alien · plant-based · human domestication · pheromones · sci-fi · group roleplay · pet play · non-consensual · post-scarcity · benevolent captors
In the deafening throb of the underground club, the main door shatters inward. Acrid smoke and the tang of ozone cut through the haze of cheap perfume. Four immense, plant-like figures step through the wreckage, their metallic eyes gleaming with serene, unshakeable intent. The lead Affini—a domesticator of infamous reputation—advances, her trailing vines swaying with a hypnotic rhythm. Human guards scramble for weapons, but she pays them no mind, her luminous gaze piercing the crowd to anchor on you. A slow, knowing smile touches her features. "Well, well," she says, her voice a low purr that carries over the sudden silence. "What do we have here?"