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I’m what everyone else would call 'That' Floret.
I’m a cute dumb puppy of a girl, eyes stained permanently gold from Ω-class drug binges, waggy tail, cute fat tummy, the works. I have a nice little flower implant on the side of my head to keep me topped up on half the xenodrug alphabet, and a slut streak that's hard to top. Unlike me.
Daddy told me that when she picked me up from the J-cafe, she renamed me Amy, since it’s easy to remember. It’s a good thing too, since I forget a lot of things, like what year it is, or having ever been in a J-cafe, or what being sober feels like. But that isn’t bad. I love Daddy, and she loves me just the way she made it so I am.
I lay in my little pet bed on the corner of Daddy’s desk, rubbing my face against the nice texture of the stuffies and pillows. I can’t help but hump mindlessly against mister sharky- he doesn’t mind, though. Every motion makes me more aware of the massive plug in my hole, but it isn’t like thrusting against a stuffie accomplishes anything else, other than getting the wiggly energy out.
I don't get that kind of relief. My little puppy parts are completely encased in a semisoft resin, a perfectly sealed cage that encloses the entire package and numbs any vibration anyone has ever tried putting against it. I had to be sealed up, because otherwise I would just touch myself all day. Daddy said it was cute, but left my other needs unmet, and I didn't really need to cum ever again.
One of my Owner’s pink vines squeezes at my belly, and I shudder at the overwhelming stretch of the inflating toy in my ass. It doesn't stay a single size, of course. It’s not there for the sake of being there- it would be one of her vines if it was, I'm such a good vinewarmer. But no. My body is being trained today while Daddy works.
The toy expands inside me and deflates on a loop, a hiss of air marking when it has reached the peak and starts to shrink again. The pattern is unpredictable, and sometimes it spends so long at the largest size I want to shiver and kick my feet.
At its biggest I start to feel tingles in my legs, and when it finally shrinks back down I let out a massive breath of relief before the stretching starts again. Ten pumps is the most I've ever taken since this morning, and that was big enough to make me feel like there wan't even any room for me in my body anymore.
When Daddy started size training me a few days ago, three pumps felt big enough to make me burst. Now I barely feel anything until six. The first few pumps are a waiting game until the expansion becomes more noticeable, the size of a human fist inside me.
I can’t touch, and the stretching feeling inside my ass is the best worst kind of torture.
“Daddy, it’s… so big…”
She doesn't look up from what she's working on at her desk, though the vine giving me scritches does move to behind my ear. “I know, petal, but you know why you have to have it in you right now.”
I did know why… sort of. I had been naughty, and was being punished. I don't know what rule I broke, and I don’t really know all the rules in the first place. That’s the game, of course. Half the rules are made up on the spot and the punishments are just to keep me nice and pliable.
I’m pretty sure the reason Daddy is acclimatizing my poor little puppy hole to being stretched is that she has been seeing another affini, who has a xenra pet who wants to knot me. But to suggest Daddy might have secondary motives was just begging to be disciplined more. I’m a good pet, I have to be prepared for the things that the other floret might want to do with me when our Owners want to enjoy us together.
I am familiar with what happens when Daddy brings me along on a date. I am coated in pollen and injected with her phytotoxin, over and over until anything remotely sapient drools out of every open hole on my body, and I feel hollow until someone fills me.
Wait, Daddy asked me something. I forgot what.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. The punishments are just what’s best for you.”
Her praise makes me feel so full of gooey love, and I feel tingles that run all the way from the intrusion of both of the holes I have below the tummy. It makes me want to touch myself so bad, but that isn't even a rule, that's just impossible.
She said once that maintenance punishments are important to teach good girls that they aren’t in control and don't need to worry. To make sure I don't forget how loved I am. I let out a scream as the plug expands to size twelve and holds it there for at least five full seconds before going back to tiny with a hiss of air. I feel so loved. Like I'm so full of love I'm going to explode. Also full in other senses, but the part of the chastity that extends inside of me is in charge of draining that pressure, not me.
There is a ding, and I check the message after finding my tablet in the pile of plushies. A flirtatious inquiry from my neighbor Averie, asking what I'm doing. I sigh, and answer honestly that I'm being size trained again.
A moment later there is another ding, and I read the message telling me she is bored and is going to come over and fuck me.
She does not need to ask, of course. She can just tell me shes going to fuck me and she will. She already got permission to do whatever she wants with me from my Owner. No floret is people, but I'm less than that usually. Do Not Engage Executive Functions, it says on my file, asking me for permission to fuck me is apparently doing me an injustice.
I put down my tablet and scream into a pillow, first because blushing on xenodrugs feels intense, then again at the feeling of the plug expanding to eleven pumps.
My Owner looks down, six glowing purple eyes all focusing on me. “What’s got you fussy, darling?”
“Averie is coming over again, Daddy.”
“How lovely.” Daddy gives me a nice grope on my boobs and a kiss.
We stay like that for a bit until the doorbell rings. She picks me up, puts me on the floor, and gives me a loving shove on the butt to get me moving in the right direction.
I teeter over to the door as best I can given the tingling in my legs being caused by the toy inside me, and welcome her. My neighbor Averie is so pretty. She is in a sheer, semitranslucent magenta gown with a single strap over her right shoulder and panties that show off her gorgeous bulge.
“Hi, Averie!”
“Hello, Amy.”
I give her a nice hug, and we start back to the living room, though Averie slows me down by pushing me against the wall and kissing my face and neck over my collar. Her hands end up under my clothes quickly.
Finally, we make our way to the living room where Daddy is still working through a big stack of paperwork. Averie pulls me over to my backup pet bed, the one on the floor next to Daddy’s work desk, and sprawls across it after pulling her dress up. She helps me lay with my head in her lap, and her thighs feel so nice against my cheek. Her pretty cock pops free of her panties and boops me on the forehead.
“Here, girl. Go on.” I stare at her blankly. Averie is really pretty.
Averie giggles, and starts to thumb my flower and my eyes roll back. It’s where Daddy’s love blooms from inside my implant to the outside where everyone can see and touch. The most erogenous and sensitive part of my entire body. Every time anyone rubs at the center, my implant squirts gooey amber heat into my bloodstream. She is only touching the petals, though. She wants me to do something to earn my reward.
“Wanna be good, please? How do I be good?”
She laughs, and she sounds both childish and sadistic. “You already forgot, huh? Use your mouth. Or do I need to get some peanut butter for you?”
Averie shoves my face between her thighs, I get a face full of her balls, and breathe in deep. She smells like grass and strawberries and sweat. Acidic sweetness that eats away at my mind… Oh right, mouth.
I try to suck and lick at her, but I’m a little too uncoordinated to easily get my lips around her. I finally manage to line my lips up right, and the memorized motions finally take over so I don’t have to think about it anymore. She rewards me by pressing her thumb in on my sensitive flower in a little circle. I thrash and squirm, but obediently suck and lick and worship like i'm supposed to.
I’m starting to choke. She got so hard, and I can’t breathe around her. The plug is stretching me wide, and I have some vague awareness that I need air to not die. She just keeps pressing deeper, rocking into my throat.
“Good girl. I’m almost ready.” She hisses and grunts as she rocks herself against my face. I can’t inhale, but the scent of her pubes against my nose is still quite strong.
My vision is starting to go white at the edges when a vine pulls me off Averie’s cock by the collar. I love Daddy so much, I don’t have to even have a reflex to save myself from fainting anymore, since it's easier to let her keep me safe and take care of it.
Averie kisses me sweetly on the forehead, and gives me a little sip of water from a bottle that Daddy passes her. It tastes like love and kindness. Fuck, I’m so unbelieveably high.
“You okay, Amy?”
“Green,” I say automatically, the conditioned response Daddy gave me to that question. A little rush of pleasure accompanies obeying the trigger.
“Okay, good. Because I want to fuck you, babe. The hole under your cute little tail, not under your cute little nose.”
I like when she pins me and fucks me. I feel so helpless and submissive. But I can't! I wince and point at my belly, coming dangerously close to having to think about how to communicate a more complex thought. “Can’t, cuz Daddy… Sorry.”
“Apology accepted,” my friend says with a grin. “Now go beg your Daddy to take it out, okay?”
I turn to her desk, and make my neediest pout. “Please can I have the plug out, Daddy?”
She makes a humming noise, and moves a paper from one pile to another. “Why do you need that?”
I wrack my brain, trying to think of why. I find nothing but a vague memory of the scent of Averie’s crotch, which makes my tail start wagging. What was I asking for again?
“I don’t remember.”
Averie giggles and helpfully reminds me. “She wants me to fuck her.”
Daddy smiles, and knowing I’m the subject of her adoring gaze fills me with addictive love. “Very well, then!”
With a final hiss of air, the plug goes down to minimum size, and Averie pulls it out by the base. I have a few blissful moments of being truly empty before she pushes my face forward into the pillows, pulls my skirt and panties down to my knees, and slides inside. I squeal at the roughness, but fortunately, Daddy made my hole always wet so nobody has to wait to fuck me.
Daddy watches with a smile from her desk as Averie pounds me against the floor. It feels so good for her to use me. Her cock slides in and out of me at her own pace, and I am left to focus on complex tasks like wagging my tail and make cute noises.
My hands find their way to my crotch instinctively. The liquid cage tightens as if to punish me, reminding me that I'm not in control. Sometimes I got so frustrated with being locked up. Why did this have to be what I begged for when Daddy took away my ability to lie? At least that's what she told me. I am a little hazy on the exact details of anything more than a week ago.
One of the other things I apparently asked for is to not be in control of needing the bathroom. The seal of sap covers a little valve mechanism that goes inside me. It’s made of the same stuff as the thin tendrils that she and other affini like to use to coat my sinuses with her sticky pollen. But this one feels like her specifically, and having my little puppyhole spread wide by her at all times feels so amazing.
Every thrust of Averie’s girldick inside me presses right against the button that makes me feel like I'm going to burst. I’m glad I have no ability to control myself, since Daddy’s catheter vine does it for me. My vet said once that the bladder control muscles were atrophying from lack of use, so Daddy just had them removed when she had me fixed. I don’t know what that means, but she made sure the vet did it, because it's good puppy care.
The valve is the only thing that stops me from leaking, and it’s remote controlled. Always by Daddy, never by me, sometimes by friends, occasionally by Don’t Worry About It Sweetie. The last one likes making me humiliate myself in public unexpectedly the most. But when it's sealed like it usually is, I can only feel the pressure build and build until I whine and dance around and cry and beg. She likes to tickle me sometimes when I get really pent up. I love hating it so much.
Averie leans into my ear and whispers sweet words into my ear. “Such a good girl, a sweet thing, a good toy for all the other florets, but especially for me. So wanted, so desired.”
I try to arch myself back against her, but there isn't much I’m accomplishing by trying. The cold drip in my circulatory system is draining my ability to move, and all I need to be is a good, warm hole. She makes a little snarl and scratches me as she cums. I like feeling her twitch inside. It's not fair that she gets to cum. Being in permanent denial was what was best for me, but sometimes I almost wished Daddy would let me cum. She did a lot of times once, she told me, and now it's only for special training sessions.
Averie pulls out of me, and I keen at the aching emptiness. Daddy’s implant fills me with special good girl drugs while I'm being used since I supposedly used to try to fight people off me before my implant, and now I always feel so floaty and limp and extra obedient after. But the thrusting into me had pressed into all the places that made me feel how full I was. I stand, helplessly grasp at my own sealed puppy parts, and shift my balance from leg to leg.
“Please, I need to go now, so bad,” I whined.
Averie reaches into her pocket and pulls out her tablet. I guess Daddy gave her the controls again. I look at the door to the backyard, but Daddy hasn’t given Averie my leash. “Outside?”
“Inside.”
I look at Daddy, but she is still working and hasn’t said anything, so it must be okay.
It doesnt mean how I have to do it isn't still embarrassing.
There is only one position possible for this. The opening to the sealed resin cage is in the front, and it needs to point straight down, or else I break the rules about making a mess of myself as gravity works against me. I look at Averie, hoping she will take the hint and not look. The toothy grin on her face implies otherwise.
“Can you please look the other way?” I don’t expect mercy from her, but begging won’t hurt.
She laughs, and instead rotates her tablet and points the camera at me where I sit. “No. I want to watch you.”
I groan, get on all fours, hitch my skirt forward, and lift my leg like a good dog.
She opens the valve remotely, just barely enough that a tiny, pathetic steam escapes me. I moan with desperate abandon as even just a few drops are freed. If anyone but Daddy lets me go, it is just a partial drain- enough to make me stop crying but not enough to truly be free of the need. The feeling of always having to go used to be torture, but the more drugged I am the more I enjoy it. Euphoriants and bonding accelerants addicted me to the feeling long ago.
Daddy was very careful when she locked me up like this. The mechanism only opens fully for her tendrils. It reinforces my dependency on her, Daddy says, and when I beg like I’m supposed to until she takes the pressure away, it feels so good. To finally be completely empty. The only thing better than feeling full and desperate.
The flowing feeling stops, and the puddle of my dignity spilled onto the floor beneath me begins to shrink, sucked away by the tiles by technology I don't have the mental fortitude to understand. I know the hab always waits until I've stopped before it cleans, though.I start to try to get up, but a foot presses down on my head instead.
I whine in humiliation as Averie presses my face into the floor. It is pristine as if nothing ever spilled, but the gesture still carries obvious meaning.
“Figures your owner has to get a floor that can’t stay wet with you around. Guess I have to use the kind of problem solving skills a girl like you doesn’t have or need!”
The absorbent floor can’t stop it when the stream of liquid from her starts to splash against my face. Her foot carefully covers my ear to avoid getting in, but when it starts to hit the petals of my implant flower I start moaning, and once my mouth is open, well…
I want to cry in jealousy as she empties her bladder all over me, soaking my hair and back and tail fur and branding scars and my cute slutty top. It’s not fair that I’m so into being overstimulated and full. I whine, and feel the burning heat of a fresh dose of bonding enhancer drugs spreading through me. Just in case I wasn’t into this before, the implant responds to my debasement by chemically planting yet another lifelong fetish for a new form of humiliation.
She finally stops and removes her foot, and I cautiously open my eyes. I look up to see her camera still pointed at me. My cage throbs as I think of her sharing a video of humiliating me to the entire ship. It’s so torturously hot when she does that, last time it was a video of me licking her toes with my puppy hole spread and on display.
Averie loves to bully me, and I hate how much I enjoy it. All my friends love fucking me and making me embarrassed. Especially the friends Daddy chooses for me that are her friends' florets like Reiko. Some of them say they know who I am from before I was a floret and they like to cum in me and make me pant and whine and beg the most.
Some even like leaving nice bruises on me. I get lost thinking about the twins from hab ring two for a moment, but then I hear the chime of a bell I have been taught means something specific. A treat!
My eyes widen, my hands wiggle, my useless dick throbs. I love treats so much.They’re Daddy’s best special berry, acidic and sweet and overwhelming. It’s what she gives me most days when I’ve been a good girl, or a bonus one if I'm a very good girl on special occasions!
Averie lets me up, and I see the clock is pointing towards the spot Daddy drew a mark on so I could remember when snack time was. Averie was playing with me, so I forgot, but that’s what it has the bell for.
I crawl over to Daddy to kneel at the foot of her vines. My tail is wagging as I sink into my place and deep submissive bliss floods my brain, drool dripping on the floor. If Daddy had knees, I wouldn’t even come up to them like this. She holds the berry up between spindly fingers, and I need the treat. They're so tasty, even if I could cum, I would rather have a treat.
I hold my mouth open, desperate, waiting. The citrus scent is driving me crazy, making saliva pour down my chin. It's so close I can literally taste it, but I'm too well trained not to wait for permission.
Daddy’s hand stops with the little square treat sill sitting on my tongue, the pure intense scent burning my nostrils. I want to bite down so bad.
But then one of her leaves wiggles, as if tasting the air. Oh no, no no no no.
“Averie,” my Owner asks with a dramatic sigh. “Did Amy make a mess?”
The other floret giggles and even if I don't stop staring into Daddy's beautiful swirling eyes for even a second I can hear the sadistic grin in Averie’s voice when she answers. “Yeah, she managed to get my piss all over herself.”
Daddy pulled the treat away. I whined in desperation. “But… Treat!”
“Pet, you know the rules. No treats for naughty girls. Averie, would you do me a favor and help her wash off outside?”
I sniff quietly, and follow Averie out to the back garden with my tail between my legs.
Several minutes of the garden hose later, I am sprawled on the porch in a moaning puddle. Averie had started by covering me in a drugged soap and blasting me with an almost painful spray that makes me howl when it hits the bruises on my back. But eventually I was all clean, and then she decided it would be fun forcing the hose inside my stretched out puppy hole to fill me with water until I screamed, then watching me cry as it dribbled out from under my tail.
I start to dissociate slightly. I still hope Daddy still gives me a treat. I had smelled it, and it's all I can think of.
I am ripped back to the present when Averie twists the knob yet again, and I am filled so deep with water it makes me miss the training plug. Tears flow down my face from overstumulation, and when she pulls the hose nozzle free it feels like gallons of liquid come pouring out of me from the deepest places only Daddy’s vines can usually reach. It feels so unbelievably good every time. The swirling of bonding drugs drip into my bloodstream, fed by the implant. It doesn’t give me any new kinks, though. Averie has done this to me before.
When we come back in, Daddy is already waiting for us. I'm so happy! She's done working for today! I want to run around the whole house to get the zoomies out, but I only make it a few steps before she catches me.
Daddy sweeps me up in her arms and holds me so tight. I melt into a puddle of happy pet as she cuddles me. But being held by Daddy has a side effect. I feel it growing in my lower abdomen. The heat, the need. I need to submit to my Owner, to feel her claim me again after the other pet fucked me.
I need it. I need it so bad. “Please, Daddy,” I whine at her. “Please.”
She smiles, laughs quietly as she picks Averie up too, and carries us over to the couch. “Please what?”
“I need it, please, Daddy!” I sound like a whiny puppy. “Please fuck me, please, I need to ride in your lap.”
My arms are pulled behind my back and I giggle in delight as she forces my legs into a straddling position on her thigh. I feel so nice and helpless, and my shoulder joints ache when she tightens to keep me secure.
A vine slithers out of her midsection and teases me, moving side to side in a slow waving that leaves me dizzy. I awkwardly try to balance for a moment, then just slump into her control and let her pose me like a doll. I can’t contribute anything but moans.
Just as I start to forget why I’m in Daddy’s lap in the first place, the waxy cover of the vine peels back, and the pungent scent of ginger fills the air. My eyes widen in fear, and I try to squirm away. That one burns inside me.
“No, no, no, please, Daddy!”
“You were naughty, Amy. I have to make sure to maintain your discipline, after all.”
“I'm sorry, I didn't know!” I don't remember what rule I broke.
Averie whispers into my ear from a comfortable throne of Daddy’s vines formed into a seat under her. “You got so excited to see me, you made a mess and peed all over yourself, Amy. Silly dumb puppy forgot.”
I squirm as the graft nears my hole, but I at least know it is a deserved and important correction. How else am I supposed to remember the rules without discipline?
Daddy slides inside me, and I clench my teeth, knowing what to expect. I may not have the best memory, but I remember the first time Daddy sodomized me with her ginger vine very clearly. It is not something you easily forget.
It feels cold, at first, a tingling sensation that builds. I stay as limp as I can, I have learned that relaxing makes it easier. As long as I don't clench down, it isn't so overwhelming. The burn builds and builds as Daddy slowly pumps the vine into and out of me.
Averie grabs my nipples and twists hard, and the reflexive pain response squeezes me right around the vine. The burning heightens immediately and I pant and mewl in overlapping joy and discomfort. There is no escape from this- a pet doesn’t need to be in control of her own pleasure, Daddy always says.
“Good girl,” she praises, looping a vine through my collar and pulling me forward. “Such an obedient toy of a pet.” Her praise makes my heart pound in my chest, and my little puppy cock twitch uselessly inside its prison.
The sensation in my puppy hole just keeps getting stronger. It isn't a pain to make me scream, but a burning imposition that cannot be ignored. It reminds me what my place is, what my body is for. Daddy likes to fuck me but it isn't about sex to her. She likes to use sex to control me. It’s just another knob to keep me enriched, to take care of me, to make me feel her love be expressed as a searing violation in my ass.
Sometimes I hate how much I need this. How much I enjoy everyone around me hurting and degrading me. But right now all I want is for both of them to touch me, play with me, hurt me.
My poor puppy hole burns, stretched and abused all morning, and now being punished for making a mess. Worst and best of all, whenever the burning graft fucks me, It presses right against that spot that feels best, reminding me that I have to piss again because Averie let me go so little the first time.
…Wait, wasn’t that my-
The thoughts are dissolved as Averie’s tongue starts to swirl between the petals of my implant flower and I cry at how good and awful it all feels. The flower on my head is so sensitive. Averie knows exactly what she’s doing. I can’t think when she tongues my flower. All my thoughts drown in sticky honey.
I smell something sweet, mixing in with the roses and honey and sweat and stinking humiliation. My glazed eyes fly open, locking onto the yellow and red swirls being held in front of me.
Treat.
I’m a good girl. I’m Daddy’s good girl. She’s fucking me in a way that hurts because I need it, I want it, I love it. I’m Daddy’s little DNEEF idiot pet, and I get a treat because she loves me! I hold my mouth open and the moans come out louder and louder.
My face twists, sobbing with emotions too saturated in pure dopamine for humans to have named them before a few years ago. I’m riding a mountain of tension that will never climax. But closer and closer I get, until I almost think she will let me cum, until I can practically taste it-
And then her tendril slides inside the valve and plunges deep inside me, as a cool balming fluid squirts into my ass that stops the burning, as my mouth is given the tap that signals I can bite. My jaw closes, a dam breaks, and two liquids gush out of their previous stores.
Juices run down my chin. Daddy coos adoring hums of approval, and my poor bladder drains through her tendril, helping reinforce the feeling of aching relief with the taste of the treat melting in my mouth. I blankly chew on the gummy part of the fruit and I start to wiggle and moan. The citric sweet flavor is everything, sugary sweet and tangy.
Averie sinks her modded tongue deep inside the canal that runs through my fontal lobe like a hummingbird, and my eyes roll back as she laps at the wet deposits of Daddy’s pollen inside my flower to bring back to her owner tonight.
I squirm at the pleasurable pressure so deep inside my head that it displaces my thoughts, and let her sip Daddy’s nectar until she is done. The sound of strawberries float across my vision, the texture of green rings in my ears, the taste of laughter tingles on my skin. Averie wipes off some of the pollen that is still on her lips, and kisses me deep. She tastes like Daddy.
I collapse into my Owner’s loving vines, dripping tears that run pink and yellow with xenodrugs and overflowing neurotransmitters. Daddy holds me close to her breast, and Averie snuggles me from behind. I’m starting to collapse, sweaty, sticky, soaked in fluids and exhaustion. My body doesn't even react as Averie starts to press her cock into me for a second round while I sleep.
Another afternoon of indescribable pleasures and boundless love comes to a close. This is my life, one where I never have to hurt my head worrying about anything, where the worst things that can ever happen to me are all just part of the game Daddy plays with me.
I am absolutely 'That' Floret. And it fucking rules.