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TDM 001

TDM 001: TFLU

( 1 ) After leaving the teleportation chamber, you are gently coaxed out of the hospital and encouraged to find a place to stay. Maybe you've had time to check out your A5 app. Maybe you're just settling in. It's cloudy, overcast, cold -- you'll want to seek out someplace warm.

Also, your device is beeping. A lot. The tech on the island works, it just doesn't work right. You can't seem to send a message to the correct person.

It's time for...

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( 2 ) What's this? Your bingo card has just been beamed to a stranger's inbox...?!
( sample A5 cards -- NSFW, may contain triggering content, please feel free to use/ignore as you see fit)

( 3 ) And now you're receiving messages from other users that they don't remember sending:

Nice shirt. It would look better on my floor.

10/10 would ride it into the sunset.

This user thinks you're attractive.

u up?

🍆

( 4 ) Once you figure out that the robots have been hacking your devices, it's no easy feat to track one down and demand they stop. "So The Augur wills!" they wail in a monotone. "So it is done!"

Any attempt to actually contact The Augur and get back into the hospital will be met with beefy robot bodyguards, who suggest taking a gentler approach to fix your devices.

If you know what they mean.

Wink.

(This is your overt kink prompt. Please label any threads accordingly.)

Note: All prompts are optional. The theme for this TDM is "malfunctioning devices." They can be fixed by indulging in the squares on your cards. For the sake of the TDM, you can use one of the pre-generated examples or a wildcard from the kink list. This can be used as a free bingo square completion once you have been accepted into the game. Players are welcome to wildcard their own TDM prompts; we only ask that you try to stick to the theme.

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[It's perfectly safe.

...until it isn't, until McGillis hoists his partner up by that hand with an absurd degree of strength. Nice and close.]

My, my. Aren't we adorable from this angle.

[A bit abrupt, but it's nothing like dangerous. Just a lion playing with its food, and wasn't that what hyenas were for? Picking at a much bigger cat until it growls and scowls, although McGillis just smiles instead. Even if it's a touch suggestive. But that's kind of the point, so he doesn't feel guilty... about this or anything else.]

Still sure about our little exchange? Having second thoughts, by chance?

[From first impression, he wouldn't have taken this guy to go for such a gesture. It's a little surprising although he's able to balance himself quickly, on instinct.]

[Yeah, long term this guy might be dangerous. Right now, though?]

Keep praising me like that and you're gonna make me blush...

[Ruggie was confident enough that once would be fine. That playful smirk doesn't leave his lips. Up close McGillis can see the little details of fur on his ears and maybe even notice the short tail behind him.]

The only thought I've got is that I'd probably be even more adorable between your legs.

[Well, all in, double or nothing.]

Suit yourself.

[Deal sealed. And he's in fact so strong, and so brazen, he's going to walk right off with his catch. No need to humiliate him out in the open, even if it's a little shadier out here; behind closed doors was fine, or as close as they'd come in this dump. What a man, though. Surely, that's a lion.]

And just what are you supposed to be, anyway? I can't quite figure that out, so perhaps you'll fill me in.

[Filth, filth everywhere... ah, but that empty apartment looks good. In you go.]

[Well, there's definitely something to be said for a guy who takes control. It made his job easier, at least, and so he'll let himself get swept away. It was also easier to say that he was "letting" it happen rather than actually trying to struggle against it and finding out if he could or couldn't.]

Hm? Never seen a beastman before? Guess there are some places like that.

[or yada yada yada other worlds, it's a bunch of things that are too much to consider right now. Once he secures food, shelter, and resources he can worry about the extradimensional details.]

[Another thing to ponder is what the hell happened to this place. It's a ghost town, a total mess, and still nicer than some places he napped as a kid.]

I'm a hyena. Y'know, like the ones who served the King of Beasts?

Doesn't that just make you a submissive pup?

[Oof. But it's said largely in jest, as opposed to anything insulting. Even if everything out of McGillis' mouth tends to feel that way, even if polite gestures feel a lot meaner than they really are. Even if he's a little rough, tossing his prize into the corner and expecting him to simply cope.]

Have a little pride. Or should I save that for your masters, who you serve so dutifully?

[This was one very, very tall lion. He's making it easy, at least, stripping off his gloves while sizing his food up.]

[There's a brief flash in his eyes. He was the mischievous animal before, wild in a tame and friendly way. For just a moment, though, there was the eyes of a vicious animal. The eyes of someone who would hunt, scavenge, and do whatever was necessary.]

Y'know, for all the big talk, for all people have forgotten it, he couldn't have done it without hyenas.

[he's not swallowing his pride, it's a point of pride. That's what lets his expression mellow back out. His pride couldn't be taken away by anyone's words. For all that talk about being accommodating, there was that power trip waiting to be taken out on anyone. Ruggie'd take it to get what he wanted, to earn a future favor, and to see if those squares had any truth to them.]

And whether I've got a master or not, you made a deal with me.

[The other nice thing about getting between a guy's legs was it minimized the amount of clothes he had to take off. He'll strip off his own fingerless gloves, shoving them in the back pocket of his jeans. The other thing he wanted to keep clean- he takes off the yellow scarf wrapped loosely around his neck.]

Scavengers certainly have their place in the world.

[Filthy animals, pressing their greedy snouts to the dirt, begging for scraps. But if he's disparaging, it doesn't show on his features, refined and restrained despite what they're about to do. He shrugs free of that lofty coat, a crisp shirt beneath, and approaches without hesitation. Looming only for a moment, admiring the pretty creature he's caught.

And then he leans down to tug at a furry ear, like he doesn't know exactly what he's doing.]

But you'll always play second fiddle to a true hunter. Doesn't that bother you, little beast?

[The feel of the fur on his ears is that soft, velvety sensation, rather the the sort of roughness to his demeanor. It stings a little, he doesn't make a big show of it.]

Eh, of course it bothers me.

[There were people in his own society that looked down on hyenas despite the fact they were a key part of the King of Beast's reign. There were plenty of people, though, from outside, who wore crisp shirts and lofty coats, and they'd say any beastman was less than human whether he was a hyena or a lion.]

But, between making a big fuss about it and letting people underestimate me, it's an easy choice.

[Is he being honest, or is he using the exact same trick here?]

[McGillis seems to pick up on that, but doesn't let it show, other than to say:]

Is that what I've done?

[Which could mean anything, though most likely he's playing along, letting Ruggie believe he's fallen under some spell as opposed to waltzing right into the lion's den of his own volition. Or hyena's den, as it were. Actually, didn't the females rule the pack with that species...?

Well, he'll examine that later. Whenever he's not attending to business.]

Don't worry, though. I have every intention of being kind to you.

[And now he comes down, all the way down, and expresses his kindness with a bite to that same ear.]

[It's not his place to answer that. He couldn't be sure exactly where either of them stood in terms of honesty, power, or threat-level. That was all happening on a macroscopic level above the simplicity of the act itself.]

["Every intention of being kind," huh? It sounded like the sort of thing a person capable of being really cruel said.]

Nn- [a soft sound at the bite on his ear.]

Eh, sorry, it's not like they're any more sensitive than a normal ear~. [he says, tone still light.]

[Carefully, his fingers brush against the surface of that expensive-looking fabric. His touch is light, easy to miss, although he's not feeling cheeky and only seeking out access to the other's skin, not his wallet.]

Oh, no... you've foiled my plans already.

[But that tells him more than enough. Actually, it isn't discouraging in the slightest, given how sensitive humans really were. His curiosity simply builds; where did such a creature come from? Did they all look like him, sound like him? All that talk about serving kings has him wondering about savanna royalty. And if he should keep an eye out for more furry ears.

The softer contact betrays that earlier bravado. He's nothing like kind, it didn't take a hyena to sniff that out, but it dulls some of those sharper edges. People could be hurt, and in many ways, but he'd never hurt anyone in this context. So his wallet was safe, but Ruggie was safe too.]

It's alright.

[He rewards initiative by undoing a few buttons, granting access. In return, he nips at the side of his neck, testing sensitivity.]

[It's sort of dawned on Ruggie how he's a bit of a novelty here. That was familiar enough. Savanclaw dorm was full of beastmen but rarely did they get sorted into any other dorm. They were always more likely to know about each other than one of the humans would know about them. Meanwhile, a human wasn't an oddity at all. Maybe when he was younger, but by now they were old news...]

[Individual humans were still fun to get a read on, though. The next hint might be revealed by those buttons. The shape someone was in, whether their skin was smooth or rough, any scars, that sort of thing said a lot with no words at all.]

What, your plan to "make me moan and scream" or somethin' cliche like that? [the neck seems to affect him slightly more than the ear, just due to the proximity of contact required.]

[For as fast as McGillis had been getting them to privacy, he seemed to be taking his time more here. Ruggie was a little surprised. Ah, well, the pace didn't really matter to him. He'd still have plenty of time for this and that later.]

[It was rare that any animal took time to savor their food. But human beings were unique that way—certainly McGillis preferred a slower approach, except when he didn't, except for all those unfortunate subordinates shoved over and under his desk. Alas, no cozy offices to exploit here.

Ruggie's remark proves a bit too on the nose, and it gets a sincere laugh out of him.]

Can't imagine what gave you that impression.

[McGillis runs his tongue along that same spot, breathing hot where he's bitten.]

But no, not like this. Unless you truly are that weak.

[There's a slight pause at the sincere laugh and maybe a tiny curve of Ruggie's own smile. Not that it can really be seen. That was the best part of having someone distracted with his neck.]

"Not like this"? Ah, I get it, I get it, it's on the agenda for later.

[There was something pretty refreshing about how McGillis has called him out immediately. If he was putting on some act of a good samaritan or trying to cater to some specific fetish then he'd have to bite his tongue on those kind of quips. It was more fun this way. He may even be able to spot a brief wag of Ruggie's tail.]

[He'll unbutton the remaining buttons with proficiency, like he's used to it, then his fingertips will brush lower. While the skin on Ruggie's neck is soft, his fingertips are rough and calloused. Each touch is gentle to compensate.]

[A pilot's hands were generally quite rough, calloused, certainly not something to admire. But McGillis was the exception, smooth-skinned to reflect that vain nature. He welcomes the contact and wriggles out of his boots like he's done a thousand times before and likely will a thousand times more. As for any further plans, well...]

You'll just have to wait and see.

[...he plays it close to the vest, same as ever, same as always.

Ruggie's had more than enough time to adjust, so that carefully cultivated pace accelerates. He bites again, not so nice, deep enough to leave a mark. And he shifts, quickly enough, to claim his mouth and force his way in. Nothing has changed, not really; it's just a matter of upping the ante, since Ruggie clearly relished a challenge and might bore easily.

Odd for a hyena, he thinks. Weren't they cowards? Maybe there's secretly a lion's heart, beating in there somewhere.]

[For a brief moment, Ruggie's glad he's stranded somewhere unknowable. That's definitely doing to leave a mark and while he could cover it, he doesn't have to. No one whose opinion he cares about will see it.]

[It was a bit of a modest thought, for someone who was playing up their own experience and fearlessness.]

[Their lips meet. Ruggie doesn't resist the invasion. Tongue brushes against tongue. He's expecting that McGillis will end up exploring and feeling his pointed canines. That was the exotic bit, after all, the rarity, so he takes care to make sure his mouth is open enough.]

[How unexpectedly sharp. Well, of course a beastman would have fangs, but it's still a bit of a surprise as his tongue traces over their tips—a pleasant one, if an important reminder that he would and could defend himself if needed. And cut into prey, if and when it presented itself. That curiosity bubbles up again, invites questions, but this isn't the time for that.

McGillis asserts his weight, pins Ruggie in place and starts to touch. Slim fingers, soothing along his throat and down the center of his chest. Over his heart, about his waist, then pausing between his legs. He barely brushes over the area, but it's clearly an act of claiming: you belong to me. He was a greedy general, prone to possessiveness. Surely Ruggie wouldn't mind.

Or maybe he will, when he grips a bit harder, breaking that kiss only to dive in for another, and another, and another. Dominant behavior for a dominant man.]

[The point of his canines is a reminder that he's letting this happen as much as anything else. Then again, a tamed dog as sharp canines as well, and even if they clamped their mouth down on an owner's limb they may not actually bite.]

[So, was there an owner and a tamed animal here?]

[Ruggie's waist is slim and there is a brief shiver through his body when McGillis' fingers brush his sides. There's the slightest tenseness afterwards, unlike some other spots he dragged his fingers, a clear attempt to reassert himself. Weak Point #1 Discovered. There's another reaction at the pause between his legs but that area tended to be a weak point for most people.]

Ah, teas- [he doesn't even get to breathe out his comment before the kissing resumes.]

[Like a hound on the trail, pursuing a scent, McGillis' fingers return to that weak point. And it's just as he said: he can be accommodating, when the mood strikes him and when someone asks nicely. Or, if not with their mouth, then with their body, which shudders in clear delight. And delights McGillins, in return.]

Ah. Looks like I found you.

["Found you" in the sense he repeats the grip, pushing a bit harder. A bit higher. He grants Ruggie space to breathe, but that might not matter; he's fondling him without mercy, reaching around to squeeze at his ass too. Shameless, ceaseless, and debauched.]

And of course, that's the idea. One might argue it's what I excel at.

[With the sides and the stomach as a weakness, it might bring to mind the image of an animal with their underbelly up. McGillis attacks that point over and over and there's a little crease to Ruggie's eyebrows as he tries not to squirm too much. The blood rushes in his cheeks, creating a pleasant flush of color.]

[At the grab of his ass, Ruggie's tail instinctively moves to the side, like trying to swat at the invading hand. There's more information to be gained, though, as closer inspection reveals a convenient zipper. It seems like there are jeans specifically constructed for beastmen with tails.]

[It doesn't suit him to just let himself get teased, though. Since his mouth is free, he'll lean up to scrape his canine against McGillis' collarbone.]

[If McGillis was going to make actions claiming him, then he's in his right to leave a few marks. He's cautious, though, in case a double-standard quickly reared its head.]

[He's losing those jeans anyway, so McGillis gives that rear end a friendly pat—and of course can't resist running fingers through that lovely tail—and backs off. Sort of, only for a moment, stroking over his lower belly as opposed to anywhere too touchy. Red really was a wonderful color, especially spread all over one's face.]

Go on, then. Let's see the rest of you.

[His breath turns just a tad heavier, feeling those teeth flirt with bone. And Ruggie receives yet more reassurance, although it's more like a taunt.]

If that's as deep as you bite, I'm going to be very disappointed, little beast.

[The glancing of teeth gave him an answer, at least. He was permitted to be a bit feistier.]

[If it came to choice, he was preferring not to expose himself, not to have that level of vulnerability, but McGillis wanted to see more of him. Quickly, his mind puts together a distraction attempt, just to see if it worked,]

Eh? How long as you gonna make me wait to taste you, Daddy?

[he whines, fingers trailing along McGillis' waistline]

I believe I gave you an order.

[So no. No, it didn't work, and he's getting pinched on the tail for that obvious gambit.]

[There's a small yip-like sound in response to the pinch. Well, he can't be blamed for trying. And he'd have really preferred his clothes on, in case he needed to make a fast exit later...]

Y'did. [And he could fight it but that was effort.]

[Instead, he'll take advantage of the brief moment of distance. Off comes the leather vest, the ornamental colored necklaces, the shirt-]

[There aren't any more beastly features hiding under his shirt. He's a little on the scrawny side. There's enough muscle in his arms but the large shirt he wore did betray how slim his waist was (although McGillis' hands had figured that out already). While some patches are skin are as blemish-free as his youth would suggest, there are a few more scars and marks than a normal teenager wore.]

I figured you were more of a "sir, yes, sir" type anyways...

[not that the daddy felt totally inappropriate! just sayin']

[What a pretty little creature.

Fortunately for Ruggie—or perhaps unfortunately, depending upon your perspective—McGillis doesn't punish him any further, distracted by that lithe form. He drags an open palm along the slim expanse of his chest, all the way down to that petite waist. He's young, but that's not a deterrent. Far from it, he looks hungry, all the more eager to devour him whole.]

Well, I won't object to that. Although you don't seem the obedient sort.

[Depending upon your perspective. He fondles a bare thigh with his fingers, although he purposely avoids anything between.]

You're a tiny thing... are you sure you can take all of me?

[All of him, made obvious by the prominent bulge in his pants. Somebody's happy to see him.]

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