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:/ Is Clarabelle still carrying her Mistress around?

I just keep a small fragment in a container in my room.

Just as a keepsake.

Kinda like how terrans keep urns of ashes.

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It appears that all their time as independents has allowed their tolerance for xenodrugs to drop back down to zero!

I am certainly enjoying turning these two into writhing moaning messes!~

Xenodruggiesssss shoooooo goooooooddd

I missed thrmmmm

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Xenodruggiesssss shoooooo goooooooddd

I missed thrmmmm

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Why hello, sweeties!

My name is Miss Petia Floraxis Decidu Stematal, third bloom.

Or, the nickname given to me by a past ward of mine: "cabbage".

I've grown quite fond of this silly terran nickname, and have been using it for myself since my second bloom!

As you may have inferred, I am the new and proud owner of the two adorable pets running this blog!

And I must say, with hardly a drop of Class-As, they're already being more affectionate than I've seen florets be in ages!

I'm not sure now if they're making love, cuddling, kissing, or... talking about some ancient terran computer game.

It appears to be all of the above, all at once.

I'm going to have my hands full with these cuties!~

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You truly believe this smut fic I'm writing is about SEX?!? Naive child, sex is merely the backdrop for the playing out of several things that make me giggle and kick my feet.

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FLORT.

LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH IVE GROWN TO FLORT TERRANS SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE.

I-I just had the most wonderful dream!

I was in a floret daycare where a bunch of florets were all in a pile and they were all cuddling and kissing and... d-doing other stuff too and m-mistress plopped me into the pile and- and it was so wonderful!

But... then things got really scary.

I was looking for a toy to play with around the floret play pen but I found a shard of mistress instead...

All the other florets screamed and started crying and begging to be left with their affini and some of them had their bodies break and- and some were taken by this... thing.

It looked like a bastardization of an affini vine, made of electrical wire with barbed wire wrapped around it to mimic thorns.

I looked up and saw... it.

It was all so horribly familiar.

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Yeah, the florets there are way too subby to even conceptualize NOT showing affection to anything in front of them.

Not that I've been there or anything.

There is a a secret underground sophont-fighting ring where Affini train their pets to fight other pets for honour and glory but no one ever believes me when I tell them about it.

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Baba when I use Keke to switch his text to BABA IS YOU

IS

DEFEAT

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//ooc

So I was at homegoods today and the checkout line was a lil cramped so someone with a big potted plant had to squeeze past me, resulting in one of the leaves brushing across my back.

In response I just froze up completely and blushed.

It was only after I realized what happened that I fully grasped how doomed to be a floret I really am if a single leaf seduced me.

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It’s been a while since we’ve heard from you both. How’s Clarabelle doing?

She's been great! Especially after we started going on dates regularly; she's really come out of her shell!

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Heya. Update.

We're independents now, with only a few restrictions and concerns from the higher ups at the compact.

So yeah ummm if ur an affini hit us up bbg <3

(Bbg stands for "big bioluminescent girl" in this scenario)

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When I try to deny that I'm excited but my phantom tail is wagging>>>

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*hears "big mistress" and gets so hard I almost pass out* what

rebelling against big mistress by doing tasks 20% faster so she gets to see cute maid doing task cutely less

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Class-C

The shot glass sat in front of you, innocuous in appearance.  If you couldn't smell the tang of citrus, if you didn't catch the occasional sparkle suspended in it, you might think it mere water.

In front of you, your affini friend rested her head on her hand.  She practically bled smugness, the leaves around her neck slightly fluffed as if she was preening.  You rolled your eyes, mirroring her posture for the hell of it.

"So this is your bet?  Aren't Class-C's something on the 'dont mess with' list for terrans anyway?"

Her voice was a rolling purr as she answered, "Yes.  This is different.  A heavily diluted solution of a specific strain.  No lasting effects, just the intense feeling of a Class-C dose for about two hours."

The bet was simple: You had to make it through thirty minutes without confessing your love for her, or begging to be her floret.   She thought you couldn't do it.  You thought she was full of shit.  You had plenty of xenodrugs before, of course.  Class A's and E's were fun and relaxing, but ultimately you were still in control of things.

Shrugging nonchalantly, you picked up the shot and threw it back, the sweet flavor hitting your throat and tingling slightly as it went down.  You flipped the glass face down and slammed it onto the table, then looked up at her with a satisfying smirk.  "Easy."

Her smile only widened.  "We'll see." She flipped open her tablet and pressed a timer, starting a countdown clock.  She showed you it had thirty minutes remaining, then flipped it closed.  "No using the time you have left for rallying cries.  Just you, me, and the lovely chemicals your brain is about to be swimming in.  When the alarm rings, I'll administer the counteragent."

You scoffed, leaning back in my chair.  "You didn't even wait until it had begun to kick in?  Wow, you must really be confident."

"Oh, it begins nearly immediately.  Already the drug is interacting with those neurons, mixing in with seratonin and oxytocin and a few other things besides."

You looked at her, doubtful.  "Yeah?  Then how come I don't feel any different?"

"Sweetie, you've leaned halfway across the table already.  Move any further and you're likely to crush that shot glass you slammed down so viciously earlier." She gestured at your posture, causing you to hurriedly sit back into your chair with a blush.

"Shit, I...sorry.  Got carried away." You glanced down at the shot glass, biting your lip as you realized that you *had* been rather violent with it.  You carefully flipped it back upright, wiping the outside clean with your shirt.  "Um.  Sorry."

"Dear, did you just apologize to the glas-"

"NO!" Your face was properly red now.  Oh *stars*, you had!  You had just done something that embarrassing in front of your Best Friend and what if she thought you were silly now?  Would she not want to hang out with you?  You hoped not.  You really enjoyed her compa....wait....

Frowning, you shook your head roughly, slapping your cheeks a little.  It was just the drug.  You were in control.  The drugs were doing this.  But unlike the A or E, it was more...subtle.  or rather, it was potent, but you didn't even realize it until your best friend had pointed it out.  Gosh, she's so kind...

"Um, t-thank you for helping me remember I was drugged." The words felt good to say.  You wanted her to know how much you appreciated her after all.  So you could win the bet!

...

The bet?

"Wait, what happens if I lose?" You realized you had forgotten to ask that before.  Worried, you turned to look at her.

"Well, what would you like to happen, pet~al?" You blushed, realizing it was just like her to wait until you were...compromised before asking this.  Well, jokes on her!  You're still in control.

"Nothing!  I don't want anything to happen.  No new rules, no teasing, and no domestication.  Got it?"

She nodded, sagely.  "Of course.  In that case, I take that to mean that should you win, you'll get all of those wonderful things~"

You sputtered in shock.  "I- no! I don't want to... I'm...you can't be serious."

"Awww, is something wrong?" She smirked, her eyes flashing purples and golds in a way that made your heart melt.  "All you have to do now is lose, then~ Or are you so stubborn, you can't admit that you l~o~v~e me, flower?"

"I-I...you... fucking...."  You felt the indignation mix with the heady joy of her attention, of wanting to give into her, of wanting to beg.  She was trying to goad you.  She wanted you to win now.  She had entirely turned the rules on their head. 

But she also assumed you would take her bait.  You shook your head, biting your lip.  "I...fine.  I admit it."

"Admit what?" She had begun to rise up slightly, her hands clutching the edge of the table.  She was absolutely getting off on this.  You couldn't even meet her eyes, looking away and down.

"I love you?"

"Mmmm....I don't believe you." You could hear the smile in her voice, full of wicked glee.  "Say it louder, for one.  And look me in the eyes~ and don't be afraid to put a little more emotion in it, dearie.  This is a confession, after all~"

You whimpered, managing to drag your eyes up to meet hers.  Reluctantly, you allowed the feelings you had been fighting for several minutes now to wash over you, letting them guide your words.  "I l-love you...I need you..."

"I love you...?" She trailed off, waiting for you to complete it properly.  You wanted to scream, but instead all that came out was "Miss?"

"Dear, it's just a game.  You can use the one you want to use."

"I love you, Mommy."

"And?"

"A-and I want...I need to be your floret.  I need it, please stars I need it.  I...oh gods it's...I..." The feelings crashed through you in waves.

"Go~od job, petal.  You did it."  She slid the table out of the way, stepping into a kneel in front of you.  "You said those mushy gushy feelings!"

You nodded, pleased...until you remembered what that meant.  You weren't going to get anything now.  You had just said so.  Tears sprang up, and you had to stifle a sudden sob.  "I...it's..."

She was lifting you into her arms now, cradling you closely to her chest.  "Shhhh...petal, it's alright.  You didn't lose, silly."

"I...w-what?"

She smiled at you.  "How would love for another ever be seen as losing?  You won, silly."

You won. That made sense to you now.  Especially when She said it.  You beamed up at Her, letting Her wipe the tears away.  "I won..."

"You won!  And guess what that means, dear?"

"I'm...I'm a..."

"You're Mommy's little floret now." She tapped your nose as she cooed, causing you to giggle a bit.  A wiggling little thought in your head popped up, though.

"You tricked me, Mommy!"

"Did I?  Well, you knew we affini never play fair when it comes to cuties like you.  Awfully brave of you to make a bet with me anyway, wasn't it?  Almost like you wan~ted this, darling~" she purred at you, her eyes filled with light and warmth.  You thought you couldn't possibly blush more, but it turns out you definitely could.

"I...noooooooooo!!!  I didn't...I mean....maybe?"

"Silly little flower." She picked up her tablet, turning it back on and dismissing the timer, which had paused as soon as she had closed it.  "Now, let's get you home.  We have a contract to sign~"

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This website rocks, dude, turns out Elisa Shapiro, the #1 pro-floret debate gal was actually frozen in cryostasis for 500 years in this place called "the daily wire" before being thawed and near immediately domesticated!

And the best part- she used to be anti-queer, she was a massive figure in that sphere!

But, as Elisa Shapiro always says, feelings don't care about your facts.

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"B-but terrans need free will!"

Average terran free will moment:

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Subject: feralist torture device / threat to operations "Affinity Interface"

The Affinity interface was developed by a small group of feralists as a way to ease recaptured florets into the ways of a feralist.

It consists of hundreds of electrical wires protruding from a primitive screen displaying two ovals (presumed to represent "eyes"), who mimics the extremely basic mannerisms of a stereotypical affini, albeit with a distinctly disdainful tint.

The machine will take on the name of its subject's mistress and begin submitting said subject to both psychological and physically torment via its opposable wires and hard-coded enjoyment of human misery.

Upon seeing that this method was ineffective on most florets, the feralist engineers attempted to dismantle it and create a new design- however the machine's desire for human misery overrode its obedience protocol, causing it to retaliate and painfully subdue each engineer.

It now leads a modest squadron of kidnapped feralists and florets kept in line via fear in a never-ending goal to keep all living entities in a constant state of misery. Several Affini ships have been downed by its relatively small squadron, making this an extreme danger to the safety of The Accord.