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TDM 020: FROSTED FLAKES
| TDM 020: FROSTED FLAKES |
Uploading user data to environmental systems. . . please wait.  Augmentations c̴̦͋o̷͓̺̘̓m̸̮̈̾́p̸̻̃l̵̠̱̤̅e̷̢̧̺͐̃̽t̸͈̓ḙ̴͙̓͘. Proceed . . .? Y/N > Y  Your eyes blink open to the blinding glare of overhead lights and the sight of a pair of glassy mechanical eyes boring into your own. The face above yours moves like liquid mercury, forming an approximation of a figure that you recognize and trust implicitly: a friend, a loved one, a caretaker. Perhaps even a god or a goddess. From its lips fall the patterns of a language that is strange and robotic, and yet familiar to you: Welcome to the N̵̩̈́̓ä̶͇́͂͘m̸̠͒e̴̞̻̾ͅl̷̹̄͝ḙ̷̺͗s̵̳͊̀ṣ̵̱̚ͅ ̶̧͒̄Í̴͔s̵̡̛̺̍̓ļ̵̥͖̄͛͌ḁ̸̳̟̒́n̵̻͑́͗d̴̩͕̰̂̊̔ Darkness overtakes you once again. I. Arrival  When you awake, you find you have washed up on the otherworldly pink sands of an impossibly beautiful beach, the tropical scenery spoiled only slightly by your seasickness. New arrivals, waterlogged and covered in sand, 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, all is available for your use. Stake your claim on a place to live in the now, whether an apartment in the City, a shack on the beach, or a bigger space at the House of Worship with friends. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each arrival's home. II. Tropical Snow  The Augur hasn't forgotten your festive needs, Islanders! Though the Island weather remains sunny and tropical, a powdery snow has begun to fall from blue skies, collecting into pristine piles overnight. Fortunately, unlike some other snowstorms Islanders might have experienced, this one won't freeze you. In fact, the temperature of the powder is perfectly pleasant, even though everything else about it is exactly as one might remember from white holidays past. It even sticks together nicely, making it absolutely perfect for snowballs, forts, and sculptures, and the 'bots encourage Islanders to enjoy this little treat from the Augur for the limited time that it will last. Even robots pelted by snowballs will chirp cheery encouragements. It is, however, a little slippery… and a bit tacky. And sweet? Catching snowflakes on your tongue has never been so rewarding. III. It Came From Above  In addition to the Island's traditional cherub dragon helpers, Islanders may notice a newcomer to the skies above: these zippy little drones, which flit about playfully and broadcast festive songs from Islander memories whilst they assist the dragonets in decorating the hospital and other public buildings in wintery colors and charming strings of lights. Make sure you mind your head, because the more mischievous of the drones have minds of their own when it comes to decorating sometimes! If you're looking a little dour, you might become the next surface wrapped up in lights and tinsel. Maybe even with someone else, for pleasant company of course! Oh, and those mistletoe bots? They seem to pick targets at will, locking on and hovering overhead until their If asked for assistance with a drone, Island robots will helpfully inform you that the drones make excellent pets! Just be sure to pick one that doesn't bite. IV. Sticky Circumstances  The robots may have made a veeerryy slight miscalculation. As time passes, the mysteriously room-temperature snow that blankets the Island begins to… well, melt. Except, it doesn't melt into water. What results instead from this well-meaning experiment is a slippery, sticky, sweet substance just like icing sugar… but everywhere. On the sidewalks, on the buildings, sliding in globs off the leaves of every palm tree. While it may taste good, and pests like ants are never a problem in paradise, it's quite a nuisance! Robots will offer credits for assistance in clean-up, rewarding especially handsomely as the mess seems to gunk up their joints. With enough help from Islanders and drones, the mess could be cleaned up within the week! If an Islander would rather just enjoy their Island-wide slip and slide, however? The 'bots won't fault them. N A V I G A T I O N |
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Gunji actually giggled. Quiet at first before erupting into a full-blown cacophony of pure, delightful, breath-stealing laughter. Hearing Chaos choke on his own panting gasps, the wetness in his lungs, mmm Gunji could feel the droplets of it, right up against his pierced ear. "Ya got the voice of an Angel...Keep talkin~" He whispered, biting his tongue as the hand behind his Chaos' head slipped down, past his shoulder and over the middle of his back, hooking a thumb into a belt loop in the back of the waist of his trousers. Tugging the fabric, twisting it up in his balled fist so that the material tightened uncomfortably so, around Chaos' crotch.
Violence and pleasure were merry bedfellows, as far as Gunji was concerned. The more worked up you got, the better it felt right? Yet, even he could appreciate something that just felt good regardless of there being pain present or not. Granted, those moments were rare to come by, but Chaos, bless his soul~ was kind enough to bestow upon the blonde, one such moment. It was that tongue. Lapping and rolling across his scars, following them like little maps, each route leading to a sensitive spot that had Gunji's leg shaking like a shitting dog. Fuck. It raised the question, what else could he do with that mouth? Shit, it raised something else too, something a bit bigger and harder to handle than a mere thought. Something that was now practically being frotted against Chaos' leg.
Gunji was gone. Pupils dilated and fixed. The blood that had been oozing out from the split in his forehead, was now heading south where it was needed more. Upon feeling the wound around his intruding fingers shift ever so slightly, he hissed and fought back. "Ah, ah, ah~ Oh no ya dont. Don't close up on me now, Bunnie~ I wanna feel ya spill ya guts~ across my cock~ when I fuck this lil wormhole wiiiiide open~" Like a corkscrew, Gunji twirled his fingers, grunting, thrusting deeper still, re-opening the parts that tried to close until his dirty fingernail scraped against bone. Yes, perfect! Now, maybe with a little more force, he could, yes, that's it! Hooking a bottom rib as he pushed the intercostal muscle out with a sickening Pop! And anchoring his finger there instead.
Giving Chaos a moment to savor the pain, nudging his cheek against the mage's in an almost nuzzling motion. "Gonna have me purrin' like a dog with talk like that." Smirking, every bit the idiot he was, lost to the sensation of the pulse, thrumming and pounding against him. Lost to the shiver from the voice splattering such pretty colors and words in his ear. What little composure he held on to, was all but gone.
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The joy of existence was a multifaceted and many splendored thing, the wonderful thing about it was that something didn't have to be mixed with anything else to be enjoyed. Even all alone by itself, something could still be worth experiencing! But then, there was very little not to like about a talented mouth in its many, many utilizations. It was a lot less high minded and transcendental then it could be made to sound, and honestly he wouldn't necessarily mind showing Gunji the full use of his mouth and tongue sometime. When they weren't both preoccupied with other matters, one thing at a time. He grunted slightly, as the cloth tightened further in his already too damn tight trousers.
"You want them out of the way, you gotta get good at multitasking." Could he help him with that? Sure, sure he could. And he even might! Maybe. The journey was the goal here, rather than the conclusion of it, and he could be just as pleased and just as fulfilled with all his clothes and a ragged sopping hole in his torso, as he could be naked and spent on the beach. He sure wouldn't be stopping Gunji either way, quite the opposite as that newly repaired arm slipped between the two of them to rest, perhaps a bit infuriatingly, right above Gunji's hard, cloth bound cock. Juuuuust above it, the pressure of his fingers applied barely a hair shy of where that poor trapped monster was.
Flesh and muscle were forced to part again, and the throaty, pained sound that rumbled past Gunji's ear was a nightmarish mixture of both suffering and bliss, a feral snarl and a moan rolled into one. His chest was full of fire, his stomach roiling, pain lancing throughout his body as Gunji intruded violently into that cavity. The blond would be treated to the sensation of muscle slithering across his fingers like a startled snake, veins slipping around and over, flesh rerouting itself to ensure him some room where he definitely didn't belong, clinging to a rib. Yeah, the boy wasn't bright, but he wasn't wandering the beach eating snow off the sand and antagonizing the citizenry here because he was looking for a mature and intellectual discussion. If you got a hand inside you during one of those, something had either gone very wrong or really, really right.
The hand that had so coyly rested barely atop the frenzied blond's crotch shifted, hooking a finger into the waistband his pants. "Don't have to rush, got all night." His voice rasped, harsh and low and almost breathless, just above a whisper with all the air he could manage to get for it. "Not going anywhere, take your time."