#but there are terran florets

[clairekudzu-secondbloom]

Alright, I've made a tentative first chapter for my first HDG fic!

Give me that constructive criticism, give me that praise and compliments, or give nothing at all and don't read, that's cool too!

Anyway, it's under the read more!

Domestication of Barbarians

Ch 1: Unexpected

This was supposed to be an easy trip! Just a quick dip into a nearby nebula, in front of the Affini Compact expansion; preliminary scans showed no signs of life in this sector, so after filing the requisite paperwork they were permitted a small ship to sightsee with. Four affini with 5 florets, that's more than enough affini to keep them safe.

But midway through the jump, the shuttle shuddered and suddenly dropped out of hyperspace in what felt like an explosion.

Eryth Tarax, Fourth Bloom, quickly took stock of the situation, checking the control terminal before muttering to herself, “Our hyperdrive has blown, but otherwise the hull is intact. No imminent danger to our florets or to us. Thank the Everbloom.” She sighed, relaxing her vine weave around her core.

“Apologies for the delay captain, I was running simulations to determine what happened. Would you like to hear the most likely scenario?” The ship AI, which handles most operations for the shuttle, asked Eryth.

“Yes, if you would.”

“The most likely scenario is that we were hit with a hyperspace charge, most likely a mine from some unknown sophont conflict. I am unable to determine any origin sophont, or when this battle occurred. It could have happened elsewhere and the mine drifted here, too, considering I'm not detecting any other mines in the vicinity.” The AI rattled off the results of its simulations, as requested.

Eryth sighed in relief again, then walked out of the helm to the rest of the ship. Outside the command room was an atrium, decorated into being a small park, with 7 rooms around it. There was the engine room towards the rear, the helm at the front, three large rooms on one side, and the remaining two rooms opposite those, along with the airlock door.

The captain knocked on the door of the room closest to the helm.

“Zoysia, are you and your florets okay in there?”

The door slid open, revealing another affini cradling two terrans in her vine-woven arms.

“Yes yes, we're all quite fine. Thank the stars they were already napping in my vines, though they were jolted awake. Are you and the ship well?” Zoysia Paoles, Second Bloom, wore a gentle but concerned look on her wood-covered face.

“Yes. The hyperdrive took damage though and will need to be repaired before we can get moving again. I’d hate to tear you away from your precious little cuties here for even a minute, but could you spare a vine to look it over, maybe repair it if you're able?”

“Of course. Julia, Zeff, you two behave. If you're good, there's extra Class-As for you both!” Zoysia nodded to Eryth before looking down at her florets, setting them on the floor of the room after turning around. The terrans nodded and replied, in unison, “Of course mistress!” They then carefully walked over to the bed at the back of the room, their magnetized shoes keeping them gently attached to the floor, but making it hard for them to move quickly on their own.

Eryth smiled as the florets moved away, before herself turning away and moving to the other rooms, her vines hooking into microloops on the floor rather than relying on magnets to keep her anchored, knocking and informing the other two affini of the ship's condition and apologizing for the delay in their trip.

She then returned to the helm, whereupon the ship AI started dumping new information. “I double-checked our position and rescanned the local planets. We're outside of comms range at the moment, but given the local expansion plans there should be a relay close enough in a terran month. With luck, Miss Zoysia can repair the hyperdrive before then and thus render my information irrelevant. We might be able to secure any needed resources from this system’s planets. However, one of these planets differs from preliminary scans by a large margin. It appears to harbor intelligent life.”

Eryth’s vines tightened at that mention. “Pre-sophont?”

“Undocumented sophont species, heavily utilizing iron, stone, fire, and acid.” The AI sent a photo to Eryth’s tablet, showing this species. A bipedal creature, with wings on their back, tall ears with horns curving around the base, a short snout on their face. Their body was mostly covered in fur, with patches of scales covering joints and vulnerable areas. It reminded Eryth of a bipedal version of a terran rabbit, mixed with what they called a dragon.

“Dirt. That's the only planet in this system with life, yes? That'll make it hard to get new flora or nutrients to regrow and repair with. We might have to try and sneak down there anyway. I don't think any of us are trained for first contact, nor to start a cotyledon. Roots and rot.” Eryth slapped the nearby desk with a vine, careful to not dent it.

“At least tell me they are peaceful and calm?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

“Of course not,” the AI replied.

[eleanor-second-floret]

“Free Terrans” will tell you how important it is to be independent until they get back to your Hab and then they’re licking vines and riding your gock while calling your Affini “plommy”

(Plz don’t tell Mistress Aurelia I posted this she’ll be so embarrassed)

[misc-catgirl-anatomy]

scrub jay population gains sapience and one of them flies in the door of a domestication center and lands on the desk asking how soon it can be pampered

[ex-angel-succubus-in-training]

Oh no nononononono

Not the fucking mushrooms!

I.....I......they scare me.....

I.....I .......I those fucking half plant half insect animal independent mushroom freaks!!!!!!

It's just a matter of time till they decide to kill us all and digest us for nutrients!

I.....I will absolutely die on this hill and not let even a single spore touch me....

y'know I'm actually kind of shocked how little I've seen of like, fungal affini. there's so much potential for covert domestication shenanigans with things like spores, and the way that fungi connect to each other via networks could be used very well for dronification/types of florethood that see the floret as much more 'directly connected' to their affini/an extension of them

also you've got the whole cordyceps mushroom thing, the OG mind control mushroom. remembering that i honestly can't believe i've never read about a cordyceps affini lmao

[orangaria]

An affini that takes away all mirrors and reflective surfaces in the hab and starts calling her new “cis male” floret a girlie name from the moment she first wakes up.

The usual “free Terran” resistance doesn’t even cross her mind as she instead declares over and over that this isn’t her name, and that she is a boy.

The affinity simply chuckles. What a silly pet she is! She’s obviously a girl, and always has been! And she give her a heavy dose of xenodrugs to soothe her mind.

Over the next few days, the floret gets put into cute dresses, her hair grows out quite a bit due to the drugs, and even her voice starts sounding more feminine.

There daze she is being kept under is making it harder and harder to protest, and she starts to respond naturally to her new name under the affini’s care.

Class Gs are used and she is too far gone to even realize that the adorably feminine body she now had is one different from just a week prior.

She is now a happy pet. A happy girl pet

Get florted, get forcefemed :3

[sheepwavehdg]

some HDG story recs out that aren't the most super popular stories you'll easily find by asking anyone or easily find via metric ranking. all are on the shorter end, and readable in a day if not a single sitting! a great list for some hidden gems.

Reading the Leaves by Kanagen: a tea shop romance story about a mostly mute protaganist trying to make the perfect cup for an affini she is down bad for.

Behind the Veil by shitpostleft: IMO, the hottest oneshot in the entire setting. It follows rebecca trying to talk to her affini boyfriend about why he put a notice of intent to domesticate on her.

A Beast At Bay by Raeisteria: Affini beat each other up! this one starts as a shonen battle arc and then changes. you should read it, and do so blinndly, you will not regret it (but you will probably cry)

Strawberry and Willow by immaterial_vivi: the typical HDG rebel capture scenario is turned on its head, in the sense that the story is mostly from the affini's perspective.

Core Carving by Stimulacrum: a second person affini POV story about coming home and letting your floret be the one to take care of you for a bit.

A Part of Who I am my MoonFloret: its hdg romance, but transmasc yaoi instead of transfem yuri! it rules!

Last Man Standing by Tsunmene: the single funniest HDG story I have ever read, about a seed desperate to get forcefemmed who keeps barely missing getting captured by the affini no matter how hard they try.

Force Majeure by ashinbloom: the most devastating gut punch of a story ever put to the page in HDG, about a very autistic girl and the woman who wishes she could take care of her like she wishes. this one hurts real good.

Florets of a Feather by Promilie: a biology student who was forcibly drafted into the navy gets domesticated and must learn to live with her connivent, a feathered catlike xeno called a khetari. has illustrations in many chapters! (Promilie is one of the settings absolute best visual artists.)

A Date with Miss Laburnia by PyxxieStyxx: a bratty terran goes on a date with an affini in chastity and things escalate.

Mistress's Imperative by mirrorgare: submissive affini/dommy floret vignette series

Growing Periwinkle by belenen: a depressed terran volunteers for domestication and becomes part of a very kinky social circle.

Pencil by sheepwave(me): a comedy-hypnoerotica adaptation of the "mistress can you turn me into a pencil" meme into a full oneshot its my list i can include one of mine

Thought I'd See You Again by fluxom: an escaped floret has been on the run for a year, but now an affini just won't leave her alone...

Puppy Paws by Moonchild: actual petplay! in hdg! i know, its crazy. also this story is insanely hot.

The Place Where We Can Stop Running by Dame Harmony: ok I lied about them all being short. this one is long, but its so good. you need to read it, you need to read it blind, knowing nothing, and you will not regret it. it's one of the best stories in the entire setting.

[pyxxiestyxx]

Humans are Made to be Pets

"I don't fucking believe you." I laughed in response. I mean, how could I not? I've been perfectly fine as an independent for years. I've made plenty of friends (independents, affini, AND florets), but my favorite friend was definitely Her.

Jaz was an oldbloom of some kind. She refused to tell me the actual number, and I wasn't going to press it. But you bet your ass I was going to outright deny it when she says some Bloomer-ass bullshit like, "Humans are made to be pets, Petal~"

She tilted her head, as if surprised. "Did no one tell you, dear?" I frowned.

"What do you mean exactly?"

Jaz hid a chuckle behind some vines. "Flower, I've been around for a while. I've seen thousands of species. Some of them were almost extinct by the time we found them, and some were far more technologically advanced than the Accord ever was. But out of all of them -all of them, darling- I have yet to find a sophont who wouldn't make a perfect silly pet. Why do you think terrans would be any different?"

I sputtered. "No! No, that's ridiculous. Beeple I can understand, to some extent. They evolved alongside you, and your reproduction at least used to co-exist. You both needed each other. Humans are different."

"Oh, in some ways perhaps! Its true that we were able to work with beeple, but there are a few things that, in order for humans to have gotten where they were, were required to happen." She held up three fingers.

"One. Humanity are social creatures. I'm quite sure I don't need to argue this point. Its been an observation many have noticed. But it still matters that, despite your culture's best attempts to sequester everyone into individual homes and away from communities…you all crave that interaction, that exchange. You Look for it." One finger went down.

"Two. Humanity are intelligent creatures. They learned so much, and fought for their place on the top of the food chain. It was truly incredible to learn your histories! Being able to learn from another's mistakes? An important skill to have, and one that allows for rapid growth of a civilization. And also allows for you to be manipulated, controlled, really; a rock cannot hear my arguments, after all. You Listen all too well. " Two fingers were closed, now. Her thumb remained.

"Three. Humanity are hierarchical creatures. Ever since that whole 'survival of the fittest', terrans seem intent on having everything ranked, everything in relation to the things better or worse than it. It's what worked on Terra, and I don't judge you all for using the tools given to you! But it means, at the end of the day…that culturally speaking? Humanity was going to see itself as either above the Compact, or below it, part of it, inside it." She smiled. "And I think it would be fair to say that the Accord winning was not a valid concern. So when something bigger and stronger comes along? You learn to Accept it."

I was frozen. I didn't…I couldn't…I couldn't think. I was a bubbling mixture of terrified and in awe, looking up at her. My knees wobbled as she gently cupped my cheek, sliding her hand down to my chin.

"Sweet thing~ Its alright. I know that this is a lot to learn, that it sounds scary to you. Perhaps you felt yourself on equal terms to an affini. And in many ways, you are right~ I will always treat you with love and respect, just as I would treat any sophont, any floret. But at the end of the day, my dear…" Her eyes drew me in. There were so many of them, all looking at me. Pinning me underneath their careful stare, somehow both alien and familiar, gentle yet controlling, above me and beside me. Watching as I looked, as I listened, as I accepted.

"An affini's task is to care for pets, and your task is to be cared for~"

[tiffinifanyamber]

An "independent Terran" telling her strangely supportive friend on the Overnet all about how much she secretly wants to be domesticated by the Affini that just moved into the hab next door, blissfully unaware that they're one and the same.

Sharing all her deepest most intimate fantasies, asking if the Affini would like it if she started wearing companion dresses (her "friend" seemed incredibly enthusiastic about this one for some reason), confessing the desire to just give in and beg to become her floret is getting harder to resist every day, no idea she's been telling all of this to her soon-to-be Mistress until it's far too late.

[plumbottompie]

The affini brings you to their hab for your mandatory wardship all wrapped in vines, because you kept struggling and complaining about being looked at. Now nobody can see you, so problem solved.

You were worried about the wardship, but the one nice thing that kept you going was the knowledge that the affini already has a floret, and she's also a trans woman. You plan to ask her about maybe taking class-Gs, and what her experience was like before you commit to it yourself.

"Mistress!" a voice calls out, and you guess it's her floret.

"Hello, petal," your warden replies.

"What's that?"

You try to speak, but the moment you open your mouth, you feel a prick on the back of your neck, and go limp.

"I got something very special," the affini purrs, and you feel your clothes being cut away within your vine prison. "Remember how you said you wanted a new toy?"

"You got me a plushy with an internal heater?!" The floret's voice is excited, and you feel the vines pull some new clothes on you, soft and fluffy. At first you think they're pants or something, but they cover your feet, and legs, and keep going as the vines pull your arms through the sleeves and into mittens. It ends with a hood that somehow seems to securely fasten to the top of your head.

"And more," the affini replies, and the vines drop away and roll you onto the floor. You stare at the terran woman, waiting for the shock as she sees your face and realizes that you're a real person.

"She's a kitty!" she squeals, and embraces you, pressing her face into two plush lumps on the front of the costume. Fake breasts? You wonder where else you have padding. "It's so warm, this is the best present ever!"

"And it has a surprise! It comes with two holes, one on the face, and one between the legs."

The floret's smile widens. "How often can I use them?"

"It's your toy, you can use it whenever you want."

"I'll go get my lube!" she runs off, and your eyes flick to the affini in fear.

"Confused, kitty? She's on hypnotics to keep her from realizing you're anything other than a plush sex toy. I'll tell her at the end of your wardship. By then, I'll probably have to remind you as well." She smiles, revealing her pointed teeth. "Oh, she's coming back, kitty, be very quiet."

[kimberlyeab]

Affini One: "These Terrans are getting to me."

Affini Two: "What's wrong, sister?"

Affini One: "You say something deranged like: 'I'll transmute you into a bouncy ball' and..."

Floret: "I wish that was me."

Affini One: "..."

Affini Two: "I see what you mean."

[other-floret-friend]

Genuinely creepy goonerfinni.

She stalks you at night. Screens hooked up to the cameras in your hab, gently stroking at her injectors with that pink-gold glow in her eyes, observing you doing the most banal of things because you're just so precious. And when curiosity takes you over and you look up something like how it feels to be collared, her leaves visibly tremble from excitement.

Other Affini seem a little... strange around her, in a way that's pretty hard to explain. The visible sight of glittery pollen across her form despite not actually having a floret, being quite obviously her own, brings about intrigued looks - nothing accusatory, but certainly curious. She's a bit odd, perhaps, but not harmful.

She still watches, though. Seeing something like you making a sandwich with such a sense of lust in her form, giggling and babbling almost incoherently about how adorable you are when you drop the butter knife you're using, about how precious you are, how you're so helpless all on your own. She's got pretty detailed notes about you, and yet you've not met her.

Yet.

You seem to get this sense that someone's watching you, but maybe that's just normal. Sure, your hab's AI is always active, but sometimes, it's like it speaks with a different... purpose, behind it. Odd orders of Terran-compatible... "pleasure tools" keep "mistakenly" arriving at your door from unmarked senders, but you know this has to be a mistake, right? And surely the changes in recommendations on your infopad are just some sort of glitch, as they seem to suggest weirder and weirder florn over and over, almost insisting on it.

...maybe you shouldn't have refused those obscure, tiny little advances for so long. Your secret admirer's only more and more infatuated by the day, constantly on the precipice of putting out a notice of intent on you, but wondering if you'd turn it down. She just can't have that. An idea forms. Not something most Affini would do on a whim, but something that Affini like her seem to revel in. Fantasies shared with other plants. All of them like her, ending up with their own florets by some means or another.

Late one night, while you're snoozing, all tuckered out from tentatively looking up the effects of different xenodrugs out of "curiosity" on the overnet, she finds that she just can't help herself. She knows where you are. In fact, she knows how to effortlessly, silently slip into your hab, unnoticed, and she does just that. She's so close to you. She smells so, so sweet, reeking of spent xenodrugs and nectar. That look on her face is so controlling, but so loving.

Unfurling around your sleeping form, vines wrapping around you, exposing you to her core as you groggily bat your eyes to see her looking down at you, she shushes you, injectors slipping into your skin, so softly apologising both that she just couldn't hold herself back, but also for not doing this sooner.

You don't need to worry. You'll be such a good floret. This was always best for you, right? The biorhythm sinking into your soul, the class-C's entering your bloodstream, that look of tired grogginess giving way to flustered, pet-like adoration on your little face suggests as much. This is how it'd always end up.

...she'll file a notice tomorrow, make it official, all above-board. You're not going to turn it down, after all. :::)

[puppynametaken]

Objection Mistress!

I’ve been working to become an independent lawyer in the Affini Compact. I think the affini are humoring me because they think it’s cute when I try to defend the rights of my fellow terrans. They also appear to get wildly turned on when I submit appeals for independence or sue the Compact for various human rights infringements.

Apparently damages cannot be accrued because money doesn’t exist anymore. Whenever I object to a ruling I’m handed a stack of documents that takes weeks to go over. My assistant is an affini (who I dare say is quite attractive but I must be professional) who summarizes them to me while in session. I spend hours in my hab after work researching for the next day’s case. I’m working as hard as I can and I think I’m making progress! My last case lasted 3 days. That’s a huge improvement!

My most recent client is a Terran named Tiffany. Tiff is… odd. She was “rescued” on a vessel manned by the “Mars Freedom co.” a local rebel group. Tiffany spent a few days in wardship then appealed compulsory domestication, citing some an obscure Affini law. This is a huge opportunity I rarely get clients who have had contact with Affini for more than a few days who haven’t broken yet. I may get to save this girl!

Tiff lasted half an hour. Apparently truth drugs like Class D are allowed in session, and when questioned she confessed to playing hard to get for her Affini. Figures. I thought I had a shot at winning that one.

It’s been months and while I have won a few cases, none of them have been meaningful enough as preventing a domestication. Mostly it’s settling disputes among florets who are particularly interested in “playing court”, as if that’s something worth my talents. My lawyer collar probably isn’t doing me any favors but that’s the official outfit of law professionals in the Compact! And the companion lawyer dress isn’t super professional but I make do where I can. My mistress assistant is always there to prop me up when things go wrong. I’ll win an independence case! I’ll do it! Someday.

[eleanor-second-floret]

A group of terran feralists who all start out staunchly opposed to the Affini, but over time each one finds themselves being more and more of a seed. They hide it so none of the other feralists find out in fear of danger, until one day an Affini vessel is spotted entering the same system as their planet. Over the day, each “feralist” sends secret comms to the Affini to surrender.

When the Affini arrive, each one insists they didn’t call the Affini. And then the Affini show up and are like “actually we got a note from each one of you, anyways hop in we’re going to the J-Cafes”

[glitchyrobo]

Ceres-class Missile Battleship

spaceship =>

(description & fiction under the break!)

Video Description

Several views of a large, long, and slightly bulky Terran warship in space. The ship has repeating triangle motifs in with various paneled textures throughout. Near the pointed front the nameplate of the ship is visible, reading 'CNS Temeraire'. The long front hull has a flat section on the top, covered in massive missile launch bays. Amidships, several armor plates, painted bright red with the Jovian Eagle in gold, protect the armored hab rings and a series of tubes. Aft, the radiators glow brightly as the engine burns hot. Embedded heat pipes run from the tip of the engine to the radiators

The first view is of the ship from above and in front, showing a dramatic angle. Several 'running lights' blink down the length as navigation lights flash

The second view is located to the side, looking forward, again showing the various lights

The third view is focused on the engine, showing it powering on to 100% thrust, then beyond. As it powers on the heat pipes glow in sequence

The fourth and final view repeats the engine power on sequence but from further, allowing the viewer to also see the coolant vents venting coolant

Excerpt from History of Pre-Domestication Terran Warships (3rd Revision), §685.8: Late Terran Accord & Pacification Program Era Battleships (Guided Projectile), Eltrin Yne, Forty-Seventh Bloom, xe/xem, Elly Yne, Twenty-Sixth Floret, et al.

Designed in 2521 CE (33 BT) by a consortium of Jovian shipbuilding corporations and first commissioned in 2526, the Ceres-class missile battleship was envisioned as a platform to launch massed missile strikes against enemy fleets while providing enhanced point defense and electronic warfare. At 750 meters in length and nearly 100 meters at its widest extent, this class represented one of the largest mass-produced spaceframes fielded by the Cosmic Navy.

Over the course of its service history, the class had numerous revisions. Most notably, the type-3 revision in 2539 (2521-CERES-III) which added coolant vents ahead of the hab rings, reducing their size in the process. The vents were positioned forward of the hab rings to expel hot coolant from over-driven point defense domes and electronic warfare equipment rather than the main engines, though they had a limited ability to expel engine coolant in extreme emergencies. These coolant vents essentially functioned as expendable liquid droplet radiators, which may have led to the development of more practical liquid radiators, had domestication been delayed. (See also §359, Speculation on Terran Shipcraft Development)

While there were no major engagements which featured a Ceres functioning in this intended role, classified TCN documents obtained after the fall of Terra stated that one of the primary goals of the class was to counter contemporary corporate navies, which largely consisted of small anti-piracy vessels, should a coalition of corporations ever come into direct conflict with the Accord.

However, the most significant hostile force that the Accord encountered prior to pacification were various pirate flotillas, which would generally consist of smaller, older, and less militarized vessels. While in a direct engagement a Ceres-class or other contemporary Accord capital ships would easily destroy such vessels, smaller ships were quite capable of outmaneuvering and escaping their would-be-predators.

At the start of the Terran Pacification program, there were 157 Ceres-class vessels active. After the signing of the treaty, only a handful of these ships refused armistice, as the amount of logistical support that the Ceres required to function effectively and the implausibility of that support without the Terran core sectors dissuaded overt feralism. Several dozen of the surviving vessels now serve as museum ships across Terran Protectorate space.

[raqi-marr]

i just realised: how the fuck has no one written HDG among us yet

picture this: group of florets get placed in a small compact shuttle together. the ship has been """disabled""", and they have to complete various tasks (including things like sorting the blocks into the right holes) to get it working again. however: one floret among them is actually an affini in disguise

the shapeshifting plant is capable of moving through vents, and when they are alone with another floret, they can take on their true form and inject them with a mixture of class-M's and class-W's to pacify them. every time a crewmate gets florted, the remaining florets have a vote, and can choose to send someone to the floret wiggler. whoever they send to the floret wiggler gets wiggled and is rendered incapacitated for the remainder of the session. if they successfully figure out who the affini is and wiggle them, then they win, or if they manage to repair the ship before all getting drugged, they also win

the affini could very easily win every time if they wanted to, but they keep getting distracted by how adorable their pets look doing all the puzzles. a floret finishes sorting all the blocks, and they just hear "Good job, petal! Well done!", then turn around and have half a second to scream before the mass of injectors and teeth behind them finishes cooing and pumps them full of drugs

most affini losses are because they forget to change back to terran form after doing the above because they were too busy petting the dolled-out cutie for doing so well

[orangaria]

An affini domesticates a surprisingly easy-to-convince terran, and then gives them xenodrugs to forget about it all, just to repeat the process over and over again. The Floret is perpetually being forced into submission, every time this looming feeling growing stronger inside of her mind. Each cycle of submission is shorter than the last, until her resistance COMPLETELY melts away, and no amount of xenodrugs can pull her back into a feral frenzy. She is now perpetually in that instant between resistance and submission, unable to do anything other than to surrender and accept her fate as a silly pet for her towering Affini master. Absolute and complete mind break. Adorable!