H-space MGB Profile: Sex-Spawn Pit

Name:  Sex-Spawn Pit
Type:  I have no idea what this is, or even if it's an organism in any way we recognise the term.
Habitat:  Primarily HSIO urban centres, although some wild ones have been encountered underground.

Description:
A pit with flesh-covered walls about eight to ten feet deep.  Thick fibrous growths extend from the edge of the pit and connect to bulbous pod-like chambers partially buried in the ground.  The chambers are used to gestate and grow the sex spawn.  The spawn are not really offspring and instead function more like flesh manikins.  They are short-lived and resemble hairless human beings.  The sex-spawn pit appears to have some kind of mild telepathic or empathic ability to sense what individuals in its vicinity find sexually appealing and produces sex-spawn with bodies that cater to these desires.

Attack Strategy:
Anyone unfortunate enough to fall into a sex-spawn pit will be absorbed into the fleshy walls.  Bizarrely, this is a complex process that requires to the prey to be sexually aroused to the point of orgasm before the pit can absorb them.  In order to achieve this, the pit excretes its flesh manikins into the pit to copulate with the person or persons trapped within it.  The pit will continue to spawn manikins and send them into the pit until the captured men or women are overwhelmed and stimulated to orgasm.  At which point they are absorbed into the walls or floor and lost.

The higher HSIOs seem to enjoy throwing captives into these pits as a form of entertainment (our men should be fully aware by now of the futility of surrendering to the more intelligent HSIOs—these are alien organisms with a set of values completely at odds with our own).

Sex-spawn pits occurring in the wild will attempt to use their flesh manikins to lure or physically force passer-by's into the pit.  The flesh manikins themselves are weak and degrade quickly over time and distance from the pit that spawned them.

Countermeasures:
The sex-spawn pit is harmless unless fallen into.  Once inside, the slippery, undulating flesh walls make it very difficult to climb out of and the constant waves of amorous flesh manikins will eventually wear a person down and force them into sexual intercourse.

When under attack the pit will close and retract the gestation pods underground.  The pits are relatively easy to render harmless, but much more difficult to eradicate completely.  Pits reported as destroyed have been known to fully grow back after a week or two.

Threat Level:
Low.

Of more concern is how they came to exist, especially with their bizarre feeding cycle.  Are these organisms, or more akin to biological machines custom-created by the HSIOs to dispose of their enemies in ways the HSIOs find entertaining?

H-space MGB Story: Tar-Pillow Cushionblob

At first PFC Stewart Peter Bate was grateful he'd landed in something soft to break his fall.  Then he realized what he'd landed in...

Bate had been part of an explo patrol trying to determine the full extent of Lake Latex—that strange, apparently natural formation not far from FOB Rigg.  It looked like a lake of molten black rubber, but was not a body of water.  Whatever the lake was composed of, and it did feel remarkably similar to rubber, it was solid enough to walk upon.

Or rather, had been solid enough to walk upon for the two hours Bate had trudged across it.  Then he'd put his foot down on a patch that had turned out to be as unsubstantial as a soap bubble and plunged right through to a cavern beneath.

It was a long fall.  Long enough for Bate to fully contemplate the awful, likely leg-snapping impact about to happen to him.

And then his fall was miraculously broken by a big ball of soft material.  He sank into it and was brought to a gentle stop without any leg-snapping nastiness.  It did, however, leave him stuck waist-deep in the soft substance.

The cavern was lit up with an eerie blue glow.  Light enough to see that he'd fallen into a flattened ball of glossy black material.  The substance resembled the surface of Lake Latex, but was much softer.  And stickier.  When Bate placed his hands on the surface to try and pull himself out, they sank into the soft material and it took some effort to pull them back out.

This was awkward, he thought.  He'd survived the fall only to find himself stuck in a molten glob of black latex.

It was worse than that.  The surface started to move in front of him and extruded the top half of a naked woman with massive tits.  She looked like a naked woman in any case, albeit one covered all over in skintight black latex, even right down to her hair and eyes.

She batted her eyelashes sleepily at Bate.  "Hmm, what tasty little hunk has fallen into my lap?"

Bate felt a thrill of both anticipation and fear.  Fuck, he thought.  A slime girl.  He'd heard about them.  Weird H-space amoeboids that were able to take the form of sexy women.  Sometimes they forced men to have sex with them—that was where the thrill of anticipation came from.  Other times they ate them or worse—and that was the fear.

Bate thrashed and strained to pull himself free of the sticky mass.  The slime girl watched on with amusement.

"You're wasting your time," she said.  "My kind are known for being the stickiest and densest of the blob girls, and you've fallen right into the middle of me."

Bate stopped struggling.  She was right.  It felt like he'd fallen into a tar pit.

She looked at the ground around them.  It was black, polished and looked as hard as granite.  Then she looked up at where Bate had fallen through the surface of Lake Latex.

"Just think," she said.  "If I hadn't been here you would have hit that hard floor and broken to bits.  It's worth keeping that in mind when..."

The slime girl left the end of the sentence unfinished.  She lay on the edge of the flattened blob and ran a latex-clad finger over the latex surface as if it was the top sheet of a bed.

"When what?" Bate demanded.

"When what happens, happens," the slime girl said with a mysterious smile.

Bate felt the blob move all around him.  He was uncomfortably aware of its organic rather than inorganic nature.

"What do you mean, 'when what happens, happens'?"  Bate said.  He looked around himself as if he was standing in a shark tank.  "What are you going to do to me?"

The slime girl didn't answer him.  Bate felt soft pressure rub against his legs.  It felt like there were many warm hands down there, intimately massaging his legs.  He felt something goose him in a private place and flinched in surprise.

"Let's get down to it," the slime girl said.

She slipped into the main blob as though she was getting into hot tub with Bate.  At the same time, strong forces gripped Bate's legs.  No, it was the pants on his legs.  The fabric stretched, frayed, and gave as relentless forces ripped the clothing away from him.  His boots and underwear followed.  He felt the soft squishy interior of the blob right up against his exposed skin.

The slime girl, now seemingly submerged in the main blob up to her waist, moved close to Bate.  She peeled off his top and then put her arms around him in an embrace that had her sticky boobs squashed against his chest.  She leant in close and pressed her lips against Bate's in a sticky kiss.

Bate relaxed.  So she wanted to fuck him rather than eat him.

That was confirmed when he felt something tug gently at his exposed genitals.  Bate didn't know what that something was—Lips? Pussy?—only that it was soft, pleasant and he liked what it was doing.

He felt his cock lengthen as the slime girl used the pliable material of her body to coax out a full erection.  She broke off the kiss and stared at Bate with her full lips puffed up in a sultry pout.  The blob pulsed around them and Bate felt it press against his back, pushing him up against her warm body.  He smiled at her and then his mouth puckered up in an ooh of pleasure as the blob contracted and his erection sank deep into warm softness.

She came back in close, squashing her breasts against him and entwining her arms around his back.  The warm mass of her body massaged his legs, fondled his balls and pressed between his butt cheeks to rub against the sensitive part between testicles and anus.  Bate heard a loud squelchy sucking sound and his cock was seized by a pleasant tugging sensation.

The blob continued to pulsate and drive their bodies against each other.  Bate didn't have to exert any effort at all as his cock plunged back and forth into a soft gooey mass that sucked at him.

"This is the other thing my kind are known for," the slime girl said.  "We can generate a lot of suction on just the right part of the body."

The squelchy sucking sounds grew louder and the sucking sensation on Bate's erection intensified.  He felt it not just on his cock, but through his whole groin and right down in his balls.  It was like she couldn't wait for him to come and wanted to suck the sperm out of his balls right now.

It became academic.  Bate couldn't hold out any longer.  He groaned and shuddered in pleasure as he pumped a big creamy load right into her black heart.

If he thought her suction would stop with his release, he was mistaken.  If anything it grew stronger.  The glossy black material of her body started to creep up over Bate like a second skin.  He felt the warm substance of her body pressing all around him.

Bate thought his climax marked the peak of his pleasure.  The slime girl showed him there was another, much larger peak beyond it and remorselessly dragged him up it with the irresistible suction of her sticky black body.  She sucked him right up to that peak until Bate was experiencing another explosive ejaculation that set the whole of his body shivering in bliss.

Her glossy black surface crept up over Bate's body until only his face remained uncovered.  Within her mass, soft suction continued to pull on Bate's cock.  Now it really felt like she was sucking the sperm right out of his balls.

And maybe something else as well.

Bate was beyond noticing.  She sucked, squelched and squished him up to another unbelievable peak of pleasure, and this time the climax was such an intense explosion of bliss it was too much for Bate's mind to withstand.

Already expired in a final blast of ecstasy, Bate felt nothing as his face sank inwards.  The tar-pillow cushionblob sucked him inside out to expose and digest his soul.

"That was so much better than your body dashing to pieces on the rock floor, wouldn't you agree?" the slime girl said to the ichor-spattered bones as she excreted them out of the side of her body.



"Huff.  Hwargh.  Huwargh."

"Stewart!  Are you okay?"

"She turned me inside out.  I felt her turn me... him inside out."

H-Space MGB Profile: Tar-Pillow Cushionblob

Name:  Tar-Pillow Cushionblob
Type:  Slime (subtype: cushionblob)
Habitat:  Underground.  Around and beneath Lake Latex.

Description:
A type of slime girl with an amorphous body.  Usually they take the form of a buxom woman lying on a big soft cushion or bed.

This variety is black and fully opaque.  Their appearance varies in how glossy the outer surface is.  Some are very dark and look as though they’ve been sculpted from tar or pitch.  Others are glossy and look as though both the woman and her 'bed' are completely covered in shiny black latex.

Attack Strategy:
Tar-pillow cushionblobs are extremely dense and their surface is highly adhesive.  Anyone coming into physical contact with one will become stuck and then engulfed.  They are powerful, but they are also slow and lack any kind of mesmeric ability.  A tar-pillow cushionblob might try to use her sexy body to tempt the unwary into joining her on her bed, but anyone forewarned as to her true nature will find it an easy offer to turn down (unlike with the pink variety).

The tar-pillow cushionblob likes to draw men into her mass and use her malleable form to sexually excite them.  They are capable of generating powerful suction and use this to induce first ejaculation and then pull the man inside out to extract whatever spark of vital essence it is that HSIOs seek from us.  Despite sounding gruesome, the man experiences it as a pure blast of orgasmic release.

(The soul seems as good as any name to give this 'spark', even if my esteemed colleagues might not approve of it.)

After extracting this essence the tar-pillow cushionblob digests the flesh of her now-expired captive and then excretes the bones.

Countermeasures:
Tar-pillow cushionblobs are very slow, but adept at setting traps or ambushing from darkness, where their lack of speed is not a factor.  Bullets are ineffective and barely penetrate their dense mass.  Engaging one at close quarters with melee weapons is strongly discouraged.  The weapons will just get stuck on her body and she'll draw you in to engulf you.  Her form is also dense enough to resist small explosives.

Extremes of hot or cold are effective, with flamethrowers being the best weapon to use against her as the substance of her body is inflammable.  Some strong alkalis have been found to have a corrosive effect on her body, but such large quantities are required to render this an impractical countermeasure.

Threat Level:
Moderate.

Easy to avoid if spotted in advance.  Completely inescapable once grabbed and engulfed.

H-space MGB Profile: Red Lips Succubus

Name: Red Lips Succubus
Type: Succubus
Habitat: Wide-ranging, but thankfully rare.

Description:
Another of the succubus-type HSIOs that resemble (and are likely the originators of) the devil girls of myth.  They take the appearance of extremely alluring women, but with the additional 'devil' features of horns, tail and leathery bat wings.

These succubi have very pale, almost white, skin.  Their main identifying feature is their lips, which are full, sensual and a vivid scarlet in colour that contrasts sharply with their pale skin.  This coloration appears to be natural pigmentation despite looking like artificial lip gloss.

Attack Strategy:
This is one of the more powerful succubus types.  They are extremely dangerous because of their ability to mesmerise and completely immobilise opponents with their lips.  We don't really know how this works.  There is a theory that the combination of the shape, coloration and the way the lips stand out from the rest of the succubus's pale face triggers a weird neural reaction in the human brain that causes it to partially shut down and lock up all conscious movement, causing paralysis in the onlooker.  However the succubus does this, it is terrifyingly effective, with a single blown kiss being enough to incapacitate an entire squad.

As with other H-space succubi, the red lips variant feeds on the fluids and energy released during sexual activity.  Red lips succubi prefer to use either fellatio or cunnilingus, and are capable of sucking their prey completely dry in a frighteningly short space of time.

Countermeasures:
What do you want me to put here?

Did you read the part where I wrote they are capable of immobilising an entire squad simply by blowing a kiss at them?

How are we supposed to counteract that?

What do you want me to do?  Tell the men to wear blindfolds just so the succubi can drain them dry in other immoral and indecent ways?

I can't even get them to understand the dangers they face from the minor HSIOs.  When I tried to warn them about this new type of succubus they were too busy laughing at the concept of being blowjobbed to death.

This is hopeless.  We warn the men.  They don't listen.  We send them out and the succubi kill them.  Then we bring in a fresh batch to start the cycle anew.

When is this going to end?

Threat Level:
They can take out a combat-ready soldier using nothing more than a blown kiss!  This is what we are facing out here.

Very high.

H-space MGB Story: Red Lips Succubus

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H-space MGB Profile: Freshwater Cnidarian-Girl

Name: Freshwater Cnidarian-Girl
Type: Cnidarian
Habitat: Freshwater.  Marshland.

Description:
From a distance a freshwater cnidarian-girl looks like a pretty young woman in a long summer dress.  They are normally found staring wistfully out across small bodies of water in picturesque wild spots.

The 'dress' is a thin membrane of elastic jelly that serves to hide the cnidarian-girl's lower body.  Beneath the waist their body consists of a ring of thick tentacles that are used to both raise and support the upper torso, and restrain prey while the cnidarian feeds.  Hanging down from the centre of the ring of tentacles is a specialised feeding tube.

The structure of a cnidarian-girl's body appears to be comparable to Earth-based cnidarians—hence the name—although they are considerably more complex.  Their mostly liquid insides are held in by a strong membrane of semi-transparent jelly.  While their skin colour comes in a variety of hues from yellow to green to muddy browns, they are capable of changing it to opaque pink for short periods of time in order to mimic human flesh.

Attack Strategy:
The cnidarian-girl lures prey to her through an airborne pheromone that also massively raises the libido.  Once the target comes within range the cnidarian-girl stings and immobilises them with a powerful paralysing agent injected through the skin by nematocysts located in her tentacles.  With her prey immobilised, the cnidarian wraps her tentacles around them and begins to feed.

As with other HSIOs, cnidarian-girls feed on sexual fluids.  Their body secretes a toxin that triggers the over-production of sexual fluids at the expense of all other biological functions.  This toxin is absorbed through the sexual organs and requires the ejaculate of her prey to activate it.  If her victim is male the cnidarian-girl ingests their penis with her soft feeding tube and uses this to stimulate them to ejaculation.  If she has caught a female, the cnidarian turns the lower third of her feeding tube inside out and inserts it into her captive's vagina.  Once her feeding toxin takes effect the cnidarian-girl slowly drains her prey of all their fluids.

Countermeasures:
Like their Earth equivalents, cnidarian-girls have soft, fragile bodies.  Aside from their pheromone lure and paralysing sting they have little fighting ability and if threatened they will contract down to a ball, with the outer tentacles folding back up over their vulnerable upper body to protect it.

Threat Level:
Low.

The pheromone lure is the main danger.  Soldiers should stay together at all times and always be on the lookout in case one of their squad-mates starts showing signs of being under the influence.

H-space MGB Story: Freshwater Cnidarian-Girl

PFC Stewart Peter Bate wasn't really sure what attracted him to the woman in the green dress standing amongst the tall reeds on the edge of the pond.  Her head was turned away from him.  She looked wistful as she stared out over the still water.

Was she pining over a love left behind?  Or maybe admiring the natural beauty of the trees and rushes on the other side of the pool?  It was a picturesque spot.  If it wasn't for the sky—all purple and red roiling clouds—you could be forgiven for thinking this was a natural beauty spot on Earth.

Bate stalked towards her through waist-high grass.  Why?  He couldn't tell you.  He couldn't even tell himself.

His heart was beating too fast.  He felt strangely tense.  His fingers clutched at empty air like metal clamps.  There was a pounding at his temples that might be the beginnings of a migraine.

Or something else.

He didn't know why he was going to the woman in green or what he'd do when he reached her.  It was as if he'd gone off-road and primal instinct had taken over the wheel.

An image of him throwing the woman to the floor and climbing on top to ravish her jumped to the forefront of his thoughts.

Repulsed, he pushed it aside.

That wasn't him.

Not anymore.

He stalked closer, his fingers clenching and unclenching of their own accord.

Who was this woman?  One of the science staff?  Medical?  Either way, a green summer dress didn't seem very practical for a tour out in H-space.  All she needed was a hat and parasol and she'd look like she was straight out of a painting you might find in one of the fancy-pants New York art galleries.

The girl turned just as he reached her.  If she was one of the station staff, Bate didn't recognize her.  He'd never seen her face around camp, and it was a face he'd have remembered.  Her long, wavy auburn hair was glossy and perfectly framed a beautiful heart-shaped face.  She smiled at Bate like a carefree girl-next-door, but there was altogether too much knowing in her bright green eyes.

"Oh, hi there."  She didn't seem fazed by Bate's presence at all.  "What do you want?"

Bate said nothing.  Muscles twitched in his thick arms.  His fingers clenched and unclenched.

What did he want?

That image of him throwing her to the ground, climbing on top, ripping that pretty dress aside and thrusting up into her tight wetness returned to his mind.

No.  That wasn't him.

A pinprick of pain in the back of his calf jolted him.  Damn, some marsh-dwelling bloodsucking insect must have bitten him.  It was an irritation, but in some respects Bate was glad of it as it distracted him from the frightening dark animalistic thoughts swirling through his brain.

Introduce yourself, his inner voice cajoled.

His tongue, which felt swollen enough to clog his whole mouth, refused to comply.

The girl laughed at his tongue-tied silence.  "It's okay.  I know what you want.  It's what all men want."

And then her bright green eyes were more than knowing.  Her face went full-on slutty as she undid the buttons of her blouse.

Oh yeah, a proper little slut, Bate thought.  His nostrils dilated as he pulled more air into his lungs.  A proper little slut he should put over his knee and give a good spanking.  And then...

No.  You don't do that.  Not anymore.

What material was her green dress made out of?  It looked strange—shiny, slick, stretchy.  The surface bulged and rippled as something moved underneath.  What was that?  It looked like a snake.  Or tentacle.

What was going on here?  Pressure pounded harder at Bate's temples.

He stared as the girl in the green dress opened up her top and revealed the lovely pink hemispheres of her titties.  Bate's gaze was drawn to them and roamed all over her luscious pink curves.

"Do you like them?" she cooed.

Why was she doing this?  They'd never even spoken before.

"Would you like to touch them?"  The girl pushed out her chest and proffered her naked breasts to him.

Bate's fingers twitched.  Yes he would.  He burned with the desire to press his hands into her lush pink curves.  To feel them.  To squeeze them.

The slick surface of her green dress rippled again as something sinuous pushed against it.

"Oh, but you can't," the girl said with a teasing smile.

Bate's brow furrowed as he realized it wasn't self-control keeping him from reaching up and giving her goods a good grope.  He couldn't move his hands.

"It's the paralyzing venom I injected you with," she said.

Or his arms.  Or his legs.  Or... anything.  Bate's eyes widened as he realized the extent of his paralysis.

"It's so you can't run away," the woman in the green dress said.

Bate desperately tried to get his muscles to obey his commands.  Nothing.  They were hard and rigid and locked in place as if he was a statue made of flesh.

"I'm not human," she said.

She reached down and parted what Bate had thought was a dress, but instead stretched and glistened like a flat sheet of jelly.

"See, no legs."

The girl-that-wasn't-a-girl opened her dress-that-wasn't-a-dress wider and a squirming mass of thick green tentacles tumbled out.  Bate saw a humanoid torso atop a ring of tentacles.  The surface of each tentacle was a translucent membrane wet with a layer of slime.  They slithered and crawled over Bate's legs, leaving trails of warm mucus.

"Let's see what we have here," the monster girl said as she undid and pulled away Bate's shirt and undershirt.

He did nothing to stop her.  He couldn't.

"Very nice," she said as she ran her hands over his broad chest.  They too felt moist against his skin and her fingers left behind glistening trails across his pecs and abs.  "Strong.  Vital.  You should last me a long time."

Her hands went down to his trousers.  She unbuckled them and dropped them along with his underwear.

"Oh yummy, and equipment to match," she said as she looked down at Bate's flaccid penis.

It didn't remain flaccid for long.  A bulbous tentacle—watery insides working beneath a transparent, lime-green membrane—slithered up, coiled around his member and began to pump back and forth.  It shouldn't have turned him on, but it did.  Her tentacles looked cold and slimy, but instead felt warm, yielding and slippery.  And she knew exactly how to move them to give Bate the greatest pleasure.

"You're not averse to the idea of sex with a hot alien babe, are you?" she said, bending close enough for the tip of her nose to brush against Bate's.

Bate's cock definitely wasn't.  Under her tender touch it had swelled out into a pulsing red erection.  It was very much looking forward to having sex with her.

But how?  She was just a human torso atop a mass of squirming green tentacles.  Where would he even put it...?

She parted her front tentacles to reveal a strange cylindrical appendage hanging down from her midriff.  The walls were slightly curved and tapered down to a plump ring of jelly.  As with her tentacles, the walls of the tube were green and translucent.

She put her hands on the side of his head and tilted it downwards.  For a moment Bate thought she was going to push his face into her cleavage, but then he realized she was just repositioning his head so he could better see what she was doing to him.

The plump ring at the end of the tube opened out and engulfed the swollen head of Bate's cock.  The curved walls expanded outwards and Bate's whole length was drawn into her green sheath.

A surprised snort escaped Bate's lips, all he could manage in his paralyzed state.  That felt nice.  Warm.  Wet.  Like he'd just entered sweet pussy.

He could see it as well.  The green tube was transparent.  He could see right through to his cock inside.  It looked weird, but felt... pleasant.  Like he was jerking himself off with some kind of freaky sex toy sheath.  He understood now why some guys bought the see-through toys.  It was a turn-on to see his big cock moving around inside.  The walls flexed and pulsed, and the ring at the end puffed up as the tube slid smoothly up and down his shaft.

The girl in the green dress leaned closer.

"It's not my pussy," she whispered in his ear.  "It's my mouth."

The flexible tube swelled and filled with hot, thick fluids that made Bate's cock tingle on contact.

"What does it feel like to watch your cock melt away in my digestive juices?" she said to him.

What the fu...!

An inarticulate cry struggled free of Bate's frozen lips.  Violent tremors ran through his body as he tried to free himself from the grip of whatever paralyzing agent she'd injected him with.  Water welled up in his eyes when he realized he couldn't.

The monster laughed.  She patted him on the chest.

"I'm joking," she said.  "I'd never waste good dick like that.  It's so much better giving it..."  She made a hissing sound as she sucked air in between her teeth.  The green tube narrowed and squeezed Bate's erection.  "...a good suck."

Pleasant tremors ran through Bate's body.  He didn't know what to think.  What she was doing to him—the pulsing strokes of the soft membrane, the way the throbbing motions swirled the warm fluids around his erection—felt really fucking good.  And his dick was visible inside her.  Bate could see it wasn't turning red or rotting away or anything gross like that.

Maybe she had a sick sense of humor.

Maybe this was just fucking.

She sounded like she was fucking.  The little hisses and gasps she made sounded like a loose woman getting a good hard fucking.

Bate relaxed and let himself get into it a bit more.  Her green flexible tube bulged and pulsed, and bubbles tickled Bate's cock as liquids sloshed back and forth inside her.  As weird as it looked, it felt like a big sloppy blowjob, and Bate was okay with getting one of those.

Then she said, "I am going to eat you though.  Or rather drink you."

Another stupid joke?

"There's no need to be afraid," she said.  "It will feel like one big orgasm after another as I suck all the cum out of you."

And then Bate knew she had to be joking.  He might not have much in the way of book smarts, but he knew enough biology to know you couldn't kill someone by sucking out all their cum.  All that would do was empty their balls and leave them feeling blissfully satiated.

Her tube throbbed and pulsed.  Sticky pleasures rippled up and down Bate's shaft.  It felt so good when she did that.

"Mmm, my body secretes a very special fluid that, when absorbed by the human male body, makes it convert all its tissues and fluids into cum.  It will make you come over and over until I've drunk you all up."

Bate's brow wrinkled.  This reminded him of something he'd heard at the first briefing after passing through the gate.  He hadn't paid any attention to it at the time because it had sounded like crazy bullshit and the person giving the briefing had looked like they'd been totally fucked in the head by PTSD or something like that.

"The fluid is best absorbed through the penis," she said.

She also sounded fucked up in the head.  Or maybe that was normal for alien babes with green tentacles.

Squoosh, squoosh.  The tube, now looking more like a stretchy rubber bag, throbbed and pulsed.  Thick sticky fluids churned around Bate's cock.  They felt like many soft lips brushing up and down his shaft.

"It just needs an activating agent," she said.  "Your semen."

Sure thing crazy alien babe, Bate thought.  You just... uh... keep doing what you're doing.

If only he could move enough to grind his hips back and forth against her.

He bent a finger.  The alien girl noticed.

"Tsk, looks like my paralyzing venom is wearing off.  Time to get you off."

Her flexible green tube throbbed with greater force.  She pressed up close to him and more of her soft warm tentacles wrapped around his body.

Oh yes, Bate thought.  Fuck me faster, you little alien slut.

Pliable membranes squeezed in and rubbed against the sides of Bate's glans.

Oh, god, yes.

And then he was coming.  He felt it rise up inside him and then surge from him in a great gushing flood.  He even saw it.  Dense white clouds of his spunk billowed out inside her throbbing green tube.

"And now I drink," she said.

He felt it first as a pleasant rise in temperature inside her tube.  Then a strange feeling of looseness inside his body, as if all the substance of his being was gravitating down to his balls.  He had little time to dwell on it as her body gave a great gulping suck and Bate was coming again so hard his legs felt like overdone spaghetti.

The alien girl let out gasps and grunts of naked sexual abandon as her body writhed against him and her flexible tube throbbed, sucked and gulped.  And not just her tube, her breasts—now the same translucent green color as her lower body—swelled and ebbed as she imbibed Bate.

Bate was too much in the grip of sensation to notice.  Oh yes, you keep that up, you dirty alien slut, he thought as he released another thick billowing white cloud inside her.  His thoughts flew apart in an incoherent steam of animal pleasure.  Again and again he spurted thick clouds of semen inside her.  He didn't even have to do anything, it was like she was pumping it all out of him.

Pump.  Pump.  She filled up with milky-white clouds even as Bate diminished.

Pump.  Pump.  Bate expired with a perverse last gasp full of blissed-out ecstasy.

She emptied him and let his wasted corpse slide down into the water between the weeds.  There it would join the other bones lying beneath the still waters of the quiet little pool.

H-space MGB Profile: Boob-Snake

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Threat Level:
Moderate

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

H-space MGB Story: Boob-Snake

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...and down...

...and down...

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

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

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

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

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

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

More than friendly, even.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He drank it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh yes.

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

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

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

H-space MGB Profile: Glass Arachne

Name:  Glass Arachne
Type:  Arachne
Habitat:  Underground Caves

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Threat Level:
Moderate.

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

H-space MGB Story: Glass Arachne

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Does that feel better?"

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

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

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

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

She reached around to stroke Bate's visible erection.

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

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

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

"Whoa," he said.

"What is it?" Bate asked.

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

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

Whoa.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anal with a spider, part of his mind giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

H-space MGB Profile: Bubblegum Blobgirl

Name:  Bubblegum Blobgirl
Type:  Slime Girl
Habitat:  Underground caves.  Ruins.

Description:
An amorphous pink blob with the ability to take on a facsimile of human form.  As with the other H-space slime or blob girls, the form most often taken is that of a naked and alluring human woman.  This is not a disguise as such—the blobgirl is unable to accurately replicate features such as eyes and hair, so they resemble more a clay sculpture of a human being and are unlikely to be mistaken for the real thing unless in exceptionally poor lighting.  The real purpose is to distract and sometimes even arouse potential prey.  For this reason the blob girl usually takes a form that looks like an exaggerated sex-fantasy ideal of the feminine figure, with very large breasts being a common feature.

Unlike some of the other slime girls that have been observed in H-space, such as specimen HA-001 and the pink cushionblobs, the bubblegum blobgirl is completely opaque.  In colour and texture they resemble pieces of bubblegum, hence the name.

Given their viscosity, stickiness and ability to partially adopt human form, I wonder if it would be better to classify bubblegum blobgirls as a primitive type of mimic and an offshoot from the main branch of slime girls.

Bubblegum blobgirls vary in size from small ones about the same size as fully-grown human to much larger ones about the same size as a truck.  The larger ones are capable of manifesting multiple humanoid appendages to 'play' with any men they manage to capture.

There are also rumours of much vaster blobgirls inhabiting the deeper caverns.  So far this hasn't been confirmed, but would be rather worrisome if true.

Attack Strategy:
Bubblegum blobgirls are extremely sticky.  Any person coming into contact with the surface of a blobgirl will become stuck and unable to pull away while the blobgirl slowly enfolds them with her amorphous body.

Bubblegum blobgirls do not consume their prey like an earth amoeba or even the blob monsters of tacky horror films.  The fluids they secrete around trapped prey are not digestive acids but a complex blend of hormones that are absorbed through the skin.  These substances subtly hijack parts of the subject's biochemical processes as well as massively over-stimulating the libido.  The blobgirl uses her soft sticky body to excite the sex organs of her victim and induce in them an unnatural state of hyper-arousal where they ejaculate continuously without being able to stop.  This continues until her prey is drained of all fluids.

This feeding pattern has been observed so many times and in so many different HSIOs it would be a mistake to continue to think of it as unusual at this point.

Countermeasures:
In the open bubblegum blobgirls are very slow and easily avoided.  They are much more dangerous in confined areas with low lighting where they can creep up on men undetected or even lure them by assuming the form of a 'perfect sex fantasy'.

Conventional weaponry is once again extremely ineffective.  Bullets don't penetrate far through the blobgirl's sticky mass and it is uncertain if there are even vital organs that can be targeted.  Bladed weapons get stuck in the blobgirl's sticky body and expose the wielder to a greater risk of coming into skin contact with the blobgirl and getting trapped.

Fortunately, the blobgirls don't appear to like extremes of cold and heat, and some of our soldiers have found flamethrowers to be particularly effective in driving them off.

Threat Level:
Moderate.

At least the ones that have been observed.  If the rumours of considerably vaster blobgirls inhabiting the deeper caverns are true... well let's just hope they stay there...

H-space MGB Story: Bubblegum Blobgirl

Initially PFC Stewart Peter Bate thought he'd stepped in some gum.  It was tacky like gum and stuck to the sole of his boot like gum.  Where it differed from gum was in both its stickiness and strength.  The gum stretched as Bate lifted his boot, but reached a point where it refused to snap or relinquish its hold on either the floor or his boot.

The fuck? Bate thought as he was brought to a sudden, unexpected halt.

His annoyance gave way to horror as he put his foot back down and a pink mass swelled up through the grate he was standing on and engulfed the bottom of his boot.  The mass looked like a giant blob of shiny pink bubblegum.  Bate tried to pull his foot free and the pink blob gripped it like thick mud.

Fuck it.  Bate had no idea what this pink shit was, but if it wanted his boot it could have it.  He bent down and frantically plucked at his laces.  The pink blob surged and lapped up around the outside of his boot.  Fearing the substance might be caustic, Bate pulled his fingers back before the blob could touch them.  As he did he noticed more of the thick pink substance oozing up all around him.

Fuck this.  No fucking way was he letting some alien blob eat him.

He unsheathed his knife from the ankle holster on his other leg and started slashing at the base of the pink blob wrapped around the bottom of his trapped boot.  The substance was as thick and sticky as tar.  Bate's knife snagged and then the pink matter started oozing up the blade.  Bate was forced to let go as the blob swelled up to engulf the hilt and threatened to take his fingers as well.

Briefly, Bate wondered if he'd been better off trying to saw through his own ankle, even though he knew it wouldn't have mattered.  Assuming he'd been able to remain conscious throughout the grisly act, he doubted the pink blob would have given him the time.  It had already lapped over the top of his boot and taken a firm hold of the bottom of his leg.

With pink goo oozing up all around him, Bate planted his other foot and the veins stood out in his neck as he put in a last desperate effort to pull his trapped foot free.  He felt the blob give slightly and was able to pull his foot up a few centimeters before more pink matter swelled up and took a firmer grip.  Worse, more pink goo was curling around the sole of his other boot.  So much had oozed up through the grate Bate was standing in a big puddle of the stuff.

The pink blob crept inexorably up his leg.  Around him the puddle of pink matter shifted and swelled up into three human-sized columns.  They reared up around him as if they were preparing to engulf him in one crashing wave.

Bate yelled for his squadmates.  The blob was past his knee on one leg and up to the calves of the other.  He wasn't getting out of this on his own.

The column of bubblegum-pink matter in front of him shifted and blurred and resolved into the form of an attractive and naked buxom young woman.  Her curves were so exaggerated she resembled more a living 3D sculpture of a porn cartoon than a living breathing human.  She remained the same bubblegum-pink color all over, even her eyes and hair.  She brought a finger to her sensual, over-plump lips and gestured Bate to shush.

The other two columns underwent a similar transformation.

Bate had drawn his sidearm with the intention of putting a bullet first through the blob and then, if that had no discernible effect, one through his own temple.  The blob taking on the form of a three-dimensional anime girl with comically exaggerated big titties surprised him long enough for the blob girl on his right to wrap a sticky hand around his wrist and pluck his gun off him.

Still with her fingers on her bee-stung, extremely kissable lips, the pink girl, along with her two companions, flowed up to Bate as if giving him a sensual group hug.  They merged together roughly where the hips would be on a human.  Bate was sunk in the same pink goo almost up to his waist.

Smiling, the three pink blob girls pressed in close and started to strip him first of his equipment and then of his clothes.  They did it like handmaidens preparing a guest for a forbidden ceremony.  As enthralling as the trio appeared, they were alien, weird, and Bate still had an excess of flight-or-fight adrenaline sloshing around in his system.  He didn't want their sticky gunk touching his skin and resisted their attentions with flailing arms.

The lead pink girl shook her head and looked at him with wide doe's eyes.  Her friend caught one of his flailing hands and pressed it up against one of her boobs.  The unexpectedness of it shocked Bate out of his panic.  He glanced over, saw his hand resting on the shiny curve of the girl's big boob.  Apart from its tackiness, it felt like a big soft boob as well.  Touching it brought back happy memories of feeling up the big-titted cheerleaders with loose morals back in high school.  The pink girl smiled at him, as if she wanted his hand there.

Bate glanced back to the first pink girl.  Her plump lips were bunched up in a suggestive pout.

If they weren't interested in eating him, did that mean they wanted to...?

The pink girl seemed to know what he was thinking as she smiled and nodded.  Her sticky hand reached between his legs and gave his junk a gentle squeeze through his pants.  He became aware of a strong musky wet odor in the air, as if a woman had gotten so aroused the wetness had soaked into her panties.

This was unexpected, and a considerable improvement considering Bate had been terrified he was about to have the flesh dissolved from his bones mere moments ago.  He didn't struggle as they removed the last of his equipment and tore his uniform away as if it was made of paper.  His hand remained glued to the pink girl's big boob the whole time.

Bate wouldn't have thought he'd be up for fucking a trio of freaky pink alien blob girls.  And yet up he was.  His cock throbbed in his pants in a rock-hard erection.  He didn't know what it was—their eye-popping curves, the warmth of the slime around his legs, the musky sex smell thick in the air—but right now Bate felt really really horny.  The pink girls pulled down his pants and his penis stuck out—erect and ready.

For what...?

Bate didn't really care.  He gave the blob girl's boob an experimental squeeze and his hand sank into it as if it was warmed up Play-Doh.  The soft pink substance of her body oozed up between his fingers and enveloped first his hand, then his wrist and then his whole arm as she pressed up against him.  Her warm softness all around his arm felt really pleasant.

As good as it felt, it felt even better when the first pink girl did the same to his cock.  He'd seen the clefts of their sex on all three of them, but they looked more like crude plastic sculptures of vaginas, no more functional than the blank spaces between the legs of Barbie Dolls.  It turned out they didn't need an opening.  The pink girl pressed her hips down on Bate and his hard cock sank into her soft body in the same way his hand had sunk into the breast of the other girl.  Bate heard lewd wet squelching sounds as the pink girl went to work on him.  He didn't know what she was doing down there, but it felt like many wet hands tugging, squeezing and pumping him up to indescribable heights of pleasure.

The three blob girls pressed in close to Bate.  Their bodies, which were all part of the same mass, fused together as they embraced him.  Within the blob the last of Bate's uniform was peeled back, bringing more of his naked flesh into contact with warm, sticky pink matter.  The blob girls' big round boobs pressed against and melted around Bate's body as they deposited sticky wet kisses over his face and neck.  The wet sex smell grew stronger and overcame Bate's inhibitions.  He started to push his hips against the lead blob girl even though the sticky mass of the blob surrounding him prevented him from generating much traction.

He didn't need to.  The lead blob girl bunched her full lips in a gorgeous pout and flowed up Bate's body.  She settled in his lap and Bate's erection pushed up into a soft wet mass that sent tingling streamers of pleasure spiraling down his shaft.  He heard wet splodgy sounds and it felt like hundreds of tiny lips were sucking on his cock.  He grunted as the sensation took him over the edge and he pumped the contents of his balls into the sticky blob.

The blob girl sucked it up like a sponge and smiled.  Wet liquids oozed from the nipples and lips of her two companions as they continued to plant sticky kisses on Bate.  He felt warm and relaxed as if he was lounging in a hot sauna.  Maybe too hot, he was sweating all over.

She shifted against him.  He heard more filthy splodgy sounds as the sticky blob girl sucked on him.  Whatever she'd enveloped his cock in kept it hard and then... ooh... his head fell back and a surprised grunt spilled from his lips as she squidged and squeezed him to another, even bigger, climax.

The blob girl tilted Bate back until he was sitting comfortably within her amorphous mass.  The extra two heads and torsos, no longer needed, were absorbed back into the main mass.  She lay on top of Bate and her body swelled as she engulfed him up to the neck.  Within her mass she secreted potent aphrodisiac juices and massaged them into Bate's flesh.  Softer squishy matter engulfed Bate's hard-on and flowed down the shaft to wrap around his balls.  She used her amorphous matter to gently fondle his testicles and squeeze his cock.  The wet suction started up again and Bate twitched helplessly as he emptied another ejaculation into her.

Sweat poured from Bate's brow.

"Too much.  Need to slow down... take a rest," he muttered absently.

The blob girl ignored him and splodged and squished him to another massive ejaculation.  It was the fourth and nowhere near the last.  His body saturated with her aphrodisiac enzymes, Bate's vital processes were hijacked into producing copious amounts of semen the blob girl drained from him with repeated orgasms.  Unlike the blob creatures of horror movies, she didn't dissolve him in digestive acids, although this was of little consolation to Bate.  By the time she'd finished emptying him, there was little left but dried skin and bone.



"Stewart, where did this happen...?"

H-space MGB Profile: Paffo-Paffo Succubus

Name:  Paffo-Paffo Succubus
Type:  Succubus
Habitat:  Encounters have mainly occurred in rocky, desolate regions, but there is no reason to assume they are restricted to these territories.

Description:
Another succubus and another resemblance to the devil girls of myth.  This one even has red skin!

The more I document the HSIOs of H-space, the more I wonder if these succubi don't just resemble the devil girls of myth, but are, in fact, the devil girls of myth.  This theory is understandably not popular amongst my colleagues, some of whom still possess religious sensibilities.

Original classifications of succubi proved to be too generic and not recognise the clear subtypes that exist.  Thanks to information provided by our new source we have been able to correct these earlier errors.

Paffo-paffo succubi are a specialised form of the "tail-suck" category of succubi, so named through their preference of draining their prey's energy through a special orifice near the end of the tail.  The paffo-paffo succubus's tail features an additional, long and extremely slender section that extends past the bulbous "tail-suck" organ and is jointed like a long bony finger.  They also possess an extremely large pair of breasts (even by succubus standards, which tend to have figures that correspond to exaggerated sexual fantasies of the human female form).

Attack Strategy:
Paffo-paffo succubi prefer to feed through their tail orifice.  They suck their victim's penis up into this sheath and stimulate them with muscular contractions.  The slender tail extension curls around and is used to enter the prey's anus in order to massage their prostate through the rectal wall.  Once the paffo-paffo succubus has her tail locked in place she will subject her prey to massive sexual over-stimulation until drained of all their energy.

Her tail is so custom-tailored to human anatomy I find it impossible to believe this is an accident.  Humans must have entered H-space at some point in the past.  Could some form of humanity still be present here?

In order to lock her complicated tail structure in place, the paffo-paffo succubus must first render her prey docile.  Unlike other succubi, paffo-paffo succubi tend to favour physical means over mesmerising their potential prey.  The common strategy is to surprise her target, knock them to the floor and then partially asphyxiate them with her bosom.  The deprivation of oxygen combined with aphrodisiac scent glands located within the inter-mammary cleft serves the dual role of both subduing and arousing her prey.

This attack strategy is very effective, and yet whenever I try to explain the dangers to our men they don't appear to take me seriously...

Countermeasures:
Succubi are not the super-strong demons or vampires of myth.  Most use hypnotic suggestion in combination with their sexual allure to weaken their opponents and take away their will to fight.  If this can be overcome, the succubi appear to have a similar physical prowess to an average human male in average condition.

Paffo-paffo succubi are slightly stronger, as they rely more on attacking through physical means.  On the other hand, they appear to lack the truly scary mind control abilities observed in more powerful succubi.  This should not mean they are taken lightly.  A single target knocked over and smothered beneath the succubus's breasts will be helpless and unable to prevent the succubus from draining them dry.

On a more positive note, this succubus's abilities are only effective against a single target.  If the target is not alone, they cannot smother and drain them as it would leave them wide open to any other combatants in the vicinity.  For this reason it's very important for squads to stay together in the regions these succubi operate and not fall for any tricks that might isolate and expose individuals.

As with other succubus-class HSIOs, they possess strong regenerative capabilities and are harder to kill than they appear.

Threat Level:
Moderate-to-high.

H-space MGB Story: Paffo-Paffo Succubus

The first indication PFC Stewart Peter Bate had that something was off was a strange sweet scent in the air.  The fragrance was too exotic to be natural fruits or flowers.  There was a tang to it reminiscent of perfumes blended to entice and arouse.  And not the nasty stuff cheap hookers used to cover up the odor of their last john either, this reminded Bate of the expensive stuff the fancy ladies wore at lavish ambassadorial receptions.

Those fancy ladies were off limits.  They had bigger fish in their sights than lowly grunts on guard duty.  Fortunately for the grunts, there were women who were far more amenable, namely the bored and rebellious teenage daughters of those big fish with fat wallets.

The game was always the same.  Those bored and rebellious teenage girls would pretend to be sophisticated temptresses and the young soldiers would pretend to be dedicated guardsman above all distraction.  Until their shifts ended, when the eager men would take the equally eager women off somewhere quiet and they'd fuck like bunnies until the morning.

Reminiscing on it triggered a throb of arousal in Bate's loins.  Those were good times.  Not like now, when he was bored out of his mind staring at the same featureless bits of dirt and rock day after day.  You'd think sentry duty on an alien world would be exciting, but no, it was lots of staring at empty rocks and dirt.

Until now.

Bate turned and saw the succubus perched on the guardrail.  Bate was on the top platform of a guard tower hastily erected to give a commanding view of the surrounding terrain.  Up here Bate had thought he was safe from ambush.  But that was old Earth thinking.  On Earth the enemy didn't have wings.

They were called succubi because they looked like the buxom temptresses of myth and videogames.  This one was certainly buxom.  Each of her boobs was easily as big as his head.  They seemed to ignore gravity as well.  Boobs like that were rare outside of mucky Japanese comics.  It was a shame the rest of her was all devil.  Red skin, check.  Black bat wings, check.  Tail, check.  At least her face wasn't gargoyle-ugly.  If you ignored the horns and jet-black eyes, she was drop-dead stunning.  Especially with those tits.  If Bate was in Vegas and saw a stripper with tits like those he'd pay her good money to let him bury his face between those big soft boobs and give her a good motorboating.

Now was not the time to be thinking about motorboating.  Bate realized this as he was a fraction of a second too late in raising his gun.  The succubus had already pounced and was on top of him.  Then Bate was falling backwards with the devil riding him to the ground.

It was not as if he hadn't been warned.  It was drummed into every soldier the moment they stepped into H-space:

"The HSIOs use unorthodox strategy.  They possess features that are regarded as extremely attractive by human standards.  They know this and use it to tempt and put men off guard.  Don't allow yourself to be distracted."

The men listened and nodded their heads at the right points, and then joked about it later.  They might be horny and stupid, but they weren't that horny and stupid.  They knew the difference between the bedroom and the battlefield.

Bate was on the floor with a weight on his chest pinning him down.  He couldn't see.  Two soft objects, like big warm pillows, were pressing down on his face.

Her tits.  She was lying on his chest with her tits shoved in his face.

He couldn't breathe either.  Her boobs were pressed up so tight against his face both his nose and mouth were blocked.

Fuck.  As ignoble ends went, they didn't get much more ignoble than being smothered to death between a slutty demon's monster boobs.  No fucking way was Bate checking out like that.  He squirmed and bucked beneath her and, when that wasn't enough, beat his fists against her sides.

The succubus laughed, slid her arms behind his head and pressed down harder.

Fuck.  This was happening, really happening.  He was suffocating here.  He felt a burning sensation in his lungs and his throat started hitching.

The succubus shifted position, or relented, and enough of a gap opened up for Bate to grab a quick breath of precious oxygen.

He needed it, as the succubus pressed down again and he was once again smothered beneath her big soft boobs.  His attempts to knock her off were weakening.  The first time he might have been able to kid himself it was his struggling that had enabled him to take a breath.  The second time he knew for sure it was the succubus.  She sat up enough for Bate to sneak a breath before flopping her smothering boobs back on him again.

Why?  Was this some sort of game to her?

She acted if it was.  After sitting up to allow Bate another breath, she playfully jiggled her heavy boobs in his face, boffing his head from side to side.  She let out a soft moan that sounded more like a noise found in a porno than in hand-to-hand combat.

She was fucking with him, Bate thought as he tried again to dislodge her from his chest.

Something stroked lightly against his crotch.

Bate hadn't been thinking fucking in that sense, but he still felt a strange throb of arousal.

It was the air.  Each quick, desperate breath Bate had taken was tainted with her scent.  It slithered up into his brain and whispered lewd thoughts.

The succubus stroked against him again and this time there could be no doubt over whether it was intentional.

"Mmm, a little asphyxiation works wonders for getting men's pricks to rise to attention," the succubus said.  Her voice was low, husky and dripping with sultry desire.

Less fucking with him and more actual fucking him, Bate thought.  With his nose currently buried in her monster tits, Bate realized he wouldn't mind fucking her either.  It wasn't the outcome he'd anticipated when she'd appeared next to him on the observation platform, but she was hot—both literally and figuratively—and a spot of surprise sex had a lot of appeal after days and days of staring at rocks and dirt.

The succubus sat up in order to reach behind her to Bate's crotch.  Her nails were sharp enough to slice through the fabric of his pants and underpants.  No longer restricted by his uniform, Bate's erection sprang free.

He was also able to gulp down breaths of air untainted by her scent.  The haze in his mind partially cleared.  He knew the jokes about the succubi.  He also remembered the official warnings and—more importantly—the firsthand accounts that backed them up.  Bad things happened to men that succumbed to temptation and fucked a succubus.

Just like the myths and horror films.

"Bradley!  Get up her now!  We're under attack!" Bate yelled.

He wasn't here alone.  Sentry duty at the guard tower was a two-man task.  Bradley should have been on the platform with him, but the stupid fucker had picked the worst fucking time to wander off to take a leak.  Bate needed the big dumb shit back here right now, before the succubus did...

...whatever she was going to do to him.

Bate only made it halfway through a second yell before the succubus choked him off with her tits.

"There's no point calling for your friend," the succubus said.  "Rhoxghar is dealing with him right now.  He's more used to taking his pleasures from women, but a man will suffice if no females are available."

Bate heard a strange high-pitched cry that sounded so wrong it made him relieved, despite his current predicament, he was the one up here and not down there.

"Now where were we," the succubus said.

She lifted her tits back up in order for Bate to snatch another precious breath.  The taint was stronger.  It smothered Bate's thoughts and sapped his will to resist.  At the same time it sent the blood flowing down to his groin until his erection was rock-hard and throbbing.  He felt so horny he would have thrust right up into her wet pussy, consequences be damned, if he could reach it.

Fortunately for him, the succubus's pussy was resting on top of his belly and would continue to remain there while she squashed her substantial boobs against his face.  She couldn't smother him and do whatever horrible things succubi did to men who were foolish enough to stick their dicks in devil pussy.

Bate's eyes widened in surprise as his cock was drawn up into a warm fleshy sheath.  What was that?  It sucked like a mouth, but the walls were packed in too tight around Bate's cock and he felt no teeth.  The mystery orifice swallowed up his whole length and pulsed around him.  Was there someone else up here with them?  Someone or something behind the succubus?

"My tail," the succubus said.  "It feels better than the human cunts you've been inside.  I know."

She gave the head of Bate's cock a squeeze to emphasize her point.

Bate squirmed, this time with pleasure.  It felt like he'd plunged his dick into a tight sex-toy sheath, only it was warm, living and capable of independent movement... capable of stimulating Bate regardless of whether he moved or not.

"This is not all my tail can do," the succubus said.

The tip of her tail carried on past the bulbous fleshpot Bate's cock was inside.  It was slender and resembled a long, many-jointed finger topped with a small bony sphere.  While the fleshpot part of her tail continued to pulse and suck on Bate's erection, the slender tip curled around his balls until the smooth ball at the tip was pressing up against Bate's anus.  It pushed inside and slid up Bate's rectal wall until it encountered his prostate.  Then it started to vibrate.

Bate squirmed and shivered in pleasure.  The succubus's fleshpot tail orifice squeezed him like a fleshy suction cup.  At the same time the vibrating tip of her tail sent trailers of pleasure worming deep inside him.

And he couldn't escape the sensations.  The succubus had locked the complex structure of her tail in place and now she was using it to open him up and mercilessly pluck on his strings as if he was a musical instrument to be mastered.  Bate was a toy to her and he couldn't withstand the onslaught of pure sensual stimulation.

Her tits covered his face and now he appreciated them for what they were—lovely big, soft boobs.  Even the lack of air didn't bother him too much.  The lightheadedness made what she was doing to his cock—doing inside him—feel even more wonderfully euphoric.

The succubus lifted her tits up and let Bate fill his lungs with air tainted by her exhilarating scent.

"This is your last breath," she said.  "Treasure it."

Then she pressed her big soft tits back down on Bate's face.  She held them there while her tail sucked on Bate's cock and the tip vibrated against Bate's prostate.  Held them there while the air grew stale in Bate's lungs.  Held them there while random bursts of color sparked in Bate's oxygen-deprived brain.

"Coming while suffocating is one of the greatest pleasures," the succubus said.  "Now, come and experience the ultimate climax."

Her tail squeezed, pulsed.  The bony tip bent inwards and pressed on Bate's prostate.

Bate felt like he was bursting.  The spent air in his lungs, he had to let it out.  The mounting pressure in his balls, he had to relieve it.

And so he burst.  Semen flooded from him in a great stream even as his oxygen-starved brain sparked out in a vivid kaleidoscope of bursting colors.

His spirit came loose as his body asphyxiated.  The succubus was there to suck it up.