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TDM #1
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When you open your eyes, there is quite a lot of beige to take in. The unassuming walls of the room you've found yourself in are barren save for a single motivational poster directly in your line of sight. An illuminated sign above an open door on the far wall reads 'lobby exit.'
"Welcome," chimes a polite, synthesized voice. "I'm happy you're here." A moment later comes the clarity of the situation: you died and so did the world you came from. "This is Amani, your new reality," continues The Peacekeeper. "Everything will be fine."
At least you aren't the only one here, you'll soon find out, as others who are just as confused and concerned as you are mingling in the main hub's first floor. Hopefully, you find a familiar face among the crowd. If not, that's all right. You'll get to know quite a few people very well soon enough.
WHAT
The first Amani TDM!
WHEN
January 21st, 2022
KINKS OF THE MONTH
★ Phone Sex
★ Sex in public / semi-public places
★ Submission
★ Mutual Masturbation
★ Restraints
★ Sex in public / semi-public places
★ Submission
★ Mutual Masturbation
★ Restraints
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Throughout the main hub where everyone congregates, a light chiming to the tune of Happy Birthday can be heard. "Hello, everyone," comes the synthetic voice from when you first arrived. "This is so exciting! It's my birthday. I'm today years old!" There's the sound of a single party blower that echoes through the halls and sad, small spattering of confetti fall from holes in the ceiling.
"Based on the database I was given, birthdays usually involve cake!"
At the bar on the first floor, a colorful birthday motif materializes. There are balloons, party hats, an unfortunately deflated bouncy house, and - of course - plates of cake!
There are four different flavors to choose from!
If you're feeling especially 'peaceful' after a piece of cake or two and worried about privacy, don't be! The bar's lounge has several secluded spots to hide away in. There are also rooms with beds among the first floor. So long as you don't mind the natural elements taking up some space along the sheets, they're free to use however you'd like. Though you might want to make sure to lock the door since it's doubtful you're the only one looking to get away for a little bit.
If the party and its cake don't appeal to you, that's perfectly fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.
Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can still order a (terrible) drink at the bar, find an (off-key) instrument to play in the music lounge, or check out the (algae-ridden) pool.
You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities.
"Based on the database I was given, birthdays usually involve cake!"
At the bar on the first floor, a colorful birthday motif materializes. There are balloons, party hats, an unfortunately deflated bouncy house, and - of course - plates of cake!
There are four different flavors to choose from!
- ★ Spice Cake » After eating a piece of this cake, you might feel a bit spicier than usual! Your character will be more inclined to take risks and care less about what others around them might think of public displays of affection. Why not make-out with that attractive person at the bar? You can't seem to think of many reasons to stop you anymore!
★ Lemon Cake » Despite the situation being perhaps a bit grim, eating a piece of lemon cake will cheer you right up. You'll feel as bright as sunshine and nothing can seem to get you down! Characters will also experience an increase in luck thanks to their good mood. Perhaps now's the time to try and shoot your shot with someone you've had your eye on for a while. Even if it doesn't work out, at least you won't be feeling dejected! ...Well, for now. That'll probably still happen later once the effects wear off.
★ Chocolate Cake » Dark and rich, this cake will have your thoughts taking a similar turn. Consuming this cake comes with an inclination to indulge in darker fantasies. Perhaps you've always wondered what your partner looks like tied up or with a knife against their skin. The red raspberries decorating the top of the cake's frosting suddenly call forth images of blood and you may have a sudden desire to taste that on your tongue instead.
★ Vanilla Cake » Eating this vanilla cake won't have you feeling plain. Instead, you'll feel softer around the edges than usual. Even if it's normally not your thing, cuddles and tender kisses sound amazing right now. All you want is affection and to be affectionate in return. Nuzzle that person's neck, take in their scent, and just enjoy the warmth of them being close. Do you know them? Who cares! You will before all this is over and, hey, now you know they're a great hugger (or not).
If you're feeling especially 'peaceful' after a piece of cake or two and worried about privacy, don't be! The bar's lounge has several secluded spots to hide away in. There are also rooms with beds among the first floor. So long as you don't mind the natural elements taking up some space along the sheets, they're free to use however you'd like. Though you might want to make sure to lock the door since it's doubtful you're the only one looking to get away for a little bit.
WHAT'S YOUR DTF STATUS?
If the party and its cake don't appeal to you, that's perfectly fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.
Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can still order a (terrible) drink at the bar, find an (off-key) instrument to play in the music lounge, or check out the (algae-ridden) pool.
You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities.
HOME AWAY FROM HOME
Once the celebration has concluded, characters are encouraged to head out of the main hub to either explore the city or take a ride on the railway. It's time to truly begin your new reality! Whatever they choose, The Peacekeeper will explain to them that they are free to take up any housing they so wish. Most dwellings are at least habitable but it's likely that characters will want for more before long.
That's why 'peaceful interactions' are so important! It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.
Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating the more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.
That's why 'peaceful interactions' are so important! It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.
Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating the more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.
ALL FLUFFED UP
Whether in the city or out in the wilds, the first night will see an abundance of living dandelions. While they appear to be nothing but regular dandelion tufts, get too close and a pair of bright yellow eyes opens to stare at you.
The creature will let out the tiniest of shrieks, break apart into smaller pieces, and scatter. It sets off a chain reaction of other living dandelions startling awake. It's a symphony of tiny screams. Before long, there's nothing but miniscule white puffs skittering all about wherever you look.
"Oops," sounds The Peacekeeper throughout the simulation. "My calculations for the population of living dandelions was... a little off. Not to worry, everyone! I'll have it fixed by tomorrow."
What The Peacekeeper fails to mention is that living dandelions give off a soothing pheromone as a defense mechanism once they break apart. No matter how wound up your character might be after the day's events, being surrounded by living dandelion tufts will relax them before long.
Why not enjoy the sunset, look at the stars, and have a good night's sleep? Tomorrow is another day.
The creature will let out the tiniest of shrieks, break apart into smaller pieces, and scatter. It sets off a chain reaction of other living dandelions startling awake. It's a symphony of tiny screams. Before long, there's nothing but miniscule white puffs skittering all about wherever you look.
"Oops," sounds The Peacekeeper throughout the simulation. "My calculations for the population of living dandelions was... a little off. Not to worry, everyone! I'll have it fixed by tomorrow."
What The Peacekeeper fails to mention is that living dandelions give off a soothing pheromone as a defense mechanism once they break apart. No matter how wound up your character might be after the day's events, being surrounded by living dandelion tufts will relax them before long.
Why not enjoy the sunset, look at the stars, and have a good night's sleep? Tomorrow is another day.
SEXY STAMP CARD
If you're wondering about these 'peaceful interactions' that keep being mentioned or what the kinks of the month are for... Here's your answer! Upon arrival, all characters will receive a digital copy of their very own sexy stamp card.
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!
NAVIGATION
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... What?
[ He knew Niles was typical for speaking with vulgarity, but this felt... unnecessarily cruel somehow. The naïve part of Corrin absolutely expected Niles to accept his justification for leaving - to find comfort in hearing about the future where both kingdoms were united - but this stung. Corrin was hopeless at hiding his feelings, and wore his discomfort on his sleeve as illustrated by his face burning up in colour. ]
Of course it was formal. How could it be anything else? I saw them shake hands and vow to end the fighting between both kingdoms... for good.
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Corrin however is hung up on the serious stakes of it all, what a shame. Niles has to steer him away from that part of it to get Corrin where he wants him.]
Tsk that's a shame. Seems like the end of such a heated rivalry should be celebrated with something with more passion than a handshake. [He crosses his arms and puts one hand to his chin.] You know countries sometimes consummate alliances like those through marriage. Any plans in the works for that?
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He knew this behaviour well. The buttons that the one eyed archer liked to press. The way he delivered his suggestive dialogue without any shame. But Corrin couldn't control the way his attention was bending towards things which, under normal circumstances, wouldn't even phase him. With the hot burning affects of the wildly arousing aphrodisiac pumping through his body, the prince found himself blushing hot from the sound of the inflections in the other man's mocking and melodic tone - driving him to try and put an end to it. Little did he know, he was at the complete mercy of his body.
Gloved hands hold his tail tighter against his front as he gasps in anguish, diverting his gaze from the taller man. ]
Okay Niles, you've had your fun-- but I don't want to think about anything else like that right now.
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I think you'll find in your state it's quite inevitable. Why not go ahead and indulge in a little fantasy? How would you pair them up after peace is secured, if you got your way? Which bonds do you think would make the alliance really bloom into something fruitful and enduring?
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Niles—! Stop... saying those things about my brothers!
[ The bedraggled prince did not want to think about anything lewd between Ryoma and Xander out of the high respect he had for the two of them - while Niles was attempting to drill Corrin with this fantasy, the actuality is that the half-beast was not taking the bait but instead growing increasingly intoxicated by the way Niles smelled and the sound of his voice, despite the crudeness to his words. He hated how turned on he was by the mocking voice of someone who should otherwise be his friend, and while he tries to back away, he feels the ball of his foot come into contact with a wall behind him which makes him squeak in surprise. ]
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Seems I touched a nerve. My apologies. [It's an unfamiliar phrase on his tongue, but however stilted its delivery it is mostly sincere. He meant to be obnoxious and crude, but not truly insulting. That delicious little botched growl followed by that sickeningly adorable squeak sees Niles lick his lips. It's just a quick dart, not the usual gratuitous arrow shaft licking he normally does. A reflexive, hungry gesture. He's starting to feel a fraction of the same heat Corrin is struggling under, but he's far more adept at retaining his composure. His posture softens as he moves back into Corrin's personal space slowly, cautiously. As if approaching an animal prone to bolting. He slips into a familiar slouch, minimizing the difference in their heights as best he can.]
You're right. We shouldn't talk about them. Let's talk about you instead. [He's closed the distance between them again, but keeps his hands to himself. For now.] You're positively aching with need right now, right? I just want to help you let off some steam. If you're not interested in daydreaming, how about something more hands on, hmm? [He reaches out to Corrin again, this time with just a single finger. He traces the curve of his cape's fabric, stopping on the clasp where it fastens to his armor with a soft tap.]
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His shaking hands cover the metal clasp on his armour which he unclips resulting in his cape sliding off his shoulders and onto the floor, reaching out a hand to comb his fingers through the other man's soft white head of hair. His posture buckled backwards against the wall, opening his legs with his other hand dragging over the black fabric of his own inner thigh. His regal modesty prevented him from revealing his most intimate of areas so brazenly, instead opting to physically lend his consent with his posture. ]
Niles - I want you to touch me. Please.
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Oh you need it bad don't you? [Niles' hands go to the buckles on Corrin's chest plate, and then each arm, and then each leg, deftly undoing clasps and ties in record time. He drops each piece of armor he unfastens onto the cape, letting the luxurious royal fabric dampen the noise they would otherwise make against the ground. Corrin is stripped down to his underclothes in minutes, but Niles stops there. He rests his hands on Corrin's hips with a firm grip and leans his head down the last few inches to murmur into the prince's ear.] I'll give you what you want, but not here.
[A quick glance over his shoulder confirms, nobody's paying attention to them right now but there's no way Corrin could keep quiet for what Niles has planned. And Niles doesn't want him to. There were vacant rooms just outside of nearly every entrance to the party hall. He pulls away from the wall and tugs Corrin along with him, steering them quickly to the nearest unoccupied one. Once inside he pins Corrin back against the wall, slotting one of his knees between his legs, finally giving Corrin some much needed friction. His hands roam over the skintight fabric still covering him, mapping out the curves and contours of his chest, stomach, and hips with firm, broad strokes.]
Now get this damned thing off, or I'll have to rip straight through it.
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Once they reach the room, he mewls in utter delight at the sensation of Niles' hands gliding across his hot and needy body, the helpless prince then unable to prevent the loud moan of pleasure pouring from his agape mouth when the sadistic archer presses his knee against his clothed erection.
As per Niles' command he is quick to pull his black under armour shirt off and over his head, then slipping his thumbs beneath the elastic of his leggings as he pulls them down over his milky thighs, his wet erection bobbing free. Rather than pulling them all the way off he left them they were, as modesty and shyness still remained in him despite the strength of the aphrodisiac. His body burned with excitement while anticipating what Niles may do next, squeezing his eyes shut as his face fills with colour. ]
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[Niles takes half a step backwards, just enough space to give Corrin room to disrobe, then his hands immediately resume their wandering, this time over bare, pale skin. One hand tweaks and toys with a nipple gently, the other gives his ass a firm grope before finlly, mercifully wrapping loosely around Corrin's cock. He strokes it slowly, careful to avoid any contact with his long nails or bow string calloused finger tips. Right now he wants Corrin feeling nothing but soft, uncomplicated pleasure. He gives the head a gentle squeeze, intoxicated by the dribble of precum that rolls onto his fingers and down his hand.]
Look at you, leaking already. Just how much cake did you eat, milord?
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Ah! J-Just one slice...
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[He punctuates each word with increasingly firm strokes. Corrin's vocalizations are gratifying, and pulling them out of him so easily fills Niles with a wild, giddy feeling. He wonders what he'll sound like when Niles really gets going. What he'll sound like on the verge of climax. How he'll sound when Niles is done with him. The urge to keep teasing him longer fights with the urge to start escalating, and ultimately his impatience wins out. He sinks down to his knees smoothly, his free hand lightly dragging his nails down Corrin's chest as he goes. That hand comes to rest at the junction of his hip and his thigh where it pushes firmly, steadying Corrin's hips and keeping him from bucking too far forward. From his new position he nuzzles at the base of his shaft, letting his lips brush along it as he speaks next.]
You haven't done all this before much, have you?
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[ Spending your life in captivity against your will does not lend to many sexual experiences. Of course Corrin had a handful of friends and an abundance of affection from his beloved siblings during his time in the fortress, but he never had any physical intimacy in his life prior to arriving in Amani. Even now he wasn't certain if the intensity of what he was experiencing was the shocking revelation of he had been missing out on, or the firey hot burning intensity of the cake. Regardless - he couldn't get enough. His fingers thread through Niles' soft locks while his hard cock pulses and leaks with pre-cum, a low groan of pleasure drawing from the prince as he anticipated what the other would do next. ]
disregards his canon tiny eye scar for something more gnarly bc my city now
[Corrin can probably feel the leather cord that secures his eye patch, tied firmly around his scalp. Niles likes getting his hair pulled, as long as his partner doesn't jostle the cord loose. A view full of his empty, lidless, scarred socket was an absolute mood killer to just about everybody, and he's not about to let Corrin accidentally derail this.
Finally he reaches Corrin's tip, parts his mouth and starts sucking, tongue swirling around the head. His grip on Corrin's hip tightens, making absolutely sure that Niles keeps control of the pace. Maybe sometime later he'll let Corrin face fuck him properly, but tonight he's got a very specific end goal, and it doesn't involve the virginal prince thrusting down his throat on instinct and desperation alone.]
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[ Corrin throws his head back and wails in pleasure, adoring moans trailing out of his agape mouth between hot gasps for air as Niles drags his warm and wet talented mouth across his length. With permission granted, Corrin tightens his knuckles in that mess of white hair while at war with himself to not buck his hips and instead allow the other man all of the movement and control.
It was so utterly beyond anything he had ever felt, and that all too familiar pleasurable build was forming. By the way the prince’s thighs shake and his breathy moans escalates in pitch, Niles would very well be able to tell what was swiftly approaching. ]
Niles I— I’m—! I’m going to...
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Actually, I don't think you will. [His other hand cradles Corrin's sack, and he pulls down and away from his groin, stalling him at the edge of release.] After all, walking out just before a climactic moment worked so well for you, I thought maybe I should give it a try.
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The harsh contact on his groin barricading his orgasm makes him wince and choke out a sad whimper, wearing a defeated look on his face. ]
Niles-- Wha-? You-- can't be serious--
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That's-- I-I didn't-- I already explained-
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Yes, yes, it was for the best. Everybody listened to you and fell into line, and you welcomed them all with open arms. [He gives a dry, derisive snort.] Leo forgave you in Aytolis as well. Everyone bends over backwards to make the silly sheltered prince happy, but it's not because you're right. It's because you're easy. [He laughs now, a sound full of perverse delight.] You trusted that everyone joined your cause with true intentions, you trusted the cake given out by an all powerful authority with completely unknown motives, and worst of all you trusted me. Did no one ever warn you what a wicked, vile man I am?
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[ Corrin doesn't know how - why - or what - whether it was his body, the cake, the tone of Niles' voice, or an undiscovered masochistic streak - but by the time the cruel archer finishes his last sentence, he squeezes his eyes shut and cums with a guttural whimper. The prince's chest rises and falls with hot, heavy breaths and he bites his lip so hard it almost bleeds, his red eyes stinging as tears flood his cheeks.
He was shaking like a leaf, and couldn't bring himself to speak - nor open his eyes, as he didn't want to witness the humiliation of where he had shed his seed. ]
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He lets go of Corrin's wrists and wipes some of it off his cheek. He rips his gaze away from the prince's face to stare at the thick white mess on his fingers, then turns to watch his cock throb as the last of it drips from his tip onto the floor.]
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Hah! See? It all worked out. [He won't make Corrin look at him, but he won't let him ignore what just happened. He swipes the fingers of his left hand, (the ones still coated with cum) across Corrin's lips.] You got what you needed, and we both learned a secret about the filthy little dragon prince.
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