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TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU

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. STARGAZER

On the first night that new arrivals wash ashore, the moon rises. It's full and beautiful and surrounded by stars.

The robots quickly bring old, dusty telescopes out of storage and line them up on the beach to help people get a truly spectacular view.

"Look to the heavens! Behold, the chicken, the cat, the owl, the donkey!"

It's... the cock, the pussy, the hooters, and the ass. For the rest of the night, characters will become fixated on the specific asset associated with the constellation they've gotten an eyeful of.

Whether this leads to some body worship or just casual appreciation is up to you.

You can learn about the stars and constellations later this month in some of the rare, non-pornographic books in the library. (More info will go up soon, so please be patient!)

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II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION

An ancient courting ritual has been announced! It involves the give-and-take of candy hearts with slogans printed on them. Of course, since these hearts are being manufactured by robots, their sense of taste is a little... off? Or perhaps off-putting?

"You'll do."
"5/10."
"Acceptable."
"Sloppy Seconds."

Receiving a negative heart makes one feel insecure, jealous, and submissive.

"Be mine."
"Nicest ass."
"Swell bulge."
"They're good lays, Bront."

Receiving a positive heart will make one feel confident, boastful, and dominant.

Your friendly neighborhood 'bots will give them out to anyone who asks - and maybe even those who don't.
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III. Eat Or Dare

The robots have set up a stall by the beach with a banner that reads: Eat Or Dare. They have procured bigger candy hearts than ever before -- fist-sized and larger -- with actions written on them instead of derogatory slogans.

"Take a dive."
"Lick me."
"Get handsy."

The name of the game is to follow the instructions or forfeit the challenge by making the evidence disappear into your mouth. Delicious!

Those who eat the candy hearts will feel themselves getting giddy and unreasonably invested in the love affairs of others. They will feel compelled to play matchmaker to spread the cheer.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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Her response also cued his interest for a moment. Perhaps, she was an actual angel of sex that came from this world, and was using him for her ends? Bah, that was far too self indulgent. And she moved past it quickly enough that he didn't have time to ruminate.

"You're welcome," Jean replied as he remembered his manners. Then, he snuck the fingertips of the hand on her hip underneath her camisole, and ran them up. Maybe they would be better served getting on the bed soon? He started to try and goad her back again.

That would sincerely be the first time anyone had thought of her as an angel of sex, that's for sure. Even the shameless womanizer she hung out with wouldn't go there... and it wasn't worth explaining when they were already partway undressed.

Her breath was a little shaky as he slid fingers up under her camisole, ready to let him pull it off if he wanted too. Jean was nudging her towards the bed again, though, and as her legs bumped against it she took a seat, while reaching for the waist of Jean's pants to tug him with her.

First, just touching her breasts would be enough. One fit very easily into the palm of his hand. Ah, the wonderful, soft warmth of a good boob. Jean wondered how women weren't constantly fondling themselves, it must be so tempting.

(The secret was that they do, just when you're not looking.)

He made a strangled little sound as she pulled him forward, and just barely kept himself from toppling onto her by pulling a sort of bed-style kabedon and jamming a knee between hers to halt his fall. He didn't want to crush her! But she does manage to pull his pants down enough that something might be visible. Some happy trails, or maybe even a little bit of half-hard cock. He was aroused, but not full-mast yet.

He had more than enough hand for Colette. If more than a handful is a waste, what's less than a handful? But he was interested in her all the same. Somehow. It was fine, and she was even playing a little naughty with Jean, pulling him down after her, starting to get his pants off.

Looking back down, nearly pulling far enough to see... that. A penis. Up close, relative to how she usually didn't see them at all. "F-feeling... ready, right?"

This is why he asked her earlier-- For a lady, who had very, very little in the way of genitalia on the outside of their bodies, a cock was probably a horrifyingly alien appendage the first time they saw it. He wanted to know if he was going to have to deal with total shock and awe or not.

"Yeah," he replied, and tried not to laugh. He was only somewhat successful. There was something kinda cute and also a little flattering, about that reaction. "Guys generally don't need a lot of... warming up? I know how to get a lady ready though, don't worry about that."

Colette knew they existed! ...and frankly she'd seen, um, aroused animals. Compared to catching a glance at a frisky horse how bad could Jean be?

So she tried to tug his pants down a little more, but looked him in the eye. "I, um, have gathered as much. From overhearing... talk." Even when she wasn't around Zelos, she was constantly meeting and helping new people, and people came in all sorts of personalities. "Maybe it's good to have someone with experience for this..." Just another little bright side to look on.

Despite his barracks nickname of horse-face, Jean was not packing a horse-sized schlong. It was only maybe slightly above average for someone of his height.

"I guess guys are always talking about that kind of stuff no matter where they're from," Jean wasn't particularly surprised about it. He let her pull down the rim of his pants as much as she wanted to, but once they got around his thighs, he'd need to take them off in full. "I'm not sure how good a teacher I can be, but I'll give it my best shot."

The facial hair helps a lot with the horse face, and it's a good thing his dick isn't too huge. Colette looks down, inhaling sharply. Even now, it seems like it's... big. How big are they supposed to be? He's probably normal, and she just doesn't really know what she's doing but thinking of that inside of her. Inside of her...

When Jean has to finish taking his pants off, Colette reaches down to pull off her own camisole. "I think you'll do great. You seem like a really nice person..." And being considerate counts for a lot, she's sure.

It certainly didn't help that she was a petite little lady, and Jean was so tall. He'd have to be gentle if, they, y'know.

You seem like a really nice person? Jean did not, in fact, think that he was all that nice of a person. A really nice person, in his opinion, wouldn't have approached her at all. He had motives that weren't entirely for her benefit. He was just trying to make the most out of a crappy situation, which was a position he found himself in almost daily back home.

But if she thought of him that way, well, he'd have to try and live up to those expectations.

"...Thanks," he responded belatedly, mostly because he didn't want to scare her. "I... Try, I guess."

It was encouraging that she shed herself of her camisole of her own volition. Her breasts while small, were perky and slightly pink. He'd leave the leggings to her, too.

"You can, uh... Explore, if you want," since he was already completely naked. "I don't mind."

Clearly, he should be acting like more of an asshole to convince her, then. After all, weren't they both just trying to get by here? Colette was helping Jean, and, of course, easing herself into what she had to do without putting it off for long. Even if Jean had an entire foot of height on her, and she was a little intimidated. Sex was supposed to be fun so it couldn't be that worrying right?

"You could've been a lot ruder or cruder." She was making good progress, though, which probably helped him too. After all she'd taken her own top off, leaving her tiny, perky breasts exposed, her blush deepening further, easy to see on her. Jean was the first person she'd ever undressed for like this...

Once again, she reached up to pass her fingers lightly down his abs, a quick glance down to follow where her hand was headed. She could just reach down and touch it. That was the whole point. "Like... down there?"

"Yeah. It's fine."

Hey, he was a bit red himself. It was okay to be embarrassed. Even he mostly stuck to being intimate with people he already knew-- Propositioning a practical stranger was out of the ordinary for him too. Especially one that he blurted out a confession of attraction to, even if he though it was because he thought he was either having a dream or going insane.

"Just..." he didn't think that she would be anything but, but he had to warn her. "Be gentle? Like, not that gentle, but you know."

That was the sensible way to do it wasn't it? Colette could've done it, too. She's absolutely certain that she could've convinced Zelos that she was ready. She was in Erku instead.

"So don't twist my hand back and forth really fast," she teased. Of course, she had to try to break the tension a little bit, somehow, and maybe that would do the trick - for her own tension as well.

Her hand drifted down, the tips of her fingers lightly touching the tip of Jean's cock.

"Definitely not," He stated in a way that someone who had actually been through such a thing could. Maybe not that exactly, but. You can't trust a barracks full of teenage boys not to haze each other. 13 years olds are the most vicious creatures on the planet.

It did nothing to effect his arousal though. Jean tried to look away, maybe give her some space, but the proof of what was going on was right there. His erection reacted to being touched as always, and he could only hope it didn't freak her out.

Colette giggled at the response. So he HAD been through a few painful mistakes huh? She'd have to make sure to do this right, then, to leave him with another good memory. So what if this was a strange way to leave a positive impression around here?

He twitched and swelled as she touched him though. It was getting bigger, harder, hotter - and she slowly, curiously wrapped her fingers around his length, glancing down again. "It's... uh, it's warm... and throbbing..."

All that talk of 'engorged with blood' wasn't very sexy but it was very literal.

Oh dear God. Sure, he invited her to touch, but he wasn't expecting narration. My idea of revenge would be for him to use the word moist with her later, but his sense of payback wasn't the same as mine.

It felt good though. Even just a warm hand that wasn't his was mildly pleasurable.

"It's all normal. I'm not an exception for anything," Might as well be educational if she's forced to have sex again in the future. "It's not hard for most guys to get it up."

Heh, he said 'hard.'

It was surprising! Hell, she probably wouldn't even think twice about him calling her moist, even if it's a terrible sounding word. So, was she supposed to stroke him then? Her hand worked back and forth, slowly, while she looked back and forth between that and his expression.

"...that's... very good to know." At least that part would be easy. "Mm. S-so now..."

Colette's other hand reached down for her leggings, her thumb sliding under the waist. "Give me a hand?"

That wasn't bad. A little... Dry, but she had the right idea. They could fix that in a second, though.

"Yeah," of course. He hooked his thumbs into her waistband, and that of her underwear. Might as well get both done with at the same time, right?

Could she keep stroking him while they got her undressed the rest of the way? She was trying, and when he went for her panties at the same time she cooperated. Sliding both down past her hips, her legs, she lifted a little to let him pull them the rest of the way off. Which... would leave her bare, exposed.

A deep breath to calm herself down.

Obviously, Colette was au naturale.

That's okay, Jean's world is like... 1940's ish? Ladies didn't shave yet. He's used to this. Besides, her pubic hair was pretty light in color, not very noticeable at all.

He immediately wants to go for the pussy, but... Right. Slow and steady. He had to wait for something like verbal consent first.

"Can I...?"

So he was going to ask for it.

That was a good idea, making sure to use his words. Colette licked her lips, looking up at Jean as he leaned over her. She was already touching him, stroking him... so she was sure she was ready, if she could get that far.

Her first time, with someone she'd just met. But they'd taken good care of each other, and she'd need to get used to it. They had to... but she also wanted to try, even if this was pushing her time table up a bit.

Colette nodded, then spoke. "Yeah. Slow... please."

"Watch your legs," he was sure to warn before he went anywhere, as he was straddling her, and if any knees jerked up in reaction, he'd get a cold clock straight in the balls. And he didn't think he could recover from that.

He used both hands to coax her legs apart, since her knees were most likely firmly locked at this point, and he wanted to ease her into the idea. Once her thighs stopped fighting against him, he let his fingers slip in between her lips. She was already a little bit wet, but nothing extraordinary.

Before trying to push his way in any further, he turned his grip a bit so his thumb was pressed up against her clit. He knew it was a hair-trigger area, so he was very, very gentle. But he'd found, after some experience, that this was where women liked it best.

That might ruin the mood. It uh, was another good idea, too, as she made sure not to kick Jean or anything as he nudged her legs apart - no resistance, a little nervousness. A lot of nervousness. He could look down, and look at her, at such a private place on her body. And of course, he'd be inside of her, too, and Colette didn't know what to expect, what it might feel like, even what sexual pleasure was.

The feeling of his fingers was a little preview, as his thumb went for her clit. And right there, it was a good thing that she'd gotten her legs clear, because they jerk suddenly as she let out a choked, surprised gasp. "Wh-whoa." That was a new one.

...it sure helped get her a little wetter, too. "S-so that's... what it's like?"

"You like it?" He asked, since women were a mixed bag to him-- Men tended to like the same sort of thing, but women had a bunch of buttons you had to try pushing before you figured out the one that works. "First time? I don't blame ladies for not knowing, it's so damn small."

Jean sure didn't know about it, and never would have if he wasn't taught. He rubbed the pad of his thumb in a circular motion, with just enough pressure to be firm.

Colette nodded quickly. It was a little harder to keep her words straight with this new sensation hitting her, making her legs shake. "That - I've never felt that," she finally got out, chest rising and falling as Jean rubbed around her clit. So that wasn't even part of the whole... penis going inside of her thing, right? Although maybe at the right angle it would work? It really seemed like... being touched there... was more convenient with his hands, more than anything, though.

"A-a little weird that you know that part of me... um... better than I do," she added with a nervous laugh.

"It's like a weird secret. Some women know about it, some don't," since Jean definitely wasn't from an age of sexual enlightenment. "So don't feel weird about it. At least you know now."

And yes Colette, penetration isn't really necessary on either side to have a good orgasm. It was a far more delicate and finicky process to get a lady to come that way.

His main aim at the moment was to get her wet. Wet enough that he could get some on his hands, to take care of that dry cock problem from earlier. But he wouldn't mind getting her to come either.

00. Arrival

I. STARGAZER

II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION

III. Eat Or Dare

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