Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Obligatory still alive post :)

Yeah, I know I've gone and done that fade out thing again.

I've been off and away doing other stuff for the past month that has eaten most of my weekends.  It's fine as it supplements my income and allows me to keep paying the bills and put food on the table.  (And the travel is a great source of story inspiration as I'll reveal in a future blog post).

I would mention more, but I'm starting to realise why other writers keep shtum about projects until they actually come to fruition.  It's a much better way of managing expectation.

I have been writing, but not H-space bestiary stories.  My current rule for #ChaosWriting is if I get the urge to write Succubus Summoning, I drop everything else and write that, as it's the number one thing I need to get done at this point in time.

More later (when things come to fruition).

Friday, June 10, 2016

H-space MGB Profile: Boob-Snake

Name:  Boob-Snake (Don't blame me.  This is the name used by the men and it's sort of stuck)
Type:  Demon
Habitat:  Underground caverns.  Natural springs.

Another anatomically-perverse monstrosity.  How did such horrors come to exist and why are their forms so familiar and yet horribly corrupted at the same time?

The boob-snake will usually be encountered lying in a pool of white liquid resembling milk.  With the majority of their body submerged and hidden beneath the surface it's easy to mistake them for a beautiful naked woman resting in a hot spring.  It's only when the boob-snake rises up out of the water that their true—inhuman—nature is revealed.

While their head, shoulders and chest are human in appearance, below there the thoracic region is repeated over and over again, so that the demon looks as though it has been extended into a snake with multiple rows of mammary glands.  Mutations of this nature have been observed in annelids and arthropods, and indeed have played an important role in the evolution of some forms, but this isn't what is happening here—human anatomy simply shouldn't permit it.

Describing the 'boobs' of the boob-snake as mammary glands is technically incorrect.  The 'milk' secreted by their breasts is a complex mixture of hormones and enzymes used to first render their male captives docile and then aid the boob-snake's absorption of her prey's fluids.

Attack Strategy:
They lie in wait in pools of white liquid and use their alluring beauty to tempt men into approaching them.  Once the man strays close enough the boob-snake will surge from the water, coil her body around them and then drag them into her pool.  Boob-snake pools usually have a secret tunnel underwater leading to a more secure cave where the demon can drain her victim without being interrupted.

Once she has caught a man, the boob-snake will strip them, exude her 'milk' over their naked body and then massage them with her many breasts.  These look and feel like big soft human breasts and the sensation of them rubbing all over the body is intensely arousing.  Once her captive is turned on enough, the boob-snake will force them to suckle her breasts.  Getting her milk inside them aids the digestion process.  Enzymes within the milk painlessly break down her prey's internal organs and her intense sexual stimulation causes them to ejaculate the resultant soup onto the boob-snake's breasts in a continuous uncontrollable orgasm.  The boob-snake absorbs the ejaculate through her skin.  The whole process is supposedly a lot more pleasant than it sounds, but you'll forgive me if I'd rather not experience it first-hand.

Don't talk to the strange naked woman sitting in a pool of fresh milk.

Boob-snakes share similar regenerative capabilities as other demon-class HSIOs.  It is relatively easy to puncture their skin with either bullets or blades, but most of these wounds will close just as rapidly as they opened.  Even fire has little permanent effect.

Until we can find substances to counteract their regenerative capabilities and given their speed and strength, it is highly recommended to give boob-snakes and their pools a wide berth.

Threat Level:

(This would be High if they ever decided to leave their pools and actively hunt us.)

Thursday, June 09, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Boob-Snake

PFC Stewart Peter Bate had expected to see strange sights in an alien dimension, but nothing like this.  What he saw—a naked blonde girl with lovely big round tits lounging in a pool—was not that unusual in itself.  If this had been a sunken Jacuzzi in one of the more decadent areas of Vegas or LA, Bate wouldn't have been surprised.  But here, in an underground cavern on an alien planet, hot naked blondes lounging in pools were not something he expected to stumble upon.

The cavern they stood in was around the same size as the main room of a small club.  Phosphorescent mosses and lichens on the walls lit up the cavern with a soft blue glow.  The rocky floor sloped down to a pool filled with an opaque white liquid that looked like milk.  And sitting in the pool, her presence incongruous even if she seemed relaxed about her surroundings, was the blonde girl with the big round titties.

"What are you doing here, miss?" the squad leader, LT Lunn asked.

Lunn was young and green, barely out of West Point.  There were rumors going around he was still a virgin.

The blonde girl rose up out of the pool and immediately the squad saw she wasn't what she appeared.  Her first row of tits was followed by a second pair, and a third, and a fourth, and a fifth...  They kept emerging from the water, pair after pair, as if she was a tampered image on a computer screen where someone had copied her bust and pasted endless copies beneath the original.  She reared up above them, her chest stretched out so long she resembled a tall pink snake with two lines of firm pink boobs running down her underside.

A boob-snake, Bate thought with a mental snerk that was totally unsuitable for their current situation.

Caught by surprise by her bizarre appearance, the whole squad froze in place.  The demon girl's gaze flitted from man to man before finally alighting on Bate.  Then she swooped.

Bate's next few moments were a confusing blur of motion as he was picked up and cast into the pool with a loud splash.  Some of the liquid got into his mouth and he was surprised to find that not only did it look like milk, it tasted like milk as well.  He was less concerned with that than the thing in the water with him.  Bate thrashed and fought and was able to free himself long enough to break the surface to grab a breath.  Then something long and muscular coiled around his legs and lower body, and dragged him down...

...and down...

...and down...

...until Bate thought his lungs might burst.  Then, just as Bate was facing the ignominy of drowning in a giant puddle of milk, he was dragged back upwards and deposited—gasping—on a beach of soft spongy white mud.  He lay there for a moment, coughing and retching as he expelled the cloying liquid from his air passages.

He didn't get long to recover before hands grabbed the seat of his pants and dragged him backwards through the mud until his pants and underpants slipped down far enough for his unknown tormentor to remove them entirely.  Bate had already lost his top and equipment on the way here.  This final act of disrobing left him completely naked.

He rolled over and saw the demon woman looming over him.  Closer up he saw she was a disconcerting mix of the beautiful and the grotesque.  She had a pretty heart-shaped face with high cheekbones.  Her head, shoulders and top pair of breasts would do a cheerleader proud.  The exception to this were her eyes and ears.  The latter were pointed and the former were milky-white orbs with neither iris nor pupil.  Both of these were minor differences to the human form in comparison to her body below her first pair of breasts.  Bate saw the additional tits streaming out behind her in a great long train.  Each pair, in themselves, was fine.  They were big, round and were covered in a sheen of liquid that gave them an appealing, shiny pink appearance.  If anything that made it worst—to see such perfect examples of the female form stitched together in a Frankenstein's monster abomination.

Thankfully the demon woman wasn't making any hostile moves.  After stripping Bate she seemed content to simply smile at him as he lay on the soft white mud.  Could she be... friendly?

She moved up to Bate and cupped hands beneath her top row of bulging breasts.

"Do you like them?" she asked.  "You can touch them.  I like them being touched."

More than friendly, even.

Bate reached out and placed a hand on her tit.  It felt as good as it looked—warm, soft, the skin silky-smooth.  Emboldened by her lack of resistance to his touching an intimate part of her body, Bate gave her boob an experimental squeeze.  It was pleasantly malleable like a boob and the skin dimpled and deformed before springing back like nubile flesh.  Enjoying the sensations of touching her, Bate rubbed a finger against the erect rubbery nub of her nipple.

Bate squeezed a little harder.  Her breast gave a little shiver and squirted warm milk into the palm of his hand.

"Oops," the demon girl said.  "I'm a little full."

Bate kept pawing her soft pink flesh.  He marveled at the feel, the weight.  The last time he'd touched tits that felt as good as this they'd belonged to a big-titted stripper down in Vegas.  He'd enjoyed touching them.  He'd enjoyed fucking her in his truck after her shift had ended even more.

"They all feel as good as this," the blonde girl said.  "Stand up and let me rub them all over your body."

Bate did as she asked and let her coil her long body around him.  She surrounded him in a sinuous dance.  She slid his leg through her cleavage, but it wasn't a single pair of breasts but a whole train of them.  Her nipples traced lines across his buttocks and up his back.  She slid his left arm through the groove of her many cleavages, then his right.  She pressed his face between one set of soft tits, then another, and another.

Bate was lifted off the floor and wrapped up in her warm breasts.  They pressed against him like soft cushions and as she moved her body he felt her erect nipples rubbing all over him.  Milky fluids oozed from her teats and let her slide all over Bate with greater ease.  It felt incredible.  It was like he was buried in a jumble of writhing big-titted strippers.

The boob-snake demon pressed his face into her top left breast.

"Drink," she ordered.  "Taste how delicious my milk is."

Was Bate into this kind of shit—suckling at a woman's tit like an overgrown baby?  The demon woman didn't offer him a choice.  Her arms were like iron bars around the back of his head as she pressed his face into the soft fleshy pillow of her giant boob.  Her nipple squirted and Bate's mouth filled up with milk.

He drank it.

Bate didn't know if he was into this kind of kinky shit, but he did know her milk was delicious.  The taste was of milk, but with an extra something that slid down Bate's throat like fine whiskey on a cold evening and warmed him up from the inside.  The taste grew on Bate.  At first he wasn't sure.  Then he wanted more.  Then he needed more.  He actively sucked on her teat while she gently ruffled fingers through his short hair.

Not only did Bate feel warm inside, he felt horny.  Really really horny.

Sure, having lots of big round naked tits rubbing all over his body, jostling his erection, would do that to a man, but this was more.  Maybe he was into this kinky adult breast-feeding thing.  Or there was something in her milk that really got his balls juiced.  Either way, Bate started to hump his hips against her.  What he really wanted to do was bury his hard-on in tight wet pussy, but he couldn't find it and didn't even know if she had one.  Instead he found the tight warm cleft between her swollen tits and decided they were close enough.

The many-titted demon woman helped him out.  She gave a little flex and it felt like she'd put a hand on either side of her breasts and was pressing them together around Bate's cock.  She moved against him and created friction as Bate's cock slid back and forth between her soft fleshy pillows.  The rubbing, the suckling, the feel of her erect nipples tracing moist lines across his flesh, the feel of her soft tits sandwiching his hard cock... it took him over the edge.  He moaned into her smothering boob and trembled as he released a great flood of semen into the fleshy cleft between her tits.

His moan of orgasm was only a slight pause before he was back at her teat and guzzling down more of her delicious milk.  He couldn't get enough of it, or the warm tingly glow it spread through him.

She coiled more tightly around him and squashed her many boobs against his body.  Her body flexed and pulsed as she dragged Bate's cock back and forth between her tits.

Strange.  He'd poured out so much cum her tits should be sticky with it.  Instead they felt just as silky-smooth as when he'd first touched them.  It was like she'd absorbed it all through her skin.

Not that Bate cared.  He sucked up more of her delicious milk and luxuriated in the sensation of her many boobs rubbing against him.

Oh yes.

He shuddered and released another great flood of cum all over her wonderful tits.  So much this time it was almost like he was taking a piss, but with the great throbbing bursts of pleasure that came from every orgasm.

He wondered if her milk was helping him—making his balls swell up with rampant vitality.  Yes, he was sure her milk was helping him.  Needing little excuse, he gulped down more of her secretions and, coaxed by her luscious breasts, let out another massive flood of semen.

Her milk was helping, but not in a way Bate would have liked had he been clear-headed enough to realize what it was doing to him.  All that semen had to come from somewhere, and that somewhere was Bate's muscle, flesh and internal organs.  He poured his fluids out onto her in pulsing bursts and the demon woman absorbed them through her skin.  By the time the rest of his squad found the secret underwater tunnel that led to this secret cave all that was left of Bate were scraps of his empty skin.

Friday, June 03, 2016

H-space MGB Profile: Glass Arachne

Name:  Glass Arachne
Type:  Arachne
Habitat:  Underground Caves

One of the many types of arachne or spider-woman demon that infest the cave systems beneath the surface of H-space.  They are a nightmarish combination of spider and woman, with a humanoid torso replacing the head of a gigantic spider.  All arachnes encountered so far have been female and it is unknown whether male arachnes exist at all.

Glass arachne are unusual in that the integument of their spider half is completely transparent.  Before coming to H-space I might have postulated it an adaptation for living in lightless caves.  Now I wouldn't be surprised if it's because the spider demon wants to show exactly what she's doing to her prey's penis while it is inside her.

Attack Strategy:
As with Earth spiders, glass arachnes use webs to catch prey.  Their webs are pink rather than white.  This is because the silk is impregnated with a powerful aphrodisiac toxin that is absorbed on skin contact.  Vibrations in the web inform the arachne of potential prey and the aphrodisiac venom keeps the prey distracted long enough for the arachne to reach them and drag them off with ropes of sticky silk.

Once in her lair the arachne wraps her prey up in a cocoon of venom-saturated silk.  Exposure to larger quantities of the aphrodisiac toxin triggers a physiological change in the subject that results in massive overproduction of seminal fluids at the expense of all other biological processes.  The arachne stimulates her prey sexually and slowly sucks out all their fluids through their penis.  While the intermediary steps are more complex, the end result is exactly what you'd expect to see if a man was predated on by a giant spider—a mummified husk wrapped up in silk.

The glass arachne can imbibe their victim's fluids through her mouth, vagina, anus and even the specialised canal where her silks are produced.  They seem to prefer using their abdomen, despite its repulsive non-human appearance.  I suspect they gain a perverse delight from this, as they seem to enjoy showing their victims what they're doing to them and will often pick a sexual position that allows their victim to see his own penis inside her.

Despite the glass arachne's delicate glass-like appearance, their exoskeleton, even the parts covering their human half, is hard enough to function as protective armour.  Small calibre bullets and knives will have trouble penetrating.  As with other arachnes, they don't like fire and flamethrowers have proven very effective.

Glass arachne webs should not be touched without protective clothing as the aphrodisiac toxin is absorbed through the skin and acts quickly.

For a while we were able to lure arachnes into traps by vibrating their webs and ambushing those that came to investigate.  Unfortunately, they possess human-equivalent intelligence and quickly wised up to this strategy.  The last time it was attempted it resulted in a counter-ambush that resulted in the loss of the whole team.

Threat Level:

Don't touch any strange webs you might encounter underground.

Thursday, June 02, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Glass Arachne

The spider's body looked as though it had been spun out of glass.  Its cuticle was transparent and the body looked as delicate as the microscopic plankton CPL Stewart Peter Bate had observed while studying Biology back at university.  Unlike those tiny organisms swimming around in a petri dish, this spider was not microscopic in scale, being about the same size as a full-grown person.

It also wasn't a spider.  Where the head should be was the upper half—torso, head and shoulders—of a woman.  Or rather, something that looked like a woman.  Her ears were long and pointed.  And while her human half had more color than her spider half, being a fleshy shade of pink, her skin had a similar translucency to decorative glass.  She had six shiny black ovals on her forehead.  They could have been ornate stones, but Bate had a feeling they were additional eyes.

Before putting aside such childish things on becoming a man and entering the military, Bate used to play Dungeons & Dragons with the other kids in the neighborhood.  He remembered there was a monster that was half-spider, half-woman—drider.  Out here they used another name—arachne, from the Greek myth.  One was fiction, the other myth.  The creature standing in front of Bate on a thick strand of shimmery pink webbing was neither.  He shivered as she approached him.

"Oh, are you cold?" the glass arachne asked.  Her voice was high, musical and utterly alien.

Bate was naked and the stone cavern he was currently suspended in was drafty and chilly, but this wasn't the reason why he was shivering.

The arachne scuttled up to him and placed a warm hand against his exposed skin.

"Why, you are," she said.  "I can feel the gooseflesh.  Poor thing.  I'll spin you something nice to keep you warm."

She sprayed thick silken thread from the tip of her bulbous abdomen and wrapped it around Bate in a fluffy cocoon.  The silk was pink and impregnated with a substance that was absorbed through Bate's skin.

"Does that feel better?"

She hung from Bate's cocooned back while she finished up wrapping his legs.

"I might be a spider, but I don't bite," she whispered in his ear and then promptly contradicted that by giving him a playful nip on the earlobe.  "Not hard anyway," she said, close enough for her warm breath to tickle through the folds and crevices of his ear.  "My venom is in my webs."

And she'd wrapped them all around Bate.  He felt the tingling warmth of her venom sinking into him, spreading through him, making changes...

"It's poisoning you right now," she whispered, "but you don't need to be afraid.  I'm not like other spiders.  My venom isn't nasty and painful.  It will make you feel nice... make you feel horny."

She reached around to stroke Bate's visible erection.

Bate knew this.  The glass arachne's aphrodisiac-steeped webs were how he'd gotten into this predicament.

He'd been exploring the tunnels close to Camp Jacob with his squad when they'd encountered the cobwebs.  They looked like earth spiderwebs, although the strands were thicker and a pinkish color instead of white.

Karlsson, at point, raised an arm to brush them aside when passing through a particularly thick curtain of the stuff.  He came to an abrupt halt the moment the silken strands came into contact with the exposed flesh of his forearm.

"Whoa," he said.

"What is it?" Bate asked.

"You gotta feel this," Karlsson said.  "It feels weird... nice..."

Bate tentatively touched one of the silken lines.  Unlike normal cobweb, it wasn't sticky.  Instead it felt smooth like expensive silk.  Bate wrapped a fist around it and...


A warm tingle spread down his arm and collected as a warm glow in his genitals.  Karlsson was right.  It felt really nice.  Nice enough to turn Bate on.  He felt a constriction in his underwear and realized his penis had swelled up in an erection.

Karlsson pressed two hands into the big cobweb stretched along the tunnel wall.  He let out a soft little sigh and his hips gave an almost imperceptible twitch that made Bate wonder if the other man had just jizzed his pants.

Bate didn't care either way.  Idly, he was wondering what it would feel like to grab a handful of that silk and rub it up and down his cock.  He gave serious consideration to pulling his pants down and giving it a try.

Then the spider-women with their sticky ropes came and dragged the men off to caverns deeper underground.

And now he was wrapped up in a cocoon of the same thread.  His body trembled uncontrollably as hot flushes ran through him.  His cock, the only part of his body aside from his face not currently cocooned in thick silk, bulged outwards—a throbbing pole of flesh.  It was so engorged with blood Bate feared it might blow at any moment.  He rocked his hips back and forth in a feverish attempt to rub his erection against anything that would provide the friction to get him off.  The cocoon restricted his movements too much to let him and all that happened was his bulging manhood waggled comically in the air.

The spider-woman smiled at the display.  She'd made a hammock out of her webbing and was lying back on it as she faced him.  Bate saw the internal organs of her spider abdomen pulsing away through her transparent cuticle.

"Time to feed," she said.  "And this, I'm sorry to say, is where I'm very much like a spider.  I'm going to suck all your juices out of you."

Bate's eyes widened and he would have cried out had his mouth not been gagged with silk.

"Don't look at me like that," the arachne said with a teasing smile.  "You don't know which juices I'm about to suck or how I'll suck them.  I think you'll like it."

The tip of her abdomen opened up and revealed a fleshy tunnel with transparent fleshy walls slathered in wet lubricant.

"I'm going to put you in my thread pot and squirt my softest silk all around that big fat prick until you go mad with the pleasure."

Her abdomen swung forwards.  The tip caught the head of Bate's bobbing erection and drew it into that tight wet orifice.  Bate closed his eyes and braced himself to feel something horrible—cold, wet, slimy.  Instead it felt very similar to entering a warm, tight, wet vagina.  The moist walls squeezed and rippled.  Muscular undulations grabbed his cock and pulled him deeper inside her.  He could even see it happening.  The fleshy tunnel, like her outer exoskeleton, was completely transparent.  He saw his engorged cock moving back and forth inside her.  He watched as his foreskin was dragged back and forth by her tight walls rubbing against him.  It felt like fucking... filthy, tight fucking.

Anal with a spider, part of his mind giggled.

"Oh yes," the arachne said.  "That feels good doesn't it.  And now my special silk."

Strange organs—her silk glands—pulsed and worked within her see-through abdomen.  Lines of pink fluid streamed out of them and collected in bulbous reservoirs along the length of her fleshy tunnel.  Those bulbs contracted and sunken spinnerets span and wrapped sheets of wet silk around Bate's member.  As the arachne's abdomen pulsed and moved back and forth Bate felt the smooth silken threads slide up and down his shaft.  The threads caught on the ridge where the bulbous head of his cock swelled outwards and flicked back and forth, the stimulation causing Bate to squirm in helpless pleasure.  Her aphrodisiac venom was stronger here, being in direct contact with the organ she wanted to stimulate.

The glass arachne sighed and let out erotic moans as she moved her abdomen back and forth.  One hand cupped her breast and she rubbed a finger over her erect nipple in a circular motion.  Her other hand went down to her sex and she sent two slender fingers down between her labia to rummage around inside her silken depths.  She pleasured herself as she pleasured Bate.

Her sunken spinnerets squeezed more silk around Bate's throbbing hard-on.  This she didn't bother to weave, instead smothering Bate's cock in a thick sticky pillow of molten silk.  Her walls undulated and squeezed as she squished the aphrodisiac-laden glob against him.  Her venom seeped through the skin of his penis and stoked his arousal into a raging inferno.

"I've given you my silk, now it's time for you to give me your fluids," she said.

Air hissed between her teeth as she took in a breath.  The walls of her thread pot narrowed.  She spurted more dollops of wet, sticky silk onto Bate's twitching cock.

The sensation took Bate over the edge and he broke with a muffled cry.  His cock throbbed and he spurted thick ropes of cum inside her.  The glass arachne sighed with satisfaction as his milky-white issue spread throughout her see-through abdomen.  Strands were drawn into her pulsing silk glands and their output changed.  The pink silk travelling in pulsing lines down to the tip of her abdomen gave off a faint glow.  She squirted the new mixture and Bate felt like his cock had been wrapped up in pure heaven.  Muscles spasmed uncontrollably in his sex organs as he released an even greater quantity of semen inside her.

"Ahh," the spider-woman sighed.  "I don't suck the fluids out of my prey.  They give them to me freely, in great throbbing spurts of pleasure."

Her abdomen throbbed and pulsed.  Her muscular walls squished the warm gooey mess against Bate's out-of-control cock.  His erection wasn't going down and neither were his ejaculations finished.  He threw back his head as another great flood of semen erupted from him.

"Yesss," the arachne hissed.  "Pump them into me."

Bate's ejaculations blurred together.  His semen—his fluids—spurted from him in a continuous throbbing stream.  It spread through her abdomen until the cuticle started to lose its transparency and take on a milky-white luster.

Bate's vision faded as he emptied out.  At the end he thought he saw a cloud of shiny billowing motes spout from the end of his cock.  And then, weirdly, he was that cloud of billowing motes, staring out through the translucent wall of her abdomen at his cocooned and withered husk.  The sense of dislocation was short and temporary.  The next moment the floating fragments of his soul were drawn into a vile black organ at the heart of the demon and he knew no more.