Chelsea felt the dice fall out of her fingertips. She was still so consumed by the bliss Ember had given her that she hadn’t even sensed it in the palm of her hand. She giggled consent to just bounce her head between the android girls breasts. She liked how they bounced off of her nose only to slide back and bop her in the head. It was like one of the science thingies that people always had on their desk. Chelsea couldn’t remember the name of it and she really didn’t care to.

“A beautiful flower ready to pluck. Head to the garden, it is time to fuck.”

Ember looked down at Chelsea and Chelsea returned the gaze pouting. “I don’t want to go. I want to play with Ember some more. She’s got bewbs.” Chelsea giggled at the way she said it.

The android picked the smaller girl up from under her arms helping her to stand up straight. “Chels it’s time for you to go play. Don’t worry I’ll see you afterwards.”

Chelsea crossed her arms and stood there adamantly. She stomped her right foot on the ground like a child. “You can’t make me.”

Ember rolled her eyes and reached out a hand to caress Chelsea’s face. Her finger pressed to the base of Chelsea’s skull, just above her left eye. Chelsea felt a sudden shock go into her head and felt her arms drop slack to her sides. Suddenly she felt completely limp and helpless.

“Chelsea go to the garden. It is time to fuck.” Ember said her face suddenly stoic.

Chelsea’s head nodded slowly. Ember removed her finger from where it sat and opened the door. Chelsea turned robotically and began to walk out of the bathroom. Each step left her with a sense of sadness and longing. She didn’t want to go and leave Ember but she couldn’t stop herself. It was as if whatever Ember did had taken control of all of her motor functions.

Chelsea paused outside of the garden, or what was once the dining room. Inside, every inch of the room had become covered with thick vines and flowers. She could hear the sounds of shuffling vines as they seemed to move on their own. Flowers of all colors sat amongst them, rich brilliant hues unlike Chelsea had ever seen. They were so pretty. She couldn’t wait to smell them.

Chelsea turned and looked over at Ember who was leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. She raised her hand and meekly gave a little wave. Ember returned the gesture with a smile. The android gestured with her head to go in.

Chelsea nodded and stepped forward. The vines on the ground made it difficult to see in the dark room and she wished that she had some kind of light to see better. Carefully she stepped over one large vine and felt a smaller one hiding underneath slide away under her foot. She wondered what sentient plants would do to her if given the opportunity. She had seen videos online and wondered what would happen.

She could smell the aura of the room. It smelled like a garden full of perfume. All the flowers were giving off a rich and sweet smell. It was some kind of aphrodisiac. Chelsea could tell because with every breath in she felt as though her body was getting heavier and with every breath out she  felt as though she was getting lighter. She couldn’t decide which feeling she liked more.

Suddenly everything tilted over, her head spinning Chelsea tumbled down into the mass of vines. She looked down at her foot. It had caught under a vine and sent her over. She didn’t even feel it. She noticed how far she had gotten into the room. The entrance seemed so far away now. She lifted her foot and turned over to push herself up.

Her face was met with a faceful of a flower, its bright pink petals blocking out her entire vision. As soon as she turned into it a large puff of pollen shot out covering her entire head. Chelsea felt fuzzy all of a sudden. A pink haze started to swallow her vision. Everything suddenly felt so pink and fuzzy. She gently reached up, touching her face and giggled. Her fingertips poked her cheek but she couldn’t even feel it happening.

Her head began to droop, falling into the flower. Her eyes drifting, swirling around emptily. The flower gently cradled her head like a pillow. It slowly lowered her down onto the bed of vines, continuing to puff out the pollen into the air around her. Chelsea had never felt so comforted before. She giggled content to let the plants do what they will.

A pair of vines wrapped around her ankles slowly prying her legs apart. She could feel them lifting her legs up into the air leaving her spread and open. Anyone could come see her if they wanted to. The thought excited her. Other flowers seemed to close in around her petals opening to puff other colored pollen into the air. Chelsea wondered what they were going to do, if they would feel as good as the pink one did.

A pair of flowers slipped closer to her breasts. She instinctively raised her hands waving them away. She didn’t want that. Not her boobers. “Heh. Boobers.” She giggled at the thought and the word.

A pair of vines quickly wrapped around her wrists yanking them back and over her head. They pulled tight enough where her back instinctively arched upward thrusting her breasts up to the flowers. They quickly wrapped around her tits latching on like suckers. Chelsea felt a soft prick on her nipples as something began to press into them. She only felt the sensation for a moment before it wa replaced by a sensitive blissful pumping sensation. She moaned, her eyes swirling beneath the haze of pink swirling around her head. 

The vines holding the flowers onto her breasts began to swell, a pulsing traveling down them slowly. Chelsea felt the first pulse reach the flower and push into her breast. She gasped as her breasts swelled, inflating bigger before settling. A few seconds later the next bulge pushed in. She could feel her breasts swelling up with each pulse, growing steadily larger, stiffer, springier.

She didn’t have long to question what the intent was as she felt a flower wrap around her pussy. The petals splayed out around her as it began to suction at her. She could feel the seal pulling at her lips, stretching them out before releasing them. She had never felt a sensation like this and it left her feeling very pleasured. 

It wasn’t long before the sucking sensation was matched with a small thrusting. She could feel something pressing into her from inside of the flower. Slowly working its way deeper into her. With each matching pull on her exterior, there was a push inside. With each release there was a removal. She wished that it would push deeper into her.

Chelsea blinked, her vision completely swallowed by pink clouds now and giggled. She felt a pair of vines start to slide up towards her ears. They slowly slipped into her ears. She could feel how sticky and slippery they were, she wondered what they were for.

It didn’t take her long to find out as they began to press deeper into her ears. She winced, face distorting in pain. It was as if they were trying to press their way into her brain. Her eyes went wide in shock. “W- Wait! You can’t go in the-”

Chelsea’s voice was cut off by the slick popping sound as both vines pressed their way into her head. She could feel them split apart, dozens of small vines splitting off to wrap themselves around her brain. She could feel each one gently stroking her head, tenderly wrapping it up.

Why had she been so scared. After all. The vines were just there to help her. She wanted this. She wanted what they were doing. She was such a good little flower.

“I’m a good little flower.” Chelsea said her eyes rolling back into her head, body relaxing down.

Yes she was a good little flower. And the garden was going to tend to her every need. It would prune and pluck, shape and mold, and care for her. Because she was a good little flower.

“I’m a good little flower.” Chelsea mumbled slowly feeling her body start to drift away.

She was going to be perfect. She just needed to be prepared. Just needed to let go and be a good little flower for the garden.

“I’m a good little flower.” Chelsea couldn’t even feel the dice leave her fingertips and roll into the mass of vines. The vines rippled sending it traveling down and away beneath the layer of vines. It dropped to the floor with a thud.

“The garden has you within its power, time to become the perfect flower.”

Chelsea felt herself be lifted by her legs and arms and slowly raised up. The flowers connected to her continued their assault on her body as she was carried across the room. 

The vines seemed to part along the floor, rippling and shifting outwards. Chelsea amidst her haze could see a glistening golden pool revealing itself. It didn’t look like water, it looked stickier, like sap. The vines around her ankles began to slowly drag her feet over to it. She wanted to resist but couldn’t move her body. Everything was so numb and soft and fuzzy.

She felt her toes touch the surface. It parted like gelatin around her as the vines slowly lowered her down. She could feel the surface engulf her, holding her trapped as she was lowered down into it. She felt the vines leave her ankles but even still couldn’t bring herself to move her body. It seemed like so much work.

She was lowered further, the sticky substance spreading over and coating every inch of her body. She felt so covered and wrapped up in it. Like a tight glove. It swallowed her up whole even slipping into her ass as she slid into it. She could feel it spreading inside of her and wondered what would happen next.

Her arms were lowered into it, hands helping to pull her under the surface faster. The flowers stayed on her long after the vines left. At least she’d get to keep feeling good as she sunk under. Her head slipped below the surface and she could feel the sap rush into her mouth. She tried to swallow as much as she could but suddenly the need to breathe began to overwhelm her. She coughed sputtering, choking on the liquid.

Her brain began to panic. Instinct kicking in. She struggled thrashing below the surface. Her head turned upward and she could see giant leaf petals slowly blocking out the light as she was dragged further down into the sap. She was going to drown and be digested by a giant plant.

Good little flowers don’t fight. They don’t worry. The garden provides and tends to its flowers. She just needed to relax and be a good little flower.

Chelsea knew the thoughts weren’t hers but she couldn’t resist them. “I’m a good little flower.” She mumbled with the last of her air.

She felt a soft prick in her stomach and forced her head downward as the darkness began to overtake her. She could see a vine connected to where her bellybutton was and felt a soft push into her stomach.

She gasped, air rushing into her lungs. Slowly she took a deep breath. She could feel herself breathing underwater. But it felt as if she was breathing from far away. Not only that but she could feel a thousand different sensations at once. She could feel her body, but it was as if her body stretched out for miles. She could smell everything, all sorts of smells and sensations. She could feel every groove of floorboard beneath her vines, the falling of a single flower petal off of her head, the taste of the metallic water from the pipes. She was the garden and the garden was her.

But she needed to relax. It was so many sensations at once, filling her head with too many thoughts. She needed to let the garden guide and prepare her. She needed to be a good little flower and rest.

“I’m a good little flower.” Chelsea heard herself say and was rewarded with another forceful puff into her stomach.

She could feel the vines inside of her head filling her head full of so many new thoughts and sensations. She was so excited to see what would happen. All she had to do was rest and be a good little flower.

“I’m a good little flower.”

Ember walked back to the living room where Ry had been sitting waiting still. She watched the tentacle in their hand pick up the dice and flick it into the air. It landed with a thud. She stepped closer watching their empty face not even glance at it. She could see the small puddle of cum seemingly leak out of their ass and onto the floor.

“Ry are you there?” Ember asked waving a hand in front of their face.

Ry blinked head snapping up to look at her. “Oh Ember. Sorry I zoned out there. You look…” They looked her over, eyes lingering on her bare breasts. Ember wished she could still blush and felt a warm sensation stretch over her cheeks. “So amazing.”

Ember looked down shuffling her feet. “Thanks. I think so too. And you seem to be-”

Ry gasped moaning as the suit rippled and shifted. Ember watched as it seemed to undulate and stretch forming an almost set of tactical gear. Deep clunky boots appeared with matching cargo pants. A tactical vest wrapped over their shoulders, clips of ammunitions popping out from it. Their arms returned bare, but in a fingerless gloved hand a small pistol unlike any Ember had ever seen appeared.

Ry looked down at their hand and then to the board.

“The beast approaches to hunt and consume.”

Ember glanced down and read the same words. She then realized that she wasn’t reading it, the words were coming in real time in her visual overlay. She noticed dozens of other things too when she looked at Ry.

Player Designation Ry.

Turn Four.

Connected to Hive Source. Symbiotic Relationship Established.

Weapon Diagnostics Overlay Selected.

Hunter Mode Engaged/Prey Mode Selected.

Player Designation Ry Will Be Hunted and Bred.

“Uh hey Ry did you-” Ember’s voice cut out.

BOARD CONTROLLED PLAYER  DESIGNATION EMBER WILL NOT REVEAL OUTCOME OF EVENTS.

The text filled Ember’s vision flashing bright red. She stopped and looked over at Ry. “Umm. Never mind actually.”

“Sure thing. Yeah. Wait. What happened to your turn? What are you supposed to do?” Ry asked twirling the gun in their hand. It seemed as if they had been using it for years with the ease and skill they maneuvered it.

“Oh. My turn. About that.” Ember watched as a text box started to type out in the middle of her vision. It was still kind of weird to her that she could be looking at someone and text would just appear. She wondered if it was almost like what the perfect AR system could be like. If only everyone could be an android.

Board controlled player designation Ember will report to the basement for full body reprogramming and rebuild. The hive has need of your services.

“I have to go to the basement for something.” Ember reached up scratching the back of her head.

“Wait the basement. The one that doesn’t exist. The one that Chelsea rolled the scary thing for. Ember there is no way in hell you’re going down there.”

“Ry you know how this works. I have to do it. I kind of don’t have a choice in the matter.” Ember shrugged stuffed her hands into her pants.

Ry reached out to put their hand on her shoulder but found it suddenly full. Ember could see in her overlay that the dice had appeared in his hand. The game was speeding up. Or time was dilating. She could still see Chelsea’s outline when she looked over her shoulder. She looked like she was still just walking into the dining room by a few steps. The game seemed to be altering time differently for everyone playing it.

Ry sighed and looked at Ember. “Wait. You’re before me. You didn’t roll the dice. How come I have it?”

“Oh yeah about that.” Ember quickly pulled one hand free and tapped her head. “The game has been making me roll digitally the last three turns. Ever since turning into an android I guess it assumes I can process more data that way.”

Ry the skeptic tilted their head looking at her cross. “Great then tell me what it said because my suit didn’t tell me that your piece moved or anything pop up in the middle.”

Ember closed her eyes thinking hard. In the split second she blinked she ran through a dozen different scenarios and outcomes based on Ry’s behavior. “Look. I made a deal with the board. I’m basically an NPC now.”

“Ember you shouldn’t be doing stuff like that! Who knows what could happen? You could be stuck like that forever or be trapped in the board game forever? How could you be so reckless with yourself?”

Ember felt her gears start to heat up, blood boiling in her veins. “Reckless! You want to talk reckless? You tricked us all into playing this stupid sex board game because you thought it would be funny. You definitely knew all about what would happen and didn’t even care enough to warn us. You always do this thing where you think you’re so much better than the rest of us because you’re the smartest one with a degree. I’m so tired of your bullshit Ry. You don’t get to keep judging us and especially me. Don’t you dare think for one minute I’m not happy as myself. As this.” She gestured to her whole body. “Just cause you have issues with your body doesn’t mean you get to project that onto the rest of us.”

“Oh look who’s talking. It’s Ember queen of the gender euphoria over here. Always going on and on about how great her life is. Do you ever consider anyone else when you talk about how happy you are? Meanwhile some of us are still trying to figure things out and you’re always out here bragging!”

Ember could see their suit growing bigger, almost ready for a fight. She could feel her combat mode senses start to boot up and quickly shut down most of them. “Do you really think that little of me? I’m just trying to share that with my friends! Which I thought we were. Do you think for a second I would say any of that if I knew it offended you?”

“I don’t think you’d be aware of it if you even tried. You’re always so blissfully unaware of everything. Hell you’ve been unaware of Chelsea trying to get in your pants for the last six months and you’ve been unaware of me and Stella trying to figure out how to tell you all we had to do a trial separation. You’re so up your own ass that you don’t care about anyone else.”

“Do you really believe that? I’ve been on the phone with Stella almost every night while you were having your little existential crisis. Do you understand how hard it was for her to feel like you couldn’t talk to her? Sure everything is fine now, but you really hurt her Ry. Stop pushing everyone away you pretentious little asshole. Stop acting like every single person in our group hasn’t had their own issues and isn’t currently. For once, just one time, stop and think of others.”

Ember could see how Ry reacted. Their finger itched on the gun’s trigger. She could see the suit almost undulating based on their reactions. They sighed and let their finger hang limp next to the gun. “I’m sorry. For everything. I didn’t realize you felt that way. I’m not the best with people.”

Ember quickly grabbed them, pulling them into a tight hug. She never realized how small Ry was until her head rested fully on top of theirs comfortably. “I’m sorry for snapping. I know that things for you are still a bit weird. We’re all going through things, but we’re friends for a reason. You have to let your friends be your friends.”

“Please don’t do that. I should never have projected my issues with myself onto you or anyone else. They’re my issues and you don’t deserve to be on the back end of them. And I shouldn’t have roped you all into this game.”

“I’m actually pretty happy you did. I think based on the deal I made I’ll remain like this after the game ends. And if it wasn’t for you roping us into this, I don’t think Chelsea and I would’ve finally talked about our feelings.”

Ry pushed out of Ember’s grip. “Wait you and Chelsea actually talked.”

Ember scratched the back of her neck. “Heh. Yeah. I think maybe we’ll see what happens after this. Maybe actually try being together.”

“Ember, I'm so happy for you both! Shit well, hopefully nobody holds this against me afterwards.”

Ember held out her hand. “I won’t. But, you’re going to owe everyone dinner for a few months. And stop being such a dick to everyone about how we look or act.”

Ry tossed the dice from their and reached out taking her hand shaking it. “I’ll accept that. And I’m genuinely very happy for you. I know I’m not the best person, and I know I push people away, but you’re all really the only family I’ve ever had.”

Both people looked down at the dice sitting face up before turning their attention back to the board. Ember could see almost every player except for her was almost halfway to the finish line. Hers still sat back towards the beginning. 

“Escort the android to the basement, her repurposing is imminent.”

Ry turned to look at Ember and shrugged. “So I’m guessing we’re both going down there.”

“Guess so. Glad you’ve got the gun.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Ry said, giving it a little twirl.