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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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[ As long as Olivine isn't letting just any tentacles move him around like this- ]
[ For a while Kleken doesn't touch him anywhere else, paying extra attention only to those heavy, trapped sacs with long caresses of his fingertips over and under each sensitive inch of them through that taunt fabric. What Olivine can't see are the tentacles getting Kleken's cock, grown harder from this beautiful display of his, slicked and ready. ]
[ Suddenly he leaves them alone and his tentacles slip out of the front of the priest's pants, leaving the forcibly stretched material hanging looser than they had been before. His fingers keep moving, gliding further down to pull aside the fabric covering that eager hole. ]
Now, let's take care of this next.
[ The tentacles around Olivine's wrist loosen up their grip as well then, keeping curled around each arm more like a support than a rope tying him up. Which he might want to grab onto, because the sudden release means Olivine is going to sink down right onto Kleken's perfectly aligned cock otherwise. ]
[ Or you know maybe he wants that, Kleken wouldn't mind. ]
In spite of the fact that he's not really holding himself up, Olivine's legs tremble as Kleken toys with his balls, eyes falling closed as the aching need for release rises again.
Another shudder runs through him when the tentacles pull away, leaving his shorts stretched awkwardly and still hiding little. Less, as Kleken tugs it aside to bare his hole. His cheeks darken, hips squirming uselessly—]
Mmnhk?!
[He's not thinking fast enough to judge what's about to happen when the tendrils change their grip. Legs are suddenly left heavy and wobbly, facilitating the way his whole body drops... right onto Kleken's waiting cock, indeed. Ill stretched as he is, that pulls a choked moan from the priest's lips, ass gripping tight around the familiar length and girth.
It practically doubles the painfully sweet desire he feels, hips grinding on instinct back into his cock. Ah, that feels so good... glancing over his shoulder, his expression is almost pleading.]
[ Well then he'll simply have to convince Olivine's body that his tentacles are the best and there's no need for any others- ]
[ Though at the moment Kleken suspects it's him who is having his addiction to Olivine grow. He lands perfectly on his cock and the way he immediately sets to grinding his hips on top of him drags a low moan out of the conman and a firm rock up of his hips into him. ]
[ He's suddenly struck with the desire to hear Olivine's moans more clearly, so the tentacle in his mouth is suddenly drawn out, dropping to tease at the priest's heavy cock by partially curling over it and lazily rubbing up and down against it. ]
Go ahead, sweet sailor. It's all yours for the taking.
[ As if by encouragement, the tentacles around his wrist pull Olivine up, nearly fully off of Kleken only to loosen their grip up suddenly and cruelly drop him down again. ]
[His voice is loose and heady, lowered from the thorough stretching his throat just received. The rock of Kleken's hips drags another shudder out of him, lashes fluttering as the previous tentacle plays with his cock instead. It's embarrassing, given the shape of it, sliding along his erection without hesitation.]
I'm—I...
[He squeezes down as tentacles lift him by the wrists, stretched broadly even as he's forced to rise over Kleken's cock. The flared head tugs lightly at his hole—and then he's dropped down again, squeezing devastatingly tight.]
Oh, fuck—
[for a moment, it's all he can muster. Ass wrapped tight around Kleken's cock, squeezing needily, he arches up prettily and wriggles against his bonds, saliva dripping from his lightly extended tongue.]
[ Upon reflection, Kleken might be a bit of a bully. ]
[ He rather enjoys the way Olivine stumbles over his words- swears beautifully for Kleken as he's overwhelmed by the situation at hand. How his hole so greedily devours Kleken's cock in a desperate plea for more. He could quite easily help, his tentacles are more than capable of lifting Olivine over him, and his hips are in perfect working order to thrust into the man. ]
[ But something about forcing him to ride Kleken for his own pleasure just seem so appealing right now. ]
Yes, we are working on that part, aren't we?
[ He doesn't sound nearly as composed as he's trying to be, slightly breathless as he is from the satisfying way Olivine squeezes up around him, not to mention the sight he makes. Reaching out a hand, he curves it along that perfectly curved ass, taking in a handful to squeeze in encouragement before doing the same with his other hand. ]
Just like that again.
[ His tentacles shift as well, giving Olivine more slack so that they aren't pulled so taunt above his head. Though he still can't quite put them down with this much give. But now that there is slack, Kleken will be using his hands to press up against the priest's ass to rise up- then pull him down roughly onto his cock, letting his nails bite into skin as he does. ]
["a bit of" indeed. Olivine is already all but trembling in his anticipation, breaths soft and short as Kleken speaks.]
Mmngh... I'm not—
[able to move that much, he means to say. Hands squeeze his ass and a whine escapes him, body all but out of his own control.
Then Kleken is lifting him up by his ass, dragging him over every inch of the aurorian's cock only to pull him back down. Hips smack together, muted slightly by the shorts just pulled aside, and the dig of nails makes him arch all over again. Tears shimmer in his eyes as they often do, and toes curl in his endurance.]
[ He continues to fill in the words for Olivine as he pleases, though in this instance he lands on the correct answer. Tentacles curl over Olivine's upper body, not in restraint but in support as they work in tandem with Kleken's hands to move Olivine's body. Forcing the priest up and down over his cock as a steady pace. Teasing over his cock and nipples again to start building up the pleasure once more. ]
Just... for you. For being so lovely.
[ He purrs out praise for the man as they settle into a comfortable rhythm. Like Kleken intends to fuck Olivine for endless hours before giving the man his release. ]
[ Actually that doesn't sound like a terrible idea- ]
[tentacles help hold him up and Olivine trusts his body to them, leaning back into Kleken as they (and he) move him over the other man's cock. Hot, thick, wonderful—he shudders as those appendages return to his cock and chest.]
Mmnh... they can... slide in a little... if you like. [in where? Honestly, any and all options are on the table...]
[ It's murmured with a high level of fondness though. And whatever such a lovely man wants, Kleken will ensure he gets. ]
[ A thinner tentacle moves up this time to tangle with Olivine's tongue, pressing and rolling against the muscle while leaving it easier for the man to moan around it. A choice pointedly made because Kleken's intent on hearing more of the priest's sweet voice with this encounter. ]
You can handle them all... won't you?
[ A trio of tentacles, about the thickness of a finger each, move up to slip into Olivine's entrance next to his cock, stretching the man wider on the odd thrust up, then pulling him out to flutter around Kleken's cock alone. They tease like that over and over- sometimes all three pressing in to scrape against his inner walls, sometimes one to tug him a bit more open, sometimes two to dig right against his prostate, the possibilities are numerous and each one plays out to keep things... interesting. Kleken's hardly resistant to their actions himself, moaning low at the sensations they bring about to them both. ]
[ A thick tentacle remains pressed up against Olivine's cock, serving as a rubbing partner of sorts, but now it's joined by a much smaller tentacle that rubs itself only against the very tip of the priest's cock, right against his slit. Over and over, as if to coax out the man's orgasm. ]
[ What is restraint when you want to spoil your favorite horny priest with tentacles- ]
[It's an affirmative, presumably, as that tentacle plays with his tongue and the priest responds instantly. The size and how it teases means he's sure to have a cute little trail of saliva trickling down his chin, hips rocking as Kleken fucks him at that leisurely pace. Three tentacles wriggle in to stretch him and Olivine groans, lashes falling closed to focus on every sensation.
Their changing methods certainly keep him on his toes—hips rise when one tentacle tugs him open, back arching when two nudge and tease his prostate.
oh, but the tentacle rubbing his slit makes him slump, sighing and gasping as pre beads at his tip. He can't do much talking, but there's little to mistake in his enthusiasm.]
[ Even if Olivine isn't feeling particularly conversational at the moment, Kleken's rather sure he gets the general idea of the man's state. He can certainly feel it in numerous senses, sensations passed through to him by his tentacles that paint a lovely picture of what Olivine's currently hidden angle must look like. ]
[ A shame he couldn't take a picture of it to cherish- ]
You are quite lovely like this, but...
[ Pushing himself up slightly, his hand slinks around Olivine's hip to brush his fingers against that sensitive bobbing cock of his, running cool along the length of it. ]
It'd be nice to see your desperation a little more.
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[ For a while Kleken doesn't touch him anywhere else, paying extra attention only to those heavy, trapped sacs with long caresses of his fingertips over and under each sensitive inch of them through that taunt fabric. What Olivine can't see are the tentacles getting Kleken's cock, grown harder from this beautiful display of his, slicked and ready. ]
[ Suddenly he leaves them alone and his tentacles slip out of the front of the priest's pants, leaving the forcibly stretched material hanging looser than they had been before. His fingers keep moving, gliding further down to pull aside the fabric covering that eager hole. ]
Now, let's take care of this next.
[ The tentacles around Olivine's wrist loosen up their grip as well then, keeping curled around each arm more like a support than a rope tying him up. Which he might want to grab onto, because the sudden release means Olivine is going to sink down right onto Kleken's perfectly aligned cock otherwise. ]
[ Or you know maybe he wants that, Kleken wouldn't mind. ]
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In spite of the fact that he's not really holding himself up, Olivine's legs tremble as Kleken toys with his balls, eyes falling closed as the aching need for release rises again.
Another shudder runs through him when the tentacles pull away, leaving his shorts stretched awkwardly and still hiding little. Less, as Kleken tugs it aside to bare his hole. His cheeks darken, hips squirming uselessly—]
Mmnhk?!
[He's not thinking fast enough to judge what's about to happen when the tendrils change their grip. Legs are suddenly left heavy and wobbly, facilitating the way his whole body drops... right onto Kleken's waiting cock, indeed. Ill stretched as he is, that pulls a choked moan from the priest's lips, ass gripping tight around the familiar length and girth.
It practically doubles the painfully sweet desire he feels, hips grinding on instinct back into his cock. Ah, that feels so good... glancing over his shoulder, his expression is almost pleading.]
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[ Though at the moment Kleken suspects it's him who is having his addiction to Olivine grow. He lands perfectly on his cock and the way he immediately sets to grinding his hips on top of him drags a low moan out of the conman and a firm rock up of his hips into him. ]
[ He's suddenly struck with the desire to hear Olivine's moans more clearly, so the tentacle in his mouth is suddenly drawn out, dropping to tease at the priest's heavy cock by partially curling over it and lazily rubbing up and down against it. ]
Go ahead, sweet sailor. It's all yours for the taking.
[ As if by encouragement, the tentacles around his wrist pull Olivine up, nearly fully off of Kleken only to loosen their grip up suddenly and cruelly drop him down again. ]
Or do you require my assistance?
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[His voice is loose and heady, lowered from the thorough stretching his throat just received. The rock of Kleken's hips drags another shudder out of him, lashes fluttering as the previous tentacle plays with his cock instead. It's embarrassing, given the shape of it, sliding along his erection without hesitation.]
I'm—I...
[He squeezes down as tentacles lift him by the wrists, stretched broadly even as he's forced to rise over Kleken's cock. The flared head tugs lightly at his hole—and then he's dropped down again, squeezing devastatingly tight.]
Oh, fuck—
[for a moment, it's all he can muster. Ass wrapped tight around Kleken's cock, squeezing needily, he arches up prettily and wriggles against his bonds, saliva dripping from his lightly extended tongue.]
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[ He rather enjoys the way Olivine stumbles over his words- swears beautifully for Kleken as he's overwhelmed by the situation at hand. How his hole so greedily devours Kleken's cock in a desperate plea for more. He could quite easily help, his tentacles are more than capable of lifting Olivine over him, and his hips are in perfect working order to thrust into the man. ]
[ But something about forcing him to ride Kleken for his own pleasure just seem so appealing right now. ]
Yes, we are working on that part, aren't we?
[ He doesn't sound nearly as composed as he's trying to be, slightly breathless as he is from the satisfying way Olivine squeezes up around him, not to mention the sight he makes. Reaching out a hand, he curves it along that perfectly curved ass, taking in a handful to squeeze in encouragement before doing the same with his other hand. ]
Just like that again.
[ His tentacles shift as well, giving Olivine more slack so that they aren't pulled so taunt above his head. Though he still can't quite put them down with this much give. But now that there is slack, Kleken will be using his hands to press up against the priest's ass to rise up- then pull him down roughly onto his cock, letting his nails bite into skin as he does. ]
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Mmngh... I'm not—
[able to move that much, he means to say. Hands squeeze his ass and a whine escapes him, body all but out of his own control.
Then Kleken is lifting him up by his ass, dragging him over every inch of the aurorian's cock only to pull him back down. Hips smack together, muted slightly by the shorts just pulled aside, and the dig of nails makes him arch all over again. Tears shimmer in his eyes as they often do, and toes curl in his endurance.]
Haah...! Kleken—please—feels so...
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[ He continues to fill in the words for Olivine as he pleases, though in this instance he lands on the correct answer. Tentacles curl over Olivine's upper body, not in restraint but in support as they work in tandem with Kleken's hands to move Olivine's body. Forcing the priest up and down over his cock as a steady pace. Teasing over his cock and nipples again to start building up the pleasure once more. ]
Just... for you. For being so lovely.
[ He purrs out praise for the man as they settle into a comfortable rhythm. Like Kleken intends to fuck Olivine for endless hours before giving the man his release. ]
[ Actually that doesn't sound like a terrible idea- ]
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[tentacles help hold him up and Olivine trusts his body to them, leaning back into Kleken as they (and he) move him over the other man's cock. Hot, thick, wonderful—he shudders as those appendages return to his cock and chest.]
Mmnh... they can... slide in a little... if you like. [in where? Honestly, any and all options are on the table...]
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[ It's murmured with a high level of fondness though. And whatever such a lovely man wants, Kleken will ensure he gets. ]
[ A thinner tentacle moves up this time to tangle with Olivine's tongue, pressing and rolling against the muscle while leaving it easier for the man to moan around it. A choice pointedly made because Kleken's intent on hearing more of the priest's sweet voice with this encounter. ]
You can handle them all... won't you?
[ A trio of tentacles, about the thickness of a finger each, move up to slip into Olivine's entrance next to his cock, stretching the man wider on the odd thrust up, then pulling him out to flutter around Kleken's cock alone. They tease like that over and over- sometimes all three pressing in to scrape against his inner walls, sometimes one to tug him a bit more open, sometimes two to dig right against his prostate, the possibilities are numerous and each one plays out to keep things... interesting. Kleken's hardly resistant to their actions himself, moaning low at the sensations they bring about to them both. ]
[ A thick tentacle remains pressed up against Olivine's cock, serving as a rubbing partner of sorts, but now it's joined by a much smaller tentacle that rubs itself only against the very tip of the priest's cock, right against his slit. Over and over, as if to coax out the man's orgasm. ]
[ What is restraint when you want to spoil your favorite horny priest with tentacles- ]
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[It's an affirmative, presumably, as that tentacle plays with his tongue and the priest responds instantly. The size and how it teases means he's sure to have a cute little trail of saliva trickling down his chin, hips rocking as Kleken fucks him at that leisurely pace. Three tentacles wriggle in to stretch him and Olivine groans, lashes falling closed to focus on every sensation.
Their changing methods certainly keep him on his toes—hips rise when one tentacle tugs him open, back arching when two nudge and tease his prostate.
oh, but the tentacle rubbing his slit makes him slump, sighing and gasping as pre beads at his tip. He can't do much talking, but there's little to mistake in his enthusiasm.]
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[ A shame he couldn't take a picture of it to cherish- ]
You are quite lovely like this, but...
[ Pushing himself up slightly, his hand slinks around Olivine's hip to brush his fingers against that sensitive bobbing cock of his, running cool along the length of it. ]
It'd be nice to see your desperation a little more.
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