Tales of Androgyny - Heart Slime! (Patreon)

 You didn't expect to come across anyone this deep into the forest, but your eyes spot a female form... but, as the light passes through it, you realize that there's no way the thing before you is human.
             You approach cautiously - "she" isn't facing you. Once you get closer, you try to discern more details.
             "She" has a rather sizable rear - one that you could get lost in, quite literally, as she appears to be made of... slime. Though you suppose she can take any shape, which makes her current one quite suspect.
             Before you can inspect further, she turns to face you, and, seeing you, jiggles excitedly. Her "breasts" are massive, far larger than any human woman would have, and they move quite... fluidly.
             "Ooooooo... a human! What brings you to my haunt?" she asks, although as soon as she starts to approach... slithering across the ground, you reach for your weapon.
             "What... are you?" you ask, confused.
             "That's a rather rude question, isn't it?", she says, "I'm a slime, obviously. A sentient slime."
             Obviously.
             "How are you... speaking?" you ask.
             "Oh... well, that's a rather embarrassing question..." she says, looking flustered, although she's still a translucent blue. "As a non-sentient slime... consumes... sentient creatures, it starts to develop a mind of its own... that's me!"
             You pick up your guard. "And am I next, then?" you say, accusingly.
             "No! I haven't digested many humans since I became, well, me. Always in self-defense, of course," she adds, looking somewhat sullen. "Sentient slime goo is an expensive commodity, or so I've come to learn. So I do have to fend off the occasional poacher", she explains.
             "Then why are you shaped like... that?" you ask.
             "Because I'm a girl slime, of course," she says, matter-of-factly.
             "No, I mean... why like... -that-, in particular?"
             "Oh! You mean my luscious curves. You'll have to forgive me, I can be pretty... bubbly," she says, jiggling her... entire form. Though she says that, she seems surprisingly sharp.
             "Yes, why? Are you trying to entice men to their dooms?", you ask, accusingly.
             "Why? Are you enticed?" she asks, wiggling her... "hips".
             She sees that you're not amused by her response, and sighs.
             "I just prefer this form. It keeps me... grounded," she says, shrugging, "I have no interest in eating you, or, mmhm, engaging in other primal behaviors. We don't reproduce that way, you see,", she says, patting the flat goo where her vagina would be.
             "How... do you reproduce?"
             "My, what a personal question. Love darts, since you asked," she says, looking proud of herself.
             You look at her confused.
             "Mmm, don't ask," she says, and you decide to drop that line of inquiry.
             "And if I were to... want to... that would be my problem, then?" you ask, hand still on your weapon.
             "It wouldn't be a problem at all. You wouldn't be the first. Oh, but you think I ate them, don't you? No, not one. Some gave me gifts... others, I was just pleased to have the company. It doesn't do anything for me, but it doesn't hurt me either. I flow like water,", she says, smiling.
             What will you do? Fight, fuck, or flee?