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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

mistletoe

sensory deprivation

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N A V I G A T I O N

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They've come to a point where talking isn't really where her focus is, but that doesn't mean she's quiet. Quite the contrary, even, with the way Beau is fucking her so skillfully and eagerly now. She moans and cries, loud enough to drown out any stray noises that may escape Beau, and her hips stutter and buck eagerly, up against Beau's, down towards her hand. Her own fingers quicken their pace, a little harder and more impatient now, base of her thumb finding and grinding against Beau's clit, aiming now to bring her over the edge when her pleasure seems to have built to a point of no return.

But aren't those noises coming out of Kori intoxicating. Beau feels lost in the moment, in the heat and pleasure building inside of her, in the sounds of pleasure coming from her partner.

Her breath catches as she comes closer and closer to the edge, bearing down on Kori's head and whimpering ever so softly as she crests and comes, her entire body shuddering against Kori's.

But she has the mind at least not to stop her own hand, not to stop fucking Kori as her brain briefly goes blank.

Beau's orgasm distracts from her own pleasure, if only briefly; but she doesn't mind, instead focusing on guiding her over that edge of pleasure, holding her there, taking in the sight of her as she tenses and arches and trembles above her.

It doesn't take a lot to bring her back anyway, just as it doesn't take a lot for her to follow soon after Beau's pleasure. She can feel the heat in her rising along with that orgasm, pulses of energy that threaten to burst from her, and her last conscious effort is to throw her free hand up and above her head, away from beau as small green flames erupt from her skin, travel all the way from her shoulder to her palm, and dissipate into air as her orgasm hits, waves of pleasure washing over her, in tandem with those flames as well as the pace of Beau's fingers gliding in and out of her.

Should she be concerned that her partner is spouting green flames? Maybe in another situation, she would be. But Beau can feel the tension of her body in each movement of her fingers, can see how that rhythm works with the flames as she coaxes Kori through her orgasm. It's a little bit fascinating, more so than scary.

She waits until she feels the last shudder of Kori's body, then slides her hand from her and leans down to kiss her, gently, on the lips.

"When you're here again, you gotta tell me what the hell that was."

At least the flames don't seem to catch anywhere else in the tent, and once she calms down, they vanish entirely. She's still hot, messy, breathless, but she has enough presence of mind to hear what Beau says, and she giggles.

"When I'm here? I didn't go anywhere," she purrs, a little breathless, moving lazily and trying to get Beau to lie down beside her too. "Do you mean the flames?"

Beau huffs out a quiet laugh at the first response, assuming that Kori is being snarky, which is more than fine. She gives in to the gentle tug to get her to lay down beside Kori and does so, settling herself on her side so she can curl a leg over one of the other woman's and rest her hand on her belly.

"Yeah, I've never seen anything like that. At least, not in a situation like this," she says. "What's that all about?"

She's being quite literal actually, as her first tendency is to think Beau was being literal too. She's not in a state to think too hard on it, but she brushes it aside, thinking it must be one of the many figures of speech that she doesn't always understand.

"Well, I'm capable of absorbing energy into my body from many different sources, usually from any nearest sun," she explains, even as she curls up and sighs lazily. "And I can expel that energy in many forms. When an orgasm is intense, and it feels very good, I just... can't always keep it under control as well."

"Huh. I've never heard of that."

But there's plenty of things in the world that Beau's never heard of or seen. Caleb's a wizard, Jester and Cad use holy magic to heal, Fjord had a damn sword of seawater given to him by an ancient god. Beau herself can harness her own ki energy into cool shit. Why not absorbing energy from the sun?

She moves past that easily.

"So you're saying that wasn't just good, it was good, right?"

"Most people haven't. Even among my people, ah... no one else can manipulate their energy as I do."

She debates on explaining why she can do it, but she doesn't want to ruin this moment by talking about her enslavement and torture. Besides, Beau's question, particularly the emphasis put to the word, makes her laugh in delight.

"It was very good, yes."

"Huh."

She'll have to ask questions about that, but later. Right now it's a time for nestling close to Kori and let the evening take them.

She does grin though and drops a kiss onto Kori's lips.

"You were very good, too," she says. "I think I'm gonna be okay on this island."

As Beau will likely learn sooner rather than later, Kori has no qualms about answering whatever questions, or talking about anything. But indeed, right now is a much better time to be cuddling up and keeping each other warm.

"Thank you," she smiles softly, nuzzling against Beau's cheek before resting her head against her shoulder. "I am sure that you will."

TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

00. Arrival

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

III. MISTLETOE

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