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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

Had the game just entered iron man mode?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don’t panic.

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

He was bound.  First he had to select struggle.

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

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

Don’t panic!

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

Struggle.

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

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

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

Jackson dutifully swung his sword like a spastic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

Jackson selected the second option.

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

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

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

. . . but not all the way!

He’d damaged her!

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

“I’m not finished yet,” Suraimo said.

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

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

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

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

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

Jackson didn’t lower his sword.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was not just a game.

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

The path opened out into a clearing.

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

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

—got up and walked away.

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

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

Dear Hero,

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

Aryss Fateborn the XLIVth, sexy demon princess.

P.S.  You Suck!

The sexy was underlined.

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

Jackson in HRPG-World Part 3, End


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

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

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


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

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

Oh crap.

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

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

Jackson ignored her and kept straining against her elastic slime.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suraimo reared back, a stunned expression on her face.

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

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

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

“You’re not going to eat me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was enough.

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

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

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

Or all the fluid in his body.

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

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

Something moist wriggled up against his anus.

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

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

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

—pleasant.

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

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

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

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

“Oh, sugoi,” Suraimo said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey?  Where was the big tits angel?

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

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

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

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

What was that?

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

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

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

“What’s going on?” he asked.

Suraimo ignored the question.

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

Jackson did not like where this was going.

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

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

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

Fuck.

to be concluded...

Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-8 A Sticky Starting Scrap

Suraimo takes pity and starts to help Jackson out, up to a certain extent . . .


Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-8 A Sticky Starting Scrap

“Eager for more?” Suraimo asked as he returned back to the start of the fight.  “What would you like me to do to you this time?”

Jackson threw his sword at her.

Suraimo turned her head and watched as it sailed past her into the bushes.  “I didn’t think it was possible to do that,” she said to no one in particular.

She slithered up to Jackson and undid his pants.

“I’m getting the feeling you’re not really enjoying this,” she said.

A slimy appendage enveloped Jackson’s penis and jerked him off to another large ejaculation.

Skip.

Big tits angel was absolutely furious with him.  Her face was bright red and looked most un-angelic as she screamed at him.  He was thankful of the—

Skip.

—option as she looked on the verge of attacking him.  After the skip wasn’t much better.  She’d turned her back on him in a huff and stood there with her arms folded.  Jackson felt that was a good time to slink off back to the battle.

“I think you’re stuck,” Suraimo said after she’d glued down his feet with her surprise attack, again.  “You want to get past this ‘fight’, but you don’t know how.”

Jackson glowered at her.

“I can help,” Suraimo said.  “Do you need clues?”

“Okay,” Jackson said.  “Is this a battle I can win?”

Suraimo looked taken aback.  “Yes, of course you can win,” she said with a bemused tone.

Jackson thought a little more.  “Was there an item or something I needed to pick up from the village before I came out here?”

“No,” Suraimo replied.  “You have everything you need with you right now.”

Jackson paused.  His face scrunched up.  How? he thought.  He’d tried out every command and nothing had worked.

“It’s not that hard,” she said, her gelatinous body shaking with mirth.  “It’s a simple puzzle battle.  Aerias should have told you the steps by . . .”

She put a hand over her mouth and blushed in embarrassment.

“Oh, but Aerias doesn’t speak English.  Ah.”

“It does make things a little more challenging,” Jackson said testily.

“Okay, I’ll walk you through the steps,” she said.  “I am the tutorial battle after all.”

She closed her eyes and grinned.  Pretty face or not, Jackson still wanted to put a fist through it and make it go splat.

“Suraimo Torapo is my binding attack,” she explained.  “While you’re bound your normal attacks can’t hit me.  You need to select struggle first to escape.”

“And that’s all the command does, get the player out of holds?”  Jackson stepped back out of her sticky puddle, but not before a sinuous arm had managed to pull his pants down.  “Seems a little narrow focus.”

“You’ll be using it a lot of times in this game,” Suraimo said.  “Bondage is a popular fetish.  People find it sexy to have their movement taken away.”  She gave him a lewd wink.

“Okay, so what now?” Jackson asked.  “None of the options do anything.”

“It’s a puzzle battle,” Suraimo said.  “The first actions are all scripted.  You have to go through them to advance the story.  Try attack.”

Jackson did.  He swung his sword at her like a retarded kid with poor motor function and Suraimo easily stepped out of the way.

“This is the part where I taunt your slow swing,” Suraimo said.

And give him a grope for good measure, Jackson thought as a tentacle wound up his legs and tickled his balls.

“The story has advanced.  Now attack again.”

Jackson lunged forwards and drove his sword right through Suraimo’s chest.  While it felt satisfying, he would have enjoyed it far more had Suraimo not been so completely unconcerned by the four foot of steel passing through her body.

“And this is where I regenerate and you complain about how unfair that is.”

She pulled the sword out of her chest and the gash closed up.

“It is unfair,” Jackson complained.  “How am I supposed to beat a monster that regenerates as fast as I can do it damage?”

Suraimo tapped her nose.  “Try selecting attack again.”

Jackson ran her through again.

Suraimo looked down at the long blade puncturing her body with mild disdain.

“No, that’s the same attack as before,” she said.

She pulled the sword out and handed it back to Jackson.  The regeneration message flashed up and her green life bar filled back up.

“You need to . . .   Oh, wait a moment, Suraimo Torapo.”

Jackson’s feet were gummed up by a puddle of slime again.

Same attack?  There were other attacks?  Oh wait.  Selecting attack had brought up another menu with two options.  He’d raced through too fast last time.  He went for attack again.

“No no no.”  Suraimo shook her head in exasperation.

Her arms elongated into tentacles.  One wormed into his crotch for a sticky grope.  The other—and Jackson had no idea how she did this—came out of the screen of his game interface and tapped the player portrait on the bottom left.  A dripping finger traced over what appeared to be sticky ropes superimposed over his face.

“You’re bound.  Attacks don’t work.  You need to select struggle first.”

Her finger moved over and selected the struggle option.  Jackson’s legs moved of their own accord and he stepped backwards out of her gooey clutches.

“So now I select the second attack option?” Jackson asked.

“In a mo,” Suraimo said.  “My turn first.  Oh.”  She paused.  “Oh dear.  This is a rather inconvenient time for that move to show up.  Oh well, it was bound to happen at some point.”

Suddenly she reared up—arms outstretched and trailing curtains of blue slime—and broke over Jackson like a tsunami made of jelly.  He was knocked backwards, but didn’t hit the floor as the protean substance of Suraimo’s body had already flowed around and beneath him.  He landed on a cushion of soft, sticky jello and rocked up and down.  Suraimo’s upper body fell upon him like a wave and wrapped him up in her elastic protoplasm.

Fuck, that must be some kind of special attack.  She’d engulfed him completely apart from his face.  How much had that knocked off his health?

Not much, fortunately.  His bar was down to less than halfway, but he still had about forty percent left.

Suraimo lay to his side—the upper human-looking part of her anyway, the rest lay on both sides of Jackson as well as above and below him—and whispered words into his ear.  What felt like many dextrous hands undid his clothes and ejected them from her quivering mass.

“I’d feel more guilty about this, but it is my best move.  Most players love it.”  Her soft lips brushed his ear.  “Some request it over and over.”

Jackson ignored her and tried to thrash free.  It was a poor excuse for thrashing.  The substance of Suraimo’s body was thicker and gooier than water.  His current efforts looked like the slow-motion film of a man drowning in a giant water droplet.

Okay, so this probably counted as bound.  Jackson looked for the struggle command on his mental control panel.  It wasn’t there; none of the commands were.  That didn’t make sense.  He still had some health left, so it couldn’t be game over.

Suraimo’s amorphous body moved around him, gently squeezing and massaging his legs and arms.  A message flashed up and another chunk fell off Jackson’s life bar.

Her attack.  Now it was his turn.

Except it wasn’t.  No command options came up.

Suraimo embraced him with her whole body.  Internal currents toyed with his balls and lengthening erection.  More of his green bar fell away.  It was down to the last quarter now.

“Why can’t I do anything?” he asked.

Suraimo shifted position until her upper body was lying on top of him with her bulging breasts resting on his chest.

“This is Suraimo Paradiso.  It’s my auto-win attack.  All of your moves are cut off.  You can’t do anything so lie back and relax while I drain all your resistance away.”

Her swollen breasts melted into the blue slime enveloping his whole body.  Jackson’s struggles grew weaker.  It felt like there were a hundred hands working his body.  She rubbed, kneaded and massaged his aching muscles until they glowed with blissful relaxation.  Jackson stopped struggling and let his body float within her semi-liquid form.  She undulated around him in gentle waves.

“You regenerate and have an auto-win attack?” Jackson protested.

“I suppose that might seem a little excessive for the first battle,” Suraimo said.  She rubbed her body on top of him and sent gentle currents tickling against his exposed flesh.

“You think!”

“It’s all quite fair.  I can only use it when your resistance drops to half or less, and even then it’s pure chance whether that attack is selected.”

“Cheap,” Jackson muttered.

Suraimo laughed.  “If you weren’t so terrible you’d have dispatched me way before your resistance dropped below halfway.”

“I would . . . if the commands were in English!”

“Oh shut up and come.”

Her body thickened around his cock and sucked on it with a series of gentle tugs.  Jackson’s resistance broke and he did as he was ordered.  His body flexed, he grunted and released a thick white stream from his cock.  The ejaculation was longer and slower—more relaxed—than the others, but he still felt like he’d emptied the entire contents of his balls into her.  It formed a thick white cloud before dissolving away within her blue slime.

Another loss, he thought.

He brought up the control panel in his mind and went to select skip.

Suraimo’s slime poured in and formed a thick plaque over the section with the skip command.

Wha?  How?

Jackson’s finger, or rather his mental equivalent, couldn’t get through to select it.

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

to be continued . . .


Finding the right break points wasn't easy for this little mini-serial, but now we finally have a proper cliff-hanger.

Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-7 A Sticky Starting Scrap

More gooey goodness with the gorgeous Suraimo. (usual age-sensitive/NSFW warnings apply!)


“You do know what this game is about?” Suraimo asked.

“It’s a pervy hentai game and I’m going to beat it,” Jackson said.  His face was stern as he settled into a fighting stance with his sword held out before him.

Suraimo clapped her hands and giggled.  Her gelatinous body shook like an excitable cheerleader.

“That’s the spirit,” she said.  “I love the ones that really get into the role,” she added conspiratorially.

She started with her slime trap again.  No problem.  He knew what to do.  He selected struggle and stepped back out of the sticky puddle.  Now what?  He tried attacking and again Suraimo easily sidestepped his heavy swing.  Her wet hand rubbed up his crotch.

Jackson took a moment to consider his next action.

That swing had been truly inept.  Jackson was a pasty-faced gamer who spent most of his waking hours on a sofa and even he could swing a sword better than that.

Hey wait, what if this was one of those stupid story-building sections?  Where the player had to learn the basic moves that would set him on the path to being a hero.

He selected attack again.

He lunged forward and drove his stupidly large sword right through the center of Suraimo’s chest until the blade emerged from the other side.

Yeah baby!  That’s what we’re talking about.

Suraimo looked down at the sword sticking out of her chest.   She seemed completely unfazed by the four feet of steel transfixing her body.  With good reason, as it happened.  As terminal as the strike looked, it had only knocked off maybe a third or quarter of her life bar.

A quarter?  For running her through?  Stupid RPG mechanics, Jackson thought.  At least he’d struck a blow and damaged her.

The sword came free with a sound like thick mud sucking on a foot.  Suraimo smiled at him.  A message flashed up in Jackson’s control panel.  He watched the gash in her chest close up.  Her green life bar filled back up to full.

“You can regenerate?” Jackson asked, shocked.

“Slimes have been known to possess that ability, yes,” Suraimo said.

She regenerated?  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.

This was the first battle?  How was he supposed to fucking beat her?  It was fucking impossible.

Maybe that was the point.  Maybe the fight was supposed to be unwinnable.

He hadn’t used the sixth command yet.  That was because it had to be run away and only lamers picked run away.

Unless . . .

Yes, it was just like that stupid practice swing.  He wasn’t supposed to win this fight.  This was part of the story.  This was the part where he’d try to go it alone, get his ass handed to him by the first monster he came across, and then escape back to the village where some badass gramps would teach him The Way of the Exploding Double Dragon or some other bullshit like that.

Yes.  That had to be it.

He selected the sixth command.

He knew he’d made a mistake when he saw Suraimo’s eyes light up.

“Oh, that’s my favorite option,” she said.

What the fuck had he done now?

Jackson’s arms fell loosely to his sides.  He dropped the sword.  Suraimo glided down the path towards him, hips swaying slinkily from side to side.  He made no move to stop her as she undid and dropped his pants.

“That wasn’t the run away option, was it?” Jackson asked the obvious.

“Nope.”  Suraimo shook her head.

She turned around and backed into him.  She rubbed the soft curves of her ass against his crotch.  She took his hands and pressed them into the soft gelatinous mounds of her breasts.  She turned her head and planted a wet kiss on Jackson’s cheek.

“Mmm.  Choices, choices.  I think I’ll use some moves that aren’t in the script.”

She gave him a lewd wink and wriggled against his captive body.  She squeezed his hands, forcing him to squeeze her pliable boobs.  She rubbed her ass up and down, sliding his erection along the slippery crack between her ass cheeks.

“What was that option?” Jackson asked.  And why had it taken away all his options?

Suraimo leaned her head back against his shoulder.  Glops of whatever she had instead of hair oozed down his back.

“That’s the option for ‘surrender and let the girl do whatever she wants to you’.”

“What!”  Jackson shrieked.  “What kind of dumbass game has two surrender options!”

“A really filthy and—”

She continued to rub the elastic swell of her ass against him.  She lifted up higher and higher until his cock fell into the gap between her thighs and beneath her peachy ass.

“—perverted one.”

She came down and the head of his cock, then the whole shaft pushed up into her soft gelatinous body.

Oh fuck.

He was inside her.

“Mmm.  Oh yes,” Suraimo said.

She wriggled in his arms and he felt waves run through her semi-liquid form.  They rippled under his hands and around his cock like the caress of gentle hands.  He was inside her.  The warm slime of her body was pressing all around his erection.

“Is this your ass or pussy?” Jackson asked.

“Which would you like?” Suraimo asked.

She moved her ass against him in little circular motions.  Not fully in command of his body, Jackson followed her.  His hips added to the movements with little thrusts.  More teasing little ripples kissed up and down his sensitive hard-on.  Ass or pussy, it didn’t matter.  Not when it felt this good.  The ripples slowed down and the viscous fluids of her body thickened around his penis until it felt like soft hands were gently tugging on him.

His hands sank into the gooey mounds of her breasts.  He still felt their soft swell beneath his hands, but now it felt like they were all around his fingers.  Her own hands and arms melted over his until he was embedded in her body up to his elbows.  Pleasantly squishy sensations crackled across the touch receptors in his fingers.  So many sensations.  His hands felt the size of cars and he could distinguish each and every square centimeter.

It was the same for his cock.  It felt enormous—a column—and he felt every rippling wave of her liquid body flow over and around him as she rose up and down.

Jackson’s life bar dropped from full to empty in a very short space of time.

His hips jerked forwards and he fired a huge jet of semen into the rippling center of her body.  He watched it bloom in her belly like a mushroom cloud.  It took his strength with it.  Spent, he sagged backwards.  Suraimo lay on top of him and her liquefying body covered him like a warm blanket.  His hands were still stuck within the jiggling mass of her breasts.  She murmured as the churning center of her body drew the last puffs of his ejaculation out of his cock.  The white streams drifted within her transparent blue flesh like ghostly wisps.

“Mmm, that was nice,” Suraimo said as she lay on top of him.

Jackson selected the skip option.

“Hey!” Suraimo cried as he vanished from the path and returned to the featureless, cloudy plane.

The big tits angel wasn’t sad anymore, she was pissed.  As soon as he appeared on the plane she started yelling and jabbing a finger at him.

Oh oh.  Skip.

That didn’t help much.  She was still pissed off at him.  She waved him away with an angry gesture.

“Eager for more?” Suraimo asked as he returned back to the start of the fight.  “What would you like me to do to you this time?”

Jackson threw his sword at her.

to be continued . . .


It might work . . .

Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-6 A Sticky Starting Scrap

Groundslime Day continues for Ian Jackson...


Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-6 A Sticky Starting Scrap

“You’ll never hit anyone with a strike that slow,” she said, again delivering her lines like a self-aware cartoon villain.

Fuck!  So it wasn’t that option after all.  What else was there?  There was the bottom option, the seventh command.  He hadn’t tried that yet.  Selecting it brought up a second list of options.  He selected one at random.

Suraimo’s eyes lit up.  “Oh.  You liked my paizuri so much you want me to do it again.  I can do that.  With pleasure,” she added.

“Huh,” Jackson said.  He hadn’t said that at all.

Suraimo crouched down and dived forward, taking him down at the waist.  Jackson landed on his back on the path with Suraimo hugging his waist.  Giggling, she found the button of his pants and pulled them down, again exposing his penis.  Not again, he thought, even as another part of him felt a thrill of anticipation.

“Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy,” Suraimo said.

She placed hands on either side of her generous breasts and pushed them together around his cock.  Sandwiched between two moist and elastic boobs, it didn’t take long for his manhood to surge up to its full length.

“Bounce, bounce, bounce,” Suraimo teased as her upper body bobbed up and down.

Jackson saw his erection roll around as it was buffeted between her transparent tits.  It was slippery within her cleavage and erotic shivers ran through him as she rubbed the soft mass of her breasts up and down his cock.

His enjoyment was sullied as he watched his health bar gradually get eaten away.

He was losing, again.

“Hey, what about my actions?” he asked.

It was supposed to be turn-based combat.  His seemed to have vanished.

“You don’t get any more actions,” she said.  “Bounce, bounce, bounce,” she added with a wide grin.

“Hey!  How is that fair?” Jackson complained.

Suraimo paused and looked at him quizzically.

“You did select the option: ‘Use paizuri on me until I come.’”

“I did?”

That was what the command did?

“Hold on,” he said.  “If I come I lose, right?”

“Yes.”

“So what’s the point of a command that causes the player to instantly lose?”

Suraimo placed a liquid hand on his chest and looked down at him with her head tilted to one side.

“How else are we going to know what moves a player wants done to them,” she explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.  She shook her head.  “I’m not sure you understand this game at all.”

She continued squeezing her breasts up against his cock like they were a pair of soft pillows.  Fluffed up between them, Jackson felt his cock give a warning twitch.  He tried to hold back the urge to come, but it was growing stronger and stronger.  At the same time his green bar in the control panel was dwindling away to nothing.

“Time to absorb your little man and make sure he’s all nice and snug for the release,” Suraimo said.

She squeezed her breasts together even tighter than before.  Jackson’s erection was swallowed up completely in her cleavage, trapped within a transparent prison that pulsed and shivered pleasantly around him.

“Squish, squish,” Suraimo said, smiling coquettishly, her lips plumped up like a classic movie-star beauty.

Her soft breasts were melting around him, enveloping his erection in warm jelly.  The liquid oozed down between his thighs and engulfed his balls.

Fuck.  He couldn’t hold it back.  He was going to lose.

“Squish,” Suraimo said, lips pouting in a kiss.

Her melting boobs throbbed around him.  He felt the gelatinous substance of her chest suck on his straining manhood.

“Coming,” Jackson grunted.

Pleasurable tension thrummed through his body.  His cock pulsed and spurted a thick rope of cum right into the churning center of her chest.  Her boobs started to swell up as she drank the semen pouring from Jackson in a sticky stream.  Again the motions of her gelatinous body seemed to take over to the point he wasn’t sure whether he was pumping cum into her or she was pumping it out of him.  The pleasure he felt was the same either way and she made sure to drag it out until Jackson felt weak and floppy in the aftermath.

Suraimo ran her slippery hands along Jackson’s sides.

“So, would you like that Bad End now?”

Panic shoved aside Jackson’s lethargy.  He had an answer for that:

Skip.

Hello, big tits angel.

Skip.

Goodbye, big tits angel.

“It’s a good command to have, right?” Suraimo said as he returned to the path.  “Handjob.”  She held up a hand and wiggled fingers as flexible as worms.  “Blowjob.”  she mimed sucking on an imaginary penis.  “Paizuri.”  She pushed her substantial boobs together.

A pleasurable shiver ran through Jackson as he remembered what she did to him last time.

Fucking stop it, he admonished.  His cock twitched in his pants and he wanted to bash the traitorous organ back down.

“It’s a popular selection,” Suraimo said.  “Players like to choose how to succumb.”

“Selecting how you want to lose is gay,” Jackson said.

Who chose to lose: losers, that’s who.

“You do know what this game is about?” Suraimo asked.

“It’s a pervy hentai game and I’m going to beat it,” Jackson said.  His face was stern as he settled into a fighting stance with his sword held out before him.

to be continued...


If you say so, Jackson.  If you say so...

Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-5 A Sticky Starting Scrap

Jackson continues to fuck up and Suraimo gets more XXX-rated.  Starting to think I should have named this segment Groundslime Day or Slimehog Day.


Jackson in HRPG World: 3-5 A Sticky Starting Scrap

Suraimo clapped her hands and giggled.  “Yay!  You figured out how to get free.”

And now the tide turns.

Jackson brought up the control panel in his mind and saw the fourth option was no longer grayed out.  Aha!  He selected it and his body took up a fighting stance with the sword held out in front of him.

Now we’re smoking.

“Oh, you want me to take it slow?” Suraimo queried.  “Sure, I can do that if you’d like.”

She glided forwards and slipped inside Jackson’s defenses.  One hand undid the button of his pants while the other squidged underneath his tunic and rubbed up his back.  A smaller chunk fell off his health bar this time.  He saw a 1.

1HP?  He supposed that was progress.

He selected the fourth command again.

Suraimo pressed her body close in an embrace.  Her hand slithered up to the back of his head and held him still as she crushed her lips on his in a sloppy kiss.  Her other hand slipped up and down his hard-on as smoothly as if it had been dipped in scented oil.

She broke off the kiss leaving her taste lingering on his tongue and lips.  It was nice: sweet, fruity and somehow naughty.

Focus, Jackson thought.

Maybe she’d neutralized the action or something.  He tried again.

Suraimo pressed her palm down on the swollen helmet of his cock.  She pushed and his dick sank into the warm, semi-liquid substance of her arm.  She kept on pushing until his whole length was absorbed and her fused fingers had enfolded his balls.  Pleasant sensations rippled down his shaft as she played with his balls.  Another small chunk fell off his health bar.

“No fair,” Jackson complained.  “When do I get to take my actions?”

Suraimo paused.  She looked puzzled.

“You’re taking them,” she said.  “You selected Defend for the last three turns.”

“Defend?”  Is that what he’d been doing.  The super-lame action no one ever took because it didn’t do anything.  Fucking great.

“Time to wrap you up again,” Suraimo said.  “You won’t get away this time.”  She delivered her lines like a self-aware kids’ TV show villain.

Waves of slime flowed out from her base and engulfed his feet and ankles.

Fuck defending.  Attacking was where he needed to be.  He tried the top option again.

Nothing happened.

“You can’t attack when you’re bound,” Suraimo said.

She went down on her knees in front of him while her slippery hand continued to pump up and down his erection.

“How about a nice blowjob?”  She smiled as she held his throbbing red erection.  “Slime girls give really good head.  Super sloppy.”

She wasn’t exaggerating.  Jackson closed his eyes as moist lips as soft as fine pillows wrapped around the swollen head of his cock and sucked him in like a popsicle.  He heard murmurs of pleasure and wet sucking sounds as Suraimo’s head bobbed back and forth.  He felt lips and a tongue, but there was no opening at the back of her mouth.  Instead his cock sank into a soft substance that sent pleasurable tingles tickling across his glans.

Suraimo released him with a wet smacking sound.  She ran a darker blue tongue over her plump lips.

“How’s that feel?” she asked.

“Uh,” was the best Jackson could manage.

A big chunk fell off his health bar.

“Whoops.  That was a little too powerful for your level.  I’ll have to tone it back a little to keep the fight fair.”

Stab her, Jackson thought.  All he had to do was lift the sword and thrust it straight down through her kneeling body.  Stab her.  Attaaaccckkk!

Nothing happened.

The corner of Suraimo’s mouth turned up in a smile.

“Ha ha, I see your game,” she said.  “You’re one of those that likes to pretend they’re fighting right until the end.”

She gave another murmur of pleasure and wrapped her lips around his cock.  Her head bobbed up and down while making loud slurping sounds.  Jackson’s cock was buried in warm slime that sucked at him like thick mud.  She carried on the attack for longer this time, sucking and sucking until Jackson’s cock was twitching right on the verge and all that remained of his health bar was a tiny green sliver.

Jackson tried to struggle free.  The sticky slime started to lose its grip.

“Not this time,” Suraimo said.

She responded by wrapping more curtains of thick, elastic slime around his legs and feet, covering him right up to the tops of his thighs.

Goddammit! Jackson thought.

“Nearly,” Suraimo said.  “I think you’re right at your limit.”

Jackson felt right at his limit.  His cock was throbbing in her hand.  Pre-cum oozed out of his japseye and dribbled down the shaft.  He watched as it encountered her transparent blue skin and was absorbed.

“Mmm, your bar is so low even the weakest attack would be enough to make you come.”  Suraimo looked up at him and smiled.  “I don’t need to hold back.  I can give you a really big suck.”

And she did.

With another orgasmic murmur she sucked him back into her mouth and moved her face all the way down until her plush lips were kissing his root.  Deep-throating him, if she had a throat to deep-throat him with.  What she had was better.  The soft amorphous substance of her body felt like rows and rows of lips around his cock, all of them kissing, squeezing, sucking.  She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him tighter.  The whole of her upper body was working on him now.  He felt her wet boobs squashed up against his upper thighs.  Her chest rose up and down like a marathon runner or deep-sea diver drawing in great gulps of air.

But it wasn’t air, it was him.

The last sliver of green fell off his health bar.

Oh fuck, this was going to be—

All the muscles in his body stiffened.  His hips jerked forwards like a released bowstring.  He sighed as a thick torrent of cum surged up his shaft and erupted into the liquid interior of her mouth.  Even gagged as she was with his cock, Suraimo still managed a muffled cry of glee.  Her chest continued to expand up and down as she guzzled down his cum like a sorority sister chugging on a keg.  Jackson’s ejaculation kept going.  He wasn’t sure his body had much say in it.  Suraimo was sucking it out of him as if his cock was a straw.

Oh fuck, was this head.  Fantastic, super sloppy, amazing head.

Jackson thought he might have orgasmed again, or maybe more.  The sensations merged into one seemingly never-ending throbbing burst of pleasure.

He tipped over backwards with a moon-faced smile on his lips.  Suraimo didn’t allow him to hit the floor.  She’d already sent thick pseudopodia out behind him and they caught him like a wet airbag.  Her gelatinous body lay on top of his legs and she continued to suck, drawing out every last drop from his cock and balls.

She lifted her head and showed Jackson the creamy white blobs of his cum on her lips and inside her mouth.  She sucked them inside, tipped back her head and gulped.  He saw the blobs flow down her throat and join the thick cloud drifting inside her chest.  Another gulp and the cloud was sucked down into her belly where it slowly dissipated.

She was a swallower, Jackson thought.

“Ahhh,” Suraimo sighed.  She showed him her empty mouth.

Yep, definitely a swallower.

“Time for that Bad End?” she asked.  Her slime rippled up over his exposed belly.

Bad End jolted Jackson from his haze of contentment.  What else did she like to swallow?

Skip.

Sad angel.

Skip.

Positive angel.

“I know what you’re doing,” Suraimo said after he’d returned to the forest path.  “You want to draw it out and save the H-scene to the last.  You want to see all my moves first.”

Jackson wanted to see her diced into little blue cubes.

“That’s so sweet.  I’ll be sure to add a few extra special ones to heighten your pleasure.”  She gave him a lascivious wink.

Jackson sighed.  He held up his sword.  Okay, let’s be systematic about this.

“Suraimo Torapo!”

The surprise attack was part of the script.  He couldn’t avoid it, but he could—

He selected the third option.

—struggle out of it.

He noticed the lines of gunk on his portrait in the control panel went away.  Okay, that must mean he was free.  Now maybe he’d be able to attack cleanly.

He selected the top left option.

He stepped forward and swung his sword.

Haha.  At last!  Now he was going to do some damage.

The slime girl sidestepped his swing.

“You’ll never hit anyone with a strike that slow,” she said, again delivering her lines like a self-aware cartoon villain.

Fuck!  So it wasn’t that option after all.  What else was there?  There was the bottom option, the seventh command.  He hadn’t tried that yet.  Selecting it brought up a second list of options.  He selected one at random.

to be continued . . .


Uh Oh.  That option.  What could possibly go wrong . . .

Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-4 A Sticky Starting Scrap

Hmm.  This was originally only supposed to be four to five chapters, but it appears Suraimo really likes playing with her opponents.  The usual NSFW and git-gone-if-you're-younger-than-18 rules apply.


Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-4 A Sticky Starting Scrap.

“Want a second service?” she asked.  “How about I use these?”

She cupped her hands around her substantial blue breasts and squeezed them together.

Jackson’s cock sprang to attention in his pants.

Give it a rest, he thought.  She’s made out of bright blue jello.

It’s not sexy.

She gave him a suggestive smile as she reached down and unbuttoned his pants.  They fell to the floor and Jackson’s erection flopped free.

Look.  It’s not sexy.

His other head had a different idea on that.  It bobbed around on the end of a hardening shaft.

Suraimo ran a tongue over plush blue lips and mischief glittered in her eyes.  She crouched down until her swollen boobs were level with his waist.  She held them apart and Jackson’s cock twitched in the space between them.

It’s not—

Suraimo brought her tits together with a wet splodge, sandwiching Jackson’s cock.

Ohhhhh.

She absorbed his member.  Jackson looked down and saw it resting between the transparent bulges of her enormous boobs.  He felt their soft elasticity pressing all around him as Suraimo squeezed them together.

He saw the control panel is his mind again.  A message he couldn’t read flashed up.  There was a number, 4, he could read buried amongst the moon runes.  He also noticed there was a green bar on the bottom left.  Somewhere between a fifth and a quarter of its length dropped off the end.

Ah, so that must be his life bar.  The one on the right must be hers.

So hit her.

He looked at the commands and tried to work out which one would allow him to do that.

Fuck it.  Screw the control panel.  She was kneeling in front of him—a sitting duck.  All he had to do was lift up the massive sword and stab it straight down.  Easy.

Do it!

Attaaaacccckkkk!

Nothing happened.

Okay, another unreadable message flashed up.  But there were no numbers, no change to her life bar and the stupid sword remained resolutely nowhere near plunging down into her back.

“That doesn’t work when you’re bound,” Suraimo said.

She squished her boobs together and jiggled them around his cock.  Jackson felt her soft curves rub against him.  Another chunk fell off his life bar.

This wasn’t going right at all.

Hold on.  It was a pervy Japanese hentai game.  Maybe he was supposed to be using his other ‘sword’.

Instead of trying to pull away from her, he tensed his buttocks and thrust his hard cock deeper into the gelatinous substance of her chest.

Didn’t expect that, huh.

Suraimo smiled with delight.  “So eager.  Are slime girls your fetish?”

What?  Wait . . .

Jackson realized he was completely stuck between her breasts now.  He couldn’t pull out.  They swelled up of their own accord and pressed tightly all around his erection.

“In that case I’ll give you a really pleasant service.”  Suraimo smiled up at him with eyes full of filthy intent.

Her breasts throbbed around his cock.  He felt it all the way down in his balls.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Suraimo said.  “I’m not supposed to have a paizuri attack, but there’s only so many tentacle handjobs a girl can give out before it starts to get boring.”

Her boobs pulsed and her cleavage clenched tightly around him.  So tight her breasts melted together and his cock was absorbed into the thick liquid suction of her body.  Shudders ran through him.  He erupted inside her.  This time she helped him with the ejaculation.  The molten swell of her breasts throbbed against him like bellows, prolonging his orgasm and drawing more semen from his cock even after he thought the flow was subsiding.

Mewling in pleasure, Suraimo wrapped her arms around Jackson’s ass and pressed her wet breasts into his lap.  He continued to spurt inside the warm gelatinous substance of her chest.  A dense white cloud was blooming inside her blue body and his knees were feeling wobbly.  He couldn’t fall over; Suraimo had wrapped the whole of his lower body in curtains of thick, elastic slime.

“Oh, sugoi,” Suraimo sighed.  Her eyes were shut and there was a red flush on her cheeks.  Jackson had no idea where that had come from, it wasn’t as if she had blood vessels.

The flow finally ebbed away to a trickle and Jackson watched the fluffy white cloud dissipate through her body.  Suraimo looked up at him, her eyes bright.

“You lost,” she said.  “Time for your Bad End.”

The lines of her body softened and started to wriggle up Jackson’s exposed flesh.

Skiiippp!

He was back on the cloudy plane with the sad big tits angel.  She opened her mouth to—

Skip.

The big tits angel sent him back to the woodland path with a smile full of hope.

Suraimo was waiting for him.  “You skipped the H-scene again,” she said.  “I told you to be careful with the skip button.  Now you’ll have to lose to me again if you want to see it.”

Not this time.  Jackson was ready.  No more surprise attacks gluing his feet to the floor.  He was prepared.  The moment she’d tried that shit he was going to jump—

“Suraimo Torapo!”

Jackson’s feet were glued to the floor.

Motherfucker!  How could she move so fast?

Suraimo giggled as her slime bubbled up between his toes and covered his ankles.  A little bit of Jackson’s life bar fell away.  She sent her layer of slime up past his knees and then dutifully waited for him to take his action.

Okay, let’s think about this.  Jackson studied the control panel.

“Are you sure you understood Aerias’s instructions?” Suraimo asked.

“Shut it, I’m thinking,” Jackson snapped back.

Let’s be methodical about this.  He’d tried the top option from both the first and second column and it hadn’t done anything.  The second and fourth options on the left were grayed out and couldn’t be selected.  What about the third option, the funny squiggle?  He hadn’t tried that one yet.

He selected it.

His hips and legs moved of their own accord.  He stepped backwards and this time the slimy constraints of her body felt more like wet mud than industrial strength rubber covered in super glue.  He struggled free.

Suraimo clapped her hands and giggled.  “Yay!  You figured out how to get free.”

And now the tide turns.

to be continued . . .


"The tide turns?"  I think you're being a wee bit optimistic there, Jackson.

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

I'm actually ahead of schedule, for once.


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

Jackson squirmed again in a fruitless attempt to get free.

Fucking great.  He was stuck in some sick puppy’s perverted hentai game and he didn’t have the faintest idea how to play it.

He focused on the control panel superimposed over his vision.  He was stuck having to play these games by their rules.  That’s how it went.  One of the options must allow him to dice the bitch.  All he had to do was guess which one.  If it wasn’t the top action on the left then it must be the top one on the right.  He selected it.

Nothing happened.

The slime girl laughed.  “Ha ha.  I knew you were just like all the others.”

A pseudopod reared up and dived into his junk with a wet splodge.  Jackson jerked backwards involuntarily.  It was not a sensation he was expecting.  Given the slimy nature of her body he’d expected something cold and unpleasantly squishy.  Or worse, an acidic burning.  Instead it felt sort of . . . nice.

Her jelly had engulfed the whole of his cock.  Like a mouth had opened in the end of her tentacle and she’d sucked him in.  He felt the warm, moist and soft substance of her body wrapped around him.  He could even still see his penis.  He saw it lengthening into an erection through her transparent blue skin.  He watched his foreskin move back and forth as her amorphous appendage sucked and tugged on him.

His cock was inside her slime.  He should pull it out before she did something nasty, like dissolve it or some scary shit like that.

The tentacle bulged as more of the amorphous material of her body flowed up and enveloped his cock in a warm, gelid grip.  It felt really good.

In a moment, Jackson thought.

The slime giggled.  “They always like to lose first time round, naughty boys,” she said.

Bulges in the tentacle moved back and forth as she masturbated him.

“Ha ha,” the slime girl said.  “Soon I’ll take you to—”

“Uh,” Jackson said.  He felt his cock throb as he expelled a glob of cloudy semen right into the liquid interior of her tentacle.

“Oh,” the slime girl said, her mouth forming a surprised o.  “Whoops.  My fault.  I should have gone easier on you.  Your repressive Western culture mustn’t allow you much experience of games like this.”

Jackson didn’t have the faintest idea what she was talking about.  He did know he’d just jizzed right inside her slimy tentacle and that was just fucking wrong.

More of her slime flowed right down to the end of the tentacle.  It bunched up around the root of his cock, forming a soft cuff.  She rolled it up his shaft and squeezed out the last dribbles of cum left in his pipes.  Jackson watched as the little splatters of cum floating within her slime were drawn down the tentacle and up into her main body.

“Mmm, tasty,” she said as the little clouds of his semen dissolved and were absorbed by her semi-liquid flesh.

“Is it my turn now?” Jackson asked.  All the command options had gone away.

The slime girl looked surprised.  “Turn?  It’s over.  You came, you lost.”

“What?” Jackson complained.  “That’s not fair.  I didn’t understand the controls.”

“It’s not the end of the game,” the slime girl laughed.  “You can repeat the same fight over and over.”  Her face took on a very lewd expression.  “Actually, that’s kind of the whole point.”

She slithered towards him.  More tentacles budded off her blue body and reached out for his immobilized body.

“But first: You came, you lost, now it’s time to enjoy your Bad End.”

Her expression was now really lewd . . . really lewd and hungry.

Bad End?  Jackson didn’t like the sound of that at all.  Japs were freaks, everyone knew that.  This end scene could be anything, even her absorbing him and melting his face off.  Having to watch that would be bad enough, but actually being in the game and experiencing it firsthand . . .

Panicking, Jackson checked the control panel.  Wait, there were some commands he recognized, up on the right, just above the main message window.  Save and . . .

Skip!

The slime girl opened her arms to embrace him.  Her tentacles slithered around his body.

Skip skip skip skip SKIIIIP!

The slime girl’s eyes widened in surprise.  “You’re skipping the sex scene?  Who does—”

The woodland path vanished and Jackson found himself back on the featureless, cloudy plane with the big tits angel.  She looked sad.

Alas, poor Ian Jackson, Jackson thought.  The unlucky adventurer had all the flesh melted off his bones by a skanky slime girl.  Or some other shit like that.

The angel opened her mouth and started speaking to Jackson in moonspeak.  Not again, couldn’t he just—

Hey wait, the skip option was here too.  Sweet.

Skip.

Jackson went straight to the end of the angel’s speech.  She’d stopped looking sad and instead had a smile full of positivity and hope.

Go forth and cube the slimy skank, Jackson imagined her saying in a squeaky voice.

The angel and the cloudy plane faded out and Jackson was back on the woodland path with the battle music playing in the background.  A blue splodge landed on the center of the path and bounced up into the jiggling form of a super-hot babe.

“Ready for the rematch?” she asked.

Huh?   How would she know it was a rematch?  That was the whole point of continue.  It rewound the player back to the point before they’d gotten themselves squished.  So how could she know about things that technically hadn’t even happened?

“And be careful with the skip button,” she said.  “You skipped the H-scene last time.”

Well d’uh.  Like he wanted to watch his dick get melted off.

“I’m Suraimo,” the slime girl said.  “I don’t think we had a chance to introduce ourselves last time.”

Jackson didn’t say anything.

“The silent type, how delicious,” Suraimo said.  “Have you got the hang of the controls now?”

Jackson raised his stupidly large and probably shit sword.  He could do this.  The game might be in Japanese, but she was only a low-level monster—the tutorial battle.  He could do this.  He was going to dice her into little blue cubes . . . cautiously.

“Okay, let’s go.  Suraimo Torapo!”

Jackson was stuck in a blue puddle of slime.  Again.

Great.  He twisted and pulled, but couldn’t get his body free.  Suraimo’s hips swayed from side to side as she glided towards him.

“Want a second service?” she asked.  “How about I use these?”

She cupped her hands around her substantial blue breasts and squeezed them together.

to be continued . . .

Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-2 A Sticky Starting Scrap

Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-2 A Sticky Starting Scrap

The blue blob bobbed and quivered.  Protoplasm erupted out of the top and formed into the shape of a sexy young woman with humongous, jiggling boobies.

Jackson’s mouth fell open.

He'd fought blue slimes before.  They were bouncing teardrops with googly eyes that looked like they'd been drawn by a five-year-old.  This . . . didn't.

She—and it was definitely a she—was the same height as him.  She was bright blue and partially transparent.  He could see the bushes and trees behind her through her body.  Their shapes were blurry and distorted by her curves.

She had curves—wow did she have curves—and they were in all the right places.  Her figure reminded Jackson of the high school cheerleaders he’d lusted after even though he’d known he never stood a chance.  She jiggled and wobbled on the path as if she’d been freshly popped from a mold taken from the body cast of a curvaceous glamour model.  A babe made out of jello.  A jello babe.

Fucking game developers again, Jackson thought.  Always obsessed with the T & A because they couldn’t get any in the real world.  He gripped the hilt of his shitty starting sword.  It was a damn shame, but he was going to have to dice Ms. Jello 2013 into little cubes.

The slime girl said something to him in moonspeak.

Don’t understand, don’t care, Jackson thought.  He lifted up his sword and . . .

. . . found himself standing on a featureless cloudy plane with the big tits angel floating in front of him.

Great, the battle tutorial.

The angel asked him some questions in moonspeak.  Jackson smiled, nodded his head and pretended to understand.  Obviously he didn’t, but if he told the big tits angel that then she’d repeat the instructions over and over until he collapsed of old age.

He didn’t need the instructions anyway.  It was a stupid JRPG.  They were all the same.  They all had the same commands.  Attack, Magic, Item, Run Away.  It was the same every fucking time.  So Jackson smiled, nodded his head and waited for the big tits angel to send him back so he could splatter Ms. Jelly Tits all over the pre-rendered backdrops exactly the same as he’d done to all the other bouncing blue retards.

The angel finished her piece and Jackson was sent back to the path.  The blue girl stood in front of him with her hands on her hips.  Naked blue girl, Jackson amended.  Naked blue girl with a level of anatomical detail that would usually get a game artist in a lot of trouble.

The blue girl smiled at him and asked him yet another question he didn’t understand.  Annoyed at being teleported all over the place and having to listen to people jabber moonspeak at him, Jackson finally snapped.

“Doesn’t anyone speak American in this stupid fucking game!” he yelled at the sky.

“Oh,” the slime girl said.  “A Westerner.  What are you doing playing an Eastern game in the original nihongo?” she asked in perfect English.

Jackson gawped at her.

“It’s okay, I know why,” she said.  “They don’t allow you to make games like this in the West because they’re afraid children might get their hands on them and grow up crazy.  It’s so unfortunate to have to live in such a repressive regime.  If you want a little harmless fun you have to seek it out elsewhere.  And . . .”

She pressed her ample boobs together and leaned forward to fully emphasize her jaw-dropping cleavage.

“ . . . pictures are the universal language.”

Jackson’s jaw dropped.

“Lucky for you I speak American,” the slime girl continued.  “That’s why they made my scene part of the trial,” she added proudly.

Jackson continued to stare at her tits.  That was some pair, even if they were blue and see-through.

She squished them closer together.  They looked a little more . . . elastic than a normal girl’s.  “Are these fine?” she asked.  “Would you like them bigger?  Or smaller?  Is this height okay?  I know some Western boys get a little intimidated if the girl is taller than them.  I can change to be shorter if that’s what you prefer.”

Jackson stared at her in bafflement.  He might understand the words now, but he still had no fucking clue what she was talking about.

“Aren’t we supposed to be fighting?” he asked.

“Oh yes, the ‘fight’.”  She even signaled the inverted commas like an MTV Valley Girl.  “Okay.  It’s my surprise attack so I get to go first.”

Jackson felt something wet and sticky squish up between his toes.  He looked down and saw the slime girl had formed a puddle beneath his feet and he was standing right in the middle of it.  He tried to lift a foot and managed only a couple of inches.  It was like standing on a glue trap.

“Suraimo Torapo,” the girl said.  “I’ve got you now.”

Jackson couldn’t pull free.  The slime oozed up over his feet and ankles, forming a thick elastic sheath that kept his feet stuck together.

“Up I go,” the slime girl teased.

The rising sheath of slime crawled up to his thighs.  Then it stopped.  Jackson twisted and squirmed, but couldn’t break through.  Smiling, the slime girl watched him . . .

. . . and watched . . .

. . . and watched . . .

. . . until after a while she feigned a yawn.  “Come on,” she said.  “I haven’t got all day.”

Jackson looked at her glistening, transparent body with a baffled expression on his face.

“It’s your turn,” she explained.  “Aren’t you going to do anything?”

“Huh,” Jackson said.  He paused his fruitless efforts to lift his feet.  He was totally stuck.

“Your action.  Unless you want to skip it,” she added with a suggestive smile.

Of course.  Stupid turn-based combat, Jackson thought.  They had to take it in turns to attack.  It didn’t make any sense, but then neither did hos with porn star bodies made out of transparent blue jello.

He became aware of a control panel superimposed over his vision.  There it was.  All he had to do was select a command action from the list.

Unfortunately, they were all in moon runes.  There were seven choices in all—four on the left, three on the right—and he didn’t have the slightest idea what any of them were.

He picked the first one on the left.  That was where the Attack  button usually was, right?

Nothing happened.

“You’re bound,” the slime girl said.  “That doesn’t work.  My turn!” she added with a musical giggle.

The sticky slime crawled higher up his legs.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding,” the girl said.

Tentacles formed out of the elastic slime sheath.  They wriggled upwards until they found the button of his pants.  They popped it and pulled down his pants until his junk flopped free.

“Nice,” the slime girl said.  She ran a blue tongue over blueberry-colored lips.  “Next attack I think I’ll play with it.  Would you like that?”

Jackson squirmed again in a fruitless attempt to get free.

Fucking great.  He was stuck in some sick puppy’s perverted hentai game and he didn’t have the faintest idea how to play it.

to be continued . . .

Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-1 A Sticky Starting Scrap

Time to set Jackson off on another (mis)adventure.  No prizes for guessing the game.


Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-1 A Sticky Starting Scrap

“Jakasan.”

Mostly asleep, Ian Jackson wasn’t sure if the feminine voice was coming from the waking world or his dreams.

“Ian Jakasan.”

“Fuck off,” Jackson said.  He tried to bury his head deeper into his pillow.

A lightning bolt came out of the blue and grounded through Jackson’s dozing form.  He jumped about a foot off the mattress.  His sheets slipped off his convulsing form.  His hair stood on end and his teeth clenched together so hard they would have bitten off the end of his tongue had it not already been turned back on itself like a slug dipped in salt.

It also woke him up.

After his body stopped twitching uncontrollably he took stock of his surroundings.  It wasn’t the bed he’d gone to sleep in.  It looked similar, but this was a different plain little bed in a different plain little bedroom.  It had a single bookcase and single wardrobe, same as the plain little bedroom he’d fallen asleep in, but they were in different positions.  Like the other bedroom, the room looked a prop department’s idea of what a plain little peasant’s bedroom should look like rather than a room someone actually lived in.  That was because it wasn’t real.  It was part of a computer game and Jackson was stuck inside it.

There was an angel floating at the foot of his bed.  She had massive tits.

She smiled beatifically at Jackson like a mother to her brainless brat.  She might have had a kind, maternal face, but the rest of her body was one hundred percent MILF, with the emphasis on the F.  Her white dress was slinky rather than saintly.  It hugged her shapely figure like a second skin and a split down the sides exposed the creamy-white flesh of her thighs.  A pendant with a large red stone drew attention to her neck and the deep creamy valley of her cleavage beneath it.

Doubtless the Bible Belt would not approve of this depiction of an angel.  Jackson supposed it could have been worse.  At least she wasn’t blindfolded and tied up with bondage chains.

Jackson was too busy ogling her babelicious figure to notice she’d opened her mouth and was speaking to him.  Not that it mattered.  He couldn’t understand a word she was saying.

This was a first.  Before, it hadn’t mattered where Jackson had been or who he’d talked to, everyone had spoken English back at him.  Was this some kind of glitch or bug?

“I don’t understand,” he said to the angel in white.

She paused and asked him what he guessed was a question from the intonation of her voice.  Jackson shrugged.  He hadn’t understood that either.

The angel nodded and then carried on with her spiel in a language that was incomprehensible to Jackson.

Not carry on, repeat, he realized.  He recognized some words.  It sounded a lot like the same speech she’d tried to give him earlier.

“I don’t understand,” Jackson interrupted, growing frustrated.

The angel paused and asked him another, or even the same, question.  Jackson didn’t understand, so he shrugged again.  This time he was sure the angel was repeating the same speech right from the beginning.

Stupid game.  It must have got stuck on the wrong language.

This time when the angel asked the question again he smiled brightly and nodded.  If he didn’t the angel would just keep repeating the same piece over and over.  Besides, he didn’t need to understand what she was saying, it was the same usual shit every JRPG started with.

I, angel of the giant mammaries, have chosen you to save the world/princess from the evil dragon/sorcerer/demon king.  You of all the stupid-haired kids with unfeasibly large swords are the most likely to complete this arduous quest despite currently being a level one weakling that would immediately expire if the wild dogs roaming around the second village so much as sneezed on you.  Now go, achieve your destiny, slaughter all the wildlife between here and the final castle while amassing enough to gold to crash the economies of every kingdom in the land.  You will, of course, be able to carry this gold—all of it—around in your pockets.

As she spoke Jackson’s gaze dropped to the level of her cleavage and stayed there.  He wouldn’t have minded putting his hands on those and giving them a good squeeze.  Did wanting to squeeze the tits of an angel automatically doom him to hell?

Nah.  She wasn’t real.  She was just pixels, same as everything else around here.

Finally, her speech given, the angel faded away and Jackson was able to get back to sleep.  He wasn’t out for long before a commotion outside woke him up.

Good morning, this is the alarm call for your tutorial quest.

He wondered what would happen if he stuffed a pillow over his ears and ignored it.  No, he couldn’t risk it.  It might trigger some kind of non-standard game over that left him trapped here for eternity.

Swearing, Jackson got out of bed and got dressed.  He found an impressive-looking sword that must be shit because it was his starting weapon and all starting weapons were shit.

At least there were no NPC parents waiting in the kitchen to bore him with their single line of encouragement repeated over and over.  That meant he must be the poor little orphan destined to save the entire kingdom or some other shit like that.  It also meant this shitty little hovel was his alone.  Nothing a good bulldozer couldn’t fix.

Outside, the inhabitants of Ye Olde Little Rustic Starting Village were running around and screaming their heads off as if the sky was falling down on top of them.  They were also screaming the same gibberish language Jackson couldn’t understand.

A blessing.  At least he didn’t need to worry about talking to each and every one of them on the off chance one of them had a vital piece of information he needed to find out.  Smiling, he gave the panicking villagers a cheery wave and walked in the direction of their pointing fingers as nonchalantly as if he was heading down to the local 7-11 to pick up a case of beer.

Given he was level one and this was the starting village, it was probably something super lame like a butterfly or raccoon.

That pissed him off the most.  When They—whoever They were—moved him from game to game, couldn’t they at least let him keep his levels.  It fucking sucked having to start right from level one again and again.

Jackson reached the edge of the village where a dark, primeval forest encroached.

It was going to be a butterfly, or a dog, or maybe even a lone ferocious goblin.

Ooh, the terror.

Or it could be one of those stupid auto-lose fights against some enormous dragon or similar monster.  Jackson wasn’t relishing that prospect.  Sure, he couldn’t Game Over, but being stomped into the ground by a level bajillion dragon was fucking painful when you were actually in the game for real.

He walked between the trees.  This was where the villagers had pointed to.  No humongous dragon, which was a relief, but also no stupid butterfly or pansy level one monster either.  Was this the right place?

Battle music played in the background.

Yep, it was the right place.

A blue splodge jumped out into the centre of the path and wobbled like an oversized plate of jelly.

Of course, he should have known.  Obviously it was going to be a blue slime.  It was always a fucking blue slime.

The blue blob bobbed and quivered.  Protoplasm erupted out of the top and formed into the shape of a sexy young woman with humongous, jiggling boobies.

Jackson’s mouth fell open.

to be continued . . .


The posting schedule might be a little erratic for the next week or so while my aging laptop decides whether or not it's going to expire completely.  Sunday hopefully, a few days later if not.