PVT Stewart Peter Bate was surprised and a little happy when he found the unconscious naked girl on a bed. He knew she was unconscious rather than sleeping because she hadn’t stirred when Bate had put a hand on one of her big boobs and given it a squeeze.
Not fake, he noted approvingly.
He wondered what she—and the bed—were doing here.
The bed was possibly the weirder of the two.
There were plenty of reasons why she could be here. She could be a medic, auxiliary, scientist… heck, they were even letting the weaker sex carry guns nowadays. The bed was tougher to rationalize. It was big, fancy and had a deep mattress. Bate had no idea what it was doing in this otherwise deserted underground complex. Maybe it had gotten spliced here or something like that. He’d heard that could happen—freak events that caused bits of our world to disappear and show up here in H-space. He remembered hearing about an explo squad coming across a children’s playground in the middle of nowhere.
The naked girl was a real sweetie. Blonde, big-titted, slim belly, nice legs—just how Bate liked them.
And totally out of it…
Was it one of theirs? He knew the eggheads were feeling the strain of not making sense of things out here. Had one of them gone off the reservation and engaged in some ethics-free experimentation? The girl was out of it so deep Bate reckoned she had to have been drugged.
Bate ran through some calculations in his head. Here he was, in an out-of-the-way room, with a bed and a sleeping beauty.
Now this is what was commonly known as an opportunity…
Bate checked both ways along the corridor outside. He closed the door and leaned a chair up against the handle.
Bate had grown up with nothing and still didn’t have much. He’d learned that whenever God handed you an opportunity, you took it.
He didn’t think he had long. He didn’t need long. A quick in’n’out, bust out a nut—that’s all the long he needed.
She’d never know it happened. That made it a victimless crime as far as Bate was concerned. And if there was no victim, was it really a crime?
He put his gun and kit away to one side and got up on the bed. The mattress was a little soft, but that was fine. He looked at the girl sprawled out before him and could barely rein in his excitement. She looked so cute and unsullied—like a small-town cheerleader before she’d been gone through by the whole football team.
Bate leaned over her and gave both her breasts a squeeze. These were some fine titties. He gave them a jiggle and plumped them together. Real fine titties.
Bate turned his attentions to between her legs. Down there she was shaved and very neat and tidy. Just the way Bate liked ’em. He slid a finger up between her folds. Nice and tight. Bate liked ’em that way too.
The girl didn’t stir. They must have shot her up with something powerful.
Best not hang around, Bate thought.
He fished a condom out of one of his pockets and gave it a kiss. Bate always carried one around. You never knew when you were going to get lucky. And, right now, Bate was lucky. He dropped his trousers and slid the rubber over his boner. Best to be safe when it came to strange pussy. You never knew where strange pussy had been and what it had allowed inside it. Better safe than STD.
He pushed her legs apart to grant better access to her sex. He spat in his palm and rubbed the spit along his shaft. Get it all lubed up, he thought to himself. Then, slide it in.
Bate did just that. The girl was tight, but also surprisingly moist.
Someone’s dreaming slutty dreams,” he chuckled.
He grabbed a generous handful of each tit and moved his hips up and down on top of her.
“Oh yeah, you have one tight cooze,” Bate said down to the unconscious girl.
Oh yeah, this was good. Tight. Warm. It wouldn’t take him long. Yeah, slide it in deep, fire that nut off, then be gone. No one would ever know.
The girl opened her eyes and looked up at Bate. That alone would have been bad enough, but it was worse. His sweet little blonde cheerleader had black pebbles for eyes and a smile like one of those possessed people in horror films.
One of Bate’s most important rules when it came to fucking was don’t stick your dick in cray-cray.
Bate was balls deep in cray-cray.
Bate was stuck balls deep in cray-cray.
He couldn’t pull out. It was like she was full of glue.
It wasn’t the only place he was stuck. His hands were stuck to her titties, only they didn’t feel too much like titties any more. He tried to pull his right hand away and her flesh stretched with it like flesh-colored taffy.
The girl languidly wrapped her legs around Bate’s waist. He tried to pull free, failed, lost his balance and fell down on her. Her titties definitely weren’t right. His left hand sank into her big round breast right up to his wrist. The same happened to his right hand as he tried to pull himself out. The thing that resembled a naked blonde cheerleader gave a little flex and Bate’s arms sank into her up to the elbows.
What was happening? What the fuck was happening!
The girl put her arms around him like a lover embracing her love. It wasn’t just her. The mattress rose up on either side of them. He was sinking with the girl into the mattress and the rest of the bed was slowly folding up around them.
The lingering awareness he’d been engaged in illegal activity kept him from crying out until it was too late. That option was taken away from him. The mimic placed a hand on the back of his head and forced him down until her lips met his. Her lips glued to him and formed a sticky seal around his mouth. They stretched and held like elastic as Bate tried to pull away. His cries were smothered in her mouth.
In the panic he’d forgotten he was still inside her. He remembered again in a hurry as her malleable pussy started to squeeze and tug his pride’n’joy. His boner should have been long dead, but the mimic kept him hard and aroused with skillful ministrations of her soft cunt.
Her pussy was way more malleable and dexterous than any human pussy. She peeled the condom off Bate’s cock and swallowed it into her body. Then the stimulation began in earnest. Her sticky pussy assaulted his erection with a series of squeezes and jerks that made Bate feel like he’d been tied up and left in the hands of a highly experienced rub’n’tug joint hooker.
That calmed Bate a little. He’d heard about the hindig denizens of H-space. Supposedly they were more interested in fucking than eating, and her touches seemed more lascivious than hungry.
Still, it was disconcerting as she folded up around him and he sank into her. Her malleable body engulfed his arms and rippled against his back and sides.
Bate’s fears lessened as she continued to manipulate his cock with deft squeezes and tugs. Was it a hand or her pussy? Whatever Bate’s cock was in, it felt like the best of both.
Yeah, she was way too good. Bate shuddered in bliss and emptied a full nut inside her. She drank it up like a sponge. Bate was fine with that. If she was going to keep working his cock like that, she could drink his cum all day and night.
If Bate had known that was exactly what the mimic intended to do with him, and what it would do to his body, he might have felt differently.
The second orgasm followed right after the first. That felt awesome too. So did the third. The fourth wasn’t bad, but Bate felt twinges in both his cock and nuts after the euphoric high had worn off. A few more orgasms and he wanted her to stop as it was starting to hurt. The mimic kept going and pumped another couple of orgasms out of Bate. Now his balls were dry and no more would come out no matter how skillfully the mimic squeezed him.
The mimic squeezed his whole body instead. She drew Bate deeper into her and squeezed and squeezed until his bones snapped, his internal organs ruptured and his body scrunched down into a little ball. She drank the fluids that leaked from his mangled form and kept squeezing until no more fluids emerged.
All they found of PVT Stewart Peter Bate was his discarded kit.
PROFILE
Name: Sleeping Beauty Mimic
Type: Mimic (like the RPG creatures that disguise themselves as chests)
Habitat: Ruins. Anywhere we are.
Description: Takes the form of a highly attractive woman lying naked on a big bed. Both the bed and woman are the same organism. It is unknown how they get about or what form they take while out in the wild. Some have been encountered in abandoned ruins, others have somehow managed to infiltrate our camps. They trap and squeeze the fluids out of any men foolish enough to climb on top of them.
Attack Strategy: None as such. They lie in wait for potential prey to climb up on the bed. People do this either to check the naked woman is okay or, in some cases, take advantage of her sexually. The mimic can make parts of her body extremely adhesive. Once prey is stuck in place, the rest of the mimic folds up around them. If the captured victim is male, the mimic milks them and absorbs the resulting ejaculate. They are very adept at this and can bring most males to multiple climaxes in a very short period of time.
If this was all, the mimics would be very popular amongst the ground staff and we’d see a line of horny young men queuing up to take a turn on the mimic’s ‘bed’. Unfortunately, once a captive can produce no more semen, the mimic will keep squeezing their body until they’re crushed in order to drink the fluids that leak out of the mangled remains. This is as gruesomely unpleasant as it sounds.
Countermeasures: The mimic’s outer surface is tough and resistant to bullets and cutting. If attacked it will curl up in a defensive ball. Fire and caustic chemicals are effective.
However, this is all rather unnecessary. The mimic has no additional alluring agents and poses no threat to a forewarned and wary soldier. Just don’t get on the damn bed.
Threat Level: Low.
Seriously, just don’t get on the damn bed. Don’t be a Darwin Award winner.
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I think that some people here might already know what your “bad ends” are known for. But if someone did not know the sheer level of “bad end” you meant by that tag, then they’d be in for a bit of a surprise. I certainly didn’t figure someone would be horribly murdered and eaten by the end.
Might want to add “snuff” or “murder” to your personal dictionary of tags.
Fair point. I don’t like the “snuff” tag, though, as that’s a word with fairly specific connotations – i.e. a film where a real person is killed for real, or a story from the PoV of someone killing someone else to get their rocks off. The former is illegal and the latter isn’t allowed on all but the most liberal of story sites because they don’t want to leave themselves open to criticism/lawsuits if a crazy person gets inspiration and goes on a copycat killing spree. I know in this case it’s shorthand for “dude dies after snu-snu”, but I’m wary of embracing terms that have different, far more negative connotations, elsewhere as it gives assholes opportunities to blur the distinctions and cause trouble.
As a horror writer, I also despise giving out specific trigger warnings. Where’s the fun if you tell the reader exactly what horrible things are going to happen to the characters before they’ve even read the opening line! 😀
What I can do is add an additional “horror” tag to the nastier stories, as that’s essentially what they are – horror stories with a porn bit in the middle. This will let readers know things are going to get icky at some point.
Would look something like this:
“Bad End” – Similar to MGQ Bad Ends. Hero gets slurped up or has all their life drained out during/after sex, but it’s a clean end or the audience is spared the grisly details.
“Horror” – Bad End with the grisly bits left in. For horror movie junkies that love elaborate death scenes (Nightmare on Elm Street or Saw film series). Avoid if squeamish.
Gore, Horror, and Death tags are the most suitable right?
Or are you loath to even go that far?
And it’s not like “Horror” only encompasses cheap torture porn movies, there’s my favourites: psychological horror and body horror.
You can’t just list horror as a tag and assume that people will know your tagging criteria, unless you write down that criteria on your stories, and by that point you’re basically writing a short synopsis of the story’s contents anyways.
Plus horror and bad ends don’t necessitate murder, death or bloody dismemberment. Those are separate elements.
If you tag gore and horror I think that’s a fair enough tagging for this kind of story. Though adding bad end will be more specific again.
Can’t call yourself a gorey horror writer here until you make admin give up on reading one of your stories halfway through.
“Death” might be a useful one, but I’m loathe to use it as it spoils the story.
That’s the major problem with Tags/Trigger Warnings on horror stories – they end up spoiling and wrecking the story for everyone else. I think some kind of generic tag is useful so that people who are here for the more romantic stories don’t accidentally stumble into something that isn’t their cup of tea, but the tag(s) shouldn’t be so specific that it(they) ruin the story for people that like the Bad End stuff. I thought “Horror” would do it, but I’m open to suggestions if someone has a better term.
Mamono mana yo, death doesn’t preclude undeath, I had an MC die in the prologue.
Tags and trigger warnings are kinda different mechanisms. People don’t use trigger warnings to find what they’re interested in.
One hopes.
Regardless, they shouldn’t be conflated.
You should consider that tags will be used by people who want to find the kinds of content that they’re looking for. Though they are useful for staying away from things that you don’t like too.
Horror, gore and death are the best for horrific, gorey stories that have deaths in them. None of those things have to happen to the MC or the main characters, but still exist in the story.
Specifically writing “bad end” spoils more of the tension than anything else could really.
“Tags and trigger warnings are kinda different mechanisms. People don’t use trigger warnings to find what they’re interested in.”
Except in this case someone was complaining I hadn’t included a stronger warning tag to indicate dude being pulped by mimic was a little more brutal than my usual stories of pleasurable-but-lethal sex draining by succubi. 😀
Maybe I should just stick a generic “Caution” tag on the ickier stories and leave it at that. Storiesonline uses the same if I remember correctly.
I don’t think that TB was complaining, rather he suggested you should simply tag your work more accurately/specifically for people who may not be aware of the genre you work in.
Rather than a “stronger” tag, it’s a more specific tag.
Though, on technicality alone I’d agree snuff isn’t, kind of, the most specific choice. Or rather, “death” works better as its less specific.
Then the caution tag would be a content warning, which isn’t absolutely the same as tags in general. Whilst you can tag content warnings, tags don’t exist to be content warnings.
I think you should just tag the general themes/elements. In this case, the three I’ve previously mentioned. I don’t believe they unduly spoil the story.
My initial attitude toward this might stem from the fact that I don’t necessarily equate “bad end” with someone’s death. I was also a bit upset because I was surprised and kind of disgusted with both the character (lol rape is a victimless crime if I use a condom) and the death, upon reading this without knowing about the genres you tend towards. Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy some light horror and gore from time to time. It’s why I read Junji Ito’s manga.
A “gross” tag might be funny. That’s the most general tag I can think of for all manner of terrible things that could involve a more cynical take on MGs except for “horror.” Actually, I read about a mangaka who used “offensive” to describe his work, and said “why would anyone read this, you weirdos?” So, that might be a fun tag to use, too, if you plan to use any of these.
Well a bad end is /a bad end/ TB, what’re ya expecting?
>Upset.
Pish posh.
That the character is an awful human being doesn’t really enter into the tagging discussion unless a tag for “shitty human being MC” starts gaining traction. I guess you could argue for a “Non-Consensual” tag… But even in this case. Like. Can you rape a creature that lies in wait for shitty people to try and rape it?
Well. Actually yes, you can. But that’s a tangent.
Gross and Horror are totally different things though, something can be horrific and not be squicky, and something can be utterly abject without being scary.
I mean, the beating heart of Monstergirl lit is the /monster/ bit after all. It’s a horror genre at base, not a gross out one per se, and if you’re going to be reductive, then I think a general blanket “horror” works best (if that is the direction you’re going).
On the offensive thing, I mean, this is a site for art about fucking monstrous women, the offensive nature thing is kinda taken for granted.
If this was… A straight up rape, and then a murder, and then cannibalism, you’d (probably) be beyond the pale for even this site’s remit, and that kind of tagged warning would(?) be appropriate.
I hate “slippery slope” arguments, but when you have subjective differences in offensiveness, where exactly do you draw the line? I mean, some of my stories are super horrific, but I wouldn’t necessarily think they’re offensive. Unless you really love cats and/or japanese stringed instruments.
Just dump it in Admin’s lap and ask him what kind of tagging/warnings he thinks are necessary if you can’t come to a decision.
I think you should just not worry /too/ much about this one though TB.
Honestly, I expected Military Man to end up insane or end up with PTSD or something from the ordeal. And, although this part isn’t at all the writer’s fault, my three greatest fears are claustrophobia, physical helplessness, and goddamn spiders, which really fueled my initial reaction to the whole “crunched and compressed into a meatball of gore” aspect.
And I’m not “worried” about anything. Like I said, I felt off-put by this because it wasn’t what I was expecting. Its been, like, hours. I’m over it. And I’ve learned that ManyEyedHydra’s stuff most likely isn’t my cup of tea, though I’m sure plenty of people do like it. He doesn’t have to add a new tag or anything if he doesn’t want to. It was just a suggestion, and I honestly didn’t expect this conversation to go so long.
Such is the risk of Eyepop latching onto an argument.