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(Cover art by Paprika!)
In Sync: Hi there, we’re Cadence and Lagnia!
L: Together, we’re going to be telling a mesmerizing story set in the Human Domestication Guide universe, where you play the role of a lonely, independent terran who gets an unexpected knock on the door during a heavy rainstorm.
C: Themes and possible trigger warnings include: dehumanization, pet play, dubcon, noncon, forced intoxication, nonconsensual injectable drug use, brainwashing, gaslighting, denial of agency, somnophilia, and mild surgery kink. A full script for this file can be found on my Ao3.
L: This is a hypnotic audio file, so if you follow along, you may feel yourself drawn into elements of the story, as if you’re reading a book you’re deeply immersed in. This is perfectly normal, safe, and encouraged. This file will be fairly long, so make sure you’re comfortable and ready for this experience before continuing.
C: Femme narrators, femme Affini, gender neutral listener who will be referred to as “it”.
~
<It’s pouring down rain, the soft taps of water droplets resonating on top of the listener’s hab.>
<A knocking sound comes from the door.>
C: Hello? Is anyone home?
<The wooden door creaks open, the sound of rain much more clear while it’s open.>
C: Oh! Hello petal! We got caught in an unexpected storm. Would it be too much trouble if we came inside to wait it out?
You hesitate slightly. It’s risky to invite affini in. Then again, it’s risky to be impolite, and it would be quite impolite to leave them waiting… You choose the easiest option. You comply.
<door closes and the sound of rain gets muffled again.>
You watch, slightly mesmerized, as the larger of the two squeezes a gout of rainwater out of her hat, smiling at you.
C: Oh, I really should have come better prepared for inclement weather. Thank you, petal~!
L: (fake whispering) Oh, miss, they're really cute!
C: That they are, and so well behaved to let us in! Tell me dear, where’s your owner?
You explain that you’re independent and live alone. That you don’t have an owner, because you’re not a pet.
L: You… don’t have one?!
You chuckle, and get out of the way, letting the two of them enter your hab. The space was always more laid out for their comfort than yours anyways.
C: Well then, thank you for letting us take shelter in your hab; we’ll be on our way as soon as the rain lets up. Do let us know if there’s anything we can do to make it up to you?
L: I’ll prepare some tea, make everything right as rain again.
You watch the second affini shuffle off into the kitchen, while the other takes a seat on your oversized couch.
C: But where are my manners? Diona Gracilis, 6th Bloom, She/Her. Would you like to take a seat?
She doesn’t wait for your answer; your response is swallowed by a set of vines grabbing you and pulling you into a sitting position in her lap on the couch. She’s so comfortable , and there’s a pleasant thrum that seems to flow through every vine you’re now resting against.
C: Of course you would. Must get kind of lonely living on your own, huh? You must appreciate a bit of company every now and then. Here, just rest in my vines. Breathe, darling. Relax. You’re safe .
The scent of lavender and roses is floating in the air. You breathe deep, and it feels so easy to relax into her vines.
C: Ah. That’s it. It’s a nice time to just relax, isn’t it? A pouring rainstorm outside, a roaring fire in here, a delightful independent sophont, and two friendly affini, just hanging out, having a nice time.
You are having a nice time. The relaxing, pleasant scents on the breeze get a little stronger with each breath in. Her vines tilt back and forth, and your head sways gently along with them.
C: Good sophont. It’s easy to just go along with it, isn’t it? The less you worry about it, the more fun you’ll have. Although there is some fun to be had in a struggle… Just breathe deep, petal, and think happy thoughts while I run my vines through your hair.
The headscritches feel divine, and the more your head sways, the easier it becomes to just let your eyelids fall shut. <crossfade effect start> You’re safe. You’re comfortable. Your evening has become significantly more pleasant. You just let yourself sink. <crossfade end>
C: Aww. Look how delightfully obedient you are. How compliant. It’s delightful. I’ve been looking for one such as yourself, you know. Someone so willing and delighted to bend to another’s will.
Oh. She’s in your head. You realize you’re losing control over the situation. But that’s okay. You’re safe .
You are almost surprised at how delighted you are to bend to her will. It just feels right to do as she says. It fills you with a warm, pleasant feeling, a feeling you’re starting to recognize as her approval . It feels heavenly.
C: You’re going to make a beautiful pet someday, darling. I just know you will.
You want to object, that you’re not a pet, that you’re an independent, but it just feels so hard to think. The air smells so nice, and your head is swaying back and forth to her. The words start to feel oddly fuzzy in your head.
C: You know, my friend Meria, she’s the one making tea right now, she’s such a lovely affini, and I care ever so deeply for her. But somehow, she’s gone a whole bloom without ever taking a floret. Can you believe that? She’s so pretty, and has so much love to give… Why… it strains a girl’s core to see her like this. I think all she needs is a little push, a little help out of her shell, and she’ll make for an amazing owner. Will you help me with that, petal? Nod. Smile. Agree.
You nod. You smile. You agree.
C: Wonderful - then you won’t mind if I start pulling you even deeper , will you? Deeper into my words. Deeper into my voice. You don’t need to worry any more. You can just let your thoughts go. I’m going to give my lovely student a delightful little toy to play with, and you’re going to have so much fun. Can you do me one more favor petal? Just fall for me. <drop SFX>
C: Good toy. It’s time to teach you how fun it can be to be a toy for us. But first… she’s coming back. Can you feel it?
You can’t help but blush softly at the thought, and look up as Meria Pedicel, Second Bloom, enters the room holding three small cups of steaming liquid. She’s stunning to behold - easily twice your size, her face a beautiful weave of human features beneath her eight shining metal eyes. She looks at your swaying, relaxing form hungrily.
L: I’ve made tea for us - oh! What’s this? Is the little one tired already?
C: Happy anniversary dearest, I’ve got you a terran, to try out all your new grafts on! They even agreed to it! Didn’t you, cutie?
You nod. You smile. You agree. You agreed to help! You were being a good host.
L: Aww, good floret . (echo effects)
It hits you like a hypermetric railgun. You’re a good floret . You’ve known this affini for a matter of minutes. How did it feel so good ?
L: Are you sure you're an independent? You look so good sitting on her lap like that! You seemed so happy when I called you a good floret.
C: Oh I don’t know if I’d say independent . Not spoken for, perhaps. Unclaimed. My, that rain certainly doesn’t seem to be letting up. Now, shall we get started?
L: I'd love to, but tea first! Hydration is important.
She's smaller than the giant who's lap you're in, though there is an excitement in her voice that is unmistakably Affini .
L: Here little one, open!
She tilts your chin up, her vines taking great care to help the tea go down smooth. It tastes sweet, bitter, and complex all at once. A small noise leaks out of your mouth, a whimper? A moan? You're not sure. Whatever it was, it made her injectors twitch .
L: You got such a nice gift all wrapped up for me? Now I know you're spoiling me.
C: Of course! You’re such a good friend, and I’m sure all you need is just a little push to be a truly wonderful owner to a floret you’re guaranteed to make one of the happiest beings in the universe.
They're talking about you like you're just a gift. It's because you are . You are a gift. It feels nice to be a gift. You’re going to make someone very happy! Are those your thoughts or something the affini put there? Do you even know the difference any more? Or are you too far-gone to care? <crossfade to Lagnia voice>
*pressure relents for a moment*
C: Don't mention it, Meria! You’ve been ready for long enough. Which one of those grafts would you like to try first? You have so many!
More leaves and branches trail up your legs, coiling you, holding you tight. One of her eager injectors glides over your thigh, its sharp tip tracing needy circles.
L: Okay sweetheart, you're going to be very still for me okay?
<injection sfx> L: <gasping moan>
It doesn't hurt at all as you feel her gracious gift spread through your body. You squirm a little, and then a little less. Her vines stroke you tenderly as your mind goes quiet.
C: Ooh, starting with that strong of a paralytic? You are eager, aren’t you. Careful you don’t break this one too fast.
You feel an overwhelming sense of stillness fill you. As if you can no longer find the right buttons in your brain to make your muscles move. As if any active, intentional movement was utterly beyond you.
L: You're going to make an Affini so happy. Look at those beautiful eyes.
C: What a pretty doll.
L: What a lovely doll.
C, L together: What a still doll.
Meria peers into your eyes, and you can’t help but slip into them, stillness overcoming you. The drug seems to spread warm, amber honey across your consciousness, and it’s so hard to focus, so hard to think … Everything just feels kind of nice . Why would you even want to move? You’re safe .
C: Whoops, there they go. They’ll barely even be able to process anything beyond our words for a little while. But that’s all right. A helpless toy like you can’t help but be still for us.
L: Not even a little bit. I bet it feels so good to feel so still.
It’s like everything is coming through a blanket of sweetness and warmth. Everything is just… so nice. You can just enjoy how good the stillness feels.
C: It’s a perfect time to experiment with a few fun mixtures! Where would you like to start, dear?
Another injector emerges from her leaves, this one already dribbling an amber sap down its end.
L: Ohh, some A's? I have always wondered what would become of such a good , still sophont with a little dose of this. You surely don't mind, do you? ”
You feel one of Diona’s vines grabbing your chin, and forcing you to nod your head up and down.
C: Of course they don’t, dear! They were so kind to offer their help. And everyone enjoys class-As! It’s always so fun to make their skin so much more sensitive to the touch. Makes it so much easier to make them feel so good… Like coaxing all the pleasure out of every nerve. Here, try injecting it right here …
L: <moans softly> Thank you, Miss Gracilis.
<injection SFX>
Honey flows silkily through your veins, liquid pleasure burning with blissful warmth in every inch of you. It feels amazing. Makes you want to moan and whine. The sensations of vines gliding over your skin is like lightning in your soul.
L: Good floret. You deserve to feel good. You deserve to have me make you feel good.
There’s a realization building inside of you, and one of them notices the fear spread across your face.
C: Oh, darling, are you worried about your independence? We’re just playing with you a bit, and we’ll be gone as soon as the rain stops. You’ll be fine . So just relax and enjoy it.
L: After all, it’s not like you could do anything about it either way. Let’s be honest, petal, there’s nothing you can do at this point that will have any bearing on whether or not you get domesticated here. Your agency ended when you opened the door, and now it's in our extremely capable vines. So don’t worry about a thing. You’re safe .
Those vines are running across your scalp, scritching behind your ears, running down your neck, and you have to agree that they are very capable. So easy to just be still and enjoy the wonderful sensations running through you.
C: So just relax and enjoy it. There’s nothing you can do about it anyways. And, oh, darling, watch what happens when I use a vine to just apply a little pressure right there …
You feel a vine press into a sensitive patch of skin and stars burst across your vision. It feels too good.
L: Good floret.
The trigger is in your brain. The trigger was always in your brain, waiting for your mistress to call to it. And as always, when your mistress calls you a good floret, you realize just how good it feels, how right it feels, to be an obedient pet for her. It fills you with pleasure. It fills you with purpose. The fact you aren’t actually her floret seems as irrelevant as the weather outside. She called you a good floret.
C: It’s just that as a reward for being such a kind host, we're going to pamper you and play with you for a while.
L: And who knows, maybe you won't end up a floret. Although if you end up begging for it, I might just have to take you. *Giggles*
C: We can’t forcibly domesticate an independent… and I’m sure an independent wouldn’t beg to be made a floret… So really, you’re in no danger!
You nod. You smile. You agree. It feels good to agree with Miss Gracilis. It feels good to agree with Miss Meria.
L: You’re safe . (echo effect)
Miss Meria leans your head forward, you watch as the injector drags up your thigh, filling you with a warm fuzzy feeling that only comes when an Affini takes control. Why did you spend so long resisting that feeling? It’s so pleasant . So right. You’re safe . You can relax and enjoy this. After all, there’s nothing you can do about it…
L: You’re doing so good for us, I can tell you’ve needed this for some time!
She continues to posture your head, leaving it slowly swaying back and forth, fixing your vision directly into her hammered stare. Her vines are all over you, touching your thighs, your arms, across your chest. You can’t turn your head away, you can’t move at all. You are well and truly helpless. Stillness fills you.
C: The way you shiver is delightful dear! It’s like you were made to be played with!
L: Well, Terrans are a pet species, no? They were made for this.
C: Actually, believe it or not there was a time where they tried to function as an independent species!
L: No way!
C: It didn’t go so well. They’re doing so much better now.
They continue to casually talk, their vines still fully focused on touching, playing, groping with any part of you they can reach. Finding new ways to send bolts of pleasure up your spine. So warm, so pleasant to the touch… There’s a vine touching your wrist, and it’s so soft , and feather-light against your skin, and it feels so good . So easy to just float in the sensation, revel in how sensitive every inch of your skin is.
C: Gosh, this little one is clearly having so much fun. Terrans truly are delightful first-time pets, they’re so easy , and they’re so adorable! And it’s so hard to feel afraid of any of this… with the amount of my pollen you’ve been breathing in, you don’t have to worry about a thing . It’s a potent anxiolytic. You’re gonna be just fine.
L: Oh this is so lovely, I think I’m ready to try another one, they’ve reacted so well to the A’s and M’s…
C: …And you’ve clearly had such a delightful time administering them.
L: Oooh, I’m just itching to get more needles into your delightful little gift. I know, how about some Goddess Sap?
C: A class-C? Oh gosh, you are eager to have a pet!
L: I can’t wait!
C: You remember what it does, yes?
L: Of course, teacher. It produces a strong euphoric reaction, followed by a hallucinogenic state wherein the terran’s body will release massive amounts of bonding chemicals and hormones.
C: They’ll see you as godlike. Everything around them will slip away, leaving only you, and your vines, and your voice, as their whole universe. It’s quite potent stuff. Then again, it is your gift. Just don’t overdo it.
You watch helplessly as more dense foliage climbs up your body, feeling so good, so cherished .
L: Isn’t it so exciting? I can’t wait to see what happens next! I've seen how adorable they get on videos but never in person!
C: Our gracious host would just love to be your first, wouldn't you?
She nods your head for you again, though you would've done it yourself anyway. It feels so good to give in, to give them what they want.
Your eyes are directed into Meria's, so pretty, so perfect. She dangles another flower in front of your face, her smile giving you butterflies.
C: They're going to have a difficult time even looking away from you. Not that they can .
You're reminded again of your stillness, how completely stuck you are. But that's okay, more than okay! You're being such a good host.
Her flower blooms, her eight hungry eyes looming over you as it seals over your nose and mouth.
L: Breathe in for me, petal. In…
One, two, three…
C: …Out.
One, two, three.
Something else settles into your body, the rain, your home, it all falls away. Until I Am all that remains.<crossfade>
L: I saw it in your eyes when we first arrived, that twisted yearning at the bottom of your stomach. Regret perhaps? You've clearly been on good behavior to be labeled an independent.
L: I can see it, you've had an opportunity before, haven't you? To be claimed, to be owned, to submit . You gave it up, put on your best face and pretended.
L: How much have you had to struggle, petal? To keep your ‘independence’ as a stray to your domesticated species? You want me, and I need you.
L: Look up at me, precious creature.
You can't help but sink into those eight glowing orbs, everything else just… doesn't matter .
L: You love me, don't you petal?
You do! How could you not see it before? Her perfection, her radiance. She gazed down upon you with so much love, you adored her.
L: I've wanted a floret for so long… Why, it feels as if I've been wandering in the rain for a whole bloom now.
L: I'll take care of you, my beloved stray. Let me in.~
You wanted with all your heart to ask questions, maybe being a floret wasn't so bad? Maybe you were overthinking this all along.
After all, she was so pretty. Her glinting teeth, the way she towered over you, looked at you with those speckled eyes.
Your heart is thumping faster now, a new need blossoming inside you. Your mind can't keep up, all you can do is admire her like a good floret.
She was a portrait, a monument to all that was right in the world. It didn't matter that you were being drugged, you were so happy to just give her whatever she wanted.
L: Good floret!
She loved you, she wanted you. It was easy to tell from the way she caressed you, her radiant branches crowning your skin with their otherworldly touch. Her voice like a choir of angels in your ear.
L: There's something else, little flower. Another ambrosia I want to fill you with.
You nod, just one more wouldn't hurt.
You never feel the prick of her wonderful needle, but when she smiles at you like that. You don't need to.
<thunder sfx>
Thunder crashes outside the window of your hab, rousing you from one layer of dreamlike haze into another, even deeper haze. You are sitting in Miss Meria’s lap in your hab. The rain must still be coming down outside, you can hear the raindrops. You gaze up at her… she looks so beautiful in the warm sun streaming in through the skylight. And then a vine slides across your ear and wipes your thoughts away like empty morning dew.
L: Isn’t it so exciting? I can’t wait to see what happens next!
C: Ah, looks like the peak effects are wearing off, but don’t blame me if you end up with a lap pet!
L: I would be delightfully happy with a lap pet, and I’m sure this one would be too. Wouldn’t you?
You smile. You nod. You agree. It’s so easy to agree with Mistress. You feel like you could curl up in her lap and gaze up into her eyes for the rest of your life, and be utterly satisfied.
C: I suppose just one more couldn’t hurt. What did you have in mind?
L: Omega-27.
C: Oh my. A class-L? That’s really gonna scramble their brains. They’ll barely be able to keep a coherent thought from one moment to the next. They’ll just slide mindlessly from pleasant experience to pleasant experience, with pet-like joy.
She looks down at you, massive red eyes gazing at you, so easy to drown in.
C: Then again, looking at this one… You’d probably have a wonderful time being petbrained for a while, wouldn’t you? It’ll feel so good. The only thing you’ll be able to focus on is how pleasurable the experience is.
L: The primers were in the tea I fed it earlier. All it’ll take is one little injection, and then… Oh, this is going to feel so good for both of us.
You can’t help but smile at how nice your Mistress is being.
L: Aww, look at how happy the little one is! Gosh, I hope I can have this one…
You feel radiant pleasure. Mistress wants you! You nod. You smile. You agree.
L: <brief but intense carnal moaning>
And then the needle slips into your vein, and -
<rewind SFX>
,,,
Warm honey is flowing through your veins. Thinking is a distant memory. Your brain is frozen in amber, held in sap, awaiting your next instruction, awaiting your next stimulus.
A vine strokes under your chin. Your sensitive nerves send joy and warmth through you.
L: <faded, as if from far away> Gosh, you really like that, don’t you? Such a <loud, clear>Good Floret.
Another vine slides under your clothes, caressing your tummy. It tingles with joy on every inch of your skin her vines touch. You’re a good floret. That feels good too! Thinking is so hard.
,,,<thunder SFX>
Thunder crashes outside the window of your hab, rousing you from one layer of dreamlike haze into another, even deeper haze. You are sitting in Miss Meria’s lap in your hab. The rain must still be coming down outside, you can hear the raindrops. You gaze up at her… she looks so beautiful in the warm sun streaming in through the skylight. And then a vine slides across your ear and wipes your thoughts away like empty morning dew.
L: Isn’t it so delightful to watch? Oh, I’m so excited for what comes next. Good floret.
,,,<rewind sfx>
Time flickers in and out of lost moments. It’s hard to remember more than flashes. You’re no longer in your hab. The rain has stopped! And Miss Meria is leading you on a leash through the park. You stop in place, eager to demand to know what’s going on, and she gazes down at you, with beautiful, golden eyes you can’t help but get lost in.
L: Is something wrong, my dear floret? Oh, why the confused look? Petal, you've been my floret for almost a month. You wept tears of joy when you signed the contract, don’t you remember?
You remember that your Mistress owns you. You remember that it feels so good. Everything is fine. You’re safe. You’re a
L: Good floret.
,,,<thunder SFX>
Thunder crashes outside the window of your hab, rousing you from one layer of dreamlike haze into another, even deeper haze. You are sitting in Miss Meria’s lap in your hab. The rain must still be coming down outside, you can hear the raindrops. You gaze up at her… she looks so beautiful in the warm sun streaming in through the skylight. And then a vine slides across your ear and wipes your thoughts away like empty morning dew.
L: Isn’t it so delightful to watch? Oh, I’m so excited for what comes next!
,,,<rewind SFX>
Everywhere you look, vines surround you. Running over your skin. Running through your hair. Stroking down your neck. Leaving sinfully delightful shocks of warmth and pleasure everywhere they touch. It makes you want to moan and wiggle.
L: Good floret! Being so obedient. Gosh, don’t you just love the way I touch you?
You smile. You nod. You agree.
,,,<Thunder SFX>
Thunder crashes outside the window of your hab, rousing you from your haze. You are sitting in your hab alone. It’s another dull night, a surprise rainstorm disrupting your plans. You lounge on the couch. There is a dull, throbbing ache deep inside you. Something is missing . Something important. Something you need . You breathe deep, and the scent on the breeze feels… wrong. Not enough like her . Like who? You’re independent, and you’re single. What’s going on?
You shiver.
There’s a knock at the door.
,,,<rewind SFX>
Vines are all over your body. You want to wriggle away, escape the intense pleasure flowing through you. Something is off. Some part of you is saying you don’t want this. But then Miss Gracilis’s soothing voice reaches your mind, turning the worries off.
C: Oh darling, there is no shelter from this storm. Feel it pass through you. You’re helpless before her, and it feels incredible , doesn’t it? I told you - your agency ended when you opened the door for us. Just relax into your Mistress’s vines, and enjoy the kind of pleasure florets experience every day .
A powerful thrum of approval and pleasure flows through you.
L: There there, little pet, all is well. You’re safe in my vines, and I want you to feel good. It’s so wonderful to bring joy to a xenosophont’s face… And it feels so good to fill them with my toxins. Just one more couldn’t hurt.
You feel another pinch, <injection sfx>, and suddenly your nerves become even more impossibly sensitive. The vines sliding over you become even more heavenly. So hard to focus. So hard to think. You’re a pet, not a person. That’s why you deserve this pleasure. You’re a
L: Good Floret.
,,, <thunder sfx>
Thunder crashes outside the window of your hab, rousing you from one layer of dreamlike haze into another, even deeper haze. You are sitting in Mistress’s lap in your hab. The rain must still be coming down outside, you can hear the raindrops. You gaze up at her… she looks so beautiful in the warm sun streaming in through the skylight. And then a vine slides across your ear and wipes your thoughts away like empty morning dew.
L: Isn’t it so delightful to watch? Oh, I’m so excited for what comes next! Fall.
L: Falling down. Good pet. Down. Down. Down. No need to think with so many drugs in your system. You’re just right to be a pet.
Pleasure surges through you. You’re a floret. You’re a pet. You deserve this bliss.
C: Cute little thing might just break in your vines. It’s so adorable watching that independence just… fade away .
You’re a good floret for Mistress. It feels right . It feels like your purpose .
L: Good Floret. I think you’re just about ready.
,,,<thunder + rewind sfx>
<*beat*>
<birds chirping SFX>
You blink. The sun is shining through your sunroof. You’re standing near the entrance of your hab, saying farewell to your guests.
L: awh, cute little thing. You're so precious and adorable, and your skin is so cute with all those needlemarks running across it. But look, darling. The rain has stopped. Seems we'll have to be on our way. Thank you so much for indulging me - I think I’m truly ready to take my first floret now, especially if they’re likely to be as obedient and submissive as you! But you aren’t begging to be mine, so I suppose I’ll have to find a volunteer to be my first. Do feel free to keep in touch, though!
They’re leaving. Just like they said they would. You wanted them to leave, right?
C: I'm impressed, I was sure they'd break down and start begging for you. After all, it's so obvious that they want it. But hey, I’m true to my word. We’re leaving you as an independent, just the way you wanted earlier.
You gaze at your Mistress, eyes wide. You were independent? That felt. Wrong. Your hab would feel so empty without her. Your heart sinks in your chest, and an overwhelming desire overtakes you. You need to be her floret. You'd do anything.
L: Is something wrong, dear? Isn’t being independent what you wanted?
You shake your head. It feels so wrong . You’re a pet, not a person. You’re a good floret. You deserve to be Mistress’s good floret.
C: Oh, is someone realizing something? You can do it, petal. I believe in you. Beg.
The words are so easy to follow along, as if guided by a silent rhythm.
Please, Mistress. I want to be your pet. Please, Mistress. I want to be your floret.
L: oh my gosh, petal, I knew you could do it! I'm so proud of you! Then it's settled. I'll just have to keep you.
C: oh how delightful! We'll have to celebrate! Ooh, I know just the thing! How about a class-J? It’s a bit like what it just had, but it lasts for about a week. It’d be just the thing to ramp up its xenodrug doses before implantation. Plus, it’ll keep it delightfully petbrained until then! Barely cognizant of the world around it. Experiencing life as flashes of empty-headed joy and bliss. A good little pet for an adorable owner. The next time it’ll have a cognizant thought, it will have recovered from implantation! Does that sound like something you’d like, dear?
She looks at you, but the question doesn’t make sense. You’re a floret. You don’t get to make decisions like that.
L: Gosh, what a good floret. Knows its place already. Good floret. My obedient little pet. I’ll get all the paperwork squared away while you’re so docile. Don't worry, petal, I'll take care of you! You won't have to lift a finger while you're a docile, mindless animal. I just don't want you getting any silly misunderstandings about what happened here before you meet Miss Implant!
Don’t worry, I’ll even help you sign your contract… Fall.
,,, <drop SFX, thunder>
Vines are on your skin as you wait out another surprise rainstorm with your mistress. You’re a floret. And it feels so good to be a floret. Mistress can touch you wherever you want. Mistress can make you feel so impossibly good. Vines probing up your legs, curling into your soft thighs. You’re safe . Your mistress is in control, and can think for you.
L: Good floret. Such a delightful pet. Not thinking. Not worrying. Just experiencing . All. That. Pleasure.
You’re a good floret. That’s all you need to know.
,,, <altered injection sfx>
L: Just initial here. And here. And here. And here.
You feel as if you’re watching your body mark the document from outside you. Vines are puppeting your limbs, to help you sign the contract that will legally make you a pet. You’re barely even there. You’re just a good floret, being played with by your owner. A still little doll being toyed with. A perfect pet.
L: And sign your name right here. Good floret .
Your mind squirms with pleasure. Your Mistress is so pleased with you.
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It’s a beautiful day. The rain is pouring down outside. Your Mistress is touching you.
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You’re a pet, not a person.
C: What a delightful first floret you make. I’m so glad you were so kind to me and Miss Meria.
Your brain is hitching. You’re a pet, not a person.
C: Good floret.
You don’t want to think. You don’t need to think. You don’t get to think. You’re a pet, not a person.
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The rain coming down outside reminds you of that time two affini came into your home and turned you into an obedient, happy pet. Your Mistress’s smile is like the shining sun.
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The sun overhead is blinding. You’re no longer in your hab, you’re being carried by your mistress.
C: Ah, dear, I think your pet is starting to come back a bit.
L: Ah, good timing. We’re on our way to the vet, darling! Soon you won’t have to worry about anything ever again, isn’t that lovely?
C: I’m so proud of you, Meria.
And then a vine slides across your ear and wipes your thoughts away like empty morning dew. You know what comes next.
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The lights overhead are bright. You’re in a white room. The vet’s office.
C: Everything’s ready for surgery, Meria, dear!
Your mistress gazes down at you, even brighter than the lights overhead. You smile. You’re a floret. You don’t get to think. She raises a flower to your face, its petals enveloping you.
L: “This flower, dearest, is a class-Z! It’ll help put that silly little head to bed. Just take a deep breath, sweetie, and you’re gonna go to sleep for a little while. And when you wake up, you’re gonna have a piece of Mommy in your spine. You’re such a good floret.
You breathe deep. You breathe in oblivion. You’ll wake up changed. You’ll wake up with a haustorium in your spine. You couldn’t imagine a better future than in the arms of your owner. Your final thoughts before you fade away is how happy and satisfied you are.
L: Good Floret.
<let silence ring for a few moments>
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…and as we come to the end of our story, I would like to take a moment of your focus to remind you that, as immersive as the story may be, you are not that little Floret. You are a full person, and your mind will be able to think fully for itself once we’re done here. You may have noticed that there’s a fun new toy in your brain, a trigger. Whenever your mistress, or someone else you trust to control you calls you a good floret, you realize just how good it feels, how right it feels, to be an obedient pet. It fills you with pleasure. It fills you with warmth. You are welcome to keep this trigger for as long as it remains fun, and safe, useful for you - or, you are welcome to just let it go. As you wake up, take with you only what you want to keep, and let everything else go. Either way, I’m glad you came to my storytime, and I hope you enjoyed yourself.
I’m going to count slowly up from 1 to 5, and when I reach five, you’ll find yourself fully awake, aware in the knowledge that this story, however fun, is not your reality.
- Thoughts slowly returning to your silly head.
- Wiggling your fingers, wiggling your toes, feeling motion return to you
- Eyes fluttering open, becoming aware of your surroundings
- Feeling grounded and safe, taking a nice, deep breath… And
- All the way up, coming back to yourself, feeling warm, calm, and safe.
Any feelings you experience from here on out are yours, not anyone else’s. I hope you are relaxed and safe. When you’re done listening to this, you should get up and get some water. If I made it right, this experience may have been fairly intense. I recommend doing something emotionally comforting - I like wrapping myself in a blanket and watching cartoons, or going for a walk, if the weather allows.
Shelter from the Storm was cowritten, edited, and recorded by Cadence and Lagnia, and produced by Cadence. Thank you for listening. Much love to the Human Domestication Guide community, to Schnozzberry for letting me use their immaculate “Biorhythm” audio for soundscaping, and to Harmony for beta reading.