Flower Vocaloid Gender Novels & Stories

She plucked a dark maroon flower, nearly brown from a vase and held it delicately. “Chocolate cosmos,” she said. “Smells like cocoa and vanilla. She’ll melt.” Voss took it, surprised by its strange, velvety petals. “It’s beautiful.” “You’re a smart man,” she declared. “Rare flower for a rare woman.” He paid, and as he turned to leave, she leaned in conspiratorially with a wink. “Good luck with her.” Voss walked out smiling. But the smile faded when he stepped into his quiet home.

In the simplest way to put it, Syris found himself falling madly and deeply for Floopy. Likewise, Floopy didn’t remain unaffected to Syris’ charms as the panotti watched him improve every single day. Syris was probably the most hardworking person he ever knew and his talent blossomed under Floopy’s nurturing. It was no secret that they liked each other and were even considering entering the dating phase. The only thing stopping them from courting officially was Floopy’s gender. They couldn’t sign the mating registration papers with Amanda because Floopy wasn’t an omega. For that to happen, a second-gender reassignment test and potion must be given by Amanda. For that to happen, they must hav

Fitia continued, her voice carrying a sorrowful tone, "so in return, I am giving you the power to choose whoever it is you wish to be mated to." Valeria couldn't believe her ears. The chance to choose a mate of her choice. It was amazing news. Fitia extended her hand, and Valeria could hardly believe what she saw—a unique flower unlike any she had ever encountered. Half of its delicate petals were a mesmerizing shade of celestial blue, while the other half appeared to be aflame with vibrant hues of orange and red. "Here, take this," Fitia said, "It symbolizes my forgiveness." Touched by the gesture, Valeria carefully held the khisfire in her hands, treating it with utmost care. Its petals fe

‘The flowers,’ she continued through gritted teeth, ‘are beautiful. Nero’s voice seemed to become deeper. ‘I agree,’ he whispered. ‘The nénuphar is the most beautiful flower of all.’ As he spoke his hand found her clitoris and began to massage the erect, erotic stem. Then his fingers encircled the rosebud pink petals of her sex-lips and began, with excruciating slowness, to penetrate her.