One of my favourite things about Cygames' no NSFW art policy is that it has a tendency to get magically skirted by yuri art being seen as more romantic than sexual.
Despite the fact these athletes in their prime that have totally not sexually charged rivalries and a genetic desire to triumph over each other in any number of competitions are absolutely fucking each other through the foundations on the regular.
Which has definitely lead to leaps and bounds in structural architecture space and also developed the fanfiction world because Agnes Digital is frothing at the mouth and ripping through keyboards at a lightning pace, avoiding the UMA3 writers curse purely by universal intervention as the fabric of the world requires this one gay ass horse to be as close to her idols as possible so her internal vibrations counteract entropy.
I'm not at all against Human X Uma pairings either,
Trainer X Uma absolutely happens all the time.
I just find it amusing when any human thinks they're taking any of these horses for a ride when the only time they're in charge in bed is absolutely as a favour/gimmick/wrapping you around their little finger.
Unless they're dressed as an Uma at the aforementioned Agnes Digitals bequest of course. Poor thing would be absolutely catatonic in bed with one of her idols.
If it's someone dressed as an Uma she can probably manage verbal key smashing.
[POSTED 19:23 10//11//2556 at Reese Mathers' hab, Office room]
When the Compact came, I expected a lot of things to change. Which, hell yes! No more capitalism bullshit! No more working (unless I wanted to, which I definitely fucking did not)! No more incompetent doctors who don't know how my body works!
...that said, I didn't quite...anticipate exactly how many things became "another excuse for the affini to dote on you, pet you, or attempt to domesticate you".
No, like, really. You do not understand exactly how many things fit into this category now. Going to the grocery store? Nah bitch, they made the shelves super tall so every plant around you can "help", and also I think they added hypnotic suggestions into the music to encourage you to race your cart down the aisles so you have a meet cute "accidentally run into an affini and knock all your shit onto the ground", moment.
Go to the gym? Ha! Yeah, no. You walk in and half the treadmills have been replaced with oversized yoga mats and a ton of Affini who would love to help you stretch. Don't even get me started on the lifting equipment (heavy weighted plushies (or florets) next to dumbbells).
Wanted to pop over to the coffee shop to chat with the cute barista floret? Hope you're ready for a (strangely familiar) affini to meet you at the door with your exact order, and then you're stuck in an (admittedly quite lovely) date where you realize a few things about your sexuality or gender or religion or fuckin...I don't know, your porn preferences? And then she gets the place to play some weird hypnotic song with subliminals and disinhibitors and...fuck!
Like, I get it. I'm cute, I'm funny, I have soft squeezable skin and a nice ass, and sometimes I moan a little by accident when I brush up against a vine. Of course I'm going to get a few encounters, right? Like...every now and again. A normal amount.
But I've fucking run into Miss Pryllia like twelve times this week! And half of those were on A DIFFERENT SHIP!
Seriously, I think she's following me, y'all. Does anyone have any suggestions?
You bring a homemade meat dish to the local potluck. Your Hab AI told you it was a nice thing to do. To help make friends.
And despite yourself, you're enjoying it. And before long you find yourself humming an old terra song, about negotiations, gifts, and lasting bonds.
đ¶ You don't win friends with Salad đ¶
đ¶ You don't win friends with Salad đ¶
You notice all the Affini around you watching with a concerning glint in their eyes, but pay them no mind. Not everyone understands the masterful genius of the Terran greats.
An hour passes in a whirlwind and you find yourself leaving the potluck nestled in the arms of an Affini, their tongue sliding down your throat. Their verdant greens complemented by the blazing blush on your cheeks. You find yourself drawn into their eyes, the spiralling fractal gold's drawing you deeper, deeper.
The biorhythm around you pulses to a familiar tune. Soothing, Victorious, Cheeky.
A HDG Microfic, featuring cat ears, ear play, and waking up from anesthesia.
It had been âšmonthsâš since I was given the sleepy drugs.
Mistress informed me it wouldn't be that long, but I'd been floating around for a really long time.
So I don't think she's telling the truth.
ButâŠ
It probably doesn't take months to install a new pair of ears.
So maybe she wasn't tricking meâŠ
âŠ
It had been âšdaysâš since I was given the sleepy drugs.
There was nothing particularly wrong with my old ears, they worked well, as far as ears went. Not particularly large or small, not battle damaged or scarred.
They just didn't suit me all that well.
We spent so long looking over the catalogue of options I could pick from, terran, animal, hybrids, other sophont species.
Mistress was nice enough to help me pick, especially since we were doing it for so long I started to fall asleep.
âŠ
It had been âšhoursâš since I was given the sleepy drugs.
But⊠it felt like it was longer, I know I'd thought about a whole lot of nothing while I was here, but for the life of me I couldn't tell you what it was or wasn't.
I knew it had been hours because Mistress said it would be hours, and I've decided she wouldn't lie to me about that.
Maybe.
It had been
Click
I whined softly.
I was being woken up.
I thought the Affini had gotten rid of all the cruel punishments.
Click
I pouted towards the direction of the clicks.
If I was lucky, my torturers would grant me a few more minutes of peace.
I heard giggling and cooing.
Oh
I didn't expect the sound to sound..
Different coming from the top of my head.
I felt myself smiling softly. It sounded really nice. I could listen to those giggles all day.
âShe's not waking up Mistress, what do we do?"
Oh, my pinnate. That's who was giggling, gosh she sounds pretty.
âPlay with her ears dear, but be careful. They're going to be extra sensitive~"
Mistress~ Oh how I love her.
Wait, what did she say?
I felt the pressure of someone climbing onto the bed beside me, and then over me.
The ambient light of the room was blocked by something passing over my head.
What was she-
But before I could react, I felt a warm breath glide across my new ears.
I bit my lip and cracked my eyes open.
âOkaaaaay, I'm getting uuuup"
I whined.
Then I felt her lips close around my ear, and her teeth gently graze the new, tender flesh.
My eyes shot open and quickly half closed again in pleasure.
She nibbled and suckled on my new ears, and I struggled to form a coherent thought for a few minutes.
She took advantage of my disoriented state and trailed her tongue up and over my ear. It twitched against her, almost begging for more.
It was involuntary I swear.
I heard a coo and the click of a camera.
Darn it, If the floret squad heard I was this much of a bottom I'd never hear the end of it.
I needed revenge, and I needed it fast.
My eyes focused and locked in on her exposed neck,
Sure the collar might get in the way,
But my honour was on the line.
I lunged, gripping her waist for purchase and-
She clamped her teeth back on my ear and held me in place
Her hand found the other ear and pinned it to the pillow.
Mercifully, she released my ear and sat up, straddling my waist.
She stared down at me, with a hungry look in her eyes I hadn't seen her use before. One I normally only saw from Mistress.
I'm like if your big sister kept on people pleasing and making itself unhappy so you had to take her happiness into your own hands with your own twisted little interpretation of their happiness should look like.
But it's my robot wife calling me (fleshy) frail and weak while she holds my wrists behind my back with one hand and tilts my chin up to stare into her eyes with the other.
She tells me how I bruise so prettily. I try to nod, but her grip on my face is absolute.
She mocks me for enjoying being under her control. I try to deny it, But her grip on my soul is even tighter.
I thought I posted this one when I made it. Apparently I missed one.
A HDG Microfic.
Featuring a brat. Her pinnate. Some conflicting commands. And some brief implied funishment.
âI'm just gonna leave a little gift behind, kay~?â
My pinnate whispered softly into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
She kissed my ear again and I felt her tongue probing around, gentle but curious. Exploring each little crevice, the wet sounds of her mouth and her gentle breath setting my mind alight with sparks.
I felt something small and round slot into my ear, her breaths now sounding louder, closer.
She pulled away, giving my cheek one last wet kiss.
She giggled, and curled up beside me on the bed.
I struggled to find the energy to move my limbs. We had been playing for quite some time, but having her clung to my side was just as blissful as having her atop me.
I licked my lips, gently testing my voice, which was hoarse from moaning and whimpering for the last hour.
âWhat did you-â
I tried to ask.
âDon't worry about it~â
She quickly interjected, I felt her voice echo inside my mind, and suddenly my desire to know more was gone.
And I was happy to cuddle and remain still for her.
A few hours later, Mistress returned home. I felt her presence before she even opened the door and sprung to my feet, eager to meet her at the door like I always did. The aches of the morning now a distant memory.
As I made it halfway through the living room I heard a command echo through my head.
âKneel~â
And I dropped to my knees.
My pinnate sauntered out of the bedroom behind me and joined me on the floor, kneeling a few metres short of the door.
It opened, and I was struck by the radiant beauty of my mistress,
Her long flowing purple hair, her welcoming smile, her enrapturing eyes.
I couldn't help but rise from my kneeling position and sprint the last remaining distance between-
âFall~â
I tripped just short of mistress, but luckily her vines caught me.
âSilly little petal~â
She cooed, smothering me in pets and affection.
âYou need to be careful clumsy, we don't want you to hurt yourselfâ
Behind me my pinnate smirked, her plan working as intended.
The day progressed as normal.
Until dinner. Sitting on mistresses lap, as a spoonful of fragrant tomato soup made its way towards me.
I felt her usual tap to tell me she wanted my mouth open.
But as I opened my mouth I saw my pinnates lips move ever so slightly in the corner of my eye.
And another command brushed against my brain.
âClose~â
My mouth closed again, denying entrance to the spoon.
Mistress frowned, tapping my chin again.
I ope-
âClose~â
I obeyed. My eyes drifting down as the commands repeatedly caressed my mind.
âOpen petal~â Mistress commanded.
âClose~âÂ
âOpenâ
âCloseâ
âOpenâ
âCloseâ
Mistress layered her biorhythm through her words harder and harder.
The commands clashed, pushing and pulling my mind, turning me around and kneading my brain into putty.
As my eyes unfocused and my senses dulled, I was lifted from mistress' lap and held before her.
Her piercing gaze searched over me, before locking onto something just to my right. A vine extended and plucked something from my ear.
Then a needle pierced my thigh and clarity returned to me like a pillow to the face.
âI'm so sorry petal, it seems someone has been playing a trick on you~â
My pinnate blanched, squirming back and offering her pleas of submission as mistresses gaze fell onto her.
She caressed my cheek, setting me back in her lap. She brought the spoon to my lips and let the spiced soup spill over my tongue.
I smiled and cooed happily, letting the warmth spread through me.
âNow sweet flower~â
A vine encircled her throat and squirmed into the corner of her mouth, holding it open.
Another vine made its way inside, probing, exploring.
My pinnate moaned softly, drool spilling out the corner of her lips. She accidentally swallowed. Her eyes widened.
It wasn't easy, switching from living under the accord to the compact.
At least beforehand I got to show up to work, get given my list of tasks to complete and complete them well.
If I was lucky my boss would even email me a picture of a pizza slice to let me know i'd done well.
But since the compact took over I no longer had that.
I tried to fill in my days attending the events and classes the Affini were propping up everywhere.
But dragging myself out of bed each day to find new things to do was so tiring.
The events were fun, don't get me wrong. But having to find and choose one is so draining.
I even tried to join a forum to get ideas for things to do.
But all the passive language just failed to compel me.
"For anyone who wants to join, we're learning to draw on Saturdays in Whisperleaf Park"
Well now I just don't want to make the effort to join y'know?
I brought it up to my therapist, she seemed a little concerned, but she had some ideas at least.
The first one was a bust, apparently factories are replaced largely by compilers.
The second was interesting for a while.
They installed a program called helper on my computer.
And when I opened it I received messages from sophonts requesting I assist in doing simple things for them.
Edit a document. Proofread a story. Offer my thoughts on a painting.
Unfortunately I realised they were coming from the same Affini who was tasked with giving me stuff to do.
I kinda lost the drive after that, I needed purpose.
The third idea she came up with...
Well it was certainly interesting.
I was to help Miss Hevershade, 7th bloom and her florets with odd jobs around the ship.
Apparently she lends her florets out to assist with events and to fill vacancies in floret positions in cafes and such.
(I thought they just closed down for the day if the florets were indisposed but apparently some Affini and Florets really need the routine, so they hire backup if they can)
And I won't lie. It was fun.
On my first two days Miss Hevershade picked me up with her florets on the way to staff a few cafes. And it was nice.
I got shown how to make coffee, and I picked it up pretty quickly.
Her florets surprised me, I was used to seeing them stumbling around, high off their asses, giggling at everything.
But these ones were elegant, refined. Perfect to a fault.
It surprised me when one grabbed my hand to guide me more effectively. Her hands were like mahogany wood carved into a purpose. Like mine, but smooth and hard. I don't know how, but her joints were like a dolls. It was....fascinating.
And made me extremely conscious of my own squishy hands in hers.
The other florets were the same, but with skin like ivory, ochre, or patterned like old world porcelain.
I asked Miss Hevershade later that night.
She called them her dolls, her little terrans who needed purpose. Who wanted to help. Who needed to help.
I didn't even last a minute in the silence that followed before asking my next question.
"Can I be a doll too?"
She smiled brightly and warmly.
She asked me lots of questions, pertaining to the transformation.
I wanted skin like the first dolls. Skin like mine.
I wanted the ball joints.
I wanted it all.
And now, with my brothers and sisters.
This one has it.
This one clicks slightly when she moves.
And this one loves it.
This one ticks when she's still.
And this one loves it.
This one gets to help people all day.
And this one loves it.
This one got a Mistress who loves her for who this one is.
And this one loves her.
Today we're assisting in a nightclub that's hosting a dance party.
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