The loggers took pensive steps as the dense, thickly packed foliage and trees of the rainforest they were clearing gave way mysteriously to a fetid bog. This swamp, a desolate pocket contrasting the abundance of greenery they had carved their way through, wasn't on their map. Pools of yellow, grimy water surrounded a single immense bulbous tree, which looked not only dead but rotten with gnarled branches reaching up into the sky. "I got a bad feeling about this one," the new guy pipped up.
"That's the problem with kids these days," the old hand working shift alongside him said as he started his saw, "too many feelings." The blade dug into the wood for only seconds before a black sludge began to leak from the tree. The portly logger stepped back, looking on with his cohort in confusion as the viscous ooze poured from the deadwood, pooling into a bubbling mass of pitch. Smoke began to emanate from the cut as well, a thick smog which hung low over the grungy slop. More and more of it flowed out, cascading down the wood into an inky cloud, before suddenly rising like a plume as a feminine orgasmic moan echoed through the swamp. The muck was drawn up into the swirling vortex of miasma, combining with it in a strange dance, forming from the roiling slurry and wisps, a distinct, curvaceous outline of a woman.
She had the enticing, voluptuous and shapely figure of a pinup, but a horrifying, ever-shifting composition of living tar, fetid putrefied slime with the sheen of an oilslick, noxious chemicals, slimy mud that oozed and slopped amid the dancing, animate fume. A pervading malignant rot assaulted their noses and choked their lungs. "Haven't you boys ever seen a lady before?" the thing said in a husky tone. While the younger logger looked on stupefied, his partner took up his saw, swinging a desperate swipe at the leering monster. The metal rapidly corroded on contact with her putrescent vaporous body, the chain disintegrating and falling into the mire as rusted debris. She laughed, "Oh, honey, give me a little foreplay first," before reaching out and grasping at the logger's head. Her caustic embrace melted instantly through his hardhat. His skin flared crimson and broke out into pustules seconds before it outright sloughed off, the gore becoming indistinguishable from the ooze. He barely had time to scream before his blackened, rotten skeleton rapidly decayed into ash in the wind. His saw motor, still running, fell to the ground. The remaining logger looked on petrified as she slunk down to the exhaust, inhaling deeply, savoring the putting smoke as it mixed into her body with a salacious gleam. "Lovely emissions, ahh. A bit tame for my fare, but when you've been locked away in a tree for oh so long, you gain an appreciation for the little things." She rose back up, closed the distance with the logger with an exaggerated sashay of her hips, globs of putrid goop hanging and flowing from her spectral form like a ghastly jelly, popping and sizzling as they landed in the mud.
She swirled around him, a spiraling, pungent vapor as he stood terrified. She didn't touch him, instead plucking a can of spraypaint from his toolbelt. The metal rusted in her clutch as she held it above her head, dropping it into her mouth whole, moaning as the can ruptured inside her. "Your friend was a bit quick on the draw, but you... you look like you have more... stamina. Can you handle a bad girl? Because I'm going to turn those woods into a barren, radioactive crag; sprinkle around arsenic, cyanide, anthrax and VX, all the lovely little darlings. Maybe put up a strip mall or two, right next to a pesticide plant. But, first, I have a date with the fairies who imprisoned me here. What do you say, sugar?"