Leonardo stared at the parcel he had been handed, it's wrappings stained with the blood of it's author. He stared at his manservant for several seconds, the pallid visage still shocked from the night's happenings. The inventor need not ask what happened; he knew what darkness his friend had been tampering with and what punishment the church was capable of inflicting on those that would dare to try.

Unwrapping the leathers revealed a brick of gold and a note. Decryption revealed its message: a task requiring time and complex formulas for some, but mere mental arithmetic for the genius.

'Friend. I fear my work is undone. But I will not allow it to be stolen. The gold is soft, but pure. Though it matters not the material, the final alloy must contain a trace of it's master. Only then will it receive life eternal. -F'

Leonardo hurried to place the gold bar in a carefully prepared cauldron, the natural steam vents heating the metal. He shifted back and forth from his workstation to his writing desk as he began to add ground coral and mother of pearl to the mix. Then with a deep breath he drew a knife, readying the blade against his palm. He stared at the boiling contents of the cauldron then back to his hand. But as his stare became a determined grimace his servant burst back through the passage.

"Master, I had been followed! Hurry!" The panicked manservant ran to the wall and pulled upon a raised stone. A sequence of rumbling mechanisms activated a secret door sliding open to reveal the dark blue Mediterranean, lit that night by a near-full moon. Leonardo - brow furrowed - made his way to the exit, leaving the knife upon his desk as he carefully walked the cliff side trail barely a foot wide. After a whir and a click, the door began to descend once more until the cliff-face once again looked entirely normal to the naked eye.

Within an hour, the two arrived at Leonardo's house within the town nearby. Within a day he would fall ill. And within a week, he would be dead.

-

Gordon wondered why he had agreed to this evening: his family reunion. Except, it wasn't really his family. It was his step father, Anthony Sabotelli's family. And while they accepted Gordon with stereotypical Italian hospitality, it wasn't his life they were interested in: it was his younger brother Jeremy's. They crowded the kid, asking about school, what he wanted to do when he graduated later that year and so on. A cheer and what seemed like an hour long toast followed on from Jeremy's declaration of following in Anthony's footsteps to become a chef. A toast that left Gordon sitting at the back of the party, looking out over the sparkling waters of the Mediterranean.

Another cheer washed over him, causing him to decide on taking a walk. Slipping through the tables and upended chairs, dodging sleeping relatives and assorted party detritus, he eventually made his way to the edge of the cliff. Warning signs and a fence had been erected, directing people in Italian to stay away. But save the cursory glance he gave the phrase book on the plane ride over, Gordon didn't speak a word of it. He knew he shouldn't step over the railing, but he did regardless, leaning back on it to prop him up.

There he sat, waiting for someone to come looking, but as the stars made their way across the sky and the party rolled on, nobody did so much as say hello. The glass of water he'd been nursing for so long suddenly felt heavy in his hands. With frustration at his step family as the driving force he wound his arm back, pitching the glass over the cliff and into the sea. But the ground was uneven, and his body tired. As Gordon released the glass he felt his body overextend, pulling him further forward. His feet moved to compensate but they were lethargic. He took two steps before his stumble sent him over the edge.

The darkness of night spun around Gordon as he fell, his hands reaching out for anything to grab before finally landing his knee on a thin ledge a couple dozen feet down the cliff side. He felt his body begin to topple over, as his other leg swung down beyond the ledge, but - surprising himself - he managed to reach out and grab a fist-sized chunk of rock jutting out at him. There was several seconds of rocks knocking against other rocks as pebbles crackled down the cliff before splashing into the water with a quiet plop. Then silence.

All Gordon could hear was his breathing, his heartbeat, and the loud band playing to the gathering above. "Help!" He shouted, hoping someone would hear. "Help!" He listened for a response, for a commotion or anything, but after several seconds of muffled muttering he heard another raucous cheer. He grimaced at the realisation; he would have to get himself out of this.

Taking a few deep breaths and inspecting the deep wound on his left hand acquired in the fall, Gordon sized up the rock he was holding on to. A few test pulls satisfied the young man's safety test, as he took a deep breath and began to lift himself with it. But before he could get enough height to bring his dangling leg up to the ledge, the stone gave way. Expecting to fall from the sudden release from the wall, Gordon was surprised to find the stone not a much as pulling away as sliding down, a small groove left in the rock above it before clicking into place.

The whining and crunching of an ancient mechanism had Gordon's heart revving, the sounds almost ominous in the moonlit night as he hung on for his life. If not for the moon he would not have seen the doorway opening only a few feet from him. The ledge had worn away there, but he reasoned if he could pull himself up, he'd be able to jump into whatever cave or passage lay in the darkness. As soon as the rock had formed a hole approximately his height, he heard the mechanism click. Then to his horror, the rock door began to fall. Quickly pulling himself upright he launched himself at the opening, sliding into the space moments before the stone door slid back into place.

The room was dark, warm, and full of stale air. He fumbled within his pockets for his phone, pulling it out before purposely smacking his head against the floor. "I could've called for help." He grumbled before checking the reception. Zero bars. "Dammit." Rolling over onto his back, Gordon panted, allowing his body to come down from the adrenaline high before turning the phone's light on to scan the room. Gordon was confused at what he saw before him.

Adorning the walls were rows upon rows of bookshelves, each one stuffed with books. Behind him was the blank stone wall where he entered from and ahead of him a narrow passage leading up some stairs into darkness. To his right, what appeared to be a desk of sorts, while to his left a workbench stood, still covered in tools. He stood up, gripping the workbench with his injured left hand. Wincing in pain he was quick to his feet, using the torch to search the room for anything to use as a bandage, or tissue.

Setting the phone down he pulled a napkin from his pocket and used it to wipe as much of the blood off his hand as possible. Gordon realised all too late he may have gotten traces of the evening's dessert in the wound, and in frustration, threw the crumpled mess into what he assumed to be a bin. Instead, the cauldron burbled, drawing Gordon's attention to it. He cautiously stepped over to watch as the bloodied napkin rest on top of the liquid metal for another second before bursting into flame.

The room glowed orange for a few brief moments, causing the man to stumble backwards, knocking a broom from its resting place, which in turn knocked the cauldron on it's side. Gordon scrambled to the opposite side of the room as the molten alloy pooled in one of his dusty shoe prints. He watched as the glow faded, curiosity overriding his need to get out of the room.

After a minute or two - when his heart rate had died down a little - the young man stood again, dusting himself off as he approached the golden footprint. Reaching out to touch it he could feel it was still hot and deciding better than to just grab it with his bare hands he looked around for an alternative. A square of leather sat upon the writing desk, along with a leather cord. They felt stiff, but after a bit of bending he felt it would do; there was no way he was leaving behind what looked like pure gold. After all, if the ancient workshop was so hard to find he may not make it back, assuming he could get out in the first place.

Using a spike from the workbench, he levered the metal off the stone floor and into the makeshift wrapping. The scent of burned leather rising from his hands, Gordon didn’t hesitate to fold the corners in and tie it up with the cord. The room still contained a multitude of books, handwritten notes and small sculptures. But with the golden footprint in hand, the tired and stressed mind of Gordon was more focused on getting out. Raising his phone to cast light upon the stairwell he advanced slowly.

Stone steps led diagonally upwards for many feet until the light from Gordon's phone was unable to illuminate the staircase's beginning or end. It was several minutes of cautious walking before eventually he came face to face with a flat surface of stone and a metal lever buried in the wall. Taking a deep breath he pulled down hard, hearing a familiar crunch of old gears and unused machinery. Slowly the stone wall before him rose to reveal tightly packed Ivy. He could barely see beyond into the lit streets of the town but once open enough he pushed through into an alleyway. Dusting himself off he heard the door behind him slowly close until with a click, there was quiet once more.

Gordon looked around the alley, trying to remember where it was for later. Then with a grunt of self-admitted stupidity he fumbled one handed to bring up the GPS app on his phone. There was little charge left but enough for him to bookmark where he was standing and get a rough idea which way he needed to go to get back to the reunion. With a sigh, Gordon got a better grip on the still warm leather wrappings and made his way down the quiet Italian street.

It didn't take long to get back to the party, his relatives mirthfully cheering and dancing as Gordon wove his way through the throng to the first aid kit resting near the DJ's table. Behind all the musical equipment a dreadlocked woman bopped her head to the tunes, one hand on some sliders and the other on her headphones. She glanced over to Gordon and nodded. He pointed to the white box with the green cross and held up his bloodied hand. With wide, shocked eyes she nodded faster. He gave her the thumbs up and retreated to a nearby table. Nobody else seemed to notice.

Several minutes of fumbling with gauze and iodine later, and Gordon had a makeshift bandage covering his sliced hand. Seeing it in the light gave him some cause for alarm, the injury borderline for what he would normally consider going to the emergency room for. But the man was exhausted, leaning back in the chair he would have nodded off if not for his mother Shannon's voice cutting through the music. She was calling him to come back to their rented Villa.

The rest of the night was a blur; Gordon walking with his family back to the Villa they were staying in; down the narrow country lanes and through alley after alley; before finally getting to his room and collapsing on the soft bed. As he fell into unconsciousness, the leather parcel landed heavily next to him.

-

Gordon slept through to the following afternoon, his family - though concerned when discovering his bandaged hand - decided to let him rest as they went wandering through the town. Slowly blinking himself into the world, Gordon yawned, taking a deep breath. He found it difficult, as though there were a weight on his chest and so moved to sit up. But as he moved, he discovered there really was a weight on his chest. Panicking in the same way as he did during his almost annual bout of sleep paralysis he used all his strength to roll over, but this time he wasn't paralysed. Instead he now lay face down on the bed, the weight inside his shirt as he tried to slide off the bed.

A quiet burbling made him panic even more has he desperately tried to rip the shirt off and back away from the bed. Too tired to coordinate ripping the material he instead slid out of it, his nervous frame staring at the slowly moving pile of clothes beside the bed. After a few moments of silence, the cause for alarm revealed itself. Slithering from beneath the freshly discarded shirt was a slug-like creature of glittering gold about the size of the man’s fist. It looked up at him, chirping.

Gordon screamed. "AAAAAAAAAAAGH! Whaddafuckizzat?!" The creature shuddered, retreating back beneath his shirt. With a few quickened breaths, Gordon blinked, unsure of what he saw. But reminded of the shoe print of gold, he scanned the room, eyes falling on the unwrapped leather sheet upon his bed. He then looked to his chest and noticed a thin coating of glittering slime caught in some of his hairs. He shook his head and took a few calming breaths.

Gordon looked around and grabbed a poker from the nearby fireplace. He gently lifted the shirt, revealing a quivering blob of gold. It took all his nerve and willpower not to drop the shirt and dash from the room. But feeling his chest again for any damage, he found none. If that thing wanted to hurt him it could have done so easily. Pushing the shirt aside, he knelt before the blob, placing the poker down gently.

"So..." Gordon said, looking at the thing before him as it stopped shaking, extending the front of itself to probe outwards toward his right hand. He lifted the hand and brought it close to the metallic slug. It prodded at his fingers, the metal warm and smooth as it moved to nuzzle the digits like an affectionate cat. "I really hope you're friendly." He sighed, cupping his hands around the slug to bring it closer to his face. It burbled happily at the attention.

The golden slug was more comfortable sitting in his unbandaged hand, but when it figured out the bandage was just covering the skin, it began to slide under. "No, no no no..." Gordon cooed, as though he were telling a kitten not to scratch the furniture, but the slug was too quick. Suddenly a throbbing pain built in his palm, causing Gordon to grasp at the bandage and rip it off. The tired attempt at wrapping it up last night meant it was easy to remove, revealing the slug having spread tendrils out to wrap around his fingers, holding it tight against his skin as it heated up.

"Stop it! Fuck, that hurts!" He shouted, the slug hesitating as it began quivering again. Then, to the man's surprise it split down the middle, opening like a doughnut to reveal his injury beneath. Tiny filaments of gold were slowly threading themselves through his flesh and pulling them tight together, while yet more were picking out small stones and dirt before flinging the contaminants to the side. Staring in awe he allowed the thing to continue its work until several minutes later it detached itself from his hand and rolled onto the floor.

Gordon observed the injury, the golden slug thing had managed to perfectly stitch him back together, the only evidence of the slice being the redness and grazing around it, and the slight glimmer of gold when looking closely in the right light. "Wow." He said, dumbfounded. "What are you?"

The small blob motioned to his uninjured hand, which he lowered for it to climb onto. He felt a strange warmth in his palm before it moved to the side, allowing him to see the exceptionally dry skin beneath. "You need some water?" He asked, realising he felt parched himself. The slug was heavy, what one would expect from a blob of gold that size, but with not too much effort Gordon got the slug to his ensuite sink. Popping the plug in, he let the tiny creature roll off his palm into the porcelain basin before turning on the tap.

As soon as water touched the golden slug it spasmed, growing and shrinking in size as though it were gulping the water from every part of it's surface. Slowly the water began swirling and sloshing in the basin, turning slightly green as it it became a little more viscous, leaving a slimy trail with each splash against the side. The slug itself was within the chaotic maelstrom of churning water, spinning and reshaping itself to look more like the blades of a push mower than the solid blob it was before.

After near a minute of this, a slimy pseudopod extended from the bubbling water to turn the tap off. The watery chaos subsidied, giving Gordon a better look at what had become of the golden slug. It was still there, kind of. At the centre of the mass of green slimy water bobbed a golden orb, perfectly smooth but rippling with each chirp and burble. Gordon's mind was reeling with the events that had cascaded from his waking. He nervously extended a hand towards the sink.

A slow moving tentacle pushed out from the green blob, placing itself gently upon his hand before spreading out like a slimy handshake.  The pseudopod gently pulled at Gordon's arm, beckoning him closer. He did so cautiously, until it had pulled him all the way to the sink, his hand sucked into the blob to rest against the orb. He held his fear at bay - barely - and allowed the golden orb to rub against his palm. Soon it was thumping with the same beat as his heart "My heartbeat. You like that?" He asked. A merry, burbling chirp was the blobs answer. "I'll take that as a yes." It vibrated against him, his skin excited by the movements of the slime, the blob in turn being excited by the shivers Gordon was giving off; like a sensual loop.

Eventually the blob released his arm as it pulled itself up onto the bathroom counter. A point of its mass - much like an eggshell has a pointed end - seemed to look around until it spotted the cast iron bathtub on the other side of the room. It pointed with that protrusion at the tub, causing Gordon to follow its focus. "The bath? What, you want to get bigger?" He asked, a little scared that he might be the unwitting human helper at the start of a monster movie. A realisation that hit harder after a few moments when he remembered they were only a few hundred feet from the Mediterranean.

But the blob shook its 'head' before turning to point at him. It took a few moments - with the blob repeating its movements several times - before Gordon took the hint. "Wait, you want me to get in there?" It nodded in response, waiting patiently. Gordon went over to the bathroom door, looking out through the bedroom to the glass doors. He could run now if he wanted, the blob surely would be too slow. But something inside him wanted to see what would happen, this creature was there because of him and he felt somewhat responsible for looking after it.

Closing the ensuite door he turned back to the bathtub and removed his pants, but leaving his briefs in place. He moved over to the tub but before he could swing a leg over the rim the blob chirped at him. It bounced a little in place, the heavy weight of the water inside it thudding down onto the countertop and making the wooden supports creak. With a sigh Gordon went over to the blob and scooped his hands under it. Somehow the thing changed the makeup of its 'skin', allowing the young man to slide his hands under the weighty blob rather than sink into it like before.

With a groan and a few deep breaths Gordon hefted the blob to waist height and step by step made his way over to the tub, practically dropping the blob into it before his legs could give out. "Damn you're heavy." He said, a low burble echoing up from the cast iron tub in response. He lifted a tired leg up and over the rim, before setting it down near the blob. Then he stepped in with the other. With both feet in, Gordon crouched down and sat at one end of the large tub, with the blob 'staring' at him from the other. However once he was seated as comfortable, the blob moved.

At first, the slimy mass rolled forwards, pressing against Gordon's shins as it pried them apart. Then it half rolled, half squeezed up to his briefs, which it reacted to strangely. While it had no problem touching Gordon's skin, the blob kept poking and prodding the material as though confused by its existence. When it tried to slip a pseudopod underneath Gordon was quick to place his hand down. "No." He said firmly. The blob let out a sad chirp before shifting quickly over the fabric to lay across Gordon's stomach and chest like a blanket made of jelly. The golden core rolled into sight and flattened itself against the man's ribs, close to his heart.

"What are you?" He asked again, tentatively reaching out with one hand to stroke it. The golden mass vibrated, like a purring cat as he stroked the slimy surface of the green blob. It felt like he was patting some giant green egg; freshly cracked over his torso with a golden yolk. "You seem friendly enough." He reached out with his other hand and began massaging the thin slimy skin, much to the creature's delight. It's purring vibrated his chest, like it was trying to massage him. "Mmmmm.... that's nice...."

"Mmmmm..." it cooed, Gordon raising an eyebrow at the noise that seemed more like a voice than a hum. "Th- that's nice." With each syllable the golden core rippled, its waves directed at a point on the surface which vibrated quickly. Gordon felt the blood drain from his limbs as his body tried to panic.

"You... you spoke?!" He accused, hands gripping the edge of the tub with white knuckles. It extended a thick tongue- like protrusion, the golden orb floating up into it and flattening out to mimic its shape. The blob nodded like before. Gordon took a few deep breaths as he thought of what to ask next. "You can understand me?" His questioning tone turns to disbelief with "You speak English?"

"Understand you." It said, the vibrations less than before but still gut quiveringly strange. "No speak English."

Gordon looked at it confused for a few moments before something clicked in his head. "You understand me because I'm the one speaking, not because I'm speaking English?" He asked, trying to word it the least complicated way he could think. The blob nodded again, it's purring shifting from Gordon's sides to his front rhythmically. The sensations were becoming too much for the man, as his briefs began to slowly tent. Running fingers along the surface of the blobs skin made the creature shiver and shudder, causing Gordon to writhe a little under the vibrating mass. Trying to get his mind in order he asked "Have you got a name?"

The blob shook its protrusion. "No name." It said almost sadly. But then it began excitedly bouncing on Gordon's chest. "You name! You name." It said, 'staring' at the man in anticipation.

"I, well... I dunno... umm..." he looked around the room for inspiration, but found none. Looking at the things core he began thinking about its makeup. "Goldy? Gold... golden... uh..." the blob shook its head with each suggestion. "Damn what was the Latin? 'A' 'U' something something. Aurus? Aurun? Aurum? Aura?" The blob vibrated and bounced at the last word. "Aura? You like Aura?"

"Aur-a. Au-ra. Aura. Aura!" It bounced in agreement. "Yes. Aura. Nice."

"So," Gordon began, a newly formed realisation burning the question in his mind "can you only speak a word once I've said it? Like if I don't say the word 'green' you can't say 'green'?" Aura nodded. "Wait, do you know my name?" It shook its protrusion. "I'm Gordon." He lifted one hand from massaging the blob to hold it out as though shaking hands.

Aura sensed what he intended to do and grew a pseudopod from its skin to reach up. "I'm Aura." The blob said melodically as it shook his hand. "You are Gordon." It said, before collapsing back down onto the young man's chest. "You are nice."

Gordon didn't know what prompted him to, but he slid his arms around the slimy mass and hugged it to his body. Aura responded in kind, stretching itself around his torso before squeezing him gently. "I can't believe this is happening." He said smiling sheepishly. "You're amazing."

Aura chirped and cooed against his torso as he became more relaxed in the tub. He thought about what would happen if he ran the water now, allowing his newfound friend to surround him. The thought caused a jump of arousal in his briefs. Aura noticed the movement and extended a tentacle to prod his member. "W- wait, I-" his protest came too late as the curious blob poked at the covered erection. "Ahhhn...." Gordon moaned.

Most of his life Gordon had been socially adept, but his generally friendly nature landed him in the 'like a brother' category with most people. He hated the term 'friend zone', feeling it to be too negative as though there were no chance of escape. But despite his demeanour there was one girl back in college that did pay him attention. And had it not been for some extreme personal views she had regarding some of his more religious friends, he may have gotten past third base. Suffice it to say the pseudopod probing the strained material of his briefs was the most attention anyone other than himself had paid his nethers in well over four years.

The fear of having this unknown creature so close to his privates was slowly giving way to the wonderful sensations running through Gordon's nerves as it tried to figure out what was going on. The pseudopod turned to point at the young man's face as Aura burbled "What are that?" It waited expectantly for an answer.

"What 'is' that?" He said, unable to stop himself from correcting Aura's grammar. "It's, uh... well... it's my... penis." He said softly.

"Penis?" Aura repeated before turning back to his member. "Penis." The tentacle prodded the fabric again, before pulling back to press against the waistband. "What is penis?" Aura asked as it tried to get underneath the elastic.

"It's, it's... sensitive." Gordon said, trying to figure out how to explain the birds and the bees to a sentient blob of gold. Partly due to the notion of eventually having to do what he was thinking and the fact that the tentacle had managed to defeat the elastic and was snaking its way down his pelvic region, Gordon laughed. The sensation was like a long warm tongue licking down his body.

"Sensitive." The voice was contemplative as it reached the base of his cock, prodding the flesh as Gordon moaned happily. "Nice?" Aura asked as it began 'licking' the top of his shaft.

"Uh huh." He gasped, gulping as he closed his eyes in disbelief as to the events unfolding atop him. "Very, very nice." It was at that moment, all his hesitation and fear melted away, as Aura slid itself up his member, encasing it fully. "Oh, yeah..." he moaned, relaxing fully back into the tub.

But Aura was struggling, the waistband was  pressing down hard against the tentacle and she burbled annoyed. "No nice." It said, expanding near his crotch to try and separate the briefs from his body. "No nice."

"You don't like my briefs?" Gordon said, trying to focus on Aura's frustration rather than his pleasure.

"Don't like." It repeated immediately.

"I can take them off-" Gordon offered, shifting his hands to his waist, but Aura was faster.

"I can take them off." the blob said, almost menacingly. Without warning the golden core shot down Gordon's body, the outer edge sharpening as it went to slice through the waistband then splitting in two to keep cutting down to the cuffs. Gordon lay shocked and a little scared as the elasticised underwear flung off his body into the slime before being harshly ejected out of the tub. "Off." Aura burbled happily as the mass slid down his body to rest atop his pelvis.

"Fuck!" He uttered, the surprising action causing his heart to skip before being overwhelmed with sensation as the viscous fluid rushed to his erection. Gordon's breathing became harder as the blob roiled around his staff, his shuddering at the sensation driving Aura to move faster and more forcefully. "W- wait. Wait. I, I need to, we need to talk about this, first."

Gordon could tell Aura wanted to continue, but she did as asked and calmed herself. "I'll wait." It said sadly.

The man took a few deep breaths, laughing a little at his situation as he tried to organise his thoughts. It was odd, he could almost 'feel' the emotion of the blob atop him, and it felt sad. "No, no, you're not in trouble, it's just..." Aura perked up a bit but was still curious as to Gordon's demand to stop. "You, you're obviously a thinking, feeling being. And what you're doing is a bit... personal."

"You are, feeling personal. To me." Aura spoke back, vibrating a little causing Gordon's cock to twitch and the blob to burble and chirp happily.

"You, you might feel that way, and I... I think I feel that way?" He said, questioning his own thoughts due to how insane they sounded. "But, but if you keep doing that I will, uh, cum. And I, uh..." he realised he had no idea how this thing would reproduce or even if it could achieve a climax. "Are you - I mean, can you have... an orgasm?" Gordon immediately regretted the words leaving his mouth. "What kinda stupid question is that?" He muttered to himself, his cheeks turning beet red as he sunk lower into the tub.

"I believe I can orgasm." Aura spoke without hesitation. "Way to orgasm? No have believe."

"So you think you can climax, but you don't know how?" Gordon asked, remembering Aura could only speak the words he's spoken before.

"Yes." Aura chirped happily. "I want you to have climax, and I want to have climax." It burbled and roiled impatiently atop his privates as Gordon thought the proposition over. It had been a long time, and he was in a different country, experiencing new things. The want to try something completely off the wall crazy was too tempting.

Gordon sighed happily. "Okay, but I'm not sure you entirely understand-" he was interrupted by the swirl of slimy fluid around his cock, the cascade of sensation pouring back over his body as Aura slurped his nethers with gusto. The occasional current flowing past his balls brought the blob's attention there as well, the green fluid kneading and playing with his orbs as his cock throbbed in response.

But as crazy as the situation was Gordon felt guilty, as he were only receiving and not giving. Remembering how the golden slug had earlier nuzzled his hand, he pressed both hands into the whirling slime and gently grabbed the golden orb. The current died down momentarily as Aura let out a confused chirp, but as Gordon began to massage the golden core the fluid surged back to life, doubling its effort on his cock as the man found his new friends sweet spot. "Oh that feels too good..." he moaned.

"You feel very good too..." Aura burbled, her voice louder and more needy than before. "So good, keep doing that." Gordon's surprise at how fast Aura was picking up his language was quickly overtaken by the intense sensation at his crotch. He felt so close to cumming, but part of his mind couldn't let go of his want to get the sentient ball of goo to climax as well. Then an idea hit.

Gently pressing a hole into the golden orb he massaged it out and around, forming a long tube in the warm metal as Aura continued to burble and swirl around him. He finished shaping the core just in time as he felt himself slide over the edge into his own climax. Grabbing the golden tube he quickly moved it to the tip of his cock before thrusting in with all his might, his throbbing member pushing into the end of it, distending it further as the Goo became hard as rubber.

Gordon's cum shot from his cock like a heated firehouse, years of pent up need flowing out into the warm tunnel as he tried pathetically to hump into it. But after a moment he realised there was little need as Aura began humping back against him, the hard, rubbery interior being just squishy enough to suck the pearly cum out of his cock with each pulse. "Yes yes yes yes yes..." Aura squeaked, her voice more solid than before as the vibrations rocked the entirety of her at once, causing Gordon's next stream of jizz to hit the core's inside twice as hard with twice the volume.

"F-fuck..." he stammered as the most intense orgasm of his life flowed through him. He felt ethereal, as though his body had faded into nothing, and all that was left was sensation. Pulse after throbbing pulse of his essence shot out of him as he let the pleasure overtake his mind. But after a few moments a new sensation brought his mind back to reality. In one brief moment Aura went from a solid green rubber blob to a cascade of greenish water flowing down into the plugged tub, pooling around Gordon's arse and feet, splashing against his shoulders and head as the core stayed firmly wedged on his now softening cock. "Aura?" He asked before panic began to overtake him. "Aura!?"

The water became still before he got an answer, but what the golden tube said made him instantly calm "I feel climax. I feel awesome." Gordon laughed, massaging Aura's core once more. "You feel awesome." The core began to slip and slide in his hands until Gordon's cock plopped free of its confines, not a drop of cum to be seen as it reformed into a slug-like creature. "You and me are personal." It cooed in a tinny voice.

Gordon thought about that. He realised he felt closer to this weird golden slug than he did to most of those people pretending to care about him at the party. "I guess we are." He said, smiling as his heart slowly returned to a normal beat. Letting the slug rest on his chest he lifted his arms, strings of sticky slime trailing down to the tub. "Looks like I'm gonna need a real bath." Aura chirped happily in response. "Or, maybe a shower."

Sliding up his torso, the slug stretched, sliding behind his neck on both sides before rejoining with itself to form a thick, golden necklace. It chirped and burbled happily in time with his heartbeat as Gordon slid himself into a sitting position. "Neat trick." He chuckled as he carefully extracted himself from the tub.