Another night on Shokushu's campus, and another alien creature out looking for prey. The tiny lizard-like Quen was creeping through the dorms, looking for the perfect student to feed from. Someone he could toy with and drive to the edge of pleasure and fear....

The faint scent of emotion caught his attention, wafting out from underneath a closed door. Quen quickly followed the trail, slipping into the room. An average example of the dorm rooms, and one girl in the bed at the corner. Quen silently reached out to take a look at the girl's- Saira's mind....

In sleep, there are dreams. Saira's were filled with familiar faces, unfamiliar ones, and... other things entirely. Whether it was pastiches of monsters from the island patched together, or complex mythological narratives that remained in her head even after she went to sleep, Saira's dreamscape was one fraught with confused symbols and just the slightest sense of stark terror. This was what Quen first surveyed.

But yes, she was in her bed, in reality. In a simple white nightgown, silky and modest, her black hair draped across the pillow in a wide field, as she laid her head on the bed... unaware of the intruder.

Quen's tongue flicked out as he tasted the emotions flowing through Saira's sleeping mind. A very tasty dish indeed. Confusion was alright in a pinch but the undercurrent of terror was the true gourmet treat. The girl would provide him with an excellent feast. To begin with, the dream would need some modifications....

The alien;s mental power tapped into Saira's unconscious and molded the dream like a sculptor shaping clay. The stray parodies of the monsters she'd encountered flowed together into one imposing form, and Saira would find her head foggy and her body frozen, unable to turn and run as it stalked gradually toward her.

Foggy as dreams were, Saira knew what dread was - and what could evoke it. Memories of creatures mixed, as some kind of almost inconceivable monstrosity of hulking flesh, tentacles, and all sorts of other ferocious and naughty appendages moved towards her. But yet... like in many nightmares, she was unable to move, unable to act. Violet eyes stared up in shock, in horror - this, this she hadn't even imagined, and it looked like it was going to hurt!

In fact, the darker-skinned girl's imagination finished the job that Quen had started, slowly but surely giving the beast a darker cast, making its appendages and protrusions seem harder, longer, and... somehow even more unfriendly-looking. Saira was left on a sandstone floor, backed up against a wall in her overcoat, pants, and blouse - travelling gear she was so familiar with that it followed her into her dreams - waiting fearfully for the thing to move in!

Quen beamed and began to feast on Saira's newfound horror. This girl's imagination was a wonder indeed. She had taken the half-defined monster he'd created and turned it into a masterpiece. He had originally intended to shift her out of this dream before it reached, but instead he decided he'd just watch and eat for a time before the second phase.

In her mind, the creature stalked forward on legs the size of tree trunks. Clawed tentacles with rough textured skin lashed out at her, tearing at her travelling clothes and leaving wide gashes that exposed that lovely dark skin. Surprisingly thought, the claws stung but did not cut Saira's skin, leaving only the faintest bruises. As her clothes were shredded to bits, two more tentacles wrapped around her wrists and began to lift her up, sliding her up the wall until even her toes no longer touched the ground.

Though at this point, Saira had only experienced two out of the many monsters she would eventually... She cried out in fear all the same. For more disturbing than weakness, than knowing the fate the creature had in mind for her? Was that this was familiar. It terrified the Egyptian girl that she could expect this to happen more than once, maybe even often. Like a never-ending torture.

Saira's voice wavered, and a slight tear rolled down her cheek. This... for being the ultimate collection of what she so far feared, for being empowered by a force beyond to be even more terrifying, she could not hold her composure. Her arms and legs flailed in a desperate attempt to get free! And an attempt... probably was all it would be. It had her tight!

Saira fought the monster with all her strength but there was no effect. Her legs kicked ineffectivly in the air until the creature wrapped tentacles around her ankles, lifting her legs up and spreading them wide, almost wide enough to hurt. The rest of the tentacles stripped away what few scraps of clothes that were left leaving Saira completely naked and held against the stone wall.

"That's it...." the creature hissed, the first actual words spoken in the dream. "Cry. Scream. Fear me. This is only the beginning...." A new tentacle emerged, larger the rest and tipped not with a claw but with an unmistakable phallus. The thick length of the tentacle traced a rough path over Saira's stomach, then up to slide between her breasts and brush its tip against her lips....

...Lips Saira bit in her attempt to prevent it from going in. She was already terrified, but now it was going to try to have its way with her! Still, the tickle of the tentacle against her stomach, the uneasy feeling of it pushing through her breasts...

It made her feel sick.

Saira didn't want to get any pleasure from this. In fact, the sheer fact that it felt good on her body was scaring her even now. She didn't want to enjoy this. She felt like she was already becoming familiar with the sensation of something stroking her, thrusting itself into sensitive parts of her body... but... yet... it was terror mixed with lust. Tears fell, as she became even more afraid of what all of these rapes might turn her into. The dream seemed to have retained some symbolic value to her, twisted though it was.

Quen fed happily off of the roiling emotions rolling through Saira's sleeping mind. Her fear, her lust, a hint of self-hatred... She was simply delicious. Curling up on the pillow next to her head, the little monster made a slight change to the creature in her dream....

The tentacle pressed against Saira's closed mouth, gentle at first but with increasing force, and some invisible force prevented her from merely turning her head. If she continued to resist, she would probably end up with bruised lips. The rest of the tentacle began to slowly undulate against her body, rubbing between her breasts and over her body. And all the while the monster taunted her in its gravelly voice. "See how you betray yourself.... you can't let yourself want this, but you do. See what you're already becoming...."

It... of course. It knew her thoughts - it had to. Even Kouzakai, who she knew wasn't some kind of freaky psychic thing, could guess. But... as horrible as it made her feel... bloodied, bruised and broken lips wouldn't feel that much better. With a deep, frustrated sigh, she gave in, allowing it to slip into her mouth. It wasn't pleasant the last time this happened to her - and it wasn't pleasant now. And the undulations made her shudder - loathe to admit, but slightly in pleasure, too.

She wanted to scream, or argue against the thing, but she didn't know how. And now, with her mouth plugged up by the long phallic tentacle, she wasn't able to, either. She shook, wishing it would just end, that she'd just black out and it'd be done. This was... terrible humiliation...

The beast was done taunting for now. It concentrated on using its captive. The tentacle's cock head plunged into Saira's warm wet mouth. Slowly at first, just a few inches. Then deeper and faster, until it was truly fucking her mouth and she was having to struggle for breath. Down below The lower section of it ground against her pussy, sliding between her lower lips and rubbing back and forth against her clit. Saira would feel the pleasure rising up in her- amplified by Quen's power and greater than she'd felt before.

The feeling of the tentacle going deeper and deeper into her mouth had, at first, only one effect. It cause Saira to gag, to hesitate and squirm from the lingering terror. But when the lower part rubbed along her folds, moved to her clit... and when it felt THAT good? She shuddered suddenly, and just as the tentacle reached its farthest?

Saira unconsciously licked along its length, attempted to pleasure it. A sudden spike of lustful want, muffled moans of pleasure - all of this, and more. A few tears began to flow even as her eyes began to roll backwards. It felt good...

...But it felt wrong.

(ugh, sorry I took so long to reply to this! Quen's still hard to write and this year's been hell of busy. should be more on top of things now though!)

The tentacle sped up now, thrusting harder and faster into Saira's mouth as she licked at it and moaned around it. The creature's other tentacles, the ones that weren't holding her limbs in place, stroked all over her bare skin and left trails of hot sensations wherever they touched her. From the tips of her breasts down to her toes they left no spot untouched. And as Saira bucked with pleasure, the tentacle in her mouth finally gave in. It thrust itself in as far as it could go and spurted streaks of cum into her mouth and throat. Then one final spurt as it withdrew splattered across her face and the tops of her breasts.

But there was no pause. Even after coming the tentacle was still hard and ready for more. It twisted away from her and curled down to her pussy, wherethe base of it had been rubbing against her before. The head pressed against her folds and prepared to penetrate her. "Are you ready?" the creature before her whispered.

She felt hot, warm... strange. Saira knew that somehow she was liking this, even if she very much didn't want to. It was... it was disturbing! But at the same time, she couldn't help but quiver and moan at the pleasure she was feeling. But the cum that sprayed into her mouth made the girl gag for a second, before slowly - unpleasantly - gulping it down.

She felt dirty... and then... it asked... no. She shook her head no, gurgled slightly with the cum, but nightmares being what they are? Her shakes were too weak to recognize and no words came out. In response Saira's whole body tensed up in fearful anticipation...

Saira's weak attempt to deny it went unseen and ignored by the monster. In one swift smooth motion the tentacle plunged deep into her sex, bottoming out with a small stab of pain that was far overwhelmed by pleasure. Quen sent a powerful surge of stimulation into Saira's pleasure center, intending to carry her instantly over the edge into orgasm. The climax spiked and flowed through every part of her body-

And then with a jolt, reality returned. Saira found herself back in bed, soaked with sweat and almost sticking to her nightgown. A nightmare... A simple nightmare, and nothing more. Or so it seemed at least. The room seemed darker than usual.... But that could easily be chalked up to an overactive imagination. Right?

Quen slipped underneath the bed, unnoticed. Now for phase two to begin. As soon as the girl had calmed down from the first nightmare, he would call upon his illusion....