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Denver had finally landed a job. He was going to star in porn. Being big, handsome, and very much in shape as the lion was, it was something he'd figured he could do to afford a little more food than noodles and rice while studying. Not to mention he'd get to have his hands all over some of the hottest women he could imagine!

Yet when he opened the letter, his excitement turned into frustration. The company was named Eggplant Productions. That was one hint. Their logo was a very phallic eggplant, with two round fruit he didn't recognize next to it. That was _another_hint. And finally, just under the logo, in an elegant font that mimicked handwriting, it said "Purveyors of Fine Homosexual Erotica," as if it needed any more clarifying. Denver's shoulders slumped with a sigh.

Sure, he was little bisexual. He usually thought of himself as something along the lines of 95% straight, and exclusively a top when it came to other men. But he didn't ever think of himself as attracted to men. No, with the few exceptions he made, it was always a good friend who he liked enough despite his gender. More than that, though, men were easy. If he wanted to, he could go the local bar and probably leave with a whole harem of horny bottoms. Women were a lot trickier, at least in general, requiring a little more finesse. That was why he'd hoped he'd get to have sex with them as a job.

Then again, this one did seem to pay well, he realized. Well enough that the number cited at the bottom of the document made his eyes go wide with surprise. "With a chance for frequent bonuses based on performance," it said, in unambiguous writing. For that price, he could manage to fuck another dude no problem. It wasn't as if an ass didn't feel fantastic around him, he just usually preferred a round, feminine one. Either way, it'd pay for his university and then some, and in the end, even if someone was fiercely opposed to gay sex - which Denver definitely wasn't - it wasn't really any different than selling your body working stock at a grocery store, and nobody got off to that.

Well, it'd be fine as long as they'd let him wear a mask or something, so his eventual future girlfriend and children didn't stumble upon tapes of him pounding other men. Denver picked up the phone and hesitated only briefly before giving the studio a call, and was immediately invited to come have his "job interview". The person on the other end, who never gave Denver his name, had an almost feminine voice. Soft, borderline girly, pleasant to listen to. Maybe if it was someone like that he got to fuck, it wouldn't be bad at all.

Sure enough, after a few more hours of studying, and distracting himself by idly browsing the Internet in between, it was time to head off. Denver got into his old beater of a car and drove. Perhaps not surprisingly, the studio was in the most run-down and disused part of the city's industrial area that it could possibly be, behind a paper factory, in what might've once been the headquarters of a reputable business. Denver parked, steeled himself, and went inside.

He was greeted by a bouncy little snow leopard, and two huskies. The feline, who introduced himself as Cypress answered the door dressed in nothing but a _very_short skirt. The dogs, in turn, were tweaking a pair of cameras and lights.

"Denver, right? Great! I'll be your co-star for the evening," Cypress smiled, practically buzzing with excitement. He was androgynous at best, with narrow shoulders and a round, shapely rump, and Denver let out an internal sigh of relief at the sight of him. He'd been worried that he'd have to force himself to cum through sheer friction, but with a cute little cat like him, well, he doubted it'd be a problem. Worse come to worst, he could always imagine he was a girl.

"Oh, and these two, don't mind them. Film crew. Just pretend they're not there!" he added, gesturing towards the pair of huskies.

Cypress then filled Denver in on the details. There was no strict plot to follow. It was a simple test for him, and the result would be uploaded onto a porn site rather than published as a video or anything. "There's always demand for the pure sex kind of stuff," the snow leopard explained. "Some people just want to see a thick, juicy cock under someone's tail. They don't need a story to go with it."

Fair enough, though Denver couldn't help but wonder how exactly they'd make enough money to pay him the salary they'd promised, not to mention the two cameramen. His question was answered when the cat pulled out a check book.

"Oh? Yeah, don't worry, the boss authorized me to handle this part too," he giggled, while scribbling some numbers. "What was your name again? Denver... what? Oh, right. Let me just write that down... and there you go!" he beamed, handing a filled-in check to the lion.

"Now, let's go earn that money!" he smiled, gesturing at Denver to follow him into the back room. It was decorated like a... college dorm, if Denver had to guess from the threadbare décor and gaming stuff scattered all over.

"Okay, so what do I do?" he asked, trying his best to appear professional.

"Well, first I just lay here, gaming. Then you walk in, strip, pull my skirt up, and go to town. You know, fuck me until you cum. If you cum quickly, that's a bonus, we like pretending my ass is really good. Oh, it's alright, we're all clean, no issues there," Cypress explained, bouncing onto the couch that several cameras were already pointing at. He picked up a joypad and began to randomly mash the buttons, despite the fact that it wasn't actually connected to anything.

"That's it? Right now?" Denver asked. He had been expecting an interview, or anything, but it seemed the way this place operated was straight to the action.

"Yep! And off the record, I really need a good hard cock in me right about now," the cat grinned, grinding suggestively against the couch. "Oh, one more thing. You can wear these-" he said, tossing something to Denver who just barely managed to catch it. "-sunglasses, if you're not comfortable with people seeing your face. You will be, though, eventually. Hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?"

He gave Denver his broadest smile, struck a pose that had him pushing his ass out suggestively, and blew a kiss to the lion. "Just take a moment and get hard for me. I'll get ready. You know, lube and everything. So, you can just slide right in!"

Cypress stretched out on the sofa, in some kind of yoga-looking exercise that could just as well be thought of as him presenting himself, offering that round bubble-butt up for the nearest man. He squeezed a bit of clear, viscous lube onto his fingers, and as Denver watched, they disappeared under his far too short skirt.

Thankfully, Denver felt a familiar pang of arousal, despite the nerves he was feeling. The leopard was just feminine enough that his body responded the way he wanted it to; his cock swelled, if slowly, in his pants as he watched his co-star finger the lube into himself before settling down onto the couch, focused on pretending to play a game. That was Denver's que, he supposed, and the two huskies impatiently gestured at him to get to it already.

Okay. Game face on. Just keep going unless he tells you to stop, Den. You've got this, Denver thought. He approached Cypress with an exaggerated swagger while he was "distracted", focusing on his barely concealed ass and letting the sight fill his cock with blood. He had no idea what he'd say if was actually in a situation like that, so it was good that nobody had asked him to say anything. Instead, he unbuttoned his pants with feigned confidence, and pulled them down, letting his cock spring free. One of the huskies rushed to him for a close-up, which made Denver feel rather pleased. He'd always been proud of his cock. He was some eight inches, give or take, and certainly thick enough to please. He flexed his shaft, letting it bounce for the camera, before joining the cat on the couch, and grabbing his cheeks firmly.

To be perfectly fair to himself, Denver did have to admit that the leopard had a kind of draw to him. Some subtle quality that made Denver want to fuck him despite the fact that he was a man, too. Or maybe he was just pent up.

Either way, he moved as if what he was doing was the most natural thing in the world, and in a way, it was, sliding a finger under the snow leopard's tail and through that tight, clutching ring of muscle. For a porn star, Denver was pleasantly surprised by just tight he was.

"Mm, help yourself, big boy," Cypress huffed, and Denver couldn't help but shudder, feeling that growing need to fuck something in his loins as he felt his co-star squeeze his fingers tightly. Not doing any foreplay felt wrong, but then again, he wasn't here to be a lover. He was here to be a porn star, and nobody needed foreplay in porn.

With a growl, he pulled his finger out and pushed the cat's skirt up, baring his relaxed-looking pink pucker. The cameramen made sure to catch a good shot of that, too, before motioning for Denver to continue. He positioned his rock-hard cock at the leopard's hole, and then gave a thrust, groaning as that incredibly tight ass swallowed him up.

"O-oh fuck, you're so big," the cat moaned, maybe exaggerating a little, though it wasn't _all_an act. Denver could smell his arousal, even if he had no plans on stroking his cock or anything, unless asked. "Fuck me!"

From that point on, it was all very natural despite the fundamental falseness of the act. Despite being put on for a camera, none of it felt fake, least of all the amazing feelings in his cock. The sucking, squeezing tightness of the other male's ass guided Denver's hips along, telling him what to do in no uncertain terms, and the lion was happy to oblige, rocking his hips as he pounded deeper and faster into him. It felt good enough that he soon found himself throbbing, nearing his orgasm surprisingly fast. What was it the leopard had told him again? That it was alright to cum quickly? It was a little embarrassing - usually he lasted much longer - but on the other hand, if he could just let go and enjoy it... well, he didn't have much of a choice. Denver could already feel his balls starting to tighten.

"God, yes, fill me up! Fuck me full of your c-cum!" Cypress wailed, wrapping his long, soft tail around Denver's waist and squeezing very deliberately, making sure he was massaging every inch of the lion's cock. "Oh, God. I'm going to cum all over your big hard cock!"

"You asked for it," Denver growled in response. He sped up, his thrusts growing fast and frantic as he rutted into the smaller male, feeling his soft ass ripple with each bump of his hips.

Then, they were both cumming. In a flash of blinding pleasure, Denver hilted inside the snow leopard's ass, and the feeling was like an electric surge going through him. He felt him clench around his cock in quick rhythm, and he ground against him, trying to get his spasming, throbbing cock deeper as the first thick rope of cum erupted into him. It was overwhelming. He couldn't even see straight with how hard he was cumming, only vaguely aware of the camera zooming in at their union as he painted the other male's insides with his warm, plentiful seed.

"...and cut!" one of the huskies exclaimed. "That was great, you really gave it to him hard. You're a natural."

Denver felt proud, if very drained, like the snow leopard had not only drained his cum, but his very energy, leaving him soft and weak. He pulled out, slowly, savoring the last few seconds of the leopard's warmth around him. The smell of gay sex lingered in the air, his partner's cum among them. Yet, the snow leopard himself seemed more energized than anything, excitedly turning around.

"That was awesome," Cypress panted. "Come by tomorrow for another shoot. You'll be starring with another guy, but I bet you'll do great either way. Now, you should head home to get some rest. Water, too."

"We're... done?" he huffed.

"Yep. I assume you two got some good shots, right?" he turned towards the two huskies, who nodded happily. Denver couldn't help but notice that the two had rather prominent bulges, and briefly, ever so briefly, he wondered how they'd feel in his hand. Then he shook his head.

"Well thanks. New guy tomorrow, huh. Is he anything like you?" Denver asked.

"More of a twink, if I remember correctly. He's a snow leopard too, though, so you'll feel right at home," Cypress grinned. He rushed to steady Denver when the lion stood up and his knees almost buckled. Not only was he surprised at how strong the smaller male was, but also at just how drained he felt.

"Sure you're okay to drive?" Cypress asked.

The dizziness passed quickly. "Yeah. I'm alright. I'll see you... maybe?"

"You will, eventually. Just not this week! Have a lovely night," the snow leopard beamed.

With that, Denver was soon in his car, driving the short distance back home. He felt weird,_and not only because he'd just participated in gay porn to make money. No, he felt a little weaker. As if he'd exhausted himself so badly pounding into Cypress' ass that he'd _lost a bit of muscle mass.

Nah. That can't happen. You're just surprised by how much you liked it, he told himself. It's not like you've ever been totally straight.

Still. Upon arriving home, he inspected himself in the mirror, just to make sure. Surely, he'd had more of a six-pack, before? His biceps had almost certainly been a bit thicker. Then again, it had been a few months since he last checked himself out, and he'd not been as diligent about his gym days as he had, lately.

You're being very silly right now, Denden, he thought, imitating his mother's voice in his head, and she, a disembodied mental simulacrum as she was, was entirely correct.

With a yawn, Denver collapsed into bed, and subsequent deep, dark, dreamless sleep.

When he woke up, it was to the rather familiar sensation of his erection tenting the sheets, a small wet patch already having formed where his tip rubbed against the cotton. He felt great, though. Great enough that he brushed aside the fact that his formerly impressive eight inches had seemingly shrunk down to a barely above average six. Probably just too satisfied after the other day to really get raging hard.

Once more, Denver sat down to study, but try as he might, his thoughts kept drifting back to yesterday. In particular, there was one thing: How loudly the snow leopard - Cypress - had moaned under him. Did getting fucked really feel that good? The lion squirmed a little in his seat. It wasn't something he was ever going to try, but that didn't stop him from wondering about it. How it _might_feel, in pure theory, raising his tail for another male and letting him push his rock-hard cock into him.

It wasn't anything for him, though. Just something curious to think about, Denver concluded, forcing his drifting mind back on the task at hand; studying until his next shoot at the studio, no matter how hard he got wondering who he'd be fucking next.

Time passed, and before he knew it, the lion was pulling up in the porn studio's parking lot. The two huskies were there just like before, giving him a pair of approving nods as he stepped inside. No Cypress, though - instead he was greeted by a more masculine snow leopard. This one was distinctly male, if a little on the skinny side. He was also stark naked but for a towel around his shoulders, and his average cock looked anything but average the way it bounced as he moved to meet his new co-star.

"Hey there. I'm Briar," he said, extending a hand with a grin that almost struck Denver as predatory."Cypress told me all about you. Apparently, you're fine with just skipping straight to the action?"

"Well, it was his idea last time," Denver replied. "But yes, if you're fine with that, I am too."

In truth, his cock was achingly hard, which was actually a surprise to the lion. Briar was definitely a man, and yet, he felt attracted to him. Everything from his toned, muscular stomach to the tight little ass he'd be putting to use. Still, that wasn't unusual. What was_unusual was that Denver thought his cock looked beautiful, too. It was thick, and the way it throbbed... it was like it was _demanding - and getting - the lion's attention.

"You want to be on top again?" Briar asked, as if reading Denver's mind.

"O-oh, yeah. I'm kind of an exclusive top. Just doing this for the money, really," Denver replied, blushing a little as he realized he'd been staring.

"Alright. Well, just let us know if you ever want to try the other end of things," Briar smiled. "Who knows, you might like it?" he added, and then continued before Denver could reply. "Let's get ready then. We've reworked the set since last time, it's like a locker room today. I'll be there, just like this, and you walk up to me. We trade some cheesy lines, we kiss, and then you fuck me over a bench. How's that sound?"

As it turned out, given the context, it sounded pretty reasonable. Denver's cock agreed, and soon he was reliving his teenage years, walking into a locker room after the camera guys doused him with a spray bottle to make him look damp and sweaty. He found Briar sitting there doing stretches, ones that coincidentally left him with his ass bared for the camera.

"Great game, bro," Briar quipped, turning around as he supposedly heard the lion approach. "How about a post-game workout?"

"You read my mind, bro," Denver replied. "Seeing an ass like yours, anyone would need a good workout."

Thankfully, he wasn't one to generally blush, because trying his hardest to manage some sort of role-appropriate horny lines would've had his face a rather deep red, otherwise. Still, cheesy as it was, there was certainly some truth to it. The snow leopard's spotty rump, and in particular the perfect, tasty-looking pink pucker nestled between those cheeks easily made all the blood in his head rush to his cock instead.

Since when are you that horny for other men, Denver, his inner voice questioned him, but he was already moving behind his twinky lover-to-be, and he - to his surprise - realized that he really wanted to fuck him, and not just because he was getting paid to do it on camera. Then, Denver also realized that he'd forgotten his sunglasses, which meant they'd be able to see his face on the video... but that didn't feel too important compared to the firm ass he soon found himself grinding against, letting his rigid erection slip between those perfectly-formed asscheeks. When a thrust had his tip nudge into the snow leopard's entrance, he shuddered, and thrust more firmly. Slowly, he felt Briar's pucker yield for him, stretching the other feline open, and the sensation was exquisite enough to make every muscle in his body stiffen in anticipation.

Then, he was suddenly inside him. The feeling was incredible as always, though it seemed that every time Denver felt it, it was even better. The incredible tightness and heat of it, tighter than he could remember any woman he'd been with feeling. But it wasn't the physicality of it that really made him pant with need, but rather, knowing that he was about to spurt his seed inside another male. That feeling was so potent it made him dizzy, his thoughts growing sluggish and dazed even as his hips began to move with a natural, carnal rhythm. He wanted it, needed it beyond just the money as he rutted into Briar's ass, listening to his throaty, masculine moans and dirty talk that Denver's mind could barely comprehend at all.

Denver realized, dimly, in the lust-soaked innermost recesses of his mind, that he might be a little more gay than he'd thought. Or if he hadn't been, then he was now. As if something had changed inside him, all his old fantasies of womanly curves muted and distant in favor of manly strength, tightness, roughness - he sped up his thrusting, mating shamelessly with the snow leopard - and cock.

He had to feel it, to know that Briar was as turned on by this as he was. Quickly, his hand slipped along the snow leopard's side and over his belly, feeling his well-toned stomach tighten as his fingers brushed through silken-soft fur, and down to his crotch. Denver's heart leapt, nearly skipping a beat as his fingers found the other male rock-hard and throbbing as he pounded into him. He grasped that pulsating length eagerly, and somehow, despite the fact that he was actively fucking Briar, that touch, willingly seeking to pleasure him rather than just _using_him, felt far more intimate. But he couldn't resist that siren call.

He kept stroking Briar's cock, delighted in how it twitched in his grasp, swelling even bigger and harder against his palm, while rutting as deeply into his ass as he could, relishing each thrust.

"Y-yeah, that's it, fuck me harder! Pump me full of your cum!" Briar groaned beneath him, and though he could barely hear it, Denver was already past the point of no return. With a few more sharp, desperate thrusts, he hilted himself deep inside the snow leopard and let go, moaning with a deep, pleasure-studded satisfaction as he throbbed inside him, coating Briar's insides with this warm, plentiful cum. At the same time, he felt the other man's cock twitch in his palm, quickly followed by liquid heat soaking his fingers.

Once again, he was left feeling utterly drained by the time he'd finished emptying his balls inside his newest co-star, but that didn't matter much given the deep-set glow of satisfaction radiating through every inch of him. After his orgasm, he felt soft and happy, his mind filled with nothing but fuzzy, warm contentedness.

Briar informed him that he'd once again be doing a scene with someone new tomorrow, which was a bit of a shame - Denver found himself wishing that he could've explored his new, strange attractions a little more deeply with Briar - but then again, despite having just cum, he could feel a twinge of arousal at the thought of fucking a third partner.

When he went home that night, new thoughts were swirling inside his head. Did everyone cum that hard when they got fucked? It was so hot to watch, and even hotter to feel. He barely even had to touch Briar to make it happen, as if it was some kind of natural reaction to his cock. He had to wonder if it was really that amazing, and in doing so, he felt himself clench, as if his body wanted it too. Denver bit his lip. Briar's cock had felt so sexy even in his hand, the way it twitched and throbbed.

While Denver had lost more muscle mass, leaving him looking more like the snow leopard he'd just shot that scene with - just barely masculine, slim, borderline androgynous with a shorter, sparser mane - he didn't really notice. Nor did he notice that is cock was shorter again. Five inches, maybe. Those warning bells were muted and distant in his mind, most of his thoughts focused on the thought of tomorrow's shoot. Someone new, again. It was weird to think about. Soon he'd have officially had sex with more men than women, despite the fact that he was, well, barely gay at all.

Either way, Denver was dead tired, and by the time he got home, he collapsed into bed immediately, knowing that tomorrow would be another whole new experience.

The next day was a blur. He could barely remember what he did before he arrived at the porn studio again, except that it involved a lot of fantasies of the cock he'd played with yesterday. He was greeted by a third snow leopard.

"Hey, Denver. Man, um... what was it... Cypress, right, yeah. Cypress sure picked out a sexy lion for me," he exclaimed when he saw the lion enter. "I'm Rowan."

Rowan was built like an average man, but that didn't make him any less sexy. He was toned, with broad, attractive shoulders and a good bit of bulk to him, including - maybe most importantly - that mouth-watering bulge in his trousers. This time, Denver did blush, finding himself a little tongue-tied.

"So, for today's scene, you have some options. You could either bottom-" he started, and Denver shook his head. No, as hot as the fantasy of it was, he just wasn't that kind of man, was he? Sure, he wondered about how it'd feel, but didn't everyone? "-or you could suck my cock," Rowan grinned, squeezing his bulge suggestively.

His cocky confidence made Denver feel weak at the knees. At the same time, he felt his mouth water, as if he was about to realize a fantasy - a dream - he didn't even know he had. He nodded with embarrassing eagerness. If just stroking someone else's cock had felt as good as it did yesterday, having one in his mouth - jerking and spurting as he came - would surely feel even better.

"Mm. I thought you looked like a natural cocksucker," the snow leopard purred. Denver watched with bated breath as he undid the belt on his trousers right then and there, tugging his pants down until that hardening cock sprung free. God, he must've been... seven or eight inches, at least, of turgid, lusty masculinity.

It was only then that Denver noticed the crew was already filming. The lobby was their set for today, and his role, he supposed, was simple. To repeat what he'd done last time. Again. Wouldn't the people recognize him by now? Oh, it wasn't important.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Rowan asked him. "Down on your knees and show me how much you love sucking cock. You might get the job if you make me cum hard enough and don't spill anything."

Denver, his former confidence gone and replaced by a shy kind of submission, the lion fueled only by the growing and churning cocklust that already had him licking his lips, slowly approached the snow leopard and then, obediently, sunk down to his knees until he was face to face with that beautiful cock of his. Guided by unfamiliar instincts blossoming as he found himself a little more gay and a little less masculine with each session, he kissed the leaking tip, letting a little bead of slippery precum smear over his increasingly pronounced lips. The brief contact was electrifying, and soon Denver had his mouth wrapped around a hard inch or so of eager cockmeat.

He sucked the other male with practiced ease, even though he'd never done it before. He knew exactly what cocks liked, after all, so it was only made sense that he'd be a natural in pleasuring one with his mouth and tongue. Just a few days ago, he couldn't even have imagined himself doing this, and suddenly it was the hottest thing ever feeling Rowan's girth stretch his lips. It felt good, even right, like his mouth was made to suck cock, every part from his plush soft lips to his nimble tongue. The rewards were almost instantaneous too. Each feathery little lick over the snow leopard's underside made his cock jerk in his mouth, and a few more teased out a warm, mouth-watering splash of precum that Denver drank eagerly.

At the same time, with each lick, each sucking squeeze of his lips, he felt a kind of hollowness build inside him. Like he really needed to be filled. Mustering every ounce of his willpower, Denver managed to tell himself that it wasn't what he wanted, even if his body disagreed, and he was only distracted from that inner conflict by the feeling of Rowan's fingers digging into his scalp as he neared an orgasm. An orgasm that'd have his cum erupting into the lion's mouth, and that he'd be forced to - no, that he'd eagerly - swallow, every warm drop of it. So instead of trying to pull off at that first warning, like he might've done a few days ago, Denver only sucked harder, lashing his tongue all over the beautiful cock filling his muzzle, greedily.

"Mmh. Get ready, cocksucker," he heard Rowan growl, the words accompanied by a tantalizing twitch of his cock. "About to... give you what you want."

And then he was there. With a hard throb of the wonderful, tasty cock he was sucking, Denver suddenly found his mouth flooded with thick, creamy cum, his tongue bathed in another man's cum for the very first time. He couldn't believe how sexy it made him feel, each heavy jerk of his shaft followed by another warm jet of deliciously thick seed splattering against the back of his throat. He wished only that he could've enjoyed the flavor a little longer as he swallowed loudly and proudly.

"Good boy," Rowan huffed, though he kept his cock in Denver's mouth as it slowly began to soften. "Speaking of. Tomorrow, you'll be getting fucked. So, if you still think you're not into that, we'll part ways here. Otherwise, you'll get to meet our fourth guy."

Denver blinked, slowly, at that. He was still raging hard, not having gotten any relief of his own, which made everything that Rowan said seem incredibly erotic. At the same time, he was blushing at how turned on he had gotten sucking the bigger male.

"Oh, and... hey, ask the cameramen for your uniform if you do decide to come back. Before you leave, so you have time to try it on," Rowan continued, finally pulling out of Denver's muzzle with a satisfied sigh, and moving to get a shower, leaving Denver kneeling on the floor with the pungent taste of cum in his mouth. One of the huskies gave Dever a bag of clothes, along with a wide grin, on his way out that night.

Once again, Denver felt drained, in the best of ways. He could barely remember making his way home after his first blowjob, but he did remember waking up feeling wonderful. Divine, even. Soft, and... strangely feminine, if he had to call it anything. He stepped in front of the mirror and admired his effeminate body, doing a little twirl in front of it. He'd shed his entire mane, and with how slender his body was, bar for the sensual, eye-catching curve of his round ass, he'd be easy to mistake for a girl. His cock was small and cute, maybe three inches or so, tucking away nicely even in a pair of panties.

He'd always loved how men would stare at him, and - no, there was a sudden jarring sensation in his head. Something was wrong here. He felt different, but he couldn't pinpoint what the difference was. Lost in thought, trying to remember what it was that'd changed, he went to examine the clothes the cameraman had given him the other day.

With each article he pulled out of the bag, his heart beat a little faster until it felt like it was going to explode, a deep red blush adorning his muzzle. A skirt. Stockings. A lacey pair of panties with some extra room in the front, not that he really needed it. A crop top._An outfit that'd look naughty on any woman, and twice so on him. If he did go, though, he'd be on the bottom. Getting rutted by some bigger, stronger male. Denver, once again, felt that almost _scraping sensation in his head as he tried to remember why that was a bad thing. Wasn't it what he'd always wanted?

"I'm a top?" he whispered slowly, to himself, as if echoing what his former self would've said. It didn't feel right. The thought of finally having a nice cock under his tail made him shiver with desire. How wrong could it possibly be? Still, he hesitated, trying to resist those urges that made his girly ass clench with anticipation. But he couldn't, could he?

"That's a perfect look for you," a big, muscular snow leopard purred as Denver inevitably found himself at the studio again. His well-built body reminded Denver of someone he that he couldn't quite remember the details of, with his perfectly sculpted, almost leonine form, standing in stark contrast to the lion's own girly figure. "Much better than trying to be a big manly man."

Denver shook his head, trying to clear away that unpleasant feeling of stirring memories. He almost wanted to hide with how imposing the other man was, this one introducing himself simply as Timber.

"Hey, now. No need to be shy. You're here to earn money, right? And as a bonus, after we've filmed today's fuck, you'll be able to come here and volunteer to get fucked by as many other men as you'd like," the snow leopard rumbled. His heavy cock was straining against the fabric of his jeans already. "And god knows your body was made for it."

His memories of the next few moments were scrambled and fuzzy. Timber had picked him up effortlessly and carried him to the stage - a simple bed, this time - while he had been shivering with anxious lust. Then, he'd placed the lion down on it and unceremoniously torn off his panties. "A girly little slut like you shouldn't hide anything. You want to show you're available, don't you? That means letting my cum, everyone's cum, leak out, down your legs..."

It was something like that, but Denver couldn't remember clearly. Once he was on all fours, though, his short skirt hiked up and baring his freely offered ass for the mating, he remembered having a strong sense of déjà vu, as if he'd been in this situation before, somehow. Maybe not in the same role. Maybe he'd just dreamt it. By then, Timber had already positioned himself behind the diminutive lion, and the next moments, he remembered in exquisite detail.

"Ready for your first cock?" Timber asked, rubbing the tip of his enormous member against Denver's tingling, eager pucker. "I can't believe you're still a virgin with an ass like that, you little cockslut. Don't worry, I'll fix it for you..."

Then, without any further words, he thrust his precum-lubed cock deep into Denver's ass, leaving the small lion's mind reeling_with how incredible it felt. There was no pain, no aches, his slow transformation having left his body pliable and ready for exactly this moment. Instead, his body hungrily swallowed every inch of the offered cock, and Denver felt _full like he'd never felt before. Complete.

The lion let out a girly, high-pitched moan, and the cameras captured every moment of his submission, capturing his body and face as they'd remain from now on in full detail, lingering on his adorable, small cock fully hard underneath him to show how much he enjoyed it. More than anything, the pair of huskies focused on his bubble-butt getting violated by another man for the first time, gaping greedily as Timber pulled out to show him off, only to clench as tightly as ever once he sank back inside.

"That's it. That's what you wanted all along, isn't it? A thick cock using you," Timber growled, thrusting a little faster. "How it'd feel to be full of another man's cum. Well, don't worry, you'll be feeling it a lot from this point on."

Denver squealed with shameless ecstasy as the snow leopard's cock bumped against his prostate. Stars danced across his vision, and his back arched with pure, overwhelming pleasure. No wonder everyone cums so hard from getting fucked, it's amazing, he thought, in the throes of pleasure. He was no different. He loved getting fucked, just like all effeminate lion-boys did. Already his small balls were tightening against his body, the snow leopard expertly wresting all attempts at control away from him.

"Yeah. Clench for me. Show me you want my cum inside you," Timber snarled, his fingers digging into Denver's buttocks with a rough kind of possessive, lusty dominance, and Denver obeyed, gladly.

"P-please," he choked, as he passed that familiar point on no return. The sensual, lusty gravity of the situation flashed through his mind. He was about to cum around another male's enormous, throbbing shaft. And then, that other male - Timber - was going to seed_him, just like he would a female, marking him as a _horny little femboy slut._He wanted it. _More than anything.

With a loud cry of ecstasy, Denver came, squirting out his thin and watery cum all over the bedsheets as his body fully surrendered to the snow leopard's merciless rutting, his ass clenching and spasming around his cock obediently. Thankfully, for showing him the true pleasures being not only gay, but a total bottom. At the same time, Timber hilted inside him with a deafening, triumphant roar.

Denver felt his cock expand inside of him. Just like the cock he'd sucked yesterday had. He knew what it meant perfectly well, and even in the throes of his own orgasm, he managed to press himself back against Timber as firmly as he could muster so he could receive his precious gift of seed as deep inside him as possible. And he did. The next moment, Timber throbbed inside him, followed by a deep, liquid sensation of heat spreading inside him, soaking into him, and washing away what little doubt and hesitation remained. It felt heavenly, satisfying in a way that nothing ever had before. God, if it felt this good, Denver doubted he'd ever say no to getting fucked. And Timber had offered him a permanent unpaid position on the stage, too, so he could enjoy it as much as he wanted!

Finally, he pulled out. Denver wiggled his feminine ass proudly for the camera, purring happily as he relaxed to let just enough of the pearly, warm cum he'd been shot full of leak out over his balls.

"...and cut!" Timber called out. "You did great."

Sure enough, at that point Denver was addicted. He could barely remember that he'd ever been a big, strong man like Timber was, now. Nor did he ever truly figure out why the studio had such a spectrum of increasingly manly snow leopards in their stable, or why he never met Cypress, Briar, or Rowan again. But it didn't matter. He'd found a perfect, new place for himself. Right there on the stage, taking cock, letting thousands of horny men over the globe feast their eyes on his body and picture themselves there instead of whatever man he was with.