"Well Helga did ask first," you say, politely brushing off the slugs' plea so you can have some private time with the slimy competitor that actually looks hot and bothered at the idea of being roughly handled by you, "so I have to go with her."
The slug trio seem to deflate in disappointment as the muscly slime eel you picked jumps and squeals in glee before calming herself.
"Yippee - I mean, I'm sure you'll get picked next time," the hagfish herm consoles the smaller members of the group before looping her sticky arm around your own, "now, shall we?"
You find yourself drawn into the nearest bathroom stall by the eager dickgirl athlete, reflexively craning your head back when you hear Muffet calling out.
"Just make sure you don't take too long," the many-armed arachnid says as she continues to diligently scrub moaning leeches with handmade silk towels, "we don't want to be caught in here, remember?"
"Don't worry," Helga singsongs while shoving the stall door open, pulling you inside and kicking the door shut behind you, "I'll make sure she goes fast, even if it's rough~"
Thoroughly interested in Helga's masochistic-sounding allusions, you take in the sight of the hagfish posing for you in the intimate stall confines, and lay your hands on her slime-coated body.
You start with her head as she guides your hands to the top of her hairless skull. You knead her skin, sloughing the thick layers of slime ever-downwards as goop drips from your pressing hands. The slime eel sighs in appreciation as you swipe past her thick, perpetually puckered lips that look made for sucking dick, and she can't help but lick at your thumb in passing. Her hands rise back up to cup your own, and force you to nearly strangle her as you wring the slime off her neck. Her cock jumps at the brief bout of asphyxiation, and stays erectly quivering as you work down to her torso.
And oh my, but is her chiseled body a treat to touch. Taut yet supple skin glistening with the slime you're straining off her flesh, the whipcord muscles beneath that feel like solid steel until Helga relaxes them - you feel like you're groping a powerful predator, and having them moaning at your touch is a delight. You mash and squeeze her tits, slime dribbling from your fingers, and she seems in love with the rough treatment. You take your time massaging her starkly defined abs, marveling at how different it feels from your squishy and flabby potbelly. Her hourglass figure, bereft of even a hint of muffin top feels wonderfully sculpted under your fingers, and you hum appreciatively as she shimmies her hips back and forth at your touch,
Soon all that's left are Helga's legs... and of course, her painfully turgid eel-dick and slimy balls.
Thick-skinned, heavy and hard; you can't help but lick you lips as you crouch down and set hands to the eelprick in front of your face. It feels like massaging a denser version of your own dong, the shaft writhing beneath your touch. You have to strangle it more fiercely than your most furious masturbation to even get the slime to shift, and the more intensely you grip the more Helga gasps and leans into your touch. Your tongue leaves your copiously drooling mouth to lap at the juicy, slimy balls before you, and you're not shy about constricting about the hagfish's nuts. The muscley new friend you're giving a sexy rubdown to continues to gasp and squeal at your treatment... and as you hear some noises outside the stall, you realize her throbbing dick's dipped down to point your way.
As you watch Helga's cockhead twitching, its slit urgently winking, you can't help but think about cocksnacking... and how ready the slimy herm you're groping looks.
Squatting before a moaning and slime-covered muscleherm's raging boner with your own cock just as hard...