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

We are thrilled to announce that the Golden Peacock will be embracing autumn with a special outing. Current and new guests are invited to join us for a refreshing outdoor experience where participants can unplug, unwind, and connect with nature. During this time, all Watches will be disabled to the most basic functions (texting, calls, checking chip account) in order to encourage guests to disconnect.

Please look forward to two weeks of finding yourself amongst the trees. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a fan-CAMP-stic time. 】

CAMPING

GETTING OFF THE GRID

As the resort moves into what it claims is autumn, the days grow shorter. The projected sun in the Vale sets in the afternoon, after which a faint chill falls. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – a portion of the Vale has transformed into a campground complete with a scenic lake, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with flannel jackets and suspenders. Folksy banjo fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the campgrounds have been reserved for tents. These tents vary in size, shape, and supplies. All tents, regardless of quality, are supplied with sex toys and lube. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — pretending to live in the wilderness and 'rough it' for a while is thrilling. This is what the peasants feel like all the time!

NOT ALL TENTS ARE EQUAL

► High-rank guests are allocated spacious and luxurious tents. These elaborate mini-homes come with TVs, beds, heaters, and plenty of supplies. Provided camping gear is high quality, ranging from state of the art flashlights to designer backpacks. It can't quite be considered roughing it in these tents, but glamping is camping too!

► Mid-rank guests are allocated moderate tents that comfortably fit up to three guests. These tents come with cots or sleeping bags, as well as standard camping gear to make their time living off the land fairly comfortable. While these tents lack the bells and whistles of the high-rank accommodations, they are more than enough for a comfortable but realistic camping experience.

► Low-rank guests are allocated the shabbiest tents. These sagging accommodations can shield one guest comfortably, but that doesn't stop staff from pairing low-ranking guests together in order to save space. Their 'sleeping bags' are a single blanket and hay bale pillow. There are no other included amenities aside from sex toys and a single lantern.

► Last but certainly not least: our Wildcards! All Wildcards have been randomly assigned. Whether they end up in a glamping tent or sleeping beneath a propped up sheet is left to chance. Wildcards also may find themselves waking up beside a current guest or another new arrival.

► Guests that "go camping" will discover that the door connecting the Vale to the rest of the resort has mysteriously vanished. Uh oh! Looks like there's no going back to the comfortable life anytime soon. Don't worry, the door will return when it's time to pack up and head home.

LET'S GET CRAFTY

► New characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are flannel gingham to embrace camping and autumn aesthetic. Some of these robes are much shorter than others; watch out that the lake breeze doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

► Unlike the standard, there are no racks of clothes waiting for new arrivals outside of their tents. You're roughing it out in the woods, remember? Instead of clothing, Wildcards will find an assortment of raw materials to make clothes.

Fabric rolls, hemp, buckets of leaves, leather, and other assorted goods are waiting to be cobbled into something new. The staff have been kind enough to leave some small hunting knives and wooden needles to make crafting a bit easier. Of course, they won't stop anyone that wants to embrace the wild side and strut around naked.

HOME ON THE RANGE

Welcome to the Peacock Campgrounds! Nicknamed the Stomping Grounds by long-standing guests. Rustic and right off a sparkling lake, guests will find everything they need to live in the wilderness. Staff have expertly set up fire pits, benches, hammocks, and a wooden shed to act as a tool depository. There's even an outhouse, which is a real novelty to many of the long-standing guests. Do they just... squat over that hole and do their business? How wild!

Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COOK?

► On the first camp morning, guests will find barrels of ingredients and cooking utensils left beside the central fire pit. These barrels are stocked with fruits and vegetables that won't spoil quickly, many of which are seasonal to autumn. They have also been left a few protein options like eggs, jerky, and canned ham. These ingredients are communal and limited. Once they run out, guests will have to hunt and gather in the Vale to collect more.

► Guests must prepare their own meals while camping. Not even the high-ranks are given any special treatment on this! While oil and firestarter are included in the initial supply, these too are limited and won't be replenished after use.

► Staff would never let their precious guests go without a sweet treat. A generous supply of hot cocoa and all the fixings for s'mores has been left behind as well. While none of the other food will be replenished, the hot cocoa and s'mores goodies seemingly never run out. A night around a campfire without roasting marshmallows or sipping cocoa would be too cruel to subject guests to.

SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW

► Guests will have to hunt and gather once ingredients dwindle if they want to eat. The wooden shed is home to a selection of tools that can be used to hunt: bows and arrows, hatchets, axes, fishing poles and line, etc. All tools are rudimentary and can break if not taken care of.

► The Vale is lush with wild fruits and vegetables. However, much like in reality, not all vegetation in the Vale is safe to eat. While some berries and mushrooms are consumable, others are toxic or psychedelics. One must also not forget that they're in the Golden Peacock: some unusual plants that grow in the vale may trigger arousal. Watch out that you don't eat something funky by accident!

► Before 'leaving', staff will explain that guests can fish or hunt small game running throughout the Vale. One particularly enthusiastic staff member will suggest guests track down the snoggleboffs, as they're extremely delicious after roasting on an open fire.

ACTIVITIES

TWO WEEKS OF ROUGHING IT

Camping can't be all about survival. Where's the fun in that? Before 'leaving', the staff arrange activities and events for guests to enjoy. A wooden bulletin board outlines times for group hikes, camping experiences, and wilderness delights. Adirondack chairs line the edge of the lake and a few tire swings hang over the water, tied to strong tree branches. For the first week and a half the weather is pleasant and sunny. Perfect for camping.

At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.

IN CAMP

► Guests that don't want a cold shower should make their way over to the shower stalls quickly. These outdoor showers hold very little hot water and run cold after about five minutes. First-come first-serve!

► A wood-chopping competition begins around lunchtime. There are two goals: to split as much wood as possible and looking sexy while doing it. Guests that chop wood unsexily immediately fail! Alternatively, sexiness with a pathetic number of chunks is more acceptable, but still a loss. Those that achieve both goals will instantly win a large payout. Failing to sexily cut wood won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow!

► Bear hunting is a popular activity that even the spoiled long-standing guests are getting in on! No, not hunting real bears. That would be insane. Peacock's version of bear hunting involves hunting down bear-like guests and capturing them! Any guest that fits the criteria of big, thick, and strong may potentially be assigned the role of bear. Hunters who manage to tie up, handcuff, net, or otherwise 'capture' a 'bear' will instantly receive a large payout.

THE LAKE

► This sparkling lake is rich with fish. Enjoy sitting back on the long pier with a fishing rod or take one of the wooden boats out for a row around the lake. It's also safe to swim in, for guests that would like to take a dip and rinse off the sweat of camp living! Don't mind the random swim trunks or drink umbrellas that pop up now and then. This water is definitely fresh and not recycled from the summer beach extravaganza.

► Guests that do decide to take a dip may encounter a familiar friend. Fernando the tentacle monster is camping too! This randy tentacle monster is as horny as ever, eager to embrace guests and stick slippery tentacles into any reachable orifice.

► Once the sun goes down, many of the long-standing guests strip off their shoddily crafted clothes and sprint into the water for skinny dipping by moonlight! What's a camping excursion without a lake-side orgy? The best way to drown out those erotic moans from the lake is to head to the central fire pit and join in on some campfire songs.

OUTSIDE CAMP

► Those that head out of camp for a hike or hunt can enjoy any of the Vale's usual wonders. With autumn, shiny apples dangle from the trees and pumpkins pepper beneath their protruding roots. Along with autumnal fruits and vegetables, canned beef and ham have been mysteriously left in pockets close to the campgrounds. A little act of kindness from the staff; not everyone is cut out to hunt their own game!

► For those interested in hunting down some fresh game, walking around the forest in the morning may come with a stroke of luck. Strange little creatures the size of an adult's fist are active during this time. These hairy beasts come in brown and white, and screech, "Scrun scrun screeee!" when agitated.

Yes, these are the alleged snoggleboffs! Don't feel bad about hunting them, they're an invasive species that are unfriendly and eager to steal from unsuspecting guests. Their main strength is their speed, but once caught, they don't put up much of a fight.

► Guests that explore deep into the Vale may find a dark cave mouth that leads downward into a damp chamber. The ceiling glitters with stalactites and, along the wall, they'll find a horizontal crease with what seems to be... hair? If touched, this crease will creak open, revealing a large eye that darts back and forth before focusing on whoever woke it. Black pupils and iris bleed into one endless abyss.

Those that gaze directly into the eye will freeze. Their mind will remain active while their body locks in place, not unlike sleep paralysis. This trance will break once the eye blinks, which it will do after some time... but it can also be forced into blinking by force if there's someone who hasn't made eye-contact around to help. Frozen guests will be overwhelmed with the fear of abandonment for the duration of their paralysis. This fear will fade after the connection is broken, as if it wasn't their fear at all.

Like a regular eye, dirt or debris can force a blink. If this route is taken, the eye will go bloodshot and shut, refusing to open again. Any guest that inflicts damage to the eye may find that their suite, upon return, has been trashed. As if someone or something threw a big tantrum in there while they were gone. Wonder why that happened...?

HOWLING

CALL OF THE WILD

Temperatures drop drastically at night as the camping excursion nears its end. Nights become so chilly that morning dew frosts over, crunching beneath guest feet. Every day the light and its warmth set a little bit earlier. Staff remain elusive and do not provide warmer blankets or clothes for guests, leaving them to cuddle for warmth or find other ways to sleep comfortably during nightly cold snaps.

The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.

THE WEATHER TURNS

► Along with chilly nights, the last few days of camping feature inclement weather conditions. Clouds overtake the sun and rain falls, alternating between light mist and heavy downpour.

► Winds pick up, with speeds threatening to whip away the less stable tents. Guests that don't hunker down and add additional support to their tents may end up chasing them into the storm. Other loose items around the campgrounds may end up blown away as well.

BLOOD MOON

► Wild instinct rises with the blood moon. As crimson moonlight beckons, some guests may begin to feel ... strange. As if they need to claw their true selves free. Those that answer the call to bathe in the light of the blood moon will undergo a transformation.

► Basking in the light of the blood moon triggers a were-transformation. While the standard were that the blood moon inspires is the classic werewolf, guests may transform into any kind of were. Along with hybrid transformation, the blood moon stirs mating and sex impulses in these new weres. Remaining humans are at risk of being eaten... in the sexy way.

► Transformation into a were is not mandatory. Other guests may step into the blood moon's light and not experience any kind of transformation or impulse. These guests are now actors in a sexy horror scene, given the task of surviving the night surrounded by monsters! At least they're sexy monsters? Giving in and fucking on the wild side may be more fun.

PACKING UP

► After the crazy weather and horny werewolves, the staff judge that it's high time to wrap this excursion up. Guests will once again openly see these diligent workers the morning after the blood moon. They come flooding into the site with clothing, snacks, and other comforts while praising everyone for surviving for so long without the resort's usual luxuries.

► A first aid tent and cleaning station are swiftly erected. All guests that volunteer to treat injuries sustained over the course of the camping experience or help clean up the site will be compensated with a large payout.

► Every guest that participated in the camping event, regardless of whether they help wrap things up, will be issued a spa voucher. Go relax, you've earned some pampering after all of that hard living!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: altered states; eyes (descriptions only, incl. eye injury); exhibitionism; hunting (incl. hunting fantasy creatures); orgies; public sex; survival; temperature play; tentacles; transformation; violence

▶ 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 September event. Camping will ICly begin September 15th and end October 3rd.

▶ 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.

▶ 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.

▶ 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.

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Comments

[mistcraft]

[ he's prepared to deal with whatever's about to burst out of the water in the most appropriate (or inappropriate) of ways. fernando might find that there are much more frightening things than plugging holes with its tentacles... it might end up as some kind of salted and dried meal for an angrier, more vengeful creature.

instead. ]

Ah. [ well, this isn't the first time he's seen quincy in the nude while also accusing him of something. won't be the last. ] Your clothes? Haven't seen them and why would I take them?

[ hands on his hips, the fox gestures around himself. he's not carrying anything on him. the flannel robe he wore has been trimmed into something breezy, lightweight, and barely rests on his shoulders. ]

Perhaps you should be more alert when you go out exploring for... whatever has caught your attention.

[comfypillow]

I was taking a bath.

[ Why would Kuya take his clothes…? For fun? To be troublesome? Boredom?

Quincy frowns but decides not to complicate his morning by getting into a verbal match with Kuya—the fox would win anyway. So he shakes his head like a dog to dry his hair, sending droplets flying, immediately planning make some temporary clothing out of the larger leaves nearby.

Then, the bushes shake, along with a few strange scrun scrun scrun noises. Two furry little balls come flying from thicket to grab onto the hem of Kuya’s tailored robe, seemingly attempting to slide it off his body and run away with it. They wag back and forth and screech while trying to divest the fox of his clothing.

Quincy, for his part, just stands there 🧍‍♂️ and watches them. Trying to molest an old yokai… they really have no sense of danger, huh? ]

[mistcraft]

[ he waits for a sharper, wittier retort and instead he has to shield himself from the water that quincy sprays around him! raising his hands to cover his face, he makes sure to keep a few fingers splayed so he can see the man... yeah. he certainly is the same stoic forest guardian. in a way, he's a sight for sore eyes, a beacon of familiarity. what might be worse is kuya getting used to the golden peacock's antics despite being considered a guest and not a permanent resident.

and then he gets fking ambushed. ]

The--- get off of me!

[ snarling, the fox can't fling them off until they're happy with leaving kuya completely bare... which he doesn't mind. he has nothing to hide, his ears and tail staying hidden for now.

once they flee with their goods... ]

I suppose you can place your blame on your little friends. They're under your purview, aren't they?

[ forest creatures... right????? ]

[comfypillow]

[ Wow... look at us, just two extremely sexy butt naked dudes standing right beside a lake. Quincy watches the snoggleboffs run off into the forest with Kuya's clothes, offering a short nod of acknowledgement when the other man points out the obvious. Welp. They sure do seem like the culprits, don't they? The path they've left looks easy to track, with broken blades of grass and splattered mud. ]

Easy to tra—...

[ Before he can finish the thought, several fat tentacles slaps onto the bank around them. Someone noticed the two very sexy naked butt naked dudes standing by the lake. Fernando's eyes peek above the water, dewy black glittering as that horny gaze burns into them both, with his dripping tentacle monster penis (??? I am taking liberties) already poking above the surface as well. ]

... Oh.

[mistcraft]

[ wow! just the two of them, asses out, dicks out. kuya pales in comparison to quincy when it comes to sheer weight and mass and height but he does have one thing he excels in: letting his ears and tail show as soon as he's in the nude. he covers himself up with his fluffy tail, frowning all the while. ]

Now look what you've made me do.

[ he doesn't enjoy doing this but if it means giving himself some cover... ]

And what is that thing? Another one of your forest friends?

[ yes. fernando is all quincy's fault. watch kuya squint at the tentacle that's peeking out of the water get joined by another. and another. and another. why are there four tentacle penises? who let fernando have all of this????? ]

Put them away or I'll make you put them away.

[comfypillow]

[ It’s rare for Kuya to show his tail. Somehow, between the lustful tentacle creature and the fox, his attention lands back onto the latter. Quincy’s fingers twitch with the urge to comb through that softness. Hm… maybe those snoggleboffs had been a stroke of good luck? ]

I don’t know him.

[ Clearly that’s some kind of water beast? One he actually hasn’t seen in the vale before. He turns his attention back to Fernando when one of those fat tentacles comes up and slaps across his bountiful chest; Quincy grabs it, peeling it off, and those suction cups make an audible noise before popping off and leaving behind scattered red marks on his flesh.

Weird enough, they’re … oddly pleasant? Those spots tingle in a way that stirs the forest guardian’s cock to life, impressive length stiffening. Another tentacle slaps across his ass and curls around his thick waist, provoking more strange feelings. Eyebrow twitching, Quincy reaches to yank that one off as well, a blush beginning to dust his cheeks and throat. ]

Don’t … touch it.

[ A warning for the old fox, but… perhaps it’s too late? Fernando has so many tentacles, after all. ]

[mistcraft]

[ it's way too late for kuya. while he could be as fast as anyone, fernando's got the fastest tentacles in all of the resort. the first one clips him right in the left cheek, leaving behind a mark that looks awfully like hickeys than actual suckers. just one causes him to groan, whatever poison that lines the flesh of the creature making his entire body feel like it's on fire--- among other things. his cock immediately springs to life as he attempts to move away, only to stagger and end up colliding into quincy. ]

Wasn't planning on it.

[ gritting his teeth, he grabs onto the man's arms and hangs there as the tentacles continue to harass him. another touches and sticks to his back and all kuya can do is choke back another moan as pleasure floods his system. his essence, as powerful as it is, somehow can't handle the pressure of a funny little guy like fernando. ]

What is it... how did you not encounter it when you were swimming around?

[comfypillow]

Does that matter?

[ Who will win between two powerful clan members and a horny tentacle monster? The rule of sexy from their land is their ultimate downfall: if it’s horny, it wins. This funny little guy? So horny.

Quincy grunts when Kuya collides into him—no, grunt isn’t correct. What escapes his throat is a moan as pleasure courses along his flesh, webbing out to burn bright at every nerve. Whatever the monster secretes triggers arousal, a deduction that helps the forest guardian not at all when caught in its slimy clutches.

Fernando is seemingly ecstatic, curling another tentacle around them, slapping the men chest to chest and groin to groin. Quincy’s breathing grows laborious, heart a battle drum in his chest. Worse, when Fernando treats them like dolls and rubs them together, as if telling them to kiss. Friction is another shock to Quincy’s system, especially when his cock lines up just right and grinds into the clutch of Kuya’s thighs. ]

… tch. [ precum smears against Kuya as Quincy’s cockhead grinds against him, ] Open your legs.

[ Not instructions for escape, but so he can thrust his cock between those thighs and fuck them. Look, he’s too horny to focus on beating up this creature, so clearly the answer is orgasm first and battle after. ]

[mistcraft]

[ this sensation... it's probably the same kind he's forced onto others, and especially one particular person in general. now that he's feeling it himself, he wonders if it'll keep him from doing it again? lacing things, handing out recipes that end up working in the fox's favor without the knowledge of the brewer, things of that sort. playful and mean-spirited yet in the end, they both always enjoyed it.

thoughts of the young master are immediately wiped away as he feels that erection grind and glide against his thigh flesh. ]

Is that all you're aiming for? Guess that's probably for the best...

[ he doesn't need to be wrecked yet. as he opens his legs, it allows him to bump his own erection against the other man's crotch, rubbing right above the base of his dick. ]

... you better take care of me too, while you're at it.

[comfypillow]

You don’t want him to?

[ A dry response despite how very much not dry Quincy is everywhere else. Fernando’s secretions make him slick, though that’s a benefit when it comes to grinding his cockhead between Kuya’s thighs.

They lock together when the fox acquiesces. Despite the comment, Quincy grabs the cock that grinds against him, other hand hooking onto Kuya’s hip to keep a good grip on him. Tentacles continue to slide across them both, suction cups leaving red marks after sucking down over patches and naked flesh.

Damp curls fall across Quincy’s brow as he thrusts into the clench of Kuya’s thighs. Despite the troublesome situation, pleasure courses through him like a powerful drug—a blush breaks out across his cheeks and chest as his body flexes, cock dragging up against Kuya’s taint and balls with each fuck.

With them, there’s no need to hold back. If anyone can take him aside from that little devil that’s never far from either of their thoughts, it’s Kuya. The opposite is also true: Quincy’s fist works the fox’s cock without restraint. ]

[mistcraft]

[ it's friction that draws moans out of kuya, ones he'd usually hold back to keep any partner he's with from knowing how he actually feels. but when his body betrays him from the suckers, from the secretions and from the slickness from quincy's dick grinding and gliding against him? even an old fox like him can't maintain his composure for long. that he's jerking his hips, trying to find any way to work any of that burn away from his nerves. his mind can only take so much. ]

No. I don't want him.

[ a snarl of defiance against the inevitable--- it's all he can do. he grabs onto quincy's sides and digs his fingers in as hard as he can, trying to work himself into that hand when the other man thrusts in between his legs. ]

I want you, old friend. After I turn that creature into ashes, I'll take you.

[ this is just a warm up. probably. after all his length is a dripping, shaking, trembling mess. a few more thrusts and he might end up adding to whatever has been brewing. ]

[comfypillow]

Leave him… alone.

[ Even if he’s not one of the creatures of the forest Quincy knows, it’s grown obvious that the creature isn’t malevolent. Just extremely horny; it looks like he’s getting off right along with them, tentacles growing more eager to try and stuff themselves into any one of their orifices it can. It’s also stupid enough to try and do so with Quincy’s ear.

Too busy to slap away those tentacles, Quincy allows the creature to flop around as it wants as he continues to thrust into the clutch of Kuya’s thighs. His eyes narrow in pleasure of it, heightened by the way hot and cold prickle along his body everywhere the creature’s secretions ooze. ]

But you can have me.

[ He abandons milking Kuya’s cock to grip his hips with both hands, focusing on plowing his own into the tight clutch of the fox’s thighs. Despite his usually good endurance, the forest guardian comes soon after, hot cum splattering between Kuya’s legs and onto one of those winding tentacles.

Only, Quincy’s cock doesn’t soften. The man trembles, panting, face flush as his grip on Kuya turns bruising. ]

Not enough.

[mistcraft]

[ no, he will most CERTAINLY give the monster who has flooded them with some kind of aphrodisiac a stern talking to. he might even barbecue a tentacle for later, see if some unsuspecting resort guest might chomp down into a mouth full of potent, dick-hardening drugs.

the sudden burst of warmth brings his own orgasm, delivering what is a potent accumulation between the two of them. is fernando happy? probably. at least it can clean that tentacle off by retreating back into the water. ]

Then what are you planning to do about that?

[ he licks his lips. he can practically taste the arousal in the air between them, their essence combined so powerful there's no way any normal creature could avoid a sudden heat. ]

Perhaps you should get on your back and allow me to sate your desires.

[comfypillow]

[ Fernando is really out here living his best life. Barring, of course, Kuya getting him later and making some takoyaki. The creature slides a few tentacles away, happy to have gotten covered in their cum. Quincy notices, but the arousal doesn’t abate with Fernando’s retreat. His secretions remain potent. ]

No, you get on your back.

[ The problem when two dominant men hook up—they both like having control. They also both happen to like putting it in. Something clearly on Quincy’s mind as he leans forward, resting his hands on Kuya’s sticky thighs, encouraging them to part for him. Between semen and tentacle monster secretion there’s enough lubricant for the fox to take his cock.

Though he isn’t naive enough to think Kuya is going to obediently roll over and present hole. ]