Klbr-o-e3 - Experimental Organic KLBR Unit 03

A segment from the hdg fic im writing.

tws for ego death as well as normal hdg stuff.

A floret stares out the window. No thoughts run through their mind, only empty, blissful pleasure at anything and everything. The thing can’t tell where “I” begin and Nova ends, or even if an “I” or an “we” exist. There is no panic or shock, only pleasure. Something can’t tell if it likes this. That fact brings pleasure to the trembling body.

Something look outside. There are florets and their affini walking in the nearby park. There are rows and rows of pretty flowers. The ember sky paints everything in gorgeous yellows and oranges. In the tree closest to the hab there is a blue bird. An affini grabs it and puts it in a cage. They give it to their pet. The floret plays with it gently.

Something sings “Just like that blue bird...” It is out of tune and off-beat. The words are slurred to incomprehensibility. That’s a big word that A thing forgot the meaning of. It must not be important.

An affini and their floret are playing with a beautiful blue bird in a cage. The blue contrasts the reddening false sky of the hab ring.

Something sings “Just like that blue bird.” It took several seconds to get it out, although time is now meaningless. Only bliss remains in the thing’s head.

A floret pets a blue bird. If something could focus, it might be able to hear it chirping. Focus doesn’t exist now.

Something sings “blue bird.” It takes more and more effort to speak. There is no need to speak, the only thing that it needs to do is be a good pet for mistress.

A blue bird.

Something moans in tune to a song that was once its favourite. The concept of “favourites” left its mind a long time ago.

Blue bird.

He got his release. Something will not, and it knows it won’t in a deep part of their brain kept locked down by the xenodrugs.

And then, there was nothing. There doesn’t need to be anything. There was only happiness, unending and infinite. And something saw that it was good.

Reblog if you want to gag on girl cock.

secret 3rd option:

deliberately eat the cereal dry in hopes your little sister will punish you and milk you dry instead

you pour yourself a bowl of cereal, but then realize there's no milk on the fridge!! you have two options...

milk your big sister's fat tits

OR

milk your little sister's thick cock

choose wisely...

trans women will see "floret" and instantly hit reblog

i want a falke unit to destroy me physically and mentally

Battle ready falcon

a dom calling me “princess” “my favorite girl” “honey” “darling” “my baby” “my love” yes yes yes that’s meeeee please give it to me

"Can i spoon you?" boring. tired. pathetic.

"Roll over and lie still, you're going to be my stuffie tonight." clear. directional. whimsical but in a little-domme kinda way.

this is why i suck strap btw

What the hell do you mean “but you can’t feel it when she sucks strap.” I can feel her hands on my thighs while she greedily takes it in. I can feel the base of the strap pushing into me and hitting my clit just right. I can feel her hair in my hands as I move it to the side or pull her in deeper. I can feel my pussy start to throb and drip. I can feel her kissing me with that beautiful blissed out look in her eyes. I can feel it in all of the ways that matter.

my wife has taken to slapping my tits a lot and she's been getting more and more rough about it and i cant help but get so horny when she abuses my tits i really fucking like it and yeah just wanted to let you all know a weakness of mine U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U

trans person excited about their second puberty: “it's like I'm back in school but without the bullying this time”

their older sister, so hard she can barely stand: “i can change that”