Making a video pt 2
Carey lay there holding a pose he'd coached her on, having explained how it would look good on camera. She stole a glance down the length of her own body, pleased by how the bright lights fell on her golden figure. She wished she could always have this form, but at least it would be on film. She hadn't the faintest second thought about volunteering her lean, eager body for this ultimate show of exhibitionism. Carey flushed at the thought of soon being able to watch this fantasized version of herself writhe in ecstacy. Was it vain to be turned on by this?
The two artists - as she called them - came in and Natalie delivered herself a well-deserved complement. She could barely see them beyond the bright stage lights, but Care could make out the tall, striped figure who would be her mate - that is, the dude she met on the internet who was going to fuck her. She didn't normally dive into every opportunity for sex, but this one was going to be unique. So the randomness didn't really both her.
Lost in the arousal fueled by her own anthro form, Carey found her eyes eagerly searching for the outline of a shaft. Unsuccessful, Carey scolded herself and focused again on looking aloof. The artists chattered over the cameras as Carey basked in the spotlights, after which she was instructed to assume an endless series of solo poses.
When Carey was finally permitted to relax, the zebra-painted dude took her place on the large bed and showed off the rest of Natalie's work. Leering from the shadows Carey examined the striped equine. Nat had afforded him the same delicacy that she had Carey, he had thick elegant stripes, a spikey mane, and flowing tail. She chuckled at the specific mechanics of the tail. As the zebra turned to face a camera near Carey she finally saw the near-erect dark cylinder she sought. Curious, a human penis did not look like that. His had a broad sheath and very triangular tip. This was going to be a new experience.
"Okay," Natalie directed, "let's get started."
Still off camera, Carey watched him drop to all fours, as they had choreographed. She took a deep breath in anticipation, and sauntered into the shot, giving camera one a great view of her seductive swagger. If she had a real tail she would be twitching it back and forth. Oh well.
By design, he looked at her with a mix of alarm and arousal, she sized him up. Carey dropped to her hands and knees and slowly circled him twice on the bed. This was also a choreographed move, meant to be subtly bestial, but also to supplant foreplay. They were here to to create a work of anthro sex, and had to walk a fine line between vanilla porn (with paint) and people trying too hard to emulate animals.
But she had to give it to her feral cousins, this was a great way to inspect a mate she had never met. Through the facade of nervousness she could see the desire in his eyes. His shoulders were taught with lean, but rippling muscles. His striped back was long and slender. She circled to his hindquarters and well-defined rump. Carey snorted as she brushed her face through his tail, taking in the scent of his arousal and stoking her own.
At last she arrived at his front. He lifted a... a hoof indicating alarm. Carey did not pounce. Instead she turned away and offered the alarmed prey her rear. In a mirror off camera she watched him cock his head in curiousity, and gingerly extend his nose to her rump. Bending her knees further, Carey added eagerness to the offer. Shivers traversed her body as his dark snout contacted her labia. He inhaled deeply. The anthro zebra briefly lapped at her juices, sending her near an orgasm induced by anticipation alone.
Time slowed as the lioness watched him withdraw and begin to mount her with great deliberation. He layed his thick tip on her entrance, rocking into her very slightly. She wondered if he was hamming it up for the cameras or considering the possible impact of his shaped, rubberized member. Looking in the mirror she saw that her doggystyle pose also had the appearance of a crouched feline; she remembered which beast on this bed was the hunter.
Carey thrust herself back onto his ribbed cock and he almost instantaneously responded in kind. She saw stars as he penetrated her deeply. The zebra morph's head bucked as he reeled from a sensation she could not know. He withdrew and pushed his shaft back into her, and again. She murred knowing that was exploring her before he would begin to mate her in earnest.
The feline felt her mate's rhythm quicken as he began to build her to orgasm. Carey extended her forearms and buried her head, directing the impact of his powerful thrusts toward her spine. Her dorsal vaginal wall was being rubbed on one side by the stallion's ample organ, and on the other by her tail's anchor. The stimulation was overwhelming. Carey could not fight off the climax as his deepest drives forced her stretched lips around his broad sheath. Her legs quivered and knees turned to jello. The zebra grasped Carey's sides and pulled her onto the base of his shaft, stuffing her again and again. Carey gasped in ecstacy as the smacking of his balls on her pubic bone sent her over the edge. Sensing her muted rapture but still hungering for more of the lioness, the zebra morph slowed his pace and let her slowly regain focus.
The feline blushed under her golden skin as she saw Natalie had moved close to her face with a handheld. A pat on her rump reminded Carey that her striped paramour was far from sated. She withdrew from him and turned, still on all fours. She glanced upward with a look of submission - as a predator ravaged by her quarry - not knowing if the feeling could be captured on film. Carey felt herself melt under the power and capability with which he'd taken her. To acknowledge his mastership, she grasped his sheath and took him into her mouth. The blend of fluids and scents piqued her desire to be entered once again, but she would service him first.
The lioness plunged her mate's blunt shaft into her throat, pleased by his every quiver and chortle. She swayed her butt back and forth slowly, letting him enjoy the erotic motions of her delicate figure as she sought a mouthful of seed. Summoning the strength to support herself on just her knees, Carey gripped the dark, swollen sheath and testicles in each hand. She massaged and tugged, begging for his semen.
At last Carey could not longer hold the two-point stance and collapsed abruptly between his legs. The sudden rush of cold air sent the anthro zebra reeling and he fell back flat on the bed. Strength returned quickly to the feline, and she pulled herself up and moved to the upright organ before her.
"Whoa whoa - hold up - cut. You guys are way out of the frame," Natalie scolded. "Come on, slide back to where you were. And stop overacting; it can't be that good."
Both actors glared halfheartedly at Nat and chuckled, slightly disappointed to be drawn from their very naive sense of private intimacy. The zebra inched down toward the designated center of frame and looked up at his mate with unbridled lust.
"I've been getting great squishy sound from the parabolic mic, but you're definitely going to have to mix that down a few decibels in postprod. You know, otherwise it's sound like a crowd of people marched through jello while you two played hide the sausage."
Carey gave Natalie's briefly-illuminated face a laughing glance. Behind the human girl's smirk was a look of desire, though she wasn't sure who it was for.
Focusing again on the taught, striped creature laying between her legs, Carey's fingers once again found the base of his ample shaft. She guided it into herself and felt the zebra cock stimulate her in places missed by the last position. She grinded down hard, letting his shaped tip penetrate her deeply, savoring how much of his body could be in hers. At last she withdrew and began riding him with vigor. The lion morph revelled in the pleasure on her mate's face, meshed with the mental image of her defined figure pulsing on top of his.
Carey put an arm behind her head and another on her tail, knowing the pose would complement the sensuality of her riding motion. He responded with vigorous thrusts to match her pace, while he deftly traced the features of her torso with his dark fingers. The orgasm culminated steadily over several minutes of bucking atop her mate. As the motion from his hips grew in veracity, she pictured the stripes rippling over his toned, equine ass. She cooed between labored breaths while within her loins the wave of sensation began to break.
The dawn of her orgasm was suddenly mixed with panic as the lioness was upended. Carey was still processing the unique feeling of fear and ecstacy as the zebra repositioned her onto her back, wrapping the alarmed feline's legs around him. The panic dissipated and her ecstacy resurged. The lioness's vision blurred as she watched him claim her with a surreal intensity. Each thrust sent another wave of bliss through her heaving body. Her vagina contracted and twitched from the climax, begging him for his release. Her golden brown paws groped for traction as her rapture peaked. The explosion within her was overwhelming, yet she could feel his quivering orbs slapping her buttocks, his large hands grappling her hips, and his equine penis pouring eager seed into her womb. The zebra reared as he drove one final, deep thrust into his mate, punctuating her cascade of passion.
The stallion withdrew as Carey's orgasm receded to a sublime, lengthy denouement. He lay next to her, pleased to fawn over her limber form and exhausted, adoring eyes.