Mistress's Imperative

by mirrorgare

Summary:

Some short scenes between a subby affini mistress and her dominant human pet.

Chapter 1

In the dark room, your mistress lay on the plush bed, reclined fully. Her eyes play a song of purples that flicker and light the walls like a projector. Above her sits her precious floret, straddling her chest and steadying yourself with one hand that gently grips one of the wooden protrustions on the side of her mask-like face.

Just above your collarbone, her injector sits, in you almost all the way to the hilt. You feel the coolness of the needle in you, but it can't release its' chemical payload, the one she so desperately wishes to pump inside you, for you have the base of the flower it emerges from gripped tightly between your thumb and forefinger. As you feel her injector twitch, you tighten your grip once more, causing a shudder to run over her. She stares up at you, her rhythms playing a song of lust, of desperate need.

"Oh? What's the matter? You look so desperately like you have something to say, Mistress~"

"Please... please let go... of the injector... I want..." Her voiced dripped and trembled with uncontained desire.

"You want me to let go of this fragile little thing?" She shuddered and nodded, not breaking eye contact with you. "Hmm... I don't know... you might need to convince me. Why should I let you have the privilege of releasing right now?" She hastily broke her gaze upon that word, looking to the side in embarrassment. Releasing.

"Because... because I own you... " she pants desperately, still not looking back up at you. "You're... my floret... It's my job to make you feel goOO-"

Her explanation is cut short by you gripping the leaves on the back of her head, and pulling. Hard. Her head shoots back with a moan, more from the sensation than from your own strength. "Wrong answer," you whisper as you lean closer. "You might be able to convince your affini friends with that. But I think we both know you're not being honest with yourself~"

Her head remains recoiled, her mouth agape as she reels from the feeling of being gripped so harshly. "Please... make you... feel good..."

"You're already making me feel good, Mistress~" you tease, as you play a finger down the side of her neck, causing her to shudder once more. "You should know I'm taking great pleasure in seeing you like this~"

"But... but, but..."

"Just be true to yourself. You are an affini, aren't you?" You run a hand over the side of her wooden mask of a face. "Tell me; why do you think the Compact conquered the Accord?"

"Care for... sophonts..."

"So altruistic~ But we're not getting to the truth like this." You pull on her head leaves again, and another shudder runs over her. You see her stifle a moan by gritting her razor-sharp teeth, each the width of your thumb.

"I'll give you another try. You must answer truthfully, or I am pulling this needle out. Understand, Mistress?" She manages to nod, teeth still grit.

"Now tell me. What is the goal of the Compact? Not the stated goal, you silly little tree~" You punctuate this with another playful stroke on her head. "The true goal. The real imperative of the affini."

"Take... pets..."

There we go. You gently run your tongue down her neck. "That's a good Mistress." At that, she ungrits her teeth, letting out a hot, heavy breath.

"I'm good... I'm good, I'm good mistress..."

"Now let's try this again. What is it you want to do, Mistress?"

"Inject you. Please. I'm good. I'm good..."

"Tell me why."

She remained silent, or tried, in spite of the heavy breathing and shudders that still wracked her. You lean in once more and bring it down to a whisper again.

"You didn't join the Terran Pacification Program to care for sophonts, did you, Mistress?" You grip the side of her head, trying to turn her eyes to face you, but it won't budge. "I think you just heard about all the cute, soft little terrans for you to stick your injectors in, and you couldn't resist~"

Another shudder, the strongest one so far, runs over her, transmitting a throb down the vine attached to the injector flower still held in your grasp. It pulsed erratically, desperately trying to empty itself of the xenodrug juices held within; but still, your fingers held steady. Even so, the barest drip of xenodrug manages to slip through, running down the needle and into you, filling you with heat. It's almost enough to make your head swim, but it's doubtful that Mistress would notice, too caught up in her own desperate embarrassment to even look at you.

"You plants are all so hedonistic, so selfish~" You run your tongue around the side of her face, where the ears would be on a terran. It seems to work, as she recoils slightly with a soft moan. "It's a shame that it's so difficult for you to admit it. Now. Tell me."

"It..."

"Go on."

"It... feels good."

"Oh? What feels good, Mistress?" You grip her antennae, running your hand down their length, and this makes her squirm in pleasurable discomfort. "Do you mean releasing your injectors inside a soft, frail, defenseless terran like me?"

She writhes under you, and manages only the barest nod.

"Say it."

"It feels good to inject you with xenodrugs."

"Look me in the eyes, and tell me what you are."

As you move your hand down to grip her by a horned, wooden protrusion and try once more to turn her head towards you, she suddenly snaps her gaze onto yours. Her eyes burn with purple and gold and red and all sorts of royal colours. Her mask of a face reflects only lust, tinged with the slightest embers of embarrassment and resentment; resentment for you, for stripping her like this, for showing her what she truly is. Still, it pales in comparison to the desperate need. She began with a tone you would never have imagined an affini using, one so pathetic and needy that it filled you with immense satisfaction to see one of the plants, much less your Mistress, reduced to such a state.

"I'm... I'm a slut. I'm a slutty, horny, desperate Mistress. Affini didn't come here to care for terrans, just to inject them. Because it feels good." She paused, catching her breath, not breaking her gaze, then resumed her desperate whines. "Please, pet. I'm a good Mistress. I know I'm selfish. I need to inject you. Please, please. Let me inject you. It's so full, it needs to release. Please, please, please, please. I need it, please-"

Mistress's desperate plea was cut off as your tongue entered her mouth, snaking its way between those sharp teeth. As she returned the kiss, you let go of the injector, gripping her head with both hands as a smooth liquid lust coursed through your bloodstream and your ears were filled with Mistress's primal roar of release as she filled up her precious, irresistable little pet. You felt the petals of the injector flower stick to your sweaty skin as it pulsed and throbbed repeatedly, each one bringing new light and fuzzy edge to your vision and a tingling heat that ran down your limbs to the tips of your fingers and toes. As the feeling of your skin, your hands, your tongue pressed against your Mistress was amplified tenfold, you knew that for you, the fun was only just beginning, and before you lay the perfect toy~

Chapter 2

In the dark room, your mistress lay on the plush bed, on her side. As she presses into you from behind, the biggest big spoon that's ever cuddled you, her vines creep around you from all sides, latching on in desperate possessiveness. One of those vines, however, snakes further in front of you than the others, and attached to it is one of Mistress's injectors, a delicate flower tipped with a sharp needle, and a base that holds a basin of precious xenodrug fluid within it; a fluid powerful enough, if harnessed properly and with the correct will, to ensnare and enslave the minds of each and every terran in the universe that currently and will ever live. It's this same terrifyingly potent flower, attached to an equally potent and terrifying affini, that you hold gingerly in your hand, tweaking the base with your fingers. And it's causing the affini it's attached to to squirm and moan like a little slut.

"Pet, please... Stop playing with it... Please, it needs to be inside you..."

"Oh, does it now?" You gently rotate your thumb, causing the needle to glint a diffracted purple reflection of Mistress's eyes. "I think I like it much better right here~"

"But... please, pet... I need it..."

"Yes, because you're a desperate hedonist who wants to get off to sticking her injectors in her little terran pet." You clink your fingernail against the needle, itself the same length as the finger you're tapping it with. "We've established this. You're not exactly convincing me right now, Mistress~"

"You're... mine..." She writhes as you run a finger down the interior of the petals of her injector, each coated with a gently sticky layer of an adhesive fluid. Clearly, a predatory adaptation used to keep an affini's injectors firmly anchored inside their chosen prey, but to you, this secretion was just another indication that Mistress was sooooo horny for her little pet, so futilely needing to be inside you.

"I know, silly~" you tease. "I am your pet, and you're bigger and stronger than me by far, Mistress!" You gently turn the flower towards you, staring down the needle. "So there should be nothing stopping you from just plunging your needle into my soft flesh, right?"

She says nothing, but you feel her shudder around you, and let out a hot, bated breath from above you from between sharpened teeth. It warms your head and sends a shiver down your spine.

"It should be so easy, shouldn't it?" You gently lower the injector, still pointed towards you, to your chest level, the needle held mere centimetres from your skin. "It's so close to going in me, you know? All it would take is to lunge it forward, right into your pet's chest. Even the greenest youngbloom should be able to manage that~" You punctuate this with more strokes over Mistress's perfect little flower. "But I think we both know that's not going to happen, don't we? You're just too much of a failure of an affini, aren't you?"

At this, Mistress shuddered and tensed up, her vines around you recoiling. What was more shocking, however, was how Mistress's injector suddenly sprung forward, towards your chest. You recoiled at the sudden movement, but not before the mere tip of the injector had penetrated you, and just as quickly, it was out of you again, as your Mistress realized what she had just inadvertently done.

"Oh stars. Pet, I am sorry. It was a reflex, I didn't mean to..." You heard her voice start to tremble. She pulled away from you fully as you sat up in the bed, examining your own chest. A small reddish drop leaked from the spot she had pricked you. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. We'll get that treated right away. Please don't be upset at me, pet. I'm a bad Mistress, I'm bad, I'm sorry-"

"Mistress!~" You played up your outrage. "How defiant of you! I guess you're more of an affini than I thought you were!"

"I... I'm sorry, pet. I did a bad thing. I gave in to my nature. I'm a bad Mistress. I just hope I didn't hurt you, pet."

You glance at the small red trail running down your chest. "Let me be clear, Mistress~" You stand up fully on the affini-sized bed, putting your eye level above hers. "When I say you're more of an affini than I thought, that doesn't really mean much~" She breaks her gaze with you, staring down in shame as a bristling pulse of flushed embarrassment runs through her. "If you really wanted to hurt me, it would take more than that little prick." You grip her by the head-leaves, leaning into her face that still can't meet yours.

"You don't want to hurt me, do you, Mistress?"

"No, pet."

"You're no predator. You're just a slut."

She says nothing to this, but bristles more as she looks down even further, her head almost retreating into her vines.

"Still though, you did do something bad, Mistress. I feel like I should punish you..." you ponder aloud in a sing-song voice, running your hand up the side of her head. You gently run it up her antennae, holding them loosely together, briefly considering gripping them by the fluffy ends and yanking hard, a possibilty she senses too, causing her to shiver. However, you merely tickle the tips before letting go of them. "Then again, I was kinda asking for it, wasn't I? I should have known you wouldn't have been able to help yourself~"

You gently run your soft terran fingers through her head-leaves, scratching at her wooden scalp underneath, which cause pleasured ripples to run through her. From between her sharpened fangs, the plantlike equivalent of a tongue lolls out. "It's understandable, Mistress. As an affini, you have needs, and as your pet, I am at your disposal to satisfy them~" You grip her with both hands, pulling her head towards your middle. You feel her hot breath on you again as she stares straight ahead at nothing in particular, lost in the feelings. "Luckily for you, I have a solution, Mistress~ Just wait right here!"

She blinks out of her stupor and stares at you with a perplexed expression as you let go of her, clambering off the Mistress-sized bed. You walk out the room (not before leaving her with a teasing little sashay) before returning with something new, something you had compiled earlier that day: A life-size and lifelike doll in the shape of a nude terran. As Mistress sees you return with it, flashes of amusement play across her rhythms.

"Oh, is that your new toy, pet?" She suppresses a giggle. "You know, if you were feeling lonely, you should have just told me! I definitely would have looked into finding a pinnate for you~"

"Good guess, Mistress! But this is actually your new toy!"

"Wh- What?!" Her amusement at her pet's perceived silliness was quickly replaced by that all-too-familiar flushed embarrassment.

"Yup! Say hello to your new best friend!" You hold up the doll towards her. "A perfectly soft, smooth little terran just for you! I can tell you're going to be great friends!" You lower the doll, giving her a sinister smirk. "Especially since from now on, you won't be sticking your injectors in anyone else~"

"What... what do you mean, pet?"

"I mean exactly what I said, Mistress. Starting now, the only thing you will inject in is this doll. And only when I say you can. Do you understand?"

"But... that's..." She shrivels slightly in humiliation. Humiliation you know she craves, as her rhythms tell all, still tinged with lust, with desire. Not for the doll of course, but for you. You would have to change that. "That's not fair, pet! You're mine! I only want... I only want to release myself in you, my sweet little pet..."

Mistress's impassioned plea bounces right off you harmlessly. "Oh, don't knock it til you've tried it! Here, I'll show you~" You clamber back onto the bed, doll in tow, and sit down next to her. "Just give it a try, Mistress! I'm sure you'll love it..."

She looks down at the doll, her superficial disgust still barely edging out her desperate need to stick in her injector in something. "I'm not putting my injector in... that." Once again, it fell to you to help Mistress admit her true feelings. You gently reach towards her injector, and she recoils slightly as you grip it but relents no further. You give it another stroke, and she shudders and shivers.

"That feels good, right?"

"Y... yes, pet..."

"I thought so... How about this?" You wrap your finger around the base and squeeze, stimulating the xenodrug reservoir within.

"O- oh..." She looks away with grit teeth. As you release your finger, a drop of sweet fluid leaks out of the needle and drips onto the bedsheet below.

"Good, right? Now let's try... this."

Deliciously slowly, you lower the injector to the smooth, realistic skin of the terran doll and sliiiiide the injector in. It sinks all the way to the hilt with zero resistance, like a hot knife cutting through butter. Her eyes snap back onto you, onto her injector as she realizes what you were doing, but her confusion is quickly replaced with lust as her respiration quickens. You feel the flower pulse strongly in your hand, so you tighten your grip around it once more.

"Ohhhhhhh stars. How does it feel... so..."

"So good? So real?" You stare up at her with a knowing expression. "Because it's a toy made for slutty plants like you. A nice affini designed it for desperate, needy plants who don't have a terran pet of their own, so they have something to squirt their injectors into while watching terran florn~"

"But... But I have... oh..." She couldn't even finish her sentence, her body wracked with another pleasurable shudder.

"Yes, you already have a pet. I know." You smile. "But clearly you can't be trusted not to hurt your pet by mistake. With your new little friend here, you don't have to worry about that, though~"

She stares at you, teeth grit, before staring back down at the doll and her injector, still held in your fingers to avert its' release. Obviously, she can't manage a retort right now, as with every gentle stroke to the side of her injector, you feel a throbbing pulse run over her, halting any potential words, and potential thoughts besides release. You watch as she reflexively runs her vines over the doll’s head, attempting to find an opening.

”Nice try, Mistress~” you giggle. “Isn’t your new friend doing such a good job for you already? Don’t be greedy and expect it to suckle on your vines too~” She pulls her vines away in shame, realizing what she’s doing.

"Pet... please... I want to..."

"Oh? You want to empty your little flower?"

"I want to... in you... please..."

"In me? We both know you don't deserve that, Mistress." You reach up and pull her head down, forcing her to look at you. "Besides, doesn't your new friend feel so good?"

"Sooooo good... so soft and good..."

"Exactly, Mistress. It's more than good enough for a slut like you."

You feel her writhe and throb again, her head shooting up to stare forward into nothing, averting as much of the tantalizing stimulus as she could. It didn't seem to help much, as you felt another pulse take her, one that would have completely emptied her injector's reservoirs were it not for your grip. A vine reaches out to to you, attempting to touch you, to feel her pet's soft skin as opposed to the almost-as-good realistic fake skin of the drug-dump doll. You knock her vine away with a gentle swat.

"You just can't keep your vines off me, can you?"

"I'm sorry, pet... I need you... please..."

"You need me? You need to release? You need your little pet, huh, Mistress?"

"Yesssssss oh dirt I need it pet. I need it. I need itttttt."

"Fine. Tell you what." You adjust yourself, lying on top of the doll in the same pose as it. From Mistress's perspective, all she would be able to see below her would be her pet, even as her injector remained deep in the soft flesh of the doll. "I'll let go of your little flower, and you can squirt out as much of your xenodruggies as you like into your friend here. The only condition is: you can't touch me at all while you do that. Does that sound fair?"

"What? That's..."

"Tell me in three seconds."

"Pet, I... I need..."

"Two. Or I pull it out."

"Please just let me-"

"One."

"It's fair! It's fair. Just let me release right now, pet. Please. I need it so bad... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just let me empty my flower. I don't care that it's not in you, I just need it, please pet, please just let me-"

Her groveling is cut off as you release the flower with a gentle stroke. This simple act of emancipation completely halted her language processing, and she merely stared down at you, her perfect pet, with jaw agape and breath shallow, clearly teetering on the precipice of release. A single-minded, primal urge filled her eyes; like a predator waiting for the barest twitch to strike, she waited for only your word. She was no predator, though. Just a slut. But a very, very good one.

"That's a good Mistress... now, cum."

With that, she shuddered and throbbed and pulsed and moaned and roared, and you swore you heard an audible slosh with each impulse running down her injector vine as the doll's torso was pumped full of Mistress's fluids. She lowered herself, holding herself the slightest bit above you so as not to touch you as she writhed and moaned in your ears a blissful, carnal noise. Although she wasn't touching you, you were immobile, lest you force Mistress to break the rule you had set out for her. You saw her vines reach out needily, so wanting to wrap you up in herself and touched her prized pet everywhere, but still, they hovered mere centimetres above you. As the shudders and the pumps of her injector subsided, her moans stopped, leaving only her hot, shallow breath, which you could feel on your ear as she leaned in to whisper something.

"Thank you, pet."

Chapter 3

In the dark room, your mistress lay on the plush bed, sat up eagerly and alertly, in silent trepidation. She was waiting, of course, for you. Her senses, honed through millenia of focused evolution and practice to be perfectly optimized to detecting the movements and behaviours of scurrying little pets like you, are poised on the door to the room, attempting in a flushed anticipation to detect your coming. As she sits in wait, a pang of need flashes across her facade of endless affini patience. She would never admit it in her current state, but Mistress needed her pet.

Each vine in her goes rigid upon hearing your approach. Excitement fills her as she hears your steps as you make your way down the hall. Should she be feeling like this, at the prospect of her pet's arrival, when she knew it would be in a guise she was not entirely familiar with? The uncertainty of the situation only served to heighten her anxious desire.

She grips the sheet of the bed as she hears you turn the door handle, and watches, rhythms swirling about, as the door creaks open, slowly, gradually revealing...

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"Hey! Get down from there!"

You strode into the room, the tail of your fitted burgundy suit billowing behind you. Upon your sky-blue tie, matching your pure gold earrings, lies affixed a gold pin in the shape of the insignia of your pride and joy; your megacorp, among the wealthiest in the Accord, a holding of quadrillions of dollars and millions of subsidiaries. A hand in the pocket of your pinstripe dress pants, you pointed the other in admonishment of the reprehensible affini that you so graciously allowed to live in the home of an Accord magnate such as yourself as a trophy, rather than shipped off to some mining colony like the rest of its' race. A fate you hoped you wouldn't come to regret, as it seemed to require persistent correction in order to remember its' place.

"I... I'm sorry..."

"That's 'I'm sorry, owner.' Furniture is for people, not for xeno scum like you."

You watch as the affini sheepishly steps off of the bed and onto the floor. Its' hand-vines entangled together in front of it, you could see that its eyes glowed a swirling mix of purples and its composite colours, even as it didn't meet your gaze, eyes firmly fixed at the floor.

"I'm sorry, owner. Please forgive me."

You looked up at the xeno. How many times did you have to remind it of the most basic things? "Don't stand like you're a person."

"Um... Owner?"

"Foliage like you has no right to stand above a terran. On the ground."

Its' eyes made the briefest contact with yours, a meager red flash before breaking off and facing downward as the plant descended into what amounted to a kneeling pose on the floor in front of you. Even in this curled-up state, on its knees with its head facing downward, it was still nearly as tall as you. You barely had to crane your neck at all in order to look down at it. But it would have to do.

"That's much better. Just some underbrush, to be crushed underfoot." You smirked as you walked over to it, giving it a gentle stroke over its' head-leaves, to which it gave a soft shudder, of fear or something else, you weren't sure. Clearly, this thing needed to get used to being touched by its' owner. You gave it little mind and continued. "Ever since the Accord put down you reprehensible weeds, your species has required constant correction to find the place where you belong."

The affini gave little reaction, merely continuing to stare at the floor in hot flashes of royal purple and crimson, but that changed when you gripped one of the horned, protrusions on the side of the wooden mask it dared to call a face. Upon doing so, it rippled again in reaction to your touch, and it continued to do so as you pulled yourself along it until your head was parallel with its' much larger one, in prime position for you to speak softly into what you assumed equivalent to its ear.

"It'll be difficult to find a use for such a primal, brutish species. The rinans may be spineless and weak, but at least they are clever enough to be an excellent workforce for us. You beasts on the other hand... well. I don't really see much potential in you." It shivered and bristled with the embers of anger and embarrassment at your words, misplaced pride in its' species... you would stomp out those embers, in time. "You weeds are too dominated by your lusts, your impulses... your primitive cores are ruled by a desire to control, and little else."

You ran a finger over the side of its' head, and it seethed at this. You knew that all it craved was to retaliate, to grab you and inflict retribution for the perceived injustice you were subjecting it to. So prideful, so inferior. "Were you not so detestable, I'd almost find it sad how pathetic you are now. Take away that control, and what are we left with?"

It said nothing, inadvertently providing you with the right answer, but you opted to explain it anyways, lest it sail over its' large, verdant head. You gently gripped the side of its head once more and whispered.

"I'll tell you. You're not even fit to be my toy. All you are is just a houseplant; merely part of the scenery."

With that, you relented. Although still wracked with pangs and shudders, the plant remained rooted to the ground. As it should be. You stepped onto your bed using the small set of steps you kept next to it (it was a big bed, so what, you earned it) and lay yourself down, grabbing a book (an actual paperback, not a tablet. Such privileges are afforded to the Accord's greatest). With your unruly overgrowth set straight, you could relax a bit.

"That's it. Be a good little decoration for me. Your owner is going to read for a bit."

As you flip open the book, about to begin reading your tome, you notice your houseplant staring at you, an expectant look on its' face. Was that... a pleading expression you saw upon it? Unruly as it was, maybe you were beginning to impress yourself upon the xeno.

"Oh? You look like you have something to say." You adjust yourself and return your focus to your book. "Unfortunately for you, I didn't give you permission to speak."

As you attempt to begin reading, you can't help but notice that pleading expression not flater, remaining upon you, even as the plant crept slightly closer to you. But these were not the movements of a hunter, stalking its prey; they were meek and tentative, those of one hoping not to offend. Perhaps, then, you could humour it.

"Well?" You close the book and put it aside. "What does it want?"

You watch as it glances to the side, at a wide, shallow basin, about a metre across, which lie on the floor on the opposite side of the room. Oh, of course. You couldn't neglect some of its' most basic needs.

"What's that? You need your mineral water?" It looked away from you, flushed and embarrassed, but managed a nod. "What a thirsty little flower you are. I'm not convinced you deserve it."

Still, the affini stared expectantly, pulling as close to a puppy-dog expression as the giant plant could muster. Cute? Not at all. Pitiable? Absolutely. You felt your heart surge with pride; not at the xeno, no, but at yourself. Truly, you were shaping this beast into something submissive, something that knew its' place.

"You know... I think I'll allow you to use your words. Just for now. Tell me."

It looks up at you, perplexed.

"Well?"

"Tell you... what, owner?"

"Why you deserve it. And maybe, if you do, I'll let you drink."

It paused. "Because... because I'm thirsty?"

"I know that. Obviously you are. That, in itself is not a reason." You gave a patient smile. So patient. "I don't know how it works wherever you came from, but in the Accord, no one deserves anything just because they need it. People, and even things that are less than people, like you, get things because they earn it. And those who contribute the most to society, earn the most." You adjust your golden pin proudly. "Do you understand? The amount you contribute to the Accord is zero. Maybe even a net negative." It looked down, burning in shame at its naiveté. "It's okay, though. Maybe you hadn't thought of that." Sure, it was disappointing, but it couldn't help being what it was. In that case, maybe you had to be a little bit more forgiving. "I'll give you two more chances. Why do you deserve it?"

Another silence hung in the air, and when the affini spoke again, its eyes didn't meet yours. "Because... because you own me. It's therefore your responsibility to care for my needs."

"Pfft, what?" What a silly notion! You can't help but let a laugh escape you. "It's because I own you that I can do whatever I want to you. Then again, maybe I shouldn't expect you to understand that. After all, you are xeno with a root for a brain; no wonder you have a backwards sense of morality." You felt it bristle at your dismissal of whatever values its’ species held, not that you could be bothered to learn them. You didn’t need to understand it in order to make it submit. "Last chance."

It sunk lower, as if trying to spread itself out as far as possible on the floor like creep, but there was no escaping your scrutiny. "I... I..."

"Why do you deserve to drink this mineral water, such perfect nourishment for your species, that I so graciously and painstakingly have prepared for you?"

"I..." It nearly wavered, physically, but didn't; however, when it spoke again, it sounded like something was broken regardless. "I don't deserve it. I don't."

You smiled. Finally. "That was the right answer, toy. You don't deserve it. From now on, you live and die by my whims. You will drink only when my generosity and endless patience with you wins out against my rationality, and I can find it in my heart to ignore the truth about what you are. And there's nothing you can do to change it."

It merely sat there, unmoving. A xeno's approximation of a sullen, heartbroken expression played across its' face.

"What? There's no need to look so dour. You found the right answer!" You knelt down, deliberately putting yourself on its' level. "Only, you know. I need more of it." Gently, you tipped its head upwards, forcing it to stare at you with its' gently swirling eyes. "Grovel for me now."

"...Owner?"

"Beg and plead. Tell me what you are." You continued staring, unblinking, into the deep rhythms of the xeno's eyes.

"I... I'm a worthless pet. And I'm no use to you, or the Accord. I don't deserve your gifts, owner."

With each word, the deep ripples of the affini's eyes, like an ever-oscillating pool shifted in the most minute, barely-noticeable ways. But you noticed them. You felt a wellspring of calm emerge from somewhere deep within you as you sank deeper into that pool, soaking in the utter truthfulness of those words.

"That's right, pet..." Your own voice felt like it was coming from miles away. "So worthless, so mine..."

Upon saying the word mine, delightful swirls of new colours emerged from the centre of the pool, gently dissipating as they spiraled outwards. You couldn't help but stare, transfixed. Such a reprehensible creature... could produce such lovely colours... and they were yours. All yours.

"Mine... mine, mine..." With each repetition, a new layer of fractal colour seemed to reveal itself, and the corners of your vision seemed to grow more and more hazy. You would never let this creature go. It would remain shackled in your home, your mind, you're mine forever.

"That's right, owner. I am yours... all yours. Your own little possession... to be used and discarded as you see fit."

Used... it was being so useful right now. You gently ran your numb fingers through the soft leaves on the top of its' head, and as you did, its' eyes flickered slightly before more new shades, new hues revealed themselves in the bottomless pool you had already sunk so deep into.

"I know I am a worthless creature. A detestable xeno. But please, owner. I beg of you. Please let me drink. Please. I need it."

Just as you had sunk deep, the desperate pleas of your good little pet sunk deep, deep into your soul, but somehow, you didn't understand any of them. All you could do was breathlessly mutter "mine..." but you weren't even sure it was you, or a person that said it. Maybe someone else imagined it, and you just overheard.

"Owner? I... I need to drink. Please, show me some mercy..."

Yes... that's what you are... owner... you smiled, knowing that you were a good owner. And your pet was being so good for you. The body that you were in blinked slowly, and its' eyelids felt like a weighted blanket, somehow dry and warm even as you were completely soaked through by the ocean that was your pet's eyes. Somewhere, you felt your chest and your arms and legs start to float away, each going in a different direction, but you felt no tension even as you were stretched and rent like taffy. How could you? You were a good owner.

"Owner?" said some distant goddess from another galaxy. The words washed over all creation, cleansing it until one thing was true: You were owner. So good...

"Oh dear. Pet, I think you need to wake up."

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You blinked. What the hell? Did someone just tell you to wake up? You shook your head. Before you sat your affini possession, your xeno pet. It had just gotten through telling you how worthless it was, and begging to be allowed to have a sip of the mineral water it so craved. It stared down at the floor, unable or unwilling to meet your gaze. It looked... so meek down there. You gently pounded your head, as if to knock out any confusing feelings that swirled around in there still. Such a pathetic creature. It would be silly to assume it had any sway over you. However pathetic it was, it still had been well-behaved. Maybe it was time to give it what it wanted.

"You know... I'd think I'd laugh at myself, if I could see how I was the first time I encountered one of you weeds. To think I was so scared of you! The affini; conquerors of humanity? The thought of it makes me laugh now." You gently tousled its' head leaves. For now, you were satisfied. "You affini aren't so scary now that things are as they should be. Go on, puppy. Drink from your bowl."

With a chuckle, you swiped something on your tablet, and the round, shallow basin begins to fill with a clear fluid from an aperture in the wall. You watched as your pet scampered over to the bowl and plunged a vine into it, and before long, you saw the water level of the bowl begin to descend.

"Yes... that's a good girl." You smirk as your pet seizes up upon hearing those words, and you just knew that its' body would soon be wracked with more of those desperate spasms. You thought you could see flickers of gold emanating from its' face, even as it didn't turn to face you; it was reflected in the basin of mineral water. Even from afar, you could see the effect being referred to as a good girl had on the xeno. The massive xeno... with teeth and needles sharp enough to tear you to ribbons, and vines strong enough to squeeze the life out of you, loved to be a good little girl for you. So perfect... Maybe it was time for another little test.

"You enjoy your water, pet. I just remembered I had something to do, okay? I'll be back very soon, so stay put." With that, you left the room, and your pet, to its' devices.

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In the room you had just left, your mistress drinks her water. It really was quite good, and she was indeed quite thirsty, so she paid little heed to your parting words; instead, two very specific words from earlier were playing on loop, running through her core and down her vines and out through her biorhythm like liquid gold. Good girl. Just thinking about it again causes another pleasurable shiver to run over her, starting at the ends of her vines and leaves and making its way to the deepest part of her. Good girl. She lets out a deep exhalation, the bundle of plant matter that makes up her body deflating slightly in utter, pleasured relaxation. Such a good girl.

"Pet? I'm back."

She turns to the door, seeing you poking your head in, and attempts to hide the submissiveness on her face as best she can. After all, if she did her best to appear presentable, she might be called a good girl again.

"I have a friend of mine visiting, so I need you on your best behaviour, okay? So please be a good girl for me and be nice to them."

A friend? Concern flickered through her briefly as she considered what that could mean, but it was immediately obliterated by being called a good girl again. That heat filled her core again. She would be on her best behaviour, absolutely. Anything to be called good girl one more time. However, she would soon find that would be harder than she thought, as you brought your friend into the room.

The golden feelings running through her were abruptly halted as she saw your "friend". Dressed similarly to yourself, in the garb of a pre-Compact Terran Accord business magnate, it took the briefest moment of confusion for her to realize that it was not a terran at all, but in fact, merely a very realistic-looking terran doll. This confusion was replaced with a horrified embarrassment once she realized precisely which doll it was; it was hers. The one she was allowed to put her injectors in. The one she was allowed to pump her xenodrugs into. So soft. As the realization washed over her, she felt the embarrassment replaced with need, a different need than the desire to be called a good girl, but one yet stronger, perhaps one intrinsic to her nature as an affini. She needed to put her injectors in it and pump it until she was empty.

As you walked over to her with your "friend", she could only stare, enraptured, as a purple haze overtook her eyes, leaving her only barely aware of a growing sensation. The already-sticky petals of her injector spreading apart, ready to grip onto soft skin, and a desperate, needy, throbbing from the base of her flower as the reservoir of xenodrug inside seemed to swell more and more, her body synthesizing more of the fluid that so desperately belonged inside terran cuties. In spite of this growing, obvious need, you continued walking over to her, unfazed.

"Pet? This is Dr. Koúkla, a friend of mine. Please say hi~"

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Now, you weren't quite sure, but something was giving you the impression that your xeno pet was behaving weird around your friend. As the two of you approached, it gradually stood taller and taller, eyes fixated on Koúkla. The patterns in its' eyes seem to have adopted a deep purple that gently ripples and shifts, but never peels away from the Doctor.

"Pet? This is Dr. Koúkla, a friend of mine. Please say hi~"

The xeno's mouth hangs open slightly, baring its' very sharp teeth. Its' vines squirm in unnatural ways, almost reaching towards your friend, who remains stone-faced and silent. The good doctor wasn't much for words. Luckily, you were great at inserting levity into the situation.

"Wow, Doc! It looks like she likes you, haha! Should your wife be worried?" Such a funny joke. The idea of so lowly a creature as an affini being with a terran in that way was so out of the question that it was easy to make jokes like this.

If your pet was listening to any of this, though, then it wasn't registering, as it continued ogling Dr. Koúkla. Only the barest hint of recognition occurred when you referred to it as she, causing a brief empathetic pulse of gold to filter through it, seemingly encouraging it even more. You couldn't help but notice the flower on the xeno's side, tucked away until now, was extending forward at a glacial pace, petals outspread. A sharp, needle-like protusion emerged from the middle of it. Obviously, you had no idea what this meant; you were a terran of business, not a xenobiologist! You didn't need to understand the biology of a lowly species like this! But you felt like you had a pretty good idea what it could mean...

"Pet? You're behaving very... uncouth. It's embarrassing."

It continued staring ahead, almost like it had hypnotized itself, its flower still steadily approaching.

"What, do I need to splash you with cold water or something? Do you know what you're being?"

A long string of saplike drool slid from between its' impossibly sharp teeth and onto the floor below.

"You're being a very bad girl."

At once, it stopped as if struck by lightning. As if roused from a stupor, it tore its gaze away from your friend, a veritable rainbow of conflicting colours playing atop its shimmering eyes. It recoiled away from the two of you in confusion, defensively raising its arm vines up, hesitating before speaking. "I'm... I'm sorry, owner."

You gave a big sigh. You thought you had made some pretty good progress today, but clearly, you still had a long way to go. This was still an affini; a primal creature driven by its' urge to control, and clearly, it had something akin to an urge to mate as well. How problematic. You left Koúkla and approached the affini.

"Um... Owner?"

In one swift movement, you grabbed the protruding flower, making sure not to touch the needle, and yanked. The xeno let out a surprised gasp and crumpled as you did, immediately returning to a kneeling position; however, it was not enough.

"Down."

You pulled once more, and with another sharp exhalation, the affini crumpled further, now fully on the ground as if in prayer. You continued pulling on the flower gently, and the affini it was connected to gently shuddered as you did, extending the vine connecting it to the affini's body further so you could hold it at eye level as it knelt below you.

"Tell me. What's the purpose of this nasty... thing?"

"Um... It's..."

You gripped it harder, and pulled yet further, inciting another soft moan from the disgusting pervert of a xeno. "Speak."

"Ohh... It's for..." It placed its' hands "palm down" on the floor, vines fully splayed out. "I can't say, owner..."

"What, you won't tell me?" You gave the strange flower another curious once-over. "Maybe I should have Dr. Koúkla look at it then, hmm? I don't really have an aptitude for biology..."

As you held the flower up to the doctor for a close examination, you felt a bizarre pulse pass over it, running down the vine it was attached to as the affini let out another series of moans and exhalations. With the tip of the needle mere centimetres away from Koúkla's face, you felt the flower throb violently, and suddenly, the two of you saw a translucent fluid pump out of the needle, dripping onto the floor. How... revolting. You dropped the flower in disgust, letting it fall to the floor in front of the still-panting and moaning affini.

After a brief moment discussing with Koúkla, you stepped forward, standing directly in front of that reprehensible flower.

"The doctor seems to think that this is an organ that your species uses to subdue its' prey... and its' mates. Am I correct?"

"It's... more than that, it's..."

"So I'm correct." How disappointing. This beast was really no more than an animal, was it? "That means one of two things. Either that you just tried to prey on my guest. Or that you just tried to mate with them. Neither is excusable."

"It's not just for that, owner... I'm sorry..."

"Oh?" You crossed your arms. "What other biological function could this vile thing have evolved to serve?"

"It's to... it's to make you feel good, owner."

What?

To make me feel... good?

This perverted weed... wants to make me feel good?

What insult.

Wordlessly, you raise your leg and stomp. The heel of your dress shoe makes direct contact with the injector flower, and as you do, your toy lets out a shriek. Ripples pass through its' body, faster than any you've seen so far, from the point of impact to its' other end and back again. As you begin to apply pressure, leaning more of your weight on the flower itself, the affini raises its forearm to its mouth and bites down hard, razor-sharp teeth splitting bark and vine. It stares up at you, its eyes a maelstrom, like a thunderstorm at sunset.

"How about this? Does this make you feel good?" You roll your foot over the flower, twisting and inverting it underfoot, and the xeno emitted a muffled cry, flaying itself ever further on its sharpened teeth. "I hope you know that crushing you underfoot feels far better than anything you could do to me with that little flower. I should have this nasty thing pruned for the mere suggestion of you using it on a terran, much less myself!" You slid the base of it under where the ball of your sole would be and rose up on it, putting all of your weight onto one point, and you heard a crunch as something shattered, not in its' flower, but either in its arm or jaw as it bit down hard, attempting to control its' reaction to the pain it undoubtedly felt. Its eyes stared ahead at nothing now, an unfocused swirl of red and purple paint. You leaned forward and placed your other foot in the center of its flat, wooden face, and gripped the sides of its head with your arms. It didn't seem to visually react to this, still reeling from the sensations. Hmm. It wasn't as fun if you broke it completely. Maybe you needed to ease up for a second.

You stepped off the flower, keeping your other foot firmly planted against it, so as that it doesn't forget its place once it regains its composure. Gradually, rhythmic swirls returned to its eyes and they gradually refocused on you, an inscrutable expression playing across it. It continued breathing heavily, barely holding itself off the floor on its arms. You glanced at the arm, mangled by its own doing, and the damage seemed mostly superficial. Destroying yourself won't save you from me, toy.

"I hope you know how much I enjoyed that. You xeno scum. Crushing your little flower is merely a fraction of the pain you deserve." Upon hearing the word pain, its' defiance broke, looking away in embarrassment. What, was that a lie? It was feeling pain... right? With horror, you look down at the flower once more, confirming your fears.

Stepping on that flower had caused the disgusting, masochistic xeno to release more of the translucent fluid. And some of it had gotten on your shoe. It wasn't in pain, no. It was getting off to it.

You bent your knees, putting yourself on the level of it once more. It looked away, as if it wanted to run, but obviously it couldn't, still recovering as it was. And besides, where could it run? It was a thing. It couldn't escape you.

"Hey."

It said nothing.

"Tell me how that made you feel."

It gripped the floor as best it could.

You stand up straight, and walk over to the flower once more. In a swift movement, you apply firm, rhythmic pressure on it with your foot. A gasp escapes it, and its arm shoots up to its mouth again. You couldn't be having that.

"Ah ah. No arm, and look at me."

With apparent difficulty, it replaced its arm on the ground and stared up at you. More of those defiant embers glowed in the eyes of the xeno. They would be stomped out. You give more firm pressure upon the injector.

"D-dirrrrrrt..." it moaned.

"Tell me, you slutty xeno." More pressure, and you feel it throb back in turn.

"G-g-good..."

"Full sentence." A series of gentle, yet forceful rhythmic pulses upon the flower.

"It... oh dirt... it feels... ohhhhhhhh pet..."

"What was that?" You ease up.

"Owner. Sorry. Owner..."

"That's what I thought." You give it more of the gentle pressure.

"Oh... It feels really good, when you... ohhhhhh... when you..."

"When I what, slut."

"When you make me- ohhhh- when you make me... make me shoot my xenodrugs out..."

You smile. "I'm glad. Because right now, I'm going to empty that flower of yours, until there's nothing left." You press down firmly, only this time, you don't ease up, and your pet moans and squirms and writhes. You feel a pressure building, and you grab its head, forcing it to stare up at you, its eyes a frantic swirl once more. You couldn't even call it a desperate, needy expression, being so completely lost in stimulus. You could only hope the words you were about to say to it would get through.

"That's it, pet. Now, cum."

With a forceful pulse, your foot is lifted from the injector flower as it is wracked by a series of rhythmic throbs, and with each pulse, more and more of the liquid payload is pumped out, splattering out onto the floor. With each pulse, the affini lets out a breathy, incoherent, meaningless, animalistic noise. You continue gripping its head, forcing it to stare at you as it pumped its dose out uselessly onto the floor, making sure that it knew that no matter what it did, not even a molecule of its fluid would ever find its way inside of you.

As the pulses subsided, you step aside, looking down at the mess your ungrateful pet had made.

"I'm done here. When I'm back, you better have cleaned this up."

It looks up at you, still breathing heavily. "With... what, owner?"

"You're a plant, right? I've seen your capability for absorbing liquids." You turned away. "Figure it out."

With that, you grabbed Dr. Koúkla and left the pitiable creature in the room behind you. The pitiable, useless, yet fascinating creature. It still needed more work, more correction. Ugh. You couldn't believe you would have to throw out one of your favourite shoes. It wasn't an easy job, being you, but someone had to do it. You smiled.

Sometimes, you had to admit, it was pretty fun too.

Notes:

Dw, they did aftercare after this.

Chapter 4

In the dark room, your mistress lay on the plush bed, sat up and looking at down at her pet, who was looking up at her with stern disapproval. For now, she was feigning ignorance as to why you would be upset with her, but her biorhythms bare all to you. You know that her attuned affini senses, particularly those sensitive antennae on top her head, would have clued her in to precisely what the object you held behind you was. She knows exactly what she has to be ashamed about, and those embers of embarrassment and something else are creeping in around the sides; still, her facade remains unwavering, that of the stoic serenity affini seem to be known for. You can’t help but sense something bubbling beneath the surface, still-repressed emotions from within your mistress’s core just waiting for the right opportunity to burst forth; regardless, you address her as you always do in situations like this: with gentle consternation.

“Mistress, I’m quite disappointed with you.”

“Oh? Whatever is the matter, pet?” Her facade remained calm, for now.

“There’s no need to play coy.” You pace in front of her. “It’s obvious you know what it is.”

“Why, pet, I have no idea what you mean.” Her eyes flicker slightly. “You know I’ve been such a good Mistress lately.”

Clearly she was in the mood to do things the hard way. “Well, I was in your room yesterday, I found something… improper. Something that, while not altogether unfitting for an affini like you, I just can’t allow under the simple, generous terms I have laid out for you.” You stop your pacing, glaring accusatorily. “Do you know what I’m talking about, Mistress?”

“I’m afraid I still don’t have any idea what you’re talking about, petal,” Mistress lied. She fidgeted uncomfortably, twiddling her vines together. “And besides, who gave you permission to enter my room, pet?”

You ignore your Mistress’s unsubtle attempt to remind you of the inherent power balance legally codified into your relationship, instead pulling out the object you held behind you. A plush of a smiling terran, much smaller than the drugdump doll you had used in earlier play sessions with your Mistress. This one fit in your hands and was the perfect size for cuddling. A perfectly innocuous item in the Compact, although much more commonly found in a floret’s bed than an affini’s. However, there was more to it than met the eye, a fact both of you knew, even if your Mistress seemed like she was desperately trying to avoid admitting it. She shifted her considerable mass and looked away, attempting to play it off as casual, but deep down, you knew she was squirming.

“Could you tell me what this is, Mistress?”

She gave it a glance, obviously attempting to remain still to conceal her discomfort but appearing completely rigid. “It’s just a little plushie Mistress had compiled. I was going to gift it to you, actually,” she lied once more. “I am sorry that the surprise was ruined, petal.”

“Really?” You glance at the plushie. “It looks an awful lot… like me, doesn’t it?”

“Well, you know how it is.” If she had sweat glands, you were sure a bead of it would be rolling down the softly carved grooves in her face right now. “I wanted it to be cute, and in my eyes, you’re already the cutest thing there is.”

“I see. Besides that, it’s just a normal plushie, right?” You gingerly shake it up and down like you were an affini with an unruly floret. “Feels kind of heavy.”

“Oh, is it?” Her eyes flare up briefly, a ripple of panic showing itself in the shallow pool of placid calm.

“Yeah. It’s a lot heavier than you’d expect.” You experimentally shake it around more. “This isn’t one of those plushies that has a biorhythm generator in it, is it?”

Confusion plays itself across Mistress’s face. “No, of course not! I would never-“

“That’s not all,” you continue, gently holding up a hand to stop her. Nose upturned, you carefully raise it to your face, giving it a sniff. It was all for show, of course. You knew exactly what it smelled like. “It smells weird too. And… is it damp?”

“Oh! That’s… uh… but…” At this point, she’s been reduced to a stammering mess, her facade of control completely torn down. “It’s uh… I must have… spilled on it. Some mineral water… and forgot to clean it.” She slicked back some loose vines, apparently satisfied with her answer. “I’m sorry…”

“Are you sure it’s mineral water?” You give it another sniff. “It smells… sweet. Like, sickly sweet. Are you sure it isn’t juice instead?”

“Um… it might be…” She nervously fidgets, causing some of the vines she just flattened to pop loose once more.

You opt to call her half-hearted bluff. “Maybe I should give it a taste then.” You raise the plush to your mouth, catching another whiff of the sweet smell that’s almost enough to make your head swim on its own. Your eyes remain fixed on your mistress as you do so, eagerly watching her reaction.

“No!” She exclaims once it seemed clear to her that you weren’t stopping. Her eyes play a frantic song of fear and shame and what you’ve learned to discern is a swelling, lusty arousal. “I mean. Uh. You shouldn’t.” Her attempts to regain her composure aren’t coming close to fooling you as she struggles to get the words out. “It’s not sanitary. It might hurt you, petal.”

You wordlessly stare up at her blustering, and glance down at the plushie, before throwing it full-tilt at the wall. It slams into the wall with a loud thud before falling to the floor. All your mistress can do is stare, shocked.

“Listen, Mistress. I don’t know or care if there’s a biorhythm generator in there.” She stares at you, still bewildered from the sudden outburst from you. “I never said you couldn’t. If there is, it’s not surprising that an affini would want to feel more connected to her floret. That doesn’t really concern me.”

“I… uh… thank you, pet.” She gazes downward, but you can’t have her feeling relieved.

“What concerns me is that you’ve been using it as a means of relieving yourself, haven’t you?”

“Uh… what?” Even if you didn’t know the truth, her reaction would have told you all you need to know. Mistress can’t help but be an open book to you. You’re too intimately familiar with her rhythms that she can’t hide a single thing.

“You know you can’t lie to me, Mistress~”

You were right, of course. She can’t lie to you. But she can’t tell you the truth either. Instead, your mistress just sits there, as if her core itself was tied up in a knot somehow.

“You can’t even admit it, can you?” You clamber up to her, standing up next to her and running a hand through her vines. Such a precious thing, your mistress, so desperately holding onto her affini superiority. She can’t even look at you, so you decided you needed to make things easier for her.

“Okay, how about I just tell you what I think happened, and you can just give me a yes or no. Will that work for you, Mistress?” She manages a nod, at least.

“Very well. What I think happened is that you compiled a little plush, perhaps to give to me, but you couldn’t help but make it my spitting image, could you?”

“Yes, pet,” she begrudgingly admits.

“And when you saw it, you couldn’t help but keep it for yourself, to hug, to hold, to cuddle… to stick your injector in? Am I right?”

She says nothing, curling her vines inward on themselves. That delicious shame played itself across her rhythms once more, and you had to blink away the intoxicating pull, lest you get lost in them. You could spend an hour just drinking in her embarrassment, and it would feel like a day.

“Mistress?” You gingerly stroke her. “Have you been… releasing without my permission? Have you been emptying yourself into that cute little toy?” As if you didn’t already know the answer.

She grits her teeth and nods, rhythms unfocused and scattered. What an unruly little sprout she was. Of course, she was an affini, it was natural for her to want to put her needles in some small cute thing. But for that small cute thing to be a mere plushie… well. You could only describe it as pubescent. Is that something affini go through? Either way, it made you feel like you were the parent, despite your mistress being much older than you.

“Well. I hope you know how shameful this behaviour is. It’s something I’d expect from a youngbloom who wets her tip at the first sight of a sophont. I made the rules very clear: you are to shoot out your little druggies only when I tell you, and only where I allow you.”

“Yes, pet.” An acknowledgement, but not an apology. It was begrudging and brusque. She was holding onto pride hard, today. Obviously you needed to make it clear there would be consequences for her actions.

“I hope you know, I simply can’t ignore this, Mistress.”

“What are you going to do, pet?” Her curiosity was belied by dread as to what you could possibly do next.

“Well, I’ll have that gross little plush decompiled. And as for you… I’ll have to punish you, Mistress.”

“It’s not fair.”

What? Did you just mishear her, or was Mistress… talking back to you? Since when did she have the trunk? You gaze upon her, still seeing that strange mix of emotions… shame and anger, but mixed with lust and desire, as it often was with her… but was there resolve in there, as well? “What was that, Mistress?”

“It’s not fair,” she repeated herself. Having gotten her one rehearsed line out, her resolve only faltered slightly as she continued. “I have been good. I’ve been a good Mistress. I’ve done everything you told me to.”

“You think you should be rewarded? I thought that owning a pet like me was its’ own reward~” You relished in the honest selfishness she was displaying, made all the more delectable by the shame she had in admitting it. Like all affini, your mistress was a needy creature, driven by her lusts and her biological urges, after all. “Go on. Tell me what you think you deserve.”

“I… I think…”

“Yes?”

“I deserve to put my injector in you.”

“Oh, do you? And then what happens?”

“And pump my drugs in you.” She described it so clinically, so matter-of-factly, it was almost easy to ignore the immense duress she seemed to be placed under merely by uttering her desires aloud. Barely-restrained desire and shame threatens to split her in twain like lightning through a hollow tree, but from the outside, she was still holding it together.

“So very honest… you know I love that about you, Mistress~” You give her a knowing glance. “But tell me, why should I oblige this selfish request?”

“Because… because it’s been weeks. You have been… teasing me so much. You know that an affini can barely resist the plushness of your bare, smooth skin… and you’ve been flaunting it. I see it every day…” You feel her hungry gaze upon you. “But whenever it’s time for me to inject you, you won’t let me… You make me inject in Dr. Koúkla, or on the… the floor. Or not at all. It’s… not fair. I’m sorry that I have… needs, pet.”

“You need me, Mistress?”

“Y… yes.” You see her injector twitch slightly. “I… need you so bad, pet. You’re all I think about. When we’re apart… all I see is your smooth skin, so desperately needing to be covered in perfect little pinpricks… and whenever you’re near, all I can imagine is wrapping you up and enveloping you entirely as I fill you up with my love.” She stares at you, so desperately imploring. “Please, pet. It would feel so good for you, too. Please let me take you there.”

“Well. I can’t say it doesn’t feel nice to be wanted.” With your tone of voice, you deflated your Mistress’s lusty pleas. As if that described the full extent of the needy, desirous gaze she had affixed upon you. “Very well. Give me the flower.”

With demure cautiousness, she extends her injector flower to you, resting it softly in your hand. So well-trained she was becoming. Gone was the typical affini habit of simply penetrating anything that moves without their permission simply because the affini has their “best interests” in mind; now, even when asked for, your mistress maneuvered her injector with utmost consideration, and would never put it in you without asking. This is something you thought impossible months ago, but you finally had proof: affini could be taught manners.

All of this almost made you feel terrible about what you did next, but Mistress still had been bad, after all. And if she thought she would be escaping her punishment, she would be sorely mistaken.

“Pet? What… what is this?”

You allowed her to withdraw her injector from your grasp, revealing a small black band, wrapped tightly around the base of her injector flower like it was made of elastic rubber.

“Ta-da! It’s a new little ring, just for you!”

“What is the meaning of this?” She’s flustered and baffled, and you’d like to imagine it’s not only because of the sudden stimulating pressure her xenodrug reservoir is feeling.

“It’s not a wedding ring, silly! Don’t get too excited!” You run your hand over her mossy back reassuringly, with a chuckle. “Think of it like a collar just for your injector~” The word collar sends her bewilderment into a growing spiral of shame. A collar was a thing for a pet species like you, not for affini like her, and she knew it. This collar, while small and unassuming, was a perversion of the way things were, the way things should be. But judging from the way it was causing her to burn up, there was a part of her that felt right like this. And it was causing her to burn up. “As long as you got this on, you won’t be able to shoot out any of your silly little drugs. They’ll stay right where they belong, in your flower~”

“They… oh… they belong inside you, pet….” She squirms and writhes under your touch, vines wriggling hypnotically in tandem.

You gently grab her now-bound injector. “Is that really the case, when this little collar fits you so perfectly?”

She squirms, and writhes, and twitches. “Pet this isn’t fairrrrr-“

“Need I remind you, you ungrateful slut?” You forcefully grip her by the head-leaves, even as she averts her gaze from yours, leaning in while still holding the injector which seems to be attempting to gently pulse in your grasp. “You own me. There is not a force in the universe, physical or legal, that can stop an affini from getting what it wants. So, the fact that your injector isn’t currently sheathed in me and delivering its payload must prove that you want this more.” She’s weakly attempting to squirm her head away from your grip, afraid of what she knew might be coming next, but you held firm. “You want to be treated like this. You want to be treated like my needy, slutty little fl-“

“Don’t say it. Please.” She shriveled up before you could get the word out, vines knotted tightly. She was so vulnerable to being called such a simple, common word? Maybe you were wrong earlier. Your mistress wasn’t a sprout… she was a seed. And like all seeds… she would come to realize it in time, and bloom into a lovely, perfect little thing. And she would be all yours.

“Okay, Mistress. I won’t call you that.” You lean in and whisper, gripping the side of her head which seems to recoil at her touch. “For now~” Her vines bristled where your hot breath touched her.

“Anyways, time to relax!” You make a big show of flopping down onto the bed next to your Mistress, something she likely would have found adorable if she was any condition to look at you, still reeling from embarrassment as she was. “Hmm… I really could use something to take the edge off!”

“Pet, please…” She cursorily raised her twitching, still-bound injector. “You know I can help you with that…”

“Oh, I know!” You exclaim, completely ignoring her. You pull out a small translucent bottle, sealed with a cap and containing a number of small pills. “Some good old-fashioned terran drugs! They’re way better than your nasty xenodrugs~”

“Are… are you serious, pet?” Her expression at this point read as more offended than anything. “This is so unfair…”

“Why wouldn’t I be serious? Drugs made by the Accord are obviously superior to anything you detestable xenos could produce~” You pop open the bottle and take one of the pills.

“Pet, I…” She seems almost… annoyed? “I don’t know if I’m in the mood for the feralism stuff right now…”

“Oh, you’re not? What are you in the mood for, then?” You tease, knowing precisely what it is she’s in the mood for.

“You… you know exactly what I want, pet…” She raises her wavering flower once more, petals spread. “I don’t think you should be teasing me like this right now…” She shivers and winces, looking away.

“Ah, right! How could I forget? Silly me~” You smack your head in an exaggerated fashion. “But you need to ask yourself, is it even worth it to put that in me at this point? Seeing as you can’t release even a drop right now. All you’d be doing is teasing yourself even further~”

“It’s worth it…” she moans breathily. Hungrily, her fully-primed injector reaches for your soft skin, just barely prodding against you before you swat it away.

“I never said you could, Mistress!”

“Pet… I’m sorry.” She holds her head in her vines and shivers again, letting out more heavy, hot expirations. “Something’s… different today. I’m worried…”

“What could you have to be worried about?” You try to scooch yourself closer to her, but she shudders and shies away. “I should be the one that’s worried, about your bad behaviour.”

“Me too…” She sounds more like she’s talking to herself at this point. “Don’t wanna do something bad…”

“I’m also pretty worried about how hot I’m feeling all of a sudden… Did someone turn up the heat in here?” You begin shucking the clothes that felt like they were sticking to your skin off yourself, tossing them off the side of the bed. “Damn, those pills act fast.”

“You don’t want to do this, pet…” She’s shriveled and curled in on herself, avoiding any potential glimpse of the tantalizing skin you were currently unveiling.

“You know, you’re right. I don’t want you all withered like this all night. It’s really a downer. I’ll put my clothes back on.”

As soon as she looks up at you, she immediately curls back up with a shudder, realizing her mistake. Of course you hadn’t put anything back on, and she had just caught a glimpse of you fully nude from the waist up. So much soft terran skin, plush in some places and firm in others, but all of it prime real estate for a needle. The sticky petals of her injector lap at nothing as she gently drags the flower across the bedsheet, anything to attempt to relieve the itch she must be feeling.

“Not fair… oh, dirt, it isn’t fair, petttt….”

“No need to be such a prude, Mistress~” Lifting your legs up and lying on your back, you finish removing your clothes, now fully nude. “There we go, that’s much better.” You sidle up to her, but she’s still trying to recoil away, afraid of herself, of what she fears she may be capable of. You were unconcerned, however. Your Mistress was a subby little houseplant, at her core. And that’s all she would ever be.

“You’ve seen me countless times, Mistress. Tell me, what is it you’re so afraid of?”

“I… I can’t say.” Her deep voice is now barely a whisper.

“Oh, Mistress. There’s no need to be so tightly wound.” You reach your very very soft hand to her head and stroke. You were now petting your mistress. “Just because you’re an affini doesn’t mean you have to be an ancient, gnarled knot of secrets.”

“Ohhhh…” Eyes still covered by vines, her root of a tongue lolls out from between her sharp teeth.

“Tell you what.” You press your nude body against her, and she trembles. “I’ll allow you to touch me how you want with your vines, on one condition.” You feel her tense up as you say this, obviously listening intently to the terms you were about to lay out. Or maybe her core had just shut down upon hearing that she would be allowed to touch you as she wants. “If your injector so much as grazes me, we are done. Do you understand?”

With a wordless, hungered fervor, her vines are upon you. All at once, your hair is tousled and your ears are tickled and your neck is stroked and your middle is squeezed and your nipples are pinched. Her all-encompassing touch, as forceful as it can be while still being delicate, is still that of a lover, impassioned and tender even as she looms over you, letting out bestial snarls and moans, hot breath escaping from sharp, agape fangs. While her face was now fully uncovered, she was still unable to look at you… still denying herself.

Your senses are filled with the myriad little expressions of your Mistress’s love, each little touch of a vine still distinct if you were to pay attention to it, but threatening to blur together into a maelstrom of pleasurable sensations, heightened as they were by the drugs you had taken earlier. It’s this ability to distinguish each little touch, not completely lost to the pleasure as you were, that allows you realize that one of the lines being traced over you, specifically along your upper back, was sharper than the others. Far too pointed to be merely a vine.

You wriggle in her grasp, and she immediately relents, pulling her vines (and her injector) away. Her rhythms play confusion, as if she hadn’t fully realized exactly what she was doing, before quickly being replaced with an angered shame upon the realization that yes, she was about to stick you. All of this played out on a backdrop of some of the most intense lust you had ever seen, a core-lust originating from the deepest part of your Mistress and threatening to overtake and consume everything.

“Didn’t I tell you?” You turn away, hopping off the bed. “We’re done here.”

As you make your way to the exit of the room, disappointed in your Mistress’s lack of self-control, you are stopped. You turn to see your Mistress, stepped off the bed with her hand wrapped around your wrist like a vice. She glares down at you, that lusty backdrop having become a swirling hurricane of pure need. Not even a fleck of shame remained in that deep swirl.

“Mistress?” You pull your arm, attempting to free it from her grasp, but it’s like trying to pull a mountain. You aren’t able to budge even a single vine. “We’re finished. Let me go.”

“No.”

Suddenly, you are lifted and yanked back onto the bed in one fluid, effortless motion. With nary an ability to resist, you are placed back onto the bed, facing up towards your Mistress. She looms over you once again, this time the full extent of her gaze upon you, waves of need spiraling out from it like the accretion disk of a black hole.

“I hope you know that thi-“

A vine is shoved in your mouth, with more wrapping around your face and gagging you instantly. Your heart rises up through your throat as the breath is knocked out of you, forcing deep, frantic breath through your nose. You reflexively try to raise your hands to your face to pry the intrusion out from your mouth, but she scoops your wrists together with one hand, pinning them above your head. You attempt to writhe and squirm, but her other arm puts a stop to that, easily pinning down your middle as your legs are pushed down by her weight. You struggle in her grasp, but it’s useless; the arm holding you down was far stronger than all the muscles in your body put together.

For a second, all she did was stare down at you. You shot your eyes from side to side frantically, attempting to find something, anything. Of course, there was nothing you could do… at least physically. You knew as well as anyone that you, as a terran, a member of a pet species, stood zero chance of providing any meaningful physical resistance against an affini. But there might still be a way you could escape from this.

You watch with dawning horror as she raises her injector flower in front of you, gently swaying it in front of you as your wide eyes follow it. Deliberately and effortlessly, she reaches another vine to it and plucks the band from it, as easy as popping the cap of a bottle. Now, with nothing inhibiting the flow of her precious, thought-obliterating xenodrugs, her intent for you was made clear. You were about to be violated.

With a panicked whimper, you redoubled your efforts, squirming and biting at the vines that filled your mouth. Obviously, you wouldn’t be able to escape, but maybe you could dislodge the vines in your mouth enough to say something, some choice words that would halt your Mistress in her tracks. As bestial as she was acting now, she was still a slut that could be controlled with the right words, and evidently, she knew it too, seeing as she bound your mouth first. She was still yours. You could still correct this misbehaviour.

This small glimmer of hope drove your actions, drove you to fight, even against the odds. However, her next actions served to reaffirm the one thing all terrans knew, or would eventually come to know, about the affini: you never stood a chance.

She roughly pushes your hands down before moving the hand that held down to your head, gripping your hair roughly and pulling your face forward, forcing you to stare deep into the swirling abyss in front of you. As you felt yourself slip into that swirling blackness, that rising, stomach-churning dread filled you as you knew that your little resistance ended here.

“No more words.”

As the coolness of her command washes over you, you feel yourself go limp, not through any compulsion, but just out of sheer despair and resignation. It was over. You had lost, and were now at her whim. She released the vines from your mouth, knowing now that you would be good and docile for her, having taken away your last and only weapon against her. You hear some distant part of you screaming at you to fight, to say something, anything, before that needle plunged into you and erased your remaining will, rendering you a toy in your Mistress’s grasp, but you didn’t listen, that part of you buried under a rippled haze.

You crane your head weakly to see her injector flower descending towards the softest part of your middle, and you feebly wiggle against it, buying you maybe an extra millisecond before you feel it penetrate you, burying itself deep within you. The vine it is attached to gyrates, attemping to get as far inside as possible, and the petals on the side of the flower latch onto your skin, sucking greedily and hungrily. She lets out a guttural moan, gnashing her teeth and flecking saplike drool onto you. Her vines return with a vengeance, touching and groping and squeezing every last inch of you, relenting only when Mistress grabbed you by the hair again, forcing you to look up at her again. This time, she reigned in her biorhythms, not attempting to instill any compulsion in you. She had already forced your submission, and that was all she needed to enjoy you. No, this time, she wanted to see the look on your face as she pumped herself in you.

Throb.

A twisted, ecstatic smile overtook her face, and she let out a primal growl. You feel your heart betray you, pumping Her through your system, filling every extremity with heat. You feel your cheeks flush and your eyes dilate, and she eagerly drinks it in.

Throb.

Another hit takes you to indescribable heights, far greater than those weak drugs you took earlier did. But you know she still has more, much more to give. She’s drawing it out… savouring it. Not out of any mercy to you, but simply out of wanting to enjoy you for as long as possible.

Throb.

Her vines wrap you up, surrounding you from all angles as she descends on your further, as if to consume you. She moans and snarls predator noises. Affini noises. You were bringing her so much pleasure, and there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

Throb.

She leans into your collarbone and bites, sinking her long, sharp teeth deep into you. It fills you with a piercing pain that makes you seize up. It hurts. It feels really good, but it hurts. You feel her run her hot tongue over your flesh filling her mouth, and you shiver. She emits a muffled growl, causing you to vibrate.

Throb.

It no longer hurts. It just feels good. You’re moaning and whimpering prey noises. Terran noises. She pulls her teeth out of you, and where air rushes into your wounds, it just feels lovely and tingling oh so nicely. You stare up at her blearily as she rears up. Even as she used you, she was still so pretty, so perfect.

Throb.

Before your eyes, your Mistress unravels, descending upon and around you, wreathing you in vines. It was as if the the clouds had parted, and now the sun lay before you, a beautiful, swirling, pulsing star, a life-giving light. Starfall came in the form of her core coming down upon you, pushing you down onto the bed, suffusing you with light.

Throb.

Mistress grinded her core down onto you like a pestle. She's single-mindedly using you like a toy for her own satisfaction, not even knowing or caring that it's the best thing you've ever felt. Even if you weren’t weakly wrapping your limbs around the blissful, glowing core, she would ensure that each cell of your body was marked with her rhythm.

Throb.

She pulls her core away. How could she do that? How could she be so cruel? These thoughts lasted only a second, before she brought her core back down upon you in a movement that could only be described as humping. She was fucking you like you were just a core-stimulator, and with each thrust it felt like more and more of the good feelings were compressed into your soul.

Throb.

Only one thought filled your addled mind: don't stop. Why couldn't you say it? Why couldn't you scream it at the top of your lungs? Why were things so... unfair? Why are the Affini so unfair? Maybe you were a fool to think you could ever tame one, when everything about them is designed to make you fall in love with your own submission.

Throb.

The vines wrapping around you had met in the back, and they now lifted you up from all sides, carrying you to your final destination: inside your Mistress, pressed against her core like a good little toy. Darkness creeps around the edges of your vision, but never the middle, dominated as it was by Mistress. Around you, she still rumbles and shakes, moaning in bliss as your mere presence continues to pleasure her from the inside.

Throb. Throb. Throb.

Still her injector remains deep inside you, and at this point, it seemed as though she had given up any pretense of pacing herself, roaring as she unloaded each and every remaining drop inside you. With each throbbing pulse you feel it pumped through your body, as if Mistress's injector had overpowered your own heart and had taken charge of circulating fluids through you. And each of these pulses filled more of your vision with light. With Her. Maybe she had completely supplanted the rhythms of your own body with hers, as every time her core and injector pulsed, you pulsed too, like you were merely an extension of her. Were you still cognizant enough to codify that feeling, you may have concluded that yes, you were an extension of her, and that was the way things should be, and you want to never be apart from her, just a perfect little part of her body, an organ in charge of generating pleasure for Mistress. But, as you were, completely saturated with liquid joy, all you can feel is a nonspecific sense of belonging, barely discernable from the all-encompassing bliss that dominates your body. With her in your heart and mind as fluid and radiance, you passed into a dreamlike bliss state, one free of time and space, your own little universe suffused with your own perfect light. And it was good.

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In the dark room, your mistress lay on the plush bed, and you lay on top of her, the two of you breathing heavily and slowly. The cool rush of xenodrug counteragents washed over you as you regained your senses and your thoughts. You're resting atop your mistress, but she refrains from touching you, vines tucked away and injector hidden back in its' flower after administering the counteragents for the mind-melting dose you had received previously. It was too raw, too soon for her to touch you again... too soon for both of you.

"Pet... I'm so sorry. I lost control."

You glanced up at her, taking a sip from the water bottle she had brought you. Her face reflected sadness, genuine and deep, marred with disappointment and anger. She felt horrible about what happened, clearly. You couldn't let this tear her apart. It would not do to see your precious mistress withered and sad like this.

"Oh, Mistress... we talked about this, remember? We acknowledged that you losing control like this was a possibility..."

"I... I didn't think it would ever actually happen, though. I thought I was in control of myself..."

She had lost control, yes, but in truth, she had been quite merciful. If she hadn't robbed you of your ability to speak, you could have said something... that you couldn't recover from. That would've permanently asserted your status as below her. By taking away your ability to resist, you never had to admit that in that moment, you didn't want to resist. Of course, you were a floret, technically, but the thought that you were much closer to the stereotypically mindless, blissed-out floret than you ever could have imagined you were... it scared you.

"It's okay, Mistress. Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe this gets us closer to understanding what we want. What we need."

"I feel like what we want and what we need might be different. I... I just don't know, pet."

"What do you mean?"

"Can we... make this work? Can I escape my nature as an affini?"

"Dear... your nature as an affini is what makes you caring. It's what makes you patient."

"I'm not convinced, pet... I lost my patience tonight, and I took advantage of you in an uncaring way, and it feels so... wrong, but right, in a way. Do you know what I mean?"

It did feel right. You did know what she meant, and she knew it. You were afraid of how right it felt. Maybe, just as Mistress couldn't escape her nature as an affini, you couldn't escape your nature as a terran. Maybe your lot as a pet species was to be docile and blissed out, just as hers was to be the owner. Maybe... it was pointless to even try.

You remembered the important thing that all terrans have learned or will learn: you never stood a chance against the affini. If you didn't stand a chance against the affini, and you couldn't change your own nature... then there was no point of even trying, right? You might as well just deliver yourself into the vines of an affini and let them sculpt you into the happiest version of yourself, or whatever they chose.

You glanced at your mistress, so timid and full of worry. If only things were so simple. The truth was, affini were not perfect, and some of them fought every day against their own nature and the expectations the Compact had of them. And yet... they too were worth nurturing, worth protecting. You were but a small, insignificant terran, but... maybe you could help. The two of you on your own stood no chance at changing things, but maybe together... you could find a way.

"We don't talk like this enough, do we?"

"No, pet. It's been a while."

"You know... maybe for tonight, we shouldn't be mistress and pet. Maybe... we can just be two people, trying to figure something out.

"That... that sounds nice, dear."

"We are a team, after all. We have to be."

"It's not the typical affini-floret relationship, that's for sure."

"I'm glad you agree."

"What about tomorrow?"

"I mean... you basically ignored my consent and violated me. You have a big punishment coming, dear."

"Oh... That's fair."

"But for tonight, I don't want you worrying about it... or anything."

"You got it~"

"Hey, don't get too excited about it either! Just don't even think about it!"

"Sorry. You know me too well."

You rolled over, resting gently in the crook of your partner's chest. You knew you had a long night ahead, with a lot of complicated feelings to unpack between the two of you. Even still... you were looking forward to it. It might take a lot of punishment, and discipline, and tempered expectations, and well-timed vulnerability, but you knew that somehow, the two of you would be okay.

At least for tonight.