It was already quite late when the sun completely dissappeared behind the distant horizon. But while the sun's face was no longer visible, its light was still faintly cast on Shokushu High School, shrouding the island in twilight. By now, most students were in their dorms, preparing to sleep; washing themselves or changing into their nightgowns. Toinette, however, was not like most students. And she didn't like them either. They were so brash; so direct. As convoluted as the upper class language she was raised with was, she still preferred it to the 'rudeness' of common folk. And since she was the only one of noble blood at Shokushu, she saw little choice other than to stick to herself, taking every opportunity to avoid serious contact. Right now, the only way to do that was to stay away from the facilities all together, taking refuge in nature. More specifically, the forest. Perhaps it was the dark and moody atmosphere that matched her spirits, perhaps it was the way it reminded her of the Ardennes where she grew up; but something drew her to the forest, where she could finally have some time alone.

It didn't take long before she was deep within the forest, as vegetation grouped closer and closer. It became harder and harder for her to walk decently, too; the path wasn't that unstable, but she was still wearing the evening gown she usually wore outside of class hours. And quite a beautiful gown it was; the dark blue satin fitted her like a mold, elegantly draping itself around her curves. A strapless, tightfitting bodice helped accentuate her form even more. A shame then that the skirt of her dress was already covered in so much dirt.

It was all a distant problem to Toinette though, who had brought with her a small trinket to keep her busy during her evening stroll; a digital thermometer. It was functional, but a lot bulkier than its professionally manefactured counterparts: whereas most thermometers were small and thin, her self-made construction was about 8 inches long, and 2 inches in diameter. Its metal surface was rough from being welded and rewelded several times. It wasn't completely welded shut; through a small opening, Toinette could still study its inner workings, poking around with the screwdriver she had also brought with her. And as she became more and more engrossed in her work, the paths took her deeper and deeper into the forest...

Slimer loved sunsets and particularly nights on the wonderful island. As the sun set he sat on a cliff with the waves crashing against the rocks below, observing the simple beauty that was timeless. This universe they inhabited was truely full of all manner of splendors. The island of Shokush in fact was full of unique splendors to be found no where else he had traveled. What made this paradise greater than any other was actually not the breathtaking vistas, or the balmy almost always perfect weather, or even is perfect location in the cosmos. What truely separately this retreat from any other was the game to be found.

While many being were driven to reproduce, the act of intercourse was pleasurable beyond almost any other sensation in higher intellect beings. Wierd twisted delights were to be found in the crude acts of sex. Some were simple sensations, while others were mentally based. Some involved humiliation, and breaking of anothers spirit. While yet others involved the intimacy found between true lovers.

This retreat was amazing in its fulfillment of the carnal desires of some of the most preverted beings from around the universe. To save the many humankind sacrificed some of their sweetest most ripe morsels, much like virgin sacrifices from their primative past.

Contemplating his good fortune he turned from the delightful scene and went on the hunt. Slipping invisible, the light blurred around his masive frame and he headed away from the rocky beach towards the woods as night fast encroached upon the tiny island.

"Merde," Toinette exclaimed as her screwdriver slipped, accidentally disconnecting one of the wires inside of the hefty thermometer. This wasn't so bad on its own: wires could easily be reconnected. But with this specific wire, most of the other technological innards would need to be rebooted or reconnected too. "I should really remember to solder those wires better..." she thought out loud as she pulled her attention away from her tiny project, looking for a place to sit down. While she preferred walking, she could carry out her work with far more care seated.

After a short search, she found a perfect spot: a collapsed tree, laying by the side of the road as if nature itself decided to make it a pic-nic spot. Though, of course, this was no pic-nic. As she sat down however, she was unpleasantly surprised to discover that the tree trunk was wet, most likely from recent rainfall. Personally, she didn't mind much - it was just a little water after all - but the lower back of her dress was now soaked, having quickly absorbed the moisture from the log. She could still work more carefully than before, but nevertheless she had to stop every few minutes to readjust how she was sitting or to shift her lace panties a bit, as the wet fabric was clinging uncomfortably to her round bottom.

Oh well. At least she could work alone and undisturbed...

The island was a place of contrasts, the darkest intentions haloing the purest of hearts. As much black desire attacked the white light, its shine never seemed to diminish. For one such bright spot, a malevolent force was about to test its sheen. Slimer strode quickly on his four legs silently stalking through the growth of the forest. He prowled the darkness wondering what splendor was to be found. His lust warring only with his imagination at what fulfillment of his desires would come as the sun made its farewell.
He strode quickly and with a purpose, his gleaming green, cat-like eyes scouring the fading light,

He ran a hand through from his brow up through his short spikey brown hair as he stopped to listen with his keen slightly point ears. Taking a deep breath of the unsullied air he catches a hint of a smell that didn't seem to blend with natural odors permeating the misplaced forest. A couple soft clinks of metal tapping against metal whispers along on the southern breeze, barely caught. Advancing along the path he can feel his anticipation growing, excitement for the unknown, all the while knowing what lay ahead, at least as far as what he intended for who he found.

As he neared a clearing, he slowed his pace, peering from behind a tree, wonder dancing through him at what he will find.

She had really underestimated the importance of the wire. Even after painstakingly reconnecting it and resetting all the internal chips, the thermometer still wasn't working right. No matter what she tried, after turning it on the display would simply read "00.00°" without anything happening. Then she realized something; she slipped her screwdriver pretty suddenly when she dislocated the wire. Perhaps something fell out of the opening? She knew from previous experience how easily broken machinery was: one missing connection and the entire thing would just stop functioning with no indication as to what caused it. Carefully, she put the cylindrical gadget down on the log beside her, making sure that it wouldn't roll off and become even more broken.

It was as she stood up that her wet bottom became really uncomfortable. It was doable while sitting down, but the cold wet fabric still clung close to her skin like a magnet, making walking an unpleasant business. She clasped the fabric and readjusted it slightly, hoping to make it more comfortable, but however much she moved the fabric, the cold sensation remained. "Eh bien, can't be helped," she said as she decided to leave the issue as it was. She had to find something amongst the wet, muddy, fallen leaves that covered the ground; a wire, a nut, a chip, it could be anything. At first she just stood near the log at the edge of the clearing, trying to spy for a glistening amongst the humus. It soon became apparent that this wasn't a sufficient searching method - she didn't see anything, as it was too dark for light to reflect off metal, and even then it could still be hidden beneath a stray leaf. She would have to go search up-close.

Precariously, she rested on her knees near the middle of the clearing, sullying her already dirty gown even more. Not that it mattered much; she could afford having it cleaned, or even buying a new one. She bended forward towards the ground, using her hands to sweep away dirt and leaves in search of the missing component. To her, this was simply the easiest way to look for things; unknowingly however, her bent over pose acted as an invitation to what lurked in the forest, the round contour of her curvaceous behind sticking out against the wooded backdrop of the forest. And bending over only stretched the wet fabric tighter, making her panties slightly visible as they were pressed between fabric and skin.

Slimer peeked and was rewarded with the strangest of sights he had yet to witness during his time at Shokushu. He rubbed his eye with his muscular forearm to be sure of exactly what he saw. It was a blond student wearing what appeared to be a form fitting, blue satin evening gown. She appeared to be ready for an elegant social setting and not a tromp through the woods. She apparently didn't care that she was sitting on a damp fallen log, interested more in a strange metallic cylinder that she was tinkering with.

Her dress accentuated her perfect chest and was strapless in nature, and as his eyes drifted down, it seemed to cling to her slim waist as she sat. After a few moments she began sinking to her knees in the clearing searching for something with her hands. She must be a new student unaware of the dangers prowling the darkness at night looking for morsels as lovely as herself. The wetness of the dress made her pert backside very apparent as she rested on hands and knees further soiling the elegant dress. He was unsure of her hair in more that it was blond in the fading light and hadn't happened to catch a glimpse of her face or eyes as she was faced away from him.

Slimer wondered if perhaps she wasn't new but simply dolled up and ready to be taken doggy-style and was presenting herself as such to any monsters. It was wishful thinking he knew but he was in such awe of her being hear almost as if out of a fantasy. What luck he must be having as his hunt had delivered his next victim in short order even if she seemed a little strange. Deciding to learn a little more about the exotic girl he watched and waited seeing what she was doing, planning the fun he had in mind for her. A little mind games would definitely be in order for one so strange...

After minutes of searching the spot where she had knelt, she still found nothing. Of course, that little spot wasn't the only thing there was to the clearing. She looked up, peering at the undisturbed dirt and leaves beyond the spot where she had searched. She pushed her hands down in the dirt to stand up, but hesitated when the earth gave way a bit too easily. It would be able to support her weight, yes, but her hands would have been covered almost entirely in mud, which would make continuing work on the thermometer a bit of a challenge. Carefully she stretched her arm over the muddy ground she had already searched, resting it on a more solid undisturbed spot on the ground. Her second arm followed, and she began crawling to another patch of ground she could search. It was a somewhat clumsy affair; the dress kept getting in the way of her own legs, making movement difficult.

Barely a few seconds later she already decided to give up. She was on more solid ground now anyway, so her hands could support her weight without sinking away into the ground. She almost lost her balance while doing so but eventually managed to get up, standing upright. She dusted some of the dirt of her dress - more a force of habit than anything else since it was covered in so much dirt already - and then sighed. It was getting late - most of the other students would probably already be sleeping right now. Perhaps it was time to head back? Contemplating the issue, she yawned, and stretched the length of her body to relieve her tired muscles. Now that her arms were covered in dirt, their muscles were a bit more visible than before; as she stretched her arms, they tensed and relaxed.

No, she eventually decided. She had already put some time into the thermometer; and not all of its parts had a spare replacement back in the dorms. Who knew how deep in the forest she was right now? It wasn't certain she could come back tomorrow to continue searching. She turned around, heading back to the log to grab the thermometer. If she rechecked all the components inside, perhaps she could deduce which component was missing. If she was lucky, perhaps it was one of the ones that she had replacement parts for. She grabbed the thermometer, holding it with care in her left hand, and was about to sit down again when she suddenly thought she heard something in the bushes - an animal? If wild animals roamed in this forest, which was likely the case, perhaps it was a good idea to head back home. It could have just been the wind though. She shrugged it off as just being her imagination, but nevertheless shuddered for one moment.

Deciding to move closer for a better view of the unusual student, he steps around the tree, his invisible form a blur, and approaches the student on her hands and knees through the underbrush. He keeps his eyes on her firm round backside as she enticingly has it presented in the air and the demon makes a mental note to have her repeat the performance when he is buried inside of her.

Her hands sink into the wet muddy loam as she searches for the missing peice, and the observing demon is more confused. Is she playing in the mud, he wonders? Moving closer he sees her gain her handhold on dry dirt and is able to regain her feet. Slimer watches as she returns to the wet log to begin reexamining the metallic device. Taking in her striking form as she stretches revealed toned arms he accidentally steps on a branch causing a snap and he freezes.

She seems somewhat confident that there is no impending danger, much to her own peril. Waiting a few moments he begins approaching closer. Only a few feet behind
and slightly off to her in the underbrush, he watches her form as she works more on thermometer. Deciding to get her juices running a little more he whispers invisibly through the darkness, I see you... his voice carrying softly on the gentle warm breeze. He waits to see her reaction, so far intrigued by her behavior.

She froze again for a split second. That was definitely not her imagination. She had heard a voice whisper on the wind. At first, she tried to shrug it off again, but she could no longer concentrate on her work. The voice had been too clear; there was no way it could have been the wind, or anything else. She wanted to work alone and undisturbed; she wasn't going to let some joker ruin her progress. She carefully put the thermometer back down again - the same spot she left it last time - but didn't get up yet. Instead, seated on the log, she yelled, hoping for a reply. "Qui était-ça? Is anyone there?"

As confident as she tried to present her yell though, inside, she was still becoming unsure. It was already quite late at night - and she had ventured pretty deep into the forest. Was it really just some guy trying to be funny? Perhaps it was a stalker. Her family, rich as they were, had been bothered by paparazzi before. Perhaps this one was just very thorough. But then, why would he draw attention to himself?

She lifted her still moist behind from the tree. She couldn't concentrate on her work anyway; she had to find whoever had dared to disturb her. Not only to teach him a lesson, but the mysterious voice had wakened her curiosity somewhat; who, did she wonder, would bother to come out into the forest this late? She took a few steps before hesitating. If there was really someone there, then she wouldn't be able to keep an eye on him at all times. And what if the person was ill intentioned? Maybe the reason she couldn't find the missing component was that the source of the whisper had taken it while she wasn't looking. And perhaps he would take her thermometer too while she was scouting the bushes. Distrustful, she turned around to grab the thermometer, but in doing so lost her attention on the surrounding area...

Slimer waited for her response to the whisper and it came in the form of a yell asking who was there. He would have applauded her bravery if it wasn't for the faint quivering of her voice. As he watched her she rose, her butt still being clung to by the damp fabric. As he admired her form, he knew she was beginning to wonder what in her right mind had her exploring a dark scary forest in the middle of the night. If she wasn't, he certainly was. Now that he had her slightly on edge, he figured it was as good a time as any to find out the answers to questions about his prey that plagued him.

She certainly was different from most the human women who when presented with a whisper, that was clearly not imagined, returned to the metallic object to protect it, only serving to raise his curiosity further. She was certain of a watcher, but placed the safety of her strange trinket over her own. Now he decided, he had to find out what was so important.

Moving into action as she focused on the trinket, he extended one of his tentacles from under his arm and snaked it around the edge of the clearing, rustling bushes as it went along her periphery. Snaking up a tree in front, and slightly to the right of her, it coiled a small branch snapping it and pulling it to the ground in a crash of wood and leaves. Quickly he retracted the tentacle in a blur, and hoping she focused on the fallen wood, stepped forward directly behind her. Readying himself, he leaped forward attempting to wrap her in his muscular arms as he also shot four tentacles seeking to wrap her limbs...

More snapping branches and falling wood caught her attention. Something was definitely in the forest. She opened her mouth, wanting to yell out a question one more time, but before she could even form a sentence in her head, she felt something wrap itself around her arms and legs. The yell, instead of a question, became a shriek. She tugged her arm, hoping that whatever was entangling her would give way, but the grasp was too strong. Her fear quickly turned into determination though. She had to get away from this... thing that was grabbing her. Or at least, she mentally added, discover what it was. She recalled no animals in the Ardennes with comparable tendrils; perhaps it was an animal native to the island? If she could just get away, she could scare it off and escape.

If only she knew what had really captured her. To Slimer, her struggle was little more than another display of her body, as she flexed and tensed her toned muscles making futile escape attempts. At this point, most of her ladylike aspects had worn off: her dress was almost entirely sullied from the search, her composure of calmness had made place for a determined aggression, and her still slender figure was being offset by her muscles. So far, the only thing left entirely undisturbed by the affair was her blonde hair; braided into a French twist on the back of her head, it was almost miraculously well preserved during the struggle. Keeping it there was a single hairpin; a possible weapon to use if she could break free, she reminded herself.

After several moments she gave up trying to break free from the tentacles tugging on her arms and legs. If she relaxed for a second, she reasoned, perhaps the animal would relax its grip too, after which she would be able to escape. She turned her head, hoping to catch a glimpse behind her of the creature, but couldn't get a clear look because of the darkness that had fallen over the forest. "Qu'est-ce que vous êtes..." she whispered to herself, wondering out loud what exactly was holding her.

She was wrapped in his tentacles rapidly, the distraction of the dropping branch providing the needed break in her searching concentration that he needed. A shriek filled the air and he drank in her panic as she struggle to escape the coiling members. Slimer appeared to sight behind her standing almost six and a half feet tall. He walked on four legs two appearing normal to humans while two bent their knees in an opposite direction. His bronzed body was extremely muscular, with arms the size of young tree trunks while his midsection was trimmed abs made up of rolling muscles.

He yanked her toned arms above her head with the cock tipped tentacles bringing her strange device up with them. As she wondered aloud what had grabbed her he felt obliged to answer,Hello my dear, what do we have hear? Simply moving the last couple feet behind her, he kept the restraining tendrils tight and reached up to see what was so prized that it occupied more of her mind than her own personal safety.

What is this thing? he asked as he slipped the device from her grasping hand. He stared at the strange object taking in the 00 display and could only wonder its purpose as he waited from an answer from the shocked girl who had relaxed a trifle.

Again she froze for a second when another realization hit her. Not only was the thing grabbing her not just an animal - it was the same voice that had called out to her before. And it definitely wasn't human either - that much was obvious. For a moment, she had almost lost her determination to escape, but she quickly regained it when she remembered something; all the ridiculous stories she had overheard back at school, about hideous creatures roaming the island, preying on schoolgirls for their own pleasure. That was it, she thought. It was probably just an elaborate prank they pulled on all the newcomers to scare them off.

"Ha, you won't fool me. Take that costume off," she said. Although she did her best to try laughing it off, her voice still slightly quivered. It all felt too strange to be just a prank. She was left no time to wonder though as whatever was holding her took the thermometer from her hand. She did her best to take it back, but the grip of the tentacle was too strong; and she couldn't move her arm far enough to grab it. "C'est... it's a thermometer. It doesn't really work, but it's just a thermometer," she replied to the question, hoping that it would let her go after that. At this point, she was simply biding her time, waiting for a chance to escape. Horrid thoughts of what it might do to her began to seep into her mind, inspired by the stories she had written off as fables before, but for the moment, she managed to subdue those thoughts. If she could just remain calm, she could take the next opportunity to get away.

Slimer felt her toned arms struggling against the looping restraints as he examined the strange device. By her laughter she must be new, or never have encountered one of the islands malicious citizens before, since she demands he take off his costume. She stops struggling and explains to the demon its purpose as a thermometer, but that it was working properly appeared to be clear.

Quite a clever construction, my dear. By the way may I have your name so I know how to address you he asks while studying her homemade thermometer with his calm low, rumbling voice. He looks up from a couple feet behind her admiring her tight behind, gripped by the wet satin. Leaning over by the log he sets it down and steps up directly behind her.

I have some good news and bad news, walking up and rubbing the back of his clawed hand down her slim face. With his next words his intentions are to drive more panic through the lovely student, the good news is that I like the thermometer and if you cooperate I shall return it to you. The bad news is that this is not a costume, or an elaborate prank... his hand continues down her slender neck towards her cleavage, you are simply mine to do with as I please until I tire of you...

It wasn't an animal. It wasn't human. It wasn't a costume. It wasn't a prank. It was a monster, like in the stories she'd heard. There would be no letting go. There would be no chance to escape, unless she created one. Her first thought was to increase her struggle against the immobilizing grasp of its tentacles, but then she remembered the supposed 'good news' the monster had told; that if she just cooperated, she would be able to get her thermometer back. Not terribly functional in the slightest, not even aesthetically pleasing; just an 8 inch long hunk of metal. Yet still, she did not want to part with it. She had put a lot of time, study and parts into it; it was one of the first machines she had made from scratch herself. At first, she relaxed, giving herself over to the strength of the monster. She closed her eyes, trying to just ignore the feeling. But when a clawed hand started sliding down her neck towards her voluptuous bust, she changed her mind.

She was a woman of the House of Mérode. A woman of noble blood! Sure, she had put a lot into that thermometer. But what about her dignity? What about her pride? She had promised herself that she would try to cross new boundaries away from her parents, but this was not one of the boundaries she intended. "Get off me, you freak!" With all of her might she tensed all the muscles she had, trying to pull her arms and legs free from their binds. At first, she almost gave up hope, as her tugging was to no avail. But then, a spot of hope: a chance. Her left arm wrestled itself free. As quickly as she could react, she launched her hand backwards toward her hair, pulling out the hairpin. The French twist loosened and fell, her long hair flowing down and covering her shoulders. She now had a weapon. She lunged it to the right, hoping to strike the tentacle holding her right arm.