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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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[He could feel his soul trying to escape his body. What was that? What was that dreadful sound? He wanted to expire on the spot.

Words were beyond him at the moment though, so all he could do was take his closed fan and bat at Xue Yang's head lightly. Stop that. Stop that dreadful moaning. It was embarrassing, the situation was already bad don't make it even more awkward and uncomfortable.]

[ So this guy doesn't find the noises sexy either. Got it.

Xue Yang stops moaning immediately, instead focusing on his bobbing and stroking. There's probably some technique to this that he didn't pay close enough attention to pick up on. He starts moving a bit faster at least. Maybe that will work this guy up.

Is he going to expect Xue Yang to swallow? He'd better not be expecting that. The taste right now is bad enough as it is. ]

[He wanted to cry, everything about this was terrible, and yet he really couldn't deny the fact it felt good.

How will he ever face another human being again?

He was already worked up, this sort of attention was rare, who knew that direct contact and drugs made up for a lot of things? Either way, he was no lasting very long, release was imminent, and when it came he couldn't help but cry deep inside from shame.]

[ It comes in a rush, and Xue Yang at least manages not to cough on it or have it immediately spill right back out. He holds on for just long enough to turn and spit it out onto the floor.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his free hand while his other continues to slowly stroke Shen Qingqiu through the rest of his orgasm. He's definitely going to need to grab some more food to get the taste out of his mouth though.

Even despite the taste, his lips quirk into a grin. ]

That was kind of fun.

[ Would he still be saying that without the various drugs from the food in his system? Who knows! ]

[It was a strange sensation, ejaculating into someone's mouth and being finished off in such a way.

It was not pleasant.

Not that it had not felt good, really such a thing, you touch it enough and it will be happy, that wasn't so complicated. Even the rush of orgasm wasn't complicated. It was after that was terrible. The wash of regret as the sexual high subsided. That sense of shame, disgust, and over awareness of body fluids. Watching someone spit out onto the floor just reinforced the trashy image of getting a BJ in a bathroom stall in some sort of hedonistic night club that was a popular setting for certain kinds of fan works and novels of certain demographics.

Not that he read these. They were simply things he had run across and as a dutiful and doting older brother in his previous life, he was quite familiar with his sisters interest. ~~Though perhaps too willing to read some things with barely a prompt.~~

Everything about the current moment just reinforced everything he disliked about these sorts of things....

Billing his robes tightly around himself in an attempt to gain some sort of dignity he gazed down with his most aloof expression yet, pushing down all his other feels as much as possible.]

You are a very strange person.

I know. [ Xue Yang puts his arms on Shen Qingqiu's legs and rests his head in his lap, looking up at him from his spot on the floor. ] But you're the one who doesn't know how to kiss at all. I almost thought you wouldn't be able to get hard, either. Want me to fuck you?

I-I-!

[How dare! He can kiss! He knows how to kiss! He's not that bad! He's done it before and it was fine!]

This master is not unversed in kissing, but... but when it's sudden and unwelcome it can only be expected it would be bad!

[He was already so worked up he missed the second statement.]

... I put half a piece of food in my mouth and had you bite the other half. What did you think was going to happen?

[ Do you have any idea how many prostitutes he's watched do that same sort of thing? ]

You cheated! You're supposed to have enough time to break off.

[Of course not. And though he can imagine what happens in brothels, he has only been in one once.]

[ Xue Yang stares for a moment, then gives an amused snort. ]

Were you going to try to eat the food and not kiss me? Did you think that would work?

Of course.

[And why should he have thought it wouldn't?]

[ He leans forward a little, putting more of himself in Shen Qingqiu's lap. ]

Then why try to eat the food in the first place? To humor me? To taunt me? Were you going to pull back at the last moment, shove me out of your lap, and laugh at me?

[When put like that he felt like he was being shamed and was in the wrong!]

Humor I suppose....

Stopping early isn't against those sorts of games... for cowards.

[He raised his fan a little defensively and leaned back, but did nothing else. If anything he felt a little guilty. He shouldn't feel guilty, he did nothing wrong, but he felt a little guilty now.]

[ Xue Yang is sneering now, and though he mutters it under his breath he's making no attempt for it to not be audible, ]

Damn cultivators.

[ He leans in further, taking up almost all of Shen Qingqiu's lap at this point, speaking at normal volume again. ]

If you know how to kiss, then do a good job of kissing me. Don't hide behind excuses.

That's a very unfair demand.

[Why did he have to prove himself? It was such a stupid thing to be fussy over. Is a bad kiss that damning? He had bad kisses every day!]

I-it's not romantic enough!

I said don't hide behind excuses. You cultivators are all the same. You're always like that.

[ Xue Yang is more or less crawling back into his lap now, this time doing his best to press closer. He makes an attempt to pull the fan out of his way so he can lean in for another, much more aggressive, kiss. ]

What is that suppose to mea-

[What was so wrong with cultivators? Cultivators were cool!

And really... he could put an end to this. He could just stop it. He had the power to do so. But... was a fight really worth it?

He wanted to sigh. He wasn't a competitive sort particularly, and he didn't really feel a need to prove himself. He just didn't want to be thought of as completely lacking. But, the path of least resistance was... just giving into the demand. If he did it, it would all stop, right? He would do it, prove he could, and then it would be done.

And though he was not completely hopeless at kissing, he wasn't amazing at it either. His experience really was mostly bad and his ideas of techniques came from books, tv shows and movies. Still, though he was average, with a little work he could probably get better.

Thus, in an attempt to just settle this terrible awkward matter he kissed back, hardly aggressively, he had no passion here and no affection, but, he at least could open himself up a bit to the motions, if he closed his eyes he could imagine something else. A fantasy that would never exist in a million years.]

[ It's at least progress.

When Shen Qingqiu begins to kiss back, some of Xue Yang's aggression wanes. He's still being dominant and a bit forceful, but the anger that was bubbling up simmers down again. He puts a hand to the back of Shen Qingqiu's head so he can't pull back, but the press of lips on lips isn't forceful, and he doesn't use his teeth. He does still push his tongue in, though. ]

[He still can't help but dwell on how weird tongues felt and the taste of another person's mouth. At least someone he wasn't that interested in kissing. Even if Binghe mostly bit, at least there was affection there, an earnest effort of a desperate need to be accepted and loved, and how could that be refused? Here he felt like caught prey of a crafty cat.

But still, he let himself go through the motions, the was not impressive, but he wasn't completely dead either.

[ Xue Yang kisses for a little while longer still before finally pulling back and staring at Shen Qingqiu. ]

Yeah. You're still not that good at kissing.

So do you want me to fuck you?

[ He never answered the question when Xue Yang asked it earlier. ]

[How mean! But fine! He wasn't that good! It wasn't like he went around kissing random strangers for the hell of it. It wasn't like his experiences were vast and diverse. What did he look like!?]

What did you expect?

[Look at him! Ignoring everything about himself before, did such a scholar look like they would be vastly familiar with the ways of flesh and blood!?]

And this master would rather not. We do not even know each others names, and there is no affection between us.

You said you had experience as if you were actually decent.

[ And Jin Guangshan was one of the most well-renown cultivators and he was a giant slut, so. ]

... Xue Yang.

[ A pleasure? ]

This master has experience but has never claimed to be decent! Did this one not say you would be disappointed?

[He did not misrepresent himself at all.]

Shen Qingqiu....

Edited 2020-06-08 00:57 (UTC)

The blowjob wasn't that bad.

[ ... ]

Do you want to fuck me?

[ He'd certainly expect that to be disappointing, and his tone carries a bit of the implication. ]

No.

[Was this guy really still that horny? Well... he supposed... he... probably had no satisfaction himself.

...

He paled a little and went to move the fan up again to hide.]

Do you need some sort of... assistance....?

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