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The alien I was supposed to call my owner stared down at me with a look that reeked of disappointment. She spoke with an angry tone, “What you did was very naughty, petal. Trying to stab two florets!”
Florets were the drugged up pets of an Affini, made to be dependent on them as punishment for ‘feralism’. I was technically one of them, but Cenia had extended a light branch to me. She was letting me ‘grow into the flower I was meant to be’.
What that had meant was slowly trying to get me to accept being her pet while simultaneously manipulating me to try and make me question my gender. I had resisted repeatedly, but eventually learned to give into some of her demands to create an opportunity to escape.
That opportunity had cost me my ability to bathe myself and brush my teeth. It was dehumanizing, but nothing an OCNI Operative couldn’t handle. I had put people in far worse prisons than this one.
I found it when she took me on a walk. She had of course taken the opportunity to wrap a vine around my hand and lead me on a leash. Fortunately, she slipped up and let me wander around the park unattended while she went and got us ice cream.
I seized the moment and started making my escape, but I stopped when I saw the former captain of my ship. They were in a dog collar and were kissing some random girl. I had known the bastard had sold us out to the weeds, but couldn’t do anything before I was captured.
I saw red and grabbed a knife a vendor was using to cut meat. I charged at them and stabbed that traitor in his side. I kept going until I felt the hiss of a injector hit my back.
Now I was displayed in front of my captor as she hungrily took in my form. She had taken the shape of a humanoid with large breasts made of vines. She had on a mask made of the segmented wood, the type some Affini used to mimic human faces, with sharp fangs poking out whenever she talked. On her shoulders was a wreath of purple and blue flowers that matched the swirling metallic eyes staring down at me. Her form dropped down past her torso into a dress-like shape covered in purple petals.
I suppressed a thought that she was more attractive as a girl than I ever was.
“I really thought we could form a bond and I could help you slowly out of your shell. Let you transition into the adorable little prince you were meant to be. Instead, you decided to throw it all away and hurt others in the process.”
I gritted my teeth and struggled limply in her vines, thorns piercing in the sides of my wrist and ankles. I couldn’t let her in. I knew if I gave her any ground now it would destroy me. “I hate you! Why won’t you alien fucks let me be free! I’m not a boy, and won’t ever be one!”
“Oh petal, I already know you think silly things like that. Don’t worry, I’ll fix that, just like I’ve already fixed your body,” she said, giving me a moment to look down.
My body had been changed to that of a boy’s. My skin was flat and smooth, same with my chest. Several of my old scars were healed. I looked like a version of myself whose parents let them have HRT. To top it all off, a dick appeared where my old genitals used to be.
“This doesn’t change anything!” I shouted, both at her and myself. I was still Elena Parker. I would never be the pet she wanted me to be. I would find a way to endure this and be free again.
“It pains me that you continue to deny yourself what you obviously want. No matter, I’ll break you into the submissive compliant pet you were meant to be, and you’ll be so much happier!” She raised a curved vine, poising it to strike me.
With a hiss, the tendril cracked against my left shoulder. I screamed out in pain as I struggled against the vines even harder. Blood dripped down from wrists and ankles as the thorns pierced my flesh. I looked up at her with disdain.
“Once you’ve accepted what you are and beg to be my pet, the pain will stop, and the pleasure will begin. Know that I will only strike with my vines, not my voice. I do this not to hurt, but to correct, pet.” Cenia said, followed by another crack as a vine lashed my right shoulder.
The hot, wet pain surged through me as I let out a whine. I just barely managed to bear down enough to only let out a whimper on the next strike. I couldn’t let them break me.
Two more strikes came down on my upper thighs. The torment hissed down to my bones, followed by a rush of endorphins. I hated it. I hated her. I attempted to glare at her, but another lash caused my eyes to puff up with tears.
More strikes came down, leaving agony wherever they landed. Tears dripped down my face as the onslaught continued. My voice hitched as I let out more cries. She remained stoic as she struck me, unchanging as she heard my misery. She had given me the nice kind Affini, and I had rejected it.
I begged her to stop as the next one came down. Her only response was to lay another strike against me. I wanted to be free from her so desperately, but all my struggling did was cause my wrists to drip blood. There was no freedom in her vines.
As another vine struck me, I realized maybe there could at least be happiness in her chains.
She paused for a moment, admiring the look of pain that sat on my face. One of her thorned appendages danced under my chin. “Are you ready to be good, pet?”
Tears rolled down my eyes as I considered her offer. Was I really willing to trade my freedom just so I could end her torture? So I could feel pleasure from her vines?
She lowered the vine. “Guess not. I suppose I’ll have to be even harsher for you to break. Don’t worry, pet. Once this is over, the only time you’ll hurt is when you’re in pleasure.”
She spun me around to face a mirror. Welts covered the front of my body, and light streams of blood dripped from my hands and ankles. Behind me she stood, towering over me like a giant. A new vine covered in jagged brambles dripping some blue sap poised above me.
The vine struck down on my trapezius, flaying the skin. I howled at the torture and thrashed against my restraints. The sap mixed with my blood and moved slowly into my system. I watched my pupils dilate as she raised the vine for another strike.
When it came down I moaned, some foul aphrodisiac attaching pleasure to the pain. More echoes of agony and ecstasy shuddered through my body as another pointed vine came down on my back.
My pleas for her to stop were ignored in favor of whipping me more. Each strike caused more moans to involuntarily erupt from my mouth. The vines which held me tightened even further and I was no longer able to even struggle against her grasp.
I saw my dick start to throb in anticipation of her next strike. I knew she controlled every aspect of my pain and pleasure. That no matter how much I objected, she owned me, and there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing I could do but break for her.
As another hard crack ringed against my back I buckled. I stared up at her with pleading eyes. Thorned vines wrapped around me as she brought her huge face closer and closer to my own. I moaned as they pierced me, unable to do anything but twitch helplessly in her vines.
“Is my pet ready to be a good boy?”
Tears rolled down my eyes as I answered in between shudders. “Y-yes m-Mistress. I’ll be a good boy for you. Please, just make the pain stop.”
She smiled. Some part of me was already wanting to see her do that more. A vine pet my head as a cooling sap was applied to my wounded back. “Good boy.”
She held me tightly in her embrace like I was a little boy. I felt so small and weak in her arms. She’d proven to me just how powerless a human was compared to a member of her species. Her hand ruffled through my hair as she cooed at just how cute I looked to her.
I cried as I clutched her vines for more comfort. I had fought so hard to be free and lost. All I was now was a hurt pet in need of their owner. Tears rolled into the welcoming moss of her bark as she whispered sweet praises in my ear.
A bit after I finished crying she held some water up to my mouth and beckoned me to sip it. My mind reminded me that I would never be expected to hold my own drink again. When I was done she directed my face to look at hers.
“You’ve been a very good boy for me, Everett.” Cenia said with a devious smile. “I think you deserve a reward.”
I shuddered at the new name she gave me, fuzzy feelings sparking in my chest. The part of me that would fight them long since gone, replaced by the pet she wanted me to be. “A reward?”
She patted my head. “Obedience means pleasure, my sweet prince, it’s time we used the little gift gave you while you were sleeping.”
My dick throbbed at the thought, and I moved my hand down to touch it. I let out a soft plea as I stared up at her. “May I touch myself then?”
A vine tightly wrapped around my hand, stopping it. “Touch yourself? Darling, why would a prince be expected to do anything by himself?”
She raised some vines I hadn't seen before. At the end the vines were wrapped in a soft cylinder, the weave ornate and beautiful. Inside writhed soft, tiny feelers, pulsing and dripping a fluid that smelled of rose water. Slowly she lowered them to just before the tip of my penis.
“Pets like you are meant to feel, not act,” She said as she lowered the entrance of her graft down my head. Pleasure spasmed down my dick, and I felt like I was seeing new colors. I reached for the vines which were hurting me just moments before as I spasmed for support.
She held me tightly, making sure I wouldn’t go anywhere, as I calmed down. Then she began to move the vines further down, eliciting a moan from me. She cooed once she heard it, patting my head.
Eventually the vines fully enveloped my dick. The insides of the structure wrapped tight around me, moving in sync with the rhythms of her core. She towered over me, looking at me like I was the most precious thing in the world. Her eyes swirled a mixture of purple and gold as she spoke in angelic voice down to me.
“I’m so proud of you, my little prince, for learning to obey Me.”
My mind felt hazy and clouded from the pleasure, but I knew her being proud of me was a good thing. I shattered so beautifully for her, I gave into being her pet just like the Captain I had hurt did with her Affini. I was nothing more than an insignificant xeno acting out of turn, and she had put me in my proper place. Needily, I whined for her to touch me again.
I almost came when the vines started moving again. I wanted to very badly, it was all my addled mind could focus on, but I knew I didn’t have her permission to. So I resisted as the thousand little feelers inside her graft slid up and down my cock, trying to make me release. I struggled limply in her tight vines to try and move away from the pleasure but barely moved more than an inch.
“You’re My beloved, and I will never let you go. Never let you outside of my vines again.”
I moaned as her words bore into my drug-addled mind. Never again would I pose a significant threat to anyone. Never again would I know toil or suffering. Now and forever I’d merely be a bound prince in her arms, just like I was now. My naked, wounded form wasn’t my own, but hers. Hers to touch, hers to hurt, hers to break. The realization stung, some small part of me still wanting to resist her.
“P-please touch me more, M-mistress.” I begged. If she enveloped me, I knew what was left of my resistance would go away.
“You beg so cutely, pet. Of course I’ll indulge a needy thing like you.” She said, wrapping thorned vines tight against my thighs. I moaned as they dug into my flesh. A dozen vines raked and massaged against my body. She loomed over me, a face of pure hunger bearing down on me and threatening to consume me.
I crumbled beneath her. I offered no resistance to any of her vines, letting them push and pull me wherever they wanted. I meekly fell in sync with the rising and the falling of her touch, dick leaking into her wet embrace. Moans and whimpers escaped my mouth as I stared into the whirling vortexes of her metallic eyes. Higher thought exited my mind as she jabbed a needle into my flat chest and my vision swirled with color. The only important thing was my mistress, and obeying her.
“Such an obedient pet, all nice and needy in your owners' vines. Pets like you deserve to feel all the pain and pleasure their little minds could want.”
I moaned in agreement, the ability to form anything other than meaningless babble entirely lost. Her body’s drugs crashed through my system making each touch feel like a thousand. Each tiny vine stroking my dick feeling better than my fingers had ever felt before I had it. She opened her mouth in a wide smile as her sharp teeth dripped fluids to drug me with.
“Cum for me, my little prince. Debase yourself because your mistress wants you to, because I want you to.” She said, before biting my neck and slamming down with her graft.
I screamed and came at the same time. Rapturous pleasure raged in my lower half as I emptied myself into her vines. Unknown compounds crashed through my body as my limbs went limp in her vines, and I saw shapes and colors that didn’t exist. I struggled impotently against her grasp as I emptied myself.
“Such a good boy, cumming when you're told.” She cooed, patting my head.
I felt her hands wrap something tight around my neck. Looking down I saw a gold collar with a small tag entitled ‘Everett Rubusina, 1st Floret'. She had collared me as her pet, I knew now I'd never be able to be anything else.
She wrapped me fully in her vines while embracing me. Her large, soft lips met against mine, and my tongue submitted and let her explore my mouth. I felt an overwhelming feeling of safety envelop me as she held me. I was her floret, and nothing bad could happen to me. This was where I belonged.
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Mistress laid in bed reading a book in a script I didn't recognize. I nuzzled up to her as she idly toyed with my body. As I bapped a vine she held out in front of me I thought back on my first day after being broken by her.
She had dressed me in front of a mirror. The wounds on my neck and back were covered by a frilly undershirt with a tight vest which restricted my movement. She then placed sapphire and pearl earrings through my ears. She titled my head to stare at my form.
My eyes were blown out and glassy. The vest proudly displayed the same color as her flowers. The jewelry all matched petals on her form. I looked like the drugged up pet I was. She sat me in her lap and played with my outfit. I wordlessly knew I wasn't expected to speak when she did. I was like a little doll in her arms.
When she was done playing with me I was fed a delicious breakfast from her vines. I asked her if I could use cutlery now that I was broken but her look told me that still wasn’t allowed. I reminded myself that pets do as they were told.
The rest of the day was spent doing various activities. She petted me very vigorously when I suggested I should apologize to the captain. It was very difficult to write the message, some part of me still wanted to try and resist. To try once again to be free. I knew I'd fail, that doing it again would result in more pain. For some reason I throbbed at the thought.
I was grateful that the drugs she had me on made the rebellious part of me go silent once her vines touched me. Her touch felt electric now. Like it was fulfilling a need greater than my need for air or water. A need for my owner’s touch. Extended petting left me moaning and rubbing into her. A thing in which she seemed to delight.
The only thing that felt better than her touch was her graft. I shuddered when she lowered it back down on me. I came so many times inside her while she stared down at me calling me a good boy, a good prince.
I shuddered at the thought that just yesterday I was trying to live without her nursing touch. How long had I tried to live without the joys my Mistress could provide? I felt a sense of immense gratitude over her breaking me. If she hadn't broken me I couldn't have been her good boy today. I pulled a vine to get her attention and stared up at her with big eyes.
“Thank you for breaking me, Mistress. Was it hard to do?”
She paused before laying a kiss on my cheek. “Hurting such a cute pet is always hard, but seeing how comfortable and obedient you are now lets me know it was the right decision.”
My owner and mistress pressed me tightly to her core. I nuzzled against it as much as I was allowed. The bindings didn't bother me. I was right where I belonged. I was happy she had made me accept it.