You follow the coves to where a jetty sticks out into the sea. You can sense humans here. There are humans in the water that wear those bad tasting coverings that taste like rancid blubber. You would have swum elsewhere to find better food but then you scent the humans standing on the jetty. These humans are watching the ones in the water. There do not wear the heavy rubbery costumes like those in the water. You can tell that these humans are young by their scent but you have no concept of what a 'field trip' is. All you know is that their uniforms will not spoil their taste and that standing at the end of a long floating dock they are easy prey.
Knowing that you have to get them into the water you swing you two long tentacles under the floating dock and using the razor sharp hooks cut the dock loose from it's moorings. The humans in the water notice your shadow pass over them before the chaos starts. Your eight shorter arms grab the under side of the jetty and pull it clear of the shore, toppling two of the schoolgirls into the water and causing the rest to panic. Still no one on the dock knows that you are there.
One of the girls, a tall and thin blonde, is treading water some distance from her friends on the dock. If you were human you might have taken an interest in the way her tartan skirt floated around her waist to reveal her long legs. But being a hungry cephalopod you just noted there was little danger of her escaping.
The other girl was a different matter. She had almost reached what she thought was the safety of the jetty when your tentacles snaked under the jetty. Another human, a female teacher, is on her knees trying to reach the girl when you strike. A hooked sucker catching her just under her breasts. Her wet blouse offered her no protection as the hook snagged her ribs and pulled her beneath the jetty. The teacher almost followed her but the other schoolgirls grabbed their teacher's legs and stopped her from following the girl. You bring the girl in close with your tentacle until she is in reach of your stronger arms and in moments suckers and hooks scour her clothes off to reveal your bloody prey. In pain and drowning your beak snaps closed, taking a meaty flesh as a reward for your efforts so far. You are not concerned that her head and legs are falling away to the bottom of the cove. What would have been precious food is today just table scraps. You don't even notice the reaction of the horrified divers as the bits of shredded schoolgirl float past them.
Having had the taste of fresh human you once more strike the floating platform, your mantle almost tipping the jetty over. But even your bulk is not enough to capsize it. But the sound of squealing schoolgirls splashing into the water tell you that it achieved what you wanted. One girl, a short redhead pushed her long curls from her face just in time to see your beak open up in front of her. She barely had time to scream before an inrush of water carried her into your throat. Sinking down once more your could feel the frightened girl become entangled with the torso of your first victim as you return once more to your feeding.
Now you are almost spoiled for choice. A pigtailed brunette is caught when a sucker locks onto her back, pulling her under. Her younger sister thought she was lucky for a moment when her wet shirt was ripped off by another tentacle, giving her the illusion of escape before a barb hooked her through the thigh and pulled her under the water.
Eager to feed you force the half naked younger girl into your gullet where she hits the still struggling redhead. Not willing to let any prey escape you jam the older girl into your beak and bite her into more manageable chunks of flesh. Swallowing hard the red head and the brunette finally enter your stomach where digestion can begin.
Taking a moment to swallow a stray foot, still clad in a schoolgirl's mary janes, you return to the jetty to finish up. The teacher is the only one not in the water but she is leaning over the edge urging one of the last girls out of the water. The girl's once delicate bob now hangs wet around her face as she reaches out to her teacher, but the teacher's face is filled with horror. The teacher sees the churning tentacles about to engulf her pupil and grabs the girls outstretched arms. There is a moment when the girl is pulled both ways, then your beak cuts through flesh and bone. The teacher stumbles back, clutching her the girls upper body to her breasts as they both fall off the other side of the jetty.
The water around the jetty now churns with chunks of flesh shredded uniforms as the teacher finally gives into panic. She knows that there is no hope for the girl who still clings to her as her body ends where her belly should be. You want the other half of your meal and send a tentacle in pursuit of it. Latching onto the girls back you wrench her from the teacher's grip and stuff the barely concious girl into your mouth.
The teacher thinks that all her charges have been consumed and that she is next. Bobbing in the water she sees the land is now too far away. Even the jetty is a dozen feet away and the bloody water tells her that her chances are slim. Taking a moment to think she decides that the jetty is her only chance.
As your prey considered it's options you manouvered underneath the teacher. At the moment she struck out for the jetty your beak opened once more, and once more the sea carried your meal to you. The teacher, taller that her pupils, had the misfortune to get jammed. Her arms thrashing the surface of the water your beak crunched through flesh and bone once more. The teachers waist and legs joined the still struggling girls in your stomach. Her torso had a moments freedom before it too was scooped up.
With your stomach full of digesting humans you let yourself settle for a moment under the floating jetty. With the muffled cries of digesting girls fading away in your stomach you remember the tall blonde that you had left swimming in the water. You sense her splashing in the shallows and realise that she is about to reach the safety of the beach.
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