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It all happened in a blur, one moment you were chatting with your friends and the next your mouth was in pain and you found yourself wrapped in vines as you flew down the street. What a fool you had been, not paying attention as the cute waitress warned you the pizza was very hot. Could anyone blame you? She was so pretty and girlish and her dress looked so comfortable and it made you think how unfair life was and then before you knew it you had a mouthful of molten cheese.
You had tried to protest when the Affini seated near you grabbed you, but they sternly hushed you with a vine filling your mouth, warning you that you needed to be silent until the veterinarian could examine the damage.
Your cheeks flare red in embarrassment, realizing you probably look like some helpless pet, cradled to this stranger's chest. Hopefully your pride would be saved because the speed at which you were traveling meant you were nothing but a blur to passing observers.
The pleasant chiming of bells accompanied your sudden deceleration as you find yourself in an overgrown but clean waiting room. “I’ve got an emergency, this poor dear burnt herself while eating and you were the closest medical facility.” Your rescuer quickly informs another Affini rushing over to you, you are so stunlocked by mistakenly being referred to as a girl and the pleasant feeling it caused that you miss the next exchange of words.
Your mind reboots in time to catch this new plant’s reply. “–not a floret? That’s no issue, the Sniffles Ward is happy to help all those in need.” You feel yourself being handed over and placed in her vines, catching a glance at her strange outfit in the process. She is dressed in a traditional Terran nurses outfit, but the type you find more in porn than in actual hospitals. A skirt that terminates right below a curvy bottom, barky stilettos wrapped in cross crossing vines run up to her thighs like fishnets. Her chest tests the strength of the stretched white fabric of the top of her uniform as three green breasts threaten to overflow. A dainty nurse's cap rests on top of her flowing tresses of ivy hair, peppered with red flowers, streaming down into her cleavage. Cleavage you now found yourself very well acquainted with as she presses your face into them, stroking your hair. “You poor thing, don’t worry Nurse Nymphaea is going to make it better.” She gently whispers into your ear before turning back to the one who had brought you in. “Will you be staying with her?”
Again they accidentally mistook you for a girl, how silly could they be? Just because you had long curly hair accompanied by what your mother always called feminine features that any woman would kill for and maybe you did dress a little androgynously, but you were still clearly a boy, right?
You try to protest now that your mouth wasn’t full, but you find one of Nurse Nymphaea’s large fingers inserted as soon as you part your lips. Its size stretches your mouth and holds your tongue down, tickling the back of your throat. “Be a good girl for me and suck on my finger, it will help with the pain.” Her soft voice orders, causing a second complete short circuit of your cognitive functions. You don't even notice as they continue to talk over you before your rescuer leaves and the Nurse carries you down a hallway and into a room with sunlight streaming in.
“Since this is the Sniffles Ward, all of our patients are usually florets, so we don’t have hospital rooms that you are probably familiar with.” She explains apologetically, drawing your attention away from the finger you were absentmindedly nursing on. You immediately understand what she is referring to as your eyes land on the oval bed that was small by Compact standards, but that wasn’t the strange part, it was the several feet tall bamboo like bars that surrounded it. There was no denying it, this was a crib!
You would have said something if not for the feeling of cool numbness slowly permeating your mouth as you continue to suck on her finger. “This room is usually where we put the mischievous little ones that are always causing trouble by sneaking out of their rooms, but I’m sure you don’t mind, right?” She shakes your head back and forth, puppeting you into agreement. “Oh perfect, I knew you were going to be such a polite and docile patient.”
As she lays you in the crib bed, she starts to undress you with several vines at once. The thought of this beautiful Nurse seeing you naked was enough to make you try to resist, slapping at her vines which quickly entangle your wrists and ankles. “Now let’s not ruin a good thing little girl , you just keep behaving for your Nurse .” She did have a point you think to yourself, it is important to listen to medical professionals. Your limbs go limp as she finishes the task and switches to dressing you in a dress hospital gown that seemed to match her own colors.
“Aren’t you just the cutest thing? So tiny and helpless , how no one has snatched you up is a miracle.” She hums a sweet melody, not from her mouth but instead from her chest, a sound that strangely reminds you of vague memories laying hidden long in your past. You find yourself yearning to hear more, straining your ears to catch every note of the beautiful song. Her vines swirl around you hypnotically, grabbing tools and running them over your body, light beeps and boops accompanying the many scans being run on you.
Her humming grows concerned as she examines a data pad in her hand, the one not inserted into your mouth. “Your hormone levels are completely out of balance for a girl your age. Hasn’t your veterinarian stressed the importance of remembering to take your medications? I can see this is something I need to manage for you, it is too much to ask a silly little girl to carry such a burden.”
Your eyes go wide as you spot a vine carrying a needle tipped flower fast approaching your neck. As your breath hastens in a panic response, the scary flower pauses. “Forgive me petal, now I see why you haven’t been taking your medications, you’re afraid of needles, aren’t you?” You reluctantly nod your head, embarrassed to share such a silly fear. She smiles at you, capturing you with her beautiful swirling eyes. “I’ve got just the thing to help my patient be a good girl and take her drugs.”
The flower full of drugs snakes over to the hand in your mouth, injecting the finger next to the one you are nursing on. “Open wide for me baby girl .” She orders and you find yourself immediately obeying. The freshly injected finger is slid into your mouth, beside its neighbor, truly stretching your mouth to its absolute limits, causing your cheeks to bulge, but this finger doesn’t stop at your throat, no she continues to push it along with the other, further into your mouth, sliding them down your numbed throat. “ Suck all of your medicine out of me pet .”
Entranced by her eyes and losing yourself to the gentle stroking through your hair, you continue to nurse on the massive fingers. You feel cool sap begin to coat your throat and spread an intense feeling of pleasure through your body. She smiles wider, starting to move her fingers in and out of your mouth, encouraging you to suck harder and harder, to suckle every drop from her. Every thought in your blissed out brain is disappearing as you fall deeper into the moment.
The motion of the fingers slow and she pulls them out until they are only caressing your lips, strands of saliva connecting them to your hungry mouth. “I think there was an unfortunate mistake made during your intake.” She ponders allowed, showing concern, a concern you find yourself desperately needing to help relieve. She can see the confusion in your eyes and leans in closer to explain. “I was told you were an independent, but there is no way that could be true. A needy, helpless, tiny girl, so hungry to please her Nurse , how is it possible to ever mistake you for an independent?”
An independent? You're independent, right? If you were a floret you would have an owner and you don’t have an owner, so you couldn’t be a floret, right?
As if she was reading your mind she answers your question. “A poor lost little floret , that’s what you are, ownerless and desperately seeking her Nurse . Well you don’t need to worry anymore, you do have an owner, don’t you?”
This time you nod your head without her assistance, agreeing wholeheartedly. Your Nurse was always right, if she said you were a floret , she had to be right. But in that case where was your owner ? Where was your collar ? You lift a heavy hand slowly to your neck, feeling for the symbol of belonging you expected to find there, but all you felt was bare skin.
“Awwww my poor pet , are you worried because you think your owner forgot to give you a present to show who you belong to?” She asks sweetly, her voice cooing down at you.
You nod again, feeling tears begin to form in your eyes. Did your owner not think you deserve a collar?
A vine gently wraps around your hand and lifts it to your face, presenting your wrist for inspection, showing you the gleaming platinum medical bracelet hugging your skin. No… it wasn’t a medical bracelet, it was your collar , because your owner was…
“I see my silly pet has remembered who her owner is.” You continue nodding, leaning into her caresses, happy she helped you remember. “You were mine the moment you were carried through these doors. Weren’t we both so lucky that my friend found you and brought you to me? She’s known I’ve been looking for a floret of my own for so long, but working here I never get the opportunity to meet potential pets . Well at least not until today.”
Her voice sends tingles down your spine even if the words didn’t make sense, you are just happy to have such a pretty and loving Nurse . She really did make it all better, not that you would be leaving the sniffles ward anytime soon.