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It is hard to moan and run at the same time.

That is the key lesson that I hope to impart upon you today little one.

Yes, I know, you’re such a big strong soldier with a scary scowl who’s never once thought about sitting still and letting Miss dress you in something beautiful.

Yes, I know, you had lofty goals and elaborate plans with a rebellion that you were so desperate to see through. There is an obvious word in your language to describe this moment.

Anger.

“This is wrong!” You cry out, “I don’t want to be a pet. I want freedom. This is wrong.”

It makes my injectors start to dribble just hearing you. Because I know a fundamental truth about an adorable thing like you.

It is hard to moan and run at the same time.

My tendril moves across the space so effortlessly it makes you wonder if I deliberately let you go. I take great joy in selecting a spot where the skin looks softest and neediest to plunge into. It’s a feeling you’ll come to crave soon. The lazy drag of the thorn, the perfect choice, the heat of it under your flesh, the way it makes everything you touch feel so incredible. The dusting of pollen on the pinprick.

Perhaps I did let you go, because every moment that you spend hoisted off the ground and wrapped in my vines as I take you back to the bed seems to erode your fight more.

Angry tears and writhing limbs fighting against indescribable pleasure in a war of cognitive dissonance.

The fact that I have made you love the way I feel only makes you hate me more. For now. You are in the early stages.

Denial.

This is a particularly cute place for you to find yourself. I adore denial. Gasping, shouting through a vibrating tone. You continue with your old shtick for as long as possible as I effortlessly grip your wrists and ankles. I press your body into the soft material of the most comfortable bed you have ever felt.

I coo, and administer light petting to you, the animal in front of me. It comforts you on a primal level. Still you shout about your escape plans, how you want to kill me, what a monster I am.

Bargaining.

You finally admit that I’ve done something to you, but you refuse to identify the exact sensation you are experiencing.

You know what it is. I know what it is. Yet, we pretend. I believe Terrans refer to this as flirting. I ask you what’s wrong petal, and you spit in my face. You say that I know exactly what I’ve done, and yet you still refuse to use the exact word as I start to pull at the seams of your standard issue jumpsuit. Little pulls at thread that match the way I’m tugging at your resilience. With every opening I slide another vine deeper, running across your arms, your thighs. You whimper as I finally shatter the illusion you have constructed.

Docility.

You realize now the inescapable reality of your bliss, but you are not ready to appreciate it yet. All at once your limbs go slack as the fight leaves you. The cortisol drains and drops out, quickly replaced by the endorphins and euphoriants I have ensured are reaching optimal levels. It is my preference to work through this stage as efficiently as possible.

The pet inside you is winning. She needs encouragement to properly take root. I finish removing your clothes and maximize the surface area available for my molestation. Ropes of my body bind you tighter, hold you closer.

Vines that live the closest to my core with fibrous textures tease at your skin. Oh, how you’ll crave them in time as their rougher material becomes associated in your mind at a neurochemical level with the addling and addictive comfort of my most intimate cuddles.

I run a grafted feeler across your scalp in a massage that makes you drool and gasp. Your dilated eyes roll back into your skull as I hum a warm and loving song into your grey matter.

Smaller tendrils run between your toes, across your neck, into the folds of your ears and eyes and nose. They brush your lips and they part so easily, but I do not enter. This is still the beginning of our courtship and I wish the explore the moist cavity of your throat at a later time when it can be fully appreciated.

You leak from every place a pet can leak.

I produce a flower bud and rock it lazily back and forth in front of your bleary eyes.

You watch as the soft petals of the bulb retract, revealing the dripping thorn within.

You break into a million little pieces as the pet within you wins the battle.

My sweet little thing begs for more.

How can I possibly resist.

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the magnus archives is a podcast

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the haters are referring to my polycule as a "band of the hawk type situation"

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Despite everything its still you

My new super hero oc (in civilian clothes) before and after one year in college

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readers of nothing will ever be the same

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I don't know why my neighbors keep sending me to this page. I'll NEVER become a floret. Never ever! My door has chains so an Affini can't enter! Plus, I'm a boy, I don't know why my neighbors think I'm a girl. Everyone has thoughts about becoming a girl sometimes, so yeah, I'm a boy who will never EVER be a floret.

Bold words for someone within head patting distance

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era of social media right before tottal affini take over had to be really funny. So many people expressing patriotic pride and being sure that accord can for sure win this battle

Social media in the Terran Accord be like

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my loyal knight reposted this.... im starting to think her loyalty may be thin.

all princesses need to be fucked.

militant conqueror princess being bent over her stupid war table and railed until she can’t even try to resist.

fancy fashion princess having her frilly dress ripped off of her before she gets picked up and played with.

delicate academic princess getting fucked harder and harder until she can’t concentrate on her reading and just has to moan whorishly and beg the top to fuck her harder.

all princesses deserve to be fucked 🩷

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Hello? I adopted a floret from your centre lately but... somethings not right.

I though they were terran, but when they think I can't see them they do stange things. Last night after I put them to bed I saw them bend in half backwards and go back. I don't think that's healthy for terrans?

They also said no one would believe me. Could you make sure all the florets you've seen go to homes lately were in fact terran.

Yeah, we have been getting some feedback about that. Recently we have been working through the backlog of sophonts living in so called 'Haunted dwellings'.

It's ok though, they mostly just do that for attention. Try giving them a circus leotard and calling them a contortionist.

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"what if that homeless person you gave money to spends it on alcohol ???😱" first of all alcohol withdrawal kills people and if theyre not in a safe place to detox (unlikely if they dont have a fucking home) this is literally harm reduction. second of all if they are not in danger of withdrawal thats fine too because im not a little baby bitch who thinks people have to earn the right to have a fucking drink by passing the "must be this tall housed to ride" test. third of all i would have spent it on alcohol also. so now what.

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plot twist is that they are the same person

A terran floret and a Terran Cosmic Navy marine

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THIS IS SO GOOOOOD

Beware the pipeline!

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Meeting genuine adults that think legal = good, illegal = bad is so bizarre, like bro not even the law itself agrees that that is a good ethical framework

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dont really care about the video but im obsessed with the term friendslop. girl youre my friendslop :) we're friendslop :)

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one time this japanese fujoshi i follow on twitter posted "the bottom should have a bigger dick so that you can watch it bounce while they get fucked and the top should have a smaller dick so that it can go in easier. uke dicks should be big and decorative and seme dicks should be average size and functional" and honestly her mind

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Wanted to draw myself in a different outfit x3