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It has recently come to our attention that many of our guests have not been focusing on their health and wellness. In an effort to encourage healthy living and help our beloved guests get in shape, a grand sports festival will be held in the Golden Peacock. This sports festival will include many small games and four large games.
Prior to the festival, guests will have the opportunity to train and prepare for the games with our expert coaches.
We hope you are as excited as we are! And, as always, we hope you enjoy your stay. 】
BEAK
MEET THE TEAM
♦ DIAMONDS GAME ♦
OMEGADOME: HUNTING GAME
A cheerful pair of game managers stand outside the conservatory doors and block all guests that try to enter. They quickly explain that a special Diamonds game is taking place inside and only guests that agree to participate may enter. This game is a physical exercise that riffs on "Hunting", which is a popular sport in many different countries and civilizations. Of course, it is one hundred percent safe, and all guests that play are eligible to win massive chip prizes, store vouchers, fabulous prizes, and more.
Details about the game? Those can't be shared outside of the conservatory. Only the brave and those willing to risks will reap the benefits of this Diamonds game. So step right up, dear guests, and sign this waiver before stepping into the flourishing beauty of the conservatory for a brand new adventure.
♥ HEARTS GAME ♥
DOUBLES' THERMO: SURVIVAL GAME
Chickadees is sparing no expense on advertising their e-sport games over the course of the sports festival. Posters, notifications, stickers, fliers! Come one, come all. Sports don't need to be physical. Guests that duck into the arcade will find a variety of e-sport games to enjoy, but the real showstopper that every single employee is aggressively promoting is the new immersive VR game, DOUBLES' THERMO.
A large swath of egg-shaped pods have been installed in the back half of Chickadees. Any guest that shows an iota of interest will be assaulted by employees encouraging them to give it a try. They will offer vouchers for a free session, encourage with mentions of prizes that can be won from the arcade's coveted prize wall, and persuade by praising how high tech and immersive the experience is. Some employees are desperate enough to trick or push guests into the pods if they aren't willing to go in themselves.
However they've ended up inside the VR egg, guests will find themselves submerged in strange fluid as the lid closes. Everything fades away into darkness as the game loads...
♣ CLUBS GAME ♣
QUACK AND COVER: SHOOTING GAME
Cloaca & Dagger has temporarily outfitted itself as a neon-bright paintball course. Gone are the wild sex setups in exchange for series of obstacles and obstructions for guests to navigate while in pursuit of paintball championship. This high intensity game of strategy and physical fitness promises to exhilarate! Welcome to Quack and Cover, a game where your shooting skills and ingenuity will be put to the test.
So say the game managers at the door before following up with a few disclaimers. Cloaca & Dagger is not responsible for any physical or psychological trauma guests may incur while inside. Guests that join the game will then be outfitted in tight black underarmor and supplied with a paintball gun and protective mask before being let loose on the course.
♠ SPADES GAME ♠
PECKING ORDER: MMA GAME
During night hours, many long-standing guests make their way through Talon toward the gym’s creaky basement stairs. Three floors down and then through a desolate hallway with littered with abandoned equipment. Double doors wait at the end, unassuming until they’ve been opened…
Flashing lights, jeers, and the thick odor of sweat. You’ve found the Pecking Order, a late-night mixed martial arts event where guests show their prowess in the ring. Spectating guests shout and messily eat snacks on make-shift bleachers while fighters clash inches away, using only their bodies to fight for dominance and win. Pecking Order is very informal; guests only need to sign up in order to get added to the docket. Anyone can watch, though they will be vaguely warned at the door that even spectating comes with risks.
LOCKER ROOMS
YOU WASH MY BACK, I'LL WASH YOURS
Every training and game location has a door labeled LOCKER ROOM right outside the entrance. These doors all connect to the same massive locker room. The magic of these locker room doors goes one way. Trying to go back to the place you just were by backtracking will not work — you’ll just end up in Beak! All guests will be advised to finish their games before hitting the showers.
The Golden Peacock is proud to present our upgraded and extended locker room. Please come in and enjoy the facilities, catch-up with your teammates, and enjoy some healthy drinks provided by our favorite resort convenience store, Cock-a-doodle-doo’s!
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G'raha gulped against the sudden swell of nerves, and he trembled minutely at the stroke to his ear, weight raised onto the balls of his feet and only dropping back down when the touch finished. A vampire doctor? He was aware of the belief in vampires, vaguely remembered something about a voidsent living in the blood of living creatures that would feed on the blood of others, but things in this place were vastly different than anything he was used to.
His interest had been caught, and he craned his neck to watch Vanitas move-- to fully drop his guard would be unwise, even though the other's scent was rapidly causing warmth to course through his body. "As I said, I'm a Miqo'te. My homeland has a wide variety of sentient beings..." A pause, a curious tilt of his head. "What would you like to see, exactly?"
Vanitas' honesty spared no one. Even those closest to him tended to be caught unprepared for the harshness of it at times. But right now he deliberately tried to lace sweet things into his words, even as he contemplated the best way to get G'raha to lower his guard.
There's something in the tone of his voice, and the look in his eyes that told Vanitas that he was undecided about something. He didn't know exactly what was causing that response but Vanitas suspected it had something to do with how alluring G'raha smelled. Especially this close. Perhaps it was mutual? "Well, your anatomy, of course. To learn more about you." There were the words that he spoke, and then the unspoken ideas that gave away his true intentions. Vanitas took an intentional step forward where a large tree stood on the other side of the miqo'te's back.
He trapped G'raha between himself and the large trunk of that tree, sneaking a knee between his legs as he leaned in closer. "You sound well-studied. Maybe we're alike in that way. I want you to show me your body. For science." His smile changed from sinister to something else, maybe calling upon some of his alpha influence in the husk of his voice.
G'raha gave another firm swallow, felt his body grow warmer and warmer still, and-- wet?! A brief, flustered sound escaped his throat when he was pressed against the tree with a knee pressed between his legs, and even though Vanitas' expression called to mind an Ascian, the way his chemistry had changed made him powerless to resist.
Would he have resisted either way? It had been so long...
Between the verbal alpha influence and the scent of Vanitas, G'raha's pupils blow so wide they no longer even remotely resemble slits, and his lids drop halfway closed.
"Of course," he says, sounding distant to himself, like his mind has briefly dipped into a thick fog. "For science..."
His blue eyes bore into G'raha's, wanting to see every little response to his words. When his eyes dilated like that, Vanitas pressed closer, lips hovering over G'rahas as he teased him with that knee between his thighs.
Vanitas didn't ask for any further permission after G'raha's distant agreement. His hands already lifting away that shirt, tossing it aside where it landed on top of a short bush. There was the slightest graze of his nose against G'raha's before his face pressed against the skin of his neck so he could inhale deeply. The scent of him dizzying, and making him so hard that he moved his knee and ground his hips against G'raha for some friction instead.
G'raha's skin is so heated that he's only barely aware of his skirt being pulled off and tossed away, saving the gasp at the brief touch of their noses for when Vanitas' entire face is buried against his neck. The rustle of sensation that the deep breath in causes against magically tattooed skin has him sharply arching his back.
Then their hips grind together, and that alone feels better than his muddled memories of his only time being intimate prior to his arrival in this strange place, so much so that a strained moan issues forth from his lips.
He turns without question, bracing one arm against the tree while his tail raises-- out of the way. He needs to be mounted, fucked and filled so thoroughly that he can't remember the Warrior of Light, much less think straight.
Vanitas has never seen anyone like this, and if G'raha were a vampire, he's from a clan that he has never read about in any book. If he's not, as he says, then he is something entirely different and very interesting.
He can't help allowing his fingers to brush over G'raha's tail, gently of course. His hands slide around him as he presses closer from behind just to undo the fastenings of the pants he has on. Vanitas pushes them down his hips, his arousal aching at the sight of his bare skin. But this is for science, of course.
"Very interesting. And you were born with this? And the ears?" Vanitas wets his fingers in his mouth, reaching past G'raha's tail to rub his fingers against his entrance--that part of him very much what he's used to seeing on other humans.
There's the very start of a whine at the brush of fingers over his tail, but he swallows down most of the sound, trying his best to stay in control of his body, changed chemistry be damned.
Science be damned, at this rate, he needs to be mated.
He pushes himself against the tree, bracing more of his weight against it when he's fully bared to Vanitas and anyone else who might be around, glad for it when wet fingers tease against his already slick entrance-- the omega designation doing its job. "Y-yes," he grates out through gritted teeth, fingertips digging in against bark. "Gods, please..."
Vanitas is mildly surprised by the slickness there already, remembering now the details he'd red in the rules and contract about it. He didn't think anyone else insisted on reading the contract this thoroughly before signing, but he's one of those people.
He slides in one finger so easily, then adds another soon after until he feels some resistance. Somehow even that feels like G'raha is inviting him to take more. Vanitas feels dizzy when want and desire hits him hard, like a punch to the gut. Normally he might spend more time on preparation, but he needs to be inside the miqo'te immediately.
Vanitas shuffles around, getting free of the fabric trapping his arousal so he can guide himself into the wet heat of him.
G'raha had gotten partway into reading the contract, but the will to see just what was in the conservatory (especially after being stuck being a gopher during the training day) had overridden his will to get through all the fine print.
In hindsight, he may well wish that he'd finished that reading, but experience trumps all else.
Fingers press into him, unsteady little sounds falling from his lips until something bigger-- something that stands a chance of filling him-- enters him in their stead. He claws at the tree with blunt nails, moaning breathlessly and trying his damnedest to keep still.
"Please... please move, Gods--" Was this what sex always felt like? How did people survive this regularly?
Vanitas surprises himself with hoe much he likes the way G'raha sounds when he's desperate. It almost makes him blush. Good thing he can't see him from this angle.
"My my, aren't you demanding." He speaks in a melodic tone to tease him as he takes his time pushing in, letting G'raha feel him bit by bit, slowly. Getting to feel him adjusting and accommodating drives Vanitas a little crazy, but he doesn't keep G'raha waiting much longer. He draws back a bit to thrust forward, hard, face pressed into the back of red hair between those interesting ears.
The tease of the words and the slow, drawn-out pace only serves to draw a low, keening whine from the depths of G'raha's throat, but no further words. It feels nothing short of incredible, with his tail held up and out of the way, nearly curling over his own shoulder--
"Ah--!!"
All thoughts scatter from his mind at that first hard thrust, forehead thudding forward lightly against the tree in front of him.
Vanitas isn't sure what prompts it, but he wraps his fingers around the base of G'raha's tail, stroking along the length of it all the way to the end, petting him the way he might a cat. The sounds G'raha makes have dangerous consequences.
Each moan just causes Vanitas to go that much crazier to fuck him harder, mark him, claim him. These aren't normal thoughts for him, but he doesn't have much control over the frenzy he seems to go into. He helps G'raha hold his tail out of the way as he pounds into him, cock nudging against a certain spot, but maybe it's different for miqote. He'll find out right away.
Other than the full-body shiver that G'raha gives at the attention to his tail, it doesn't seem as though his physiology is all that different from what Vanitas seems to have experience with. While the Miqo'te has studied up on intimacy given his stretches of downtime over the years, he's never been of the mind to put it into practice with just anyone.
Clearly, this place has a way of changing one's mind.
He yowls when that bundle of nerves within him is all but attacked, rocketing swiftly toward even higher heights of pleasure. "Gods, yes--"
Vanitas came to G'raha with a plan. He wanted.. something from him. But the more he tries to recall, the more his brain shuts him down. Like it doesn't want him to acknowledge that there's anything more important than this. The way he moans and shivers, and how exceptionally well G'raha takes his cock. He's completely lost control.
His fingers don't leave his tail, but his other hand wraps around the miqo'te to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Vanitas doesn't foresee himself lasting much longer, but he's so greedy for more of this feeling that he stubbornly holds out for more of it. Most days he isn't even sure he wants to keep breathing, but whatever chemicals are toying with his mind are making him feel good for a change, and he wants to live in this state for as long as he can even as he moans and sweat starts to coat his skin.
G'raha can scarcely think of aught else save for his mate's pleasure, and while he's quite inexperienced outside of encountering alphas inside this dome, he does usually fancy himself a quick study.
...at least, he is when there isn't a hand on his length in conjunction with that bundle of nerves inside of him being pummeled repeatedly.
He still manages to buck back slightly, trying to drive deeper, to... prove himself, in some way. He always feels as though he's proving himself, but this is a deeper, more base urge, with only instinct-- and altered chemistry-- driving him. "I'm close, so close, please- please--"
Vanitas presses closer, biting at G'raha's ears, kissing his neck, sucking a mark against the skin of his shoulder. He finds various ways to underscore his dominance over him as he plows into him in increasingly erratic movements. By the end only his hand is able to continue as his last few thrusts result in his muscles thightening the instant before he spills himself inside G'raha in waves, barely moving as pleasure causes Vanitas' body to shiver.
He stays close, panting and groaning into the back of G'raha's shoulder, not pulling out or drawing away until he gets to feel his mate's release over his fingers.
The bites and kisses and marks left by the former stranger only serve to draw forth more pleasure, to coax forth a plethora of sounds from G'raha's lips that he's scarcely made before.
And then, he feels it-- feels Vanitas filling him, breeding him, and that carnal part of his mind howls in victory and relinquishes its hold for the time being. With his alpha pleasured, only then is he allowed his own. He also goes mostly still, save for the way his body seems to try to milk the length inside him for every last drop possible-- he spills over pale fingers with a ragged gasp that trails into a sweet moan, only barely keeping himself upright against the trunk of the tree.
Vanitas is the one to try holding G'raha up on his feet even though his own legs were nearing the point of untrustworthy. He stays buried inside him and keeps his teeth against his skin until he has to draw away to catch his breath. Even now that it's over, whatever this was, he still feels a lingering sense of something. He doesn't want to leave yet.
There's a long silence between them before Vanitas manages to say anything. "I've never done that before." This is not how he thought his virginity would be lost but he's not one to be overly sentimental about these things. Better to be rid of it now and get something out of it in this place. He wipes G'raha's release on the trunk of the tree, slowly pulling out from him but staying close for reasons he can't really place.
G'raha all but collapses against the tree when Vanitas pulls away, still trying to recover, to wade through the pleasure and back to his sense of self-- or at least as close as this place will let him come.
He hears the words, but his brain works its way through them slowly, part of his changes in here feeling somewhat wounded at his release being wiped away instead of licked away. "Ah... nor have I, in this way," he admits, still breathless.
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His interest had been caught, and he craned his neck to watch Vanitas move-- to fully drop his guard would be unwise, even though the other's scent was rapidly causing warmth to course through his body. "As I said, I'm a Miqo'te. My homeland has a wide variety of sentient beings..." A pause, a curious tilt of his head. "What would you like to see, exactly?"
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Vanitas' honesty spared no one. Even those closest to him tended to be caught unprepared for the harshness of it at times. But right now he deliberately tried to lace sweet things into his words, even as he contemplated the best way to get G'raha to lower his guard.
There's something in the tone of his voice, and the look in his eyes that told Vanitas that he was undecided about something. He didn't know exactly what was causing that response but Vanitas suspected it had something to do with how alluring G'raha smelled. Especially this close. Perhaps it was mutual? "Well, your anatomy, of course. To learn more about you." There were the words that he spoke, and then the unspoken ideas that gave away his true intentions. Vanitas took an intentional step forward where a large tree stood on the other side of the miqo'te's back.
He trapped G'raha between himself and the large trunk of that tree, sneaking a knee between his legs as he leaned in closer. "You sound well-studied. Maybe we're alike in that way. I want you to show me your body. For science." His smile changed from sinister to something else, maybe calling upon some of his alpha influence in the husk of his voice.
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Would he have resisted either way? It had been so long...
Between the verbal alpha influence and the scent of Vanitas, G'raha's pupils blow so wide they no longer even remotely resemble slits, and his lids drop halfway closed.
"Of course," he says, sounding distant to himself, like his mind has briefly dipped into a thick fog. "For science..."
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Vanitas didn't ask for any further permission after G'raha's distant agreement. His hands already lifting away that shirt, tossing it aside where it landed on top of a short bush. There was the slightest graze of his nose against G'raha's before his face pressed against the skin of his neck so he could inhale deeply. The scent of him dizzying, and making him so hard that he moved his knee and ground his hips against G'raha for some friction instead.
"Turn around, show me your tail."
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Then their hips grind together, and that alone feels better than his muddled memories of his only time being intimate prior to his arrival in this strange place, so much so that a strained moan issues forth from his lips.
He turns without question, bracing one arm against the tree while his tail raises-- out of the way. He needs to be mounted, fucked and filled so thoroughly that he can't remember the Warrior of Light, much less think straight.
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He can't help allowing his fingers to brush over G'raha's tail, gently of course. His hands slide around him as he presses closer from behind just to undo the fastenings of the pants he has on. Vanitas pushes them down his hips, his arousal aching at the sight of his bare skin. But this is for science, of course.
"Very interesting. And you were born with this? And the ears?" Vanitas wets his fingers in his mouth, reaching past G'raha's tail to rub his fingers against his entrance--that part of him very much what he's used to seeing on other humans.
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Science be damned, at this rate, he needs to be mated.
He pushes himself against the tree, bracing more of his weight against it when he's fully bared to Vanitas and anyone else who might be around, glad for it when wet fingers tease against his already slick entrance-- the omega designation doing its job. "Y-yes," he grates out through gritted teeth, fingertips digging in against bark. "Gods, please..."
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He slides in one finger so easily, then adds another soon after until he feels some resistance. Somehow even that feels like G'raha is inviting him to take more. Vanitas feels dizzy when want and desire hits him hard, like a punch to the gut. Normally he might spend more time on preparation, but he needs to be inside the miqo'te immediately.
Vanitas shuffles around, getting free of the fabric trapping his arousal so he can guide himself into the wet heat of him.
"My god."
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In hindsight, he may well wish that he'd finished that reading, but experience trumps all else.
Fingers press into him, unsteady little sounds falling from his lips until something bigger-- something that stands a chance of filling him-- enters him in their stead. He claws at the tree with blunt nails, moaning breathlessly and trying his damnedest to keep still.
"Please... please move, Gods--" Was this what sex always felt like? How did people survive this regularly?
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"My my, aren't you demanding." He speaks in a melodic tone to tease him as he takes his time pushing in, letting G'raha feel him bit by bit, slowly. Getting to feel him adjusting and accommodating drives Vanitas a little crazy, but he doesn't keep G'raha waiting much longer. He draws back a bit to thrust forward, hard, face pressed into the back of red hair between those interesting ears.
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"Ah--!!"
All thoughts scatter from his mind at that first hard thrust, forehead thudding forward lightly against the tree in front of him.
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Each moan just causes Vanitas to go that much crazier to fuck him harder, mark him, claim him. These aren't normal thoughts for him, but he doesn't have much control over the frenzy he seems to go into. He helps G'raha hold his tail out of the way as he pounds into him, cock nudging against a certain spot, but maybe it's different for miqote. He'll find out right away.
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Clearly, this place has a way of changing one's mind.
He yowls when that bundle of nerves within him is all but attacked, rocketing swiftly toward even higher heights of pleasure. "Gods, yes--"
cw: romanticizing death
His fingers don't leave his tail, but his other hand wraps around the miqo'te to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Vanitas doesn't foresee himself lasting much longer, but he's so greedy for more of this feeling that he stubbornly holds out for more of it. Most days he isn't even sure he wants to keep breathing, but whatever chemicals are toying with his mind are making him feel good for a change, and he wants to live in this state for as long as he can even as he moans and sweat starts to coat his skin.
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...at least, he is when there isn't a hand on his length in conjunction with that bundle of nerves inside of him being pummeled repeatedly.
He still manages to buck back slightly, trying to drive deeper, to... prove himself, in some way. He always feels as though he's proving himself, but this is a deeper, more base urge, with only instinct-- and altered chemistry-- driving him. "I'm close, so close, please- please--"
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He stays close, panting and groaning into the back of G'raha's shoulder, not pulling out or drawing away until he gets to feel his mate's release over his fingers.
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And then, he feels it-- feels Vanitas filling him, breeding him, and that carnal part of his mind howls in victory and relinquishes its hold for the time being. With his alpha pleasured, only then is he allowed his own. He also goes mostly still, save for the way his body seems to try to milk the length inside him for every last drop possible-- he spills over pale fingers with a ragged gasp that trails into a sweet moan, only barely keeping himself upright against the trunk of the tree.
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There's a long silence between them before Vanitas manages to say anything. "I've never done that before." This is not how he thought his virginity would be lost but he's not one to be overly sentimental about these things. Better to be rid of it now and get something out of it in this place. He wipes G'raha's release on the trunk of the tree, slowly pulling out from him but staying close for reasons he can't really place.
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He hears the words, but his brain works its way through them slowly, part of his changes in here feeling somewhat wounded at his release being wiped away instead of licked away. "Ah... nor have I, in this way," he admits, still breathless.