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Hunter's eyes glazed open to find morning sunlight spilling through the blinds of a window. A sense of deja vu hit her as she found herself in this familiar position: lying in bed, being spooned by Rudd Wyler, his cock still resting in her tailhole with the knot long deflated in the hours between his falling asleep and now. This was the second time in just a few days she found herself drawn to the rottweiler. Not just for mating, as she had mated practically everyone she knew and some extra strangers over this past mating season.

No, she had slept with Wyler again. Like, actual sleeping. Again. Hunter attempted to analyze this repeat of events. The fact was she was now a knot addict, that much was certain after the movie premiere. But she could've spent the night with Jonah or Nick or Sven, the husky who had actually knotted her last night. Yet here she was, back with Rudd again, nestled in his arms and between his cock for a second night.

What was pulling her toward him, she still wondered. The snow leopardess was still no closer to finding out more about his personal life than before. The thought occurred to her to get Jonah drunk and have him spill out some stories of his time with the rottweiler in film school, but nah, there was no way she'd commit to being that devious, even in her transformed state.

Hunter thought back to what she learned in her biology major in the human world. When it came to the feral animals back home, it wasn't just musk that attracted mates. Bright colors, showcases of physical strength, mating calls/specific sounds, and attractive non-musk scents were but a few of the known tools used across multiple species from avians to mammals to even insects. None of these factors came to mind for the feline... as far as she knew.

A thought did occur to her. The night they mated, he admitted that he had watched her for days when searching for candidates in the human world. Hunter never really reckoned with that revelation since it was unveiled. Technically, Rudd Wyler stalked her without her knowing it. He not only watched her and chose her for the part, but he said he sensed something in her. Something that told him she'd be the perfect fit for this world, as if she already had an animal scent within her just waiting to burst free.

Was it as simple as that? Did she feel flattered at the idea of being chosen by him? Convinced by him, molded by him, directed by him? And if so... is it possible that deep in her subconscious, through the bestial instincts gifted to her by her new form, was she sensing the same pull in Rudd that he sensed in her, led him to her, made her the lucky human that was now a beautiful anthro star?? An instinctual pull led him to desire her. Was that same pull leading her in his arms?

“Grrggh," the rottweiler grunted awake. All those questions could wait. Another day of mating season had begun and she wouldn't waste another second not enjoying it to its fullest. “Morning, Miss Prey."

“Mrrr, morning~"

“How's our star enjoying her well-earned vacation?"

“Well, you were right to suggest coming here. I can't tell you how rewarding it feels to just enjoy mating without the pressure of cameras and eyes."

“Heh, yeah. I was never an A-lister in my porn acting days. I honestly prefer it — blending into the background, having a supporting role. I remember when Doe was blowing up in popularity. Her star-making turn was in a rut flick I costarred with her in. Not as her primary mate, no. I was just the pizza guy who rang the doorbell and then joined her and her stallion friend."

“Ahh, I can already imagine you in a delivery uniform."

“Yeah, well, I didn't make an impression. Doe did. And as someone who was previously waiting tables and stripping to make ends meet, she was really overwhelmed by all the attention. I took her to a place like this, somewhere deep in the woods, albeit with less snow. It was there that we didn't just have some private mating time, but... talked. Talked our tails off all day and night, about fame, the industry, the craft. It was there that she learned of my film school background and asked me to direct her next film. In a way, Ruttweiler Pictures wouldn't've been born without that break we took from the limelight."

“Wow, that's awesome... Now that I think about it, I think this is my first proper vacation I've ever had. Even counting my time as a human."

“Is that so..."

“In my world, going on vacation puts a dent on your wallet, and I wasn't the only poor person in my family tree. Poverty and bad luck just seemed to follow the Slates over countless generations like a curse. The only vacations my mom and dad could afford to take me to were camping trips. We'd go out to the woods with our tent and our sleeping bags and we'd sing songs by the campfire while cooking up a can of beans... One night, I went stargazing with my pop. I was, like, seven years old then, and I said I wanted to be an astronaut and explore those stars for new worlds someday. I turned to him and he just... sobbed uncontrollably."

Rudd sat up to look down at Hunter's turned away face, which had grown contemplative and serious. She continued, “That night, he told me to remember all that I learned from that camping trip. That I may one day need the skills I learned in case we couldn't afford our home anymore. It turned out to be more than just a camping trip. He was preparing me for potential homelessness the whole time... Now I'm spending my winter break in a luxury lodge with more money than my parents ever held in their lifetime, and they couldn't live to see it."

Rudd whined softly. Hunter had mentioned her difficult upbringing to him before, but never to this extent. Something in his subconscious told him to comfort her. Wrapping his paw around her headfur, the canine extended his claws and tenderly scratched her head. Hunter chuffed at the sensation, appreciating his caring touch.

“Thank you, Rudd." She turned to face his muzzle. “I know they wouldn't fully get what I do now to earn a living... But I think deep down, they'd be proud of everything I've accomplished here."

“I think so too..." He looked away uncomfortably. Hunter tilted her muzzle, wondering what was going on in the canine's head. “Anyway, I think it's time we treat ourselves to some breakfast. Whaddya say?"

Hunter smirked and rolled her eyes. It would be a while before Wyler opened up, but she could sense a connection during their heart-to-heart. Baby steps, she thought.

---

Kiera downed the entire glass of orange juice in one gulp, finishing it off with a satisfied—

“Aaaaaaahh... That was the best sleep of my life."

Allison chuckled as she scrambled some eggs on the stove, tail swaying rhythmically along to the crackle of the oil in the pan. “Weed sleep is the best sleep, I always say."

“I will say, my tongue's been feeling all hairy ever since waking up."

Julie entered the kitchen and sat on the same chair as Kiera, scooching her ass up to squeeze extra close to her lover. “It's called cottonmouth, babe. Certainly beats a hangover, doesn't it?"

“Gods, why don't you humans just smoke this shit all the time?"

“Well, I don't know how much you remember from last night, but you said some pretty stupid shit."

“Heh, dumber than my usual rambling?"

“Aww, you know I love every dumb thing you say." The feline kissed her cheek, which progressed into the two nuzzling each other warmly.

As Allison brought over everyone's plates, a stir emerged from the couch in the living room, which was beside the open kitchen area. Flissa and Jordana sat up, the two having slept together the whole night. As they sniffed the air for the smell of breakfast, the rest of the girls cheered and clapped for them.

“Well, well, look who's awake!" Kiera shouted. “How's it feel to join the league of virginity losers?"

Jordana stretched her arms out to yawn while Flissa caressed her wing on the feline's back. “It's... surreal," the feline admitted. “I can't believe I got as into it as I did."

Flissa chuckled to herself, “And with such gusto, too. You did wonderfully, sweetheart."

The cat blushed under her fur. “It's funny. For years I had this crush on Doe, and she was fantastic, don't get me wrong. But, I gotta say... You really turned me to the avian side, Fliss."

The hawk bowed pridefully at the compliment. “I'm flattered. Hell, I remember when I lost my virginity. I had all these crushes I wanted to fuck for my first mating season, ideas in my head of what the most satisfying sex would be. Then, you finally do fuck, and you discover your tastes as you go along... Didn't think I'd outmatch the inimitable Doe Adira, though."

Jordana purred, “Neither did I. But I very much enjoyed her cock as much as your cloaca. And all your digits inside me... Mrrr, it was wonderful. Thank you all for giving me my first real meowting season."

The girls' blood ran cold. They'd heard of the telltale symptoms of Wernite's disease. Were they responsible for—

“HAHAHAHAH! I'm totally fucking with you!" Everyone in the room sighed in exhausted relief. “The looks on your muzzles was priceless!"

Flissa playfully smacked Jordana upside the head as she got up from the couch and joined the others for breakfast. The feline followed behind, tail swinging joyfully. As they got their plates, a loud combo of bleat and growl emerged from the bathroom, perking everyone's ears.

The door opened and out emerged Doe and Sven, both their dicks wet with each other's cum. Allison smiled, unbothered by the sight. “I see you caught some wild game without me, sweetie."

Sven shrugged his shoulders. “Dah. Not every day you mate with A-lister. Couldn't say no."

Doe swayed her hips as she reached Allison and made her hoof-fingertips tiptoe on the vixen's shoulder. “Don't you worry, Allison. You'll get your turn soon, if you play your cards right."

The fox growled at the naughty suggestion. “Well now I gotta see what my husband's been raving about."

Before they could flirt any further, Hunter came down the stairs to join the group. “Morning, everyone," she greeted while grabbing a plate and piling it with fluffy eggs. “Hey Flissa, what's the avian opinion on eating eggs?"

The hawk laughed. “You humans and your questions. You'll have to ask a hatcherwoman, I've never really done that kind of thing for a living."

“Laying eggs is a job here?"

“And a very lucrative one."

Hunter smiled with wonder at the answer. This world was always full of surprises. “So, what should we all do before the Q+A tonight? We just gonna keep rutting or is there something special planned?"

“Well, I was thinking," Doe started, “We should take a walk around town. Pine Slope is lovely this time of year, and we may get into some... public fun, if we get lucky."

Something about that excited Hunter. It was already pretty wild to think of all the public rutting she did the night of the movie premiere, but out in the open? In front of horny pedestrians? It was unthinkable in her home world, but here it was par for the course. She couldn't wait to see how it felt. “I'm game," the leopardess replied. “I'd also like to go shopping if possible. It would be nice to bring a souvenir back home for my new apartment."

“Ooooh, look at you, living the dream life. You should throw a housewarming party!"

“Hah, and bring you guys over to the human world? Too risky."

“Yeah, and it's not like I can go," Julie added. “I don't wanna lose my feline form."

Doe lightly smacked her own head, “Ahh, you're right. I don't know what I was thinking."

“Why this eagerness to go to the human world, Doe?" Hunter asked. “I thought you said our culture was lame."

“I thought so too. But then I watched your gift last night."

“You did?? Black Emanuelle? When?"

“On my laptop, while Jordy and Fliss were asleep. Human porn is... fascinating. Over here, it's the most casual thing in the world to explore each other's bodies. There, it's almost... taboo. Subversive. Exciting. Don't get me wrong, I still think your culture's largely very weird and prudish, but there's clearly a lot more to it than that. It's a fascinating contradiction, don't you think?"

“Wow, uh... I never thought about it that way. Didn't think we'd ever seem fascinating to you guys."

“It's a brave new world you've helped create, Hunter. It was strange enough to accept other worlds besides mine exist in the first place. All I'm saying is... More things will probably change before it's all over."

The phrase rattled in Hunter's mind like a bell. This really is only the beginning of her journey. There's still plenty more to come.

---

Pine Slope was a beautiful small town blanketed in snow. Cute little shops were bustling with people, it was refreshingly quiet, and the friendly populace made for a cozy vibe. Well... cozy, considering half the anthros here were fucking on the sidewalk and parks for all to see. The other half let them be, going on with their groceries, shopping, tourist activities. It was a stark contrast, but one rather common during mating season.

The Ruttweiler crew explored the quiet town and its rustic charms. Rudd took pictures of the belltower with the 35mm camera Hunter gifted to Pete, Julie and Kiera got to spend some romantic couple time for just the two of them, Allison and Sven joined a park orgy with a pack of wolves, and Doe & Flissa took Hunter & Jordana shopping. Both felines lacked really stylish ladies' wear, Jordana because she was oft trying to avoid attention with her many hoodies, and Hunter because she was normally a guy.

Hunter never cared for shopping as a human. She loved her mother, may she rest in peace, but she always forced him into scratchy polos and bland khakis. Mom shit. That, and men's wear was never particularly exciting to her. She never once imagined herself wearing women's clothes, but now in her new body, she absolutely couldn't wait to try everything on.

Flowing dresses, leather jackets, fur-trimmed coats, all showed off new facets of her body's beauty she had never appreciated before. Suddenly, the ritual of shopping finally made sense to the former human. Even Jordana seemed to be having fun finally expressing herself and her sensuality after hiding it for so long. That's really what it was, wasn't it. Two girls who never got to express themselves finally having the confidence (and the money) to discover their own beauty. And they had two immensely stylish women to guide them.

Eventually, Hunter reunited with Rudd, now wearing deliciously slutty boots, a miniskirt, and a fishnet top. The canine grinned at the whorish display and snapped a photo with his old-fashioned camera. “Fuck. Look who's getting into the Rutfest spirit."

Hunter wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. “Thanks for taking me here, big guy."

“Mmm, my pleasure... Oh. Don't panic or anything, but I think those people over there recognize us." He subtly tilted his head their direction.

Hunter shifted her eyes without turning her head to get a look. A donkey man, a reindeer woman, and a dingo man were whispering and staring as they took pics with their phones, presumably to post on social media. The leopard turned back to Rudd. “Looks like we're feeding the rumor mill with this pose."

“Ehh, it's mating season. Nothing gossip worthy going on here."

“But what if there is?" Hunter grinned, ready to tease her director. “What if the tabloids told millions of anthros that ex-human sensation Hunter Prey was dating her director Rudd Wyler? The artist and his muse, both entwined in creative rhapsody, caught in the heat of mating season, only to find something deeper in their coupling."

“I see someone's drunk on their newfound starpower."

Hunter giggled. “And what about you? 'Ooh, Hunter, you make me all feral. Oh, Hunter, Hunter, I'm high off your scent! Rut me like an animal, Hunter!'"

“I stand by what I said. You're the one insinuating there's something else going on here."

“And what if there is? I'd like to know, Wyler. I'm still new to these open anthro relationships, there are nuances I may not be getting. Because if you wanna make something happen here, I'm more than willing to give it a shot."

Rudd stared at the leopard with a blankness, still after all this time hiding his true self within. “Believe me, if I wanna start something, you'll be the first to know. Having said that, you don't wanna go any further with me."

“Why not?"

“You're on the rise here, Hunter. There's a whole planet with a mess of species that want a shot at you, now. You sure you don't wanna try the whole tasting menu before committing to a flavor?"

“I thought the main difference between my world and yours was that you're allowed to try all the flavors even after committing. Look at Julie and Kiera, or Allison and Sven."

Rudd smirked. “You're saying you wanna marry a mutt like me?"

“Ha ha. You know what I mean."

“Listen, Hunter, I think you're great. And I'm not opposed to this dating notion... But you're still tied to the human world. If you decided to stay here permanently, I'd rethink my options. But as of now... I'd rather nip disappointment in the bud, if you get what I'm saying."

Hunter couldn't explain why hearing that ached a little in her soul. There were many moments over the past few days where she completely forgot she was human, that she had another life to go back to at some point. It made her question what tied her back home. Some promise to her dead mother and father to have a better life than they did? She had already surpassed her human self here. She was a star, beloved, more than financially stable. Everything she said she'd accomplish for her parents... But only here. Here in this new world. In the human world, though? She was always met with failure.

Was that what kept her from staying an anthro permanently? Some spiteful need to overcome the cruelty and ambivalence of the human world and prove that she could succeed in it where her mother and father couldn't? She had everything she could ever want in the anthro world, yet she insisted she wasn't ready, that she was still tethered to her human body. The leopard wondered if perhaps she was in denial. That she simply couldn't accept success because she'd never gotten it so easily.

Either way, Rudd had a point. Unless she was deciding to stay an anthro for the rest of her life, there was no reason to start anything serious. For now, she could just enjoy her newfound life for what it was, without worrying about such daunting things as The Future or Who She Really Was.

“Maybe you're right, Rudd," she finally conceded. “Human relationships are so complicated. I don't wanna force those kinds of labels on my anthro fuckbuddies."

“See? Now was that so hard?" Rudd wrapped an arm around Hunter's waist, minding her tail. “Come. Let's group back up with everyone before the Q+A."

“Well, hang on. I was promised a public rutting session. Whaddya say? I hear Allison and Sven found a very horny wolfpack in the park."

Rudd smirked, unable to resist whenever Hunter put on that teasing tone. “Well, I'd be a very irresponsible mating season partner if I didn't let you take up that opportunity." With a grin from Hunter's fangs, the leopard led Wyler to the park, paw in paw, pulling him to their next destination.

---

Rutfest was held at the Pine Paramount Theater, where its various screens housed a variety of porn films for a horny audience of tourists, critics, and locals alike. As Hunter and the girls walked through the lobby, they found many people exiting screening rooms with cum staining their clothes or pants completely ripped to shreds. It seemed the festival was just as much another fun mating season activity as it was a showcase of different porno filmmakers from around the world.

Eventually, Hunter, Doe, Kiera, and Julie made it past the crowds of viewers caught in sexual afterglow and made it to the theater that was screening Hunter Prey in The Ties That Bind. Without spoiling their presence, the four mammals stood by the exit aisle behind the dividing wall and peeked around the corner to see how the audience was enjoying themselves.

Like the premiere, a good chunk of the viewers were openly masturbating to what was on screen. The film was at its climax: the scene where Bear Hunter and Julie spit-roasted Kiera on the swing. Meanwhile, audience members were themselves climaxing, as ropes of semen shot into the air and splashes of femcum stained the aisles and seats.

Doe smirked at their handiwork. “Another batch of satisfied customers."

Hunter took a deep whiff of the pheromones filling the room. After many weeks spent in the anthro world, she was learning to distinguish scents from one another. Many canines were in the audience today, especially huskies, wolves, and other kinds of snow-dwelling breeds likely native to this area. Another doe was here too, judging from the scent of cedar and salt that wafted in the air. Then there was... Hang on, she thought. I recognize this smell. Like recognize-recognize. She sniffed some more, peeking around the corner to see where it was coming from. On the front row she saw Allison and Sven in the audience, enjoying the film while the husky reached his paw down the vixen's pants.

The leopard's eyes widened at how her mind managed to sort these aromas in an encyclopedic database. It was surreal, knowing a person just by their scent, but certainly not unwelcome. It definitely added a whole other layer of eroticism to any sensual activities as well, and there was something comforting about the fragrance that a good friend had, conjuring good memories instantaneously. She wondered why humans never evolved to recognize one another by scent. What a different world that would be...

As the film made it to the credits, more of the audience released their loads in unison, leaving everyone happy and spent. After a few minutes of letting everyone get their heads back in order, the credits ended and a figure emerged in front of the screen.

“What a fuckin' rush, am I right, folks?!" The crowd cheered in agreement with the raccoon woman that closed the film. She was Bella Roxy, programmer at the festival and moderator for the surprise Q+A that was about to be sprung on this unsuspecting crowd. “Feels like history in the making, doesn't it? Well, before you all leave, I have a very special surprise for all you lucky audience members!" She swished her ringed tail, unable to hide her own excitement for what she was offering her patrons. Murmurs scattered through the room. This certainly wasn't listed in the program schedule.

“I'm sure you all sold out this screening thanks to all the hype surrounding this incredible film and its stars. We were certainly very lucky to add it to our festival at the last minute. Well, it would seem we have another last minute attraction to accompany this screening. First off, I'd like to welcome one of my dear friends and my comrade in porn appreciation: the director of this wonderful film, Rudd Wyler of Ruttweiler Pictures!"

Rudd stood up from the second row and waved to the applauding crowd as he walked up to the voluptuous raccoon and gave her a friendly hug. She handed him a microphone to speak into. “Thank you for having me, Roxy."

“No worries, man. You and I go way back, and I remember you said you always wanted to make a rut film that didn't just get you off but revealed new things within the viewer. It feels like you finally came full circle with this one."

“It's true, and I couldn't have done it without my stars. They were really the ones who devised this whole thing, I merely sat in a chair and let them unleash their fullest potential."

“Yes, well, speaking of stars, you not only had some established ones giving career-best work, but launched a couple new ones as well."

“Both very unexpected additions to the studio, but I'm proud to have them on."

“Yes, well, between dominating the box office and sending the internet abuzz, it seems that everyone has one thing on their mind regarding this movie: just who is Hunter Prey and how did they get involved in this of all projects?? Inquiring minds would like to know." The audience cheered when prompted by Bella, egging Rudd on to reveal juicy tidbits. Rudd played up an 'aw shucks' demeanor, teasing the audience.

“You know, I realize we've lit a fire in the cultural conversation, but," Rudd sucked his teeth exaggeratedly, “I don't know if I feel comfortable sharing such details all willy nilly." A few limp 'boo's were scattered from the crowd. Rudd smirked, ready to hit the unsuspecting viewers. “I'd personally feel more comfortable if they spoke in their own words."

The crowd went wild when they realized what he was implying. Bella Roxy's tail wagged as she prodded their excitement further, “I agree, Wyler. How about we introduce them right now!"

On cue, the girls all emerged from the exit aisle and into the theater proper, joining Rudd and the moderator to the screams of adoring fans. Doe and Julie waved modestly, both more experienced with working a crowd. Kiera shyly tucked her tail and waved back, grasping Julie's paw for support, which the cat happily reciprocated. Hunter stared at the rainbow of different species that all flipped out at the sight of her. Some canids in the audience even howled at the ceiling to greet her.

Her eyes glimmered. These were all people who saw her naked, watched as she bared her most vulnerable moments and metamorphoses. She gave them a glimpse at a new world, and invited them to accept change in their lives, in their very society. A wave of feline pride surged inside of her, bringing her to perform a regal bow to her beautiful subjects.

After minutes of standing ovation and camera flashes, the crowd eventually died down, allowing Roxy to take the mic once more. “I am so thrilled to have you all here! Especially you, Hunter! I see that you haven't changed form since the film's well-documented premiere. Didn't want to arrive in your human body?"

Hunter grabbed the mic laid out for her by the screen and chuckled modestly as she was put on the spot. She'd commanded a room before, during the premiere, but she'd never been put in the imposing position of answering questions for a large crowd. “I see we're jumping right in now, aren't we?"

The audience chuckled with her. Bella smiled warmly, wanting her subject to answer her questions comfortably, “Well, forgive me for doing so, but it's been all everyone's been talking about. They wanna hear it all straight from your muzzle. I mean, you don't wanna edge your audience too much, do you?"

A strange mix of laughter at the joke and moans of approval emanated from the mass of anthros. Hunter brushed her headfur, well aware this was what she was here for. “I dunno, I think they like being edged, wouldn't you say?" she uttered teasingly. The crowd went nuts for that, some even orgasming from her sultry delivery. The leopard smiled, breaking character. “In all seriousness, the response has been overwhelming. I really didn't know what to expect from, uh, 'coming out' to the public like this. There were certainly other humans before me who had experienced transformation, but never this way. To be accepted by you all, and during mating season no less... it's felt very good. In more ways than one, I must say."

After another series of cheers, Hunter decided to not mince words anymore. “To answer your question, I'm enjoying my first mating season with all my new friends and loved ones, hence why I haven't changed back yet. I... don't exactly have full control over my changes..."

The audience murmured at that. Some even immediately took to their phones to post about the juicy details she was finally sharing on social media. Hunter's heart pounded. Literally every word, every detail she uttered was met with immense anticipation. This would take some getting used to.

“That's surprising to hear," Roxy responded. “The way your transformations work in the film, I would've assumed they were planned and rehearsed from the get go."

Hunter chuckled. “Nope. What you saw was my live reaction to my first two transformations." That detail sparked a mess of whispers from the crowd. “That's why it feels so raw when you watch it. We didn't know what I was turning into, or how my mind would react to the new instincts I'd adopt. When I overpowered Julie in my bear form, I practically wasn't thinking straight. The testosterone and the ursine instincts were so strong that I acted without thought. It was... kinda scary. But I think it made the film even better."

“Fascinating. So to get back to Rudd, does that mean you had to accommodate an unconventional filming style for such an unconventional project?"...

---

The Q+A continued, going much longer than the allotted half hour set up for them. Roxy and some of the press in the audience had questions about the human world, what it was like living in a single-species populace, if it was true that humans deemphasized mating in their culture, etc. Thankfully, Roxy was a respectful enough moderator to move the line of questioning away from Hunter's human origins and back to the film itself, allowing the rest of the crew their say.

Rudd spoke about the creative process and what his input wound up being in a project that was mainly controlled by the cast members' improvisation. Doe and Julie got to talk candidly about their experience in the project and what getting to know Hunter was like, all while dodging the question of how exactly they found them or what, if any, their connection to the human world was.

Eventually, Roxy shifted gears to Kiera. “You have never acted before, never had acting experience, let alone on a porn set. How did you get involved in that stunning third act twist in the second segment?"

Kiera laughed and scratched her arm nervously. For someone who loved to tease whenever her pretty kitty was all flustered, it was now the skunk's turn to embarrass herself in front of a live crowd while her porn star girlfriend guided her through the ordeal. “W-Well, I never intended to barge onto the set like I did."

“You barged in on the take??"

“No— I mean, I didn't. It was actually Doe who pushed me to do it. Honestly, you could see it in the finished product that I barely knew what I was doing at first."

“Oh Gods, really??" Roxy exclaimed. “Is this true, Doe?"

Doe let out a dominant, evil-sounding cackle, playing into her mommy-doe persona. “If you look at the edge of the frame, you can see me pushing her onto the set. Kiera had told me before the shoot how much she admired her ex-human friends, all the risks and leaps they made every day within our alien culture. I simply knew I had to prod my dear skunk into the limelight." She turned to the audience, “I mean, how cute was she when she entered that scene?" The crowd cheered for Kiera and Doe, bringing the skunk the chuckle nervously as she went back to shyly tucking her tail between her legs. She still wasn't used to all the attention her friend and her fiance lived with each day, but in living through it herself, she gained a newfound appreciation for their artistry.

Julie mrowled and nuzzled the back of Kiera's head to comfort her. “I was so proud of her when it was all over. She always admired what I did from afar, and no matter who I mated with, no matter how great a lover they were, it didn't stop me from thinking about her the whole way through. To bring the person I love the most into the job I love most of all? It's gotta be the highlight of my whole career." Kiera blushed under her stripes and leaned in to kiss her fiancee, causing some sitcom-esque 'ooooooo's from the audience. The skunk felt a little better now that her kitty had warmed the audience up to her.

Bella continued, “By the way, Julie, I was most struck by the character you played in your segment. Now knowing how much control you all had over the scenario, what inspired you to play a character who was herself an ex-human too."

Julie turned to Hunter, the two sharing a knowing glance. Hunter nodded to her, telling her that now was the right time. To thine own self be true. “Well, Bella, it wasn't so much inspiration that led me to that character. Rather... It was very much based on me."

Shocked whispers filled the room. The raccoon did a double-take. “Are you saying...?"

“Yeah, well, now's as good a time as any. Kiera was the one who transformed me when I arrived here. I fell in love with her, this world, this body... But it was lonely, being the only ex-human in the adult film industry and keeping it all a secret. When I met Hunter and convinced Rudd to take a chance on them, it changed everything. My career, my relationships... If Hunter can live with such scrutiny, I don't see why I shouldn't join her. I didn't quite like my human body, hence why I only transformed the once. Yet I'm still proud of where I came from. Without it, I never would've met Kiera or Hunter or even Doe."

Roxy stammered. “I-I'm speechless! Rudd, can you confirm this?"

Rudd brought his mic up to his muzzle to answer: “It's true. I didn't believe her when she first told me. Then we met Hunter and... heh, the pieces all fell into place for this project. In a way, none of this could have happened without Miss Chung, here. You can thank her for devising this whole filthy concept."

Another applause erupted throughout the room as Doe and Hunter came in to give Julie a hug. Kiera leaned in to kiss her again, fully enveloping Julie in love and acceptance. The feline teared up a little at the support. Just a year ago, she never envisioned telling anyone but Kiera about her human origins. Now, in the inviting glow of the theater, the cat purred and returned her kiss with the skunk that started her journey to beastdom, happy to be who she was.

Bella Roxy prompted the room to simmer down. “Alright folks, I don't know if I can handle anymore revelations! I know we've gone a little long, but I think we can allow for one more audience question. Any last words before we end the night, Wyler?"

“Nope. It's' just been a blast to be involved with this film and to see the response it's gotten, and I thank you all for coming out here to see it on a big screen."

After some scattered claps, Roxy turned to the audience. “Alright, any volunteers for our last question of the night?"

As a slew of anthros raised their paws, one stood up: a male yellow labrador retriever wearing a trench coat, scarf, and glasses. “I have a question for Mr. Wyler."

Rudd froze up at the sight of the yellow lab. The audience gasped at the introduction of this canine figure. Whispers spread through the auditorium, “Holy shit, it's Gordon Stanovski", “Is that Stanovski??", “When did he get here?", “What's he doing at Rutfest of all places??" Doe tensed upon seeing him too, the rest of her costars confused by the sudden shift that overtook the room.

“Who is that? What's going on?" Hunter asked. Doe shook her head, unable to answer at a time like this.

Gordon, the yellow lab in question, merely smirked smugly at the kerfuffle his mere presence caused. With no need for a microphone, he barked his question out to the front of the theater, “What sorts of projects do you plan to tackle next? After all, you seem to be in as much high demand as your stars. You think we'll be seeing a non-pornographic offering from an up and coming talent like you?"

Rudd seethed at the lab, teeth ever so slightly baring as he tried his damnedest to stifle an angry growl. Bella Roxy, aware that something is up, decided to intervene as politely as she could. “W-Well it's an honor to have you here, Mr. Stanovski, but I was thinking we'd get a question from a regular audience member rather than someone from the industry."

“I am a regular audience member, Miss Roxy," the canine confidently retorted, keeping the ball on his court. “I'm not here as a filmmaker or a producer, I'm just enjoying mating season like everyone else. Can't I ask what Wyler's got cooking? One director to another?"

Hunter's brows raised at the rare bites of context she was picking up. Another director? she thought. A rival??? She turned back to Rudd, who now clenched a fist with his trembling paw, as if trying to resist the insurmountable feral urge to dig his fangs into the dog that tried to step into his territory. The leopard's fur nearly stood up, she'd never seen him or any anthro this full of bestial rage.

Realizing something was up, Sven stood from his seat in the front row and marched up to Rudd to hold him back from doing anything crazy, the husky being the only one strong enough to stop a fellow canine from going overboard. Roxy raised her mic up, “I'm terribly sorry but we're out of time!" Disappointed growls emerged from the crowd. “Thank you all so much for coming to this special screening, we look forward to seeing you attend the rest of the great programs Rutfest has to offer, bye!" With that, she grabbed Hunter's arms and guided her and her costars out of the theater as jeers of confusion and bewilderment overtook the once supportive crowd.

As she was pulled away, Hunter turned to gaze at the canine who incited all this, committing his smirking muzzle to memory before the aisle divider cut him off and left only a haunting impression in her mind.

---

The whole crew sat awkwardly in the cabin living room as, outside, Rudd could be heard howling and barking at the sky to let out all his pent up anger. Nobody inside knew what to say during all this. Even Nick and Jonah, who didn't come to the screening, were caught up on what happened and they didn't have anything constructive to add either in the time being. Hunter would occasionally peek outside and see the rottweiler punching a tree to belt out his rage. A part of her was worried for the director. The other part was genuinely frightened of him.

Unable to take the silence any longer, the leopard finally spoke up. “Look, can someone just tell me who Gordon Stanovski even is??"

Doe groaned in defeat, not wanting to go through the spiel but knowing she had a duty to inform her friend. “Stanovski is only one of the most celebrated directors in the film industry."

“Like, in porn?"

“No," Julie rebutted. “He does serious dramas. He's won this world's equivalent of Academy Awards for Best Picture and Best Director. A proper prestige puppy, through and through. And not the good kind like a Martin Scorsese. I'm talking Oscar bait Tom Hooper _Danish Girl-_ass motherfucker."

Doe chuckled. “I have no idea what those names mean but I can tell from your tone that they're deserving for a bastard like him."

“Okay, but why's he such a piece of shit, exactly?" Hunter inquired. Doe gestured Kiera with a nod. Kiera understood and passed a joint from her gift box and a lighter to the deer woman. Doe caught it and lit it in her mouth before continuing.

“I don't know any of the details. As I'm sure you can imagine, Rudd's very touchy-feely about the subject. Suffice to say, that labrador got Rudd blacklisted."

“Blacklisted?? But he just put out a hit movie."

“No no no, blacklisted from the non-porn film industry. Remember, Rudd's a film school brat at heart, and most film students don't go to school with aspirations to do porn."

Hunter's mind reeled. It made a lot of sense. The classic movie posters in his room, his crazy high standards and experimental methods for production, it all created a portrait of an auteur lending artistry to a medium that most see as “low art". Even though porn was much better respected in this world than with humans, it was clear that it was more of a populist artform, like the action blockbusters and raunchy comedies of the human world, communal products that asked the audience to laugh and cheer at the screen. Replace laugh and cheer with fuck and cum and the anthro world's version makes sense; and like the human world's blockbusters and comedies, anthro porn was hardly ever up for awards consideration. In fact, it was worse. Like in the human world, porn and film were considered separate industries, even though they shared a cinematic language.

The pieces in her mind clicked in place. If he really was blacklisted from respectable film, it would make sense that he'd turn to porn as his only opportunity to keep directing. But that still left some important aspects unanswered. “Do we know why he got blacklisted?" she asked innocently. “There's no way it could've been for anything bad, right?" Painful silence filled the room. “Right??"

Doe sighed, “To be honest, I haven't a clue..." Before she could resign in uselessness, her ears perked as an idea hit her cervine brain. She turned to a certain African Wild Dog editor in the room. “But Jonah might. You did go to film school with him, didn't you?"

All eyes turned to Jonah. The wild canine's ears drooped. “I'm not saying shit without Rudd's approval. And even then, there's nothing to say because I have no idea how it happened either. I was just there when it did."

Hunter grasped the wild dog's shoulders and forced him to look her in the eye, “Jonah, Rudd's in pain right now. I know you're protecting your friend, but he's in the spotlight now that the film's a success. And if he stays in that spotlight, that's only gonna invite more scrutiny. We have to be in the loop if we wanna help him out, don't we?"

Everyone in the room was surprised by how pragmatic the ex-human's reasoning was. It seemed she wasn't just accepting the highs of stardom, but its responsibilities as well. Hunter was familiar with how the industry gossip mill worked in her world, and based off the pregnancy scare story that Doe shared with her in yesterday's car ride, it seemed that it was just as exploitative here as it was there. She wouldn't stand for any of her friends to be caught in this cycle.

With a frustrated groan, Jonah resigned himself to his fate. “I'm telling you all the truth. I don't know what caused it to happen... But I do know what led up to it... See, Rudd and Gordon and I were classmates. Except— Ugh, except he obviously wasn't called Rudd back then. His old name, before he got into porn, was Clive Caldwell."

Everyone's ears stood at the reveal, Doe especially. “Fuck. Never figured him for a Clive."

“What's even more shocking is that Clive and Gordon used to date. I was Clive's dormmate at the time, so I heard them mating. They were fuckin' loud, passionate lovers. If they were rutting any given night, I'd pretty much give up any pretense of even trying to fall asleep while they barked and howled for hours... The three of us did a couple student films together. I was the editor, Gordon was director, and Clive was the screenwriter. Well, it's more accurate to say that Clive put up with screenwriting. He really wanted to direct, and he was always asking Gordon when he'd get a turn in the chair. Gordon never wanted to concede that position. It was what ultimately formed the first rift in their relationship.

“Then, one night, Clive comes home with tears in his eyes. He and Gordon just broke up. I didn't ask what happened, I just assumed they kept arguing about their given roles until Clive had enough. So, I comforted him and... one thing led to another and I started sleeping with him. We formed our own group, away from Gordon, and made our own student films, this time with Clive at the helm. Heh, dude was a fuckin' natural. He had such a way with actors and the rhythm of dialogue. We even won a student festival at the school, and I bet it really pissed that preppy labrador off. It really seemed like we would both graduate with high marks and calls to work for the big name studios...

“Hmph. Well, two weeks after our short won, I came back to my dorm, only to find Clive packing his things and leaving. He'd been expelled by the school board. For what reason? They wouldn't say. I asked Clive what happened and he never wanted to talk about it. I eventually confronted Gordon and asked what he thought happened and he just said, 'That mutt got what was coming.'"

Sven, Nick, and Doe seethed at that word. 'Mutt'. Sven and Nick were all too familiar with the words' connotation. Doe, while not a canine herself, had been friends with Rudd for a long while and was well aware of how hurtful it was to use that word in such a context.

“So. It's years later. We'd broken up in friendly terms after he moved out of the dorms. I had already graduated and I was editing for a documentary filmmaker, while Clive... hadn't gotten any work. And not just because he didn't finish his degree. It wasn't until much later that I learned about the blacklisting, and I just knew it was related to the expulsion and that sniveling retriever. But there wasn't anything I could do. Every position I recommended him for was met with a parade of no's. Eventually, Clive just... stopped talking to me.

“Two years pass, and I'm still doing documentary work... Then I get a call from Clive, only he says he's got a new name and a new title: Rudd Wyler, porno actor. He'd found a loophole to get around the blacklisting by settling in with the adult film industry, and he asked me to edit some of the movies he starred in. I'd seen my share of rut films throughout my life, but all the movies he made with Doe were fuckin' sensational. I said yes in a heartbeat and worked closely with him and Doe for years. It had been ages since I'd seen him happy. Dude's tail was wagging nonstop, he was getting consistent work. I was proud of him."

Doe smiled as she reminisced on those days acting with Rudd. “Definitely one of the best costars I've had the pleasure of fucking. He was a freak with that knot."

She and Jonah shared some laughter together, both looking back at his early days. “After a few years of working his tail off, Wyler finally earns enough money to start his own studio. Me and Doe sign on immediately."

“I was at the peak of my rising stardom at that time," Doe said as humbly as she could muster. “My involvement helped bolster its profile, and it allowed us to sign Jeremiah Stud on as an exec. Jeremiah had done regular-ass films in his heyday and was looking for a challenge. He may be a bastard, but he really pulled through for us in the financial department. Rudd was always great at getting non-porn film people involved to make the highest quality smut imaginable... If I had only known what he was going through, what it took to claw his way back to filmmaking..."

Doe hung her head down, thinking about how hard he struggled without everyone realizing. “While we were making waves in the porn scene, I remember Stanovski had won the Golden Mane for Best Narrative Feature. Rudd was always in a foul mood whenever he popped up in the news. He eventually spilled to me how he was blacklisted by that no-good lab... I had no idea it went back as far as college, though."

“And I certainly didn't think he'd come back to haunt him the second he became a blockbuster success," Jonah added.

“What if it wasn't a haunt, but a threat," Nick the fennec finally contributed. “Like, Rudd wouldn't just be upset if he showed up. Pissed, yeah, but not howl-at-the-sky angry. It must have been a reminder to keep him in line. To not fly too close to the sun."

“I honestly see it," said a distraught Sven. “Thing about canine culture across all countries is you don't just dominate someone who wrong you. You make them your bitch."

Allison rubbed her head. “And I thought the human film industry was bad. Much as I prefer it here, there are some things that remain constants in both worlds."

Jordana sighed, “I remember, Rudd asked to work with me because I composed the score for an indie short film. None of the other studios wanted an unproven talent. He not only saw my work but hired me on the spot."

“He hired me after I had a bad breakup with the seagull chick working as a UPM in my last gig," Flissa added to the chorus. “Every other studio thought of script supervisors as per-project gig workers. Rudd signed me a five year contract with his studio, wanted to take care of me and all his workers. Whatever he was blacklisted for, there's no way it was for anything wrong. Nicest dog in the biz."

Hunter receded into her thoughts. Everyone knew there was no way this problem was going away. If anything, the success of the film and the arrival of this Stanovski character meant it was only just beginning. The leopardess desperately thought of some way, any way, that she could help her director out. But nothing came up. The fact of the matter was that they couldn't go on anything without knowing the full story. What got Clive expelled? How did that carry over to an industry-wide blacklisting? Things just didn't add up.

“Is there any way we can find out ourselves now that we know his name? Has anyone tried Googling Clive Caldwell, or whatever this world's equivalent of Google is?"

Julie sighed, “I literally just did on my phone five minutes ago when Jonah brought his name up. No results. Also it's called Snoofer here. It's cute but hard to take seriously."

“Look, we'd only make things worse by forcing ourselves into this," Kiera said forcefully. “He'll tell us when he's ready—"

“No, he'll tell us when it's already too late!" Jonah interrupted. “I've known him a long time. What makes Rudd a great director is also his biggest weakness on this front. The guy thinks he can take on everyone's burdens as his responsibilities, like he's shouldering the weight of the entire world."

Hunter scoffed. There was no way that could be it. “Well, fuck, there's gotta be something we can do!"

A loud thump! interrupted everyone. The crew jumped out of their pelts as they turned around to find Rudd had reentered the cabin through the back patio door. “I'm turning on the fucking hot tub," he barked. “Anyone comes in with me, I'll bite their tail off." The canine proceeded to reach for the dial by the wall that turned on the hot tub jets, setting it at max heat. Afterwards, he took his shirt off and threw it at the radiator before heading back out and slamming the door back shut behind him.

The crew stared back at each other, unsure where to go from here. Wherever it was, there was no way they'd solve it tonight.

“I need a drink," Nick said while standing back up and making his way for the stairs. “And the lounge is stocked to the gills with high quality booze, so if anyone wants to join me in commiserating our canine friend, feel free to join me." As he padded up the stairs, more of the group stood up to do just that.

“I could go for a drink too," Doe said. “You gals wanna join?"

“I suppose," Julie said. “Might take the edge off before me and Kiera continue our mating season duties."

“Wow. Even after all that harrowing stuff, you two're still horny?"

“We're in love," Kiera simply stated. The two stood up, joining Doe and Nick up the stairs.

“Y'know, I haven't had a drink since I got pregnant with my last kit," Allison admitted. “I think now's as good a time as any to get back on the wagon."

“I join you, my love," Sven cooed as he licked the underside of Allison's pointed ear.

As the rest of the crew started to make their way to the lounge, Doe turned back to Hunter. “What about you, hun? Care to hang out."

“N-No thanks, Doe," Hunter said softly. “I think I'm gonna stay here and watch a movie."

Doe stared at her, knowing full well the feline was lying... but she couldn't stop her. She was an adult and it was mating season. The deer simply left her downstairs as she joined the others at the lounge. Hunter sat still on the couch for a moment, able to hear the hot tub in the backyard patio bubble and boil with her new ears. She could practically feel Rudd stewing in there, desperately trying and failing to relax his tensed up canine muscles.

Undeterred by his prior warnings, Hunter got up and stepped toward the patio door. She had to hear it from his muzzle.

---

Rudd sat and stared at the stars above as he let the hot tub jets massage his back, arms outstretched around the rim of the pool for ultimate relaxation. Yet none of that could fix the hole eating away at his chest, dissolving his spirit like bone in acid.

Hunter padded toward the tub with just her fishnet and underwear on. She and the rottweiler shared eye contact for a tense few seconds.

“You know, I heard your entire conversation in there," he deadpanned.

“Seriously?"

“I'm a rottweiler, Hunter. In your world, my breed is used as guard dogs. It takes more than a glass divider to get in the way of my hearing."

Hunter hung her head down, ashamed that they were already starting this conversation on a low note. “Was it true, then? All of it?"

The rottweiler sighed. “Yes, all of it. You got enough of a handle of the situation, no need for me to confirm or elaborate."

“I'm not here for that. I want to know if you're okay."

“Oh, I'm fine. Fucking peachy, in fact. Nice to know a friend I trusted to keep things secret would blab easily like that."

“He was worried for you. And you can blame me, I was the one who prodded him."

A low growl emerged from the pit of Rudd's throat. “I know... To tell you the truth, I'm glad you know now. It was irresponsible of me not to warn you what kind of bullshit your new career would be attached to."

“Rudd, that's enough. I've been through enough shit in my human life to handle something like this. It sucks, but that's how it is sometimes."

“Hmph, I almost forgot who I was talking to..." Rudd managed to soften considerably from the leopard's warm presence. He retracted his arms and scooched to the right to give Hunter room to sit with him. “Come on in, I don't like seeing you stand out in the cold like that."

“I'm a snow leopard, Rudd," she chuckled. “I'm pretty much in my perfect habitat right now."

“Doesn't mean you can't enjoy a good soak."

Hunter smiled back at the rottweiler before proceeding to take her top off, letting out her bare breasts and slipping her miniskirt off to expose her barbed ladycock. She stepped carefully into the tub so as not to slip, and immediately melted at the warm temperature. With a rumbling chuff, she lowered her body down til the water submerged everything up to her neck. Rudd smirked back at her.

“Good yeah?"

“Mrrrr, fucking incredible... That fucking labrador looked like a twerp, if you ask me. Honestly, if you just sic Jeremiah at him, he'll fold like origami."

“What's origami?"

“Oh god. My human references are flying right over your head, it's hard to keep track of who's who."

Rudd managed a laugh, his first one in hours. “I know the phrase 'fold like paper.' I assume it's an extension of that."

“See? Not so hard. Oh— Oooohh, fuck, that feels good." Hunter arched her back along one of the jets, purring and chuffing hard at the sensation. “Feeling better, Wyler?"

Rudd sighed.“Not really... If it were that easy to deal with Stanovski, I wouldn't have flipped out just now... But you're right. It's not like I don't have support. That's one thing I have now that I didn't all those years ago."

Hunter nuzzled his shoulder, wanting to comfort the canine. “We all love you, Rudd. You're the big beating heart of this whole outfit. We're behind you no matter what... But we can't support you if we don't know what we're dealing with. I'm not gonna force you to say anything you're not ready to say, but I'm asking you to just please consider."

Rudd thought long and hard as the bubbles of the tub overtook the calm silence of nature, a liquid static that droned in his ears and drowned out all distractions from his mind. “...One day, I'll tell you everything. I promise, I just... You don't know what it's like to nearly have everything you worked for taken away from you. I can't let that happen again. Not to you, not to the crew, not..."

He trailed off, realizing he was getting heated up again. Hunter pressed a paw on his chest to calm him down. “Hey, hey... It's okay... You don't have to tell me anything yet... Just breathe, Rudd. Just breed..."

Rudd rested his muzzle against the top of Hunter's headfur, closing his eyes and feeling all the anxiety and pain of his past melt away for a brief moment... Then his eyes shot back open, realizing... “Did you say 'just breed'?"

Hunter blinked. “Did I? Ah, shit! I-I'm so sorry. Slip of the tongue! I'm not trying to seduce you while you're in an emotional crisis, fuck, how insensitive. It's just, all these hormones and mating season and my heat flaring up, I genuinely didn't mean—"

“No, no, it's fine, I..." Rudd smirked, making his intentions known. “I wouldn't mind a good rut, right about now."

The leopard's muzzle curled into a grin. “Oh, wouldn't you..." Under the water, Hunter wrapped one of her legs around his, their paw pads touching. “You know, I'd do anything to make you feel better, Rudd," she said in her sultriest voice. “As much as I enjoy getting knotted by you, I think it would be more appropriate if I gave my mate a special gift tonight."

“Rrroo, I'd like that... I'd like that a lot." The rottweiler leaned back on his seat, tail wagging inside the bubbling cauldron while Hunter climbed atop him, lifting his legs up out of the water to present his tailhole. “Thank you, Hunter. I... I needed this."

“No need to thank me, Rudd. You made me this way, after all."

With that, the feline thrust her cock into the canine's hole, causing a sharp bark to escape his canine lips. “Mmm, you like that, little puppy? Being claimed by a superior predator?"

“Heh. You wouldn't have become a predator without my instincts. Nngh! Grrrf!" The dog grunted with each underwater thrust his star gave him. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, panting like a feral.

“Yeah, pant like that," Hunter teased. “I had a dog as a pet when I was a human. You remind me of him. So eager to please, so obedient—"

“Obedient?"

“Did I tell you to speak, _ boy _?" Hunter said in an authoritative tone. It shut the canine up good, causing him to lower his head in deference. “Aww, that's a _ good boy _."

A strange feeling tickled Rudd's mind. What was happening? He wasn't familiar with this kink. The canines of the anthro world never evolved or grew up with human socialization. Yet there was something about those words, “good boy," that prodded the folds of his brain. Why did they make him feel so... validated? It felt like many gods' fingers were scratching the back of his ear. And this was all happening while the human-turned-snow-leopard was pounding his hole within the heat of the hot tub. His mind felt as stimulated as his body, every receptor in his nervous system tingling with warm vibrations and sweet whispers. Yeah. Yeah, I'm a good boy, aren't I. Rrrff, such a good boy.

He had partly forgotten about Gordon's visit today, lost in the throes of mating season rut. Hunter formed a fanged grin as she watched the dog melt like putty in her furred arms. “Oh, you like that do you?... What a curious experiment. There must be some link between our worlds, after all. No way you'd know to wag your tail just from the phrase _ good boy , right?" She thrust into him again, hitting his sweet spot and leaving him a drooling mess. “Unless... Unless, that's what every canine wants deep down, no matter how evolved. It must be _hardwired into your little doggy brains. Isn't it, my _ good, good boy. _ "

“Rrrf... Arf! Arf! Rrrrr arf!" Rudd felt his thoughts dull at the praise he received. Worries about his career, his rivalries, his past, all faded into background noise as a chorus of _ good boy _ sang in his mind.

“Mmm, does my puppy want another thrust?" the feline asked, causing the rottweiler to nod his head rapidly like he was already being pounded like a jackhammer. “Such an eager _ boy ... How about you give me kisses." Rudd puckered his lips and lunged his muzzle at her, which prompted Hunter to bite at his ear, causing him to whimper. “No, _ bad _! Give me _kisses. Think, boy. I have a feeling it'll click for you."

Rudd felt lost for a moment, lacking the context this ex-human was inferring to him. He had to stop thinking. Thoughts got in the way. Let instinct guide you, he thought to himself. Recall your feral ancestors and allow them to take over. The canine shut his eyes, letting his dark, wet nose guide him to Hunter's paw. It smelled of tub water, but also something else. Not a scent, per se. A vibe, an attitude, a station of power... Like that of a human master.

Give her kisses. Be a good boy. Good boy...

Rudd leaned in and licked her paw, and not in a sexual way. It was slobbering, deferential, hungry. Hunter cooed lovingly. “Mmm, that's it. That's a _ good boy . Give mommy kissies. Oooh, yes. Aaaahhh..." She proceeded to thrust more into him, massaging his walls with the tips of her barbs. The sensation burned in Rudd's psyche, tattooed onto his subconscious. He'd been topped before; countless times, in fact. This was different. It was less like she was his master and more that he was her pet. Obedient pets were rewarded by Master, especially _ good doggies _ like him. _Grrr, that's what he was. A _ good, obedient doggy , worthy of praise and treats. _Wait, treats??? Where'd that word come from. That sounds... _ good. _ I could go for some treats right about now.

Hunter pounded harder and faster at her pet's rim as he began to lick not just her paw but her neck and muzzle, like a pet at the doggie hotel, happy to reunite with their master who returned from a long vacation. His inner walls tightened with each clinging tug of her barbs, turning him into her personal breeder bitch. Rudd had slept with more men than women in his lifetime, but even when he slept with the toppiest of tops he was hardly ever emasculated. Hunter was different. He'd be her bitch, her fuckpet, her personal sex toy. His mind and body tingled at the thought, while his own cock went completely hard from the relentless fucking the leopardess was giving him.

He finally stopped licking her face to bark and howl at the moon, completely enveloped in pure, simple pleasure. “RRRUFF! WOOF! WOOF! ARRR— ARROOOOOOOO!!"

“Yes, that's it!" Hunter encouraged. “Unh! That's a _ good boy . Here comes your treat! Mrrooow! I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Her member pulsed within his tailhole, desperately edging with each thrust and awaiting that divine release. The feline pressed her claim against the walls of the tub, fully immersing her tool inside of her canine lover. She was so close, _so close to giving him his treat. She wanted to show him what a _ good boy _ he's been to her, how wonderful and worthy he was, both as a pet and as a lover. She hoped that indulging in this instinctual high helped him forget about his—

“Grrrrff, tell me! Tell me I'm a _ good boy _, Master!" her pet screamed. “I've been so _ good _! I followed all the rules! I promise to never be _ bad _. Ruff, please, Master! Arrrooooooooooo..."

As hot as all this was to Hunter's mating season lust, her heart also felt warm hearing that from her director. Deep down, whatever hardships he had to endure, he did it for the good of his employees, his talent, his craft. She knew she could always rely on him... Huh... Was that what drew her to the rottweiler? That he too was dealt a rough paw in life and had to fight and claw his way through an uncaring industry in order to make something of himself? The more she thought about it, the more she felt that clear kinship with Rudd Wyler. Here they were, two struggling souls of separate species from across dimensions, who had managed to find one another and create a better life for themselves through their work and union. It was strangely beautiful...

And deliciously hot. This poor little puppy had been looking for a home all his life. Well, she'd give him one. She'd show him just how _ good _ he was.

“Mrew!" she thrusted. “GRROWWRR!" she thrusted again, as hard as she possibly could. Lightning surged in her and Rudd's interlocked nethers, the both of them building to a shared climax, just like one of their films. “Such a— RAAAHHNN! Such a! _ Good! Boy! _" With each shout of affirmation she crashed her cock into the end of the canine's tunnel, waiting for the explosion to finally come. “Nyah! Momma's about to cum. Be a _ good boy _ and make me cum!"

“AROOF! YES! I'M A _ GOOD BOY _! I'M— I'M—"

The fuse in Hunter's balls lit. They churned and groaned, producing a torrent of seed to mark her pet with once and for all.

“_ ARRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" _

“_ GRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWRRR!!" _

White hot ropes of jizz spilled within the water, coalescing with the bubbles to create a frothy, musky mixture, the product of their mating. The leopard and rottweiler panted in shared bliss, resting their heads together as they basked in the sweet glow of their rut. Hunter took her turn to lick Rudd back, sharing his affection back at him. The canine growled with delight.

“You were fantastic, Hunter."

“Mmmrrr, I only learned from the best..." The leopard nuzzled his neck happily, wrapping his thick frame with her arms while she imbibed his scent and taste. How lucky she was, to have been gifted this wonderful life and these lovely new friends... Perhaps more than friends, in some cases...

“Hey, Rudd?" Hunter hesitated, trying to work her way to her fateful words. “Thank you."

“Hm? For what?"

“For finding me. Choosing me. Bringing me here... I'm the luckiest human in the world." She melted atop his body, tenderly pressing her fur against his. For once, their physical contact felt more than lustful. She felt... safe, by his side. And he felt understood, properly seen, within the aura of her gaze. Whether it was just another mating season high, or a genuine romantic connection blossoming between the two anthros, it was hard to tell. Either way, they didn't want to let go of one another. Not for a while.

“I'm glad I found you too, Hunter... I'm really glad..." Rudd smiled warmly. Then paused, thinking about something intensely for a moment before finally coming to a conclusion. “You can call me Clive."

Hunter looked up at the canine adonis. “Really?"

“Well, when it's just the two of us. I'm still Rudd to the crew... But I haven't been called Clive in a long time. I had to run away from that name for years... But I'm not ashamed of who I used to be. So I should at least be Clive for some people... People like you."

Hunter smiled sweetly at him. “Okay, Clive. It's the least I could do after you called me by my real name."

“What, Terry?"

“No... Hunter." The leopard cuddled in Rudd's arms, feeling safe and warm in his presence. Rudd melted and held her back.

The two sat there, genitals intertwined under the water, basking in each other's company. Unlike their other ruts, this was their first that felt truly intimate, with no audience, no paparazzi, no cameras or solicitors. Just them in the wild, like the beasts they loved being.

...Well, almost no audience.

“Fuck... Don't think I've heard Rudd bark like that since we shot Pound Dogs together," Doe said from the upstairs window, having watched their courtship from the guest bedroom above. She turned to Julie and Kiera, who were casually drinking wine in bed together. “Glad he's out of that funk, though... I should use that next time I shack up with a canine. That Good Boy/Good Girl shit? Drives them up the fucking wall."

“You know," Julie started, “I totally used the Good Girl routine on a dalmatian chick during a shoot, once. She howled for hours after we finished filming, like a slutty puppy."

“Is that really how you treat dogs in the human world?" Kiera asked her fiancee. “Like you just have BDSM relationships with your pet ferals?"

“No no, it's literally the opposite. Here, the collar and leash originated in BDSM. In the human world, the collar and leash originated as a thing to take feral dogs on walks and then it got appropriated by the bondage community."

Doe chuckled, “You humans sure are strange creatures."

“Tell me about it," Kiera said jokingly as she elbowed her ex-human partner. Julie laughed and pounced on her beloved skunk before playfully nibbling on her ear. The rodent giggled, happy to have found her human too. “Ugh, minus that Gordon fiasco, this has been a perfect trip. Maybe we should just get married here and make the rest of the trip our honeymoon."

Julie's muzzle curled into a wide, cheshire smile. “Maybe we should..."