Mar 11
i sometimes forget that basically every affini term is a real botany term and get jumpscared
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i sometimes forget that basically every affini term is a real botany term and get jumpscared
subffini whose neurodivergent terran dom uses their core as a stim toy; squishing and kneading and rubbing and squeezing it however they like, sometimes sitting on it or using it akin to a beanbag
the experience is highly stimulating for both of them; albeit in very different ways
Have you ever read something that resonates with you so viscerally that a new headmate just materializes? Cause, yeag
A Pollination Proposal.
A HDG Microfic.
Pseula Erstana, 2nd Bloom, lay splayed over her bed, twitching softly and struggling to hold her form together.
Grace Erstana, 1st Floret, was not making that task any easier by trailing a hand over her owners core every few seconds.
“G-grace my petal.” Pseula begged. “Perhaps it's time to take a bath? We have dinner plans with Ferris and Prim in an hour. It would be unbeco-”
Grace trailed her nails over Pseula’s exposed core again, causing her form to falter and her voice to dissolve into helpless moans.
“Did you know that Affini used to propose partnerships by sending each other florets covered in pollen?”
“W-where did you-”
“I thought it was a delightful idea~”
Grace giggled, trailing her finger around the vines that attached to the core and gave them a gentle squeeze.
Pseula’s mind went fuzzy, any further resistance melting away.
“So no, I don't think you'll be taking a bath, I think you look simply divine dripping with my ‘pollen’~”
Pseula’s mouth hung open as she struggled to form words.
“B-but what will Ferris think! If I show up like this it'll look like i-”
Grace rolled on top of her owner, straddling her core and grinding slowly.
“Ex-act-ly”
Grace purred, as her dear owner shivered beneath her.
-~~~-
Later that day the two pairs found themselves at Ferris' hab
The Affini on one side of the table and the florets on the other. Having just finished dinner they were excitedly chatting to each other about a game they both enjoyed.
Pseula was trying to quietly finish her enriched water, hoping that her dear friend wouldn't notice the lustrous wet coating on her vines.
Ferris wasn't speaking because she couldn't take her eyes off Pseula.
The darling little evergreen was simply glistening with her florets sweat and cum.
How could she not ignore her!?
Pseula felt a vine brush against her thigh; she shivered, her mind immediately slipped into a fantasy. No, she needed to stop thinking about-
“Pseula dear?”
The younger Affini jumped slightly, and the elder took advantage of the lapse in her focus to slip a vine between Pseula's and snake around inside.
“Yyyyyeeeessss?” Pseula shakily replied, trying not to betray her barely concealed facade of calm.
A grin played across Ferris' lips.
“Was it… raining in your Hab?”
Prim snorted and Grace covered her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh.
Pseula tightened up, her eyes widening.
“O-oh this? I can expla-!”
Ferris curled a vine around the darlings core and squeezed tightly, cutting her off.
“What was that sweet bloom?”
Pseula tried to stutter out another response, looking over to her floret for help.
Grace was smirking devilishly. Oh stars, oh roots, was this her plan?!
She looked at Prim, surely Ferris’ floret could intervene.
Prim was also watching, a blush adorning her cheeks.
She turned back to Ferris, only to find she had grown even taller, a hungry, possessive look replacing the normally calm and amused look she wore.
“F-ferris?”
She squeaked.
Ferris shook her head, forcing another flower tipped vine through the shorter affini's form again.
“Not tonight dear bloom~”
She grazed a needle over Pseula’s core.
“M-mentor!?”
Pseula stuttered, her eyes searching for an answer in the golden hues of the Affini above her.
Ferris shook her head.
“Not quite little one~”
She pushed Pseula over gently, letting her fall to the floor before joining her, her vines pinning her in place.
Pseula's simulated breathing picked up in pace, her vines squirming uncontrollably.
“M-mistress??”
Ferris shook her head again, her smile growing wider.
“Warmer~”
Pseula looked over between her friend and her floret, looking for the answer.
Grace mouthed an answer silently, and Pseula nearly melted.
Surely not.
She looked back at Ferris and stammered out.
“M-mommy?”
Ferris let out a growl that Pseula had never heard from her before and plunged a needle deep into her core.
Pseula yelped softly before dissolving into a shaky moan.
She felt a spreading warmth slowly suffuse her entire being,
“Good girl~”
What's this? Another chapter of Kintsugi? We have been having so much fun writing the tale of these three, that we banged out another chapter this week. Its a lot longer than our other chapters, but hopefully you'll enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it
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Kintsugi - chapter 6: A Tale of Shrubs and Flowers
Aueralia let's go and makes her decision, Kas finally enters the finding out part of their fucken about arc, and Meabh is just adorable