The sound of terrans talking in the background breaks me out of my trance, laying on some kind of a bed in front of a television. I slowly push myself to a sitting position, only for my leg to get sucked into a crease that turns out to be a giant green couch. The buzzing my anxiety would helpfully provide in a situation like this is completely missing, so it takes me a bit longer to work out just where I am. My last memory was being wrapped up in bed and some yummy pizza, so -

The sound of a closet door closing jolts me to attention, sparing me from detective work. It’s Amaryllis on the other end of this massive luxury condo looking place. The ceiling is tall enough for me to stack myself three times and still barely reach the top, and the couch I’m on is taller than me. Their lights are on, but are way dimmer than my apartment's lights and I don’t hear a dull humming from the walls. Only the natural music coming from that sexy- I mean evil plant lady.

Amaryllis turns her head to me and gives a big, soft smile. I’d try and read between the lines here, but every thought fades after the first two or three logical leaps. She calls my name and any left over thoughts fade, making room for me to actually listen!

“Welcome back, Enya. Enjoy your trance?”

She’s walking back towards me, and that actually takes more than a few steps in this massive condo. Each step makes my heart flutter and cheeks burn, but I can’t turn my head away from her. Amaryllis sits on the carpet in front of the couch and she tells her television to turn off.

“Sure thing!” The entire room chirps, before I’m only left with my abductor’s rhythm. Something inside of me tries to push me to roll off the couch and onto her, so I stick my other leg in the cushion so I never have to move again. Take that, brainwashing!

“Why am I here?”

My question comes out a lot calmer than expected, and I wouldn’t be complaining about that if this wasn’t an abduction! That’s one of the most socially appropriate times to scream!

Amaryllis reaches over to gently pet me before she speaks, “Well Cutie, your old hab unit wasn’t up to code for starters, and was a mess not suited for human habitation. I’m amazed you haven’t gotten sick, but I won’t wait until that happens. You’re under my wardship until we can determine if you’re able to live independently, or if you’ll bloom best as a floret.”

The petting’s really good, and her explanation is through enough that it all makes sense. I don’t even think there’s room for that authoritarian word game – Until the floret word comes out! My body won’t even stiffen or get stressed at the thought of me being a drugged up, brainwashed pet! One of my hands finds itself covering my mouth as I think over what she says, and when I try to say something without words already in my head, it comes out as a pathetic, flustered whine.

Her face lights up in an even bigger smile as I humiliate myself again, covering me in pets and presses my back, toppling me back to laying down. I don’t get a chance to protest when she scoops me up onto her lap and she takes my place on her couch, her biorhythm drowns my mind! My face rubs up against her hand it’s strokes reach it, while my arms hug around as much of her neck as possible. This definitely is just because I’m touch starved and I’m not weak willed!

“Roots, you are the cutest thing. If you keep this up, I might just tell the vet to stop your Class-C’s and keep you for myself.”

Amaryllis squeezes me in a tight hug, and I can’t hold back another embarrassed squeal. I feel like I won something, figuring I’m getting off one of the xenodrugs! Progress! My silent celebrations are disrupted by something smooth is put around my neck, a click locking it in place. That’s not good. One of my hands feel the fabric loop around me, thumb brushing past a metal loop. Oh, that’s texture. And a collar. My brain tries to turn its gears to understand what the heck is going on, but any time I get too deep in my head, Amaryllis gives me another squeeze. I should be upset!!

“Alright, adorable. We need to get you cleaned and ready for bed. I want to get you checked up at the vet and make sure you’re all healthy and happy! I can either bathe you for you, or wait outside of the bathroom and let you handle it.”

A question! My brain does those really good! My face scrunches in its thinking expression and I stare off into the carpet to decide! I can definitely clean myself, I’ve done it before.. But I always forget. I’m not allowed to forget this time, so I could handle it myself. Yes! I’ve socially out navigated the invader!

“I can clean myself!”

I proudly declare, getting an ‘aww!’ out of the affini. I try not to think too hard about the implications from that as she carries me to the bathroom, setting me down inside while she turns on the faucet that goes into a MASSIVE pool! Capitalism is dead, but this is overkill! Wait, it’s her size. Do plants bathe? I crouch down while Amaryllis organizes some shampoo bottles on the outer rim of the pool-tub, and plucks some other bottle that has a picture of a really high looking human girl with swirly eyes, setting it on the sink way out of my reach instead.

“Since you’re cleaning yourself, you don’t get to use the xenodrug shampoo. Is there anything else you need before I leave you be, cutie?”

I shake my head, and cover my smile with my hands. I never had a good ability to identify red flags, and whatever drugs she already used on me ruined what ability I had. It’s probably fine! Amaryllis closes the washroom door, and I begin climbing out of the pretty floral print dress, then try to take the collar off. A tug doesn’t stretch it over my head, and the latch doesn’t budge. Oh well. If the bath ruins it, it’s her fault.

The faucet turns off on its own once the bath pool is full, so I use the stool nearby to climb in. As my foot touches the water’s surface, a comfortable warmth fills me. If I ever wanted to have something close to a bath, I’d have to sit down in the shower in my apartment! I drop myself into the pool with a big splash, and hear Amaryllis laugh through the door. Baths aren’t funny, but affini are weird as fuck and probably drink this stuff when I’m done. Is the lack of disgust weird kink stuff or xenodrugs? I’ll figure that out later, for now, I sink down to my neck and sigh happily.

After a half hour of soaking, my abductor knocks on the door and speaks out, “Enya, sweety. Have you finished yet?”

All I can think to say is a long, airy “Noo.” Bath too comfy. Bath is illegally comfy. So it’s my political responsibility to enjoy this! Joy under authoritarian rule is the ultimate rebellion! Amaryllis giggles again, but doesn’t press further. I do eventually manage to myself to do the other important bath things by the time the water gets cool, dunking my head under water to get all the shampoo out of my shoulder length brown hair. Ugh. It’s tangled.

***

After I dry myself off, I find a cute blue nightgown half slid under the door and put it on, doing a twirl in the big mirror. Spinny! I’ve been on HRT for a few years, so sometimes when I look I don’t feel bad about myself. Without the nagging thoughts, I feel kind of pretty! All set up for night time, I push the bathroom door open and see Amaryllis sitting on the massive couch, head turned from some kind of book the size of my chest and looking at me. She does another big smile and pats on the couch next to herself, her long familiar biorhythm calling for me to obey.

“You look so adorable in that! Are you ready for bed, or would you like to watch some television?”

If I wasn’t the only other person in the room, I’d have thought she was talking to someone else!! Thankfully, her question makes me realize I’m already walking towards her like a moth to a flame, so I make my own choice! Amaryllis laughs while I sit in the middle of her carpet and turn to face the wall, eliminating one of her abilities to control me! No eyes, no control..! Probably. She doesn’t bother me for now, giving me all the time in the world to grab at the thick carpet and feel the textury strands of whatever it’s made out of.

I manage to entertain myself for five minutes before the boredom sets in and find my head turning back to that walking, talking lure of a person to see she’s reading her book again. There’s no clocks in this stupid pent house living room, only some masks, dangly rocks on string, and a window! Oh! The window is dark, so it’s night o’clock. That means sleep time is probably in ten or twelve hours. My laptop is at home, so I have nothing to fill the time with and my thoughts begin creeping back to the affini.

“I’m bored!”

I find myself expressing before I realize, wincing as Amaryllis turns back to me and closes her book. She sets it down and makes her way to me before crouching down to my sitting height, but still somehow looming. There’s that predatory smile again.. If I wasn’t held here against my will, it would be kind of hot, but that doesn’t stop me from blushing and turning my head away!

“Oh, little one, that won’t do. Is there something you’d like to do, or would you like to cuddle? Try some xeno-drugs?”

Her patient tone bounces around in my head for a bit while I think about the choices. That cuddle was really good, but she abducted me. I like drugs, and if they aren’t something that will fuck my body or brain up forever, I like to try them.. Taking drugs from her is probably a bad idea, but the red flag machine broke! She’s already injected me a bunch. My boredom is worse than my freedom being stomped.

“What do you have? I don’t want to do anything that might mess me up forever, or get me addicted.”

I ask, and Amaryllis makes some kind of low pitch squeal before petting my head. She’s so touchy, but it feels really good..!

“You are the most adorably docile thing. I have Class-A's that make your sense of touch become super sensitive, Class-H’s if you want some more intense hypnosis and M’s if you’d like to be completely motionless while still experiencing everything. They’re designed specifically for terran use, so there’s no risk of addiction and if you get uncomfortable, I can inject a counter-agent. ”

As she explains, my hands find themselves touching over my face while I blush uncontrollably. This is probably going to never stop around her, ugh. I’ve heard horror stories about drugs that paralyze you, but those A’s might be fun, and the H’s sound like something from that smut I read. I’m not going to let an affini who’s been stalking me give me humiliating triggers..

“Can I try the A’s?”

I try to be as casual as I can about it, but before I can close my mouth, vines are already wrapping all over me and carrying me away! Something cold presses my neck, blooming over my body with little shivers. Once she’s seated, something takes effect and those oppressive vines that might have been her hands at one point suddenly feel ten times better than that bath! I can’t hold back the pathetic whines as I’m pressed into her meadow-like dress, each of those flowers tickling me through the night gown.

If someone ever tickled me, I’d normally shut down and bite the person until they stop, but the tight pressure of those vines restraining me constantly builds up more and more good feels, never really getting to a point they make me want it to stop! Amaryllis giggles some more, and I look up at her with no control over my face that shows off just how good these drugs are. The affini might be untangling more of herself, because I can barely feel any part of my body that isn’t stimulated. I force my head against one of those flower covered vines, kneading myself into her while she rubs my back. This should be humiliating, but this spot in her just feels right.

***