The beach had been a bane for her. Each time she had gone down there something happened and she was still sorting out her last experiences there so for the time being she stuck to the pool at the campus.

As it was she wasn't into swimming all that much now but today had been especially hot and she had come here when all the other girls she knew had gone down to the beach. Even in a group she still needed time away from that environment until she straightened everything out.

At least now she had her contacts.

Adorned in a green bikini she dove beneath the water after a dive off the diving board, her body yearning for the coolness of the water to sweep back over her as she hit the surface and disappeared beneath it.

She popped up, took a gasp of air and fixed the gold locket about her neck that had flopped to her back. She placed the locket between her breasts and then began making even strokes to the ladder to climb out of the pool for another dive.

Where? Somewhere within a central nexus of water, aliken to itself. Had escaped. Escaped what? Those sentient creatures garbed in white. Notes, tapping away at white boards of their buttons as they watched, fascinated, fixated on its motions. Yes, "IT" was named Riptide.

Bubbles rose in a small storm as the water system around Shokushu sputtered. Girls in their showers shrieked as the water suddenly ran freezing over their smooth body, their little hands rushing to cover delicious orbs, turning their backs to the jet streams to show round asses. But just as soon as the frigid water rinsed over them, it was gone, leaving them blinking in confusion. It would be the only warning the swimming beauty would get as it, Riptied, made its way into the pool system.

The pool's temperature grew colder and colder, subtly at first, until her body would start reacting to the dropping degrees. A curtain of bubbles left from the pool's left side, the filters expending air. Then within moments, the heated pool began to regain its warmth, soothing the skin of the student. It was as if the system just had a hang up, or had sucked up excess filth to clean through its system before returning to normal. Nothing a student needn't worry about, surely.

Unknown to here had been the water troubles that had just occurred. She had missed the drop in the water temperature briefly as she got out of the pool and returned to her elevated position of the diving board. It looked so high up but the dive was so refreshing.

Stupid locket! She cursed to herself having to fix it again though the water was getting cooler, not that she minded on such a humid day though beneath her green top her nipples puckered and hardened. A natural reaction to the cold though she had not been ashamed of it.

As far as Etolie was aware she was the only one here. But the water felt nice and cool and if the system didn't right itself then she wouldn't mind. She did begin to swim across the pool toward the shallower side with nice, even and strong breast strokes.

In comparison she thought about all the suckers suffering at the beach given that humidity and the sadistic girl smiled at that thought as she envisioned a sun so warm that it turned others to putty.

It slipped into the main system, no longer in the main nexus of where the water ran into the school. It could feel itself . . . Feel the water of the pool. . . The chemical compounds of the substance around it as it slowly melted into chlorine and pool. The water began to lap unsteadily, shifting at the additional mass before it rippled into small, thinning lines, leaving the surface of the pool placid. Still, like a mirror. And it was then, once Riptide had become and felt itself one with the water, did it reveal its secret.

In spite of all the cleaning chemicals and disinfectant, the soup of feminine properties assailed its sense, alerting of one very recent, even so, right there. A flickering pair of red lights grew at the deep end of the pool, flashing brightly before dimming again. Hunger. Need. The barest taste reached its sensors, showing that the scent, indeed, belonged to a female. Every ounce of its being churned with need. Ever since it left, no-- escaped from its containment --- Flashse of white appeared in its vision, the female types, the men, the operatoin with those damnable pellets they hit him with--wait?Him? Riptide shook itself, ripples, like something had been dropped into the water, occurring. No. It would focus on its hunger now, regain strength, recuperate.

Drops of water fell from where its source was, letting it know where above the water the source was. The female's body broke the surface again, the pool caressing her.

It swept the female's body, like gentle currents of the pool jets passing her, as it curiously touched, resisting the urge to grab it under and pull it beneath the surface.

It had formed closer to where she was a moment ago but since it had been a ways behind her she had missed the formation of red eyes, still unaware that there was something behind her in the water.

Etolie had figured that the heating system had failed. On most days it would have mattered though today that simply was not the case as she enjoyed that coolness on such a humid day. So ignorant of any real danger she swam leisurely on getting to an area of the pool where she could have stood if she had wanted to but she had paused as she turned to swim back to the other end of the pool and that was when she felt it, a stark coldness that swept over her suddenly causing a rush of cold to sweep out over her.

But Etolie was unaware of what was there. She had been intone with what some of the island “guests” could do and her eyes dart around as if she could find something amiss just by looking.

She couldn’t of know this, however, and saw nothing out of the ordinary as weary eyes dart about, unaware that anything was amiss. She slowed as she looked about considering that it was probably nothing ...

Riptide's glides over the supple texture of her skin made it want to continue with abandon, letting its current slowly sway her body towards the center of the pool, closer to the deeper end. Away from the edges. It wanted to enjoy this female's body more. Warmer glides of water soon rushed beneath her, its shadowy red eyes just under her. Yes, he could feel it. Somewhere on this specimen of a female, was where her source. But where?

The gentle caresses were beginning to be powered by the jets of the pool, but she'd know something was aloof, now that she was too far away that she shouldn't be able to feel it. Riptide became excited, feeling the small pulses of her heartbeat pick up. Why? It wondered, only deciding its course of action. It toyed with its stringy brown strands, giving it soft tugs. Not finding the source there, it moved on.

To the student, it would feel as if her hair got caught on her locket. But she'd feel the water, as if a watergun was being pulsed down her back under the surface, feeling it slip effortlessly down the trail of her back, easily through her bikini, feel more caresses by her ass, getting special attention.

At first she didn't need much guiding as she swam by her own choice to the center of the pool. She had not questioned where she was going since it was the very direction that she had sought for herself though her heart rate did increase a small matter as she looked around still seeing nothing amiss though she had paused to extract her wet brown hair from her locket. If it were not so important to her she wouldn't have worn it though next time it was probably best if she left it back at the dorm since this was the third time now that it had been in the way.

But the coolness of the water was overridden given the warmth that she could feel moving beneath her. Even if the warmers for the water turned back on she was too far from them to feel them this intensely.

Shit! Etolie tended to be a bit perceptive when things off, she panics as she feels something trailing down her back, especially as it flows over her rounded ass. It was almost like a caresses of sorts that made it's way against her.

That caress like the squirt of a water gun. If she had her back to the warming jets she might not have thought much of it but in the center of the pool, well that was another matter entirely.

Something had been here, she did not know what nor did she think that she could out swim it but she had managed to get away from one of these things before. Granted, it got distracted by the girl she was tormenting at the time an see could not see it so she could not use any magic to hinder it though the bulk of hers required getting material components from the victim ahead of time. Fingernails, hair, even spit …

But with nothing to loose she attempts to make a brake for the edge if the pool.

It could feel the pound of its victim grow rapid at its realization, ignoring it in favor of feeling the rest. But as the woman splashed the surface of the water, anger rose in the creature, an overt foam of bubbles furiously growing on the surface of the water, ripples thrumming out around it. The foam made the water 'lighter' around her, forcing her strides to double in need to make even in a single inch. With all the bubbles, she was able to lap less and less water, slowly pulling her inward again from the edge.

The chill of the water dissipated, warming again as Riptide worked over the water, drawing her inward by the barest of strength. As the bubbles surged about her body, they trickled through her swim ware, seeping into every crevasse and curve of her body. Riptide could sneer if he had the ability. The bubbles made it hard for it to 'see' her form. Almost at the though, two orbs of red rose to the student's vision, just outside of the circle of foam she was trying to escape.

Panic had set in. She was not alone. And it seemed that she had the damnedest luck with these aquatic denizens as of late.

Etolie was not a strong swimmer. She was fair and as such she had doubted that she would make it out of the pool though with the bubbles causing her to use more effort it was a foregone conclusion that she would be unable to get all that far. She made little progress, the bubbles seeing to that and while she was unaware of any seething anger of the entity here she would have been beyond caring. Her first order of business would be to escape if she could, the second suffering this fate. She realized how it went down at this stage, a third that was sometimes an option was bargaining.

What felt like small jets of water spraying into her body could be felt.

It was the oddest sensation that raise the heat of her body as it was not solid in nature even that coursing through her backside had not hurt yet though as she saw those red eyes take shape, malignant eyes was what she saw she tried to renew her efforts to get out of this snare that had been set for her as it was quite clear that she would make no progress.

Her options shifted at that stage. She knew three spells that weren't associated with Voodoo. A ward against the Evil Eye. No good here. A memory charm to erase minds was probably less than helpful. The third she tried, a sleep spell, her limbs flailing less as she tried to invoke the magic. Seeing the eyes she had something to target now.

Amusment coursed through its volume as it watched the woman's reaction. The faintest scent of his need could be tasted in the water.The waters soon stiffening, thickening around her limbs, admiring how smooth and simply perfect her body was to it. The water grew warm, as if a pair of arms were holding her, tightly to keep her movements, yet still soft from the water, as if she were a delicate flower.

The eyes drew closer, glowing as the water began to rise in front of her. It was as if something was rising from the water. But nothing pulled up from the surface, the water itself building up like a head, slick, long and curved back. Where the eyes should be, sunken into the surface of the water, bobbed two red lights, almost hovering in place as it rose above the surface, eye level to the girl. Despite that she was looking into the 'eyes' of this creature, she could feel the water rising beneath her.

She would feel the water rolling off of her beautiful shoulders, peeling away at her neck with rolling pressure, feeling at her sides, brushing her breasts and ass, until the warm liquid stopped at just beneath her ass, lifting her half into the air.

There was one thing that he could taste. And that was that this thing rolled in its water was assuredly delectable, seeing such a beautiful, perfect physique as its next meal . . .but . . how did it know? Its head bobbed as it pulled itself further up, as if the water was rolling itself up, dripping drop after drop of itself into the pull again, before being pulled back up.

It was sure to find out.

The water grew thicker hindering her movement s in such a manner that she was unable to complete the incantation she had begun. He instilled fear in her. She did not know what to make of him though for the moment the press of water within her did not increase nor feel like larger jets.

She feels the warmth rolling over her as it rises up but she is snared by it unable to move. She was caught, she wasn't getting away this time but she had been unaware of the nature of this thing.

Could it speak? It was obvious what it was after, but could it speak? It had not even moved to gloat yet but if it were comprised of water then it shouldn't have vocal cords right? She did not know how or if it could communicate or if it could understand her at all as she twists feebly seeking a way to achieve freedom though it became obvious that struggling was not getting her out of this.

Damn!

“N-Not the -ugh- Ass,” she did not protest for it to stop, she knew such pleas were useless from her time on the other side of things. It would not stop, that much was certain. But she was entirely at it's mercy right now as she felt the warmth of water flowing over her, in her. She thought it was waiting for something though, a specific reaction in fact considering that it had not yet escalated it's actions yet.

It studied the woman's figure, taking it in and considering it longingly, slow. It could feel its hunger growing at the sight of her soft peach skin. Its water rolled off of her form as it sifted through the water, taking the time to make a closer look. Yes, she was trapped, there was no need to rush. And it needed to find exactly where this thing, species, grew its need.

The water stayed warm and firm around her as its cranial orb came closer to her face, stopping only a few mere inches before it began sizing toround. So much skin! So much to figure. How would it ever find it. Just the thought of trying to figure out seemed to unlock the water around it, connecting to an enemy outlet to its mind.

Tendrils of water soon pulled upward from the body of water. It lazily swirled as the small spire of liquid pulled towards her, drawing up from the main body, drawing to the captive woman. Slowly, hesitantly, two streams of spires pressed against her breast, prodding through the suitand gently rolling the nibs of her nipples. Riptide could . . . feel this, all without moving. It found that this one was much better, much more deliciouos a feel than those other creatures wearing white in the labs.

As it slowly toyed and studied, he didn't make any effort to end her struggling, only her upper thighs and wrists loosely held in their water prison. She would find herself able to wriggle herself in their confinement, maybe even, as it was distracted, snatch a hand or two away as Riptide became fascinated by her bouncy breast, sliding its tendril beneath and around and around.

It did not seem to be rushing as if it knew that it had plenty of time to handle the matter, as if this time was theirs alone. With most of the girls at the beach today that was probably true, who would want to be indoors on a day like this?

And still it explored her, jets of water pushing into her body while other streams came up to deal with her breasts as she wriggled helplessly in the grasp of this thing who was yet to speak. Whether or not that was a good thing …

But she could not help but let loose a tiny moan. She tried to prevent it though Princess Tidal had once added to their size giving them a slight increase, which left her tender and sensitive there. That effect was suppose to subside in a day or so according to the Princess who ha also point out that each person reacted a little different to it. She had her right size back but was still sensitive there, the pressure of the water jets upon her got her nipples to hared as she twists in the grasp uselessly.

The way that it explored here, it had to be exploratory. It felt … odd … it was not solid so there was no resistance to it an it was like a jet stream of water. She imagined that once it was done exploring her it was going to use more water to open her further apart, to flow fully inside her but there was nothing she could do about it now. The way she was being restrained she couldn't use her one spell that might be helpful, nor could she hope to brake away. A bargain? This thing id not speak as far as she knew so her struggles ceased with the realization that there was nothing left open to her at least for now.

Win some, loose some. She ha managed escape once before though the circumstances where quite different then. Now, well, now that just wasn't possible.

As the watery spires drew patterns around, Riptide watched, getting frustrated. Nothing was coming out!! The creature growled. Erolie would be able to see inside its frame, bubbles rippling inside. It viciously began prodding her more, rolling its water around her body more firmly as it began to press through her suit.

The water didn't bother pressing through this time, groping and tugging at the suit, as if it were hiding what Riptide wanted. The fabric pulled against her soft skin, before giving a harsh snap, the top of her bikini surfing to the shallow end of the pool. Gone. At the sight of her mounds freed, seem to set him off.

All the water in the pool began to burn with a turquoise color, one more suitable for the island seas than one that was artificially made for an indoor environment. The water touching and holding her began sending off small chemicals, one set off through instinct as it glowed softly. Riptide watched, waiting for something . . . Or a reaction he couldn't fathom. "He" That word kept coming up again.

In its distraction, small tingles were growing on the students skin, sending off small arousing senses, her freed breast defenseless against the prodding teal tinted water.

She feels the water pressure increasing against her, more frantic in nature as the creature reacts, it's color deepening and while before only it's eyes really had been seen now she can make it out. Perhaps it was better not to see it. It was not horrible though, just different though did it understand, if so would it care? Her hands try to move back to the jet stream against her ass.

“Not there!” But even if it did understand she doubted it would care … she wasn't always in this role of prey after all.

It must have gotten frustrated with her clothing for her bikini is torn off, more streams of water rushing against her full breasts that leave them sensitive, her nipples already hardening against that flow of water though to no real effort she struggles in it's grasp, her own body beginning to betray her as a warmth begins tingling through her thighs. Her eyes squeeze shut, her heart beats heavily in her chest as she forces her eyes to open, if there was an opportunity to escape for instance it did no good for her to miss it.

A small gasp escapes her lips tat then press together firmly as if to deny it any sounds of pleasure though her breasts are nice and tender against the stream of water that rush over them then.She gasps, unable to do much more than helplessly wriggle there in place.