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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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Look, Chris was still trying to be careful. He didn't want to tip Krem over the edge right here in the fair. He wasn't sure how much a simple touch would affect him and while Chris enjoyed a little risky sex now and then in the middle of everything was not his style.

He put his arm over Krem's shoulders and tugged him against his side, almost shielding him from anyone else looking at Krem. He was going to protect him, damn it. It was how Chris was as a person.

"My place it is." He started walking away from the fair, leaving behind the crowd.

In his experience with this it would only get stronger the longer it was in Krem's system. The last time, Chris had exhausted himself. Hopefully, he still had that stamina now.

Krem stayed close, quieted and consoled that, if nothing else, Chris wasn't completely off put by the attention. It was hard to keep his hands to himself, but he managed. Things were getting hazier and headier the longer he was left wanting, and as they made their way away from the fair and down to the beach front, Krem had to consciously focus on things outside of themselves to keep from devolving into being entirely lewd.

He was flushed, by the end of the walk, breathing a little heavily--though anyone that didn't know him very well might have thought it was from the walk in the heat rather than from the fire building rapidly inside him. He was good, and he waited until they were inside.

As soon as the door was shut, he grabbed a fistful of Chris's shirt, near the throat, and yanked him down to kiss him.

"Oh!" Chris grunted as Krem yanked on him. He stumbled into the kiss, not expecting it at all. Even though he could tell on the walk that the drug was clearly kicking in hard. He probably should've expected something like this. He did kiss him back for a minute.

"Hey, hey, easy," he coaxed as he drew back. "Come on, I've got a bed."

His little beach house didn't have anything in it right now which made it easy to nudge Krem towards the stairs. "And you definitely need it."

He figured little bit of time with Krem on his back while Chris took care of him should take the edge off.

"I don't," Krem assured, a breath exhalation against the kiss as Chris pulled away. He let him, though it felt like agony at this point. A shiver worked through him. They didn't need to go up stairs or to a bed or anything. They were inside. This was private.

He pulled at Chris again, dug his heals in a bit. There was a smile on his mouth as he physically protested being moved along. Stubborn and bratty and burning up.

"I'm not going to fuck you on the floor." Chris ducked down and tossed Krem over his shoulder. If he was going to be a brat, Chris was going to treat him like one.

He was heavier than Chris expected but considering his muscles maybe he should have expected it. Still, he was able to take the stairs two at a time keeping Krem in place with a hand on his ass.

"Have you let anyone treat you nice, Krem?" he asked as he walked them into his bedroom, empty except for a California king sized bed. The Augur clearly expected him to do a lot with his bed. He tossed him onto the bed and then pulled his shirt over his head.

Krem laughed and squirmed, a little, as Chris put him over his shoulder. Not too much. The stairs were a bad place for either of them to stumble, and he was a menace but not deliberately trying to cause problems.

When Chris tossed him onto the bed, he urgently stripped off his own shirt and reached behind his back to loosen his stay the rest of the way, enough that he could pull it off with a bit of creative wiggling. Normally, he wouldn't throw his clothes without care, but he was feeling too wild and flushed to be mindful.

"Yes," he said. He didn't roll his eyes or anything, though he did let out a bit of an exasperated noise, reaching for Chris. "You don't need to worry about that. You don't... I want this for both of us, not just me."

Chris put a knee on the bed chuckling as Krem squirmed around. He really was desperate. "I like thinking about the other person I'm about to sleep with. I like thinking about what I'm going to do to you."

He grabbed Krem by the ankle and pulled him down a little. Then he started on his pants to pull them off.

"And I'm going to take the edge off first. A few times." Chris didn't have the same drugs in his system. He couldn't match Krem need and desperation no matter how much he wanted the other man. So, one or two orgasms for Krem before Chris let Krem pay attention to him. "So, shut up and enjoy."

Krem let out a brief, giddy laugh as Chris yanked him by the leg. He sprawled on his back and didn't protest, lifting his hips as the older man worked his pants open and helping to pull them and his underclothes down.

Another time, he may have been embarrassed by how slick he already was, the mound of his cunt and his thighs already glistening with arousal just from the effects of the drugged food and Chris's considerate attention and their brief walk.

Before Chris could start, Krem caught him by the chin and looked at him. His eyes were dark with arousal but his expression was gently serious. "This is a man's body," he said, low and shivering with desire. "You can still tell me you don't want a man's body. I'll understand."

"You're an idiot." Chris leaned in and kissed him surprisingly soft and gentle. "I've slept with men before."

Yeah, none of them like Krem but seriously, he had slept with men. Krem didn't need to worry about him not getting turned on or something stupid like that. Or that he'd suddenly start thinking he was a woman. Hadn't they covered that at the beach? He wanted to give him attention first because of the drug.

"Now, will you let me go down on you already or is there some other semantic you want to work out?" Because he could see how aroused Krem was and Chris wanted to do something about it if the other man would let him.

"You can return the favor after I've taken the edge off."

Krem shivered against the kiss a little, holding himself back so he didn't tumble into that when Chris seemed to want to be kissing other things. He laughed into, into it, outside of it, and shoved Chris at the shoulders to push him, down and down, until he would settle between his thighs.

No, the semantics didn't matter. He just didn't want Chris to forget--especially after Krem had said that stupid thing about being willing to be a woman for him. He didn't want Chris to look at his body, no matter how considerate he was being, see all the parts of the whole, and forget that consideration.

"I will," he said, soft and breathless. "Fuck, I will."

Finally, it seemed like Krem was along with the program. Chris still almost rolled his eyes at him for going from cautious to eager in the blink of an eye. It really didn't take much. He wasn't going to forget consideration.

He would also fuck him stupid if he could keep up with the drugs in Krem system.

Chris pulled one of Krem's legs over his shoulder, shoved the other one over so that he could fit his broad shoulders down there. Then he put his mouth to work lapping at his folds with eager abandon. He used his fingers to hold him open so that he could get his tongue deeper.

It shouldn't take much given how desperate and wet he was against Chris' face.

It really wouldn't take much, especially with the insistence of Chris's attention. Krem let out a long, low noise as Chris manhandled him into the position he wanted, spread and exposed like that, that thrilled upward with pleasure as he began to lick at him. His thighs tensed slightly, his toes curling.

Krem had a lot of practice pleasuring himself, and comparatively little being pleasured. On top of that, the singing heat of the drugs in his system--multiplied by however much of it he had gotten in that stupid competition--made even that initial contact feel electric. Krem reached down and grabbed Chris's head to ground himself, to hold him close.

Chris was used to taking charge in bed. He liked it. He didn't stop Krem from grabbing his hair but he kept one hand on his hip to keep him from moving too much and his other on his thigh to keep him spread open.

He glanced up his body with a smug look in his eyes. Now that he'd finally stopped worrying it sounded like and look liked Krem was enjoying himself.

He moved his mouth up to his clit and sucked on it, trying his best to treat the little bundle of nerves like a cock for him. He wasn't sure if that was exactly the right thing but he knew it would feel good either way.

Krem's experience was still a bit limited, but he'd had some experience on this now. Mollymauk euphorically calling it his cock as he sucked and played with it, Peter treating it more broadly. Krem just appreciated that someone was willing to give the attention, finding the pleasure bright and electric, and hoping learning to receive it made him better at giving it in return.

He groaned and arched against the restraint of Chris holding him down. An entirely different sort of grapple than they'd done any time before, but no less pleasant.

In any case, he wasn't articulate in his pleasure any more. Little groaning sighs and the occasional burst of Tevene or Qunlat breathed into his panting squirms. Just this little bit of attention was almost enough to send him over for a first bout of pleasure.

When Krem started to wiggle Chris pressed down to make sure he couldn't go anywhere. He enjoyed the taste of him on his tongue and how damn wet he was. Sure, it was mostly the drugs that were responsible for that but it was still nice to feel against his chin. If he wiggled to much Chris wouldn't be able to focus on his work.

He loved this "job".

Chris flicked his clit with his tongue back and forth, swirled his tongue around it, and sucked on it hard. He had a little handicap with his hands holding Krem down and open but he wasn't ready to give in to fingering him yet.

His own arousal built to making his jeans tight. His hips shifted restlessly against the bed for a moment to relief the pressure and give himself a little pleasure.

The first bout was quick, a lightning round of pleasure. The combination of Chris's attention with tongue and lips and the way that he held him down to control how he could receive the pleasure. Krem's breathing hitched up, higher and higher, until he was arching and crying out with the rapturous pleasure of his orgasm.

He swore in the midst of it, shaking with pleasure as he rode through it. Embarrassingly quick, he felt more heady and overwhelmed now than he had before they'd started, almost incoherent with desire.

Chris pressed a kiss against the inside of Krem's thigh and gave him a moment to catch his breath. He also made sure the man was watching as he put his fingers in his mouth to get them nice and wet.

Then he slowly pressed two inside him, all while watching him to make sure this was okay. Krem might be too sensitive for this but Chris really wanted to fuck him through another orgasm.

It might also be that Krem couldn't protest right now. He looked incredibly out of it right then. But unless he was given a good reason Chris didn't really want to stop right now.

In that immediately post-orgasmic state, Krem was still a little clenched up, his body vibrating with pleasure, pulsing with it. He let go of Chris's hair and leveraged up onto one elbow so that he could look at him, in time to see him lick his fingers. The sight unwound him a little bit, heat and need bright under his skin as he sucked in a breath.

He nodded, urgently, as the fingers pressed into him.

"Can you...slower this time?" That might be too much for both of them. Chris's expression was starting to get a little hot and dark, wonderful to look at. "It feels good. It feels...really good."

"I didn't expect you to speak." Chris rested his cheek against Krem's thigh as he slowly worked his fingers in and out with his thumb occasionally grazing against his clit.

If Krem wants it slower, Chris can do that. He actually liked taking things a little slower and to build things up to a fever pitch steadily. It gave him time to do things like slide up Krem's body and kiss him deeply.

"Mm, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." He nuzzled against his neck and bit at his pulse. Maybe he'd leave a hickey, maybe he wouldn't. He'd see what Krem asked for.

Krem wasn't going to manage very much in the way of speaking. He shivered as the rasp of Chris's stubble worked over his thigh, and arched as his fingers worked slowly into him, almost teasing in their filling attention.

The kiss, and then the attention to his neck, had Krem gasping softly. He tilted his head back for more attention, pressing his hips down into that slow attention as Chris delved into him.

"Are you?" Even in the haze of his needy pleasure, Chris's seemed vital. He wanted to please him. He wanted to do good. He shivered, gasping softly. "I want to do good."

Chris answered by grinding his erection against Krem's thigh. Yeah, he felt good and he was enjoying himself. He was enjoying watching Krem enjoy himself. It was a really nice sight with him flushed and wanting more.

"I'm looking forward to fucking you later," he said, his voice a rough growl against Krem's ear before he bit down on it.

He also curled his fingers just so as he worked them slowly. Krem really was wet. He could hear his fingers even fucking him slow like this. How much more wet could he get Krem by the end of this? Chris kind of hoped he could make his legs stop working.

Krem groaned ascent, grabbing at the nape of Chris's neck to ground himself as much as it was to keep Chris close to him. The deep rumble of his voice, the warmth and weight of his thighs and the obvious size of him pressed up against him, those fingers working with that slow deliberation--it was all taking him apart again. The slowness was good, dragging it out, making it a wonderful sort of agony.

He squirmed his legs a little, bringing them together for a moment and then spreading them again, a lazy sprawl a pleasure as he panted and whined softly.

Krem clenched his thighs trapping Chris' hand for a moment. He circled his thumb over his clit slowly while he couldn't move. Those thighs would feel incredible wrapped around him. They were so damn strong.

"Relax." He murmured against Krem's neck and made it very hard to relax by biting down on his shoulder for a moment. "Breathe a little bit."

Which he then made hard by pushing three fingers inside him to stretch him a bit. Chris was a little girthier than average. He'd feel better no matter how much Krem was turned on if he was prepared.

Krem felt like he was breathing plenty. Like he was breathing too much. Panting and shivering and letting out rapturous little noises, he was almost as aware of his breath as he was aware of Chris's thick fingers pressing into him and how his body accepted them, invited them in in that achingly slow way he had.

He'd asked for that, of course. The slowness and gentleness. They could worry about speed and roughness in a while, but right now he wanted to drag this out as long as either of them could stand. Even if he could already feel the pleasure trying to claw up the back of his belly and neck, insistent and dogged.

He brought a hand down between them and cupped Chris's cock through the front of his jeans, giving him a bit of a squeeze.

"Can I...for you too?"

Chris groaned and pressed into Krem's hand. God, that felt good even through his jeans.

"Yeah, babe, you can." He looked a little smug as he studied Krem spread out underneath him. "Think you can focus long enough to get my pants off or do you need help?"

He made his point by curling his fingers inside him and rubbing deliberately right against the front wall. He really liked watching Krem squirm and moan for more. He was... really getting into this.

Chris leaned forward and kissed him gently. "Mmm, maybe you'd like to use your mouth too?"

00. Arrival

I. HAY FEVER

II. Acute Beef Poisoning

III. BRODEO

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