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THE SLUT VIRUS

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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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.

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.

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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