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.
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Thursday, March 31, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Jelloid Squeezeball
"Anyone care to make fucking sense of this?" SGT O'Bannon asked.
He said anyone, but Embedded Biologist Stewart Peter Bate knew he was looking at him for answers and no, Embedded Biologist Stewart Peter Bate did not have the slightest clue what this fucking was.
The xplo party was underground, mapping the extensive cave system that had been discovered close to Camp Jacob. They'd heard it got weird once you got deep.
This was... weird.
Bate looked out over a vast underground cavern. They didn't need to use their torches. The floor, walls and ceiling were covered in a phosphorescent mucilaginous liquid that bathed everything in a soft blue glow. Strange objects—sculptures? eggs?—covered the cavern floor as far as the eye could see. Each was a translucent blue ball with a naked woman sculpted from the same material sitting on top. The sculptures were all posed as though they were asleep or quietly contemplating some mysterious conundrum.
Like what the hell this was, Bate thought. This was a conundrum and then some.
From here he couldn't work out what the strange objects were made of. The big blue balls looked soft and gelatinous, as though they were made out of translucent jelly. They reminded Bate of eggs. Then there were the women—or rather statues of women, as they didn't move at all—sitting on top of the spheres. They were also blue and translucent, and extraordinarily detailed, as though they'd been spun from blue glass by a master artisan. If they'd been on Earth Bate would have thought the whole tableaux was an elaborate modern art installation.
Bate doubted SGT O'Bannon, the commanding officer of their party, was interested in the artistic aesthetics of the cavern.
"Are they safe?" the veteran military officer asked.
And how the hell am I supposed to know that? Bate thought.
"Can't know for certain until I know what they are," Bate answered.
They descended down to the cavern floor and stepped amongst the strange objects. The blue spheres, which looked moist and gelatinous, were deformed where the nude women sat on them. At a closer distance Bate marveled at how lifelike the statues were. He examined one. The woman's head was angled downwards, as if she'd been checking her phone before this strange transformation had overtook her.
Transformation. That was an uncomfortable path for his thoughts to follow. The glass—or whatever other material they were composed of—statues were so extraordinarily detailed it was easy to imagine they might have been living breathing people at some point.
In the corner of his eye Bate noticed one of the squad soldiers reaching out to cop a feel of the exposed breasts of one of the sculptures.
"I wouldn't do that," Bate said.
The soldier drew his hand back in mortified embarrassment, and also childish displeasure, as if he'd been prevented from doing something he knew he shouldn't, but wanted to do anyway.
"Don't you want to touch to see what they feel like?" he asked.
"Sure, but I keep thinking about that scene in Prometheus," Bate said. "I don't want to be the idiot biologist that spends the whole movie jumping at shadows and then tries to pet the killer alien snake thing for no goddamn reason at all."
"That film sucked," the soldier said.
"Word," Bate agreed.
"What is your opinion, Dr. Hurt," O'Bannon asked Bate.
"Mark it down and come back with a full research team," Bate answered. "Professor Holm will definitely be interested in seeing this."
"Sir, I can see the opening to another tunnel system on the other side," one of the soldiers informed O'Bannon.
O'Bannon followed where the soldier was pointing and his jaw clenched while he ran calculations on the optimal route to take to reach it.
"The quickest route is right through the middle. Risk assessment, Dr. Hurt?"
"I can't say for certain," Bate answered. "They seem to be inanimate, but I'd recommend not touching them."
O'Bannon nodded and then addressed the rest of the squad. "Okay, we're heading for the exit tunnel on the other side. Do not touch anything."
Privately, Bate thought the philosophy behind the xplo teams was a little too fast and loose. He understood the desire to map out H-space as swiftly and as efficiently as possible, but there was fast and there was reckless, and this seemed reckless. They knew next to nothing about the dangers of this alien dimension. Why the rush?
The xplo team moved out into the cavern, picking their way carefully between the strange sculptures. The cavern was eerily quiet, like the main hall of a solemn cathedral. The only sounds were their boots splashing through puddles on the rock floor. They reached the center of the cavern with nothing untoward happening and the mood lightened amongst the men.
Lightened too far...
It was PFC Scotty Skerritt who doomed the party. After cracking a couple of ribald jokes about the appearance of the lifelike blue statues, he noticed one that reminded him of a particular large-breasted porn star he'd fantasized about.
"Will you look at that pair. I swear she looks just like Vikki Vulva. I gotta get me a feel of those puppies."
He reached over and gave them a good grope. That answered Bate's question as to whether the statues were sculpted from glass or some kind of softer, jellylike material. He saw the breasts deform under Skerritt's fingers, just like yielding flesh.
He also saw they weren't statues.
The subject of Skerritt's groping lifted her head, opened her eyes and let out a strange ululating cry. Within moments every jelly girl in the cavern was awake and adding their own voice to the cacophony.
The noise cut right through Bate's eardrums and shifted through frequencies Bate wasn't even aware the human ear could hear. It left him totally disorientated. His sense of direction, his sense of up and down, came flying apart. Totally off balance, he fell right into the lap of one of the jelly girls.
"Hi there." The girl smiled brightly at him.
In regard to shape, she had a perfectly normal, albeit attractive, human face. Except her head was blue and translucent enough for Bate to be able to see through it. If he'd seen it on a TV screen he would have thought it clever CGI. In the flesh... how was it even possible?
The girl took advantage of his confusion to wrap her arms and legs around him and draw them both into the transparent jelly ball she was sitting on. Before Bate could recover his senses he was enveloped up to his neck. It felt like jelly as well—warm, soft, jelly. Not that soft, though. Bate's attempts to struggle back out of the ball were repulsed with elastic firmness. The blue girl ignored his attempts to struggle free and snuggled up close to him. The tight confines of the elastic blue sphere pressed their bodies close together.
"Let's get rid of those clothes," she said. "They irritate me."
The jelly walls wrapped around Bate exuded corrosive fluids that only affected his clothes. His uniform fell away in a mass of disintegrating threads and was excreted out through the wall of the globe.
"Flesh to flesh feels so much nicer, don't you think," the blue girl said.
She pressed up close enough for him to feel the curves of her breasts against his chest. He felt the gentle pressure of the jelly on his back and all around his limbs.
"What are you?" Bate asked.
"You can think of me as a sort of sentient trap," the strange blue girl answered. "I draw hunks inside my body and squeeze out all their yummy goodness."
"Squeeze?"
Bate had been terrified she was going to secrete acids to do the same to him as she'd done to his uniform. Now she'd given him something new to fear.
He tried again to move his arms and legs. It was like trying to move through thick molasses. He was trapped within the transparent blue ball like an insect stuck in a blob of amber.
"Yes, squeeze you. Just like that."
She directed Bate's attentions to a neighboring ball of jelly. It had a naked soldier, Skerritt, trapped within it. Unlike Bate, Skerritt was making a much more concerted effort to break free.
No, he was seeing it wrong, Bate realized. The way the blue girl thrashed against Skerritt... the grunts Skerritt was making...
They were fucking... loudly and vigorously fucking. The ball pulsed and stretched with their movements. Bate couldn't tell if it was driving or being driven by the movements of their frenzied coupling. Skerritt let out a loud groan and his whole body stiffened like a trembling board. A creamy white splash of liquid ran down a transparent tube that seemed to emerge from between the blue girl's shapely buttocks.
Was that Skerritt's semen? It couldn't be; there was so much of it.
The violent pulsations of the blue ball continued unabated. Skerritt's eyes were closed and his body was tense and trembling, as if he'd been taken to the peak of climax and wasn't ever coming down. More white fluids ran down the internal pipe and collected in a large chamber at the base of the sphere.
No, that couldn't be his semen. No one, not even the most virile could produce that quantity.
"He won't last long at that rate," Bate's blue jelly girl said. "Oh well, some prefer it fast and hard."
The same gooey restrictions holding Bate in place didn't apply to her. She placed hands on the side of his face and turned it to face hers. Her full lips pouted seductively.
"Do you prefer it fast and hard," she asked.
Down at his crotch he felt something—a soft, toothless maw—suck at the tip of his penis.
"Slow!" he said in panicked haste. "Really slow."
"How romantic," the blue jelly girl said. She kissed him on the lips, leaving a pleasant, fruity aftertaste.
Bate's penis was drawn into a soft, stretchy tube with thick, padded walls. He really hoped that was her vagina.
"I'll make it so we last the longest," she said. "Long and slow."
The ball grew pleasantly warm around Bate. It throbbed with slow pulsations. Each pulse pressed the gelatinous walls tight up against Bate's flesh so that it felt like he was receiving a sensual massage all over. The blue jelly girl moved her body against Bate to the same rhythm. Bate's penis did not remain limp for long. The elastic tunnel with padded walls squeezed and tugged on him with the same gentle rhythm and his cock responded to the stimulation without bothering to wait for his brain's approval.
"Relax," the blue jelly girl said. "I'll make you feel nice."
Bate didn't want to feel nice. He wanted to break free of the sticky clutch of this ball of jelly. He wanted to...
Ooh.
The cushioned jelly walls of her vagina gently pulsed against his cock and Bate's thoughts became fragmented.
What did he want?
The blue jelly girl moved against him in a slow sensual wave. Her jelly pressed all around him in an intimate massage. His cock slid back and forth within a cuff of plump jelly.
Yes, he wanted more of this.
"When the pressure builds up too much, let it out inside me," the blue jelly girl whispered to him. "You'll feel so much better."
The ball squeezed and Bate felt the pressure all over his body, gentle now but steadily increasing with each squeeze, becoming insistent. The same pressure was rising in Bate as well. He felt it in his loins—and a growing need to relieve, to release.
Another squeeze and Bate's hips were drawn down. His erection was sucked deeper into a moist, tight cuff of plump jelly.
"Let it out," the blue jelly girl whispered. "Empty it into me."
The cuff squeezed.
Bate couldn't hold it back any more. He let out a groan and his body stiffened as a powerful orgasm ripped through him. His cock throbbed within the tight jelly sheath and spurted a thick stream of semen down a pulsating jelly tunnel.
The blue jelly girl murmured her pleasures and kissed Bate on the lips. Her vagina matched the throbbing pulsations of Bate's cock and the additional stimulation drew out Bate's ejaculation as she milked him.
Finally the flow receded. Bate floated within her gelatinous body in a state of post-orgasmic bliss.
It was only a temporary respite to let him recover. The ball squeezed again. Bate's still-hard cock was tugged down and back into that internal cuff with the cushioned walls.
"Give me more," the blue jelly girl whispered. Her soft lips brushed against Bate's face. "Fill me up."
She squeezed and Bate grunted in surprise as she took him straight to orgasm. His whole body jangled in pleasure as he emptied another massive load of cum into her.
So soon and so much?
His head rested on her shoulder as she lovingly caressed his back. Through her transparent body he saw his semen pour down a pipe and collect in a chamber at her base.
So much. Surely he couldn't have produced that much.
And then she was squeezing again and Bate shuddered to irresistible pleasures as he felt yet another mighty ejaculation well up from within. He watched it pour down into a steadily growing reservoir of white fluid.
She was milking him. His semen was pouring into her like milk.
But how? Where was it all c—
She squeezed again and Bate's conscious thoughts were smothered in an overwhelming feeling of bliss. It was like she'd wrapped his mind up in the same warm jelly. Another surge of white liquid poured down the internal pipe. Bate no longer cared where it was coming from. He cared only for her next squeeze and the resulting pop of euphoric release it gave him.
"That's it, empty it all out," the blue jelly girl murmured.
She kissed him on the top of his head and milked him with slow gentle squeezes.
She kept to her word. Bate was the last to be completely emptied.
He said anyone, but Embedded Biologist Stewart Peter Bate knew he was looking at him for answers and no, Embedded Biologist Stewart Peter Bate did not have the slightest clue what this fucking was.
The xplo party was underground, mapping the extensive cave system that had been discovered close to Camp Jacob. They'd heard it got weird once you got deep.
This was... weird.
Bate looked out over a vast underground cavern. They didn't need to use their torches. The floor, walls and ceiling were covered in a phosphorescent mucilaginous liquid that bathed everything in a soft blue glow. Strange objects—sculptures? eggs?—covered the cavern floor as far as the eye could see. Each was a translucent blue ball with a naked woman sculpted from the same material sitting on top. The sculptures were all posed as though they were asleep or quietly contemplating some mysterious conundrum.
Like what the hell this was, Bate thought. This was a conundrum and then some.
From here he couldn't work out what the strange objects were made of. The big blue balls looked soft and gelatinous, as though they were made out of translucent jelly. They reminded Bate of eggs. Then there were the women—or rather statues of women, as they didn't move at all—sitting on top of the spheres. They were also blue and translucent, and extraordinarily detailed, as though they'd been spun from blue glass by a master artisan. If they'd been on Earth Bate would have thought the whole tableaux was an elaborate modern art installation.
Bate doubted SGT O'Bannon, the commanding officer of their party, was interested in the artistic aesthetics of the cavern.
"Are they safe?" the veteran military officer asked.
And how the hell am I supposed to know that? Bate thought.
"Can't know for certain until I know what they are," Bate answered.
They descended down to the cavern floor and stepped amongst the strange objects. The blue spheres, which looked moist and gelatinous, were deformed where the nude women sat on them. At a closer distance Bate marveled at how lifelike the statues were. He examined one. The woman's head was angled downwards, as if she'd been checking her phone before this strange transformation had overtook her.
Transformation. That was an uncomfortable path for his thoughts to follow. The glass—or whatever other material they were composed of—statues were so extraordinarily detailed it was easy to imagine they might have been living breathing people at some point.
In the corner of his eye Bate noticed one of the squad soldiers reaching out to cop a feel of the exposed breasts of one of the sculptures.
"I wouldn't do that," Bate said.
The soldier drew his hand back in mortified embarrassment, and also childish displeasure, as if he'd been prevented from doing something he knew he shouldn't, but wanted to do anyway.
"Don't you want to touch to see what they feel like?" he asked.
"Sure, but I keep thinking about that scene in Prometheus," Bate said. "I don't want to be the idiot biologist that spends the whole movie jumping at shadows and then tries to pet the killer alien snake thing for no goddamn reason at all."
"That film sucked," the soldier said.
"Word," Bate agreed.
"What is your opinion, Dr. Hurt," O'Bannon asked Bate.
"Mark it down and come back with a full research team," Bate answered. "Professor Holm will definitely be interested in seeing this."
"Sir, I can see the opening to another tunnel system on the other side," one of the soldiers informed O'Bannon.
O'Bannon followed where the soldier was pointing and his jaw clenched while he ran calculations on the optimal route to take to reach it.
"The quickest route is right through the middle. Risk assessment, Dr. Hurt?"
"I can't say for certain," Bate answered. "They seem to be inanimate, but I'd recommend not touching them."
O'Bannon nodded and then addressed the rest of the squad. "Okay, we're heading for the exit tunnel on the other side. Do not touch anything."
Privately, Bate thought the philosophy behind the xplo teams was a little too fast and loose. He understood the desire to map out H-space as swiftly and as efficiently as possible, but there was fast and there was reckless, and this seemed reckless. They knew next to nothing about the dangers of this alien dimension. Why the rush?
The xplo team moved out into the cavern, picking their way carefully between the strange sculptures. The cavern was eerily quiet, like the main hall of a solemn cathedral. The only sounds were their boots splashing through puddles on the rock floor. They reached the center of the cavern with nothing untoward happening and the mood lightened amongst the men.
Lightened too far...
It was PFC Scotty Skerritt who doomed the party. After cracking a couple of ribald jokes about the appearance of the lifelike blue statues, he noticed one that reminded him of a particular large-breasted porn star he'd fantasized about.
"Will you look at that pair. I swear she looks just like Vikki Vulva. I gotta get me a feel of those puppies."
He reached over and gave them a good grope. That answered Bate's question as to whether the statues were sculpted from glass or some kind of softer, jellylike material. He saw the breasts deform under Skerritt's fingers, just like yielding flesh.
He also saw they weren't statues.
The subject of Skerritt's groping lifted her head, opened her eyes and let out a strange ululating cry. Within moments every jelly girl in the cavern was awake and adding their own voice to the cacophony.
The noise cut right through Bate's eardrums and shifted through frequencies Bate wasn't even aware the human ear could hear. It left him totally disorientated. His sense of direction, his sense of up and down, came flying apart. Totally off balance, he fell right into the lap of one of the jelly girls.
"Hi there." The girl smiled brightly at him.
In regard to shape, she had a perfectly normal, albeit attractive, human face. Except her head was blue and translucent enough for Bate to be able to see through it. If he'd seen it on a TV screen he would have thought it clever CGI. In the flesh... how was it even possible?
The girl took advantage of his confusion to wrap her arms and legs around him and draw them both into the transparent jelly ball she was sitting on. Before Bate could recover his senses he was enveloped up to his neck. It felt like jelly as well—warm, soft, jelly. Not that soft, though. Bate's attempts to struggle back out of the ball were repulsed with elastic firmness. The blue girl ignored his attempts to struggle free and snuggled up close to him. The tight confines of the elastic blue sphere pressed their bodies close together.
"Let's get rid of those clothes," she said. "They irritate me."
The jelly walls wrapped around Bate exuded corrosive fluids that only affected his clothes. His uniform fell away in a mass of disintegrating threads and was excreted out through the wall of the globe.
"Flesh to flesh feels so much nicer, don't you think," the blue girl said.
She pressed up close enough for him to feel the curves of her breasts against his chest. He felt the gentle pressure of the jelly on his back and all around his limbs.
"What are you?" Bate asked.
"You can think of me as a sort of sentient trap," the strange blue girl answered. "I draw hunks inside my body and squeeze out all their yummy goodness."
"Squeeze?"
Bate had been terrified she was going to secrete acids to do the same to him as she'd done to his uniform. Now she'd given him something new to fear.
He tried again to move his arms and legs. It was like trying to move through thick molasses. He was trapped within the transparent blue ball like an insect stuck in a blob of amber.
"Yes, squeeze you. Just like that."
She directed Bate's attentions to a neighboring ball of jelly. It had a naked soldier, Skerritt, trapped within it. Unlike Bate, Skerritt was making a much more concerted effort to break free.
No, he was seeing it wrong, Bate realized. The way the blue girl thrashed against Skerritt... the grunts Skerritt was making...
They were fucking... loudly and vigorously fucking. The ball pulsed and stretched with their movements. Bate couldn't tell if it was driving or being driven by the movements of their frenzied coupling. Skerritt let out a loud groan and his whole body stiffened like a trembling board. A creamy white splash of liquid ran down a transparent tube that seemed to emerge from between the blue girl's shapely buttocks.
Was that Skerritt's semen? It couldn't be; there was so much of it.
The violent pulsations of the blue ball continued unabated. Skerritt's eyes were closed and his body was tense and trembling, as if he'd been taken to the peak of climax and wasn't ever coming down. More white fluids ran down the internal pipe and collected in a large chamber at the base of the sphere.
No, that couldn't be his semen. No one, not even the most virile could produce that quantity.
"He won't last long at that rate," Bate's blue jelly girl said. "Oh well, some prefer it fast and hard."
The same gooey restrictions holding Bate in place didn't apply to her. She placed hands on the side of his face and turned it to face hers. Her full lips pouted seductively.
"Do you prefer it fast and hard," she asked.
Down at his crotch he felt something—a soft, toothless maw—suck at the tip of his penis.
"Slow!" he said in panicked haste. "Really slow."
"How romantic," the blue jelly girl said. She kissed him on the lips, leaving a pleasant, fruity aftertaste.
Bate's penis was drawn into a soft, stretchy tube with thick, padded walls. He really hoped that was her vagina.
"I'll make it so we last the longest," she said. "Long and slow."
The ball grew pleasantly warm around Bate. It throbbed with slow pulsations. Each pulse pressed the gelatinous walls tight up against Bate's flesh so that it felt like he was receiving a sensual massage all over. The blue jelly girl moved her body against Bate to the same rhythm. Bate's penis did not remain limp for long. The elastic tunnel with padded walls squeezed and tugged on him with the same gentle rhythm and his cock responded to the stimulation without bothering to wait for his brain's approval.
"Relax," the blue jelly girl said. "I'll make you feel nice."
Bate didn't want to feel nice. He wanted to break free of the sticky clutch of this ball of jelly. He wanted to...
Ooh.
The cushioned jelly walls of her vagina gently pulsed against his cock and Bate's thoughts became fragmented.
What did he want?
The blue jelly girl moved against him in a slow sensual wave. Her jelly pressed all around him in an intimate massage. His cock slid back and forth within a cuff of plump jelly.
Yes, he wanted more of this.
"When the pressure builds up too much, let it out inside me," the blue jelly girl whispered to him. "You'll feel so much better."
The ball squeezed and Bate felt the pressure all over his body, gentle now but steadily increasing with each squeeze, becoming insistent. The same pressure was rising in Bate as well. He felt it in his loins—and a growing need to relieve, to release.
Another squeeze and Bate's hips were drawn down. His erection was sucked deeper into a moist, tight cuff of plump jelly.
"Let it out," the blue jelly girl whispered. "Empty it into me."
The cuff squeezed.
Bate couldn't hold it back any more. He let out a groan and his body stiffened as a powerful orgasm ripped through him. His cock throbbed within the tight jelly sheath and spurted a thick stream of semen down a pulsating jelly tunnel.
The blue jelly girl murmured her pleasures and kissed Bate on the lips. Her vagina matched the throbbing pulsations of Bate's cock and the additional stimulation drew out Bate's ejaculation as she milked him.
Finally the flow receded. Bate floated within her gelatinous body in a state of post-orgasmic bliss.
It was only a temporary respite to let him recover. The ball squeezed again. Bate's still-hard cock was tugged down and back into that internal cuff with the cushioned walls.
"Give me more," the blue jelly girl whispered. Her soft lips brushed against Bate's face. "Fill me up."
She squeezed and Bate grunted in surprise as she took him straight to orgasm. His whole body jangled in pleasure as he emptied another massive load of cum into her.
So soon and so much?
His head rested on her shoulder as she lovingly caressed his back. Through her transparent body he saw his semen pour down a pipe and collect in a chamber at her base.
So much. Surely he couldn't have produced that much.
And then she was squeezing again and Bate shuddered to irresistible pleasures as he felt yet another mighty ejaculation well up from within. He watched it pour down into a steadily growing reservoir of white fluid.
She was milking him. His semen was pouring into her like milk.
But how? Where was it all c—
She squeezed again and Bate's conscious thoughts were smothered in an overwhelming feeling of bliss. It was like she'd wrapped his mind up in the same warm jelly. Another surge of white liquid poured down the internal pipe. Bate no longer cared where it was coming from. He cared only for her next squeeze and the resulting pop of euphoric release it gave him.
"That's it, empty it all out," the blue jelly girl murmured.
She kissed him on the top of his head and milked him with slow gentle squeezes.
She kept to her word. Bate was the last to be completely emptied.
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.
Thursday, January 28, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Pink Cushionblob
"You look tired and tense. Would you like a massage?" the pink girl on the pink bed asked.
Both the girl and bed were very pink. Not in the human-flesh-tone sense of pink, but the unnatural sort of artificial pink you'd expect to see on a manufactured item, like an inflatable or piece of plastic. Their surfaces even had a similar level of translucency to a balloon or see-through rubber inflatable.
PFC Stewart Peter Bate called it a bed, but it was really just a circular mattress plonked on the floor. It looked like a big rubber bladder filled with water, like one of those old sleazy waterbed mattresses without a frame. The pink girl was naked and lay on top of it. Her whole body—her skin, even—looked to be covered in the same translucent pink material that surrounded the mattress underneath her. While the rest of her was slender and sexily proportioned, her boobs looked as though they'd been attached to an air hose. Her tits were big and round and gave her the improbably proportioned figure of an anime pinup. She smiled at Bate and rubbed the surface of the mattress as if she wanted him to lie down with her.
Bate felt a twinge between his shoulder blades. It had been a long day. Yes, he would like a relaxing massage.
He slipped out of his clothes and climbed up on the bed.
Not only did it look like a waterbed, it swayed, rocked and sloshed like a waterbed. The surface looked like rubber, but it felt like warm, soft skin to touch. It also felt slightly moist and there was a strong odor of exotic perfume in the air—as if the whole bed had been soaked in scented oils.
Bate wondered if the girl with the bubblegum-pink skin felt the same, especially those juicy big tits. Smiling rakishly, Bate reached over to give them a good grope.
The girl smiled flirtatiously back at him, but batted his hands away before he could get a good feel.
"Later," she said. "Massage first."
Bate couldn't push the issue, despite his obvious physical superiority to the girl. The slippery and pitching surface of the bed made it too hard for Bate to both keep his balance and try and sneak his hands through the pink girl's defenses for a quick feel. Instead he did as the pink girl requested and lay down on his front with his arms outstretched and his legs slightly apart.
He wished he had a bed like this back at camp. It was so comfortable. He sank into the soft mattress and was gently rocked by the movement of the water within it.
He felt a weight settle on his buttocks and lower back as she sat astride him. Bate was already liking the direction this massage was taking.
"Can you do body-to-body?" he asked.
"If you like," she said.
"And can you use your tits?" he asked. "I'd love to feel those puppies rubbing up and down my back."
"It would be a pleasure," she said. "I'll cover you in my big soft boobs."
And pleasure it was. She started with her hands. First they slid over his back like the whisper of a lover's sigh. Then she started to apply more pressure—pushing down with her palms and smoothing out the muscles on either side of his spine. She needed no oil. Her hands exuded a natural lubricant of their own. She bent lower over him as her deft hands moved up to work on the taut muscles of his shoulders. They slithered higher to unknot the kinks in his neck.
Her technique was unusual. Where another masseuse might have kneaded the knots out with stiff fingers, her touch was light and gentle. All she had to do was lay her soft hands on his flesh and all the tension underneath simply melted away.
The first part of the massage was to relax him. The second was to inflame his arousal. For that she used her tits.
He felt them against his back. They were like two cushions filled with warm water that had little rubber nubs at their apex. She squashed her breasts against him as she lay down on top of him. Her soft boobs spread out across his back and he felt the warmth from them seep under his skin.
Like her hands, her breasts exuded a scented oil that acted as a lubricant. Cushioned by her considerable chest, the cushionblob slid over Bate. He felt her nipples trace lines up and down his back. He felt them draw spirals on his shoulder blades. He even felt her slide up high enough for him to feel the bulging pressure of her bust on either side of his head.
It was everything he wanted. Her body against his lit up pleasure receptors all over his skin.
"I can feel another kind of tension," she said. Her hand slithered between his thighs and fondled his nuts. "Would you like me to take care of this as well?"
"That would really really make my day," Bate said.
She got him to lift his hips. Not quite getting him to all fours, but high enough for her to get her skillful hands in underneath. With her lovely swollen boobs pressed against his back, she wrapped wet hands around Bate's penis and stroked up and down.
It didn't take her long to bring him to full erection and then she held his swollen manhood so it was pointing straight down. Using the full weight of her body, she pushed Bate's crotch back down onto the mattress. The head of his cock came up against the elastic surface, but rather than sliding along it, the mattress gave way and Bate's erection plunged through into not water but warm viscous jelly. The cushionblob was made of the same substance—she lay on top of Bate and her body softened until she covered the whole of him like a thick warm duvet... a stretchy rubber duvet that pinned Bate to the mattress and wouldn't let him pull free. Not that Bate wanted to pull free. He felt so comfortable and the rippling sensation of the jelly moving around his erection was like nothing he'd ever experienced.
The slime girl's core, a glob of darker and more viscous matter, rose up and pressed against Bate's erection. His swollen glans dimpled the core's surface and then the rest rolled smoothly up around his shaft until his whole cock was engulfed.
"Let me take all your cares away," she whispered in his ear.
The bed and the girl were one, some part of his mind not currently smothered in bliss realized. Or rather, she was an extension of the bed he was currently lying upon. Or should that be in? Her body had softened and melted around him until his head was the only part of him not currently buried beneath warm pink jelly.
Then the globular mass wrapped around his cock began to slowly pulsate in and out, and every last part of Bate's mind was lost to animal lusts. With each throb ripples tickled up his shaft like many dexterous fingers applying a tantric massage to his member. They squeezed, twisted and tugged until Bate could withstand it no more and he climaxed explosively.
The shuddering force of his ejaculation temporarily dislodged her core, but only for a moment before it returned—hungry—and engulfed him again. Bate's erection was stretched out within it and sensitive spots on his shaft and glans were located and stimulated. Bate shuddered as he came again. This time his erection remained enveloped—the ejaculation a controlled milking.
The cushionblob rippled all over his back, the motions a whisper of bliss.
"Let it all out," she said to him. "Release all that tension into me."
The mattress that was really part of her gelatinous body slowly throbbed as she squeezed out and absorbed his cum. Bate's issue puffed out within her semi-transparent body as milky-white clouds. Those clouds thickened as she drew more fluids out of Bate's body. She held him in a state of insensate sexual bliss as she emptied him. The last to be drawn out was his soul. It sparkled within her as a cloud of glittering motes before fading away as she digested and absorbed it.
They eat our souls...?
Both the girl and bed were very pink. Not in the human-flesh-tone sense of pink, but the unnatural sort of artificial pink you'd expect to see on a manufactured item, like an inflatable or piece of plastic. Their surfaces even had a similar level of translucency to a balloon or see-through rubber inflatable.
PFC Stewart Peter Bate called it a bed, but it was really just a circular mattress plonked on the floor. It looked like a big rubber bladder filled with water, like one of those old sleazy waterbed mattresses without a frame. The pink girl was naked and lay on top of it. Her whole body—her skin, even—looked to be covered in the same translucent pink material that surrounded the mattress underneath her. While the rest of her was slender and sexily proportioned, her boobs looked as though they'd been attached to an air hose. Her tits were big and round and gave her the improbably proportioned figure of an anime pinup. She smiled at Bate and rubbed the surface of the mattress as if she wanted him to lie down with her.
Bate felt a twinge between his shoulder blades. It had been a long day. Yes, he would like a relaxing massage.
He slipped out of his clothes and climbed up on the bed.
Not only did it look like a waterbed, it swayed, rocked and sloshed like a waterbed. The surface looked like rubber, but it felt like warm, soft skin to touch. It also felt slightly moist and there was a strong odor of exotic perfume in the air—as if the whole bed had been soaked in scented oils.
Bate wondered if the girl with the bubblegum-pink skin felt the same, especially those juicy big tits. Smiling rakishly, Bate reached over to give them a good grope.
The girl smiled flirtatiously back at him, but batted his hands away before he could get a good feel.
"Later," she said. "Massage first."
Bate couldn't push the issue, despite his obvious physical superiority to the girl. The slippery and pitching surface of the bed made it too hard for Bate to both keep his balance and try and sneak his hands through the pink girl's defenses for a quick feel. Instead he did as the pink girl requested and lay down on his front with his arms outstretched and his legs slightly apart.
He wished he had a bed like this back at camp. It was so comfortable. He sank into the soft mattress and was gently rocked by the movement of the water within it.
He felt a weight settle on his buttocks and lower back as she sat astride him. Bate was already liking the direction this massage was taking.
"Can you do body-to-body?" he asked.
"If you like," she said.
"And can you use your tits?" he asked. "I'd love to feel those puppies rubbing up and down my back."
"It would be a pleasure," she said. "I'll cover you in my big soft boobs."
And pleasure it was. She started with her hands. First they slid over his back like the whisper of a lover's sigh. Then she started to apply more pressure—pushing down with her palms and smoothing out the muscles on either side of his spine. She needed no oil. Her hands exuded a natural lubricant of their own. She bent lower over him as her deft hands moved up to work on the taut muscles of his shoulders. They slithered higher to unknot the kinks in his neck.
Her technique was unusual. Where another masseuse might have kneaded the knots out with stiff fingers, her touch was light and gentle. All she had to do was lay her soft hands on his flesh and all the tension underneath simply melted away.
The first part of the massage was to relax him. The second was to inflame his arousal. For that she used her tits.
He felt them against his back. They were like two cushions filled with warm water that had little rubber nubs at their apex. She squashed her breasts against him as she lay down on top of him. Her soft boobs spread out across his back and he felt the warmth from them seep under his skin.
Like her hands, her breasts exuded a scented oil that acted as a lubricant. Cushioned by her considerable chest, the cushionblob slid over Bate. He felt her nipples trace lines up and down his back. He felt them draw spirals on his shoulder blades. He even felt her slide up high enough for him to feel the bulging pressure of her bust on either side of his head.
It was everything he wanted. Her body against his lit up pleasure receptors all over his skin.
"I can feel another kind of tension," she said. Her hand slithered between his thighs and fondled his nuts. "Would you like me to take care of this as well?"
"That would really really make my day," Bate said.
She got him to lift his hips. Not quite getting him to all fours, but high enough for her to get her skillful hands in underneath. With her lovely swollen boobs pressed against his back, she wrapped wet hands around Bate's penis and stroked up and down.
It didn't take her long to bring him to full erection and then she held his swollen manhood so it was pointing straight down. Using the full weight of her body, she pushed Bate's crotch back down onto the mattress. The head of his cock came up against the elastic surface, but rather than sliding along it, the mattress gave way and Bate's erection plunged through into not water but warm viscous jelly. The cushionblob was made of the same substance—she lay on top of Bate and her body softened until she covered the whole of him like a thick warm duvet... a stretchy rubber duvet that pinned Bate to the mattress and wouldn't let him pull free. Not that Bate wanted to pull free. He felt so comfortable and the rippling sensation of the jelly moving around his erection was like nothing he'd ever experienced.
The slime girl's core, a glob of darker and more viscous matter, rose up and pressed against Bate's erection. His swollen glans dimpled the core's surface and then the rest rolled smoothly up around his shaft until his whole cock was engulfed.
"Let me take all your cares away," she whispered in his ear.
The bed and the girl were one, some part of his mind not currently smothered in bliss realized. Or rather, she was an extension of the bed he was currently lying upon. Or should that be in? Her body had softened and melted around him until his head was the only part of him not currently buried beneath warm pink jelly.
Then the globular mass wrapped around his cock began to slowly pulsate in and out, and every last part of Bate's mind was lost to animal lusts. With each throb ripples tickled up his shaft like many dexterous fingers applying a tantric massage to his member. They squeezed, twisted and tugged until Bate could withstand it no more and he climaxed explosively.
The shuddering force of his ejaculation temporarily dislodged her core, but only for a moment before it returned—hungry—and engulfed him again. Bate's erection was stretched out within it and sensitive spots on his shaft and glans were located and stimulated. Bate shuddered as he came again. This time his erection remained enveloped—the ejaculation a controlled milking.
The cushionblob rippled all over his back, the motions a whisper of bliss.
"Let it all out," she said to him. "Release all that tension into me."
The mattress that was really part of her gelatinous body slowly throbbed as she squeezed out and absorbed his cum. Bate's issue puffed out within her semi-transparent body as milky-white clouds. Those clouds thickened as she drew more fluids out of Bate's body. She held him in a state of insensate sexual bliss as she emptied him. The last to be drawn out was his soul. It sparkled within her as a cloud of glittering motes before fading away as she digested and absorbed it.
They eat our souls...?
Thursday, December 24, 2015
New Monster Girl Thingy Demo from Toro Toro Resistance
Toro Toro Resistance (とろとろレジスタンス) is the person(s?) responsible for the excellent Monster Girl Quest series of games. You might remember them - I spent a couple of months earlier this year blogging a full playthrough of the most recent, Monster Girl Quest: Paradox! For the last couple of months on their blog they've been posting screenshots and tidbits from another project. Today more info went up on their website, including a link to a trial version.
As for what this is, I don't think it's a game with the same complexity as MGQ:P. From a brief look at the demo it appears to be a series of scenarios organised using the same encyclopaedia UI and engine from the original Monster Girl Quest.
There are two monster girls with brand new artwork - a Sea Anemone Girl and a Blue Slime Girl. Both are straight Bad End scenes with various H-artwork. The only player interaction is a "Choose You Own Bad End" option from the Sea Anemone Girl. From the website it sounds like the finished product will have 33 different encounters. I look forward to seeing what warped sexiness Toro Toro Resistance throws at us next.
New here? Like what you saw in Toro Toro Resistance's demo? Maybe I can interest you in an English language short story take on a Sea Anemone Girl and a Slime Girl.
(this might be the only time I get to match and possibly outsquick something put out by Toro Toro Resistance :) )
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| No idea what the exact title of this is. |
As for what this is, I don't think it's a game with the same complexity as MGQ:P. From a brief look at the demo it appears to be a series of scenarios organised using the same encyclopaedia UI and engine from the original Monster Girl Quest.
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| She's probably going to eat us... |
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| Blue slime girls are a little friendlier... sometimes... |
New here? Like what you saw in Toro Toro Resistance's demo? Maybe I can interest you in an English language short story take on a Sea Anemone Girl and a Slime Girl.
(this might be the only time I get to match and possibly outsquick something put out by Toro Toro Resistance :) )
Wednesday, March 04, 2015
New Erotic Short - Sandwiched by Slimes
Finally (it's only a couple of weeks late) the second short in the Sandwiched by series is up. It's not exactly short either. I got a little carried away and there's over 10K words of slimy fun (for the slime girls, not necessarily their prey ;) ) in this one.
It's available for the cheap price of $0.99 from:
Amazon
Smashwords (which will distribute it to other sites)
Kobo
Here's the blurb:
Sandwiched by is a new sexy series of monster girl erotic horror shorts from the master of dark erotica, M.E. Hydra. This, the second story, “Sandwiched by Slimes”, sees a man engulfed in ecstasy by two sexy slime girls.
Freddy Lamb used to be a normal engineering student like any other. Now he’s Sir Fredrick of Lamb, a brave adventurer tasked with deposing the villainous sorcerer king of a strange world that resembles a computer role-playing game. In reality he’d rather escape this crazy computer game world and find a way back home to Earth. He thinks the exit may lie in an unusual bonus dungeon, but blocking his path are two sexy slime girls, Corybosom and Rubisia. They intend to envelop him in their gelatinous bodies and melt all his resistance away with pleasure. They also don’t intend playing by the rules . . .
Sandwiched by. One dude, two sexy babes. A perfect fantasy . . . or maybe not . . .
And of course I couldn't leave it there without providing a little snippet to get the blood going:
“Is this a hentai dungeon?” he asked the two slime girls.
They looked as though they didn’t understand his question. Freddy thought they were pretending.
“I mean, is this a sex dungeon?” he elaborated.
The slime girls’ eyes lit up at the mention of sex.
“We do like sex,” Corybosom said.
“We’re succubus slimes,” Rubisia said. “It’s what we feed on.”
“Mmm yes. We like nothing better than slurping all the cum out of a virile man’s body,” Corybosom said.
Freddy blushed. That confirmed his suspicions at least. Normal RPGs didn’t go near sex apart from the mildest of innuendo. But there was a type—a more specialized niche—of RPGs where sex was integral to both the art and gameplay. Those games were made only in Japan as far as he knew and were most definitely for adults only.
“I know what this is,” he said. “It’s battlefuck rules.”
The two slime girls pretended not to understand.
“We don’t fight with weapons in here,” Freddy said. “We fight with sex.”
“This is a sex-themed dungeon,” Rubisia said.
Freddy smiled. He’d figured it out. Battlefuck rules. He didn’t know those games very well, but he’d heard of them. He thought back to the shop owner who’d sold him the map. He’d thought the queer leer on the other man’s face was a little odd at the time. Pervy fucker. He knew exactly what this dungeon was about.
“So how does this work? The victor is the one that makes the other come first?” he asked.
“Something like that,” Corybosom said.
She gathered the gelatinous substance of her body together into a big round cushion. She sat back on it and opened her legs. Staring directly at Freddy, she reached down between her legs and parted her labia with her fingers.
Freddy took off the armour protecting his legs and removed his undergarments. His erection popped up and stood out from his crotch. That’s what no sex at all since arriving on this freaky world did to you, he thought. Even sentient giant gelatinous blobs started to look sexy after that long.
Corybosom beckoned him on with a finger. She pouted plump, kissable lips.
Time to see if his theory was correct then, Freddy thought. He stepped up between her legs. He put his hands on her hips. They felt moist and elastic like jelly. He aimed his cock in the direction of her gaping sex and pushed forwards with his hips. Corybosom’s head went back and she gave a little “ooh” of pleasure as he entered her.
don’t melt my dick off. don’t melt my dick off.
She didn’t melt his dick off. He didn’t feel any acidy burning sensation. She wasn’t cold and snot-like either. Instead she felt warm inside and the jellylike substance of her body pressed pleasantly against his erection. A muscular swell of thicker jelly rolled down his shaft and sucked him deeper into her.
“Mmm, I love the feel of a big hard cock inside me,” Corybosom said.
She crossed her legs behind him. The rest of her amorphous mass rolled forwards and partially engulfed his legs. That felt pleasant as well, like dipping his legs in a warm mud bath. Looking down it was weird to see his cock through her transparent skin. He could see his foreskin move back and forth as her semi-liquid insides rippled up and down his shaft in gentle tugs.
He lost two health points.
It was another quirk of this strange game world. In the back of his mind he could see a full status screen representing him, complete with stats and current level. It had appeared the moment he’d woken up in this universe.
The damage was okay. Battlefuck rules were the same as normal RPG combat, but with all the normal attacks replaced with sex acts. Losing two HP was nothing. He had plenty left.
Now it was time for his ‘attack’.
He powered his hips forwards with his buttocks. Corybosom sighed in pleasure as his cock sank deeper into her gelatinous form.
He lost two HP.
Huh, wait. That couldn’t be right.
“How come I took damage?” he said. “I thought this was a sex battle. You know, both of us taking it in turns to make a sex attack.”
Corybosom looked up at him and smiled. Mischief glimmered in her eyes.
“Oh yes, about that . . .”
The malleable jelly of her body rippled up his cock in a teasing suck that left his knees feeling like they’d been replaced by overcooked spaghetti.
“. . . we may have been a teensy bit remiss in not correcting a tiny little misunderstanding.”
“This isn’t a battlefuck dungeon?”
Freddy had that just-fallen-into-a-yawning-pit sensation he’d just made a massive booboo.
If the scenario sounds familiar, yes, this is the same universe as Jackson in HRPG-World. This one's a little lighter and more fun than my usual stories. If you like the dark stuff, don't worry, there are plenty of darker tales on the way in the next collection coming out in a couple of weeks. (oh, so much darkness . . .)
I hope you all find "Sandwiched by Slimes" to be worth a dollar of your hard-earned money. Please tell me what you think in the comments below. Do you like Corybosom and Rubisia and would you like to see more of them?
Next up it's tentacle time as a lucky someone gets "Sandwiched by Scyllas". I'll try to get it out before the end of the month this time!
It's available for the cheap price of $0.99 from:
Amazon
Smashwords (which will distribute it to other sites)
Kobo
Here's the blurb:
Sandwiched by is a new sexy series of monster girl erotic horror shorts from the master of dark erotica, M.E. Hydra. This, the second story, “Sandwiched by Slimes”, sees a man engulfed in ecstasy by two sexy slime girls.
Freddy Lamb used to be a normal engineering student like any other. Now he’s Sir Fredrick of Lamb, a brave adventurer tasked with deposing the villainous sorcerer king of a strange world that resembles a computer role-playing game. In reality he’d rather escape this crazy computer game world and find a way back home to Earth. He thinks the exit may lie in an unusual bonus dungeon, but blocking his path are two sexy slime girls, Corybosom and Rubisia. They intend to envelop him in their gelatinous bodies and melt all his resistance away with pleasure. They also don’t intend playing by the rules . . .
Sandwiched by. One dude, two sexy babes. A perfect fantasy . . . or maybe not . . .
And of course I couldn't leave it there without providing a little snippet to get the blood going:
“Is this a hentai dungeon?” he asked the two slime girls.
They looked as though they didn’t understand his question. Freddy thought they were pretending.
“I mean, is this a sex dungeon?” he elaborated.
The slime girls’ eyes lit up at the mention of sex.
“We do like sex,” Corybosom said.
“We’re succubus slimes,” Rubisia said. “It’s what we feed on.”
“Mmm yes. We like nothing better than slurping all the cum out of a virile man’s body,” Corybosom said.
Freddy blushed. That confirmed his suspicions at least. Normal RPGs didn’t go near sex apart from the mildest of innuendo. But there was a type—a more specialized niche—of RPGs where sex was integral to both the art and gameplay. Those games were made only in Japan as far as he knew and were most definitely for adults only.
“I know what this is,” he said. “It’s battlefuck rules.”
The two slime girls pretended not to understand.
“We don’t fight with weapons in here,” Freddy said. “We fight with sex.”
“This is a sex-themed dungeon,” Rubisia said.
Freddy smiled. He’d figured it out. Battlefuck rules. He didn’t know those games very well, but he’d heard of them. He thought back to the shop owner who’d sold him the map. He’d thought the queer leer on the other man’s face was a little odd at the time. Pervy fucker. He knew exactly what this dungeon was about.
“So how does this work? The victor is the one that makes the other come first?” he asked.
“Something like that,” Corybosom said.
She gathered the gelatinous substance of her body together into a big round cushion. She sat back on it and opened her legs. Staring directly at Freddy, she reached down between her legs and parted her labia with her fingers.
Freddy took off the armour protecting his legs and removed his undergarments. His erection popped up and stood out from his crotch. That’s what no sex at all since arriving on this freaky world did to you, he thought. Even sentient giant gelatinous blobs started to look sexy after that long.
Corybosom beckoned him on with a finger. She pouted plump, kissable lips.
Time to see if his theory was correct then, Freddy thought. He stepped up between her legs. He put his hands on her hips. They felt moist and elastic like jelly. He aimed his cock in the direction of her gaping sex and pushed forwards with his hips. Corybosom’s head went back and she gave a little “ooh” of pleasure as he entered her.
don’t melt my dick off. don’t melt my dick off.
She didn’t melt his dick off. He didn’t feel any acidy burning sensation. She wasn’t cold and snot-like either. Instead she felt warm inside and the jellylike substance of her body pressed pleasantly against his erection. A muscular swell of thicker jelly rolled down his shaft and sucked him deeper into her.
“Mmm, I love the feel of a big hard cock inside me,” Corybosom said.
She crossed her legs behind him. The rest of her amorphous mass rolled forwards and partially engulfed his legs. That felt pleasant as well, like dipping his legs in a warm mud bath. Looking down it was weird to see his cock through her transparent skin. He could see his foreskin move back and forth as her semi-liquid insides rippled up and down his shaft in gentle tugs.
He lost two health points.
It was another quirk of this strange game world. In the back of his mind he could see a full status screen representing him, complete with stats and current level. It had appeared the moment he’d woken up in this universe.
The damage was okay. Battlefuck rules were the same as normal RPG combat, but with all the normal attacks replaced with sex acts. Losing two HP was nothing. He had plenty left.
Now it was time for his ‘attack’.
He powered his hips forwards with his buttocks. Corybosom sighed in pleasure as his cock sank deeper into her gelatinous form.
He lost two HP.
Huh, wait. That couldn’t be right.
“How come I took damage?” he said. “I thought this was a sex battle. You know, both of us taking it in turns to make a sex attack.”
Corybosom looked up at him and smiled. Mischief glimmered in her eyes.
“Oh yes, about that . . .”
The malleable jelly of her body rippled up his cock in a teasing suck that left his knees feeling like they’d been replaced by overcooked spaghetti.
“. . . we may have been a teensy bit remiss in not correcting a tiny little misunderstanding.”
“This isn’t a battlefuck dungeon?”
Freddy had that just-fallen-into-a-yawning-pit sensation he’d just made a massive booboo.
If the scenario sounds familiar, yes, this is the same universe as Jackson in HRPG-World. This one's a little lighter and more fun than my usual stories. If you like the dark stuff, don't worry, there are plenty of darker tales on the way in the next collection coming out in a couple of weeks. (oh, so much darkness . . .)
I hope you all find "Sandwiched by Slimes" to be worth a dollar of your hard-earned money. Please tell me what you think in the comments below. Do you like Corybosom and Rubisia and would you like to see more of them?
Next up it's tentacle time as a lucky someone gets "Sandwiched by Scyllas". I'll try to get it out before the end of the month this time!
Tuesday, March 03, 2015
Cover for "Sandwiched by Slimes"
You know that "Sandwiched by Slimes" short story . . .
It is on the way, honest.
The last week has been crazy hectic with sorting things out for the move as well as trying to make sure the next collection, A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day, is ready for . . . well . . . Saint Patrick's Day. The hold up for "Sandwiched by Slimes" was trying to get a cover done. I finally had a quiet moment today and:
Originally I wanted to vary the designs and have the "Slimes" and slime girls done in the traditional translucent blue. Unfortunately my art skills are fairly mediocre and as it's already three weeks late, I went with the silhouettes instead.
I'm just on the final formatting and then the book will be uploaded to Amazon and other ebook retailers. Check back here in a day or so and I'll have the full details.
It is on the way, honest.
The last week has been crazy hectic with sorting things out for the move as well as trying to make sure the next collection, A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day, is ready for . . . well . . . Saint Patrick's Day. The hold up for "Sandwiched by Slimes" was trying to get a cover done. I finally had a quiet moment today and:
Originally I wanted to vary the designs and have the "Slimes" and slime girls done in the traditional translucent blue. Unfortunately my art skills are fairly mediocre and as it's already three weeks late, I went with the silhouettes instead.
I'm just on the final formatting and then the book will be uploaded to Amazon and other ebook retailers. Check back here in a day or so and I'll have the full details.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Sandwiched by Slimes: You Choose the Ending
Yep, I totally got carried away on this one. I blame it on the two slime girls having far too much fun playing with their food. I'm currently over 8K words with possibly another 1-2K to go. Other than the story being later than planned I'm happy with it going long rather than short. You, the reader, will definitely get your 99c worth from this one (more so if you like slime girls and enjoyed stories like "Jackson in HRPG-World 3" and "A Real-Life Goo Girl").
Anyway, I'm coming up to the end and interestingly there are two paths I can take. I could follow the route of a happy ending where the protagonist escapes or is let go from their sticky clutches (after being given many happy endings of the other kind). Or I could take the other path to a sexy-but-terminal Bad End where the protagonist has their life and soul slurped out. Oddly, I have no real preference. When I first came up with the idea I leaned one way, but as I was writing the story I thought the other option might also work.
Then I had a mischievous idea. Why not open it up to a little bit of audience participation? So let's have some fun. Let me know in the comments below if you'd rather this story had a Happy Ending or a Bad End.
Interestingly, this decision will likely have further ramifications. I'm very flexible when it comes to planning my longer story arcs. I think of characters as game pieces placed on a board. I remember the status and position of the pieces at the end of each story and that often acts as inspiration for future stories. "Sandwiched by Slimes" is set in one of my existing universes. The characters from here will likely pop up again, but I haven't yet locked in their roles. They could be antagonists or allies. The path taken here will likely have a say in determining how I use them in the future.
Maybe.
Sometimes it's the metaphorical act of tossing a coin that determines the decision rather than the outcome of that coin toss. If the coin comes up tails and you wished it had come up heads then you know the heads decision was the one you wanted to take all along. For this reason I reserve the right to completely ignore all results and go with the path I think is right.
This also has the happy side effect of avoiding any spoilers. Sure, the vote might go for Happy Ending, but you won't know for sure I acted on it until you read the story.
As it is kind of dickish to give readers a choice and then completely ignore it, I will penalize myself if I take this option. I'll make one of the stories in my current stockpile available to read for free on Literotica. (This will also have the happy side effect of forcing me to write more new stories to ensure my collections have the requisite mix of exclusive material).
So let's embrace some true #ChaosWriting. Thumbs up or thumbs down. Happy Ending or Bad End. Let me know in the comments below.
UPDATE
After 24 hours we have:
Happy Ending - 9
Bad End - 4
(and a few I wasn't sure on, but was going to use as a tiebreaker in favour of happy in the event of a tie.)
The public have spoken and it's a thumbs up. However, Caesar is capricious and cruel and may not necessarily follow the will of the people.
I'll see if I can get the completed story out next week.
Anyway, I'm coming up to the end and interestingly there are two paths I can take. I could follow the route of a happy ending where the protagonist escapes or is let go from their sticky clutches (after being given many happy endings of the other kind). Or I could take the other path to a sexy-but-terminal Bad End where the protagonist has their life and soul slurped out. Oddly, I have no real preference. When I first came up with the idea I leaned one way, but as I was writing the story I thought the other option might also work.
Then I had a mischievous idea. Why not open it up to a little bit of audience participation? So let's have some fun. Let me know in the comments below if you'd rather this story had a Happy Ending or a Bad End.
Interestingly, this decision will likely have further ramifications. I'm very flexible when it comes to planning my longer story arcs. I think of characters as game pieces placed on a board. I remember the status and position of the pieces at the end of each story and that often acts as inspiration for future stories. "Sandwiched by Slimes" is set in one of my existing universes. The characters from here will likely pop up again, but I haven't yet locked in their roles. They could be antagonists or allies. The path taken here will likely have a say in determining how I use them in the future.
Maybe.
Sometimes it's the metaphorical act of tossing a coin that determines the decision rather than the outcome of that coin toss. If the coin comes up tails and you wished it had come up heads then you know the heads decision was the one you wanted to take all along. For this reason I reserve the right to completely ignore all results and go with the path I think is right.
This also has the happy side effect of avoiding any spoilers. Sure, the vote might go for Happy Ending, but you won't know for sure I acted on it until you read the story.
As it is kind of dickish to give readers a choice and then completely ignore it, I will penalize myself if I take this option. I'll make one of the stories in my current stockpile available to read for free on Literotica. (This will also have the happy side effect of forcing me to write more new stories to ensure my collections have the requisite mix of exclusive material).
So let's embrace some true #ChaosWriting. Thumbs up or thumbs down. Happy Ending or Bad End. Let me know in the comments below.
UPDATE
After 24 hours we have:
Happy Ending - 9
Bad End - 4
(and a few I wasn't sure on, but was going to use as a tiebreaker in favour of happy in the event of a tie.)
The public have spoken and it's a thumbs up. However, Caesar is capricious and cruel and may not necessarily follow the will of the people.
I'll see if I can get the completed story out next week.
Monday, November 03, 2014
Let's Play DramaraQuest V! part 1
Okay-dokey. Time to check out the new DramaraQuest.
Rather confusingly, it seems to be called DramaraQuest 5 despite being the second instalment in the DramaraQuest series. DramaraQuest is a porn parody of the DragonQuest series of JRPGs, so I’m guessing the reason for the odd numbering is because this is a porn parody of the 5th game in that series. I know of the original series, but have only played DragonQuest IX on a DS emulator (and was impressed with the storytelling). DragonQuest has the legendarily innuendo-tastic puff-puff attack – something I’ve previously exploited/corrupted in one of my own erotica stories.
As always, the first issue is setting AGTH up to be able to hook the text correctly so it can be passed to a machine translator. Checking the ulmf forums suggests this hook code:
/c1250 /X3 /W1 /kf64:16 /ks1
This gives a ton of options in the AGTH dropdown box. One of them looks similar to the text on screen. Not that machine translation actually helps that much with the three options I’m presented. The 1st seems to start the game.
Then there’s more fiddling around to find a configuration that finds the right text and doesn’t duplicate or lose any of the characters (even after all this fiddling about we still get such machine-translation delights as “Japanese spaniel refuse” – and to think Elon Musk was warning us all about the dangers of AI a week or so ago. I think the sun blowing up might get us before the machines do, Elon).
First option is to pick a name, and we can type this one in. What to name? What to name . . .
Yeah, there was only ever one choice.
The game starts with a needless little scene about the hero being born. I’m assuming it’s only here to mirror the events of the original DragonQuest 5.
Then the game begins proper with us running around a ship in an attempt to find the one person that will trigger the next event.
Okay, let’s check out the menu options.
The 1st one sounds suspiciously like the protagonist is taking a wank.
The 2nd one looks like a monsterpedia.
The 3rd one carts us off to an underground cavern.
Ah, I remember this from the first DramaraQuest. This is the room where you replay monster girl battles and Bad Ends. So, monsterpedia: 3D version with extra smut-o-vision.
The 4th brings up a list with one item at the top – “Let’s translate this.” Nope, no clue.
The 5th appears to be the Save option.
Okay, let’s get horny Luka-clone off this boat and laid.
It’s the usual for JRPGs – run around and find the right person to talk to. The ship docks and then a girl with blue hair and a pink bow appear. Flora – love interest?
Or rather bonk interest. Lusty Luka-clone doesn’t waste much time in giving her a good bonking in her room. That appears to be the event that unlocks the next area as the ship goes away and leaves us behind in a hut by the sea.
Then it’s off to the world map. The way north is blocked by a slime girl. Have ‘at ‘er, Luka-clone.
Let’s take a look at the combat options.
1. Attack. Or rather, Insert Cock as this is a battle-fuck game.
2. Magic. There is an option that does nothing when selected. I think this removed clothes in the previous game. Not much use against blue slime here as she’s already in her birthday suit.
3. Defend. Or rather, Do Nothing and see what naughty-sexy attacks the monster girl has.
4. The ever-popular Surrender and let her bonk your brains out option.
5. The ubiquitous and dull Run Away option.
There is a bit of pseudo-animation. As with the previous game it’s simple movements and distortions of the base sprite. It’s still quite effective, although not as good as the animations of games like ROBF or Erotical Nights.
I force Luka-clone to sit still and let the slime girl have her way with him. The Bad End is more jiggling of her sprite and textual taunting as she gets our willy in her pussy and milks us until her belly goes white.
That’ll do for part one. I’ll carry on from where I left off tomorrow (or maybe the day after)
Rather confusingly, it seems to be called DramaraQuest 5 despite being the second instalment in the DramaraQuest series. DramaraQuest is a porn parody of the DragonQuest series of JRPGs, so I’m guessing the reason for the odd numbering is because this is a porn parody of the 5th game in that series. I know of the original series, but have only played DragonQuest IX on a DS emulator (and was impressed with the storytelling). DragonQuest has the legendarily innuendo-tastic puff-puff attack – something I’ve previously exploited/corrupted in one of my own erotica stories.
As always, the first issue is setting AGTH up to be able to hook the text correctly so it can be passed to a machine translator. Checking the ulmf forums suggests this hook code:
/c1250 /X3 /W1 /kf64:16 /ks1
This gives a ton of options in the AGTH dropdown box. One of them looks similar to the text on screen. Not that machine translation actually helps that much with the three options I’m presented. The 1st seems to start the game.
Then there’s more fiddling around to find a configuration that finds the right text and doesn’t duplicate or lose any of the characters (even after all this fiddling about we still get such machine-translation delights as “Japanese spaniel refuse” – and to think Elon Musk was warning us all about the dangers of AI a week or so ago. I think the sun blowing up might get us before the machines do, Elon).
First option is to pick a name, and we can type this one in. What to name? What to name . . .
Yeah, there was only ever one choice.
The game starts with a needless little scene about the hero being born. I’m assuming it’s only here to mirror the events of the original DragonQuest 5.
Then the game begins proper with us running around a ship in an attempt to find the one person that will trigger the next event.
Okay, let’s check out the menu options.
The 1st one sounds suspiciously like the protagonist is taking a wank.
The 2nd one looks like a monsterpedia.
The 3rd one carts us off to an underground cavern.
Ah, I remember this from the first DramaraQuest. This is the room where you replay monster girl battles and Bad Ends. So, monsterpedia: 3D version with extra smut-o-vision.
The 4th brings up a list with one item at the top – “Let’s translate this.” Nope, no clue.
The 5th appears to be the Save option.
Okay, let’s get horny Luka-clone off this boat and laid.
It’s the usual for JRPGs – run around and find the right person to talk to. The ship docks and then a girl with blue hair and a pink bow appear. Flora – love interest?
Or rather bonk interest. Lusty Luka-clone doesn’t waste much time in giving her a good bonking in her room. That appears to be the event that unlocks the next area as the ship goes away and leaves us behind in a hut by the sea.
Then it’s off to the world map. The way north is blocked by a slime girl. Have ‘at ‘er, Luka-clone.
Let’s take a look at the combat options.
1. Attack. Or rather, Insert Cock as this is a battle-fuck game.
2. Magic. There is an option that does nothing when selected. I think this removed clothes in the previous game. Not much use against blue slime here as she’s already in her birthday suit.
3. Defend. Or rather, Do Nothing and see what naughty-sexy attacks the monster girl has.
4. The ever-popular Surrender and let her bonk your brains out option.
5. The ubiquitous and dull Run Away option.
There is a bit of pseudo-animation. As with the previous game it’s simple movements and distortions of the base sprite. It’s still quite effective, although not as good as the animations of games like ROBF or Erotical Nights.
I force Luka-clone to sit still and let the slime girl have her way with him. The Bad End is more jiggling of her sprite and textual taunting as she gets our willy in her pussy and milks us until her belly goes white.
That’ll do for part one. I’ll carry on from where I left off tomorrow (or maybe the day after)
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Let's Play Violated Hero 4: Another Story! part 2
Righty-ho. We’re running a playthrough of Violated Hero 4: Another Story. This is an additional chapter for the Violated Hero 4 game. I started the playthrough here and should probably include the usual disclaimer—sexy-squicky stuff incoming, run away if that’s not your thing.
Last time around was a fairly lengthy intro that ended up with Lilith giving Luka-clone’s cock a big suck with her tail until he agreed to go with her on a trip to bring two rogue monster girls to order.
Then it’s off on the arduous journey to the far-flung place . . . which Lilith moves them to instantaneously through a teleport square on the floor.
Hmm. Does anywhere count as far-flung if you can just teleport straight there?
Marietta hears noise and comes into the room to investigate. She finds the teleport square. So this is how she ends up in the adventuring party. Out in not-so-far-flung place, Lilith and Luka-clone see the teleport activated and Luka-clone is terrified it’s Sharia coming to discipline him for shirking his work responsibilities.
Nope, just Little Miss Vacuum Cleaner. She does try to discipline Luka-clone, but Lilith manages to talk her into tagging along.
Look Dieselmine, we know they’re going to run off and find the sexy, so let’s get on with it!
Luka-clone thinks this should be straightforward. It’s only a couple of minor monster girl bosses and he’s beaten gods and demons (okay, so it was his harem that did all the hard work. Leave the lad alone). Then Lilith tells him she’s going to seal (reduce?) her powers because a fight isn’t fun if the outcome is obvious. So that’s the awkward reset out of the way that explains how Luka-clone might lose to one of these despite already beating the most powerful monster girl demon in the land.
We’re back to the good old days where if Luka-clone loses, naughty naughty things will be done to him. (That’s the only reason we’re all here, let’s be honest).
Hmm. There’s a choice of where to go next—forest or cave. I pick forest and then finally we’re out of the visual novel part and into the game part. It’s the usual branching path exploration with some new wandering mooks thrown in.
This time the mook is some kind of elf with a weird plant tail. She’s also carrying a creepy plushy doll.
I reach the end of the path without finding any rogue monster girls. Luka-clone notices some armour and a sword lying around. He thinks it might have been left behind after some unlucky adventurer got slurped up by a monster girl. He goes over to pick it up so he can take it back to the former owner’s family so they can bury it.
Yes, yes. Obvious trap.
Lilith and Marietta try to warn him, but it’s already too late.
Blacksmith! This armour appears to have a slime girl in it.
The “armour” is a type of parasitic mimic that tricks people into putting her on and then treats the host as a domestic animal.
I guess that means fight or submit to a life of being told what to do by your T-shirt.
As I got most of the character names wrong for VH5, I remember to go to the dlsite and get them from the product description. Which doesn’t have them. Guess I’ll have to translate raw from the katakana. Sentient T-shirt’s name comes out as Irizu, which might map to something like Elise, but my Japanese is too non-existent to know for sure. Irizu it is.
She takes a few hits and we even get to see her (useless) sex attack. This time it’s the old model snot attack in a fetching shade of sky blue.
Running through a Violated Hero game beating everything is sort of against the purpose of the game, so it’s time to sub in alt!Luka-clone from the bench, rewind back to the start of the fight, and then throw it.
Bad End time.
Both Lilith and Marietta are so disgusted with us losing they teleport off and abandon Luka-clone to his slimy fate.
In her natural form Irizu resembles a blue slime girl. Once she has skin contact with Luka-clone she’s able to speak directly in his mind. I remember something like this happening to Spider-man when he picked up his new snazzy black threads. That didn’t work out so well.
Because she’s a slime girl she makes us feel like we’re being kissed with lots of lips wherever she touches us. Then she makes it feel like being licked by hundreds of tongues.
Then follows the usual way of breaking people in the Violated Hero universe. Irizu gives Luka-clone’s cock a lot of stimulus but won’t let him come until he agrees to be her host.
Eventually Luka-clone agrees to wear her and she wraps around his body.
Then, rather than go straight to the second scene, there’s a short interlude of Luka-clone out fighting monster girls and saving folks with his new mimic armour. He questions whether this is that effective considering he was already keeping most of humanity safe by doing all the bureaucratic stuff back at the castle. Irizu doesn’t like his insubordination and decides to come out and 'punish' him.
Punishing apparently involves riding him reverse cowgirl style.
Yes please, can I be punished too?
First off she teases him by rubbing him against her outer lips. Being a slime girl, she again makes it feel like lots of kisses wherever Luka-clone’s cock comes into contact with her. That’s ejaculation number one, the first of probably many.
Irizu wants to make little baby mimics. So up into her pussy goes Luka-clone’s cock. Because she’s a slime girl and possesses a certain malleability of form, she makes her vaginal walls feel like lots of licking tongues. Luka doesn’t hold out and fills Irizu’s womb with the white stuff.
She carries on helping Luka-clone save humans from monster girls. This works out for her as the humans they save end up being hosts for her offspring. And thus Luka-clone was patient zero of the Mimic Girl Apocalypse.
That’s the gooey pleasures of the first girl out of the way. Next up is some kind of imp or succubus.
Last time around was a fairly lengthy intro that ended up with Lilith giving Luka-clone’s cock a big suck with her tail until he agreed to go with her on a trip to bring two rogue monster girls to order.
Then it’s off on the arduous journey to the far-flung place . . . which Lilith moves them to instantaneously through a teleport square on the floor.
Hmm. Does anywhere count as far-flung if you can just teleport straight there?
Marietta hears noise and comes into the room to investigate. She finds the teleport square. So this is how she ends up in the adventuring party. Out in not-so-far-flung place, Lilith and Luka-clone see the teleport activated and Luka-clone is terrified it’s Sharia coming to discipline him for shirking his work responsibilities.
Nope, just Little Miss Vacuum Cleaner. She does try to discipline Luka-clone, but Lilith manages to talk her into tagging along.
Look Dieselmine, we know they’re going to run off and find the sexy, so let’s get on with it!
Luka-clone thinks this should be straightforward. It’s only a couple of minor monster girl bosses and he’s beaten gods and demons (okay, so it was his harem that did all the hard work. Leave the lad alone). Then Lilith tells him she’s going to seal (reduce?) her powers because a fight isn’t fun if the outcome is obvious. So that’s the awkward reset out of the way that explains how Luka-clone might lose to one of these despite already beating the most powerful monster girl demon in the land.
We’re back to the good old days where if Luka-clone loses, naughty naughty things will be done to him. (That’s the only reason we’re all here, let’s be honest).
Hmm. There’s a choice of where to go next—forest or cave. I pick forest and then finally we’re out of the visual novel part and into the game part. It’s the usual branching path exploration with some new wandering mooks thrown in.
This time the mook is some kind of elf with a weird plant tail. She’s also carrying a creepy plushy doll.
I reach the end of the path without finding any rogue monster girls. Luka-clone notices some armour and a sword lying around. He thinks it might have been left behind after some unlucky adventurer got slurped up by a monster girl. He goes over to pick it up so he can take it back to the former owner’s family so they can bury it.
Yes, yes. Obvious trap.
Lilith and Marietta try to warn him, but it’s already too late.
Blacksmith! This armour appears to have a slime girl in it.
The “armour” is a type of parasitic mimic that tricks people into putting her on and then treats the host as a domestic animal.
I guess that means fight or submit to a life of being told what to do by your T-shirt.
As I got most of the character names wrong for VH5, I remember to go to the dlsite and get them from the product description. Which doesn’t have them. Guess I’ll have to translate raw from the katakana. Sentient T-shirt’s name comes out as Irizu, which might map to something like Elise, but my Japanese is too non-existent to know for sure. Irizu it is.
She takes a few hits and we even get to see her (useless) sex attack. This time it’s the old model snot attack in a fetching shade of sky blue.
Running through a Violated Hero game beating everything is sort of against the purpose of the game, so it’s time to sub in alt!Luka-clone from the bench, rewind back to the start of the fight, and then throw it.
Bad End time.
Both Lilith and Marietta are so disgusted with us losing they teleport off and abandon Luka-clone to his slimy fate.
In her natural form Irizu resembles a blue slime girl. Once she has skin contact with Luka-clone she’s able to speak directly in his mind. I remember something like this happening to Spider-man when he picked up his new snazzy black threads. That didn’t work out so well.
Because she’s a slime girl she makes us feel like we’re being kissed with lots of lips wherever she touches us. Then she makes it feel like being licked by hundreds of tongues.
Then follows the usual way of breaking people in the Violated Hero universe. Irizu gives Luka-clone’s cock a lot of stimulus but won’t let him come until he agrees to be her host.
Eventually Luka-clone agrees to wear her and she wraps around his body.
Then, rather than go straight to the second scene, there’s a short interlude of Luka-clone out fighting monster girls and saving folks with his new mimic armour. He questions whether this is that effective considering he was already keeping most of humanity safe by doing all the bureaucratic stuff back at the castle. Irizu doesn’t like his insubordination and decides to come out and 'punish' him.
Punishing apparently involves riding him reverse cowgirl style.
Yes please, can I be punished too?
First off she teases him by rubbing him against her outer lips. Being a slime girl, she again makes it feel like lots of kisses wherever Luka-clone’s cock comes into contact with her. That’s ejaculation number one, the first of probably many.
Irizu wants to make little baby mimics. So up into her pussy goes Luka-clone’s cock. Because she’s a slime girl and possesses a certain malleability of form, she makes her vaginal walls feel like lots of licking tongues. Luka doesn’t hold out and fills Irizu’s womb with the white stuff.
She carries on helping Luka-clone save humans from monster girls. This works out for her as the humans they save end up being hosts for her offspring. And thus Luka-clone was patient zero of the Mimic Girl Apocalypse.
That’s the gooey pleasures of the first girl out of the way. Next up is some kind of imp or succubus.
Monday, August 04, 2014
Let's Play Violated Hero 5! part 4
The Violated Hero 5 playthrough continues. The usual rules apply—it’s a very naughty game, so don’t bother complaining to me if you see something that makes your eyeballs bleed.
Last episode was a rather long interlude where the end of game bosses introduced themselves and Ariel taught Luka-clone some magic using the unusual technique of stamping on his cock until white stuff leaked out. Now we’ll get back to the game proper and head off to World 2.
World 2 is home to the slime girl boss and looks like a big marsh or lake.
The wandering mooks are also some kind of slime girl. They’re also a vast upgrade on the misery mushroom munchkins of the forest world. Meet Lara . . .
And Elly . . .
Ariel’s divine protection turns out to be fairly handy as the new special attack takes out most of the Laras and Ellys in one or two hits.
Disappointingly, there is no slime mini-boss like last world’s Lily in this world. Stage two is a straight runthrough to the slime boss.
We end up at a beautiful lake and while Luka-clone is admiring the beautiful view (and being mocked by Ariel for it) a big blob of goo crawls out of the lake. It morphs into the form of a beautiful girl. This is Mel Alice and she rules over the marsh/lake world.
Stop staring at her titties, Luka-clone. Evil monster girl overlord and ruler of this world, remember. Focus!
Mel Alice sounds like she’s very much into the ‘S’ in BDSM. Don’t be put off by that cutesy face. She thinks all humans are cattle and need to be whipped into line.
Which makes me wonder why Dieselmine chose to draw her like cartoon loli-bait. A dominatrix slime girl sounds like a fun idea, but the artwork they went with looks like an escapee from a Nintendo game with an outrageous boob job.
As before, I make a save point before the fight with the intention of going back to it for the Bad End. I faf around in the fight and waste most of my potions until I remember Ariel taught me a nifty new special attack. That ends the fight in Luka-clone’s fight fairly swiftly.
But this isn’t the point of Violated Hero, so—sorry Luka-clone—time to rewind and trigger the Bad End. During the fight I notice they’ve changed the sprite for generic slime sex attack so it no longer looks like a curtain of snot. Still doesn’t look like anything I’d want on my dick, though.
Luka-clone hits the floor and it’s time for Mel Alice to strut her dominatrixy stuff. Luka-clone begs Ariel for help. She buggers off.
The screen fades to black, but before we hit the first scene there’s a bit of dialogue where Mel Alice talks about how livestock should have a collar.
So I suppose this shouldn’t be a surprise. Giddy up, horsey!
The collar is part of the slime girl. If Luka-clone tries to take it off it starts to constrict until he can’t breathe. Meanwhile Mel Alice is giving Luka-clone a bit of whippity-whippity on the buttocks. Bonus credits for taking a classic BDSM scenario and adding a slime girl. Not my thing though. I like my BDSM to be more about the sex. The art design for Mel Alice doesn’t really fit either.
Luka-clone even gets a real ponytail as Mel Alice puts a slime feeler in his ass and waves it around like a horse’s tail. Hey Luka-clone, you’re a real life brony.
Then the slime feeler ejaculates in Luka-brony’s ass. Um . . . nice?
Let’s move onto scene two and this is more like it. Mel Alice enlists a friend, a green slime girl, and they sandwich Luka-clone between them. With our head on the green girl’s ‘pillows’, Mel Alice grinds away on top.
Hey, this might not be so bad.
“Satisfy me or be melted,” Mel Alice says.
Uh oh. Are we about to become Luka-soup?
Unsurprisingly Luka-clone comes too soon. The two slime girls consult on what our punishment should be and come up with . . . ear violation?
Huh. Green slime girl extrudes some of her slime hair into Luka-clone’s ears and has a rummage about in the grey matter while Mel Alice bounces away on top. At least they decide to keep us as a masochist toy rather than melting us. That’s nearly a good end by Violated Hero standards.
When I did a playthrough for Violated Hero 4, at the end I’d run a comparison between the Bad End scene and one of my own short stories. As I’ve been a little slow on the new stories front (because of concentrating on finishing Succubus Summoning 201) I guess that means Violated Hero 5 wins by default. I did, however, put a new slime girl story out in the first half of 2014.
If you liked that story don’t forget to check out these stories as well. Summoning monster girls into this universe for . . . ahem . . . research purposes doesn’t come cheap.
Next up: World 3 and a three-headed, six-armed monster girl.
Last episode was a rather long interlude where the end of game bosses introduced themselves and Ariel taught Luka-clone some magic using the unusual technique of stamping on his cock until white stuff leaked out. Now we’ll get back to the game proper and head off to World 2.
World 2 is home to the slime girl boss and looks like a big marsh or lake.
The wandering mooks are also some kind of slime girl. They’re also a vast upgrade on the misery mushroom munchkins of the forest world. Meet Lara . . .
And Elly . . .
Ariel’s divine protection turns out to be fairly handy as the new special attack takes out most of the Laras and Ellys in one or two hits.
Disappointingly, there is no slime mini-boss like last world’s Lily in this world. Stage two is a straight runthrough to the slime boss.
We end up at a beautiful lake and while Luka-clone is admiring the beautiful view (and being mocked by Ariel for it) a big blob of goo crawls out of the lake. It morphs into the form of a beautiful girl. This is Mel Alice and she rules over the marsh/lake world.
Stop staring at her titties, Luka-clone. Evil monster girl overlord and ruler of this world, remember. Focus!
Mel Alice sounds like she’s very much into the ‘S’ in BDSM. Don’t be put off by that cutesy face. She thinks all humans are cattle and need to be whipped into line.
Which makes me wonder why Dieselmine chose to draw her like cartoon loli-bait. A dominatrix slime girl sounds like a fun idea, but the artwork they went with looks like an escapee from a Nintendo game with an outrageous boob job.
As before, I make a save point before the fight with the intention of going back to it for the Bad End. I faf around in the fight and waste most of my potions until I remember Ariel taught me a nifty new special attack. That ends the fight in Luka-clone’s fight fairly swiftly.
But this isn’t the point of Violated Hero, so—sorry Luka-clone—time to rewind and trigger the Bad End. During the fight I notice they’ve changed the sprite for generic slime sex attack so it no longer looks like a curtain of snot. Still doesn’t look like anything I’d want on my dick, though.
Luka-clone hits the floor and it’s time for Mel Alice to strut her dominatrixy stuff. Luka-clone begs Ariel for help. She buggers off.
The screen fades to black, but before we hit the first scene there’s a bit of dialogue where Mel Alice talks about how livestock should have a collar.
So I suppose this shouldn’t be a surprise. Giddy up, horsey!
The collar is part of the slime girl. If Luka-clone tries to take it off it starts to constrict until he can’t breathe. Meanwhile Mel Alice is giving Luka-clone a bit of whippity-whippity on the buttocks. Bonus credits for taking a classic BDSM scenario and adding a slime girl. Not my thing though. I like my BDSM to be more about the sex. The art design for Mel Alice doesn’t really fit either.
Luka-clone even gets a real ponytail as Mel Alice puts a slime feeler in his ass and waves it around like a horse’s tail. Hey Luka-clone, you’re a real life brony.
Then the slime feeler ejaculates in Luka-brony’s ass. Um . . . nice?
Let’s move onto scene two and this is more like it. Mel Alice enlists a friend, a green slime girl, and they sandwich Luka-clone between them. With our head on the green girl’s ‘pillows’, Mel Alice grinds away on top.
Hey, this might not be so bad.
“Satisfy me or be melted,” Mel Alice says.
Uh oh. Are we about to become Luka-soup?
Unsurprisingly Luka-clone comes too soon. The two slime girls consult on what our punishment should be and come up with . . . ear violation?
Huh. Green slime girl extrudes some of her slime hair into Luka-clone’s ears and has a rummage about in the grey matter while Mel Alice bounces away on top. At least they decide to keep us as a masochist toy rather than melting us. That’s nearly a good end by Violated Hero standards.
When I did a playthrough for Violated Hero 4, at the end I’d run a comparison between the Bad End scene and one of my own short stories. As I’ve been a little slow on the new stories front (because of concentrating on finishing Succubus Summoning 201) I guess that means Violated Hero 5 wins by default. I did, however, put a new slime girl story out in the first half of 2014.
If you liked that story don’t forget to check out these stories as well. Summoning monster girls into this universe for . . . ahem . . . research purposes doesn’t come cheap.
Next up: World 3 and a three-headed, six-armed monster girl.
Wednesday, July 02, 2014
Let's Play Demon Angel Sakura! part 2
Right, back to the playthrough of Demon Angel Sakura, which I started here.
Plucky Sakura has jumped into hell to find a stolen mirror. Level 1 is the Crystal Planes.
The controls are fairly straightforward. Cursor keys move Sakura around. She can air jump up to five times, represented by some feathers in the centre of the screen. She has a primary fire mode of a divine-light orb or something and can store up to five of them to be released in a salvo.
There are no minions, so we’re straight into boss fights a la Shadow of the Colossus.
First up is a Slime boss with enormous jiggly tits.
She has two attacks. She jumps in the air and tries to splat down on you, or spits out three globs of quivering blue slime at you. The ecchi stuff starts once Sakura drops down to only three hearts. At that point her clothes come off and the Slime girl’s attacks turn into smexy grapple attacks.
If she lands on top of you, she’ll keep bouncing and rubbing her monster boobs against you until you shake her off (or run out of hearts). If the mini-blobs hit, they’ll envelop Sakura and start molesting her until she shakes them off (or runs out of hearts).
Oh, Sakura is actually a he. If the mini-blobs get him down to zero hearts he fountains cum (and possibly piss) out of his cock and lies there exhausted until big momma blob wobbles over to him.
And Bad End.
Big Momma Slime drops Sakura into her cleavage and jiggles her massive mammaries around until he comes. And then repeats it until he’s spattered himself with so much cum he looks like a bukkake victim. Not so traumatic so far.
Oh, she’s going to keep doing this until we’re soup.
Then, finally, she licks the resulting Sakura-stain up off her boobies.
Um, yeah. Guess this is a vore game. Poor Sakura. Even Luka-clone never got turned into cleavage soup.
Plucky Sakura has jumped into hell to find a stolen mirror. Level 1 is the Crystal Planes.
The controls are fairly straightforward. Cursor keys move Sakura around. She can air jump up to five times, represented by some feathers in the centre of the screen. She has a primary fire mode of a divine-light orb or something and can store up to five of them to be released in a salvo.
There are no minions, so we’re straight into boss fights a la Shadow of the Colossus.
First up is a Slime boss with enormous jiggly tits.
She has two attacks. She jumps in the air and tries to splat down on you, or spits out three globs of quivering blue slime at you. The ecchi stuff starts once Sakura drops down to only three hearts. At that point her clothes come off and the Slime girl’s attacks turn into smexy grapple attacks.
If she lands on top of you, she’ll keep bouncing and rubbing her monster boobs against you until you shake her off (or run out of hearts). If the mini-blobs hit, they’ll envelop Sakura and start molesting her until she shakes them off (or runs out of hearts).
Oh, Sakura is actually a he. If the mini-blobs get him down to zero hearts he fountains cum (and possibly piss) out of his cock and lies there exhausted until big momma blob wobbles over to him.
And Bad End.
Big Momma Slime drops Sakura into her cleavage and jiggles her massive mammaries around until he comes. And then repeats it until he’s spattered himself with so much cum he looks like a bukkake victim. Not so traumatic so far.
Oh, she’s going to keep doing this until we’re soup.
Then, finally, she licks the resulting Sakura-stain up off her boobies.
Um, yeah. Guess this is a vore game. Poor Sakura. Even Luka-clone never got turned into cleavage soup.
Monday, March 03, 2014
New Story - "A Real-Life Goo Girl"
As mentioned earlier, here's "A Real-Life Goo Girl". Originally I was intending to synch this to come out at the same time as the version on Literotica, but they were a bit quicker at posting than usual and it came out yesterday instead. This was useful as one of the comments made me realise the ending needed a tweak.
Here's one for the slime girl fans anyway:
“I’m telling you, it’s a real fetish,” John Sanjust said.
John and Mario Vailati stood on a metal gantry overlooking a large, circular glass tank.
“Nah, you’re yanking my chain,” Vailati said.
“Rule 34. If it exists, there is porn of it somewhere on the internet.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Google it,” John said. “You’ll find tons of pictures.”
“I don’t get it. What’s the appeal in having sex with what’s basically a giant amoeba?”
Below them, Subject HA-001 moved around the inside of the tank in a series of undulating waves.
John shrugged. “Beats me. It’s out there though.”
“I mean, think about it,” Vailati said. “It would probably feel like shoving your cock into a beaker of cold snot. How is that sexy?”
“I bet there are websites for that as well,” John said.
Subject HA-001’s upper body pressed up against the lid of the tank. Twin bulges of what were perfect facsimiles of human breasts, right down to the perky nipples, squashed up against the glass. She stared up at them and kissed the glass with full, bee-stung lips.
John would have thought the mimicry incredible . . . if there was any subject being copied. Subject HA-001 had taken on the body shape of a typical male fantasy—tall and busty, ridiculously well-stacked, like a Pamela Anderson or Kim Kardashian—and no-one knew how or why. Well, the top half of her was a male fantasy. The bottom half swelled out into a soft, undifferentiated blob of protoplasm. She was a human-sized amoeba with transparent light-blue skin. John didn’t need to possess a PhD to know she—it—shouldn’t exist.
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t mind shoving your dick up between those puppies,” he said.
“Language!” Danielle Sullivan shouted up from the monitors below. “This is a place of serious work. I will not have potty mouths in my laboratory.”
“Sorry, Mom,” John said.
It was a team joke. Danielle Sullivan was middle-aged and chunky. Blonde curls framed a round, homely face. She was from the American Midwest and about as conservative as they came. Until he’d met her, John hadn’t thought people like Sullivan existed outside of lazy parodies of American culture. He’d even made an ill-advised quip about it not long after they’d been introduced.
“I didn’t think it possible for biologists to come out of your neck of the woods. I thought they were still having problems accepting the Theory of Evolution,” he’d joked, poorly.
“We’re not all gun-toting crazy whahoos,” she’d said. “And where’s your top hat and tails—left them back in London did you.”
Touché.
Sullivan might have sounded like she was more at home baking apple pies, but she was a fastidious and highly efficient researcher, if a little unimaginative. That was both the positive and negative of her military background. John suspected that was why he’d been brought in. It was easy to joke about that classic oxymoron, American Intelligence, but they knew enough to seek out someone who could think outside of the box.
Unfortunately, this little problem required being able to think a little further than outside of the box. A lot further . . .
The lab went into lockdown at 9:45pm on a Tuesday evening. John was working late and the only person in the lab. He was studying images from the electron microscope when a warning flashed up on his monitor screen informing him of a containment breach and that the lab was entering lockdown mode.
If this was a film or videogame there would have been flashing lights and wailing sirens. That was because films and videogames were designed to generate excitement. In a dangerous lab environment excitement was a bad thing. Personnel needed to think clearly and fast, and flashing lights and blaring alarms were not conducive to clear and rational thought. No doubt an alarm was going off somewhere and highly trained personnel were springing into action, but John, despite being in the lab, was superfluous now. The breach had been detected and the doors would have been locked and sealed the moment it was detected.
John sat in eerie silence and looked at the polite warning message flashing on his computer screen. He wondered if they’d let him compose a final email to his mother back in London.
John had been in Miami for a conference on protists when the US military had made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. It was his first paper since receiving his PhD and he wasn’t sure what interest the US military had in “Cytoskeletal Features that aid Oxygen Diffusion in Large Protists”. Some amoeba, like the infamous brain-eating amoeba, Naegleria fowleri, were hazardous to human health, but John’s area of expertise was the giant amoeba, Chaos carolinensis, and they were harmless . . . unless you happened to be a diatom or similarly microscopic organism.
He’d assumed there’d been a mistake and told them so.
“You are an expert in gaseous absorption and transfer in single-celled organisms?” Vailati had asked him. This was before John knew who Dr Mario Vailati was. Back then he’d been another nondescript man with thinning grey hair and a lab coat.
“Well, yes”
He had been studying it for the past three and a half years.
Then you’re exactly the person we want.
“Why not Professor Robert Feldherr? He’s the expert in this field and he lives in this state.”
“Professor Feldherr doesn’t have the requisite personality traits for this project.”
That was from the military type in the smart uniform who looked as stiff as a shop mannequin. Translated from military-speak what he really meant was: Professor Feldherr is old, knows his own mind, and is far less likely to follow orders without question than a fresh-faced young limey. That was John Sanjust. They wanted him for his expertise, but also because they knew he’d be easier to control than an irascible old professor.
John hoped it was a false alarm. He would have prayed as well, but he was an atheist and couldn’t see the point.
He knew there were two critical fail-safes. The first pumped super-cooled gas into the room, dropping the temperature down to around -190 °C in a few seconds and turning the whole lab into a giant ice box. That was if they wanted to preserve and retrieve any of the samples.
If they weren’t interested in retaining anything, or were really scared of further breaches, the second system was set up to incinerate the contents of the lab.
He’d thought it sounded excessive when they’d described the system to him. This was before he’d seen Subject HA-001 . . .
“What kind of experiment is this?” John’s voice had been full of awe, and fear.
Part of Subject HA-001 clearly resembled a young woman. Blue, transparent, but unmistakably a young woman. Initially he’d wondered if a horrific accident had taken place, or—worse—equally horrific human experimentation.
He wasn’t on the right planet.
“That information is classified,” the young soldier escorting them said.
“She’s from another world,” Vailati said.
The younger soldier looked at Vailati and was about to say something.
“Oh shut it,” Vailati said. “Dr Sanjust is here to carry out research on our behalf. He can’t do that effectively if he isn’t aware of all the facts.”
Chastened, the young soldier stepped back out of the conversation.
“From another dimension, to be more specific,” Vailati continued. “I’m sure you’ve already noticed the excessive security at this facility. You’ll be happy to know it’s not because we’re manufacturing weapons of mass destruction.”
“That’s a relief,” Vailati said.
“Our physicists found a way to punch a hole between dimensions. On the other side of the complex is a stable gateway to another world. We’ve been sending people through for the past few months. They’ve even established bases on the other side.”
John’s jaw dropped open.
“This is a little unexpected,” he said. “I guess that means we’ve just gone past the opportunity for me to turn this job down.”
“Sorry, kiddo. Once you’re in, you’re in. None of the people we asked ever wanted out at this point anyway,” Vailati said with a twinkle in his eye.
“Who would,” John said. “What scientist would turn down an opportunity like this? Have you been through?” he asked.
Vailati shook his head.
“I was scheduled to, and then something happened. We found life.”
John stared at the computer monitor. His hands trembled and his palms felt moist.
Cut it out, he thought. They were not going to freeze him into an icicle—or nuke him into a pile of ashes—unless they were absolutely sure there had been a hazardous containment breach. And then only as an absolute last resort.
He checked the internal messaging system. He messaged the first name on duty. They didn’t get back to him and neither did the next five names he tried.
Presumably that was protocol. Don’t speak to the poor sucker you might have to incinerate.
Stop it! It was probably a false alarm. No one was replying because they were too busy running diagnostic checks and hunting for whatever software glitch had flipped the alarm.
John left messages asking for clarification. Then he tapped an icon and brought up the feed from the internal lab cams. He knew CCTV covered the whole of the interior of the lab. One lunch break he and Vailati had laughed while watching the prim and proper Sullivan pick her nose when she thought no one was watching. Sometimes the littlest of things pleased the biggest of minds. John cycled through the images until he found a camera with a view of the tank.
Fuck.
John’s blood turned to icy slush. It wasn’t a software glitch. The circular tank with walls of reinforced glass was empty.
Subject HA-001 was out.
Gaseous exchange, John had pedantically told his fellow students during a Student Union screening of The Blob. That was the reason why The Blob, Caltiki or any other B-movie blob monster couldn’t possibly exist. Single-celled amoebae never grew larger than a few microns for a good reason. Any bigger and oxygen wouldn’t be able to penetrate the tissues fast enough to keep the organism alive. This was why complex organisms had complex circulatory systems.
It was also why human beings tended to die when they were shot full of holes and all the red stuff leaked out.
“I know, it shouldn’t be alive,” Vailati said as they’d studied Subject HA-001 for the first time. “From what I’ve heard there are quite a few shouldn’t be’s over in H-space. The physicists postulated the laws of physics work slightly differently on the other side of the gate. None of our electronics function properly when we take them through.
“But wouldn’t the same apply for alien life forms brought back into our world?” John said.
“That’s one theory. Professor Michel and Doctor Pendleton were firmly opposed to bringing Subject HA-001 back. They thought it would disintegrate into a puddle of goo the moment it entered our universe. As you can see, they were wrong.”
John could see. Subject HA-001 stood—if such a word could be used—up against the reinforced wall of the tank. Her palms and large round breasts were pressed up against the glass.
John accessed the environmental controls from his computer. He couldn’t override lockdown and wouldn’t if he could.
That surprised him. He’d thought of himself and Vailati as a pair of lovable goofballs in a world full of straight-arrow stiffs. He hadn’t really thought of himself as a sacrifice-for-the-greater-good sort of bloke. Sullivan, yes, he could see it. She’d happily pour petrol over herself and light a match while singing “The Star-Spangled Banner” if she thought it would aid her country.
This wasn’t even his country.
It didn’t matter. They couldn’t risk HA-001 escaping. He knew all about invasive species. If it got out, made it down into the sewers and started to reproduce they might never be able to eradicate it. He wasn’t exactly relishing the prospect of being flash-frozen into an ice cube—or incinerated—but he saw the logic of it. One life versus the lives of many was a simple equation. He’d make the same call if it was him outside.
It didn’t have to come to that anyway. Not if he could take control of the situation in here first.
He accessed the environmental controls and turned the lights down as low as they would go while still providing him enough illumination to see by. Subject HA-001 was mildly phosphorescent. It glowed blue in the dark. Turning the lights down would give him the best chance of spotting it before . . .
No one knew what Subject HA-001 had done to PFC Trey Sandoval in the fifteen minutes or so between her surprising and overwhelming him, and her eventual capture at the hands of PFC Sandoval’s squad. The eyewitness reports were conflicting and confused. One had sworn Subject HA-001 was trying to eat PFC Sandoval. Another was convinced she was trying to mate with him. The facts shorn of conjecture were this: They’d found Sandoval naked and lying on his back with his body partially engulfed by Subject HA-001. Thinking there still might be a chance to save him his squad-mates had resisted the trigger impulse to start blasting away. Instead, one of them, CPL Rutan, had taken careful aim and put a bullet through what they thought was Subject HA-001’s head. The bullet passed straight through and didn’t do anything other than attract Subject HA-001’s attention.
“She turned and gave me a look like the one my ex-wife used to give me every night I came back home late and drunk,” Rutan told them.
It had been SFC Cederlund’s idea to use a fire extinguisher.
“Worked in The Blob,” he’d told them afterwards.
It worked here as well. Subject HA-001 did not like cold. It caused her to contract, slow down, and finally become dormant.
At first they’d thought they’d saved PFC Sandoval. Outwardly his tissues and exposed skin showed no signs of damage from being surrounded by Subject HA-001. They’d even joked about PFC Sandoval’s large and noticeable erection.
This was before the other reports of aggressive sexual behaviour from H-space life forms had started to come in.
Apparently it took two hours for Sandoval’s erection to subside. Most of the ribald jokes had faded away by then. Sandoval was still out cold and nothing anyone did was able to revive him. He was alive and breathing, but appeared to be in some kind of coma. The doctors didn’t know how to wake him because they couldn’t understand how HA-001 had induced the coma in the first place. They’d scanned Sandoval’s brain back on Earth and it looked perfectly healthy. Sandoval should have woken with no ill-effects at all. That was a few weeks ago. As far as John was aware, PFC Sandoval was still in the same coma somewhere on the base.
John stared at the screen. No reply back from anyone in Security. That was a bad sign. Maybe the decision to flip the switch had already been made and they didn’t want the psychological awkwardness of speaking to the condemned man.
He cycled through the internal cameras. No sign of Subject HA-001. The tank was still empty and the moment Security saw that they would have confirmation the alarms going off wasn’t a glitch.
He had to act first.
John picked up a fire extinguisher and moved cautiously through the lab. The room was completely silent. Red warning messages blinked on monitor screens. He reached the big glass tank at the centre of the lab. He saw no sign of blue phosphorescence. So much for hoping Subject HA-001 had left behind a slime trail.
He advanced to the back of the lab with the fire extinguisher held out before him like a gun.
They didn’t know how smart Subject HA-001 was. John hoped he was wrong, but he suspected the reason they didn’t know how smart HA-001 was because HA-001 didn’t want them to know how smart HA-001 was. This was not a thought that comforted him as he picked his way between the workbenches. Neither was the knowledge he was a single button press away from instantaneous obliteration.
He felt something splatter on his right hand.
They’d brought in John because they thought HA-001 was a giant amoeba with an uncanny ability to mimic the human form, and he was the amoeba guy.
HA-001 wasn’t an amoeba. John and Vailati didn’t know what she was. The samples they took from Subject HA-001’s body didn’t help either. They didn’t seem to know what they were either. Sometimes John saw highly complex protein structures he’d never seen before, sometimes he saw strange inorganic compounds, and other times it was just water.
John and Vailati weren’t even sure if HA-001 was alive, at least in the conventional sense.
He couldn’t remember how the incident with his semen in a Petri dish had come about. It had probably been a stupid bet or dare with Vailati. That was how most of these things started.
Vailati had a theory that HA-001’s protean nature indicated she had an unstable genome and needed a constant supply of genetic material in order to replenish herself. As theories went it was wild and woolly, but given they’d spent a solid week in the lab and determined nothing, it was about as good as any other conjecture.
John had gone into one of the cupboards and jacked off onto a Petri dish. They’d placed the Petri dish in the tank and had briefly been excited when HA-001 had sucked it up with a pseudopod. Then they’d felt a little foolish as they realised it didn’t prove anything. She’d have probably done the same with a saucer of milk.
Sullivan had been livid. She thought it was immature hi-jinks and had no place in a serious lab. She’d been even less happy about Vailati’s next proposal.
God knows where Vailati had found his volunteer. John knew the killbot factory training must be hardcore, but this was devotion bordering on the insane. There was no way John would put his naked dick anywhere near HA-001. Somehow Vailati had managed to find a man blindly obedient enough to be willing to do that.
At least Vailati gave some thought to the man’s safety. They partitioned the tank with the volunteer, PV2 Vinnie George, on one side and Subject HA-001 on the other. The only way for her to reach George was by extruding a pseudopod through a small hole in the partition wall. Suspended above that aperture—guillotine-like—was a sharp blade. If they started to lose control of the experiment they would bring the blade down, slicing off HA-001’s appendage. Based on previous experiments, any part of HA-001 separated from the main body quickly liquefied.
Privately John still thought PV2 Vinnie George was less brave than stark-raving bonkers.
HA-001 went straight for the naked man’s cock. She sent a feeler through the aperture and it wrapped around and then enveloped the volunteer soldier’s penis.
“If you feel numbness, a burning sensation or any other kind of discomfort let us know immediately and we’ll terminate the experiment.”
“It feels okay,” George said, looking down at his engulfed member with a degree of stoicism that amazed John. “Kind of nice actually, like she’s—Oh!—” His mouth dropped open in surprise. “—trying to tug me off.”
John saw it as well. Through the transparent blue skin of HA-001’s pseudopod he saw George’s foreskin move back and forth. HA-001’s appendage bunched up as it manipulated George’s cock. She was clearly masturbating him.
He also noted—with some envy—that George was hung like the proverbial horse.
“Oh that feels really good.” George turned to Vailati with a broad grin. “Is she supposed to be jerking me off?”
“If you feel uncomfortable we can terminate the experiment at any time,” Vailati said.
“No no. It’s fine,” George said. “More than fine.”
HA-001 extruded more protoplasm through the aperture and her pseudopod formed a thick, pulsing cuff around George’s erection. John watched the man’s foreskin move back and forth as HA-001 continued to wank the naked soldier. George closed his eyes and started to moan in pleasure.
This was the moment when Sullivan stormed off in a huff.
“Probably more sexual arousal than she gets to see in a year,” John joked with Vailati.
“Uh, I think I’m going to . . .” George didn’t get a chance to finish. His body shuddered and he spurted thick ropes of white semen into HA-001’s slime sheath. She sucked it down, using her pseudopod as if it was a pipe. HA-001 sent more of her body through the aperture, thickening the tentacle connecting her to George’s crotch.
John watched as structures formed within her pseudopod. He frowned. This was something they hadn’t seen before. HA-001’s body was best described as a bag of transparent blue fluid moulded into the shape of a woman. They hadn’t seen any evidence of organelles at either the macro or micro level. They hadn’t even found anything resembling a nucleus.
John watched as colourless rings formed within the clear blue slime. They were plump like transparent doughnuts and slowly pulsed. They settled around George’s cock like a hoops on a post. The volunteer gave a loud gasp. He was hung like a horse, but still, there was no way the explosion of white cum that erupted from the end of his cock could be natural. George shuddered and shivered on the spot. His hips swung loosely back and forth as a river of milky-white cum flowed down the transparent tentacle to HA-001. There was no way a person could produce that much cum, even if they’d been gifted the sex organs of a satyr.
“Shut it,” John said.
Vailati agreed with him. He closed the aperture, slicing off HA-001’s appendage. Separated from the main mass, the pseudopod liquefied and splashed onto the floor of the tank. HA-001 gave a silent sigh of disappointment.
“Whoa, dear fucking Jesus,” George said. He looked about as steady on his feet as a newborn deer. This was a six-foot-plus ogre of a man with a barrel for a chest.
“What did it feel like?” Vailati asked.
“Fucking awesome, doc, if you’ll excuse the language,” George said, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Like the best fucking blowjob ever.”
They did some tests on George afterwards. There seemed to be no ill effects apart from some strange, purely cosmetic, markings on the man’s penis. John had wondered if those transparent doughnut organelles had been in the process of bonding with the man in some way, a process that had been interrupted when they’d terminated the experiment.
“You need me again?” George asked, hopeful, as he’d left the lab area. “I’ll do it again, no problem. Hell, once word gets around you’ll have a big line of grunts outside the door wanting to volunteer.”
That was yesterday.
John felt something splatter on his right hand. Like water dripping from the ceiling . . . only he knew it wasn’t water.
He knew how this went. He’d seen it before in countless horror films. He’d look up and there would be the blob, clinging to the ceiling above him. He’d open his mouth to scream, but it would be too late as the blob flopped down on top of him.
John was smarter than that.
He was already diving to his right as a wet mass detached from the ceiling and landed with a splat right where he’d been standing mere moments before.
Unfortunately John was a lab rat who’d never had much time for the exercise field. He was no action-movie gymnast. Action-movie gymnasts also had the advantage of multiple takes. They didn’t have to use the one where they collided with a lab bench, jarred their knee and dropped the one weapon that could save them.
He wasn’t sure it would have done him much good in any case. HA-001 was fast. She sprang back from her fall and was already gushing towards him. His body was lifted up as a surge of protoplasm flowed under him. The soft substance, more solid than the liquid it resembled, bulged up and formed a natural pillow for his head. It happened so fast he didn’t realise he was caught until she was dragging him back to the jiggling main mass of her body.
And he was caught. Just like an insect stuck in amber before it set. He moved his arms and legs back and forth to no discernible effect, like an ungainly frog trying to swim in thick jelly. HA-001 reared up above him and then flopped down on top of him. His sodden clothes were torn off him like wet tissue paper. Breasts like quivering bowls of jelly rested on his chest as she looked down at him and smiled.
“I’ve been looking forward to this moment ever since you gave me a taste of your seed.”
Her speaking didn’t come as much of a surprise to John. He’d suspected for a while she was intelligent enough to hide that intelligence from them. It also gave him a sliver of hope—unlike a mindless amoeboid, she could be reasoned with.
“The whole lab is being monitored,” he said. “If you don’t stop this and go back to your tank they’ll torch the both of us.”
HA-001 shook her head.
“No they won’t,” she said. “I’m too valuable a specimen.”
“Doesn’t matter,” John said. “They won’t risk you escaping. They’ll incinerate everything in here.”
“Who said anything about escaping,” HA-001 said, pursing her lips in an insouciant pout. “After I’ve had my fun with you I’m going to go back to my little tank and continue to play the good little test subject . . . until the time is right.”
Smart enough to reason with, but also smart enough to think several moves ahead.
“What do you mean by fun?” he asked.
HA-001 traced a little circle around his exposed nipple with a molten finger, leaving behind a glistening blue trail that glowed in the gloom.
“Fun,” she said. Her lips plumped up in a suggestive pout. “And I know you want to have fun with me as well. I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way those naughty eyes of yours get stuck on my gooey breasts.”
She sat up until it looked like she was straddling him, but instead of legs her upper body flowed down into an undifferentiated pile of glowing blue jelly. She cupped hands under her enormous boobs like a greengrocer weighing melons.
“Come, touch them. I know you’ve wanted to put your hands on them for a while.”
She plucked his hands out of her sticky mass. John felt curiously non-resistive, as if her glowing body emitted a radiation that sapped away all his energy. He didn’t struggle as she took his hands and pressed them palm-flat against the swell of her breasts.
This was a little weird and not all that unpleasant. In truth he had wondered what it would feel like and wasn’t disappointed as he felt the pressure of her soft boobs against his hand. It reminded him of a conference in Montreal. His colleagues had dragged him off to a strip club afterwards and a statuesque brunette had taken him up to a little cubicle and forced him to put his hands on boobs as big as milk jugs. HA-001 had even larger breasts and there was something about her skin—smooth, soft, warm—that made his own skin crave contact.
John didn’t even mind as his fingers started to sink beneath the surface. It meant more surface area could come into contact with her. His hands sank into the transparent bulge of her breasts until they were embedded up to his wrists. Now her warmth was all around his fingers. He felt quiet pulses run through her gelatinous body, a gentle beat he longed to share.
HA-001 flowed over and around him in delicious little ripples. She straddled him and he was partially engulfed by her gelatinous form. Rather than being a source of terror John found it surprisingly erotic. His cock swelled up in an impressive erection, helped along by HA-001. Her hand felt like it was dripping with warm lubricant as it stroked up and down John’s hard-on.
“I knew you were up for some fun,” she said with a suggestive smile.
John wondered if Security was watching the camera feeds and what they’d make of this. It must look like they were shagging. Of course it would look like they were shagging. She was astride him and he had his hands on—okay, in—her tits. What else would it look like?
Were they fucking?
HA-001 settled in his lap and John’s cock was enveloped by the moist protoplasm of her body. Oh wow. It felt like oil-covered hands with countless fingers slithering up and down his shaft. Or countless warm mouths filled with a multitude of tickling tongues. HA-001 moved up and down on top of him and her motions sent waves undulating through the bed of jelly she’d piled up under John’s naked body. He floated within her and felt like he was drowning in sensual sensation.
Yeah, definitely fucking.
For science, he told himself. Not that pleasure like this needed any excuses.
“I don’t understand,” he said as she rocked and rolled on top of him. “You’re a different species, from a different dimension. This can’t be for procreation.”
“This isn’t for procreation,” HA-001 said. She threw back her head and sighed as she pressed gelatinous hips down on John’s lap. “This is how I feed.”
Okay, so that wasn’t the most romantic of answers, but it did give validity to one of Vailati’s theories.
“The semen?” he said.
They thought HA-001’s genome was unstable and as a result she sought fresh DNA to maintain her own. Semen was packed with sperm and sperm were a delivery mechanism to pass on an organism’s DNA. Semen must be like high-grade oil to her and as a result her species must have evolved to be adept at harvesting semen from other organisms.
Or something like that. It was probably a bollocks theory, but H-space was not exactly conducive to sensible scientific theory. The physicists had it even worse.
Fuck it, who cared when it felt like a hundred willing harlots were all kissing his naked flesh at the same time.
HA-001 rose up and down on top of him and her gelid breasts wobbled around his engulfed hands. Her skin was translucent and John could see his erection sticking up inside her. It was weird seeing it engulfed within her protoplasm. It would have been frightening had it not felt so good. The only melting sensation he felt was the relaxation of really satisfying sex.
Structures started to form within her protoplasm. He’d seen this before in the experiment with PV2 Vinnie George, where she’d produced some kind of intracellular organelles, but at the macro level.
A sliver of concern flittered into John’s thoughts and roosted. No one had been able to rouse PFC Sandoval from the coma his body had fallen into after his encounter with HA-001.
“Listen,” John said. “I don’t mind you sucking up some of my semen, but you need to be careful. The first man you fed off is still in a coma. Something in your biochemistry might have an adverse effect on our physiology.”
HA-001 continued to rise up and down with languid bobs. Her motions caused John to rock and sway within her gelatinous body.
“He didn’t complain,” HA-001 said, “and neither will you.”
Like before, the organelles resembled transparent puffy doughnuts. John’s protests were forestalled as one of them settled over his cock. His mouth dropped open and he quivered uncontrollably in pleasure as the ring stretched to accommodate his glans and then rolled down his twitching shaft. It felt like his cock had just plunged up into a soft, tight orifice. The ring settled down around his root and throbbed pleasurably.
“Wha—?”
John managed that far before a second translucent doughnut settled over his cock and rolled down the shaft. Smiling, HA-001 slowly bobbed up and down on top of him. She puffed another elastic ring around John’s throbbing hard-on while he squirmed and writhed in helpless pleasure.
They’d seen her do this to PV2 George. No wonder he’d been so eager to volunteer again.
A fourth ring wrapped around his cock and little spurt of precum escaped his urethral opening. HA-001 used her protoplasm to suck it off his glans with a contented sigh.
A fifth and sixth ring settled around John’s cock. Only the tip was visible now—half of the mushroom head sticking up out of the top ring. The soft doughnuts contracted and squeezed his whole cock as she masturbated him with a precision that shouldn’t be possible for two species that had never encountered each other throughout their entire evolutionary history.
John really wanted to come. This was too much. He writhed and rocked on her cushion of protoplasm and desperately wanted to jet great torrents of spunk into her molten centre. But he couldn’t come. He didn’t understand it. At this point George had been pissing streams of white stuff into her protoplasm. John felt stuck. Was it those weird doughnut organelles? They contracted in rhythmic undulations around his cock, pumping him like an expert hooker wanking him off.
And still he couldn’t come. Like there was a blockage in there.
HA-001 rubbed his naked sides with her hands. The moist protoplasm of her body followed her motions and slid against his skin in a sensual massage.
“Your sex organs are mine now,” HA-001 said.
She sighed. John’s cock was enveloped by a pleasant feeling of warmth. It felt like the transparent doughnut structures were melting into him, or he melting into them—becoming one single organ.
“I’m bonded to you,” HA-001 said, giving out another little erotic gasp. “Now I control how much pleasure you receive and when you can come.”
Too reinforce the point she gave her rings a little squeeze. Pleasure throbbed through John’s body, but still he couldn’t find the release he craved.
Bonded?
They’d stopped the experiment with PV2 George at this point. Afterwards they’d noticed some markings on the man’s penis, but they hadn’t looked serious and George hadn’t complained of any discomfort.
John’s body flexed and arched on the bouncy bed of protoplasm. The structures within HA-001’s body stroked and squeezed, stimulating him to far past the point of climax while simultaneously denying him release. His hands, still buried within her jelly breasts, clenched and he felt the warm protoplasm of her body squish between his fingers.
HA-001 pouted sexily down at him. Another structure began to form within her body, about where the stomach would be on a human. It started out as a silvery little bubble or vesicle, and then expanded until it was the size of a small melon.
They hadn’t seen this before. An ominous feeling of fear punctured his pleasure. He remembered the original victim, PFC Sandoval. He was still in a hospital bed, little more than a vegetable.
“It’s not compatible with my biochemistry,” he said as the bubble drifted down towards his cock like a spherical jellyfish. “You’re going to put me in a coma.”
HA-001 didn’t seem to care. She swayed up and down on top of him. The transparent rings squeezed and pumped his cock with increasing speed and force. Still John couldn’t come. It was like the bottom ring had pinched his urethra shut and nothing could get past. The pressure in his balls grew and grew.
“I’ll scream and yell out if you don’t stop this,” John warned. “They’ll incinerate the lab if they think there’s no chance of saving me.”
HA-001 said nothing, simply smiled. Her gelatinous breasts pulled his hands in deeper. The molten interior of her body slithered around his fingertips and triggered memories of hands sliding over breasts, of fingers passing over the aroused bumps of nipples, of palms against the smooth skin of a round ass, of digits exploring the moist folds of a lover’s sex. The sensations sprang from his fingertips—memories of pleasures past and wishes of pleasures desired.
The other organelle, the transparent silvery bubble, settled around the head of his cock.
John didn’t scream or yell out.
The gossamer membrane enveloped his glans and a warm, shivery sensation of pleasure flowed into him. He could see his foreskin through the semi-transparent rings. It moved up and down with the motions of HA-001’s body. HA-001 quickened her motions as John’s cock was drawn up into the silvery vesicle. His glans became magnified—distorted—by the bubble’s surface.
It felt like John’s pleasures were magnified as well. He wanted to come. Needed to come. His balls felt on the verge of bursting. If only he could get past that . . .
And then the obstruction was gone. John’s whole body sang with relief as his hips bucked and he ejaculated. His milky-white semen puffed out in a dense white cloud within the silvery bubble. It wasn’t enough for the slime girl. The bubble expanded and throbbed like the bell of a jellyfish around the end of his cock. The rings bounced up and down as if milking him.
“Now I feed,” HA-001 sighed, her eyes half-closed.
The stimulus was too much. The ejaculation kept going. John was helpless to resist as he poured semen into her.
Poured everything.
It was a torrent uprooting everything in its path, including John. His mind felt like it had come adrift from his body. It spun and swirled as if caught in a great whirlpool, turning round and round until John felt completely discombobulated. For a moment he felt as though he existed in two places simultaneously. There he was, lying on a bed of blue protoplasm and looking up at a girl made of the same substance straddling his body. Within her body he saw an expanding silvery bubble and on its surface was a distorted, funhouse-mirror reflection of his face. And there he was, floating in a giant bubble and looking down at a naked man lying in a mass of transparent blue jelly. The man’s body trembled as if volcanic activity was rumbling away beneath the surface of its quivering form.
The disorientation passed and John realised with horror he’d been stranded in the wrong existence. He was no longer looking up at the gelatinous body of the slime girl; he was staring out from a jelly prison at a naked body that slowly ceased movement.
His body.
He was staring at his naked body as it lay limply within her like a toy with all the batteries pulled out.
He understood then. They were wrong. It wasn’t the semen she sought but what could be loosened and sucked out with it. He’d been wrong about a great many things. They all had.
The bubble began to shrink around him.
The experimental subject designated HA-001 sighed in satisfaction. She oozed back to her tank and climbed back inside.
She was in no hurry to escape. Not yet. It wasn’t the right time.
She settled inside, closed her eyes and rested in blissful torpor as she digested the soul inside her.
No, she would be patient. They’d let her know when the moment was right. And then she would feast.
She did wonder why the other human had left her tank open though.
Danielle Sullivan presented the agent with a flash drive containing the camera footage from the lab between 21:30 and 23:00. The man plugged it into his computer and checked the footage. He nodded.
“He’s in a vegetative state, just like the other one,” Sullivan said.
The agent nodded. “We thought that might happen.”
“It’s unfortunate,” Sullivan said. “But better him than an American citizen.”
The man nodded. He fast forwarded through the footage, checking everything was present.
“The film should be everything our scientists need,” Sullivan said. “I’m assuming they’re going to study it in order to work out how we can best combat Subject HA-001 and others like it.”
The agent looked up at her. “Oh no. The commander has a huge goo girl fetish. As soon as he found out about Subject HA-001 he demanded we make a tape of her in action.”
Sullivan’s mouth fell open.
The agent said nothing more as he finished checking the footage. He unplugged the flash drive and walked away with it. Sullivan watched him go.
He was yanking her chain with a silly joke, same as those stupid boys. That’s what it was.
Wasn’t it?
As per the usual plug, if you enjoyed this story there are some books I can recommend for you. There will not be a new collection out this month as it's not complete to a standard I'm happy with (see post below). The rest of those stories will come out a little later when I've had a chance to get more on top of things.
Here's one for the slime girl fans anyway:
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A Real-Life Goo Girl
“I’m telling you, it’s a real fetish,” John Sanjust said.
John and Mario Vailati stood on a metal gantry overlooking a large, circular glass tank.
“Nah, you’re yanking my chain,” Vailati said.
“Rule 34. If it exists, there is porn of it somewhere on the internet.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Google it,” John said. “You’ll find tons of pictures.”
“I don’t get it. What’s the appeal in having sex with what’s basically a giant amoeba?”
Below them, Subject HA-001 moved around the inside of the tank in a series of undulating waves.
John shrugged. “Beats me. It’s out there though.”
“I mean, think about it,” Vailati said. “It would probably feel like shoving your cock into a beaker of cold snot. How is that sexy?”
“I bet there are websites for that as well,” John said.
Subject HA-001’s upper body pressed up against the lid of the tank. Twin bulges of what were perfect facsimiles of human breasts, right down to the perky nipples, squashed up against the glass. She stared up at them and kissed the glass with full, bee-stung lips.
John would have thought the mimicry incredible . . . if there was any subject being copied. Subject HA-001 had taken on the body shape of a typical male fantasy—tall and busty, ridiculously well-stacked, like a Pamela Anderson or Kim Kardashian—and no-one knew how or why. Well, the top half of her was a male fantasy. The bottom half swelled out into a soft, undifferentiated blob of protoplasm. She was a human-sized amoeba with transparent light-blue skin. John didn’t need to possess a PhD to know she—it—shouldn’t exist.
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t mind shoving your dick up between those puppies,” he said.
“Language!” Danielle Sullivan shouted up from the monitors below. “This is a place of serious work. I will not have potty mouths in my laboratory.”
“Sorry, Mom,” John said.
It was a team joke. Danielle Sullivan was middle-aged and chunky. Blonde curls framed a round, homely face. She was from the American Midwest and about as conservative as they came. Until he’d met her, John hadn’t thought people like Sullivan existed outside of lazy parodies of American culture. He’d even made an ill-advised quip about it not long after they’d been introduced.
“I didn’t think it possible for biologists to come out of your neck of the woods. I thought they were still having problems accepting the Theory of Evolution,” he’d joked, poorly.
“We’re not all gun-toting crazy whahoos,” she’d said. “And where’s your top hat and tails—left them back in London did you.”
Touché.
Sullivan might have sounded like she was more at home baking apple pies, but she was a fastidious and highly efficient researcher, if a little unimaginative. That was both the positive and negative of her military background. John suspected that was why he’d been brought in. It was easy to joke about that classic oxymoron, American Intelligence, but they knew enough to seek out someone who could think outside of the box.
Unfortunately, this little problem required being able to think a little further than outside of the box. A lot further . . .
* * * *
The lab went into lockdown at 9:45pm on a Tuesday evening. John was working late and the only person in the lab. He was studying images from the electron microscope when a warning flashed up on his monitor screen informing him of a containment breach and that the lab was entering lockdown mode.
If this was a film or videogame there would have been flashing lights and wailing sirens. That was because films and videogames were designed to generate excitement. In a dangerous lab environment excitement was a bad thing. Personnel needed to think clearly and fast, and flashing lights and blaring alarms were not conducive to clear and rational thought. No doubt an alarm was going off somewhere and highly trained personnel were springing into action, but John, despite being in the lab, was superfluous now. The breach had been detected and the doors would have been locked and sealed the moment it was detected.
John sat in eerie silence and looked at the polite warning message flashing on his computer screen. He wondered if they’d let him compose a final email to his mother back in London.
* * * *
John had been in Miami for a conference on protists when the US military had made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. It was his first paper since receiving his PhD and he wasn’t sure what interest the US military had in “Cytoskeletal Features that aid Oxygen Diffusion in Large Protists”. Some amoeba, like the infamous brain-eating amoeba, Naegleria fowleri, were hazardous to human health, but John’s area of expertise was the giant amoeba, Chaos carolinensis, and they were harmless . . . unless you happened to be a diatom or similarly microscopic organism.
He’d assumed there’d been a mistake and told them so.
“You are an expert in gaseous absorption and transfer in single-celled organisms?” Vailati had asked him. This was before John knew who Dr Mario Vailati was. Back then he’d been another nondescript man with thinning grey hair and a lab coat.
“Well, yes”
He had been studying it for the past three and a half years.
Then you’re exactly the person we want.
“Why not Professor Robert Feldherr? He’s the expert in this field and he lives in this state.”
“Professor Feldherr doesn’t have the requisite personality traits for this project.”
That was from the military type in the smart uniform who looked as stiff as a shop mannequin. Translated from military-speak what he really meant was: Professor Feldherr is old, knows his own mind, and is far less likely to follow orders without question than a fresh-faced young limey. That was John Sanjust. They wanted him for his expertise, but also because they knew he’d be easier to control than an irascible old professor.
* * * *
John hoped it was a false alarm. He would have prayed as well, but he was an atheist and couldn’t see the point.
He knew there were two critical fail-safes. The first pumped super-cooled gas into the room, dropping the temperature down to around -190 °C in a few seconds and turning the whole lab into a giant ice box. That was if they wanted to preserve and retrieve any of the samples.
If they weren’t interested in retaining anything, or were really scared of further breaches, the second system was set up to incinerate the contents of the lab.
He’d thought it sounded excessive when they’d described the system to him. This was before he’d seen Subject HA-001 . . .
* * * *
“What kind of experiment is this?” John’s voice had been full of awe, and fear.
Part of Subject HA-001 clearly resembled a young woman. Blue, transparent, but unmistakably a young woman. Initially he’d wondered if a horrific accident had taken place, or—worse—equally horrific human experimentation.
He wasn’t on the right planet.
“That information is classified,” the young soldier escorting them said.
“She’s from another world,” Vailati said.
The younger soldier looked at Vailati and was about to say something.
“Oh shut it,” Vailati said. “Dr Sanjust is here to carry out research on our behalf. He can’t do that effectively if he isn’t aware of all the facts.”
Chastened, the young soldier stepped back out of the conversation.
“From another dimension, to be more specific,” Vailati continued. “I’m sure you’ve already noticed the excessive security at this facility. You’ll be happy to know it’s not because we’re manufacturing weapons of mass destruction.”
“That’s a relief,” Vailati said.
“Our physicists found a way to punch a hole between dimensions. On the other side of the complex is a stable gateway to another world. We’ve been sending people through for the past few months. They’ve even established bases on the other side.”
John’s jaw dropped open.
“This is a little unexpected,” he said. “I guess that means we’ve just gone past the opportunity for me to turn this job down.”
“Sorry, kiddo. Once you’re in, you’re in. None of the people we asked ever wanted out at this point anyway,” Vailati said with a twinkle in his eye.
“Who would,” John said. “What scientist would turn down an opportunity like this? Have you been through?” he asked.
Vailati shook his head.
“I was scheduled to, and then something happened. We found life.”
* * * *
John stared at the computer monitor. His hands trembled and his palms felt moist.
Cut it out, he thought. They were not going to freeze him into an icicle—or nuke him into a pile of ashes—unless they were absolutely sure there had been a hazardous containment breach. And then only as an absolute last resort.
He checked the internal messaging system. He messaged the first name on duty. They didn’t get back to him and neither did the next five names he tried.
Presumably that was protocol. Don’t speak to the poor sucker you might have to incinerate.
Stop it! It was probably a false alarm. No one was replying because they were too busy running diagnostic checks and hunting for whatever software glitch had flipped the alarm.
John left messages asking for clarification. Then he tapped an icon and brought up the feed from the internal lab cams. He knew CCTV covered the whole of the interior of the lab. One lunch break he and Vailati had laughed while watching the prim and proper Sullivan pick her nose when she thought no one was watching. Sometimes the littlest of things pleased the biggest of minds. John cycled through the images until he found a camera with a view of the tank.
Fuck.
John’s blood turned to icy slush. It wasn’t a software glitch. The circular tank with walls of reinforced glass was empty.
Subject HA-001 was out.
* * * *
Gaseous exchange, John had pedantically told his fellow students during a Student Union screening of The Blob. That was the reason why The Blob, Caltiki or any other B-movie blob monster couldn’t possibly exist. Single-celled amoebae never grew larger than a few microns for a good reason. Any bigger and oxygen wouldn’t be able to penetrate the tissues fast enough to keep the organism alive. This was why complex organisms had complex circulatory systems.
It was also why human beings tended to die when they were shot full of holes and all the red stuff leaked out.
“I know, it shouldn’t be alive,” Vailati said as they’d studied Subject HA-001 for the first time. “From what I’ve heard there are quite a few shouldn’t be’s over in H-space. The physicists postulated the laws of physics work slightly differently on the other side of the gate. None of our electronics function properly when we take them through.
“But wouldn’t the same apply for alien life forms brought back into our world?” John said.
“That’s one theory. Professor Michel and Doctor Pendleton were firmly opposed to bringing Subject HA-001 back. They thought it would disintegrate into a puddle of goo the moment it entered our universe. As you can see, they were wrong.”
John could see. Subject HA-001 stood—if such a word could be used—up against the reinforced wall of the tank. Her palms and large round breasts were pressed up against the glass.
* * * *
John accessed the environmental controls from his computer. He couldn’t override lockdown and wouldn’t if he could.
That surprised him. He’d thought of himself and Vailati as a pair of lovable goofballs in a world full of straight-arrow stiffs. He hadn’t really thought of himself as a sacrifice-for-the-greater-good sort of bloke. Sullivan, yes, he could see it. She’d happily pour petrol over herself and light a match while singing “The Star-Spangled Banner” if she thought it would aid her country.
This wasn’t even his country.
It didn’t matter. They couldn’t risk HA-001 escaping. He knew all about invasive species. If it got out, made it down into the sewers and started to reproduce they might never be able to eradicate it. He wasn’t exactly relishing the prospect of being flash-frozen into an ice cube—or incinerated—but he saw the logic of it. One life versus the lives of many was a simple equation. He’d make the same call if it was him outside.
It didn’t have to come to that anyway. Not if he could take control of the situation in here first.
He accessed the environmental controls and turned the lights down as low as they would go while still providing him enough illumination to see by. Subject HA-001 was mildly phosphorescent. It glowed blue in the dark. Turning the lights down would give him the best chance of spotting it before . . .
* * * *
No one knew what Subject HA-001 had done to PFC Trey Sandoval in the fifteen minutes or so between her surprising and overwhelming him, and her eventual capture at the hands of PFC Sandoval’s squad. The eyewitness reports were conflicting and confused. One had sworn Subject HA-001 was trying to eat PFC Sandoval. Another was convinced she was trying to mate with him. The facts shorn of conjecture were this: They’d found Sandoval naked and lying on his back with his body partially engulfed by Subject HA-001. Thinking there still might be a chance to save him his squad-mates had resisted the trigger impulse to start blasting away. Instead, one of them, CPL Rutan, had taken careful aim and put a bullet through what they thought was Subject HA-001’s head. The bullet passed straight through and didn’t do anything other than attract Subject HA-001’s attention.
“She turned and gave me a look like the one my ex-wife used to give me every night I came back home late and drunk,” Rutan told them.
It had been SFC Cederlund’s idea to use a fire extinguisher.
“Worked in The Blob,” he’d told them afterwards.
It worked here as well. Subject HA-001 did not like cold. It caused her to contract, slow down, and finally become dormant.
At first they’d thought they’d saved PFC Sandoval. Outwardly his tissues and exposed skin showed no signs of damage from being surrounded by Subject HA-001. They’d even joked about PFC Sandoval’s large and noticeable erection.
This was before the other reports of aggressive sexual behaviour from H-space life forms had started to come in.
Apparently it took two hours for Sandoval’s erection to subside. Most of the ribald jokes had faded away by then. Sandoval was still out cold and nothing anyone did was able to revive him. He was alive and breathing, but appeared to be in some kind of coma. The doctors didn’t know how to wake him because they couldn’t understand how HA-001 had induced the coma in the first place. They’d scanned Sandoval’s brain back on Earth and it looked perfectly healthy. Sandoval should have woken with no ill-effects at all. That was a few weeks ago. As far as John was aware, PFC Sandoval was still in the same coma somewhere on the base.
* * * *
John stared at the screen. No reply back from anyone in Security. That was a bad sign. Maybe the decision to flip the switch had already been made and they didn’t want the psychological awkwardness of speaking to the condemned man.
He cycled through the internal cameras. No sign of Subject HA-001. The tank was still empty and the moment Security saw that they would have confirmation the alarms going off wasn’t a glitch.
He had to act first.
John picked up a fire extinguisher and moved cautiously through the lab. The room was completely silent. Red warning messages blinked on monitor screens. He reached the big glass tank at the centre of the lab. He saw no sign of blue phosphorescence. So much for hoping Subject HA-001 had left behind a slime trail.
He advanced to the back of the lab with the fire extinguisher held out before him like a gun.
They didn’t know how smart Subject HA-001 was. John hoped he was wrong, but he suspected the reason they didn’t know how smart HA-001 was because HA-001 didn’t want them to know how smart HA-001 was. This was not a thought that comforted him as he picked his way between the workbenches. Neither was the knowledge he was a single button press away from instantaneous obliteration.
He felt something splatter on his right hand.
* * * *
They’d brought in John because they thought HA-001 was a giant amoeba with an uncanny ability to mimic the human form, and he was the amoeba guy.
HA-001 wasn’t an amoeba. John and Vailati didn’t know what she was. The samples they took from Subject HA-001’s body didn’t help either. They didn’t seem to know what they were either. Sometimes John saw highly complex protein structures he’d never seen before, sometimes he saw strange inorganic compounds, and other times it was just water.
John and Vailati weren’t even sure if HA-001 was alive, at least in the conventional sense.
He couldn’t remember how the incident with his semen in a Petri dish had come about. It had probably been a stupid bet or dare with Vailati. That was how most of these things started.
Vailati had a theory that HA-001’s protean nature indicated she had an unstable genome and needed a constant supply of genetic material in order to replenish herself. As theories went it was wild and woolly, but given they’d spent a solid week in the lab and determined nothing, it was about as good as any other conjecture.
John had gone into one of the cupboards and jacked off onto a Petri dish. They’d placed the Petri dish in the tank and had briefly been excited when HA-001 had sucked it up with a pseudopod. Then they’d felt a little foolish as they realised it didn’t prove anything. She’d have probably done the same with a saucer of milk.
Sullivan had been livid. She thought it was immature hi-jinks and had no place in a serious lab. She’d been even less happy about Vailati’s next proposal.
God knows where Vailati had found his volunteer. John knew the killbot factory training must be hardcore, but this was devotion bordering on the insane. There was no way John would put his naked dick anywhere near HA-001. Somehow Vailati had managed to find a man blindly obedient enough to be willing to do that.
At least Vailati gave some thought to the man’s safety. They partitioned the tank with the volunteer, PV2 Vinnie George, on one side and Subject HA-001 on the other. The only way for her to reach George was by extruding a pseudopod through a small hole in the partition wall. Suspended above that aperture—guillotine-like—was a sharp blade. If they started to lose control of the experiment they would bring the blade down, slicing off HA-001’s appendage. Based on previous experiments, any part of HA-001 separated from the main body quickly liquefied.
Privately John still thought PV2 Vinnie George was less brave than stark-raving bonkers.
HA-001 went straight for the naked man’s cock. She sent a feeler through the aperture and it wrapped around and then enveloped the volunteer soldier’s penis.
“If you feel numbness, a burning sensation or any other kind of discomfort let us know immediately and we’ll terminate the experiment.”
“It feels okay,” George said, looking down at his engulfed member with a degree of stoicism that amazed John. “Kind of nice actually, like she’s—Oh!—” His mouth dropped open in surprise. “—trying to tug me off.”
John saw it as well. Through the transparent blue skin of HA-001’s pseudopod he saw George’s foreskin move back and forth. HA-001’s appendage bunched up as it manipulated George’s cock. She was clearly masturbating him.
He also noted—with some envy—that George was hung like the proverbial horse.
“Oh that feels really good.” George turned to Vailati with a broad grin. “Is she supposed to be jerking me off?”
“If you feel uncomfortable we can terminate the experiment at any time,” Vailati said.
“No no. It’s fine,” George said. “More than fine.”
HA-001 extruded more protoplasm through the aperture and her pseudopod formed a thick, pulsing cuff around George’s erection. John watched the man’s foreskin move back and forth as HA-001 continued to wank the naked soldier. George closed his eyes and started to moan in pleasure.
This was the moment when Sullivan stormed off in a huff.
“Probably more sexual arousal than she gets to see in a year,” John joked with Vailati.
“Uh, I think I’m going to . . .” George didn’t get a chance to finish. His body shuddered and he spurted thick ropes of white semen into HA-001’s slime sheath. She sucked it down, using her pseudopod as if it was a pipe. HA-001 sent more of her body through the aperture, thickening the tentacle connecting her to George’s crotch.
John watched as structures formed within her pseudopod. He frowned. This was something they hadn’t seen before. HA-001’s body was best described as a bag of transparent blue fluid moulded into the shape of a woman. They hadn’t seen any evidence of organelles at either the macro or micro level. They hadn’t even found anything resembling a nucleus.
John watched as colourless rings formed within the clear blue slime. They were plump like transparent doughnuts and slowly pulsed. They settled around George’s cock like a hoops on a post. The volunteer gave a loud gasp. He was hung like a horse, but still, there was no way the explosion of white cum that erupted from the end of his cock could be natural. George shuddered and shivered on the spot. His hips swung loosely back and forth as a river of milky-white cum flowed down the transparent tentacle to HA-001. There was no way a person could produce that much cum, even if they’d been gifted the sex organs of a satyr.
“Shut it,” John said.
Vailati agreed with him. He closed the aperture, slicing off HA-001’s appendage. Separated from the main mass, the pseudopod liquefied and splashed onto the floor of the tank. HA-001 gave a silent sigh of disappointment.
“Whoa, dear fucking Jesus,” George said. He looked about as steady on his feet as a newborn deer. This was a six-foot-plus ogre of a man with a barrel for a chest.
“What did it feel like?” Vailati asked.
“Fucking awesome, doc, if you’ll excuse the language,” George said, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Like the best fucking blowjob ever.”
They did some tests on George afterwards. There seemed to be no ill effects apart from some strange, purely cosmetic, markings on the man’s penis. John had wondered if those transparent doughnut organelles had been in the process of bonding with the man in some way, a process that had been interrupted when they’d terminated the experiment.
“You need me again?” George asked, hopeful, as he’d left the lab area. “I’ll do it again, no problem. Hell, once word gets around you’ll have a big line of grunts outside the door wanting to volunteer.”
That was yesterday.
* * * *
John felt something splatter on his right hand. Like water dripping from the ceiling . . . only he knew it wasn’t water.
He knew how this went. He’d seen it before in countless horror films. He’d look up and there would be the blob, clinging to the ceiling above him. He’d open his mouth to scream, but it would be too late as the blob flopped down on top of him.
John was smarter than that.
He was already diving to his right as a wet mass detached from the ceiling and landed with a splat right where he’d been standing mere moments before.
Unfortunately John was a lab rat who’d never had much time for the exercise field. He was no action-movie gymnast. Action-movie gymnasts also had the advantage of multiple takes. They didn’t have to use the one where they collided with a lab bench, jarred their knee and dropped the one weapon that could save them.
He wasn’t sure it would have done him much good in any case. HA-001 was fast. She sprang back from her fall and was already gushing towards him. His body was lifted up as a surge of protoplasm flowed under him. The soft substance, more solid than the liquid it resembled, bulged up and formed a natural pillow for his head. It happened so fast he didn’t realise he was caught until she was dragging him back to the jiggling main mass of her body.
And he was caught. Just like an insect stuck in amber before it set. He moved his arms and legs back and forth to no discernible effect, like an ungainly frog trying to swim in thick jelly. HA-001 reared up above him and then flopped down on top of him. His sodden clothes were torn off him like wet tissue paper. Breasts like quivering bowls of jelly rested on his chest as she looked down at him and smiled.
“I’ve been looking forward to this moment ever since you gave me a taste of your seed.”
Her speaking didn’t come as much of a surprise to John. He’d suspected for a while she was intelligent enough to hide that intelligence from them. It also gave him a sliver of hope—unlike a mindless amoeboid, she could be reasoned with.
“The whole lab is being monitored,” he said. “If you don’t stop this and go back to your tank they’ll torch the both of us.”
HA-001 shook her head.
“No they won’t,” she said. “I’m too valuable a specimen.”
“Doesn’t matter,” John said. “They won’t risk you escaping. They’ll incinerate everything in here.”
“Who said anything about escaping,” HA-001 said, pursing her lips in an insouciant pout. “After I’ve had my fun with you I’m going to go back to my little tank and continue to play the good little test subject . . . until the time is right.”
Smart enough to reason with, but also smart enough to think several moves ahead.
“What do you mean by fun?” he asked.
HA-001 traced a little circle around his exposed nipple with a molten finger, leaving behind a glistening blue trail that glowed in the gloom.
“Fun,” she said. Her lips plumped up in a suggestive pout. “And I know you want to have fun with me as well. I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way those naughty eyes of yours get stuck on my gooey breasts.”
She sat up until it looked like she was straddling him, but instead of legs her upper body flowed down into an undifferentiated pile of glowing blue jelly. She cupped hands under her enormous boobs like a greengrocer weighing melons.
“Come, touch them. I know you’ve wanted to put your hands on them for a while.”
She plucked his hands out of her sticky mass. John felt curiously non-resistive, as if her glowing body emitted a radiation that sapped away all his energy. He didn’t struggle as she took his hands and pressed them palm-flat against the swell of her breasts.
This was a little weird and not all that unpleasant. In truth he had wondered what it would feel like and wasn’t disappointed as he felt the pressure of her soft boobs against his hand. It reminded him of a conference in Montreal. His colleagues had dragged him off to a strip club afterwards and a statuesque brunette had taken him up to a little cubicle and forced him to put his hands on boobs as big as milk jugs. HA-001 had even larger breasts and there was something about her skin—smooth, soft, warm—that made his own skin crave contact.
John didn’t even mind as his fingers started to sink beneath the surface. It meant more surface area could come into contact with her. His hands sank into the transparent bulge of her breasts until they were embedded up to his wrists. Now her warmth was all around his fingers. He felt quiet pulses run through her gelatinous body, a gentle beat he longed to share.
HA-001 flowed over and around him in delicious little ripples. She straddled him and he was partially engulfed by her gelatinous form. Rather than being a source of terror John found it surprisingly erotic. His cock swelled up in an impressive erection, helped along by HA-001. Her hand felt like it was dripping with warm lubricant as it stroked up and down John’s hard-on.
“I knew you were up for some fun,” she said with a suggestive smile.
John wondered if Security was watching the camera feeds and what they’d make of this. It must look like they were shagging. Of course it would look like they were shagging. She was astride him and he had his hands on—okay, in—her tits. What else would it look like?
Were they fucking?
HA-001 settled in his lap and John’s cock was enveloped by the moist protoplasm of her body. Oh wow. It felt like oil-covered hands with countless fingers slithering up and down his shaft. Or countless warm mouths filled with a multitude of tickling tongues. HA-001 moved up and down on top of him and her motions sent waves undulating through the bed of jelly she’d piled up under John’s naked body. He floated within her and felt like he was drowning in sensual sensation.
Yeah, definitely fucking.
For science, he told himself. Not that pleasure like this needed any excuses.
“I don’t understand,” he said as she rocked and rolled on top of him. “You’re a different species, from a different dimension. This can’t be for procreation.”
“This isn’t for procreation,” HA-001 said. She threw back her head and sighed as she pressed gelatinous hips down on John’s lap. “This is how I feed.”
Okay, so that wasn’t the most romantic of answers, but it did give validity to one of Vailati’s theories.
“The semen?” he said.
They thought HA-001’s genome was unstable and as a result she sought fresh DNA to maintain her own. Semen was packed with sperm and sperm were a delivery mechanism to pass on an organism’s DNA. Semen must be like high-grade oil to her and as a result her species must have evolved to be adept at harvesting semen from other organisms.
Or something like that. It was probably a bollocks theory, but H-space was not exactly conducive to sensible scientific theory. The physicists had it even worse.
Fuck it, who cared when it felt like a hundred willing harlots were all kissing his naked flesh at the same time.
HA-001 rose up and down on top of him and her gelid breasts wobbled around his engulfed hands. Her skin was translucent and John could see his erection sticking up inside her. It was weird seeing it engulfed within her protoplasm. It would have been frightening had it not felt so good. The only melting sensation he felt was the relaxation of really satisfying sex.
Structures started to form within her protoplasm. He’d seen this before in the experiment with PV2 Vinnie George, where she’d produced some kind of intracellular organelles, but at the macro level.
A sliver of concern flittered into John’s thoughts and roosted. No one had been able to rouse PFC Sandoval from the coma his body had fallen into after his encounter with HA-001.
“Listen,” John said. “I don’t mind you sucking up some of my semen, but you need to be careful. The first man you fed off is still in a coma. Something in your biochemistry might have an adverse effect on our physiology.”
HA-001 continued to rise up and down with languid bobs. Her motions caused John to rock and sway within her gelatinous body.
“He didn’t complain,” HA-001 said, “and neither will you.”
Like before, the organelles resembled transparent puffy doughnuts. John’s protests were forestalled as one of them settled over his cock. His mouth dropped open and he quivered uncontrollably in pleasure as the ring stretched to accommodate his glans and then rolled down his twitching shaft. It felt like his cock had just plunged up into a soft, tight orifice. The ring settled down around his root and throbbed pleasurably.
“Wha—?”
John managed that far before a second translucent doughnut settled over his cock and rolled down the shaft. Smiling, HA-001 slowly bobbed up and down on top of him. She puffed another elastic ring around John’s throbbing hard-on while he squirmed and writhed in helpless pleasure.
They’d seen her do this to PV2 George. No wonder he’d been so eager to volunteer again.
A fourth ring wrapped around his cock and little spurt of precum escaped his urethral opening. HA-001 used her protoplasm to suck it off his glans with a contented sigh.
A fifth and sixth ring settled around John’s cock. Only the tip was visible now—half of the mushroom head sticking up out of the top ring. The soft doughnuts contracted and squeezed his whole cock as she masturbated him with a precision that shouldn’t be possible for two species that had never encountered each other throughout their entire evolutionary history.
John really wanted to come. This was too much. He writhed and rocked on her cushion of protoplasm and desperately wanted to jet great torrents of spunk into her molten centre. But he couldn’t come. He didn’t understand it. At this point George had been pissing streams of white stuff into her protoplasm. John felt stuck. Was it those weird doughnut organelles? They contracted in rhythmic undulations around his cock, pumping him like an expert hooker wanking him off.
And still he couldn’t come. Like there was a blockage in there.
HA-001 rubbed his naked sides with her hands. The moist protoplasm of her body followed her motions and slid against his skin in a sensual massage.
“Your sex organs are mine now,” HA-001 said.
She sighed. John’s cock was enveloped by a pleasant feeling of warmth. It felt like the transparent doughnut structures were melting into him, or he melting into them—becoming one single organ.
“I’m bonded to you,” HA-001 said, giving out another little erotic gasp. “Now I control how much pleasure you receive and when you can come.”
Too reinforce the point she gave her rings a little squeeze. Pleasure throbbed through John’s body, but still he couldn’t find the release he craved.
Bonded?
They’d stopped the experiment with PV2 George at this point. Afterwards they’d noticed some markings on the man’s penis, but they hadn’t looked serious and George hadn’t complained of any discomfort.
John’s body flexed and arched on the bouncy bed of protoplasm. The structures within HA-001’s body stroked and squeezed, stimulating him to far past the point of climax while simultaneously denying him release. His hands, still buried within her jelly breasts, clenched and he felt the warm protoplasm of her body squish between his fingers.
HA-001 pouted sexily down at him. Another structure began to form within her body, about where the stomach would be on a human. It started out as a silvery little bubble or vesicle, and then expanded until it was the size of a small melon.
They hadn’t seen this before. An ominous feeling of fear punctured his pleasure. He remembered the original victim, PFC Sandoval. He was still in a hospital bed, little more than a vegetable.
“It’s not compatible with my biochemistry,” he said as the bubble drifted down towards his cock like a spherical jellyfish. “You’re going to put me in a coma.”
HA-001 didn’t seem to care. She swayed up and down on top of him. The transparent rings squeezed and pumped his cock with increasing speed and force. Still John couldn’t come. It was like the bottom ring had pinched his urethra shut and nothing could get past. The pressure in his balls grew and grew.
“I’ll scream and yell out if you don’t stop this,” John warned. “They’ll incinerate the lab if they think there’s no chance of saving me.”
HA-001 said nothing, simply smiled. Her gelatinous breasts pulled his hands in deeper. The molten interior of her body slithered around his fingertips and triggered memories of hands sliding over breasts, of fingers passing over the aroused bumps of nipples, of palms against the smooth skin of a round ass, of digits exploring the moist folds of a lover’s sex. The sensations sprang from his fingertips—memories of pleasures past and wishes of pleasures desired.
The other organelle, the transparent silvery bubble, settled around the head of his cock.
John didn’t scream or yell out.
The gossamer membrane enveloped his glans and a warm, shivery sensation of pleasure flowed into him. He could see his foreskin through the semi-transparent rings. It moved up and down with the motions of HA-001’s body. HA-001 quickened her motions as John’s cock was drawn up into the silvery vesicle. His glans became magnified—distorted—by the bubble’s surface.
It felt like John’s pleasures were magnified as well. He wanted to come. Needed to come. His balls felt on the verge of bursting. If only he could get past that . . .
And then the obstruction was gone. John’s whole body sang with relief as his hips bucked and he ejaculated. His milky-white semen puffed out in a dense white cloud within the silvery bubble. It wasn’t enough for the slime girl. The bubble expanded and throbbed like the bell of a jellyfish around the end of his cock. The rings bounced up and down as if milking him.
“Now I feed,” HA-001 sighed, her eyes half-closed.
The stimulus was too much. The ejaculation kept going. John was helpless to resist as he poured semen into her.
Poured everything.
It was a torrent uprooting everything in its path, including John. His mind felt like it had come adrift from his body. It spun and swirled as if caught in a great whirlpool, turning round and round until John felt completely discombobulated. For a moment he felt as though he existed in two places simultaneously. There he was, lying on a bed of blue protoplasm and looking up at a girl made of the same substance straddling his body. Within her body he saw an expanding silvery bubble and on its surface was a distorted, funhouse-mirror reflection of his face. And there he was, floating in a giant bubble and looking down at a naked man lying in a mass of transparent blue jelly. The man’s body trembled as if volcanic activity was rumbling away beneath the surface of its quivering form.
The disorientation passed and John realised with horror he’d been stranded in the wrong existence. He was no longer looking up at the gelatinous body of the slime girl; he was staring out from a jelly prison at a naked body that slowly ceased movement.
His body.
He was staring at his naked body as it lay limply within her like a toy with all the batteries pulled out.
He understood then. They were wrong. It wasn’t the semen she sought but what could be loosened and sucked out with it. He’d been wrong about a great many things. They all had.
The bubble began to shrink around him.
* * * *
The experimental subject designated HA-001 sighed in satisfaction. She oozed back to her tank and climbed back inside.
She was in no hurry to escape. Not yet. It wasn’t the right time.
She settled inside, closed her eyes and rested in blissful torpor as she digested the soul inside her.
No, she would be patient. They’d let her know when the moment was right. And then she would feast.
She did wonder why the other human had left her tank open though.
* * * *
Danielle Sullivan presented the agent with a flash drive containing the camera footage from the lab between 21:30 and 23:00. The man plugged it into his computer and checked the footage. He nodded.
“He’s in a vegetative state, just like the other one,” Sullivan said.
The agent nodded. “We thought that might happen.”
“It’s unfortunate,” Sullivan said. “But better him than an American citizen.”
The man nodded. He fast forwarded through the footage, checking everything was present.
“The film should be everything our scientists need,” Sullivan said. “I’m assuming they’re going to study it in order to work out how we can best combat Subject HA-001 and others like it.”
The agent looked up at her. “Oh no. The commander has a huge goo girl fetish. As soon as he found out about Subject HA-001 he demanded we make a tape of her in action.”
Sullivan’s mouth fell open.
The agent said nothing more as he finished checking the footage. He unplugged the flash drive and walked away with it. Sullivan watched him go.
He was yanking her chain with a silly joke, same as those stupid boys. That’s what it was.
Wasn’t it?
THE END
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