【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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[ Not to mention, there was the apron, the dress itself, the high-collared blouse with its own slip underneath, gloves and knee-high socks leaving barely an inch of skin exposed... Minato would trade his own outfit for Akira's any day of the week.
Once Akira's other foot lands in his palm, Minato sets to work unzipping the leather boot. He tugs it off and stands it up neatly with the other shoe. ]
...what do you mean?
[ Perhaps if he'd been less peeved about being stuck in something stuffy, he'd make the same logical connection as Akira. But instead, he frowns and cants his head at his company while awaiting the answer.
Very little made sense in the Golden Peacock. And if that's the case, why should there be any rhyme or reason surrounding their enchanted garments? ]
(if he looked closely, there is a bit of a funny circumstance with that. her ears do have red along the fur, even along her hair which is tied back into that ponytail she's wearing. not dyed, but natural. don't ask her how this works, or if anyone else had attempted to dye their fur. she doesn't know about that, unlike, say, a certain former armorless union sniper that had to deal with one of her colleagues dyeing his fur blue to match his partner.
whatever the case, she did blink. huh, she did think he seemed comfortable in that sailor uniform. guess that answered another question, that haru also liked to wear things he likely found cute or fun. nothing wrong with that, she thinks, he did actually look cute in this even if he wasn't her type.)
Most of the time, when I dressed up, it was suits....aside from one outfit that was leaning more into fantasy adventurer that I had.
(dragon slayer, from what they told her. it wasn't a bad one, but it also doesn't fit whatever the hell they're about to make her deal with later from their decision to typecast her in two roles. future worries for future texas while she keeps still for him. the fake tail buttplugs, she near winces. that sounds uncomfortable.)
That sounds like it'd be a problem if you had to sit down, depending. Most of the time, my tail stays out of the way.
[Olivine would find it funny to hear what Reno thinks about his actions—after all, he's finding out quite abruptly how impulsive the priest can be. Would he be shocked to realise how much stamina Olivine has? Maybe not, especially after this.
The truncated words earn a soft hum from him, rumbling against his cock as Reno guides his mouth over it. It makes his own ache between his thighs, throbbing in its prison and wetting his outfit in its anticipation. After all, he knows just how good the toy would feel—or that tail, for that matter—digging deep inside him... and well, he's very good at worship, isn't he?
If you don't mind the impatience, anyway. Olivine's movements are teasing in juxtaposition with the straightforward pace of Reno's tugs, and it's a deliberately overwhelming pace. Somewhere around them, someone behind a camera whispers something about a moneyshot, and several of them move about the altar, practically unheard by Olivine now. He's way too busy trying to drive Reno over the edge right now.]
[ "Lovely Dragon Lady" stirs up some complicated feelings - the fresh wave of embarassment that compliments about her appearance usually bring on, turned up a few degrees by where she was and what she was wearing ... but also a strange sense of satisfaction? A preening delight that she was getting the praise that she deserved?
[ Whatever it was, it was wildly out of line with how she normally felt, and knowing that whatever effect her 'Dragon Lord' costume was having on her was that profound was disconcerting to say the least. There wasn't really much she could do about it right now besides try to shove it to the back of her mind and ignore it, but whether she was able to do that successfully enough to keep herself from blushing was another thing altogether. ]
I'm Makoto Niijima. [ She says, reaching out and shaking Aerith's hand. ] It's nice to meet you.
[ She wishes it were under different circumstances, but ... ]
[ if topaz is feeling any fear at all, she hides it well enough that blade doesn't notice it as he hesitates, then slowly steps up to the place indicated by the sharp angle of topaz's gaze. this is acting—even a non-creative like himself can understand that. and it's for that reason that while blade himself might not be keen to kneel on someone else's command, in the moment he does so without complaint, sinking down onto the carpet and sitting back on his heels. ]
Yes, ma'am.
[ there's to be a punishment, as far as blade understands it. exactly what kind of punishment it will be, he couldn't say, but that's what happens when you sign up for this kind of role, isn't it? and anyway, having struggled somewhat with the premise of the resort, blade needs the assist in keeping away the symptoms of his suit, which in turn seem to aggravate the symptoms of his mara.
he keeps his chin angled down, but glances up at topaz from under the fall of his hair, as if trying to gauge her ire, guess how much trouble he might be in. ]
It doesn't take an empath --and thank god that's over with-- to realize that Yosuke wasn't expecting this, either. With his Expression being as good as it is, he might just have the upper hand, here. So: he'd better hold onto it.
He doesn't move.
The dare is written in bold letters all over his face.]
So just outlasting them works in some cases, huh? Good to know! I'm nothing if not a master of time wasting!
[Not something to be proud of, Yato... Still, at least he seems gung ho about trying to stick it to the man? The rest of what Hiyori has to say comes as something of a relief, too.]
Glad that we still get to maintain some kind of autonomy when it comes to what we have to do here. It would've been pretty damn skeevy if we had absolutely no say in the matter of who we shacked up with. I mean, I'm not all that picky, but I at least like to know that it's something both of us want.
[Considering Yato's full of non-sexual regrets, he sure doesn't need any more of those kind adding to his already heavy burden.]
So I take it you've managed to keep from getting stuck with any unwanted encounters for the most part? That's good-- you seem pretty young. You deserve to have a light conscience that isn't weighed down thanks to some weird resort.
[Having some hang-ups thanks to a friend or partner being here is something Yato could understand even if he himself arrived alone. There's someone special back home who he would've done anything to protect from this kind of place, too, even if it meant staying here longer.
Maybe it's the name, but he likes Hiyori already. The guy's helpful and enthusiastic, providing Yato with plenty of hope for his newfound situation. Maybe a touch prideful, but then, so is he. So no throwing stones here!
And yes, yes he was/is that poor. Sadsack of a god.]
Oh boy~! I'll definitely let you lead the way, in that case. I like to think my sense of fashion is pretty good, but I'm always open to learning more and seeing what kinds of things other people go for. Maybe I can evolve my own style!
[Nodding enthusiastically, he can't help laughing a bit. Yeah, expected but he's not going to lie or downplay the things he likes. That would just be silly.]
Great! I leave it in your capable hands, then, costume master! Your sparkly, shininess is an inspiration that I'll gladly follow!
[For now Yato merely watches with keen interest, noting the things which are passed over and which he seems to linger on, debating. Though he has to do a double take at the kid's name, staring a bit before laughing then waving a hand apologetically.]
Hiyori, huh? I have a friend who goes by that name. Hers is Hiyori Iki, though! Two Hiyoris! What are the chances?
Popular? [Vanitas cocks his head to one side curiously. He can't imagine why vampires might be popular to humans, but maybe he lives in a more advanced society where they've left their historical grievances behind.]
That is very fascinating. What kind of demographics?
[He's already starting to think this is some kind of a kink thing when the conversation turns to fun, danger, and prisoners for the night. Definitely sounds like a sex thing.]
Yes. Real ones. [He doubletakes when he comes to him with the pale foundation, closing his eyes to make the application process a bit easier.] What is a fake vampire?
[ There is a moment where Ferdinand worries that he truly misunderstood the situation. Perhaps this man was just an overenthusiastic paramour, not some fan with no boundaries of personal space. But when her expression changes, Ferdinand breathes a mental sigh of relief to himself, glad that he didn't just accost someone for no reason. ]
Oh, there should be no bother. This person had confused you for someone else and is just leaving. [ He claps the fan's shoulder, ever the portrait of politeness, but with just enough force that it reminds the fan of just how badly things could have gone. ] That is correct, yes?
[ The fan scrambles to his feet and scurries off, and if it isn't because of Ferdinand, it might be because of the bodyguards that have caught sight of him and are giving chase. Either way, they are soon alone. ]
My apologies. I saw him grab your hand and acted quickly, and for a moment, I worried that I had been a bit too hasty.
Not that it is a competition, of course. And I would dare say this place is just as alien to either of us as it is to the other.
My apologies, I was so taken by the conversation that I neglected to introduce myself properly. I am Ferdinand von Aegir, heir to the noble house Aegir of the Adrestian Empire.
I do realize that none of that is even the slightest bit relevant, of course.
[ with a fluidity that probably answers fuuta's question all on its own, blade sheathes his sword and moves closer to fuuta so he can take a look at the armor. that it's a little large on fuuta is immediately apparent, but it's also fastened loosely, especially in the sides—no wonder he's jostling around in it so much.
without thinking too much, blade reaches for the fastenings, adjusting them slightly along fuuta's sides in an effort to mitigate some of the size problem. it won't be perfect—fuuta would need to bulk up quite a bit for that—but at the very least he thinks he can stop it from rattling around every time fuuta tries to swing his sword. ]
...Yes. [ there's always a risk in talking about his past. as a rule, blade tries not to—the forge master yingxing died the day blade was born, and dwelling on the circumstances is a surefire way to make blade literally lose his mind. still, he says, ] I learned swordplay over many long years.
[ and many long deaths, although blade doesn't say that part aloud. ]
You aren't used to them, [ he adds after a second. although it's phrased as a statement, it's really more of a question, blade's gaze flicking to meet fuuta's in a moment of curiosity. ] Swords. Are you?
It's a generous offer, and one I will not forget. But given the climate of this place you understand why I would be a little worried to accept it, no? [ Such generosity is not often directed his way. But more than that, offering to help most often doesn't come without a want for a favor returned. ] But at least we are in agreement on our circumstances.
[ Viktor stalls for a moment before motioning with his metallic hand to lead the way forward. ] It's Viktor.
[ A partial upturn on his lips into a smile. ] I am to assume you've been here for a while, then? You speak of someone who has...experience of this place.
N-No, it's fine. Really. Uh, I hated Sprite anyway....
[Someone send help.
Or at least she's sliding off his lap now, a fact that still keeps his face almost as red as his sunglasses. The squished popcorn rolls off him as she does, and he tries to pick up his drink-- mostly so that it doesn't keep spilling on the floor next to him. Jeez, this really is something. There's not hiding his somewhat tired sigh, though he doesn't want Haru to feel bad about this.]
And lend me some of your popcorn and we'll call it even.
( now that was an interesting revelation to her. truthfully she wasn't looking to get aroused or any kind of pleasure from the dancing, but if he wanted to and was willing to entertain her while she caught her breath—
well she certainly wasn't going to stop him by any means. in fact she smiled right back at him and sat back, crossing her legs. whether her body language was saying something about her current frame of mind or not, it didn't matter. she would give him his full attention, even if she couldn't help but giggle a bit as he swayed and drifted the silken scarf in the space between them.
it wasn't until he genuinely began to straddle her that she leaned further back, shuffling her legs to give him more room, a surprised expression on her face. )
Hey you're really good at this, how exactly did you end up with a master anyways?
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