The Symbiote
Eddie glanced at the mirror, bloodshot eyes staring back at him with dubious intent. The alien voice echoed in his mind, clouding all thoughts.
“Who are you?” Eddie asked.
“We… are… sissy…” the symbiote replied before exploding in a mass of pink tendrils. Eddie blushed, fingers playing with his dicklet.
Across the room, Gwen laughed.
So… there’s the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the DC Extended Universe and now there’s the Sony Marvel Universe as well. Venom came out recently and though I’ve yet to see it, I decided to play along with it, reimagining symbiotes in a funny way.
Yeah, I play with well-known characters Eddie Brock and Gwen Stacy but this take is surely not to be approved by anyone at Marvel. I almost called the piece The Sissyote but that would probably be overkill.
Shit
“Shit!” Aaron exclaimed.
“What’s wrong?” Bob asked.
“My wife told me to clean the bathroom and I forgot!”
“So? Why are you so pussy-whipped?”
“Hypnosis.”
“Huh?”
“I’m conditioned to obey and when I don’t…”
“… she punishes you?”
“Yeah. Last week I didn’t take out the trash and she made me eat from it.”
“Shit!”
“Exactly.”
Just feeling a bit dirty today, I guess. Anything else would have been TMI, sorry.
Enjoy the Meal
“Breakfast in bed?” Alan said, surprised. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Can’t a girl spoil her man?” Eileen asked.
“Sure but… what do you want in return?”
“I just want you to enjoy the meal, sweetie.”
“It’s drugged, isn’t it?”
She said nothing.
He took a bite.
She grinned.
The world went dark.
A breakfast in bed is quite the romantic thing, isn’t it? I’ve always loved the idea but it’s usually a man serving his lady. While that’s the way things should be, I wanted to play with the notion a bit and subvert expectations. A man can be conquered via his stomach, true, but mind-control drugs help, too. I hope you had fun.
The List
“Get real, Jo! There’s no way you turned Jake into your servant.”
“All men can be brainwashed. You’re next on my list.”
“Wait… you have a list?”
“Oh yes… The rest of your family is in it, too.”
“Hmmm… that’s kind of…”
“Hot?”
“Yeah,” he mumbled.
And just like that, she knew she had him.
A friend of mine is obsessed with lists. She makes them for everything. Some are just for fun, others not so much. It’s her way of organizing herself and the chaotic world we live in, I guess. This piece was inspired by her because if she had any mind-control fantasies (I don’t think she does), she would probably have a list of people she wanted to mindfuck as well. Enjoy your weekend.