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.
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Saturday, January 26, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
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 . . .
“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 . . .
Saturday, January 12, 2013
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: 3-6 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...
Saturday, January 05, 2013
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: 3-5 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 . . .
Saturday, December 29, 2012
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: 3-4 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.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
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: 3-3 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 . . .
Monday, December 17, 2012
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 . . .
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 . . .
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
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.
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.
Sunday, November 04, 2012
DaBigBoom in HRPG-World: 2-9 Exploding Kiwis in the Nether Regions
And finally we reach an end. Fifi finishes Jackson off.
DaBigBoom in HRPG-World: 2-9 Exploding Kiwis in the Nether Regions
“Now where were we?” Fifi asked. Her hand caressed the back of DaBigBoom’s neck. She stared at him, her eyes bright. And hard. Like precious stones. “Oh yes. Who are you, really?”
DaBigBoom tried again to tell her his real name. “I’m Da—”
Her tail came down and took in his whole length with a wet schlub. Jackson twitched as his cock was once again sheathed in soft, pliable flesh. The tail attached itself to his groin and began to pulse and suck obscenely. Warm juices were exuded over his helpless member and lascivious flesh wriggled up and down his shaft. He moaned and writhed as Fifi expertly used her tail to suck him up through higher planes of pleasure.
“The name isn’t important. It’s just a label.”
Her moist eyes seemed to expand large enough to swallow him whole. The tail worked up and down like a piston, making lewd squelches as it sucked and squeezed him into paroxysms of ecstasy. His hips were already responding with sympathetic twitches.
“Tell me who you are and how you came to be here,” Fifi asked, light yet irresistible.
“I don’t know,” Jackson moaned. He writhed in pleasure as her tail continued to pleasure him. “I was playing a game, a computer game, and I got sucked in. I think. I can’t remember exactly. All I know was one moment I was living a normal life in the real world and the next I was in the game. Not just this game. Other games too.”
Fifi’s tail slowed down and began to gently pulsate around his cock, teasing him with soft, insistent tugs. She rubbed her leg against his. A gurgling sound travelled down her tail and Jackson shivered as his cock was flooded with a slithery, licentious liquid. The bulbous jar massaged it into the stretched skin of his erection with lewd pulses.
“I play them,” he continued. “I thought if I completed the game I’d get back to the real world, but it doesn’t happen. I keep getting moved on from game to game before I can get near the end.”
“Fascinating,” Fifi said.
Jackson groaned. Her tail had sucked him to orgasm. His muscles bunched and spasmed as he sprayed cum right up into the cloying grip of her tail.
“A gamer from the human world, the real one. And not just an avatar, here in the flesh. How can that be?”
She leaned over and pressed her soft lips against his in a kiss. Jackson came again. Or maybe it was a continuation of the last orgasm. The succubus had him completely in the palm of her hand. She reinforced the point by cupping his overworked balls in her hand and tickling the flesh behind with the points of her nails.
“No wonder you taste so delectable,” Fifi said with a contented sigh.
Jackson was starting to get afraid. A steady stream of single digit numbers floated up from his body as her tail milked semen from him. That didn’t concern him so much. It was part of the game. Pixels. It was what the succubus was doing to him and how it made him feel inside that was worrying him. He felt weird—tugged about and twisted around.
“Please,” Jackson said. “I just want to get out and get back home.”
Pink sparks crackled around the end of her tail. Jackson felt it grow warm around his cock, but pleasantly so. Electricity sparkled across Jackson’s nerve endings. His cock stayed hard and throbbing, eager to disgorge another load. Fifi continued to squeeze and suck on him with her tail.
“Who welcomed . . .”
She paused while Jackson bucked and thrashed in the throes of another orgasm.
“Who welcomed you to the game? The first one?” she asked.
Her tail continued to pulse with slow throbs.
“Welcome? No one, I think,” Jackson said. The inside of his innermost jacket was soaked with sweat.
“Curiouser and curiouser,” Fifi said. “There are rules. Someone should have been there to meet you and give you your quest. A gamer must always have a quest. Oh well.”
Numbers continued to stream up into the sky. Jackson screwed up his eyes as the channel within her tail contracted around him. Soft flesh squeezed up against his swollen glans in a wet kiss. The bulb squeezed right down, preparing for one last, final suck.
A loud cheer went up from the direction of the castle. Fifi lifted her head, glanced over and tsked.
“That fat pile of blubber always was a most unimpressive boss,” she said.
Her tail detached from him with a noisy wet squelch. Sickly white streams of cum dribbled down his shaft for a few moments before the flow dried up.
“Pihanga’s—your—forces have won this level. This battle is over.”
She stood up. She was about to turn and walk away when she looked down at DaBigBoom’s jackets and mmmed. She reached down, pulled the outermost one off him and tried it on. It was blue with yellow trim, with broad shoulders and long like a cape. It looked good on her, which was stating the obvious; her supernatural sexiness meant she could wear anything and make it look good.
“Wait,” he called out as she was about to leave. “What’s this quest I’m supposed to complete? Where—how—do I find it?”
Fifi shrugged. “I’m sure it will become apparent. These things usually do.”
Her hair changed colour. Violet flowed out from her scalp and down her silky long hair, washing the black away. Her skin lightened in colour and a spiralling black tattoo blossomed on the left side of her body like twisted ivy. She struck a sexy pose for DaBigBoom.
“It’s been most enjoyable, but I’m needed in another game.”
The sexiness of her body was breathtaking. DaBigBoom felt like he’d just gone thirty rounds with Lennox Lewis, but a glance from her sultry eyes, a glimpse of the creamy white bulges underneath her jacket, the hairless folds of her sex, and his body wanted to do it all over again. She knew it and her eyes glittered with amusement. The orifice at the end of her tail dilated. DaBigBoom thought it was winking at him.
“It’s a hentai game,” Fifi said, her eyes lighting up with lust. “If I beat the hero I get to do whatever I want to him.”
And this wasn’t a hentai game? DaBigBoom thought. He looked down at the slimy mess of his crotch. Sure seemed perverted enough.
“Maybe it’ll be you,” she giggled.
She put a hand to her lips and blew him a kiss that took the form of a sparkly red heart. It floated through the air and burst against his skin with a sound like silvery bells.
A 1 appeared above DaBigBoom’s head. He popped and vanished from the game board in a puff of smoke.
* * * *
DaBigBoom opened his eyes. Three faces were looking down at him. Pihanga and Fiore were already familiar to him. The third wasn’t as familiar, but DaBigBoom remembered seeing her outside the hospital tent back at the castle. She smiled and looked down at him with wide blue eyes that held a smidgeon too much crazy for DaBigBoom’s comfort.
“Good as new,” the girl with long black hair and unsettling eyes said.
“We won,” Fiore said. “You held off the succubus long enough for us to kick Wally’s flabby ass.”
“In recognition I hereby promote you to the rank of sergeant,” Pihanga said. “Now get out of bed and follow me. We’ve the next level to complete.”
“Ahem,” the girl—DaBigBoom assumed doctor or nurse despite her wearing a costume that looked more suited to a shrine maiden from Medieval Japan—said. She held out a hand.
Pihanga tossed her a coin.
The girl looked down at the single coin in her palm and frowned. “Hey. Resurrection and full HP restore. This isn’t enough.”
Pihanga pointed to DaBigBoom’s yellow baseball cap. “K’winny,” she said.
The girl looked dubiously at DaBigBoom but didn’t push it further. DaBigBoom shrugged apologetically and followed Pihanga and Fiore out of the hospital.
Jackson in HRPG-World: 2 End
As some have already guessed, the main game being parodied is the complete lunacy of Disgaea. Disgaea (there are four main games in the series, although I've only played the first on a DS emulator) is a tactical RPG that also spawned an anime series. It's great fun to play and has plenty of moments of wicked humour. The other game I spliced in is an old arcade classic: The New Zealand Story.
Neither are adult games. Disgaea does have a succubus monster type and while she has plenty of "bounce", she's harmless innuendo at best. Harmless . . . unless you have a cesspool for an imagination like me.
If you enjoyed this series, please support my writing by picking up one of my books (which I'm sure you'll also enjoy).
I'm going to give the series a break for a couple of weeks while I continue to work on Succubus Summoning 201. Jackson will return in "A Sticky Starting Scrap."
DaBigBoom in HRPG-World: 2-9 Exploding Kiwis in the Nether Regions
“Now where were we?” Fifi asked. Her hand caressed the back of DaBigBoom’s neck. She stared at him, her eyes bright. And hard. Like precious stones. “Oh yes. Who are you, really?”
DaBigBoom tried again to tell her his real name. “I’m Da—”
Her tail came down and took in his whole length with a wet schlub. Jackson twitched as his cock was once again sheathed in soft, pliable flesh. The tail attached itself to his groin and began to pulse and suck obscenely. Warm juices were exuded over his helpless member and lascivious flesh wriggled up and down his shaft. He moaned and writhed as Fifi expertly used her tail to suck him up through higher planes of pleasure.
“The name isn’t important. It’s just a label.”
Her moist eyes seemed to expand large enough to swallow him whole. The tail worked up and down like a piston, making lewd squelches as it sucked and squeezed him into paroxysms of ecstasy. His hips were already responding with sympathetic twitches.
“Tell me who you are and how you came to be here,” Fifi asked, light yet irresistible.
“I don’t know,” Jackson moaned. He writhed in pleasure as her tail continued to pleasure him. “I was playing a game, a computer game, and I got sucked in. I think. I can’t remember exactly. All I know was one moment I was living a normal life in the real world and the next I was in the game. Not just this game. Other games too.”
Fifi’s tail slowed down and began to gently pulsate around his cock, teasing him with soft, insistent tugs. She rubbed her leg against his. A gurgling sound travelled down her tail and Jackson shivered as his cock was flooded with a slithery, licentious liquid. The bulbous jar massaged it into the stretched skin of his erection with lewd pulses.
“I play them,” he continued. “I thought if I completed the game I’d get back to the real world, but it doesn’t happen. I keep getting moved on from game to game before I can get near the end.”
“Fascinating,” Fifi said.
Jackson groaned. Her tail had sucked him to orgasm. His muscles bunched and spasmed as he sprayed cum right up into the cloying grip of her tail.
“A gamer from the human world, the real one. And not just an avatar, here in the flesh. How can that be?”
She leaned over and pressed her soft lips against his in a kiss. Jackson came again. Or maybe it was a continuation of the last orgasm. The succubus had him completely in the palm of her hand. She reinforced the point by cupping his overworked balls in her hand and tickling the flesh behind with the points of her nails.
“No wonder you taste so delectable,” Fifi said with a contented sigh.
Jackson was starting to get afraid. A steady stream of single digit numbers floated up from his body as her tail milked semen from him. That didn’t concern him so much. It was part of the game. Pixels. It was what the succubus was doing to him and how it made him feel inside that was worrying him. He felt weird—tugged about and twisted around.
“Please,” Jackson said. “I just want to get out and get back home.”
Pink sparks crackled around the end of her tail. Jackson felt it grow warm around his cock, but pleasantly so. Electricity sparkled across Jackson’s nerve endings. His cock stayed hard and throbbing, eager to disgorge another load. Fifi continued to squeeze and suck on him with her tail.
“Who welcomed . . .”
She paused while Jackson bucked and thrashed in the throes of another orgasm.
“Who welcomed you to the game? The first one?” she asked.
Her tail continued to pulse with slow throbs.
“Welcome? No one, I think,” Jackson said. The inside of his innermost jacket was soaked with sweat.
“Curiouser and curiouser,” Fifi said. “There are rules. Someone should have been there to meet you and give you your quest. A gamer must always have a quest. Oh well.”
Numbers continued to stream up into the sky. Jackson screwed up his eyes as the channel within her tail contracted around him. Soft flesh squeezed up against his swollen glans in a wet kiss. The bulb squeezed right down, preparing for one last, final suck.
A loud cheer went up from the direction of the castle. Fifi lifted her head, glanced over and tsked.
“That fat pile of blubber always was a most unimpressive boss,” she said.
Her tail detached from him with a noisy wet squelch. Sickly white streams of cum dribbled down his shaft for a few moments before the flow dried up.
“Pihanga’s—your—forces have won this level. This battle is over.”
She stood up. She was about to turn and walk away when she looked down at DaBigBoom’s jackets and mmmed. She reached down, pulled the outermost one off him and tried it on. It was blue with yellow trim, with broad shoulders and long like a cape. It looked good on her, which was stating the obvious; her supernatural sexiness meant she could wear anything and make it look good.
“Wait,” he called out as she was about to leave. “What’s this quest I’m supposed to complete? Where—how—do I find it?”
Fifi shrugged. “I’m sure it will become apparent. These things usually do.”
Her hair changed colour. Violet flowed out from her scalp and down her silky long hair, washing the black away. Her skin lightened in colour and a spiralling black tattoo blossomed on the left side of her body like twisted ivy. She struck a sexy pose for DaBigBoom.
“It’s been most enjoyable, but I’m needed in another game.”
The sexiness of her body was breathtaking. DaBigBoom felt like he’d just gone thirty rounds with Lennox Lewis, but a glance from her sultry eyes, a glimpse of the creamy white bulges underneath her jacket, the hairless folds of her sex, and his body wanted to do it all over again. She knew it and her eyes glittered with amusement. The orifice at the end of her tail dilated. DaBigBoom thought it was winking at him.
“It’s a hentai game,” Fifi said, her eyes lighting up with lust. “If I beat the hero I get to do whatever I want to him.”
And this wasn’t a hentai game? DaBigBoom thought. He looked down at the slimy mess of his crotch. Sure seemed perverted enough.
“Maybe it’ll be you,” she giggled.
She put a hand to her lips and blew him a kiss that took the form of a sparkly red heart. It floated through the air and burst against his skin with a sound like silvery bells.
A 1 appeared above DaBigBoom’s head. He popped and vanished from the game board in a puff of smoke.
* * * *
DaBigBoom opened his eyes. Three faces were looking down at him. Pihanga and Fiore were already familiar to him. The third wasn’t as familiar, but DaBigBoom remembered seeing her outside the hospital tent back at the castle. She smiled and looked down at him with wide blue eyes that held a smidgeon too much crazy for DaBigBoom’s comfort.
“Good as new,” the girl with long black hair and unsettling eyes said.
“We won,” Fiore said. “You held off the succubus long enough for us to kick Wally’s flabby ass.”
“In recognition I hereby promote you to the rank of sergeant,” Pihanga said. “Now get out of bed and follow me. We’ve the next level to complete.”
“Ahem,” the girl—DaBigBoom assumed doctor or nurse despite her wearing a costume that looked more suited to a shrine maiden from Medieval Japan—said. She held out a hand.
Pihanga tossed her a coin.
The girl looked down at the single coin in her palm and frowned. “Hey. Resurrection and full HP restore. This isn’t enough.”
Pihanga pointed to DaBigBoom’s yellow baseball cap. “K’winny,” she said.
The girl looked dubiously at DaBigBoom but didn’t push it further. DaBigBoom shrugged apologetically and followed Pihanga and Fiore out of the hospital.
Jackson in HRPG-World: 2 End
As some have already guessed, the main game being parodied is the complete lunacy of Disgaea. Disgaea (there are four main games in the series, although I've only played the first on a DS emulator) is a tactical RPG that also spawned an anime series. It's great fun to play and has plenty of moments of wicked humour. The other game I spliced in is an old arcade classic: The New Zealand Story.
Neither are adult games. Disgaea does have a succubus monster type and while she has plenty of "bounce", she's harmless innuendo at best. Harmless . . . unless you have a cesspool for an imagination like me.
If you enjoyed this series, please support my writing by picking up one of my books (which I'm sure you'll also enjoy).
I'm going to give the series a break for a couple of weeks while I continue to work on Succubus Summoning 201. Jackson will return in "A Sticky Starting Scrap."
Sunday, October 28, 2012
DaBigBoom in HRPG-World: 2-8 Exploding Kiwis in the Nether Regions
Part 8 actually on schedule for a change.
DaBigBoom in HRPG-World: 2-8 Exploding Kiwis in the Nether Regions.
Fifi looked down at him and her big eyes widened in surprise.
“You’re still going?”
DaBigBoom could just about move his arms and legs. He wasn’t sure that qualified as still going.
“How intriguing,” Fifi said. Her lips turned up in a wicked smile.
DaBigBoom wasn’t so sure he liked that smile. He pulled up his knees and started to get back to his feet. He was unsteady, like a punch-drunk boxer in the tenth round.
Fifi held her tail in her arms like a rifle again. DaBigBoom liked that even less. The bulbous end swelled up as if inhaling a deep breath and then puffed out a thick cloud of sparkling pink dust and shimmering red hearts. DaBigBoom was enveloped. He breathed in and inhaled a powerful, sultry perfume that smelt like something an expensive escort would wear when entertaining exclusive clientele. The scent set his heart racing and caused his brain to throb with sexual excitement.
It also made his arms and legs feel like sacks of wet cement.
“Don’t get up,” Fifi said with a smile.
Not that it was needed. DaBigBoom was already falling back to the floor. The cloud wrapped around him like a comfortable duvet. Ephemeral hearts collided with his skin and popped like wet kisses. The dust covered him and set pleasure receptors sparking all across his body.
“I surrender,” DaBigBoom said. “I give in. You’ve beaten me.” Even his dick had decided it’d had enough.
“I thought I had,” Fifi said, “And yet you’re still here on the game board. Most intriguing.”
She grabbed his ankles and pulled his body off the rocky path and onto the softer dirt or ash making up the verge. DaBigBoom noticed he was now lying at the intersection of four board squares with Fifi lying on her elbow next to him.
“What about the game rules?” he asked. “Shouldn’t we be staying within our own squares?”
“Rules, feh,” Fifi said dismissively. “I’m more interested in you.”
She tip-toed up his exposed chest on long fingernails and flicked the bottom of DaBigBoom’s chin.
“You’re clearly not a k’winny, but what are you? Even with the stat boost from these,” she tugged one of the three jackets he was still wearing, “you still have far too many HP for any character class of your level.”
“I’m DaBigBoom.”
For once he was glad that stupid word fell out of his mouth rather than his real name. A cold calculating spark had appeared at the heart of her big bright eyes. DaBigBoom had a disconcerting feeling the over-sexed demonic ditz with a magical tail was just a costume and now he was glimpsing the actress beneath.
“That’s the name Pihanga gave you. She behaves as though she’s the main character, the player, but she’s just another piece in this game. Her role is to attempt to usurp the starring role for comedic effect. That’s all.”
Fifi’s long nails tickled lightly around his nipple. They looked a little too pointed and sharp for DaBigBoom to be entirely comfortable with them being where they were.
“You, however, are something entirely different.”
DaBigBoom didn’t need to be told that. He was human. Real. Everything apart from him was a collection of pixels—nothing more than 1s and 0s within the memory of a computer.
At least that’s what he’d thought.
Fifi’s hand, her fingers tipped with those wickedly sharp nails, tickled down to DaBigBoom’s crotch.
“I’m DaBigBoom,” he blurted out. Again getting the word wrong.
DaBigBoom’s penis lay on a nest of pubic hair matted down with a combination of both his and the succubus’s sexual fluids. Like all dicks after sex, it looked sorry for itself. Fifi placed a thumb and forefinger around his flaccid manhood and began to rub up and down in an attempt to bring his sex back to life. DaBigBoom never would have thought he’d be unable to get erect in the presence of a hot girl until he was at least ninety-five, and definitely never would have thought that inability would make him feel relieved.
“Tsk, males,” Fifi said. “No stamina for sex at all.”
Fifi’s tail curled over his prone body. The three triangular flanges opened out to reveal the puckered orifice at the heart of the jar-like structure. Like a gun to his head, was DaBigBoom’s uncomfortable thought.
“That’s not going to help,” he said. “It’s making me nervous. And nerves are kryptonite to erections.”
The bulbous jar at the end of her tail expanded and then contracted to whoosh a cloud of pink gas into his face. His head was completely enveloped. The strong scent—a melange of sleazy perfume, sexual perspiration and the forbidden musk between a woman’s thighs—overwhelmed his senses. His head fell back and his brain throbbed. Countless memories of illicitly-watched porn films and eager fumbles with old girlfriends poured forth. Pornographic images—slutty eyes, long silky hair, bulging boobs, lasciviously long legs and vaginas held agape—flooded his eyeballs in a slick of sexual depravity. His ears were plugged with sighs of passion and the quiet squelches of coupling bodies. And the smell—it was like Fifi was sitting right on top of his face, her wet cunt dripping juice onto him.
“Aphrodisiac, keyed directly to your physiology,” Fifi said. “We succubi never accept ‘No’.”
The pleasurable throbs passed down DaBigBoom’s spine and collected in his balls. There they grew in strength and frequency. Blood stampeded back down to his groin.
“Much better,” Fifi said.
Her tail contracted again and puffed another cloud of sensual odours into DaBigBoom’s face. It encompassed his head and this time he inhaled eagerly, lost in his appreciation of the exciting fragrances.
“And now with a little encouragement . . .”
DaBigBoom’s cock started to rise in Fifi’s hand. Through a pink haze he watched as she bent over and pressed her considerable boobs together around his swelling erection. Nestled between her warm and soft pillows, his cock quickly swelled back to a hardness that tugged at his crotch and caused his balls to ache. Fifi dipped her head down into her cleavage and lapped up a droplet of pre-cum from the tip of his penis with her tongue.
“Much much better,” she said.
The cloud of perfume dissipated and DaBigBoom recovered enough of his senses to realise Fifi was now lying alongside him. The soft bulges of her breasts rested against his side. One of her legs was crossed over his. One arm was slid underneath his neck while the fingernails of her other hand twiddled with his chest hair. His erection stuck up like a pole. The fleshy bulge at the end of Fifi’s tail hovered above it. The orifice at the end opened out and a little stream of slimy lubricant drooled down onto his lap.
“Now where were we?” Fifi asked. Her hand caressed the back of DaBigBoom’s neck. She stared at him, her eyes bright. And hard. Like precious stones. “Oh yes. Who are you, really?”
to be concluded . . .
DaBigBoom in HRPG-World: 2-8 Exploding Kiwis in the Nether Regions.
Fifi looked down at him and her big eyes widened in surprise.
“You’re still going?”
DaBigBoom could just about move his arms and legs. He wasn’t sure that qualified as still going.
“How intriguing,” Fifi said. Her lips turned up in a wicked smile.
DaBigBoom wasn’t so sure he liked that smile. He pulled up his knees and started to get back to his feet. He was unsteady, like a punch-drunk boxer in the tenth round.
Fifi held her tail in her arms like a rifle again. DaBigBoom liked that even less. The bulbous end swelled up as if inhaling a deep breath and then puffed out a thick cloud of sparkling pink dust and shimmering red hearts. DaBigBoom was enveloped. He breathed in and inhaled a powerful, sultry perfume that smelt like something an expensive escort would wear when entertaining exclusive clientele. The scent set his heart racing and caused his brain to throb with sexual excitement.
It also made his arms and legs feel like sacks of wet cement.
“Don’t get up,” Fifi said with a smile.
Not that it was needed. DaBigBoom was already falling back to the floor. The cloud wrapped around him like a comfortable duvet. Ephemeral hearts collided with his skin and popped like wet kisses. The dust covered him and set pleasure receptors sparking all across his body.
“I surrender,” DaBigBoom said. “I give in. You’ve beaten me.” Even his dick had decided it’d had enough.
“I thought I had,” Fifi said, “And yet you’re still here on the game board. Most intriguing.”
She grabbed his ankles and pulled his body off the rocky path and onto the softer dirt or ash making up the verge. DaBigBoom noticed he was now lying at the intersection of four board squares with Fifi lying on her elbow next to him.
“What about the game rules?” he asked. “Shouldn’t we be staying within our own squares?”
“Rules, feh,” Fifi said dismissively. “I’m more interested in you.”
She tip-toed up his exposed chest on long fingernails and flicked the bottom of DaBigBoom’s chin.
“You’re clearly not a k’winny, but what are you? Even with the stat boost from these,” she tugged one of the three jackets he was still wearing, “you still have far too many HP for any character class of your level.”
“I’m DaBigBoom.”
For once he was glad that stupid word fell out of his mouth rather than his real name. A cold calculating spark had appeared at the heart of her big bright eyes. DaBigBoom had a disconcerting feeling the over-sexed demonic ditz with a magical tail was just a costume and now he was glimpsing the actress beneath.
“That’s the name Pihanga gave you. She behaves as though she’s the main character, the player, but she’s just another piece in this game. Her role is to attempt to usurp the starring role for comedic effect. That’s all.”
Fifi’s long nails tickled lightly around his nipple. They looked a little too pointed and sharp for DaBigBoom to be entirely comfortable with them being where they were.
“You, however, are something entirely different.”
DaBigBoom didn’t need to be told that. He was human. Real. Everything apart from him was a collection of pixels—nothing more than 1s and 0s within the memory of a computer.
At least that’s what he’d thought.
Fifi’s hand, her fingers tipped with those wickedly sharp nails, tickled down to DaBigBoom’s crotch.
“I’m DaBigBoom,” he blurted out. Again getting the word wrong.
DaBigBoom’s penis lay on a nest of pubic hair matted down with a combination of both his and the succubus’s sexual fluids. Like all dicks after sex, it looked sorry for itself. Fifi placed a thumb and forefinger around his flaccid manhood and began to rub up and down in an attempt to bring his sex back to life. DaBigBoom never would have thought he’d be unable to get erect in the presence of a hot girl until he was at least ninety-five, and definitely never would have thought that inability would make him feel relieved.
“Tsk, males,” Fifi said. “No stamina for sex at all.”
Fifi’s tail curled over his prone body. The three triangular flanges opened out to reveal the puckered orifice at the heart of the jar-like structure. Like a gun to his head, was DaBigBoom’s uncomfortable thought.
“That’s not going to help,” he said. “It’s making me nervous. And nerves are kryptonite to erections.”
The bulbous jar at the end of her tail expanded and then contracted to whoosh a cloud of pink gas into his face. His head was completely enveloped. The strong scent—a melange of sleazy perfume, sexual perspiration and the forbidden musk between a woman’s thighs—overwhelmed his senses. His head fell back and his brain throbbed. Countless memories of illicitly-watched porn films and eager fumbles with old girlfriends poured forth. Pornographic images—slutty eyes, long silky hair, bulging boobs, lasciviously long legs and vaginas held agape—flooded his eyeballs in a slick of sexual depravity. His ears were plugged with sighs of passion and the quiet squelches of coupling bodies. And the smell—it was like Fifi was sitting right on top of his face, her wet cunt dripping juice onto him.
“Aphrodisiac, keyed directly to your physiology,” Fifi said. “We succubi never accept ‘No’.”
The pleasurable throbs passed down DaBigBoom’s spine and collected in his balls. There they grew in strength and frequency. Blood stampeded back down to his groin.
“Much better,” Fifi said.
Her tail contracted again and puffed another cloud of sensual odours into DaBigBoom’s face. It encompassed his head and this time he inhaled eagerly, lost in his appreciation of the exciting fragrances.
“And now with a little encouragement . . .”
DaBigBoom’s cock started to rise in Fifi’s hand. Through a pink haze he watched as she bent over and pressed her considerable boobs together around his swelling erection. Nestled between her warm and soft pillows, his cock quickly swelled back to a hardness that tugged at his crotch and caused his balls to ache. Fifi dipped her head down into her cleavage and lapped up a droplet of pre-cum from the tip of his penis with her tongue.
“Much much better,” she said.
The cloud of perfume dissipated and DaBigBoom recovered enough of his senses to realise Fifi was now lying alongside him. The soft bulges of her breasts rested against his side. One of her legs was crossed over his. One arm was slid underneath his neck while the fingernails of her other hand twiddled with his chest hair. His erection stuck up like a pole. The fleshy bulge at the end of Fifi’s tail hovered above it. The orifice at the end opened out and a little stream of slimy lubricant drooled down onto his lap.
“Now where were we?” Fifi asked. Her hand caressed the back of DaBigBoom’s neck. She stared at him, her eyes bright. And hard. Like precious stones. “Oh yes. Who are you, really?”
to be concluded . . .
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
DaBigBoom in HRPG-World: 2-7 Exploding Kiwis in the Nether Regions
A little later than planned, but still going. Fifi gets well and truly XXX-rated.
DaBigBoom in HRPG-World: 2-7 Exploding Kiwis in the Nether Regions
“I can take triple of this,” DaBigBoom said.
“Mmm, that’s good to hear,” Fifi said, “then let’s begin.”
Begin? Weren’t they already beginning?
Her hips came back down and this time DaBigBoom felt his cock plunge into something soft, warm and sinful. Sinful. That was the best word for it. Like he’d just plunged into a cushion of congealed sin. It puffed up inside her and smothered the swollen tip of his cock. A pleasant little tickle crawled across his engorged glans. Fifi pressed downwards and that warm something engulfed the whole of his member, right to the root.
Fuck. He felt like his dick was soaking in every dirty little immoral thought given physical form, every filthy little perverted desire.
“Oh yes,” Fifi sighed.
A gentle little rippling squeeze ran along the length of DaBigBoom’s shaft from the root to the tip. It felt like a soft little tug from a hand entirely made out of honey. DaBigBoom lasted about as long as every perpetually horny teen presented with the real thing for the first time. At least he didn’t feel guilty this time.
“Coming,” he said with a grunt.
He squeezed her ass between his hands and pressed his hips forward. A column of semen rushed up his shaft and erupted into the soft sticky tissue enveloping his twitching manhood. It absorbed his seed like a sponge, like a black hole absorbing light. The sinful organ wriggled and pulsed leisurely around DaBigBoom’s swollen penis while Fifi moaned in delight. DaBigBoom’s cock responded with a series of slow, steady throbs as he emptied his balls into her devilish body.
“That was one,” Fifi said with a smile.
A ghostly red heart bloomed in the air between them and floated upwards into the sky on a spray of smaller spinning red hearts. One hundred and forty appeared above her head in green numerals.
That was one? DaBigBoom thought. His knees were trembling and his fringe was wet with perspiration.
Fifi relaxed her legs and shifted position. She leant forward and let a flap of her wings pull their conjoined hips apart. DaBigBoom’s cock was released from the cushion of super-soft sinful tissue. She nearly let him slide all the way out before her pliable labia squeezed down around the mushroom head of his cock, keeping it inside her heat.
The bulbous tip of her tail pressed up between his arse cheeks. The flanges stuck to his buttocks. The orifice at the centre of her tail nudged against and began to suck on his anus in a sensation that was unexpected but surprisingly pleasant.
Fifi rubbed the tip of her nose against DaBigBoom’s. “Two,” she said.
Her legs folded tightly around his waist. She slid back down his pole and once again DaBigBoom was pushing up against that moist, perversely pliable bulge of tissue at the back of her vagina. His cock never even had a chance to go down before its head was wrapped in a clingy membrane that drew him back into a glob of congealed depravity. Fifi closed her eyes and pulled in her taut midriff. She sucked.
Forbidden pleasures whispered up DaBigBoom’s shaft. His body tensed and he groaned in pleasure as he erupted again. Once again she thoroughly absorbed his issue. The black hole pull of her sex extended down his urethra and into his crotch until DaBigBoom was no longer sure if he was pumping his seed into her, or she pumping it out of him.
Another spectral red heart bloomed in the air between them. A +1 floated up into the sky together with two lots of 220, one green and one white.
That sounded like a lot, DaBigBoom thought. It felt like a lot. His breath came out in ragged gasps. Sweat ran down his body and stained the inside of his jackets. His hair was a soaking mop. Wasn’t he supposed to be a level one k’winny or something? How come he had so many HP?
Fifi shifted her body again. Her internal cushion released DaBigBoom’s cock, but this time not so far. He was still deep inside her, his still-engorged cock pressing lightly against the pliant membrane of the mysterious organ at the end of her pussy.
“Are you okay there?” she asked. Her voice was all light and breezy as if this was just a bit of fun rather than a series of brutal bashes to DaBigBoom’s HP total.
“I’d be enjoying it a lot more if it didn’t take so much out of me,” DaBigBoom panted.
“Oh quit complaining,” Fifi said. “You’ve still got plenty to give.”
Her tail wormed up against his ass. The orifice kissed and sucked on his sphincter in a way that sent shivers of pleasure running up his spine.
Then DaBigBoom heard a crackle. Like static electricity. The flanges of her tail grew warm—hot—against his soft ass cheeks.
DaBigBoom’s eyes widened.
Fifi laughed at his expression.
“I’m not going to blast you,” she said. “That would be gross.”
DaBigBoom was trying not to picture several thousand volts of electricity jolting up into his ass, or imagine what that would do to his colon.
“Men are such fragile little things when it comes to sex. A couple of pops and you’re done. Totally unacceptable. I still have an attack left.”
Her tail orifice sucked his anus open. The bulbous tip of her tail contracted. A warm crackle of energy zinged up his rectal wall and enveloped his prostate gland in a warm glow.
“There, a little help for your prostate,” Fifi said.
DaBigBoom’s mouth fell open. His cock, which had just started to soften, twitched back to aching fullness and nudged up against the sticky trap at the base of Fifi’s vagina.
“Three,” Fifi said.
Back down she came, and back into that soft bubble of concentrated degeneracy DaBigBoom plunged. It felt like the moist organ was whispering indecent suggestions right to his cells, murmurings he could not resist.
Fifi took her hands off DaBigBoom’s sides and brought them back to her own body. She sighed and massaged her heavy boobs as they bobbed back and forth with each thrust of her body. He wasn’t even sure who was supporting who now. Her body tugged and pushed him while her wings flapped harder and faster, working to keep both of them upright.
DaBigBoom had thought he had nothing left. Fifi had other ideas. Her tail continued to pulse pleasant little crackles of energy into DaBigBoom until his prostate—then his balls—felt like they were lit up and glowing.
“Oh yes!” Fifi cried.
Her sex clenched around him, smooshing that soft sinful something against his over-sensitised penis. DaBigBoom groaned and let fly with the biggest ejaculation of the three. Fifi drew the torrents of cum from his body and absorbed it all.
Then she released him. Her tail detached from his ass, her legs uncrossed from behind his buttocks and her vagina dilated. DaBigBoom toppled backwards and fell flat on his back.
Fifi continued to hover for a few moments before elegantly landing back on her naked feet.
“Mmm, that was most enjoyable,” she said to no one in particular.
DaBigBoom gave a loud groan. How could something that felt so good leave him feeling so shit. He looked up. Two 400s, a +2 and another stupid red heart. That must be it. She’d knocked him out, incapacitated him, or whatever this game treated zero HP as.
Fifi looked down at him and her big eyes widened in surprise.
“You’re still going?”
DaBigBoom could just about move his arms and legs. He wasn’t sure that qualified as still going.
“How intriguing,” Fifi said. Her lips turned up in a wicked smile.
Oh Fifi, haven't you already done enough to the poor lad.
Next week: Nope, she hasn't.
DaBigBoom in HRPG-World: 2-7 Exploding Kiwis in the Nether Regions
“I can take triple of this,” DaBigBoom said.
“Mmm, that’s good to hear,” Fifi said, “then let’s begin.”
Begin? Weren’t they already beginning?
Her hips came back down and this time DaBigBoom felt his cock plunge into something soft, warm and sinful. Sinful. That was the best word for it. Like he’d just plunged into a cushion of congealed sin. It puffed up inside her and smothered the swollen tip of his cock. A pleasant little tickle crawled across his engorged glans. Fifi pressed downwards and that warm something engulfed the whole of his member, right to the root.
Fuck. He felt like his dick was soaking in every dirty little immoral thought given physical form, every filthy little perverted desire.
“Oh yes,” Fifi sighed.
A gentle little rippling squeeze ran along the length of DaBigBoom’s shaft from the root to the tip. It felt like a soft little tug from a hand entirely made out of honey. DaBigBoom lasted about as long as every perpetually horny teen presented with the real thing for the first time. At least he didn’t feel guilty this time.
“Coming,” he said with a grunt.
He squeezed her ass between his hands and pressed his hips forward. A column of semen rushed up his shaft and erupted into the soft sticky tissue enveloping his twitching manhood. It absorbed his seed like a sponge, like a black hole absorbing light. The sinful organ wriggled and pulsed leisurely around DaBigBoom’s swollen penis while Fifi moaned in delight. DaBigBoom’s cock responded with a series of slow, steady throbs as he emptied his balls into her devilish body.
“That was one,” Fifi said with a smile.
A ghostly red heart bloomed in the air between them and floated upwards into the sky on a spray of smaller spinning red hearts. One hundred and forty appeared above her head in green numerals.
That was one? DaBigBoom thought. His knees were trembling and his fringe was wet with perspiration.
Fifi relaxed her legs and shifted position. She leant forward and let a flap of her wings pull their conjoined hips apart. DaBigBoom’s cock was released from the cushion of super-soft sinful tissue. She nearly let him slide all the way out before her pliable labia squeezed down around the mushroom head of his cock, keeping it inside her heat.
The bulbous tip of her tail pressed up between his arse cheeks. The flanges stuck to his buttocks. The orifice at the centre of her tail nudged against and began to suck on his anus in a sensation that was unexpected but surprisingly pleasant.
Fifi rubbed the tip of her nose against DaBigBoom’s. “Two,” she said.
Her legs folded tightly around his waist. She slid back down his pole and once again DaBigBoom was pushing up against that moist, perversely pliable bulge of tissue at the back of her vagina. His cock never even had a chance to go down before its head was wrapped in a clingy membrane that drew him back into a glob of congealed depravity. Fifi closed her eyes and pulled in her taut midriff. She sucked.
Forbidden pleasures whispered up DaBigBoom’s shaft. His body tensed and he groaned in pleasure as he erupted again. Once again she thoroughly absorbed his issue. The black hole pull of her sex extended down his urethra and into his crotch until DaBigBoom was no longer sure if he was pumping his seed into her, or she pumping it out of him.
Another spectral red heart bloomed in the air between them. A +1 floated up into the sky together with two lots of 220, one green and one white.
That sounded like a lot, DaBigBoom thought. It felt like a lot. His breath came out in ragged gasps. Sweat ran down his body and stained the inside of his jackets. His hair was a soaking mop. Wasn’t he supposed to be a level one k’winny or something? How come he had so many HP?
Fifi shifted her body again. Her internal cushion released DaBigBoom’s cock, but this time not so far. He was still deep inside her, his still-engorged cock pressing lightly against the pliant membrane of the mysterious organ at the end of her pussy.
“Are you okay there?” she asked. Her voice was all light and breezy as if this was just a bit of fun rather than a series of brutal bashes to DaBigBoom’s HP total.
“I’d be enjoying it a lot more if it didn’t take so much out of me,” DaBigBoom panted.
“Oh quit complaining,” Fifi said. “You’ve still got plenty to give.”
Her tail wormed up against his ass. The orifice kissed and sucked on his sphincter in a way that sent shivers of pleasure running up his spine.
Then DaBigBoom heard a crackle. Like static electricity. The flanges of her tail grew warm—hot—against his soft ass cheeks.
DaBigBoom’s eyes widened.
Fifi laughed at his expression.
“I’m not going to blast you,” she said. “That would be gross.”
DaBigBoom was trying not to picture several thousand volts of electricity jolting up into his ass, or imagine what that would do to his colon.
“Men are such fragile little things when it comes to sex. A couple of pops and you’re done. Totally unacceptable. I still have an attack left.”
Her tail orifice sucked his anus open. The bulbous tip of her tail contracted. A warm crackle of energy zinged up his rectal wall and enveloped his prostate gland in a warm glow.
“There, a little help for your prostate,” Fifi said.
DaBigBoom’s mouth fell open. His cock, which had just started to soften, twitched back to aching fullness and nudged up against the sticky trap at the base of Fifi’s vagina.
“Three,” Fifi said.
Back down she came, and back into that soft bubble of concentrated degeneracy DaBigBoom plunged. It felt like the moist organ was whispering indecent suggestions right to his cells, murmurings he could not resist.
Fifi took her hands off DaBigBoom’s sides and brought them back to her own body. She sighed and massaged her heavy boobs as they bobbed back and forth with each thrust of her body. He wasn’t even sure who was supporting who now. Her body tugged and pushed him while her wings flapped harder and faster, working to keep both of them upright.
DaBigBoom had thought he had nothing left. Fifi had other ideas. Her tail continued to pulse pleasant little crackles of energy into DaBigBoom until his prostate—then his balls—felt like they were lit up and glowing.
“Oh yes!” Fifi cried.
Her sex clenched around him, smooshing that soft sinful something against his over-sensitised penis. DaBigBoom groaned and let fly with the biggest ejaculation of the three. Fifi drew the torrents of cum from his body and absorbed it all.
Then she released him. Her tail detached from his ass, her legs uncrossed from behind his buttocks and her vagina dilated. DaBigBoom toppled backwards and fell flat on his back.
Fifi continued to hover for a few moments before elegantly landing back on her naked feet.
“Mmm, that was most enjoyable,” she said to no one in particular.
DaBigBoom gave a loud groan. How could something that felt so good leave him feeling so shit. He looked up. Two 400s, a +2 and another stupid red heart. That must be it. She’d knocked him out, incapacitated him, or whatever this game treated zero HP as.
Fifi looked down at him and her big eyes widened in surprise.
“You’re still going?”
DaBigBoom could just about move his arms and legs. He wasn’t sure that qualified as still going.
“How intriguing,” Fifi said. Her lips turned up in a wicked smile.
Oh Fifi, haven't you already done enough to the poor lad.
Next week: Nope, she hasn't.
Monday, October 15, 2012
DaBigBoom in HRPG-World: 2-6 Exploding Kiwis in the Nether Regions
Finally back down to a more manageable 1,000 words a week. This week's is short and extremely naughty.
DaBigBoom in HRPG-World: 2-6 Exploding Kiwis in the Nether Regions
She reached in and pulled DaBigBoom right to the boundary between their squares, close enough for her to embrace him if she wished.
DaBigBoom hoped his remaining life points were considerably higher than forty-four.
Fifi put her arms around DaBigBoom’s neck. Her large black bat wings folded around him like a cape. His nostrils were filled with the musky perfume of her body. She stared into his eyes. Hers were bright and gleaming with lust.
“What’s the matter?” she asked with a disarming smile.
DaBigBoom thought of the forty-four floating up into the sky.
“I was wondering if we could, you know, skip the whole attack thing,” he said.
Fifi was close enough for her cute little button nose to brush against his. She smiled and shook her head.
“It’s a really . . . naughty attack,” she said. “You’ll love it.”
Her soft cheek rubbed against DaBigBoom’s.
“Especially when I triple it,” she whispered in his ear.
Her hands slipped down his back and she pulled their bodies together in a close embrace. Her wings tugged against his back like soft latex. He felt the soft press of her boobs against his chest. The erect points of her nipples caught on the fabric of his T-shirt.
“You’re different,” Fifi whispered in his ear. “There’s a reality about you the others don’t have.”
The spicy musk of her body, the heat, was overpowering. She nibbled on his earlobe before leaving a trail of soft kisses along his cheek. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. DaBigBoom was too lost to notice as her hands moved further down and loosened the remnants of his trousers until they slid down and fell to his ankles in a crumpled pile. DaBigBoom’s erection hadn’t even had a chance to subside. Fifi rubbed her naked crotch against him and he trembled as the hard staff of his cock slid along the folds of her sex. She was already wet.
“And you’re mature enough to truly appreciate my special . . . talents,” Fifi paused the kiss to whisper.
She stared at him with bedroom eyes. She slipped a foot out of her thigh-length heels and rubbed it down the outside of DaBigBoom’s thigh.
Fuck, she was hot—incredible. Jackson might fantasize about girls like this in the real world, but if one had thrown themselves into his arms like this he’d have assumed they were drunk, or tripping out. He peered down at the perfect pink globes of her boobs, boobs that were even now rubbing against his chest. So hot. DaBigBoom felt hot too, boiling. Given the cartoon quality of most of the setting, he was surprised steam wasn’t rushing out of his ears. Who cared she was only pixels when they felt as good as this.
“See, I told you we didn’t need to mess around with all that fighting malarkey,” DaBigBoom said.
Fifi tipped her head back and laughed. “Silly boy, I’m a succubus. Sex is my attack.”
Now that really put DaBigBoom in a quandary. His body was on fire. He really really wanted to have sex with Fifi. But if sex was her attack, how much damage would it do? And did he have enough hit points left to withstand that damage?
Fifi kissed him again.
Fuck it. It was a risk worth taking.
He put his arms around her and clutched the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. Fifi giggled and did the same back to him. He jolted with a shiver as her bulbous-ended tail curled up between his legs and left a trail of sticky kisses up the inside of his thigh. He moved his legs further apart to give her tail easier access. She rewarded him by tickling down his perineum and giving one of his testicles a pleasant little suck with her tail orifice.
Fifi unwrapped her wings from around DaBigBoom. She set her body hovering again with languid flaps. Now both of her feet were sliding up and down the outside of his legs. Her hands gripped the sides of his body and she moaned as his hard-on slid along the moist crevice of her sex.
“Want me to put it in?” DaBigBoom asked, unable to hide his enthusiasm.
Fifi smiled at him in amusement. “You want to suicide?”
Er, when you put it that way, not really, DaBigBoom thought. What was he doing? Was it really a good idea to stay in the arms of a devil woman like this?
Fifi crossed her legs behind DaBigBoom. Her sex parted like the lips of a mouth. Glistening strands of mucus formed threads between her plush labia. She gobbled up the swollen head of his cock and slid slowly—really slowly—down his shaft until her moist labia were kissing his groin.
Yep. Good idea. Definitely a good idea.
DaBigBoom closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his manhood sliding up a moist tunnel with soft—super soft—fleshy walls. They pressed around him and undulated with gentle pulses. Fifi added to the sensation by wriggling in his lap.
Now this was definitely unprotected sex.
Normally, DaBigBoom would have been terrified of attempting a sexual position like this for fear of tipping the girl over and bouncing her skull off the floor. Girls didn’t normally have wings. Fifi might have had both feet off the ground and her legs wrapped around him, but she was definitely the one in control here. All DaBigBoom could do was stand braced with his feet apart while she flapped her midnight-black bat wings and moved her body against him like a wave.
Up, down, her hips moved. Up, down; DaBigBoom sighed as his erection moved inside a moist, lubricated channel of heavenly soft flesh. Fifi gave her own sighs as her hips met his with a lewd squelch. Her juices bubbled out and dribbled down the insides of his thighs. He felt the lascivious suction of her sex as each downward stroke of her wings took her hips up to the peak of the next stroke.
“I can take triple of this,” DaBigBoom said.
“Mmm, that’s good to hear,” Fifi said, “then let’s begin.”
Begin? Weren’t they already beginning?
Next week: Fifi unleashes her extremely naughty attack.
DaBigBoom in HRPG-World: 2-6 Exploding Kiwis in the Nether Regions
She reached in and pulled DaBigBoom right to the boundary between their squares, close enough for her to embrace him if she wished.
DaBigBoom hoped his remaining life points were considerably higher than forty-four.
Fifi put her arms around DaBigBoom’s neck. Her large black bat wings folded around him like a cape. His nostrils were filled with the musky perfume of her body. She stared into his eyes. Hers were bright and gleaming with lust.
“What’s the matter?” she asked with a disarming smile.
DaBigBoom thought of the forty-four floating up into the sky.
“I was wondering if we could, you know, skip the whole attack thing,” he said.
Fifi was close enough for her cute little button nose to brush against his. She smiled and shook her head.
“It’s a really . . . naughty attack,” she said. “You’ll love it.”
Her soft cheek rubbed against DaBigBoom’s.
“Especially when I triple it,” she whispered in his ear.
Her hands slipped down his back and she pulled their bodies together in a close embrace. Her wings tugged against his back like soft latex. He felt the soft press of her boobs against his chest. The erect points of her nipples caught on the fabric of his T-shirt.
“You’re different,” Fifi whispered in his ear. “There’s a reality about you the others don’t have.”
The spicy musk of her body, the heat, was overpowering. She nibbled on his earlobe before leaving a trail of soft kisses along his cheek. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. DaBigBoom was too lost to notice as her hands moved further down and loosened the remnants of his trousers until they slid down and fell to his ankles in a crumpled pile. DaBigBoom’s erection hadn’t even had a chance to subside. Fifi rubbed her naked crotch against him and he trembled as the hard staff of his cock slid along the folds of her sex. She was already wet.
“And you’re mature enough to truly appreciate my special . . . talents,” Fifi paused the kiss to whisper.
She stared at him with bedroom eyes. She slipped a foot out of her thigh-length heels and rubbed it down the outside of DaBigBoom’s thigh.
Fuck, she was hot—incredible. Jackson might fantasize about girls like this in the real world, but if one had thrown themselves into his arms like this he’d have assumed they were drunk, or tripping out. He peered down at the perfect pink globes of her boobs, boobs that were even now rubbing against his chest. So hot. DaBigBoom felt hot too, boiling. Given the cartoon quality of most of the setting, he was surprised steam wasn’t rushing out of his ears. Who cared she was only pixels when they felt as good as this.
“See, I told you we didn’t need to mess around with all that fighting malarkey,” DaBigBoom said.
Fifi tipped her head back and laughed. “Silly boy, I’m a succubus. Sex is my attack.”
Now that really put DaBigBoom in a quandary. His body was on fire. He really really wanted to have sex with Fifi. But if sex was her attack, how much damage would it do? And did he have enough hit points left to withstand that damage?
Fifi kissed him again.
Fuck it. It was a risk worth taking.
He put his arms around her and clutched the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. Fifi giggled and did the same back to him. He jolted with a shiver as her bulbous-ended tail curled up between his legs and left a trail of sticky kisses up the inside of his thigh. He moved his legs further apart to give her tail easier access. She rewarded him by tickling down his perineum and giving one of his testicles a pleasant little suck with her tail orifice.
Fifi unwrapped her wings from around DaBigBoom. She set her body hovering again with languid flaps. Now both of her feet were sliding up and down the outside of his legs. Her hands gripped the sides of his body and she moaned as his hard-on slid along the moist crevice of her sex.
“Want me to put it in?” DaBigBoom asked, unable to hide his enthusiasm.
Fifi smiled at him in amusement. “You want to suicide?”
Er, when you put it that way, not really, DaBigBoom thought. What was he doing? Was it really a good idea to stay in the arms of a devil woman like this?
Fifi crossed her legs behind DaBigBoom. Her sex parted like the lips of a mouth. Glistening strands of mucus formed threads between her plush labia. She gobbled up the swollen head of his cock and slid slowly—really slowly—down his shaft until her moist labia were kissing his groin.
Yep. Good idea. Definitely a good idea.
DaBigBoom closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his manhood sliding up a moist tunnel with soft—super soft—fleshy walls. They pressed around him and undulated with gentle pulses. Fifi added to the sensation by wriggling in his lap.
Now this was definitely unprotected sex.
Normally, DaBigBoom would have been terrified of attempting a sexual position like this for fear of tipping the girl over and bouncing her skull off the floor. Girls didn’t normally have wings. Fifi might have had both feet off the ground and her legs wrapped around him, but she was definitely the one in control here. All DaBigBoom could do was stand braced with his feet apart while she flapped her midnight-black bat wings and moved her body against him like a wave.
Up, down, her hips moved. Up, down; DaBigBoom sighed as his erection moved inside a moist, lubricated channel of heavenly soft flesh. Fifi gave her own sighs as her hips met his with a lewd squelch. Her juices bubbled out and dribbled down the insides of his thighs. He felt the lascivious suction of her sex as each downward stroke of her wings took her hips up to the peak of the next stroke.
“I can take triple of this,” DaBigBoom said.
“Mmm, that’s good to hear,” Fifi said, “then let’s begin.”
Begin? Weren’t they already beginning?
Next week: Fifi unleashes her extremely naughty attack.
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