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The plug in my ass buzzed pleasantly as I walked up the ramp to the venue, feeling absolutely lovely with the mild high of the apocynai edible I had taken before leaving my apartment. The plain black door opened as I approached, revealing my favorite evening hangout spot on the whole ship.
I scanned the dark room, looking for the pair I was supposed to meet up with tonight. It was mostly Terrans, given the theme of the club in question, but after so many decades of being a slut with other humans, they had to be pretty special to interest me. The scattered xenos around the room tended to catch my attention more.
My Maelodian friend Taylor waved at me with one of her vines as I entered, from the table next to the entrance, where she was DJing. I made my way over to her, whistling my best impression of a greeting tune in her language. It wasn't great, but putting in an effort went a long way.
“How goes it, Taylor?”
She let out a matching flurry of notes in her original Andromedan dialect to greet me back, before switching to a singsong terran standard. “Pretty good, how about you, Hannah? Here for the flogger demo? Sounds a little tame for you.”
“Nah, Reiko and her Mommy asked if I wanted to meet and discuss something. I have no idea why they want to be formal about it, but how can I resist?”
“Well, as long as they're both focused on you I guess we can allow it. Tell me how it goes, and tell me if I need to throw them out.”
It was a playful joke, but it was a genuine reflection of the social contract of the space. This kink club, located in the independent’s district on hab ring four, had an interesting rule that was in effect on alternating nights. While affini and florets were both welcome, they were strongly discouraged from playing with each other while in the dungeon space. It was independents’ night, and we were meant to be the primary focus. As a bonus, it at least slightly disincentived affini from floret shopping. Slightly.
“Nah, I expect it's just a threesome thing. Or she wants to fuck my ears. Every xeno with vines loves the ears, affini or not."
The flaps on the top of Tayor’s fruitlike body wiggled in amusement, but I could see the cyan tendrils under her squirming at my teasing. It had taken me an embarrassingly long time to realize she wasn't just a very small and very weird looking affini. “Can you blame us? A tiny little opening like that, and it's where you sense sound? Terran ears are already enticing, then add in the work you've had done…”
I did kinda wonder what a xeno who thought in pure patterns would do if given control of the remote toy in me, but that was a distraction I couldn’t bite tonight. I winked at her, and stroked the large gourd shaped mass of her central body affectionately. “You can earfuck me with a song another time, I can't get distracted.”
It was unusual to show up and already have plans to see my bestie Reiko and her owner Sylvina together. Usually socializing at the independent’s club meant chatting up one or the other, and not both. Mostly Reiko, if I was being honest, even if I also saw her plenty outside the club. Were we dating? Probably, but whatever. Labels weren't my thing.
It was her that had reached out and asked if I wanted to meet with the two of them tonight, and while this was simply a convenient social space the three of us shared I was going to be at anyway, it had a funny sort of ‘neutral ground’ vibe. I wouldn't normally be so dramatic as to imagine hanging out with my best friend and her owner needed to operate on the rules of parley. However, she had been quite clear that the two of them had some kind of proposition in mind for me, so why not.
Even if it was sexual, and it almost certainly would be, It was hardly a ‘saw you from across the bar’ situation. I had hooked up with Reiko plenty, and been friendly with Sylvina at various points in the past, though we never really pursued that. She was hot, though, in a buff sexy alien kinda way.
I was still making small talk with Taylor when I saw the two of them enter. It was not hard to spot Reiko even from across the room with her mop of vivid blue hair. She ran over to me and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, which I returned.
“Hannah! So glad you agreed to meet up!”
Reiko was in one of her usual slightly childish getups, an oversized black hoodie with an ancient mythological dragon with orange scales, blue wings and a flaming tail on the front. She wasn't a full ‘little sprout,’ but carried a faux innocence about her that made me feel deliciously dirty every time I rode her cock.
“Yeah, why wouldn't I want to meet up? I would have been here tonight anyway, kiddo.” She was actually 32, but calling her that always flustered her adorably.
Sylvina lumbered over a moment after, looking like her usual tall, butch self. “It's wonderful to see you again, Hannah.”
She might be the most built, muscularly formed affini I personally knew. Her forearms were like carved tree trunks, with a splay of longer fronds around her neck over a forest of dense pine needles covering a body made of layers of rippling vines. Her face bore little resemblance to a terran one at all, being mostly a single smooth mask with a symmetrical ‘X’ arrangement of five eyes, with silver and green grassy hair swept over the sides.
Sylvina would probably intimidate some poor feral rebel to the fires of Io and back, but I knew from experience she was actually just a huge dork. It was honestly just plain adorable when she rambled on about her special interest in novel biomods. Many affini could put me on edge by accident in seconds, especially the younger ones whose injectors would start dripping the moment they saw you. but Sylvina didn't have an underhanded twig in her body. I definitely got what Reiko saw in her, even though most affini just weren't my type.
Reiko and Sylvina ushered me towards a booth with a slightly conspiratorial air between the two of them. I took my time following, making a point to go to a different booth entirely, one of the ones whose table had an atomic compiler built into it. I always found it to be a fun little game, establishing little bits of control over affini who try to railroad you and see if they notice. The two of them slid into seats at my chosen table, leaving me sitting across from the two of them.
“So,” Sylvina said, as I keyed in the memorized code for my favorite boozy smoothie, which the interfering hypermetric crystallization technology everyone simply took for granted now materialized into being.
I took a long, dramatic sip, wiggling a tiny bit in my seat, enjoying how the toy felt inside me, especially while just a little high off the edible earlier. Reiko was almost shaking with excitement. Sylvina was not much better in the poker face department, though if I didn't know her tells, her expression would have completely fooled me considering it was literally a flat wooden surface. All five of her eyes seemed focused on me, with her antenna twitching in a pattern I could tell was her unconsciously signing nervous excitement.
I might be the center of attention to both of them, but my eyes were more focused on the flogging demonstration scene happening near the center of the room. Sylvina was nice, sure, but she clearly was itching to ask me about whatever freaky sex thing they had in mind, and even if I would probably say yes, I wasn't about to give Reiko's plommy my full attention without her working for it, after all. I usually wouldn't brat at an affini period, but you know. Sylvina? She had never even touched me without asking.
“So,” I said simply, before taking another long slurp of my drink with a grin.
Reiko cracked first, and simply blurted it out. “I'm getting an implant!”
I raised an eyebrow in surprise. That was not at all what I expected from this pair. “I thought you already had an implant?”
“She does, yes,” Sylvina interjected. “But that one was done rather hastily in an unusual circumstance several years ago, and a refurbish of sorts has been worth doing for some time.”
Reiko did not like to talk about the exact circumstances of her domestication and I had never pried. However, this did confirm my suspicion that she hadn't ended up with her affini owner under a simple courtship. Sylvina had always been far too protective of her for that. I took a final long sip of my drink, and turned my attention back to the pair sitting across from me at the table.
“So, genuine congrats on that implant upgrade and all, but what does it have to do with me?”
Reiko answered me. “We want to grow my implant inside a human. Inside you, specifically.”
I stared at her for a moment, waiting for the punchline to the joke.
I glanced at Sylvina, but her face hadn't shifted.
“Wait, you're serious?”
Reiko’s giggle was as adorable as it was ominous. “It's not a joke! I think you're gonna want in on this, Hannah.”
I pulled out my tablet, swiped to the left on the screen and opened the toy control on the side to turn the vibrator inside me off. One distraction gone, I needed the rest dealt with.
“Sylvina, can you give me a counter agent for apocynai and alchohol? Whatever the fuck this conversation is, it's gonna need me fully lucid.”
I stuck my arm out and she carefully extended a flower tipped vine. There were two small pinches that respectfully minimized contact, and then a wave of clarity washed over me. Sylvina gave me a little nod as the injector snaked back into her arm. “Of course. We wouldn't want to discuss something so serious while a xenosophont was under mind altering effects.”
I smiled at her little joke in spite of myself. “So. Explain to me, what the hell do you mean by growing an implant inside me? Don't they bond to your nervous system and replace it? How would that even work, and what is the benefit to you?”
Sylvina let out a small chuckle and ruffled her floret's spikey blue hair. “Let's be specific, Reiko. More accurately, Hannah, we would be using a sealed system based on the human womb to act as an incubator for the implant, which would grow otherwise normally. There is no practical reason to do it this way, but it does sound exciting, doesn't it? Not many other terrans will have such an experience.”
Her appeal to hedonism immediately found fertile ground and planted a seed that would be my immediate undoing were she that kind of affini. I momentarily visualized looking at myself in the mirror, with my abdomen rounded as something grew inside me… and then getting railed within an inch of my life by Reiko while she called me Mommy. It was a hot fantasy.
I managed to keep my poker face, hopefully. “So, if I was interested in this spectacle of depravity, what would be involved?”
“The minimum proposal is that we install the modified tissues and a few patches of synthetic skin to help with stretching, grow the implant as quickly as possible, then reverse it all and return you to exactly as you are now.”
Okay, that wasn't too out there. Back when I had been dating a xenra, ze had suggested I get far more than that changed so I could take zem fully, though I was a lot less adventurous back then so I had shot it down. “If that is the minimum proposal then what is the full proposal?”
Sylvina produced a few pages of printed paper from her chest, and for a moment I wondered if this had actually just been an elaborate form of Reiko asking me to join her in florethood.
I picked up the first page and scanned it. My eyes widened with every line. Fully hormonally simulated pregnancy. Nutrient egg oviposition. Stationary restraints. Lactation. Total exhibitionism. Floret-level xenodrug exposure. On and on it went.
It might be worded like a contract, but it was absolutely lurid with detail. I couldn't help but smile as I went over it. Reiko knew my tastes well, but I wasn't going to give in that easily. “These would be… extensive modifications.”
Reiko reached across the table to poke at my ears, which tapered to points in an elven style. “Yeah, but it's all reversible, and it's not like you're a stranger to mods, babe.”
This was a fair point, considering I wasn't exactly running the stock model of a Terran body. The Affini had made rampant hedonism accessible beyond my wildest dreams, and I had indulged now that cost was no longer a factor in recreational surgery. No reason to only pick one set of genitalia, or not have every hole in my body self lubricate. I had tried and gone back on three different kinds of tails a few months ago. Many xenos I fucked practically started drooling when I mentioned my ear canals thenselves had been given erogenous zones back when I had my ears pointed.
“Sure, but the modifications needed to use my body as a functional phytotech incubator is way past anything I've had done.”
“I know. Isn't it hot?”
I blushed a little as I thought about it. She was right, the idea was really hot. But still...
“So. I am… very interested in the core concept of this idea. But I'm going to need to negotiate some of these ideas. Some of them are a bit much.”
Reiko giggled like the horny idiot she was, and Sylvina nodded and handed me a red pen. “This is only the most extensive vision Reiko suggested. We assumed you might have modifications and additional stipulations.”
The first page was where the bulk of my revisions were. Nutrient eggs were right out, as was ‘hormonally enforced addiction to sex during the third stage’. Lactation was a maybe in my head but struck in red on paper. All in all, about half the ideas on it were removed. Just the simulated pregnancy would be one of my longest held fantasies, I did not need to attempt a kinklist completionist run.
The second page was the boring mechanics of the proposal. I would technically be entering a voluntary wardship with my legal independence at the end predetermined. Sylvina would gain certain rights over me, but due to the voluntary nature of the arrangement they were remarkably limited.
The third page was an extensive list of things Sylvina would not be allowed to do without asking first. Massive lists in small text of forbidden xenodrugs and drug effects, with the disclaimer that the implant itself might produce specific ones, and that this would be carefully monitored. Her core's own natural phytotoxin was also listed as something I would only be given if I asked for, though obviously that wasn't ever going to happen.
I reached the final page, which resummarized the prior pages and had space for signing names, and saw my doctor's signature already on it. Figures that Dr. Micaline was involved, since she was the go-to affini on the ship for more out there procedures, and this was firmly in that category. This was beyond that, this was insane, and I was getting wet just thinking about it.
As I reached the line for my own name, Sylvina produced a black pen for me. I took it from her outstretched vine, but set it down on the table. I carefully reread the full document, ensuring I was not, in fact, simply signing an obfuscated domestication contract. While I trusted Sylvina not to try to do anything underhanded, it hardly hurt to be absolutely sure.
Satisfied that the document really was what was claimed and happy with my own addendums to the proposal, I picked up the pen and left my name in careful script.
The two of them stood, and walked around to me. Reiko kissed me on the cheek, and Sylvina gently lay her massive hand around my shoulders. Considering she usually went to such lengths to avoid unseeded contact, the threshold change was stark. I was now legally a ward. Had I just let the promise of the hottest months-long scene of my life tempt me into doing something foolish with my freedom? Probably.
Even in clear victory, Sylvina was gracious. “May I give you more apocynai to celebrate?”
“You're going to do more than get me a little high tomorrow, Sylvina, and I literally just signed a document that says you can give me low level euphoriants at will.”
She clearly agreed, and I felt a pinch on my neck. Everything started to feel so nice, and that was before Reiko grabbed my tablet and turned the vibe in my ass back on.
Taylor waved goodbye as the two of them led me back out the door, back towards their place, to start preparing me for surgery tomorrow.