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There it was! His beautiful creation. It had taken some begging (well, a lot actually) for him to get his Mistress to grant him a personal computer. However, he eventually got what he wanted when she brought home an older PC with some lower end specs. Not exactly what Alexander was hoping for but he wasn’t going to be one to complain. Besides, with the power of the compiler, he could have this baby running on all cylinders in no time! Part after part, he began to build a PC that could handle what he really wanted: games. Unfortunately thanks to space communism, though, the only ones he could find didn’t have a loot box component. What good was a video game without that? 

As Mistress had explained: “Petal, those kind of games are relics of capitalism. They have no place in your new life. Now, go play your farming simulator since that is what you wanted.”

Well, ok. He didn’t exactly want the farming simulator. He wanted the old shooters he used to play. He knew, however, the plants would not like that kind of game at all and did not host anything remotely violent on the game servers he could find. Fine. Fine! He could just create some mods for this farming sim that would allow him to at least get the loot boxes back. Of course, that would mean he needed to create a new monetary system for it, implement it in the game and so on and so forth. Right, just tons of code lines for him to focus on for a while. Knocking his brown curls out of his face, he got to work on creating things for the loot boxes to actually have, setting spawn values, etc. 

That process took a couple of days to complete but he finally had it. Hidden in the background files, his modded farming sim turned gambling game became the source of his new found thrills. Turn a hoe in and see if it gets destroyed or turned into a golden one! Put out a fertilizer that could either destroy your crop or push it to the limits of abundance! Giggling, he stood up as he heard Maddie come into his room. 

She was the second floret. There were three in total. Vivian was the first, Maddie was the second and he was the third. After having been found with nothing more than energy drinks for sustenance, the Affini had decided he couldn’t be trusted to tend to himself and that he was actually harming himself in this way. About a week later, he was put into the caring yet stern vines of one Reilani Softwood, Fifth Bloom. It had taken some adjusting for him to get used to floret life but he didn’t hate it. 

The hab unit they lived in was basically a really tall, hollowed out tree. It was designed to be spacious enough for Affini but cozy enough for florets with lots of climbing opportunities and nooks to crawl into. Designed with an AI that would swoop in with vines at the mere idea that a floret could get hurt, it was a rather lovely home. Alex had settled in rather nicely amongst the two other florets though they did bicker from time to time; mostly him and Vivian. Maddie was too cute to argue with. 

The blonde girl practically bounced into the room, her skirt flowing with the motion. Sparkling green eyes that were very excitable were her most striking facial feature and she grinned at Alex. 

“You’re wearing a skirt today!” She pointed out. “It’s very pretty.” She clarified. 

“Thanks.” Alex brushed a hand over the back of his neck, blushing darkly. “Mistress is rather insistent that I give various fashion a chance. She took away all of my pants, said I could walk around in nothing or this. I think I’m gonna go with this.” 

The skirt in question was a black pleated skirt with pink cherry blossom prints all over it. Above it, he had just a plain white tank top on, leaving most of his shoulders and neck exposed. He thought he’d done pretty good for his first… fem outfit? He wasn’t really sure what to call it. Girl outfit? He was a boy though… only wearing this because Mistress made him. 

“I don’t know.” She giggled. “I think I’d like to see you walking around with nothing on.” 

“It’s cause you’re a perv.” 

She winked. “Maybe I am. Still didn’t hear you say you wouldn’t like being made to go naked by Mistress.” 

“Whatever.” He grumped. “Look at this game I made. Well, ok, I fixed it up a little bit.” 

Maddie wandered over to the desk chair and took a seat. Clicking around a bit, she gasped when she quickly found out it had a money system and the ability to buy loot boxes. 

“Alexander, you know Mistress wouldn’t like this.” 

“It’s not real money, Maddie.” He complained. 

“I mean. Don’t get me wrong, it’s gonna be a lot of fun to see what prizes are in the boxes.” She muttered quietly before looking over her shoulder. “Ok can I buy one?” She asked quietly. 

“Yeah, of course! Just go to the mailbox and you can order one.” 

Alex watched as the little figure on screen wandered up to a mailbox. After a moment of Maddie clicking around, he smiled as one dropped out of the sky. Now this was a real test! It wasn’t just him using the system. Now he would get to see if it had any real effect on someone else besides him. Maddie gasped loudly when a golden shovel popped out of the box! 

“Alex, this is crazy! I love it.” She chirped. 

He settled down beside her with a smile as he began to walk her through all of the various features he had made for the game. He grinned more and more as she was falling in love with it. The pair were a giggling mess when they heard the front door close and felt the rhythm of the house pick up as Reilani was back home. 

“Shit, fuck! Close it!” Alex whispered. 

“Logged for Mistress’ review.” 

“Would you stop that, you tattle bot?” He hissed at the AI voice. 

“Logged for Mistress’ review.” 

“God!” He groaned. 

Well, now she was going to want to speak to him and he sighed as he got ready to go downstairs. Maddie gave him a look of sympathy, the both of them knowing that Mistress would not be happy at all when she reviewed the cursing. He really didn’t mind how stern she was; in fact, the Affini that had helped him find a home had made very sure he understood what he was getting into. He’d even had several meet and greets with Reilani to help establish how she ran her home. So, squirming on the spot, he knew he had agreed to everything that was coming to him. 

“Alexander!” Her voice called up the stairs. “Come see me in the living room please.” 

“Good luck.” Maddie whispered as he slipped down the stairs. 

As he rounded the corner, he dug the toe of his pink house slipper into the wood of the floor. 

“How was your day, Mistress?” 

She stood nearly nine feet tall, pushing ten feet when she got angry enough to extend even higher. Her vines were various shades of blue and green, her flowers were blue orchids that decorated her leaves. She tilted her head to the side, soft green eyes examining him. 

“It was good, thank you for asking. I’m glad to see you’ve made some sensible choices at least today.” 

He gave a little twirl for her. Maybe he could distract her by being overly cute. 

“Thank you, Mistress. I like it!” He giggled. Partially a lie. Was it? He wasn’t sure. 

“Tell me why the AI logged you cursing. Didn’t we just have a conversation about this a couple of days ago?” 

By conversation, she meant him getting a very sore bottom. 

“I had a little slip, Mistress.” He murmured. 

“Your last one was a little slip too, huh?” She asked. 

“Yes, Mistress.” He said, shrinking away on the spot a bit. 

“I didn’t tell you to leave. Pick out a paddle please.” She pointed to the implement closet.

“Mistress!” He complained, bouncing on the spot a bit. “I won’t do it anymore!” 

“I intend to see to that.” She said, taking a seat on the large couch. 

He blushed darkly. God, she was gonna do it over her lap. He hated those the most. Well, in the way that he also loved it. But in a hate it kind of way. Walking over to the cabinet, he sighed as he opened it out and picked out a small wooden paddle. The florets often whispered to each other about whether or not the paddles were crafted from Reilani. He carried it back over to her, holding it out. 

“Very well.” She commented before dragging him over her lap, securing his arms behind his back with her vines. 

“Mistress, hnnf–” He tried to complain before his skirt was hiked up and she landed a sharp smack to his bottom. Great, now she could see his pink panties too! 

“Look what I found.” She mused before another sharp smack, the sting beginning to build. “Petal, you know it is unbecoming of one of my pets to be going around cursing. I won’t have it.” 

“Mistress, I’m sorry–” 

“Oh you will be.” She said, giving yet another sharp smack to his rear, eliciting a cry from him. 

A few minutes of spanking later, his bottom was very red. A few tears slipped down his cheek as he hung there loosely over her lap. His Mistress began to apply a calming class A cream over his bottom. Embarrassingly enough, his cock strained against the cage he was wearing, causing him to whimper. He’d earned the cage through an infraction the week before when he’d gotten mad at Maddie for beating him at a game of cards and called her a cheating little girl. His Mistress had assured him he would learn what a ‘girl’ really was. 

As she applied the cream, the sting faded out and then he was allowed to stand back up. She wiped his tears away, giving him a firm kiss on the forehead. That made him all warm and fuzzy inside, causing him to blush and squirm some. 

“Mistress.” He gave an embarrassed whisper. 

“You are one of my beloved pets. Should I not show you affection?” She grinned wide. 

“I’m not saying that.” He pouted slightly. 

“Oh I know, you’re just so tough, huh?” She cooed at him, giving him a little tickle under his arms. “So tough and cute in your panties.” 

He couldn’t help but giggle. “Mistress, the others could hear– 

“Oh I heard plenty.” A soft, satiny voice came down the steps. Vivian . 

She was all… goth outfits and monotone voices. Vivian was strikingly gorgeous, her crystal blue eyes shining like a beacon amongst her dark black hair. She grinned and blew Alexander a little kiss, leaning on the railing. 

“Vivian, please play nice.” Reilani sighed, knowing the two were bound to get into their little scuffles from time to time. 

“Just saying. There’s always room on the Powerpuff Girls team anytime he wants to join.” She mused before slipping away back upstairs. 

“Mistress.” He complained quietly to her, giving her a pathetic look. 

“Hush now. She isn’t hurting you, is she?” She asked. 

He gave a shake of his head. 

“No, you like these games you two play, even if I have to break you apart sometimes. I think you might even have a crush on Vivian, huh?” She smiled, tickling under his chin. 

“No I don’t!” He fussed with a foot stomp. 

“No more of that, mister.” She warned. 

“Yes, Mistress.” He knew he didn’t want another sore bottom. Not yet anyways. 

A moment later, she reached inside of herself and pulled out a vial full of glittery pink liquid. He groaned softly but she stopped him short. 

“I stopped by the botanist today for a refill.” She hummed. “Come on, open up.”

The elixir in question was a class G concoction. He whimpered softly, knowing it would make everything so fucky for a while. It always made his emotions spike harder, his horniness completely different and his skin so soft. He gave her a protesting whine even though he knew the elixir was just designed to be temporary. Still, it kinda sucked. It was like puberty all over again! She gave a warning tilt of her head and he put his lips to the vial a second later. He drank for a second before she pulled it away, smacking his lips some at the odd taste. Not bad, a little sweet. 

“Good girl.” She praised softly. 

He covered his face and whined loudly, wriggling on the spot. He peeked through his fingers, cheeks red as tomatoes. 

“Go on and play your games like I know you like.” She hummed and let him be on his way. 

He scurried back up the stairs only to be met with Vivian at the top of them right around the corner. He gave a little huff, blowing the curl out of his face as he stared her down. She had been snooping the whole time! Fine, he’d just snoop  the next time she was getting in trouble. 

“I know you and Maddie are up to no good.” She hummed with a little shrug. “She doesn’t even know you two are scheming yet. But she’s going to and then it’ll be you in trouble. Because you are always the mastermind.” She grinned softly. 

“Why are you so interested in me getting in trouble?” He pouted. 

“Because I like to watch you squirm.” She teased before disappearing off into her room. 

He let out a string of frustrated sounds before he stormed off towards his room. He was careful not to slam the door but flung himself on the bed. He buried his face in the pillow and kicked his legs, unsure what he was feeling so frustrated about! Stupid freaking Vivian with her stupid perfect face! He sighed into the pillow and cursed the class G elixir he had been made to drink. It was so awful having so many new feelings rush at him and not knowing how to handle them. When he’d managed to gather enough of himself together, he got back up and left his room – only to be met with the sight of Vivian lounging on the chair at the landing of the staircase. 

“Hey again, egg.” She called to him. 

“I am not an egg!” He finally fussed with her. 

“You so are! I can see right through you!” She retorted. 

“You think just because you’re older that you can just go around proclaiming people to be things!” He huffed. In actuality, she’d only beaten him to thirty by three years but he sure wasn’t letting her live that down. 

She returned the huff. “I am not old, you jerk! I am perfectly fine and you just can’t handle some light teasing because you’re just a little crybaby .” She growled back at him. 

“No you are the jerk–” 

“Enough!” Reilani called, walking up the steps. Her biorhythm had lowered a bit and they both swallowed thickly. “Now, I want you to apologize to each other. Vivian, you first as you should be setting the example.” 

Vivian gave her own pout at that comment. “I’m sorry I called you an egg and a jerk.” She said softly. 

“Sorry I called you old.” Alex said before carefully sneaking in sticking his tongue out in the brief moment Mistress looked away. 

“Oh my god, I can’t stand–” 

“Alright, both of you. Rooms!” Reilani declared. 

Both looked like kicked kittens as they scurried off to their separate rooms. In his room, Alex gave a soft grunt as he sat down at his computer. He took a moment to consider what to do before he opened up the farming sim again. He fidgeted before he began using his fake coins to buy more loot boxes. Sure, it wasn’t the exact same rush as before but he could handle this well enough. He sighed softly, watching as each one popped open, giving him a little burst of joy each time. 

What if he’d honestly hurt Vivian’s feelings in the argument? He’d gone pretty below the belt with his ‘old’ comment and worried she would truly hate him now. He wriggled in his chair, glancing back to his door before he made another round of coins. God, these had to be the boxes. Come on… come on! 

Reilani’s footsteps approached the door to his room and he cursed under his breath, closing the program quickly before turning to face the door. Just a brief moment later, she walked inside before moving to sit on his bed. 

“Come sit on my lap, cutie.” She said softly. 

He could tell she wasn’t gonna spank him again and he moved across the room. Once he was settled in her lap, he snuggled up close to her, feeling her rhythm vibrate through his whole body. A soft sigh left his chest as he sat there, a couple of tears escaping his eyes. 

“Why are you crying, petal?” She asked. 

“I-I hurt Vivian’s feelings.” He whimpered, squirming. “I didn’t mean to!” 

“I know you didn’t, cutie. But this is why arguing like that is no good for anyone. It gets too heated for you Terrans and someone winds up with hurt feelings. The both of you did.” 

He hated how easy it was for him to cry after drinking that stupid elixir. His feet swayed as they dangled above the bedroom floor, cheeks growing more wet. He tried to catch his breath as panic began to rise in his chest. No good, no good, no good…
There was a soft prick at his thigh and then cool calm flowed through him a moment later. He slumped further into his Mistress, letting out a soft breath. She always knew exactly what he needed even when he didn’t. The earlier panic dissolved into calm as he played idly with one of her vines. 

“In the future, when you’re feeling like arguing, I want you to come to me or call me if I’m not home. Can you do that for me?” 

“Yes, Mistress.” 

“Good girl.” She hummed. He didn’t bother to correct her. 

The rest of the evening passed in a quiet blur. Alexander and Vivian made up with hugs and cuddles. All was right in the Softwood home by the time it was bedtime. They all said their goodnights and then got into their own beds. As for Alexander, he laid there tossing and turning as he contemplated what to do. He glanced around the room before he sighed and put his head back down  on the pillow. The stupid freaking elixir kept giving him all kinds of gay thoughts like ‘what if I kissed Vivian’ or ‘wow… she’s pretty’. He hated how squirmy the pink liquid got him at night. 

The computer… he stared at it for a long moment. Probably… ok, he did have the direct link set up on his tablet. He opened it up and booted the computer up. It took a moment to navigate to the game in this style. However, he managed to get it open and grinned as he saw those same loot boxes sitting there. He bit his lip as he got ready to open the first one and then… 

“Logged for Mistress’ review.” 

“Oh come on!” He whispered quietly, letting out a frustrated groan. 

Her she came… heavy footsteps and all. He whined as the door opened and he didn’t have time to close the computer. Great, just great… he let out a soft sigh as she walked forward. 

“Petal, what is this?” She asked as she began to examine the screen. “Are you doing capitalism in here, petal?”

“There was no real money involved!” 

“That is not what I asked.” 

“Oh my god!” He groaned. 

“I will have the AI erase this. You know capitalism is bad for you! You know you can’t handle it!” She fussed before she lifted him into her vines. 

“Where are we going?” He protested. 

“You are coming to my bed, where you will be sleeping until I can trust you not to sneak off to capitalism.” She said, Alex floating along behind her in her vines. 

“Mistress, it was just a game!” 

“Lives destroyed, entire worlds laid siege to by that wretched curse… capitalism.” She nearly spat the name. “I will not have it in my house! Absolutely not!” 

The door to her bedroom shut with a symbol of finality. Would he be lying if he said he didn’t like the way she handled him? Yes. Yes he would be lying.