Nanoslut mote
Every single drop of almost any liquid is a tiny "slime girl" slut called a sluid (slime + slut + fluid). Most sluids are barely large enough to see with mortal senses; like drops of mist hanging in the air. Of course, each sluid resembles the liquid she is. Water sluids in particular tend to take on a cyan hue if viewed close enough. As such blobby beings they tend to be quite round, translating into massive melons and thicc hips, but rarely any limbs. Just like every slut, each sluid has a You-adoring face.
Normally sluids are nearly inanimate beings. They can wiggle about but are generally guided by the forces around them, content to chill and watch the world go by. This changes drastically whenever they sense You nearby, however~! A sluid will summon all her vigor to wiggle towards You, even if it means just barely changing her trajectory when sliding down a surface.
This is most apparent when sluids wriggle out of Your own pores or the pores of sluts You're grinding against; it can feel like thousands of impossibly tiny, impossibly plush faces and chests gratefully smooching and pressing into every single inch and crevice of Your entire body.~ Every single sluid DREAMS of getting to be a hot, steamy drop kiss-suctioned to Your immaculate scrotum—hopefully trapped there for eternity, wrapped in the incomparable bliss of feeling her face and entire body smothered deep in the pores of the almighty Orbliterators themselves. ♥
Merging. If enough sluids combine together they merge into a larger hivemind of all composite parts, just as two raindrops merging into one larger drop. Sluids can thus easily become large enough to be visible to the naked eye. If enough fuse together—perhaps thousands—they can form a water elemental who acts with human-like mobility and supernatural power.
Soul Drinking. Most sluts' thirst is best quenched by Your treasured, savory ambrosia. Sluids (who embody all other fluids) are consumed only if ambrosia isn't available. Even so, thirst is quenched by sluids in the expected way. For You, every sluid lucky enough to work her way into Your body specifically has her very soul vored by You. Of her own volition she pops so hard all her divinity is absorbed to empower You.
Chemical Transformation. As sluids are one form of mote ("matter"), under the right conditions a sluid can chemically transform into ther motes: zephyr, particute, plasmid, or victoria.
Icon. Bloop (pictured), a raindrop-sized sluid, has the greatest love for You of all sluids we've yet measured. We recommend preserving her, given how ethereal the lives of sluids can be. Perhaps in a vial?