Roy was awakened by a kiss.

He'd fallen asleep in his hammock, strung up between two trees right beside the lake.

He opened his eyes and a green thing was kissing him full on the mouth, while her sharp nails traced his muscles through his tight tanktop.

She kissed his face everywhere, covering him in gooey pink lipstick. He almost panicked, and then realized this must be a dream, and decided to just go with it.

The hammock swung wildly as she pulled down his pants and took him for a ride. Eventually, it threw them both out on to the ground, we're they rolled back and forth in the dirt. When Roy finally burst, he fell right back asleep. Greta, meanwhile, edged closer to the lake. She took a deep breath and then stuck her toe in.

Finally, an effective birth control for gremlins!

Now she stuck her entire foot in, letting it soak until she felt confident she wasn't going to get pregnant again. She'd already produced one brood during her college visit, not that she cared if she'd ever meet them or not.

That wasn't unusual for her species. They reproduced asexually, and their offspring were fully mature adults. They didn't have a parental bone in their body. But Greta was an anomaly. The first female gremlin, not through natural biology, but through a major scientific breakthrough. There'd never been any reason to define what "motherhood" looked like in their species.

Most would be driven to increase their numbers. To go ahead and throw themselves into the water to continue multiplying, to spread their mayhem on an exponentially larger scale. None of them would have understood sex for pleasure. That was more uncharted territory Greta was pioneering.

But this waterproof sunscreen was working wonders, allowing her to violate two of the inviolable rules of her species. Now she just wanted to dive under that water and embrace her inner mermaid.

She was paddling just at the surface of the water when she saw two young men in kayaks and made her way to the nearest one.

Ethan was in shock when she climbed over the side of his kayak. She was wearing a highlighter-pink micro-bikini, so teeny-weeny it just barely managed to cover her nipples. Her lips were positively dripping in matching pink lipstick.

Before Ethan could even fully realize what was happening, Greta grabbed his arm and pulled it to her so it was squeezed right between her two bouncy breasts. As he tried to pull his arm free of her, she grabbed his hand and guided it down her bikini bottom, until his fingers were inside of her.

The boat shook as he tried to free his arm, Greta writhing and cooing.

"Is something wrong?" Louis asked, his kayak drifting near Ethan's.

"This weird lizard thing . . ."

Ethan stopped when he realized Greta had disappeared.

"You were freaking out over a lizard in your boat?" Louis asked. "It's probably harmless."

"Uh-huh," Ethan said, nodding, thoroughly confused. "Why don't you go on ahead? I'll catch up with you in a while."

"Okay," Louis said slowly, reluctantly paddling ahead.

Ethan looked down to where Greta was pushing his knees away from each other, and then rubbing him through his swim trunks. He tried to pull away, but her fingers kept finding him again and resumed caressing his slowly growing bulge.

Then she pulled herself in between his legs, slowly, deliberately lowering her chest into his lap. He could feel the bare underside of her supple boobs rubbing against his privates, only the thin layer of his swimsuit between them. It was an intense and unique feeling, her soft breasts rubbing against his member, back and forth, over and over, and he was getting a lot harder a lot faster. He put the paddle down and gripped tightly on to both sides of the kayak.

Her soft, bouncy breasts slid down his groin, and then she planted her face on the outline of his now rigid cock, smearing hot pink lipstick all over the front of his swim trunks. The boat rocked more wildly now. She looked up at him, smiled, and batted her eye lashes, before getting back to putting her mouth around the outline of his throbbing manhood.

"Oh . . . my . . . gah-ah-ah!"

He could see Louis' back. Greta grabbed his knees again and pulled herself up by them, wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding against his erection.

"I can't!" he said, trying to push her away, rocking the boat even harder. "I mean, I shouldn't!"

The commotion of trying to fight her off caused the boat to capsize. The water was shallow enough to stand in, and he was able to find his footing so that the water was only up to his stomach. She swam down, grabbed his swim trunks, and pulled them off, him gasping, "No, don't!" as each foot left the rocks and sand underneath the water so his trunks could slide off.

He watched as his swimsuit bobbed to the surface, and then her bikini bottom followed.

Then she wrapped her arms and legs around him, her head above the water, nestled against his belly, and he was inside of her.

He tried to speak, but she snatched her bikini bottom out of the water and shoved it in his mouth, all wadded up. It was soaking wet, and not just from the lake water. He could taste her on it.

As she gyrated against him, Louis called out to him. He was angled just right that Louis couldn't make out Greta's pointy ears jutting out from just above the surface of the water.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Ethan pulled the bikini bottom out of his mouth and managed to respond.

"I'm f-f-f-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!"

Greta was thrusting more and more vigorously.

"The boat's floating away!" Louis said.

Ethan reached out and grabbed the kayak, pulling it close enough that Greta could rest the back of her head on it. He was grateful for something to hang on to as Greta grew wilder and wilder.

"Go on a-a-heeeeeeeeeeead! I'll . . . catch . . . UP!"

He put his whole weight on to the kayak as he finished. Then Greta smiled and swam away.

Meanwhile, Louis grew thirsty and reached for his water bottle. When he pulled it up to take a drink, he realized it had been the only thing plugging a hole in the bottom of the boat. He quickly paddled to shore as the boat took on more and more water.

Once the kayak was on the shore, he got out and dragged it inland far enough that the waves wouldn't take it back out. He got down on his knees to assess the damage. That's when Greta emerged from the water and charged him, pinning him to the ground and kissing him. He opened his mouth and tilted his head to breathe around her thick, juicy, pink lips.

"What are you?" he said.

"I'm Greta," she said, kissing her way down his neck.

"Be gentle," he said.

"No," she responded.

She kicked the boat so it slid back into the lake and sank, then turned her full attention to him.

Trees shook and birds flew away in panic as she made passionate love to him.