Chapter Text
Part 1
I stared at the door fretfully. My girlfriend would be arriving for our date soon. It was about noon, and I had been sitting in my chair waiting for her for a few hours–not that I would admit that to her once she arrived. She wasn’t late, of course. An affini almost never was. I just couldn’t think of anything else to do but sit around until she got here.
The stuffed plush she had given me, a fluffy animal called a sheep which I had nicknamed Sparky, sat by my side, keeping me company as best as a plush toy could. It wasn’t much, and lately even the unusual level of comfort Sparky had always given wasn’t nearly enough. I was in love, after all. Not much to do but stare down the hall and yearn about it.
I finally heard the chime of the door, announcing someone was waiting outside. It was presumably my favorite affini in the entire universe. I practically jumped up from my chair, put Sparky down in the seat, and skipped over to let her in happily.
The door slid open, and I flapped my hands in excitement as I saw her. “Poppy! I missed you so much!”
I had been dating Poppy Versonia for just over a year and a half now. Usually there was a rebloom count in an affini’s name as well, but she had apparently discarded the notion of tracking the number a long time ago. I liked it, one less difference to draw attention to at every introduction.
I leaped forward to love-tackle my girlfriend, and she stumbled back a bit as she caught my flying hug. Unlike most affini, she was well within the range of a Terran height and mass, just about exactly two meters tall, so I could actually knock her over if I wasn't careful. Unlike most of her kind, she didn’t even have to duck as she followed me back into my apartment. Though it had been a long time since any affini other than her had been here.
“Oh, my love, wonderful to see you again, Amelia.” I liked hearing her say my name. She had helped me choose it, after all.
Her voice was soft and bubbly as always, a skilled recreation of human speech. She wasn’t that far off from a human appearance either, above the waist anyway. Her face was a deep green and had a soft texture like woven fabric, with two large yellow eyes and a small pointy mouth. She had two long feathery antennae that came out the sides of her head like gravity-defying pigtails. Her shoulders were only a few inches above mine, but her neck was long and thin, her head perched above it with flowing, wavy ‘hair’ formed from waxy grasses hanging down. Her chest was covered in fluffy but sparse leaves, with occasional glimpses of the cluster of glowing matter that was her true being within her chest, her core.
Below that, of course, illusions of humanity faded. She formed hands as needed, but let her vines sit freely otherwise. Where a terran might have legs, her body simply continued down, tapering to a thinner point that then spread outward from there. She had a tail with a round flower bulb at the tip. I had seen it shift slightly at times, but never seen the bulb actually open.
Said tail showed how happy she was to see me as it swished back and forth. “Now, my love, do you have all your things?”
“Ah, I have my bag back inside.”
I turned to retrieve it, but before I could run to the other room, a vine grabbed my wrist, and gently tugged me back towards her. I obediently stopped, and stood up straight for her to admire my outfit.
Poppy inspected me carefully, her two antennae tasting the air around me. “Hmm,” she hummed to herself. It was one of our little rituals, her choosing my perfume to match my attire.
Between her multispectrum vision and far greater chemical receptivity, she could see and taste a lot more of any ensemble I wore than I could, so it was natural she had the amount of input she did. Imagine if I went out wearing a pair that clashed hideously in the ultraviolet and smells I couldn't detect!
Poppy seemed to make her selection. She extended a finger, which unfurled into separate petals with a long yellow stem inside. She gently rubbed a line of near invisible dust along my neck. First the left side, then the right. She grasped me by the chin, and tilted my head so she could put a dot of it behind each of my ears. Finally, she carefully lifted my wrists and spread the same scented particulate onto those as well.
Satisfied, she allowed me to move under my own will again. I brought my hand up to my nose, and smelled the scent she had chosen for me today. Citrus, with a hint of something floral. Of course, it also carried her own distinct smell, the one I so often fell asleep breathing in, nested against her core. The one I couldn't place, but knew meant love.
It calmed me to have Poppy’s scent on my body again. I didn't see her every day, but I might soon like to. The thought of moving in with her had been on my mind recently. What would that be like? Falling asleep to the hum of her body, waking up next to her every morning?
She stepped back, and mirrored my own smile as she took in the full extent of my outfit for the day, now completed by her perfume. It was a dress cut I had customized from the menu florets usually used, because that was where the most fashion options were. I might be an independent, but that didn’t mean I was stuck wearing boring clothes. The long sections of orange and white stripes had a two tone texture that resembled the pattern found on Poppy’s body. It made me happy to bear something reminiscent of her, but I had also chosen opposing colors that complimented hers, rather than matching them. An important reminder that I was not, in fact, her pet.
My body tingled slightly as her vines slid over me, both over and under my outfit. “Stunning, absolutely stunning. Your necklace looks marvelous with your dress as always, my love. Wonderful design you chose today.”
I smiled. She had given me the jeweled neckband I always wore as an anniversary gift. I could make it change designs and colors wirelessly from my tablet; the metal band could squash and stretch like magic, and the three gemstones were able to be changed in color, shape and size just as easily. Not even the thinnest of its arrangements had a manual unclasping mechanism, but why would it need to? It never itched or bothered my skin. There was a button right within the application on my tablet I could push to summon her to remove it in an emergency of some kind, but I had never seen any reason to press it.
It wasn't the only adornment that she had placed on my body on a permanent basis on that day, of course. But the other one was not something I put on display where it could be seen. I could always feel it, of course. Not exactly easy to ignore, even if it mostly just sat dormantly under my underwear, locked tight around a certain part of my body.
I had always seen a certain allure to the fantasy of being locked up like that, but Poppy had made me comfortable with it being a reality via occasional inclusion during our intimate times together during the first year we were dating. She hadn’t even needed to ask if I was okay with the permanent variety. I was very into the idea, and her assertiveness in the matter made me leak whenever I thought about it.
I blinked a few times to clear my head of those thoughts before they consumed me. I went to my bedroom and grabbed the sling backpack I always brought when I stayed the night with her, then flicked off the light and turned to leave. She had followed me, of course. I was momentarily stunned by her silhouette carved out of the view of the hallway.
The golden yellow light behind her framed her like a halo, warm and radiant. The light glowed through the thin leaf cover of her back like a warm blanket, making her look illuminated from within. Her eyes, of course, glowed from within on their own. She was breathtaking. I couldn't just let such a moment pass without remark. “You're so pretty, you know that, Poppy?”
She giggled, and moved closer, stepping into my bedroom. I was frozen where I stood by sheer force of the sight of her, but when she reached me, she pulled me against her chest. The animal part of my brain that still registered any semblance of fear at the sight of my girlfriend was silenced instantly. The soothing hum I had learned was the song of her very soul resonated against my breast. “Yes, you tell me often. You are an enticing terran yourself, Amelia.”
A hand wrapped around the back of my head and a vine cinched in behind my lower back. I moaned, surrendered into her touch, and felt myself dripping between my legs through my cage. I felt it tighten slightly in response to my arousal, which only made it worse. Affini tech was unfair sometimes.
Poppy bent down slightly to kiss me. I still had to crane my head upward to meet her lips, but doing that always made my heart flutter anyway. My lips formed a seal against hers, and after a moment of pleasant kissing, she slid her tongue into my mouth. She had chosen to taste like sour candy this time, coating my mouth in a sweet fluid that made me salivate as she took me.
After a moment, the tentacle in my mouth split into a dozen smaller ones and fully explored me, squeezing my tongue and toying with the back of my throat. She had mimicked a terran tongue perfectly early in our relationship, but her experimentation had found many forms I enjoyed more.
Even as she explored my body with the drifting touch of her vines, she carefully avoided any of the places she had conditioned me to respond to her touching with complete submission to her control. By carefully not toying with me fully, she toyed with me more. I was helpless to her, craving her to take everything, but she kept me lucid, kept me as my day to day self.
We kissed as lovers in the dark, illuminated only by the hallway behind her. I licked and sucked at her while drool ran down my face, until she decided I had enough and broke the connection. I looked at her with needy, heavy lidded eyes.
“Hnnhg,” I articulated.
She giggled. “I know, sweetie. But we have to go out, remember? It's date day. Girlfriends go on dates.”
I moaned in frustrated arousal as she wiped the pink residue from my chin. Even just a gesture like that, or perhaps the residual feeling of her kiss, left me feeling intoxicated.
Not literally intoxicated, of course. She had never given me a single xenodrug herself, even the class-G medication she had arranged once she had me begin transitioning was taken in pill form rather than her injecting me.
I wouldn’t mind if she did, but she always said that me being sober around her was a requirement for her to not overstep her bounds. While I wouldn’t have minded a little recreational drugplay between us as partners, I appreciated that she had such restraint over her own instincts with me.
She finished wiping the drool off my face, and placed one of her own flowers in my hair. “There. Now you look perfect.”
The compliment snapped me out of my haze. “Thank you, Miss Poppy.”
Poppy smiled at me, but booped me on the nose with a vine. “Dear, you aren’t to call me that if we aren’t in a scene. Cute as it is.”
I might be her toy during the nights we spent together, but it was only noon. I looked at her gorgeous face with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Poppy. Maybe later tonight.”
I gave her my best pleading look. I got very needy after a few days of not getting to be her doll. I had developed an insatiable craving for Poppy's dominant side over the time I had been dating her. The chastity had only made it worse.
“Maybe later tonight,” she repeated back at me, as she winked one of her compound eyes.
She didn’t have the typical eyes of her kind. The pair of multifaceted orbs in her head were actual sensor arrays, rather than the hypnotic devices the Affini usually employed. Common as the hypnotic option was, she had no reason to need them, since she genuinely wasn’t looking for a pet. She had a human girlfriend, after all.
I appreciated that I could gaze into her eyes without losing a drop of my lucidity, and her simulated glowing pupils revealed where her actual focus was. Usually, the dots that illuminated were those pointed at me, as they were right now.
Poppy shifted back, and I let out a gasp of breath I had been unconsciously holding while our chests touched. She stepped out into the hall again, and beckoned me to follow, so I swung my bag over my shoulder and quickly caught up, grabbing Sparky and putting it in the bag as I passed my armchair. We walked down the hallway toward the elevator together, hand in hand.
Poppy rested her head on mine as we waited for the elevator. She was shorter now than when we had met. She had towered over me on our first date, but gradually shed more and more of her vines to be closer to my size, especially as transitioning had made me shrink. It only made sense that she had changed alongside me as she helped realize I was trans. Now, when I stood at her side, I could nestle my head under her chin, which I did. Breathing in her smell, now associated with happy times spent with the affini I loved, made me happy.
I liked how I could wrap my arms around her shoulders fully when she was on top of me, I liked cuddling with her and being just a bit smaller than she was. It felt like a fitting metaphor. We were equals, but I was still a sub. Just a little beneath her, especially in private where she would make my body feel like the most beloved plaything imaginable. I felt a restrained throb between my legs. Another reminder of how much I had given to her.
Unlike a pet, my submission to her ended when the scene did. I had nothing against florets, but the idea of becoming one didn’t appeal to me.
The elevator dinged, and we stepped inside. As always, I was just a little bit behind her, half a step. She pressed the button for the ground floor, and turned to me with a smile.
“I’m very excited for tonight. This will be a very memorable day.”
“Why is that?” I tried to think if I was forgetting something. I wasn’t the best with important dates. Had I forgotten a birthday again?
“Oh, I’m going to be telling you something very important tonight. A decision I made for us. Something very exciting.”
“You could just tell me now.” I was anxious, suddenly. What if she had decided to leave, to go back home to the Triangulum galaxy, or was breaking up with me?
She stroked my hair gently, soothing my worries. “I’m telling you tonight. It’s a surprise, but you’ll like it. Now, let’s get lunch.”
I recognized the happy tones in the hum that came from her chest, and smiled reflexively as her emotional state subtly influenced mine. It felt so good to share in my girlfriend’s joy.