Succubus Summoning 212, part 1

Yes, that title is correct.  I finally got Phil's adventures moving again.  Really sorry to all the people that have been waiting so long for this.  There were reasons, but I'm not going to go into them as they're not particularly interesting.  The plan is to update every Monday with a thousand words or so until the 201 arc is done.  This may shift around a bit (as you may have noticed on account of this being Wednesday and not Monday) depending on where I am with the story, but I'm hoping serialising the final chapters like this will get me over the finish line.

On the off chance you don't know what I mean by either Phil or Succubus Summoning, it's a serial about a hapless student warlock who gets into various life-threatening messes after summoning some sexy succubi.  The first volume of his sexy misadventures can be found in this lovely ebook, or you can read them in their slightly rougher form here on Literotica.  A couple of years ago I hit a brick wall and the story stalled.  Now I think it's time to finish the Succubus Summoning 201 arc off so I can put out a lovely ebook sequel and hopefully make enough money to write even more sexy succubus stories for you all.

Without further ado, here's the first 1K words of Succubus Summoning 212:


Succubus Summoning 212, part 1

Darvill had never been afraid of exams.  In fact, during his schooldays, before he'd learned of this parallel world of magic and daemons, he'd even grown to relish them.  Exams cut through all the bullshit.  Exams were remorseless pieces of paper.  Exams didn't care about who you were, who your daddy was, or who your friends were.  They didn't give a shit about your station.  They didn't give a fuck about what your little clique said and thought.

Darvill liked exams because he had control over the outcome.  Ultimately that was what it was about—control.  He couldn't control who his parents were.  He couldn't control where he came from.  But exams, he could control them.  Knowledge, preparation, hard work—those were things he could control and exams respected them.  Exams showed, unequivocally, where everyone stood in relation to everyone else.  They took a group of people and churned them out as a ranked list.

And Darvill always made sure his name was at the top of that list.

Wargsnouts College was no different.  Sure, the stakes were higher.  No-one got their limbs ripped off and devoured for getting a math question wrong in the mundane world, but the principles were still the same—knowledge, preparation, hard work.

So when Darvill had found out about The Scrote's little surprise test he hadn't been fazed in the slightest.  Truth be told, he relished it.  The last few days had not gone well.

No, that was a massive understatement.  The last few days had been fucking disastrous.  So much for those plans of building a cabal to shake up the old order.  He'd been arrogant and naïve, in a world that laughed at arrogance and destroyed the naïve.

At least it wasn't all for naught.  He'd learn from this, had learned much already.  He ruffled Calli-Scitu-Oc's eyestalks as the poly-Oc sat on his shoulder.

But the cost...

He grimaced at the thought.  Dever, the others, gone.  His friends—dead or worse.

No, he mustn't dwell on that.  Control the things he could control.  Knowledge, preparation, hard work.

Not everyone shared Darvill's phlegmatic attitude when it came to exams.  Outside the test room he saw Rowling sitting at one of the tables with an untidy sprawl of notes and papers spread out in front of him.  One of his succubi—Verdé, the one with the green hair—was sitting next to him and watching with a look of amusement on her face while he frantically shuffled through his notes.

One of Rowling's succubi...

Everyone thought Rowling had somehow managed to contract a pair of succubi.  Darvill knew differently.  He'd counted five in the castle in hell.  They weren't your regular succubi either.  Darvill had done a little research on his return to the college.  He wondered if Rowling knew what he'd contracted.  He wondered if anyone knew.

Verdé glanced up at Darvill with bright green eyes.  She was stunningly beautiful, but so were plenty of other women.  And once you had plenty of power behind you, you could screw all the beautiful women you could possibly want... and not worry about them sucking your soul out in the process.

"Last minute revision?" Darvill asked.

Rowling noticed Darvill and seemed both surprised and a little awkward when the other student sat down opposite him.  Rowling was the sort that would feel guilty over what had happened, Darvill thought, not that he should.

If Darvill was a lesser person he supposed he could have held Rowling responsible for the deaths of the others, maybe even let a grudge fester while he secretly plotted revenge.  Not that Darvill had the slightest intention of doing this.  Wargsnouts was dangerous enough as it was without getting himself bogged down in senseless, petty feuds on top.  They all knew what had happened to Emma Brennan.

"I wish I knew what this test was about," Rowling said.  "I heard something about attunement, but that could cover anything we've studied in the last year and a half."

Darvill thought about Rowling.  They had a lot in common.  Rowling was outreach, like him.  He'd come from a very ordinary background.  He had talent.  Darvill's original plan of a brand new cabal was in tatters and likely never to be mended, but the recent events had given him a fresh appreciation of just how dangerous this world was.  Allies would be useful.

"We're on the fast track because we contracted our first daemons earlier than most other students.  I imagine The Scrote wants to check we understand what those contracts mean."

Rowling looked sourly at his notes.  "I was kinda hoping we'd be taught this before they tested us on it."

"Daemonic contracts are the test," Darvill said.  "Look at the ones that came through."

He motioned over to a passing group of staff.  As would be expected for a college like Wargsnouts, the staff were an eclectic bunch.  High Magus R. L. Conley, the Magister of the Esoteric Conduit stood out the most with a flamboyant costume of black robes with silver trim and elaborate puffs at the wrists.  No-one dressed quite like the high magus.  Rumour was he'd been consulted by a horror filmmaker for input on the costume of their satanic high priest villain, and they'd ended up rejecting his ideas for being too extravagant.  A masked nihmiratt rode on his shoulders like a small child.  Its green eyes shone behind its mask of human skin.

At the opposite end of the spectrum was the Cartifax of Hell-Dimensional Topology, Brion Jacks.  The trim, bald-headed man was dressed in a white vest and jogging bottoms.  He looked like he'd just stepped out of the gym rather than a lecture on the geography of hell.  A pyramid of flesh with a mouth in the centre—a minor nebrit—sat on his shoulder and gnashed its teeth together.

Walking with them was the treasury officer, Graeme Kennet.  Kennet would have looked like a paunchy, middle-aged banker if it wasn't for the kappa-Oc perched on his head like a hat.  It made the official look like an elderly punk rocker with long purple eyestalks for hair.

In such august company it would have been easy to overlook the fourth member entirely.  Dr Will Pryce, the Zoomancer of the Cryptic Savagerium, was small, soft-spoken and innocuous.  A ferocious-looking snikkersnakt prowled around his ankles.

Darvill could see Rowling didn't get it.  For someone supposedly that smart, Rowling could be incredibly dim sometimes.  Darvill was about to give him a helpful nudge when Calli-Scitu-Oc gave him a warning pinch on the shoulder.

Yes, yes, rules and all that, Darvill thought.  Each must walk their own path.

Conscious he was not understanding something, Rowling went back to poring over his notes.

Darvill turned and spoke to Verdé directly.  "Do you think he has anything to worry about?" he asked.

Verdé contemplated his question.  "It's not his strongest area."

Her answer sent Rowling into another frenzy of note shuffling.

The door to the test room opened and one of The Scrote's succubi called out Darvill's name.

"Looks like it's my turn," Darvill said.  "See you later."

Darvill left Rowling to his frantic—and unnecessary—last-minute revision and walked over and followed the succubus into the test room.  He was expecting to see The Scrote, or maybe even Dodgy Lutwidge if The Scrote couldn't be assed to give the test himself.  Neither was waiting for him in the room.  Instead it was two more of The Scrote's succubi.

"We're here to give you your test," one said.

to be continued...

H-space MGB Profile: Latexian Leechwoman

Name: Latexian Leechwoman
Type: Worm
Habitat: Lake Latex

Description:
In their unfed form they've been described as looking like a faceless fashion manikin painted in shiny black latex.  Physically they have proportions similar to a catwalk model—slim, long legs—but exaggeratedly so, like an artist's stylised rendition of a beautiful woman.

When fed they balloon up to the point of resembling a morbidly obese woman.

They seem to possess rudimentary intelligence and as of yet there are no reports of any speaking.

Attack Strategy:
They use their alluring figures to draw men in close enough to embrace.  At this point the leechwoman fastens themselves to their prey through suckers on the wrists and ankles.  They possess multiple sucker mouths located where the mouth, nipples, naval and vulva would be on a human female, and use these to drain the bodily fluids.  As with other hindigs, seminal fluid seems unusually prized and the leechwomen are extremely adept at using their sucker mouths to stimulate a man to ejaculation.  After draining their host of semen they move onto sucking out all their blood.  Even this isn't enough.  The leechwoman secretes powerful enzymes into her prey that turns their insides into a liquid soup that is then sucked out and ingested.  Thankfully, most victims will have already passed out through blood loss by this point.

Countermeasures:
Their rubbery skin is surprisingly tough to puncture or cut.  Most low calibre bullets will not penetrate, especially if the leechwoman has just fed.  They also have powerful regenerative capabilities.

They are slow moving, but once they have someone in their embrace and have attached their sucker mouths it's next to impossible to remove them before their victim is completely exsanguinated.

Threat Level:
Low to Moderate.

They are most dangerous to those traversing Lake Latex due to their ability to blend in with or hide under the surface.

H-space MGB Story: Latexian Leechwoman

PFC Stewart Peter Bate was on patrol when he saw the supermodel rise up out of Lake Latex.

Lake Latex was so named because it looked like a prehistoric god had poured a massive vat of molten rubber out over the land and left it there to solidify.  Black and shiny, someone had said it reminded them of the fetish outfits of kinkier porn clips and the name had stuck.  It wasn't a lake as such.  Apparently the surface was solid enough that you could walk across it, although Bate had never tried.  He'd touched it once and it had felt smooth and stretchy like rubber.  Really weird.

And now there was a sex goddess rising up out of it.  It didn't make sense—the 'lake' was supposed to be solid—but wow, what a figure.  It would make a supermodel green with envy.  It was the proportions.  They were at that exact sweet spot where they were exaggerated enough to stand out, but not extreme enough to become grotesque.  She had long long legs, a beautiful bubble-butt ass and a rack Bate could happily bury his face in.  She was covered from head to foot in skintight latex, as if the surface of the Lake Latex had covered her in a second skin.  Now it really did look like the shiny black latex of kinky porn clips.

The only flaw was her face, or rather the lack of one.  That part of her body was shiny-smooth and featureless like an egg.  It made her look like an animated manikin.  Oddly, this didn't make her any less sexy, if anything it gave her beauty an unearthly perfection.

The latex-covered manikin turned her blank face to Bate.  A pair of plump, sensual lips bloomed on that featureless mask like fruiting fungi.  They pouted seductively and, hips swaying like a film-noir femme fatale, she sashayed out of the lake and walked up to him.

Bate could barely contain his excitement.  His first hindig.  He'd heard about them—the exotic H-indigenous, the inhabitants of H-space.  They were total nymphomaniacs.  No one knew why, given that it was the first time mankind had ever set foot on this plane.  Some of the scientists had theories that the hindigs had psyche-empathic abilities—they instinctively knew what a person's sexual turn-ons were and could adapt to cater to them.  In jarhead terms—they could make you come harder than an experienced Asian hooker.

Oh, he'd also heard about the dangers.  Hindigs were intense.  They could keep fucking a man until he died of exhaustion, or ran out of fluids, or his heart gave out from the strain.  Yep, sex with them could be dangerous.  But only if you were unprepared.  Only if you were stupid.

Bate wasn't stupid.

Smiling broadly at the approaching woman, he took his clothes off and left them in a pile next to him.  He was naked apart from his dog tags and a knife in his right hand.  The knife was his insurance in case she got a little too frisky.

She stepped into his arms and he let his other hand slide all over her curves.

"You are so fine," he said.

That ass, he thought, as his hand slid all over its contours.  It was like a shelf.  You could rest a beer there.  The rubber covering her like a second skin was smooth and warm to the touch.  He hugged her body to his and was surprised at how light she was.  It was like there was nothing inside this rubber suit but air.  Hugging her was like squeezing a big, life-size balloon.

A real-life walking sex doll, he thought, for him.

...with a mouth like a hoover.

He went to kiss her and those big juicy lips of hers wrapped around his and fair sucked the air out of his lungs.  Intense didn't even begin to cover it.  The thought of those big soft lips wrapped around his cock and sucking just as hard had him harder than a piece of steel rebar.

That was until he found her pussy.  His right arm was around her back while his left went wandering.  He sent it down between her legs and found her vagina.  At least he assumed it was her vagina.  It was a moist hole with slick, fleshy walls.  He sent his index and second fingers in on a recce and had barely penetrated her when a strong suction gripped them and pulled them in right to the last knuckle.  The walls of her sex contracted and tugged on his fingers.  It was like she wanted the rest of his hand and maybe his arm as well.

Fuck, he had to get his cock in there.  This pussy was sucking so hard Bate really wanted to feel it try and suck his balls out through his cock.

It took a little work to extricate his fingers from her hungry suction.  Then he placed hands on her hips and lifted her up.  Again he marvelled at how light she was.  She knew what to do.  Her long legs wrapped around him and she slid down the stiff pole of his erection.

Then it started.  The suction.  Fuck, the suction.

This pussy was something else.

It really did feel like she was trying to suck his nuts out through his cock.  It was incredible.

Muscular walls squeezed tightly around his penis and tugged with undulating waves of pressure.  They weren't even fucking in the conventional sense.  There was no back and forth motion.  There didn't need to be.  Her muscular pussy did everything.  She stretched out his cock and gave it a thorough massaging as waves of contraction travelled up his shaft.  The closest feeling he could compare this to was that time he'd got an epic tugjob from a sweet little Asian hottie in a Chinatown rub'n'tug joint, and that—as awesome as it had been—was still nowhere close to this.

He hugged her tighter and that's when he noticed something wasn't quite right.  She didn't feel right.  Her body felt squashy, unpleasantly so.  The way it throbbed with the sucking motion of her pussy put Bate uncomfortably in mind of soft-bodied bugs—a giant maggot or leech.

He felt an odd, wet sensation at his nipple and pulled away.

Glancing down, he saw the latex had melted away to expose the breast—and nipple—beneath.  Only it wasn't a nipple.  Instead of a peak, Bate saw a livid red ring like a fleshy donut.  The ring opened and worked hungrily.  It opened out into a long gullet with glistening walls.  It was a mouth, he realised, a mouth with swollen sucker lips.

Her other nipple was the same.  Worse, this one had already battened onto his nipple.  The curves of her tit pulsed as her nipple mouth sucked on him.  A little dribble of red ran down his chest.  Lower down he saw the latex melt away and reveal another red sucker mouth in her belly where her navel should be.

He looked back at her face.  What he took for a luscious pair of full lips was revealed as another livid red sucker mouth.  She leaned in hungrily for a kiss that was not a kiss.  Bate tried to push her away with little success.  While she was human in shape, she certainly wasn't human.  Her body was flexible in ways no human body was and resisted his attempts to fend her off.

And she had his cock.  He realised with a chill that what he thought was her pussy was likely another one of those hungry red sucker mouths.  It didn't matter.  She stretched out his erection and the muscular walls of her orifice bunched up and stimulated all the right nerve clusters.  She gave a big suck and Bate was explosively coming before he even had a chance to think about holding it back.

The euphoric blast of climax made him temporarily forget where he was.  That was opportunity enough for the leechwoman to hug him in an unbreakable embrace.  Her arms and legs wrapped around his body and fastened themselves in place with strong suction disks.  Her lips found and locked to his.  Her nipple mouth battened onto his nipple.  The mouth at her navel attached to his belly.

Bate was still ejaculating.  The pulsing sucks of the mouth between her legs had fallen into synch with his own throbbing ejaculations.  They reinforced and extended his orgasm, milking a constant stream of semen from his straining manhood.  It wasn't just from his cock.  Her body throbbed all over with the same rhythm and Bate felt the same sensation of release from all over his body... his mouth, his nipples, everywhere.

He also felt like he was weakening.  Like she was draining his vitality along with his sexual fluids.

He recalled what they'd said about the hindigs—they'd give you mind-blowing orgasms, but don't let them go on for too long otherwise they'd end up fatal.

That's why Bate had the knife.

He was sitting now and she was supporting him rather than him carrying her.  He stabbed down at her, thinking her soft skin would be easy to puncture.  It wasn't.  Her skin was elastic and flexible, but it was also tough like rubber.  His knife dimpled the surface but was unable to penetrate.

Her body gave another powerful suck and the strength left Bate's fingers.  He dropped the knife and sagged in her embrace as the leechwoman continued to throb and suck and draw out all of his fluids.  Her body swelled as she filled up.

* * * *

SGT Stewart Peter Bate saw the black, vaguely human-shaped hindig on the shores of Lake Latex.  A hindig, he realised, and one he hadn't seen or heard about before.  Weren't they supposed to look like sexy women?  This one resembled a bloated and obese woman dressed in skintight shiny black latex.  He realised she had another soldier in her embrace.  His head was lolling and his pallor pale and ghastly.

Bate opened fire.  He was sure he'd hit the target, but the hindig didn't go down.  He at least managed to drive it away as the black leech-thing dropped the soldier and slithered back into the black lake.

Bate ran up and saw he'd been too late to help this poor bastard.  The body settled on the shore in a way that made Bate's insides heave.  It was little more than a shapeless bag of human skin.  It lay, bonelessly, on the rocks as though all the insides had been sucked out.

Bate didn't care about what he'd heard.  That did not look a good way to go.

Hentai Game Review: Monster Musume Hyakuran vol.1

After a sort of drought in good monster girl eroge we get both a new Violated Hero and a new release from Toro Toro Resistance (the person/people behind Monster Girl Quest) in quick succession.  Violated Hero 6 is currently queued up on my hard drive and I'll be looking to give that the Let's Play treatment on the blog as soon as I get around to it.

In the meantime there's this new release from Toro Toro Resistance: Monster Musume Hyakuran vol. 1.

My Japanese is non-existent, so Monster Musume Hyakuran == Monster Daughter/Girl Tales/Collection?

Anyway, calling this a game is rather stretching the term.  Don't get your hopes up that this is a new Monster Girl Quest or Monmusu Quest: Paradox.  In music terms this release strikes me as being like one of those albums/EPs of B-sides and previously cut material bands put out to tide them over between albums.

Monster Musume Hyakuran vol.1 is a collection of Bad End scenes featuring femdom (and frequently carnivorous) monster girls.  If you remember the non-fight scenes in Monster Girl Quest Chapter 3, well MMH vol.1 is those x33 (as in 33 separate encounters, not 33 times more squick, because 33 times the squick of Catoblepas Girl is... a challenge beyond even my little black cells to visualise, maybe).  There are some branching points along of the lines of "Would you like to be digested to mush?" or "Would you like all your sperm/life sucked out?", but mostly these are short stories given the Visual Novel treatment with art and sound effects.

If a lamia asks you if you want to be her cuddle toy, the correct answer is "yes".

Some of the tales are connected.  There is a long story that will be very familiar to anyone that remembers Resident Evil (Biohazard) 1 & 2, with pornified, monster-girl-arized versions of monsters from those games (and some not quite so monster-girl-arized – Plant 42!).  This was a little confusing to me at first as the first link from the monster girl encyclopaedia entry would take me to the start of that story rather than to the individual scene for that girl.

WTF Toro Toro Resistance! I think you forgot the girl in monster girl for this one.

I should add at this point that everything is in Japanese on the off chance someone buys the product by mistake and ends up with something that doesn't make sense to them.  MMH vol.1 looks like it uses the same engine as the original Monster Girl Quest and plays reasonably nice with the standard auto-translation tools (If you're unfamiliar with how these work, I normally point people here for a full guide – although they are less effective nowadays given that some of the translation websites such as Google Translate blocks Translation Aggregator).  Toro Toro Resistance's work is fairly popular out in the West, so I wouldn't be surprised if some brave soul gets around to putting out an English translation at some point.  Maybe Dargoth, if the poor bloke isn't already destroyed by Monmusu Quest: Paradox.

Become a guinea pig at a sex toy testing facility!

The art and Bad End scenes are similar in quality to TTR's previous games – variable, but diverse and imaginative enough that you're likely to find something that hit's the spot.  Yes, vore is fairly ubiquitous, but can be avoided if that's not your thing.  As good as TTR is at producing this material at this point, I'd like to see them push on now and maybe see if they can work some animation into the scenes.  Currently the ROBF series* of monster girl battlefuck games does this to good effect, but are difficult to get and play outside of Japan because their creator has a serious hang-up (not entirely unjustified) with Westerners and piracy.

Even the small animation in this scene is quite effective... until you realise what she's doing with that strange orifice...

So, is Monster Musume Hyakuran vol.1 worth buying?  This depends on what you found enjoyable from the original Monster Girl Quest series.  If you liked that series for the epic storyline and the cute interactions with Alice and the other characters, but largely skipped the Bad End scenes because you found them squicky, then MMH vol.1 might not be for you.  However, if you ploughed through that series and relished every imaginative and (usually) sexy fate Luka suffered at the hands of the various amorous (and sometimes hungry!) monster girls, MMH vol.1 is 33 brand new Bad End scenarios that will likely keep you entertained for some time.


(*As an aside, I would love to do a Let's Play series on one of the ROBF games here, but there's virtually no chance of this happening as I'm a) unable to legally purchase them, b) would be unable to get through the Japanese 'gatekeeper' puzzles designed to keep out foreign players, and c) would likely get DMCA-ed to oblivion if I tried.  This is a real shame as the ROBF series is very very good from what I've seen of it.)

H-space MGB Profile: Penishroom

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.

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.

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.