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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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[ Xue Yang lets some amount of time pass before he gives a roll of his eyes. ]

I have no idea what you think my dick is going to do, but I was much more likely to hurt you when my teeth were down around yours. Unless you really do want it inside and this is some weird attempt to be coy.

[He made a face slightly recoiling at the suggestion before lifting up his hand. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but, well, it was too late to retract.]

Just so you understand, this is only out of a need for fairness.

[Though apparently not enough fairness to touch him without cloth in the way, or looking down, since Shen Qingqiu extended his hand as he turned away to brush his fingers in a fumbling way to find Xue Yang's troubled part.]

If it's fairness, suck me off properly.

[ But he doesn't sound too upset about it.

Instead Xue Yang places one hand on Shen Qingqiu's shoulder and leans back a bit to put his other hand behind him on Shen Qingqiu's knee. It makes his legs spread a bit wider and gives him more leverage to roll his hips into the touch.

He's fully expecting to have to do most of the work himself. ]

[Fuck no!]

No.

[It was already too much to be touching someone else like this. To be honest he barely touched Binghe's Heavenly Pillar how could he touch a stranger easily? But, he supposed it wasn't too bad if he didn't look and it was through cloth. It could be anything that way. It could be one of those squishy stress toys even.

Though, it didn't feel like one of those, strangely muscular and fleshy, however. Not that he was a stranger to such things! It wasn't like he didn't handle his own health when the need arose. And, at least in that respect, he could guess a decent movement and pressure. This was for health, this was just for health.]

[ Xue Yang makes a low noise in his throat, moving in time with Shen Qingqiu's touch. Come to think of it, this is actually the first time someone else has handled his dick, and so far Xue Yang isn't exactly impressed. Not that he's surprised by that at this point.

He lets his eyelids slide to half-shut and tips his head back a little. ]

Harder.

[How dare! Ordered around like that. Be glad he's doing anything at all! He should just leave you hanging, take that! Want it harder? How about nothing at all!

Though he did not.

He did squeeze in a passive-aggressive manner, however, not so hard as to cause trauma, but probably harder than what he assumed would be comfortable, and flexing a little bit of the strength he did possess.]

[ He gives a low grunt, his hips jerking into the touch as the squeeze sends a rush of heat through him and his eyes slide shut. On Shen Qingqiu's shoulder, Xue Yang's hand tightens briefly, not enough to hurt but certainly enough to be felt. ]

Fuck.

[ He opens his eyes again, a grin tugging at his lips. ]

Yeah. That's good. Keep doing something like that.

[His heart cried and he felt his blood drain away ready to escape through his mouth. This was not the sort of praise he wanted! He did not want any praise at all for something like this!]

So you're like that....

[Was he an M magnet or something!?]

Like what? I like having a hand on my dick, yeah. Most guys do.

[ Of course, most guys care about the gender of the person attached to said hand, and a lot more than that too... and don't have a pain tolerance that lets them enjoy an attempt at making their intimate parts a bit uncomfortable...

He rolls his hips towards Shen Qingqiu's hand again. ]

You going to keep going or what?

[His soul was crying!

Fine! Fine! Get it over with!

He fervently tried to finish him off without a care, turning away and sobbing inside.

Fuck! Fine! He'll just squeeze and go hard and fast trying to get this over with as quickly as possible!]

Yeah, that's good... fuck--

[ For a little while, Xue Yang continues to roll his hips, taking his own pace as he pushes up into Shen Qingqiu's hand. But then his control wanes, and his rhythm loses its steadiness.

It's not long after that then Xue Yang's hands clench and his head tips forward. His eyes shut briefly again as he makes a noise deep in his throat, not even caring as he comes in his pants. It's not as if he cares about any stain, and this is supposed to be an orgy anyway, right? ]

[Once it's done he takes his hand away as if he was about to be burned and pushed Xue Yang away. Though not as hard as he could, but definitely in a 'do not touch me please' way.]

There.

[ His grip on Shen Qingqiu's shoulder remains tight, keeping himself from being shoved off his lap entirely. He gives another murmur, then leans in to try to steal one last kiss from Shen Qingqiu. ]

[This time with noteworthy reflexes he opens his fan just in time to defend his lips. He could only give so much, and he was out of stock now.]

[ Then Shen Qingqiu's fan gets another lingering kiss, but then Xue Yang pulls back and off Shen Qingqiu's lap. ]

You should get better at kissing.

That-!

[He quickly shut up biting his words and pulling a more calm facade over himself.]

All things in due time.

If you don't let it out, it's going to build up a lot worse than this. So next time we meet, you can tell me how that "in due time" goes for you.

[ And with that, Xue Yang turns to leave. ]

This master is not repressed.

[He said nothing more and wasn't going to stop him, he just felt like clearing that up. There was a difference between holding things in and letting them fester and just... not really caring that much about it.

And perhaps he felt a twinge of guilt.

No, a lot of guilt.

The person who should be here, trying to kiss him, wanting to fuck him, they were not here. Even if it would be bad, and not particularly enjoyable... he still missed him, he was committing yet another betrayal now.]

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