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The Ivory Claw was a historical moviehouse. Founded by leonine movie mogul Antonia Di Lezzorno, the theater stayed standing in the busiest part of Groveside for nearly a century. In other words, it was the anthro world's equivalent to the Grauman Chinese Theater in the human world, as much a tourist destination as it was the perfect place to premiere a big movie like Ruttweiler Pictures' latest sex romp.

The limousine had finally neared the historic theater, where a sizable crowd of press anthros crowded around a red carpet. Doe was already there, wearing a beautiful forest-green dress while posing with Rudd and Jeremiah. Hunter saw it all from the limo window, mouth agape at how Hollywood it all was.

“Fuckin' hell. You guys warned me porn is treated differently here, but my god."

“It's mating season," Kiera succinctly explained. “Porn's a hot ticket, this time of year. We even got awards shows for it."

“Heh. We have awards shows for porn in my world too. The most high-end one is held in a hotel, I believe." His eyes were glued to the paparazzi flashing their cameras around the carpet. “Fuck, this is it. I don't know who'll shit their pants first, them or me." The human began to hyperventilate. It was all culminating in this moment.

Julie rested a paw on his chest to calm him down. “Hey, hey, listen. I'll be blunt with you. They'll be very shocked at first. It'll be awkward... But we've got your back, and so does the entire studio. And when they see a huge star like Doe Adira welcome you by her side, it'll seem a little more normal for them. The longer they look at you, the more they'll see just another species in this world full of variety. Like all the others. Then, when they finally see you change on that big screen—"

“Mmmm, they'll be addicted to you," Kiera finished. Hunter nodded to himself, calming somewhat. “And hey, how do you think I feel?" the skunk continued. “I've never been in the spotlight before in my life. I'm just as nervous as you. Well, not just as, but— you know what I mean."

Hunter clasped his hand over her paw. “We'll support each other. Sound fair?"

Kiera smiled and clasped her paw over his hand. “You got it, costar."

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“PR for this latest work has been very hush-hush, especially for something from a high-caliber studio like yours. Are you worried it'll hurt your box office returns?"

Rudd and Doe chuckled together while Jeremiah stood stoically behind them. The interviewer, a rather busty toucan with a long, protruding beak and painted talons, was asking the kinds of vapid questions about profits the director and actor had grown tired of. The bull decided to cut in and answer for them, considering he was the money man and thus most qualified for the question:

“I've been in the industry for over forty years, produced narrative features and rut pics alike. The one constant that's carried over through the decades is the power of word-of-mouth. We believe we have something special here, something that people actually want to see. Exactly the kind of thing meant for a big screen, that you couldn't get from 'viral videos' on 'phones'."

Rudd cut in, embarrassed enough hearing the old bull rant about technology and wanting to nip it in the bud. “The theatrical experience isn't dead," the rottweiler proclaimed. “Online videos have their pros and cons, but one thing they'll never replicate is the communal experience of sharing a moment with strangers and experiencing a connection together. It's especially important during mating season, as we give way to our instincts and seek out communal pleasure."

Doe leaned in to the mic to affirm Rudd's sentiment. “A great movie, porn or not, is like great sex. It either knows your needs and delivers them, or opens you up to new sensations you never imagined, that you can only get from a mate's unique individual traits. Or in our case, an auteur's vision." The deer turned to Rudd, who nodded modestly at the compliment. She continued, “Seeing a good porn on a big screen is like being invited up to an orgy with the hottest creatures in the bar. Isn't that what mating season's all about?"

The toucan nodded, taking care not to tap her beak against the mic. “Your longtime costar Julie Chung was revealed in the credit list, but two new names have joined as well: Julie's current mate Kiera McIntyre, and a mysterious fourth name, Hunter Prey, who is first-billed even over you, Miss Adira. Do you think they deserve top billing as a newcomer?"

Doe opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, a limo pulled in to the red carpet. The cameras all turned to the vehicle, where the ferret driver walked up to open the door for the stars. Julie stepped out first, reaching her paw down to pull Kiera out of the limo with her. They shared a soulful kiss for the cameras, flashes peppering their display of affection.

Another leg poked out of the door, causing the cameras to flash once more, waiting to see who the next star would be.

The entire red carpet fell to a quiet stillness when Hunter fully stepped out.

Muzzles dropped, eyes bugged out, ears stood up, fur bristled, tails went stiff, and all Hunter could do was smile and wave confidently. Turns out, shocking an entire audience of anthros had a certain power to it. His very presence seemed to command everyone's attention. Terry Slate would've shrunk in their surprised gazes. Hunter Prey, on the other hand, seemed to bloom.

Julie and Kiera stood at opposite sides of their human costar, sticking their elbows out. Hunter locked arms with both of them and walked down the red carpet alongside his friends and costars. Doe clopped forward on her hooves to meet the three in the middle. She nuzzled Julie, then Kiera, and finally Hunter.

“You all look ravishing," the regal deer proclaimed, swelling with pride for her costars. She turned to Hunter specifically. “How do you feel, Hunter?"

Gasps emanated from the press. Whispers and murmurs spread. “That's Hunter Prey?" “The fuck is that, a costume?" “What the hell species is he?" “It can't be... Could it?" “A human? An actual human?" “No fucking way." “Gods, they look exactly like the rumors described." “Shit, stop sitting slackmuzzled and take pictures, this is the story of the century!" Occasional flashes finally dotted the wall of anthros sandwiching the carpet.

Julie was right, Hunter thought. As soon as Doe came to me, everyone grew less tense. The human smiled, amazed he was even nervous to start. “I don't know what to say," he finally answered the doe. “It's surreal to actually be out here." Hunter found himself choosing his words carefully, now aware that whatever he said would be recorded in the annals of adult film history.

“Everyone's excited to see what you've got, Hunter," Doe replied, knowing exactly how to work a crowd. “Think you'll disappoint them?"

Hunter took her hand, truly accepting his place in this world. “You said it yourself, Doe... I'm a star now."

Doe smiled, leaned in, and kissed the human gently. An explosion of camera flashes and shocked chatter filled the space between the carpet. When Doe let go, she joined in with Julie and Kiera, locking arms with them as a unified pack of costars. They walked down the carpet together to join Rudd and the toucan interviewer.

“Welcome to the show, Hunter," the rottweiler said proudly. “Ready to change this world?"

“As ready as I was for this world to change me."

Rudd chuckled. Kid learns fast. “I'll hold off the press. You four get seated, 'kay."

The four nodded, just about ready to enter the theater proper. But before they could, Doe stepped back to face the toucan. “To answer your question: yes, they deserve top billing. Hell, they might be the only costar I'd let top me any day~" She winked for the camera before walking with her fellow actors into the Ivory Claw, leaving behind a flurry of questions and flashing lights.

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Hunter and the girls laughed together as they made their way to the screening room, where rows of reserved seats awaited them and the entire crew. “You see the looks on their faces when I kissed you?" Doe cackled. “Ahahah! That's gonna be the defining photo op of my entire career."

Kiera laughed along. “And you sure kept the pressure off of me, Hunter. Knew I could count on you." The skunk's phone suddenly buzzed in her purse, bringing her to pull it out and read a series of incoming text messages. “Oh my god, my parents just saw me on TV."

Julie leaned in to see the screen, “Heheh, I bet they have a ton of questions."

“Completely ignored my surprise porn credit and asked who the hairless monkey next to me was."

Hunter laughed like a good sport. “Hairless monkey! I like that!"

The four scooted down the row to their reserved seats in the middle, each with a card labeled with their names. As they took their seats and continued chatting, more of the crew entered the theater to take their seats and wave hello. Francesca the costume lizard looked dazzling as always with a bejeweled satin gown, Jordana the feline composer shyly nodded to the four while wearing a simple blazer, and Pete the cameraboar came in wearing a white suit, rushing up to hug the actors from the row in front.

Jonah, professional editor and African wild dog, entered wearing a sharp, patterned suit that complimented his white and dark spots. Sitting directly behind the actors, he promptly shook hands/paws with Hunter for the second time, yet it felt like the first. “Wow. So weird to see you in human form," said the canine. Hunter smiled, reminded of their bathroom tryst at the wrap party. “Can't wait to see what you'll turn into next."

“You prolly won't have to wait very long," the human teased.

Rudd and Jeremiah finally arrived in the theater, sitting right in front of the actors in the second row. “You're the talk of the town already, Prey," the bull said while holding up his phone. “Every studio and press outlet is messaging us. Word-of-mouth is already spreading online. And we barely had to spend any PR budget. This thing's gonna make back a hundred times its cost and then some!"

Hunter took the phone and scrolled down to see the timeline of articles and social media posts talking about his surprise entrance. It was so surreal to think that back home he was nothing while here he was the most interesting person in the world.

Rudd gently took the phone away from the human and rested a paw on his shoulder. “They're all excited to see what you got, Hunter. And I know you're not gonna disappoint."

“Thanks, Rudd," Hunter said, smiling. “I couldn't have done it without you behind the camera."

The rest of the audience finally filed in to their seats, all staring at the reserved rows as they passed by. Bewildered mammals, reptiles, and avians took out their phones to snap pics of the strange human sitting in the audience with them, whispering to one another with theories as to how it was or wasn't a hoax.

“Excuse me!" a press otter yelled to Hunter from three rows behind. Hunter stood from his seat to better hear her out. “I'm Shelly Wintercoat from SBC! Are you and Doe Adira dating??"

Hunter smiled, relieved to get a relatively normal query for once. He turned to Doe, who smirked playfully back to give the go-ahead. “No, we're just costars," the human politely answered. “Although, we've done nothing that mates could not do." He winked to the otter, taking a cue from Doe's playbook. Said otter beamed with starstruck wonder before shuffling away to his seat. Hunter appreciated the straightforward question, finally starting to feel like a regular part of this world.

After a solid twenty minutes, the theater was fully seated. Rudd Wyler stood up and walked in front of the screen with a microphone to introduce the film:

“Ladies and gentlemen, species of all kinds... I'm very excited to share what we've been working on. With mating season upon us in just a few short hours, I wanted to interrogate what makes this time of year so special for us. In many ways, I spent my entire career chasing this answer, pursuing the meaning of our culture of pleasure...

“See, there are invisible ties that bind each of our species — the call of baser instincts that bring us together as a community. And we've lived so long with it that... we take for granted what our lives would be like without this integral facet of ourselves. This year, I met someone wholly disconnected from not just our way of life, but the invisible binding force that connects our world. Before, they were a mere outsider who couldn't be more divorced from this land... but in shooting this picture, we brought them into our fold, and we saw just what it means to be animals like us."

His eyes met with Hunter's by the end of the intro. The human found himself oddly moved by Rudd's speech. The rottweiler always managed to surprise Hunter with his hidden artistic depths. Either this just went to further show the difference between how anthros and humans treat porn, or Rudd really was a serious filmmaker working in an unexpected medium. Possibly both. Or maybe this was just Rudd's way of thanking the human for allowing this film to happen. Either way, Hunter Prey was grateful to the canine.

“I present to you, a Ruttweiler Pictures Double Feature: Hunter Prey in... The Ties That Bind." The audience clapped as Rudd returned to his seat and the lights dimmed. Julie clasped Kiera's paw tightly, Doe's little flag tail wiggled in anticipation behind her, And Hunter's heart pounded, finally about to see his own experiences played back to him with new eyes and perspective.

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The first short opened with Hunter running down the hallway with only his underwear. One second in, and the audience was already murmuring restlessly to each other.

“What the fuck, he's got nothing. No hide, no pelt..."

“Looks like a feral chicken plucked clean."

“And what are those tiny little shorts he's wearing. D-Do humans really wear stuff like this?"

“C'mon, that's clearly CG. It's so obvious and fake-looking."

“Tell that to the real guy sitting five rows ahead, idiot."

On screen, Doe opened the door for Hunter and let him in. Immediately, her screen presence was felt, causing even the most discerning anthros in the audience to produce musky scents that filled the screening room. A low, plucky bassline accompanied the footage, very much the work of Jordana the composer. It was just subtle enough, not getting in the way of what was happening on screen, while still putting the viewer in the right mood of curious anticipation.

“ I've never seen such a strange species on my doorstep. What do you call yourself?"

“ I'm a, ah... a human. Are there... no humans here?"

“ Not that I know of. You might be the first I've ever seen."

It had been a long time since Hunter watched something in a movie theater. Between school and work, he never had time to see a movie that wasn't streaming. He forgot the raw power of a booming sound system, a towering screen, everything that made movies feel larger than life. It felt especially strange watching porn in one, to see something so taboo in the most mainstream form imaginable. But rather than cognitive dissonance, the juxtaposition managed to reinforce both the porn and the theater experience, making the on-screen footage hotter and more visceral, while the theater experience felt more limitless and unconfined by 'good taste'.

As the Doe on screen rubbed her hoof-capped fingers over Hunter's bare skin, the real Hunter felt a shiver and a tingle, conjuring memories of when Doe touched him on set. It was like reexperiencing the change all over again. His dick already stood in attention, especially with the combined pheromones of an entire audience of horny anthros filling the room. It truly was bizarre, getting off on footage of yourself, though he certainly wasn't complaining. Hunter could only imagine how the audience felt witnessing this footage for the first time.

“ Awww, there, there, little human. Whatever you are, I can't just leave a stray cold and helpless like this, especially without a warm coat of fur to protect them from the cold."

The film continued, Doe's encounter with her human prey growing more suggestive. Eventually, the scene played of Doe teasing Hunter about his boxer briefs and asking him to take them off. As he did and showed his circumcised cock, light gasps scattered across the theater. Less and less of the audience were convinced this human was a trick of costuming or VFX, and the reality of his presence became known.

It was around this point that on-screen Hunter's ears began to lengthen. The real Hunter finally saw what he looked like mid-transformation for the first time. Even he was amazed with how the changes slowly spread through his body; with the big screen, he could make out even the tiniest follicles of fur sprout on his arm, something he was too worked up to notice during the shoot.

Meanwhile, the editing used perfectly timed intercutting between the long first take and cropped close-ups that accentuated both the change and the intimacy. Skin brushing up against fur, hooves next to fingernails, eyes ever so subtly shifting color. Hunter didn't think Rudd and his crew could fully capture the strange confusion wrapped in ecstasy he felt during his first transformation, but they were damn close.

“ Oh, thirsty are we? Mmm, well I can't just treat my guest to boring old tea now. I'll have to bust out a finely aged bottle. Something to show my guest how special he is."

A low, canine growl emanated from the audience. Hunter turned around to find a poodle woman shifting in her seat, trying to hide her wagging tail. The telltale scent of canine femcum wafted from her seat and down to the reserved rows, adding to the onslaught of musk that was filling the room. The human felt imbued with unexpected power upon seeing it. He just made a complete stranger from an alternate world utterly wet with lust. And not just her. It seemed the entire audience's defenses and reservations began to melt as Doe seduced the human on screen.

Hunter's heart raced. He could feel everyone's arousal pouring into his very soul. Is this how all anthros feel during mating season? he thought. Is it really so communal that a single spark of pleasure could spread throughout a room like embers into a wildfire?? That's... so fucking hot.

On screen, Hunter's character finally leaned down to suck Mommy Doe's cervine cock, causing moans and growls from multiple audience members. The human picked up an overwhelming melange of multiple species' scents, all bleeding into one another and creating a collective musk that unified the room into a singular need for selfish, hungry pleasure.

Hunter was almost confused as to how he could tell which scent belonged to which species before he brought his hand up to touch his face. Not only was black and gray fur spreading across the top of his hand, but he could feel his nose had broadened. Almost... flattened. The realization caused a thick vibration in the pit of his throat, an involuntary rumble that shook his entire being.

Looks like I already lost the feline bet with Julie and Kiera, the human thought. He found himself unable to stay mad about it, however, as a pleasurable thrum spread around his cock to signal its own exquisite change. Hmm, maybe I'll get to make their wish of having a kitten come early~

His thoughts were interrupted as the audience's groans and growls crescendoed. He looked back up at the screen and saw that Film-Hunter was already almost done changing into a bunny, body coated in fur, ears nice and long, and muzzle fully formed. Fuck, how long was I out?? the human wondered. Time seemingly stretched and squashed in alternating patterns and pulses while within the growing cloud of pheromones enveloping his being.

Hunter was unprepared for just how powerful the influence of being around so many horny anthros at once truly was. Turning back to see how the audience was liking it, he found many had already reached their paws, hooves, and talons down their pants, or opened them up entirely to let their meat or folds splay out. The sound of dicks being jerked and holes being fingered created a symphony of jostling flesh that perfectly complemented the sounds of bunny tongue wrapped around deer cock that filled the theater's acoustics.

“Nyahhh!" was all Hunter could yell as he felt something reach into his own pants. He looked down to find Doe, the real one sitting next to him, was massaging both his and her own cock with both hoofed hands – a double handjob/masturbation combo. Hunter moaned along, joining with the collective pleasure that flooded the theater.

“ Swear to Mommy you'll listen only to her. You belong to Mommy now. No one else matters but Mommy."

“ Yes, Mommy..."

“ Furthermore, you won't just listen to Mommy. You'll obey Mommy."

Doe looked into Hunter's eyes as her own visage towered on the giant screen and her hand squeezed his throbbing cock. “You were such a good girl, sweetheart," she cooed. “I'm very proud of you, you know." Hunter would normally object to talking in the movie theater, but the situation was well past that. The changing human smiled back at his Mommy Doe.

“I couldn't have done it without you, Mommy~" His pitch had raised again, similarly to how it had raised in the film. The sensory overload of physical and cinematic pleasure practically sandwiched Hunter in pure bliss.

“ And finally... you must never, ever think about being human, ever again. Whatever home, whatever life you once had? You have to say goodbye. This is your home now. Mommy is all that matters to you. If you don't surrender to Mommy, then I won't be able to breed you."

“Rrrrrghh! AWOOOOOOOOOOO!!" A wolf woman near the back row fully howled at that line, coating the seat in her lupine herm-sperm. Her tongue lolled out of its accompanying muzzle while she panted in bliss, the film only pushing her descent into a feral mindset. The explosion of debauchery grew contagious, like a yawn that spread through a classroom. More than half the audience began loudly and proudly barking, squawking, caterwauling, roaring.

And for those that didn't, the next line surely got them to join...

“ Mmmmuuhhh. Mommy! Mommy, yes! Anything for you! I'll be your loyal servant. I'll lick your hooves clean! Whatever I was before doesn't matter anymore! Just please breed me, Mommy! I need to be bred!"

Together, the room had witnessed the first filmed transformation, and it was addicting. Seeing this innocent human become a submissive, horny beast unlocked something in everyone's animal minds. New fetishes were borne that night. Some developed a desire to transform and claim a human of their own. Some, a desire to be the one transformed, changed into something baser, looser, filthier. Never had these anthros ever seen their own sexual proclivities wielded with such all-consuming power, and over such a susceptible, slutty little creature.

“ I... I'm ready, Mommy. Breed me. Please..."

“ Is my babygirl a human or a bunny?"

“ Mmmm... What's a human??"

“Mrrrr! MRROOOOOOOOOOOOWW!!" Animal calls to mate and breed spread through the room. The entire theater sounded and smelled like a zoo, a menagerie of captive animals left with nothing to do but fuck each other's brains out! A lion crawled over an antelope's seat to rut into his tailhole. Gator twins Mila and Gayle took turns licking and suckling a random mountain ram's member. Doe herself bit and suckled on Hunter's flattening ear, bringing him to loudly purr just as the Doe on screen shoved her cock into bunny Hunter's quivering pussy.

Rudd and Jeremiah smiled at each other, reveling in the emphatic response from their first audience. The film was a hit, as they expected. The bull gave the rottweiler a knowing smirk before unzipping his pants, letting his bovine cock hang free. “You did me a solid, pup. Let's let bygones be bygones, okay?" Rudd licked his chops eagerly.

“Stud, you read my mind." The canine hungrily slobbered all over Jeremiah's thick tool, momentarily forgiving his boss for all the times they drove each other crazy throughout the making of this picture. Because at the end of the day, it wouldn't have turned out this good without their penchant for butting heads... and giving head.

Kiera fingered herself like mad at what was on screen. Julie was as well, but going at a slower pace, having already been audience to the display when she watched the take in person. She turned to her girlfriend next to her. “Oh, yeah~ You didn't get to see this one, did you?"

“Ahh! It's almost— neh! As good! As what we shot!! Mmmuuuhhh..."

Julie grinned and wiggled her digits in front of the skunk. “Think you can fit another one?" Kiera could only nod furiously in her addled state. Julie smiled and nuzzled her girlfriend while squelching her finger beside Kiera's, the two finger-wrestling within her furred folds.

Hunter was grateful that they were so preoccupied with each other that they hadn't noticed they won their bet yet, as the human continued to watch his face push out into a proto-muzzle, upper lip splitting and tongue flattening and thickening. While his tongue changed, Hunter was overcome with a new urge, an instinct to groom his new fur. The changing human eagerly lapped at the back of his hand as the digits thickened, easily succumbing to the urge. He'd never felt a more satisfying feeling, like picking at a scab but without any of the pain or blood. The new fibres coating his now sandpaper tongue made each lick feel heavenly, combing and sculpting his body into a perfected state.

Doe giggled at the sight of the changing human. “Heheh! How is it that whenever I change you, I make you a proper lady."

Hunter interrupted his grooming to look down. His chest was growing, fat redistributing and nipples bulging into sensitive nubs. Hunter could feel his, or rather, her chest balloon, glands already producing and filling his mammaries with milk. Mmmm, milk, the increasingly feline human thought. Nectar from the gods, the bounty of life itself! When this is all over, I wanna lap up an entire bucket of milk, find the nearest cow anthro and drink her tits dry. Mrrrrow, what could taste better than—

“NYAAA!" Hunter mewled as Doe began sucking at her growing, sensitive tits. It seemed the craving for dairy was infectious. The changing feline moaned, feeling her own sense of release as her cervine friend drank her up. “Mrrrr, keep going~ Let me be your mommy mrow~" Hunter meant to say now instead of mrow but that didn't matter, as a new sensation hit her feet next. She kicked her shoes off, feeling her soles grow and crack while they re-shifted into a digitigrade stance.

“ That's right, Hunter. Mommy's almost there. Mommy's... nnah. Mommy's got you!"

“ Don't let go, Mommy! Breed me good!"

On screen, Doe was just about close to breeding her bunny companion. The audience moaned louder as both actors grew closer and closer to their ultimate climax. Everyone was enraptured, completely taken with this new and original cinematic experience. They were just about ready to surrender to it, letting the film take hold—

“ AAANNHHH! HUNTERRRR!!

“ MOMMYYYYYYYYY~"

The entire theater exploded with fluids, erupting all over and coating the seat and floors in cum and drool. Kiera splooshed, Jeremiah shot sperm into Rudd's maw, and milk dribbled from Hunter's breasts and Doe's muzzle. Each audience member felt themselves changed, all basking in a communal afterglow, thrumming to the beat of the two actors' heavy breathing.

“ You're mine now, sweetheart. Mommy loves you."

With the final kiss, the film went straight to the first round of credits before intermission. No one was even in their right mind to applaud yet, all spent in absolute orgasm. Only the heavy pants and breaths of the audience echoed over Jordana's jazzy score. Total strangers held each other close; nuzzled, cuddled, licked, and kissed. An entire room had come together, in more ways than one.

One of the viewers, a dripping possum, looked down at the reserved rows and saw an unbelievable sight. “Hey! Hunter's changing! He's really doing it!"

The rows above all gasped and shuffled as they turned to see if it was true. Before them, they could see the actors they had just enjoyed on screen now enjoying each other for real. It was also even further incontrovertible evidence that the human truly was transforming species, and into a new one at that!

Everyone stood in rapt attention at the post-credits show being put on for them, as gray and white fur crawled across Hunter's skin and turned into a proper pelt. A pattern of black and brown spots formed across the new feline, her flattened nose taking in all the cum and juices that now filled the air to form an extraordinary concoction of musk. Julie, Kiera, Jeremiah, and Rudd all stared at their star proudly, watching her third transformation be received by a proper live audience of total strangers. Tails wagged and mouths watered at the sight, unable to believe what they were seeing but blissfully happy to witness it in person.

Doe lifted her muzzle from the new feline's breasts, licking her mouth clean of cat milk. When she looked up, she saw the rows of anthros staring hungrily at them. “Mmmm, Hunter~ Looks like you're not the only one enjoying your transformation."

Hunter turned around and made eye contact with her new audience... her new fans. Just that gaze brought half the room to orgasm again. Power surged into her yet again, but of a different kind than the dominating hunger of his time as a male bear. This felt... regal. Like she was a queen entertaining her loyal subjects. She didn't just own her lovers, but her whole audience, commanding them through sheer sexual prrrrowess. Her new rounded ears finally lifted to the top of her head as she stood up and bowed before her subjects.

The applause finally came, shaking the room with the ferocity of an earthquake. More pride swelled in the big cat, taking in their musk and adoration with a deep breath. A rapturous high hit the pleasure center of her brain, shifting her mindset yet again into a new kind of personality.

“Mrrrr... You all enjoy the show??" Cheers, barks, meows, and bleats all collided. Doe smiled, proud to see her costar learn to command a room of fans just as the deer had done throughout her own career. Hunter smiled at her adoring thrall. “As much as I'd love to congratulate you all for being my first audience, we still have one more film to show you all tonight!" More cheers, both feral and civilized, filled the theater. “I'm still not done changing, though. I want you all to promise me you will watch the screen and not me. A lot of wonderful people of varying species poured their blood, sweat, drool, and other fluids into this feature, and I will leave if I see I am distracting from their hard work... You will all behave yourselves until the credits, will you?"

A collection of sultry moans answered back. Hunter grinned, teeth sharpening into powerfully sharp fangs. She could feel their devotion pouring into her very being, like animal subjects bowing to the queen of the jungle. Her new whiteish-gray fur betrayed that sentiment, however. Perhaps it was more appropriate to say she was queen of the mountain.

“Very good. Enjoy our next film!" The big cat sat down as the audience applauded.

Rudd leaned in from his seat in front of hers. “Grrrgh, great job, Hunter." The canine could hardly hide his lust for the star now, his red cock in full display out of its sheath. Hunter stared at the tool with a new sense of desire. It looked so... juicy... mouth-watering... And the dog himself seemed to be drooling at her form too. He had never been so openly horny for her transformations before, but that was while he was on the job, being professional. Now, free of directorial obligation, Rudd Wyler saw Hunter Prey not as an actor or a coworker, but as another horny animal, one he intended to claim for himself as soon as readily available.

She remembered when Jonah let slip that the rottweiler had plans for her first mating season. Perhaps he chose tonight to finally enact those plans. Whatever he had in mind, Hunter smiled lustfully back at him, showing him that she was ready to finally let herself be directed. Directed hard.

The lights dimmed again and everyone returned to their seats for the second part of the double feature. The second film opened on a close-up of Hunter's human self with his eyes closed. The currently feline Hunter now saw her human body with a sense of alienation, like something that she no longer recognized as herself, even as her current transformation was partly unfinished. Her hands and cock remained unchanged, and now that she knew what species she was becoming, there was also the matter of finally getting the nice, long tail she had craved for so long.

Hunter was worried she'd become the focus of the audience with this new change. That worry melted as soon as the film cut to Julie in her dominatrix outfit, successfully gluing the horny anthros back to the screen. The real Julie jumped in her seat, holding Kiera's paw as they awaited their scenes together.

Meanwhile, Hunter began to stroke her still-human cock, ready for it to shrink and become a dripping cunt like her last gender transformation. Doe rubbed her antlers against the feline's skull, bringing her to purr again. “You did spectacularly up there," the deer whispered encouragingly. “You were born for our world, doll."

“Nnnah... Thank you, Doe... I couldn't have done it without you..."

On screen, Julie had begun sexually torturing the still-human Hunter, playing with his wants and desires and twisting them into bestial hunger.

“ Bad pet! Bad!"

“ Graaagh! Nnnuuuuhhgh! Ah! Ah! Agh! Fnnnaah!!"

“ I can't hear you, you useless fucktoy!"

“ Please!"

“ Please... who?"

“ Please!.... Mistress!"

Another canine in the audience howled at the screen, already cumming again at the kinky display. And even then, he couldn't stop himself from jerking his red rocket for another consecutive round, as the film and its pleasurable scenes were far from over. Hunter stifled a yowl, wanting her subjects to feast on her and the crew's hard work instead of her current change.

Next to her, Julie continued to pleasure her girlfriend. Kiera moaned as both her and Julie's fingers intertwined inside of her gaping vent. Julie leaned closer to whisper into the skunk's ear, “Did you enjoy having me be your Mistress for the shoot?"

“Mmmm, yes! Yes, yes, yes..."

“Purrrrrr... Would you like me to repay you... Mistress?"

“Unh, yes!" Kiera smiled devilishly, she loved her fiancee so. “Lick me, my pretty kitty. Drink from me while I watch myself spray all over you~"

“Mmmrrr, as you wish, Mistress."

Julie got off her seat and kneeled down to dig her tongue into Kiera's folds. The skunk's striped tail lashed in her seat, moaning and trilling as she continued watching her girlfriend own the screen that encompassed her entire vision. Two counterparts, reality and fiction, coming together to create a most satisfying whole right up in her hole.

The Hunter in the film was already well on his way to changing into a big grizzly hunk. The real Hunter hardly recognized herself. A perverse thought hit her, almost forgetting that she and the bear on screen were the same person. She imagined her feline self being plowed by that bear, making her into a good girl, a whore of a kitten. And if that slutty bunny from the prior film could rub herself out while watching them? Ooooh, that would be the cherry on the sundae.

Hunter couldn't stop imagining it. All her prior transformations, current transformations, potential future transformations, all meeting in a room together for the most fulfilling, masturbatory orgy in anthro history. An all-species gangbang that included every form under the sun. Hunter growled as she thought about it. She had to change more, become more, absorb every delectable experience this world had to offer. All to add to the great orgy of the self in her mind, her ultimate collection.

“Mrow!" she exclaimed. A strange sensation hit her sensitive, still-forming paw pads as she jerked her cock. Looking down, she saw that the cock hadn't shrunk at all. If anything, it was growing and shifting in size and form. Her growing pads tickled when they made contact with the member. But how could that—

Oooohhh, the big cat chuffed to herself. After all, what kitty cock was complete without a set of barbs to cling one's claim.

Doe smiled as she massaged Hunter's changing cock. “Mmmm, looks like I'll have another big dicked woman to play with, this mating season. How delightful~"

A war of hormones assaulted Hunter's already species-addled mind. Testosterone raged in her, waiting impatiently to breed a subject and mark her with her seed. Her balls churned with litters of kittens — hell, she could practically hear them mewling in her mind, waiting to be brought to life by a proper feline womb. At the same time, estrogen coursed through her veins and begged to be claimed as well! To submit to her own male urges and be a loose slut for any other males waiting to use her hole... _Mrrrow! _It was all so overwhelming!

Hunter thought she had experienced all that gender had to offer, both as a submissive and feminine bunny girl, and as a dominant and masculine bear. Never did she think she'd find herself lodged firmly between the spectrum like this. Her warring urges fought for space in her mind, pushing each other inside a crowded elevator. A hunger to consume, a thirst to be spent. To claim or be claimed. This selfish cat would have it all, and at the perfect time of year no less.

“Wanna feel something good?" Doe cooed as she leaned her muzzle down. Gracefully, the doe opened her lips and sucked on Hunter's new barbed cock. The snow leopard she was becoming almost roared at the explosion of sensations. It was so different from having her cock sucked as a guy. This dick had the sensitivity of a dripping cunny, her meat practically shuddering at each slimy lick and slurp from her cervine costar. It was unlike anything the ex-human had ever imagined! This world never ceased to surprise and amaze her. She couldn't wait to fully dive into mating season with this most perfect form for experimentation.

The audience devolved again as the now ursine Hunter on camera was leashed and reduced to a feral mess by his feline Mistress. His growls shook the seats through the theater's sound system, briefly acting as a vibrator for everyone in the room. As the siamese dominatrix on the screen climbed atop her new pet and ordered him to clean her cunt, the crowd was lulled into a false sense of security, thinking this half of the double feature would go along much like the first...

That all changed when Hunter took charge of the scene and began dominating his Mistress, becoming her Master while she shifted into a mewling pet. It was at that moment that the audience, who thought they had finally gotten a handle of this transformative porn, completely lost control. At this moment, anything seemed possible and everything felt attainable.

“Grrrgh! Fuck her, Hunter!" a female coyote growled at the screen. “Yip! Yip! Make her your pet! Make us all pets! Yip!"

A hyena cackled as he jerked off rapidly. “Heeheehee! Yes, Daddy! I'm gonna cummmm!!"

Everyone thought they were done as the new bear bred his pet and members of the audience came for their second or third times. They panted in unison, expecting credits to roll. None of them could have predicted another actor, a ravishing skunk woman, would enter the scene.

Multiple pairs of anthro eyes bugged out at the reveal. It's still not done?!

“ Wh-What have you... done to my pet!"

“ Who are you...?"

“ Mrrr, Mistress~! She... She was the first to change me. She blessed me with this wonderful form~"

“ Is that so... Would you like to show your former Mistress who you truly are now?"

“ Mmmm, of course, Master~"

“ Baby, baby, what's gotten into you. Are you okay?"

“ Mrrow, better than okay. Master reminded me of the wonders of being changed."

“ I don't understand, babe. Don't I do that for you, every night?"

“ Mew, of course, Mistress~ But there was still more. Something else my Master has now awakened me to~"

“ Oh, r-really? What's that?"

“ How to change you."

The herm wolf woman in the audience that howled from the first film howled again as she expended even more of her ladycum. This was perhaps the most pivotal scene for the anthro audience, one that implicated their perspective as voyeurs to this display and pulled them directly into the fantasy. Kiera the skunk became the audience surrogate, the average non-porn-star anthro a viewer could identify with outside of this transformative situation. As she was brought into Hunter and Julie's kinky play, the audience themselves became fully submerged in the throes of a more subtle transformative pleasure, one that hinged on the psychological. At that point, transformation fetish was cemented into every member of the audience, and they couldn't wait to add it to their roleplay for this year's mating season.

The real Kiera beamed at the sight of herself on the big screen. She wasn't the most camerashy person throughout her life, but it was still very surreal to see her body and visage projected on such a larger-than-life screen. Julie took a break from licking the skunk's pussy to enjoy the sight of her fiancee. “The camera loves you, my musky skunky~"

“Ahhh," Kiera shuddered, watching herself get bound, bred, and spit-roasted on screen. She couldn't believe she had done something so rash and unpredictable. This leap of faith she took was now recorded in everlasting infamy, hearing the enthusiastic growls and moans from what were sure to be new fans of her. The skunk felt a little more dominant now that she was surrounded by a thrall of satisfied viewers.

Suddenly, she pushed Julie's muzzle further into her muff. “Lick your Mistress, my pretty kitty. You're not the only star in this relationship now. So drink up."

“Meeooww, as you wish, Mistress~" Julie happily lapped up the skunk's pussy as hard and passionately as she possibly could.

Kiera moaned, overwhelmed by the very feeling that had subsumed Hunter earlier, of being double-teamed by the memories of pleasure she took part in being projected on screen and the real pleasure currently rocking her folds. For once, the ordinary skunk felt at even ground with her porn star kitty. She had wondered before if she could take the kinds of leaps and chances that Julie had their entire relationship. Now, thanks to Doe's interference, her wish had come true.

Hunter moaned as she watched Kiera get spit-roasted and teased to spray her musky juices out like a feral beast. Doe was sucking her barbed cock harder now, muzzle pressing down to her groin, cold nose bumping and tickling against her furry belly button. The only part of Hunter that was still human was her hands, and even those were finally ballooning in size, finally shifting into proper paws.

“MRRAAAAAGHH!" the snow leopard screamed. For the first time, Hunter felt a sharp pain in her transformation as her once human fingernails were pushed out of his digits by the emergence of sharp, retractable claws. Her toes felt the same, sharply expelling the thick keratin to make way for her new, razor-like protrusions.

Her screams melted into moans, however, as the pain made way for further ecstasy and the feline claws grew and fully formed inside of her paw-fingers and toes. It was like being pulled out of hell and back up to heaven, or like ripping a band-aid off a nasty wound only to let it bathe in warm, bathing sunlight. Hunter now flexed her fingers and toes, feeling the claws press in and out, in and out. It felt... sublime.

She had never felt so powerful, even compared to her mighty, muscular bear form. Now, she felt like a proper predator, an instrument of the hunt, designed for stealth and quick pounces. Grrr, if only she could pounce Doe right now, bite into her neck and then breed her full of kittens. Doe would have no choice but to bleat in pleasure, unable to leave as the barbs on her new feline cock dug into her inner walls and made sure they remained clung together. Mmmmfff, and Julie would be next. She'd give her a proper kitten, one wild and undomesticated. Instincts called out and told her to teach the half-breed that would spawn from their mating how to hunt in the snow and catch fish straight of the river with their strong jowls.

Everything in her feline body told her she was an apex predator, the apotheosis of the anthro form. She couldn't think of a better body to experience mating season with. The powerful huntress' instinct that told her exactly how to approach each and every species in the room, the shared gender organs of tits and cock for maximum physical pleasure, the dueling urge to breed and be bred. The snow leopard laughed within her vibrating chuff. Everything mating season had to offer now belonged to her.

Hunter roared as she came, thick ropes of salty feline cum filling Doe's muzzle and continuing to shoot up to the high theater ceiling as the deer let go of the barbed cock and swallow as much seed as she could in her throat. It was around this moment that the rest of the theater came at the sight of Kiera spraying her skunk juices all over her Master, Mistress, and their carnal dungeon. A chorus of feral mating calls filled the auditorium as everyone was unified in pure, unfiltered pleasure.

As the Hunter, Julie, and Kiera on screen began to cuddle with each other in the aftermath of their kinky lovemaking, credits began to roll. The worked up audience's mating instincts flicked on like a switch. Now that the film that had worked them up so hard was now over, everyone was free to mate each other without reservation! Strangers began kissing, licking, and fucking one another with reckless abandon. A rat woman clambered over the rows of seats to lunge at a beautiful serval and rut her silly. A herm cow woman and a male chestnut stallion took a cue from the film they just watched and spitroasted a slutty shih-tzu. A duo of vixens devolved into feral yips as they sixty-nine'd one another, drinking thirstily from each others' clits.

Hunter basked in both her recent orgasm and the collective orgasms that now filled the theater thanks to her and the crew's work. It all finally hit her. The film was a success and the general public loved her transformations. Finally, she was accepted by her new anthro brethren. And the love train was just revving up.

While half the theater rutted each other, the other half had turned to see the human in the reserved row now almost fully transformed into a snow leopard in a half-torn tuxedo. They licked their chops hungrily, many people drooling at the sight of the ex-human that had just introduced them to a new world of sensual delights. The crowd of horny beasts pushed over each other and toppled over the rows of seats, fighting to get to Hunter first.

An antelope woman was first to reach her, licking her footpaws like a loyal servant to a stately queen. “Welcome to our world, Miss Prey~" she said enthusiastically. “You were so wonderful up there! Nneeehh! Thank you for sharing your talents with us!"

Before Hunter could thank her, a dalmatian man came up and suckled one of her padded fingers. “Mmmph, please. Come over to my place for mating season! I-I wanna turn you into a canine, I wanna hear your vocal chords change as you revert to a barking feral!"

“Oh! Oh! Sign my tits, Hunter!" a reindeer woman begged as she ripped her blouse off. “I want my future fawns to know I was here for this historic day!"

Hunter was overwhelmed by all the new admirers she had gained. She turned to her costars, each of whom smiled at her proudly. The new feline realized she had more than just debuted her talents. No, no. Now it really was true. She had fans, adoration, a performance that cemented itself in adult film history.

Hunter Prey was now, officially, a goddamn star.

The snow leopard gave in to the thralls of fans pleasuring her. She leaned in to lick a kneeling malamute, causing him to cum on the spot and collapse in twitching pleasure. A komodo dragon suckled her gray-furred balls with his thick, forked tongue. Her body was stretched and sucked and humped in every direction. Hunter felt herself gliding, like being lifted in a moshpit by a thousand arms.

Never in her wildest dreams did she think her life would culminate in such an earth-shaking moment for not just herself, but for this strange world that was now her second home. It was too easy to submit to this life, perhaps too good to be true. Well, maybe too good to be true in the human world. Here, though? It was exactly the kind of good that was true every day, especially during mating season. For once, Hunter felt fully included in this world, embraced by its people and culture as she indulged in mating season ritual. She couldn't wait to continue this new, miraculous life, and share its pleasures with as many of its citizens as she could fit in her holes.

“Grrrrgh, RUFF! RUFF!"

A loud, halting bark interrupted the adoring fans pleasuring Hunter. They all stopped and turned to the row in front of them, where famed director Rudd Wyler growled with territorial instinct guiding his bulging red rocket. “She's mine," the rottweiler said with curt finality.

Hunter felt her leopard cock twitch at his powerful gaze. She had never seen Rudd look so dominant, so commanding, so... hungry. His canine cock pulsed below, practically itching to fill the feline and knot her. Hunter couldn't help but leak puddles of pre at the sight of it, as Rudd climbed over his seat row and parted her fans out of the way to stand muzzle-to-muzzle with her. The canine growled with an overwhelming intensity, ravenous and feral.

“The moment I saw you, Hunter, I knew you had a beast inside of you," Rudd said, staring deep through her changing leopard eyes and into her very soul. “I watched you for days while infiltrating the human world. Your scent immediately took me. It put me on a leash and pulled me wherever you went."

Hunter's cock stirred, lengthening further out of its new sheath to the point that it almost touched the canine's tip. For once, Rudd looked like a sexual being rather than her director — a side of him he had kept hidden, waiting patiently... for this moment.

“I never smelled anything like it. Even as a human, you captivated me. Inside, I knew you were the perfect star. But my instincts....... they told me otherwise." He growled with a burning frustration. "To my feral lobe, you were but a toy to use, a meal to consume... I fought those instincts every day we worked together. Held my bestial lust back all for the sake of professionalism, to ensure you had everything you needed to become a star... Now, I can't hold them back any longer." Rudd grabbed Hunter's feminine, rosette-spotted shoulders and breathed into her open maw. “I have to claim you. Nngh, must capture your scent. Devour it. Make it mine! Grrrrrr, I'll fill you with pups and make you my bitch. I'll rub my cum into your fur and mark you as my territory! I'll... I'll..."

He devolved into feral growls and barks, still holding back his breeding instincts even now. Hunter's heart beat madly for the canine. “You... You were that horny for me and you kept it inside this whole time?"

Rudd's ears drooped, embarrassed to be reduced to such a state after having been her director for so long. Hunter rested a paw on the side of his muzzle, comforting the canine. The crowd of fans and the Ruttweiler crewmates all stared at the two with bated breath, tails wagging eagerly to see how this encounter would play out.

Finally, Hunter curled her muzzle into a deviously sensual smirk. “You should've bred me from the start."

The rottweiler's ears perked back up, seeing the person he had worked so hard to mold into a star now completely come into her own and even twist him around her clawed finger. He grinned back. “Maybe I should have. Maybe I should have just kept you to myself. Let my studio crash and burn so I can focus on breeding your tight hole."

“Meeewwwrrrrrr..."

Rudd pushed in, pressing his cock against hers and sandwiching them between their furred torsos. Hunter moaned at the electric sensation. “And why stop there. What if I chained you to a pipe in my basement. Imprisoned you, forbid you to step outside without your alpha's permission. Urf, you wouldn't see the sun for years. You'd forget how to speak, forget your name, forget you were ever human!"

“Nyah! Yeaaahhh~" Hunter leaned back to her chair and raised her legs – limbs now more flexible in her feline body – presenting her puckering hole for the rotty to rut.

“Grrrrgh, you like that, don't you. You like when I direct you, make you into a loose, filthy slut."

“Mrow, yes! Yes, I do! I'm such a whore now, and I fucking love it! More, MORE!"

Rudd grinned lecherously at the snow leopard as he lined his rocket up with her quivering anus. “We made you this way... Welcome to mating season, Hunter."

And with that, he plunged his cock into her asshole. Hunter gasped, moaned, growled, chuffed. She had never been fucked in the ass before so she was a little tight, but nonetheless the pain was mixed with heavenly pleasure. As Rudd continued thrusting into her, rocking her back and forth on the chair while friends, coworkers, and strangers alike watched, Hunter could feel the canine's knot swelling inside of her, stretching and stopgapping her hole all at once.

Hunter's eyes lulled to the back of her head as she was thoroughly knotted. She had never felt anything like it before, even when Doe penetrated her new vagina as a bunny. The knot added a whole new level of sensation to the experience. She felt completely claimed by Rudd, turned into his cock's property. And she loved it.

“Nyaaahh! Mooooooore~!!" she mewled and begged. Rudd was happy to oblige, pounding her ass even harder, causing her own girldick to go full mast.

Doe leaned in to lick all over Hunter's furred body as she was thoroughly fucked. “Mmmmm, we're sooo happy you can join us, Hunter." The doe's licking prompted the rest of Hunter's new fans to follow suit, touching, rubbing, and lapping up the new star to drown her in carnal delight. Hunter let out a vibrating moan, overwhelmed by the sea of sensation washing over her. She was now wholly accepted by this wonderful world, worshiped and waited paw and foot like a goddess, all while the knot inside took ownership of her. This was more than just a new world. It was heaven on earth.

The snow leopardess already started shooting ropes of seed out of her cock. But Rudd was far from done with her, fucking her faster and faster like a jackhammer. All the while, he lapped up the cum that had landed on his muzzle, tasting his new claim's essence and savoring her flavor. It drove him further into the recesses of instinctual lust, telling his brain to turn this feline into his bitch. He pushed the knot even deeper into her hole, causing Hunter to yowl like a heat-ridden alleycat.

Hunter clung to her mate, wrapping her hind legs around the rottweiler's waist and digging her sharp claws into his hide. Rudd couldn't even feel it, so focused was he on rutting this cat. He leaned in to kiss Hunter. The feline kissed back, his flat and slobbering tongue intertwining with her rough sandpaper one. The dueling textures felt exquisite, creating a rapturous tingle in Hunter's spine.

The tingle didn't stop, spreading throughout her body and making her already penetrated ass wiggle side to side. A tickle overtook the snow leopard, causing her muzzle to curl into a smile as she let go of the canine's drooling lips. “Nnnah! I'm almost done! I-I can feel it! Finish me, daddy! Complete me!" Rudd almost howled at being called daddy but held it in, dedicated to filling his claim and giving her a truly formative mating season experience.

Hunter giggled excitedly as she felt her tailbone poke out of her butt, extending and stretching. The final piece of her transformative puzzle was finally fitting. She had craved for a proper tail ever since her first transformation, and now it was finally forming, snaking its way out of her spine and writhing in the air. The leopard screamed, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of her new appendage and the knot jostling inside of her. It was almost too much! No human was ever meant to be attacked by such bountiful, overwhelming sexual prowess. She was officially on Cloud 9.

The tailbone grew thicker as more patterned fur spread around it. It grew and grew into a long, room-clearing tail, equal parts elegant, fluffy, and extravagant. Hunter felt it move with a life of its own. It felt magical, like a new part of herself, expressive and reflective of her ecstatic state of mind. Hunter came again as it lengthened to its maximum distance. Her feline mind clicked with the appendage, finally able to move it with her own will, just like any other limb. She used it to feel the space around her, sense who and what was behind her, discern the balance of her body. The fluff brushed against her furry, scaly, featherful fans, feeling their writhing bodies from afar. She felt connected to her tail, like forming a kinship with a good friend. The tail both connected her to herself and to the world around her. It was even better than her already high hopes, and though she could hardly see it while in her compromised position, she could already tell it was beautiful and very much hers.

“Mrrrrrr— Rudd! Oh, Rudd, yes! Thank you! Fill meow! Fill me with your pups! I'm so close!"

“Grrrr, Hunterrrr! I'm almost— NGH! Almoooost..." Rudd growled as he felt his knot twitch and convulse with building and building pleasure. He looked down at Hunter's beautiful feline muzzle, her exquisite rosette pattern, her immense, cuddly tail, the lines of drool and saliva between her open jowls. This was more than just his mate. She was his product, his work of art, his ultimate creation. He had finally crossed the threshold from watching on his director's chair to properly inside of her fully changed body. That thought, of having taken part in the artistry that made this human into a horny beast, drove him over the edge."

“Rrrff! Grrrrrr— AAAAARRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

“RRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRR!!"

The rottweiler howled as he emptied his seed into the roaring leopard. The rest of the theater erupted into climax with them, creating a chorus of animal mating cries that shook the walls and floor of the theater. Mating season had officially started with a proper bang.

Everyone was left panting and moaning in post-coital bliss. Rudd's tongue flopped out of his jaw as he panted like a feral, satisfied with his rut. He looked down at the beautiful snow leopard under him, and then further down at his cock, still knotted and far from deflating. He smiled at his claim, “How was your first mating season rut, Hunter."

Hunter gained control of her tail, bringing it near her face and feeling it brush against her muzzle. She gently grasped her paws around it, combing the soft, luscious fur. “It was... It was everything I ever wanted," she said with a glowing smile. Hunter nuzzled her face into his chest to thank him for the wonderful rut they shared, purring with total contentment.

Her new fans sat and laid beside the couple, sharing in their contented air. Julie and Kiera cuddled each other. Doe laid with a mustelid stranger. Jonah cleaned bovine cum off of Jeremiah's cock. Pete let a hunky boxer terrier gnaw on his tusks. Flissa rubbed her beak beside a lady eagle's beak. Everyone from the crew to the audience was caught in the afterglow of this historic premiere.

Mating season was already a resounding success. And it was only just beginning.