TDM 12

[goldmods]

【 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

A CHARMING MARKET

► The Rookery floods the main lobby and begins construction on the eve of November 15th. This wandering group of merchants has decided to set up shop! From November 15th through January 1st, the Rookery will be operating a marketplace on the ground floor of the Golden Peacock. This marketplace operates at all hours and does not close.

► This once luxurious lobby has transformed into a rustic market. Wooden shops line the walls where eager merchants promote their wares. These little stores are stocked with handcrafted goods, specialty products, and artisanal treats. Unlike general Golden Peacock establishments, shops in the marketplace are willing to haggle and trade.

► Not all of these booths are occupied. Guests interested in selling their crafts or services are welcome to open up shop. The merchants of the Rookery will also hire resort guests looking for work.

CEDAR AND PINE

► This simple marketplace embraces small town charm. The scents of wood and pine meld with freshly baked bread and leather. The echo of a blacksmith striking metal resounds through chatter and laughter. Shopkeepers call and wave from their booths to lure in potential customers.

► Weather simulation has been introduced to the first floor. Snow falls from an artificial sky dotted with lights. This snow looks, feels, and tastes like the real thing. The temperature correspondingly drops to a brisk chill, so bundle up!

► Merchants decorate their shops with winding ribbons, baubles, and bells at the beginning of December. A massive pine tree graces the central square and patrons are invited to decorate it with sparkling ornaments.

Rumor of a gifting tradition spreads, with merchants jumping on board to offer gift wrap with every sale. If you don't give someone you care about a thoughtful present then you must not really like them at all!

SPECIALTY SHOPS

LIMITED TIME WARES

PREPARE FOR DUNGONEERING

► One of the biggest stores in the marketplace is the armorer's shop. It isn't safe to go adventuring in an unexplored dungeon without protection! Come one, come all. The best armor in town is here. The marketeers in the armorer's shop swear their supplies are the best in the business. Well-crafted! Quality materials! Enchanted to ward off the elements!

All available armor is extremely slutty. Every piece has been styled to emphasize the wearer's assets and barely covers anything. Tight, sexy, and functional. Isn't it a win/win for all? Let those tits battle and breathe!

► Guests that follow the sound of clanging metal will find the blacksmith. The front of the shop offers a basic selection of knives, swords, and shields for purchase. While the quality of these weapons is mediocre at best, guests may not want to pass up the opportunity to purchase a weapon while the house is allowing it.

Weapon aficionados may meet with the blacksmith to discuss enhancing the current selection. Special materials can be found in dungeon chests or collected from monsters to improve weapon quality. Guests willing to collect these materials and have the chips to spare can commission superior products.

► Several leather shops are competing for business. One specializes in enchanted leather pouches, another focuses on offering high quality boots. Leather journals make beautiful gifts. What lasts longer than leather clothing? Nothing! Or how about a leather hair accessory for that person with long, flowing locks?

Those browsing through these many leather shops best keep their wits about them. Not all of them are selling real leather! Some greedy merchants are trying to pass off plastic junk as the real thing. A few bold charlatans willing to lie about enchantments to customers that appear uneducated about magic. Do your best to not get swindled!

DRIED AND BAKED SUNDRIES

► The dried goods shop is the most popular amongst adventurers. Those preparing to head down into the dungeon can't leave without supplies, after all! One can find a broad selection of jellies, jams, preserves, cheese, jerky, nuts, and seeds. While they aren't the tastiest, they'll survive for several days in a backpack, which is exactly what every adventurer needs!

► The universe-renowned baking mogul, Mama Brot, has opened a shop selling her famous pretzels. These soft pretzels, nicknamed breastzels, come in both sweet and savory variations. They are deliciously plush and melt in the mouth. It's said that one bite of one of her pillowy breastzels will send you straight to heaven. Dessert and bread connoisseurs cannot miss out!

Guests eager to get their hands on some of Mama Brot's breastzels have their work cut out for them. The shops restocks with fresh breastzels every morning, but the line to purchase starts queuing two hours beforehand. Supply runs out quickly every time Mama Brot decides to whip up a new batch. Good luck!

► Small bakeries peppering throughout the marketplace kick off December with a flurry of decorated cookies. Guests will find cookies and biscuits cut into different shapes, painted with icing, smeared with jam, and drizzled with chocolate. Hot chocolate booths also pop up, their baristas encouraging guests to gather and enjoy the snow by the center market tree with a cozy drink.

JOBS & QUESTS

A MAKESHIFT TAVERN

CALLING ALL ADVENTURERS: A SLAYER QUEST AWAITS!
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.

PULL UP A CHAIR

► As a watering hole for adventurers looking for a place to kick back and relax with a hot beer, the tavern is a hot spot at all hours. Crude and sticky, there's never a dull moment at this establishment! Fights break out every night, drinking competitions are the norm, and it's the best place to gather information.

The tavern doubles as an inn, offering a dozen rooms above the bar for adventurers to cool their heels. A night's stay is relatively cheap and costs only a handful of chips.

► Guests can pick up jobs and quests from the tavern's request board. Postings vary in difficulty and payout. Anyone is welcome to pick them up and they can be completed for as long as the dungeon is active.

► Jobs and quests can be completed through the dungeon prompts below. They may be done multiple times. These job posters need a lot of supply!

► Guests can also list their own jobs and quests to the tavern's request board. While the board is typically meant to attract adventurers for hire, guests can advertise their own services this way. The bartender really doesn't care what goes up. She's too busy breasting boobily behind the counter in a corset that hikes her cleavage against her throat.

A WHOLE NEW BASEMENT

GOOD LUCK, NEW ARRIVALS

A TRENDY RENOVATION

► Low rank guests will be delighted to find that the basement has been completely renovated! Basement and maintenance floors have been converted into a realistic dungeon complete with gray stone, torchlight, and the echo of crawling monsters. Low rank suites have been temporarily adjusted to match the aesthetic.

► The communal bathroom has also been styled into a medieval latrine. Low rank guests can now enjoy bonding together over a communal trench and chamber pots. A helpful sign has been posted on the door advising guests to be wary of slimes coming up through the piping.

► Low rank guests that aren't happy with their living arrangements can check out the rooms above the tavern. They need only chat with the bartender and pay a fee for each night they wish to stay. It's up to them whether or not they think a dungeon filled with monsters or a raucous tavern is better for their beauty sleep.

NEW ARRIVALS

► New arrivals find themselves waking in various locations throughout the dungeon. Unlike low rank guests who have dungeon suites, new arrivals wake randomly in the upper and lower levels of the dungeon. Anywhere is fair game.

► New arrivals are considered dungeon monsters. In fact, wildcards are the number one hunted monster for the extremely popular sLaying quest! They'll have to keep on their toes if they don't want to be sexily sLayed.

► Stepping away from resort standard, wildcards wake dressed to embody their role as an erotic dungeon monster. The house knows that its guests have eclectic tastes, so monster costumes range from skimpy strategically placed furs to full body suits.

► What are dungeon monsters without drops? Wildcards will also wake with a pouch of valuables for adventurers to collect. These items can vary from useful ores, gemstones, and chip vouchers to random items like condoms, vegetables, and shiny rocks.

UPPER DUNGEON

START THE DESCENT

FLOOR 1

Heading down the stairs from the marketplace leads to the first floor of the dungeon. This is where all low rank suites have been condensed. Corridors are generally dry and well lit, with twisting ivy and torches lining the walls. Some guests say that it’s an improvement over the previously dreary, dirty basement.

Only a handful of monsters are brave enough to come close to the surface. The ones that do have low IQs and are easily defeated.

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► Barrels, crates, and chests can be found in corners and intersections. Low value materials, like perishables and basic clothing, can be found inside. This may or may not include the personal items of low rank guests misplaced during renovations. Whoops!

Watch out! Mimic chests love to hide amongst these crates. Opened mimic chests chase nearby guests, desperate to thrust their slimy tongues into any reachable orifice. They’re also quite dumb, happily repopulating areas where other mimics have been beaten. It isn’t uncommon to find a new one where an old one had been just yesterday!

► Sprigs of mistletoe grow over doors and dangle from the ceiling. Nothing happens when someone passes alone. The enchantment is only triggered when two or more people intersect. Those who cross under the mistletoe may find themselves unable to leave its proximity. As if an invisible bubble has appeared, attempts to leave will be rebuffed.

The mistletoe enchantment can only be broken by kissing. Some mistletoe may be satisfied with a brief kiss while others may require its victims to use tongue. Get ready for some smooching!

FLOOR 2

Multiple stairways across the first floor lead down to the second. As guests head down, they will find the temperature dropping and light dimming. The stairwell opens up to a reveal crumbling archways, staggered levels of ruins, and rich moss blanketing over stone.

This dungeon floor has several gaps between ruins and multiple pockets of open space. Old wooden bridges creak in the wind. Leaves flick across, carried on steady breeze. Treasure chests and harpy-like monsters can be found throughout the ruins.

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► Adventurers need to cross multiple bridges to make it to the next portion of the dungeon. However, they will find that they cannot cross these bridges alone. All bridges in this area vanish the moment someone steps out solo. Luckily, falls to the ground are cushioned by a thick blanket of moss.

Adventurers must step forward together, hand-in-hand, in order to cross. Guests that stop holding hands while crossing, hesitate, or mistrust one another will find the bridge vanishing from beneath their feet.

► Wind speeds spike dangerously at random intervals and send the floor into sub-freezing temperatures. During these times, it is advised that adventurers take cover, because they might end up blown away. There are sporadic abandoned campsites in caves and alcoves where guests can wait out the wind.

These campsites serendipitously offer a cozy bedroll. One cozy bedroll. With howling winds knocking out torchlight, the only way to keep warm is to cuddle up and share body heat. Oddly enough, the furious winds only calm down after adventurers snuggle. Weird!

FLOOR 3

Lush vegetation dominates the third floor. Pathways are challenging to follow beneath overgrown flora. Ancient trees twist between crumbling pillars. This dungeon forest is teeming with sexy floral monsters that blend with the brush and provoke adventurers with sensual whispers. Isn’t it amazing how accurate they are in pinpointing your kinks?

Monsters on this floor love to tease and fondle guests passing through. Adventurers cutting through the forest may end up groped by branches, leaves, and flowers. Or more! These floral monsters can get very handsy.

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► Treasure chests can be found throughout the dungeon forest. The floral monsters will try to protect them, but none of the monsters in this area are particularly strong. Wood nymphs seduce guests away from chests and vines will lash out to slap their hands. Chests on this floor are valuable, offering high-quality potions like elixirs and panaceas.

Not all potions are good. Some bottles are decoys that cause unwanted effects. The three most common decoys are love potions, hatemance potions, and flora potions.

LOVE POTION: A magical liquid designed to make the person who drinks it fall in love with the first person they see.

HATEMANCE POTION: A magical liquid designed to make the first person who drinks it fall into hate, coupled with passionate sexual desire, for the first person they see.

FLORA POTION: Liquefied chlorophyll designed to temporarily transform anyone who drinks it into a sexy monster. Monster need not be plant-based.

► An invasive species, the dongle flower, can be found in large number in the center of the forest. This flower’s fleshy petals phallically cone into one another and stand erect from a small cluster of leaves at its base. This flower is mostly known for its milk, which can be collected by pumping its petals. Those unfamiliar with this breed of flora may mistake it for a human penis, but closer investigation will confirm that it is indeed a plant.

Getting to close to the dongle flower comes with risks. This flower is notorious for ejaculating its milk when stimulated. Dongle flowers in close proximity may trigger one another and cause a chain of milk ejaculations. Dongle flower milk has analeptic properties that heighten virility, sensitivity, and sex drive. The more milk, the more potent.

LOWER DUNGEON

HALFWAY DOWN

FLOOR 4

A slope leads the way down to the fourth floor. Adventurers must be careful with their footing to avoid taking a spill because the path is steep and uneven. Why are these stones sticking up so much, anyway?!

Guests not watching their step may end up triggering a trap. After a trick stone sinks beneath their weight, a rumble echoes throughout the dungeon. This echo the ominous prelude to a giant boulder crashing down and rolling after them! (There is a nipple painted on the boulder.)

Those that don’t want to get squashed by the boulder may have to throw themselves off the ledge. Depending on where they decide to jump ship, they will end up in a different chamber designed to test their mettle.

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► CHAMBER ONE: An unfurnished room with no windows or doors. This chamber is deep, making it difficult to try and scale the walls back up to the path. Lone adventurers will end up stuck until someone else joins them, because the trap will not trigger until two or more guests are inside.

Once at least two guests are trapped, spikes spring from two opposing walls. They slowly begin to close in and a booming voice declares: BE EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE OR DIE!

The floor will give way for guests that comply. Those that do not and cannot get out of the room on their own will be spiked. They may escape with injuries or die. If the latter, they will revive in the Broken Wing clinic.

► CHAMBER TWO: This chamber is divided into multiple parallel rooms. These rooms are designed to facilitate a specific kink between the guests trapped inside. They might be furnished with toys or vacant with only a gloryhole in a partition. Regardless, every room has a door locked shut with a bulky padlock.

After two guests have entered a booming voice declares: EXPLORE KINK OR REMAIN TRAPPED FOREVER!

Padlocks will drop and doors will open for guests that comply. Those that do not are doomed to be trapped forever… or figure a way out through demolition. That disembodied voice is going to be really salty when adventurers realize that last option exists.

FLOOR 5

Water commands the fifth floor. Adventurers must tread through dark and damp tunnels that lead into flooded chambers. Pools and rivers run throughout, with some areas reaching depths of 50 feet. Treasure chests are submerged but are worth the effort, offering ores, metals, and rare stones that can be used to enhance weapons with the blacksmith.

Reverse mermaids live in these waters. They enjoy swimming alongside adventurers and spreading their legs to show off how good they are for fucking.

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► Slimes ooze along the ceiling and plop into the water. They float along like jellyfish, but will direct themselves toward adventurers they sense nearby. Slimes vary in size and color, though the majority are small enough to cup between two hands. The mother slime, a giant slime hidden deep in the depths, occasionally appears to absorb adventurers into her gelatinous body.

Small and deceptively cute, these little monsters are attracted to adventurers and eager to ooze all over them. Different colored slimes and their secretions cause various physical reactions. Slimes can be mixed to create combination effects.

CLEAR SLIME: Clear slime is an aphrodisiac that can also be used as a lubricant.

PINK SLIME: Pink slime amplifies shyness and embarrassment.

PURPLE SLIME: Purple slime triggers sexual aggression and sadistic tendencies.

YELLOW SLIME: Yellow slime may enhance dominate or submissive inclinations.

MOTHER SLIME: Secretions from the mother slime trigger a breeding rut/heat. The more contact one has with the mother slime, the more intense the rut/heat.

► The water in this dungeon has unique properties. Adventurers that soak for long periods of time may find their skin clearing up, their hair becoming shinier, and their features becoming dewy and radiant. This water is imbued with beauty magic that intensifies the sexiness of those who drink or bathe in it. Everything they do, even sneezing or scratching an itch, will be tinted in a pink glow of attractive glamor.

Guests that soak for too long run the risk of becoming powerfully distracting. Beauty can be bewitching, so take care to not charm other adventurers into becoming obsessed admirers, lest you become an unwitting Helen of Troy!

Drinking the water comes with an additional potential side effect. The drinker's voice has a 25% chance of becoming hypnotic. They may be able to entrance others or cause them to orgasm through dirty talk alone.

FLOOR 6

Drying off won't be a problem after getting down to the sixth floor! The temperature jumps to a sweltering degree and light glints off silvery glass. Orange and red flicker and dance. Stepping into the yawning mouth of this massive floor reveals a giant pit of blazing fire beneath a twisting mirror maze.

Muscular minotaurs prowl, prepared to kidnap adventurers and whisk them away to their dens. This maze is also equipped with traps and enchantments designed to redirect guests back to the beginning entrance. Adventurers will need to use creativity and ingenuity to navigate this labyrinth while battling intense heat.

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► Guests can take cover in small chambers at maze corridor intersections. These rooms are also sweltering but, happily enough, there are magical air conditioners available! Two plates on opposite sides of the room must simultaneously be stepped on in order to activate the ice enchantment.

Comfort comes with a price. Something strange happens when magic sparks: the adventurers standing on the activation plates have swapped bodies! They won't be able to switch back immediately, either, because the ice enchantment has a cool down period. Their options are to either wait it out or go find another room with an unused ice enchantment!

► Adventurers that successfully navigate their way through the maze will find a long corridor leading to a massive shining door. They've found the exit down to the treasure room where riches upon riches are waiting. Money, money, money!!

Guests that let their guard down while walking to the door may end up shot with an arrow! In classic dungeon fashion, holes in the wall open and launch arrows all the way down to the entrance of the treasure room.

Getting shot by an arrow will trigger lust at first sight! Forget about everything else and look at your fellow dungeon crawler. Aren't they so erotic? Don't you really want to fuck them right now and forget about all that treasure? Or perhaps they're still rocking around in your swapped body. Isn't it suddenly tempting to fuck yourself?

TREASURE ROOM

IT DEFINITELY ISN'T CURSED

FLOOR 7: THE BOTTOM FLOOR

The final floor of the dungeon is a massive chamber glittering with precious gems, metals, and enchanted valuables. Piles and piles of gold coins are stacked as far as the eye can see. Treasure chests line the walls, overflowing with sparkling jewelry. Anyone that’s ever wanted to swim in piles of gold can finally make their dream come true.

Guests can take whatever they can carry. They have to make their way back up through the dungeon with it, so hopefully they came prepared!

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► Brave adventurers that managed to come this far deserve worthwhile gains. Those who enter the treasure room are welcome to pick up special treasures from the following selection. None of these items are game breaking, so players can pick up multiple or mix and match.

ECHO STONE: A small stone that fits in the palm of a hand. When tapped, it sends out a soft pulse that outlines nearby exits, hidden passages, or alternate routes in shimmering light.

EARRINGS OF FATE: A matching pair of diamond studs. If shared between two people, the wearers can sense each others’ location all times.

CLOAK OF INVISIBILITY: Shimmering silver fabric as smooth as water. Wearing this cloak grants invisibility.

THONG OF BRONZE: A bronze thong. Wearing this thong increases power, endurance, and speed, but only when worn alone.

RING OF PROTECTION: A simple gold ring enchanted to protect the wearer. While this is useful during battle, it also can act as birth control and prevent sharing diseases.

CLICK LOCK LOCKET: A simple golden heart-shaped locket. The wearer can open the locket and give themselves temporary body modifications for up to two hours at a time.

MECHANICAL MOUSE: A mechanical mouse that registers its master with a drop of blood. A little friend that can scout, transport small items, and fit into tiny spaces.

BRASS COMPASS: A small brass compass with delicate gears. It doesn’t point north. Instead, it points to the carrier's deepest desire or the object they seek the most.

FEATHER OF FLIGHT: A delicate feather that feels lighter than air itself. Grants the ability to fly for a short period but the user must have it in their possession and activate it. Works in bursts, such as allowing them to jump across wide gaps or avoid a deadly fall.

HAND OF LUCK: A small, silver broach shaped like a human hand, fingers outstretched in a gesture of good fortune. The hand grants increased luck to the user, influencing dice rolls, odds, or even the outcome of risky decisions. However, it only works once per day. When it activates it may make other things worse.

► An iridescent door glitters at the back of the treasure room. Written on an aged scroll pinned to the wall is an explanation that this door can send adventurers home. They will have abandon their companions for this opportunity, because one who uses the door must pass through alone. The scroll explains that the door will only work once within a span of several hours, making it impossible for anyone else to immediately use it. There is also the risk that it will never work again.

Of course, the door isn't really sending anyone back to their world. Guests that decide to take the leap will find themselves walking straight into their suite upstairs. The scroll didn't specify which home!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ 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.

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Comments

Bigby Wolf | The Wolf Among Us | New Player

[wolfcut]

—POOLS
gen, potential voice kink

[ Waking up in nothing but cheap furs over his shoulders and a barely-there loin cloth is one thing. Being collared and chained to a wall is another. He's certainly propped up and ready to be an easy sLay for any lucky monster hunter who happens to come across him first.

Too bad Bigby's having none of it.

The shackles are cheap enough for him to break, though he leaves the remnants dangling from his wrists and neck. He's not even going to bother picking up the comically oversized dildo shaped like some ogre's club. There's no time to think about any of this, but okay, what the fuck even is that.

At some point during his wandering, he manages to find a pool to splash his face in. Maybe that'll finally wake him up from this obvious shithole of a nightmare. Or maybe that'll put him in the prime spot for a mermaid to wrap her legs around his head to drag him in. ]

—fuck off.

[ Bold choice of words. ]

—SLIMES
nsfw, rutting season, violence and/or courtship

[ The first thing you might notice are the chewed up bits and pieces of a mother slime strewn about. The creature they once were part of is nowhere to be seen, nor is the fool who managed to gnaw and claw their way out of it. Whatever trail there seems to be from the remains runs cold almost as soon as it starts.

Hang around for too long, and the second thing will slowly make itself known through crawling skin and a sinking gut: you are not alone.

A pair of yellow eyes follow from the shadows. Any hunt is a game of patience, but the hunger grows faster than he can hope to reign it back in. With only one meal in mind, he waits with baited breath, tongue running over his lips like a dog licking their chops.

You can take the wolf out of the woods, but you can't take the woods out of the wolf. ]

( ooc: despite appearances, bigby wolf is, naturally, a wolf. based on those instincts, he will react differently to your character depending on if he views them as a threat or a mate, so if there's an immediate preference, just let me know! he can be your angle....or yuor devil. also down to mix in some other slimes while we're at it. )

—ONE BED(ROLL)
gen, body heat, cuddling, references to daddy issues

[ Given his current outfit (or lack thereof), one would think that the guy with the option to transform into a giant wolf might use that to his advantage. But the strong winds — on top of everything else going on — immediately put him on edge, enough to seek shelter and wait it out as-is. Unfortunately, the one he stumbles upon is already occupied. ]

Hey. [ He grumbles under his breath, desperately trying not to shiver in front of unknown company. Whether they’re monster or hunter, the two of them are now holed up here together, regardless of how either might feel about it. He tilts his head toward the bedroll. ] Got another one of those or am I shit out of luck?

—TAVERN
gen, alcohol, potential bar fighting

[ A monster walks into a bar. Isn’t that just the start of a bad joke.

Bigby wastes no time in finding himself a spot all by his lonesome to pound back one, two, three beers like they’re nothing at all. They all spill over the rim as he drinks like he’s never drank before, alcohol dripping down from his chin onto his still bare chest. There’s no pretense to uphold when he’s been covered in plenty of other shit down in the dungeon already. ]

... Lot of other empty seats around.

[ He wipes his face slowly as he turns to look at his new neighbor. But only one next to you, you might be thinking. Yeah, he’s been on the other side of that song and dance before. Doesn't mean he has to like it. ]

—WILDCARD

( ooc: new around these parts so feel free to hit me up at esnupi if you'd like to discuss anything! bigby is an old as fuck wolf in man's clothing, but he just looks like some guy in his 40s. playing him as bi so good with any gender (and species) as long as they're 21+. i also don't have a permissions/kinklist currently buuut you're safe to assume i'm OTA, gen and smut, including any and all prompts not listed like potions, mistletoe, and arrows! )

slimes

[smokedout]

[Dodger has taken a few trips down here by now - teleporting straight down on his own, trying to get samples of the mother slime ooze. He picked up a few other colors of slime, too, that were easier to carry up to his room and that he's hoping will stick around once this is over. But the mother slime is the important one, it's the source of the effect that he's been slowly building a sort of addiction to.

There's something wonderfully freeing about being filled with a need to be bred so intense that his trauma and anxiety take a back seat for once.

The remains of the mother slime seem like a golden opportunity, to gather samples in jars and slip them into his backpack. It necessarily means getting it on his hands, but he's starting to care less and less over time. Fuck it, nothing bad had happened yet. And maybe that is part of why when he finally spots Bigby watching him and licking his chops, Dodger barely reacts past a mind surprise.

The other part is that this man is exactly his type, and Dodger can already feel the familiar warmth of that heat washing over him. The pheromones rising to combat the smell of cigarettes, cinnamon and gasoline that his skin gives off. The accompanying interest that's all his own, in getting an older man to lay hands on him. He actually ends up turning away, giving a clearly telegraphed opportunity to strike, although there's an equal hunger in his eyes for the brief moment where their gazes meet. Definitely not a prey animal, but a potential mate expectantly playing his part.]

[wolfcut]

[ He lifts his head up slightly when their eyes finally meet, not breaking his gaze even when Dodger turns away. The invitation is clear, but he waits for a moment longer, utterly transfixed by an apparent stranger. Despite the space between them, Bigby is able to catch the other's scent with little effort. He's immediately hit with a sudden rush, a feral desire that seems to overtake every other thought in his mind. The smell of cinnamon and gasoline should make him turn his nose away entirely. Instead, all he wants is to mask them in his own, marking his territory until this stranger is his completely.

As he silently stalks forward, the backdrop of the dungeon fades away. All he sees and smells is the man standing in front of him. All he wants is to pull him closer until there's nothing left separating them. When their bodies finally meet, Bigby presses himself against him from behind, one hand going to Dodger's hip, the other playfully, roughly, grabbing at his shoulder.

The layers between them are already frustrating, but a game is a game whether with prey or with mate. For now, he takes in an obvious deep breath, allowing himself the pleasure becoming intoxicated on Dodger's scent. His own starts to mix in, overwhelmingly musky with a strange blend of pine, whiskey, and of course, cheap cigarettes. ]

Down here all by yourself?

[ His voice sounds like its already halfway to a growl. Low, guttural, only loud enough for Dodger alone. Clawed fingers push against whatever fabric he may be wearing, threatening to pull at the threads until they can finally meet skin. ]

[smokedout]

[Dodger takes in a deep breath, leaning back against Bigby and tipping his head back against the older man's shoulder. This already feels like the best one so far - not far off from the encounters he had as a young adult, getting felt up by older men in the back of bars and dragging them off to the bathroom to do something about it. The whiskey and cheap cigarettes, especially, are something that would have his attention even if he wasn't in a slime-haze.]

Not anymore, apparently.

[He's been wearing cheap t-shirts when he comes down here, fully aware that his clothes are in the most danger and unwilling to risk his nice band shirts. So he doesn't mind a bit of ripped fabric, if it leads to those claws running over his skin. His body is feverishly warm, and his cock is already starting to wake up and press impatiently against his jeans. He's happy to just let this man do what he wants, but one of his tattooed hands reaches back to slip into Bigby's hair. Encouraging him further, as if he needs it.]

You're new. Got a name?

[Has to be new - Dodger doesn't know everyone here, but he's sure if he'd seen Bigby around before they would already have a history.]

[wolfcut]

Good. [ He tilts his head into Dodger's hand, grin spreading across his lips for just a brief moment. There's nothing he wants more. ] You're all for me.

[ Bigby's grip gets tighter as if to fully stake his claim, finally ripping into the seams of his sleeve. The other hand moves lower, down Dodger's thigh, until its rubbing hard against the side of his cock, still locked behind denim that he intends to tear apart.

But as for his name, he doesn't respond at first, not with words at least. His throat vibrates with a low hum as he leans in deeper, cheek pressing onto Dodger's with a slow nuzzle. He's gentle at first, indulging in how the other feels so close to him now. The warmth of his skin, the roughness of his beard — all for him, but still not enough.

Pushed against Dodger, his own cock starts to swell, the flimsy loin cloth doing nothing to hold it back. He adjusts, mouth moving up to his mate's ear with a heavy breath. Fanged teeth begin to nip, deeper and deeper, only to just stop short of a full bite.

He finally murmurs back with a teasing lilt: ] Bigby.

[ Distracted again, he kisses at Dodger's neck, tongue running along until his thighs start to shake. It's becoming harder to control, but he has to return the favor first. ]

You?

[smokedout]

[Dodger closes his eyes, enjoys that nuzzle and then tips his head to give Bigby better access to bite him. His focus is mostly on the anticipation of the cock pressing against him, but he takes in a shuddering breath that comes out in a small noise of disappointment when the full bite doesn't happen.

The lick is good, though. Not enough people lick him.]

Dodger. [His voice comes out breathy, and his skin pulses with heat when he shifts his hips back to feel more of Bigby's cock.] There's lube in my pocket, if you're done with the foreplay. Right side.

[Not that he minds the foreplay - far from it - but he's an impatient man and he can feel Bigby getting just as impatient. He's ready to get pressed against the wall or bent over something, although he's pointedly waiting for his mate to pick the spot and position. Both as a bratty form of submission, and because his goal with these encounters is always to think as little as possible.]

cw blood play

[wolfcut]

Dodger.

[ He repeats his name with breathless affection, as if nothing else in this moment could matter more. Again, he presses his lips against his mate's neck, kissing up until he's back to tugging at his ear. Skin between teeth, he can't hold himself back any longer. ]

Mm.

[ Bigby sucks on the bit of blood that drips out. The desire to keep playing with his food fights with the urge to finally mount his claim. His fingers trail down Dodger's now exposed shoulder, tearing off more fabric before gripping hard on his right arm. Bigby's other hand slides up and onto the other's back.

Wordlessly, he shoves Dodger forward, grunting as he does, until he slams him against a nearby wall. A familiar motion. A rough force of habit. Bigby keeps the mention of lube in mind, but first, he turns Dodger to push his back up against the wall.

There it is. A face to a name. ]

Let me taste you first.

[ A statement more than a request. Bigby runs his thumb over Dodger's face before forcing his own closer. Their lips lock, hard cocks rubbing against each other with anticipation. His hands move back down, hastily ripping at the rest of Dodger's shirt to get it off, claws digging into skin as he does. The kiss is quickly devolving into tongue and teeth as he bites and licks the bloody mess he's making of Dodger's lips. A glutton still needs his fill before he can finally give them what they both want. ]

[smokedout]

[The scent of his own blood always gets his heart beating faster - any blood, really, but there's something especially exciting about knowing it's his. He sinks comfortably into the feeling of Bigby clawing and biting at him, and a shiver runs through him when he gets shoved against the wall. By the time the older man turns him around, he feels dizzy with lust, and his eyes light up when he finally gets a good look at Bigby's face.

He's gorgeous. Rapturous, how closely he resembles so many of Dodger's disparate fantasies about older men, from his stubble to his mannerisms to the deadly look in his eyes.

He can only utter a small, starstruck noise when that thumb runs over his lip, and then sink greedily into that kiss. He makes no attempt to save his shirt, although the scratches earn shaking gasps against Bigby's lips, but his focus is on shoving his own pants off and out of the way before they meet the same fate. Which also means, if Bigby's glancing down, he might catch a glimpse of the writing on the front of Dodger's boxers - in case of emergencies, pull down - before those get shoved down as well. Revealing an impressive cock, although at the moment he's counting any attention to it as a bonus.]

[wolfcut]

[ His breath turns ravenous, heart racing now as if in unison with Dodger's. The smell of blood mixed with pheromones envelops every thought, and his body shudders as it overwhelms his senses all at once. Bigby starts to move lower, kissing his way down from neck to chest to stomach. His tongue runs over every scratch and mark, not missing a drop before he's on to the next, growling louder and louder. When he finds there's not enough to sate his appetite, his teeth finally sink into exposed skin for him to take even more. The hint of gasoline with each lick should still be revolting, but somehow, it's muddied behind just enough flavor to make it palatable, like the burn from a shot of whiskey.

Bright eyes glance up at Dodger before rough hands press hard to keep him pinned where Bigby wants him. Finally, he takes his bow as a wolf is wont to do, which in this form, amounts to a kneel. He can't help but smirk at the sight of Dodger's boxers before they get pulled down, but the real sight is the other's cock, aroused and ready for him. ]

Remember. [ One hand grips Dodger's thigh, the other the wrapping around his shaft. He licks his lips, red from blood, baring sharp fangs as he does. ] Just a taste before I fuck you.

[ True to his word, he doesn't take it all in, focusing only on the tip with his lips now wrapped around it. A groan escapes his throat, body heat rising as his tongue swirls. Attentive to Dodger's movements, he hungrily savors every bit of precum he can. ]

[smokedout]

[Dodger can't help letting out soft noises as Bigby's tongue travels over him, and his eyes close so he can really focus in on the sting and the wet pressure of it. The bite, especially, earns a startled groan that definitely has a whining edge to it toward the end. He's aware that Bigby is traveling lower, but not thinking much of it, until he opens his eyes again to find the older man kneeling in front of him.

Fuck, he's going to die here. This is going to kill him.]

'Just a taste'... [He pants.] Feels like you're just sampling everything.

[He's far from complaining, not with the heady sight of bloody lips wrapped around his cock. Instinctively he tries to rock his hips, only to find the older man's hand is stopping him. And that realization makes him moan, just as much as the tongue teasing him. It barely takes anything to get a few drops of precum, bitter like a smoker's and carrying that same undercurrent of gasoline, although it's far less profounded than in his sweat and blood.]

Planning to eat me after this, or what?

[He's getting off on that idea, if his tone is anything to go by.]

[wolfcut]

[ He looks up at Dodger's moan, golden eyes narrowed as Bigby savors the whole of the man towering over him now. His scents, his sounds, and now, the flavor of his precum dripping down his tongue. Bigby swallows with a low hum, closing his eyes now to fully enjoy the satisfaction of it sliding down his throat. His claws dig deeper into the meat of Dodger's thigh.

Just a taste. The reminder is for himself too. ]

... Mm. [ Finally, Bigby manages to pull himself away. A test of his restraint, really. ] Might need to. I like my meals all to myself.

[ He pulls a hand back from Dodger's shaft, wiping away the drool at the corner of his mouth before licking the drying blood off his fingers. Before he stands again, he leans in to kiss at the claw marks he left behind on Dodger's thigh, gently, tenderly, but not without a selfish thought in his mind. His breathing gets heavy, legs quivering for only a moment. One more drop. Always just one more drop.

Then, he lets go, reaching for Dodger's pants to pull out the lube as mentioned. Bigby gets up and rips off his loin cloth in one motion. His cock is fully erect, throbbing, ready. Despite being the shorter of the two, he stands tall, grin spreading across his lips as he stares at Dodger's expression. ]

Either help lube me up or turn around.

cw: cannibalism thoughts

[smokedout]

[For someone else, Dodger might assume they were fantasizing. But with how hungrily Bigby is lapping at his blood, he's getting the sense that this isn't a hypothetical. And that thought drives his cock to twitch eagerly. There's only one other person in the resort who would be willing to literally eat him and it's someone Dodger honestly can't stand... so this is good. Tempting, in a way few things are.

He has to pointedly remind himself, again, that Esikko would be pissed at him if he got himself killed.

Dodger's gaze is drawn down to Bigby's cock, and his expression shifts to that of a dog watching its dinner get made. His mouth is watering, and he licks his lips mindlessly. Decisions are tough at the best of times and he doesn't necessarily want to be making any - but he can make this one. He can demand to get face-fucked later, if Bigby shows up in the resort proper. It would be a waste of good slime ooze, not to get that cock inside of him as quickly as he can.]

If you want me to turn around, make me.

['As quickly as he can', apparently, still includes a detour to be a brat.]

[wolfcut]

[ He's mid finger lick when he realizes the thought of getting devoured is more tease than threat to Dodger. His head tilts slowly at the other, now suddenly mate and prey all in one. The hunger in his eyes only grows, the desire to make Dodger his taking on an entirely new meaning. As if Bigby couldn't be more captivated by this man he only just met. He pulls his finger from his mouth, lips smacking loudly as he does.

How long has it been, since he let himself crave this much? It's almost dizzying with how badly his cock is pulsing in the moment. Bigby doesn't even bother to wait for Dodger's answer, finally twisting that bottle open to get started himself. Fingers covered in spit and lube both, he runs them down his shaft, pausing when Dodger finally makes his decision. ]

Yeah? Now you want to be difficult?

[ There's some obvious frustration in his voice, words gravely as he speaks. Playing with his food is one thing. His food playing with him is another. The corner of his lip curls up slightly with a scoff before he shoves at Dodger's chest with one hand. ]

Fine. [ His hand now reaches for Dodger's throat, claws just barely pressing against the surface of his skin. He pushes the other back again, this time aiming to slam his head against the wall. ] Let's do this the hard way.

Slimes

[tohell]

[ What's the fastest way to clear a path of any pesky critters close by? With fire, of course. Flames are rarely his first strategy when managing a problem, but when mindless slimes can't be manipulated with J's silver tongue and he can't risk the contact that's necessary with a swipe of his massive paws, fire it is.

Quiet in comparison to his entrance, J slips in behind the smoldering aftermath of a fireball that's left the space of several meters ahead of him charred. The damp clinging to every rocky outcropping unfortunately shields any creature that's tucked itself within deep crevasses or those who lie further down the path. But J has an endless supply of fiery ammunition and all the time in the world to blaze a path forward to gather up the dungeon's appearance-enhancing waters that he's trekked down here for.

While he wasn't betting his venture down here would go off without a hitch, J's plans get derailed in ways more unique and unsettling than he'd bargained for. Specifically, J catches a trace of something in the air that's so strangely familiar it sets the hairs at his nape on end, alerting him to the presence nearby long before J ever manages to lock eyes on the source. The beast parading itself as an ordinary everyman isn't the first of its ilk, more wolf than mortal man, to cross the archduke's path. Experiences which only set a terrible precedent when J's history lies pockmarked by colossal failures involving those who immediately come to mind with just the barest whiff of what now lingers oppressively in J's lungs — His master, a remarkable and influential werewolf of no small means, and the young man J had taken under his wing, last seen brandishing a scent like Bigby's own and canid features to match. ]

While I find it adorable that you think you can sneak up on me like this, you really don't have to go to all the trouble. I mean, it's not much of a surprise when I know you're there.

[ The distinctive scent of a demon isn't welded to Bigby's like the brand it becomes, seared deep beyond mere flesh and bone when mortals shed their humanity to become one of J's kind. In fact, the only real demon J can sense here is himself. That could only mean that his voyeur is someone else. A stranger, not a specter of the past who refuses to haunt him anymore. Ultimately, there's really no excuse for what he says next, beyond J succumbing to nostalgia and the ceaseless pull of history yet again desperately trying to repeat itself. ]

Why don't you spare me the suspense and simply come out and say hello?

[wolfcut]

[ The burst of heat immediately catches his attention, but that scent — so unlike any man or beast Bigby knows of, yet still somehow strangely alluring as all dangerous things tend to be. It draws him closer, pulling him from the shadows, a moth to the flame. He can feel his own hair stand on end, bristling at the sight of a stranger of an unknown design. Bigby never cared much for demons and gods. Less so still when they get in the way of what's his.

His head tilts curiously at the other's call. Senses as strong as his then, if not close enough. It's an odd feeling, to be met by something that could very well match him in more ways than one. Instinctively, his body begins to tense, ready to protect what temporary little territory he's claimed for himself. ]

Too bad. The surprise is always the best part.

[ He answers first without leaving his post. Silver tongues can only cut so deep, but fire works just as well at keeping a lycan at bay. When he finally steps out from his dark corner, he minds his distance, moving in a half-circle around this stranger with eyes narrowed. Bigby doesn't bare his fangs, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth betrays his intentions. ]

Shy around an audience? I'll be sure to clap at your next party trick.

bedroll

[aertire]

[His fellow dungeon-monster, who has introduced herself as Raziel - a woman wearing a pile of leather straps that looks less like any recognizable clothing and more like a reject from a BDSM show - has apparently been cast in the role of "fallen angel." She's approached the dungeon with a mix of suspicion and genuine curiosity, sketching various plants and other oddities with a book and quill pen that she definitely doesn't have room to store in this outfit, but which she never seems to be holding when she needs a free hand, either.

And now, suddenly, that book is out again, here in the whipping wind and snow. A very odd time to read, but she's flipping through it nonetheless. She glances up at his question.] Hm? Oh no, there's only the one, I'm afraid.

[What a casual way of saying this. She's either planning something or way more callous than her sweet appearance would suggest.]

[wolfcut]

[ Briefly, Bigby wonders if his question bears repeating. The wind seems strong enough to drown out his voice. Surely she's not so entrenched in this book enough to—

Oh. ]

Well, thanks anyway.

[ Her tone immediately rubs him the wrong way, but he's not about to leave this alcove with the elements only getting worse. He steps in closer, arms wrapped around himself now. Neither are dressed for this, and yet she seems to be handling it far better than he is. He grumbles under his breath. ]

There at least other supplies around here? Stuff for a fire maybe?

[ He doesn't sound at all hopeful. ]

[aertire]

Hm? [The woman again, glances up from her book. She's leafing through it quite rapidly.] Oh-- we can look, certainly, but if you give me a moment, I think I might have a solution to our problems--

[No he does not get any more context than that. She resumes looking through the pages.] It's in here, I know it is...

[wolfcut]

[ ... Is she serious or just fucking with him at this point. ] No offense, but I don't think reading is going to make it any warmer in here.

[ Has to be the latter. Kicking a dog while he's down is just par for the course that is his life. Bigby just sighs, loudly, before stepping around her to rummage through whatever else is laying around. He tosses aside one thing after the next. All garbage. ]

Damn it. [ The bedroll remains the one prized item in here. Funny that. ] I take it back. If your solution is pages for kindling, then I'm all for it.

[aertire]

[His grumbling either doesn't bother her, or she's so focused on her book that she doesn't notice what he's saying. Probably the latter. She flips through the pages, until:] Aha! Here it is!

Book of Shelter, Page 148!

[She holds the book out, and the pages flip open, lying flat. A light bursts from the pages of the book, radiant white, almost divine.

Something materializes in front of them. A small structure, maybe six or seven feet long and two or three feet high. A little well-insulated tent.] There! I knew I had something for cold climates. It might be a little small for two people, but surely that's better than staying out here? [She says, sheepishly.

And then, she adds--] Ah, you were saying something when I was looking for it, weren't you? I was so focused I wasn't really listening, sorry...

[wolfcut]

[ The continued lack of response just leaves him pacing around for things to preoccupy himself. Better that than focus on how fucking cold he actually is. He starts to re-evaluate what's been strewn about, with the thought that maybe he can set some of this on fire or—

When she finally speaks, he gives her a flat look, obviously bothered at this point, only to be completely taken aback by the tent materializing from nothing. Because of course that's what she was working on. ]

... Yeah. No complaints from me. [ A little small for two people, she says. Now he just feels like an asshole. ] Uh. Forget what I said earlier. It's not important. [ What is important is this tent, which he gives a quick look over. ] You wanna head in first, or...?