It's a calm evening in the Morningdew Guildhall. Lady Stelia is off playing maid with her many friends. A weary elf sits in their shared room, rain trickling down on the window as she sits down at the desk. She pulls out a book, pen, and quill. She opens the journal and looks down at old stencil drawings she made a long time ago. Drawings of a young lonely slime girl and her elven guardian. The stencil is well detailed, almost like a photograph, but she had always been good at drawing reality. The two girls both looked despondent, reflecting how she thought those times were. She flipped through the pages and looked at another, more simplistic drawing. It was a crude child's drawing of the same slime girl and elf maid, yet different. This drawing had pink stains all over the page and the girls in the drawing with both smiling. The two figures were even labeled with their names. "Stelia" and "Ari". A few teardrops hit in the old drawing. Ari flips through the pages and thinks back to the times they had years ago.

(Flashback)

A bright white light flashes before Ari's eyes. A thunderous voice bellows out from the brightness. "Protect her, Ari. Protect her with your life. This is your purpose." Ari felt herself being flung and then suddenly she wakes up in an alleyway. She sits there stunned for a moment. She has no recollection of anything in her life that has happened up to this moment. She knows her name, and that's about it. She looks around in the strange place she's been transported to. "This place is filthy," she says to herself. She hears a shuffle and she turns her head to a garbage can. She hears....crying from it? She cautiously approaches the garbage can. She looks down in it and finds a pair of glowing white eyes from a little pink girl staring back at her. 

The girl had a slimy texture to her, and she looked almost transparent. Her eyes had a black sclera with a glowing white pupil that nearly stared right into your soul. Pink tears rolled down the goo girl's face. She was young. About 6-8 years old by Ari's estimate. She looked malnourished, pieces of trash in her hands as she was eating the garbage. The girl looks scared. "P-please don't hurt me". The girl was practically shaking in the can. 

Ari looks to the left and right of her. Nobody in sight. Nobody looking after this girl. She calmly talks to the girl. "Don't worry. You're safe. I won't hurt you." Ari pats the girl's head, goo sticks to her armored gauntlet as she does so. "Are you alone?" 

The slime girl nods her head yes.

Ari stays quiet. She knows that she has to protect this girl. No matter what. She lifts the little girl out of the trash can and onto the ground. The armored elf kneels down next to her. "My name is Ari, and what is your name, little lady?"

"S-stelia"

Ari smiles at the slime girl. "Well Stelia, I'm here to protect you from now on." Ari grabs hold of Stelia's hand. With her other hand, she rummages around her pocket and finds a few gold coins. "Now let's go get you some real food." Ari walks with Stelia out of the alleyway. 

(Sometime later)

Ari had taken up a few odd jobs around the city of Forte. She had managed to keep her and Stelia afloat with hard work. She served as everything from a waitress, to bodyguard, to even a maid for a local lord. It was hard, but necessary to keep Stelia healthy. The little girl often played in the break rooms of Ari's many jobs. She always seemed pretty lonely and sad. Not many children wanted to play with her it seemed. This tore at Ari's heart but she could only focus on so many problems at once. 

A few years had passed since she had found Stelia. The slime girl would be about 11 or 12 years old at this point. She has always been quiet for a girl her age. It bothered Ari to think about what she might have been through. Forte was a dangerous place on the streets. All manor of seedy criminals might have forced themselves on a young slime girl. She's just glad she found Stelia when she did. 

Ari had just finished up her maid duties at the local lord's manor. They lived in this small estate. The lord's name was Brutto Conosa. He was one of the very few human lords in Nocturne. He had amassed a very large wealth in dealing with some rather shady businesses. The man was hideously looking and grew fat off decadent meals. He was also a very paranoid man. He had every one of his family killed in some way or another. Hitmen, poison, and torture. His violence and cruelty were only matched by his insatiable lust. He would kidnap women and rape them from the dungeon of his manor, before killing them and dumping their bodies in the river. Nobody knew of his crimes aside from himself, his mercenaries, and Ari. Though she detested the evils, she had to provide a home for Stelia and the money he offered for her maid services was generous. She had hidden his debauchery from Stelia to protect her innocence. Always engrossing her in dolls or storybooks while Ari had to clean up after the messes. 

One fateful evening that all changed....

The old fat man barged into Ari and Stelia's maid quarters. He was clearly drunk and belligerent.

"Alright, you elven bitch. I know you have been telling them shit. Get your ******* shit and your little slime runt out of my house."

Ari was stunned but remained calm. "Sir, I haven't told a soul of anything. I can assure you I have remained nothing but confidential about the happenings about this manor."

Brutto gave a backhanded slap to Ari. "Don't you talk back to me you ******* knife earred whore. I know what you've been up to. You leave this estate every GODDAMN night running off somewhere." He grabs hold of Ari's head and screams right in her face. "I know you've been off squealing your mouth off to the other lords. NOW GET THE **** OUTTA MY HOME!"

Ari wipes the spit off her face. She's worried. "B-but sir, we have nowhere else to go. I've been off going to other jobs just to be able to keep up with ends meet." 

Brutto grumbles, "bah maybe you didn't squeal. But I still want you out of here. You piss me off with how *princessy* you act". 

Ari replies calmly. "Please sir, I'll do anything to keep our place here."

Brutto grunts and thinks for a moment. He smiles wide with his yellowed teeth.

"Anything aye?"

Brutto grabs hold of Ari's maid dress and rips it down to reveal her *******. "Alright whore, you're gonna put that ******* body to work."

Ari is startled and yelps. "W-wait not here. Not in front of Stelia."

Brutto grabs hold of Ari's hair and shakes her. "Either I'm ******* you right here, or I can **** that little pet slime of yours right in front of you. The choice is yours, bitch."

Ari looks over to Stelia cowering in a corner. The 12-year-old slime girl is shaking and sniffling. Ari closes her eyes and takes in a breath. "O-okay. I'll do as you ask." She carefully undoes her torn dress and lets it drop to the floor while Brutto cackles.

"That's a good bitch right there. Now get on your knees."

Brutto grabs hold of Ari's head and shaves her down. He pulls down his pants to reveal his short yet girthy ****, with a bush full of wiry hairy pubes. He shoves it inside Ari's mouth and her face plunges right into his hair. He shoves his **** repeatedly in and out of her mouth, raping her face until he finally prematurely cums. 

"Aaaaah that was some bullshit. YOU KNOW I LIKE TO GO LONGER THAN THAT YOU *******-"

Brutto pulls Ari up by the hair and swings a fist right into her face. He repeatedly punches her until she gets a bloody nose.

"There, that oughtta teach you a lesson. Now time for round two."

Brutto drags Ari to the bed and shoves her onto it. He climbs on top of her and licks her face with his grotesque tongue. He turns to Stelia who's cowering in the corner right next to the bed. 

"See this is what whores need to do to get what they want. Remember this, you little cunt."

He shoves his stubby **** inside Ari as she starts to scream. He repeatedly gropes her ****** and slaps her face. He throws all kinds of insults as he thrusts insides her. He spits on her, degrades her, hurts her. Stelia just watches in horror as the woman who has protected her all her life is reduced to a plaything for this beast of a man. 

About half an hour passes of this nonstop sexual torture. He blows his seventh load on Ari, who is now covered in semen and catatonic with a thousand-yard stare off the side of the bed, looking directly at - or rather through - Stelia. She's snapped out of this once Brutto wraps his hands around her neck. She feels him start to choke her hard. She looks at him fearfully and confused. He cackles loudly

"What did you really think I was gonna let you live after this? Nah. I had my fun with you, now you can join the rest of the whores in hell, elfcunt. Don't worry I'll keep the slime girl as a little pet. Until her time comes to join you that is!" 

Brutto laughs as he continues to strangle Ari, her kicking and clawing at his arms doing everything she can to get him to release his grip. She goes red, then purple, choking and breathlessly gasping, drool streaming down her face and her vision starting to dark. Then all of a sudden Brutto's laughing stops. She looks and sees a slimy pink tendril wrapped around his neck. He lets go of Ari's neck to try and claw at the tentacle to no avail. Ari looks over to see that the tendril had spawned from Stelia's back, who now is coldly staring at Brutto, emotionless. 

Stelia lifts Brutto high above the bed. He kicks around in the air and flails about pathetically trying to free himself. Stelia watches with a blank expression as her tentacles grip tightens around his neck, squeezes slowly and slowly until eventually...

*snap*

Brutto's body suddenly falls limp. Stelia tosses it onto the floor. Ari looks at Stelia with fear.

"S-stelia?..."

The young slime girl turns her head to the ***** elf. She then breaks down and begins to cry. They embrace each other in a hug and cry for what feels like ages.

(Sometime later)

Ari had served as Brutto's maid as well as stewardess so she had been accustomed to forging his signature for letters of all manner when he would be too preoccupied to attend to his business as a noble. The process of forging a will that left all of us possessions to Stelia was trivial at best. Sure people were suspicious of the validity of this updated will. But Brutto was so reviled by his contemporaries that nobody seemed to care whether it was legitimate or not. And without any family, Stelia's claim to the inheritance went completely uncontested. 

Stelia then went on to be known as Stelia Conosa. She got all the wealth, all of the estate, and the prestige of being one of the only slime nobles in Nocturne. Ari was sworn to be her protector and regent until she was of adult age to have full rights of nobility bestowed on her. Stelia grew up in this manor for the entirety of her adolescence. She would often bring home young princes and princesses to....have a night of passion in her room. She became much more sociable and not the shy slime girl she once was. Eventually, the manor became populated with maids of all sorts of exotic races, that Stelia allowed to freely come and go from the manor. They were paid well and given plenty of food and were all treated with respect. Of course, she still had consensual sexual relations with practically all of the servants, much to Ari's chargin. And the time came when Stelia came of age and she bestowed with full rights of nobility, to which she celebrated by cuckolding one of the highest-ranking noblewomen in all of Nocturne. The bloodbath that Ari had to fight in just to have them escape that woman's castle still stains her armor to this day. 

Now Stelia ventures around Harahel, currently she's off hanging with her new friends at the Morningdew Guildhall. Playing maid, and looking like she's happier than she's ever been.

(Present Day)

Ari smiles, hearing the laughter of her lady from outside their quarters. She's proud of the woman Stelia has been able to come to and simply happy she did her job as a guardian well. Ari closes the journal that she had been writing in, detailing all of the events of Stelia's life, including these horrific ones. She clasps it in her arms and walks out of the room. She had sat down at a table and sat carelessly sat the journal down at a table, before being engrossed in a conversation with another adventurer. 

She walks off, leaving the journal to be discovered by whoever's prying eyes would dare look.