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MINGLE 001

MINGLE 001: FOOD, FUN, FUCKING

Guests are 'gently encouraged' by enforcer robots to gather into what appears to be a central gathering place in the middle of the settlement area. Attendance is quite mandatory. Once everyone has gathered, holographic emitters kick on and display... static. Loudspeakers tell the captive audience to prepare for an important announcement, and moments later a proper but mechanical voice chimes in:

Greetings, organisms! R̷e̶j̸o̴i̴c̷e̸, for the portents foresee a time of glorious providence! We have recorded your actions a̵n̸d̵ ̴o̸u̶r̵ ̵c̶a̵p̸a̷b̷i̴l̸i̷t̵i̶e̸s̶ ̴have upgraded accordingly! The fabricator general automata grant you a boon, and shall provide much glamorous f̷i̶x̴t̶u̶r̶e̴s̷ ̴to aid in your future acts. Frolic and make merrily, all!

To honor your contributions and celebrate your arrival, you will be invited to attend our first sultry salacious soiree. Join your fellow chosen and f̵u̶l̵f̴i̵l̸l̵ ̵y̸o̷u̶r̷ ̷f̸u̴n̴c̷t̷i̶o̶n̶!

And with that, the display ends and characters are allowed to go as they please.

Upon returning, characters now find that dormant manufacturing robots have been reactivated, and will accept requests to build certain household fixtures, i.e., bedding, couches, loveseats. Because who wants to bang on a dusty cot, right? The quality will not be high. Imagine low-end IKEA. Build quality also varies dramatically and seems to depend on how old and corrupted the machine is. (As with all things in this world, quality is improved with intimate acts.)

But what is this celebration you've been invited to? That much is simple as sin. It's a mechanically sponsored party. Of particular note to hungry newcomers will be a fully stocked banquet ample spirits and naturally, a dedicated area for an all-out orgy. It's a good old-fashioned party, Roman style!

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These are no hospital rations. This is a full-fledged feast. It's no less dangerous, though.
Naturally, the robots have seen fit to add a little bit "extra." Some offerings are entirely innocuous, while others have bevy of effects that you'll soon discover.

You may find yourself only able to speak the truth, or maybe after one bite you find yourself instantly smitten with the next person you see. Some foods incite obedience, others rebellion. And some... well, you can't have an orgy without some good, old-fashioned aphrodisiac.

The music has been modulated to change the way you think. Of course it's electro-synth, what else would robots play?

Slower music induces sleep; maybe you fall into a cuddle-puddle with some of your fellow kidnappees. Faster music encourages you to dance. And some music? That's what upstairs is for.

Speaking of upstairs, what's an orgy without the orgy? You may find yourself auspiciously able to fill your decadent A5 squares. In a large room that seems unusually renovated, as if the robots had given it special attention just for this day, a floor covered in pillows awaits the beast with two backs. No one is turned away, and those attending will get a notification from their devices that they have received... additional credits? What could this mean?

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Why? Are you less hot with your clothes off?

[ He moves back over to Shen Qingqiu and sits down in his lap on his knees, just barely far enough back to not upset his plate of food. ]

[He couldn't help but lean back, not that it really did anything.]

That is a subjective thing....

[How would he know? Why did it matter!?]

Then how can you tell me the conquest isn't worth it? Isn't that subjective too?

[ He leans in a little, not quite enough to match the leaning back but enough to make it clear what he's doing. ]

[This was unfair! Why the arguing? Since when was he some sort of hot commodity? He didn't even know this person!]

You are far too influenced by this place and its coercion. Your decisions are not clear, they are clouded by poison.

...

Maybe. But I'd fuck you anyway.

[ Is that true? Possibly not, but it feels true enough right now that he says it without a hint of shame. ]

And what if this master is not interested?

[Or was this one of those unhealthy starts because no one can figure out how to get the ball rolling because creativity is lacking?]

[ Xue Yang reaches down to Shen Qingqiu's plate, takes some of the food, and places it half in his mouth half sticking out. He leans in, letting his eyes go half-lidded, intending to get Shen Qingqiu to eat the other half. And of course, to kiss him as part of this.

One hand goes to hold his shoulder, Xue Yang's grip for once not rough or aggressive.

Eat your food and you'll be interested soon enough. ]

[What was this? The pocky game? But with meat!? He wasn't that brave! He wasn't brave at all!

But, he was also not willing to just backhand this guy off him, that seemed too much.

Fine, all he had to do was take some of it and block him before the end, break it and move away, how hard could that possibly be?

He took the end in his teeth ready to just bite down and put an end to this strange and contrived event scenario.]

[ Once Xue Yang feels the movement of Shen Qingqiu taking some of the food into his mouth, he lets go with his own teeth so he can move all the way down the piece of food and press their lips together. He doesn't care if he has to eat most of it himself like this. The kiss is the important part. ]

[It was a trap! A trap! Though, as much as he had food in his mouth and that was mildly disgusting, for a moment he could not help but think on the fact that there was a lack of teeth, and somehow that was both strange, and a new concept but not wholeheartedly unwelcome.]

[ Xue Yang continues to kiss, slowly but insistently, chewing down the food a little bit at a time so that the two of them can get to kissing properly. He can be patient for now if it gets him what he wants in the end. ]

[For a moment he is lost, or perhaps trying to mentally check out, it was hard to say. This was still a bit of a shock, though he should have expected it, that had been the goal since the beginning, hadn't it?\

Still, it was too much, and finally, letting himself properly react to it, and remember that he was an immortal master! He raised his fan to hit Xue Yang on the head and break the kiss.]

Chew your food properly first!

[ Xue Yang startles, but for whatever reason doesn't lash out in return. He sits there with a blank look on his face for several seconds, then slowly chews and swallows the food as instructed.

Once done, he leans in again. ]

Alright. Let's kiss now.

[ And then he goes to resume the kiss. ]

[For a moment he's ready to pat him on the head for being obedient, but then was taken back again.

He really couldn't argue though, he did say first, hadn't he? He felt compelled to uphold that tenuous offer.]

Very well.

[ He puts his lips to Shen Qingqiu's again and once again it's slow, not tentative quite so much as leisurely. Xue Yang takes his time enjoying the kiss, sucking on Shen Qingqiu's lips and tracing them with his tongue, before trying to push his tongue into his mouth. ]

[Alas where Xue Yang is taking his time to enjoy, is using various techniques that would even accomplish this, Shen Qingqiu is a bit of a wet blanket. He can't even remember the last time he kissed someone and it wasn't just a terrible gnawing, or teeth clanking, or overabundant eagerness that just made it wet and sloppy. He has no skills himself, and his affection level was still quite low. But, he was able to appreciate the difference a little bit.

As he dwelled on these differences and categorizing them in his mind, his defenses were next to nothing, so Xue Yang was perfectly capable of getting his tongue in. Though he might choke a little on it, he did mean it, he was hardly worth the effort.]

[ Xue Yang is rapidly cluing into the fact that this person is in fact just as ignorant of sex as most "righteous cultivators" he came across tended to be. Even once his tongue is inside, the lack of reciprocation or any attempts at trying is almost impressive.

But that's alright. He doesn't need to be particularly good at it.

Xue Yang's hands reach for Shen Qingqiu's lapels and then slide down until he reaches his belt, at which point he starts to work on undoing it. It doesn't exactly take skill to have someone else suck your cock. ]

[His engine just wasn't something that was up and ready to go at the flick of a switch. He had to ruminate on things first, and it really was a curious situation. There was no build-up, it was just a sudden PWP event with no proper flow. Anyone reading this would definitely rage.

And it was so easy to think about some of these things. Tongues were just strange. Why was it they were shoved into mouths so much? Hot wet textured squirming muscles were weird. They felt kind of weird, and invasion into a private space. Exchanging fluids from another person. It was the least romantic thing when you really thought about it. Tender kisses on the head or check though, had so much more impact, to work their way through countless encounters and build up, to finally place lips upon soft lips of released affection, and stop it at that. That was true depictions of passion!

As he considered all of these things he finally realized his belt was being removed. Wait! Wait! This is more than he signed up for! He went to grab hold of it as if he were fighting some little gremlin picking his pockets.]

Edited 2020-06-04 04:32 (UTC)

[ When Shen Qingqiu goes for his belt as well, not to help Xue Yang along but to hinder, Xue Yang pauses. He pulls back just barely enough, so that when he speaks their lips still brush together. ]

I know what I'm doing. Just let me work.

[ And he continues to try to get that belt open. ]

[Again there was the urge to agree. What was this? What was this situation? What kind of event had he fallen into? What sort of flags had he raised? He knew he had changed the genre of Proud Immortal Demon Way, but what exactly was the genre here?

Didn't he already know that?

He raised his hands to cover his eyes because he had no idea what to do. Normally in this situation, his clothes would just be ripped to shreds at this point.]

[ He isn't physically resisting any more, so Xue Yang has no need to rip his clothes apart.

Once the belt gives, Xue Yang finally takes the plate of food and sets it where it won't get in the way to the side. He gives one last lingering kiss to Shen Qingqiu's lips, maneuvering a little to avoid his hands, before he starts to kiss a line downwards along Shen Qingqiu's body. It's not the sort of thing Xue Yang is interested in in particular, but he's watched plenty of women do it to Jin Guangshan and they're his guides at the moment.

By the time his head gets much lower, he has most of the important clothing out of the way, he thinks. These robes are somewhat different from ones he's used to dealing with, so it takes a bit more work than he was expecting. ]

[She Qingqiu was a floaty scholar, he had layers and layers of robes, the sort that looked amazing when twirling and flitting around the air. Light and airy they looked fantastic in dramatic shots with the wind and fluttered when swinging a sword. This meant they were not that convenient to move. Which, was fine. He didn't want them removed particularly. And though the sensation of kisses down his chest was a little exciting, he was quickly trying to cover his chest immediately after.

It was probably easier just to lift his robes and pull down his pants.

How had it come to this? He never would have imagined in a million years he would end up in such a situation, should he feel guilty? It wasn't like there was much he could do. It was going to happen one way or another, he already knew that. Whatever system was running this R-18 cluster fuck would no doubt have methods to force it's events activated and Shen Qingqiu knew he was powerless no matter what.]

[ By the time Xue Yang's mouth is down by its target... the clothes are not entirely opened up. But at least his face is down here now and he can easily see what he's doing, so it's not that much longer before Xue Yang is finally pulling aside Shen Qingqiu's last innergarments to expose him to the air.

Now that they're at this point, Xue Yang settles into a slightly easier position on his knees. He soon leans in and gives a lavish lick of his tongue, from the base of Shen Qingqiu's cock all the way up to the head.

... Okay, this actually doesn't taste that great. He's definitely going to have plenty of dessert after this to get the taste out, but he can deal with it for now. ]

[What do you want from him!? There isn't anywhere to bathe! It could be a lot worse, he could be a none cultivator, they probably sweat way more!

He somehow knew the direction Xue Yang was going, but it did not quite register until he went in for it. The sudden lick along his poor cucumber was startling and completely unfamiliar. He could not help but gasp suddenly and vocally with a jump. Not ever, in all of his life, had someone licked him in such a place. But then, his experiences regarding such intimate matters were usually barely enough foreplay before sticking it in....]

[ Xue Yang continues, pressing his lips in sloppy kisses in an attempt to avoid putting his tongue on it more than is necessary. He at least wants it hard before he takes it into his mouth properly. Like this, it's limp and kind of unappealing. Like food that has gotten soggy instead of being handled fresh.

He recalls what he's seen of this sort of thing, and he remembers all the exaggerated moans that the women would give as they did this... but that had always been so unappealing to him, and he had no idea what Jin Guangshan liked about it. So he stays quiet, instead placing more kisses and even adding licks in his attempts to coax Shen Qingqiu to hardness.

It's a dick. Pretty much any touch has got to feel good, right? ]

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