Hazing at the Floret Party

by 4WheelSword, sheepwave, Slylittleprincess

Summary:

Abby is a nineteen year old independent college student surrounded by floret friends. her focus on her studies has put her in the target of a wellness check. she doesn't want to risk being domesticated, so she decides to go to a floret party.

All she has to do is make an appearance, stay sober, and avoid pushy affini, and she can go back to studying for her finals. what's the worst that could happen?

Chapter 1

Notes:

Welcome to an utterly depraved dark comedy erotica that kinks on the coercive social structures of college campuses and date rape. this may be triggering to some, and readers should be warned that this story does not pull punches, though its tone is overall not particularly serious and the intended experience is laugher and arousal, despite the dark IRL parallels in the real world.

Men/masculine characters are present and secondarily involved during group sex scenes, but the protagonist never engages directly in sexual activities with any character using he/him pronouns.

The first chapter has no particular content warnings beyond those typical of the setting and implied by the premise.

“Come on, Abby, it’ll be fun. It’s just one party.”

I closed the book on my desk with a snap and sat back in my chair, stretching. My joints popped with a satisfying little noise, and as I settled into the chair I sighed loudly at Reade, my slutty stoner best friend. Most people in the Affini Compact were slutty stoners, of course, but she was my best friend among them.

“I do not need to go to some kegger. What does that even mean? My home atomic compiler would probably print space cocaine if I asked it to.”

“Some of them, yeah. But class-A-H⁰-Z⅝-Q³⁷-∑ still has to be compounded, too many time crystals in the structure. And it’s the best one because of it.”

I put my head in my hands. Was that even real, or was she just an idiot? I had no idea. I would have to take some more classes in my second and following semesters. 

“I think I’ll pass.”

She stuck her tongue out at me, and looked at the pile of books, scattered across dozens of subjects. “Are you even having fun? This just looks frustrating.”

She wasn’t wrong. The frustration of studying was everpresent these days, but it left me mentally exhausted in a way that was at least rewarding.

“Not everything needs to be fun, Reade. It’s satisfying. Like how you talk about what Nyris does to you.”

As I had spent more of my time on educating myself, she had been spending more and more time around an affini, Nyris. Now she’d been ‘gifted’ a necklace that never came off. The writing was on the wall for her fate. I was glad she'd found someone special, I really was. But she was talking to me less and less about anything that wasn't her obviously future owner, and the less time she spent sober the less time she had for hearing about my studies.

“Ok yeah, I can vibe with that. Did I tell you about the time he almost broke my arm during sex? So there I was-”

I tuned out her babbling about a story about her sex life I had heard four times already and thought about my studies again. Was it satisfying? The question never left me, not really, no matter how hard I tried. Ever since the affini had come, I had found myself flailing a little for a sense of purpose. I just wanted to study so that I could make myself useful and distinguished, especially now that I didn’t have to pay for the classes I wanted to attend. I could learn things I never would have had the chance to learn before life had presented me with the opportunity to become something worthwhile, and I would grab it with both hands.

But was it satisfying?

Shaking myself out of the thoughts, I stood up. Finals were this week, for those who felt like taking them, and I needed to stay focused if I wanted to do well. Technically, they were impossible to fail - the worst result would be an encouragement to keep studying - but I intended to take them seriously. Sure, studying had been a little chaotic, and I hadn’t really figured out what I actually wanted to focus on, but even a generalised qualification would mean something.

It was hard to choose a major when your idea of the universe had suddenly expanded from ‘do I try to get a scholarship to tharsis’ to ‘I can learn about hyperdimensional physics my professors never heard of’. Even the humanities had expanded dramatically, billions of lines of texts and pictographics added to the potential material I could look into. I was paralysed by indecision, suckered into a trap formed from the sheer volume of what was now available.

The Compact delivered on every promise, but so far it couldn’t offer me a fulfilling degree program. I picked up my water bottle and took a long sip as I stared out the window, letting Reade’s voice become a pleasant background hum. Staying hydrated was important to keep the brain flowing, and the view was beautiful. The hab-rings of an affini ship were some of the most beautiful pieces of architecture I had ever seen.

Moving onto the Occantalis II had been the obvious choice when it came to offer R&R for the working families on a rickety Venusian aerostat. After the Terran Accord had fallen there was no reason to stick around processing atmospheric sulfur for transport elsewhere, so most of us jumped ship and headed for the stars. Now I was the last remainder of a group that had once been a source of camaraderie and solidarity in this brave new world. All the others had drifted away for one reason or another, even those who didn’t end up wrapped in someone’s vines. 

I had ended up alone, a million miles from home, and sometimes I wondered whether or not it had been worthwhile. Was nineteen really old enough to know what worth was? The groan that came out of me made me feel far older than I was. 

Reade paused from the tangent about the time her boyfriend's neighbor, our mutual friend Jenny, accidentally threw a tree through Nyris’s house, and lay a comforting hand on my shoulder. A reminder that there was still one person from my old life I knew, even if she had been increasingly absorbed by other people.

“Hey, are you doing okay?”

I picked up the next book I needed to reread and glared at her. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? There’s a reason I came over today.” Reade opened her tablet, and showed the list of sophonts on the ship who were in need of potential check-ins. I wasn't in the urgent group, but I was on the list. The reason given was social isolation.

“I didn’t know florets could wellness check people.” My voice had undisguised venom.

“This isn’t a wellness check Abby, and I’m not a floret, he still hasn’t popped the question. I’m here to step in before things get out of your control, because I know how much your self-sustainability means to you.” She put her hands on her hips, a pout on her bruised lips, “Babe, we barely see you anymore! Everyone is worried. Replying ‘haha’ in the group chat once a day isn’t enough.”

I frowned. I had friends, there wasn’t really a choice about that. These days most of them were florets, or barely distinguishable from them like Reade, and that kept me on my toes about letting anyone in. I wanted to stay an independent, that’s all, and that was hard work without making it harder for myself. Some guides on the net would have you believe independence was easy, before prescribing an utterly neurotic level of daily structure. I considered such guides worthless. There was only really one rule to staying independent in the Compact, and it was this; maintain your own welfare, or face the consequences. You couldn’t expect other people to care or remember you, and that had unfortunately been taking its toll.

But now I was on the checkup board. It went some way to explain a bunch of little things I’d noticed. Lingering glances from affini who wandered through the educational district, Professors paying special attention and asking after me a little more than average. Even the affini at the corner store had offered me a punnet of plums and some head pats before I left with my afternoon coffee.

I was looking at a whole set of consequences I didn’t really want to deal with. I’d been retreating. I let a bunch of things slip, put off social engagements and turned down hang-outs, and I knew that I was dancing on the precipice of a life-changing wellness check. This was my fault, and I had no idea how to fix it. Only one place to start; asking for help. 

“Okay, so what do I do, then?”

“Wellll…” She grinned, tabbed back to her messenger, and forwarded me something.

My phone lit up on the table, and I inspected it with a sigh already forming in my throat. A formal invite to the floret party… from yet another friend group in which I was the only real independent left. Reade had been sneaky. By sending it directly, me choosing to stay home was an active refusal of an invitation to see to my social needs rather than a passive one.

It was a lifeline being thrown my way, but I held the device out with one hand like it was liable to explode. Wracking my brain, trying to find a way out, any way out, I already knew there wasn’t one. There couldn’t be one. That was the way things worked around here, and one girl who’d lived the first 18 years of her life in the Accord wasn’t going to be the one who figured out how to game the system. 

“No.”

“I need you to think about this one, sweets. Another week on the list, and I don’t know if you’re getting an invitation to hang out, y’know?”

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I let out the sigh that had been building. “Yeah, I know.”

“So, you coming? I already picked out a dress!” She said, voice sing-song and lifting. 

“Sure. Yeah, okay, I’ll come."

 

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I waved from my bedroom window as Reade skipped down the garden path and set out back towards her affini boyfriend's place. She was the only one left from the old aerostat I still spoke to, and was not quite so inhibited or cautious as I was. Now she’d gotten in with a crowd of the kind of creatures that partied hard . Invites to their particular kind of soirées weren’t exactly rarified, but they were easy enough to avoid, so long as you kept your distance. I had. Reade had not. And now she was planning on dragging me in with her. 

I was staring at two tunnels, and both of them led to the same obvious conclusion. A happy conclusion, sure, but nonetheless an ending of something. I wasn’t supposed to want the agency I valued, not in the Compact, but I did, and I wanted to try to maintain it.

If I wanted to be a floret, I could have volunteered, I could have chosen one of the plants for myself. Let one pursue me like Reade had. One of my professors had already made a passing offer, but she already had two others and that seemed like a great way to be starved for attention yet again. And anyway, she had swarming hordes of students falling over themselves trying to get her overnet handle. She would be fine without me.

It was all bullshit, honestly. I was a nineteen-year-old transfem top in a society of hedonists, and I was struggling to get my dick sucked without it being by someone with a mind control implant. Even worse, if I didn’t manage to get it wet every once in a while, someone would come and think about giving me one of those implants. Better to just think about studying. Or think about thinking about studying. Whatever.

I set the window to shaded, blocking my view of the outside world to a hazy, indistinct blur that still lit the room. I couldn’t think about what was out there, I had books to read, extracts to assess and analyse, papers to consider… and a party to get ready for. 

So obviously, there I was a minute later, trying to find a way to weasel out of going. My searches had to remain vague, but I danced around the topic as I sifted through the pages. Maybe I could find some other avenue to display my happy and successful status without needing to attend this thing. 

Looking too deeply into the exact mechanics of what triggered a wellness check was obviously a great way to trigger one. Instead, I phrased my inquiries in a positive light, and then worked backwards from there.

‘Tips for getting a new pinnate’ led me to the conclusion that I would need to avoid having any drugs while I was there.

‘How to let Miss know you want to be collared’ seemed to include all manner of behavior I would need to stray away from.

My anxiety was only growing, and I had no doubt if scrutinized in an official capacity, by an affini and not my best friend, I would be found lacking somehow. An excuse would be found or manufactured and that would be the end of it. Not enough friends, only studies and does little else, doesn’t have sex with florets, or the classic, too cute not to domesticate.

I had seen it happen time and time again in the year since I'd come on the ship, and my number would be next if I continued to let myself wallow. There really wasn’t a way out of this one. I would have to go to the party, I would only drink water, I would show face and be polite, and I would stay away from any affini who seemed a little trigger-happy with the injectors. I would satisfy my social needs, and then be done. Maybe… maybe I’d meet someone sober enough to break the dry spell. 

A few hours later, water bottle in hand, I knocked at the door of the hab I had been told to meet up in. I was met by an explosion of noisy welcomes.

“Hey! It’s Abby!” “We missed you!” “You should try these velacithyne gummies, they're great!”

I sat awkwardly on an enormous, oversized couch as the others all laughed and jostled and played. My feet hung off the edge and made me feel small, a feeling I detested after living for so long in a cramped, atmospheric mining complex. At least there had been a set of stairs up on this one, most affini habs just assumed you would be picked up if you needed to be somewhere.

Pre-drinks were traditional, they had said, the party at the Echeveria castle courtyard wouldn’t really get started until at least midnight, and we didn’t want to turn up before things really got fun. I’d had fun at these sorts of gatherings before, when my social circle trended a little more single and a little less eternally attached to an affini at the neck. This wasn’t so much my scene, I had never even known any of the florets here before their domestications. I was also the youngest in the group by far, though you wouldn’t know it from their behavior, and they never made me feel like I wasn’t a peer to them. 

It was fun, hanging out with girls older than me, 

They were joyful, I couldn't deny that, and I didn’t begrudge them it. We’d all lived a long time in many shitty places, and getting to kick back and let loose without any of the risks was a beautiful thing. The florets had nothing left to lose, and so they soared remarkably on the hot air currents of drug trips and sex and parties. 

Not me though. I still had something left to lose.

Glasses were filled and drained, lines were cut and snorted, a couple of inhalers and auto-injectors were passed around. I briefly wondered whether they’d even be able to make it to the party, but it was a foolish thought. Half of them were on the kind of concoctions you could only find in pro-athletes before the fall, and they could walk a straighter path high than I could sober. 

They managed to get me out of my clothes for a makeover, and I probably would have preferred any amount of asking for permission, but it wasn’t like I was going to bother hiding. I built muscle tone for a reason, and even if I wasn’t comfortable fucking anyone with an implant removing actual consent from the equation, it didn't hurt to have them all ogling me. They eventually got me in a dress that cut a little close to companion styles for my liking, I’d submitted to makeup and hairstyling, and had an absolutely delicious orange juice, but I hadn’t taken anything that would affect my state of mind. The last minutes of our pre-party hangout prompted one final desperate attempt by my friends. 

Reade, heading her little gaggle of partners-in-crime as we gathered by the door, held up a baggy of powdery green pills, peppermint smilies that grinned at me from their polythene prison. 

“Don’t you want one? It's practically nothing. Do you even want to have any fun tonight?”

I rolled my eyes at her and held up my water bottle. “No. Once we step through that door, the only thing going in me is the water that I brought myself. I’m not getting intoxicated at a floret party.”

“C’mon, they’re just a mild antianxiety and disinhibitor!” Reade goaded.

“It’s practically nothing compared to what I’m on as a baseline.” Natalie offered with a wry laugh.

The red-headed menace, Aoife, chimed in with a wolfish grin. “Yeah, it’ll make everything easier. Besides, it’s not just for florets. This is a mixed party.” 

I shook my head. “I’m really fine. Thank you for the offer, but I’m not going to take any drugs tonight. I just want to socialize, you know?” 

Before I knew it we were out the door and on the way up the hill, towards the thumping music and bright lights of the party.

I just needed to make an appearance, mill around for an hour or two, and head out. Once this was on my record, I’d be taken off the concern list, and probably be able to avoid a wellness check for at least another six months. I could make it through one night, that would be easy. It was one party; how bad could it get? Nobody ever paid that much attention to me anyway.

Notes:

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The character and refrence list for this chapter:

Reade Rinserta and Nyris, from Your Alien Boyfriend Who Definitely Sees You As His Full Equal
Natalie Fernicus, from From Pawn To Princess
Aoife, from Alder's Prize

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Chapter 2

Summary:

Last Chapter Recap:

Abby found out she is at risk of needing a wellness check due to her social isolation, which she suspects would get her domesticated. She goes to a party with her friends Reade, Natalie, and Aoife.

Notes:

CWs:

Abby gets drugged in a way intentionally evocative of being roofied. A friend and a figure of safety and authority does not take her concerns seriously. Noncon intox will continue to happen in literally every chapter from here on, and will not be warned about per-chapter.

If they’d been right about one thing, it was that the party was in full swing by the time we got there. Reade strode confidently ahead, Aoife and Natalie at her side. I had no idea where anyone was going, but I was not about to let myself be left alone in a place like this. 

The audio environment could only be described as hectic, a Maelodion DJ shaping a pumping electrobass beat with all their stalks. It provided a floor to a thousand melding, melting auditory extravagances, the screams and cries and moans and whimpers of a host of xenosophonts echoing off of high sandy brick walls and flying buttresses. Was it agony? Was it ecstasy? What was the difference to the affini, so long as it was intoxicated and joyful.

The expansive space was split in two by a grand walkway that meandered up to the castle doors. Tents and places to socialize or fuck filled with partygoers and affini dotted the arid landscaping. The rainbow of lights bounced off the leaves of the palms, the succulents, the desert flowers, and the scent of splashing fresh water poured from an elaborate decorative fountain that stood as the centerpiece of the lush courtyard.

Aoife spotted her husband and owner almost immediately, and gave us all a little wave- and a wink at me, whatever she meant by that- before dashing off to tackle them both. Good for her, and it wasn’t like I was entitled to more of her time. I appreciated the attention and care she had put into my makeup, that was enough.

Sophonts of all shapes and sizes were mingling, milling back and forth, dancing or talking or singing or playing or fucking. Some were smoking a variety of vaporizers and cigars, many were eating, and none of them were without a drink in hand. It was a hedonist's paradise, a debauched orgy of a magnitude unseen in the entirety of Terran history, and here, on the least populated hab ring of a relatively small logistics ship of no particular note, it was just a normal Wednesday. I wished I could let go and enjoy it, but to let go was to risk everything. 

Natalie was the next to split off, tossing faer wispy companion dress aside and diving into one of the courtyard pools. I didn’t even blink at the view of faer bare butt. I had never actually seen faer in any outfit that would have been considered less than ‘obscene’ in the Accord. I would have considered the activity myself, but the odds of the water being drugged were pretty high. Any remaining notion of following ended when Natalie’s owner exploded out from under the water with an enormous splash. Xe tossed faer in the air and caught faer in a net of outstretched vines, then sank what had to be a hundred injectors into the floret before pulling faer into a kiss. Yep, didn’t need to third wheel that one.

I jogged ahead to catch up with Reade… or where I thought she was a second ago. I looked around for my friends, but they had all vanished from where I had seen them last. Scanning the crowds, I thought I saw a flash of Aoife’s bright red hair, but it could have been a thatch of flowers and vines, I’d seen it so briefly. They were all scattered, long gone, and I was left all on my own yet again. Who would have guessed.

I passed a low table stacked with everything from finger foods to hookah pipes that spilled a viscous kind of smoke onto the table where it plunged like a waterfall down the sides. In the centre of it all was a massive bowl full of liquid. The punch looked sweet and delicious, sparkling oranges and pinks floating in turbulent patterns in the ornate glass bowl. The Affini Compact could even make a punchbowl beautiful. 

Past it, I caught a brief glimpse of Jenny and Nora, who had split off from the other four of us almost immediately upon our arrival. They moved together in ways only two florets with combat mods and removable prosthetics could, darting, shifting, barely touching the ground between impacts. It was a beautiful dance, or perhaps they were sparring, or fucking. The line between was blurry whenever those two played.

Finally, after many more minutes of aimless wandering between tents and plant people, I spotted Reade… and it was exactly what I should have expected. She was dancing, blissed out of her mind, wrapped like the most coveted woman in the universe in Nyris’s vines. His tendrils curled under her ass, her breasts, and her ‘necklace’ so possessively. Reade’s eyes gazed up into the swirling orbs of his control with a look of such devoted contentment, It would have felt less intrusive to watch them fucking. Yeah, everyone had someone. Everyone but me.

I took a bitter swig from my water bottle, the lukewarm contents doing nothing for the taste of bile in my mouth. Things were always just like this, a streak of collapsing relationships and tentative bonds broken. People were good at promising the world, before getting distracted five minutes later. It had only gotten worse after the Affini had come, and now every girl with a submissive streak wide enough to be into the things I liked got snatched up by an affini. Hard to compete as a domme with the invincible immortal caretakers, and I wasn’t stupid enough to try and be an independent submissive.

Sure, I could try playing with a floret, in theory, but even beyond the obvious consent problems, that was a good way to end up one myself. I didn’t want to be bound to one partner alone. I didn’t trust them to keep up that obsessive kind of love they were famed for after the honeymoon period, and maybe I wouldn’t call what I wanted obsessive, but I needed something real. Something powerful. I wouldn’t find that bound to a single master, with only a single subby pinnate to take my urges out on… if I got really lucky. 

An affini I didn’t recognise split off from the crowd and came moseying over, stalking towards me as their angular faceplate tilted from one side to the other. They shifted it to reveal a set of three glistening purple eyes, drifting on a skirt of vines like a hunting bird keeping its gaze locked on prey. 

I knew the game. Time to fend off my first advance of the night. Taking a deep breath, I set my face into an independent’s winning smile. My parrying knife was a well-honed blade by now, despite the insistence of the affini. “Hello, there! Lovely night, isn't it?”

“Indeed! But dear, you look parched. Care for a drink?” She held out a cup, a red plastic vessel filled to the brim with something so wickedly delicious I could smell it even from three feet away. 

I took another sip from my water bottle and flashed her my big fake grin. “No, I’m perfectly hydrated. Thank you for the offer, miss…?”

She giggled, and her triangle of diamond shaped eyes flickered different colors to express her amusement. “I’m Tali, sweetie. I help organize these parties, along with a few other things, too. But you should have some! It will help with that sadness you’re carrying.”

“No sadness here.” I offered the affini a broader smile, trying to inject a little excitement into my eyes, before she decided to inject it for me. 

A vine pushed the cup insistently into my hand. “You would like it.”

I looked into the cup, warily. I could hold it for a little while before dumping it into a bush once I was out of sight. “Thank you, miss Tali.”

“You are very welcome, little one.” She patted my head with a single curled vine, but rather than leaving, just continued to stare at me. 

“Well I suppose… I should go find my friends.” I wanted to turn around, but something about her gaze remained persistent. Swallowing, I found my mouth dry as her unblinking eyes stared down at me. 

“Is something the matter?” The figure murmured, concern flowing atop expectation, as her voice thrummed with something easily mistaken for hunger. “Oh petal, do you need help? I know that many of your species are reliant on gesture prompts for feeding. You can sit on my lap and I can feed it to you if you prefer.”

“No, no, it’s quite alright. I uh. I’m good. I'm very particular about… juice.” It was not actually a lie. Lying was a terrible idea.

“I think you will like this flavor especially much, Abby. It matches your taste preference profiles perfectly. I chose it just for you when I learned you were coming tonight.” 

I twitched a little. It wasn't hard to look someone up by facial recognition. Anyone could. Affini did this sort of thing all the time. But any search that had turned up my name would also have revealed I was on the welfare concern board. That was bad. Very bad. I clearly wasn't getting out of this before I had tried it.

I took a sip. 

It was delicious. Sweet and tangy with just a little bit of a bitter edge. “Okay, wow, yeah. Thank you. This is fantastic.”

I smiled at her, genuine gratitude mixed in with apprehension. She had clearly done her homework on what I liked. The affini were, if nothing else, very sweet creatures when it came to gifts, and it was a little touching that she had picked it just for me. I still wasn’t drinking more than a sip, but at least now she would probably fuck off.

Tali kept staring at me. She had moved closer still, looming over me from just under twice my height. I had grown used to the affini’s particular penchant for menacing from on high, but it was still intimidating when a stranger did it.

“Do you need a straw for the rest, Abby? I can substitute a porous vine if needed.”

She was not going to leave me alone until I drank the whole thing. I could always say no… but I really couldn’t, because of the… implications.

I took another slow sip. It was every bit as tasty- I genuinely wanted to just throw it back. Orange and watermelon flavors traded blows with a tart blackberry and something sharp that I didn’t recognize but must have been at least related to a lemon. It did not seem to have any immediate psychoactive effect. In my experiences trying class-A edibles, they tended to kick in fast. Was it just normal alcohol? One drink wouldn’t kill me, right?

If she wanted to just drug me, she could have injected me. She could grab me by the neck and pour the drink down my throat and drag me to the nearest domestication center if she wanted to. What would the point of me drinking it even be? Symbolism?

I chuckled. If I was on the radar of an affini who cared about symbolism or, worse yet, saw turning me into a pet as some kind of game, I was utterly fucked from the get-go anyway. No point trying to make moves on a board you lost ten turns ago. Better to just tip my king on its side before the game dragged out too long. 

I took a deep breath, and tilted the whole cup back. It was wonderful against my tongue, though the final notes as I swallowed were just a bit more bitter than I expected. There was just the slightest change in texture, like some kind of salt or powder had sunk to the bottom. I didn't think much of it, probably just the detritus of whatever fruits or flavorings that had been used to mix.

“Wow. Thanks, Tali. Uh. If I wanted more of this punch after the party, what’s the compiler code?”

She giggled, birdsong cutting through the parties atmosphere. “I am afraid that was not the punch, dear. It’s not something an independent would be allowed to compile. But ask your hab AI to speak to Occantalis, and I’ll always be happy to help with a supervised override~!”

I looked down at my empty cup in confusion. What did she mean…? A sparkling aftertaste was starting to linger on my tongue. As soon as the fluttering feeling hit my gut, I knew something was wrong. The crystalline lights were too bright, too sharp for mere lingering carbonation. I looked back up, and she had vanished back into the crowd.

My throat began to tickle, and with a nervous swallow of air, I felt a rush of sticky pleasure flow from my throat all the way down to my belly. As a passing vine from some stranger brushed my shoulder I shuddered in intrusive arousal, and when I took a step, my foot landed far to the right of where I expected.

Okay. I had definitely just been drugged by a stranger. This fortunately wasn't an immediate emergency. It wasn't like in the Accord where this could kill me- if overdosing on xenodrugs was even possible, I was literally surrounded by affini, all of whom had the medical knowledge of a human nurse at minimum. 

So, what had I taken? I got high at home sometimes, occasionally, and this didn't feel too far off from that. Unless it was something truly unusual, I could logic my way to a good guess. Some kind of euphoriant was definitely in play. The lights were really super pretty, and the thumping uptempo music made me want to wiggle around and find out what all the textures nearby felt like. 

In fact, I was feeling great. Total confidence. What was I even worried about?

…Oh, fuck. I should not be this calm.

I forced myself to think about my worst fear; devoting myself to someone in a relationship, only for them to dilute my value by collecting more partners until they didn't have time for me anymore. It was unpleasant to think about. But it didn't make me sweat, didn't put me on the edge of panic, not even as I forced myself to remember the specific times that it had happened to me. 

I had been given the worst of all possible things an affini might reasonably dose a random independent with and be able to claim it was for her own good: A class-E. My judgement was completely compromised. Fear sucked, but it kept you safe from getting hurt. I could not adequately self-advocate, and I needed to get out of here, now.

I stumbled over to where I had last seen Reade, and found her by herself, sitting cross-legged at a low table, happily eating grilled fish off of a kebab. 

I tripped on my way over, and my water bottle slipped from my fingers and thudded to the ground. Vines shot out from nowhere before I got hurt, snatching me into the air before I even started falling. Thanking the random affini that had apparently been keeping an eye on me to make sure I didn't fall, I sat pretty until she set me at the table before wandering off again.

I steadied myself by grabbing onto Reade’s arm, and she gave me a lopsided grin as she mumbled through a mouthful of fish. “You doin okay, Abby?” She held up a massive prawn between greasy fingers, offering it, “Want a bite? It’s perfect.”

“No. Someone spiked my drink. I’m pretty sure I’ve been drugged.”

Reade looked down at the empty red cup in my hand, then back at me, and giggled. “Of course they did, silly. What did you think was going to happen?”

The muffled place where panic should have raged thumped in my chest. “Can you help me?”

Her face brightened as she wiped her sticky fingers on her dress. “Of course!” She left her remaining skewers behind, stood up, and started to pull me along. Everything began to smear. The lights were strangely gloomy despite the brightness of the tiles between my feet, and they coursed a strangely uneven path beneath my feet. The air was suddenly thick with citrus, cherries and the thick civet-like musk of animals in heat. 

Just as soon as my body had fully caught up with moving, we were stumbling to a stop. I nearly crashed into the back of her, my limbs suddenly responding more slowly than I would have expected. A great shadow blocked all light for overhead and, looking up, I saw six purple eyes that fixed me in place. Reade grabbed a vine from the mass and tugged at it for attention.

“Hey. My bestie got drugged, she needs help.”

I looked up at the affini nervously, heart in my throat. Trust was not the word I would use to describe the whole of how I felt about Reade’s boyfriend, but I didn't distrust him either. I had spent a fair amount of time around Nyris and Reade, and while he absolutely treated her as an object he possessed, she had always been quite outspoken about being into that. He treated her well, and mostly just ignored me. He wouldn't dismiss me if I had a legitimate concern.

I gave him a little lopsided wave.

He wasn’t alone, however. Another set of six eyes swivelled in place to face me, another affini looking down as the drugs in my system made their eyes glow. Or was I seeing double now? A voice, distant but resonant and over by the refreshments bar, called for Nyris.

“I will leave this in your capable vines, Eleu.”

One of the two buglike plant men left. The other spoke. “What is the problem, miss…?”

I blinked, which sent sparkles across my vision. He knew me, why was he asking my name? I could trust him because he knew me, that was how it worked. I didn’t have to worry, he knew I didn’t want-

“She got drugged, Mister Aretheum.”

Oh fuck, this wasn't Nyris. Nyris was the one that had been standing next to him. Or he was? I was getting more and more confused by the second. Wasn’t that her boyfriend’s last name? “Wait, are you… are you another Nyris?”

“No,” he said with an amused-sounding click, his baritone voice filled with mirthful warbles. “Nyris is my brother.”

I wiggled side to side, getting a little distracted by the feeling of my dress against my skin. “Brother? I thought- I thought Affini don't work like humans.”

“Correct,” he replied without elaboration. There was a pause, filled by the thumping of music. “I most likely carry a counter-agent for what you have been given. Were you told what it was?” An entire rainbow of needle tipped flowers emerged from his chest, ready to plunge if only he was told what I needed.

“No. She only told me her name. Tali?” 

“Ah. It was her.” Every one of the injectors retracted back into his chest. “In that case, I do not have a counteragent. Come. I will make sure you are comfortable for the experience she has chosen for you.”

Powerful vines gripped my wrist, and pulled me along the courtyard, towards the main building. I was left breathless as I was half-dragged, half frog marched through the golden doors and into the castle proper. 

“Wait up, this is, we’re going the wrong way. I need to get back to my hab!”

“You are under the influence, are you not?” He intonated. “I think it would be best if you were provided with an appropriate level of supervision.”

“Really, I can just make my way back, it’s fine.”

He crouched down for a moment, almost reaching eye level, yet still towering above. My head was becoming dizzy from all the abrupt halting, but I steadied myself as he spoke.

“You are not a feralist, correct?”

I shook my head insistently, which made me even dizzier. “Of course not.”

“So you trust the Affini?”

“I’m not, um, it’s just that. Yes,  I suppose so.”

“Good.” He continued to pull me along. “I will bring you to where my own wifedoll is being watched currently. You will be fine. It is a good environment for intoxicated terrans.”

I was going to have the worst hangover of my life tomorrow when I got back to studying for my finals. 

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Occantalis (party organizer form), from Surrogate Bloom
Eleu Aretheum, from Behind The Veil
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Chapter 3

Summary:

Last Chapter Recap:
Abby got to the party, her friends all went different ways, she was drugged by an unknown affini, asked her bestie's boyfriend for help, and he passed her off to someone else.

Notes:

CWs:
Transfem floret who talks about other florets like frat bros talk about women when no women are around, and "I'm super into it but protesting on principle" sexual assault (this one will not be CWed individually from here one, as it appears in every single chapter after this)

(also, Natalie calling Abby bro, dude, and man is not misgendering, she is comfortable with other transfems calling her that, in case it wasn't clear from the text.)

Eleu continued marching me along, towards the enormous sandy brick house. He pulled me to the right and turned as soon as we made it in the front door and, rather than diminishing, the sounds only got louder. The music was thumping, the chatter was incessant, the wall of noise was utterly overwhelming. Entering a garishly lavish living room, I was struck by a wave of uncertainty, the scale of what was happening crashing down on me all at once in a pleasurable sparkling twist in my gut.

The drugs in my system made the pumping bassline that resonated through my chest cavity feel like the prelude to an orgasm, a jerking, twitching, pulsing sub-current that made me want to drive forwards even as my rational concerns pinned me in place. I didn’t have the latter option, though. The vine around my wrist dragged me on as Eleu marched into the morass of sound and scents and writhing, thriving bodies. 

I brushed against limbs, fur, pricked up ears and whipping tails, a veritable sensory assault where each contact was a firework bursting up my spine. The occasional ripple of cold shivers wracked my muscles, a panting, gasping feeling of effervescence that separated me from my own conscious thoughts. 

Eleu was talking to someone, another affini, but I couldn’t hear the words, just the individual syllables of whistling notes and hummed semitones. I’d learned a few basic words of the local version of affini, but whatever they were speaking wasn’t that. It was stranger, somehow more alien than a literal alien language, and it tickled my ears and made them throb sensitively. 

I was deposited in the lap of some fluffy pink-leaved woman, and the moment her vines had wrapped around me a needle plunged into my arm. I whimpered in discomfort and surprise as the dripping thorn languidly retracted with a dusting of pollen. It didn’t hurt, not really, but maybe it should have. 

It had been so casual, and so abrupt, and yet a threshold had been trampled without any note- I had never been injected by any Affini other than my own doctor before, and even zhe had done it with disposable auto-injectors. A warm liquid balm began to spread from the site, flushing my veins and nerves with sticky syrup that dulled everything into a comfortable woolen haze. The friendly looking woman holding me in place wiggled her face tendrils at me as I started to rub myself against her fluff in sensate bliss.

I looked out at the massive room through dilated eyes. The ornate affini script decorating the ceiling trim curled and twisted, fraying ever so slightly. A fireplace roared on the far end, and I was fairly certain a branding scene was about to start as a floret wrapped in jewel encrusted chains moaned in anticipation. Emerald green couches spilled over with vines and whimpering pets, a cluster of bluebells flustering a ditz covered in glittering spiral body paint for an audience. Bodies melded together on the huge plush carpet, arms and legs and tails and tendrils pressing into breasts and lips, bulges and nulges.

I was so distracted by my observations that I didn’t notice the collar *click* onto my neck until it was too late. Reaching up to tug insistently at it, I was stopped by a fluffy pink vine that pressed my hands back down. A soft pad of flora ran across my scalp and down the back of my head, a mewl inducing pet that had me writhing in her vines. She took the opportunity to raise me into a carry.

The Affini could have held me forever, if she’d asked. I was tempted to ask, warm and dazed, and every vine that touched me made me squirm and whimper. Instead, she quickly relented and set me atop a pile of other writhing xenosophonts, mixed amongst blankets and cushions and other sensory delights and comforts. I stopped thinking about her vines and felt the touches of so many others and couldn’t help but squirm deeper into the pile. This was a kind of heaven, this softness and this heat.

Somewhere deep in the morass of half-thought thoughts, it registered in my brain that an Affini had just put a collar around my neck. Did I have an Owner now? Had she claimed me? She didn’t seem to be paying any particular attention to me, instead doting on each member of the pile in turn. I felt towards my neck as my stomach clenched in turmoil, wanting so desperately to be scared and utterly unable to conjure the feeling. There was a tag, metal and cool against my fingers, and several letters were engraved in it. I couldn’t tell what it said, or in what language either; even if it was in terran standard, my sense of touch had been so altered that at least one of the symbols felt like it might be a funny little smiley face. 

I looked up from the pile and set my sights on a floret sitting nearby. She was wearing a plain, unadorned white dress, and a long, sleek cat tail was curled elegantly around her waist, while she read from a book of text in a language I didn't know. Despite looking strangely out of place, she appeared entirely unaffected by the cuddle pile that had absorbed her into its midst. She seemed as good a bet as any to finding out what was wrapped around my neck.

I gathered my wits enough to crawl over to her, and poked at one of her striped socks to get her attention. “Um… hello?”

“It says ‘unclaimed’,” the girl answered without looking up.

“I didn’t- I don’t- What?”

“The collar. It says ‘unclaimed’.”

“You didn’t even read it!”

“I don’t need to. I know what it says.”

“How do you know that if you didn't read it?”

She finally looked up, her book closing with a snap. Her eyes were a remarkably deep gold, shot through with sparkling chains of electric yellow. Her expression wasn’t unkind, but it was irritated. “Because you aren't the first, obviously. You only get a wardship collar randomly at a party if you're not property yet. Obviously. It would be nicer otherwise.”

I was given a boring collar? I took the moment to pull my communicator from my pocket and put it in mirror mode. I inspected the band that had been clicked shut around my neck. It was plain, black, impersonal, and of course had no way for me to open it myself. The metal tag did indeed have a label in stamped metal in Affini, and I saw no reason the catgirl would have lied to me.

Then, what she had said hit me. “What do you mean, property yet? I'm an independent.”

She chuckled darkly and flicked the tip of her cat tail at me. “It also translates to ‘adoptable’ if you prefer that.” The catgirl swivelled in place, wrapped her tail back around her waist, and went back to reading. 

I heard a familiar voice from my other side. “Bitch, I swear, leave the poor girl alone.”

It was Natalie’s voice, and I saw faer gleaming blue nails on one of the hands in the pile. I raised an arm, looking under it at the squirming mass of flesh and glitter emerging from the puddle like a worm surfacing from the ground beside me. I somehow hadn’t realized, until fae looked up at me with piercing eyes and a red flush on faer cheeks, that it was Natalie. 

“I am being perfectly nice,” the catgirl retorted.

Fae flailed wildly at the frowning catgirl. “Just be quiet. Your voice has bad vibes. You should talk in swedish or whatever, at least then I won't know what you're saying”

“I was simply being informative. Some of us fill our heads with things worth knowing, you know.”

Natalie made noodly arm gestures, knocking my communicator out of my hand and into the blanket pile. After another few moments of moan-laden flailing, fae managed to find purchase and flopped into my lap, completely naked but for faer collar. Fae wiggled around, pressing faer bare skin against as much of me as fae possibly could. I lost myself to moans and whimpers at the sliding contact of our skin, but Natalie’s attention was still on the other floret.

“Yeah, whatever doll. Don’t you have a sister to pine over? Will you just go fuck her already? Or did I bang her hard enough for both of us last night?”

Natalie finally settled, straddling my lap, pressing faer small breasts into my face as fae bickered with the catgirl. The golden eyed woman in question gave Natalie what could only be described as the most withering gaze I had ever seen a floret produce.

“How my pinnate chooses to spend her free time is not up to me, and why her and our owners let any of it be wasted on you continues to baffle me.”

The girltwink straddling me stuck faer tongue out at the bookish catgirl, grinding faer hips down against me. “I think I still have her puppy stink on my balls, Frida. Can you sniff check? You know the smell of her by heart.”

Frida answered with a middle finger and another round of insults. “Up yours, madarchod. Nora makes her scream way louder than you ever have, you know. I’m going to get a burrito.” She got up and strode away, tail lashing at the air. Despite their bickering banter, her hand drifted affectionately across Natalie’s shoulder as she walked by- before whacking faer in the side of the head with the paperback, and scampering off while giggling evilly. 

Natalie and I wobbled as fae tried to deliver a return blow, an uncoordinated attempt to slap the catgirl’s ass that missed by a wide margin. Natalie bit faer lip as fae stared at Frida’s butt until she had left the room. 

“Fuck, I need to get my hands on that tail so bad. But she doesn't wanna fuck me. Fucking prude bitches are a pain in the dick. Thank the Everbloom for class Zs and Bs solving that problem, am I right? Good thing you're not like that, Abby.”

Natalie giggled to faerself before grabbing me by the wrists and pinning me against the plush beneath my back. Fae lunged in for a sudden kiss, and faer mouth attacked mine with wet, sloppy vigor. I finally twisted away from the tongue between my lips, pushing back against implant-enhanced strength. 

“Natalie, what the fuck?!”

“Ok, look, I thought since you're like, you top too- I mean in theory anyways, I know you haven't gotten any in months- maybe I could make a joke about the stuff us tops do. I thought you'd think it was funny. A little heart to heart bonding. Dommes will be dommes, ya know?”

“I meant you kissing me, but also, what the fuck did you mean by that?”

Fae pressed down on my wrists harder, pinning me so completely I could barely even struggle.

“I was joking, sis. Can you not take a joke? Unless her owner wanted it to happen her implant would just flush it. You literally can't do anything to a floret their guardians don't approve of.”

I pushed at the woman on top of me, but Natalie didn't budge. Fae was a grinning, intoxicated mass intent on pinning me to the ground. It felt really nice, and I wanted faer lips against mine, I really did, but I had principles.

“Get off me. I’m on a class-E, Natalie. I can't consent to this.”

Natalie rolled faer eyes dramatically, though the way fae wobbled implied it made faer a little dizzy. “You had a class-E? A class-E? Girl, who cares? I fucked a girl on Ωs once. I think your attitude on florets kinda sucks, actually. We are both high and this is fun, so let's do it. En vino es verisimilitude.”

Fae grabbed my head with both hands and kissed me again, so deeply and controllingly I thought I might pass out. When I was allowed to breathe again between kisses it came out in desperate sparkling gasps that tasted faintly of copper and faer blue lip gloss. Fuck, Natalie was so gorgeous. Still, I squirmed away.

Natalie groaned at me in annoyance. “You’re being the only stick in the ass in the whole Compact that isn't fun. Just do what feels good, girl. Tell me if you aren't enjoying it, if you expect me to believe you aren’t.”

“I didn't say it didn't feel good…” I hadn't meant to say that aloud. Was I on a disinhibitor too? 

The gleeful grin returned to faer face. Natalie leaned in close, glancing down at my lips then back at my eyes. Fae paused for a moment, close enough to feel faer breath against my skin, waiting to see if I'd try to get away again. I was mesmerized by faer gaze… oh, right. Natalie had hypnotic eye mods that… fuck, everything felt so good.

Our lips touched again, and this time, I let it happen. Natalie leaned deeper, and I closed my eyes and moaned into it. Everything felt so much nicer as docility overtook me. Whatever I had been dosed with amplified every sensation. Kissing like this felt amazing.

Natalie’s hands shifted to my thighs, wandering their way under my dress. I managed to get my hands free without stopping kissing faer and tried to bat faer hands away, as much as I could without disentangling our tongues. Fae wasn’t having any of it, insistently pressing upwards against my grip. The hem of my dress was pulled up to my belly, and my panties were left showing for every single pair, trio, quartet, or sextuplet of eyes in the room. 

This waifish girltwink held me in place like I was nothing. Natalie was so soft where faer thighs rubbed in my lap, and yet so strong where faer hands clamped down on me. I flushed with embarrassment, an emotion that apparently wasn’t suppressed as I glanced out at the crowd feeling squirm-inducingly exposed. I curled my toes on the surface beneath me, trying not to look at anyone around us, my stomach turning upside down. 

Natalie did not seem to care who was watching. Reaching down to my underwear, faer slender fingers stroked gently over the cock that was currently stretching the fabric and staining a tiny wet spot. Fae started teasing. “Oh, so terrible. Now you're being touched in a way we both enjoy, by someone with an implant. Maybe if you got rid of your uptight attitude, you'd get some bitches on your dick.”

As if to punctuate the point, fae started thrusting faer hips back and forth, grinding against me, frotting through my underwear. Honestly, Natalie seemed high enough, I wasn't entirely sure fae wasn't just wiggling because it felt good. And fuck, it felt so good. I hadn't been witih anything but a series of increasingly elaborate and niche compiled sex toys in months. I couldn’t help but thrust back against faer and groan at the friction.

Natalie kept babbling while I whimpered into faer. “Dude, bantering aside, it's so good you're here to connect like this. And you picked a good party to come to. The beats are spectacular tonight, though I did miss a fucking great Habri song because I was bottomed out in some doll ass, and like fuck, it was good ass, but that shit’s my jam, and you can’t exactly dance while you’re buried in something as still and warm as she was.”

Natalie kissed down my cheek, sucking hard enough to leave dark hickeys. Fae adjusted the collar to cover its full range, faer thumb tucking under the width of it and pulling it tight around my throat. I rasped on the inhale, choking just enough to make my heart pound, a voided pulse of the instinct where fear would be otherwise. “Fuck, you ever think about how humans get marks from doing this, and how good it feels to be sucked on there? Do you think it evolved as some kinda like mate marking thing? That's crazy to think about. Like, as this confident status symbol kinda thing? Anyway, now anyone who looks at you knows you had sex with someone. That's kinda hot.”

Fae let go of the collar and a rush of neurotransmitters slammed into me like the kick of a jump drive as my bloodflow rushed back to my brain.

Natalie sucked my earlobe as my vision started to come back, uttering whispers that faded into the pulsing of my heartbeat and the music thumping in my lungs. My dick throbbed against Natalie's, faer thrusting growing more frenetic, faer meandering infodump growing more and more uncontrolled. “-and the lights are great too tonight. Reminds me of this kinky thing I did at the last party, some real vintage throwback stuff where you give a color to let someone know how down you are? I didn’t really get it though because all of the colors mean keep going. Oh hey, there’s a cool thing downstairs with colors on it too, makes all this noises and- oh right. I was trying to make you squirm. Did it work?” 

I squirmed. Natalie lost faer balance on the way back to my face, grabbing my dress shoulder to stabilize faerself, and I caught faer and pulled faer back where my lips and tongue could reach faer nipples. Natalie wiggled in delight, and I heard the neckline of my dress tear under the powerful grip, which snapped me back to my senses 

“Wait, fuck. I told you to get off of me. You're supposed-” I groaned deep as Natalie squeezed my breast through my dress. “You’re supposed to stop. I said no.”

Natalie leaned in over my shoulder, and whispered sweetly. “Then say yes instead, Abby.” 

My head lolled back against the pillows, letting out inchoate, strange little sounds. “Fuck,” I squeaked, as Natalie rocked faer hips.

“I'm trying to!” Natalie laughed and kissed my shoulder, leaving a long trail up to my mouth. I whined into the sensation of drugged tongues exploring each other. Fae released my wrists, and I grabbed faer hips and ground in tighter. I wanted faer, I wanted to fuck Natalie so bad.

A hand slipped down under the torn neckline of my dress and tore the right shoulder off entirely, squeezing my exposed nipple firmly enough to make me squeal. My opposite hand grabbed one of faer own perfect tits back. The drugs made every little brushing feel utterly electric. 

I wanted to just enjoy myself, to revel in this moment of intimate contact. But I couldn't stop thinking about the dozen combined florets and affini in the room watching. About how wrong It was for me to be doing this with someone so intoxicated. It made me throb against the elastic of my panties, but unable to relax.

Natalie's teeth nipped at my lips and faer tongue attacked my tonsils. Faer skin was so soft where it rubbed against mine I could cry. My mouth scrabbled against faer chin and faer lips, I  pulled fae down hard against my pelvis, and wished I could just not think about it.

Natalie had no such qualms, and faer frantic rubbing only grew faster. Finally, fae came on my belly with a giggly squeal, spurting a thin, semi-clear puddle onto my skin. Fae dropped my dress back in place, patting me on the tummy and pressing faer fluids to soak into the fabric. The kissing slowed, becoming softer, gentler, more lingering on the pleasant contact of our lips than the sliding of our tongues. 

Natalie pulled back from the kiss and a line of pink and gold drool connected our mouths for a split second before the strand broke. “Hey, you're cool, kiddo. I wasn't nearly as cool as you when I was your age. Fuck. You’re like a little sister. Am I old enough to be your mom? Do you even remember the recession in ‘48?”

“Natalie? What the fuck are you talking about? I was in high school.”

Faer nails gently ran up and down the insides of my forearms. It felt incredible. “Oh yeah. Look, girl, I've been in the Compact since ‘51, everything before feels so long ago. We had sex just now. Fuck, glad you finally came to a real party, bro. Everyone was so worried about you, especially Reade.” 

Natalie yawned, rolled off of me and stretched out on the cushion, tapping the spot next to faer. “Now come cuddle me. You're really pretty, Abby, and I want to spoon you and maybe rub my dick between your ass cheeks in a way that like. Uh, you know the concept of a threat in chess? Implies what I could do, but I don't, but I could. Actually, I do have a cream I can rub on your hole that’s a Z and an M and a B. Knock you out, loosen the muscles, then forget it ever happened. I'll show you sometime, but you won't remember. Doll girls love it, dude. I did once get it on myself by accident, though. It was hilarious, I'm told.”

I realized I could move, now that Natalie wasn't on top of me. The moment of impulse seized my heart, so I wobbled to my feet and started to move the other direction, arms outstretched to center my balance. I tripped over something sleek and soft, falling far faster than my drug-dulled reflexes could respond to, and was caught in a flurry of vines and pink puffball flowers before I could hit the pillows. Looking around, I saw the catgirl from earlier preening the tail she had tripped me with, a wicked grin on her face, the angel and the devil combined.

As I was picked up, the reality of my situation soaked in like the cumshot on my belly. Had I just assaulted Natalie?! Fae wasn't in control of faerself, I was definitely the more sober one! Fae had just been so strong, I… fuck. Yes only means anything if you could have said no. I should have insisted, should have fought against faer more effectively.

My guilt could only carry itself so far under the oppressive weight of the drugs, and I ended up slackening into the affini’s comfortable hold once it became clear that escape from her fuzzy bindings was going to prove impossible.

“You look overstimulated, sweetie. Do you want to go to the pool upstairs?” Her voice was almost as sickly sweet as her scent, all cloying fruit and sacharinne sugars.

Everything was swirling. One word caught my attention. “Pool?”

“Yes, I think she wants the pool,” she said with a giggle. “I’ll bring you up there!”

My whines of protest died in my throat as I caught a glimpse of the shimmering and viscous pink fluid dripping from the ample injectors she kept concealed within her cotton candy coating. It was clear to me that any greater resistance would be met with another application of whatever she had drugged me with in the first place.

“What’s wrong sweetie? Not thinking too hard, are you? It’ll be so much fun to splash in the water. Just letting those worries melt away. Come along, I’ll make sure you feel nice and relaxed.” 

I caught a brief glimpse of my tablet lying on a pillow as I was whisked away towards a grand staircase. That could complicate meeting back up with the others, if I couldn't message them. I'd have to remember to go pick that up later once I sobered up.

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Frida Lataria, from On Domestication Of Masters
Natalie Fernicus, from From Pawn To Princess
Sylvi Vagaria, from Something Fun To Think About

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Chapter 4

Summary:

Chapter 4

Last chapter recap:

Abby got given a collar with a tag that says “unclaimed” in affini, had a dubiously consensual frotting makeout with Natalie, then an affini offered to take her somewhere less overstimulating.

Notes:

CWs:

Breathplay, toe sucking, musk, peeing in the pool, peeing in the toilet, hypnosis, catheterization

The fluffy pink affini stroked my head as she carried me to the promised pool. We ascended a grand staircase into a space with a dizzying layout, towering podiums of art under a rainbow of stained-glass. The thumping bass from below could still be heard, but was duller with every meter ascended. The light here was strange, ethereal, like we’d stepped from the mundane into the fae realms. Multi-coloured splotches splattered across us, turning my insistent protector from her kind candy pink to a slightly more sinister red-through-blue rainbow. 

Taking a sharp left turn, we pushed through a pair of double doors, and then a beaded curtain that I shortly discovered was intended to keep humidity in. The room we entered put all prior ones entirely to shame.

The shimmering sapphire tiling tilted on a haze of multicolor mist, a massive pool dominating the center of the room with a smattering of pets and owners lounging on the outskirts. Mahogany cabinets ran across the walls in all shapes and sizes, undoubtedly filled with carnal curiosities. Mad vegetation grew wild behind, beneath and even above them, huge monstera leaves dangling to dip their tips into the crystal water. Many were swimming, and the woman carrying me was moving in a line that suggested I would be joining them soon.

“Oh no, oh no, wait, don’t I need a bathing suit?”

In a sudden, graceful motion, the affini’s thorns punctured my dress at several angles. I waited for the sensation of the drugs to kick in, but it never came. The thorns never entered my skin. Instead, she tossed me into the air. With a tearing rip the dress was shredded into pieces, left behind in her grasp as I soared in nothing but my panties and the collar she had stuck me in.

I could feel every ounce of humid intoxicant-laced air as I reached the zenith, a moment of weightlessness that made my stomach squirm. The water vapor clung to me in an obscuring curtain of spices and currants, citrus and smoke, sinking into the upper layers of cells, tainting me with the taste of ecstasy. Every nerve was electrified by the igniting pleasure. 

And then I hit the water.

I landed with a splash, and the part of my brain still thinking about studying observed that the water must be filled with denser additives, as I was quite buoyant. The instinctual reflex to close my eyes led me to floating in a void, a null-G nothingness that couldn’t feel like anything, because it enclosed me on every side. My face, breasts and belly remained above the surface, tingling in exposure to the pleasant mists swirling. I was warm, enclosed in penetrating, encapsulating heat that sank into flesh already heated from within, my core trembling with the aching furnace that had been stoked inside. Hanging there, I wondered briefly if this was how stars were born; drugged into a hazy stupor so deep and dense that fusion ignited within them. 

A nonsense thought, but a pleasant one, that kept me together and still until something somehow wet brushed across a limb. I felt a slithering membrane of kelplike foliage slip up and around my ankle, and a moment later I was plunging under the surface. My eyes shot open in surprise, and I was face to face with a strangely constructed affini. 

Her form was effeminate, yet reminiscent of a catfish and a Terran blended together, barbells wiggling like whiskers on her waxy pale green face. Her wide, elegant tail was made of seaweed vines and membranes that split into spreading feelers at the end, and paddled in a way that churned the water.

I pulled at the water as I realized my breath was growing short, attempting to surface. I wanted to breach, to feel that spray of water and that glorious inhalation of fresh, lifegiving air. Instead of letting go, the fishlike affini only pulled me down deeper, into a darker stratum of the pool, where the sound was even more muted. Just as my vision began to blister at the edges and my thoughts began to slow, she pulsed upwards in a rushing tide, bubbles spilling off of her body and swirling around my ears, and I popped above the surface with a desperate gasp.

A tsunami of briny tidepool and sweet honeysuckle slammed into me, crawling up my nostrils and down my throat, and I was instantly burning with need. Before I could take a second breath, I was yanked back down into the watery depths. 

Plunging down and down, the pressure in my ears increased until it felt like it was pressing into my head, until I threw open my eyes and in the half-light saw nothing but her eyes, her magnificent sextet of cerulean pools that pierced into me. I had to fight back the urge to gasp. I had to keep my breath in my lungs for as long as I could. 

There was no way I could hold it for long enough, and it burst out of my throat, glistening bubbles in the inky darkness. Her smile matched them, what little light there was glinting from the sharpness. Before I could suck a lungful of thick water, she let go and I shot towards the surface. Once again the intoxicating euphoriant rushed through my lungs and into my bloodstream, tides of carnal desire addling my brain. I couldn’t help but take in as much as I could, even knowing it was going to leave me punch-drunk and reeling.

Finally, she dropped me, and dove back under the surface like a lurking predator. I swam over to the edge, hands crashing into the water, and pulled up short of the wall where another floret was sitting by the side with her feet dipped in the water.

“Evening darling,” said the redhead, sipping something sparkling from a cup.

I slowly caught my breath and gave her a little wave. “Um... Hello?” My words were hot in my mouth, tasting like saltwater and algal growths and sweet flowers.

She gave a dry chuckle and raised her eyebrows in the direction of the water in between me and her.

A heavily modded floret burst up out of the misty pool beside me, and pulled in close, her plush soft skin sent small sparks like pins and needles down my spine. Her legs were wrapped together in rainbow strands that transformed her lower half into a tail, though it was clear enough I could still see her toes at the bottom. I watched in mild fascination as the thin ridges on her neck sealed with a little layer of webbing that prevented the pink gills from taking in air. 

The dark blonde girl saddled up beside me brushed a finger across my shoulder with caution. “You have nice arms,” she said shyly, poking at my bicep. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Abby, Abby Icarus, Independent!” I felt a giddy elation in my chest at the compliment. Fuck, this girl was cute, and I was so horny. I could actually see her irises- she was probably more sober than me. It wouldn’t hurt to be admired. I had done that before the party, even. I posed with my arm out to show off a bit. “And uh, yeah, the muscle’s not even from class-Gs, I just used to work out a lot.”

“Wow, that's so cool,” she giggled, gazing up at me with a vulnerable look of faux-naive arousal that made me want to do bad things to her. 

She brushed her fingers over my hips, along my thighs, up my sternum. Her motions sent little waves of pleasant pressure against my skin through the water, and with my panties suddenly tented, I could feel the currents against the part of me I wanted to be inside her. I shouldn’t. But I wanted to.

Maybe Natalie was right. Was I just being a prude by refusing to fuck florets? The scent clinging to me overpowered all principles with sheer force of boner. I was already in a fucking collar and drugged out of my mind. Fucking a floret wasn’t going to put me in any more danger of being domesticated tonight. Maybe it was exactly what I needed to get off that damn concern board. Taking something cute and small and stuffing my dick inside her until she screamed my name would fulfil every social need I could think of.

I ran my hands back through the frills on her thighs. Fuck, that was hot. My fingers dipped under her belly, and I was pleased to confirm that the mods on her legs had not robbed her of having a soft pussy. Something hungry reared in my chest as the girl whimpered and rocked against my exploring fingers. Once I had reached her there, the floret’s fingers stopped being quite so chaste, shyly stroking at the head of my cock through the waterlogged elastic. Maybe I could get some tail tonight after all.

Suddenly, there was a motion in the water behind me. The affini who had been playfully drowning me just a moment ago emerged from below, sliding in behind me in an exact mirror of the pose I was holding the mermaid floret in. I felt a pressure against my lower back. Not a pleasure graft, that would be significantly less threatening. It was the point of an injector needle, pressing into me as stiff as my dick had been a few seconds ago. 

“It is a pleasure to meet you.” The Affini sung in a harmonic polytonal that seemed to echo off the large room’s walls.

The injector pulled away, and the dizziness started. “Whuh? Do I know you, Miss?”

The affini abruptly grabbed my legs and spread them underwater. My panties, the last of my clothing I was still wearing, were torn off and left to float away. A slippery membrane of plant matter began to slide on my undercarriage, coating me from taint to hole in something clinging and tingly. 

“You do now, sweet petal. Dulse Leucosia, or Miss Leucosia if you wish to remain in my good books. And this is my little seashell Anna, and I see you’ve already met Grace.”

I was dizzy with disorientation, spinning from the pungent aroma of her body, and burning with arousal. I trembled in tingling excitement as more of her tendrils emerged, wrapping me in slick aquatic vines that left me squirming. I swung my head around, every movement a wobbly blur to face the girl I had just been fantasizing about bending over something and seeing if her gills were an erogenous zone. I could feel myself flushing, my heart racing, blush pooling in my cheeks and chest.

“I need to uh, I should probably… What did you just rub on me?” Suddenly, I had a much greater interest in learning about the class M/B/Z Natalie had mentioned existing.

“Well, you seemed interested in having intimate relations with my floret, I figured I would help you along! My little seashell can be so shy.”

Anna squirmed, and made a flustered noise. Admittedly, her owner kelpfucking my taint had not exactly been the wind in my dominant sails Dulse seemed to think it was. The floret, however, was now staring at me with hunger, biting her lip, and blushing,

“Incredible what even a small amount of it can do to someone,” the redhead drawled. “The properties of mielyu musk are a wonderfully fascinating thing. But don’t worry darling, our little Annabelle will take care of it for you. Won’t you, honey?”

The meeker floret that was cuddling into me squirmed and scrunched her face. I could almost feel the eager ripples of melodic excitement flowing off of Dulse. Anna took a slow breath, released it with a sigh, then mustered up an eager grin and plunged under the surface. 

I was confused, until I felt thumbs sliding between my lower cheeks and pulling the muscle aside so she could reach the coated residue with her tongue. My eyes immediately rolled back as I learned what being eaten out on xenodrugs felt like. Dulse’s fronds held my legs open, but not because I was resisting consciously. It felt amazing. Every little dutiful lick up my perineum made me squeal and writhe as much as the bondage allowed.

I clung to the side of the pool for dear life, squirmed and mewled in enjoyment as her lips closed around my balls and gently sucked, tongue lapping around my entire scrotum. Dulse had to squeeze even tighter to keep me from accidentally kicking her floret.

I knew this sensation well enough from riding face, though the level of intensity and enthusiasm was far more than I was accustomed to even before the drugs multiplied it. Her nose pressed in so hard against my hole it flattened, and yet she never seemed to stop. After a minute I started to worry for her safety.  I managed to choke out a few words between moans. 

“Doesn’t she need to breathe?”

“That’s what her gills are for,” laughed the redhead, who had been touching her clit while watching her pinnate. “Here, you want something too?”

Grace lifted her leg, and I expected her to move to bury my face in her pussy. But instead when my mouth opened lazily her toes slipped in. I had never sucked anyone’s toes before, but I defaulted to a mix of the instincts of sucking dick and licking clit and her moans indicated I wasn’t on the wrong track. Her feet still carried the wetness of the pool, the buzzing heat of the drugs within the surf’s foam far more potent against my tongue than my skin.

“Stars, you’re even better at this than the captain I looted back in the pirate days. He was terribly desperate to ensure that we left his ship undamaged. The look on his face when I told him what it would take. That was after the recession of ‘48, of course. I doubt you remember it. You look pretty young.”

I half-spoke, half-moaned a confused response, but she used the excuse to push her toes deeper onto my lapping tongue, and at the same time Anna made a subtle but significant adjustment, hesitantly swirling her tiny tongue around the ring of my hole. With an upward swipe she pressed back down on my taint, ripping a moan from me as I watched her translucent green, orange and purple tail buck against the water.

Dulse hummed in approval as she watched the scene before her. “Perhaps I should apply some of my scented coating to the inside parts of your body as well. She is quite skilled with her tongue when properly motivated!”

The aquatic affini was not kidding. The swirling lapping was incredible, making my entire abdomen tighten and my tongue tremble against the pad of Grace’s heel. The tingling sensation built and built, and I had an inescapable awareness of pressure within, one which was unfortunately only indirectly related to arousal. I finally spat Grace’s toes out of my mouth and snapped my fingers a few times.

“No, okay, fuck. Hold on, you need to let go of me. I'm actually serious.”

Dulse tilted her head to the side. “Why?”

I whimpered as the desperate licking and sucking on my taint shifted again and Anna started licking my balls. “Because I need to piss!”

Grace laughed, rested her spit-glistening toes on my forehead, and pointed at a door over her shoulder. “Bathroom is behind me, but why bother? You’re already in the pool, who cares?”

I looked down incredulously through the foamy water, at the floret latched like a lamprey between my legs, tonguing my skin hard enough to give me a prostate massage. “Anna’s face is right next to my dick!”

Dulse and Grace sported disturbingly similar evil grins. “Good.”

The combination of pressures, both fluid and social, won out for a brief moment. A few drops escaped me. I felt the girl pause for a moment in surprise, as she was presumably hit right in the gills.  

“Fuck, no, no, no!”

I planted both hands against the side of the pool, and pulled myself away. Anna swam up to continue as long as she could, finally disconnecting from my asshole with a wet pop.

“Come back! I wasn’t done,” the mermaid whined as I stumbled away.

I needed to get out of here, get away from… whatever this was. This insane party and its guestlist of ravenous florets and their coteries of fuckbuddies. I needed to get the fuck out of here before I fell into something I couldn’t come back from. I needed to study for my fucking exams! I just needed a moment to breathe, refocus, and then I could figure out a plan for surviving the night. My social needs were met and then some. Wellness concern board be damned, and if I ever found out who put me on that list I was going to give them a piece of my mind.

I also desperately needed to piss. That came first.

I stumbled towards the bathroom, nearly tripping over my own feet as I gripped at the brass handle and closed the door behind me. I couldn’t hide in here forever, but I could buy myself time to figure out an escape plan. The fact that there was another door leading out to the other side was promising.

My bladder was close to bursting from my water bottle and the juice that affini had given me, so I pulled myself towards the toilet, wobbling unsteadily as I sat down. The tiles below me danced in time with my heartbeat as I tried to focus, reminding myself how to pee. My cheeks were sparkling with pleasure and I numbly ran my tongue across the inside of my mouth. Fuck, I was really high. 

The spray of relief exploded out of me and I desperately scrambled to stifle the moan as it was pulled from my lips. Whatever was in that drink… and the pool… and the injections… and the taint coating… had scrambled every sensation in my body until there was only one result left. Shuddering, squealing pleasure.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door. My eyes went wide and the stream of my own release stopped. I whimpered again at the absence of flow, the mere state change alone feeling like dragging claws of giddiness. 

“Occupied!”

I had always known on some level that it was true, but it was only as the doorknob started to turn that I was hit by the realization that there are no locked doors in the Compact. Not to the Affini, and not here.

But it wasn’t Anna, Grace or Dulse who walked in.

The two affini that walked in were an odd couple. One was tall and imposing, and had a large leafy hat that cast her single glowing purple eye in shadow as she looked down at me. The other was short for her kind, only a bit taller than me, with two enormous buglike eyes, a beaklike smile, and a pair of antennae that looked like gravity-defying pigtails. Both had greenish blue leaves that absorbed the light at all but glancing angles, giving them a dark silhouette with brighter edges. I was unable to recall if I had seen them in the pool room or not. 

I tensed up reflexively and reached for my panties, only to remember that they were long gone. The taller affini kneeled down to meet my eyeline and slowly extended a vine that met my hand.

“You may relax. We are medical professionals, just here to check on you. My partner detected noises that could have been distress as you ran in here. I see her concern was not misplaced.” Her tone was flat as a pancake that had been crushed under the weight of all textbooks I should be reading right now.

“I’m okay, I really don’t need any help. I’m fine, and I should probably be going home. I'm done anyway.”

I tried to get up, but the shorter one lashed out additional vines that held me in place with enormous strength. “No, sweetie, stay right here. I am an expert on urinary health, you know.” Her voice was bizarre, the polar opposite of the monotone of the other, each word at a seemingly random pitch and sounding like a sample of a voice from completely different audio environments.

The tall one seemed to agree. “The engagement of your abdominal muscles suggests you are holding back from full release. It is terribly unhealthy to leave your needs unmet, especially ones that are so foundational to your biology. I shall append this incident to your listing on the ship’s wellness concern board.”

The vine that was holding my hand swirled around my wrist tightly, and I reached out with my other hand to free myself. The limb extended further until both of my hands were restrained, every squeezing pulse of bondage driving rushes of electric enjoyment into my flesh.

I glared at the two of them furiously, face burning. “I can't go if you're standing here staring at me!” I was rock hard now too, which wasn't helping matters.

My arms were hoisted above my head, and the twelve purple spots on the short one’s face began to flicker. Was it a code? Some kind of pattern? I had to focus and find the pattern in the dots. my heart began to pound in my chest as the urge to escape drained from me, replaced with a thrumming desire to be still and compliant. I had to keep looking, though, I was so close to figuring out what the pattern was.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, it is perfectly possible! Marsha, perhaps an assistive device would help the poor thing.”

“I am not sure it would be the first route of treatment I would choose, but it is sufficient for the situation.”

“I know how much you like the catheter, my love. Treat yourself.”

“I see. A fair point, this is a party, after all.”

Though I was still unable to look away from the purple spots, I still saw motion in my peripheral vision. A thin tendril slithered out of the taller affini’s body, up towards my throbbing girlcock. A cool lubricant was sprayed from the tip onto my dick, rousing a further pumping of blood into it quickly and needily. Then I felt it probing at my slit. I whimpered and whined as I realized in shock the intended purpose of this green wriggling tube, but it had already begun. Steadily the slick intruder plunged, deeper than I had ever gone when experimenting with sounding myself. I nearly came as the gentle pressure massaged my prostate from the inside. I felt it expanding, branching out into a capillary net inside what could only be my bladder, a place I had never even fathomed of being touched by another person before. The affini disconnected the tendril and it shortened, widening as it did, with a small flare at the tip that stopped it from going inside entirely.

I panted and cried in delicious, drug fueled euphoria as the tendril started to pump, ever so slightly. Just the sensation of it stretching alone started to set me on edge. A drizzling spurt grew into a flooding torrent of liquid once more, and the momentum of the expulsion alone was like the dragging pawing pumps of a sweet girl jacking me off from the inside. I was made empty at both ends, pulling moans from my mouth and fluid from my bladder until I could produce no more of either.

The tall one spoke again in the same monotone, unmoved by my moans. “The device will disengage automatically after 24 hours, and you may remove it yourself at that time. Until then, it will help with your shy bladder. Allow us to help you get cleaned up.”

She patted me down, and the sensation of the vibration of her touch traveling through my innermost sensitive places made me squirm on the seat. The soft root system I could feel spread inside was a bizarre but deeply pleasurable sensation, only made stronger by the xenodrugs.

Finally, the flickering dots all dimmed. I never did figure out the pattern, but at least now I could remember how to talk again.

“I don’t need help, I’m just going to- Whatever, I’m just gonna head home, I have to study for my exams.” I shakily stood, and felt a loose drop leak. I tried to hold back, but literally physically could not clench around the tube in any way that would stop it from running down my leg. “Fuck. Isn't this going to make me constantly piss myself?”

The shorter one giggled. “The floors are all self cleaning, little one. No one will mind!”

I looked around wildly, and remembered there was another door from the one I and the two affini had entered through. I made a break for it, whimpering at the sensation of the catheter plug inside me. The handle twisted under my grip, I dove through, and slammed the door behind me. Whatever was in here, there was no way it was worse than what I had just left.

I looked up at the dozens upon dozens of affini eyes now staring down at me with unconcealed hunger and dripping injectors. My eyes adjusted to the dark and murky space I had stumbled into, I could see I was in a bedroom. Then, as I spotted the vacant, limbless doll who was drugged beyond even being able to moan lying on the bed, I realized I maybe should have just gone back to having my taint licked in the pool.

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Dulse, Anna, and Grace from A Sea Of Stars

Marsha Lywick from Good Sensory

Poppy Versonia from Sweet Poppy

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Chapter 5

Summary:

Last chapter recap:

Abby got taken to an upstairs pool for a less stimulating environment. She got eaten out by a floret while another put her toes in her mouth. Then she ran to the bathroom, where two strange affini broke in and put a catheter device inside her, before she stumbled out of the bathroom and into a dark room full of affini.

Notes:

CWs:

Chastity, gang mindrape, breathplay, unconventional penetration, (temporary) erotic prosthetic removal

I could smell durataxin in the air, a name I knew from the drinks Reade’s boyfriend or Jenny’s Mistress favored. This wasn’t just a faint smell on the wind though, this was a thick fug of turpentine stench, far stronger than I had ever experienced when around either of them. This was not one affini having a drink, this was a room of drunk, partying xenos.

Tendrils gripped and pulled at me from all sides, stopping me from stumbling as the powerful smell hit my lungs, but also ending all hope I could escape. I needed to get back to my communicator, find someone who could help me get this collar off. They writhed in undulations of whimper inducing bliss as they bound my wrists and lifted me off the ground by my ankles.

I could not tell how many affini were in the room. Dozens of eyes, flower petals, hands. I heard the pinches of injections and felt the groping of vines as I was abruptly and without warning dragged this way and that. There was no rhythm to it that I could tell, but the affini laughed and crowed as they played with me.

The cooperative mass of intoxicated affini cheered and whistled and sang as they pinned me down to the four poster bed in the center of the room. I attempted to squirm, in confusion as much as in protest, but the limbs holding me in place didn’t budge. The four posts of the bed seemed to almost bow inwards as the affini pressed closer around me, threatening, imposing, staring down at me with transfixing eyes. 

I remembered I wasn’t alone on the bed- a girl was splayed out on it beside me. She had wood and silver prosthetics disconnected beside her, and was drooling amber and pink goo from the corner of her mouth and the four ports her limbs would normally be connected to. 

I looked at the delimbed woman with the kind of horror that made me throb and leak precum through the catheter inside me. Utterly helpless, leaking sap from every one of the holes I could see, the center of attention to everyone, so wanted and desired, not needing to prove her worth at all… She was also weirdly familiar. Had I seen her in a porno before?

We were pushed together, and my cock rubbed against her crotch agonizingly. The girl’s moans and mine mixed, which at least confirmed she was present enough to respond to stimuli.

She gave me an empty, drooling gaze, and then spoke, voice dripping with bratty sarcasm. “Hey, what are you in for?”

“Nothing, I… fuck, you're really cute. But I can't fuck you, that's not… principles.”

She flopped limply, in a way that rolled her deeper into the depression in the bed under me, and pressed her breasts against mine. “Ah. That's rough, buddy.” 

I struggled, and yelled out to the affini holding me in place. “Um, I'm not a pet, I think I'm in the wrong room!”

“I'm not a pet either,” the doll beside me huffed, her eyes still vacant, face splattered in the sticky, multicolored pollen of at least a dozen affini.

“Wait, how did you end up in here then?”

“I was getting away with… too many gay crimes and… they had to reduce my power level.” 

I squeaked as petals and thorns rubbed over my body and wrapped one of my arms around her. I couldn’t see if the other woman was wearing a collar or not under her outfit, but nobody undomesticated would be bratting at the affini like this. “Oh okay, so you're just a floret.”

The girl huffed, and wriggled like she would have crossed her arms if they were still attached. “I can neither… confirm nor deny this. Don't worry about it, petal.”

The drunken affini playing with us made chiding noises.

“Sweeties, you don't need to talk so much.” “Such chatty things they are.” “Let’s make them kiss instead!”

A pair of leafy hands pushed our faces together, and I found out that the honeylike fluids all over her face tasted like a delicious citrus candy as our lips were clumsily mashed together. After a moment I broke the kiss to breathe, and she giggled like someone who had fucked around and was dying to find out.

Vines wound around my neck and pressed my face close to the interface port on her nearest shoulder. Fuck. It smelled like honey and good pussy. I licked without thinking, and the girl started to thrash against me as best as she could with her spine alone. “Ffffuck, god, fuck.”

I rolled on top of her, and my stiff cock caught against one of her leaking leg ports. I wanted to fuck this girl so bad, she was like a squirming little pillow. I still had the catheter in, but I didn’t care, I needed to stick my cock in one of her sockets and feel the writhing flesh squeeze around me. She had said she wasn’t a floret, it was fine. It was fine. I just had to get myself lined up… easier said than done.

I would just have to ask the affini for help. I lifted my mouth from her shoulder port and mumbled a plea for assistance in fucking this girl. “Can you all help me with my… my dick?”

Vines snatched me off of her, and pinned me on my back, which was exactly the opposite of what I had been hoping for.

“Of course we can help you!” “Is she not already sealed?” “Partly!~” “Looks like Marsha and Poppy got to her.” “Do you still have the sap?”

Something warm and sticky began to pour over my crotch, tingling and electric, like hot honey, but thicker than what I had been licking out of the girl’s shoulder port before. I writhed in the many-vined grasp that pinned me, even as the sap pooled in recesses and oozed around the shaft of my dick. Tendrils kneaded and shaped it, making sure it didn’t cover the catheter that was already inside me, ensuring I wouldn’t be spared the embarrassment of constantly dripping down my thighs. I felt the sap hardening, locking away what I would usually make cutely pathetic girls bury their nose in until I ground myself to orgasm against their face.

“You’re going to be such a good girl for us.” “Such a good girl.” “And you’re going to take it so well.” “So well.” “While we teach you a lesson,” “an important lesson,” “about the importance of taking care of your wellbeing.” “Isn’t that right, Abby?”

The words were as overwhelming as the gripping tendrils, the pulsing vegetation that pressed me into the bed and held me so firmly on something so perfectly soft. I felt like I should have sunk into it, burying myself in clouds that tickled at my skin and made me feel like I was falling through zephyr. The feeling was imposing, encompassing, spilling into the edges of my psyche. And then, just as quickly as it had pressed in, it was gone.

Whimpering, I felt the strength leave my body. My muscles went limp, and despite the restraints, I sagged in the affini’s grip. I knew how this kind of thing ended, and I was fooling myself to imagine any other, but I didn’t want to be a floret. All I wanted was to go to my hab and study and pass my finals and- I looked into the closest set of eyes I could see and pleaded with them silently, begging them to just let me go, just stop. I didn’t cry, there weren’t tears left, but I begged without words.

“Aww,” a voice on the other side of my body chimed in. “She likes you!” 

The face-like mass of eyes I was desperately gazing at hummed a polytonal response. “It’s okay sweet petal, I like you too.”

The pooling purple voids swelled with a reverberating sense of predatory prowess, and my limp body became somehow slacker, breathing spilling from my lips in a series of pathetic little moans. I couldn’t do it, I didn’t have it, I was just going to let it happen.

I blinked firmly and shook my head, clenching my face. Finding some last reserve of energy, I spat against the vine that was firm against my jaw. Writhing with all my might, I frantically, desperately, urgently pulled against the stiff jute rope of their living bondage to no avail.

“H-hey!! I have to go home, I have finals to study for! Let go of me, right fucking now!”

A grumbling growl chuckled out from the twisting, roiling assembly of constructed bodies that reeked of durataxin. “Language, petal.”

They were fully upon me, and I was thoroughly overwhelmed, bewilderingly horny and petrifyingly afraid. My attention was pulled back to my body as I felt a wriggling slithering appendage curl up my spine, twisting around my neck, every inch intimidatingly pleasurable on my drugged and aroused skin.

“We can talk about this! Hey, maybe the doll girl wants another round! I didn’t come in here intentionally, there are plenty of florets who would love this I’m sure!”

“Shhh, little flower.” “Quiet now.” “Settle down~” “Breathe deep for us, little one.”

The vine continued, going further and further, caressing my collar until the length of its form hung above my face. I realized in a panic what its intended application was. I closed my mouth as firmly as possible and shook my head, taking rapid gasping breaths through my nose. Suddenly, the vine clenched down on my windpipe and my eyes flew open in shock.

I tried to pull in a breath but was met with complete resistance. Perhaps this wasn’t so different from the pool after all. What was the deal with affini and deciding when you get to breathe? Only once my vision was blistering into a vibrating static white did it finally release. I swallowed air as desperately as possible, ecstasy inducing oxygen that made my mouth fly open, and the vine found its target.

The thick, spiralling mass of vines plunged, with a texture like a vegetable, somehow tasting like sweaty girlcock. It was musty and wet with my drooling saliva as it stretched my jaw to its limit. I felt a thousand tiny sparks fire, like a jellyfish’s sting. My tongue sent fiery signals to my brain as if it was an erogenous zone as the friction of its persistent movement ran across my inflamed taste buds, deeper and deeper. I knew that I should be gagging as it continued, but I did nothing but desperately swallow in vibrating moans.

One of the faces loomed above me as every roping tendril holding me down tightened. Rippling oceanic galaxies spiralled into me, pulling my body up and sending my brain falling down into its drowning depths. A voice from somewhere far above me echoed out in a sweet, sunken sing-song.

“You’re just a silly little thing, aren’t you? Ever so empty…”

The vine that was deep down my throat and on its way to my belly tugged forward, and my head pulled into a nodding motion, as if to signal my agreement with the statement that was filling my mind, soaking into the folds of my brain. I was so silly for coming here in the first place, so calm and so empty.

The girl beside me shook her head as much as she could manage and made a tutting noise. “Oh they’re using that voice now? You’re cooked, kiddo, you’re donion rings, nice knowing ya.”

I felt the lazy crawl of a sharp needle dripping up my leg, before it found the plush flesh of my lower thigh and bit deeply in. All the extremities of the room began to fade into darkness until nothing but the glowing eyes, the haze of lurid balsams and thick florals suffusing me, pressing into me and only that and the sensation of the vines remained.

Another set of glistening orbs pulled me away from the first, sending me into their swirling purple abysses.

“You’re a filthy, slutty little thing.” “Burning with a needy,” “needy heat.”

I felt so empty. So needy. Warmth was pooling in my tummy, building and rising. I tried ineffectually to rock my hips back and forth from my strapped down position. The sap seal around my straining cock rubbed uselessly, urgently. 

Once again, the tugging vine that filled my windpipe pulled downwards, and I was brought into a deep nod.

I felt the prickle of another needle and the spreading of a deep, oozing warmth from the crook of my elbow out into my bloodstream. 

“You need to be touched more than anything else.”

All at once, my skin was illuminated in joy, so exquisitely sensitive and hyper aware of every trailing vine. The desperate bucking need in my belly was crawling and climbing up my chest, dripping and drooling from my lips, leaking and dribbling into my sappy confinement.

“You’re a hopelessly dependent pet.” “Cute, happy pollen slut~”

I whined down onto the hot squirming gag in a desperate cry and let out a hesitant nod. I was so empty, entering an urgent heat, begging to be touched and so hopelessly, hopelessly, dependent. My cock strained against the encasement, arousal dumped onto me like gasoline on a campfire.

“You’re a good little sap rag.” 

I was lost in a dance of eyes, clenching down on the rippling vine, slack in the tight grasp of an uncountable quantity of affini, and I frantically nodded in agreement. A set of drizzling thorns burst from the vine that held my throat tightly in its grasp, and then instantly sunk deep into my veins. 

I needed their attention, craved to be filled, burned with needy heat and fuck, I wanted everything right now. If not for the vine in my mouth I would be begging for them all to take me home with them, begging to give away everything to every affini with even a slight interest in having me, begging to be a good little free use sap rag pollen slut.

*knock knock*

There was a sharp rap at the door. I shot to the surface of lucidity so quickly that for a moment it was like I was back in the pool.

Yellow light cracked the pinkish haze, illuminating shadowy forms of branches and leaves around me. Every one of the affini pinning my whimpering, trembling form froze, turning to face the door as it opened. The new arrival was preceded by the steady sound of a ferrule clacking against the ground, before a tall woman walked in with the assistance of a stylish cane and the graceful air of a regent.

Cool air from the hall brushed against my face, and the vine that had been stuffed so far down my throat it could touch my stomach retracted, carefully extricating itself from between my teeth before I could protest. Whining, I immediately missed the warmth and sharpness of the intrusion, and I hated how badly I wanted it buried back inside me.

The newcomer scanned the room as she entered, surveyed the scene with sharp eyes, and when she looked at the bed, rose an eyebrow. “Ah, there you are.”

In my dizzy haze, it took me several long moments to recognize her despite her familiar face. Princess Lynn Echeveria, a friend of a friend through many connections, but never really a close one. This was her house, or her owner’s house at least, she was the hostess. She could rescue me from this misunderstanding, and allow me to go home, back to my studies. 

She turned over her shoulder to shout into the hallway she had entered from. “Miss Rellarum, I found her!”

I didn’t know who that was, but it didn’t matter. Some part of me desperately sang in relief. I could be free of this misplaced collar. I could go home and study. 

The affini in the room greeted her, their collective focus no longer on me, even though their vines still bound me. 

“Hey princess!” “The lady of the house, what an honor.” “Good to see you, little one.” “Can we carry you, sweetie?” “You really shouldn’t be on your feet!~”

The bondage on my limbs lessened, as a significant fraction of the mass went to dote on her instead, rubbing her belly, stroking her head behind the tiara. Something irrational inside me hissed in jealousy, but I pushed that aside. I found that I could struggle, shaking off the worst of their restraint and getting halfways to sitting up.

Lynn laughed off the vines attempting to carry her, leaning on her cane instead as she made her slow way into the room with a heavy gait that still felt regal. “I can still walk just fine, relax.”

A bioluminescent affini with six eyes I had never seen before entered the room from behind Lynn. “Ah, there’s my wildflower. Thank you for the assistance, dear.”

The affini flowed over to the bed, and I looked up at the mysterious savior. She had pretty blue streaks that glowed in the shadows, and a predator’s gaze that masked a deep kindness. The affini picked up the girl beside me, and swept her up into a loving embrace while gathering the rest of her limbs with stray vines. The mass of affini around us cooed in adoration. My heart sank, as I realized this rescue wasn’t for me.

The drooling doll girl gave the affini holding her a look of pure safety, devotion, and love. “Wistaria! I missed you, hi again… woaw. The spirit of free Terra is… Fuck, you're pretty… I have such a pretty girlfriend who definitely isn't my owner…”

“Uh huh," the affini answered, with the tone of one rolling their eyes. "And have we learned our lesson about provoking predators at a party?”

“Never. I’m untamable.”

The affini kissed the girl with a hungry growl, and there were four wet squelches as vines plugged the girl’s prosthetic sockets again. Amused chimes and whistles rang throughout the mass of intoxicated affini surrounding us. The pair turned and left, and Lynn turned to follow them. I had to get her attention, she was my chance to get out of this madhouse of a situation.

“Hey, can you help me, Lynn, right?” I barely recognized my own voice as I warbled out the question, thin and reedy and laced with an intoxicated slurring. “Or. Princess, sorry…”

The floret looked at me with a quizzical expression. “Sorry, I can’t ‘help you’. I’m not attracted to humans.” Her eyes glanced down to the splattered resin cage on my cock. “Besides, I don't think the option is there even if I was.”

I was about to try to explain that I didn’t mean I wanted her to join me, but a large hand grabbed me by the chin, pressed my tongue down, and poured something sweet and bubbly down my throat while several of the affini cheered. 

Lynn chuckled, and looked back up at the masses of foliage. “You lot better compile new sheets after this, though. Don’t leave a mess again. Take her to the basement when you’re done.”

“Okay sweetie!” “Will do~” “Have a good night, Princess!”

Lynn left, shutting the door behind her. 

The amber glow from the hallway was gone, and I was plunged back into a darkness illuminated by the hypnotic glow of hungry affini, surrounded by the glinting of thorny teeth and dripping injectors. I wanted to laugh, or cry, or scream hysterically at the ceiling as the vines flooded back in now that the distraction was over. Trapped, tears falling down my face, I barely had a chance to bemoan the loss of the chance I had to escape what was increasingly seeming like my fate for the evening.

Bucking wildly, I still sought any avenue of escape, faces and bodies, vines and flowers folding in and out from each other. Instead, the vines returned to their frenzied explorations of my body, doubled now that I was entirely alone. They curled under my armpits, and around my breasts, squeezing and pressing and coiling until I was entirely buried within their grasp. 

The familiar feeling of my esophageal intruder slinked back down my throat, forcing my eyes to roll back, and others began tentative explorations of my nostrils, my ear canals, places with sensitive nerves no unmodified human lover could even reach. Still, somehow, the voices reached me, some of the sound seeming to originate within the resonant cavities of my own skull.

“Such a needy little thing.”

I made gagged mewling sounds against the vines, whimpering and writhing in their hold. Shouldn’t I be sneezing and coughing at the roots invading my sinuses? Some powdery coating seemed to swallow the reflex whole in its tinging embrace. I couldn’t breathe. My chest ached as my lungs tried to inflate, but there was a total seal.

“You need it all, don’t you? You want more.”

Nodding, I screamed my affirmation, choking on the penetrations. Dopamine kicked my brain in the nuts as the seal opened, passing pure oxygen directly into my lungs.

“You want everything, little toy.”

I didn’t know how to show them what I needed, I could only writhe and buck against them and hope they understood that I wanted everything they offered forever. Maybe they’d even undo the seal on my cock so I could cum. That seemed nice.

“You want to find out what happens in the basement.”

I could barely conceive of their words at this point, it was nothing but a harmony of echoes that shaped my reality into something blissful. Tears streamed from my face as the vines finally slackened.

In a languid slobbering motion, the tendril lodged in my throat retreated, a slick wetness that left a trail down my chest. I cried at the sensation of pure emptiness, cold and shaking from the abandonment and sensory overstimulation. 

Then they were lifting me, pulling me from the sheets slick with my sweat and other fluids, passing me between them through the cool air. Every place their tendrils touched burst into passionate flames, a choral accompaniment to my movement through the room. I was placed on my feet at the foot of the bed, facing a cubby set into the wall, door swung wide open.

“Better get down there then…” “Only one way I see this going!” “Be a good girl for us, sweetie.” “Don’t you want to go in the elevator?”

I was uncertain, and hesitated for a moment, my hands and knees sinking into the soft carpeted floor.

“I-I’m not.”

“You said you wanted to.” “I heard it as well!” “Indeed, you asked to go on the elevator remember?” “You want it!”

Did I? I didn’t remember agreeing to anything like that. A tendril ran up the length of my spine, gesturing my body forwards. I took the hint and crawled in an almost straight line towards the open door, hand over hand, bare ass in the air and only my destination in mind. I had asked to go in the elevator, though I couldn’t for the life of me remember why I wanted to. The small room was enticing, drawing me onwards, until I could feel cooler tile under my knees rather than the carpeted floor of the bedroom.

A vine whipped through the air and I felt the crack as it slapped into my ass, leaving a streak of painful hot tingling pleasure in its wake. My elbows buckled, and I fell to the ground with a whimper.

“She’s such a good girl.” “What a perfect little thing.”

I could tell they were talking about me as the elevator door closed. I felt the floor move, and start to go down.

I wondered what happened in the basement.

 

Notes:

Appearances:

Wistaria and 25, from Five Lives

Lynn, from From Pawn To Princess

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Chapter 6

Summary:

Last chapter recap:

Abby was hypnotized and drugged, and had a liquid chastity cage put on her before she was shoved into an elevator.

Notes:

CWs:

Impact play, enema play, Piss kink (and this time we mean it), humiliation, bathroom control (this is another of those “won't be warned about after this because it's gonna be in every chapter” ones)

Elevators on the aerostat I had grown up on were cramped, noisy boxes. I had not had many chances to be on an elevator in the Compact, since most buildings in the educational district on the Occantalis II simply didn't have a second floor. This ship was on the small side, and I had never ventured into the lower floors of the ring other than to use the trains sometimes.

This was certainly not how I had experienced any elevator before. Lying in a pile of my own drool and sweat, along with the sticky sap and other fluids that had been drooled across me, I stared at my reflection in the gilded skirting of the elevator.

A spark of something like lucidity sent a twitching spasm of action through my body, and I made a pass at standing up. The first time, my hand slipped in a puddle of mixed liquids, but on the second attempt I found firmer footing. Straightening up, sitting pretty on my knees, I finally got an actual look at my new enclosure. 

There were no buttons inside the elevator, the walls a smooth brushed metal that cast blurred versions of my body into infinity. Reaching out to touch one, I found it cool under my fingers, sending a shooting chill up my arm and drawing a little whimper out of my mouth. At least it was warm, the overhead light soothing skin, and casting it in a gold that matched the accents and sanded wood of the space. 

I turned to the door, which was metal flat enough to get a proper look at my own reflection, and took in the sight before me. My arms and thighs were covered in little red dots where I had been injected by the partying drunken mob upstairs. They were like freckles… that all happened to run along major veins. I looked like Reade usually did after a weekend at Nyris’s place, puncture-bruised and glassy eyed. It was kind of hot.

I pawed at the firm resinous coating that had solidified around my dick, testing its flexibility and strength. It was no good, it had dried strong against the skin and I didn’t have the coordination to start digging my nails into the edges. Worse still, what little ductility it had seemed to be allowing it to start to shrink around my now-flaccid cock. It was almost flush with my skin, so smooth it could have been part of the flesh if not for the orange-gold coloration. 

The walls stood firm, the doors held fast, even as I tried to pry into them, against them, trying to find some recess to lodge myself against, something I could escape into. I just needed enough time to figure out how to get off the ride that was this party. A chill of needy desperation clenched in my core as the gravity of the situation floated above me, never quite allowing the emotions to fully set hold.

I was trapped in here, stuck in this descending box and in this predicament, the plaything of innumerable affini, addled and scrambled and desperately horny, empty and eager and happy and- no! I needed to get out of here as soon as I could, I needed to escape, I needed to get back to my hab so I could study for my finals!

Finally, the elevator came to a stop with only the gentlest of braking. I shakily lifted myself up on my hands and knees, dick throbbing against the still-shrinking seal, unsure what would happen next. The doors were still shut, sealed against intrusions, holding back the terrible mysteries that I would be exposed to as the night continued in its madness. Waiting with bated breath, I gasped in relief as the paired doors began to creak open, slow and inexorable. But before the gap was wide enough that I could see any of what lay beyond, a flower-tipped vine slithered through the slit and a spray of purple mist choked the air. I was being hotboxed, every breath laced with some new compound.

I collapsed on the floor, giggling and squirming and rubbing my face against the tiles. It felt so nice, why was I worried again? This was fun.

When the cloudy air was thick enough I couldn’t see a foot in front of me, the door finally opened all the way, and a new set of unfamiliar vines pressed in to snatch me out.

“Hello there, Abby! Wonderful to see you again. I didn’t know you were interested in the things we do down here in the basement.”

Three diamond shaped eyes looked down at me. Oh. It was Tali again. Well, if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that I wanted to find out what happens in the basement. It was practically bold emphasized text in my head, to help me remember it was my own idea. Convenient! 

“Uh, yeah. I guess I wanted to find out, yeah.”

Her pretty magenta eyes twinkled at me and I started to sink again. “I see! Have you had anything to drink since the juice I gave you? It’s important to stay hydrated for what we have in store.”

I shook my head slowly. I hadn't drunk anything since I dropped my water bottle, unless you counted the pool water I had sucked off that floret’s toes. “Um, no, miss Tali.”

“I see! Well, let's give this cutie some electrolytes, the fun way! We have a station just for that. Here, your friend can help you!”

Before I could resist or try to crawl away, her large alien hand wrapped around my lower back, securing itself across my waist like a belt and binding my hands at my sides. She steered and maneuvered me through a scene of absolute depravity, sucking and fucking and screaming and moaning coming from sophonts of every type and size. What transient glimpses I could resolve through the stupor behind my eyeballs painted quite a scene. They were chained to walls, suspended in vines, crawling and keening and humping to their hearts content.

I saw rows of wooden tables with ominous implements and sex toys beyond comprehension, even a set of compilers in case the specific thing that was needed was unavailable. A snack and hydration station in the corner seemed like the logical destination, and so I began to wobble towards it, only to feel her correctively shift me over towards an area where the ground was lined with long drainage slits. 

I was unceremoniously shoved into an all fours position over the drain's grate, and dozens of eyes of the human and xeno variety slewed around to regard me with interest. I shivered nervously, which caused a clear droplet to leak from my cage, plinking softly against the metal. They were all watching me, focused on me, their own play not ceasing, but slowing a little at this new entertainment presented to them. My eyes couldn’t linger on anything, sliding from one face to the next, from one set of eyes to another. 

It wasn’t until I caught sight of a strange device next to me that I managed to actually focus though the drugged haze.

It was a boxy machine on the ground, blinking with rainbow colors, a set of tubes and buttons spilling out of it. It almost resembled a modified compiler, and whatever purpose it served was a mystery, though I was very sure it was bound to be inflicted upon me. A floret in a green dress and apron was standing beside it, and she recognized me as I recognized her.

“Abby?” Aoife’s distinct drawling accent cut through the background moans. “This ain't where I expected to see you. I thought you was just drinking water tonight.”

I tried to wave, but immediately lost my balance and went back to having both elbows on the floor. “Oh. Um, hi, Aoife. Yeah… What are you doing down here?”

“I run the pump machine sometimes, it's fun. Just like mixing drinks at the restaurant, but with a different destination!”

“Oh stars, is that what that thing is?” I paused, half stunned, until I remembered I’d never heard of a pump machine, “What the fuck does a pump machine do?”

Red hair spilled over my shoulder as she leaned over me, tickling against my skin, and breathed heavily in my ear. I could smell the mint of the gum she was chewing. “You’ll find out in a moment, hon.”

I heard the sliding of thick, flexible tubing as it was dragged across the floor towards me. Glancing around, the only exit I could see was on the other side of a towering formation of vines that was facing towards the next room, and even if that hadn’t been the case, I could still feel Tali standing a few feet away, flora rustling expectantly. I was so addled I couldn’t even walk over here without her help, and I didn’t even really find out what happens in the basement yet. I resolved to stay in place and do my best to endure the proceedings. They couldn’t be worse… or better… than what had just happened in the bedroom. 

I whimpered at her touch as a slippery set of digits pressed against my asshole, already slick from being devoured by that aquatic floret in the pool, sinking into the flesh before dragging out with a slide. 

“You see, Abby, the clue is in the name. I know it ain't easy for a new leaf like you to think right now, but I’m sure you can put two and two together for me, okay?”

Aoife prowled around me hungrily and pressed the tube nozzle between my thighs, dragged up further until it was pressed against my cheeks. I squirmed away, but Aoife made a chiding noise.

“Be still, Abby, feels way better if you don't fight against it.”

Her hand firmly pressed on my lower back. Any notion of moving away was gone. Sure, I worked out and had a bit of muscle, but she had made a living working hard jobs on the outer rim of the Accord even before she was a floret. I couldn't even overpower a tiny girltwink earlier when Natalie was on top of me thanks to the strength given by an implant, Aoife was out of the question.

“There we go! Good girl. It'll be fun once you loosen up a little, I promise.”

The pressure forced me lower, using my own arms for stability. The lubricated head slipped into my hole, and the redhead began sliding it in and out of me, the vine-like intruder starting to vibrate. The fuck was deep, controlling, and rough. 

Aoife seemed to particularly relish in how I whimpered when she paused from sodomizing me with the device to slam a deep, bruising impact upon my ass. Some horrified part of my mind realized sitting down to take my exams was going to be torture after the third blow, and I stopped counting strikes after six. My mouth was still begging her for more.

“Pretty tush you got there, Abby. Looks pretty in pink.”

Finally, Aoife stopped thrusting the device into me, and she growled in orgasmic satisfaction as though sodomizing me with the nozzle had made her cum, which maybe it had, some twisted bliss that had been sadistically pulled from me and transmitted to her via her implant. The nozzle throbbed and sprayed lubricated heat inside me, gushes of fluid jetting into my bowels. A small bulb inside started to expand, enough that I couldn't have pushed it out if I tried.

I couldn’t tell what I was feeling anymore, everything was one continuous overstimulating ruin, a complete collapse of my psyche into sensation. With the addition of the nozzle inflating inside me, and the warm water flooding my insides, I couldn’t tell anything except that the floor was cold on my cheek and my ass had been stuffed more full than I could imagine. 

Had the tube taken on a life of its own? It was moving, pushing deeper, thickening as it went and stretching, oh stars, the stretching shot my vision so furiously white that I clenched my eyes closed and let out a low, needy, humming moan.

I buckled over on all fours like an animal, braced in a focus that wouldn’t extend beyond the barest sensations of my body and refused to prolong into a single moment beyond the current one.

She made a satisfied grunt. “There we go, let’s get started.”

“Started? No, I can’t, it’s too much, too full.”

“Oh Abby. Always the same battle with you, ain’t it. ‘I can’t go out, I need to study,’ ‘I can’t spend time with Affini, I might become a floret,’ ‘Can’t have sex with a floret because they can't consent,’ ‘I can’t take the gallons of vine fucking enema, it’s too much’. Can’t can’t can’t can’t can’t.”

“Hold on, those four things are not equivalen-”

She put a finger over my mouth to shush me. “Well, all of that ends tonight. Because,” she chuckled, a hint of menace beneath her cheerful lilt. “I mean, look at you sweetie! You don’t really got a say in it right now!” 

The tube inside me was really a moving vine, and it started to stretch deep, deeper than I could imagine, deeper than the biggest toy I had ever taken when fantasizing about being made to submit.  

“I feel like I'm gonna explode,” I whined.

“Pft. Nah hon, I know how to make a Martian pressure-oven bomb, this ain't that. Just gonna show you that loosening up ain't so bad!” 

I opened my eyes and realized that she was back in front of me, crouching down with a button for the nozzle held in an outstretched arm, finger on the trigger.

Tali had approached as well, a vine resting on a colorful punch pad at my eye level. The affini pressed a button, and I felt a flood of warmth everywhere inside me. It was the ecstatic sweetness of an intoxicating infusion rushing up the thick vine plug and spilling into the glittering water that was already bloating my belly.

As she worked, vine tapping at the buttons, she spoke like she was singing along to a song only I could hear. “Let’s see... a good amount of A and D, a little E, a pinch of C!”

Through the smearing blur of sensation, I just barely noticed that each beep had been a different tone, and I knew from my music theory classes that they were spaced out like the corresponding scale. There had been four A notes, three Ds, two Es, and the melody was completed by a single C.

Stars, it felt fucking incredible, the eager membranes of my inner intestinal walls latching onto the drugs and pressing them into my bloodstream. The discomfort of being so swollen took on a different hue, artificial endorphins mingling with the ones my body was predisposed to create, until I started to giggle and tear up both at once. It was too much, far too much, and the excess spilled down my face in a torrent of whimpering, simpering laughter.

Tali had walked away, and I was left with my wonderful, tormenting friend. “Do you know why I run the restaurant? It’s the pleasure of service, really. But that isn’t the only reason.” 

I peered up at her, and saw she was leering over the buttons to the machine with a condescendingly compassionate streak of sadism glinting on her face. She hit the button that was clenched in her hand with a grin, giving me a final slap on the ass right where she had beaten me purple, ripping a howl of pleasured agony from my lips.

I sobbed in release as my hole gushed, a humiliating waterfall of glittering fluid emptying out of me through the drain underneath that sparkled in vivid blues and cyans. With a finger that was cruel in its gentle touch, Aoife tilted my head up to meet her gaze for a tease. “I do it to help people. Told you xenodrugs would make everything easier.”

“Fuck…”

I heard the humming, flowing movement of an affini coming closer, entering the strange little scene we’d created. Giggling yips and whines were coming from somewhere within their grasp.

“Oh, a regular! I think you’ll need to be a little higher up for this one, hon. Lemme tell you all about her.”

Aoife let go of my chin, sparkling tingles remaining on my skin from her touch. She wedged a foot in between my breasts and extended her leg, an almost kick that sent my tired and empty body backwards until my ass cheeks were resting on the soles of my feet in a kneel, the thick vine tubed plug still wedged between them.

Aoife gestured towards the newcomer while walking to my side to hold me upright. “Cassandra here, on the day she was captured, came in to the restaurant with her owner, who ordered her a drink. Asked to have it spiked with a bonding enhancer. Took one look at that girl, fierce and willful and struggling against the inevitable and I knew… I could make it easier for her.”

I looked where Aoife was gesturing, at a drooling puppygirl that looked pretty similar to the catgirl who had been reading upstairs- perhaps the sister that had been mentioned. She was naked, but covered in gold bands. Her affini lowered her from within the thorny root bramble of writhing vines to gain a strong positioning and she quickly got to work, humping my face with a sap-sealed pussy of her own. She would never cum like this, that much was obvious, but she did cover my forehead in a thin coating of the cum of other florets and the pollen of their protectors. 

Aoife continued as though nothing was happening. “Her owner ordered one dose of class Cs in that cocktail, I gave her six more. And look how much happier she is now!”

The girl whose tail was now wagging and hitting my tits whined something about needing to go. Babbled begging came out of her mouth, unintelligible, and I answered in kind. Vines came to our rescue. A ring gag was slipped into my mouth, holding it open, with a cover for my nostrils. 

The affini spoke. “Here, treasure, I think she's offering. Be a good girl and I'll let you go.”

I looked up at the mass of roots, the gravelly voice triggering some recollection. I realized I knew this affini. My art history teacher. Professor Fraxinus.

I made a dull noise through the gag, an attempt to catch the affini’s attention, to somehow free myself. I knew Fraxinus, and perhaps if they recognized me they would realize I should be studying!

Fraxinus paid me little attention, focusing on the floret instead, and helped her lift her leg and brace it in a coil of vines.

Cassandra scrunched her face as the affini released her from a sap confinement of her own, sticky drips that fell to the drain below. 

Oh no. “Powesa hwasinnif-”

My attempt to speak through the gag was suddenly cut off by the hot spray of almost-sticky ammonia and rosy clementine scented puppy piss as it hit me in the cheek. The girl held aloft in the vines practically curled her toes as she relaxed in unreasonable euphoria, a heaving sigh of release calling out as I was drenched in the humiliating source of her contentment. 

I endured as best I could, finally breaking as a thin tendril slipped between my lips and swirled around my mouth, another stroking and caressing in a line that ran down my neck. It was as I swallowed that I realized her haustoric implant must have counteracted xenodrug doses over desired amounts by flushing them through the kidneys. The flavor was as pungent as the scent, but the sensation as it touched my tongue and spilled across my lips and tongue was transformative.

Aoife giggled as I sputtered and moaned. “And Abby, dunno if you’ve said this is your scene before, so let's make absolutely sure you enjoy this!”

I heard the C note beep again, and a flood of sticky associative oxytocin washed over me in jets of hot wet bowel swelling sweetness. The feeling of the pressure. The smell of the embarrassing puppy piss, the little whimpering sounds of relief that she made. The taste, stars, the shameful taste of it on my lips and running down my chin. All of it burned into the synapses of my hypothalamus, creating new pathways that told me this was a special and precious and deeply arousing experience. I could feel the bonding bury itself right into the spot between a lover and a passion like something read on the internet at a formative moment, a dirty secret fetish forced upon me at the press of a musical button. Well, at least it wasn't for getting turned into a blueberry. I’d need to be a floret for that.

Aoife grabbed me by the hair and tilted my face up to get a proper faceful and burn the association in nice and deep. “Just let it happen, Abby. You’re on the concern board, and it’s because you need help. Look how miserable you were without this. Whoever put you on there, you owe them a thank you.”

I swallowed another gulp of ammonia ambrosia, and my eyes narrowed, pointing towards Aoife, and I made my most accusing sounding gargle at her.

“Nah, wasn't me, kid. Dunno who it was, must have had your best interests in mind though.”

She pressed the release button again, and I sobbed in bliss as the xenodrugged fluids poured out of my hole once more. It was so intense. The burning screaming shrieks of pleasure and docility, pressed down by an invasive thumb on the scales of my submission as if the drugged piss alone were capable of making me docile and obedient.

“Hhhmmnhh she’s such a good fire hydrant!” Cassandra moaned in mounting joy.

At the apex she squealed a worshipful appreciation to my professor that was riddled with perverse parental monikers as if she believed herself to be the wife, pet and daughter of her owner all at once. The whining, shivering appreciations made it clear who owned not just her, but the very facilities of her biology with each drizzling drip. 

Finally, the gold adorned girl seemed done, and with a giggle she sputtered a “thank you Miss!” Whether it was directed at me or Aoife was hard to tell from the haze of adoration inducing drugs and the blissful euphoriants.

The seal was reapplied before my eyes. “Good luck on your finals, Abby,” professor Fraxinus dryly remarked before carrying the puppygirl off.

Aoife chuckled, and wiped her hands on her apron. “Gonna send you to the next room over after this, I think. Let’s add some M to this one, I know you ain't no virgin, but no reason not to prepare you fully!”

I felt her connect a pair of additional tubes to not only the base of the pump nozzle inside me, but another directly to the catheter inside my cock. She grabbed a fluid canister from next to the machine- I caught a glimpse of text that said ‘doll girls love it’- and attached it to a secondary port on the pump.

Her heel hit a button, and it started to play a continuous C note, activating a new flood, right as I realized that the tube in my dick could flow both ways.

Every nerve in my entire pelvic area went numb at once, a loosening that started to let the bulb inside me shift in place. But far more bizarrely, my bladder was being filled too, with tingling sparkling drugs that happily leeched into the soft tissues. 

With a final twist, Aoife pulled at the base of the nozzle. The bulb holding it in place deflated, and several feet of dripping vine was pulled free of my hole, though a stopper was now inside the catheter. Her voice was cheerful as she explained what she had done. 

“Don't worry, that can't hurt you. It'll just make you hold it all in until you suddenly can't. Pressure activated toggle valve or something, I dunno. Ain't an engineer, I just mix the drugs. This’ll make it slower release or whatever.”

I tried to close my gaping hole but couldn't, the muscles entirely paralyzed by a class M. I was just a leaky, open hole waiting to be filled…

Aoife pulled the ring gag out and, before I could even stretch my jaw, she sprayed me with a stream of soapy water from a nearby hose. It was warm, warm enough that all I could think about was the puppy-piss pooling in my stomach. Still, after the suprise, it was… pleasant to have the cleansing spray run across my aching muscles and tender skin.

I took stock of the state of my body, and saw the sap chastity had shrunk to the point of being almost completely flat, a strangely smooth appearance that made something in my stomach turn with the prickling excitement of neediness. I felt like I needed to piss, but clearly that wasn't happening on my command since the stopper mechanism had fused to the sap. The pressure inside me felt so disgustingly good. 

My friend pulled a rag from her apron, and started to wipe me down, continuing to offer her thoughts as she cleaned me off. 

Aoife bent at the knees, and swept her arms under my knees and behind my shoulders, lifting me like I was nothing. She was surprisingly gentle.

“It's gonna happen anyway, I can make it easier for the poor things, you know? So many girls get these ridiculous ideas, better to lose them fast, I say. Pop that cherry of naivete.”

”Oh,” I mumbled, barely aware of anything around me. “Was beating my ass purple part of that?”

“Nah, that was cuz it's fun, and I know you enjoyed it, slut.”

I watched as another floret was grabbed and stuffed into a new nozzle of their own by another affini, and I heard a new melody of beeps playing as the floret squealed in delight.

Aoife turned, and spoke to someone green over us. “Here ya go, yeah, it's Abby. She's all yours!”

Strong vines wrapped around me, hooking into my temporary collar. I was woozy and high, loose and wet. I couldn’t wait to take this thing off my neck and get everything back to normal. The tendrils teased my flesh as they pulled me through the arch into the next room, plunged into the unknown. I heard her chuckle from behind me one last time.

“Now, you have fun, hon. Tell me about the rest of your night tomorrow, okay? Gonna head out for the night, I’m wiped.”

“Yeah… I um, hopefully there won’t be much more to tell… see you later…”

As we crossed through the archway and into the misty miasma of the next room, a burning warmth in my chest and my clit nagged, an idle wondering. How was I going to source more of that wonderful puppy piss once I was finished my finals…

Notes:

Appearances:

Aoife, Alder/Adelira, Cassandra, from Adelira's Prize(F/f) or Alder's Prize(M/f)

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Chapter 7

Summary:

Last Chapter Recap:

Abby was sent down to the basement, given a xenodrug enema, had all her pelvic muscles paralyzed, and was passed along to the next room.

Notes:

CWs: rimming, fisting, knotting, spitroasting, sinus pollenating, nasal intubation.

The entrance to the room I now found myself in was much more brightly lit, ominous chandeliers glowing overhead and casting flickering light upon racks of wine bottles lining the walls.

The Affini carrying put me down, and I struggled to parse the swirling shapes around me. The lights overhead were bright and warm, lit from between parallel rafters. Everywhere was the sounds of pleasure and hedonism. Wasn't I supposed to fuck someone? That might be difficult.

My clit strained against the flatness of my plugged catheterized chastity. I was dribbling fluids down my leg, dripping drugged enema water from my ass, drooling from my puppy-baptized mouth and babbling into the haze.

The mist parted as I was pulled into the main space. Florets of many types were bound in chains against the walls or strung up by rings latched into the ceiling. Others, florets and xenos and affini indulged in a debauchery that filled the air with the haze of hot sex. 

As things started to come into focus, I saw the affini who would take charge of me for the next step in my parade of debauchery. A sickly sweet bouquet of petals and blossoms writhing in vines. I stumbled forward as four limbs with hands made of vines grasped through the air towards me.

My arm was spun behind me and my thoughts were sent into a dizzy oblivion as I fell backwards into a bed of vines, the petalled predator disassembling to absorb me into their waiting embrace. As always, a crowd was forming.

I was raised into the air and fell backwards, my other arm quickly consumed into the mass. I squealed in tickling pleasure as a set of what were usually hands took on an eldritch quality, wriggling into dozens of tiny tendrils that lapped and locked between each of my toes and pressed into the heels of my feet before firmly pressing in to create a vine imprisonment like ankle cuffs. 

My legs were spread wide, and my feet were raised into the air, leaving everything exposed to the party. I felt no urge to hide it, but still I clenched my thighs, whimpering against the intrusion that threaded its way into my body. They were laughing, cackling, howling, cavorting around me like demons that had spilled from some hidden portal. I couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began, just a swirling mass of vines and tendrils, hands and claws, eyes and winking, glittering needles. 

An entire wine rack of empty durataxin bottles was swept to the side in a pile, the heady stench of xeno intoxication choking the air. I was secured in place, vines firm around my arms and legs, my neck flexing back as the cool surface of a table pressed against my skin. 

What felt like a tongue swirled against my premolested ass, and wherever it lapped, the class-M paralyzed muscles sang in bliss. I was no stranger to making subs rim me, but I had never experienced it in such a position. I squirmed and whimpered against the control of the bonds that held me stationary as the affini licked and lapped at my hole. 

Eventually the pressure began to dip gently inside me, and some submissive reflex took over. I whined with need until the Affini started to pet me soothingly. The slippery, wet intrusion wriggling inside me thickened and stretched me with a satisfied ache. When it curled forward against my prostate, I screamed. I would surely have cum normally, but the liquid still inside me was presumably leeching some orgasm suppressor into me.

The affini holding me down pulled its wonderful tongue out of my poor hole and left me feeling violatingly empty. They called someone over, as best I could tell from the tone of voice. Fingers tested me, then withdrew. I didn't have long to whine about the emptiness, though.

A splatter of lubricating fluid spurted over my ass, and a firm hand smacked against the roundness of my used cheek, smearing the lube in the process. 

Bleary-eyed, I looked out amongst the prowling, leering affini. Emerging from the vines was a single butch terran figure. Heavily tattooed and heavily scarred, it snapped the cuff on a pair of black rubber gloves against its skin and gave me a smile that sang of hunger mixed with sadism, of willing violence and eager malfeasance. 

“Hello, love. Name’s Isekander.”

The same hand that had left a stinging handprint on my cheek now pressed between them, digits brushing against my overstimulated hole. I heard it chuckle, the bulky figure that cast a shadow over me, and for a moment I felt the ice of something approaching fear. Was it going to hurt me? Was it going to break me?

Two fingers slipped inside my hole, more easily than I could have ever imagined, sending a bolt of sensation coursing up my spine and forcing my back into an arch. Even as I whimpered I heard a voice close by reassuring me, hushing me, as the heat of its body was laid across my back.

“You’re doing such a good job for us all, sweetheart, and I wanna make sure you have a good time too,” It hummed a low, warm note in my ear, apparently pleased with how easily its fingers were sliding in and out of me, even as a third was added. “Feels good, doesn’t it. Letting it in, feeling more and more full.”

It pressed another finger in, and pushed just enough that I could feel my hole stretch as I approached its knuckles. It crooned something soft that made my stomach flutter, a soothing, possessive sound, and pressed firmly where its hand grew widest. I sobbed, a choking cry wrenched from my throat as I felt the ridged peak of its hand slip into me, and still there was more to go. 

“C’mon, sweetheart, you can do it. Trust me, you’re gonna want to take this first, okay? Just relax for me, pet, and you’ll be okay.”

I couldn’t offer words, or sounds, or any sort of conscious communication. All I could do was whimper as the butch pressed on, driving so gently yet firmly, deeply yet softly. Fingers furled inside me and then suddenly it popped into place, a whole fist deep in my ass.

“That’s a good girl. Does it feel good, love? Must be, I can feel you clenching down on me.” It flexed and shifted just so, resting the entirety of its hand against my prostate and making me want to scream and squirm. Its other hand was placed on the small of my back as the vines suspending me slackened slightly. It supported me in place of the plant, a steadying gesture that nonetheless forced me further down, pressing my hips back into its hand. 

Its fingers dug into the flesh at my waist, my ass, everywhere that was soft and supple. Half of me wondered if it was looking for something, the other half hoped it wouldn’t stop groping as it squeezed the fat of my belly firmly with one hand while the other was buried so deep in my ass I could almost feel it in the back of my throat. 

“Makes me hungry, sweetheart, watching you take me so easily.” It pushed and pulled, not enough to dislodge itself, but enough to make me want to scream as sensation racked my body and made my legs tremble. “Gives me this feeling in my belly like all I wanna do is drag you home and… well. That’s not the plan for tonight, is it?” 

Its fingers opened, a pulsing stretch that pulled another whimper up my throat to splash fruitlessly against the gag in my mouth. Pulling, tugging, I felt tears touch my cheeks as it almost pulled its fist all the way out only to plunge it back to the hilt. “That’s it, pet, you’re doing so good. Take a deep breath now, okay?”

I barely had time to inhale before it was fucking me on its fist, sliding back and forth with increasing pace, increasing force. The vines that kept me in a mating press rocked back and forth, amplifying the perverse motion of my body. My belly was so painfully full, and I babbled wordlessly, my eyes rolling back.

The stopper in my cock was finally overwhelmed as the fist inside me increased the pressure on my bladder over its threshold. A pathetic piddle of drugged blue fluid poured out of me, running down my legs in a humiliating, warm stream. The distinct citrus scent of class-C floated through the air as an embarrassing puddle of xenodrugged fluids pooled under me. A round of cheers and giggles erupted from all around me, and I whimpered desperately. Just the smell alone of tangerine orange made me latch onto the sensation and treasure it, neural pathways designed to ensure I sought the safe bond of community now firmly glued open by my chemical exposure to an alien pharmaceutical.

Iskander grunted with satisfaction, and pulled its arm free of my poor hole. Patting me on the ass, it gave me a grunt of approval and leaned down to leave a tingling kiss on my cheek before disappearing off into the now dense crowd to play with someone else. 

For some reason, I wondered if I might be given a break. I was panting, exhausted, soiled, clenching around cool air with my hole stretched as wide as I could imagine. 

Why would I ever let myself think I’d be given time to think?

I could clearly smell them as they approached. Nine eyes peered down at me, divided between three xenra. They were variously built, but all were tall, taller than I would be standing and looming threateningly over my position slumped on my back in the nest of living vines. Sharp teeth glittered in the flashing party lights, eyes glinted and pedipalps quivered. The breath caught in my throat. These were not just party guests.

These were predators.

“Should we play with this one, Selene?” One of them asked.

“Yes, she looks fun,” answered the one in the middle, who looked a bit on the older side among them.

Burning waves of potent musk clung to my nostrils and drizzled down my throat as the one in the middle approached me, circling until she was closing in on my face. Purple fur streaked with the silver of age dominated my field of vision, and a fluffy sheath pressed against my forehead. It was like an overload of wine vapors and citrus, yeasty bread and acidic sweaty furry pungency.

“Hello there, morsel,” she whispered in a husky, predatory voice, then pulled the gag out of my mouth.

I helplessly reached for more, straining against the vines that gripped me for more of the intoxicating smell. A set of large oily fur coated balls plopped onto the bridge of my nose, obscuring my vision entirely, and I frantically inhaled, desperate to drown in their incredible scent. It was instantly overwhelming, instantly addicting. I pressed my tongue between my lips and lapped gently at the thick, fluffy pouch, barely capable of moving them with each stroke. The staining oils ran between every one of my tastebuds until my entire mouth was heavy with the burning fizzle of its flavor and her sack was streaked with my saliva.

Whimpering, whining, purring into her weighty, musk-laden balls, I tried to stretch my legs against the binds that held them, desperately eager to present for the heavy cock hanging over my chin. Hazy headed, all I wanted was to let her fill me and empty herself inside me.

“Fucking adorable. It’ll probably hurt, but if you show me you really want it, I could probably fuck you silly.” I faintly heard Selene growl from above me.

“P-pleaseeee” I whined in response, extending my tongue as far as possible to reverently lick at the heavy litter-makers that were covering the upper half of my messy, needy face.

“Fuck, I gotta fuck you now, it would be cruel not to, given how desperate you are.” 

She dragged her balls off my face, allowing every inch of her xeno package to slide across my scent-soaked skin as she moved away. I went cross-eyed and strained desperately against the petals and vines that kept me in place, letting out a sad whine as I failed to reach them.

As she turned away and began to prowl towards my gaping ass, her three eyes locked with the rightmost xenra, who had the worst fashion sense I had ever seen. “Watch how it's done, Tsundra, and tell your omega to send me a thank-you card.” She turned to the other of the trio. “Tar, why don’t you take over at this end.”

She stepped away. I whined. Her paws gripped my thighs, and claws dug at my skin as she lined herself up. She had clearly been modded, since her bright red shaft was covered in ridges.

The one who I guessed was called Tar took xer place at the front. Xe was by far the strongest smelling, a fetid odor that sent me spilling into a timeless oblivion of need. Xe was mainlining xer emotions directly into my brain, nostril fucking me with xer desires, and every one of those messages made me slacken like a good xenofucker so I could swallow as much of xer cock as possible.

Selene lined the tip up with my aching asshole, and I could do nothing but scream into Tar’s sheathe as Selene’s massive cock pressed into me, bottoming out in my hole while the poorly dressed one watched on with a diminutive curiosity. I was fully relaxed, but even with the previous sodomy barely a minute earlier, nothing could prepare me for the thickness of a species that had evolved for the hunt and spent several generations as the darling 9-foot tall domesticated fuckpets of the Affini compact.

The spitroast rutting blurred into a timeless cascade of burning pleasure, indescribable in its intensity as the elder xenra pounded in and out, hilting and dragging, a set of massive clawed paws clenching deeply into my sides for traction as she used me. My girlcock screamed almost as loud as I did, desperately trying to escape its amber prison, uselessly spurting wet dribbling pre.

Tar’s scent melted my brain into a primordial soup of submission and debauchery. Selene's violent fucking rocked me into the fucking oort cloud. Tsundra was hastily scrawling written notes while they watched.

I only came back to the moment when I felt the gushing flood of cum filling my ass up with a hot sticky bliss. With every pulse, the base of Selene's cock swelled wider and wider, pulling her closer and closer, mashing into my prostate until I could only verbalize in mewling hums.

“Alright kiddo, you can’t tie me the way my little princess can, so you’re gonna have to take a deep breath for me, okay?”

I could barely hear her, the cock stretching my throat making my ears ring. She grabbed my hand in one of her strong paws and squeezed down.

“W-wha-AAAAAAAA” My attempt to voice my confusing was muffled by a spray of cum down my throat so thick I felt it collecting in my sinuses ready to drip out of my nose.

The massive knot ripped its way out of me with a tremendous plop, and a thick mixture of cum, lube and drugs spattered against the floor. 

I was left, gaping and whining and panting, in a puddle of oily musk and my own drenching sweat.

Tar made a bark that might have been a “thank you” and something wet sprayed onto my face from xer end as well. I felt the hot pressure of xer pawed hand gripping my flat cage, and when xer hand finally let go I saw a rectangle of paper had been affixed to my trapped clit using the sap as an adhesive. I could see the crisp white card had contact information, but the details were hard to make out. One more thing for me to study once I was out of this place, though I had to assume Tar would be interested in providing me with a different kind of education.

Tsundra put the notepad away and waved a paw to get a hold of what little attention I was capable of. “Oh I uh, I have one too.”

The poorly dressed figure who had awkwardly watched me get fucked from both sides placed a smaller crumpled handmade business card in the center of my cleavage with a pat. I could faintly see a overnet handle was scrawled across the top.

It quickly slid to the ground, and I thought I saw the words ‘scratch and sniff’ written on the back. It seemed appropriate given that scratching of a pen and sniffing the air were her primary contributions to my assault.

I was helped to my feet and carried away from the suspension of petals by an affini with a dark purple body that seemed to swallow light, a spiderlike form with four glowing golden eyes. 

All I could feel beyond the raw bliss was a thankfulness to be given a brief reprieve from my throbbing anus being used as a fuckhole. My ass, entirely unable to close with the muscle relaxants, drooled tingling fluid down my legs. I felt achingly empty, my hole that had taken xenra knot and unknown quantities of xenodrugged fluids having nothing stretching it from within.

Her antennae twitched with frightening intensity, and I almost lost myself in her many eyes as she produced from within her chest a golden plug that ended in a delicate flower.

My body was held and manipulated, too weak and drugged to really mind as I was bent at the waist.

The plug slipped between my paralyzed muscles easily, but once it was inside that shifted. The coating of lubricant seemed to counteract the drugs keeping me loose, and I squealed in agonized delight as I tightened hard around it.

“Good girl,” the Affini cooed. “You can take the plug out in the morning.”

I wanted to sob as another part of my body was locked away, but the flower inside was starting to spread little feelers that probed deep, deep inside, as deep as the overloading of drugged liquids had been.

I whined and thrashed as the internal stimulation pushed me agonizingly close to the orgasm I still had not had, even after so many violations. 

“Need it,” I whined. “Please…”

“Hmmm. Just one more won't hurt, I think.”

She grabbed me by the jaw, and a smaller pair of plugs were brought up to my face. I was too fuck drunk to even process what they were before the lubricated tips had pressed forward into my nostrils.

I sneezed, I coughed, and ultimately was helpless as the hollow plugs spread their roots through my sinuses. It was like having my face be fucked, my literal face explored by creepers which spread numbness that dripped from my nose like amber honey. 

Only once the feathery structure had fully expanded inside my face and the reflex to fight back was fully suppressed did a pair of tubes begin to push deeper. I felt them go around a bend in the back of my throat and dip into a flap before expanding and sealing themselves in place.

“Wonderful,” the Affini cooed. “Let’s be sure it works!”

A vine pressed into my open mouth, then went deep, blocking my throat entirely. I breathed deep through my nose in a fearful panic, and felt a tingling as every breath had just a bit of class-who-knows-fucking-what added to coat my lungs.

“Good, good, she can still breathe perfectly easily! I'll just mark you as one of the pollination ones…” a wet tendril stamped something onto my forehead, then my breast, then butt.

“On you go, then, sweetie. You did so well!’

The various Affini passed me around the room and all praised what good a job I had done, though each paused to slip a feathery tendril into one of the tubes to leave their pollen behind. I grew increasingly dizzy as it went. 

Finally, every affini in the room had violated my sinuses, and I was carried out towards the stairs, my arms wrapped around a durataxin wine bottle the size of a small barrel.

“Now, go bring this to the kitchen, okay petal? It's on the left.”

I stumbled off in the direction I thought was left, and a pair of enormous hands steered me a full turn around and pushed me along the other way.

Well, at least I had found out what they did in the basement. Now I could just drop off this bottle and go straight home to finish studying.

Notes:

appearances:

Iskander Howe, from Lucky Star
Selene Echeveria, from From Pawn To Princess
Tsundra, from Golden Ladder
Tar, from Sol is Short for Solace
Miss Cynthia, from A Taste Of Class-Ω

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