#spiralwritings

[littlemissspiraleyes]

An unfamiliar voice wakes me up. “Awwww, what a cute little pet!” it says.

I open my eyes and see two Affini crouching beside me. One of them reaches over and gently scratches the top of my head. I moan and lean into it. Miss Stami’s Class A are still in my system, it seems.

“How could anyone tie such a cutie to a tree like this?” The same voice says, coming from the Affini that’s now scrambling my brain with scritches. “Do you want me to untie you? Do you need to go for a walk?”

The other Affini gasps. “What if she’s been abandoned?” she says. She looks behind me at the pet bed and the empty feeding bowls. “I should call the local Floret Wellness Committee and have her owner domesticated over this!” She sounded really upset.

I give a soft ruff and bat at my collar with my biomodded paws, now useless for everything except looking as cute as possible. The upset Affini’s vines wrap around it, then around my name tag. The two lean in closer to read and I can almost feel their biorhythms pulsing in unison. It’s making me wanna lay down and let them handle it.

They let out a simultaneous “Awwww!” after a few seconds. The now not-upset Affini unclips my leash and picks me up. Excitement fills me. Being picked up by an Affini can only mean good things.

“Aren’t you just the most spoiled puppy?” She says, petting my belly. I bark. “So many Affini wanting to take care of you while your owner’s away, so you decide to let all of them? How greedy~” She smiles, showing her sharp thorn teeth. I look up at her with my biggest, roundest, saddest eyes. I don’t want any funishments. I’m still waking up.

“Well don’t worry, little cutie. We’ll help as well.” she says. I feel the needle slip painlessly in. Then another one. Then another. I’m sure there’s more after that but it’s getting so hard to focus when they both so pretty and their vines are soooo soft.

Dozens of vines from the two of them wrap around me and I realize that I’m not going to get any more sleep tonight.

[littlemissspiraleyes]

You know, my little flower, I think that I need a change. You’re just not acting like how I expected a pet to act. Don’t take this the wrong way, you’ve been perfectly obedient. I’m sure most other Affini would be happy with how you’ve been. I just need...more.

More devotion. More focus exclusively on me. You have your cute little hobbies and friends, but I’d rather be your whole world. I want nothing else to matter to you. Nothing else to take up space in your adorable little mind.

So, I have been talking with your vet, and I’ve decided that your spine friend will be giving you a maximum dosage of Class C’s from now on. A dosage that is tailored to react to my biorhythm. That way, you won’t be able to do anything, think anything, or act in any way beyond what I choose for you.

Oh, don’t cry, petal. I’m sure your friends will understand after they see how happy you are. And if not, well, it’s not like you’ll notice after the dosage begins. Honestly, I’m not even sure why I’m explaining this. The vet assured me that you won’t have any thoughts at all beyond adoration and worship of me after the first dose. I guess I just wanted to make sure that, if I decide to do otherwise, you’ll know why so much time has passed.

Well, that was rude of you. I thought I trained you better than that. Now I’m certain that this is the best course of action for you. In fact… there. All better?

Oh, look at how big your eyes are now. I’m already feeling better about this. Especially since I can see inside that head of yours and got to watch all those pesky other thoughts get washed away.

Now, isn’t this nice? Nothing in the world but your Mistress and her voice. No other thoughts than getting to bask in my presence. It’s so precious how your mouth hangs open now. I’ll be sure to get a biomod to handle the drooling, though.

[littlemissspiraleyes]

Petal, it's time for your Class G's. ... Aaaand some Class C's, Class N's, Class A's, and Class M's. Oops, did I forget to mention those before injecting you? Silly me. I just get so distracted by you cute you are and how I'm the luckiest Affini in the universe to have you. Oh, look at how you blush at that. Not that you can do anything else right now. But don't worry, I'll take good care of you~

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head so easily today! Giving you some time to recover then petting you again so they shoot back up is so much fun to watch. I could do it all day~

Don't worry, your haustorium will keep your silly little brain from getting too fried. I learned from last time. Though getting to rebuild you from the ground up was so much fun. You Terrans experience ego death so easily.

But I do miss the sounds you make. Here, let me fix that: Hab, play the compilation of my floret's best moans. The ten hour version. We have all the time in the world...

[littlemissspiraleyes]

Combat-Ready

Its pilot-body activated. It was spinning. It was falling through the open air. Threat assessment systems told it that it had 0.7 minutes to impact. It checked its flight logs. It had been inserted into its true-body 38 seconds ago. It checked its mission clock. This was not the designated mission start time. It checked its mission parameters. This was not the designated insertion point.

It activated its jets. It stabilized. Threat assessment systems told it that its new downward velocity was acceptable.

new parameters? It outputted. No response from Handler.

new objectives? It outputted. No response from Handler.

Friend or foe systems told it that a friendly vehicle was requesting support. It focused its optics on the target. Its drop ship was spinning and falling. There were multiple holes in it. One was in the mech bay. Another was in the engine. Its drop ship struck the earth. The request for support ended. No new parameters meant that the mission must continue without alteration. It flew towards the objective.

A final combat check was made when it entered the mission area. It registered numbness in its right arm and in the end of its left arm. It turned its optics to the left extremity and saw extensive damage to its left-side cannon. The weapon was non-functional. It looked at its right arm and saw an empty socket. A flash of memory: Its pilot-body looking down after its first surgery and seeing its arms and legs gone. It screamed then. It did not scream now. The second surgery fixed that. Friend or foe systems told it that enemy units, sub-type infantry ground transports, were entering combat range. Mission parameters stated that all enemy units were to be engaged. It increased its jet output.

It slammed into the first transport in the convoy at maximum speed. Target eliminated. Its true-body fed its pilot-body a chemical rush of positive reinforcement. Goosebumps and shivers covered its pilot-body.

thank you Handler. It outputted. No response from Handler.

It shook the remains of the transport off its true-body. The other transports were disembarking. An infantry unit held an Electromagnetic Pulse Cannon that was targeting it. It did not have time to evade.

A combat EMP at this range would kill the pilot-body. This had been designated by Handler as an unacceptable loss. It performed an emergency all-systems deactivation. Gravity reasserted itself on its pilot-body as its true-body fell backwards.

Darkness. Silence. Stillness. A hiss as the cockpit was opened. “Oh my god, is that the pilot?” an unfamiliar voice said.

“I guess so. I think she’s a woman but I’m not sure, what with all the wiring and shit in the way. Can you hear us?” a second voice said.

hearing check confirmed. pilot-body is combat-ready. It tried to output, but its transmission systems were offline. “They took...She doesn’t have any arms or legs!” the first voice said.

“Or eyes or mouth, it looks like. Look at how the tubes go into her face.” the second voice said.

It hears the cocking of a pistol. “It’d be a mercy to just kill her here. Look at what they did to her.” a third voice said. “Fucking evil pieces of shit.”

“Put that down.” a fourth voice said. “She’s a prisoner of war and we’re going to treat her like one. Just because they’re fucking monsters doesn’t mean that we get to do whatever we want.”

A thump next to it. “Help me cut all this wiring out of the way so we can pull her out.” the fourth voice said. There is a tug on its right leg socket. Then a squelch as one of its sensory inputs is pulled out incorrectly. The pain deactivates it.

[littlemissspiraleyes]

When Lush said she was coming over my mouth started watering. There was definitely something off about this. I‘ve been buzzing with excitement whenever she comes over. It wasn’t like this at the start.

She was kinda annoyingly forward, to be honest. Plus she’s not really my type. I’ve always liked my hook-ups smaller than me and too shy to say much. But she’s so tall. She’s wide for an Affini. She’s very flirtatious. She goes on and on about wanting a pet and talking about how cute her friends’ pets are, which might be the most annoying part of all. Both because she shows me very sexual pics of those pets with their owners, and because thinking about florets makes me uncomfortable in some fundamental way. Those used to be people but now they’re property, and they don’t care? Weird.

But she’s coming over. I try to clean up my Hab to dispel this nervous energy, but my drones already did that when the Hab heard I was going to have a visitor. Instead I compile a glass of water. I should eat something. I have enough time. I hadn’t had lunch yet. But I know that I’ll eat plenty when she gets here. The thought makes my mouth water.

She arrives around the time my initial burst of excitement has faded. “Thank you for letting me come over, cutie.” she says in the low, seductive voice of hers. She hands me a berry as she steps inside. I excitedly take it and pop it in my mouth. I moan at the burst of flavor. She walks over to my Affini-sized couch and I follow without any thought but the taste and perfect texture on my tongue. I sit across from her in my Terran-sized armchair.

After I swallow the berry and have a moment to recover she says, “Your adorable noises remind me so much of Chrysanthemum’s pet. She recently sent me a video of zer at a florgy ze attended! Here, let me show you.” she pulls out her compact.

“Can we talk about something other than florets for once?” I ask.

“Why, do you have a problem with florets?” she asks.

I grimace. I don’t want to get a wellness check for feralist leanings. “No. They’re...cute. I would just like to learn more about you, instead.”

She beams with delight at that. “I’d love to talk about myself. But you know, you’d make a cute floret.” She hands me another berry. I happily munch on it, trying and failing not to make a comparable moan to a floret’s. She’s smiling down at me the entire time.

I deflect the comment like all of the other ones like it that she usually makes. The rest of the conversation goes pleasantly. I learn she’s a behavioral psychologist with a specialist in conditioning. She periodically gives me berries. I notice for the first time that she does this after praising me.

After an hour she says that she needs to go. This saddens me, which is another odd feeling to spring up. She notices.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” she asks. She leans over as she says this. I can smell the berries on her. She must have a graft.

“Maybe tomorrow you can stay over for longer?” I ask, blushing.

“I’d like that.” she says, handing me another berry.