【 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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[ The man beneath Getian’s hover is tall, for a human, with hair the color of sunlight drawn back into a patterned headband. Colorful robes adorned with exquisite feathers and beads sway in the breeze, tinkling lightly as they knock together. It’s an article that had reminded Quincy of the tribe and the ceremonial robes they wore on ceremonial days—seeing him emote for a second upon finding it, the costuming staff had shoved him straight into it. This, at least, he doesn’t mind, finding small comfort in the familiarity of this style of clothing and the apparent freedom of the set’s forest. It’s all fake, he knows, but the rough bark beneath his palms and the mountain’s crisp air in his lungs are enough for now.
The crew hadn’t expected their tribesman to vanish between takes. Quincy had slipped away at the earliest opportunity, adept at moving silently through the forest, even though this forest is not the one he’s guarded for many years. He knows how to read the stones and moss, how to judge the trees that grow here, and how to move as respectfully through the brush as possible. He has nothing but the utmost respect for nature—it’s in his blood, his traditions, his character—so he is reluctant to startle anything that does not need to be startled. That respect extends to the creatures of the forest: he looks up at the shadow overhead before offering a polite nod in greeting.
Yokai of the forest are not surprising to him. He has know them for a long time; an old bird isn’t much different from an old fox, if potentially less mischievous by nature. ]
I see. [ he gazes down the pathway that Getian is referring to, quiet for a moment before speaking, ] Is the other way the same?
[ He turns his gentle gaze back to the bird’s figure, resting a hand against the trunk of a large tree. Pale lips move, about to say something else, when in the far off distance the echo of some of the crew searching for Quincy drifts. They aren’t especially close, but those of the forest know how to listen for upset—and the crew members traipsing through aren’t graceful as they swat their way through bushes and groan about having to come off the beaten path.
Ugh, why did he leave set… John, stop slowing down, you just slipped in mud, it isn’t like you slipped in shit. Deb, he wasn’t the only actor that’s gone missing either, right? Maybe a few got lost out here. Let’s bring anyone we find back, or else they’ll be a wandering out here for hours. Ugh… what did I step in now? I’m not paid enough for this job…
Quincy’s eyes narrow in the direction of the noise before he turns his attention back onto the bird above. ]
Don’t let them find you. They’ll bring you back, too. They’re … aggressive.
[ He says, though he’s of the mind that this old bird is native to the forest and not another absconding actor. Playing around on set is troublesome and he doesn’t expect a yokai to enjoy getting captured and dragged into some role. Quincy, similarly, no longer wishes to tolerate it—so he steps onto the other path and begins to head down it, not wanting to get caught either. Illusions and tricks are too risky with pesky crew members on his tail. ]
( to getian’s eyes, nearly all manners of dress that he sees the other “guests” of this place wearing are odd, but that was not altogether novel. he is not new to being adrift in time, plucked from his own age so to avoid the “Storm” that washed away eras, and sheltered within the suitcase of a young arcanist named the Timekeeper. her quest, her companions, and her struggle were largely abstract to him; he was counted as one of those companions, yes, and he aided when called upon, but it had been hard to contextualize his own place in their story. this “casino” is just as discombobulating to him as that impossible slice of wilderness had been, so he suffers from much the same here. the infringements upon his freedom here have been far harsher, though. told where to stay, where to sleep, when to wake, when to eat, what to wear, what to do—the harshness of the lights on him paled only in comparison to the frightful amount of attention he seemed to garner wherever he went. he wanted none of it. he accepts that it had been his own choice to leave his mountain, but oh, how he wishes he could return. to sleep amongst the boughs of his tree, play music, and keep watch over the temple—the final resting place of every other miemeng bird that had ever lived.
if he understood correctly, it was all gone now, washed away in a rain that fell upwards into the sky.
when it had come to getian’s costume, less had been more. they’d actually taken off the robe he had found for himself, permitting him a band of cloth around his waist and a matching shawl to wear over his head and shoulders (mostly because he’d gotten far too agitated and fearful when it had been taken away). otherwise, his torso was kept bare, painted in colorful and intricate designs—this apparently had to do with his “role,” that of a sympathetic beastman who had joined the brave warriors on their quest upon being sufficiently impressed by their sexual prowess (a detail that’d been enough to make him blush). he is neither a fool nor some spring chicken; he had a general idea of just what sort of “plays” (he has no idea what a ‘movie’ is) these people were trying to force them to perform. he was not particularly thrilled by the idea of such wanton, casual bawdiness. call him old fashioned, but hey, he’d seen miemeng birds court for years if not decades before actually settling in as mates…
he is just as intent on continuing to evade them as quincy is, though he believes the human far more poorly-equipped, for his lack of wings. still—getian is impressed by the way he handles himself in the forest. he didn’t even need to see him do so to know it; he could read it in his bones, the gentle curves of one with great respect for nature, as strong and graceful as the boughs of a tree. it makes him feel slightly more at ease around him, even if he is a stranger. )
If it is treacherous, it is not in a way that these old eyes of mine can see.
( and the eyes of a miemeng bird can be a powerful thing, but usually only those with bones to read. the landscape and flora he knew less about, though the path hadn’t looked difficult when he had scanned it from above.
quincy begins to head down the other path, and, after a moment’s thoughtful hesitation, getian begins to accompany him in his own way. he flies low beneath the canopy of the forest, scouting ahead and regularly circling back toward the human to check on his progress. it’s on the first of these returns that he replies, ) They have already sent people to bring me back several times. I do not believe they account well for one who can fly, however.
( when he’d either flown away or sent them retreating with warnings of his arcane skills, that’s when they’d really started complaining about “not being paid enough for this.” )
3 b/a combo!? Grabs this bird
The crew hadn’t expected their tribesman to vanish between takes. Quincy had slipped away at the earliest opportunity, adept at moving silently through the forest, even though this forest is not the one he’s guarded for many years. He knows how to read the stones and moss, how to judge the trees that grow here, and how to move as respectfully through the brush as possible. He has nothing but the utmost respect for nature—it’s in his blood, his traditions, his character—so he is reluctant to startle anything that does not need to be startled. That respect extends to the creatures of the forest: he looks up at the shadow overhead before offering a polite nod in greeting.
Yokai of the forest are not surprising to him. He has know them for a long time; an old bird isn’t much different from an old fox, if potentially less mischievous by nature. ]
I see. [ he gazes down the pathway that Getian is referring to, quiet for a moment before speaking, ] Is the other way the same?
[ He turns his gentle gaze back to the bird’s figure, resting a hand against the trunk of a large tree. Pale lips move, about to say something else, when in the far off distance the echo of some of the crew searching for Quincy drifts. They aren’t especially close, but those of the forest know how to listen for upset—and the crew members traipsing through aren’t graceful as they swat their way through bushes and groan about having to come off the beaten path.
Ugh, why did he leave set… John, stop slowing down, you just slipped in mud, it isn’t like you slipped in shit. Deb, he wasn’t the only actor that’s gone missing either, right? Maybe a few got lost out here. Let’s bring anyone we find back, or else they’ll be a wandering out here for hours. Ugh… what did I step in now? I’m not paid enough for this job…
Quincy’s eyes narrow in the direction of the noise before he turns his attention back onto the bird above. ]
Don’t let them find you. They’ll bring you back, too. They’re … aggressive.
[ He says, though he’s of the mind that this old bird is native to the forest and not another absconding actor. Playing around on set is troublesome and he doesn’t expect a yokai to enjoy getting captured and dragged into some role. Quincy, similarly, no longer wishes to tolerate it—so he steps onto the other path and begins to head down it, not wanting to get caught either. Illusions and tricks are too risky with pesky crew members on his tail. ]
grabs quincy
if he understood correctly, it was all gone now, washed away in a rain that fell upwards into the sky.
when it had come to getian’s costume, less had been more. they’d actually taken off the robe he had found for himself, permitting him a band of cloth around his waist and a matching shawl to wear over his head and shoulders (mostly because he’d gotten far too agitated and fearful when it had been taken away). otherwise, his torso was kept bare, painted in colorful and intricate designs—this apparently had to do with his “role,” that of a sympathetic beastman who had joined the brave warriors on their quest upon being sufficiently impressed by their sexual prowess (a detail that’d been enough to make him blush). he is neither a fool nor some spring chicken; he had a general idea of just what sort of “plays” (he has no idea what a ‘movie’ is) these people were trying to force them to perform. he was not particularly thrilled by the idea of such wanton, casual bawdiness. call him old fashioned, but hey, he’d seen miemeng birds court for years if not decades before actually settling in as mates…
he is just as intent on continuing to evade them as quincy is, though he believes the human far more poorly-equipped, for his lack of wings. still—getian is impressed by the way he handles himself in the forest. he didn’t even need to see him do so to know it; he could read it in his bones, the gentle curves of one with great respect for nature, as strong and graceful as the boughs of a tree. it makes him feel slightly more at ease around him, even if he is a stranger. )
If it is treacherous, it is not in a way that these old eyes of mine can see.
( and the eyes of a miemeng bird can be a powerful thing, but usually only those with bones to read. the landscape and flora he knew less about, though the path hadn’t looked difficult when he had scanned it from above.
quincy begins to head down the other path, and, after a moment’s thoughtful hesitation, getian begins to accompany him in his own way. he flies low beneath the canopy of the forest, scouting ahead and regularly circling back toward the human to check on his progress. it’s on the first of these returns that he replies, ) They have already sent people to bring me back several times. I do not believe they account well for one who can fly, however.
( when he’d either flown away or sent them retreating with warnings of his arcane skills, that’s when they’d really started complaining about “not being paid enough for this.” )