Cherry Flavored Memories

Interlude I - Loretta's Dream

by TheMothCourt

Tags: #cw:noncon #D/s #dom:female #f/f #humiliation #pov:bottom #sub:female #bondage #dom:internalized_imperialism #dom:plant #drugs #exhibitionism #Human_Domestication_Guide #hurt/comfort #medical_play #pov:top #sadomasochism #scifi

Suprise! Double post today.

Loretta was flying. Actually flying! She felt the wind flow over her full body fuzz, the moon casting itself down onto her white little moth body. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t done this sooner because Fluffy was holding out on her. She weaved and bobbed between the trees as she tried to find herself a meal. Fed off the nectar of pretty flowers, and she followed her antennae towards an absolutely wonderful scent.

She fluttered along until she found it, a cherry tree! A wonderful one, too, so full and alive with cherry blossoms she could feed from. She fluttered up to the tree, extending her tongue for a meal before she felt something grab her. She let out a yelp as she was plucked from the sky by a woman twice her size with a predatory gaze in her eyes.

“Oh, what do we have here? A little moth looking to feed from my nectar?” The creature said, pulling Loretta into a deep hug. 

Loretta’s face was buried into her chest, allowing the moth to take in the absolutely wonderful smell she had been chasing. The smell caused all the little moth's worries about being captured to float away from her and warmth to begin to build in her chest.

“Well, I might let you, but you have to do something for me first. Does that sound fair to you?” The plant asked, causing Loretta to nod profusely.

“Well, I’ll let you drink my nectar if you let me use you like the cute little pollinator you are. You’ll spread my pollen to all the other pretty plants. We will feed you, keep you safe, and loved; all you need to do is fly around and spread our pollen. Does that sound like a good deal to you, little one?”

Loretta nodded again. “Y-yes, please. H-hungry… hot…”

The warmth only continued to build inside Loretta until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her mind wanted nothing more than for this plant to use her however she wanted, to be pinned down and ruined like a good little moth.

Luckily her desires were soon filled as the plant’s vines wrapped around her arms, legs, and hips and pinned her to the ground beneath her. Loretta moaned in response, her breathing picking up to a fevered pace.

“Oh, somebody is eager, aren’t we?” The plant said, leaning down over Loretta and forcing them to make eye contact.

“Y-yes, mistress.” The moth replied.

“Oh? Mistress hmmm? Well, I should reward that, shouldn’t I?” The plant said, revealing a little needle embedded in a pink-tipped flower,

“This, my dear, is filled with a little something that will turn you into a horny, quivering mess. You will want nothing more than for me to touch you, use you, fuck you until you pass out from exhaustion. Does that excite you little one?”

Loretta moaned, nodding. The plant chuckled in response and then wrapped something around the Moth’s neck, attaching it with a click. It was a collar.

“Well, we wouldn’t want you to forget who you belong to, would we?”

“N-no, mistress.”

“Good girl~,” The plant said, patting the moth on the head before injecting her in the thigh with the needle.

The moth felt a searing heat spread from the injection site, slowly spreading up into her body. Wherever the heat went, the mere act of contact with the plant above her made her into a writhing wreck… soon it reached her neck, where the collar became seared into her mind from its contact. Finally, it reached her mind, and every thought became dominated by the plant before her.

The plant smiled. “Now, pet, beg. Tell me what you want and how much you want it~, and don’t try to keep secrets from me. I know just how depraved you moths really are~.”

She moaned, squirming against the vines and pinning her down, trying to get any bit of pleasure out of the ordeal. However, her mistress's words burned into her mind, an order that felt more important than even her most basal instincts.

“M-mistress, please, fuck me, touch me, squeeze me, ruin me, make me into your horny little moth pet who does nothing but spread your pollen around night just so you can do this to me all over again!” She said before moaning.

The plant smirked, leaning down. “That’s a good girl~”

Soon, vines began to snake all over the moth's body, every touch feeling like pure ecstasy. They snaked around her small breasts, they slithered around her thighs, and one slowly squirmed itself into the moth’s needy cunt.

The moth tried to moan, but as soon as her mouth was open, a vine shoved itself into her mouth, drip-feeding her the wonderful nectar she so desperately desired. Every inch of her body soon exploded in pleasure as the moth wriggled and writhed. Every single vine around her began to cake the moth in a fine yellow powder that she knew to be mistress’ pollen.

It stuck to her hair, and it also smelled delightful. Loretta was being reduced to nothing more than mistress’ needy pollinator, and she loved it. She loved being debased like this. She loved being used like this. Just anybody could wander into this clearing and watch and see just how much she loved this, how needy she was for her mistress’ attentions.

She came, once twice, three times, and soon, she began to lose count as her mind emptied of any ability to think beyond the pleasure she was receiving, and she loved it. She was in heaven. She didn’t want to think about looking for food. The freedom of the sky she had so cherished just hours prior melted away. She didn’t need agency, she didn’t need freedom, she needed to be safely wrapped in Mistress’ vines used as her little pollinating-

* * *

Loretta woke up, her heart beating rapidly enough that her collar was beeping yellow. She looked down at herself and found it was her same frail human body, not the beautiful fuzzy moth she felt it was supposed to be. She wasn’t surrounded by plant vines. She was wrapped up in sheets with Fluffy in her arms.

Why did she have that dream? Why did it feel so right?

Loretta shoved those thoughts out of her head and went back to sleep, she could process those feelings later, but one word still rang through her mind. Mistress.

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