The day was one of simple beauty on the surface, but under the simple rays of the warming star lay layer upon layer of complex contrasts. Slimer wandered through the idealic forest and it was just that, a picuresque day on the tropical paradise of Shokushu. The island was a resort unimaginable to almost all. It boggled the mind that such beauty could hold such dark intentions. The trees swayed under the cooling breeze, the day warm and balmy like always, it hid the cold, and cruel cravings of the demon as he made his way from his cave towards the campus, a route well known and traveled by his four legs.

Its horrors were equally mind blowing as the resort was not Intended as a pleasurable retreat for the young female college students who were enrolled there. Rather the resort was for denizens of deep space much like himself who were seeking the young prey to satisfy their carnal lusts. For one such as himself, it was truely a paradise on all levels. For those unfortunate enough to call themselves the student body it was only a dream on the surface, and that dream tended to quickly become an all too real nightmare.

Slimer walked the path, and rejoiced in his favorite day of the week. For it was Saturday, and it was also a new semester. Those two things meant he would get to experience both a full weekend of delights and the possibility of new students arriving on the island. Like the saying curiosity killed the cat, inevitably some would be explorers in their own right and he had every intention of making sure for at least one lovely girl that what was found was true fear, disgust and bliss in an unforgettable weekend, no matter how hard she tried...

Makeda Lockley, one of the new group of Freshmen to Shokushu High School, walked alone one of the many paths through the well manicured forest of the school grounds, there were many such areas that the young woman had been able to see from the different class rooms and had been eagerly waiting all week to get the chance to explore. Despite it being a Saturday and one of the student bodies free days, she was still wearing the school uniform; navy vest, white button up shirt, the schools distinctive red tie, red, green and yellow plaid navy skirt, white knee high socks, and a pair of sensible black shoes that crunched the stones of the gravel pathway. Her waist length orange hair was done up with a clip that held the mass on the back of her head, spilling over either side in a cascade of glimmering strands while her mothers hair clips where safely tucked away in her dorm room. Quietly she hummed to herself as she ventured deeper into the forest, the canopy becoming thicker, which deepened the shade cast by the trees. She continued forward oblivious as to where her feet were carrying her as she began day dreaming about being on a grand adventure somewhere...never realizing that eyes where watching her...

Slimer was lost in wonderful anticipated thoughts of the day to come, if he proved lucky in his hunt, as he traveled through the woods moving invisibly just along side the path. The demon was roughly six and a half feet tall, walked on his four legs, two facing forward and two facing backwards, which allowed for uncanny speed when needed. Under his short spiky brown hair, his two gleaming green eyes stared out, his slightly pointed ears picking up a crunching of the gravel a little ways ahead. Pausing off to the side behind a tree, his heavily muscled body would have gleamed from a slight sweat, wearing nothing more than a loin cloth around his trim waist, except he was using his light blurring invisibility. This allowed him to remain invisible when still, but while moving a keen eye would see a blurring of a form if they were watching carefully and knew what to look for.

His tail hover along behind and above his head. It was one of his main weapons capable of filling the two foot wide appendage with green slime that when release would cover his preys hair delivering chemicals straight into their system. After five minutes severe relaxation set in completely making muscle movement next to impossible, even speech became challenging. The other effects included a heightened sense of touch many times over normal levels and a building need for orgasmic relief. Depending on how much it covered the victims hair it would last up to thrity minutes.

Waiting patiently behind the tree he waited for the approach of hopefully a suitable victim...

The young woman was fighting a losing battle against her bangs as she tried to keep them tucked behind her ears, though without her hair clips, it was a fruitless effort that resulted in her simply resorting to blowing it out of her face and giggling as it tickled her nose. As she finally gave up on her hair, her fingers began to idly play with the charms on her bracelet, a few of them jingling together, though as she continued to walk farther along the path the sense that she was being watched weighed on her more "Hello...is anyone there?"

She suddenly felt a twinge of fear and silliness as she faced the forest and nervously began playing with her St. Catherine medal as she suddenly felt like returning to the dorms.

Slimer watched as the student approached along the pathway, the standard tight fitting uniform was a dead give away of her status on the island. He had never had the pleasure of laying his eyes on this beauty before. Her orange hair caught his eye first as she struggled to tame her bangs which seemed to fall out from behind her ear where she tucked them, the rest was pulled back into a clip at the back of her head. Her brown eyes looked down at a charm bracelet of sorts she played with nervously as she called out voice slightly quivering asking who was there. As she stood there she seemed to be deciding something, and as beautiful as the island was it could be an intimidating place with its lack of animal noises that would permeate a normal wooded area. Instead the silence was filled with a gentle breeze rolling through the air and the far off babbling of a brook up ahead.

Slimer's eye took in her beautiful face and let them roam over the rest of her form. She was of average height, slim build, breasts not too large or small, but just right. She had a great body that he was anxious to get to know, but figured he would follow the startled girl for awhile and play a couple games with her to get her juices flowing. Slimer waits to see if she will bravely continue on or if her bracelet will give her an innate sense that she should return the way she has come. Either way Slimer decided he must have the beautiful girl and in his mind her fate had been decided. Unfortunately for the young woman, she had no clue of whose attention she had caught...

The red haired student swallowed as she weighed her options and finally settled on exploring a little further since there were sounded like there was a stream or brook up ahead.
The feeling that eyes were following her was more intense now as she headed towards the sound of the babbling brook, wondering if there was any kind of dangerous animals on the grounds though that would have been something that would have been covered in the orientation meeting. Though as she walked the lack of animal sound was a little unnerving and aadded to the general creppy vibe that she was feeling. Suddenly the sound of a snapping tree branch caused her to jump and shriek as she held her hands close to her mouth, peering about before noticing that her foot was planted firmly on the culprit stick. The young woman laughed and shook her head as her heart continued to beat a mile a minute in her chest.

"Great work Makeda...freak yourself out so bad you can't even appreciate the scenery." She berated as she continued on down the path and came to a small foot bridge that ran over a wide, shallow stream that glistened enticingly in the sunlight.

Makeda ran up to the bank and sat down, taking off her shoes and her stockings as she placed her feet in the cool water and relaxed a little, letting the peaceful area take away a some of the uneasiness that the forest and draped across her.

Slimer followed shortly behind her as she snapped the twig, he froze making sure the light blurring around his form left him unseen as she paniced and looked around for the source of the noice before realizing that in was in fact herself. Slimer listens to her chide herself revealing the lovely name Makeda. The demon almost chuckled at her own silliness. She proceeded on toward the babbling brook and decided to seat her lovely form on its grassy bank, her short plaid skirt barely covering her backside as she seated herself. The shallow stream was perhaps a couple feet deep and had a calming effect as the soothing babbling joined the breeze in whispering along in a soft joyous chorus.

Slimer watched as the orange haired beauty set in to relax . First she removed the bland school issued shoes and followed with the clingy stockings and set them down not far from where she sat. He took a minute to enjoy the sight of her smooth young legs as she dipped heer tiny feet and ankles in the gently flowing waters. She seemed to be content enjoying the sights of the calm waters flowing on its infinite course, the smells of the clean water and pine scented air, and the sounds of the gentle cool tropic breeze and gurgling of water.

Moving closer behind her he stops a few feet away, his massive form still hidden from sight, he decides to ruin the idealic scene and get her heart pumping a little faster. First things first though, he slips a tentacle forward and silently retreives her stockings slipping them behind a tree provided shade overhead. Depositing around the broad backside of the tree, he then snags each shoe from where it lie in the soft grasses and repeated hiding them behind the broad trunk. His.mission to hinder a speedy escape completed and add to her paranoia he began to slink a tentacle down along the grass behind and to the right of them. Finding a fist sized rock, he shoots the tentacle up snapping a small protruding branch an inch thick causing a loud crack and launched the rock into the stream a few feet in front of her causing a small splash. Waiting to see her reaction, he silently whispers I'm coming for you... hoping his voice carries to her ears on the soft breeze, and waits to see her reaction.

The serene calm that Makeda had been able to find for just brief moment was shattered by snapping branch and something rather large splashing into the water near her. Her heart followed her body as she jumped up, placing her hand near her throat as she stifle a terrified squeak upon hearing the whispering voice. Looking around, the young girl is further unsettled to find her shoes and stockings missing from where she had laid them. Suddenly the nature excursion is becoming less of the perfect daydream and turning quickly into a horrifying nightmare. She slowly backs away from where she was sitting as her primal fight or flight response takes over and sends her fleeing in her bare feet into the forest beyond, ignoring the carefully manicured pathway to plunge head long into the surrounding foliage.

As she is running, feeling the terror building to a fevered pitch in her veins, her barely takes note of the braces and thorns grasping at her clothes, ripping her skirt up along the side, revealing more of her milky thigh while her shirt buttons are popped off to grant a peak at the mouth watering mounds hidden within and restrained by the simple pink bra beneath. She doesn't know if something is following her, all she knows is that she has to get away before it catches her...though she isn't sure what it will do to her if it does catch her.

The serene calm that Makeda had been able to find for just brief moment was shattered by snapping branch and something rather large splashing into the water near her. Her heart followed her body as she jumped up, placing her hand near her throat as she stifle a terrified squeak upon hearing the whispering voice. Looking around, the young girl is further unsettled to find her shoes and stockings missing from where she had laid them. Suddenly the nature excursion is becoming less of the perfect daydream and turning quickly into a horrifying nightmare. She slowly backs away from where she was sitting as her primal fight or flight response takes over and sends her fleeing in her bare feet into the forest beyond, ignoring the carefully manicured pathway to plunge head long into the surrounding foliage.

As she is running, feeling the terror building to a fevered pitch in her veins, her barely takes note of the braces and thorns grasping at her clothes, ripping her skirt up along the side, revealing more of her milky thigh while her shirt buttons are popped off to grant a peak at the mouth watering mounds hidden within and restrained by the simple pink bra beneath. She doesn't know if something is following her, all she knows is that she has to get away before it catches her...though she isn't sure what it will do to her if it does catch her.

The demon watches as the surprise activity has its intended effects. The splash seemed to set her over the edge, or possibly it was the missing clothing, either way Slimer watches as she bolts in a panic. Avoiding the clear path she insyead heads for the underbrush where thorns and branches begin the work of removing her skimpy outfit one shred at a time. Aroused by the chase, Slimer sets off in pursuit hungrily anticipating what was to come if, no better he think more optimistically, when he caught her. Her panic had her taking the difficult path and as he set off in pursuit he wondered if silently stalking would get her juices pumping more or simply careening through the underbrush. Intent on catching the girl, he figured the latter would build more terror and set off headlong after her the ruckous of his pursuit loud in the empty woods.

Unless she happened to make it all the way to the dorms he was content on using the building panic for her to make a mistake. Not far behind he watched her red hair billow out behind her as he chased, an easy visual in the green forest to track.

The branches shredded her skirt sides where the clothing snagged revealing her lovely thighs and backside to the horny demon. Her pace was frantic as he slowly closed the distance to less than ten feet behind her. He waited for the right moment to pause, and when it came the time would be right....

Makeda could feel her heart racing, panic building and narrowing her vision as she focused on running straight ahead and a part of her cursed silently that she had allowed her fear to force her into bolting straight into the underbrush. She stumbled a few times but managed to right herself quickly enough that whatever was behind her didn't have a change to capitalize on her loss of footing, her heart felt like it was jammed hard into her throat as it seemed to want to escape from whatever this unseen thing was even more than she did. She swallowed hard against the feeling as she steeled herself on the way forward.

The part of the forest she found herself dashing through was a dark tangle of vines and roots, limbs seemed to reach down, trying to capture or ensnare her as if they were part of whatever the beast that was chasing her was. Her vision was blurred by the fearful tears that rimmed her eyes, she blinked them away and tried to steel herself, to find a way to escape.

The demon crashed through the underbrush of the dense forest. His predatory genes had been aroused by the pursuit of his pray. His pulse raced as he closed in on his vulnerable and alone target. He could hear her harsh breaths and soft sobs as she ran for her life. Dodging left and right he made his way around the young trees, light filtering harshly through the canopy. She ran, and he chased.

Soon they reached a particularly thick growth of low slung branches and entangling roots underfoot. The demon was forced to slow his pursuit slightly rather than trip over the growth. The loud harsh snapping and cracks of the branches would follow her as the distance between hunter and elusive prey narrowed ever further.

Makeda. Makeda, you are MINE! The demons voice bellows out not far behind her, her name spoken softly at first, his haunting voice ending in almost a roar as he followed her orange haired form. Makeda I'm coming for you. He saw her glancing about, looking for safety, yet she was miles from the dorms. Her shapely legs shone brightly in the filtered light as she ran. Soon she would be his for the taking. His camouflaged form blurred the light around him as he chased, leaving just a blur of horror for her imagination to fill.

He readied his tentacles to shoot out and ensnare her when the right moment comes, but it had not happened quite yet. So he waited to secure his lovely treat, thrilled by the chase.