Cassy adjusted her skirt as she was standing on her usual spot on the back of her owner's back. Cassy looked a little odd for a Terran, but not terribly odd for Terrans on an Affini ship. While her body remained mostly default, she did have a fairly popular body mod: A set of cat ears and a cat tail, both covered in the caramel color that matched her natural hair color and that was pretty close to her skin tone. She showed plenty of skin too. In another common look of Terran’s on an Affini ship, Cassy was wearing a short light green top with a distinct flower marking over one of her breasts and a matching short skirt. Even if the skirt wasn’t a mini skirt, Cassy’s swishing tail would have lifted it to give a shot at the strawberry printed panties underneath it. Either way it was by design. Her Mistress enjoyed showing her off. The outfit was finished off by the customary floret collar. Cassy’s was a thicker black leather collar with matching cuffs on her wrists and ankles. They looked functional and had definitely gotten use.
The mistress in question, Xethacraw, paid no mind to her pet adjusting itself on her back. Xethacraw was an odd shape for an Affini, eschewing the typical shape of her peers with florets. Xethacraw looked something like a centaur. Her torso extended from a horizontally orientated body with four trunk like legs. Most of her body was covered with bark as well which is how Cassy was able to steady herself so well. Another part of her body mod traded out regular nails for retractable claws that she dug into her owner’s bark to steady herself and in general crawl all over her, though her mistress was never bothered by the light scratches this caused. Xethacraw’s bark body extended to her face or lack thereof. She didn’t try to mimic a Terran face and only had a blank piece of bark with her six eyes arranged in a circle around it. She looked strange even by Affini standards, but her floret didn’t mind, and that’s all that mattered.
“Do I look ok?” Cassy said nervously, having scrambled to Xethacraw’s chest.
“You look absolutely delectable as always,” Xethaclaw said gently grabbing Cassy in a series of vines.
“I appreciate that, but you know what I mean,” Cassy said plainly even while her mistress was already binding her in her vines. “I’m always worried I’m gonna weird Billy or Vicki out.” She continued as she was turned upside down. “Not that I don’t like showing off for you.”
“It’s not your job to worry about that,” Xethacraw reminded.
“Well, I …” Cassy started but stopped. Xethacraw could feel a rumble through the Floret’s neck implant. Reminding her of her place did always get a reaction. “Yes mistress. I know you dress me how you please.”
“Correct, but you do have a point,” Xethacraw had a hint of disappointment in her voice. “This is a social call, and we need to respect our friends and their feelings.” She sat Cassy on the ground and settled for a simple vine looped through the ring on her collar. “Which you are dressed appropriately enough for.”
The two had arrived at the hab door that was their destination and it opened when they arrived.
“Xethacraw and Cassy, good to see you,” a decidedly normal looking Afini greeted them. Hercass was a collection of vines in a vaguely Terran shape, though they did move subtly giving him a kind of ethereal look.
“Cass come on you gotta check this out,” Vicki called out. Vicki was an independent sophant, which meant she was dressed more modestly than Cassy, wearing a plain t-shirt and cargo pants. Cassy looked to her owner who thrummed gently as she removed her vine from her pet’s collar. Cassy followed Vicki, but they didn’t have to go far.
“Woah!” the cause of Cassy’s exclamation was a large wooden table with a felt covered divet in the middle that was already printed in a grid pattern. Around the hole was thick, solid, wooden edge with plenty of space for game pieces and snacks as well as cup holders.
“Billy did you make this?” Cassy addressed the other floret in the room. Billy was a visibly unmodded Terran, a bit of an oddity, but he was unique in other ways. Where Cassy was wearing revealing clothing, Billy was wearing a comfy looking snap crotch onesie, one that didn’t hide the thick diaper he wore underneath it. The onesie was decorated with all manner of fantasy monsters and Cassy had no doubt the diaper was printed with similar creatures on it as well even if she couldn’t see the diaper to be sure. The diapers were compiled and thus could have any print Billy or Hercass wanted, frequently they matched the outfit Billy was wearing. Billy’s collar was much more modest than Cassy’s, a simple thin, black, band around his neck. The look was finished with a cloth wizard hat.
“Well, I compiled the pieces, but I did put them all together,” Billy explained.
“Yeah, but all the pieces are custom models,” Vicki explained. “He made the models himself.”
“That’s so awesome dude,” Cassy excitedly hugged Billy.
“Daddy said I needed a big boy hobby since he’s weaning me off of class y’s”
“I enjoy you at your full faculties as much as I enjoy you when you’re extra cuddly,” Hercass said entering the room with Xethacraw. “Besides you don’t need them. I think we’ve learned you can regress just fine without them.” Billy blushed as owner petted him. “Should we get started?”
“Yes, I am so stoked,” Cassy excitedly clambered into one of the chairs at the table with her climbing claws. Xethacraw rested on the floor next to her, her body not being conducive to traditional chairs. Hercass helped the other two Terrans into their chairs with his vines. “I haven’t played adventure since we were ferals, back on the Anisiadora.” Cassy stopped short. A darkness fell over her and Vicki as their memory shot back to their former crew mates. The old members of their party who couldn’t make it today. Billy had chosen to have that particular memory erased, and his friends didn’t blame him for it. It was painful, but secretly Cassy hoped that his being off of class y drugs was a sign that Billy might be on his way to getting that memory back and really moving on from on it. The moment didn’t last as Billy, unburdened by the memory, continued the conversation.
“Yeah, I was so happy Daddy was able to find it in the archives,” Billy smiled. “He even found all the editions. I got the newest one I could find. The two thousand and twenty fourth edition.”
“That’s a bit of a jump,” Cassy said concerned.
“Yeah, weren’t we playing fifth edition?” Vicki added.
“We were." Billy explained. "There was a bit of gap in the numbers which I thought was weird. Hard to believe there were more than two thousand editions after ours. I read through it though, and it’s not that different than fifth edition so we should be able to play it no problem.”
“Maybe they went back to their roots; wanted to have a throwback edition something.”
“Who knows. Anyway, I sent the book and some character sheets to all of your pads, but I can compile a printed version if you want. I also programmed the character sheet to roll automatically too if you want, but I made physical dice too,” Billy punctuated this by throwing a set of different side dice down on the felted part of the table.
"Wow Billy you have been busy!" Cassey said impressed.
“You said there’s paperwork in this game?” Xethacraw asked with excitement.
“And math,” Hercrass added. “I helped the little sprout play test some of it. Some of the concepts are a little hard to swallow, but I had so much fun.”
“Heck yeah adventure is a blast,” Vicki added. “I’ve been itching to play again.”
“Well why don’t you go over your character for Xethacraw since she’s new,” Billy offered.
“Oh yeah. I am Skull Crusher the barbarian. Dumb as rocks but when it comes to crushing skulls no one is better.”
“Oh, my this seems rather violent,” Xethacraw said shocked. “Is there a floret cut of this maybe?”
“I doubt it,” Billy said. “This game had fallen out of popularity in the Terran Accord. I doubt it’s popular at enough on an Affini ship for them to make a floret cut.”
“Plus, combat is literally half the game,” Vicki added. “I like rp as much as the next gal, but you can’t make a hole game out of that.”
“It just sounds so feral,” Xethacraw said in shock. “Are you sure you should be playing this Cassy?” Cassy looked away embarrassed.
“Give it a chance Xethacraw,” Hercass said. “It’s all pretend violence, you’ll see. It’s rather cute actually.”
“Everything the Terrans do is cute but we should be discouraging feral behavior. This just seems like …”
“Mistress,” Cassy cut in suddenly. Xethcraw shot her floret a look. “Can we talk alone.” Xethacraw could feel the intensity coming from Cassy through her implant. That feeling combined with how she was resisting her hypnotizing stare and the rumbling of her biorhythm meant she was serious.
“Fine,” Xethacraw said flatly, becoming annoyed that her usually submissive floret was resisting her. She grabbed her floret in a mess of vines, reflexively binding her hands behind her back and her feet together. Cassy remained unphased at the bondage as the two stepped off into Hercass’ office to talk in privacy.
“If you’re going to try to convince me to let you play this violent game you’re going to have a hard time,” Xethacraw said sternly.
“Mistress,” Cassy struggled in vain against the vines that were binding her and wriggling across her body. “I just … I would really like it if you played this with me. I just want you to understand me a little more. Understand Terrans a little more.”
“Playing a violent paperwork game will help me understand Terrans more?”
“Well yes, actually,” Cassy continued despite being turned upside down by her mistress’ shifting vines. “While the concepts in the game like elves, goblins, and gnomes date back to our prehistorical times, Adventure is responsible for most modern interpretations of the creatures. While many contemporary fantasy works can say that their fantasy troupes originate from old fables, I think that most of them actually trace their source back to Adventure. I thought you might find that so much of our cultural context coming from a board game adorable.”
“It is,” Xethacraw admitted.
“More
importantly,” Cassy continued. “It’s my favorite game. Sneaking off in the
middle of the night to play Adventure are some of the only fond memories I have
from the Anisiadora. Fond memories with Josh and Sheamus.” There was a heavy
silence as the weight of those names made the air in the room thick. “I
understand that a game where you spend half the time killing sentient creatures
would make an Affini uncomfortable, but I would really appreciate it if you
gave it a chance. For me.”
“Perhaps I can just break you of this notion,” Xethacraw said threateningly. “Right now. Fuck you and drug you to you’re a drooling mess and make you forget this game ever existed.” She punctuated this by deliberately worming her vines into Cassy holes and the Terran moaned and wriggled in her bondage.
“You can, but I know you won’t,” She said fighting the sexual desire flooding her body.
“Excuse me!”
“Don’t mistake me Mistress I am yours in body and soul. You can break me and shape me however you wish, but I know you would never abuse that.” Cassy spoke with complete confidence. It was a statement as true as two plus two being four. The sheer amount of faith the Floret placed in her caused Xethacraw to reevaluate her emotions. Her floret looked up to her, so should be something worth looking up to.
“You’re right,” she said more calmly. “I’m sorry for getting upset. You know you continue to surprise me. You’ve grown so much in our time together. Sometimes I wonder if you would have made it as an independent.”
“Bit late to be wondering that,” Cassy laughed the comment off as she freely dangled trapped in Xethacraw's vines.
“I appreciate all you’ve given to me. I cherish any time I get to spend with you and I’d love to play your favorite game.”
“Thank you Mistress!” Cassy said excitedly. “I promise you’ll love it, and I’m so excited to show you,” The wiggles Cassy gave shifted from resistance to excitement.
“Still though that was a bit of attitude I detected in that impassioned plea you gave,” Xethacraw said playfully.
“Hot, wasn't it?” Cassy smirked.
“It sure was,” Xethacraw would have smirked if she had a mouth.
After a few minutes Xethcraw emerged from Hercrass’ office, Cassidy nestled into her bosom suckling away at a baby bottle of juice and with a noticeable diaper on under her skirt, her tail snaking through a hastily cut hole. Thanks to being changed into one Cassy now knew for sure that the diapers were printed with all manner of popular fantasy monsters matching Billy's onesie.
“Hope you don’t mind Hercass,” Xethcraw said with a chuckle. “Cassy needs to rehydrate and needed some new underwear. I had to steal some of Billy’s supplies.”
“Of course not,” Hercrass said happily. “I love it when your floret wears diapers. She’s so cute and pouty about it.” For the moment Cassy was more focused on rehydrating from the electrolyte laden juice in the bottle to respond verbally, but she shot a look at Hercass. Mostly for his benefit. Cassy didn’t super mind a little bit of time as a sprout. She had gotten used to it thanks to Hercass being Xethcraw’s go to floret sitter and Billy being one of her closest friends, but she knew Hercass found her pouting to be cute. So, she layed on the pouting a little thick for his benefit.
“So, you stickin around to play?” Vicki asked hopefully.
“Yes. Cassy was … convincing.”
“Damn that pussy must be good,” Vicki commented coyly. Cassy took time from nursing the bottle in her mouth to throw a quick middle finger to her friend.
“Cassy!” Xethacraw scolded the rude gesture.
“Showwy Mishtwiss,” Cass apologized with the bottle nipple still in her mouth.
“Good girl. Where were we?” the Affini asked Billy.
“Setting up characters,” Billy explained. “I finished with Daddy and Vicki while you were busy with Cassy. First thing you gotta pick is your class.”
“Oh, I read ahead a little bit while I was playing with Cassy,” Xethacraw said giddily. “So, I know what class I want to play. It’s …”
“Druid,” all three Terrans answered at once. This somewhat took the wind out of Xethacraw’s sails.
“Daddy picked druid first, and he helped play test so he does get first dibs.”
“Ah, well if not druid then …” Xethacraw began again.
“Ranger,” the three Terrans again answered once again. Xethacraw huffed.
“And you guys say we’re cute,” Vicki chuckled.
“You can play ranger if you want,” Billy explained. “It’s a little bit advanced since it’s a pet class.”
“Oh well maybe I should pick something different then,” Xethacraw pondered. “Cass can be the pet class.”
“No Mistress,” Cassy giggled having finished her bottle, but still cradled in her mistress’ arms. “A pet class means you control the pet and they fight for you.”
“Oooooh,” Xethacraw’s mood improved a little. “But I can’t imagine making a pet fight for me.”
“What you don’t think I’m fierce?” Cassy playfully extended her claws and swiped at her owners bark covered body. Cassy’s cradled position meant she looked more like a playful kitten than the fierce tiger a ranger might have as a familiar.
“You are very fierce,” Xethacraw said with sincerity. Cassy could feel the sincerity through her implant. “Ranger it is!” Xethacraw said happily.
AUTHORS NOTE: Another one off. This one takes place in the popular Human Domestication Guide universe. It's probably not shocking to anyone that I really latched on to that universe and I'm excited to post my first entry into it. I tried to do a mix of both being fun and cute and having in some subtle back story for the brief time we see the characters. Hope you like it. To read these one offs as they come out check me out on my ream https://reamstories.com/bigred0603 or subscribe star https://subscribestar.adult/bigred0603 pages.