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My Daily Pet Ritual - Chapter 1

Grace was awoken by the pressure of paws on her bare chest. Excited squealing greeted her as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, her vision adjusting to the light streaming through the curtains. A sunbeam illuminated the aggressor who bounced excitedly on her tum: Amelia, her fellow floret. Amelia ducked her head low and raised her behind, beckoning Grace to play.

"Good morning, love," Grace said. She stretched her arms, yawning. She then looked around the room. "Huh. It looks like mistress left already."

Amelia, head still ducked low, whined in response. "Mistress is performing a survey at the community center. She told me to tell you," she said. Another low whine. "I want to spend time with you. Do you want to play?" She wore nothing but her collar, adorned with a heart-shaped tag on which her name was printed. The sunlight accentuated the curve of her round breasts and chubby tummy, her thick thighs shifting restlessly on the bed sheets. Mistress's biomods had recently bestowed to her a fluffy, adorable tail that swished frantically in the air; a pair of dog-like ears flopped adorably as Amelia's head bobbed up and down.

Grace smiled. One year had passed since she gave up being an independent sophont to live the life of her dreams. She was now the first floret to her mistress, Rosa Rubiginosa Second Bloom; she lived every day in bliss, pampered beyond belief by her mistress. Amelia joined the household as the second floret a few months afterward, and was a very welcome addition. The three spent whatever time they could expressing their love for each other.

The only time mistress wasn't around was when she worked. She voluntarily performed surveys a couple times per week at the community center, giving her pets some much-needed alone time; but the florets didn't know too much beyond that. Their jobs were to be adorable, not to worry about boring things like work. Mistress said so. The florets weren't even allowed to wear clothes! After all, there were only two rules in their house: What mistress says is law; and any conflict between florets must be mediated by mistress Rosa.

Grace laughed. "I'd like to eat before we play, cutie," she said. "What did mistress leave us for breakfast today?"

Amelia smiled. "Umm... I dunno. I was too busy chewing on my bone to check. Mistress was teasing me through my implant," she said. The second floret tapped on her spine, referencing her haustoric implant. "I just got so excited chewing that I totally forgot to look. Ha. Sorry..." She then hopped off the bed, rushing to the door.

Grace couldn't help but grin at her girlfriend. Amelia could be so empty-headed sometimes. Even if the two florets were so different, they loved each other all the same.

After all, it had taken a full year for Grace to accept that she was Rosa's good girl. She had thus delayed the haustoric implant longer than most florets. She had, however, received similar biomods to Amelia: a pair of scarlet fox ears and an adorable fox tail that twitched at the slightest excitement.

Contrastingly, Amelia bent her knee to mistress Rosa almost immediately. She readily accepted mistress's embrace, and had been pumped full of Class-Gs and Class-As for months now. In short, the puppy had been thoroughly domesticated.

The two florets walked to the kitchen, Amelia's tail wagging. On the table were two platters, each containing the florets' favorite pizza. They devoured the food handily while focusing on other tasks. Amelia nodded silently to herself, listening to Rosa through her haustoric implant. At the same time, Grace received a message on her tablet:

"Good morning, petal! You were adorable last night, begging for my embrace. The Class-Hs really work, don't they?~ I will be gone for about forty more minutes. Enjoy your breakfast and use this time to do whatever you'd like. ?? P.S. I've released a diluted Class-N into Amelia for this morning. Have fun dealing with that, darling. I'll be watching.~"

Grace smiled devilishly. Damn that plant! She always knew how to tease her pets. Grace's tail swished side to side thinking about how much influence Rosa held over the two of them; the adorable florets' days were filled with all sorts of tricks intended to fluster and break them. Whether it be spontaneous hypnosis or mind-melting Class Es, Grace and Amelia always navigated a minefield of pleasure.

Grace finished her meal and glanced at Amelia. Already the second floret was beginning to display signs of affini-induced heat. Her cheeks showed hints of blush. She fumbled her hands and looked downward at her tablet, as if trying to hide her arousal.

"Hey," Grace said, tapping the table lightly. "You wanted to play, right? Wanna play some Marco Kart?"

Amelia smiled. "S-sure. Yeah." They held hands and walked to the nearby couch, sitting and grabbing the nearby controllers. The dust-covered cartridge had been recovered from an ancient human habitation by Rosa before the artifacts were archived. The video game's name wasn't actually Marco Kart, but Amelia had always called it that. Both Grace and Rosa found it adorable and never corrected her.

"I'm gonna win this time," Amelia pouted as she selected her character. "And if I don't, I'm gonna make you and mistress gimme lots of cuddles. Rebellious behavior. Okay?"

Grace laughed. "You say that every time, cutie. Besides, when don't you demand cuddles from us?"

The puppy shifted in her seat, offended. "I don't do that all the time! Sometimes I'm like, super bratty. And rebellious. So yeah, watch out," she said.

"Rebellion? You get needy when mistress is gone for more than five minutes," Grace teased.

Amelia puffed out her cheeks and turned away. "Whatever! I'm gonna tell mistress you're bullying me."

Grace's tail wagged. "As if. Remember that time you were on Class-Hs and admitted you wanted mistress and I to-"

"Noooo!"

"--to bully you? You even begged us to mark you as our property with hickeys. Your moans were adorable."

Amelia covered her face with her hands, squealing in embarrassment. "I can't believe you know all that! Uuuuugggh!"

"Love you, too," Grace teased. She then looked down to see Rosa had sent her a message:

"Good job teasing her, petal. ;) Mistress loves you both so much. Watching you both makes me so happy. Have fun playing!"

Grace blushed and quickly sent a heart emoji in response. The florets then selected their characters and began the race, zooming around the track. Naturally, Grace finished first place. Amelia was in last place, worse than usual. Her hands shook, and she often paused to wipe sweat off her forehead.

Amelia squirmed. "H-hey. Is it just me, or do you feel... warm?" she asked. "Mistress has been teasing me about something, but won't be specific." She fidgeted with her hair.

Grace feigned ignorance, smiling smugly. "I feel fine, love. And I wouldn't overanalyze anything mistress says. She has a way of teasing us over nothing, after all."

Amelia breathed deeply. Her ears folded back, as if submitting to some invisible force. "No...no, I definitely feel different. I... uh..." Without thinking, she felt her nipples as they perked, grinding slightly on the couch. "My tummy just feels different I guess, that's all," she said.

"You're so cute," Grace said. "And so dumb, too."

Amelia's ears perked. She leaned toward Grace, pointing an accusatory finger. "So there is something going on! What are you and mistress up to?"

Rosa's laughter was heard clearly through Amelia's haustoric implant. Grace shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "Maybe you're just an adorable puppy. Have you ever thought of that?"

Blush rose to Amelia's face. She crawled closer to Grace, but stopped abruptly. "C'monnn! I'm so warm...ah!" She shivered as her pussy grazed against the arm of the couch. "Th-this is unfair! You're both doing something to me!"

Grace rolled her eyes. "Only because you're so cute!" she said, and readjusted herself on the couch. "How about this: If you win this next match, I'll tell you everything you want to know. Alright?" she asked.

"Fine!" Amelia said, and sat back down. "But I'm gonna get to the bottom of this." She growled as she selected her character, her tail thumping aggressively on the couch cushion. "I'm the best doggy ever and I'm gonna force the answer out of you," Amelia mumbled.

The florets selected their characters and watched as the countdown began. Grace couldn't help but smirk as she glanced at Amelia's determined expression. The race began, and Grace immediately sped ahead out of Amelia's view.

"Nooooo! Dirt! Come back!" Amelia pleaded, careening out of bounds and subsequently driving backwards across the starting line. "Nooo! This is so unfair. I'm so bad at this," she pouted. Her face reddened further, her hips gyrating on the couch cushion unconsciously. Amelia was slowly losing her focus.

Grace chuckled, winning the race handily and placing the controller down. Seeing this, Amelia didn't even finish. Her breathing became ragged. Her focus shifted to her body. "What... are... you doing?" she asked.

Grace moved closer, grazing Amelia's face with her hand. They gazed into each other's eyes. "Class-Ns," Grace revealed. "Mistress has been dosing you since this morning. And you've been so adorable since."

Amelia looked away. Her tail wagged. "I knew it was something like that. I've been wanting to mate with you so bad," she said. "I just didn't know what it was..."

The vixen smiled. She brushed Amelia's hair back, grasping the back of her head. "Seeing you flustered like this makes me so happy," she said. Grace's other hand lightly brushed against Amelia's plump breast, feeling its warmth. A moment of silence as they took each other in. Amelia's eyes pleaded for more.

"P-please kiss me already," Amelia begged.

Grace smiled. "Good girl," she said. She leaned in and kissed Amelia, holding the puppy's face close and lightly gripping her long hair. Amelia then wrapped her arms around Grace's waist, pulling herself onto the vixen's lap. She quivered as the Class-Ns overtook her, uncontrollably grinding on Grace's thigh. She felt herself melting, her consciousness replaced with dumb pet thoughts.

The warmth of Amelia's slit made Grace pull the pet in closer, grasping at her back. She plunged her tongue into Amelia's mouth, violating the submissive pet. Her penis twitched excitedly against Amelia's inner thigh. Wanting more, Grace pulled away and smiled devilishly. Her tail wagged in excitement. "You're wet, puppy. You must really be in heat," she said. "Tell me. Do you want me to mark you?"

A squeal escaped Amelia's mouth. She could barely form words; her mouth released only weak moans and barks. In her last moment of lucidity she could feel mistress watching through her haustoric implant, slowly disabling her speech processes and lulling her into a dream-like state. Losing herself, Amelia buried her head in the crook of Grace's neck. She humped the vixen's thigh desperately, her breathing ragged.

"Aww! You can't speak. Too lovey, are you?" Grace teased, petting Amelia's head. "Maybe I should just start calling you Puppy! Seeing as you're such a good pet," she said. "Would you like that, Puppy?"

Puppy only squealed, humping Grace's leg harder. She couldn't find the words to protest. Not that she wanted to. Her mind was disappearing into a whirlpool of bliss.

Grace chuckled at how mindless the floret had become. "You're adorable, baby. Fine. I'll mark you as mine, just like you want," she said. The vixen bent downward, placing her lips on Puppy's shoulder and kissing lightly. She then bared her fangs, sinking them into Puppy's skin and holding the pet still with her claws. Light red streaks appeared on Puppy's back where Grace had been. Puppy quivered uncontrollably as she was devoured by the dominant floret.

Satisfied, Grace pulled away. She stared lovingly at Puppy's dazed expression and pet her head, admiring the mark she left on Puppy's shoulder. The submissive floret's consciousness was melted by Class-Ns, leaving her a shivering, horny mess. She stared needily at Grace, panting.

Grace's heart raced as their eyes met. She felt herself losing control. She needed to take Puppy as her own. Completely and utterly. Wordlessly, Grace took Puppy's breast in her mouth, massaging her nipple with her tongue. She pinched the submissive floret's other nipple with her opposing hand, listening intently to Puppy's adorable moans. Puppy's tail wagged violently, beating the couch cushions. Her hips gyrated on Grace's lap. Drops of moisture trickled from her pussy onto Grace's legs, soaking into the cushion.

"Mmmph!" Puppy grunted. Her lips curled as if to speak, but she was unable to articulate. The need to be a good girl consumed her. She stopped grinding and repositioned herself, hovering over Grace's package.

Grace stopped suckling, staring at the adorable pet. "What? Do you want to feel me inside you?" she teased, staring intently at the floret's subdued smile. Puppy nodded, her chest heaving with every breath.

The vixen rolled her eyes, feigning disinterest. "I don't know, Puppy. If you want to feel me so bad, you should beg. That's what good girls do," she said.

Immediately, Puppy began to bark and squeal. She pressed her face against Grace's, covering the floret's face with adoring licks and kisses. Puppy's breasts pressed against Grace's neck. Grace laughed, shielding her face. She pushed Puppy away and wiped the slobber off of her face.

"F-fine," Grace said, between chuckles. "Just because that was so damn cute, I give you permission. You can feel my clit. Slow, now."

Puppy smiled and readily lowered her chubby thighs onto Grace's clit, gasping as she felt the dominant floret enter her. The Class-Ns had reached a fever pitch, sending Puppy's mind into a breeding frenzy. She immediately began grinding on the vixen's lap, pressing Grace's back against the arm of the couch.

Moans erupted from Puppy's mouth as Grace filled her up. Her entire body shook in pleasure. Her spine arched. Her tail wagged. Xenodruggies flowed freely through her body, courtesy of her adoring mistress who watched from afar.

"A-ah! I love you, Puppy," Grace said. The weight of Puppy's body held her against the couch. Grace shivered as the warmth of Puppy's pussy massaged her clit, throwing her head back and exposing her breasts. She moaned, holding tightly onto Puppy's hips and thrusting deeply inward.

Hearing her lover's moans made Puppy's humping intensify further. Her ears flattened against her head in a show of submission. She thrust herself up and down on Grace's clit, forming a rhythm with her lover. Her round breasts bounced slightly with each hump. She grazed her clit against Grace's shaft with each thrust. Puppy shook as Grace pushed against her tummy from the inside.

Without warning, Puppy felt her balance shift. She fell on her back as Grace rose from under her, swiftly pinning Puppy's arms against the couch cushion. Grace now laid full on top of the submissive floret, their faces only an inch apart.

Grace laughed. "Didn't expect that, did you?" she said, and planted a kiss on Puppy's lips. "You've been such a good girl today, Puppy. I've decided to treat you. I know that mistress would want me to, anyway."

Grace's devilish smile sent the submissive floret into a frenzy. Puppy attempted to respond, but only a lone bark escaped her lips. She couldn't move her arms. Her legs were pinned by Grace's body weight. She was completely vulnerable. Moans erupted from her lips as Grace entered her once more, the dominant floret's hips grinding rhythmically. Puppy threw her head back, trying to break free; but of course, Grace easily overpowered her attempts at escape, only breeding her harder.

"D-damn, you feel good," Grace growled, her fluffy ears folded back against her head. She humped faster now, her breath becoming ragged. Her tail curled inward between her thighs as she thrust deeply into Puppy. She grasped Puppy's collar, pushing herself inside her sheath. Grace's eyes fixated squarely on her prey's face.

Puppy felt her tummy tighten. The Class-Ns were about to push her over the edge. She squealed and thrashed, arching her spine and thrusting herself onto the dominant floret's clit. Grace only held the collar tighter, her claws sinking into Puppy's neck. She pushed her breasts against her pet's.

"Cum for me, Puppy," Grace said. She panted heavily. Her clit twitched inside of the submissive floret's pussy. "I want to feel you, baby. Good girl..."

"A-ah!" Puppy squealed. She shook uncontrollably. Her tail thumped against Grace's ass. She shoved herself frantically onto Grace's clit, trying and failing to wrestle herself free from the floret's grasp. Grace then embraced her in a kiss, stifling her moans. At that moment, Puppy lost control. An orgasm enveloped her entire body. Her legs tensed. Her mind went blank. Waves of cum erupted from her sheath, coating Grace's inner thighs.

"Good girl! Good - ah! I love you!" Grace moaned as Puppy contracted around her. The dominant floret thrust her hips deeply inside her lover. Her clit throbbed excitedly. As she tensed, she instinctively gripped Puppy's wrists as tightly as she could, forcing her entire body weight onto the submissive floret. Strained moans escaped Grace's lips as she came inside Puppy, filling her pet with love. They once again embraced in an intimate kiss, Grace maneuvering her tongue around the vulnerable Puppy's mouth.

The warmth of Grace's cum completely filled Puppy, leaking onto her chubby thighs. The pet's orgasm continued as waves of cum erupted inside her, sending her into a state of absolute bliss. Grace's clit quivered, sending shocks throughout both florets' bodies. The dominant floret then collapsed onto Puppy, content to simply rest inside of her.

The couple breathed heavily, embracing each other as close as they could. Grace pet Puppy's head, speaking softly into her ear. "Good girl," she whispered. "You did so well for me."

Puppy let out a weak squeal in response. Her mind was broken. She could only think of being a good girl. The warmth and weight of Grace's body enveloped her. The florets then laid in silence, enjoying each other's presence.

Grace's ears perked as the metallic clang of keys interrupted the florets' tranquility. Distantly, a door opened.

"Petals! Mistress is home," Rosa called out. "Now, where are my beautiful pets? Not being naughty, I hope.~"

The florets simply stared at each other. Simultaneously, they realized that this entire encounter had been planned from the beginning. Mistress made them put on a show for her own amusement.

"Hello? Petals, don't make me hunt for you." Mistress's voice loomed closer. The shuffling of vines sounded throughout the room. Amelia released herself from Grace's grasp, bounding on all-fours around the couch and toward her mistress. Grace simply laid on the cushions, exhausted.

She could hear mistress's voice a few yards away. "Awww! There's my puppy. Good girl! Something tells me you had fun this morning.~ Such a lovely girl. Now, where's my other pet?"

Amelia yipped in response, leading her mistress to the couch and sitting. Rosa leaned over the back of the couch, staring down at Grace.

"Well, hello, lovely. You did such a good job breeding Amelia this morning. I watched it all. You were adorable." She rubbed Grace's tummy, coiling another vine around her chin.

Grace smiled, splaying herself out. "Hi mistress. I've been busy."

Rosa's eyes glowed momentarily. "Yes, of course, petal. Very busy," she said. Grace felt her mistress's vines coil softly around her body. Before she knew it, her and Amelia had been lifted into the air and swiftly placed on Rosa's lap. They all sat on the couch facing toward the terran television set. Marco Kart still played silently on the display. Rosa pet them both as she stared intently at the screen.

"I love you both so much. But I will never understand Terran games. What is the goal of this game?" Rosa pondered to no one in particular.

Amelia didn't pay attention to the remark, instead nustling her mistress closely. "Mistress? Can you hold me tight? Please?" she asked, snuggling Rosa's vines.

Rosa laughed. "Yes, of course, petal." She then coiled her vines around Amelia's body, holding her tightly. Only the puppy's head poked out. "You've been missing me, haven't you?" Rosa asked.

Amelia nodded. "I've been having a lot of fun. But I need you around," she said. She then nibbled softly on her mistress's vines, alternating between loving bites and licks.

"Such a good puppy," Rosa said. "I love it when you bite me. Dumb little thing." She then turned to Grace. "You've enjoyed your morning, I assume?" she asked.

Grace chuckled. "You set us up. You knew we'd breed the moment you left."

Rosa smiled. "Is that a bad thing? You're both so adorable, after all. And I didn't just give Class-Ns to Amelia.~"

The vixen shook. Her ears twitched. "A-are you serious?" she asked. "You drugged both of us?"

Rosa laughed. "I didn't just do that. I need to come clean about something. Watch me, petals." She effortlessly lifted her hand, summoning a small holographic screen. Her fingers danced upon the digital keyboard and swiped at unknown symbols, looking for something. Finally, she opened a folder called "My Pets??."

The florets stared, slack-jawed, as videos of them making love flashed on-screen. A video from six months ago of Rosa snaking her vines into Grace's ass; another of Amelia being cuddlefucked by Grace as mistress watched; and perhaps most surprising, Grace breeding Amelia just half an hour before.

"Wh-what is this?" Grace asked. Her tail twitched as she stared in awe at hundreds of video thumbnails. "Have you recorded every time we've had sex?"

Rosa chuckled. "Why, yes! And they're being viewed universe-wide as we speak. Other florets find you two adorable, you know. They're positively jealous." She sighed. "This makes me excited too, you know. You two really are the most adorable pets in the world."

Amelia squealed, burying her head against her mistress's vines. "What? How? How did you... how did you manage all this?" she asked.

"Yeah! We didn't ask you to record us!" Grace protested. "You should've asked for permission first!"

Rosa's brow furrowed, then relaxed. "There's a reason I did all this, silly. But don't worry! I'll show you." She nonchalantly flicked her finger, browsing the videos until she reached the very first. Its date of recording was about a year ago, almost immediately after Grace became mistress's floret. "Hopefully this will explain things, petal," Rosa said, and clicked play. The florets stared intently at the video feed.

The screen turned black, as if the video had been cut off. However, the sound of rustling and breathing could clearly be heard. "Dirt! How do you Terrans operate cameras? So simple, and yet so badly designed. I'm using Affini-designed cameras from now on..." Suddenly the camera lens was uncovered, and Rosa's face appeared onscreen at an unflattering angle. Seeing herself in the video feed, Rosa frowned. "Oh. This is clearly not my good side," she said.

The camera then flipped to show Grace writhing on her bed, her tummy coiled tightly in her mistress's vines. Grace smiled absently, a small rose on her breast administering a mixture of Class-As and Class-Hs. She moaned and twitched, completely enthralled by her mistress's eyes offscreen.

"Tell me again what you'd like," Rosa demanded.

Grace whimpered. "Please, mistress! I want to show everyone," she begged.

Laughing. More rustling. The camera shook. More vines crept toward the bed. "You want to show everyone what?" Rosa teased.

"I-I want to show everyone our love," Grace begged. "Post it wherever. I don't care. I just want people to see."

"But, petal! You said you hated showing people your body," Rosa protested. "What's changed, little one?"

Grace grunted, the chemical cocktail making her body ultrasensitive to touch. The vines lapped at her legs now, sending shocks up her spine. "I dunno. I don't care. Wipe my memory. Take everything from me. Make me yours."

Rosa sighed from offscreen. "If only you were this cooperative normally. You'd make such an adorable pet." A pause. More moans escaped Grace's mouth. "How about this. I'll record you and post you online. But I'll only reveal it to you when I know you're ready. Is that alright?"

Grace smiled absentmindedly, throwing her head back. "Yessssssssssss," she said, her speech slurred. "Make me your toooooy. Pleeeeeeaaaa-"

The video halted suddenly. Grace and Amelia simply laid on their mistress, staring at the frozen frame. There was a moment of complete silence as Rosa swiped to show others' comments below the videos, petting her pets' heads.

"Do you understand now?" Rosa asked. "You both asked for this. And strangely, you both asked to forget about it. I decided to only remind you both when you were ready." She scoffed. "If you'd like, I can show you the video Amelia made as well."

Grace's breath left her body. It was as if she'd been choked. "Wh-what made you reveal this now?" she asked.

Rosa rolled her eyes. "You both begged me to tell you last night when I injected Class-Hs. You said you were ready. Wanted to take your next steps as my florets. I thought it was adorable! Class-Hs don't lie, after all. I know every inch of your subconscious."

Grace felt her chest flutter. Seeing herself so vulnerable onscreen made her quiver. Thousands of comments popped by on-screen, praising her body. Hundreds of people admiring her ass, her chest, her clit. Hundreds more saying how cute she and Amelia were. Even independent sophonts seemed to envy her. Grace's face reddened. "O-okay. Fine. I might like this," she said. Her tail wagged.

Rosa pet Grace's head. "Good girl. And how do you feel, Amelia?" she asked.

"I-I love you, mistress," Amelia blurted, pushing her head into Rosa's chest. "You're the best mistress ever. I love being yours. I want to share our love with everyone." She sighed. "I can't believe I asked to forget about this."

Rosa smiled. "Embarrassment is hard to explain, petal. Don't worry. Your domestication takes as long as it takes. I'll be with you every step of the way," she said. She turned to Grace. "That goes for you, too, dummy."

Grace grunted. "I... I can't believe you actually did this," she said. "But I'm not mad. I...I just wish I had asked to remember earlier." She pushed her face into her mistress. "I love you. So much. I'm so happy to be yours."

As the three snuggled, Rosa dismissed the holographic screen with the flick of a finger. She held her florets close, listening to their heartbeats. A moment of stillness. "That's enough for now," Rosa said. "I don't want to overwhelm you. Would you two like to do something else to calm down? Maybe play a game?" she proposed. She then picked up a controller.

Grace stifled a laugh, glancing at the television. "The controller's a bit small for you, mistress. I don't know if you can play." She then reached to grab her own controller.

"Nonsense!" Rosa declared, exuding smaller vines from her hands. "I'm the dominant species of this universe. I can master any silly Terran game. Watch me." The smaller vines wrapped themselves awkwardly around the controller, resting themselves on the buttons. "There! See?" she proclaimed.

Amelia rolled to face the television, still enveloped in vines. "I'll just watch," she said. A dazed expression adorned her face. "I'm too tired to play."

Rosa nodded. "Very well, petal." Grace then maneuvered to the title screen, beginning a new race. The pair picked their characters and began the match. The countdown sounded, and the race began. Grace sped off without a second thought. Rosa, however, remained perfectly still at the starting line.

"Um, mistress? You're supposed to drive," Grace said.

"Drive? Oh, yes," Rosa replied. She moved slightly forward, pausing at the side of the road. She faced the sidelines, staring off into the virtual forest.

Amelia giggled. "Mistress, you're supposed to try to win!" she said.

Rosa sighed. "I don't understand. I am admiring the scenery. How else am I supposed to enjoy myself?" she asked.

"You're supposed to drive fastest," Grace said. She neared one full lap now. "That's how you win."

"Win?" Rosa asked. "That does not sound like fun to me. I would like to explore, if that's alright with you." She drove gingerly to a nearby flower, making sure not to run it over. "Ah! What a wonderful plant," she commented. "Petal, come view this flower with me."

Curious, Grace abandoned the race and joined her mistress in exploring the track. Ten other cars passed by as the two studied every little detail of the environment: five white flowers; four pink flowers; a single rose; strange Terran advertisements for a substance known as 'Cola;' strange mushroom people who could not be domesticated, much to Rosa's chagrin. Simply watching their mistress wander around aimlessly was heartwarming.

"This virtual world is filled with such wonders," Rosa said. "I'm glad to experience it with my beloved florets."

Grace nuzzled Rosa's breast, following Rosa's cart slowly. "I'm glad, too," she said.