Friday, January 29, 2016

H-space MGB Profile: Pink Cushionblob

Name:  Pink Cushionblob
Type:  Slime
Habitat:  Caves (Temperate, Damp).

The pink cushionblob has the form of a naked buxom girl with bright and slightly translucent pink skin lying on what looks like a large round waterbed mattress of the same colour.  This is a type of slime girl that possesses so much additional mass it accumulates beneath them to form a large cushion or pillow.  Their semi-liquid internal body is contained within an elastic membrane.  Floating freely within the internal body is a core composed of darker, opaque material.

They are intelligent and possess a friendly disposition.  At first they were thought to be a benign variety of hindig.  As with most hindigs, they derive sustenance from human sexual fluids and initially they seemed content to trade sexual services for small amounts of seminal fluid extracted from willing partners.  Now we know cushionblobs will sometimes drain a human to death and should be considered dangerous.

Attack Strategy:
The pink cushionblob asks men (and sometimes women) to join them on their bed and the men (and sometimes women) join them on their bed.  Why the men (and sometimes women) do this, we don't know.  Even with repeated warnings and foreknowledge of the risks, the men (and sometimes women) still do it.  This makes me believe there may be additional factors in play other than sheer stupidity and desire to win a Darwin Award.

Once she has them on her bed, the cushionblob gives her prey an erotic body-to-body massage many have reported to be both thoroughly relaxing and highly arousing.  If her prey is male, the cushionblob engulfs their penis and stimulates them to multiple orgasms.  If female, the cushionblob extrudes part of her body into the prey's vagina and absorbs the vaginal secretions produced during climax.  This is not fatal unless the cushionblob brings her core into contact with her prey's sexual organs.  Contact with the core triggers a state of lethal hyper-arousal where the prey continues to climax helplessly until death occurs through loss of fluids.

(Should I mention the part where the cushionblob sucks out and absorbs the victim's soul?  Would anyone believe me?)

I'd like to say, "Don't join her on her bed you blithering idiots," but people still do.

Maintaining discipline is important.  At first the cushionblobs let people go to return to camp and spread stories about how good being with a cushionblob was.  The curious would then seek the cushionblobs out to experience it for themselves.  I'm convinced this was a deliberate and predetermined strategy.

Unlike other slime girls such as the blue specimen, HA-001, being studied back on Earth, pink cushionblobs are less protean in form and abilities.  The external skin can be punctured and enough damage will result in the cushionblob being unable to hold their liquid body together.  However, they are capable of rapidly closing and healing any wounds to their outer layer.  Destroying the central core is a proven way of killing them for certain.  Extreme cold is also effective, as are desiccating agents.

Threat Level:
Why do they keep joining her on her bed...?


There must be a pheromone or mind control element we're missing here.  Our personnel are succumbing too frequently to the cushionblob's temptations, even the forewarned and wary ones.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Pink Cushionblob

"You look tired and tense.  Would you like a massage?" the pink girl on the pink bed asked.

Both the girl and bed were very pink.  Not in the human-flesh-tone sense of pink, but the unnatural sort of artificial pink you'd expect to see on a manufactured item, like an inflatable or piece of plastic.  Their surfaces even had a similar level of translucency to a balloon or see-through rubber inflatable.

PFC Stewart Peter Bate called it a bed, but it was really just a circular mattress plonked on the floor.  It looked like a big rubber bladder filled with water, like one of those old sleazy waterbed mattresses without a frame.  The pink girl was naked and lay on top of it.  Her whole body—her skin, even—looked to be covered in the same translucent pink material that surrounded the mattress underneath her.  While the rest of her was slender and sexily proportioned, her boobs looked as though they'd been attached to an air hose.  Her tits were big and round and gave her the improbably proportioned figure of an anime pinup.  She smiled at Bate and rubbed the surface of the mattress as if she wanted him to lie down with her.

Bate felt a twinge between his shoulder blades.  It had been a long day.  Yes, he would like a relaxing massage.

He slipped out of his clothes and climbed up on the bed.

Not only did it look like a waterbed, it swayed, rocked and sloshed like a waterbed.  The surface looked like rubber, but it felt like warm, soft skin to touch.  It also felt slightly moist and there was a strong odor of exotic perfume in the air—as if the whole bed had been soaked in scented oils.

Bate wondered if the girl with the bubblegum-pink skin felt the same, especially those juicy big tits.  Smiling rakishly, Bate reached over to give them a good grope.

The girl smiled flirtatiously back at him, but batted his hands away before he could get a good feel.

"Later," she said.  "Massage first."

Bate couldn't push the issue, despite his obvious physical superiority to the girl.  The slippery and pitching surface of the bed made it too hard for Bate to both keep his balance and try and sneak his hands through the pink girl's defenses for a quick feel.  Instead he did as the pink girl requested and lay down on his front with his arms outstretched and his legs slightly apart.

He wished he had a bed like this back at camp.  It was so comfortable.  He sank into the soft mattress and was gently rocked by the movement of the water within it.

He felt a weight settle on his buttocks and lower back as she sat astride him.  Bate was already liking the direction this massage was taking.

"Can you do body-to-body?" he asked.

"If you like," she said.

"And can you use your tits?" he asked.  "I'd love to feel those puppies rubbing up and down my back."

"It would be a pleasure," she said.  "I'll cover you in my big soft boobs."

And pleasure it was.  She started with her hands.  First they slid over his back like the whisper of a lover's sigh.  Then she started to apply more pressure—pushing down with her palms and smoothing out the muscles on either side of his spine.  She needed no oil.  Her hands exuded a natural lubricant of their own.  She bent lower over him as her deft hands moved up to work on the taut muscles of his shoulders.  They slithered higher to unknot the kinks in his neck.

Her technique was unusual.  Where another masseuse might have kneaded the knots out with stiff fingers, her touch was light and gentle.  All she had to do was lay her soft hands on his flesh and all the tension underneath simply melted away.

The first part of the massage was to relax him.  The second was to inflame his arousal.  For that she used her tits.

He felt them against his back.  They were like two cushions filled with warm water that had little rubber nubs at their apex.  She squashed her breasts against him as she lay down on top of him.  Her soft boobs spread out across his back and he felt the warmth from them seep under his skin.

Like her hands, her breasts exuded a scented oil that acted as a lubricant.  Cushioned by her considerable chest, the cushionblob slid over Bate.  He felt her nipples trace lines up and down his back.  He felt them draw spirals on his shoulder blades.  He even felt her slide up high enough for him to feel the bulging pressure of her bust on either side of his head.

It was everything he wanted.  Her body against his lit up pleasure receptors all over his skin.

"I can feel another kind of tension," she said.  Her hand slithered between his thighs and fondled his nuts.  "Would you like me to take care of this as well?"

"That would really really make my day," Bate said.

She got him to lift his hips.  Not quite getting him to all fours, but high enough for her to get her skillful hands in underneath.  With her lovely swollen boobs pressed against his back, she wrapped wet hands around Bate's penis and stroked up and down.

It didn't take her long to bring him to full erection and then she held his swollen manhood so it was pointing straight down.  Using the full weight of her body, she pushed Bate's crotch back down onto the mattress.  The head of his cock came up against the elastic surface, but rather than sliding along it, the mattress gave way and Bate's erection plunged through into not water but warm viscous jelly.  The cushionblob was made of the same substance—she lay on top of Bate and her body softened until she covered the whole of him like a thick warm duvet... a stretchy rubber duvet that pinned Bate to the mattress and wouldn't let him pull free.  Not that Bate wanted to pull free.  He felt so comfortable and the rippling sensation of the jelly moving around his erection was like nothing he'd ever experienced.

The slime girl's core, a glob of darker and more viscous matter, rose up and pressed against Bate's erection.  His swollen glans dimpled the core's surface and then the rest rolled smoothly up around his shaft until his whole cock was engulfed.

"Let me take all your cares away," she whispered in his ear.

The bed and the girl were one, some part of his mind not currently smothered in bliss realized.  Or rather, she was an extension of the bed he was currently lying upon.  Or should that be in?  Her body had softened and melted around him until his head was the only part of him not currently buried beneath warm pink jelly.

Then the globular mass wrapped around his cock began to slowly pulsate in and out, and every last part of Bate's mind was lost to animal lusts.  With each throb ripples tickled up his shaft like many dexterous fingers applying a tantric massage to his member.  They squeezed, twisted and tugged until Bate could withstand it no more and he climaxed explosively.

The shuddering force of his ejaculation temporarily dislodged her core, but only for a moment before it returned—hungry—and engulfed him again.  Bate's erection was stretched out within it and sensitive spots on his shaft and glans were located and stimulated.  Bate shuddered as he came again.  This time his erection remained enveloped—the ejaculation a controlled milking.

The cushionblob rippled all over his back, the motions a whisper of bliss.

"Let it all out," she said to him.  "Release all that tension into me."

The mattress that was really part of her gelatinous body slowly throbbed as she squeezed out and absorbed his cum.  Bate's issue puffed out within her semi-transparent body as milky-white clouds.  Those clouds thickened as she drew more fluids out of Bate's body.  She held him in a state of insensate sexual bliss as she emptied him.  The last to be drawn out was his soul.  It sparkled within her as a cloud of glittering motes before fading away as she digested and absorbed it.

They eat our souls...?

Friday, January 22, 2016

H-space MGB Profile: Cephalotia Fleshpot

Name:  Cephalotia Fleshpot  (cn: Treehugger Fleshpot)
Type:  Plant
Habitat:  Jungle.  Dense Vegetation.

Resembles a plant and naked humanoid woman fused together.  The vegetative part consists of a single thick leaf rolled around to form a pot-shaped structure.  The humanoid part is fused within the pot wall and looks like a naked human female hugging the pot.  The buttocks and back are visible on the outside of the pot.  Her breasts protrude out from the inner wall and within the pot there is an opening that corresponds to where the vagina would be on a human woman.  The head hangs over the pot entrance in a way that makes it look as though she is sleeping.

They are sentient, intelligent and surprisingly will remain friendly even after their hypnotic scents are resisted.  They believe what they do to humans is not bad or evil... that most men would freely trade their lives for the pleasures they give them in their final moments.

Attack Strategy:
The cephalotia fleshpot lures prey to her by releasing a scent with both mild hypnotic and aphrodisiac effects.  This scent is dispersed over a wide area and can attract prey from a considerable distance.  When the prey comes close enough the pot emits a thick cloud of spores or pollen that, when inhaled, puts the victim into a highly suggestible state.  The fleshpot talks her victim into entering her pot, and once they do, the walls close around them and hold them in place while the fleshpot copulates with them.

Copulation is merely a way of getting the prey to produce semen, which is drunk by the plant.  In order to harvest the maximum amount of semen the fleshpot pumps a toxin up from reservoirs beneath the ground and secretes it through the pot walls.  This toxin is absorbed through the skin and acts on both the prostate and testes to stimulate the massive overproduction of seminal fluid and spermatozoa.  This production comes at the expense of other bodily functions and the fleshpot's toxin is powerful enough to force a human body to cannibalise its own tissues and organs to provide more raw materials for semen production.  The body literally falls apart as it ejaculates all its fluids and chemicals into the fleshpot's vaginal chamber.  Those parts not able to be converted into semen collapse into an organic mulch at the bottom of the pot and are absorbed by the plant over a slower period of time.

Why the plant (and this holds true for other hindigs) uses such a complex feeding mechanism to extract semen rather than drinking a more easily extracted bodily fluid such as blood is one of H-space's enduring mysteries.

Nose plugs.

Some of the toxins can be absorbed through the skin, so full hazmat protection is recommended when in close proximity to a cephalotia fleshpot.

The plant structure renders bullets ineffective.  A flamethrower is ideal providing the chemicals can be made to ignite.  Machetes will also do the job, although care must be taken to avoid contact with the plant's juices.

Threat Level:

Their luring scents can be potent and are dispersed over a wide area.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Cephalotia Fleshpot

The girl was fused with the plant.  PFC Stewart Peter Bate had seen a few weird sights since he'd been posted to H-space.  This might be the weirdest.  It was certainly the creepiest.

The plant was shaped like a big vase, maybe five and a half feet in height.  Bate had found it while wandering off one of the main pathways cut through the jungle.  He wasn't even sure how he'd ended up here to be honest.  He'd wandered off the main path on a whim and then blundered into this clearing and found a strange plant growing out of the bare soil.  The leaves were thick and had fused together to form a single pot.  The pot narrowed at a neck and then the leafy structure opened out to form a spongy frill.  In shape the whole thing resembled a piece of ancient earthenware.  The outside of the pot was leaf-green in color, blurring into red at the base.  The interior was all fleshy pinks and reds, so much so it made the entrance to the pot look uncomfortably like a mouth and gaping throat.  He supposed it could be some kind of pitcher plant, though, given its size, Bate wouldn't like to see the flies that made up its prey.

Then there was the girl.  She was naked and her skin seemed pink and healthy.  Until you got close enough to see otherwise, it looked as though she was hugging the plant.  A literal tree hugger.  On closer inspection it became obvious she'd been fused with the plant in some horrific fashion.  Bate circled the plant and confirmed it.

How had she ended up like this?  Was she part of an earlier scientific experiment to enter H-space that had gone horribly wrong and left her stuck like this?  Or maybe the plant was some kind of parasite that had infected her and grown out of her body before taking root.

Her corpse was remarkably well preserved.  From the way her head lolled over the entrance to the pot you could be forgiven for thinking she was just sleeping.

Such a pity, Bate thought.  She had a real peach of an ass as well.  Seeing her naked backside caused vulgar thoughts to bubble to the forefront of his mind.  He reached down and gave her right butt cheek an experimental squeeze.  It felt like flesh—warm, living flesh.  It felt exactly like the ass of a hot woman was supposed to feel, and Bate had been fortunate enough to feel a few.

How?  Was the plant preserving her body somehow?

Bate moved around to the other side of the plant.  Her head hung over the entrance to the pot, the face obscured by a mass of shiny blonde curls.

Those vulgar little impulses were still floating at the forefront of Bate's mind.  He wondered if the front of her body was visible on the inside.  He wondered if it was naked like her back.  Mostly he wondered if he could catch a glimpse of her tits.

Peering into the pot, he thought he could see two circular lumps sticking out of the back wall.

He grabbed the lip of the pot and leaned over to get a better look.  The leafy frill felt thick and spongy.  It felt more animal than vegetable.  Bate ignored it and peered deeper into the pot.

Yes, they were her tits and they were just as naked as her ass.  He could see the pink nubs of her nipples.  Funny how that still gave him a thrill despite the poor girl's wretched state.

The pot contracted and a dense cloud of green, red and pink motes whooshed up into Bate's face.  He was smothered in a thick soup of sweaty odors.  There was rot in there, and meat, but mostly it was a concentrated blend of sex and similar body odors.  It smelt like a loose slut had parked her ass on his face after being banged by everyone else in the squad.

Bate reeled backwards.  No matter how hard he hacked and coughed he couldn't rid himself of the stench.

"Are you okay?"

Bate looked up and was surprised to see that the girl had lifted her head up, opened her eyes and was looking at him.

She was alive?

"I could ask the same of you," he said.

"Why?" the girl asked.

"Does it hurt," Bate asked, "being fused with the plant like that?"

"No, this is my body.  This is what I am and how I've always been."

She smiled at Bate's obvious confusion.

"You must be new to the garden."

Bate didn't understand what she was talking about.  Garden?  This was H-space.

He felt a little woozy.  And hot.  It was like the air had thickened and become more humid.

"Would you like to fuck me?" the fleshpot asked.

"How?  I mean... you're not human."

It wasn't just the plant parts.  The bone structure of her face wasn't quite right and her ears were long and pointed—elfin.

"Are our bodies even compatible?" Bate asked.

How could they be?  Humanity had never set foot here before.

"We are compatible with all who come to the garden," the fleshpot said.  "And all who visit are welcome to partake of our pleasures."

Bate looked doubtful.  She was stuck in the side of a giant pitcher plant.

"Experience for yourself," the fleshpot said.  "Climb inside me.  I'll take care of everything."

The pot throbbed and another thick cloud belched out of the top.  Bate's wits felt a little slow.  He stood there and breathed it in.  The air felt warmer and even more humid.  His nuts itched.

He stared at the entrance to the pot.  The opening was bright red and moist like an open throat.  It expanded and contracted as if breathing and the motions hypnotized Bate.

Yes, he would climb inside.

He stripped off and looked at the plant.  The opening was about five feet off the ground.  The pot was sturdy.  It didn't collapse when he grabbed the side and jumped up.  He put his ankles and feet inside the gaping maw and slid inside.

The pot closed up around him.  If felt like he'd been wrapped up in a warm duvet and she was hugging him through it.  The walls were soft, warm and spongy.  It felt like the girl was in there with him.  Her soft tits pressed up against his chest.  Her lips met his and tasted like sweet exotic fruits.

His erection swelled and was drawn up into her vagina.

Was it her vagina?  It was where he'd expect a pussy to be, but didn't feel quite the same.  Bate's cock pushed up between two fleshy flaps and entered a chamber filled with a warm liquid that was thick and sticky like honey.  She'd been right about him not needing to do anything.  The walls of the pot throbbed and the movements pushed him in and out of her sticky cunt.

Veins pulsed on the outside of the plant.  Bulges marked the passage of fluids as they travelled up and were deposited into the central well.  Bate was too busy kissing her—too busy enjoying the sensation of his cock plunging back and forth into her honey-lined pussy—to notice what was going on.  Sticky fluids oozed out of the spongy walls and soaked into his skin.

He caught an unpleasant smell, like meat gone bad, which caused him to break off the kiss.  His brow creased.  His thoughts still felt dull and it was a struggle to think.  Was it really such a good idea to step into something that resembled a giant pitcher plant?

"What's the matter, baby?" the fleshpot asked.

The veins on the outside of the plant continued to throb as more fluids were pumped up into the pitcher.

"It feels wet in here," Bate said.

"That's you, baby," the fleshpot said.  "You're making me all wet inside."

Her lips bunched up and she blew a cloud of fine pink pollen in Bate's face.  It smelt sweet and exotic, just like her.  Inhaling the cloud did things to Bate.  It submerged all his doubts and replaced them with an overwhelming desire to fuck.  His cock swelled up harder than he'd ever felt before.  His balls felt as swollen as if he'd gone a month without fucking.

"And my fluids will help you come," she said.  "Help you come lots."

She pressed her lips against Bate's and drowned him in exotic sweetness.  The outer veins bulged and carried more fluids into the pot.  The spongy walls dripped with sticky liquids.  The pot squeezed tight around Bate and undulating motions of the fleshy sides massaged the warm fluids into his flesh.  Contractions at the level of his buttocks aided his thrusts as he dipped in and out of her honeyed sex.  She sensed his moment of climax was approaching and the fleshy pot squeezed tight, driving his erection deep inside a honey-filled chamber that contracted around his manhood.  That took him over the edge and he emptied a massive load of semen inside her.

That should have been the end.  It wasn't.  Bate felt warm over.  And horny.  So incredibly horny.  He was ready to spurt again... spurt even more.

And he did.  It only took a few more back and forth thrusts, another sweet whisper from her soft lips, another clench of her sticky sex, and he was ejaculating an even bigger load than before.

The pot pulsed around him.  Throbbing veins carried more sticky fluids to be massaged into Bate's flesh.  Those fluids helped Bate come.  They helped his body produce more cum.  They helped his body break down all those tissues and organs it didn't need any more so Bate could keep coming and coming.  They helped him keep coming and coming in that honey-lined chamber until his bliss-filled face fell in and he crumpled into an organic slurry of waste products at the bottom of the pot.

Her meal finished, the fleshpot's pot gave a belch that expelled a thick cloud reeking of rotten meat.  She closed her eyes, settled into a contented sleep and waited for her aphrodisiac scents to lure in her next meal.

Monday, January 18, 2016

A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 10

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8, Part 9

Nÿte crouched next to him and frowned.  "Maybe fucking you was not such a good idea.  It's piqued my appetite and those little squirts were nowhere near enough to sate my hunger.  Hmm, are there any students around here you don't particularly like?  No... no... that's a horribly unfair thing to ask of a decent human being."

She made some strange hand movements and said some words that slipped straight past his ears.  Slender black cords whipped out of the walls and coiled around Devin's arms and legs.  Then there was a discombobulating blur of movement and up was down and down was up.

Given a moment to get his bearings back, Devin realised he'd been trussed up like a hog and suspended from the ceiling.  Nÿte was on her knees beneath him.  She placed a hand around his dangling cock.

"You see, it's not because you have no more juice.  Our problem here is that the little trollop has pumped you so full of aphrodisiac pheromones I have to be very careful in how I get you off.  Get it wrong and I'll tip you over into an unstoppable final climax that will cause all your vital fluids to fountain out through your prick, your heart to burst, and your soul to be rent asunder.  And we wouldn't want that," Nÿte said as she pumped Devin's cock and it sprang back to full hardness like an iron bar.

While her one hand stroked up and down his shaft, she gripped his balls with her other.  She teased them out from his body and did some weird stretching massage thing to them that started off feeling odd, but then went on to feel really nice.

"I can't risk touching you with my softer parts—my lips, tits or pussy—but I'm sure you'll find my hands to be sufficient."

They were more than sufficient.  Devin's eyes closed as she started to do complicated things with her fingers that gave him little oohs of pleasure.  What was she doing?  He couldn't see.  It felt like she'd stretched out his penis and her fingers were tapping, twisting, kneading... stimulating nerve endings all over the head and shaft.  Was this some kind of tantric thing?  It felt a lot more intense than a normal wank.

Nÿte dabbed a tongue against his urethral opening and lapped up some of his pre-cum.

"Still a little dry," she said.

Then, before Devin realised it was happening, she poked a finger up his bum.

Nÿte saw his shocked look and rolled her eyes.

"I don't know why men are so fearful of being touched here.  There are a lot of sensitive nerve endings.  If stimulated correctly it can be most pleasant."

She did just that, and Devin whooshed out a surprised ooh.

Her finger roamed deeper, seeking out Devin's prostate.

"And it enables me to get to this lovely little gland," Nÿte said.  "It makes orgasms big, wet and deliciously juicy."

She pumped her hand up and down Devin's cock.  Her finger stroked against the side of his prostate gland.  A warm feeling spread through Devin's loins and broke with a flood of pleasure.  He wasn't even sure if he was pissing or coming.  The flow was long and slow like a good solid piss, but it brought with it the mind-blowing euphoria of a really good ejaculation.

Judging be her slurps, gulps and little murmurs of pleasure, Nÿte was catching the stream in her mouth.  After the flow subsided, her white face appeared before Devin and he noticed a trickle of semen running from the corner of her mouth.

"Most delicious," she said.

Her black tongue poked out and lapped up the rogue dribble.

Devin's head was drooping.  After rattling around his ribcage like a caffeine-dosed hummingbird, his heart was flat out on the floor and gasping.  He felt like a bag of water that had sprung a leak and emptied out all its contents.

Nÿte slapped him back to full alertness.

"Don't you dare die on me," she said.  "Carnivrillarofax would be very disappointed and I'd have to take it out on your soul for having such a pathetically frail body."

That got Devin's heart pumping again.  He looked around and saw the black inflatable walls had retreated and his room was back to how it was before... almost.  He was still trussed up and suspended helplessly from the ceiling.

"Your thanks were gratefully received," Nÿte said.

She sucked on one of her fingers as if it was a delicious lollipop.  Devin realised that was the finger she'd stuck up his bum.  Yep, succubi were pure filth.

She turned and walked to the door.

"Wait, you can't leave me like this," Devin said.

Nÿte gave him a mischievous smile.  "You'll be okay.  Someone will come along and help you down."

"But then they'll tell everyone.  It's going to be—"

"Yes, yes, it will be very embarrassing.  The whole hall, maybe even the whole university, will hear about the kinky new student who let themselves be tied up and hung from their ceiling.  Most of them will make fun of you and you'll be the butt of their jokes for the whole year.  But..." she paused for emphasis, "...there will be one among them that won't laugh.  She'll be intrigued to hear about the student that shares similar kinks and interests to her, kinks she can't really talk about with anyone else.  She will seek you out and, after you discover you have much in common, you'll have a wild time together at university, maybe longer."

Put like that, it didn't seem too bad, Devin thought.

However, virtually all the students he'd come across had seemed a staid, unadventurous bunch.

"What if there isn't anyone into this?"

It was too late.  Nÿte had already left.


And that's all.  I hope you enjoyed this impromptu little mini-serial.  Next up Succubus Summoning 212 (Yes, seriously!)

Also, if you've enjoyed this mini-serial, please check out my books for other sexy, smutty, scary stories featuring succubi and other monster girls.

Friday, January 15, 2016

Sandwiched by Scyllas is out!

The latest in the Sandwiched by series, "Sandwiched by Scyllas", is out!

You can buy it for the very cheap price of 0.99 from
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Here's the blurb:

Sandwiched by is a sexy series of monster girl erotic horror shorts from the master of dark erotica, M. E. Hydra.  The fourth in the series, “Sandwiched by Scyllas”, sees a man tangled in the lascivious tentacles of two tempting octopus girls.

Neville Salmon, an overweight man with a troubled past, is at Europe’s largest adult entertainment expo when he wanders into a backstage area and comes across two sexy women relaxing in a big bubbly hot tub.  To his surprise, they ask him to join them in their Jacuzzi for some frothy fun.  Unbeknownst to Neville, the two women, Cilla and Karen, are a pair of nonhuman scyllas possessing some extremely naughty tentacles.  They intend giving Neville an unforgettable moment, but it’s one he might not survive...

Sandwiched by.  One dude, two sexy babes.  A perfect fantasy... or maybe not...

If you like what I do online with all the stories, mini-serials and monster girl game reviews/playthroughs, and was wondering how best to support me so I can continue to do what I do, here's your answer.  Buy my books if you can.  It's a great deal as you get to read even more sexy succubus/monster girl smut!

(and there are tentacles this time.  Really naughty tentacles...)

Thursday, January 14, 2016

H-space MGB Profile: Sleeping Beauty Mimic

Name:  Sleeping Beauty Mimic
Type:  Mimic (like the RPG creatures that disguise themselves as chests)
Habitat:  Ruins.  Anywhere we are.

Takes the form of a highly attractive woman lying naked on a big bed.  Both the bed and woman are the same organism.  It is unknown how they get about or what form they take while out in the wild.  Some have been encountered in abandoned ruins, others have somehow managed to infiltrate our camps.  They trap and squeeze the fluids out of any men foolish enough to climb on top of them.

Attack Strategy:
None as such.  They lie in wait for potential prey to climb up on the bed.  People do this either to check the naked woman is okay or, in some cases, take advantage of her sexually.  The mimic can make parts of her body extremely adhesive.  Once prey is stuck in place, the rest of the mimic folds up around them.  If the captured victim is male, the mimic milks them and absorbs the resulting ejaculate.  They are very adept at this and can bring most males to multiple climaxes in a very short period of time.

If this was all, the mimics would be very popular amongst the ground staff and we'd see a line of horny young men queuing up to take a turn on the mimic's 'bed'.  Unfortunately, once a captive can produce no more semen, the mimic will keep squeezing their body until they're crushed in order to drink the fluids that leak out of the mangled remains.  This is as gruesomely unpleasant as it sounds.

The mimic's outer surface is tough and resistant to bullets and cutting.  If attacked it will curl up in a defensive ball.  Fire and caustic chemicals are effective.

However, this is all rather unnecessary.  The mimic has no additional alluring agents and poses no threat to a forewarned and wary soldier.  Just don't get on the damn bed.

Threat Level:

Seriously, just don't get on the damn bed.  Don't be a Darwin Award winner.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Sleeping Beauty Mimic

PVT Stewart Peter Bate was surprised and a little happy when he found the unconscious naked girl on a bed.  He knew she was unconscious rather than sleeping because she hadn't stirred when Bate had put a hand on one of her big boobs and given it a squeeze.

Not fake, he noted approvingly.

He wondered what she—and the bed—were doing here.

The bed was possibly the weirder of the two.

There were plenty of reasons why she could be here.  She could be a medic, auxiliary, scientist... heck, they were even letting the weaker sex carry guns nowadays.  The bed was tougher to rationalize.  It was big, fancy and had a deep mattress.  Bate had no idea what it was doing in this otherwise deserted underground complex.  Maybe it had gotten spliced here or something like that.  He'd heard that could happen—freak events that caused bits of our world to disappear and show up here in H-space.  He remembered hearing about an explo squad coming across a children's playground in the middle of nowhere.

The naked girl was a real sweetie.  Blonde, big-titted, slim belly, nice legs—just how Bate liked them.

And totally out of it...

Was it one of theirs?  He knew the eggheads were feeling the strain of not making sense of things out here.  Had one of them gone off the reservation and engaged in some ethics-free experimentation?  The girl was out of it so deep Bate reckoned she had to have been drugged.

Bate ran through some calculations in his head.  Here he was, in an out-of-the-way room, with a bed and a sleeping beauty.

Now this is what was commonly known as an opportunity...

Bate checked both ways along the corridor outside.  He closed the door and leaned a chair up against the handle.

Bate had grown up with nothing and still didn't have much.  He'd learned that whenever God handed you an opportunity, you took it.

He didn't think he had long.  He didn't need long.  A quick in'n'out, bust out a nut—that's all the long he needed.

She'd never know it happened.  That made it a victimless crime as far as Bate was concerned.  And if there was no victim, was it really a crime?

He put his gun and kit away to one side and got up on the bed.  The mattress was a little soft, but that was fine.  He looked at the girl sprawled out before him and could barely rein in his excitement.  She looked so cute and unsullied—like a small-town cheerleader before she'd been gone through by the whole football team.

Bate leaned over her and gave both her breasts a squeeze.  These were some fine titties.  He gave them a jiggle and plumped them together.  Real fine titties.

Bate turned his attentions to between her legs.  Down there she was shaved and very neat and tidy.  Just the way Bate liked 'em.  He slid a finger up between her folds.  Nice and tight.  Bate liked 'em that way too.

The girl didn't stir.  They must have shot her up with something powerful.

Best not hang around, Bate thought.

He fished a condom out of one of his pockets and gave it a kiss.  Bate always carried one around.  You never knew when you were going to get lucky.  And, right now, Bate was lucky.  He dropped his trousers and slid the rubber over his boner.  Best to be safe when it came to strange pussy.  You never knew where strange pussy had been and what it had allowed inside it.  Better safe than STD.

He pushed her legs apart to grant better access to her sex.  He spat in his palm and rubbed the spit along his shaft.  Get it all lubed up, he thought to himself.  Then, slide it in.

Bate did just that.  The girl was tight, but also surprisingly moist.

Someone's dreaming slutty dreams," he chuckled.

He grabbed a generous handful of each tit and moved his hips up and down on top of her.

"Oh yeah, you have one tight cooze," Bate said down to the unconscious girl.

Oh yeah, this was good.  Tight.  Warm.  It wouldn't take him long.  Yeah, slide it in deep, fire that nut off, then be gone.  No one would ever know.

The girl opened her eyes and looked up at Bate.  That alone would have been bad enough, but it was worse.  His sweet little blonde cheerleader had black pebbles for eyes and a smile like one of those possessed people in horror films.

One of Bate's most important rules when it came to fucking was don't stick your dick in cray-cray.

Bate was balls deep in cray-cray.

Bate was stuck balls deep in cray-cray.

He couldn't pull out.  It was like she was full of glue.

It wasn't the only place he was stuck.  His hands were stuck to her titties, only they didn't feel too much like titties any more.  He tried to pull his right hand away and her flesh stretched with it like flesh-colored taffy.

The girl languidly wrapped her legs around Bate's waist.  He tried to pull free, failed, lost his balance and fell down on her.  Her titties definitely weren't right.  His left hand sank into her big round breast right up to his wrist.  The same happened to his right hand as he tried to pull himself out.  The thing that resembled a naked blonde cheerleader gave a little flex and Bate's arms sank into her up to the elbows.

What was happening?  What the fuck was happening!

The girl put her arms around him like a lover embracing her love.  It wasn't just her.  The mattress rose up on either side of them.  He was sinking with the girl into the mattress and the rest of the bed was slowly folding up around them.

The lingering awareness he'd been engaged in illegal activity kept him from crying out until it was too late.  That option was taken away from him.  The mimic placed a hand on the back of his head and forced him down until her lips met his.  Her lips glued to him and formed a sticky seal around his mouth.  They stretched and held like elastic as Bate tried to pull away.  His cries were smothered in her mouth.

In the panic he'd forgotten he was still inside her.  He remembered again in a hurry as her malleable pussy started to squeeze and tug his pride'n'joy.  His boner should have been long dead, but the mimic kept him hard and aroused with skillful ministrations of her soft cunt.

Her pussy was way more malleable and dexterous than any human pussy.  She peeled the condom off Bate's cock and swallowed it into her body.  Then the stimulation began in earnest.  Her sticky pussy assaulted his erection with a series of squeezes and jerks that made Bate feel like he'd been tied up and left in the hands of a highly experienced rub'n'tug joint hooker.

That calmed Bate a little.  He'd heard about the hindig denizens of H-space.  Supposedly they were more interested in fucking than eating, and her touches seemed more lascivious than hungry.

Still, it was disconcerting as she folded up around him and he sank into her.  Her malleable body engulfed his arms and rippled against his back and sides.

Bate's fears lessened as she continued to manipulate his cock with deft squeezes and tugs.  Was it a hand or her pussy?  Whatever Bate's cock was in, it felt like the best of both.

Yeah, she was way too good.  Bate shuddered in bliss and emptied a full nut inside her.  She drank it up like a sponge.  Bate was fine with that.  If she was going to keep working his cock like that, she could drink his cum all day and night.

If Bate had known that was exactly what the mimic intended to do with him, and what it would do to his body, he might have felt differently.

The second orgasm followed right after the first.  That felt awesome too.  So did the third.  The fourth wasn't bad, but Bate felt twinges in both his cock and nuts after the euphoric high had worn off.  A few more orgasms and he wanted her to stop as it was starting to hurt.  The mimic kept going and pumped another couple of orgasms out of Bate.  Now his balls were dry and no more would come out no matter how skillfully the mimic squeezed him.

The mimic squeezed his whole body instead.  She drew Bate deeper into her and squeezed and squeezed until his bones snapped, his internal organs ruptured and his body scrunched down into a little ball.  She drank the fluids that leaked from his mangled form and kept squeezing until no more fluids emerged.

All they found of PVT Stewart Peter Bate was his discarded kit.

Monday, January 11, 2016

A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 9

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7, Part 8

"Mmm, you know, I've just thought of something you can do."  She closed the door and gave Devin a smile filled with predatory lust.  "We can do."

Devin's heartrate kicked up in his chest.  The demon wasn't leaving.

"How much did you spunk into that little trollop's cunt?" Nÿte asked.

She took a step towards the bed.  A step nearer to Devin.

"Um," Devin said.  "I don't know."

Nÿte gestured with her hands and said something so alien his ears failed to pick it up at all.  Darkness expanded out of the walls, floor and ceiling.

What's this? Devin thought.  The walls were closing in on him, literally.  It looked like someone had fixed black rubber air mattresses to the walls and was pumping them up with air.  They looked solid enough, but he watched one bulge outwards in between his shelves.  Rather than displacing his books and miniatures and knocking them onto the floor, the encroaching wall flowed around and swallowed them up as though it was a film of oil.  The same thing happened with the bed underneath Devin, although the intangibility only seemed to apply to the furniture.  The rising floor felt solid enough beneath Devin and carried him up with it.  It felt similar to lying on an inflatable rubber mattress, only the surface felt warmer, softer and smoother.

The walls, floors and ceiling stopped expanding when the room had shrunk to maybe a third of its original size.  All of Devin's furniture had been absorbed.  He lay on the floor of a rubber cube with dimpled black walls.  Nÿte was crouched over in the far corner with her knees apart.

"Instant sex dungeon," Devin remarked.

"So you like the sound of that?" Nÿte asked.


Devin decided he should be very careful about what he said next.  While the look of dommes in sexy black leather or PVC was a massive turn-on for him, he was less enthused about the S part in BDSM.  Getting beaten sounded painful no matter how sexy the woman doing the beating looked.  And he really didn't want to think about the level of hurt a demon dominatrix could inflict.

"The sex part more than the dungeon part," he said.

"Oh good, so you do want me to fuck you," Nÿte said.  She unzipped her crotch and her sex gaped hungrily.  "How splendid."

And then she was on top of him, her luscious black lips smooching his neck, his face, his lips.  She reached down and wrapped a hand around Devin's cock.  Her touch felt like pure, delicious sin and blood raced down until Devin's manhood was rock-hard and throbbing.

How did they do it? Devin thought.  How did they make you feel like they were the one thing you wanted more than anything else in the world, even after you knew the pleasures would likely kill you?

Then Nÿte steered him into her warm, wet sex and all other thoughts were blown away.  It was less like sliding into a moist fleshy tunnel and more like plunging into a tub of warm soft putty... putty that was alive and in motion.  Her sex squeezed up all around Devin's erection and formed lapping tongues to wriggle up and down his shaft.  It bunched up around the base of his shaft in a muscular ring and sucked.  And...

...well it started to get hazy at that point.  Everything blurred into one overwhelming tide of sexual euphoria.  Nÿte lay upon him, her big tits pressed against his chest, and sucked and kissed him up into some kind of sexual nirvana.

He thought he had nothing left.  He thought Boo had drained all the cum out of his balls.

Nÿte found more.

Her sex packed tightly around him, tugged and pumped an orgasm right out of him.  Not just one either.  The first hadn't even subsided when her sex pulsed and Devin was shuddering in the throes of another climax.

It felt... unbelievable.

Black spots danced before Devin's eyes.  His breath came out in short gasps, as though he'd just finished a sprint.  His heart fluttered uncertainly against his ribcage.

Nÿte put a hand on his chest and frowned.

"Tsk, that little trollop took more out of you than I thought.  As much as I enjoy this position, it doesn't give me the requisite margin of control required for these circumstances."

Proving her point, she shifted slightly on his lap and even this small movement was enough to trigger another eruption from Devin's overworked body.  It no longer felt like he'd just finished a sprint, now he felt like he'd just run a mile.

"Mmm, yes.  This is a clearly an unsuitable position," Nÿte said.

Her sex pulled back from Devin's cock and she got off him.  Devin was pleased to note he had just enough dignity to not mewl like a toddler whose toys had been taken away as his erection left the soft, fleshy clasp of her vagina.  Goddamn succubi.  He wanted her even though he knew a couple more orgasms like the one's he'd just experienced would end him for good.  Is this what it was like to be an addict?

Nÿte crouched next to him and frowned.  "Maybe fucking you was not such a good idea.  It's piqued my appetite and those little squirts were nowhere near enough to sate my hunger.  Hmm, are there any students around here you don't particularly like?"

to be concluded...  (for real this time)

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Cover Preview: Sandwiched by Scyllas

Had to wait for some various things, but here's the projected cover for the next novella in the Sandwiched by series:

I'm still working on the ebook formatting.  I'll let you all know as soon as it's available to buy on Amazon and other places.

Friday, January 08, 2016

H-space MGB Profile: Mist Devil

Name:  Mist Devil
Type:  Elemental [Air]  (They won’t allow me to use Ghost)
Habitat:  Lowland.  Marshy areas.  Woodland.

A pretty young woman formed out of dense white mist or smoke and wreathed in clouds.  Their hands are disproportionately larger and more indistinct in form than the rest of their body.  Their legs terminate in denser white clouds that float just above the surface of the ground.  They move by gliding at a speed comparable to a moderate walking pace.

They are capable of turning to mist and back again at will.  While normally intangible, they can make their bodies become dense enough to support the weight of an adult human male.

There are reports of male versions, but as of yet these have not been corroborated.

Attack Strategy:
They are not capable of sustained rapid movement, so the mist devil will either creep up on their intended prey while disguised as mist or attempt to lure prey to them with their naked bodies.  As they don’t appear to utilise any additional tempting factors such as pheromones or hypnosis, anyone allowing themselves to be lured in this manner should collect a Darwin Award for stupidity on the way to meeting their maker.

Once close enough they will attempt to smother their victim either by placing their hands over the victim’s nose and mouth or pressing their gaseous ass or breast into the victim’s face.  Inhaling part of the mist devil’s gaseous form has a strong sedative effect.  Once the victim is subdued the mist devil surrounds them with her gaseous body and solidifies enough to support them.  She then fills their lungs with a strong aphrodisiac gas and manifests feeding tubes, which are used first to stimulate her prey to repeated ejaculations and then to drain their life energy* until all vital functions cease.

*I must apologise for the vagueness of this.  Truth is, we don’t know what causes her victims to die.  The bodies we’ve recovered show none of the massive fluid loss seen with other hindig victims, or any other sign of injury.  Somehow the mist devils use the moment of climax as a catalyst to enable them to draw the spark of life out of their victim.  I know it sounds unscientific, but I can’t think of a better way to explain it.


This cannot be stressed strongly enough.  Currently we have absolutely nothing that harms these beings in the slightest.  If you see one, or are in an environment where you think one is present, get the hell out of there as soon as possible.

(I have a theory that a very strong wind might be enough to permanently disperse their gaseous forms.  The problem is how to generate strong enough air currents given the high failure rate of our machinery and explosives under H-space physical laws.)

Threat Level:
Moderate to High.


Thankfully they appear to be quite rare and show no desire in engaging us in a concerted attack, otherwise their threat level would be considerably higher.

Thursday, January 07, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Mist Devil

Guns don’t work.  No problem.  PFC Stewart Peter Bate carried a good old-fashioned saber.  So old-fashioned it looked like it had once been wielded by a cavalryman in the Civil War.  It hadn’t.  It wasn’t an antique but a functional replica of a Model 1860 Light Cavalry Saber.  The men had laughed at him for carrying it around, but he’d ended up with the last laugh, not that he took any pleasure from it.

The scientists thought the laws of physics here might be different to how they were back home, and might even vary from place to place.  That meant that whenever you pulled the trigger on a gun it was a crapshoot whether the gun fired or not.  That wasn’t the case with Bate’s trusty sword.  Good old steel didn’t rely on physics and chemistry.  If you stabbed something in the guts it stayed stabbed.

Bate looked up and wondered which way to go.  It was night, which was weird in itself.  Up until now he’d thought this place didn’t do night.  He was ankle deep in some kind of marsh and surrounded by brackish pools and long reeds.  Thick mist clung low to the ground in a ghostly blanket.  There was a strong odor in the air.  Given his surroundings he would have expected it to be the fetid reek of rotting vegetation.  Instead it was a reek of a different kind—like his nose was buried in the pussy of a hooker with hygiene issues.

Bate forged on.  It was what he was trained to do.

Ahead and to the left of him there was a disturbance in the ground fog.  Mist billowed up in a thick cloud and coalesced in the form of a pretty young woman with large, naked breasts.  She gave him an adorable smile and spread her arms as if she wanted to embrace him.

Bate wasn’t fooled.  He slashed at her with his trusty Model 1860.

The girl laughed and slid out of reach of his swing as if blown by an unseen wind.  She circled him and blew taunting air kisses.  Her slender, pale body was wreathed in billowing white clouds.

What was she—alien, ghost, wraith, demon?  Bate kept swinging at her with his saber and each time she smoothly glided out of range.

When Bate stopped slashing at her she squeezed her tits together and gave him lewd come-ons that were far too crude to hold any appeal for him.  All the while she hovered teasingly just out of range.

Bate feigned turning away and was able to catch her mid-taunt.  Not that it improved matters much—she was as insubstantial as the mist she appeared to be composed of.  Some of her misty body caught on his sword as it swished through her body.  It simply slid off and returned to the main mass after his saber came out the other side.  He’d cut her in half and all she did was smile at him as her two halves drifted back together and she reformed.

Screw this.

She was incorporeal, like a ghost.  If he couldn’t touch her then it meant she couldn’t touch him.  All this teasing and taunting was just an annoyance holding him up.  He turned his back on her and stomped away.

The apparition drifted after him.  She came up behind him and put gaseous hands over his nose and mouth.

“Breathe.  Breathe deep,” she whispered to him.

Bate knew that was a bad idea, but it was too late, he’d already been drawing in a breath when her hands smothered him.  He drew the misty substance of her body down into his lungs.  Once there, the drugs contained within her gaseous form were absorbed across into his bloodstream and spread out through his body.

Bate tried to hold his breath and force her off.  To no avail—she clung to him like a bad smell and his hands passed right through her incorporeal form.  The drugs in his system were already taking effect.  He felt duller... slower...

He took another breath without realizing, filling his lungs with more tainted air.

It wasn’t so bad.  It smelt like sweet perfume.

Bate’s legs buckled beneath him.

He didn’t fall all the way to the floor.  Her cloudy form had solidified enough for her to support his weight.  It was like dropping into a big pile of soft cushions.  The mist devil lay with him, with her misty hands still covering his mouth and nose.

Bate breathed in and the mist devil let him inhale a different drug.  This was a stronger perfume that excited his senses and caused his penis to become engorged with blood.

Other unseen hands had already unbuckled and pulled down Bate’s trousers.  His erection rose unconstrained.  Not that it was visible.  His groin and most of his lower body were buried in drifts of fluffy white clouds.

“I’m so empty,” the mist devil whispered in his ear.  “Please fill me.”

Her breath tickled his earlobe.  Within the clouds covering his genitals it felt like many warm mouths were at work.  They blew on his cock and balls... licked them... sucked.  Bate shivered in pleasure as his cock was drawn up into a tight, warm tunnel with velvet-soft walls.

“Fill me with your life and energy,” the mist devil breathed in his ear.  “I’ll make you feel so nice.”

Bate inhaled more of her drugged gas.  A pleasant buzz spread through his body and sent tingling fingers down to tickle his balls.  The clouds pulsed and throbbed around his groin, stroked and tickled.  Feather-light caresses brushed up his shaft, as light as mist and yet sensation enough to stroke him all the way to release.

He sighed into her smothering hands and his body bucked as he emptied a thick load of cum into the opaque fog wreathing his crotch.  The mist devil sighed her own pleasure.  The clouds thickened around Bate’s sex.  It was no longer feather-light strokes, but firm grips and lusty tugs.

Bate’s cock continued to throb as he expelled more bolts of semen.  They were drawn from him as if gulped down by a hungry gullet.  Dimly, he became aware there was something in the fog smothering his genitals.  He saw a knotted tube, pale like an underground-dwelling worm.  Bulges travelled down it and into the clouds he lay upon.  Each bulge came after a blissful eruption from Bate’s throbbing member.

“Don’t concern yourself with that.”  The mist devil tilted his head so he was staring into her pale, ethereally beautiful face.  “Inhale, and then release it all in me.”

Bate breathed in more of her perfumed gas and his perturbation melted away.  He relaxed back into her soft form and smiled as she whispered sweet nothings in his ear.

The throbbing bulges at his crotch grew larger as Bate grew weaker and colder, until finally, his vitality fully drained, the mist devil let his body fall onto the reeds and sodden mire.  She rose and left his cooling corpse behind as she drifted off in search of fresh prey.

Wednesday, January 06, 2016

Introducing the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary

...or as it will more likely be known—the really really grimdark book of sexy monster girls.

I like creating weird and wonderful monsters.  I’ve always wanted to create a monster bestiary.  This year I decided to start putting one together.  Kenkou Cross’s Monster Girl Encyclopedia is incredibly popular online after all.  I’m envisioning the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary (which we’ll abbreviate to MGB from here on—that combination of letters is still unused as far as I’m aware) as a sort of Western equivalent, with a heavy emphasis on sort of.

KC’s MGE is excellent.  As is Monster Girl Quest and Okayado’s Everyday MonsterGirls (known as Monster Musume in the West).  What I don’t want to do is simply copy them.  Yeah, I’d be creating something that was in English, but it’s not as if those works aren’t heavily translated already.   I already have my own slant on sexy monster girls and succubi in my fiction, so it would make sense to draw on that.  My take will likely be a little darker.  I’ve seen criticisms pop up on monster girl discussion threads from time to time that the MGE and EMG universes can be a little too light and fluffy.  Some people like their bad girls and bad ends to be bad.  Well that’s something I can do!

(As an aside, there is no ‘right’ interpretation here.  Some people like their sexy, evil demonesses sexy and evil, and others like their cute monster girls to take them home for Sexy-Snu-Snu Ever After.  Both are fine.  The MGE (mostly) does the latter.  For the MGB I thought I’d do the former.)

(As another aside.  If someone likes one of the H-space monster girls, but would rather they didn’t do the awful things that will inevitably happen in the final paragraph, feel free to imagine—or even write fiction about—them doing nicer things instead.  I don’t really care much for arguments on what is or isn’t canon.  I’ll probably be writing about the deliciously twisted and evil ones because horror-head needs to be let out of his cage to play now and again, but that doesn’t mean the nicer ones don’t exist.  Have fun however you see fit.)

(Which brings me to the last silly aside.  I’d love to see people have fun with this.  Both MGE and MGQ have generated tons of fanart and fanfiction all over the internet.  I’m hoping my H-space Monster Girl Bestiary will give those communities some new toys to play with.  Of course, this is also up to me to create toys people want to play with!)

What form will this take?

A short short story (1000-1500ish words) of the sexy (maybe) monster girl doing her ‘thing’ followed by a short profile summarising what she looks like and what her ‘thing’ is.  The plan is for a new one every week.  If I get behind, or find I need a breather, I’ve got a few pre-existing H-space stories I can create profiles from.  Or post fragments from if the story happens to be one of my eBook exclusives (expect much shilling of my own books those weeks – horror-erotica writers, even the crazy ones, gotta eat).

So no artwork?

Nope, sadly.  My art skills have atrophied to point of uselessness.  The short stories will give detailed (and extremely graphic!) scenes of the monster girls in action, but I know they won’t have the immediacy or going-viral potential of sexy illustrations.  Creators have to stick to their strengths and mine is words rather than line and ink.  Actually, I’m kind of hoping this takes off enough for people to start rattling off their own fanart, but again that’s largely down to me coming up with designs that fire people’s imaginations.  (to be honest, I’ve not got a good track record here—the only artwork I’ve ever seen related to my work was a fairly bad picture of Verdé, and the artist only did it because they thought the author was someone else.  sigh).

It’s not all doom’n’gloom.  If the bestiary is going well and I get a good royalty cheque one month I might see if I can get some artwork commissioned to see if that will help with promotion.

Why H-space?

H-space is my goto setting if I want to write about something too weird to fit in a conventional modern day setting.  It didn’t start off as my first choice.  I knew I wanted to write a series of super shorts about various weird and sexy monster girls.  One idea was to create a brand new story setting using a character I’d created for a forthcoming Sandwiched by story (I haven’t forgotten about that series).  Then I thought about setting it in a generic fantasy world with the plan of maybe incorporating it into a game idea.  In fact, the story coming out tomorrow had a different protagonist at one point.  I didn’t like this as I wanted something to distinguish it from the fantasy settings used in the MGE and almost every monster girl RPG.

(Again, no criticism of these settings.  I just didn’t want to do the same re-tread as everyone else.)

H-space seemed like the best fit for new weird and sexy monster girls.  I’ve already used it a few times in previous stories.  Those stories tend to be a little darker than my other tales and after seeing comments from people wanting to see badder Bad End monster girls I thought there was a good opportunity to do something slightly different to the existing popular monster girl universes, and that H-space would be a good setting to use.  Plus, I really like my horror and this seemed like a chance to let horror-head out of the cage to create some crazy shit.

Setting it in H-space also opens up the possibility of a few sneaky continuity tricks.  These might be short short stories, but there will still be hints of a larger story arc, exactly the same as what some of you might have spotted with my other fiction.

Why not the Succubus Summoning universe?

I was three stories in when the same question occurred to me.  This project could just have as easily been Ye Olde Magikal Grimoire of Monster Girls of Questionable Morality.  Maybe that’s something we’ll see next year after I’ve got the Succubus Summoning series back on track again (It.  Will.  Happen.  I fucked up the end of 2014 and fucked up 2015.  2016 is NOT going to go the same way.)

Obviously, that will be lighter and fluffi... wait... the daemons eat the students fairly regularly in that universe as well.  Funnier, maybe...?

(and there’s the potential to play even more games with continuity, especially when some of the monster girls start to look a little familiar... ;) )

Is this going to affect your other writing?

Not really.  The stories and profiles are short enough to slot in alongside whatever bigger projects I’m working on at the time.  Actually, because the short stories are so short, they make great ‘breather’ activities for those times when I need to take a break from banging my head against the wall trying to make a bigger story/novella/novel work.

They also serve as a useful extension of my ideas file.  There’s been a lot of times over the past years when the idea for a hawt monster girl sex scene has come to me, but I haven’t had a chance to write it down either because the rest of the story idea hasn’t fallen into place, or I was too busy writing something else.  Then the idea ends up being forgotten, or I’ll jot it down as a series of notes and then come back to them three years later and be unable to recall the initial hawtness that made me want to write the story in the first place.

Writing a thousand or so words is still a relatively low investment and is a much better way of preserving the original idea.  I can then reuse them at a later date as part of a more fleshed out story or chapter.

Will this be another one of those hare-brained schemes that fizzle out in a week or so?

Yeah, fair comment, 2015 was not the best on that front.

The H-space MGB will be a little more robust.  For starters, I already have a few stories stocked up.  Originally I wanted to copy a challenge of writing a story a day for a month as I’d seen MGExaminer do it on the MGU forum and it seemed like fun.  I had a few ideas and hammered out five in one week over the Christmas break.  Since then I’ve been writing a few more here and there whenever something else has stalled.  I have a buffer and keeping to a much more manageable weekly schedule (rather than attempting the daily schedule madness that wrecked me for parts of last year) should make it easier for this to settle into a regular feature.

This, of course, is dependent on the H-space Bestiary being good.  Some ideas might seem good at the time, but they don’t always pan out.  If it’s not working out and the interest isn’t there, I’ll give the thing a quiet burial and move on.

(Although I’ll probably keep writing the scene fragments for my ideas file.  I’m amazed I didn’t think of doing it this way sooner.)

Anyway, there’s your introduction to the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary.  If you have any further questions, stick ‘em in the comments below.

The first story will be posted tomorrow and the profile will follow on Friday.

(and to answer one question I know plenty of people want to ask.  I’m still trying with the next chapter of Succubus Summoning.  After the various fuck ups of 2014 and 2015 I’m not going to get people’s hopes up until I actually get something written down.  I’ll let you know as soon as I break through that block and get Phil’s adventures restarted again.)

Monday, January 04, 2016

A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 8

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“No, but I do.”

The voice came out of the corner of the room.  Devin looked over and saw there was another devil woman in the room.  She was casually sitting in his chair and watching them.  If anything, she looked even more devilish—more intimidating—than Boo.  Her skin was vampire-pale and she was clothed from head to foot in black leather.  She wore stylish, kinky black boots with high stiletto heels.  Her equally stylish black gloves extended back to her elbows.  A gothic black leather corset was cinched tightly around her waist and emphasised her large bust.  The top of her bosom was uncovered and her deep cleavage was displayed to devastating effect.  The overall appearance was somewhere between up-market dominatrix and kinky torturess.  Devin didn’t know how she’d entered the room.  It was as if she’d coalesced out of the darkness.

“N-n-nÿte?”  Boo seemed to know who she was and also seemed a little afraid of her.

So was Devin.  The new demoness had black horns and eyes like empty black pits.  She radiated a palpable aura of dread.  Devin saw she had a wicked-looking whip coiled up in her hands.  It did not look like a sex toy.

“What are you doing here?”  Boo recovered her composure a little.

“Carnivrillarofax thought this might happen.  He asked me to stop by and check in.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Boo said.  “You’re too late.  He’s already spilled his seed inside me.  That makes him my claim.  You know the rules.”

Her vagina contracted around Devin’s cock, holding him tight within her.

“Those aren’t really rules,” the other demon, Nÿte, said.  “They’re more like guidelines... to prevent conflict between our kind.”

The demon dominatrix stroked the coiled-up whip in her hands.

“Now me, I don’t mind a little bit of conflict.”

Her black lips parted in a smile that revealed white teeth.  The incisors were long and pointed.  Fangs.

“How about you?”

Boo looked away.  “No,” she said.

Her pussy relaxed its death grip on Devin’s cock.  Boo got off him and stepped off the bed.

“I relinquish my claim.  He’s yours.”

Meekly, she put her clothes back on and left the room.

That left Devin alone with the demon dominatrix.  He wasn’t sure that was much better.  Tangible dread rolled off her in waves.  This was not an angel sent down from above to rescue Devin.  She was from a place just as dark as Boo, maybe darker.

Nÿte looked him over, as if sizing him up as her next meal.  “While I do enjoy watching you tremble in terror like a tiny mouse, it is quite unnecessary.”

That was a relief to Devin.  The pale-faced demon didn’t look like the sort who was satisfied with mere killing.  Devin had a feeling that had the circumstances been different she’d have quite happily torn his soul out and taken it back with her to hell to torture for all eternity.

Yes, he was very relieved to see her stand up and walk towards his door.

But she had saved his life (and possibly soul), he should at least acknowledge that.

“You saved me,” he said.  “I don’t know what I can possibly do to thank you, but... thanks.”

“It’s nothing,” Nÿte said with a bright smile that was totally at odds with her terrifying aura.  “A request from a friend I was more than happy to carry out.”

She put her hand on the door and was about to leave when she paused.  She turned her head and looked at Devin.

“Mmm, you know, I’ve just thought of something you can do.”  She closed the door and gave Devin a smile filled with predatory lust.  “We can do.”

to be continued, or concluded (depending on how much fun Nÿte decides to have)...

A couple of months back I mentioned I had an idea for a third entrant for Literotica's Halloween contest, but that the ending didn't work for an erotica story.  Well, "A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar" was that story and this was the ending as originally planned.  For a horror or normal short story, I think it's a fine point to end the story.  Nÿte has a perversely honourable streak, she's doing a favour for a friend, at this point it's implied she's going to fuck Devin's brains out until the sun comes up and then leave, and it can be left to reader's imagination exactly what kinky fun they get up to.  For other types of story that's fine.  For erotica, however, you can't show the sizzle and not serve up the steak.  I think a lot of you out there would be quite disappointed if I showed you Nÿte but didn't give her any scenes.  So, to avoid any disappointment, next week we'll have Nÿte getting her kink on.

(please don't break all his bones, tear him to pieces, or rip his soul out)