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One of the many wonderful things they don’t tell you about being a floret are Core naps!

Everyone already knows about Core cuddles, being lovingly wrapped in Miss’s biorhythm. And not being able to think about anything outside of how much you love your Owner.

But more people should talk about Core naps, my Miss actually made a little space for me to sleep next to Her core while She does work and stuff. Apparently She shows me off to Her work friends, but my head is always fuzzy nowadays, so I can’t remember.

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My friend out here dropping the correctest of takes

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Need some pathetic trans girl to grab and pin down while I sink my teeth into her neck and grind her until she begs to get bred

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Would your affini owner really be that good if it didn't try forcefem on you?

Oh, you're already a girl? That doesn't change anything, you can be pushed further.

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lately i’ve been thinking about a scenario where me and another tboy tag team a transfem until she’s a whimpering mess. i don’t even know the specifics of what we would do (it would probably depend on the girl) but the dynamic has not left my brain

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Elegy for a Boymoder

"No, no no!" you shout, "I don't need domesticated, Miss Favali! I'm fine!"

"Petal," she speaks slowly, "I need you to put the knife down."

Without even thinking, you wave the knife through the air. "Why? I'm fine. I'm FINE!"

"I don't think you're fine, little one."

"I'm fine!" Your hand trembles around the knife. "I don't need domesticated and I don't need fixed and I don't need you fucking with my head!"

"What do you need, then?"

"I need you to leave me the fuck alone!" You hold the knife out with a shaky hand. She's already seen the scars, she already knows you're a fuck-up.

"I can't do that, petal. Please, let me help you."

"I don't need your goddamn help!"

"Have you taken your ætherea today?"

"I don't need it! It's poison!" You spit your words like the poison that the Affini, that Miss Favali, had tried to make you take. "You just want to fuck with my head so you can domesticate me!"

"Dear, I think you'll feel better if you just--"

"No!"

A tense silence hangs over your hab, the room far too big for you but the perfect size for an affini, and Miss Favali just watches as you shift your weight from one foot to the other.

"Can you put the knife down for me, petal?"

"No!" you shout, "I need it!"

"Whatever would you need that for, little one?"

"Need it! Gotta stay safe. Can't let you hurt me. Can't let anybody hurt me."

"Sweetie," her voice becomes a bit more stern, "I need you to put the knife down now and be a good girl."

'I'm-- I'm--" Your head swims with those words. 'Put the knife down', 'Be a good girl'. Your chest rises and falls inside your oversized hoodie and the knife falls from your trembling hand with a clatter. You collapse to the ground, muttering over and over. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

You shiver as a shadow grows over you, and by the time you look up Miss Favali is bending down to scoop you into her vines.

"Shh, shh, I know you are, dear. It's okay," she tells you as you feel a gentle pinprick in your arm. You look down to see one of her flowers stuck to your arm.

You feel lighter in an instant, and only feel lighter by the second. You can't even remember why you had the knife, why you're crying. Miss Favali continues to coo softly and pulls you further into her vines as she gently removes your clothes from your body. You can see a light inside of her, singing to you and pulsating as her form writhes in an oddly pleasing way.

Your entire body feels amazing as her vines massages your bare chest and shoulders. You don't feel the usual sting of disgust when somebody touches you for the first time since you can't remember when.

"You don't have to be afraid ever again," she assure you in her melodic, soothing voice even though you don't know what you were even scared of in the first place. "I'll take care of you now."

"You will?" Your voice comes out muffled through the pink flower she has pressed to your face. A soft mist coats your mouth and nose, and when you breathe in it smells like cotton candy bubblegum.

"Now and forever, darling. Now, take a deep breath. Growing girls like you need their Class-Gs."

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You can literally show any submissive trans girl the original human domestication guide contract and ask her "well petal?~" and she will visibly blush.

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"My son turned out fine."

Ma'am, your daughter wants to be a floret.

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Tattoo artist: So I guess you really like plants, huh? Trans girl: *getting her entire hand/arm tattooed to resemble bundles of vines, so hard she can barely think straight*, ...yeah I guess. I just really like plants, heh.

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HDG story idea for two girls in collage dorm, one independent and one floret, hijinks ensue.

Affini mistress visiting her floret and independent girl trying to ignore the loudest moans she ever heard in her life, being asked if she wants to join and trying her hardest to say no.

Owner of her roommate asking her to treat herself to one of the cookies she brought as a gift. she doesnt know they are full of xenodrugs

"why am i feeling so dizzy all of sudden" she says barely being able to stand

"oh my dear im so sorry i forgot to mentioned they were spiked, i hope its not a problem. me and my floret can take care of you in the meantime if you want?"

the fact they are roommates is because of the goverments program that requires every independent human to be paired with a floret in dorms

independent girl tries to socialize with floret and ask if she wants to watch a movie with her. she responds to it with excitement but ask if she has a floret cut of it

independent girl studies human history and is part of secret feralist movement (they are 5 people meeting every two week in a basement to talk about shit and pretend they are doing anything of value). shes terrified floret will rat her out if she finds out and like yeah she should be scared cuz floret will do exactly that

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Soooo hdg fandom real quick question how do we feel about the plant woman from Fantasia 2000

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U know what would be so hot? Imagine being an independent, just on your own, chilling in the park. Your wearing clothes that reveals a bit more than you’d normally be comfy with, but ever since the Compact has taken over you’ve decided to be more daring, since those pets of theirs go far past any risk you’d make.

Speaking of which, just as you get up, you feel a hand grab yours—ahhhh you know what, post over it’s 7 in the morning and I don’t have the mental capacity to write. I want to be involuntarily dragged into one of those Floret cuddle orgy thingamabobs. Perhaps even get drugged a little so I can’t really fight back. Imagine it being in public. Seeing other independents walking by, looking at me with a look of thinly veiled shock and disgust because they think I’m a floret, while I’m getting railed by one.

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Make sure you take extra good care of your puppies and take em out on Lotsa walks

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mmph. 🤐

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A Soldiers Rest - HDG x Halo 2 chapter micro fic, part one

Standard HDG content warnings apply - kinky plants, xenodruggies, and nsfw themes

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Joanne sighed softly as she stepped into the room she and her Mistress shared. As usual, the room was neat, save for the bed which was yet to be made. The room smelled of lavender, and the distinct smell that her Mistress gave off, something Joanne couldn't place her finger on.

Discarding those thoughts from her mind, she walked up to the bedside table, opening it up, and taking its contents out onto the bed. A helmet, and a damaged piece of a chestplate. The helmet was scarred, burnt, its visor cracked. Where the color was a perfect sage before, it was now worn from countless years in combat. The same was true for the chestplate, except it was in even worse condition. All that remained was a piece from the upper part of it, charred around the edges. Written in scratched paint, were the numbers ‘117’.

These were relics from her past, before she realized that the Compact were the good guys. From before they even had arrived. Her memory was sometimes foggy regarding her past, but she remembered a few key details. How she had been kidnapped by ONI at a young age, trained, and then given augmentations to make her better. Stronger, faster, smarter, just better.

She also remembered her team, Blue Team. Out of all the Spartans, only a few had survived before the Affini arrived. Luckily, Linda, Kelly, and Fred were on this ship, and they had been the best friends a floret could ask for. She viewed them more as her sisters and brother, to be honest.

She couldn't remember most of her combat however, but that was fine. Those were traumatic experiences that she didn't want to revisit if she didn't have to.

She only really remembered the first few conflicts that happened upon the Compacts arrival. How she fought alongside Blue Team and the Arbiter, trying to hold off the Banished from Earth. How fighting resorted to hiding from the Affini, attempting guerilla tactics, but losing each and every time. In just two days, they went from a couple of thousand Marines, ODSTs, and Spartan-IVs, to a few dozen Marines and Spartans. One of the Spartan-IVs that had been captured must have given away the location of the underground headquarters, because on the third day the Affini stormed the base, and nothing could stop them. It was for the best though, because the Compact had also stopped the Banished. For the most part, it seemed like Humanity and the species in the Banished all got along now. Or atleast, they weren't allowed to fight. The Affini made sure of that.

Luckily, Joanne and her team had been found by the Affini when they did, since she had suffered a near fatal wound from a gravity hammer, in a move to save what would have killed Kelly. If it wasn't for the Affini giving emergency medical attention, she would have died. And it only brought her and her Mistress together, since she was a doctor!

The sound of shifting vines behind her brought Joanne out of her deep thoughts.

“Oh, hey miss. I was just looking at these ol things. What are the plans for today?”

A vine came out to pet her, and Joanne leaned into it, mewling happily.

“Well petal, your friend, Thel, wants to meet us at the Class J Cafe near here. We both have some news to share with you~”

Just the mention of Thel Vadam gave Joanne goosebumps and a weird, fluttery feeling in her stomach. They had been friends ever since they fought alongside each other in the battle for the Ark, but that only brought a yearning for something further to Joanne. She… She wanted to be with him. She could barely hide her feelings whenever she spent time with the former Arbiter. Maybe today she'd speak to him…

After a lengthy process of bathing, getting make up applied, picking out a beautiful dress (in the style of Mistress, of course!) and some well earned cuddles, it was time to go. The trip was rather quick, only about five minutes away from their hab, and soon they had arrived at the Class J Cafe. This one in particular was called The Cuddle Den, and it was a pretty cozy spot.

Joanne and her Mistress entered, being greeted by a blissed out floret.

“H-hiiii~ welcome to The Cuddle D-den! my name is Caleb, He/Him pronouns! Y-you two may find anywhere to sit or cuddle, and we have a snack bar if you get hungry or thirsty!”

Mistress thanked him, and She and Joanne found Thel sitting down by a pet bed. As Joanne approached, letting loose a small smile, he clicked his mandibles and bowed his head.

“Joanne, it is good to see you again, my friend. How have you been?”

He held out his hand, and her heart skipped a beat as she stepped forward, placing hers in his and sitting down on the pet bed with him.

“U-uhm, I've been pretty good. Just missed you… How has life as an independent been for you?”

Thel gently offered for Joanne to cuddle up, an offer she couldn't deny. She got up close, snuggling into him and sighing deeply. Stars, he was so much bigger than she was now. Before, they were near the same size and height, but now, after being on Class Gs and being out of armor, Joanne had to look up at Thel to meet his gaze.

“Well, that's why I wanted to meet today. I… am not an independent anymore. Or atleast, I won't be.”

For a moment, Joanne's heart sank. Would that mean they wouldn't be able to see each other anymore…? Why else would he have wanted to meet today other than a goodbye…?

From behind her, Mistress procured a piece of paper and a pen, handing them over to Thel. What…?

“Me and your Mistress have been speaking, and I want to be her floret alongside you. That is, if you'd be fine with it. And, if it's also okay, Joanne, would you like to be my pinnate?”

Joanne felt a huge wave of emotions. First was confusion. The confusion switched to relief, then to overwhelming happiness. She hugged Thel tight, looking up at him.

“Y-yes, please! I've had these feelings for such a long time, I've.. Been attracted to you for a while. I'd be so happy to have you as my pinnate.”

Thel signed the paper, handing it off to Mistress, and then leaned down, hugging back.

“I know. You weren't very good at concealing those feelings. But, I share them too.”

Joanne blushed slightly, and and tried to look anywhere but at him. She gasped slightly in surprise when his large hands cupped her face however.

“G-gonna seal it with a kiss?” Joanne asked jokingly. Thel answered by leaning forward and ‘kissing’ her. She reciprocated, kissing his mandibles. A surprised gasp left her mouth as something was injected into both her and Thel.

“Just a class J and A, petals. Enjoy yourselves~”

She felt right at home snuggled up to him, gently and slowly kissing, wordlessly proclaiming each other's love.

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