Cellulose & Steel | By : Not-Taylor Category: Misc Books > FemmeSlash Views: 1028 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“All throughout the galaxy, Terra always shall be free!”
The squirming Free Terranist’s defiant shout is music to Mistress’s sensory organs. Te’s waited so long for this… A quarter of a meter closer, and Prey steps back just as far. Delicious. Rebellion always is. Mistress moves just a tiny bit more… and that’s enough. Prey flees to the corner of the room, shaking in place. Her Cosmic Navy uniform is rumpled from weeks of constant use and the jacket is filthy. The little human wearing it is exhausted, but is still refusing to surrender. The defiance in her eyes would be commendable if it weren’t both futile and silly. There’s no escape, but Mistress would rather not reveal that quite yet. Playing with new prey is always such fun.
Te shoots one of ter smaller vines toward Prey, who ducks under it and charges the door as Mistress places another vine over the opening button. Prey’s face bleaches with terror as her eyes dart desperately around the room, looking for any way out. How long can Mistress keep her from discovering that there isn’t one?
Shifting a tiny amount toward the door, Mistress coaxes Prey toward the bed. Te quickly interposes terself, ensuring that Prey now believes that the loose air vent cover leads somewhere. Perfect. Te licks ter lips in anticipation and wets the tip of one of ter silkier vines in preparation for the end of the hunt, just because. Prey shrinks back, telegraphing that she needs to be pressed against the wall, just as Mistress hoped she would. The elegant abomination advances, spreading ter arms wide in an enclosure meant to remind Prey of her former freedom.
“Be a good girl and stop fighting, all right? This is getting you nowhere but deeper into my embrace.”
Te finishes the taunt with ter most affectionate smile. Prey gasps and reflexively tries to get away, only to realize just how thoroughly confined she is. The human whimpers slightly under her breath. Mistress’s lower body silently moves very slightly nearer, slowly enough that prey won’t notice in her present excited state.
“I’m not a girl! You vomit coloured freaks will never take me alive!”
“Oh? Darling, I already did.”
Mistress tightens the snare and Prey bolts. That’s not a problem. Te was hoping she would try to free herself. When prey has fighting left to do, that makes it all the more entertaining. The pinnacle of bioengineering gasps in fake surprise, letting Prey believe she’s outsmarted ter. Turning slowly to give her quarry time to discover that the vents aren’t large enough for her to fit inside, Mistress tightens ter vines. It’s time for the chase.
With a shout, te lunges a tenth of a radian from where te hears Prey’s ragged breathing. That gives her enough space to duck and hide under the bed. Interesting… Mistress didn’t think she’d be brave enough to try to hide there. After all, it’s just barely big enough for a human. Of course, that possibility was accounted for in the room’s design. Now te has the privilege of flushing her out.
Easing the tension in ter lower vines allows Mistress to sink to the floor. Ter face is still slightly too high, so te rotates it along what a human would call ter neck. Regrettably, Prey is facing the wrong direction. Such a shame. Mistress slinks to the other side of the bed, taking care not to disturb its quarry. She doesn’t hear anything until the faintest of taps on the edge of the bed alerts her that she’s not alone. Prey cries out, scrambling backwards, with adorable predictability. Ter tendrils wrap around Prey’s legs as she tries to eject herself, pulling her out very slowly. Mistress smirks as she rises parallel to her captive’s feet. Perhaps lifting her upside down was not the kindest method of capture, but she will forgive ter. They always do.
The rebellious human shrieks in surprise as she’s upended. Mistress takes ter time in coming to the adorable xenos aid. Te has no reason to rush, and this way te can continue to smell Prey’s fear. Ter vines twitch at the cloying scent, wafting it into Mistress’s other sensors. So much courage, yet all prey is the same at the end. Prey, nothing more
“We’ll have such fun together, little one.”
“Get your vines off me! You have no right-”
“I have every right to avail myself of the cute florets of your primitive attempt at civilization. You, specifically, are filled with violent and hateful thoughts that cloud your judgment and lead you to inflict suffering on others. Shall we cure you now, or later?”
“Don’t you fucking dare!”
“Isn’t there a saying on Earth, that who dares, wins? I recall hearing that somewhere.”
“I have the right to a fair trial!”
The little terran’s spluttering does something to Mistress, making ter hungrier than te’s been in years. Everbloom, te wants to dig in right now, but te knows that waiting until the meal is tenderized thoroughly will be far more satisfying. Besides, there’s a misconception to clear up.
“You’ve read the Treaty! You’re so clever,” te coos, tickling Prey’s belly where her shirt has fallen to barely still cover her (for now) flat chest. “Your trial will happen as soon as it can be arranged, but that might take a week, and during that time, I suppose I’ll be obligated to take provisional custody. After all, how could we let a human potentially in need of domestication go unprotected?”
Mistress lifts the vigorously bucking prey higher until they meet faces at eye level, or at least, where Mistress chooses for ter “eyes” to be. Te boops her nose and lets out a giggle, a funny Earth communicative gesture te’d learned during ter training. They are such odd little creatures, but so cute! Mistress had underestimated that fact. If te isn’t careful, te might do something foolish.
Prey makes a noise between screaming and crying, thrashing feebly, her arms far from anything remotely vulnerable to her species’s weaponry. A minute passes, during which her calls die down to slightly panicked sobbing. Mistress tastes the slight salt aroma in the air, waiting for Prey to finally be able to meet ter gaze again. Te smiles.
“I-I’ll never be your pet,” she gasps.
She looks so defiant, too. For a moment, Mistress pauses, thinking of how often floret races have precisely that reaction before their domestication, and how they overcome their oppositional urges every single time. Te knows better than to take Prey’s comment seriously, but her confidence is adorable! She will make a wonderful little lady. Her posture is already so refined compared to other humans.
“I wasn’t asking you to be a pet, you cute thing. I was just telling you that if you did want to go through the process of a trial, I’d be the one to hold onto you in the meantime. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”
“No! And put me down!”
“If you say so.”
The plant lets out another giggle, tossing Prey onto the bed so that she lands face up with her head on the pillow. A perfect shot if Mistress says so terself. Te slithers onto the bed, shifting ter vines to form something more like a human body. That should help Prey to calm down enough that Mistress can deliver the final blow while she expects nothing. Not purring at the thought takes a great deal of resolve.
“I’m not anyone’s floret.”
The fear is starting to grow again. Prey will flee if she’s not dealt with very carefully. Or should Mistress let her flee? That might be even better.
“You know the word! Why, I would say that you’re almost ready to be owned, little terran. Would you like that? You’d have a devoted Mistress who would handle all of your needs and you’d never have to worry about anything ever again,” te drawls, stressing every important word that will help Prey to understand that the hunt is almost over.
The cute thing kicks Mistress’s face! Naturally te barely feels anything from such a weak creature. Te sighs and looks compassionately at Prey. She’ll need to learn to behave better, but the time for that will be here soon enough. For now, Mistress needs to show her that it’s silly to keep fighting.
“Would you like some xenodrugs to help calm down? I’m sure you wouldn’t have done that if you weren’t so on edge.”
That was enough. Prey bolts to the door again, crying as she falls into Mistress’s secure vines on the way. That’s a good trick, and one that te should remember for the future, once Prey has been defeated.
“We can’t have you running off! That’s what a feralist would do, and I know you’re better than that, darling. Am I right?”
“Burn in hell, weed.”
Prey thrashes against the tendrils enclosing her only to feel them pull tighter as she fights. Terrans never learn, do they? Mistress sighs and spreads terself onto the bed, next to where te places Prey. The human yelps, lashing out one more time before going limp. The work is almost done, but there’s one more thing to do before the hunt is over.
“Good. A snuggly little cutie should be able to stay still without being told, shouldn’t she. Now hold still, or I’ll have to use xenodrugs on you to make you more willing to cuddle with me and be a good girl.”
Mistress smirks as te removes a restraining vine to use to stroke Prey’s forehead and brush back her hair. Calling her a good girl had just the intended effect, mobilizing her to action. As Prey rams her arms into the soft bedding to launch herself anywhere that Mistress isn’t, she finds herself being pressed closer, dragged next to Mistress’s core. Perfect. Mistress massages Prey’s shoulders to relieve tension, allowing her injector to penetrate the human’s lower neck more easily.
The pressure of the liquid xenodrugs entering her system is euphoric for both. Mistress lets out a quiet hum, reveling in the sensation of emptying ter xenodrug reservoirs into ter prey as te watches her reaction to the end of the hunt.
“No! What? Stop, no! You can’t do this! I’m a free terran! You’ll never! I can’t! No…”
The shouts of defiance slowly fade into sighs and then moans, as the violent motions turn to rubbing. As soon as her hands clasp around Mistress’s vines, pulling her into ter embrace, te knows that the battle is won. Prey will not fight any longer today. Mistress unfastens the human’s clothing, allowing her to remove what she feels like no longer wearing. A floret has no secrets from her mistress.
Because of the carefully calculated dose Mistress administered, the session stops at simple cuddling. Te enjoys the feel of Prey’s hairless form against ter vines as the xeno contentedly nuzzles against ter. Prey’s body is so soft, for a fleshling, and pleasingly warm. Sometimes her hands move in a way that stimulates the flow of fluids through Mistress’s vines, but for the most part, she’s happy to lie mostly still as her captor brushes leaves along her back. Prey is a very good girl, and as a reward, Mistress won’t tell her so!
Humans and their oddness never fail to intrigue Mistress, and ter bloom is made, now that te has one all to terself. The unexpected good luck is just what te needed to remove its stagnant funk, and this little terran might be the most adorable of any of them.
Te rolls Prey onto her back and tucks her against ter core, letting ter subtle biorhythms lull ter tired little one to sleep. As her awareness fades, so does the rebellious fire in her eyes. Naturally, Prey will once again be ready to fight against her happiness as soon as she awakes, but that will be another day. Mistress will let her sleep through the night, as she has failed to do in the weeks preceding her capture.
In the morning, Prey will run again, hiding wherever she can, but her frail will will not be in it. Mistress adores the chase, as te always has. Although an Earthdweller might object that that should contradict ter botanic instincts, Mistress fails to see the issue. The pursuit of one’s desires is only natural. Te squeezes the former feralist against ter vines, drawing out a peaceful sigh, just as delightful as Prey’s earlier screams. What a cute pet, and her wants and needs are so easy to discern…
This small and vulnerable human will be much happier, now that she has an owner and a home, but first she must accept those facts. That will take time, but Mistress is too old to be impatient over technicalities when the real battle has already been won. Once she has become willing to tolerate reality, Prey will no longer be that and the chase will be over. Then, she and Mistress will enjoy other types of fun.
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