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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 holds John's hand against his chest as they kiss, ears drooping slightly while his tail gives lazy swats through the air behind him. After a moment, there's the start of a sound from him, and he arches a bit closer, insistent. He'd want this, desire this, even without the influence of the dome, he's sure-- but he doesn't necessarily mind behind helped along, helped past his inability to let himself have what he wants.
He breaks the kiss only slightly to speak, his ruby red gaze hooded, his sweet but earthy scent flooding the clearing as his changed chemistry reacts. ] Touch me... [ Normally, it would be a question, uncertainty and inexperience making themselves plain... but here, in this moment, he's certain of how much he's desired. ]
[ The way he says the word is a lingering growl, rumbling in his chest long after he's put his mouth to better work kissing him again. His hands draw G'raha Tia closer, one sliding down to grab his ass and give it a firm squeeze before they move to start pulling clothing out of the way so he can do as asked.
He only breaks the kiss to slip down, start sucking and nibbling on G'raha's neck, a few fingers gliding over skin at the waistline of his shorts. John's voice is as much sound as vibration as he speaks into the skin there. ]
You look gorgeous like this. [ Pleasure in his tone, for being here, for having G'raha flush against him, under his hands, under his mouth, and something incredibly genuine: he means every word, even beyond his hunger. ] You smell even better.
[ There's a (very small) part of G'raha that realizes just what he's been missing out on; but it isn't as though he's had any opportunities for the pleasures of the flesh. Centuries either in stasis or toiling to save what lives he could left precious little time for aught else, after all.
But now, in this moment, he doesn't have to worry about saving any lives or worlds, he can just... indulge. Live a little, away from the light of his hero. ]
Gods, [ he gasps aloud to feel John's hands on him, to feel John's mouth dipping lower to move against the magically-inscribed tattoos on the sides of his neck. At the compliment, his eyes widen and grow a touch teary as he gazes past the other man's shoulder and hair, and as aroused as he is, his cheeks still manage to grow a shade of red that rivals his hair. Belatedly, he begins to push any clothing John is wearing out of the way, though he's unpracticed doing so on a body that is not his own. ]
I need you. [ A simple phrase, but edged with an animalistic growl. ]
[ John's clothing can be pushed anywhere G'raha wants to push it; he's going to shift and bend to try and help him to get that clothing off of him, out of the way, revealing heavy muscle inscribed in a number of seemingly random arcane symbols. Someone looking at him closely, thinking about it, might be able to figure out that they're scars of a sort, including the one that looks almost like a broken crown on the side of his own neck. But John isn't thinking about any of that and he doubts G'raha is either.
Instead, he's thinking about G'raha's answer, his need, how flushed his skin is and how wide his eyes were. His own hands will gently slip under the waistband of G'raha's shorts, slide over the curve of his ass, and push the material down with his thumbs, careful not to poke or prod his tail. He lets one finger slip between the cheeks, low, to feel for the slick, touch what he can smell, even as his mouth is busy pushing the material of his top out of the way to taste a nipple now, frame it between slightly too-sharp teeth and flick it with the tip of his tongue.
He takes a moment or two to savor that before looking up.]
[ G'raha gives a self-satisfied hum when John's clothing is out of his way, small but strong hands eager to map over the planes of the other man's larger form. Perhaps without his changed chemistry, without this game they've found themselves playing, he'd have the time and wherewithal to puzzle over the clearly arcane symbols that mark John's body.
Another time, perhaps; he has yet to understand how time works in this place, much less this place as a whole.
There's a strangled sound that escapes his throat when when his shorts are pushed down and a finger teases against his entrance, so slick to the touch there's no question of just how ready he is. The addition of the attention to his chest makes him groan, though it's nearly a purr. He's left panting for breath by the time John levels that query, one hand working his own confounded clothing the rest of the way off, the other curling against the base of his manhood. Seconds tick by as he struggles to understand the words through the all-encompassing haze of need. ]
Ground, [ he finally decides, not wanting to pray to the Twelve that his legs will hold-- or that the tree, even, given the raw strength apparent in John's beautiful form. ]
[ John isn't going to show mercy to G'raha, not after earning those lovely, desperate noises. No, he's going to work his fingers along the slick hole, rock in as his eyes flicker around and finds a good spot, soft with leaves and clear of any rocks.
And he's going to get him there, goddammit. G'raha's slick, practically dripping, but his own cock is hard and curved up against his belly, thick and heavy enough to make it sway as they move. One hand reaches out to cup G'raha's head as he lays him down, the other shifting to yank the shorts off of his legs now that he's no longer on his feet.
The rumble from his chest is most of the words he speaks as he slides a hand around his own length almost absently, stroking it slowly as he looks down at G'raha. His eyes are between G'raha's legs, thoughtful, and any other day, he might have lowered his head down to take G'raha's manhood in his mouth. But there's one thing he wants right now. ]
Tell me if you need anything.
[ And he's going to move G'raha's legs with gentle touches to his inner thighs, spreading him apart. ]
[ Somehow, Graha's face flushes so hard at the way John's fingers press into him that his cheeks are burning hotter than a Fire IV spell. He's sure of it, breath stuttering out from between his lips with barely any sound. If even fingers feel so good within him, how is he meant to survive John's length?
His frantic thoughts are quieted by the care with which he's brought to rest upon the ground, expression somewhat dazed while he watches John, watches the other slowly stroke himself. His mouth waters-- not that he would know what to do with a cock in his mouth, especially one so large, but desire is a funny thing, sometimes. There's a brief smile at the low words, and he nods, then shivers at the touches to his inner thighs. He's unused to contact there at all, and it combined with the promise of more already has his head spinning.
But G'raha is nothing if not eager, at least in this moment, and he spreads his thighs wider still. All the while, he reaches out to trail gentle fingertips over what he can reach of John's skin. ]
[ Who could resist this? When he knows that G'raha wants this as much as he does, when he's so eager for it? No, he's not going to resist, won't even try. Instead, he's going to lift one of G'raha's legs and use his other hand to carefully guide the head of his cock to the slick hole he'd been fingering before. There's one more glance at his partner before he starts to press in, a slowly growing growl at the base of his chest as he sinks himself deeper and deeper into the vice grip inside of G'raha. The sound of it is obscene, delightfully, perfectly obscene, and he waits until he's bottomed out inside of G'raha, before he speaks again in a low, rumbling voice like a living wildfire. ]
Good?
[ The look on John's face makes it clear that it is very very good where he's sitting. ]
[ The instant John starts to press into him, G'raha can't hear anything past the rush of blood in his ears. It feels obscene, and at the same time it's the single most pleasurable sensation he's ever experienced. His eyes widen slightly when the other man finally bottoms out, and he finally takes a breath, dazed and unaware of the little spit of cum smeared onto his stomach just from the pressure of that first push.
Belatedly, once he's able to actually fathom that he was asked a question, he nods. His eyes drop mostly closed, then, and he hooks the leg that wasn't lifted out of the way against John's hip to drag himself just that little bit closer. The part of his brain that hadn't been quiet since his designation had activated is finally, blissfully, quiet-- or maybe its howl of pleasure has joined the chorus of the others in his mind, all delighted to feel so, so good. ]
[ He moves with G'raha, letting himself be pulled, letting the man beneath him tug him that much deeper inside of him. 'Good' is such an insufficient term, human language wrapped around a sensation that's so much more visceral than it would allow, but anything longer or grander just muddies the intensity. It's fucking good, it's fucking great, and once he knows G'raha is all right, John isn't going to hesitate.
No more words. They don't have much use right now. Not when he could be fucking him hard enough he'd be feeling it in his throat.
He won't start quite that harsh, not with how overwhelmed G'raha is; instead, he'll begin with a grind, deep inside, before it turns to rocking, in and out, slow and deep. One hand is going to find G'raha's cock and slip his own long fingers around it to stroke in tandem, his head tipped down to watch G'raha as they move together. ]
[ Instead of words, every motion of John's hips-- and, before long, his hand-- draws forth another sound from G'raha. They start small and quiet, pleased sighs and gentle gasps; increasing in volume and intensity as time goes on and John moves his hips more forcefully. He keeps one hand on his mate (mate mate mate, his mind chants at him), but brings the other up above his head, steadying himself against the growing force behind those delicious thrusts.
He hasn't realized it yet, but each rock of John's hips draws forth another little spill of cum on his stomach, pupils blown so wide from orgasm that his eyes look more akin to garnet than ruby. ]
[ The word rumbles out of him, followed by a very satisfied grunt. Perhaps G'raha hasn't realized it, but John can see it, smell it- seeing the other man lost in his pleasure is almost as good as grip his insides have around John's cock and it does just as much to get him thrusting in faster, harder.
His mind is filled with thoughts, alien and not, ancient and not, and he can't tell the difference between the two. He wants to knot this omega, fill him, breed him, wants to keep those beautiful red eyes blown wide until he forgets what it is to breathe without the feel of a cock pounding inside of him, wants to see that little pool of cum on his stomach dribble and spill as G'raha spurts again and again. G'raha's satisfaction is like a drug, or maybe that's the scent pouring off of him, the way his slick smells like this, but either way, keeping the man under him and around him mindless with pleasure is almost an addiction at the moment. ]
[ Both G'raha's mind and body have been through a lot, over the course of his (relative to a normal human) cumulatively long life. From the feel of John burying himself impossibly deep over and over, to the sound of his voice like thunder roiling through the clouds, to the scent of him surrounding the miqo'te like a potent perfume, to the sight of him still towering over his mate, to the lingering taste of his mouth on G'raha's lips... With the changed chemistry and overall nature of this place, it's a combination that almost overwhelms the mage entirely. ]
John... [ A ragged gasp at the next rock of John's hips, and his eyes momentarily roll back. ] Wicked white, I-I... I need... [ A sobbing little moan bursts from him lips unbidden, as each unforgiving thrust does indeed coax a bit more cum onto his abdomen. ] Breed me, I need it, oh Gods--
[ A shift in his angle to chase after the intensity of that moment, the rolled back eyes, and when G'raha says to breed him, the answering growl says exactly how he feels about that. As if he'd do anything less with a sweet omega like this wrapped around his cock, beneath him. The words drive him on, the strange and unfamiliar sensation of his knot starting to ache with the need for release. ]
Fuck-
[ Soon. It's going to be soon. There's an unfamiliar ache at the base of his cock that some part of him knows means he's getting ready to knot. ]
[ G'raha's too far gone, too deep in the pleasure with John so deep within him, to get shy about the compliment. He only hears it distantly, anyway, as all that his heightened hearing seems to want to pick up on is the sound of their bodies colliding, and the racing of his heart.
At some point, the thrusts... slow? And he realizes it's because there's a new stretch. Something starting to keep them together, to help them breed, and that sends a fresh shiver down his spine. He nods a few times, mute save for ragged gasps for breath, vision so out of focus it's almost akin to being underwater. ]
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He breaks the kiss only slightly to speak, his ruby red gaze hooded, his sweet but earthy scent flooding the clearing as his changed chemistry reacts. ] Touch me...
[ Normally, it would be a question, uncertainty and inexperience making themselves plain... but here, in this moment, he's certain of how much he's desired. ]
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[ The way he says the word is a lingering growl, rumbling in his chest long after he's put his mouth to better work kissing him again. His hands draw G'raha Tia closer, one sliding down to grab his ass and give it a firm squeeze before they move to start pulling clothing out of the way so he can do as asked.
He only breaks the kiss to slip down, start sucking and nibbling on G'raha's neck, a few fingers gliding over skin at the waistline of his shorts. John's voice is as much sound as vibration as he speaks into the skin there. ]
You look gorgeous like this. [ Pleasure in his tone, for being here, for having G'raha flush against him, under his hands, under his mouth, and something incredibly genuine: he means every word, even beyond his hunger. ] You smell even better.
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But now, in this moment, he doesn't have to worry about saving any lives or worlds, he can just... indulge. Live a little, away from the light of his hero. ]
Gods, [ he gasps aloud to feel John's hands on him, to feel John's mouth dipping lower to move against the magically-inscribed tattoos on the sides of his neck. At the compliment, his eyes widen and grow a touch teary as he gazes past the other man's shoulder and hair, and as aroused as he is, his cheeks still manage to grow a shade of red that rivals his hair. Belatedly, he begins to push any clothing John is wearing out of the way, though he's unpracticed doing so on a body that is not his own. ]
I need you. [ A simple phrase, but edged with an animalistic growl. ]
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Instead, he's thinking about G'raha's answer, his need, how flushed his skin is and how wide his eyes were. His own hands will gently slip under the waistband of G'raha's shorts, slide over the curve of his ass, and push the material down with his thumbs, careful not to poke or prod his tail. He lets one finger slip between the cheeks, low, to feel for the slick, touch what he can smell, even as his mouth is busy pushing the material of his top out of the way to taste a nipple now, frame it between slightly too-sharp teeth and flick it with the tip of his tongue.
He takes a moment or two to savor that before looking up.]
Tree or ground?
[ He'll bow to G'raha's preference here. ]
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Another time, perhaps; he has yet to understand how time works in this place, much less this place as a whole.
There's a strangled sound that escapes his throat when when his shorts are pushed down and a finger teases against his entrance, so slick to the touch there's no question of just how ready he is. The addition of the attention to his chest makes him groan, though it's nearly a purr. He's left panting for breath by the time John levels that query, one hand working his own confounded clothing the rest of the way off, the other curling against the base of his manhood. Seconds tick by as he struggles to understand the words through the all-encompassing haze of need. ]
Ground, [ he finally decides, not wanting to pray to the Twelve that his legs will hold-- or that the tree, even, given the raw strength apparent in John's beautiful form. ]
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And he's going to get him there, goddammit. G'raha's slick, practically dripping, but his own cock is hard and curved up against his belly, thick and heavy enough to make it sway as they move. One hand reaches out to cup G'raha's head as he lays him down, the other shifting to yank the shorts off of his legs now that he's no longer on his feet.
The rumble from his chest is most of the words he speaks as he slides a hand around his own length almost absently, stroking it slowly as he looks down at G'raha. His eyes are between G'raha's legs, thoughtful, and any other day, he might have lowered his head down to take G'raha's manhood in his mouth. But there's one thing he wants right now. ]
Tell me if you need anything.
[ And he's going to move G'raha's legs with gentle touches to his inner thighs, spreading him apart. ]
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His frantic thoughts are quieted by the care with which he's brought to rest upon the ground, expression somewhat dazed while he watches John, watches the other slowly stroke himself. His mouth waters-- not that he would know what to do with a cock in his mouth, especially one so large, but desire is a funny thing, sometimes. There's a brief smile at the low words, and he nods, then shivers at the touches to his inner thighs. He's unused to contact there at all, and it combined with the promise of more already has his head spinning.
But G'raha is nothing if not eager, at least in this moment, and he spreads his thighs wider still. All the while, he reaches out to trail gentle fingertips over what he can reach of John's skin. ]
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Good?
[ The look on John's face makes it clear that it is very very good where he's sitting. ]
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Belatedly, once he's able to actually fathom that he was asked a question, he nods. His eyes drop mostly closed, then, and he hooks the leg that wasn't lifted out of the way against John's hip to drag himself just that little bit closer. The part of his brain that hadn't been quiet since his designation had activated is finally, blissfully, quiet-- or maybe its howl of pleasure has joined the chorus of the others in his mind, all delighted to feel so, so good. ]
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No more words. They don't have much use right now. Not when he could be fucking him hard enough he'd be feeling it in his throat.
He won't start quite that harsh, not with how overwhelmed G'raha is; instead, he'll begin with a grind, deep inside, before it turns to rocking, in and out, slow and deep. One hand is going to find G'raha's cock and slip his own long fingers around it to stroke in tandem, his head tipped down to watch G'raha as they move together. ]
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He hasn't realized it yet, but each rock of John's hips draws forth another little spill of cum on his stomach, pupils blown so wide from orgasm that his eyes look more akin to garnet than ruby. ]
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[ The word rumbles out of him, followed by a very satisfied grunt. Perhaps G'raha hasn't realized it, but John can see it, smell it- seeing the other man lost in his pleasure is almost as good as grip his insides have around John's cock and it does just as much to get him thrusting in faster, harder.
His mind is filled with thoughts, alien and not, ancient and not, and he can't tell the difference between the two. He wants to knot this omega, fill him, breed him, wants to keep those beautiful red eyes blown wide until he forgets what it is to breathe without the feel of a cock pounding inside of him, wants to see that little pool of cum on his stomach dribble and spill as G'raha spurts again and again. G'raha's satisfaction is like a drug, or maybe that's the scent pouring off of him, the way his slick smells like this, but either way, keeping the man under him and around him mindless with pleasure is almost an addiction at the moment. ]
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John... [ A ragged gasp at the next rock of John's hips, and his eyes momentarily roll back. ] Wicked white, I-I... I need... [ A sobbing little moan bursts from him lips unbidden, as each unforgiving thrust does indeed coax a bit more cum onto his abdomen. ] Breed me, I need it, oh Gods--
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Fuck-
[ Soon. It's going to be soon. There's an unfamiliar ache at the base of his cock that some part of him knows means he's getting ready to knot. ]
Fucking gorgeous.
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At some point, the thrusts... slow? And he realizes it's because there's a new stretch. Something starting to keep them together, to help them breed, and that sends a fresh shiver down his spine. He nods a few times, mute save for ragged gasps for breath, vision so out of focus it's almost akin to being underwater. ]
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