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It's been one month since Fletcher played his piano and I danced along with him. After that, our lives weren't the same. People recognized us as we walked down the street or went into a store or pretty much anywhere in this small town. Everyone knew the names of Toby Tiger and Fletcher McAlister. However, we still kept our daily routines as normal as possible. I went to the bar every day and hooked up with someone. I got paid and laid had had fun with it. Just today, I was at the home of a skunk who had issues with his boyfriend as he believed he had been cheating on him. Normally, I wouldn't fuck anyone who's taken, but he paid me and said he wanted to. So I did. Currently, I rest in my cruddy apartment and wondering what would've happened had that night at Meat Grill never happened. Me and Fletcher probably wouldn't be really good friends. I wouldn't have gotten paid a little from the performance, which I spent a little on the monthly rent and a little on more condoms and lube. My thoughts even keep turning to the purple shorts which made me stand out more. They rest comfortably on my waist, keeping my sheath covered and certain stripes of my hips and ass exposed. Usually, I'd enjoy being naked in my own place, letting everything be exposed. I still like to dream of someone coming into my apartment with a wandering eye of some sorts. I get up and walk around the place a little bit. Deciding why not, I take off my purple shorts, fold them up nicely and put them on the table. I take a seat and eat some granola bars. My stomach has been growling a bit lately. Despite the neutral feeling I have right now, I smile anyways. I lean back and suddenly a feeling grows in my chest. It's one I've had before. It's one of affection. I love to have sex with people and it's very fun, but every now and then, I need to just curl with someone and cuddle them and maybe even kiss them. I think back to Fletcher, the brown fox I met a month ago. Whenever I kissed him, he kissed back but not out of playfulness, with something more. Love. Care. We've gone on a couple more dates after the Meat Grill show and they all turned out perfect. Once, we went to have a picnic and we ended up cuddling after we were full. It felt good to have him up against my body, his muzzle buried in my chest and my fingers petting his back and stroking his soft tail. I wrap my arms around myself just thinking about it. I saw Fletcher yesterday at the grocery store. He didn't have much time to talk, but he did give me a quick kiss and that got me through the rest of the day just fine. I wouldn't say I'm in love with Fletcher, exactly, but I'll just say that when it comes to me and him, I'm just happy he'll always have my back. Ok, maybe I do like him a little. But even if we were dating as boyfriend and boyfriend, I'm still a hooker at the end of the day. I don't know if he'd enjoy me having sex with other guys while I'm his mate. I think about calling him, but I decide not to. At least, not now. I still need to talk to him about the whole stripper thing. I decide to get a shower because they help my clear my thoughts. I go into the bathroom and turn on the hot water. Steam fills up the room and the mirror quickly. I grab my body wash and lather it all over my body, making sure to scrub my ass, underarms and in between my legs. When I'm done, I dry off and head back into the main room. As I'm imagining Fletcher giving me an ass massage, I look at the ground and see an envelope sitting on the floor. Someone must've came by and slid it under my door. Curious, I pick it up and see who it's from. Some guy named Samuel, no last name on here. The address is to Toby Tiger. I open it up and see the contents: a letter to me from someone I don't even know. I sit down at the table and read through it.

Dear Toby, My name is Samuel M. Roderick. I am a skunk-slash-wolf hybrid. I'm sure you're pretty nervous or anxious about this letter and my name since you've never heard of me. But I assure you that I am a good man. I also know who you are because I saw your performance with that fox, Fletcher McAlister, last month at Meat Grill. I know that you're a prostitute and that you enjoy it. I'm not asking you to have sex with me, I'm married to the most handsome man ever, but I wanted to ask if you wanted to take another step in your prostitute life. What I'm offering is that you come by to the address below anytime you feel like where you'll be able to be who are for more than what you're getting paid now. If you choose to do this, you'll not only get to stay what you are, but you'll also make more money and have a happier life. Like I said, it's all up to you, but I really hope that you end up doing this. Sincerely, Sam

I put the letter down and think. Another step forward. That could mean a lot of things right now. What could I possibly be doing that could leave me as it is while also getting paid more? I decide to finally call Fletcher after a while of not talking to him. I pull out that yellow index card with his phone number on it and dial it. While it rings, I'm calming by breath down and trying to keep that smile on. "Hello?" That beautiful, familiar, and deep voice fills my ears and I'm all full of happiness. "Hi," I say. "It's Toby." "Aww hi, Kitty. It's been a while." "I know." We catch up on each other's lives. I'm doing great, I've never been better, I still fuck people every day, still in this crappy apartment and I wish I wasn't so lonely. Fletcher, on the other hand, has had a dramatic change in his life. His friends at work ask him if he's gay all the time and if he's dating that tiger who danced for him in that song. "Well, I'm glad you're having an awesome life, foxy. Actually..." Things are about to get serious for me. "... I wanted to ask you about that." "Oh really?" "Yeah." I tell him that ever since him and I met, I've been feeling something that I haven't in a long time. "I really like you Fletcher. I mean, I like like you." "I like you too," he says. "But, I've been nervous to ask you if you and I should... you know... be... boyfriends?" "I know. I would love to be your boyfriend." When he says that, I almost swoon and pass out. My heart just jumps for joy and I just wish someone were here so I could kiss him. My tail swishes and I use my free arm to hug myself. "You still want to... you know... be a prostitute?" I forgot about that. "Would you hate me if I still was?" I hear him breath heavily on the other end. "No." He says in a defeated tone. "I honestly wouldn't. You like to have sex with other guys, I get that. Nothing that I ever say or do should ever stop you from doing the things you love." I ask him if he's sure he's ok with that. Usually it's considered cheating if someone in a relationship has sex with someone else. But Fletcher just says, "I insist. I want you to stay being a slut. It's what you love and I love you for that. Just promise me one thing?" "Sure." "Stay safe, ok?" I promised. While I'm on the phone, I think about that letter I've got. I don't have internet here, but Fletcher might, if he has access to an internet device. I ask if he has internet and he says yes he does. I tell him to look up who Samuel M. Roderick is. While I'm waiting, I put the phone on speaker and pace the room. I have no idea how my foxy's going to react, then again, I don't know how I'm going to react. All I know is that if Sam knows who I am, then he has to live somewhere in this city. "Found him." "Really?" I ask. "Who is he?" "He's a porn director." I did not see that one coming. "He won a couple of awards from his filmography skills on a few pornos that I've never heard of." So, it looks like a porn director wants me to come to some address. But why? And why me? Did one of my past customers happen to know him and recommend me? I tell Fletcher my thoughts and recite the letter to him. "Sounds like he wants to make you a porn star. I don't blame him. You were pretty amazing in bed." Thoughts of when we first had sex reenter my mind and it gets me aroused. My sheath swells a little so I rub it. "Yeah? Well, you were damned good too," I say. "What do you think I should do?" "I think you should go down there tomorrow and see what's up. If you want, you can become a porn star. But there's one thing I don't want you to do: ask me if you should. This should be your decision not mine. When you make your choice, promise me you're going to not think about me." "I promise." After another while of small talk, I hang up and lie back down on the couch. It has never crossed my mind to ever become a porn star. Maybe because it's my fear of public intercourse. Then again, Sam did mention that it would pay a little more than I make right now. I could actually be able to move out of this crappy apartment and go live in an actual house or something. Either way, I'm definitely considering this. At my current pay, I make just enough to pay the rent and get just enough pop-tarts to last me the week. I stare at the ceiling until sleep consumes me and I'm knocked out. My dreams are full of Fletcher, our song and dance routine, and having sex with a bear on camera. I have no idea if that's what it's going to be like, but I'm sure that no matter what, I'm going to enjoy it at some extent and dislike it at some extent. When I wake up, it's Saturday, the day I normally take off but Fletcher insisted that I go down to that address and see what it is that Sam wants. No doubt he wants to film be pounding the shit out of other guys, but I'm allowed to have some say in this too. I get up, go over to the cupboards and grab some grape flavored pop-tarts. I would much rather spend the day with Fletcher; cuddling him, kissing him, and maybe blowing him a little, but I have to do what I have to do. I grab another shower to get any morning smell off of me. I'm so lost in thought by the hot water that I almost forget that I'm in a shower. I turn the water off and step in front of the mirror. For some reason, I haven't been able to look at myself the same way lately. Maybe I'm just having a bad week, but I haven't had any bad days, really. I put on my purple shorts and turn around. The stripped holes in the back expose half my orange and black ass. Even my pink tail hole shows a little. I give myself a little smack on the ass, deciding that I don't want to have a bad day. "Looks like the slut is going to be a porn star," I say to myself. "Maybe you'll do so good, you'll earn a couple spanks." The thought of my ass turning red turns me on a little bit, so my sheath swells and my cock slowly slips out. I reach into my shorts and grasp my shaft, starting to move it back and forth with a little moan in my voice. "You just can't wait to pound someone, huh? That slutty mind picturing guys just lining up to be filled by your fucking seed? I bet you're going to make someone moan, huh? What's that? You want to moan yourself? Turn around and let's see that ass." I turn around and lean against the wall, my fingers jerking me faster. I use my other paw to smack my raised up rump. "Mmmmm, you love this, don't you?" I nod and spank myself again, my climax starting to build up like construction. "Yeah? I'll bet you do you slutty kitten. Such a nice, spankable ass you've got there. I'll bet you just want it red, don't you? Yeah?" I spank myself hard a few times, my mind imagining it turning redder and redder. "You just want to bend over for guys and let them smack you until you moan and whine and beg like a little bitch, don't you?!" My cock starts to dribble pre and I start humping my hand a little, wanting the great feeling of orgasming. "Yeah? You slutty, slutty BITCH!!!" I clench my teeth and start to growl a little into my voice. My load coming closer and closer, I feel it almost right at my tip. "I WILL MAKE YOUR ASS REDDER THAN THE SUN AND YOU WILL FUCKING LOVE IT!!!!!" I growl louder as stream after stream of kitty cum squirts out and lands on the wall and floor. I quickly take a rag and clean it up. I exit the bathroom and sit on the couch, wrapping myself in a blanket. My cock still somewhat erect, I wrap my fingers around it again and slowly stroke it as the bliss of cumming takes me. I take a pillow and wrap it in my arms, wishing it was Fletcher. I even give it a few embarrassing kisses before I drift off again. But this time, I don't let sleep win. I keep my head rested before I get up after an hour. I look at the clock and see that it's a couple minutes before ten. I toss the blanket off of me and look down to see I'm still in my purple shorts. It turns out that it's ok for me to wear only that in public; as long as I'm not naked, I'm good. I find the letter that Sam gave to me yesterday while I was in the shower and look down at the address. I grab my keys and head out the door. I take the elevator down because I'm feeling lazy today and it opens up at the lobby. I pass by the lady at the front desk and head out onto the street. It's a little windy today, but the sun is shining and the sky isn't overcast. I walk down the street, doing my best to pull up a map of the city in my mind. From the way I picture it, Sam's address isn't very far away. Just a couple streets over. I walk past a Speedway and a Wal-Mart on the way there. The people who are bustling about take a second to look at me. I think they even a few whisper my name and mention the dance routine I did. I eventually find the place Sam wrote down. It's a five-floor high building that doesn't really look used at all. But I head inside anyways, wondering what's going to happen next. The lobby in this place looks bright with white. White floor, ceiling, walls, desk; even the uniforms people wear here are white. A wolf sits at a computer behind the front desk. I walk up to him and I manage to get his attention. He asks what I want and I say, "I'm Toby Tiger. Someone named Sam said I should come here." His ears perk up immediately and he takes his eyes off the computer screen. His big blue eyes look at mine for a second before he gets up and smiles. "Right this way, Toby." The wolf (no name tag to be found) guides me down the hall and onto an elevator. He presses the three button and the doors close. As we go up, hearing the creaking of the machinery, the wolf looks over at me and says, "You know, Sam has been talking about you ever since that performance." "Yeah?" I ask. "What kind of things does he ask?" "Is he a prostitute? Is he single? What's he like? How long has he been a dancer? Stuff like that. He's really excited to see you." "I see." The doors open and the wolf leads me down a few corridors and to a door that's labeled "Recording Studio". He opens the door and motions for me to go inside. I walk in and close the door behind me. The place is a little dark except for a few stage lights and what appears to be a classroom-like stage in the corner. Sitting at a desk with a bunch of a computers is what looks like a wolf frame, but his fur looks a little bit like a skunk. I walk a few paces quietly so I don't startle him. I think he's already expecting me anyways. I clear my throat and begin to speak. "Hello?" The wolf/skunk turns around in his chair. He has a memory chip in between his fingers. He sets it down and a smile grows on his face. "Toby Tiger. I never thought you'd actually answer my letter," he says. His voice is a bit high and a bit husky. He gets up from his chair and walks to me. His height is ok, he just come up to my shoulders. He stands on his tip-toes and plants his lips on my cheek. I blush and I'm about to say something when he sees my nervousness and giggles. "It's ok. Here, I encourage friendly displays of affection. You'll get used to that around here. Have a seat." I sit down at his desk and he returns back to his seat. "So, I'm guessing you already know why I wanted to see you." "You want to make me a porn star." I say it and when I do, no sign of surprise comes across his face. This means that Fletcher was totally right. "Yes, I do." Sam doesn't deny it. "But why me?" "Because, honestly, you're cute and I think you'll fit in great here. Plus, you still get to do what you love most, have sex and get paid for it. You'll just get paid a lot more for it." I explain that while I love sex, I'm not comfortable with being on camera for it. "I understand. A few people I work with had stage fright when they first started." "I don't have stage fright," I say. "I'm scared of public sex." "I get it. You've never been filmed on camera doing it and I get it. Which is why I usually give my clients these." Sam opens a drawer and hands me a piece of paper and a packet. He points at the packet first. "If you decide to do this, this is just a questionnaire. It asks what you prefer during sex, what turns you on, turns you off; it basically helps me determine who you should have sex with and find a good match." Then he points at the paper. "This is just a consent form. It also says that if you want, you can try this out first before it's official." I ask him what he means. "Simply put, I'll film you having sex with someone, edit it a little and let you see it before I ever post it anywhere. If you agree to work with me, I'll post it, if not, I'll delete it forever and you don't have to worry." I look at the papers. He clicks open a pen and pushes it across the desk to me. I pick it up, but thinking about not doing it. It's a bit too soon. Then I think about Fletcher, breaking my promise, and repeat his words. Do what I love. What do I love? Fucking other guys for pleasure. With no regrets now, I read and sign the consent form/practice paper and hand it back to him. A smile grows on his face as he takes the page and gets up. "I'm so happy you did this. You won't regret it, Toby. I'll leave you alone to fill out the questionnaire while I go get things ready for you to practice." Sam walks out and leaves the room. My eyes then turn to the questionnaire. I look to the last page and see there's not that many questions. I flip back to the first page and start. Question: What's my full legal name? Answer: Toby Spencer Tiger. Question: Do you desire a porn name and if so, what? Answer: No, my name Toby Tiger is good enough. Question: Do you prefer being a top, a bottom, or both? Answer: I would prefer being a top. These questions are actually pretty easy. It asks what turns me on. I list quite a few stuff, but I make sure spanking is circled so it stands out more. It asks for my age, 22; if I've ever been drunk or been high, no; have I had sex with other men, yes; if I had had sex with other women, no I'm 100% gay. Am I into BDSM? I don't mind if the person I'm fucking is tied down a little, but not to a fearful extent. Do I prefer bareback or protected sex? I love bareback even more than I do condoms. What's your position on oral? I love getting sucked but I also like to suck others too. The last page is full of vague answers and mainly have to do with STD. Do I have HIV? Do I have AIDS? DO I have any other sort of STDs? Have I ever had any STDs and have bene cured? All of which are the same answer: no. I almost mention that I get blood testing usually on every Sunday morning. They're free, but that's probably because the medication you have to take if you do have STDs are expensive. I finish up the questionnaire in a half-hour's time and I put the pen down. As I wait for Sam to come back, I look around this room. Mostly the studio with the school setting. It looks like a TV set, but it's not. A few school desks and the teacher's desk with a chalkboard behind that. The door, which probably doesn't lead out of this room, sits on the back wall next to the teacher's desk. I wonder what Sam will make me do during the practice and if it involves that. Sam eventually comes back in with a younger-looking coyote who's fully-clothed. The two approach me. I hand him the filled-out questionnaire and he says, "Toby, this is Michael. Michael, this is a newcomer, Toby Tiger." Michael holds a paw out and I shake it. His fingers seem to be trembling a little bit; probably as nervous as I am. "Hello," I say. "Hi." I can barely hear his voice. I look to Sam who just explains that he's just shy. When I ask him why that is, he pulls me aside until we're in the school room scene. He stands on his tip-toes again and whispers into my ear. "He's only 17," Sam says. My eyes widen in shock and I grab onto one of the desks so I know where they are. Only 17? I'm 22! How can the two of us fuck if he's a minor? How long has he been doing this? "I can't have sex with a minor," I say, worry fills my voice. "How long has he been doing this? Are his parents ok with this?" "I can explain," Sam says. And he does. He says that six months ago, Michael was disowned by his parents for being gay. After living on the streets for a few days, he stumbled upon Samuel and he took him in. He found out what Sam does for a living after a month and he asked if he could do that stuff. "I tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted. He's bene doing this for four and a half months. Trust me, he wants to have you screw him over. Just look at him..." We glance over at the coyote, whose cheeks are red and his tail is drooping. "Just give him a chance. Please?" He looks at me with pleading eyes, one of my weaknesses. I roll my eyes and I know I might regret it, but I agree to. "Awesome! I'll go get my camera and some clothes and I'll get you guys started." Sam leaves the room leaving me with Michael. He slowly walks up and stops in front of me. "Hi." He says it again, a little louder this time but still a little shy. I reach out and caress his arm. He tenses a little bit but starts to lean into my touch. "Hey," I say. "You don't have to be afraid of me." "I'm not. Believe me, I love to get pounded. I guess... I'm not as good with strangers." "Well, I used to be that way to. Now, it's as easy as pie." I put my paws on his shoulders and slowly pull him in until we're hugging. A feeling that I could've used last night; but I guess it's better late than never. Sam comes in later with some clothes on hangers. "Well, I see you two have bonded some," Sam says. He hands us the clothes and tells us to go get changed in them so we can practice how I'll be on camera. We leave the room and Sam guides us into separate dressing rooms. I lock the door and look around. It's a small room, all white of course. A bench sits on the right along with a bar for hanging clothes in front of me. Keeping my purple shorts on, I sort through the clothes that Sam gave me. I first put on the white buttoned-up shirt with a breast pocket. Next it a pair of smooth black pants. I put those on, along with some socks with some pretty blue and green stripes. Last is the pair of shoes that just fits my feet perfectly. I can't recall the last time I've ever been fully clothed. It was probably during the winter when I wasn't able to, but it's the middle of July. I leave the room and head back into the school scene room. Sam has a professional-looking camera in his paws and Michael sits on one of the desks. The young coyote wears a skater shirt and jeans. Sam looks over at me and smiles. He walks up to me and reaches up and puts a pair of glasses on my face. "To really spice up the teacher look," he describes why. Sam tells us what he's going to film. Michael's supposed to act like a student who is failing his math class while I'm supposed to "comfort" him. After a while, Sam says that we need to build up sexual desire and eventually start fucking. "Sound ok to you?" Michael immediately nods while I'm reluctant, but I do say yes. "Remember you two, have fun," Sam says. As he gets his camera ready, I sit down at the teacher's desk while Michael goes over and stands at the door. I look down and see a bunch of papers with answers on it. Tests. I guess I'm supposed to "grade" those. "You both ready?" "Yes," I say. Michael does too. "Ok. Rolling." I pick up the red pen that sits on the desk and I start skimming through the answers on the "tests". An answer key sheet sits right next to me. I mark off wrong answers and eventually score them up to give the final percentage. I go through a couple easily. When I'm on test number seven, the door knocks and I already know who it is. "Come in!" I say. Michael opens the door with a skateboard in paw. "Hey, Mike, what's up?" "Nothing. I just wanted to come here to ask you something?" I perk up my ears and turn my chair towards him. "What is it?" "Well," Michael takes a seat at one of the desks and rolls his skateboard to the side. "It's about my Calculus grade. You see, I just struggle with it sometimes and it doesn't help that we're learning something new." I try to recall some of the things I learned back in Calculus. While I wasn't the best, I wasn't the worst either. "What're you having problems with?" I ask. "Is it derivatives? U-substitution? Slope? What's the problem?" "Um... I keep getting distracted." My arousal starts here. I can already feel my sheath swelling and my cock starting to slip out and grow. I ask him to tell me more. "I guess it's that a certain someone has my eye in this class." My dick is at full length, craving attention. Not yet, I think to myself. "Yeah? Who?" Michael gets up from his seat and I get up just to sit down on the desk. He stands in front of me and starts to snake his paws around my back. "You," he says. I hug him back and pull him in close. Our muzzles touch and I'm immediately thrown back the memories of me fucking other guys, only making me hornier. I slip my tongue into his muzzle and hug him tight. His tries to fight back but I win that battle. My paws crawl down his back and come to rest on his ass cheeks. I give him a little pinch and start fondling them. Michael yips a little but keeps his lips against mine. So many noises happen during our kissing; murring, purring, moans, saliva exchange, the sound of Michael's pants getting pulled down when I unbutton them. They drop to the floor and I start to rub his crotch. His paws move to my front and he rubs my stomach. Being a naughty kitty, I slip a paw into his boxers, which I have yet to look at, and rub his swollen sheath and already hard cock. I think it's about five good inches. Michael shudders a little but he lets me touch him. I get up from the desk and pin Michael against the chalkboard, my breathing heavier. I take off my pants and my briefs, revealing my seven-inches. As I start to unbutton my shirt, I kiss him roughly again, exploring his muzzle and wishing there was a way to kiss deeper. I toss my clothes to the side and put my paws on either side of him, trapping him. I hear Sam move with the camera but I don't listen to that. "So, tell me," I say as I start to take off his shirt. "Have you always had a thing for... kittens?" "Yes," Michael says. "Tell me more," I giggle. I rub his chest and slowly lean forward until my lips press against his neck. His muscles tense up and shiver at my touch but he murrs at the neck kisses. "They're cute," he whimpers. "Like you." I take the compliment as is. I run my paw down his belly. The further south I go, the more Michael gasps and shudders until my fingers find his cock and he lets out a small yip and moan. They stroke him, tossing him off and making him moan. I get down on my knees so that his cock is right in front of my face. I toss him off at a decent pace, loving the sounds of his heavy breathy and shivering. After jerking off his meat, I decide to take it into my mouth, one inch at a time. I immediately start sucking him off and he throws his head back and moans loud. He fits his dick into my mouth all the way and I start bobbing my head back and forth. One of my naughty paws takes ahold of his sack and starts to fondle it, making Michael shudder some. I plant several kisses on his shaft, a couple on his balls, more on his sheath, and a few on his inner thighs; all while pawing him off more. He reenters my mouth and I use my tongue to really lap on it. "You're good at this." Michael breaths the words more than he says them. His fingers find my ears and they end up petting him. His palm finds the back of my head, guiding me on and off of his cock. When I deep-throat him, he pushes his hips forward a little, sending his cock into my throat a little. As I pull up and send my mouth back down on it, his hips give an occasional buck. I soon adapt so I don't choke on him. I can sense his organ becoming super sensitive because when I take his cock out of my mouth and use two of my fingers to tease his tip, he shudders and gives out a whine. "Is cute coyote going to cum?" I ask in my sexy voice. He nods and I suck him again. The salty taste of precum hits my taste buds fast. At this point, Michael puts both paws on the back of my head and fucks my mouth, shoving it down my throat as much as he can. I continue to suck on his meat, despite of the hot face-fucking. I grope his ass and he lets out a little howl before shooting his load in my mouth. So many thick, heavy, salty streams of coyote cum gets sent down my gullet and into my stomach. I take his dick out, licking my lips to get any excess off and stand back up. "Wow. You're very good at that," Michael says. I blush a little. "Thanks you. Now it's your turn." At first I'm scared he'll freak out, but he doesn't. Michael gets on his knees while I sit back in the leather chair, slightly pawing off until Michael takes over for me. I lean back and rest my head in my paws, letting him work his magic. His fingers feel really good on my cock, stroking it very nice indeed. He makes me smile when he gives my shaft a few kisses. His muzzle opens up and he covers it up. He leans down to get a few inches into him before he starts to suck my dick. I close my eyes and let Michael blow me. I imagine a few fantasies of him bending over and showing me his ass before I ram it hard. I can almost feel how tight it is already except that's just his mouth. The thought of pleasure of tightness makes me inch my hips forward just a little, urging Michael to suck even more of me off. He gets the message. He slowly eases down inch by inch; the sudden warmth making me shiver and moan a little. When he has all seven in and his wet nose tickles my pubic fur, he sucks on me harder, the little coyote seeming to be begging for my cum. "Suck me, coyote," I whisper. I don't know if he can hear it, but I'm sure he does. I open my eyes and look down at him. He's enjoying himself with my thick cock in his mouth. I reach a paw down and pet his head. "You're such a good little sucker, you know that?" Michael mumbles something but I don't catch it. He's too busy lapping at my shaft. "Well, you are. I bet you like how I taste, don't you?" He nods as he suckles on my tip. "Yeah? You like cock." He nods again. I shove my hips forward a little, burying all my meat in his mouth. "Yeah? You want this big cock up your ass?" Another nod. I help him back onto his feet and make him lie down on the desk. I open the drawers to find lube and I squirt some out, making sure to get quite a bit on his tailhole because I don't know how tight he is. Either way, I'm going to love riding his ass. I spread the excess lube onto my very hard member and put the bottle away. Gripping his legs and lifting them, I see that tight, pink ring I'm about to push it into and paw myself a little more. "You ready for me?" I ask him. He nods his head yes. I grab my shaft and slowly poke it into him, making him yip and whimper just a little bit before he moans out of pleasure. I even find myself throwing my head back and moaning from how much his tight ass squeezes me as I push. "Ohhhhhhh fuck me!!" Michael begs. My teeth clenched and my paws grasping his legs, I slowly inch the rest of me in him, the moans that come out of his muzzle are indescribable. They just make me more aroused. Once all seven inches are buried, Michael pants and grunts. I let him take a moment to adjust to my size before I start taking my cock out only to push it back in. At first my humping was slow as Michael needed to get used to me. As soon as I think he is, that's when I started picking up the pace on my thrusts. My right paw finds and smacks his right ass cheek, loving how perfect it felt in my paw. I start to fuck him harder. Our moans bound together by lust and pleasure. My hips start to take over, thrusting in and out of him faster and harder, my sensitive ears listen to the sounds of Michael enjoying my cock. As I fuck him harder, the desk shakes a little, but that's the last thing on my mind. Right now, I'm more focused on how much I can make him beg and moan for me more. My climax slowly builds up along with a small growl. At this point, I'm humping Michael so hard that I'd probably fill his stomach up with my seed from this end. The naughty thoughts just drive me to fuck him rougher, letting my sensitive organ get closer and closer to its eruption. The desk rattles a little. Michael reaches down and paws himself as his ass gets penetrated by my merciless hips. I start to snarl as I feel precum slipping out of my member and making his insides slicker and more fuckable. He tries to tighten his tailhole which just makes my growl a little louder and my humping even harder because I just love the feeling. I feel my load flowing through my shaft and I know what's coming. "I feel it coming, boy," I say, talking very naughty to him. "You want it, don't you?" Michael whimpers some more but manages to stifle a yes. "Alright. You asked for it." I fuck him even faster, my hips not stopping as my cock shoots out thick and heavy streams of kitty semen up his tight ass. I let out a large growl and Michael whines like crazy. I finally stop thrusting when I'm sure my load has come to an end. Sam turns off the camera and sets it aside. "Wow," he says, clearly speechless. "You're pretty good." "Thanks," I say. I gently pull my cock out of Michael and gather my clothes. I notice that his tight little hole is back to being a small ring with a little bit of white dripping out. I must've filled him up good. I help Michael back on his feet and hand him the clothes he had on. "You ok?" "Yeah, I'm fine." Michael gives me a reassuring smile. Good. For a second I thought I went too hard on the kid. I pat him on the back and give him a small kiss on the cheek, which he returns with a blush. Sam lets us go back to the dressing rooms to get back to our regular clothes. I was a bit relieved; while I don't mind the teacher's outfit, I much prefer my slutty-looking purple shorts. I put them back on, refeeling the tight fit around my waist and how sexy it looked on me. Because I'm nice, I refold the clothes Sam gave me and put the glasses on top of it all. I head out of the room and go back to the filming area. I find Sam on the computer with screenshots of me and Michael's fun loaded up. I ask him how long it will be until I get to see it. "It'll be a couple hours," he says. "Until then, go ahead and look around some. In fact, I've got something just for you." He gets on the phone and calls someone up to get me. The wolf from the lobby shows back up, smile on and everything. "Yes, Sam?" he asks. "Hey, Enzo, I want you to show Toby here our special room on the level below us." "Sure thing." I follow Enzo out the door, back down the hall and onto the elevator. He presses the button for the floor below us. He asks me how things went. I guess I must still smell like my musk but I tell him it went great. "Good. I know you're going to like working here." The doors slide open and he leads me down another maze of corridors. We stop at a door labeled "Quarter B" and he opens it. Inside is a bed with red sheets, a phone set on a table like the one back at my apartment, and a TV. When I ask what this room is for, Enzo tells me that it's for when filming is done and the people wait around for something to do. He leaves and I sit down on the bed. I've dialed Fletcher's number enough that I kind of memorized it. I dial it on the phone and then wait for him to pick up. "Hello?" His sweet, beautiful voice fills the other end of the phone. "Hey, baby," I say. "How are you?" "Oh, hey, Kitty! How are you?" His voice goes from curious to excited in two seconds. I tell him I'm fine and that things are going great here at the studio. I even tell him about the fun me and Michael had together, making sure not to give too much information away. "Sound like you two did have fun." He doesn't sound very irritated about it and I'm relieved. "We did," I say. "Are you sure you're ok with me becoming a porn star and not just a street prostitute?" "Of course I am," Fletcher says. "Kitty, I want you to do what you enjoy doing, not what I tell you to do. Ok?" I tell him ok. "Good. So, if they officially offer you the job, I want you to march up to the man and tell him yes, you want to do it. I don't want to feel like I'm holding you back." "I'm glad you're being so cool about this." I tell him about Sam and the video he's currently editing. He'll come and tell me when it's ready and that he'll want my feedback. "Interesting. Is there any way I can get sent a copy?" I hear him give a slight giggle that he obviously tried to hide. "I'm sure he'll let me have the demo," I say, returning the teasing. "Either way, I have butterflies in my stomach and I don't know if Sam will like how I did today." "You know what I think?" "What?" "I think you're not giving yourself enough credit. Toby, you're a sexy guy and a very awesome top. Plus, according to you, Sam's one of the greatest porn directors you've met." He's the only one but I keep that in my head. "I know you're going to get offered this job and I know you're going to say yes. So, I want you to get over any nervousness and just be excited." "Trust me, I am." My tail swishes just from thinking about taking this big leap. "I just hope it doesn't blow up in my face." Fletcher tells me that it won't. After a few more encouraging words, I feel a little less shaking going into... whatever it is I'm about to get myself into. Enzo comes back into my room after a while and tells be that Sam is done and he's ready for me to see the video. I quickly tell Fletcher bye and I hang up. Enzo leads me back to the elevator and presses the button to go back up to Sam's studio. Like usual, we barely make any talk. It's mostly just me rubbing my arms to keep from shaking. While I've never had a problem with being too cold before, I feel cold going back into Sam's studio. Enzo and I go into the recording studio together. Sam sits at his desk, holding a few papers and a DVD. "Ah! Toby! Come, take a seat," he says. I sit down in the same where I filled out that questionnaire. That felt like forever ago. Enzo leaves us alone and Sam slides over the disc and papers across the desk in front of me. "Now, I'm sure you're excited to see what I've done. So, I'll let you watch what I've filmed." I look at the page and eyeball him. "That's a contract if you do agree to work with me. It lists out your payment, your description and your insurance." "Insurance?" I ask, tilting my head. "Ah, yes." Sam leans back in his chair, exhales sharply and rubs his eyes. "We've never had it happen before, but just in case someone you do end up getting some sort of STD, your insurance pays for any sort of medicine that can handle it." "What if I get HIV or AIDS?" I ask. I don't know why it's always bothered me; I've always been cautious when it comes to sex. I guess it's when Sam said "if" that bugged me not the STDs themselves. "I know, I know," Sam continues. "Those kinds are not curable and I get it. There is medicine that helps vastly but doesn't kill the disease. This contract basically says that if you do get them, we here at the studio will pay for it." He reaches into the drawer and gets a pen out. He clicks it open and hands it to me. "I know that those thoughts can scare a person and to be honest, it scares me, but I don't want it to completely affect your decision on whether to work with me or not." I accept the pen and look over the contract. Then I eyeball the disc and remember what Fletcher said to me over the phone. "I want to see the video first," I say. "Absolutely." Sam takes the DVD and inserts the disc in one of his laptops. He brings it out in front of me so I can see the screen. He tells me how to open the video. Once I get some sort of video playing app open, a twenty-minute video pops up with the title "Teacher Pounds Student". Nervous, I click play and sit back and watch. For the most part, it was hot to rewatch how much I've screwed Michael over, but I also blushed a bit, knowing that Sam is right here listening to the audio as well. I especially blush when it plays back some of the dirty talk I've had with him. As I see the parts where we blow each other and I take him over the desk, my sheath swells back up. I couldn't help it; I get aroused easily. After the video's over, I've got to admit, Sam's actually pretty good at filming this stuff. I didn't notice that he got a few more angles than the one I saw him do. I guess I was "busy". "Well, what'd you think?" Sam asks. "It's good. I'll admit that," I say, taking the disc out and handing it back to him. "Well, I'm glad you love it. Now comes an important decision: will you work with me?" Sam asks. I look back at the contract and think back to what Fletcher said. I know he wants me to do this and to be honest, this has been one of the most fun days I've ever had. Keeping my nerves under control, I take the pen and sign my full name beside the red X. "You won't regret it, my friend." He takes the contract and puts it back in his drawer. "So, now what?" I ask. "Now, I give you this..." Sam digs into his pocket, pulls out a small slip of paper and gives it to me. I take a look. It's not just paper, it's a check for seventy-five bucks. I ask him what this is for and he says, "Well, like I've told you, you get paid to have sex on camera and that's how much I pay those who do so." "Woah. Thanks, Sam," I say. This is probably the most I've ever been given to fuck someone. "You're welcome. When do you want to start?" "How about tomorrow?" Sam's ears perk up, probably not expecting that answer. But I wasn't lying, I enjoy this job and I want to start ASAP. "Ok. Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Me and Sam shake paws before I head out of the room. I get on the elevator, check still in paw, and I hit the 1 button. As it takes me down, my mind scrambles over what could happen tomorrow. To me, this calls for a solo celebration to the bar. Who knows, maybe I might get laid again. The doors open back up and I'm back in the lobby. I quickly say bye to Enzo and I leave the front doors and back out outside. It feels like I've been in there forever but I know better. Walking down the street, I think about Fletcher. He must be wondering what I'm doing or if I took the job. I can already imagine how happy he'll be once I tell him that I said yes. He'll probably want to sleep with me again, which I have no problem with. I also think of what else the future holds for me. I'm guessing a lot, but for now, I guess I'll take it one step at a time. Pushing open the doors to the most familiar building to me other than my cruddy apartment building, I take a seat at my usual spot at the bar and order my usual few shot glasses of liquor. The place seems pretty quiet today than it normally does. I'm used to seeing this place full of people or at least the sounds of conversation, but I only just hear a few people chat. I don't dare glance at them because right now, people know about me and I'm not exactly comfortable answering the same questions over and over again. Am I dating Fletcher? Have I always been a dancer? Or other questions about that night at Meat Grill. As I drink, the door opens and I see a brown fox. At first I think it's Fletcher, but this one looks different. Luckily I stop myself before I say his name by accident. This one has brown fur like Fletcher, but he has green eyes, a white face and white muzzle with two black stripes, black paws, and black feet. His tail looks close to Fletcher's but he has a black stripe on his tail separating the white and brown instead of green. This fox also wears a pair of cool green shades, green t-shirt, and yellow shorts. I quickly look down, the feeling of déjà vu coming to me. I doubt that what will happen next will be the same as how Fletcher met me. I finish my third glass and decide to go home. After all, I don't want to accidentally call this fox the wrong name. Besides, I really want to hear from Fletcher and see how he's doing. "Hey, you look familiar." I hear the voice right behind me as I passed him. Turning around, I see the other fox whose seat it turned toward me. "Yeah? How so?" I ask. A look of slight recognition crosses his face. "Are you that tiger who performed with my cousin that day at the local restaurant?" So that explains why they look similar, this fox is Fletcher's relative. I wonder if all his relatives look similar in some fashion. I take a seat next to him and nod. "Yes. That was me." "I thought so." The bartender gives this fox a bottle of... something. I think I saw the world Malibu on it. He smiles and holds his paw out. "Felix." We shake paws. "I'm Toby," I say, even though he probably knows that. "Nice to meet you, Toby." I kind of like his British accent. I've never noticed any in Fletcher; maybe a little Irish in there but that's about it. "What brings you here?" "Well, I'm visiting my cousin this week and since he's out, I figured I might as well look around town a bit. I'm staying at his place in the meantime." I can't help but think that he might be staying in that room me and Fletcher had sex in a month ago. Then again, that was his room. Felix slightly giggles and as I'm questioning why, I notice he's looking at my purple shorts. "Those are cute. Where'd you get them?" "Your cousin gave them to me, actually. They're a bit snug but I like it." "I can see that, considering that's all you're wearing." "It's pretty much all I ever wear these days. Let me guess, your favorite color is green?" "How'd you guess that?" Is that teasing I hear in his voice. I guess it runs in the family. "The shades, the eyes, the shirt. It was pretty obvious to me." "Ok. You got me, that is my favorite color. Maybe I shouldn't make it so obvious." "I don't know, it's pretty cute." I don't normally think before I try to flirt, I just do it. It's a bit weird trying to flirt with someone who's a blood relative of someone you had sex with a month ago, but thinking back on all the times and all the guys I've ever had sex with, I'm pretty sure two of them must have been related somehow. "Thanks, you're pretty cute yourself." I blush at Felix's words. He drinks some more of that Malibu drink before he stands up and digs into his pocket. When I see the keys in his paw, it really is déjà vu for me. "Why don't we head back to Fletcher's place? I'm sure he won't mind." And the plot thickens as they say. It's also like history is repeating itself. But, I go along with it. "Ok." I get up and follow him out the door. Fletcher's Toyota is parked right outside. Felix unlocks the car and I hop in, trying to replay what happened when me and Fletcher met. He took me to his place, gave me clothing, paid me for sex and made me lunch. The odds of all that happening again are kind of slim, but it's still possible that it could happen. While I watch the same buildings pass by, I keep talking to Felix. "So, has your cousin ever talked to you about me and him." "Of course he has," he says as if it's nothing. "He's told me how you met, that night at that restaurant... what you do for a living." I swear my cheeks couldn't be more red at that point. I laugh nervously and scratch the back of my head. "I'm guessing he told you-" "That you're a hooker and that you two have had sex? Yes, he has." I watch as a smile grows on his muzzle. Except this one is more like the way he's trying to display his personality to me: mischievous (or however you pronounce that word). "Trust me when I say that he's told me quite a bit about you two." "Alright..." I leave the talk at that, hanging by a thread until we pull up outside Fletcher's house. Getting out of the car, I still can't help but relive the same day I first came here. Felix passes by me and I walk right behind him to the back door. He unlocks it and disappears inside. I go in and shut the door. I've been in this room before; the kitchen where Fletcher made me lunch after I woke up that day. My nose almost brings back the same smell from back then too. "You coming, Toby?" Felix's voice comes from the other room. I see him halfway up the stairs, tail wagging as if eager. For what, I wasn't sure, but I think I already had a close idea. I head up the stairs after him and I see him walk around the banister past Fletchers room into the room in the corner. It's slightly bigger than Fletcher's room, but not by much. A bed with moss green sheets sit on the left. A dresser with a TV is on the right with a door right next to it, which is probably some sort of closet. On the floor is a duffel bag and a luggage which are open and mostly filled with clothes. Something tells me this must be some sort of guest room for visitors. "So, this is where you're staying?" I ask. "Yep," Felix says. He sets his green sunglasses on the dresser and as he strips and I get nervous, he asks, "So, what do you normally charge people for sex?" "Um..." I get lost as he tosses his shirt on the floor. His stomach fur isn't like Fletcher, white from chest to waist and probably below. "... well, it's... twenty for safe, thirty for bareback..." His yellow shorts get tossed too, leaving him in just magenta briefs. "and... fifty for public." "Interesting. Well, I'm not a big fan of public, and barebacking is fun, but just to be safe..." Felix goes over to his bags and digs around. He whistles some kind of familiar tune as he hands me a twenty and keeps searching for something else. After listening to a few more notes, I know exactly what that song is. "Isn't that the song me and Fletcher did that night at Meat Grill?" I ask. "Yep." Felix digs out an unopened condom and a bottle of lube. I set the money to the side. He sits down next to me. Out of instinct, I put my arm around his shoulder. "I imagined you had fun during that night." "I did." His paw finds my stomach and he seductively rubs my chest. "And I bet you're going to have fun during this." "Oh yes I will." Leaning forward, I kiss Felix, pulling him in for a tight hug. His sneaky paws slither down my body and find my purple shorts. Two can play that game, I think to myself. While he gets into my shorts and rubs my sensitive sheath, I tip-toe my fingers down his back until my palms rest on his ass. In reaction, Felix adds a cute, loud murr into the kiss. I can feel something poke into my stomach and I already know what it is because just like his, my erection grows to its full length. Right as we make the kiss a little bit French, I break it, panting, and I look down at his package. While I'm not a genius, I'd say about 6 or 7 inches like me is down there. Kneeling down, I gently stroke him, licking my lips wondering what he tastes like. "Oh? Kitty's a sucker for oral, huh?" Felix and his teasing ways. I nod before paying my attention back to the cock in front of me. I dive in and give his rod a few licks. He tries to muffle a moan but I can still hear it. His fingers find the back of my head and they gently rub it. With his encouragement, I gently take a few inches into my mouth and suck him off. His murring growing louder with each inch in me. My paws massage his balls some. I begin to bob my head back and forth. I swirl my tongue all over his sensitive region, tasting all of him. Felix's sneaky paws find the back of my head and it pushes me down onto him more. My free paw finds my own erection, stroking myself as I blow this fox. I shudder as if my load's almost there already. After a while, I notice the bed making a slight creaking noise and I realize it's Felix grinding his cock into my mouth, trying to get it in deeper. I tease his head with my tongue and soon, my taste buds are washed over the salty taste of precum. I toss him off as I keep sucking on his tip, eager for the great sensation of getting blown in. "I'm gonna blow one," Felix says with a slight growl mixed with murr in his voice. "Does Kitty want that?" I moan but nod, my fingers and mouth working faster on him. He clenches his teeth and his knot swells in my mouth. As his breathing intensifies, I open my mouth and paw him off. He eventually bursts his load, sending thick streams of fox cum all over my cheeks, nose and mouth. I swallow what I have and look up. Felix lies down in that state of post-orgasm bliss. I quickly wipe his semen off my face and lick it off my paw. "Foxy tastes good," I say. I climb up and lie down next to him on the bed. I rest my head on his chest and he wraps an arm around me. Well, one arm; the other goes back down to my waist and my still alive erection. "You're pretty good at that," Felix whispers into my ear. "Thank you," I say back. It's apparent the both of us are trying to catch our breath. Felix burries his snout in my neck. I hold him close, running my paws through his back fur, his soft back fur. He looks up at me and gives me a few more kisses. My cock throbs a little in his fingers as he runs them up and down my shaft. "Mmmmmmmmm, that feels nice." I nuzzle his ears and give them a few licks. "Thanks," Felix says. "Want to play some more?" "Sure." He grabs the condom from earlier, rips it open and puts it on my erection. I grab the bottle of lube, squirt some in my paw and rub it all over my hard on, putting the excess on Felix's tailhole, which he shivers from. "Now, how about you show me that tailhole and I'll show you how this little Kitty likes to play." I add a little growl at the end of that. Felix lies down on his stomach and gets on his knees and paws. I get up and move behind him. I lift that fluffy tail of his, revealing that pink hole of his. "I hope you like it hard," I say. My dick in paw, I start to push it in him. He murrs and lets out a yip as his ass takes me inch by inch. When I have it all in him, we both let out a couple moans as I let him adjust to my big size. My hips start to take over my mind, letting my cock pull out just for me to shove back in. The cute and adorable yelps from Felix drive me to screw him over harder. I really pound his ass good, the sound of my thighs slapping against his ass fill the room. He curls his tail around me, tugging at my chest. "Oh yes!" Felix cries out. "Fuck me Kitty!" The naughty fox tightens his hole, squeezing it around my cock, only for me to growl a little from the nice feeling. I hump his ass harder, my climax starting to build. I catch him pawing himself as he gets pounded. I ram my cock in him harder, loving the sound of his yips, murrs and moaning. I push in hard, rubbing against his prostate and I think he's about to howl a little. My paw rubs his rear before giving it a nice spank. I feel my cock already starting to slip out, making his ass slicker. I fuck faster, my teeth clenched and my breathing increased, my load moving fast and pleasure clouding my mind. "Oh fuck!!" I shout. I really get him hard, driving my cock deep inside of him. Felix grips the bedsheets hard, his moaning/murring getting louder. "I can feel it, fox. Almost!!!!..." I keep thrusting hard until that first stream of cum comes out. I growl loudly and shoot all of my load in him. After that, the oxytocin kicks in and I collapse on the bed next to him. I take my cock out and toss the condom in the garbage. Once that's done, I just wrap my arms around Felix and cuddle with him. "Wow," he breathes. "That was amazing." "I know." I lick his head between his ears. "You're a pretty damn good bottom." "Thanks. Maybe we could switch positions one day." "Don't push it, fox." We spend a couple hours like this until I fall fast asleep. When I wake up, Felix is still in my hold, but is asleep as well. I debate waking him too, but I wouldn't want to be woken up either so I let him stay under. I reclose my eyes and think about before we went to sleep. I recall blowing and then fucking Felix, both were enjoyable. As for how long I've been asleep, I don't know. I hear a door close downstairs. Fletcher must be home. I hear the sounds of boots on steps and then on the floor. "Hi guys." Fletcher's voice hits my eardrums. I open my eyes and see him in the doorway, smirking at us. "Hey, Fletch," I say, still not awake yet. "I see you've met my cousin, Felix." As if on cue, Felix lifts his head and sees him. "Oh, hi cousin." Felix doesn't sound awake either. He slowly gets out of bed and grabs his clothes, not minding the fact that he's still 100% nude. "You guys are really cousins?" I ask. "Well, duh," Fletcher says. "Can't you tell?" He walks up next to Felix. The resemblance, I'll admit, is very striking. Fletcher's face is all brown but he has similar features as Felix. Their tails look the same but Fletcher has a green stripe while Felix as a black one. The only other main difference is their feet; Fletcher's are brown and Felix's are black. Plus, Felix is more muscular, Fletcher has a little weight going on in his stomach but it's not that noticeable. "I take it you two had fun earlier?" Fletcher asks his cousin. "Hell yeah!" Felix says. I still can't help but think how similar their voices are too, except Felix has a British accent. "If I had known Toby was that good when you told me about him, I'd have come here a while ago." I roll my eyes and chuckle. "Well, glad you two had fun. Ready to go?" "Sure." "Where are you two going?" I ask. "Me and Felix are heading out of town to visit my mother," Fletcher says. "Or in his case, his aunt." He leaves the room. Felix gets his clothes back on and follows. I decide to tag along so I get my shorts, put them on and I follow the boys downstairs.