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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.

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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.

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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.

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III. MISTLETOE

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N A V I G A T I O N

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[Bull glances around and finds a low bench to sit on so he can start undressing. The brace on his left leg comes off first. While Mollymauk's disrobing has a flare of drama, Bull is utilitarian in his efforts. Once the brace is off, he tucks it under the bench and kicks his boots off to go with it. He considers a moment, then removes his eye patch, revealing the extensive scarring beneath. Feels weird to have condensation trapped under the patch so it's just easier to have it off. He finally stands again to shed what little clothing he has left.

Where Molly bares brilliant tattoos, Bull bares scars. Some have faded with ages, others have not. And some, all told, are relatively fresh. He takes a moment to appreciate the view as Mollymauk finishes undressing.]

[ Molly sheds his boots and leggings as well, tail swaying tantalizingly as he bends over to unlace them. When he turns around he's fully nude with no shame in the world, instead cocking a hip to the side and smiling at the warrior, definitely giving Bull a long and appreciative look.

That was a lot of scars and the missing eye looked gnarly, but to Molly, that's just what happens when you live a dangerous life. Hell, his own chest, arms and neck are covered in silvery scars, slim and mostly horizontal over his lavender skin - sometimes even cutting through the extensive tattoos. ]

I see it's not just the horns that makes you 'Bull'.

[He can't decide if the show is entirely for him or if it's just part of who Molly is, but he enjoys it either way. Bull huffs a quiet laugh.]

So I'm told.

[There's no shame on his end, either. His body has gotten him this far in life, and it bears the evidence of more than two decades of battle. Mollymauk's scars have him a little curious: they're thin and seem almost uniform in some places. He wouldn't mind getting a closer look, and he suspects that might be on the table, unless Molly is just talking a big game.

The tattoos suggest the tiefling isn't the sort of man to make half-ass efforts, though.

Bull moves to the edge of the pool so he can ease himself in. As soon as the hot water envelopes his leg, he sighs with relief. The brace helps, but it can't solve everything. Once he's in, Bull offers Molly his hand.]

[ A little bit of both, honestly. He's a natural showman, every movement a whole production to show off. At the same time he's here for Bull's laugh, preening a bit as he hears it.

Laughter in possibly sexy circumstances is his favorite thing.

It's nice to be with someone that is as shameless as he is, and Molly's quick to take the offered hand to be helped into the water. There's a happy sigh as he's is surrounded by the warmth, and he slinks right next to Bull with barely an inch between them. ]

Oh, that's lovely.

[ It's hard to say if he means the water or Bull's thick thigh next to his. ]

[Bull drapes an arm along the edge of the pool as Molly settles in close.]

Figure I should ask... you angling for something, Mollymauk, or just enjoying the company?

[He doubts he's reading the hints wrong, not that they've been subtle. But even if Molly had plastered himself to his chest, Bull would still ask. He doesn't like gray areas if he can avoid them.]

[ Molly can definitely appreciate where Bull's coming from, especially in this weird place. So to make it absolutely sure what he's 'angling for', he leans over to put a hand on Bull's thigh and then lift his leg and himself over it so that he's straddling the big man. ]

Oh, I'm definitely here for more the company~

[ He purrs, hands sliding up over that big chest. ]

You up for some fun?

[ He's been horny on main since they started talking, and who could blame him? ]

[Bull relaxes back as Molly slides into his lap. One hand slides over the tiefling's back to offer him some support as he settles in place.]

I'm definitely up for some fun.

[His other hand catches Molly's chin and tips his head so Bull can kiss over his pulse. After so much looking, he's pleased for the chance to touch.]

Tell me what you like... or if there's anything I should avoid.

[As eager as he might be, this isn't a conversation he ever skips. Especially that latter request.]

[ Molly leans his head back when guided to do so, and that helps their horns not knock into each other as those lips seek to kiss at his pulse, unafraid and unguarded as his red eyes glow slightly with excitement. ]

Mmm, I like new experiences. I like trying things I never have before. I enjoy being had, I enjoy having, and I want to feel you on me for the rest of the day, marks and bruises and kisses.

[ He looks at Bull again, tail curling around the good ankle. ]

I don't want to be choked. You can pull and stroke my tail, but not yank it. If we dive deeper into things, my safeword is 'scimitar'.

[ One of the first things he learned from Gustav when he started jumping beds, somewhere right after 'don't get anyone in trouble'. ]

Mine is katoh.

[Bull is pretty sure that scimitar is weird enough that it will snap him out of the moment, and he's pleased that Molly has a watchword. Most people are perplexed when the Bull whips out that one, but he won't go forward without it.]

Don't really like being surprised by magic, so if you know any... try to keep it under wraps.

[Dorian is the first and last mage Bull has ever been with, and at least he knew what he was getting into with the Vint. And he generally trusts Dorian's control.]

Outside of that, I'm pretty flexible as long as you aren't actively trying to kill me. [Bull considers, then adds,] Watch the left leg.

[He doesn't anticipate problems, but it's worth mentioning. That established, he pulls Molly into a kiss. Then abruptly lifts his head, realizing he can ask something he hasn't had to worry about in... a very long time.]

Horns okay to hold or should I avoid it?

Katoh.

[ Molly repeats, just to know how it sounds again. It's definitely something in another language, so it works really well. Safewords are important, he got that drilled into him (right after 'don't get anyone pregnant'), even if he doesn't do things that require them too often.

Right now, he's looking for some fun and happy to go wherever as he leans in to slip a forked tongue over a nipple. ]

Left leg, got it. I'll try to not kill you.

[ There's only humor in Molly's words, and he makes a purring, happy sound when the big guy mentions his horns. ]

Please. I love that. They're excellent handholds and good to direct with. [ Wink! ] Yours?

You can do what you want to 'em, they're pretty sturdy.

[They haven't broken yet, which is impressive given what he's been through, so he doubts Mollmauk will be able to do much to hurt them. And Bull doesn't mind being yanked around by them if someone wants to try. Not a bad way to direct his head, really.

With a wicked grin, Bull catches Molly by one of his horns to pull him into another kiss, grip firm but the pressure gentle. This is a man that is used to being with people smaller than he is, and he learned long ago how to hold back and how to calibrate. His other hand slides very deliberately down along Molly's back so he can test that information about his tail.]

Good.

[ Molly says with a hungry look, and then meets that wonderful kiss. He likes the mix of careful and firm, and is quick to slip his tongue between those lips to play. His forked tips tickle and his hands immediately wanders over that chest, catching nipples between quick fingers and raking them down further to feel the strength in that core.

When he senses Bull's hand going for his tail, Molly lifts it for an easier grasp. The first half of it has bumps going down the top, created by pointed vertebrae. The rest is a sinuous and soft tail, whip-thin at the end and then flaring into the soft spade. He sways it tantalizingly, grinning against Bull's lips.

Definitely a showman. ]

[The forked tongue is taking some getting used to, but not in a bad way. It's new. He laughs, low and quiet, when he feels Molly start to grin against his lips.

The tail sway is cute.

Bull coaxes Molly to tip his head so that he has access to his neck. Tasting kisses trail lower until he finds a good place to bite. He's careful yet, gauging Mollymauk's response before offering anything harder. He's spent most of his life learning how to hold back: it's second nature now. A hand slides down between them to wrap around Molly's cock. He strokes slowly to coax any arousal that's started. Bull's used to humans and elves, and a few very ambitious dwarves, and their anatomy is all fairly similar in the end. The shape of Molly's cock isn't all that different, but some of the features are.]

[ Molly quickly tips back his head to access his neck, some of it guarded by his curved horn, but the rest quite accessible for bites and bruises. The teeth there makes him quiver, the purple tiefling breathing out a pleased sigh. He definitely likes that. ]

Oh, yes...

[ He says, smiling as that big hand grabs his cock and strokes it. It's always so nice to feel the hands of different people, loving anything from smooth and gentle to rough, calloused ones. It's excellent at getting him hard under Bull's touch, that darker-violet head shaped slightly like a blunt spade to mirror his tail, and slight ridges at the very base. Otherwise it's average, a nice handful for a big qunari with clever fingers.

His own lithe but sword-worn hands are wandering all over that big chest, one trailing down further to mirror the sweet touch he's given. He explores, stroking from root to head with an impressed 'oh'. ]

[Bull exhales heavily at Molly's first stroke along his cock.]

This goes only as far as you want, [he reminds the tiefling, voice warm against his skin. He didn't exactly look around while he was undressing: if there isn't any oil or something nearby, they aren't going to get far. But Bull is fine with that. And Mollymauk wouldn't be the first person to change their mind.

But until Molly says the word, Bull continues his indulgent exploring. He finds another place to bite, this time on Mollymauk's shoulder. He tries a bit harder, kind of curious to see what a bruise looks like on Molly's skin. Besides, there's pleasure in seeing marks left behind, especially knowing a partner wants them. Bull's other hand slides over the base of his tail again, then beneath it to brush along Molly's ass. He got a good look while the tiefling undressed, but it's another thing to be able to touch him.]

Mmm, I know.

[ Molly hums in reply, purring at the feeling of lips and warm breath at his skin. It's quite nice to have a whole wall of a man exploring him like this, and the attention is a damn turn-on on its own. That harder bite brings forth another filthy moan from his mouth, loving the marks Bull will leave on him and deep in pleasure-pain of it all. The bruise afterwards is a deep purple on the lavender skin, hot from the infernal blood underneath. ]

Yes, that's perfect...

[ He grins as Bull slides one of those big hands over his tail, stopping the moan that spills from his lips against the qunari's chest when his ass is reached. Molly follows the dip and curve of muscle with tongue and teeth, wanting to make marks of his own while exploring that huge cock in his hands. Maybe he could fit some of it in his mouth.

(Fitting it somewhere else wasn't going to work in a bathhouse.) ]

[The sounds Molly makes are absolutely having an effect. Bull growls quietly in answer. Mollymauk will have to make a more concerted effort to leave marks: Bull's skin is thick, and the parts that have been painted with vitaar are more resilient still. Still, the sharper nip of Molly's teeth earn an approving sound.]

Gonna have to bite harder than that if you wanna leave a mark.

[Yes, that's encouragement.

The fact that Molly's straddling means the tiefling's legs are already nicely spread. Bull runs his fingers along the underside of Molly's tail, following it back to his body before brushing them between Molly's cheeks. He's more deliberate with his touch, wanting to learn the things that make Mollymauk squirm and sigh.]

Oh, you're in for it now...

[ Molly mumbles happily, because he definitely took that as a challenge. He immediately doubles his effort to make marks. Teeth, tongue, kisses - fangs driving in hard enough that it should make a normal person bleed. Bull definitely has some tough skin, and it makes Molly excited to be able to use his couple of longer, non-filed claws to try to make marks that way as well.

That hand stroking the sensitive underside of his tail sends a shiver through the tiefling and he sucks in a breath and whispers 'yes' against Bull's neck. When it dips lower, he definitely squirms, mouth parted and sweet little sounds escaping him.

He doesn't let go of that dick, though, and playing with it only adds to the feelings of deep, burning pleasure in his gut, loving every touch. ]

[The sharp dig of teeth earns a quiet groan and he ends up dragging Molly closer, until he can feel the tiefling's cock brush up against his stomach.]

Watch the painted parts, [he warns, because the last thing Molly needs is to manage chipping a tooth on vitaar. But he welcomes that grounding pain: it's rare enough he gets it outside of actual skirmishes or pissing off Cassandra just right. And the scrape of claws is--something he hasn't really felt in a long, long time.

He gets a hand in Molly's hair while the other stays beneath his tail, calloused fingertips rubbing gently over his hole.]

Mmm, if I can't fuck you, do you know how tempting it is to lay you out and devour you? [Bull's voice is low as his hand slides from Molly's hair and over his neck. His thumb strokes across the tiefling's pulse.] Hear just how you sound with your voice echoing off the walls.

[ Molly gives a soft, heated sigh at the drag pulling him even closer, and it just means he has even better reach. He heeds Bull's words, though, kissing between the paint and then finding a nipple to slide that forked tongue over. Just enjoying the exploration while grinding just a bit against the qunari's stomach and own cock, now that he could.

The touch to his hole draws another moan from Molly and he answers it with another bite, this time around the nub already played with. Not as hard, thankfully, but definitely playful. His red eyes peer up at Bull when the large man speaks - and it's a wonderful thought he has. ]

Oh, I would not say no to that. I'll have you know I'm an excellent delicacy with strong lungs and no care of who hears me.

[ He cants his hips a bit to drag his cock over the line of the more intimidating one with a draw-out, pleased sigh. ]

Definite raincheck on the fucking, though. Gods, you feel so good...

[He likes the way it feels to have Molly pressed up against him, eagerly seeking friction between their bodies while sharp teeth and a wicked tongue send pleasant shocks down through his core.

Bull laughs low in his chest at the enthusiastic approval. It will be a shame to give up those teeth, but that look in Molly's eyes is worth pursuing.]

I'll gladly fuck you when we have oil, pillows, and plenty of time.

[His hand slides to wrap around his cock and Molly's, holding them together loosely the next time Molly moves his hips, if only to hear that sigh again.

Then, without much warning, Bull's hands slide to Mollymauk's waist so that he can lift the tiefling out of the water. It doesn't take much effort and a moment later he sets Molly down on the edge of the pool. The new position allows Bull to kneel on the shelf he'd been sitting on and brings him that much closer to Molly's cock. Bull slides a hand down it's length and takes a moment to appreciate Molly's stomach, hips, and thighs with tasting kisses and sharper bites.]

[ He really likes how open Bull is with his pleasure and his plans, fully letting Molly explore that body and finding places to lick, suck or bite. Even better is the way the qunari plays with Molly, stroking them together in such a hot way that it definitely rewards another heated sigh of enjoyment.

Suddenly things change and he's hoisted up out of the water and seated on the ledge. Laughing with surprise and enjoyment, he now has Bull on an even more exciting level. The first touch makes him moan softly, and the additional exploration of his body has him panting slightly, eyes half-lidded and hungry. ]

Fuck, you are excellent...

[Bull grins against Molly's warm skin and slides his hands along his thighs.]

And I've only barely gotten started.

[He pushes one of Molly's thighs up so that he's free to trail kisses up the inside of it. Bull waits until he hears Molly's breath catch again and picks that spot to leave a bruise. He sucks and bites, stopping only to make sure he's made it dark enough to see. He shouldn't like leaving marks as much as he does, but it pleases him to think that Molly will feel that bruise later and remember where it came from. Hopefully fondly.

A calloused hand slides over Mollymauk's cock, fingers curling around it as he strokes back down. Bull runs his tongue along the length, eager to learn the taste of him.]

[ Oh, those words make the tiefling even more excited, delighted to get to know just what Bull has planned.

He sighs sweetly as his thigh is kissed, and it turns into an even sweeter whine when the big guy turns it into another wonderful bruise. He's definitely going to be pushing on these later, feeling the ache and remembering just how good the man can make him feel.

The hand on his cock sends another shiver through his purple body, and the tongue sweeping over him draws a hissed 'yes' under those sharp fangs. He has no hair to grab and pull this time, but those horns are just as good to slide his fingers over.

Molly's taste is unique, almost a little spicy and less bitter. His skin is feverishly hot everywhere, but even more so here at his cock. ]

Oh, yes... perfect.

Not gonna scald me when you come, are you? [he asks, mostly teasing but Molly is awfully warm now that he's all worked up. Bull reaches down to make sure that he isn't pinning Molly's tail to the wall as he leans against it, letting it take his weight so he doesn't have to use his arms for support.

Regardless of the answer, Bull guides Molly's cock into his mouth, content to learn the shape of him that way. One hand holds the tiefling's thigh and the other slides up along his side, not wanting to neglect the rest of him while his mouth is busy. Bull bobs his head slowly, appreciating the slide of Molly's cock over his tongue. The taste is unique. Something worth chasing.]

TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

00. Arrival

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

III. MISTLETOE

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