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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