Loretta woke up again with a slight headache and Fluffy in her arms. It took her a moment to process what had just happened to her. She was on an Affini ship. She had been drugged by the collar stuck on her, and she was being taken care of by a very frustratingly hot affini by the name of Cherry. Right.

Loretta supposed the first thing to do was climb out of bed and explore her room. It took a moment for her to figure out how to get out of the tightly bound covers, but she eventually got herself free and put her feet onto the soft carpet. She stretched her arms and grabbed fluffy before reaching the ridiculously large door. She did suppose this was normal for the 12-foot tall affini.

As she approached the door, it opened, and she was immediately bombarded with the smell of fresh bacon and the sound of sizzling in the corner. She heard the same melodic voice humming a song she had never heard, and as she rounded the corner and entered the combined living room/kitchen area, she was once again floored by how stunningly beautiful the affini was.

Loretta felt it was completely unfair that the plants got to be that absolutely hot while she was stuck looking like a mostly passing trans woman who had to work hard to look good. Luckily she had managed to ration her HRT well over the past 8 months of hell stuck on the Rings of Saturn and managed to avoid the fate of some other girls she vaguely knew.

However, soon her time quietly watching the affini came to a close as the damn weed noticed her. “Oh! You’re awake! I decided to make breakfast for you since I took off work to take you to your vet appointment and to show you around the ship.”

The smell of the bacon was absolutely entrancing. It had never smelt so… real to her before. Usually, the bacon she was accustomed to smelling vaguely of cheap chemicals and preservatives, almost all of them extremely carcinogenic. This genuinely smelled good, not in the acquired taste way, either. Loretta looked at the high stool next to the counter and struggled to climb up it, only to be helped by the Affini.

Accompanying the bacon was a Belgian waffle iron, making a small pile of thick and fluffy waffles. This was then accompanied by a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top, which led to the human’s mouth watering just a bit. Not that Loretta would tell the affini.

“I looked through your purchase records, and this, in particular, seems to be a favorite of yours. You spent quite a lot of time at a particular maid cafe in college.”

Oh no. She knew about that. “Uh… I uh, I-i  swear it’s not what you think.”

“Oh? So you aren’t a desperate little lesbian who would go there, order waffles, then stare nervously at the pretty girls while imagining yourself in the maid outfit?”

Loretta blushed. How did she have her pegged so quickly? “I uh… maybe?”

“Definitely not imagining yourself as said maids submissive noble lady, getting bent over the table and-”

“PLEASE STOP!” Loretta replied, letting out a cute squeak.

Why did they have to look through her search history? Yes, she may have had a slight addiction to lesbian erotica, and yes, she was hopelessly gay, but having it spelled out so clearly like this made her heart flutter in ways she definitely did not need towards somebody she couldn’t exactly trust.

The plant chuckled before putting the food on the counter... “Ok, cutie, I promise I won’t bully you for your helpless homosexuality.”

Loretta blushed, looking down at her food and eating to avoid making eye contact. Why did this woman have to bully her so much? Did she do something wrong? Why were these waffles so good? Were all affini good at cooking? This had to be a trick, right? She couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow the Affini Compact propaganda was correct, that they really were just here to take care of us.

Not that she wanted to be a pet. She definitely didn’t want that, not one bit. She thought of herself held by Cherry on a leash and immediately banished that thought from her mind because it definitely didn’t make her feel butterflies in her stomach. She was stronger than that. She would not get on her knees and beg for this sexy plant to take her and-

“Petal, are you ok? You are extremely red right now.”

“I-i’m fine!” She said, beginning to shove food down her mouth to avoid having to think any more gay thoughts. Her collar began to blink yellow and beeped as she ate, reminding her that she needed to calm down.

The ice cream quickly helped calm her nerves as she took deep breaths, finally collecting herself enough to finish her meal. She then looked up at the plant, a slight blush on her face from the plant’s amused glare, and smiled.

“T-thank you for the m-meal.” She replied.

“Well, I appreciate it. So polite already~.” The plant said, approaching her. “Now, we need to start getting you ready for your vet’s appointment, which means a bath, brushing your teeth, and getting you dressed.

“R-right, I’ll go and do all that immediately!” She said, dropping to the floor.

“Oh no, cutie, I’m going to be helping you~. It would be a shame if you hurt yourself~” The plant said with a predatory grin.

Oh no… the sexy plant lady was going to bathe her, force her to… oh no oh no oh no oh no.

“P-please don’t? I'll be alright, I promise.” She said, pleading.

“Nope. Why don’t you leave Fluffy over on the couch, and then we can go take a bath~. You don’t have a choice, dear. This is for your own good.”

“F-for my own good, huh?” Loretta said before letting out a squeak under the plant's predatory gaze.

She ran over to the couch, placing Fluffy upon it, before scurrying off to the bathroom. The damn weed was not far behind her.

Once Loretta was in the bathroom, the plant wrapped a few vines around her waist, smiling brightly, before beginning to strip the girl out of her naval uniform. Buttons were undone, exposing the girl's modest chest, and then the pants, and then the panties, all the while vines ran over her body, touching every stars damned sensitive area the poor girl had.

She shivered and let out a moan, her face bright red. Next, the collar came off, exposing her sensitive neck, then the cuffs on both her hands and ankles. Next, she was picked up and lowered into the now-filled bath, Cherry clearly having asked for it to be filled at some point. Loretta’s face was bright red at the very casual handling, and she squirmed a bit as she was lowered into the plant's lap. She was far too gay for this, far far far far too gay for this.

She received almost no reprieve as the plant woman immediately poured the soap into her hands and began running them over Loretta’s body. She finally realized that she was very touch starved as every touch sent a jolt of pleasure down her spine, leading her to moan and lean into the plant.

Any thought of resistance she might have had was evaporated away as the plant woman bathed her; she wasn’t even on any of those xenodrugs, at least she didn’t think she was, but every touch was still absolutely wonderful. She began gasping for air as the plant squeezed, squished, and groped her, her mind lost in a sea of pleasure.

Soon she felt shampoo being put in her hair, and she melted even further into the plant behind her. Her arms began reaching for any sort of support and comfort, however, she only found a large thick vine with which to grab desperately.

Eventually, however, the bath ended, and Loretta was left limp and panting. She felt herself be pulled out of the bath and forcibly dried off before being led over to the counter.

“Time to brush your teeth, dear~” Cherry said with a grin, which Loretta looked up, barely registering in the girl's submissive daze.

Soon she felt a vine being shoved into her mouth and the minty flavor spreading over it. She moaned once again, her mind having fallen deep into subspace by this point. All of her thoughts lead her in the direction of being obedient toward the one touching her. Every single sensation sends more and more pleasure into her mind.

Soon the brushing was done, and Cherry held Loretta over the sink. “Spit~”

Loretta did as instructed, earning her a very enthusiastic “Good girl!”

Loretta moaned in response as she was brought over to a wardrobe. She was collared and cuffed once more, causing her to moan again, melting further into the plant's vines. As she was being dressed, she couldn’t help but feel entranced by the plant's rhythm. Everything shared it, from the sound of her voice to the swaying of her vines, to the cycles of heat and cold that emanated from the Affini. There was always more to the pattern, always more to see…

“All done!” Cherry said, and Loretta snapped out of it, her face bright red.

“H-huh? I-i uh…” Loretta tried to speak but couldn’t find the words.

Stars, that was hot. Why did she let that happen to her? Why couldn’t she think of anything else? All she could think about was just how easily she had been broken down into a needy submissive mess by just a teensy bit of pressure. She didn’t want to think about it. She just wanted to get this over with so she could get back to her life. 

Loretta stewed in these thoughts until she heard a click around her collar. She looked down and saw that she was, in fact, on a leash. Loretta’s collar began beeping yellow, then red as she let out a soft squeak, looking up at Cherry.

“I-is this really n-n-necessary?” She asked,

“Yes! We wouldn’t want you getting lost, cutie!” Cherry said. Her tone implied ignorance, but her gaze and smile proved otherwise.

Loretta felt her mind slip towards that comfortable subspace, that place where she didn’t have to think about anything but pleasing the person in front of her… The beeping on her collar slowed down, but she bit her tongue and snapped herself out of it.

“O-ok…” Loretta said. “L-lets go.”

Cherry patted her on the head and handed her Fluffy. “Wouldn’t want to forget your friend~”

Loretta looked down at the plush, blushing further. “I-i can’t believe I almost forgot her, T-thank you.”

“No problem at all~.” Cherry replied before leading the two out of the door.

* * *

The walk over had been nothing short of a disaster. Loretta only realized what it was she was actually wearing once she was outside of the hab. She looked like Cherry’s pet. The only distinction between her and them was that she didn’t look dazed out of her mind, but she was almost certain that would change soon. 

Loretta was certain that she had to do something. The way she just melted for Cherry was unacceptable. If she didn’t get her act together, she was going to end up being made into a pet by the end of the week. Even worse, Loretta could see herself begging for it. She saw herself in her cute little outfit, on her knees before Cherry, begging to be turned into a cute obedient pet…

AGH. Nonono, she couldn’t let that happen. She could not let that happen. She couldn’t believe Cherry had her pegged already. She merely blushed and nuzzled into Fluffy. She couldn’t let herself get turned into a pet. There was a part of her that would love it, revel in it, that wanted nothing more but to slip into subspace forever and let herself be taken care of, but she had just gotten her agency back. She couldn’t let it be taken from her so easily. She absolutely couldn’t. Lack of agency is what got her stuck on the Rings of Saturn. Somebody had tried to hurt Fluffy… she couldn’t.

However, it seemed the walk had ended as they entered what looked like a quaint little waiting room. Loretta assumed the Affini was paying for whatever medical treatment she was getting, so she didn’t worry too much, though, with this much extravagance, she was pretty sure the Affini propaganda’s claims of post-scarcity were almost certainly correct.

Cherry walked up to the reception desk, where a pretty Affini with purple petals for hair sat.

“Hello, we’re here for an appointment for Loretta Pritchard?” Cherry said.

“Oh! The doctor is all ready for you, cuties, head on back to room 4.”

Cherry nodded and led Loretta along. Loretta herself was trying to avoid the adoring smile she got from the Affini. In fact, almost every Affini they came across thought she was cute. Could they tell that she wanted this? That she thought this was hot? Would they force her to be domesticated just because she liked the thought? She couldn’t. It was impossible. She couldn’t be domesticated.

The doctor was a relatively short affini, a plant that looked vaguely like honeysuckle across their sides. They smiled as the two entered, Cherry, helping Loretta onto the table.

“Hello there, I’m Lonicera Viridian, they/them, and I’m going to be your vet today.”

Vet, right. Loretta hid behind Fluffy but nodded, trying to put the thoughts of Cherry pinning her down to the table and t-. NOPE, no more of those thoughts.

“So, I looked through your medical history already, but Cherry says that you may be suffering from symptoms of PTSD. Would you mind elaborating on those, Loretta?”

Loretta squeezed Fluffy, looking up at the doctor. “W-well, I uh… I don’t remember much about my time on the Rings of Saturn, but uh… whenever I think about it, I feel like I should remember, but thinking about it makes me freak out a bit inside. I also don’t like it if anyone takes Fluffy from me, and I need to bring them everywhere….”

“Well, that would line up with severe trauma. Now, I don’t know if you would be ok with them, but Xenodrugs could definitely help you here. Class Gs would help you move your transition along better than your old hormones could, fixing your recorded genital dysphoria and height dysphoria. Second, Class Es would definitely help you with your anxiety, while class Cs would help you learn to trust people again. Now there would be a few side effects, but far fewer than the equivalent Terran treatment, and those bad thoughts would be right out of your head.”

Loretta looked up. “R-really? Just like that?”

“Yep!”

Loretta looked down at Fluffy, taking deep breaths. “O-ok, sure.”

“Wow, no fight at all. That’s very abnormal from former Feralists.”

“I wasn’t one willingly.” Loretta replied.

“Of course not. Now I am going to give your prescriptions to Miss Adaira, and you should be good to go.” The doctor said.

Loretta felt like she was missing something here as if this was some sort of test, but she shook it out of her head. Cherry would handle it. She didn’t have to worry about medications anymore. Hopefully, they wouldn’t take it as a sign she wanted to be domesticated. Which she definitely didn’t want. Nope, not at all.

“Now, I’m going to give you the first dose. This may make you a bit sleepy the first time, but I promise you will suffer no such effects later on.”

Loretta nodded, and soon she felt a prick, warmth flooding throughout her body, making her a bit woozy. Cherry picked her up into an embrace that the sleepy Loretta didn’t mind at all. Soon she was out like a light.