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It wasn’t your first time at the city’s Reveries, the adult amusement park that catered to salacious fantasies. Where one could indulge in a range of raunchy interactions with other park-goers, from public dalliances with companions to casual fucks with strangers to literal orgies. 

It wasn’t simply an open space to fuck, either. There were fake grocery stores and boutiques with padded fitting rooms; furnished houses with running water; fake office buildings with plenty of supply closets and elevators; beaches and forests and more. Any fantasy one had, Reveries could cater to it. 

Further, the whole place was enchanted with contraceptive charms and sorcery to ensure health and safety. Not to mention a strict adherence to safety phrases. In this city, Reveries chose the simple red light, yellow light, and green light method. Red for stop; yellow for slow down; and green for go. 

However, Reveries had a darker side, which was where you found yourself now. Dark Reveries, as it was aptly named, provided a safe and secure place for patrons to enjoy harsher fantasies. Consensual non-consent dressed up an array of scenes: medieval trappings or easily abused power dynamics at work or even something with a science fiction flavor. 

In order to even enter Dark Reveries, patrons had to sit through a class on basic safety. Reaffirming the usage of safe words, explaining the different kinds of play available - including implements from whips to knives to ropes and more - and understanding one’s limits.

Further, Dark Reveries provided partners for patrons, rather than allowing patrons to dally with one another like in their ‘lighter’ side. Employees of Dark Reveries were trained in the scenes, skilled enough to act out roles, but were aware how to monitor their playmates safety and health. Patron-on-patron play could come about, but it was rarer in Dark Reveries. If only due to liability.

After verifying your identity at the gates of Dark Reveries, you stepped into the home of illicit fantasy. Thankfully, it wasn’t excessively busy. Which was exactly your reason for choosing a Sunday evening. Fewer people indulged in Reveries and Dark Reveries on a Sunday. According to your research, with work or college the next day - or perhaps for religious reasons - fewer people attended the tawdry funzone.

Although, there still seemed to be plenty of other parkgoers, in spite of your carefully chosen timeframe. You tried to ignore the nervousness that realization made. It was fine. Everyone was here for the same thing, after all. Who was going to judge you? Even if you ran into a co-worker, they were literally in the same place as you!

Instead, you took in the layout of the place. It was a lot like a conventional amusement park, except it was mostly attractions rather than rides lining the path. Well, depending on how you defined rides, you decided with a little amused smile. Glancing up at the darkened sky, you could faintly see the faint shimmer of a protective spell, meant to shield patrons from above-head viewers such as those in flight or camera-carrying drones.

Continuing your  way along the path, glanced at the ‘scenes’ available or active. Some fantasies were more fully on display than others, entwining public sex with whatever darker fantasy was being played out. 

There were sets depicting alleyways or storefronts with large street-facing windows. There was even an area that looked like a quaint neighborhood. From those areas, salacious sounds could be heard. Moans and groans, the snap of whips, howls of delight, play-acting screams of dissent.

Worrying at your bottom lip, you tried to ignore the anxiousness-delighted buzz those particular noises made in your lower stomach. You could only imagine the ruckus on a busier day.

Other fantasies took place within buildings, honoring patrons' desires to play without being watched by interlopers. Possibly adding to a particular element, such as the scene being a sneaky abuse of power. Or something fantastical, like on a stranded spaceship set with only a tentacley stowaway for company. That was another attraction in the pamphlet, you recalled.

Those kinds of fantasies merely had the name of the attraction plastered on the side of the building. Glimpsing over the names, you attempted to remember what sort of scenes went on there. 

The Hospital, where patients could be subjected to a doctor’s or nurse’s whims, whether that was somnophilia, bondage, needle play, or more.

The Workplace, where bosses and employees also explored power dynamics, plus blackmail or coercion or humiliation. 

The Hotel, the Space Station, the Stranded Spaceship, the Pirate Ship, the Enemy Castle, the Caves, the Nowhere, the Labyrinth, and more. There were simply so many options, so many possibilities, it made You squirm.

The only one that was different was the Subway, which was an actual train that rolled on a path around Dark Reverie, usually traveling within tunnels. The stops, to let on or let off patrons, were open. You knew from reading the pamphlet there were separate sections on the train for playing patrons - those enacting a scene with employees - and those who either wished to view or not view the show.

Over the years, you had heard all about Dark Reveries from your friends over the years. Well, when you had friends. Mostly when you were just breaching adulthood in college. To think, that was over fifteen years ago. You shook her head, dislodging the thought. 

There was no point dwelling on the past. Tonight was about you. About what you wanted. It had taken years to get the nerve to try Dark Reveries and, tonight, you were there. 

And ready to be dicked down by many non-human cocks, digits, tongues, and whatever else they could penetrate with.

A conflicting sense of excitement and apprehension shot through you, at that thought. At the back of your head, your ex’s faint insults started to bubble forth. Brusquely, you shook your head, trying to dislodge the thought of him entirely. You didn’t want to think about Henry at a time like this. Absolutely not. This was a night for your sexual exploration.

That was easier said than done as Henry’s voice increased in your thoughts. At your sides, your hands curled into fists, lips pressing tight. It was so unfair, being haunted by your ex’s words after you both had cut ties.

“Hey, you doing okay?” 

You jerked back to the here-and-now, attention wheeling to the stranger who had spoken. 

They were a hulking beast of a person, taller than you by a head and a half. Their large ears, reminiscent of bat ears, made them seem all the bigger. Their sweatshirt didn’t help slim down their largeness, but their jeans certainly fit well to their muscular thighs and calves. 

Sepia brown skin flecked with white freckles. Their strawberry blonde hair hung to their shoulders, a goatee on their chin. Their hair shade matched the fur that sprouted down the back of their neck and - from You could see - along the back of their shoulders. 

Their eyes matched the golden rings, lining the shell of their ear in rows of three. A dark, almost dog-like, nose pressed squat to their face. Faintly, she realized they had tusks like an orc, though smaller and rather blunt.

Though they reminded her of a cross between a werewolf and an orc, you soon realized they were a bugbear.

When you made no move to speak, just staring wide-eyed and not answering, they cocked their head to the side. The movement made the rings in their ears sway. With hand motions you recognized as sign language, they tried again. This time with both speech and sign with their massive hands. “Are you hearing-impaired? I can sign. Are you feeling okay?” 

You didn’t realize you were clutching your hands to your chest, until you felt your hands move. Your hands almost moved to your ears, to illustrate your words, but you stopped yourself. It would give the wrong impression. 

Instead, your attention shifted to the stranger’s furry hands, staring at their black blunt nails. “I can hear. Can’t… um, can’t sign, regrettably.” 

“Oh, are you alright?” They asked again, concern pinching a furrow between their bushy eyebrows. “You look uneasy.” 

“I-I’m just a bit nervous.” You forced yourself to look into their face as you adjusted her grip on your duffel bag. With an attempt at a reassuring smile, which probably came off like a cringe, especially with how your voice refused to firm up, you mumbled, “First time on the dark side.” 

The bugbear gave a nod, voice seemingly reassuring as they asked, “Ah, well, you know the light check?” 

“Red, stop; yellow, slow down; green, go.” You raised your eyebrows at the sudden check, thinking that perhaps this was just someone double-checking you knew the rules.

“And you took the class? Know your limits and what to expect?” They planted their hands on their hips, standing full height in front of you like a teacher lecturing a student. 

You hesitated, considering that you didn’t know your limits, before the growing concern in the other person’s face made you nod your head wildly. Part of the reason for venturing into Dark Reveries was to find your limit. You hadn’t had a lot of kink experience, but you did have fantasies.

One of those bushy eyebrows rose, yellow eyes narrowing on you. To yourself you curse, realizing your interrogator was likely a Reveries employee - a concerned one, at that - as they asked, “Which scene are you going to?” 

Instantly, your lips clamped shut, a mortified heat shooting up your spine and across your cheeks. You looked away from them, trying to make your brain and mouth work together. “Um, the-the forest one.” 

“Which one?” Right, there was more than one ‘forest’ in the Dark Reverie, each catering to different kinds of scenes.

You could feel the whine starting in the back of your throat. It was only pure embarrassment that kept the sound from escaping your lips. Bringing your hands to your face, a mumble with both the setting and attraction sifted through your lips, “Beastly Bandits in the Mountain Forest.” 

“Interesting choice for a first time.” This time, both eyebrows bounced up in surprise. The bugbear gave a shrug as you shot them an intensely curious look. A wry smile parted their lips, sharp teeth on display as they answered your silent question, “Most people try Dark with a one or two partner scene. Not a smorgasbord.” 

Your attention dipped from their eyes to the large fearsome teeth lining their maw. Swallowing down a shameful sort of excitement, you mumbled yet again, “Is that bad?”

“If you’re sure you can handle it, it’s not. I’d just worry you’re trying to bite off more than you can chew.” Their choice of words brought your gaze back to their eyes, a smile on your lips. It took the bugbear a second, before they realized what entertained you so. There were likely going to be certain bits of anatomy in your mouth in a little while, bits that the owners would appreciate not having bitten off. 

With a sigh and an amused twist of their own lips, they rubbed at the back of their neck. “Okay, bad turn of phrase, but you know what I meant.” 

Now, they turned a serious look on you. Your stomach somersaulted as you looked away from them, worrying at your bottom lip. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe you should just go home. 

That prospect made your eyes burn, though. It was like admitting defeat. Admitting that you lacked the strength to do everything you wanted, you couldn’t pursue things you had fantasized or diverted yourself with. It was like confessing Henry had been right about you, about everything.

“Look, you don’t need to know this,” you began, still not looking to the bugbear. With a glare, you stare off in the distance, the blush burning hotly at your cheeks. “But I was in a situation that denied me a lot of experiences during my young adult years. 

“I don’t know know my limits, from experience, but I want to find out and I…” You paused, knowing you were rambling and having to stop entirely to get a hold of yourself. Closing your eyes, your racing heart calmed before you forced out, “I’m an adult capable of listening to my own body.” 

After another breath, you hazarded a glance at the bugbear, still worrying at your own lip. They stared at you silently, seeming to contemplate your words with utmost seriousness. Finally, the uncertainty eased from their stiff shoulders. “Alright, I gotta go get prepped. I hope you enjoy your stay in the Dark.” 

After a wink and a practice smile, to which you only managed an acknowledging hum and a nod, they turned and jogged off. Quietly, you watched the stranger bound off, realizing they had a little bear-like knob of a tail at the base of their spine which poked from a tailored hole in their jeans. Embarrassment flashed through you once more as you tore your eyes away.

Worried that someone watched you staring off after the bugbear, you consulted the amusement park map again and forced your way to the designated attraction. Though many attractions were come-and-go-as-you-please, this particular one necessitated an appointment and schedule. Something about maintaining a preferred ratio of employees to patrons. 

If there was space, patrons could come in without an appointment. But you hadn’t wanted to risk not getting in. 

Pausing at the entrance to Mountain Forest, your eyes widened a little. It wasn’t some self-contained set, like others shrouded behind walls. Mountain Forest appeared like an actual forest, though fenced in. As you marveled at the greenery, your feet brought you through the arch of the attraction and toward an employee at a desk.

After an exchange of information and verification of your appointment, the scene supervisor nodded to your left. “Lockers and changing area are that way, ma’am.”

You turned in the direction they indicated, finding a squat building a few yards away. From a glance, it bore a similarity to the locker and shower rooms at public pools.

“Whenever you’re ready, you can go through the door labeled Forest Entrance,” the scene supervisor continued, their voice trained in the art of customer service cheer. “You will have to walk around a bit to find your playmates. Have fun!” 

“Thank you,” You mumbled, offering up an awkward smile to the supervisor before turning toward the changing area.

Inside the building, it was much like what you expected. A quarter of the area was taken up by shower stalls, another quarter by bathroom cubicles. Curtained sections, all pulled open, gave further privacy for people changing. The far wall had a line of lockers, bisected by a door labeled ‘Forest Entrance.’ 

The further in you journeyed, the harder your heart pounded in your chest. This was happening. No turning back. Not that you wanted to, but it still made the apprehension worse.

Feeling a little lightheaded, your feet led you to one of the changing stalls, yanking the curtains shut with a metallic hiss. You tried to ignore the itch of nerves as you undressed. A tingle bit at your palms, a mix of excitement and uncertainty. Your breaths hitched as your jacket, your shirt, your jeans dropped. Trying to disperse the nervous energy, you folded the thus-far discarded clothing and jammed them back into your duffel bag. 

Considering what to do with your under things, you took a moment. Though you quickly divested yourself of the bra, but kept the underwear. There were plenty of stories of favorite bras and underwear being destroyed in these activities. Plus, you had signed a waiver concerning ruined clothes. It was obviously an issue. The underwear, you could live without. That particular bra, however, was one of the few that fit you comfortably.

Once redressed, you took a look at yourself in the mirror. The dress was a repurposed cheap nightgown, which had been little more than an unfitted block of dark blue fabric with sleeves tacked on. You had opened up the neckline with your minimal sewing skills, showing off a wider expanse of your chest and some shoulder. Below your bust, you had tied some fabric in a belt, tucking the ends in for a seamless appearance.

Months ago, you had spent time in local thrift stores, piecing together outfits for your eventual trial run of Dark Reveries. Most of the time, you had just been trying to convince yourself to follow through. Getting yourself excited with scenarios and research.

Now, standing in the changing area, the Beastly Bandits waiting for you in the forest, a sense of ridiculousness swelled for all that planning. So many others just waltzed in and had their fun. You had to make a whole thing of it.

Smoothing the fabric down over your hip, you sighed. The dress was just going to be ripped off. You really didn’t need to put so much thought and effort into it. But why spend the money, why go to the effort, if you didn’t immerse yourself?

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