Dragged to Another World… and I Took the Goddess with me!

What Finn saw was… wrong.

The thing crawled on all fours, its body a warped mass of slime with an uncanny, too-wide grin. Where its stomach should've been was a grotesque imitation of a mouth, opening and closing like it was begging to swallow something alive.

It had a tail—or rather, something shaped like a bird's wing. From its oozing torso, a tiny baby bird head jutted out, its beak parting to make that warped, broken call:

"Tekila…"

One of its legs looked more like a talon than anything human, slick with ooze and scraping against the slime floor.

Finn's stomach turned. The only slime he was willing to consider "okay" at this point was Lysithea.

Then it looked at him.

It had eyes. One lazy, half-lidded, dark orb… until it suddenly sharpened, locking directly onto him. The smile stretched wider, and the tiny bird embedded in its chest let out a dying screech before the whole thing lunged forward, moving faster than it had any right to.

"Ohh my GOD!" Finn screamed, whipping his head forward. "GO, GO, GO! DAMN IT, GOOOO! AHH!" He shoved and pulled both women like a panicked kid dragging his parents away from a clown at a carnival.

Seraphina, wisely, didn't want to look back.

She looked back anyway.

Instant regret. She shrieked and bolted faster than before, clinging to Finn while praying to her goddess for protection.

Lysithea, meanwhile, looked about as concerned as someone being told they might have to wait an extra five minutes for their drink order. She was more focused on how much Finn was touching her.

"Please, go faster or something! We're gonna die—I don't want to die, Lysithea, please!" Finn's voice cracked like a teenager's.

"Whyyy~ do you want to go somewhere quiiickerrr~~~~?" she purred.

"Yes! Anywhere that gets us the hell away from that thing!"

"Ooookayyyy~~~."

Before he could question it, Lysithea suddenly spun in place. The tunnel ahead shimmered and tore open like a wormhole, and in the blink of an eye, they weren't running anymore—they were sliding, weightless for half a heartbeat before the slime seized them, whipping them down a chute with a wet roar at breakneck speed.

"What the hell is even happening?!" Seraphina screamed, clutching Finn as they rocketed after Lysithea.

The "floor" beneath them was slicker than before—like someone had slathered vegetable oil on a waterslide. They gained speed rapidly, the slime smearing over their clothes as they twisted down the tunnel.

Finn dared a glance back.

The creature had found the entrance. It leaned in, drooling that warped smile, then threw itself forward—sliding after them. Its lone talon leg scraped for balance as it gained on them, looking like it was enjoying this far too much.

Finn thrashed in panic, the movement sending both him and Seraphina swaying up the sides of the tunnel before dropping back down again. The two of them spun like a load of wet laundry in a washing machine, screaming all the way.

Somehow, Finn's head ended up buried directly between Seraphina's holy assets, like an ostrich burying itself in the safest sand it could find.

Seraphina, too terrified to care, just screamed louder.

The spinning didn't stop—if anything, it made everything worse, nausea churning in his gut. Worse still, the creature was gaining, that warped grin bobbing closer with every lurch.

Its talon scraped against the slime-coated floor, spraying chunks of ooze into the air. Some of it smacked Finn and Seraphina in the head, slimy droplets clinging to their hair and clothes.

Lysithea, naturally, wasn't tumbling like the rest of them—she simply slid forward on her feet like she was enjoying a casual stroll.

That was, until Finn and Seraphina's spinning bodies slammed right into her leg.

Any normal person would've been knocked off balance. Lysithea, being a slime, simply absorbed Finn's arm into her leg like a marshmallow dropped in pudding.

"OH GOD, IT'S GOT ME!" Finn thrashed like he was being eaten alive. But instead of pain, the sensation was… strangely warm. Comforting, even. The warmth grew hotter, and Finn's brain instantly decided this was suspicious. He yanked his arm out with a shudder.

Lysithea, clearly disappointed, pouted. "Diiddd it feeel niiccee~~~~ it feeelttt sooo gooood~~~~"

"…Yeah," Finn muttered, before resting his hand on something else soft and squishy. He gave it a confused squeeze. "Wait… this feels… different."

He looked down.

He was straddling Seraphina—one hand on her shoulder, the other directly on her holy honkers.

Her cheeks turned crimson, her lips letting out a tiny, mortified squeak.

Finn blinked, realization slamming into him like the truck that got him here. He flailed backwards in panic, tumbling away from her—though deep down, a very smug part of him was already etching this into his "Top Ten Life Moments" list.

Unfortunately, the moment didn't last.

The bird embedded in the creature's chest let out a warped, ear-splitting screech. The thing was now only a few feet away.

Panic took over. Finn shot out his arm, grabbing Seraphina's foot and yanking her toward him while shouting at Lysithea. "MOVE FASTER, IT'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"

"I ammm finnne~~~" she cooed, glancing down at him like this was a lazy Sunday stroll.

Finn, refusing for her to be taken like this, Finn used Seraphina as leverage—his hand landing on her chest again, earning another shocked squeal—before leaping toward Lysithea and clinging to her like a terrified toddler.

Lysithea, caught off guard, stumbled for the first time.

Before anyone could yell at him, the tunnel ahead warped and split open into another wormhole. With a sickening lurch, they shot out of the hell tunnel and into yet another part of the cave.

***

Finn, Seraphina, and Lysithea shot out of the tunnel like three human meatballs launched from a cosmic spaghetti cannon, skidding into the next chamber of the cave.

Seraphina screamed before slamming into the ground with a wet thump-squelch.

Finn, still clinging to Lysithea like his life depended on it, flew through the air and hit the cave floor—only… it didn't feel hard.

It was warm. Smooth. Jelly-like.

Oh. Oh no.

Finn slowly realized exactly what he had landed on—and instantly decided he didn't mind. His face was buried deep in Lysithea's giant slime watermelons, sinking in like a weary traveler collapsing into the world's most luxurious marshmallow bed.

Heat radiated through his face, his senses drowning in warmth and softness. His brain fizzed into white static. For a brief, blissful moment, Finn was certain he had been personally blessed by God.

Behind them, the tunnel sealed shut with a loud squelch. The creature's distorted squeal was cut off like a phone line being pulled.

"Sooo warrmmm~~~" Lysithea purred, her voice echoing through the slime. "You fiiinallly seeee… rest inside me… I will be your nesst~~~ keep you safe… keep you warrmmm~~~"

Finn didn't even try to argue. If this is how I die—suffocated by a hot, tall slime mommy—then so be it.

Unfortunately, fate decided to ruin the mood.

A clawed hand burst through the slime wall beside them.

The creature wasn't gone—it had simply carving its way in.

And it wasn't stopping.