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Milla Roxelana, Independent Terran, woke in the morning with the strangest sense of peace, as though she'd just had a wonderful dream that she couldn't remember the slightest bit of. She yawned, stretched, and rolled around, just enjoying the feeling of the soft sheets on her body. She gently rubbed her hands over her breasts, squeezing slightly, then ran them down her sides, just enjoying the feeling of her skin. She slid one hand between her thighs, pressing her palm into her pubic mound and slipping one finger inside her folds, and then another, just enjoying the sensation of a wet pussy. That must've been a good dream if she'd woken up feeling like this!
Her other hand dove down to assist the first. Teamwork makes the dream work! Rubbing softly at her clit, she spread herself open, and eagerly thrust two fingers, then three fingers inside herself.
"Yeah," she whispered, "fuck me, please, fuck me. Staa-aars…" She pressed harder on herself, jerking her hips forward and back. It was a good thing that she'd remembered to take her nails off last night; two fingers would not be enough for this! Shockingly quickly, Milla came, her cunt clenching tight on her digits. She gasped, shuddering and moaning into her pillow, then relaxed all at once.
Milla lay there for a second, then pushed herself back up and started fishing in her bedside table for her vibrator. One little orgasm from her fingers was not going to satisfy her. Her fingers brushed over her harness — a thick vibrating dildo that she could strap on and allow to do all the work, with an intelligent fluster setting that was capable of driving her to incredible peaks — and she contemplated it for a moment before moving on to her standard vibrating wand. She didn't really want an intelligent device to take her on a roller-coaster right now, she just wanted to masturbate quick.
She put the rubbery vibrating tip onto her clit and started teasing herself, wand on the lowest setting, making little circles and gentle thrusts, just to work herself back up after her first orgasm. It didn't take long before she was fumbling to press the button to increase the intensity. Thrusting her hips in the air, she moaned out loud, then swapped hands and desperately reached down into the drawer again for another toy. This time she pulled out a plain dildo, medium size — she desperately needed something inside her. She didn't bother lubing it up, she was plenty wet already, just worked it in and out of her pussy a little at a time. Once the whole thing was in, she clicked the vibrator up to level three.
"Ffffuuuuck," she groaned. After several years of Affini soundproofing (not to mention Compact sexual mores) she'd lost the habit of being quiet. "Ohhh yeah… yeaaahhh…"
When Milla felt her second orgasm start, she clicked the wand up to max. Her eyes fluttered shut and her whole body tensed as she rode the peak all the way to a third orgasm. Then, when she was finally spent, she turned the vibe off and snuggled back into the pillow, leaving the dildo inside her.
Wow.
Her body was positively thrumming with aftershocks of contented pleasure, and she was torn between the two options that presented themselves: go back to sleep, or try for number four.
I feel really good today, she thought to herself, pointing out the obvious.
Actually.
It was a little suspicious.
"Hab," she said, "did anyone … any affini come in while I was asleep?" It certainly would explain waking up like she'd been fucking in her dreams all night.
"Nope!" the hab responded. "Of course," it added helpfully, "if they had they might've also told me to lie to you!"
"Living in the Compact sure is fun," Milla griped, but it was hard to feel too bad in the post-orgasmic haze.
"Isn't it just? Are you gonna go back to sleep or should I get your breakfast ready?"
She considered for a moment, then discarded both her previous options. She should get up, figure out what the situation was. "Breakfast, please. Ah, random entry from my list of special occasion options. I feel like it's either gonna be a really good day or a really complicated one and I'll need the emotional boost. Play some Gwen-Doll for me?"
"Your wish is my command!"
The room filled with peppy, electronic dance music, that Milla recognized as Something Fun!, the hit single from Gwen-Doll's latest album. Milla got up, shucked her pajamas into the bedroom compiler, and jumped into the shower. After cumming three times, she was feeling wide awake, so she used the standard shampoo instead of the stuff infused with Z0.
Milla could sense something in the back of her head like a timer counting down. As she washed, she tried to remember if she had anything that needed doing today. Her classes today were language and dance, and she'd planned to get lunch with her friend Xue, but nothing urgent. Her planner might say. Probably there was one form or another that she needed to file. The Affini bureaucracy demanded its tithe, but filling out an occasional form and then delivering it to the appropriate office was way better than paying an arm and a leg to rent an apartment that needed to be shared five ways. A quick scrub and dry, and then she danced over to her wardrobe.
"Ah, hab, stop music, please?"
Her drawers were empty. Or, mostly empty. There was precisely one set of clothes: a bra, panties, and a companion dress with a red and pink pattern of flowered vines. There was a note on top that said, in perfectly anonymous printed script: Good morning, Milla! Please wear this today!
"Hab? How did this get here?"
"Sorry, Milla," it said, with a convincing apologetic tone, not that the AI could actually feel remorse, "I'm not able to give you the details."
"Shit," she swore, then braced to be scolded. Nothing happened. Hab AI wasn't set to floret mode, then. "It's fine," she mumbled to herself, "it's just like any other day, I'm either gonna get domesticated or I'm not. Play along, have fun, enjoy the ride." She took a deep breath. "Resume music, please."
The music picked up where it left off, and she pulled the clothes on. At least the underwear were normal, and it didn't seem like any kind of weird trap with hidden straps or mechanisms. As far as Milla could tell, it was just a typical companion dress, light and loose. Something easy for vines to sneak into from any angle, easy to take off at a moment's notice. It could be worse. There could be a collar included.
Breakfast was waiting in the kitchen compiler: a plate of crepes with chocolate and strawberries, a small bowl of protein-infused oatmeal, and a glass of orange juice. She brought it to the table and ate while she opened up her datapad to check what she needed to do today. That timer felt about … half finished, so probably she had some appointment or another this morning.
Her reminders app didn't have anything listed and her calendar only reported the things she already knew. Finally, she said out loud, "Hab, is there anything I need to do today?"
The datapad screen changed from the calendar app to the news app. The top headline was:
Milla Gets Domesticated!
Her breath caught. Milla set down the datapad, took a long drink of juice, then picked it back up and read on.
Milla Roxelana, an absolutely adorable terran, has been living the dream ever since she was rescued from Abrar-Z, where she previously worked as a rare minerals miner.
"I've been a miner since I was a kid," Milla said in an interview. "When I was little, they'd have me squeeze into tiny cracks where the adults couldn't get, to scout out potential mineral veins. It was more convenient than setting up the equipment to thread camera wire or deploying a drone. The Compact is paradise compared to that."
Milla sighed. She had said that, in a private conversation at a party two months ago.
Paradise is about to be getting that much better for little Milla! Sources report that she's caught the eye of someone who is eager to take her in and make all of her fantasies come true. And, knowing the Affini, that includes all the fantasies that she doesn't even want to admit to herself!
Milla's owner-to-be has, unfortunately, requested anonymity, so we're unable to reveal that juicy tidbit. But what we can reveal is that, whoever they are, they're planning on sealing the deal officially at 6 PM tonight!
"The contract's drawn up, the collar's all picked out, everything's ready! Oh, Milla, if you're reading this, I just want you to know how excited I am! It's going to be absolutely perfect!"
Milla stopped reading for a moment to try and think. Did that style of speech match any of the affini she was familiar with? She sighed. It didn't really matter. If she was getting domesticated there was nothing she could do about it except cope.
Now, as wonderful as this is going to be, we would be remiss to not discuss the vanishingly small possibility that sweet, darling Milla will be unhappy about this arrangement. Only momentarily! But it may be that upon reading this article, Milla Roxelana is feeling ambushed, surprised, upset, and even possibly a teensie bit angry! If that happened to be true, this reporter's first piece of advice would be: just wait until 6 PM, petal! Because once you're domesticated you won't be feeling any of those unhappy emotions any more.~
But our second piece of advice would be: consider filing an fPL-01XX-r!
Milla blinked. That was a surprise. The first piece of advice was the only thing she would expect to hear from any affini or floret on the subject of cold-feet. It must be a trap. Still, she opened up her Rituals and Records app and searched for fPL-01XX-r.
fPL-01XX-r: Request to Not Be Domesticated (The Real One!)
I, __________________________, hereby request to not be domesticated for a period of 2/7/30/90 days because (check all that apply):
[ ] My indomitable spirit cannot be broken (attach fPL-5141-t: Certification of Indomitable Spirit).
[ ] It would adversely affect my social bonds (Explain below. Additionally, please attach at least two (2) documents that prove the status of the claimed social bond).
[ ] I am not sufficiently adorable to be a floret (please attach fPL-0350: Certification of Lack of Adorablity).
[ ] It would adversely affect my goals for the future (please attach fPL-1212: Official Declaration of Dreams and/or Goals and explain below how these goals are incompatible with domestication).
[ ] I simply do not want to (please attach fPL-0222: Yes I'm Really Really Sure).
[ ] My owner-to-be lives elsewhere and I would prefer not to relocate (explain below; additionally, please attach at least one (1) document that corroborates your owner-to-be's place of residence).
[ ] My owner-to-be's lifestyle is not compatible with mine (explain below).
[ ] My owner-to-be's plans for me are incompatible with my preferences (please attach fPL-0008: If I Was Going To Be A Floret I'd Like To Be…).
[ ] My owner-to-be has concealed their identity from me (please attach a letter from your hypnotherapist).
[ ] My courtship was not sufficiently romantic (please attach two (2) corroborating accounts from among your social contacts).
[ ] I have a medical condition that prevents domestication (please attach a letter from your veterinarian).
[ ] I just need some more time to think about it (please attach a letter from your therapist).
There was a large block of lines where Milla might presumably provide more information.
I consent to the use of the following xenodrugs if necessary to corroborate the accuracy of this document.
There was a list of twelve drugs, though they were not identified by class, and two of them were already filled in. Then:
I, the undersigned, certify that I am not at risk of harming myself or others, that I am not trying to escape a mandatory domestication, and that I do not hold feralist beliefs. I understand that providing incorrect information is fraud and is grounds for mandatory domestication.
_________________________________________________________ Date: ________________
Then, in very small text, but not unreadable, it said:
By compiling this form, I agree that everything above this text is meaningless and that domestication is ideal for me. I hereby request that my domestication be carried out as soon as possible.
That last line actually made Milla laugh out loud.
Traps, traps, traps! She compiled a blank notebook to take notes. While that generated, she sent a few messages: two to her instructors apologizing for not being in class today and one to Xue saying that she wouldn't be able to make it to lunch. Then, she swapped back to the article. It was gone, replaced by the message:
Good luck, cutie!
In her notebook, she copied out the various options: indomitable spirit, social bonds, not cute, goals, don't wanna, relocate, lifestyle, floret preference, secret identity, no romance, medical, extra time.
Then, she crossed out indomitable spirit. That was definitely a trap. She also crossed out not cute, because she couldn't imagine getting an affini to certify that any xenosophont wasn't cute. Also, Milla was extremely cute, so that would be a dead end anyway. She crossed out relocate, lifestyle, and floret preference because without knowing who she was dealing with she wouldn't be able to prove anything. Finally, she crossed out medical, because she was pretty sure that there wasn't any such thing as a medical exception for domestication.
That left Milla with social bonds, goals, don't wanna, secret identity, no romance, and extra time.
After a little thought, she crossed out social bonds. If this had any hope of working, Milla would need to be completely and utterly honest, and try as she might she couldn't think of any reason why being domesticated would inherently sever her social bonds. She was friends with mostly independents and some florets, but she had a hard time imagining that the independents would cut ties with her just for getting domesticated. None of them were feral, and none of them were dumb enough to put a target on their backs like that.
She thought some more and reluctantly crossed out goals. Milla's personal goals weren't firm enough in her mind to be able to defend them so vociferously. Mostly she just wanted to keep living the life she was currently enjoying.
So her reasons were whittled down to: don't wanna, secret identity, romance, and extra time. Even to her it felt flimsy. These did not seem like the best options on the sheet. The other problem was that she did not have a hypnotherapist to write a letter for her. She would have to try and find one who was willing to help, which might be tricky because the vast majority of Compact-accredited hypnotherapists were affini.
Next, she looked up the drugs that were listed on the sheet. The first four were class-Ds, which made sense. Two were class-A, two were class-C, and there were one each of class-B, F, H, and N. The ones already checked off were a D and an A. She turned to the second page and wrote down all the names and classes, then circled the ones already checked off.
Milla closed her eyes. What was the point of checking off any more? Well, she supposed that the more she allowed for, the more convincing her argument could be found to be. What was she willing to undergo to prove it?
Circles went around the other class-Ds. After a moment of thought, she added the class-B, because this particular class-B was a remembering drug, not a forgetting drug. She chewed on her pencil. C would be a mistake. H … no, if they needed to question her the D's should be enough, and she didn't want any hypnotic triggers implanted. Thoughtfully she circled the N. She couldn't see how having a drug induced orgasm — or a drug induced lack of orgasm — would corroborate her point, but it might show she was serious about this whole thing?
On the third page of the notebook, she wrote:
- fPL-01XX-r
- fPL-0222
- 2 corroborating accounts
- Therapist letter
- Hypnotherapist???
The timer in the back of her head was ticking down. Milla really needed to get moving on this. Technically, she had nine hours, but she had to allow for misadventure. As straightforward as getting a few forms and letters sounded, she was sure there would be impediments to the process.
Her tablet alerted her to a new message. She tapped and opened it.
Dear Sweet Precious Adorable Milla,
I'm afraid that I must insist you fulfill your social and academic obligations today! Dropping all of them just to fill out some silly paperwork … well, it doesn't seem very responsible to me. And we know what happens to irresponsible terrans! I've taken the liberty of intercepting those cancellations, so you don't need to go to the trouble of retracting them.~
Sincerely,
A Secret Admirer
Milla bit her lip so hard that it hurt. A sense of impending doom was rising in the back of her mind, she didn't have enough fucking time and now she had three additional things to suck up the limited hours that separated freedom from domestication. Fine! Fine! She'd play the fucking game! She added the events back to her calendar. It was barely nine but she felt like she only had minutes left. She threw her things in her purse, slid her shoes on, grabbed her water bottle, and hurried out the door.
And then, at exactly nine o' clock, time ran out.