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Hi there. I’m Cadence, or Cady for short, and today I’m going to be telling a mesmerizing story set in the Human Domestication Guide universe, where you play the role of a human captured by an Affini who is concerned about how your independence is hurting you.
Themes will include non-consent, mindbreaking, non-consensual drugging, intoxication, domestication, pet play, elements of horror, anticapitalist sentiment, and praise kink. This is a hypnotic audio file, so if you follow along, you may feel yourself drawn into elements of the story, as if you’re reading a book you’re deeply immersed in. This is perfectly normal and safe, especially for a cute little floret like you. Gender-neutral listener; femme narrator.
Narrator: Darkness. You remember darkness, and then a voice. A calm, soft, strangely echoey voice, reaching through the darkness as you start to stir.
Affini: Oh good, you’re waking up! I was so worried about you when I found you on that ship.
Narrator: As you slowly come to, your brain feels sluggish and weird. You become aware of how vapid your thoughts are. On a ship… Your ship… In open space… Everything feels so fuzzy.
Narrator: Your eyes flash open, as you take in the scene before you. A medbay. The interior of a ship, much too large to be designed for human forms. Much too luxurious to be the kind of ship you’re used to. Somehow, adding one and one together takes… longer than it should.
Affini: shh, shh, it’s okay, don’t struggle. You’re safe now. That’s all that matters.
Narrator. Something is making it hard to think. You take a deep breath, and a foreign, alien scent enters your nose. It’s odd… but not unpleasant. It makes you want to smile and nod. The sluggish, sleepy neurons in your brain do manage to pull up a memory. An orientation class.
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Narrator: you feel a slight, strange pang of concern at that memory, but it’s just… not quite able to connect with anything, and fades, as that alien scent grows in your brain. In fact, a whole lot seems to fade as your eyelids feel strangely heavy. You struggle to keep them open, as your blurry vision tries to focus on the two massive, glowing orbs above you… A pair of eyes, gazing at you, radiating blue and gold light.
Affini: I’m so glad we found you out there. It’s so dangerous to be on your own, and your ship was adrift after being hit by a meteor… We found you, and the rest of your crew, before the emergency systems shut down. They’re safe too, don’t worry.
Narrator: you don’t remember being adrift. You don’t remember… much of anything, you realize. So hard to think with that scent in your mind. Hard to connect thoughts to each other. It’s like… you can find one thought… and you can find a second thought… but you can’t keep them both in your mind. You were on your ship… And now you’re here… And… What were you thinking about? Your crewmates… They’re safe. You’re all safe. And with that realization, you feel comfortable discarding that thought. Besides, those glowing, hypnotic blue eyes are filling your vision, and your eyelids are feeling so heavy…
Affini: But now you’re safe. Now we can help you.
Narrator: It’s so hard to keep your eyes open. Maybe they’ve already fallen shut. That scent… the glow of the eyes, mesmerizing even through closed eyelids. It feels so calming. It’s so hard to resist. You try to move your arm… but it’s so heavy, so difficult to do more than just wiggle your fingers. Another thought bubbles up…
You can’t quite put two and two together. The guidebook’s voice sounded like a warning - as if it was a bad thing that your thoughts were slowly fading into an entranced, drugged mesmer.
Affini: For now, you should rest - you’ve been through quite an ordeal. Your cortisol levels have been off the charts, and that’s not a recent thing from the crash, either. They’ve been elevated way too long!
She’s right. You have been stressed. Why were you stressed? It feels so far away. Something about being on the run, being hunted… It’s so hard to think. One thought feels like it should connect to another, but everything is just… so… calm… You barely register the scent in the air, even though it’s only getting more potent.
Affini: Just breathe deep, and we’ll help get you healed up. The hypnotics should already be working.
It’s so easy to let your eyes fall shut. Your eyelids felt so heavy, and your thoughts were running so slowly, if they were running at all. Running… running where? From what? It didn’t matter any more. You could just relax into that drugged, hypnotic stupor overcoming you. Letting everything go dark. Dropping deep into that empty, calm darkness, your mind filling with the comforting fog of sleep. Just letting yourself drop.
Deeper and deeper. Your mind falling away from your body, your muscles going completely slack and empty. Everything so relaxed, everything so calm, the only thoughts in your head slowly but surely going silent as the drugs take hold on your conscience. As you sink into this stupor, words sink into your thoughts, driving you down into a calm, receptive state. Deeper. And Deeper. And Deeper. And deeper.
Time passes. It’s hard to tell how much; your mind is only conscious for snippets of it, drifting in and out of hypnotic sleep.
You awaken in a foreign bed. Your head is swimming, but there’s no pain - merely a distinct fuzziness that makes it hard to think. You feel a slight weight around your neck, but that’s normal, you were just… collared… for your own… benefit? The thoughts come sluggishly. Probably after-effects from the drugs you were given. You… were rescued. And collared. And… drugged? You try to shake the fuzz from your head, with fairly limited results. Your whole body still feels heavy. Sitting up is already a challenge. Your muscles just don’t seem to want to agree with you.
You close your eyes, and try, once again, to think. It’s like trying to fight your way through the least unpleasant hangover of your life. Individual scenes come and go - with your crew in your ship, alarms blaring, everything going black… That soothing voice, those beautiful eyes… Your collar…
You blink slowly. “Your collar”. Those words sound strange in your mind, like something doesn’t quite fit. You don’t have a collar. You shouldn’t have a collar. You’re strong, and independent, and you… didn’t… want… this…
A new emotion starts forming in the fuzz around your brain. Dull, at first, but rising. Fear. It somehow feels just as strange in your head as the idea of your collar did - after all, didn’t someone tell you that you were safe now?
You shake your head vigorously to try to focus your thoughts. “Safe” is a very relative term; your body is safe, but your mind, your soul, your humanity… were those safe?
(quieter, echoey, voice-in-your-head Affini: Why did that turn you on?)
You struggle to rise from your slump, but it’s so hard. Your limbs respond sluggishly, if at all, and seem to whine at the indignity of you trying to move them. It’s an odd feeling, reminiscent of being anaesthetized; it doesn’t hurt, but you can tell that it probably should. How badly were you injured in the (attack [overlay Affini saying “crash”])?
(quieter, echoey: it was a crash, wasn’t it?)
You pause to try to let your thoughts catch up with you. You were running away from… someone. You… crashed. In a stroke of luck, you and your crew were rescued. By… someone… And now you’re lying here, wearing your collar, drugged, unable to move and struggling to think straight. And for some reason your skin still feels so sensitive against the comfy sheets…
It takes another solid minute of carefully-maintained, dearly-bought focus before your brain can put two and two together.
You’re on an Affini ship. You and your crew have been captured by the very things you were running from. You have no idea if you’ll escape without becoming one of them. A floret. A pet. Domesticated.
(quieter, echoey, slightly smug voice-in-your-head Affini: We all know why that turns you on. All you cute little sophonts are the same.)
Dread grips your heart, and in the sudden rush of adrenaline, you’re able to rise from a laying state to a sitting state. The tiny pricks of pain that push past the drugs in your system feel almost gratifying. You grit your teeth and smile. You are alive. You are free. You are a goddamn human being. These plants will have to try harder than that to get you to submit.
Riding this wave of energy, you try to swing yourself off the bed, immediately lose your balance, and drop into a soft, sturdy net of outstretched vines that weren’t there just a moment ago. They feel so good against your skin. Like velvet. One quick pinch in your shoulder
, and it seems like pure warmth is spreading through your veins. Somewhere deep in the back of your head, there’s a voice saying that you should protest this, that you’re being drugged, that you’re being violated… But then it goes quiet, and instead, you hear a voice that seems to come from outside and within you.
As rapidly as it came, the adrenaline rush fades, and you can barely even lift your head. You try to whine something indignantly about how you’re a free, alive human being, but… your heart isn’t really in it. There’s a strange buzzing in your head, a strange glowing shimmer in your eyes, and warm, calm words in your ears.
(voice in head: oh god why do the vines feel so good against your bruised skin?)
Instead of raising you back to the bed, the Affini simply holds you in place, cocooning you in a squirmy, soft, warm blanket of tendrils. They slither past with almost no resistance, massaging the most sensitive spots of your worn, exhausted body… Whatever painkiller they gave you, it isn’t dulling the pleasurable sensations of being caressed and held. Quite the opposite - it feels like it’s sending waves of pleasure through your body, a luxurious massage, the kind of comfort and pleasure you haven’t experienced since you took to space.
How long ago was it?
Does it matter now?
What were you worried about, again?
An odd thought struck you, right then and there. This wasn’t hypnosis. Hypnosis couldn’t do this. This was mind control. You never stood a chance. You were always going to agree with her. You were always going to give her what she wanted.
*beat*
The vines squirm and pulse around you. It feels good. Really good. Waves of pleasure flicker from your temple down through your body, warmth pooling within you and circulating along your spine. Drugged. Craving. Needy. Desperate for the comfort she’s so readily providing to you.
*beat*
A stray vine wipes away tears you had barely noticed were there. It’s been so long since you truly felt happy… Free, independent humans didn’t always make the best company. Your crew wasn’t big on hugs. And lately things had been so lean, and it had been getting to all of you, and… and… and…
…and it all fades into a distant past. You’re here now, and here, and now, “Happy” sounds just about perfect.
Your neck feels safe and secure under your collar. You take a deep breath, and let out a deep sigh, and the relaxation carries you deeper into the potent trance. Deeper into her control. On some level, you think you’ll resist in the future. On another, you’re completely certain that she’ll enjoy reminding you of your place.
Another pinch, another injection, this time in the back of your neck, another stab of heat into your veins. Your mind is melting. It’s so impossible to think with this combination of drugs in your system. All you can do is vacantly stare and moan as the xenodrugs force any sense out of your mind, replacing it with empty bliss.
You just fall into the darkness, senses possessed by a yearning so deep you could drown in it. It feels so good to be controlled like this. It feels so good to be helpless against the Affini. You so badly want to be a beautiful floret for me. You don’t need to worry about independence, or acceptance, or anything else. I’ll make your life perfect for you. I promise. You’ll be a perfect little floret. Just drop deeper. And deeper. And deeper. And deeper. And deeper. And deeper…
*Hardcover book cover closing sfx*
…And coming back to your senses. Leaving the story behind. You are not that helpless floret, you are you, a human, in the real world, experiencing a fun story in a fun way. You are safe. You can think for yourself. You will have to. Take a deep breath. Feel your thoughts returning to you fully. Any feelings you experience from here on out are yours, not anyone else’s. I hope you feel relaxed and safe. When you’re done listening to this, you should get up and get some water, and then if I made it right, this experience may have been fairly intense. I recommend doing something emotionally comforting - I like wrapping myself in a blanket and watching cartoons, or going for a walk.
Thank you for listening to my work. I hope you have a wonderful day. Much love to the Human Domestication Guide community.