THE SLUT VIRUS

[loveskulls]

It began outside the city, at nightfall... as these things usually do. The afflicted succumbed to the virus, and began to move from farm house to farm house, gathering strength in numbers. Moving toward larger population centers, craving to spread itself further and further and further…

News only barely manages to outpace the lumbering horde. Locals shout in panicked tones about ‘the sluts’ and begin running for shelter. Some opt to take their chances at home; others run toward the castle, hoping to seek sanctuary with the Mistress. Those with a cooler head on their shoulders do their best to convince you to hide somewhere until dawn.

What do you do?

HIDE IN THE VILLAGE + HIDE IN THE CASTLE + CONFRONT THE HORDE

[OOC: IF YOU ARE AFFLICTED... The slut virus is non-fatal and temporary; it will affect your character until they've completely exhausted themselves. You also still have awareness of all your behavior afterward and can even try to fight it off, but it's very strong and inevitably you will Slut Out. If it's any comfort, your character will find a lot of NPCs affected by it claiming they don't remember anything, giving you an equal out. It's too embarrassing, even to Oglafers.]

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HIDE IN THE VILLAGE

[loveskulls]

The streets empty as people hide in their homes and businesses. Stalls have been nearly abandoned—merchants linger secure their wares (“So they don’t try to fuck my produce,” to quoth a farmer), but once they have everything under lock and key, they are gone. And a friendly stranger may encourage you (and a close friend or two, if you were traveling together) to come hide in their home and/or place of business. After all, no one wants to become a capital-s ‘Slut.’

If the Sluts think they know where you’re hiding, they’ll surround the building, moaning and pawing and grinding, breasts pressed against the glass where applicable. If they make visual contact, they will become Relentless in trying to break in. As the horde presses on and new Sluts encounter one another, little orgies and gangbangs break out. It’s a lot of very urgent vanilla sex with needy moaning and absolutely no shame whatsoever, accompanied by dirty talk and eager depravity. When they finish, they do seem tired and depleted, but continue on their relentless march for fresh meat and fresh acts.

HIDE IN THE CASTLE

[loveskulls]

From a balcony overlooking the main entryway to the castle, the Mistress is annoyed. “The Sluts are too close to risk opening the gate for all of you! I don’t care where you hide, but you’re not coming in!”
There’s a clamor of panicked protest, but the Mistress gestures and a few warning arrows are fired overhead. The crowd screams and panics, some trying harder to get in and others running to find a hiding place. Amid the yelling, a few phrases can be heard coherently. “I have to go to work tomorrow! I have a family to feed!” and then “Do you know how much money I make as a professional virgin!?” followed by “Let me in! I’m too important to be debased by blind unchecked lust! What if I fuck someone gross?!”

The Mistress groans in disgust and walks back inside. Whether you witnessed this from below or inside all depends on if you got to the castle before she closed the inner gates. The Guards take pity and try to close the outer gates. But they don’t make it in time- the Sluts are here.

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[crimsonlight]

[Aaaand Yenh is among the Sluts invading the castle grounds. That's what happens when you try to run on medieval rooftops wearing heeled boots and don't have your magical powers to give you extra cool moves: eventually, you slip and fall and someone helps you up but they're infected and they smooch you. Every time, without fail.]

[So now the momentum of the horde has brought her here, too. She tried to resist and even still finds moments of clarity enough to tell herself This is incredibly stupid, but she cannot help but lapse as the fever and the heat overtake her again. It's a whole-body ache for release unlike she's ever known before, and it is one only temporarily fed by the indiscriminate acts she found herself participating in.]

[Barely clad in anything at all at this point, she pushes herself to focus on finding familiar faces to help—through the virus is having a great time messing with her ideas of what proper "help" would look like.]

[And if help isn't available on the ground? She starts scaling castle wall.]

[braveatheart]

[Oh, that's... someone climbing up the wall. James watches over the top of the fortifications in baffled amazement at the sheer skill behind it, taking a moment out of the general panic around him to almost admire what he's seeing.

But wait.

This is probably not good.

He can't touch her because then he'll be infected. He can't run because... Gryffindors don't run she might get in and he could be held accountable. James looks around for something - anything - he could use to fend her off (not knock her off the wall, he's not interested in killing people) and comes up with a sturdy-looking stick as Yenh finally reaches the top.]

Oh, bollocks. [James mutters, backing up slightly.] Look, just... go the other way, alright?

[crimsonlight]

[ Maybe he can help, her brain registers amid the chaos of lust and urgency beating like a drumbeat through her body. But, no, not in a good decent way. She struggles against it, striving for anything but indecency. She wonders what will win out first: dehydration or chafing. ]

Don’t let me get close to you. [ She says this but her feet are bringing her closer, and a hand is cupping one of her pert little breasts to almost-absently play her fingers across the sensitive, already-much-pleasured flesh. Catching herself, she forces herself to stop. ]

Fight or flee; I don’t wish to overpower you. [ She is a mage, but still, she has enough lean muscle from swinging an enchanted blade around and from jumping around doing Cool Stunts that she wants to take no chances. Her legs quiver and her tail is lashing. Her scars ripple dark and mostly small despite being strikingly numerous—save one long thin one across her belly. ] Please.

[braveatheart]

[He's certainly trying not to let her get close, but she's moving he is stepping back but he's going to run out of room to step back eventually. He follows the movement of her hand without thinking and--

Merlin, this isn't good.]

You could try. [The words - bravado - come out without thought even as he continues to edge away from her. The noise at the foot of the wall is a distraction and a warning all at once, of what might await him should she catch up with him, but one look at her tells him that despite his years of quidditch she could easily outpace him on foot.

He does turn, and he does run, but the door down from the wall proves more difficult to open than it was when he stepped up here and he's sure it's doing it on purpose.]

Come on-- come on, just open already--...

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[ignisvulpes]

[As an esteemed apprentice - or, well... an apprentice, at any rate - Kaphlar has the unique privilege of already being safely within the castle's inner gates, which is the only upside he has ever found to three straight hours of polishing knobs. He did consider sneaking out for a brief moment - because fundamentally, he can't see much difference between a "slut virus" and a good orgy - but in the end, he decided against it. He has standards, after all, and...

... Well, never mind the other reason. It doesn't matter. It matters so little, in fact, that Kaph has now chosen to forcibly drive the thought away by bantering with a random guard nearby.]

These people, am I right? [He nudges the guard with an amused grin.] They spend their entire lives in Slutsville and then they turn around and start crying about how much they don't want to fuck! I'd like to see them spend a day anywhere else, see how long it takes until they start begging to see a titty.

[The guard doesn't seem to acknowledge him - for the most part, he's just... vibrating - but Kaph continues regardless.]

Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm just talking about the little people out there, not the Mistress or any of her esteemed guards. I get it, you guys just have better things to do - or people, heh, you know what I mean...

[Slowly, the guard turns and gives him a feverish look.

Kaphlar glances down for no particular reason other than that he has just suddenly remembered how clichés work.

Ayup, that's a boner. Ayup, that's an outstretched arm reaching for him--]

Wellllllll fuckity-bye!

[And that's his cue to run the hell off. But where CAN he go? And should he like... tell someone the virus is already inside the castle? Eh.]

[shieldofrohan]

[Where he can go is, apparently, headlong into Éowyn.]

[She looks the worse for wear. Her shield is gone, her hair tangled, bruises starting along her arms. Her cloak is torn to tatters, and while she's still wearing her armour, it's been pulled out of place: she's not quite as indecent as some of the people around here, but that's definitely more than a hint of nipple.]

[There's also something unsettling in her expression: a different kind of wildness, an emptiness behind it. She could just be in high temper from her work outside the walls, but she isn't. Of course she isn't.]

[If you're thinking at all straight, Kaphlar, now might be the time to pick a different direction to run in. Quickly, because she has long, strong arms, and they're already reaching to pull you in.]

[ignisvulpes]

[Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, how long has the virus actually been in here? And why does it have to be so goddamned liberal about who it infects??

Because he hesitates, you see - he skids to a halt, and he doesn't turn immediately because it occurs to him that, in other circumstances, he would take advantage of the situation, no questions asked, and find some way to lord it over Éowyn afterwards.

But this virus doesn't work the way he wants it to. If he got infected, then who's to say he wouldn't...

Run. He needs to run. To the left.]

[shieldofrohan]

[The virus affects plenty of things - her pride, her sense of self, her dress. One thing it doesn't seem to affect too badly, though, is her reflexes.]

[She lunges after him, in a kind of rugby-tackle, moaning low and breathy in the back of her throat.]

...Stay. Stay, let me... unh!

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[blackdogstar]

[Sirius isn't trying to hide in the Castle so much as he was already there, and absolutely still on house arrest. The Mistress has found new and creative ways every time he pisses her off, which is often, to keep him from sneaking out. She's way better at this than his parents ever were, bugger it all.

Still, he at least manages to get up onto the balustrade to look down at the fun.]

Man, but why are we so dead set on keeping them out? This seems like the kind of thing that should start a party, not a panic!

[Guess who is bad at picking up on more subtle social intricacies and clues? This guy. One of the guards nearby snorts and comments that if he likes the looks of it so much why doesn't he join them? It'd save them all a lot of pain...

Then, with a look of gleeful realization, the guard gets an idea.

And THIS-IS-SPARTA-kicks Sirius right off the castle walls into the undulating horde, where he is immediately relieved of his clothing and pulled into an embarrassingly sloppy kiss with someone he's never seen before in his life. And just like that, the virus is spread.]

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh had seen him fall, and instinct seizes as she shambles toward him. What she wants to do is to make sure he's safe, to get him clear of all this, to help him run—]

[But she, too, has fallen victim to the virus. So instead of protecting Sirius in the usual ways she might, the best she can do is pull a Slut off of him in favor of replacing herself, skin to skin against his chest and belly.]

[Already nude but for her shoes and apparently a tacky necklace she found somewhere, there is no preamble as she begins grinding into him.]

Sirius-! Gods- stay with me as long as you can bear to- [She strains to speak past a moan, while also trying to say something more meaningful than "fuck me."] -though I expect you to ram yourself into me.

[She tried.]

[blackdogstar]

[She may be relieved to know he is quite unharmed, other than having his poor clothes unceremoniously ripped off. The person he landed on may be another matter, but they've squirmed free and seem to be happily getting busy with another Slut in the horde so they're probably fine.

There's a moment of genuine, friendly relief on his face when he sees Yenh before the haze of the virus has him well in its grip again.]

Heyyyyyyy, Yenh.

[He trails away into a happy hum at the contact of skin, warm and tingling, and his hands are immediately on her back, keeping her there, and giving little friendly rubs. They get even friendlier when she grinds down into him, and his back arches as his whole body alights to attention. Yes, this is exactly what needs to happen right now.

He laughs, a husky chuckle, latching his mouth onto her neck as his hands slide down to her hips to get a little more control over that situation. He will give her what she wants- and what he wants- but first he's going to be a little shit and tease. One hand moves down between them so he can roll his palm against her for more precise friction than her grinding was getting her.]

[crimsonlight]

[Already sensitive from previous encounters, the sudden pressure of his hand is a godsend as much as it is a horrible tease. She is desperate, insistent, as she locks her arms together around him and thrusts against the palm.]

Don't deny me what I need...! [And never being a woman of only word, Yenh slings one leg around Sirius' arse, giving him the pointed counterargument that he could move his hand and not even bother with sitting or kneeling.]

[moonshined]

[So, Remus has been having a weird month. He 69d a newt man, turned into a sheep, and then turned back into a human all over again and had to learn how to walk, which took a surprisingly long amount of time considering he'd been doing it for about seventeen years of his life.

And of course, he's not so fortunate as to avoid the impending slut horde, but he's loosened up enough that he's sort of just...learning to go with it, unless it's something that will quite obviously lead to his untimely death. This? Doesn't seem like it'll lead to death. It seems like it might lead to fun.

When he runs into Sirius in the crowd, he's been likewise stripped down naked and is covered in an astonishing amount of lipstick marks and love bites. And despite the fog of the virus spreading through his body like a fever, his eyes still go wide at the sight of Sirius.]

Pads? You're alive, holy hell!

[Pads is alive, yes, Remus, and you have a very large erection.]

[blackdogstar]

[Sirius has mostly spend the last month in and out of punishments of all kinds. He's getting real damn sick of the Mistress' sense of humor, but all of that frustration is leaving him in happy waves now. He's a little blisscloud of Sirius.

Not enough to not brighten up just as much when he sees Remus.]

Moony! Oh hell you're a sight for sore eyes!

[He crawls over toward him as he takes in the sight. What a fucking sight. He's magnificently naked, scars and all, and seems so comfortable? Way to go, you big slut! Sirius is so proud of you! He grins lasciviously.]

You're alive too, buddy.

[He sure is reaching right for that erection, yep.]

[moonshined]

[His own face is equally pleased to see Sirius; besides all of his worry about him as of late, he's...well, he's missed him. An awful lot. And right now, he's very, very glad that he's here, and they're both naked, and—

Remus lets out a choked moan, feeling Sirius's hand wrap around his cock.]

Right. Well—sluts, you know. God, I've missed you.

[He's just going to. Pull Sirius up so he's practically sprawled on top of him. That's fine.]

hella

[braveatheart]

[James, also already in the castle but well-behaved enough to avoid being grounded, joins Sirius on the balustrade in short order and looks down as well, following his friend's gaze.]

Don't know, Pads. Something, something about consent, something.

[He makes a face, and is so distracted in watching the slut-hoard below that he doesn't see the guard sidling up. James yelps, almost going over as well in his effort to catch his friend before he falls, and fixes the guard with a furious look in the moment following.]

What the hell do you think you're--?

[James doesn't get much further than that. The guard, no doubt buoyed by the success of his first sacrifice to the hoard, gives James a hard push over the edge.

He... tries to fight. Honestly, he does, but the feverish hands of a dozen horny sluts isn't something that one lone man can fend off. By the time he stumbles across Sirius again his glasses are askew, his hair is even messier than usual, and he's lost... most of his clothes.]

Oh, thank Merlin, you're still alive.

[Priorities. Never mind the fact that his entire body feels like it's on fire.]

[blackdogstar]

['Well-behaved' that's cute, James. Give it time, you'll get caught.

Sirius doesn't get his chance to make a comeback, though, because he's already falling into the horde, already being crawled over and groped and- licked?

By the time James finds him again, Sirius has the tatters of his shirt hanging off his shoulders, his boxers are open in front, and his hair is a frightening fluffy mess of sex head. He grins toothily at James.]

Sure bloody am! And you're a sight for sore eyes! Jump in after me?

[shieldofrohan]

[Éowyn cries out when she sees him fall, even without recognising him, and pushes towards him. She's managed to keep herself uninfected so far, although she's more than a bit dishevelled: her aim is still very much to keep the mob back and to keep others safe as long as she can.]

[Which, however hopeless, means trying to help him. A few moments after he lands, she reaches him, striking out around her with her shield and the pommel of her sword, trying to hold back the masses without hurting them too much.]

[Her hand closes around his wrist, and she tries to pull him from the mass of infected sluts.]

Are you hurt? The fall, did it injure you?

CONFRONT THE HORDE

[loveskulls]

The horde numbers in the hundreds. They aren’t zombies, though—no, they’re fully alive. Very, very alive, and able to vocalize through dirty talk. The shambling and ripped clothing they wear, the hungry moaning and growling with every other breath… The slut virus drives them for more and more new flesh to fondle.

A poor fool from out of town has mistaken this for an extension of the harvest festival. Taken in by sluts begging for cock, he waded in close to a slut who was in the process of a strip tease, and was quickly overwhelmed. He seems to have his wits about him long enough, until one Slut leans in for a french kiss, and-

The virus is transmitted. A new Slut is born.

The newly-minted slut and his new friends have a nice time while the rest press on.

They’re coming from all around the Kingdom, in too many directions for one person to defend. Plus, they’re just human beings, and they don’t actually seem interested in hurting anyone. Just, having a shitload of urgent needy sex with as many new people as they possibly can.

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[crimsonlight]

[In true form, Yenh refused numerous invitations to safety in favor of holding back the horde of Sluts as much as possible. Easier said than done, since she has none of her helpful magic that could Tether these people in place, and weapons are right out of the question.]

[Instead, she has turned to climbing on rooftops (possibly of someone's hiding place, she isn't checking) and trying to buy time for those fleeing to shelter by getting their attention.]

Excuse me, everyone! Up here! [She waves at some of the sluts, and then turns and wiggles her arse and tail at them. Mind you, she's still fully clothed, so once the sluts figure out she isn't going to change that, they keep moving.]

[Yenh takes to scrambling across rooftops and darting through alleyways, getting progressively more desperate to slow them down. Especially, maybe, if she happens to spot someone in trouble.]

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[shieldofrohan]

[Anyone who thought Eowyn would run or hide has clearly never met her. But it's frustrating, to her mind, that the first real test of her guarding is with those she wishes no harm.]

[She's using her shield cautiously, not to hit but to push back against the mob, as she tries to marshal panicking locals towards the castle. It seems like the best place - high walls and gates to lock.]

[It's hard to manhandle a mob who really want to be manhandled, though, paradoxically. She expects people she's fighting to push her away, not try to pull her in for a kiss. Or grab her breasts, which has happened several times now.]

[She's dishevelled, tired, trying not to touch them more than she has to lest the infection can pass that way. In other words, she's losing ground. Eventually, inevitably, she'll fall and either be infected or need saving herself. For now, she's just raising her voice to be heard over the din, gesturing over the top of her shield.]

To me! To me, if you seek solace!

[ignisvulpes]

[If it weren't for the sheer chaos of the scene, a head of green hair would probably stand out among the mob. But even so, it wouldn't be entirely clear whether Kaphlar is part of it or trying to sneak away.

The truth is that he's trying to use whatever remains of his dignity and good sense to avoid being caught in a compromising position - a compromising position that, make no mistake, he feels increasingly compelled to jump into. There are no real ugly people in the mob. Sure, some may be dirtier than others - in the hygienic sense of the term - but women and men alike are making his heart race. Just like in that tent...

But the last of his strength is dedicated to shaking that thought away. When he hears Éowyn's voice, he doesn't care whether she's holding her own or doing something like what he's doing. He makes a beeline for her, panting and sweaty and with his robes starting to slip off of a shoulder.]

You called?

[shieldofrohan]

[Éowyn snorts when she sees him, disdain in her expression - but in fairness, when she sees one of the horde snatch for him, she pulls him back out of the way, albeit roughly and by the collar of his robes.]

[Raising her shield, she steps between him and the woman reaching for him, shoving the slut back into her fellow infected.]

The castle threatens to close its gates against us. If I were you, I would run.