I was crying in my hab today. It was an embarassing display of weakness, for a terran soldier. For a man. For a hunter.
Her vines were what I felt first, brushing my tears away. She reaches down and pets my head. "I don't understand, Rubran-"
"Mistress." She cuts me off.
"Mistress." I correct myself. She would normally lash me after a breach in ettiquette. She didn't this time. "I don't understand what's wrong with me. I live in a paradise. Everything is taken care of. You've taken me under your wing and give me what I need to make myself a good pet. I'm just..."
I trail off, looking into a mirror that fit in Rubranea's palm, but was about the size of a dinner plate. I look away hurriedly. "Petal- wait. Is something wrong with your visage?" She inspects me as the question rocks through my body.
"My visage, wha-" I look up at her, growling a bit as her attention riles me up. She grabs at my body with hand, and vine.
"You don't like the mirror, Grumbles." She sighs and takes a step back, regarding me. Then, a little grin spreads across her face. "No... how did I... and the vet..." She starts giggling to herself. I get a warm feeling and tilt my head at her.
"Mistress Locii?" I bite my lip and tug at my shirt, which suddenly felt too tight. "What's so funny?" My blush intensifies.
"Stars above! My floret is a precious little huntress."
Huntress.
My eyes shoot wide and I shake my head. "Nonono I'm not- I!!!" I wilt under her piercing gaze. That's not at all what this is about, I'm her big strong hunter. "I'm a b...boy!" I stammer out.
"You are lying to me, and to yourself." She gets down on all eight limbs and skitters toward me. "I won't allow that, petal." Before I can even register what's happening, I'm lifted into her body. She's moving at a breakneck pace.
I'm illuminated by her bright red core. I sigh. At least she's incredibly comfy. I slam against her inner walls as she turns corners.
Where... is she taking me...?
Suddenly - she stops. I hear muffled voices. Honestly, it sounds kind of like an argument... then, I'm pushed out onto a table. I yelp and look up at the giant women, still discussing me. "She needs Class-G's, she's openly weeping in our hab!" Rubranea is practically growling at the vet, who seems unfazed.
"She needs to tell me that herself..." The vet says, turning her golden eyes to me. "How about it, cutie? Would you like my help to be your true self?" I take a gulp and look at the two. Rubranea's intense expression melts. I see in her - compassion. Something in me breaks, and I fall to my kness and sob. "Oh... oh no! Don't worry sweetie, we'll help you feel all better!" I nod at her and keep crying, feeling Mistress's vines wrap around my torso.
"Oh, petal. It'll all be okay. Just relax and let Cypriea do her work." She giggles and watches as the doctor swiftly administers tests and formulates a Class-G cocktail that is tailored to me. "Make sure her mental faculties are unimpaired. I want my little huntress to have a mind sharper than my thorns~"
Cypriea nods and gives Rubranea the formula for my medication. I feel Mistress push close to me, and slip a few red berries into my mouth. "Here you go, Callie Locii~" I shudder and munch.
"Thank you, Mistress..."
"Good girl."
