Anyone following my twitter feed might have noticed an increase in the rant-quotient of late. Yeah, getting involved with the latest SFWA kerfuffle over sexism in their Bulletin magazine...probably not the wisest of moves.
The teeth-grindingly annoying part is I'd like to think I'm on the side of 'good'. Greater diversity of voices and perspectives leads to a greater number of interesting and imaginative stories, which can only be a good thing. And frankly, some of the shit women writers had to put up with in the past was abominable.
But I also subscribe fully to freedom of expression, and the chilling effect of censorship, whether it be the dictionary definition of the word or the quasi-censorship by mob that essentially results in the same outcome, scares me greatly. My publisher, eXcessica, was nearly shut down when our payment processor, an organisation with an effective monopoly, had a sudden attack of morality. So yep, censorship, or rather the not-quite-censorship we don't have a proper word for, concerns me a lot.
The problem is whenever someone tries to voice these concerns they usually get a battering. Some of the people reading this (who am I kidding, I'm a grotty horror/porn writer, no one is reading this) are probably already rolling their eyes and thinking:
"Here we go again, another stupid SWM that completely doesn't get it. All 'Blah blah Art! blah blah Fantasy! blah blah Censorship!' Thinking it's all about him, him, him. People are offended! Our souls are hurting!"
I'm just a little concerned about the whole burning of stuff. Can we not just create more cool, imaginative stuff to please a bigger, more diverse audience? That seems better to me than taking stuff away from the audience that's already there. Is a picture of a warrior woman in a bikini really that--
"Sexist! Disrespectful to woman! And totally unrealistic. She's a fighter, not a glamour-puss sex symbol."
Um, isn't unreality sort of the whole point of fantasy, a precious little glimmer of escapism from humdrum lives. It might not be your fantasy, but the imagination is a really big thing. When you can create anything, it seems a bit mean to stomp all over someone else's fant--
"It's wank fodder for sad inadequates who don't know how to deal with a real woman!"
That's a little harsh, but so what if it is. It's their fantasy, their little glimmer of escapism. Can they not--
"Oh shut up! You're just another spoilt geek. Go back down to your basement and take your neckbeard and bad hygiene with you!"
Ironically, despite my earlier posts expressing 'silly' concerns about censorship, I was Jim Hines'ing one of many comments like the one above to show how offensive it would look if you gender-flipped the terms, when The Guardian censored me.
Yep, that fluffy bastion of liberalism, The Guardian. Achievement unlocked: Censored by The Guardian.
They didn't need to shout "Shut up!" at me. You don't need to tell people to "Shut up!" when you can press a button and, poof, they are shut up. Funnily enough the original comment is still there. Yep, a quote of it with "men" switched to "women" was deemed to offensive to exist, but the original is fine. I guess it's perfectly okay to describe the gaming/sci-fi/fantasy community as having a high number of "unattractive, unhygenic, neckbeard types", with a "complete lack of ability in finding a partner".
Gee whiz, why is there this backlash from the gaming community, I wonder?
I did point out the double standards. That comment did well. It nearly lasted a full half hour.
shut up
They don't need to froth and rave, "Shut up!" They press a button and you are
shut up
But it's not censorship. It's their paper. It's their choice over what comments appear in the discussion. They have that right. It's fine. I won't be reading it in future.
This was not a debate or discussion. It's diktat. "You will think and say what we think you should think and say, otherwise you can go and stand in the shit with the other bigots and misogynists."
No. I'll take a third option. I'm out. I'm exiting the Holier-Than-Thou wars. I'm disengaging. It's that or let the radioactivity build up until one morning I wake up and find I'm standing in the shit with all the other frothing loonies.
Tell the truth, I'm a little concerned I might be standing in it already.
I hope not. I quite like that whole diversity thing of people of all stripes letting their imaginations spill out without some mean fucker standing in the way and telling them they can't.
Not that what I think matters a damn jot. After all, I'm
shut up
Well not entirely. I'm not truly censored. I can write this and post it to the great dark outerness of the internet. It might not be lost forever. It might even bubble up to the heady circles of the twitterati, where the fully evolved elite can point and laugh at another frothing neckbeard ape. Ooo, if I'm really lucky I might even get to be described as very special.
Then again, it might be best to not hit that post button. Not good to speak out of line. Might jeopardize the...actually it's really more of hobby than a career. Still, there's always the worry of my writing being
shut up
Urp. Sorry about that. You know how it is, sometimes you have something you really need to cough up off your chest. In this case it's black, sludgy and I think those are eyes. I'll kill it with fire later just to make sure.
Don't worry, I'm not going to make a habit of this. I'm out. Weight lifted. Shits no longer to be given.
Time to get my head down and back to the stories. That's what it's all about. Create fantasies...provide escapism...entertain...delight. Fuck the other shit.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
#52Books - March (sort of...)
Yeah, that #52Books thing of reading 52 books in a year. I posted about it in January and then approached it with my usual chaos. I'm currently on #13 (and also #14, #15, #16 and maybe a #17, because...chaos), but for some reason got tangled up in putting reviews together. The book reviews get the lowest hits here of everything, but I feel obligated to review them because I write 'em myself. Here's what was on my Kindle around Feb/Mar.
#5. F. Paul Wilson – The Keep
So that’s what the film’s about.
I remembered seeing the film of this back in the late eighties/early nineties as part of Alex Cox’s late night Moviedrome series. The film is a bit of a cult classic, but largely incomprehensible after executive meddling hacked it down to a far-too-slim ninety minutes.
German soldiers are stationed at a creepy Romanian keep in WWII and are picked off one by one by a malign presence. A Jewish professor and his daughter are brought in to try and explain the mystery, which deepens as a powerful stranger arrives to resume an aeons-old conflict.
The book is a clever mix of influences, including an extremely unexpected one that lies at the heart of the whole story. It’s a little baggy in the middle while it develops a romance between the leads and layers on the misdirection as to the true nature of the evil entity, Molasar, but not enough to sink a thrilling tale. It’s a shame loopy epics like this have given way to endless serial killer/police procedurals on the horror shelves.
After reading the book it’s fairly obvious film never had a prayer of doing the book justice.
#6: Brian Keene – Jack’s Magic Beans
Not a novel but a novella with some extra short stories added to bulk it out to an appropriate length. If I wanted to be especially harsh I’d describe it as the leavings off Brian Keene’s writing desk packaged together.
The novella details a typical day at a shopping mall gone horribly wrong as everyone suddenly goes homicidally insane. The title comes from the reason why the few survivors are immune, but then that immunity starts to wear off...
Gory fun, but it reads like the opening chapters of a book Keene never got around to finishing. The short stories are fairly solid with “’The King’, In: YELLOW”, Keene’s gory riff on Robert W Chamber’s The King in Yellow being the highlight.
It might be scraps and leavings, but they’re fairly tasty scraps and leavings.
#7: David Wong – John Dies at the End
David Wong is the pseudonym of Cracked.com editor Jason Pargin. It is also the name of the narrator of John Dies at the End, used as a device to play it up as a faux ‘true story’. John Dies at the End recounts David and John’s fictitious adventures in the town of Undisclosed, where after being injected with a strange drug, Soy Sauce, they gain the ability to see the things humans shouldn’t see and become embroiled in a sinister plot involving alternate dimensions, weird artificially-engineered life forms and a whole heap of craziness.
The book is broken up into three vaguely linked adventures and veers wildly between crazy gross-out humour (such as trying to get a dog to shit out some plastic explosives it had swallowed) and darker moments designed to make the reader pause and think, including a deftly understated moment from Wong’s past that involves no extra-dimensional weirdness at all, which makes it all the more horrifying. There are plenty of twists, including an absolute gut-puncher in the middle that reveals why that innocuous little philosophical question about an axe with a replaced blade and handle was asked at the beginning of the book.
Overall the book is probably a little too madcap zany for its own good, but is packed full of imagination and never dull.
#8: David Wong – This Book is Full of Spiders
The follow-up to John Dies At The End, this continues the adventures of John and David in Undisclosed. At the start Wong is attacked by a extra-dimensional arachnid parasite only he and John can see (because of the Soy Sauce from the previous book). Other parasites escape Wong’s house until a full-fledged outbreak threatens Undisclosed and maybe the whole country.
The sequel has tighter focus than John Dies At The End and is better for it. Wong (Pargin-Wong, not Wong the character) takes some well-aimed swipes at cozy zombie apocalypses and the exploitation of fear by authority. It’s only near the end, with the introduction of a reality-warping fur gun, where things start to get a little too silly and some inconsistencies creep into the story.
So that’s what the film’s about.
I remembered seeing the film of this back in the late eighties/early nineties as part of Alex Cox’s late night Moviedrome series. The film is a bit of a cult classic, but largely incomprehensible after executive meddling hacked it down to a far-too-slim ninety minutes.
German soldiers are stationed at a creepy Romanian keep in WWII and are picked off one by one by a malign presence. A Jewish professor and his daughter are brought in to try and explain the mystery, which deepens as a powerful stranger arrives to resume an aeons-old conflict.
The book is a clever mix of influences, including an extremely unexpected one that lies at the heart of the whole story. It’s a little baggy in the middle while it develops a romance between the leads and layers on the misdirection as to the true nature of the evil entity, Molasar, but not enough to sink a thrilling tale. It’s a shame loopy epics like this have given way to endless serial killer/police procedurals on the horror shelves.
After reading the book it’s fairly obvious film never had a prayer of doing the book justice.
Not a novel but a novella with some extra short stories added to bulk it out to an appropriate length. If I wanted to be especially harsh I’d describe it as the leavings off Brian Keene’s writing desk packaged together.
The novella details a typical day at a shopping mall gone horribly wrong as everyone suddenly goes homicidally insane. The title comes from the reason why the few survivors are immune, but then that immunity starts to wear off...
Gory fun, but it reads like the opening chapters of a book Keene never got around to finishing. The short stories are fairly solid with “’The King’, In: YELLOW”, Keene’s gory riff on Robert W Chamber’s The King in Yellow being the highlight.
It might be scraps and leavings, but they’re fairly tasty scraps and leavings.
David Wong is the pseudonym of Cracked.com editor Jason Pargin. It is also the name of the narrator of John Dies at the End, used as a device to play it up as a faux ‘true story’. John Dies at the End recounts David and John’s fictitious adventures in the town of Undisclosed, where after being injected with a strange drug, Soy Sauce, they gain the ability to see the things humans shouldn’t see and become embroiled in a sinister plot involving alternate dimensions, weird artificially-engineered life forms and a whole heap of craziness.
The book is broken up into three vaguely linked adventures and veers wildly between crazy gross-out humour (such as trying to get a dog to shit out some plastic explosives it had swallowed) and darker moments designed to make the reader pause and think, including a deftly understated moment from Wong’s past that involves no extra-dimensional weirdness at all, which makes it all the more horrifying. There are plenty of twists, including an absolute gut-puncher in the middle that reveals why that innocuous little philosophical question about an axe with a replaced blade and handle was asked at the beginning of the book.
Overall the book is probably a little too madcap zany for its own good, but is packed full of imagination and never dull.
The follow-up to John Dies At The End, this continues the adventures of John and David in Undisclosed. At the start Wong is attacked by a extra-dimensional arachnid parasite only he and John can see (because of the Soy Sauce from the previous book). Other parasites escape Wong’s house until a full-fledged outbreak threatens Undisclosed and maybe the whole country.
The sequel has tighter focus than John Dies At The End and is better for it. Wong (Pargin-Wong, not Wong the character) takes some well-aimed swipes at cozy zombie apocalypses and the exploitation of fear by authority. It’s only near the end, with the introduction of a reality-warping fur gun, where things start to get a little too silly and some inconsistencies creep into the story.
Thursday, June 06, 2013
Hentai Game Review: Monster Girl Quest 3
It’s been a year and a half, but now the final chapter of Monster Girl Quest (Monmusu Quest) is out. Was it worth the wait?
tl;dr: Yes. Buy it now.
Here are my previous reviews of chapters one and two. That should give newcomers an idea of what the game series is about. The third chapter is a continuation of the same: a visual novel interspersed with RPG-style turn-based battles. This is a hentai game, so the enemies are all female, use sex attacks and losing results in the main character, a hero named Luka, being subjected to various imaginative sex acts. (and then enslaved, eaten, dried up like salted fish...)
At the end of chapter two Luka had found the four elemental spirits and proved himself to his demon lord companion, Alice, by defeating the four heavenly kings and then Alice herself. Unfortunately for them, the happy ending was interrupted by the previously benevolent deity, Ilias, going batshit insane and invading the world with an army of Angels and hideous artificial Chimera with the intent of wiping out all ‘unclean’ life and beginning anew.
Chapter three kicks off with a short intro showing the cities and towns Luka passed through under siege and then immediately pitches Luka into battles with angels (yeah, they’re just as sex-crazed and perverted as the other monster girls). Then unfolds a truly epic story.
You know how people say “It’s not just porn, it has a great story,” and you think, yeah right, pervert. Well...
It has a really great story.
My first attempt at writing this had to be scrapped as it was too gushy. I really enjoyed the plot, despite only being able to follow it through the vagaries of machine translation (AGTH + TranslationAggregator) as I can’t read Japanese. Early on the game goes into a chunk of back story that explains who Luka really is and how the world ended up the way it is. A mad god tricked and imprisoned all its rivals and then lied to the whole of humanity. It’s weightier fare than normally would be expected for a porn game and the game is all the better for it.
Take Promenstein. The name is clearly a portmanteau of Prometheus and Frankenstein. Normally that would be that, a clever name for an evil scientist. RPGs have been borrowing from classical mythology to populate their bestiaries right from the beginning. Then Promenstein’s background is revealed and the name takes on much greater significance...
Porn is usually derided because most creators don’t give a shit about anything other than the fucking. The creators of Monster Girl Quest clearly do give a shit about story and characterisation and it shows. The game is packed full of strongly drawn characters, brilliant moments and clever little touches. I think fantasy and manga lovers will enjoy this game just as much for the story as the sex. Avoid the spoilers if you can. The game has to be played through to be fully appreciated.
Okay, so it’s not going to win any literary awards, but plot-wise it matches up favourably with other mainstream RPGs and you could probably take all the sex out and still be left with a decent game and story. If Torotoro Resistance’s aim was to create a hentai version of something like Berserk or Claymore, they succeeded admirably.
It’s not all perfect. The end is maybe a gambit twist too far and some of the plot points are clearly there to add something cool to the game play. Which is fine. When making a game, what’s good for the game should always take precedence over the story behind the game.
I was interested to see where they’d take the combat. By the end of chapter two Luka has all the four elemental spirits under his control and is extremely powerful. The story provides a solution to this and the game keeps combat from going stale by tweaking and changing the abilities available to Luka. The main shift from the first two chapters is a greater prominence to the attacking skills. In the previous chapters they weren’t really needed—Meditate to regain health and whichever spirit stopped the enemies one-hit-KO was usually all you needed to defeat most enemies. That won’t work this time. Luka’s basic attack doesn’t really do enough damage and most enemies hit so hard the long game plan will usually end up with Luka running out of SP and losing. Some monsters can also use elemental spirits as well, which adds an extra dimension to the RPGesque battles.
Okay, Hydra, this is all well and good, but what about the sex? You know, the whole purpose of a sex game.
To be honest I was a little less enthusiastic for this instalment. From the spoilers on Torotoro’s website I knew angels were going to feature prominently and angels are kind of dull. I like my girls sexy bad and angels are a little bland compared to some of the other creatures that have graced the monsterpedia.
Yeah, needn’t have worried about that.
The artists appear to have been in a competition to outdo each other in terms of weirdness and the end result is a monsterpedia that makes one of Chaosium’s monster manuals look like a petting zoo. At one point I was fighting a zombie dragon with a sexy girl for a tongue. Midway through the battle she vomited out a pair of stomachs shaped like naked girls and told me these were designed to digest a man while fucking him senseless. Seriously, where else are you going to get this level of weirdness!
(and yeah, I think I will be ‘borrowing’ that concept for a future story ;) )
As with the previous chapters, they’re trying to hit a wide variety of fetishes. Some are going to hit the spot and others are going to call for a sick bag, but with around 90 separate encounters most monster girl enthusiasts should find something that nestles right in the sweet spot.
The art is again variable in quality, but mostly fine. This time the work appears to be divided so that each artist is responsible for an area or a creature type, which overall makes for some good consistency. New arrival Xelvy in particular appears to have been very productive. While their various cyber/droid monster girls aren’t really my thing, the sheer number of CGIs they’ve provided is above and beyond expectations.
The game gets most things right, but there are a couple of disappointments. One is the addition of scenes in each location where a chimera girl gets to do the naughty with some of the local civilians. Just when you’re wondering what sexy moves the girl has in store for you, Luka shows up and one-hit-kills her and a potentially interesting fight doesn’t happen. Given that these are some of the ickiest monsters, some might argue this is a good thing! And these scenes are some of the voriest. In one scene a chimera-succubus sucks dry three men and they’re graphically drawn as shrivelling up into grey husks. While this is frequently described as happening to Luka in some of the Bad Ends, the artwork at least largely leaves him intact before the fade out to black.
The other disappointment is the heavenly knights play a much reduced role. Granberia and Alma Elma don’t even make an appearance until the final quarter of the game and you don’t get a sex scene with any of the four until right near the end. It does make sense in the context of the plot but I suspect it might leave their respective fans disappointed there wasn’t more.
Overall, this is a very well put together hentai game. Violated Hero 2 might just shade it on the quality of artwork, but other than that Monster Girl Quest is simply better at everything than all of its rivals. Torotoro Resistance delivered and brought their epic to a satisfying close.
If fiddling around with text hookers and garbled machine translation doesn’t appeal, never fear, RogueTranslator is working on an English translation. You can check their site for regular updates.
And, if you’ll excuse the sneaky plug, if you’ve finished the game and fancy some... ahem... further reading, please allow me to make a suggestion or five...
tl;dr: Yes. Buy it now.
Here are my previous reviews of chapters one and two. That should give newcomers an idea of what the game series is about. The third chapter is a continuation of the same: a visual novel interspersed with RPG-style turn-based battles. This is a hentai game, so the enemies are all female, use sex attacks and losing results in the main character, a hero named Luka, being subjected to various imaginative sex acts. (and then enslaved, eaten, dried up like salted fish...)
At the end of chapter two Luka had found the four elemental spirits and proved himself to his demon lord companion, Alice, by defeating the four heavenly kings and then Alice herself. Unfortunately for them, the happy ending was interrupted by the previously benevolent deity, Ilias, going batshit insane and invading the world with an army of Angels and hideous artificial Chimera with the intent of wiping out all ‘unclean’ life and beginning anew.
Chapter three kicks off with a short intro showing the cities and towns Luka passed through under siege and then immediately pitches Luka into battles with angels (yeah, they’re just as sex-crazed and perverted as the other monster girls). Then unfolds a truly epic story.
You know how people say “It’s not just porn, it has a great story,” and you think, yeah right, pervert. Well...
It has a really great story.
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| Mermaid lovers, Torotoro Resistance has not forgotten about you |
My first attempt at writing this had to be scrapped as it was too gushy. I really enjoyed the plot, despite only being able to follow it through the vagaries of machine translation (AGTH + TranslationAggregator) as I can’t read Japanese. Early on the game goes into a chunk of back story that explains who Luka really is and how the world ended up the way it is. A mad god tricked and imprisoned all its rivals and then lied to the whole of humanity. It’s weightier fare than normally would be expected for a porn game and the game is all the better for it.
Take Promenstein. The name is clearly a portmanteau of Prometheus and Frankenstein. Normally that would be that, a clever name for an evil scientist. RPGs have been borrowing from classical mythology to populate their bestiaries right from the beginning. Then Promenstein’s background is revealed and the name takes on much greater significance...
Porn is usually derided because most creators don’t give a shit about anything other than the fucking. The creators of Monster Girl Quest clearly do give a shit about story and characterisation and it shows. The game is packed full of strongly drawn characters, brilliant moments and clever little touches. I think fantasy and manga lovers will enjoy this game just as much for the story as the sex. Avoid the spoilers if you can. The game has to be played through to be fully appreciated.
Okay, so it’s not going to win any literary awards, but plot-wise it matches up favourably with other mainstream RPGs and you could probably take all the sex out and still be left with a decent game and story. If Torotoro Resistance’s aim was to create a hentai version of something like Berserk or Claymore, they succeeded admirably.
It’s not all perfect. The end is maybe a gambit twist too far and some of the plot points are clearly there to add something cool to the game play. Which is fine. When making a game, what’s good for the game should always take precedence over the story behind the game.
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| Luka: From buttmonkey to badass |
I was interested to see where they’d take the combat. By the end of chapter two Luka has all the four elemental spirits under his control and is extremely powerful. The story provides a solution to this and the game keeps combat from going stale by tweaking and changing the abilities available to Luka. The main shift from the first two chapters is a greater prominence to the attacking skills. In the previous chapters they weren’t really needed—Meditate to regain health and whichever spirit stopped the enemies one-hit-KO was usually all you needed to defeat most enemies. That won’t work this time. Luka’s basic attack doesn’t really do enough damage and most enemies hit so hard the long game plan will usually end up with Luka running out of SP and losing. Some monsters can also use elemental spirits as well, which adds an extra dimension to the RPGesque battles.
Okay, Hydra, this is all well and good, but what about the sex? You know, the whole purpose of a sex game.
To be honest I was a little less enthusiastic for this instalment. From the spoilers on Torotoro’s website I knew angels were going to feature prominently and angels are kind of dull. I like my girls sexy bad and angels are a little bland compared to some of the other creatures that have graced the monsterpedia.
Yeah, needn’t have worried about that.
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| Halo, check. Fluffy white wings, check. Definitely an angel. |
The artists appear to have been in a competition to outdo each other in terms of weirdness and the end result is a monsterpedia that makes one of Chaosium’s monster manuals look like a petting zoo. At one point I was fighting a zombie dragon with a sexy girl for a tongue. Midway through the battle she vomited out a pair of stomachs shaped like naked girls and told me these were designed to digest a man while fucking him senseless. Seriously, where else are you going to get this level of weirdness!
(and yeah, I think I will be ‘borrowing’ that concept for a future story ;) )
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| ". . . . ." |
As with the previous chapters, they’re trying to hit a wide variety of fetishes. Some are going to hit the spot and others are going to call for a sick bag, but with around 90 separate encounters most monster girl enthusiasts should find something that nestles right in the sweet spot.
The art is again variable in quality, but mostly fine. This time the work appears to be divided so that each artist is responsible for an area or a creature type, which overall makes for some good consistency. New arrival Xelvy in particular appears to have been very productive. While their various cyber/droid monster girls aren’t really my thing, the sheer number of CGIs they’ve provided is above and beyond expectations.
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| There are many many variations on this scene. So many... |
The game gets most things right, but there are a couple of disappointments. One is the addition of scenes in each location where a chimera girl gets to do the naughty with some of the local civilians. Just when you’re wondering what sexy moves the girl has in store for you, Luka shows up and one-hit-kills her and a potentially interesting fight doesn’t happen. Given that these are some of the ickiest monsters, some might argue this is a good thing! And these scenes are some of the voriest. In one scene a chimera-succubus sucks dry three men and they’re graphically drawn as shrivelling up into grey husks. While this is frequently described as happening to Luka in some of the Bad Ends, the artwork at least largely leaves him intact before the fade out to black.
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| The XX-7, for all your male milking needs. Comes with a 3 month warranty. |
The other disappointment is the heavenly knights play a much reduced role. Granberia and Alma Elma don’t even make an appearance until the final quarter of the game and you don’t get a sex scene with any of the four until right near the end. It does make sense in the context of the plot but I suspect it might leave their respective fans disappointed there wasn’t more.
Overall, this is a very well put together hentai game. Violated Hero 2 might just shade it on the quality of artwork, but other than that Monster Girl Quest is simply better at everything than all of its rivals. Torotoro Resistance delivered and brought their epic to a satisfying close.
If fiddling around with text hookers and garbled machine translation doesn’t appeal, never fear, RogueTranslator is working on an English translation. You can check their site for regular updates.
And, if you’ll excuse the sneaky plug, if you’ve finished the game and fancy some... ahem... further reading, please allow me to make a suggestion or five...
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Hentai Game Review: Violated Quest - Lost in the Land of Mon Musu
Monster Girl Quest 3 looks like it’s finally coming out this weekend (or maybe slightly later on the English dlsite).
In the meantime here’s another imitator that’s pretty good: Violated Quest – Lost in the Land of Mon Musu.
It’s another RPGMaker-type game. Normally that would put me off as the sexy stuff is usually too far apart and buried beneath tons of aimless wandering and tedious level-grinding. Violated Quest does away with all that. There are no annoying villages where you have to run around trying to find out who has the hint for the next quest. There is no levelling up. Even the ‘fights’ are largely unwinnable progressions to a sexy Bad End. I’d hesitate to describe it as a game, to be honest.
This isn’t a bad thing. By doing this the makers have been able to focus purely on the sex, which is the important stuff in a hentai game, let’s face it. And there’s a lot of sex. The main character can barely take five steps before the next sexy monster girl is jumping his bones. It’s comparable to MGQ in that regard, there’s very little downtime before a new sexy (mostly) creation shows up. Like MGQ there are more than the usual number of girls, with 39 separate encounters, all with their own H-scenes. Like MGQ the artwork is variable in quality, but mostly fine. Also like MGQ they’re trying to cater to a wide range of fetishes, so expect the occasional scene to be more ‘Ewww’ than ‘Ahhh.’
Sadly, unlike MGQ, Violated Quest doesn’t have strong characters like Alice or the epic plot. Instead the developers have kept it very simple. The only game part is find all the 39 monster girls and they’re all fairly easy to find. Even after the inevitable Game Over from each fight the character just carries on from exactly the same point. Simple, but effective.
Personally, I think this is a better starting point for creating a RPGMaker H-game. Too many RPGMaker clones consist of a few boss-fight sexy Bad End scenes tacked onto generic seen-it-all-before RPG waffle. Any boners are well and truly bored into hiding during the grind to the next boss with a sex scene. Violated Quest is a little too simple—being nothing more than a collection of CG scenes placed on a map rather than in a list—but I think add in some of the puzzle fight elements of MGQ, maybe also some keys, and an interesting plot/characters, and you’d have the beginnings of a RPGMaker game that wasn’t just another fucking annoying generic RPGMaker clone.
Of course, if you actually like the fights and level-grinding of RPGMaker-type games, you’re going to find Violated Quest to be severely lacking. The same is true if you like to see a good story. However, if you’re mainly interested in the sexy monster girl Bad Ends, then Violated Quest delivers that with the minimum of faffing around.
If you’re using a texthooker like AGTH, I’d recommend using this H-code: /HBN*0@470D5A. Otherwise the hooker has a nasty habit of missing characters and mangling the translation.
Next week should see long-anticipated arrival of the final chapter of Monster Girl Quest.
Oh, and I should probably sneak in a blatant plug of my own. If you like this type of game, you'll also like my books. I might not have the drawing chops, but I know how to write a hot succubus sex scene or thirteen ;).
In the meantime here’s another imitator that’s pretty good: Violated Quest – Lost in the Land of Mon Musu.
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| Bursting at the seams with sexy monster girls |
It’s another RPGMaker-type game. Normally that would put me off as the sexy stuff is usually too far apart and buried beneath tons of aimless wandering and tedious level-grinding. Violated Quest does away with all that. There are no annoying villages where you have to run around trying to find out who has the hint for the next quest. There is no levelling up. Even the ‘fights’ are largely unwinnable progressions to a sexy Bad End. I’d hesitate to describe it as a game, to be honest.
This isn’t a bad thing. By doing this the makers have been able to focus purely on the sex, which is the important stuff in a hentai game, let’s face it. And there’s a lot of sex. The main character can barely take five steps before the next sexy monster girl is jumping his bones. It’s comparable to MGQ in that regard, there’s very little downtime before a new sexy (mostly) creation shows up. Like MGQ there are more than the usual number of girls, with 39 separate encounters, all with their own H-scenes. Like MGQ the artwork is variable in quality, but mostly fine. Also like MGQ they’re trying to cater to a wide range of fetishes, so expect the occasional scene to be more ‘Ewww’ than ‘Ahhh.’
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| Um... Yeah... Let's put this one down as a "Ewww" |
Sadly, unlike MGQ, Violated Quest doesn’t have strong characters like Alice or the epic plot. Instead the developers have kept it very simple. The only game part is find all the 39 monster girls and they’re all fairly easy to find. Even after the inevitable Game Over from each fight the character just carries on from exactly the same point. Simple, but effective.
Personally, I think this is a better starting point for creating a RPGMaker H-game. Too many RPGMaker clones consist of a few boss-fight sexy Bad End scenes tacked onto generic seen-it-all-before RPG waffle. Any boners are well and truly bored into hiding during the grind to the next boss with a sex scene. Violated Quest is a little too simple—being nothing more than a collection of CG scenes placed on a map rather than in a list—but I think add in some of the puzzle fight elements of MGQ, maybe also some keys, and an interesting plot/characters, and you’d have the beginnings of a RPGMaker game that wasn’t just another fucking annoying generic RPGMaker clone.
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| One of a handful of sexy succubi awaiting you in Mon Musu land |
Of course, if you actually like the fights and level-grinding of RPGMaker-type games, you’re going to find Violated Quest to be severely lacking. The same is true if you like to see a good story. However, if you’re mainly interested in the sexy monster girl Bad Ends, then Violated Quest delivers that with the minimum of faffing around.
If you’re using a texthooker like AGTH, I’d recommend using this H-code: /HBN*0@470D5A. Otherwise the hooker has a nasty habit of missing characters and mangling the translation.
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| Basilisk - Ve have vays of keeping you hard... |
Next week should see long-anticipated arrival of the final chapter of Monster Girl Quest.
Oh, and I should probably sneak in a blatant plug of my own. If you like this type of game, you'll also like my books. I might not have the drawing chops, but I know how to write a hot succubus sex scene or thirteen ;).
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-9 Bubble Bother
We’re off into a strange combination of fetishes for Bab’s finishing move. If it’s not your cup of tea I hope you at least get a few belly laughs at Jackson’s expense...
Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-9 Bubble Bother
Bab’s eyes twinkled. She smiled.
“There’s just one final thing I want you to do for me,” she said.
Uh oh.
“Actually, it’s something I want to do to you.”
Triple uh oh.
“Mmm, all this... activity has put me in the mood for something really filthy.”
More Uh ohs than he could count.
Bab’s green eyes gleamed with lust. “Bubblegum anal,” she said.
“Uh, okay, I guess,” Jackson said, really hoping the words wouldn’t return to bite him in the ass.
“Perfect,” Bab said with a breezy smile.
She stood up and there was a bounce in her step as she walked over to the small table standing next to the arcade machine.
“Don’t get up,” she called back. “I’ll be right back.”
There wasn’t much chance of Jackson disobeying that request. The bubbles imprisoning his hands and feet might have melted away, but he still felt as though he’d just finished a strenuous bout of gym exercise. His body wanted a good lie down even though that was all he’d done for the last half hour or so.
Bab came back from the table and stood over him. He noticed there was a pouch dangling from her left wrist that hadn’t been there before.
“So, about that help,” Jackson asked in a hopeful tone. He looked up at her face through the rounded peaks of her breasts.
“Shh, this part is tricky,” Bab said.
She squatted down until her knees formed right angles. A hand went down between her legs and rubbed along the lips of her sex. Her eyelids drooped half-closed. Her cheeks puffed in and out. She lifted her tail and Jackson saw something emerge.
A brown something.
Eww, not scat, Jackson thought.
It wasn’t. Not entirely. It started to swell like a balloon and he realised it was another bubble. Not that it made it any less yucky, considering where it had come from.
This had better be worth it, Jackson thought as the bubble expanded and enveloped his cock and balls. Like before it felt soft, moist and stretchy, but there was also a noisome feeling to it, like the pleasure couldn’t quite override the disgust.
Not that his cock cared. It swelled up and let the wet membrane engulf it.
Bab sat down as if the bubble was a space hopper. The edges looked a little softer and gloopier for this bubble. The colour, drab brown, also wasn’t in keeping with the vivid dayglo hues of the previous bubbles.
The other bubbles had smelt of sweet candy, Jackson thought. Maybe this one was supposed to be chocolate.
It did not smell like chocolate.
Bab sat and wriggled her ass. Jackson thought she was about to get her pneumatic on. He was disappointed she hadn’t blown up another bed beneath him. The floor was kind of hard. Bab gave a couple of experimental bounces, but it was more like she manoeuvring to find a more comfortable position.
She leaned back, grabbed Jackson’s knees and lifted them up. Her cheeks puffed in and out. Jackson felt his hips and upper thighs lift up off the ground as the bubble inflated. The soft membrane rolled down his thighs as Bab blew it bigger.
She switched position, this time leaning forward until her upper body was folded over his. She grabbed his upper arms and leaned back, pulling his torso and head up off the ground with her. He felt the advancing bubble membrane creep across his belly. Beneath him it continued to swell—forming a cushion for first his buttocks and then expanding up under his lower back. The elastic surface felt soft... squishy. Just like a... no, best he didn’t pursue that line of thought.
“This is kind of gross,” Jackson said.
“It’s disgusting, I know,” Bab said, her green eyes shining. “Getting this filthy really turns me on.”
Her cheeks puffed in and out. The bubble continued to expand. It rolled down past his knees in one direction and swelled up over his nipples in the other. The bubble was getting as big as the one she’d trapped him in earlier, but this time the membrane was thicker. Instead of Jackson slipping inside, the bubble swelled and deformed around him. Bab gave a little grunt of exertion and the bubble grew until it engulfed everything of Jackson apart from his head. Gentle pressure surrounded him and squeezed down on every part of his body. Apart from a slightly icky squishiness it didn’t feel that bad. Quite comfortable, actually.
“Whew, this is a hard finishing move to pull off,” Bab said as she paused to regain her breath.
“Uh? Finishing move?” Jackson said, his eyes widening in alarm.
Bab bounced lightly on the brown bubble she’d cocooned Jackson in. He felt waves of gentle force flow around his body.
“Yep. Special moves are used during the fight. Finishing moves are used afterwards for extra bonuses. Just simple game terminology. Nothing to worry about.”
Jackson was plenty worrying. The bubble wrapped around him seemed to be getting tighter and tighter. He couldn’t move his arms and legs. It was like being slowly squeezed in an inflatable vice.
“Tight,” he squeaked.
“It’s meant to be tight,” Bab said, “just like anal sex.”
She playfully bounced on the bubble. Waves of purple light washed across the translucent brown surface. Jackson felt waves of warmth wash through his body and coagulate in his balls.
“And feel good,” she said, her voice low and husky, “just like anal sex.”
The bubble membrane squeezed up against and tugged on his erection with squishy suction. That did feel good. Really good.
“Uh yes. Just lie back and let me give you a good squeeze,” Bab said with a husky sigh.
Her muscular thighs squeezed against the sides of the bubble. The purple waves flowed with greater frequency. Jackson felt a little screwy inside. Loose. Like everything that was him was tumbling down to concentrate at his crotch. The last time he’d felt like this was when that succubus had used her tail to... Oh fuck.
“Oh yes, I’m going to squeeze the good stuff out,” Bab said. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed red.
Oh you stupid fucking moron, Jackson thought. She’d got him—tricked him and got him—and he’d let her do it, let her wrap him up in this bubble where he was trapped and helpless. She was gathering his energies in his balls. Getting him ready for her to fuck-suck out his soul. The other succubus had tried to do that with her tail, had been about to fuck-suck him inside out, but the battle had ended first. There was nothing to stop Bab, though. She going to fuck-suck out his soul.
For real.
Jackson squirmed and writhed helplessly. The sensations from his cock were crowding out everything else, as if the substance of his being was being torn down and added to an erection that was mushrooming up into a colossal tower. Bab manipulated the bubble and the soft membrane squeezed him, caressed him, stroked him... urged him on with insistent suction. She gave breathy sighs and grunts. She pushed her heavy breasts out and they swayed with the motions of her body. She cupped them and fondled the nipples. Jackson was about to bubble over. Bab rose up...
...and paused.
“Oh, that help,” she said. “You need to find the Living Stone. That’s the key to escaping the game universe. Find that and you’ll find your way home.”
She sat down. The bubble puffed out sideways. Jackson felt the soft membrane squeezing all around his body.
He erupted.
It felt very much like coming himself inside out.
He twitched spasmodically inside the bubble as semen spurted from his throbbing cock. A crazy racket of electronic bleeps blared out from the arcade machine. Jackson’s hips bucked. Pleasure whip-cracked through his body as his cock gushed...
...and gushed...
...and gushed...
...until Bab finally relaxed with a contented sigh. The squeezing eased up and was replaced with a gentle rocking motion. That odd empty feeling settled into Jackson. All the colour seemed to have leached out of the world. His ears felt clogged up with gum, with barely any sounds slipping through. He couldn’t even smell the bubble anymore.
He was quite glad of that.
Bab opened the pouch dangling from her wrist. She pulled out two silvery discs and pushed them between Jackson’s lips. They tasted cold and metallic. Coins?
Despite tasting and feeling like coins, the disks settled on his tongue and vanished. As if they’d dissolved like a pill. And like a pill, Jackson started to feel better. The colour came back to the world and sounds returned to normal volume.
“I held a couple of credits back,” Bab said with a bright smile. “You’re not an avatar. Killing you would be permanent and I don’t want that.”
She leant over and kissed him on the forehead.
“Maybe we’ll meet up in one of the other games.”
She swished her tail round and whacked the bubble. It didn’t burst, instead launching into the air like a beach ball with Jackson still stuck inside. Bab blew him a kiss as he flew across the room.
“The Living Stone, don’t forget,” she called after him as Jackson sailed out of an open window.
* * * *
A forlorn-looking figure covered in evil-smelling gunk shambled into the village trailing puddles of brown gloop behind it.
“How went the battle with the dragon, sir?” a village guard asked.
“Could you point me in the direction of the nearest baths, please,” Jackson said.
Jackson in HRPG-World 4: Bubble Bother – END
Jackson will return in: “Jackson in HRPG-World 5: Lightning x Labyrinth x Lesbians.”
I’m not sure when the next one will go out. I have a good idea of which game I’m going to be parodying and where the story is going to go, but I want to concentrate on getting a good chunk of Succubus Summoning 201 written first.
Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-9 Bubble Bother
Bab’s eyes twinkled. She smiled.
“There’s just one final thing I want you to do for me,” she said.
Uh oh.
“Actually, it’s something I want to do to you.”
Triple uh oh.
“Mmm, all this... activity has put me in the mood for something really filthy.”
More Uh ohs than he could count.
Bab’s green eyes gleamed with lust. “Bubblegum anal,” she said.
“Uh, okay, I guess,” Jackson said, really hoping the words wouldn’t return to bite him in the ass.
“Perfect,” Bab said with a breezy smile.
She stood up and there was a bounce in her step as she walked over to the small table standing next to the arcade machine.
“Don’t get up,” she called back. “I’ll be right back.”
There wasn’t much chance of Jackson disobeying that request. The bubbles imprisoning his hands and feet might have melted away, but he still felt as though he’d just finished a strenuous bout of gym exercise. His body wanted a good lie down even though that was all he’d done for the last half hour or so.
Bab came back from the table and stood over him. He noticed there was a pouch dangling from her left wrist that hadn’t been there before.
“So, about that help,” Jackson asked in a hopeful tone. He looked up at her face through the rounded peaks of her breasts.
“Shh, this part is tricky,” Bab said.
She squatted down until her knees formed right angles. A hand went down between her legs and rubbed along the lips of her sex. Her eyelids drooped half-closed. Her cheeks puffed in and out. She lifted her tail and Jackson saw something emerge.
A brown something.
Eww, not scat, Jackson thought.
It wasn’t. Not entirely. It started to swell like a balloon and he realised it was another bubble. Not that it made it any less yucky, considering where it had come from.
This had better be worth it, Jackson thought as the bubble expanded and enveloped his cock and balls. Like before it felt soft, moist and stretchy, but there was also a noisome feeling to it, like the pleasure couldn’t quite override the disgust.
Not that his cock cared. It swelled up and let the wet membrane engulf it.
Bab sat down as if the bubble was a space hopper. The edges looked a little softer and gloopier for this bubble. The colour, drab brown, also wasn’t in keeping with the vivid dayglo hues of the previous bubbles.
The other bubbles had smelt of sweet candy, Jackson thought. Maybe this one was supposed to be chocolate.
It did not smell like chocolate.
Bab sat and wriggled her ass. Jackson thought she was about to get her pneumatic on. He was disappointed she hadn’t blown up another bed beneath him. The floor was kind of hard. Bab gave a couple of experimental bounces, but it was more like she manoeuvring to find a more comfortable position.
She leaned back, grabbed Jackson’s knees and lifted them up. Her cheeks puffed in and out. Jackson felt his hips and upper thighs lift up off the ground as the bubble inflated. The soft membrane rolled down his thighs as Bab blew it bigger.
She switched position, this time leaning forward until her upper body was folded over his. She grabbed his upper arms and leaned back, pulling his torso and head up off the ground with her. He felt the advancing bubble membrane creep across his belly. Beneath him it continued to swell—forming a cushion for first his buttocks and then expanding up under his lower back. The elastic surface felt soft... squishy. Just like a... no, best he didn’t pursue that line of thought.
“This is kind of gross,” Jackson said.
“It’s disgusting, I know,” Bab said, her green eyes shining. “Getting this filthy really turns me on.”
Her cheeks puffed in and out. The bubble continued to expand. It rolled down past his knees in one direction and swelled up over his nipples in the other. The bubble was getting as big as the one she’d trapped him in earlier, but this time the membrane was thicker. Instead of Jackson slipping inside, the bubble swelled and deformed around him. Bab gave a little grunt of exertion and the bubble grew until it engulfed everything of Jackson apart from his head. Gentle pressure surrounded him and squeezed down on every part of his body. Apart from a slightly icky squishiness it didn’t feel that bad. Quite comfortable, actually.
“Whew, this is a hard finishing move to pull off,” Bab said as she paused to regain her breath.
“Uh? Finishing move?” Jackson said, his eyes widening in alarm.
Bab bounced lightly on the brown bubble she’d cocooned Jackson in. He felt waves of gentle force flow around his body.
“Yep. Special moves are used during the fight. Finishing moves are used afterwards for extra bonuses. Just simple game terminology. Nothing to worry about.”
Jackson was plenty worrying. The bubble wrapped around him seemed to be getting tighter and tighter. He couldn’t move his arms and legs. It was like being slowly squeezed in an inflatable vice.
“Tight,” he squeaked.
“It’s meant to be tight,” Bab said, “just like anal sex.”
She playfully bounced on the bubble. Waves of purple light washed across the translucent brown surface. Jackson felt waves of warmth wash through his body and coagulate in his balls.
“And feel good,” she said, her voice low and husky, “just like anal sex.”
The bubble membrane squeezed up against and tugged on his erection with squishy suction. That did feel good. Really good.
“Uh yes. Just lie back and let me give you a good squeeze,” Bab said with a husky sigh.
Her muscular thighs squeezed against the sides of the bubble. The purple waves flowed with greater frequency. Jackson felt a little screwy inside. Loose. Like everything that was him was tumbling down to concentrate at his crotch. The last time he’d felt like this was when that succubus had used her tail to... Oh fuck.
“Oh yes, I’m going to squeeze the good stuff out,” Bab said. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed red.
Oh you stupid fucking moron, Jackson thought. She’d got him—tricked him and got him—and he’d let her do it, let her wrap him up in this bubble where he was trapped and helpless. She was gathering his energies in his balls. Getting him ready for her to fuck-suck out his soul. The other succubus had tried to do that with her tail, had been about to fuck-suck him inside out, but the battle had ended first. There was nothing to stop Bab, though. She going to fuck-suck out his soul.
For real.
Jackson squirmed and writhed helplessly. The sensations from his cock were crowding out everything else, as if the substance of his being was being torn down and added to an erection that was mushrooming up into a colossal tower. Bab manipulated the bubble and the soft membrane squeezed him, caressed him, stroked him... urged him on with insistent suction. She gave breathy sighs and grunts. She pushed her heavy breasts out and they swayed with the motions of her body. She cupped them and fondled the nipples. Jackson was about to bubble over. Bab rose up...
...and paused.
“Oh, that help,” she said. “You need to find the Living Stone. That’s the key to escaping the game universe. Find that and you’ll find your way home.”
She sat down. The bubble puffed out sideways. Jackson felt the soft membrane squeezing all around his body.
He erupted.
It felt very much like coming himself inside out.
He twitched spasmodically inside the bubble as semen spurted from his throbbing cock. A crazy racket of electronic bleeps blared out from the arcade machine. Jackson’s hips bucked. Pleasure whip-cracked through his body as his cock gushed...
...and gushed...
...and gushed...
...until Bab finally relaxed with a contented sigh. The squeezing eased up and was replaced with a gentle rocking motion. That odd empty feeling settled into Jackson. All the colour seemed to have leached out of the world. His ears felt clogged up with gum, with barely any sounds slipping through. He couldn’t even smell the bubble anymore.
He was quite glad of that.
Bab opened the pouch dangling from her wrist. She pulled out two silvery discs and pushed them between Jackson’s lips. They tasted cold and metallic. Coins?
Despite tasting and feeling like coins, the disks settled on his tongue and vanished. As if they’d dissolved like a pill. And like a pill, Jackson started to feel better. The colour came back to the world and sounds returned to normal volume.
“I held a couple of credits back,” Bab said with a bright smile. “You’re not an avatar. Killing you would be permanent and I don’t want that.”
She leant over and kissed him on the forehead.
“Maybe we’ll meet up in one of the other games.”
She swished her tail round and whacked the bubble. It didn’t burst, instead launching into the air like a beach ball with Jackson still stuck inside. Bab blew him a kiss as he flew across the room.
“The Living Stone, don’t forget,” she called after him as Jackson sailed out of an open window.
* * * *
A forlorn-looking figure covered in evil-smelling gunk shambled into the village trailing puddles of brown gloop behind it.
“How went the battle with the dragon, sir?” a village guard asked.
“Could you point me in the direction of the nearest baths, please,” Jackson said.
Jackson in HRPG-World 4: Bubble Bother – END
Jackson will return in: “Jackson in HRPG-World 5: Lightning x Labyrinth x Lesbians.”
I’m not sure when the next one will go out. I have a good idea of which game I’m going to be parodying and where the story is going to go, but I want to concentrate on getting a good chunk of Succubus Summoning 201 written first.
Sunday, May 05, 2013
Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-8 Bubble Bother
Hmm, lost the plot a little and ended up skipping last week. Anyway, normal service is now resumed...
Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-8 Bubble Bother
Bab shifted position on top of him, turning around until her head was level with his.
“And how come all the succubus-type monsters seem to know this is a computer game?” he continued.
Bab ignored him. She lowered her face until her nose brushed against his. There was a big smile on her lips and her big green eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Fancy a bubblegum fuck?” she asked.
Jackson might, if he knew what one was. Although he could take a good guess.
Bab lay on top of him and ground her mons against him. The soft bubble-bed rocked and swayed with her motions.
“Hey,” Jackson said. “You need to give me a chance to reload. I’m not a porn star. And they have to have all kinds of shit injected into their bollocks before they—”
Bab ignored him. She sat up with her sex suspended above Jackson’s crotch. She flexed her hips and Jackson watched as a pink bubble emerged from between the hairless folds of her sex.
Okay, so that was not a sight you saw every day, Jackson thought. The ping-pong ball trick... for grandmasters. Surprisingly kinky-looking as well.
And extremely kinky-feeling...
Jackson’s mouth formed an ‘o’ as the bubble expanded to envelop first his cock and then his balls in a sticky, stretchy membrane.
“Mmm, feels better than the one from my mouth, doesn’t it,” Bab purred.
Jackson didn’t disagree. The membrane was thicker, softer, warmer, wetter—like how he imagined her pussy to be. He should have been done. Third time? So soon? Fugedaboutit. Might as well hang up the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign; his cock was out for the count. Then it was enveloped in a soft, elastic membrane. His erection jerked back up and poked against the expanding bubble. It was up like Lennox Lewis waiting for the bell to announce round three.
“I love a bubblegum fuck,” Bab said.
She bounced up and down on the bubble. Jackson felt her motions travel through the membrane. It felt like his hard-on was plunging back and forth into something warm, moist and tight. He knew it wouldn’t be long before she had him coming again.
“Lets me get really pneumatic,” Bab continued.
Her heavy breasts swung back and forth as she bounced up and down faster and faster. Jackson was bouncing too, caught between the big bubble beneath them and the one engulfing his crotch.
It really wouldn’t be long before he came again.
Then his cock was inside the bubble. It was the same as before—the membrane gave way, his penis slipped through, but rather than bursting, the bubble sealed right up around his genitals. Bab bobbed down and the swollen head of his erection brushed along the exposed groove of her sex. She held herself there in a squat that kept the hidden depths of her vagina tantalisingly just out of reach. Her legs rubbed along the outside of the bubble as she opened them wider.
“I shouldn’t be doing this, but fuck it, you’ve got plenty of credits,” Bab said.
Doing what, Jackson thought.
Bab opened her legs wider. She closed her eyes and let out a soft erotic moan. The pink membrane of the bubble was translucent enough for Jackson to see her labia gape open. Something spilled out. It looked like black smoke, or maybe an inky-black liquid made out of writhing shadows. It cascaded down his hard-on and—
Oh fuck.
Jackson writhed on top of the swaying bubble-bed in helpless pleasurable torment. Fingers. It felt like fingers. Lots of fingers. Warm, skilful, sensual, oil-covered fingers. They tapped, caressed, stroked down his shaft until his cock was rock-hard and twitching.
The sensation was amazing, but there was also a wrongness about it—corruption, violation, depravity.
Bab knew it too. Her smile seemed almost apologetic.
Jackson tried to sit upright.
“No struggling,” Bab said.
She pursed her lips and blew out a purple bubble. It reached the size of a football and then she let it go. The bubble drifted over Jackson’s body in a woozy elliptical arc before coming down on his right hand. Before he could push it off it fused with the bigger bubble beneath him, pinning Jackson’s hand and wrist to the bubble-bed. A second bubble swallowed his left hand and two more settled over his feet. He was spread-eagled and shackled to the bubble-bed as surely as if Bab had handcuffed him to the bedposts.
“Relax,” Bab said. “It’s only going to be a little sex drain.”
“Sex drain?”
“It is what a succubus does to her victim,” Bab smiled.
“Succubus? I thought you were a dragon,” Jackson said.
Bab’s cheeks reddened. She put a hand to her mouth. “Oops. That was naughty of me. We’re not supposed to break kayfabe.”
Before Jackson could ask her what she meant she opened her legs wider and more darkness cascaded out into the bubble. Jackson’s head fell back. It felt like the most experienced hooker in the world was performing every trick she knew on his exposed genitals.
“Mmm, let’s draw it out,” Bab said.
She slowly rotated her hips on top of the bubble, occasionally pressing down against Jackson. He felt incorporeal fingers lightly stroke his scrotal sack and his body responded. His balls swelled up from empty. It felt like she was drawing his energies down into his scrotum until his testicles felt plump and swollen.
As good as it felt, Jackson wasn’t sure he liked where this was going.
Bab moaned in pleasure as she rocked on top of the bubble. Her wings were extended and there was definitely a touch of the demonic to her appearance now. The bubble between her legs was filled with inky black clouds. It had started to pulse of its own accord. Each throb felt like a warm, moist stroke up and down Jackson’s shaft.
He couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Mmm, yes,” Bab said.
She relaxed and sat down on the smoke-filled bubble. The sides bulged out and kept bulging as the bubble seemed to breathe in. Jackson felt the tug and couldn’t resist. His hips bucked and he fired a torrent of semen into the swirling inky darkness. The torrent became a white flood of bliss as a host of sinful sensations enveloped his genitals, encouraging more and more from him.
A series of strangled bleeps blared out from the arcade machine, like it was trying to play multiple copies of the same jingle simultaneously without the means to do so.
Bab gave a relaxed sigh of erotic contentment. The bubble collapsed—imploded—as if her vagina had sucked the contents up into her body. At the same time the bubble-bed beneath them gave out and started to deflate. Jackson felt the heat of her body as Bab settled down on his upper thighs. Scraps of gum still clung to his spent cock. Another sigh, a little shiver running through her hips, and Bab sucked those back up into her.
Okay, yeah, that was a lot more impressive than the ping-pong ball trick, Jackson thought. Or rather tried to think. His head felt as scrambled as if he’d just bitten down on a live power cable.
Bab sucked on her fingers as if savouring a fine meal.
“Delicious,” she said. “Absolutely delicious.”
Nothing had gone near her mouth this time.
“So that story about being forced to build a maze in order to find a prospective mate, how true was it?” Jackson said. He felt a little out of breath.
“I might have made some of it up,” Bab said, grinning. “It’s hard. We don’t get as many roles in games now. We have to be a little more... creative.”
“Who’s we?”
“Shhh,” Bab said. “I’ll get into trouble.”
Jackson wanted to scream: ‘With who?’ but he didn’t have the energy.
“I like you,” Bab said. She tickled his chest. “I could keep you here forever, but that wouldn’t be right. You want to get out of the game world? I can help you.”
As floored—literally, the giant bubble beneath them had fully deflated—as Jackson felt, his ears pricked up.
“You can?”
Bab’s eyes twinkled. She smiled.
“There’s just one final thing I want you to do for me,” she said.
Uh oh.
“Actually, it’s something I want to do to you.”
Triple uh oh.
“Mmm, all this... activity has put me in the mood for something really filthy.”
More Uh ohs than he could count.
Bab’s blue eyes gleamed with lust. “Bubblegum anal,” she said.
to be concluded...
Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-8 Bubble Bother
Bab shifted position on top of him, turning around until her head was level with his.
“And how come all the succubus-type monsters seem to know this is a computer game?” he continued.
Bab ignored him. She lowered her face until her nose brushed against his. There was a big smile on her lips and her big green eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Fancy a bubblegum fuck?” she asked.
Jackson might, if he knew what one was. Although he could take a good guess.
Bab lay on top of him and ground her mons against him. The soft bubble-bed rocked and swayed with her motions.
“Hey,” Jackson said. “You need to give me a chance to reload. I’m not a porn star. And they have to have all kinds of shit injected into their bollocks before they—”
Bab ignored him. She sat up with her sex suspended above Jackson’s crotch. She flexed her hips and Jackson watched as a pink bubble emerged from between the hairless folds of her sex.
Okay, so that was not a sight you saw every day, Jackson thought. The ping-pong ball trick... for grandmasters. Surprisingly kinky-looking as well.
And extremely kinky-feeling...
Jackson’s mouth formed an ‘o’ as the bubble expanded to envelop first his cock and then his balls in a sticky, stretchy membrane.
“Mmm, feels better than the one from my mouth, doesn’t it,” Bab purred.
Jackson didn’t disagree. The membrane was thicker, softer, warmer, wetter—like how he imagined her pussy to be. He should have been done. Third time? So soon? Fugedaboutit. Might as well hang up the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign; his cock was out for the count. Then it was enveloped in a soft, elastic membrane. His erection jerked back up and poked against the expanding bubble. It was up like Lennox Lewis waiting for the bell to announce round three.
“I love a bubblegum fuck,” Bab said.
She bounced up and down on the bubble. Jackson felt her motions travel through the membrane. It felt like his hard-on was plunging back and forth into something warm, moist and tight. He knew it wouldn’t be long before she had him coming again.
“Lets me get really pneumatic,” Bab continued.
Her heavy breasts swung back and forth as she bounced up and down faster and faster. Jackson was bouncing too, caught between the big bubble beneath them and the one engulfing his crotch.
It really wouldn’t be long before he came again.
Then his cock was inside the bubble. It was the same as before—the membrane gave way, his penis slipped through, but rather than bursting, the bubble sealed right up around his genitals. Bab bobbed down and the swollen head of his erection brushed along the exposed groove of her sex. She held herself there in a squat that kept the hidden depths of her vagina tantalisingly just out of reach. Her legs rubbed along the outside of the bubble as she opened them wider.
“I shouldn’t be doing this, but fuck it, you’ve got plenty of credits,” Bab said.
Doing what, Jackson thought.
Bab opened her legs wider. She closed her eyes and let out a soft erotic moan. The pink membrane of the bubble was translucent enough for Jackson to see her labia gape open. Something spilled out. It looked like black smoke, or maybe an inky-black liquid made out of writhing shadows. It cascaded down his hard-on and—
Oh fuck.
Jackson writhed on top of the swaying bubble-bed in helpless pleasurable torment. Fingers. It felt like fingers. Lots of fingers. Warm, skilful, sensual, oil-covered fingers. They tapped, caressed, stroked down his shaft until his cock was rock-hard and twitching.
The sensation was amazing, but there was also a wrongness about it—corruption, violation, depravity.
Bab knew it too. Her smile seemed almost apologetic.
Jackson tried to sit upright.
“No struggling,” Bab said.
She pursed her lips and blew out a purple bubble. It reached the size of a football and then she let it go. The bubble drifted over Jackson’s body in a woozy elliptical arc before coming down on his right hand. Before he could push it off it fused with the bigger bubble beneath him, pinning Jackson’s hand and wrist to the bubble-bed. A second bubble swallowed his left hand and two more settled over his feet. He was spread-eagled and shackled to the bubble-bed as surely as if Bab had handcuffed him to the bedposts.
“Relax,” Bab said. “It’s only going to be a little sex drain.”
“Sex drain?”
“It is what a succubus does to her victim,” Bab smiled.
“Succubus? I thought you were a dragon,” Jackson said.
Bab’s cheeks reddened. She put a hand to her mouth. “Oops. That was naughty of me. We’re not supposed to break kayfabe.”
Before Jackson could ask her what she meant she opened her legs wider and more darkness cascaded out into the bubble. Jackson’s head fell back. It felt like the most experienced hooker in the world was performing every trick she knew on his exposed genitals.
“Mmm, let’s draw it out,” Bab said.
She slowly rotated her hips on top of the bubble, occasionally pressing down against Jackson. He felt incorporeal fingers lightly stroke his scrotal sack and his body responded. His balls swelled up from empty. It felt like she was drawing his energies down into his scrotum until his testicles felt plump and swollen.
As good as it felt, Jackson wasn’t sure he liked where this was going.
Bab moaned in pleasure as she rocked on top of the bubble. Her wings were extended and there was definitely a touch of the demonic to her appearance now. The bubble between her legs was filled with inky black clouds. It had started to pulse of its own accord. Each throb felt like a warm, moist stroke up and down Jackson’s shaft.
He couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Mmm, yes,” Bab said.
She relaxed and sat down on the smoke-filled bubble. The sides bulged out and kept bulging as the bubble seemed to breathe in. Jackson felt the tug and couldn’t resist. His hips bucked and he fired a torrent of semen into the swirling inky darkness. The torrent became a white flood of bliss as a host of sinful sensations enveloped his genitals, encouraging more and more from him.
A series of strangled bleeps blared out from the arcade machine, like it was trying to play multiple copies of the same jingle simultaneously without the means to do so.
Bab gave a relaxed sigh of erotic contentment. The bubble collapsed—imploded—as if her vagina had sucked the contents up into her body. At the same time the bubble-bed beneath them gave out and started to deflate. Jackson felt the heat of her body as Bab settled down on his upper thighs. Scraps of gum still clung to his spent cock. Another sigh, a little shiver running through her hips, and Bab sucked those back up into her.
Okay, yeah, that was a lot more impressive than the ping-pong ball trick, Jackson thought. Or rather tried to think. His head felt as scrambled as if he’d just bitten down on a live power cable.
Bab sucked on her fingers as if savouring a fine meal.
“Delicious,” she said. “Absolutely delicious.”
Nothing had gone near her mouth this time.
“So that story about being forced to build a maze in order to find a prospective mate, how true was it?” Jackson said. He felt a little out of breath.
“I might have made some of it up,” Bab said, grinning. “It’s hard. We don’t get as many roles in games now. We have to be a little more... creative.”
“Who’s we?”
“Shhh,” Bab said. “I’ll get into trouble.”
Jackson wanted to scream: ‘With who?’ but he didn’t have the energy.
“I like you,” Bab said. She tickled his chest. “I could keep you here forever, but that wouldn’t be right. You want to get out of the game world? I can help you.”
As floored—literally, the giant bubble beneath them had fully deflated—as Jackson felt, his ears pricked up.
“You can?”
Bab’s eyes twinkled. She smiled.
“There’s just one final thing I want you to do for me,” she said.
Uh oh.
“Actually, it’s something I want to do to you.”
Triple uh oh.
“Mmm, all this... activity has put me in the mood for something really filthy.”
More Uh ohs than he could count.
Bab’s blue eyes gleamed with lust. “Bubblegum anal,” she said.
to be concluded...
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