She had always hated it, being told she couldn't or rather shouldn't do the most routine things that had been so typical of other girls her age. She and been out walking, at least she could still do that without anyone causing a fuss. Swimming, climbing, both were far too dangerous for the girl is she should be hit suddenly with one of her spells.

In fact she had one slumping over and dreaming. Damn her narcolepsy. What was worse was the sleep paralysis that followed. When she woke she could not move and had horrible delusions, today was a giant red raptor that had been about to tare into her before fading into nothingness as control came back to her limbs. She shuddered at the delusion as she had pushed herself up.

Signing, she cast her gaze to the heavens as she pushed herself back up, shaking her head from side to side.

Time for a snack, she needed a second for her nerves to clear and got the bag of cookies out from her book bag.

Classes were over for the evening so she had on a pair of blue shorts and a pink, sleeveless t-shirt. She had her book bag though she wasn't tooting books today, well she had a note book which she took out along with a pencil as she sketched this portion of the island as she nibbled on the cookies she had brought washing them down with the bottled water.

She had been unaware of the island residents other than the ghost she encountered twice now so she did not know there had been more of them out there at the moment. She had not believed in ghosts until recently but one spirit on this island … well, that was not unusual, right?

She mulled it over in her head as she took another sip of her water before turning back to her sketch.

It was the pink that attracted his attention, a faint dot of irregular color far below. Marlin, floating above the culumus level, turned from his unhurried orbit of the campus to focus upon the student. A younger girl, surrounded by personal effects out in the open. Evidently, a new student, if that behavior was any indication - few did so in this place, knowing about its accompanying population of intruders. He wasn't particularly hungry, but he wasn't one to pass up a free gift like this. The slime banked in the air, reorienting itself towards the ground, and began to stoop.

From the ground it would have resembled nothing more than a very slight gleam at the quarter-mile height that Marlin preferred to remain at; a twinkle of light at midday, as the sunlight reflected off his form mid-dive: an arrowhead of gel piercing through the air, with catching claws stretched out behind, as it fell towards its target from above.

The impact followed a split second later, as a silvery blur swept through the girl's improvised campsite, the windtrail blasting her various possessions away as Marlin tried to simply absorb her mid-dive into his gelatinous mass, swooping barely an inch above the ground in a wide body-catching net.

At first she had not noticed anything amiss. She nibbled on a cookie and reflected on things. She nearly slipped off again but managed to catch herself. She was getting better at shrugging off some of her condition before it fully grabbed hold of her and the suffered from the sleep paralysis.

For once she wanted to do things like a normal person, she wanted to go swimming or rock climbing but that was far too dangerous for her. When she finished the first cookie she noticed the silvery object and while curious she just assumed that this had been a jet or a plane.

No, not a jet, there was no trailing line of smoke, a plane … she had not found out how impossible that was though she went back to eating another cookie. When she looked back as there was nothing else to focus her attention on, her eyes grew wide.

“Shit!”

It was coming in and while it was no plane she didn't have time to really process what it was. At the last moment she tried to dive away as her limbs were frozen for a second like a dear locked in headlights but she was snagged, caught up and drawn away with incredible speed.

"EEEPPPPPP!”

Brown eyes going wide as the ground melts away from her and she feels the rush of cold wiping wind against her.

A clean dive; the girl hadn't even thought to dodge, frozen by either fear or confusion. The force of the dive had driven her halfway into the goopy mass of Marlin's form, embedded up to the waist in gelatinous fluid, and she bobbed in place with each gee of acceleration they gained as he retook to the skies, soaring away from the now-abandoned sketchbook and cookies, left sitting desolately behind.

The slime's exterior was curiously warm, an unbelievably slick surface that slid past the touch without even the suggestion of texture, too smooth to get a grip upon. It was like swimming in syrup, a zero-g vat of goop, each push of limb only serving to spin her in place rather than provide any actual leverage. The slime had soaked her clothes through on touch, rendering them wet and clinging, worthless as insulation of any kind; and with the swiftly increasing altitude, that would become a concern, as the ambient temperature around dropped precipitously. Marlin tasted the air - sixty degrees farenheit at the moment - and decided that it wouldn't do to have his prey catch hypothermia.

Near his unlucky victim's feet, a whirlpool of suction began, drawing her inexorably deeper into the protoplasmid. In comparison to the chilly, dry air of the atmosphere, his interior past the flight film was cool to the touch, but no more so than a swimming pool, and quite wet.

Let me go! That would be rather foolish seeing that if, by some chance it did comply she would simply plummet to her death. She struggled against the goop though trying to adjust her position. It was warm and syrupy and sucking her deeper inside it despite her struggles. She was not very strong though and only found that she was being drawn into this warmth, it was as if it were consuming her and she was unaware what it would do to her once she was fully encased inside it.

“NOOOOOO! DON'T EAT ME!”

It was the first thing that popped into the mind of the young girl. What was this hing? She had met a ghost here twice, apparently there were other dangers here on the island that she might not live long enough to discover as she whimpered and thrashed trying to keep herself from sinking further but doing a terrible job at that.

The slime rumbled in response, a subsonic tremor like a train passing underfoot, but didn't bother to vocalize; that effort that was rarely worthwhile, as a humanoid larynx took concentration to form and hold. Instead, it pulled her down to shoulder-depth in its own mass, and, deeming that adequate, went to work.

Instead, the goo outlined Bria's form and began to solidify, growing dense enough to tug on the irritating clothing in the way; the shirt, thin and easy to tear, went first as tendrils sank their way up through the sleeve and yanked hard, tearing it down the shoulder seams. It still floated loosely about her form, but was hardly an obstruction, as the slime clamped about her upper body. Explorative rasps, soft and bulbous, studded with sensory knots, brushed against her ribcage, chest, shoulders; exploring the opened skin.

The shorts were made of tougher material, and though similar vines of dense goo wormed their way into the fabric, they couldn't break it - that required a level of physical strength beyond what such a protean form could provide. Instead, the lengths snaked down back out of her shorts, wound about her thighs, and pulled them tight together, binding them.

Bria went wide eyed as she whimpered out. She had honestly thought that it all ended here. She did not know what this creature was that assailed her then and there. Her shirt torn and drawn down a bit, she did not know it the goop was trying to tare her garments away or if she were still on terrafirma with this being just another of her vivid dreams she could only hope as her head tosses back and forth.

Her legs pressed together

Bria squirms, tears glistening on her cheeks as this has to be the end and fighting back has become ineffective. She tries to work herself free but even if she manages she has no real hope of surviving this as wing whips through her hair.

With the young girl's legs bound together, Marlin found the next step easier; secreting a bit of his flight film, he oozed it down behind the hem of her shorts. Warm and frictionless, it made a perfect lubricant. Every kick and thrash started to slip the shorts a little lower as their grip on her waist failed, until they finally fell down about her thighs. The panties beneath were not nearly so easy to slide free, but the slime could afford a moment for its tools to go to work. Even now they were soaked through by the gelatinous mess, with a pair of prehensile appendages attempting to get a grip on that last barrier: one was plucking at Bria's lower back, trying to get under the clinging edge, and the other roughly wormed up between her legs, grinding against her core and ineffectually attempting to muscle aside the cloth.

The slime grumbled in annoyance again, a reverberating rumble that vibrated through the entire creature's mass. Clothing had always been an issue for him during hunts. It'd help if he had fingers or manipulators like most solid beings, but that really wasn't in the cards.

The syrup-like substance was warm but it was no burning her flesh yet at least and she found that appendages were attempting to remove her garments. The ghost induced dreams and even possessed her once but this was so bizarre, so different as she shift and squirmed fighting a useless battle as her shorts.

She doubted that this thing could understand her though it seemed obvious what it was trying to do. Tears spilled down her cheeks, she whimpered and closed her eyes squeezing them tight.

“I'll take them off if you don't kill me ...” really there would be nothing stopping him, it, whatever once her clothes were out of the way any way but she hardly expected a response her words automatic and spoken barely higher than a whisper. No doubt it would eventually get her panties off soon enough.

The slime darkened in irritation. If he had intended to kill the girl he would have just dropped her and picked up the remains afterward. He was taking care to not submerge her head at least - humans didn't breathe the rich, soupy mess of Navim biology well at all. If that's what she wanted to do to reassure herself, then he'd allow it.

Clenching slightly, Marlin constructed a facsimile of a throat behind Bria's head (girls who witnessed his piecemeal formation of physique rarely reacted positively to it), and leant it forward, until warm, slick "lips" brushed against her ear, allowing him to use the minimal volume necessary to conserve energy. YOU MAY, it uttered, each syllable carefully enunciated in a rippling undertone, the entire slime vibrating slightly with each phoneme. DEATH IS NOT YOUR FATE.

Curious as to if she would actually do this, the slime released its grip on the girl, the appendages disseminating back into diffuse fluid again, leaving her floating free in the center of the monster again. However, the rasps continued to taste her skin, gently brushing over skin with their pliable yet rough knots, dragging slowly across her body.

“Oh shit! Y-You can talk!” Her eyes widen in disbelief, she is shocked at first not expecting this her body freezes up for a moment.

Thank God it wasn't going to kill her. It would be far too easy for him, it sounded male so now it was a he, whether he was lying to her or not she was placed at ease. Her tears had dried up though her cheeks remained wet.

After the shock of her speaking to her wore off her arms moved through the warm syrup as he relaxes. She unbuttons and unzips the shorts moving them further down her legs and off her body then her saturated panties though she pauses for a moment not believing that she's doing this.

“My clothes are going to be OK, right?” Of course it does not matter if they are or aren't, not dying was on the top of her list so she drew the panties down her legs and getting rid of the material.

RARELY. Merlin acknowledges in his thunderous basso, then allows the throat to dissolve back into component proteins, as there's nothing left of significance to address. Her clothes he'll spit back up beside her if he remembers; it's not like he has any use for the plant weaves anyways.

He sets the shorts aside in a pressure pocket, isolated from the victim, and begins his prep work; the rasps, their work done, seperate into fibrous branches that settle lightly across her body, branching across it in veiny fashion. Ticklish and tentative, they search out and explore the divots of Bria's body: the hollows of her knees, her sides and navel, underarms, collarbone, and the curve of her rear. The ferns, so much like terrestrial kelp, pulsate and wave with the unknown pulse of the slime that controls them, a part of his body.

Below, Merlin expresses more of his flight film and liberally smears it over the schoolgirl's hips and between her legs, applied by the gently bobbing ferns in painter's strokes. They tease the lips of her sex apart and paint her within with the lubricant as well, readying Bria for the parts to follow.

She realizes what is to come, her heart beats heavily in her chest as it caresses her body with this warmth, exploring her in a fashion that she had not felt often. There was the ghost twice no, once was a dream, she had thought that he was a dream. When she encountered him again he had possessed her.

She had only one sexual experience before coming here and not many before this moment. Thus she felt the tingling sensations quicker as they swept over her.

She whimpers a little then gasps as she feels is lubrication rub against her, that felt surprisingly good. Fortunately it had not moved to hurt her so far unless you count her fright at being so high up but that did not seem to be what he was after as she feels him teasing over her. The feel of him is ticklish though forcing her to squirm a little in response.

“Not t-too rough, OK?” She was in no position to ask such things of course and he would do as he pleased, there was no preventing him especially now not that she could imagine there were any options open to her other than submission.

This latest request actively annoys Marlin; he dislikes conversing with fleshbags in the first place, let alone fulfilling requests from the limited meatsacks. Precisely out of spite, he decides not to be, as a slimy hand reaches up, grasps her hair, and then slowly twists, winding it about the currents of gel that compose the limb as it pushes down, bending the schoolgirl over in the gel until her chin rests upon the slick surface.

NEGATORY. Marlin booms, the voice echoing out around Bria, and then, using her hair as leverage, slides a thick protrusion of gel within her moist innards. It sits inside for a moment, hot, thick, and slick with flight film, before it pulsates and begins to inflate to match her capacity, slime pressurizing it inexorably.

The ferns continue their ticklish mapping of his victim's form, recording every physical feature and blemish, silently transferring the information to his neural web. If he continues long enough he will be able to recreate her form, a trick that has come in handy several times before.

“AHHH!” Her hair twisted and head pushed town, for a moment she thinks he is going to submerge her in that syrupy liquid but stops short from do as she pleads to herself ting so, her chin pressed against the substance to the point she is unaware if he intends to get her to dread that knowledge that he was going to do that and wanted the terror build a little or, well …

She whimpers, fresh tears forming up in her eyes as she anticipates the worst though she cannot stop herself from groaning out as he penetrates her, filling her with the warmth of his body swelling to the stage that she strains to contain him.

“UGH! TOO BIG!”

His touch still sweeping over her tingling flesh as tears roll down the sides of her face powerless to stop any of this.