Will of the Alpha 2 - Method Acting Teaser
Well, my first book is coming out! I edited it along with Rechan, and submitted a story of my own. It's a rewritten, much improved version of one of my old Evil Petting Zoo stories. This is a book of gay bondage erotica (a bit later, WOTA 3 will come out with the straight/lesbian/other stories) and you can pick it up at:http://baddogbooks.com/?product=wil.....of-the-alpha-2
or Preorder at:http://furplanet.com/shop/item.aspx?itemid=813
Here's a sample from my story for you all to enjoy!
Method Acting
Please don't let me get an erection... Julian thought as the boy's thighs pushed his wooly legs apart.
In the back of his mind, whispering traitorously, another voice longed for the erection to form. Deep down he wanted the handsome okapi to feel his shaft and desire the little sheep, but seeing the nervous shame in Amal's emerald eyes, hope was much weaker than fear.
Julian blushed, turned his head to the side and let out a slight whimper of fear. At the sound he felt Amal's grip on his own arms slacken, and those strong hands trembled. The hips between Julian's legs froze, then drew back just slightly.
"Just stop, for fuck's sake!" The director shouted, throwing a copy of the script to the floor. The aging Lemur rubbed his brow theatrically before turning toward Grace, sitting just to his side. "I shouldn't have trusted you, bitch."
"Calm down Mabatha..." Grace lilted calmly, looking up at him with the unnervingly steady gaze of a border collie, eyes eternally framed in a black mask that obscured her emotions. "Staged sex scenes are always hard in rehearsal. But if you're that worried then why don't we make the scene easier? We could use silhouettes or put a sheet over them."
Mabatha dismissed the suggestions with a wave as profound as a shriek. "Idiotic. Without the sex we don't sell tickets; no one goes to the theater for love of the art anymore. We must be..." His drawn face exaggerated his exasperated scowl into something unnervingly cartoonish.
"Risqué." Grace shook her head. "You speak French. How could that one be hard?"
"In the Ivory Coast, we do not speak French when we're not speaking French." Mabatha fumed, turning to storm out of the theater, suit-coat tossed over his shoulder. "Deal with this." The door slamming behind him echoed ghostly through the near empty theatre.
Amal was still in position, holding the sheep's arms down firmly. Julian had to wonder, did Amal remain in position out of fear of reprimand? He looked down their tight bodies, still somewhat clothed but disheveled to look like they were actually having sex in their garments. Amal's suit was barely functional, really only good for the stage, with unbuttoned shirt exposing his well-defined chest and his trousers undone to let his underwear-clad package rub at Julian; only the necessities of keeping up appearances really occurred on stage.
Julian's dress, on the other hand, was very functional. Grace had made it for him especially, dressing him up like a Victorian doll in black. His skirts were drawn all the way up to the base of his chest, exposing his midriff and slender-if-wooly legs. His gaffs, crossdressing undergarments that tucked the penis out of view, had only the thinnest string so his fur would hide them from the audience, making him appear naked under the skirt from the side. His actual panties had already been pulled up for the scene, hanging off of one ankle like a flag to excite the viewers.
Julian realized, with deep embarrassment, that in his distraction an erection had indeed formed. The gaffs were tight enough to keep his shaft from working free and tenting, but the bulging ridge would be easy to see if his acting partner looked down. Luckily, Amal was too distracted to notice.
Grace sighed and gathered Mabatha's script from the aisle floor. "He's right, though. That was awful. You seriously need to start being actors and get over whatever is going on." She watched them steadily, darkly. "Maybe you two should just fuck for real?"
Julian's embarrassment was matched only by Amal's, whom finally pulled away, mortified. The other actors laughed off-stage at their reactions, Amal's ears folding back in further shame.
The okapi recovered quickly, putting on what attempted to be a winning smile for Grace. "I'd do a lot better with you up here, miss." His attempt at being suave fell flat, though even that endeared him to Julian. It may have gone better, of course, if his pants weren't still bunched around his hooves.
Grace bared her teeth in a predatory grin. "If I was up there I would be holding a whip, making you hump Julie faster. But just my luck to cast the one actor that doesn't like boys, for fucks sake!"
Julian bit his lip, hoping no one noticed she'd called him by the "female" name they only used at home, or when she took him out in drag. Luckily no one seemed to question it; Grace's anger was a far stronger draw of attention.
At the nervous silence that followed, the canine sighed and shook her head. "I don't think we'd be allowed to show real sex anyway. Just get down from there. We won't solve your problem by having you two fumble awkwardly." She shuffled the script, looking for another scene to practice. "Xuan, Molly, get out there!" Julian couldn't look up at the otter and cocker spaniel as they passed, only watch Molly's toeless, heeled shoes click across the stage while he felt her disgusted eyes on him.
"You should have girls play girls!" Molly shouted out to Grace, though the barb was really meant for Julian. Her long, fluffy ears flipped as she gestured toward Julian with glove-clad arms. "At least the important roles."
"Oh, shut up," Grace snapped uncharacteristically. She had no need to be nice to the actors but, even so, it wasn't like her to abuse the privilege. "Girls get embarrassed in these scenes, too. Now worry about not fucking up your own role."
As Amal and Julian passed behind the curtain, the sheep whispered, "I'm sorry." Amal looked like he was about to respond but, as the other actors gathered around them, he shut his mouth.