ercookies | TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

Entry tags:

!tdm

TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

00. Arrival

This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface 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. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased.

With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

Welcome, one and all, to a thrilling new location! Robots have worked tirelessly to build, from the ground up, what can only be recognizable as an amusement park. You are just in time for the grand opening of Six Flagellants: Great Advagtures!

The Ferris Wheel routinely stops when lovebirds reach the top, waiting for a kiss - or something more daring! - before it starts up again.

Robots warn of the scary Haunted House: a dark building with wall-to-wall creeps, and hot and cold running chills. Flickering ghosts roam the halls, and you may find an eerily realistic Headless Horseman -- who bids you, "Come closer. Give me head," while pointing to yours. Hey, get your mind out of the... Nevermind.

The Carousel is a two-story affair. Nude figures with familiar faces lounge about, waiting to be ridden, and closer inspection proves that they have the faces of your fellow islanders. Hop on your favorite person and take them for a spin!

There are even Bumper Cars, which have the interesting effect of making one feel more aroused with every bump and impact. (It's randomized each time, so don't try to guess based on car color!)

What should be a similar ride, the Teacups, has the robots' madness written all over it instead. They have misunderstood the gentle spin-cycles for dangerous, dizzying loop-the-loops across a wide track. Some would swear that the ride has a supernatural invocation for fear. Others are simply man enough to admit they're afraid.

Lastly, the Tunnel of Love is not what you expect. Although flavored lube and guides to cunnilingus are on each fleshy-log-shaped boat, the motion of the ocean is quite soothing, and there's a pleasant floral scent in the air that causes a light intoxication.

Don't forget to try the food! Similar to the Street Kiosks, there's a ton of faire food: cotton candy, corn dogs, and the like.

Mascot outfits are available and those who wear them will be rewarded generously with credits.

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

The next morning, you receive a message on your device: You are cordially invited to a celebration of skinship at the House of Worship. Please do not dress for the occasion.

If asked about it, the robots will confirm that is not a specific holiday, but a simple joyous event. If you pry, they may even say that the Old Ones often made merry and partook in the pleasures of the flesh - and so too should you.

For an hour, there will be food and drink - alcoholic and aphrodisiac. Then, at the designated time, once the sun has gone down, clothes will be shed and a revelry begun.

As fireworks explode overhead, the different colors send the naked senses reeling:

Red: You are amorous towards the people around you. Yours is a joyous celebration. The Auspicious Acts you offer are happy and lighthearted, full of kisses and sweet nothings.
Orange: You feel bold and adventurous, eager to try something - or someone - new. Your preferred Acts may be dangerous or exciting, perhaps with more than one person.
Yellow: You feel reverence when you watch the fireworks, reverence when you look at your fellow people. You feel blessed to be part of the celebration at the House of Worship, and you make the Acts you complete into Acts of worship. You are all about the spirit of generosity.
Green: You are not here to celebrate. Jealousy is your lot. Uncover a new side of yourself, full of bitterness and resentment, and try an Act that treads the fine line between light and dark.
Indigo: You are proud to celebrate! Those around you are lucky to bask in your presence. You have a newly-minted domineering attitude that makes itself known, and your Acts are likely to be something where you'll come out on top.
Violet: These fireworks make you feel unusual - the opposite of yourself. You are different in all that you want to do, preferring Auspicious Acts that you may not have thought twice about before.

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

III. MISTLETOE

mistletoe

sensory deprivation

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

N A V I G A T I O N

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I don't really feel like I'm doing better or worse than anyone else, honestly. But I have to admit I was curious about things like alcohol and sex and parties. You don't really get a lot of any of those as an ascetic."

The timing had been honestly pretty impeccable. She'd cleared her name from it's exile sentence, gotten a murderer to confess his crimes, upset a thousand year old prophecy, and saved the world from destruction at the hands of a well meaning but short sighted fledgling god, and now she finally had TIME to explore the outside world and find out what kind of fun stuff there was out there.

And here she was, on an island devoted to what was generally viewed as the MOST fun thing humans could indulge in.

"Hrm," Beau noises thoughtfully. She still does not think it would be a good idea to give into her desires, but that's only because she doesn't think of them as natural desires.

Case in point, she still feels an itch from the bumper cars and that can't be natural.

"I got all my curiosity sated before I became a monk," Beau admits. "And then I just... went back to it."

So she WAS another monk! Outstanding! It sounded like she was one with a very different story, though. "I was sent to the temple when I was four. It was the only life I ever knew. At least until I, er, left a few years ago." She started talking faster, hoping to skip over that part of the story. "Anyway, the unnatural urges seem to go away on their own, eventually, but it usually takes a while. If you don't want to relieve yourself, you'll have to be patient."

Beau can catch a hint. The real question is whether she wants to or not, whether she'll let someone off easy or grill them, just because.

Instead of furthering up her line of questioning on Lin, she gives her a look over. There's a fine line between outright leering and dropping a hint. Beau likes to think she does it fairly well.

"I'm not good at being patient," she admits.

"A cold shower and a little meditation will clear your head right up."

Lin noted Beau not-quite-staring at her. As she spoke, she shifted her stance slightly so as to better show off her figure. Just a bit. She wasn't terribly well endowed in the chest or the hips, but she knew how to make what she had work for her at least semi-effectively. She was trying to walk that same line as Beau was, between outright posing and dropping a hint.

"I'm feeling pretty out of sorts myself. Maybe I could join you in clearing my own mind a bit..."

"Not sure about a cold shower but maybe somewhere... a little more private," she suggests, her look somewhat heated now as she notices Lin's slight change in body language.

"For meditation, of course."

She grins and takes a step closer to the other, letting her hand lightly trail down Lin's arm, looking to take a loose hold of her fingers.

"Got any ideas?"

"I spied just the place, earlier."

Lin hesitated for JUST a moment. Beau had seemed a little uncomfortable with artificially induced libido, and she could really blame her. When she actually stopped to think about it it WAS pretty creepy.

Only for a moment, though. Beau seemed to have worked through it, and Lin was confident if things got weird she would let her know. Lin slipped her fingers between Beau's and gave her hand a little squeeze before leading the way.

The spot Lin had picked out earlier was a hedge maze, of sorts, towards the edge of the theme park. The path was just a simple spiral, which only turned around once before reaching a modest clearing in the center. The path was lined with small smooth stones the shifted underfoot, creating a very noticeable noise that would warn anyone in the middle if someone was coming. The center held a little gazebo, the interior of which was full of cushions a couple could lie on together quite comfortably.

In short, it was the perfect place for anyone who wanted to slip away for a bit and enjoy each other's company in relative privacy.

"What do you think? You actually could meditate in here, if you wanted."

In truth, she is a little bit put off by it. But it's nothing artificial that has her looking at Lin the way she is. And, she trusts, it's not (much) artificial that has Lin looking back. If they weren't attracted to each other on some level, no amount of aphrodisiacs would matter, would they?

So it comes down to, yeah, she's hornier than usual, through no choice of her own. But there's also a hot girl offering to take her somewhere private, and Beau's not fool enough to say no to that.

Maybe her opinion will change later, when the novelty's worn off. But for now, she happily follows the redhead.

The reveal of the location makes Beau blink with mild surprise. She hadn't expected something so peaceful in the middle of all this noise and bright color. She finds herself grinning slightly, genuinely pleased.

"Yeah, you could," she agrees. Then shrugs and looks at the other.

"Maybe some other time for the meditation."

"Maybe some other time." She agreed, pulling Beau closer and slipping her hands around her waist.

And this was a slightly cautious moment. She didn't really know anything about Beau except that she was a monk, she was horny, and she was hot. Did she have some kind of trauma that would pop up from something innocuous? Did she have a real sadistic side that was about to be unleashed on her?

A kiss seemed like a relatively safe first move.

Beau might have had the same hesitations, worries about Lin, except for the fact that Beau is, more often than not, stupidly confident. She believes that she can handle most anything that is thrown her way. And she knows how to handle hot women. Right?

So she returns the kiss, rough hands moving up to cradle Lin's face. Gentle at first. Then she leans into the meeting of their lips, pushing the heat up to something a little more sizzling.

So far, so good. She wanted to start ripping her clothes of now (those DAMN bumper cars), but also wanted to play it cool. So instead of ripping Beau's shirt open, Lin leaned into the kiss, matching her energy. Her hands slipped around her waist, pulling her closer.

Beau's thinking the same thing. Much as she wants to just tear off clothing, there is something to getting to know what exactly your partner wants. Testing the waters.

It's just that now that she's kissing Lin, she's not sure how much of that testing she can do by dipping her toes in as opposed to canonballing into the water, to extend a metaphor.

Her hands move down from Lin's face, picking at her shirt to try and tug it off, while at the same time walking them back to the gazebo. It's not privacy she wants so much as somewhere other than the ground to get Lin down to.

Okay the hell with it. Lin went ahead and disengaged from Beau for a moment, just because her shirt had buttons and it took a second to unbutton them. She might have just ripped it open but she didn't have a lot of spare clothes and couldn't afford to ruin a shirt just to get undressed a few seconds faster.

If she told someone about this later (unlikely), she might have claimed that she was cool and sensual while she unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, but the truth was that there was several frantic seconds of Lin doing it as fast as humanly possible so she could rip it off and toss it aside. Under it she had sports bra, a bunch of scars, and a bruise the shape of a handprint right between her boobs.

It's fine. It's totally fine. Because Beau takes the opportunity to start taking off her top as well, which requires a bit of unwinding thanks to her lack of sports bra and use of less modern means of keeping boobs in place. (Gotta get her one of them sports bras though, stat.)

Beau does not care for cool and sensual, not when she's moving just as frantically and has to bend over to pull off her boots. At least she's graceful enough to do that without hopping. She's quickly naked against the open air and grabbing for Lin again, paying no mind (at the moment) to her scares but careful of the bruise, like it might still hurt.

Lin stopped after taking her shirt off, realized that there was no reason to stop there when she saw Beau was going for totally naked, and resumed stripping with renewed urgency. Boots, belt, pants, sports bra, boxer shorts, one by one they all ended up on the pile of both their clothes.

Once she was naked (And if Beau was paying attention she might note that apparently Lin's natural hair color was actually black.) she only got a moment to just stare at her (which you had to do, because Wow Girl Hot) before Beau was pulling her back into an embrace. Lin flopped back onto the pile of cushions and pulled Beau down after her before resuming their kiss.

She'll have a comment about that hair color, but later. Right now there's more important things to be handled. Like Lin herself.

Beau follows to fall atop of the other woman, but carefully does not crush her. Instead she props herself up on her elbows, giving her a little room to maneuver. Her hand slips between them to cup and caress Lin's breast, Beau moaning softly into the kiss. Just feeling her like this is pleasurable. Though, of course, not enough.

She kisses her until she feels a little breathless, then breaks away so she can move her lips along her jaw, down to her neck and lower. Her hand moves from her breast down her belly, stopping at her belly button and drawing an idle circle on the skin there.

She leaned forwards, pushing vigorously into the kiss for a few seconds before Beau started making her way downward. As she did, Lin couldn't help but laugh. Not because this was particularly funny, but just out of sheer high spirits. Why not? She was getting her tits sucked on by a gorgeous woman, AND she was kind of ticklish.

"Hehe...Alright since you're so eager you can have your fun, but when you're done I want my turn with you!"

There's a different tone to each kind of laugh, and Beau can hear a bit of that breathless pleasure in Lin's. Which is good, because Beau put it there, and good because Beau knows she's not laughing at the situation, like anything's funny.

Beau sucks on a nipple, pulling gently as she pulls away and up just enough to look Lin the eye with a grin. Her hand is pushing its way down now between her legs and her fingers circle the spot she's found there.

"We can both have our cake and eat it, too," she promises. "But for right now, I'm in charge."

"Haah, s-sure thing. You're the boss."

Lin's breath hitched as she touched her between her legs. She drew one knee up so it rubbed against Beau's hip, like a caress, as she felt it starting to build within her.

"Whatever you say, as long as you keep going..."

"Keep going?" She's teasing, purely, but wants to hear it, all the same.

Beau grins and dips her head again to play at Lin's nipple again with her tongue. Her fingers press against her clit and move in firm circles, speeding up as she pulls pants and moans from the other woman.

"DEFINITELY keep going!"

Lin watched Beau playing with her boobs until those little clit circles started up in earnest. As Beau started to get into high gear, Lin let her head fall back until it was buried in cushions and let out a groan. Goddamn, after the bumper cars she REALLY needed this. Almost subconsciously, Lin started to roll her hips up against Beau's fingers, trying to urge her on.

Beau speeds up her fingers, but at the same time moves down Lin's body. Again, she's careful of the bruise, ignoring it, but keeps her hand at Lin's breast, playing with that nipple as she lets her tongue trail down Lin's belly. She's looking for that ticklish spot again, but only just briefly.

Her mouth replaces her fingers at Lin's clit, and her fingers move down to slide inside of her, fucking her as Beau tongues at the sensitive spot between her legs.

If Beau's fingers brushed the bruise, Lin didn't seem in pain from it. It was a bit sore, a bit sensitive, but not a huge weak point.

"Hahhhh, oh shit..."

No, she was MUCH more interested in what Beau's tongue was doing. Lin brought her head back up so she could peek down at her, biting her lip so she didn't cry out. Her chest was heaving as she panted. God, that looked hot. God, she was gorgeous.

Beau would not mind her crying out. For all that they've attempted privacy here, the thought of making the other shout like that is kind of hot. But Beau focuses on what she's doing, on tasting the other woman and fucking her with her fingers, hard and fast now, her tongue against her clit and licking at a quick rhythm.

Eventually, she couldn't hold it back. Lin started crying out, a series of "Ohhh!"s that started out soft, but with increased in frequency and volume as she got closer and closer to coming.

Their little spiral of privacy was very cute, but anyone walking by wouldn't have any doubt what was going on in there by this point. Lin didn't hold anything back as she came. Her voice was loud, her mind was blank, her pussy was wet, and he hips were bucking as pleasure wracked her body.

00. Arrival

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

III. MISTLETOE

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject