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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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[ That actually gets a huffed chuckle from Xue Yang, strained though it is. Someone who's willing to fuck him only for the sake of Game 52? That's an attitude he understands. Someone who would just help for no apparent reason is much more suspicious in his eyes. ]
4 of clubs. That do it for you?
[ He's not going to bother asking in response; no matter what it is, it doesn't change anything for Xue Yang. Right now he needs a body, not a new card. ]
Ahh, [Matoba hums, the corner of his mouth lifting.] A card I do not yet have. It does indeed.
And a fellow Club, [He adds thoughtfully, and raises a hand up to slip under his outer haori and to the knot of his obi on his back.] We seem to attract one another, in my experience. There is a certain sort who is chosen by the Clubs suit. Does that mean we have something in common?
[Likes the sound of his own voice, or is hoping to distract Xue Yang from something? Whatever it is, the man takes steps to strip as he speaks, first loosening the knot of his obi, unwinding it from his hips and letting his kimono unfurl, then tugging free the tie of the juban inside. A sliver of pale skin under parted layers bares itself from his throat as everything billows open and leads enticingly downward, just waiting to be fully parted by hands. One fell swoop and they all could be pushed from his shoulders. But instead of approaching to offer himself up, he remains standing in place before the other man hunched over on the ground. Will Xue Yang come to him?]
I have one rule before we begin, if you don't mind.
[ Normally far from a difficult task, Xue Yang is finding himself struggling to listen to the words as those clothes loosen and fall step by step. With the pollen's poison set in so deeply every part of him is sore, seeking for the relief of another person's body against his. Each movement brings the aching in his body closer to the forefront of his mind and pulls it away from what's actually being said. He recognizes the words, and the question when it's asked, but if they're meant to distract him or get an answer they're failing spectacularly at both. All that registers is that there's nothing important to respond to, and a second later, he's forgotten what the question even was.
The mention of a rule catches him though, a small snag that he manages to keep from slipping through his fingers and falling out of his mind like the rest of the words, aided by the way that no further undressing seems to be happening in front of him. Even with the pause, it takes Xue Yang an extra few seconds to drag his focus back enough to process and reply to the sentence. ]
I can't say if I'll-- [ his speech goes unsteady for a moment as his focus slips and recovers ] --mind it without knowing the rule.
[ He is indeed attempting to close the distance himself, eyes locked on that strip of skin rather than the man's face. His movement is inhibited by the toxin, more crawling than steps though not clearly one or the other. Even if it doesn't hurt it's still a struggle to push through. At this point he isn't even trying to undress himself. ]
[Behind his loosened kimono, Matoba hooks his thumbs into and rolls down his boxer-briefs from his hips, letting them drop, with the sway of robes over the edges of his shoulders giving peeks and glances tempting the goal Xue Yang desires behind them. A sliver of thigh, a glimpse of naked chest.]
This eyepatch, [He enunciates clearly, raising fingertips to the edges of the paper spell that covered his right eye behind his bangs. It crinkles lightly beneath them, and as casually as he speaks, Matoba is watching for any sign of recognition or balking from Xue Yang at the sight of the repellent ward spell written over it.] Do not make any attempts to touch, or remove it.
[His voice then lowers to an intimate tone, stopped just before Xue Yang's bent-over form with the edges of his clothes nearly brushing. Close enough for scent to raise to the other man, close enough to be tempting him like a steak before a starving dog. Confidence, unspoken, that he could handle the man, should he be displeased with the outcome.] ...Is that acceptable for you?
[ Oh, Xue Yang wants to focus on that. There's some extra dilation of interest in his eyes as his gaze alights on the paper; he might not be able to tell exactly what it is for or how it works, especially half-obscured like that, but he recognizes derivatives of seal script when he sees them.
But despite his intellectual curiosity, his body is still being subjected to a poison that is (allegedly) going to literally kill him if he continues to go without sex. Like a lost traveler in a desert drawing near to an oasis, he can't spare very much mind to his company even if he tries to force himself to.
He's already trying to grab those robes before he manages to get the words out of his mouth. ]
Yeah--fine. No seal-breaking. Got it.
[ Is it a seal? It's probably a seal. "Don't remove" usually means a seal.
And then, as if underscoring just how desperate he is, Xue Yang--who has a very strong dislike of the tastes associated with putting a cock in his mouth--is trying to initiate a blowjob. ]
[A double-whammy of surprises, Matoba's eyebrow scarcely has time to lift all the way before his reaction to Xue Yang's words is overwritten by reaction to the man raising up enough to burrow under his kimono and get his mouth on his cock, instead.]
[Not that he minds a man who takes initiative. He was just as ready to put this man on his back and relieve a little of that pressure he must be feeling beneath his own clothes, but when he is so eager, why not see what he will do under his own power? Matoba's eye relaxes to a half-lid to watch, slipping his fingertips under the hems of one side and drawing away half of his clothes to give Xue Yang a little more room to work with beneath them.]
[Unfortunately, even if his mouth is busy, Matoba's is not. A fatal flaw in this plan.]
Almost, [He comments almost as if an aside, after a few moments of letting the man at his cock. A slow breath shudders out of him as Xue Yang gets to work, relaxation thickening in his veins and filling his soft cock out slowly.] This seal is not to keep something in. It is to keep something out.
[ Xue Yang gives a hum that's the equivalent of "that's very interesting and I would love to ask more but currently my mouth is occupied in the pursuit of saving my own life and my mind is similarly muddled so any questioning will have to wait", or perhaps "humming makes the blowjob better, right?". Could go either way at this point.
His grip on the man's legs is perhaps a little stronger than it needs to be, but Xue Yang is actively holding himself up like this. His weakness is betrayed in the way his hands and fingers occasionally tremble as if struggling with something requiring a great effort, and his legs do similarly underneath him. Regardless of that he's at least managing for now and he can feel his efforts starting to pay off with the shifting shape. He can tell he himself is already salivating heavily, but he probably had started that back when the clothes first started coming off. He bobs his head, swirls his tongue a bit, and even lowers his head as far as he can manage for several seconds before having to pull back. He doesn't want to risk letting go to use a hand at this point.
He's never been this eager to give a blowjob before and the part of him that's still lucid enough to acknowledge that is finding it very uncanny. ]
[The hum does feel nice, yes. And yet, any hint of impatience gleaned from it only makes Matoba smile a little wider. Shouldn't he get away with what he can while the man is so occupied?]
[There's at least enough to grip into over Matoba's thighs that Xue Yang can get a decent purchase, fingers into flesh, leaving red marks over skin. Matoba doesn't necessarily mind that; desperation was a fine way to whet one's appetite, as shows in the man's eagerness over his cock. A deep plunge and teasing over the tip has Matoba hard soon enough between his lips, hand moving from drawing his hems back to instead perching atop the man's head as he bobs, not forcing (not yet), but lightly directing. Precum stains over each drag of Xue Yang's tongue, the clammy scent and taste of sex mixing with his saliva.]
[The more his arousal is piqued, Matoba's hips lightly begin to rock against the lips over him, an easygoing rhythm that Xue Yang, who is barely staying up, could keep up with, with the hand atop his head keeping him in place. Matoba is in no rush to stop him if he's finding himself enjoying the act; he isn't the one under duress. But Xue Yang is going to have to cave to the promise of relief eventually if his body is already barely able to keep itself up. ]
[ The taste of precum reminds Xue Yang of just why he normally dislikes giving blowjobs, but he's not stopping yet. At this point he'd probably be jerking himself off as well if he thought he could stay upright without holding on, but he's doubtful with his current state. Despite his frustration, he can't really make himself pull back off either, and not (just) because of that hand.
The movement and the deepening smell increase his arousal, pushing it not just to the point of the pollen settling in but also reaching deeper, stoking something that goes beyond just the poisoning symptoms. He has no idea how close or far either of them is to orgasm so he pauses his mouth enough to give an awkward, nearly-unintelligible half-mumble around the intrusion, ]
Mouth or ass?
[ before he's continuing as if he hadn't said anything.
Is oral sex enough to clear it? Given how much he's been driven to put his mouth on a cock, he's inclined to guess the answer is a yes. He can handle himself afterwards if he has to. ]
[This time, Matoba's eyebrow gets its time to raise fully.]
You're going to have to be more specific, [He says first and then, after another moment to consider further, offers,] Oh, you are expecting me to penetrate you.
[There is a slight tone of disappointment to that realization. Has he assumed incorrectly?... He had certainly expected to provide this man in the throes of forced arousal a means to relieve himself before he was set upon with mouth. Well, Matoba is prepared to do what he must (the bottom commune continues to prove a flawed conception).... But he finally answers the question posed to him:] Mouth.
[He is still far enough off that Xue Yang will have to work for it, though. Visibly, he seems to be calculating something behind that eye of his. (What if he just throws the man back down in the grass after all...)]
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4 of clubs. That do it for you?
[ He's not going to bother asking in response; no matter what it is, it doesn't change anything for Xue Yang. Right now he needs a body, not a new card. ]
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And a fellow Club, [He adds thoughtfully, and raises a hand up to slip under his outer haori and to the knot of his obi on his back.] We seem to attract one another, in my experience. There is a certain sort who is chosen by the Clubs suit. Does that mean we have something in common?
[Likes the sound of his own voice, or is hoping to distract Xue Yang from something? Whatever it is, the man takes steps to strip as he speaks, first loosening the knot of his obi, unwinding it from his hips and letting his kimono unfurl, then tugging free the tie of the juban inside. A sliver of pale skin under parted layers bares itself from his throat as everything billows open and leads enticingly downward, just waiting to be fully parted by hands. One fell swoop and they all could be pushed from his shoulders. But instead of approaching to offer himself up, he remains standing in place before the other man hunched over on the ground. Will Xue Yang come to him?]
I have one rule before we begin, if you don't mind.
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The mention of a rule catches him though, a small snag that he manages to keep from slipping through his fingers and falling out of his mind like the rest of the words, aided by the way that no further undressing seems to be happening in front of him. Even with the pause, it takes Xue Yang an extra few seconds to drag his focus back enough to process and reply to the sentence. ]
I can't say if I'll-- [ his speech goes unsteady for a moment as his focus slips and recovers ] --mind it without knowing the rule.
[ He is indeed attempting to close the distance himself, eyes locked on that strip of skin rather than the man's face. His movement is inhibited by the toxin, more crawling than steps though not clearly one or the other. Even if it doesn't hurt it's still a struggle to push through. At this point he isn't even trying to undress himself. ]
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[Behind his loosened kimono, Matoba hooks his thumbs into and rolls down his boxer-briefs from his hips, letting them drop, with the sway of robes over the edges of his shoulders giving peeks and glances tempting the goal Xue Yang desires behind them. A sliver of thigh, a glimpse of naked chest.]
This eyepatch, [He enunciates clearly, raising fingertips to the edges of the paper spell that covered his right eye behind his bangs. It crinkles lightly beneath them, and as casually as he speaks, Matoba is watching for any sign of recognition or balking from Xue Yang at the sight of the repellent ward spell written over it.] Do not make any attempts to touch, or remove it.
[His voice then lowers to an intimate tone, stopped just before Xue Yang's bent-over form with the edges of his clothes nearly brushing. Close enough for scent to raise to the other man, close enough to be tempting him like a steak before a starving dog. Confidence, unspoken, that he could handle the man, should he be displeased with the outcome.] ...Is that acceptable for you?
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But despite his intellectual curiosity, his body is still being subjected to a poison that is (allegedly) going to literally kill him if he continues to go without sex. Like a lost traveler in a desert drawing near to an oasis, he can't spare very much mind to his company even if he tries to force himself to.
He's already trying to grab those robes before he manages to get the words out of his mouth. ]
Yeah--fine. No seal-breaking. Got it.
[ Is it a seal? It's probably a seal. "Don't remove" usually means a seal.
And then, as if underscoring just how desperate he is, Xue Yang--who has a very strong dislike of the tastes associated with putting a cock in his mouth--is trying to initiate a blowjob. ]
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[Not that he minds a man who takes initiative. He was just as ready to put this man on his back and relieve a little of that pressure he must be feeling beneath his own clothes, but when he is so eager, why not see what he will do under his own power? Matoba's eye relaxes to a half-lid to watch, slipping his fingertips under the hems of one side and drawing away half of his clothes to give Xue Yang a little more room to work with beneath them.]
[Unfortunately, even if his mouth is busy, Matoba's is not. A fatal flaw in this plan.]
Almost, [He comments almost as if an aside, after a few moments of letting the man at his cock. A slow breath shudders out of him as Xue Yang gets to work, relaxation thickening in his veins and filling his soft cock out slowly.] This seal is not to keep something in. It is to keep something out.
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His grip on the man's legs is perhaps a little stronger than it needs to be, but Xue Yang is actively holding himself up like this. His weakness is betrayed in the way his hands and fingers occasionally tremble as if struggling with something requiring a great effort, and his legs do similarly underneath him. Regardless of that he's at least managing for now and he can feel his efforts starting to pay off with the shifting shape. He can tell he himself is already salivating heavily, but he probably had started that back when the clothes first started coming off. He bobs his head, swirls his tongue a bit, and even lowers his head as far as he can manage for several seconds before having to pull back. He doesn't want to risk letting go to use a hand at this point.
He's never been this eager to give a blowjob before and the part of him that's still lucid enough to acknowledge that is finding it very uncanny. ]
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[There's at least enough to grip into over Matoba's thighs that Xue Yang can get a decent purchase, fingers into flesh, leaving red marks over skin. Matoba doesn't necessarily mind that; desperation was a fine way to whet one's appetite, as shows in the man's eagerness over his cock. A deep plunge and teasing over the tip has Matoba hard soon enough between his lips, hand moving from drawing his hems back to instead perching atop the man's head as he bobs, not forcing (not yet), but lightly directing. Precum stains over each drag of Xue Yang's tongue, the clammy scent and taste of sex mixing with his saliva.]
[The more his arousal is piqued, Matoba's hips lightly begin to rock against the lips over him, an easygoing rhythm that Xue Yang, who is barely staying up, could keep up with, with the hand atop his head keeping him in place. Matoba is in no rush to stop him if he's finding himself enjoying the act; he isn't the one under duress. But Xue Yang is going to have to cave to the promise of relief eventually if his body is already barely able to keep itself up. ]
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The movement and the deepening smell increase his arousal, pushing it not just to the point of the pollen settling in but also reaching deeper, stoking something that goes beyond just the poisoning symptoms. He has no idea how close or far either of them is to orgasm so he pauses his mouth enough to give an awkward, nearly-unintelligible half-mumble around the intrusion, ]
Mouth or ass?
[ before he's continuing as if he hadn't said anything.
Is oral sex enough to clear it? Given how much he's been driven to put his mouth on a cock, he's inclined to guess the answer is a yes. He can handle himself afterwards if he has to. ]
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You're going to have to be more specific, [He says first and then, after another moment to consider further, offers,] Oh, you are expecting me to penetrate you.
[There is a slight tone of disappointment to that realization. Has he assumed incorrectly?... He had certainly expected to provide this man in the throes of forced arousal a means to relieve himself before he was set upon with mouth. Well, Matoba is prepared to do what he must (the bottom commune continues to prove a flawed conception).... But he finally answers the question posed to him:] Mouth.
[He is still far enough off that Xue Yang will have to work for it, though. Visibly, he seems to be calculating something behind that eye of his. (What if he just throws the man back down in the grass after all...)]