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"Models of Influence"

The sound of the alarm buzzing woke Adam from a particularly sound sleep. Yawning as he woke, the white rodent stretched out on his bed, letting the sheets slip across his naked body before he tucked his head under his pillow and flopped over limply upon the bed. The springs worked well, they caused his body to bounce a bit as he noticed a bit of morning wood that had slapped against his stomach. Pulling the pillow from his face, he gazed down at his erection, which was only half cocked and leaned to one side. He was surely not going to start his weekend off with a cold shower there wasn't a more perfect setting than the first flickers of sunlight filtering through the window at this early hour; jogging could wait, this was definitely more important.

He whimpered a bit as he wrapped his fingers around his cock, which bounced and came to life. A single thick droplet of clear fluid drained from the tip and fell along the knuckle of his thumb before dripping down to his stomach as he began to stroke himself. He pursed his lips a bit and bit down on his lower one as his strokes grew longer and his shaft slowly began to throb to its full size. The palm of his paw dragged his leaking precum along the flesh, making it easier to glide his hand along it, making it more sensitive to the touch as it lurched forward with every backstroke, needing the release that Adam anticipated. The mouse sucked air through his lips and expelled it slowly with a hissing noise as he rested his head completely onto his pillow now and cupped his balls with his other hand. He rolled his eyes back for a moment, staring at the ceiling as he continued to fondle himself. His fingers slid even lower as he tickled the entrance of his hole. He stretched a leg out, pushing the sheets off of him onto the floor as his stomach sucked in and flexed out with every breath. He whimpered again, his tongue running along the row of teeth in his upper mouth. He could hear the sound of his hand squeezing the flesh, making a soft, wet squishing noise as he crawled his fingers from base to tip, slowing his strokes as he felt the familiar burn of his climax coming on him like a freight train.

He couldn't even cry out as he came, it was almost unexpected until he was suddenly exploding, shooting himself in the face two or three times before his orgasm caused his body to shake, he had brought his finger almost up to his hand deep in his ass, he could feel it pulsing. His muscles tightening and contracting around his finger as he clenched and cried out softly, listening to the slap of wet on his chest and stomach as his climax finally began to settle. He let out a soft sigh of pleasure as he dropped back on his bed and finally began to relax.

"Adam?" A voice sounding through the door made the mouse throw the sheet over himself as Charlotte Rowe entered the room. She looked exhausted, as if she hadn't been getting enough sleep. Her curled, uncontrolled hair frizzed up slightly with one point sticking straight up on the top of her head. Her night dress covered her down to her ankles, though one of the shoulder strings had draped a bit down off its perch. "Sweetie, are you okay?"

"Fine." Adam said defensively. "Don't you ever knock?"

Charlotte smiled slightly, not losing the sleepiness in her face. She yawned and kissed Adam's forehead, petting his hair and making him cringe. She was only a few inches from the mess he'd made. "You don't forget that being your mother isn't going to mean a darn thing after today. My little boy's off to move into his own apartment."

Adam swallowed dryly. "Y-yeah..." He said. "Imagine that."

"Just so you know, when you're gone, I'm turning your room into a knitting room." She said with a giggle before turning around and starting toward the door. About halfway there, she stopped and turned around. "You might want to consider taking a shower, Adam... for some reason you smell like the ocean this morning."

Adam smiled, without skipping a beat even though his heart was racing he responded. "Don't think there's been a day I haven't taken a shower, mom. I'll be okay."

Tiredly, Charlotte patted Adam on the knee. "You've always been such a good boy." She said.

"Let's get you back to bed, mom. I've got to get ready for my jog anyway." Adam said as he pulled a long shirt on and crawled out to escort her back to her room.

After tucking his mother in for another few hours' sleep, Adam took a quick shower to rinse his mess off, then headed out into the slowly rising morning. He inhaled and exhaled the cool air as he started his jog. He knew it would burn off quickly and start getting warm by seven or eight o'clock. He was usually done with his runs by then. As he rounded the corner of his third mile, the sun had brought its warm glow across the landscape and the city was coming to life for its morning waves of traffic. It was like clockwork to the mouse, who paused at each intersection just long enough to stretch his legs, or to tie a shoe. The journey home was mostly an uphill battle and he began to sweat just a bit more as he headed up the main street toward his own block. This would be the last day he'd have to worry about it though, he would soon be in his own place across town and he'd have to find another--

The sound of his phone ringing in his pocket derailed Adam's train of thought. He slowed himself to a better pace and answered. "Hello?"

"Hey, mousey. How's it going?"

Adam recognized the voice and he laughed a bit. "Whoa, Douglas. Long time no chat! Things are alright, how are things going on your end?"

Douglas sighed and leaned against the wall, the corded payphone jammed against his ear as the wire whipped lightly against his shoulder. In this day and age where cell phones were the thing, he still relied on more traditional methods of calling his friends. "Things are going alright." He said.

"How's the world of modeling?"

Douglas felt his ears flatten a bit and he groaned some. "Oh, it's good. Not much, we just y'know, model sporting equipment and shit."

"Ha. Well I wouldn't know about all that. Who'd have thought you'd graduate and land yourself in modeling and not sports? How's the gang?"

"Oh, they're doing alright." Douglas shrugged. "We keep in touch on occasion."

"Well good. So what brings you calling my number?" Adam asked.

"It's... well something I need your special kind of help with."

"Yeah?"

Douglas nodded, as if Adam were there to see it. "Yeah, you see the modeling coach Pat, he's sort of got a gig lined up for us that could pay us really well, and I'm all for it, but the other guys that he wants for the shoot...well..."

"What kind of a shoot is it?"

Douglas sighed. "Well, it's a new line of sporting gear, but it's designed for intimate apparel. I guess these guys are trying for some spark in the bedroom, particularly on the gay market. Most of it's pretty innocuous. But some of the shots can get pretty risque from what I was told and the guys aren't... really very comfortable with it." He said. "They're all really shy and I just don't think they'd be totally interested in pulling it off, no matter how much it pays... so I was hoping you'd be able to come out and sort of loosen them up for me. We both know you've got special... talents."

"Hmm, interesting, are they predator species? My abilities work best on them."

"Yeah, we've got a lion, a wolf and a fox for this round."

"A plethora of species then. Hmm when did you need me to meet with them?"

"Tonight would be good." Douglas said just above a whisper. "Could you meet up? I'll give you the address."

"Yeah, but don't let on who I am, if I want to convince them to star in a modeling shoot I'll have to act as a trusting party."

"Whatever you said, it works." Douglas said with a coy grin. "See you tonight then."

Adam finished the last half mile to his house at a brisk walk. He was sweating and tired, but somewhat excited for getting back with Douglas for a new set of creatures to seduce. It wouldn't be hard, he'd just have to get them alone and enjoy their company and if Douglas happened to be along for the ride, then the more the merrier.

He stepped into the shower and rinsed off and shampooed his fur, he enjoyed his mother's taste in shampoo also, a sweet strawberry scent, one of his favorite smells in the world made him linger for almost an hour until the water started to turn luke warm. He climbed out and dried himself off as he headed to his room, he began to wonder how his apartment would feel when he was moved in; he'd only been out to the place once or twice to fill in the paperwork and to investigate the place. It was a typical studio apartment, one bedroom, one bathroom and the main room with a kitchen directly off to the side. Just the perfect size for him as he spent most of his days traveling to school and back this would shorten the two hour journey by about an hour and still be worth it.

Adam pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a white collared shirt that he buttoned up to the third hole. He pulled his dark rimmed glasses on and checked himself in the mirror before deciding to leave the sleeve cuffs unbuttoned as well. Pulling the bangs of his fur back he stepped out into the hall and was tackled by his mother standing behind the door.

"OH! My baby's leaving the nest!" She exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed so tight that he felt his cheeks puff up some.

"Mom..."

"You just be careful out there, I'll make sure the movers take your things over this afternoon, and here." She said handing him a wrapped box. "Open it."

"Ah, you didn't have to--"

"Oh you know you love it. Go ahead and open it." She said with a smile.

Adam smiled back before tearing open the colorful wrapping to reveal a black leather case underneath it. Turning it over as he finished the unwrapping he found the latch and opened it, revealing a silver backed pocket watch inside. The hands looked like they were working normally. "This is..." He said, recognizing the watch, and noticing Charlotte smirking at him.

"Your dad would've wanted you to have that." She said. As Adam pulled the watch from the box, it lifted slightly and revealed five crisp hundred dollar bills underneath and she chuckled. "He would have wanted you to have that too."

"Mom, this is too much you need--"

"I need you to go live your own life and stop worrying about me so much. I know you've been having trouble getting into the idea about moving out on your own because of me, but I want you to have your own life Adam. Nate would have wanted that too."

Adam smiled, and slipped the watch into his pocket before hooking the chain around his belt loop. He gave his mother a hug and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, mom." He said. "I guess I'll be going."

"Just be home this afternoon." Charlotte said. "I'm not paying the movers to sit around and wait for you to get there."

The drive over to his apartment wasn't long, it took about forty minutes on a clear day, but he was closing in on an hour by the time he arrived with the mid-morning traffic. His key was in the front office like he'd been expecting and he took the stairs to the second floor. It wasn't a resort for an apartment building, but it wasn't exactly run down either. It reminded Adam of some of the old posh hotels that his dad had taken him to when he was younger, except there was less carpeting and more concrete gray along the walkways. The walls themselves were a pale, faded off green color and the apartment doors were a wood oak color. "Remodeling Soon" signs littered the hall on some of the doors including his own at apartment 14E, likely the flyers were only on the unoccupied doors. Unlocking the doorway and stepping into his apartment, the aroma of freshly cleaned carpet struck his nose and he inhaled it sharply. The people here were definitely trying to make a good impression, and for a mouse, cleanliness was close to godliness.

The main room was octagonal in shape almost, a large chunk of the shape was taken out immediately to his left as he came in and stared into the small kitchen. His appliances had already been set up, a steady 12:00 flashing on the microwave door. He'd set it later, for the moment though he walked over to the other side and opened the blinds, letting the outside light flood into the room. The carpet was a champagne color throughout the main room until it reached the red and green tile of the kitchen. A small closet was set just to the other side of the entry and then there were two doors on the other side of the room angled in toward each other. One went into the bedroom and the other went into the bathroom... and it was all his. Adam laughed in spite of himself and fell back onto the carpet, stretching his arms and legs out in enjoyment. He couldn't wait until the movers arrived so he could decide where to put everything.

A doorbell ringing made him sit upright. There was no way the movers would have been there that quickly, they had at least an hour's worth of work to clear his things out and then to drive across town? No way. He pulled the door open and was suddenly thrown back by a large body jumping through the door. "OOF!" He grunted as he hit the ground and he barely had time to say anything before a muzzle came down on his, delivering a rather fine canid kiss.

Douglas' body was still thick and meaty, his biceps bulged as he did a practical pushup on top of the mouse, letting their crotches rub together, immediately getting a response from Adam's own cock. Finally as their muzzles parted the jackal grinned at him. He'd changed his mane a bit, a light fluffy blond colored stripe on top of his head tapered back into a ponytail that contrasted the rest of his fur beautifully. "Not every day you get a greeting like that, eh Adam?" He asked.

"Wow. What the hell are you doing here, Douglas? You're early."

Douglas didn't move he just chuckled a bit and leaned back some, pressing the bulges of their pants together teasingly. "Oh this isn't about what's going on at the agency. I just came to see if you've been properly welcomed into your apartment yet." He looked around. "It's a nice place."

Adam's heart rate was up, even with the front door open, he could tell his scent was probably getting the jackal a little hot and bothered. He grabbed Douglas by the wrist and turned him over, quickly resting himself on top and turning the tables on him as he gave the jackal a lick across the neck and making him whimper and moan in enjoyment. "Yes. The apartment." He said as his hands slid up under Douglas' shirt, feeling the muscles flexing and relaxing underneath his touch. He reached back and took hold of his pants tugging it back some so his fingers brushed against the warm tip of his arousal underneath.

"Y-you going to at least shut the door?" Douglas asked.

"You saying you want me off of you?" Adam didn't even wait for an answer before bringing his head down and wrapping his tongue around the jackal's, which was hanging partly out of his mouth by now. That silenced his incoming answer and he finished unfastening the canine's belt, and relieving his cock of the confines of his pants. The shaft bounced out and slapped against his stomach.

Adam's hands rested on top of Douglas' arms, almost forcibly holding them down as he lifted his muzzle from the kiss. He slid down the thick body and his tongue found the bobbing, warm flesh. He sighed a bit and let the cock slip between his lips. Douglas' body jerked at the feeling and he gasped in response. Adam held his arms down at his sides, keeping them from moving. His scent was in full swing by now, the mouse could see a vague impression of submission in Douglas' eyes. Even though he knew about Adam's overpowering effects though, he still wanted to be subjected to them, he gave into Adam's silent commands almost immediately as the mouse's tongue slid along his cock, then lower as he played with the dog balls that dangled between his spread legs. Carefully, Adam moved his hand and unfastened his own pants to relieve the tightness of his denim tent. His mouth forced down nearly three quarters of the cock between his breaths and Douglas' hips continued to buck for more. Finally dragging his tongue back along its length, Adam put his arms underneath and lifted Douglas' legs. "Now keep them up there. He said, dragging the jackal's pants off the end of his feet and spreading them out. Adam moved forward with his knees, sliding out of his own pants as he pressed his exposed cock against the canine's hole. He didn't have his lube on him, it was still with his things, so he wet his palm and stroked himself to lube up. It wasn't like Douglas was a virgin but Adam was a little above average for his size, and the jackal still rocked up as his tip pushed into him.

"AHH!" Douglas hissed and grunted as he felt the penetration. He shivered and leaned back, his body rocking forward and back as the mouse almost greedily pushed himself in deeper.

Adam couldn't reach Douglas' face to kiss him, due to their differences in height he could only hiss lightly and lick as far up as the dog's nipples. He thrust in and could feel Douglas' cock pulse out another bead of precum. Again and again this happened as Adam's cock made a louder wet slapping noise. Both of them began to pant, but neither of them were relenting. Adam lapped at Douglas' shaft. Dragging his tongue from base to tip, hardly losing his momentum as he pushed himself in to the hilt again and again.

Douglas lost it first, he growled and huffed loudly as he released, suddenly exploding in white across his shirt which got onto his neck. Adam narrowly avoided the coating as he leaned back and bucked in harder reaching his own climax. Adam felt his cock slip out, and it drove him over the edge as he came messily between the canid's cheeks. Getting a good two or three shots before pushing himself back in to finish his load. Once the climax finally settled, Adam panted and collapsed mostly on top of Douglas.

"Oh, man... I needed that." Douglas said. "It's been months since I came like that."

"Whew me too." Adam panted, resting his body against Douglas' chest.

"Mister... Rowe?" The voice startled Adam and he turned to see another breed of dog standing in the doorway, his face obscured by a clipboard. Adam quickly composed himself and pulled his pants back on. The dog raised his eyes from the board obviously blushing. "B-Burt Masters of Moving Masters... we were... supposed to be expected?"

"Oh, right." Adam said with a grin. "You've got the right place, come on in."

"Maybe next time you should close the door, sir." The dog said trying to act stern.

"Well, maybe next time you can do that and not stare." Adam teased him back.

It took a good bit of the afternoon for the movers to finish their work, when it was all done, Douglas offered Adam a ride to the studio. The afternoon was burning down hard, but the sun was slowly drifting toward the west, shadows were getting longer as they walked up to the jackal's truck.

"So, that's your plan?" Douglas asked with a bit of a scoff. "That'll be about as unconvincing as you being assigned our tutor in college."

"That one was real." Adam admitted. "Sometimes I just don't have any control over myself." He laughed. "But this one'll require a little... convincing. So, what about the photoshoot manager?"

"Pat's a real hard ass." Douglas answered as they got into the truck and it roared to life. "He's a total perv, and if he wasn't offering so much money I doubt the others would have lasted this long with him." He sighed. "Unfortunately he's a zebra, so you'll probably not get very far with your smell."

"Pheromones... pheromones! There's a huge difference!" Adam exclaimed. "You make it sound like I stink all the time."

"Well, you kind of do. But we're just too horny to think about it much." Douglas teased, sticking his tongue out between his teeth.

"So... this is him?" Pat growled a bit, narrowing his eyes at the mouse who stood before him. He wasn't much larger than Douglas as far as body type, but he was still quite a bit taller than Adam, staring down at him. His lean, built form was easily visible through his clothes and his sharp icy blue eyes were magnified by the intensity of the glasses he wore. He didn't seem impressed by the mouse's stature, though he had changed his clothes and went for a more rugged, hollywood feel with a leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses that clung to the top of his head after he pushed them up, it seemed like the equine wasn't going to give into the idea that Adam too was some sort of an agent. "This is the guy who's going to make my boys see the profit in this little shoot of mine?"

"The profit, and the fun." Adam admitted with a pressed grin. He could tell his pheromones were having a weak, if any effect on the zebra, he had to keep him on his toes, and keep him from realizing the truth behind his trip out here.

"Hmm. You got a lot of brass, you sure you can back it up?"

"Oh, trust me. He's good at what he does."

Adam nodded. "Just give me three days. A little time alone with the boys, and a little time during the shoots without interruptions and I'll have them begging to try out your latest camera, assuming this isn't just for show."

Pat smiled coyly. "Oh, it's real. But the dirtier, the better. The magazine this is for would literally tear out their hair for some fun with our boys."

Adam grinned. "Then I'm your man."

Sliding his sunglasses down over his eyes, Adam followed Pat and Douglas toward the warehouse only a few yards behind Pat's office. Opening the door and being led in, Adam could immediately see his quarry. Four large and lean males in sporting gear doing a variety of things, the lion and the wolf were trading blows with a punching bag in between them. It was a large, empty warehouse with plenty of room for their equipment. As he stepped into the room, he noticed a slim, runner-built fox in nothing but a pair of blue runner shorts making his way around the fake-built track. His thick, bushy tail swishing with each step.

"Boys! Come over for a second I need to introduce you to someone; a friend of Doug's and the one who's going to be working with you for the shoot."

"But... I'm still not sure if this is going to be my thing." The lion said. "I mean, sure regular modeling's fine but this seems a little..."

"We'll discuss that. Now I want you all to introduce yourselves to Adam here."

"Oh, I'm Jack." The lion said with a nodding of his head.

Jack was a powerhouse, obviously the biggest of the lot and Adam didn't think they could get much bigger than Douglas. The tan lion had spots of white at the ends of his snout and his fingertips, and his mane was more red than brown. It draped far behind his back but he kept the front a bit more kempt. He had thick long whiskers that twitched slightly as he spoke, and a pair of rather striking yellow eyes. He had a gold ring around the end of his tail, separating that from the bush that flared out from the end of it, and with his dark green tanktop on Adam could see that his nipple was pierced.

"Harlan." The wolf grunted a bit. He was a snow white wolf with blue eyes. His mane on top of his head was a tuft of white hair that bowed down obstructing some of the view of his eyes with his bangs. His body was shaped much more like a 'V' than Jack's more stocky appearance, and he wore green boarding shorts and no shirt, leaving his fur completely unobstructed around his muscled torso.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Sam." The fox introduced himself politely. He was quite the opposite of Jack or Harlan, having a very lithe body he was a bit closer to Adam's height. His rusty red fur set him apart from the blue shorts he wore and the black markings along his snout were very indicative of his vulpine nature. When he smiled, Adam could see a gold colored tooth inside but he couldn't really tell if it was real gold, or gold plated. It did give a shine when he opened his mouth, but being a model he probably didn't have it open very much.

"Good." Adam said. "Nice--nice to meet you all."

"Pat, what's this all about?" Harlan asked the zebra first. The wolf clamping his claws solidly on Pat's shoulders. "You don't think we have enough talent?" He chuckled slyly.

"Oh, no. It's not that at all. It's... more an individual coaching thing." Adam said shaking his head. "Over the course of the next few hours I take you guys one by one and discuss your modeling techniques, try to get you acquainted with what you're being asked to do."

"So what, like a shrink?" Jack asked.

"No, no." Pat interrupted. "He just wants to help you, that's all. He's one of Doug's friends, you can trust him." Douglas chuckled nervously at that.

"Yeah, trust me. When I'm through with you guys, you'll be more confident in this job." Adam smiled.

The green door was relatively difficult to open, but with a nudge from the lion, Adam practically fell into the dark room. There was a resounding click and the lights of the room came on, sets of low hanging incandescent bulbs in pendulum fixtures wobbled a bit as their luminescence was turned on. A soft hum filtered in the air and the glow cast out on an older set, it was quiet and dark, but Adam worried that his scent might not be very strong in this room. After meeting the boys though, his heart was racing with the concept of getting with the four of them, maybe Douglas too, and Pat if he was interested... after all, a manager who enjoyed and shot all male shoots probably didn't have his eyes on women himself.

"What are we doing here?" Jack asked, observing the lights without even really looking at Adam.

"Practice." Adam said, garnering the lion's attention. "Tell me, what's got you so nervous about doing this shoot for Pat?"

The lion crossed his arms indifferently, his hands sliding around and under the opposing pit. "I dunno. Guess I'm a little self conscious of myself." He said.

Adam had to remain close to Jack, the mouse's tail swished back and forth, curling lightly under his own legs as he stepped over to him. "Well come here for a minute then." He said, practically dragging the lion underneath the low lights. He leaned back and formed a box out of his two hands like he'd seen the directors do behind the scenes of his favorite movies. "Mmhmm... well you see, it's all a matter of lighting and perspective." He dropped a bag from around his shoulder that Pat had given him. "Now, take your shirt off."

"What?" The lion stated stoically.

"Trust me, trust me. I think under this kind of lighting your body is going to throw off the right kind of shadows."

"I don't know..." Jack muttered.

"Look, just take a deep breath and think about it. Alright? Close your eyes." Still hesitating, Jack eventually did as the mouse suggested. "Okay. Good. Now, picture yourself in a room with your friends; Harlan, Sam, and Douglas, all standing around you and doing about the same thing you're doing. Pat and the photographer are behind the lights, you can't see them at all." Adam had to keep so close to Jack that he was practically on top of him. No way he'd be able to get away with this in another sound stage. He'd isolate the others into smaller rooms. Jack reached up and grabbed the sleeves of his tanktop and pulled it up and off.

Adam had to keep from whimpering aloud at the sexy torso the lion now displayed. Cripes this lion was packed, a single silver ring pierced his left nipple and shined in the dull lights, revealing itself through his thick, heavy chest fur. Immediately the mouse wanted to run his claws through it and feel out every muscle, but he had to restrain himself, hiss hold wasn't over the lion just yet. But he was breaking through, as Jack looked somewhat confused at his shirt, as though he didn't really know why he took it off. "Good. Good." Adam said. "I must say that this lighting suits you, Jack."

"It does?"

Adam dared a touch of the lion's muscular figure as he attempted to 'pose' Jack for a moment, pretending to evaluate what he figured to be a monumental beauty already. The glow of the lights poured down his neck and off his pectorals. He could feel that familiar shudder. "Yeah, it's definitely looking good on you. Pat gave me a couple of things you were going to be trying on for the shoot, let's see if they work well under the lights in here."

Slowly, Adam crouched by the bag and unzipped it, extracting a designer jock strap that was made for the shoot. An electric green and neon yellow number that seemed to be completely devoid of much function other than holding your balls up along with a stark black shoulder guard with the numbers six and nine on each shoulder gave Adam the impression this was more than a "mature" photoshoot. He cleared his throat and pulled them out, handing them to Jack. "Go ahead and change, I'll hang here and--" His voice trailed off as the lion tugged his shorts down, revealing a thick and swinging cock that swooped from left to right as Jack stepped out of his shorts. Lost in the moment, Adam took a moment to clear his throat and look away. "Well, you're not very shy." He said.

"Sure I am."

Adam tried to stare at the ceiling for moments at a time as he answered. "You just dropped your cock out in front of me, man. I don't remember that being on the requested list."

He looked back at Jack who was now wearing the overly sexy jock and he shrugged as he fumbled the shoulder guards in his hands. "Well we're both guys, there's nothing to really be nervous about is there?"

"So why don't you do it for the camera?" Adam asked.

Jack shrugged. "I dunno. Guess I shouldn't be so nervous. Hmm?"

Adam grinned a bit. "Pose for me, what would you do now if the camera had you in its sights?"

Jack crouched and sat on one knee, leaning forward he put his other leg forward a bit and put a hand on the floor, making some sort of a half-cocked, overt attempt at a ball hike in football. His ass was fully exposed which made Adam struggle to resist an erection and he immediately failed at. He watched that lion's tail sway and cleared his throat a bit, adjusting his glasses just to make sure they weren't fogging up. "Like this?" Jack asked.

If his pheromones weren't responsible for this, Adam would have suspected Jack had been playing him all this time. He walked forward and gripped his fingers against the ass, watching the lion tail swish and swing around a bit, tapping him lightly on the leg. Jack's ass was firm as a rock, and not quite a bubble butt it was more than enough to get Adam going as he leaned against the crack with the bulge in his pants, but he didn't get much of an objection from him. Clearly he had won Jack over, the lion was practically purring at the groping of his ass.

"What's going on here?" The familiar voice made Adam jump and turn around to see Pat entering the room. Thankfully the light was a little in his eye as he came in and he might not have seen anything.

"Oh, nothing. I was just going through a few--poses with Jack." He said.

"Well you got him in the damn things, that's a lot more progress in an hour than my crew's been able to make in almost two weeks. What's your technique, mouse?"

Adam shrugged. "No real technique involved..." He said as Pat approached. Quickly whispering to Jack "Get up!" the lion slipped from his provocative pose just in time. "Just helping them each deal with their fears of dedicating themselves to the art of erotic photography."

Pat paused and looked the lion over, who slowly looked back down at him. A smirk crossed the zebra's muzzle. "Well I can definitely see we've made the right choice for your outfit." He turned to Adam. "Oh, and Sam's waiting for you in my office, I remembered you said you wanted smaller spaces for their instructions and he was the first to volunteer."

"Really? Well I shouldn't keep the fox waiting." Adam said, looking at Jack. "Okay, head on back out to the main studio, I'm sure they can get some good solo shots in for you."

"Right... thanks for the help, Adam." Jack answered with a slow nod.

The journey back out of the warehouse and across the parking lot was only a good trip to get Adam's heart pounding, Sam was much smaller than the others, and in such a small space like Pat's office, it should prove to be pretty easy to lure him into a little fun.

As he stepped into the office, he noticed the lanky fox sifting through papers on the desk and tapping them into place, inserting them into a file drawer and moving on to the next one. Sam was muttering to himself, and didn't seem to recognize that Adam had come into the room. He turned around and was wearing a pair of small circular dark glasses on his face. "Oh!" He exclaimed, pulling them off. "I didn't expect you back so soon."

Adam closed the door to the office. "Oh really? What is it you were doing in here, anyway?"

"Oh. Ah-organizing." He said, tapping his fingers together. "One thing you get from me, Mister Adam is that I'm a very... very oriented person. I have to have everything in its place at its moment."

"I see." Adam nodded and leaned against the desk, no less than a foot away from the vulpine. "And is that why you're nervous about wearing that?" He asked, nodding his head to the soccer shorts in the box next to the desk. "It doesn't match up with what you need?"

"Well... I guess you can call me a little OCD, but those shorts I was asked to wear hanging around my ass with it hanging out over the top. Sort of a pose you'd find on a bottle of sunscreen. You know? Paw over my mouth, completely innocent."

"But you're not innocent?"

"No, no. It's not that." Sam shook his head. "It's... I can't leave clothes hanging off like that, it drives me up a wall."

"And you can't pull them up in between takes?" The mouse said, leaning closer and grinning.

"I--I can't." The fox answered growing a bit nervous. "They spend an hour getting the pull down just right, I'd ruin the shoot by covering up between the shots."

Adam leaned back, playing his draw in like some sort of a joke. "Well, go ahead, let's try them on and we can see if we can keep your mind off your pants hanging around your little butt."

"I... I guess... turn around then I'll try them on."

Adam nodded and turned around, still seating himself somewhat on the desk as close as he could get. He couldn't smell his own pheromones in the air, but there had to be enough built up in there now to bring down a bear... a really large bear..

"Okay." Sam said and Adam turned around to see that the fox had removed the shirt he'd put on and had donned the black shorts. They were athletic shorts, black with red stripes along the base of each leg and around the waistband. His rust and white colored body was lean, but built like a runner's body. Awkwardly one hand stroked the fur on his other arm. "This okay?"

"Show me how they want you to wear your shorts. We might be able to find a way of keeping your mind off it."

He could see the fox's ears flick a bit. He was nervous, but he seemed compelled to push his paws across the waistband of his shorts. Tugging them down a bit, he revealed very little crotch fuzz as his back trailed down just a bit more, revealing the top cleft of a rather beautiful fox butt. "It's... erm, kind of like this." He said. "But--but it chafes my ass, so I don't really like--" He gasped as Adam lunged himself at Sam, pushing their chests together as best as he could and suddenly leaning him backwards over Pat's desk.

The fox let out a squeak, his ears flattening as Adam's scrawny chest pressed up against him. He pulled up enough for their crotches to push together, and he could feel that Sam was intensely into the idea. He inhaled and exhaled sharply; this was good, it was more of Adam's pheromones for him to inhale. He watched Sam's claws dig into the desk a bit, his arms pushing back to knock the contents of the desk onto the floor behind it. "Maybe we should work on keeping your mind off your ass and my cock in it?" Adam asked abruptly as his fingers tugged against the shorts, feeling the tug of his erection keeping the waistband from pulling down easily. When he did manage to free it, it popped loosely and slapped Sam's stomach. Adam's grin widened a bit as he pushed a paw into the fox's chest and laid him onto the desk. He wrapped his warm tongue and lips around the fox's large erection and sloppily wound his muzzle down it like a corkscrew. "Ad-Adam..." Sam whispered. "What's... ha-happening to me?" He asked, putting a palm against his forehead. "Fe-Feel strange."

Adam enjoyed this; the pheromones hadn't quite taken complete hold on him, that sense of confusion that made his prey question exactly what they were feeling, but they always ended the same way. Adam had unfastened his pants and pulled his cock out already, he pressed it against the fox's hole and heard him gulp and gasp for air. The mouse's scent was too strong in this small space, it had affected Sam much quicker now.

"AHH! F-Fuck!" Sam yelped, kicking a leg as Adam pushed himself abruptly into the pink marking under his tail. "Ahhh!" He threw his hands back further, pushing the rest of the contents off of Pat's desk as Adam thumping into him made the heavy furniture wobble and bump back into the ground.

Sam's grip was almost a death hold on Adam, the fox's arms and legs wrapped around him. It didn't take too long for the two of them to work up a rhythm. After a few minutes, Sam seemed to really be getting into it until he let out a cry and he grunted, coating the two of them in his semen. Adam was so close anyway, the musky aroma from the fox managed to push him over the edge. He felt his shaft slip from the fox's ass and cum began to shoot like a water cannon against the hole as he shuddered and humped against the fur, quickly soaking the fox in his seed at the same time. After a time, Adam grinned and passed a glancing kiss across Sam's white wet muzzle. "Mmm very nice, foxy." Adam said with a grin and a gentle stroke of the fox's cheek. "Why don't you clean up here and we'll meet in the main warehouse here in a couple hours? I've got to visit Harlan still before I can call it a day. Will you wait for me? Keep those shorts half down your ass for me?"

"Y-yes... I will." Sam said with a blush as he slid off the desk and began the search for his shorts and to clean the office from their fun.

Stepping through the office door, Adam found himself standing face-to-stomach with a familiar looking black vest and white t-shirt. He looked up to see that the black and white pattern continued up Pat's neck as he looked down with a strange combination of shock and suspicion that even Adam couldn't describe. "You know, I've heard of the ability to distract hunters by a pheromone, but I thought it was all bull... what are you doing to my boys?"

Adam grinned a bit; he admitted to himself it was somewhat cheeky to be so confident toward someone who was practically unaffected by his scent, but he had a few suspicions about the equine that he just had to try out. Abruptly, he pushed Pat back a couple of steps, making him fall into the rolling chair that clattered against his assistant's desk. He grunted and looked back at Adam who was already directly in his face, a finger sliding along that prominent bulge the zebra sported. "Oh, not doing anything I wasn't asked to do, boss man." Adam teased, firming his grip near the end of that equine cock and squeezing a bit. "Your boys are going to be ready for the cameras in a couple hours, what is it you're so worried about?"

Pat nickered nervously, his chest expanding and falling quickly as Adam's hand made a bold move down his shorts to feel the contents unabashedly. "B-but I'm not...mmph!" He was interrupted by Adam's muzzle locking his into a long, deep kiss. Adam's hand dipped further down into Pat's trousers and grabbed the balls underneath.

"Maybe you are and you just can't admit it to yourself." Adam said as he tugged and pulled the zebra's shorts straight down and off. "I don't need a pheromone to say you get off on wanting these guys to pose for you."

Pat's silence was enough, his massive erection was enough to convince Adam that he was really into the domination. He dug his muzzle underneath Pat's balls, rocking him back in his chair and making him almost kick to catch himself. Adam's tongue found the warm spot between Pat's cheeks, his tongue could taste that it was clean; cleaner than most straight men would have you think. He gasped and clutched the chair. "Ahh! Wh-what are you--?"

"If you think I'm going to let you sit there and question my ass, I think you've got another thing coming." Adam said, pushing up his glasses and thrusting his tongue again into the warm crevice. He heard Pat yelp and pant, nearly falling back again from the surprise tongue in his ass.

"Oh g-gahd..." Pat grunted as he felt the tongue slip between his crack, push into his hole and move around. He could feel his cock twitch and bounce at the unconstrained access to his anus as Adam firmed his grip. Digging his fingers firmly into the zebra's flank while his other hand held the cock away some before resting it against his head. Adam adjusted his glasses and massaged the cheeks apart, slowing his licks, making each tongue lap count as it pushed past the muscle and made Pat twitch. Along with his tongue, Adam began to drag his free finger into the hole, helping to stretch it out, while he admitted prey species weren't always his tastes though, Adam couldn't help but feel his cock straining against his pants again. "Tha-that is... hrm... ahhhh..." The culmination of noises the zebra produced amused Adam as he continued to prod and tease Pat, hearing the chair click lightly as it rocked back and forth, almost to the point it was ready to fall right off the base of the chair. It was a matter of seconds before he let out a long, strained grunt as his body shook and his cock shot cum like a fountain. It rained down on Adam some, as he leaned back and licked the throbbing shaft as it exploded. As the pulses calmed down he smiled and adjusted his glasses some.

"Well then, someone was pretty pent up there." He said with a grin. "Think you'd be up for another round?"

"Y-you kididng? That was amazing... I'd be ready for anything you can throw at me..." He panted.

"When Sam's done cleaning up your office, go over to the warehouse, I just have to go meet with Harlan and meet up with you."

"What about Douglas?"

Adam grinned a bit. "Oh he's in on this." He admitted. "Just pass him a wink when you go in and I'll be down as soon as I'm done."

"Harlan?" Adam asked as he walked around toward the back of the warehouse. He knew that the wolf had a trailer on the other side, unlike the others, Harlan was known as a really successful athlete, though he'd retired from the game two years before, he was still no more than ten years older than the rest of the crew. He had a small camper trailer that he had hitched to a small red pickup truck parked away from the cameras the lights. He knocked on the metal door. "Hey, Harlan are you in there?"

"No, go away." The voice barked gruffly back at Adam.

"Come on, I'm only trying to help..."

His voice stopped as the door suddenly swung open and a very irritated looking wolf glared at him from inside the portal. "You really think you can help me with this?!" He exclaimed, producing what looked like a sport cup with a gasket on it instead of a strap that goes around the waist. The holes in it made it clear what it really was, he groaned and turned around storming back into the trailer, allowing Adam to follow.

The inside of the trailer was fairly empty and clean, there was plenty of room for Adam to stretch out, but he could see Harlan ducking his head down slightly as he made his way toward the back of it. The carpet was a tan plush one while most of the furniture was either a brown leather or red velour fabric that made Adam's fingers tingle as he touched it. "So what's that you're supposed to be modeling?" He asked.

"This, really weird contraption is a designer cup." He said. "Except it's supposed to sort of suction to your junk. They want me to wear this, only this with a damn skater helmet and nothing else. What am I supposed to do about that?"

Adam chuckled a bit. "Well that's easy... you... push it against your crotch, it sticks and you pose for the camera."

Harlan was already shaking his head as if to clear a little haze from it. It was moving effecting him faster. All of Adam's recent fucking and indulging in his pheromones had really increased his output. There was no way the wolf could resist this for long. He watched the male's sleek, thick body as he strode around shirtless in the trailer, it was a shame he had a pair of jeans on to cover him up. Then it hit him to why he was so against the idea of posing for the camera. "You're afraid of being seen naked, aren't you?"

"What?" The wolf's left ear perked straight up while the other drooped to the side, Harlan looked at Adam and sighed. "Don't be ridiculous." He said, tossing the cup to the floor. "I just hate the idea of wearing that damn thing."

Adam knew he had to play this one a little more gently. He didn't want to give Harlan a mental conflict with his pheromones, it would risk exposing his secret early. "Oh come on, it's not that bad." Adam said picking it up and looking it over. "I mean, so what if you have to strip naked to use it, it's mostly for show than tell anyway, right?"

Harlan sighed, drumming his fingers on his arms as he crossed them. "Yeah, I guess. But that's what makes this more ridiculous. Why do I have to strip to show off a product that's probably never going to be used?"

"Maybe to show people you're not afraid to show a little fur?" Adam asked, handing the cup over dangling from one finger. "You should show me what you've got."

"You? Why would I want to show you?"

"Maybe for some assurance that you've got one of the hottest bodies in town?" Adam shrugged.

"Tsh. I'm not falling for that one." Harlan said, snatching the cup away and dumping himself into his couch. He grabbed the remote and clicked it, turning the television on.

"Come on. You're only putting it off." Adam insisted, taking the controller and clicking it off, then boldly settling into Harlan's lap.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Harlan asked.

"Trying to keep your mind off it." Adam said with a grin. "The whole getting naked thing isn't that big of a deal, is it?" He pressed his crotch against the bulge in the wolf's pants, making him shift uncomfortably for a moment.

He could feel the man shake under his lap, he could hear the wolf's heart beating faster. He was definitely getting a lungful of mouse pheromones, and he was writhing at the temptation to just grab Adam and take him. While mostly a top, Adam probably wouldn't have minded, except the sudden loud rapping of someone knocking on the door jarred them both back to reality.

"Mister Wolf! Ten minutes to shoot!" Someone shouted through the door, and then his footsteps stormed away.

"Perfect timing." Adam groaned a bit, resting his paws on Harlan's shoulders and grinning at him. "Think you'll do it?" He asked.

"I dunno, maybe." The wolf said. "Go ahead back to the studio. I'll be there in a few minutes one way or the other."

"Well. One way will probably get you fired." Adam warned. "The other way might be a little more fun." He grinned, poking the wolf's nose as he slid off Harlan's lap. "Think about it, will you?"

Harlan could do little more than let out a slightly nervous chuckle as Adam started toward the door and stepped outside.

Adam had managed to get three steps from the trailer before he was grabbed from behind and practically thrown against it. The predator's tongue slid wetly along the mouse's cheek as his claws dragged down to grab his crotch. "C-can't resist..." He whispered as his claws dug into the back of Adam's trousers and tugged down, a warm wet cock pushed up against his tail and pushed down urgently against his hole. There was no way Adam could take this so suddenly, but he enjoyed the occasional domination. He was still in control, he was influencing the wolf into just losing himself in this lust. Harlan growled and inhaled loudly as his snout grazed the mouse's white shoulder and he bit his neck as he pushed his thick shaft in.

"Nnnh!" Adam grunted, his cock practically breaking through his fly as his hands slapped against the metal shell of the trailer. "Fuck!" He grunted as he then pushed his own weight back, defying the wolf's firm grip on him. Adam's tail swept around and wrapped around Harlan's waist as the wolf plunged into him. "You let me get three steps away--nngh!" Adam grunted again. "That's three steps further than you should have."

"S-sorry..." The wolf growled a bit, pulling himself back to the tip before plunging in again and lifting Adam off the ground. "Had to have time to get my p-pants off....ahhhh!" His claws were digging in deeper and Adam was reveling in the lust. He slowed his pacing down a bit, but Adam wouldn't let him, he growled and grunted before breathing heavily to a climax "AAHHHROOOOOO!" He let out a bellowing howl that echoed across the entire lot for as long as his lungs could carry it. A surge of warmth flooded Adam's insides and began to drain down his legs into his pants as he felt the wolf thrust against him again and again until he was sated and almost collapsed onto him. "Nnngh... fuck..." He panted as his surges began to taper off some and slowly, his dripping shaft fell from the mouse.

"Guessing you've gotten over your shyness." Adam said with a grin before kissing the wolf on the lips. "Now to take my soggy ass over to the studio, you coming?"

"You're... going like that?" Harlan asked, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

"Sure. Now put that cup on and come join." Adam said as he turned away and continued toward the warehouse.

"Holy shit what did you do?!" Douglas exclaimed as he bolted from the warehouse door to meet the mouse.

Adam walked with Douglas toward the warehouse and he looked inside; the sight, by all means of the word was quite lewd. Jack lay on the floor with his torso against the ground and his ass in the air while Pat dragged his tongue through the lion's exposed ass, digging his snout in deeper while the lion's tail gently tucked around his head. If that wasn't enough, Sam, still clad in his sport shorts had his cock out and was busy underneath, dragging it along the feline shaft as their shafts dripped and drained precum on top of him. The sight made Adam's pants tighten as he watched.

"What did they get to the fun before us?" Harlan's voice came from behind Douglas as he entered the room and put his arms around them, wearing nothing but his cup and helmet.

Douglas grinned at Adam, then dragged a finger along the cup. "I don't think you'll be needing this for long." He teased as the wolf tugged the two of them toward the rest of their party. It took a bit of a struggle, but Adam finally managed to pull the zebra off his prized lion ass and settle in place behind him. The mouse's fingers dragged lines across the cat's smooth furry hips as he dragged his cock in between like a hot dog. Jack looked back at him, the look of a real begging in his eyes as Douglas grabbed Pat and pulled him into a kiss, running his dog cock along the zebra's exposed ass as they sank to the floor. The wolf readying himself to have a turn with the jackal with a big canid tongue dragging along his teeth lustily as he got hard again.

"What can I say?" Adam grinned at the lion as he pressed the tip of his cock against Jack's hole. "Guess I'm a model of influence."

THE END