The water fountains just beside the track field were easily Marlin's favorite hunting spot; they had been installed on a small building just outside the track, with a row of the devices facing outward into a long swathe of open area parallel to the course. Wide open as a runway, and without the annoying obstruction of the omnipresent foliage, it allowed him the necessary angle for a dive. It may have been safer against other monster types, considering the lack of cover and long sight lines afforded by the placement, but it suited him eminently.

A quarter-mile above the field, Marlin drifted lazily on the wind, his silver form sunk within a passing cloud for camouflage. The buzzing in his eyes had just begun, which indicated it had been two days since his last meal. Sharpened by hunger, he eyed the grounds below for a likely target, reflexively rippling in anticipation.

P-phewch. She just barely completed that test by the acceptable limit. If Vikky would fail one more time… oh, she didn’t even want to think about it. Not think about it. Though… that had been one specific subject she usually wasn’t very good at, strange kinds of math, so… She was doing well in other subjects, so there was nothing to worry about. As long as she did her homework… it was fine.

The door out opened. Vikky stepped outside. Hm… slightly cloudy today, she mentally commented as she looked up at the sky. She was currently wearing the usual school uniform, with a blue skirt, white shirt and a blue vest over it with a red little tie. To think… before coming here she had been all excited about wearing a school uniform. Now, though… all she could think of was how vulnerable she felt in it. A gust of wind blew through, making the brown-haired girl have to hold down her skirt to not make it flip up to reveal her white underwear. Oh, gee, this posture reminded her too much of that certain…

“Ikh!” With a small embarrassed sound, Vikky made sure to start walking as soon as possible away from the school building towards the field. She needed to jog a bit before going back to the dorms, or she would be afraid of losing her form. She couldn’t risk that. Not on this island. She was carrying a rather large brown hand-bag that currently included a few school books for tests she had yet to study to and some gym-clothes to jog in. So, she just needed to walk over there. There was enough people visible on a distance, even though they were not looking that way, for Vikky to know she’d be safe. She just needed to move over the field to the other side, where she could change. Wasn’t that far, and the time and location was still safe. There was nothing to worry about where Vikky was semi-hurrying towards her destination in what was too fast to be a walk but not quite a run…

A dot broke from the scurrying herds below, crossing the empty fields at a pace just above casual; the details, at this distance, were difficult to make out, but the distinct school uniform identified it as a student, a petite one. Evidently she was aware of the dangers of the campus, if the constant glances about were any indication. Unfortunately she wasn't looking up. Not that Marlin was close enough to be visible to the human eye, and definitely not when floating in front of the sun's rays, basking in the light.

A proper target, finally.

Marlin dipped downwards and began to fall, his flight film spreading over the outer membrane. Oily and slick beyond measure, it accelerated him silently towards the ground, sliding between air without hitch or whistle, bypassing terminal velocity and passing the mach barrier with ease. The slime narrowed into an arrowpoint then extended a pair of goopy whiplike talons that trailed behind in its wake, ready to snatch at the target in case of a missed dive. That had been a slight problem a few times: prescient students, or telekinetic ones, becoming aware of him before he could manage to strike. There was no way to tell before the actual strike; he just had to gamble.

The ground rushed up towards him, ghost-quiet, and Marlin swept out of the dive, snatched at Vikky, and took off again into the wild yonder in a fluttering split-second of displaced air and the subtle splatter of water, shaken off from a jaunt through a raincloud.

As long as she had stayed inside the school grounds and didn’t stay up too long, she had never been attacked. Other strategies used by monsters had been to infiltrate her dorm when she was alone using water and using the guise of a sick old man to make her take him to a bed, that time also alone. But now it was during the day, and there were people close enough, even if they were on a distance. The key-word was always “alone”. Twice there had been two students, but Vikky assumed two just happened to be an acceptable number. Now this wasn’t the case. This was a safe area, she didn’t have to… What’s tha-!?

Vikky had been running forward, holding her bag in front of her with both hands. Her expression of slight hurry changed instantly to one of pure chock as she felt something… something grab her. Grab? Stick on? Whatever it was it flew into her and carried her off… the sudden change of acceleration made her gasp out, dropping her bag as her arms had been caught in the front. In a movement not her own, the brown-haired girl was now travelling probably faster than she ever had without being in some vehicle, feeling the wind course through her hair and by the neck and wherever else that she was not currently held on to. Vikky could barely see or hear anything like this, much less speak despite having questions…

Wh-what just happened? Where… is this? What… are you…?

The slime had hit Vikky going almost two hundred kilometers an hour. Its form made a perfect shock absorber: she had sunk halfway into the gelatinous depths, with one arm still free of the mess, but the other sealed tight to her side. It was possible to move in the gooey mess when Marlin wasn't concentrating, but it was very similar to swimming in molasses; heavy with proteins and viscous. The interior was a lukewarm goop, but the outer membrane where she could touch it was warm and impossible to press against, frictionless and difficult to pierce.

A momentary glurgle of satisfaction echoed up from Marlin as he accelerated away from the schoolgrounds, before he remembered that he had a human half-out of him and slowed down; wind burn was an unpleasant sensation, as he recalled. Instead, figuring he was far enough from possible sources of interruption, he picked a cloud, hovered over inside of it for cover, and considered what he had to work with. Standard uniform, no bother. A tie though, dammit - he couldn't figure those out. He'd have to go around.

The syrup thickened around Vikky's waist, and began bunching up her skirt and shirt as a band of slime concentrated there, then began to ooze the flight film in opposite directions, spreading up and down the smooth skin of her stomach. The frictionless fluid would make it easier to work all those buttons and get the shirt out from beneath that tie. Meanwhile, he pulled back just enough to expose her shoes again, and began to work them off with a tendril of slime. Shoes tasted awful.

... Whatever it was, she had sunk into it. It was like… some form of flying liquid. Liquid that was hard to move in. Some… form of goo? Whatever it was, Vikky was now bathing in it while staring down at the silvery stuff that was covering more than half herself as her still free right arm was stretched away as if fearing to get stuck as well. … Oh. She was stuck. The realization felt like it came way later than it should have. With the wind of speed breezing past her and gradually feeling how everything not dipped in the silvery stuff was getting colder. Ah. She was… rising higher. When Vikky looked upwards… Were those… low atmospheric clouds? She felt how breathing became somewhat harder, not only because her pulse was increasing, feeling that she really shouldn’t look down… But she did. … Fear etched onto her expression. Th-this high!? She couldn’t struggle loose even if she wanted to! Then she’d just… fall to her death…

“Ih!?” Vikky made a sound when she felt a force bind around her waist beyond where she had no control. Th-the liquid… it was moving. Her skirt was to no use to keep the liquid away from her bottom parts, and the substance was moving into her shirt and rubbed over her stomach… The feeling of the soft, sticky slime rubbing at her skin actually was kind of comfortable, but all her internal warning-signs shot off together with her face growing red. Vikky’s fear was instantly crossed with a panicked blush as she stared down at the silvery stuff, kind of chocked even something so bizarre as that would be interested in…

“Do-don’t…!” It was hard speaking here… “Y-you ca-n’t do tha-at…!” Vikky tried to punch the thing in response to the molesting, but the fist just… slipped off. After panicking at the ineffectiveness for a second she tried to move her left arm inside the liquid to cover over between her legs… because she figured that would be the ultimate target. Wh-why… why was she being raped at this altitude!? Vikky flinched at the smile leaving her feet to freeze in the open air, then she realized he was picking off her shoes, that would soon be descending down to be lost forever unless the slime by some reason chose to grab them.

“N-no.” Vikky mumbled with an expression of chock due to the unexpected situation. She felt helpless, and her expression reflected this. She’d been completely picked somewhere she thought she had been safe, from the direction she expected the least. And now she was being undressed so far above ground… “M-my shoes… don’t… they we-ere expe… ensive…”

Marlin slowed for a moment, then considered. There was no true reason to discard them, and besides . . .

ACKNOWLEDGED. The slime rumbles, echoing from every part of it at once; the entire thing vibrates slightly with the word, lacking a true throat to pronounce words. Instead he slides the shoes up to the surface and hangs them there, then tugs on the laces, which slide loose. Those laces inexorably crawled down around the wrist she'd punched him with and looped around it. With a careful sort of grace, Marlin starts to tie a crude knot binding together her arms and shoes behind her back. An ironic fulfillment, he supposes.

Meanwhile, the goo continues its careful pace, creeping over Vikky's body; it reaches up her chest, then begins to slowly suction the buttons of her vest back through, leaving the article of clothing hanging pointlessly about her in the gelatinous pool, unbound. It only hangs there for a moment before Marlin begins to incorporate it into the makeshift knot he's tying around her hands. On the other hand, her skirt has already fallen, bunched up about the girl's knees as it slips seamlessly down a coating of flight fluid, unable to hang onto that slick material.

Pleased by that convenience, Marlin takes a moment to manifest his first tool in this line of work; the antenna, long stamen with soft, bulging ends studded with sensory knots that wrap about her legs and test skin texture and malleability, rubbing endlessly against them; investigating the hollow of her knees, the underside of her calves, and the soft skin of her thighs. It will make a good control for later, when he begins to manifest appendages directly.

Eh? It... rumbled out a word...? And the word was…

“Eek!?” Vikky was under subject of slight panic as her only free appendage, her right arm, was suddenly snatched up using… her own shoe-laces…? Then [I assume] her arms were pulled behind her by a force she had no means of countering, and her shoe-laces were used to tie her arms together behind her back… Vikky came to realize he had actually listened to her request. Her expression of shock ebbed away leaving one of seeming sadness as she looked down on the silvery goop that had swallowed her body. Ah, you’re one of those monsters, are you? Then there was nothing left to do but to attempt to endure the treatment…

“N-nngh…” Vikky’s face was reddening as more of her more personal bare skin was touched by the smile as it moved upwards within her shirt. While twitching from the intimate feeling, she could do nothing to prevent her vest from being removed and added to the knot binding her arms and her skirt fell free down her legs. As such her young body was only wearing that shirt with the tie, a common white bra underneath and white panties now exposed between her legs. Vikky tried desperately to move her young legs together to block access to her panties, but it was probably impossible. Under her bra her nipples on her respectfully endowed chest were hardening from the goop pressing everywhere. “G-gee…”

“…!?” Something wrapped around her legs. Was it in response of that she tried to…? Wh-wait…! Whatever it was, it was rubbing all over her legs! Vikky’s already red face blushed further in embarrassment. Not that her legs were something to be embarrassed about, being rather young and strong ones certainly worthy of attention. Feeling the attention to her legs… w-was she getting excited from it? Her heart was beating so… It was like having someone who appreciated them rub against them intimately… D-did she subconsciously like having her legs paid attention to? It was certainly different from all those monsters that only paid attention to her breasts, mouth and genital… Feeling her legs getting rubbed against like this by she did not even know what. N-no, Vikky, don’t get wet, don’t get wet, this thing isn’t human, don’t get wet, damn it, gee… You’re useless, she thought to herself.

While there was a certain satisfaction to hearing the girl's shrieks, Marlin was getting tired of it. He required coherent conversation, or silence to boost his concentration - not this meaningless gasping. Besides, if he remembered correctly, it was a secondary erogenous zone, or at least fairly sensitive. With an effort of will, he accessed a bioscan from a few days ago and began to mould.

From behind Vikky, a mouth opens in the slime - feminine lips and darkly-blushing cheeks like graphite, dusky eyes, and lashes that drip the metallic liquid like gilded tears. It raises up from the protean soup as if climbing from a pond, resting slim elbows on either side of Vikky's shoulders and leaning forward until silvery lips brush the shell of her ear. I'm so glad you could join me, it murmurs in her ear, then turns its head just slightly so that it can slide a cool, prehensile tongue into the schoolgirl's ear, nibbling delicately on the lobe just below with teeth made of calcified slime. The simulacra's hands slide up Vikky's sides, tickling her abdominals with nimble fingers, before tracing over her stomach and starting to draw long circles around her navel, dipping low over the bow of her panties.

It is a face and body stolen from his last meal, still remembered in the liquid sea of his mind, and it frequently behooves him to set the images of his former prey against his current morsel. Soulless and unintelligent, they are but snapshots of carnal appetite, and will dissolve harmlessly back into his form when he deems it necessary.

Meanwhile, the stamen bloom, letting loose nets of fine threads and strands that fall about Marlin's victim, lacing in with her fingers and toes, circling up her legs; a gelatinous sargasso that holds her within a living, softly breathing cage.

...!? S-something placed itself on her shoulders... Elbows!? N-no, wait. This was…

Vikky’s entire body flinched as the goop which had caught her spoke from the face she had not even noticed until it was touching her ear with its lips. She tried to turn her head and look at it, but… she only got a tiny glance. I-it is female? … Was the only thing she had time to think before a tongue invaded into her ear. If the monster wanted a conversation it would have to be disappointed a while longer, as Vikky gasped from feeling the tongue lick into her while her lobe was nibbled and the naked skin of her stomach was touched and teased by something that felt a lot like fingers.

Vikky didn’t know it, but treatment from Head-Girl Vera in the past had left her body extra sensitive, and with the current stimulation she had already become wet down there. Herself, she couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t remotely exciting… Vikky bit together to avoid sounding out as she was touched in multiple places and felt how some kind of web of threads was lacing her up to get her truly caught, as if this so far above the ground wasn’t enough. She was trying to think of something to say, but not being very clever in this situation she couldn’t think of much… but she could at least…

“Thank you… for saving my shoes…” However, it was from an expression gritting her teeth and seemingly angry now that said it. Vikky was getting angry at herself and her situation. It was obvious she couldn’t flee, so she was now mad at the situation before her. But it could only go on so long before she had to shout out again from the finger going around her navel and dipping down close to the bow of her panties.

It wasn't a problem. Though they don't taste nice. The girl perched on Vikky's shoulders note. The words, pronounced as they are with tongue in ear, are rather difficult to ignore. Her hands, however, still and begin to rhythmically smooth over the pale skin of the schoolgirl's belly, a restive motion as the simulacra thinks. At least, until they slip up beneath Vikky's bra and cup her cleavage gently, hefting them in slim fingers. You do though. Like peaches.

Though the homunculi's hands are now occupied, that does nothing to stop the tendrils laced about the victim's legs; they creep up and slide through the gaps in her panties, smoothly pulling down the article of clothing about her knees and leaving her blushing sex exposed to the cool slime, which presses up against the pouty lips. In the next moment the goo begin to slide, frictionless and wet, between Vikky's legs; an endless river of smoothly-coursing slime that slides by and between her nether lips without cease.

So she says, that it wasn’t a problem. Actually, there was a big problem. The problem was that a monster had picked up a girl, was raping her, but was STILL giving favors to her and probably intending on letting her go after being done raping her! Once again, Vikky felt like she had just been picked up at a shopping-mall like an unwilling prostitute… with occasionally nice guests, and occasionally violent… “D-DAMN IT!” Vikky screamed out in defiance seeing no way out. Her breathing roughed up and she tried bending over without success as her stomach was massaged making her sensitive body’s arousal increase exponentially. When her breasts were cupped Vikky tried forcing herself backwards, away from them while breathing up into the air, but no success.

Vikky felt her panties pulled down. It almost felt like relief to have them removed, and yet Vikky’s mind was complaining constantly. The feeling of the goop pressing at her naked sensitive lower lips… Vikky moaned out and tried to twist herself out of the grip. Allowing this was just… Then Vikky flinched as she felt movement, her eyes wide in surprise. And then… the slime began to slide, creating a current of goo which carried it right by her slit which could as well have been an ever-reproducing collection of fingers. Sometimes they spread her lower lips a bit, other time just coursing by pressing against them. Either way, this was too much.

“AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhh…!!” Vikky screamed out from the stimulation of her very sensitive vagina, the slime would constantly carry with it her soaked liquids. The girl would have doubled forward had it not been for goo holding her in place. She now focused all her will to endure just this one assault. All that goo touching her naked lower self that looked like it was screaming for sexual pleasure… “ST-STOP IT…!”

I don't think I shall. The girl-childe sprouting from the slime answered thoughtfully, as she tweaked one of Vikky's full nipples between two fingers, playing with it curiously. The other hand wobbles, collapses into a long, wet tongue that drags alongside the student's other breast, back down over her stomach and into her navel, then draws tingling circles just above her victim's hips. I want to hear you yelling. It's funny. Papa says it's err-eval-ent though.

The current slows just enough that each phantom digit has a moment to play within Vikky's trembling body; the fingers thrust upwards, curl, stroke, and slide without mercy between her nether lips, before the tide draws it away and out, soaked with her arousal. As the tide grows ever higher about her hips, the fingers grow more insistent and invasive too, until they begin to play with the tiny hood over her clitoris as well, teasing it out of hiding.

Vikky made a sharp intake of breath as her nipple was tweaked, her expression burned red with arousal, her breathing furious. She was reminded of how there were less oxygen at higher altitudes, and her express-speed heart wasn’t exactly helping at this moment. She cringed from every touch the other hand… long tongue made, trying to pull herself away from its motions, wide eyes panicking at her lack of control due to the goo surrounding her. The feeling of it over her breast, stomach, in her navel and descending… It was both arousing and disgusting. Her saying that she wanted to listen to Vikky’s yelling made her conscious of her voice and tried to contain it… but she was powerless to do so before what came next.

“KYAH!?” A finger had thrust into her. Her overly sensitive self immediately flinched at the intruder and her vagina tightened, her mind wanting to avoid being raped. Her body rejoiced, though, and pleasure was spread through her mind. “KAH! Kah! Hah! Ah! Ah! No! S-top! Ah! Ah!” With each finger she flinched again, her body trying to jerk itself out of the goo without success as the fingers invaded and explored her insides one after one, each one getting an extensive taste of Vikky’s drenched lower lips. Vikky’s body remained quivering, her mouth wide open in complaint and eyes wide open in panic, her entire face covered with a pleasured red tint. As the frequency of the fingers increased, there was an undeniable feeling spreading through her. She was going to come. Wha, ALREADY!? Vikky tried in vain to arch forward to stop the fingers pressing into her sensitive spots and pushing her quickly towards the edge. “N-nnnoo…! Stooop…!” She hazily cried out in vain, as she felt fingers start to tease out her clit… No, if they touched that too, she wouldn’t be able to… No…!

“AAAAAaaaa… aaaaAAAAAHHH…!!” Vikky cried out in vain as her clit came out enthusiastically and she remained unable to prevent her fate this day.