Sunday, February 24, 2013

Hentai Game Review: Lv1勇者が女神・邪神と♀モンスター繁殖計画始めました! (Lv1 Yushe Breeding Program)

Okay, I’m not really sure what the best translated version of that title is.  I’ve gone with Lv1 Yushe Breeding Program, although the full title is something like Lv1 brave man began a ♀ monster breeding plan with a goddess and an evil deity!  I suspect someone will pin a snappy English fan name on it that will stick.  It’s a monster girl hentai game and it might be the most bonkers one I’ve played so far.

The trial (big yellow button) has to be played to be believed.

In generic fantasy-world-land the numbers of monster girls are declining.  They’re waiting for the hero fated to save them with his magic cum, or something like that.  The hero is born but his father really wanted a daughter and decides to raise him as one anyway.

Uh, okay.

The hero(ine?) leaves on some adventure or other and gets waylaid outside the first village by the head of the ‘good’ and ‘evil’ monster girls.  These are an angel/dragon thing and a succubus/centaur thing respectively.  They’ve teamed up to solve the declining monster girl population problem by finding the hero and forcing him to mate with monster girls all across the world.  The first H-scenes give a good indication of what the hero and player...

This isn't going to go well...
...are in for.


First stop is a forest inhabited by slime girls.  The hero and a cute slime girl are a bit clueless as to what to do next, so the succubus/centaur girl turns the hero into a raging sex bull monster with a two-foot penis to force the issue.

Uh, okay.

At this point I’m wondering what the main game mechanics are as sex combat has largely been on autopilot so far.  Then follows a sort of mini-game quest sequence where the hero picks a path and has to navigate traps, treasure chests and other monster encounters.  Then it’s off to the next location—some kind of shrine with a temple dog woman with enormous jugs, a girl with a giant mouth coming out of the back of her head and a talking cat.  There are also lots of cat girls.  Which sets up the next mini-game where the hero has to touch parts (guess which!) of a cat girl’s body in the right order.

One of the quest mini-games.
Then they all head off on a quest to find Yggdrasil, the world tree (and frequent canon immigrant from Norse mythology to JRPGs).  During this the hero manages to fall off a cliff.  The others throw the cat after him and both have to find their way through a forest maze while chased by a giant lusty minotaur woman.

And this is just in the trial.  The makers deserve a lot of credit for making so much of the game available to sample.  It’s worth downloading as there’s probably a couple of hours worth of material there.  I think in this case they had to in order to get an idea of what the game is about.

The game is part visual novel and part collection of varying mini-games.  Combat crops up regularly, but largely runs without any input from the player.  The quest locations, where the hero follows a branching route, also appear frequently.  Other main mechanics include the monster girl villages.  Once the player unlocks these the goal is increase the number of inhabitants.  To do this they have to replenish their... um... magical cum, which happens whenever they complete a quest branch or certain story events.  As the population of the village increases it unlocks H-scenes and further story paths for that village.

Oddly, it works.  The artwork and overall production is gorgeous.  It matches up well with the H-scenes of Violated Hero 2 in terms of quality.  They’re not shy of aiming for an epic feel and proper story either, despite being a sex game.  This is the moment you find Yggdrasil at the end of the trial.

The protagonist is down on the bottom-left.  They have a cat on top of their head.  Don't ask.

On top of that nearly everything features voice work.  The story and characters have plenty of humour as well, although I probably missed a lot of it through reliance on crude auto-translation.  I had to switch to ITH for the text-hooking on this one as AGTH was struggling, although I’ve been told this code fixes things for AGTH: /HA-C@FC4C8.

The one downside is I didn’t find the game that sexy.  It’s a little too weird.  More like a gross-out sex comedy than a hot porn film, if that makes any sense.  Quite a few of the Bad Ends are straight-up ‘bad’ Bad Ends such as being torn apart and eaten by harpies, or the hero being trapped in a wall of meat while someone shoves a cock down their throat, rather than the ‘good’ Bad Ends more typical to games like Violated Hero or Monster Girl Quest.  In the end it didn’t matter that much as I was having so much fun wondering what crazy shit the game was going to do next.

Worth a look and the trial is extensive enough to give players a good idea of whether the game is for them or not.

Monday, February 18, 2013

#52Books - January

Following Joe Hill’s Twitter feed I saw he talked about reading 52 books in 2012 and it seemed like such a good idea I thought I ‘d shamelessly copy it.  I think quite a few people also had the same idea as the #52books hashtag is fairly popular on twitter.  I thought it would also make a decent New Year’s resolution.  Even if I fail and only read forty books, that’s still a healthy amount of leisure time reading.

It also gives me a better shot at getting the Recently I have been reading... blog posts right.  Those full post reviews of single books...not exactly exciting in terms of hits, which is a common problem for books in general in an age where there is so much competition for our leisure time.

#52Books #1: Karin Tidbeck – Jagganath

A lot of hype for this collection of whimsical weird tales set in the author’s native Sweden.  I had problems with the stories, but they’re mostly the same problems I have with most modern short fiction—It’s well-written and clever, but largely utterly devoid of soul and substance.  Stories crafted for other writers to admire rather than provoking a feeling in the general reading public.  It’s a boil that’s been festering within me for a while.  I might post in more detail about this at a later point to get the poison out.

Despite that, the collection did win me over in the end.  "Rebecka", "Who is Arvid Pekon?" and "Augusta Prima" are all very good.  But there are a few too many whimsical slight pieces where it’s hard to care what happens because there doesn’t appear to be anything at stake for the characters.  Overall good, but it’s not going to bring short fiction to the attention of a wider audience.

#52Books #2: Carlton Mellick III – Apeshit

Completely deranged slasher-flick novel with utterly bonkers protagonists.  You know how most of the slasher-bait in horror films are obnoxious cardboard cutout teens...not here.  Mellick’s collection of jocks and cheerleaders are crazier than their mutant foes.  It’s a fast fun read with plenty of gore and sheer WTFery.  As always I like how Mellick establishes his ground rules early and keeps to them despite the chaos erupting off the page.  There’s a twisted logic to everything that happens, and it keeps his stories from collapsing into silliness.

Another book I’d love to see as a film.

#52Books #3: Jim Butcher – Storm Front

First of the Dresden Files is an entertaining mash-up of wizards and hard-boiled PIs.  It’s a little predictable but fun to read.  Enough to make me want to check out the others in the series anyway.

#52Books #4: Edward Lee – City Infernal

Edward Lee does hell.  It’s an enormous scuzzy city where life isn’t much fun for anyone other than the top echelon of demons (and not much better for them either).  Etheress Cassie, along with some new dead friends, crosses over the boundary from the living world and goes in search of her dead twin sister.  She gets embroiled in a war between Lucifer and another army of rebel angels.  Lots of gore, grue and lashings of twisted imagination.  The “good” angels are a bit cardboardy, but other than that it’s a clever tale in a very twisted world.  Like Barker, but with more of those squidgy bits you find in entrails.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Back by popular demand: Succubus Summoning 203 and the return of Phil

I was going to blog about this earlier, but then other things came up and I tend to abandon blog posts if they start to get grindy and scratchy.  If it’s not flowing, I’d rather I was battling to get a piece of fiction down than struggle with an ephemeral blog post no one will care about in a month’s time.

I’ve been rather sneaky.  If you check Literotica, you’ll see that after a pause of around two and a half years (has it really been that long?) I’ve finally posted Succubus Summoning 203.

Unfortunately, this doesn’t mean I’ve written the full arc.  It was what I said I was going to do, but it wasn’t coming together.  I suck at writing novels it seems.  I’m too prone to getting distracted by other projects.  My hope is that posting the chapters up on Literotica and trying to keep to a monthly schedule will provide the impetus to get it moving again.

It’s what I should have done before to be honest.  203 was an awkward chapter with a lot of new characters to introduce.  After writing the first draft I thought it might be too long and be better split in two.  But that would mean a chapter without sex.  Make people wait two and a half years and then post a chapter with no hot succubus action...that would not go down well.

So we’re back and with any luck the beginning of each month will bring a new chapter.  I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep to the schedule, but as long as it’s only a couple of weeks slippage rather than a couple of years I think we’ll be fine.  I hope you all enjoy the path the story takes and, as always, feedback and thoughts gratefully accepted.

P.S.  I’ll try my best not to kill him.

Friday, February 08, 2013

Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-10 A Sticky Starting Scrap

I appear to be stuck in an airport waiting for a heavily delayed plane.  This seems like a good opportunity to post the last part of Jackson in HRPG-World in case I don't get a chance to do it tomorrow.  (where I'll probably be otherwise...ahem...engaged)

Here we go: about 7,000 words and a few chapters later than originally intended, the last part of Jackson in HRPG-World 3.

Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-10 A Sticky Starting Scrap

“I don’t think I’ll let you replay the battle when you lose this time.  I think I’ll keep you instead.”


Had the game just entered iron man mode?

No, it wasn’t a game, not anymore.  He thought she’d seemed too self-aware to be part of the game, and now she’d realized the same thing about him.

He held out his sword before him.  The point trembled.  Suraimo noticed and laughed.

“There’s no need to be frightened.  I’ll make you feel nothing but pleasure.”

A vertical slit opened up at the point her abdomen sank into her mass of undifferentiated slime.  It started as a vagina and then opened wider and wider until it looked like a maw capable of swallowing him whole.  An overpowering musk of sexual arousal filled the path.

“Don’t you remember the pleasures of being wrapped up in my body?  You can experience them again.  Just stand still and let my slime engulf you.”

Jackson did remember, or rather his cock did.  It twitched to attention in his pants like the stupid brainless moron it was.

This was real.  If she enveloped his body again he wasn’t coming out.  She wouldn’t digest him like The Blob, but his life would be just as over.  The battle theme continued to skip and judder in background, like tunes from a broken-down carousel.

She didn’t call her surprise attack this time.  A blue stream flowed out from her main mass and formed a sticky puddle beneath his feet.

Don’t panic.

The control panel flickered and swayed like a bad picture on an antique television set.  It was still there and he still had to follow the rules laid out for the battle.  He hoped the same was true for Suraimo.

He was bound.  First he had to select struggle.

In the background the notes of the battle theme stretched out like soft plastic over a naked flame, slowing down and going lower until it seemed like the tune would snap altogether.  The background flickered and wavered around him.

“Not this time,” Suraimo said, shaking her head.  A bulge of protoplasm travelled down her pseudopod and folded up over his feet and ankles like a cushioned bear trap.  His feet and ankles were yanked down as if he’d stepped in quicksand.  Slender tentacles spiraled up and pulled down his pants.

Don’t panic!

The control panel was a minefield.  If he lashed out blindly he’d hit one of the submit options and that would be it.  There was only one command that worked at this point.


This time it worked.  Suraimo’s body sucked at him like thick mud, but he was able to step back out of her snare.  He released a sigh of relief.  The background music slipped back into playing at the correct speed.

It was only temporary.  Suraimo was oozing down the path towards him.

Stay focused.  It was a puzzle battle.  All he had to do was step through the correct actions in the correct order.  Which sucked, as he already knew the next correct action was to swing his sword uselessly like a spastic.

Jackson dutifully swung his sword like a spastic.

Suraimo didn’t even bother to taunt him.  She swayed out of the way and kept coming.  Her right hand morphed into a tentacular tube, darted forwards and sucked in his exposed penis.  Jackson shuddered in surprise as the soft tissue bunched up and squeezed his erection.  She wasn’t about to let him go either.  In the previous fights, after carrying out a lascivious grope attack she’d always released him and waited for him to take his turn.  This time her appendage kept sucking on him even as his command options came up.

Jackson watched his green bar decline.  The other thing that sucked was he couldn’t let it fall below halfway.  Once it reached that point Suraimo could use her auto-win Suraimo Paradiso attack.  Only there was no could about it, she would use it the moment the game allowed her.  Which meant he was already effectively at half life.

Jackson performed his second useless attack.  He stepped forwards and drove his sword right through her gooey body.  Again Suraimo was completely unfazed by the steel blade running through her body.  Unlike before, this time she didn’t seem in any particular hurry to let him have his sword back.

The regeneration message flashed up again.  Her green bar returned to full.  Then the panel froze up.

He couldn’t get the sword free.  It was stuck in her sticky body.  His natural instinct was to place a foot against her and use the leverage to yank the blade free.  He resisted it.  He knew his foot would sink right into her soft body and then he’d never get free.  Instead he braced it on the path as close to her as he dared and tried to tug his sword free.

Suraimo flowed closer.  An advancing bubble of protoplasm crept over his foot and ankle.  Tendrils of slime slithered down the blade and attached themselves to his hand and wrist.  The tube wrapped around his erection thickened as she came closer.  The transparent appendage bunched up and squirted warm blue fluids around his enveloped cock.

“Why fight so hard?” Suraimo said.  “I can make you feel this good all the time.”

The thick tube rippled around his cock, rubbing her aphrodisiac secretions into him.  Jackson’s knees felt wobbly as blood surged into his lengthening hard-on.

“I’m doing you a favor,” Suraimo said as she pumped more juices over his straining erection.  “Some of the girls after me will eat you alive.”

The background music skittered, careered and then finally snapped.  The trees and the path flickered out of existence.  There was only Jackson and the amoeboid form of Suraimo rising up to engulf him.


Jackson hurled himself backwards with his hand still on the sword.  The path flickered into existence and Jackson hit it hard.  He didn’t get a chance to gather his thoughts as he looked up and saw Suraimo was already coming down on him in a wave.  He thrust out with his legs and rolled out of range as Suraimo splashed down.  She reformed immediately with her sexy upper body and jiggling boobs rising back up out of her gelatinous mass.

Jackson got back to his feet and watched her warily.  The forest came back into existence and the fight music played at normal speed again.  The game seemed to have recovered from its near fatal crash.

More importantly, Jackson’s control panel was back in operation.

He’d got here before, and then it had gone wrong.  He knew why.  He’d clicked through too fast and selected the useless attack, and then he’d not used struggle when she’d snared him with her Suraimo Torapo attack.

He checked his bar.  Still above halfway, by about a sliver.

Not that Suraimo appeared to be paying attention.  Her body was swelling up like a wave ready to crash into him.


Jackson selected attack.  This time it brought up a second menu with two options.  He was fairly sure he’d rushed through here too fast last time.  But which incorrect option had he selected?  He thought it was the first one, but was he sure about it?

“Time for me to wrap you all up and suck out that delicious semen,” Suraimo said, her body flowing forward to absorb him.

Jackson selected the second option.

He was hoping for some kind of crazed anime-style limit-break special attack the Japanese loved in games like these.  Instead he launched into her like a hyperactive chimp flailing blindly with a machete.

As ugly as it looked, it was surprisingly effective.  Wet gobbets of Suraimo’s slime went flying in all directions and she stopped her charge.  Nearly two thirds vanished from her green bar.

Oh yeah!  Oh wait . . . not that effective after all.  Suraimo was already pulling the globs back into her main mass.  Regenerating . . . reforming.  The green bar was already climbing back up . . .

. . . but not all the way!

He’d damaged her!

The music stopped.  The first bars of a different theme started . . .

“I’m not finished yet,” Suraimo said.

 . . . and abruptly it changed back to the main battle theme, which immediately began to decay to dissonant bleeps and blips.  Some of the trees around them flickered out of existence.

Jackson selected the same attack again and span into her like crazed spinning top made out of buzz saw blades.  Sticky glops of slime flew in all directions and were left all over the path in quivering chunks.  Suraimo concentrated on drawing her body back together, but slowly, too slowly.  Her bar was below halfway now.

Jackson prepared to select the same attack again.  Suddenly it vanished from his control panel.  All the commands did.  A message flashed up and a jingle that sounded like every other RPG victory jingle played.

Suraimo looked around with disappointment on her face.  The wood seemed like a real wood again and not just a picture of one.  A different theme music was playing in the background.

She looked at Jackson.  “You can put that down now,” she said, referring to his sword.  “You won the battle and now the game has stabilized.  I have to follow its rules.”

Jackson didn’t lower his sword.

Actually he really wanted to repeat that spinning attack before she reformed fully, but the game wouldn’t let him.  Instead he stood there and watched her warily.

“Such a pity.  We would have had such fun together.”  Suraimo smiled suggestively at him and lewdly cupped an overflowing breast.  “Oh well.  Time for me to move onto my next role.  Maybe we’ll bump into each other again.”

She flowed away into the bushes by the side of the path.  She seemed to change color as she did, the light blue hues of her semi-transparent form shifting more towards pink or violet.

“In the meantime, try not to get eaten,” she called back at him.  “This game’s creator really likes their vore.”

Jackson stood on the path with his sword outstretched in front of him.  He held that pose even after Suraimo had long oozed away.

Fu-uck, he thought as he let out a breath.  It took a while for him to get his trembling limbs back under enough control to continue walking along the path.

This was not just a game.

He tried not to think about the other girls Suraimo had talked about, the ones she’d said would ‘eat him alive’, and definitely tried to avoid thinking about what would happen if they, like Suraimo, realized he was trapped in the game for real.

The path opened out into a clearing.

Wow, what had happened here?  It looked like a meteorite or aircraft had smashed through the canopy.  Splintered branches and fallen leaves were scattered all over the place and there was a large depression in the ground.  Jackson couldn’t see any wreckage.  Whatever had hit the ground had either vaporized or—

And Jackson definitely didn’t want to run into it if this was the case.

—got up and walked away.

A fluttering piece of white parchment caught his attention.  He walked over and saw someone had nailed a piece of paper to a tree trunk with a dagger.  Really nailed it in.  The knife was embedded so deep he couldn’t move it.  The only way to get the paper free was to tear it out on either side.

He was surprised to see the message was in English rather than Japanese.

Dear Hero,

After lying here on my tail waiting countless hours for you to get past the tutorial fight I have grown bored and have decided to explore the world on my own.

Aryss Fateborn the XLIVth, sexy demon princess.

P.S.  You Suck!

The sexy was underlined.

The background music stuttered and collapsed to garbled noise.  The game universe stretched and then finally snapped.  An electronic vortex opened up around Jackson.  He fell in and was swirled around like a cork in a whirlpool before finally being deposited in a brand new game.

Jackson in HRPG-World Part 3, End

Jackson will return in a few weeks in "Bubble Bother".  Where hopefully I'll remember how to write 1,000 word chapters and keep the story to less than ten of them.

Saturday, February 02, 2013

Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-9 A Sticky Starting Scrap

Finally (about 4 chapters later than planned finally!) Suraimo gets to show off her Bad End.

Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-9 A Sticky Starting Scrap

“That’s enough skipping,” Suraimo said.  “This time you’re getting your Bad End.”

Oh crap.

Jackson panicked and started thrashing again.  Not that it did any good.  Her gooey body stretched with his limbs without releasing him.

“All this struggling isn’t very romantic, you know,” Suraimo said.

Jackson ignored her and kept straining against her elastic slime.

“Okay, that’s it.  Time to secrete a little muscle relaxant to calm you down.”

Jackson felt moistness against his skin, and then a tingling sensation that trickled into his tissues.  His struggles grew slower and weaker.  His limbs grew heavier and heavier until he could barely move them, like his blood had turned to concrete.

“Better,” Suraimo said.  “Now let’s fluff this up to make things a little more comfortable.”

She pulled her gelatinous body together into a more compact form.  Jackson was lifted up higher.  More of her substance settled beneath him.  Thick swirls puffed up and formed a soft pillow for his head.  It felt like he was lying on a big bouncy bed of jello.  It felt comfortable now, but he knew it wouldn’t be long before he felt the stinging agony as her acids started to dissolve him.

Suraimo sat up, straddling him on top of a bed formed out of her own body.

“Look at the defeated adventurer,” she taunted.  “That makes me feel so wet.  I think it’s time to really let the juices flow.”

Jackson felt her wetness all around him.  Warm fluids oozed out of her protoplasm and bathed his engulfed body.

He gritted his teeth.  “Make it quick,” he pleaded.

He’d seen The Blob.  He really really hoped being melted down to his bones wasn’t as painful as it looked.

Suraimo folded her molten body over his and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t be silly,” she whispered in his ear.  “You’re completely at my mercy.  I’m going to take this really slow and drag it out for as long as possible.”

The motions of her body squished her warm juices into his exposed flesh.  His skin started to tingle.  Was that the acid starting to eat its way through?

His face cracked.  He trembled.  Water welled up in his eyes.

He couldn’t take this.  It didn’t matter that it wouldn’t be final, that he’d most likely wake up back at the checkpoint fully intact.  He’d still have the memory of it.  And the experience of lying here and feeling his body slowly dissolve away wasn’t something he could cope with.

Suraimo noticed his tear-stained face and sat up in surprise.

“What’s the matter with you?” she asked.  “Don’t tell me you’re one of those purity-obsessed religious types.  I’ve heard they have some very strange attitudes to sex in the West.  There’s no need to be worried.  I don’t think this counts as losing your virginity, and even if it did, you’re going to go back to the checkpoint afterwards, so technically none of this will have happened.”

Suraimo thought about what she’d just said and laughed at the absurdity of it.

“Besides.  Game!  None of this is real.”

“Don’t eat me,” Jackson sobbed.  “I don’t want to be melted.”

Suraimo reared back, a stunned expression on her face.

“Eat you!  Euwww, gross!  You didn’t think...?”

Suraimo looked at Jackson, saw he did think that.  She slapped him on the face.

“Quit it with the racism, mister!  Everyone knows it’s blob girls that eat people, not slime girls.  And it’s not that horrible either.  Blob girls secrete a hormone that tricks the body into thinking pain signals are pleasure signals.  Their victims are in complete ecstasy as they’re absorbed.  You’ll find that out later.”  She gave him a knowing wink.

“You’re not going to eat me?”

“Yuck.  That’d be like eating orange peel.  Who wants to do that when there’s so much delicious juice waiting inside?”  Ripples ran through her slime.  It felt like a lubricated hand sliding up his shaft.  “Mmm, I do intend to suck a lot of juice out of you, but I think you’re young and healthy enough to survive.”

“Then what are these juices?” Jackson, suspicious, asked.

He didn’t feel any burning sensations, but her talk of switching pain for pleasure had left him feeling paranoid.  He was scared to look down and find his feet had gone.

Suraimo’s face floated above his.  Her blobby hair fell around his face like a curtain.  “A little something to help me suck lots of cum out of you.”

She fell upon him in a wet kiss.  A substance, sickly sweet, seeped through his lips and tickled his tongue.  If he closed his eyes he could imagine he was lying on a shifting waterbed with a fully stacked babe lying on top of him.

Suraimo changed the structure of her body so it felt like his hands were resting on the soft swell of two large boobs.  He could even feel the tickle of rubbery nipples against his palms.  Then his hands were inside them, absorbed and bathed in more of that warm fluid.  It seeped into his fingers and magnified the sensory receptors until his hands felt enormous and swollen with pleasure.

“If you think that feels good, just wait until you feel the pussy my body is preparing for you.”

She sat up, straddling him again.  He saw his erection standing up through a curtain of dripping slime.  An invagination formed between the legs of her transparent body.  The walls darkened and thickened.  Dark blue fluids—like blueberry jelly—oozed out into the opening.

“Oh and yeah, I’m pretty sure this counts as losing your virginity,” Suraimo said.

Her body came down and Jackson’s erection slid up inside her.  He nearly came right away as her slowly undulating ‘vagina’ smeared the thick blue fluids into his cock.

“I’m not a virgin,” he exhaled through clenched teeth.

“Oh, good.  Then I don’t have to go easy on you,” Suraimo said.

Her dripping blue ass rose up and down, driving him deeper into her amorphous mass beneath him as she rode him.  Her body gave at first, but then solidified until Jackson felt he was bouncing on top of a soft bed.  It wasn’t a bed, though, it was part of her body, and that meant she could bounce his hips up to meet every downward thrust of her body.  As she moved up and down the elastic membrane within her vagina stretched around and rubbed against his cock.  He felt her aphrodisiac fluids seep into his member and increase his sensitivity.

Fuck, his cock felt impossibly huge, like a column thrusting into her yielding slime.

She teased him with her movements.  Sometimes she went fast and he was mesmerized by the elastic bulges of her breasts swinging over his submerged chest.  But not fast enough to make him come.  She kept taking him right to the edge until it felt like all his bullets were coagulating into one massive ejaculation.  His cock was completely covered in her aphrodisiac secretions.  They mixed with his oozing pre-cum and frothed up like thick blue cream as his cock plunged back and forth within her.  She kept secreting more juices until the walls of her pussy were swollen and so dark he couldn’t see his manhood inside her anymore.

He still felt it.  Oh fuck did he feel it.  The sensations crowded out everything until he almost felt like a giant cock with a vestigial little homunculus attached to the end.

Suraimo stopped riding him and let the soft substance of her body settle over him in a quivering mass.  Her big boobs fell on his chest and melted around him.

“Time to start sucking up that lovely cum,” she said.

The outer membrane of her body enveloped his cock like a second skin.  Then it dissolved and Jackson’s throbbing erection entered the rippling liquid interior of her body.  Swathes of dark blue slime embraced his erection like a lover hugging her partner.

That was enough.

Jackson’s body convulsed and a geyser of semen erupted from his cock.  He watched as the first spurts rocketed through the dense liquid of her body, almost reaching her head before lazily drifting through her like summer clouds.

“Oh that’s good.  More!” Suraimo exhorted.  “Turn me white.”

The darker blue cushion of slime pulsed around his cock like a heart.  He felt the full liquid presence of her body sucking on his cock and drawing out the semen inside.  It felt amazing.  He continued to thrash and spurt like a firework that showed no sign of spluttering out.  For a moment he even believed he could turn her white.  Then he thought about it a little more, thought about the volume of liquid her body contained.  It would take a lot of semen to dye her white, like full cast of porno movie amount of semen.

Or all the fluid in his body.

Nervously he wondered exactly what was the Bad of the Bad End.

At least the flow was subsiding now.  His balls had to be empty.

Something moist wriggled up against his anus.

“Now don’t be worried.  It doesn’t make you gay or anything to like how this feels.”

And with that Suraimo gently pushed a cool pseudopod up into his ass.  There was no hardness about it, just a gentle pressure that nudged his sphincter open and flowed inside.  Jackson was helpless to stop it.  His whole body was wrapped up within hers.  He tried not to think about her tentacle creeping up inside her, or dwell on how it didn’t feel that bad, actually felt quite—

It doesn’t mean I’m gay.  It doesn’t mean I’m gay.


“What are you doing?” Jackson asked in alarm.

“I find young men usually need a little outside help at this point.”

Her appendage found a secret spot within him.  First it pressed up against the walls of Jackson’s rectum, and then oozed through to completely envelop his prostate.

Jackson’s body stiffened.  His hips pushed up.  He was coming again, but it felt different—slower, thicker.  White semen oozed out of his pulsing cock and formed a thick cloud within her.

“Oh, sugoi,” Suraimo said.

She closed her eyes in contentment, lay on top of him and let her body melt around him.

“Mmm.  If this wasn’t a game I’d carry you off to my lair and do this to you every night.  The rest of your days would be filled with constant bliss.”

Jackson wasn’t in any position to disagree.  The constant throbs of pleasure pulsing from his cock had short-circuited his brain.  He felt relaxed and floppy, almost like he’d melted and become one with her gelatinous body.

“I told you my Bad End wasn’t that bad,” Suraimo said, leaving a wet kiss on his forehead.

The world faded into blackness as Jackson was rocked by the gentle undulations of her body.

He returned to the featureless plain, mind and body back to some measure of sharpness.  He couldn’t remember exactly what Suraimo had done, only that it had been incredibly pleasant and that things had gone a little blurry near the end.

No.  Best not dwell too much on it.  Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else and would stand here with a stupid grin on his face until his brains dribbled out of his ears.

Hey?  Where was the big tits angel?

Wasn’t she supposed to be here to give him helpful tips and advice?

Or shout angrily at him as she had for the last couple of times.

She didn’t seem to be about.  Jackson was alone on the plane of clouds.

For a brief moment the background flickered around him and he had a temporary feeling of complete and utter dislocation that made his guts sway.

What was that?

He didn’t have a chance to think about it.  The plane faded away and he was back on the forest path with Suraimo.

Only something wasn’t right.  The background music had become so familiar he’d stopped registering it was there.  He heard it now, because it was wrong.  Some parts were being played too fast, others too slow, and some bits skipped altogether.  The background wasn’t right either.  It looked flat like a picture and was flickering.  At one point it even shifted and Jackson caught a glimpse of a generic desert scene before the forest returned.

Suraimo stood on the path and looked at him with an intensity he hadn’t seen before.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

Suraimo ignored the question.

“You’re different,” she said.  “I should have realized earlier.  Your taste, it’s too good.  Avatars don’t taste like that.  They’re fake representations within the game.  I don’t think you are.  I think you’re here, in the game, for real.”

Jackson did not like where this was going.

Suraimo looked around at the flickering trees.  “The game’s glitching,” she said.  “You’ve pushed it too far off the scripted path.  It’s starting to break down.  I can feel the rules governing my actions weakening.”

Her amorphous base swelled up and started to spawn eager tentacles.

“I don’t think I’ll let you replay the battle when you lose this time.  I think I’ll keep you instead.”


to be concluded...