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I heard myself groan before my eyes even opened to the morning light. It was that fucking smell, again. Corey was a nice guy, really, but his roommate skills sucked. Just because that ram lacked the sensitive nose that I had didn't really give him any reason to not wash his damn dishes after making whatever rendition of curry he was attempting on a given night. The blankets felt impossibly comfortable in my groggy, half-awake state and so I pulled them over my head to keep the light-and kitchen odors-away from my face. A much more pleasant, familiar odor greeted me under the covers, and I smirked and poked at my morning wood playfully.

Half-dazed early morning thoughts of sex and thrusting and jerking off filled my mind, and so I got quiet and focused on what my ears could pick up. Living on a couch wasn't the best thing for privacy, and Corey would flip his shit if I ever got any of my-what he liked to call-'shepititus' on his precious sofa. My ears perked as I heard Corey moving about in his bedroom and a few moments later his door opened and he came out holding two shirts.

"Which one will look best on me, you think?" Corey brought each article of clothing closer to my resting spot. The first was a skimpy plain white tank top and the other was a worn out, hole-strewn gym shirt. Both would be tight fitting on the ram's well build body and it wasn't hard to guess where he was going. He liked to show off his physique when he worked out. Hell, he liked to show it off wherever he went. Strange that he would ask, though. It was amazing that more of his shirts weren't ripped. I have no idea how he got them around his horns without stretching the shit out of them.

"Some girl at the gym you're trying to impress?"

Corey waved a paw dismissively and tapped the floor with a hoof while snorting. "Something like that. So what do you think?"

Maybe if I stroked his ego enough he'd make a quick exit and not bring up the rent situation. The odor from the kitchen hit me again and I fought off a grimace. One thing was for certain: I damn sure couldn't bug him about the dishes while I owed him so much money. "Go with the tank, it shows off you shoulders better."

That got him grinning. He had a great smile, really. Something about that tan fur all around his body except for the white around his muzzle accentuated his expressions. Truth be told I could never understand why Corey didn't have girls over constantly. He certainly garnered plenty of interested looks and winks in public, and he played a hell of a wingman for me a few times.

I took the chance that I was given by him going to his room to get out of 'bed' and dig through my clothes. Mom would have just shaken her head at my whole state of affairs. A few sniffs told confirmed which pants were clean and which were in the laundry pile. I decided to get a button-up from the closet as I wanted to look at least somewhat presentable for the job hunting I was due to embark on, once again.

"Hey, Vince, you want a ride to the mall? I'm headed that way anyway." Corey was already grabbing his keys and ready to head out the door. My tummy grumbled. I could stay and make some breakfast, but then I'd have to walk the two miles to the mall.

"Absolutely!" I stuffed my wallet and phone into my pants pockets and finished buttoning up as we headed to his car. The first few minutes of the drive were quiet--too quiet. I knew exactly what was coming.

He didn't look at me as he spoke, but stared straight ahead at the road. His already flat ears seemed to flatten out even more under his big horns. For such a big, though looking fellow Corey really was a softie. He hated asking as much as I hated being asked. "Look, I know it's just a couch, but I gotta have something soon."

"I know."

He was quiet again, but his wheels were turning as he entered the mall parking lot. "You always have that business card I gave you awhile back. It's quick money, Vince. I've done it a few times, too." I simply nodded. A month ago Corey had clued me in on a porno outfit that was local and paid good money for willing actors. "You've got some goods, dude." That made my ears burn. Sure, he'd seen me naked a time or two as tends to happen with close friends and roommates, but it sounded weird coming from him.

"Thanks, I'll think on it." I dared a glance over at him. "I think you got the better porno body, though."

Corey chuckled, a good sign of levity returning to the conversation. "You kiddin'? You got the whole short nerdy look going, and you're mixed breed, too! That's a big thing, ya know."

That didn't make much sense to me, but he probably knew better than I did. "Someone ought to tell the girls I try--and fail to-- pick up, then."

"Deal," he said as he pulled up alongside one of the mall entrances. "If you get an interview today I'll take you out, and first girl you got a chance with I'll tell just that." Corey added an encouraging nod as waved me out of the car. "Cya later. I'll call you on my way back."

Corey's older model beige car wasted no time in speeding off with a short beep of the horn. I took a deep breath and headed in through the revolving glass doors to the main retail outlet. Lacey's was a stable at any 'real' mall and Terrace Creek, was no exception. Their stores were usually a floor higher than any of the other retail joints in the mall as if to make a statement. Inside was just the same as any other Lacey's. Racks and racks of generic clothes greeted my eyes and the strong smells of new denim and chemicals greeted my nose. I liked that smell, even as a little pup being led around shopping with my mom.

I cut through the perfume and chocolate sections to get to the concourse of the mall. Morning was the best time to go. There wasn't any putting up with annoying high schoolers, and most of the store managers were still in half-decent moods. My first mark was a trendy looking clothing store.

Putting on my best smile, I approached the counter and asked the snazzily-dressed vixen if I could speak to the manager about applying for a job. I made sure to add "I saw the hiring sign out front."

She gave me the classic once over as she set down the clipboard that she'd been fiddling with. "Tell me, mister--"

"Alfredson, Vincent Alfredson."

"Alfredson," she continued. "What could someone like you-who can't even dress himself properly-possibly bring to Magenta and Company?"

Her snooty, icy tones and condescending stare felt like a dagger through my gut. I was used to being told no, but goddamn. I wanted to say something nasty, but I only managed an annoyed growl as I turned and slumped away-tail literally between my legs. What was wrong with my clothes? I thought I looked just fine, thank you very much. Whatever, I wouldn't have wanted to work for that cunt, anyway.

The Pretzel Palace at least took an application, though I got the impression that the retired-hooker-looking wolfess was only going to toss the piece of paper into the trash as soon as I left.

Three more shops got checked off my list before I sat down at an empty table in the food court. A check of my wallet balance was disappointing: two singles and a business card. I might be able to buy a taco, but it would be best to just wait till I got home to make a PB&J or some mac and cheese. That business card was calling to me. It wasn't the first time I'd taken it out and looked over the skuzzy invitation, that's for sure. I liked how matter-of-fact it all was, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. The front was just the number and email to a 'J. Robbins Productions'. Once I flipped the card over is where it got brow-raising.

Seeking suitable actors. If interested email the following:

Name

Gender

Species

Age

Photos of: frontal nude shot, sheath (if applicable to your species), erect penis, rear nude shot.

Corey had done it a few times, and he sure as hell didn't seem to mind. He said they paid cash on the spot; which was certainly nice. I clutched the business card in my paw and headed for Lacey's. My heart beat fast as I grabbed a random pair of jeans from the rack and went to the dressing rooms. I got impulsive like this sometimes, but it usually seemed to work out. It couldn't hurt to send some pictures to this place and see what happened, right?

Oddly, the biggest thing on my mind as I stripped down was that this porn studio would clearly know that my photos were just department store dressing room selfies. I never got into the social network thing much, so trying to line up my phone, mirror and body was a little trickier than I anticipated, but eventually I got one that was satisfactory. Folks seemed to like how I look. I was short-a hair under six feet-with a slim build and great markings. I had the cheekspots and black back that you'd expect from a German Shepherd, but mom's wolf blood endowed me with piercing yellow eyes and grey and white fur on most of the rest of my body. I guess I looked okay, but it didn't really seem like a porn kinda body.

The ass shot was a little harder to get, but I got one that looked at least presentable. The sheath, of course, posed no problem getting, though I tried posing the fuzzy white thing a few different ways. Erect was a problem, since the whole thing was giving me butterflies. Of course, being a young male, I had a selection of dick picks on my phone already so I picked the one that made me look the biggest and attached it to the email along with the other photos.

Dear, J. Robbins Productions

My name is Vincent and I'm interested in appearing in a film, enclosed are some photos

I'm a male, 22 year old Shepherd Wolf mix

555-192-1951

I hit send before I had a chance to think about it, and sat there naked in the room for a few minutes catching my breath. That was fucking stupid of me. Now I'd have to spend however long in agonizing anticipation of what I just did. How shitty would it be if they did respond and tell me what I already knew: wrong body type.

Lacey's probably wouldn't appreciate me sitting around naked and fretting in their room, though, and so I put my clothes back on and returned the pair of jeans that I was supposedly trying on to the shelf.

I was barely out of the dressing rooms when I got a text.

We want to speak with you. If interested come immediately to:

5918 Pacific Blvd.

Text back yes if coming, and if so how long will you be.

Well, this was it, then. I couldn't have ever imagined it'd be so quick. What the hell, that was only a few blocks from the mall.

Yes. 20 minutes.

*

From the outside the studio looked completely inconspicuous. Hell I passed by the small white office-looking building a few times a week none the wiser. I double checked the address, and then checked again before placing my trembling paw on the doorknob. With a burst of willpower I turned it and stepped inside.

It looked like the front room of most buildings: a receptionist at a desk and several waiting chairs. The magazine selection was decidedly adult. I could tell that they tried to sanitize the air, but there were all sorts of background smells of sex. It was definitely the right place.

"I was told to come in?" I nervously asked the gorgeous brown rabbit who was manning the desk. I wonder if maybe she was the one I was going to get filmed with? That'd be a treat.

"Hey Jerry!" she called back to an office behind her.

Out came a guy that looked pretty much exactly what I would envision a sleazy porno director looking. He was a big, chubby badger. Jerry had a gold chain and wristwatch, and it was hard to tell if the white hairs on his face were from age or were just natural colors for him. He nodded as he looked me up and down and gave me a hearty pat on the back. "Oh, kid. You're gonna be perfect. Perfect! Step into my office."

I looked towards the receptionist for some encouragement or validation-couldn't tell you why that made sense at the time-but she was busy on her computer and completely ignoring me. Jerry's office was a touch on the creepy side with photos of half naked men and women of varying species and ages framed all over the walls. He motioned for me to take a seat, and I did; placing my paws in my lap and tail-swaying.

"I can tell it's your first time, Vincent" the badger said with a sly grin. "Look at you, all nervous." I tried to make myself look more relaxed. "You are gorgeous, kid. People love mixed breeds, and short and nerdy looking is in right now."

I nodded. What else was I gonna do?

He slapped his thigh with a paw, "Alright, down to business. Going to ask you a few questions. Be honest. Do you prefer men or women as sexual partners?"

"Women," I answered instinctively.

Jerry nodded, "me too, but a gig called for you to sleep with a guy how would you feel about that?" Almost as though he could sense my hesitation before I spoke, he threw in a little bait. "Those shoots pay more."

Truthfully, I wasn't sure how I felt about that. In other circumstances I'd reject the idea immediately so that nobody thought I was gay, but this was a little different. Plus, hell, I'd been curious before, just never thought about it seriously. "Uh, I dunno, I'd probably give it a shot."

"There ya go. I'll make you the same promise I do to everyone. If you don't like it after the first time I won't ever approach you with a second."

He actually seemed honest about that and I nodded, "okay."

"Ever taken a male enhancement pill?"

My head tilted at that one. "Like the ones on late night TV?"

"Yeah."

"Never needed to, I guess."

Jerry chuckled, "most guys don't. We use 'em though because sometimes shoots can go on for awhile and lets face it; it's hard to hold a boner for two hours."

Made sense. I was starting to ease up a little, despite the fact that things were getting more intense. I watched as Jerry fiddled around with a desk drawer and pulled out a small, sealed medical looking bag. He tore it open and inside was a tube and a swab.

"Okay, open wide, I'm gonna take a swab of your gums and check for STDs." I did, and held my mouth open awkwardly while the surprisingly sharp-feeling swab felt its way around. He set the business end in the tube once he was done. "Alright, while this is doing it's thing there are a few forms to sign. General consent sort of stuff, feel free to read them over."

He handed over a clipboard that had a few sheets of paper completely filled up with small font legalese. I should have probably read it, but who the hell ever reads those things? I nodded as though I was actually noticing some things in the terms, and dutifully signed my name on the lines that required it.

I had a practical question that struck at the heart of me even being there. "So uh, how much does this pay?"

Jerry grinned as he put the completed consent forms into a folder, "I like that. Right down to business." The badger made a dramatic shrugging motion with his shoulders and paws. "It varies quite a bit, depending on what you're doing, who you're doing, who's doing you, all that. Today is gonna be a big one, though. I'm giving you five hundred dollars for it."

That got my attention. Five hundred was enough to pay off everything I owed Corey, and then some. For five hundred dollars I'd stick my cock in all sorts of things in the money situation I was in. How bad could it be that this 'big' shoot was worth a premium. I couldn't keep my tail from wagging as I asked, "So what am I going to be doing?"

The smutmonger raised his brows and cracked a smirk that could have easily been mistaken for sinister. I probably wasn't going to like this. "You, my gorgeous young stud, are going to have your first gay experience for all the horny world to see."

My tail wasn't wagging anymore. In fact, my fur was starting to stand up on end. I knew that was a possibility as soon as he'd brought the topic of gay sex up a few minutes prior, but shit, I didn't _actually_think it was going to happen.

He could see the look on my face and immediately went into a diplomatic mode; raising his palms towards me. "Look, relax, doing a job with another guy doesn't make you gay. Besides," Jerry leaned closer, smirking once again, "this guy? Trust me, no matter what you think now; you'll end up liking it. He's got this thing-talent, if you will-where he makes the guys he's fucking get off hands-free every single time. I don't know how he does it."

I blinked. I didn't even know if that 'talent' was even unusual, or how I would ever get off from some guy's dick in me. I suppose I'd take one for the money, but enjoy it? No.

"I don't know, sir. I'll try just about anything once, but I might have to fake some of those moans."

"You won't." He was confident. Brimming with confidence, actually. "I'll make it seven-fifty if you're not begging for more at the end."

This time it was me who was smirking. I don't know why, I was about to get fucked up the ass. I wasn't going to be asking for more of it, though. "Deal."

There were more questions and answers, but nothing as interesting from that point on. We finished with perfect timing as the test results came up negative on the litmus-like tests from the mouth swab. Jerry congratulated me and invited 'Alicia' in.

Alicia was the lovely looking rabbit receptionist that I remembered. "Follow me," she declared in a curt tone that told me that she wasn't open to small talk or flirting. Smart girl, staying away from the employees. I complied and we went into a tiny room off a main hallway. It had a shower stall and some grooming supplies. Near the sink was a tiny paper cup that contained a small blue pill. She told me to take it, and I did; wondering how long it would take to kick in.

"Strip," she commanded. Once I had my clothes in a neat pile on the floor she started checking me over. It was a strange feeling, especially when she felt my sheath up and lifted my tail. I figured this was all part of the routine, though. I jumped slightly as I felt her fingers brush against my ass. She seemed satisfied with whatever she was looking for and soon got to work with a brush. Alicia was kind enough to let me know that my fur looked fine, but just needed a quick brush here and there.

There was one last thing. She attached a tiny receiver into my ear; hidden away from sight. "This will let the director talk to you during the shoot."

I nodded. It was right about then that I started to feel something stirring down below. Damn, that pill worked fast.

*

It was cool in the room; something I figured I'd be thankful for later, perhaps. There really wasn't much to it. Just a plain, cheap looking bed in a plain room. Off to the side Jerry was sitting in a chair and the badger gave me a very approving grin and thumbs up. There were three other guys in the room, too. A wiry fox and pudgy cougar each were tending to cameras. For a moment I thought perhaps the bear standing off in the corner was going to be my 'experience', but then I saw the boom mic near him. Alicia excused herself from the room and presumably went back to her desk.

Everyone of them were looking at me. My ears got hot with embarrassment while I pulled the towel around me tighter; which only further outlined what was under it. That little room had definitely seen a lot of sex, and no amount of cleaning could cover up those underlying odors.

Jerry clasped his paws together as he headed towards me. "Okay, drop the towel and get on the bed. I'm going to go over the basics." I hesitated for only a moment before doing as I was told. Nobody in the room so much as batted an eye as I exposed myself. Guess this was just a day at the office for them. The fact that the studio guys were so nonchalant gave me a little inspiration and confidence.

"Flip around on your belly." I did as I was told; taking care not to jab my cock in the bed awkwardly. I would have asked why-surely Jerry wasn't going to be the guy doing me-but I didn't need to. "I'm going to lube you up a bit. This stuff has a desensitizing agent in it, so that'll help you out some."

I shivered as I felt the cool gel touch my ass. My tail lifted of it's own accord as the badger worked a finger inside me. It felt good, _real_good, actually. I'd poked and prodded at myself a few times while jacking off but never a full finger and never with lube. Maybe it was the desensitizing aspect, but Jerry wasn't having any trouble getting a second in. I sighed happily. He chuckled.

"Alright, so he's gonna start off fucking you like this: you face down. After a bit he'll pull out and turn you on your back, pull you to the edge of the bed, and finish up that way." He pulled his fingers out and gave me a pat on the rump. "I'd tell you no annoying fake moaning, but you won't have to fake a thing. Ready?"

Fuck no I wasn't. "I guess. Where is this guy, anyway?"

"He's waiting outside," Jerry said as he headed towards his directors chair. The camera guys were checking their stuff and getting ready. This was it, then. I twitched in surprise as the tiny receiver in my ear crackled to life, "check." I waved an acknowledgement.

Then the door to the room opened. The cameras were on me, and on the newcomer. I turned my head to see who was going to be doing the honors. My heart stopped. Walking towards me with a devilish smirk that made my fur stand on end was my roommate. Corey took his time, letting the cameras get a good look at his toned body and-more importantly-that impressive piece of manhood; which was swaying from side to side as he walked. He was a big boy, not stupid big, but well above average. If Corey was going to play along like we didn't even know each other then I was going to have to, too. Or maybe he _had_told Jerry and this was all part of the selling point. I could see it: 'Big Gay Ram Rams Straight Roommate.'

My heart was beating so fast as he got to the bed. Corey didn't say a word, he just wore that smug-ass look while he climbed up behind me. I caught a whiff of his arousal; which only seemed to get a pulse of excitement out of my own cock. Damn pill, there was no way I'd be this throbbing hard if it wasn't for that, would I? I looked straight ahead-ignoring the constantly moving camera guys and boom mic-as Corey rubbed something hot and slick between my asscheeks.

"Move your tail up," came a whisper in my ear. I did. Fingers felt their way through the thin fur down there and then something that felt impossibly thick pressed against me. I closed my eyes and did everything I could to relax, but my heart still raced with anticipation. He pushed forward, just a tiny bit; I gripped at the pillow as my eyes began to water. Oh, no. I whimpered and wiggled as I felt a sharp pain and knew that I wasn't going to be able to do this.

Thankfully, Corey stopped and waited, but he held me in place with a firm paw square in my back.

"Relax, kid, this is the hard part. It'll get way more comfortable in just a minute." I took some solace in Jerry's words and let my lungs fill and fall with deep breaths.

Jerry was right. It stopped hurting and started to just feel different. I didn't have to say a word-Corey knew I was good and started to sink into me. My ears flattened and my throat made a moany noise as those inches got in one by one. I swear the deeper he got the harder my dick swelled below me; trapped between my belly and the sheets. And then, he was in all the way. My friend and roommate was balls deep in me, a completely incomprehensible thing to me just a few minutes prior.

I felt the ram maneuver around atop me, every movement changing the angle and pressure of his thick shaft and making me squirm this way and that as pleasure spots I didn't even know existed started to light up. Corey gave a satisfied mmm as he worked his length out and in slowly. The big ram planted his palms into the mattress beside each of my shoulders and went to work with his hips.

Fuck, it felt amazing. It didn't take long at all to go from uncomfortable to indescribable. I forgot there were even cameras in the room until I opened my eyes and saw them dancing about. I yipped and gasped like a little bitch with each thrust. Those sheets were never going to get used again after the clawing I was giving them. I thought maybe Jerry said something to me but I was lost to the world. All I wanted was more, more, and more. I got it. Corey leaned lower; hovering just above my back and even brushing his abs against me now and then with his motions. His breath was hot and heavy on my ears with the occasional grunt and growl. Primal submissive instincts awoke in me and I thrust back as best I could. That got a few fuck's and yeah's, and bitch's from the top as he reveled in my enjoyment.

Someone else was enjoying the show. I caught a glimpse to the side and there Jerry was, jacking his meat to the display of raunchiness I was giving him. I couldn't help but to give my lips a hungry lick that I made sure he noticed. He already won the bet: I would beg for this in the future. Hell, I'd even let that fat badger fuck me if this is what getting fucked was like.

Corey's movements and breathing changed. He was going to cum soon and I knew it. Then, the worst thing happened: he pulled out in one devastating blow. I whimpered in desperation as wonderful thing came to a sudden stop and I felt empty. I felt something other than empty, though, as he grunted and something wet and hot landed in thick globs. He came a lot, and the viscous fluid was soaking it's way through my fur all over. My tail, my hole, my ass, running down the back of my balls: everywhere. My sensitive nose went nuts with the strong smell. The few times I'd caught a whiff of another guy's load in the past it was disgusting. This was different, and it only turned me on more.

The room got quiet except for our heavy breathing and the quiet footsteps of the crew. "Flip over on your back," came Jerry's voice in my ear.

I had to force myself to move. My face was buried in the then drool-stained pillow, and the sheets stuck to my pre-covered belly as I turned around. I hadn't even realized I had made such a mess down there, and I hadn't even gotten off.

For the first time I was face-to-face with Corey, or at least close to it. I scooted down so that my legs dangled off the bed, but they weren't dangling for long. The ram lifted them with ease and I soon found my knees were near my face while he teasingly rubbed his tip against my soaked ass. He wasn't possibly going to go back to work, was he?

He was. I arched my back when the Ram easily stuck himself back in me all the way to the hilt. The new position brought new sensations, and this time it was something deeper calling at me. Corey gave me a tender lick on the muzzle as he once again started to thrust. His paws pushed into my shoulders and pinned me-quite willingly-below him. I was able to get a paw up to one of his gorgeous horns and pull his head down closer to me, though. He loved it, and I was rewarded with a playful nip in the neck that felt far better than any bite ever should.

Whatever the new angle was doing was working. I don't even know what sorts of noises I was making at that point, as each time he pushed in he hit something that made my cock jump. A few more times and I tensed up. I tried desperately to touch myself, to do something, but I couldn't do a thing except cry out in pleasure as I climaxed. I rode it out, spurt after spurt onto my chest; hands-free, as promised. Then, once again, I felt empty as the ram withdrew; letting his shaft lie between my sticky cheeks.

"Cut!", Jerry signaled. The badger grumbled and wiped his cum-covered paw on a nearby towel and disappeared from the room.

I felt a tender peck on my cheek and looked up into those big eyes. I didn't care about the dirty dishes or the money trouble right then. I could tell he didn't either.

Corey winked, "I've never seen Jerry fap it to a shoot, before. We must have been pretty hot."

"Fuck yea we were."

Alicia was back, and handed us each towels. We ignored her.

"You wanna talk about this?"

I laughed and shrugged. I didn't know what I wanted to do about this. "Let's just go get something to eat while I can still walk."