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the dollgirls are kissing and ruffling each otherβs skirts and saying awawawa. this is what sex looks like for them.
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Imagine your Mistress grabs you and lifts you up by your upper arms, letting your hands flop about as she shifts you left and right and talks for you in a silly voice:
"Wow wow wowowow im a silly Terran, taxes grrr I'm independent and need my pet window!"
And you have to try to explain to her that while Terrans do bond to almost anything, windows are not usually one of them.
And then she looks at you and says "But petal, you have a pet rock. Does making it transparent really confuse your silly stupid little brain that much~?"
"Ok, Jennifer is very different than a window she has a cool shape and shes mine and theres no one else like her in the whole wide world there's tones of windows."
Affini goes to the replicator, presses two buttons and makes an exact copy of Jennifer the rock. the Terran blushes and mutters quietly "selfcest"
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Mel1i: Look, don't get me wrong here. I'm sure the affini are, like, super fuckin scary or whatever to others!
Mel1i: But honestly likeβ¦skill issue?
Mel1i: Shrimply gitgud motherfuckers? like idk what the deal is, independence sounds like a breeze to me myself and I.
I stared at the tablet. At my words, exchanged in what was supposed to be (but was clearly not) a private Message between myself and a friend.
Then I looked back up at the affini who had silently sat down at my lunch table. She wasβ¦I mean, she was an affini. Her literal starsdamned presence was quite literally commanding the entire room.
I took a big sip of my lemonade and swallowed the lump in my throat. "Can I help you?"
The teeth in her grin became a few millimeters more visible. "No, not particuarly. But I believe I can help you, pet~al."
"uh huh." I rolled my eyes, making a shooing motion with my curled hand. "Yeah, sorry lady. I'm not interested."
"Mmmmmβ¦" It wasn't a sound made with her mouth, but rather a rumble emnating from her chest. She cupped my chin with an elegant hand, squeezing my jaw just enough to silence my protest. "That's lovely, dear.
"Open."
My eyes fluttered at the command, and I was suddenly quite glad she had my chin in her grasp, or I think I would have flopped forward. "Wh..wha..?" I mumbled, but that was all I got before she pushed something into my mouth, then held her hand over the orifice.
"Chew."
I moaned, the sweet candy melting apart in my mouth as my vision seemed to kaleidescope inward. "Whuhβ¦whuz goi-"
"Quiet, little one. Speak only when spoken to."
My mouth closed immediately around her finger, and I whimpered as she wiped a copious amount of drool from my chin. I felt her pin my tongue easily.
"Let me be perfectly clear, sweetling. You are not immune to Domestication. It doesn't matter if you can care for yourself, or if you do ev~ery~thing 'correctly'. All that matters is what People want, and what you have to offer.
"Say 'Yes, my Lady.'"
"Yeshh, muh 'athy." I mewled out, my thighs pushing together and squirming of their own accord. The rush of embarassment bled into the pleasure and twisted it into new kinks I knew would never, ever leave.
She lifted her finger from my tongue.
"You will give me a secret you've never told anyone. Now."
"I like to hump the teddy bear I keep under my bed." The words left full seconds before my thoughts had a chance to even process the command, my body completely leaving me out of the conversation. I blushed hotly, shaking uncontrollably. We were in public, still. Everyone was watching, listening, cooing and clapping and filming and-
"Eyes on Me, pet."
I moaned, looking into the violet holes before me. So many eyes. All of them on me. All of them ensuring I never stood a chance.
"What are you, petal?"
Her tablet flashed a new message, one from my account. My eyes greedily flew across the gift, even as my mind screamed into the pillow it was being smothered under.
"I-I'm a little sap-ragβ¦im just a pollinated princess whβ¦whβ¦whβ¦who needs to be broken until I can n--n-n-never be people again." The words stumbled over themselves in their haste to depart, to please Her. I couldn't complain. I could not complain.
It didn't matter if I wanted to.
It didn't matter if I wanted Her to stop.
She was the center of my universe, and all it took was a bit of candy, Her voice, and a single hand.
"pβ¦pluhβ¦pleasseeeeβ¦." I crawled onto the ground, bowing until my head rested on Her vines. My mouth was tingly and drooly, the words slurred with pleasure. "I wannnβ¦I nee' itβ¦nee' moreeeeβ¦."
"That's what I wanted to hear."
Her hand came down to grace my head with it's presence.
"Now you can be your best self."
I shivered, eyes closing in bliss.
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Pamper your dolls
Pamper your plushies
Pamper your beepers
Pamper your significant other(s)
Pamper yourself
You and everyone you love (platonically, romantically, siblingly, etc.) deserve to feel pampered and cared for.
This message brought to you by the untethered angel slime shouting from a sewer grate
