Mel & Rachel Read Marcie & Gina Read "My Roommate Is Possessed By A Brain Slug" by Zeebop

Scene: A sparsely-furnished apartment in the bustling city of Seacouver.

Another time, another place.

On the couch, a normal couple. A tall woman with blonde hair and a sprinkle of freckles, in black leggings and a colorless hemp shirt. Beside her, a young man of middle height, short brown hair and muddy eyes, in black jeans and a red shirt.

Mel smiled. Other people made it look so natural. He gave a little wave at the audience.

"Um. Hi! I'm Mel Arkwright, and this is Rachel Carmichael, my roommate's sister. And also my girlfriend. One of my girlfriends. Thank you for reading 'My Roommate Is Possessed By A Brain Slug,'" he said. "We would have had Jordan on here, but she doesn't really talk, and it might have been a little awkward doing this in sign language or texts."

"Or magnetic letters on the refrigerator," Rachel said, her Ottawa Valley brogue showing. "You'd like that, wouldn't you girls?"

"Anyway, we thought we'd respond a bit to the comments, since you were nice enough to review our story," Mel said. "Starting with..."

“As it happens, with an amazing likes per chapter ratio of 31, this is actually Zeebop’s most popular story.”

"I'm honestly as surprised as you are," Mel rubbed the back of his neck. "I think Zeebop just wanted to try something different, you know? Slow burn, long linear story, character-driven, science fiction worldbuilding. It really started to resonate with people. Go figure, huh? Even has an outline going. Zeebop was even updating the forum thread with behind-the-scenes worldbuilding, but nobody was reading it."

“Gina please. This guy is a loser. Unlike me.”

"He's not a loser!" Rachel said. "Okay, the whole orphan schtick working a low-end service job makes him a little loser-coded, but it also establishes limits and character-building moments! He doesn't start out with a harem of sluts, he has to work up to it!"

"Thanks, ****," Mel said, blushing slightly. "I think. Yeah, I'm not exactly the most proactive protagonist, but I try to be a decent guy and not, like, whip my dick out at the first opportunity. Although it has been getting a lot of airtime in recent chapters. You didn't read that far."

“Oh, come on! This bitch is a vegetable at best, Marcie. The guy might as well go fuck a carrot.”

"Funny story: an early draft version of this story was going to be a lot darker, where Jordan was basically open to whatever he wanted to do to her from the start, and the story would show Me slowly pushing his boundaries of what he was willing to do to her, even as the apartment slowly becomes a brain slug hive," Rachel said. "I was actually supposed to catch him in the act of humping her, and when I threaten to go to the police, a brain slug drops from the ceiling, and I became his submissive slug fuckpet, too. But Zeebop decided that was maybe a little too sci fi horror and wasn't keen on the nonconsensual bits being quite so explicit."

“So...you want me to call the cops?”
“Not yet.”

Mel blushed harder. His face went crimson, all the way up to his ears. "It's really not like that! It's just...haven't you ever been young and had to fap to the porn that was available?"

“Apparently, a genuine mistake on Zeebops part. His writing, while very good, does have the odd typo in it, every now and then.”

"Proofreading is still their kryptonite," Rachel said with a sigh. "Fixed now."

“It also has the odd dick in it every now and then.”

"There was a serious thought at the beginning of having the protagonist be a girl, and this would be primarily a lesbian brain slug story," Mel said. "And maybe if this story finishes and there's interest, that might be something for My Roommate Is Possessed By A Brain Slug 2: Sluggish Eroticism. But not sure there's an audience for that."

“I am pretty sure it is Invasion of the Body snatchers, Gina.”

"Lot of inspirations to this story, most notably the brain slugs in Futurama," Rachel noted. "But permanent bonding made it more real and visceral, and giving the slugs limitations like being unable to talk makes them more grounded and relatable, and communication becomes more of a challenge. The audience has responded surprisingly positively to all that."

“Indeed. And because of that we learn a bit about Jordan’s backstory. It is basically what you expect it to be. Brainslugs are essentially a metaphor to suicide.”

"It gets a little more complicated," Mel said. "Further on, you actually get more information from both Jordan and Soong's perspectives. Antonio's attack has repercussions for many chapters to come. I got to meet other extraterrestrials. And I finally lost my virginity! I get to have sex!"

"I get to watch," Rachel said smugly, one hand diving between her legs.

As if on cue, a naked woman steps out of the bathroom. Her hair is the exact same shade of blonde as her sister's, their blue eyes the same color. Yet a small, dark head peeks from around her neck, its sensory tentacles extended. She steps around the couch, her hairless body on display, face placid and unmoving. Without asking permission, she unbuckles Mel's jeans and pulls them off.

Light glints off the steel cage between his legs. Jordan knees, her tongue extended to lap at the little drooling slit for the white pearls as the meat strains against its prison.

"...like I said," Mel gave a tight smile. "There's a lot you haven't gotten to yet. I know the story isn't exactly to your tastes—they so rarely are—which is why I want to tell you how much I appreciate you suffering through as much as you did."

“Compared to 100 candles, this is nothing.”

"True. But then, we are aiming a little higher than fear and disgust this time. Zeebop's happy with the engagement," **** said as she raised her hips up off the couch and pulled her leggings off.

Another naked woman, Asian, appeared and circled the couch towards her. Jenny "Spicy Slug" Soong knelt between her legs, dark eyes luminous. Her hand found Jordan's, and the two brain slugs began to pulse in synchronicity, the transparent emerald bodies moving as one.

There were, after all, some benefits to having your roommate possessed by a brain slug. They were willing to share.