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TDM 12
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
As a token of appreciation to all of our guests, the house and resort have worked in collaboration with the all powerful system that transmigrates souls between worlds to bring you a special excursion! All are invited to participate in our limited time event, Tits out! A Sex Dungeon! where guests can shop, craft, adventure, treasure hunt, and battle.
During this event, sexual encounters with WILDCARD guests are worth double the payout, so please keep an eye out for our new arrivals! Other supplies, such as typically banned weapons, are also available.
We appreciate our low rank guests temporarily adjusting their living quarters to accommodate this delightful experience. Extra thanks to you for your generosity! 】
WINDING MARKET
A ROOKERY COMES SPRAWLING
SPECIALTY SHOPS
LIMITED TIME WARES
JOBS & QUESTS
A MAKESHIFT TAVERN
Are you looking to make big coin? Do you have the strength and endurance to take on the dungeon? Then we want YOU to join our guild's quest to sLay!
The dungeon is teeming with sexy monsters that need sLaying. All you need to do to sLay is to fuck them real good! Once satisfied, these sexy monsters may drop quality loot. Join in the hunt to sLay and consolidate drops with our guild! We're happy to make trades or buy.
Yaaassss sLay all day!
JOB POSTING ONE! BIG PAYOUT FOR EASY WORK!
I am a pharmacist looking for some brave adventurers willing to go down into the dungeon and collect dongle flower milk for me. I need at least 10 bottles! This is an important ingredient in one of my popular prescriptions. I am not athletic enough to go get it myself and my supplies are running low.
Please deliver all dongle flower milk to the medical shop in the northwest corner of the market. Please note, I need FULL bottles. Do not skimp or I won't pay!
JOB POSTING TWO! HELP A WOMAN'S GROWING BUSINESS!
I am a young lady looking to expand my make-up business. I heard rumors that there's water in the dungeon that could make an AMAZING base for make-up products. But it sounds like it's super scary in there and I don't want to go. Please, someone, help!
You can bring all bottles of dungeon water to the make-up booth in the southeast corner of the market. I'm willing to pay in chips or trade some of my current products. My face masks and nail polishes are really good!
JOB POSTING THREE! PLEASE DON'T ASK WHY!
Hello. I need many dungeon slime cores, so I am looking for everyone and anyone willing to go slime hunting and gather some for me. We can negotiate pay based upon the number of slime cores brought. Do not inquire what the slimes or their cores are needed for.
Please bring all slime and slime core deliveries to back door of the Dried and Baked Sundries shop. Thank you!
JOB POSTING FOUR! I WANT COLLECTABLES!
If you're going into the dungeon, I want collectables. If you find that fabled treasure room, bring me back something cool and shiny. I'm willing to pay good money! I don't care what it is as long as it's hard to get and I can brag to my friends about it.
You can find me drinking in the tavern. I'll be wearing expensive velvet and a tiny hat with a feather.
A WHOLE NEW BASEMENT
GOOD LUCK, NEW ARRIVALS
UPPER DUNGEON
START THE DESCENT
LOWER DUNGEON
HALFWAY DOWN
TREASURE ROOM
IT DEFINITELY ISN'T CURSED
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; anonymous; aphrodisiacs; BDSM dynamics; body swap; breeding kink; classic tropes; costumes; cum play; dubcon; death; enchantments; erotic plants; erotic monsters; entrapment; hypnotism; noncon; temperature play; traps; weapons; violence; voice kink
▶ 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 November event and is designed to provide content for players through the mods' December break. The marketplace and dungeon will ICly conclude on January 1st.
▶ 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!
▶ 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.
▶ 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 November event and is designed to provide content for players through the mods' December break. The marketplace and dungeon will ICly conclude on January 1st.
▶ 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!
▶ 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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even if so much of that flora seems intent on reaching out and touching him (caressing at best or groping at worst). typically, a repudiating sweep of his talons makes the foliage think better of its overly-amorous ways. as for the monsters, getian seems to luck out in that several of them don’t seem interested in him—do they think he’s a monster as well? if that is the case, he will count himself as lucky.
the thing about having spent even a moderate amount of time on this floor is that getian has rather quickly learned its varying “dangers.” the potions within the chests, mostly, but there are also the strange flowers that grow thick in the very heart of the forest… the Miemeng bird is roosting nearby when he catches sight of the approach of another, likely drawn there by the request he’d heard had been posted for the plants’ milk.
it’s neither in getian’s nature nor required of him to try to intervene and warn everyone about the consequences that getting too close to the flowers might pose. he thinks that whoever posted that request should have done that themself.
but when he notices the tall, strapping figure of quincy—one that he wouldn’t mistake for anyone else in this resort—well…
he takes wing, but as the Miemeng bird is alighting down on the ground, he sees that his warning would already be too late if he gave it. ) Quincy— ( he cautions, but the first flower has already fired its milky load, followed in short order by the second. the bushes seem to bristle with the rest, ready to fire off at the faintest provocation.
which puts getian in a tricky position. do as quincy says and stay still, or just try to get out of range and save himself…?
when he flares out his wings and tries to lift off again, the plan that had formed in his mind had actually been closer to what had happened on their first meeting: dart forward to try to grab the man and pull them both to safety, but… what getian hadn’t accounted for was the wind whipped up by his wings. the faint, buffeted breeze brushes past the dongle flowers, and all hell breaks loose, with the two of them well within the range of the thick, milky crossfire.
getian himself has streaks of the stuff across his exposed skin and in his feathers; he expresses a faint sound of displeasure upon noticing the latter. of course, he’d been standing further away, so he probably suffered less than quincy had, basically standing at ground zero… )
My apologies… ( he shakes out his wings, as if doing so would remove the viscous milk. when he looks up to the other man, it’s with an apologetic and almost sheepish expression. ) I couldn’t warn you in time…
( hm… he’s starting to have a feeling of deja vu… )
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A wry thought that crosses the forest guardian’s mind the moment before chaos erupts. Getian swooping down, trying to save him, though the dongle flowers are an entirely different breed than the snuggleblossoms. Resigned to fate, Quincy closes his eyes a millisecond before the dongle flowers blow their load. A symphony of milk explodes with streams of sticky fluid splattering Quincy from head to toe. White oozes down his face, his muscular chest, sticks in his hair, and stains his clothing. A human man would find the sight extremely provocative; seeing as Getian is a bird, maybe the image won’t be quite as lewd to him.
He remains still until the shower is over… though he’s keenly aware that any break is temporary. Slowly, he opens his eyes, wiping milk away from his lashes with the back of his hand. ]
… it’s my fault.
[ He should have approached with more caution. All flowers in this resort, evidentially, must be handled with care. Especially since he’s already feeling strange after his unexpected milk shower—heat flushes through his body, strongest of all at his groin. His cock stiffens, its large profile obviously tenting at the front of his trousers. It isn’t a heat like the one the snuggleblossoms caused, that had felt desperate and painful. This is more… he’s horny. Suddenly so horny and feeling like he could fuck for hours. Another wry thought: makes sense that a pharmacist was looking for this ingredient. That ‘popular prescription’ is now abundantly obvious.
When Quincy’s gaze returns to Getian, it’s somewhat dazed. His cheeks are stained pink and milk drips down his face to his throat. Ah… Getian really is so pretty. He suddenly can’t stop thinking about the tight clutch of his cloaca. Exhaling, Quincy slowly picks his way through the forest toward the bird, trying to ignore intrusive thoughts. ]
Have you seen a pond around here?
[ He… really needs to wash off. They both do, but Quincy is basically a walking porno at the moment. ]
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though, really, there are greater factors at play that are working against them, manipulating them into such similar scenarios. yes, one should probably be wary of any flora that appears spontaneously in this resort, as they do seem to be favorite and convenient conveyance methods of, well… various substances and fluids that could inflame one with carnal need. unfortunately, getian’s own arcane skills are ill-suited to defend either of them from the dongle flowers’ assault; if anything, the wind stirred up by his wings only makes matters worse by disrupting more of them (though they might still have gotten over-excited by the over-excitement of the other flowers nearby). despite good intentions and best efforts, they both bear the brunt of the floral firing squad, their faces, bodies, clothing, hair, and feathers made a mess by the viscous milk.
the concept of who was truly at “fault” here probably didn’t matter much to begin with, but it rapidly diminishes in importance as the effects of the milk begin to pass through skin and into their blood. getian finds his breathing becoming more labored, a flush spreading across his face and running down his throat as heat fills his veins like liquid magma. he would agree that it was different than what they had experienced with the snugglebossoms—that had been an almost dangerous imperative, a physical need so acute that it had verged on painful when considering not fulfilling it. he feels restless. he takes a few wary steps back from the dongle flowers, apprehensive that they might fire again, though the rest of his body language seems confused, uncertain—his wings are half-held out, occasionally fluttering with aimless energy, seeking any outlet.
distracted. it’s hard to focus on what quincy says to him. it’s hard to focus on anything that isn’t the chiseled landscape of the man’s body, the pronounced shape of his cock straining at the front of his trousers. the Miemeng bird’s feathers ruffle as a bone-deep ache sinks through him before taking up residence in his hips. it’s true that the absolute mess that the flowers had made of quincy wouldn’t immediately read as lewd to a bird like him, but… well, getian has been in the resort for several months at this point, and such conceptions can be learned. with the way he looks, he is fighting back his own intrusive thoughts, though they are more along the lines of how badly he wants to grab the man in his claws and carry him away for his own ends.
hm. that wouldn’t be very polite… )
…Pond? ( the words filter in several seconds too late. he manages to tear his attention away to return his gaze to quincy’s own, but just barely. his breath comes in quick, heated huffs. ) There are some places I have found on this level where water trickles through, further down, but I have seen nothing like that.
( it seems so pointless to talk about this— )
Quincy…
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I was thinking that we could wash off if there was one.
[ Unable to help himself, Quincy stops only when he’s standing right in front of the Miemeng bird. Drawn in, a hapless moth to beautiful flame. Like that ill-fated insect, Quincy can’t resist reaching out to touch. His hands, still damp from dongle milk, cup Getian’s warm cheeks. A thumb strokes, gently wiping away a few flecks of milk clinging to that pretty face. A gesture that might have been sweet if not for the raging boner that Quincy’s currently sporting; its profile is impressive, a massive bulge leaking precum against the front of his trousers.
His own cheeks burn. Even the roots of his ears are blushing, bright color stark against blond curls. Forget a pond—what Quincy really needs at the moment is an ice bath. Every nerve wants Getian. Needs Getian. Yet to attack him in the middle of a crop of erotic flowers again … what if he starts to think that Quincy is some cloaca-hungry beast?
Despite best intentions, Quincy’s gaze is rapt on Getian’s mouth. Such a lovely shape. Begging to be kissed. He’s trying very hard not to visualize how they would look stretched around his cock. ]
… but it may be too late for that.
[ He can immediately sate one of those urges. Leaning in, Quincy meets their mouths, finding the smallest relief in the curve of Getian’s lips. A kiss that he lingers in, an innocent one despite all of the depraved acts he wants to subject the Miemeng bird to. In the end, he rests their foreheads together before admitting, ]
I want you.
[ As if his unflagging erection hasn’t made that abundantly clear. But this want isn’t the same as having been drenched in milk and meeting a stranger; it’s genuine attraction that he has always been quiet and respectful about amplified to an overwhelming degree. Their first encounter had been so sudden and frenzied that he’s taken great care since. Wanting to treat Getian well… but with instincts laid bare by dongle flowers, it’s hard to deny his desire to fuck the bird senseless.
What he doesn’t know, however, is if Getian wants him back in the same way. He may have also been sprayed, but not to the same degree—and even so, that doesn’t mean that Getian wants to mate with him again. ]
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even if there was a body of water they could wash off the milk with, should they, at this point? there’s a part of getian that feels ashamed for how passive and aloof he has been since their first meeting. should he be more forthcoming with his affections? it’s been so long he scarcely remembers the process for his own kind, and surely it would be different with a human.
in that case, the effects these flowers have are putting their finger on the scale, yes, pushing them more forcefully in a scenario that they might have fallen into otherwise… but it’s one that getian very much would like to fall into. sometimes, that push is useful.
quincy closes the distance between them, and getian remains rooted where he is, chest rising and falling in the quick tempo of his breath as he half-holds his wings out at his sides, partially folded, occasionally fluttering if not just as an outlet for superfluous, nervous-excited energy. when he reaches out to cup his face in both hands, it is an echoed memory of how he had done much the same after their first encounter. getian’s heart beats even faster, threatening to burst. he tries to get himself sorted, to account for his countenance and his composure, but he all but melts into the kiss when quincy finally leans in to initiate it.
as relatively short and chaste as the kiss may be, something rises in getian during it. previously, he had been standing in such a way where he was roughly equivalent in height with quincy. when their lips meet, however, his posture changes, and his clawed feet shift in the grass. he stands tall to his full height, having to crane his neck downwards to maintain the kiss right before separation is put once more between them—though not so much that they can’t meet their foreheads together in a gesture of closeness that is in and of itself yet another echo of their past.
with the way that getian typically holds himself, one can forget how immense of a bird he actually is. his actual body may be willow-like and slender, but his wingspan is wide and his scaled, taloned legs are long and powerful. in his own era, he had called himself a yao, or what humans believed to be malevolent monsters or demons. it had been helpful to set others’ expectations of him. Miemeng birds are by their nature peaceful and beneficial to man, but, oh, what a ruin they could have been if their hearts were not so pure in their love for mortals and their beautiful, messy world.
“I want you.”
there is a great arcane power spoken of on the Great Plains of his era. even in his own time, it had become so rare that many thought it a myth, as the Gods of Sheti had become harder and harder to find and commune with: Ask and Acquire. regardless of the story told, there is always a great risk that one assumes when making their plea.
getian’s mismatched eyes flash, and his wings fling out to their maximum span. they move, gathering up the dead air beneath them, beating it into something alive and useful as he launches off of the ground—though not before he reaches out to, just as he had intended to when he’d approached quincy earlier, snatch quincy around the midsection and carry him up into the mingled branches and architecture of this level’s canopy.
a short flight later, and he’s dropping the man as gently as he can (which is actually not very gently at all, because quincy is large and heavy for a human, and flying with him is even more difficult than when he’d carried yenisei as a small horse) in a sizable nest, hidden and secure in the high branches of the trees. it had actually been the nest of a group of harpies, but getian had forced them out of it (and cleaned it up) when he’d decided to spend some time on this level of the dungeon. now it serves a far more important purpose than an occasional safe place to rest his eyes. once quincy has been deposited, getian lands directly over him, talons sinking into the soft, woven material as he flares his wings out over him in a way that could be construed as either protective or possessive. )
Quincy, ( when he speaks his tongue feels oddly leaden; lust makes it difficult for him to think clearly, and even if he could, things like this are still hard for him to work through mentally, let alone verbally, ) I want you as well.
( one foot lifts, carefully positioning to drag the very points of his talons over the hem of quincy’s shirt, tugging ever-so-slightly into the waistline of his pants. getian probably could rip these off of him, but, well… they’d almost certainly be ruined. but it’s rather obvious for that a long moment, he is definitely considering it. )
I, have wanted you…