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May | Event: Flowers of Buffoonery

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The month of love is in full swing! But there are some who are probably wondering: why is May the month of love, and why only in the West? Over in Tokyo, no such celebrations are being made, and even the Hanyo of Shitaya aren't gunning up for any major festivals of any sort, despite most of them having come from the West. But it's not because it's a new holiday. Rather, it's simply a Yokai specific one.

Because traditionally, May is the period where a Yokai's sex drive is the strongest. And while for most, this simply manifests as a desire for deep, emotional connections, for others, it's a month-long orgyfest.

And as the mysterious little flowers continue to bloom across Kyoto, something else begins to bloom between the refugees themselves.

The Season of Sex

Towards the middle of the month, refugees are sure to notice a change in the way the Yokai are behaving, particularly the group known as the "beast Yokai", which includes Kitsune, Bakeneko, and Inu Yokai. As it turns out, these three are among some of the only Yokai who still occasionally undergo a heat-like event, with most of these falling around the month of May.

But what does this have to do with the refugees? As many of them will quickly find out: they also will experience a heat-like state through the rest of the month. Upon contacting the scientists, they explain that because the Yokai were the indigenous people of Nippon, bonding with Nippon seems to have caused the refugees to become part Yokai in a way that differs from the native Hanyo. This is why they're able to use magic, and why many of them grow Yokai body parts when experiencing high levels of Kizuna.

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little heads! Sure, you lot seem to be more afflicted than us Native Yokai, but no one's going to judge you for your... biological needs, teehee!"

As the Yokai researchers explain, heats have become less common in the modern era, so it's entirely possible that some refugees won't experience anything at all. Feel free to use this to opt out of anything that makes you uncomfortable!

You All Know What This Event Is About Maryouku University, Kyoto
When a Yokai goes into heat, they tend to adopt one of three characteristics, known collectively as KSJ. Although most Yokai will always lean more heavily towards one in particular, some may experience all three throughout their heat:

Daikoh (大攻) causes Yokai to develop unusually dominant and possessive tendencies. While some may search for a single partner to keep to themself, others may try to gather as many partners as possible. Even passive and friendly Yokai may become inclined towards violence or unusual roughness, including marking their partners. Some may experience an inexplicable desire for passionate romance, while others may feel a desire to breed.

Daishoku (大食) causes Yokai to give off a magic aura that may trigger a heat in those around them. These Yokai are insatiable, seeking endless pleasure from anything and everything they can find, be it food, entertainment, or sex. It's not uncommon for them to have one thing in particular they become fixated on, though others may simply desire everything. They may even find it hard to sleep without some kind of stimulation to calm them down.

Daijuu (大受) causes Yokai to develop unusually submissive and needy tendencies. They crave physical affection to such a powerful degree that going without it may even become painful. It's not uncommon for these Yokai to only feel comfortable when wrapped up in a nest of blankets to simulate being wrapped in the arms of a lover. They may feel a strong desire to be cared for by another, or even impregnated by a mate, regardless of gender.

Obviously any of these would be pretty inconvenient, but perhaps the worst part is they can strike at any time. One might simply wake up in heat, while another may find themselves suddenly overwhelmed upon seeing a familiar face. And the truly unfortunate may find it happening in public, or even on a long train ride.

While most heats tend to be very mild, often to the point where one might not even realize they're going through one, some Yokai have the misfortune of going through an extreme heat, where the effects of KSJ becomes far more pronounced, even to the point of appearing to have a complete personality shift. Daishoku Yokai may fuck until they pass out, Daikoh Yokai may peruse individuals they would never otherwise be interested in, and Daijuu Yokai have been known to crawl into the beds of strangers to satisfy their need to be held. Heats can be as brief as a few hours, or as long as a few weeks, with varying levels of severity throughout. While most only occur once a year, you're free to utilize heats as a Severe Kizuna Effect at any time!

Discount Dildo Emporium Gion, Kyoto
Just in time for the month of love, a new shop has opened up in downtown Kyoto. The elderly owner of Iyarashii Ryuu, an infamous dildo shop in Tokyo's Shinjuku, has partnered up with an equally amorous young Kitsune to open up a sister store in Gion. And if the large painting on the wall is anything to go by, their relationship probably goes beyond business partners... that's one feisty old lady.

Iyarashii Ryuu specializes in every shape, size, and function of dildo one can imagine, but unlike the Tokyo branch, the Gion branch of Iyarashii Ryuu specializes in enchanted dildos. These dildos are capable of moving on their own, growing in size, changing in shape, and even glowing in the dark! Because why not.

However, these are still a very new product, so they're depending on customer feedback to improve the spells! As such, anyone willing to test out a prototype enchanted dildo will both be allowed to keep the prototype, as well as select from any finished dildos in the shop free of charge.

Of course, some may not realize what they're getting into when they agree to test a prototype. One is designed to change size on command, but contains a bug that may cause it to grow larger than intended, and even develop a distinct knot. Another is designed to allow the one wearing it as a strap on to feel sensations as if it were real, but has a bug that instead causes both partners to feel both sensations, resulting in an extreme case of over-stimulation. Another is designed to move independently like a fucking machine, but seems to lack a means of turning it off. And another glows in the dark so brightly that it can be seen from the outside. Which isn't necessarily a bug, but it sure is something worth seeing.

And hey, for all you natural-dildo-havers, they're also testing a line of condoms designed to do the same things, with the added security of safe sex practices. Very sexy! Just watch out for that size-changing one, though. Some have reported feelings of insecurity upon watching their dangle return to its smaller size.

Fickle Flower Petals

In the midst of everything happening this month, refugees will begin to hear rumors of strange symptoms popping up around Kyoto. Flowers growing out of people's hair, sprouting from the ground with every step they take, or even tumbling out of their mouth. It's only then that the people realize what's happened: those little flowers from before weren't entirely harmless. They're sprouts from a Hanahaki, a very rare ayakashi that possesses flowers, named for the curse it inflicts on those who inhale their pollen.

Thankfully, Hanahaki is treatable, and can even be cured without the need of a specialist. But until the sprouts wilt, those living in Kyoto will simply have to bear with the symptoms.

Post Secret Kyoto, Western Kingdom
In its mild form, Hanahaki causes flowers to grow from a person's hair. These flowers range in size and species, and can grow over the course of mere minutes or many days. Those affected will be encouraged to allow the flowers to wilt naturally, as plucking them may cause permanent bald patches.

While this form can seemingly effect anyone, those hiding secret feelings of love or desire may instead develop a form that causes flowers to bloom on every surface around them. Although certainly the most charming, it's also the most conspicuous, with tiny gardens building up around them whenever they stay in one place for too long.

The true extent of the curse will become obvious to anyone riding the trains, as the entire inside of each car has become blanketed in thick green foliage and flowers. Some may discover that the flowers can even sprout on the other side of walls, potentially filling their neighbor's apartment with unwanted greenery. And let's not even get into the personality types that cause a nuruname to bloom. Best stay away from those folks!

So what's the solution? Well, seeing as not everyone is open to the idea of sharing their thoughts and feelings openly, a workaround has been discovered. All around Tokyo, refugees will find small wooden plaques known as ema hanging in populated places. Those affected by the Hanahaki are encouraged to write anonymous confessions on the ema and hang them up where they can be seen. After enough people have seen their confession, the effects of the Hanahaki will begin to go away.

Just make sure you're not seen hanging a confession up, or it'll defeat the purpose of it being anonymous!

To submit play-made secrets for characters to see in Kyoto, please see this post!

Tell No Lies Kyoto, Western Kingdom | cw: This prompt contains Hanahaki-adjacent body horror.
With most cases manifesting as mild, some may be wondering why the curse is referred to as Hanahaki, meaning to spit flowers. In truth, the name is derived from the severe form of the curse: in which flowers begin growing internally.

The most common location is the throat, causing those affected to cough or hiccup flower petals throughout the day. But for those who are especially unlucky, they may grow down into the lungs, causing severe pain, a bloody cough, and trouble breathing. Due to the likelihood of choking in one's sleep, this form is considered the most dangerous.

This form of the curse manifests in those prone to frequently keeping secrets or telling lies, be it intentionally or as a result of being a rather private person. Much like the mild form, it can be treated naturally through open communication. However, the workaround used for the mild form will not work here. Only by opening up about themselves or the secrets they've been keeping will the flowers begin to wilt.

For those who are still opposed to the idea, a healer can forcefully remove the flowers with a spell. However, this method carries a 25% chance of losing whatever memories are tied to those secrets, ranging from the secrets themselves, to all memories of the people they wish to keep in the dark. Surely such a risk isn't worth it, right?

Party Time

Although the Emperor of the West has grown busy these last couple of months, far be it for him to forget his beloved Refugees during the month of love! And so, on the 25th, all refugees will be extended an invitation to an exclusive party in the Uji district of Kyoto.

Those who assisted in clearing it out earlier will be shocked to see the transformation the building has taken in just a few days, as bright and colorful décor can be found on every corner, and the scent of incense hanging in the air.

It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but it would be most rude to refuse an invitation from the Emperor himself, wouldn't it?

With a Bang! Uji, Kyoto
Taking place at one of his many private villas, refugees will be met with an extravagant affair, filled with Humans and Yokai alike. During the day, there's no shortage of musical entertainment and dancing, along with free food and drinks, and a large outdoor garden to relax in. But at night, the mood of the party shifts dramatically. After a full day of pheromones tickling their senses, and no shortage of uki to go around, it was time for the main event: an orgy to celebrate the season of love.

"Greetings and salutations, my dearest friends from another world! I am Katsuragi no Mikoto, emperor of the Western Kingdom, and on this day, I invite you all to enjoy the many pleasures our world has to offer! Please, those who are inclined, make merry! And rest assured, this is a safe place to indulge."

The main room of the villa itself is designed with an array of sliding doors that can become walls to quickly close off corners for an illusion of privacy, as well as private and secret rooms for those who desire it. In the upper floors, rooms filled with all sorts of enchanted toys and costumes can be found, in addition to a small outdoor bathing area. And in the basement, there's what can only be called a sex dungeon, filled with all sorts of restraints and gear for whatever one's heart desires.

Any guests who stick around for the orgy will be asked to select from a number of colorful kanzashi they'll pin into their hair to convey what they're looking for:

Pink: Platonic, non-sexual physical affection only.
Red: Bondage, restraints, and sadomasochism.
Yellow: Open to kink negotiation or discussion.
Orange: Toys, magic or supernatural powers during sex, transformations.
Green: Costumes and sexual role play.
Blue: Powerplay: light blue for submissive, dark blue for dominant.
Purple: Public use, anonymous sex, exhibitionism.
Gold: Open to anything and everything.
Silver: No physical contact, watching only.

Outside of the Purple and Gold ribbons, all kanzashi are imbued with a spell that will sound a loud alarm if they person wearing it is touched in a manner they didn't consent to, upon which the one who activated it may find themselves thrown into the cold waters of the pond in the garden out front. Refugees are free to take as few or as many kanzashi as they desire, or swap them out as the evening grows long.

Denouement Engagement Uji, Kyoto
The party lasts well into the next morning, with guests welcome to stay the night with whoever they happened to bond with the night before. A nearby bath house is open exclusively for party guests, which is for the best, given the nature of the festivities. There will be no walks of shame coming from the Emperor's villa!

But those who actually manage to stick around this long will have an opportunity to witness a rare event.

In the garden just outside the villa, Katsuragi can be found seated next to a young man who some will recognize as Karu, the emperor of the East. The former is once more clean and dressed in his finest regalia, while the Eastern emperor appears in more subdued colors, a parasol in hand in some attempt to hide himself. Perhaps most would be giving them some space, but those who sneak closer will be able to overhear their conversation. Katsuragi speaks of uniting the two kingdoms, and supporting Karu as the face of the Emperor, so he may focus on his "continuing recovery". For his part, Karu is almost completely silent, though it doesn't seem to impede on their conversation.

But one doesn't need to be eavesdropping to realize what's happening when Katsuragi gets down on one knee and gently takes Karu's hand into his own, prompting the latter to drop the parasol in shock.

What happens next, unfortunately, is just between the two of them. A snap of his fingers, and both Katsuragi and Karu vanish in the blink of an eye. Did he notice they was being watched? Or was he intentionally letting them see that much?

OOC Notes
Welcome to Jikan's May event! Please direct any questions to the Question Thread in the OOC Plotting post.

• As with all Kizuna effects, you are free to opt out of any of the KSJ effects as well, or simply utilize the ones you are interested in. A Daijuu yokai could simply desire being held, with no sexual or breeding-related connotations, for example. Likewise, as this is inspired A/B/O tropes, you are welcome to use Kizuna as an excuse to utilize any additional tropes not included in KSJ.

• Feel free to mix the effects of the prototype enchanted dildos to include multiple effects at once, or create your own magical effects! With magic, the only limit is your imagination!

• Although not necessary, Japanese does have it's own language of flowers if you would like the flowers your character sprouts/spits up to have greater symbolism. A wider list of plant symbolism can also be found here!

• Hanahaki can produce native plants to Nippon, but cannot produce plant-like Ayakashi. So they can grow Uki in their hair, but cannot cough out a Higanbana.

• In case you missed it, the post for submitting IC secrets is over here!

• Players are welcome to handwave their character sleeping with the Western Emperor himself at the orgy, but don't expect him to remember their name the next day. The Eastern Emperor will not be present until the next day.

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Sawyer rocks back into Bishop again and again. His body eager and desperate for him, not even realizing he wants his knot again, that he needs to be filled to the limit with his mate’s knot, with his come. He feels that desire to be filled with Bishop’s pups as he thrusts back onto the others cock. He whimpers at the way he’s told he’s good again. He’s desperate for that too.

He’s breathless and aching and the bites seem to draw attention to the one that had broken skin. He arches some, his little cock leaking again and so sensitive when it rubs against the pillow.

“Yours. I’m yours. All yours,” he moans.

Sawyer has no idea how powerful those words are. What they unlock and what they tie down.

All Bishop can focus on is the scent of his mate. The arousal is so thick in the room that he can’t even think straight. He meets the others movements and bucks harder into them the closer they get to that peak.

He won’t share him. Not like this. It didn’t matter what was going on he was not going to let someone else have Sawyer this way.

Sawyers moaning, words incoherent but saying he’s bishops, begging all mixed in together. He moves back faster, desperate. He has no idea what he’s gotten himself into at all.

“Bishop, alpha,” he cries out loudly as he rocks back into his length, pushing him deep and then he falls over the edge again, coming hard and his vision whiting out.

For not having any idea, Sawyers instincts seem to be right on the dot. That one word, title, pleases something inside of him more than he ever wanted to admit. Alpha wasn’t something he focused on. It was just a title and he tried not to be a cliche but he almost melts hearing Sawyer say it.

Why did he say it? Bishop never needed him to acknowledge the wolf and thus far he’s never highlighted that. But now?

With every fiber of his being, he can feel that connection. The way their bodies move, the way they push and pull. React. His mouth kisses over the bite, almost affectionately which contrasts with everything else going on.

’Omega…
Mate…
Mine…’

Sawyer's grasps at the bed as he rides out his orgasm, his body still tightening around the other as the movements don't stop. He's fucked through his orgasm and he's drooling he's sure, tears falling from his eyes just from the intensity of how good it feels, the intensity of what they'd just done, the changes he's not realizing happened between them or that were about to happen to his body.

His movements get slower, exhausted and so sensitive after coming again, the other's cock still hard inside of him, still taking him and he was still intent on giving Bishop anything he asked for. He was his, Sawyer didn't even mind the idea that he belonged to Bishop. Bishop would take care of him, make him safe. He feels safe and warm, hot.

"Alpha, please..." he whimpers, rocking back a little and his body craving being knotted again, needing more. "Fill me with your pups, please," he would be embarrassed at the things he's saying later. He also would be shocked at the literal nature of them too.

The words should sound foreign since Sawyer didn’t start off as a wolf but they don’t. He shudders, pleasure still coursing through his body but it isn’t enough.

Bishop draws back, slipping free so he can roll Sawyer over. He ducks in to kiss him and rearranged him he others limbs so he can keep him close and slip back inside of him. It’s so easy at this point but the moment he’s back inside, rocking idly into him he rumbles into the kiss and feels it. What Sawyer wants.

He stares down into the others face and pants against his mouth, “love you…” Even in the haze he knows that. Knows it’s true.

Sawyer whimpers when the other slips out of him, his hole twitching, tightening and trying to pull him back in. "Please," he begs softly, feeling empty for far too long even though it doesn't take Bishop long to manhandle him over, pressing close and then back inside of him. He reaches up to grasp the other's arms when he's back inside. He kisses him hungrily, messily and not yet noticing the fact that his back is pressed into the mess he's made of the pillow and bed beneath them.

"Ah," he gasps as the other rocks inside of him, as he feels him getting bigger, the way he catches at the sensitive rim now. He trembles beneath bishop and the words feel clear even in all the haze of heat and lust and need. He's already been crying, his face a mess of tears and drool -- he'll be mortified if he remembers how messy he was later. He feels fresh tears and hugs tighter to the other.

The words don't come out in return just Sawyer clinging to Bishop. For the moment at least he's not comparing himself to the other Sawyer, thinking himself a replacement for him.

The mess can wait. It was bound to just get messier, anyway. Especially with how much interest the little body below him seemed to have.

Sawyer doesn’t have to say it back. It doesn’t matter if he returns the sentiment or not, it wouldn’t change Bishop. He licks at the corner of the others mouth and tastes the salt of tears and sweat. Everything blends together in a combination of too much and not enough but eventually he finds himself trembling, forehead pressed to the others as he’s overcome with too much. He comes so hard, and so messy that he doesn’t even want to look. That would be embarrassing, right? Maybe.

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Sawyer nearly feels like he could come again as the other fills him with his come. He holds tightly to him as their foreheads press together. His breathing is ragged and his body tightening, milking around the other's cock. His entire body is shaking, thighs trembling on either side of the other's hips.

Everything is so tender and oversensitive and yet he still couldn't get enough, clinging to him, his mind focused on how full he is with the other's seed, with the way the other has knotted him -- though he still doesn't have a word for that fullness the other is giving him.

"Bishop," he mewls softly, fingers digging into his back as he holds on tightly to him.

“Hm..?”

It’s all he can really muster that that moment. His nose is softly brushing against the others as he catches his breath and tries not to move.

Moving feels dangerous.

Sawyer doesn't know exactly what he wants to say as he holds him close. The fog of the heat is fading a bit at least for the moment. He's becoming hyper aware of the mess, of some of the things he'd said, done. He feels the throbbing from the bite that had broken skin.

He shivers, tightening his hold on the other. He doesn't want him to move yet, doesn't want to feel empty yet.

"Mm..." he exhales unable to find any words yet.

No real answer comes and Bishop chooses to press little warm kisses to his mouth instead. The room smells so much of sex that it has his brain tingling but he doesn’t want to let go of Sawyer.

However, he’s come back enough to remember the fact that Sawyer doesn’t like messes and they both were…very messy at this point.

He’s still for a while longer but soon enough he cradled Sawyer to him and manages to climb off of the bed without breaking the connected. One arm loops around his waist and the other buries his hand in his hair on the way to the shower.

Sawyer whimpers and holds tighter when Bishop starts to move at first. He doesn't want him to go away, doesn't want to have him pull out. He presses his lips to the other's a bit desperately before he realizes he's not pulling away. He swallows and buries his face in the other's shoulders as he's carried like he weighs nothing by Bishop.

He locks his legs around him, arms holding tight even though the other is able to hold him securely it's just instinct.

"Mm...I..." he struggles, searching for what he wants to say through the fog in his mind.

"You're so big."

That's not what he meant to say.

That startles a chuckle out of him, but Bishop presses a kiss to his temple and flips on the water once they’re locked in the bathroom.

“…the knot does that, yeah…,” he pulls back enough to try and see Sawyers face, “did I hurt you…?”

Sawyer flushes at the chuckle but he's happy to feel the kiss on his temple and even as the other's turning on the water he's still holding tight to him.

"Knot... is that... what it's called?" Sawyer blushes more, his face burning despite everything they'd just done and all the embarrassing things he'd said talking about this still flusters him. He meets the other's eyes and he shakes his head.

"No," he says and one of his hands goes to touch the broken skin where the other had bit him. "This... a little," he admits. "But it's okay."

“Yeah. I’ve…been careful to not do that all the times before this…” he admits and absently tests the water a few times, making adjustments before stepping inside.

His eyes go to the bite and he hesitates. He isn’t really sure why but now that their brains seem to be working again for the most part he’s worried that he made a mistake.

“…it won’t once you change and it heals,” he says slowly. Bishop brings his wet hand up and smoothes some of the bloody smear away, “I’ll clean and bandage it once we’re done.”

"Oh... it... feels good," Sawyer says softly but maybe before it might have hurt but he'd been so aroused, his body had been so strangely slick -- something he still doesn't understand happening. There's so much he doesn't understand. Including what comes up next.

His fingers linger on the spot until the other reaches to touch it himself, biting his lip as he looks at him.

"Once I change...?" he blinks, trying to get the fog of the last couple of hours to clear to get better memories of everything that had occurred but so much didn't even really sink in.

“The way you are right now, yeah, it does. But before, you would have hated it probably.”

Only because he was so petite.

Bishop hesitates again before he meets the others eyes, “My bite will change you into a wolf like me. Just made, not born.” He searches his face and moves his hand to wash away the dried tears and the drool.

Sawyer makes a quiet noise not sure if he agrees or not. All he knows now is how good it feels and how much his body had craved it. He closes his eyes as the other starts cleaning his face, feeling grateful between the spray of water and Bishop’s gentle touch cleaning away the mess.

Sawyer opens his eyes to look at bishop, trying to process the information. He’d be a wolf… like Bishop? Like Bishop’s sawyer? His heart rate picks up and he feels a mix of excitement and fear.

“How does that happen…?”

The fear scent catches his attention and Bishops head tilts as he cradled the others cheek, “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

As for Sawyers question, he chews the inside of his cheek, “it’ll hurt at first. Your body will go through cellular changes. I never wanted to change anyone because of that but…it’ll make you stronger. You’ll heal faster. You’ll be able to shift… you’ll…” he glances down between them briefly, “be able to do that…”

Sawyer nuzzles into the others hand, he still feels a lot of apprehension but he tries to relax as Bishop explains. But even knowing that bishop will take care of him he can’t help be afraid.

“Oh,” he exhales a little heavily as he holds tight to Bishop. “Do what?” He asks maybe a little dumbly but this is a lot and he’s overwhelmed and starting to get tired. He wonders how long before it starts to hurt… he isn’t sure what being a wolf really means.

It’s then that Bishop finally chooses to pull out of him completely and gently set him down onto his own two feet.

“You’ll get slick when you’re aroused and I won’t be able to say no to you,” he says. It’s a simplified answer but he’s currently using what’s left of his brain to clean them up now that he can grab the soap and get a lather going.

Sawyer whines when the other pulls out, his body feeling empty and more stretched out than he's ever been. It's almost uncomfortable without anything inside. He shifts from foot to foot once he's set down and he still keeps pressed close to Bishop, needing his touch.

He's still overstimulated physically and mentally but he knows that his body had acted differently just now and he kind of gets what he means.

"You won't be able to say no...?" Sawyer frowns a bit and he lets Bishop take care of cleaning them up. It's taking all his concentration to stay on his feet and not just sit on the floor of the shower currently.

Bishop reaches to lock Sawyers arms around him and sets to washing him first. He cleans him quickly and thoroughly knowing that if he isn’t careful it’ll set off another round between the both of them.

“Mm-Mm…” he noses Sawyers hair, “if you want me, I’d stop everything to give you what you want.”

Sawyer blinks as his arms are set around the other but he doesn't complain and he lets the other work. It feels nice but he doesn't think about it too much, he doesn't want to get all heated again just yet, he really wants to lay down and sleep.

He swallows a little and the power of that is a little scary to him. "And.. you're okay with that?"

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