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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. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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[Rin, broom in hand as she "sweeps the temple steps" stops cold when she hears Miko's voice. Her whole body going rigid like a prey animal absolutely convinced that if she doesn't move the predator won't see her.
For the most part she's dressed much the same as Yae Miko. Her kosode uncharacteristically cut to show more skin, and the typical hakamas replaced with offensively flirty pleated skirts.]
No trouble.
[Defensive. An octave too high. Something is clearly amiss. Will the high priestess sniff it out?]
[Unfortunately for Tohsaka, Yae Miko is a fox and not a T-rex, and her attention is drawn by much more than just movement. Her ears twitch at the too-high protest, mouselike and fleeting as it is.
Though the broom in the girl's hands has already stilled as part of her hopeless bid to throw the stern head shrine maiden off the trail, Miko brings her hand to its handle, her palm and fingers caressing the apex of its fine hilt. In accordance with a seedy short film, the movement should be equally seedy and undeniably sexual, but she actually downplays the suggestiveness of the movement. Plenty can still be inferred - the wood is polished and her fingers are agile and sure, after all - but the subtlety of the gesture, as a creative choice, must just end up drawing more attention to it.]
Oh? Then you must be working very hard. Cleaning up messes and not making any, right? [Spoken like someone who already suspects the answer will be disappointing.] Well. Chin up. Chest out. Give me your report.
[Chest out. Tohsaka doesn't need to be told to wear an indignant frown as her eyes flit from Yae Miko's chest to her own. Whether it be their natural sizes, or an enhancement for the film, there is a clear and visual difference between them. Rin herself isn't flat by any means, but she's always felt smaller than she really is. Especially when compared to her sister.]
I've swept and mopped the inner floors, I've swept away the leaves and the flower petals rotting at the steps. I even...
[Her voice becomes a grumbled, hush thing. Barely audible as she tries covering up: "cleared out the twigs and rubble from accidentally breaking a tree branch on a statue".]
no how could i judge anyone for that...throwing stones from my glass house
[She knows--also from a previous encounter--that tough love at least appears much more effective than honey with this one. Gentleness isn't likely to have any effect unless it's deployed to disarm her. The terrifying head miko has no praise or positive reinforcement to offer. Instead, she clucks her tongue, and that suggestive grip on the broom handle turns firmer as she uses it to tug the young woman closer.]
What was that? I suppose you think these big, beautiful ears are just for show.
[There's no way that line isn't ad-libbed. The script couldn't have been written for a kitsune in advance, but beyond that...it just has more snap to it. It seems as though she'll happily be making line edits as they go. Miko's two jobs are mixed often enough, though she keeps them separate when propriety calls for it. It isn't called for now, when better writing might make this entire experience a little less painful and a little more fun.
... Though, if someone with a broader range of interests than the singularly focused titmouse had penned this one to begin with, they wouldn't have missed the opportunity to milk a switching out of that broken branch. More's the pity. She presses close, the warmth of her body the only warmth she radiates at all, the slightly feverish heat in her chest noticeable at proximity.]
This lack of respect must be why you don't receive many blessings. [You know..."blessings."]
[Tohsaka had barely even considered the scripted lines of her partner, and even if she had could she really be blamed when all thought escapes her brain the moment that sly pink fox leans in and makes her already "nearly falling free of its fabrics" chest more prominent. For a long, hard moment all Rin can do is stare. Her eyes full of wonder at how the warm weight and pliable shape would feel in the palm of her hands—
But then Yae Miko slips in a cold, hard insult. It drips down Rin's spine like an icy cold droplet rolling down the curve of her back. Like a startled cat, Rin bristles visibly in place and nearly turns into a trembling mess.]
Hey! It's not like that at all! A person can't help if all their nutrition sits up top or not!
[Rin leans back. An attempt for space to gather her thoughts and some fresh air, but there's really no escaping. Not from the scene, or Miko herself. The young, low-level shrine maiden is doomed with the way color rises to her face and heat pools in the pit of her gut.]
crawling back to log tags on my hands and knees after the siren song of truth or dare
[What a silly trope... she does hope that came along with the suggested dialogue lines and wasn't something of Rin's invention. It just teeters on that razor line of comical and buffoonish that makes this whole setup so silly.]
Are you implying that you're underfed in our care? How very ungrateful...assaulting priceless shrine property and our hospitality all in one day.
[The corner of her mouth twitches into a sly smile that is, at least, mostly acting.] Is it jealousy? Or would your behavior improve if you were taken in hand and given a good demonstration?
[As she tightens her grip to dislodge the broom from Rin's hand, Miko is reminded with a small wince (that the camera, focused elsewhere, likely will miss, but that Rin most certainly won't) that her costume's emphasis on her chest really is making her breasts ache. The pain intensifies like a growing fire, heat that feels like it can only be coaxed out by being taken in hand.] Give that here. You're done with work for today, but you'll still receive a lesson in properly respecting religious splendor.
[With Rin's hands hopefully now empty, her next step is to guide one to the swollen curve of her breast, both in guidance and in tacit communication of the issue.]
tbf my "all recent things first, prioritize AC" demons got me along with multi-day migraines
[If Rin were not an atheist perhaps she'd be having less trouble at the moment. Perhaps she could have faith that this was maybe a test or that some divine being would save her from this corny mess of a "film". Or perhaps she could have played her part better.
Instead she is turning a decent shade of red, turning her head away from the top priestess, and... yes. Massaging her breasts. Not just with the one hand that was guided to those lovely mammary mounds, but both of them. Her palms overflowing with the pliant and plush flesh of the woman that has more than one type of seniority on her. Tohsaka trembles — whether it be from nervousness or delight is unclear.
What is clear is that she's not retreating. Despite the way she seems hesitant, the young woman holds nothing back when it comes to carefully coddling those tits in a circular motion. Pressing in and pushing up. Slow and methodical movements meant to stimulate.
Gosh, why are they so big?! Rin knows it's because of the whole premise of this stupid film, but still! Envy rests heavy in her stomach and she's not sure she can separate it from the growing desire that mixes with it like milk does with tea. The size and weight of Miko in her hands is maddening. A miracle that she hasn't already expired on the spot.]
ugh i hope you're having fewer headache days now...and that surgery was the last cat nightmare.
[No, it's a valid question. Why are they so big? She can't even deny it now that her salaciously heaving breasts are the target of such precise and deliberate attention. Miko groans, throaty and approving, then lets out another sound on the hissing intake of her breath. It's a little startled but not quite pained, a response to the unfamiliar tightening of her inflamed skin. The single layer of fabric, no matter how soft or silky, can't obscure the hardening of her nipples or the flaring texture of her areolae beneath each reverent ministration. An echoing shiver answers the one coming from the excited, "disobedient" shrine maiden. If she's not careful, the maddening need to fulfill the hot-pulsing ache in her chest will go straight to her head...and she's very committed to her role.]
Good girl. [If her memory serves her (it usually does), the praise will be both stimulating and embarrassing.] There's the discipline you've been lacking. [Her knee slides forward, bracing itself between Rin's legs and holding firm. Her own balance is somewhat shaky and unsupported, so the entanglement, while ostensibly there to grind pressure between her flustered co-star's legs, also anchors her.]
Would you like to see? [There's just the slightest amount of damp culminating under Rin's palms. It's making her tingle, the feeling of letting down entirely foreign and dizzying. It's rare that she feels like enough attention to her breasts alone, no matter how attentive, could be enough to make her come eventually. Miko runs her tongue along her lower lip thoughtfully, hand moving to slowly withdraw herself from the costume barely holding her tits in, creating a window for hands to massage the hefty flesh skin-to-skin. She squeezes a little as she does, and groans a little in response to that squeeze.] Don't look away. Why don't you behold a sight that will truly turn you down the path of reverence?
[Miss Miko hits the nail on the head. The moment, good girl reaches Tohsaka's ears there's a hitch in her breath. Not long after that knee lodges itself against Rin's groin. It makes her whole body quiver with need. A silent lament that she won't allow herself to ask for more friction. Instead a dry swallow works the muscles of her throat as her eyes can't seem to tear away from Miko's magnificent mounds.]
You... [Voice faltering and breathless, Rin has to gather herself for a moment before she can actually complete that thought.]
You're leaking? That's— [Fuck. Yae licking her lips and groaning as she touches herself is almost too much. Rin wavers again, but picks back up eagerly:] Ah. Show me, Miko. I'll learn what it means to worship correctly.
[Will she? Will she be asked to help express those heavy handfuls, or will she be made to agonize in solitude while merely watching the head priestess find pleasure and ecstasy all by herself? One may be both punishment and gift, while the other... pure torture.]
I'm just as surprised as you are. [She chuckles a little, though the sound is breathless, closer to strained panting. And this, despite an otherwise stalwart commitment to the premise, is an atypically honest admittance from her. This is...unexpected, and as fun as she finds a little unexpected adventure now and then, she's also a bit vexed at the surprise change to her body. It's fine. The annoyance can just inform her performance.]
Which must be very, hm, considering how you're addressing me? [Surprisingly intimate, given both their roles and the kind of respectful address she'd made a great scene of enforcing before. The lapse should be treated as the transgression that it is, so perhaps there is a little punishment yet in order. There's time still to withhold the miraculous process that Tohsaka is about to witness.
Thankfully, the access she seeks is easy, costumes made to be torn away by brute passionate force or shoved aside by eager hands. The only thing that blocks the path to baring her bountiful breasts is the slight cling of silky fabric to wet skin. It still feels like it takes forever to fully pull both her breasts through the opening. Her nipples are swollen and darkened, beading at the tip where they're overflowing.]
Here, [she exhales in pleasurable agony, demonstrating how to massage them down and out and coax the milk free. It doesn't take much at all, spilling fast through her fingers--a waste, maybe, of this divine gift.] Do you see now?
👍 i endorse this title
For the most part she's dressed much the same as Yae Miko. Her kosode uncharacteristically cut to show more skin, and the typical hakamas replaced with offensively flirty pleated skirts.]
No trouble.
[Defensive. An octave too high. Something is clearly amiss. Will the high priestess sniff it out?]
girl you WROTE this title
Though the broom in the girl's hands has already stilled as part of her hopeless bid to throw the stern head shrine maiden off the trail, Miko brings her hand to its handle, her palm and fingers caressing the apex of its fine hilt. In accordance with a seedy short film, the movement should be equally seedy and undeniably sexual, but she actually downplays the suggestiveness of the movement. Plenty can still be inferred - the wood is polished and her fingers are agile and sure, after all - but the subtlety of the gesture, as a creative choice, must just end up drawing more attention to it.]
Oh? Then you must be working very hard. Cleaning up messes and not making any, right? [Spoken like someone who already suspects the answer will be disappointing.] Well. Chin up. Chest out. Give me your report.
DON'T YOU JUDGE ME FOR MIKO MILKIES
I've swept and mopped the inner floors, I've swept away the leaves and the flower petals rotting at the steps. I even...
[Her voice becomes a grumbled, hush thing. Barely audible as she tries covering up: "cleared out the twigs and rubble from accidentally breaking a tree branch on a statue".]
no how could i judge anyone for that...throwing stones from my glass house
What was that? I suppose you think these big, beautiful ears are just for show.
[There's no way that line isn't ad-libbed. The script couldn't have been written for a kitsune in advance, but beyond that...it just has more snap to it. It seems as though she'll happily be making line edits as they go. Miko's two jobs are mixed often enough, though she keeps them separate when propriety calls for it. It isn't called for now, when better writing might make this entire experience a little less painful and a little more fun.
... Though, if someone with a broader range of interests than the singularly focused titmouse had penned this one to begin with, they wouldn't have missed the opportunity to milk a switching out of that broken branch. More's the pity. She presses close, the warmth of her body the only warmth she radiates at all, the slightly feverish heat in her chest noticeable at proximity.]
This lack of respect must be why you don't receive many blessings. [You know..."blessings."]
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But then Yae Miko slips in a cold, hard insult. It drips down Rin's spine like an icy cold droplet rolling down the curve of her back. Like a startled cat, Rin bristles visibly in place and nearly turns into a trembling mess.]
Hey! It's not like that at all! A person can't help if all their nutrition sits up top or not!
[Rin leans back. An attempt for space to gather her thoughts and some fresh air, but there's really no escaping. Not from the scene, or Miko herself. The young, low-level shrine maiden is doomed with the way color rises to her face and heat pools in the pit of her gut.]
crawling back to log tags on my hands and knees after the siren song of truth or dare
Are you implying that you're underfed in our care? How very ungrateful...assaulting priceless shrine property and our hospitality all in one day.
[The corner of her mouth twitches into a sly smile that is, at least, mostly acting.] Is it jealousy? Or would your behavior improve if you were taken in hand and given a good demonstration?
[As she tightens her grip to dislodge the broom from Rin's hand, Miko is reminded with a small wince (that the camera, focused elsewhere, likely will miss, but that Rin most certainly won't) that her costume's emphasis on her chest really is making her breasts ache. The pain intensifies like a growing fire, heat that feels like it can only be coaxed out by being taken in hand.] Give that here. You're done with work for today, but you'll still receive a lesson in properly respecting religious splendor.
[With Rin's hands hopefully now empty, her next step is to guide one to the swollen curve of her breast, both in guidance and in tacit communication of the issue.]
tbf my "all recent things first, prioritize AC" demons got me along with multi-day migraines
Instead she is turning a decent shade of red, turning her head away from the top priestess, and... yes. Massaging her breasts. Not just with the one hand that was guided to those lovely mammary mounds, but both of them. Her palms overflowing with the pliant and plush flesh of the woman that has more than one type of seniority on her. Tohsaka trembles — whether it be from nervousness or delight is unclear.
What is clear is that she's not retreating. Despite the way she seems hesitant, the young woman holds nothing back when it comes to carefully coddling those tits in a circular motion. Pressing in and pushing up. Slow and methodical movements meant to stimulate.
Gosh, why are they so big?! Rin knows it's because of the whole premise of this stupid film, but still! Envy rests heavy in her stomach and she's not sure she can separate it from the growing desire that mixes with it like milk does with tea. The size and weight of Miko in her hands is maddening. A miracle that she hasn't already expired on the spot.]
ugh i hope you're having fewer headache days now...and that surgery was the last cat nightmare.
Good girl. [If her memory serves her (it usually does), the praise will be both stimulating and embarrassing.] There's the discipline you've been lacking. [Her knee slides forward, bracing itself between Rin's legs and holding firm. Her own balance is somewhat shaky and unsupported, so the entanglement, while ostensibly there to grind pressure between her flustered co-star's legs, also anchors her.]
Would you like to see? [There's just the slightest amount of damp culminating under Rin's palms. It's making her tingle, the feeling of letting down entirely foreign and dizzying. It's rare that she feels like enough attention to her breasts alone, no matter how attentive, could be enough to make her come eventually. Miko runs her tongue along her lower lip thoughtfully, hand moving to slowly withdraw herself from the costume barely holding her tits in, creating a window for hands to massage the hefty flesh skin-to-skin. She squeezes a little as she does, and groans a little in response to that squeeze.] Don't look away. Why don't you behold a sight that will truly turn you down the path of reverence?
🙏🙏🙏
You... [Voice faltering and breathless, Rin has to gather herself for a moment before she can actually complete that thought.]
You're leaking? That's— [Fuck. Yae licking her lips and groaning as she touches herself is almost too much. Rin wavers again, but picks back up eagerly:] Ah. Show me, Miko. I'll learn what it means to worship correctly.
[Will she? Will she be asked to help express those heavy handfuls, or will she be made to agonize in solitude while merely watching the head priestess find pleasure and ecstasy all by herself? One may be both punishment and gift, while the other... pure torture.]
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Which must be very, hm, considering how you're addressing me? [Surprisingly intimate, given both their roles and the kind of respectful address she'd made a great scene of enforcing before. The lapse should be treated as the transgression that it is, so perhaps there is a little punishment yet in order. There's time still to withhold the miraculous process that Tohsaka is about to witness.
Thankfully, the access she seeks is easy, costumes made to be torn away by brute passionate force or shoved aside by eager hands. The only thing that blocks the path to baring her bountiful breasts is the slight cling of silky fabric to wet skin. It still feels like it takes forever to fully pull both her breasts through the opening. Her nipples are swollen and darkened, beading at the tip where they're overflowing.]
Here, [she exhales in pleasurable agony, demonstrating how to massage them down and out and coax the milk free. It doesn't take much at all, spilling fast through her fingers--a waste, maybe, of this divine gift.] Do you see now?
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