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Being a porn star isn't anywhere near as glamorous as it sounds - not by a long shot. Then again, calling myself a 'star' might be a bit of a stretch. I'm more of an occasional porn actress, at least whenever I could find work. Poor college students need something to do for money, and acting paid better than fast food did. Sure, there was a stigma behind it, and it certainly wasn't for everybody, but I seemed to take to the cameras just fine.

It wasn't easy getting opportunities as a crow girl though, even if I did have the goods and 'assets' to pull it off. Most of the time people found avians a rather niche and kinky thing, which meant the market was rather specialized and small. There was one recurring role that I always had in the bag though. Come every Halloween, my species was finally in demand. Dark black and spooky creatures were all over the place, and that included in people's porn. It was usually a good time for me to cash in, and I hadn't missed an opportunity to do so ever since I was a Freshman.

This year was no different as I strolled into the small and unassuming brick building on the edge of downtown. I didn't even have to think as I said hello to a few people along the way and mindlessly made my way towards the changing room, looking down at my phone for most of the trip. I pulled that familiar witch's dress off the rack and found an empty stall to slip into, looking much like the changing rooms in any department store. It was always a struggle to get everything fitted into the skimpy little dress, but with a few fluffs of my feathers, I managed not to tear the cheap fabric in the process. I sneaked out to grab the large, pointed hat from the pile of other hats, and I slid it onto my head before shooting a glance over at the mirror for a final appearance check.

I always thought it looked a bit silly to be honest, but then again that's what people wanted to see. The dress was a mix between something you'd get off the discount rack around Halloween time, with just a hint of sexiness crudely sliced in. The bottom of the dress was detachable and cut on one side to show off some leg, and the top was split far down the middle towards my waist, barely able to hold back my breasts from spilling right on out on either side. It took a little adjusting to keep everything in place and at least feel semi-comfortable when I walked, but with a few tweaks I gave myself a passing grade. A cheap Elvira knock-off? Sure. Did it sell videos? Definitely.

Content with my look, I made my way out of the dressing room and over towards the soundstage. I was slightly surprised that I hadn't seen my co-star quite yet, but I knew his 'costume' would take a special bit of prep, so he'd probably come in a bit early to get a helping paw or two. As I walked in, I found him out in the open, already naked and showing off, with one of the assistants still wrapping him up in gauze to make him look mummy-like. He was new to the world of porn, and from what I could tell he certainly wasn't bad looking. He was a long-haired house cat, almost lynx-like in appearance, with his long gray fur ruffling out around the bandages. He might have looked pretty good, but as I came over to say hello, his attitude struck me as off from the moment we started talking.

“Nothing goes up my ass," was the first thing he said to me after saying hello, leaving me to look back at him with a strange kind of glare. “I know I'm supposed to be the sub in this, and get tied to a table and let you take the lead, but this is a straight scene. No fingers, no toys, no strap-ons, no nothing going into my ass, got it?"

I was at a loss for words as I stared back at the gray furred feline, the closest to black cat they could get I'm sure. I tilted my head to the side, and with a soft little squawk I said back, “Well, I wasn't really planning on it, but good to know I guess."

“Good," he added in with a satisfied smirk, lifting his arms up into the air as the assistant continued to wrap up his midsection. “I'm not gay like that."

“Good luck in the porn business then," I said back with a soft huff. “Neither am I, but I've filmed stuff with other girls before. It's just part of the business."

“That's because lesbians are hot," he shot back with a small wink. “Guy on guy stuff is different. Plus, I have it in my contract that my ass is off limits, even to chicks! So legally, you have to stay away. I'm a cock-attention only kind of guy."

I rolled my eyes and gave back a strong groan at that, already feeling like this day was going to be a struggle. “I don't know who wrote up your contract then, or how little they're giving you to be a one trick pony, but good luck with that." He shot me another smirk which made me want to reach up and strangle his neck, but before I could I blurted back, “Plus, all the best guys I've been with have been pros at taking cock themselves. You might learn a thing or two by giving it a try."

“I'm not gay," he said back with his eyes trying to pierce into mine. “I don't even want a guy coming near my junk, hence why she's the only one who could wrap me up in here," he continued with a motion down towards the poor dolphin girl trying to ignore both of us.

“I'm sorry Marline," I added with a gentle pat to her shoulder, getting a slightly frustrated look back up for my trouble, before I slowly turned and began to walk away without another word. I think the feline gave me back a little hiss, but I didn't really pay much attention to it. I'd worked with enough people who were less than friendly in this industry. It was a challenge sometimes, but that's what acting was all about. It also meant that I was going to enjoy going harder on him when the scene finally started. I had the opportunity to take charge in this scene after all - a little trick-or-treat 'abduction' - and I was certainly going to use it.

As it would still be a few more moments before the feline was ready, I decided to make a pit stop to check my phone, since my dress didn't exactly have any pockets. With a few clicks on my screen I sent a message over to the head owner of the studio. 'New guy's a little bratty. Mind if I go a little hard on him?'

It didn't take me long to get a vibration in my wing. 'He is difficult to work with. He's good looking and hung though. Don't break him.'

That made me smirk as I typed back, 'Oh, I won't break him. I'll just make sure he remembers me for a while.' After that I stashed my phone back in my purse and wandered back onto the set. It wasn't anything fancy as we only had a small studio to work with, but a simple front door and living room set was set up for the first scene. Off in the distance a second setup loomed, containing a set of stairs that lead down to what looked like a basement. There was an old massage table, or maybe doctor's inspection table, seated in the center of the second set, as well as few scattered sex toys and other gear spread around the room. The items were mostly for ambiance, but while I had some time to kill, I took stock of what was there and came up with a plan. I'd wipe that smirk right off the feline's face, all without even touching his precious ass.

I took a quick look over at the feline once more, and it seemed like Marline was getting to the final touches around his groin. She made sure to give him a few more passes of the gauze, just to make sure his ample sheath and balls stayed hidden. It had already taken a few rolls of gauze to hold back the feline's endowment, but as she tied off the last end, she seemed pleased. The cat's chest, legs, and arms were wrapped in long looping twists of fabric, with his fur showing off a good bit between all the bindings. A few dangling strands of gauze hung down and around his body, either intentional or just already ripped apart, giving him that aged and almost decaying look. Even I had to admit the feline looked pretty sexy. That was as long as he didn't open his muzzle to ruin the illusion.

“Alright," he added in my direction as he took a few steps over, giving me one quick look up and down, “My boner pills are starting to kick in. Wanna get this show on the road, sweetheart?"

“The name's Reeve," I offered with a little stare into his eyes, already feeling my dominant and slightly bitchy persona start to bubble to the surface just from looking at him. I wasn't usually all that rough and pushy, but seeing him squirm would certainly be worth the effort.

“The name's Smoke," he shot back in a tone that was quick to let me know it wasn't his real name. “Now let's go." With that he turned towards the director, leaving me to grit my beak behind his back as he called out, “Yo Arny, we ready?"

The somewhat small hog took one last look around the set before calling out for the lighting, sound, and camera guys. With thumbs up from everyone, the hog hopped up into his chair and gave a nod back at the feline. “Good to go if you two are."

“Bout time," Smoke started as he made his way over towards the front door to start the scene. I could tell he was walking a little gingerly as the bindings were wrapped rather tight, which made me chuckle a little behind his back. After a few steps, he sent down a paw down to move his package around before he disappeared behind the prop door to finish the job.

I kept myself calm and pushed my ever-growing feelings of resentment under my feathers until later. I took a deep breath as I walked over to the set myself, stepping up onto it and heading for my starting position on the couch. I took a seat and looked at the TV - my mood shifting right away as I struggled to hold back a chuckle. The first Halloween movie I'd ever made was busy playing on the screen, as if it was some kind of homage to anyone who watched the whole series of videos. Seeing my freshman self getting bent over a couch and drilled by a wolf in a cop costume was a little odd for sure, but it helped me to relax, and it helped me get that feline out of my mind, at least for the moment. The hog called out my name, and I gave him back a soft nod to let him know I was ready. With a deep breath I heard him bark back a loud “ACTION". From that point on I could feel the lights and cameras flash onto me all at once. We were live.

I continued to stare at the movie and just relax on the couch as the two independent cameras got rather artsy around me. They took in my entire presented body, clad in that tight and revealing witches 'robe', from all sorts of angles. It was meant to be one long stream of B-roll footage they could throw the intro and credits over, and it was a good way to test the lighting - as well as my patience. I did my best to keep my eyes off them as they whirled around me, and at the same time I made sure to push my breasts out right to the edge of the tight fabric of my split dress. I could feel a few small breezes ruffle the exposed feathers along my bare inner chest, neck, and midsection, almost threatening to push the sides of the dress away and let my breasts pop right on out. I had to carefully control my breathing, especially when I leaned back, or else things may have slid out a little too early.

It seemed to take the director and the cameras quite a few moments to get their shots, but eventually I saw the hog give me a thumbs up. That was my cue to slide my wingtips towards a bowl of candy sitting beside the couch and drag it onto my lap. “Ah, what a slow night," I said out, and then cleared my voice to do a better take as the first one came out a little crackly. Once they'd double checked the sound was good, I was given the go ahead to continue. “It's a shame all the neighborhood boys tired themselves out on Mischief Night. I was really looking forwards to seeing some of their sexy costumes today. They always know just how to dress up when visiting my house..."

After delivering that line, I heard a rather loud knock on the fake set door, leaving me to turn my head towards it with a soft gasp. “Oh goodie, I finally got myself a visitor!" With a happy little giggle to myself, I stood up from the couch and got my candy bowl ready. I gave off a small adjustment to my large black pointed hat as I made my way towards the door, making sure that each slow step led to a nice sway of my hips and chest. With a wide smile I reached for the doorknob, stepping to the side as I opened it so the cameras could get a good view of that mummified feline standing proudly in the doorway.

“Trick or Treat!" he yelled out in a somewhat convincing young boy voice, leaving me slightly surprised as I wasn't exactly expecting him to pull it off.

It took me a second to get over my initial shock of hearing his voice change so drastically, although I assumed everyone just thought I was giving the camera a little more time to take in his features and frame. But, after a moment of him just standing there, I felt my face start to form a rather surprised expression. “Oh my!" I gasped back as my free wing rose up to my beak in fake surprise, “Such a scary kitty you are! And such a lovely costume too! Come on in and let me get a full look at you!"

Smoke did a decent job at looking a little nervous at my request, letting his eyes scan back and forth just outside that fake door, before he nodded and took a few careful steps inside. I let the door close behind him as the cameras took a moment to capture the feline from all sorts of angles once more. It was hard keeping up the act for that long, especially as we were simply staring at one another, but he did a decent job of keeping quiet, and I did a decent job of not reaching out my wing to squeeze his throat.

Eventually, the hog shot us a thumbs up again, and with a renewed smile on my beak, I put down my candy bowl and shot both wings over to gently start tracing the lines of gauze around his body. “Mmmm, did you do this all yourself? This is the best costume I've seen all night!" while adding in a few soft caws and happy chirps. All the while my wingtips got a little feely when they slid down to his chest, and even more feely when they reached down towards his groin.

“Well, my Mommy helped a little bit," he added, going a little further into the boy thing than I think anyone liked. With a groan and a quick shout from the director he tried a different line. “Well, I had a friend help me out, especially down there where I couldn't really reach." He slid his paws down to near where my wings were on his hips, rubbing over his already tenting groin just a bit in the process. “They made it a little tight, but they said it looked good."

“Oh, it does!" I added back, taking the hint and sliding my wingtips down to give his wrapped bulge a nice squeeze. I added a few more while making sure the cameras got a good focus on my wingtips and the outline of his growing cock, hearing him start to purr just a bit at the attention. It was faked of course, but it added a bit to the scene. “Mmmm, you look fantastic," I replied once again, giving a small lick to my beak. “I think that deserves a special reward. Something more than just some candy."

He surprised me yet again as his ears perked up at that, seeming almost natural and genuine in his response. “A special reward?"

I nodded once more as my wingtips finally slid back up from his groin, hitting his belly, chest, and shoulders to give them all a firm squeeze. “Only the best boys with the best costumes get it."

The nod to his head was quick as the feline shot back another loud purr, looking up at me and saying, “Oh yes Ma'am! Please? I like special rewards!"

“Good boy," I started with a pat to his head and a rub under his chin. That rub made him stick out his head and neck for me, almost as if the feline was drawn into a purring trance just from the contact alone. I took a step backwards and watched him follow along down the 'hallway', taking another step as I lead him towards the back of the set. “I'm sure you're going to love it," I added with a slight evil grin, looking up and into the camera as I did.

“And… CUT," the hog shouted out suddenly, leaving me to drop my wing from the feline's chin and give off a sigh, happy to drop the MILFy act for a moment.

“Fuck those feathers tickle…" Smoke shouted back almost instantly with a little shake of his body, getting all the pent up twitches out of his system as he quickly pushed my wing away. After a moment to catch himself, with his fur calming back down, he looked back at me and said, “And watch that squeezing down there. The pills were more potent than I thought. Getting a little tender already. Not gonna cum of course, just the pressure is all."

“That's your problem," I snickered back. I gave a quick turn to make my way toward the ramp and stairs for the second part of the set. He followed behind with a little growl in his chest, but I paid it no attention once again. I was about to show him what making porn was all about, and I couldn't wait to hear some true whimpers start to come through over his acting. There was usually a good difference between faked ones and real ones, and having done this a few times, I was able to distinguish between the two quite well.

“Alright, good work," Arnold shouted back at us as we made our way to the top of the second set. “I think everything came out pretty good on the first take, so we'll keep going from here. Now I know there's not much of a script here, so I need you both to stay in character as long as possible no matter what happens, got it? I hate stopping the flow half-way to edit something out."

“Don't worry Arny," Smoke shot back as he leaned over the railing, “I'm a Pro already. I've got this. Ain't nothing she can do to throw me off, except touching my ass. But we've been over that already," he added as he tilted his head towards me, leaving his grinning face flashing brightly as I just rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, a Pro that doesn't know what strength to take his boner pills at," I grumbled back, loud enough that only Smoke and I could hear. That left him narrowing his gaze while a little hiss began to foam back out towards me.

“Play nice you two," Arnold said before giving a few more orders towards the camera men. “Save it for the scene. Remember, slutty witch taking advantage of a well-hung costumed boy. Let me feel your need, Reeve. And squirm a good bit Smoke, but enjoy it overall. This is a big fantasy for a lot of people, so we've gotta sell it."

“Got it," I shouted back down from the top of the set.

“I'll do my best to enjoy it," Smoke replied, which made me turn my head to glare at him.

“Oh, you're in for a ride big boy," I whispered under my breath.

“Bring it, bitch," he answered just as softly as I had, shooting me a cocky wink a moment later.

I turned my head back around and just looked down the stairs, trying to clear my head and focus, and not wanting to look at him more than I had to. I'd deal with the feline in due time. A few deep breaths and I heard the hog call back to ask if we were ready. With a thumbs up from both of us I heard him shout out the word “ACTION" once again.

I reached out and grabbed one of the dangling bits of gauze from the feline's body, giving it a tug forwards as if to lead him down those stairs with it. He took the hint quickly enough, and falling in step behind me we, both made our entrance into the shot. Each small step down those basement stairs made my breasts bounce as I made sure to land nice and hard, although all that force slowly began to dislodge them as well. I almost felt one slip out entirely before 'rescuing' it with a soft roll of my shoulder. The feline did his part as well, looking a little awe-struck and nervous when I turned around to face him at the bottom.

“Mmm, I'm sorry it's a little cold down here, but that shouldn't be a problem for you. You have such nice and thick fur. Definitely a winter cat, aren't you?"

“Cold… doesn't bother me much," he claimed with a little shiver and flick to his ears and tail.

“Good boy," I remarked back as I gave him another short scratch under the chin. “Why don't you go have a seat on the bench over there and I'll work on getting your reward."

“That one?" he asked, pointing a paw over towards what looked like a massage table in the center of the room.

I nodded my beak in response, letting the wide brim of my hat shake up and down before I replied, “That's it. Get comfortable, relax… lay back and get off your feet. I'm sure all that walking from house to house tonight has been quite a strain on your perfect frame."

“Kinda," he responded with another small twitch to his ears. Without too much of a hesitation, he made his way over and hopped up onto the edge of the table. He sat there obediently for a moment, but soon enough he leaned back and gave off a few more nervous twitches as the cameras began to focus in on him. I could tell he was still acting, although just a little hint of realism was beginning to creep into him, especially the longer I took to bring over those cuffs and ropes from the side of the set. I gave the cameras more than enough time to circle around the feline, and I could already see his bulge from across the room as his meds became unstoppable. I let him suffer just a little more before I finally started to stroll back into the light of the shot. My wings were now full of cuffs and rope, all clanging and swaying together with each menacing step I took.

“W...what's all that?" he whimpered out as I laid down the pile at his side, taking the pair of cuffs and reaching out for his wrists before he could sit back up.

“Oh, this is just to make things more fun," I muttered as I worked, grabbing onto his arm and slipping the first cuff over his wrist with a well-practiced squeeze. In a moment the strap was secured, and as he moved his other paw over to try and fight back, I grabbed onto the second one and gave it much the same treatment. “Relax," I slid out with a confident ring to my voice, watching him inspect both of his wrists now in front of his face. That gave me plenty of time to loop a piece of rope through the rings on each cuff and tug those wrists behind his head with one good yank.

His elbows shot up into the air as his paws were tugged backwards, clasping together as I tied the rope to a bracing beam just below the table. He gave off another squirm and kick at that, and I watched his chest rose and fell as the cameras came in for another close shot. His struggles were decently faked, but it was still nothing truly real. I gave the cameras a moment to capture everything before moving down towards his legs. Through his soft kicks I managed to grasp onto one of his ankles and give it much the same treatment, working one at a time and securing them to small extensions that could be lifted up or laid out flat, giving me all sorts of options.

“H...hey, what are you doing?" he added after I had him secured on the table with a few sturdy, but also easily releasable knots.

I moved over towards his side and leaned down over his chest, letting my breasts drape and drag across his frame. My beak soon ended up right beside his chin, and a wingtip gave it another little scratch, watching him squirm at my touch. “Oh, I'm just making sure a cute kitty like you doesn't escape. I have some rather… intense needs after all. We might be here a while." With a grin I pulled back, looming over the feline and pausing for the cameras to get a few shots - perhaps even a cover shot or something, as it did really set the mood for what was to come.

“W...what kind of needs?" he uttered back with a little whimper after the cameras had done their thing.

“Oh, it looks like the same kind of needs you might have," I responded with a quick scan over his twitching body. My eyes made their way down to his groin, and I sent a wingtip tracing down along a few of his bandages until it was squeezing his bulge yet again. “Your friend really wrapped you up tightly, didn't they? Or are you just that big of a boy down there?"

He gave off a little arch of his back at the firm grasp I gave him, perhaps a little harder than he was anticipating as a soft and struggling mew trickled out of him a moment later. “I… mmmph… it's… really tight..." he mumbled back, and with those words I finally heard just a twinge of actual strain shoot into his voice.

That made me grin quite a bit as I pulled my wing away to let the camera see the outline of his erection, and after another pause, I moved to kneel between his legs, letting my beak creep towards his bulge. “Well then, let me help you out with that…"

Before he could say no or even resist, I slid my beak underneath a few of the gauze strips. I clamped it closed and pulled back with a bit of a twist, feeling them easily give way to my pulling pressure. Back and forth my beak shook with each new bite, shredding the gauze 'thong' made for him into little strands. His cock was certainly throbbing now, helping to push back against the splintering pieces of gauze and bust its way free. It was tough and slow work to do it this way, but I knew it looked great on camera. I had to hold myself back from spitting out all the little strands of cotton clinging to my tongue as I worked, but soon enough the last piece gave way, and that cock shot up proudly into the open air.

It was traditionally feline for sure - tapered at the tip with a few remnants of barbs, sloping down to a rather thick base after quite the lengthy journey. It was no surprise he was doing porn, or even that he needed boner pills to keep that big thing hard. Even I had to admit it was certainly rather nice to look at. I paused in front of it for a moment, letting my eyes open a little wider, and feeling the heat it gave off after each throb near my beak and face. Slowly but surely I reached up a wing to grasp around it. I pushed away any stray strands of gauze that still wanted to hang around, and I gave that shaft few careful pumps to watch the feline's squirm and mew.

“Mmm, it's beautiful," I moaned out with an eager look in my eyes. “I picked the right boy for sure. You're gonna make Momma really happy in a moment."

“T..thanks…" Smoke added back rather flatly, obviously worried more about the pressure on his cock than coming up with a good line. I worked with it though as I let my wingtips uncurl from that cock, letting it hang under its own weight once again.

I got back up to my feet, and as my eyes scanned the rest of the room, I felt myself get a little giddy. I'd had time to come up with a vague plan to get the feline squirming AND to try out something new at the same time. “It's almost time for your reward kitten," I teased back, “But Momma does enjoy watching her playthings squirm for her…" With those words leaving my beak, I made my way over towards the benches and walls, picking up a few things and even hiding them from the cameras for the moment. I carried them back, leaving the feline squirming with just a touch of real nervousness, before I stashed a few of the things I'd gotten down underneath the table. After a little digging and preparation, I leaned in towards his groin with a thick rubber band stretched between my wingtips.

The cock ring was rather flexible as it was meant for a large array of bigger males, so it had no problem stretching out a good bit farther than most others. I watched his eyes shoot wide as my wingtips got closer and slid the band down around his throbbing cock, wedging it further towards his sheath before forcing it around his heavy hanging balls. I made sure to be not too gentle in the process, adding in a strong snap when it finally flew off my wingtips and against his flesh. That made him pull at his restrains and squeak out a good bit, 100% real this time, as I drew another powerful grin. “Mmm, that'll keep you nice and hard for me. Wouldn't want you to lose it before we were done, now would we?"

I could see him shoot me a bit of a glare out of the corner of his eye, but my smirk was far too powerful to falter from it. I gave his cock a few more hard strokes with my wing, just to keep it dribbling a little from the tip, even as it surged with a bit more blood to thicken it up that much more. “Mmmm, and if that doesn't get you squirming enough," I teased, kneeling down and grabbing the main device I had brought over with me.

I lifted up the small control box and let the cameras get a good look at it, all while hiding it from the feline with a skillful turn of my wing. The only thing he saw were the wires, and eventually those small sticky pads connected to the ends. I peeled off the backing one by one and reached over to place one on each of his nipples, even as he tried his best to squirm away from them. “W...what the hell is that?" he squeaked out rather honestly after I'd gotten the second pad in place, hearing a good bit of nervousness shoot through his voice as this certainly wasn't in the script.

“Oh, just something that will make sure you don't get tired," I explained back, and with that continued smirk on my face, I suddenly flipped the switch to turn the box on. I didn't want to kill the poor feline, or even have him tap out early, so I started the shocks fairly light, although I quickly worked my way up. They would probably cut out the first few attempts anyway as neither of us seemed to react very much, but after I'd turned the knob up a bit more, I was able to get the feline jumping and gasping more often than not. “Mmmph, perfect," I taunted back with a few malicious sounding caws. “Dance for me kitty, dance!"

A few more shocks at a slightly higher intensity did the trick. I watched his eyes narrow at me, although his body and mouth remained in character as each jolt made him arch and gasp from the sensation. His cock was doing much the same, throbbing and jerking in time with his movements, almost as if calling back to me to give it the attention it really deserved. Before I got lost in my little bit of revenge though, I heard the hog call out my name and motion for me to get on with it. They'd gotten all the shots they could of the feline squirming, and even though the hog looked like he enjoyed the spontaneity, he was ready for the main event. Regretfully, I left the box alone, although I had figured out how to make a crude program work on it before I did. I set the shocks to slowly grow in intensity, reaching a rather powerful peak, before toning them down once again in a twenty second loop or so. I hesitated just a bit to make sure that it worked, and as the feline's angry glare shot back at me when the program reached its peak, I knew this was going to get good.

With the feline still squirming hard from the series of pulses racing through his chest I placed the box on the floor and reached down for the last piece I'd picked up, that blindfold, before strolling on over and slipping it over his flicking ears and eyes. “And the final piece… just to keep you on your toes," I shouted back before snapping the elastic band around the back of his head.

He gave off another heavy gasp and shiver as the shocks reached their peak again, and with a small cry he wailed out, “You… you Monster…"

I couldn't exactly tell if that was in character or real, but nevertheless my quick-thinking brain acted fast as I replied with, “No hun, you're the monster. I'm the witch!" With that out of the way, I was finally free to get to the naughty bits, sliding my way back down towards his cock and kneeling between his leg supports once more. There weren't many videos of avians giving beak jobs in the porn market, so I did my best to include at least a little taste in every movie I did. It was usually a huge draw as it wasn't something people saw every day, and with my particularly shaped and smooth beak, it wasn't too hard to pull off. I didn't waste any time in grasping that throbbing and jumping cock with a wing, before leading it towards my now open beak, happy to get the true sex started.

My tongue hit the shaft first, wrapping around it a few times as I played to the cameras, knowing the focus was all on me now. The feline added a heavy arch to his back as well as a few kicks at the pressure, but his restraints kept him solidly in place. I could feel him jump each time the shocks to his nipples got rather intense too, making me crack a little smile around his pulsing shaft each time he tried to jerk away. I was quick warm him up and make his cock shine in the studio lighting, moaning nice and loud as I slathered him in warm spit. I played it up with slow flicks and licks, as well as long trails up and down, at least until the hog gave me the 'move on' gesture from the side.

With that cock looking more than ready, I opened up my black beak nice and wide, and I pushed it over the tip of that shaft, letting it slide nice and easy into the warm wetness of my mouth. What we birds lacked in lips we made up for in our throats. I was used to swallowing food without chewing it, and swallowing down cocks came almost naturally. My motions were smooth and controlled as I pushed my way down, inching along that shaft while the good spit at the back of my throat slickened up the tip of his pulsing member. It wasn't long before my beak tip was grinding down against his sheath. I sat there for a moment or two before sliding all the way back up with a slow, hungry pull, before I pushed myself right back down to the base, quickly starting to get into a good rhythm.

I let the drool fly as my head bobbed along the squirming feline's shaft, hearing those sloppy noises ring out in the air on every long pass up and down. I went at it for a few minutes to give the cameras their fill, but soon I got the go ahead to move on from the director. With one final pull up, and one deep lung-filling breath, I let my beak disengage from that cock, still feeling a few long strands of spit connect us even as I pulled back.

Gathering myself up, and looking down at my chest to see that one of my boobs was already hanging out, I figured I'd finish off the job. A few merciful wiggles of my shoulders, and a final push from my wingtips, left the fabric open wide on either end. I gave my bouncing black mounds a few happy shakes to show them off, and I made sure the camera came in for its close up as well, seeing me smiling as I gave them a playful sway back and forth. Smoke was still twitching a good bit from his shocks, even if his cock was left hanging and slowly cooling from the evaporating spit, but after a moment I leaned in again pushed my breasts together nice and tight around it. I'd been told that a tit job with feathers felt pretty interesting, and as my feathers mixed with the feline's barbs, we certainly shared some unusual vocal patterns back and forth.

Moans, caws, grunts, and more moans rung out through the room as my breasts slid up and down that cock, leaving me smiling and playing to the cameras as I worked. It was a little tiring to keep up the pace, especially for as long as the crew wanted to get all the angles of the action, but after what felt like ten minutes or so I got the go ahead to move on once more - the tit fucking just supposed to be a quick tease after all. “Alright big boy, time for the main event, you ready?" I started as I pulled myself back and got up onto my feet once more. I reached down to the bottom of my dress, yanking at the Velcro-attached bottom to tear off everything below my belt, leaving my groin exposed and my breasts still bouncing with each deep breath I took.

The feline had been reduced to simply giving back a few heavy whimpers and groans, especially the longer each part had taken to film, which was music to my ears as I could tell he was feeling the strain. But now, with a moment of rest and clarity, he gave off a few soft nods and sputtered out, “Y...yes Ma'am."

“Good boy," I started up once again, tipping my hat back and clear of my face. Without any more dialogue, I slid my way up onto the table, letting my knees rest on either side of the feline's slender hips and midsection, while I ground my bare rump against his still straining shaft. I made it look good for the cameras once again, but I didn't wait for the okay this time. Instead, I just reached back and helped to guide that cock tip between my ass crack, rubbing it a few times up towards my clit and then back towards my tail base. With one more final pass, I pushed down and began to sink onto it, feeling that thick shaft spread my entrance rather wide on its way inside.

I had to admit I liked making porn. I was probably one of the few girls that stayed naturally wet all throughout a scene. I would miss the feeling of people watching as I slid down on a thick cock, giving off a few happy groans as I felt my insides expand to accommodate it. I think what turned me on the most though was hearing the feline below me mew and whimper, especially as I gave his cock a firm squeeze with my strong inner muscles. That really left me smiling as I laid my wingtips over his chest and dug them into his fur and gauze covering, sliding my hips up and down with a few small but growing bounces.

“Mmmph, kitty boy, you feel so big," I moaned out as I got myself going, having to throw at least a little porn speak in there to spice things up. “You're just what I needed tonight."

“You… feel so good," he added back in the midst of another strong shocking session to his nipples, leaving me wishing I could turn up the power just a little bit, although his twitches still were rather fun to feel all the way down through his cock. It certainly added to the scene, and as the cameras got a few close ups, I did my best to keep the rhythm going. It was hard work, and soon my feathers were weighed down with just a little bit of sweat, especially under the brow of my hat. It'd take more than that to stop a professional though. Fighting through the deep gasps and burn in my legs, I rode that cock hard, leading to a strong set of heavy slurps ringing out each time my ass slapped back against his groin, and strong slaps as my breasts hit against my chest with each bounce.

It was the feline who cracked first, leaving me grinning as I heard him almost whisper out, “Gonna… cum soon."

I leaned down just a bit as those words gave me a new wind of energy, whispering back between my breaths, “The pro gonna get himself white-listed, huh?"

I wasn't expecting the director to get involved as I didn't think he could hear us, but with a quick shout he added in, “Go ahead and cum - we've got enough footage at this point."

I let out a soft sigh as my tease lost a little bit of weight, but at the same time I straightened back up and went in for the kill, slapping and grinding my ass hard down against his groin as I built up to the big finish. Having dark black feathers like I did made brilliant white cumshots look amazing, so I did my best to time it and wait for the feline's cock twitches to get right near the edge. As his gasping and moaning raced out of his control, I waited just a moment longer before pulling up and slipping that cock out of my stretched entrance. I didn't stop my bounces however, leaving that cock free to grind up and down between my ass cheeks and through my tail feathers, hoping to finish the feline off with the new yet still teasing sensation. The change was enough to throw him off a little bit, but with a little more intense grinding and bouncing, I pushed him back up towards his peak. With one final gasp from him, I felt a few hot streaks begin to erupt all over my rump and tail feathers, weighing and matting them down with an impressive splatter pattern all over.

We both gave off a heavy set of shivering groans as we came down from our respective highs, letting the cameras soak in all the juicy details. Once I'd gotten the okay, I did finally push myself off the cat though, wiggling my rump in a small set of teasing movements to give the cameras one last look at the patterns the feline had left splattered over it. “Mmmm, good job kitten," I added as my feet hit the floor and I brushed a few wingtips against his still panting chest, “but tonight has been a bit slow. If I don't get any other trick-or-treaters, I might just have to keep you here until morning…" With those words leaving my beak, I leaned back and gave off the best witch cackle I could, letting it fill the room with its loud and bouncing echo. I even did a few takes just to make sure we got a good one in, knowing that's how the film had to end without a doubt. With my last attempt still ringing out in the small studio, the hog finally yelled out, “CUT!" before some small applause began to ring back out from the crew.

“Nice work everyone," Arnold said back with a smile, already starting to rewind some of the footage. “Think we've got some good shots for sure. That's a wrap."

I smiled back and took in a few deep breaths, as well as a gentle bow for the crew, before looking down at the still bound and twitching feline. “Someone else help him out of that," I cackled out with a grin. “I have to go clean up, and I have a class to catch."

I knew everyone would be pretty busy getting their own gear put away, so the feline would be left to suffering just a little bit longer, especially when I gave a wave to the crew to tell them not to bother right away. Their nods of understanding only made me smile as I turned away and began to walk off the set. “Hey, come back here bitch," Smoke shouted as if he didn't believe what he was hearing, still thrashing a little as another set of shocks surged through his sore body. “Get me out of this!"

Those words made me stop in my tracks and slowly begin to turn around. I put on a smiling and warm face, as if I'd actually had a change of heart and was going to help the poor feline, but as I reached his side, I squat down instead of untying him. I reached out for that tear-away part of my dress that was laying on the ground just underneath the table, balling a good portion up in my wingtips, before standing up once again. I loomed over the still squirming feline with that fabric at the ready, and when he opened his mouth to say something else, I pushed the fabric in, pulling out my wingtips a moment later before he could bite down on them.

“Welcome to the industry," I whispered back while not even flinching at his now muffled cries. I turned around and began walking away once more, with the whole crew now sharing the smirk I was wearing, and the sound of muffled mumbles filling the air along with the rattle of restraints. I would miss doing this kind of thing for sure, but hey, if my actual career didn't work out, then I had a once-a-year gig already set up, although I'm not sure if I'd be working with Smoke again any time soon. That would be just fine with me.