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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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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?"

Krem giggled, a little bit, at being called babe. It wasn't bad. He didn't hate it. He rolled his torso toward Chris and kept his hips flat and legs spread, keeping things open and exposed for Chris to keep fingering him.

He jerked at Chris's jeans, whimpering slightly with the way that Chris's fingers curled inside him. In a moment, he had the jeans open and pushed down slightly, far enough to pull Chris's cock out.

"Yeah," he said, breathless, almost moaning against the kiss. "Yeah, I want to use my mouth."

To Chris, babe didn't have a gender. It was a term of affection and he definitely felt pretty affectionate towards Krem right now who honestly looked a little drunk. Or like he'd been fucked stupid already.

"Hang on a second." Chris kissed him hard and then did the last thing Krem probably wanted. He pulled his fingers out of him. And he moved away to push his jeans and underwear off, kicking them away.

Now naked, he moved back towards Krem.

Krem whined as the emptiness rattled him for a moment, a chasm sort of feeling that he didn't want to have to deal with but that was, of course, necessary for the moment. He lowered a hand between his legs and teased his fingers gently over his folds, smearing slickness across himself as he rolled over on his side to admire the last bit of Chris disrobing.

Of course, he knew what Chris looked like. Still, this was different. Not only becasue now Chris was hard, but because Krem was hazy with the lust and desire of it. He licked his lips and bit the corner of his lower lip slightly, sitting up as Chris came back to the bed.

"I thought about this," he said, low and needy. "I thought about what it might be like if we fucked."

He could've watched Krem touch himself for a lot longer than he did. He knelt next to Krem's head and offered him his cock. "I thought you were looking a little closely when we worked out together."

Chris had thought maybe it was wishful thinking on his part. He had admired Krem's muscles, his strength, and his attitude. He wouldn't mind giving him all sorts of attention.

Maybe next time they could do it without the drugs.

He tangled his fingers around Krem's and went back to working him up nice and slow just like he asked. "We'll see if I live up to expectations."

Krem sighed a laugh that turned into a moan as Chris's fingers sank into him again. He shuffled closer, leaned in. His attentions were still inexpert, inexperienced, but there was an abandoned enthusiasm to it that wasn't just because he was buoyed by those drugged pies that made him overly truthful and exceedingly amorous.

As slow as Chris was with his fingers, Krem was with his mouth. He started at the head, working down with wet, exploratory kisses toward the root of Chris's cock. It was a bit of an awkward angle to stroke him while he tongued and sucked at his balls, but he did it, groaning softly. And then it was more slow work back up to the head.

He looked up at Chris with storm grey eyes, pupils wide and dark, as he opened his mouth and took the first few inches. His gaze unfocused with an obvious sort of pleasure as the weight and heat and taste filled his mouth.

For someone inexperienced Krem was not afraid. He explored him with his mouth fearlessly and paid attention to his balls which he never expected. Chris groaned and slid a hand through Krem's short hair.

When he came back to the head Chris pushed his hips forward, gently fucking Krem's mouth. Fuck, that wet heat was good. Chris didn't want to overwhelm him but he was so obviously enjoying himself that he felt this was fine. Krem could take this.

"You should tell me what you imagined when your mouth isn't full," he teased as he fucked him slowly with three fingers.

Krem groaned around Chris's cock, as much distracted by that as the fingers inside him and the words melting across his consciousness. Could he even remember specifics in this state? Maybe he'd manage a bit, here and there. He'd remembered that he had the thoughts in the first place, and that was a bit step. Even if he didn't remember the specifics, he was sure he could come up with something.

He stroked what didn't fit in his mouth, though he tried his best to open wide and take him as deep as possible. It was heady and a little desperate, and Chris seemed eager too. Maybe not as wantonly eager as Krem was, but certainly testing the boundaries, seeing where the limits were, and that encouraged Krem to test his too.

Luckily, Krem knew how to pull back when he was on the cusp of too much. Even in this steamy, overwhelmed state. When he felt his breath catch and that it was getting a little too much to take, he pulled back, gasping and stroking the wet mess he'd left on Chris's cock for a moment as he grinned up at him.

"Keep doing that," he said, gently greedy, as he smeared the head against his mouth and opened open again, sticking his tongue out lewdly.

They'd have to work up to Krem choking on his cock. Chris wanted to see that. He wanted to roughly fuck his mouth and watch as tears formed in his eyes, while he enjoyed Chris using him like that. But something like that would take time and trust. And not drugs.

"You keep doing that." Chris circled his thumb slowly over his clit, steady pressure. "And I'll keep doing this."

Krem's excitement was obvious but his sloppy technique wasn't going to push Chris over the edge. Which he was grateful for. He could keep his focus and make sure Krem was satisfied over and over before Chris was exhausted and couldn't keep up.

Krem nodded, shivering and clenching slightly in anticipation as Chris teased him. He sucked Chris in again, a few inches at first and then slowly deeper, bobbing his head up and down this time. It wasn't just about trying to take it this time but of enjoying the whole process and doing everything he could to make it good for Chris. As good as Chris was making it for him.

He was going to come again, even if it was slow and teasing this time. Everything achingly languid and warm. He felt warm all over and the longer they took, the more he wanted it to be more than just this.

He rolled his hips and pushed down against Chris's fingers, seeking a little more speed as he moaned softly around him, trying to take him a little bit deeper.

Goddamn, there was a part of Chris that wanted to stop and make Krem wait. It was one of his favorite things to build someone up and then slow things down, make them wait for more, and build them up again and again. He didn't think Krem had the patience for that right now.

Maybe when they were fucking. Chris might try it then.

"You're close," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You're clenching real tight around my fingers right now."

He pressed them deeper, rubbing hard against his inside walls. "Be good. Come for me. And I'll fuck you."

There was a look in Krem's eyes, like he really wanted more.

Krem could have melted. What he did do was shift his hand from gently rubbing and teasing his clit alongside the flick of Chris's thumb and grabbed him by the wrist, holding him in deep as he shoved his hips down on him. He rode the feeling hard, still holding Chris's cock in his mouth as he whined and moaned obscenely.

It took a second. It wasn't quite as easy the second time as the first, even if his body was still tuned to the immediacy of needy pleasure and desperate for everything that was being given to him. The rumble of Chris's voice across his skin was almost as tactile as the feeling of the actual touch, and definitely contributed to being pulled apart.

This time, his orgasm hit even harder. Less whimpering and whining, and more a filthy, shivering mess, as his body arched and he came in a wet, filthy serious of spurts that followed the deep thrust of Chris's fingers pressing just right inside of him.

Well. Shit.

Chris went still, surprised at the wet spray against his hand and forearm. He thought stuff like that was faked in porn, not an actual reality. Maybe it was the drugs? It was supposed to happen when a woman was turned on, right?

He continued to be entirely out of his depth when it came to Krem, apparently. And stupidly, he wanted to make some sort of joke. Some stupid, high school bullshit about ejaculation and maleness. Chris was old enough not to do that dumb shit.

"Feeling better?" he asked, brushing Krem's bangs back with a surprisingly gentle touch.

Krem pulled back from Chris's cock. He looked up at him with a dazed, flushed look, his body trembling with the wonderful effort of being wrecked through like that. He rubbed his thighs together slightly, unashamed of the wetness on his thighs or Chris's hand.

Slowly, still breathing raggedly and desperately, he eased Chris's fingers out. He'd be a little embarrassed about the wet spot later. He'd offer to help clean up. All of those things.

"It feels good," he said. "No matter what."

No matter if that was all Chris wanted to do or if Krem needed to reign himself in. Chris had said he wanted to fuck, but Krem wouldn't push. He'd had two and that was alot to demand of anyone, no matter how much he was still shivering and desperate and burning up with an aching need for more.

Chris rubbed his hand gently along the inside of Krem's thigh, feeling the muscles tremble under his palm. He looked really well fucked and very relaxed. Well, not exactly relaxed. There was still something wild about him.

"Not too sensitive?" He asked as he rolled on top of Krem. Chris nudged his legs open and settled into the cradle of his hips. He rubbed his cock along his slit, slow and steady.

"It looks like you still need something." He nuzzled against his throat and pressed a kiss against his pulse.

It was still gentle and tender, slow, a wonderful haziness to it all. Chris's weight was exquisite, enough to have him overly aware of his own body and how loose his joints felt at the moment.

He hooked his heels against the back of Chris's thighs, encouraging him to draw inward. The nudge of Chris's cock was thick and heavy, inspiring a hitch in Krem's breath with every drag of heavy warmth against his slick folds as they deliberately teased each other.

He found both of Chris's hands and laced his fingers with him, slowly dragging them up his body. One he left on his breast, encouraging the attention. The other, he continued up past his head, so that a bit of weight would definitely feel more like a pin.

"Are you going to make me beg for it, Chris?"

If Krem wanted to feel pinned Chris could oblige him. He shifted his grip to Krem's wrist and put some weight into it pressing it against the bed. He should say something if he didn't like it because Chris definitely did.

"No, not this time." He grinned against his neck and bit down lightly. "Just want to make sure you're ready."

Chris would wait if he needed a few more minutes to calm down. He was getting off on the slide of his folds against his cock. That heat was so damn tempting though. His hand squeezed his breast which fit nicely in his palm.

Krem arched to every bit of the attention. He rolled up to the weight and warmth of the squeeze on his chest as his nipple perked against Chris's palm; he arched his hips up against the teasing slide of Chris's cock, breath growing more and more heavy with every brush, every smear, every tempting nudge.

"I've been ready," he insisted, laughing breathlessly. "I know you can feel it."

The next nudge got the line up just right and Krem let out a whimpering sigh as his body took Chris in. Not deep, just yet. But so easily that it felt like he'd been built to do this the whole time.

00. Arrival

I. HAY FEVER

II. Acute Beef Poisoning

III. BRODEO

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