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( 1 ) Around mid-morning, a message from the Augur appears on bracelets all across the city. "New organisms discovered. Domestication in progress."

The wark of a chocobo rises up from the outskirts of the city. Several more join in, forming a charming chorus. And, strangely, this is when new arrivals begin to show up.

Beamed in one at a time, scanned en masse, they are processed just as the first wave was. There's one major difference: whereas the old guard was given their bracelets and ushered into the City, the new folks are also given... collars.

Buckled, snapped, or otherwise fastened around their necks, a variety of colorful collars with some rather unusual novelty pet tags. (These are just a few suggestions. The typical “If found, please return to ____” is also very much acceptable.)

"You are new organisms. Domestication in progress. Compatible Eros energy will complete domestication."

No matter how hard they try, characters cannot take the collars off by themselves. They need a partner's help - but not just anyone will do. It very well might be the first person they find, or it might take several tries.

The robots grow bolder as the day grows on, targeting characters who aren't new, as well.

"Y̶o̶u̴ ̸a̷r̸e̷ ̵o̵r̵g̶a̴n̷i̷s̶m̸s̶.̶ ̶D̷o̶m̴e̴s̶t̶i̶c̵a̸t̶i̸o̴n̸ ̷i̵n̸ ̴p̸r̶o̵g̷r̵e̷s̵s̷."

Their antics die down by nightfall, but for the next day or two, the occasional malfunctioning 'bot may accost someone in the street, so stay on your toes!

( 2 ) An abandoned racetrack lights up the night. That's right: place your bets, folks, because these birds are about to run around a track while robots sell synthetic, overpriced aphro-popcorn.

...Did you say priced?

That’s right! If you participated in the orgy earlier this month, you'll find you have a stash of credits accessible in your app.

You've fucked money back into the world, so why not waste it?

(Opportunities to earn credits will come up periodically and won't always be sexual in nature, so don't worry if your character wouldn't have any yet.)

And if you don't have credits to bet with, why not get creative?

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[ don't dampen the excitement with the baby chocobo, prompto!

reno is trying to live his best life here, trying to make a friend for life. (it's gonna go back to gaia with him. no one stop him.) his aggravation with the whole kinky collar bullshit is mitigated almost instantly by how close the chick is to him now. he really can't help how delighted his smile has become. ]

Shit. [ he's almost afraid to move now, not wanting to scare it away. ] Do ya think I can pet it?

[ he wants to pet it. the tiny bird is just so fucking fluffy and cute. ]

I can't believe somebody fucked 'em into existence. [ he chokes back a laugh at the revelation. ] Well, whoever they are, they're a fucking hero, yo. Every place needs chocobos. Even a hellish sex island. [ he tilts his head slightly. ] So, I guess I'm gonna have to... what, fuck this thing off?

[he smiles in that faintly ironic sort of way, like it wasn't partially his fault that there are chocobos here, even if their barding is a direct result of being taken down to his knees in the middle of an orgy. yeah, right, totes normal.]

Yeah, you two seem pretty choco-patible. Give it a try, you might've found a new friend.

[we'll just

ignore the fact that McGillis' ego is probably bursting from the seams at some undisclosed location. he clears his throat.]

Yeah, that's the basic... gist of the whole thing. Sex your way to the top!

...

Or the bottom, I guess?

[as he philosophizes about the merits of power bottoming to obtain social status.]

'Choco-patible'. That's a nice way of putting it.

[ leaning forward, he tentatively attempts to pet the little bird, a boyish smile soon spreading across over his demeanor the moment he succeeds. he grows quiet for a moment while he strokes its feathers, wondering if it'll be too premature to pick it up. ]

Sounds straightforward enough. [ he finally breaks the silence, glancing over at the blond. ] So, are you fucking your way to the top or the bottom?

[oh no... the fuckboy is kind of cute.

Prompto doesn't know what to think about the situation. people who are kind to chocobos by natural instinct are the type of people that he likes being around, for better or for worse. he's charmed, then, watching Reno as he interacts with the little chick. still, he might want to button up his shirt. nipple slips are about as strong as limit breaks around here.]

Me? Oh... neither, I've taken a vow of celibacy.

[Prompto Argentum is a goddamn lie.]

[ he has a soft spot for animals, especially baby ones. if he wasn't so busy with work, he would've loved to have a pet of his own.

and pls don't get started on him with the dress shirt. if tseng can't even get him to button it up, then no one else stands a chance. maybe he will once the weather gets colder, but honestly, he likes his clothes loose fitting. he'll cover up more once he can swap his work uniform for something more casual.

his hand freezes mid-pet at the word celibacy, staring at the blond in disbelief. ]

You don't look the type, no offense. [ he gestures at his appearance. ] So, why the vow?

[DOES HE NOT LOOK CHASTE AND VIRGINAL? how dare you Reno.]

I've... had a few really intense sexual encounters since coming here.

[his sex drive should be on cooldown at the moment, but please- please stop being so incredibly good looking while simultaneously being sweet to the little chocobo babe. it's really not helping him, Prompto.

but maybe there's something to be said about having more sex just... makes you a tad more a sexual person overall? he's gotten more in the last month than he has in the last 2 years, which says... something? it says something.]

'Sides, the chocobos here need a daddy more than I do.

[he laughs, mosty at himself. his sense of humor, man.]

[ nope. he just looks easy, which is why the skepticism here. ]

Ah, gotcha. [ too much sex can be draining. it's why you gotta pace yourself, pal. ]

Well, that's a shame. [ the corner of his lips tilts up into a teasing smile. ] If you weren't practicin' right now, I would've asked if you were interested in helpin' a guy out with his collar situation. [ he pulls at the pink neckband indicatively. ]

But I guess not. [ his attention returns to the peppy yellow chick as he gently scoops it up into his hands. ] Hey, buddy. You wanna be best friends from now on? You can be my wingman. [ he's pretty sure this chocobo is male, but after a beat— ] Or winglady. [ more power to it. ]

Wait a minute, [ he looks back over at prompto with a small frown. ] do I look daddy to you?

[looks can be deceiving! but yes, he is pretty easy.

easy-going!

and easy to get into bed, apparently. that much wasn't something he really knew much about until he got here. he's not going to lie to himself about some altruistic urge to help Reno out with removing his collar. anything that he'd commit to right now would purely be... well, mostly because he just punned at a chocobo and that kind of makes him feel like casual sex should be on the radar? awful. he's becoming awful.]

Oh, no.

["he's still really cute." he says it to himself, mostly. goddammit.

breathing in through his nose, he knows he shouldn't? he knows he shouldn't. but celibacy is kind of boring and he's kind of starting to like fucking. Ignis would be so disappointed.

with sense of self-defeat, he reaches out towards Reno's collar and loops a hooking forefinger into it.]

Stables?

[ see? told ya. reno knows easy when he sees easy.

but prompto didn't hold out for very long, did he? he didn't think the guy's decision to remain celibate would last very long in the first place, but he didn't expect him to buckle almost immediately. it's kiiinda entertaining. ]

Thought ya took a vow. [ his smile slowly widens into a feral grin as the blond slides his finger through the band of his collar. leaning towards him, he sets the baby chocobo off to the side as he lifts his hand to curl his fingers over his wrist. ] But sure, stables.

[ lead the way. ]

I'm not a very good monk.

[listen, he was doing so well up until this moment, having abstained from getting down and dirty with anyone. he'd been so sexually shy when he got here too, but it was obvious that this place was starting to wear him down, little by little. not that he's jumping at the bit to fill out his own personal a5, but a lot of the inhibitions that had tripped him up were starting to subside.

he doesn't have a rhyme or reason for why Reno, why right now, other than the subtle request and willingness for them both at the moment, and he smiles cutely at the redhead as his wrist is taken down from his collar.

Prompto gets a good look around the place to make sure there's at leas a modicum of privacy, and leads the both of them across the grassy field where some chocobos are enjoying their domesticity. the stables aren't too far off from where they are, but he's keenly leading Reno, looking back once every few steps, until they're in the confines of the shedded area. he lets go.]

I swear this isn't like, a regular thing. [yet.

he closes the distance, as a hand begins to undress what few buttons are left of Reno's shirt.

which, woof. he has a beautiful chest.]

[ prompto really doesn't have anything to worry about here.

it ain't like reno's one to judge. he's known for being sexual (arguably even overly sexual) and he usually likes to hang around people who're just as carefree about sex as he is. he prefers them over any other alternatives. they make things less complicated in the long run.

as he lets the blond tug him through the grassy field, he gives the baby chocobo a two finger salute with a silent promise to come back to fetch him later. his grin has mellowed to a vague smile now while he pretends not to take notice of prompto's occasional glance back.

does he think he'll disappear if he doesn't check on him every couple of steps? it's honestly pretty amusing.

once they're within the stables, reno listens to the blond offer up his little justification. ] No, 'course not. [ he drawls, watching him make quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt. ] You're a monk after all. [ reclining back slightly, he starts to undo his pants, sliding the zipper down. ] So, [ he regards him pleasantly. ] how d'you wanna do this?

[as long as they're good on the contractual understanding that Prompto doesn't just get on his back for literally anyone, which is surely bolstered by the fact that he's practically doing that with Reno, then he's good. probably. as a monk who's spent his last few days learning the art of asceticisms and mantras, he's acutely aware that meditation doesn't involve sucking on a hot guy's cock in the middle of a rundown chocobo lean-to, but... whatever. the sound of a zipper resonating through the spacious enclave is akin to a midday bell. time to go to temple.

which is just an awful metaphor all around because there's nothing chaste about Prompto Argentum, at all. he smiles at Reno's forwardness to playing along with the little roleplay that they've both set up here, and it takes him an ounce of self-restraint (which is weird, considering) to not roll his eyes. in a good way, at least, as Prompto retorts back by tugging downward against his belt until the loop becomes slack and there's enough give to remove the clutch from the eyelet and shimmy the material past his hips.]

You're messin' up my chakras over here.

[god.

Prompto gets on his knees and it should be pretty clear how he wants to do this as he presses his soft lips against the outline of a (presumably) soft cock. wake up, nerd, we're going to the beach. and by beach, we mean, Prompto's mouth.]

[ if he wanted to give off that impression, then prompto should have done a better job at resisting the urge to suck him off in a random stable. reno, for his part, won't be giving it too much thought, but he won't be the first to vouch for his future claims of being virtuous or chaste.

he can't be all that pure of a guy if he's so willing to play ball js.

in any case, he doesn't mind their current playful repertoire even if he makes no promises that he'll keep it up for long. ]

I plan to do more than mess up your chakras. [ it's said with an agreeable enough expression as he looks down at him. just as expected, he must have some experience with this. no hesitation, no shyness — just straightforward and eager. ] Hey, [ prompto won't have to wait too long for him to start getting hard. one good (or debatedly bad) thing about reno is that his body is always a little too ready for sex. maybe if he was less of a thot, he wouldn't have this problem, but sometimes even the mere thought of fun to come is enough to stir him up. of course, that also depends on who his partner is and luckily for prompto, he finds him pretty cute. ] does this mean you're gonna have to retake that vow after this?

[willing to play ball or willing to play with balls? hm.

but Prompto and modesty have slowly begun to part ways; not much you can do about it when you get turned into a flower monster and get handsy with a guy you were once too shy to pee in front of. he's testing the waters, so to speak. he doesn't know if this right for him, but he also doesn't know if it's not right, either. the simple fact of the matter was that Reno was kind of hot, he aroused a few feelings in his little beating cage of a heart for the kindness he showed to chocobos, and this island wants them to get it on if they ever have hopes of having an iota of normalcy around here. whatever, it is what it is, and as he unfurls the band of underwear from Reno's hips, he hears the warning sign that the redhead offers him.

it's kind of like a threat, right? except one that comes through with sexual undertones, and honestly? Prompto had come out to have a good time, and he feels so attacked right now. his eyebrows lift, and he's not sure what to say. he's awful at sex talk. like, there's the standard "throw me down and fuck my brains out," that he should be able to employ, but he's way more prone to fluster himself into something more along the lines of "throw my brains out and fuck me down," so he just acknowledges the redness that the bridge of his nose collects and breathes.]

Yeah, probably. I'm a pretty cream pie-ous guy.

[oh god, please don't comment on that.

his mouth wraps around Reno's cock so that he doesn't have to feel the burning self-embarrassment that he just had to... lean into. he raises his hand upward, grasping firmly around his shaft as he begins balancing on his knees, forward and back, forward and back.]

[ being the mouthy asshole that he is, reno loves to incorporate sex talk when and where he can. sometimes he doesn't feel the need to, but most of the time, he finds it fun and awarding, especially when his words manage to evoke a particularly nice reaction from his partner/s. that being said, he doesn't expect everyone to be good at it (or even good with it), so he doesn't need a steady verbal back and forth. that isn't the point of its purpose anyway.

so long story short, he would have been fine if prompto didn't feel the need to respond back to him in a similar manner. it ain't everyone's forte; it's fine.

fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on who you ask), he does get an answer back from him. not expecting the pun at all, he's unable to stop a burst of laughter from erupting forth, his arms immediately wrapping around his torso while a gloved hand lifts to cover his mouth, suppressing the slight humor-filled tremors quaking his upper body. ]

Shit. Shit, I'm sorry— [ he shakes his head with an apologetic smile, waving his hand. ] I didn't mean to laugh at you, yo. That was just so dorky. [ a beat and then: ] Like in a cute way though. [ at least he has managed to regain his composure. ]

You keep being pious then. [ there's still a drop of amusement left lingering in his voice, but it soon gives way for the return of a more teasing intonation. ] Until then, [ he smiles down at the blond, half-lidded eyes watching him part his lips to take in the length of his erection. ] I'll try not to taint you too much. [ the warmth of his mouth is a welcome sensation against his own heat, so with a small gesture of encouragement, he reaches down to brush the back of his knuckles against the younger man's temple. ]

[here he is, trying his best to give Reno a Proper Blowjob, an introduction that's not exactly easy to forget with someone, and he just starts rattling off in laughter at what Prompto punned into existence. it's a nice feedback loop in pretty much any other situation- his wild laughter, carefree and exuberant, has a sort of charm to it that he can't place, but at the same time, the way he moves definitely makes it harder to grab a hold of his dick and properly let it bury six feet under (or rather, six plus inches) into his mouth. he's liable to gag playing this highly dangerous game, as he squeezes his shaft a little tighter to signify that he really, really needs him to keep at least a little bit still. for his throat's sake.

still, it's kind of hard not to feel the urge to smile, and it's not like he doesn't know he's a giant fucking dork, which only makes him a tad more endeared to the taste that's rapidly beginning to overwhelm his tongue. it's admittedly hard to taint Prompto; he's already ticked off 4 of his squares, but then again, this is Reno- and not that Prompto knows it yet, but there's always a far more deplorable state of being that he could be in right now.

all bets are off when he's lightly praised like that, with the rapping of bony knuckles against his temple, and Prompto takes to his task earnestly. he steadies his body, forming a tight circle of leather to stimulate the ridge of his head as his tongue passes back and forth through the cyclical action of his head. he guards his teeth with his lips, providing only more friction for how chapped they are, and he's not a world class pornstar champ at giving good oral, but he's working as well as he can to draw out the taste of Reno in his mouth- especially in the way he uses the bumpy ridges of his tongue to rub teasingly at the underbelly of his head.

Prompto's experimenting here, but there's something he kind of likes about just laying into Reno like this. it's not complicated, or filled with reservations, and it's not drug fueled. he feels lewd, caught and exposed to be doing this outside the confines of an enclosed room. but for what it's worth? it's invigorating, in a way. shyness be damned, it's fun being a little perverted, huh?]

[ don't worry, reno is no longer at risk of unintentional laughter now that prompto has his mouth full.

he just never had someone deliver such a cheesy pun right before a sex act, yo. first time for everything. now that they've put it past them though, he can actually pay attention to what's happening downstairs better. it really is a nice sight, one that never quite gets old.

unsurprisingly, reno would readily agree with prompto that being a little perverted is fun. it's nice to let loose and go with the flow without complicated thoughts and worries trashing the mood. it's why he likes to keep all of his relationships casual at best. if it was never serious to begin with, then it lessens the chance that it'll blow up in his face. ]

You're doing very well. [ he comments lightly, his fingers raking gently through soft blond strands. almost in agreement, he feels himself hardening more, coaxed along by the tantalizing sensation of the blond's tongue on his head. ] Can you take me in deeper? [ he asks softly. ] I wanna feel the heat of your mouth on me.

[being allergic to commitment sure is a way of life. this world more or less demands it, actually, which Prompto hasn't ruminated on nearly enough. he wears his heart perpetually pinned to his sleeve and even if he's not looking for a relationship, there's always at least... some feelings left over that linger after having sex with people. mostly good vibes, but it's not like he can just pull away and compartmentalize that into nothingness.

regardless, fuck if he isn't into praise kink. the idea of someone telling him that he's doing a good job, and then coaxing him to stretch his boundary limits is just the sort of thing that makes his dick twitch in his pants, and if it weren't for the fact that he was on his knees, there's a good chance his own hand would be down lower into his nethers, thumb gliding over his head to wipe the bead of translucent liquid that pools there. it's probably a little pathetic to get wet over hearing "good boy" like he's some sort of pet, but it doesn't change the fact that it's happening and it certainly doesn't stop him from going to town on Reno's dick.

eager to please, his shoulders perk upward as he remembers to relax his throat. Reno might've found it tantalizing to hear the drowned out sounds of a gag rising upward, but Prompto wants to keep this at least... somewhat classy, despite the fact that they're in the open air and he's currently drawing Reno's cock deeper inward. he feels fingers through his hair, another compliment to his task, as he slides Reno's head and shaft down the length of his tongue. just... a little more. just a tiny bit more, and his mouth runs deep enough that he can practically kiss the other's abdomen. it doesn't last incredibly long as that rejecting force starts to tighten his throat and his eyes become slightly watery. the benefit of reaching the back of his throat, though, is the way his own mouth's lubrication slicks around Reno's dick better than any amount of saliva could otherwise.

he looks upward toward Reno when he's returned to half staff, beginning the slow and methodic bob of his head, coordinating it against the pull of his hand. he maintains eye contact throughout, letting his tongue create friction just at the underbelly of his head, curling around the shaft of his dick as he goes deeper, and then out, once again.]

[ he is in a very happy and longstanding relationship with work.

it ain't like he doesn't feel things for his fuck buddies. he's obviously attracted to them and he even genuinely likes some of their personalities. it's just that none of the good vibes he gets off of them lands anywhere in the zone of personal attachment or a desire for something more.

he's never felt that kinda inclination for any of the people in his life — nothing close to romantic anyway.

maybe it does make him pretty suited to this world as a result, but he won't consider it much of a compliment. a clear advantage, sure; but not something to aspire to. he wouldn't advise people to follow in his commitment-phobic footsteps. it's not for everyone.

drawing in a breath, he contains a slight shudder as prompto takes all of him in, enjoying the hotness of his breath and the soft graze of his tongue on his cock. ] Mmn. [ an approving hum as he curls his fingers into his hair. ] Good. Just like that. [ he grows quiet soon after, simply watching him work on his erection with unabashed fervor. the blond looks so damn alluring at this angle. ] Shit, [ he murmurs softly. ] I really wanna fuck ya. [ even now, he is fighting the budding urge to rock into his mouth. ]

[Prompto's really putting himself out there, having taken so casually to the idea of giving a guy head in the middle of his workplace. there's the added thrill of getting caught by one of his "employees" to mix into there, but that doesn't really mean much for the enthusiastic blond who's currently bobbing his head forward and back against the length of Reno's dick.

he feels the tip of his own head rub painfully against the interior of his boxer briefs, slicked by its own desires and only worsened by the encouragement that Reno's putting so easily on him. there's definitely no sense of romance here, as he stops for a moment, hand wrapped around him. with a long, drawing lick across veins, and upward under the ridge of the elevated skin belonging to the underside of Reno's dick, he looks upward.

Reno wants to fuck him. shit, okay. maybe it's the way the other talks to him or the simple fact that he's being praised for good work... either way, Prompto's in a headspace that leans towards particularly easy and yearning for more of those compliments and minor objectification. he's not about to tell him "treat me like a cum dumpster," but, fuck if he isn't there mentally.]

Stable wall?

[it's less of a question, honestly.]

[ he can get even dirtier with his remarks, but he figures that he should spare the blond from it.

it might be a bit too much considering he has already ruined his "modest" attempt at sexual abstinence, something he isn't particularly apologetic for, considering how inarguably nice prompto's tongue feels against his cock. if anything, he only wants to taint him further.

so no, there lacks any romantic element to this exchange. it's unrepentant in its base wantonness, yet it's still pretty tame — for him. ]

Stable wall, yea. [ let 'em christen this stable. and potentially give some poor passerby a show. ]

[can't spell celibacy without the beginnings of celebration, right? this monk is about damn ready to make his holy pilgrimage to the backside of a wall, as there's a sound of a final, suckling pop with his mouth coming off of Reno's dick. his lips feel especially dry, chapping even a little worse after an intense workout on giving an earnest and thorough blowjob, but he stands up nonetheless, and smiles widely at the turk.

briefly, his hand dips downward and strokes him off once or twice, until he's satisfied enough to take a step backward. he has half a mind to reach him by the collar and drag him backward, until they're both flush up against the stable lining and Reno can do him the honor of turning him so that his cheek was flush against the wood.

he does him the forward favor of unbuckling his belt. it's kind of annoying and tricky to work with to begin with, so there's little to no resistance should Reno want to explore his. er. options here.]

C'mon. I wanna feel that inside me.

[he takes him by the hand.]

[ he needs little encouragement here since their eagerness is pretty much on par with one another.

grateful that he doesn't have to figure out how to free the blond of that belt, reno watches prompto take his hand, a slow smile spreading over his demeanor. pulling both of their hands up to his mouth, he presses the pad of two fingers to the blond's lips, coaxing his mouth open to let him slide them in. ]

Suck. [ they don't have lube, so they're just gonna have to make do with how wet prompto's mouth is and what excess of precum is left. eyes darting down to the younger man's growing erection, he leans forward to murmur in his ear, ] And don't you think you should take care of yourself a little better? [ his right hand glides down to the partial, teasing it through the fabric of his briefs with a quick, firm squeeze. ] Don't neglect yourself here. [ he lets go as he reclines back with a grin. ] Go on, touch it.

[this is definitely new- he's never had a guy press fingers into his mouth, but fuck if that wasn't just as hot as sucking his dick in the middle of the stables. this dude's sexual energy is way too strong for his own good, and as Prompto tries to give as much of his mouth's own natural lubricant to those fingers, he feels ultimately seen. he's not too worried about his own arousal- he knows that he's going to be able to reach his orgasm as easy as it takes for him to be entered and a tight fist around the bulbous tip of his head.

he starts to drop his pants lower as he pulls himself out from under his boxer briefs. his dick slaps and bounces playfully once freed, and it's obvious from the shimmering trail that connects the slit of his head to his underwear that he's excited as shit. abstinence dies a nuclear death around Reno.]

Gimme your hand.

[he holds the tip of dick as he starts to squeeze. it's raunchy, and straight up fucking lewd, but he has enough of his own pre-cum to help lubricate himself if they need it. depravity at its finest.]

[ effortless how he draws his fingers into his mouth, a willingness to comply that reno can honestly appreciate.

there is no fuss or shyness to him, making it easier to take liberty with what he demands from him. he doesn't have to put on kids' gloves or worry too much about the nervous hesitation that comes with inexperience. it definitely isn't prompto's first time doing something like this with another man. no explanations required.

exhaling out what could amount to a subdued laugh, he watches the blond's dick spring out with unabashed enthusiasm. he offers his hand to him without a word, keen on observing the way he's squeezing fluid out of the tip. it's a really nice sight to behold, especially since he has a clear idea of what the younger man plans to do with his proffered hand. ]

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