[Woops, thought I had always spelled it like that. My mistake.]
The group made to the shore, and dropped Carla off. She was clearly fidgety as she tried to wipe the corrupted slime off her feet, but the rocky land did not help much with that. Her hard-on was throbbing, and she was starting to sweat. "Gods, I've never needed it so bad in my life. I've never been in heat, but I can't imagine it being much worse than this," she said, her hands drifting down to the base of her shaft.
"Aww, poor little fishy need a hand?" The group spun as a strange gurgling voice spoke up. Looking out over the slime coast, three figures rose from the surface. They were humanoid and masculine in shape, but each of the beings was clearly composed of the same green slime that encircled the island, and each of them had a large, staring, lidless eye floating in their torso. They moved toward the shore, their lags going through the motion of walking, but the limbs never left the surface of the ooze. "I could help with that," came the voice again, and all around the figures the slime began to bubble.