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Moth Sculptures // Chevous on Etsy

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Denial

you were helpless before me. That was normal, good, safe. I had made sure of that, of course. Weeks and weeks of careful conditioning, of training your precious mind to associate the feeling of rope and vine and cuff and chain with comfort, with care, with love.

By the time we had finished, you didn't feel right unless a part of you was restrained.

Fortunately, the new collar around your neck care of that. Watching the emotions drip across your face as you realized you were Mine for eternity was ecstasy.

The next part was harder, of course; a far more delicate process, and one best done with a thousand small steps instead of ten large leaps.

So we started off easily, didn't we? I helped you understand the importance of control, of My vines puppeting, crawling over skin, wreathing you in passion and protection and pretty pink permission.

And you learned how good it felt to have a release when I allowed you that permission, didn't you? My, but the way your lips trembled as you got to hear those words you craved...and the way your eyes widened as the shock of pleasure tore through you like lightning.

"Cum for me, little floret of Mine."

you had your first edge...let's see now...about two weeks in, if I remember properly. And oh, the way you whimpered and whined~ Honestly, it was is if Mommy had removed a limb, rather than simply making you wait a minute longer to have your Reward. you clung so closely to me for hours afterward, needing the reassurance. And of course I held you tightly. Of course I kept you safe.

And then it was two minutes next time.

Then three.

Oh, you began to suspect something was up, of course...but I reassured you, told you everything you needed to hear. I knew you would like this, in the end. My florets always do.

They learn how good it feels to be limited. To be told

No~

And then...mmmmmm....

your first true denial.

That one was special, wasn't it?

you had been such a Good Toy for me, had edged over and over...and when you saw Mommy hold up that pretty little chastity cage?

Oh...the tears you gave me...my sweet little one, I cherish them, even to this day. They gave me life.

Oh, I do mean that literally. Your tears have been modified to include certain nutrients that are good for Mommy. You literally feed me~! That's why you're Mommy's special little fertilizer~

But at the time? Oh...you sobbed and you shook, you wailed and you wept...and yet when I explained to you how it makes Mommy's injector petals drip when you suffer? How you would be making Mommy so proud? How Good things come to those who wait?

I felt you break in my vines, just a bit further. Because you realized something.

That it didn't matter what you wanted.

That this was for me.

This was what Mommy needed.

And so this was what her little one needed as well.

So you were so brave for Mommy, and you stayed nice and Still while she pressed that cold ice to you, and you didn't make more than a few whimpers as you heard that lock

Go

*Click*

And you haven't regretted it for a single day since, have you~?

Of course not~

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Affini having a Affini friend and their floret over right when they come through the door they are warned that the Affini's floret likes to drag other florets into the couch so be careful if you don't want that to happen the visiting Affini heeds this warning but decides that it would look cute so places their floret on the couch and both of the Affini watch and look as two paws reach out from in-between the couch cushions and grab the unsuspecting floret and drags them off with the floret only getting a very brief yelp of surprise of before getting dragged into the couch both floret then proceeded to cuddle

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Hand in Hand

I stand at the threshold of Soli’s hab.

In front of me is an impossibility. Beautiful trees, cobblestone streets, and smiling faces all revolve on colossal rings around the radiant central axis of the Menara, a whole world in miniature beyond the reach of scarcity and capital.

Behind me is the hab where I’ve spent the two most important weeks of my life, and the kindest, gentlest person I’ve ever known.

It feels like I’ve stood here for hours.

Catching up with my old crewmates should be an easy thing. It hasn’t been long. The pub where we agreed to meet is nearby, and apparently it even serves the weirdass Viburnian pub food most of us remember from before the ships came down and took us from one hell to another. And judging from some of those screen names in the group chat, I might not be the only one there sporting a shiny new gender.

“Are you alright, Natalie?” Soli asks. “Do you need help?”

Natalie.

I’ve heard people complain that affini are too fond of using pet names to address people. It makes them feel funny. Demeaned. Personally, I can’t relate. Nothing makes my heart flutter like hearing “Natalie” in the angelic voice of Soli Actipsis, 2nd Bloom. It makes me melt every time.

“It’s fine, Miss,” I say. “Just nervous.”

A half truth. The prospect of meeting “The Lads” as I am now is a little intimidating, sure, but deep down, I’m terrified that what’s stopped me in my tracks is not who I’m about to meet, but who I’m about to leave behind.

She’s done so much for me. She’s the one who encouraged me to be honest with myself and with her about my gender, after keeping it locked up for so long. She’s the one who calmed me down after waking up with that weird medical implant. The one who medicates me every morning. Who helped me walk again, who helped me eat normal food again, and so on, and so on. If the Affini believed in debt, then mine is one I could never repay.

Which is why it sucks that I’m down bad for her.

I have been ever since I woke up, after the Punisher was boarded, and I still don’t know how it happened. All I know is that I heard her serene voice, I saw her gentle, honey-gold eyes, and Limb-Loosening Eros took me.

It’s not fair to her to feel like this, to want even more from someone who’s given me so much. To want to hear her call me Hers. To know what her flower petal lips taste like. To be surrounded by her, in ways only an affini can.

I see her perfect face on the inside of my eyelids. I hear her voice in the quiet of my mind. I smell the phantom traces of her perfume in every corner of her hab.

I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a volcano, and the part of me that holds me back from jumping gets weaker every day.

And it is a danger, at least of a sort. She’s given me a whole life to live, on my own terms, in a way that I could never have imagined even a month ago. A life free of poverty, free of mandatory work, and free of the pressure to exist for another. And I’m already daydreaming about giving it up. To be a floret is not a punishment, but it’s certainly a forfeiture of everything Soli’s given me.

And if even taking a step outside Soli’s hab is fucking me up this bad, I’m really in danger.

“Natalie, you haven’t frozen have you?”

Her voice finds its way inside my chest and coils around my heart.

“N-no, Miss. I’m not sure why, but…” I try to take a step outside. My foot crosses the threshold, then retreats like a bug scuttling back under a rock.

“It’s okay that you’re nervous, little Natalie. Maybe having some moral support would steel your nerves?”

It takes me a few seconds to piece together her meaning. She wants to come with me.

I turn to look at her. Her two gentle ambers pull my attention.

I almost say yes.

“S-shouldn’t I do this myself? I need to- to get used to being-”

“Nonsense.” She interrupts me. I let her. “Part of being independent is recognizing when you need help, after all. Let me come to the pub with you.”

That seems reasonable.

Soli stands up from her seat to join me. I watch her flowing, goldenrod hair bounce in time with her elegant gait. Her simulated high heel boots click-clack against the floor. Her form is mesmerizing, and the way her “boots” and her Lady Godiva hair contrast with her otherwise seemingly undressed body just makes me feel all the more sinful for it. I tell myself it’s like she’s wearing a catsuit. Unsurprisingly, that doesn’t help.

She walks up to me, towering above me, at probably twice my height. I wonder what it would feel like to curl up in her lap.

“Here, my little Natalie. Take my hand. Let’s go together.”

I nearly swoon. My little Natalie.

And then I register the rest of what she said.

The last time I let her touch me was the night I woke up. I was still exhausted, barely recovered from… everything. And I let her bathe me.

I dreamed about her touch for nights afterward.

She was perfectly respectful and quick about it, a consummate professional. A growing part of me wishes she hadn’t been.

I look up. Soli extends her hand down for me to take.

I shouldn’t.

I think it would end me.

It might actually break me.

My hand rises, in defiance of my will. My fingertips slide against hers. I feel the deceptively soft flesh of her fingertips against the swirling ridges of my own as they slide deeper into her, by inch by ruinous inch. My fresh, red nails disappear over the horizon of my knuckles, eclipsed by hers. The disparity in the size of our hands makes me nearly swoon all over again. It reminds me how small I am. How vulnerable. Soli could do anything she wanted to me, and it’s by the grace of her honorable character that she’s used this power for good. I almost wish she’d use it for evil. It’s not like I could stop her. I probably wouldn’t even try.

My hand tries to close around her fingers, but she continues her advance down my arm. Not content to merely hold my hand, in a chaste, finger-against-finger position, she swallows my whole hand in hers. She wants to take it, every inch.

I feel my heart race.

She engulfs me in her powerful hand, and she holds me tight. It’s warm. I feel the currents of hot sap coursing beneath the soft surface of her palm. I feel my own heartbeat in the rhythmic expansions of my fingertips against her. She must feel it too. Does she know?

I scrabble around the inside of her hand, desperate to somehow make this gesture symmetrical. To prove that I have at least a little agency in this arrangement. I fail, of course. The Affini don’t do symmetrical. She’s taken my hand as presumptuously as she’s shouldered the burden of my recovery, and in neither case is anything expected of me. My sentence is to be cared for, and to give nothing in return.

My hand submits to hers, and simply rests within its belly, palm-to-palm. I rub my fingers against her simulated palmar muscle. I can feel the strength in them.

I look at the verdant cocoon surrounding my hand, squeezing it tight.

I feel it squeezing my heart tight, too.

My eyes squeeze shut.

I’ve clung so hard to my coming independence. I should get to live a life of my choosing, on my own terms. The opportunity is right there for the taking. For the first time in my life, the only thing in my way is me.

And I still want it.

I just want Her more.

Something in me shudders apart.

I let go.

A tear meanders down my cheek. It’s warm and gentle, like her. My breathing slows. The static in my mind clears.

I look back up at Soli. She returns my gaze with nothing but love and patience.

I resolve to ask her the Big Question tonight, after dinner. I hope she says “yes.”

“W-we should get going, Miss,” I say.

“Lead the way. My little natalie~,” she says.

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A medicated floret is a happy floret ;)

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Independence is NOT easy

Why the FUCK does it make me feel this way

I can only read 1 chapter at a time because it feels like I'm being microwaved.

I told my f- friends and my fucking p- NOO it's WIFE not PINATE About this and they KEEP TEASING ME about the thing I'm totally NOT into rn.

I need a refund on my brain it's being COOKED by this story.

(as I was typing this, she decided to start reading the story. It is actually so over. I will never recover from this)

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reblog if u like titties

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okay random thought: what would happen if the affini encountered a race of people who were already unapologetically themselves. The affini's whole shtick is that they domesticate planets in order to help their people be their best selves (or at least that's their justification), what would happen if they encountered a race of people where NO argument could possibly be made that they aren't already their best selves and don't need the coalition in the slightest?

separately: what if they encountered a race like the czarnians from DC that simply CAN'T be domesticated through sheer force of body/mind

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Though Affini florets are very rare, an absolute last resort when their community decide collectively that domestication is the only option left to help a suffering Affini... Some of them can't help but fantasize...

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A medicated floret is a happy floret ;)

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Tips for not getting yoinked by an Affini

Stay away from parks they could be anywhere just waiting to yoink you and make you a pet. The park is especially dangerous as they blend in better, making it easier for you not to see them coming

Always be aware they could be anywhere just waiting to yoink you

Make sure it's not too obvious you are watching any Affini around you they might mistaking it for jealousy and yoink you

Don't stare at Florets. This just gives a reason for them to yoink you

And five this is the greatest tip I can give it is - *sounds of getting yoinked*

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Messy cat maid vs weird plant🌀😵‍💫🌀 by m4ns0n

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Meeee!!!

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parent: my son is fine

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

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what they dont tell you about spending your entire life presenting as male is that it makes being a girl and getting praise 15× better. call me pretty and ill fucking melt, i cant promise ill still be alive if you call me a good girl, if you force me into a dress and make me get on my knees while you praise me for being cute and obedient ill become your legal property

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Yall, does wanting a space plant mommy to make me into her pet make me a seed?

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regular sleep isn’t enough I need some class Zs in me, especially while snuggling with a tall plant lady….