Łamia Domestication Guide
Chapter 7 - Bon Bons
by Miss_Praxis
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#cw:gore
#cw:noncon
#dom:female
#f/f
#Human_Domestication_Guide
#multiple_partners
#scifi
#sub:female
#dom:nb
#drugs
#f/nb
#hurt/comfort
#lamia
#learnedhelplessness
#medical_play
#mind_control
#plantfuckers
#restraints
#self_harm
#self_harm_is_over_were_still_doing_drugs
#trauma
Conysciea Ishtal, Twenty Third Bloom or Ninety Third? She didn’t bother herself with trivial details like that often anymore. Well other than when filing significant paperwork, but in all honesty she could leave that to the massive biocomputing systems of the All Summers Crown too.
She thanked her lucky constellations that her people’s fetish for paperwork had been curtailed on the frontier, where expedience won out over the utter inefficiency of physical forms. Which was one of the many reasons she loved to ride the wave of exploration, ahead of the leviathan of bureaucracy that had long ago consumed the core worlds.
Honestly, letting computers dot her periods for her instead of fretting about it felt like a far better use of her precious time than writing her name. So she did just that. Tapping into the ship's computing core as she talked with Taniva and Vaciea, she dumped her stored notes into the proper forms to fulfill their request.
She thanked her lucky constellations that her people’s fetish for paperwork had been curtailed on the frontier, where expedience won out over the utter inefficiency of physical forms. Which was one of the many reasons she loved to ride the wave of exploration, ahead of the leviathan of bureaucracy that had long ago consumed the core worlds.
Honestly, letting computers dot her periods for her instead of fretting about it felt like a far better use of her precious time than writing her name. So she did just that. Tapping into the ship's computing core as she talked with Taniva and Vaciea, she dumped her stored notes into the proper forms to fulfill their request.
The biocomputer made swift work of the record keeping spitting out a small stack of receipts from the nearest terminal. By which time she was already reaching out to grab them, to the surprise of both the other Affini, who’d earnestly believed that she still didn’t agree with them. Well, she didn’t, but that didn’t matter to the young really. Their time to learn would come soon enough, which is why she also filed all of the other necessary paperwork for that endeavor as well. Leaving those documents awaiting one final signature. While Conysciea was certain of the matter's outcome she didn’t know which of them would accept their responsibility and act first.
With the last bit of paperwork filed she was finally able to disentangle herself from the drawn out discussion over the novel sophont in their care by handing the astonished pair of affini the paperwork they thought they’d have to sword fight her for.
With the last bit of paperwork filed she was finally able to disentangle herself from the drawn out discussion over the novel sophont in their care by handing the astonished pair of affini the paperwork they thought they’d have to sword fight her for.
Now, she was left with only one present worry, had the Bon Bons been alone too long?
Dirt! It had been at least an hour. Entering her bedroom she was reassured to find the Bon Bons nestled on top of a mountain of blankets and pillows in the back corner of the bed drawing on their tablet.
“Ahh, there you are, my favorite treats.” Conysciea said.
Looking up, they gave her a furtive glance and then continued sketching as she flowed over to them. Their hair was a mix of colors and the bloom that adorned their head was an impressionistic painting of blues and greens. They were in turmoil, the poor dears.
Dirt! It had been at least an hour. Entering her bedroom she was reassured to find the Bon Bons nestled on top of a mountain of blankets and pillows in the back corner of the bed drawing on their tablet.
“Ahh, there you are, my favorite treats.” Conysciea said.
Looking up, they gave her a furtive glance and then continued sketching as she flowed over to them. Their hair was a mix of colors and the bloom that adorned their head was an impressionistic painting of blues and greens. They were in turmoil, the poor dears.
“I am sorry about Taniva’s misstep earlier, darlings.”
The Bon Bons’ flower flared with green tinges, “Well, I set her straight, you would think when an affini made a promise it would be enough to stop them from overstepping it. I knew Taniva was a worrier, but for somebody so anxious about people getting hurt she forgot about us entirely.”
“I understand why you feel that way. It is unfortunate that you had to remind her of that and I am glad that she acknowledged that promise instead of overstepping things further, dears.”
The Bon Bons nodded, blue inky strands weaving into their hair and flowers.
The Bon Bons nodded, blue inky strands weaving into their hair and flowers.
“I know she didn’t really mean to take that from us; It just hurts. You trust us and as for others… They don’t give me a chance to help. We know if you believe it's possible for us to handle it, we can. So why can’t they trust us.”
“Well it's more that they don’t know how to navigate my unconventional modalities. I have taken a rather unusual stance in your care dear.” Conysciea shifted, leaning across the bundle to rest her head next to her florets, “But they do try very hard to respect us, don't they?” She said, rustling the needles that wreathed her head softly.
The Bon Bons nodded in affirmation. Their eyes were a mix of watercolor and tears.
“I know she’s worried about Atreia, and— And that we’ll, just fuck it up or- or-” The colors across their body shifted like a water color palette left in the rain, “That we can’t actually help, Atreia.”
“I know she’s worried about Atreia, and— And that we’ll, just fuck it up or- or-” The colors across their body shifted like a water color palette left in the rain, “That we can’t actually help, Atreia.”
“Gumdrop, It's not just that, it is her first time overseeing a project like this and she also almost lost Vaciea in the process. While we would prefer our pets know us only in the best light we can cast, we still have feelings that can affect our judgment, albeit we do get very good at managing them in most cases.” Conysciea let her face form a soft smile.
The Bon Bons looked up at her through their swimming tears.
“But, I didn’t get her to tell us everything or even begin to explain about her condition.”
“You did not let anyone down. I know you would have gotten her to tell you those things if you hadn’t been interrupted. You did an amazing job of keeping her trust afterwards. In fact you may even have improved things through your reactions!”
The colors of her florette strobed.
“I… We guess. I hadn’t thought about how we handled it.”
Their shoulders loosened and as the crease in their forward let go.
“You were simply interstellar! Now, I knew you needed to reason through all of that, or else I would have started with asking you if I could steal all of your attention. I would love to give you a well earned break,” Conysciea watched her florets’ body, noting the shift in posture that had come from their acceptance of her reassurance.
“Now may I touch you, little one?”
They nodded emphatically. “We’d like that very much, miss,” The Bon Bons said, their eyes suddenly locked onto Conysciea’s swirling cyan not eyes.
She let her vines begin to softly scritch their scalp.
“You're all done being helpful today aren’t you, Bon Bons? I can tell you need my help inordinately, right now.”
Again they gave a small nod. Which was exactly what she’d been waiting for since the incident occurred.
Finally.
All of the coiled tension that had ridden her since the meeting released as Conysciea let her body slowly begin to wrap the Bon Bons hands and feet in her grip. She supported their body with her vines and lifted them from the pile until they hung gently wrapped against her torso, still gazing up at her beatific visage.
She let her vines begin to softly scritch their scalp.
“You're all done being helpful today aren’t you, Bon Bons? I can tell you need my help inordinately, right now.”
Again they gave a small nod. Which was exactly what she’d been waiting for since the incident occurred.
Finally.
All of the coiled tension that had ridden her since the meeting released as Conysciea let her body slowly begin to wrap the Bon Bons hands and feet in her grip. She supported their body with her vines and lifted them from the pile until they hung gently wrapped against her torso, still gazing up at her beatific visage.
“I know you all must be very tired. I mean you have been very helpful today. So, why don’t I let somebody who hasn’t had much time out handle the rest of today.”
The Bon Bons softly squirmed against her vines and mewled as she placed one hand around the back of their head, securing it in place. Realization of what she meant finally dawned on them as their motions became more vigorous as they pulled trying to tear free as the inevitable came for them. She lifted her left hand into their view and relished the way they kicked haplessly at her restraining tendrils. “W-wait we, we can handle ours-” They thrashed harder their eyes taking on a frenzied motion, “We’re we are fine - please, we can handle it - you don’t have to - We can’t let go, not yet.”
Conysciea found it amusing how they could ask her to do something for them that terrified them and yet still lose themselves to that fear the moment the choice was no longer theirs. Conysciea allowed the living mass of slick material hidden in her body to stretch between her fingers as it emerged from within her arm. ‘Gosh sophonts had the most delightful ideas when you let their imagination run wild with affini technology.’ The living mass coalesced into the inside of a serene mask.
“But doll, this is for your own good. What comes after you ask for help is not your choice, and it never was.”
Conysciea found it amusing how they could ask her to do something for them that terrified them and yet still lose themselves to that fear the moment the choice was no longer theirs. Conysciea allowed the living mass of slick material hidden in her body to stretch between her fingers as it emerged from within her arm. ‘Gosh sophonts had the most delightful ideas when you let their imagination run wild with affini technology.’ The living mass coalesced into the inside of a serene mask.
“But doll, this is for your own good. What comes after you ask for help is not your choice, and it never was.”
Her hand grabbed the doll's face, letting the rubber pour over them in what started as a thick downpour and swiftly ended as the mass spilled out over the doll. The undifferentiated material swiftly began to spread across their writhing form. Their cries were muffled now but increasingly desperate.
Before long the entirety of their body became shrouded in gleaming porcelain white latex. Their joints were highlighted by denting seams which resembled hidden ball joints.
Conysciea squeezed snuggly around her doll until it was utterly impossible for it to move. Suddenly they went limp in her grip as though an unseen wire had been sheared and the dolls eyes blinked open lazily focusing on an invisible point lost in the infinite distance.
“Why, hello Marzipan my dearest doll,” Marzipans placid face stayed still but its eyes locked onto Conysciea’s,”We haven’t gotten to play lately and that’s a shame isn’t it.”
Marzipan nodded softly, her smooth lips giving way into a faint relaxed smile.
“Hmmm, why don’t we pay your dollhouse a visit.”
Conysciea carried her doll towards the antechamber which branched off her bedroom. It held her private entrance to the Grove she shared with some of her shipmates. The indicators marked it as empty, good. Conysciea let herself take a moment to soak up the delightful luxuries of science ship modularity as she stood in the entryway. The blur of branches stretched into and wove, the roots and vines rose. Organic masses flowed and in seconds the great open expanse of living equipment shifted.
Conysciea carried her doll towards the antechamber which branched off her bedroom. It held her private entrance to the Grove she shared with some of her shipmates. The indicators marked it as empty, good. Conysciea let herself take a moment to soak up the delightful luxuries of science ship modularity as she stood in the entryway. The blur of branches stretched into and wove, the roots and vines rose. Organic masses flowed and in seconds the great open expanse of living equipment shifted.
Wheat waved aimlessly under the impossibly curved blue horizon that wrapped around to kiss the opposite side of the field. A cylinder habitat made for the strangely out of place parody of a terran house sat in the middle of the fields all the more ridiculous. Grand but comedically so, pastel yellow walls, white pillars, and orange red terracotta roof tiles. A plantation style that had been dead even on Earth for a long time. But not in space.
It amused her to no end that this was the place her doll had chosen to play, even if it was a parody of that long hated place, it was odd to think she would ever want to return to any version of it. Humans were so delightfully queer in how they processed their trauma.
The doll hung limply in her arms. Its mask blank and empty, the glassy eyes concealing any touch of humanity underneath. Conysciea smiled knowing that was blatantly false as even with the latex coating and mask the doll was still warm to the touch.
It amused her to no end that this was the place her doll had chosen to play, even if it was a parody of that long hated place, it was odd to think she would ever want to return to any version of it. Humans were so delightfully queer in how they processed their trauma.
The doll hung limply in her arms. Its mask blank and empty, the glassy eyes concealing any touch of humanity underneath. Conysciea smiled knowing that was blatantly false as even with the latex coating and mask the doll was still warm to the touch.
Conysciea continued her journey now, departing down the short stretch of road that lay between her and the dollhouse.
“Hmm, my little doll Marzipan, what shall we get up to today?” She asked no one in particular. “It's been ages since I have had a tea party, though I suppose we could always play dress up till something feels right?”
The doll was happy to have its purpose fulfilled.
The doll was happy to have its purpose fulfilled.
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