Dog of War

They took the vine to help keep steady, and Miss Verdun lead them out of the hab. The walk to Daisy's was quick- the two hab units were separated by a gap no bigger than the common area. They only had to lean into support of the vine once before they stood in front of the door. It slid open, revealing Miss Dawnbloom in her full multicolored fluorescence glory. 

 

"Ah, there you are!" She instantly embraced Miss Verdun, the two hugging with a force that could shatter bone. "I was worried something might have happened, but I knew you would have it handled, dear. Come in, come in!" She stepped aside. "Daisy has been practically bouncing off the ceilings waiting for you, Princess!" 

 

They felt a small niggling need to correct her that it was 'walls' not 'ceilings' as they followed Miss Verdun inside. "I've been curious as to what exactly we'll be-" 

 

"BESTIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" A familiar voice squealed. They turned just in time to see Miss Dawnbloom intercept a pouncing Daisy, who broke into a fit of giggles and snorts as she was lifted up and turned around to face her Affini. 

 

"Princess isn't steady enough for that, petal," the Affini playfully chided.

 

"O-kayyy." Daisy was then lowered back down in front of them, gasping as she took them in. "Princess your hair! It's so cute! A crown braid really suits you~ Oh! and I like your outfit! We're like twinsies!"

 

They brushed a hand through their hair, its silky softness tickling against their fingers. "Uhm, thanks, Miss Verdun did it."

 

Daisy cocked her to the side. "The outfit or the hair?"

 

They felt their cheeks turn a light pink. "B-both." 

 

A smug grin grew ever wider on Daisy's face. "Ehehehehehhh, figured." She turned her head to face Miss Verdun. "She's really cute, Miss!"

 

The Affini smiled, stroking a vine through the pet's hair. "Thank you, little one. I think she looks absolutely adorable, too." 

 

"Oh, she's just utterly precious!" Miss Dawnbloom joined in, and they felt their cheeks shift from pink to red. 

 

"A-anyways," they stammered, desperate to regain control, "I'm supposed to help you in the garden?" 

 

Daisy thankfully leapt on the subject change immediately. "Yah! We're gonna be digging some stuff up and repotting it!"

 

"I have a few errands to do," Miss Verdun announced. "Cordelia also has your xenodrugs, so if you need more Es just ask her. Of course, if you need me, Princess, I'll be back here as soon as possible."

 

"Yes, I'll be checking in on you from time to time to make sure you're doing alright," the other Affini added.

 

"I'll keep that in mind." Hopefully with Miss Verdun away they could reclaim some semblance of normal thought. Holding it together for a few hours couldn't be that hard if they were gonna be busy. 

 

The two Affini exchanged a look they couldn't place. "Right," Miss Verdun looked back down at them, "just try to remember you can ask for help with any thing, okay?"

 

Oh this was definitely a test. "Understood."The Affini exchanged another look. There was certainly some communication they were missing. 

 

This time, it was Miss Dawnbloom that spoke. "Flower, why don't you take Princess and show her what she'll be doing? I'll be along shortly. And don't forget to be careful with her!" 

 

"Okay!" Daisy cheered, taking their hand and gently pulling them along. "C'mon, Princess!" They gently squeezed her hand back as they were led into the garden. Careful... They were the ones that had to be careful with Daisy. Bones broke so easily one might think they were made for it. 

 

The garden was just coming out of its dawn, the sky between a morning glow and the glory of day. The aroma wafting through the air was stronger than usual as dew still clung to everything. They were led near the base of the hill, where the gently cascading waterfall became the creek that ran through the rest of the garden. There was a modest bed of striking flowers on either side of the falls. The flowers had six petals, the edges of which were white while reddish-pink colored the insides, a few long filaments poking out. A wheelbarrow sat next to the bed, containing a collection of pots, trowels, gloves, and more. A proper shovel rested between the handles. 

 

"So uhhh, we're gonna be repotting all of these!" Daisy motioned at the two patches. "And filling in the dirt! You'll be digging and putting them in the pots, and I'll make sure they're nice and settled there!" 

 

Digging was a good way to work out; better than walking at least. They tugged on the gloves, "Sounds good to me. Any reason why you want to get rid of them?" 

 

Daisy cocked her head. "Get rid of them? We're gonna replant them outside during the flower festival, silly!"

 

"Sorry, never heard of that." 

 

"Yeah it's kinda new- it's only been going on about a year. This is the fifth or sixth one I think? Maybe seventh." She shrugged. "Whatever. Basically, every few months a buncha people get together in the Affini district and have a small festival with booths n' junk and then we all plant flowers cuz they didn't have any before! I've gone to two of 'em, they're really fun!"

 

A day where the streets were busy and crowded?

 

This is what we've been looking for!

 

It would be much easier to slip away and get lost in the commotion, and crowds would also slow down any pursuit. Given it was in the Affini district, they could maybe even convince Miss Verdun to let them attend with Daisy unsupervised, perhaps by pushing her to spend some time with Miss Dawnbloom. "When is it?" 

 

"Oh, Uhm," Daisy furrowed her brow, tapping her foot. "Sorry, I can't remember exactly. A few days? Mistress knows, you should ask her!" She brightened, taking their hand up again, this time with both of hers. "I'd love to go with you, of course!" 

 

Memories of last night returned- Daisy's confession of liking them a lot, the first kiss, and the second, and the third. "I- uh-" 

 

We should lean into this, right? 

 

It would help them be able to convince Miss Verdun that they could go out with just Daisy if they were 'dating.' Or failing that, that they weren't about to run away. "That sounds..." Their eyes settled on her collar, a reminder of the cost of making a mistake. The cost of staying. "...nice." 

 

"I think that's a wonderful idea!" Miss Dawnbloom's voice heralded her arrival. "Camila just left, but I'm sure she'll agree." 

 

"Mistress!!!" Daisy leapt onto her owner in a way that would make someone less informed guess they had spent days apart, not minutes. 

 

The Affini lavished her pet with attention as she caught her, vines scratching and patting everywhere. They felt that warm tingle throughout their body again. "Hello, cutie." She glanced over at them, her eyes brimming with... something? A mixture of things they couldn't place as she looked them over. "And hello, Princess." 

 

"Good morning, Miss Dawnbloom." 

 

"Petal," The Affini set Daisy down, giving her a few final scritches under her chin. "I believe I forgot some cookies and milk in the compiler, could you go fetch them for me?"

 

"Cookies?! Yes, Mistress!" Daisy immediately bolted towards the door. 

 

"Don't forget to thank Claire!" Miss Dawnbloom called after her. "I love her so much," she sighed wistfully as the door slid closed behind Daisy before turning her gaze back to them. It suddenly struck them just how much they were alone with the Affini. "So, Princess, how do you feel about my darling little petal?" They felt an inexplicable dread creep up their spine-

 

This is bad.

 

"She's-" What the fuck were they supposed to say to the plant that owned her? Would she be insulted if they said they liked her but weren't sure about the whole dating a pet thing? What would that make Miss Dawnbloom to them, anyways? "Nice?" Oh, perfect . 

 

Miss Dawnbloom's laugh was as bright as she was- that is to say, it was almost overbearing to hear as it vibrated through them. "Yes, she is very sweet, but that's not what I meant. She really is fond of you, you know. That is my implant in her- when she feels something, I feel it too. Daisy loves you Princess, but how do you feel about her?" She held up her hands. "Do not worry, I'm only curious what your intentions with my pet are. There is no punishment for answering incorrectly." 

 

The feeling along their spine disagreed. They looked desperately towards the door, hoping Daisy would return already. It didn't budge. "I'm... still not sure. I like her, I think? Like I said, I've never really... dated before. But I don't think I'd stay if I was declared independent?" Miss Dawnbloom's expression turned incredulous, but she didn't interrupt. "So I'm not sure if doing that is right. I don't want to hurt her." 

 

Miss Dawnbloom softened. "Of course you don't, petal. You've been very careful with my precious flower from the time you first met, after all. Don't think I didn't notice. It means a lot to me." She examined one of the floating bellflowers as it drifted by. "I would reconsider wanting to leave- You have a place here, you know." They knew all too well what that place was. "I mean it. You don't just make Daisy happy, you make Camila happy, too. You've even brought out a side of her I've been hoping to see for some time now."

 

"What is your relationship with Miss Verdun, anyways?" 

 

A sly grin teased at the rows of thorns behind her mask. "Why, we're very good friends , of course. I've known her for something like twenty-seven of your years? She's quite precious to me." 

 

"I see." It would seem that the predatory nature of the Affini applied to relationships even between themselves. Were they just a pawn to her? Something that made her pet happy and brought her closer to Miss Verdun? Although, they were trying to use her in the same manner... 

 

"You know, Camila used to work all the time. Even when she wasn't at the helm, she'd be scrubbing through all of you cuties' SOS channels. Just hoping to help someone. You are very precious to the two I value most, Princess, and that makes you precious to me as well." They had only started to try to puzzle out what the implications of that was when Miss Dawnbloom spoke again. "Ah, it seems you and I are out of time. Please remember to keep being kind to my precious little flower, and think about what I said regarding staying." 

 

As if on cue, the door opened and Daisy returned with a tray bearing two glasses of milk and a stack of browned discs with black specks in them. "I'm baaaaack," she called out. "Sorry, me n' Claire got sidetracked. Cookie?" She set the tray down and picked up a disc to hold out to them. They graciously took it, inspecting the 'cookie.' 

 

"It's quite alright, cutie. Princess and I were just having a little chat." Miss Dawnbloom gave her a pet as another vine picked up a cookie and fed it to her with a tap on the cheek. "I'm going to let you both get started, but don't hesitate to call me if you need anything!"

 

"Okay, Mistress!"

 

"Of course, Miss Dawnbloom." 

 

Now alone, Daisy turned to grin at them. "Sooo whatcha talk about with Mistress?" 

 

That chill ran up their spine again. "I don't think I'm supposed to say."

 

"Yeah," Daisy snorted, "didn't think so. Ya gonna eat that cookie or just hold it?" 

 

They eyed the treat. "Aren't snacks usually for after work?" 

 

"Snacks are for all the time, Princess." Daisy took an audible bite out of her cookie for emphasis. "Also it's not really work," she spoke around the mouthful, tapping the remains of the cookie against her chin. "Well I guess for you it kinda is? Cookies are great, though! Try it!" 

 

They sighed.  This would progress faster if they simply complied. They took a bite and nearly dropped the rest. "Ohhhhh, stars , that is good!" Soft, with chocolate that melted into their mouth, it was yet another culinary delight. 

 

"Told ya!" Daisy hummed, finishing her cookie. "Once you finish, get some gloves on and grab a trowel, I'll walk you through it." 

 

The second and third bites of the cookie were just as good as the first, elevated even further with a sip of milk. Resisting the urge to grab another, they did as instructed, pulling the larger pair of gloves on as Daisy did the same. "Alright, ready when you are." 

 

"Cool!" Daisy grabbed a trowel and kneeled in front of a flower, plunging it into the earth about a dozen centimeters from its base. "So what you need to do is dig around the stem in a circle like this-" she pulled the trowel out and dug it back in, repeating as she demonstrated until it made a full circle the plant. "And then you grab it- can you get a pot ready?" They snatched one from the stack and handed it over as Daisy grabbed the dirt from both sides and carefully pulled it up, placing it in the pot. "Just like that! Think you got it?" Daisy smiled as she stood back up, holding the pot.

 

"Seems simple enough." They kneeled in front of the closest flower, and replicated the steps. Carefully digging the plant, and pulling it up by the clump of dirt, setting it next to the fresh hole.

 

"Yeah, that's it!" Daisy set the pot in the wheelbarrow and grabbed an empty pot, picking it up and placing it in. "I'm gonna put extra dirt in these so they aren't bouncin' around in there- you keep digging them up! When we're done you can fill it in!" 

 

"Sounds good to me," they hummed, starting on the next flower. It was nice to do such uncomplicated labor, especially after over a week of no real exertion and being endlessly coddled. It still wasn't challenging them, but it was a very welcome change of pace. They unearthed several flowers, handing each one off to Daisy as they did. "So are you going to put something else here?" 

 

"Uhm, yeah! Probably!" 

 

"You haven't decided?" They began working on the next one. 

 

"Nope!" Daisy sang. "Oh, you can help me pick!" 

 

"I don't know," they grunted as they pulled the clump of dirt out, the roots giving way. "I don't know anything about flowers." They examined the pink and white flower again closely- it was very pretty. They couldn't imagine what they would want to see in its place. "I don't even know what these are." They handed it off.

 

"They're amaryllis!" Daisy informed as she took it. "Mistress' own special ones." An ungloved hand waved a cookie in front of their face as they got up to move to the next flower. 

 

A snack break already? They tugged off a glove of their own and took it. "Oh, yeah?" They munched on the cookie, just as delicious as the last one.

 

"Yeah, they mean like 'pride' and 'strength' ‘n junk." Daisy said as she took a bite of her own cookie. "They're really pretty, but I don't think that sorta thing fits too well in a floret's garden," Daisy added, playfully sticking out her tongue. 

 

They looked at several potted flowers in the wheelbarrow. What about them conveyed 'pride?' They just looked like flowers. Pretty flowers, but flowers nonetheless. "So I'm helping you get rid of your pride, then?" 

 

"Hey, you're the one digging them up, Princess ." Daisy finished the rest of her cookie in one bite, "I got rid of mine years ago~" 

 

They rolled their eyes and finished their own, pulling the glove back on. "When you met Miss Dawnbloom?" They knelt in front of the next flower, and started digging it out. "How did that happen, anyways?"

 

"Oh! Uhh," they noticed her fidgeting nervously in the corner of their eye. "Well you probably noticed I have some trouble remembering stuff? I was like that before Mistress. It was really hard to remember to take my pills, or schedule and go to appointments, or even eat sometimes. Even when I did, I still just couldn't sometimes, and uhh, I had a wellness check! Mistress came over and helped me get my schedule together and remember to eat and everything! She even helped me get over the whole 'being a pet' thing, and I've been with her for four years now!" 

 

They handed over a freshly excavated flower. "I see."

 

Daisy grabbed it, placing her hands over their own, prompting them to look at her. Her eyes were warm, and understanding. "I know being a pet sounds really scary. I was super worried about the whole 'giving up my rights' and 'being property' stuff, too! But you really don't need that sorta thing when you have an Affini." She shuddered, and the look shifted to pleasure. "Plus it's kinda hot that she can do whatever she wants."

 

They felt a wave of nausea as their eyes settled on her collar. "That’s... Those aren't my only concerns." They pulled back, making sure Daisy had the plant, and dug the trowel in around the last flower on this side of the little waterfall. "I can't wear a collar, Daisy."

 

"Huh? But they're really comfy and super hot especially when they pull you by it and-" Daisy froze as they wordlessly turned back around to face her, two fingers to the scar on their neck. " Oh . I- shit , Princess, I-I'm sorry. Uhm, does... does Miss Verdun know?" 

 

They forced themselves to turn back around before the tears started. "I haven't told her, but I suspect she knows." The monitor flashed. In... Hold... Out... "It's painful to discuss, so I don't." In... Hold... Out... In... Hold... Out... 

 

They felt Daisy embrace them from behind. "Let's take a break, okay?" 

 

Their voice trembled as they protested. "But we're almost done with-" 

 

Daisy pulled on the trowel. "You need cuddles and kisses, stat . C'mon." They let it be taken out of their hand with a sigh, and the monitor stopped flashing. She helped them to their feet, and up the small hill. She kicked off her own gardening boots and they followed suit as she pressed past the large leaves keeping the 'cuddle zone' secluded. 

 

"Over here." She led them to a pile of pillows and sat down, gently tugging them into place next to her. Daisy pulled them into a close embrace, and their skin cried out with joy at the warmth.

 

Miss Dawnbloom's voice came through the leaves. "Is everything alright, little ones? Claire said Princess' monitor was showing elevated stress and anxiety." 

 

"Princess just needed a cuddle break." Daisy called back, nuzzling in just a bit closer. 

 

A clicking rumble could be felt through the air. "Princess, are you sure you're fine? Camila could be here in just a few minutes; I could administer class E to help until she does."

 

They last thing they wanted to do was make Miss Verdun think they couldn't get by without her. She already treated them like they were a pet. All this endless coddling was starting to wear away something inside, leaving them feeling raw. It had to be minimized at all costs. They took a deep breath. "I'll be fine, I just thought about something... unpleasant."

 

We have ourselves, that's all we need.

 

There was a long, pregnant pause that started to make their anxiety tick up. The Affini definitely knew what had transpired, either through the AI or the implant. Even if she didn't, it's not like Daisy would keep a secret from her owner. Miss Verdun was certain to be mad they didn't reach out again, or worse yet, take pity. 

 

This is spiraling. We need to stay grounded. 

 

They focused on Daisy in their arms and let the Class E reassert itself, a wave of tranquility washing over them. Miss Dawnbloom's voice filled the air again, "Well, please let me know if you change your mind. I'm just in the other room." 

 

Daisy lifted her head away to call out, "I'll keep an eye on her, Mistress!" They heard the distant, quiet sound of the door. "I'm really glad you're feeling better, ya know." She shrunk away. "I didn't mean to make you upset..." 

 

"It's not your fault, I can't expect people to infer my past." They placed a hand on her head to comfort her, and she pushed into it. 

 

Well, she is a pet. 

 

That didn't make it feel any less weird as they stroked their fingers through her hair. It was nice to offer Daisy some comfort in return, however. She shouldn't worry about them. Daisy hummed with contentment. "You're not half bad at that, Princess." 

 

"Thanks?" 

 

Daisy pulled back and twisted around, now sitting in their lap, a glint in her eyes. "You know, we got interrupted yesterday, but right now we're alone~" Yesterday? What was she- They figured out what she meant as she pressed her lips against their own, followed by planting a series of smaller kisses as their heart quickened. "You know it's better when you kiss back, silly." 

 

"Sorry, I just didn't expect-"

 

Daisy snorted, falling back into their lap as she covered her mouth. "What? That cuddles and kisses meant cuddling and kissing?" She brought her lips so close that they could feel the air from her next words. "Don't worry, Princess, I'll teach you about this sorta stuff, too~" She kissed them again, and they returned it, gently pressing back as they followed her lead. 

 

Daisy pulled herself snugly against them as she pressed her tongue against their lips. Taking the hint, they opened their mouth, and their own tongue met hers. That warmth that had been in their skin since they woke up was building into a genuine heat that made it hard to think. She began to grind her hips against their crotch, and their cock stiffened against their panties. Daisy pushed against them, and they let themselves fall into the pile of pillows. "Pffft." Daisy snickered, leaning down over them. Her hair fell around them and hid anything beyond the two of them."You know, my offer to help you feel like a girl still stands." 

 

Something in them needed this, to let this happen. "Please?" Their voice sounded so weak, so needy, that at first they thought they had only imagined speaking. 

 

"Oh, Princess ," There was a new look in Daisy's eyes, one they didn't recognize on the pet, but they had seen it before. In Miss Verdun. She leaned in next to their ear. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you~" They couldn't tell if the moan vibrating in their throat was theirs or hers as she pressed against their lips again. Daisy's tongue made it hard to think of anything beyond the raw animal pleasure coursing through them. 

 

She pulled her tongue back, beginning to trail kisses down along their jaw, down their neck. They felt her hand wander to the button latch of the overalls and undo it, pulling it aside. "Cute bra. I bet what's underneath is even cuter." The words were hot against the nape of their neck. 

 

She wanted to strip them? Well, that was normal for a Princess... "Uhm, o-okay." 

 

"Pfft, well I guess it tracks that you'd be a pillow princess." She undid the other button of the overalls and tugged it down to their waist, fully exposing the bra. Daisy reached behind them, pressing her chest into their face as she undid the bra’s latch. She pulled it up, over their head,  freeing their small breasts. "Oh, those are adorable." 

 

They gasped as her hand tenderly explored the soft flesh. "D-Daisy!"

 

"Don't worry Princess," Daisy pressed her fingers into their boob and lightly brushed at the tip of their nipple. Both their vision and heart fluttered. "I know how to handle girls like you." She kissed them again as her other hand joined in, massaging both of their breasts in tandem. This time they knew for a fact that the moans filling the air belonged to them, and they needily pressed into Daisy. 

 

More! We need more!

 

Daisy, thankfully, picked up on their desires. Stars filled their vision and they gasped in a mix of pain and pleasure as she pressed into their tits, circling a nipple with her thumb. She pulled away, the absence of her tongue making their mouth feel empty. "Oh? You like it a little rough, Princess?" 

 

She stopped, why did she stop?

 

" Please ," was all that came out, even needier than before. 

 

Covering her mouth, Daisy snorted. "Geeze, you're really submissive, ain't ya? Well, like I said," she moved into the nape of their neck, "just let me handle it." She placed a tender kiss on their skin as her hands returned to their breasts. Then she bit them as she pinched their nipples. Their vision went white as they cried out at the top of their lungs. Waves of pleasure rocked through their entire body, causing muscles to twitch and fail. The heat in their flesh was an inferno, searing away any other thought but letting Daisy do whatever she wanted. 

 

'Whatever Daisy wanted' turned out to be a series of nibbles up and down the nape of their neck as her hands grew ever more aggressive in their assault and their panting filled the air. Every time they thought the pain might be too much to enjoy, the pleasure overtook it. 

 

"God-" chomp "Princess,-" nibble, "you-" bite "are"- kiss "so-" nibble "cute!" Daisy sunk her teeth in hard , and for a moment they briefly returned to the void, teetering on the edge of something even more .

 

A squeeze on their breasts welcomed them as consciousness returned. "These really are cute, y'know." Daisy was leaning over then, her eyes fixed to their chest. "I can't wait till you fill out, but they are just so snack sized right now. In fact..." Daisy lowered herself down, her face just above their breasts as she gazed up at them. That same possessive look. They didn't have the time or the mental capacity to wonder what was about to happen. They just let out a long, low moan as Daisy began to suck on their nipple, idly fondling the other.

 

It was an entirely different sensation. Hot and wet, of course, but the gentle pull from the suction was- A nibble shorted out their thought process. Daisy swapped to the other breast, giving it a few long licks before it got its own small nibble. "So, Princess," she spoke around their now fully-engorged nipple, the vibrations of her voice sending shivers of pleasure through them, "still having trouble feeling like a girl?"

 

"Doesn't... this just..." they panted, struggling with words as their brain continued to misfire, "make me... a-a pervert?"

 

Daisy hummed, her mouth still on their tit, causing them to moan again. "Well you are a pervert, but that's because you like it when I bite you, not because you like being a girl. Liking being a girl is like, what makes a girl a girl! Not some anatomy, ya dork. Besides," her tongue flicked against their nipple, eliciting a gasp that turned into another moan as it circled around. " That sounds like a girl to me."

 

Maybe it was the result of finally getting some much needed attention after being worked up all morning, but something clicked inside them at that. They liked this. They liked being a woman. They were a woman. That wasn't the only thing they liked, either. "D-Daisyyy..." 

 

"Hm?" She looked up, infuriatingly stopping. "Was that too much?" 

 

They shook their head, "Uhm, it feels really good when you suck on my nipples and all but can we..." they shifted under her, "can we kiss a bit more?" 

 

Daisy's expression softened. There was that adoring stare again, that soft smile. "Of course, you dork." They gladly welcomed her tongue as it entered their mouth. 

 

-_-_-_-

 

Camila's vines twitched with nervous energy as she exited the transit shuttle, unsure if she had made the right decision in not taking an emergency one. Cordelia had said Princess discussed collars with Daisy and nearly had a breakdown as a result. She had also said her mood was recovering and that she was enjoying some time with Daisy now. The data from Princess' monitor confirmed this, but the deep-seated need to make sure her girl was happy was not so easily assuaged. 

 

It had, at least from what Cordelia said, finally confirmed beyond any doubt that a collar was the source for the scar on her neck. The one the vet said should have killed her.  Suspecting as much was one thing, but knowing brought with it a fresh wave of sorrow. Who would make a collar that explodes ?! If she ever got her vines on them, by the end of the day she would have their head so empty you could hear the echo. 

 

It didn't really change anything, though. Princess still needed a lot of work before they could fully accept Camila as their owner. And she was going to make sure they got it. Hopefully they were receptive to the therapist, though the fact that she wouldn't be in the room with them still brought her worry. 

 

The day had been productive, at least. Camila had met with Khali Andris, 11th bloom, leatherworker and hobbyist cobbler. To her delight, what she was looking for was possible. They would need new soles, and he would need to know Princess’ size before starting, but the boots could be refitted into something befitting her. Camila had also been able to avoid Cordelia, something that weighed on her as approached her hab. 

 

Containing herself during the movie had taken a toll. It felt like every thought not preoccupied with Princess was focused on Cordelia. The way her colors shimmered in every spectrum, the stunning way she wove her vines together, the way she intertwined her vines with Camila’s, her charming nature, the talk of touching cores . Every moment with Cordelia earlier had required her to restrain herself. Now at her door, she had to repeat the arduous task. 

 

The door opened before she reached for it. "Camila!" Cordelia exclaimed, pulling her in for a tight embrace. 

 

Keep it together. You are here to pick up Princess, not flirt. "I hope Princess wasn't too much trouble." She returned the hug, and tried to quash the guilty feeling of enjoying this more than she let on. 

 

"Not at all," Cordelia stepped aside, and Camila entered the hab, the door sliding shut behind the two of them. "In fact, I think you'll find her mood is doing quite a lot better." 

 

More tension left Camila than she was aware she was carrying. "That's relieving to hear. I wish I could stay and chat more, but I really need to get her ready for therapy." And avoid saying how much she loved her. 

 

Cordelia hummed, "Well I suppose we can catch up later, she's in the cuddle zone with Daisy. I was about to bring them water." She picked up a glass from a tray near the door, and offered the other to Camila. "Shall we bring it to them together?"

 

As soon as Cordelia opened the door to the garden, the air filled with sounds of moaning, gasping, and a particularly needy whine that made Camila’s hunger ache. Those were Princess noises. "They've been at it for nearly a half hour now,” said Cordelia. “Don't worry, I caught everything on camera. It was extremely adorable."

 

Camila felt a mix of emotion. Predominant was joy that Princess was finally relaxing enough to engage in her repressed sexual desires. Underneath that, however, was a sadness that she had missed it, and a jealousy that it was once again Daisy to claim such an important first. Every thought was scattered as Cordelia collapsed the canopy of the cuddle zone. 

 

Princess was an utter mess. Her eyes were half glazed over, saliva stained all around her open, panting mouth, the braids had come loose in several places, her overalls pulled down around her waist, her top and bra discarded, and second most notable thing was the trail of marks up the left side of her neck. The single most notable thing of all, and what really made Camila stop in her tracks, was that Daisy was on top and actively had one Princess' budding breasts in her mouth. She was submitting to her future pinnate.

 

Princess' eyes widened as she realized the canopy had been closed, leaving her exposed. They drifted over to meet Camila's own, and upon doing so, glazed over completely. "Mi- Miss... Miss... Miss... Mi... " 

 

Something inside Camila snapped. " Mistress." 

 

Princess tilted her head and Daisy, either sensing what was about to happen or at Cordelia's prompting, quickly rolled off her. "Mistress?" 

 

Camila's vines moved instinctually, claiming what was hers so fast even she couldn't track it visually. The girl’s clothes, bra, boots, and most importantly Princess herself, everything was swept up in a flurry of motion. She let out a shocked gasp at the suddenness of it all, and a groaning moan as she pressed against the vines holding her. Princess was putty in her vines and hers, hers, hers, hers, HERS! 

 

Camila brushed a messy strand of hair out of her pet's face. "Let's go get you cleaned up, Princess."