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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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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.

"You're so wet," Chris groaned. It was mostly the drugs. He knew that but it still fed his ego a little bit to have Krem so damn wet and ready under him.

He groaned deep in his chest as he slid inside. Not far but enough to feel how hot and tight and good Krem felt wrapped around him. He kissed Krem as he slid in deeper. Until his cock was fully buried inside Krem.

"Fuck, you feel good." Chris went for a hard, slow, rhythm. It feels even better after denying himself while focusing on Krem. "Goddamn."

Krem shivered and nodded in wild, excited agreement. He was soaked, desperate, and aching, and Chris sliding in and pushing deep had a noise to it, filthy and obscene and inviting even if it was a brief thing under the sigh of Chris's voice.

He slid one of his legs up slightly, changing the angle just slightly so that Chris could not only get deep but so that his deep settle got them flush against each other, almost impossibly joined together.

"Oh, shit, yes," he sighed as Chris started to move. He squirmed against the pin holding him in place and whimpered excitedly. "Oh fuck--fuck, Chris..."

Chris liked Krem squirming against him but he still pressed a little harder against him to remind him he wasn't going anywhere. He didn't think Krem would actually go anywhere or wanted to get away.

He like the hard, steady rhythm he set. It made it easy to get lost in the physical sensation. Chris felt it rolling through him, a heavy want sitting low in his gut.

And yet, stupidly maybe, he was determined to make Krem come while fucking him. He wanted his own orgasm too but male pride or something make him want to get Krem off again. Maybe just to see him squirt again. Chris didn't know and he'd self analyze after. He focused on fucking Krem stupid right now.

It was stupid, maybe, to find it a little exhilarating to be held down like that, to be so easily thrilled about being overpowered. Krem had a wealth of reasons to not enjoy that and later, maybe, he might question why he was. But for right now? Right now, Chris had done everything right. Right now, Krem was fully convinced and convicted that if he said a single word, things would stutter to an satisfactory conclusion for the both of them, because Chris was good and kind and all of the power and force in this had nothing to do with anything but pleasure for the both of them.

He rolled his hips. He started to throw his hips back against the rough demand of Chris's pace, panting and whining softly. How much of it was his own pleasure at this point, and how much of it was because he wanted to make Chris come, another competition that he thought he might be able to come out on top of this time?

If Krem wanted to break free, Chris knew from experience he could. Part of the thrill of holding him down was that Krem could fight back but he didn't want to. He wanted to be held down. He wanted to be overpowered like this and he trusted Chris to do it.

As he got into and the pleasure built Chris started to fuck him harder. He groaned when he clenched around him. Fucking hell, this was so good even without drugs to push his system.

He ducked down and kissed him hard, slipping his tongue into his mouth before he pulled back. "Come on, Krem. Come on." He would keep fucking even as his body begged for release. Chris would deny himself as long as possible to make Krem come again.

Krem kissed back, hungry, deep, enjoying the edge of possessiveness of it. He squirmed and moaned softly against the attention, against the force of Chris's hips. He clenched around him again and grinned, as much as he could, around his panting and the heady noises he was making.

"That's not fair, is it?" He trailed his free hand up Chris's arm, digging his nails in just a little. "You've made me come so much. I can--I can wait. I can wait."

that might not be entirely true, but he was pretty sure that he would last until Chris let go. He could hold out that long, and ride Chris's pleasure to a third.

"Not worried about fair," he panted, resting his forehead against Krem's. He was the one that was drugged and dealing with overwhelming arousal. Chris was just like this in bed.

But even not worried about fair Chris was still edging closer. There was no denying it. His pleasure kept building pushing close to the edge with each driving thrust into Krem.

So, he cheated. Chris reached between them with the hand not holding Krem's wrist down and rubbed his thumb somewhat aggressively against his clit. "I like seeing you get off. I want to see you come again."

Honestly, he really wanted to see him squirt again.

"Fuck--"

Krem arched and clung a little tighter, gripped Chris's arm as his back lifted off the bed with a zing of pleasure from the doubled attention. Between the heady force of Chris's size and the sudden stimulation to his clit, Krem wasn't going to manage to hold it together much longer, that was for sure.

He flushed, a little bit--or maybe he had never stopped being flushed--as Chris worked at him like that, as he spoke to him like that. He tried to shift the angle just a little, get it just right so that each thrust wasn't just hitting hard and deep but was also brushing just right on the backstroke. It was such a wonderfully filthy, wet noise.

He didn't protest trying to get Chris's pleasure first again. He couldn't. Whatever competitive desire he had was quickly dissolved by his own heady, desperate pleasure as his third orgasm rocketed through him. It was just as, if not more, messy as the second one, his already wet cunt spurting pleasure between them as he cried out.

It was messy, wet, hot and Chris really couldn't think much beyond the tight clench and the sheer amount of wet against him and around him. The higher function of his brain finally shut off.

Chris grabbed Krem's hips roughly and hauled him closer so that he could fuck him harder and harder as he raced to catch up the tension in his gut coiling tighter and tighter. Until, just like him, it snapped. He groaned loudly as he came, one, two spurts inside him before he pulled out and stroked more come from his cock onto Krem's stomach.

He sat back on his heels panting hard as the last of the pleasure drained from him. Chris felt tired in the best way. He rested his hands on his thighs as he caught his breath. Fuck, that was good. Really good.

"You good?" he asked when he found his breath. Chris ran a hand through his hair, pushing the short, sweat soaked strands back.

Krem looked good like that, a flushed, fucked out mess.

There was something lovely about the feeling of it, right now, while he was heady and rushing from everything in his system. He could be nervous about it later. He knew nothing would happen, but the intuitive quality of that did nothing to sate, he found, the intrinsic natural worry that came with having this body and doing these things, having another man bury himself deep and come inside.

It had only happened a few times now, and at least he knew the feeling of it and how he responded.

As Chris drew back, Krem was left with a lovely, shivering aftermath. He ran his fingers through the mess Chris had left on his stomach, scooping a bit up on his fingertips before bringing it to his lips to lick clean.

"Yeah," he said against his fingertips, sighing it out. "Yeah, that was really good. Sorry I...made a mess."

Once Chris had his breath back he crawled over Krem and kissed him, chasing the taste of his own come on his tongue. "Shut up. I don't care."

Seriously, sex could be messy. Chris did not care about having to strip his bed down and let it dry. The bed was big enough to find a comfortable spot even with how wet it had gotten.

He laid down on his side and draped an arm over Krem's middle. Chris didn't put much distance between them but he let Krem have some space just in case the man didn't appreciate a big guy like him wanting to cuddle. He felt with how close he and Krem were it might be something he could do but didn't want to assume.

"How do you feel? Are those drugs still bothering you?" He might need a few minutes before he could get hard again but Chris would still help if Krem wasn't satisfied.

Krem sighed against the kiss, still a bit embarrassed about it. He was buzzing and warm, and Chris's gentle attention was good and grounding, enough that Krem wasn't too worried about anything right now. He couldn't really unravel how much of what he was feeling was the echoes of pleasure and how much was a trembling need for more.

So, rather than looking too close, he just curled in against Chris gently.

"I'm okay for right now. It's easier." Less hazy and needy and desperate, at least for the moment. He ran his fingers gently over Chris's chest, trying to feel his way around the slowly receding waves of his pleasure.

Oh, good, they're going to cuddle. Chris sighs softly as he pulls Krem in a little closer so he can rub a gentle hand against his back. He likes touching after sex unless things are purely casual. But he's friend with Krem so there will be some snuggling.

"I've only ever experienced a mild dose of the stuff." Which Chris is incredibly grateful for. The idea of being so out of control, so out of his mind, is honestly a little terrifying. He doesn't want to be put in that situation.

But he is happy to help Krem with it. "Touching really seems to help even if it's not sexual."

Krem blushed a little bit, still feeling a little silly about the whole situation. It had been silly. Competitiveness with no direction spiraling into a lack of consideration for how this could go. He was lucky that it was Chris that found him, for a variety of reasons.

"It's nice," he assured softly, nuzzling in a little bit. "It was really nice. You know you could have probably just locked me in the bathroom until I sobered up, right?"

At least he laughed about it a little bit, tapping his thumb against Chris's chest. "I still would have wanted to do all that."

"Seems like an asshole thing to do," Chris said with a half-shrug. "I think we've flirted enough that sex would be okay once you got back to your right mind."

If it hadn't been that would be a problem. Probably right around now. Chris thought the gamble was worth it. Krem confirmed that for him which made him feel even better about the whole situation.

"You were pretty fantastic, by the way." He tickled his fingers against Krem's side.

The tickle was light and simple, and Krem reacted instinctively. He squeaked and jerked away, bringing his elbows down to try and protect his sides. Thankfully, he was still a little too wobbly to bring his knees up, which could have been a disaster.

"Rude!"

A little bit. Chris grinned anyway, amused by how sensitive Krem was to tickling. He wrapped an arm around him tugged him back in for cuddling.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself." He kissed his temple gently.

He wouldn't do it again. At least, while they were in bed right now. Chris made no promises for later.

"Taking advantage of my fragile state," Krem said, quiet and teasing. He stayed poised for a moment as Chris pulled him back in, just in case. But no second wave of tickling fingers came across his skin, and he relaxed easily.

As the aftershocks of his pleasure finally worked out of his system, Krem was aware that he was still a little more sensitive and heightened than normal, but definitely not as heady and overwhelmed and desperate as he'd been when it had really picked up. He could go again, could easily get worked up again. But it was just as nice to lay there and be warm.

"Yeah." Chris nuzzled his temple. "Kind of like taking advantage of you."

Maybe they could have sex again without the drugs pumping through Krem's system. Chris would like a chance to see the other man ride him and experience more of that smart mouth.

"Take a nap. We'll change the sheets after that." He felt no desire to get up and deal with the mess right now. The Augur had given him a bed big enough for three or four people so they had some dry space to lie on.

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TDM 014: A DAY AT THE FAIR

00. Arrival

I. HAY FEVER

II. Acute Beef Poisoning

III. BRODEO

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