Weekends at Shokushu, at least at this point in the semester, meant that the academic facilities were all but deserted. Come Saturday, everyone headed for the beach or the pool or the fields, or just stayed in their dorm room or the common room, talking with friends and roommates. Teachers were barricaded in their offices grading papers, or off in teacher housing, doing whatever teachers got up to in their spare time. No one wanted to waste time confined in study halls and libraries with such beautiful weather outside, and the fear of finals still months away. Well, almost no one. There was always the occasional shut-in or bookworm, clocking in the extra study hours or pursuing some extracurricular interest while her friends frolicked far away. Someone who was usually alone.

This was exactly the kind of atmosphere Raktar 263 liked. No crowds to drive it away, no boisterous halls or classrooms it had been conditioned by the administration to avoid. Just empty buildings to explore and map to its heart's (or whatever organ it had that manufactured joy) content, and the occasional solitary student for it to have its way with for an hour or two. Today, it had found its way to a building it had only traversed a few times before. As such, it was eager to quest anew, and it seemed to lack an abundance of people that it might have to avoid. So, finding its body a hiding place in the basement, it began to extend its on-growing tentacles through the air ducts and structural conduits of the building.

The tentacles followed the layout of the building for about an hour, blindly and aimlessly feeling their way around, taking note of the spacial properties around them. This meandering course would take some of its tentacles through the vents leading to the library. Though 263 didn't know it, that's where it would find her.

Many of the girl's at Shokushu spent much of their time in bathing suits on of days, or some other social gathering that the cute girl hardly found the time to actually care for. finals where months away, so there was no rush in studying, while she was one to maintain face, she found it unnecessary to actually study. Well academics any way, she was an aspiring witch as such she needed to a good book to help develop her skills.Sadly finding a good book was never easy namely in this school, it was all half baked fantasy. Some of it was kind of scary, especially in the eerie shadows of the Library. Quiet and undisturbed, an excellent place to practice and hide abilities. Sitting down at one of the many reading tables with a handful of books the brown haired teen began to read flicking through the pages unaware that something was snaking through the nearby air duct.

Oblivious to the monster she merely read the black leather book with deep interest. as it saw her it would she wasn't the must well endowed girl when it came to breast, but she was ungawdly cute,and very curvy for her small frame. Her light green eye's was alluring. All in all Caddie was just a cute girl, unwitting to the monster that laid at hand.

As the tentacles neared the library, several of them slid up against the vents that led into the room. To its touch, the vertical spaces in the metal bars were basically a gate - a passageway installed especially for the strong, creeping menaces of Shokushu. With several hundred pounds of force - something 263's tentacles could exert easily, the vent opened into the room. The sound it made as it opened wasn't loud, but the library was practically silent, and so it was faintly audible. Tentacles passed through several vents around the spacious room, emerging near different walls. Curious about this new space, they began feeling it out. Most stuck near the ground, slithering along like snakes, hanging left or right as they encountered tables and chairs and bookshelves in their path. A few tentacles crawled along the walls near the vents, mapping out just how far the walls went in any direction. Several others lifted themselves into the air, crossing and winding through empty space as they felt around for obstacles.

Several of the the airborne tentacles found the bookshelves in their way, and began to slither over the tomes within. Others slithered up the shelves to a similar effect. Here and there, the odd book fell to the ground, pushed away by 263's blind exploration.

The sound of the vent opening was feint but audible, Cadie looks up briefly looking around not seeing anything out of the ordinary she resumes her reading. Not at aware of 263 blind searching. At first there was nothing to note, and she kept reading her books. Until the books began to fall. It was one every so often, but it was becoming rather distracting. To the point that the young witch slammed a book shut as one hit the ground. To her it was simple bullies trying to scare her, well she was going to have none of it.

"Please stop knock over books, you're not going to scare me" Caddie's sweet voice said as she stood up, the chair making a loud screech as she stood up abruptly, her voice was full of malice.She was looking around to spot the would be-bullies. Nothing... At least as far as she had seen,with light steps she began walking down the aisles, the heels of her shoes clicking as she went. It was nothing unusual, no one accept a few book s laying down on the ground, the tentacles that caused their fall where on the other-side of the self and she didn't notice the slithering at all.It wasn't her imagination, the books fell but as far she could tell; nothing or anyone had caused it. Picking the books up she placed them back on the self, properly; before returning to her seat to continue reading...

263 hadn't been aware of Caddie's presence before she stood up to confront her tormentors. But the moment she spoke, she became the center of its attention. The tentacles in the room all turned towards the direction the voice had come from. They slithered across the floor and around book cases. Some of the tentacles even scaled the shelves on the other side of her, working their way over the top as she began to replace the fallen books. She turned moved back to her seat without noticing the approaching menace. As she returned to the book she had left, a swarm of phallic appendages followed the sound of her footsteps, while others encroached on her from every direction. They circled the reading area, putting half a dozen thick stalks between her and any given exit.

With their prey ensnared, the tentacles begin to move in. They make no noise as they slide over the ground or float through the air. However, their movements are still blind, and now impatient. They bump against other chairs and tables as they approach. Some tentacles find bookshelves in their way, and force their way through impatiently, scattering the entire contents to the floor. A hubbub of clatter rises around Caddie as the tentacles approach, eager to find the girl whose sweet voice had rung out through the library.

Caddie breathed a deep sigh as she walked to study area,finding no one, yet feeling like someone was there was common for her. She was an witch and it was often times she had some evil spirit about at times, though this was strange. Then the noise of something moving in an impatient maneuver filled her ears. The movement was erratic, and fast as, it was then as the tentacles began to spawn she noticed the slimy tendrils in-cricling her cutting of all possible exits. She cursed under her breath, as she pushes up her sliding glasses. Her first thoughts was had she summoned a monster of some sort, or was this the rumor of the school coming to light. Either way she showed no fear only concern for her situation, but a evil gleam in her found it a little alluring.

"So this the rumor of the monster." She said aloud, unwittingly giving away her position to the blind tendrils." Interesting>" She said as she began to activate her abilities to fight... Little did she know of the inhibitors that limited her abilities. to fight and use her magic.

The tentacles twitched intently and turned towards Caddie as she spoke to herself. They squirmed, almost as if in delight at finding her presence, and then started to move towards her. They were fast now, closing in on her like a predator. More books fell to the floor as they pushed through the shelves behind her, approaching from all directions in a chaotic criss-cross. More tentacles shot over the book shelves, and it became clear to Caddie that there must have been two dozen tentacles in the room now. They'd long since blocked the exits, putting numerous fleshy, coiling shafts between her and any means of escape from this room.

As Caddie took on a defensive stance, however, the tentacles slowed. They still approached, but their pace was cautious, ready to react. 263 had no concept of magic - it only knew that some of the other monsters it had had the misfortune of crossing on the island could hurt it - physical assault and mystical offense were equivalent to it. It certainly had no notion that a human girl could offer similar resistance. But over the last few weeks, it had started to sense the thoughts of people it came near, and this girl's thought's were defensive, even confidently so. That was unusual for a girl. That warranted caution.

As the tentacles raced towards her she raises a hand. They where fast and obviously after her, a foolish predator perhaps, or a more cunning foe. She couldn't decide which; nor did she care really. "Ictaus moretass." she said as the tendrils neared her, the balm of her hands exploded in in blister light, forming a slight kinetic shield rebelling the tendrils. Or so she thought, it did nothing more but stun them for a half a second, she felt-herself weaken as she released the power of her defensive magic, as if she couldn't build up to full strength. This was unusual, beyond unusual Caddie immediately tries again. Failing this time to bring forth any type of manna to do anything. Her eye's squint in worry. It was unexpected, but she wasn't without any more defenses. She could hold her own, the lack of manna was foreboding however.

The tentacles slam into Caddie's shield a second before it falters and give way. Their momentum is cut by the impact, and they sway briefly, staggered by the sudden obstacle. Without the sight to see what exactly they had run into, the tentacles must have assumed that the barrier between themselves and the girl remained, and they started circling her, looking for a weakness in her defenses. They were unhurt, however, and they continued to draw closer, almost as if they sensed that her first line of defense had failed. They were almost on her now. A few more seconds and they could reach out and touch her.

They where blind thus slow to dive in on her.It was obvious they hadn't realized she had no defense at first, then after circling for a moment they attempted to swoop in. Letting get close she spoke a few ore in strange language once again, this time casting a symbol fire spell, to strike out against the tentacles. It worked but not in the fire blaze she had expected or wanted it to be. She cures as she spins around throwing a few fire strikes as she doubles back. Her attacks weren't nearly as effective as they had been before she arrived on the Island, now it seemed she was powerless.

The tentacles near her first fireball retract at the sudden heat in front of them, but the spell's area is small, and the others dart around it and continue towards her. Their movements become more aggressive, as if they've become intent on shutting her down before she can do any real damage. The tentacles behind her start to close in. Her feeble fire spells force some of them to flinch away briefly, clearing something of a path, but they're still closing in on all sides. Tentacles sweep low and go for her legs, trying to bind around her ankles.

"Ts>' was the only words that escape her mouth, she was not interested this monster and less intrigued by its design. It was persistent and not only that she had very little room to even move away. Surrounded by all angles and she had less than half her manna to even put up a on offensive.The tentacles swooped in aiming for her legs and ankles. She manages to avoid a few landing and making a counter move to send the ones at the floor back, however it left her momentarily in the air, which made her vulnerable. There' was no time to defend her back..

Suspended and left without any means of turning or escaping, Caddie was vulnerable to the tentacles that he hadn't seen rushing at her back. Several tentacles slammed into her back, knocking her forward. She never had a chance to hit the ground, however, before another tentacle stretched itself in her path. As her body collided with it, it quickly wrapped itself around her waist, then held her in the air. It was strong - it showed no signs of strain as it held her body aloft. More tentacles rushed at her. Now that they knew exactly where she was, they pressed against her sides, before slithering up and starting to coil around her arms. More tentacles coiled around her legs, holding them in place.

"Damn it!" She squealed out as she found herself in the clutches of the tendrils. She was well restrained her arms were useless as where her thick legs. Though small breasted Caddie small body was somewhat voluptuous to the touch. She felt disgusted having been touched in such a manner, and by a being she had not created."Filth let me be!" She shouted in rage.She began to try and squirm her way out, but the grip was too tight for her puny strength to get budge even a little. Tales of the school were that of monsters, human like and inhuman beings ravaged the girls whenever possible. She thought that such foolery, as it took magic to provide such monsters and even then it was only the most powerful wizard and witches that could bring them forth.

She none that used such creatures... Well only one but that was rarity to bring up creatures of pleasure. This was by sure some type of escape experiment of scientist. The question was; What did it want? What would it do. That was that ran through her mind, that and about fifty different spells she was dying to use if she got the chance.

The tentacles held her arms to the side, totally immobilized by the way they spiraled around her limbs. With its prey secured, the tentacles quickly moved to begin exploring Caddie's body. Tentacles coiled around her thighs and down her legs. More of them began to press against her abs and her chest, a few of the more intrepid poking at her modest breasts. The tentacles felt soft and fleshy to the touch as one slithered over her cheek, starting to tussle her hair. The tentacles squeezed her body slightly as they roamed over her.

A few of the tentacles pointed at Caddie's face, almost quizzically. Before she could wonder what they were up to, she heard a whisper behind her. It was so quiet, she wasn't even sure she'd heard it at first. But it was there, speaking slowly, one word at a time. "You. Different?" It paused as the tentacles squirmed against her skin. Her clothing seemed to annoy their exploration, and they began to press against the seams and edges of her uniform. They slipped beneath her blouse and skirt, slithering across her skin, held close to her by her tight clothing. The tentacles were warm, clearly part of something's body.

"No," the voice continued. "Not. Different. You. Fuck." The tentacles moved faster, as some began to pull back her jacket. Unfortunately, with the tentacles binding her arms, they weren't able to remove the garment. They pulled fruitlessly for several seconds, before they became agitated. The sound of fabric ripping echoed through the room as the offending coat was torn away, only its sleeves remaining pinned to her arms.