【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
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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[ So far, Kaveh has managed to avoid being hunted. He knows that the point of the game is to fuck and be fucked, but he's been stubbornly trying to adjust first to the changes forced upon his body by the whole thing. He feels weaker than normal, more fragile—and he's never exactly been the strongest person to begin with—and his senses seem to have gone into overdrive, too, his nose tickling at every hint of a scent that passes.
Instead of getting easier though, things seem to be getting worse. He's started to feel clammy, feverish. His mouth runs dry no matter how many times he stops to drink. He's hard for no reason at all. And he feels—well, wet.
The patio seems like a perfect place to try and rest a little, to calm himself down. The scent of the flowers tickles his nose as he steps foward, eyes on the blanket-covered benches. Surely, he can just lie down for a little while—
Before he can move any further forward, though, his arms are snagged—his legs follow as he struggles and kicks out—and within moments he's immobile, vines holding him fast in the service of an all-too-familiar face. ]
...Doctor? [ The word comes out on something more mewl than question, and Kaveh bites his lip.
[ If there’s something dark in his gaze, then that’s clearly just Kaveh’s imagination, as Baizhu draws closer, the faintly bitter scent of his own pheromones filling the air while he circles Kaveh, inspecting his little handiwork.
With Kaveh suspended in midair like this, it’s easy enough to get a good look at his body—something he finds that he never tires of, no matter how often he sees it. Then he raises a hand, signaling the vines to wrap more tightly around Kaveh’s wrists and ankles and even his waist as Baizhu leans over his face with a perfectly benevolent smile. ]
After all, you seem like you’ve had a bit too much to drink.
[ He’s well aware that this is all the game’s doing. ]
[ It's a protest, but it doesn't come easily, Kaveh's words stumbling and unsure despite the blonde knowing that he hasn't had a drop of liquor today, that what's wrong with him is something else entirely—the game, the stamp, most likely. But how is he meant to argue against the strength in the scent that fills his nostrils, medicine-bitter and dominating? It's as if his tongue falters in his mouth, no longer knowing what he wants to say despite his brain grasping on the words.
He breaks off into another low whine instead, a gasp on his lips when the vines tighten their hold, sending a shudder of pleasure through his body.
Yes. What he wants is to submit. He trusts Baizhu, after all—
Kaveh swallows, and nods, and when his lips part this time, the words come, as if the choice to be obedient is what's allowing him to speak and nothing else. ]
[ Sweet, adorable Kaveh, already ripe for the plundering even though they’ve barely started. Baizhu leans in to cradle Kaveh’s cheeks in both hands, leaning over him for an upside-down kiss—just a quick brush of the lips, really—to reward him for his acquiescence. ]
This experiment is a simple one, really.
[ Which is clearly why the vines are already parting his legs, though Baizhu finds that he’ll have to remove Kaveh’s clothing on his own, as he runs his hand over Kaveh’s neck, his chest, slipping his hand under fabric to knead at a nipple. ]
[ Kaveh's brows lift in a mixture of surprise and consternation—the praise, brief kiss, the way the vines manhandle him as a hand slides under to knead over one of his nipples, even such simple things are enough to have him writhing a little, the strange pleasure in his gut only heightening more. Baizhu smells good, and there's a strange urge to just curl into him and let himself be lost, but—
The whine on his lips is something he can't quite help. Surely, surely the other man won't tease him too mercilessly, not when he already needs him so much?
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Instead of getting easier though, things seem to be getting worse. He's started to feel clammy, feverish. His mouth runs dry no matter how many times he stops to drink. He's hard for no reason at all. And he feels—well, wet.
The patio seems like a perfect place to try and rest a little, to calm himself down. The scent of the flowers tickles his nose as he steps foward, eyes on the blanket-covered benches. Surely, he can just lie down for a little while—
Before he can move any further forward, though, his arms are snagged—his legs follow as he struggles and kicks out—and within moments he's immobile, vines holding him fast in the service of an all-too-familiar face. ]
...Doctor? [ The word comes out on something more mewl than question, and Kaveh bites his lip.
There's—he asked a question, right? ]
What... what kind of experiment?
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[ If there’s something dark in his gaze, then that’s clearly just Kaveh’s imagination, as Baizhu draws closer, the faintly bitter scent of his own pheromones filling the air while he circles Kaveh, inspecting his little handiwork.
With Kaveh suspended in midair like this, it’s easy enough to get a good look at his body—something he finds that he never tires of, no matter how often he sees it. Then he raises a hand, signaling the vines to wrap more tightly around Kaveh’s wrists and ankles and even his waist as Baizhu leans over his face with a perfectly benevolent smile. ]
After all, you seem like you’ve had a bit too much to drink.
[ He’s well aware that this is all the game’s doing. ]
no subject
[ It's a protest, but it doesn't come easily, Kaveh's words stumbling and unsure despite the blonde knowing that he hasn't had a drop of liquor today, that what's wrong with him is something else entirely—the game, the stamp, most likely. But how is he meant to argue against the strength in the scent that fills his nostrils, medicine-bitter and dominating? It's as if his tongue falters in his mouth, no longer knowing what he wants to say despite his brain grasping on the words.
He breaks off into another low whine instead, a gasp on his lips when the vines tighten their hold, sending a shudder of pleasure through his body.
Yes. What he wants is to submit. He trusts Baizhu, after all—
Kaveh swallows, and nods, and when his lips part this time, the words come, as if the choice to be obedient is what's allowing him to speak and nothing else. ]
Yes, doctor. I'll stay.
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[ Sweet, adorable Kaveh, already ripe for the plundering even though they’ve barely started. Baizhu leans in to cradle Kaveh’s cheeks in both hands, leaning over him for an upside-down kiss—just a quick brush of the lips, really—to reward him for his acquiescence. ]
This experiment is a simple one, really.
[ Which is clearly why the vines are already parting his legs, though Baizhu finds that he’ll have to remove Kaveh’s clothing on his own, as he runs his hand over Kaveh’s neck, his chest, slipping his hand under fabric to knead at a nipple. ]
How long can you last?
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The whine on his lips is something he can't quite help. Surely, surely the other man won't tease him too mercilessly, not when he already needs him so much?
His lips tremble. ]
Doctor, I... nngh..
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