"Ahh! Ohh... nnnhhh... n-no... st-stop... aahh... AAHHH!"

Tiffany bolted upright in bed... jolted awake yet again by the recurring nightmare... sweating, moaning... she hated this weird feeling of being both terrified and oddly aroused... her nipples hard and tingling and the throbbing, moist heat pulsing between her legs despite the fear coursing through her...

It had only been a few days since she had arrived here at her new school. The school nurse and her staff had told her that she had fallen and hit her head. That she had been safely in bed and resting under the care of the school medical staff. They told her that her memory of running through the woods... of being chased by that... that thing... was just a dream. No doubt brought on by the stress of moving away to an all girl academy...

But it didn't feel like a dream... it was too vivid... too real...

It was a memory... wasn't it? Tiffany felt like she was losing her mind. Every night she was haunted by images of sex and violence. And where was her blouse?? The blouse she had been wearing when she got here? In her mind she could remember it being torn off... now it was missing?

Tiffany wasn't sure exactly what was going on here, but she couldn't just let it go. She knew she wasn't crazy... and if she was, then she needed to know it. She dragged herself out of bed and got dressed... maybe a little walk down by the docks where they had come in would turn something up...

Donning a pair of tennis shoes instead of her normal expensive heels... just in case she needed to run... Tiffany emptied out the contents of her designer leather shoulder bag. She would need some kind of weapon in case she ran into that thing again, but she couldn't just go walking around in broad daylight holding something dangerous in her hand...

After a bit of sneaking around, Tiffany managed to pilfer a heavy brass candlestick from an end table near the library that would make a decent club and large kitchen knife from the wash basin of the cafeteria. With such limited options, they would have to do. So, with her makeshift weapons safely hidden in her bag, Tiffany made her way down to the spot where she first set foot on the island.

As might have been expected... nothing seemed obviously amiss. With some trepidation, the blonde student looked at the line of trees where a narrow wooded area began. A brief image of herself running between trees... panting and frightened... flashed through her mind and her blood went suddenly cold. She thought about just going back to the campus, but...

NO! She had to know if she was losing her mind or if... if...

...there really were some kind of supernatural creatures here...

Mustering her resolve, Tiffany took a deep breath...

...and stepped into the trees...

Kakumaoh hadn’t really expected to encounter anyone when he went to the woods near the pier; it wasn’t a place students tended to go, and there wasn’t a new plane due for a few days. Even so, a student did show up, seeming somewhat ill-at-ease and apparently... looking for something, maybe? He was sure that he’d seen the blonde before, and equally sure that he hadn’t properly introduced himself to her yet.

As he watched from his hiding place among the trees, it took only a bit of thought to remember: she’d been one of the more promising-looking arrivals in a group not that long ago; he’d considered following her right then, but had decided to go after one of the others who’d left sooner instead. Well, he could make up for that now, although he’d have to cross some open space to get her unless...

Wait, was she actually...?

Yes, she was definitely coming into the forest. Well, this was convenient; not only would he be able to catch her easily, he could play with her a bit beforehand. Maybe stalk her for a while, making the occasional ‘accidental’ noise so she knew there was something there that she couldn’t see, before revealing himself for a short chase (or fight, but she didn’t look the type) before the main event.

Tiffany moved as quietly as she could, making her way slowly around the trees and through the shallow drift of fallen leaves that littered the ground. Now that she was actually here, she thought again about just turning around and going back. If there WAS something out here... if she wasn't crazy... and she actually ran into it... what then??

Was she seriously going to try and fight some sort of otherworldly creature with a candlestick and a kitchen knife? Somehow, that didn't seem like a very smart plan...

Looking back over her shoulder, Tiffany could see she was sufficiently hidden by the trees to arm herself. She pulled her "weapons" out of her bag and looked at them.

"This is crazy, Tif..." she thought to herself.

"What are you doing out here?"

Still, she HAD to know. She had to. She didn't really expect (or want) to find any sort of monstrous being... part of her still believed that maybe she really WAS crazy... but if she could find something... like her missing blouse... or tracks... something... then she would know.

Still, it was probably best to be cautious. Weapons in hand and moving as quietly as she was able, Tiffany crept deeper into the woods, her eyes scanning the ground and trees, looking for signs of anything familiar.

The girl paused to get some things from her bag before continuing on. While it was hard to see exactly what they were, the way she held them suggested some sort of weapons. Improvised, no doubt, and no danger to me unless she gets lucky and hits an eye. He dismissed the possibility with a quiet snort. Not likely, since I know she has them and she’s likely to aim for my chest first. Still, the fact she felt the need for weapons suggested that he probably wasn’t going to be the one to introduce her to the nature of this place. Not a big deal; he hadn’t really expected to be after this much time.

As she went deeper into the forest, he shadowed her movements walking alongside the trail. Despite his size, he was able to move remarkably quietly, the sound of his passage not really noticeable over that of the wind in the trees. He didn’t want her to think she was alone here, though, so he waited until her gaze shifted to the far side of the path, then stepped on a small branch lying on the forest floor. It broke with a sharp snap, and he waited for her reaction, ready to duck a little deeper into the woods if she came to investigate the noise, to give chase if she fled, or to carry on as he had been if she didn’t do anything that required he change his course of action.

" Oh my God... this is so dumb..." Tiffany thought as she made her way deeper into the wood.

Even though there was no one around to witness her idiotic expedition, she was nevertheless embarrassed and a little ashamed of herself.

There are no such thing as monsters.

It was a fact she had known since she was like 7 years old. She had hit her head and had a nightmare. A vivid and recurring nightmare to be sure, but still just a nightmare. She should go back to campus. There was nothing to find out here. Noth...

CRACK!

Tiffany jumped at the sudden noise behind her and spun around. Her eyes, wide and frightened, darted back and forth among the trees looking for the source.

Nothing... maybe a dead branch just fell... maybe...

She stood still, afraid to make any noise in the dead, dry leaves beneath her feet and peered into the trees searching for any signs of what had made the sound.

As he’d expected, the girl jumped at the sound before peering into the forest in search of the source of the sound. He made sure to keep a tree between them, his abilities thus insuring she wouldn’t find that source until he let her. The question was when. Right now, while she was still on edge, would lose some of the effect; on the other hand, if she was this nervous, messing with her like this would take far too long if he kept it up.

He soon decided on his next move, waiting until she seemed to relax somewhat. It was then, when she’d probably convinced herself that there was nothing there, that he stepped out onto the path. He made no effort to hide the crunch of dead leaves underfoot, making sure she’d notice him. A wolfish grin crossed his features as he took a step towards her, red eyes glinting and all four arms ready as he waited to see what she’d do.

Tiffany finally decided she was losing it... jumping at noises that were probably made by a squirrel or a bird.

Squirrels... how horrifying!

She decided to head back and see if maybe the school provided someone she could talk to about her problem when a new sound reached her ears... footsteps in the dry leaves.

"Not a squirrel..." she thought as she spun toward the sound.

The thing coming toward her wasn't familiar. It wasn't what she saw before, but it was no less terrible. Fear hit her like a bucket of icy water. The 3-eyed, 4-armed, wolf-headed apparition strode forward... and it was... grinning? It was grinning at her...

"N-no... n-not real... you c-can't be real..."

Tiffany was paralyzed with fear, the makeshift weapons in her hands all but forgotten.

"N-not real..."

She tried to convince herself it was just in her mind... but as it closed the distance between them... grinning at her... Tiffany screamed...

Kakumaoh resisted the temptation to make a comment at her denials of his existence, silently closing the gap on the fear-frozen student. Once he was close enough, he reached out to grab her wrists, seeking to deprive her of her weapons before she recovered enough to try to use them. With his other hands, he grabbed her hips, slipping them under her skirt and roughly fondling her ass as he pulled her towards himself. He licked his lips as he eyed her body, her fear only enhancing his lust.

Tiffany thrashed and twisted in the monster's grip and kicked at his legs in a desperate effort to break free. This wasn't the thing she remembered from her "dream." This thing was bigger and more dangerous looking... more... predatory...

Two of its hands had already taken hold of her wrists making it all but impossible to club at it or stab it. Her only option was kicking and screaming.

"Let... let me go! You're... not real... you're not real..."

As if saying it would make it true...

Neither her kicks nor her screams bothered him in the slightest; the former weren't strong enough to be more than a minor nuisance, and no-one was likely to hear the latter. Her attempts to deny his existence drew a chuckle from him, though. "Oh? Then you don't have to worry about what I'll do to you." His grin shifted to a toothy leer as he spoke.

He lifted her arms over her head, bringing them together so that he could hold both wrists in one hand. Once he'd freed up one of his hands, he worked to disarm her; while her 'weapons' weren't a real threat to him, they could become annoying later. That done, he'd toss them aside and pull her against him, his hard shaft pressing against her through his loincloth and her clothes.

Tiffany's eyes widened in fear as the thing pulled her close against its body. She could feel something long and hard pressing against her through her clothes and the dirty rag that hung from the monster's waist.

"Big... God it's BIG... like another arm...", she thought, the horrifying realization of what the creature's intentions were suddenly dawning on her shocked mind.

"N-no! St-stop it! Let go of me!"

Tiffany's thrashing became more frantic in her panic...

"No," he said in response to her pleas. He took a firmer grip on her ass and moved his free hand to her back before lifting her up so that she was face to face with him. Releasing her wrists, he attempted to unbutton her blouse although the task was difficult with only one hand; unless she stopped struggling, he would quickly give up the attempt and simply rip the garment open. At the same time, he ran his tongue up the side of her neck, stopping right below her ear.

No matter how she squirmed and twisted, Tiffany could not break free of the creature's grip... he was too strong. She realized he could probably easily overpower her with two arms... with four... it was impossible...

She shuddered with revulsion as the monster's tongue licked at the side her of her neck. Tiffany realized something odd about this thing... for one, it could talk. And it spoke English. How was that possible? It's mouth looked incapable of anything other than growls. Also, was it trying to unbutton her blouse? Why didn't it just rip it off if it was just an animalistic beast? Either it was more intelligent than it looked, or it really was some sort of manifestation of her own insanity. In either case... maybe she could reason with it...

"W-wait... don't do this... what... what are you?"

The girl's struggles lessened enough that Kakumaoh didn't feel any need to tear off her blouse. Instead, he moved one hand from her ass so he could actually manage the buttons. Slowly, he got them open, exposing her flesh to his lewd gaze.

In response to her question, he hissed in her ear, "Your kind have called me many things. Demon, devil, ogre, oni… Take your pick." He didn't say anything in reply to her request, but made his answer clear by moving one hand to roughly fondle her breast.