Dog of War

Princess stirred in Mistress' lap, a heavy floating in their head and the sweet taste of cherry in their mouth.

 

Mmm, those lollipops are good.

 

Everything felt so sticky—their fingers, their tongue, their eyes, their every muscle coated in melting sugar. Even time itself was coalescing into clumps of disjointed moments. Mistress moving Princess between a few positions, Vera prodding random places. It felt like their vines could sink all the way into them without resistance, maybe even just crumble them up into a ball. That could be fun, they had never been a ball before!

 

Mistress seemed really happy about something, so Princess was really happy about something. Stars, they must have ended up with the prettiest Affini in the entire compact. The orange, white and pink blossoms framing Her well-sculpted face, the way the mossy vines that were Her hair moved free of wind, and Her eyes. Oh, Her eyes. The way they shifted and sparkled, their infinite depth, forever drawing them in, the hunger they held when they focused on them.

 

If only we were a poet, maybe we could find the words.

 

There was a prick like raindrop on a neighbor's rooftop, and time began to flow smoothly again. The vet was nowhere to be seen, but Princess was still in Mistress' lap, the Affini tending to their hair. “Wha?” Usually they just wake up, not... whatever the heck that was.

 

A good time? Fun?

 

“Sorry, cutie,” Mistress lilted, sounding anything but. “I know that must have felt strange, but it was your two week check-in, and we had to look at some things you technically had to be conscious for. You're recovering perfectly, by the way, exactly as projected~”

 

“Oh. Yay?” Princess had been feeling better. Not perfect, but better.

 

“‘Yay’ is right! Good girls!”

 

Click~

 

Mistress scritched that special place—they were good girls!

 

Good girls ! Yay yay yay!!!

 

“In fact, you two have been so good, I think you deserve something special after the busy day you've had.”

 

Treat?!??!!

 

Princess faintly realized they were being carried when they heard the gentle sound of a door opening. They tried to sink into the warm safety of Her embrace, only to be plucked from it with a whine. They didn't even get to nuzzle Her once! Mean! Mistress was being mean!

 

“There will be plenty of time for cuddles later, Princess. This reward needs you to focus, dear.”

 

And reality joined time, once again tethered. Princess was in their room, Mistress behind them and both their pinnates in front of them, wearing a smile and dress. Miss Dawnbloom was there too, glimmering behind her pet.

 

This is... strange.

 

They were all fully clothed, so it probably wasn't sex, and they already cuddled all the time, so that couldn't be it. Mistress was acting like this was something special. There didn't seem to be anything different about the room either—the drapes had been drawn around the pet bed, which was unusual, but it was neat and tidy. Jess' maid outfit was longer than normal, and she had shoes on, which told them about as much as the bed. “What’s going on?”

 

“Well you see, two weeks ago I had the most adorable little sophont ask me to own her, but there was a slight catch.” Mistress flowed around Princess like water, brushing against them. The dawning realization of where this was going building in their chest with every quickened heartbeat. “You see, she had a very nasty experience that while not at all indicative of ownership, she understandably wanted to distance herself from. I, of course, agreed.”

 

Mistress slumped dramatically, the feigned sadness betrayed by the happy wiggling of her vines. If it were any other situation, Princess would have laughed. “Unfortunately, the poor little cutie had a very serious incident, and had to recover. I was unable to truly fulfill my promise! It wasn't all downsides—you see, she asked me for something specific, but I was unsure on how to deliver it without bringing up all that bad stuff. As frustrating as it was to have to wait so long, the time to plan things out was nice, and now the day is finally here~ Princess,” Mistress brushed under their chin, and they met her eyes. “Do you know what I'm talking about?”

 

“O-owning us as a pet?”

 

“That's right! Good girls, So clever!”

 

Click~

 

Princess bit their their lip as Mistress' praise hit them, moans bleeding into gasps as it was immediately followed up with copious petting, again attacking that spot. They were good girls!

 

We're good girls ! We're making Mistress happy!

 

A few taps later, and Princess' mouth flooded with the heavenly delight of Mistress' berries—nailing down any particular flavor was almost impossible now. They were a medley of the best part of every meal they had ever had, with an implacable sweetness that could only be described as Her love. They would have happily sank below the surface of the sensations they were swimming in, if Mistress hadn't continued.

 

“Cordelia and I came up with an extra special plan to help you two feel like the pet you are, and become the princess you were meant to be. Tell me—and this question is a little harder than the last two—what do you think it is?”

 

Princess’ mind tried to kick into gear, sputtering like an old internal combustion engine as it misfired in the afterglow. Something that made them feel like a pet and a princess? Wasn't that just everything Mistress did?

 

Yeah, especially the way She feeds us. We weren't exactly feeling like the promise was unfulfilled.

 

Trick question, maybe? Or possibly Mistress wants them to ask for help with the answer? Asking for help checks both boxes.

 

Doesn't feel like it? Daisy and Jess are also here, so it's gotta have something to do with them too. 

 

Princess puzzled over the question for a moment more, gaining little progress as they went in mental circles. Then the answer finally struck them as they recalled one of the last things they heard Mistress say to Miss Primrose, before they were lost to the bliss. “Training?”

 

“That's correct, cutie~”

 

Click~

 

Something hit Princess with all the force of a gauss cannon shattering their ablative plating. Something between anticipation and excitement as there was a distant niggling in the back of their mind. They were good girls?!

 

Yeah! Good girls !

 

No wait, that sound! Was the training—

 

“And we're here to help!” Daisy announced, leaning onto Jess. “I'm gonna be your practice partner!”

 

Wait, wait, wait. What are we—?

 

“And I am to assist Mistress with instruction,” Jess added.  

 

Princess looked to their Owner for answers, “Are we supposed to guess what the training is too?”

 

Mistress giggled, giving them a pat. “No, silly, I just had to ask you a few questions to make sure everything was ready.” Their eyes met, Princess couldn’t remember when they’d looked up. “We're going to be working on your manners, etiquette, and posture, until you are every bit as prim, polite, and proper as a princess should be.” The words pressed into the pudding that was their brain, burying themselves deeply. Oh, of course! How nice of Mistress to help them be the best princess they could be!

 

It's so embarrassing to think we've been running around without being proper . We're a princess after all!

 

“Since it's your first session, we're going to start with something simple: introductions.” They could hardly wait. “Jess? Daisy? If you would demonstrate. Princess, watch Jess closely, you'll be copying her after.”

 

The two separated, now facing each other. “Hiya! I'm Daisy Dawnbloom, first flort, she/her.” Daisy said with an exaggerated wave.

 

“Jess Verdun, second floret, she/her.” The maid curtsied, “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

 

And then all eyes fell on them.

 

Mr Bear’s professional talent once again came in handy. Princess squeezed him tightly as they walked up Daisy, feeling ever more silly for it. They had introduced themselves nearly a dozen times today! She barely held back her laughter, “Well hey there, hot stuff. Daisy Dawnbloom, first floret, she/her.”

 

“P-Princess Verdun, first florets pluribus, she/they.” They awkwardly tucked the teddy under their arm, doing their best to mimic the curtsy. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

 

Click~

 

Princess bounced excitedly—They were good girls! They got it right!

 

Hee hee hee.

 

Wait, no. Mistress didn't say that, did She? There was that sound again too, the uhh, uhhh... Dirt it was hard to think when there was that weird feeling in their chest. It was creeping its way upwards now. Mistress should be petting them soon, yeah?

 

“Good job, Princess, that's the idea! But that was a little shaky, let's try it again.” Oh! They gotta get it perfect-right and pets then? “Jess, could you demonstrate another curtsy? Princess, pay closer attention.”

 

“Of course.” Jess took a step forward and curtsied slowly. “It's a pleasure to assist you, milady.”

 

All this flirting isn't helping us focus!

 

Princess did manage to catch a few things they had missed—Jess' pinched the fabric around mid thigh, her arms bent slightly. She had also placed one foot behind the other, lifting its arch and heel off the ground. They tried curtsying again, with the new observations in mind.

 

D-did we do it right?

 

“Hmm, Jess?”

 

“Footing is good, but she's not bowing forward enough, and her hand is in the right spot, but she's grabbing her skirt, not pinching it.”

 

“Well it wouldn't do for a princess to be anything but proper. Do you think you could correct her posture?”

 

There was a flicker of purple in Jess' eyes. “It would be my pleasure, Mistress.” The maid walked around Princess, pressing up behind them as she guided their hands. She curled their first three fingers, pulling out their pinkie before grabbing the material with their thumb. Jess hooked her foot around their own, nudging it back into place. A firm hand slipped inside her dress, and she whispered in their ear. “Don't worry, milady, Mistress and I will make sure you're every bit as proper as you should be. Now, bow.” Jess pressed them forwards and Princess' knees bent on their own.

 

Click~

 

Princess trembled as the mix of pleasure, anticipation, and excitement reverberated through them. They had recognized the click that time, and the true nature of the training only made it all so much more delectable. Mistress was training them to be the princess they wanted to be, like the pet they were. They would throw themselves into Her vines, thanking Her until they lacked the words to continue, but that wouldn't be very becoming.

 

“Now, all together.” Mistress instructed, and Jess gave Princess a nudge towards Daisy.

 

“Princess Ver-Verdun, first florets pluribus, she/they.” They curtsied, and felt Jess correct their posture slightly. They really needed to thank them both for their help after this. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

 

Click~

 

Princess did their best to rise steadily, despite the fluttering in their stomach. They were good girls! They were doing it right! They couldn't help but rub their legs together, noticing how slick their panties were.

 

“Daisy Dawnbloom, first floret, she/her, nice to meet ya~” She winked, tracing along her thigh—oh. Seems like they weren't the only ones getting turned on. It had been a while since they last got to play together.

 

Maybe after this? Stars, we hadn’t realized how much we missed it.

 

“Again.” Mistress' voice snapped them out of the slight trance.

 

“Princess Verdun, first florets pluribus, she/they. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Jess once again corrected their posture, and her touch felt so good. Maybe she could play with them too?

 

Click~

 

“Again.”

 

The heady feeling burning within them didn't make it easy, but thankfully Jess was willing to give them a guiding hand yet again. “P-princess Verdun, f-first florets pluribus, she/they. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

 

Click~

 

“Again.”

 

They nearly fell over as their vision began to blur, the maid pressing against them more firmly helped keep them steady. “Puh-princess V-Verdun, first florets pluribus, she/they. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

 

Click~

 

“Again.”

 

Daisy was closer now, standing over them. Oh yeah, they were a lot shorter than her now. It felt so right. “Puhrincess V’dun, first florts pluribus, she/they. Issa... It’s a pleashure to meet you.”

 

Click~

 

Mistress wiped away the drool trickling down Princess' chin, and they could taste Her hunger as She spoke. “One more time, Princess.”

 

“Puh-P’ncess Vehduhn, first florts pluhbis, she/dey.” Vines puppeted their hands and feet as Jess pushed them forwards, fingers digging into their hair. They were practically face to face with Daisy's cock, straining against her dress.

 

How do her panties even hold all of that?

 

Of all the technological achievements of the Affini, that might just be their greatest.

 

Daisy chuckled. “C'mon girl, ya gotta finish if you want your treat~”

 

Princess wanted it so bad. They could feel Mistress' vines creeping up as Jess pressed against their back. They wanted to be a princess, they wanted to be a pet, they wanted everything that meant. They couldn't help but grin as the final traces of concern burned away. “Ish a pleashure ta meet ya.”

 

“Good girls.”

 

Click~

 

Princess' vision cut out entirely as the heat reached an unbearable point—they were good girls! They were princesses! They were pets! They were doing what Mistress wanted!

 

Good girls !!!

 

When Princess' eyes finally focused, they were in Mistress' vines. And Miss Dawnbloom's vines. And Daisy was naked. And from the look of the metallic digits tracing their nipples, they were naked too. Oh! It was time for their reward! They must have done really well!

 

Jess' hand was quickly replaced by one of the Affini—Princess was too preoccupied to care which—and the AI pressed their face into Daisy's crotch. Some instinctual part of them took over as they sloppily began to lick up and down the massive shaft, delighting in its taste, the way it twitched, her moans. Jess guided them all the way, and eventually onto the cock itself. Princess took a moment to service the head before taking it deep.

 

Daisy cried out, her hands joining Jess' for a brief moment. “Goddamn, I forgot how good you were at that!”

 

A pinch on their nipples caused them to let out a moan of their own as Jess used them to get Daisy off. Vines playfully teasing their other boob, as more slithered against their clit, squeezing here and there. A tug on their harness, causing it to tighten. Princess had never been religious, but if there was a heaven, this was it.

 

“Milady is quite talented, no?” Jess lifted Princess off Daisy enough to catch their breath, and lap at her head.

 

“Fff-fffuuck yesss.” The way Daisy's chest was heaving underneath the tangle of writhing vines was so hot. Princess savored the sense of pride it gave as Jess slowly pressed her back down.

 

“Such a good girl, too. Always willing to listen to those actually in charge.” There was a sharp pain in Princess' ear that almost made them cum on the spot. “Mm, tasty as well.”

 

Oughgweghgh.

 

Princess' tummy did flips as they realized how much they were at Jess’ mercy. It was a good thing they had so little control over their body, starting and ending at clinging onto Mr Bear. They really should talk to her about the whole evil AI fetish-thing they apparently had. After, that is.

 

Daisy didn't last much longer, Jess pulling Princess back just in time for her to finish on their face. The cum only added to the searing heat as the fat cock pumped it onto their face in thick loads. The maid flipped them around, collecting some on her fingers, and having them lick the digits clean until it was gone. Daisy took up their other pinnate’s place behind them, playing with their tits as she nibbled up and down their neck, pushing them over their limit.

 

Princess devolved into animalistic noises, caterwauled screams of ecstasy and primal cries of pleasure as orgasm after orgasm rocked them to their core. They collapsed in Daisy's arms, Jess snuggling in beside them, utterly spent.

 

We're so lucky we get to be a floret.

 

Click~

 

“We'll start again in fifteen minutes, petal~”