【 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. 】
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[ Oh he is already getting a bad feeling about this.
Funnily enough, 'sexy lizard' actually would be appropriate, because Fuuta's been chosen to be one of the actors playing the dragon for Lord of the Wings. The costume he's been nagged into wearing is all leathery spandex and plates of fake scales plastered against his body, with a few sockets where prosthetic wings will go later. Not particularly comfortable, in other words!
And he has a long session in the makeup chair to look forward to, meaning he's already in a crotchety mood by the time Haru starts opening containers. And more containers. And even more containers. ]
Hey, hey! [ Snapped loudly as he whacks a hand against the makeup chair's arm to get Haru's attention. ] What the hell d'you think you're doing? You're supposed to do this stuff one step at a time, aren't you?
[ Funnily enough, Haru does not seem to care at all that he's being chastised, humming thoughtfully as he opens a tube of some kind of cream. He doesn't know what it is, but it feels like it goes on the face, soooo... ]
How am I supposed to know what I have unless I open everything? Do you think the Pope waltzed into the Sistine Chapel to tell Michelangelo to stop opening all the paint? Let the artist art.
[ Words to live by, from the same man who once braided his friend's hair so badly she had to cut it all off up to her jaw.
He squeezes out a big dollop of the mysterious tube cream, drawing a heart with it on the side of Fuuta's face. It's more green than he was expecting. ]
You're way too cute to be a dragon. They shoulda made you somethin' else.
[ A grumble under his breath, though it's followed by a sharp inhale when Haru happens to open up a powder puff that blasts a cloud of silky powder around him, and two sneezes in quick succession. He's still snuffling to try and clear that weird smell out of his nose when that dollop of mystery cream is dabbed on his cheek.
Fuuta promptly jerks back with a startled bark. Extremely chihuahua-that-just-got-spritzed coded. ]
Wh -- do you even know what that stuff is?! [ He wipes some of it off with the back of his hand, looking deeply affronted as he stares at the smear. ] It's green. Why the hell is it gr -- you better know what you're doing! And don't call me ... cute.
[ Does Haru know what it is? No. Does he know what he's doing? Also no. As much as he looks like a boy who would know a thing or two about makeup, it's only his makeup he knows about, and only because his friends bought everything for him and showed him where and when to use it. Anything beyond that might as well be hieroglyphics. ]
'Course I know what I'm doin'.
[ Says a liar, lying. He uses a sponge to pat in the rest of the goo, but it's still rather... green. Ah well. ]
You are cute, there's no gettin' around it. I could lie to you if you want.
[ The fussing with the sponge forces Fuuta to sit still for a hot second, wherein he is forced to just stare at Haru's reflection in the mirror, eye narrowed in clear suspicion. ... is this guy fucking with him. This guy's got to just be fucking with him. People only ever call him 'cute' to fuck with him. ... mostly. Right? And besides the guy looks like that. It's gotta be a sarcastic thing if he's calling anyone cute. Like hell he's gonna fall for it.
Fuuta's hardly subtle, and that little train of thought telegraphs pretty clear in the suspicions purse of his lips and the clench of his jaws before he snips, ]
No you fucking don't.
[ Yes, he is just going to refuse to address the 'cute' thing. Hmph! Take that! ]
Look, you're supposed to start with found -- no, primer? You're supposed to start with primer. Gimme that. [ He uses a moment where the sponge isn't near his face to grab at the tube and squint at the label. Is it primer? The name's so long. ] ... is this primer?
[ Haru won't admit to not fucking with him, because Fuuta seems terribly easy to fuck with, and Haru does love to be something of a goblin boy. But he did start off here trying - he just happens to have no idea how to do makeup that isn't his own. Usually if he got stuck he'd bat his eyelashes and have someone come help him. Unfortunately for Fuuta, it doesn't seem like anyone has any interest in helping him. ]
This is totally primer. Primer is green.
[ He knows that because the one his mom uses is green, therefore everything green is primer. Nevermind that this is clearly some kind of greasepaint or colour adjusting pigment. Green means primer. ]
It's supposed to make you like, y'know. Greener.
[ For a reason Haru is not entirely sure of, he just knows about the green. ]
[ Haru's reading is right! Fuuta is extremely easy to fuck with. Case in point: he doesn't immediately believe Haru's assurance that primer is supposed to be green, but he also hesitates to straight-out reject it.
... is primer green? The only reason he even knows these terms is because he'd had to listen to his sister talking about it while doing her makeup in the living room sometimes. Ugh. Who would have thought that he'd ever wish he'd retained more of the stuff she'd talked about.
Though Fuuta scrunches his nose at Haru in a moment of obvious scrutiny, he ends up just clicking his tongue and settling back into his seat afterward. Reluctantly acquiescing to the green ... primer. Since he's supposed to be some dragon. It makes sense, he supposes. ]
If this stuff doesn't come off later, or if you're trying to make me look stupid on purpose, I'm gonna paint your whole face with it, you hear me. You better not mess this up.
[ Said with enough confidence, anybody will believe anything. Case in point: Haru has no idea what he's talking about, and yet here he is, completely in charge of another person's makeup. It will be a miracle if Fuuta walks out of this room recognisable.
Haru seems happy to have gotten his own way however, and he is not immune to his own unwavering confidence; of course he's going to do a great job, even though he barely knows what he's doing. He hums happily, taking out a miscellaneous pot of iridescent powder. Obviously since he's taken the lid off, he spills a bunch immediately everywhere. ]
Oops.
[ Ah well... He dips a powder puff into what's left in the pot, and what he's spilled all over his hand. ]
[ The cascade of shimmery powder spilling around them earns another sneeze before there's the creak of the chair as Fuuta leans as far back in it as he can, willing the cloud of powder to settle quicker. Another sneeze starts tickling at his nose, but it never comes -- annoying! He was already annoyed, but he's now double-triple extra-strength annoyed at Haru.
So when that powder puff is held towards his face, he lashes out -- grabbing a hand at Haru's wrist before it can dab at his face and squeezing tight.
It's a lot more aggressive than he'd ever act, but it feels deserved right now. Especially since he does have a very important warning to give: ]
Don't you fucking dare touch my eye. [ He's reluctantly swapped out his medical eyepatch for a leather one to match the costume, but even then, he'd refused to let anyone look at what was hidden there. Like hell he's about to tolerate this stupid fuck trying to sneak a peek. ] You touch it, and I'll make you regret it. You hear me?
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[ Oh he is already getting a bad feeling about this.
Funnily enough, 'sexy lizard' actually would be appropriate, because Fuuta's been chosen to be one of the actors playing the dragon for Lord of the Wings. The costume he's been nagged into wearing is all leathery spandex and plates of fake scales plastered against his body, with a few sockets where prosthetic wings will go later. Not particularly comfortable, in other words!
And he has a long session in the makeup chair to look forward to, meaning he's already in a crotchety mood by the time Haru starts opening containers. And more containers. And even more containers. ]
Hey, hey! [ Snapped loudly as he whacks a hand against the makeup chair's arm to get Haru's attention. ] What the hell d'you think you're doing? You're supposed to do this stuff one step at a time, aren't you?
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How am I supposed to know what I have unless I open everything? Do you think the Pope waltzed into the Sistine Chapel to tell Michelangelo to stop opening all the paint? Let the artist art.
[ Words to live by, from the same man who once braided his friend's hair so badly she had to cut it all off up to her jaw.
He squeezes out a big dollop of the mysterious tube cream, drawing a heart with it on the side of Fuuta's face. It's more green than he was expecting. ]
You're way too cute to be a dragon. They shoulda made you somethin' else.
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[ A grumble under his breath, though it's followed by a sharp inhale when Haru happens to open up a powder puff that blasts a cloud of silky powder around him, and two sneezes in quick succession. He's still snuffling to try and clear that weird smell out of his nose when that dollop of mystery cream is dabbed on his cheek.
Fuuta promptly jerks back with a startled bark. Extremely chihuahua-that-just-got-spritzed coded. ]
Wh -- do you even know what that stuff is?! [ He wipes some of it off with the back of his hand, looking deeply affronted as he stares at the smear. ] It's green. Why the hell is it gr -- you better know what you're doing! And don't call me ... cute.
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'Course I know what I'm doin'.
[ Says a liar, lying. He uses a sponge to pat in the rest of the goo, but it's still rather... green. Ah well. ]
You are cute, there's no gettin' around it. I could lie to you if you want.
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Fuuta's hardly subtle, and that little train of thought telegraphs pretty clear in the suspicions purse of his lips and the clench of his jaws before he snips, ]
No you fucking don't.
[ Yes, he is just going to refuse to address the 'cute' thing. Hmph! Take that! ]
Look, you're supposed to start with found -- no, primer? You're supposed to start with primer. Gimme that. [ He uses a moment where the sponge isn't near his face to grab at the tube and squint at the label. Is it primer? The name's so long. ] ... is this primer?
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This is totally primer. Primer is green.
[ He knows that because the one his mom uses is green, therefore everything green is primer. Nevermind that this is clearly some kind of greasepaint or colour adjusting pigment. Green means primer. ]
It's supposed to make you like, y'know. Greener.
[ For a reason Haru is not entirely sure of, he just knows about the green. ]
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... is primer green? The only reason he even knows these terms is because he'd had to listen to his sister talking about it while doing her makeup in the living room sometimes. Ugh. Who would have thought that he'd ever wish he'd retained more of the stuff she'd talked about.
Though Fuuta scrunches his nose at Haru in a moment of obvious scrutiny, he ends up just clicking his tongue and settling back into his seat afterward. Reluctantly acquiescing to the green ... primer. Since he's supposed to be some dragon. It makes sense, he supposes. ]
If this stuff doesn't come off later, or if you're trying to make me look stupid on purpose, I'm gonna paint your whole face with it, you hear me. You better not mess this up.
no subject
Haru seems happy to have gotten his own way however, and he is not immune to his own unwavering confidence; of course he's going to do a great job, even though he barely knows what he's doing. He hums happily, taking out a miscellaneous pot of iridescent powder. Obviously since he's taken the lid off, he spills a bunch immediately everywhere. ]
Oops.
[ Ah well... He dips a powder puff into what's left in the pot, and what he's spilled all over his hand. ]
Eyes closed if you know what's good for you.
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So when that powder puff is held towards his face, he lashes out -- grabbing a hand at Haru's wrist before it can dab at his face and squeezing tight.
It's a lot more aggressive than he'd ever act, but it feels deserved right now. Especially since he does have a very important warning to give: ]
Don't you fucking dare touch my eye. [ He's reluctantly swapped out his medical eyepatch for a leather one to match the costume, but even then, he'd refused to let anyone look at what was hidden there. Like hell he's about to tolerate this stupid fuck trying to sneak a peek. ] You touch it, and I'll make you regret it. You hear me?