Name: Pink Cushionblob
Type: Slime
Habitat: Caves (Temperate, Damp).
Description:
The pink cushionblob has the form of a naked buxom girl with bright and slightly translucent pink skin lying on what looks like a large round waterbed mattress of the same colour. This is a type of slime girl that possesses so much additional mass it accumulates beneath them to form a large cushion or pillow. Their semi-liquid internal body is contained within an elastic membrane. Floating freely within the internal body is a core composed of darker, opaque material.
They are intelligent and possess a friendly disposition. At first they were thought to be a benign variety of hindig. As with most hindigs, they derive sustenance from human sexual fluids and initially they seemed content to trade sexual services for small amounts of seminal fluid extracted from willing partners. Now we know cushionblobs will sometimes drain a human to death and should be considered dangerous.
Attack Strategy:
The pink cushionblob asks men (and sometimes women) to join them on their bed and the men (and sometimes women) join them on their bed. Why the men (and sometimes women) do this, we don't know. Even with repeated warnings and foreknowledge of the risks, the men (and sometimes women) still do it. This makes me believe there may be additional factors in play other than sheer stupidity and desire to win a Darwin Award.
Once she has them on her bed, the cushionblob gives her prey an erotic body-to-body massage many have reported to be both thoroughly relaxing and highly arousing. If her prey is male, the cushionblob engulfs their penis and stimulates them to multiple orgasms. If female, the cushionblob extrudes part of her body into the prey's vagina and absorbs the vaginal secretions produced during climax. This is not fatal unless the cushionblob brings her core into contact with her prey's sexual organs. Contact with the core triggers a state of lethal hyper-arousal where the prey continues to climax helplessly until death occurs through loss of fluids.
(Should I mention the part where the cushionblob sucks out and absorbs the victim's soul? Would anyone believe me?)
Countermeasures:
I'd like to say, "Don't join her on her bed you blithering idiots," but people still do.
Maintaining discipline is important. At first the cushionblobs let people go to return to camp and spread stories about how good being with a cushionblob was. The curious would then seek the cushionblobs out to experience it for themselves. I'm convinced this was a deliberate and predetermined strategy.
Unlike other slime girls such as the blue specimen, HA-001, being studied back on Earth, pink cushionblobs are less protean in form and abilities. The external skin can be punctured and enough damage will result in the cushionblob being unable to hold their liquid body together. However, they are capable of rapidly closing and healing any wounds to their outer layer. Destroying the central core is a proven way of killing them for certain. Extreme cold is also effective, as are desiccating agents.
Threat Level:
Why do they keep joining her on her bed...?
Moderate.
There must be a pheromone or mind control element we're missing here. Our personnel are succumbing too frequently to the cushionblob's temptations, even the forewarned and wary ones.
Friday, January 29, 2016
Thursday, January 28, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Pink Cushionblob
"You look tired and tense. Would you like a massage?" the pink girl on the pink bed asked.
Both the girl and bed were very pink. Not in the human-flesh-tone sense of pink, but the unnatural sort of artificial pink you'd expect to see on a manufactured item, like an inflatable or piece of plastic. Their surfaces even had a similar level of translucency to a balloon or see-through rubber inflatable.
PFC Stewart Peter Bate called it a bed, but it was really just a circular mattress plonked on the floor. It looked like a big rubber bladder filled with water, like one of those old sleazy waterbed mattresses without a frame. The pink girl was naked and lay on top of it. Her whole body—her skin, even—looked to be covered in the same translucent pink material that surrounded the mattress underneath her. While the rest of her was slender and sexily proportioned, her boobs looked as though they'd been attached to an air hose. Her tits were big and round and gave her the improbably proportioned figure of an anime pinup. She smiled at Bate and rubbed the surface of the mattress as if she wanted him to lie down with her.
Bate felt a twinge between his shoulder blades. It had been a long day. Yes, he would like a relaxing massage.
He slipped out of his clothes and climbed up on the bed.
Not only did it look like a waterbed, it swayed, rocked and sloshed like a waterbed. The surface looked like rubber, but it felt like warm, soft skin to touch. It also felt slightly moist and there was a strong odor of exotic perfume in the air—as if the whole bed had been soaked in scented oils.
Bate wondered if the girl with the bubblegum-pink skin felt the same, especially those juicy big tits. Smiling rakishly, Bate reached over to give them a good grope.
The girl smiled flirtatiously back at him, but batted his hands away before he could get a good feel.
"Later," she said. "Massage first."
Bate couldn't push the issue, despite his obvious physical superiority to the girl. The slippery and pitching surface of the bed made it too hard for Bate to both keep his balance and try and sneak his hands through the pink girl's defenses for a quick feel. Instead he did as the pink girl requested and lay down on his front with his arms outstretched and his legs slightly apart.
He wished he had a bed like this back at camp. It was so comfortable. He sank into the soft mattress and was gently rocked by the movement of the water within it.
He felt a weight settle on his buttocks and lower back as she sat astride him. Bate was already liking the direction this massage was taking.
"Can you do body-to-body?" he asked.
"If you like," she said.
"And can you use your tits?" he asked. "I'd love to feel those puppies rubbing up and down my back."
"It would be a pleasure," she said. "I'll cover you in my big soft boobs."
And pleasure it was. She started with her hands. First they slid over his back like the whisper of a lover's sigh. Then she started to apply more pressure—pushing down with her palms and smoothing out the muscles on either side of his spine. She needed no oil. Her hands exuded a natural lubricant of their own. She bent lower over him as her deft hands moved up to work on the taut muscles of his shoulders. They slithered higher to unknot the kinks in his neck.
Her technique was unusual. Where another masseuse might have kneaded the knots out with stiff fingers, her touch was light and gentle. All she had to do was lay her soft hands on his flesh and all the tension underneath simply melted away.
The first part of the massage was to relax him. The second was to inflame his arousal. For that she used her tits.
He felt them against his back. They were like two cushions filled with warm water that had little rubber nubs at their apex. She squashed her breasts against him as she lay down on top of him. Her soft boobs spread out across his back and he felt the warmth from them seep under his skin.
Like her hands, her breasts exuded a scented oil that acted as a lubricant. Cushioned by her considerable chest, the cushionblob slid over Bate. He felt her nipples trace lines up and down his back. He felt them draw spirals on his shoulder blades. He even felt her slide up high enough for him to feel the bulging pressure of her bust on either side of his head.
It was everything he wanted. Her body against his lit up pleasure receptors all over his skin.
"I can feel another kind of tension," she said. Her hand slithered between his thighs and fondled his nuts. "Would you like me to take care of this as well?"
"That would really really make my day," Bate said.
She got him to lift his hips. Not quite getting him to all fours, but high enough for her to get her skillful hands in underneath. With her lovely swollen boobs pressed against his back, she wrapped wet hands around Bate's penis and stroked up and down.
It didn't take her long to bring him to full erection and then she held his swollen manhood so it was pointing straight down. Using the full weight of her body, she pushed Bate's crotch back down onto the mattress. The head of his cock came up against the elastic surface, but rather than sliding along it, the mattress gave way and Bate's erection plunged through into not water but warm viscous jelly. The cushionblob was made of the same substance—she lay on top of Bate and her body softened until she covered the whole of him like a thick warm duvet... a stretchy rubber duvet that pinned Bate to the mattress and wouldn't let him pull free. Not that Bate wanted to pull free. He felt so comfortable and the rippling sensation of the jelly moving around his erection was like nothing he'd ever experienced.
The slime girl's core, a glob of darker and more viscous matter, rose up and pressed against Bate's erection. His swollen glans dimpled the core's surface and then the rest rolled smoothly up around his shaft until his whole cock was engulfed.
"Let me take all your cares away," she whispered in his ear.
The bed and the girl were one, some part of his mind not currently smothered in bliss realized. Or rather, she was an extension of the bed he was currently lying upon. Or should that be in? Her body had softened and melted around him until his head was the only part of him not currently buried beneath warm pink jelly.
Then the globular mass wrapped around his cock began to slowly pulsate in and out, and every last part of Bate's mind was lost to animal lusts. With each throb ripples tickled up his shaft like many dexterous fingers applying a tantric massage to his member. They squeezed, twisted and tugged until Bate could withstand it no more and he climaxed explosively.
The shuddering force of his ejaculation temporarily dislodged her core, but only for a moment before it returned—hungry—and engulfed him again. Bate's erection was stretched out within it and sensitive spots on his shaft and glans were located and stimulated. Bate shuddered as he came again. This time his erection remained enveloped—the ejaculation a controlled milking.
The cushionblob rippled all over his back, the motions a whisper of bliss.
"Let it all out," she said to him. "Release all that tension into me."
The mattress that was really part of her gelatinous body slowly throbbed as she squeezed out and absorbed his cum. Bate's issue puffed out within her semi-transparent body as milky-white clouds. Those clouds thickened as she drew more fluids out of Bate's body. She held him in a state of insensate sexual bliss as she emptied him. The last to be drawn out was his soul. It sparkled within her as a cloud of glittering motes before fading away as she digested and absorbed it.
They eat our souls...?
Both the girl and bed were very pink. Not in the human-flesh-tone sense of pink, but the unnatural sort of artificial pink you'd expect to see on a manufactured item, like an inflatable or piece of plastic. Their surfaces even had a similar level of translucency to a balloon or see-through rubber inflatable.
PFC Stewart Peter Bate called it a bed, but it was really just a circular mattress plonked on the floor. It looked like a big rubber bladder filled with water, like one of those old sleazy waterbed mattresses without a frame. The pink girl was naked and lay on top of it. Her whole body—her skin, even—looked to be covered in the same translucent pink material that surrounded the mattress underneath her. While the rest of her was slender and sexily proportioned, her boobs looked as though they'd been attached to an air hose. Her tits were big and round and gave her the improbably proportioned figure of an anime pinup. She smiled at Bate and rubbed the surface of the mattress as if she wanted him to lie down with her.
Bate felt a twinge between his shoulder blades. It had been a long day. Yes, he would like a relaxing massage.
He slipped out of his clothes and climbed up on the bed.
Not only did it look like a waterbed, it swayed, rocked and sloshed like a waterbed. The surface looked like rubber, but it felt like warm, soft skin to touch. It also felt slightly moist and there was a strong odor of exotic perfume in the air—as if the whole bed had been soaked in scented oils.
Bate wondered if the girl with the bubblegum-pink skin felt the same, especially those juicy big tits. Smiling rakishly, Bate reached over to give them a good grope.
The girl smiled flirtatiously back at him, but batted his hands away before he could get a good feel.
"Later," she said. "Massage first."
Bate couldn't push the issue, despite his obvious physical superiority to the girl. The slippery and pitching surface of the bed made it too hard for Bate to both keep his balance and try and sneak his hands through the pink girl's defenses for a quick feel. Instead he did as the pink girl requested and lay down on his front with his arms outstretched and his legs slightly apart.
He wished he had a bed like this back at camp. It was so comfortable. He sank into the soft mattress and was gently rocked by the movement of the water within it.
He felt a weight settle on his buttocks and lower back as she sat astride him. Bate was already liking the direction this massage was taking.
"Can you do body-to-body?" he asked.
"If you like," she said.
"And can you use your tits?" he asked. "I'd love to feel those puppies rubbing up and down my back."
"It would be a pleasure," she said. "I'll cover you in my big soft boobs."
And pleasure it was. She started with her hands. First they slid over his back like the whisper of a lover's sigh. Then she started to apply more pressure—pushing down with her palms and smoothing out the muscles on either side of his spine. She needed no oil. Her hands exuded a natural lubricant of their own. She bent lower over him as her deft hands moved up to work on the taut muscles of his shoulders. They slithered higher to unknot the kinks in his neck.
Her technique was unusual. Where another masseuse might have kneaded the knots out with stiff fingers, her touch was light and gentle. All she had to do was lay her soft hands on his flesh and all the tension underneath simply melted away.
The first part of the massage was to relax him. The second was to inflame his arousal. For that she used her tits.
He felt them against his back. They were like two cushions filled with warm water that had little rubber nubs at their apex. She squashed her breasts against him as she lay down on top of him. Her soft boobs spread out across his back and he felt the warmth from them seep under his skin.
Like her hands, her breasts exuded a scented oil that acted as a lubricant. Cushioned by her considerable chest, the cushionblob slid over Bate. He felt her nipples trace lines up and down his back. He felt them draw spirals on his shoulder blades. He even felt her slide up high enough for him to feel the bulging pressure of her bust on either side of his head.
It was everything he wanted. Her body against his lit up pleasure receptors all over his skin.
"I can feel another kind of tension," she said. Her hand slithered between his thighs and fondled his nuts. "Would you like me to take care of this as well?"
"That would really really make my day," Bate said.
She got him to lift his hips. Not quite getting him to all fours, but high enough for her to get her skillful hands in underneath. With her lovely swollen boobs pressed against his back, she wrapped wet hands around Bate's penis and stroked up and down.
It didn't take her long to bring him to full erection and then she held his swollen manhood so it was pointing straight down. Using the full weight of her body, she pushed Bate's crotch back down onto the mattress. The head of his cock came up against the elastic surface, but rather than sliding along it, the mattress gave way and Bate's erection plunged through into not water but warm viscous jelly. The cushionblob was made of the same substance—she lay on top of Bate and her body softened until she covered the whole of him like a thick warm duvet... a stretchy rubber duvet that pinned Bate to the mattress and wouldn't let him pull free. Not that Bate wanted to pull free. He felt so comfortable and the rippling sensation of the jelly moving around his erection was like nothing he'd ever experienced.
The slime girl's core, a glob of darker and more viscous matter, rose up and pressed against Bate's erection. His swollen glans dimpled the core's surface and then the rest rolled smoothly up around his shaft until his whole cock was engulfed.
"Let me take all your cares away," she whispered in his ear.
The bed and the girl were one, some part of his mind not currently smothered in bliss realized. Or rather, she was an extension of the bed he was currently lying upon. Or should that be in? Her body had softened and melted around him until his head was the only part of him not currently buried beneath warm pink jelly.
Then the globular mass wrapped around his cock began to slowly pulsate in and out, and every last part of Bate's mind was lost to animal lusts. With each throb ripples tickled up his shaft like many dexterous fingers applying a tantric massage to his member. They squeezed, twisted and tugged until Bate could withstand it no more and he climaxed explosively.
The shuddering force of his ejaculation temporarily dislodged her core, but only for a moment before it returned—hungry—and engulfed him again. Bate's erection was stretched out within it and sensitive spots on his shaft and glans were located and stimulated. Bate shuddered as he came again. This time his erection remained enveloped—the ejaculation a controlled milking.
The cushionblob rippled all over his back, the motions a whisper of bliss.
"Let it all out," she said to him. "Release all that tension into me."
The mattress that was really part of her gelatinous body slowly throbbed as she squeezed out and absorbed his cum. Bate's issue puffed out within her semi-transparent body as milky-white clouds. Those clouds thickened as she drew more fluids out of Bate's body. She held him in a state of insensate sexual bliss as she emptied him. The last to be drawn out was his soul. It sparkled within her as a cloud of glittering motes before fading away as she digested and absorbed it.
They eat our souls...?
Friday, January 22, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Cephalotia Fleshpot
Name: Cephalotia Fleshpot (cn: Treehugger Fleshpot)
Type: Plant
Habitat: Jungle. Dense Vegetation.
Description:
Resembles a plant and naked humanoid woman fused together. The vegetative part consists of a single thick leaf rolled around to form a pot-shaped structure. The humanoid part is fused within the pot wall and looks like a naked human female hugging the pot. The buttocks and back are visible on the outside of the pot. Her breasts protrude out from the inner wall and within the pot there is an opening that corresponds to where the vagina would be on a human woman. The head hangs over the pot entrance in a way that makes it look as though she is sleeping.
They are sentient, intelligent and surprisingly will remain friendly even after their hypnotic scents are resisted. They believe what they do to humans is not bad or evil... that most men would freely trade their lives for the pleasures they give them in their final moments.
Attack Strategy:
The cephalotia fleshpot lures prey to her by releasing a scent with both mild hypnotic and aphrodisiac effects. This scent is dispersed over a wide area and can attract prey from a considerable distance. When the prey comes close enough the pot emits a thick cloud of spores or pollen that, when inhaled, puts the victim into a highly suggestible state. The fleshpot talks her victim into entering her pot, and once they do, the walls close around them and hold them in place while the fleshpot copulates with them.
Copulation is merely a way of getting the prey to produce semen, which is drunk by the plant. In order to harvest the maximum amount of semen the fleshpot pumps a toxin up from reservoirs beneath the ground and secretes it through the pot walls. This toxin is absorbed through the skin and acts on both the prostate and testes to stimulate the massive overproduction of seminal fluid and spermatozoa. This production comes at the expense of other bodily functions and the fleshpot's toxin is powerful enough to force a human body to cannibalise its own tissues and organs to provide more raw materials for semen production. The body literally falls apart as it ejaculates all its fluids and chemicals into the fleshpot's vaginal chamber. Those parts not able to be converted into semen collapse into an organic mulch at the bottom of the pot and are absorbed by the plant over a slower period of time.
Why the plant (and this holds true for other hindigs) uses such a complex feeding mechanism to extract semen rather than drinking a more easily extracted bodily fluid such as blood is one of H-space's enduring mysteries.
Countermeasures:
Nose plugs.
Some of the toxins can be absorbed through the skin, so full hazmat protection is recommended when in close proximity to a cephalotia fleshpot.
The plant structure renders bullets ineffective. A flamethrower is ideal providing the chemicals can be made to ignite. Machetes will also do the job, although care must be taken to avoid contact with the plant's juices.
Threat Level:
Low-to-Moderate.
Their luring scents can be potent and are dispersed over a wide area.
Type: Plant
Habitat: Jungle. Dense Vegetation.
Description:
Resembles a plant and naked humanoid woman fused together. The vegetative part consists of a single thick leaf rolled around to form a pot-shaped structure. The humanoid part is fused within the pot wall and looks like a naked human female hugging the pot. The buttocks and back are visible on the outside of the pot. Her breasts protrude out from the inner wall and within the pot there is an opening that corresponds to where the vagina would be on a human woman. The head hangs over the pot entrance in a way that makes it look as though she is sleeping.
They are sentient, intelligent and surprisingly will remain friendly even after their hypnotic scents are resisted. They believe what they do to humans is not bad or evil... that most men would freely trade their lives for the pleasures they give them in their final moments.
Attack Strategy:
The cephalotia fleshpot lures prey to her by releasing a scent with both mild hypnotic and aphrodisiac effects. This scent is dispersed over a wide area and can attract prey from a considerable distance. When the prey comes close enough the pot emits a thick cloud of spores or pollen that, when inhaled, puts the victim into a highly suggestible state. The fleshpot talks her victim into entering her pot, and once they do, the walls close around them and hold them in place while the fleshpot copulates with them.
Copulation is merely a way of getting the prey to produce semen, which is drunk by the plant. In order to harvest the maximum amount of semen the fleshpot pumps a toxin up from reservoirs beneath the ground and secretes it through the pot walls. This toxin is absorbed through the skin and acts on both the prostate and testes to stimulate the massive overproduction of seminal fluid and spermatozoa. This production comes at the expense of other bodily functions and the fleshpot's toxin is powerful enough to force a human body to cannibalise its own tissues and organs to provide more raw materials for semen production. The body literally falls apart as it ejaculates all its fluids and chemicals into the fleshpot's vaginal chamber. Those parts not able to be converted into semen collapse into an organic mulch at the bottom of the pot and are absorbed by the plant over a slower period of time.
Why the plant (and this holds true for other hindigs) uses such a complex feeding mechanism to extract semen rather than drinking a more easily extracted bodily fluid such as blood is one of H-space's enduring mysteries.
Countermeasures:
Nose plugs.
Some of the toxins can be absorbed through the skin, so full hazmat protection is recommended when in close proximity to a cephalotia fleshpot.
The plant structure renders bullets ineffective. A flamethrower is ideal providing the chemicals can be made to ignite. Machetes will also do the job, although care must be taken to avoid contact with the plant's juices.
Threat Level:
Low-to-Moderate.
Their luring scents can be potent and are dispersed over a wide area.
Thursday, January 21, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Cephalotia Fleshpot
The girl was fused with the plant. PFC Stewart Peter Bate had seen a few weird sights since he'd been posted to H-space. This might be the weirdest. It was certainly the creepiest.
The plant was shaped like a big vase, maybe five and a half feet in height. Bate had found it while wandering off one of the main pathways cut through the jungle. He wasn't even sure how he'd ended up here to be honest. He'd wandered off the main path on a whim and then blundered into this clearing and found a strange plant growing out of the bare soil. The leaves were thick and had fused together to form a single pot. The pot narrowed at a neck and then the leafy structure opened out to form a spongy frill. In shape the whole thing resembled a piece of ancient earthenware. The outside of the pot was leaf-green in color, blurring into red at the base. The interior was all fleshy pinks and reds, so much so it made the entrance to the pot look uncomfortably like a mouth and gaping throat. He supposed it could be some kind of pitcher plant, though, given its size, Bate wouldn't like to see the flies that made up its prey.
Then there was the girl. She was naked and her skin seemed pink and healthy. Until you got close enough to see otherwise, it looked as though she was hugging the plant. A literal tree hugger. On closer inspection it became obvious she'd been fused with the plant in some horrific fashion. Bate circled the plant and confirmed it.
How had she ended up like this? Was she part of an earlier scientific experiment to enter H-space that had gone horribly wrong and left her stuck like this? Or maybe the plant was some kind of parasite that had infected her and grown out of her body before taking root.
Her corpse was remarkably well preserved. From the way her head lolled over the entrance to the pot you could be forgiven for thinking she was just sleeping.
Such a pity, Bate thought. She had a real peach of an ass as well. Seeing her naked backside caused vulgar thoughts to bubble to the forefront of his mind. He reached down and gave her right butt cheek an experimental squeeze. It felt like flesh—warm, living flesh. It felt exactly like the ass of a hot woman was supposed to feel, and Bate had been fortunate enough to feel a few.
How? Was the plant preserving her body somehow?
Bate moved around to the other side of the plant. Her head hung over the entrance to the pot, the face obscured by a mass of shiny blonde curls.
Those vulgar little impulses were still floating at the forefront of Bate's mind. He wondered if the front of her body was visible on the inside. He wondered if it was naked like her back. Mostly he wondered if he could catch a glimpse of her tits.
Peering into the pot, he thought he could see two circular lumps sticking out of the back wall.
He grabbed the lip of the pot and leaned over to get a better look. The leafy frill felt thick and spongy. It felt more animal than vegetable. Bate ignored it and peered deeper into the pot.
Yes, they were her tits and they were just as naked as her ass. He could see the pink nubs of her nipples. Funny how that still gave him a thrill despite the poor girl's wretched state.
The pot contracted and a dense cloud of green, red and pink motes whooshed up into Bate's face. He was smothered in a thick soup of sweaty odors. There was rot in there, and meat, but mostly it was a concentrated blend of sex and similar body odors. It smelt like a loose slut had parked her ass on his face after being banged by everyone else in the squad.
Bate reeled backwards. No matter how hard he hacked and coughed he couldn't rid himself of the stench.
"Are you okay?"
Bate looked up and was surprised to see that the girl had lifted her head up, opened her eyes and was looking at him.
She was alive?
"I could ask the same of you," he said.
"Why?" the girl asked.
"Does it hurt," Bate asked, "being fused with the plant like that?"
"No, this is my body. This is what I am and how I've always been."
She smiled at Bate's obvious confusion.
"You must be new to the garden."
Bate didn't understand what she was talking about. Garden? This was H-space.
He felt a little woozy. And hot. It was like the air had thickened and become more humid.
"Would you like to fuck me?" the fleshpot asked.
"How? I mean... you're not human."
It wasn't just the plant parts. The bone structure of her face wasn't quite right and her ears were long and pointed—elfin.
"Are our bodies even compatible?" Bate asked.
How could they be? Humanity had never set foot here before.
"We are compatible with all who come to the garden," the fleshpot said. "And all who visit are welcome to partake of our pleasures."
Bate looked doubtful. She was stuck in the side of a giant pitcher plant.
"Experience for yourself," the fleshpot said. "Climb inside me. I'll take care of everything."
The pot throbbed and another thick cloud belched out of the top. Bate's wits felt a little slow. He stood there and breathed it in. The air felt warmer and even more humid. His nuts itched.
He stared at the entrance to the pot. The opening was bright red and moist like an open throat. It expanded and contracted as if breathing and the motions hypnotized Bate.
Yes, he would climb inside.
He stripped off and looked at the plant. The opening was about five feet off the ground. The pot was sturdy. It didn't collapse when he grabbed the side and jumped up. He put his ankles and feet inside the gaping maw and slid inside.
The pot closed up around him. If felt like he'd been wrapped up in a warm duvet and she was hugging him through it. The walls were soft, warm and spongy. It felt like the girl was in there with him. Her soft tits pressed up against his chest. Her lips met his and tasted like sweet exotic fruits.
His erection swelled and was drawn up into her vagina.
Was it her vagina? It was where he'd expect a pussy to be, but didn't feel quite the same. Bate's cock pushed up between two fleshy flaps and entered a chamber filled with a warm liquid that was thick and sticky like honey. She'd been right about him not needing to do anything. The walls of the pot throbbed and the movements pushed him in and out of her sticky cunt.
Veins pulsed on the outside of the plant. Bulges marked the passage of fluids as they travelled up and were deposited into the central well. Bate was too busy kissing her—too busy enjoying the sensation of his cock plunging back and forth into her honey-lined pussy—to notice what was going on. Sticky fluids oozed out of the spongy walls and soaked into his skin.
He caught an unpleasant smell, like meat gone bad, which caused him to break off the kiss. His brow creased. His thoughts still felt dull and it was a struggle to think. Was it really such a good idea to step into something that resembled a giant pitcher plant?
"What's the matter, baby?" the fleshpot asked.
The veins on the outside of the plant continued to throb as more fluids were pumped up into the pitcher.
"It feels wet in here," Bate said.
"That's you, baby," the fleshpot said. "You're making me all wet inside."
Her lips bunched up and she blew a cloud of fine pink pollen in Bate's face. It smelt sweet and exotic, just like her. Inhaling the cloud did things to Bate. It submerged all his doubts and replaced them with an overwhelming desire to fuck. His cock swelled up harder than he'd ever felt before. His balls felt as swollen as if he'd gone a month without fucking.
"And my fluids will help you come," she said. "Help you come lots."
She pressed her lips against Bate's and drowned him in exotic sweetness. The outer veins bulged and carried more fluids into the pot. The spongy walls dripped with sticky liquids. The pot squeezed tight around Bate and undulating motions of the fleshy sides massaged the warm fluids into his flesh. Contractions at the level of his buttocks aided his thrusts as he dipped in and out of her honeyed sex. She sensed his moment of climax was approaching and the fleshy pot squeezed tight, driving his erection deep inside a honey-filled chamber that contracted around his manhood. That took him over the edge and he emptied a massive load of semen inside her.
That should have been the end. It wasn't. Bate felt warm over. And horny. So incredibly horny. He was ready to spurt again... spurt even more.
And he did. It only took a few more back and forth thrusts, another sweet whisper from her soft lips, another clench of her sticky sex, and he was ejaculating an even bigger load than before.
The pot pulsed around him. Throbbing veins carried more sticky fluids to be massaged into Bate's flesh. Those fluids helped Bate come. They helped his body produce more cum. They helped his body break down all those tissues and organs it didn't need any more so Bate could keep coming and coming. They helped him keep coming and coming in that honey-lined chamber until his bliss-filled face fell in and he crumpled into an organic slurry of waste products at the bottom of the pot.
Her meal finished, the fleshpot's pot gave a belch that expelled a thick cloud reeking of rotten meat. She closed her eyes, settled into a contented sleep and waited for her aphrodisiac scents to lure in her next meal.
The plant was shaped like a big vase, maybe five and a half feet in height. Bate had found it while wandering off one of the main pathways cut through the jungle. He wasn't even sure how he'd ended up here to be honest. He'd wandered off the main path on a whim and then blundered into this clearing and found a strange plant growing out of the bare soil. The leaves were thick and had fused together to form a single pot. The pot narrowed at a neck and then the leafy structure opened out to form a spongy frill. In shape the whole thing resembled a piece of ancient earthenware. The outside of the pot was leaf-green in color, blurring into red at the base. The interior was all fleshy pinks and reds, so much so it made the entrance to the pot look uncomfortably like a mouth and gaping throat. He supposed it could be some kind of pitcher plant, though, given its size, Bate wouldn't like to see the flies that made up its prey.
Then there was the girl. She was naked and her skin seemed pink and healthy. Until you got close enough to see otherwise, it looked as though she was hugging the plant. A literal tree hugger. On closer inspection it became obvious she'd been fused with the plant in some horrific fashion. Bate circled the plant and confirmed it.
How had she ended up like this? Was she part of an earlier scientific experiment to enter H-space that had gone horribly wrong and left her stuck like this? Or maybe the plant was some kind of parasite that had infected her and grown out of her body before taking root.
Her corpse was remarkably well preserved. From the way her head lolled over the entrance to the pot you could be forgiven for thinking she was just sleeping.
Such a pity, Bate thought. She had a real peach of an ass as well. Seeing her naked backside caused vulgar thoughts to bubble to the forefront of his mind. He reached down and gave her right butt cheek an experimental squeeze. It felt like flesh—warm, living flesh. It felt exactly like the ass of a hot woman was supposed to feel, and Bate had been fortunate enough to feel a few.
How? Was the plant preserving her body somehow?
Bate moved around to the other side of the plant. Her head hung over the entrance to the pot, the face obscured by a mass of shiny blonde curls.
Those vulgar little impulses were still floating at the forefront of Bate's mind. He wondered if the front of her body was visible on the inside. He wondered if it was naked like her back. Mostly he wondered if he could catch a glimpse of her tits.
Peering into the pot, he thought he could see two circular lumps sticking out of the back wall.
He grabbed the lip of the pot and leaned over to get a better look. The leafy frill felt thick and spongy. It felt more animal than vegetable. Bate ignored it and peered deeper into the pot.
Yes, they were her tits and they were just as naked as her ass. He could see the pink nubs of her nipples. Funny how that still gave him a thrill despite the poor girl's wretched state.
The pot contracted and a dense cloud of green, red and pink motes whooshed up into Bate's face. He was smothered in a thick soup of sweaty odors. There was rot in there, and meat, but mostly it was a concentrated blend of sex and similar body odors. It smelt like a loose slut had parked her ass on his face after being banged by everyone else in the squad.
Bate reeled backwards. No matter how hard he hacked and coughed he couldn't rid himself of the stench.
"Are you okay?"
Bate looked up and was surprised to see that the girl had lifted her head up, opened her eyes and was looking at him.
She was alive?
"I could ask the same of you," he said.
"Why?" the girl asked.
"Does it hurt," Bate asked, "being fused with the plant like that?"
"No, this is my body. This is what I am and how I've always been."
She smiled at Bate's obvious confusion.
"You must be new to the garden."
Bate didn't understand what she was talking about. Garden? This was H-space.
He felt a little woozy. And hot. It was like the air had thickened and become more humid.
"Would you like to fuck me?" the fleshpot asked.
"How? I mean... you're not human."
It wasn't just the plant parts. The bone structure of her face wasn't quite right and her ears were long and pointed—elfin.
"Are our bodies even compatible?" Bate asked.
How could they be? Humanity had never set foot here before.
"We are compatible with all who come to the garden," the fleshpot said. "And all who visit are welcome to partake of our pleasures."
Bate looked doubtful. She was stuck in the side of a giant pitcher plant.
"Experience for yourself," the fleshpot said. "Climb inside me. I'll take care of everything."
The pot throbbed and another thick cloud belched out of the top. Bate's wits felt a little slow. He stood there and breathed it in. The air felt warmer and even more humid. His nuts itched.
He stared at the entrance to the pot. The opening was bright red and moist like an open throat. It expanded and contracted as if breathing and the motions hypnotized Bate.
Yes, he would climb inside.
He stripped off and looked at the plant. The opening was about five feet off the ground. The pot was sturdy. It didn't collapse when he grabbed the side and jumped up. He put his ankles and feet inside the gaping maw and slid inside.
The pot closed up around him. If felt like he'd been wrapped up in a warm duvet and she was hugging him through it. The walls were soft, warm and spongy. It felt like the girl was in there with him. Her soft tits pressed up against his chest. Her lips met his and tasted like sweet exotic fruits.
His erection swelled and was drawn up into her vagina.
Was it her vagina? It was where he'd expect a pussy to be, but didn't feel quite the same. Bate's cock pushed up between two fleshy flaps and entered a chamber filled with a warm liquid that was thick and sticky like honey. She'd been right about him not needing to do anything. The walls of the pot throbbed and the movements pushed him in and out of her sticky cunt.
Veins pulsed on the outside of the plant. Bulges marked the passage of fluids as they travelled up and were deposited into the central well. Bate was too busy kissing her—too busy enjoying the sensation of his cock plunging back and forth into her honey-lined pussy—to notice what was going on. Sticky fluids oozed out of the spongy walls and soaked into his skin.
He caught an unpleasant smell, like meat gone bad, which caused him to break off the kiss. His brow creased. His thoughts still felt dull and it was a struggle to think. Was it really such a good idea to step into something that resembled a giant pitcher plant?
"What's the matter, baby?" the fleshpot asked.
The veins on the outside of the plant continued to throb as more fluids were pumped up into the pitcher.
"It feels wet in here," Bate said.
"That's you, baby," the fleshpot said. "You're making me all wet inside."
Her lips bunched up and she blew a cloud of fine pink pollen in Bate's face. It smelt sweet and exotic, just like her. Inhaling the cloud did things to Bate. It submerged all his doubts and replaced them with an overwhelming desire to fuck. His cock swelled up harder than he'd ever felt before. His balls felt as swollen as if he'd gone a month without fucking.
"And my fluids will help you come," she said. "Help you come lots."
She pressed her lips against Bate's and drowned him in exotic sweetness. The outer veins bulged and carried more fluids into the pot. The spongy walls dripped with sticky liquids. The pot squeezed tight around Bate and undulating motions of the fleshy sides massaged the warm fluids into his flesh. Contractions at the level of his buttocks aided his thrusts as he dipped in and out of her honeyed sex. She sensed his moment of climax was approaching and the fleshy pot squeezed tight, driving his erection deep inside a honey-filled chamber that contracted around his manhood. That took him over the edge and he emptied a massive load of semen inside her.
That should have been the end. It wasn't. Bate felt warm over. And horny. So incredibly horny. He was ready to spurt again... spurt even more.
And he did. It only took a few more back and forth thrusts, another sweet whisper from her soft lips, another clench of her sticky sex, and he was ejaculating an even bigger load than before.
The pot pulsed around him. Throbbing veins carried more sticky fluids to be massaged into Bate's flesh. Those fluids helped Bate come. They helped his body produce more cum. They helped his body break down all those tissues and organs it didn't need any more so Bate could keep coming and coming. They helped him keep coming and coming in that honey-lined chamber until his bliss-filled face fell in and he crumpled into an organic slurry of waste products at the bottom of the pot.
Her meal finished, the fleshpot's pot gave a belch that expelled a thick cloud reeking of rotten meat. She closed her eyes, settled into a contented sleep and waited for her aphrodisiac scents to lure in her next meal.
Monday, January 18, 2016
A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 10
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9
Nÿte crouched next to him and frowned. "Maybe fucking you was not such a good idea. It's piqued my appetite and those little squirts were nowhere near enough to sate my hunger. Hmm, are there any students around here you don't particularly like? No... no... that's a horribly unfair thing to ask of a decent human being."
She made some strange hand movements and said some words that slipped straight past his ears. Slender black cords whipped out of the walls and coiled around Devin's arms and legs. Then there was a discombobulating blur of movement and up was down and down was up.
Given a moment to get his bearings back, Devin realised he'd been trussed up like a hog and suspended from the ceiling. Nÿte was on her knees beneath him. She placed a hand around his dangling cock.
"You see, it's not because you have no more juice. Our problem here is that the little trollop has pumped you so full of aphrodisiac pheromones I have to be very careful in how I get you off. Get it wrong and I'll tip you over into an unstoppable final climax that will cause all your vital fluids to fountain out through your prick, your heart to burst, and your soul to be rent asunder. And we wouldn't want that," Nÿte said as she pumped Devin's cock and it sprang back to full hardness like an iron bar.
While her one hand stroked up and down his shaft, she gripped his balls with her other. She teased them out from his body and did some weird stretching massage thing to them that started off feeling odd, but then went on to feel really nice.
"I can't risk touching you with my softer parts—my lips, tits or pussy—but I'm sure you'll find my hands to be sufficient."
They were more than sufficient. Devin's eyes closed as she started to do complicated things with her fingers that gave him little oohs of pleasure. What was she doing? He couldn't see. It felt like she'd stretched out his penis and her fingers were tapping, twisting, kneading... stimulating nerve endings all over the head and shaft. Was this some kind of tantric thing? It felt a lot more intense than a normal wank.
Nÿte dabbed a tongue against his urethral opening and lapped up some of his pre-cum.
"Still a little dry," she said.
Then, before Devin realised it was happening, she poked a finger up his bum.
Nÿte saw his shocked look and rolled her eyes.
"I don't know why men are so fearful of being touched here. There are a lot of sensitive nerve endings. If stimulated correctly it can be most pleasant."
She did just that, and Devin whooshed out a surprised ooh.
Her finger roamed deeper, seeking out Devin's prostate.
"And it enables me to get to this lovely little gland," Nÿte said. "It makes orgasms big, wet and deliciously juicy."
She pumped her hand up and down Devin's cock. Her finger stroked against the side of his prostate gland. A warm feeling spread through Devin's loins and broke with a flood of pleasure. He wasn't even sure if he was pissing or coming. The flow was long and slow like a good solid piss, but it brought with it the mind-blowing euphoria of a really good ejaculation.
Judging be her slurps, gulps and little murmurs of pleasure, Nÿte was catching the stream in her mouth. After the flow subsided, her white face appeared before Devin and he noticed a trickle of semen running from the corner of her mouth.
"Most delicious," she said.
Her black tongue poked out and lapped up the rogue dribble.
Devin's head was drooping. After rattling around his ribcage like a caffeine-dosed hummingbird, his heart was flat out on the floor and gasping. He felt like a bag of water that had sprung a leak and emptied out all its contents.
Nÿte slapped him back to full alertness.
"Don't you dare die on me," she said. "Carnivrillarofax would be very disappointed and I'd have to take it out on your soul for having such a pathetically frail body."
That got Devin's heart pumping again. He looked around and saw the black inflatable walls had retreated and his room was back to how it was before... almost. He was still trussed up and suspended helplessly from the ceiling.
"Your thanks were gratefully received," Nÿte said.
She sucked on one of her fingers as if it was a delicious lollipop. Devin realised that was the finger she'd stuck up his bum. Yep, succubi were pure filth.
She turned and walked to the door.
"Wait, you can't leave me like this," Devin said.
Nÿte gave him a mischievous smile. "You'll be okay. Someone will come along and help you down."
"But then they'll tell everyone. It's going to be—"
"Yes, yes, it will be very embarrassing. The whole hall, maybe even the whole university, will hear about the kinky new student who let themselves be tied up and hung from their ceiling. Most of them will make fun of you and you'll be the butt of their jokes for the whole year. But..." she paused for emphasis, "...there will be one among them that won't laugh. She'll be intrigued to hear about the student that shares similar kinks and interests to her, kinks she can't really talk about with anyone else. She will seek you out and, after you discover you have much in common, you'll have a wild time together at university, maybe longer."
Put like that, it didn't seem too bad, Devin thought.
However, virtually all the students he'd come across had seemed a staid, unadventurous bunch.
"What if there isn't anyone into this?"
It was too late. Nÿte had already left.
Nÿte crouched next to him and frowned. "Maybe fucking you was not such a good idea. It's piqued my appetite and those little squirts were nowhere near enough to sate my hunger. Hmm, are there any students around here you don't particularly like? No... no... that's a horribly unfair thing to ask of a decent human being."
She made some strange hand movements and said some words that slipped straight past his ears. Slender black cords whipped out of the walls and coiled around Devin's arms and legs. Then there was a discombobulating blur of movement and up was down and down was up.
Given a moment to get his bearings back, Devin realised he'd been trussed up like a hog and suspended from the ceiling. Nÿte was on her knees beneath him. She placed a hand around his dangling cock.
"You see, it's not because you have no more juice. Our problem here is that the little trollop has pumped you so full of aphrodisiac pheromones I have to be very careful in how I get you off. Get it wrong and I'll tip you over into an unstoppable final climax that will cause all your vital fluids to fountain out through your prick, your heart to burst, and your soul to be rent asunder. And we wouldn't want that," Nÿte said as she pumped Devin's cock and it sprang back to full hardness like an iron bar.
While her one hand stroked up and down his shaft, she gripped his balls with her other. She teased them out from his body and did some weird stretching massage thing to them that started off feeling odd, but then went on to feel really nice.
"I can't risk touching you with my softer parts—my lips, tits or pussy—but I'm sure you'll find my hands to be sufficient."
They were more than sufficient. Devin's eyes closed as she started to do complicated things with her fingers that gave him little oohs of pleasure. What was she doing? He couldn't see. It felt like she'd stretched out his penis and her fingers were tapping, twisting, kneading... stimulating nerve endings all over the head and shaft. Was this some kind of tantric thing? It felt a lot more intense than a normal wank.
Nÿte dabbed a tongue against his urethral opening and lapped up some of his pre-cum.
"Still a little dry," she said.
Then, before Devin realised it was happening, she poked a finger up his bum.
Nÿte saw his shocked look and rolled her eyes.
"I don't know why men are so fearful of being touched here. There are a lot of sensitive nerve endings. If stimulated correctly it can be most pleasant."
She did just that, and Devin whooshed out a surprised ooh.
Her finger roamed deeper, seeking out Devin's prostate.
"And it enables me to get to this lovely little gland," Nÿte said. "It makes orgasms big, wet and deliciously juicy."
She pumped her hand up and down Devin's cock. Her finger stroked against the side of his prostate gland. A warm feeling spread through Devin's loins and broke with a flood of pleasure. He wasn't even sure if he was pissing or coming. The flow was long and slow like a good solid piss, but it brought with it the mind-blowing euphoria of a really good ejaculation.
Judging be her slurps, gulps and little murmurs of pleasure, Nÿte was catching the stream in her mouth. After the flow subsided, her white face appeared before Devin and he noticed a trickle of semen running from the corner of her mouth.
"Most delicious," she said.
Her black tongue poked out and lapped up the rogue dribble.
Devin's head was drooping. After rattling around his ribcage like a caffeine-dosed hummingbird, his heart was flat out on the floor and gasping. He felt like a bag of water that had sprung a leak and emptied out all its contents.
Nÿte slapped him back to full alertness.
"Don't you dare die on me," she said. "Carnivrillarofax would be very disappointed and I'd have to take it out on your soul for having such a pathetically frail body."
That got Devin's heart pumping again. He looked around and saw the black inflatable walls had retreated and his room was back to how it was before... almost. He was still trussed up and suspended helplessly from the ceiling.
"Your thanks were gratefully received," Nÿte said.
She sucked on one of her fingers as if it was a delicious lollipop. Devin realised that was the finger she'd stuck up his bum. Yep, succubi were pure filth.
She turned and walked to the door.
"Wait, you can't leave me like this," Devin said.
Nÿte gave him a mischievous smile. "You'll be okay. Someone will come along and help you down."
"But then they'll tell everyone. It's going to be—"
"Yes, yes, it will be very embarrassing. The whole hall, maybe even the whole university, will hear about the kinky new student who let themselves be tied up and hung from their ceiling. Most of them will make fun of you and you'll be the butt of their jokes for the whole year. But..." she paused for emphasis, "...there will be one among them that won't laugh. She'll be intrigued to hear about the student that shares similar kinks and interests to her, kinks she can't really talk about with anyone else. She will seek you out and, after you discover you have much in common, you'll have a wild time together at university, maybe longer."
Put like that, it didn't seem too bad, Devin thought.
However, virtually all the students he'd come across had seemed a staid, unadventurous bunch.
"What if there isn't anyone into this?"
It was too late. Nÿte had already left.
THE END
And that's all. I hope you enjoyed this impromptu little mini-serial. Next up Succubus Summoning 212 (Yes, seriously!)
Also, if you've enjoyed this mini-serial, please check out my books for other sexy, smutty, scary stories featuring succubi and other monster girls.
Also, if you've enjoyed this mini-serial, please check out my books for other sexy, smutty, scary stories featuring succubi and other monster girls.
Friday, January 15, 2016
Sandwiched by Scyllas is out!
The latest in the Sandwiched by series, "Sandwiched by Scyllas", is out!
You can buy it for the very cheap price of 0.99 from
Amazon.com
Smashwords.com
or likely any other eBook retailer of choice
Here's the blurb:
Sandwiched by is a sexy series of monster girl erotic horror shorts from the master of dark erotica, M. E. Hydra. The fourth in the series, “Sandwiched by Scyllas”, sees a man tangled in the lascivious tentacles of two tempting octopus girls.
Neville Salmon, an overweight man with a troubled past, is at Europe’s largest adult entertainment expo when he wanders into a backstage area and comes across two sexy women relaxing in a big bubbly hot tub. To his surprise, they ask him to join them in their Jacuzzi for some frothy fun. Unbeknownst to Neville, the two women, Cilla and Karen, are a pair of nonhuman scyllas possessing some extremely naughty tentacles. They intend giving Neville an unforgettable moment, but it’s one he might not survive...
Sandwiched by. One dude, two sexy babes. A perfect fantasy... or maybe not...
If you like what I do online with all the stories, mini-serials and monster girl game reviews/playthroughs, and was wondering how best to support me so I can continue to do what I do, here's your answer. Buy my books if you can. It's a great deal as you get to read even more sexy succubus/monster girl smut!
(and there are tentacles this time. Really naughty tentacles...)
You can buy it for the very cheap price of 0.99 from
Amazon.com
Smashwords.com
or likely any other eBook retailer of choice
Here's the blurb:
Sandwiched by is a sexy series of monster girl erotic horror shorts from the master of dark erotica, M. E. Hydra. The fourth in the series, “Sandwiched by Scyllas”, sees a man tangled in the lascivious tentacles of two tempting octopus girls.
Neville Salmon, an overweight man with a troubled past, is at Europe’s largest adult entertainment expo when he wanders into a backstage area and comes across two sexy women relaxing in a big bubbly hot tub. To his surprise, they ask him to join them in their Jacuzzi for some frothy fun. Unbeknownst to Neville, the two women, Cilla and Karen, are a pair of nonhuman scyllas possessing some extremely naughty tentacles. They intend giving Neville an unforgettable moment, but it’s one he might not survive...
Sandwiched by. One dude, two sexy babes. A perfect fantasy... or maybe not...
If you like what I do online with all the stories, mini-serials and monster girl game reviews/playthroughs, and was wondering how best to support me so I can continue to do what I do, here's your answer. Buy my books if you can. It's a great deal as you get to read even more sexy succubus/monster girl smut!
(and there are tentacles this time. Really naughty tentacles...)
Thursday, January 14, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Sleeping Beauty Mimic
Name: Sleeping Beauty Mimic
Type: Mimic (like the RPG creatures that disguise themselves as chests)
Habitat: Ruins. Anywhere we are.
Description:
Takes the form of a highly attractive woman lying naked on a big bed. Both the bed and woman are the same organism. It is unknown how they get about or what form they take while out in the wild. Some have been encountered in abandoned ruins, others have somehow managed to infiltrate our camps. They trap and squeeze the fluids out of any men foolish enough to climb on top of them.
Attack Strategy:
None as such. They lie in wait for potential prey to climb up on the bed. People do this either to check the naked woman is okay or, in some cases, take advantage of her sexually. The mimic can make parts of her body extremely adhesive. Once prey is stuck in place, the rest of the mimic folds up around them. If the captured victim is male, the mimic milks them and absorbs the resulting ejaculate. They are very adept at this and can bring most males to multiple climaxes in a very short period of time.
If this was all, the mimics would be very popular amongst the ground staff and we'd see a line of horny young men queuing up to take a turn on the mimic's 'bed'. Unfortunately, once a captive can produce no more semen, the mimic will keep squeezing their body until they're crushed in order to drink the fluids that leak out of the mangled remains. This is as gruesomely unpleasant as it sounds.
Countermeasures:
The mimic's outer surface is tough and resistant to bullets and cutting. If attacked it will curl up in a defensive ball. Fire and caustic chemicals are effective.
However, this is all rather unnecessary. The mimic has no additional alluring agents and poses no threat to a forewarned and wary soldier. Just don't get on the damn bed.
Threat Level:
Low.
Seriously, just don't get on the damn bed. Don't be a Darwin Award winner.
Type: Mimic (like the RPG creatures that disguise themselves as chests)
Habitat: Ruins. Anywhere we are.
Description:
Takes the form of a highly attractive woman lying naked on a big bed. Both the bed and woman are the same organism. It is unknown how they get about or what form they take while out in the wild. Some have been encountered in abandoned ruins, others have somehow managed to infiltrate our camps. They trap and squeeze the fluids out of any men foolish enough to climb on top of them.
Attack Strategy:
None as such. They lie in wait for potential prey to climb up on the bed. People do this either to check the naked woman is okay or, in some cases, take advantage of her sexually. The mimic can make parts of her body extremely adhesive. Once prey is stuck in place, the rest of the mimic folds up around them. If the captured victim is male, the mimic milks them and absorbs the resulting ejaculate. They are very adept at this and can bring most males to multiple climaxes in a very short period of time.
If this was all, the mimics would be very popular amongst the ground staff and we'd see a line of horny young men queuing up to take a turn on the mimic's 'bed'. Unfortunately, once a captive can produce no more semen, the mimic will keep squeezing their body until they're crushed in order to drink the fluids that leak out of the mangled remains. This is as gruesomely unpleasant as it sounds.
Countermeasures:
The mimic's outer surface is tough and resistant to bullets and cutting. If attacked it will curl up in a defensive ball. Fire and caustic chemicals are effective.
However, this is all rather unnecessary. The mimic has no additional alluring agents and poses no threat to a forewarned and wary soldier. Just don't get on the damn bed.
Threat Level:
Low.
Seriously, just don't get on the damn bed. Don't be a Darwin Award winner.
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