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"Someone's a little excitable," observed Kong, lumbering over to where Jake sprawled on the couch, coated in semen. He sounded stern, and a bit annoyed, and told the other three, "Well, the fresh meat needs cleaning up. That's on you three boys." Glaring at Jake, he added, "Next time, learn to fucking swallow." Jake felt his face falling; his good feeling had been promptly pissed all over. From the kitchen, Leo and Joey chuckled over their drinks as Kong returned to his interrupted planning. Chet and the tiger peeked over the couch at the scene.

"Don't worry about Kong," whispered the boar, his voice tinged with a Germanic accent. "He'll be pissed at you for the rest of the day, but he'll get over it. I'm Scruffy."

"And I'm Actaeon," the buck introduced himself quietly, his upper-class accent kind of surprising to Jake. "Though just Acti is fine, it's what most people call me."

They followed up the belated introductions by joining with Maui to lick the collective semen from Jake's body. The tongues running on his body felt erotic, but having recently ejaculated, he thankfully didn't spring up back at full mast. As if to help, he wiped the semen that had collected on his face towards his mouth, sliding it around his tongue to try to catch any loose hairs before swallowing.

Over the licking, he heard Kong cough loudly to get everyone's attention. Jake craned his ears to listen. "If you're going to fuck in here, make sure you swallow, got something to plug up your butt, or use something. Bukkake time is for your rooms, you know, the ones with showers in them. The next time that happens, I'm going to Nut you."

Chet started to laugh, but the tiger sitting next to him stared him into silence. Kong continued, "We've already got two unscheduled guests: the loud one, and the braying donkey. I don't want any more unexpected troupe members. So be extra fucking careful. And, if it turns out one of you roped the future wood-shitter into this, enjoy your last days of freedom.

"Now, back to normal business. Studio One: Taurus and Ram are doing some of the solo shots for Farmhouse Fuckers Five. Maui, when your little foursome have cleaned off the cum-rag, take him with you and show him the ropes.

"Dino, once Joey's finished being a prima donna, take Sabre and his playmate with you to Studio Two: again, Sabre, bring him up to speed. We need that fucking Dingo money until we can get another dog.

"Speaking of: Scruffy and Acti, you've volunteered to be on Nut duty this morning." At this, the two of them paused licking, and started to protest, but Kong held up one dark-skinned, scarred hand and said, "The screamer's new; you're not."

Kong continued, "After clean-up and lunch, you've got your flight, Leo. Make sure you've had your tranquillisers, because it's going to be a long trip. Maui, you've got a private webcam session booked, so make sure you don't fuck around for the rest of the morning. Don't make me regret giving you a new toy any more than I do now. Sabre, you and Jumbo will be on Nut duty then.

"Acti, you've got a solo shoot for Farm Fuckers Five, so I'm leaving you with Joey in Studio Two. Dino, take over filming in Studio One. Scruffy, make sure you've shaved and pinked up your skin; you're in Studio One as well.

"Newbies, you'll be with me after lunch. Try to think of some good aliases to go by; they're going to be your new names from here on out. I also want you to start making a list of what you want to have added to your rooms. I'll go into more details this afternoon, but try to think of some stuff first."

Kong concluded by pointing over to Jake and the others, who by now had stopped licking him and had paused to listen to what he was saying, and announcing, "Aside from that mess, I'm going to be handling clean-up and the other chores. Fine, you know where you need to be." After he finished talking, Kong headed over to the kitchen; his voice had been sounding more and more strained.

"You guys go," Maui offered Actaeon and Scruffy. "I think we can deal with the rest of the mess. Get yourselves cleaned up and go relax for a bit." The stag and boar got up, Scruffy grumbling under his breath, and went behind the couch and out of Jake's eyesight. Maui half-smiled, and explained, "Everyone hates Nut duty, but everyone has to do it. Well, everyone but Taurus, obviously. I'm sure Kong'll explain it this afternoon."

"It's just like the induction process at work," observed Jake, watching as the room slowly emptied. Now that people had been given their marching orders, it was time to get on with things.

Maui shrugged, and explained, "I'm just going to get some sterilisation fluid; it absorbs the infectious parts of our cum and dries the rest out. Then we should be able to vacuum it up. After that, I'll take you to meet Taurus and Ram and show you how to use the video equipment."

As Maui also disappeared behind the couches, Joey sauntered over grinning down as Jake lay frozen; he'd been too afraid to move until he'd been given the all-clear by someone after Kong had gone off about him. "Nice form, and it's good to see you're eager, but you might want to work on your dialogue there," Joey said. "The world of pornography's filled with enough awful lines anyway."

Jake felt blood rushing up to his face; he'd hardly have believed himself of saying something so lewd and crass out loud. "I don't know what came over me," he admitted, "it's like something broke in my head. Nothing major, just the worry over being here."

Maui returned, holding a bottle that looked like it contained some harsh chemical cleaner, and a couple of sponges. As he carefully poured some of what Jake assumed was the sterilisation fluid onto one of the sponges, Maui asked, "So, what are you homos talking about?"

"He's had his Reckoning," Joey said. Maui raised one eyebrow, or at least where his eyebrow would have been if he had any hair on him at all, and Joey explained to Jake, "Basically, when you've come to accept the strange situation you've landed yourself in, and you just decide to grab it by the dick."

Maui instructed Jake, handing him the soaked sponge, "Scrub this all over you, it'll sting your skin a bit but it's otherwise harmless."

"Do you do this every day?" Jake asked. "Shoot porn movies, I mean?" Maui had been right: it felt like little bugs were eating at his skin, leaving him feeling itchy all over.

"Nah," Joey answered. "But on most days we try to make something: photo shoots for promos and for Kong to use as references, writing and editing scripts, putting videos together, running private camera sessions, etcetera, etcetera."

"But," Jake pressed, trying not to get too distracted by Maui wiping the other sponge along his inner legs while he carefully dabbed it over his face, "who buys this stuff? I've never, ever seen anything with you guys in it before. I mean, not that I would have gone looking for it, but..."

Joey explained, "It's not something a lot of people get to see. It's all highly priced: fifty thousand American dollars for a tablet to access the private network. More for the actual content by subscription. Even more if you want more customisation. There's a lot of rich people who are bored or into some really kinky stuff, and they know how to keep secrets. Ask Acti, he knows the most about this kind of thing." Jake nodded, thinking he'd have to try to remember to do so later.

"Joey," growled a refreshed Kong holding a glass of water, "get your finger out of your ass and get moving!"

"Better go," Joey grinned. He grabbed Maui's ass playfully, and waved with a wink to Jake and headed out of the room. "See you later!" he called out, disappearing from view.

The sponge Jake had been using had dried up, and he handed it back to Maui. His hands scratched at his face, flakes of dead skin drifting down. Now that everyone except he, Maui and Kong had gone off to do their jobs, Jake was curious to know more about what his was going to be. "What's Farmhouse Fuckers Five?" he asked Maui.

"It's a sequel," Maui said, taking the sponge and pulling Jake up by the hand. "The series started off with Nut in the role of a farm dog, being molested by a farmer, and them fucking. This was before they knew that our semen was infectious, which is why Dino's here. He used to be a human porn star that got hired for the video, and then he got stuck here."

Pausing his explanation, Maui fetched a vacuum cleaner that had been stored in one of the cabinets in the office. They went over to the corner of the sitting area they had been in, and Jake looked around while Maui plugged it in. Behind the farthest couches were a bunch of boxes. One was filled with sterilisation fluid bottles and sponges. "Just how much of this stuff do they go through?" he wondered, grinning. The other box was filled with sex toys, the same as he found in his room earlier.

Maui continued, shouting to be heard over the low noisy drone of the operating vacuum cleaner, "It's the most popular video we had on offer, so naturally they rushed a sequel out. Farmhouse Fuckers Two had Nut doing stuff on his own and with Kong, who had to shave to pass for human. It wasn't quite as popular, but then Ram joined up and Farmhouse Fuckers Three was he and Nut, and again massively popular. Four just got released not too long ago. Everyone's on tenterhooks about its success, as Nut was the main star and wasn't exactly available, and it was Acti's and Taurus' first movie."

Jake noticed the attachment on the end of the vacuum cleaner was the same one they used on couches and car interiors. It felt strange, gliding over his skin; it wasn't painful, and the vacuum was on one of its lower settings, but he felt that the fur was going to be sucked off his body.

Still shouting, Maui concluded, moving around to Jake's back, "Kong wants to make at least one more movie in the series before canning it if Four and Five aren't popular enough." Jake found he enjoyed having the vacuum cleaner sliding up his back; it felt like a really good massage, and relieved him of a lot of the annoying itchiness he'd been feeling back there that he'd not been able to get to. He leaned over the side of the couch, sighing somewhat contentedly.

"There," Maui said, the vacuum whirring down. Jake heard the watch on Maui's wrist go off again, and the whale-man swore. "Shit! I need to pop back to my room for a bit. It'll just take a second. Do you want to come with?"

"Sure," agreed Jake; he didn't want to be stuck here by himself with Kong. He'd made a bad first impression, and wanted to give the gorilla some time to calm down before spending any amount of time with him. Besides, he didn't seem the type to be swayed by the offer of getting his dick sucked. He tagged along, following with the guards that accompanied him.

Jake idly wondered what the guards thought of the whole thing: mutated dudes walking around, fucking each other loudly. How much would you have to pay a guy to ignore that and keep his mouth shut? "Then again," Jake mused to himself, "there could always be another 'Nut incident'." He wondered how the guards felt about that happening: were they still friendly with their ex-comrade, or did they treat him with the same impassive silence as they did with him and the rest of the transformed guys?

Maui was able to let himself into his cell: the orca waved the back of his hand up against the card reader, and the heavy metal door unlocked and opened. "Watch out for the pool," Maui informed him; Jake was glad he gave him the warning, as the pool was right next to the door. His legs bowing, Maui dived into the pool: Jake couldn't see the bottom, and wondered just how deep it was. The water's surface rippled, and after a couple of seconds he realised Maui wasn't just taking a quick dip. He sniffed the air: the room lacked the wind sweeping in, but there was a definite salty scent.

Jake decided to poke around the land-based parts of the room until Maui was done doing whatever it was that he was doing. This room's television was behind a plastic screen to protect it from the wear of the salt in the air, and water getting splashed about. There didn't seem to be a bed, either; though Jake guessed that was probably reasonable. Most of the stuff was kept in the plastic bins the sex toys in Jake's room had been put in. Maui had three bins with sex toys in them, at least from what Jake could see with a quick glance. A tablet and remote control were put into another, along with a ruggedised tablet.

One of the things that wasn't was a large mirror mounted on the wall. Jake was slightly taken aback when he saw himself. The fur he'd known about: he was covered completely from head to foot in a thick pelt of black hair. He'd also been aware of his junk: a big fat sausage now hanging off of his frame from a thick membrane that angled his cock slightly upwards at the base, and the huge balls nestled just underneath, sticking out from the dark fur around them. The most obvious had been the changes to his overall body shape and the little things he'd noticed while trying to do normal things: the thickened muscles in his legs, the lengthening dark nails on the ends of his digits that caught him occasionally when he tried to grip on to his own, or someone else's cock.

What Jake hadn't realised was the massive changes to his face since he'd arrived: he didn't even look like himself any more. "Though, I guess this is how I look like now," he observed. It had all felt so normal it had mostly gone unnoticed, and the changes hadn't hurt. His face had bulged out, particularly around the jaw. The fur around his short muzzle was much lighter than that on the rest of his body, like he'd been dipping it into powdered sugar. Raising his lips, he checked out the teeth: they were definitely looking bigger and sharper to him. His nostrils pointed out more forwards than before due to the transformations in his skull. His round ears stuck out, having grown slightly and creeping up the sides of his head.

"I really do look like a bear," Jake thought.

From behind him, the surface of the water broke and Maui came up, heaving for air. "Sorry about that," he said once he'd recovered, "when I swim it's like being out in the middle of the ocean again."

"That's fine," answered Jake, "I was just checking myself out." Not wanting to sound horribly vain, he added, "The changes, I mean."

Maui nodded, "No, I totally get it. It happens pretty damned fast. You're coming along pretty nicely, in another day, I'd say you'll be done."

Jake stated, "I look pretty done already."

Pushing himself out of the pool, Maui explained, "I can tell you're not done because of your dick. It's usually the first and last thing guys notice when they're being changed, because that's one of the thing that needs the most time to change. Skin needs a lot of changing, but it's spread over a bigger area, and most of the other things on the inside are more or less the same, just shaped differently. But animal stuff is weird: bones, sheaths, internal testicles, upside-down genitals, there's a whole bunch of strange shit that you can get."

"So I've noticed," Jake agreed.

"That's one of the other reasons why I need water," added Maui. "My balls are inside me, and to keep my sperms happy they need to be cooled down. Not that I mind being in the water, it just makes work tricky. Speaking of which, could you hand me a towel? We should really get going."

Jake turned, looking through the plastic boxes until he found one stuffed with towels. As he pulled one out, he said, "So, what is it we're actually doing?"

Maui answered, easily catching the towel that Jake threw to him, "On the technical side we need to line up the cameras to get the right shots, and basically make everything look okay. Most of the time we'll have to prepare the sets, but Ram and Taurus would have handled that already."

Jake nodded, and the two left Maui's room. They were escorted back into the square corridor running around the central room, turning off down an almost identical-looking passage with four doors, and one larger one at the end guarded by another two armed guys. "The two studios are the two front doors, as you can see," Maui stated as he pointed to the signs on the door. "One of the rooms we use for storage of old sets and props; a lot of stuff gets re-used. That room there isn't officially used for anything, but we use it to store our old props, costumes and bits of sets. There's also some tools in there for building sets, repairing costumes, stuff like that."

"What's the other room?" Jake wondered, straining his eyes to read the text on the plaque.

Maui grinned, "Occasionally, we get requests for a more hands-on inspection from some of our clients. Sometimes they want to engage in some pet play stuff with one of us. Other times, they want to have sex. Just whatever the client wants, really. That's the room that takes place in."

Jake observed, "But, they'd get infected then, wouldn't they?"

"They have an injection for that," Maui noted. "It stops the mutagenic chemicals from taking hold in the cells. It's a preventative measure, though, not a cure."

Before Jake could ask anything else, Maui held a finger up to his beak, as he opened the door to the studio. Jake followed him inside, looking around. He found the studio was a lot like an enlarged version of their rooms: lined with grey, monotonous concrete, with some toilet stalls off in an adjoining room, though this one was separated by from the main room by a door. A large, public shower was built nearby; Jake guessed it was set up to not only allow performers to shower off after shooting, but to also allow them to film shower sex scenes.

One corner of the room had four monitors positioned around the top of a large desk. The screens were on: two of them showed the feed from the two cameras that were aimed at the set taking up the back wall of the room, while the other two showed nearly the same thing, only with the green screen replaced with the image of a wall of a hayloft and green fields and forests visible through the window beyond. Aside from the cameras, the set was surrounded with lights, a couple of large fans that were currently off, and a few other things Jake didn't understand. The set itself was pretty simple: a few hay bales placed into variously-sized piles, and loose hay covering the floor. The only elaborate thing was the reinforced wooden frame with Taurus hanging bound off of it.

"Holy shit, look at those muscles!" Jake thought. Taurus massive, toned body was straining and flexing, the outlines of his shifting musculature visible under his roan skin. He looked equally as tall as the already giant Maui, with the curves of two wicked horns adding on another foot. Biceps rounded out as he strained against the ropes around his wrists, his massive hands clenched into fists, his stocky fingers ending in thick, heavy dark nails. His large bovine nostrils flared in and out, causing wide ribcage to expand, pulling apart the curved, nipple-peaked pectorals and forced his obscenely bulging abdominals to relax and contract, the eight-pack easily visible even from the other side of the room.

Jake stifled a moan, feeling his penis quickly hardening and sliding out of the beginnings of his new sheath. The abdominals were cut in two by a large, vibrant pink spear that started just above where his belly button used to be and ended slightly underneath the nipples of his massive pecs. Jake felt his sphincter relaxing; wondering what kind of preparation he'd need to do to get a dick like that inside him. Two large, elongated testicles hung down in a thick pink scrotum, in front of a long, swishing tail.

When Ram came around from the frame, Jake was caught by surprised: Taurus was so huge he'd totally obscured him. One of the shorter guys Jake had seen since he'd arrived, Ram wasn't covered from head to toe with wool as Jake had expected; instead, his body was mostly pink, lined with streaks of closely-cropped wool that he guessed the shearer had missed. He was packing his own horns; these ones had started to curl around, and had an odd, glossy blackness to them that made Jake wonder if they had been painted or somehow dyed. His jaw, a lot wider that sheep normally had, was gritted tight, showing rows of flat-tipped white teeth through retracted lips, until he noticed the other people in the room.

"Hey guys," he called out, scratching his giant, woollen sack. Although he was much shorter and leaner than Taurus, he still had a visible, much more slender, body shape. "About time you turned up. I'm sweating my ass getting everything ready by myself."

"Sorry," apologised Maui. "I was busy showing this guy around, and things got a little complicated."

"Complicate them in here next time," Ram noted irritably. "Freshly sheared and I'm still sweating like a whore in church, well figuratively anyway. New guy got a name, yet?"

"Not yet," Jake mentioned, "but -"

Taurus interrupted, his voice a lot higher-pitched than Jake was expecting, "No real names."

"Anyway," Ram said, elongating the third syllable, "I'm going to go put on my red devil kit. New guy, mind saving Aquaman some problems and fluffing Taury 'til I'm done?"

"Uh, sure," Jake agreed, hoping he wasn't in anyone else's bad books. "What do I need to do?"

Ram bleated out a laugh, and answered, "Keep him hard, but not to the point he goes off, no matter how much he begs for it. Also keep him supplied with water, it's like a fucking furnace in their today." He went off-set and over to a rack of costumes: one had been set out on the end, a red suit with a black tuft of wool sewn over the chest.

As he watched Ram get dressed, Jake suddenly felt an icy water bottle and a straw being pushed into his hands. "Better get going," Maui urged, "basically, just try to keep Taurus comfortable and aroused. I'm going to go check on the lighting and cameras and things."

Nodding in assent, Jake carefully dodged the wires and stands and stepped onto the set. Immediately, he felt the heat rolling off of the huge lamps. "I can see what Ram meant," he observed, walking over to Taurus. Although the bull's ankles were bound, one of the hay bales on set was hiding the fact his feet were firmly planted on stools. "Clever," Jake thought.

"Hi," Jake said slightly awkwardly. "What would you like me to do?"

"I could use a drink," Taurus said. "If you stand on those hay bales to your left..."

Jake turned; the bales Taurus meant were stacked into stairs. Carefully, Jake tested them out, finding them surprisingly sturdy, before shifting his weight on to them and climbing. Gripping his rather paw-like hands onto the vertical support of the frame Taurus was in, Jake leaned over, pointing the straw towards the bulls large muzzle.

Sucking on the straw earnestly, Taurus slowly emptied the bottle as Jake hung on to the side of the frame. It wasn't the worst job, Jake decided, running his eyes lustfully over Taurus' body. "Anything else you want me to do?" he offered. Taurus shook his head, still content to drain the water from the bottle. Behind him, Maui and Ram shouted to each other; occasionally, Jake would notice the light shifting or heard something being moved. He was asked to step off of the set for a few minutes while they adjusted the positioning of the camera; glancing over, he noticed they were trying to align the shot with the background shown on the green screen, which wrapped around the set along the back wall and partially out on two "walls", smoothed over by green fabric glued around the corners.

When he was instructed, he moved back on to the set. Before he could climb up the bales, Taurus coughed and asked, "Could you, uh...?"

"Yes?" Jake prompted.

Taurus looked uneasy, and forced out, "Could you stroke me off a bit?"

Jake smiled, and answered, "Sure, whatever you need." Putting the water into the relative shade behind the hay bales, Jake wiggled his fingers, and reached up. Cupping Taurus' massive sack in one hand, he gently grasped the base of the bull's cock and gingerly started stroking it, eliciting a satisfied, long grunt from Taurus.

The hardest part of the job was not just wanting to take the cock in his mouth, or stroke Taurus faster. Jake wanted to have him empty those huge balls he had all over his bearish body. But he had a job to do, and he wanted to do it well. Jake buried the end of his muzzle into Taurus' groin and sniffed.

"What the fuck are you doing?" the bull grunted flatly.

"Sorry," Jake said, pulling his head back.

After a couple of seconds of awkward silence, Taurus finally interrupted to interrogate him. "So, which one are you? The guy who got infected first, or the guy that got jizzed on by him later?"

"The first guy," Jake admitted, not wanting to lie but wondering if he'd just stepped into a trap. After all, he'd gotten Chet stuck here the same way that Taurus had been.

Taurus grunted, and probed, "Have any family at home?"

"Not really," said Jake.

Taurus decided, "That's good. You can stop stroking now; I need some more water."

Jake dutifully resumed the same position he'd been in earlier. He wondered how Taurus felt: he seemed a lot more bitter and angry than any of the others seemed to be about their situation. "Maybe he hadn't had his... what was it that Joey called it... Reckoning?" he thought. An idea came to him: what if Taurus had had a wife and kids back when he was a human being? The thought made Jake feel uncomfortable: there could be all sorts of people missing their brothers or sons or husbands or fathers out there in the real world, while they were quarantined in here, shooting gay porn for fetishists. He thought of his own family, but that turned out to be surprisingly hard to do: he really didn't want to think of them, or his past life at all.

"Ready to go!" Jake's musings were cut short as Ram swaggered on to the set. He turned; the guy looked completely different: he'd used face paint or make-up or something similar to colour his face black, and with red contacts and the red suit he looked rather demonic. "Clear the set, Mister Bear," he ordered. "We've got a film to make, and farm animals only on set."

Just as carefully as he had entered, Jake moved off of the set. Maui was set up behind one of the cameras, and Jake gravitated over to him. "What should I do now?" he asked.

"Get some fresh drinks ready for the guys," Maui suggested, not turning his face away from the camera's viewfinder. "You've probably noticed how hot it can get on set, and with Taurus tied up. Some snacks would be good for him, too; Taurus likes chocolate, I think, but take some water over and ask. If you get the chance, track down some sterilisation fluid - there's plenty around here - and have it on hand in case Taurus goes off."

"Sure thing," Jake said. The room's main overhead lights had been turned off earlier, he'd discovered, but there was enough light spilling off-set from the lamps to see comfortably. He slowly tracked down all the things he'd been asked to do, watching the set out of the corner of his eye as he heard Maui exclaim, "Action!"

Maui was behind the camera facing the back wall, and from that angle Ram stood facing the bound Taurus, ensuring the bull's junk was near the centre of the screen. Ram slowly approached, squeezing on Taurus' balls, making the bull bellow. The ram's hands then moved up, index fingernails tracing along the curvature of Taurus' scrotum, curving to run along the underside of the sheath until it bounced off, hitting the soft flesh of the bull's cock.

Jake made his way over to a table; trays of food and water had been laid out. Knowing where to go for most of what he'd need, he went looking for the sterilisation fluid. Meanwhile, Ram was toying with Taurus' cock. Jake stroked his own slowly; the movie wasn't that great yet, but seeing Taurus bound up was really appealing. "I'm becoming a kinky bastard," Jake mused, smiling as he spied a box of bottles of the fluid behind a box of sex toys.

Grabbing one, he returned to stand close to the food and stashed it underneath the table where he'd know where it was when he'd need it. The food was mostly snacks, primarily sugary things to keep the performer's energy up and that would last unrefrigerated: doughnuts, biscuits, chocolate bars and cakes, mostly. Water was the drink of choice, and while they continued to film foreplay scenes he uncapped and added straws to three of the bottles. Jake then looked around for sponges, occasionally playing with himself. He seemed to get hard so easily that he'd had to have become accustomed to walking around with his cock out.

The shoot continued on for about an hour, Ram constantly toying with Taurus' shaft, or his balls, or nibbling on his large, round nipples. "Cut!" Maui cried, calling a halt to the filming. Jake jumped into action, grabbing the bottles he prepared earlier and went on-set. Passing Ram on his way over to the snack table, he handed over a bottle, earning thanks from the overheated ram. He got up on the hay bales again, and pushed the straw into Taurus' mouth.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Jake asked. Taurus shook his head; his cock was slapping him in the chest with wet smacks as he tried to deal with what Jake knew would be insatiable lust.

From off to the side, he heard Maui and Ram discussing the shoot. "I think we should film the cum shot next," Ram argued, "Taurus' going to explode if I keep up with this, might as well make use of it."

"The cameras and set would have to be rearranged," Maui disagreed, "and we'll have to take them back for the wider whipping shots."

Ram related, "Taurus hasn't ejaculated all morning. I wouldn't mind getting off either. What about the new guy?"

Maui's voice had a humoured quality to it as he suggested, "There's probably enough times to build up to cum shots, and Taurus could probably do with a break. Plus we've only got him this morning." After a silent period he called out, "We're going to take a film break, can you untie Taurus?"

Jake called out, "Okay, sure." Placing the bottle on the bale below his feet, he climbed up further.

"Just pull the cord on the side," Ram instructed, "the one with the red sticker; the knot should undo itself." Following these instructions, Jake released one of Taurus' wrists; the bull leaned over to tug on the rope on the other side, while Jake climbed down to untie the feet.

Maui came up behind Jake and tapped him on the shoulder, just as he stood up. "Hey, mind dealing to these two?" he asked. "I'm going to go back to my room and take a quick dip."

Jake nodded, "Sure, but what do you want me to do?" He had an inkling, but his mind and cock needed to make sure.

"They're pent up, un-pent them," Maui chuckled.

Jake felt his heart race, and his cock twitched in response. "Yeah, okay," he agreed quickly. Taurus stepped down behind him, rubbing his wrists; Jake could feel the heat coming off of the bull's body, even underneath the hot lights of the set. The three of them stepped off the set, meeting up with Ram as he lingered by the snack table, having half-eaten a doughnut.

"I'll be back in a while," Maui announced, "I need to get wet."

Ram grinned, "So do the rest of us." Turning to Jake, he added, "So, how much experience have you had?"

From his tone, Jake knew what he was asking for. "A bit," he answered, feeling whatever blood wasn't heading down to keep his erection up going into his face. If he wasn't so hairy, he'd have been blushing. As Ram prompted, he described all the things he'd done sexually since he'd been infected. Describing it turned him on even more; it didn't help that Taurus was standing right behind him, the tip of his cock rubbing against his ass and lower back.

Ram stroked the fake beard he had on, and nodded, one corner of his upper lip rising up. "You've done most of the vanilla things," he summarised, "but how would you like getting some instruction in bottoming?" Grabbing Jake by the wrist, he pulled him over to the shower. It was, Jake noticed, large enough to hold at least three guys inside: realising this made his heart pound in his chest.

"First thing you need to do," Ram instructed, "is wash out your ass. Get in, and start fingering your butt."

Jake did as he was ordered. The inside of the shower was rather complex: multiple shower heads, as well as a bunch of other hoses that branched off with various attachments on the end. The water immediately came out warm - not too surprising, given the general heat of the room - and Jake got in. His hands grabbed onto his ass, slowly working his fingers around the entrance, gradually relaxing until he could push the tip of one finger in.

Ram reached in, careful not to get his body too wet, as he turned off the main shower head. Then he slid in beside Jake, picking up one of the hoses coming off the shower, telling him to bend over. Jake moved his hands away from his ass, turning around to face Taurus. He bent over, the bull grabbing onto his arms as Ram slowly inserted the nozzle into Jake's ass. Jake suddenly felt a slow trickling of water inside him; he jumped slightly as the pressure increased a small amount. Then it disappeared, and as the nozzle was pulled outside of him, Jake felt the warm water trickling down his legs. Taurus' cock rested right in front of his face; Jake opened his mouth, sliding it along the pink, fleshy pole. Water was still dripping off of Jake's fur when Ram slapped him on the ass. "Okay, you're ready."

Jake didn't waste any time; he stepped out of the shower, getting down onto all fours on the ground. His hand wandered down to stroke himself off. The other two moved in immediately: Taurus descended on his rear, his large hands roughly pulling his broad ass cheeks apart, Ram swaggering in front of him.

Outside of his costume, Ram seemed to have the most average body type of the animal men: slightly pudgy but not seriously overweight. His penis was similar to Taurus' and Actaeon's in general shape, just smaller. The size didn't seem to impact Ram's approach very much; Jake thought it might have made him more confident as there was less damage he could do. Ram grabbed onto the sides of Jake's head, pushed his cock between Jake's dark lips and started humping his face.

Meanwhile, Jake felt the tip of Taurus' shaft sliding up and down against his butt. Something cool and sticky dripped down between the touching parts of the two men, as Jake heard the squelching of a squeezed plastic bottle behind him. The bottle thunked on to the floor as Taurus fingered Jake's cleaned hole, Jake relaxing to let the thick finger slide in while trying to keep his mouth slack enough for Ram's cock so as not to bite into it.

Taurus worked the lubricant well around Jake's rear, and along his cock: at least, that's what Jake assumed the stroking sound of flesh against flesh was that came from behind him. Another finger slid into his ass; Jake snorted air through his nose to release the uncomfortable pain he felt. "I'm probably going to get used to this," he consoled himself.

Although Ram's cock wasn't very large, his balls were very substantial, smashing into Jake's lower jaw as they swayed between the thrusting ram's legs. Ram's crotch musk had a distinct lanolin scent to it, which seemed to have been intensified from working in a costume in the hot environment of the studio.

More fingers stretched out Jake's hole, all slick with lubricant. Then he felt Taurus' shaft slide in: he could tell what it was by the point sliding along the inner lining of the entrance to his guts. The fingers released, his sphincter slowly enclosing the couple of inches or so of cock that had been pushed into his ass. Taurus' sticky hands then moved around to Jake's wide ursine hips, the bull's fingernails digging into his flesh as the end of the pole buried in him was forced deeper inside, slowly sliding outwards - though not completely - as Taurus settled into a slow rhythm.

Jake felt weird: his body felt somewhat like he needed to use the bathroom, but that seemed to be partially redirected to other parts of his brain now, and he felt a small burst of pleasure to go alongside it. It was strange to think that his ass almost hungered for the cock inside him.

Even though he had gathered Taurus was like him - relatively inexperienced from earlier when it came to gay sex - he'd learned how to break someone in as a new bottom. Pain, if any, was minimal, and he didn't rush things: Ram, on the other hand, was far happier to just go to town on Jake's face. Fortunately, the ram's cock fit nicely into Jake's muzzled face.

Taurus' approach allowed Jake time to acclimatize himself to the shaft being in there before pushing in further: the whole penis wasn't in there, but there were definitely five or six inches - depending on the position of his thrust - at any one time.

Since Ram was somewhat supporting his face, Jake wandered his hands down: they gripped his own untended-to shaft. The head felt strange, like it had put its flesh collars up. It felt smoother along the whole shaft, too, and when his hands got to the base of the shaft he felt the thickened sheath that had formed there just above his balls. Stroking it felt more intense: fortunately, he'd gotten very accustomed to the powerful sexual feedback his new body could supply, so he didn't completely lose his mind to it immediately.

Taurus sped up: the bull had been in need of some release, and he seemed to be getting impatient. Jake could feel the warmth of his crotch getting closer and closer as inch after inch of bull cock invaded his slippery ass. The shaft move his guts around inside him, and tickled his prostate with the thrusts, making Jake give off muffled whimpers.

Giving Ram oral was weird: Jake had no control over it, couldn't really move his tongue or any of the things he'd learned how to do. Ram didn't seem to treat him as a sexual partner, just as a warm hole to do with as he pleased. He wondered if he thought he was doing something wrong, but the steady grunts and the salty taste of pre-cum mixing with Jake's saliva suggested he was getting at least some pleasure from him, which partially satisfied Jake.

He tried to focus on pleasuring himself: the other two knew more about what they wanted from him, and they seemed to be get it, so he let them take what they wanted, treating his holes as sex toys to help give themselves some relief from the same urges Jake felt plaguing him almost constantly. Besides, he had a whole new cock of his own to explore. Jake practised jerking himself off, learning how to stroke his cock with his paw-like, clawed hands without hurting himself and giving himself maximal pleasure.

Ram came first, his huge balls filling Jake's muzzle with semen. It sloshed around in his mouth as more gushed in; Ram pulled out, squirting more over Jake's muzzle as he finally was allowed to moan loudly. They echoed around the studio, as he started to jerk off faster, his own on-coming orgasm telegraphed by the warm natural lubricant trickling from the tip of Jake's new bearish cock.

Taurus was deep inside him: the entire shaft aside from the last couple of inches were constantly embedded, and those only peeked out from his stretched ring when the bull-man's waist pulled out slightly. Jake felt Taurus wrap around him, pulling the front of his body up, arms reaching up around his armpits.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Jake moaned. "Oh fuck, fuck!" Ram stood to the side, finishing himself off with his own hands and flicking the dregs of his cum at Jake's stomach carelessly.

The fleshy spear piercing him thrust in a final, quick time before Jake felt Taurus' arms tighten around him. Warm semen splashed around his insides, quickly straining down the length of the penis. Taurus bellowed loudly, drowning out the sounds Jake had been making.

Jake now had a sense of what it was like to be filled up. His innards were not only distended from the huge bull penis stuck up his asshole - how the whole thing fit up there, Jake had no idea - but Taurus' huge load was sloshing around in them. The feeling electrified him, and his hand worked quickly, tugging on his shaft as he felt an intense need to release his own load. He whined in pleasure, his deepened voice getting higher from the mixture of the discomfort and desire.

He sat on Taurus' cock for a while, feeling the loads slowly ebbing. Taurus was breathing heavily behind him, the warm air ruffling the fur on the back of Jake's neck. He could feel the thick, rippling muscles quivering from the endorphins entering him. The idea of Taurus' hot body was enough: Jake felt his cock shudder, and his cock fired out thick, ropey streams of ejaculate.

"Right, big boy," Ram advised, watching Jake's orgasm with some professional interest, "be careful when you pull out of him. He's pretty good at taking a dick, but he's still pretty new. Then go hit the shower and get cleaned up. Newbie, when he goes to pull out of you, make sure you relax a bit. Not that that should be a problem for you."

Taurus' shaft squelched out of him as the bull slowly stepped back. Jake's guts quivered in relief as they returned to their original arrangement; he ignored the feelings as he finished masturbating himself. He flopped onto the hard floor, cum dripping out of three points of his body.

"We're going to go shower," Ram stated, "and grab some food and rest up a bit. Then we're going to get ready for shooting when Maui gets back. Can you clean up this mess once you've finished?"

"Sure thing," Jake panted, nodding in agreement. Patting the bear on the head, Ram pressed the bottle of lubricant into the bear's sticky paw. Jake looked at it, his semen-smeared jaw dropping in realisation.

He was staring at the same style of bottle that he had picked up from the adult shop.