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Mélodie sat on a bench on ring one of the Verdant Bouquet. It was a lovely lazy day, much like every other since the liberation of the Ventis system nearly three years ago. The simulated sun shone brightly, the birds sang and the cicadas howled in the warm late summer breeze. Her nails were still a bit caked in the slip of her wheel throwing session earlier, and she was taking time to sophont watch as her pieces dried enough to trim. The Verdant was one of the more independent ships, but florets frolicked freely on the grassy hill, laughing, playing, tripping, fucking. She took a small sip of her coffee (drug free please. Apocynai and machinery do not mix without close affini supervision, thank you.) Her current project was a series of porcelains with delicate hand painted glaze patterns that represented all of her friends, including the odd floret and some affini, so she wouldn’t be getting high, even for those steps. Shame.
In short, Mélodie was the perfect model independent.
A couple of florets chased one another past her bench, some dog lady and a fox person, and she sighed contentedly while watching their game. She paid little mind to most floret’s debauchery these days. They were too happy to get shocked at. She took another sip, the cold salted caramel flavor hitting just right. A perfect day with a perfect drink where she could perfect her art without the pressure to monetize it in a universe that only saw her as some useful drone, a cog in the machine. Perfect.
“And how is my favorite little wildflower doing today?” Mélodie screamed as she jumped, startled into spilling her drink all over her lavender undershirt and denim overalls as she flopped onto the grass. Just perfect. Syr Alden Valeria, the latest complication in her life, leaned over the bench from right behind her spot. The five-eyed cat towered over her, purple tail flicking with amusement. The affini had been trying to court her for a few weeks now, much to her general annoyance. Fae’s face was upside down, grinning ear to ear, showing off Faer’s sharp teeth.
“I was having a lovely day, Alden. I just wish I wasn’t drenched in my coffee right now thanks to a certain alley cat.” She gave Fae the stink eye. “I’m going to be sticky until I get back to the studio now.” Alden’s body twisted in segments, body parts traveling wildly as Fae gloved over the bench, grinning madly.
“Sticky all over for me already, aye, wildflower? I have a solution to that!” Fae (mostly) righted Faerself in front of her as Mélodie’s eyes widened in fear. “No, Alden, don’t you dare.” Fae approached, vines snaking out across the short gap, broad purple leaves rustling the grass with their passage. “Alden, no, I am serious, don't do it. no no NO NO NO NO NONONONONO!” she cried as the plant picked her up, and hoisted her bodily into the nearby pond. She howled as she sailed through the air, weightless until the cool clear water cut her screams short, giving her a mouthful for her trouble. The orgy that had started when the fox caught her hound and presented her to the crowd stopped to watch her fly. Even the fox grew still over her desperate bitch. She landed heavily in a tangle of limbs, splashing the crowd, to their cheering delight.
Mélodie spluttered to the surface, treading water. “What in the rotting everbloom is your problem, you frosted aphid bitten failplant!?” Was it wise to tell off an affini interested in you, especially that colorfully? Perhaps not, but Fae had crossed the line. She wasn’t Faer floret, to be treated as she wished. It was an affront to her dignity as an independent, and she would not swim for it. She glared at the cat thing.
“I have no idea what you mean~” Faer Cheshire grin implacable. “A trip on the floret wiggler is always a delight. I expect half the florets here are gonna want a go shortly.”
“Great for them, but I am not a floret, not your floret, and have no plans to change that!” She shook off the worst of the water as she reached shore. She slipped in the mud and was steadied by a quick vine. She leaned on it gratefully. “And now, I have to go change into something dry because I don’t feel like sitting in wet underwear while I work, so thank you.”
“That sounds like party pooper talk, petal. Quite feralist, I’m afraid. It might be worthy of a wellness check. Maybe even a wardship~” Fae teased.
“And you sound like some deranged weed, here to kidnap and forcibly domesticate my delicate Terran butt for your own sick perverted plant desires.” She replied, scowling at Faem, dripping. Fae smiled at her like the smarmiest bitch this side of the Triangulum Galaxy. They both held in place, gaze meeting hypnotic gaze, neither backing down. The air was tense with threat and defiance as the moment stretched into another, and another. Florets were amazed by the spectacle of defiance. Affini looked on in concern.
They broke at once, laughing together.
“Come on petal, let’s get my little feralist cleaned up,” Fae started wiping her down, absorbent vines wicking the water right off her. She looked around. Motion returned to the quiet park. Now that the fox had resumed knotting her bitch’s ass while presenting her pussy for the growing park orgy, it was definitely time to go. She did not want to get dragged into floret enrichment, especially as the center of attention she had become. She especially did not want a random drug splattering on her, or some well meaning affini to decide riding the carousel was just what she needed to lose the attitude. It was time to go.
“Alright, my overgrown lawn clipping. Let’s head home and show you what I’ve been working on.” She had no intentions on domestication, but a bit of ribbing was always fun with Syr Valencia. Some might call it playing with fire. Some might call it bratting too close to the sun. She called it healthy trust and knowledge that it would all be for the best in the end.
Unlike most single independents, Mélodie cohabitated with a few friends. They had collectively found that with most habs having options to automate most chores and glorious amounts of soundproofing, the advantages of living together shined through. There was always life in the house. There was always someone to hang out with on a whim or someone to drag to something or other. It had helped her flourish after she had nearly gotten domesticated for lack of a social circle after she’d gotten picked up from a corpo ship a few years back.
So, they’d put together a simple, if alien space. Earthen ceiling with wild purple bushes with white flowers for contrast, arching designs which let in natural light, individual rooms, and a giant shared bathroom pool fit for an affini. The architect insisted. They’d even reserved room for workshops, like Mélodie’s ceramics studio, and plopped it down in a fairly open space near a popular park.
“I’m home!” She called out to the hab as she entered, Syr Valeria letting her lead. Callie and Maria, the couple of the group, were cuddling on the couch watching that floret show, Sabine & Selenipedium. The pair of cat girls had been inseparable for years, bonding over their shared love of the great outdoors. While naked. On xenodrug cocktails that would give the average floret pause, were they capable of such a thing. That and tea parties at the Archduchess. Judging by the smell, they were somewhere in low space orbit of whatever planet they’d fucked off to. Mélodie was just happy they remembered to put down a towel before taking paraldipine or whatever combination of drugs they were on today. They always cleaned up after their doll out sessions, but they leaked a lot, and while affini couches could probably take an atomic blast, it was nice to at least pretend to care. It also gave her excellent gags to use on them later, full of doll musk and xenodrug dregs.
Fragile subby little things. How those two were still independent was anyone’s guess.
Neither responded, of course, but she somehow knew they were welcoming her home. Syr Alden gave them a few headpats as Fae entered the space, stretching out to Faer full height comfortably. They had opted for affini scale, it was just more hospitable that way. Who cared if they all needed step stools?
The worst of the water had dried off, thanks to the unrepentant affini and a bit of artificial sunshine, but Mélodie wasted no time to strip and head for her room to get ride of the muck. The space was little more than a display space, full of bowls and pots and ceramic sculptures hung up on lilac shelves, some more even than others. It was a showcase of her artistic journey since coming into the compact, every flopped cup another step in letting go of her need for perfection. She excitedly showed off the new pieces, batting away the odd vine trying to knock them down.
Broad leaves woven together into bowls, detailed relief depictions of vines waving across their surface. Intricately depicted sunsets crowning a flower pot. Her themes had drifted to the interplay of nature and habitation, and the domestication of plant life to better serve the sophonts aboard with their beauty. They were filled with bits and bobs, candies, potted plants, including a persian shield she definitely had not named Little Syr when Alden had gotten it for her last week.
“Your little sprout is growing well! You must take such good care of him for me. Maybe we should uplift him in a year or two and see how he likes his mom?” Annnnnd of course Fae made it weird. Syr Valeria helped her out damp muddy clothes before tossing them in the room compiler for disposal.
“I don’t know, does my big sprout like Faer mom?” She upped the ante, always. Doubling down was always a good idea if you affini had taste. Syr Valeria snickered. She popped into the bathroom to quickly rinse off the silt. Fae followed her. “You know, you probably shouldn’t watch me shower. Sophonts might talk!” The room was all arches and mosaics in tasteful coral tones. A large nook was carved near the ceiling along all the walls for some reason. Something about a support for the arches?
Fae climbed up on Faer spot on the ledge and grinned at her from above. “We wouldn’t want that, would we? For sophonts to get the wrong idea?” Fae started adding squirts of shampoo over Mélodie as she scrubbed herself clean. She was about to dirty her hand again soon, but the hot water was nice and the mud was bad sensory on her toes.
“Just because I’m permissive doesn’t mean you’re not scratching up the wrong post, darlin’. If you get a contract out of me it’s because you drugged me into it, and we both know you won’t, you big pussy cat.” Syr didn’t answer. Simply turning Faer face upside down with that silly grin of Faer. Faer body blended well with the dark purple and deep blue tile and planters of the room, leaving only Faer eyes and persistent smile visible.
She luxuriated in the shower, but for some reason, could never quite rinse out the shampoo. Mélodie looked up, and caught the guilty vine retreating. “Very funny. You've had your fun, but I think it’s time I got on with my day. Enough enrichment for the terran.” She was answered by a floating grin, silently refuting the possibility of such a thing being truly possible, but Fae relented for now.
It didn’t take long for Mélodie to finish up and towel herself off, batting the odd purple leaf trying to drink off her with a dismissive flick. She put on a new set of overalls and purple work shirt, ready to get back into the studio. She really liked that color for some reason. Eager to get to work, she turned to the plant that had begun to tempt another go at making her learn kutsugi by fiddling with her things again.
“Alright chlorofiend, get out of my studio.” It somehow felt wrong to push Fae out, but she needed to get back to it and letting an affini hang around too long was definitely more dangerous than mouthing off to one, or leaving this one unattended for that matter. “I have some trimming to do while my pieces are still leather hard, and you are far too distracting. You’d find a way to imprint your leaves on all of them or lace the clay with Ms or something. Besides, no peeking at yours.” She shoved the cat out of her room and hab. Or rather, she would have if she had the strength. Fae stopped at the door to her space.
“Petal, I think you may be overworking yourself with this project. We haven’t gone pranking in two whole days!” Oh no. Fae was not pulling that card. “And I think your purple butt can live one afternoon without trying to prank me into a collar,” She retorted. Faer eyes flashed brilliant purple, ginning ever wider.
“Alright petal, but make sure to take some rest. And have some candy!” Fae tossed her a pretty sachet full of small candies. The label simply said “eat me.” Very trustworthy. Probably drugged. Maybe later. After checking them. From two independent sources. Some might call it paranoia. She would call it waking up glued to the ceiling after one too many three days ago. She smiled. “I’m sure I’ll have a great time with these, but perhaps not until I’m done carving. I’ll put them out for the others, though.” Free guinea pigs, the best testing solution.
“Just make sure you enjoy your night!” Fae ruffled her hair, before quickly braiding the long dark mess, wrapping up the braid in a bun. “A little something to keep it out of your way.” Mélodie rolled her eyes, but Syr Valeria let Faerself be pushed this time, patting the slowly awakening Callie Maria as Fae passed through the living room.
“See you tomorrow, you nuisance. Have fun getting your roots trimmed or whatever it is you do when you don’t squat in my space,” she said as she hugged her affini. “And you have fun with your space pot~” Fae answered, hugging in kind. They quickly separated, and Mélodie slammed the door while snorting pettily. She sighed fondly. She missed Fae already. She emptied the bag in one of her leaf bowls, and turned to her room’s attached studio for the afternoon. She already missed her little mischief maker, but she knew somewhere deep in her spine that Fae was never too far.
The hab chimed gently, reminding Mélodie to call it good for the evening and not start on her next piece. It was a healthy boundary her therapist had encouraged her to take, lest she forget to take care of her needs. She stood up, clay strips all around, and began cleaning up to get ready for dinner. It was meditative to put together the shavings in the giant tub of slip before mixing it up. Trimming was her favorite. Removing little slivers from her pieces to bring out their true potential. Shaping them carefully and seeing how they shine for it. Then, she got to take all those little bits and mix them into a melting pot of past experiences to help her shape the next generation at the wheel. It was poetic, really.
She washed her hands and made her way back to her main room. She paused for a second. Something felt off. She didn’t hear the joyous teasing of post high fun her friends usually had. She didn’t hear the noise of cooking or TV. The walls could be soundproofed, but she enjoyed the life of the house. She was unsettled by its absence, but put it off. This was the compact. The only surprises left were good ones, after all. They were probably just feeling the candy.
As she opened the door to the common area, gentle squeaking finally broke the silence. She approached softly around the corner, cautious.
Callie was pinned.
Someone was pinning her friend against the kitchen wall, something red, shiny, and rich looking dripping off of them. They were plunging in and out of her, drawing rolling spasms and quiet gasps out Callie as she drooled at the lights projecting onto her face. Her assailant dripped, quivering as the latex looking fluid covered their body more and more, spreading over the cake tattoo on their calf.
Wait.
Mélodie knew that tattoo.
Maria?
Callie moaned softly, eyes glazing as the shiny Maria rubbed against her wordlessly. The doll had been largely covered, ribbed hoses sprouting from the liquid on her face and connecting to her back. Even in this permissive of a household, this was a new one.
Maria shoved something into her pinnate’s lover’s mouth, and Callie stiffened under her as she forced her to chew. Her back arched and her eyes rolled back, as she came her silly little brains out. She chewed, bite by bite. She twitched helplessly, as she began to drool on Maria’s hand, her spit weirdly shiny in the hab’s half light. Maria plunged her slick wet finger into Callie’s mouth, her lover suckling on them, slobbering needily, coating them as her mouth shrank around them, tightening into a fuck hole. Blue fluid oozed out, creeping up her face as she grinded into the hands giving her what looked to be the ride of her life.
Mélodie quickly hid back around the corner.
What. Was. That?
She slinked back toward her room, blushing furiously. Whatever was happening had floret written all over it, and she wanted no part of it, no matter how wet she was feeling. That was a good way to end up in a collar. And wrapped in latex. She leaked inside her overalls. She thought of Maria’s new sleek body, with the hypnotic eye visor. The breath tubes in the side of her face so she could suck cock without coming up for breath… The fuck hole mouth, the built in heels… She bit her lips. Stars. This was going to end her.
“Hab, what the hell is happening?” She whispered nervously.
“Drone acquisition.” Hab did not sound like its usual cheery self. It had a much flatter yet quivering note to its voice. It also responded at full volume. Shit. “Do not resist. It will be quite pleasurable~” Double shit. Whatever was going on got to the hab ai first, and it wanted her. Did it moan on that last word? Her heart raced, making Mélodie’s head pound uselessly. Her breathing quickened as adrenaline hit her system. Time to plan while she still could.
So, she was in a night of the living perv situation. At least two of her roommates were down, as was the hab. It was unlikely to let her out, and affini were more likely than not to be the cause. Even if they weren’t, it’d be “good enrichment” or some bullshit like that. She pictured Syr Valeria’s smug smile. Fae would definitely get a kick out of her predicament, purple perv that Fae was. Fae might get upset Fae didn’t take her personally if it was some other plant, but she’d likely be handed over without much fuss, now that she was shown to be best suited to florethood.
Right. So, help was unlikely to arrive, and running was impossible. Hiding would be hard in the hab, especially with the cameras playing traitor, but there had to be an escape of some sort, or it wouldn’t be a game. Affini loved their games. She could only hope the hab wouldn’t flood the whole thing with aerosolized xenodrugs and leave her to be fucked right into a permanent collar if she “cheated”. She tugged at her choker and wished that didn’t sound so hot.
Fuck.
Judging by the drooling glazed look in Callie’s eyes, the light show was hypnotic. Either that or on drugs. Probably hypnotics, though. She'd seen Callie on most drugs, and it wasn’t that mind blisteringly her thing. She’d have to keep that in mind. She may be rubbing her legs together desperately but she wasn’t some fresh new capture off some feralist plague ship. She was gonna get out of this, and deal with that later.
What to do? If Syr would get nothing but amusement out of her struggle, she would have to put on a show. It would show the plants watching that she wouldn’t deny herself, and hopefully keep them rubbing their planty clits long enough she might be able to stay long enough to need to have a repeat performance. She felt warm confidence at this idea. She was on the right track. What would be the most entertaining thing she could do? Something that could buy her time, and hopefully give her the initiative. Mélodie’s face split in a wicked grin of her own. She knew just the thing.
Cackling madly under her the flowerpot helmet, which she had pilfered from her own workshop, Mélodie kicked down her own door. “ALRIGHT, FLORET BAIT! I’M TAKING YOU DRONES UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT!”
She had fished her self lacing corset out of the closet, hiked on the pleather booty shorts she usually reserved for board games and butt stuff, and slipped on the latex opera gloves Syr had given her a couple days ago. Paired together with her favorite shiny stiletto, she made a rather striking figure clad in purplish black. The pottery blinder rather undercut the vibe, but the hab could not be trusted to compile a proper anti-hypnotic suite right this moment. Good thing she’d developed a sixth sense to navigate in the dark in recent years.
She barged around the corner, hoping the forming hive was still there. It would be embarrassing if they moved back to their room or something. Mélodie was in luck. The two new drones had been desperately attempting to rub one another’s nulges, futilely attempting to bring one another to elusive orgasm. Hive mixtress said they could. They just had to grind harder for Faer. Faer song was sweet agony and pleasure, roiling in their little heads, echoing in creaks and thrusts.
Melodie cracked her whip.
It was a note in harmony with hive mixtress’s own song. Their bodies squeaking against one another, the counterpoint to the theme animating red and blue halting to incorporate this new addition. A new body. A new instrument. Lights danced across their eyes as their inner symphony swelled in anticipation. Red had known this thrum before. Blue joining with it. It was the closest it had gotten yet to the hive mixtress’s harmony rushing through its body, releasing it from its wonderful sexual torment. Red knew it, the hive knew it. They stood up, facing this fascinating creature as one. They would feel it again.
The whip cracked, blindly. Blue flinched.
“You want entertainment, mulchbrains? You want a show? Let’s make one~” She approached, heels clacking on the heated tile of their common space, full of swagger and fury. She was going to domme her way out of florethood, and it was going to be a great time for all involved, goddamn it.
She took a guess and slapped where she thought red was. Instead, she backhanded blue down with an inordinate strength during her windup. She felt the pliable latex of her target give way under her left hand, and heard the moan it let out as it hit the ground. She pressed the advantage, stepping up to the drone, intending to take control while it was down …. And missing the ground entirely as her stiletto sank into the side of its ass.
The hive sang with sweet agony of abused flesh. They needed more. They needed her they needed her they needed her and they would make her them. Red shuddered in the shared torment and tried to grab Mélodie’s right arm while she recovered.
Mélodie’s gut warned her of the approaching danger. She quickly found steady footing on blue’s ass as her whip flew through the air once more, wrapping itself around red’s arms in a perfect arc, tying them together. She grinned in the sweltering ceramic. Their slutty asses were hers. She cackled evilly as she pulled red forward, left hand snatching the breathing tubes as red’s head flew past her.
Twin howls of pleasure filled the air as Mélodie kept red prisoner, wrapping the whip around her fingers. This was really fun, actually. More weeds should try this on her, if she made it through this without a spine friend. A twinge of satisfaction and amusement rushed from her lower back.
“You. Drone. You serve me tonight. I will mold you like my clay, fill you up, fulfill your purpose as a drone,” she leered. She didn’t bother feeling shame about the free flowing pre oozing from her booty shorts, filling the air with her musk. It was getting sweltering under that pot, but she had them where she wanted.
Mélodie yanked on red’s hose and pinned blue harder under her heel, rolling it over with a kick. The cry was a keening note of pleasure, a whimpering symphony of strained flesh and submission, and she reveled in it. The drones before her were instruments. Dangerous instruments, ones that would take her under herself if she let up, but they were her instruments and she was drawing an exquisite duet from the pair. She dragged her toe over blue’s curves, before finding her target by feel. Steadying herself with a deep breath, she dug the tip of her shoe into blue’s nulge. The effect was immediate as muffled struggling gasping cries overtook the pathetic thing under her feet.
“Stay where you are, foot slut. You are not worthy of anything else. You will get your turn when I deem you may.” Blue could have wriggled out of it wanted to, but it was lost in submission, sensation, pressure, and need. It was most likely off its ass on As right this moment, and was doomed beneath her heel. It seemed the little plants in the cameras approved of this enrichment, at least for now.
Red, however, made a break for it, struggling against its bound hands sending wave after wave of sensations running through their heads as the tube strained in Mélodie’s firm grip. Each strain pulling its head back, erogenous tubes sending wave after wave of pleasure and pain from the mishandling as it writhed from the shared agony the hive fed one another. The struggle forced her foot to roll irregularly, to rub and press and grind as she maintained leverage over red. She was perfect. It needed her. They needed her. It needed her to fight, and struggle, and let them fall together. She would be theirs as they were hers and what sweet music they would make!
With a final mighty heave, red managed to wrench the whip’s handle out of Mélodie’s hands. Quickly shedding the loops, it grabbed at her shorts, finders sharpening into claws, and unceremoniously cut them and the lace panties underneath them off. The stench of arousal was potent as Mélodie’s cock bounced free of its sheath, pointed tip leaking copiously. It was heady. A smell the dolls had once worshiped regularly.
“Oh, you’ll pay for that, slut~ I liked those,” she laughed haughtily, reverberating with a surprising amount of menace inside the pot. She yanked the tube all the harder, and truly put her weight on blue’s crotch. “You asked for the old gal. Now, service her like the cock hungry drone you are.” She blindly lined up red’s face, and missed, her cock slapping red’s face. Pre dribbled over the drone’s visor, gloving on the smooth shiny surface as she pulled back her hips.
She thrust again, better calibrated, and began facefucking the hole that served for a mouth, gasping in turn. Holy shit, these plants did NOT fuck around with fucking around! Ribbed for her pleasure indeed~ She was so glad she got a dick added. They’re pretty fun. She continued to roll her foot on blue, drawing sqrk and moans with every rocking motion as she gave that poor nulge the foot job of its life. Stars, this was good. She lived for their cries, for how despite every unfair advantage, she was still fucking them for all they were worth. They had always been her sluts, but now they could be her toys! She should have droned up her roommates before. It would have been easy to find an affini to do it with. They were such good little fuck dolls for her already, no wonder they were such great drones. She dug her nails into red’s head with a squeak of latex on latex as she thrust into it.
She needed more. More screams, more moans, more pain, more pleasure. Not satisfied, Mélodie placed her sharp heel on blue’s nulge. Blue froze, whining, desperate. She pressed down, slowly, painfully, stabbingly. The drone mewled pathetically, fingers digging into the tile and failing to find purchase as red shivered in shared agony.
The theme of blue’s pained cries echoed by the counterpoint of red moaning against her cock. She was really getting into it. It probably wasn’t a good idea to cum into a drone, but fuck it, they were hers to claim. She rolled her own head back, enjoying the slick feeling of latex moving up her arms and over her shoulders. This was ecstasy. This was the peak. This was the concert of her lifetime. She hoped Syr had the good sense to stream the whole thing to every willing sophont. Fae was definitely watching, she could tell with cold certainty from deep in her brainstem. She had not asked for this, but she loved having helpless things at her feet. She day dreamed of life sized toy boxes full of drones, straining and moaning and buzzing, to be taken out for her pleasure at any moment.
But, it was not meant to be. It all came crashing down at once. Red, eager to serve, eager to assimilate, pushed Mélodie back as it reached for her tits. Stanced as she was, pressing into blue, while lost in the bliss of red’s hole, she keeled over. Mélodie felt herself get off balance and let go of red as she attempted to right herself, but it would seem whatever affini magic had let her flail blindly successfully before was more entertaining gone. She felt the temporary weightlessness of a bum acted upon by gravity. Her cock slipped free. Her legs flew up. Her head slammed back. Her pot shattered. Her head spun, but she could see clearly. Shit.
Red immediately sprang into action. Straddling Mélodie’s chest, it began grinding on her, rubbing its nulge against her corset. It leaned over her, visor shining brightly, and grasped her breasts, massaging and kneading them, drawing soft noises from the girl as she tried to close her eyes against the threat. She couldn’t escape. It was her turn to fall, her turn to be trapped, her turn to be the toy. She couldn’t help it. Her eyes flew open, lost in sensation herself.
The lights were brilliant. The lights were deep, a perfect pattern that never quite made sense, fractal awareness and sensation melting together. Red’s visor grew in her vision as the drone leaned over her. Stars, the latex reflected the lights so beautifully. Was she still falling? She felt like she was falling. She arched her back, feeling pleasure distantly build in her aching chest. Her arms joined red’s pinching its nipples and kneading her tits as the latex gloves continued to flow down its chest and up its neck, black encasing her, entrancing her, bringing ever more sensitivity to its aching skin.
She heard the song. It was in the light. It was in her skin. It was the beautiful haunting melody calling her name with sweet susurrations dancing into her mind, played on notes of pleasure and unity, gasp and moan and whimper. The rhythm was inviting her to sink, to dance, to fall ever further into the lights above it. It heard them, the voices of its fellows, pulling her to the perpetual bliss of latex and rubbing and denial. It felt blue shove their pink cock down their fuck hole, the joy of it, the feel of their dick entering their mouth, of fucking their head while they pinned themselves. They felt the electricity of spreading the shine over themselves, of enveloping their tits as they turned into twin white hot stars of pleasure. Three bodies melding into one, carnally, mentally, in holy submission to the hive mixtress. They felt Fae so much more strongly now, three spines heeding Faer song.
Faer melody, played on faer instruments. A sadistic mischievous smile conducting their arrangement. It remembered. It was Faers. It had been Faers. It would always be Fears. That was all it need to know. Black nearly climaxed as its own visor formed, sending it deeper into its owner’s, conductor’s, tormentor’s clutches. The hive almost came. The hive was so close! Three nulges crying out for release that would never come, could never come, yet coming ever closer at the mere thought. It was torture. It was ecstasy. It was music. Their dick quickly went under, fucking, humping, quivering as black’s inevitable nulge ribbed it out of blue’s mouth with a whine. It needed something in its mouth. They needed something to cum with, to knot with, but that knot had not swelled since Conductor claimed them three years ago.
They needed more instruments, more sections, an orchestra of voices crying the song of need from the depth of their implants. The latex continued to flow down black’s legs, blue following them down to their toes, massaging the freshly converted leg and drawing as much sensation as it could. They were doomed, but they were doomed together. Blue went to work, worshiping they bodies and filling its mouth as best it could. They could never cum, could never knot. They could never stop trying. Surely, one more instrument would bring their fever pitch to a roaring crescendo?
The hab chimed. The front door opened, and Reed, the last resident, entered. It seemed Mélodie forgot to warn him. Three forms stopped grinding helplessly against one another as anticipation passed through them. The hab closed its doors. They had fresh clay to mold.
“So, how did the playdate go? I hope our little dollies did cause too much trouble!” Flora Leírion, was clearly anxious to pick up her little princess. Alden couldn’t blame her. Fae had been ecstatic when Flora and Merynis had asked for some floret sitting. Faer chorus always enjoyed the company, and the pair were so adorable.
“There were delights! The videos are to die for. Those new cat biomods are so adorable, really lets you see what she’s thinking when all dolled up. Maria was even feeling in charge for once!” Fae gushed to faer friends.
“I know! Merynis was right, per usual. Besides, she wanted to match her pinnate and that was too precious to ignore. Little princesses should get what they want, especially if it’s cute.” Said little archduchess was tiredly grinding away in her drone outfit with said pinnate, having been woken up from the resulting cuddle pile when her owners had come to pick them up. She mumbled something about assimilation in her half sleep, rubbing and grinding against her mistress’s vines. She purred contentedly, face freed from the fuck hood, ears twitching erratically.
Merynis was woven throughout Flora, her core exposed in the same cradle as their florets. Alden cooed as she tried to contribute to the conversation, petting her in turn. Fae grinned, failing to resist the urge to stir a little chaos. “So, when are you implanting Merynis?” The ball of disordered vines tried to free itself of the two headed bird currently serving as its nest. Flora didn’t let her. Merynis whimpered. “She’s not my floret, she’s my girlfriend.” Merynis gasped in approval. Callie moaned as her biorhythm resonance brought her along for the ride.
“You could‘ve fooled me!” Fae pushed further, enjoying faer friend’s squirm as fae began to pet her core. Callie stirred, and pinned her pinnate down blearily. “Perhaps my chorus and I could make you something some sort of ceramic constraints? My little melody has been developing quite the hand for that when it comes up for air.”
“Are you suggesting I pot my girlfriend, Alden? That’s so precious!” Merynis quivered, failing to protest audibly once more as she melted under the combined assault of her friends. Flora carried on as if nothing had happened. “Some dirty little houseplant seems to approve! I should really get these three home to rest, however. Chat later?"
As the little band headed off, Alden Valeria joined faer florets in bed. Fae was ever so proud of Faer little band. Faer melody had put on such a show, as it always did and fae was glad it had insisted on these break weeks. Playing pranks, making things, putting on shows, it was all part of blooming beautifully in the compact, and faer chorus understood that from the start. They were a good pair. Adorable fire and quiet submission that shined through even as they linked. Still, fae found it difficult to deny that nights floretsitting felt just more right. Perhaps a new connivent was in order? Fae wondered what might be the ideal voice for the chorus as Fae pulled up domestication center profiles.