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Soft music and the flickering light of a holo-candle set the mood for a cozy night in. Harley's hands were both occupied – one scrolling through a guilty pleasure on her phone, and the other indulging between her legs.
“G-good girls… good girls goon~” she moaned, fingers slowly circling her needy clit. Just as she reached the edge, she stopped, reaching over and grabbing a vape pen instead. She inhaled the sickly-sweet yet somehow herbal weed, one hit for each image she scrolled through.
“Good girls goon~”
“Take a hit and rub your needy bits!”
“Weed and porn is all you need.”
Down the rabbit hole of hits and hot captions, Harley’s tongue hanging out as she panted in bliss. She didn’t bother counting the edges. She didn’t care. It was all about dragging out the amazing feeling burning in her core.
She’d been at it for hours today and had spent the last week or so similarly. The Affini Compact had gotten rid of her job, and she hadn’t really had any hobbies left after years of 18-hour workdays. So, she indulged in the one thing that had kept her going in her downtime: jerking off and getting high. She planned on taking a nice little vacation and then she’d figure out what the heck she would do with her life.
Of course, she wasn’t expecting a knock at her apartment door.
“Hello flower are you in there?” a voice called through the thin panel, and Harley stifled a squeaked of terrified surprise as she threw her blanket over her lap. She scrambled to grab a semi-clean sweatshirt from the floor and yanked a mildly-stained pair of shorts onto her bare legs.
“Little Terran? I can hear you in there, there’s no need to be afraid!” the Affini – she knew it had to be one, as strange and beautiful as its voice was – reassured. She hadn’t met one in person yet. This was really not the time, the high from her vape would be obvious from her eyes alone, what if the Affini didn’t allow cannabis?
“C-coming!” she yelled, sifting through the clothing on her floor to find a pair of socks. Once she felt dressed enough and had pulled her hair into a decent ponytail, she scampered over to the door, unlocking the seven different locks that had been installed over the years. She didn’t exactly live in the best neighborhood, but the rent had been cheap.
When she opened the door, she was enamored by the gorgeous, giant petaled skirt in front of her. The soft expanse was pink and shiny like satin. Harley craned her neck up to see generous floral tits, and a rather amused smile that looked carved out of birchwood. The Affini’s three eyes glimmered like gemstones, rosy pink like her clothes. She was more of a fairy godmother than a person.
“H-hi,” Harley barely managed a whisper. The sweet giggle from the lovely giant flower lady made her feel melty inside.
“Hello, petal. My name is Begonia Bliss, Fifth Bloom, she/her. Our records indicate this habitat to be the home of one Harley Stilson, is that correct?” the beautiful plant woman asked. Harley nodded, feeling like somehow her name sounded better coming out of Begonia’s mouth than it ever had before.
“That’s wonderful~ I’m so happy to meet you! We’re going around performing wellness checks and making sure your cute little homes are up to code. Everyone in this building will be relocated to a new complex; there’s no end to the list of problems. Free of cost, don’t you worry – money doesn’t exist anymore!” The woman explained in a chipper tone.
Harley, for the most part, was listening. Some of her brain, however, was fighting against the way the marijuana in her body coaxed her to get hazy and dizzy over the endless subtle swaying movements of Begonia’s foliage. She nodded slowly, waiting for her addled consciousness to catch up.
“May I come in for a moment, dear? I just need to ask a few questions and check to see if you have anything dangerous lying around.” The Affini shifted forward a bit, and Harley squeaked, slightly shutting the door in her panic. She immediately yanked it back open, scared she’d caught Begonia’s skirt in it.
“Ah! Um, uh, sorry,” she scrambled to form a real sentence through the haze of her thoughts, “W-w-what, uh, counts as ‘dangerous’ if I may ask? N-not that I have anything, I think, but um, I’m c-curious?”
She’d have been worried that the Affini thought she was lying if she hadn’t tittered, reaching down to pet Harley’s head and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She blushed profusely, accidentally looking right into Begonia’s swirling eyes and getting lost. Her thoughts, few as they were, disintegrated into clouds like the smoke from her vape.
“I’m sure I won’t find anything worrying, petal. Just relax~” Begonia spoke, and Harley found herself nodding. She stepped away from the door, guided by a vine gently tapping against her side. Even just that little touch felt so good. She failed to hold back a whimper, all her resistance turned off by a simple glance.
Begonia’s skirt rustled pleasantly as she bowed through the short doorway and stepped into the small apartment. She couldn’t really stand up at all, so she sank to her knees skirt billowing out around her.
“Harley, darling, could you close your eyes for me?” asked Begonia. Harley felt her head dip down and back up and her eyelids slipped closed. It was nice, waiting in the darkness with the lovely feeling of her mind blanked. She could hear shifting of vines and leaves, even the sound of twigs snapping occasionally.
“You can look now. Good girl~”
Harley almost moaned at the praise. Of course, it bullied its way out when she took in the altered appearance of Begonia, now short enough to only brush the ceiling with her hair. She’d redistributed her mass into very generous curves instead. She’d been bell-shaped before, now she was like an ancient fertility goddess. Her tits had doubled in size, her upper arms were squishier and her hips and skirt took up the entire length of Harley’s couch. She wouldn’t be getting through any doorways again like that, but at least she didn’t have to slouch.
“Aww, thank you, precious! I see you appreciate a plump figure as much as I do~” she teased, a vine reaching out to close Harley’s mouth. She hadn’t even felt her jaw drop. She could taste the floral scent of the Affini on her tongue. She whimpered. The needy feeling she’d been about to deal with between her legs surged at the taste.
“Now have a seat here, and I can guide you through my questionnaire, okay?” The Affini gestured to the aforementioned couch, and Harley walked over and sat. She wasn’t really moving her limbs, as much as obeying. It made her pussy clench. She was enthralled, and there was nothing she could do about it, and it was fucking hot.
But like, she was supposed to pretend to be normal… Right?
That thought coincided with a sudden snap, and she blinked, feeling much more lucid. Begonia looked expectantly and hungrily down at her. She must’ve missed a question.
“Wha?”
“Oh, you didn’t hear. That’s okay, cutie. I asked how you’ve been doing since we arrived here?” Begonia repeated. Harley thought of the multiple days of gooning she’d done, of how the smell of weed and sex likely clung to her, of how much she wished she could shove her hand between her legs right now- Right! Question.
“Ummm, pretty good. Been nice being off work. Forever, I mean. Thanks for that.” Harley answered. Begonia laughed.
“It wasn’t my personal achievement, but you’re welcome. We wish for the health and happiness of all sophonts, not exploitation.” She replied.
“Have you been engaging in any hobbies? Leaving your hab? Keeping up with your friends or family?” She asked, rapid-fire. Harley’s brain felt like it was on overdrive after being at a standstill moments before. It turned her on so much.
“Um, uh, n-no hobbies, really. Just been resting, taking a breather before I see what the world has to offer now, y’know?”
“That’s a good mindset! You must really appreciate self-care,” Begonia commented, and Harley couldn’t stop herself from blushing. She had no idea how much self-care Harley had been up to. She probably didn’t mean it like that though.
“Y-yeah, you could say that…” Harley murmured.
“But have you gone outside or had any contact with other Terrans since we got here? It’s much safer outside now.” Begonia pressed. Harley slumped back against the worn couch cushions, trying to make herself melt into them.
“N-no, but it hasn’t been that long-“
“Sweetie, it’s been a month. You’ve just been in here resting for thirty cycles?” Begonia asked, her pink eyes changing to blue. Harley noticed something like concern in the droning sound coming from the plant, and she immediately felt guilty for worrying her. She barely knew this woman and yet somehow she felt like she’d kept a secret from her mother or best friend.
“W-well, uh,” Harley started, stuck. She couldn’t just admit that she’d spent a month with her hand down her pants, right? Yeah it wasn’t dangerous, but it was total degenerate behavior. It was disgusting and perverted and this weird gorgeous plant woman would probably think she was gross if she admitted what she’d been up to, fuck!
“I…” In her panic, she’d shut her eyes and burrowed against the couch. When she opened them, Begonia’s face was inches from her own, and her hand cupped Harley’s cheek. Her eyes were so pretty, the swirling pattern beckoning Harley’s entire being towards submission. A flower appeared next to her, coming between them and pressing against her face. She felt an urge to breathe in and obeyed, sweet nectar rushing into her lungs.
“Harley, what have you been up to all month, little Terran?”
She stood no chance against the wave of obedience that crashed into her. She could only flounder in the tide, feeling her mouth open of its own accord to spill her secrets.
“I’ve been jacking off and smoking weed the whole time like some dirty freak-“ The words were cut off by another flower pressing much more insistently against her mouth. A vine wrapped around her throat. Begonia’s eyes blazed red.
“You will not shame yourself for indulging in pleasure. Repeat.”
“I… will not shame myself for… indulging in pleasure…” Harley droned in a monotone, muffled by the petals covering her face. She felt the command push against the ingrained concept of modesty. Of purity, and all those other things she’d been inundated with her whole life to make her feel bad about doing something as natural as touching herself.
“I doubt just the one repetition will break the habit, but don’t fret. I’d love nothing more than to erode that pesky shame response all day, or perhaps even forever~” Begonia’s voice was more condescending, but in a way that made Harley’s thighs clench together, her wetness becoming obvious to her. She’d soaked through her shorts, and when she looked down she could see her slick shimmer on her thighs. She whined.
“And as for the smoking, cannabis isn’t bad per se, but we have something much better. Class-A is like your Terran weed turned up to twelve – and you can literally never have too much. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind trying it out, right? Just breathe in for me~”
Harley was powerless to stop herself from sucking in a desperate breath of pollen. It hit instantly, tingling everywhere it touched, even as it began to suffuse her bloodstream. The lovely spores stoked the fire in Harley’s cunt like a barrel of gasoline, and she keened into the flower until it detached and drifted out of sight. The only thing Harley could see was Begonia.
“Mistress!” Harley cried needily, the word out so fast she didn’t even try to filter them. She felt approval crescendo around her, accompanied by the delightful touch of petals and vines pulling her into her Affini’s lap. Every touch sent sparks screaming straight to her pent-up pussy, and she was lost in it. It felt better than anything ever had.
“Good girl, Harley~ Isn’t this much better? There’s no need to hold back in Mistress’ vines, pet.” Begonia said, her vines finally, mercifully, beginning to strip the soiled clothing from Harley’s body. Distantly she recognized Begonia holding something above her, something familiar…
“Oh, let’s start off with some of these! We’ll have to edit some of the captions to be about xenodrugs instead, but I think we can work with this.” She said excitedly, Harley barely registering anything over the jolt of ecstasy when a slick tendril finally pushed into her soaking entrance. Another played with her clit, rubbing slow circles around it. She squealed and whined and moaned louder than she ever had before.
“Harley~” Mistress called. She tried her best to look up, relieved when her gaze caught the three glittering pools and locked on. The large petals of the skirt she laid upon moved to cradle her head and neck, making the position more comfortable for her.
“Could you be a dear and sink down for Mistress?”
Begonia’s words scattered any thoughts left in the haze, and Harley let herself drift into the familiar coziness of trance. Her body was writhing in ecstasy, but her mind quietly awaited her Mistress’ orders.
“Repeat after me, pet: Good girls goon for Mistress.”
Despite the depths of her trance, shame bubbled up in her. Harley wanted to obey, she’d said those words so eagerly just minutes before, but…
“Harley, that wasn’t a suggestion. Repeat.” Begonia chided her, and she felt the tendril in her pussy slide out, leaving her empty. Fuck her stupid sense of shame, she needed to be full again, she needed to-
“Good girls goon for Mistress!” She cried out, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes at the intensity of her need. The vine slipped back in and she wept in relief. The flower from earlier, the one that put her in this state, reappeared. She leaned up towards it as it approached, eager for more.
“Ah-ah! You have to earn your treats, pet. Repeat after Mistress: “Take a hit and rub your needy bits.”
Harley groaned in frustration as her jaw clenched, brain begging her body not to say the horny words. Unfortunately, there was only one person in control in the room. Only even one person at all, really.
“T-take a hit a-and… r-rub my needy b-bits!” Harley choked out. She felt vines guide her hands to her sensitive tits and immediately began squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She loved touching her tits, she loved being a dumb slut- wait, but-
“Another one for me: Mistress and xenodrugs are all you need~”
The edge was so close. Harley’s fingers dug into her skin, her Affini’s vine dug into her wet heat, her words dug into her mind.
“Mistress and xenodrugs are all I need~”
“Good girl, Harley! I think you’re catching on! I can’t wait to keep training you, pet – go ahead and cum for Mistress.”
At her command, Harley’s body went taut, the wave of pleasure wiping out everything but Mistress and obedience. She sobbed into her Mistress’ petals as she came. The orgasm that crashed into her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. It felt like it was rewiring her thoughts to align them with her owner’s. It felt like it was branding her very soul.
“…love you… Miss… Love Mistress… Love… h-huh?”
Harley came back to consciousness in Begonia’s lap, naked and sticky and more satisfied than she’d ever been in her life. Even her month-long gooning binge hadn’t left her this boneless and brainless. She nuzzled against the silky pink petals.
“I see you’re coming around. You did wonderfully for me, pet. Your first lesson was very successful.” Mistress praised, petting Harley’s hair and drawing soft noises out of the tired Terran.
“Come now, let’s get you home and all of the paperwork squared away. I don’t think any further questions on your state as an independent sophont are necessary, are they, my precious goonette?” Begonia asked, her hand moving Harley’s head up and down for her. A dizzy smile spread across the girl’s face.
“Love you, Mistress,” she managed. Begonia laughed fondly, gathering her vines into a shape that could fit out of the door she’d entered from. Harley was engulfed in the process, and she whimpered delightedly as she was pushed up against Begonia’s glowing, pink core. She felt no shame, no anxiety – only love and pleasure.