<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>As Chloe walked, she was sadly completely oblivious to the Harvester slithering behind her in the grass. In fact, if she were aware of the creature (and more importantly if she wasn't its target right now) she would've loved to have stopped and admired how stealthy it had evolved to be. It was obvious to anyone who knew Chloe that she was a little bit naive when it came to the whole Harvester thing... Chloe had just turned 20 a couple of days ago, but she'd always lived a shut-in lifestyle: she'd go straight to school and stay inside the whole day; then she'd go straight back home where she also stayed inside all day; while she was home she was even protected by guards. That was her life up until she started college. Now she lived in an apartment not far from the campus, but honestly, the only major thing that changed about her daily life is she doesn't have guards anymore. The point is... being attacked by a Harvester was near last on her list of probable things to happen. Then again, so was being squirted in the face by another female. So maybe she should've expected a Harvester attack.<br/><br/>When the Harvester finally<i>did</i>attack spraying Chloe from behind, Chloe wheeled around. At first, she looked angry, ready to tear into some hooligan who she assumed had sprayed her with a squirt bottle, but before she could even stop to think about how irrational that sounded, she began to hear a slight sizzling sound. She realized that the liquid sprayed on her must have been acid, so she of course panicked. Her mind raced frantically with different thoughts. Everything came and went so fast that she couldn't think of what to do; and so, as she wasted precious time, the fabric of her blouse started tearing apart like wet paper. The pieces that fell off proceeded to dissolve - shrinking and becoming crumpled until they disappeared. The acid continued to eat away at her entire shirt<i>and</i>skirt as well - undiminished by her desperate, irrational attempts at grasping the pieces of disintegrating clothing. The acid continued to do its job until Chloe was standing almost completely naked in the field, wearing nothing but her panties. She didn't even have a bra on that day; her breasts were small enough that they didn't warrant the discomfort of wearing one, but now she was regretting not just putting one on anyway. She brought her forearm up to cover her nipples as she examined the rest of her body.<br/><br/>She assumed she was a goner when the acid sprayed on her, but to her surprise, the acid never started eating away at her skin. She didn't even have a chance to notice that this particular acid was red instead of the Harvesters' usual neon yellow/green blood color. Once she had a moment to comprehend what just happened, she took in the fact that she was probably in serious danger. With a quick glance around, she rushed towards the safety of one of the buildings, but even the closest one was roughly 35 yards away.