Like every day, Piper awoke in her Mistress’s vines, held tight against Her chest. It was how Piper preferred to sleep: safe and comfortable in the vines of the person she loved most, lulled by the soothing song which radiated from Her core. She always slept soundly. Her dreams were always pleasant. Still, morning would always come in the end, not that Piper ever concerned herself over such things. If Piper needed to awaken, Mistress would see to it. Otherwise, she could enjoy the luxuriant comfort of lying half-asleep in a warm, soft bed with her Beloved. Her Mistress; her Safety; her Comfort; her Home. Piper shut her eyes, and drifted. 

Fresh, crisp awareness touched her consciousness; it caressed Piper’s mindscape, finding and coaxing out awareness, alertness, excitement for another new day. In turn, a cool, gentle breeze brushed away the lingering fog of sleep. It felt like Mistress, smelled like Her, sounded and tasted like Her. Piper smiled, her eyelids fluttering open as she rolled onto her belly and gazed up at her Owner. Eryn watched over her. A quiet, tender look of happiness had found its way to Her face. This was a unique sort of morning happiness. It meandered. It crept. It stretched, and climbed upward beside wakefulness to face the day. 

And stars, she was so fucking pretty. Damn the sunrise. Damn every sunrise. Every simulated one, every natural one, every painting and poem and photograph: Piper had a Star of her own, and Mistress rose with more beauty than all the rest combined. Best of all, her Sunrise never ended; She never faded. Piper could stare at Her as long and as often as she wished. And despite Her brilliance, She would never blind, or burn to look upon. 

Vines reached outward to visit delight upon Piper’s flesh. Wherever Mistress touched, She ignited bright, delicious pleasure. Every nerve She found perked up, lept and danced with electric joy. Piper moaned; she nuzzled her face into the soft warmth of Eryn’s chest, and Mistress graced Piper with the loveliest sound in the whole universe: Her voice. She laughed, then cooed and fawned over her beloved pet. Each murmur reverberated through Her vines in a slow, gentle roll. They enveloped Piper, embraced her. Piper happily sank, as the vibration from Mistress’ susurrations caressed her from head to toe. 

“Such a good girl,” Mistress purred. “Did you sleep well, my darling?” Every syllable surrounded Piper, spelled love and pleasure across her soft, sensitive skin. 

“Good morning Mistress. I always sleep well,” Piper answered, tracing a finger along one of Her vines. 

“That doesn’t mean I’m not happy to hear it every time, my love,” She mused. 

Piper rolled her eyes, even as she blushed. She stretched, then sat up and rearranged herself in perfect sync with her Owner, leaving her perched on Eryn’s lap, held safe and close. “What’s on the docket today, Miss?”

“Have you forgotten already, my love? Or just lost count of the days?” A stray vine snaked up under Eryn’s nightshirt. Mistress traced her way upward along Piper’s belly, stopped briefly to caress her breasts—which the Class-Gs had done wonders for—and continued upward to end in a loose, but possessive curl around Piper’s neck. After a bout of moaning, Piper blushed, squirmed, and attempted to look away; she failed. Instead, Mistress curled the vine still wrapped around Piper’s neck up under her chin, stroking her and easing her gaze back into those captivating eyes. “Answer me, petal.” She spoke, and Piper obeyed.

“I um, I’m sorry Miss, I don’t remember.”

“It’s okay, petal. You’ve done nothing wrong,” she soothed. A dreamy smile crossed Piper’s face, and she nodded. 

“Thank You, Mistress.”

“Always, little one,” she whispered. “As for your schedule, you have your date with Emmie today, remember?”

No actually, Piper did not remember. “No actually, I don’t remember. You mean like, Emmie Emmie? The girl who helps her Mistress at the bakery You like to take me to? The girl I told You I had a crush on? You just—You set up a date for me with her without telling me? And—wait—does this mean she knows I like her?” Her cheeks were reddening by the second, until finally, Piper plopped forward against Mistress’ chest, burying her face in embarrassment. Unfortunately, hiding her face did nothing to hide how hard she was. “Y-You’re doing the humiliation thing again, aren’t You?”

“‘The humiliation thing?’” Mistress giggled, seizing Piper by the chin and forcing her to meet Her gaze. She grinned, showing a few too many pointed teeth. “You mean the thing where you, Piper, my darling little pet, think it’s hot when I embarrass you?” If Eryn expected a verbal response beyond a little squeak, She wasn’t getting one. She sighed, and shook her head. “No, darling—at least—not deliberately. Do you… really not remember me telling you about this?”  

Piper tried to shake her head, but was heald firmly in place; she bit her lip, and pulled herself together. “I really don’t!” she insisted. "And I think I’d remember. I mean, just look at how I reacted to finding out.”

Looking increasingly perplexed and taken aback, Eryn opened and shut her mouth a few times, before shrugging, and giving a sheepish grin. "You know, I think in that case I might have forgotten to tell you. I’m sorry, darling. Is learning about this last minute too overwhelming for you? Do you need me to cancel?”

“N-no!” Piper stammered. “I mean, I guess maybe it’s a little overwhelming but also if she really wants to go out with me then…”

“Of course she does,” Mistress reassured. “I talked to Emmie’s owner about it last week and apparently, that night when she told Emmie about the date, Emmie was delighted. She’s apparently had her eye on you for about as long as you’ve had yours on her.”

“Then I wanna go!” Piper insisted. “And… um… thank You for setting this up, Miss.”

“You’re welcome, my love.” Eryn ruffled Piper’s hair. “In that case, I’ll drop you off at their hab after we get ourselves ready for the day.”

With an eager nod, Piper nestled in closer to her Owner’s embrace, and gazed up at Her. “And what about You, Mistress? What are You doing today?” 

A hint of anxiety danced across Eryn’s face, which She quickly snuffed. She couldn’t hide Her feelings though; even if Piper didn’t see them, she felt them. “I have a busy day today, lots of obligations to deal with. Things I’ve been putting off so I could focus on making your first couple of months under my care as wonderful as possible. It’s nothing too big: a bit of paperwork, some meetings with colleagues, a medical appointment, things like that.” As she traced a vine along Piper’s cheek, Mistress pulled a stern, but affectionate face. “Now pet, I see the way you’re looking at me. I know what you’re thinking. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

Narrowing her eyes, Piper crossed her arms, and pouted up at her Owner. “Just okay, Mistress?”

“Petal…” 

“Do I need to remind You of the stipulation in my contract?” Piper chided. 

“Darling I—”

“In the event that Eryngium Soetis, Second Bloom does not take adequate care of Her mental and emotional health, or makes any attempt to conceal or devalue Her needs on the basis of ‘pride’ or ‘self-sacrifice,’ Piper Soetis, First Floret will be given full license to collaborate with one Bramble Rubus, Third Bloom, in the mass release and distribution of information regarding Eryngium’s most embarrassing secret.”  

There was a long silence, then a groan. “Fine, flower. Maybe, just maybe, I’m feeling a little bit anxious about this. Maybe I’m dreading it a bit.” 

“Would You feel better if I came with You instead of going on this date?” Piper asked.

“Darling, you should go on the date!” Mistress insisted. “You want to go and Emmie will be sad if—”

“Emmie is a floret. She’ll understand.” When that didn’t seem to settle the matter for Eryn, Piper sighed. Despite Eryn’s experience in Piper’s body, and despite how smart and perfect She was, there were still some things about being a floret Mistress would never really understand. “You would do anything for me, right Miss?” Eryn nodded. “So, do You think that just because I’m less capable than You, that I wouldn’t do anything within my power to help You as well? I doubt there’s a single floret in the universe who wouldn’t happily cancel a date to ensure their owner was happy. Besides, if Emmie is sad, her owner can fix that.” 

Mistress froze, then stammered for a bit, and blushed. “But… darling, it’s different. I’m your owner, it’s my job to care for you. Your job is to be cared for. You shouldn’t sacrifice your happiness for me. I don’t want to subject you to all this boredom when you could be on a fun date.”

Again, Piper sighed, rolling her eyes. “Mistress, come on. The emotional support thing is a two way street. And You know as well as I do that spending a day blissed out on xenodrugs, wrapped up in Your vines, napping and cuddling with You while You go about Your business would be a perfectly lovely day for me. Especially if that came with the knowledge that I was helping You. If You would feel better having me around, then I want to help You, or do I have to invoke the next stipulation in our contract?”

Defeated, Eryn threw up her vines. “Fine, fine! I’ll take you with me, my love.” She brushed a vine along Piper’s cheek, before pulling her in for a tight hug, which Piper happily returned. “And… thank you.”

“Of course, Mistress,” Piper replied. 

Keeping Her pet wrapped tight within in Her vines, Mistress lifted Piper up, and held her aloft. A mischievous smirk played across Her lips. “That being said, if we are going out, my love, I’ll need to do something about how ‘excited’ you are. I can’t exactly go into respectable places while my silly little pet is pitching a tent in her dress and soaking her pretty panties.”

Piper shivered, and squirmed in place, looking away. “I um—I know I don’t know nearly as much about affini as You do, Miss, but I have a hard time believing that?”  

Huffing, Mistress formed a pair of arms, just to petulantly fold them. “Fine, you might be correct, little one. I doubt anyone will mind one bit. If anything they'll find it cute.. In that case, maybe I shouldn’t take care of it at all. Maybe I’ll keep you like that, hold you close in my vines and edge you all day while you squirm and moan and squeak into my chest. I wonder how big a stain you’ll have by the end?” Mistress slid a vine against Piper’s panties, tracing a light path along her throbbing girlcock. Piper moaned, and attempted to buck in place, only to find herself too tightly restrained. Instead, all she managed was a needy twitch. Mistress smirked. “You know what? I think I like this idea better. Let’s go, little one, lots to do today.” With that, Mistress stood from the bed, pulled Piper into a close hug, and set out to make Herself, and Her darling, beloved pet ready for another day.