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TDM 011

【 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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[This feels like the right move - avoiding more violence, before he actually runs out of energy or gets genuinely hurt. And Chobe is relaxing against him, kissing him back, so he relaxes in turn... to an extent.

Those vines start pulling his pants down and Dodger shivers. His breathing starts to pick up, too quickly to just be from excitement, but he tries to mask it by deepening their kiss, reaching down to fumble with Chobe's pants. Undoing them so he can stroke the younger man's cock, even if his body is tensing right up again as he does.]

[It's the horny equivalent of distracting a feral cat with a toy or catnip to be honest, that blood lust receding and being replaced by a growing desire of closeness and pleasure. The way Dodger trembles, that brief hint of hesitance, it's exhilarating to Chobe, intensified when the other starts stroking him. Even still, something feels. . .off. The Dodger he's come to know is a fucking mess of a prick, but hardly restrained. It's that same nervousness he felt before they started their brawl.

Reluctantly, Chobe breaks the kiss, trying to settle his mind as his cock his handled, and he brings hand to Dodger's face, forcing him to look him directly in the eye.]

Oi, do you want this? You ain't been this stiff before.

[Dodger flinches when Chobe touches his face, but doesn't pull away. He doesn't like his scars being touched, and he doesn't like his face being touched near his blind eye, which adds up to the whole thing being roughly off-limits. But he is meeting Chobe's gaze, at least... for a few moment, before he looks away.]

Does it matter? I'm letting you.

[He sounds genuinely confused about what the issue is. His chest hurts and he feels like he can't take proper breaths, but men want this, don't they? Surely Chobe expects to top him, even while the panic is getting steadily more obvious. He just has to push through it until it stops making his skin crawl and his lungs lock up. He just has to stop being a pussy about it.]

[Dodger get therapy challenge!!

There's something familiar about this, that forced resignation. Something Chobe had years and years to get used to for survival, long before adulthood. But here's Dodger, a man who at least physically looks a little older than him, squirming like it's his first time. Chobe has. . .very, very few hard lines. Perhaps surprisingly, consent is one of them. Dodger's giving him the go ahead, but it doesn't feel right, even if his arousal urges him to go fuck it, plow right in. But if their tao isn't in sync. . .]

Who's going down easy now, huh?

[Chobe clicks his tongue, a vine completely tearing off Dodger's pants, and then working with Chobe's hand to get the current werewolf as hard as possible. Then he shifts, moving to position his ass atop him, watching Dodger with his good eye to see if he takes the bone he's getting thrown.]

[It takes Dodger a bit to understand where Chobe's going with it. His pants are being ripped off, the next logic step to taking him. And then... a hand around his cock, unexpected but good. It's not like he needs much encouragement, even under duress - especially under duress - his cock eagerly greets any stimulation whatsoever. He's still expecting the other shoe to drop, until Chobe repositions himself and Dodger has to take a second to just... blink up at him dumbly.

His breathing is still fast and shallow, but he is relaxing. That nervous tail wiggle is turning into proper, slow wagging, and his ears swivel forward. He never expects sympathy for his damage, he expects to be jeered at for not being able to defend himself when it happened. He expects other men to push forward, to take until he burns them out of panic, and he expects to be beaten and discarded afterward. And that somehow hasn't happened a single time yet, here. The thought occurs to him, that if Chobe of all people isn't interested in forcing the issue, this place is probably much safer than Boston.]

...Shut up.

[His hands are shaking a bit, but he reaches a hand up to grip into Chobe's hair, guiding him down for another kiss. Clumsy, breathless, but he's showing his gratitude in the most guarded way he can. It's short, though, so he can speak more pragmatically.]

There's lube in my pants pocket... somewhere. I, uh... can't retract my claws.

[So either Chobe needs to stretch himself out, or... Dodger's not going to judge him if he wants claws inside of him.]

[Thank fuck, Chobe thought Dodger was gonna cry or something. He welcomes the kiss and yank of hair, that's far easier to deal with than verbalizing any sort of gratitude or kindness. Clueless bastard was looking almost like a real mutt with those puppy dog eyes.

A laugh escapes his throat as Dodger mutters something about lube. He presses a palm against one of his hands, forcing those claws to draw blood.]

If you want it, go on and get it. Thought ya wouldn't mind it kinda tight.

[That earns another laugh out of him. Yeah, he really should know better by now than to try and give Chobe any level of lenience.]

I don't care if you don't. Just giving you options.

[He flexes his claws, digging in a little more purposefully before releasing and sliding it down. Gripping Chobe's hip, and digging his claws in as deep as he can get them to draw out a proper pool of blood. Something he can dig his fingers into and wet them, before he moves again to press two of those fingers into Chobe's ass.

His motions are quick and careless, relying on that strange healing factor to keep things running smoothly. Chobe's made it perfectly clear that Dodger shouldn't be worried about hurting him, and Dodger just cares enough not to hurt himself with the squeeze when he gets in. So there's barely a minute of prep, before Dodger pulls his claws out and drags Chobe down onto his cock.]

[This is simply a bad time for anyone not them.

Claws tear into flesh and blood flows freely with a faint sweet scent. Those familiar thin vines can't get to stitching Chobe up until Dodger moves his hands, but just as soon as those close, those claws are in his ass. Even Chobe can't help hissing at the pain, though it's probably moreso his flower inwardly screaming the fuck are you doing. But Chobe doesn't listen to anyone, not even his body. If he's doing this he's gonna get an experience outta it.

Blood ain't really the best of lubricants, possibly benefiting Dodger alone, but Chobe rolls with it, letting out something like a yowling moan as that cock tears into him. His body is working to repair the damage, but absolutely not helped along by Chobe deciding to sink further, get Dodger in there as deep as he can go. His insides stretch, rip, bleeding as vines quickly try to keep up the healing factor. Best way to deal with pain is more pain, and it's quickly being outweighed by a new adrenaline rush. But hey maybe the excess blood helps Dodger along.]

Hah--this all ya can give, mutt?

[Fuck, he can feel something ripping inside of Chobe, but he can also feel those vines slipping in to stitch things back together. Just like with Toma, the alien feeling of them moving around his cock has Dodger intoxicated. And he can't help bucking his hips into it, seeking to interrupt the healing so he can feel even more of it.]

Not by a long shot.

[This position... actually sucks. Not enough room to move the way he wants, to get those properly deep thrusts. So Dodger slips a hand up to brace Chobe's back, keeping him in place so he can roll them both over and cage the smaller man in against the ground with his body. Much better - this feels more dominant, it scratches something in the wolf brain. Although it really is hard to tell where the wolf brain ends and Dodger's normal behavior begins.

Then he captures Chobe's lips again, partly just to shut him up, while his hips start to move in earnest. Setting a brutal pace, trying to prevent Chobe's body from fully healing for as long as possible, while his claws dig into the blond's hip and heat up enough to burn through his flesh.]

[He can just barely feel gravity overtaking him as Dodger pushes them down, fighting against it slightly just on instinct. Maybe it's a bit of pride as well; he has to resit at least a little. It doesn't take much to pull him back into the moment though, feeling that cock inside him puncture and press against things it shouldn't. He's grateful for the messy kiss, it stops a moan from escaping him, not wanting to give Dodger that much satisfaction just yet.

The burning is another story though. He hisses against Dodger's mouth as those claws sink in and burn, vines redirecting their energy to try and fix that at the same time, though its hardly fruitful. The pain, the intensity, the heat, it all has Chobe desperately bucking and grinding, trying to find his own release.]

[There, this is perfect. Dodger's tail is wagging furiously, and a laugh escapes him when Chobe starts to buck against him.]

You're such a masochist.

[It's said with a tone of pure affection - he can't let loose like this with anyone else, and it's making him genuinely adore the few chances he's gotten to use Chobe's body. Just the fact that he can use his full strength, and he doesn't have to reign in his heat, is delicious.

It also makes it much harder to control himself, but he's determined to at least last long enough to get the smaller man off. Burning into his skin, pounding his ass with reckless abandon, and now leaning down to bite hard into Chobe's neck with his sharp new fangs. This time, he's intent on ripping a chunk out.]

[Chobe almost barks out a rebuttal; he can flip the script if that's what Dodger wants to see!! But he's not entirely wrong. Chobe can take so much damage, and dish out even more, not having a chance to truly flex his handiwork when it comes to torture. That can come another day, for someone unfortunate enough to get on his bad side. Right now, he simply embraces being drowned in the mess of pleasure and pain clashing together.

And even if he really wanted to complain, he doesn't get the chance. Those teeth sink into his neck, and that alone is enough to push Chobe over the edge, with a gurgle of a scream just on the tip of his tongue. But rather than a gasp of pleasure it becomes a choking, dying gasp of shock as his throat is ripped out clean out. It's certainly a sight to see, the red spray of blood that gushes from the wound just as he cums against Dodger. His entire body ripples at the sensation, reflexively clenching and then convulsing as it searches for air.

Of course, he won't die from it, and already vines sprout from his neck, quickly trying to seal the wound, assuming Dodger isn't going to give him that chunk back to recycle.]

[Dodger pauses to admire the sight - Chobe pinned down and bleeding into the dirt beneath them, coming all over himself as Dodger rips him open. It really is intoxicating, and he can't help using that pause to swallow the chunk of flesh in his mouth, and pull up his Watch to take a picture. Quickly, before too much of the gore is closed up by vines.]

God, that's hot.

[His hand moves back to grip into Chobe's shoulder, to give himself leverage to finish himself off with a few brutal thrusts. Just like that first time, his seed comes out scalding hot, enough to burn through the smaller man's insides, and Dodger's skin flashes with a dangerous amount of heat. As soon as it passes he pulls his hands back, careful not to leave them inside of Chobe when those wounds close up since his powers don't really work directly afterward.]

How's that, rough enough for you?

[His tail is already wagging, anticipating praise.]

[Dodger is SO lucky Chobe's vision is too blurred and on the verge of unconsciousness to catch him snapping a keepsake. He'd demand he delete it, fuck. He better not get off on it later!! (Chobe cannot stop him)

His neck stitches itself back together, letting Chobe breathe in, get oxygen moving again, just in time to feel his insides boiling from Dodger's climax. Fuck. Didn't even get to enjoy his own, and now this. He lets out a scream, writhing under Dodger until his insides smooth over the burning with healed organs, vines trying to keep up and heal the surface level burns as well. Still, Chobe doesn't try to kick him off or move, half paralyzed from getting his throat back, half wanting this, someone who can keep up, dish out as much as he can take. How could anyone pass that up?

Once he's coherent enough to speak, he scowls up at Dodger, partially wanting to summon a vine to slap at his dumb, goofy face. He's panting lightly, catching his breath.]

. . .good enough. S'an experience, I'll give ya that.

[Not as much praise as he wanted, but he's used to his partners just tolerating his presence. He'll take it.]

Nice getting fucked by someone that doesn't hold back, right?

[Dodger pulls out, and presses a kiss to Chobe's cheek before rolling over beside him to properly give him space.]

I could get used to having someone around that can handle me... it's a pain in the ass cleaning up the people that can't.

[That really is the only thing stopping him from constantly committing sex crimes. Not his own experience being on the other end, just laziness around dealing with the consequences. And, well, much easier options available here.]

[He'll get more praise if he just says he rather top next time from the start!! Chobe winces, a hiss escaping him as Dodger pulls out, letting the vines within fix any residual damage. He gives Dodger a Look at the kiss before turning his head to the side to spit out some excess blood from that throat repair before speaking up again.]

Yeah, yeah, don't look so cocky, mutt. Try lasting longer next time, see how hot you can really get. I barely got to feel it.

[On account from almost blacking out, but he's not gonna say that!! . . .but speaking of pain in the ass, he wants to ask what all that was about earlier. Dodger's cautious resignation is burned into his mind, and it's got him damn curious. But he relents, not wanting to spoil the high he's on right now. That's a conversation for later.

Instead, he just brings a hand to his neck, rubbing at it.]

Too bad yer chompers ain't always that sharp. You ain't got the balls to take a bite with yer blunts, do ya?

[Unfortunately, he genuinely loves the flesh ripping. Horrible.]

I lasted longer than you.

[He's also pretty sure he came close to killing Chobe, but if Chobe isn't complaining then Dodger certainly isn't going to bring it up. Instead he's just watching the smaller man, admiring the sight of the damage reversing and the life returning to Chobe's features.]

And I can definitely keep biting you. I've ripped a few throats out with my 'blunts' before.

[Who needs sharp teeth when you have super-strength and a profound lack of care for human life.]

Or I can bring a knife next time. Might be fun to make a new hole to fuck.

Barely. Yer just lucky I got worked up so fast.

[Only partially true, given he was hard and ready to go before he fully clocked Dodger's discomfort. He knows it's hardly a competition, just enjoying sniping with this horrible dog man.

He turns his head to Dodger to half sneer, half smirk.]

Ah? A new hole? What, I don't got enough already for ya? Y'know you'll have to pin me down if ya want that to happen. Won't be easy.

[Just a bit of a challenge, as a treat. But he ain't saying no.]

[Dodger turns his head to meet Chobe's gaze, looking openly curious. He has to fight for the right to fuck him, but Chobe's perfectly happy to bottom once he does. It's an interesting combination, not something he'd expect from someone who can easily overpower most people. It's almost aspirational.]

Maybe through your throat. Then you can't sass me while I'm railing you.

[Probably not. As much as he complains, he does like the banter. There's something familiar and homey about it, like he's got his best friend from home back.]

Does that even feel good?? If ya want me to deep throat ya, just ask, damn. 'Least try fuckin' my chest first or something.

[At this point he would not be surprised if Dodger has done something similar before, man's a freak, and Chobe here for it. He doesn't prefer bottoming, and probably never really will, but it's not like it doesn't feel good sometimes. And, it's in his best interest to make sure his partners are satisfied. Until he can figure out Dodger's deal, he can live with it for now.

He's still gonna run his mouth though. He snorts, forcing himself to sit up.]

And if ya don't want sass, try harder next time, mutt.

It's different, trust me. You should try it sometime - there's a demon around here called Archduke J that gives throatjobs out for free.

[Not that he doesn't want to get deep throated by Chobe, but that's a given. Fucking his chest or his stomach doesn't sound bad either... he imagines it would involve a lot of those vines twisting around his cock, and that's a very delicious mental image.

While Chobe gets up, Dodger stays where he is, and gazes up at him with a lazy, contented sort of humor. Listen, he's tired, and the ground here honestly isn't any worse than the tent he's headed back to after this.]

You like it. Otherwise you would've fucked me when you got the chance.

Of course you'd know.

[. . .he files that away though. This Archduke fella. If they can handle Dodger, they might be a good time. And they might have a new card. His thoughts trail off as Dodger sasses him, that cheeky remark lingering over him. He doesn't look back at the wolfman, keeping his true opinion to himself for the moment.]

Yeah sure, somethin' like that. Anyway, I'm gonna find Toma, make sure he didn't get jumped by another dog like you. Guess we're gonna have plenty to bitch about you back at our base.

I always know where to find the best shit.

[He's still getting his bearings here, but he's very proud of being a good source of information. Give him a few months, he'll be the world's best and most cursed tour guide.]

Sure. Send me a video of it later.

[He doesn't actually expect to get one, but he has to get one more tease in before he actually lets Chobe leave. And after a while, he teleports somewhere before actually heading off to bother someone else.]

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cw: dodger's awful attitude about his own trauma

cw implications of csa/non/dubcon etc

cw: more implications of dub/noncon + physical abuse

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cw: blood as lube,,,, and maybe mild gore??

Re: cw: more blood lube and description of organs ripping. nasty men

cw: just assume burns, blood and gore for the whole thread, they're naaasty

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cw blood/gore/vore??

cw: cannibalism + gore

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cw: implication of necro //face in hands

his new bestie smh

cw: guro discussion

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