Dog of War

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“Mx Amaryllis? There's something that needs your attention,” announced Salix, Viola’s second in command, as he entered faer quarters.

 

Viola didn't look up from the ashes fae was reconstructing into paper documents. There was so much work to be done. “Oh? If another volunteer is having trouble with the bodies, reassign them or get Spica to handle it. She should be available and is much better at it than I.”

 

“Do you have time to review a significant find?”

 

That got Viola’s attention. There was little that escaped the Xenoarcheobureaucracy, but Princess had been very thorough, and progress was slow. With the time it took to shelter the site from the planetoid's eternal storm, it had barely even begun. Fae lived for The Hunt, but a breakthrough would be most welcome. “What is it?”

 

“It's a body, separate from the rest, and it's got something with it. Scans suggest a hard drive. An intact hard drive.” Salix passed over his pad, showing the location. He had Viola’s attention, now he had faer undivided interest. This raised so many questions! Who was this sophont? Why were they buried so far from the rest? It was the only body not in the mass grave, and just based off of the snow they were in, it looked like they were probably buried! And quite possibly with all the information they were looking for?! “Have you excavated the body yet?”

 

“We're working on it, we've been trying to sift through the snow in case we miss anything. Do you want the team to hurry it up?”

 

“No, every square centimeter of permafrost is to be scanned and logged. I will not risk missing even one piece of ash just to get answers a few hours sooner.” This wasn't the first expedition Viola had led, and she knew that nothing good came from haste in these matters. “Keep me updated, and let me know when I can investigate.”

 

“Of course, Mx Amaryllis.” With that, Salix left.

 

Viola stood in silence for a moment, alone with faer thoughts. It wasn't faer first dig, but it never got any easier when it came to dealing with dead sophonts, and there were so many. From the records they had reconstructed, what was on site was only a fraction, too. Telling faerself that documenting it immortalized them in paperwork could only dull the ache in faer core so much. Especially when so much suffering was apparent in what they had uncovered.

 

Perhaps fae should take a break.

 

It had been days since Viola arrived, since fae so much as hesitated, and the containers of matched ashes weren't going anywhere. If the scans were true, fae’d likely only be creating redundancies. A few hours of faer time could be spared for some rest.

 

 

Viola awoke to knocking. Fae quickly composed faerself and answered the door to find Salix. “Is it ready?” Fae asked.

 

Salix nodded. “The body is currently being examined, I made sure its resting place was well cataloged. You can find the scans and pictures in the site’s working archive under its marker.”

 

“You didn't get me?”

 

“You were resting, and we both know you needed it.” Salix shrugged. “However, I do have something I think you'll like.” With that, he pressed a small box into Viola’s vines.

 

Viola immediately forgot faer wounds, turning it over in careful excitement. It was small, perfectly sealed, and clasped close. Opening it revealed one of greatest prizes fae had ever encountered in all faer blooms as a xenoarcheobureaucrat—not just a hard drive, but a handwritten note.

 

If you found this, you probably have some questions as to what happened here. After a lot of thought, we figured leaving some answers behind was for the best. Guess we couldn't let the past slip quietly into the darkness . This man was the reason for all that happened here. Seemed right he got to rest with them. We're not much for words, so hopefully this airtight antistatic box and this frozen hell keep this hard drive in good condition. It's got all the information you could want.

 

• 3-4-7

 

Viola would have squealed if it wasn't so morbid.  By the Everbloom, fae could feel her anguish! Fae was going to pet Princess until her brains leaked out her ears the moment fae got back to Cassius. After destroying everything she could, she gift wraps it?! Fae wondered if Camila would be willing to share after all. Between this and the coin, fae was regretting not fighting for the cutie a little harder. “Have you looked at the contents?”

 

“Just enough to confirm that the drive is intact.”

 

“I'll start right away.” Viola turned back to faer desk, gently moving the reconstruction work to the side for now. It was still important, and would need to be done eventually, but as the Terrans would say, there were larger chickens to fly.

 

Salix nodded, “I’ll go make sure the Affini working on the main gravesite take a break.” He was a fine xenoarcheobureaucrat, and a true credit to the local branch. He could use a floret though; he was far too serious for a fourth bloom.

 

Again, the chickens. It would have to wait. Viola hooked up the hard drive, and faer pad was soon flooded with a deluge of files. Faer first action was to upload them all. Fae could recover data from the drive even if it was shattered, but eliminating all risk was top priority. Then, Viola began to do faer job.

 

The files were well organized, most needing only updated tagging to be logged. They contained a true bounty of information—the details of the three generations, purpose of each line, and their iterations. Their genetic makeup and the methodology, the conditioning they went through, the subliminal education. Viola even uncovered Princess' exact file, saving it to send to Camila. There were some absolutely adorable pictures of her in her gestation tank!

 

All of them contained horrors, outright or coached in softer terms. ‘Unit failed to meet standards after retraining and was decommissioned,’ was written in Princess' predecessor’s file just as plainly as the line explaining when they had been released from their tank. The collars, the experiments, the sales receipts of custom-made soldiers. It looked like Princess might have a few living ‘siblings’ after all! Though, they never actually stayed at the Company, going straight to the buyer and never being a ‘unit,’ so she may not recognize them as such. It was a testament to her character that she had come from such a bleak origin and was able to find happiness so quickly.

 

As ubiquitous as the atrocities was the Director’s digital stamp. Nothing went on at the Company without his approval. Tangible information on him was non-existent, aside from the fact that the role had changed hands at some point when the previous one died. Viola knew what the note had meant now. Pulling up the medical examination of the man that had been buried with the box and cross referencing identifying features with the greater database, fae had faer answer. Jack Fox, went missing sometime 2529, pronounced dead a few years later. A perfect—

 

No, wait, something was off. The DNA was an exact match, but there were a few minor discrepancies. The fingerprints weren't an identical match, the scarring was intentional and the dental records of the body showed signs of tampering.

 

This wasn't the real Director.

 

Viola heard The Hunt calling.

 

-_-_-_-

 

 

Nick’s head felt like it had been squeezed through a tube, both ways at the same time. Not bad, just extremely goopy, as if every thought were buried in a thick, visc-viskus? Thick and sticky slime as she stirred in the soft bed. Wait, she? Was that right? ‘He’ made her wince. And when did she get in bed? The last thing Nick remembered was... was...

 

She couldn't remember what exactly, but there were impres-inpres—bits and pieces. A ship, plants, a face, a knife, and a lot of vines. Did the nice weeds get her?

 

A giggle escaped Nick's lips as she felt super relaxed all of a sudden, it was all tingly in her spine! Sitting up, it seemed like ‘she’ was right anyways—she had rockin’ titties and a body to match! She couldn't help but feel all giddy about how hot she was. No, no something was off, wasn't it? It was, uhm—dirt, it was difficult to think and her boobies felt so nice. Actually, everything felt super nice! The bed was sooo cumfor-comfer—comfy and floofy and fuzzy and soft, just like she was. The cage on her clitty getting all nice and tight at random, making her gasp. And the way her tongue ached so sweetly. Stars, it felt lonely.

 

Oh, that's what was wrong! Her mouth was empty!

 

Nick looked around for something to help—there was a tablet, that could be handy for figuring some junk out but it wasn't gonna help with her problem. There was some kinda bee person plushie—which she somehow knew was called snuggles—that she had been sleeping with, but she didn't wanna get him wet with her saliva. There wasn't really a lot around in the cozy cage. There were straps attached to the corners that could maybe work, but those weren't for pets’ mouths.

 

The thought made Nick bite her lip and shudder, something about it felt sooo niceys. Was she a pet? She was in a cage—two cages actually—and there was a collar on her neck with a tag hanging from it. Plus ‘pet’ just felt right! Sucking on the leather straps didn't seem fun anyways, she'd just have to find something else to fill her mouth. There wasn't a whole lotta stuff in the cage though, just blankets and pillows and that other stuff she already looked at! She whined as her mouth started to demand it be filled, there had to be something!

 

In a fit of despa-desper—Nick started going through the blankets. There was a soft thud against her pillow and she squealed when she saw the large dildo. It musta slipped out when she was sleeping! The feel of the thick plastic filling her mouth was deffo the missing piece of the puzzle, she could finally think about other junk now. Like, it would be nice if her mouth was even fuller, to the point her jaw was straining and she couldn't breathe, or if it was going down her throat to the point it was tickling her lunch, but, uhm—what was she thinking about again?

 

Dirt, it felt good to have the fake cock in her mouth. Nick hadn't known just how empty it had been until it wasn't anymore! If only it was the real thing. It was weird though, she couldn't remember having the real thing even as she longed for the way it twitched and swelled and rewarded her. Oh yah, that was it, she couldn't remember stuff! Like why she was safe and cozy in a cage that she recognized as hers or why having tits felt as awesome as it did new. Maybe once she figured it out she could find a real cock to suck. Or anything really, it didn't matter what it was as long as she was being made to take it. There was nothing like being used.

 

Nick looked through the blankies again to find the tablet that had gotten lost in them, grabbing snuggles as she did. The screen turned on, showing a few little pictures—two speech bubbles, a play button, a camera, and a plant person that nick immedi-emade—she knew her! It was Mistress! How could she forget Mistress?! She tapped the icon right away, Mistress would know how to help!

 

The chat log made nick frown as much as she could with her mouth occupied. Why the heck were there squiggles and junk where the words were supposed to go?! At least there were lots of nice pictures, mostly of a Terran either snuggling with an Affini or pointing at her mouth. Tapping the message area brought up even more! she chose one with a sad and confused Terran and a bubble with with a similar looking drawing popped up, except it was ani-ana— moving now. It made a funny ‘Bloop’ sound! nick tapped it a few more times but it didn't make another bubble.

 

There was another bloop as one came in a bit later, and the pad started speaking! “Oh dear, it looks like your implant is causing a bit of trouble. I'll be home soon, be a good girl for me and just play with your toys until then, okay?” It was Mistress' voice! Stars, it was so nice to hear her, even if she was a weed. She was going to be home soon! Attached was a picture of snuggles, the pad, and the dildo she was already sucking.

 

nick pressed the heart button a few times, and each one worked! A funny bloopy bubble with a moving and cartoony Terran snuggling into Mistress with hearts floating and popping above their head showed up. It made her feel all super giggly again! That it was probably supposed to be her made it even betterer!

 

“I love you too, petal.”

 

Statis-satif—happy now, nick pressed the back button. she used a hand to lazily pump the dildo in and out while she thought about what to do next. The cage and straps were not for pets to play with, and she was definitely a pet. And a proud Terran! It didn't look like the door to the cage even had a way to unlock anyways. her Owner would probably let her out when She got home. Oo, maybe She'd give her a bigger toy and tie her in! That sounded fun. After clearing up the whole ‘what happened to her’ thing. None of this seemed right, but it all felt right? What was happening? She was pretty sure she didn't always sleep in a cage was just being silly again. Pets don't think for themselves!

 

nick moaned as warmth spread out from her spine, pressing the dildo in as deep as it'd go. It was so close to hitting that spot in her throat. Why'd Mistress leave her with such a small toy?! It was better than having her mouth be empty, but it didn't do much more than that! It was, like, teasing her almost! Playing with it was important though, so she kept at it. Oh, she should play with the other toys too!

 

nick gave snuggles a snuggle and tapped the play button on the tablet. It was all videos of Mistress! They only made nick miss Her more though, so she backed out after watching two. The ‘games’ button was similar, focusing largely on Mistress. The camera opened up to blackness, and it took a moment to figure out that it was facing out into the pillow it was laying on. Tapping the spinny button only made it shake, and there wasn't really anything to take a picture of, so she decided to try another button. The speech bubbles were probably chats with other sophonts, maybe one of them could help!

 

Tapping it took nick to a page full of those weird lines. Just looking at them made her head hurt, how was anyone supposed to find stuff when there weren't any words?! Angrily tapping one, the pad spoke, “Talk with Victoria? Long tap to confirm!”

 

Oh, the pad could just read for her! How handy!

 

nick pressed the line again for a little and another screen full of squiggles came up. Tapping a few lines she was able to find out a lot though! Apparently she had been really good at taking her knot! she didn't know where she would go with a knot, but it sounded fun! Bringing up the pictures, nick tapped the waving one and gave a little wave of her own at the cute cartoon Terran.

 

“Hey elle, what's up?” The voice was husky, but distinctly feminine. “Heard you were finally getting out and about again.”

 

nick tilted her head, who was elle? That sounded so familiar, but in a way that stuck to her chest. Oh, there was a tilty head picture! Perfect!

 

“Cute. And yeah I guess you wouldn't know. Hey, maybe you could ask your Mistress if you can come over soon? I know you aren't much for talkin’, but I miss that sweet mouth of yours.”

 

A blank square with a big red X popped up after. The tablet spoke again. “Sorry cutie, your Mistress has filtered that content!”

 

nick sent another tilty head, more confused than ever.

 

“Ah, right, my bad, I forgot. It's a picture of my cock, waiting for you.”

 

Cock?! nick moaned around the dildo at the thought of a real one as she humped the wadded blankets between her legs. Looking through, she found the most excitedest looking picture to send.

 

“Ha! Bet that got you goin’. Shit, who am I kidding, stupid bitch like you won't remember even if it does involve filling that mouth of yours. I'll ask my Mistress, I gotta see that cute little face all musk drunk again.”

 

nick moaned at the mean words, browsing for the best picture to send, when she felt Her, like a fire starting in her chest. Mistress was here! she sat up in her cage, looking towards its door. Mistress was here! Mistress was here! Mistress was here!

 

The cage was unlocked, and nick taken out of it. she whined when Mistress took away the dildo. “Awwh, sorry to interrupt your fun, cutie, but it looks like your haustorium is causing a bit of a mnemonic cascade as a result of the neural decay. In pet words, all your memories are scrambled together, and your silly little head is having trouble sorting them properly! I know you don't like talking, but I need to ask a few questions to pinpoint where it's originating, okay? I'll give you your normal gag after, and we can even go visit a friend if you want.”

 

nick nodded. she didn't really get most of that, but she got the important stuff—Mistress wanted to ask her stuff!

 

“First, cutie, what's my name?”

 

“Mistress!” Talking felt weird. It sounded weird too, like they hadn't done it in a long, long time. nick couldn't remember when she last did, but she used to talk a lot at some point, didn't she?

 

“That's right!” Mistress messed her hair, making nick moan and arch her back into the Hand. “And what do you tell sophonts that ask for your Owner's real name?”

 

“Bwuh?” Real name? Mistress was Mistress, wasn't she?

 

“I see... And what's your name?”

 

her name? she was suddenly not so sure anymore, but she only had one answer. “nick?”

 

That made Mistress unhappy. She didn't show it, but nick could feel it in her head, her chest, and her crotch. She said a buncha stuff in that flowery voice nick loved to not understand. People talk wasn't for pets. “Pronouns?”

 

“Wha? Whas a pronoun?” nick shrank in her vines—did she do something wrong? Why was Mistress so upset?

 

“Sorry, gender and what people use for you—he, she, they, it?”

 

“We're a girl, so she?” Was that right? nick didn't know anymore, she didn't know anything and Mistress was mad at her and—

 

“It's not your fault.” Raw and endless love drowned out everything as nick fell into the ocean that was her Owner. “Relax, I need to make a few adjustments.” she couldn't think of doing anything else, or think at all. Things moved, shifting about, so many little bubbles being popped. And time passed.

 

elle blinked awake. she was… in Mistress' vines? Last thing she knew she was falling asleep in her cage, but silly pets don't need to keep track of events, so she just yawned and stretched. “Hiii, Mistress.”

 

“Good morning, cutie~” Mistress tickled at her nose, making her giggle. “How are you feeling?”

 

“Good, but empty.” It was lame that her mouth didn't have anything in it, but that just meant it could be filled! “Really fuzzy too, and lightheaded?” It was like a whole buncha stuff had been taken out of her. Her head felt like a balloon, ready to float away.

 

Mistress' giggle was almost as cute as she was. “Don't worry, that's all normal after what you went through, and we'll fix that ‘empty’ problem soon.” Mistress played a finger over elle's lips, and she tried to lap at it, only for it to leave the second she did. she hoped She'd stick her fingers down her throat soon, those were the bestest. “We just need to go over a few things first.”

 

Mistress asked elle a buncha weird questions. she was just a silly mouth slut but they were easy even for her! Stuff like her name, and Mistress' name, and her training, and things about a few of the sophonts She loaned her out to. Mistress seemed really happy about all the answers she gave! She finally stuck her finger down her throat. “Good, good. Sorry cutie, there was a slight integration problem with the implant and your old memories. I had to scrub alllll that nasty stuff from before you were mine out of that cute little head of yours~Luckily, I was able to keep most of what remains of your education, and a few fundamentals. Some Affini may enjoy raising their little sprouts, but I prefer you like this.”

 

elle would laugh if she wasn't so busy sucking on Mistress' digit, what was She even talking about? elle had always been Mistress' pet and plaything and mouth slut! And she was supposed to be the silly one.

 

“I'm glad you agree.” Vines pulled elle's arms behind her, slipping her binders on and hooking a vine into her collar. “Now why don't we go visit Victoria?”

 

“Oo, please Mistress?” elle begged as she was set down. “Can we? I haven't had my mouth used all day!”

 

“Of course, cutie.” A sharp flower traced lazily up and down elle's arm. “But you know what going out means, don't you?”

 

“Yah-huh! ‘elle’s mouth is for everyone, but her eyes are only for Mistress!’”

 

“Good girl.” The needle sank in, and everything got all dark! A tap on her cheek got elle to open for the yummy gag Mistress was kind enough to let her use, and that itch on her throat finally went away. “Now let's go get you that treat~”