Blarging

Finishing out the month, you will notice there was no releases on the weekend, that is because I was writing the new Trixie x Dash story, and want to get a lot more together so it can be released in a big chunk.

Just to stress, if you like short, weird flash-fic, you would do well to jump on my Discord server; nearly every day someone gets into some crazy idea and just starts writing. Sometimes the fic ends up with multiple writers, sometimes it is just one. Example (and the reason I tagged this Celebration of Clop):

Vinyl squirmed, still wrapped in the rubber, but unlike before it was no longer alive. She shifted, and the big rubber shapes in her tail-hole and sex shifted too; bulges causing them to rub together within her body. She stretched her mouth open to beg the creature again, the creature that sat before her, what had been her master for weeks now.

She focused on the ring of green eyes, and begged with every fiber of her being. Her master moved toward her, pushing into her mouth. Vinyl sucked, she bathed her master in her saliva, she pleasured the parasite like it was a stallion and she a brood mare. When it pushed to the back of her mouth, Vinyl's well-trained throat muscles didn't gag at all. Her breathing was choked off as the thick, goopy-shape pushed down her throat.

Vinyl didn't dare swallow, she knew her master would tickle her throat if she had to do that. Deeper it moved, until it found her voice box. Pressure built there, as her master burrowed into her vocal cords, squirmed into the warm place, and slowly wove itself a sling of rubber to keep from coming free.

Almost a week passed, the magic rubber keeping Vinyl alive and fed, but finally she realized her master wasn't moving. It took her yet another week to get free of the suit that had been built around her, but when she did she realized that not a single, solitary sound could pass from her throat.

~~~~~+++++~~~~~

Years had passed. Vinyl was a successful—if still mute—musician. She had a marefriend who she hoped to marry soon. Then she felt the first tingle in her neck. Vinyl's eyes widened and she froze, all her thoughts fled.

Master is awake.

She opened her mouth to let the parasite out, but when she did all the leaked free was thick, black rubber. Vinyl knew what was coming. She lit her horn to remove her glasses and her earphones. She took a steady stance and waited as the liquid midnight flowed over her body. It stole her sight. Her magic. And when it took her entire body it was like she was home again.

Master.

The old feeling of swelling in her back-end came on with a rush. Vinyl felt her air-way adjusted with rubber, feeding pure air straight from her nostrils to her lungs. Master always makes me perfect.

"Vinyl-love, I'm home!" Octavia walked into the house she shared with her fiance. Closing the door, she froze when she saw the black-rubber unicorn in the living room. "What is this? Some kind of fetish thing?" She walked over, inspecting the pony that looked familiar.

Her mind raced, Vinyl felt desire; she needed to share her love for her master with Octavia, and now she could. Moving quickly, Vinyl stepped forward and kissed Octavia. Her master squirmed, understanding its pet's motives immediately. Pushing past Octavia's lips, the rubber parasite pushed into the other mare's mouth.

I love you, 'Tavi.

~~~~~+++++~~~~~

Octavia's heart raced. She looked at the black rubber flowing up her muzzle and started to try to yank back, to break free from the kiss. Before she could hope to put enough pressure on the latex to snap it, her eyes landed on Vinyl's. Her lover looked out of the rubber prison she was already in, and Octavia saw calmness, she saw a smile crinkle the edges of her eyes.

She accepts this.

Goop poured down her throat, and more strangely, her windpipe. She stared at Vinyl's eyes, clinging to the vision of them like a drowning victim would to a life preserver. The rubber flowed back over her head—sealing in her mane—and then further back. Tighter and tighter her world became, the rubber claiming domination over her.

When the first shape started to work into her tail-hole, she feared pain, but only got smooth, wet stuffing. She tried to moan, but her lungs had been routed directly to her nose, not a peep would come from her.

Then her vulva was poked, prodded, invaded. Finally closing her eyes, Octavia breathed heavily, panting her breath in and out through her nose. Her body swelled around the intruders, packed to the very edge of what would be painful.

You will get used to me.

Her head tried to jerk, her mind rebelling at the strange thought that definitely wasn't hers. Her eyes opened and looked at Vinyl, taking a measure of her calm.

Good, focus on me. You are mine now, as is your mate.

A new intrusion started, and Octavia found herself squirming all over again. Her urethra was invaded, a tiny tendril making sure that none of her body would remain hidden from her master's touch. She blinked a little.

Master?

Octavia heard a chuckle in her head.

Yes?

~~~~~+++++~~~~~

Vinyl felt her lips finally fall from Octavia's. She looked at her wife-to-be, and smiled. She wanted to squirm, she wanted to drop down and kick her legs at the intrusions, bucked and shake until she was free, but she held still. Her master would want that.

She watched as Octavia's eyes closed, watched as her wife slowly smiled wider and wider, she watched when her darling mate made the face that proved her... their... master was playing with her. Envy fell away, she was too happy for that emotion.

A latent thought, a tripped instinct in her head caused Vinyl to turn around, to offer her back-end to her master. She felt as Octavia's lips pressed under her tail, kissing against her black-covered folds. A thick shape pushed into her, parting her lips and worked deep by the rubber dong, as if it were an ovipositor.

Again and again the feeling came, and after the third Vinyl found herself climaxing with each stretching shape that went inside. She lost count at six, and collapsed to the floor at nine. Laying on her side, staring blindly, she felt her master touch her thoughts.

My pet, my slave. My broodmare.

A shiver of bliss ran through Vinyl's being, a sureness of purpose that was impossible for a free mind to know. She had done exactly what her master wanted, and just the very idea of it sent Vinyl Scratch into another release.

Why am I not posting that in the actual story? It was actually spawned by an idea Door Belle was talking about, that she was thinking about using for an actual story.

Some music for your week? Rock and roll from a man who knows what anger is. Rollins Band - Shine

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Comments

[Nectarine]

That was a fantastic little story there.