Horizon Ridge Slime is not a crime

Forward-dated one day.

The first night in her new home, Chip had been restless. She struggled to sleep in more than short chunks, and she woke up several times thinking that she was being ambushed. Never before had she even attempted to settle in one place before, so this was all new territory for her (in more ways that one). When dawn broke over the ridge, she roused herself from the ground and began to make the rounds. This was what leaders did, right? They went around with their chest puffed out, pissed on things, and chased off interlopers. Chip thought she could handle that.

She was already itching for company, but she quieted herself. If she was able to gather just a few desperate men, maybe she could make them stay. The thought of having a harem of men (and/or women) was rather appealing. Maybe there were males out there who were into that kind of thing. She wasn't interested in taking a mate, for that suggested that she wanted to be bound to just one dick. One thing Chip knew for certain was that she'd never be able to do that.