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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.

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[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.]

Eh, I can say things without meaning them, that's easy. [in response to his "obedience."]

["Pretty" wouldn't even be on his top ten adjectives for himself. Still, he knows he's probably getting extra points for the novelty of it all. It was one of those situations he didn't have to be good, he had to be available.]

[And it seems like available meant the whole way. From his earlier redirect attempt he was pretty sure he couldn't just wear him out with oral or something of the sort. That would throw a wrench in the plan of setting up these bargains a few more times, huh. Hopefully it was worth it.]

But I mean it [probably] when I say I'm hungry for all of it~.

[and he brushes his fingertips over that bulge. respectfully. really.]

If you're so certain.

[He's been patient with Ruggie, and in all fairness, Ruggie has been patient with him. Admirably so, given that perky nature. He unwinds his belt and unzips, revealing that bulge and just what he meant: he's tall, he's broad, and he's large in every way that counted. Especially below the waist.

Almost flirtatiously, he rubs himself against one of those thighs, granting Ruggie a taste. Just not all of it, which he seemed to want.]

Perhaps you should set up camp, right in here. You're going to be a bit sore for a time.

[And that's no idle braggadocio. Just a matter of, ahem, physics.]

[The bulge didn't show him any disservice. He was just that big. At least it wasn't some cliche like he talked big because he wasn't. Although that would be kinder on his hips, for sure.]

Ah, well, it's not like there's a bunch of stuff I have to keep track of. [you know, what with the jamjar inventory. He didn't have anything as big as a gundam to have come with him.]

I don't see a problem with hanging around.

[It's a half-truth, half-lie. After all, he would rather stay mobile but, in the end, he could make this work. As he drags his fingertips along the considerable length of McGillis' shaft.]

Maybe you can find me something nice to decorate it with~ [spoken like a true sugar baby]

Already planning ahead?

[He can see that scheming from miles off, boy. Mainly being a schemer himself, those kinds of moves are obvious, but he can respect someone who goes after what they want. Hesitation was for the weak. The weak-willed, anyway. Ruggie doesn't look like he'll win any contest of strength, but cunning mattered a lot more. As they both know.

McGillis hums pleasantly, being touched. Preening, almost, ever the big cat in repose.]

I might visit. If you say pretty please.

[He's bitten, again. This time on the shoulder, this time enough to leave a mark.]

[It's hardly a scheme if he just openly asks for it, is it? An unspoken but open exchange of that preening and praising for material goods. If McGillis wanted to treat him like a beast, an oddity, something to look upon with satisfaction, then he better take care of it.]

Hss- [A little sound from the bite- it shouldn't have been unexpected but, well, he was learning.]

[After that brief moment to adjust, he's responding. The touch on McGillis shaft turns into more of a lazy stroke. Not that he needed much help to stand to attention.]

Geez, [he leans up slightly, nipping at the other's neck and then licking over the small, redden spots]

Pretty please~? Bring me something nice, so I can thank you properly then.

[Finally, Ruggie gains some ground, in the sense that McGillis shudders at those nips to his neck. It's a weak spot, a cursed vulnerability for sure, but he can't help it. Especially when he's bedding someone with such infectious energy. He's cute, he called it right from the start, and that sassy streak only endears him all the more. And especially that pretty please.]

Of course.

[Well, that didn't take much convincing at all. It might be fun to have a pet, he thinks. And certainly a pet as charming as this one. Shameless to the end, he rocks into Ruggie's grip, more than hard enough but greedy for whatever contact he can wrest from those dainty fingers.]

I told you before, and it remains true. I have no desire to hurt you. So what position would be easiest...?

[He asks that, but shoving him onto all fours and having his way seems most appropriate.]

[So the neck was a weak point, huh? There's a moment where a glint of success comes over that cute, mischievous face. He found a weak point and he was being promised some form of gift. If he could get it from others, then he didn't have to spend his own resources on it.]

[As for what position would be easiest- that's where his knowledge fades. He doesn't let it show on his face but he does hesitate, cupping his hand over the head of McGillis' cock, hoping the stimulation will buy him a second.]

Let me hold onto you~ [he decides, playing up that neediness again. It would likely be rough either way. At least if he could cling on, bite down on that neck, drag his nails down the other's back... that would be just as satisfying.]

I bet you could keep me up against the wall, even, just like that! [liberal application of praise]

Such a greedy request.

[All of the attention, all for himself. But it's doable, and he's strong enough to support that weight—not much of it, anyway, and he's taken heavier in the past. He's a not so secret sucker for praise, although he remains as composed as ever, fielding a follow-up request. Because he's also greedy, and he also likes seeing his prey beg.]

But I think you can ask a bit better than that. It's good practice, anyway, wagging your tail for me.

[McGillis cups the side of his face, fondly pets a furry ear.]

Let's see your sharpest smile. And let's hear your earnest pretty please.

[Greedy, greedy, greedy, just two people seeing what they could take from one another. He can't tell exactly if his praise is hitting the mark. It certainly wasn't hurting, at least. There was no comment about him throwing away him pride- he wasn't going to criticize it when it benefited him, huh?]

Issat so? [he's smiling but his tail isn't wagging]

[But a practiced liar doesn't hesitate. He leans into the touch, nuzzling against the hand that may feed him.]

Hold me? [his lips part, letting a glimpse of those pointed canines come through] Please?

[he turns his head and, in a gesture to try and seal the deal, kisses McGillis' palm]

Pretty please?

[That seals it, alright. Of course, a liar knows a liar, but in this case he doesn't mind. Ruggie's just looking out for himself, just trying to survive, and he can't fault him for that. Especially if it's a mutually beneficial arrangement. So McGillis dips his head, ever so graciously, like an animal recognizing its fellow. Not submissive, but friendly, instead.]

When you ask like that, it's difficult to refuse.

[And he's lifted, without trouble, which begs the question of why it took so long. He's pressed against the wall, roughly but not unkindly, so Ruggie can adjust himself.]

Someone should start feeding you better... you're light as a feather.

[Except they both know who that "someone" will wind up being.]

[The cold wall isn't the worst when it came to this sort of thing. There wasn't a comfortable spot anywhere in sight, so really, he was only making it easier on himself by demanding to be lifted. He's able to hook his ankles fairly well behind the other's back.]

[And he is alarmingly light.]

For now, at least it means I won't tire you out as quick~

[Since, after all, now was hardly the time for any sort of sob story. He ate well enough at school and no one would be eating well immediately in this strange place. If he could secure a meal, he would. He links his hands behind McGillis' neck, knowing that at a certain point it would be his job just to hold on.]

I wouldn't say no to a meal, though... [he leans forward, to rest in the crook of the other's neck]

I promise I'd savor every last bite. [the innuendo is clear, but it's been clear pretty much their whole conversation]

[McGillis finds some faint amusement in that.]

You won't tire me out, no matter your efforts.

[Was it a challenge? Maybe, but McGillis sounds awfully confident, either way. He pushes in, with his weight, so there's nowhere else to go. Nowhere to run, although even a dirty scavenger knows when to stick around. His cock can be keenly felt, slotted between his legs, as McGillis considers his next steps aloud.]

Have you taken a man before, Ruggie? Should I be gentle?

[He smirks as he says it, as if that particular concern has already been addressed. And maybe it has.]

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