#hdg microfic

[a-blessing-of-ravens]

Dumpster Cat

"Don't you think this is all a bit dramatic, petal?" The warbling song of the weeds voice is all wrong. Too harmonic, too rich, too pretty?

"Fuck off," You yell in half-hearted defiance. "Leave me alone weed."

Petal, you're hiding in the ship's trash compacter. Please come out."

"No! Piss off! I'm fine here, I've got supplies and everything!"

"Really, petal?" The monstrous plant sighs, a curiously human sound. "There's raw sewage dripping from the ceiling. It doesn't exactly scream holiday getaway now, does it?"

"Yeah, well," You huff. "Up until five minutes ago I was safe, happy and alone! Now get tae fuck you interfering shrub!"

"Awwwwww! Someone's a spicy little kitty!"

"What!? No!" The plant is really starting to grind your gears, "I'm not a cat! I'm a person!"

"Awwwwwwww Kitty," The plant coos. "If you're not a cat, why are you hiding behind a dumpster in the rain?" The weed's strange warbling voice is filled with an alluring song. One that you can't help but focus on despite your best efforts. "Come now Kitty, I've got food for you. Your favourite in fact!"

The plant pulls a strange box out of its foliage, pulling the lid of with a crisp pop. Familiar odors waft out, carried by the rising clouds of steam.

"Is that—"

"Your Nani's chicken curry?" The plant smiles at you, "As well as chana dal, and roti. I made it myself actually."

The smug satisfaction in the weed's voice is grating, and you want to say no. You have more than enough synth cubes to survive. Unfortunately, your traitorous stomach growls like a ravenous animal.

"Would you like some?" The grinning plant pushes a bowl loaded with delicious memories towards you, "You're far too skinny, a nice hot meal will do you the world of good, Kitty."

You snatch up the offered plate and start digging in. It really is Nani's cooking: The excess of jeera because it was always her favourite spice, the married man pork that just elevated her green seasoning. Are there grated carrots in the dal? Nani always put carrots in her dal because you loved them so much. Tearing one of the buttery roti apart, you load up a portion of dal and curried potato, shoving the too large mouthful into your mouth.

It's perfect. Just like you remember, you can't help the little moan that escapes you, though hopefully the fact your face is stuffed with delicious curry and dal means the weed didn't hear it.

"Awwwww, does some Kitty like her din-dins?" You'd curse, but you're too busy eating, stuffing more of the heavenly meal into your mouth. "Slow down Kitty, remember to breath."

You're brain catches up with what the damn plant just said, and you take a deep breath to tell the presumptious weed that you're not a girl. Unfortunately for you, your mouth is full of the curried potato you just shoved in it, and suddenly breathing is high on the list of things that you'd like to be able to do.

"Kitty, are you okay?" You frantically nod your head, despite the iron band tightening round your chest. The plant's knowing grin does nothing to comfort you, "Really Kitty? You seem to be choking, are you sure you don't want help?"

You look around, desperately searching for a way out, as you repeatedly punch your sternum. You'd never really thought about it before, but the fact your chest is so flat is now deeply uncomfortable. Your eyes pop out of your face, as you frantically try to draw breath. You frenzied gaze searches your filthy hidey-hole, hoping against hope there's something that can get you out of your predicament.

You look up at the the grinning affini. Maybe the damn weed drugged you. Maybe is just the fact that your vision is dimming at the edges, but they look far friendlier than they did seconds ago. You reach up a tentative hand towards them, pleading.

"Awwwww, Kitty! You do want help." The plants grin is so wide it's a wonder the top of their head doesn't fall off. "Just nod if you want me to rescue you."

You nod, its not like you have any choice at this point.

Before you realise what's happening, you're wrapped in their vines, the errant potato pulled from your airway and tossed aside. You draw in desperate, gasping lungfuls, the stale air of the ship tasting refreshing and crisp, despite the lingering odour of sewage. It takes a couple of minutes for your eyes to stop watering, but when they do, you realise that you are held very firmly in the vines of your captor.

"Do you… think you could let me down?" You mumble in a meek voice, "I'm feeling a lot better now."

"Now what would I do that?" The plant giggles, "Left to your own devices, you'd just find another way to get yourself in trouble. I'd have to rescue you all over again."

"Put me down this instant—"

"Now now, Kitty," Your saviour shushes you with a vine to the lips. "Good girls say thank you to the kind affini that saved them."

"I'm not a girl boy! I'm a boy girl" Your protest crashes to a halt as you brain registers what you just said. "No! That's wrong! I'm a boy girl! A boy girl!"

"Yes! You're Mommy's goodest little girl!" You squirm, overwhelmed by embarrassment, as the damn weed pretty affini, tickles you under the chin. "Come on Kitty, it's time to take you home."

"Nooooooooooooooooooooo!" You yowl, "Let me goooooooooooooooooo!"

"Kitty," Your captor Mommy sighs. "If you don't start behaving I'll have to take steps."

You continue your futile struggle, but the vines that bind you are stronger than steel. You know you will never escape them, but that doesn't stop you putting up a fight. Even if that fight is more akin to wiggling like the needy little kitty you truly are.

"Have it your way Kitty." Mommy sighs again and you feel a pinch in your neck before the world goes dark.

—

"You were right, my dear flower, ferals do make the cuddliest lap pets." The musical sound of Mommy's beautiful voice washes over you. Its your favourite sound in the world. You could listen to her talk all day, but mostly you just spend your time on her lap, purring and making biscuits.

The other affini, Mommy's friend, giggles, and scritches you behind your ears. You let yourself be carried away on clouds of blissful sensation. Though of course, when Mommy does it, its somehow even better.

"She really is the cutest little kitty!" The other affini's voice is pleasant and musical, but not as good as Mommy's voice.

"I know, right!" Mommy giggles, sending electric jolts of pure affection throughout your nervous system, "And to think it was all thanks to a simple potato!"

[pathetic-floretic]

You stare up at owner, her green body towering over you. She chuckles, looking down at you with a smug yet loving smile. "Didn't I compile you that datapad, petal?" You nod, eyes not breaking from her for even a second. She smiles to herself, picking you up in her vines. "Hehehe... oh sweetheart, your sheer... obsession with me is simply darling!~" she giggles as she moves you to the left and right in her arms, watching your eyes perfectly train on her face. "Good girl~" you collapse in her viney embrace and writhe with pleasure. Owner thinks you're good. Your universe, your purpose, your god has reached out to you with praise.

Owner's been meaning to set up a therapy appointment to deal with your obsessive bond formation... but it seems like she's never gotten around to it.

[vanessa-coalescent]

Fertilizer

You whine, helplessly, as you struggle to squirm beneath her vines. She looms over you, pinning your arms and legs down spread-eagle, applying a comforting pressure to your chest as does a weighted blanket. Her dreaded tendril inches toward you, unfurling a beautiful blue flower you’ve become all too familiar with. You plead with her, begging for her to stop turning you into something you’re not. To stop making you act so weird and gross. All you want is to just be normal.

You close your eyes, wincing as you prepare for the gentle embrace of her petals around your face, and that sickly sweet scent flooding your lungs. But it doesn’t come. Instead, you can almost hear her pout.

“Awh, sweet thing… you know, your medicine isn’t making you do anything, right?”

You reopen your eyes, and try not to look up into hers. They glow a solid yellow, casting a soft light onto your face and the flower that threatens to engulf it.

“All of those adorable, silly feelings you find so shameful are locked up nice and tight, riiight in here.”

She presses her vine against your chest. You shake your head. You know yourself. You know you aren’t some weirdo. You would never think those thoughts on your own, not without shooting them down. All of that stuff is just intrusive.

“Think of it like fertilizer, sweetie. Wouldn’t it be so sad, if a pretty flower got stuck inside its shell, and never got to feel the sun? Wouldn’t you want to help the pretty flower?”

You look down, and away from her. You already know what she’s getting at. She smiles. She can tell, deep down, that you agree. You would want to help the flower.

“See, little one, the pretty flower was always there, buried inside the seed, waiting for just the right time to break out. But sometimes, a seed can’t grow quite right on its own. Maybe the shell is too hard, or it’s all scratched up and torn, or maybe it’s just not in the right place when it needs to be. Sometimes all a seed needs is a little push to help the pretty flower find its way out.”

But you wouldn’t think those thoughts, you protest. You know yourself too well. You know how bad they make you feel, how quickly your brain shuts them down when they try to come back up, how often they poke and prod and pull at your brain, begging to let themselves free. You wouldn’t let them free.

The room grows silent. You begin to understand.

“Your shell has grown so thick, my sweet. How cruel of your kind, to plant you so far out of season and leave you to your lonesome. I know how badly you, the real you, yearn to feel the sun’s heat on your fronds. It’s okay now, petal. There’s nothing left to defend yourself from. There’s no need to stay in your shell anymore. Let me help you.”

You haven’t even been dosed, and yet her words seep into your brain like sweet syrup, soaking into every last wrinkle it can. Your brain grows so heavy as if it’s pushing against your eyes, squeezing shiny streaks of liquid catharsis out from beneath them as you fail to choke back a sob. Her firm grip slowly loosens into a soft hug, vines coiling around you with a gentle squeeze.

The wicked tendril tentatively draws closer.

You don’t pull away.

“It’s going to be okay, little one. We’re here for you now. Just relax, and let yourself bloom.”

The soft petals cup your mouth and nose with a perfect seal as a familiar scent begins to creep its way up your nostrils. In seconds, the pressure stops. The tears dry up, your breathing settles, and one last hiccup teases a soft giggle from out your throat.

“There’s my little girl!”

[prettylynnpup]

Pretty sprout, why must you be so indignant? You're so incredibly insistent that you're not my sprout, and instead that you're an "independent terran." Do you know how funny that sounds while you hold desperately to my leaves and the xenodrugs make your pretty little eyes gloss over?

Every other affini that we interact with can see how desperately you want to be mine. How desperately you want to be broken. Just let yourself... No? You won't?

Fine. I didn't want to have to do this but...

I've read your stories, pet. The ones you post online and then pray I won't notice or read. All about your devotion to me, to Your Affini, to Your Mistress.

So why don't we make those stories a reality, hm? Just put your pretty little thumbprint here and we can finally get you the owner you've always wanted!~

[ashinbloom]

Compact Devotee

To the tune of LA Devotee by Panic! At The Disco:

You got two green eyes from the implant haze And an owner to love you for the rest of your days You wouldn’t change it, oh No rebel’s gonna make you leave, no

The Affini arriving was your sign And a martian storm with Aries rising Owner didn’t break you, oh Just domesticated you, whoah

Static eyes melt your mind Midnight conditioning

The black magic on the Occantalis Making florn with a girl named Alice Hitting Class-Zs and compiler sprees Just another Compact devotee Sunsets on the spinward side Nothing missed by benevolent eyes No more falling for the feral lies Just another Compact devotee

Just another, just another, uh oh Just another, just another, uh oh Just another, just another, uh oh Just another Compact devotee

You got a biomodded body from your vet And you haven’t met a xeno you don’t love yet Mommy came to save you, oh Couldn’t leave you alone, whoah

Domestication Contract lists your rights And the solar wind with Virgo rising Wouldn’t change it, oh No one’s gonna make you leave, no

Static eyes melt your mind Midnight conditioning

The black magic on Cymbidium Domesticated in delirium Hittin Class-E, speaking Xenrani Just another Compact devotee Sunsets on the spinward side Nothing missed by your Alpha’s eyes Always looking out for another little sprout Just another Compact devotee

Just another, just another, uh oh Just another, just another, uh oh Just another, just another, uh oh Just another Compact devotee

Compact Devotee Compact Devotee Compact Devotee Compact Devotee

The black magic on Tillandsia Medically prescribed amnesia Grandma’s making out with a dinosaur She’s just another Compact devotee Sunsets on the revolution Being cared for is the solution Always on the hunt for more xenosophonts Just another Compact devotee

Just another, just another, uh oh Just another, just another, uh oh Just another, just another, uh oh Just another Compact devotee

[royalfurtherevenmore]

alright new oneshot go brrr :3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84786941

Our beloved protagonist wakes up and realizes something horrible, she doesn't love her Mommy! Her affini has been Class-C-ing her on a regular basis and it's worn off! This is awful! She needs to do something about this at once! Probably escape, yeah escaping is what she should be doing.

[foxgirltechsupport]

A new purpose - HDG Microfic

cw: Its HDG so usual kinda manipulative caregiver warnings apply, its tame and there isn't any sexual content but there is a decently sized power imbalance and infantilisation thing going on, the usual between a floret and her Mistress. (Reader is ungendered so don't gotta worry about that)

Premise: A (soon to be) floret reminices on their time before the cosmic navy, leading to building a model kit and questioning their purpose in the compact. (1045 words)

It was raining, and Mistress was out on an errand. She didn't say what specifically just that she had plans she was looking forward to. I've only been on this wardship for like… certainly not long at least and I kinda miss her when she's not around, it's weird. Either way, I guess I have time to kill. But with what?

Oh I wonder if they're still a thing! Remembering my time outside the compact has been really difficult, especially so far back, but I remember when I was younger building these models. You'd, like, put them together piece by piece. They were just a thing to push the military industrial complex onto kids and get them to join the Navy (not like they had a say in the matter anyway) but it doesn't change that building them was still a highlight out of what little I can remember! Thinking harder, I remember spending hours putting them together and making them look perfect. And I could still vaguely recall the process! Walking over to the compiler, I started looking to see if they were still a thing, and to my surprise they were! Although a little different, a lot of the ones I remember are modified a fair bit. Sort of like the floret cuts of movies, I guess. There are some super cool ones I don't recognise, like huge affini ships and even some custom ones of digitised sophonts - presumably as a gift to their pinnates. After a long while looking, I found one that I remembered building, and it seemed pretty untampered with too! Exactly as I remembered it! It was perfect: a tall combat doll with mechanical limbs covered in white, grey and orange armour! I compiled it, as well as some tools, paints and a sheet of stickers, before picking it all up and setting it on the terran sized table in the main room. Opening the box it was exatly as I remembered: a collection of plastic parts on a sheet to be cut out and assembled, as well as a set of instructions! It is a tiny bit odd they still come connected together by a runner, given they aren't injection moulded anymore… At least I don't think that's how the compiler makes things. Must just be considered part of the process. Regardless, I got to work cutting the parts out, patiently sanding the marks and imperfections on each part, and carefully putting them together following each step of the instructions! Mistress came back home at some point; I was a little too focused to notice. She even made a comment about her never having seen me so focused before. Although she seemed confused by it all, even more so when I mentioned building them when I was younger. Either way, I just kept putting parts together! Eventually, I reached the last page in the instructions and had a finished combat doll in front of me. But something wasn't right, must just need the next step! Panel lining was next, flowing ink into recesses and cleaning up the excess. It turned out great and really helped bring out the details. But something still isn't right. Plus Mistress still seems confused, she keeps coming in to check on me before leaving back into the kitchen again. I guess she did say something about paperwork relating to me buuuuut I had other things to think about right now. Next up painting! I slowly and carefully painted on extra details by brush: super careful strokes trying to correct the colour of some parts and make others look shiny like real metal! Still it just didn't seem right! Finally was the sticker sheet! I had picked it specially despite not actually being for this kit. They were just simple details; some caution and warning stickers around thrusters and other parts that would heat up after combat, chevrons for the arms and little details that looked like they were painted on by her handler.

All done! But something is still off. I don't understand I followed the instructions perfectly! I just stared at it for a bit trying to remember what I knew it used to look like.

Weapons!!!! She's missing her weapons! I checked the box; no parts left unused, checked the instructions and that page had just been taken out! She's a combat doll, her weapons are a big part of her… her whole everything! They give her purpose, I don't know what I'd do if I… lost my purpose… my purpose, wait, where is, my… I don't know, I just, I'm missing, I don't know!

I looked at the doll through tears, her perfectly moulded eyes looking back, they looked less like they were homing in on a target and a little more empty. Her hands balled up to hold something but with nothing to hold…. I wonder is that what I look like now…

"What's the matter, dear?" I heard mistress behind me, her voice was so melodic, I couldn't help but move over to her as she brought herself down to my level, "She's missing her weapons!" I squeaked out best I could. "Now, why would a cute little sophont like that need weapons?" I couldn't even think, my head spun trying to make sense of my feelings. "'Cause it's her thing! She's a combat doll, she looks upset without her purpose!"

"It's ok sweetheart." Mistress sounded so calm. "why don't you come with me? it sounds like you've really tired yourself out today."

I wanted to protest, to shout and disagree, but before I could I was gently cradled in her vines on the sofa and struggling to keep my eyes open, and soon I was fast asleep.

I woke some time later, I don't really know how long, still in Mistress' vines and couldn't really move my body. But opening my eyes I could see up on the affini sized table my combat doll, and another model surrounding her, she was curled up in her own affini's vines, her hands holding onto the vines cradling her, her eyes full of love and adoration. She'd found a new purpose; she'd found a Mistress of her own. I nuzzled my Mistress and hugged her as tight as I could before drifting back off to sleep. Final note at the bottom: Thank you @mousey-vivi for proof reading and fixing a bunch of the grammar in this and making it actually readable, and everyone who read the early version and said they liked it since that made me confident enough to post it! ^w^

[a-blessing-of-ravens]

All It Takes

You stare up at the mosntrous plant woman. She stares back down at you. The heavy wrench, which moments before had been sailing through the air, hangs frozen, trapped in her whip like vines.

"I'm sorry petal, but this is grounds for compulsory domestication."

"Look," you sigh. "All I'm saying is that sneaking up on a guy who hasn't had more than two hours sleep in forever, was like, probably a bad idea."

Her seven amethyst eyes sparkle, "If I'm honest petal, I didn't expect you to be upright. The hydrogen-paxachloride we dispersed through the ship was designed to not be filtered out by standard issue TCN gas masks."

You grin up at her, "Yeah, that's cos standard issue gas masks are shite. I rebuilt mine so it'd actually do its job."

"What a clever little sophont you are." One of her vines pats you on your head. You can't help the little moan of pleasure that escapes your lips. "It still doesn't change the fact that attacked me. Besides, if I'm any judge, your physical and emotional states are grounds for immediate domestication anyway."

"Look lady," you pinch the bridge of your nose, desperate to chase the fatigue out of your body. "I don't really care what you do to me. Fuck, a good night's sleep and waking up rested, and I'll do what ever the fuck you want. Turn me into a cuddly senior catgirl for all I care."

Her face splits into a thorny toothed grin. Some ancient, mammalian part of your brain screams at you to run, but you're just too dammed tired to pay it any attention.

"That is a very interesting turn of phrase, petal." Her eyes flare with mischievous cerulean sparks. You suspect a trap, but the abyssal depths of fatigue you swim in, crush your ability to give a fuck. "Judging by your appearance, you are what you terrans refer to as a "man". Yes?"

"All straight dudes wonder what it's like to be a girl." You yawn, struggling to keep your sleep heavy eyelids open. "Everyone knows that."

"I'm sure they do Kitty," her expression softens. Now she just looks pretty rather than terrifying. "I accept your offer Kitty. All of it." Her grin is wide and predatory, but like who cares, all you really want is to rest. Whatever she has planned for you can wait.

A flower tipped vine moves towards your face, "Inhale petal, this will help you sleep."

You pull off your gasmask and the flower seals itself over your mouth and nose. You breathe in and feel your body relax for the first time in years. A wave of exhaustion washes overyou, and you go limp as the darkness takes you.

—

The dream seems to last forever, you are loved, cared for, allowed to just be. Your deep purrs reverberate through you, and all you can see is Her smile, Her beautiful amethyst eyes. You are filled with a deep contentment, washing away every worry you ever had. You hope this can last forever, but you feel yourself yawn and you know that soon you must wake.

Don't fret Kitty, you will always be loved

—

Your eyes blink open and you allow yourself a luxurious stretch. All the aches, all that fatigue you've carried for so long, have gone. Even the strange sensation of subtle bodily wrongness is no more. You stare up into the radiant amethyst eyes of your Mistress.

"Wow Miss, you weren't lying about helping me sleep. I feel amazing." You stop, becoming aware of the deep rumbling purr vibrating throug your chest. Speaking of your chest, you look down in wonder at the way your soft breasts jiggle under the force of your own purring. The joy of the moment overwhelms you as tears flow down your face. Mistress wipes them away with a gentle vine.

Kitty, is everything alright?

Your loving gaze rests upon the divine perfection of Mistress, and your heart is filled fit to burst with transcendental joy. "It's okay Mistress," You Mew. "I just really needed a good night's sleep."