And ACTION!
#2 of The Studios
When Zack was behind the closed doors of today's shooting, he saw that his comrade would prove to be a nice challenge. He was going to work with John, a wonderfully cheerful Arabian Painted horse. Zack let his eyes wander over every muscular inch of his co-worker's body.
John was beautifully patterned, with splashes of white, black and brown, and these splotches made him look like a living canvas for a modern painting. Zack liked John a lot, and this was their first shoot together, thanks to the boss. Of course, the sheer size of John's soldier amazed Zack. John hardly got any filming time in, because everyone was afraid and intimidated by his 17 inch long, 3 1/2 inch wide cock.
John looked at Zack and smiled. "Well, Zack, my man. What do you think?"
"I like it. You, my equine friend, should be a nice challenge, for a good change of pace."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Think you can handle the ride?"
"Of course! If anything, I'm eager to try this baby out," Zack stated as he walked over to his friend, and started to caress his flaccid member.
John relaxed, after his initial tensing from this unexpected feeling. John didn't want Zack to know that he, as well as a lot of his gay friends, were fans of his. He really enjoyed an actor of Zack's fame and calibre fluffing him up before the shoot. He was so into it, that he didn't even notice that the directors had come in to prepare for the shoot.
Zack, however, noticed who the directors were today. They had to have two on these shoots, mainly for health reasons. They coincidentally (although Zack doubted it was just a coincidence) were: the boss and Lily. Zack's face brightened with a huge smile as he was greeted by the two.
"Hello, Zack. Hi, John. Well, I can see you're both ready," the boss said with a wry grin. "I wonder who's responsible for THAT?"
Zack couldn't help but roll his eyes and blush a bit. "So, Lily, I see you're in on this, too, huh?"
"Damn right. I get to work with you so often, now I want to see you in action without me. Besides, you know I like male-on-male action." They all chuckled a bit at this obvious fact.
"Well, gentlemen. Let's get this going, okay? PLACES, EVERYBODY! LIGHTS! CAMERAS! 3, 2, 1, and... ACTION!"
Zack and John loved working in these movies: no story, no plot, no set lines, just an all-out sex bonanza. They could do anything they wanted, however they wanted and say absolutely anything that came to their minds. Zack was the first to speak, as he was peeling off John's shirt: "Wow, man. You have such a great body. How do you keep in such great shape?"
"Thanks. I get a lot of exercise, especially at work." They both laughed at this comment. "Zack, you have such gentle hands. All this foreplay is really affecting me, which is something I never expected."
Zack's hands were working their way all over John's body, paying close attention to his crotch, tail base and ass. "Every fucking inch of you is pure, lean muscle. I still don't see how you keep in shape like this."
"Want me to show you how? Let's get all these pesky clothes off, first." They both peeled off each layer, except the fact that Zack kept his fishnet stockings on. Zack loved dressing up as the feminine submissive in these movies.
Zack murred happily as he was stripped by the muscular horse. John was already leaking precum at the tip of his throbbing member, which aimed itself dangerously at Zack's face.
Zack didn't need an invitation to reach out and grab onto it, feeling it pulsate in his grip as he ran his bumpy tongue along the shaft. John moaned loudly and his back arched slightly as Zack used his talents. He had no choice but to bend over slightly, as his muscles wre getting slowly out of control. Suddenly, Zack stopped his ministrations and John looked at him with lust in his eyes.
"What did you stop for? I-oh!" He saw Zack already lifting his tail with his blue-striped butt in the air. John chuckled and smacked it a bit, which coaxed a few soft mews from the tiger. The painted horse then squeezed some lube onto the tip of his cock and onto Zack's tailhole. Zack gasped at the sudden contact and started to purr.
"Ooh, yeah. Th-that feels so good, Johnny!" And Zack shivered a bit. He purred loudly as John starte dto rub the tip of his member between the tiger's soft cheeks. As Zack relaxed as much as he could, the horse slowly pushed inside. It was a very tight fit, and Zack wasn't sure if he actually COULD take it, but he was always willing to give it a try. He almost screamed out as John eased in another couple inches, stretching his tailhole further than it had ever gone before. Instead, he could only bite his lip in reaction. He felt another few inches go in... He tasted a bit of blood on his mouth as he bit his lip so hard he started to bleed. But, he enjoyed the taste of blood in his current lustful state.
John grinned evilly. "Ready, kitty? You're gonna take it ALL, now." And without any warning, he slammed into Zack, hilting all the way to the base and Zack couldn't help but roar loudly. John felt Zack relax suddenly and he let the tiger adjust. Zack had blacked out momentarily from the sheer size and intensity of the horse's member. Zack murred and wiggled his hips a bit as he came back to.
"Oh, god! John! You're so fucking HUGE! Keep it up, you may tear me open... Hehe" And Zack started to lick his lips as he thrust back against the horse whose knees were shaking a bit. John was surprised that the tiger was able to adjust so quickly to his size, and he was already at the edge of ecstasy. He whinnied and chitterd his teeth as he let out a small spurt of cum into the kitty's hole.
"I certainly hope that's not all, mister horse..."
"Oh, it's n-not. I just wasn't prepared for this, is all. Ooh!" And he started to thrust back into the feline's ass, holding onto his hips for better power and leverage. All the blue-striped white tiger could do was bring his paws to his face and hold them over his muzzle, so he wasn't too loud while being jackhammered by the massive piece of horse inside his tight opening.
John decided that he wanted to change positions, so he took the kitty, still impaled on his cock, over to the couch and layed down. He turned the tiger towards him and grabbed onto his hips again, forcing the feline up and down on his hard, throbbing, almost painful cock. Zack started to drool a bit while mewing with each hard, meaningful thrust.
John winced a bit as he held onto his orgasm, making these moments last as long as they could, but couldn't help himself when the feline bent over and kissed him deeply and passionately. As this happened, the horse bucked a few last times before crying out in a loud whinny as he shot stream after stream of his semen inside the cat's tailhole.
Zack felt his anus throb, and as the cum flowed past his prostate, he hit orgasm as well, spraying his love juices all over the horse, and he went wide-eyed as he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his back and his head. He couldn't take it, and passed out again, totally spent, softly purring.
John, Lily and the boss were looking down at Zack with weird looks on their faces.
"What? What's going on?"
The boss looked at the others and then back at Zack. "You, um... passed out there. And..." She gulped and couldn't bring herself to say what else had happened.
"And what? I-" He stopped as he touched his head where it had hurt. Something was out of place... He felt his headfur, which was quite normal, but along with that, it almost felt like he had headwings. "Oh, god... What the hell?!?" And he started to freak out, breathing quickly, panicking.
"Zack! Calm down!" Lily shouted, and John lightly slapped his face. Zack glared at him, then snapped out of it.
"Okay, okay! I'll calm down... Even though I have WINGS on my fucking head..."
"And back..." John interjected.
Zack couldn't help but go wide-eyed. The boss walked over to door to the studio and let in the doctor and EMTs that were there.
Zack looked at them all, then felt light-headed. The last thing he heard was "Oh, shit." He blacked out again.
TO BE CONTINUED...