Making a video pt 1
He pulled out his phone and snuck another glance at the photo she had sent him. The chick's shamelessly inviting pose made his face flush. His underwear felt tighter. Returning the phone to its place in the cupholder he coaxed a few more revs from the straight six driving him forward. The ground fog blanketed his lust-driven journey from home down some bumblefuck highway to some bumblefuck motel located somewhere between his home, Natalie's, and Carey's.
He didn't actually think the thread would turn into this. It started as an innocent complaint about the lack of decent real life furry porn. The post gained some momentum, and volunteers, and here he was on his way to fornicate on film and share it with the world. If he could avoid fucking up the lighting it could be epic. At the very least he'd get laid. The girl was hot - maybe not a dime - but she had a lanky build that would look phenomenal with her back arched, riding his dick.
Shit. Still another hundred miles said the road sign.
He thought about the photo on his phone. Yep, she had a great figure, and when you're covered in paint that's what counts. He thought about all the videos of people trying to make smut in big clumsy suits with terrible lighting. Sure sex is great in almost any form, but he was going to take it to the next level. He knew videography, Natalie had the art skill, and Carey was... well the reason this would all come together.
Sixty miles. The thread had built up a decent following as the shoot began to materialize, if he wasn't quick on post-production the angry mob might hang him quicker than a puppy-thrower. Plenty of challenges before that though, he finished his beverage and pressed on through the fog.
When he pulled up to the motel he had to piss like a motherfucker. His text inbox informed him that the girls were already in the suite. A suite? "This is going to be a classy affair" he thought as the motel sign flickered and lost another neon letter.
"You're late; spank it too many times on the way over here?" was his greeting. He'd never met Natalie, but they'd exchanged plenty of posts and emails. Clearly she was no disappointment in person. "You're just jealous you're not the one getting laid tonight" he replied, "... unless I feel up to it." Nat wasn't exactly gorgeous, but toted a combative, yet warm personality.
He b-lined for the head as Nat released him from the introductory hug, taking the large bottle of Jack Daniels from his hand.
"You set up, we're busy in the other bathroom" he heard through the door as he was shaking out the drops. "Giggity" he replied, and immediately felt unclever. He washed and went back outside to unload his gear.
Within twenty minutes and a glass of Jack he had the cameras and lighting set up, he was doing test shots when Nat returned and looked at him amusedly, "Well aren't you an eager beaver? You actually might want a mate for this video." He rolled his eyes, "Lighting is the most important thing... and don't tell me you're going to paint me like a beaver."
"Nope, you don't have the teeth. But the rodent family sounds promising. Follow me." She led him into the bathroom he'd used earlier. "Carey says 'hi'." He bellowed back a greeting, hoping she'd hear it through the doors.
"Time to get naked, stud" Nat instructed with a smirk. He felt a bit strange undressing in front of a fully-clothed girl, she seemed to relish his discomfort. Digging into a plastic crate she'd left in the corner, Natalie produced some paint cans and a collage of zebra photos.
"Neigh," he acknowledged.
"Yes that's one of the sounds you're going to have to practice." She nudged his nude body into the bathtub and began slathering him with white paint. He tried to help by spreading some down toward his nether regions, she smacked him lightly, "You're responsible for the cameras and the orgasms, the paint is my job. Plus you don't need white down there. Just stand there like a good model."
"So is Care a zebra too?"
"Nope," she replied dismissively. She turned him around to end any follow-up questions and began blotting out the remaining flesh color on his back. He stiffened slightly has she applied paint between his buttocks. "Don't worry, you're not the first person I've violated tonight... the poor girl. Done with step one, do me a favor and don't move until I come back." So he held his Vitruvian pose wondering yet again how a lighthearted forum post had evolved to this.
"Ah, more whiskey," he observed as Natalie returned with a new glass for him. A couple of drinks was going a long way toward relieving the tension of creating furry porn with complete strangers.
Nat seemed to enjoy styling his hair as she dyed it black, "you're turning in to one hot little pony." The mirror revealed a characteristic faux hawk. He smiled and complimented her painting skills as he had many times before in recruiting her for the shoot.
Brushing on stripes took well over an hour but he took immense gratification in the female's attention to his body. She concentrated on the design and the brushing and he watched silently. She arrived at his face and held his chin while she examined him intently. It felt like a dental examination, he wasn't sure whether to look at her or beyond, but she didn't seem to notice. He held still as she meticulously transformed him into a beast of the savanna, and he began to feel the part thanks to imagination, alcohol, and arousal.
"Don't enjoy this too much" Nat warned as she squeezed a tube of gel into her hands. She gave him a reassuring look as she reached for his junk. His curiosity was quickly supplanted by uncouth thoughts as she fondled his balls and massaged the base of his shaft. The gel-paint-stuff whetted the arousal that had built steadily over the past hour of his transformation. "Good horsey," she cooed as she watched him grow to full length. She retrieved more goo and worked it up and down his penis so masterfully that he entertained thoughts of taking her.
"All done," Nat said just before his lust boiled over. She bent down and blew on the wet goo, he was pretty sure that was not necessary. Soon he felt the gel take on a rubbery consistency and apply a mild constrictive pressure to his very sensitive parts.
"Whoa."
"Yeah, for this kind of thing you need a paint that doesn't rub off very easily. Also if you noticed I changed your shape to look more... authentic." He noted his new resemblance to the now-evident zebra penis in the collage. "Just don't change your, uh, dimensions or we're going to have problems."
He stepped out of the bathtub and nestled his cock near her hand. "Then will you be my fluffer?" Inhibitions had disappeared over an hour ago and her focus on the painting left him missing thier snarky banter. She smiled and grasped his modified penis, giving it a few long, deliberate strokes. He heaved in an ecstacy that a hand job hadn't afforded him since his first young experiences. As she squeezed him harder he felt her hand between his buttocks again. He was experiencing too much pleasure to object as she penetrated him deeper than he might normally enjoy.
Natalie slowed and stopped the stroking, and was then just playing with his cock. But with both her hands, yet he still feel her inside him. Looking curiously down his back, the zebra learned that he now had a long flowing tail. He gave Nat a chortle and nip on her neck.
They returned to the bedroom, darkened save for a few direct lights on the bed. There was Carey, basking in the soft spotlights, channeling her inner- (and outer- thanks to Nat) lioness. Her slim figure was golden brown from head to toe, with light tones running down her chest. Her hair was slick against her back to form a ridge of fur, with two rounded ears poking out of her head. He so wanted to examine the cunt that he was about to mount, but her pose did not afford a view. His gaze fell on her doe eyes and watched as they hungrily examined his slender equine form.
He found Nat's hand caressing his penis again, he wasn't sure if she even knew it. "Prey, meet predator, goddamn I do good work. Now let's see if you two can do me any justice."