Ivy had decided to give Helia the privilege of carrying her to the affini’s hab unit, lying contentedly in the affini’s vines as her boss carried her over to one of the nearby transit hubs. Normally, she’d protest viciously at this infringement on her proud independence, but… she hadn’t quite calmed down from the earlier teasing, much to her frustration. Helia’s words were still echoing around her head.

You give yourself to me. Freely.

Distantly, she noted that they’d boarded one of the trampods that circulated around the ship, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t even high yet, and yet she wanted Helia’s vines so badly. She wanted them wrapped around her neck, pinning her down, sliding inside of her. Despite herself, she rubbed her cheek against the mass of soft moss that coated Helia’s shoulders, before wrapping her legs around the vines of her waist and squeezing. God, that felt so good. It felt so fucking satisfying to have some hard, firm part of Helia presed up against her…

“Oh, your floret is so adorable!” cooed someone – an Affini – and Ivy was jerked out of her brief fantasy. This particular trampod was mostly empty, save for a couple of blissed-out florets running errands for her owners, but there was one other affini present. Apparently, she’d assumed Ivy was Helia’s sophont… much to her amusement, and Ivy’s moritification. “Look at her squirming up against you, savoring your touch! You must’ve dosed her up quite a bit!

“Yes,” Helia replied, a touch too quickly. “It’s a… new xenodrug.”

There was a pause, and it seemed like the curious affini might have wanted to ask a few more questions, but, thankfully, the hub they were travelling in chimed, and Helia quickly apologized as she stepped out, insisting that she had to get Ivy home before she got too restless. And then, a few quick steps later, they were inside, in the privacy of Helia’s hab unit, and Ivy was being carried into the bedroom and being lowered to a huge, oversized bed…

And then there was a pause. Helia had shifted the mass of plants and vines that made up most of her bulk, climbing atop Ivy. There was a silence as she studied the restless sophont for a few moments, a subtle smile on her face, one that only grew wider when Ivy impatiently groaned. “You look adorable,” she observed, with a slight grin on her face. A mass of vines that made up her hand had gently made its way up to gently caress her cheek, lowering down to the collar. “I’m gonna start kissing you, and drug you up with those kisses,” she explained, as she gently undid the top button of Ivy’s blouse. “So, before I do, anything you want to go over? Last-minute changes?”

Ivy thought for a few moments. “No. Just – make sure you enjoy it, okay? This is as much about you as it is about me.”

“I will, petal.” And then Helia’s lips were on hers, the subtle, sweet scent of her xenodrugs coating her lips… and Ivy could feel herself start to slip away.

It wasn’t a fast process, of course, and Helia made sure to draw it out as long as possible. It started, funnily enough, with a slight tingling sensation that trailed across her body, wherever Helia’s lips brushed over her skin. An electric, subtle sensation. She could imagine sparks trailing across her body with each kiss, leaving soft tendrils in her wake. Each kiss awoke a new set of nerves, making each brief, tentative contact with Helia all the more delightful. The sensation of something pressing against her thighs, gently parting them, followed by her blazer and blouse being gently unbuttoned and parted.

She wanted more. God, she wanted so much more. Desperately, she squirmed, struggling to lift her head to Helia’s lips, and was rewarded for her efforts with one slow, tender kiss as she sunk back into the mattress. “So needy, Ivy,” observed Helia, after a few moments. “You must’ve wanted this all day…”

“Yeah,” admitted Ivy, wrapping one leg around the literal tree trunk that was Helia’s thigh. “I was – I had a few fantasies while I was typing, I won’t lie. Eventually, I couldn’t focus, and decided I would…” She trailed off as she felt Helia’s thorns sinking into her neck, lightly laced with a fresh dose of Class-As. Coherent thought was becoming hard, let along coherent speech. She just wanted to give up, lie there and let Helia take care of her. Wouldn’t that be easy? She’d barely have to do anything.

Fighting the urge to be completely useless, Ivy lifted a hand, letting her fingers trail through the long yellow petals that made up Helia’s hair, her nails digging into the affini’s scalp when she found a particularly sensitive part of her neck to kiss.

“And I’m glad you did,” replied Helia, her voice warm – and even spiking a bit as Ivy’s nails dug in again. Gently, she removed Ivy’s hands from her hair, placing it to one side, and planting one last kiss to her neck. “Mmph. You’re gonna have to keep your hands to yourself, though, or I’ll find a use for them. It’s not my hair I want you playing with.”

The drugs were in full force, now, and Ivy found herself meekly nodding, letting her hand sink into the mattress. It felt like all of her was sinking into the mattress; there was nothing but softness all around, intermingled with the occasional, teasing touch of Helia, making her desperately, almost needily squirm.

God, she was wet. She could feel it dripping down the inside of her thigh, now. Even though she’d explored the benefits of her affini-enhanced transition in some detail – often with the help of her research group – she still couldn’t get over the ache that rose between her legs when things started to get overwhelming. That need to be filled; to feel something inside her, pressing against her. “Mmmph – want you –“

“You want me where?” teased Helia, pressing some of her vines up and between Ivy’s trembling legs, and letting out a subtle groan as she felt the sophont grind her hips up and against her, showing exactly where she wanted to be touched. “Oh, roots, Ivy. I can – I can taste you.”

A pause. Addled as she was, Ivy had to question that. “You can taste me?”

“It’s moisture, isn’t it?” joked Helia, slightly, as those vines gently pushed up and gently trailed over Ivy’s dripping folds – enough to tease, but not enough to give her exactly what she was craving. “I can drink it, just the same. And it tastes so fucking good, Ivy.” Leaning over, the affini slowly withdrew her teasing vines, lifting them up to the sophont’s lips. A second later, she realized what was happening, and gently kissed the tip, savoring the soft flavors splayed across it. There was the familiar taste of Helia, that was certain – a sweet, vaguely acidic flavor that coated every inch of her. But it was intermingled with the a delicate, subtle, tangy flavor that she slowly began to recognize. Her. “So wet,” observed Helia, quietly. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you?”

Ivy briefly let her fingers trail down, between her legs, and grinned slightly, almost drunkenly, as she let them trail over her clit. Oh, yes. She had been a very naughty girl. “Mmmhmm. What are you gonna do about it, Helia?”

For a moment, it looked like the Affini was going to respond, but she was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and the faint sound of leaves rustling as someone – two someones – made their way into the hab unit, and Ivy groaned, softly, as she felt the affini (her affini) withdraw her touch. “Ah. That’ll be Lilium and Lanci,” she observed, glancing down at the squirming, needy sophont on her bed as she straightened up.

“N-no. Don’t stop.”

“Shhh, Ivy. We’ll give you what you want. Soon.” Helia’s voice was followed by a few chuckles – chuckles she recognized as Lilum and Lanci’s.

“Sounds like you couldn’t wait.”

“Oh, if you’d seen her when she came into my office, all demure and needy… I don’t think you would have, either.” Ivy’s hand started to explore a touch more thoroughly between her legs, but as she started to tentatively slide one finger inside herself, seeing just how far she could get on her own, she felt her wrist being wrapped up in a vine and violently jerked away. “She looks so cute like that, doesn’t she? So desperate.”

“For us.”

“For us.”

Ivy let out a ragged, desperate groan as she squirmed on the bed, weakly throwing her body against the mattress. Judging by the scattered laughs she heard, her display of defiance was more adorable than anything else. Alright, then. If defiance wouldn’t work, she always had the second tool in her arsenal. “Please. Guys. I – I need you.”

“You need us?”

“Need you. Inside me. I want – I wanna be fucked.” She swallowed, licking her lips, and finally rolled over onto her side, evaluating the group. Three affini – all in shades of yellow, white, and blue – stood next to the bed, watching her squirm desperately with an amused expression on their faces. “By you. By all of you.”

There was a pause, and then an explosion of activity as she felt herself suddenly engulfed in a mass of leaves and vines, all the different scents flooding her senses. “Well, then, my dear,” said a voice, “who are we to deny such an earnest request?”