The pitch, dear reader, is 'cumthirsty plantgirls femdomming and gaslighting a guy with pheromonal pollen into turning into a chronically masturbating pervert pet who gets off on shame'.
So, yeah, there's minds being controlled. There's a character unsure as to what's real and what's a dream, complete with gaslighting. There's a lot of fluid talk and cum fixation. There's LOTS of humiliation and exhibitionism. I don't know what got into me, I just...y'know those people who speak in tongues? It's like that, I was channeling the divine spirit of my fetishes through my writing.
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The Kirayn female raised an eye tendril. "You sure you wanna do this? Three weeks with a ship full of plantgirls?"
Riley bit back a retort. This was the third flunky who had tried to warn him about taking the job offer on the Enveloped Lilac, and he was getting frustrated having to repeat himself.
"Listen, I'm a Class 3 Bioengineer. Fully licensed on heterodox FTL drives, H3 systems, and xenocultural contact. And I'm all paid up on union dues." He tapped the tablet again, pointing to his credentials, which floated around the top.
The insectoid didn't look convinced. Though, admittedly, it was difficult to read the facial features of someone with an exoskeleton. He'd spent most of his time in this sector with the Shareeakk, whose combination of flailing pseudolimbs and rapid colour changing carapaces were a little too expressive. Riley was unsure if the Kirayn was deploying dry wit or was just not impressed by his bonafides.
"But you're a Mammal, right? Why would you want a ride on a Florana ship."
"What? Mammals can't ride in plant ships? That's a bit of an old-fashioned way of thinking." When she didn't take his bait, he elaborated. "The Lilac is taking a quicker route back to Earthspace than I can get anywhere else. Three standard weeks versus two standard months. I got my dough. I wanna head back home."
She pricked a dextrous foretendril on the tablet, scrolling to the left until she found the itinerary. "You sure you wanna spend three ten-days with the greenies? You know the stories."
He made a face. "I've had it on good authority that those are just old scavver's tales. Plenty of mammalians out here say they've worked with Florana and none of them mention turning into braindrained thralls."
With a long, wet exhale, the last barrier standing between him and his new ship handed the tablet back with an 'all-clear' sticker on the file.
"Remember that I warned you."
***
With his duffel on his shoulder, he made his way to the airlock. In truth, he'd heard just as many warnings as he'd had people dispelling them. But...if the rumours were true...he had to try it out.
His obsession with the Florana had begun when he'd spotted the most peculiar flower resting in a vase at one of the dive bars on Kulgaara Station. In a room that smelled of stale beer and three species of piss, its walls slowly rotting from neglect and full to the brim of people whose lives had hit the skids, it stood as a singular moment of beauty. He'd stared at it for an hour, breathing in its amazing aroma, before he bothered asking what it was, where it had come from.
Apparently, it had come from a Florana vessel. They grew the things. Not just the flower, but the whole ship! He'd worked on ships with biotech parts before. Shareeakk reactor coolant systems had more in common with cardiopulmonary organs than any power plant he'd ever seen. But the chance to examine a fully grown starship was truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
And, he had to admit, there was another reason. If he was being honest, the real reason: he'd heard the Florana were total sluts. Like, always down to fuck, 100% freaks in bed to a woman. Or femme-adjacent subgender. He wasn't quite sure how it worked, but they seemed to like female pronouns on the whole. And he liked girls. He Really liked girls. So an entire ship full of sexed up plantgirls who were Down To Fuck sounded like a vacation cruise, not a work trip!
The stories about their pollen had given him pause. Apparently, mammalian life had unpredictable reactions to it. Some didn't notice it at all, some went into full anaphylactic shock...and some became totally subservient pets. And there was no way to tell unless you tested yourself. He had an ace up his sleeve, however.
At the Coreward Departure Lounge, he searched for his gate. Sure enough, there was a gorgeous plantlady standing at the airlock, her cute little button nose buried in a tablet. She wore the skintight and skimpy uniform her kind preferred. Shorts, top, and shoes mostly. Unprofessional to most races, the exposed skin allowed for photosynthesis in proper lighting. Just the thought of being around a space ship of plant nymphos who dressed like that all the time was enough to make him dizzy!
He ducked into a less crowded corner of the Lounge and withdrew a small hypo full of antihistamine. A tech he paid off had told him it'd make him immune to the pollen's effects. And he'd had enough stored in his bags to make the whole three week journey. That meant three weeks of pure erotic encounters with none of the embarrassing loss of willpower. He'd be a fool not to!
Gathering up his never, he approached the Florana. Outwardly, they appeared to be feminine Humanoids. Standing around 5 feet tall, they sported gorgeous leafy petals in vivid colours instead of hair. This one's were a vivid purpley blue, like an iris from Earth.
"Hello? I'm the Human who'll be earning my passage on this trip," he said, offering a hand. The Florana looked up from her tablet. When she spoke, he couldn't help but notice both her mouth and tongue were glowing an iridescent green!
"Oh! When I saw your species listed on the manifest, I thought it was a typo. You're more than welcome! But..." She looked to the left and right, then leaned in theatrically. "You know what effect our pollen has on some of your kind, yes?"
He nodded. "Oh, I've no doubt. But I'm strong willed. I can manage."
She gave him a shake of her head, then took his offered hand. "Well, if you think you're up to it, welcome aboard! My name's Nala. Let's get you settled in!"
***
The inner airlock dilated, allowing the pair entry into a strange vessel. The walls were organic, almost like leaves grown in a cylindrical shape. On closer inspection, the material was fibrous, and he could feel it pulse when he pressed his hand to it. Growing from the ceiling at regular intervals were these luminous floral 'bulbs'. Light-flowers, they were descriptively called. He didn't quite understand the biology of it, but they produced enough pseudo-sunlight for the Florana to passively metabolize instead of an actual star.
