Xenoanthropological Officer N!xao Cangelosi, original resident blob of Shokushu Labs, had been busy. With the newest batch of students going off to the ADD and another group of fresh specimens coming in, it had become dangerously behind in his Syndicate's "bag and tag" program.

Since last summer, 52% of the females had been properly caught and marked with the hypertechnological nanite dye which tracked their movement and activities. With the new group of students entering, the number would go down to under 50%. The last time it did that eight years ago, there was a formal inquiry and a right good tongue thrashing from his Antarean superior and accusations of 'fraternizing' with his experimental group. How ABSURD. He would never be so unprofessional! True, there were some girls she had to conduct multiple testings on, but it's not like he enjoyed it. It was all business, and all the moaning and squirming were just side benefits.

Even so, best not to risk another write-up again. Off he went to the dorms. It knew there were still some upperclassmen that still needed a proper poking...or two.

(OOC note: Open to students who have yet to be caught by Cangly.)

“Urgh!” Bria shock her head as she pressed away from the desk in her room. She was drawing a blank, here she was at the climax of the scene where the monster struck and all she could think about was sex, about the creature snaring the heroine and simply fucking her senseless.

“Oh man, to close to home ...” She closed her notebook as she preferred to work in such a primitive fashion without using a computer and she stood, stretched and left her room going down the hall and downstairs to the vending machine.

Stupid machine wouldn't take her card that would deduct points off of her meal plan. When it finally took it dispensed the wrong candy bar and she sighed shaking her head and taking the bar. Not exactly what she wanted but she didn't want to be at a school where rape occurred often enough. Were her letters getting through? The ones she received often ignored her questions entirely or mentioned she was just home sick and the feelings would pass. What she wouldn't do to hear a familiar voice ...

The blob dropped down into Bria's room from the vent where it was hiding with a splat. Slowly reforming and giving itself a shake, it slowly slid forward, yellow eyestalks looking around the room. Seemed nice enough, quite a feminine theme, maybe a bit European. Always a delicacy in his records. It chitters, moving around, quick to slide behind dressers and beds. No telling when the occupant will be coming back from her break.

It stops, looking on one of the dressers, noticing Bria's family photo. The blob just...stares. Family was indeed a strong binder for many of these females, reminders of a past time, good or bad. Nostalgia is a good distraction from the everyday tasks on campus.

Footsteps! Cangelosi zips off onto the bed, under the pillows, eyes kept to the door.

Stupid key card locks, it takes her three times before she realizes that the card was being put in the wrong way. Her and cards today. She tosses the card on the top of her dresser, pause to look at the photo when the family was on vacation in the Alps then plopped back down into the seat at the desk.

“AHHH!” She munches a little on her candy bar and scribbles a little though she thinks she's alone, her roommate was still going to be another hour or two and she can't help it, a hand slipping beneath her skirt another groping her breast after unfastening a few buttons, her hand slides beneath her simple cotton bra as she gropes herself, a finger against her clit rubbing it.

“OH! AHHH! OH Fuck!” Unaware that there is anyone around and aroused at the scene she was writing despite how close it all was to home the Tramp could not help it. She began thinking about the other girls in her troop, Astrid and Yukari were probably an item … she had to get a girlfriend and thought about Fen again.

Those yellowish eyes blink as they look up from the pillows. How curious, this girl so feverishly pleasuring herself for...what exactly? Inspiration ? Poor Bria trying to rub away her frustration. It gives a small chitter before checking itself, zipping under the pillows again. Oh dear, he hoped the student didn't hear THAT!

Nope, she was oblivious as an orgasm hit and she panted there for a long moment as she just sat their, her hands sweeping away from herself as she baths in the luxurious nature of her own after glow. When she does begin to move again she taps the notebook then shuts it figuring there was mo way she was going to get anything finished today.

Next she finishes off the half eaten candy bar before heading to the shower after getting out some bedclothes, a huge XL yellow shirt and pink bra and panties.

Brushing her teeth first she strips, naked as she buts her dirty cloths in the hamper before slipping into the shower, a cold one, to help take her heated mind away from matters.

Still keeping quiet, the blob slides off the bed, a tentacle drawing up to lift up Bria's used panties, examining them, then drawing the garment into its form, dissolving, analyzing. Indeed, the girl was feeling a bit of frustration. That's always helpful in his taggings. Cangly slides slowly into the bathroom, eyestalks looking around the corner.

Oooh! An idea! The alien quickly spots the towel. Quickly, as Bria's head is turned, it slides onto the rack, dissolving the towel, taking its place. It would probably be a little bit more fluffy than usual, but let's hope the girl doesn't notice.

Eventually the shower is turned off halting the flow of water. Dripping in the shower she reaches out to the towel rack, water in her eyes she does not see the difference and makes a grab for the towel that she brings to her face dabbing him there as she seeks to dry herself off there.

Paying no mind to the fact that the towel is a bit more fluffier she begins dabbing it down her right arm then the left without knowing any better, that her guest was right their being rubbed up against nipples that were still slightly erect though the main show would be as she “flossed” between her thighs, that wet snatch still aroused within that narrow, hardly used passage of hers, Her clit still a hard little pebble, apparently the shower doing little in quenching all of her sexual desires despite already seeing to her own needs not all that long ago.

She shivered a little, still feeling a little sensitive down there as she shivered, the thoughts of that scene she was writing filled her head, the scene that was swiftly shaping up as an erotic one. Perhaps she would write two versions of it just to get it out of her head, that was probably the only way it was going to work … a short story capturing the scene as the beast, the werewolf, was revealed to be the best friend … after the short story she could carry along with how she intended to write it. No doubt she was going to have some rather interesting dreams tonight being so riled up ...

As Bria begins to dry herself off, the fluffiness seems to wick away the moisture, no problem. The closer it got to the erogenous zones, it seemed to...catch, pausing to press against those nipples, feeling like kisses, or licks from a giant tongue. The shivering gave way to the towel to slowly wrap about her body at its own volition, that crotch rubbed, as if like a third hand, tickling the overstimulated sex, constricting slightly like a boa, creating a lovely bit of friction, waiting to see how long the girl will catch on...

When it came to her breasts Bria feels it's all in her over sexed imagination as she begins to thick over the werewolf saving her lead character, her peaks still hard as the towel passes over them. Feeling what seem to be licks though her mind, focused on the story though she towels off further, at first her mind not picking up on anything, not until she moans as the feel traces over her, that felt like a hand sweeping against her though it is the slight constriction that snaps her eyes opened.

“OH FUCK!” She drops the towel instinctively shuffling back as her bare back pressed against the wall of the shower in a surge of fright as if a creepy bug landed on her suddenly without warning …

Her eyes going wide, she does not recognize the linen as her's, her eyes wide staring down at it as she makes to the sliding door of the shower without bothering to turn that water off at all ...

The towel wriggles, reforming slowly, slowly, into the shaggy werewolf, eight feet tall with gnashing jaws, bristling fur, bloodshot eyes, and an ill-hidden erection. The clawed hand pushes out to Bria, scratching along the glass of the shower door, sliding down to her shoulder, pulling her forward, grasping the frightened girl, her bared buttocks gripped as she can feel the soft tongue along her ear. "What's the matter, morsel? I thought you needed inspiration...."

The towel reshapes alarmingly fast. She slides the door part way open only to have it closed as she is overpowered. A towel now a … she's pulled back, her nostrils filled with the scent of wet dog … a werwolf! This was some sort of shape shifter she imagined though in such a menacing state her fear spiked and she wrestles against that grasp as terrorized as every.

“NOOOOOO!!! LET ME GO!” She struggles but it does no good, she is weaker then the average girl given her narcoleptic condition the European was sheltered a lot. Suffice it to say, she has less than a chance than anyone else and given that they had no chance at all that wasn't saying much.

Still frantically she tried seeing that she was in such a contained space it was hopeless! He already had a hold of her and her mind spikes with that realization that she's about to be his plaything.

Her ass grabbed, that tongue against her ear forces her to shiver as she feels his breath upon her. A hand on her ass, he makes his intentions perfectly clear ti her ...

Cangelosi did some background checking on human mythology while he had been in the library. The concept of animal-human hybrids was always interesting to him, a bipedal being possessing the feral attributes of some sort of mammal archetype, like cat, wolf, bear, platypus, what have you. Probably stemmed from early encounters with unknown creatures or humans with bad hygiene habits. Anyways, it's probably a good thing he's in the shower.

The huge phallus presses between Bria's thighs, her buttocks pressed to the glass, the beast supporting her as the tongue starts to work along her neck and throat, keeping the girl arched, making sure she hides nothing as he takes a deep whiff of her hair. "Mmmm...you's gonna be my Red Riding Hood, eh? Yum yum...what nice firm breasts you have..."

Turned about she comes face to face with her tormentor, the werewolf from the story … dark brown fur matted down by the running water but more of an issue was that massive cock that was working between her thighs.

“”NOOOO! NOOOO! NOOOO!” She screams out a denial as he pounds fists against a muscular chest but it's useless, her blows were hard pressed to drive flies away, eyes wide and caught in a constant state of denial, she refuses to look, to look at the member that is such a threat to her. It was big, how big she didn't want to know. She only wanted, needed, to get out of here at this very moment.

The tongue licks slowly along the side of Bria's cheek, skin beading with her sweat and shower water. The clawed fingers trace down her navel, along her pinkened sex. An unclawed digit draws into her, feeling her petals, still licking, that comically large shaft still wedged between her legs...almost the same place as her story. As the palm makes contact against her clit, she could feel...strangely calming down, as if this was one of her dreams. Yes...that's it. It HAS to be.