Sam was just walking down the hallway when he thought he could hear a girl's voice say "Hi, there."
He turned around, but could see no one else around.
"Over here, handsome," the voice said again. He walked back the way he came, trying to figure out where it was coming from.
Suddenly, the janitor's supply closet door opened and a pair of green arms pulled him inside and closed the door behind them.
Soon, giggles and moans emerged from the closet, the door thudding loudly as Greta pounded Sam against it.
He was too stunned to do anything but slide down the door as she slammed his back into it and then pulled down on his shoulders with her gangly arms.
His butt hit the ground, and she pulled herself into him, pushing her lips hard against his, sticking her tongue into his mouth.
He rose back to his feet, but she held tightly. Soon, he was stumbling around the tiny closet, knocking over mops, brooms, and other janitorial supplies as she covered him in kisses and worked on unbuttoning his shirt with her long claws.
Meanwhile, Butch was in the athletic center weight room, curling dumbbells, when the lights went out
He set the weights down and stood up, trying to see using only the light of the full moon and the lamplight coming through the weight room window. A gleam caught a leather jacket on a short, brownish-green girl covered in scales with long ears. A tight t-shirt with the image of an old metal band stretched against her breasts above her black micro-skirt. Jet black hair hung down to her shoulders and she puckered full red lips.
Butch turned when he heard a coo nearby.
He saw another girl with emerald scales and big ears. She was wearing a fuzzy white sweater and a long pink skirt with a poodle on it. The skirt matched the color of her lips and the ribbons in her curly, honey brown hair.
Butch was pushed back down onto his bench and Jezebel climbed up and undid his pants.
Mary Sue kissed his lips while Jezebel sucked between his legs. Butch found himself falling off of the bench to the floor. He rolled to his side. Mary Sue pressed herself into his back while chewing on his neck. He could fill the curve of her breasts and the points of her nipples even through his tanktop and her sweater. Jezebel took off her skirt and kissed Butch's chest while grinding against him.
Across campus, Sam stumbled out of the supply closet, dazed and sticky with scarlet kisses. He was still zipping up and buttoning his pants, his belt hanging through the loops, his dress shirt only half buttoned over his t-shirt.
After he made it down the hallway, Greta stepped out of the closet, fixing her messy hair with one hand and smoothing down the skirt of the polka dot dress she was wearing with the other.
She'd enjoyed her time with Sam enough to not regret the boredom she had felt lying in wait in the janitor's closet, but now she decided she was too impatient to wait for her prey to just come to her and she was going back on the hunt.
The cafeteria was lit by candles since she'd killed the lights in there. No one even noticed her scampering under the tables and taking a seat on a bench with a student just an arm's length away from her on either side. Only the tips of her ears rose above the table.
She reached over to the boy on her left and began stroking his groin.
The friend he'd been having a conversation with, sitting directly across from where Greta was hidden, looked concerned when in mid-sentence his friend stopped using words.
"The thing about this awful food here that they're trying to kill us with is . . .that it . . . oooh!"
The boy she was stroking looked down at her. He seemed a little frightened, but at the same time not too eager to do anything about it. After all, she wasn't causing him any pain. The exact opposite, in fact.
Greta undid his fly, fishing out his manhood and gripping it tightly.
"Are you okay, man?" the boy's friend asked.
The only response he got was eager nodding.
Greta reached out her right arm, pulling a pair of jeans down to the boy's ankles, then stroking the outline of the boy's private parts through his briefs.
The boy looked down at her in horror.
"What are y-y-y-ooooooooooooooooo . . . "
Greta pulled the briefs out of the way and grabbed the throbbing member underneath.
Greta kicked off her stiletto heels and stretched out her leg.
"You're right about this food," the girl across from him was saying, a spoon full of mashed potatoes and gravy halfway to her mouth. "I think this food was meant for dogs not pe-o-oh!-"
The spoon fell from her hand as she slouched down in her seat and curled his fingertips around the table top.
The student seated next to her gave her an odd look, until the sole of Greta's other foot found its way under her skirt as well.
"Who's do-"
The first girl spasmed and knocked her tray off the table, spilling food everywhere.
"That's so good," she moaned.
"Delicious," the boy on Greta's left concurred, squeezing on a breadstick.
One of the girls across from her was moaning as her fingers dug in to the edge of the table, Greta's foot massaging her purring kitty faster and faster.
One of the boys was pounding the table repeatedly with his fist.
"That's such a treat."
"The best I've had in a long time," the girl agreed as Greta continued to massage her erogenous area.
The guy across from her had one hand buried in his mashed potatoes while Greta yanked harder and faster. The guy next to him was squeezing tightly on his silverware as goo erupted all over Greta's fingers.
With that hand free, she began using both hands to grip and tug the other boy.
"That feels so good!" he moaned, as the girl across from him also moaned, almost in unison, as they achieved climax at the same time.
Greta pulled her feet away just as the last of her dinner companions shuddered, lowering her face into the plate in front of her as the orgasm made her lose control of her body.
All four were panting for breath as Greta hopped back under the table, slipped back into her shoes, and made her way to the cafeteria exit. She heard someone nearby gesture towards the foursome and say, "I'll have what they're having."