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Hehhey, everyone!

This story is a sequel to an earlier one-shot by me, Just a Chore - With My Straight Friend .

Reading this earlier work will enhance your enjoyment of this story, but it is not critical for understanding what goes on in this one, so you can as well read this one and then go back to see how everything started. *chuckle*

However, if you have not read this earlier work, please take the time to take a look! It is one of my own personal favorites, as it is, and has stood up quite nicely. That said, here is the sequel, almost a year after the original, and I am most pleased to be back exploring the themes and the characters in this story. I feel inspired, and I hope that it shows.

I hope you will have a good read, and that you will lavish me with some feedback and faves, once you're done reading. Thank you!

Cheers,

G

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"Okay, stop!" the polar bear hollered from his seat behind the two laptops standing on the small table on foldable legs.

Jake grimaced when the fox standing behind him gave one more heavy shove of his springy hips and sheathed the entirety of his dick into the tiger's backside and then laid still, sweaty belly furs pressing against the kneeling tiger's striped rump. The tiger's tailtip swished against the bedsheets, and he let out a gruff breath and blinked, relieved that the constant pounding on his ass had come to a halt again. He could still feel the fox's paws on his hips though, but upon the polar bear's cue, their vice-like grip had become much lighter, and now the paws simply sat there, on either side of the muscular rump. The fox was breathing heavily as well.

Every pair of eyes in the room trained themselves towards the big bear sitting on his bench behind the computer screens. Expectation filled the otherwise musky air and hung there heavily while the polar bear rubbed his chin with an oversized paw and let his ears flick.

"Hmmm...Jock, do you think we should do some more between-legs fuck shots or do you think we've got enough? I'm really liking this side view we've got now but I'm not sure if we've got enough of those balls going against balls yet," the bear spoke.

A rough chuckle made everyone's ears shake, including the tiger, who gave a weary look at the stallion who was hovering nearby, holding a big, expensive-looking digital video camera in his hands. The tall horse was only wearing a sleeveless T-shirt to cover his toned ex-porn-star torso, and he seemed to be equally sweaty as the tiger and the fox on the bed, joined by the hip even now.

The stallion clicked his tongue upon being spoken and neighed a little as well.

"Well we could do with a good taint shot if we switch to missionary, and I bet they'd love seeing that big tail thrashing around and intercut with some good facial shots," the stallion spoke slowly. "What do you think, Max?"

The big polar bear scratched the side of his muzzle and flicked the computer mouse attached to one of the laptops with his spare paw while he rumbled to himself and kept staring on the screens. As this went on, everyone else in the room seemed to relax into the impromptu break in the shoot. The stallion hung his camera down and simply stood there, tail flapping occasionally while he waited. The wolf holding the boom mike seemed equally at ease, as did the raccoon who emerged to standing position after kneeling for a while, catching good shots of the penetrated tiger's cock flopping against his belly while he was taking it roughly from behind by the fox. The said red-furred male stood still, hips flush with the tiger's ass, and seemed positively bored, now that he wasn't being asked to do anything naughty.

The tiger, on his paws and knees on the foot of the bed, was simply glad that he could catch a quiet breath without anyone paying special attention to him. Jake felt sweaty and messy and not at all sexual, despite having five inches of cock buried deep into his well-lubed ass. The tiger's arms were staring to ache from being in the same position for so long, and his own barbed member, half-hard to begin with, was slowly receding back into his sheath.

Jake only wished that the shoot would be over so that he could collect the three thousand bucks that remained of his four-thousand-dollar pay for doing the bottoming scene, and then he'd be leaving this place behind for good. Hardcore gay pornography was definitely not his dream job, and he'd never even given it a thought if he wasn't so damn desperate for some cash to pay his mortgage. Losing his job was one thing, and having Angela walk out on him was another, but to lose the home he had worked for so hard, the house he had wished to become the home for his family...he couldn't do it. That idea had brought him knocking on the door of Blue Paws Productions, offering his well-hung body for the use of the dirty bear and the stallion who had definitely not wasted any time in making the best use of their latest catch.

Chase Bridge, 31, gay for pay tiger with the big dick, and performed by a big cat desperate enough for money that he wouldn't mind doing anything on camera to get his check.

The tiger cursed his fate once more in his mind, adjusted the positioning of his paws on the crumpled faux silk porn sheets, and tried not to move his speared ass any more than was necessary to provide himself a bit of extra comfort. They'd been going at it for hours now, it felt like, and even if the fox was relatively small (Which was the idea of the film to begin with, to have the small gay fox dominate the big straight dude), but Jake was definitely not used to having anything in his ass. In fact, it was only a couple of days since he'd asked his friend...

Jake could feel his whole body tense as he remembered his friend's reaction to the tiger's request, on that afternoon when he'd went to the lion's place with the intention to ask his friend to do him in the ass so that Jake would know what to expect once the cameras were rolling.

The tiger grimaced when he realized that the general tension in his body had also reached the muscles inside his tailhole, and his rump was now unwittingly massaging the fox's swollen dick with the contractions within. The red-furred male standing behind him in a dominant posture surely felt it, too, because Jake could hear a rumble come from the small fox, followed by a little thrust by those slim hips. Jake tried not to grunt, and concentrated on relieving the tension on his shoulders.

"Weeeeell..." the polar bear spoke again, "I think we've got plenty of material on this position...25 minutes of this on both Jock-cam and Ron-cam, and well over half an hour from before we got to fucking so I think we could put a couple of facial shots here and then go for the flip...what do you think, Tom?"

The fox, standing nonchalantly amidst the small crowds of furs and even with his dick buried up a random tiger's rump, chuckled and scratched his own toned ass as he listened to the director and the assistant director slash cameraman go through the motions of envisioning the dirty scenes they wanted to put on digital HD video. His bushy tail swished about and almost hit the stallion on its wide arc.

"Well you're the boss, but I think it's gonna look really good from any angle when I tell the straight guy to start pawing off while I pound his ass some more," the fox replied in a slightly high-pitched voice.

A couple of guys in the room chuckled, none the less the polar bear, whose laugh was easily the roughest.

"Can't argue with the star here, hahah," the polar bear replied. "So we'll be doing the flip next. Our friend Chase here seems to be going a bit too half-mast though...Rico, would you give him a paw an whiff, please?"

"Sure do, boss!" a loud, purring voice cut in.

"Could I get some a drink of water, please, and a towel?" the fox joined in. "I'm feeling a bit parched here too."

The polar bear snapped his fingers.

"Rico, bring water and towel to Tom as well!"

"Alright!" the shrill voice replied.

"Okay, Max, Ron, let's start practicing the camera run for the flip while the boys prep up, okay?"

Jake let the polar bear's rumble fall from his consciousness as he watched the swingy-tailed jaguar approach the duo on the bed. Rico was a small guy, wearing even smaller clothes, too, and had a tongue piercing that became evident whenever he was smiling, and he liked to grin a lot. There was a constant bulge on the front of his skimpy shorts and this time was no exception when he stepped closer, a bottle of water in one paw and a towel draped over it as well. His other paw was clenched over something else as well.

"Here you go, Tom," the jaguar purred as he handed over the bottle and the towel to the fox, who accepted them with a wink and a pat of the jaguar's rump while he lingered close.

"Thanks, Rico!"

"No, thank you, handsome," the jaguar purred, tail and ears swaying.

Jake groaned quietly between his teeth and tried to fight the temptation to simply flop onto his belly before the jaguar could get his paws on him. That move would probably cause the fox's cock to slip out of his ass, however, and even with that modest knot, it was going to feel damn stupid to be having it going all the way back in again. It seemed that it was easier to take it if it wasn't taken out in-between takes, and the fox didn't seem to mind staying buried up to balls, even while taking a small break! Jake only hoped it'd be over soon.

The fox let out a big "ahhhh" once he was done drinking.

"Now isn't that nice!" the fox yipped.

"Heheh," the jaguar replied, before Jake sensed that he was approach again. "Do you want some water too, Chase?"

Jake shook his head, ears half-flat. He always felt damn confused by this whole porn name business, but was kinda glad that everyone insisted on calling him Chase while on the set. It made it easier to forget what he was doing...hell, it almost helped him to forget who he was, besides a lump of striped flesh for someone to fuck on camera. Being reduced to just a hole in a pretty body was not something the tiger took lightly, but at least the money would soothe his pain...he hoped.

"No thanks, Rico, I'm fine," the tiger rumbled between his teeth.

"Alright, pretty," the jaguar replied as he stopped close by, near where Jake's head hovered over the middle of the bed, and then a paw approached into Jake's field of vision. "Sniff as much as you like...I'll hold my breath, mind you...not really my thing, hahah!"

The jaguar purr-chuckled lewdly to himself while his thumb and index finger uncapped the small bottle in his paw and then held it up close to the tiger's nostrils. Jake gave the small brown bottle a suspicious look, as he always did, but nonetheless closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nosepad.

He had no idea where they made the stuff, or what was its origin, but by all means, the fluid inside the small bottle smelled exactly like a tigress in heat. With his eyes closed, taking the smell in, he could imagine that its origin was not a bottle held by a twinky jaguar, but in fact, he was burying his nose between the legs of a willing female, pink, dripping pussy opening wide to receive his tongue before something else. That juicy, warm hole glistening with strong-scented juices...

Jake could feel his cock harden instinctively as he imagined the hot encounter with the nameless female, and he even bucked his hips down a little when he felt soft fingers close around his shaft. He breathed in more of the scent and imagined how the warmth and pressure over his slick, barbed member wasn't just the jaguar's paw but the tigress herself, clenching and pulsing all around him while he bred her hard...making her purr and scream at the same time.

Jake let out a deep rumble and rolled his hips forward to meet the nice warmth some further, but at that cue, both the horny scent and the paw disappeared. The tiger breathed deeply and glanced to his side to see the jaguar receding, his equipment regathered, and the set cleaned for resuming the action.

"Right then!" the polar bear bellowed. "So, we'll be staring the shot with Tom going at Chase's ass again, then you give him a couple of good slaps and tell that you want to see that big cock bouncing when you're doing him hard, so then you'll push Chase here down by his back and you do the flip to his back, with Tom helping by grabbing onto Chase's right leg so that you can roll over to your back, Chase. If you slip out, Tom, just push it right back in, we'll be shooting continuously so it won't be trouble if you do...and once you've got Chase on his back, tell him to grab his legs and pull them up to his chest so that you can get a good look at yourself pounding into the straight guy, and then we'll be going at that for a while and see how it looks on cam."

"Sure do, boss!" Tom the fox replied confidently, paws falling back over Jake's rump.

"Yeah," Jake muttered, not looking at any of the crewmembers surrounding the bed.

"Okay, Jock, Ron, cameras, position!" the bear was clicking his mouse rapidly now. "And sound ready...check...alright?"

"Check!"

The stallion and the raccoon moved so that their respective lenses were ready to cover the aforementioned action, and stood still.

"Alright...rolling cameras!"

"Jock is Go!" the stallion quipped.

"Ron is Go!" the raccoon replied.

"Move a bit to the left, Ron, if you might..."

The raccoon shuffled to his left and kept his camera aimed at the tiger's passive face.

"Okay, looking good now...wait for your marks...and action..."

Jake let out his best "I'm getting fucked in the ass" grunt even before the fox renewed his grip on the tiger's round rump and began to hump him at a slow pace. The tiger let out a more genuine huff once he felt the lump inside his ass move again, but he held his position, and took it as best as he could, while letting out a series of grunts and making passionate faces that were in no way reflecting his own feelings at the moment.

"Alright...cameras are looking good...sound is good...and...mark, boys!"

The fox's paw came down immediately, in a hard slap over Jake's right rump cheek. The tiger lifted his head and let out a deep rumble and a snarl, and kept it up even when the second slap came, over the same ass cheek, followed by a third one on his left.

"Hmm...tight cat...big cat likes it, huh?" the fox growled, putting up the most dominant voice he could manage for being such a small guy, all the while he kept fondling the tiger's buttocks and thrusting into his tailhole at what to the viewer would appear to be a pace set by his immense lust, rather than his professionalism.

"Hmmmrrr..." Jake let out a deep rumble and kept his back arched, to make it appear that he was pressing back into the thrusts, "...fuck me harder..."

"Big cat..." the fox rumbled and put his paw around the tiger's tail to give it a tug.

"Uhhhh!" Jake threw his head back and made the appropriate grunts and tail swipes.

The fox let go of the tiger's tail and then gripped his hips again.

"Wanna see that big cock bouncing when I pound your tight little ass...let's turn you around, bitch..." the fox growled.

The fox's thrusts came to a halt, but he wasted no time in pressing his paws to the small of Jake's back and apparently forced the tiger lay flat on his belly, ass still speared by the fox's modest dick while his own hard, 10-inch tool dug into the mattress below him. The fox's paws fondled his hips for a few moments more before their carefully choreographed "flip-while-tied" maneuver was initiated. Jake grit his teeth together and kept moaning as if he was in pleasure even if the sensation was simply strange, rather than pleasant, when the fox's knot pressed against his muscles and tried to pull them open.

From the corners of his eyes, Jake could see both the horse and the raccoon moving as they tried to capture ever facet of the scene, with the tiger rolling to his back and landing with a heavy thump, paws on his sides. The movement brought his almost fully hard dick to the view too, and showed it off well, just as it was intended, pulsing against his white belly furs, huge, slick and imposing, especially compared to the fox's own tool. Jake still wanted to growl at the memory of the earlier scene they'd filmed, where they pressed cocks together and did the token comparison between the fox's small dick and the one now throbbing against Jake's belly.

The fox made some dirty, horny faces and sounds, and his tail swished about madly while they settled onto the new position, Jake's ass hanging off the end of the bed while the fox remained hilted inside his ass. The tiger's thick legs fell down so that his footpaws touched the floor, and his tail had swung to the side and now laid inert over the bedsheets.

"Ohhyeah...tight cat...damn..." the fox slurred, his paws now migrating to grab the tiger's thighs. "Lift these up now, dude...let's see that big ass swallowing my cock..."

"Fuck yeah..." Jake rumbled, as per the script, and forced his legs up so that his knees almost touched his pectorals. He could feel his spine pop and felt a twinge of pain at the sudden rolling over backwards posture, but he maintained a seemingly passionate face, and kept looking at the leering fox with his best porn expression in place.

"Nice cat..." the fox rumbled as his hips began to pound into the tiger again.

The slow thrusting continued for minutes, and Jake could do nothing but try to make sure he wouldn't tense up even when the fox's cock poked his prostate and sent a mild odd sensation through his guts. The cameras were on the move as well, carefully avoiding showing each other off while they circled the bed, to capture both males' facial expressions, the bounce of Jake's hard cock against his belly, and to even slip between the fox's legs to catch the sight of his balls slapping against the tiger's taint.

"Okay, stop!"

The fox was clearly breathing harder now when his hips came to a grinding halt, and so was the tiger as well, kept in this uncomfortable posture for a long time now. Jake hoped that the break would not take too long this time around.

"Alright, we're looking good now...got...almost nine minutes on this position...and gotta say, Ron, you're gonna make those paw fetishists out there really happy with those shots of Chase's big paws..." the bear grinned.

The raccoon let out a modest chuckle and flicked his ears in reply.

"Well you know what the audiences like, boss," the raccoon mused.

The stallion snorted.

"Stop trying to kiss Max's ass, Ron," the horse called Jock nickered. "That's my job, remember?"

"Or mine!" Rico the fluffer chirped from near where he was sitting, by the polar bear, and rubbing his crotch openly.

The polar bear chuckled and made a face.

"I don't need any fighting in my studio unless we're doing a Wrestle-Down Raffle, and we ain't now, so let's stay in the moment and prepare to wrap this thing up, shall we?"

The words sounded heavenly to the tiger, lying on his back, exposed and violated in his rump, and he even let out a small relieved sigh that drew the fox's eyes, briefly. That same, blank expression was back, too, as the fox simply waited for his instructions on how to make his play-fucking on the tiger's ass look even better on film.

"Suuuure," the stallion neighed, tail flapping against his own rump.

"So, I thought that a nice hot double facial would be good for this one, so what I want to do is that after some more fucking, Tom's gonna tell Chase to start pawing off, encouraging him to do it while he keeps fucking Chase and Chase paws off, becoming more and more desperate to blow his load, and that's what we're going for, a big, huge load over the tiger's face. And once that happens, and by that time I'm sure Tom is more than ripe for it, you're gonna pull out, take off your condom and jump over Chase here and jack off your own load all over his face and tongue while he begs for it."

Jake grimaced, but the fox simply nodded.

"Just like when we went through the script, boss," the fox said. "I'm ready!"

"You need any fluffing, Chase?" the bear rumbled.

Jake shook his head.

"I'm ready," he muttered, hoping that he could keep hard for the remainder of the scene and wouldn't have to resort to the pussy-scent and that damn jaguar again.

"Right then! Cameras, positions! Sound!"

"Check!"

"Ron-cam ready!"

"Jock-cam ready!"

"Wait for the mark...recording...wait...action, please!"

Jake began to snarl and huff just like he was doing before, and it wasn't too difficult to make them happen, too, with that fox still pounding into his rear at the usual steady, hard pace. It felt odd to watch the fox's expression harder into the big scowl of lust, and how his tongue hung out of his muzzle and drooled some spit over Jake's belly.

Just a little bit more, he reminded himself, as he groaned and let his tail smack against the tiger's legs.

"And mark, boys!"

"Look at that cock going in and out of you, cat..." the fox rumbled, eyes and the cameras obviously fixed on the sight of the base of his pink shaft seesawing in and out of the tiger, "Damn...makes me wanna shoot my load soon, cat..."

"Fuck me hard...cum into me, Tom!" the tiger moaned as if his life depended on it.

"Oh I'm gonna give you a lot of cream very soon, kitty," the fox rumbled rudely, "but first I'm gonna see that big dick shooting its own load. Jack it off, bitch."

Tom grabbed onto Jake's right leg to maintain its position while freeing up the tiger's paw for the task he was given, and with a sufficiently desperate, horny look fixed on his muzzle, Jake grabbed his own long shaft and began to run his coiled fingers up and down over his barbed length. For once he let out a sigh of genuine pleasure as he felt the firm throbbing course through his gripped flesh and actually feel good in a much familiar way. It made it easier to forget the cameras, too, one of which was even now hovering near his shoulder to catch a good look over his body, to show both the fox fucking him and Jake's own private pleasure in one single photo angle.

"Oh that's a damn big cock, kitty..." the fox snarled, still pounding the tiger's ass energetically while Jake paws himself off, "bet you made a lot of females scream before you turned into an ass bitch for cash..."

Jake let the rude, scripted words roll off the top of his head, and nodded passionately.

"Uhhh yeah..." he breathed, giving himself a good squeeze while he pumped his meat faster and faster.

"And still didn't stop you from being knot-fucked by a hot little fox..." the fox snarled, knowing very well that the stallion's camera was even now capturing the sight of his knot popping in and out of the tiger's clenching hole.

Jake kept on jacking off and tried to concentrate on that familiar, safe feeling, rather than the somewhat painful and audible plopping of the bulb of flesh in and out of his ass. This was easily the weirdest part of it all, after the initial burning sensation of getting something showed up his tailhole, and now the fox was holding nothing back as they worked towards the sloppy climax of "_Cream-Cropped: The Blue Paws Exclusive Top Fox Tom Rhodes Pounds Straight Hunk Chase Bridge". _

"Oh bet you'd love fucking my tight little rump, kitty..." the fox went on, going along with his pre-assigned dirty talk while he worked himself to an even more frantic pace on the tiger's ass.

"Hell...yeah!" Jake replied, paw practically flying over his pulsing dick.

The fox laughed dirtily and ground his hips against the tiger's exposed , round rump.

"But this fox only tops, kitty...no matter how big cock you might have, you ain't getting any of my sweetcheeks...but I'm getting yours...fuck that's tight...shit..."

Jake blocked out the ache in his back and the dull, throbbing discomfort of the knot filling and voiding him repeatedly, and simply jacked himself off as fast and hard as he could as he hoped to bring the scene to an end as soon as possible. He tried to go back to the thoughts of the magnificently hot female he could be fucking instead of himself being the one getting dicked, and he tried to recall the scent of the female, too, instead of the musk and lube and the ripe smell of hot, sweaty males that permeated the gay porn studio.

"Yeah...work that dick...squeeze that ass on me...work it...damn, kitty's going crazy for it...fuck..." the fox huffed and panted, driving himself on hard.

Jake could feel his big cock throbbing hard in his paw, and judging by the itching in his balls, he was closing on his own climax as well. He ramped up his own panting and arched his head forward as much as he could, moaning as he worked over himself and let out a series of passionate snarls.

"Uhhhh...fuck..fuck...fuck," the tiger cursed, with the cameras closing in on him like sharks on a lone swimmer, knowing that the climax of the movie was about to start.

"And let's not miss any of this, guys!" the bear spoke up, as if anyone needed any reminders of what they were supposed to be doing at the moment.

Jake let out a huge, almost genuine moan when his cock twitched in his paw and began to spew hot, sticky tiger cum. He hadn't pawed off in three days in preparation to the shoot, and now everything that had accumulated in his body came out in a positive torrent of spooge splashing out of his pointed tip. The first splurge hit him square in the cheek, soon to be flowed by other globs that hit both his forehead, his mane, his chin, and also his open muzzle, just as per the script, so that everyone could see a sight of the slutty bottom hunk catching a taste of his own cum. Jake kept on snarling and moaning even while he stroked himself, blocking out the crude reality beyond the sheer feeling of pleasure that coursed through his body.

"Fuck yeah, kitty...uhhh...gonna cum...ahhh..."

Jake's tailhole clenched as the knot popped out of him once more, and even if he had his eyes closed, the tiger knew what was going to happen next. The bedsprings creaked when the fox jumped on him, knees splayed on either side of the naked tiger's wide torso, and with his slick cock hovering only inches away from Jake's face. The strong musk assaulted his nose, alien and different to his own, even as it dripped off his face. A mad expression of lust split the fox's muzzle while he pawed off, and the blunt tip of his pink, canine cock was directly pointed at Jake's obediently open muzzle.

"Fuck...slut....fuuuuuck....ohhhhfuuuuuck!"

The fox didn't need many strokes to trigger his own cinematic orgasm, and was soon shooting a very loud, very sticky and very copious load all over the tiger's already soiled face. He kept cursing and growling while he directed the splatter of his cum all over the straight guys' face. Jake tried not to breathe through his nose throughout the ordeal so as not to get too much of the alien musk into his senses, but soon his fur was as soiled as it could be, with their mixed cum that also splashed onto his tongue n several heavy spurts. The tiger kept breathing through his nose and remembered to let some of the spunk drool off the sides of his muzzle, helped by his saliva. He wasn't going to swallow any of that shit, he thought, still breathing heavily.

"Fuck...damn...fuuuuck..." the fox kept on his token cussing while he came down from his own orgasm and his fabulous ejaculation had waned into a mere dribble over his knuckles. His tail kept sweeping behind him and occasionally hit the tiger's own still had cock, eliciting the occasional rumble.

"Oh damn, tiger..." the fox mumbled and wiped his pawfingers over Jake's messy cheek.

"Heh," the tiger mumbled, cum dribbling over his chin.

"Hot cat..." the fox rumbled as he gripped his cock and rubbed the tip against the tiger's lips. "Damn big slut..."

Jake flattened his ears in obedient submission and swiped his tongue over the fox's tip...but did it only once, and the simply kept on staring up at the fox with seeming adoration all over his cum-streaked face. The fox rumbled and tousled the tiger's head furs briefly.

"Good slut."

The panting and rumbling went on for a few moments more before the polar bear mercifully called out.

"Aaaand fade out and it's a wrap, guys!"

There was no whooping nor applause, but a simple stillness for a few seconds, before everyone went back to doing whatever they were supposed to do once the final call had been given. The two furs with their cameras lowered their precious instruments, and the wolf responsible for the boom mike took off his headphones and then let his big pole hang limp from his paws.

"Nice job," the fox looked down to Jake, winked, and swung his leg over his torso to roll himself off the bed.

Jake finally let his legs relax properly and "humph!"'ed a little when his footpaws landed on the floor heavily. His tail hung limp between his legs, and he found that he was still panting, head filled with musk and his face felt hot...so damn hot and rank with all the fluids sticking to his furs. The scent threatened to assault him with every breath he took, and the taste in his muzzle was even worse. Jake feared that he might be starting to feel sick soon. The damn cum stuck to his tongue and made it tingle in an unpleasant way. He needed to wash his muzzle soon.

He simply needed to wash everywhere, the tiger felt.

Jake took a deep breath and forced himself up to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. His big, heavy cock flopped down and hung in a 90 degree angle over his groin, pointing straight ahead while the tiger sat still and tried to catch his breath. It felt oddly quiet now, and lonely, too, once the action was over. Done with.

Jake's cheeks burned.

"That was one damn good money shot, I'd say!" he could hear the stallion's rough voice declaring somewhere.

"We're gonna sell thousands with this one, Jock," the polar bear replied in an excited rumble.

"Fuck yeah!" the stallion enthused.

Jake shook his head quietly.

"Hmm....Chase?"

The tiger's ears jumped, and his teeth were bared instinctively. Jake's head snapped into the direction of the sound, only to find that Rico was back, holding a fresh towel in his paws and looking at the tiger without his usual leer. Even his tail seemed to have calmed down a notch, and was now only gently flipping back and forth.

"I brought you a towel," the jaguar murmured.

Jake felt all too naked suddenly, being stared by the jaguar instead of the dead eyes of the camera lenses, and almost pressed his paw over his groin in what would have been a feeble attempt to cover his wilting cock. He caught himself before he could move, and grabbed the offered towel instead. Jake closed his eyes and scrubbed the towel over his face to get off as much of the offending spunk from his muzzle and cheeks as he could, without a proper bath. It was starting to feel rather cool and extra sticky very soon now, and Jake was more than happy to get at least the worst of it away before it'd glue itself in.

Once the muskiness of the towel receded from the tiger's weary face, he realized that the jaguar was still standing there, looking down at the seated bigger male. Jake scowled briefly, but bit his tongue so as not to simply tell the young male to fuck off.

"You got something else, Rico?" Jake muttered.

The jaguar's paws twitched against his belly as he seemed to consider what to say, for a moment, before the same purring voice familiar to Jake returned.

"Well, uh...just wanted to say that you did a great job with the scene, Chase..."

Jake let out a snort and a deep breath, and shook his head briefly.

"I'm Jake," he grunted.

The jaguar's ears jumped quickly.

"Ohhh..."

Jake's long tail snapped against the side of the set piece bed.

"I think I'm gonna go and wash up," he snorted as he tossed the towel towards the jaguar, whom managed to catch the soiled cloth with admirable reaction speed.

The tiger stood up from the bed and stretched briefly to get some of the kinks from his sore shoulders and arms away, no matter that the jaguar was still obviously staring at his naked, cum-streaked, half-hard, toned accountant body. Jake had stopped caring after about the second time he had forced himself to go through something like this, and simply stalked out towards the door marked "DRESSING ROOM", leaving the jaguar behind him.

"Heh, sure...Jake!" he could hear the jaguar calling.

Jake simply stalked onwards, not caring for the jaguar's words nor the dull ache already rising from the base of his rapidly twitching tail. The door opened with a flick of the handle and admitted him into the small room that only composed of the tiled shower section to his left, and the few lockers standing on the opposite wall, as far away from the running water as possible. The walls were plain painted concrete over on that side, and also contained shelves on which numerous wildly colored dildos stood in perpetual erection. Someone's jockstrap hung from a hook in the wall next to an old overcoat that had been there for as long as Jake could remember.

The smell of soap and warm water hit Jake's nose as soon as he entered the room, mixed with the familiar scent of the fox who had just "co-starred" with the tiger, but he was slightly more surprised to find out that the second of the two showers was already occupied as well, by a big black stallion. The water was running over the muscled hunk's well-sculpted body, but the detail immediately evident to Jake was the red plastic bag hanging off the metal pipe onto which the showerhead connected, and a plastic tube fell down over the horse' back until it's presumed tip disappeared between his broad rump cheeks.

Jake cringed at the sight, but tried not to react too strongly to it. If there was one thing he disliked about this whole business was that part of preparing to shoot a scene. It felt so fucking damn weird.

"Hey-o!" the stallion waved a hand and grinned cheekily before he went back to soaping his chest and his groin. "How's it hanging?"

Jake's neck furs bristled as he was stared by the lustful black male, seeing his almost fully receded cock and all, but the tiger didn't want to make himself feel any worse by inciting fights with these furs around the studio. It wasn't worth it, not especially now that he was going to get the hell out of here for good as soon as possible.

"Hey," Jake grunted as he stomped over towards his locker.

"That was one nice scene, Jake!" the all too familiar fox quipped from under his own showerhead. "The bosses sounded really pleased with it."

Jake gave a token glance at the cock-soaping fox and shook his head while hissing under his breath. His tail lashed from side by side and only aggravated the raw sensation underneath its muscular base. The tiger grimaced at the thought and tried to control his tail to stop moving so much. It was hard to stop its natural sway, though, and he wasn't spared of all the unpleasant sensations.

"Whatever, Darin, whatever," the tiger grumbled.

The big stallion chuckled.

"Let's hope the bosses have some juices left for shooting my scene with Roger Rodbury," the draft horse neighed and slopped his paws all over his lovingly sculpted torso.

The fox, Darin in the real life, Tom in the world of adult entertainment, chuckled so that it echoed off the bare walls.

"Oh I bet me and Jake left them all hanging for some more hard duty action," the fox snickered as he rolled his drained balls in his palm.

The stallion chuckled and neighed some more, causing Jake's ears to flatten. He spun around on his paws and scowled at the lot.

"Is either of you guys finished soon? I'm getting crusty here," he waved a paw over his only half-cleaned face.

*

Jake was glad for the heavy duty soap that now reeked off his slightly shower-fluffed furs, because it had definitely done what it was meant to do and taken the fox's musk away from his striped coat. Being back to his own clothes felt good, too, though that familiar unpleasant, odd crawling sensation over his furs was still present. His stomach churned as he walked along the small corridor, and his tail hadn't stopped its nervous flicking about. His ass made it clear that he was going to be regretting this job gig even more in a couple of hours. That reminder made the big tiger sigh, even as he stood lonely in the corridor, before knocking on the door ahead of him.

"Come in!" the polar bear's voice boomed through the flimsy door.

Jake opened the door and stepped into the small office occupied by the bear. It was decorated with a couple of plastic potted plants as well as oversized reproductions of a couple of "Greatest Hits" DVD editions of the studio's products, but the most dominating feature besides the bear sitting behind a desk was the whole wall-sized board labeled "ON-GOING PRODUCTION". It was a colorful mess of Post-It notes filled with the bear's atrocious paw-writing, interspaced with printed-out pictures of the studio's workforce. One could get ideas of the upcoming pairings by seeing which picture was located next to which, and Jake flinched as he spotted his own photo there, that same, cocky, grinning naked pose they'd used on the website, plastered alongside "TOM RHODES THE TOP FOX".

"Hehhey, Chase!" the overweight bear rumbled once Jake had entered the room and closed the door behind him.

"Hello," Jake muttered.

The bear slapped the top of the old desk with his paw and flicked his ears cheerfully.

"Damn good job today, Chase, some damn fine tail-pounding was done there alright!" the bear grinned and licked his lips. "I'd say we'll be looking at very good sales on video on demand, and once the Top Fox anthology goes out, the DVD is going to do very good trade, me and Jock agree. Damn fine job, Chase!"

Jake bristled some more at the use of his porn name, but held his ground. He stood stoically in front of the bear's desk and tried not to move his sore arms or his sore tail too much.

"Well that's why I am here," Jake rumbled. "For my three grand."

The big bear's ears flicked a couple of times and his brow quirked, looking at the tiger, but then his massive head committed itself into a nod, and soon a big paw withdrew a slip of paper from a desk drawer, along with an A4-sized sheet.

"Here's the check and the release agreement for the eventual film we're going to be making out of the material shot today," he said. "Please see that they're appropriately signed."

Jake grabbed the offered papers and quickly skimmed through them.

"Looks fine to me," he said, paws clutching around his check carefully.

"Well, good, then!" the bear clapped his huge paws together. "I'm going to be going back to the studio soon, but before that, though, Chase...there's something else."

Jake's ears flicked sharply.

"Yeah?"

"Jock and I have been thinking about new ideas for scenes, and there's this nifty little idea..." the bear grumbled onwards, rubbing his flabby chin, "and we've got this nice new young talent...Tyler Black...such a cute little bear, 18 but a real cock hound and not afraid to show it..."

Jake knew where this was going, and tensed immediately. He tried not to growl, though.

"...so, we were thinking, since Chase is new to bottoming, why not have him and Tyler face off in a battle of the bottoms?" the bear stated. "See how Chase compares with the young slut Tyler...and for the top, we were thinking about Hans Lukovic."

Jake snorted at the mention of the extremely confident and rude wolf whose on-screen personality of a hung, aggressive, slightly Eastern European-accented muscle daddy was not far from how the wolf behaved privately as well. They had shared the locker room a couple of times, and neither one had been a good experience. The very idea of the wolf made him want to knee him in the gut.

"Nope," the tiger spoke with a certain amount of glee.

The polar bear flicked his ears and huffed.

"Huh?" the bear grumbled.

Jake shook his head and kept his eyes stern at the bear.

"Nope," he said. "Not going to happen, Max. I'm not going to let anyone stick anything up my ass anymore."

The bear tilted his head a little as he stared up at the tiger, and the earlier jovial smile on his face seemed to wane a notch.

"Well Hans is not going to let anyone fuck his muscle rump either, and we already did that tag team between you and Brutus Tool doing Jens Johnson, so we are not looking at doing that kind of scene at the moment, Chase."

Jake snorted.

"Well I'm not looking at doing any kind of scene for you at the moment, Max, or any time in the future as well. I upheld my commitment on this one video and now I'm through with you. I'm leaving."

The bear's eyes widened, and his paws clenched over the edges of his worn desk.

"But you're selling a dozen subscriptions every day, Chase! Your VOD clips are being viewed thousands of times every week and there's no knowing how many thousand times they're looking at you getting it on at those goddamn fucking illegal porn sharing sites that are leeching our whole goddamn fucking business out of the market!" the bear grumbled.

Jake shrugged.

"That's not my problem since I won't be doing any more money for your lot, Max," he grunted. "We owe nothing to each other anymore. I did the film and you paid me and that's it. I'm tired of this shit and I'm out. Finished."

The bear growled and bared his teeth briefly.

"Well you're not going to be getting another four grand off us either for that scene with Hans and Tyler either, Chase, if you back off now."

Jake huffed.

"What happened to progressive pay over the difficulty of scene involved?" the tiger snapped. "Fifteen hundred for fucking a dude and four grand for bottoming! Shouldn't threesomes be paying more?"

The bear shrugged.

"Four grand is an increased pay over a simple topping scene since you'd also be doing oral and rimming with Hans and there was also the possibility of double penetrating Tyler, which certainly would have qualified for an increased pay over topping."

Jake waved his paw towards the wall of porn and grunted.

"Well you can ask any one of these to do the assfucking for you, but it won't be me," the tiger snorted. "I'm done, and I'm going to be leaving now. Goodbye."

The tiger gave the lumbering bear a final murderous look before he turned around on his heels and went for the door.

The bear let out a grunt.

"Five grand!" his voice rumbled into Jake's ears.

The tiger tensed visibly, muscles bulging underneath his clothing as he stood still, and his tail smacked from side by side. Jake bit his teeth together to keep himself from grunting at the painful sensation, and kept himself still, shoulders slung back.

"Ha!" the bear snorted.

Jake's heart hammered against his chest as he listened to the bear's sarcastic laughter. His paws clenched into fists, rumpling the papers he held in one of them. His ears were flat against his skull.

"Yeah, I know your kind," the bear continued, still talking at the tiger's back. "Just add a few more bucks and you just wont' stop lifting your tails. No matter how straight you claim to be, give a guy enough cash and he'll be doing it over and over again."

Jake's head was shaking from the tension so hard that he feared that he might actually start tearing up. His face burned, his eyes burned, and his tail almost went rigid, listening to the dirty slurs.

"Yeah, Chase...we know how to pull those tails in," the bear muttered.

Jake tilted his head to the side and faced the bear over his shoulder.

"Fuck you," the tiger hissed.

The big bear shrugged.

"All the same..."

Jake's head snapped forward as he took the steps required to reach the door and he was out even before the bear could start the read bidding war for keeping his tiger porn star attached to his stable. The tiger stormed down the corridor as fast as it was comfortable to walk, rounded a corner, and entered the foyer at full speed.

He was going so fast that he didn't notice the diminutive male until it was too late, and he simply slammed onto the side of the jaguar whom instantly keeled down and went down to the purple-carpeted floor. Rico let out a dull "mmhp!" when he felt flat, and his tail flailed madly. Jake got a few steps away before he realized what happened, and only then stopped in his tracks.

"Rico?" the tiger breathed out, watching the jaguar flat on the floor.

"Uhhh..." the jaguar's ears were flattened as he moaned.

"Oh, fuck..." Jake muttered as he grabbed the jaguar's arm into one of his big paws and helped the smaller male to stand up. "You okay?"

The slim male blinked and rubbed his side with his paw.

"You just...knocked the air out of me, that's all, Jake..." the jaguar managed a small smile. "You just came out of the blue, heh!"

The tiger snuffled, but provided a tiny smile of his own.

"Had a talk with Max," he said, quickly. "Are you alright?"

The jaguar smiled and brushed his bare arms a few times, and then flicked his ears, too.

"Yeah," he said, "I just went to get some lunch before the next shoot...bet that one's gonna keep me here until ten pm or something like that...the guys seemed really eager for it, hah."

The jaguar licked his lips, and for a moment, appeared just as slutty as he ever was, in his role as the dedicated cock-teaser of the studio. Jake wasn't sure whether he should feel only pity, or hatred, too. For now, he was too tired to even properly care.

"I'm sure it'll be a lot of fun for you," the tiger rumbled, not really knowing what else to say.

Rico rubbed the back of his neck and licked his lips again, and nodded then.

"Yeah, I guess," he said, "uhm...you leaving now, Jake?"

The tiger nodded sharply.

"Yeah," he huffed.

"Ohh...well then...uh...have a nice evening!" the jaguar smiled.

"Thanks," Jake said.

"Uh..." the jaguar stared at his toes now, and his ears flicked.

Jake was already on the process of turning away from the other male before he noticed the gesture, and stopped.

"Yeah?" the tiger breathed.

The younger cat looked up to the tall male and then spoke again, almost whispering.

"Well...you fancy a cup of coffee one day, maybe? Somewhere that's not here, obviously, like that...uhh...nice place on the Almond Street or..."

Jake felt himself tense again. Now the jaguar was trying to hit on him, too? The tiger felt anger boil inside him, rapidly, newly renewed after a moment's respite from being angry with the bear. Fucking tail chasers. Fucking bastards. Fuck everyone. Fuck all.

And it was even worse because the jaguar seemed almost...earnest, about it. Obviously shy, saying it to him, kneading his paws together and with that flick to his tail. As if he was serious about asking him out and not just up for whatever nasty sexual thing that got his rocks off and he thought Jake might enjoy as well.

The tiger wasn't going to have any of that.

"Not interested," Jake huffed.

The jaguar's ears fell. Jake felt almost guilty.

"Sorry," the tiger muttered before he finally turned around and almost ran for the doors.

*

The car drive was remarkably uncomfortable, even with the seat heater on, and by the time Jake pulled onto the driveway of his dark suburban dream house, he wasn't sure whether he could take a single comfortable step. His back certainly complained once he stepped out of the car, his shoulders were in a complete lock-up, it seemed, and that wasn't even mentioned the ache under his tail.

"Fuck," Jake muttered as he fumbled for his keys. "Shit."

He wanted nothing more than to get in, within the safe, familiar walls of his house, and bury the memory of today to the deepest reaches of his mind, and keep it there until he could go through his days without thinking about the shit he'd gotten himself into during the past months.

His steps echoed as he entered the big, comfortable, once beautifully furnished open kitchen and living room combo. He wondered whether his claws were leaving marks on the wooden floor as he wearily walked alongside, to the stairs, and then headed upstairs to seek the only relief he could think of.

The air mattress and the old reading lamp were the only objects of note left in the master bedroom suite, besides the cardboard boxes containing his clothes, but Jake didn't let their presence move him much. He went to the master bathroom instead and squinted when the light from the bare bulb hit his eyes. Everything was immaculate still, though, the tiles and the tub, positively gleaming with style and elegance.

Jake snorted automatically when his eyes spotted the white dildo standing on the sink counter, where his electric toothbrush used to be located in its recharger, next to a bottle of KY lube and one of those enema bottled he had gotten off the drugstore so that he could practice doing that part, too, and to get himself all clean and comfortable for both the practice and the...job. No fucking way that he would have done it in public like the stallion had done today...right there in the showers.

The tiger breathed out wearily as he put down his precious check and the sheet of paper down to the sink table and then went over to the tub to turn the water on. The warm bath was the only comfort he could think of for himself now, to take the physical discomfort away, and to provide him with a safe, warm place to hide with his thoughts, and his pain.

*

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