It's 1 AM in a cold winter night. Alex, a young, fit college student and a group of friends are out on an adventure. Rumor had it that a ghost was haunting a nearby abandoned mansion, and perhaps a little drunk, and a little brave, they decided to go out hunting for it. They had made the necessary preparations, flashlights, EVP recorders, EMF meters, you name it. Their plan was simple; The house was three stories, and each would head to a separate floor to search for any signs.

"If we get this recorded, maybe we could get the college to fund some more investigations!" one of his friends said

"I still think it's bullshit. Hopefully we could get some compensation by whoever decides to sell it once we're done." The other said.

They drove up to the old iron gates, and walked up to the property. The gothic architecture looked much more menacing than the rumors had suggested.

"Are ya too chicken?" they teased Alex. "Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep!"

"Fuck off!" he said.

"Well its too late to back off now, and you, my good sir, get to investigate the basement."

"Why the fuck do I have to?"

"Just in case you get scared you don't just break through a floorboard or jump out a window"

"fuck..." he mutters.

The small steps to the front porch groan under the load they haven't felt in decades. The doors don't hold up too much either. Fortunately for them, however, they were left unlocked, so they wouldn't be kicked down. The dark inside bid them welcome, the main hall towering above them. They turned on their flashlights, as their vision was no longer aided by the full moon outside. With that set, and the rest of their equipment turned on, they split up, and began the hunt.

The stairs creaked as Alex went down to the cellar. He gave a sigh of relief as he felt solid ground beneath his feet. His flashlight dashed all over the place. Old barrels, probably emptied out by other scavengers before them. It was a surprisingly big space, especially compared to how he had envisioned it.

His amazement at its size was cut short, however. A low grumble in the distance made him jump to his feet, dropping his flashlight and running deep into the maze that lay underground.

His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, and he noticed, off in the distance, a faint light. It as the cellar door! He could flee and call for help. Perfect! Now just to make i-

"Hello?" A deep voice grumbled.

Alex froze. Somebody else was down here with him. Maybe it was one of his friends who heard his flashlight fall? Best to play it safe.

"Hellooo?" The deep voice said again, with a hint of curiosity.

"...Hello?" Alex replies shakily.

He walks closer to the source of the sound. It seems to be coming from the cellar door. As he walks closer to it the deep voice speaks again. "Hey hey, another human! Finally, I was beginning to think you guys would stop visiting." Alex jumps out of his skin as he looks to the left. Tucked away in a little corner, a large gray... man? Is sitting on a pile of leftover junk.

"Y- Y-" Alex stutters, unable to complete the sentence.

"Hey clam down I'm not going to eat you." The thing says.

"You're the ghost!" Alex finally yells

"Ghost?" He says, confused, looking around as if trying to find one. He looks down, still confused, before coming to the realization. "Ah you mean me! You think I'm the ghost?"

"Y- Ye" Alex gulps, trying to stop himself from shaking, "yeah that's you!"

"I'm not a ghost!" He says, chuckling a bit "Damn you humans can't seem to fucking get your stories straight. At least you didn't call me a demon. Fuck I mean I get a ghost but a demon?! Would a demon just sit in a corner!?"

Alex is still shaking, but he calms down a bit with the more jovial tone of whatever it is that he's talking to. 

"What are you then?" he manages to say, calmly this time.

"I'm a slime!" it says.

"A what?"

"You know, slime, I'm made out of some goo, got a core... you know, right?"

Alex manages to focus a little more on him. He's a gray, fairly blobby man with a large gut. He can see little drips of... him? flowing down to the ground, where it collects in a small puddle. He's fascinated by him, never having seen something similar. He feels compelled to touch it, perhaps by more than just his scientific interest. "Go on... Touch it! I don't bite" The slime says with a wink, noticing his trance. With a little hesitation he pokes his fluid. "That's it... Come on!" it feels thick, cold, watery clay. He puts his hand on it, and starts moving it around; a trail of smoothed out goo left in its wake. The slime moans, and between its long legs a dick starts to emerge. "Now could you do me a favor?" he says. His voice is almost hypnotizing. Alex doesn't notice its hands taking his clothes off. Its dick has the same consistency as his hands touch it, slowly taking hold. "Don't forget my balls, will you? Fuck you're so warm...." At his request another hand drops down to his now exposed fruit. They'
re plump and full, ready to burst. He moans gently. "Now don't think I can forget about you either" he says. His big hands grab Alex's own dick and balls. He moans gently as the cool textured slime wraps around his member and gently begins to stroke.

"You're the first person I've seen in fucking ages..." The slime says between moans, "and I've been dying for some cum." His puddle grows around Alex, he feels his feet in the cool clay-like slime. The wind blows through the creaky cellar door.

A smooth, wide tentacle lifts up from the puddle, raising Alex up a bit. It breaks his concentration, but a quick "shh don't worry. Trust me, you'll like this" from the slime calms him; his voice smooth as his fluid. 

His dick seems to shrink a bit, while a small tentacle starts to grow, and slither around Alex's ass. Alex looks back to catch it go inside him. He moans harder, slowing down for a second. "Don't stop..." the slime moans. 

He readjusts himself to be sitting a little lower on his chair of junk, almost as if he was sliding down. His legs melt down into his puddle. "That mass can probably be used elsewhere." He says. The tentacle holding Alex up thickens, lifting him up a little higher. 

"Fuck your little hands are so warm... could you go a little faster?" he says. Alex doesn't respond initially. His whole body is experiencing a pleasure he can't fully describe. Its like the slime knows all the right places to get the maximum pleasure. "ffuck man..." He finally sputters out, "I'll try". His hands are trembling not just from the pleasure, but from the cold. 

The slime moans deeper, resonating through the house. Alex wonders how his friends haven't noticed it already. His thoughts are cut short as the slime's dick moves out of reach. He's slouching further, and lifting him a little higher. 

"Hey wha-" Alex starts, but is cut short as the tentacle inside him begins to grow. Another two tend to his dick and balls, while the slime's own hands begin to tend to himself. "Augh!" Alex yells, his ass being stretched as the tentacle grows thicker, and treads deeper. "aw fuck yessss" the slime moans, his head tilting back as he's overcome with the pleasure of fucking Alex's tight, warm hole. His captive is overtaken, his whole body ready to cum as the slime slows down.

"Can't let you blow to quickly or I won't get everything, and trust me, I need everything you've got!" it says

He's left hanging just short of orgasm, right on that peak. His moans and screams of protest fall on deaf ears, or perhaps on deaf goo? His balls churn endlessly, they too wishing they could release their contents. What feels like ages pass, the slime continuing to stroke himself slowly. His hands leaving drips and pieces everywhere they traverse, until it almost looks like the they've merged together with his dick and balls. "Are you ready to cum for me Alex?" he says.

"Yes!" Alex replies in a scream.

With one final, deep thrust from the slime, Alex finally climaxes. His hot jizz landing all over the slime's puddle. "Ffffuck..." it moans, as he too joins the action. Much larger, thicker globs of cum shoot from his dick as he absorbs his captive's. The two's moans shake the entire foundation of the house. Even the distant neighbors, miles away, could've probably heard it.

As Alex is finishing up, the slime gently brings him to the ground. The last thing Alex sees before fainting is its last shots of cum bursting out of his dick, before it melts fully, leaving only a puddle on the wooden floorboards, and a large spiky rock resting on top of it.

"Alex?" he hears in the distance. "Alex!" a yell, now closer. He wakes up, flashlights in his face. "Fuck man you had us worried! What the fuck were you doing down here? Why the fuck are you naked? Why are your clothes all soggy?"

"Did you not see the ghost?" he says, ignoring their questions and looking around for the puddle, but its all gone. All he can see is a large barrel amongst the junk, a curious rock shape protruding from its lid.