【 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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You can call me whatever you like, really....I promise I'll respond either way.
( in the chaos of her sudden affections and overtly daring gestures, her words were dripped with as much flirty banter as she could muster. it seemed they were both enjoying a waft of good luck given that the early symptoms of her suit being activated were mostly positive— amorous gestures, tenderness, and all the silly emotions and desires associated with pure love. if things dragged on further, he would quickly come to see the woman who was so aptly named after that song.
the kind of woman who could whip a man down to his knees, begging and yearning, full of anger and lust. )
I was actually born in the 'states', but I moved there as a young child. I can't....I can't really say that I miss it much but come, come inside.
( beyond the effects of the suit, her own words there were truthful. how could she miss a country that she was forced to integrate into by force, a reminder of her deceased father's homeland and a country that forced her to hide her true identity?
still, instead of mulling over such negativity, her hands swiftly moved to thread into his own, gently dragging him along to the inside of her large and decorative suite. )
Reira then. [ for—however long she allows. ] Only fair that you can call me whatever you like now, too.
[ it's not hard to read her tone, sweet as it is and coloured by the earlier show of affection. and yosuke, he's really tired of being wary of everything, the endlessness of it all. why not enjoy something nice, however fleeting or affected? whatever regret comes later will come regardless.
so he leans into it, moth to flame.
there is curiosity about what she's shared: what she might miss, where she might consider home (because yosuke cannot fathom not missing home; clearly it's somewhere else, or someone, maybe), but now doesn't seem like the time for that. so he starts saying something else until her hands are in his. they're warm, soft, distracting, and he feels he should be careful with them if only because of their unfamiliarity. he doesn't want her to let go too soon, after all.
if that wasn't enough to strangle the awed sound in his throat, the expanse of her suite surely finishes the job. except it's not about the size but the ambience, how lived-in it seems even at a glance. he can hardly take in everything, yet everything he sees seems to point back to her.
from the warm muddle of his mind he manages a lighthearted, ]
( despite her suit having some level of influence over her behavior, she wasn't one to be too shy and too coy to begin with. with his permission she decided to go for it, giving him a sweet and endearing little nickname like one would a pet—
and perhaps that's what he'd be in this moment, a sweet little pet for her to play and toy around with, seeing just how far she could escalate things. as they made their way into her suite, she kicked off her heels and pushed them to the side. she had no intentions of letting him go, of not keeping her eye on him but as he made that idle little joke, she squeezed his hand tightly to assure him. )
I won't let go, not once. How about a tour of the place? We can start in my fabulous walk in closet.
( the long and expansive closet filled with an endless array of costumes and clothing, and unbeknownst to both of them, this was as far as the two would get. there was a special costume in there that seemed to glisten under the light of the closet, almost drawing them both in like a siren singing sailors to shipwreck. )
[ his suit has no bearing on his taking to the nickname like a puppy trailing after a glimmer of kindness, nor does it account for the warmth that climbs into his cheeks at the sound of it. fondness and interest, on his part, always make him amenable to being played with. that, too, is a kind of connection, and he will take any offered connection, some more eagerly than others.
this one, he will take eagerly.
staying true to trailing after her, he follows suit with his shoes, noticeably dedicated to keeping her hand in his even then. the assurance does him well; leaves him smitten. part of him is awed at how endearing she is, how little that constantly worried voice at the back of his thoughts has to say.
he is surprisingly better off, eagerly agreeing to a tour, though the precision of the closet's description is stunning. ]
Woah, this is... Do you like dressing up or is this a Queen thing? I doubt it's a Queen th-
[ there it is, the costume that already beckons him to ruin. an inescapable shipwreck. yosuke can't stop himself from devolving into stammers; he shuts his mouth with an audible click of teeth to cut it short. it doesn't help that he'd already been wondering which outfits she'd worn or liked. now he has an image of her in–
he goes stock still, gaze flicking between reira and the costume as if pairing a mermaid with a pearl. subtlety has never been his forte. under normal circumstances he would have bitten his tongue. as it is, reira has been sweet, indulgent even, and yosuke can't stop wondering. ]
( being a woman who feared the wrath of whatever this resort had in mind for them all, she had kept every single sexy costume this place had gifted her upon her arrival. an endless plethora of boxes filled the floors of her new suite when she arrived, a delicate little card indicating they were from all of her various fans. whether they were fans from home or creepy resort staff was left to be discovered. however in her time here, the cooing whispers of the staff when she did wear them made her believe it might have been of their design to encourage her to engage in sexual activity right away—
something her broken heart, who often used sex to quench her feelings didn't really need much help in. now though there was a fun air of happiness in her, light and arousing, compelling her to be close to her guest. to touch him in manners unsuited for new friends, to push and cross the line of what was acceptable. the onus was on him to put the break on her effortless flirting and seductions. though it seemed like he was far from doing it because the moment his gaze went towards that little red and white nurse outfit, her focus turned on him. lasered, hungry, and most of all filled with desire.
she could sense in the air that this is what her delightful little prey wanted and needed to encourage what she wanted— sexual satisfaction. so she guided him towards that specific outfit, pulling it off the rack and holding it before her body. )
You mean this little old thing? I do! When I first arrived here I walked into nearly hundreds of sexy costumes as a gift from my 'fans'. Every kind of outfit is here....basically if it can be made sexy well....it's here.
( and like a naughty vixen, she rolled her pretty little eyes at him and smiled. )
[ that look—he inhales sharply. has anyone ever looked at him like that? it's stunning how much he likes being on the other end of it. if it was easy to guide him before, now it's effortless.
he can hardly imagine how it felt walking into all those costumes upon arrival, the obligation that might have come with the label ‘gifts from fans.’ that could have changed his mind about this—if she hadn't held the nurse costume before herself. with the tease of what it could look like if she wore it, desire suddenly ricochets through him and his body can only react to it belatedly. heat starts its slow creep into his cheeks, slides down…
and every possible response withers in his throat with how quickly it goes dry when she rolls her eyes.
she's already lovely, to look at and be around. the way she treats him is appealing on its own; the way it reminds him of someone he'd wanted to talk with more, get to know better, makes it a suckerpunch. she's already all these things in their time together, so her smile makes his stomach knot up pleasantly, legs gone unsteady.
it is only now he realises she could easily have him at her whims and in the palm of her hand—if she doesn't already.
so his answer is near immediate, slowed only by a failed attempt to think of a modest way to blurt, ]
Yes! Please, I mean, if you'd want…
[ which is hardly a save, but maybe being honest with his enthusiasm is a good thing? maybe he shouldn't be so eager for a new friend to indulge his tastes like this, but this resort is strange. he's seen the definition of friendship stretched and warped in ways he'd never considered, all around the inevitability of the suits, and… he does want to open himself to it, if for no other reason than to not be left behind.
but all that is a quiet buzz beneath the reality of reira's pretty smile and her offer to dress up for him. ]
I can help you change? Or do something for you, too?
( if he had a puppy tail, she's more than certain he'd be wagging it right now. his earnest enthusiasm and her own suit making her more open and adventurous made for a perfect combination for something more sultry and daring to happen between them. as she stood there watching him, the wheels seemed to spin in her mind at his question and soon she was setting the costume to the side as she walked over to him.
once she was close, she held her lips close to his ear, letting out an airy breath as she began to speak. if he wanted to be ordered around and strung around her finger like a good little pet, she'd certainly be inclined to give in. she liked him all things considered and truthfully? she was more than willing to indulge him on his tastes given she was burning with the desire to be filled up and have her needs taken care of. )
Why don't you help me undress? You can start by getting down on your knees and taking off my sandals. That way I can put on the matching red heels for the costume...
( she moved back, smiling at him rather seductively as she gently touched the side of his face and pulled back. )
no subject
( in the chaos of her sudden affections and overtly daring gestures, her words were dripped with as much flirty banter as she could muster. it seemed they were both enjoying a waft of good luck given that the early symptoms of her suit being activated were mostly positive— amorous gestures, tenderness, and all the silly emotions and desires associated with pure love. if things dragged on further, he would quickly come to see the woman who was so aptly named after that song.
the kind of woman who could whip a man down to his knees, begging and yearning, full of anger and lust. )
I was actually born in the 'states', but I moved there as a young child. I can't....I can't really say that I miss it much but come, come inside.
( beyond the effects of the suit, her own words there were truthful. how could she miss a country that she was forced to integrate into by force, a reminder of her deceased father's homeland and a country that forced her to hide her true identity?
still, instead of mulling over such negativity, her hands swiftly moved to thread into his own, gently dragging him along to the inside of her large and decorative suite. )
no subject
[ it's not hard to read her tone, sweet as it is and coloured by the earlier show of affection. and yosuke, he's really tired of being wary of everything, the endlessness of it all. why not enjoy something nice, however fleeting or affected? whatever regret comes later will come regardless.
so he leans into it, moth to flame.
there is curiosity about what she's shared: what she might miss, where she might consider home (because yosuke cannot fathom not missing home; clearly it's somewhere else, or someone, maybe), but now doesn't seem like the time for that. so he starts saying something else until her hands are in his. they're warm, soft, distracting, and he feels he should be careful with them if only because of their unfamiliarity. he doesn't want her to let go too soon, after all.
if that wasn't enough to strangle the awed sound in his throat, the expanse of her suite surely finishes the job. except it's not about the size but the ambience, how lived-in it seems even at a glance. he can hardly take in everything, yet everything he sees seems to point back to her.
from the warm muddle of his mind he manages a lighthearted, ]
I think I'll get lost in here if you let go.
no subject
( despite her suit having some level of influence over her behavior, she wasn't one to be too shy and too coy to begin with. with his permission she decided to go for it, giving him a sweet and endearing little nickname like one would a pet—
and perhaps that's what he'd be in this moment, a sweet little pet for her to play and toy around with, seeing just how far she could escalate things. as they made their way into her suite, she kicked off her heels and pushed them to the side. she had no intentions of letting him go, of not keeping her eye on him but as he made that idle little joke, she squeezed his hand tightly to assure him. )
I won't let go, not once. How about a tour of the place? We can start in my fabulous walk in closet.
( the long and expansive closet filled with an endless array of costumes and clothing, and unbeknownst to both of them, this was as far as the two would get. there was a special costume in there that seemed to glisten under the light of the closet, almost drawing them both in like a siren singing sailors to shipwreck. )
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this one, he will take eagerly.
staying true to trailing after her, he follows suit with his shoes, noticeably dedicated to keeping her hand in his even then. the assurance does him well; leaves him smitten. part of him is awed at how endearing she is, how little that constantly worried voice at the back of his thoughts has to say.
he is surprisingly better off, eagerly agreeing to a tour, though the precision of the closet's description is stunning. ]
Woah, this is... Do you like dressing up or is this a Queen thing? I doubt it's a Queen th-
[ there it is, the costume that already beckons him to ruin. an inescapable shipwreck. yosuke can't stop himself from devolving into stammers; he shuts his mouth with an audible click of teeth to cut it short. it doesn't help that he'd already been wondering which outfits she'd worn or liked. now he has an image of her in–
he goes stock still, gaze flicking between reira and the costume as if pairing a mermaid with a pearl. subtlety has never been his forte. under normal circumstances he would have bitten his tongue. as it is, reira has been sweet, indulgent even, and yosuke can't stop wondering. ]
You- you have a nurse's outfit?
no subject
something her broken heart, who often used sex to quench her feelings didn't really need much help in. now though there was a fun air of happiness in her, light and arousing, compelling her to be close to her guest. to touch him in manners unsuited for new friends, to push and cross the line of what was acceptable. the onus was on him to put the break on her effortless flirting and seductions. though it seemed like he was far from doing it because the moment his gaze went towards that little red and white nurse outfit, her focus turned on him. lasered, hungry, and most of all filled with desire.
she could sense in the air that this is what her delightful little prey wanted and needed to encourage what she wanted— sexual satisfaction. so she guided him towards that specific outfit, pulling it off the rack and holding it before her body. )
You mean this little old thing? I do! When I first arrived here I walked into nearly hundreds of sexy costumes as a gift from my 'fans'. Every kind of outfit is here....basically if it can be made sexy well....it's here.
( and like a naughty vixen, she rolled her pretty little eyes at him and smiled. )
Should I try it on for you?
no subject
he can hardly imagine how it felt walking into all those costumes upon arrival, the obligation that might have come with the label ‘gifts from fans.’ that could have changed his mind about this—if she hadn't held the nurse costume before herself. with the tease of what it could look like if she wore it, desire suddenly ricochets through him and his body can only react to it belatedly. heat starts its slow creep into his cheeks, slides down…
and every possible response withers in his throat with how quickly it goes dry when she rolls her eyes.
she's already lovely, to look at and be around. the way she treats him is appealing on its own; the way it reminds him of someone he'd wanted to talk with more, get to know better, makes it a suckerpunch. she's already all these things in their time together, so her smile makes his stomach knot up pleasantly, legs gone unsteady.
it is only now he realises she could easily have him at her whims and in the palm of her hand—if she doesn't already.
so his answer is near immediate, slowed only by a failed attempt to think of a modest way to blurt, ]
Yes! Please, I mean, if you'd want…
[ which is hardly a save, but maybe being honest with his enthusiasm is a good thing? maybe he shouldn't be so eager for a new friend to indulge his tastes like this, but this resort is strange. he's seen the definition of friendship stretched and warped in ways he'd never considered, all around the inevitability of the suits, and… he does want to open himself to it, if for no other reason than to not be left behind.
but all that is a quiet buzz beneath the reality of reira's pretty smile and her offer to dress up for him. ]
I can help you change? Or do something for you, too?
no subject
once she was close, she held her lips close to his ear, letting out an airy breath as she began to speak. if he wanted to be ordered around and strung around her finger like a good little pet, she'd certainly be inclined to give in. she liked him all things considered and truthfully? she was more than willing to indulge him on his tastes given she was burning with the desire to be filled up and have her needs taken care of. )
Why don't you help me undress? You can start by getting down on your knees and taking off my sandals. That way I can put on the matching red heels for the costume...
( she moved back, smiling at him rather seductively as she gently touched the side of his face and pulled back. )