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"Behave for my sister, Storm. I'll be back to play with you later."
Storm, now wearing a dry diaper under her latex bodysuit, watched as Hyacinth left the bedroom. The pink plant had somewhere else to be, and so Storm was left alone with Forscythia. She was currently sitting on the thing's lap. Small yellow vines dotted with gold flowers were wrapped around her waist, her hips, her neck. Around everything really.
Slowly coming up from her dream-like state of pleasure, Storm began to worry. Anxiety rippled through her. She risked a glance up at her captor, who was smiling down at her with a maw of thorns. Storm gulped.
"Looks like we have some alone time, my sweet little Storm." A vine gently moved a lock of hair from Storm's forehead, tucking it behind her ear. "I know you must have a lot of questions."
Storm blinked a few times.
"Well, for starters… no, we're not going to eat you, or make you do manual labor, or detransition. You're a lovely little xenosophont, and I wouldn't dare hurt you in any way." Vines were stroking her head, rubbing at her scalp. "Instead, you get to be a floret. The closest word Terrans have for that would be 'pet'."
Storm winced.
"Don't worry, dear. It's much better than it sounds!" Forscythia grinned. "You get to be taken care of. Every need you have, my sister and I will provide. Food, shelter, enrichment, love, everything."
Storm glanced down at the outfit the two had put her in, then looked back up with a disbelieving stare.
"Your outfit? You are enjoying it, aren't you?" Forscythia rubbed at Storm's back and shoulders as she spoke. "You don't have to ask for anything. You don't even have to know what you want. I'm going to help you explore yourself."
Storm crossed her arms.
"You don't believe me, do you? That's okay. You don't have to just yet." Forscythia began to stand up, still holding Storm in her arms. "I'll show you around your new home. Maybe that will help you relax."
Storm, with little choice, allowed Forscythia to carry her out of the bedroom. The two exited into an open-floor… Apartment, probably. It was a very spacious one, though. The room seemed to be hexagonal, which was abnormal, but the furniture and layout were otherwise quite standard. It was like a quiet cottage. Soft greens and pinks, wooden shelves covered in potted plants, and flowing curtains. It all felt very homey. Luxurious, too.
Storm turned to look up at Forscythia, confused at just how Terran everything was.
"We've prepared the entire living space just for you." Forsythia grinned with something resembling pride.
Storm tilted her head.
"...Because you're worth caring for?" Forscythia tilted her head in the opposite direction. "Apologies if I don't quite understand you. You don't have to speak, though. I wouldn't make a lovely little thing like you do anything she doesn't want."
Storm let out a held breath. That felt reassuring, at least.
"Now, just as Hyacinth has some work to attend to, I do as well."
Forscythia carried Storm to a crescent-shaped desk, sitting into the concave side of it. A set of five screens came on as she approached. There wasn't a keyboard or mouse, though Storm noticed a few vines split off from Forscythia and slip into bulbous protrusions under the desk. They began to tap at small button-like nubs inside them, and the screen changed in response. It was, presumably, a plant computer.
"I'm the systems admin and computer specialist for this ship, the Batani. My job has a wide number of tasks I must fulfill, all of which I do quite enjoy." Forscythia began to absentmindedly pet Storm's head as she worked. "In addition, I handle electronic warfare, to put it in Terran terms. My sister is a bit more adept at…"
Storm looked up at the plant as she trailed off, raising an eyebrow.
"Hm… I don't think there's a gentle term for this." She looked back to Storm with another thorny grin. "Psychological warfare."
Storm shivered.
"Oh, don't worry, she won't hurt you! She's just quite adept at getting into people's heads." Forscythia turned her eyes away, her smile shallowing somewhat. "A little too adept, admittedly."
Before Storm could ruminate on that, there was a gentle caress to the back of her neck. She suddenly became aware of a scar running along it. There was a slight sting of pain, so it had to be recent.
"Feel that? There's a little piece of me growing inside you. That's your implant. If you're feeling any different, that would be why."
Storm's eyes shot wide open. She tried to push herself away from the plant, but had her back against the desk. There was nowhere to go.
"Relax. It's okay, really." A set of vines started rubbing behind her ear. "This is a lot of information to take in, but you're doing well. You're a very good girl, Storm."
Storm gasped softly as a wave of pleasure broke against her. Her eyes fluttered. The stress and worry building up inside her simply faded away. Suddenly, everything felt good. Great, even.
Forscythia chuckled. "There we go. All better now, huh?"
Storm found herself leaning into Forscythia. She was surprisingly soft. Her diaper, now somewhat wet again, could be felt against her throbbing, needy length. A hand rubbed at the back of her head, holding her close. Storm tried to bring her thoughts back into focus, tried to push the frothing feeling of pleasure back down.
"There we go… That's my good girl. My beautiful, lovely little Storm."
The dam burst. Storm moaned softly as she began to empty her bladder once more. Her vision faded into a fog of alluring pinks and golds. As she filled her diaper and nestled up to her owner, all Storm could feel was happy.
Storm sat on a giant couch in the hab unit, her urine-soaked diaper like a big waterbed beneath her. It was completely full. Luckily, it still didn't leak. If it did, her suit would be able to hold it all in, though make quite a mess in the process.
In her hands was a tablet, given to her by her two… owners. Storm still didn't know how to feel about this "floret" stuff, not that she'd been given any choice in the matter. Storm was looking at the info they had on spaceship stuff. It was pretty hard to understand with the constant fog in her mind, but she was having fun with all the cool pictures.
Hyacinth had returned, and Forscythia had left. Storm had a bit of time to herself. At least, somewhat to herself. Hyacinth would check in on Storm often and make sure she was drinking all the water the two gave her. It's not like she needed to check. Storm was drinking every drop of water she was given. She was pretty dehydrated, and it wasn't exactly hard to guess why.
Hyacinth walked up and sat onto the couch next to her. Storm immediately leaned against her side. The plants were just so damn comfy.
"What are you up to, Storm?" Hyacinth was rubbing her head with one hand, patting her latex-encased diaper with the other. It made a lovely plapping sound.
Storm tilted her tablet, letting Hyacinth see.
"Ah, all the lovely Terran ships we've captured." Hyacinth took the tablet, scrolling through the list and pointing at a few. "That one… one of those… ooh, and that one. We captured all of those before getting to you."
Storm looked up to Hyacinth, tilting her head.
"Yours was the only carrier, of course. And my, what an interesting little ship that was." Hyacinth lifted Storm up, placing her onto her lap. She had a bright grin. "We had been going through Terran documents my sister had gained access to and found some very interesting references to a certain prototype vessel. That was your ship, the Alpharia."
Vines started to wrap around her suit, giving her a light squeeze. "We shadowed you for a short time. My sister is wonderful with computers, and she cracked your systems without any kind of conventional direct access." Hyacinth leaned in, fake wooden mouth against Storm's ear. "In those files, she found you."
Both hands were rubbing her diaper, squeezing and squishing it around Storm's crotch. She was throbbing again. "All of the information painted a very vibrant picture. Medical reports, reprimands, personnel files… a unique girl aboard a unique ship. Hyacinth knew she just had to have a little praise addict like you as her pet."
Two fingers pressed right against the front of her suit, slowly stroking up and down on the soaked diaper. "She'll tell you you're the best fighter pilot in the galaxy, that you were so hard to catch and break. She's just being nice." Hyacinth's voice had become a whisper in Storm's ear. "The truth is, before you even launched to fight us, you were destined to be hers."
Hyacinth's other hand made Storm look up to her. "And, if you're my sister's pet, you're my pet. You were ours before you got dressed that morning, before you crawled in your little ship, before you flew into our waiting arms." Her grin grew, sharp thorns bared. "I didn't take you to praise you like she did, to tell you you're the best there is until you burn out that silly little floret brain of yours like she did. I took you in to make you piss yourself. I took you in to make you fill your diapers to bursting just for me to change them and watch you fill the next one all over again. I'm going to make you fill diaper after diaper, over and over, all because I find it adorable. You're going to enjoy it too, Storm. That's not your choice. It's mine."
Pink vines were wrapped around Storm like a second suit, stroked her shaft up and down and squeezed her already full diaper around it. "You already know what I want next, Storm. Be a 'good girl' for me.."
Storm didn't need any further prodding. She emptied herself as she orgasmed, her bladder spewing forth its golden nectar. The pink mass of vines that was Hyacinth chuckled as she watched. The plant looked very, very happy.