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I can barely feel my mouth fall open. Mistress has a piece of cooked bread in front of me, topped with garlic and a Terran fruit, apparently called ‘avocados.’ I probably won’t remember that.

Mistress has tried her hardest to not rely too hard on a low dose of Class Es mixed with some Class As while domesticating me, but my brain is too fucked up she just likes seeing me totally depend on her a bit too much to keep me off them. 

She saved my life. It’s been a few weeks since I was registered as her floret, and they’ve been the best weeks of my entire life. Especially with Mistress’ implant, I’ve been doing the best I ever have. I’ve been sleeping a lot more, and I’ve been a lot more tired, even accounting for the xenodrugs, which my Mistress says is most likely due to my brain still combatting the implant, even if I don’t want it to. It’s hard to believe that I ever viewed her as ‘Lilith.’ She’s just… Mistress.

I snap back to present moment; I can barely even realize that I was lost in my soup of synapses and neurons. 

Mistress has the piece of toast in my mouth. She taps my chin.

I bite down.

My taste buds melt. It’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten. 

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My body is shimmering. I feel so beautiful like this, surrounded by stars. I never had these types of dreams before Mistress claimed me. Just floating, swaddled by the cosmos, laughing at nothing in particular. Held together purely by incomprehensible dream logic, listening to a perfect song that I won’t remember. 

It’s a peculiar feeling.

I love it!

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My brain re-surfaces. I’ve been asleep for Some Amount of hours, and the last of my dreams slowly drain out of my memory. I giggle quietly, they’re always so poetic and emotional. My dream self is a far cry from my usual state, a drugged up pet. Mmm… I shudder in excitement just from thinking that word. The stars had apparently gifted me a new kink now that I was coming out of my depression.

I can’t help but think about what Mistress will do to me later. It makes me shudder again.

I let out a quiet squeak when I feel the bed underneath me shift, and I realize that I was just laying on Mistress’ vines. 

auwwwhwahaa!!!! She’s awake!!!

Mistress speaks with a slightly sleepy tone. “Hello, darling. Up already, are we?”

I try my best to hold in my excitement from just being able to talk with her, and look at her again. “Yes Mistress!!!” I say with a grin.

I make eye contact with her. Even with the low light in the room, I can feel my head start to swim as her eyes bore into me. I gasp lightly, which just ends up with me inhaling her scent deeper. 

I sway, and Mistress uses an errant vine to hold me up. It makes me blush.

She speaks again. “Mmm, eager, aren’t we?”

I can feel my thoughts start to evaporate. I’ve just woken up, but I can already start to feel myself overheat. Oh dear. If Mistress calls me that thing right now I don’t know how I’ll--

She bisects my thoughts. “What a cute puppy, and you’re all mine. It’s going to be so exciting making you whine today.”

I can feel my brain short-circuit. 

I come to, just a couple seconds later, whining and panting for my Mistress. I feel myself flush even deeper. I’m embarrassed that it hadn’t even taken her 2 minutes to reduce me to a mess. But in all honesty… that kind of adds to it.

I can feel Mistress petting me. I feel like a live wire, and I can’t help it as my eyes roll into the back of my head as I moan and squirm.

“Goodness, puppy. That was so quick! Are you that excited, or just desperate to be a cute, useless pet for me?”

I let out another helpless whine. The warmth in between my legs was steadily growing, but I know Mistress wouldn’t like it if I did anything about it without asking her.

I can’t help but stare into her eyes again. I can feel myself slip deeper. A glint flashes across them.

“Pet… would you like me to do That Thing?”

It takes me a moment to understand what Mistress means. Once I do, I can feel myself begin to overheat again. All I can do is let out a long whine.

Mistress’ mood shifts just slightly. I can feel myself start to sweat. I gently shake my head, shuffling my hair over to expose the side of my neck.

I can feel the noise in the world start to fade out. 

My focus darkens just slightly.

All I can see, or feel or sense is just Mistress.

I gaze up at her faux-grin.

She’s revealing two very large fangs.

The world goes quiet. All I can do is look up at her in complete adoration.

Complete devotion.

Almost faster than I can see, she plunges down. I can feel her fangs slide into my neck, and I let out a voiceless scream.

Ecstasy. 

I cum my fucking brains out.

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I slowly come to, brain still full of fog. 

Muhhh.

My senses slowly fade back in, and the first thing I notice is that I am now on the couch. 

The second is the beautiful smell.

I can hear Mistress humming in the kitchen, her voice sounding like a gentle breeze.

I shiver slightly as a notice the faint buzzing on my neck. Unbidden thoughts of my Mistress… claiming me… wash over me. I can’t help but flush and pant. 

I lay on the couch a minute longer and let the feelings slowly fade, before I hop up and bounce over to the kitchen.

Mistress can evidently sense me, and begins talking right as I cross the threshold “Well hello, my bouncy little puppy. How are you feeling?” 

I had just cooled down, but that didn’t stop me from blushing immediately. 

“Umm!!!!! I’m feeling pretty good Mistress, thank you for last.. night? Wait, how long was I asleep?”

“I’m glad, darling. And you were out after our little adventure for about five hours.”

As she says that, I can feel my stomach growl. Damn, I hadn’t eaten for a while. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe I don't deserve it  I should eat until I’m full to show Mistress how much I love her cooking!

I feel myself reel slightly. Even though it’s kind of disconcerting to feel your thoughts be written over in real time, it’s definitely my favorite feature of the implant (and it’s also pretty hot, which is a bonus). However, Even though the low dose of Class Es and As and the weekly therapy sessions I started a couple weeks ago are definitely helping, it’s still a fucking uphill battle to unlearn the caustic shit my brain had baked into its own neural pathways. Though with the implant, you at least didn’t have to be coiled all the time, trying to constantly identify and undo the shit you do and tell yourself.

Mistress can obviously feel my thought being overwritten, and pulls me into an embrace.

“Oh, sweetie. I love you so much. You are doing amazing, and you’ve been fighting against it so hard. I’m so proud of you.”

I can feel my heart well up. It never meant anything to me to hear those words before, but hearing Mistress say them makes me almost want to cry. 

I squeeze her tightly, and say “I love you too. I love you so much. I got so lucky with being your floret.”

Mistress lets out a breezy, flowery laugh. “Luck has nothing to do with it, baby. It was always inevitable. You were a little pet, caught in my web. You just didn’t know it yet.”

That does it. I can feel my face get hot, as tears spill out of my eyes. I don't feel like I deserve this am Mistress’, and she loves me infinitely and boundlessly. I am worth her love, and I am worth the space I take up. 

That just makes me cry harder.

Mistress holds me. “I love you so much, my sweet floret. You have fought and struggled to stay afloat for so long, and you did it. You did it. And you’re here. You did it, and you made it here.”

She holds me for a while longer, before she starts to speak again. “And I’m sorry. I should have noticed. I should have noticed how badly you were hurting, and I am sorry.”

I start laughing through my tears, before I look up at her with a lopsided grin. I speak through sobs and a stuffy nose; “I guess that just goes to show that I’m a phenomenal actor, huh?”

Mistress laughs softly, a comforting breeze. 

I’m glad I made her laugh.

I cry for a few more minutes, until it subsides into gasps and hiccups. 

Mistress grabs a tissue. “Here you are, darling. Now I’m completely certain that you’re hungry and thirsty, what say we get you some food?” she says with a grin.

I can’t help but stare up at her fangs. I rationally know that they’re just autoinjectors, but they look really real. They always make me shudder; I love them. But right now, I’m too tired to even entertain those thoughts. I respond “Yes, I would.. really really like that. Thank you.”

Without another word, Mistress whisks me away into the kitchen, and sets me down at the table. 

From there, I lose myself in the routine of Mistress using gesture training to feed me. It always makes me a feel a little ditzy, and it’s the best. 

As I finish up my meal, I can’t help but gaze at Mistress. I feel terrible that I can't be better for her, and that she lost the floret lottery have tried my best and done well, and that Mistress loves me very much.

Mistress gives me another gentle smile. I know she knows, and she knows that I know she knows.

I love her so much.