[Mourvèdre Bacchanal]
A large bottle of rosé wine, corked, with a label proclaiming it to be sourced from “Dionysus’ Private Orchards”. Also on the label is a Greek-looking depiction of a naked Maenad eager quaffing a glass of wine, with a grape cluster being crushed in their other hand. This wine is sweet yet strong— almost a bit smoky, in fact, with a rich, floral taste, and hints of citrus and herb lingering on the palate.
The supposedly godly origins of this wine notwithstanding, there is a charm on the bottle that automatically refills its contents slowly over time (at a rate of about 50ml per hour, and a full refill in 15h hours). Requires constant emptying to prevent spillage.
Avoid emptying the bottle, as the charm will keep the bottle full by any means necessary, converting ANY suitable nearby material into more wine.
*****
“Whew!” Jessie huffed as she set a cardboard box down on the kitchen island— then sheepishly grinned and moved it down to the floor when Claudia gave her a disapproving frown. “Oops. Sorry~.”
Claudia sighed. “You know how dirty those boxes get, right?” She yanked a disinfecting wipe from the container on the countertop and wiped the polished granite surface of the island off, curiously peering down at the box as she did. “Why did you bring that into the kitchen, anyway?”
With a smug, self-satisfied smile, Jessie crossed her arms. “Well, gimme a sec and I’ll show you. Turns out you can find all sorts of stuff—”
“Oh wow!” Alice’s voice cut Jessie’s grandstanding off— in those few seconds, she’d wandered over to the kitchen and opened the box to reveal a half dozen bottles of wine. “Is this the fruit juice you said you bought? It smells…” Alice trailed off, closing her eyes with a blissful smile. “Mmmmm~. Doesn’t smell like any fruit juice I’ve ever had before.”
Blushing bright red, Jessie waved Alice away from the box, trying to salvage the theatrical reveal that her girlfriend had just ruined. “It’s not fruit juice, it’s wine! Really nice European wine!” She crouched down with a huff and carefully extracted a bottle from the cushioned box, her smile returning to her face as she hoisted it up and showed it off. It was a nice looking bottle— pink rosé glimmered through the ever so slightly tinted glass, and the label was artsy and artisan and… on closer inspection, very, very lewd.
Despite being sort of abstract, there wasn’t any mistaking the logo for what it was— a naked woman guzzling wine, with her nips and snatch on full display, done in the Archaic Greek style. Her actual bits were just dots and lines, respectively, but the curves of her chest and waist were hard to ignore…
Blushing, Claudia stared at the bottle, then at Jessie. “Wow.” She murmured, raising an eyebrow as she pursed her lips and drew her eyes along the label’s figure.
“Yeah! Wow!” Alice chimed in, leaning in to get a better look at the label— close enough to press her nose against it. “We should buy lots more wine, heheheh~.”
“Not every bottle has a naked girl on it, Alice.” Jessie amusedly grinned, and dragged the bottle away from her girlfriend’s face. “Think it’s just ‘cause it’s from Europe.”
“Oooooh~.” A bright gleam entered Alice’s eyes. “We should go there to see lots of naked pretty women, then~.”
With a dramatic scoff, Jessie shook her head. “What, I’m not good enough?” She teased, laughing into her hand when Alice balked and sputtered. “Just kidding! I wouldn’t mind going either, but I don’t think you’ll find all that many naked women there either. Maybe at a beach…? Claudia, didn’t you say that—”
“Nope.” Claudia firmly shook her head, shutting down the conversation (and ignoring both Alice and Jessie’s pouts). “Never been.” She reaffirmed, blushing a light pink.
“Riiiiiiiight~.” Jessie grinned.
“Mhm!” Claudia vigorously nodded her head— and then quickly changed the subject before Alice could chime in. “So what’s so special about this wine, then? Is it just imported?”
“It’s just European! Apparently it’s special, the website mentioned that it was… everlasting, I think? I dunno what that means, maybe it’s just old, but I mean, it looked authentic.” Jessie shrugged. “Besides, even if it is a scam, it’s still wine from Europe. Can’t be all that bad.”
“Uh huh.” Looking entirely unconvinced, Claudia picked up one of the bottles herself and inspected it. She wasn’t an expert, but she’d gone to enough (mandatory, sigh) company dinners that she’d picked up a little knowledge through osmosis. The cork itself looked good, no breakage, and a really solid seal all the way around— so at least the bottle was good quality.
Jessie leaned in to take a look as well, peering over Claudia’s shoulder. “So? Whatcha think? Good? Mid? Shit?”
Claudia looked over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “I’m going to have to taste it first, you know. You can put crap wine into a fancy bottle and then just re-cork it.”
“Well, I don’t think it’s gonna be crap. Go on, taste it!” Jessie brightly fired back, matching Claudia’s unimpressed glance with a cocky smirk. “Actually, lemme go grab— ALICE!”
Jessie’s frantic yell echoed around the kitchen as she leapt towards Alice, who had used one of her horns to uncork the wine— and was busy draining the bottle! She’d already gulped down about two-thirds of it, and by the time Jessie pulled the bottle away from her girlfriend’s puckered lips with a loud pop, it was already empty!
Alice let out a rather unladylike sigh as she staggered back and rubbed her tummy, hiccuping with satisfaction as Jessie and Claudia shared a worried look. That much booze would send someone to the hospital— and even though Alice was half-demon, the human half of her probably wasn’t all too stoked.
“Alice…” Jessie sighed, rubbing her forehead with her fingers as Alice drunkenly stumbled around the island. She bit her lip when Alice started shivering… wait, no, she wasn’t shivering, her body was shaking— like, literally shaking, it was losing its shape!
Both Jessie and Claudia’s eyes widened in shock as Alice’s tanned, reddish skin rapidly lightened to a cutesy pink, and they gasped in tandem when she her body suddenly imploded on itself and collapsed into a puddle of gooey, semi-viscous, rosé-colored liquid!
Jessie rushed forward to help, while Claudia hurriedly pulled out her phone to text Minerva— but both of them froze when the bottle angrily buzzed against the countertop. They slowly backed away as its edges blurred with motion, sharing a scared look when the puddle that had been Alice started to bubble and fizz.
“Jessie.” Claudia hissed, her jaw tight and set.
“I-I’m sorry!” Jessie whimpered, wincing.
The girls ducked into the hallway as the bottle loudly clattered against the island, somehow staying intact, and hid behind the wall as an obscene slurp drowned out the racket.
There was a soft pop a second later… and then quiet, apart from the steady tiktak of Claudia texting Minerva to come back home and help fix something. She hummed when the message sent, then gave Jessie a firm look. “Ok. Stay here, I’m going to go pick up Minerva. Don’t do anything stupid, ok?”
“Yes ma’am…” Jessie sighed. She guiltily shuffled in place as Claudia left, waiting until she heard the scraping of rubber against gravel before sneaking back into the kitchen. Like hell she was going to wait! Minerva… no offense, but she wasn’t the most reliable around magic— most of the time she was amazing, but personally, Jessie just didn’t see the point of getting her to do magic when she figured that all she really had to do was pour Alice out. Assuming she was actually in the bottle, and not absorbed into the wine or whatever— maybe it would be smart to grab a pot or something, actually.
After glancing around one more time, just to make sure Claudia wasn’t coming back, Jessie rushed into the kitchen and dug around the sink cabinets until she found a large, metal stock pot. Minerva had bought it when she was in her potion brewing phase (which had ended a few months ago, after she’d exploded a drone potion in progress and trapped everyone in an endless loop of serving their “mistress”). It was the biggest pot they had, way bigger than the wine bottle— but better safe than sorry. Jessie was hotheaded, but she wasn’t an idiot.
Nervously humming to herself, Jessie shook the bottle, and pursed her lips when she saw it slowly swirling inside. It was kind of thick and gloopy, which was… good? Probably? She shook it a few more times, raising an eyebrow when the light pink rosé deepened towards a fuller, richer red— that had to be a good sign. Feeling confident, Jessie grabbed the corkscrew off the island, and popped open the bottle!
Slimy, saucy wine bubbled out of the mouth of the bottle, and splattered into the pot, glug glug glugging away as it pooled in the bottom. At first, it stayed worryingly still… but then, two tiny bumps started to rise out of the gooey mass. As the bottle emptied, those bumps lengthened into soft, squishy horns, which rose out of the stock pot as a vaguely person-shaped head followed it out, along with a curtain of gooey hair and a soft pair of shoulders! Breasts bubbled out of the fizzy wine, and swelled into bouncy, balloon-like orbs, which wildly jiggled around as a pair of hips and a set of thick, plump thighs joined them!
Alice’s features slowly surfaced from her face as her arms and legs reformed— first as thick pillars of slime, which then slowly split into fingers and toes at the ends, thinning out slightly to look more natural. Relatively. The slime… thing peeking out of the stock pot resembled Alice, sort of in the same way a kindergartener’s drawing of a tree resembles one— her proportions were too soft, too round, and her features were thick and crude. But its face was definitely Alice’s…
Jessie took a cautious step back, just in case. “Alice?” She questioned.
“Blurb”, was her response. The slime girl narrowed its eyes as it made another few gurgly bubbling sounds, sounding mildly frustrated as it rubbed its throat and pounded a slimy hand against its chest, making its torso ripple and its tits flail around as it violently shook. “Blurb blorb blub!”
Jessie stared, bewildered, as the slime girl kept wobbling around. It was starting to turn pretty red— and was it hiccuping? It almost looked like it was—
“Jessie!” The slime girl finally yelled, its voice wet and muffled. “Hi! That wine was SO good!”
“Alice?” Jessie sputtered. She blushed when Alice, out of the blue, started to moan and rub her gooey hands along her body, leaving behind snappy, sticky strands of wine-infused slime with every lusty rub. “O-Oh, wow. You, uh, you’re enjoying this, huh.”
“It feels soooooo good~.” Alice slurred, grinning as she took a sloshing, unsteady step towards her girlfriend. “My head’s fuzzy and everything’s so gooey, ehehehehe, it’s wobbling aroooounddd~!”
Jessie dodged to the side when Alice fell towards her, kicking her feet when a few flecks of stray slime stuck to her calves. “Oh, for…” She muttered to herself, dodging another drunken lunge from Alice. “Damnit, should’ve known there was something up with that site. Thought it was just a figure of speech, calling it magical… Agh! Stop trying to get me wet!”
Alice just giggled and drunkenly staggered towards Jessie again, missing and bending herself over against the sides of the stock pot. Her body flattened against the metal, and dissolved back into a formless puddle… which twitched several times, bubbling, and slowly reformed back into an even more tipsy, aroused, dripping wet Alice. She wetly moaned and licked her lips, eying Jessie’s flustered look with an aura of smugness. “Kiss meeee~.”
“After you’re back to normal.” Jessie protested. Her eyebrows narrowed when Alice ignored her and puckered her lip. “Are you drunk?”
“Noooo shitttttt~.” Alice giggled, sticking out her tongue when Jessie frowned. “Come on, I taste soooo good, I promise~. Taste meeeee~.” She puckered her lips again, winking as she beckoned Jessie closer. “It’ll be goooood~.”
Jessie shoved down the temptation, trying to wrestle her mind into submission. “L-Later.” She muttered, eyeing the bottom of the stock pot, where Alice was still somehow connected with the bottle— even after jumping at her so many times. “Minerva’s coming to fix you soon, so just… hang tight, sweets.”
“I’m fiiiiiineeeeeeeee~.” Alice whined. “Minerva-shminerva, you and Claudia were gonnaaaa drink anywayyyy, so why not noowwwww?” With a wet splat, she stamped her foot against the pot.
It was getting harder and harder to refuse… “N-Not yet.” Jessie persisted. “I don’t want to be gooey.”
“Thaaat’s just ‘cause you don’t know how it feeeeeeels~.” Alice moaned as she gave her gooey tits a firm grope, delighting in the look that crossed Jessie’s face. “You want thissss…”
“I-I really don’t!” Jessie shook her head.
“Wasn’t asking~♪” With a menacing, singsong tone, Alice hopped out of the pot!
Jessie dodged to the side, breathing a sigh of relief when Alice slid back a little… looking weirdly smug about missing her. And weirdly still, too— wait, her girlfriend wasn’t moving, how was she getting further away— “AH!”
With a shocked yell, Jessie felt herself being pulled towards the neck of the empty wine bottle! Panicking slightly, she tried to grab the island to brace herself— but her arms just limply bent under their own weight as her bones, her muscles, everything, turned to pinkish, tingly ooze! She gasped when her arms melted against her sides, and squirmed when her legs fused together, unable to keep her breathy, pleasured moans from echoing around the kitchen as her body grew softer and gloopier.
Her face dissolved into her head, which collapsed like a melting scoop of ice cream into her shoulders, which splattered against the bottom of the stock pot before being slurped up by the trembling bottle— which wasn’t satisfied with just Jessie, no. It kept trembling, like a pent-up cock, tugging harder and harder on Alice, making her body deform back into a formless mound of goop as she dived towards the stock pot and neatly fit herself back into the bottle!
The bottle wobbled as the cork slowly flew back over to its mouth, but then fell still when the cork firmly wedged itself inside. The apartment fell silent again… apart from a faint, muted pair of lustful giggles echoing inside the glass…
*****
Minerva and Claudia burst through the door about a quarter of an hour later, both looking flustered and sweaty.
“Alright, show me where Alice is!” Minerva hurriedly urged Claudia down the hall. Her flustered look wasn’t exactly the same as Claudia’s… while her friend’s face was tight with worry, Minerva’s was a little slack with well-concealed excitement. She surreptitiously rubbed her thighs together as Claudia called out for Jessie, taking a breath to calm herself when there wasn’t any response.
“Crud.” Claudia groaned. “I bet she tried to help Alice out… come on, they’re in the kitchen.” With a beleaguered sigh, Claudia dragged Minerva out of the hallway, through the dining room, and finally into the kitchen.
Frowning, Minerva stared around the empty kitchen. There was her old makeshift “cauldron” on the floor, but she didn’t see anything in it, and it didn’t look like there was any mess at all…. “I thought you said Alice melted? Did she, uh, escape, or something?”
“No…? I don’t think so, she got sucked up. She should be in one of these bottles somewhere…” Claudia pursed her lips as she bent over, beckoning Minerva to kneel down as well to take a look at the box still sitting on the floor. “And I guess Jessie joined her in one of them.”
As both women gently wrapped their hands around the necks of the wine bottles, the stock pot quivered— and the cork burst off the top of the wine bottle hidden inside! Minerva and Claudia only had a moment to spin around and yell before Jessie and Alice’s light-pink, slimy bodies washed over them like a tsunami, burying them under their thick, gooey bodies!
“Mmmm, hiiiiiiii, you twoooo~!” Alice purred, licking her lips as Jessie feverishly locked lips with Claudia. She giggled as Claudia’s shocked yell turned into bubbles inside of Jessie’s head— then moaned when said bubbles burst out of Jessie’s body and made her girlfriend squirm and gurgle with delight. “Keep it up, Claudia~! Melt with us!”
Minerva froze. Melt…? She felt her breath catch in her throat when she saw Claudia’s face turning pink and translucent, just like Jessie’s, and held out her hands with a frantic whimper when Alice lowered her slimy lips to hers… and kissed her.
A bitter, fiery alcoholic buzz roared to life on Minerva’s tongue, and she went limp, feeling her chest heave as her breaths came hot and heavy through her nose. She moaned, and kissed Alice back, running her hands all over her friend’s slimy backside, barely even caring that her palms were melting away. Bucking her hips, she smushed her face against Alice’s— she couldn’t tell where her lips began, or ended, but she didn’t care, her head was as light as a party balloon and she felt confident and amazing and fuckkkkk, she was melting, oozing, losing structure…
Minerva collapsed into a writhing pink puddle, along with her friends, thrashing against them as her mind mingled with theirs and sank further and further into a drunken daze. She could hear her friends’ boozy giggles echoing inside her head— and she joined in without a second thought, lustfully moaning in her— their mind —as she made their body pulse and ripple against the ground. It felt good.
All four of their voices joined together in a slurred hum as the bottle slurped them all back in together.
Fucking perfect~.
*****
Maeve slammed her fist against her desk, making her can of energy drink shudder and threaten to spill over as her keycaps rattled. This was the eight moan so far this minute! And it had been going on for the past hour— moaning, slurping, like someone was having an orgy with a damn lump of oobleck! She glowered at her monitor when the same gooey, moist sound echoed down the basement stairs again, trying to stay calm and just finish taking the objective—
“Oooh, fuckkk, yesss! Mmm, just like that~!”
Alright, that was fucking it. With a strained growl, Maeve scrambled out of her chair and stormed up the stairs, following the pleasured moans over to the kitchen— where she saw a writhing mass of slime writhing around in Minerva’s makeshift cauldron.
“What the fuck.” She blankly blurted, staring, half-fascinated, half-pissed off, as another moan echoed out of the shifting blob. On closer look, it wasn’t actually a blob— it was all of her friends, made of slime, scissoring and eating each other out, kissing, humping, fingering— gross.
Maeve pinched her nose when the sharp smell of wine and herbs and citrus hit her like a sledgehammer, fanning her face with an annoyed glare. “Keep it the fuck down, guys. Can’t fucking concentrate when you four are fucking around up here. God.”
She waited for the moans to stop before she stormed back down to the basement… but no sooner had she plopped her butt into her chair than she heard her friends’ moans floating downstairs again. Grumbling, she tightened her headphones around her head, and just tried to ignore them.
“Fuckk, yes! You taste soooo gooood~!”
Try being the key word…