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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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[ Whether Fuuta's acting is just that good, or his own costume has added a little bit (or a lot) of confidence to his performance is beyond Narumi's ability to tell. The little guy is here selling the act and hamming it up in a way that he's sure the audiences will love given the type of film this is, but it grates on Narumi regardless.
Though not nearly as much as the unnatural fear and arousal that floods his body does.
Narumi is not a man who is given to fear all that often. If anything, the more dangerous a situation the more the adrenaline pumps out any thoughts of concern a normal person might have about the situation. It's one of the things that have made him such an incredible combatant, and it also makes him feel completely at odds with his own costume as it tries to force an atypical feeling onto him. He'd take double the arousal over this one, that has him gritting his teeth in agitation as he adjust his hold on his prop sword and growls out his lines. ]
You're not going to get away with this, dragon. Even if you defeat me here, more will come for you soon.
[ The director had made sure to stress how important it was that Narumi really play up the double entendre of that line, but saying it out loud makes him grimace a little. ]
[ Oh, that's a terrible line. Normally, Fuuta would physical recoil from the levels of cringe before launching into a tirade about how terrible it was.
But now, that earns a cackle. Fortunately for the director and unfortunately for Narumi, it's a very convincing laugh -- Fuuta has the right cadence and growl to his voice for it, and the little touch of SFX flames licking about his head lends him the perfect air of threat as he slinks forward a step. Then another. Closing the distance between them, bit by bit. ]
Let them come, then. [ His eyes gleam as they narrow. ] But you'll have to entertain me until then!
[ He darts forward the next moment with surprising agility. Whatever is in his makeup is doing a great job at squelching the usual pain of his injuries and giving him a hefty adrenaline boost. Later, he'll pay for it with muscle strains and aches, but for now, it means he gets to close the distance between them in little more than the blink of an eye. And before Narumi can back off or resist, that long, robotic tail of his lashes out, whipping Narumi's feet out from under him to knock him to the ground.
Fuuta's on him immediately afterward, straddling his midriff and shoving his hands against Narumi's shoulders to pin him in place. The claws of his costume are only plastic, but they feel convincingly sharp where they prickle past the plate of armor, threatening to draw blood if Narumi makes the wrong move.
It's very movie cliche when he leans in to drag his tongue up the side of Narumi's throat in one long swipe before sitting back and licking his lips. Even more cliche when he drawls, ]
[ The whole thing might truly be a bit threatening if it weren't for two main factors: Fuuta is still Fuuta, and Narumi is still Narumi. No matter what they dress the boy up in, he's still the scrawny kid that is quick to complain, and no matter what feelings the costume tries to foist upon him, Narumi's own natural feelings are really tamping down the levels of fear and trembling that should be happening right now.
Though he is developing a pounding headache at the strain of the lack of compatibility.
The way that Fuuta sends him crashing to the ground probably isn't going to do much to help that pain either. Narumi grunts, barely able to hold back in the long string of choice words he has for the other man as he clambers on top of him, pinning him down in a way that Narumi feels he could easily upset. The claws might cut him up a little, but not enough that it would be an issue for Narumi to kick Fuuta off of him with ease.
As his body starts to tense up, determined to do just that, the armor around his limbs locks up, holding him in place despite his intentions, and leaving him nice and vulnerable for that tongue to swipe across his throat in a way that feels deliriously good, drawing a rough inhale out of him. ]
You think I'm afr--
[ He doesn't even get the full word out before it's choked off as his head throbs painfully, the armor discouraging him from actually trying to pick a fight with the dragon. Now isn't the time to bluster more, now is the time to sit back and let the "powerful" "scary" dragon have his way with him. ]
[ For as much as the costume's influence is in charge right now, it's not like Fuuta's true feelings have been completely masked over. Especially not when he's feeling so in sync with the role he's supposed to be playing right now. And while this sort of treatment is definitely something he'd balk at inflicting upon another person, even someone as insufferable as Narumi -- there's no denying the elated thrill that races down his spine when he sees the way Narumi chokes on his own words, unable to fight back.
Oh, but it feels good to get one over someone who deserves it, and watch from up close as they squirm. ]
I don't think it. I know it.
[ Cliche as the line is, it's especially convincing when Fuuta's acting in perfect tandem with his costume's influence, the word breathed husky and low as he leans back in. And as he plies Narumi's throat with teeth and tongue, dragging sharp (false) fangs over tender skin in between little nips and bites, his hands and that robotic tail get right down to work.
There's little warning before he grabs at one of Narumi's pauldrons. As expected of a porn set costume, it's made to come apart easily; there's barely any resistance when he gives it a sharp yank, tugging it off its buttons so he can fling it dramatically aside. The piece clatters across the uneven flooring, joined in turn by additional pieces of armor that Fuuta rips off one by one. His tail's just as quick to slide under the armor strapped to Narumi's thigh, jerking up to dislodge the plate in one go and sending it flying across the cavern. It doesn't take long at all before it's just the skin-tight underoutfit standing between him and Narumi's body, and Fuuta breathes a low laugh, the pointed tip of his tail drawing a circle around Narumi's groin. ]
But that's not a bad thing, is it? You seem to like being afraid. [ He abruptly bites at the shell of Narumi's ear, dragging his tongue against the ridges of cartilage before he husks, ] It's a good look on you.
[ A man who spends too much of his life trying very hard to look cool and imposing recognizes it instantly in someone else. That Fuuta would fall for the allure of his own costume in this case doesn't surprise Narumi, and given his own struggles against the feelings his costume wants to pull out of him, it's not hard to make the educated guess that the same thing is happening to Fuuta right now.
Only, Narumi's fairly certain Fuuta isn't fighting what the costume wants at all. He watches, eyes shaking slightly as pieces of arm go flying this way and that, wanting to laugh in disdain at the way his heart still races as it goes clattering off in various directions, like it did an ounce of good in the first place.
Seems the decorative armor itself was never the true cause behind all of this, because even without it, the layer underneath compresses tight, holding him in place as Fuuta's robotic tail flits lightly around the increasingly tight fabric right over Narumi's crotch.
He will never be able to live this down, but he makes sure to look Fuuta in the eye, his jaw set as he makes a silent promise that if Fuuta ever thinks to bring this up, Narumi will make sure it's mutually insured destruction. He will absolutely remind Fuuta of ever little cringe thing he said or did in this moment.
Even if the embarrassment the boy will feel would pale in comparison to Narumi's own mortification as he lets out a quiet groan at the feeling of those fake fangs digging into his ear. ]
It's-- not.
[ That isn't in the script, but he can't help himself from rejecting Fuuta's assessment of him anyway. ]
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Though not nearly as much as the unnatural fear and arousal that floods his body does.
Narumi is not a man who is given to fear all that often. If anything, the more dangerous a situation the more the adrenaline pumps out any thoughts of concern a normal person might have about the situation. It's one of the things that have made him such an incredible combatant, and it also makes him feel completely at odds with his own costume as it tries to force an atypical feeling onto him. He'd take double the arousal over this one, that has him gritting his teeth in agitation as he adjust his hold on his prop sword and growls out his lines. ]
You're not going to get away with this, dragon. Even if you defeat me here, more will come for you soon.
[ The director had made sure to stress how important it was that Narumi really play up the double entendre of that line, but saying it out loud makes him grimace a little. ]
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But now, that earns a cackle. Fortunately for the director and unfortunately for Narumi, it's a very convincing laugh -- Fuuta has the right cadence and growl to his voice for it, and the little touch of SFX flames licking about his head lends him the perfect air of threat as he slinks forward a step. Then another. Closing the distance between them, bit by bit. ]
Let them come, then. [ His eyes gleam as they narrow. ] But you'll have to entertain me until then!
[ He darts forward the next moment with surprising agility. Whatever is in his makeup is doing a great job at squelching the usual pain of his injuries and giving him a hefty adrenaline boost. Later, he'll pay for it with muscle strains and aches, but for now, it means he gets to close the distance between them in little more than the blink of an eye. And before Narumi can back off or resist, that long, robotic tail of his lashes out, whipping Narumi's feet out from under him to knock him to the ground.
Fuuta's on him immediately afterward, straddling his midriff and shoving his hands against Narumi's shoulders to pin him in place. The claws of his costume are only plastic, but they feel convincingly sharp where they prickle past the plate of armor, threatening to draw blood if Narumi makes the wrong move.
It's very movie cliche when he leans in to drag his tongue up the side of Narumi's throat in one long swipe before sitting back and licking his lips. Even more cliche when he drawls, ]
You taste like fear. How sweet.
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Though he is developing a pounding headache at the strain of the lack of compatibility.
The way that Fuuta sends him crashing to the ground probably isn't going to do much to help that pain either. Narumi grunts, barely able to hold back in the long string of choice words he has for the other man as he clambers on top of him, pinning him down in a way that Narumi feels he could easily upset. The claws might cut him up a little, but not enough that it would be an issue for Narumi to kick Fuuta off of him with ease.
As his body starts to tense up, determined to do just that, the armor around his limbs locks up, holding him in place despite his intentions, and leaving him nice and vulnerable for that tongue to swipe across his throat in a way that feels deliriously good, drawing a rough inhale out of him. ]
You think I'm afr--
[ He doesn't even get the full word out before it's choked off as his head throbs painfully, the armor discouraging him from actually trying to pick a fight with the dragon. Now isn't the time to bluster more, now is the time to sit back and let the "powerful" "scary" dragon have his way with him. ]
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Oh, but it feels good to get one over someone who deserves it, and watch from up close as they squirm. ]
I don't think it. I know it.
[ Cliche as the line is, it's especially convincing when Fuuta's acting in perfect tandem with his costume's influence, the word breathed husky and low as he leans back in. And as he plies Narumi's throat with teeth and tongue, dragging sharp (false) fangs over tender skin in between little nips and bites, his hands and that robotic tail get right down to work.
There's little warning before he grabs at one of Narumi's pauldrons. As expected of a porn set costume, it's made to come apart easily; there's barely any resistance when he gives it a sharp yank, tugging it off its buttons so he can fling it dramatically aside. The piece clatters across the uneven flooring, joined in turn by additional pieces of armor that Fuuta rips off one by one. His tail's just as quick to slide under the armor strapped to Narumi's thigh, jerking up to dislodge the plate in one go and sending it flying across the cavern. It doesn't take long at all before it's just the skin-tight underoutfit standing between him and Narumi's body, and Fuuta breathes a low laugh, the pointed tip of his tail drawing a circle around Narumi's groin. ]
But that's not a bad thing, is it? You seem to like being afraid. [ He abruptly bites at the shell of Narumi's ear, dragging his tongue against the ridges of cartilage before he husks, ] It's a good look on you.
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Only, Narumi's fairly certain Fuuta isn't fighting what the costume wants at all. He watches, eyes shaking slightly as pieces of arm go flying this way and that, wanting to laugh in disdain at the way his heart still races as it goes clattering off in various directions, like it did an ounce of good in the first place.
Seems the decorative armor itself was never the true cause behind all of this, because even without it, the layer underneath compresses tight, holding him in place as Fuuta's robotic tail flits lightly around the increasingly tight fabric right over Narumi's crotch.
He will never be able to live this down, but he makes sure to look Fuuta in the eye, his jaw set as he makes a silent promise that if Fuuta ever thinks to bring this up, Narumi will make sure it's mutually insured destruction. He will absolutely remind Fuuta of ever little cringe thing he said or did in this moment.
Even if the embarrassment the boy will feel would pale in comparison to Narumi's own mortification as he lets out a quiet groan at the feeling of those fake fangs digging into his ear. ]
It's-- not.
[ That isn't in the script, but he can't help himself from rejecting Fuuta's assessment of him anyway. ]