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TDM #16
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« « « ALL ON DISPLAY
It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. ... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals. The weather is rather cold and icy. |
» » » WALKING TOUR
 The cold, icy winter weather has seen to it that there is an unfortunate interruption with the usual city tour for the newest arrivals to Duplicity. Some of the train tracks have a dangerous amount of ice coating them and sections of travel are now unavailable via train. City officials still believe that the tours are important to integrate new LIERs to Duplicity so they have organised personal walking tours held by current LIERs. New arrivals will be paired with their own tour guide; they can take the suggested path or take their barely dressed charge on a more ad-hoc tour. It might be considerate to let them change into something warmer first! Important landmarks and checkpoints like Fiddler’s Square, North Park, The Up and Down Courts, the People Zoo and of course S.L.U.T. need to be marked off on the tours but there have also been fun local stores which have set-ups for free samples and information booklets. What order and how people travel to them is up to them. |
« « « GALLERIA OF SEX
 (CW: exhibitionism, voyeurism, dub/non-con)One of the stops along these new walking tours is a temporary educational art installation that has been set up to display and talk about the rich variety of kinks that are popular in Duplicity. Newcomers are invited to come inside the building, sit on the human furniture to watch and learn or volunteer to participate themselves. Each section has local LIERs and graduated citizens there to help walk those new to the program through the displays, explaining the appeal and draw of each kink. Live demonstrations or performance art are carried out by LIERs who have volunteered, been conscripted or are fulfilling a sentence that would normally land them in the People Zoo. They can and will ask anyone and everyone to step up and be part of the artwork themselves. Some of the displays set up will feature:
We encourage players not to limit themselves in regards to what is on display. There are many more kinks than the ones listed, and Duplicity considers all kinds of sexual acts a form of art. Photo taking is encouraged throughout the exhibition, especially when your own participation is concerned. If you missed the chance to do so, in the moment, you need not worry as the gift shop at the end of the gallery will have many different prints taken over the course of the exhibition available for purchase. Take home a keepsake of your first day in Duplicity. |
« « « ICE TO SEE YOU
 (CW: exhibitionism)Winter does make it harder in Duplicity to enjoy all the pleasures of the flesh that could be on offer in the warmer months. Most who live in the city still need to wrap up with many layers when the weather turns so chilly. But that’s not saying that the city can’t find ways to help keep its residents in the mood. It will first be noticeable to those trying their hand at streaming or posting video footage onto the network. Regardless of a character's state of dress while recording, they will appear completely naked to those watching and no amount of covering up with more articles of material will change that. Others might see it as they set about on their first days getting used to the city’s layout, glancing into a shop window they will notice their own state of undress in their reflection. You might even see it in a particularly shiny bit of ice but no matter where you look, all reflective surfaces will show everyone in their birthday suits, naked as the day they were born. |
« « « BLADES OF GLORY
 (CW: exhibitionism, dubcon, drugging) In a bid to encourage individuals to get out and keep active despite the chilly weather, the city has transformed one of the large tennis courts in the Up into a makeshift outdoor skating rink. In the recreation building attached to the courts-turned-rink the change rooms have been outfitted for people to change into more appropriate clothing. There is also at the front of the building an area to rent skates. Many who get on the ice see no reason to keep apart, as many contracted couples can be seen holding hands or chasing each other as they skate. In the change rooms it isn’t uncommon to see a bit of hanky panky or people getting off at helping others in and out of their skates. There also seems to be a small hot chocolate stand set up inside the building where characters can buy a warm drink to sip on while taking a break from skating. The drink may leave those that consume it feeling especially warm and frisky, with perhaps a bit of extra energy they need to burn off - skating might not cut it. |
« « « MOD & OOC NOTES
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: If your character would rather have a dog for a pet they are Dominant. If they would rather have a cat for a pet they are Submissive. If your character is from a canon that has neither, pick the choice you believe they would prefer more. To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to use new tdms with different designations for fun! Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have a good time!! |
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It's more or less just stating the obvious, even as Luxaela's smile is a little wry. It's mostly that Aoba's core temperature has risen, as well as his hands from contact with the cup.
"But, see more?" he echoes, brow furrowing as he tries to pick through the words. It doesn't look like a lewd offer, but if it is, it would be nice to just burn off some steam, so to speak.
"...Sure."
He would take his shirt off here, were this place a little more private in itself, but with all the people around, a place where at least the illusion of privacy is present is ideal.
Getting up, he chugs the rest of his hot chocolate before discarding the cup, and offers to help Aoba stand as well as balance.
"Since my place isn't ideal, I assume you mean somewhere around here?"
He'll even lead the way, if Aoba really just wants to go to the changing rooms, because that's easy enough.
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Inviting himself to Luxaela's place? Gosh, that's a little bold, isn't it?! And yet, Luxaela doesn't seem offended? Aoba is a bit embarrassed for apparently sounding like he was soliciting sex, but somehow he doesn't want to outright shut down that suggestion - and hence that option - either. Slowly, he's starting to think that that this heat he's feeling is a little more than just a temperature thing... but that's not necessarily bad. It feels kind of comfortable, actually... If he realized it was because of spiked chocolate, that would be different; as it is, he assumes it's just a natural thing.
"Let's go to the changing rooms."
There, that's innocent enough. They can change back into normal clothes, he can study Luxaela's markings some more, and.... well, anything else that happens is just a bonus, right?! Aoba really doesn't want to think that far ahead. He'll just shut down and/or die of embarrassment if he does.
"It's a little easier, here..." he declares, the words only a little forced, once they've arrived in the changing rooms (and yet Aoba isn't undressing yet). He gestures vaguely at Luxaela's body, unable to convince himself to make eye contact. "... Looking at your markings..." That is definitely what he's here for. Absolutely.
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The markings even wrap around his thighs, and, if one were to look carefully, some of the markings even encircle the pucker of his ass.
"There. Feel better now that you know?"
He raises his eyebrows playfully, hands on his hips, and unabashedly standing there in the buff. As if his markings don't create more than one landing strip.
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At this point, Aoba should honestly be freaking the hell out, but between that hot chocolate and Luxaela's casual attitude, the shock that Aoba would normally feel is nowhere to be found. Besides, maybe being nude is perfectly normal for Ileovoth? ... Actually, it really should be! Those markings would have no purpose otherwise, right?!
Really, though, it's only maybe 10% of Aoba's brain that is trying to logic this out. For the most part, he is fascinated, with no further thoughts at all.
"I do." Aoba, that was probably not a serious question... but, look, he's just saying what he feels. An honest question deserves a stupid answer, and everything. "They really are... beautiful..."
He does, even now, have enough would-be decency to feel embarrassed when his eyes drift down to Luxaela's crotch, but even though he looks up again, he has no reservations about reaching out and touching the markings on Luxaela's chest. He really is... so big, too...
nsfw: xeno genitalia
Still, his breath nearly hisses inward as Aoba goes straight for his tits, his cheeks burning a deep purple. Surprised, and perhaps a little turned-on, his nipples slightly peak for the attention they're given. His markings give an additional, little flare of light that dies down again quickly enough.
He clears his throat, long ears twitching and flushing as well, but he doesn't dissuade Aoba's touch.
While he does have some muscle, there's definitely a fair amount of give as far as his chest is concerned. Aoba's touch, depending how firm it is, might actually sink enough to be partially pillowed around Luxaela's warm skin.
Perhaps embarrassingly, his uppermost slit opens a little, showing off a similarly-glowing tendril that's about a finger's-width wide. To such an end, he's quick to use a hand to hover in front of his lap, careful not to touch himself, lest he provoke his own body on accident.
"How-- bold." He cracks a nervous little smile, heartbeat pounding rapidly under Aoba's touch. It's on the same side as a human's, too.
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"You're the one who assumed I wanted to do more than look..." Well, not really - but Luxaela was definitely the one who assumed that Aoba was angling for sex. While that isn't wholly incorrect now, Aoba's intentions were totally pure before, okay?! "Who's the bold one?"
Aoba isn't really sure what's happening down there - that is definitely not a dick? probably?? it's too small for Aoba to be embarrassed about seeing it, anyway! - but he wants to see more, and so he grabs hold of Luxaela's wrist, trying to pull that hand away. There's no force behind it at all, however; Aoba is only encouraging the movement, no more than that.
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"But you're the one who corrected my assumption. Ah."
Okay okay, sure, he'll move his hand. And his coil twitches a little as he allows Aoba to look at it. It's a bit darker than his nipples in terms of color, lit up with thin rows of dotted light.
"Okay, that's definitely my coil you're looking at."
More of it slips out, gradually getting thicker as it goes. He's not fully hard, but enough of it's out that what has emerged moves and wiggles on its own. As it is, it's currently only three inches out, but it does start to slightly leak a whitish fluid.
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"Eh?" Wait - what?! Aoba's gaze flicks up at that sudden complete disconnect from the situation. "A Coil?!"
That is... what it's called? No - is that really what it's called?! If Aoba wasn't pleasantly drugged, he would be bursting out laughing right about now. Thankfully the mood isn't quite ruined yet.
Oh gosh, it's... definitely leaking something. Um... Should he do something? Yeah, no, he should definitely do something. Like very carefully wiping away that fluid; that seems like a marvelous idea.
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Okay, having it touched definitely makes a not-squeak come out of him, and it reacts eagerly, wrapping around Aoba's fingers as more of it everts from his sheath. He has enough brain cells left to realize that there's been a miscommunication somehow regarding his dick.
"O-okay, I-Ileovoth anatomy 101. Penis. It's prehensile, hence the slang use of "coil"."
He points at the thing attempting to, well, coil around Aoba's wrist. Then, next, to the soft, illuminated folds around it.
"Penis sheath."
Lower, then, to a similar set of folds, "Ovivent."
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Actually, how long is that thing, even?!
"Ovi-..." Wait, he knows this one. Sort of. "... Egg?"
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"Yeah, egg vent."
It's still wrapping up Aoba's forearm, revealing a thicker and thicker body until it's almost as wide as his forearm, until a knot-like appendage pops out, and it stops, well, showing off how long it can get. Still, a little over halfway towards the base, it gets too it
But that knot-like base is almost as wide as Luxaela's forearm, and if one were to hold it straight up, it could easily reach the lower part of his chest.
For now, Luxaela brings a hand to his mouth, and he watches Aoba's movements like a bird of prey, brow furrowed a little more than usual as he struggles to keep his breathing even.
His coil leaks more of that fluid, too. Not just from the tip, but from the sheath and ovivent, too. Some of it starts to ooze down his thighs. After a moment, he reaches out to try to extricate his coil from around Aoba's arm, but eventually just.. touches his hand, unable to hide that his breathing is starting to labor.
"If you... need me to help extricate yourself from it, that's fine."
But fuck, is he getting tingles just from this kind of touching. Who knew that a curious touch could get to him like this?!
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"No, it's... It's fine, if it wants to -... If you want to." Want to what, exactly?! Touching, for one; more touching wouldn't be so bad, either.
"It's so big..." He can barely imagine that kind of thing fitting inside anywhere, even with the tip rather slender. But then, should he be thinking about it going in anywhere at all? Maybe he's pushing it, just a bit?
He's... really, really horny, though, and he turns his hand to keep stroking that coil, without trying to free himself.
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His legs start feeling like jelly. Has he really been this worked up...?
"Gonna... come quick, at this rate," he wheezes out, sharp teeth lightly biting into his bottom lip. "Your clothes're gonna get messy... if you keep going."
His markings flare up brighter, the knot starting to swell up even thicker as it pulses with his nearing orgasm. It takes everything in him not to finger any part of himself, because he's not sure just how much Aoba is okay with, well... seeing. At this point, his own self-pleasure just seems downright lewd, though he knows the feeling doesn't make sense at all.
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"It's fine." Especially since he's still wearing his borrowed skating clothes L O L... but, really, he's just incapable of thinking about any future consequences when he's so into things at the moment, even with those consequences emphatically pointed out to him. "Just do it."
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Letting out a strained moan, his coil convulses and twitches as he spills himself between them, and the fact that he isn't in control of the hand stroking the majority of his length has his knees shaking and his free hand gripping Aoba's shoulder with greater strength, enough to bruise, at worst.
Very pale pink cum spurts out in long waves from the delicate tip, dripping copiously over Aoba's forearm and clothing. A soft, whined moan slips past his lips as his hips give a shaky thrust, his coil twitching with the rest of his shivering body. His markings stay bright for now, and his knot swells up further before staying that larger size.
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Finally letting go of Luxaela's coil, Aoba raises his arm to better look at it. "It's pink..." Just barely, but still, a pretty color. Lifting his arm a bit further, he doesn't quite feel bold enough to taste the cum (at least, not yet), but he does get closer to sniff it.
Because apparently that's what you do with alien cum.
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Once released, Luxaela's coil doesn't quite let go of him yet, and in fact flails a little from the loss of body heat. Luxaela's quick to draw his grip forward a bit to steady it so it doesn't fling his bodily fluids everywhere.
"Ao~ba," he begins with shaky moan, "I'm still coming..."
His fluids continue to puddle on the floor, and it's all Luxaela can do to keep holding his dick long enough to at least not have an unsatisfying finish with Aoba no longer giving it any attention. Letting his eyes drift shut as he waits out the last pulses he has, and for the last softened waves of bliss to run their course, he pulls away enough to sit down on the nearest bench, to keep himself from falling over.
Are all humans-- no, there's no way all humans are like Aoba. Well, he thinks Aoba's human. Probably.
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Well. Looks like he really is still coming... and quite a sight it makes, too; the more so now that Aoba, from a small distance, has more attention to spare for Luxaela and what he's doing. It's positively intoxicating to look at, Aoba feeling his body respond, even if he's just sort of hovering awkwardly. (If he wasn't so fascinated by Luxaela, he might have considered doing something about his own arousal, but he's just enjoying the show too much!)
Then it's over... but then, didn't Aoba think that before, too?
"Are you... finished?" Definitely not a weird thing to ask when someone is drowning in post-orgasmic bliss, nope.
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"How would you feel if I asked you that?" he replies somewhat bitterly, brow furrowing. Perhaps he's feeling more sober now that he's climaxed, and usually-- he has a little more sheepishness to his own nudity.
Resigning himself to getting dressed as soon as he can move again, his gaze flicks up towards Aoba again, noticing the tent in the other man's pants in the process.
"I can't tell if you mean it genuinely or to insult me."
His arms fold defensively against his chest, and he ignores how his legs still tremble, his coil twitching in the remnants of his own cum. The knot is too big right now to allow the appendage to retract.
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"I only wanted to know!" A slightly over-defensive reaction, before he explains a bit. "That was a really, really long time to come."
But that's still no excuse, is it? Even if he didn't mean anything by his question outside of its literal meaning, he kind of treated Luxaela like a scientific experiment more than a person, and that is not okay - even if, again, he didn't mean any harm.
Meanwhile Luxaela's dick is still lowkey doing its thing, and somehow that reminder of what happened makes this more awkward. Or maybe it's the fact that Aoba is still kind of turned on, while also trying not to be.
"Do you need a towel, or..." There may be towels around? And then he can at least try to help Luxaela clean himself up some.
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"A towel would be nice. And my kind's orgasm lasts awhile because we have this knot. Do humans not have it similar?" He's careful to ask gently, gaze dropping a bit to Aoba's lap again.
"I mean, given the heat signature, it looks a lot different than mine, but I can't see anything clearly, and even shape doesn't mean much, sometimes. Do you... will you be okay like that? It is my understanding that some sentient species feel embarrassment to... have it on display, even through clothing.
"And the same is usually said for me, too. I'm not sure why I was so cavalier earlier."
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Which is halfway missing the point, but Aoba is embarrassed, and while he could maybe-possibly convince himself that the tent in his clothing isn't as obvious as it probably is, the reminder that Luxaela has heat vision, combined with what that means for the visibility of Aoba's erection, is absolutely mortifying.
That doesn't change the fact that Luxaela deserves to see it in return. Even apart from the physical discomfort, it would really be worse if Aoba didn't show his dick, now...
"We definitely don't have a knot." Which comes out halfway defensive again, like having a knot is a bad thing - and it's not, but Aoba is quite happy without one, thanks! Anyway, he should press on before he chickens out... which is easier said than done now that he's on the receiving end of this not-quite-scientific-study exchange.
But he can't back out. That would be a really shitty move. And so he undoes his pants, pushing them just past his hips, and his underwear is quick to follow. Welp, he sure is standing here with his dick out, now... The embarrassment is borderline enough to kill his previous arousal. But maybe that's also partly because, compared to Luxaela's dick, which is big, and even (dare he think it?) pretty, Aoba's is an odd-shaped lump of flesh with some hair stuck on for good measure. He's never had a problem with that - that's just how dicks look - but now he feels weird!
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Towel forgotten, Luxaela's eyes widen to see what Aoba has, and all at once he has an idea as to maybe how Aoba was feeling looking at his coil. It's fascinating that it doesn't evert - there isn't even a sheath for it to hide in! - and... oh, oh that is some cute body hair.
Getting up, he then crouches down on the floor to see it better, and he starts to reach out and touch, but stops himself.
He looks up at Aoba.
"Is it alright if I touch?"
Meanwhile, his coil is still doing its own thing, the knot it has finally, slowly starting to reverse its swelling.
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It doesn't keep him from being turned on, though. In fact, he's decidedly not getting softer...
"Mhm... It's fine."
He's not sure if it's fine, on a moral level. But he can hardly deny Luxaela the right to touch his dick in return! And, of course... it's not like Aoba doesn't want him to touch. It's just... awkward? It feels vaguely like taking advantage, somehow - like he's using Luxaela to get off.
(That would be a more understandable concern if he hadn't literally jerked Luxaela off just before, but there you go. The laws of horny don't always obey the rules of logic!)
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Biting his lip with a sharp tooth, he resists the urge to call it cute, and instead pushes his face closer to draw it against his cheek, unnoticing of the fact that the almost-electrical charge of his markings are capable of sending tingles to Aoba's dick.
Only once he's got a good eyeful does he notice the... thing hanging beneath. It looks delicate, and he's equally careful when he takes Aoba's balls in the other hand, cradled against his fingers.
It's so freakin' cute, he thinks!
But unlike Aoba's raw curiosity, Luxaela decides to touch him with purpose, now. His fingertips delicately stroke both his balls and his shaft at once, letting the organ rub against his cheek. If it makes a mess on him, well, that's what getting a towel for, later, is for!
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