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They have fun~
call me a haustoric implant the way i was created to be inside that floret
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.
Anyone else Experiencing This?
[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?
[POSTED 02:23 11//11//2556 at Eleni Pryllia, Sixth Bloom's hab, Reese Pryllia, Fourth Floret's playroom]
Please, she showed up at my fucking DOOR a few minutes ago. Not my front door.
My bedroom door.
She's still here.
I told her I needed a few minutes to get dressed for privacy, but she's just SITTING ON MY COUCH.
And she
she took my fucking bedroom door with her.
I don't know what the fuck to DO
...
oh
oh stars, she's humming that song from the coffee shop...
I...oh...
Yes, Miss. I'll be...i'll be right over.
You were expected to be self sufficient from a young age and were not prepared for the toll it would exact on your comfort routines.
Now that this new and rigid routine has made its marks on you, having someone lift you from the discomfort and choose for you is comforting.
Even if the choices may be odd, the return to a chosen place that you can make your own paths through is warm and inviting.
And letting someone act as a shield for you, even if superficially sparks your heart immediately
Because you are small, and cute.
And deserve it.
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.
đ¶ You make cute florts with Salad đ¶
đ¶ You make cute florts with Salad đ¶
Biomod Taste Test.
A HDG Microfic, featuring cat ears, ear play, and waking up from anesthesia.
tranquilizer dart filled with estrogen
reblog if you agree
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.
Biodegrading.
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.
Giving head in a graveyard hits different
Gave head among the dead
One could say >>
Giving head while stoned on a headstone perhaps.
Todayâs emotion is: Comforting your floret at their most vulnerable.
Giving them a soft plushie, a warm weighted blanket, and a vine to chew on or hold.
The little cutie getting all still as they fidget less and less. Their eyes growing heavy as the song radiating from your core filled their head.
Adorable, sleepy noises escaping them.
Until finally, the fall, asleep or into subspace it doesnât matter. They are safe in your vines.
They are safe.
You made them feel safe.
They nestle closer to your core, as close as they can while itâs still inside your chest.
Stars above I need to chew on a vine. I don't know why but that just sounds amazing.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/55929616/chapters/177035306
The One I Want. Chapter 4
Sleepover!
I finally found time to edit this one. Sorry for the delay, life got in the way, and horse girls. Y'know, everyday normal person problems.
Enjoy!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66883642/chapters/172621621
Lady and the Plampt
Another of my chaptered pieces.
A princessification story featuring some of the characters that have appeared in my microfics.
Catgirls, princesses, maids and a Plampt!
Crossed Signals
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.
I'm not clumsy or accident prone.
I'm just crash test doll coded.
Protecting my porcelain brothers and sisters with my body.
A Terrans Purpose.
A HDG Microfic, Featuring dollification.