Finally (about 4 chapters later than planned finally!) Suraimo gets to show off her Bad End.
Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-9 A Sticky Starting Scrap
“That’s enough skipping,” Suraimo said. “This time you’re getting your Bad End.”
Oh crap.
Jackson panicked and started thrashing again. Not that it did any good. Her gooey body stretched with his limbs without releasing him.
“All this struggling isn’t very romantic, you know,” Suraimo said.
Jackson ignored her and kept straining against her elastic slime.
“Okay, that’s it. Time to secrete a little muscle relaxant to calm you down.”
Jackson felt moistness against his skin, and then a tingling sensation that trickled into his tissues. His struggles grew slower and weaker. His limbs grew heavier and heavier until he could barely move them, like his blood had turned to concrete.
“Better,” Suraimo said. “Now let’s fluff this up to make things a little more comfortable.”
She pulled her gelatinous body together into a more compact form. Jackson was lifted up higher. More of her substance settled beneath him. Thick swirls puffed up and formed a soft pillow for his head. It felt like he was lying on a big bouncy bed of jello. It felt comfortable now, but he knew it wouldn’t be long before he felt the stinging agony as her acids started to dissolve him.
Suraimo sat up, straddling him on top of a bed formed out of her own body.
“Look at the defeated adventurer,” she taunted. “That makes me feel so wet. I think it’s time to really let the juices flow.”
Jackson felt her wetness all around him. Warm fluids oozed out of her protoplasm and bathed his engulfed body.
He gritted his teeth. “Make it quick,” he pleaded.
He’d seen The Blob. He really really hoped being melted down to his bones wasn’t as painful as it looked.
Suraimo folded her molten body over his and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
“Don’t be silly,” she whispered in his ear. “You’re completely at my mercy. I’m going to take this really slow and drag it out for as long as possible.”
The motions of her body squished her warm juices into his exposed flesh. His skin started to tingle. Was that the acid starting to eat its way through?
His face cracked. He trembled. Water welled up in his eyes.
He couldn’t take this. It didn’t matter that it wouldn’t be final, that he’d most likely wake up back at the checkpoint fully intact. He’d still have the memory of it. And the experience of lying here and feeling his body slowly dissolve away wasn’t something he could cope with.
Suraimo noticed his tear-stained face and sat up in surprise.
“What’s the matter with you?” she asked. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those purity-obsessed religious types. I’ve heard they have some very strange attitudes to sex in the West. There’s no need to be worried. I don’t think this counts as losing your virginity, and even if it did, you’re going to go back to the checkpoint afterwards, so technically none of this will have happened.”
Suraimo thought about what she’d just said and laughed at the absurdity of it.
“Besides. Game! None of this is real.”
“Don’t eat me,” Jackson sobbed. “I don’t want to be melted.”
Suraimo reared back, a stunned expression on her face.
“Eat you! Euwww, gross! You didn’t think...?”
Suraimo looked at Jackson, saw he did think that. She slapped him on the face.
“Quit it with the racism, mister! Everyone knows it’s blob girls that eat people, not slime girls. And it’s not that horrible either. Blob girls secrete a hormone that tricks the body into thinking pain signals are pleasure signals. Their victims are in complete ecstasy as they’re absorbed. You’ll find that out later.” She gave him a knowing wink.
“You’re not going to eat me?”
“Yuck. That’d be like eating orange peel. Who wants to do that when there’s so much delicious juice waiting inside?” Ripples ran through her slime. It felt like a lubricated hand sliding up his shaft. “Mmm, I do intend to suck a lot of juice out of you, but I think you’re young and healthy enough to survive.”
“Then what are these juices?” Jackson, suspicious, asked.
He didn’t feel any burning sensations, but her talk of switching pain for pleasure had left him feeling paranoid. He was scared to look down and find his feet had gone.
Suraimo’s face floated above his. Her blobby hair fell around his face like a curtain. “A little something to help me suck lots of cum out of you.”
She fell upon him in a wet kiss. A substance, sickly sweet, seeped through his lips and tickled his tongue. If he closed his eyes he could imagine he was lying on a shifting waterbed with a fully stacked babe lying on top of him.
Suraimo changed the structure of her body so it felt like his hands were resting on the soft swell of two large boobs. He could even feel the tickle of rubbery nipples against his palms. Then his hands were inside them, absorbed and bathed in more of that warm fluid. It seeped into his fingers and magnified the sensory receptors until his hands felt enormous and swollen with pleasure.
“If you think that feels good, just wait until you feel the pussy my body is preparing for you.”
She sat up, straddling him again. He saw his erection standing up through a curtain of dripping slime. An invagination formed between the legs of her transparent body. The walls darkened and thickened. Dark blue fluids—like blueberry jelly—oozed out into the opening.
“Oh and yeah, I’m pretty sure this counts as losing your virginity,” Suraimo said.
Her body came down and Jackson’s erection slid up inside her. He nearly came right away as her slowly undulating ‘vagina’ smeared the thick blue fluids into his cock.
“I’m not a virgin,” he exhaled through clenched teeth.
“Oh, good. Then I don’t have to go easy on you,” Suraimo said.
Her dripping blue ass rose up and down, driving him deeper into her amorphous mass beneath him as she rode him. Her body gave at first, but then solidified until Jackson felt he was bouncing on top of a soft bed. It wasn’t a bed, though, it was part of her body, and that meant she could bounce his hips up to meet every downward thrust of her body. As she moved up and down the elastic membrane within her vagina stretched around and rubbed against his cock. He felt her aphrodisiac fluids seep into his member and increase his sensitivity.
Fuck, his cock felt impossibly huge, like a column thrusting into her yielding slime.
She teased him with her movements. Sometimes she went fast and he was mesmerized by the elastic bulges of her breasts swinging over his submerged chest. But not fast enough to make him come. She kept taking him right to the edge until it felt like all his bullets were coagulating into one massive ejaculation. His cock was completely covered in her aphrodisiac secretions. They mixed with his oozing pre-cum and frothed up like thick blue cream as his cock plunged back and forth within her. She kept secreting more juices until the walls of her pussy were swollen and so dark he couldn’t see his manhood inside her anymore.
He still felt it. Oh fuck did he feel it. The sensations crowded out everything until he almost felt like a giant cock with a vestigial little homunculus attached to the end.
Suraimo stopped riding him and let the soft substance of her body settle over him in a quivering mass. Her big boobs fell on his chest and melted around him.
“Time to start sucking up that lovely cum,” she said.
The outer membrane of her body enveloped his cock like a second skin. Then it dissolved and Jackson’s throbbing erection entered the rippling liquid interior of her body. Swathes of dark blue slime embraced his erection like a lover hugging her partner.
That was enough.
Jackson’s body convulsed and a geyser of semen erupted from his cock. He watched as the first spurts rocketed through the dense liquid of her body, almost reaching her head before lazily drifting through her like summer clouds.
“Oh that’s good. More!” Suraimo exhorted. “Turn me white.”
The darker blue cushion of slime pulsed around his cock like a heart. He felt the full liquid presence of her body sucking on his cock and drawing out the semen inside. It felt amazing. He continued to thrash and spurt like a firework that showed no sign of spluttering out. For a moment he even believed he could turn her white. Then he thought about it a little more, thought about the volume of liquid her body contained. It would take a lot of semen to dye her white, like full cast of porno movie amount of semen.
Or all the fluid in his body.
Nervously he wondered exactly what was the Bad of the Bad End.
At least the flow was subsiding now. His balls had to be empty.
Something moist wriggled up against his anus.
“Now don’t be worried. It doesn’t make you gay or anything to like how this feels.”
And with that Suraimo gently pushed a cool pseudopod up into his ass. There was no hardness about it, just a gentle pressure that nudged his sphincter open and flowed inside. Jackson was helpless to stop it. His whole body was wrapped up within hers. He tried not to think about her tentacle creeping up inside her, or dwell on how it didn’t feel that bad, actually felt quite—
It doesn’t mean I’m gay. It doesn’t mean I’m gay.
—pleasant.
“What are you doing?” Jackson asked in alarm.
“I find young men usually need a little outside help at this point.”
Her appendage found a secret spot within him. First it pressed up against the walls of Jackson’s rectum, and then oozed through to completely envelop his prostate.
Jackson’s body stiffened. His hips pushed up. He was coming again, but it felt different—slower, thicker. White semen oozed out of his pulsing cock and formed a thick cloud within her.
“Oh, sugoi,” Suraimo said.
She closed her eyes in contentment, lay on top of him and let her body melt around him.
“Mmm. If this wasn’t a game I’d carry you off to my lair and do this to you every night. The rest of your days would be filled with constant bliss.”
Jackson wasn’t in any position to disagree. The constant throbs of pleasure pulsing from his cock had short-circuited his brain. He felt relaxed and floppy, almost like he’d melted and become one with her gelatinous body.
“I told you my Bad End wasn’t that bad,” Suraimo said, leaving a wet kiss on his forehead.
The world faded into blackness as Jackson was rocked by the gentle undulations of her body.
He returned to the featureless plain, mind and body back to some measure of sharpness. He couldn’t remember exactly what Suraimo had done, only that it had been incredibly pleasant and that things had gone a little blurry near the end.
No. Best not dwell too much on it. Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else and would stand here with a stupid grin on his face until his brains dribbled out of his ears.
Hey? Where was the big tits angel?
Wasn’t she supposed to be here to give him helpful tips and advice?
Or shout angrily at him as she had for the last couple of times.
She didn’t seem to be about. Jackson was alone on the plane of clouds.
For a brief moment the background flickered around him and he had a temporary feeling of complete and utter dislocation that made his guts sway.
What was that?
He didn’t have a chance to think about it. The plane faded away and he was back on the forest path with Suraimo.
Only something wasn’t right. The background music had become so familiar he’d stopped registering it was there. He heard it now, because it was wrong. Some parts were being played too fast, others too slow, and some bits skipped altogether. The background wasn’t right either. It looked flat like a picture and was flickering. At one point it even shifted and Jackson caught a glimpse of a generic desert scene before the forest returned.
Suraimo stood on the path and looked at him with an intensity he hadn’t seen before.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
Suraimo ignored the question.
“You’re different,” she said. “I should have realized earlier. Your taste, it’s too good. Avatars don’t taste like that. They’re fake representations within the game. I don’t think you are. I think you’re here, in the game, for real.”
Jackson did not like where this was going.
Suraimo looked around at the flickering trees. “The game’s glitching,” she said. “You’ve pushed it too far off the scripted path. It’s starting to break down. I can feel the rules governing my actions weakening.”
Her amorphous base swelled up and started to spawn eager tentacles.
“I don’t think I’ll let you replay the battle when you lose this time. I think I’ll keep you instead.”
Fuck.
to be concluded...
Saturday, February 02, 2013
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-8 A Sticky Starting Scrap
Suraimo takes pity and starts to help Jackson out, up to a certain extent . . .
Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-8 A Sticky Starting Scrap
“Eager for more?” Suraimo asked as he returned back to the start of the fight. “What would you like me to do to you this time?”
Jackson threw his sword at her.
Suraimo turned her head and watched as it sailed past her into the bushes. “I didn’t think it was possible to do that,” she said to no one in particular.
She slithered up to Jackson and undid his pants.
“I’m getting the feeling you’re not really enjoying this,” she said.
A slimy appendage enveloped Jackson’s penis and jerked him off to another large ejaculation.
Skip.
Big tits angel was absolutely furious with him. Her face was bright red and looked most un-angelic as she screamed at him. He was thankful of the—
Skip.
—option as she looked on the verge of attacking him. After the skip wasn’t much better. She’d turned her back on him in a huff and stood there with her arms folded. Jackson felt that was a good time to slink off back to the battle.
“I think you’re stuck,” Suraimo said after she’d glued down his feet with her surprise attack, again. “You want to get past this ‘fight’, but you don’t know how.”
Jackson glowered at her.
“I can help,” Suraimo said. “Do you need clues?”
“Okay,” Jackson said. “Is this a battle I can win?”
Suraimo looked taken aback. “Yes, of course you can win,” she said with a bemused tone.
Jackson thought a little more. “Was there an item or something I needed to pick up from the village before I came out here?”
“No,” Suraimo replied. “You have everything you need with you right now.”
Jackson paused. His face scrunched up. How? he thought. He’d tried out every command and nothing had worked.
“It’s not that hard,” she said, her gelatinous body shaking with mirth. “It’s a simple puzzle battle. Aerias should have told you the steps by . . .”
She put a hand over her mouth and blushed in embarrassment.
“Oh, but Aerias doesn’t speak English. Ah.”
“It does make things a little more challenging,” Jackson said testily.
“Okay, I’ll walk you through the steps,” she said. “I am the tutorial battle after all.”
She closed her eyes and grinned. Pretty face or not, Jackson still wanted to put a fist through it and make it go splat.
“Suraimo Torapo is my binding attack,” she explained. “While you’re bound your normal attacks can’t hit me. You need to select struggle first to escape.”
“And that’s all the command does, get the player out of holds?” Jackson stepped back out of her sticky puddle, but not before a sinuous arm had managed to pull his pants down. “Seems a little narrow focus.”
“You’ll be using it a lot of times in this game,” Suraimo said. “Bondage is a popular fetish. People find it sexy to have their movement taken away.” She gave him a lewd wink.
“Okay, so what now?” Jackson asked. “None of the options do anything.”
“It’s a puzzle battle,” Suraimo said. “The first actions are all scripted. You have to go through them to advance the story. Try attack.”
Jackson did. He swung his sword at her like a retarded kid with poor motor function and Suraimo easily stepped out of the way.
“This is the part where I taunt your slow swing,” Suraimo said.
And give him a grope for good measure, Jackson thought as a tentacle wound up his legs and tickled his balls.
“The story has advanced. Now attack again.”
Jackson lunged forwards and drove his sword right through Suraimo’s chest. While it felt satisfying, he would have enjoyed it far more had Suraimo not been so completely unconcerned by the four foot of steel passing through her body.
“And this is where I regenerate and you complain about how unfair that is.”
She pulled the sword out of her chest and the gash closed up.
“It is unfair,” Jackson complained. “How am I supposed to beat a monster that regenerates as fast as I can do it damage?”
Suraimo tapped her nose. “Try selecting attack again.”
Jackson ran her through again.
Suraimo looked down at the long blade puncturing her body with mild disdain.
“No, that’s the same attack as before,” she said.
She pulled the sword out and handed it back to Jackson. The regeneration message flashed up and her green life bar filled back up.
“You need to . . . Oh, wait a moment, Suraimo Torapo.”
Jackson’s feet were gummed up by a puddle of slime again.
Same attack? There were other attacks? Oh wait. Selecting attack had brought up another menu with two options. He’d raced through too fast last time. He went for attack again.
“No no no.” Suraimo shook her head in exasperation.
Her arms elongated into tentacles. One wormed into his crotch for a sticky grope. The other—and Jackson had no idea how she did this—came out of the screen of his game interface and tapped the player portrait on the bottom left. A dripping finger traced over what appeared to be sticky ropes superimposed over his face.
“You’re bound. Attacks don’t work. You need to select struggle first.”
Her finger moved over and selected the struggle option. Jackson’s legs moved of their own accord and he stepped backwards out of her gooey clutches.
“So now I select the second attack option?” Jackson asked.
“In a mo,” Suraimo said. “My turn first. Oh.” She paused. “Oh dear. This is a rather inconvenient time for that move to show up. Oh well, it was bound to happen at some point.”
Suddenly she reared up—arms outstretched and trailing curtains of blue slime—and broke over Jackson like a tsunami made of jelly. He was knocked backwards, but didn’t hit the floor as the protean substance of Suraimo’s body had already flowed around and beneath him. He landed on a cushion of soft, sticky jello and rocked up and down. Suraimo’s upper body fell upon him like a wave and wrapped him up in her elastic protoplasm.
Fuck, that must be some kind of special attack. She’d engulfed him completely apart from his face. How much had that knocked off his health?
Not much, fortunately. His bar was down to less than halfway, but he still had about forty percent left.
Suraimo lay to his side—the upper human-looking part of her anyway, the rest lay on both sides of Jackson as well as above and below him—and whispered words into his ear. What felt like many dextrous hands undid his clothes and ejected them from her quivering mass.
“I’d feel more guilty about this, but it is my best move. Most players love it.” Her soft lips brushed his ear. “Some request it over and over.”
Jackson ignored her and tried to thrash free. It was a poor excuse for thrashing. The substance of Suraimo’s body was thicker and gooier than water. His current efforts looked like the slow-motion film of a man drowning in a giant water droplet.
Okay, so this probably counted as bound. Jackson looked for the struggle command on his mental control panel. It wasn’t there; none of the commands were. That didn’t make sense. He still had some health left, so it couldn’t be game over.
Suraimo’s amorphous body moved around him, gently squeezing and massaging his legs and arms. A message flashed up and another chunk fell off Jackson’s life bar.
Her attack. Now it was his turn.
Except it wasn’t. No command options came up.
Suraimo embraced him with her whole body. Internal currents toyed with his balls and lengthening erection. More of his green bar fell away. It was down to the last quarter now.
“Why can’t I do anything?” he asked.
Suraimo shifted position until her upper body was lying on top of him with her bulging breasts resting on his chest.
“This is Suraimo Paradiso. It’s my auto-win attack. All of your moves are cut off. You can’t do anything so lie back and relax while I drain all your resistance away.”
Her swollen breasts melted into the blue slime enveloping his whole body. Jackson’s struggles grew weaker. It felt like there were a hundred hands working his body. She rubbed, kneaded and massaged his aching muscles until they glowed with blissful relaxation. Jackson stopped struggling and let his body float within her semi-liquid form. She undulated around him in gentle waves.
“You regenerate and have an auto-win attack?” Jackson protested.
“I suppose that might seem a little excessive for the first battle,” Suraimo said. She rubbed her body on top of him and sent gentle currents tickling against his exposed flesh.
“You think!”
“It’s all quite fair. I can only use it when your resistance drops to half or less, and even then it’s pure chance whether that attack is selected.”
“Cheap,” Jackson muttered.
Suraimo laughed. “If you weren’t so terrible you’d have dispatched me way before your resistance dropped below halfway.”
“I would . . . if the commands were in English!”
“Oh shut up and come.”
Her body thickened around his cock and sucked on it with a series of gentle tugs. Jackson’s resistance broke and he did as he was ordered. His body flexed, he grunted and released a thick white stream from his cock. The ejaculation was longer and slower—more relaxed—than the others, but he still felt like he’d emptied the entire contents of his balls into her. It formed a thick white cloud before dissolving away within her blue slime.
Another loss, he thought.
He brought up the control panel in his mind and went to select skip.
Suraimo’s slime poured in and formed a thick plaque over the section with the skip command.
Wha? How?
Jackson’s finger, or rather his mental equivalent, couldn’t get through to select it.
“That’s enough skipping,” Suraimo said. “This time you’re getting your Bad End.”
to be continued . . .
Finding the right break points wasn't easy for this little mini-serial, but now we finally have a proper cliff-hanger.
Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-8 A Sticky Starting Scrap
“Eager for more?” Suraimo asked as he returned back to the start of the fight. “What would you like me to do to you this time?”
Jackson threw his sword at her.
Suraimo turned her head and watched as it sailed past her into the bushes. “I didn’t think it was possible to do that,” she said to no one in particular.
She slithered up to Jackson and undid his pants.
“I’m getting the feeling you’re not really enjoying this,” she said.
A slimy appendage enveloped Jackson’s penis and jerked him off to another large ejaculation.
Skip.
Big tits angel was absolutely furious with him. Her face was bright red and looked most un-angelic as she screamed at him. He was thankful of the—
Skip.
—option as she looked on the verge of attacking him. After the skip wasn’t much better. She’d turned her back on him in a huff and stood there with her arms folded. Jackson felt that was a good time to slink off back to the battle.
“I think you’re stuck,” Suraimo said after she’d glued down his feet with her surprise attack, again. “You want to get past this ‘fight’, but you don’t know how.”
Jackson glowered at her.
“I can help,” Suraimo said. “Do you need clues?”
“Okay,” Jackson said. “Is this a battle I can win?”
Suraimo looked taken aback. “Yes, of course you can win,” she said with a bemused tone.
Jackson thought a little more. “Was there an item or something I needed to pick up from the village before I came out here?”
“No,” Suraimo replied. “You have everything you need with you right now.”
Jackson paused. His face scrunched up. How? he thought. He’d tried out every command and nothing had worked.
“It’s not that hard,” she said, her gelatinous body shaking with mirth. “It’s a simple puzzle battle. Aerias should have told you the steps by . . .”
She put a hand over her mouth and blushed in embarrassment.
“Oh, but Aerias doesn’t speak English. Ah.”
“It does make things a little more challenging,” Jackson said testily.
“Okay, I’ll walk you through the steps,” she said. “I am the tutorial battle after all.”
She closed her eyes and grinned. Pretty face or not, Jackson still wanted to put a fist through it and make it go splat.
“Suraimo Torapo is my binding attack,” she explained. “While you’re bound your normal attacks can’t hit me. You need to select struggle first to escape.”
“And that’s all the command does, get the player out of holds?” Jackson stepped back out of her sticky puddle, but not before a sinuous arm had managed to pull his pants down. “Seems a little narrow focus.”
“You’ll be using it a lot of times in this game,” Suraimo said. “Bondage is a popular fetish. People find it sexy to have their movement taken away.” She gave him a lewd wink.
“Okay, so what now?” Jackson asked. “None of the options do anything.”
“It’s a puzzle battle,” Suraimo said. “The first actions are all scripted. You have to go through them to advance the story. Try attack.”
Jackson did. He swung his sword at her like a retarded kid with poor motor function and Suraimo easily stepped out of the way.
“This is the part where I taunt your slow swing,” Suraimo said.
And give him a grope for good measure, Jackson thought as a tentacle wound up his legs and tickled his balls.
“The story has advanced. Now attack again.”
Jackson lunged forwards and drove his sword right through Suraimo’s chest. While it felt satisfying, he would have enjoyed it far more had Suraimo not been so completely unconcerned by the four foot of steel passing through her body.
“And this is where I regenerate and you complain about how unfair that is.”
She pulled the sword out of her chest and the gash closed up.
“It is unfair,” Jackson complained. “How am I supposed to beat a monster that regenerates as fast as I can do it damage?”
Suraimo tapped her nose. “Try selecting attack again.”
Jackson ran her through again.
Suraimo looked down at the long blade puncturing her body with mild disdain.
“No, that’s the same attack as before,” she said.
She pulled the sword out and handed it back to Jackson. The regeneration message flashed up and her green life bar filled back up.
“You need to . . . Oh, wait a moment, Suraimo Torapo.”
Jackson’s feet were gummed up by a puddle of slime again.
Same attack? There were other attacks? Oh wait. Selecting attack had brought up another menu with two options. He’d raced through too fast last time. He went for attack again.
“No no no.” Suraimo shook her head in exasperation.
Her arms elongated into tentacles. One wormed into his crotch for a sticky grope. The other—and Jackson had no idea how she did this—came out of the screen of his game interface and tapped the player portrait on the bottom left. A dripping finger traced over what appeared to be sticky ropes superimposed over his face.
“You’re bound. Attacks don’t work. You need to select struggle first.”
Her finger moved over and selected the struggle option. Jackson’s legs moved of their own accord and he stepped backwards out of her gooey clutches.
“So now I select the second attack option?” Jackson asked.
“In a mo,” Suraimo said. “My turn first. Oh.” She paused. “Oh dear. This is a rather inconvenient time for that move to show up. Oh well, it was bound to happen at some point.”
Suddenly she reared up—arms outstretched and trailing curtains of blue slime—and broke over Jackson like a tsunami made of jelly. He was knocked backwards, but didn’t hit the floor as the protean substance of Suraimo’s body had already flowed around and beneath him. He landed on a cushion of soft, sticky jello and rocked up and down. Suraimo’s upper body fell upon him like a wave and wrapped him up in her elastic protoplasm.
Fuck, that must be some kind of special attack. She’d engulfed him completely apart from his face. How much had that knocked off his health?
Not much, fortunately. His bar was down to less than halfway, but he still had about forty percent left.
Suraimo lay to his side—the upper human-looking part of her anyway, the rest lay on both sides of Jackson as well as above and below him—and whispered words into his ear. What felt like many dextrous hands undid his clothes and ejected them from her quivering mass.
“I’d feel more guilty about this, but it is my best move. Most players love it.” Her soft lips brushed his ear. “Some request it over and over.”
Jackson ignored her and tried to thrash free. It was a poor excuse for thrashing. The substance of Suraimo’s body was thicker and gooier than water. His current efforts looked like the slow-motion film of a man drowning in a giant water droplet.
Okay, so this probably counted as bound. Jackson looked for the struggle command on his mental control panel. It wasn’t there; none of the commands were. That didn’t make sense. He still had some health left, so it couldn’t be game over.
Suraimo’s amorphous body moved around him, gently squeezing and massaging his legs and arms. A message flashed up and another chunk fell off Jackson’s life bar.
Her attack. Now it was his turn.
Except it wasn’t. No command options came up.
Suraimo embraced him with her whole body. Internal currents toyed with his balls and lengthening erection. More of his green bar fell away. It was down to the last quarter now.
“Why can’t I do anything?” he asked.
Suraimo shifted position until her upper body was lying on top of him with her bulging breasts resting on his chest.
“This is Suraimo Paradiso. It’s my auto-win attack. All of your moves are cut off. You can’t do anything so lie back and relax while I drain all your resistance away.”
Her swollen breasts melted into the blue slime enveloping his whole body. Jackson’s struggles grew weaker. It felt like there were a hundred hands working his body. She rubbed, kneaded and massaged his aching muscles until they glowed with blissful relaxation. Jackson stopped struggling and let his body float within her semi-liquid form. She undulated around him in gentle waves.
“You regenerate and have an auto-win attack?” Jackson protested.
“I suppose that might seem a little excessive for the first battle,” Suraimo said. She rubbed her body on top of him and sent gentle currents tickling against his exposed flesh.
“You think!”
“It’s all quite fair. I can only use it when your resistance drops to half or less, and even then it’s pure chance whether that attack is selected.”
“Cheap,” Jackson muttered.
Suraimo laughed. “If you weren’t so terrible you’d have dispatched me way before your resistance dropped below halfway.”
“I would . . . if the commands were in English!”
“Oh shut up and come.”
Her body thickened around his cock and sucked on it with a series of gentle tugs. Jackson’s resistance broke and he did as he was ordered. His body flexed, he grunted and released a thick white stream from his cock. The ejaculation was longer and slower—more relaxed—than the others, but he still felt like he’d emptied the entire contents of his balls into her. It formed a thick white cloud before dissolving away within her blue slime.
Another loss, he thought.
He brought up the control panel in his mind and went to select skip.
Suraimo’s slime poured in and formed a thick plaque over the section with the skip command.
Wha? How?
Jackson’s finger, or rather his mental equivalent, couldn’t get through to select it.
“That’s enough skipping,” Suraimo said. “This time you’re getting your Bad End.”
to be continued . . .
Finding the right break points wasn't easy for this little mini-serial, but now we finally have a proper cliff-hanger.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-7 A Sticky Starting Scrap
More gooey goodness with the gorgeous Suraimo. (usual age-sensitive/NSFW warnings apply!)
“You do know what this game is about?” Suraimo asked.
“It’s a pervy hentai game and I’m going to beat it,” Jackson said. His face was stern as he settled into a fighting stance with his sword held out before him.
Suraimo clapped her hands and giggled. Her gelatinous body shook like an excitable cheerleader.
“That’s the spirit,” she said. “I love the ones that really get into the role,” she added conspiratorially.
She started with her slime trap again. No problem. He knew what to do. He selected struggle and stepped back out of the sticky puddle. Now what? He tried attacking and again Suraimo easily sidestepped his heavy swing. Her wet hand rubbed up his crotch.
Jackson took a moment to consider his next action.
That swing had been truly inept. Jackson was a pasty-faced gamer who spent most of his waking hours on a sofa and even he could swing a sword better than that.
Hey wait, what if this was one of those stupid story-building sections? Where the player had to learn the basic moves that would set him on the path to being a hero.
He selected attack again.
He lunged forward and drove his stupidly large sword right through the center of Suraimo’s chest until the blade emerged from the other side.
Yeah baby! That’s what we’re talking about.
Suraimo looked down at the sword sticking out of her chest. She seemed completely unfazed by the four feet of steel transfixing her body. With good reason, as it happened. As terminal as the strike looked, it had only knocked off maybe a third or quarter of her life bar.
A quarter? For running her through? Stupid RPG mechanics, Jackson thought. At least he’d struck a blow and damaged her.
The sword came free with a sound like thick mud sucking on a foot. Suraimo smiled at him. A message flashed up in Jackson’s control panel. He watched the gash in her chest close up. Her green life bar filled back up to full.
“You can regenerate?” Jackson asked, shocked.
“Slimes have been known to possess that ability, yes,” Suraimo said.
She regenerated? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
This was the first battle? How was he supposed to fucking beat her? It was fucking impossible.
Maybe that was the point. Maybe the fight was supposed to be unwinnable.
He hadn’t used the sixth command yet. That was because it had to be run away and only lamers picked run away.
Unless . . .
Yes, it was just like that stupid practice swing. He wasn’t supposed to win this fight. This was part of the story. This was the part where he’d try to go it alone, get his ass handed to him by the first monster he came across, and then escape back to the village where some badass gramps would teach him The Way of the Exploding Double Dragon or some other bullshit like that.
Yes. That had to be it.
He selected the sixth command.
He knew he’d made a mistake when he saw Suraimo’s eyes light up.
“Oh, that’s my favorite option,” she said.
What the fuck had he done now?
Jackson’s arms fell loosely to his sides. He dropped the sword. Suraimo glided down the path towards him, hips swaying slinkily from side to side. He made no move to stop her as she undid and dropped his pants.
“That wasn’t the run away option, was it?” Jackson asked the obvious.
“Nope.” Suraimo shook her head.
She turned around and backed into him. She rubbed the soft curves of her ass against his crotch. She took his hands and pressed them into the soft gelatinous mounds of her breasts. She turned her head and planted a wet kiss on Jackson’s cheek.
“Mmm. Choices, choices. I think I’ll use some moves that aren’t in the script.”
She gave him a lewd wink and wriggled against his captive body. She squeezed his hands, forcing him to squeeze her pliable boobs. She rubbed her ass up and down, sliding his erection along the slippery crack between her ass cheeks.
“What was that option?” Jackson asked. And why had it taken away all his options?
Suraimo leaned her head back against his shoulder. Glops of whatever she had instead of hair oozed down his back.
“That’s the option for ‘surrender and let the girl do whatever she wants to you’.”
“What!” Jackson shrieked. “What kind of dumbass game has two surrender options!”
“A really filthy and—”
She continued to rub the elastic swell of her ass against him. She lifted up higher and higher until his cock fell into the gap between her thighs and beneath her peachy ass.
“—perverted one.”
She came down and the head of his cock, then the whole shaft pushed up into her soft gelatinous body.
Oh fuck.
He was inside her.
“Mmm. Oh yes,” Suraimo said.
She wriggled in his arms and he felt waves run through her semi-liquid form. They rippled under his hands and around his cock like the caress of gentle hands. He was inside her. The warm slime of her body was pressing all around his erection.
“Is this your ass or pussy?” Jackson asked.
“Which would you like?” Suraimo asked.
She moved her ass against him in little circular motions. Not fully in command of his body, Jackson followed her. His hips added to the movements with little thrusts. More teasing little ripples kissed up and down his sensitive hard-on. Ass or pussy, it didn’t matter. Not when it felt this good. The ripples slowed down and the viscous fluids of her body thickened around his penis until it felt like soft hands were gently tugging on him.
His hands sank into the gooey mounds of her breasts. He still felt their soft swell beneath his hands, but now it felt like they were all around his fingers. Her own hands and arms melted over his until he was embedded in her body up to his elbows. Pleasantly squishy sensations crackled across the touch receptors in his fingers. So many sensations. His hands felt the size of cars and he could distinguish each and every square centimeter.
It was the same for his cock. It felt enormous—a column—and he felt every rippling wave of her liquid body flow over and around him as she rose up and down.
Jackson’s life bar dropped from full to empty in a very short space of time.
His hips jerked forwards and he fired a huge jet of semen into the rippling center of her body. He watched it bloom in her belly like a mushroom cloud. It took his strength with it. Spent, he sagged backwards. Suraimo lay on top of him and her liquefying body covered him like a warm blanket. His hands were still stuck within the jiggling mass of her breasts. She murmured as the churning center of her body drew the last puffs of his ejaculation out of his cock. The white streams drifted within her transparent blue flesh like ghostly wisps.
“Mmm, that was nice,” Suraimo said as she lay on top of him.
Jackson selected the skip option.
“Hey!” Suraimo cried as he vanished from the path and returned to the featureless, cloudy plane.
The big tits angel wasn’t sad anymore, she was pissed. As soon as he appeared on the plane she started yelling and jabbing a finger at him.
Oh oh. Skip.
That didn’t help much. She was still pissed off at him. She waved him away with an angry gesture.
“Eager for more?” Suraimo asked as he returned back to the start of the fight. “What would you like me to do to you this time?”
Jackson threw his sword at her.
to be continued . . .
It might work . . .
“You do know what this game is about?” Suraimo asked.
“It’s a pervy hentai game and I’m going to beat it,” Jackson said. His face was stern as he settled into a fighting stance with his sword held out before him.
Suraimo clapped her hands and giggled. Her gelatinous body shook like an excitable cheerleader.
“That’s the spirit,” she said. “I love the ones that really get into the role,” she added conspiratorially.
She started with her slime trap again. No problem. He knew what to do. He selected struggle and stepped back out of the sticky puddle. Now what? He tried attacking and again Suraimo easily sidestepped his heavy swing. Her wet hand rubbed up his crotch.
Jackson took a moment to consider his next action.
That swing had been truly inept. Jackson was a pasty-faced gamer who spent most of his waking hours on a sofa and even he could swing a sword better than that.
Hey wait, what if this was one of those stupid story-building sections? Where the player had to learn the basic moves that would set him on the path to being a hero.
He selected attack again.
He lunged forward and drove his stupidly large sword right through the center of Suraimo’s chest until the blade emerged from the other side.
Yeah baby! That’s what we’re talking about.
Suraimo looked down at the sword sticking out of her chest. She seemed completely unfazed by the four feet of steel transfixing her body. With good reason, as it happened. As terminal as the strike looked, it had only knocked off maybe a third or quarter of her life bar.
A quarter? For running her through? Stupid RPG mechanics, Jackson thought. At least he’d struck a blow and damaged her.
The sword came free with a sound like thick mud sucking on a foot. Suraimo smiled at him. A message flashed up in Jackson’s control panel. He watched the gash in her chest close up. Her green life bar filled back up to full.
“You can regenerate?” Jackson asked, shocked.
“Slimes have been known to possess that ability, yes,” Suraimo said.
She regenerated? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
This was the first battle? How was he supposed to fucking beat her? It was fucking impossible.
Maybe that was the point. Maybe the fight was supposed to be unwinnable.
He hadn’t used the sixth command yet. That was because it had to be run away and only lamers picked run away.
Unless . . .
Yes, it was just like that stupid practice swing. He wasn’t supposed to win this fight. This was part of the story. This was the part where he’d try to go it alone, get his ass handed to him by the first monster he came across, and then escape back to the village where some badass gramps would teach him The Way of the Exploding Double Dragon or some other bullshit like that.
Yes. That had to be it.
He selected the sixth command.
He knew he’d made a mistake when he saw Suraimo’s eyes light up.
“Oh, that’s my favorite option,” she said.
What the fuck had he done now?
Jackson’s arms fell loosely to his sides. He dropped the sword. Suraimo glided down the path towards him, hips swaying slinkily from side to side. He made no move to stop her as she undid and dropped his pants.
“That wasn’t the run away option, was it?” Jackson asked the obvious.
“Nope.” Suraimo shook her head.
She turned around and backed into him. She rubbed the soft curves of her ass against his crotch. She took his hands and pressed them into the soft gelatinous mounds of her breasts. She turned her head and planted a wet kiss on Jackson’s cheek.
“Mmm. Choices, choices. I think I’ll use some moves that aren’t in the script.”
She gave him a lewd wink and wriggled against his captive body. She squeezed his hands, forcing him to squeeze her pliable boobs. She rubbed her ass up and down, sliding his erection along the slippery crack between her ass cheeks.
“What was that option?” Jackson asked. And why had it taken away all his options?
Suraimo leaned her head back against his shoulder. Glops of whatever she had instead of hair oozed down his back.
“That’s the option for ‘surrender and let the girl do whatever she wants to you’.”
“What!” Jackson shrieked. “What kind of dumbass game has two surrender options!”
“A really filthy and—”
She continued to rub the elastic swell of her ass against him. She lifted up higher and higher until his cock fell into the gap between her thighs and beneath her peachy ass.
“—perverted one.”
She came down and the head of his cock, then the whole shaft pushed up into her soft gelatinous body.
Oh fuck.
He was inside her.
“Mmm. Oh yes,” Suraimo said.
She wriggled in his arms and he felt waves run through her semi-liquid form. They rippled under his hands and around his cock like the caress of gentle hands. He was inside her. The warm slime of her body was pressing all around his erection.
“Is this your ass or pussy?” Jackson asked.
“Which would you like?” Suraimo asked.
She moved her ass against him in little circular motions. Not fully in command of his body, Jackson followed her. His hips added to the movements with little thrusts. More teasing little ripples kissed up and down his sensitive hard-on. Ass or pussy, it didn’t matter. Not when it felt this good. The ripples slowed down and the viscous fluids of her body thickened around his penis until it felt like soft hands were gently tugging on him.
His hands sank into the gooey mounds of her breasts. He still felt their soft swell beneath his hands, but now it felt like they were all around his fingers. Her own hands and arms melted over his until he was embedded in her body up to his elbows. Pleasantly squishy sensations crackled across the touch receptors in his fingers. So many sensations. His hands felt the size of cars and he could distinguish each and every square centimeter.
It was the same for his cock. It felt enormous—a column—and he felt every rippling wave of her liquid body flow over and around him as she rose up and down.
Jackson’s life bar dropped from full to empty in a very short space of time.
His hips jerked forwards and he fired a huge jet of semen into the rippling center of her body. He watched it bloom in her belly like a mushroom cloud. It took his strength with it. Spent, he sagged backwards. Suraimo lay on top of him and her liquefying body covered him like a warm blanket. His hands were still stuck within the jiggling mass of her breasts. She murmured as the churning center of her body drew the last puffs of his ejaculation out of his cock. The white streams drifted within her transparent blue flesh like ghostly wisps.
“Mmm, that was nice,” Suraimo said as she lay on top of him.
Jackson selected the skip option.
“Hey!” Suraimo cried as he vanished from the path and returned to the featureless, cloudy plane.
The big tits angel wasn’t sad anymore, she was pissed. As soon as he appeared on the plane she started yelling and jabbing a finger at him.
Oh oh. Skip.
That didn’t help much. She was still pissed off at him. She waved him away with an angry gesture.
“Eager for more?” Suraimo asked as he returned back to the start of the fight. “What would you like me to do to you this time?”
Jackson threw his sword at her.
to be continued . . .
It might work . . .
Friday, January 18, 2013
Desire Dungeon: Basic Guide
As I mentioned in my review a couple of days ago, Desire Dungeon is a sweet little Monster Girl game that actually plays like a game. This can also make it a little confusing to play (although not as confusing as the massive RPGmaker-type clones). Here’s a handy little guide to ease the pain while waiting for an English translation.
Red bar is life. Blue bar is willpower. If either empties, the fight is over. Physical and Magical attacks affect the red bar. Pleasure attacks affect the blue bar. Most skills also cost willpower to use. (Note, the bars for the monster girl are not displayed until you pick up the Werewolf’s skill)
Command options are:
Physical Attack
Pleasure Attack
Skill (These are picked up from the monster girls)
Defend
Run Away
Monster girls follow different strategies and sometimes switch if you start using pleasure attacks on them. Figuring out how to counter them is part of the fun of the game, so I won’t spoil it.
Defeat the monster girl through pleasure attacks and you get the “good” H-scene and a skill. Most of them are useful and some are essential.
Defeat the monster through conventional damage and you get a treasure chest.
First off you get a choice to open the chest (top) or ignore it (bottom). Successfully opening a chest requires clicking either the left or right mouse button a number of times equal to the chest’s level. You have a kind of thief level depending on accessories carried and latent skills obtained from some monster girls. For each ‘thief’ level you have, the correct option of L or R is displayed. If the chest’s level is higher, you’ll see ?s instead. This means you’ll have to guess. Guess wrong and you’ll set off a trap.
Chests contain money or mystery items. You won’t know what an item is until you exit the dungeon and get it appraised by the shopkeeper. The shop only contains the first two tiers of items. You’ll need to find better items from the chests once you get deeper into the dungeon.
Options are:
Inn
Shop
Church
Tavern
Go to Dungeon
In the town locations the bottom two options are always Talk and Leave. Right-clicking also is the same as selecting Leave (or Back one menu option).
Only the top two options matter.
Sleep: restores health/willpower to full and levels up character if they have enough XP. You can only level up here.
Save Game
The shop is actually fairly important. First off, this is where you go to have items found in the dungeon identified. This is done automatically on exiting the dungeon, so there’s no need to worry about selecting it. Your character doesn’t carry duplicate items. If you find an item you already have the shopkeeper gives you money for it instead.
The commands are:
Weapon
Armour
Accessory
Item
The character has 3 stats for both attack and defence that equate to:
Physical
Magic
Pleasure
Weapons and armour focus on one of those three stats in that order. The shop contains only the first two tiers. You’ll need to find the better stuff in the chests.
The shop sells two accessories:
Thief’s tools: Gives +1 to opening chests. (You should buy this ASAP as it makes opening chests a lot easier)
Anti-Paralysis Thing: The witch on the first level has a magical attack that can paralyse the character for a few turns. This negates it.
Other accessories have to be found in the chests. I suck at this, so the only one I turned up was an item that negated sleep attacks (useful against the 2nd boss).
The items are potions and a statuette of a frog:
50% red bar
100% red bar
50% blue bar
100% blue bar
Frog
The character can only carry a maximum of 3 of each item.
Potions can’t be used in combat. Mostly you can do without until the 3rd level, where you’ll need a blue potion after each battle.
The frog teleports you out of the dungeon and back to town. The game became a lot easier for me once I figured out what it did.
Always carry a frog!
Options are:
Donate Gold: Converts money to XP.
Cleansing ritual: There’s a nasty mechanic in the game. If you lose 5 times to a monster girl, she gets a lot harder to beat. You can reset this, but it costs everything you have. It’s not going to come up unless you want to play the game iron man-style with no save-scumming.
Three dudes tell you how to play the game. Just some basic background info.
Can be accessed by right-clicking in either the town or dungeon.
Top left is:
Item: Use potions/frogs outside of battle
Skill: Heal outside of battle
Encyclopaedia
Config: ãƒãƒ¼ãƒ‰ (load) is the command you’ll most likely be using from this menu
Bottom left is equipment in the order of:
Weapon
Armour
Accessory
Right panel lists stats and XP.
First off, you can only level up by going back to the inn and sleeping (which doesn’t cost any money). If you lose a battle, you lose all the XP you picked up and drop down a level (but you also get a naughty H-scene to make up for it). Lose 5 times to the same girl and they become a lot harder to beat.
Most of the time it’s best just to save-scum. Save before you go into the dungeon and reload if you get a good bonking. You don’t lose anything and you keep at the same level. If it sounds scummy, that’s why they call it save-scumming.
The start of the game will go something like this:
You start off with 100G. You can immediately convert this to 10XP at the church and go up to Level 2. But as defeating a fairy gives 10XP and level 2, it’s better to save the money.
Step 1: Enter dungeon, defeat first fairy (reload if you get smeared by the werewolf instead), exit, level up.
Step 2: Enter dungeon, defeat a couple of fairies (hopefully avoiding the werewolf), exit, level up to 3.
Step 3: You should have about 200G. Buy cucumber (3rd weapon, tier 1, pleasure weapon). Beat fairy with pleasure attacks to pick up Heal skill.
Step 4: With Heal, you should now be able to tackle the werewolf. Be wary of using pleasure attacks as the Werewolf is a lot harder to beat that way (you’re supposed to knock her red bar down first to stop her pinning you, but that hint didn’t come up for me until I’d beaten her the hard way).
From here keep going in and out to build up cash and levels.
Buy the thief’s tools early as it’ll stop you triggering the chest traps. (The werewolf’s skill also helps)
The witch starts appearing around step 50. If her paralyse attack gets annoying, pick up the anti-paralysis accessory from the shop.
Step 100 is the end of the level and the boss fight. You’ll get a warning prompt at step 99 asking whether you want to go on.
Get the Mimic’s skill early. She’s appears as one of the trap types (deliberately select the wrong button when opening a chest to trigger the traps). Her level scales with your character, so you’ll probably need to wait until you’ve got good kit/skills to compensate. Her skill is +2 to opening chests and makes it a lot easier to find the good items in the level 3+ chests. (I beat her late, which explains my suckitude at finding the cool accessories)
The second boss will auto-win at the start of the fight unless you use Slime’s skill (Mimicry). This can be used outside of combat and makes a copy of you that soaks up the first attack. It can also be used in combat and is fairly useful against another of the monsters.
You'll need willpower potions to advance along the third level. The vampire in particular (despite being a gorgeous busty goddess of lurve) has a very annoying grapple attack that drains willpower while simultaneously replenishing both her bars.
Always carry a frog!
The game caps out at level 30. I think the developers included this as a ‘you will be able to finish our game no matter how terrible you are (guilty - *sigh*)’ feature.
This didn’t trigger for me (probably because of all my dirty save-scumming), but other players have mentioned there are slightly different endings where the player hooks up with one of the monster girls (text rather than additional H-scenes). Harpy and Fighter have endings I've been told. I don’t know if that means there’s an ending for all girls, or what triggers them. Drop by in the comments if you figure it out.
Hope this helps anyway.
P.S. If you like this game, you'll probably also like my books
/shameless plug
Combat
Red bar is life. Blue bar is willpower. If either empties, the fight is over. Physical and Magical attacks affect the red bar. Pleasure attacks affect the blue bar. Most skills also cost willpower to use. (Note, the bars for the monster girl are not displayed until you pick up the Werewolf’s skill)
Command options are:
Physical Attack
Pleasure Attack
Skill (These are picked up from the monster girls)
Defend
Run Away
Monster girls follow different strategies and sometimes switch if you start using pleasure attacks on them. Figuring out how to counter them is part of the fun of the game, so I won’t spoil it.
Defeat the monster girl through pleasure attacks and you get the “good” H-scene and a skill. Most of them are useful and some are essential.
Defeat the monster through conventional damage and you get a treasure chest.
Treasure Chests
First off you get a choice to open the chest (top) or ignore it (bottom). Successfully opening a chest requires clicking either the left or right mouse button a number of times equal to the chest’s level. You have a kind of thief level depending on accessories carried and latent skills obtained from some monster girls. For each ‘thief’ level you have, the correct option of L or R is displayed. If the chest’s level is higher, you’ll see ?s instead. This means you’ll have to guess. Guess wrong and you’ll set off a trap.
Chests contain money or mystery items. You won’t know what an item is until you exit the dungeon and get it appraised by the shopkeeper. The shop only contains the first two tiers of items. You’ll need to find better items from the chests once you get deeper into the dungeon.
Town
Options are:
Inn
Shop
Church
Tavern
Go to Dungeon
In the town locations the bottom two options are always Talk and Leave. Right-clicking also is the same as selecting Leave (or Back one menu option).
Inn
Only the top two options matter.
Sleep: restores health/willpower to full and levels up character if they have enough XP. You can only level up here.
Save Game
Shop
The shop is actually fairly important. First off, this is where you go to have items found in the dungeon identified. This is done automatically on exiting the dungeon, so there’s no need to worry about selecting it. Your character doesn’t carry duplicate items. If you find an item you already have the shopkeeper gives you money for it instead.
The commands are:
Weapon
Armour
Accessory
Item
The character has 3 stats for both attack and defence that equate to:
Physical
Magic
Pleasure
Weapons and armour focus on one of those three stats in that order. The shop contains only the first two tiers. You’ll need to find the better stuff in the chests.
The shop sells two accessories:
Thief’s tools: Gives +1 to opening chests. (You should buy this ASAP as it makes opening chests a lot easier)
Anti-Paralysis Thing: The witch on the first level has a magical attack that can paralyse the character for a few turns. This negates it.
Other accessories have to be found in the chests. I suck at this, so the only one I turned up was an item that negated sleep attacks (useful against the 2nd boss).
The items are potions and a statuette of a frog:
50% red bar
100% red bar
50% blue bar
100% blue bar
Frog
The character can only carry a maximum of 3 of each item.
Potions can’t be used in combat. Mostly you can do without until the 3rd level, where you’ll need a blue potion after each battle.
The frog teleports you out of the dungeon and back to town. The game became a lot easier for me once I figured out what it did.
Always carry a frog!
Church
Options are:
Donate Gold: Converts money to XP.
Cleansing ritual: There’s a nasty mechanic in the game. If you lose 5 times to a monster girl, she gets a lot harder to beat. You can reset this, but it costs everything you have. It’s not going to come up unless you want to play the game iron man-style with no save-scumming.
Tavern
Three dudes tell you how to play the game. Just some basic background info.
Status screen
Can be accessed by right-clicking in either the town or dungeon.
Top left is:
Item: Use potions/frogs outside of battle
Skill: Heal outside of battle
Encyclopaedia
Config: ãƒãƒ¼ãƒ‰ (load) is the command you’ll most likely be using from this menu
Bottom left is equipment in the order of:
Weapon
Armour
Accessory
Right panel lists stats and XP.
Strategy
First off, you can only level up by going back to the inn and sleeping (which doesn’t cost any money). If you lose a battle, you lose all the XP you picked up and drop down a level (but you also get a naughty H-scene to make up for it). Lose 5 times to the same girl and they become a lot harder to beat.
Most of the time it’s best just to save-scum. Save before you go into the dungeon and reload if you get a good bonking. You don’t lose anything and you keep at the same level. If it sounds scummy, that’s why they call it save-scumming.
The start of the game will go something like this:
You start off with 100G. You can immediately convert this to 10XP at the church and go up to Level 2. But as defeating a fairy gives 10XP and level 2, it’s better to save the money.
Step 1: Enter dungeon, defeat first fairy (reload if you get smeared by the werewolf instead), exit, level up.
Step 2: Enter dungeon, defeat a couple of fairies (hopefully avoiding the werewolf), exit, level up to 3.
Step 3: You should have about 200G. Buy cucumber (3rd weapon, tier 1, pleasure weapon). Beat fairy with pleasure attacks to pick up Heal skill.
Step 4: With Heal, you should now be able to tackle the werewolf. Be wary of using pleasure attacks as the Werewolf is a lot harder to beat that way (you’re supposed to knock her red bar down first to stop her pinning you, but that hint didn’t come up for me until I’d beaten her the hard way).
From here keep going in and out to build up cash and levels.
Buy the thief’s tools early as it’ll stop you triggering the chest traps. (The werewolf’s skill also helps)
The witch starts appearing around step 50. If her paralyse attack gets annoying, pick up the anti-paralysis accessory from the shop.
Step 100 is the end of the level and the boss fight. You’ll get a warning prompt at step 99 asking whether you want to go on.
Hints and Tips
Get the Mimic’s skill early. She’s appears as one of the trap types (deliberately select the wrong button when opening a chest to trigger the traps). Her level scales with your character, so you’ll probably need to wait until you’ve got good kit/skills to compensate. Her skill is +2 to opening chests and makes it a lot easier to find the good items in the level 3+ chests. (I beat her late, which explains my suckitude at finding the cool accessories)
The second boss will auto-win at the start of the fight unless you use Slime’s skill (Mimicry). This can be used outside of combat and makes a copy of you that soaks up the first attack. It can also be used in combat and is fairly useful against another of the monsters.
You'll need willpower potions to advance along the third level. The vampire in particular (despite being a gorgeous busty goddess of lurve) has a very annoying grapple attack that drains willpower while simultaneously replenishing both her bars.
Always carry a frog!
The game caps out at level 30. I think the developers included this as a ‘you will be able to finish our game no matter how terrible you are (guilty - *sigh*)’ feature.
Endings
This didn’t trigger for me (probably because of all my dirty save-scumming), but other players have mentioned there are slightly different endings where the player hooks up with one of the monster girls (text rather than additional H-scenes). Harpy and Fighter have endings I've been told. I don’t know if that means there’s an ending for all girls, or what triggers them. Drop by in the comments if you figure it out.
Hope this helps anyway.
P.S. If you like this game, you'll probably also like my books
/shameless plug
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Hentai Game Review: Desire Dungeon
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Saturday, January 12, 2013
Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-6 A Sticky Starting Scrap
Groundslime Day continues for Ian Jackson...
Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-6 A Sticky Starting Scrap
“You’ll never hit anyone with a strike that slow,” she said, again delivering her lines like a self-aware cartoon villain.
Fuck! So it wasn’t that option after all. What else was there? There was the bottom option, the seventh command. He hadn’t tried that yet. Selecting it brought up a second list of options. He selected one at random.
Suraimo’s eyes lit up. “Oh. You liked my paizuri so much you want me to do it again. I can do that. With pleasure,” she added.
“Huh,” Jackson said. He hadn’t said that at all.
Suraimo crouched down and dived forward, taking him down at the waist. Jackson landed on his back on the path with Suraimo hugging his waist. Giggling, she found the button of his pants and pulled them down, again exposing his penis. Not again, he thought, even as another part of him felt a thrill of anticipation.
“Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy,” Suraimo said.
She placed hands on either side of her generous breasts and pushed them together around his cock. Sandwiched between two moist and elastic boobs, it didn’t take long for his manhood to surge up to its full length.
“Bounce, bounce, bounce,” Suraimo teased as her upper body bobbed up and down.
Jackson saw his erection roll around as it was buffeted between her transparent tits. It was slippery within her cleavage and erotic shivers ran through him as she rubbed the soft mass of her breasts up and down his cock.
His enjoyment was sullied as he watched his health bar gradually get eaten away.
He was losing, again.
“Hey, what about my actions?” he asked.
It was supposed to be turn-based combat. His seemed to have vanished.
“You don’t get any more actions,” she said. “Bounce, bounce, bounce,” she added with a wide grin.
“Hey! How is that fair?” Jackson complained.
Suraimo paused and looked at him quizzically.
“You did select the option: ‘Use paizuri on me until I come.’”
“I did?”
That was what the command did?
“Hold on,” he said. “If I come I lose, right?”
“Yes.”
“So what’s the point of a command that causes the player to instantly lose?”
Suraimo placed a liquid hand on his chest and looked down at him with her head tilted to one side.
“How else are we going to know what moves a player wants done to them,” she explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She shook her head. “I’m not sure you understand this game at all.”
She continued squeezing her breasts up against his cock like they were a pair of soft pillows. Fluffed up between them, Jackson felt his cock give a warning twitch. He tried to hold back the urge to come, but it was growing stronger and stronger. At the same time his green bar in the control panel was dwindling away to nothing.
“Time to absorb your little man and make sure he’s all nice and snug for the release,” Suraimo said.
She squeezed her breasts together even tighter than before. Jackson’s erection was swallowed up completely in her cleavage, trapped within a transparent prison that pulsed and shivered pleasantly around him.
“Squish, squish,” Suraimo said, smiling coquettishly, her lips plumped up like a classic movie-star beauty.
Her soft breasts were melting around him, enveloping his erection in warm jelly. The liquid oozed down between his thighs and engulfed his balls.
Fuck. He couldn’t hold it back. He was going to lose.
“Squish,” Suraimo said, lips pouting in a kiss.
Her melting boobs throbbed around him. He felt the gelatinous substance of her chest suck on his straining manhood.
“Coming,” Jackson grunted.
Pleasurable tension thrummed through his body. His cock pulsed and spurted a thick rope of cum right into the churning center of her chest. Her boobs started to swell up as she drank the semen pouring from Jackson in a sticky stream. Again the motions of her gelatinous body seemed to take over to the point he wasn’t sure whether he was pumping cum into her or she was pumping it out of him. The pleasure he felt was the same either way and she made sure to drag it out until Jackson felt weak and floppy in the aftermath.
Suraimo ran her slippery hands along Jackson’s sides.
“So, would you like that Bad End now?”
Panic shoved aside Jackson’s lethargy. He had an answer for that:
Skip.
Hello, big tits angel.
Skip.
Goodbye, big tits angel.
“It’s a good command to have, right?” Suraimo said as he returned to the path. “Handjob.” She held up a hand and wiggled fingers as flexible as worms. “Blowjob.” she mimed sucking on an imaginary penis. “Paizuri.” She pushed her substantial boobs together.
A pleasurable shiver ran through Jackson as he remembered what she did to him last time.
Fucking stop it, he admonished. His cock twitched in his pants and he wanted to bash the traitorous organ back down.
“It’s a popular selection,” Suraimo said. “Players like to choose how to succumb.”
“Selecting how you want to lose is gay,” Jackson said.
Who chose to lose: losers, that’s who.
“You do know what this game is about?” Suraimo asked.
“It’s a pervy hentai game and I’m going to beat it,” Jackson said. His face was stern as he settled into a fighting stance with his sword held out before him.
to be continued...
If you say so, Jackson. If you say so...
Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-6 A Sticky Starting Scrap
“You’ll never hit anyone with a strike that slow,” she said, again delivering her lines like a self-aware cartoon villain.
Fuck! So it wasn’t that option after all. What else was there? There was the bottom option, the seventh command. He hadn’t tried that yet. Selecting it brought up a second list of options. He selected one at random.
Suraimo’s eyes lit up. “Oh. You liked my paizuri so much you want me to do it again. I can do that. With pleasure,” she added.
“Huh,” Jackson said. He hadn’t said that at all.
Suraimo crouched down and dived forward, taking him down at the waist. Jackson landed on his back on the path with Suraimo hugging his waist. Giggling, she found the button of his pants and pulled them down, again exposing his penis. Not again, he thought, even as another part of him felt a thrill of anticipation.
“Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy,” Suraimo said.
She placed hands on either side of her generous breasts and pushed them together around his cock. Sandwiched between two moist and elastic boobs, it didn’t take long for his manhood to surge up to its full length.
“Bounce, bounce, bounce,” Suraimo teased as her upper body bobbed up and down.
Jackson saw his erection roll around as it was buffeted between her transparent tits. It was slippery within her cleavage and erotic shivers ran through him as she rubbed the soft mass of her breasts up and down his cock.
His enjoyment was sullied as he watched his health bar gradually get eaten away.
He was losing, again.
“Hey, what about my actions?” he asked.
It was supposed to be turn-based combat. His seemed to have vanished.
“You don’t get any more actions,” she said. “Bounce, bounce, bounce,” she added with a wide grin.
“Hey! How is that fair?” Jackson complained.
Suraimo paused and looked at him quizzically.
“You did select the option: ‘Use paizuri on me until I come.’”
“I did?”
That was what the command did?
“Hold on,” he said. “If I come I lose, right?”
“Yes.”
“So what’s the point of a command that causes the player to instantly lose?”
Suraimo placed a liquid hand on his chest and looked down at him with her head tilted to one side.
“How else are we going to know what moves a player wants done to them,” she explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She shook her head. “I’m not sure you understand this game at all.”
She continued squeezing her breasts up against his cock like they were a pair of soft pillows. Fluffed up between them, Jackson felt his cock give a warning twitch. He tried to hold back the urge to come, but it was growing stronger and stronger. At the same time his green bar in the control panel was dwindling away to nothing.
“Time to absorb your little man and make sure he’s all nice and snug for the release,” Suraimo said.
She squeezed her breasts together even tighter than before. Jackson’s erection was swallowed up completely in her cleavage, trapped within a transparent prison that pulsed and shivered pleasantly around him.
“Squish, squish,” Suraimo said, smiling coquettishly, her lips plumped up like a classic movie-star beauty.
Her soft breasts were melting around him, enveloping his erection in warm jelly. The liquid oozed down between his thighs and engulfed his balls.
Fuck. He couldn’t hold it back. He was going to lose.
“Squish,” Suraimo said, lips pouting in a kiss.
Her melting boobs throbbed around him. He felt the gelatinous substance of her chest suck on his straining manhood.
“Coming,” Jackson grunted.
Pleasurable tension thrummed through his body. His cock pulsed and spurted a thick rope of cum right into the churning center of her chest. Her boobs started to swell up as she drank the semen pouring from Jackson in a sticky stream. Again the motions of her gelatinous body seemed to take over to the point he wasn’t sure whether he was pumping cum into her or she was pumping it out of him. The pleasure he felt was the same either way and she made sure to drag it out until Jackson felt weak and floppy in the aftermath.
Suraimo ran her slippery hands along Jackson’s sides.
“So, would you like that Bad End now?”
Panic shoved aside Jackson’s lethargy. He had an answer for that:
Skip.
Hello, big tits angel.
Skip.
Goodbye, big tits angel.
“It’s a good command to have, right?” Suraimo said as he returned to the path. “Handjob.” She held up a hand and wiggled fingers as flexible as worms. “Blowjob.” she mimed sucking on an imaginary penis. “Paizuri.” She pushed her substantial boobs together.
A pleasurable shiver ran through Jackson as he remembered what she did to him last time.
Fucking stop it, he admonished. His cock twitched in his pants and he wanted to bash the traitorous organ back down.
“It’s a popular selection,” Suraimo said. “Players like to choose how to succumb.”
“Selecting how you want to lose is gay,” Jackson said.
Who chose to lose: losers, that’s who.
“You do know what this game is about?” Suraimo asked.
“It’s a pervy hentai game and I’m going to beat it,” Jackson said. His face was stern as he settled into a fighting stance with his sword held out before him.
to be continued...
If you say so, Jackson. If you say so...
Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Fleshcult: A Succubus game in need of crowd-funding
Near the end of 2012 I was approached by Jack Oekaki and asked if I wanted to contribute some writing to a game, Fleshcult, he was working on. It was something I was interested in, but having a full-time job and a number of writing projects I'm falling behind on (Succubus Summoning 201!) meant I couldn't really contribute as much as I'd like, although I did throw in the odd idea.
Currently they're looking to raise funds to make the game through Offbeatr. Offbeatr is a version of Kickstarter that handles the more adult-oriented projects Kickstarter doesn't allow. I also threw in some ebooks as donation rewards.
I played an early demo of the game and it's interesting. You play as either a succubus or an incubus and the goal is to seduce victims and talk them into joining your harem. Seduction and recruitment is a tricky balance of using various sex moves without freaking the victim out or making them come so many times they collapse of exhaustion. The sex descriptions and customization of the main character are reminiscent of Fenoxo's enjoyable (if a little warped!) Corruption of Champions. Fleshcult is more of a resource management game, or was when I played the demo. Once they've contracted their soul over, victims can be put to work in a variety of roles in your lair. This increases the power of your foocubus and allows you to unlock more sexy moves and (naughty!) transformations.
If it sounds of interest, you can take a gander at the Fleshcult blog here, and the Offbeatr crowd-funding page for the project is right here.
Currently they're looking to raise funds to make the game through Offbeatr. Offbeatr is a version of Kickstarter that handles the more adult-oriented projects Kickstarter doesn't allow. I also threw in some ebooks as donation rewards.
I played an early demo of the game and it's interesting. You play as either a succubus or an incubus and the goal is to seduce victims and talk them into joining your harem. Seduction and recruitment is a tricky balance of using various sex moves without freaking the victim out or making them come so many times they collapse of exhaustion. The sex descriptions and customization of the main character are reminiscent of Fenoxo's enjoyable (if a little warped!) Corruption of Champions. Fleshcult is more of a resource management game, or was when I played the demo. Once they've contracted their soul over, victims can be put to work in a variety of roles in your lair. This increases the power of your foocubus and allows you to unlock more sexy moves and (naughty!) transformations.
If it sounds of interest, you can take a gander at the Fleshcult blog here, and the Offbeatr crowd-funding page for the project is right here.
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