I had to draw “Anal vore where the tapeworm pony is showing her host who’s in charge”, but it was worth it: I stood to gain “A gay goo pony using his shapeshifting powers to give Big Macintosh a hand job” had I won :P
@Badumsquish
Mentioning you because the fic I’m using as an example is a Kalianne fic I started about a year ago and will never finish… for various reasons.
@Badumsquish
it´s okay.. i comissed my tapeworm pony at Parallel Black, the only problem i have due to haveing to pay xtra from a plush i comissed that now needs a detail fixed and my parent sdraining msot my money away i am fucked and idk where to take the money from to pay up anything. can´t even afford gasoline
@Eeveeinheat
Just keep a mental list of stuff to write, and start it up when you get back into it :P
@phat_guy
I wish I was in that universe. I’d be all over that pic :P
@chucklefarts
She’s perfectly content to be discrete and just enjoy her host’s body, but when they try and get rid of her she has to take “measures” to put a stop to it :P
Basically, an alien has come to take over the world with it’s vastly superior biology. Whether it is a mutualistic symbiote or a parasite will depend on a number of things…
SciTwi’s New Friend (Twilight Sparkle in EqG ends up with an alp-luachra) Sexy Brain Parasite Story (more than just the geodes ended up in EqG) A Twisting Tale (what would happen if a quickly-evolving plunder vine took up residence in Our Town before Starlight got there? And what if it also took up residence in the residents?)
@Bionomaly
Biologically speaking, it is a symbiont already.
An organism in a symbiotic relationship. In cases in which a distinction is made between two interacting organisms, the symbiont is the smaller of the two and is always a beneficiary in the relationship, while the larger organism is the host and may or may not derive a benefit. See also host, parasite.
Caramel shifted his haunches again. “I have the stuff now! Just give me a minute to get a glass of water and your fate is sealed!” The discomfort in his bowels was almost unbearable, although not painful.
Deep inside the stallion’s body, a tiny voice could be (strangely) heard clearly. “No you won’t.” Calista shifted her multisegmented body again, and felt the squeezing clench of Caramel’s muscles around her. “If you touch those drugs I won’t let you have your present.”
Stopping, his hoof inches from the little blister-strip on his kitchen bench, Caramel’s curiosity started to eat at him. “What could you possibly give me?”
“Are you negotiating?” Adjusting herself again, and causing her host to unclench and squeeze down, Calista giggled. She was at her prize.
“N-N-No!” Caramel’s hoof moved closer, and was just an inch from the worming tablets.
“Well, I will give you a hint.” Calista squirmed her tail, pressing just the tip between the tight ring of Caramel’s anus. “It rhymes with ‘ostate assage.’ “
The guessing game caught full hold of Caramel’s curiosity, and his hoof hesitated. “ ‘ostate assage’?”
“Since you asked nicely.” Sinking her tiny forehooves against the organ Calista was pressed against, she began to rub and nuzzle at Caramel’s prostate. His body was suddenly shifting around her, but she had braced well enough that he wouldn’t dislodge her.
Caramel’s eyes crossed, and his brain switched off. Faster than it ever had before, his hefty shaft dropped free from its sheath and began to harden. Each stroke against his prostate felt amazing, better than any sex he had ever had.
Without a mare in sight, Caramel started to buck into the air. His hips pistoned, and despite his shaft receiving no attention at all, he soon blasted his seed across the floor.
Calista didn’t let up. Continuing her massage, she felt her host fold down and sprawl in the mess he had made on the floor. She began to lick his most sensitive organ, and when she pushed him to a second orgasm, she accidentally jetted out a little fountain of eggs under his tail.
Slowly, Caramel regained control of his senses. He just blinked at the sideways view of the world, and ignored the mess he was laying in. “W-W-What was that?”
“Aww. You don’t want to play the game? Okay. That was a prostate massage, and if you are a good colt, I will give you another.” Calista squirmed her tail a little. “Are you a good colt?”
It was degrading, and Caramel could practically feel an ethereal bridle pulling around his head, but the sensations the tiny parasite had driven him to were just too good—too amazing. “Y-Yes…”
“Now now. My name is Mistress Calista, but you may call me by my first name: Mistress.” Calista only had to rub the stallion’s prostate just once and she felt him clench anew. “Now, tell me you are a good colt, and will do what I say.”
“I—I’m a good colt, M-M-Mistress. I’ll do what you say…” Things had shifted, the reins of control had been yanked from Caramel’s grip by the tiny parasite. “Please?”
“You are a good colt.” Calista started to massage again, and mentally put together a shopping list of her favorite foods.
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damn :T well atleast Parallel draws mine .3. hehe i liek weird pony species XD
I dunno. She’s hard to draw because this sort of stuff doesn’t appeal to me :P
can we expect more stuff with Callista?
Yes :P
||Former XD. I just love this joke ||
@Eeveeinheat
Well, I hope you do end up finishing them someday :D
Your little post there gave me the idea to make a thread in the forums for unfinished clopfics.
https://derpibooru.org/writing/unfinished-clopfics-nsfw/post/3372624#post_3372624
@Badumsquish
Mentioning you because the fic I’m using as an example is a Kalianne fic I started about a year ago and will never finish… for various reasons.
it´s okay.. i comissed my tapeworm pony at Parallel Black, the only problem i have due to haveing to pay xtra from a plush i comissed that now needs a detail fixed and my parent sdraining msot my money away i am fucked and idk where to take the money from to pay up anything. can´t even afford gasoline
Obviously the former. It was kinda hot
Was that a good “D-dude…” or a please-stop “D-dude…”?
I mean, I have over thirty stories in progress, never published. I just don’t feel like writing anymore.
Sorry <:(
@Eeveeinheat
Just keep a mental list of stuff to write, and start it up when you get back into it :P
@phat_guy
I wish I was in that universe. I’d be all over that pic :P
@chucklefarts
She’s perfectly content to be discrete and just enjoy her host’s body, but when they try and get rid of her she has to take “measures” to put a stop to it :P
@Damaged
D-dude…
@Bionomaly
Her kind are worse parasites than alp-luachras as they are indifferent about their hosts and potentially can cause harm :P
That reference XD
Heh, I have one also. But it’s a long one and may or not be of good quality depending on your interests.
Blossomthing
Basically, an alien has come to take over the world with it’s vastly superior biology. Whether it is a mutualistic symbiote or a parasite will depend on a number of things…
I have a few stories…
SciTwi’s New Friend (Twilight Sparkle in EqG ends up with an alp-luachra)
Sexy Brain Parasite Story (more than just the geodes ended up in EqG)
A Twisting Tale (what would happen if a quickly-evolving plunder vine took up residence in Our Town before Starlight got there? And what if it also took up residence in the residents?)
That’s most of mine. :)
Very nice.
>TFW you will never have a friendly, (hopefully) mutualistic symbiote.
Biologically speaking, it is a symbiont already.
I wonder if providing orgasms make eligible to qualify as a symbiote?
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Caramel shifted his haunches again. “I have the stuff now! Just give me a minute to get a glass of water and your fate is sealed!” The discomfort in his bowels was almost unbearable, although not painful.
Deep inside the stallion’s body, a tiny voice could be (strangely) heard clearly. “No you won’t.” Calista shifted her multisegmented body again, and felt the squeezing clench of Caramel’s muscles around her. “If you touch those drugs I won’t let you have your present.”
Stopping, his hoof inches from the little blister-strip on his kitchen bench, Caramel’s curiosity started to eat at him. “What could you possibly give me?”
“Are you negotiating?” Adjusting herself again, and causing her host to unclench and squeeze down, Calista giggled. She was at her prize.
“N-N-No!” Caramel’s hoof moved closer, and was just an inch from the worming tablets.
“Well, I will give you a hint.” Calista squirmed her tail, pressing just the tip between the tight ring of Caramel’s anus. “It rhymes with ‘ostate assage.’ “
The guessing game caught full hold of Caramel’s curiosity, and his hoof hesitated. “ ‘ostate assage’?”
“Since you asked nicely.” Sinking her tiny forehooves against the organ Calista was pressed against, she began to rub and nuzzle at Caramel’s prostate. His body was suddenly shifting around her, but she had braced well enough that he wouldn’t dislodge her.
Caramel’s eyes crossed, and his brain switched off. Faster than it ever had before, his hefty shaft dropped free from its sheath and began to harden. Each stroke against his prostate felt amazing, better than any sex he had ever had.
Without a mare in sight, Caramel started to buck into the air. His hips pistoned, and despite his shaft receiving no attention at all, he soon blasted his seed across the floor.
Calista didn’t let up. Continuing her massage, she felt her host fold down and sprawl in the mess he had made on the floor. She began to lick his most sensitive organ, and when she pushed him to a second orgasm, she accidentally jetted out a little fountain of eggs under his tail.
Slowly, Caramel regained control of his senses. He just blinked at the sideways view of the world, and ignored the mess he was laying in. “W-W-What was that?”
“Aww. You don’t want to play the game? Okay. That was a prostate massage, and if you are a good colt, I will give you another.” Calista squirmed her tail a little. “Are you a good colt?”
It was degrading, and Caramel could practically feel an ethereal bridle pulling around his head, but the sensations the tiny parasite had driven him to were just too good—too amazing. “Y-Yes…”
“Now now. My name is Mistress Calista, but you may call me by my first name: Mistress.” Calista only had to rub the stallion’s prostate just once and she felt him clench anew. “Now, tell me you are a good colt, and will do what I say.”
“I—I’m a good colt, M-M-Mistress. I’ll do what you say…” Things had shifted, the reins of control had been yanked from Caramel’s grip by the tiny parasite. “Please?”
“You are a good colt.” Calista started to massage again, and mentally put together a shopping list of her favorite foods.
END SLUTTY TRANSMISSION
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Nah, tapeworms thrive in that environment.
But I don’t care for tapeworms.
I’m so conflicted.