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TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

Arrival

This time, you come out of the water. While the Augur reboots, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy draws people in. It's like being suspended between realities and walking through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. Feel the friendship!

Recent arrivals and visitors to the beach may notice a sudden influx of hundreds of bright red crustaceans crawling (and coupling) across the sand. It's crab mating season, as it turns out, it's a regular invasion! To keep the beach a pleasant place to gather for the island's inhabitants, the robots are offering credits to especially enterprising crab-catchers. Grab a bucket and get to work! Be sure to watch out for their pinch, mind you. Their little claws are tiny, but that doesn’t mean they don’t hurt.

Surprisingly, there is another effect that even the robots don't anticipate: islanders who are pinched by the crabs find themselves feeling instantly buddy-buddy with the next person they spot. Did you just become best friends?! Get pinched one too many times, however, and those feelings may sour into a crabby mood, indeed.

If you are feeling particularly vengeful (or just hungry), the little crabs do make for delicious gumbo. Once cooked, they have no side effects whatsoever.

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II. Phallus Phestival

Although the Augur is offline and supplies are scarce, the robots of Erku are still eager to make their run-down little island a welcoming place for the new arrivals. To that end, they have arranged a three day festival to boost morale and promote the generation of plenty of Eros energy to assist in the restoration of the damaged and decayed parts of the city. The robots claim that this celebration was once a cornerstone of the long-lost civilization of the island. By the dawn of the first day, every island resident will find at their doorstep (or tent flap, mobile suit, etc) the traditional costume of the ancient islanders to wear to the festival. It appears to be... a giant sheet? There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to the sometimes garish colors and patterns of the fabric, but at least the robots have uploaded instructions on how to wear it to your bracelet device.

Attendees will find food (mostly crab-flavored), confections, and household necessities in rather suggestive shapes, as well as goods you might find handy to complete your A5 squares: sex toys, pervertibles, sexy maid outfits, and the like. While islanders are welcome to set up shop on the festival grounds and sell (or charge) whatever they like, all items from the robots are offered up for free to those who wear their traditional island garb!

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III. Fireside Adventures

Each night of the festival is wrapped up in style with an enormous bonfire on the beach, where drinks, fruity cocktails, and lively music appropriate for dancing is all provided at no cost by the robots. Even if you’re not usually much of a dancer, the longer you stand by the fire and allow it to warm your limbs, the more you feel like moving! Not only that, but everyone is looking quite beautiful by the firelight, are they not?

If you’ve grown tired - or if dancing just isn’t your thing - you might prefer to sit back and swap stories on one of the many driftwood log benches the robots have prepared for seating. Or, maybe you’d prefer to rough it for the night in one of the beachside canvas tents. Better claim one quick, though, or be prepared to share… there’s only one sleeping bag!

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N A V I G A T I O N

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[ So demanding.

Even if those words are doused in desperation, Eustace doesn't take too kindly to it, hand around Klaus's cock squeezing a little too tightly for comfort. Not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to serve as a reminder of who gives the orders around here. (Who the daddy is, as Klaus would say.) He leans forward, draping the full length of his body across Klaus in order to murmur into one ear. ]

I don't think I will.

[ Sorry Klaus, you're not the one in control here.

True to his word, Eustace keeps the beads in even as he positions his cock back into place, savoring the feeling of heat against the tip and the unfamiliar texture of the beads rubbing up against him. He'd never imagined he'd be using them like this, but now that he's here, he can't say he's not more than a little curious. Curious enough to go slow, carefully pushing and testing Klaus's limits before going further. Or maybe he's just enjoying the feeling of being enveloped so fully, who can say?

Either way, he doesn't plan on stopping any time soon. ]

_{[ He wasn't sure what kind of reaction he would get out of that, but it also wasn't something performative. It's what he wanted, but if he's going to be denied of it, he's going to be denied of it.

And be even further turned on by that as well. It seems their chemistry works nicely.

Klaus has always been someone who loved being something that someone could just have their way with, and maybe he's been with too many disrespectful partners in the past to where he just assumed he would be something to be taken advantage of and thrown away. He can tell, though, the way that Eustace seems to take things slower at first that there is care there. This is what makes it fun for him— when someone can find some way to have their way with him but not treat him as something worthless.

Such a turn on.

It has been quite awhile since he's had two things placed up his entrance— it's a little tight like when they first started, but Eustace taking his time and using plenty of lube does the trick to slide in. By now, his wrists have curled upward, hands shaking, along with his legs and knees too.

He's groaning— loudly— but it's by no means from any pain. ]}

Oooooh, my god. I'm so full.. it's so full..

_{[ He's stilled. It's a bit much for him to contribute much to the friction, but he shuffles his legs slightly, trying to get his bearings more solidified. ]}

Please, god. Do whatever you want.

_{[ That made him give up any ounce of control he tried to have. ]}

[ Though Eustace has always preferred to be in control, he's never found much enjoyment in purely selfish actions. Maybe it's because he's forgotten the core of who he is, the essence of himself worn away after so many years spent as the Society's loyal dog. Hard to be selfish when you don't even remember your own dreams anymore. Even here, he's just become someone else's tool, bowing to the whims of the Augur in order to check off squares in the hopes of finding answers. Maybe that's why Klaus is so fascinating to him, his actions and words so completely unfettered and free that they might as well belong to an entirely different world.

Either way, it's a world he wants to know more of, and a world he's willing to lose himself in for just this one day. Klaus's vocalizations are enough to unravel his usual careful restraint, control slipping as he slides in further, the uneven press of the beads against his cock sending constant bursts of pleasure through him just as much as the slick feeling of Klaus hot and tight around him.

He can't even be bothered to reply back to that demand for more, too busy letting his actions speak for him, from the way his free hand clamps down on Klaus's hip to hold him in place to the needy way his own hips move, in swift desperate strokes. More, faster, harder. That's what he wants, his desire evident in the tense lines of his shoulders and the curve of his spine, and the way even he can't stop himself from making noise, voice breaking slightly as he moans through his teeth. ]

_{[ It had been far too long since someone had rightfully fucked him into the ground, but here he is. The lifestyle of having someone just off the street just take him in such a vulnerable state was everything norm about the kind of life he lived. Something thrilling. Something enticing. Something to leave him incredibly numb. Back then, it was to distract him from the cursed ability he was plagued with, but now, he had become his own prisoner; someone addicted to the feeling of being used. It gave him purpose. It made him feel important. Adequate. Things he never was in the eyes of his guardian and quite possibly the rest of his disjointed family. It was fun, too, even with the marks and burns that scraped his body after a night of promiscuity. He's fairly certain he won't be able to walk properly after this and he's.. very much okay with that.

Klaus provides resistance with his body, trying to hold himself steady and solid through this, the rub of both organic flesh and artificial bulbs overstimulating him as Eustace quickens his pace. He's not sure of how much more of this could take before releasing, but Eustace has certainly done something— he's made him stop making noise. By now, a veil of sweat glistens over his body, but mostly where their chest and back muscles meet and he felt like a furnace.

Again, he's wordless. Besides the arrange of loud groans, affirmations and curses that spill out of his spit covered mouth. After a few moments of this, however, his voice is strained by the time he manages to speak. ]}

Goddddd, it's so much. Harder. Almost there.

[ They've hardly seen eye-to-eye ever since they met back at the bazaar, but in this one area they seem to have reached a perfect agreement. What Klaus wants is what Eustace is willing to give: the full brunt of his desire slotted firmly into Klaus's ass, pushing as deep as he can go. Again and again, until there's nothing left but pure sensation. The sound of both their voices mingling together. Their bodies, sweat-slicked and pressed firm against one another. The pressure that keeps building inside of him, swelling further and higher until he finds himself teetering at a precipice.

Anyway.

Remember that time like twenty minutes ago when they were talking about barbed dicks? Well, Klaus can rest easy knowing he won't be stabbed by dozens of tiny needles as they fuck. He might not be able to rest easy tomorrow after one particularly satisfying roll of his hips tips Eustace over the edge, self-control shattering as he swears and comes. Which would be fine if that were all of it—but it's not, the tumultuous crash of pleasure enough to unconsciously activate certain other parts of him, the base of his cock swelling up just enough to lock them both in place as Eustace spends himself in Klaus.

Welcome to the kn*tting club, Klaus. ]

_{[ It's quite the sensation he's certain he's never felt before. Ultimately, it's feeling himself getting filled up with hot fluid that brings him to his peak, not ashamed to shout when he releases onto the floor, shaking once again to try and hold his body upward and not just collapse. The additional swelling is felt pretty instantly and makes it unable for him to catch his breath, still soaring high on his orgasm. ]}

Hoooo-ly shit.

_{[ His voice is airy, body warm and flushed, but he finally lowers himself to the ground, grimacing. It's a little painful, but he isn't going to complain. Klaus is nicely stilled on the cold floor, now, not caring he just flopped down into his own semen, chest rising and falling and lashes fluttering. Despite the foreign feeling, he seems pretty pleased with everything, a satisfied smile surfacing over his face now. He tries to shift on his side, but moves very slow and carefully, not wanting to hurt himself or his partner, but Eustace gets the idea of what he's trying to do.

There's some light laughter. ]}

Oh my god. Seriously..? You're stuck with meee for now.
_{[ Sorry, Eustace. ]}

[ Stuck indeed, but the good thing about climaxing is that it really mellows a guy out. Even Eustace, prickly and unforgiving as he so often is, isn't immune to the endorphins that skitter through his body, relaxing his muscles and soothing his mind.

He lets Klaus tug them both down onto the ground, one hand drifting to settle lightly on the curve of Klaus's ribcage. Better enjoy this now, because it's the last intimacy he'll probably get from Eustace for the next month. ]

Is that a problem?

[ It will be in approximately 30 seconds, once clarity rears its ugly head again. Tragically (for him, not Klaus), this knot is going to last way longer than that. ]

_{[ He's pretty happy that his partner has decided to join him on the floor (how romantic) and starts to get all cozy, curling his body carefully and spooning up nicely against Eustace. His lips are curved upward, not minding the aches that are already beginning to pulsate through his body. His hand comes over Eustace's, meshing his fingers with his to interlace. ]}

Noooooo. Of course not. You're so amazing.

_{[ There's still a breathlessness to his voice as he brings Eustace's arm around him tighter. ]}

I'd like to be with you for as long as I can.

_{[ Hmm. ]}

I still don't know your name.

[ Thanks for feeding his ego, Klaus, he appreciates it. Enough to leave his hand there as Klaus intertwines their fingers together. Surprising, considering how much he normally doesn't care what other people think of him, but at the end of the day he's only human.

Well, mostly human. ]

Hmph. Daddy seemed to work well enough earlier.

[ Is he joking??

Regardless, the creeping sensation of reality is sinking back into him. The cool floor, Klaus's warm body, the way they're basically glued together—ah. He frowns. ]

Does it hurt?

_{[ Klaus lets out a little whine when he's denied an actual name and rolls the upper part of his body enough where he can kiss Eustace on the jaw, or mouth, or cheek.. any part he can reach. ]}

So mysterious. I won't pry, but I will do aaaaanything to know.

_{[ At the question, Klaus blinks a few times. ]}

Which part? You're going to have to be more specific.

_{[ He knows what part, but a lot of him hurts right now. ]}

[ Those are dangerous words, Klaus, and Eustace will use them later if he has to.

For now, he remains as he is on his side, rolling his eyes at little at the continued cadence of Klaus's voice. Impressive, how much energy this guy has. ]

Your ass. [ What else, honestly. ] Or does it hurt everywhere?

[ Is he going to have to patch this guy up? There will be no kissing it better though, sorry. ]

Mmmmm. Yeah, it does. But it's alright. It just gives me an excuse to do nothing tomorrow.

_{[ His hand, still remaining over Eustace's, rubs affectionately, moving to massage his wrist and slide up his arm, idly feeling of his partner's skin. ]}

You still have to take everything out, too. Ooooh, how terrible it would be if you did that nice and slow and then leave me on my own. So cruel.

_{[ His dull nails scrape, soothing over Eustace's arm now. Eustace can't see the shit eating grin on his face. ]}

You're so great. ♡

_{[ The smothering of compliments is just how he is. ]}

[ He feels smothered, all right.

He does roll his eyes this time, but doesn't pull away, willing for the moment to let Klaus touch as he pleases. It's a pleasant sensation, soft instead of the usual roughness he's used to.

And though he's rarely prone to gestures of affection, his own fingers tap idly away against Klaus's ribcage. ]

Do you say that to everyone you sleep with?

[ Not that it would be offensive if so, Klaus just seems like that kinda guy. ]

Only when they're great cause you are.

_{[ He can be so honest sometimes. ]}

Why.. do you always not say much when you sleep with people? Not gonna lie, I kind of like it. You're all quiet and mysterious.. it's incredibly sexy.

[ It's the only way he knows how to be....

Anyway, they're not exactly bosom buddies (and he has no intention of ever getting to that point with this guy) but he has to admit, he truly doesn't understand how this dude's mind works. ]

Is that what you look for in a person? Mystery?

Nooooo, not usually or intentionally. But when I come across people like this.. I'm so fascinated by them. I can't help it. I am drawn to mystery.

_{[ His power does deal with the unknown and mysterious, after all. One of his hands reaches back to smooth along Eustace's cheek and jawline before pushing through his hairline.
Looks like he's making a go for the ears since Eustace is literally locked into place here and he finally feels that furry base of the ears and curls his fingers to scritch there. ]}

I knew I always preferred dogs for some reason.

_{[ oh.. ]}

[ Why you gotta be this way, Klaus.

Those ears twitch once in surprise, but it's always been pleasant to have someone scratch at the base of his ears, and so Eustace lowers his head just a bit to grant Klaus better access.

They're stuck here anyway. ]

Not enough mystery in your own life?

[ If they're going to be stuck together, he might as well try and puzzle out this strange guy. ]

_{[ Klaus isn't sure if the best part about this encounter is the swollen cock jammed up his ass with everything else or how soft Eustace's ears are. He continues to pet him, humming. ]}

Well, I'm not entirely sure about that. A lot of weird stuff has happened in my life, but because I've experienced that, it does make life seem lackluster after the fact.

So, yeah. Maybe. I like different. You're definitely different.

[ It's the only part of him that's soft, sorry. Better enjoy it while you can, Klaus.

'A lot of weird stuff' could mean just about anything, but unlike Siegfried he's not particularly interested enough to delve deeper. Maybe one day....

He snorts. ]

Different just because of my cock up your ass?

[ He thinks he's pretty normal otherwise. ]

Oh, no no.. well. Maybe a little bit.

Point of the matter is.. I like you a lot. As a sexual partner.
But I'd like to get to know you better.

_{[ Look how vulnerable he is being! ]}

[ Can't believe Klaus is here being so vulnerable and Eustace is probably gonna brush him off, I hate him.

Just kidding, he'll be nice for thirty seconds. They are stuck here for now, after all. He does pull away slightly, ears slipping away as he peers up at the roof. ]

There's not much to know.

[ Other than he's a cagey bitch. ]

Okay, but..

_{[ You know what he is gonna ask. ]}

The simple thing I wanna know.. you're not telling me.

_{[ YOUR NAME, SIR. ]}

... also, do you howl at the moon?

[ And it's at that moment that Eustace's knot finally decides to set them both free and shrink back down (or whatever it is knots do, I'm actually not enough of a furry for this).

Which means Klaus doesn't get the obvious answer (of his name). But as Eustace is pulling away and clambering to his feet, he does at least generously answer the spoken question. ]

No. I don't turn into a wolf either.

[ Sorry if Klaus was into beastiality. Now, where are his pants... ]

_{[ val....... seek deep within your furry heart.

Eustace pulls out (i guess thanks for the free anal beads) and he rolls over to regard the other man as he searches for his pants. Klaus even points in the direction where they are at. ]}

Will I at least see you again?

_{[ Hopeful? Hopeful. ]}

[ my furry heart needs to go read more furry porn

And tragically Klaus will probably have to content himself with furry porn for the time being because Eustace, once again, is going to be a cagey bitch while he gets dressed.

yw for the anal beads tho ]

We'll see.

[ Anyway he's leaving now BYEEEEEEEEE this is the worst thread ender i've ever written, sorry ]

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how did i lose this tag.. what.. i'm mad

dw wants to keep us apart.....

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