TDM 06

[goldmods]

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

On behalf of the house and resort, we would like to advise all Game 52 players to exercise caution around the Golden Peacock for the next few weeks. The veil between 'what is' and 'what has been' grows thin and the threads of fate have tangled in unexpected ways. We are currently observing how these two phenomena behave when they occur simultaneously and act in concert.

We advise that all guests monitor their physical states until the veil thickens once again and the threads of fate return to running parallel. If you find yourself undergoing any strange transformations, please report to the Broken Wing clinic for observation. We will do our utmost to make sure you are comfortable during this time.

You may also notice other strange phenomena around the Golden Peacock while the veil is thin. Please continue to exercise caution. New wayward spirits have joined us during this time. While spirits are crossing, it is possible for guests to get swept along into the ghostly realm.

As always, please let us know if there is anything we can do to improve your stay. 】

HEADS

BASEMENT SUITES

SQUEEZING IN

► Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals are being checked in to the rooms that have the most overall vacancies — the basement suites. Despite their small size and narrow twin beds, characters are stuffed up to three in a room. Don’t worry, that’s why the staff have thoughtfully removed the doors of every new arrival's room. It's easier to stuff inside that way, isn't it? More space for everyone!

► Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are warm autumnal plaids made of thick flannel to help keep warm through the supernatural chill. Some of these robes are more elaborate than others, with seasonal patterns like apples or pumpkins.

► Existing characters currently living in a basement suite may find one or two new arrivals taking up residence in their room. The staff appreciate your understanding and willingness to share during this influx of new guests and spike of supernatural activity! There's safety in numbers. It's to everyone's benefit, really.

ICY HALLWAYS

► The normally dirty and forgotten hallways of the basement suites are in even worse shape than usual. Yellow stains ripple down the walls, the floor is coated in dust, and there are suspicious globs of something in the corners. Their standard chilly temperature has taken a sharp plunge to freezing. Guests without any resistance to cold will find it challenging to walk around the hallways without bundling up. For those that don't have the proper clothing, the staff suggest sharing some body heat and fucking to make do. They probably shouldn't have removed all those room doors, huh...

► Don't even talk about going out and about without shoes! Stepping in one of those gloopy puddles may unexpectedly trigger a fever or other similar illness. As time passes and the supernatural grows stronger, these goopy masses will crawl the walls and drip from the ceiling. As they grow stronger, so will the physical reaction to touching them. Guests may experience any of the CLUBS effects when the sludge is especially potent.

► When walking in any of the basement suite hallways, characters may hear the ghostly whispers from the maintenance levels. They are stronger than usual and can be heard on even the rank 3 and rank 4 floors. What's more, these whispers, if directed at a particular guest, can be heard by everyone in the vicinity. Whispers may provoke, accuse, and guilt characters by targeting their insecurities or regrets. These whispers will slowly turn to screams the closer the date creeps toward October 31st.

COMMUNAL BATHROOM GHOULS

► The ghouls in particular start becoming audacious as supernatural influence strengthens. A pesky group of water ghouls have marked the basement communal bathroom as their territory. Characters who seem particularly vulnerable or aren't paying attention to their surroundings may find themselves cornered by water ghouls in the showers. The ghouls are relentless, pushing and shoving and pulling hair for shits and giggles. Those on the lower end of the rank scale will suffer the worst harassment, and they may even go out of their way to harass wildcards and 2s.

► Some especially raunchy water ghouls have taken to haunting the toilets, showers, and baths. The toilet ghouls have especially long tongues, which they stick out to get a lick of some unsuspecting ass. The bath ghouls, the most attractive of the lot, pretend to be guests and try to lure new arrivals and low ranks into a clandestine affair. The shower ghouls hide and outstretch their arms to shamelessly grab and squeeze whatever their grubby claws can touch.

► Despite the bravado, these water ghouls are not very strong and can be easily dealt with. They will run if someone overpowers them. They will flinch and hide if someone screams too loudly. And, most importantly, they're absolutely terrified of dry towels. They're supposed to be wet, damn it! Don't threaten them with being dry. Aiming a hair dryer at them is enough to get them curled on the ground in agony.

TAILS

BROKEN WING CLINIC

THE MORGUE

► Did we mention that we had some overbooking? Some unfortunate new arrivals won't be waking up in the basement suites with their peers. These guests, with a stroke of bad luck, will find themselves waking up in the morgue of the Broken Wing clinic. The morgue has never seen a real dead body before — so when waking up on morgue tray sliders, they thankfully won't be assaulted by any rancid smells.

► New arrivals waking up in the morgue will be covered with a white sheet. They will also be dressed in a standard white hospital gown, each of their big toes tagged with a cause of death. These causes of death, however, all seem to be a bit unusual. They range from 【 DIED AFTER SIX CONSECUTIVE ORGASMS, ABSOLUTE KING 】 to 【 DIED OF LITERAL EMBARRASSMENT, WHAT A DORK 】... it's not like the doctor expected you to see them!

► Some especially unlucky guests will find that the door to their tray slider is locked. The keys to all of the tray sliders, as well as several mortuary tools, are available around the room for those that are kind enough to lend these poor souls a helping hand! It's just a matter of finding them. The desk and tool areas of the morgue are shockingly messy, as if the doctors and nurses left in a rush. Wonder why that is?

ABANDONED CLINIC

► Exploration of the clinic will yield some interesting results. Despite reception advising that those affected by the veil thinning should report to the clinic for observation, Broken Wing is completely void of any medical staff. The hallways are in ruin. Cabinets with medical files are empty. The beds have no patients. Even the air is musty. Broken Wing appears to have been abandoned for a long time.

► A small stroke of good luck — even if the doctors are gone, medical and general supplies can still be found scattered throughout the clinic. Guests can utilize staff clothing if they don't want to run around in those open-back hospital gowns. Over the counter medicines and bandages are available. Guests that may have had their eye on the harder prescription stuff can take this opportunity to scrounge through the clinic's pharmacy, now that there is no pharmacist to guard the goods.

► As exciting as a clinic free for all is, guests should be careful...

WALKING UNDEAD

Loud noises echo from the clinic's basement. Thud, thud, thud — heavy footsteps resound through the otherwise eerie silence. Muffled voices come in strange breaks, as if the speakers are having difficulty moving their mouths. Slowly, from around the corners and up the stairs, a group of long-standing guests drag their bodies awkwardly toward the sounds and warmth of any "living" guests in the clinic. Blue lips gape. Their skin is waxy and strange. They stare with red and yellow eyes. Then, slowly, they begin to drag their bodies forward...

► Zombified long-standing guests have been lurking in the clinic. These zombies are hungry for flesh in all meanings of the word. Some want one, some want the other, and some want both. Though they move slowly and have little control over their dead appendages, they are relentless, and will chase any non-zombie guests through the clinic.

► However, these zombies will not leave Broken Wing. Leaving the clinic is akin to a safe getaway. Those that want to fight will find that these zombies are fairly traditional: destroying their heads will kill them.

► A bite or scratch from a zombie is a potent aphrodisiac. The guest that is bitten or scratched will similarly begin to hunger for flesh... mostly in the horny way, but if you want to play it in the hungry way, we support you. Guests will not transform into zombies from a bite or scratch. The aphrodisiac will continue to burn through their system until sexual satisfaction is achieved. Going without "the cure" with result in fever, hallucinations, chills, muscle pain, and other extremely uncomfortable symptoms.

MAIN LOBBY

THE VEIL THINS

A STRANGE MOON & ENDLESS NIGHT

► Darkness pervades the main lobby despite clocks claiming that morning hours have come. The grand chandeliers and fixtures are not working, so staff hurry to light lanterns around the central hub and connecting hallways. A strange full moon floats in the center of the lobby. This moon hovers silently, always staying close to the high ceiling, and never changes its phase even when passing days begin accumulating.

► Those that bask in the pale light of the moon for too long may begin to feel an itch of strangeness... this itch will go away once farther from the moon. Once a guest basks in the moonlight, they might feel the overwhelming urge to continue doing so. It's inexplicable how this gentle moonlight feels like it can help them become their true self.

► An endless night will continue to accompany the moon. This night covers the entire main lobby, front reception, the elevator bank, and several hallways that deposit into the lobby. While the endless night is in play, all affected areas will feel the cool breeze and unique weight of a genuine deep night. Unlike the weather and time simulations offered in the garden and vale, this night is poignantly real despite happening indoors.

THE ROOKERY SETTLES DOWN

The Rookery, the elusive wandering night market, settles down beneath the moon in the main lobby. Construction of wooden stalls takes no time at all, offering a proper shopping experience compared to their usual tents and makeshift sheets. The sellers of the Rookery are more lively than usual, their ghostly faces illuminated by the light of the moon. They aggressively boast about their wares and try to hook customers over to their booths.

► Worthwhile treasures to be found in the Rookery. Truly useful items worth haggling for.

WOODEN MASKS: Charmed wooden masks that allow the wearer to blend in seamlessly with the supernatural. Come in fox, wolf, and tanuki styles.

MAGIC TALISMANS: An assortment of talismans with elemental capabilities. A snap of fire, a dash of light, a flash of ice, and so on. Useful in a pinch.

WARDING INCENSE: A lovely scent of Jasmine that keeps the ghosts and annoying exes away. Calms even the ghosts in the basement and maintenance levels.

ZOMBIE PILLS: Another cure for the symptoms to the above Zombie bite, found under our TAILS prompt above. Will completely cure the bitten party. Unfortunately, these pills must be administered rectally.

GHOST BELL: Helps the living find a wayward ghost. Particularly useful for finding those that have been separated from their bodies when getting mixed in to the ghosts crossing.

HOLY WATER: Burns the flesh of demonic and monstrous entities. Also clears the skin of any blemishes.

► Cursed treasures to be found in the Rookery. Scam artists boldly lie about how these items are blessed despite knowing full well that they're not.

BLACK CANDLE: Burn this candle and make a wish, it will come true. In actuality, the wish will be fulfilled but in the worst way possible, a la the classic monkey's paw. It also smells bad, like cheeto feet.

BLESSED TUNIC: A tunic that will ward off any attacks from the living or the dead. In actuality, this tunic does keep people away ... but only because it makes the wearer smell pungently of body odor.

VIAL OF POWER: A draught guaranteed to improve your strength and make you more appealing, sexually. In actuality, all this liquid does is make the drinker gassy. Best guarantee is that you'll fart every three steps.

LUCKY PENNY: A significant increase in luck! Technically true... but in actuality, the luck is bad luck. Small things, like stubbing your toe or saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

A REAL SOLID GOLD RING: An exquisite piece from the ancient ages, made of pure gold that holy virgin priestesses wore when bathing in celestial light. Fake ass ring made of tinfoil. Makes your finger green.

1000 YEAR OLD WINE: The most delicious wine to ever exist! Coveted by emperors and gods alike! Tastes okay, and the alcohol content is high, but changes the drinker's voice into an embarrassing high pitch that cracks often. Also, can potentially make your ass hair grow long. Like, really long.

► Plenty of junk, knickknacks, and used clothing can also be found for reasonable prices. The sellers in the Rookery prefer to trade but will take chips since they're in such a good mood thanks to the influx of yin energy.

BACK HALLWAYS & STAIRS

OUT OF SERVICE

A LONELY GHOST (EASY MODE)

► While the moon is full in the main lobby, the elevators are out of order. Staff will ask guests to kindly use the stairs and, due to the urgency of the situation, allow them to use the special back hallways usually exclusive to staff. Back hallways have the ability to traverse great distances in the stretch of an average hallway. The downside is that these back hallways and all the stairs around the main lobby are plunged into the darkness of the moon's endless night. While there are candles, their light doesn't travel very far.

Well. That isn't the only downside.

► Though there are numerous wayward spirits passing through, one stubborn ghost sticks around to haunt the hallways and stairs. The lonely ghost takes on the appearance of a charming young man or woman before approaching guests to ask, "Am I pretty? Will you kiss me?" A negative response will result in continued persistence and sobbing while a positive result will result in frenzied joy.

► No matter the form the lonely ghost is taking, when it steps forward to try and initiate a kiss, its mouth will trisect open and unfurl several slimy tubes. Even with this hideous transformation its eyes will glitter with adoration and hope as it leans in for a passionate smooch... it can't help that it was born this way! It just wants love too!

► The ghost will chase would-be lovers through the hallways, a la Scooby Doo. However, escaping the lonely ghost isn't difficult, and it will change targets when it spots someone else to pursue.

A LONELY MONSTER (INTENSE MODE)

...drip... drip... drip...
► In the deepest corridors and the darkest corners lurks another creature. It scuttles across the ceiling, dripping slime from its maw and curled tentacles, waiting for unsuspecting guests to pass by with delightful anticipation. This tentacled monster is more aggressive than the lonely ghost, looking to snatch up anyone it can find and steal them away to its sticky nest. This monster is greedy and willing to snatch up as many guests as it possibly can.

► This tentacle creature is extremely fast and aggressive. It will chase its prey through the hallways with incredible speed. Its flesh is difficult to pierce, though not impossible. Bloody it up enough and it'll scuttle away to tend to its wounds before heading back out again looking for prey.

► However, this monster isn't looking to eat its captured victims. No, no, no. Stop crying, beloved captured prey. It just so happens to be this monster's breeding season. The lonely monster will use its tentacles to pleasure its captured prey and, potentially, lay its eggs inside particularly suitable guests. Don't worry — if you like tentacles but not so much the eggs, this monster is particular about the mother(s) of its monster cubs. It won't take anyone. Only those that especially catch its eye.

► Not that there will be any monster cubs. Unfortunately, this tentacle monster really needs another tentacle monster to properly raise a family. Any guests imbued with eggs will be left to shit them out. Thankfully, they're on the small side.

THE ELEVATORS

Wait... weren't the elevators out of order?

► Throughout the next few weeks there will be clear signs and posts around the elevator bank that the elevators are not currently in service and that guests should use the back hallways and stairs. However, at random times, the elevators will appear to be fully functional. Their doors will slide open in front of guests, emitting an inviting glow out into the darkness. The door will remain open until someone steps inside.

► Any guests brave enough to ignore all of the classic horror movie signs that these elevators are possessed as hell will be locked inside once the door closes. A childish giggle rings inside before the elevator plunges into darkness and everything jerks wildly. Elevators will play the classic tower of terror prank of plunging for several floors before spitting guests out in a random location. If the ghost is feeling particularly cheeky, it may spit its prisoners out somewhere they would really hate to be.

MONSTER MASH

ITCH BENEATH THE SKIN

OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE

► Guests that spend too much time amongst the wandering spirits or who end up swept along with a group of them hurrying into a wall may find themselves knocked out of their bodies and forced into ghost form. Their bodies will collapse while their spirit is swept away into the resort.

► While in spirit form, guests can do everything a ghost can! They can walk through walls, possess or haunt their friends, and even infiltrate the dreams of other guests. Whatever ghostly tropes you would like to lean into, including the Patrick Swayze love experience, are at your disposal.

► The longer they're away from their body, however, the harder it will be to readjust to the flesh. There's also the small issue of staff picking up any "dead" bodies and shipping them over to the morgue. If they spend too long playing outside, wayward spirit guests may have to head over to the morgue to find their body (please see TDM prompt Arrival, Tails for details on why this sucks for them).

MOONFLUENCE

► The moon grows stronger after several days of gathering strength in the main lobby. Those that have basked in its light, even if it was only for a short while, may begin to feel that itch again... only this time it does not abate. The sensation becomes maddening, rippling beneath the flesh without restraint. Then — suddenly — it breaks free.

► Guests are transforming into monsters of all kinds under the influence of the moon. There is no limit on the type of monster that guests can transform into. Some guests may transform into vampires and weres while others may turn into dragonkin and tentacle monsters. The moon does not discriminate. Players are welcome to turn their characters into any kind of creature or monster they would like.

► Transformations do not need to be complete. Guests may have half or partial transformations. Transformations also vary in duration; a guest could potentially turn into several monsters over the course of the moon's rise in the main lobby. A guest could be a werewolf for an hour and shift into a vampire the next. Of course, a guest could also remain a werewolf for the entire duration of the moon's influence. This moon really loves some chaos.

► Any guests undergoing monster transformation may also utilize any of the DIAMONDS effects. In typical Golden Peacock fashion, transformations can also automatically come with intense arousal to get these guests into the freaky monster fuckin' spirit.

THE VALE

OVERGROWN WILDS

INFLUX

► In an effort to keep the monster situation under control, and to avoid mass destruction of the Golden Peacock, staff are attempting to corral any transformed guests into the vale. Of course, there's no way for them to get nearly half of the transformed guests in there, but some of the monsters seem to enjoy the more natural ambiance the vale provides.

► As more and more guests transform into monsters, the staff have little choice but to place advertisements for monster hunters. The job is easy enough: anyone who has not been transformed qualifies and the job description is to drag monsters into the vale for containment. Monster hunters will earn a medium payout for every transformed guest they toss into the vale. Monster hunters that fuck the monster before tossing them into the vale will receive an additional large payment.

► Transformed guests that turn back to their normal form will be allowed to leave the vale. Not that the staff can actually do much to stop them from leaving when they're monsterized, to begin with...

TERRAIN

► The vale has been shifted into night mode for the next few weeks to accommodate the newly turned monster guests. A full moon hangs overhead, though unlike the monster moon in the main lobby, this moon is digitized on the overhead panels for the sake of ambiance.

► A thick fog perpetually runs through the forest and weather simulations such as rain and snow rotate on a timer to provide a realistic experience. Every type of weather common during autumn/winter rotates through the vale.

► Caverns, caves, alcoves, and other earthy terrain stretches across the base of the vale. Tall trees with giant gnarled roots provide shelter. Bioluminescent mushrooms light the way in the darkness of simulated night. A long river runs through the vale. There are also several small ponds where these rivers lead to, as well as a couple of small waterfalls.

PACK MENTALITY

► Monsters of the same type may experience a resonance, or pack mentality, triggering any of the HEARTS effects between them. For example, canine-based monsters may feel unexpected fondness toward each other and be inclined to create a pack or share a den. Feline-based monsters may feel affectionate and groom one another. Aquatic-based creatures may feel that lightning shock of love at first sight. You get the idea!

► Resonance that triggers a Hearts effect can occur between monsters of different types but it's less common. Like calls to like, and monsters of the same or similar types will be naturally drawn toward one another.

SMOKED EGG

DEN OF THE BLOODTHIRSTY

THE COVEN

► Some of the civilized monsters refuse to be caught in the vale. Particularly, a coven a vampires has flooded into the Smoked Egg and transformed it into a den of debauchery. Gone are the gauzy curtains and pillows, replaced with stark red and black upholstery that lends itself to the vampiric aesthetic. The smoke, however, remains a haze over the lounge. This smoke is imbued with a relaxant to help loosen up any "prey" that wanders into their den.

► As far as prey goes — any creature that isn't a vampire applies. Prey will be doted upon and coaxed with the hopes of being fed upon. All those who come to the Smoked Egg will be encouraged to dip into hedonism with the coven and join in the sensual vampire orgy. Clothing in the lounge is optional, with many couples making love right in the open where other guests can watch.

► Guests that have turned into vampires, or were vampires to begin with, will be warmly welcomed by the coven. All vampires are capable of turning other guests into vampires through siring — this ritual involves exchanging blood between the master and sire, and will create an empathic bond between them. Vampires of the coven are happy to teach newly turned vampires how to do this trick if they don't already know. While guests can still shift from a vampire into another monster under the moon's influence, or return to a normal human, this empathic bond with their "creator" could potentially remain indefinitely.

VAMPIRIC LUXURIES

► The bar is stocked with numerous blood-based cocktails. Some blood has been collected in bottles, while other drinks are made from the blood of live and willing donors. The cocktails run the gambit of accompanying effects — players may select any SPADES effects for drinks at the vampiric bar.

► Though the core coven that have taken up residence in the Smoked Egg seem to be exhibitionists, there are numerous back rooms for those that prefer some privacy. Rather than traditional beds, however, guests will find luxurious coffins. There's nothing quite like fucking in a coffin, is there? Especially an upright one!

► We can't forget the vampire's pride and joy: the blood pool. This pool is filled with 100% bona fide blood, perfect for a round of fucking or just some relaxation. This pool is kept at a warm temperature because cold blood just isn't as good. Non-vampire guests will be encouraged to add some blood to the pool. It's the least you can do after being waited on hand and foot, after all.

BALANCE RETURNS

TIME TO TAKE THAT PTO

THE HOUSE TAKES A VACATION

► Between getting pummeled by guest shenanigans earlier in the month and then managing an invasive monster moon, the house is exhausted. Even near-omnipotent manifestations have a bottom line. Since the house isn't really going anywhere it's more accurate to call this a staycation, but either way, it's not taking any calls for a while.

► A general notice will flash on the electronic bulletin boards that due to overwork, the usual staff have also been granted paid time off by the house. Given how haggard the receptionists, bellhops, and cleaners all look after cleaning the Peacock from head to toe after overwhelming monster mischief, it's a much needed break. The Golden Peacock, after great efforts, is restored to semi-normal from most monster-caused damage. Some reminders remain, like those scuff marks that won't come out no matter how hard the cleaners scrub.

► During this time, the house will not be causing any mischief and harassing guests. It's a time of decompression for everyone. Right about now it's sitting back with a glass of whiskey and wondering why these recent guests have been such a handful compared to years past. It's almost like they don't want to lose themselves in hedonism and debauchery!

THE B-TEAM

► Of course, the house won't leave the Golden Peacock totally unmanned. The guests still need tending to! During this rest period, temps and back of house staff that don't typically work front of house are filling customer service roles. You know what that means: minor inconveniences abound.

► The B-team is nowhere near as good as the usual staff. Simple mistakes are more common during this time. Deliveries are sent to the wrong suites, the wrong dining service arrives, the towels aren't washed, and the front desk knows literally nothing outside of the basic function of checking guests in. It's not even worth asking when the house will be back, let alone asking for some other manager. But after the chaos of the past month, maybe these small annoyances aren't all that bad?

► The house will be back! ... Later. For now, the Golden Peacock is quiet, even the most party-hard guests fatigued from the past year of fun. What's to come? You'll just have to wait and see.

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: aphrodisiac; biting; blood; body horror; coercion; death (referenced); dubcon; fear; furries; ghosts; horror themes; monsters; noncon; orgy; oviposition; scratching; tentacles; transformation; vampires; wounds; undead; xeno; zombies

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's October event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from October 15th - November 3rd. All supernatural phenomenon will increase in strength over time, culminating in peak activity on All Hallows' Eve. The days following Halloween will relax, leading into eventual normalcy. Some locations are spared the supernatural frenzy, so players can play as normal if they wish to avoid these tropes/prompts. Players may assume that the supernatural come and go in the above specifically incorporated locations.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate. This TDM in particular has the potential to get real wild, so we want to emphasize this request!

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

▶ Go forth and let your freak flag fly!

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

for pyrolyzed | Hell-evator + Lonely Monster

[erbe]

[With the resort going to "hell in a hand basket", Rin immediately pulled Fuuta aside and insisted on escorting him up to her room rather than tossing him in the Vale. Not only is she curious in collecting samples (she hasn't told him this yet) but she also doesn't want the poor guy who can barely manage to raise his fists without trembling to get pushed around by anyone else.

As the elevators are working, Rin doesn't even bother taking the stairs. The staircases in The Golden Peacock are a pain in their own right, so as chaotic as the resort is now... taking any trip seems like a roll of the dice whether you make it there unscathed or not. After ushering him in, Rin presses the button for their floor.

Everything seems to go smoothly for the first few moments. However a sudden jerk stops the elevator car, and everything is still for a second. For two. And then, by the third breath, the lift begins to drop. A free fall with no bottom in sight. Tohsaka acts fast — her arm reaches out to yank Fuuta close to her, and quickly she begins chanting a spell. Her left arm begins to glow bright blue as she starts attempting to erect a bounded field to protect them. Yet before she can finish, the elevator doors fly open, and the car tilts unnaturally to spit them out. Like a pair of dice getting tossed out unto the betting table.

Together they roll and tumble. Their momentum taking them deeper into the poorly lit nest of... something. It's damp, sticky, and sounds of a creature beginning to stir can be heard. After all, why wouldn't it be interested in the new movement disturbing its nest?]

[pyrolyzed]

[ See? See?! He'd told her this was unnecessary?

Bolstered by the ridiculous, hot-headed confidence his transformation had granted him, Fuuta sure had put up a fight when Rin had first tried to coax him back to the suites. The rooms are boring, after all. He wants to roam, he wants to hunt, he wants to prod at people for something fun. In fact, the rooms are even worse than being herded into the Vale, where at least he'd have other monsters to pester? But -- fine. In the end, it was only the thought that maybe the invitation up to her room was an invitation for something else that had gotten Fuuta to tag along with her, grumbling the entire time as he stepped into the elevator car.

And now look where they are.

The initial fall has Fuuta shrieking in abject terror; too bad his transformation can't help him, no matter how he flails and tries to rake his talons into the elevator's walls, like that's about to do anything if they're about to crash. Too rattled to even realize what Rin is doing, he reflexively wraps his tail around her like some sort of anchor, maintaining that hold even as the elevator spits them out onto that squishy cushion. Even as he starts to recover from the impact, shaking his head and spitting out mouthfuls of slime as he starts propping himself back up on his arms. ]

What even -- you know, I bet this was your fault! [ Some things never change, apparently, transformation or not. Of course Fuuta immediately bitches and gripes at Rin, even as his tail takes its sweet time in unwinding from around her midriff. ] I bet it's your stupid tech ... curse ... thing that pissed off the elevator! Where even are we now?!

[ So distracted by his own indignant squawking, he doesn't even notice the tentacles starting to creep towards them out of the shadows. ]

[erbe]

[Tohsaka simply groans. Rather than follow him and get upright fully, she instead simply props herself up on her elbows and tries to take a look around. It's difficult to take stock of where they are. With the lighting so abysmal it's taking a while for her eyes to adjust. If she had any reason to suspect they'd end up severely hurt? Maybe she'd enhance her sight with magecraft. However as things are she only tries to scoot up into a mere sitting position.]

I don't know. Are you hurt?

[The way his tail loops around her is... cute. It's solid, comforting, and gives her a sense of relief to know they're still together. However it worries her. He doesn't like clinging because of whatever complex he has about his masculinity, so she's concerned something might be wrong. It doesn't even occur to her it might just be Fuuta's true feelings.

The slick noises of the moving creature are odd, and she does hear them. However with Fuuta's loud protests it's hard to distinguish them as a separate entity from either herself or him moving around. Her eyes catch glistening wetness, but she cannot tell if this whole room is simply wet, or if a wet creature has instead surrounded them.]

We can probably find a way out if we're both not severely injured. Jeez, it's pretty gross in here, isn't it?

[pyrolyzed]

[ Unfortunately for Fuuta, he's yet to acclimate to this additional features, and so they are much more honest than he is. Which is to say: yes, the tail-clinging is real, as is the way it unwinds from Rin with great reluctance, parting from her only when Fuuta starts sitting up as he gingerly rubs at his chest. ]

... no.

[ Which is remarkable, actually? A fall like that probably should have left him wheezing and hacking for a few minutes from the impact against his busted ribcage. But thankfully it just aches a little at the moment; as a whole, he feels a lot more resilient in this state, almost enough that he wishes it'd stick around a bit. ]

Don't think I'm hurt or anything. Just ... ugh. Covered in this -- stuff. [ He can't help making a noise of disgust as he starts to rise, his sweatpants peeling away from the ground(?) with an audible noise, trailing ropes of that viscous slime. ] What is this shit. Let's get out of here.

[ But the moment he starts taking a step forward -- Fuuta immediately faceplants back onto the ground with a very wet thwap and an undignified 'oof!' It takes a glance back at his feet for him to realize that there's some sort of ... vine? A slippery rope wrapped around his ankle, slowly squeezing at him. Skin rising with goosebumps, he promptly twists around to try and yank it off himself, but ... ]

-- hey, Rin. Help me get this thing off. It's, like -- [ slippery, for one thing, making it hard to get a good grasp on. But even more than that, ] -- really caught tight.

[erbe]

Sure, just hold still so I don't—

[Before she can even get on her knees, something wet and strong spirals itself around her leg in a flash. The sudden grip makes her yelp, but what makes her scream is the unexpected yank that pulls her away from Fuuta. Her body glides along the slippery floor of the nest as the darkness and shadow envelop her completely. To poor Fuuta it may look like she's been devoured completely. Especially since all sounds from her seem to stop.

For now the creature keeps her in the dark. Using a writhing mass of tentacles to restrain her limbs and silence her mouth. Its hide may be soft and squishy to the touch when relaxed, but when tensed the muscle is firm and its hide nigh impenetrable. Or at least, it withstands her attempts to bite it without even flinching.

Meanwhile on Fuuta's end more tendrils reach out. Slithering up in an exploratory fashion as they seek to restrain him too. Curling, gripping, smearing that sticky fluid that absorbs into clothes and skin. Covering and soaking him. Is it a type of saliva that helps start the digestive process, or is it something else?]

[pyrolyzed]

Wh -- Rin?! [ It happens so fast that he barely realizes what's happened. One moment Rin's there, and the next -- she's just gone. Yanked into the darkness. ] Rin?! Rin, what --

[ Oh god. Oh fuck. What happened. And as he feels tentacles starting to wind around him, he realizes -- they're on top of something. Some fucking -- hentai tentacle monster. Oh god. Did it eat her? Did it eat Rin? But nobody dies here, right? She's going to come back? Or do the resort's stupid anti-death mechanisms only work if there's a full body? Is that startled look on her face the last thing he's going to remember about her? ]

Rin! Fucking answer me, if you're out there! -- let go, you stupid -- !

[ He needs to get to her. Maybe -- maybe she'll still be okay, if he can get whatever it is that swallowed her to puke her back up. That's how it works, right? In movies, if anyone gets eaten whole by a monster, they're always fine once they're pulled out! Yeah, it'll work out! She'll be okay!

Driven by sheer panic and desperation, Fuuta actually puts up a decent fight, clawing and snapping at the various tentacles starting to wind around him, even managing to rip a few off of him as he starts scrambling forth in the direction Rin had been taken. Too bad it just ends up pissing off the tentacle monster, which doesn't have much patience for his 'antics.' The tendrils all withdraw for a moment, only to be replaced by a single large one that simply wraps around Fuuta's ankle, trapping his tail in the same grasp, and lifts him aloft like that. Leaving him to flail and claw at mid-air, yowling the whole time.

A little show that Rin can admire(?) as the tentacles begin their work on her, as well, starting to explore her body in steady motions, smearing a liberal portion of that slime on her during the process. ]

[erbe]

[Perhaps finally making the decision to enhance her sight with magecraft was a bad idea. Did she really need to watch Fuuta dangle in the air like some plaything as he desperately screamed for her? She wants to assure him. Wants to call out and say she's fine. Yet the tentacle across her mouth like a flat muzzle prevents her from assuaging his fears. And the more slime that soaks into her skin the less will she has to fight back. The writhing mess of tendrils that shift and rub against Rin tease forth a desire she curses herself for. A curiosity she wishes she could swallow back. Yet even through fear and disgust she can feel it — that familiar, budding ache.

While the beast was right to immobilize Rin first, it finds Fuuta quite irritating. Because of that, it wastes no time plugging up that howling hole. While he's shouting a tapered limb of the creature's dashes into Fuuta's mouth and begins sliding purposefully against his tongue. It knows the slippery coating it secretes helps ease its prey into a more pliant form, so this has the benefit of shutting him up and hopefully calming him down. All the while other tentacles feel around him. Tugging at his clothes and slithering underneath him. Searching for bare skin and heat.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ Smart move from the beast. Especially since Fuuta really is more bark than bite -- and the moment that tentacle thrusts into Fuuta's mouth, stifling all of his snarling and snapping, there's no much more he can do.

He does try to bite at first, of course, almost by reflex. But even his jagged teeth, further sharpened by his transformation, can't penetrate through those tentacle's rubbery exterior and protective layer of slime. Only irritated by the gnawing, the creature thrusts a few times; Fuuta chokes, jolts, gags as a few globs of that viscous substance are pummeled down his throat, before coming up wheezing and hacking as soon as the tentacle retreats. When it next rubs against his tongue, he can't muster the strength to bite any more, not when there's an agonizing heat starting to spread outwards from his stomach. All he can do is moan weakly around that slippery shape pressing against his tongue. ]

Nnh ... Rin ...

[ It's frankly infuriating, how it feels like his body's becoming disconnected from his mind, a strange floaty sensation overtaking his nerves and leaving him limp and shivering in the creature's clutches. And it's not like he's forgotten his priorities -- he needs to find Rin, to get her out of here quick, so that maybe she'll be okay, but ...

As Rin watches, Fuuta's starting to succumb to the various tentacles' ministrations, only shuddering and squirming as they slip under his clothes, the fabric bulging and stretching obscenely around their shapes. A perfect mirror for their loving treatment towards her, the threads of her shirt starting to strain and pop as a pair of tentacles squeeze around her breasts, massaging and kneading in rhythmic undulations. ]

[erbe]

[He calls her name, and she tries crying out back. Muffled noises that ring in her throat signal she's still alive, but where she is...

All she can do is watch. Watch as those tentacles fondle and explore him. Smear against his skin and tease his flesh. Even if his clothes hide it, the scene is almost more tantalizing with implication that way. Especially since she can feel the way those tendrils move against her. Understanding what the tentacles want, and realizing they're not in any real danger, kills her will to fight back.

Instead desire takes the forefront of her thoughts as she doesn't struggle against the tentacles curled around and spreading her legs. There is no fight to shake them off or hurt them. Instead all she tries to do is attempt crawling to get back to Fuuta. He shouldn't be worried. He doesn't deserve to be so afraid—

The first thing to go is Fuuta's hoodie. So big and baggy that it's easily yanked right off him without even tearing. Next the tentacles begin tugging at his clothes. After all, it cannot play with its potential mates in tandem if so many barriers exist. Yet that doesn't stop the other dark, ink-black limbs from continuing to write and search under his clothes. Slipping under fabric and seeking warm flesh — eagerly slithering between the cheeks of his ass to start its preparations for it's main goal.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ It feels good, admittedly. The tentacles seem to know exactly what they're doing as they slither across his body, leaving tracks of warmth in their wake, and a low whine escapes him as his hoodie's cast aside, the cool of the air against his skin making his nerves spike. It feels good, it does. But -- he doesn't want to feel good.

Not until he hears that muffled whimper from out in the dark.

Fuuta jerks in the tentacle's grasp so sharply that he earns a thrust against his tongue in gentle admonishment, but he doesn't even care about that. Even as he swallows back more of that sickly-sweet slime, feeling his mouth watering from its effects, he looks in Rin's direction, tracking where that muffled voice had come from; his own words emerge as little more than a garbled moan, but his body language nonetheless makes it obvious what he's feeling.

Relief.

Because -- that means Rin's okay, right? This monster's some sort of ridiculous hentai tentacle monster (because of course it is, given this place), so it means Rin's safe, right? She didn't get eaten? Ah. Thank fuck. Thank fuck he didn't watch her get eaten whole by a monster. Fuuta sags in the tentacle's grasp; between the slime's effects and the overwhelming relief settling over him, he can't even muster any resistance as he feels that tentacle starting to circle around his entrance, only shivering at the sensation. ]

[erbe]

[Good, good. The way his body relents in his relief seems to signal something to that writhing mass of tentacles, and not long after his resistance crumbles does the creature start moving them closer together. The wet noises echo in the den as the monster recognizes the two as a pair. Carefully making sure that they'll eventually be together.

All the while it doesn't stop its ministrations. Carefully teasing that tight ring of muscle between Fuuta's cleft — ensuring that bit by bit he loosens up. After all, with such pathetic protests that were easily mollified, how could these two not be perfect little seed beds? Warm, soft hosts meant for catch-and-release breeding. So the tip of a tapered tentacle gently prods at his ass as two textured tendrils find Fuuta's pert nipples. Gently rubbing them and pulling away so he can feel the cool air of the nest briefly before they return again to tease once more.

Fuuta will hear another noise from Rin. This time a muffled moan as one of the warm, wet limbs finds the sensitive nub of her clit and slides against it. At first simply to part her lower lips, but when the creature elicits another pleased noise from her the second time it begins targeting that spot in earnest. Rin squirms, and the tentacle at her mouth pulls away. Instead it coils itself messily in her hair to hold her head back. To perfectly position her to watch Fuuta as the monster gets fed up and tears his bottoms off. Bursting the fabric at the seams and eagerly discarding it.]

Fuuta...

[When she calls to him her voice is thick and heady, just like the atmosphere of this tentacle pit.]

[pyrolyzed]

'in!

[ He'd been blearily tracking the movements of the tentacles around him, squinting at the gleaming lengths through the murky lighting, but Fuuta whips his head around the moment he catches a glimpse of her. Of course, he earns another gently thrust down his throat in admonishment, the tentacles feeding him an extra glob of that calming slime to ensure he won't be causing a fuss; Fuuta ends up gagging, choking that dose down, and it's only when his body goes further boneless with a hard shudder that the tentacle deems him sufficiently pacified and withdraws from his mouth. ]

Nnh, Rin -- you're okay? You're okay. [ Embarrassingly, he sounds a bit like he's going to cry. Not helped by the squeeze of tentacles at his chest making his voice waver. Fuuta has to fight back a sharp whine when they pinch at his nipples, his whole body going taut in the tentacles' grasp before he goes slack at their release. ] You should've -- said something sooner. I really thought ... you got eaten or something. Seriously ...

[ Aah, god, his head's a mess.

His thoughts feel fuzzy, his focus pulled in a half-dozen different directions at once -- to the caressing of his chest, to the squeezing at his limbs, to the prodding at his ass, to the sight of that tentacle lewdly sliding itself between Rin's lower lips, teasing, tantalizing, but not slipping in just yet. He'd been staring for a moment, slack-jawed and drooling from the heady sensation making his words peter off, and it's only when he feels his pants being shredded that Fuuta jolts in the tentacles' grasp. ]

Wait -- don't look. [ How hypocritical, when he can't tear his own eyes away from the sight of Rin slowly being worked loose and open. Too little and too late, he haplessly tries to hide himself, squirming weakly in the tentacles' grasp. They grip at him all the more firmly in response, and Fuuta whines in protest as his mouth is filled once more. ] 'on't ...

[erbe]

[Don't look he says, but watching him is her only saving grace in this horror. She tries to get closer to him, and at first the creature with all its overwhelming strength tries to stop her, but when she starts using magecraft to enhance her limbs just enough to make it forward, it decides to relent. With a bit of shifting the two are re-arranged on a bed of writhing tentacles. Wet and ever undulating beneath them.

Slimy, spiraling, they keep firm hold of both Rin and Fuuta's limbs. The one resisting the most, Fuuta, is more tightly bound. Keeping him bare and spread eagle as each slick tendril holds his arms, legs, his tail out of the way so it has access to his entrance. On Rin, however, the hold is soft. Making sure to rub and massage her flesh, yes, but allowing her to move and lean over Fuuta. After all, she's more willing - more compliant - when allowed to see him. Touch him.

And touch him she does. She shoes away the tentacle in his mouth for now, and gazes longingly at him in this dimly lit nest. He may only be able to see her features vaguely depending on his vision in this darkness, but she can see him clearly with her reinforced eyesight.]

No, if it's going to be like this we should both look. Watch me, too.

[She takes his face in her hands, covered in the mucosal fluid, to steady his face and kiss him. Her tongue pushing its way into his mouth and paying no mind to his teeth. No, she's compelled to kiss and suck at what that monster left in his mouth. Sharing in that aphrodisiac that sets her nerves ablaze and sparks enough desire in her that she willingly rolls her hips to chase that sweet friction against the tentacle between her legs.]

[pyrolyzed]

Nngh, but -- !

[ It's not like he really doesn't want to see. A guilty and hungry part of him does want to see, of course. Though it's probably not as sharp as Rin's night vision, Fuuta's transformation has granted him some level of ability to see in the dark, and his gaze flits guilty from Rin's face, then away, then back again as she approach. He's so painfully conscious of the tendrils still wound around her body, the layer of slime glistening upon her pale skin, the flush of her cheeks -- conscious of how hot it all looks -- and Fuuta tries to look away when Rin first leans in.

Not that he resists for long, though.

Already worked up by the tentacles' diligent ministrations, Fuuta crumbles the moment Rin's lips meet his. Whatever meager fight he'd been putting up melts away in an instant, giving way to a needy whine and a surge forth as he tries to kiss her back, tongue coiling hungrily against her own and sharp teeth trying to nip at her lip. Distracted by the intoxicating sensory feedback of that kiss, Fuuta's resistance against the tentacles' tugging and rubbing wavers, and of course, they aren't about to let that chance slip by.

Fuuta abruptly gives a hard jolt, and Rin might feel a harder nip against her tongue accompanied by a choked whimper. And if she looks down, she might spot the way one of those tentacles has started easing its way into Fuuta's body ... under the dripping, flushed shape of his two hemipenes, where they jut stiffly into the air. Of course, the tentacles are eager to take their share of both of them, the one rubbing against Rin's folds also redoubling its efforts, and Fuuta squirms in abject embarrassment as the one inside him matches those diligent movements. ]

This is so fucked up ...

[ He mumbles that complaint between ragged breaths, but his delivery lacks its usual bite. Fuuta can't muster the breath to sound properly vitriolic when he can see, can hear the way that tentacle rubs itself against Rin's pussy, trailing viscous strings of that lubricating slime as it teases against her entrance. Threatening to push in, but gliding past to feather over her clit instead, then back, then forward once more. ]

[erbe]

[Tohsaka can't help but be enraptured by the sight he provides for her. The desperate twist of emotions on his face, the yearning hunger that colors them, and the rhythmic way his body moves with the undulation of the tentacles restraining and entering him. Fuuta breaks their kiss to rise a grievance, but all Rin can do is stare greedily at the dual cocks his new body sports. Jutting up into the air and bobbing with how he moves.]

Yeah, but it could be worse, right? Unless it tries to eat us... I think this might be our safest be—

["Bet," is all but lost as her voice is lost to a drawn out moan. Each time the slippery limb rubbing between her legs teases at her core, Rin tilts her hips and tries to push back on it. Fuuta will see how even she tries to fuck herself on the tip, but each time she's denied. Instead finding friction more forward to her clit once more. It makes her ache. Her body yearning to feel that sweet relief of penetration. To indulge in the way it would spread out her muscles and fill her oh-so-solidly.

Rin, too, gets a taste of the creature's 'help'. The same inky-black tendril that filled Fuuta's mouth darts in Rin's when she lets her jaw hang open in from her moan. Quickly the inside of her mouth and throat is coated in the stuff. A small complaint in the form of gurgling rises in her throat, but it doesn't last for long. Eventually she swallows, willingly, while their lustful "caretaker" increases its attentions on Fuuta.

Like slithering snakes two tendrils slink and sway down toward his torso. As each gentle push into his ass inches more of the large tentacle inside him, the two limbs above his torso split like a blossoming flower. Four petals split on each revealing a a small throat-like hole. Sticky liquid drools from each. Falling to Fuuta's chest and splattering wet. Then, suddenly, in a violent motion they strike. The split petals are padded with fleshy nubs that massage the surrounding area of his nipples. At the same time those throaty tubes seal around the center of those pink peaks. The suction doesn't start immediately. Instead the monster lets its rolling, slimy nodules caress and tease the surrounding areola.

What lovely little seedbeds they'll both make, but first it needs them to want it. There's no point in laying eggs if they'll just be rejected by the breeding stock.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ Mortifyingly, his cocks twitch sharply the moment Rin's voice peters off into that syrupy moan. Fuuta, of course, had looked back over on reflex -- which turns out to be a mistake, since now he can't take his eyes back off her. The twisting of her body, the taut pull of her stomach when she angles her hips to rub against the tentable, the gleam of sticky fluids being rubbed over her skin. It all makes for an arresting sight, and Fuuta finds himself swallowing thickly at the sight of that tentacle pushing itself between Rin's lips.

It's not like he's really into tentacle stuff. It's just -- any guy would be aroused by this sort of situation, right? It's not like he's messed up for this?

Anyway, he doesn't have the mental bandwidth to fret over that for long. ]

Huh -- wha -- [ Fuuta freezes up like a deer caught in the headlights when those tentacles split before him, his thoughts whirring sluggishly through a quagmire of pleasure. The drizzle of fluid earns a shake of the head and a little squirm. ] -- don't -- [ Then comes the strike. ] -- aah, don't!

[ Oh god. It's gotta be the fault of whatever that fluid was, but his chest feels so sensitive it's almost painful. Just the roll of those flushy nubs over his chest has Fuuta giving a startled scream as his back arches, hips jerking forth. They don't just stop with that, either. Those tantalizing movements continue, rolling that tactile sensation over his nipples in time with that tentacle shifting inside him, shallowly easing just in past his entrance before almost backing out. A maddening cocktail of sensations spilling through his nerves, with the looming threat that things will probably only escalate from here.

Fuuta's docile obedience rapidly gives way to wanton squirming as he jolts and squirms and whines from the assault on his senses. And made honest in this overtaxed state, he isn't thinking at all when his tail slips out of the tentacles' grasp, snaking forward to entwine around whatever of Rin that he can reach, circling around her ankle in a needy grip. ]

[erbe]

[The muscles of her throat work, and she almost gags against the tentacle pouring its mind-numbing fluid down her gullet. When that slick limb pulls free of her mouth, she wears a glazed look on her face. Hazy, relaxed, and the corners of her lips tug into a lazy smile. An expression that deepens upon seeing her companion jerk and squirm before her.]

It really likes you, doesn't it? That's okay. I'd pick you too.

[Tohsaka leans in to kiss him again. To feel his uneven teeth dig roughly into her. To swallow those pathetic whines and eat up his pitiful desperation. Because he's cute. Because even beyond the haze of lust and desire, she's glad he's here. She's glad he's not alone, and she's glad it's him. He wouldn't dare tell another soul, and for that she can at least be a bit more calm about this. She can at least take comfort in the fact that they won't be eaten, and rather than stressing about the rest she can just be.

So while the tentacles between her legs continue to tease her, they also begin prodding between her cheeks. Pressing into that tight back door while it continues teasing and denying her front. There's no protest mounted by Rin. Merely frustration with the teasing and a guttural moan that draws out into her kiss with Fuuta as the creature sinks slowly into her ass. All the while she reaches — her hand groping around to either press on his abdomen and feel how the monster fills him, or to take hold of one of those mesmerizing new cocks Fuuta has.

As if the bombardment of sensation wasn't enough, the poor redhead will have to continue to have his nerves fraying. The tendrils latched onto his nipples begin suckling the moment the creature tests pushing deeper into his ass. Seeking a spot sure to keep its offspring from spilling out, but also provide a pleasant pressure for the host. Because if those lovely little seedbeds are too consumed with pleasure, they won't have the wherewithal to address the horrors.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ Seriously? Seriously??? ]

Is now really the time t -- [ The urge to yap give Fuuta momentary clarity of mind, but only barely. He has to swallow back the noises rising from the back of his throat, taking a ragged gasp before he can continue. ] -- to -- to go on about that ... popularity thing you think I -- nngh ...

[ Probably for the best that Rin kisses him then, forcing him to swallow back the next words lingering on his tongue. And by the time their lips part to give him room to breathe, his thoughts have once more scattered so thin that he can't really string words together any more.

It's like the creature is taking a strategic approach to this, those tentacles at his chest suckling at his nipples until his entire body's pulled taut as a bowstring, muscles tensed so hard that he's shaking. And the moment that the suction eases off and he goes slack in response, the strength draining completely from him, the tentacle in his ass takes the chance to dig a little deeper inside him. Then back to that maddening stimulation to his chest, back and forth, until that thick tendril is crammed so deep inside that his entrails feel cramped; Fuuta finds himself gasping for air when the tentacles at his chest next lay off, drool stringing from his lips as that pressure swells a little deeper. Deep enough that Rin might feel the faintest stir of movement beneath her palm when she brushes her hand across his stomach, a little preview of what awaits her as well, with that tendril in her ass also slowly easing its way inwards. ]

H -- [ It's with great effort that Fuuta abruptly chokes out between moans. ] -- hand. Your hand.

[ Not a request, but a demand. The moment Rin moves her hand at all, Fuuta grabs at it with clammy desperation. The other can stay around his cocks, providing a comforting distraction when he reflexively bucks his hips, but the one hand he's grabbed, he refuses to let go. It's the only thing keeping him sane as he endures another round of overstimulation from the tentacles at his chest. ]

[erbe]

[Hand... he has her hand. It's difficult to think beyond this moment. A monumental task to consider consequences and realities outside this writhing, slippery world of constant stimulation. Because of that Rin has no protest. Instead she accepts his plea, and shifts so that their fingers become interlaced. Intimately intertwined as they stay united in enduring each rolling thrust and coiling tendril.]

This — it's a first for me. I don't... I don't think I hate it?

[While Tohsaka typically prefers to keep as quiet as possible during sex, Rin finds herself unable to shut up in this situation. Whether it's the liquid lowering her inhibitions, or perhaps finally easing off some control, but either way the words fall from her parted lips in shuddering breathes. Oh, or maybe it's the moans? Maybe if she doesn't talk she'd merely be squirming and squealing more than Fuuta himself?

It doesn't matter. What does matter is that she meant she's never had her ass played with before, not the tentacles. Yet Tohsaka doesn't have the wherewithal to explain that. Instead her attention flits about — unable to stick to one thing for very long. The hand that Fuuta does not take hold of instead holds him: struggling to keep both his cocks in one grip. In order to make it even half-work she only has three fingers on the underside of one erection, her index finger sandwiched between the two, and her thumb pressing in on the topside of the second length. It's even more difficult when his hips jerk up involuntarily, but in her state she doesn't find it annoying.

On the contrary: she's fascinated, and lamenting that their current situation has her too distracted to properly examine and indulge in his new body. Similarly how their captor indulges in them. Rin aches for it. As if watching the bulging flesh of Fuuta's stomach — heralding her own fate — isn't enough. And yet she still moans, voice thick with lust, when Fuuta's voice gasps in a couple octaves too high as his delicate nipples are tormented yet again.

Her mind feels fried. Agonized between the delight of watching her precious friend and his delightful undoing, and the yearning to push away all the tentacles and become the source of his unraveling herself.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ It's already so much to take. Even the solid sensation of Rin's hand can only do so much when it feels like every other part of his body is being assaulted by too much feedback -- the tentacles continuing to suckle at his chest, the pressure relentlessly diving deeper into his guts, the heat sears down the length of his spine and in the pit of his stomach as the tentacle's fluids continue to boil within him. With the way his mind's been stretched thin over too much many points of stimulation, even the halting squeeze of fingers around his cocks is almost too much; the only reason he doesn't buck his hips more sharply to thrust into Rin's hands is because the tentacles pulsing in his ass have him anchored in place, forcing him to instead pant and whimper as he's inched closer, closer to climax.

It's Rin's moans that end up doing the trick.

His visible eye widens in surprise at the first syrupy noise that falls from her lips. He doesn't stand a chance when it's followed by the squeeze of narrow fingers around his two cocks. Drunk on overstimulation and the tentacle's fluids, he doesn't have the strength to jolt with climax, Fuuta only stiffens and shudders, a low whimper escaping him as he comes, his release coming in halting strings that spill over Rin's hand. And even that saps what little energy he has left; Fuuta slumps against the tentacles' grip, his words barely coherent when he slurs, ]

You ... you never -- made noises like that. Before. With me.

[ Fucking figures that he'd waste his breath complaining even in a situation like this.

At his he's promptly punished(?) for it. The way he's gone completely slack hasn't escaped the tentacle beast's noise, and Fuuta squirms as he feels the tentacle in his ass ... bloom. Seeming to anchor itself firmly within him within digging in any further. ]

Ah -- wha -- [ A sharp eye might spot the conspicuous bulge traveling up the tentacle lodged inside him. Fuuta, of course, is too frazzled to notice such a thing, and so he can only shiver and twitch as he feels that round, heavy shape push relentlessly past his entrance, traveling up the length of the tentacle to come to rest deep inside him. ] -- ngh! S-something -- something's inside -- ! [ Too bad. That was just the first of multiple eggs to be planted within him, now that he's been made a perfectly pliable and docile nesting spot. At least all of his shuddering and squirming will serve as some warning for Rin as to what's up for her, next. ]

[erbe]

Well — that's because I was always the one moving the most, right?

[In this state she doesn't think twice about accusing him of being a pillow princess. Though that's not the entirety of what she's saying. Instead she means that being in control means she can't quite allow herself to be as lost in the pleasure.

As it is, Rin is fascinated by the way the creature spreads and seeds him. Planting perfectly healthy eggs deep inside him — warm, and safe. As Fuuta's own cum dribbles out of his twin cocks Rin finds herself utterly captivated by the sight of him. White fluid pooling at his tiny belly which gets slowly engorged with each deposit of the monster's young. She leans in as much as the tentacles teasing her will allow, and begins to clean Fuuta's mess off him while simultaneously 'kissing' his swelling abdomen. It seems she's too far gone to care about the horrors that await her, or how horrifying it may be for him.

But is it truly so bad? Especially since each egg comes with a slick coating of mucus that absorbs into his body quickly. Adding a bit of otherworldly euphoria to the sensation of being stuffed full as yet another soft load weighs heavily against his insides. It probably doesn't help that the writhing suckers on Fuuta's chest continue their rumbling tease of his perky nipples.]

Fuck, Fuuta... You're so c—

[Cool? Cute? Whatever it is, she's cut off as the tentacle inside her begins mimicking that same behavior. The moment it splits open to deliver the first egg she gasps, and then moans against Fuuta's lower half as a brief, 'mini-orgasm' jolts through her body before quickly passing.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ Honestly -- this is too much to take.

Even Rin's accusation of him not being proactive enough in bed -- something that would normally warrant and indignant sputter and a whole tirade -- mostly goes uncommented on. Because Fuuta's far too occupied just trying to weather what the tentacles are doing to him; the most he can manage is an irate little growl, and even that peters off into a higher-pitched whimper with the next egg that pushes into him, stretching him open wide before that heavy mass pushes deeper into his guts. Each additional bulge that works its way past his entrance is accompanied by a dizzying burst of pleasure, a near-euphoric sensation that threatens to render him insensate, and with those spikes in heat coming closer and closer together, timed in unison with the suction at his chest, it's just a matter of time before he's pushed over the edge again.

Fuuta hasn't quite recovered from his previous orgasm. But the teasing drag of Rin's tongue over the stretched, straining skin of his stomach, accompanied by one final flurry of eggs shoving into his guts, earns a hard jolt as he shudders in dry orgasm, his hand grasping so hard at Rin's that it must ache a little. ]

Ngh -- ah -- ... no more ... I don' wanna come any more ...

[ The mumble comes barely coherent, rasped out in between shallow breaths, and Fuuta whimpers as the tentacle seated inside his body shifts. It belches out one final glut of that slime deep inside him, soothing his anxieties with a fresh bloom of calming pleasure before starting to withdraw; his belly remains swollen with eggs, but his entrance relinquishes that invading presence with a lurid pop of suction as the tentacle retreats.

It promptly turns its 'head' towards Rin, of course, as if assessing how things are going with its other target. One subject filled to the brim with eggs is fine and all, but it didn't take hold of two subjects just for the fun if it; it slithers closer to Rin, rubbing its pointed tip over Rin's swelling stomach, as if to check if its contribution is also necessary to make sure Rin is made just as 'productive' as Fuuta has been thus far. ]

[erbe]

[The hand that helped milk Fuuta's twin cocks retracts to instead try to cover her mouth as she moans openly. Her body rocking with the movements of the limb rhythmically stimulating her clit and folds in time with its sister tentacles that alternate between spiraling tighter around her tits and releasing them in a massage-like fashion. Something between a whimper and a whine rings in her throat as another egg pushes its way into her body — slick, warm, and weighty. The tentacle testing her stomach will find that she, too, is perfectly pliable and plumps well with its brood.

Rin tries squeezing back, but Fuuta's hold on her makes that hand weak. Instead her hazy blue eyes look to his face. Taking in his vulnerable exhaustion and drinking in the way he's absolutely spent. The only thing that could ever make Fuuta look more precious than he is now is if she had been the one to wear him out personally.

Dark lashes flutter, and Tohsaka's eyes roll back in her head as the appendage inside her pushes in just a little deeper to make more room as it begins depositing more slime and eggs while it slowly retreats.]

Fuck, [She gasps into her palm — the moment her voice leaves her the tentacle between her legs starts thrumming. The near-vibration-like sensation has her panting heavily as the last remnants of the creature's hopeful breeding completes.

Yet it all stops before she climaxes. The small peak she reached before would have been nothing compared to what had been on the horizon, but once the ovipositor in her ass has finished its job, the slippery tentacles all retreat. It leaves her body yearning despite the undeniable fullness that makes her feel boneless. Only then does she let her hand fall away to speak breathlessly:]

Fuuta?