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In a vast valley surrounded by white rocks on all side, countless monsters surrounded a single figure. There were demons, and there was a fox monk. The demons were the patriarchs of all demonic spawn. They were the most powerful of their kind, and he the most wise and powerful of his. He was no match for them in battle, but he knew that. They knew this, too, and thought he was here to end his life. He didn't plan on fighting them, though. His plan was much simpler.

As the legions rushed him, none noticed the lines in the dirt they crossed that glowed faintly. A giant tentacle erupted from a fleshy mass, aiming for his mouth to begin its defilement. It never touched him.

In a single word, he activated the penatgram. The world flashed a sickly green and bright black as the fabric of reality ripped asunder around him, sucking the demons into the maw of time itself. A moment later, the skies were blue and the grass was normal once again. The fox monk sighed in relief, then began the next stage of the plan.

The demons were only transported in time, not removed from it. But in the time they would be gone, his order would purge the land of their kind and train a generation of warriors so powerful that when the demons finally did come back, the universe would be free from them forevermore. He returned home and spoke of his victory to his superiors.

But time turns all to dust, even history. The tales became legends; the legends, myth. In a short thousand years, none believed the demons were any more than hallucinations and bogeymen made up by wives to scare their children into submission. None heeded the warnings left behind by the monk who tried to save his world.

Toramayo high school was built in a vast valley surrounded on all sides by white rocks. It was an old school, once used to house and train the monks. Nowadays, it was an all girls school with excellent teachers and staff. Then, one thousand one hundred and eleven years after the battle, its sky turned bright black.

In a flash, though, the sky returned to normal. The few who saw it shook their heads and rubbed their eyes, then dismissed it as a trick of the light. None could see the ephemeral forms of the demons descending upon the school. Each of them knew the truth in their bones- while they were away, all of their children were slain, slaughtered, and removed from existence. There was no family blood from which to draw power anymore. There was only what remained of them after languishing in a purgatory for over a thousand years.

Without a word, they descended on the school. Each had a single goal in mind: Restore themselves to their former power. Restore the number of children they once had.

Breed.

Akiko was a brown furred dog. She was on her way to the bathroom, playing hooky once again. The teachers expected it from her- she was one of the popular girls, one of those who could tease favors out of all the male staff. No matter how weak her excuse, she could almost always get her way with a little tilt of her head and a whine in her voice. This time, her excuse was that she had a headache and needed to see the nurse's station. Instead, she was going to the bathroom so she could text her friends without the teachers seeing.

She walked into the stall, pulled her short skirt and panties down to her ankles, and sat on the commode. She couldn't know it, but casting a total shadow on water was basically a summons for the demon who was known as Klgethi. She texted while she used the bathroom, unware of the doom unsealing beneath her.

Ephemeral tentacles reached out of the shadows on the water. They stretched, finding their limits. The taboo she committed was unconscious. As such, he was limited to only this stall- but it was enough. He snaked a tentacle up to the stall lock, then filled the hole with black material that no light could pierce. Then he waited.

Demons have two sources of energy, as anyone used to be able to tell you. The first source was their spawn. The more children they had, and the more powerful their children, the more powerful they themselves were. The second source was a particular set of emotions. For some demons, it was fear, hatred, jealousy, or even happiness. Klgethi fed on panic and dread.

She finished her business, stood up, and pulled her panties and skirt back up. She put her hand on the door and pushed.

Nothing happened.

Puzzled, she looked at the lock. She didn't remember locking the door, but it was certainly twisted to the lock position. She twisted, but it wouldn't budge.

She grabbed it with both hands, then twisted it with all her might in both directions. It refused to budge. She growled, then slammed on the door with her fist. The wood didn't even echo.

She sighed. This wasn't a normal stall door- it was an old storage room that was reworked with modern plumbing. Her stall door was an actual door, albeit with a square vent at the top and bottom. She pulled a pen out of her purse, then set to unscrewing the bottom vent so she could squeeze out that way.

Something behind her bubbled. She looked into the toilet, worried it was going to backflow, but it was perfectly still. She gulped. She didn't see any other leaks...

She got back to work on the vent. When she had just one screw left, she heard the popping noise again, much louder this time. She turned around in time to see a green, slimy thing with an eyeball disappear into the toilet.

She looked into the toilet. Instead of nothing, she could see down forever into a pit of endless tentacles, waving to-and-fro in the pitch black. A thousand eyes stared back up at her.

She screamed.

She slid the vent out the way and crawled through. She snaked one arm through, then her head, and then the rest of her torso. She tried to finish crawling out when she felt a slimy, wet something wrap around her leg and pull.

She slammed both hands on the door, stopping the monster from dragging her back in. She gritted her teeth, and inch by inch, she pulled herself out of the vent. Then another tentacle wrapped around her other leg and pulled, slamming her tits into the bottom of the door. She yelped in pain, but didn't give up.

Above her, unseen, tentacles removed the top vent. They slid out and down, until they were finally eye-level with the pup.

When she looked up, she wished they were all eyes. Two were obviously that- eyes with strange, cross-shaped pupils. The third was a gross cross of a giant dick and a rough, bumpy tongue. She thought about screaming for a second, but decided to keep her teeth firmly clenched shut when the tongue tried to shove itself into her mouth. She closed her eyes and pushed harder against the door, knowing that if she took a hand off to pull it away, it could pull her back through the door.

The tongue-dick didn't relent. It shoved itself into her lips, against her teeth, even up her nostrils and in her ears a little bit. Akiko was just as tenacious, keeping her sharp canine teeth clenched shut as she pushed against her captor from behind.

Where she couldn't see, several more tentacles lined up behind her. Each was coated in green slime, though some had another kind on their tips meant for sliding rather than sticking.

Her eyes went wide- they pulled her shoes off! She kicked them, but her feet did nothing to the alien things. She felt queasy as thin, slimy ones slid down her socks, then peeled them off her feet. It was undressing her, and judging by the lewd one in front of her, she knew what for.

She redoubled her effort, pushed against the door and and toilet all at once. Her ass flexed, her thighs tightened, and her feet shoved. Her teeth stayed shut against the intruder at her front, and her eyes were clenched in focus.

Two small tentacles curled up near her toes, each ready to fulfill its part of the diabolical plan. They reached out and traced the soles of her feet, tickling them.

She tried desperately not to laugh, knowing that's all the tentacle wanted. Tears welled up in her eyes as she resisted the need to laugh, even moreso when four more tentacles joined in on the fun. She couldn't even see past her bleary tears, but she didn't need to. They were closed too tightly, anyway.

Then they slid her skirt off.

Her eyes opened in fear. She wasn't far enough out yet. She knew she had to push harder, and she tried. She braced her elbows against the door and twisted, trying to get better leverage.

Then they slid her panties off.

She was out of time. She had to get out. With a wild lunge, she reached out and grabbed the corner of a wall, and pulled away from the monster.

Then it plunged into her ass.

Her mouth opened to scream, but before she could, the fat tongue-dick slid into her throat. She bit down and shook her mouth, trying to dislodge it, but the green ooze it leaked robber her jaws of all power. In a few short moments, her head and neck lay paralyzed as the tongue-dick slid down her gullet, fucking her throat in stride. Her arms tried weakly to pull it out, but even they were weakened.

Behind her, the skinny tentacle worked its magic, pushing in and pulling out of her ass in great strides. Its job was an important one: It had to lubricate her entire digestive tract. Otherwise, things could get painful.

She felt it slide completely out, and she sighed in relief, though the dick tongue still throat fucked her. At least it was done for no-

She clenched as something enormous lined up on her anus. She wanted to try and kick it away, but the green ooze left her paralyzed from the waist-down. The most she could manage in protest was a weak doggy whine as it shoved her sphincter open, then dug into its new playground.

She lurched as it slammed forward, smashing her hips against the door from the rear. It pulled out a little more, then shoved a lot more in. She lost track of how deep it was inside her- all she knew was that she couldn't feel it all past a certain point, and it kept shoving more inside.

They spread her legs and lifted them in final tribute to the coming glory. One last tentacle, this one larger than the rest, lined up on her pussy. Her eyes watered in tears- she knew what was coming. Hundreds of little feelers grabbed and groped her lips, making her moan around the tube in her throat. Then it went in.

It was a sort of heaven, if she wanted to be honest with herself. The feelers on its end was like none of her teacher's dicks- they tickled her even as they fucked her, driving her up the wall as it rammed her pussy. By now, though, she couldn't even hump back if she wanted to- every voluntary muscle in her body was asleep, letting the intruders smash her pussy like a meat tenderizer. If she hadn't just peed, her bladder would have emptied itself several times over. She lied there, moaning as it fucked her from all three angles.

It started pumping faster. She tried to pull away again, but her arms didn't respond- it was like they weren't hers anymore. She could feel them, but not control them. The tentacles slammed into her so hard her breasts were slapping the bottom of her face, each slap closer to the climax than the last.

Finally, it hit. Its tentacles bottomed out in all three holes, filling her with hot, green juice. Her stomach stretched a little as it was forced to take it in, then stopped as it shot out of her pussy. Her own orgasm wiped out all other thought, rational or otherwise. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as her pussy walls clamped tight on it, squeezing it for its green sticky fluid.

Finally, when the tentacles were done, they withdrew from her mouth. She didn't have the energy to cough, and for the rest of her life, wouldn't have the time.

The tentacles dragged her back through the door and held her over the commode, letting her look down. Beyond the darkness and the tentacles, she could see nothing. They ripped her shirt and bra off, took her clothes, and dragged them into the commode, hiding them in the darkness. Then they dragged her into it, sealing her fate to be the first of Klgethi's new brood mothers.

The tentacles unlocked the door, screwed the vents back on, and opened the door. Someone else- this one a dalmation girl- walked into the bathroom. She rushed into the stall, glad to know one of them was freed up. She looked on the floor just before entering, and wondered why it looked like clawmarks were dragging on the floor. But she had to pee, and had no time to ponder such things! She pulled her short school skirt and panties down, then sat down to pee.

The door slammed shut. A tentacle slid into her still peeing pussy, making her scream. Another tentacle shot up into her mouth, shutting her up. A third tentacle shoved itself into her asshole, keeping her anchored onto the commode. A dozen other tentacles undressed her, stealing each piece of clothing down into the toilet, leaving no trace of the freshman. When she finally came, tentacles on a dimension she couldn't see grabbed her exposed soul and raped it, claiming her as his just as he did Akiko. He dragged her down into his dimension, and that was the last the school ever saw of her.