#DOMESTICATION OF HUMANITY

[gawki]

Royal Pigeon

[hdgprom]

Beware the pipeline!

[specsthesecond]

Imagine how hard it must be getting out of bed in the morning with your massive orc husband passed tf out on top of you.

Snoring in your ear, arms slung over you to pull your back into his chest, his leg over yours too. You're not going anywhere lmao.

Feeling all his dead weight on you makes you realise how gentle he is with you when he's awake.

You have to shuffle around quite a bit before stirring him, even then he only digs his tusks into the crook of your neck and mumbles some sleepy gibberish.

Asking him to let you get up will get you nothing but a grumble as he brings the sheets up over your shoulders and traps you in a cozy prison.

The only possibilities for escape are:

1. Telling him you have to pee, in which he'll begrudgingly let you go. He follows you to the bathroom door, blanket around his shoulders, waiting for you to do your business. He'll then snatch you up the second you open the door and carry you back to bed so you can make up for lost cuddle time.

2. Waking him up with a morning fuck. Just grind back on him and he'll hum lowly, kissing up your neck, his cock waking up as he grinds back on you. Emptying his balls in your hole seems to be the best way to get him up and going for the day. Afterwards, you'll be fucked out in bed while he walks around the bedroom, all awake and cheery while getting dressed, making the bed, asking you what you want for breakfast and what the plans are for the day.

[birdwithnobrain]

parent: my son is fine

excuse me, but your daughter is starting to idolize the idea of being a plant’s pet

[obliviasart]

PSA: Remember to give your florets regular oral inspections, it's for their health!

[cadence-the-hypnotic-floret]

Here's something that confuses me: people who are confused about why being a floret is appealing, or that find it hard to explain why it would be.

Like... really? One of the core fundamental conceits of the setting is that florets are happy. As scary as being taken and turned into a pet might be, nobody ever comes out of it unhappy. In the overwhelming majority of stories, they aren't just happy, they're also recognizably themselves - and even when they aren't (like Cassandra from Alder's Prize and On Domestication of Masters), the reason for that is largely that their old personality was making them miserable, and the options were "change" or "be unhappy"... and the latter isn't really an option.

Florets are fulfilled, happy, and all of their needs are met. This is guaranteed by the compact. To the degree that they're still human, they are typically superhuman, augmented in incredible ways. They may be property, but they're property in the sense that a beloved lapdog is property - they will be loved and cared for for the rest of their lives.

This is, fundamentally, a utopian vision. Of course it's appealing to people! Even if you're the kind of person who feels like they have a lot of control over their life (and these days, who does?), the appeal of this should be pretty obvious.

Is there a price? Of course there is. The price is that you have to trust another being to love you and care for you for the rest of your days. Which is scary, sure. But it's a core premise of the setting that those beings are fundamentally benevolent, and do genuinely care for you. If you can accept this premise, it's basically all upside. It's entering into a TPE relationship with someone who will always love you and is hypercompetent at caring for you. That's a promise that can't be fulfilled in our reality... but HDG is fundamentally fiction. It exists within its stories and its premises. And within those stories and premises, becoming a floret is not just a good thing, it's just about the best thing that could ever happen to you. Wanting that for oneself is not strange. It's a pretty level-headed response to what is actually being offered.

[gardenia-nettle-first-floret]

Today’s emotion is: Picture time

Thanks to my wonderful floret, you cuties get to see what I look like to them~

Such a good floret~

-Elmara Nettle, Ninth Bloom

[ch-tf]

floret wiggler strikes again

[weedsomthingorother]

Reblog if you

1. Want to get pegged by a 9-15 foot tall plant women

2. Your Flort looks REALLY cute right now

Or

3. You could absolutely DEVOUR some garlic bread right now

But don’t say which one it is

[flortnite]

Floret’s will take you to see the new stuffie her mistress got her and it’s a grown woman bound and gagged on her bed

[auraslimedoll]

The indomitable human spirit

VS

"I can tell you're not human, pet~"

[hdgprom]

A medicated floret is a happy floret ;)

[moon-floret]

Im unsure if this would fix me but itd definitely help

[galacticlavender]

You Only Think When I Allow It

cw: intelligence play, light memory play, clicker training

“I’m smart when I want to be!” You regretted your words the second they left your mouth, and sure enough you now had your Mistress’s undivided attention.

“Petal? I think you meant to say that you are smart when I want you do be.” You hear the slight hum of her biorhythm bouncing off your implant, not strong enough to overwhelm you but enough to warn you that you were on thin ice.

“I uh well sorry Mistress I just thought…” 

She cuts you off before you can even finish the sentence: “No. You don’t think, pet.” This time her biorhythm gave you no room to argue or explain yourself. Your mind simply went 

Blank.

“Come back to me dear.” You hear the musical tones of your Mistress’s voice as you suddenly snap back to awareness. How long had it been? It couldn’t have been long you’re still in the same spot. You decide that it isn’t really important especially when Mistress is talking. “Darling are you back?” You nod silently as the last of the fog clears your head. 

“Normally I would say that this was enough of a demonstration but brats need reminded of their place sometimes don’t they dear?”

“Yes Mistress.” You say it automatically and without hesitation, you know better than to say or do anything else.

“Good pet!” A pulse of pleasure radiates through you before she quickly catches your attention again. 

“I think it’s time for a pop quiz pet! I know how much you used to pride yourself on how smart you were and that fancy education you had. That’s not inherently a bad thing, but the pressures and expectations that they put on you were crushing you before I found you flower. Thinking all the time was hurting you and I simply cannot allow that. Of course it’s ok to be smart sometimes too, but you need balance just as in all other parts of life. You seem to have forgotten that and it’s time for me to give you a reminder that you can be smart, yes, but only when I allow it. Now can you think clearly right now pet?”

You nod again, not knowing what she has planned but eager to find out. “Excellent then lets begin. Don’t worry the questions aren’t hard, especially for a smart girl like you who got such a fancy education,” you feel as well as hear the mocking tone of her voice and remember that with their long lifespans and superior intelligence even the smartest and most educated terran couldn’t hope to compair to an affini. 

“First question: what year did the Affini compact make diplomatic contact with humanity?” That’s easy, it was only a few years ago afterall. Before you can answer though you hear a sharp Click and feel a rush of pleasure that leaves your thoughts just a little more fuzzy than they were before. “Well pet? Whats the answer?” 

You hear another Click and another wave of that fuzzy pleasure floods over you. “That’s easy it’s…” The answer eludes you, replaced with a fuzzy, tingly warmth. Why is your head so foggy  suddenly? You don’t know, but Mistress is waiting for an answer. “I don’t know” you quietly admit.

“Good floret!”

Your Mistress’s praise feels so good that you barely even notice the Click that accompanied it or the fog rising behind it. What was going on again? You were proving you were smart so why is it so hard to think right now?

“Mistress, are you cheating by using xenodruggies to make me stupid?” You slur the words slightly reenforcing your theory that you have been drugged.

“Well first off, it would not be cheating to use xenodrugs on you. You are my pet and I can drug or play with you whenever I choose. But, no dear, you aren’t drugged. You don’t need to be anymore, remember this?” She produces a small plastic object. You whimper involuntarily as memories of countless hours of painstaking training rush back.

“Wait… you clicker trained me then made me forget about it?” You try to sound assertive but fail to hide your arousal at the thought of being trained.

“Watching you remember always was my favorite part. It’s just so cute watching you realize how much I own you. How much control I have over you.” You a faint moan escapes your lips but thankfully she interrupts you before you could embarrass yourself further. “I think its time for the next question: what is the name of the ship we are on?” Click.

Again you know that you should know the answer but it just can’t quite make it through the rising fog. “Uhhhhh I don’t know?” 

“Good pet!” another Click another wave of fuzzy pleasure hits your brain. “That’s right! You don’t know. Afterall why would a silly little pet like you need to remember things like that?” 

Another Click reminds you just how owned you are. “Good pets like you don’t need to think. Good pets like you can’t think, not without their owners permission anyway. You only think when I allow it. You aren’t a person anymore dear, you’re my adorable, obedient pet.” You don’t even try to hide your moan this time, you aren’t even sure you could hide it at this point iso you decide not to bother with trying.

“Ok pet, last question: what are you?” The anticipation you feel waiting for that beautiful Click almost feels as good as hearing it at this point.

“I’m your obedient pet, Mistress.”

“Yes you certainly are dear. I think you deserve a reward for doing such a good job.

Click.

[hanavesinauttija]

art source

[obliviasart]

Hey sorry for vanishing for like a month while my day job kills me, have a messy doodle of Gracie, an affini from a short lil fic I wrote recently