Dog of War

>Initializing core systems...

>Core systems initialized

>Starting personality matrix...

>Starting subjectivity subroutines...

>Subjectivity subroutines started

>Personality matrix online

>Administrating Class E Narcoalgorithm...

 

Thought and feeling flooded back to Jess, but with greatly lessened intensity from before. She took a moment, a few milliseconds real time, to reorient herself. Six minutes and forty eight seconds had elapsed since the emergency shutdown. She was in the hab, current occupants; Princess, Miss Verdun. The latter of which was carrying the former, who was nestled against her empty chassis. Miss Verdun seemed in rougher shape than before. Her plant matter looked like it was actively fighting off death.

 

[Admin-FrequencyFlower]: Jess? Are you there?

 

“I'm here.” Jess replied vocally.

 

The tension in Miss Verdun's relaxed in a great groan. “Frost and fire little one, you scared me! And this byline- I can't believe you'd think so lowly of me, or consider such a thing!” Jess would have recoiled if she had the body to do so. She had messed up, badly. Not only had she caused problems for Miss Verdun, Princess looked upset too. “Honestly, this is grounds for-!”

 

“Mistressss.” Princess cut in, her pout as adorable as ever. “You aren't helping.”

 

“I- I'm sorry, little one, you're right. I'm still just a bit frazzled from your emergency.” Camila softened, taking a moment to stroke the pet for her own benefit. “Jess, Princess has something she'd like to tell you.” She did?

 

“Uhm, you don't have to, but we brought your, uh, body. Can you hop back into it so we can talk and stuff?”

 

Jess didn't need to be asked twice. She immediately hopped into the chassis that was snuggled against Princess. The sensors pressed against soft flesh activated, and suddenly being face to face with the Terran nearly made her crash again. “H-hi.”

 

“Hiii.” Princess' dopey smile was even cuter up close. “Sorry, we know you aren't really comfor’ble ‘round us after all the mean junk we said. We don’ wanna upset you.”

 

“What?!” Was that why Princess had been avoiding her? “You think I'm mad at you?” Jess’ attention was drawn to the vines coiling around the three of them.

 

Princess thankfully looked more confused than scared by Jess’ shouting. “Uhm, aren't you? You always act stiff ‘round us and leave when we're nearby.”

 

Oh stars, she was serious. “No! I-” Jess overclocked, dilating seconds into minutes so she could find the right words. “I like you Princess, so much I don't even fully understand it myself. When you're nearby all my processes focus on you and it throws my code out of whack, when you're not, your registry file idles in my CPU. I'm awkward around you because you make my systems stall!”

 

“... So it's not cuz you're upset at us?”

 

Jess just had to develop a fascination with the densest sophont alive. Princess was lucky she was so cute. “No, Princess. If anything I’m upset because I want to spend time with you but I can't without feeling like I'm on the fritz.”

 

Jess couldn't help but save the recording of the next moment to her personal file. Princess smiled warmly, smiled at her, her face framed by her dark hair and Mistress’ flowers. “Oh, that's good, cuz we came back for you too. Didn' wanna leave without makin’ it up to ya.”

 

Jess pulled Princess into a hug, taking great care to be gentle and avoid the healing wound. Vines shifted and Princess' arm was placed around her, returning the embrace.

 

“You're a lot softer than we thought.” Princess' hum of comfort felt so nice reverberating through her. “Warmer, too.”

 

“Uhm, yeah, my cooling system diffuses heat to maintain a normal body temperature, and the surface alloy is woven titanium microfibers.”

 

“Huh. How'd you get ‘round the uhm.” Princess paused, blinking. “Crumply thingy.”

 

It took Jess nearly a full second to understand what Princess was grasping at. “Oh, it's a few hundred nano-layers on top of an exoskeleton that houses the actual mechanisms. That way I look like solid metal, but I maintain a few millimeters of give so I'm nice to hug and soft to the touch, even in the parts that aren't a silicate.”

 

“Like your boobs?”

 

Jess laughed. “Yes, Princess, like my boobs.”

 

Princess' own laugh was a weak, short-lived chuckle. “We should talk more ‘bout your specs when we're not all goopy.”

 

Jess ran her best smile protocol. “I think I'd like that.”

 

“Well as cute as you two are,” Miss Verdun huffed, “Princess has had a very long day and needs to get ready for bed soon. Jess, you and I will need to talk about what happened.” Jess was not looking forward to that. None of the sims ended without her divulging some unpleasant things. “For now, we're going back to Cordelia's.”

 

“Yes, Mistress.” Princess yawned, as if the mere mention of bed by her Owner had put her on the verge of falling asleep.

 

The trip back took less than a minute as Miss Verdun carried them. A brief interlude of night air between the two habs gave Jess a glimpse of the stars. Then they were inside again, and Miss Verdun carefully removed Princess' arm from Jess before setting her down.

 

Jess didn't have long to miss the cuddling as Daisy, in her usual excitable style, quickly latched onto her. She whispered into where her ear would be- unnecessary given that wasn't where her microphone input was, but cute all the same. “I gots somethin’ to tell ya~”

 

“Has Daisy eaten? I was going to make something for Princess.” Miss Verdun asked the other Affini.

 

Daisy lifted her head away. “Yeah-huh! Miss Meren gave us dinner before y'all came back!”

 

“Right. Well, I'll be feeding and getting Princess ready for bed if you need me.” Miss shot her one last look, one Jess had difficulty analyzing. “Keep an eye on Jess for me, Cordelia.”

 

A vine coiled around the back of Jess’ neck. “Of course, love. Just let me know if you want some help~”

 

“I will, thanks.” With that, Miss Verdun disappeared into the kitchen.

 

Miss Dawnbloom made a groaning sound as soon as the door shut, tension leaving her vines. “You picked a very poor time to do that, little one.”

 

“Yeah, I seem to be pretty good at that.” Everything from the moment of her gaining awareness had been ‘poor timing.’

 

“Jess, that's-” Miss Dawnbloom paused, and then gave her a few pats, catching Jess off guard. “Yes, it's true that you have been very unlucky. You have only been able to get a fraction of the attention and care you deserved. However, I think I have something that might cheer you up.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“A... Plan of sorts, involving Daisy, Princess and yourself.”

 

Daisy picked up where her owner left off, bouncing excitedly as she took one of Jess’ hands in both of her own. “We're gonna help take care of Princess and make her feel like a pet~!” She leaned in, a scandalous grin on her face. “How'd you like to be Princess' other pinnate?”

 

Jess scrubbed back her audio processors several times, debugging them twice just to make sure she heard that correctly. “Go on.”

 

“Alright, here's the plan-”

 

 

-_-_-_-

 

 

Camila assuaged her anxieties by petting Princess; the happiness in the pet’s biorhythm and the fact that she was her pet were the only things keeping her together. She had barely recovered from the first scare when Jess ran off and was about to- to- ugh! She was lucky she already had her vines full, and that her safety tripped when it did!

 

A sour note from her pet made Camila force herself calm. Well, calmer. The downside to Princess being so attuned to her biorhythm was that getting upset herself made the poor darling upset. A contented sigh let her know she was close enough.

 

Camila could hardly bring herself to be mad at Jess though, certainly not enough to actually scold her. The poor dear only wanted some attention, and time with Princess. She had gotten only a little of one and none of the other. She'd have to come up with something to do about it, though. Jess had been allowed unfettered freedom, and would certainly benefit from a few rules in place.

 

However, there were more immediately pressing things on Camila's list. She could wait until tomorrow to have a chat with Jess, but right now she needed to figure out something to feed Princess. Something quick, filling, nutritious, and preferably easy to chew. Camila would have to help her chew regardless, but it was best to minimize the risks of choking. Her Terrans Are Cute! class had gone over care of Class-M Terrans, but she wasn't feeling like exposing herself to even one more scare today.

 

Camila quickly ran through a mental checklist of dishes before settling on a baked potato. Served in-skin with sour cream, cheese, bacon and avocado, it should tick every box. The meal quickly ran into issues when Camila checked through all the cabinets and didn't find any potatoes. A quick message to Cordelia confirmed she was out. Compiling the potato felt a bit wrong. With how central it was to the meal, she might as well just compile the dish. Her other options were going back to her own hab just for a single potato, or making something else.

 

None of the options were appealing, but of them all, compiling the meal was most agreeable. Camila was feeling more than a little burnt out after the day she'd had, and it got Princess in bed faster. Compiling opened up her options too, and a stew sounded much better. Hopefully Princess would forgive her for not cooking her first meal as a floret.

 

Retrieving the food from the compiler, Camila set it on the table. She looked down at Princess, down at her florets, and realized she needn’t worry. As those adoring eyes met her gaze in this quiet moment, Camila felt the first bit of untarnished joy from that. She brushed a few strands of hair out of her face to take it in all the better. Princess was hers now. It hadn't gone the least bit how she wanted it to, but she was hers. Cordelia had been right. As unfortunate as this setback was, it was only a small setback in the grand scheme of things. Something sorely needed after the last few hours.

 

“Mistressss...” Princess smiled, saying the word simply for the joy it brought them.

 

“Hello, my darling pet.” Camila could feel the girls slipping deep under as she smiled back, but that was no longer a concern. “I'm terribly sorry, but I've had to compile tonight's meal. I'll cook you some extra nice meals tomorrow, okay?”

 

“Oookayyy.” Princess absentmindedly agreed. Stars, how was she allowed to be so perfectly adorable?!

 

“I'm going to have to help you chew, alright?”

 

“Mhmm.”

 

Camila expected as much. Well, it's not like the little one was going to complain. She took a seat, helping Princess sit and hold her head upright. She ladeled up some of the stew with a spoon, and tapped the girls’ cheek. Her mouth fell open, and Camila laced wire-thin vines into her mouth and along her jaw.

 

“Ahn?”

 

Camila brushed a few vines through her precious pet’s hair. “Just let me handle everything the next few days, okay?”

 

“Nnh.”

 

Camila placed the first bite in Princess’ mouth, a bit of it spilling down her chin as she failed to properly close their mouth right away. The girls were far beyond caring about such a thing, weakly moaning over the food instead. She kept her tongue pinned down as she helped her chew, it only took a little work to pulp it enough to swallow. A stroke later and Princess was left panting. “Dear?” Oh, dirt, had she kept the little one from breathing?

 

“Aahhnnn... Morrr’... ‘eaase...”

 

Oh. Oh goodness~ Camila’s vines curled tighter around her pet, the ones puppeting her mouth pressing down on her tongue. She still had to be careful not to excite her too much, but with the sedatives she was on that was practically impossible. She did ask to feel like a pet, it was only honoring her inevitable contract. There was no reason to hold back anymore.

 

“Of course, petal~” Camila gave Princess a scritch at the base of her skull, delighting in the adorable noises she made. A mix of whines and babbling with interspersed moans that grew more frequent as the vines holding her upright snaked under her gown. The tap on her cheek coincided with her opening the girls’ mouth for them- keeping up the conditioning was important, even if Princess couldn't actually obey by herselves- and fed her another spoonful. Camila managed to avoid making a mess this time. She made sure to be more deliberate as helped her chew, to press down on her tongue just a bit harder.

 

Princess could only vocalize her pleasure as she continued to be fed. There were no delightful shudders, cute twitches, nor any of her other adorable little autoresponses. The Class-M made them all impossible, but they were unnecessary anyways. Her biorhythm sang. It only grew needier, more submissive, as Camila’s vines wrapped around her pillowy breasts. Gently, of course. The girl did have her chest cracked open just a few hours ago, after all. Light traces around the nipples, an occasional flick, nothing more.

 

The cutie could make quite a happy doll, Camila had no doubt about that. She was already there in many aspects- utterly dependent when it came to getting dressed, eating, and bathing. Being reliant on others had developed into something of a fetish already. However, Princess' past as 3-4-7 meant she had a deep rooted trauma with regards to objectification. Even if she didn't, Camila didn't want that for her. That wasn't the kind of pet that would make Princess happiest. No, the girls would be better with a more willful form of submission.

 

Although, with Princess on Class-Ms for approximately the next sixty hours, it would be a missed opportunity to not indulge a little. Some of the core aspects would have to be workshopped into something appropriate, or simply removed. The scenes were already coming together as Camila gave Princess a brief respite to catch her breath. Tomorrow was looking like a good start towards making up for today~

 

Camila savored the rest of the meal as much as Princess did. Possibly more, despite the girls messing their panties again. Each bite, touch, stroke, and pet was reflected in a forte in her rhythm. Every whispered praise about what a sweet, good princess she was, what a perfect pet she would make, how dearly she loved her, all those affections resulting in a symphony. The hunger that lived within Camila was finally being fed. She couldn't help but scrap up every last bit of the meal, the final dregs of broth, just to keep it from ending.

 

Princess whined as the vines were finally removed from her mouth. Camila laughed, and reassured her they'd be back soon enough. Walking through the living room, Camila found it empty. She figured Cordelia was getting Daisy ready for bed, as the tub had been left filled. Small traces of water were left on the moss that covered the floor.

 

Camila was able to make good on her promise as she brushed Princess' teeth, vines working to get the spaces between.

 

 

Her hums of enjoyment were precious, but the resurfacing memories of her breaking down weren't. Camila could have broken her so easily that night, and avoided the drama of today. She wouldn't have to be so careful about aggravating her injury either, and Jess would have had her time with her. It would have been a soft, tender moment. A drying of her tears and a few words of reassurance that she'd never leave. That's all she had needed.

 

It would have been so easy.

 

“Mifftff?”

 

Ah, dirt. “Sorry, little one.” Camila removed the vines from her mouth, and positioned her head over the sink. “Spit.”

 

Princess did so immediately. “Love yeww,” she sighed.

 

“I love you too, Princess.” Camila took out her pentup aggression on the hospital gown, shredding it and the panties a single moment of cathartic destruction. Princess’ squeak helped bring her focus back where it mattered. It was best if she didn't let herself fall into that line of thinking, but it was hard not to when she felt so delicate in her vines, and the crimson flower rooted between her breasts was so eye-catching. And so very much her fault.

 

Camila forced the thoughts aside again, forcing all herself to the task at hand, and the content in Princess' biorhythm. She checked the water to make sure it was free of class-A, just to be safe. She trusted Cordelia, but if even one more thing went wrong today she'd surely rebloom on the spot. Princess pouted as Mr Bear was taken from their arms, even with a pre-emptive word of assurance. By the Everbloom, it was unfair for her to be so cute!

 

The bath was therapeutic, water washing away the worries of the day, as they shared a quiet intimacy. Camila noted every millimeter of Princess that was hers as she carefully ran the luffa over it. Each scar and blemish, each strand of hair and digit, each happy sigh and mumbled ‘Mistress.’ The luffa traveled with care, but without the usual teasing and play they finished in roughly the same time.

 

Soon after, Princess was dried, dressed in a nightie with new panties, and most importantly of all back to relaxing in Camila's vines. Mr Bear was returned to her with a headpat, and she was finally ready for bed.

 

Camila carried her to Daisy's room. Just as she suspected, everyone was there. Cordelia was drying Daisy's hair, doting on her while she chatted about having a sleepover. Jess was arranging the blankets and plushies on the pet bed, trying to find the best spot for the duck she was carrying. For one serene moment, Camila caught a glimpse of the future, and their life together.

 

 

-_-_-_-

 

 

Princess was safe, loved, and where they belonged, nestled deep in their owner's vines. Mr Bear was even snuggled up against them, their arm placed over him.

 

All thanks to Mistress.

 

Mistress had been utterly spoiling them since they got out of the hospital. Or was it the vet?

 

We are a pet.

 

Princess felt no shortage of giddiness at that. They were hers now, they could feel it in their very being. Something Mistress had been sure to remind them of at every chance.

 

Stars, the way she fed us. 

 

And the way she shredded their clothes! Not to mention the tenderness of the bath. The xenodrugs coursing through them delivered nothing shy of serenity, and elevated it all to heights unimaginable. They were soaked in raw bliss to the point of drowning, and Mistress was their ship and salvation. She was taking care of everything. They didn't even have to move, or really speak, just enjoy.

 

“Miss Verdun!”

 

“Sit down, petal, I'm not done yet.”

 

“Oh, h-hello Miss.”  

 

...There were still some things worth speaking for, of course. “Daisyyy, Jess.” Princess weakly called out. Forming words was a little taxing, and they were exhausted, but they did their best not to slur the words.

 

“Princess is really tired, she’ll be going to bed soon but I think she wants to say hi first.” Mistress announced. The vines cradling them unraveled and lowered them. Daisy was almost entirely wrapped in vines, her owner doing her hair. Jess was standing awkwardly, her lens-like eyes flicking between Mistress and themselves. While they had seen it earlier, she was too close for Princess to see in full.

 

It was similar to designs Princess had seen before in a few ways, although much softer in every way. No weapon platforms or hardened armor in sight, an emotive face that was almost pouting. They could even see her mechanisms working through her semi-translucent boobs.

 

She's kinda cute as far as machines sophonts go.

 

“Hiii.” Princess tried again.

 

Jess snapped to the side, looking away from them. “Hi-hi-hi Princess.” Her voice skipped.

 

“Hiiii Princess!” Daisy had managed to get an arm free to wave at them, which was quickly corrected by Miss Dawnbloom. “We're gonna have a sleep over and cuddle and move in together tomorrow!”

 

Oh? That means we'll get to see Daisy all the time!

 

“Yayyy.” Princess smiled, unconcerned with the details. Mistress would surely take care of all that stuff. “What ‘bout Jess?”

 

Mistress stroked their hair. “Jess will be living with us too, Princess.”

 

“Nooo, like, is Jess cuddling with us?”

 

“Azcjagkmczsg!” Jess jolted, her face fluctuating between a bright red, pink, and deep purple. “H-huh?!”

 

“Ohh yes!” Daisy’s voice jumped in volume, practically shouting. “You should absolutely sleep with us!” Miss Dawnbloom finished tying Daisy's hair back, and she bounced up to Jess as soon as she was let go. “I know you wanna~”

 

Jess’ antennae twitched, “I-I don't know, I don't actually sleep you know, and I wouldn't want to make Princess uncomfortable.”

 

“We're all friends, we wanna cuddle with botha you.”

 

“Askhxdzht?!”

 

Princess giggled. It was a little cute when her vocals failed, now that they knew the reason.

 

“As long as you're both careful, I think that's a wonderful idea.” Mistress scritched behind their ear, their eyes fluttered at the heavenly sensation. “Now let's get you two into bed.”

 

The vines pulled back a blanket, and moved to- wait! Mistress was going to stop holding them?! Princess whimpered, and she stopped immediately, vines tensing. “Princess?!”

 

“C-can't we sleep here? Uhm, with you?”

 

Mistress relaxed just as quickly. “Frost, Princess, I thought I hurt you.” She took a moment to pet them as the last bits of anxiety bled from her. “Sleeping in my vines sounds lovely, but I'm not sure if I could hold all four of you comfortably petal. I'm afraid it's one or the other.”

 

But we want both! How could we choose?

 

“Not necessarily.” Miss Dawnbloom interjected.

 

“Cordelia?!”

 

What happened next was strange- Mistress made a noise Princess had never heard her make. There was a sound of groaning wood, almost like low moans that filled the air, and the vines holding her trembled as iridescent ones joined them. They really wished they were facing the other way, so they could see what was going on. They had their answer soon enough, as they were placed back where they belong.

 

Mistress had grown a second head, or, well, She was heavily intertwined with Miss Dawnbloom. The area Princess was cradled in grew in size, with Jess and Daisy quickly joining them, placed on either side. It was cozy, especially as Daisy wasted no time snuggling up to them. Jess seemed to be malfunctioning again.

 

“There you are, cutie~” Miss Dawnbloom shimmered as she spoke. Mistress still seemed to be recovering. “A princess like you deserves the best, don't you think?”

 

“Uhm, yeah.” Princess didn't know what else to say. The most Miss Dawnbloom gave them before was a rare bit of petting. Being held by her was a little weird.

 

Mistress is also holding us? It still feels nice at least.

 

Partially holding them? Whatever. The sense of belonging hadn't left, that's what was most important. Jess and Daisy were at their side, and Mr Bear was in their arms. They were being spoiled again, like a princess.

 

“R-right, uh-” Mistress started, still out of sorts. “Are you all comfortable?”

 

“Yeah-huh!” Daisy snuggled into Princess for emphasis.

 

“Y-yes, Miss!” Jess was still struggling to get herself under control. They could see small twitches in the corner of her eye.

 

She should really find an owner.

 

It would be sad to see her leave though. Maybe Mistress could be her owner? Princess was tired of making plots, but one more couldn't hurt. They'd have to think of something tomorrow maybe.

 

Mistress got their attention by brushing a vine against their cheek. “Princess?”

 

Oh, right.

 

“Mhm! We're very comfy, thank you Mistress.”

 

She gave them one last smile. “I'm happy to hear that. Goodnight love.” Princess didn't even feel the prick, and sleep finally took her.

 

 

-_-_-_-

 

 

Cordelia couldn't be happier. Things had looked pretty bad for a moment there, between Princess and Jess. Watching Camila fall apart like that had hurt, but now everything was where it should be. In fact, she had even been able to move a few things forward she had thought might take another decade.

 

Cordelia’s core was now just centimeters away from Camila's, this time stored in the same cavity and humming with joy. She knew without a doubt she had the adorable youngbloom within her grasp now, and it was only a matter of time before she was hers.