Jackson in HRPG-World 03

"That's the spirit," she said. "I love the ones that really get into the role," she added conspiratorially.

She started with her slime trap again. No problem. He knew what to do. He selected Struggle and stepped back out of the sticky puddle. Now what? He tried attacking and again Suraimo easily sidestepped his heavy swing. Her wet hand rubbed up his crotch.

Jackson took a moment to consider his next action.

That swing had been truly inept. Jackson was a pasty-faced gamer who spent most of his waking hours on a sofa and even he could swing a sword better than that.

Hey wait, what if this was one of those stupid story-building sections? Where the player had to learn the basic moves that would set him on the path to being a hero.

He selected Attack again.

He lunged forward and drove his stupidly large sword right through the center of Suraimo's chest until the blade emerged from the other side.

Yeah baby! That's what we're talking about.

Suraimo looked down at the sword sticking out of her chest. She seemed completely unfazed by the four feet of steel transfixing her body. With good reason, as it happened. As terminal as the strike looked, it had only knocked off maybe a third or quarter of her life bar.

A quarter? For running her through? Stupid RPG mechanics, Jackson thought. At least he'd struck a blow and damaged her.

The sword came free with a sound like thick mud sucking on a foot. Suraimo smiled at him. A message flashed up in Jackson's control panel. He watched the gash in her chest close up. Her green life bar filled back up to full.

"You can regenerate?" Jackson asked, shocked.

"Slimes have been known to possess that ability, yes," Suraimo said.

She regenerated? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This was the first battle? How was he supposed to fucking beat her? It was fucking impossible.

Maybe that was the point. Maybe the fight was supposed to be unwinnable.

He hadn't used the sixth command yet. That was because it had to be Run Away and only lamers picked Run Away.

Unless...

Yes, it was just like that stupid practice swing. He wasn't supposed to win this fight. This was part of the story. This was the part where he'd try to go it alone, get his ass handed to him by the first monster he came across, and then escape back to the village where some badass gramps would teach him The Way of the Exploding Double Dragon or some other bullshit like that.

Yes. That had to be it.

He selected the sixth command.

He knew he'd made a mistake when he saw Suraimo's eyes light up.

"Oh, that's my favorite option," she said.

What the fuck had he done now?

Jackson's arms fell loosely to his sides. He dropped the sword. Suraimo glided down the path towards him, hips swaying slinkily from side to side. He made no move to stop her as she undid and dropped his pants.

"That wasn't the Run Away option, was it?" Jackson asked the obvious.

"Nope." Suraimo shook her head.

She turned around and backed into him. She rubbed the soft curves of her ass against his crotch. She took his hands and pressed them into the soft gelatinous mounds of her breasts. She turned her head and planted a wet kiss on Jackson's cheek.

"Mmm. Choices, choices. I think I'll use some moves that aren't in the script."

She gave him a lewd wink and wriggled against his captive body. She squeezed his hands, forcing him to squeeze her pliable boobs. She rubbed her ass up and down, sliding his erection along the slippery crack between her ass cheeks.

"What was that option?" Jackson asked. And why had it taken away all his options?

Suraimo leaned her head back against his shoulder. Glops of whatever she had instead of hair oozed down his back.

"That's the option for Surrender and let the girl do whatever she wants to you."

"What!" Jackson shrieked. "What kind of dumbass game has two surrender options!"

"A really filthy and—"

She continued to rub the elastic swell of her ass against him. She lifted up higher and higher until his cock fell into the gap between her thighs and beneath her peachy ass.

"—perverted one."

She came down and the head of his cock, then the whole shaft pushed up into her soft gelatinous body.

Oh fuck.

He was inside her.

"Mmm. Oh yes," Suraimo said.

She wriggled in his arms and he felt waves run through her semi-liquid form. They rippled under his hands and around his cock like the caress of gentle hands. He was inside her. The warm slime of her body was pressing all around his erection.

"Is this your ass or pussy?" Jackson asked.

"Which would you like?" Suraimo asked.

She moved her ass against him in little circular motions. Not fully in command of his body, Jackson followed her. His hips added to the movements with little thrusts. More teasing little ripples kissed up and down his sensitive hard-on. Ass or pussy, it didn't matter. Not when it felt this good. The ripples slowed down and the viscous fluids of her body thickened around his penis until it felt like soft hands were gently tugging on him.

His hands sank into the gooey mounds of her breasts. He still felt their soft swell beneath his hands, but now it felt like they were all around his fingers. Her own hands and arms melted over his until he was embedded in her body up to his elbows. Pleasantly squishy sensations crackled across the touch receptors in his fingers. So many sensations. His hands felt the size of cars and he could distinguish each and every square centimeter.

It was the same for his cock. It felt enormous—a column—and he felt every rippling wave of her liquid body flow over and around him as she rose up and down.

Jackson's life bar dropped from full to empty in a very short space of time.

His hips jerked forwards and he fired a huge jet of semen into the rippling center of her body. He watched it bloom in her belly like a mushroom cloud. It took his strength with it. Spent, he sagged backwards. Suraimo lay on top of him and her liquefying body covered him like a warm blanket. His hands were still stuck within the jiggling mass of her breasts. She murmured as the churning center of her body drew the last puffs of his ejaculation out of his cock. The white streams drifted within her transparent blue flesh like ghostly wisps.

"Mmm, that was nice," Suraimo said as she lay on top of him.

Jackson selected the Skip option.

VII

"Hey!" Suraimo cried as he vanished from the path and returned to the featureless, cloudy plane.

The big tits angel wasn't sad anymore, she was pissed. As soon as he appeared on the plane she started yelling and jabbing a finger at him.

Oh oh. Skip.

That didn't help much. She was still pissed off at him. She waved him away with an angry gesture.

"Eager for more?" Suraimo asked as he returned back to the start of the fight. "What would you like me to do to you this time?"

Jackson threw his sword at her.

Suraimo turned her head and watched as it sailed past her into the bushes. "I didn't think it was possible to do that," she said to no one in particular.

She slithered up to Jackson and undid his pants.

"I'm getting the feeling you're not really enjoying this," she said.

A slimy appendage enveloped Jackson's penis and jerked him off to another large ejaculation.

Skip.

Big tits angel was absolutely furious with him. Her face was bright red and looked most un-angelic as she screamed at him. He was thankful of the—

Skip.

—option as she looked on the verge of attacking him. After the skip wasn't much better. She'd turned her back on him in a huff and stood there with her arms folded. Jackson felt that was a good time to slink off back to the battle.

"I think you're stuck," Suraimo said after she'd glued down his feet with her surprise attack, again. "You want to get past this 'fight', but you don't know how."

Jackson glowered at her.

"I can help," Suraimo said. "Do you need clues?"

"Okay," Jackson said. "Is this a battle I can win?"

Suraimo looked taken aback. "Yes, of course you can win," she said with a bemused tone.

Jackson thought a little more. "Was there an item or something I needed to pick up from the village before I came out here?"

"No," Suraimo replied. "You have everything you need with you right now."

Jackson paused. His face scrunched up. How? he thought. He'd tried out every command and nothing had worked.

"It's not that hard," she said, her gelatinous body shaking with mirth. "It's a simple puzzle battle. Aerias should have told you the steps by..."

She put a hand over her mouth and blushed in embarrassment.

"Oh, but Aerias doesn't speak English. Ah."

"It does make things a little more challenging," Jackson said testily.

"Okay, I'll walk you through the steps," she said. "I am the tutorial battle after all."

She closed her eyes and grinned. Pretty face or not, Jackson still wanted to put a fist through it and make it go splat.

"Suraimo Torapo is my binding attack," she explained. "While you're bound your normal attacks can't hit me. You need to select Struggle first to escape."

"And that's all the command does, get the player out of holds?" Jackson stepped back out of her sticky puddle, but not before a sinuous arm had managed to pull his pants down. "Seems a little narrow focus."

"You'll be using it a lot of times in this game," Suraimo said. "Bondage is a popular fetish. People find it sexy to have their movement taken away." She gave him a lewd wink.

"Okay, so what now?" Jackson asked. "None of the options do anything."

"It's a puzzle battle," Suraimo said. "The first actions are all scripted. You have to go through them to advance the story. Try Attack."

Jackson did. He swung his sword at her like a retarded kid with poor motor function and Suraimo easily stepped out of the way.

"This is the part where I taunt your slow swing," Suraimo said.

And give him a grope for good measure, Jackson thought as a tentacle wound up his legs and tickled his balls.

"The story has advanced. Now attack again."

Jackson lunged forwards and drove his sword right through Suraimo's chest. While it felt satisfying, he would have enjoyed it far more had Suraimo not been so completely unconcerned by the four foot of steel passing through her body.

"And this is where I regenerate and you complain about how unfair that is."

She pulled the sword out of her chest and the gash closed up.

"It is unfair," Jackson complained. "How am I supposed to beat a monster that regenerates as fast as I can do it damage?"

Suraimo tapped her nose. "Try selecting Attack again."

Jackson ran her through again.

Suraimo looked down at the long blade puncturing her body with mild disdain.

"No, that's the same attack as before," she said.

She pulled the sword out and handed it back to Jackson. The regeneration message flashed up and her green life bar filled back up.

"You need to... Oh, wait a moment, Suraimo Torapo."

Jackson's feet were gummed up by a puddle of slime again.

Same attack? There were other attacks? Oh wait. Selecting Attack had brought up another menu with two options. He'd raced through too fast last time. He went for Attack again.

"No no no." Suraimo shook her head in exasperation.

Her arms elongated into tentacles. One wormed into his crotch for a sticky grope. The other—and Jackson had no idea how she did this—came out of the screen of his game interface and tapped the player portrait on the bottom left. A dripping finger traced over what appeared to be sticky ropes superimposed over his face.

"You're bound. Attacks don't work. You need to select Struggle first."

Her finger moved over and selected the Struggle option. Jackson's legs moved of their own accord and he stepped backwards out of her gooey clutches.

"So now I select the second attack option?" Jackson asked.

"In a mo," Suraimo said. "My turn first. Oh." She paused. "Oh dear. This is a rather inconvenient time for that move to show up. Oh well, it was bound to happen at some point."

Suddenly she reared up—arms outstretched and trailing curtains of blue slime—and broke over Jackson like a tsunami made of jelly. He was knocked backwards, but didn't hit the floor as the protean substance of Suraimo's body had already flowed around and beneath him. He landed on a cushion of soft, sticky jello and rocked up and down. Suraimo's upper body fell upon him like a wave and wrapped him up in her elastic protoplasm.

Fuck, that must be some kind of special attack. She'd engulfed him completely apart from his face. How much had that knocked off his health?

Not much, fortunately. His bar was down to less than halfway, but he still had about forty percent of his health left.

Suraimo lay to his side—the upper human-looking part of her anyway, the rest lay on both sides of Jackson as well as above and below him—and whispered words into his ear. What felt like many dextrous hands undid his clothes and ejected them from her quivering mass.

"I'd feel more guilty about this, but it is my best move. Most players love it." Her soft lips brushed his ear. "Some request it over and over."

Jackson ignored her and tried to thrash free. It was a poor excuse for thrashing. The substance of Suraimo's body was thicker and gooier than water. His current efforts looked like the slow-motion film of a man drowning in a giant water droplet.

Okay, so this probably counted as bound. Jackson looked for the Struggle command on his mental control panel. It wasn't there; none of the commands were. That didn't make sense. He still had some health left, so it couldn't be Game Over.

Suraimo's amorphous body moved around him, gently squeezing and massaging his legs and arms. A message flashed up and another chunk fell off Jackson's life bar.

Her attack. Now it was his turn.

Except it wasn't. No command options came up.

Suraimo embraced him with her whole body. Internal currents toyed with his balls and lengthening erection. More of his green bar fell away. It was down to the last quarter now.

"Why can't I do anything?" he asked.

Suraimo shifted position until her upper body was lying on top of him with her bulging breasts resting on his chest.

"This is Suraimo Paradiso. It's my auto-win attack. All of your moves are cut off. You can't do anything so lie back and relax while I drain all your resistance away."

Her swollen breasts melted into the blue slime enveloping his whole body. Jackson's struggles grew weaker. It felt like there were a hundred hands working his body. She rubbed, kneaded and massaged his aching muscles until they glowed with blissful relaxation. Jackson stopped struggling and let his body float within her semi-liquid form. She undulated around him in gentle waves.

"You regenerate and have an auto-win attack?" Jackson protested.

"I suppose that might seem a little excessive for the first battle," Suraimo said. She rubbed her body on top of him and sent gentle currents tickling against his exposed flesh.

"You think!"

"It's all quite fair. I can only use it when your resistance drops to half or less, and even then it's pure chance whether that attack is selected."

"Cheap," Jackson muttered.

Suraimo laughed. "If you weren't so terrible you'd have dispatched me way before your resistance dropped below halfway."

"I would...if the commands were in English!"

"Oh shut up and come."

Her body thickened around his cock and sucked on it with a series of gentle tugs. Jackson's resistance broke and he did as he was ordered. His body flexed, he grunted and released a thick white stream from his cock. The ejaculation was longer and slower—more relaxed—than the others, but he still felt like he'd emptied the entire contents of his balls into her. It formed a thick white cloud before dissolving away within her blue slime.

Another loss, he thought.

He brought up the control panel in his mind and went to select Skip.

Suraimo's slime poured in and formed a thick plaque over the section with the Skip command.

Wha? How?

Jackson's finger, or rather his mental equivalent, couldn't get through to select it.

"That's enough skipping," Suraimo said. "This time you're getting your Bad End."

VIII

Oh crap.

Jackson panicked and started thrashing again. Not that it did any good. Her gooey body stretched with his limbs without releasing him.

"All this struggling isn't very romantic, you know," Suraimo said.

Jackson ignored her and kept straining against her elastic slime.

"Okay, that's it. Time to secrete a little muscle relaxant to calm you down."

Jackson felt moistness against his skin, and then a tingling sensation that trickled into his tissues. His struggles grew slower and weaker. His limbs grew heavier and heavier until he could barely move them, like his blood had turned to concrete.

"Better," Suraimo said. "Now let's fluff this up to make things a little more comfortable."

She pulled her gelatinous body together into a more compact form. Jackson was lifted up higher. More of her substance settled beneath him. Thick swirls puffed up and formed a soft pillow for his head. It felt like he was lying on a big bouncy bed of jello. It felt comfortable now, but he knew it wouldn't be long before he felt the stinging agony as her acids started to dissolve him.

Suraimo sat up, straddling him on top of a bed formed out of her own body.

"Look at the defeated adventurer," she taunted. "That makes me feel so wet. I think it's time to really let the juices flow."

Jackson felt her wetness all around him. Warm fluids oozed out of her protoplasm and bathed his engulfed body.

He gritted his teeth. "Make it quick," he pleaded.

He'd seen The Blob. He really really hoped being melted down to his bones wasn't as painful as it looked.

Suraimo folded her molten body over his and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

"Don't be silly," she whispered in his ear. "You're completely at my mercy. I'm going to take this really slow and drag it out for as long as possible."

The motions of her body squished her warm juices into his exposed flesh. His skin started to tingle. Was that the acid starting to eat its way through?

His face cracked. He trembled. Water welled up in his eyes.

He couldn't take this. It didn't matter that it wouldn't be final, that he'd most likely wake up back at the checkpoint fully intact. He'd still have the memory of it. And the experience of lying here and feeling his body slowly dissolve away wasn't something he could cope with.

Suraimo noticed his tear-stained face and sat up in surprise.

"What's the matter with you?" she asked. "Don't tell me you're one of those purity-obsessed religious types. I've heard they have some very strange attitudes to sex in the West. There's no need to be worried. I don't think this counts as losing your virginity, and even if it did, you're going to go back to the checkpoint afterwards, so technically none of this will have happened."

Suraimo thought about what she'd just said and laughed at the absurdity of it.

"Besides. Game! None of this is real."

"Don't eat me," Jackson sobbed. "I don't want to be melted."

Suraimo reared back, a stunned expression on her face.

"Eat you! Euwww, gross! You didn't think...?"

Suraimo looked at Jackson, saw he did think that. She slapped him on the face.

"Quit it with the racism, mister! Everyone knows it's blob girls that eat people, not slime girls. And it's not that horrible either. Blob girls secrete a hormone that tricks the body into thinking pain signals are pleasure signals. Their victims are in complete ecstasy as they're absorbed. You'll find that out later." She gave him a knowing wink.