Name: Bubble-Tail Succubus
Type: Succubus
Habitat: Wherever they feel like.
Description:
As with all succubi, an extremely attractive humanoid female with demonic features. They possess horns, a tail, and leathery wings like those of a bat. Their skin colour comes in a variety of hues with blood-red being the most common. Overall they resemble the female demons of Medieval art and mythology, which, along with reports of them 'draining life' through sexual intercourse, is how they came to be named after the mythical demon.*
The distinguishing features of this type of succubus are their eyes, which are nearly always white-pink in colour, and tail, which is thicker and possesses a series of bulbous glands near the tip. These bubble-blowing organs are what gives this type of succubus their name, although they can produce bubbles from their other orifices and not just the tail.
*One possible conjecture, admittedly wild, is that these creatures visited Earth at some point in the past and became the source of the succubus myth in the first place!
Attack Strategy:
These succubi are adept at using their bubbles in both attack and defence. At close range they will attempt to capture prey by enveloping and incapacitating them with a large bubble. The bubbles they blow are elastic, adhesive and sturdy despite their fragile appearance—there are reports of the larger bubbles being able to support the weight of a full-grown man without popping. Other subjects have reported feeling intense weakness or paralysis after coming into skin contact with one of these bubbles. It is likely the bubble membrane is impregnated with some kind of toxin that is absorbed through the skin.
Any individuals they capture are transported to a safer location and then either drugged or mesmerised into having sex with the succubus. Sexual intercourse seems to function more as a source of nourishment rather than copulation to these creatures.
(Again, the reports reference soul sucking, but I'm not ready to regard this as anything other than fanciful superstition.)
If faced with greater force, a bubble-tail succubus will produce opaque bubbles to both screen her escape as well as clogging up the ground with obstacles to hinder pursuers.
Countermeasures:
Don't take her appearance lightly.
Don't let her get close. If she manages to get one of her big bubbles wrapped around you that will be the end of the fight. You will be captured, dragged off and made their plaything to torture or kill.
Succubi can be harmed by conventional weapons, but their alien physiology enables them to heal and recover from wounds at a terrifying speed. To take one down requires a massive amount of damage in order to overwhelm their regenerative capabilities.
Threat Level:
High.
They are considerably more dangerous than they first appear.
Friday, February 05, 2016
Thursday, February 04, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Bubble-Tail Succubus
The succubus lounged on her side on an opulent bed. As with most of the hell-space succubi, she was a devil in the form of a sexy young woman. And what a body! The see-through slips of silk bra and panties displayed it to devastating effect. She had wide, bright eyes; sensual, kissable lips; full, ripe breasts; and long, lithe legs. If it was just that she'd be an irresistible lure for any red-blooded man.
If it was just that...
She was also clearly a devil. Her skin was blood-red in color and etched with blasphemous tattoos. She had horns, a tail, even bat wings folded up behind her back. Not that any of these things mattered. She possessed a raw sexual allure or aura that overpowered the more unsightly aspects of her form, overpowered even the circumstances of SGT Stewart Peter Bate being brought to her bedchamber.
"Have you ever engaged in bubble play?" the succubus asked Bate. Her eyes possessed no lens or iris and were candy-pink in color.
Her tail curled over her shapely ass and she held it like it was a hookah pipe. The end of her tail widened in a succession of baroque bulges that terminated in a puckered orifice. That strange opening blew out an infrequent stream of transparent soap bubbles. They floated up to the ceiling and formed a dense, jostling layer.
"No, of course you wouldn't have," the bubble-tail succubus said. "You've only known boring Earth women with their boring mouths and equally boring cunts."
Languorously, she got off her bed and sidled over to Bate to look him over. He couldn't risk looking her over as well. He knew she intended to do bad things to him—maybe torture, maybe worse—but he couldn't help admire her tight little bod. Even knowing what she was, he still felt a strong urge to place his hands on the smooth curves of her butt and ram his cock up into her cunt.
He resisted the urge to put his hands on her. He knew what she was, had heard the rumors about what happened to men that lost their wills to succubi.
The succubus had no qualms about placing her hands on him. She stood before him and ran her fingers through the hairs on his exposed chest. She was smaller, slighter than him, but there was no question about who was the dominant one in the room.
"I'll show you pleasures far beyond what your boring little human women can give you," she said.
Her tail curled under and between their legs. She started blowing another bubble, but this one kept growing and growing. It rolled up Bate's back and the surface stuck to his skin. He felt the air pressure within pushing against him.
The bubble-tail succubus placed hands on Bate's chest and shoved. He tipped backwards and the bubble—despite looking as delicate as a soap bubble—squashed beneath his weight without bursting. Bate rested on top of it as though it was some kind of inflatable beanbag.
He realized he'd gone past the chance of being able to attempt something. The bubble was comfortable to sit in. It was also a trap. His feet were off the floor and as he rocked back and forth he felt as helpless as a turtle on its back. It wasn't just that—the bubble seemed to leech away his strength on contact with his skin.
How had he let the opportunity pass him by? He'd been unbound, with only the succubus to oppose him and he'd done... nothing. It was like his thoughts had been fogged up from the moment he'd been forced into her presence.
"The best bubble play uses special bubbles keyed directly to the partner's physiology," she said. "But to make my best special bubbles I need a little something from you first."
She crouched down between Bate's legs and grabbed his erection.
"It won't hurt," she said with a sultry smirk.
Her head ducked down in Bate's lap and she wrapped her lips around his cock. She bobbed up and down and her cheeks sucked in as she gave him a vigorous blowjob. She knew every little trick an experienced street hooker had in her repertoire and could probably teach them a few things on top. Bate didn't know what she was doing with her lips, her tongue, her teeth, only that in next to no time at all his cock was throbbing and he was emptying his balls down the back of her throat. She gulped down his semen, swallowed it and smiled.
"Mmm, that's plenty," she said.
She remained crouched between his legs. Her hand continued to stroke up and down his depleted cock. Her hand moved lower to fondle his testicles and then dipped behind them to trace a line down his perineum. Bate shivered in pleasure as her long fingernail tickled around his anus.
"Some men like to be touched there," she said, giving him a knowing glance. "Maybe later."
She stood up and held her tail as though it was a hose.
"First, bubble play," she said.
A bubble emerged from the end of her tail and expanded. Unlike the previous bubbles, this one was opaque and milky-white in color—more like bubblegum than a soap bubble. The succubus pressed a finger up against the yielding surface and seemed happy with the result. And, as if it was bubblegum, the tail drew the bubble back into itself.
"Bubble play is a form of sensual domination," the succubus said.
The domination part had already been established. Even if Bate had all his wits and was unhampered by the curious enervation he felt now, he doubted he'd be able to pull himself out of the sticky squashed bubble he was lying in. As it was, both will and strength seemed to have deserted him. He didn't offer any resistance as the succubus pressed his left hand back against the bubble surface. Holding her tail in her hand as though it was a tool, she blew out a milky-white bubble that enveloped his hand and...
...wow...
It was like every pleasurable thing he'd ever touched all rolled into one. It was like sliding his palm over a silk dress; feeling warm velvet; groping a full breast; pinching a peach of an ass; inserting digits into tight, moist pussy. Perceptually it felt as though his hand had swollen up to five times its original size and the memory of every previously-encountered sensual delight was crackling across his touch receptors.
"Feel nice?" the succubus asked. "My special bubbles overwhelm the senses with bliss."
The sticky white bubble, slightly smaller than a soccer ball in size, pinned Bate's hand to the larger bubble beneath. Bate didn't mind that his hand was trapped. All he wanted to do with it was squeeze, clutch and feel.
The succubus did the same to his other hand and then walked around to do the same to his feet. Bate sighed and wriggled his toes against the malleable membranes. It felt like his feet had plunged into hot mud with therapeutic properties.
There was a sensitive part of his body that hadn't yet felt the touch of her special bubbles. The succubus climbed up astride him and directed the end of her tail at his crotch. His penis was back to full hardness and twitched in anticipation.
"And another special bubble for here," the succubus said.
Another milky-white bubble bulged out of the end of her tail. It pressed against and then enfolded his erection and balls. Bate's response was immediate. Muscles clenched in his groin and his body shuddered in violent climax as he spurted his seed up into the smothering bubble.
"So eager," the bubble-tail succubus said. "Eager and... delicious."
She slurped up the sticky mass of bubble and Bate's semen. But not with her mouth, at least not the one on her face. The labia of her sex gaped and she sucked the remnants of the bubble into her vagina while sighing with pleasure.
The bubble must have been coated with some kind of unnatural Viagra. Even though he'd just come, Bate's cock was still hard and eager... eager to get inside her. The succubus's vagina gaped tantalizingly above him. He made efforts to push up inside her, but was thwarted by the shifting movements of the big flattened bubble he was lying in.
"Do you want my vagina?" the succubus teased.
She splayed her fingers on either side of her gaping sex and...
"No, this is not to be sullied with the pricks of lesser creatures."
...pushed her labia together.
She caressed the side of Bate's face.
"Don't look so disappointed. My lovely cunt has other ways of bringing you pleasure."
Her tail was not the only part of her body capable of blowing bubbles. A milky-white membrane expanded out of her sex and swelled around Bate's sex. It triggered another thunderous orgasm. The succubus murmured appreciatively as she drew the semen-soaked membrane back into her.
After a quick pause to savor Bate's taste, she blew out another bubble that enfolded his genitals in soft bliss. Bate had already ejaculated three times in quick succession; he needed more stimulation this time. The succubus gave it to him. The bubble and expanded and deflated. It felt like he was plunging back and forth into a soft, yielding membrane. It felt like pleasurable strokes brushing up and down his shaft. Those previous ejaculations ceased to matter and Bate was quickly shuddering again in another climax. The succubus's vaginal bubble soaked up his issue like a sponge.
Bate barely had a chance to recover before his crotch was enveloped again. Her tail slithered between the bubbles and pressed up against his ass.
"I said I'd touch you here later," the succubus smiled. "It's later."
Bate's sphincter was pushed open as she expanded a bubble inside it. The sensation was weird, but not unpleasant. It became extremely pleasant as the bubble continued to expand and pushed up against his prostate. Bate groaned as the succubus used both bubbles to bring him to another climax. This one was long and slow, and flowed out of him in a seemingly never-ending stream of bliss.
Finally it slowed to a desultory trickle and none of the succubus's clever ministrations could get it restarted again.
"Empty so soon," she said with a disappointed pout. "That leaves only one thing left to take. It should be loose enough now."
She leaned forwards, pursed her full lips and blew a bubble from her mouth. It expanded to fill Bate's world and pressed up against his face until the imprint of his features were visible on the inside.
It felt fine enough until Bate realized he couldn't breathe. The bubble was smothering him. The air went stale in his lungs and they started to burn. Panic set in and he started to struggle.
The succubus rode his squirming form and forced more air into the bubble inside Bate's ass. The bubble continued to expand and the initial pleasure it had given Bate gave way to discomfort, then pain, and then a white hot burst of agony as something ruptured. The bubble kept expanding within him in a torturous wave that shoved aside his internal organs and kept pushing, pushing, pushing.
Bate's soul came loose and he spat it into the bubble smothering his face. At the same time the internal pressure became too much for his body to contain and he came apart in a spray of red.
The succubus drew the soul into her mouth and savored the taste before swallowing it. She licked her lips and ran her hands through the slick sheen of blood covering her body. She didn't have to claim their souls this way, but it felt so good when their bodies burst and showered her with their warm, sticky fluids.
If it was just that...
She was also clearly a devil. Her skin was blood-red in color and etched with blasphemous tattoos. She had horns, a tail, even bat wings folded up behind her back. Not that any of these things mattered. She possessed a raw sexual allure or aura that overpowered the more unsightly aspects of her form, overpowered even the circumstances of SGT Stewart Peter Bate being brought to her bedchamber.
"Have you ever engaged in bubble play?" the succubus asked Bate. Her eyes possessed no lens or iris and were candy-pink in color.
Her tail curled over her shapely ass and she held it like it was a hookah pipe. The end of her tail widened in a succession of baroque bulges that terminated in a puckered orifice. That strange opening blew out an infrequent stream of transparent soap bubbles. They floated up to the ceiling and formed a dense, jostling layer.
"No, of course you wouldn't have," the bubble-tail succubus said. "You've only known boring Earth women with their boring mouths and equally boring cunts."
Languorously, she got off her bed and sidled over to Bate to look him over. He couldn't risk looking her over as well. He knew she intended to do bad things to him—maybe torture, maybe worse—but he couldn't help admire her tight little bod. Even knowing what she was, he still felt a strong urge to place his hands on the smooth curves of her butt and ram his cock up into her cunt.
He resisted the urge to put his hands on her. He knew what she was, had heard the rumors about what happened to men that lost their wills to succubi.
The succubus had no qualms about placing her hands on him. She stood before him and ran her fingers through the hairs on his exposed chest. She was smaller, slighter than him, but there was no question about who was the dominant one in the room.
"I'll show you pleasures far beyond what your boring little human women can give you," she said.
Her tail curled under and between their legs. She started blowing another bubble, but this one kept growing and growing. It rolled up Bate's back and the surface stuck to his skin. He felt the air pressure within pushing against him.
The bubble-tail succubus placed hands on Bate's chest and shoved. He tipped backwards and the bubble—despite looking as delicate as a soap bubble—squashed beneath his weight without bursting. Bate rested on top of it as though it was some kind of inflatable beanbag.
He realized he'd gone past the chance of being able to attempt something. The bubble was comfortable to sit in. It was also a trap. His feet were off the floor and as he rocked back and forth he felt as helpless as a turtle on its back. It wasn't just that—the bubble seemed to leech away his strength on contact with his skin.
How had he let the opportunity pass him by? He'd been unbound, with only the succubus to oppose him and he'd done... nothing. It was like his thoughts had been fogged up from the moment he'd been forced into her presence.
"The best bubble play uses special bubbles keyed directly to the partner's physiology," she said. "But to make my best special bubbles I need a little something from you first."
She crouched down between Bate's legs and grabbed his erection.
"It won't hurt," she said with a sultry smirk.
Her head ducked down in Bate's lap and she wrapped her lips around his cock. She bobbed up and down and her cheeks sucked in as she gave him a vigorous blowjob. She knew every little trick an experienced street hooker had in her repertoire and could probably teach them a few things on top. Bate didn't know what she was doing with her lips, her tongue, her teeth, only that in next to no time at all his cock was throbbing and he was emptying his balls down the back of her throat. She gulped down his semen, swallowed it and smiled.
"Mmm, that's plenty," she said.
She remained crouched between his legs. Her hand continued to stroke up and down his depleted cock. Her hand moved lower to fondle his testicles and then dipped behind them to trace a line down his perineum. Bate shivered in pleasure as her long fingernail tickled around his anus.
"Some men like to be touched there," she said, giving him a knowing glance. "Maybe later."
She stood up and held her tail as though it was a hose.
"First, bubble play," she said.
A bubble emerged from the end of her tail and expanded. Unlike the previous bubbles, this one was opaque and milky-white in color—more like bubblegum than a soap bubble. The succubus pressed a finger up against the yielding surface and seemed happy with the result. And, as if it was bubblegum, the tail drew the bubble back into itself.
"Bubble play is a form of sensual domination," the succubus said.
The domination part had already been established. Even if Bate had all his wits and was unhampered by the curious enervation he felt now, he doubted he'd be able to pull himself out of the sticky squashed bubble he was lying in. As it was, both will and strength seemed to have deserted him. He didn't offer any resistance as the succubus pressed his left hand back against the bubble surface. Holding her tail in her hand as though it was a tool, she blew out a milky-white bubble that enveloped his hand and...
...wow...
It was like every pleasurable thing he'd ever touched all rolled into one. It was like sliding his palm over a silk dress; feeling warm velvet; groping a full breast; pinching a peach of an ass; inserting digits into tight, moist pussy. Perceptually it felt as though his hand had swollen up to five times its original size and the memory of every previously-encountered sensual delight was crackling across his touch receptors.
"Feel nice?" the succubus asked. "My special bubbles overwhelm the senses with bliss."
The sticky white bubble, slightly smaller than a soccer ball in size, pinned Bate's hand to the larger bubble beneath. Bate didn't mind that his hand was trapped. All he wanted to do with it was squeeze, clutch and feel.
The succubus did the same to his other hand and then walked around to do the same to his feet. Bate sighed and wriggled his toes against the malleable membranes. It felt like his feet had plunged into hot mud with therapeutic properties.
There was a sensitive part of his body that hadn't yet felt the touch of her special bubbles. The succubus climbed up astride him and directed the end of her tail at his crotch. His penis was back to full hardness and twitched in anticipation.
"And another special bubble for here," the succubus said.
Another milky-white bubble bulged out of the end of her tail. It pressed against and then enfolded his erection and balls. Bate's response was immediate. Muscles clenched in his groin and his body shuddered in violent climax as he spurted his seed up into the smothering bubble.
"So eager," the bubble-tail succubus said. "Eager and... delicious."
She slurped up the sticky mass of bubble and Bate's semen. But not with her mouth, at least not the one on her face. The labia of her sex gaped and she sucked the remnants of the bubble into her vagina while sighing with pleasure.
The bubble must have been coated with some kind of unnatural Viagra. Even though he'd just come, Bate's cock was still hard and eager... eager to get inside her. The succubus's vagina gaped tantalizingly above him. He made efforts to push up inside her, but was thwarted by the shifting movements of the big flattened bubble he was lying in.
"Do you want my vagina?" the succubus teased.
She splayed her fingers on either side of her gaping sex and...
"No, this is not to be sullied with the pricks of lesser creatures."
...pushed her labia together.
She caressed the side of Bate's face.
"Don't look so disappointed. My lovely cunt has other ways of bringing you pleasure."
Her tail was not the only part of her body capable of blowing bubbles. A milky-white membrane expanded out of her sex and swelled around Bate's sex. It triggered another thunderous orgasm. The succubus murmured appreciatively as she drew the semen-soaked membrane back into her.
After a quick pause to savor Bate's taste, she blew out another bubble that enfolded his genitals in soft bliss. Bate had already ejaculated three times in quick succession; he needed more stimulation this time. The succubus gave it to him. The bubble and expanded and deflated. It felt like he was plunging back and forth into a soft, yielding membrane. It felt like pleasurable strokes brushing up and down his shaft. Those previous ejaculations ceased to matter and Bate was quickly shuddering again in another climax. The succubus's vaginal bubble soaked up his issue like a sponge.
Bate barely had a chance to recover before his crotch was enveloped again. Her tail slithered between the bubbles and pressed up against his ass.
"I said I'd touch you here later," the succubus smiled. "It's later."
Bate's sphincter was pushed open as she expanded a bubble inside it. The sensation was weird, but not unpleasant. It became extremely pleasant as the bubble continued to expand and pushed up against his prostate. Bate groaned as the succubus used both bubbles to bring him to another climax. This one was long and slow, and flowed out of him in a seemingly never-ending stream of bliss.
Finally it slowed to a desultory trickle and none of the succubus's clever ministrations could get it restarted again.
"Empty so soon," she said with a disappointed pout. "That leaves only one thing left to take. It should be loose enough now."
She leaned forwards, pursed her full lips and blew a bubble from her mouth. It expanded to fill Bate's world and pressed up against his face until the imprint of his features were visible on the inside.
It felt fine enough until Bate realized he couldn't breathe. The bubble was smothering him. The air went stale in his lungs and they started to burn. Panic set in and he started to struggle.
The succubus rode his squirming form and forced more air into the bubble inside Bate's ass. The bubble continued to expand and the initial pleasure it had given Bate gave way to discomfort, then pain, and then a white hot burst of agony as something ruptured. The bubble kept expanding within him in a torturous wave that shoved aside his internal organs and kept pushing, pushing, pushing.
Bate's soul came loose and he spat it into the bubble smothering his face. At the same time the internal pressure became too much for his body to contain and he came apart in a spray of red.
The succubus drew the soul into her mouth and savored the taste before swallowing it. She licked her lips and ran her hands through the slick sheen of blood covering her body. She didn't have to claim their souls this way, but it felt so good when their bodies burst and showered her with their warm, sticky fluids.
Monday, February 01, 2016
A new Violated Hero (6) is out
I thought the Violated Hero series might have reached its end with the fifth instalment, but no, you can't keep a good, dick-trampling monster girl down and Dieselmine are back with a sixth game in the series.
I haven't had a chance to check the new one out yet. It looks as though Dieselmine have decided to hitch their wagon to the popular Kantai Collection phenomenon and it's machine (ship) girls vs. monster girls. Or rather, given how the Violated Hero series usually runs, it'll likely be machine girls + monster girls vs. (un)fortunate brave hero.
I've heard they've rejigged the game mechanics and combat is different this time around.
It will be interesting to see how this works out. I've covered all the Violated Hero series so far and even did a fairly detailed "let's play" of the last one. The series generally has great art, imaginative Bad End scenes... and an unfortunate tendency to always randomly screw up some aspect of gameplay/story/art that's different every time. V was let down by some fairly uninspiring early bosses, but picked up later mainly through the strength of the main characters and a story that had a surprising amount of depth.
Will I do a detailed "let's play" again? I'm not sure yet. Ship girls and the KanColle thing doesn't really do anything for me to be honest, although given that it's Dieselmine I'm sure they'll find a way to make the Bad End scenes hilariously inventive anyway. At the start of the year I was fairly on top of my plans and then another game came out to devour the last week and a half (in my defence, Darkest Dungeon is really really good and well worth a look if you like either Lovecraftian eldritch horrors or turn-based RPGs).
Currently I'm trying to get Succubus Summoning up and running in a regular Monday slot. It's proving fairly resistant at the moment, but I intend to keep plugging away at in on the principle that if I can get the first thousand or so words up, the rest of it will start flowing again.
The H-space Monster Girl Bestiary will continue to be added to at a rate of one new monster girl a week. I have a nice backlog of shorts there and mostly it's a case of putting them out at in an order that hints at the larger story going on behind them (you didn't think I was naming the main character the same in all of them out of laziness did you...? ;) )
I'll give Violated Hero 6 (Okasare Hero ~Is Everyone After My Cum...!?~) a look in the next couple of days and if it looks promising and I'll run the "let's play" posts in between the other stories. It will be fun to see which has it worst - Stewart Peter Bate or VH6's newest vic... ahem, hero, Chrono.
I haven't had a chance to check the new one out yet. It looks as though Dieselmine have decided to hitch their wagon to the popular Kantai Collection phenomenon and it's machine (ship) girls vs. monster girls. Or rather, given how the Violated Hero series usually runs, it'll likely be machine girls + monster girls vs. (un)fortunate brave hero.
I've heard they've rejigged the game mechanics and combat is different this time around.
It will be interesting to see how this works out. I've covered all the Violated Hero series so far and even did a fairly detailed "let's play" of the last one. The series generally has great art, imaginative Bad End scenes... and an unfortunate tendency to always randomly screw up some aspect of gameplay/story/art that's different every time. V was let down by some fairly uninspiring early bosses, but picked up later mainly through the strength of the main characters and a story that had a surprising amount of depth.
Will I do a detailed "let's play" again? I'm not sure yet. Ship girls and the KanColle thing doesn't really do anything for me to be honest, although given that it's Dieselmine I'm sure they'll find a way to make the Bad End scenes hilariously inventive anyway. At the start of the year I was fairly on top of my plans and then another game came out to devour the last week and a half (in my defence, Darkest Dungeon is really really good and well worth a look if you like either Lovecraftian eldritch horrors or turn-based RPGs).
Currently I'm trying to get Succubus Summoning up and running in a regular Monday slot. It's proving fairly resistant at the moment, but I intend to keep plugging away at in on the principle that if I can get the first thousand or so words up, the rest of it will start flowing again.
The H-space Monster Girl Bestiary will continue to be added to at a rate of one new monster girl a week. I have a nice backlog of shorts there and mostly it's a case of putting them out at in an order that hints at the larger story going on behind them (you didn't think I was naming the main character the same in all of them out of laziness did you...? ;) )
I'll give Violated Hero 6 (Okasare Hero ~Is Everyone After My Cum...!?~) a look in the next couple of days and if it looks promising and I'll run the "let's play" posts in between the other stories. It will be fun to see which has it worst - Stewart Peter Bate or VH6's newest vic... ahem, hero, Chrono.
Friday, January 29, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Pink Cushionblob
Name: Pink Cushionblob
Type: Slime
Habitat: Caves (Temperate, Damp).
Description:
The pink cushionblob has the form of a naked buxom girl with bright and slightly translucent pink skin lying on what looks like a large round waterbed mattress of the same colour. This is a type of slime girl that possesses so much additional mass it accumulates beneath them to form a large cushion or pillow. Their semi-liquid internal body is contained within an elastic membrane. Floating freely within the internal body is a core composed of darker, opaque material.
They are intelligent and possess a friendly disposition. At first they were thought to be a benign variety of hindig. As with most hindigs, they derive sustenance from human sexual fluids and initially they seemed content to trade sexual services for small amounts of seminal fluid extracted from willing partners. Now we know cushionblobs will sometimes drain a human to death and should be considered dangerous.
Attack Strategy:
The pink cushionblob asks men (and sometimes women) to join them on their bed and the men (and sometimes women) join them on their bed. Why the men (and sometimes women) do this, we don't know. Even with repeated warnings and foreknowledge of the risks, the men (and sometimes women) still do it. This makes me believe there may be additional factors in play other than sheer stupidity and desire to win a Darwin Award.
Once she has them on her bed, the cushionblob gives her prey an erotic body-to-body massage many have reported to be both thoroughly relaxing and highly arousing. If her prey is male, the cushionblob engulfs their penis and stimulates them to multiple orgasms. If female, the cushionblob extrudes part of her body into the prey's vagina and absorbs the vaginal secretions produced during climax. This is not fatal unless the cushionblob brings her core into contact with her prey's sexual organs. Contact with the core triggers a state of lethal hyper-arousal where the prey continues to climax helplessly until death occurs through loss of fluids.
(Should I mention the part where the cushionblob sucks out and absorbs the victim's soul? Would anyone believe me?)
Countermeasures:
I'd like to say, "Don't join her on her bed you blithering idiots," but people still do.
Maintaining discipline is important. At first the cushionblobs let people go to return to camp and spread stories about how good being with a cushionblob was. The curious would then seek the cushionblobs out to experience it for themselves. I'm convinced this was a deliberate and predetermined strategy.
Unlike other slime girls such as the blue specimen, HA-001, being studied back on Earth, pink cushionblobs are less protean in form and abilities. The external skin can be punctured and enough damage will result in the cushionblob being unable to hold their liquid body together. However, they are capable of rapidly closing and healing any wounds to their outer layer. Destroying the central core is a proven way of killing them for certain. Extreme cold is also effective, as are desiccating agents.
Threat Level:
Why do they keep joining her on her bed...?
Moderate.
There must be a pheromone or mind control element we're missing here. Our personnel are succumbing too frequently to the cushionblob's temptations, even the forewarned and wary ones.
Type: Slime
Habitat: Caves (Temperate, Damp).
Description:
The pink cushionblob has the form of a naked buxom girl with bright and slightly translucent pink skin lying on what looks like a large round waterbed mattress of the same colour. This is a type of slime girl that possesses so much additional mass it accumulates beneath them to form a large cushion or pillow. Their semi-liquid internal body is contained within an elastic membrane. Floating freely within the internal body is a core composed of darker, opaque material.
They are intelligent and possess a friendly disposition. At first they were thought to be a benign variety of hindig. As with most hindigs, they derive sustenance from human sexual fluids and initially they seemed content to trade sexual services for small amounts of seminal fluid extracted from willing partners. Now we know cushionblobs will sometimes drain a human to death and should be considered dangerous.
Attack Strategy:
The pink cushionblob asks men (and sometimes women) to join them on their bed and the men (and sometimes women) join them on their bed. Why the men (and sometimes women) do this, we don't know. Even with repeated warnings and foreknowledge of the risks, the men (and sometimes women) still do it. This makes me believe there may be additional factors in play other than sheer stupidity and desire to win a Darwin Award.
Once she has them on her bed, the cushionblob gives her prey an erotic body-to-body massage many have reported to be both thoroughly relaxing and highly arousing. If her prey is male, the cushionblob engulfs their penis and stimulates them to multiple orgasms. If female, the cushionblob extrudes part of her body into the prey's vagina and absorbs the vaginal secretions produced during climax. This is not fatal unless the cushionblob brings her core into contact with her prey's sexual organs. Contact with the core triggers a state of lethal hyper-arousal where the prey continues to climax helplessly until death occurs through loss of fluids.
(Should I mention the part where the cushionblob sucks out and absorbs the victim's soul? Would anyone believe me?)
Countermeasures:
I'd like to say, "Don't join her on her bed you blithering idiots," but people still do.
Maintaining discipline is important. At first the cushionblobs let people go to return to camp and spread stories about how good being with a cushionblob was. The curious would then seek the cushionblobs out to experience it for themselves. I'm convinced this was a deliberate and predetermined strategy.
Unlike other slime girls such as the blue specimen, HA-001, being studied back on Earth, pink cushionblobs are less protean in form and abilities. The external skin can be punctured and enough damage will result in the cushionblob being unable to hold their liquid body together. However, they are capable of rapidly closing and healing any wounds to their outer layer. Destroying the central core is a proven way of killing them for certain. Extreme cold is also effective, as are desiccating agents.
Threat Level:
Why do they keep joining her on her bed...?
Moderate.
There must be a pheromone or mind control element we're missing here. Our personnel are succumbing too frequently to the cushionblob's temptations, even the forewarned and wary ones.
Thursday, January 28, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Pink Cushionblob
"You look tired and tense. Would you like a massage?" the pink girl on the pink bed asked.
Both the girl and bed were very pink. Not in the human-flesh-tone sense of pink, but the unnatural sort of artificial pink you'd expect to see on a manufactured item, like an inflatable or piece of plastic. Their surfaces even had a similar level of translucency to a balloon or see-through rubber inflatable.
PFC Stewart Peter Bate called it a bed, but it was really just a circular mattress plonked on the floor. It looked like a big rubber bladder filled with water, like one of those old sleazy waterbed mattresses without a frame. The pink girl was naked and lay on top of it. Her whole body—her skin, even—looked to be covered in the same translucent pink material that surrounded the mattress underneath her. While the rest of her was slender and sexily proportioned, her boobs looked as though they'd been attached to an air hose. Her tits were big and round and gave her the improbably proportioned figure of an anime pinup. She smiled at Bate and rubbed the surface of the mattress as if she wanted him to lie down with her.
Bate felt a twinge between his shoulder blades. It had been a long day. Yes, he would like a relaxing massage.
He slipped out of his clothes and climbed up on the bed.
Not only did it look like a waterbed, it swayed, rocked and sloshed like a waterbed. The surface looked like rubber, but it felt like warm, soft skin to touch. It also felt slightly moist and there was a strong odor of exotic perfume in the air—as if the whole bed had been soaked in scented oils.
Bate wondered if the girl with the bubblegum-pink skin felt the same, especially those juicy big tits. Smiling rakishly, Bate reached over to give them a good grope.
The girl smiled flirtatiously back at him, but batted his hands away before he could get a good feel.
"Later," she said. "Massage first."
Bate couldn't push the issue, despite his obvious physical superiority to the girl. The slippery and pitching surface of the bed made it too hard for Bate to both keep his balance and try and sneak his hands through the pink girl's defenses for a quick feel. Instead he did as the pink girl requested and lay down on his front with his arms outstretched and his legs slightly apart.
He wished he had a bed like this back at camp. It was so comfortable. He sank into the soft mattress and was gently rocked by the movement of the water within it.
He felt a weight settle on his buttocks and lower back as she sat astride him. Bate was already liking the direction this massage was taking.
"Can you do body-to-body?" he asked.
"If you like," she said.
"And can you use your tits?" he asked. "I'd love to feel those puppies rubbing up and down my back."
"It would be a pleasure," she said. "I'll cover you in my big soft boobs."
And pleasure it was. She started with her hands. First they slid over his back like the whisper of a lover's sigh. Then she started to apply more pressure—pushing down with her palms and smoothing out the muscles on either side of his spine. She needed no oil. Her hands exuded a natural lubricant of their own. She bent lower over him as her deft hands moved up to work on the taut muscles of his shoulders. They slithered higher to unknot the kinks in his neck.
Her technique was unusual. Where another masseuse might have kneaded the knots out with stiff fingers, her touch was light and gentle. All she had to do was lay her soft hands on his flesh and all the tension underneath simply melted away.
The first part of the massage was to relax him. The second was to inflame his arousal. For that she used her tits.
He felt them against his back. They were like two cushions filled with warm water that had little rubber nubs at their apex. She squashed her breasts against him as she lay down on top of him. Her soft boobs spread out across his back and he felt the warmth from them seep under his skin.
Like her hands, her breasts exuded a scented oil that acted as a lubricant. Cushioned by her considerable chest, the cushionblob slid over Bate. He felt her nipples trace lines up and down his back. He felt them draw spirals on his shoulder blades. He even felt her slide up high enough for him to feel the bulging pressure of her bust on either side of his head.
It was everything he wanted. Her body against his lit up pleasure receptors all over his skin.
"I can feel another kind of tension," she said. Her hand slithered between his thighs and fondled his nuts. "Would you like me to take care of this as well?"
"That would really really make my day," Bate said.
She got him to lift his hips. Not quite getting him to all fours, but high enough for her to get her skillful hands in underneath. With her lovely swollen boobs pressed against his back, she wrapped wet hands around Bate's penis and stroked up and down.
It didn't take her long to bring him to full erection and then she held his swollen manhood so it was pointing straight down. Using the full weight of her body, she pushed Bate's crotch back down onto the mattress. The head of his cock came up against the elastic surface, but rather than sliding along it, the mattress gave way and Bate's erection plunged through into not water but warm viscous jelly. The cushionblob was made of the same substance—she lay on top of Bate and her body softened until she covered the whole of him like a thick warm duvet... a stretchy rubber duvet that pinned Bate to the mattress and wouldn't let him pull free. Not that Bate wanted to pull free. He felt so comfortable and the rippling sensation of the jelly moving around his erection was like nothing he'd ever experienced.
The slime girl's core, a glob of darker and more viscous matter, rose up and pressed against Bate's erection. His swollen glans dimpled the core's surface and then the rest rolled smoothly up around his shaft until his whole cock was engulfed.
"Let me take all your cares away," she whispered in his ear.
The bed and the girl were one, some part of his mind not currently smothered in bliss realized. Or rather, she was an extension of the bed he was currently lying upon. Or should that be in? Her body had softened and melted around him until his head was the only part of him not currently buried beneath warm pink jelly.
Then the globular mass wrapped around his cock began to slowly pulsate in and out, and every last part of Bate's mind was lost to animal lusts. With each throb ripples tickled up his shaft like many dexterous fingers applying a tantric massage to his member. They squeezed, twisted and tugged until Bate could withstand it no more and he climaxed explosively.
The shuddering force of his ejaculation temporarily dislodged her core, but only for a moment before it returned—hungry—and engulfed him again. Bate's erection was stretched out within it and sensitive spots on his shaft and glans were located and stimulated. Bate shuddered as he came again. This time his erection remained enveloped—the ejaculation a controlled milking.
The cushionblob rippled all over his back, the motions a whisper of bliss.
"Let it all out," she said to him. "Release all that tension into me."
The mattress that was really part of her gelatinous body slowly throbbed as she squeezed out and absorbed his cum. Bate's issue puffed out within her semi-transparent body as milky-white clouds. Those clouds thickened as she drew more fluids out of Bate's body. She held him in a state of insensate sexual bliss as she emptied him. The last to be drawn out was his soul. It sparkled within her as a cloud of glittering motes before fading away as she digested and absorbed it.
They eat our souls...?
Both the girl and bed were very pink. Not in the human-flesh-tone sense of pink, but the unnatural sort of artificial pink you'd expect to see on a manufactured item, like an inflatable or piece of plastic. Their surfaces even had a similar level of translucency to a balloon or see-through rubber inflatable.
PFC Stewart Peter Bate called it a bed, but it was really just a circular mattress plonked on the floor. It looked like a big rubber bladder filled with water, like one of those old sleazy waterbed mattresses without a frame. The pink girl was naked and lay on top of it. Her whole body—her skin, even—looked to be covered in the same translucent pink material that surrounded the mattress underneath her. While the rest of her was slender and sexily proportioned, her boobs looked as though they'd been attached to an air hose. Her tits were big and round and gave her the improbably proportioned figure of an anime pinup. She smiled at Bate and rubbed the surface of the mattress as if she wanted him to lie down with her.
Bate felt a twinge between his shoulder blades. It had been a long day. Yes, he would like a relaxing massage.
He slipped out of his clothes and climbed up on the bed.
Not only did it look like a waterbed, it swayed, rocked and sloshed like a waterbed. The surface looked like rubber, but it felt like warm, soft skin to touch. It also felt slightly moist and there was a strong odor of exotic perfume in the air—as if the whole bed had been soaked in scented oils.
Bate wondered if the girl with the bubblegum-pink skin felt the same, especially those juicy big tits. Smiling rakishly, Bate reached over to give them a good grope.
The girl smiled flirtatiously back at him, but batted his hands away before he could get a good feel.
"Later," she said. "Massage first."
Bate couldn't push the issue, despite his obvious physical superiority to the girl. The slippery and pitching surface of the bed made it too hard for Bate to both keep his balance and try and sneak his hands through the pink girl's defenses for a quick feel. Instead he did as the pink girl requested and lay down on his front with his arms outstretched and his legs slightly apart.
He wished he had a bed like this back at camp. It was so comfortable. He sank into the soft mattress and was gently rocked by the movement of the water within it.
He felt a weight settle on his buttocks and lower back as she sat astride him. Bate was already liking the direction this massage was taking.
"Can you do body-to-body?" he asked.
"If you like," she said.
"And can you use your tits?" he asked. "I'd love to feel those puppies rubbing up and down my back."
"It would be a pleasure," she said. "I'll cover you in my big soft boobs."
And pleasure it was. She started with her hands. First they slid over his back like the whisper of a lover's sigh. Then she started to apply more pressure—pushing down with her palms and smoothing out the muscles on either side of his spine. She needed no oil. Her hands exuded a natural lubricant of their own. She bent lower over him as her deft hands moved up to work on the taut muscles of his shoulders. They slithered higher to unknot the kinks in his neck.
Her technique was unusual. Where another masseuse might have kneaded the knots out with stiff fingers, her touch was light and gentle. All she had to do was lay her soft hands on his flesh and all the tension underneath simply melted away.
The first part of the massage was to relax him. The second was to inflame his arousal. For that she used her tits.
He felt them against his back. They were like two cushions filled with warm water that had little rubber nubs at their apex. She squashed her breasts against him as she lay down on top of him. Her soft boobs spread out across his back and he felt the warmth from them seep under his skin.
Like her hands, her breasts exuded a scented oil that acted as a lubricant. Cushioned by her considerable chest, the cushionblob slid over Bate. He felt her nipples trace lines up and down his back. He felt them draw spirals on his shoulder blades. He even felt her slide up high enough for him to feel the bulging pressure of her bust on either side of his head.
It was everything he wanted. Her body against his lit up pleasure receptors all over his skin.
"I can feel another kind of tension," she said. Her hand slithered between his thighs and fondled his nuts. "Would you like me to take care of this as well?"
"That would really really make my day," Bate said.
She got him to lift his hips. Not quite getting him to all fours, but high enough for her to get her skillful hands in underneath. With her lovely swollen boobs pressed against his back, she wrapped wet hands around Bate's penis and stroked up and down.
It didn't take her long to bring him to full erection and then she held his swollen manhood so it was pointing straight down. Using the full weight of her body, she pushed Bate's crotch back down onto the mattress. The head of his cock came up against the elastic surface, but rather than sliding along it, the mattress gave way and Bate's erection plunged through into not water but warm viscous jelly. The cushionblob was made of the same substance—she lay on top of Bate and her body softened until she covered the whole of him like a thick warm duvet... a stretchy rubber duvet that pinned Bate to the mattress and wouldn't let him pull free. Not that Bate wanted to pull free. He felt so comfortable and the rippling sensation of the jelly moving around his erection was like nothing he'd ever experienced.
The slime girl's core, a glob of darker and more viscous matter, rose up and pressed against Bate's erection. His swollen glans dimpled the core's surface and then the rest rolled smoothly up around his shaft until his whole cock was engulfed.
"Let me take all your cares away," she whispered in his ear.
The bed and the girl were one, some part of his mind not currently smothered in bliss realized. Or rather, she was an extension of the bed he was currently lying upon. Or should that be in? Her body had softened and melted around him until his head was the only part of him not currently buried beneath warm pink jelly.
Then the globular mass wrapped around his cock began to slowly pulsate in and out, and every last part of Bate's mind was lost to animal lusts. With each throb ripples tickled up his shaft like many dexterous fingers applying a tantric massage to his member. They squeezed, twisted and tugged until Bate could withstand it no more and he climaxed explosively.
The shuddering force of his ejaculation temporarily dislodged her core, but only for a moment before it returned—hungry—and engulfed him again. Bate's erection was stretched out within it and sensitive spots on his shaft and glans were located and stimulated. Bate shuddered as he came again. This time his erection remained enveloped—the ejaculation a controlled milking.
The cushionblob rippled all over his back, the motions a whisper of bliss.
"Let it all out," she said to him. "Release all that tension into me."
The mattress that was really part of her gelatinous body slowly throbbed as she squeezed out and absorbed his cum. Bate's issue puffed out within her semi-transparent body as milky-white clouds. Those clouds thickened as she drew more fluids out of Bate's body. She held him in a state of insensate sexual bliss as she emptied him. The last to be drawn out was his soul. It sparkled within her as a cloud of glittering motes before fading away as she digested and absorbed it.
They eat our souls...?
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.
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