Name: Penishroom
Type: Fungus
Habitat: Dense Vegetation. Jungle.
Description:
A bizarre giant fungus, usually growing to around ten feet in height. So called because of its resemblance to an erect male penis, right down to the presence of two globular structures resembling testes at the base of the shaft.
Attack Strategy:
The fungus, if it is a fungus, is carnivorous and functions like an ambush predator. If any prey walks within range the head will bend down and attempt to swallow it. Once ingested, the prey is pushed down the shaft and into one of the 'testicles' to be digested.
Countermeasures:
The penishroom is rooted to the ground and can only attack individuals that walk within range. This one's straightforward—stay well clear of the big mushroom that looks like a giant dick.
Because people inevitably won't stay clear of the big mushroom that looks like a giant dick, this is what you should do if a member of your squad manages to get themselves swallowed. First off, you won't have much time. Digestion within the basal sacs occurs extremely rapidly. There have been reports of swallowed men coming completely apart within a few minutes of entering the digestion organ. With that in mind, the first course of action should be to slit open the basal sacs with a heavy bladed weapon such as a machete. Don't attack the stalk—it's composed of a tough fibrous material and you won't be able to cut through in time. Slit open the basal sacs. This will drain away the enzymic soup contained within them and enable the penishroom's swallowed victim to be retrieved unhurt. The digestive enzymes denature rapidly upon contact with the open air, so there is no need to worry should any get splashed on you while cutting the basal sac open.
Threat Level:
Low.
*ETA. Later reports have come in that suggest the penishroom gives off a luring scent that is very difficult for some individuals to resist. Women and homosexual men appear to be the most affected.
What is it with H-space and sex...? Why are sexual lures used so aggressively out here in order to attract prey? Understanding this might be the key to understanding the various flora and fauna of H-space.
Friday, February 19, 2016
Thursday, February 18, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Penishroom
PFC Stewart Peter Bate couldn't pinpoint the exact moment he'd lost his mind. He suspected it might have been the moment he'd watched a giant penis eat Hernandez. If watching a monstrous cock devour one of your squad buddies wasn't an indication you'd totally lost it, then what was?
They'd been on exploratory—xplo—duty. Normally that meant hours of trudging across featureless rocks and dirt in search of something that wasn't featureless rocks and dirt. And normally it was a fruitless endeavor as normally all they found was more rocks and dirt.
This time, as they'd pushed out further, they found something that wasn't rocks and dirt—they found life. The edge of an enormous jungle to be exact. The squad was so shocked to find something that wasn't rocks and dirt they thought it must be a mirage. The ground fell away in a rift that extended into the distance and resembled a great crack in the earth. They couldn't see the bottom as it was hidden beneath a dense green canopy of alien vegetation that covered the floor of the massive canyon. They hadn't seen the jungle from a distance as the canopy didn't extends above the cliff edge they were standing on. It grew in this vast cleft in the earth like moss growing in the cracks of a paving slab.
Radio communication was patchy and inconsistent on this side of the gate. Something to do with different physics. On finding something of interest, and this was massively of interest, they should have returned back to base to report. Squad Leader Reynolds wanted to push on further instead. His reasoning was that they'd only just started the sweep and it would be a waste of an exploratory run to head back now. Bate suspected the real reason was because Squad Leader Reynolds knew that if they did go back the top brass would send in the glory boys from Special Forces instead, and they'd be the ones getting the credit for any new discoveries.
It was an open secret amongst the men that Squad Leader Reynolds had a chip on his shoulder about the 'glory boys' of Special Forces. There were rumors the squad leader had been washed out of Special Forces training for bullshit reasons and had harbored a grudge ever since.
So they'd descended down into the jungle and Hernandez had been eaten by a giant penis.
It wasn't a giant penis exactly, but had looked remarkably similar. All the vegetation in the jungle was a little strange—a little warped, a little over-fecund. The shapes and scents had triggered subconscious imagery that had made the men's balls itch. That itch had been magnified by the heat and humidity beneath the canopy. Sweaty like a ten-dollar-hooker's crack and smelling just as rank, as another soldier had put it.
Hernandez had found the fungus or plant that looked like a giant penis.
"Hey, doesn't that look like a giant cock?" he said, his face cracking up with mirth.
It did. The fungus or plant—if it was either—was a column about ten feet high and fleshy-pink in color. The top bulged out into a reddish bulb that resembled the glans of an erect human penis, though it was probably nothing more than the cap of an enormous mushroom. What really made the resemblance was the presence of two round fleshy growths with wrinkled skin at the base of the column. They looked like a pair of giant testicles.
The resemblance was so striking it was easy to imagine a titan lying just beneath the surface with their erect genitals poking up out of the soil.
Hernandez was still laughing and making filthy jokes about it when the giant penis-shaped thing had bent over and swallowed up his head and shoulders. The thing bent back to upright taking Hernandez with it. His legs kicked out as he went down whatever the thing had for a throat like a drunken Santa going down a chimney upside down. They watched the bulge pass down the column until it reached the base of the shaft and Hernandez's still struggling form was squeezed out into one of the giant testicle-like growths. He continued to struggle and they saw the imprints of his hands and face as he tried to force his way out of the sac. The sac itself started to throb and pulsate in an unwholesome manner.
The rest of the squad, belatedly, once the initial shock had worn off, sprang into action. Their first instincts were to go for their guns and shoot the giant cock-mushroom thing. Nothing happened. They depressed the triggers and their guns refused to fire. Shitty alternate dimension physics, Bate thought. Not only did it fuck up all their electronics, sometimes it fucked with their weapons as well.
Squad Leader Reynolds was first to go at it with his machete. The others followed his lead. The thing looked soft and fleshy, but was fibrous and tough beneath the surface. It shuddered loathsomely as they hacked away. Instead of blood, their cuts brought forth thick white pus that gave off a reek that caught at the back of their throats. They hacked and hacked while the loathsome swollen 'testicle' had scrunched and shuddered and churned Hernandez inside it. Eventually they hacked the main stem down and ripped open the top of the round pulsing ball of wrinkled flesh.
They were too late. They found Hernandez inside. Bits of him anyway. They floated in a milky-white soup. His limbs looked boneless, rubbery and wasted—like meat left in a pot too long.
Bate might have just about been able to ride that one out. Then Hernandez's head had floated to the surface and the eyes blinked open. His face had twisted up and he let out a sigh as if he'd just emptied his nuts into Miss USA. Then it dissolved into milky-white broth. The whole noxious mix had poured out across the floor like a river of stodgy filth. It stank like old semen on a whore's bed.
And that had been that for Bate. He'd sped right out of Sanesville leaving streaks of burning rubber behind him.
They'd been on exploratory—xplo—duty. Normally that meant hours of trudging across featureless rocks and dirt in search of something that wasn't featureless rocks and dirt. And normally it was a fruitless endeavor as normally all they found was more rocks and dirt.
This time, as they'd pushed out further, they found something that wasn't rocks and dirt—they found life. The edge of an enormous jungle to be exact. The squad was so shocked to find something that wasn't rocks and dirt they thought it must be a mirage. The ground fell away in a rift that extended into the distance and resembled a great crack in the earth. They couldn't see the bottom as it was hidden beneath a dense green canopy of alien vegetation that covered the floor of the massive canyon. They hadn't seen the jungle from a distance as the canopy didn't extends above the cliff edge they were standing on. It grew in this vast cleft in the earth like moss growing in the cracks of a paving slab.
Radio communication was patchy and inconsistent on this side of the gate. Something to do with different physics. On finding something of interest, and this was massively of interest, they should have returned back to base to report. Squad Leader Reynolds wanted to push on further instead. His reasoning was that they'd only just started the sweep and it would be a waste of an exploratory run to head back now. Bate suspected the real reason was because Squad Leader Reynolds knew that if they did go back the top brass would send in the glory boys from Special Forces instead, and they'd be the ones getting the credit for any new discoveries.
It was an open secret amongst the men that Squad Leader Reynolds had a chip on his shoulder about the 'glory boys' of Special Forces. There were rumors the squad leader had been washed out of Special Forces training for bullshit reasons and had harbored a grudge ever since.
So they'd descended down into the jungle and Hernandez had been eaten by a giant penis.
It wasn't a giant penis exactly, but had looked remarkably similar. All the vegetation in the jungle was a little strange—a little warped, a little over-fecund. The shapes and scents had triggered subconscious imagery that had made the men's balls itch. That itch had been magnified by the heat and humidity beneath the canopy. Sweaty like a ten-dollar-hooker's crack and smelling just as rank, as another soldier had put it.
Hernandez had found the fungus or plant that looked like a giant penis.
"Hey, doesn't that look like a giant cock?" he said, his face cracking up with mirth.
It did. The fungus or plant—if it was either—was a column about ten feet high and fleshy-pink in color. The top bulged out into a reddish bulb that resembled the glans of an erect human penis, though it was probably nothing more than the cap of an enormous mushroom. What really made the resemblance was the presence of two round fleshy growths with wrinkled skin at the base of the column. They looked like a pair of giant testicles.
The resemblance was so striking it was easy to imagine a titan lying just beneath the surface with their erect genitals poking up out of the soil.
Hernandez was still laughing and making filthy jokes about it when the giant penis-shaped thing had bent over and swallowed up his head and shoulders. The thing bent back to upright taking Hernandez with it. His legs kicked out as he went down whatever the thing had for a throat like a drunken Santa going down a chimney upside down. They watched the bulge pass down the column until it reached the base of the shaft and Hernandez's still struggling form was squeezed out into one of the giant testicle-like growths. He continued to struggle and they saw the imprints of his hands and face as he tried to force his way out of the sac. The sac itself started to throb and pulsate in an unwholesome manner.
The rest of the squad, belatedly, once the initial shock had worn off, sprang into action. Their first instincts were to go for their guns and shoot the giant cock-mushroom thing. Nothing happened. They depressed the triggers and their guns refused to fire. Shitty alternate dimension physics, Bate thought. Not only did it fuck up all their electronics, sometimes it fucked with their weapons as well.
Squad Leader Reynolds was first to go at it with his machete. The others followed his lead. The thing looked soft and fleshy, but was fibrous and tough beneath the surface. It shuddered loathsomely as they hacked away. Instead of blood, their cuts brought forth thick white pus that gave off a reek that caught at the back of their throats. They hacked and hacked while the loathsome swollen 'testicle' had scrunched and shuddered and churned Hernandez inside it. Eventually they hacked the main stem down and ripped open the top of the round pulsing ball of wrinkled flesh.
They were too late. They found Hernandez inside. Bits of him anyway. They floated in a milky-white soup. His limbs looked boneless, rubbery and wasted—like meat left in a pot too long.
Bate might have just about been able to ride that one out. Then Hernandez's head had floated to the surface and the eyes blinked open. His face had twisted up and he let out a sigh as if he'd just emptied his nuts into Miss USA. Then it dissolved into milky-white broth. The whole noxious mix had poured out across the floor like a river of stodgy filth. It stank like old semen on a whore's bed.
And that had been that for Bate. He'd sped right out of Sanesville leaving streaks of burning rubber behind him.
Friday, February 12, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Frilled Spitzard
Name: Frilled Spitzard
Type: Lizardfolk
Habitat: Desert. Arid mountains, caves.
Description:
A lizard girl. Yes, I know it makes zero sense for a reptile to possess breasts given that mammary glands are one of the defining features of mammals. This is par for the course as far as H-space is concerned. Don't think about it too hard my biology compadres. Centrefold pin-up with scales and a short stubby tail is the common description we've received. They also possess a flap of skin that runs from their ears to their shoulders and puffs out whenever they're about to spit.
Attack Strategy:
They catch and immobilise potential mates/prey with globs of sticky mucous propelled from either the mouth or vagina. The mucous sets quickly and is highly adhesive. Chemical analysis also found the presence of various exotic compounds that function as a minor aphrodisiac when absorbed through the skin.
Once a man is immobilised, the spitzards then perform a bizarre mating ritual which involves them surrounding him in a circle and taking it in turns to cover in him in a colloidal paste secreted by their sexual organs. This mucous has a much higher concentration of aphrodisiac agents and will eventually trigger ejaculation. The spitzard that succeeds in getting a man to orgasm in this manner wins the right to "mate" with him. I use mate in a loose sense given that predation and mating seem inexplicably entwined in H-space. The winning spitzard secretes a much more complex slime over their mate that triggers even stronger climaxes while at the same time turning the man into soft, malleable jelly. The spitzard then ingests them with her vagina.*
Countermeasures:
Their main weapon is their spit, which they are able to direct over medium distances with great accuracy. While not to be taken lightly, this is not a match for conventional weaponry. However, as we have learned to our cost, conventional weaponry is not always reliable under the physical conditions of H-space. If firearms fail, the correct course of action is to retreat. Spitzards are fast, agile and, as a group, more than a match for a squad armed only with melee weapons.
Threat Level:
Moderate.
Spitzards tend to travel in groups and are accomplished in setting up ambushes.
*They're alive. Oh my god, they're still alive.
We dissected a specimen today and found the remains of a soldier in a chamber at the base of their tail. At least we thought they were remains—the man was folded up as though his body had been turned to soft rubber. Then the man opened his eyes and looked at us. Sadly we were unable to reverse the process and the man died soon after being extracted from the spitzard's body.
God, the look on his eyes. The way his mouth opened in a soundless scream. I don't think I'm ever going to get it out of my head.
I wish I could leave this place and go back to Earth. It's only the awareness I would not be able to live with myself for being responsible for subjecting another human being to this in my place that keeps me here.
Type: Lizardfolk
Habitat: Desert. Arid mountains, caves.
Description:
A lizard girl. Yes, I know it makes zero sense for a reptile to possess breasts given that mammary glands are one of the defining features of mammals. This is par for the course as far as H-space is concerned. Don't think about it too hard my biology compadres. Centrefold pin-up with scales and a short stubby tail is the common description we've received. They also possess a flap of skin that runs from their ears to their shoulders and puffs out whenever they're about to spit.
Attack Strategy:
They catch and immobilise potential mates/prey with globs of sticky mucous propelled from either the mouth or vagina. The mucous sets quickly and is highly adhesive. Chemical analysis also found the presence of various exotic compounds that function as a minor aphrodisiac when absorbed through the skin.
Once a man is immobilised, the spitzards then perform a bizarre mating ritual which involves them surrounding him in a circle and taking it in turns to cover in him in a colloidal paste secreted by their sexual organs. This mucous has a much higher concentration of aphrodisiac agents and will eventually trigger ejaculation. The spitzard that succeeds in getting a man to orgasm in this manner wins the right to "mate" with him. I use mate in a loose sense given that predation and mating seem inexplicably entwined in H-space. The winning spitzard secretes a much more complex slime over their mate that triggers even stronger climaxes while at the same time turning the man into soft, malleable jelly. The spitzard then ingests them with her vagina.*
Countermeasures:
Their main weapon is their spit, which they are able to direct over medium distances with great accuracy. While not to be taken lightly, this is not a match for conventional weaponry. However, as we have learned to our cost, conventional weaponry is not always reliable under the physical conditions of H-space. If firearms fail, the correct course of action is to retreat. Spitzards are fast, agile and, as a group, more than a match for a squad armed only with melee weapons.
Threat Level:
Moderate.
Spitzards tend to travel in groups and are accomplished in setting up ambushes.
*They're alive. Oh my god, they're still alive.
We dissected a specimen today and found the remains of a soldier in a chamber at the base of their tail. At least we thought they were remains—the man was folded up as though his body had been turned to soft rubber. Then the man opened his eyes and looked at us. Sadly we were unable to reverse the process and the man died soon after being extracted from the spitzard's body.
God, the look on his eyes. The way his mouth opened in a soundless scream. I don't think I'm ever going to get it out of my head.
I wish I could leave this place and go back to Earth. It's only the awareness I would not be able to live with myself for being responsible for subjecting another human being to this in my place that keeps me here.
Thursday, February 11, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Frilled Spitzard
PFC Stewart Peter Bate had a friend back home who had a spitting fetish. He was otherwise normal in all other regards—a perfectly upstanding fine citizen... that happened to get off by watching videos of sexy women spitting into men's faces.
Everyone has their own hidden kinks.
Bate watched the hindig's frilled throat puff up, her head coil back and then whip forward as she launched a greenish-white glob into the air. As time slowed down and he watched the sticky glob arc through the air and splatter against PFC Andy Doyle's face like a custard pie, he wondered what his friend would make of all this. Would it be a massive turn-on?
The hindigs were sexy, in a weird alien way. They reminded Bate of science fiction TV shows where they'd take an attractive actress and add prosthetics and makeup to make her look like an alien. She might have pointed ears, blue or green skin, scales and weird bony ridges, but you always knew that underneath the prosthetics and makeup was a sexy actress.
That was what these hindigs were like. You knew they were alien, but they also reminded you of those sci-fi TV shows. So much so it was easy to question what you were seeing was real and not just a pretty starlet in prosthetics and makeup.
The spit was real enough. The hindig had picked out Doyle with uncanny accuracy and the young soldier went down with his face covered in sticky goop.
Bate's thoughts continued to bubble along in a random, unfocused rush. Was the spit acidic... or poisonous? Was it even now melting through the young soldier's eyeballs and eating into his brains?
Fuck. Don't think about it.
Bate pulled the trigger on his gun. Nothing happened. Nothing had been happening since the start of the engagement, which felt like it had begun several lifetimes ago even though it was likely less than a minute. His M16 wasn't firing. It could be a jam, but Bate knew it wasn't. No one else's gun was firing either and it was way beyond the realms of probability that every firearm in the squad had jammed at precisely the same moment.
Dimly he remembered being told that the laws of physics were a little sketchy out here in H-space. None of their complex electronics worked and even relatively simple machinery fouled up far more frequently than normal. Sometimes guns didn't fire and grenades didn't explode. Having that happen right now, right after they'd blundered into a hindig nest was the worst fucking timing. Sure, knives and other blades still worked fine, but Bate had already seen what had happened to the Sarge after he'd switched to using his combat knife.
Bate was glad of all the extra adrenaline sloshing through his system. Without it he wouldn't have had the reflexes to whip his head out of the way of another accurately spat missile. The glob splattered stickily over the rocks behind him.
Fuck this.
Bate turned tail and ran. It felt horrible to run out on his buddies, but there was literally nothing he could do for them. They'd been ambushed and their weapons rendered about as useful as scrap metal clubs. They could all go down together or some of them could try to get away and come back with greater force to avenge the fallen. Bate would have expected any of his squad buddies to come to the same conclusion.
Not that it made much difference. He only made it as far as around the big boulder when a hindig jumped out onto the path in front of him.
Close up there was even more of that weird dissonance between the alien and sexy. Even after seeing what they could do he was a having a hard time believing she was real and not just an actress in prosthetics and makeup. A sexy actress as well. She had nice long legs, a taut midriff and a pair of firm round tits as good as any he'd jerked off to.
She also had scales and weird spiny frills running along her shoulders, neck and the back of her arms. Her high, exotic cheekbones were emphasized by bony ridges poking out through her skin like miniature mountain ranges. She also had flaps of skin that extended from behind her ears to the base of her neck and resembled the hood of a cobra. Topping off her lizard-like appearance was the presence of a short stubby tail.
The hindig's yellow eyes were fixed on Bate as she bobbed and weaved with sinuous, serpentine flexibility.
Bate shot her. Or rather, he pressed the trigger on his gun and cursed when nothing happened.
He watched her warily. The frill on their necks expanded and their throats puffed up when they were about to spit. He could watch for that, dodge it, and then charge her before she had a chance to hawk up another toxic loogie. With any luck he would barrel straight through her and be on his way to safety.
Bate's attention was on the wrong orifice. They didn't just spit from their mouths.
Her legs were already braced apart. Her stubby tail swelled, then—in one smooth motion—her hips swung forward, the tail contracted and her vagina gaped wide as it spat a big white mass at Bate.
There was no dodging this. The glob was already expanding out like a net as it raced to Bate. It hit him full on the chest and knocked him off his feet. He fell on his back with a puddle of white gunk covering his chest and midsection. It wasn't acidic, thankfully, but it was extremely sticky. He tried to stand back up and found he couldn't. The gunk had set and he was stuck to the floor by gummy ropes.
Bate thrashed and struggled. The gunk stretched, but not enough for him to pull free.
He was stuck. Stuck and helpless.
The hindig watched his fruitless struggles with bright yellow eyes. Not only was her appearance alien, her movements were as well—quick, birdlike.
The noise of battle, not that there'd been much to start with given how outclassed they were and with none of their weapons working, had died away. That was it. They were all dead, or incapacitated.
...by lizard girls with tits.
Fuck.
Bate kept pulling at the gluey strands holding him to the floor. Some were beginning to peel away from the rock underneath him. A few more minutes of uninterrupted effort and he reckoned he might be able to pull free.
Not that they were likely to give him a few minutes of uninterrupted effort.
More of the spitzards had appeared. They stood around him in a semicircle and watched. That's all they did—watch... watch and whisper to each other as Bate slowly—painfully slowly—tried to extricate himself from the sticky, solidified mucus.
Finally Bate's frustration boiled over and he ranted at them. "What do you want with me?"
"We are determining which of us will make you her mate." He was surprised to hear one of the lizard girls speaking back to him in English.
A lizard girl, slightly smaller than the others, stepped forwards. She took up a strange stance with her legs far apart. Staring at Bate, she placed a hand between her legs and rubbed it against her sex.
The fuck? Was she masturbating in front of him?
It seemed that way. She rubbed and rubbed and grew more and more aroused until finally she climaxed. Her tail throbbed, her hips jerked forwards and her vagina deposited a big white liquid blob all over him.
All Bate's work in trying to pull free was undone as the lizard girl buried him beneath another pile of gloop. This goop was different. The substance didn't feel as sticky, instead feeling creamier and warmer.
...and corrosive.
Bate watched his uniform fall away in rotting strands and, with gritted teeth, waited for his skin and flesh to do the same. It didn't happen. Instead he felt a warm, tingly feeling all over that was surprisingly pleasant.
The lizard girl seemed both disappointed and unsurprised at her disappointment. She returned to the line and her place was taken by another spitzard.
The new lizard girl did exactly the same as the first—she got herself off and her pussy spat a big glob of white slime over Bate. He was surprised to find he relished the sensation of the gloop against his skin. There was something about it that got his blood up and started an itch in his balls. Some of the goop slid down between his legs and his pubic hair stiffened and crackled as if sparks were running through it.
A third lizard girl stepped up and spat on him. A fourth.
At this point Bate was finding himself to be weirdly aroused in a way that made no sense at all. When he looked at the women, the scales, spines and bony ridges that spoke of reptilian ancestry faded from his perception. All he saw were their human features—their lean, lithe bodies; their perky, gravity-defying breasts. It was like being surrounded by a harem of naked swimwear models.
As the sixth stepped forward to take her turn, Bate found his own penis rising to attention as she started to get herself off. Bate had stopped struggling a while ago. Each glob of goop spat on him felt like the fresh hit of some kind of drug. The sixth girl was the same one that had prevented his escape, Bate noted as she reached climax and spat a thick white glob on his prone body. This one landed right on his erection and enfolded it as the warm goop slid down his shaft.
Bate was already aroused. The sensation of the creamy mass smothering his erection and sliding down it was enough to tip him over the brink. His cock throbbed as he erupted in unexpected orgasm and added his own cream to the sticky layer on top of him.
This was a signal to the lizard girls. If this was a contest then the sixth spitzard was deemed to be the winner. Yellow eyes shiny bright, she approached Bate until she was standing astride him.
"You're mine," she proclaimed.
Her sex gaped open at the apex of her legs. Her hand went back to it and she sighed and hissed in passion. This was more frenzied—more painful, even—than before. The spitzard's fingers terminated in claws, yet she showed no hesitation in inserting a finger and moving it around. It looked as though she was tearing at the inner lining of her sex with her claw. Creamy white fluids dripped from her pussy lips. Drips became a trickle, then a stream, then a flood. She took away her finger and pinkish-white paste poured out of her pussy. More and more poured out until Bate was buried beneath a quivering pile.
Bate's nerves crackled like crazy. He felt aroused. Super aroused. Beyond aroused. He climaxed again and again and again... He felt the muscles clenching around his seminal tubes, clenching so hard they started to twinge. His cock jerked spasmodically as he sprayed his semen into the goop surrounding him. As good as it felt there was a weird undercurrent to it. Bate felt more comfortably relaxed and pleasantly floppy than he'd ever felt in his life.
Aside from his cock. That was the only bit of hardness about him and the only thing it wanted more than what it had right now was to be inside the warm vagina gaping wide above him. A wish the lizard girl seemed willing to grant as she sat down in the pile of pinkish-white cream. Her sex found his and sucked it inside with lusty gulps. That triggered another jittery climax as he finally got to empty his balls inside her. She slurped it up and kept slurping. Her vagina slurped up his cock, his balls and then started on him.
The how of it didn't make sense to Bate. The fluids she'd covered him in had done something strange to his body. His bones, his muscles, his tissues—all had been rendered as soft as jelly. And now her vagina swelled and stretched as she gulped it all down.
The spitzard drew the whole of Bate's newly-pliable body inside her. He was folded up and neatly stored in a special chamber at the base of her tail. Bate was conscious throughout it all and didn't feel any pain. On the contrary, he liked it here. It was warm. It was pleasant. The cares and worries of the world couldn't touch him here. It was like being brought back into a comfortable womb. The spitzard moved on, her new 'mate' conscious and content inside her.
Everyone has their own hidden kinks.
Bate watched the hindig's frilled throat puff up, her head coil back and then whip forward as she launched a greenish-white glob into the air. As time slowed down and he watched the sticky glob arc through the air and splatter against PFC Andy Doyle's face like a custard pie, he wondered what his friend would make of all this. Would it be a massive turn-on?
The hindigs were sexy, in a weird alien way. They reminded Bate of science fiction TV shows where they'd take an attractive actress and add prosthetics and makeup to make her look like an alien. She might have pointed ears, blue or green skin, scales and weird bony ridges, but you always knew that underneath the prosthetics and makeup was a sexy actress.
That was what these hindigs were like. You knew they were alien, but they also reminded you of those sci-fi TV shows. So much so it was easy to question what you were seeing was real and not just a pretty starlet in prosthetics and makeup.
The spit was real enough. The hindig had picked out Doyle with uncanny accuracy and the young soldier went down with his face covered in sticky goop.
Bate's thoughts continued to bubble along in a random, unfocused rush. Was the spit acidic... or poisonous? Was it even now melting through the young soldier's eyeballs and eating into his brains?
Fuck. Don't think about it.
Bate pulled the trigger on his gun. Nothing happened. Nothing had been happening since the start of the engagement, which felt like it had begun several lifetimes ago even though it was likely less than a minute. His M16 wasn't firing. It could be a jam, but Bate knew it wasn't. No one else's gun was firing either and it was way beyond the realms of probability that every firearm in the squad had jammed at precisely the same moment.
Dimly he remembered being told that the laws of physics were a little sketchy out here in H-space. None of their complex electronics worked and even relatively simple machinery fouled up far more frequently than normal. Sometimes guns didn't fire and grenades didn't explode. Having that happen right now, right after they'd blundered into a hindig nest was the worst fucking timing. Sure, knives and other blades still worked fine, but Bate had already seen what had happened to the Sarge after he'd switched to using his combat knife.
Bate was glad of all the extra adrenaline sloshing through his system. Without it he wouldn't have had the reflexes to whip his head out of the way of another accurately spat missile. The glob splattered stickily over the rocks behind him.
Fuck this.
Bate turned tail and ran. It felt horrible to run out on his buddies, but there was literally nothing he could do for them. They'd been ambushed and their weapons rendered about as useful as scrap metal clubs. They could all go down together or some of them could try to get away and come back with greater force to avenge the fallen. Bate would have expected any of his squad buddies to come to the same conclusion.
Not that it made much difference. He only made it as far as around the big boulder when a hindig jumped out onto the path in front of him.
Close up there was even more of that weird dissonance between the alien and sexy. Even after seeing what they could do he was a having a hard time believing she was real and not just an actress in prosthetics and makeup. A sexy actress as well. She had nice long legs, a taut midriff and a pair of firm round tits as good as any he'd jerked off to.
She also had scales and weird spiny frills running along her shoulders, neck and the back of her arms. Her high, exotic cheekbones were emphasized by bony ridges poking out through her skin like miniature mountain ranges. She also had flaps of skin that extended from behind her ears to the base of her neck and resembled the hood of a cobra. Topping off her lizard-like appearance was the presence of a short stubby tail.
The hindig's yellow eyes were fixed on Bate as she bobbed and weaved with sinuous, serpentine flexibility.
Bate shot her. Or rather, he pressed the trigger on his gun and cursed when nothing happened.
He watched her warily. The frill on their necks expanded and their throats puffed up when they were about to spit. He could watch for that, dodge it, and then charge her before she had a chance to hawk up another toxic loogie. With any luck he would barrel straight through her and be on his way to safety.
Bate's attention was on the wrong orifice. They didn't just spit from their mouths.
Her legs were already braced apart. Her stubby tail swelled, then—in one smooth motion—her hips swung forward, the tail contracted and her vagina gaped wide as it spat a big white mass at Bate.
There was no dodging this. The glob was already expanding out like a net as it raced to Bate. It hit him full on the chest and knocked him off his feet. He fell on his back with a puddle of white gunk covering his chest and midsection. It wasn't acidic, thankfully, but it was extremely sticky. He tried to stand back up and found he couldn't. The gunk had set and he was stuck to the floor by gummy ropes.
Bate thrashed and struggled. The gunk stretched, but not enough for him to pull free.
He was stuck. Stuck and helpless.
The hindig watched his fruitless struggles with bright yellow eyes. Not only was her appearance alien, her movements were as well—quick, birdlike.
The noise of battle, not that there'd been much to start with given how outclassed they were and with none of their weapons working, had died away. That was it. They were all dead, or incapacitated.
...by lizard girls with tits.
Fuck.
Bate kept pulling at the gluey strands holding him to the floor. Some were beginning to peel away from the rock underneath him. A few more minutes of uninterrupted effort and he reckoned he might be able to pull free.
Not that they were likely to give him a few minutes of uninterrupted effort.
More of the spitzards had appeared. They stood around him in a semicircle and watched. That's all they did—watch... watch and whisper to each other as Bate slowly—painfully slowly—tried to extricate himself from the sticky, solidified mucus.
Finally Bate's frustration boiled over and he ranted at them. "What do you want with me?"
"We are determining which of us will make you her mate." He was surprised to hear one of the lizard girls speaking back to him in English.
A lizard girl, slightly smaller than the others, stepped forwards. She took up a strange stance with her legs far apart. Staring at Bate, she placed a hand between her legs and rubbed it against her sex.
The fuck? Was she masturbating in front of him?
It seemed that way. She rubbed and rubbed and grew more and more aroused until finally she climaxed. Her tail throbbed, her hips jerked forwards and her vagina deposited a big white liquid blob all over him.
All Bate's work in trying to pull free was undone as the lizard girl buried him beneath another pile of gloop. This goop was different. The substance didn't feel as sticky, instead feeling creamier and warmer.
...and corrosive.
Bate watched his uniform fall away in rotting strands and, with gritted teeth, waited for his skin and flesh to do the same. It didn't happen. Instead he felt a warm, tingly feeling all over that was surprisingly pleasant.
The lizard girl seemed both disappointed and unsurprised at her disappointment. She returned to the line and her place was taken by another spitzard.
The new lizard girl did exactly the same as the first—she got herself off and her pussy spat a big glob of white slime over Bate. He was surprised to find he relished the sensation of the gloop against his skin. There was something about it that got his blood up and started an itch in his balls. Some of the goop slid down between his legs and his pubic hair stiffened and crackled as if sparks were running through it.
A third lizard girl stepped up and spat on him. A fourth.
At this point Bate was finding himself to be weirdly aroused in a way that made no sense at all. When he looked at the women, the scales, spines and bony ridges that spoke of reptilian ancestry faded from his perception. All he saw were their human features—their lean, lithe bodies; their perky, gravity-defying breasts. It was like being surrounded by a harem of naked swimwear models.
As the sixth stepped forward to take her turn, Bate found his own penis rising to attention as she started to get herself off. Bate had stopped struggling a while ago. Each glob of goop spat on him felt like the fresh hit of some kind of drug. The sixth girl was the same one that had prevented his escape, Bate noted as she reached climax and spat a thick white glob on his prone body. This one landed right on his erection and enfolded it as the warm goop slid down his shaft.
Bate was already aroused. The sensation of the creamy mass smothering his erection and sliding down it was enough to tip him over the brink. His cock throbbed as he erupted in unexpected orgasm and added his own cream to the sticky layer on top of him.
This was a signal to the lizard girls. If this was a contest then the sixth spitzard was deemed to be the winner. Yellow eyes shiny bright, she approached Bate until she was standing astride him.
"You're mine," she proclaimed.
Her sex gaped open at the apex of her legs. Her hand went back to it and she sighed and hissed in passion. This was more frenzied—more painful, even—than before. The spitzard's fingers terminated in claws, yet she showed no hesitation in inserting a finger and moving it around. It looked as though she was tearing at the inner lining of her sex with her claw. Creamy white fluids dripped from her pussy lips. Drips became a trickle, then a stream, then a flood. She took away her finger and pinkish-white paste poured out of her pussy. More and more poured out until Bate was buried beneath a quivering pile.
Bate's nerves crackled like crazy. He felt aroused. Super aroused. Beyond aroused. He climaxed again and again and again... He felt the muscles clenching around his seminal tubes, clenching so hard they started to twinge. His cock jerked spasmodically as he sprayed his semen into the goop surrounding him. As good as it felt there was a weird undercurrent to it. Bate felt more comfortably relaxed and pleasantly floppy than he'd ever felt in his life.
Aside from his cock. That was the only bit of hardness about him and the only thing it wanted more than what it had right now was to be inside the warm vagina gaping wide above him. A wish the lizard girl seemed willing to grant as she sat down in the pile of pinkish-white cream. Her sex found his and sucked it inside with lusty gulps. That triggered another jittery climax as he finally got to empty his balls inside her. She slurped it up and kept slurping. Her vagina slurped up his cock, his balls and then started on him.
The how of it didn't make sense to Bate. The fluids she'd covered him in had done something strange to his body. His bones, his muscles, his tissues—all had been rendered as soft as jelly. And now her vagina swelled and stretched as she gulped it all down.
The spitzard drew the whole of Bate's newly-pliable body inside her. He was folded up and neatly stored in a special chamber at the base of her tail. Bate was conscious throughout it all and didn't feel any pain. On the contrary, he liked it here. It was warm. It was pleasant. The cares and worries of the world couldn't touch him here. It was like being brought back into a comfortable womb. The spitzard moved on, her new 'mate' conscious and content inside her.
Friday, February 05, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Bubble-Tail Succubus
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.
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.
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.
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