Name: Latexian Scylla
Type: Scylla
Habitat: Lake Latex
Description:
At first glance the latexia scylla looks like a beautiful noblewoman lounging on a floating circular platform. The woman resembles, but is not human. Her eyes are octopoidal and her ears are pointed and stick out from the side of her head.
The platform maintains buoyancy through a series of gas-filled bladders on the underside. Hanging down from the platform are a multitude of black, segmented tentacles. The tentacles terminate in a variety of different appendages and are likely specialised for different tasks.
While it looks as though the woman is wearing a full latex dress that covers the whole platform, in reality this is to disguise where her body merges with the platform, as the woman, floating platform, and tentacles are all part of the same organism.
Attack Strategy:
While the latexian scylla is capable of astonishingly quick vertical movement by regulating the contents of her gas bladders, they are not capable of rapid horizontal movement. At first the latexian scyllas took advantage of our unfamiliarity with them in order to get close. More recently they've taken to hiding their approach within dense clouds of ink.
When faced with a group of targets, the scylla first blinds and disorients them by spewing out copious clouds of black ink. During the resulting confusion she snatches a man up in her tentacles and rises to an altitude where she can feed undisturbed.
The latexian scylla feeds by draining the energy and fluids of their prey. This is done through a special suction tentacle they attach to the genitals of their captive. While they're capable of generating a large amount of suction, the scyllas do not exsanguinate their prey, instead—as with other H-space indigenous organisms—the feeding process is unusual and complex. They need us aroused, sexually, before they can feed off us. Her powerful suction does nothing until she stimulates her captive to ejaculation. Then it's as if a conduit is opened up between her prey and her, and she is able to drain them completely of their life and fluids in a few short minutes.
Some of my colleagues see the complex feeding behaviour of the H-space indigenous organisms—the way they seem to need their prey to be sexually stimulated—as a conundrum to be picked apart and dissected until science discovers the answer. I do not share their enthusiasm or optimism. Nothing makes sense from a biological perspective. It's insanity... pure insanity.
Countermeasures:
Latexian scyllas are tricky to engage in combat. Now that they know we're aware of them, they stay hidden within dense clouds of ink. They are not impervious to bullets, but as with other higher H-space organisms, they are capable of rapid regeneration. Eyewitnesses have reported seeing bullet-hole punctures in their air bladders close up almost instantaneously. Despite this I still think the best strategy is to target the gas bladders with sustained bursts of fire. Bring the scylla to the ground and then target the head.
Threat Level:
Moderate-to-high.
Personnel stationed at FOB Rigg have reported that the "ink storms" seen out over Lake Latex are becoming more frequent and severe. This is a troubling development.
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Sunday, April 10, 2016
Friday, April 01, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Jelloid Squeezeball
Name: Jelloid Squeezeball
Type: Slime (Artificial?)
Habitat: Underground Caverns
Description:
Looks like a statue of a naked buxom woman sculpted out of transparent blue material sitting on a ball of blue jelly approximately large enough to contain two adults.
Despite being composed of blue jelly-like material, the jelloid squeezeball doesn't appear to share the same plasticity of form observed in other slime girls.
Attack Strategy:
They are largely immobile and pretend to be inanimate sculptures. When touched the jelloid wakes up and lets out a cry that both wakes up nearby jelloids and scrambles the sense of balance of every human within earshot.
The jelloid catches any human that falls onto her and draws them into her ball of jelly. The wall softens when she is absorbing her prey and then returns to a composition similar to tough rubber once they are inside, trapping them within her.
As with other H-space indigenous organisms, the jelloid is able to hijack human physiology and trigger a massive overproduction of seminal fluid. We're currently not sure how they do this. One theory is a toxin secreted by the jelly that is absorbed through the skin. The jelloid then uses her female form to stimulate her captive to sexual climax over and over, draining all their bodily fluids in the process. These fluids are stored in a reservoir chamber at the base of the globe.
Countermeasures:
Earplugs negate most of the jelloid's disorienting cry. As the jelloids are largely immobile, not getting into physical contact—or better still, not getting close enough for physical contact—is the best course of action.
While jelloids share some properties with slime girls, not having the same level of plasticity opens up weapon use previously considered ineffective for this class of organism. Low calibre bullets are still ineffective, as there are no vital organs that can be targeted and the puncture wounds are quickly healed. However, bladed weapons such as axes or machetes should work as the jelly is relatively soft and the jelloid appears to have a much slower rate of regeneration.
Threat Level:
Low. (unless you're a goddamn idiot that can't keep your hands of her titties)
Of more concern is what the jelloid is. Based on descriptions and observations they seem less a naturally-occurring organism and more a carefully-engineered trap. But for who, and for what purpose? There are disturbing implications here of a greater intelligence within H-space that we have yet to encounter.
Type: Slime (Artificial?)
Habitat: Underground Caverns
Description:
Looks like a statue of a naked buxom woman sculpted out of transparent blue material sitting on a ball of blue jelly approximately large enough to contain two adults.
Despite being composed of blue jelly-like material, the jelloid squeezeball doesn't appear to share the same plasticity of form observed in other slime girls.
Attack Strategy:
They are largely immobile and pretend to be inanimate sculptures. When touched the jelloid wakes up and lets out a cry that both wakes up nearby jelloids and scrambles the sense of balance of every human within earshot.
The jelloid catches any human that falls onto her and draws them into her ball of jelly. The wall softens when she is absorbing her prey and then returns to a composition similar to tough rubber once they are inside, trapping them within her.
As with other H-space indigenous organisms, the jelloid is able to hijack human physiology and trigger a massive overproduction of seminal fluid. We're currently not sure how they do this. One theory is a toxin secreted by the jelly that is absorbed through the skin. The jelloid then uses her female form to stimulate her captive to sexual climax over and over, draining all their bodily fluids in the process. These fluids are stored in a reservoir chamber at the base of the globe.
Countermeasures:
Earplugs negate most of the jelloid's disorienting cry. As the jelloids are largely immobile, not getting into physical contact—or better still, not getting close enough for physical contact—is the best course of action.
While jelloids share some properties with slime girls, not having the same level of plasticity opens up weapon use previously considered ineffective for this class of organism. Low calibre bullets are still ineffective, as there are no vital organs that can be targeted and the puncture wounds are quickly healed. However, bladed weapons such as axes or machetes should work as the jelly is relatively soft and the jelloid appears to have a much slower rate of regeneration.
Threat Level:
Low. (unless you're a goddamn idiot that can't keep your hands of her titties)
Of more concern is what the jelloid is. Based on descriptions and observations they seem less a naturally-occurring organism and more a carefully-engineered trap. But for who, and for what purpose? There are disturbing implications here of a greater intelligence within H-space that we have yet to encounter.
Friday, March 25, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Succubus Cloud
Name: Succubus Cloud
Type: Succubus/Elemental [Air]
Habitat: Unknown
Description:
Appears as a dense white cloud with a human face and human arms and legs emerging from it. Her human features are described as being pale and unearthly beautiful.
After ingesting bodily fluids (blood or semen) the cloud becomes more opaque and appears wet or moist.
Attack Strategy:
Their primary targets are sleeping men or men on the verge of sleep. The succubus cloud drifts over them and breathes narcotic perfume into their face while whispering seductive words in their ear. Drugged into a state of pliant bliss, the man believes they are having a nice, erotic dream as the succubus cloud envelops them.
The succubus cloud is vampiric. After enveloping her victim she absorbs their blood through hundreds of tiny, painless puncture wounds that resemble insect bites. The blood is not taken for nourishment but to give the succubus cloud a more tangible form. By thickening and making the cloud more solid around the man she is able to give more erotic stimulation, eventually taking him to ejaculation.
As with other H-space indigenous organisms, the succubus cloud appears to feed on sexual fluids, or rather—as I suspect—some spark of energy (soul?) they can induce us to give out during the moment of sexual climax. (The similarities with the old succubus myths are worrisome.)
Absorbing the first release of semen triggers another change in the composition of the cloud—it coagulates still further and takes on a similar constitution to flesh. At this point she is able to induce continuous, unending ejaculation in the man wrapped up in her cloud. She keeps them in a state of insensate bliss while she drains all their fluids.
Countermeasures:
We have nothing.
Their bodies are as intangible as mist. Our physical weapons can't touch them. We also can't keep them out. Their gaseous forms allow them to penetrate our defences at will.
This is not acceptable. We need to be devoting resources to research ways—chemical, biological, radioactive—we can use to counteract the more exotic H-space inhabitants. At the moment they thankfully appear to be rare, but that's no guarantee we won't run into more of them in the future.
Threat Level:
High.
UPDATE: Since putting this file together other soldiers have come forward and contacted me with reports of possible succubus cloud encounters. They describe the experience as a vague but extremely pleasant erotic dream followed by an inexplicable feeling of weakness for most of the next day. Examination of their bodies has revealed the characteristic puncture wounds.
This deeply concerns me.
How frequently are these night-time attacks occurring? Why are these men spared when others are drained of all life?
I can't shake the feeling there is a purpose to this.
It concerns me... concerns me greatly.
Type: Succubus/Elemental [Air]
Habitat: Unknown
Description:
Appears as a dense white cloud with a human face and human arms and legs emerging from it. Her human features are described as being pale and unearthly beautiful.
After ingesting bodily fluids (blood or semen) the cloud becomes more opaque and appears wet or moist.
Attack Strategy:
Their primary targets are sleeping men or men on the verge of sleep. The succubus cloud drifts over them and breathes narcotic perfume into their face while whispering seductive words in their ear. Drugged into a state of pliant bliss, the man believes they are having a nice, erotic dream as the succubus cloud envelops them.
The succubus cloud is vampiric. After enveloping her victim she absorbs their blood through hundreds of tiny, painless puncture wounds that resemble insect bites. The blood is not taken for nourishment but to give the succubus cloud a more tangible form. By thickening and making the cloud more solid around the man she is able to give more erotic stimulation, eventually taking him to ejaculation.
As with other H-space indigenous organisms, the succubus cloud appears to feed on sexual fluids, or rather—as I suspect—some spark of energy (soul?) they can induce us to give out during the moment of sexual climax. (The similarities with the old succubus myths are worrisome.)
Absorbing the first release of semen triggers another change in the composition of the cloud—it coagulates still further and takes on a similar constitution to flesh. At this point she is able to induce continuous, unending ejaculation in the man wrapped up in her cloud. She keeps them in a state of insensate bliss while she drains all their fluids.
Countermeasures:
We have nothing.
Their bodies are as intangible as mist. Our physical weapons can't touch them. We also can't keep them out. Their gaseous forms allow them to penetrate our defences at will.
This is not acceptable. We need to be devoting resources to research ways—chemical, biological, radioactive—we can use to counteract the more exotic H-space inhabitants. At the moment they thankfully appear to be rare, but that's no guarantee we won't run into more of them in the future.
Threat Level:
High.
UPDATE: Since putting this file together other soldiers have come forward and contacted me with reports of possible succubus cloud encounters. They describe the experience as a vague but extremely pleasant erotic dream followed by an inexplicable feeling of weakness for most of the next day. Examination of their bodies has revealed the characteristic puncture wounds.
This deeply concerns me.
How frequently are these night-time attacks occurring? Why are these men spared when others are drained of all life?
I can't shake the feeling there is a purpose to this.
It concerns me... concerns me greatly.
Thursday, March 24, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Succubus Cloud
Major General Stewart Peter Bate was in that hinterland between sleep and wakefulness when the succubus cloud drifted into his tent. He took her for a dream. A nice dream.
Her gaseous form coalesced into a fluffy white cloud floating above his camp bed. A pale white face appeared in the midst of it. While clearly a beautiful face, with large, exotic eyes and delicate, high cheekbones, in some respects it was also a cruel face. The angles and contours of her elegant face were impossibly perfect, but also sharp. There was little warmth to her aside from a pair of sensual bee-stung lips that were as red as freshly-spilled blood.
Drowsily, Bate watched those luscious lips pucker up and exhale perfumed smoke into his face. That was nice. Smelt nice too. It reminded him of a fancy perfume a classy-looking lady had worn at one of the fancier functions he'd attended with the top brass. He never did get her name.
"This is a nice dream," Bate murmured sleepily.
The floating woman exhaled another cloud of perfumed smoke into his face.
"Yes, sleep," the succubus cloud said.
There was a strange echo to her voice, as though Bate was hearing her both through his ears and directly in his mind at the same time.
"I'll give you pleasant dreams."
Bate closed his eyes.
Wait, this was already a dream. How could he fall asleep if he was already asleep and dreaming? Was it possible to dream within a dream?
The succubus cloud gave an erotic sigh. She blew more air in his face.
"Delicious wet dreams." She spoke as though one of her hands—her fingers—were already in her sex.
Wet dream was about the right of it. They happened whenever a man spent too long away from home, hearth and wife.
Bate hadn't even been away that long. It was something about the air of H-space—some kind of taint that slithered down to a man's balls and made them itch.
Pale white hands emerged from the cloud floating above Bate. One hand caressed the side of his face. The other took hold of the top flap of his sleeping bag and peeled it aside.
Bate didn't mind. When a man was away from home and stationed out in desolate country, a nice erotic dream was one of the few pleasures open to him.
The succubus cloud blew on Bate's exposed chest. Her breath tickled through his chest hairs and kissed his nipples. Her face—and those luscious lips—moved down. Her warm breath filled and overflowed out of his navel. Her hands fondled first his chest and then his abs.
"So firm," the succubus cloud flattered.
That brought a smile to Bate's lips. He might be past his prime, but he knew he was still in good shape.
She peeled more of his sleeping bag away. She blew on his crotch and he felt the tickle of her breath through the fabric of his underwear. His manhood swelled up and made a miniature tent. The succubus hooked fingers beneath the elastic and freed Bate's erection. He let her. This was supposed to happen in erotic wet dreams.
The succubus cloud cooed her appreciation as his manhood rose up unfettered. She puckered those moist red lips again and blew. Her warm breath spilled down his erection and tickled through the hairs on his testicles like many tiny fingers. She blew again and Bate's cock danced for her. It twitched and bobbed through the stream of warm air like a salmon swimming upstream to spawn.
Her head moved back up Bate's body. He felt her breaths tickle his chest and neck like soft kisses. Legs emerged from the cloud and he felt her inner thighs squeeze and rub against his outer thighs. Her arms slid underneath him and her hands roamed all over his back. The rest of her didn't seem to be there. He felt air whisper against his skin, but nothing tangible—no breasts, no midriff, no sex.
The whispering breaths were all around him. His camp bed and sleeping bag fell away as he was lifted up. Now he was floating... floating in the center of a warm, fluffy cloud.
It didn't feel weird at all.
It was a dream.
Dreams were supposed to be weird.
"I will give you wet, delicious pleasures," the succubus cloud said, "but I need to take a little something from you first. It won't hurt at all."
Bate felt an odd prickly sensation all over his body. It felt a little bit like being bitten by a blood-sucking insect, but with none of the irritating itchiness that followed such bites. It was followed by an equally odd drawing sensation. Bate wasn't bothered. Floating up here in the cloud with a beautiful dream girl whispering sweet nothings to him, he didn't have a care in the world. It was like he was wrapped up in warm cotton wool.
The drifting cloud started to change color. A pink tinge permeated through the billowing smoke. At first it was a delicate coloration, reminiscent of candy floss, but then it darkened and took on a reddish hue. At the same time the constitution of the cloud thickened from fluffy and insubstantial to tangible and strangely wet looking.
"Are you relaxed and comfortable," the dream girl asked.
Bate nodded his head. He felt relaxed and floppy. Maybe a little too floppy... weak even. No, it was more like being cocooned in a big duvet and feeling so comfortable that you didn't want to move the slightest muscle.
On top of the weakness, Bate also felt a little lightheaded, giddy even. That wasn't bad either. It was like being in a bar with a beautiful woman after a few drinks.
"You gave me so much," the succubus cloud said. "Now let me reward you with sensual pleasures. Let's fuck."
"Yes, let's screw," Bate murmured dreamily.
After all, what was the point of an erotic dream if you didn't get a little wet and sticky.
Although, when he thought about it, the cloud he floated in was already starting to feel a little moist and tacky.
Then the succubus cloud began, and Bate stopped thinking about other things. His erection was drawn up and sheathed within a warm something. It felt like he'd entered a warm vagina and the sensation was so vivid it was like the dream had brought forth recollections of sex with his gorgeous wife. Except, Patricia, his lovely wife waiting for him back home, had never felt as tight as this, not even in their youthful days when both had been in the throes of young love.
Ohh.
And she'd never been able to do this.
As the wet sheath slid up and down it throbbed and pumped his member. The dream girl pouted and cooed her pleasure. Her hands caressed the side of Bate's face and stroked up and down his sides. Her thighs squeezed and rubbed against him. The throbbing sensations diffused out into the cloud until it felt as though the whole cocoon was pulsating around Bate.
Hunger and other lusts glittered in the dream girl's eyes.
"Release yourself into me," she hissed between glossy red lips.
The cloud pulsed and a wave of pressure stroked up Bate's erection. This dream was so intense. It was going all the way. It was going to be wet.
Bate closed his eyes and let out a moan of pleasure. His erection throbbed to the same rhythm as the cloud. A thick column of semen bubbled up his shaft and fountained up into the cloud, where it was absorbed.
The composition of the cloud changed again. The red tinge lightened back to pink, but the cloud appeared to be getting thicker, wetter and stickier. It clung to Bate's body like a sleeping bag made of flesh.
"More," her red lips whispered.
It felt like a soft wet sponge had engulfed Bate's cock. The sponge squeezed and Bate responded with another shuddering orgasm. Again? Or was this the same ejaculation? Did it even matter when emptying his balls out into the smothering sponge of the cloud felt so good?
Muscles twinged in his groin.
That mattered. He was no longer a young man and this might be a little too much exertion. What had brought on this dream? Why was it so intense?
The clouds enveloping him were no longer quite so fluffy. They glistened wetly—a mixture of pinks, reds and whites—and resembled organic things that pulsed in dark nooks and crannies out of reach of the light. Bate tried to move his limbs and encountered resistance.
His brow furrowed. Was this even a dream?
The succubus cloud bunched up her bee-stung lips and exhaled a cloud of pungent perfumed smoke into Bate's face.
"Relax. Sleep. Dream nice dreams while I empty you."
Bate's eyes closed. His thoughts spiraled down into a deep dream state. He was in a playground of ephemeral soap bubbles and deep, soft pillows. With him was a veritable harem of ripe, nubile and willing female flesh. Here was every female body he'd ever lusted after, secretly or otherwise. There was his wife—naked and in the prime of her youth; her friend Bate had never told her about; a girl he'd seen naked on a beach one time while he'd been stationed out in the Pacific; actresses and models that had pouted out at him from the cover of magazines; even porn stars from the blue movies Bate had watched after being stationed away from home for too long. All were here. All were his.
He lay back and let each take a turn to ride his mighty erection. They bounced on his prodigious length and girth until he'd filled their bellies with his seed. It didn't matter how many or how long. In this dream Bate was indefatigable. His manhood was an unyielding stone column; his balls were a bottomless reservoir.
As one girl after another rode him to ecstatic fireworks, Bate decided he had to be in heaven. This dream was so perfect he wished he never had to wake up from it.
The succubus cloud granted his wish.
* * * *
1st Lt Stewart Peter Bate was woken by a cry. He recognized it as a cry of passion and his sleep-fogged mind wondered who'd gotten lucky.
Then he remembered where he was and how there was no one here to get lucky with. His eyes flicked open and he hit full wakefulness.
He heard a thump, like someone falling over.
Was that the Major General's tent?
Bate left his own tent. H-space didn't really have a day-night cycle. Sometimes it was light, sometimes it was dark. Currently it was dark.
In the gloom Bate thought for a moment he saw something—a cloud of white smoke?—slither out from between the open flaps of the Major General's tent. He poked his head through the entrance and what he saw on the other side horrified him.
It was the Major General. At least Bate thought it was. The figure slumped on the camp bed was naked and so shriveled up he looked as though he had aged a century overnight. Black dots, like miniature tattoos, covered the body in a strange pattern.
No, it wasn't a body. Major General Tom McCarrell was still alive.
Clouded-over eyes opened and stared up at a scene only McCarrell could see. Bloodless, withered lips turned up in a senile smile.
"Next," the Major General chuckled in a voice that sounded like wind through a dry old tunnel.
The voice became a sigh and then finally a rattle as McCarrell's eyes rolled up, his body shuddered and then was still. A little bead of milky-white fluid welled up from the tip of McCarrell's exposed and erect penis.
So that's how they got the Major General.
Her gaseous form coalesced into a fluffy white cloud floating above his camp bed. A pale white face appeared in the midst of it. While clearly a beautiful face, with large, exotic eyes and delicate, high cheekbones, in some respects it was also a cruel face. The angles and contours of her elegant face were impossibly perfect, but also sharp. There was little warmth to her aside from a pair of sensual bee-stung lips that were as red as freshly-spilled blood.
Drowsily, Bate watched those luscious lips pucker up and exhale perfumed smoke into his face. That was nice. Smelt nice too. It reminded him of a fancy perfume a classy-looking lady had worn at one of the fancier functions he'd attended with the top brass. He never did get her name.
"This is a nice dream," Bate murmured sleepily.
The floating woman exhaled another cloud of perfumed smoke into his face.
"Yes, sleep," the succubus cloud said.
There was a strange echo to her voice, as though Bate was hearing her both through his ears and directly in his mind at the same time.
"I'll give you pleasant dreams."
Bate closed his eyes.
Wait, this was already a dream. How could he fall asleep if he was already asleep and dreaming? Was it possible to dream within a dream?
The succubus cloud gave an erotic sigh. She blew more air in his face.
"Delicious wet dreams." She spoke as though one of her hands—her fingers—were already in her sex.
Wet dream was about the right of it. They happened whenever a man spent too long away from home, hearth and wife.
Bate hadn't even been away that long. It was something about the air of H-space—some kind of taint that slithered down to a man's balls and made them itch.
Pale white hands emerged from the cloud floating above Bate. One hand caressed the side of his face. The other took hold of the top flap of his sleeping bag and peeled it aside.
Bate didn't mind. When a man was away from home and stationed out in desolate country, a nice erotic dream was one of the few pleasures open to him.
The succubus cloud blew on Bate's exposed chest. Her breath tickled through his chest hairs and kissed his nipples. Her face—and those luscious lips—moved down. Her warm breath filled and overflowed out of his navel. Her hands fondled first his chest and then his abs.
"So firm," the succubus cloud flattered.
That brought a smile to Bate's lips. He might be past his prime, but he knew he was still in good shape.
She peeled more of his sleeping bag away. She blew on his crotch and he felt the tickle of her breath through the fabric of his underwear. His manhood swelled up and made a miniature tent. The succubus hooked fingers beneath the elastic and freed Bate's erection. He let her. This was supposed to happen in erotic wet dreams.
The succubus cloud cooed her appreciation as his manhood rose up unfettered. She puckered those moist red lips again and blew. Her warm breath spilled down his erection and tickled through the hairs on his testicles like many tiny fingers. She blew again and Bate's cock danced for her. It twitched and bobbed through the stream of warm air like a salmon swimming upstream to spawn.
Her head moved back up Bate's body. He felt her breaths tickle his chest and neck like soft kisses. Legs emerged from the cloud and he felt her inner thighs squeeze and rub against his outer thighs. Her arms slid underneath him and her hands roamed all over his back. The rest of her didn't seem to be there. He felt air whisper against his skin, but nothing tangible—no breasts, no midriff, no sex.
The whispering breaths were all around him. His camp bed and sleeping bag fell away as he was lifted up. Now he was floating... floating in the center of a warm, fluffy cloud.
It didn't feel weird at all.
It was a dream.
Dreams were supposed to be weird.
"I will give you wet, delicious pleasures," the succubus cloud said, "but I need to take a little something from you first. It won't hurt at all."
Bate felt an odd prickly sensation all over his body. It felt a little bit like being bitten by a blood-sucking insect, but with none of the irritating itchiness that followed such bites. It was followed by an equally odd drawing sensation. Bate wasn't bothered. Floating up here in the cloud with a beautiful dream girl whispering sweet nothings to him, he didn't have a care in the world. It was like he was wrapped up in warm cotton wool.
The drifting cloud started to change color. A pink tinge permeated through the billowing smoke. At first it was a delicate coloration, reminiscent of candy floss, but then it darkened and took on a reddish hue. At the same time the constitution of the cloud thickened from fluffy and insubstantial to tangible and strangely wet looking.
"Are you relaxed and comfortable," the dream girl asked.
Bate nodded his head. He felt relaxed and floppy. Maybe a little too floppy... weak even. No, it was more like being cocooned in a big duvet and feeling so comfortable that you didn't want to move the slightest muscle.
On top of the weakness, Bate also felt a little lightheaded, giddy even. That wasn't bad either. It was like being in a bar with a beautiful woman after a few drinks.
"You gave me so much," the succubus cloud said. "Now let me reward you with sensual pleasures. Let's fuck."
"Yes, let's screw," Bate murmured dreamily.
After all, what was the point of an erotic dream if you didn't get a little wet and sticky.
Although, when he thought about it, the cloud he floated in was already starting to feel a little moist and tacky.
Then the succubus cloud began, and Bate stopped thinking about other things. His erection was drawn up and sheathed within a warm something. It felt like he'd entered a warm vagina and the sensation was so vivid it was like the dream had brought forth recollections of sex with his gorgeous wife. Except, Patricia, his lovely wife waiting for him back home, had never felt as tight as this, not even in their youthful days when both had been in the throes of young love.
Ohh.
And she'd never been able to do this.
As the wet sheath slid up and down it throbbed and pumped his member. The dream girl pouted and cooed her pleasure. Her hands caressed the side of Bate's face and stroked up and down his sides. Her thighs squeezed and rubbed against him. The throbbing sensations diffused out into the cloud until it felt as though the whole cocoon was pulsating around Bate.
Hunger and other lusts glittered in the dream girl's eyes.
"Release yourself into me," she hissed between glossy red lips.
The cloud pulsed and a wave of pressure stroked up Bate's erection. This dream was so intense. It was going all the way. It was going to be wet.
Bate closed his eyes and let out a moan of pleasure. His erection throbbed to the same rhythm as the cloud. A thick column of semen bubbled up his shaft and fountained up into the cloud, where it was absorbed.
The composition of the cloud changed again. The red tinge lightened back to pink, but the cloud appeared to be getting thicker, wetter and stickier. It clung to Bate's body like a sleeping bag made of flesh.
"More," her red lips whispered.
It felt like a soft wet sponge had engulfed Bate's cock. The sponge squeezed and Bate responded with another shuddering orgasm. Again? Or was this the same ejaculation? Did it even matter when emptying his balls out into the smothering sponge of the cloud felt so good?
Muscles twinged in his groin.
That mattered. He was no longer a young man and this might be a little too much exertion. What had brought on this dream? Why was it so intense?
The clouds enveloping him were no longer quite so fluffy. They glistened wetly—a mixture of pinks, reds and whites—and resembled organic things that pulsed in dark nooks and crannies out of reach of the light. Bate tried to move his limbs and encountered resistance.
His brow furrowed. Was this even a dream?
The succubus cloud bunched up her bee-stung lips and exhaled a cloud of pungent perfumed smoke into Bate's face.
"Relax. Sleep. Dream nice dreams while I empty you."
Bate's eyes closed. His thoughts spiraled down into a deep dream state. He was in a playground of ephemeral soap bubbles and deep, soft pillows. With him was a veritable harem of ripe, nubile and willing female flesh. Here was every female body he'd ever lusted after, secretly or otherwise. There was his wife—naked and in the prime of her youth; her friend Bate had never told her about; a girl he'd seen naked on a beach one time while he'd been stationed out in the Pacific; actresses and models that had pouted out at him from the cover of magazines; even porn stars from the blue movies Bate had watched after being stationed away from home for too long. All were here. All were his.
He lay back and let each take a turn to ride his mighty erection. They bounced on his prodigious length and girth until he'd filled their bellies with his seed. It didn't matter how many or how long. In this dream Bate was indefatigable. His manhood was an unyielding stone column; his balls were a bottomless reservoir.
As one girl after another rode him to ecstatic fireworks, Bate decided he had to be in heaven. This dream was so perfect he wished he never had to wake up from it.
The succubus cloud granted his wish.
* * * *
1st Lt Stewart Peter Bate was woken by a cry. He recognized it as a cry of passion and his sleep-fogged mind wondered who'd gotten lucky.
Then he remembered where he was and how there was no one here to get lucky with. His eyes flicked open and he hit full wakefulness.
He heard a thump, like someone falling over.
Was that the Major General's tent?
Bate left his own tent. H-space didn't really have a day-night cycle. Sometimes it was light, sometimes it was dark. Currently it was dark.
In the gloom Bate thought for a moment he saw something—a cloud of white smoke?—slither out from between the open flaps of the Major General's tent. He poked his head through the entrance and what he saw on the other side horrified him.
It was the Major General. At least Bate thought it was. The figure slumped on the camp bed was naked and so shriveled up he looked as though he had aged a century overnight. Black dots, like miniature tattoos, covered the body in a strange pattern.
No, it wasn't a body. Major General Tom McCarrell was still alive.
Clouded-over eyes opened and stared up at a scene only McCarrell could see. Bloodless, withered lips turned up in a senile smile.
"Next," the Major General chuckled in a voice that sounded like wind through a dry old tunnel.
The voice became a sigh and then finally a rattle as McCarrell's eyes rolled up, his body shuddered and then was still. A little bead of milky-white fluid welled up from the tip of McCarrell's exposed and erect penis.
So that's how they got the Major General.
Friday, March 18, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Anophelena
Name: Anophelena (cn: Mosquito Girl)
Type: Insect
Habitat: Swamp. Marshland.
Description:
Looks like an attractive human woman crossed with a giant mosquito. This hybridisation manifests as the presence of antennae, wings, a long cylindrical abdomen extending from their rump, and an additional pair of arms. Unlike the primary pair, the secondary pair of arms are not recognisably human, being spindly, black and closer in appearance to an insect limb, albeit on a considerably larger scale.
Despite being human-sized, their wings are capable of generating enough lift to enable them to fly. As with Earth mosquitos, they possess a comb like organ that rubs against the wings to generate a constant buzzing sound. At high volume these sounds have a disorienting effect on most humans. At low volume the anophelena are able to shape these sounds into a facsimile of human speech in order to communicate with us. Without this they would not be able to talk at all as their mouths, despite outwardly appearing human, hide a long retractable proboscis the anophelena uses to feed with.
Attack Strategy:
Anophelena are fragile and not evolved for direct combat. Their wings give them some manoeuvrability, but they are not particularly fast fliers, preferring instead to skim close to the ground. Their preferred strategy is to use the loud buzzing of their wings to disorient their target while they sneak up on them. Once close enough, the anophelena jabs her proboscis into the target's flesh and injects a strong narcotic to render them unconscious.
The anophelena then carries her prey off to a safe location and ties them down so she can feed unhindered and at her leisure. She can feed on blood, but for some reason, as with other H-space indigenous organisms, they prefer to get their prey aroused sexually and drink their sexual fluids. In this case the anophelena inserts her proboscis into the urethra of her captive and sucks out semen directly from the base of the penis. This urethral insertion combined with the suction of her proboscis triggers a strong, continuous ejaculatory response in most males.
While their captive is helplessly climaxing, the anophelena starts to suck up her captive's other bodily fluids. She has multiple sacs in her breasts and abdomen to contain her victim's fluids and they are capable of generating enough suction to empty a full-grown man of all his fluids in a very short space of time.
Countermeasures:
Ear plugs are unfortunately not as effective at cutting out the anophelena's disorienting buzzing as would be hoped as the vibrations are transmitted directly through the skull. While anophelena are extremely manoeuvrable, especially in the difficult, marshy terrain they're often encountered in, they're also fragile, with the wings a weak point.
If forced to engage in close combat be wary of the anophelena's proboscis. The narcotic it injects is potent and will induce unconsciousness within moments of entering the bloodstream.
Threat Level:
Low, unless encountered as part of a larger swarm.
Type: Insect
Habitat: Swamp. Marshland.
Description:
Looks like an attractive human woman crossed with a giant mosquito. This hybridisation manifests as the presence of antennae, wings, a long cylindrical abdomen extending from their rump, and an additional pair of arms. Unlike the primary pair, the secondary pair of arms are not recognisably human, being spindly, black and closer in appearance to an insect limb, albeit on a considerably larger scale.
Despite being human-sized, their wings are capable of generating enough lift to enable them to fly. As with Earth mosquitos, they possess a comb like organ that rubs against the wings to generate a constant buzzing sound. At high volume these sounds have a disorienting effect on most humans. At low volume the anophelena are able to shape these sounds into a facsimile of human speech in order to communicate with us. Without this they would not be able to talk at all as their mouths, despite outwardly appearing human, hide a long retractable proboscis the anophelena uses to feed with.
Attack Strategy:
Anophelena are fragile and not evolved for direct combat. Their wings give them some manoeuvrability, but they are not particularly fast fliers, preferring instead to skim close to the ground. Their preferred strategy is to use the loud buzzing of their wings to disorient their target while they sneak up on them. Once close enough, the anophelena jabs her proboscis into the target's flesh and injects a strong narcotic to render them unconscious.
The anophelena then carries her prey off to a safe location and ties them down so she can feed unhindered and at her leisure. She can feed on blood, but for some reason, as with other H-space indigenous organisms, they prefer to get their prey aroused sexually and drink their sexual fluids. In this case the anophelena inserts her proboscis into the urethra of her captive and sucks out semen directly from the base of the penis. This urethral insertion combined with the suction of her proboscis triggers a strong, continuous ejaculatory response in most males.
While their captive is helplessly climaxing, the anophelena starts to suck up her captive's other bodily fluids. She has multiple sacs in her breasts and abdomen to contain her victim's fluids and they are capable of generating enough suction to empty a full-grown man of all his fluids in a very short space of time.
Countermeasures:
Ear plugs are unfortunately not as effective at cutting out the anophelena's disorienting buzzing as would be hoped as the vibrations are transmitted directly through the skull. While anophelena are extremely manoeuvrable, especially in the difficult, marshy terrain they're often encountered in, they're also fragile, with the wings a weak point.
If forced to engage in close combat be wary of the anophelena's proboscis. The narcotic it injects is potent and will induce unconsciousness within moments of entering the bloodstream.
Threat Level:
Low, unless encountered as part of a larger swarm.
Friday, March 11, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Venus Mantrap
Name: Venus Mantrap
Type: Plant (or possibly something else—mollusc?—masquerading as a plant)
Habitat: Jungle. Dense Vegetation.
Description:
Resembles a single trap of a Venus flytrap, but on a considerably larger scale. The humanoid part, which nearly always takes the form of a beautiful naked woman, resides between the leaves and is connected to the rest of the plant via a fibrous membrane running down the spine. Catapult muscles connecting the humanoid portion to the leaf walls allow the plant to cast her out from between the leaves in order to attract and catch prey.
While the outside of the leaves is extremely hard, the inside is soft and padded and feels like flesh.
Attack Strategy:
Her humanoid part functions as both a lure and centre of intelligence for the organism. She is part of a muscular apparatus that can be projected outside of the leaves in order to capture prey. Captured men (and sometimes women) are pulled back between the leaves, which then close around them.
Once her prey is caught between her padded leaves the Venus mantrap will strip them, wrap her arms and legs around them, and then get them aroused enough to have sex with her. This is aided by various aromatic and aphrodisiac oils secreted through her skin.
She stimulates her captive to multiple climaxes and then, after no more sexual fluids can be drawn from their body, she disgorges a stew of various enzymes over them. The primary component is a digestive enzyme to liquefy flesh and soft tissues. Mercifully, this digestive fluid also contains substances with both strong analgesic and aphrodisiac properties. This instils a state of heightened sensual bliss in the victim so that they are unaware of what's happening to them.
(Why? Why care? Why not just catch and digest? The one specimen we were able to interrogate said it was important that they take their prey to the pinnacle of sexual ecstasy and keep them there as they begin to digest them, but why, why, why?)
Once digestion is done the Venus mantrap will open her leaves and use the catapult muscles to fling the indigestible material such as bones far from the main plant.
Countermeasures:
The Venus mantrap, being a plant*, is stationary. She can only capture prey that stray within a narrow arc that extends from the trap opening to a distance approximately equal to the depth of the mantrap. As long as you stay outside of that arc, the mantrap can't grab you.
*(Maybe, I'm not convinced on this. The outer shell and inner flesh seem to be more in keeping with some kind of enormous shellfish. Mimicry?)
Should one of your party be caught and brought between the leaves then I'm afraid the prognosis is not good. It would take heavy earth-moving machinery to prise the leaves (shell?) open, heavy earth-moving machinery which we do not currently have access to. The outer surface is impervious to all but high explosives, and using them would likely kill her captive in the process.
The soft interior is vulnerable, but if the Venus mantrap perceives herself to be under threat she will simply retreat between and close her leaves.
Avoidance is the best strategy here. Be vigilant and don't step into her capture arc.
Threat Level:
Low**
**upgraded to Moderate. Our men are still straying into her capture arc even when forewarned. There might be an additional pheromonal or similar component to the lure that is drawing people in despite the warnings.
Type: Plant (or possibly something else—mollusc?—masquerading as a plant)
Habitat: Jungle. Dense Vegetation.
Description:
Resembles a single trap of a Venus flytrap, but on a considerably larger scale. The humanoid part, which nearly always takes the form of a beautiful naked woman, resides between the leaves and is connected to the rest of the plant via a fibrous membrane running down the spine. Catapult muscles connecting the humanoid portion to the leaf walls allow the plant to cast her out from between the leaves in order to attract and catch prey.
While the outside of the leaves is extremely hard, the inside is soft and padded and feels like flesh.
Attack Strategy:
Her humanoid part functions as both a lure and centre of intelligence for the organism. She is part of a muscular apparatus that can be projected outside of the leaves in order to capture prey. Captured men (and sometimes women) are pulled back between the leaves, which then close around them.
Once her prey is caught between her padded leaves the Venus mantrap will strip them, wrap her arms and legs around them, and then get them aroused enough to have sex with her. This is aided by various aromatic and aphrodisiac oils secreted through her skin.
She stimulates her captive to multiple climaxes and then, after no more sexual fluids can be drawn from their body, she disgorges a stew of various enzymes over them. The primary component is a digestive enzyme to liquefy flesh and soft tissues. Mercifully, this digestive fluid also contains substances with both strong analgesic and aphrodisiac properties. This instils a state of heightened sensual bliss in the victim so that they are unaware of what's happening to them.
(Why? Why care? Why not just catch and digest? The one specimen we were able to interrogate said it was important that they take their prey to the pinnacle of sexual ecstasy and keep them there as they begin to digest them, but why, why, why?)
Once digestion is done the Venus mantrap will open her leaves and use the catapult muscles to fling the indigestible material such as bones far from the main plant.
Countermeasures:
The Venus mantrap, being a plant*, is stationary. She can only capture prey that stray within a narrow arc that extends from the trap opening to a distance approximately equal to the depth of the mantrap. As long as you stay outside of that arc, the mantrap can't grab you.
*(Maybe, I'm not convinced on this. The outer shell and inner flesh seem to be more in keeping with some kind of enormous shellfish. Mimicry?)
Should one of your party be caught and brought between the leaves then I'm afraid the prognosis is not good. It would take heavy earth-moving machinery to prise the leaves (shell?) open, heavy earth-moving machinery which we do not currently have access to. The outer surface is impervious to all but high explosives, and using them would likely kill her captive in the process.
The soft interior is vulnerable, but if the Venus mantrap perceives herself to be under threat she will simply retreat between and close her leaves.
Avoidance is the best strategy here. Be vigilant and don't step into her capture arc.
Threat Level:
Low**
**upgraded to Moderate. Our men are still straying into her capture arc even when forewarned. There might be an additional pheromonal or similar component to the lure that is drawing people in despite the warnings.
Friday, March 04, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Ophimanibus
Name: Ophimanibus
Type: Lamia
Habitat: Desert. Arid Mountains.
Description:
A dusky-skinned woman with snakes for her hair, snakes for her arms and the lower body of a giant snake. Rather than a tail, her lower snake half—like her arms—terminates in another snake head. None of these heads are false. As in, they all possess working oesophagi that link to the same alimentary system.
(I have no idea how this all connects up inside them and I'm not sure I want to know.)
These charming ladies also possess fully functional poison fangs hidden within their breasts, although the poison is supposed to have some pleasurable side effects such as increasing libido and inducing euphoria.
Attack Strategy:
They are capable of altering perception so that they are seen as sultry dancing girls. These dances have a mesmeric effect on their audience and allow the Ophimanibus to get close enough to bite her intended target. Once bitten a man will become helpless and unable to resist while the Ophimanibus performs sex acts on him.
As with other hindigs, the Ophimanibi feed on semen, or rather some abstract spark of energy or life that is released during ejaculation. While they consume the bodies afterwards, either with the lower tail mouth or sometimes even through their vagina, it is the draining of semen/energy that is fatal. Their victims are usually dead by the time they are swallowed.
(Semen == Energy == Soul?)
Countermeasures:
Their hypnotic abilities appear to be sound based—possibly generated by the head snakes and occurring at a frequency outside the range of human hearing. This is aided by a strange natural phenomenon at the edges of the Mandeville desert where they are found. Wind through rock formations on the edge of the desert produces an odd acoustic effect that dulls reaction times and seems to make men more suggestible to the mesmeric abilities of the Ophimanibi. Ear plugs should go some way to reducing the effectiveness of these attacks.
Conventional firearms are effective, assuming they're working. If they're not, engaging Ophimanibi in close quarters is not advised. They are fast, agile and the snake arms give them a lot of reach. Their venom acts quickly once it enters the bloodstream and a single bite is enough to incapacitate a man.
Threat Level:
Moderate.
Even if their mesmeric abilities are resisted, Ophimanibi are extremely dangerous at close quarters because of their speed and multiple angles of attack.
Type: Lamia
Habitat: Desert. Arid Mountains.
Description:
A dusky-skinned woman with snakes for her hair, snakes for her arms and the lower body of a giant snake. Rather than a tail, her lower snake half—like her arms—terminates in another snake head. None of these heads are false. As in, they all possess working oesophagi that link to the same alimentary system.
(I have no idea how this all connects up inside them and I'm not sure I want to know.)
These charming ladies also possess fully functional poison fangs hidden within their breasts, although the poison is supposed to have some pleasurable side effects such as increasing libido and inducing euphoria.
Attack Strategy:
They are capable of altering perception so that they are seen as sultry dancing girls. These dances have a mesmeric effect on their audience and allow the Ophimanibus to get close enough to bite her intended target. Once bitten a man will become helpless and unable to resist while the Ophimanibus performs sex acts on him.
As with other hindigs, the Ophimanibi feed on semen, or rather some abstract spark of energy or life that is released during ejaculation. While they consume the bodies afterwards, either with the lower tail mouth or sometimes even through their vagina, it is the draining of semen/energy that is fatal. Their victims are usually dead by the time they are swallowed.
(Semen == Energy == Soul?)
Countermeasures:
Their hypnotic abilities appear to be sound based—possibly generated by the head snakes and occurring at a frequency outside the range of human hearing. This is aided by a strange natural phenomenon at the edges of the Mandeville desert where they are found. Wind through rock formations on the edge of the desert produces an odd acoustic effect that dulls reaction times and seems to make men more suggestible to the mesmeric abilities of the Ophimanibi. Ear plugs should go some way to reducing the effectiveness of these attacks.
Conventional firearms are effective, assuming they're working. If they're not, engaging Ophimanibi in close quarters is not advised. They are fast, agile and the snake arms give them a lot of reach. Their venom acts quickly once it enters the bloodstream and a single bite is enough to incapacitate a man.
Threat Level:
Moderate.
Even if their mesmeric abilities are resisted, Ophimanibi are extremely dangerous at close quarters because of their speed and multiple angles of attack.
Friday, February 26, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Latexian Leechwoman
Name: Latexian Leechwoman
Type: Worm
Habitat: Lake Latex
Description:
In their unfed form they've been described as looking like a faceless fashion manikin painted in shiny black latex. Physically they have proportions similar to a catwalk model—slim, long legs—but exaggeratedly so, like an artist's stylised rendition of a beautiful woman.
When fed they balloon up to the point of resembling a morbidly obese woman.
They seem to possess rudimentary intelligence and as of yet there are no reports of any speaking.
Attack Strategy:
They use their alluring figures to draw men in close enough to embrace. At this point the leechwoman fastens themselves to their prey through suckers on the wrists and ankles. They possess multiple sucker mouths located where the mouth, nipples, naval and vulva would be on a human female, and use these to drain the bodily fluids. As with other hindigs, seminal fluid seems unusually prized and the leechwomen are extremely adept at using their sucker mouths to stimulate a man to ejaculation. After draining their host of semen they move onto sucking out all their blood. Even this isn't enough. The leechwoman secretes powerful enzymes into her prey that turns their insides into a liquid soup that is then sucked out and ingested. Thankfully, most victims will have already passed out through blood loss by this point.
Countermeasures:
Their rubbery skin is surprisingly tough to puncture or cut. Most low calibre bullets will not penetrate, especially if the leechwoman has just fed. They also have powerful regenerative capabilities.
They are slow moving, but once they have someone in their embrace and have attached their sucker mouths it's next to impossible to remove them before their victim is completely exsanguinated.
Threat Level:
Low to Moderate.
They are most dangerous to those traversing Lake Latex due to their ability to blend in with or hide under the surface.
Type: Worm
Habitat: Lake Latex
Description:
In their unfed form they've been described as looking like a faceless fashion manikin painted in shiny black latex. Physically they have proportions similar to a catwalk model—slim, long legs—but exaggeratedly so, like an artist's stylised rendition of a beautiful woman.
When fed they balloon up to the point of resembling a morbidly obese woman.
They seem to possess rudimentary intelligence and as of yet there are no reports of any speaking.
Attack Strategy:
They use their alluring figures to draw men in close enough to embrace. At this point the leechwoman fastens themselves to their prey through suckers on the wrists and ankles. They possess multiple sucker mouths located where the mouth, nipples, naval and vulva would be on a human female, and use these to drain the bodily fluids. As with other hindigs, seminal fluid seems unusually prized and the leechwomen are extremely adept at using their sucker mouths to stimulate a man to ejaculation. After draining their host of semen they move onto sucking out all their blood. Even this isn't enough. The leechwoman secretes powerful enzymes into her prey that turns their insides into a liquid soup that is then sucked out and ingested. Thankfully, most victims will have already passed out through blood loss by this point.
Countermeasures:
Their rubbery skin is surprisingly tough to puncture or cut. Most low calibre bullets will not penetrate, especially if the leechwoman has just fed. They also have powerful regenerative capabilities.
They are slow moving, but once they have someone in their embrace and have attached their sucker mouths it's next to impossible to remove them before their victim is completely exsanguinated.
Threat Level:
Low to Moderate.
They are most dangerous to those traversing Lake Latex due to their ability to blend in with or hide under the surface.
Friday, February 19, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Penishroom
Name: Penishroom
Type: Fungus
Habitat: Dense Vegetation. Jungle.
Description:
A bizarre giant fungus, usually growing to around ten feet in height. So called because of its resemblance to an erect male penis, right down to the presence of two globular structures resembling testes at the base of the shaft.
Attack Strategy:
The fungus, if it is a fungus, is carnivorous and functions like an ambush predator. If any prey walks within range the head will bend down and attempt to swallow it. Once ingested, the prey is pushed down the shaft and into one of the 'testicles' to be digested.
Countermeasures:
The penishroom is rooted to the ground and can only attack individuals that walk within range. This one's straightforward—stay well clear of the big mushroom that looks like a giant dick.
Because people inevitably won't stay clear of the big mushroom that looks like a giant dick, this is what you should do if a member of your squad manages to get themselves swallowed. First off, you won't have much time. Digestion within the basal sacs occurs extremely rapidly. There have been reports of swallowed men coming completely apart within a few minutes of entering the digestion organ. With that in mind, the first course of action should be to slit open the basal sacs with a heavy bladed weapon such as a machete. Don't attack the stalk—it's composed of a tough fibrous material and you won't be able to cut through in time. Slit open the basal sacs. This will drain away the enzymic soup contained within them and enable the penishroom's swallowed victim to be retrieved unhurt. The digestive enzymes denature rapidly upon contact with the open air, so there is no need to worry should any get splashed on you while cutting the basal sac open.
Threat Level:
Low.
*ETA. Later reports have come in that suggest the penishroom gives off a luring scent that is very difficult for some individuals to resist. Women and homosexual men appear to be the most affected.
What is it with H-space and sex...? Why are sexual lures used so aggressively out here in order to attract prey? Understanding this might be the key to understanding the various flora and fauna of H-space.
Type: Fungus
Habitat: Dense Vegetation. Jungle.
Description:
A bizarre giant fungus, usually growing to around ten feet in height. So called because of its resemblance to an erect male penis, right down to the presence of two globular structures resembling testes at the base of the shaft.
Attack Strategy:
The fungus, if it is a fungus, is carnivorous and functions like an ambush predator. If any prey walks within range the head will bend down and attempt to swallow it. Once ingested, the prey is pushed down the shaft and into one of the 'testicles' to be digested.
Countermeasures:
The penishroom is rooted to the ground and can only attack individuals that walk within range. This one's straightforward—stay well clear of the big mushroom that looks like a giant dick.
Because people inevitably won't stay clear of the big mushroom that looks like a giant dick, this is what you should do if a member of your squad manages to get themselves swallowed. First off, you won't have much time. Digestion within the basal sacs occurs extremely rapidly. There have been reports of swallowed men coming completely apart within a few minutes of entering the digestion organ. With that in mind, the first course of action should be to slit open the basal sacs with a heavy bladed weapon such as a machete. Don't attack the stalk—it's composed of a tough fibrous material and you won't be able to cut through in time. Slit open the basal sacs. This will drain away the enzymic soup contained within them and enable the penishroom's swallowed victim to be retrieved unhurt. The digestive enzymes denature rapidly upon contact with the open air, so there is no need to worry should any get splashed on you while cutting the basal sac open.
Threat Level:
Low.
*ETA. Later reports have come in that suggest the penishroom gives off a luring scent that is very difficult for some individuals to resist. Women and homosexual men appear to be the most affected.
What is it with H-space and sex...? Why are sexual lures used so aggressively out here in order to attract prey? Understanding this might be the key to understanding the various flora and fauna of H-space.
Friday, February 12, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Frilled Spitzard
Name: Frilled Spitzard
Type: Lizardfolk
Habitat: Desert. Arid mountains, caves.
Description:
A lizard girl. Yes, I know it makes zero sense for a reptile to possess breasts given that mammary glands are one of the defining features of mammals. This is par for the course as far as H-space is concerned. Don't think about it too hard my biology compadres. Centrefold pin-up with scales and a short stubby tail is the common description we've received. They also possess a flap of skin that runs from their ears to their shoulders and puffs out whenever they're about to spit.
Attack Strategy:
They catch and immobilise potential mates/prey with globs of sticky mucous propelled from either the mouth or vagina. The mucous sets quickly and is highly adhesive. Chemical analysis also found the presence of various exotic compounds that function as a minor aphrodisiac when absorbed through the skin.
Once a man is immobilised, the spitzards then perform a bizarre mating ritual which involves them surrounding him in a circle and taking it in turns to cover in him in a colloidal paste secreted by their sexual organs. This mucous has a much higher concentration of aphrodisiac agents and will eventually trigger ejaculation. The spitzard that succeeds in getting a man to orgasm in this manner wins the right to "mate" with him. I use mate in a loose sense given that predation and mating seem inexplicably entwined in H-space. The winning spitzard secretes a much more complex slime over their mate that triggers even stronger climaxes while at the same time turning the man into soft, malleable jelly. The spitzard then ingests them with her vagina.*
Countermeasures:
Their main weapon is their spit, which they are able to direct over medium distances with great accuracy. While not to be taken lightly, this is not a match for conventional weaponry. However, as we have learned to our cost, conventional weaponry is not always reliable under the physical conditions of H-space. If firearms fail, the correct course of action is to retreat. Spitzards are fast, agile and, as a group, more than a match for a squad armed only with melee weapons.
Threat Level:
Moderate.
Spitzards tend to travel in groups and are accomplished in setting up ambushes.
*They're alive. Oh my god, they're still alive.
We dissected a specimen today and found the remains of a soldier in a chamber at the base of their tail. At least we thought they were remains—the man was folded up as though his body had been turned to soft rubber. Then the man opened his eyes and looked at us. Sadly we were unable to reverse the process and the man died soon after being extracted from the spitzard's body.
God, the look on his eyes. The way his mouth opened in a soundless scream. I don't think I'm ever going to get it out of my head.
I wish I could leave this place and go back to Earth. It's only the awareness I would not be able to live with myself for being responsible for subjecting another human being to this in my place that keeps me here.
Type: Lizardfolk
Habitat: Desert. Arid mountains, caves.
Description:
A lizard girl. Yes, I know it makes zero sense for a reptile to possess breasts given that mammary glands are one of the defining features of mammals. This is par for the course as far as H-space is concerned. Don't think about it too hard my biology compadres. Centrefold pin-up with scales and a short stubby tail is the common description we've received. They also possess a flap of skin that runs from their ears to their shoulders and puffs out whenever they're about to spit.
Attack Strategy:
They catch and immobilise potential mates/prey with globs of sticky mucous propelled from either the mouth or vagina. The mucous sets quickly and is highly adhesive. Chemical analysis also found the presence of various exotic compounds that function as a minor aphrodisiac when absorbed through the skin.
Once a man is immobilised, the spitzards then perform a bizarre mating ritual which involves them surrounding him in a circle and taking it in turns to cover in him in a colloidal paste secreted by their sexual organs. This mucous has a much higher concentration of aphrodisiac agents and will eventually trigger ejaculation. The spitzard that succeeds in getting a man to orgasm in this manner wins the right to "mate" with him. I use mate in a loose sense given that predation and mating seem inexplicably entwined in H-space. The winning spitzard secretes a much more complex slime over their mate that triggers even stronger climaxes while at the same time turning the man into soft, malleable jelly. The spitzard then ingests them with her vagina.*
Countermeasures:
Their main weapon is their spit, which they are able to direct over medium distances with great accuracy. While not to be taken lightly, this is not a match for conventional weaponry. However, as we have learned to our cost, conventional weaponry is not always reliable under the physical conditions of H-space. If firearms fail, the correct course of action is to retreat. Spitzards are fast, agile and, as a group, more than a match for a squad armed only with melee weapons.
Threat Level:
Moderate.
Spitzards tend to travel in groups and are accomplished in setting up ambushes.
*They're alive. Oh my god, they're still alive.
We dissected a specimen today and found the remains of a soldier in a chamber at the base of their tail. At least we thought they were remains—the man was folded up as though his body had been turned to soft rubber. Then the man opened his eyes and looked at us. Sadly we were unable to reverse the process and the man died soon after being extracted from the spitzard's body.
God, the look on his eyes. The way his mouth opened in a soundless scream. I don't think I'm ever going to get it out of my head.
I wish I could leave this place and go back to Earth. It's only the awareness I would not be able to live with myself for being responsible for subjecting another human being to this in my place that keeps me here.
Friday, February 05, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Bubble-Tail Succubus
Name: Bubble-Tail Succubus
Type: Succubus
Habitat: Wherever they feel like.
Description:
As with all succubi, an extremely attractive humanoid female with demonic features. They possess horns, a tail, and leathery wings like those of a bat. Their skin colour comes in a variety of hues with blood-red being the most common. Overall they resemble the female demons of Medieval art and mythology, which, along with reports of them 'draining life' through sexual intercourse, is how they came to be named after the mythical demon.*
The distinguishing features of this type of succubus are their eyes, which are nearly always white-pink in colour, and tail, which is thicker and possesses a series of bulbous glands near the tip. These bubble-blowing organs are what gives this type of succubus their name, although they can produce bubbles from their other orifices and not just the tail.
*One possible conjecture, admittedly wild, is that these creatures visited Earth at some point in the past and became the source of the succubus myth in the first place!
Attack Strategy:
These succubi are adept at using their bubbles in both attack and defence. At close range they will attempt to capture prey by enveloping and incapacitating them with a large bubble. The bubbles they blow are elastic, adhesive and sturdy despite their fragile appearance—there are reports of the larger bubbles being able to support the weight of a full-grown man without popping. Other subjects have reported feeling intense weakness or paralysis after coming into skin contact with one of these bubbles. It is likely the bubble membrane is impregnated with some kind of toxin that is absorbed through the skin.
Any individuals they capture are transported to a safer location and then either drugged or mesmerised into having sex with the succubus. Sexual intercourse seems to function more as a source of nourishment rather than copulation to these creatures.
(Again, the reports reference soul sucking, but I'm not ready to regard this as anything other than fanciful superstition.)
If faced with greater force, a bubble-tail succubus will produce opaque bubbles to both screen her escape as well as clogging up the ground with obstacles to hinder pursuers.
Countermeasures:
Don't take her appearance lightly.
Don't let her get close. If she manages to get one of her big bubbles wrapped around you that will be the end of the fight. You will be captured, dragged off and made their plaything to torture or kill.
Succubi can be harmed by conventional weapons, but their alien physiology enables them to heal and recover from wounds at a terrifying speed. To take one down requires a massive amount of damage in order to overwhelm their regenerative capabilities.
Threat Level:
High.
They are considerably more dangerous than they first appear.
Type: Succubus
Habitat: Wherever they feel like.
Description:
As with all succubi, an extremely attractive humanoid female with demonic features. They possess horns, a tail, and leathery wings like those of a bat. Their skin colour comes in a variety of hues with blood-red being the most common. Overall they resemble the female demons of Medieval art and mythology, which, along with reports of them 'draining life' through sexual intercourse, is how they came to be named after the mythical demon.*
The distinguishing features of this type of succubus are their eyes, which are nearly always white-pink in colour, and tail, which is thicker and possesses a series of bulbous glands near the tip. These bubble-blowing organs are what gives this type of succubus their name, although they can produce bubbles from their other orifices and not just the tail.
*One possible conjecture, admittedly wild, is that these creatures visited Earth at some point in the past and became the source of the succubus myth in the first place!
Attack Strategy:
These succubi are adept at using their bubbles in both attack and defence. At close range they will attempt to capture prey by enveloping and incapacitating them with a large bubble. The bubbles they blow are elastic, adhesive and sturdy despite their fragile appearance—there are reports of the larger bubbles being able to support the weight of a full-grown man without popping. Other subjects have reported feeling intense weakness or paralysis after coming into skin contact with one of these bubbles. It is likely the bubble membrane is impregnated with some kind of toxin that is absorbed through the skin.
Any individuals they capture are transported to a safer location and then either drugged or mesmerised into having sex with the succubus. Sexual intercourse seems to function more as a source of nourishment rather than copulation to these creatures.
(Again, the reports reference soul sucking, but I'm not ready to regard this as anything other than fanciful superstition.)
If faced with greater force, a bubble-tail succubus will produce opaque bubbles to both screen her escape as well as clogging up the ground with obstacles to hinder pursuers.
Countermeasures:
Don't take her appearance lightly.
Don't let her get close. If she manages to get one of her big bubbles wrapped around you that will be the end of the fight. You will be captured, dragged off and made their plaything to torture or kill.
Succubi can be harmed by conventional weapons, but their alien physiology enables them to heal and recover from wounds at a terrifying speed. To take one down requires a massive amount of damage in order to overwhelm their regenerative capabilities.
Threat Level:
High.
They are considerably more dangerous than they first appear.
Friday, January 29, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Pink Cushionblob
Name: Pink Cushionblob
Type: Slime
Habitat: Caves (Temperate, Damp).
Description:
The pink cushionblob has the form of a naked buxom girl with bright and slightly translucent pink skin lying on what looks like a large round waterbed mattress of the same colour. This is a type of slime girl that possesses so much additional mass it accumulates beneath them to form a large cushion or pillow. Their semi-liquid internal body is contained within an elastic membrane. Floating freely within the internal body is a core composed of darker, opaque material.
They are intelligent and possess a friendly disposition. At first they were thought to be a benign variety of hindig. As with most hindigs, they derive sustenance from human sexual fluids and initially they seemed content to trade sexual services for small amounts of seminal fluid extracted from willing partners. Now we know cushionblobs will sometimes drain a human to death and should be considered dangerous.
Attack Strategy:
The pink cushionblob asks men (and sometimes women) to join them on their bed and the men (and sometimes women) join them on their bed. Why the men (and sometimes women) do this, we don't know. Even with repeated warnings and foreknowledge of the risks, the men (and sometimes women) still do it. This makes me believe there may be additional factors in play other than sheer stupidity and desire to win a Darwin Award.
Once she has them on her bed, the cushionblob gives her prey an erotic body-to-body massage many have reported to be both thoroughly relaxing and highly arousing. If her prey is male, the cushionblob engulfs their penis and stimulates them to multiple orgasms. If female, the cushionblob extrudes part of her body into the prey's vagina and absorbs the vaginal secretions produced during climax. This is not fatal unless the cushionblob brings her core into contact with her prey's sexual organs. Contact with the core triggers a state of lethal hyper-arousal where the prey continues to climax helplessly until death occurs through loss of fluids.
(Should I mention the part where the cushionblob sucks out and absorbs the victim's soul? Would anyone believe me?)
Countermeasures:
I'd like to say, "Don't join her on her bed you blithering idiots," but people still do.
Maintaining discipline is important. At first the cushionblobs let people go to return to camp and spread stories about how good being with a cushionblob was. The curious would then seek the cushionblobs out to experience it for themselves. I'm convinced this was a deliberate and predetermined strategy.
Unlike other slime girls such as the blue specimen, HA-001, being studied back on Earth, pink cushionblobs are less protean in form and abilities. The external skin can be punctured and enough damage will result in the cushionblob being unable to hold their liquid body together. However, they are capable of rapidly closing and healing any wounds to their outer layer. Destroying the central core is a proven way of killing them for certain. Extreme cold is also effective, as are desiccating agents.
Threat Level:
Why do they keep joining her on her bed...?
Moderate.
There must be a pheromone or mind control element we're missing here. Our personnel are succumbing too frequently to the cushionblob's temptations, even the forewarned and wary ones.
Type: Slime
Habitat: Caves (Temperate, Damp).
Description:
The pink cushionblob has the form of a naked buxom girl with bright and slightly translucent pink skin lying on what looks like a large round waterbed mattress of the same colour. This is a type of slime girl that possesses so much additional mass it accumulates beneath them to form a large cushion or pillow. Their semi-liquid internal body is contained within an elastic membrane. Floating freely within the internal body is a core composed of darker, opaque material.
They are intelligent and possess a friendly disposition. At first they were thought to be a benign variety of hindig. As with most hindigs, they derive sustenance from human sexual fluids and initially they seemed content to trade sexual services for small amounts of seminal fluid extracted from willing partners. Now we know cushionblobs will sometimes drain a human to death and should be considered dangerous.
Attack Strategy:
The pink cushionblob asks men (and sometimes women) to join them on their bed and the men (and sometimes women) join them on their bed. Why the men (and sometimes women) do this, we don't know. Even with repeated warnings and foreknowledge of the risks, the men (and sometimes women) still do it. This makes me believe there may be additional factors in play other than sheer stupidity and desire to win a Darwin Award.
Once she has them on her bed, the cushionblob gives her prey an erotic body-to-body massage many have reported to be both thoroughly relaxing and highly arousing. If her prey is male, the cushionblob engulfs their penis and stimulates them to multiple orgasms. If female, the cushionblob extrudes part of her body into the prey's vagina and absorbs the vaginal secretions produced during climax. This is not fatal unless the cushionblob brings her core into contact with her prey's sexual organs. Contact with the core triggers a state of lethal hyper-arousal where the prey continues to climax helplessly until death occurs through loss of fluids.
(Should I mention the part where the cushionblob sucks out and absorbs the victim's soul? Would anyone believe me?)
Countermeasures:
I'd like to say, "Don't join her on her bed you blithering idiots," but people still do.
Maintaining discipline is important. At first the cushionblobs let people go to return to camp and spread stories about how good being with a cushionblob was. The curious would then seek the cushionblobs out to experience it for themselves. I'm convinced this was a deliberate and predetermined strategy.
Unlike other slime girls such as the blue specimen, HA-001, being studied back on Earth, pink cushionblobs are less protean in form and abilities. The external skin can be punctured and enough damage will result in the cushionblob being unable to hold their liquid body together. However, they are capable of rapidly closing and healing any wounds to their outer layer. Destroying the central core is a proven way of killing them for certain. Extreme cold is also effective, as are desiccating agents.
Threat Level:
Why do they keep joining her on her bed...?
Moderate.
There must be a pheromone or mind control element we're missing here. Our personnel are succumbing too frequently to the cushionblob's temptations, even the forewarned and wary ones.
Friday, January 22, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Cephalotia Fleshpot
Name: Cephalotia Fleshpot (cn: Treehugger Fleshpot)
Type: Plant
Habitat: Jungle. Dense Vegetation.
Description:
Resembles a plant and naked humanoid woman fused together. The vegetative part consists of a single thick leaf rolled around to form a pot-shaped structure. The humanoid part is fused within the pot wall and looks like a naked human female hugging the pot. The buttocks and back are visible on the outside of the pot. Her breasts protrude out from the inner wall and within the pot there is an opening that corresponds to where the vagina would be on a human woman. The head hangs over the pot entrance in a way that makes it look as though she is sleeping.
They are sentient, intelligent and surprisingly will remain friendly even after their hypnotic scents are resisted. They believe what they do to humans is not bad or evil... that most men would freely trade their lives for the pleasures they give them in their final moments.
Attack Strategy:
The cephalotia fleshpot lures prey to her by releasing a scent with both mild hypnotic and aphrodisiac effects. This scent is dispersed over a wide area and can attract prey from a considerable distance. When the prey comes close enough the pot emits a thick cloud of spores or pollen that, when inhaled, puts the victim into a highly suggestible state. The fleshpot talks her victim into entering her pot, and once they do, the walls close around them and hold them in place while the fleshpot copulates with them.
Copulation is merely a way of getting the prey to produce semen, which is drunk by the plant. In order to harvest the maximum amount of semen the fleshpot pumps a toxin up from reservoirs beneath the ground and secretes it through the pot walls. This toxin is absorbed through the skin and acts on both the prostate and testes to stimulate the massive overproduction of seminal fluid and spermatozoa. This production comes at the expense of other bodily functions and the fleshpot's toxin is powerful enough to force a human body to cannibalise its own tissues and organs to provide more raw materials for semen production. The body literally falls apart as it ejaculates all its fluids and chemicals into the fleshpot's vaginal chamber. Those parts not able to be converted into semen collapse into an organic mulch at the bottom of the pot and are absorbed by the plant over a slower period of time.
Why the plant (and this holds true for other hindigs) uses such a complex feeding mechanism to extract semen rather than drinking a more easily extracted bodily fluid such as blood is one of H-space's enduring mysteries.
Countermeasures:
Nose plugs.
Some of the toxins can be absorbed through the skin, so full hazmat protection is recommended when in close proximity to a cephalotia fleshpot.
The plant structure renders bullets ineffective. A flamethrower is ideal providing the chemicals can be made to ignite. Machetes will also do the job, although care must be taken to avoid contact with the plant's juices.
Threat Level:
Low-to-Moderate.
Their luring scents can be potent and are dispersed over a wide area.
Type: Plant
Habitat: Jungle. Dense Vegetation.
Description:
Resembles a plant and naked humanoid woman fused together. The vegetative part consists of a single thick leaf rolled around to form a pot-shaped structure. The humanoid part is fused within the pot wall and looks like a naked human female hugging the pot. The buttocks and back are visible on the outside of the pot. Her breasts protrude out from the inner wall and within the pot there is an opening that corresponds to where the vagina would be on a human woman. The head hangs over the pot entrance in a way that makes it look as though she is sleeping.
They are sentient, intelligent and surprisingly will remain friendly even after their hypnotic scents are resisted. They believe what they do to humans is not bad or evil... that most men would freely trade their lives for the pleasures they give them in their final moments.
Attack Strategy:
The cephalotia fleshpot lures prey to her by releasing a scent with both mild hypnotic and aphrodisiac effects. This scent is dispersed over a wide area and can attract prey from a considerable distance. When the prey comes close enough the pot emits a thick cloud of spores or pollen that, when inhaled, puts the victim into a highly suggestible state. The fleshpot talks her victim into entering her pot, and once they do, the walls close around them and hold them in place while the fleshpot copulates with them.
Copulation is merely a way of getting the prey to produce semen, which is drunk by the plant. In order to harvest the maximum amount of semen the fleshpot pumps a toxin up from reservoirs beneath the ground and secretes it through the pot walls. This toxin is absorbed through the skin and acts on both the prostate and testes to stimulate the massive overproduction of seminal fluid and spermatozoa. This production comes at the expense of other bodily functions and the fleshpot's toxin is powerful enough to force a human body to cannibalise its own tissues and organs to provide more raw materials for semen production. The body literally falls apart as it ejaculates all its fluids and chemicals into the fleshpot's vaginal chamber. Those parts not able to be converted into semen collapse into an organic mulch at the bottom of the pot and are absorbed by the plant over a slower period of time.
Why the plant (and this holds true for other hindigs) uses such a complex feeding mechanism to extract semen rather than drinking a more easily extracted bodily fluid such as blood is one of H-space's enduring mysteries.
Countermeasures:
Nose plugs.
Some of the toxins can be absorbed through the skin, so full hazmat protection is recommended when in close proximity to a cephalotia fleshpot.
The plant structure renders bullets ineffective. A flamethrower is ideal providing the chemicals can be made to ignite. Machetes will also do the job, although care must be taken to avoid contact with the plant's juices.
Threat Level:
Low-to-Moderate.
Their luring scents can be potent and are dispersed over a wide area.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Sleeping Beauty Mimic
Name: Sleeping Beauty Mimic
Type: Mimic (like the RPG creatures that disguise themselves as chests)
Habitat: Ruins. Anywhere we are.
Description:
Takes the form of a highly attractive woman lying naked on a big bed. Both the bed and woman are the same organism. It is unknown how they get about or what form they take while out in the wild. Some have been encountered in abandoned ruins, others have somehow managed to infiltrate our camps. They trap and squeeze the fluids out of any men foolish enough to climb on top of them.
Attack Strategy:
None as such. They lie in wait for potential prey to climb up on the bed. People do this either to check the naked woman is okay or, in some cases, take advantage of her sexually. The mimic can make parts of her body extremely adhesive. Once prey is stuck in place, the rest of the mimic folds up around them. If the captured victim is male, the mimic milks them and absorbs the resulting ejaculate. They are very adept at this and can bring most males to multiple climaxes in a very short period of time.
If this was all, the mimics would be very popular amongst the ground staff and we'd see a line of horny young men queuing up to take a turn on the mimic's 'bed'. Unfortunately, once a captive can produce no more semen, the mimic will keep squeezing their body until they're crushed in order to drink the fluids that leak out of the mangled remains. This is as gruesomely unpleasant as it sounds.
Countermeasures:
The mimic's outer surface is tough and resistant to bullets and cutting. If attacked it will curl up in a defensive ball. Fire and caustic chemicals are effective.
However, this is all rather unnecessary. The mimic has no additional alluring agents and poses no threat to a forewarned and wary soldier. Just don't get on the damn bed.
Threat Level:
Low.
Seriously, just don't get on the damn bed. Don't be a Darwin Award winner.
Type: Mimic (like the RPG creatures that disguise themselves as chests)
Habitat: Ruins. Anywhere we are.
Description:
Takes the form of a highly attractive woman lying naked on a big bed. Both the bed and woman are the same organism. It is unknown how they get about or what form they take while out in the wild. Some have been encountered in abandoned ruins, others have somehow managed to infiltrate our camps. They trap and squeeze the fluids out of any men foolish enough to climb on top of them.
Attack Strategy:
None as such. They lie in wait for potential prey to climb up on the bed. People do this either to check the naked woman is okay or, in some cases, take advantage of her sexually. The mimic can make parts of her body extremely adhesive. Once prey is stuck in place, the rest of the mimic folds up around them. If the captured victim is male, the mimic milks them and absorbs the resulting ejaculate. They are very adept at this and can bring most males to multiple climaxes in a very short period of time.
If this was all, the mimics would be very popular amongst the ground staff and we'd see a line of horny young men queuing up to take a turn on the mimic's 'bed'. Unfortunately, once a captive can produce no more semen, the mimic will keep squeezing their body until they're crushed in order to drink the fluids that leak out of the mangled remains. This is as gruesomely unpleasant as it sounds.
Countermeasures:
The mimic's outer surface is tough and resistant to bullets and cutting. If attacked it will curl up in a defensive ball. Fire and caustic chemicals are effective.
However, this is all rather unnecessary. The mimic has no additional alluring agents and poses no threat to a forewarned and wary soldier. Just don't get on the damn bed.
Threat Level:
Low.
Seriously, just don't get on the damn bed. Don't be a Darwin Award winner.
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