Slimer had been busy watching the girls basketball team practicing the gym. A taller student had caught eye, she was almost six feet tall. She had striking orange hair and seemed to be newer at the campus. He started watching her and after practice she seemed to be the last one leave usually, forced to pick up after everyone, Slimer assumed because she was newer. *She would be perfect for my corruption* Slimer thought to himself.

After a few days he learned her name was Melanie and she seemed kind of distracted. Today would be the day Slimer decides, as she once again is putting the balls onto a rack as the other students began showering and changing some already even leaving. *Should be very simple* Slimer thinks to himself. Little did he know today was going to be one of those days.

Melanie placed the last of the basketballs back onto their rack, barely feeling fatigued by the day's exercise. Really, this Gym class had left much to be wished for. All the girls here were so... frail in comparison, like they hadn't had to work out a single day of their lives. Melanie sighed as she looked to the clock. The next class wouldn't arrive for another half an hour. Might as well use the time. Melanie picked up the basketball she'd just put away, and, after a second's thought, began dribbling to the hoop, shooting the ball and running back to catch it.

Slimer slips.down invisibly and locks the double doors enterance so they would be undisturbed. He watches as she sinks bucket after bucket and runs to retreive each of her shots in between and is truely impressed by her athleticism. Her body was beyond firm to toned and Slimer could help but admire the way her muscles moved. She was tall and her green eyes set off her orange hair perfectly. As he was absorbed in watching her tight ass a ball came flying off the rim, her first miss but slimer was too absorbed the view of each squat and launch, her firm arms extending. As he stood at half court invisibly watching her from behind, the ball hit off the front of rim and launch straight to where his green eyes watched her.

It struck him square between the eyes and bounced foward, while gets knocked back on his four legs a couple steps. Ouch, what the f.... Slimer is dazed as he loses focus appearing to sight at half court.

"Huh," Melanie huffed as she ran over to the ball. Normally, it would've bounced further down the court. Instead, it bounced back towards Melanie. Must've been quite a bit of spin on the ball. Melanie dribbled it twice to check if there was a problem with the air, but finding nothing particularly wrong, she ran back to the hoop to shoot some more.

It definitely beat practice with THOSE girls.

Slimer stands there as the oblivious girl grabs the ball, tests the air level with a couple bounces, and returns to shooting hoops. Umm excuse me 4 legged multi-tentacle demon here, I do hope your ball is ok but that hit me square in the face. You that doesn't feel the greatest, Slimer says as she goes in for a lay up. He stands there four legs, two appearing backwards to human standards, four waving tentacles and giant tail hanging behind him. His face red with the basketball tread fully visible to sight and a little ticked off.

Umm excuse me, Demon here! Slimer shouts finally getting her attention.

Melanie caught the ball as it bounced on the ground, her eyes opening wide with a mixture of disbelief and fear as the demon reveals itself. Then she narrowed her eyes as she took the being's full countenance to bear.
"Well, you have my sincere apologies. I was unaware that there was a DEMON right behind me while I was shooting a basketball. Then again... what exactly were you doing there? " Her grip tightened around the Basketball. It had already proven to an effective weapon on this creature.

Well I appreciate your so heartfelt apology, why not put that awful thing down and we can talk about it. Lets just say Im here on pleasure and getting a little business done, if you know what i mean, Slimer winks, grins goofy and mskes a crude thrusting gesture with his hips.

So why fight these feelings our crazy bodies give us? Come and give your favorite demon a hug! Slimer leers at the orange haired girl and walks towards her with arms out to the side looking to give her a groping hug.

Melanie responded in the most appropriate method she could conceive. She shunted the basketball into the monster's face.
"Sorry. Not in the mood for a rape scene."
Melanie caught the ball as it hit the monster's face, followed by the floor, her eyes scanning for any violent reactions.

As the ball bouces off Slimer's forehead it, knocks him for a loop causing a semi bump, to turn into slight head trauma. As the hardwood floor jumped up to meet his chin, Slimer couldn't help but think, gonna be another one of those days. he breathes deeply for a good few seconds, counting the 3 spinning orange haired students, wondering shere the othere two came from. Gathering his wits, what few he had, he launches a dreary tentacle at each of the three girls.

Missing all three he can't help but wonder what the hell is going on? Finally the images coelecse ibto one girl. That hurt girl, would you wanna do a thing like that?

Melanie dodged the tentacles by stepping to the side, her basketball kept in her hands, the grandoise weapon that it was. She ran straight for the changing room. If there was still somebody inside, then she may get this monster in trouble yet. Luckily, the monster wasn't up there on the IQ scale, but Mel doubted that it would take her abuse much longer. She barged into the room, keeping an eye on the monster, wondering if it would follow.

Dazed and still stumbling as he made his feet finally, all 4 of them, slimer begins lumbering after her, his normally keen demon mind addled from slight head trauma. Suddenly a giant row of basketballs jumped in front of his path, those evil basketballs, atrailing behind the dastardly floor only slightly, as said floor meets Slimers forehead and he crumples. Crawling along after the three fleeing orange haired girls. If he hadn't barred the locker room door earlier, she might decide to reject his advances and leave! "The nerve of the girl," Slimer thinks.

Finally making his feet again he sets off into the locker room and shower after the fleeing girl. Hold up, I didn't even catch your name? Slimer shouts after her disappearing tight shorts.

Like hell I'm telling that... THING, Melanie thought as she tried to open the locker room. Finding it barred, Melanie was left with nothing better to do than curse and kick the door, rattling it to its hinges. She turned around looking for another way out. But the creature was starting to regain its senses. Just... great...
As the thing advanced, Melanie considered the other doors of the Gym. Most likely, the creature had seen it fit to bar those too. Melanie shifted slightly, her fight or flight reflex acting up, though she still her trusty basketball with her. The only thing left to do was to keep on trying the doors and beating the creature to a pulp.

Slimer watched as she tried to open the double doors and discovered her futility in doing so. Slimer watches as she holds the evil basketball. He still reels slightly but decides he has had enough of the orange pain.

Put the basketball down or else... Slimer says hefting a ball in each tentacle threatening to sling all four.

He waives them menacingly in each tendril...

"Or else what? Its a basketball. You toss, I catch. That's how you play the game," Melanie grinned cheekily. "Besides, if you toss all four at the same time, wouldn't they bounce off each other long before they reached me?"
This monster was surprisingly simple to deal with.
Moron.

Slimer hears her words but ignores them, he decides to launch all four towards the cornered student holding her ball. As he slings them he asks,How are you gonna catch with your hands full?

Two balls collide in mid-air sending one off accelerating towards the side wall and one tumbling away from the student. The other two fly at high speed directly at the student's head and stomach...

The ball the ricochetted bounces off the wall and amgles back hitting hapless Slimer square in the ribs, maybe he should have listened after all?