Dog of War

Camila reread the chat logs, making sure everything was still in order. Acaulescent was still on board. The Captain had wished her the best of luck today and tomorrow, even as xe also poked fun at her for trying to offload Princess just eleven days ago. Ash had acknowledged the various additional rules; no rude comments, avoid bringing up the Valiant, and most importantly of all, no pointing out her conditioning. Hopefully with those rules in addition to the previous set, the meeting would go alright. Camila had considered canceling it outright, or at least postponing it until after the flower festival. Ash swore up and down that they merely wanted to see Princess for themselves for just a few minutes, ten or fifteen at the most. They had been doing well in therapy and adjusting to the Compact, and honestly seemed to be a thoroughly charming sophont. It was a pity they were looking at becoming independent, Ash would make a lovely floret for a lucky Affini.

 

Yet even with the rules in place Camila couldn't help but fret. Princess was in a more delicate state than ever, and her last meeting with an old crewmate had set back nearly all her progress. Meeting another one might trigger another breakdown, or pick at wounds that were still healing. It could also go well just as easily. With the safe, controlled environment of the hab, this meeting could show her that the incident with Elle was an outlier.

 

Even if things did go wrong, Camila could just give Princess some Class B, though she desperately hoped it wouldn't come to that. Removing the memories would ease the girl’s pain, but it would do little to dull the ache even her slightest sorrow caused Camila. Last night had nearly tore her core in two. Princess had suffered more than anyone should in a thousand lifetimes, let alone one. It was Camila’s duty as her owner to make sure she never did so again. Which actually led Camila into the next troubling matter- picking out shoes.

 

Princess hadn't properly gone out since they lost the ability to wear their boots. Camila had been willing to give them time to grieve, but walks were important for a Terran’s mental health. Walking to and from the therapist today should be a good start. That it also let Camila show off how cute her soon-to-be floret was just pickles on the pie!

 

As stressful as it was to navigate today, that thought kept a certain springiness in her vines. Tomorrow was the day. Tomorrow she would ask Princess to be hers, and she would say yes. Camila could practically see it now; the local star beginning its march towards the horizon, Princess clinging to her vine, walking closely to stay out of the crowds, stealing glances up at her. They exchange a few words about her day and how she's enjoyed the festival before they stop in front of the unity statue. Camila lowers herself down, surrounding Princess and sequestering her away from the world. It's just them now; the crowds might as well be light years away. Then she tilts Princess’ head ever so slightly upwards to meet her eyes, strokes her cheek, and quotes The Stars Betwixt- ‘You warm my every leaf. My smallest flower blooms with your presence. You are my life giving sun and my most precious possession. I only ask that you let me give you all I have to give, and make your every day as joyous as you make mine.’The final vestiges of Princess' conflicted will crumble in an instant, having already been on the verge of acceptance. She weeps with joy as she embraces her Mistress, now knowing that she truly belongs here.

 

That was all tomorrow.

 

Camila refocused, as pleasant as the daydreams were, they were just flights of fantasy. They wouldn't pick out shoes for the little one today. Princess hadn't liked the gardening boots for their lack of laces, but had understood that they were temporary. Was it specifically the laces, or just that the shoes could be affixed tightly? They were definitely partial to lacing in general, but Camila did want to try to push her boundaries on shoes. Perhaps some buckled shoes, with a low heel? Those could be tightened considerably and would go perfectly with the dress she had picked out. If Princess disliked them, she'd only be walking in them for ten or twenty minutes at a time. Some stockings would pair nicely, and help Princess get used to a more involved dressing process.

 

A princess deserved lavish outfits, after all.

 

Finding something that fit the bill, Camila sent it to the compiler, tucking her pad away. Exiting her room towards the kitchen, she found herself quickly stopping dead in her tracks to avoid stepping on Jess.

 

“Oh, g-good morning Miss Verdun! I was just, uh, getting a head start on the floors!”

 

Camila looked at the trail of slick behind her, marking Jess’ path through the living room. “Good morning cutie, and thank you for the help.” She stroked the AI’s chassis. “What a good little maid you make.”

 

“Shkdshkssdlxz!” Jess' light was all bright pinks and purples. “Th-thanks Miss!”

 

How adorable! Jess was developing nicely, and wasn't too far off from being Camila's herself. A princess and a maid- what precious connivents they would make! Although, thinking about it now, Jess was an outlier in the plan. She hadn't thought that she might be sapient when she first laid it out, and definitely didn't suspect that she would be so soon. “Jess, dear, do you think you could join me in the kitchen while I make breakfast? You and I have a few matters to discuss regarding today and tomorrow.”

 

“Oh, sure!” Jess chirped, and the vacuum she inhabited went dim. When she next spoke, it was through the hab as she opened the door to the kitchen. “What did you want to talk about?”

 

“Well, a few things.” Camila started to gather ingredients; today she was trying out a cinnamon roll recipe. Princess did love her sweets, and she could hardly wait to see the little one's face light up. “Mostly today and tomorrow.”

 

“Oh?”

 

Camila started mixing and kneading the ingredients into dough. “Well I'll be taking Princess to therapy once she's fed and dressed, and we won't be back until nearly lunch. I was wondering if you wanted to go over to Cordelia’s or have her come over.”

 

“Hmm. I think I'll be fine on my own today! It'll give me more time and processing power to work on a new chassis if I'm alone.”

 

“I did want to discuss that too-  I've been thinking about what you said yesterday and had a few ideas. There's still tomorrow, however.” Camila covered the bowl and swapped it for the shoes and tights in the compiler. A few inputs on her pad, and the dough would rise in minutes. She started working on the cinnamon sugar filling and icing in tandem. “Princess, Cordelia, Daisy and I will all be out the majority of the day. We'll be leaving sometime after breakfast and back just before dinner. I understand you don't want to use a ready-made frame, but you may want to reconsider. I would be happy to have you join us and I know Daisy and Princess would too.”

 

“Nnn, I do want to go to the festival with all of you... If I finish my new body before you get back, do you think they could get it done before the festival starts?”

 

Camila paused for a moment. The standard safety protocols called for a full day of inspection, and surely the Affini had other orders to fill, but perhaps if she explained the situation the technician could expedite the process? At the very least, if the order was put in before lunch and processed right away, she could have it before the festivities were over. “I can't guarantee that, but maybe. I will have to ask.”

 

“Well, if not, the next festival is only a few months away. Now, you mentioned you had some ideas?”

 

It was a bit disheartening that Jess was planning on staying home if she couldn't get her own body. Maybe when tomorrow came, if it turned out that she couldn't get it, she could offer to carry her around in the temporary chassis. Camila pulled out the now risen dough and began to roll it into a flat square, preheating the oven. “Well the first idea is regarding your face. You expressed the desire to be able to kiss, but also wanted something that didn't feel like it was Terran? I was thinking perhaps some seam lines and distinctly mechanical eyes might help accomplish both of those. You could also abandon the nose, to further push the non-Terran aspect.”

 

“Oh! That's a great idea actually. I could make the eyes look like shutters! That's way better than compromising with a visor, or going without a mouth.”

 

It was nice to hear Jess excited. “Perhaps they could glow as well? Like your current temporary form does,” Camila offered, hopeful as she basted the dough with butter. “Alternatively, you could have lights instead of the solid pink highlights? It's an adorable feature.”

 

“Hmm, yeah, it is kinda nice to be able to convey emotions like that. I'll probably draft it up in a few different ways to feel it out.”

 

“I'll be happy to look over all of them with you once we get back.” Camila spread the cinnamon-sugar mix over the buttered dough and rolled it up. Taking a knife, she sliced it into four segments. “I had two ideas regarding your feet, and wearing shoes.”

 

“Oo, I'd love to hear them! I had to end some processes that got stuck in a recursive loop over that issue earlier.”

 

“I believe the best way to have both is simply to have a locking mechanism on your points.” She said as she arranged the segments on a cooking tray. “They could engage with a prosthetic foot, or the shoes themselves if they're customized. Given the flexibility of such a mechanism, I don't see why you couldn't use both depending on your mood.”

 

“Being able to interface directly into the shoes definitely sounds my speed actually! I think I can come up with a locking mechanism for sure!”

 

“I'm sure you will design something as cute as you are~”

 

“Sgidhksgks-!”

 

Camila placed the tray in the oven, her leaves rustling happily. It felt like everything was finally coming together in harmony, and little could go wrong. “I'm going to get Princess up, it should only take about fifteen minutes but the cinnamon rolls finish in twenty. If we're running behind, could you turn the oven off for me?”

 

“Of course!”

 

Entering Princess' room, Camila approached her bed and pushed aside its drapes, revealing the snoozing girl. The blanket was only covering her lower half, exposing her chest and its gentle movements. One arm wrapped loosely around her bear, keeping it- and Camila's biorhythm- close to her chest. She looked so peaceful lying there.

 

Camila brushed her hair out of her face to better appreciate it, and traced a vine along her cheek. Princess stirred under her touch, smiling and pulling the bear tighter. How any sophont had the right to be so adorable was beyond her. She needed to get her up soon, but... maybe just a few minutes?

 

Vines slithered underneath Princess' nightie, and up towards her breasts. She was getting so soft now, in more ways than one, her body taking on a truly pet-like quality. Every bit of her had taken on a plushness, perfect for groping. The pliable flesh beneath her touch was every bit as decadent as the small whine she made as her vines played with it. It was followed by a needy whimper and reflexive squirming as she tweaked one of the girl's nipples.

 

Camila shuddered as she kept herself from sweeping up the little one then and there. The Class Z was wearing thin by now, she couldn't risk waking the girl. Very few Affini would even do as much as lightly scold her over the matter, but Princess was still just a ward. Mulch and roots if the noises she made in her sleep weren't the most precious things, though. She was beyond cute awake as well, but there was just something to the little gasps and moans elicited from the sleeping girl. Softer, completely unhindered by any conscious thought. Pure animalistic need and reflexes. It was intoxicating. Camila couldn't help but savor them for just a moment longer as she gently played with her breasts.

 

Princess' face twitched as she let long, low whine, her hands reacting likewise. It was a pity Camila couldn’t keep her like this longer. Perhaps tomorrow, before making breakfast? A vine curiously played with her lips. Another xenodrug-laden kiss to wake her would be a perfect capstone to this morning's session, but there was something she was curious about. A tap on the cheek, and she had to stifle a squee as her mouth fell open.

 

Camila all too happily filled it with her dripping tongue.

 

 

-_-_-_-

 

 

Princess floated, adrift between sleep and consciousness. They couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. Was it the softness of their bed under them or was it a dream? Were the vines exploring their body real or imaginary? The specifics didn't matter. Worrying about things like that was for other people. What was important was that Miss was nearby, they could feel her even here. Her presence brought all the comfort and warmth of a bonfire.

 

Miss wasn't the only source of heat. Princess could feel that need quickly building up as the sensations played across their skin, squeezing here and there. They squirmed in the void, savoring every moment. No tasks before them, no demands, even the sense of time was absent. Nothing but thoughtlessly enjoying the caresses. If this was a dream, it was the best they'd had in a long, long time.

 

Then Princess' mouth was filled with something as... Lips? They felt like lips, pressing against their own, but were far larger. The intrusion itself was impossible to identify, but it was sweet like berries. Oddly enough, they could breathe just fine despite it worming down their throat. Was this also part of the dream? They couldn't help but moan into it, as vague impressions of Daisy’s cock drifted through their mind. Whatever it was, it was slick with the flavor, and they found themselves sucking on it just as greedily.

 

It was just as suddenly removed, and worse, Princess felt the dream begin to slip away from under them. They were dragged to consciousness, where an equally lovely dream awaited bleary eyes. Miss, her face just above their own looking as radiant as ever as her eyes sparkled with golds and pinks. The sight stopped their breath where the intrusion could not. They began to feel themselves fall into them as the feelings of safety, belonging, and love crashed over them, each one a great wave. Stars, they hoped she'd pet them soon, or pick them up, or grope them, or all of that and more. Whatever she decided would clearly be right, and they awaited it eagerly.

 

How could anything be so perfect as Miss is?

 

They didn't know, but a princess needn’t know such things anyways.

 

In. Air flooded to their lungs as a vine wiped away trickling drool. “Good morning, Princess.” Miss giggled. “Did you sleep well?”

 

Princess could feel all the gears in their head jam at the sweet sound of her voice, her laugh nearly stopping their breath again. “Uh-huh,” they answered reflexively, having already forgotten the question.

 

Miss giggled again, tousling their hair and scrambling their thoughts as she broke eye contact. “As adorable as it is to see you drop, I do need you to be present today. Please try to focus for me.”

 

Princess blinked, trying to force awareness over themselves like coolant over an overheating laser rifle. The gears slowly began to grind to a start as reality beyond Miss came into focus. They were in bed, but not their bed? Gone were the neutral colors that they had selected, replaced by pinks as audacious as they were appealing. Was pink their favorite color now? They never had a favorite color before, and it had grown on them fast over the last week or so. Their favorite clothes and panties were pink, and Miss was pink too! Well, she was also white and orange and-

 

Focus. Miss said we need to focus.

 

Right, right. The bed also had drapes, pink and sheer much like their nightie, hanging off a frame held up by the pillars at the corners. Each one was a rich, dark wood, intricately carved into vines and flowers, holding up the drapes. Miss must have swapped the beds after their old one got soaked yesterday, which was nice of her. She always picked out the best stuff. It was far more suited to a princess than their old bed! Mister Bear was in their arms, as cute and cuddleable as ever. They gave him a snuggle, just to double check, of course.

 

Things finally began to feel grounded, or as grounded as they seemed to get these days. The sleep residue had faded almost entirely, but there was definitely a fair amount of Class E in their system. They had at least grown accustomed to the slight disorientation of the xenodrug over the last week. It was strange though, they couldn't recall seeing their new, adorable bed last night, or even coming home. “Uhm, we’re feeling better now. Did we fall asleep on the way back from Daisy's?”

 

“Yes, you were absolutely precious.” Miss confirmed. “You seemed really tired, so I gave you some Class Z so I wouldn't wake you while I brushed your teeth and put you in bed.”

 

Princess blushed, Miss had brushed their teeth while they were unconscious? Was that what the weird dream was about? “I- w-we see. Thanks for uh, h-helping us.” A scritch was very welcome, and they shuddered under the touch.

 

“Aww, such good girls you are! You know I'm all too happy to help you with anything you need. Still, the thanks is very much appreciated.”

 

Princess felt everything begin to slip away again under the combination of the petting and praise. That's right, princesses needed help, and more than that, they needed Miss’ help!

 

Princesses are polite though, so thanks is still expected of us.

 

Princess was suddenly, finally, swept up into her vines where they belonged. They wiped away the budding tears of joy by eagerly nuzzling into the vines. Oh stars, how they missed this. The soft floral scent, the doting pats, the comforting strokes. Most of all though was that soundless song, that heatless warmth, bringing with it unmatched feelings of safety and love. Miss was saying something above them that they didn't quite catch, lost in the comfort she provided. Something about an appointment? It hardly seemed important. Whatever it was, the Affini would handle the details. “Mm-hm.” They tacitly agreed.

 

“Princess?”

 

They lifted their head quizzically at their name. “Whuh?”

 

Miss sighed as she gave them a headpat, her smile making their heart skip just as much. “Don't worry about it, I'll just tell you again after you're ready for the day. Right now, it is time for breakfast.”

 

!!!

 

Princess perked up excitedly, saliva already beginning to pool. The only thing better than being carried was being fed!

 

“Oh, Miss Verdun, I just turned off the oven for you!”

 

“Thank you, Jess.”

 

“Happy to help! Good morning, Princess!”

 

“Good morning, Jess!” It was impossible to resist smiling as they greeted their friend. Thank goodness Miss helped them make up.

 

“I-I’m gonna hop back into the vacuum for a bit! Still need to finish the living room and maybe get a head start on Princess’ room.”

 

“Alright, but don't push yourself, okay?” Miss replied as she retrieved something from the oven. Whatever was in there smelled amazing.

 

“Just twenty, thirty minutes tops!” Jess chimed out, leaving them alone with the Affini.

 

Vines wrapped around them, puppeting their limbs as Miss sat down, placing them in her lap. In front of them were four rolls, each covered a glistening white cream, faint steam rising off of them. “Cinnamon rolls.” Miss explained, tearing a segment of one off, wiping up some cream with it. She brought it to their mouth, just under their nose, but didn't yet tap their cheek. They whined, desperate to taste it. It smelled even better than it had fresh from the oven!

 

Miss softly stroked the back of their neck up to the top of their head and down again as she continued. “They're a very sweet breakfast food. They're honestly more of a treat than a proper breakfast, but I think it's alright to spoil you like this.” She tapped their cheek, and their mouth fell open, but she still held onto the treat. Their tongue lolled out, desperate to taste it, drool starting to trickle down their chin. “That's just what a princess like you deserves, wouldn't you agree?”

 

Oh stars, please!

 

“Yessssshhh.” Princess panted, saliva cascading like waterfalls, their clit struggling against their panties. A princess deserved to be pampered! They couldn't think of anything they ever wanted more than the food held just in front of them. They even considered lunging those few centimeters forward, but a princess relied on others.

 

“Such good girls you are~!” Miss praised, intensifying her pets for one borderline orgasmic moment. Good girls! Good girls!!! They were making Miss happy and they were good girls! “I think you're ready for a bit more ‘vines-on’ feeding today, don't you?”

 

Please please please please please!

 

“Puh-easeee?”

 

<“Dirt, you are so cute!”> Miss swore in her native tongue, before reverting back to Standard. “Alright Princess, follow my lead, and let me take care of ev-ry-thing~” With that she finally deposited the treat. A vine ran underneath their chin as they closed their mouth, followed by a circle they recognized from yesterday as ‘chew.’

 

Princess moaned as they obeyed. The cinnamon roll was far better than anticipated- the bread was flaky, the icing melted in their mouth, the cinnamon was delightful and each was sweet in their own way. Sweetest of all was the raw adoration and pride pouring into them from the Affini. She stroked their throat as they swallowed.

 

“You know if you liked that,” Miss started as she tore off another segment bringing it close once again. “I heard the center is the best part of all, much better than the outer segments.” Tap, stroke, circle.

 

It gets better?!

 

Princess could hardly believe that was true with another bit of the sweet flaky pastry in their mouth. Miss had said it though, and she wasn't often wrong... A stroke down their throat prompted them to swallow, as a tap placed another bite in their mouth. The stroke to close however, didn't come, the treat lying on their tongue. “Ahh?”

 

“Just a little test, Princess.” Miss gave them a scritch as she prompted them to close and chew. “You passed, by the way, such a good girl~”

 

Princess wiggled happily as they chewed, and obediently waited for the ‘swallow.’ Knowing they were following orders correctly made it just that much sweeter. Bite after bite was fed to them like that. Tap, stroke, circle, stroke. Tap, stroke, circle, stroke. Just as Miss had said, the further they got in the better it was. The pastry was getting more and more decadent the closer they got to the center. They were beside themselves with anticipation as she picked up the last bit of the treat. Tap, stroke...

 

Miss paused just long enough for them to whimper. The center wasn't just moist, it was gooey with delight, dripping with all the best parts of the sweet! A moment that felt like an eternity later, Miss traced her circle, mercifully allowing them to chew. It was every bit as decadent as the preceding bites and Miss’ words led them to believe. They were determined to pass this test as well though. She rumbled with satisfaction and purred in their ear. “Ohhh, very Good Girl.”

 

Princess' nearly came on the spot, their clit twitching as they doubtlessly messed their panties. Miss didn't say anything, just continuing to hum as she pet and fed with them. With a stroke, tap and circle starting them in on the next cinnamon roll.

 

Oh goodness we have three more. We'll melt at this rate! 

 

A thick syrup filled their mind with every bite, and every slight pause between the gestures, preventing any thought but this moment. Just the bliss of tap, stroke, circle, stroke, the deliciousness of the meal, and Miss. By the end of the second roll they were panting and whining. The Affini's vines holding them in place were the only thing keeping them from grinding against her. By the end of the third they needed a change of underwear. Even in their clouded mental state they could see the slick on her vines from their soaked panties. As they neared the end of the fourth, their brain had become as gooey as the center they were desperately looking forward to.

 

Tap. Princess' mouth mindlessly fell open, as Miss delicately picked up the last bite. She slowly placed on their tongue, pausing just a beat before stroke, and pausing again. They waited for the order to chew. A princess relied on others. Circle came with another satisfied hum, and the drag of two needles up their thigh. “Good girls~” Stroke. “I think you two deserve a reward for doing so well.” The needles sank in, and there was another tap.

 

Everything went white for a moment that lasted all of eternity as they were rocked with raw pleasure. Then Miss inserted her fingers between their lips, sticky with icing and cinnamon sugar, and circled their chin. The message was clear. Princess eagerly and dutifully cleaned them off with their tongue. They were more delicious than any part of the meal, accompanied by the faint taste of berries. A thick trail of saliva connected their tongue to the fingers as Missremoved them, their mouth left hanging open. She giggled as she gave them the final stroke an unknown amount of time later.

 

Miss lifted them up shortly after, cradling them in her vines. “Well that was fun, but I do believe it's time you got dressed. Princess? Can you do me one more favor?”

 

“Wuhh?”

 

“Wake up.”

 

The universe snapped into place around them, as did the reality of what has transpired. They buried their face in Mister Bear to hide their furious blush and screamed internally. Did they really just lick her fingers clean? Did they cum from being fed?!

 

It was hot and it did taste good.

 

But this was hardly the time! They loved Miss but they shouldn't act like a pet, even if it was nice to let her take complete control like that. Also extremely hot. That they could feel how thoroughly they had soaked their panties with every nuzzle into her vines only made it that much hotter.

 

The Affini set them down in the bathroom, taking their bear from their arms. Her vines wrapped around them in the manner they had grown accustomed to. Their heart skipped as they pondered what sort of outfit she had in store for them today. She tapped their elbows and removed their nightie, leaving them to contemplate just how soaked their panties were. “Now we still need to talk about your day.”

 

“Oh?”

 

Miss peeled off their panties, the wet squelch making them blush furiously. The Affini was unperturbed. “Once you're dressed, we'll be heading to the therapist, and after lunch you have a friend coming over.”

 

“Daisy?”

 

“No, but she'll visit after they leave.” The Affini wet a towel, and began cleaning off their watery cum. She paused as they winced- the towel was a bit warm, but they were feeling raw. It may as well have been scalding. “Sorry petal, I know you don't like attention there, but I do need to clean you up.”

 

“It's not that, our clit is just a little sensitive today.”

 

“I-” Miss stopped, her vines flicking to and fro as the ones holding them tightened. There was a certain bemusement to her voice when she spoke again. “I'm sorry petal, I'll try to be more careful with your clit in the future.”

 

Hearing it from Miss was something else entirely, and they didn't have Mister Bear to hide in at the moment. Princess desperately shifted the subject back as the Affini resumed cleaning them up. “A-anyways, who's coming over?”

 

“Ash Harmon. I believe they were an engineer aboard your ship”

 

Princess mind worked its way through the crew. The progress through the fading memories was a bit slow, but after just a few seconds it clicked. “Oh! Miss Harmon! We're hardly friends, though. What does she want?” She had always been a dodgy one, often watching them from the shadows. It was clear she suspected them, but she was a coward through and through. Always making some weak excuse to run away the moment she was discovered.

 

One look into her eyes was all they needed to determine she wasn't a threat.

 

“Mx Harmon, Princess, and they were just having a hard time believing how adorable you've become.” The correction sent shivers down their spine, like ice water trickling down their back. Miss finished cleaning and gently dried them off. “They'll only be stopping by for a few minutes, and I'll be right there with you. I just thought it would be good for you to have a positive experience with one of your former crewmates.”

 

“W-we see.” Miss tapped their legs and pulled up some immensely cute pink panties decorated with light pink floral designs and trimmed frills that were also pink, just a few shades off white. “Anything else?”

 

“Nothing else for today.” She had them raise their arms, dressing them in a similar bra. “You and Daisy can hang out the rest of the evening here with Jess. However, I did have something else to tell you.” She directed them to lift their leg, pulling up a long white stocking that came partway up their thigh. “I know you’ve been sad about losing your boots, and you don't consider walking exercise, but starting today I want you to take walks again. It's not healthy to stay inside everyday.”

 

Miss helped Princess into the other stocking as they chewed on their lip. They did miss their boots, and wearing other shoes only made that ache worse. However they were starting to feel a little cooped up, and staying inside for another two weeks until the Class Gs ran their course would make that worse. The last thing they needed was to develop agoraphobia. “So when's, uh, today's walk?”

 

“We'll be walking to and from Miss Nele’s office for today, with a small detour along the beach on the way back.” Miss tapped their arms and lowered a dress around them. The neckline cut deep below where their cleavage ended, but a second layer of frilly white material covered it fully. It was a bit disappointing they couldn't see any of their own cleavage, but the dress also lacked the corset part. The skirt was layered, and each one in the shape of the petal, creating a rose around their legs. Its hemline came just above the stockings, leaving a small gap of visible thigh between them.

 

The sound of a zipper only sparked further dissatisfaction, and Princess nearly spoke out over it, when Miss tapped their legs again. They stepped into a petticoat, which when pulled up filled out the skirt, giving it a nice bell shape. The fluffy material tickled at their otherwise bare thighs, a small bit of delight the rest of the dress lacked. Then Miss wrapped something black and leathery around their abdomen. A corset.

 

Princess' couldn't help but smile as they felt her lace it up; of course Miss wouldn't forget! That's why they relied on her, not the other way around. The dark material popped against the pinks and whites of the dress, and tied the piece together. It was a good thing they had cum during breakfast, or else they would have soaked their panties and petticoat as she pulled the laces taut all at once. Not that it stopped them from shivering under the pleasure of it. Stars, that felt so good.

 

Miss just as quickly pulled them into her lap, vines already threading through Princess’ hair. It had gotten rather long, and the tips now reached the middle of their back. It was a good thing Miss was there to take care of it for them, they didn't know the first thing about proper hair care. They had always buzzed it short everytime it got much longer than touching their ears.

 

How much longer will it get? 

 

This definitely seemed like a good length, about as long as Daisy’s and plenty for Miss to braid. They should tell her that they were fine at their current length, when they got a chance. For now, they just wanted to enjoy the comfort of the moment. It seemed so strange how they kept it so short for so long. Honestly the whole ‘being a man’ felt weird to think about now. It seemed so long ago that they were explaining that they were fine with being one, even though it didn't feel right. They couldn't help but giggle at their past naivety; being a girl was so much better!

 

“Is something funny, Princess?” Miss playfully asked as she started to braid one side of their hair.

 

“Just thinking about what the vet’s floret said when we went the first time, back on the ship.”

 

“Oh? Little Alex?”

 

“Mhm. They were right. We did figure it out eventually, and mostly thanks to you. If you didn't push us to try new things we’d probably still be a guy.”

 

A scritch at the base of Princess' skull made them whimper and left them panting. “Nonsense.” Miss tied a white ribbon at the end of a ponytail down the side of their head, moving to braid the other side and keeping up her assault on that special place. “You are, were, and always will be an adorable girl and precious little princess. You just needed a bit of help to see it for yourselves, that's all.”

 

Miss was right, as usual. They were always a girl, why else would being a man never feel like it fit? How was she so perfect? How were they so lucky as to wind up with her? Their gender issues weren't the only thing she had helped them unpack either. All of it, from the delights of food to Daisy to their safety was a gift from her. There was an upwelling of emotion in their chest. Their life had been so empty before they met her and they hadn't even had the framework to realize that. They should say or do something, shouldn't they? What do you even say to someone that's given so much? “Thanks, Miss. For everything.” It was as all they could think of.

 

Princess could feel the raw adoration and love radiating off of her as she finished braiding their hair. “It was a pleasure, Princess. Watching you bloom into the wonderful girl you are has been its own reward, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.” Miss stood them up, turning them to face her and wiping away tears they didn't realize were there. Her eyes sparkled like the sea under the setting sun. The feeling of her love swelled above them, to heights they couldn't possibly fathom. “I love you, and I will always be there for you.”

 

Oh. That's what they were looking for.

 

Princess clutched Mister Bear close with one hand, the other guided an attending vine to their cheek, nuzzling gently into it. “We love you too, Miss.”