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Malus Sylvestris, 7th bloom, had an issue. You see, there's this adorable little sophont, a wonderful little darling named Ashley, and Malus adores her to Terra's moon and back.
The problem is, she's independent.
Now, independence is more of a polite suggestion to an Affini, and Malus could just take the cutie for herself and no one would stop her. However, Malus was, like many Affini, a romantic. She couldn't just take the adorable little flower like some lovestruck firstbloom, she needed the romance, the gradual acceptance of her future pet's rightful place in her vines. Except, well, the two of them haven't actually met.
One would assume the two of them being strangers would be an obstacle in the way of their romance, but thankfully Malus had long since delved into the records of her chosen cutie, and knew everything she needed to sweep her future pet off her feet.
Hence her current form for their star-crossed meeting: 8 foot tall, thick mane of softly textured leaves for hair, delightfully fragrant apple blossoms artfully styled into a faux sun dress, and her ultimate key to success, a pair of deliciously oversized breast facsimiles. This form should easily fluster and arouse her sweet little Ashley, setting her delightfully off-kilter enough for Malus to worm her way into her little one's heart!
The meeting place was an easy choice, as Ashley often frequented a local J-Cafe (a sign of her deeply hidden desire to be a pet, obviously) for lunch, and after having meticulously tracked her schedule for the past few cycles, Malus is certain she'll be eating there for lunch today.
The cafe itself is what you'd expect: soft, plush, lots of places for blissed out J-pets to run around and hide in. Malus takes her place at her designated table (near the entrance, clear window view) an hour early, just in case of any unexpected deviance from her mark's schedule. Almost certainly unnecessary given the extensive research she's done on her cutie, but better to be safe than sorry, as they say.
The hour passes quickly while she waits for her cutie to arrive, slowly absorbing her mineral water while carefully tweaking the balance between her breasts' bounciness and heft, and soon enough her pet arrives.
Her pet-to-be was apparently hairless before the Compact's arrival, due to some horrid condition called alopecia, but thankfully that has been corrected. Now she sports a glorious mane of thick, blonde hair that slowly transitions into a delightful pink. The rest of her is shockingly modest, pale skin dotted with various moles and freckles, and a modest figure adorned by equally modest clothing. In her research of her prey, she learned of something called a "dysphoria hoodie" and it was concerning that Ashley was wearing one right now, but she didn't seem withdrawn or uncomfortable in the slightest. Something to look into once her vines have properly taken root in her pet's will.
"Hey Lillian." Ashley nonchalantly waves to the Affini proprietess with all of the familiarity expected of a regular.
This interaction gives Malus pause. She hadn't considered the possibility of competition. She knew for an absolute fact that she was the only Notice of Intent her sweet Ashley had on record (a few quick conversations made sure of that), but that didn't prevent her dear Ashley from having misplaced feelings for some other Affini. A quick glance at Lillian's chest facsimile, or lack thereof, reassured her that she was no threat. Extensive research into Ashley's preferences show that she's uninterested in breasts smaller than the size of her head, and Lillian was far below her sweet's strike zone.
Ah, the moment Malus has been waiting for! Ashley's eyes locked with her own for just a brief moment, and, seizing the opportunity, Malus pushes the full force of her hypnotic rhythm into her eyes. The enchanting swirl of colors of infinite depth is sure to ensnare and enthrall her delectable prey, allowing her to swoop in and- wait, why is Ashley going to another table.
Malus couldn't believe it, how could her hypnotic rhythm not work? That was the moment! Their quite literally enchanting first eye contact, the moment where their lives forever intertwined, the start of their whirlwind romance! How could she have so casually ignored the pull of their destiny together!? What the frost!?
Fine, so be it, a minor setback such as this is nothing to an Affini, and certainly not one in love. She'll simply have to improvise.
Malus stoodd up, leaving her seat and plan behind, and walked over to where her target now sat. Ashley, the sweet dear, was petting an adorable little bunnyboy, with a heartwarmingly peaceful look on her face. Malus will do everything in her power to make sure her future pet looks like that forever, but it wouldn't do to get ahead of herself. First, her poor pet needs to be rescued from her independence.
With a smooth flourish, Malus sits herself across from her prey, making sure to keep her biorhythm loud and untamed, while pushing forward hypnotic pressure into the cognitohazardous markings she had carved into her breast facsimiles. Preparing the voice she had specifically tailored for maximum "Mommy energy" as the florets put it, Malus spoke to her pet for the first time.
"Hello dear."
Ashley turned to look at her future owner with just enough surprise to tell that she hadn't noticed the Affini sit down. "Oh, uh hi. Did you need something?"
"Nothing urgent dear, I simply saw you by yourself and decided to sit with you. My name is Malus Sylvestris, 7th bloom, she/her pronouns." Malus put on her most enticing smile, and she would swear up and down that Ashley blushed upon seeing it.
"Ashley Boyd, she/they. Nice to meet you Malus." Now it was Ashley's turn to smile, and Malus felt her core seize up at the cuteness of it. Malus felt her injectors drip fluid onto the carpeted floor, eager to find purchase in her prey's flesh, yet she restrained herself.
"Wonderful, dear. Now, I suppose I should ask if you've lived on this planet long?" Malus, of course, already knew the answer. Ashley's rich history of life on this planet was well documented, and Malus spent countless hours pouring over every scrap of documentation on her future pet. But to hear it from the horse's mouth as it were was a treat in and of itself.
"Well, I was born here, and have lived here all my life. Nothing too terribly interesting, my parents came here for work and-"
Ashley drooled around the vine currently lodged in her throat, her pathetic whimpers drowned out by Malus's dominance of her airway. Each stroke of her cock forced yet more sounds that Malus drank up eagerly, as she toyed and pleasured her pet far beyond the point of overstimulation. Yet, despite how close her pet has come, she would never cum without permission. She was too well trained, and would never disobey her Mommy's orders. So as Malus teased and dominated her delectably helpless pet, she relished just how weak and submissive this former "independent" has become due to her loving guidance. Truly her pet needs her, needs her touch, needs her to-
"Uh, Malus, you listening?" Ashley waved a hand in front of the daydreaming Affini's face.
"Oh, yes! Sorry." Malus sheepishly smiled, internally kicking herself for so obviously losing focus like that.
"It's alright, I told you, nothing terribly interesting." Ashley shrugged, giving the blissed out bunnyboy another caring pet, before shooing him away with a pat on the butt.
"Petal, you're plenty interesting. I was simply distracted by your beautiful hair. It's a gorgeous color, perfect for an adorable sophont like yourself."
"Ah, thanks." Ashley looked sheepish, and Malus was over the moon. Important note about her pet, weak to compliments.
"You're welcome dear. Now, I'd love to know about any hobbies you might have, but I believe your food is here."
Ashley adorably turned to see a maid floret carrying her drink and sandwich on a platter, and the way her eyes lit up in excitement lit a fire in Malus's core.
"Ooh, thanks Jen." She took her meal with endless glee, happily tearing a bite of her sandwich as soon as it hit the table. "Mmm... you guys make the best sandwiches."
Malus immediately analyzed the contents of the sandwich, memorizing it for future meal time between her and her pet. It was a surprisingly bland meal, being a quite simple ham and cheese sandwich with some plain water. It was enough to raise the question, "I'm surprised you enjoy the sandwich as much as you do. It seems rather plain."
"Ah," Ashley wiped her mouth of any wayward drool, "my parents used to make these when I was young. Nothing terribly complicated, since we weren't exactly rich, but I have good memories of them."
Hmm, that little detail wasn't in her file. Malus couldn't help but smile. A piece of information only she knows about her pet. So it is with love in her heart when she slips a few drops of Class-C counteragent into her sweetheart's water, because its been several minutes now and her pet to be hasn't once fell under her hypnotic spell. Being an independent, she's likely on a steady dose of biorhythm blockers, which would explain why she hasn't fallen madly in love with her owner yet. Thank goodness Malus was there to correct that unfortunate mistake.
The results were immediate, Ashley suddenly was a lot less interested in her sandwich and a lot more interested in her Mommy's breasts. Abandoning all pretense, Malus gently took her pet into her vines, wrapping her in vines until she was nice and snug in her owner.
"You... drugged me." Ashley said, trying to blink through the biorhythmic haze.
"Yes I did." Malus softly caressed the top of her pet's head, love radiating from every leaf, "I noticed those pesky Class-C's were getting in the way of us getting to know each other, as it were, so I removed them. You're welcome, petal."
Ashley struggled to free herself from the possessive grasp, but her ineffectual writhing only made the Affini giggle. More vines joined the rest, sliding underneath her clothes and tightening around her soft, vulnerable flesh, until Ashley's pitiful struggle was finally silenced.
Resigning herself to her new position, Ashley began another approach. "Why? Why- why are you doing this?"
"Simple," Malus cooed, a single smooth vine stroking her pet's cheek, "I wanted you, so I will have you." An injector vine slithered up to Ashley's thigh, and a small poke was the only warning as burning heat flared throughout her entire body.
"You see sweetheart, I know everything about you." Another poke, and an outpouring of pure love threatened to spill from Ashley's lips.
"I know your fondness for role-playing games, your endless love for all animals, but especially rabbits, and, of course, all of those adorable florn videos you pleasure yourself to." Another poke, and suddenly the dam holding back Ashley's chemically induced love disappeared, and babbling declarations of adoration flowed freely from her lips.
"I know your tastes, your fondness for "Mommies" as you so delightfully put it in all of those text chats you have with your cute little floret friends. I know how much you, quote, "Want to drown in fat, jiggly sloshers." Adorably put, petal, and a dream I will happily provide for you."
In a single fluid motion, Ashley found herself encased between massive planty tits, several vines trapping her there as oxygen was replacing with the hypnotic fruity scent of her Affini stalker. Each breath softened her mind, made her feel floaty and soft, helped along as the planty boobs began to massage her temples, drowning her thoughts in squishy softness. A miniscule voice in her head told her how wrong this was, but the rest of her eagerly gave in to her titlust.
Minutes passed in bliss as she luxuriated in her Mommy's soft breasts, inhaling the independence destroying scent of her soon-to-be owner. She was in marshmellow heaven, gleefully losing herself to the motions, the softness, to her wildest horny fantasies. Ones that only continued as she was gently guided to suck on a faux-nipple, a tangy nectar filling her mouth while a smooth vine enveloped her cock in bliss.
Her whole body tingled as the delicious taste of Mommy's milk made her body buzz with pleasure, the soft, teasing strokes on her cock sending her thoughts spiraling into the abyss. She was no longer Ashley, now only a thoughtless pleasure-fueled mess of pitiful moans and frantic humping.
"M-mommy- Mommy!"
"Oh how I love to see you like this, my sweet little darling pet. But alas, I do intend to romance you, and these indulgences are better remembered in the bedroom. The Class-B's can wait, however, until after you finally Cum For Mommy."
. . .
The thing about having wild sex with an Affini stranger is that you usually don't remember it. It's well known at this point that they love to toy with your mind, and memories are fair game to be removed and replaced as suits their needs. And that's all well and good, and very hot of course, but they don't usually forget to actually inject you with Class-B's before they pretend that nothing happened.
Hi, I'm Ashley, and an Affini just fucked me in public and is now pretending that never happened. Which puts me in an awkward situation, doesn't it? Am I supposed to ask for the memory destroying drug, if only so I can play along with this charade? Because she's now asking about my hobbies when she just admitted to stalking me.
So now I have to awkwardly explain my DND campaign to an Affini who sculpted herself to be as hot as possible to specifically me, while pretending like I didn't just have the most mind-blowing sex possible just 5 minutes ago. And even worse, this dorky forgetfulness on her part only makes her more attractive, because now I know she's kind of an idiot and my morosexuality is kicking in and aughhhh, I'm fucking cooked chat. I'm gonna be a pet to this dumbass plant and I'm gonna fucking love it.
Maybe I should just tell her, I don't know. She clearly has this big plan in mind where she sweeps me off my feet, and I guess if she's having fun with it, it's fine. I've already mentally thrown my independence in the trash, so if my new Mistress wants to toy with me, I guess that's okay.
Hopefully for her sake, she doesn't forget the Class-B's next time.