MINGLE 001

[erkumods]

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! ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● 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? ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

Comments

[reds]

[ The roughness of her palms is new to him. He 'consorts' with his trump soldiers all the time. But honestly, they're not seasoned veterans, they're all beautiful women, and they don't do a lot of hard labor most of the time. That's now how Wonderland is.

Needless to say, he's really enjoying himself. A pleasant girl, who's the kind of attractive that doesn't make him want to throttle rather than caress, her eager touches, the look on her face. How lovely. He laughs a bit though at her comments, shaking his head. ]

Not at all. It's what I expect.

[pawper]

[Her pleased, gratified smile widens even further. She squeezes him gently—delicate pressure all along his length that tightens, then relaxes. Tightens and relaxes again, hard enough to be exciting without skirting the edge of pain. If there was a time to feel self-conscious, to worry about being seen and watched and judged by the people around them, it's long since flown past.]

Good.....that's good. Being on the same page, I mean.

[Her head dips, hair brushing his thighs as she presses a kiss to the base of his shaft. Then another, and another, butterfly teases that dissolve into the hot, wet slide of her tongue moving up, up, up the underside of his dick. Swirling it around the head, lapping at the slit.

Watching his face through her lashes, still smiling, Lys takes his length into the wet heat of her mouth, swallowing it down without a thought paid to gag reflex or the need for air.]

[reds]

[ He tilts his head, despite the fact she's got her hand on his dick. It's just curious how she's smiling like that. At least, to him it is. ]

The same page... indeed.

[ Haha book jokes. But no really though, he doesn't have much to chatter about now and simply watches her as she kisses along his length. The tease is just enough to get him to twitch subtly, protesting in his physical greediness. But she is soon to placate him as she uses her tongue.

If she's watching his face, it's relieved more than anything, as he settles into her ministrations. He places a hand atop her head as if to reward her for a job well done, fingers dipping through her hair a little ways as he sighs out loud, body shuddering as she just swallows him on down.

He does so love it when someone follows orders... ]