Allirabeth was hesitant to leave her bags outside unattended, because even thought the sun was setting, there were still a few people walking around outside. Truly at this point she was too tired to be bothered, so she left the two small, but heavy bags at the bottom of the stairs. She walked up and entered the building. Opening the main door, Allirabeth saw the small sign, "Office", above a door across the hall. She walked over and entered it.

"Hello, how may I help you?", a small stern looking woman said from the other side of the counter. "I'm Allirabeth. The new student, from Lebanon. I just arrived, and I need to know where my dorm room is, and how to get there", I said, like she should know who I was. How many Lebanese students do they have here after all. "Well dear, I'm sure you're quite tired from your long journey here, but lose your tone with me, please. Belligerence is not tolerated here. As for your dorm room, sign here, and I'll get your key and a copy of the dorm Rules & Regulations. Read it soon, including the Dormitory Safety section. You'll now need to go across the courtyard to the large building, that's the dorms and sign-in there also. I'll call ahead so they know you're coming. Oh, you're in room 421, welcome to Shokushu Allirabeth. You are quite a pretty girl by the way." "Ah, thank you", I replied a little nicer now. The compliment softened my mood. Taking the key and all the paperwork, I turning to head to the dorms.

"Welcome to Shokushu Dormitories Allirabeth", the enthusiastic student greeted me. "Hi", I replied. "Your in room 421, on the 4th floor, the elevators are just down the hall on the right, and everything you'll need including your new uniforms are all in your room. Sorry you missed dinner, but if you get hungry there is a vending machine at the end of every hall. Breakfast is from 6am-8am, but that's all in your packet", she said so perky and fast, I think I caught half of it. "Thank you", I said smiling. It was hard not to smile at such a bubbly girl.

I again picked up my bags and passing all the smiling polite girls along the way, made it to the elevator. Stepping off the elevator, I realized how calm and quiet it was. Unlike the lobby, the 4th floor was not full of people. The sign on the wall in front of me read, 400-415 with an arrow pointing left, and 416-430 with an arrow pointing right. I saw 416 on the right side of the hall, and 417 on the left as I walked. "419, 421", I sighed. Sticking the key in the hole, I had to wiggle it and give it a hard push in to get it to turn, "Uuugh, this day sucks, I can't wait for it to be over", I said out loud as the door finally opened. I took two steps inside, dropped my bags, took a deep breath in while closing my eyes, and exhaled slowly letting all the air out of my lungs. I then slowly opened my eyes, started breathing normally again, and pushed the door closed with my foot.

Kraytirous knew it had been too good to be true. He'd finally managed to find an empty resting place, with enough access to the student body to make it worth resting in, and now they'd assigned it to someone. The little blob gurgled softly in annoyance, its one crimson eye glancing down at the door curiously. It had compressed itself into one of the corners of the ceiling, right beside the door, to get a good view of the person whom was to trespass on his home. He'd made the lock difficult on purpose, to ensure that it would cause a bit of a ruckus should anyone attempt to enter. A few curious girls had and he'd sent them screaming back out. This one, on the other hand, was different. When she entered the sunlight seemed to melt against her rather then simply strike her and bounce off. Her skin had a creamy, caramel texture to it that enticed the little blob into curiosity. He slithered against the crevice where wall met ceiling, moving about the room, glancing down at her as she seemed to try to get a feel for the room.

Kraytirous thought quickly about where to confront the student. She'd already closed the door and had unwittingly locked it. The door locked automatically when it was shut, yet another painfully long modification to make, but it served the blob's purpose.The room was one big central living and bed room, with a bed just large enough for two people, a television and a bookcase. It had a small table set aside and a desk against the wall opposite the bed. The window shone the glorious, orange light from the sunset across the room, being right over the head of the bed. The blob chose that exact place to hide, sliding itself down the wall and beneath the bed as soon as the student's attention was elsewhere. He gurgled excitedly and bid his time, his crimson eye glancing at the girl hungrily from beneath the bed. His eye shifted to the right, watching the door to the bathroom and then to the left, the door to the kitchen. This room was relatively small compared to the others, made for one person to live in it rather then two, like most of the other dorms. It was probably only temporary until they found her a roommate.

“I’m here now, so I guess I should get settled”, I said glancing around the room. It smelled like no one had lived there in a while, maybe that’s why the hall was so empty, they put me on the empty floor, “that’s fine”, I mumbled. There was a beautiful glow from the sunset, changing the color of everything in the room, even the air. It made me think of home, and my eyes became glossy. “Stop it Allirabeth”, I said to myself sternly, putting my bags on the bed. I looked around to find a place to put my clothes. There was a very small dresser next to the desk. Panties went in the top drawer, socks and bras too. I had to turn my bras sideways so they would fit in the very small drawer. “Uugh”, I said frustrated. My nightgowns and t-shirts in the next drawer, and sweats and jeans in the bottom. I didn’t bring all my shoes, but the 6 pairs I brought I set on the floor.

I wondered into the tiny bathroom, “not bad I guess”, I said looking at the decent sized vanity, nothing like my home, but whatever. While putting out the soap, shampoo, conditioner all I could think of was water on my body. Walking back towards the bed, I raised my hands over my head to pull off my tight purple t-shirt, then dropped it on the floor. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down the zipper to make it easier to slide them over my hips, and I let them drop to the floor completely as I stepped out one foot at a time. My tired arms reached around to my back to unhook my bra, which then dropped to the ground also, and lastly the matching black thong that had been gripping my hips and crouch all day was released to join the rest of the clothes.

I like the water steamy hot, and as it poured over my head and through my hair to my scalp, I thought nothing before had felt so amazing. Funny what a long crazy day will do to the senses. After all 34” of my hair was dripping wet, I began to rub the smooth soap along my shoulders, down to my chest, across my full breasts, down to my hips and backside, around to the front to glide over my soft pink lips between my legs, then down to my thighs, calves, and feet. As I stood back up the sprays of water bounced off my nipples drawing my attention. I put the soap down and proceeded in caressing my breasts. It felt so good rubbing the slick soap around my full tits, squeezing them from below and pushing upwards till my fingers tips reach my nipples. Gently pinching the tips aroused me, but I was too exhausted to do much more then that.

Soon the soap washed away, and it was time to get out. I grabbed the towel and dried off as I walked back towards the bed. My tits and backside giggled slightly when I walked, and I usually flaunted that fact in front of the boys. Shame there were no boys here to watch, I thought. I pulled my hair over my shoulder to my rest on my chest and out of the way as I flopped backwards on the mattress. “Ahh”, I yelped as the excess water drips splashed my stomach and face. I lay there still breathing heavy from the hot shower, just staring at the ceiling.

Kraytirous extended a tendril towards the door, following the woman into the bathroom with the curious little tentacle. He moved his eye through his bulk, leaving the majority of his body beneath the bed but squeezing his eye beneath the door and to the tip of his tentacle. He watched the girl as her flawless bottom protruded towards him when she bent over the bathtub, a soft gurgle of pleasure passing through his bulk as she entered the bathroom. Without any shape or form of decency, the blob's eye followed the girl, ducking underneath the shower curtain to watch her hands roam across her voracious curves. He saw the pinkish soap suds run across her body, he watched as her thighs parted ever so quickly to flash him a view of those tender, pink lips. Kraytirous could almost see that she was about to finish and retreated back into the bedroom. His main bulk had grown slightly as osmosis carried the water absorbed by his tendril into his body. A soft gurgle left the anxious blob, its tendrils extending and contracting out of view in expectancy. It felt the bed compress slightly as the woman's slight body pressed against the bed. A thought passed through Kraytirous' mind, an evil smile would have formed if the blob had had a mouth.

The little creature slithered out from beneath the bed, it was barely larger then the girl's head. It turned around, its one eye gazing up at the girl. A tendril slithered up the bed and gently poked her shoulder. When her attention was at last on him, he spoke in a deep, strangely cultured voice that came from no particular source. "Good afternoon, my dear. Might I ask what you're doing in my humble abode?"

My body went from completely relaxed and eyes beginning to drift, to being rigid and out stretched, instinctively grasping through thin air for something to pull me up off the bed and away from the thing that just touched my shoulder.

I thought I was completely alone, but I saw it, like a blob of slime, almost green in color. It moved on it’s own, and it spoke? I heard it, what ever it was, and within a second, blood-curdling screams poured from my mouth like in any horror show till my voice began to fail causing me to cough and gasp for air.

Now off the bed backing away from this creature, eyes wide open and fully awake, I tried to catch my breath.

"Sshh, shh, it's alright, calm down," Kraytirous cooed. The very same tendril that had poked her shoulder began to slowly caress her arm in the same sort of gesture someone trying to comfort her would. Her skin was smooth and flawless, the fact sending quivers through the blob. No one would hear her screams, the rooms were all sound proofed. But she didn't need to know that. The tendril left her arm and gently cupped her face, as if mocking a human hand in its actions. "I wish you no harm, I only want to know why you've come into my home. Not that I have anything against unexpected guests." The blob gurgled softly, in what may have been an imitation of a human chuckle. It slithered away and released her face, towards the kitchen. "You thirsty? Because I'm famished."

I was now, frozen in place as the ooze took form and touched me. Each stroke from the smooth matter seemed to calm me. By the time it touched my face, all panic had left, but I didn’t dare take my eyes off it. I’ve seen enough movies to know what happens when the girl decides to relax. I stayed on my guard while I watched it glide swiftly to the kitchen.

“I – I, am … yes, water”, I stammered through my sore and dry throat. My skin still tingled any place it touched me, as if it was still there. “I, am new. I, was given this room. I’m a student here”, I answered the previous question once it finally sunk in. Still cautious I asked, “I don’t understand, who are …, what are … you?” I said soft and hesitant, moving one step closer to the door.

Kraytirous was always entertained by the ignorance and innocence of the new blood at the school. It always pleased him to be the first to greet them, as this let him create the person's first impression of the monstrous inhabitants of the island. The creature didn't answer the girl's pressing question right away, instead he kept slithering to the kitchen. It slithered up to the sink and with a plathora of tendrils, he unhooked a pair of glasses, lowered them down to the sink, turned on the water and filled each. He didn't need to use a glass, but felt that it would be best so that he did not unnerve the fair skinned woman any more. He'd leave that part for later.

He waited patiently for her to join him and couldn't help but take in the beautiful curves of her body yet again. "My dear, I could be considered a few things," the blob began, its voice still retaining that strangely sophisticated tone. Her curiosity began to rub off on the slightly emphatic blob. "What would you answer if I asked you the very same question? Human, no doubt. Female. Ethnicity, perhaps, might you consider it a part of what you are. But then I'd ask you who you are, what defines you as an individual. Then you'd ramble on about the things that you like, the things that entertain you, displease you, irritate you and so forth." The blob's tendril reached out to the glass still on the counter and the water level dropped, while his own size slightly increased. "I could very much answer the same way, but where does that really get us?" It went quiet for a few moments, seeming to ponder his own question silently. "I suppose there is no getting around your question. I am a water-based life form, sort of like an amoeba, I believe you humans call them. I lack any real external structures aside from my membrane." It jiggled slightly to prove its point. "But I have found it quite interesting to get to really know my fellow inhabitants of this fair world." Another soundless slurp from the glass.

I wasn’t abandoning my pursuit to the door by receiving the glass of water poured for me, because the kitchen was kind of on the way. He, it, sounded intelligent, it sounded male. His voice was sort of distorted, but calm, soothing, and refined. Could even be sexy on a man. He didn’t seem dangerous, however I did notice a slight increase in size each time it, he, drank from the glass. If you could call it drinking, he seemed to almost absorb it, although remaining green, not turning clear or blue.

“If you drink enough water, will you eventually start to become clear, and will you get larger and larger the more you drink?” I asked inquisitively although assuming the answers to both would be "yes". Either way I felt it best to keep moving towards the door after taking a few drinks. “My throat, by the way is better now, thank you for the water.”

“You know, you mentioned something about this being your place, so maybe they will give me a different room. You can have this one back and I can get a new room without a mons …, without an amoeba, I think you said you are?”, I said in a calm, problem solving tone, then placing my hand on the door knob. It didn’t turn. I attempted to simply unlock it. It would not unlock. Upon trying the knob again, my heart remembered it’s pace from earlier, increased in rate. “Um, since this is “your place”, you wouldn’t know how to open the door by chance?” I questioned timidly and trying to maintain my composure .

Kraytirous' eye watched her as she bustled about, sipping water, her nude body swaying about. "Grow, yes. I won't change color, however. You see, it's not because of pigment within me that I'm this color, rather it's the pigment of my membrane." The blob finished 'sipping' the water, its size increasing to nearly the size of a basketball. It slithered down from the cabinet and slithered to the door, its tendril reaching out and failing to twist the nob. "Afraid not. I usually use the window to get in and out. Easier then slithering down the hall. Such tiring work. Speaking of tiring, maybe you should spend the night, it is getting late after all." It felt so strange yet somehow gratifying to Kraytirous to have someone on speaking terms with him at last. It had been long since conversation had graced him. He saw, however, in how the girl had bathed, in how she'd treated herself, that she had suppressed sexual tension.

His tendril reached up and wrapped around her wrist, gently tugging her to follow him. He would release that tension soon enough. The blob slithered towards the bed and bade the girl sit down. He slithered up the bed and prepared to hop onto her lap, its one bulbous eye gazing up into her face.

It was weird this blob of green … seems to have consciousness as it looked up at me … was talking to me … was now wrapped around my waist … and has managed to lure me back to the bed where I was earlier almost asleep. Yet still I was calm, and somehow felt comfortable enough to be sitting back down on the towel I fled moments ago in horror.

For the first time since I saw him, I realized I was fully naked, so I wrapped the towel around myself as best I could before he jumped and landed in my lap. Once more he startled me, but I didn’t jump up this time. It was more like being at a friend’s house and their puppy jumps in your lap unexpectedly. I reached to grab hold of him instinctively with my hands, while my face and upper body jerked back slightly.

Not really knowing what he would feel like, I was still surprised at the warmth that seemed to radiate from him. Again, any place he touched began to tingle, my waist, and now my hands and finger tips. My senses seem to be awakened, stimulated.

I yawned, and yawned again. My eyes hanging heavy, I leaned back onto my elbows, leaving the warm blob on the towel on my lap. “I am a bit tired, exhausted in fact after my long journey, but” … I paused, “I don’t know that I can just fall asleep here”, … I yawned, “like this, with you in the room, in my lap even? I don’t know about this.” I yawned again, causing my eyes to water slightly.

The blob seemed to gurgle happily, its mass warm if not slightly moist to the touch. When her hands touched him, it almost seemed to cuddle into them, seeking the feel of her skin. Then she brought up the topic of how awkward it would be to sleep with him in the room. Kraytirous' tendrils reached up and ran up her arms, slowly caressing the smooth skin, absorbing the moisture already on her slender limbs. "My dear, I promise you that going to bed in this room will be the most pleasant experience you've ever had." Before the woman could protest, those same tendrils ran across her shoulders, across her collar bone and then dipped down into the towel, brushing over the full breasts and the little nubs sitting atop them. It slithered up against her gut, pushing her unprepared body flat against the bed. He didn't bind her arms and legs quite yet, he didn't feel it would be necessary. Instead he wrapped two tendrils around her waist, holding himself down to stop her from pushing him off.

My verbal concern was met with a tactile response that made me moan softly, and close my eyes. It tantalized my skin with each stroke, causing gentle prickling in my shoulders that trickled to my collarbone, my breasts. My whole body relaxed completely, I started to feel the pleasure of it, becoming slightly aroused before drifting to sleep … I caught myself falling into what I dreamed was a web, and quickly opened my eyes. The blob of green warmth had lulled me almost to a seductive sleep. After being awake for 22 hours, I was easily, shall we say, influenced.

I tried to sit up, but for being so small he was resistant enough sprawled across my stomach and chest to prevent me from sitting up easily. He had also wrapped himself around my waist when I drifted off, but it concerned me now. I reached down to try to remove him. “No, you need to get off of me now”, I said with a groggy but intentional tone. “You feel really nice, but …” pulling on his tendrils.

The groggy tone of her voice only served to arouse the blob onwards, its tendrils unrelenting in their onslaught. He took no heed of her words, two more tendrils sprouting from his body and running across her sides. They slithered their way down to where her hips flared and then back up. Upon arrival on the upper-most part of her towel, they wriggled their way into it and began to unwrap it from around her body. "I pride myself on being able to please my company," the blob cooed, its tendrils undoing the towel from the top down to the woman's breasts. He slithered his body further up her body, the bottom of her bust pressing against his body. In this new position, the two tendrils curled around her chest began to knead and squeeze the now revealed cleavage. The blob itself finished undoing her towel, laying it aside, leaving her completely nude before him yet again.

My moans of pleasure, contradicted my hands still pulling on the same tendrils as they moved upward, but they didn't give in to me. My eyes closed again, drunk with sensation. There was no pain only pleasure, and I had a hard time not giving into it completely. My flesh wanted to submit to this, but my mind fought against it.

"Please ... please", I whispered while my breasts were manipulated to mold to his will. "Don't, please ... you ... can't. Mmmm....", I half heartedly protested.

I tried to get up again, pushing my revealed body against this little blob of tentacles. I've been groped by a boy or two back home, but never like this, and never for long. I knew not where this was leading, and any of my fears were starting to drown in my lust.

Every new tendril that seemed to emerge intensified my feelings, and it seemed the onset might never end. Will the pleasure turn to torture? Would the humid substance turn deadly? Those fleeting questions left my mind as quickly as they appeared with the arrival of a new green appendage.