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TDM 014: A DAY AT THE FAIR

00. Arrival

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. If you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they may even usher you toward the Laid Bare Spa, where new arrivals will be offered free massages, a sauna, hairstyling, and their clothing may come up permanently missing. But you will be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed!

Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see beyond what arrivals before you have helped to rebuild. 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 place to live in the now, whether a rundown apartment in the City, a tent on the beach, a bed in the barracks, or your own space at the House of Worship. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. HAY FEVER

A new mode of transportation has made an appearance! From one end of the fairgrounds to the other, and even sometimes off the beaten path and into the wilds, robot-horse-drawn hay wagons shake, rattle, and roll. And, of course, what are hay wagons great for? Anyone fancy a roll in the hay?

Anyone who is taking a hay ride will see their A5 card flash - and they will be given the option to trade one square for the vehicles square. (New players engaging in this prompt can call it a freebie.)

But beware! The wagons roll at all hours of the day and night. At night, the spooks come out to play! Rides will be "haunted" by frightful spooks played by machines and your local Islanders. The 'bots will hire anyone interested to don their favorite slasher costume or ghostly garb. After all, everyone knows that fear and adrenaline are related to attraction, right? Just another thoughtful service provided by your generous benefactors.

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II. Acute Beef Poisoning

How about an eating contest? Multiple competitions are held throughout the fair: hot dogs, hot dogs, pies -- just use your imagination! Of course, there's always the chance that you've been recruited to be "eaten"... So sit back and enjoy the ride.

For those of you with an exhibitionist streak, all contests are held in front of an audience.

Be careful, ye who eat here, because the pies in particular have been known to have the following effects (with a two-hour duration):

Meat - A simple aphro pie; a character finds themselves craving a very different kind of meat.
Apple - Temporary amnesia befalls those who've tried the apple pie. The effects can be as great as forgetting your entire identity or as minor as forgetting what you've had for breakfast.
Cherry - Look upon the very face of innocence! All guile falls away from this character, making it impossible for them to lie.
Strawberry - The compulsion to follow orders may be strong sometimes, but the strawberry pie comes with the compulsion to give orders instead.
Blueberry - Oh no! You're looking a bit... off-color? The blueberry pie turns a character's skin blue for the next two hours.

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III. BRODEO

Last but not least, try the mechanical contraptions of various sizes - equipped with equipment of various sizes as well! The objective of this game is to last as long as you can.

Thirteen Hand Sam is the smallest of the mechanical horses. It has no attachments, but instead vibrates until the rider orgasms.

Mechanic Mike is the second mechanical horse. With a modest six-inch dildo, it bucks its rider around until orgasm.

For those who like a real challenge, the mechanical bull -- the Bonine -- is a two-person contraption that straps each rider in with their own dildo. They sit face-to-face on the thrashing machine, within touching range, able to encourage each other to come (and to lose) more quickly.

Ride like you've never ridden before, or comfort someone in the aftermath of a job well done.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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They shrug. "Darling, I was a courtesan... no... a whore for a time." They shake their head with a bit of a laugh.

"I'm no stranger to doing things with someone I had just met. And I'm all comfortable doing it with anyone, really. But... that's if you need it, darling. I know everyone has their own thoughts and desires about doing it."

They offer a smile then, just driving home the point. "The most important thing to me about doing a thing like this is... it should be joyous."

"Oh." Her cheeks flush darker. "Um, well, I suppose it would benefit us both if you also have vehicles." She has trouble stopping the line of thinking that if she and her current partner share squares it helps them both.

"Though it might be more awkward than joyous with me involved."

"Hmm..." They have a look at their own bracelet, "well, I do have it on mine, if that helps. But, darling... well... to be fair, we only had just met. Of course there will be some awkwardness. If you're open to it though, you can just lay back and let me handle everything."

They shrug and give her a cheeky wink. "I haven't had any complaints about my head so far."

Lay back. Sure... She can do that. She adjusts her long skirt and moves to lie back before pausing and giving him a confused look.

"Your...head?" Despite her time here, she still hasn't learned that some words have other meanings.

“Oral sex?” Cinnis chuckles and beams, looking over her form laying on the hay. “Would that be alright with you?”

"Oh." Her brow furrows a little as she tries to reason out why anyone would go from calling oral sex to head. In the end, she can only assume it's because one's head is between another's legs.

"I-if that's what you want to do." She's had someone go down on her a couple of times now and while it feels good she doesn't exactly enjoy it. She feels like she has nothing to other than lie there when she'd like to be making her partner feel good.

She settles back, lifting up her skirt so she can slip her panties off. Unless Cinnis stops her for any reason.

At first, Cinnis braces themselves as Persephone moves. But there was something about the way she moved that kind of betrayed that she wasn’t quite excited for this. They reach a hand to stop her before she could remove her underwear completely.

“Before anything… do you want this? I’m happy to do anything if it makes my partners feel good. But I want to make sure you’d enjoy this.”

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and worries it when asked what she wants to do. She's still learning to void her desires. Something that's harder to do with a complete stranger because she never knows how they'll react. Cinnis seems really nice, though.

"Um... I'm just... I don't enjoy being so... passive." Her gaze drifts off to the side before looking back at them. "I like, um, making my partner feel good too."

Her general people-pleasing nature doesn't just go away because she's in bed with someone.

"Well... I like making people feel very good... and everyone's bodies are different," their hands move to Persephone's on her panties and gently encourage her to continue taking them off.

"It won't be as passive when you're telling me exactly what you want, hmm?"

With a wink, they press a kiss to the inside of her thigh first before glancing at her, waiting for her consent.

"You'll have to guide me, I'm not as adept with a woman's body."

Persephone continues with the removal of her panties. Though the idea of actually voicing what she wants during causes her face to darken all the way up to her ears. No one's ever asked her to do that.

"I-I can t-try." She stammers as she settles back and tries to relax and not let herself get too much into her head. Though it might be a little too late for that as she feels as if she's already making a fool of herself.

"Go... go ahead."

"Just try... if at any point it doesn't work, just let me know, alright?" Cinnis smiles and kisses down the skin of her inner thigh as they push up the fabric of her skirt to give them access to the warmth between her legs. If either of her hands were close, they'd guide one too to rest on their head-- just a reminder to give them guidance.

They start with kisses to the lips of her sex, before gently parting them with their fingers and lapping at the exposed flesh beyond. It kind of shows when they do that they aren't so familiar with a woman's body, licking more around the slit of her entrance than seeking her clitoris out.

"O-okay." She takes a breath and tries to relax, letting them move a hand to the top of their head. That's at least somewhat comforting as she runs her fingers through their tresses.

The kisses are fine but everything that comes after isn't. She lets out a sigh and shifts a bit so she can look down at them. "Higher up," she says without a stutter. If saying what she wants through this is going to be more like giving instructions, then maybe she can manage. "Start gently."

There, the instructions coming sure makes them feel like she's easing into this role. And they follow obediently, moving their head higher to press kisses to the junction of the lips first before tentatively licking at the middle inside... at what feels like a bundle of flesh.

"Here?" They lick again, very gentle, their tongue moving as if to just tease it.

The first lick is met with an approving hum as she relaxes back into the hay. The second teasing lick causes her to squirm a little as her grip on their hair tightens.

"Yeah, there." When she relaxes again it's clear that most of the tension has left her as she's starting to feel more comfortable.

"Ah... good..." Cinnis gasps at the grip at their hair before adjusting the angle of their head to lap at that bud, just as softly as they started. It's surprising how she didn't taste and smell of just skin. But at the same time, they shouldn't have been surprised. She is the goddess of spring, after all.

With a hand, they move to grasp her thigh and pull it over their one shoulder, pressing down the fins there. They give easily, and Persephone probably would only notice a soft extra thing against her skin.

As the Goddess of Spring, Persephone quite literally embodies the season. Even without most of her abilities she still retains her natural scent and taste of spring flowers. In particular, she tastes a bit sweet like the nectar from honeysuckle.

Unsure if that gasp is good or bad she loosens her grip. "D- Are you okay with your hair being pulled?" If the answer is no she'll try to refrain from doing so.

She's vaguely aware of the fin and how it feels different beneath her thigh. But she's much more focused on everything else going on.

“Darling, it’s very good…” Cinnis nearly purrs against the skin of her mound, pressing yet another kiss to it before going back at the bud, continuing their gentle tease at it until a little bump in the cart forces them to press harder for a moment but they pull away right after, wanting to make sure of her pleasure.

"Okay." She'll still try not to pull too hard, given her strength, but it's good to know they don't mind.

The teasing is doing well to work her up and getting her to relax more into the hay. And then the bump happens. She lets out a surprised sound that's something between a yelp and a moan. Once again her grip tightens on Cinnis' hair.

"Y-you can, um, go a little harder."

The grip tightening on their hair gives them a little jolt of pleasure but what pleases them more is the goddess asking them go harder.

“Harder… got it. Guide me well, I’m a novice at this, darling.”

And with that, they press their mouth to her slit, tongue now pressing harder and firmer against her bud. Not too hard, but probably with enough pressure to feel like giving it a good rub. The merfolk’s tongue moves up and down, maybe perhaps treating that bud nearly the same way they’d tease a cock. In any case, they’re clearly going at her enthusiastically, taking in the sweet scent and taste of her.

She can't help but let out a soft laugh. The situation is so different from any other sexual encounter she's had so far. Everything else has been a moment of going with the flow, experimental, learning something new. This is the first time she's been in a position of teaching or guiding.

Cinnis' enthusiasm is certainly enough to draw a louder moan from her. Though she's quick to slap a hand over her mouth in embarrassment. It might be robots controlling the cart, but they're still passing by people and she has some shame.

The laughter and the moan definitely get to Cinnis, and it's obvious to see that they're absolutely enjoying this as they press in more and experiment with gentle suckling and moving their tongue in circles. Their one hand is caressing her exposed thigh, while the other is moving up to touch her hip, just so casually intimate and wanting to have her enjoy this moment in the hay, on this moving cart.

"O-oh!" She squirms a little in response to the sucking, hips lifting to press into the source of pleasure. Her grip on their hair tightens once more, twisting a bit as she pulls it.

"Th-that's good," her voice comes out breathy, wanting to be clear their response is one of pleasure and not discomfort.

"Good... mm... that's perfect!" Cinnis excitedly gasps in response before going right back at their prize, answering the buck of her hips with more of their mouth, and maybe out of curiosity, and hoping to further her pleasure, they move one of their hands down so their fingers could gently rub at the rest of her sex-- feeling over the heat and softness of it.

That seems to be the right move, as the feel of Cinnis' fingers over her slick, heated sex is met with a pleased sound. Her legs shift so that she can spread them a little wider for them. She's not yet going to tell them to use their fingers on her, mostly because she's curious to see if they'll go for it on their own.

As much as they could hear the pleased sounds from her and feel her body giving-- legs spreading and sex slick, Cinnis chooses not to go right ahead. Instead, after giving her clit a particularly strong suck to contrast the gentle way they've been treating her so far, they raise their head up a bit.

"Want my fingers in you, darling?"

00. Arrival

I. HAY FEVER

II. Acute Beef Poisoning

III. BRODEO

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Rolls a dirty 19 for insight

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forgot to put up here: Rated R for coochie

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