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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
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COSTUME DEPARTMENT
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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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[Great, so he's good to go. Natori ducks back into the bathroom for a second just to wet a wad of the toilet paper, then pops back out to find his victim-patient has just trotted over the glass with no hesitation. Classic ayakashi behavior, honestly.
Natori holds back until he's sure Rokurou is done flinging glass all over the place, then carefully picks his way across a safe path to the chair.]
Yes, [he says bluntly, which is rich coming from the guy whose fault it was, then steels himself. He doesn't doubt Rokurou when he says to just yank, but he does have to figure out how to best protect himself when he does it, since he's not a freakish ayakashi. After a moment, he shrugs the skimpy robe off of his shoulders to get the slack necessary to wrap a hand up in it. The lizard is visible on his shoulder, just watching the proceedings. The tie of this robe is doing the monumental effort of keeping the whole thing from falling down entirely.] Alright, here goes. Three, two--
[On "two" he braces his free hand against Rou's bloody forehead and yanks the glass out. He tosses the upsettingly large shard into the nearby wastepaper basket (and confirms there's no waste paper in it while he's at it. Shame.)
Then he presses the wet wad of toilet paper against the nasty head wound. Progress!]
Edited (my phone tagging at work buddy you know my autocorrect shame) 2025-05-21 20:31 (UTC)
[ Rokurou is immediately distracted from the process of having glass yanked out of his skull. His gaze snaps over the shadow of—… a lizard…? Dumbfounded, he stares, blinks, and then begins to worry that he really has suffered some brain damage. Why does it seem to have moved a little? Is that his imagination? Is it just a tattoo? Why would a hot blonde get a random black lizard tattoo?
Splat. Some blood spits from the wound after the glass is drawn. Pain is something Rokurou is accustomed to; he only winces a little. With a wad of toilet paper sticking to his bloody forehead, he looks up at the other man, finally asking the question that’s needed an answer for a while now— ]
Why did you attack me?
[ Surely it can’t be because he thought someone was going to snatch his girlfriends… girlfriends who, judging by his sudden bout of violence, may have been extremely correct to leave. A good face can only cover up so much. ]
[Natori's only reaction to the spurt of blood is mild distaste; not like he's grossed out by the volume, but more like he doesn't want to get it on his fingers. And-- okay, maybe a little bit because he knows he's the one who caused the injury in the first place, and while it's not like he wasn't perfectly justified in jumping to conclusions, this guy has not killed him in revenge yet, so. Natori won't do anything so strong as apologize, but he can at least explain.]
...I thought you were attacking me first.
[After a moment, the sick lizard tattoo scurries down across his pec and back under the edge of the skimpy robe with a wet slithering sound. Rokurou can probably still track its progress through the gauzy fabric if he squints.]
I'm an exorcist, so it wouldn't be the first time. [He gestures at Rokurou with his free hand as if to encompass his obvious non-humanness, leaving the first time something like you charged at me to kill me merely implied.] ...Well, maybe the first time with a flower pot.
[ Ah, okay. It moved. That’s definitely a sign of brain damage.
He snaps back to reality at the word exorcist. His expression crumples, going from somewhat dazed from blood loss to the nose wrinkle of disgust after finding a smear of dog poop on the bottom of your shoe. Dog poop might be better—exorcists are a pain in the ass, and that was before a particular one rolled into his life here. His history is entrenched in it, his journey back home involved dealing with them, and now… he’s been assaulted with bathroom products twice. ]
Ugh… I should’ve known.
[ But… wait? Rokurou pauses, brightening with sudden realization. There’s a certain other exorcist here that gives him zero face as ~ayakashi~, claiming that he doesn’t count and snorting in derision at the fact that he’s only three years old by daemon standards. This exorcist, on the other hand… Rokurou puffs up and flashes a grin, showing off his sharpened teeth with a sudden burst of good cheer. ]
It’s okay, I get it. I am pretty threatening and intimidating. Only natural for an exorcist like you to get scared.
[ From nose wrinkle to “:>” in less than two minutes. ]
[That expression-- stepping in dog shit-- is about what he expects when he introduced himself as an exorcist to an ayakashi. It's the natural order of things, like cute girls screaming in excitement when they see him or hungover dudes needing to pee first thing in the morning. But there's a difference between the general dislike for exorcists and actual murderous malice, and Natori isn't getting any of the latter. Especially not when Rokurou starts talking up how very frightening he is. Man, why do so many ayakashi always insist that they're a big deal? At least Natsume's cat can actually do something, when he's not being a lazy drunk.]
[ ‼️ You… flick the daemon? You flick the daemon on the forehead? Rokurou’s expression scrunches back into something that can only be called petulant with lips pursed, brows furrowed, and cheeks a bit flushed.
He sulkily rubs his forehead where the crime took place. ]
Well, not right now.
[ He’s covered in blood and toilet paper! Of course he isn’t intimidating!!! This isn’t how he usually looks, at all!
No longer bleeding out with glass lodged in his forehead, he finally limps his way over to the bathroom to pee. He gives Natori a squint over his shoulder before closing the door, suspicious, ]
Can I piss, or are you gonna try to attack me when my pants are down?
Only if you lunge at me again, [he says, maybe a little defensively (if he says it sarcastically it's a joke and therefore not admitting fault?). But he's saying it to the closed door anyway, as if he's some sort of peeping tom attacking innocent ayakashi as they use the toilet! But... Natori wouldn't put that past a lot of exorcists, and Natori did crack his head open, so... Maybe he can't blame Ro for being on edge.
Natori looks back at the mess he's made of the trailer. He's not the neatest guy in the world, but he probably can at least pick up the glass so he doesn't cut his own feet open...]
--And see if you can find a dustpan while you're in there!
[By the time Ro comes out, Natori has picked up the largest shards, at least the ones that he can reach by standing on safe ground and carefully leaning over to pick out the big pieces.]
[ Ro peeks out from a crack in the door before stepping back into the belly of the trailer, wary that the other man will assault him with toilet paper in another spike of rage. But he seems perfectly innocent, checking out the shards of glass all over the floor, so the daemon returns with a small brush and dustpan in hand. Both of which he passes to Natori, because this was his fault! ]
Who are you, anyway? Other than an exorcist. [ he slides into the booth against the wall and starts plucking glass from his poor feet, ] And who were you looking for?
[ He’s made a lot of assumptions, he realizes. Maybe it wasn’t a girlfriend? Though those names had sounded distinctly feminine. ]
[Natori takes the dustpan without ego or argument. He spends a lot of his time crouched on the ground preparing spell circles, so he thinks nothing of doing so here, squatting down un-self-consciously despite his flimsy little robe dangerously close to showing off the goods. He's aware of Ro standing behind him, but the truth is he's better positioned to retaliate like this if Ro does try to attack him-- it wouldn't be ideal, but with Ro busy picking glass out of his feet he should have enough warning to get another batch of tp up if need be to protect him as he scratched out a spell circle on the ground. He does keep half of his attention focused on Ro as he gathers up the smaller shards, especially when he says:]
I'm Natori. [just in case the ayakashi here recognize his clan name; after a beat when that doesn't seem to be the case, he adds] I was trying to reach my familiars. Something seems to be blocking them.
[ Nope—there’s not a single twitch of recognition for his name. Rokurou continues to pluck shards of bloody glass from his feet, a little bored, while listening to the other man. By all accounts he should have demanded that Natori do this too, but that’s too risky. What if he turns out to be a feet guy?
He does look up at the comment about familiars. ]
Oh… are they animal familiars, like cats or dogs? [ he shrugs, ] They take away all of our stuff on arrival. They’re probably back in your house looking for you.
[Ro can keep his bloody nasty feet to himself, but if Natori needs to pretend to be into it to avoid having to pluck glass out... he'll at least consider it for a second.]
No, they're all humanoid. [But it isn't weird that Ro would ask; he knows some guys with weird tapir things or crows as their familiars.] So they're not really "stuff," but.
[He doesn't like picturing his shiki freaking out about his absence, so instead he dumps the contents of the dustpan into the trash with a little more oomf than strictly necessary.]
Who's "they"? The ones taking things away.
Edited (kit knows what youkai this is because she's ic) 2025-07-22 18:18 (UTC)
[ … so they are girlfriends? Though, Rokurou is not unfamiliar with exorcists enslaving malakhim to do their bidding, and isn’t a fan. He merely wrinkles his nose again as a piece of bloody foot glass tinks into the trash. ]
The house and resort staff. They’ve had my sword for over a year… tch, and I can’t find where they’re hiding it at all. I don’t know how much power the staff have, but the house is the boss around here.
[ He huffs, annoyed, leaning back now that he’s satisfied that his feet are mostly fine. ]
Before you ask — no, I haven’t ever seen it in person. I don’t think anyone has.
The "house," huh. [Natori poked at his beeping Watch this morning just enough to make it shut up, and so he's done little more than skim the rules of the game. That's still enough to get the gist: they're in some ayakashi's domain and have to play some sort of game involving cards and, uh, sex, which probably explains the skimpy robe. So now he has a name for the ayakashi in charge. And also some idea of a timeframe.] So it's been that long? That's annoying.
[Not for Ro on a personal level, but for what it means that as powerful an ayakashi as him hasn't been able to sort out where his sword is, much less find a way out of here. He really, really hopes his shiki aren't losing their minds.]
...Oh, so they're the ones who took my clothes, then? How do I get ahold of some shoes?
[Shoes take priority over pants if only because of all the glass around the room.]
There should be a place for you to get clothes somewhere. They always have a spot for new guests to grab a few things.
[ Rokurou turns to look out the back window of their trailer, because that spot is usually outside of the arrival accommodations but not held too far—and his gaze lands on the toilet paper still clinging to the glass like festive window clings.
Unbeknownst to him, that reporter is still trying to get a peek into their trailer. He’s currently lurking right outside the door, shoving his beak along the bottom crack, trying to sniff out what’s going on inside. More domestic abuse? Make-up sex? The people have to know!
[A place nearby, but apparently still outside, given the direction Rokurou is looking. Annoying... Strange that they would go through all this trouble of setting people up in these movie star trailers and then make them walk barefoot out on the ground to find real clothes. Unless he's supposed to throw a tantrum, ask if they know who he is and demand that some PA bring him clothes and a latte? As if Natori would ever do something like that, he thinks, ignoring that if he had succeeded at summoning his shiki he definitely would have sent one of them out to grab clothes for him.
Anyway. Rokurou is asking the valid questions about his TPing the inside of his own honeywagon.]
Oh, I guess you didn't notice before. There was someone sneaking around outside trying to take photos.
[He says it as he's unrolling another long stream of toilet paper off of the roll, as if he truly thinks that's the question Rokurou is asking. He tears off the toilet paper and makes one quick snapping motion like he's cracking a whip, and the paper obligingly smacks itself up against the underside of the door before plastering over the crack. Go away, birdie.]
Also, the Natori clan specializes in paper magic. You didn't happen to see any notepads or anything around here, did you?
[He would love to get his hands on literally any other paper product.]
[ No, he hadn’t seen the paparazzi, nor is that what he’s referring to. But watching Natori unroll toilet paper and use a spell to slap it against the bottom of the door silences any questions pretty quickly. He’s well aware that exorcists use spells, and who is he to judge someone’s clan specialty? ]
… no, but you can find that somewhere for sure.
[ Rokurou sighs before gingerly getting to his feet, deciding that they have no other choice but to leave the honeywagon for clothes, paper, and potentially a medic to make sure there’s no stray glass lodged into his skull. Without any further ado, he slams his bloody foot into trailer door, effectively sending the reporter still nosing at its cracks flying. Evidentially, this daemon has no problem strutting around outside with his tits out. ]
Alright, come on, let’s get you some clothes and paper. Follow me. No point in being shy around here.
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Natori holds back until he's sure Rokurou is done flinging glass all over the place, then carefully picks his way across a safe path to the chair.]
Yes, [he says bluntly, which is rich coming from the guy whose fault it was, then steels himself. He doesn't doubt Rokurou when he says to just yank, but he does have to figure out how to best protect himself when he does it, since he's not a freakish ayakashi. After a moment, he shrugs the skimpy robe off of his shoulders to get the slack necessary to wrap a hand up in it. The lizard is visible on his shoulder, just watching the proceedings. The tie of this robe is doing the monumental effort of keeping the whole thing from falling down entirely.] Alright, here goes. Three, two--
[On "two" he braces his free hand against Rou's bloody forehead and yanks the glass out. He tosses the upsettingly large shard into the nearby wastepaper basket (and confirms there's no waste paper in it while he's at it. Shame.)
Then he presses the wet wad of toilet paper against the nasty head wound. Progress!]
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Splat. Some blood spits from the wound after the glass is drawn. Pain is something Rokurou is accustomed to; he only winces a little. With a wad of toilet paper sticking to his bloody forehead, he looks up at the other man, finally asking the question that’s needed an answer for a while now— ]
Why did you attack me?
[ Surely it can’t be because he thought someone was going to snatch his girlfriends… girlfriends who, judging by his sudden bout of violence, may have been extremely correct to leave. A good face can only cover up so much. ]
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...I thought you were attacking me first.
[After a moment, the sick lizard tattoo scurries down across his pec and back under the edge of the skimpy robe with a wet slithering sound. Rokurou can probably still track its progress through the gauzy fabric if he squints.]
I'm an exorcist, so it wouldn't be the first time. [He gestures at Rokurou with his free hand as if to encompass his obvious non-humanness, leaving the first time something like you charged at me to kill me merely implied.] ...Well, maybe the first time with a flower pot.
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He snaps back to reality at the word exorcist. His expression crumples, going from somewhat dazed from blood loss to the nose wrinkle of disgust after finding a smear of dog poop on the bottom of your shoe. Dog poop might be better—exorcists are a pain in the ass, and that was before a particular one rolled into his life here. His history is entrenched in it, his journey back home involved dealing with them, and now… he’s been assaulted with bathroom products twice. ]
Ugh… I should’ve known.
[ But… wait? Rokurou pauses, brightening with sudden realization. There’s a certain other exorcist here that gives him zero face as ~ayakashi~, claiming that he doesn’t count and snorting in derision at the fact that he’s only three years old by daemon standards. This exorcist, on the other hand… Rokurou puffs up and flashes a grin, showing off his sharpened teeth with a sudden burst of good cheer. ]
It’s okay, I get it. I am pretty threatening and intimidating. Only natural for an exorcist like you to get scared.
[ From nose wrinkle to “:>” in less than two minutes. ]
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Mhm. Very intimidating.
[He flicks Rokurou's forehead.]
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He sulkily rubs his forehead where the crime took place. ]
Well, not right now.
[ He’s covered in blood and toilet paper! Of course he isn’t intimidating!!! This isn’t how he usually looks, at all!
No longer bleeding out with glass lodged in his forehead, he finally limps his way over to the bathroom to pee. He gives Natori a squint over his shoulder before closing the door, suspicious, ]
Can I piss, or are you gonna try to attack me when my pants are down?
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Natori looks back at the mess he's made of the trailer. He's not the neatest guy in the world, but he probably can at least pick up the glass so he doesn't cut his own feet open...]
--And see if you can find a dustpan while you're in there!
[By the time Ro comes out, Natori has picked up the largest shards, at least the ones that he can reach by standing on safe ground and carefully leaning over to pick out the big pieces.]
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Who are you, anyway? Other than an exorcist. [ he slides into the booth against the wall and starts plucking glass from his poor feet, ] And who were you looking for?
[ He’s made a lot of assumptions, he realizes. Maybe it wasn’t a girlfriend? Though those names had sounded distinctly feminine. ]
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I'm Natori. [just in case the ayakashi here recognize his clan name; after a beat when that doesn't seem to be the case, he adds] I was trying to reach my familiars. Something seems to be blocking them.
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He does look up at the comment about familiars. ]
Oh… are they animal familiars, like cats or dogs? [ he shrugs, ] They take away all of our stuff on arrival. They’re probably back in your house looking for you.
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No, they're all humanoid. [But it isn't weird that Ro would ask; he knows some guys with weird tapir things or crows as their familiars.] So they're not really "stuff," but.
[He doesn't like picturing his shiki freaking out about his absence, so instead he dumps the contents of the dustpan into the trash with a little more oomf than strictly necessary.]
Who's "they"? The ones taking things away.
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The house and resort staff. They’ve had my sword for over a year… tch, and I can’t find where they’re hiding it at all. I don’t know how much power the staff have, but the house is the boss around here.
[ He huffs, annoyed, leaning back now that he’s satisfied that his feet are mostly fine. ]
Before you ask — no, I haven’t ever seen it in person. I don’t think anyone has.
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[Not for Ro on a personal level, but for what it means that as powerful an ayakashi as him hasn't been able to sort out where his sword is, much less find a way out of here. He really, really hopes his shiki aren't losing their minds.]
...Oh, so they're the ones who took my clothes, then? How do I get ahold of some shoes?
[Shoes take priority over pants if only because of all the glass around the room.]
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[ Rokurou turns to look out the back window of their trailer, because that spot is usually outside of the arrival accommodations but not held too far—and his gaze lands on the toilet paper still clinging to the glass like festive window clings.
Unbeknownst to him, that reporter is still trying to get a peek into their trailer. He’s currently lurking right outside the door, shoving his beak along the bottom crack, trying to sniff out what’s going on inside. More domestic abuse? Make-up sex? The people have to know!
Back to Rokurou. He points. ]
What’s with the toilet paper?
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Anyway. Rokurou is asking the valid questions about his TPing the inside of his own honeywagon.]
Oh, I guess you didn't notice before. There was someone sneaking around outside trying to take photos.
[He says it as he's unrolling another long stream of toilet paper off of the roll, as if he truly thinks that's the question Rokurou is asking. He tears off the toilet paper and makes one quick snapping motion like he's cracking a whip, and the paper obligingly smacks itself up against the underside of the door before plastering over the crack. Go away, birdie.]
Also, the Natori clan specializes in paper magic. You didn't happen to see any notepads or anything around here, did you?
[He would love to get his hands on literally any other paper product.]
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… no, but you can find that somewhere for sure.
[ Rokurou sighs before gingerly getting to his feet, deciding that they have no other choice but to leave the honeywagon for clothes, paper, and potentially a medic to make sure there’s no stray glass lodged into his skull. Without any further ado, he slams his bloody foot into trailer door, effectively sending the reporter still nosing at its cracks flying. Evidentially, this daemon has no problem strutting around outside with his tits out. ]
Alright, come on, let’s get you some clothes and paper. Follow me. No point in being shy around here.