After writing The Marketplace I ended up caving to demand and writing this.

Rated for tentacles, porn, Vlad, and mentions of animal sacrifice.

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That had been a nightmare.

Laying on the floor covered in slime and sore in all sorts of unmentionable places wasn't bad enough, no. Of course not. The neighbors had to call Animal Control about the rooster and of course they showed up before he could pull himself together and grab a shower. On top of that he couldn't seem to phase out of this slime and ended up having to answer the door wearing a bathrobe and what had to have looked like a gallon of lube.

Vlad was never living this down.

Now he had to find a new chicken. Damn cops took his.

Worse they were making him stand in line like some sort of... criminal and pay this piddly little fine for having "livestock" in city limits. Ugh. If he'd only been able to find the Book of Eibon he wouldn't have had to deal with this whole chicken fiasco because it would have been dead. Sacrificed to the shopkeeper in exchange for one of the rarest, most precious books he could get his claws on. Considering how little the rooster had cost him he would have by far gotten the better end of the deal.

Now he had to find a new bird. If only he could fit a goat in his cape.

"Next."

Vlad pushed past the line and slammed his paperwork down in front of the clerk. He quickly pulled out the measly $50 he was being fined and glared at her. He could have sworn she slowed down in her movements just to piss him off even more.

He hated courthouses.

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That was... excruciatingly annoying. Waiting in line at the courthouse took up the majority of his day and his feet hurt. His back hurt. His legs hurt. His head hurt. Heck, he just hurt. Ah, well, it was nothing a good long soak in a hot bath couldn't cure. Then tomorrow he could get to writing those proposals he wasn't able to do today.

Vlad headed to the bathroom first, stopped the tub, and turned on the water as hot as it could go. He wandered back out to his bedroom where he could get properly undressed.

He let his thoughts wander as he tugged his shoes and socks off. He never did figure out where that pink slime had crawled to. It must have oozed its way back through his portal to the ghost zone. It certainly didn't leave his lab through the door; he'd have noticed it while he was lying right there in the hallway.

Vlad's hands went to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with quick precision. Where else could it have gone? Worst case scenario it had escaped through the air vent. Probably not; he'd have seen it dripping out of a vent in another room or the heater's pilot light would have been snuffed out by contact with far too much slime. Unless...

Nah. It was too big to escape through the plumbing. Vlad slipped the shirt off of his shoulders. The shirt dropped to the bed as he unbuckled his belt.

Pants and underwear were shoved to the floor. He stepped out of the last of his clothes and padded naked back to the bathroom. The tub was probably full by now. Odd, though, the water didn't sound quite right. He walked into the bathroom and stopped dead.

"Not again," he whispered.

It had been hiding in the plumbing.

The room was full of steam, promising a nice hot bath. That promise was a lie as the steam rose not from water but from the thick pink slime that roiled and shifted in the bathtub. Long pseudopods oozed outward from the mass, tracing the perimeter of the room. Slime dripped down the walls and pooled on the floor everywhere those horrible reaching tentacles had touched. Nothing in the room went untouched as the slime felt everywhere, as though it were trying to learn its new surroundings. He stepped back, trying not to disturb it. Maybe he could go to a hotel...

His foot slid as he stepped on a thin film of slimy trail. Suddenly the pink mass turned its attention toward him.

"Oh no," Vlad said.

The door slammed before he could reach it. He looked at it, seeing the pink tentacle that spread its slime all over it, claiming it.

Vlad went intangible. Surely this ectoplasm was a physical construct, it wouldn't be able to touch him like this. Right?

The pink tentacle sealing the door shot out at Vlad, wrapping around his waist. So much for that idea. Vlad struggled but lost control, fading back into tangibility.

He was trapped.

"Let me go!" he shouted. The tentacle bound him around his waist. His hands went to its slimy surface, trying to grab onto it, push it off of his waist, anything. Palms slipped and slid as they desperately groped for purchase before sliding in between the tentacle and his waist. It pulled tight, trapping his wrists next to his waist as a second and third tentacle reached out to wrap around his waist and one leg.

"Butter brickle," he swore, cringing and clenching tight on both ends. He knew what was going to happen next. Now it was going to start shoving tentacles into his orifices until he enjoyed it. Well he wasn't going to go down without some sort of fight.

The tentacles pulled him off balance, catching him before he hit the ground. It pulled him close, very close, before wrapping a thick pseudopod around his legs and holding them still. Odd, it wasn't spreading him wide. Instead it lifted him into the air and pulled him into the tub.

"What the fondant!" Vlad shrieked as the tentacles seemed to dissolve, replaced instead with the whole heavy mass of steaming hot, roiling, pink slime. His hands went to the sides of the tub and gripped it with all the traction his slimy hands could muster. He threw himself into a sitting position as his legs sank into heavy clinging slime. He had to get out of this. Get out of it before it engulfed him and did... whatever it was going to do this time.

Pseudopods slid up his back as tentacles reached up to wrap around his arms. He tried to arch away from the slime's touch. It followed him, wrapping around him and pulling his straining body down into its reach.

Scrabbling hands lost their grip on the sides of the tub as tentacles pulled his arms down into the mass. Vlad struggled, shifting his shoulders, wiggling his legs, grasping his hands at nothing, anything he could do to possibly get away from this seething mass as it held him down, pulled him in, slid tendrils up to stroke his neck and face, to tug his hair from its bindings.

"Please, just let me go," Vlad whimpered. He knew it didn't hear him, couldn't understand him. He knew it would never obey his commands. He didn't care. His voice was all he had left to defend himself with. "Don't do this to me, not again. Let me go."

Pink slime crawled up his torso, inching up his chest along the tracks and trails left behind by groping tentacles. Its heavy weight shoved him down, pulled him down against the side of the tub in a mockery of what he'd planned on doing with his night before this... thing usurped everything. Vlad scrunched his eyes closed, fully expecting to feel warm slime engulfing his head and forcing its way into his lungs. And then...

It stopped.

Vlad's eyes opened slowly, unsure. This... couldn't be...

He wasn't dead. He tried to move but he was still stuck fast where he was. He was still sunk up to his neck in a bathtub of heated, pink-tinged ectoplasm with questionable origins and even more questionable motives. But... it wasn't doing anything. It was just holding him there.

Vlad could feel the fear bleeding out of him as the slime's oppressive heat moved in. Try as he might to ignore it, to prevent it, the knots and soreness of his muscles were slowly unwinding, relaxing. And then...

Ohhh... Vlad held back a groan as the slime moved around him, spots of pressure moving around inside the mass, spots running along the worst of his knots like this was some sort of living massage chair. Down his spine, along the backs of his thighs, around his calves, up the arches of his feet, even between his fingers and against the palms of his hands. He writhed against its touch, its vice-like hold loosening as it worked his sore muscles.

Now was the time to escape, he told himself. Now, while it's distracted and only loosely holding him down. And then the pseudopods wrapped around his shoulders and pressed down, sinking him up to his chin as he arched into their touch. His arms went limp at the pressure massaging the tension from his neck. He lost the battle with his voice, a long moan tearing itself from his throat as all thought of escape dissolved as surely as the tension in his body.

His eyes drifted shut. He felt the slime shifting around him, something else happening with it. He knew he should be concerned. After all, this was a ghost zone construct escaped into the living world. It could be trying to engulf and digest him. It could be trying to enter him, control him, possess him. He snorted. If so then it was going to have a hard time; his head was already pretty crowded.

A tentacle brushed his slackened lips, seeking entrance. Vlad opened his eyes to see the mass had separated into the form he was more familiar with, that of a multitude of tentacles all draped over and under him, exploring, seeking, touching... The oddest thought entered his head.

It had been seducing him.

If so then physically it was doing a pretty good job. His body was so relaxed he felt as limp and formless as the slime was. Mentally he still wasn't too sure.

A tentacle slid between his legs to slide up the front of his torso. Its length brushed against his limp penis, enticing it to respond. The tip of that tentacle stroked up to his chest, its length sliding back and forth between his legs while it groped for a nipple to pluck at.

The tentacle at his lips pressed again, dragging itself along his bottom lip like the tongue of a lover. Vlad reached out with his tongue to flick it back. Its tip slid along his tongue, slimy and slightly sweet. Sweet and a little metallic. He licked along the tentacle's length and pulled away to see what it would do.

The tentacles around him wrapped around his limbs, sliding along his skin, warm and heavy. They seemed to embrace him before the tentacle at his lips flicked out to seek entrance again.

Vlad closed his eyes and gave in. He opened his mouth and let it slide inside.

His lips closed around the tentacle as he sucked lightly on it, its movements feeling almost excited against his tongue. He felt tentacles wrap around his ankles and his thighs, gently tugging. Vlad leaned back against the side of the tub and spread his legs, letting the tentacles dictate how he should lay. His hands went to the porcelain bottom of the tub, trying to keep some sort of traction. They slipped and slid in the slime until tentacles grabbed them and wrapped all around him to hold him still.

Vlad hummed in pleasure as they kept him bound, a sound that surprised him as much as the feeling. He didn't even know he liked being bound before this. But then he didn't even know he liked being fucked by overeager semi-sentient ectoplasmic tentacles either.

He whined as he felt a tentacle tickling between his legs. He swallowed around the tentacle in his throat before moaning. He could feel his cock filling as he writhed in the slimy pink grasp. He spread his legs a little wider and arched toward the tentacle's touch. It stroked his anus with feathered, teasing touches, not actually entering him. Vlad groaned with need, his toes clenching as he tried to press back into the tentacle, to impale himself, anything.

A tentacle reached up his neck then around his head before grasping his hair and yanking his head back. The tentacle in his throat popped out, dragging from him a long, low moan. "Fuck me, dammit," he begged. "Please."

Again the slimy mass didn't answer, didn't obey. Instead it kept teasing. Tendrils started flicking over his nipples as a tentacle slid its way up to his throat and drew a line of slime from his neck all the way down his midline. Vlad arched into its touch. It came back up, tracing his lips. He tried to suck it back into his mouth but the tentacle in his hair gripped too tight. All he could do was lick his tongue at it, hoping to get some sort of taste, to tell it somehow what he needed from it.

The tentacle slid up the side of his face before stroking back down and tracing those lips again. Vlad's mouth went slack, gasping for breath as he fought to regain some sort of control, to gain some sensation other than these tickling, teasing touches.

The tentacle at his ass traced a lazy circle around his entrance before finally wiggling inside. Vlad arched back and shrieked at the intrusion, a shriek that was muffled quickly by the tentacle that shoved it way down his throat. He moaned, the sound little more than a cascade of bubbles as the tentacle in his ass writhed and burrowed in. It finally stopped, pulling out before surging back in even deeper. Vlad's thighs were kept spread wide and he leaned back into the slime, unable or unwilling to regain control as tentacles writhed over him and within him.

He pressed back into the tentacle fucking him with each stroke, feeling the thick appendage go deeper each time. He wasn't even sure how deep it could go but this tentacle seemed determined to find out. The tentacle at his hair yanked at him again, pulling him forward to look down at himself. The tentacle in his mouth slipped out, releasing his moans as he saw the impossible length sliding in and out of him. It was so long, so wide...

He was so damned hard and yet the slime was ignoring his erection. He tried to reach for it, to pump his neglected cock. Instead the tentacles that held his wrists pulled tight, yanking his hands away from any sort of relief they might provide. Vlad whined as pseudopods cradled him, kept him in a position where he was forced to watch as the slime had its way with him and left his pleasure utterly neglected.

He was completely at its mercy.

The thought alone wrenched a moan out of him. "Let me cum," he whispered. "Please?"

As if in response a tendril snaked around his erection and tightened around the base. He cried out at the sensation, as all hope for release was taken from him.

He knew he was in for a long, hard ride.

The tentacles braced him, folded his legs up just enough that he was forced to sink backwards into the slime's embrace. Sound went weird as his ears were cut off from the outside world, trapped within the grunting, thrusting world of this ghostly pink slime. And then...

Vlad screamed as the slime surged into him anew, thrusting into him roughly. Tentacles fought for space as they surged into him, stroking him from the inside out, stretching him, filling him, thrusting in and pulling out like the roughest sex he had ever had. His hands grasped at nothing, his toes curled as all his nerves sang discordant notes of confused pain, of overloaded pleasure. Screams were wrenched from him as he took it all.

After an eternity the pressure keeping his cock bound disappeared. Vlad thrust blindly into the air, seeking some sort of friction to finish him. He whined when a tentacle wrapped itself around his cock and squeezed, pumping him in time with the reaming of his ass.

He didn't last long. A few strokes was all it took before he was screaming out his orgasm, muscles clenching around the tentacles in his ass as they slid out one by one. Semen spurted all over his belly and chest, mixing in with the slime as he writhed in its grasp. As the spasms slowed all but one tentacle pulled out of him. That one wiggled its tip, making Vlad gasp at the sensation, before slowly pulling out leaving him almost painfully empty.

Vlad laid there, spent and thoroughly used. He couldn't move much less escape. If the slime decided to eat him now he would not care. His eyes fell shut as he drifted in a sea of pink slime, a sea that stretched out forever as the world fell away.

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When he came to Vlad was sprawled out in the bathtub. He was covered in a thin film of slime as was the tub and the majority of the bathroom. He blinked owlishly at his surroundings, stretching overextended muscles, rubbing his sore ass, looking around... Wait a minute...

The slime was... gone. Missing. Crawled off. Vlad scratched his head as he searched the bathroom.

It wasn't there.

He stood on shaky legs. Wherever the slime went he'd worry about it in the morning. He pulled the slimy door open and trudged to bed, not caring that he was leaving a trail of pink-tinged ectoplasm to his bedroom. He fell face first into his bed and was soon fast asleep.