Your favorite local Hound/Mutt creature

So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”

Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.

Me, tired and afraid, one of them wraps my arms and legs in vines to keep me still against their chest

While the other gently prys open my mouth with a thorn and floods my mouth with spores down to my lungs

Filling my body with a warm sensation as their very essence brews inside me

My mind going fuzzy as my fears fade and I can finally let go of the years of indoctrinated ideals and forced masks

My mouth closing over the thorn like an oral fixation, its dangerous yet comforting form pressing down on my tongue

The vines around my extremities extending further along my body, tearing off the cage that is my clothes and letting my skin press fully between the two Affini

Their each unique and gentle biorhythms lulling me into warm safety...

I am theirs...

she walks past you and picks you up into her vines, lost in thought, headpatting you, vines snaking all over, petting you playing with you but she doesn't even notice

you're probably not even her floret, her vines got restless and grabbed something to help her

she goes to her job, still relentlessly playing with you, doing paperwork or something while thinking about something else

all day this goes on and on and on and your mind has been lost to the feelings long ago

eventually another affini points it out to her and she just goes 'oh! oh dear' and checks in on you, but your entire mind has probably already leaked out through your crotch

maybe she brings you to your hab

maybe you try to find her usual route again the next day, hoping she'll absentmindedly pick you up again like that, ...

maybe one day at her work she finds a document you sent to her, a pre-filled domestication contract, ...

Holllyyy please.

Fully capitalise HER to show that SHE is completely superior.

THE FUCKING 2020s!? IS OUR BUDGET THAT SHIT!?

*sighs* anyways. Heres the list of complaints we've received after making that questionable decision...

.some keep trying to register "Rizzler" as a callsign (dont let them)

.they gave Wolf squadron.....a fursona?

.they keep harassing HOUND#067

(it keeps begging to be decommissioned can we take its muzzle off and let nature sort itself out?)

.keeps asking for "buzzballs" at the bar

.calls the combat stims "slurp juice" or "gas station dick pills?" (Can we please let the Hounds chase these ones down for enrichment?)

.....speaking of Hounds...oh gods where do we start. The ones who call themselves "puppygirls" are uncomfortably eager to join the program.. my hounds are scared of them.

And finally here's one from the communications dept... wtf does this even mean?

"if i hear "were so cooked chat" over comms one more time. Im letting the Sniper unit use you for target practice!"

Am I missing any? This is a selected collection. The full report is 37 pages long...

Anyways can we petition to cancel the cryogenics program?