Closing at Cozie's
This is one that I wrote a while back. Decided to update and post it. Constructive comments welcome. - Simon
The director slammed his notebook down onto the breakroom table to emphasize his statement, "They dropped us."
The cameraman for the small crew looked up from his cup of coffee. "What, completely?"
The director nodded, pacing up and down the makeshift break room in their rented studio space. "That's right. We're out of the running. They're not even going to air the pilot episode we put together!"
"So where does that leave us?"
"Nowhere. They bought exclusive rights and they're just going to sit on it. The producers were pretty straightforward with me; they don't plan on using the show at all. They gave me some pointers on what they now think they want to see for new children's programming. But Cozie's Tea Time is finished."
The cameraman put down his coffee mug. "Damn shame. This was a fun one to work on."
The director continued stalking up and down the confines of the room. "Yeah. Well, we can see about starting fresh on some new ideas next week. At least we got paid enough for the pilot to almost cover our costs."
"I'd hate to have to tell Carla and Greg. They're really into their characters."
"True. I know they always like playing characters but I don't think I've ever seen them so involved in a project."
He paused and stood for a moment, tapping his chin idly with a forefinger. The cameraman picked his mug back up and took a long sip of coffee, watching the director over the rim.
At length, the director said, "I think we can have a bit of fun before we strike the set. We can also give our performers something to remember.
"I want you to come back here tonight at seven. Get things set up. But I want the studio dark except for the set lights."
"Right, chief."
"I'll show up at eight with our performers. And there are a few other details to arrange..."
The director held the dressing room door open for Carla to pass. He followed her in, closing the door behind them.
Carla was somewhat surprised that her Cozie Bunny costume had been unpacked and was already laid out on the room's dilapidated couch. "Everything's ready, I see," she said.
"Yes. I have some very particular ideas about this last scene that I want you to do for me, so I spent some time making sure that everything was in order." He walked over and picked up the large costume head. "I think that you'll enjoy it."
"Well, you know that I enjoyed performing as Cozie."
The director grinned. "Indeed, I've noticed that." He held the head outward in his hands so that she could see the bunny face smiling at her with its big, open eyes. Carla couldn't help but smile in return.
"You love becoming the bunny, don't you?" teased the director, moving the head so that the nose nuzzled at her neck.
She giggled. "Is it that obvious?"
"Only because I know you. We've had some fun times together and I can see it in your eyes when you're really into something."
She blushed and turned away.
"Come on, now. We've talked about this sort of thing before. You and Greg confided to me that you both have had some fun with your own private fursuits before. Out of all the cast, you're the ones that really like these characters so deeply. Though not exactly my kink, I find the whole concept... artistically stimulating."
"Well, it's not always --"
He held up a hand. "No worries, my dear. I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't know that you'd enjoy it. Right now, you should just focus on one last performance for me. I'm certain that you'll like being under my direction once more. One final scene as Cozie Bunny."
"Okay. But you haven't told me what we're shooting."
"All will be explained. Right now, I just need you to undress and get into 'suit."
She nodded and began to strip off her clothes. He'd told her nothing beyond the fact that it was a studio session, so she was just wearing some sweats and a T-shirt. After she got those off, she turned to pick up the rabbit's body but the director blocked her path.
"Not so fast," he said. "This is a special scene. I need you to completely undress."
She eyed him apprehensively.
"Now, now. Trust me. We've shared some special times before. Haven't I always looked out for you? Haven't I always made our work here fun?"
She nodded slowly.
He gave her a stern look and said, "Then do as I say. Strip."
"You're the director."
He smiled again. "That's right. Besides, it's necessary to get into the costume properly. I made a few modifications this afternoon, as you'll discover."
She didn't say anything as she took off her underwear and bra and let them fall to the dressing room floor.
He put the head back down on the couch and picked up the body, holding it by the flaps of the open zipper in the back. The feet, attached to the body suit, dragged across the carpet. He held it spread so that she could step into the fursuit's legs.
She began to do so but paused as she saw his alteration. She looked up at him open-mouthed and he just chuckled. Finally, not knowing what else to say, she said, "You added a dildo."
"I told you there were modifications. You really must learn to listen more closely! You see, I want you to thoroughly feel this performance. I want you to enjoy being the bunny." He reached up with one hand to stroke her shoulder and whispered, "Don't pretend that this isn't what you've wanted to do as this little bunny."
Carla had to admit that she was excited at the prospect. She'd always had a thing for cutesy characters, especially when they were behaving as they shouldn't. She reached down and felt the large silicone dildo dangling from the padded lining of the suit's crotch. It was already slightly slick from some lubricant on it. Characters that were cuddly on the outside and naughty on the inside were the best.
She grabbed the other flap of the suit's opening and put her right leg in, feeling it slip across the padded lining. The suit's fur was still pooled around her calves as the director helped her step into the second leg. She shuffled her feet so that they were a bit wider than a normal stance. Her mouth dry, she nodded once.
The director stood behind her. He reached around her waist to grab either side of the fursuit. With a solid pull, he lifted the body up around her hips. Reaching down, she grasped the synthetic dick and guided it upwards. Her eyes widened as the toy forced its way inside of her.
After she lifted her arms and put them through the costume's sleeves, the director took a firm grip on the open flaps at the shoulder and pulled sharply upwards, making the whole fursuit snug around her. He smiled viciously as she gasped in surprise; the toy, anchored to the inner padding at its base, moved when the costume did.
She swallowed as he quickly secured the zipper at its top position. With all of the plush padding in her rabbit body, she couldn't even reach far enough over her shoulder to undo it. She relied on him for that, now.
He lowered the head on for her, making it was properly seated and the neck closure was buttoned in back. Finally, he held the paws up, one at a time. They were designed liked gloves but with a layer of padding to round out the shape. She pushed her hands into the gloves and he closed the securing snaps at the wrists so that they couldn't come back off. On the front side of each paw was a cluster of pink paw pads that matched the pink designs on her feet.
The director stepped back to survey the complete character. "You look adorable."
She moved sideways so that she could see the dressing room's full-length mirror. Cute and innocent-looking Cozie Bunny was peering back at her. But this time, it was different. She could feel that with each step. She was already starting to perspire slightly around her forehead and she didn't think that it was only due to the closeness of the suit.
"Now, off you go, my pet. Wait beside the set while I help your partner get ready."
She nodded and left the room, her step thrown slightly off from her usual bouncy character walk.
Greg was sitting on a folding chair backstage, within sight of the dressing room door. He was paging idly through an entertainment magazine when he saw Cozie come out. She was heading around the other side of the set so he didn't get to hug her like he traditionally did. She probably didn't know he was there, since they'd arrived separately. Still, he missed getting his traditional big, furry hug.
They'd been dating and working together for a few months, now. They had gotten together after some late night conversations where they both discovered that they liked costumes. Really liked them. Greg even had a few of his own. He'd helped Carla acquire and modify a suit, too.
He was lost in thoughts of those fun evenings when the dressing room door opened again. The director leaned out and beckoned to him. Greg flipped the magazine aside and jogged over.
His character's costume was laid out on the couch. It was an orange-striped tomcat named Harvey. Like the other costumes, it had internal padding to give it a pleasantly rounded shape. The paws and feet were wide and round with circular black pads. The face had tall eyes and a happy, tooth grin on the muzzle.
"It's time for you to get ready," said the director, "so go ahead and get out of those clothes."
Greg sat on a chair and pulled off his jeans and shirt. He was going to get up and go to the couch to start pulling on his costume but the director held up his hand.
"Now, hon, you know that I want this to be an extra-special final performance. A last scene between you and Cozie."
Greg just nodded at this, wondering what the scene was going to be.
The director casually picked up one paw from the cat fursuit and walked over to behind where Greg was sitting. "I think it's important that we all have a few memorable last moments with the characters. And, well, I know that this is what you want, too." Standing behind Greg, he traced the paw along the actor's bare shoulder so that the pile of the fur just whispered across the surface of his skin.
Greg stiffened slightly in surprise. But then, as the paw was gently rubbed across his skin, he quickly relaxed. He smiled happily as the fur slid down and across his chest.
"You see," said the director softly as he traced the paw in circles, "I remember that you and Carla were open enough to confide in me about your interests. I'm quite pleased that you feel so open with me. And so it's evident to me that you put... passion into playing your characters. And, of course, I would only want to make the two of you happy. You do believe that I want to make you happy, don't you?"
Greg nodded again. He was focused on the sensation of fur breezing across his skin. It was electric. But he was also noticing that he was increasingly excited by the contact. He'd always had a thing for the texture of fur. And now it was causing his boxers to become strained.
"I know that you trust me. And I'll repay that trust by allowing the two of you to act out this scene. But you'll do so following my directions. First, we need to get you into your character."
Greg stood up, moving as if in a trance from the stimulation of the fur rub. But he was caught by the paw pulling on his shoulder. He turned to look questioningly at the director.
"One slight change, tonight. I've modified the costume a little bit. Don't be bashful, now. Remove your underwear."
Greg's eyes widened slightly but he did as he was bid. He stood there, self-conscious about his erection but still remembering the pleasant touch of fur on his skin. "What's the modification?" he asked.
"A little something that I added inside the lining. Here, you'll want this," he said, holding out a jar of lube.
Greg didn't need to ask any more questions; it was clear that the director had things planned out and knew quite well his interest in furry characters. He took a small dollop of the slippery cream and rubbed it along the head and shaft of his penis. He was trying to maintain his erection even though he was a bit embarassed and confused. But things became clearer when the director lifted up the cat body.
Greg looked inside, both anxious and curious. He could spot the modification easily enough. The lining material had a hole cut in it, from which the end of a silicone masturbator was visible. It was a typical rubber toy, but it was somehow mounted, at an upwards angle, inside the layers of padding in the suit's stomach. The character's belly was large and rounded enough to entirely conceal it inside.
He felt himself hardening again. This was more than he would've hoped for. The thought of being the cat while also getting off was too tantalizing to resist.
He slipped his legs into the suit while the director held it steady. Then he reached one arm down inside the suit so that he could guide the head of his dick into the toy's opening. After a little resistance, he felt himself sliding comfortably into the sleeve of it.
Greg raised his hand back out and, with the director's help, put his arms through the costume sleeves and then pulled the body suit all the way on. The director made sure it was properly fitted and then zipped him in. He brought around the broad, orange paws. He put them on Greg and snapped them tight. Finally, he lifted the large feline head from the couch. The short muzzle had white cheeks with clipped whiskers. The eyes were bright but expressive. Two pert, triangular ears jutted from the top of the head.
Greg felt a rush of excitement as the head was fitted into place and snapped at the neck. He liked playing Harvey. He was liking this time even more than usual, as he felt his erection shift slightly against the slick silicone.
"Perfect," said the director. "Now, go join Cozie by the set."
When they walked out, the set was fully lit but the rest of the studio was dark. Through the screen of the costume eyes, there was nothing more than indistinct shadows to be seen beyond the lit areas.
The set portrayed one corner of the show's title tea shop. A low table served as the store counter. Behind that were shelves of props: cups, dishes, tea, and display items. The side wall featured a window above a sink.
The scale was slightly exaggerated, allowing for the larger size of the characters. Everything was painted in bright colors and had rounded corners. Most of it was also very cheaply assembled. Since it was only meant to be seen on camera, not everything was sturdy or made of the right material. Almost all of the props were just lightweight cast plastic that had been painted.
The two characters filed into the space behind the table and stood, silently looking at each other. From the blackness beyond the set, the director spoke up.
"For this scene, you two should be engaged in some typical activities for the tea shop. Harvey, I want you to take dishes out of the sink, wipe them with the towel, and make neat stacks of them up on the top shelf."
The cat nodded and stepped over to the wash basin. There was no water in it, of course, but there was a jumble of plastic plates.
"Cozie, meanwhile, should set up a tea tray. Bring a serving tray from the shelf behind you over to the table. On it, set four saucers and then four cups on top of them. Have you got that?"
The rabbit nodded, her long upright ears bouncing around as she did so.
"Very good. Then... action!"
Cozie turned and pulled one of the silvery trays from the shelf. She was trying to concentrate on following the directions she'd been given. But the sensations she felt as she moved her body made it hard to focus. She put the tray on the downstage table and turned back to the shelf.
She froze, her paw extended in mid-reach, as she realized that the props were different. Normally, they had oversize teacups for when the characters did stage business during the show. They'd all been replaced by a set of dainty plastic cups from a child's play set. She turned her head and scanned the shelf, just to check. The only cups were the tiny ones.
She knew she shouldn't ask any questions or even speak while in character. She'd been told what to do and, surely, the director had full knowledge that the teacups had been replaced. An apprehensive shiver ran through her.
Cozie reached up and clutched at one of the miniscule cups with her padded paw. It scooted away from her furry grasp. She tried again and was able to close her paw around it from the top. She lifted it up, like a crane balancing a cargo, and turned to place it on the tray.
"Someone's being a bad little bunny," boomed the director's voice suddenly. Startled, she lost her grip on the tiny cup. She made a grab for it with her other paw, but it bounced off her arm and skittered away across the floor of the set, into the shadows. Harvey paused at the commotion and turned part-way around so that he could see what was happening.
"You're supposed to put down the saucers first, Cozie. Are you so easily distracted? Get four saucers on the tray, then bring over the teacups."
Cozie nodded. She felt her face flush from the chastising comments. She quickly went to follow her directions.
"And why are you turned around instead of drying dishes, Harvey? Did I tell you to watch? Can't keep your eyes off that bunny's ass for one minute?"
The cat turned back to the sink, wiping furiously with the towel he was holding. He was grateful that his task was so much simpler than hers. He only had to pull the small plates from the sink, mime wiping them dry, and reach up to stack them on the shelf.
That upwards reach, which had seemed so trivial, was causing him the most distraction. As he leaned over into the sink and then straightened up to, his hips moved against the padding in the body suit. His cock would pull back as he leaned and then be thrust forwards as he stretched his paw up to the shelf to place the dish. He could feel himself sliding in and out of the silicone sheath, the ridges rippling over his head and causing all of his nerves to tingle.
Having placed the saucers on the tray -- and finding the larger shape easy to manipulate even with her plump paws -- Cozie went to the shelf for a new teacup. This time, she used her round thumb to pinch it against her pink paw pads. She carried it back to the table and set it down, very gently, on top of one of the saucers. With a nudge from the tip of her furry paw, she centered it on the plastic saucer.
A gentle buzzing began. Evidently, the dildo also held a remote-control vibrator. She moaned softly and put one paw against the table to steady herself. She'd become even more aroused by the toy's movements than she'd realized and the humming sensation forced her to pause for a second and catch her breath.
She knew that the director was rewarding her. She'd managed to balance one of the cups primly on its saucer. Now, she spent a moment enjoying the feeling, as the toy sent pleasurable waves through parts deep inside her. It was rumbling softly; she suspected that it had a higher setting.
Cozie turned, her movement a little jerkier now, to get another cup from the shelf.
Harvey had stopped, but not turned around, when he heard her moan of pleasure. Afterwards, the set almost returned to its silence except for a low humming sound. It was a bit muffled and indistinct, but he could guess what it was.
Standing there, he gently leaned his rotund belly against the edge of the sink. He sank forward against the padding; inside, his cock thrust deep into the toy's warm tube. He didn't even need to look over at the bunny. He could hear how she was feeling, and this just fueled his own horniness. He leaned back and lazily drew one feline paw across his plush stomach, moving his hips inside back and forth very slightly. Each shift yielded a teasing burst of pleasure.
The director's voice came again from the darkness, "Harvey, you lazy cat! Don't stop until you've finished those dishes."
He nodded and returned to his duty, picking up the dishes and placing them on the wall-mounted shelf. Each time he reached up with another dish, his dick stroked through the toy. His paws were getting shaky. As he lifted another of the plastic plates, it threatened to slip from his grip when he shivered involuntarily. With his unsteady movements, he had to work to keep the growing pile of dishes balanced and to try to contain himself. He knew that the director would have something specific in mind.
Finally, after what seemed an hour of mounting nerves, he dropped the final dish into position. He exhaled the breath that he'd been holding and turned around, leaning against the sink.
"Well done, Harvey. Now, if Cozie can manage to finish that tray..."
The cat watched the rabbit struggling with the minute cup. It was dwarfed by her plush, white paw. Very tenderly, she placed the teacup down.
The vibrator was immediately turned up to its highest setting and she gasped at the now-welcome feeling. She stood by the table, head drooping, as she shifted her hips to feel the dildo working within her.
"Good job. You should both be happy that you've completed your simple tasks. Now, hug each other to show how happy you are."
Harvey stood up and held his arms wide. Cozie looked at him for a moment and then bounded across the set as befit a true rabbit. She hopped into his arms, pressing their pink noses together. He angled his head so that their muzzles could connect in a kiss.
Cozie wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her with her soft paws. He reached down and cupped her rear with his claws, running them up and down the curve of her broad thighs and around her powderpuff tail. She pressed herself against him, feeling the vibrator ride up inside her in response. Her feet were spread, straddling his.
Together, they leaned back against the rim of the sink. Harvey could feel it pressing into him but he didn't care because he could also feel himself thrusting upwards against the clinging form of the adorable, smiling rabbit. Their hug became a series of rhythmic pulls, their bellies rubbing as they moved together. Both were starting to pant from the excitement and the exertion.
Dishes tumbled from the shelf where they had been stacked as their movements rocked the wall of the set. They paid no attention as the plastic items bounced off them and rattled on the counter. They were entranced by the sensations of their own motions, their private yet common feelings as they shifted and swayed.
There was a crack as the sink began to pull loose from the plywood wall of the set. Harvey reached blindly back with a paw, hoping to find a new handhold to steady himself. Cozie spun to one side, standing back up and taking her weight off him.
"Oh, now look what you've done," called the director.
Harvey regained his footing and looked at the set.
"I hope you can find some other way to properly express your... happiness."
The cat nudged Cozie and pointed to the low table. It was fairly sturdy, by all appearances. The bunny nodded and stepped over to it.
It was just higher than her hips, so she had no trouble hopping up and sitting on the edge of it. She was still panting and excited. She knew that her vulva was dripping; the lining of the costume was damp and clingy against her legs. She rubbed at where her crotch would be, feeling nothing but the warm, clean rabbit fur.
Harvey walked over from the sink, scattering fallen plastic pieces with his large feet. He wasn't watching where he was stepping; his focus was only on the happy pink-and-white lapine form in front of him.
Cozie leaned back on the table. She shouldered aside her tray of elaborately placed teacups. The forgotten props rolled around on the table top next to her. She lifted her legs up until they were almost vertical and spread outwards. Harvey grabbed her hips and pulled himself in against her. Both of them cried out in pleasure as the toys did their work once again. He guided their movements, driving his hips against hers repeatedly in firm strokes.
His paws trembled with excitement and joy. He thrust his soft form forwards, between her spread legs, in a slow, drawn-out effort. He tilted his head back with his muzzle towards the ceiling. In a glorious surge, he felt his orgasm ripple through his muscles. He gasped for breath as each warm spurt shot forth.
She was so close, too. She was right on the edge. And she not only heard him come, but she felt it in his paws and body. She moaned and lolled her head, long ears sweeping a few stray cups from the table. She couldn't resist any longer, knowing what they both were feeling. She looked up and saw the cat smiling at her so innocently as her own body spasmed and jerked in the throes of orgasm. She almost screamed as she curled upwards and he made one final thrust against her.
Cozie then leaned back on the table, panting. She let her legs drop and hang limp, her broad rabbit feet trailing just above the floor. The buzzing of the vibrator had stopped and the only noise was their heavy, muffled breathing.
Harvey stepped backwards, bumping into the wall of the set. He leaned on it, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor with his legs apart and tail fluffed out beside him. His chin dropped into his chest ruff and the only movement was a gentle rise and fall as he tried to catch his breath.
She lay almost still on the table top. She didn't feel like getting up yet. One paw drifted lazily around her belly, petting the fur. She felt wonderfully gooey on the inside but still soft and fuzzy outside.
He sat, drained but unspeakably giddy, looking down at himself. Inside the cute feline, he could feel the warm juices dripping down out of the toy and around his crotch. He shifted position slightly and felt that the costume lining was sticky with his fluid. He gave a small pet to the clean, white fur of his stomach.
Finally, the director spoke up. "A very good performance, my friends. Very passionate. But we might want to do another take."