[NSFW] Dubcon Candyland

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The board & cards!

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How to Play:
- abilities are ON items are GONE.
- each character has a token for the board (thematically relevant to them).
- they somehow Know that the only way to escape is to play their way to the end. as in: they, as an individual, have to cross the finish line.
- there are two wheels: the PUNISHMENT WHEEL, and the SPIN THE BOTTLE wheel. the punishment wheel is to be spun if the character refuses or fails a task; if they wouldn't ICly spin it, they'll be compelled to do so (player choice as to how). The SPIN THE BOTTLE wheel is for deciding who has to do tasks with who. You're OOCly welcome to have cards themselves specify sometimes if you want!
- cheating will be PUNISHED ... by the player's OOC choice

Comments

[tryse]

You know, that's a point I hadn't considered. I could probably manage it, but not by tailoring it to everyone's pleasure. You'd all be getting the same treatment.

[abnormalizes]

Yeah. It's a sexy image in theory, but in practice, it'd probably be more fun one-on-one.

[tryse]

I'd feel a bit better about that if you got some pleasure out of tentacles, but I fear the only exotic thing you'll run into is if someone wants me to craft them an out-there penis.

[abnormalizes]

I mean, even if I don't get anything out of tentacles directly, I still enjoy doing it? Fucking five beautiful women at once sounds like a great time to me.

[tryse]

I guess I'm just not grasping the mix of fun versus work. Sorry.

[abnormalizes]

No need to be sorry. Let's see, how to explain it - I mean, like, eating your girlfriend out and making her writhe in ecstasy and moan your name is enjoyable even if it doesn't directly provide you with sexual pleasure?

[tryse]

[She laughs at that.]

I understand that! I just thought that much coordinating would be too distracting!

[abnormalizes]

Oh, okay! In that case, I'm not sure how distracting it would be, I'm a pretty good multi-tasker. But I'm down for finding out!

[tryse]

So would I, though I think I'd want the one-on-one treatment first.

[abnormalizes]

Fair enough! Right now, or do you want to rest a little first?

[She's ready to go again at any time-]

[tryse]

We're both unoccupied at the moment, let's go for it.

[She's had a breather, after all.]

[abnormalizes]

Fantastic!

[With no further warning, she transforms one of her arms into a long pink tentacle. Its texture is smooth, almost like human skin but not quite.

She wraps it around Tryse's breasts, infinitely more flexible than a human arm and hand would be, and rubs and squeezes gently.]

[tryse]

Oh! Mm.

[She hadn't expected that to go so swiftly! Tryse moans appreciatively, reaching up to give the tentacle an appreciative stroke.]

If you could feel more through it, I'd probably offer to give it a little taste. I can only imagine how that would go.

[She arches her back, just a little, as if the tentacle's extra flexibility needs her to.]

[abnormalizes]

I appreciate it, but I'd hate to muffle those beautiful noises you're making anyway ♥

[She applies a bit more pressure, the tentacle rubbing over her nipples as it undulates.]

[tryse]

[She coos a little at that, then bites her lower lip. The non-human feel to it is odd, but no less odd than the total bonelessness with which the tentacle squirms around her.]

I could get used to this...

[abnormalizes]

It's a little weird the first time, yeah.

[The tentacle lowers, moving down her stomach to rub between her legs. Not pressing in just yet, just letting her get used to the feeling of it against her folds.]

[tryse]

Did it take you a while, experimenting?

[She shifts her hips, spreading her legs slightly in invitation. It's long past time for her to stop smothering noises, so the interested little squeak she makes slips past easily. It's so weirdly smooth, and long, but also... Oh boy.]

[abnormalizes]

My first time with tentacles was when they were attached to somebody else, so it's a little different, I think.

[The tentacle slowly works its way inside. It's not rough or fast, but where Evangeline's fingers or a strap-on would bottom out eventually, the tentacle just keeps going, deeper than anything else could reach.]

[tryse]

I figured that! I just meant whether-Ooh.

[Pardon Tryse. She tried her best, but the sensation of it slowly pushing into her, going in, in, in, just disrupts her train of thought entirely. She raises her hips, placing a hand to her forehead, and lets out a shuddery breath.]

H-how much...?

[abnormalizes]

About halfway, but I'm not going to try to fit it all in, don't worry.

[That would be a challenge even for her to fit. Just rubbing against Tryse's innermost walls is more than enough.]

[tryse]

[It's certainly filling. Tryse's hips work, rocking desperately against the tentacles, and she only answers Evangeline with whimpers and moans as she feels it rubbing so strangely inside her. One hand drifts down to her pelvis, about where she imagines it is, and presses down. She's wet enough that this isn't a challenge, and those noises aren't doing her dignity any good.]

Fffffuck me...!

[abnormalizes]

That's the idea!

[She picks up her pace a fraction, now that she's sure Tryse can take it. It shifts rubs and shifts inside her more flexibly than a hand would ever be able to, without her having to ever pull out.]

You look so good right now, pretty girl. And you sound even better.

[tryse]

[Oh shit. Sex and compliments? Tryse whimpers again, then cries out as Evangeline picks up the pace. Her hips rise, unbidden, and her feet scrabble for purchase against the bedsheets. With treatment like this, it won't be long before she comes again, but she can't even think the words right now. All she can let out is a sharp cry.]

[abnormalizes]

[It's a good thing she likes compliments because Evangeline is not capable of shutting up without a gag.]

That's it, just let yourself go. You're taking me so well. Let me see how gorgeous you are when you come, please? Can you do that for me?

[tryse]

[A few minutes, or seconds, Tryse can't tell, it happens. She clamps down on the invading tentacle and cries out once more, quivering as pleasure overloads her senses.

After a moment, she relaxes, still trembling.]

Oh, that almost wasn't fair.