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A dim light from outside crept past the window curtains, filling the dark room with a small amount of the sun's rays. Peter slowly blinked his eyes open, grogginess still present within every part of him.

He could feel Sal nuzzling and kissing the back of his neck. "Mhmm." Peter mumbled to him.

"Morning." Sal's musk stilled his nose and his underwear covered the bottom of his visage.

"You smell delicious."Peter admitted while pushing closer to Sal.

"You're going to have to get a closer sample soon." Sal grumbled in response.

"I'll hold you to that." He spoke out, surprising the otter. The feline let out a quiet yawn, his rough tongue made contact with the briefs, filling his pallet with day old tastes. He started wiggling out of his blanket cocoon and was able to get his arms free with Sal's help. With an ounce of regret, Peter felt the undergarments get unbound from his muzzle.

The scent of old sex filled the room. So, that's what it smells like when he plays with his, as Sal would say,'soldiers'. No wonder why he was so frisky last night. Sal wrapped his arm around again and clutched his waist after flinging his boxers to the floor.

"You gave your fans quite the view yesterday." Sal lifted his muzzle off Peter's neckline and moved it to his shoulder.

"You posted it already?"

"Couldn't leave them hanging you know." Sal responded.

"Certainly left you 'hanging'." Peter teased as he pressed against Sal's morning wood.

"You'll make it up to me later." Sal informed him. Peter stayed quiet for a moment.

"Sal, are we? Or what are, is there anything?" Peter blurted out.

"I don't know Peter, I-I hope so but." He sighed." We'll see. Right?" He asked for confirmation, while being afraid of getting pushed away and seeing his friend storm out of the room.

"Right." Peter had the same thoughts, just replace himself storming out with Sal kicking him out. Sal held him in his embrace a few moments longer before peter started to break himself from the hug.

"I need to shower, I still have some. stuff on my belly." Peter kept the blanket wrapped around him as he got up, blocking Sal's view of his nude form.

"How'd you sleep?" The otter asked innocently, propping his arm up to rest his head on it.

"I think I should be asking you that." Peter shot back while getting some clothes from his bag.

"I slept juuust fine cat, I even had a fun dream." Sal badgered.

"Yeah I could tell your, thing," Peter gestured towards Sal's waist." Was prodding me all night."

"Yours was dancing all the same." He reminded the now stunned feline.

"Yeah-well, with your, you know. Undergarments around my um, muzzle all night it kept my mind occupied."

"My undergarments? Oh I almost forgot."Sal lied." They kept your mind up all night huh? About what?" he started to sit up and admire Peter's rump in his bent over position. Peter instantly straightened at the question.

"You know." He embarrassingly admitted.

"Was it about school work? Maybe you were dreaming of going to Disneyland. Of course it could always be me pounding into your precious ass while you're bent over the bed with my boxers gagging your mouth." Sal growled out as he stood up and made his was over to Peter, who was still frozenly facing away from him. He yet again wrapped himself against Peter, pressing his muzzle into the crook of his neck. And of course pressing his hard member into the base of the cat's covered rump. "Oh sorry, the last one was my dream."

Peter stiffened up as he felt Sal's brown, semi muscular arms wrap around him. Peter thought of what to say but, in return he unthinkingly spoke out, "That was mine too." He lightly pulled away from Sal and started walking to the door, dropping the sheet and quickly pulling on shorts before leaving the room and the awestruck otter. Peter may have been stretching the truth of his dream, a little bit. But, it had the same premise. The underwear was there after all, there was just more rope and denied releases in his dream.

............

After finishing his shower and cleaning himself out for the shoot, (having the life of a bottom is very time consuming...and nasty at times), he went back to their room and still had four hours until he had to shoot. Sal was back at his desk, now with a new pair of form fitting boxers on, much to Peter's pleasure/displeasure. "When do you have to be there at?" Sal asked, briefly turning away from his computer.

"Three, so I've got a little bit." Peter went over and sat crossed legged on Sal's bed.

"You know who you're shooting with?"

" Hunter, He's a roo." Peter told him as he ruffled the back of his neck.

"He's a cute little bugga ain' he." Sal, like Blake, pulled a bad australian impression.

" Wouldn't know, I've never seen him." Sal responded by swiftly typing on his keyboard and directed Peter over to him. Reluctantly, he got up and kneeled next to sal to get a better look at the screen.

"On your knees for me already." He mumbled out. Peter roughly slapped his arm. "Hey!" Sal rubbed the impact zone and glared at the grinning leopard. "Here he is." He muttered.

"Aw." Peter cooed at Sal scowling expression and started to kiss Sal's arm better. "That feel better little one."

"Oh, I'll show you what can make me feel better." He warned. Peter ignored him and looked at the screen. A disturbing image occupied the screen.

"Holy shit! What happened to his balls!" Peter yelled out, he quickly clamped his muzzle shut with his paws.

"Uh, that's how Kangaroo's are potty mouth. Their, as you so beautifully put it, balls are above their cocks. Helps keep them out of the way when they hop. You seriously didn't know that?" Sal questioned.

"How was I supposed to know!?" He yelped.

"Pfftt, virgins." Sal clicked on his most viewed video, which paired him up with a very attractive badger.

"Well, I mean. He is hawt."Peter drawled, watching how his muscles rippled as he thrusted into the moaning and squirming brown and white badger. His eyes settled on Hunter's jostling sack which slapped into his fucktoys rump every thrust. Peter could feel himself starting to get aroused so he turned away from the screen. "Does make things interesting." He spoke up.

"You'll hardly notice. You'll be to busy getting pounded, their cocks are more flexible than average. Which, he will make sure to aim to hit your favorite little spot over and over again. Hell you might even get off hands free." Sal told him, almost sounding like one of his professors.

"Yeah, right." Peter laughed.

"No, seriously be prepared." Sal winked at his friend.

"Oh, okay." He quietly responded, as he went back to Sal's bed. "What now?"

"Fuck?"

"No.

"Suck."

"Maybe later."

...........

Sal walked in with him into the Allfur studio, hoping to later trick Peter into thinking he left when he really stayed to watch the action. "BOYS!" Claire Squealed out from behind her desk.

"Claire." They both responded calmly.

"Sal you're not in today right?" She asked as she both drew them into a tight hug.

"No, just wanted to say hi." He lied.

"Aww, sweetie." She cutely squealed.

"Uh, make sure he doesn't follow me up there okay?" Peter asked her while giving the gaped mouth Sal a loving smirk.

"But I won't-," Claire cut him off.

"You will."She turned to Peter. "I'll make sure sweetie."

"I can never have any fun." Sal pouted.

"That's not what Blake's been saying." She argued.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked her, his left ear was cocked downward.

"Honey, he's probably your biggest fan. And to answer your question, he recognized Sal's arm." The realization dawned on Peter.

"He watched the video?" Peter's jaw dropped, Sal started laughing.

"He-he's probably jealous of me!" Sal broke out in between laughs. "Well Pete, if you want a raise you know what to do." Sal formed the okay symbol with his paw and thrusted into with his fingers.

"Sal!" Claire chuckled and slapped his arm as punishment.

"What? Oh sorry." He replaced his fingers with just his pinkie." Hold on, do you have a tack I could borrow? My pinkie is too big."

Peter groaned out in a mixture of annoyance and and laughter. "You are so immature."

"Mature enough for you, unless you're a pedophile." Sal stabbed.

"I'm not even gonna touch that." Peter turned away from him and looked at Claire, who was covering her smile with a paw. "What floor do I go to?"

"Lockers to change, then floor four. You have to go see Ty for make up. Him and Justin will inform you on the rest." She glanced at a notepad that she pulled out of her pocket.

"Thanks, I'll text you when to pick me up." Peter spoke to Sal.

"Take some pictures?" Sal pleaded with best puppy dog eyes.

Peter mulled it over for a moment, "We'll see.

"Score!"

"Awww, you guys are such a cute couple." Claire broke both of their attitudes.

"What? No, we're not. I mean it's," they stammered together.

"C'mon 'git going Peter, don't want to be late do you?" She shooed him away.

"Right, I'll... see you in a bit Sal." With that, Peter took long, fast strides to the elevator and clicked the up button. The last thing he saw through the closing doors was Sal's bright smile directed toward him.

When the doors finally opened, he started his walk to the locker room. " Don't be busy, don't be busy." He whispered to himself. He turned the final corner and saw the room semi filled with other furs all in different states of change. It wouldn't be as bad if he knew someone here, or at least knew where the towels were. Or knowing which locker he could choose, wait! What locker could he use? Was it first come (ha) first serve?"

"Easy." He started to calm himself down as he started to look for the towels and robes. He watched as a naked tiger and muskrat enter what seemed like the shower room and exit with fresh clean white robes. "Bingo."

Peter started to pad his way to the bland white high school looking showes, avoiding all the looks and stares pointing his way. As he walked through the shower rooms archway steam, soap, musk, cum, arousal and hundreds of other scents wafted into his nose inciting an unwanted reaction from sheathe. As fast as he could he looked around for any signs of the white cloth. He found some clean robes and towels hanging from a rack coordinated for species size. He grabbed a robe from the small-medium section and swung it over his arm.

He turned around and started walking back to the lockers, trying to find one that was the most secluded and free from any eyes. He found one in a corner of the room with a small 69-17 lettering to identify it across the top. He took a long glance around the room to see if anyone was watching before he pulled his shirt off and threw it into the locker. He kept his gaze on his locker as he undid his shorts and put them over his shirt, he took a quick breath and undid the tail holder on his underwear and slipped them off. He quickly bent over and grabbed for his robe. pulling it on and cinching it shut.

He gently closed the locker shut and turned around. "Eeep!" He squealed as he saw a small group of three standing behind him.

"Whoops sorry, didn't mean to scare you." The horse from the group deeply chuckled.

"Just wanted to say hello." A golden lab finished for his friend.

"Oh, uh; h-hi." Peter stuttered out, he crossed his arms to keep the robe more secure.

"We just wanted to show our support, we're big fans." The clydesdale admitted, obviously embarrassed.

"Thanks, it's um. Nice to uh, meet you." Peter shakily stuck out his paw to shake theirs.

"Try not to worry about today, just keep calm and remember that if you want to stop at all just say so." The last member of the group spoke out, he was a black tan mix of what Peter thought was a fruitbat.

"I'll keep that in mind." Peter responded. There was an awkward silence between them for a moment.

"Anyway, it was nice to meet you." The clydesdale broke the silence.

"You too, sorry for not uh being what you expected." Peter scuffed the floor with his foot. The bat spoke up and showed his inner fangirl.

"Oh you are exactly what we expected, you're just like you are in your videos! You're so adorable." He squealed.

"Thanks, I think?"

"We'll stop hassling you now, you must be a pretty busy guy today, I want to be as famous as you one day." The lab told him.

"I am a little busy but not even close to famous , it was nice meeting you guys." Peter rushed past them and walked to the private employee elevator that Sal told him about in the car. "So, that was cool. Totally weird, but cool."

He clicked the four button and waited for the elevator to zoom up the floors. A loud ding signified that he went up a floor, another one sounded when the doors started to open up. A blast of cool air wafted into the elevator, removing away any of the steam and warmth that came from the locker room. Peter wrapped his arms around himself to try and keep some of the heat clinging to him.

Peter stepped out of the elevator and onto the grey carpet floor. Laminated signs were posted on the light blue wall in front of him. The one with an arrow pointing to the right read "FILMING", the other spelled "SUPPLIES." Peter took the right and started to admire the framed pictures on the wall, all of which were ads or models from the company. Peter was surprised Blake didn't already have one up of him yet. Wait, he wouldn't do that right?

Peter was torn from his thoughts as he started to hear talking emitting from around the next corner. "Focus camera two on the bed, three go on the right side, one on the left." Peter started a lengthy walk to the group of people, he only recognized Justin.

"Peter, hi nice to see you. Ty is waiting for you in that room." The rat pointed to an open door on the other side of the organized disaster of the room. While walking to the other space, he saw a rack of flogs, leather vests, restraints, gags, dildos, ropes, pretty much anything and everything that someone can see as sexy. There were a few bare rows that served as pathways that lead to both doors, it almost looked like the clothing aisle in a supermarket.

A yellow light shone out the open door, illuminating the darker area. Ty was cautiously fiddling with his mobile make up area, currently his talons were messing around with a small canister of makeup to blend it just right. "H-hello." Peter quiety announced himself.

"Hi cutey, come here." Peter walked over to him and got pulled into a hug, which he cautiously returned. "How did you like the ice cream a few days ago?" The blue jay asked as he motioned his paw to the director's chair that stood in front of the rectangular body mirror.

"It was great, thanks for inviting me." The snow leopard nervously spoke out. "Oh and for uh, paying for me. Where will you be after the shoot? I have money for you."

"Honey, I wouldn't have paid for you if I wanted it back. Consider it the start of a friendship." Ty gave Peter's shoulder a friendly squeeze. Peter flicked his gaze away from Ty's. "I'm not that ugly am I? You always look away from me." Ty laughed.

"What!? No you're beautiful I'm just..." Ty raised an eyebrow at him as his beak split into a smile. Which of course spread to Peter when he noticed what Ty had done.

"Got you, always liked your smile. And did you say I was beautiful?" He started to 'politely' tease the sitting half naked feline.

"Y-you always liked me better naked." He countered.

"Ah ha! He can joke!" Ty whistled out, causing Peter to blush." Nice to see you opening up." Ty went to a small stand next to Peter and picked up a comb to start brushing the cat.

"You uh, want me to." Peter pointed to his robe.

"Could you please? I didn't want to ask just yet." Ty admitted. Peter lifted himself off the chair and undid the robe, he let it drop to the floor and kicked it to the side. He stared at his reflection and cupped his sheathe and furry sack to hide it from view. Sadly for him, there was nothing to hide his rump from Ty's view.

" So you know what you're doing today?"

"Well, yes but I um. Don't know the specifics." Peter stammered.

"I don't think you have a 'role' today, I think your just you know, fucking. No boyfriend role this time." Ty explained further.

"I'm a little scared." He whispered.

"Aww, Pete." Ty stopped combing him and stood on his talons, wrapping his feathery arms around him, giving his friend a hug from behind. "You'll be fine, I know you can do it. Just tell Hunter to stop if he hurts you, he's a pro and he's been in your position once."

"Really?" Peter asked, still undecided if he liked the hug or not or the crotch that was pressing against his butt.

"Yeah, he was at another company when he first became an actor. They were into some of the rough hardcore stuff, please don't tell him I told you this. I just want you to feel better." Ty glanced to the side." So for his first shoot they gagged him, tied him up, the usual for them. Then, the guy started to pound into him, they ignored his safe word, well yells, I didn't want to say it." Ty pulled away and started combing again.

"Wow that's terrible, he couldn't sue them or something?"

"Nope, signed a contract and didn't read the fine print. They could have said they thought it was just moans or something stupid like that. Also, with their lawyers? he didn't have a chance. He dosen't bottom anymore. Personal life and professional one." Ty responded, the sadness was evident in his voice. Peter stayed quiet as Ty finished up combing and trimming some uneven hairs.

"Close your eyes for me." Peter felt Ty's brush start sweeping across his face. Then a sudden hardness pecked his nose, Peter opened his eyes to see ty kissing his black sniffer ." That's for Brenden, and for being cute." He continued his routine on the speechless cat like nothing happened.

After half an hour, Ty led Peter back out to the main stage which was now much more crowded. New lights were added around the stage, as were more cameras and their operators. (Which Peter may have been fangirling over, they were canon XA25's!) . There was also a small separate crowd. "Um, I thought it was only essential personnel on shoots?" Peter whimpered.

"Always, they must have gotten passes." Ty chuckled.

"What do you mean passes?" He yelled.

"Well for a small fee, people can get a spot to watch a shoot happen." Ty explained.

"I refuse to do this." Peter stopped and started walking back towards the exit.

"You and Hunter get all the profits." Peter, reluctantly, stopped dead.

"Four hundred a ticket, there's what seven people here?" Ty started counting with his fingers, " twenty eight divided by two, fourteen hundred bucks if you let them stay."

Peter started to mull over his options but, was really only left with one." Isn't this, like prostitution?"

"No, that's if they pay to have sex with you. Watching however, that's not technically illegal." Ty cautiously explained. "Hunter said he doesn't care, hell he was excited. Just, pretend they aren't there. Or you know, this of your college debt."

"Pretend they're not here? Oh boy?" Peter pinched the bridge of his muzzle and took a few shallow breaths. "I'm going to talk with Justin." He started to slide away from the artist and to the director, taking the long route to avoid his 'fans'.

"You all set Seth?" Justin emphasized his name, he was fiddling around with a camera.

"Um, I uh, with them?" He motioned to the crowd.

"Sorry to spring it up on you, Blake kind of let them in last notice. Personally, I hate working with spectators. They always get in the way it seems, even if they can't pass the line." Justin groaned.

"What am I doing?" Peter asked himself.

"Oh first meet up with Hunter for a few, then there will be a photo shoot, film the main portion of the vid, and then finish with the money shots." Justin answered his rhetorical question.

"Wha-? Oh, yeah okay. Where is H-hunter?"

"That part you won't like." He pointed a pink finger to the crowd.

"I'm putting on my robe before I even think of talking with them." Peter whined as he started backing away from the rat.

"Feel your pain man." Peter heard behind him. He started his walk back to the 'makeup' room and found his robe now neatly folded on his chair. He slipped it on as he walked back out to the main crowd, which happened to have formed a semi-circle around a certain marsupial . Peter started to observe the group before he walked over, Hunter seemed nice enough, with the crowd at least. The others seemed to be starstruck, they all had big smiles on their faces and seemed overly peppy, even the buffalo!

"Just ignore them right, like that's even the possibility. I'm the one who should be ignored, even if it is for fourteen hundred bucks." He mumbled his nonsense aloud. He started to make his way closer to the group and got to the back of them, still five feet away or so.

"What is an average shoot like?" Someone from the crowd squealed out.

"Well typically we talk to Blake, the boss of pretty much everything,"Hunter got a few polite laughs," and give him our schedule. When we do have a day set I spend about twenty minutes in the makeup chair, and usually start talking with my other co-star. Then it varies, we could either take a few photos, or we go right to filming." The kangaroo dumbed the process down so his spectators could understand easier.

"What's your worst experience on set?" Hunter stayed quiet for a moment but cut it off with a cough.

"Oh, uh probably the time someone didn't clean too well beforehand." A few ew's erupted from the group." You could probably tell what happens next, sadly that experience happens often. It's an occupational hazard I guess." He's australian accent answered, Peter could swear he felt a tremor run through him. Australian voices always got to him.

"Have you met Seth before?"

"No I haven't, but I can't wait to film with him. I'd love to have him for myself before he get's tainted." He joked.

A few heads turned to speak with their counterparts about the star's answers. One pair of eye's happen to be drawn to a certain white cat. Peter saw a gasp leave his mouth before he whispered to the guy next to him. Next thing he knew all eyes were staring into his soul.

"Um, H-hiya." He waved to them. A chorus of hellos and other responses followed as they inched their way closer to the shaking cat.

"Seth, nice to finally see you." Hunter weaved his way through the crowd, wearing only a white and mainly red jockstrap courtesy of Allfur of course, the logo and name of the company ran across the top strap.

"Oh god." Peter whispered to himself. "You, you, you too." He stammered out and extended a paw. Hunter pushed it to the side and gave him a hug, which was difficult for Peter because he made it only to the top of the Hunter's chest. Hunter pulled away but still kept one arm around his neck to give him a side hug, Peter wrapped his arm around Hunter's waist. Which he wasn't tall enough for so he was just wrapping his arm around the top of his butt.

"You guys are adorable together." A voice called out.

"Thank you, please excuse us for a moment." Hunter led him away from the group and back to the makeup room. Still hugging him for the entire trip.

"It's nice to finally meet you Peter, I could not wait for today." Hunter admitted.

"T-thank you, uh," Peter let the question hang.

"Oh my names Hunter, I didn't want a stage name." He pulled away from Peter and stood across from him, crossing his arms and hiding his well defined, sexy, hot, att... What was Peter thinking again? Oh right.

"Oh okay." Peter started to feel a little out of place by the silence that followed.

"About the shoot, please tell me to stop if I hurt you. The reason I'm staying close to you and making contact is because I want you to be comfortable and relaxed. And put on a show for them, you know." He joked, causing the snow leopard to laugh. " Oh yeah so, what of you think of this?" He pointed to clothing.

"It's it's well, um it's," Hunter stopped him.

"Blake showed me the list you filled out when I first got here, I saw that you checked off Jockstraps so here I am. " He rested his paws on his waist and pulled a superhero pose.

"You did that, for me?" Peter blurted.

"Yeah, personally I find the damn things annoying. They always ride up under the balls but if you like it..." Peter slowly moved closer to him and cautiously wrapped him in a hug."I want your first time to be perfect." Hunter told him.

"I'm, impressed." Peter gasped.

"I don't want your first to be like mine. I'm sure you already know by now." Hunter pulled away from the hug.

"S-someone told me. I'm sorry that you,"

"Please, I've gotten enough of that." Hunter cut him off." Now, let's get rid of all this depression shit before the shoot starts."He rallied as he pulled Peter back into the side hug and out the door.

"Seth Hunter! Camera is ready." Justin called out to them. Their audience reluctantly walked behind a bright yellow tape line on the floor, which was roughly five feet away from the nearest camera. "Now, people! Don't cross that line under any circumstances or you will be ejected. Don't make any noise, if you have to sneeze sneak out side. There is a chance that you will be placed in view of the camera, if that happens stay where you are and don't make funny faces. You will be the 'background group' of the shoot." Justin loudly announced to them.

"Can we take pictures?" A voice called out.

"And videos, as long as the flash is off. You can not upload any to social media and such until the video get's released." Justin answered. The two stars walked over to Justin and made their way through the crowd, Peter got a few pats on the back and words to cheer him on.

"They can take videos in here? Isn't this like, premium or something?" Peter whispered up to Hunter's ears, which were almost a foot away from his upturned muzzle.

"It is, The lighting crew sets it up so that they can take good pics during the photo shoot but as soon as the filming starts they use the lights to glare their camera's. Only the high tech, real camera's can see though it clearly. When they get in the shot it makes the shoot look more like a public use thing." Hunter lowered his muzzle and whispered back into Peter's ear.

"Wait, public use? Their not..."

"No, I'm going to be the only lucky one here to do you. Though it leaves the viewer with the idea that as soon as I'm done, they'll have their turn. But they won't." Hunter made clear to the petrified feline.

"See you two are getting along well." Justin smirked at them.

"What? You jealous little man?" Hunter let go of Peter and pushed himself into the rat, making sure to press his bulge into the stomach of Justin.

"Of course I am stud." Justin winked at Peter and lightly pushed Hunter away and put his paw to his ear, making the the call me hand signal. "You know what to do later." Justin teased to the kangaroo.

"Get out'a here." Hunter laughed and made his way back to Peter.

"Now, go to the bed and I'll tell you what to do." Justin told them. What counted as their bed was a small raised platform that happened to have a mattress and a simple grey covering over the entire thing. It was raised to about thigh height for Peter, lower knee height for Hunter.

Peter stood in front of the bed and waited for instructions, Hunter seemed to have other ideas. He kept walking until he was chest to chest with the snow leopard and grabbed his chin with his paw. Hunter gave him an intimidating smile and lowered his eyelids, which gave off a very "I own you" impression to Peter. The feline instantly stiffened up in shock, his eye's widened at the sudden change that came from the roo. A few white flashes from the camera men filled the room.

"Robe off." Hunter hunched over until he was nose to nose with the quivering cat and snarled that out.

"Y-y-yes, okay." Peter stammered out, without taking his eyes away from hunter's he slid the robe off. Hunter roughly kicked it behind him and to Justin, who was carefully placed out of view. "Ooh, it seems that you're liking this." Hunter spoke into him as he grabbed his shoulder and put a firm grip on it. Peter's eyes widened even further as he looked down and saw the tip of his red shaft peeking out from its sheathe. The stark difference from white to red was easily seen to everyone, which Peter attempted to cover but Hunter easily put that to a stop. He shoved Peter backwards so that the back of his thighs collided with the bed, an instant yelp escaped from Peter as his body fell to he bed. Hunter pinned his arms above his head with his paws.

"Just tell me if this is too much, you know the red, yellow, green thing right?" Hunter whispered quietly into his ear so that no one else could hear him.

"Yes." Peter just as quietly whimpered. Hunter shoved his own tail to the side, letting the cameras have a clear view of his tailhole and muscled rump. Peter heard someone moving until he felt that person breathing on the top of his head. The whirl of a camera sounded as they remained unmoved.

"Look at me." The man ordered. Hunter easily tilted his head up and gave the lens a daring glare, Peter could only barely see the lens from the top of his vision. A few more rounds of whirls sounded. As the man moved away, Hunter changed his position and pressed his confined bulge into Peter's free one.

"Oh god." Peter whimpered out as he felt the cloth from Hunter's jock rub against his throbbing member.

"I don't have to get the gag do I? It's so much better when I can hear my bitches moan." Hunter breathed into his ear. Peter's eyes went wide, what happened to the earlier Hunter?

"I-I'll be good." Peter swallowed.

"Oh, I know." Hunter started to rake his claws down the felines sides, leaving small trails in his fur. "Now you're getting into it." He breathed as he felt Peter's length starting to jump at the contact.

Hunter reached down and lightly gripped Peter's wrist, guiding it to his bulge. Peter could barely breathe as his paw gripped the fabric, he could feel the hard, warm length that was trying to break free from it."I think it's about time we stopped the teasing huh." Hunter spoke out, much to the fans (and Peter's) enjoyment.

Hunter sat up and rested his weight on his knees, slowly starting to slide the jock down. Peter's eyes locked onto Hunters upside down crotch, this will be interesting.

A few more shuffles filled the room as the cameramen moved to their designated positions. Hunter waited for them to get situated, Peter on the other paw could not care less about them. "Rolling!" Justin called out.

Hunter shuffled forward and gripped Peter's shoulder with his thighs pinning his upper body down. This left his muzzle to rest at the base of his cock. "Start sucking Seth. Unless you want me to fuck you dry." Hunter warned, Peter/Seth gulped yet again as he started to nuzzle Hunters smooth pink cock. Which was much easier without balls to hold him back instead, Hunters sizeable nuts would be resting right against his nose. Peter lightly lapped at tip, his rough tongue caused Hunter to shiver at the new sensation.

"Oooh, that's it." Hunter started to thrust forward, shoving his length into Peter's mouth. He was caught by surprise as Hunters cock was shoved into his muzzle, but definitely did not complain.

He could already taste some pre that was leaking from the Roo's tip. Hunter kept up his steady thrusts as Peter started to suck the portion that was in his mouth. Hunter was already hitting the back of his throat with his flexible cock. Peter couldn't wait to have him pounding into him. "Deep breath." Hunter warned, Peter cocked an eyebrow at him. Suddenly, hunter rocked his hips forward, stabbing his length down Peter's throat.

The cat started to gag around the cock that was occupying his muzzle. Hunter stopped thrusting so that Peter could catch his breath.

"Hold it." Justin called out, as he directed the crew on where to go. Peter focused on trying to find a good way to breathe.

"You're doing good kid, you're full of surprises aren't you." Hunter groaned out. "You're about to be filled with even more in a little bit." Peter could feel himself blushing even harder.

"Good." Justin clipped. Hunter resumed his thrusting, Peter could feel every inch of Hunters length inching down his throat. Peter started to swirl his tongue around every part of the hot shaft as he could. The kangaroos musk was blasted into Peter's nose every thrust he did.

Hunter let out a few grunts of pleasure as Peter did this. Because Hunter was more long and slim than girthy, Peter was easily able to suck him dry. Hunter gave his muzzle a few more humps before he pulled back, a loud 'Schlick' noise left Peter's muzzle as this happened. A small string of pre and saliva still connected Peter's lips to Hunters cock.

"That's not where I want to cum cat." Hunter grumbled. He loosened his thighs grip against Peter and shuffled down, almost kneeling on Peter's tail in the process. Hunter roughly grabbed Peter's legs and put them to the side, making room for him to kneel between.

Once hunter was resting between his legs, he pulled Peter closer to him and lifted them up, letting Peter's feet dangle over his shoulder. Hunter ignored Peter's yelps and mrewls of surprise. His straining cock prodded against Peter's exposed rear. Hunter tightly gripped the top of Peter's thighs and let his balls rest on Peter's sack.

"Cut!" Justin yelled, jumping Peter from his frozen position. He was still trying to get over the shock that Hunter was prodding his tail hole with his very real and not silicon dick.

"You doing okay Seth?" Hunter lost his tough tone and went back to his regular voice.

"I uh yes." Peter lied.

"Seth, take a minute to loosen up." Justin instructed.

"Oh, yeah. Okay." He mumbled. Peter let his head fall back and rest on top of the bed, getting used to this new position. He wasn't used to being in the butterfly position. Without warning, hunter slowly slid his hand up and gripped Peter's throbbing length. He gasped out in surprise.

"Easy, just givin' ya a hand. Don't want it to hurt while I root you." Hunter started to stroke his length up and down.

"RoOot me?" Peter moaned out.

"Fuck ya, sorry." Hunter explained his Australian slang. He fluidly swiped his paw along Peter's cock, he set a slow pace. Peter tried to focus on the teasing pleasure flowing through his body. He almost couldn't hear the hushed whispers from the group around them. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that a few of them were rubbing at the obvious tent in their pants.

Justin tossed Hunter a bottle of lube which he graciously caught and tipped over his pink prick. A trail of clear lube escaped from the bottle and onto his cock, he moved the bottle forward so the cold liquid would catch onto Peter's tight hole.

"Set?" Justin called to his workers. Responses came from the camera operators.

"Hunter? Seth?" He used his stage name.

"Aye."

"Y-yeah." Hunter resumed his angry-esc look and removed his paw from Peter's barbed cock.

"Scene four, shooting 30-12-16. Aaaand resume." Justin finished his spiel with a loud clap into a microphone.

Hunter resumed prodding his tail hole, a sharp thrust let his head slide in. Peter cut off his groan as it slipped out his mouth. There was very little resistance for Hunter as he started to thrust his member in and out, he stopped for a moment to rearrange his weight on his knees. To Peter's surprise, he pushed forward and shoved his entire length into Peter.

Peter's body tried to jump up but couldn't due to the amount of weight being pushed onto his upper back. Hunters tan balls slapped against his white ones, Hunters easily dwarfed his own pair.

The feline let out a few groans, he had finally taken his first real dick! "Liking it cat?" Hunter pulled his length out and slammed it back in.

"Oh oh yes." He whimpered in response. Peter started to clutch at the white sheet under him, his claws easily tore lines through the thin fabric. Hunter gripped his thighs tightly as he pounded his tool into his partner.

Hunter easily found the hidden pleasure spot in his tunnel and focused his thrusts there. "Sal wasn't kidding."Peter thought as Hunters maneuverable length shifted inside of him, feeling as if it made magic.

Nick and Duke have never been able to do this to him. Peter let his head fall back and take his gaze away from the kangaroo pumping into him. He shut his eyes as he started to try and concentrate on his breathing, he was almost hyperventilating at this point. His breaths became intermingled with whines.

"Time ta change it up a bit ya think?" Hunter groaned out, Peter was only barely able to register the words before his legs were pushed to the bed and he was thrown over the kangaroo into a cowgirl position. Hunter was able to do this while remaining inside him every second. The 'roo stopped thrusting and let Peter take the lead, which he didn't catch up on.

"Come on kitten, show me what ya got." He encouraged. Peter quickly readjusted his legs around Hunters waist and flicked his tail to the side. He placed his paws on Hunter's chest and lightly gripped his short fur. Peter started to slowly rock back and forth to get used to the new position. Hunter let him take his time.

When he got used to the new feeling, Peter started to add in a few bounces in with his rocking. Every time he leaned forward his white sack brushed against Hunters, his cock was left unsheathed bouncing with every prod and poke from inside of him.

Hunter pulled his paws out from under his head and gripped Peter's hips, roughly but nicely kneading his sides.

"Am I, am I doing good?" Peter whimpered out in pleasure and worry.

"You're doin' just fine love, trust me on that." To emphasize the point Hunter sharply thrusted into Peter, causing the feline to gasp out as he saw stars fill his vision.

More confidently, Peter started to bounce up and down onto his co-star, ignoring the pain that was starting to spread through his legs. As hunter reached up with his paw and and trailed a finger up his leaking member, the pain went away instantly.

Hunters paw expertly slid along his length, he didn't apply pressure but let his fingers dance around his sensitive member. Tickling it in the right places to invoke a reaction from the squirming feline ontop of him.

"Oooh, pl-please!" Peter begged Hunter as his tail hole tensed in response.

"Please what?" Hunter smirked, he trailed his fingertip over Peter's barbs causing him to shiver uncontrollably

"Let me cum!" Peter leaned forward and rested his head against Hunters chest, he could hear Hunter's heart thundering wildly.

"Nu-uh, you're cumming without my paw." Hunter growled into his ear. Gently, Hunter gripped Peter rump and started to sit up. Peter wrapped his arms around Hunters neck, letting Hunter carry his weight. Hunter, still sheathing himself inside him, lifted him to the edge of he bed and laid him back down.

A dull drilling noise filled the room as the bed started to rise,"They thought of everything." Pete thought to himself as his rump came revel to Hunters waist. The group watching them was to his left now, he saw that a few phone cameras were pointed at him.

Hunter wasted no time in getting used to their new position. Now that Hunter was standing, the bottom of Peter's cock rubbed against the fur on the roo's pelvis. This left clear dark trails into the fur.

Hunter continued to pound into him, the only reason Peter wasn't getting pushed back was because his claws were digging into the bed.

Every time Hunter thrusted into him, he aimed right for the shaking cats prostate. A rapidly growing pleasure was starting to grow from the base of Peters quivering cock. A small river was starting flow out of his barbed prick. And nothing was even stimulating it!

"H-Hunter I-I'm almost." Peter whispered out mid groan.

"You're gonna cum hands free? What a bitch." Hunter spit out at him. Peter felt a blush creep even further along his muzzle as his body started to tense up. His fists clenched the blankets tighter and his tail hole snugly gripped Hunters spasming member. Peter's tail latched itself around Hunters waist, as his vision started to blur.

Peter's cock jumped up as his balls started to drift closer to his body. The cameras focused in on Peter's facial twitches. Before he knew it, a loud unrestrained growl and whimper bursted from him as his seed started to shoot out from his cock. One strand even reached up to his muzzle!

Hunter humped him even faster, using the strength that his legs are known for. Hunter felt Peter's ring tighten even further around his cock as the feline started to burst. Peter felt his cum splatter all over his white stomach, and even Hunters own chest.

"Here it comes mate." Hunter warned as he felt his own climax coming, Peter didn't respond. After a few more thrusts, Hunter buried himself balls deep and began to shoot his seed into the feline. Peter swear he could feel every shot of cum hit inside his tunnel.

Hunter let his head hang down and rested the majority of his weight onto his hands as he gave Peter a few more thrusts to empty his nuts. "Bloody hell." He muttered to himself. Hunter rested his weight onto his elbows and let his muzzle slide over to Peter's and gave him a quick peck on the muzzle. He slowly stood back up and quickly (but unwillingly) pulled out of Peter causing a waterfall of his seed spill out of the cat's gaping hole.

His cock shined with his own cum as he started to walk off camera. "He's all yours boys." He simply spoke out, the crowd started to quickly walk towards the exhausted feline. Peter moved his tail to the side, giving them clear space to his abused hole.

"Cut! Fucking amazing job Seth." Justin called out, as the crowd still stayed gathered around the almost passed out cat.

"That was so hot." "Sexy." "Wait aren't we," The audience started to speak to him.

"Thanks." Peter/Seth barely whispered out.

"That was so great Pe-Seth!" Hunter boomed out as he made his way back to the stage. He slid through the crowd, making sure to drag his wet cock over as many people as he could. He plopped down next to Peter and pulled him to his chest to cuddle with him. What? It might be his only opportunity to ever do that with him, it's not like Peter was complaining either.

Peter closed his eyes and pushed his head further into the softness that was Hunter's chest fur. "How's it feel to no longer be a virgin?" Someone called out.

"Exhausting. My butt hurts." Peter whined as a flash of pain burned around his hole when he re-arranged his tail.

" You want someone to kiss it better?" Hunter teased. A flurry of hands went up after he said that.

"I was joking."

A chorus of Awws came from them.

" I mean, Peter would you mind if...?" Hunter dragged on. Peter rolled onto Hunter and pressed their exposed cocks together as he got onto all fours, aiming his rump at the crowd.

"Make a line." Justin called off stage, apparently this wasn't the first time this happened. Everyone got into a single file line and proceeded to each plant a kiss onto Peter's tail star. Peter thought it was a little weird but hey, it made him feel better. Some were even lucky enough to get some of Hunters seed in their muzzles as well.

"Okay everyone that's enough, please exit the room and go to where you were specified earlier to continue on with your experience." A few more camera sounds were heard as the crowd took a last few pictures as they left the room.

"Will you be able to walk okay?" Hunter whispered into Peter's ear.

"Yes, I think anyway. Thank you for uh, taking my virginity."

"Thank you for being such a good lay, this is definitely the best shoot I've ever had." Hunter told him honestly as he caressed a paw down Peter's back.

"I think this will always be my favorite." He responded as he let his eyes close and started to inhale Hunters natural musk.

"Don't fall asleep just yet Snow White, we still have a few pictures to take." Hunter reminded him.

"I know, just want to enjoy my afterglow a little bit longer." And so, he did.