Timmy (Tony) the Tiger Goes Wild
Ronald Wake is an easygoing gay bar tender tiger...what will happen when he gets an offer he can't refuse?
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So, I've been seeing art of a certain cereal-loving tiger pop up pretty often during the past few days, and learned that there's a kind of a meme going on, so of course I decided to jump in on the bandwagon, hehe! The generous
So here you go, a Rule 34 story for all of you to enjoy :P Do tell me how you liked it!
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Ronald was much used to the fact that patrons liked treating him as a bit of eye candy served alongside the drinks he mixed, but the fox was persistent alright. He must've spent whole of two hours looking at him, ears softly bopping to the dance beat blaring from speakers and inviting furs for booty shaking on the floor, while his eyes remained on the bartender busy at work behind his counter.
Not that Ronald minded. The tiger knew he had a body many guys were envious of, and even more of them were interested in making acquaintance with it, too. Pushing forty, though, he felt like he was really past the times of fucking a new guy each night...and that was not for because of the lack of offered action. Sometimes there'd been elbow fights by the back door waiting for him to show up...without too much exaggeration, or so. The tiger smirked at the fact and winked to the cougar receiving an apple martini in front of him.
"Here you go, handsome," the tiger rumbled.
The cougar seemed impressed enough, judging by his purr and his smile, and Ronald could expect a lascivious remark, though someone was already waving their paw to ask for a refill.
Perhaps another half an hour or so passed before the fox made his move. A bruin moved away from one of the bar stools which was then occupied by the fox while Ronald was digging something from the cabinet on the wall behind the counter. Upon swiveling back to face the crowd again, he found the well-dressed fox seated there and watching still.
"Can I get you something?" Ronald asked, as polite and professional as ever.
"Good evening," the fox spoke, sounding as sleek as his furs were, all Ronald could see from beneath the somewhat outrageous purple suit the vulpine wore, "I'd like a white wine spritzer, please, and add some peach schnapps."
Ronald's careful palate rebelled at the mixture, but the customer was always right, after all.
"Coming right up."
"Thank you," the fox smiled, still leering at the hunky tiger.
The bartending cat spent a few moments mixing the noxious concoction, which was then placed in front of the fox on a coaster.
"Here you go."
"Thank you most kindly!"
For the next fifteen minutes or so, Ronald tended to his changing clientele while the fox kept sipping from his drink. Ronald was all smiles and purrs and winks as always, and while his adoring audience treated him kindly, the tiger also knew that the fox was still staring at him like a lovesick puppy. It almost amused him. The guy seemed to be about his age. Not bad-looking, either. He could probably get someone if he wanted, Ronald thought. Maybe through Yiffer or Knot'd, or some of the other apps for the sex-starved. It's not like the city had ran out of cocks and assholes recently, he thought, wryly.
"Bartender!"
The fox again, Ronald thought, and lumbered over to where the fox was perched on the bar counter.
"Yes? Want something else?"
"I must ask you..." the fox spoke lazily, in obviously measured tones.
Ronald did not take the bait, instead he just stood there, his thick, muscled arms folded over his broad chest. He'd let the fox speak up, and then turn him down politely, like he (almost) always did.
"...have you ever done any modeling, or considered doing it at some point?"
Ronald couldn't help but chortle. He'd heart most of the pickup lines in his work, but that was something alright. "You could be a model" was not one he heard too often. Not especially coming from guys who looked like the fox sitting there.
"Hah, I do get asked sometimes," he replied, using one of his stock responses to the more outrageous inquiries his often drunk and even more frequently randy clients made to him.
The fox put his paw into his jacket pocket and procured, much to Ronald's surprise, an old-fashioned business card, which he placed onto the table, along with money to pay for the drink.
"I'll make it worthwhile," the fox said with a smile before he stood up and simply left.
Ronald stared for a moment, stuck in wonderment before someone called for him again and he finally snapped out of it. The tiger snorted and swiped the cash and the card away. He dropped it next to the till and went on to serve the next round.
*
He was putting the money into the strongbox waiting for the pickup in the morning, when he noticed the small slip of cardboard again. Ronald was tired after the long night and only wanted to crawl into his bed and sleep away until the afternoon before hitting the gym. Seeing the white card reminded him of the weird fox, but curiosity got the better of him and made him pick the card up and flip it over to read the text.
"Tristan Caller, professional photography," he read aloud the simple text that was followed by a mobile phone number, and underneath that was a web address, obviously to the fox's personal site.
"Hmmmph?" Kiki, his wolverine colleague, questioned, busy swiping the floor.
"Oh, nothing, nothing," Ronald replied to the mesh shirt-wearing twink, "someone left a note, is all."
"Hope it wasn't the watersports guy," the wolverine giggled, "he likes marking his territory...including the gents."
Ronald's nosepad cringed.
"How nice," he grunted.
The wolverine giggled.
*
"Ohhooaaamamammamammamtrhrhrhrhrhrh!"
Ronald woke up with a mighty yawn and comfortable stretching of his arms, which turned into a fully blown little workout once he got out of the bed and did some crouches and bending over to get all of his muscles pop out nicely and make him feel like a new man again, renewed with sleep and rest and soon with a hearty breakfast. The swingy-tailed beefy tiger stomped into the shower and spent a leisurely time soaping up, being in no hurry at the moment. Gym and other ventures could come later, now was "me" time and he liked nothing than to get a good soak.
Shrouded in a fluffy dark bathrobe, Ronald sauntered into his small kitchen and began to do the breakfast while his computer loaded. The morning ritual of checking the news and Facebook was quickly done, which left him tapping his fingers aimlessly against the tabletop, coffee mug in paw while he idly browsed.
The picture of a grinning wolf holding a bottle of deodorant and looking cheekily at the camera reminded him of the fox again, a thought that made him snuffle. The bold fox might've been a tad strange, but the business card had been genuine enough. Hadn't there been a web address there as well? Ronald made a quick detour into the bedroom to find the leather pants he'd worn to work and found the by now slightly rumpled card from him pocket.
"There you are..."
He sat his rump down on the chair again and typed the address down, simply out of curiosity. Maybe he'd get some nice eye candy out of it, if nothing else.
"WELCOME TO THE ATELIER OF TRISTAN CALLER, PROFESSIONAL PHOTOGRAPGER"
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That sounded grandiose enough, Ronald thought, as he found the front page to be rather dull, showing a few pictures of furs, male and female, posing in what were sure to be artistic pose, mostly just staring vacantly into nothingness. A small picture of the fox himself was located from the lower right corner, along with his contact details. Ronald cringed a little at the sight of the flowered shirt the fox was wearing on the picture, but scrolled the page up, anyway, since he had noticed that links on the top seemed to offer views into other categories of the fox's work.
"Adults only - 18/21" he read aloud, and felt a slight stirring in his loins, simply, perhaps, since he had grown rather aroused in the shower but hadn't felt like taking the matter into his own paws for the moment yet.
"Well why the hell not," Ronald chuckled as he clicked the button, which brought another page where he had to state that he was of age, and the next click...well, it brought out something more alright. Now there were pictures of nude guys, some in black and white, some in full color, but all were _gloriously_handsome. They came in all ages, each showing resounding confidence that echoed even off the screen, how they loved their bodies and showed it to the camera, too, in various poses that displayed their bodies. Ronald felt something even further than a stirring happen as he popped a fully blown boner that soon pulsed against his belly under the hem of his fluffy robe. There were just so many cocks - for there were hard dicks there, too! - and beautiful, sculpted butts on sight he could view without sporting some serious wood.
Looking at all those hard, muscled bodies made him wonder, slowly, whether in the fox's eye he had really compared to them. The fox had offered him some modeling work, after all...and if he had meant something like this...oh, probably not, but the idea was now etched in his mind, as he admired the sexy bodies on display. Sure they were presented as erotic objects of admiration rather than persons, he thought, an experience all too familiar to him from his work as a gay club bartender, but if they were that good looking, and sexy...they were kinda asking for it, weren't they? Surely that horse with a 12-inch-cock flopped over his thigh was a very deep thinker and a kind man...and his paw was definitely not rolling his balls around while he looked at the photos...
But would he want his picture to appear like this? Could he put himself up online in such a manner, for random furs to see and fap to while looking for a quick thrill? Would they want to grab their balls while looking at the pictures of the muscled tiger? The idea made Ronald feel reticent, but oddly thrilled, too. He was proud of his body, why shouldn't he be, he had put countless hours of work into cultivating his natural frame into something of an achievement, there was no point for him to think he was in any way less well-shaped than the guys on display on the fox's adults only side of his gallery. And hadn't the fox said so, too...though perhaps he was just flattering him...though at that point Ronald had thought that he had simply been trying to get a ride on the daddy tiger cock...
"Bah," Ronald grumbled, feeling a bit silly about thinking about it. And now he had a boner he'd have to get rid of before going to the gym. Temptations were numerous there, after all.
*
He found the card from his table the next afternoon, a bit bleary-eyed after what seemed like a particularly long night out at work. These unsocial hours felt sometimes a pain, while he generally tolerated it well, it was one of those days. The card became a makeshift cat stress toy, flipped around in his fingers while he tried to concentrate on reading about yet another terrorist attack in Iraq or about teen bride's humongous boobs.
The card moved between his fingers, but an attempt to flick it around caused it to flutter down over the keyboard of his laptop, showing the fox's name and phone number again. Ronald's mind went back to the pictures of sexy guys in sepia tones, and his sometimes neglected cock let out a hopeful throb.
"Humph."
Ronald couldn't really even tell himself why he dialed the number. Maybe it was a whim, he thought, or a moment's boredom, or just seeking adventure, or...something. He couldn't really decide on why he'd eventually taken out his iPhone and punched in the number from the card.
The phone rang several times before he heard a click, a breath, and a familiar lazy voice speaking.
"Hello?"
_ _
Ronald cleared his throat and rubbed a paw through his chest ruff while gathering his wits.
"Uh, hello," he said, "I'm...calling about your card, really, I'm..."
"Uuuuuh, let me guess, you wouldn't happen to work at the Buttonhole bar, which I visited two days ago?" the fox murmured.
"Yeah," Ronald snorted. "The Name's Ronald Wake. I work at the Buttonhole."
"That spritzer was quite lovely, thank you, by the way! And I understand you are calling about the possibility of working for me?"
_ _
"Well...eh...I've been looking at your...work..."
"Oh I'm pleased to hear that. I hope it makes you understand that I would be very interested in working with you, if that is possible for you."
_ _
"What...would that entail?" Ronald asked.
"Oh, I think there is a variety of options, definitely so, and some of them quite lucrative too, I might say!" the fox laughed, sounding almost nervous as he spoke. "I would prefer to discuss those in person, though, as you might understand. When would it be possible for you to visit my studio for a small test photo shoot?"
_ _
"A test shoot?"
"A few simple pieces, it won't take very long. I'm sure you photograph just wonderfully, Ronald. Just to see how you look on the proverbial celluloid, heheh!"
_ _
Ronald cringed a little at the florid description, but relented.
"Well, I usually have afternoons off, I could - "
"I have a cancellation just this afternoon, if you can come over at 3:30, I would be delighted to fit you in!"
_ _
"That's pretty soon..."
"Time is money, handsome," the fox said," and like I said, I am confident that this would be very lucrative indeed."
_ _
Ronald still felt dubious about it, but excited, too. If there was an easy buck to be made...he might as well try.
"Uh...okay then."
"Splendid! Let me tell you how to find me, and we'll make it a date, Ronald!"
_ _
*
"...and lift that left arm a little, please, and curl your fingers just a little...oh yes...just like that..."
Ronald was sweating hard, despite only wearing boxers for now, but posing was surprisingly hard work, especially under the glare of several big lamps that were pointed at him, making his furs practically shine while he struck one pose after another in front of the white background hung behind him.
"Oh that's good...that's good...work that pose...give me a smile...yes...tilt your head a little...show just a little bit of teeth...oh yes..."
Ronald was sure that the face he made was utterly ridiculous, but he obliged, stars floating through his eyes when the flash went off again in rapid succession, the fox crouching a little behind his camera standing on a tripod and pointed at the prancing tiger.
"Oh that's so good...and a little bit more...and...yes!"
The fox stood up, and Ronald, feeling almost breathless, dropped the arms he'd been holding up for a while yet, letting out a deep sigh as he relaxed, his tail moving into position between his legs.
"Well that was truly splendid, Ronald!" the fox clapped his paws together, smiling broadly.
"It was?" Ronald questioned.
"Oh, very much so," the fox smiled, "very much indeed...I think you're just splendid..."
"Thanks, I guess," Ronald rumbled.
The fox watched him carefully, tail swishing behind him while he rubbed his chin artistically.
"Would you mind if we took a few frames in the buff? That would make it easier to market your photos to the clients I have in mind."
Ronald frowned. He'd almost expected the fox to try to get into his pants again, and now he was literally telling him to get rid of them, too. He wasn't sure if he wanted to strip it all off, either, especially not in front of cameras.
"Clients?" Ronald questioned.
"Collaborators who might be interested in working with you as well, and I can assure you, it would be very, very - "
"Lucrative?"
"Exactly!" the fox smirked.
"Well...I don't know..."
"Just a simple shot, front and back would suffice, for now."
"For now?" Ronald's brow was raised.
"We'll see how things turn out," the fox replied with a smirk.
Ronald shook his head and rumbled, but decided that it probably wasn't really that bad.
"Alright then."
"Let's get to it then! I have a choir recital to attend tonight, so I'll be letting you go soon, anyway!"
Ronald harrumphed, but shucked off his boxers and stood in front of the background again, well aware that the fox peering through his lens could now see his manly endowment hanging free. At least he wasn't getting a boner...or even worse, shriveling up with nerves, Ronald thought, as he tried to relax again.
"And let's start with a general pose...paws to your sides...looking at the camera...yes..."
*
Ronald was busy thumping on the treadmill when his phone, hooked up to his ears with the plugs to play some suitable training music, began to ring.
He lifted the phone to his muzzle and opened the line without missing a step, thump-thump-thumping along while he answered.
"Ronald Wake."
"Hello, Ronald, it's Tristan Caller, good afternoon!"
_ _
The voice of the fox made the sweaty furs on the back of his neck spike up monetarily, but the slightly panting tiger continued running in place.
"Yes, hello?"
"I have wonderful news! My collaborators have reviewed the photographs in your portfolio - "
_ _
What was he, Tyra Banks, Ronald thought, with guilt at his America's Next Top Model habit.
" - and they think that if you are willing to work for them, it would be a wonderful opportunity for all of us."
_ _
"Let me guess, lucrative?" Ronald huffed mid-stride.
"Oh, very much so! We are talking about several thousand dollars, if you are interested in working with my collaborators."
_ _
That sounded almost too good to be true.
"Several thousands?"
"Oh yes, they are willing to be very generous, and I must say, I don't blame them..."
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Ronald disliked the suggestive tone in the fox's voice, and he could imagine the leering face that came with it, but he was irreversibly piqued now. Several thousand dollars equaled to a very nice holiday in his books...and if all he had to do was to look pretty for the cameras...
"What do you need me to do?"
"We need to arrange for time for the shoot, when do you have a day off?"
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"Wednesday next week," Ronald replied.
"I'm sure that will be just fine! How about I take it to my collaborators and I will get back to you?"
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"If that's the easiest way to do it."
"I think it will be! I will be in touch!"
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Not in your wildest dreams, Ronald thought.
"Yep-yep," the tiger rumbled.
"Splendid! I will be calling you soon!"
_ _
"Thanks."
"No, thank you!"
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*
The fox's musky velvet-lined studio seemed suddenly much more crowded when the fox was not there alone. He had been joined by a lumbering polar bear, a stallion and a bespectacled young lion. Ronald felt like he was on display when such a gang observed him, and of course there was the fox, too, coming in to grab one of his big paws in both of his own and shaking it.
"Oh welcome, welcome, hello!" the fox slithered, "let me introduce to you my associates! Everyone, this is Ronald!"
The furs simply ogled at him, and Ronald felt tugged by his arm towards them by the fox.
"Here is Max, the producer..." the fox pointed out the polar bear, "Jock, his business partner and cinematographer...and here is Marriott..."
"How do you do," the lion purred while offering a limp paw.
"...the stylist," the fox added.
"The stylist?" Ronald's ears flicked with surprise.
"He's almost perfect, how did you manage?" the lion spoke, his excited words directed at the fox.
"I have a keen eye, as you know," the fox winked at the lion before swirling about to face Ronald. "Now, these gentlemen will explain the rest to you, I think, and we can start!"
Ronald didn't have a chance to speak up before the polar bear stepped forward and grabbed his paw.
"Max, I'm with the Blue Paws Productions," the bear spoke, "and I must agree with Mister Caller here, you are just what we're looking for."
"A bit on the gruff side but I hope you can act," the stallion nickered.
"Oh let me do my magic on that," the lion giggled. "I can already see it...just a small touchup..."
"The body is perfect, though," the fox said, "I could see it right away."
Ronald felt like the other furs possessed some sort of an X-ray vision that could see through the oversized T-shirt and jeans he was wearing for the occasion, having been told to come simply as he was, and he had not made any effort, considering how suspicious he felt of the whole thing. If it really was a sure gig, then he probably didn't even have to bother.
"I have to agree..." the polar bear commented, looking at him from head to toe.
"I better start setting up the video," the horse said, "need to check the lighting and the tone card."
"Video?" Ronald asked.
"Yeah, we are shooting today, like we agreed," the polar bear replied.
"Shooting?" Ronald grunted. "But I understood we're only taking photographs today, for you."
"We are sure, but we're also filming," Max said, "we're doing it all in one go."
"Doing what exactly?" Ronald asked. "I wasn't aware I'd be filmed, too."
"Mister Caller!" the polar bear boomed.
The fox appeared relaxed enough, standing there with thumbs pushed into his pants pockets.
"I decided that you could tell him the exact nature of his photoshoot, I decided it would be easier that way," the fox replied.
The polar bear gave him a dirty look.
"You didn't tell him he was coming here for a porn shoot?"
"A PORN SHOOT?" Ronald grunted, his tail spiking so that it looked like a toilet brush.
"What do you think we're doing here, advertising toothpaste?" the polar bear grunted roughly.
Ronald's paws curled into fists. He felt like he'd been tricked.
"Okay, I'll be off then," he said," I'm not going to be getting involved in any of this shit - "
"Oh, I'm so sorry, perhaps I should've been a bit more clear - "
Ronald sneered, baring all of his teeth to the fussy fox and growling in warning.
"I'd say you fucking should have, because now I'm here on my day off and you're expecting me to do whatever you - "
"Mister Wake, there is no need to - "
"If you seriously think that I'm going to fuck something on camera you're - "
"Six and a half thousand dollars for a solo scene, "the polar bear said.
Ronald stopped his paw in mid-swing as he'd prepared to give the polar bear a threatening shadow smack. The money quoted sounded ridiculous. It made him gawk.
"You guys are out of your minds," the tiger growled.
"It's what I'm prepared to pay for your effort," the polar bear said, seemingly non pulsed by the tiger's outburst. "If you are interested."
"I did tell you that it would be very lucrative, Ronald," the fox said.
Ronald gave him a dirty look and then sneered at the polar bear instead.
"I don't like being played with" he said, "this is fucked up shit."
"But it pays your bills," the horse cut in. "Big time."
"Really big," the lion purred.
"Oh fuck you."
"Told you he's gruff," the horse said.
"What the hell's your problem?" Ronald yelped.
"I've got no problem!" the stallion waved his hands through the air.
"It seems that unfortunately Mister Caller forgot to mention you that we are in the business of adult entertainment, and we would be interested in shooting a small solo scene with you, and take some associated photos to go with that. It will take you a few hours at most, and we will be paying you six and a half grand for it," the polar bear explained.
"I'm not even a model," Ronald grunted, "he just told me he wanted to photograph me, and I did, and now I'm here and feel like I've been had!"
"We are more than happy to work with amateur talent, and your special attributes are definitely a decisive factor in our decision to hire you," the polar bear explained, sounding almost lazy now, "show him, Marriott, where'd you leave the props?"
"Oh, just here!" the lion replied, suddenly turning, tail swiveling as he walked over to a small table where his paws were dug into what looked like an ordinary brown paper back from any nearby supermarket. He return in a scurry, holding something in his paws.
Ronald caught a look.
"OH YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!"
"Our The Lion Prince sold 60,000 copies on VOD and is still selling," the polar bear said, "The Jungle Tale sold 50,000 and still going. Not to mention Robin of Foxley and His Horny Men."
"What the hell is that?" Ronald asked.
"Part of our fetish range," the stallion quipped. "See your childhood heroes get it on, for the affordable price of 9.99, and we accept all major credit cards and PayPal."
"And that - "
"Timmy the Tiger, the sexy cereal-loving feline," Max said, matter-of-fact.
"For the love of - "
"We'll just put on a red neckerchief on you and you'll be just perfect!" the lion holding the box of sugar-coated cereal still and practically bouncing excitedly. "And maybe a little touch-up on the - "
"This is weird," Ronald huffed, feeling like he was deflating while standing there in front of these furs speaking ridiculous things to him.
"But lucrative!" the fox said. "Including my commission..."
"People buy this shit?" Ronald waved his paw at the direction of the box.
"Well it's a very popular product and deeeelicious!" the lion giggled.
Ronald sneered at him, but the polar bear cleared his throat.
"Tony the Tiger has been one of our most wished for fictional character our customers have wanted to see in our films," Max said. "We've been having requests ever since Dreams Come True range was launched last year."
"And so far, you're our most promising candidate for Timmy the Tiger," the stallion cut in.
"I don't look like THAT!" Ronald pointed at the grinning tiger on the box, holding a bowl of cereal in his big paws.
"But you have a perfect body, and you've got a similarly broad face, we'll leave the rest for makeup and imagination!" the lion purred. "We are selling fantasies here, after all, it doesn't have to be perfect...just close enough."
Ronald couldn't help but feel slightly flattered at the compliment, even if it was coming from someone whose job was to produce and sell filthy online porn. They were experts in making furs strip their clothes off and go at it on cam, after all...and now they were trying to sweet talk him to do just that. He felt angry at being led, but he also found himself intrigued by the money...that massive load of cash that'd buy him a holiday and then some...
"This is pretty fucked up," he said, raking heavy fingers through his head furs.
"We are spending valuable time here chatting about, "Max said, "I know that you feel somewhat misled here, mister Wake, but I do assure you that with your effort, we could make this into a very good deal. Only if you agree to do it, of course, otherwise we've got no shoot and we've wasted everyone time here."
"Valuable time," the stallion said.
Ronald was surprised the word 'lucrative' had not been mentioned, but perhaps he could understand it. He didn't feel exactly torn about wasting these porn fur's time, but the loss of his own free afternoon off, on the one day besides Sunday that he could relax...catch up on sleep and some TV everyone was talking about and he always saw on delay, because he had no other choice, being at work during the primetime...
That money would buy him a lot of DVD season boxes, wouldn't it? Or a new TiVo...or a PlayStation...or a new LCD television...
"So what do you want me to do?" he asked. "Do the slogans or something stupid like that?"
"We can't do that for copyright reasons," Max said, "It would be too much of a liability."
"Prancing around naked looking exactly like Tony the Tiger isn't?"
"Since we're making money with it, it might not fall under the category of an artistic satire or parody, so we're treading on thin ice here," Max said, "we don't want any trouble."
Ronald wanted to tell them that they were up for a tail-whipping anyway, but he bit back on the grumbles and tried to keep a steady face instead.
"Right."
"It's a straightforward thing," the polar bear said, "you'll just do some posing for the cameras, and then you'll jack off and cum. And that's it."
"On camera?"
"Well we don't sell audiobooks," the stallion snorted.
"You want me to jack off and you'll pay me six and a half thousand dollars for that?" Ronald growled. "For pulling my pud?"
"To put it like that, yes, yes we do," the polar bear replied. "Just for you posing, showing off your body, and then masturbating and cumming. That's all we need of you at this point. You sign the contract and the release and the money is yours."
"You're crazy!" Ronald grumbled.
"We're businessmen, and we know a good investment," the fox cut in. "I sure did as soon as I stepped into the Buttonhole."
Ronald felt like piece of meat at being talked like that, but he was more worried of the excessive feeling of greed he could feel, not only in the assorted men in the room, but in himself, as well. Sure he had seen his share of action and he'd flashed a bit of butt and the like every now and then but...on camera...watched by thousands, maybe...and even doing sexy stuff, jacking off...it was a bit much to consider. He'd never even thought about doing porn...but he'd also never thought he could earn several month's pay in a space of a few hours by doing something as mundane as stroking his salami and doing some...roleplay? It sounded freaky as hell...c
"So how about it?" the polar bear offered his paw. "Do we have a deal, or shall we just pack up and leave?"
Ronald knew he was being played with...this was just the polar bear's negotiation tactic, and he could see straight through it, and it made him feel angry, too, but the tiger also knew that he'd already swallowed the hook.
"Fuck, then," he grunted as she slammed his palm briefly against the polar bear's, "if you really want to waste your money..."
"Fetch my bag, Marriott," the polar bear snapped to the lion, "the paperwork is there."
"I think I'll finally get the camera ready, then," the stallion whinnied.
Ronald felt an ugly turning sensation in his stomach, and wondered what he really was about to sign himself up for.
*
"What the hell is that?"
_ _
Ronald had been sat down in front of a mirror on a table loaded with brushes, combs and bottles of various furcare and shaping products he hadn't even seen before in his life, some of which the lion had insisted on spraying him, and now he was holding a little brush in one paw and a small plastic box in another, and he didn't like the smell of it.
"Well, you know..." the lion chuckled, pointing the brush at the box of cereal sitting on one corner of the table, as if it was to serve as a photo after which he was being styled even now," to make you perfect."
Ronald harrumphed, the movement of his chest ruffling the black fabric that had been thrown over his torso to protect his furs from the makeup work being done on his head furs and muzzle.
"You don't mean..."
"Well it's only for the shoot, you know," the lion chuckled, "now, tilt your head back a little and don't breathe through your nose while I apply the blue paint."
"Paint!" Ronald grumbled while he did as was told, feeling oddly exposed in such a posture.
"It's a waterproof cosmetic pigment, it'll come right off afterwards with a reagent...well...technically, a detergent, I suppose, but..."
The brush itched terribly and Ronald had to fight the urge to snort, but he was sure that was going to cause the paint to go anywhere, and he didn't want the lion to use some kind of an acid to get it out of his face. His eyes were smarting already from whatever the lion had sprayed on his head furs to make them more..."bouffant"...
"How's it going?" the polar bear interjected from somewhere, sounding impatient.
"Just a little moment more!" the lion chimed back.
"Good," the polar bear growled, "and hope you'll be up to perform, Ronny, it'd be a bit late now to start you on Viagra."
"V-Viagra?"
"It helps shy boys to keep up a bone," the lion slurred close to his ear, making it flick and prickle and causing Ronald to forget the discomfort of the paintbrush on his nosepad for the moment.
"I'm not shy," Ronald huffed.
"I know you're not," the lion patted his shoulder, "oh look at you now!"
Ronald scowled at his own image on the mirror in front of him. The lion's paws had done some work on him alright, highlighting his brow and his head furs, which made him look strange indeed. The rest of him hadn't been really touched at, but he'd already been made to strip down to his waist, so that he wouldn't disturb whatever was done on him before they started.
"Just perfect," the lion grinned at him through the mirror and pulled on the strip of Velcro that held the protective cloth over his body. "You're ready to go!"
Ronald got to his footpaws and faced the actual studio section, to find the stallion and the fox both fiddling with cameras, and with the polar bear sitting down on a chair with a laptop over his flabby thighs. He noticed the tiger's presence and gave him a nod of what must've been approval.
"Good job," he said, "still missing the scarf."
"Here, here!" the lion was upon Ronald in a moment, holding the red neckerchief in his paws, "you must lean down a bit, though...you're such a big boy..."
Ronald huffed but did as he was told, and then got the red cloth tied around his neck, to perfect the illusion that he was no longer a gay bartender but a cartoon character who had stepped off the...box?
"Okay, pants off then," the polar bear blurted. "And then you can sit on that table and we can start."
Ronald noticed that someone, probably the fox, had brought out a small table over to the white shooting background, along with a chair next to it, and sitting on it was a big bowl filled with cereal.
"What the hell is this?" he asked, his tail jumping behind him.
"Some props," the stallion replied, lifting his camera up to his paws and aiming it at Ronald, "hmmm...nice..."
"This is weird," Ronald said.
"We're paying you for being sexy, not criticizing our product design," Max grumbled. "Whip off those pants and sit on the table, we can start like that."
"Just like that?" Ronald asked.
"You just plant your tush down there and we'll tell you what to do next," the polar bear said. "You all ready?"
"I'm all set!" the stallion neighed.
"I'm ready!" the fox replied, fondling his own expensive camera.
This was it, Ronald thought, with a further nervous twitch, as he proceeded to undo his belt and then step out of his pants and his boxers. He was well aware of the four pairs of eyes suddenly gazing on the lower part of his body, and what he packed there...and he felt a measure of pleasure for the envious look the lion gave for him, mixed with lust.
"Well here it goes..." Ronald mumbled to himself while he walked over towards the table, tail tucked against his butt for slight modesty before he turned around and sat onto the edge of the table.
"Alright, now, look at the camera here, and put one leg over the other...arms crossing your chest...and give me your best Tony...I mean...Timmy smile!"
Ronald just glared, feeling too exposed for comfort at the position.
"Like what?" he snorted.
"Marriott, the box!" the polar bear ordered.
"Oh for fuck's sake..." Ronald shook his head when he saw the bouncy lion bring out the box from the makeup table and hold it up for display.
"Smile!" Max commanded. "Tony can't look like he just got a cock dry up his ass!"
Ronald's ears flicked with surprise at the strange metaphor, but he let it go.
"Smile, dude!" the stallion concerted.
"But I'm not doing the slogan!" Ronald replied with another surly face.
"You don't have to do it, just look happy!"
"Ugh...like this?" he pulled a face.
"Just like that!" the stallion replied, "keep that...and action!"
It was even weirder than he could've imagined, seeing that glowing red light, but now he was being filmed, and with so much money on the line, he didn't want to ruin it.
"Good...now, stretch out a bit..."
That was easy enough, Ronald decided, lifting his arms slowly so that his bulging pecs and biceps were caught in high definition on the cameras.
"Good...now stand up..."
This wasn't very different from the earlier naked photoshoot he'd done with the fox, except of course the fantasy fetish aspect to it, but Ronald could forget it, as soon as he didn't think about it. He was glad he didn't have to see himself doing it, though, he was sure that he couldn't help laughing at the ludicrousness of the sight.
"Good...turn, slowly...let's see that ass..."
The big tiger rotated, slowly, letting the camera capture all of his beefy thighs before they became his back, not to mention the great double flares of his butt, the firm muscled globes on full display, his tail swinging gently behind them.
"Look over your shoulder and wink..."
Ronald did, wondering whether it really did look sexy.
"Grab your ass cheeks and pull them apart a bit...let them see what you've got..."
The camera flashed, and the video camera captured everything, from the angle of his tail to his fingerpads digging into his meaty cheeks.
"Good...lift the tail a bit more...let's see that asshole..."
Ronald arched his back and did as he was told, well aware that the cameras were getting a perfect view of his most precious, a place not many had been allowed to seen...not until now...
"Good...very sexy...rub those cheeks a bit..."
The tiger continued to follow the instructions, and felt a bit surprised how he was growing hard despite the lack of more direct stimulation. Maybe the thrill of the forbidden, showing off like that, was really starting to get to him...he could feel his cock grow with each pulse of blood flowing into it, his balls getting kind of warm and itchy, too...
"Oh and he's boning up...good...turn around and look at the camera...lift your right arm..."
Ronald posed, lifting his arm to show the dark tuff underneath it, his cock throbbing further while the cameras zoomed in on it, the long, pink shaft thickening and growing longer, too.
"Grab it and give it a little shake...let everyone see the tiger's proud of his tool..."
He couldn't deny it, he'd grown almost fully hard and his thick prick pulsed in his grip, the tip cradled against his fingers with the instinctive softness all men handled their privates. It felt odd to be doing something so intimate in the presence of so many strangers, but the touch was still good, making him throb harder and strain in his hold.
"Oh yes...pose for the camera, daddy...grin like you were just gonna say it..."
"I'm not saying it!" Ronald yelped.
"You don't have to," the stallion chuckled. "Now...shake it a bit...let them see your snake..."
Ronald wasn't sure that was particularly sexy, but he did as was told, making his long shaft bounce with the help of his fingers around the base.
"Good...now, play with your nipples while you play with your cockhead...and show like it feels really, really good..."
Well it didn't feel like the earth was opening for him, but it wasn't bad...though Ronald understood the need to make it look a bit more so for the cameras...adding some purring and rumbling, for the good effect...he was sure it was looking alright, while he slowly rubbed up and down his pre-slickened dick and rolled a nipple between his fingerpads, slowly and sensually working himself up.
"Oh yes, that's good...that's good...keep going...sit on the edge and spread your legs a bit, start playing with your balls and remember to keep your legs open so that everyone sees what you're doing...just sitting the, working your cock..."
Ronald was slowly starting to feel genuinely horny, aided by the familiar up and down motion of his paw on his shaft, sliding his pads over the firm, warm flesh. Strange circumstances aside, the straightforward act was simple enough to accomplish, and she could almost forget the ogling eyes and the cameras...or the ticklish paint on his nose, or the strange neckerchief which was one accessory he would've never thought to be seen wearing...sure he'd meddled in all sorts of outfits for the themed parties at the bars, but even during a cowboy night, he'd only gone as far as leather chaps and a cowboy hat...
"Oh yes...big tiger's working his cock alright..."
He remembered that he was supposed to mug for the cameras and did as much, purring and rumbling and flexing his body while he beat his meat, knowing that it really was what he was paid for, looking pretty, like the polar bear had stated previously...so let them have it, he thought, he was getting the money for it. And it wasn't so bad, as long as he didn't let himself think about the sheer ludicrousness of the concept behind his ex tempore porn gig.
He still wanted to chuck the fox into a dumpster, though, even at the risk of messing up that purple pimp suit...seemed like a deserved punishment for conning him to do this...but he was slowly getting into it...just stroking...playing with his nipples...swinging his tail...grinning slowly for the cameras. He wasn't forgetting his balls either, rolling them around when the opportunity struck, doing it slowly and with a knee lifted so that everything was surely captured on tape...
"I'm...kinda starting to get close," he breathed, after an indetermined time had passed in slow teasing.
"Alright, stand by for the money shot then!" the polar bear commanded.
Ronald stood there, panting a little from the effort while the fox and the stallion approached, seemingly setting themselves according to some pre-deliberated plan the tiger wasn't privy to. He just stood there, trying to steady his breaths, cock pulsing softly with the beat of his heart.
"Okay, you can go at it, and when you're going to shoot, pull the bowl close to you and shoot into the bowl," the polar bear said.
"WHAT!"
"That's what we want to do," the polar bear replied, sounding like there was nothing to discuss about it, "then you scoop some with your fingers and eat them.
"EAT IT?" his tail jumped.
"You don't have to swallow," the stallion winked over the ocular of his camera.
"You fucking perverts..." Ronald hissed.
"For six and a half grand, you better work for it, too," the polar bear sneered.
A silent beat passed, and Ronald knew that there was no space to negotiate on it.
"Is there a spoon?" he breathed.
"The messier the better, so just use your fingers, and lick them clean afterwards," the polar bear said before looking back down to his laptop.
Ronald chortled, but grabbed his cock.
"Right, I'm fucking gonna do it now, you better get it on the first try," he huffed, "not sure I'll feel like doing this again for you..."
"And go!" the stallion called, even though Ronald was already jerking off.
He concentrated on the sensations, using his pissed off state to fuel his ardor too while he jacked his meat quickly, sliding his paw up and down and concentrating on the nice feelings his pads created on the corona of his glans, adding to the feelings prickling through his member while he worked himself up. He hissed and growled loudly, again playing it up while he was determined to wrap things up as soon as possible without giving the perverts anything to complain about.
"Ngghhhhhh..."
Ronald grabbed the bowl and aimed his cock, his paw flying when he felt the tingles grown in his belly and his balls, his pucker already clenching down as the muscles worked for it, soon spewing his cum in thick, white splashes onto the cereal in the bowl. The air filled with his musk and made his nose itch in a different way than the noxious paint, and he felt genuinely breathless once the spunk ran out and he was left to shake a few final drips down onto the strangely hissing concoction on the bowl.
Then came the bit he didn't like...and it did look a bit disgusting...the oddly frothy mass of corn, sugar and cum...its smell was too weird to try after the initial sniff, so he simply lifted the bowl and scooped a fingerful of the messy stuff and into his maw, trying his best not to taste it while he pretended to chew and grin to the cameras...cock still bobbing...
"It's a wrap!" Jock the stallion called out.
Ronald made a face and spat the half-chewed, wet mess of cum and Frosties out of his muzzle with a rude grunt.
"Fuck..."
"Now I think we have a winner here!" the fox chuckled hotly.
Ronald let out a weary sigh, his sinuses flooding with the stench of cum.
His lips were covered in sugar.
*
"Bartender!"
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Oh my God, Ronald thought as he turned around, tail almost smacking against a cocktail mixer sitting on the counter as he moved about and found himself facing the all too familiar fox sitting on a newly vacated bar stool.
"What is it?" Ronald asked, trying not to sound too strained, even with his history with Mr. Tristan Caller.
"I'd like a white wine spritzer with some cherry liquor in it, please, and a small umbrella," the fox leered.
"Coming right up," the tiger growled, puffing out his chest clad in only a leather harness, considering it was the 'Daddy in Black' night.
"Thank you, handsome," the fox slurred.
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