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Dragon's Dirty New Job

Part one of five

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Varesh

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Brezzen stood tall in the interview room, his long tail swinging lightly back and forth. Clad in light blue scales with an almost periwinkle hue to them, he stood out from other dragons, though that was more from the way he held himself rather than his natural confidence. Small, bronze scales drew attention across his body, as if he was speckled, a line of chunky spines running down his spine, from the back of his head all the way down to the tip of his tail, where they fanned into a smooth, spade-shaped tip.

The drake rippled with muscle, not a spare ounce of fat on him, easy and powerful, his tail lifted so it did not drag across the ground. He bragged a rather impressive set of horns too, big and chunky with a curve to them like those of a ram, speaking of some distant heritage of his as an Earth type dragon. Brezzen did not burrow or dig, however, his claws more refined for catching prey and hunting, his chest with a sharp, proud curve to it and his head rising on a long, elegant neck. His eyes were set in his face like twin emeralds, the jewels the dragon could carry along with him on his body.

Brezzen, of course, was as bold and as confident as most dragons were, self-assured of his place in the world, even though he had not spent a large amount of time in it – not for a dragon. While dragons could live for centuries, he was only in his thirties and considered young by most other dragons.

Yet Brezzen, like all other dragons, had a drive and a hunger for land, for power… Well, anything, really, he could hoard. It was not all that unusual in the grand scheme of things, but the drake had uncovered a rather unconventional way to go after what he wanted.

Other dragons would, most likely, not approve, but, well…what did Brezzen care about that? He was his own dragon and above their petty ways.

Little did Brezzen know that most dragons felt like that too. He was outside the norm there, though every dragon thought they were special. It was, in a way, one thing that made things more than a little difficult for them in life, a weakness they had to be modest in order to learn their way out of.

He eyed up the fox and wolf anthros, seated behind a white desk, the room almost clinically clean and smelling of strong products – very unnatural. Brezzen growled and wrinkled his muzzle, though he only afforded himself a slight shake of his head. Anthros dominated the land, though dragons most typically still lived in the more natural areas, outside the towns and cities and farmland, living their own ways. Most of the time, he was more than happy to let anthros have their ways, using technology and doing new things… But what need did a dragon have of any of that? Some dragons traded with the anthros, others offered tours and insights into their land, their world. Brezzen rarely dealt with any of that, only watching from a distance, sometimes, if he was particularly bored.

They just didn't draw his attention all that much, if he was honest. Their little lives were beyond his long years, his life stretching out far, far ahead of him.

Brezzen, however, had been tempted to interview for a strange role indeed. Apparently, anthros wanted to make films about dragons, though it wasn't to learn about them (though that would have been an admirable task indeed) and he had responded to the call for participants, which had been sent out into various dragon territories. Some of the envoys had been sent back with coarse words and fiery breath, though the dragons had stopped in time rather than causing a conflict, which was probably for the best.

The envoys had been gryphons, who flitted back and forth between anthro and feral worlds, crossing over territories where they were permitted as if they didn't truly belong in either. Dragons would sometimes converse with gryphons, but, well, they weren't all that entertaining to them either, nothing to really hold their attention.

“Now… Sir Brezzen…"

He picked up his head a little as the fox, who had introduced himself as Cuka, addressed him, the red-furred creature nearly bouncing in his seat. He seemed to be a creature who always needed to be in perpetual motion.

“Brezzen is fine."

The drake shuffled his large wings against his back, the leathery flaps brushing roughly against one another. The wolf stiffened a little, eyeing him. Brezzen hid his smirk. Good, anthros should be wary around them. Fascination was something, but it was wariness that added a healthy dose of respect into the equation too.

“Brezzen, in that case," Cuka said breezily, his lips stretching into an easy grin. “Thank you for coming here today, it's truly an honour! Do you know the extent of the job this interview is for? How much did our envoy manage to convey to you?"

Brezzen tilted his head, raising an eyebrow.

“Why don't you tell me again?" He suggested, lips twitching in a draconic smile. “Just to make sure your envoy has done his job well."

The wolf sighed.

“Very well. Brezzen, I am Ambor, one of your interviewers today. As our envoy should have conveyed to you, the role we are interviewing for is for a candidate to take part in a series of highly X-rated, adult scenes. These, of course, will be highly sexual in nature, delving into various kinks and fetishes. Is this what you are expecting?"

Brezzen grinned, parting his jaws as he surveyed both of the smaller anthros.

“Of course," he said. “I was merely testing you."

Cuka giggled, seemingly nervous, though Ambor didn't twitch a single muscle. If the dragon had not already been as aloof as he was, he would have at least been a little impressed.

“Very well then," Ambor went on. “But it is the two of us who will be testing you today. So, if we may begin, let us consider your sexual experience. Have you mated before?"

Brezzen growled, lips rippling over his lines of sharp teeth.

“Of course!" He snapped, as if it was not a question that should ever have come up. “What do you take me for?"

Ambor surveyed him carefully.

“There are roles for virgins too, this merely helps determine a little better just where you may fit in our scenes," he said levelly. “Cuka's examination will show you a little more what we expect there. Is it permitted for Cuka to touch you?"

“Oh, well…" Brezzen shuffled a little awkwardly, not having expected that to come up so quickly. “Yes. Yes, he may."

“Excellent!"

Cuka all but bounced up to the dragon, not bothering to bring a clipboard with him or anything at all that he may have needed to take notes with. The fox, of course, was an expert in his role and began smoothly, running his paws over the dragon's body, as high as he could reach, in long, soft strokes, using the palms of his paws.

“Hm, good muscle tone, yes… Few restrictions…" He muttered under his breath, as if he was making a mental catalogue of everything. “You can go on with asking the interview questions, Ambor, don't worry about me. Just make sure he doesn't step on me!"

Brezzen rolled his eyes.

“I am not that large…"

But Ambor was already looking at his list of questions.

“No worry…" He murmured, not really listening. “So, do you enjoy sex, for a start? Or is it all about mating, for you?"

“Please, of course I love having sex," he said. “I may have fathered a clutch, but the dragoness has not returned to me so I could not say."

“Okay, I see, I see…" Ambor relaxed a little, peering up as the wolf surveyed the dragon while Cuka slid his paws down the dragon's tail, twisting it back and forth, testing its flexibility. “So, what about with other species? Have you had sex with other species before?"

“Yes… Yes, I've had sex with another species before," Brezzen said with a shrugging shuffle of his wings that had Cuka darting back, giving him a little space while he adjusted. “It's okay."

“Oh, so you're not particularly enthusiastic about that then," Ambor said, the start of a grin pulling at the wolf's lips. “I see, I see… That could work well here then… Mhm… And what about with other males?"

Brezzen tilted his head, the tip of his tail twitching back and forth.

“Uh…"

For once he was unsure of himself, something pulling back inside him to be asked such intimate, probing questions. He'd just expected they'd want to jack him off or something! Anthros didn't really seem as intelligent as the two who were handling him both emotionally and physically.

Oof…

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It was more than Brezzen had anticipated, but the dragon tried not to let it show.

“Males are okay," he said, indifferent to it really. “A hole is a hole… There's nothing more to it than that, if it's about pleasure."

He tried to recover himself but wasn't sure he had in time as the wolf made another note.

“That's all well, wonderful…"

Cuka came around to the dragon's feet, running his fingers between his claws and measuring them with a small tape measure, even taking measurements of other parts of the dragon's body. The reasoning for all that, however, would all come out in time. Brezzen stiffened, though kept himself as still as possible. The job, after all, had quite good compensation as lands and territory…which was what had attracted him in the first place to interview for the strange role.

So, it was worth his while, indeed, to expand his territory and put up with what the silly little anthros wanted of him.

“And would you be interested in a scene with your female mate?" The wolf probed, leaning back in his chair. “How would they feel about this?"

“Uh… Well…"

It was there Brezzen floundered, for he had not really interacted with the one he wanted to be his mate for some time. Was she his mate? He didn't know where the lines between them were anymore, as they both grew and expanded their territories, making sure they had enough to sustain them."

“I… I would like to have a female partner in scenes, yes," he said, only slightly fumbling with his words. “But I doubt my female companion, ah… I doubt they'd be interested in something of this nature."

Ambor made a note, hiding his smile. He didn't have plans, not really, for Brezzen to have a female partner, no… That role had already been filled, though it would be interesting to see how the dragon developed, quite certainly. He may well turn out to be quite flexible in their adult studio…

“And how do you feel about the people who will watch this?" He queried, smiling more openly, relaxing a little as Cuka held the dragon's maw open to check his teeth. “Many will masturbate to this, perhaps even sending you fan messages…"

Brezzen grimaced and pulled his head away from Cuka as the bold little fox inspected his teeth and tongue, even brave enough to wriggle his fingers into his mouth to feel his cheeks and the slick flesh inside his mouth.

“Unff! Watch it," he grunted, admonishing Cuka. “Well… I don't mind people watching it. It doesn't affect me. Messages will not really reach me in my territory, they can say what they like. It is interesting to think of anthros enjoying my body like that."

He rumbled softly with pride, spreading his wings. Cuka took that chance to photograph them, quickly snapping some full body shots of the dragon, presumably as part of the interview. But he caught the fox scurrying behind him, taking pictures of his under tail and his slit, where his shaft was hidden away when not needed.

This is rather…invasive.

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And it was only going to become more invasive still as Cuka touched his inner leg, first with a light touch, progressing to a sharp squeeze. Uncertain, Brezzen grunted and pulled back from him, lifting his leg well out of the small anthro's reach.

“Uh… Do you need to be doing that?" He questioned, his tail swinging back and forth, hiding his lack of settlement. “That's…rather personal space."

Cuka shrugged.

“How else am I to examine you?"

He made it seem normal, natural, and exchanged a smile with Ambor as the wolf went on with his questions, though Brezzen was more out of his comfort zone than ever. Although he didn't want to let on to the anthros that things were a little beyond what he had been expecting.

“Ah… Okay then…"

So, the dragon stood still as the fox went under his belly, his ears brushing his stomach, though Brezzen was not the largest of all dragons, to be honest. He was surely big enough for what they wanted from him, however, but he shivered bodily as Cuka swept his paws over the space on either side of the dragon's slit, testing his sensitivity.

“Oh, you react very well," he said, as if in praise of the dragon. “I think you're going to work very well here. Don't worry about anything… We'll look after you. But…this slit…is everything in here? Do your testes descend?"

“Um…" He took a breath, hiding his discomfort. “No… Just the shaft. Only the shaft comes out, when I want it to."

“Can you control it?"

He grunted.

“Sometimes."

Thankfully for Brezzen, the fox moved around behind him, inspecting his hind end. Not knowing what the anthro was so interested in back there, though he had already taken a photograph, he stilled, though did obligingly lift his tail for the fox to check him out more.

It must just be part of the interview…

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His inexperience, however, showed as Cuka pushed his tail up higher, pursing his lips.

“Hm, you're a little stiff here, maybe some exercises will help with the movement of the vertebrae here," he suggested, as if the vulpine was trying to be helpful. “Let's see here though…"

“Oh!"

The dragon stiffened sharply, his tail shooting out straight, his wings flared, though he was too startled by the sudden intrusion of a finger into his tail hole to say anything. The wolf stared at him, hiding a smile behind his clipboard, though Ambor privately thought Brezzen's reactions would play out very well on film.

“Please concentrate on the questions, there are just a few more, Brezzen," he said with a more encouraging smile. “I know it is difficult but Cuka needs to complete his physical examination of you too. So… Do you have any, hm…issues with any kinks? Is there anything you don't like in sex?"

“What? Uh…" The dragon shifted his weight uncomfortably, entirely out of place, but not wanting either to start something more dramatic by scaring the anthros. “Uh… This is part of the interview, right?"

“Mm, that's right," Cuka said lightly. “Don't worry about anything, I'm just testing how stretchy you are in here, how you respond. It all plays into your sexual experience, don't worry about anything."

The door was closed and, even though the feral could have escaped if he'd really wanted to, well…he wasn't so sure that was a good idea at that time. So, Brezzen clamped his jaws shut and took a deep exhale out through his flared nostrils, settling his wings with a great deal of effort back in against his body.

He just had to bear through it, even though it was invasive and uncomfortable. He'd never even had anything back there before! It wasn't something he did, not as a dragon, so he didn't see the point in it, though he puffed and braced his hind legs a little more.

That bracing did not escape the wolf's attention either, Ambor smiling subtly.

“And the question, Brezzen?"

“Uh… Yes…" It was hard to concentrate while the fox was sliding another finger inside him, scissoring them apart, wiggling them about, seeming to be trying his very best to distract him even then. “Uh… No… Nothing weird, I don't mind anything, it's fine."

It may have been better for the dragon to answer that question fully, however, for the bounds of sex stretched far beyond the dragon's currently knowledge.

Ambor, however, deliberately didn't mention anything specific – and Brezzen didn't have the knowledge to ask about that. All he knew was that he wasn't keen on having his backside toyed with and breathed an open sigh of relief when the fox, finally, left that part of him alone.

Maybe we'll get back to the real interview now…

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“Now, we're going to have you watch a scene and observe you for the moment, your reactions, what your body does."

Ambor clicked a button and a smart screen on the wall clicked to life, the dragon blinking as his eyes adjusted to it. That was odd… He didn't have things like that in his lands and didn't need them anyway. Why would anyone want to see something that wasn't there? Still, he watched as he was shown different scenes, starting with a couple of male gryphons having sex.

“Hm…"

The dragon blinked, not needing to say anything, as he relaxed a little more. He didn't have to say anything, just allow them to watch what he was doing.

Still, he didn't have any interest in gryphons, not as they fucked, one on top of the other, mounting him crudely, roughly. Their cries rose from the speakers and the dragon rolled his eyes. Why were they so over the top?

The scene changed to one with an anthro and a gryphon, with the anthro being female, which was somewhat more interesting to him. Only slightly, however, his slit warming a little, blood rushing to it, the edges slightly puffy. Cuka didn't touch him, only stayed close under his belly, close to his hind legs, so he could watch everything.

His slit parted slightly as the scenes progressed, showing a gryphon using his tongue to orally please another. It was up-close enough that Brezzen couldn't see the wider detail in their bodies, so he could make of them as he wanted.

With that, his slit parted a little more, allowing the very tip of his large cock to press out. The fox made another note, grinning at Ambor.

But when the scene changed to a couple of dragons, a straight coupling, he growled softly, tail lifting, rolling his hips forward. His cock eased out even more than before and he breathed out evenly, only to take in another short puff of breath, less than relaxed.

He forgot where he was, that he was being watched, wanting the dragons, the female especially. She was lean, like the one he coveted, and had a sinuous, winding way about her that ran down the full length of her body to the slender tip of her tail.

“How do you feel?"

“Mm… Aroused?"

The scene changed and he growled again, not really caring who was on screen that time. He just wanted to have his cock pleasured, to really sink into the moment.

“Which male would you like to be here?"

He blinked, not realising the scene had changed to a dragon and a gryphon. The dragon was lying on his back, looking very fetching, while the gryphon approached.

“Uh… Dragon?"

He didn't know what, really, he was answering, though he wrinkled his muzzle when the gryphon moved into the top position, grinding his cock against the drake's.

Ugh… Gryphons…

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“So, I take it you would like a top role?"

“Mmm, yes, yes." That was one question Brezzen could answer. “That would definitely be my preferred position."

They made a note, but he didn't feel any more comfortable there, not as the fox brushed the pads of his fingers down the length of his cock. The drake tensed a little, but he was more okay with that than anything to do with his back end, so he churred under his breath, trying to encourage the fox.

“Mmm, yes, you can spend all the time you like there," he said, tongue flicking out of his muzzle in a wet slap. “Better than my under tail…"

“Okay, well, we would be looking for someone to fill multiple positions here," the wolf commented, eyeing up Brezzen so he could check the dragon's reactions. “How do you feel about that?"

“Mmm…"

Brezzen's mind fogged over pleasantly. It was hard to worry too much about anything as the fox was groping and manipulating his member, sliding his paws up and down. Sure, there were some pauses while the fox took measurements, although Brezzen wasn't really paying attention to those.

“How do you feel about filling multiple positions, Brezzen?" Ambor, the wolf, probed, drawing Brezzen back to his questions. “You may be needed for multiple roles, sometimes in a single shoot."

“Oh…" The dragon shook himself a little, his wings rustling and shuffling. “Yes, yes, that's fine, that's fine."

The drake had not honestly heard the question, but that didn't matter all that much as he let the fox massage his cock. The wolf seemed appeased, however, and they moved on.

“You will need to give a urine sample, how that your shaft has dropped," Ambor said pleasantly. “Cuka, would you be able to make the collection? I know your skills there are unparallelled."

The fox grinned, his tail lifting and wagging.

“Well, you know I used to be in some of the shoots in the early days! Don't worry about it, I got it."

Brezzen's head lifted, a little less amenable now that the fox wasn't touching his cock. In all fairness, the dragon could barely remember their names as the fox fetched a large, plastic beaker and set it before the drake at seemingly the right place to catch a stream of urine.

“I can't just go here," Brezzen complained, his cock shrinking and trying to retreat even then. “Come on, I can do it somewhere more private. Are you anthros really animals to urinate in public like this?"

Ambor and Cuka exchanged a look. To them, it was clear the drake had not clearly read the terms of his contract and agreement, though that did not matter all that much to them, as long as Brezzen signed it. The drake was responsible for his own fate, after all, and it was not as if anything all that dreadful would happen to him.

“One beaker full of urine," Ambor said, as if he was making a promise, “and then we will need a semen collection. Cuka will take care of it all, don't you worry."

Brezzen grumbled and shifted his weight a little. Was that too much? It seemed like a lot for what he was being asked to do, though the whole thing was about him being recorded mating and performing on camera.

His mind went back to the sum of gold he'd been offered for his hoard and his greed was further drawn on when he let his mind wander over the lands he had been promised, as part of his contract, also.

It would be worth it, for that. It would be no different, Brezzen told himself, than urinating on the side of a mountain, merely relieving himself.

So, he allowed the fox to rub under his belly, until he put pressure on a certain spot. Something twinged within the dragon and he rumbled a growl as he was forced to urinate, though it felt like a relief too – the relief of emptying his bladder. It was only half-full, so the dragon was not particularly in need, though his scales still crawled unpleasantly at emptying his bladder when there were eyes on him.

“Rrrfff…"

He tried not to think about it too much as he released his bladder, though the physical manipulation helped him unleash the stream. Brezzen grunted as hot urine splattered into the beaker, though some of it still trickled messily over the side. Some even got on the fox's paws as it splashed about, though Cuka grinned, ready for more.

When the beaker was full, he ceased holding the drake's dick in the direction of the beaker in the slightest and merely slipped under the stream, which doused him fully as if he was standing under a hot, musky shower.

“What are you doing?" Brezzen yelped, trying to move away. “Oh, oh, it's getting all over you!"

He didn't apologise but tried not to hose down the fox as the stream tapered off, though Cuka didn't mind it in the slightest. He was too busy inhaling deeply, so he could best sample and savour the dragon's particular scent. That was all part of it too, for it could be sold as a commodity if the dragon did well in his scenes too. It was only such a shame that a pungent aroma like that could not translate over the video recordings, but Cuka was resourceful when it came to making the most of an actor.

The drake was relieved, in a way, when the fox returned to his member, though the scent, for some reason, had his cock hardening again, pulsing lightly. The drake's thick shaft throbbed with need and Cuka took advantage as Brezzen talked about a few more technical details with Ambor, though the wolf and the fox already knew that they had the dragon exactly where they wanted him. He would sign what he'd read and he would take everything they threw at him, for he was going to be paid handsomely for his roles at the studio too.

Everything there would be fair, of course, and legitimate for Brezzen. As his cock was pumped and Cuka crooned to him what a big, powerful dragon he was, the drake's ego was stoked.

Like so many false dominants, brash in demeanour with nothing to back it up, Brezzen was more of a follower than a leader. Which was why he voiced no more complaints after they'd pushed him into the watersports scene, letting the fox jerk him off with both paws to see just how his cum came out.

With jet after jet pouring forth, the dragon roaring proudly with a triumphant gleam in his eye, Ambor smiled.

“Brezzen," he breathed. “You are going to do very well here, with a cum shot like that. Let's get the contract signed and formalised, shall we?"

All the dragon heard was the praise, though embarrassment tangled with pride inside him, a strange concoction. He was ready to work and get the lands he'd been promised, even if the full extent of what he was going to do had not been laid out explicitly for him.

He would find out soon, however.

*

Brezzen dubiously eyed up the forest around him, though it was not unlike a part of his territory. Maybe they had set up his first scene there to make him more comfortable? But there was a gryphon there with him for the scene, a relaxed grey gryphon with black fur on his feline hind end, though he had an obnoxious laugh about him.

“Don't worry, everything's going to be just fine for your first time," he laughed, shaking his head as the feathers around his head and neck all puffed up. “We'll get you into everything really easy, no worries, no worries…"

He strutted around the set as if everything was as normal as it ever could have been, a crew there with cameras and stands and some handheld cameras too. Lights were set up where needed, but the fox, Cuka, said something about wanting the scene to look as natural as possible.

It was still out of Brezzen's depth and he hid his nerves by saying nothing at all, clamping his jaws shut. He didn't have to worry about someone like a gryphon, though he was a large specimen with firm muscles in his shoulders especially.

“Now, are you ready for the scene? Comfortable? Happy?"

The wolf smiled, though he was merely there to supervise, apparently, as a director had set up the script to follow. Brezzen nodded a little weakly, as he knew the script, though was not all that sure he could follow it.

“You can improvise if you like, but remember we are playing to a general audience here," Ambor explained, the stoat director seated in place, ready and waiting, though perhaps less than patiently. “Derriam? Are you confident you can take Brezzen by the wing here?"

“Hey!" The dragon snapped. “I don't need any help!"

“Ohhhh, so you're full of it, are you?" The gryphon, Derriam, laughed and slapped the ground with one taloned forepaw. “This is going to be good fun, Brezzen, we're going to have a blast!"

Brezzen begged to differ on that one, but the prize by far outweighed what he was there to do, as he faced off against the gryphon before the cameras. The first scene was to fight and overpower the gryphon.

The dragon smirked. At least that was something he was very keen to do!

“Ready…" The director called, all business. “Set… Action!"

Then the cameras rolled and he was on, blinking as if stupefied, though it was not all that difficult.

“These are my lands, gryphon," he growled, stomping a forepaw, following the script from memory. “Leave now, or face my wrath!"

“No… Oh, no, I don't think I will," Derriam said in challenge, puffing up his feathers and raising his wings to make himself look larger and more dominant than he was – at least in outward comparison to the dragon. “This is my land now!"

They snarled and snapped and bellowed at each other – but it could only end in a clash of bodies. Brezzen tensed, allowing the gryphon to make the first strike, bowling into him, calling back to the days way back when he used to play fight with other dragons, when he was a growing teen. He couldn't simply bat the gryphon away like a fly, after all, not when he was going to overpower the gryphon in the scuffle, but he had to make it look somewhat realistic.

“Rrrraaaaaagggghhhh!"

Derriam, to his credit, was skilled at putting his all into a scene, tussling and rolling with the dragon, even using his beak and claws – though never once did he break scales. It gave Brezzen the confidence needed to roll the gryphon over on to his back, exposing his vulnerable underbelly, though the drake wasn't sure how much time had passed.

“Submit, gryphon!" He roared, digging his claw down slightly, hoping that was enough. “For my lands…are mine!"

The language was simple, but, really, did it matter? Anyone watching something like that was not watching for the script, for the story… He chuckled to think of that as the gryphon squirmed under him, getting over on to his front, hunkered down to the ground.

“Mmm… Yes…" He all but moaned, his long, leonine tail flipping to the side, the black tuft of fur at the tip waving alluringly. “I submit to the stronger male… For I am but prey to the predator."

Brezzen could have laughed at how ridiculous the dialogue was, but, well, it was fine. He would manage there as he growled, dipping his head.

Brezzen was supposed to lube up the gryphon's tail hole next with his tongue, though he still hesitated slightly. What if the gryphon was dirty? They had said nothing about cleaning themselves beforehand, but he dithered for too long.

“Continue the scene!"

The director called out and Brezzen took a deep breath.

Well, here goes nothing…

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Derriam obliged by raising his tail and waving it back and forth, putting on more of a show for the cameras than Brezzen was. The dragon gulped hard and hesitantly flicked his tail out, trying to cover up his nerves with a low, rumbling growl.

“Unff…"

But he had to do it, swiping his tongue quickly over the gryphon's anal ring and making a face. Ugh! It was dirty, yes… Definitely not unwashed. He shuddered bodily, a rippling going through him from head to toe, though it wasn't as dirty as it could have been. That was a saving grace, at the very least, for him, something he had to hold on to, despite everything.

He dug his tongue around the gryphon's hole without a sense of finesse, trying not to think too much about what he was doing. It was hard like that, taking short, puffing breaths through his nostrils, though the rich musk of the gryphon sank into him all the same. It was earthen and spicy, though with a crispness to it too that seemed to speak of the open skies. If he had been smelling it on a dragon, Brezzen might well have liked it.

But it was not his thing, shuddering at the unwashed taste, how the texture changed from small, delicate feathers to increasingly slickening skin.

“Okay, cut!" The director shouted, sitting up in his chair. “Now, dragon… Brezzen, was it? You've got to look like you're into this."

Brezzen shuddered, the gryphon stilling, allowing them to catch up with him.

“But he's…ugh…sweaty…"

“That's fine, that's all part of the scene," the director said smoothly, the stoat's tail swinging back and forth. “Don't worry about it, everyone is tested, you've been tested. Everything is fine. Think of why you're doing this, let that be your motivation, your arousal."

“Okay…"

“Action!"

That was something he could focus on, though it was an unusual way to look at things as he panted and did as the director asked, feeling very brave indeed as he dug his tongue deep into the gryphon's rump. Derriam shuddered and bucked his hips back, showing off his willingness as his cock slid out of his soft, fleshy sheath.

“Ohhhhh… Yes… Take me…"

Brezzen rolled his eyes, but went along with it as he lubed him up, though he did the bare minimum required. He didn't want to consider it, no, not as he drew his head back and tried to play to the cameras too by slurping lewdly. It was better to do that rather than having his muzzle shoved under Derriam's tail. That just felt like such a submissive position to be in, not like anything he wanted at all…

“Now… Gryphon…" He grinned, moving on to the next part of the script. “You will learn the true meaning of what it is to be taken by a dragon!"

Ah, that was easier, though the low rumble in his stomach didn't help him feel more aroused. Still, it was good to be in a position of power over Derriam and he thought of the dragoness he liked as his cock slid out of his slit, glistening faintly with the sheen of his own lubrication, perhaps a touch of pre-cum. A hole was a hole, after all, and the gryphon would be succulently tight around him.

The cameras, however, were quite a distraction as he pounced over the “felled" gryphon, jabbing wildly with his cock while he tried to get their bodies to line up. His cock was not hard enough, not really, and he blushed furiously, heat crawling down his scales, as his shaft bowed against Derriam's hind end, not able to drive into his hole.

What's wrong with me?

_ _

But Brezzen already knew, because it was not as if he was attracted to the gryphon, which was a problem in itself. His cock twitched and he tried to think of a dragoness there before him instead, though nothing worked, not as he wanted it to.

“Ah… It's…"

“Oh, come on…"

The gryphon laughed and rolled his buttocks back against the dragon, showing off his rump, which was very nice – just not what Brezzen would have wanted to go for himself.

“Okay, keep the cameras rolling, we'll just do a cut in the film…" The director said, his tail swinging impatiently back and forth over the back of his director's chair, raised higher so he could better see everything. “You've got to get fully hard, Brezzen, or else we can't get through the scene. This is an easy one for you."

But it didn't feel easy for him, even though the drake had thought it would be easy, that it wouldn't be any trouble at all for him. He grunted, the taste of the gryphon's backside still on his tongue, and he shook his head, licking his lips, striving to ignore his embarrassment with all his might.

He just had to do it, yes… Just for the territory, just for the lands, just for everything he had agreed to on taking on the contract. Brezzen was due fair pay and retribution for his role in the films and the dragon ground his teeth together, hanging his head a little despite his humiliation.

“If you think of me as a female," Derriam said, “maybe that'll help? It's been a while since I've had a partner who couldn't even get it up!"

“Unff…" He grunted. “That's not fair, this is my first time!"

“But not your first time ever, dragon," Derriam shot back at him. “I'm meant to be the bottom here, not you. So, get it up and get on with the deed!"

Brezzen growled but knew the gryphon was right, even though he didn't have to tease him so. He adjusted the set of his hips, his cock a little harder, and rolled forward and down with as long and as sensual a growl as he could manage.

“I'm going to make you feel so full," he snarled, pulling a line from the script for inspiration and getting back into it all the best he could. “Mmmph… Nngghhh…"

Dimly, he was aware of some of the anthros moving around him, though they seemed to be staying further back and out of the shot, perhaps so they wouldn't interfere with it. There had already been enough talking there that would have to be cut out later, but that wasn't for Brezzen to worry about. He inhaled as he watched a deer anthro spray something that smelled sweet, overly so, clinging to his nostrils as the aroma sank into his lungs.

Something like the scent of a dragoness in heat…but synthetic. It was not the same and he grunted, shaking his head, trying to clear it. What they were doing was more than distracting, though he wouldn't have minded the screen they set up for him in the next few moments, which ran a video of some dragon porn. A big male took a female, though the sound was off, and he rumbled a pleased growl at the sight. Yes, yes… That was exactly the way things should have been, yes… If only he had a dragoness under him and not a gryphon. He didn't mind fucking a gryphon, for the sake of pleasure and the contract, but Brezzen most certainly had his preferences.

It was enough to get his cock throbbing a little more, a little harder – perhaps enough that they could continue with the scene.

The gryphon bucking his hips back up against his hardening cock helped somewhat, though Brezzen was still aware of the director in the background saying something about whether he was going to actually be able to get it up or not, if they needed to get in a different actor. Yet he couldn't think about that as he finally ground his mostly hard cock into the gryphon's hole, stretching him out as his pucker tried to clench and close around him tightly.

“Mmmph…"

It was easier for Brezzen to concentrate then, to thrust and grind and let sensation carry him forward. If he didn't think about what he was doing and let everything simply feel good, he had nothing to worry about, no, not as he took the smug slut of a gryphon anally, relishing in the raw power seeping back into his body.

Ah… Yes, that was better, so much better. He snarled and dug his claws down into the ground, ripping up the earth as dappled shade speckled his body, dwarfing the gryphon under him.

Or maybe that was just Brezzen's overactive imagination at play, going overboard, slamming and humping and grinding in with single-minded determination. His intent lifted, snarling through, and he growled, the sound rising from deep within his chest, sending a low rumble reverberating through his entire body.

“Keep going! Draw it out!"

That was the director again and Brezzen rolled his eyes. Jeez, they were demanding! Didn't they know he was already trying and doing his best there? He'd got in, in the end, hadn't he?

So, all he had to do was his job, thrusting and grinding, finding an easy rhythm with which to keep pounding.

“You…" He panted, pulling more lines from the script, trying to do better than the gryphon in moaning and playing to the cameras. “You're just prey… And I'm the apex predator!"

He meant it too, adding a note of genuineness to the statement, as cheesy as it was. Though they didn't have him in the porn shoot for his dialogue delivering skills, that much was sure, the wet slop of his cock powering into Derriam's tail hole rising to fill the air as he spilt more and more pre-cum. It eased the path of his cock just a little, though there was still a delectable friction as the gryphon pushed his hips up and back, his own cock out and throbbing lusciously.

“Ah… Yes…" Derriam moaned, tilting his beak submissively to the side and laying it down on the ground. “Take me, you brute!"

That was almost enough to get Brezzen's cock soft all over again, but he wanted to keep thrusting, wanted to keep going. He wanted that pleasure, the high and explosion of orgasm, hissing through his teeth and snapping at empty air. The dragon's tail swung back and forth, cracking into a tree on the edge of the clearing where the shoot was set up, but Brezzen's hips kept working, heat pooling in his crotch until he could hold back for not a single moment longer.

He spilt his cream with a triumphant roar, demonstrating just how much more powerful he was, virile and exotic, full of energy. Brezzen rammed his cock deep, unloading every drop of cum he had to give deep within Derriam's backside, the tightening, twitching tail hole massaging his cock as if the gryphon was trying to draw even more pleasure from him in the moment.

Yet it all came to be seen as Brezzen withdrew slowly, letting the tip of his cock hang in the gryphon's pucker for a moment before popping free. A deluge of messy cum slopped forth, drooling down the gryphon's grey fur, muddying the shades of grey in it, the fur flattening down to the backs of his legs where Derriam's fur became sodden.

“Ohhhhh… Yes…"

Brezzen's cock, however, was not perfectly clean when it pulled from the gryphon's tail hole, a little of the gryphon's taint remaining on it. Of course, Derriam could have cleaned up some before the scene, but that probably wouldn't have been in keeping with what the viewers wanted to see. The dragon wrinkled his muzzle slightly, shaking his head, but chose to ignore the decidedly musky aroma rising around them, mingling with the more fervent scent of sex.

The gryphon's cock was still hard, but he didn't seem to mind the fact that he hadn't got off, squirming under Brezzen as a rather wicked idea leapt to the dragon's mind. He stood tall again and angled himself over Derriam, letting the cameras see his cock, still hanging from his slit, as he released another need within him.

“Mmmmmmm…"

Breezen rumbled a growl as he released his bladder, a hot stream of urine splattering over the gryphon's back. The urine soaked into his fur, darkening it and splattering around the base of his tail.

“So, you thought to doubt my abilities as a breeder?" Brezzen teased, ready to get him back for teasing him earlier. “I think we both know who the dominant species is here… Gryphons should always be under dragons."

Derriam chirped and churred, rocking his hips back and forth, cock twitching and drooling pre-cum. He didn't mind the treatment – in fact, he rather enjoyed the dirtier play. And, in the end, Brezzen enjoyed the sex too, the raw thrill of dominating another species, even though it was not quite what he had expected to do on entering the contract and agreement. His cock ached pleasantly in the afterglow and he even managed to shoot a smirk to the camera, his tail curling and twisting softly back and forth.

Derriam twisted under the dragon, catching the last spurts of the stream of piss over his head and neck, as the translucent yellow droplets rolled down his head and behind the tufted feathers that, on gryphons, often looked like ears. It ran over his head and Brezzen pulled back a little, cocking his head at how the gryphon had taken the lead on that one.

Odd…

It was strange, he thought, what others like – particularly those who were going to end up watching him fuck the gryphon and piss all over him. It was crude and it was dirty and he exchanged a look with the gryphon, sharing his pleasure in a job well done at the very least. Even though he had been nervous, it had all been very much worth it in the end.

“Maybe next time," the director muttered, catching their attention even if he was not addressing the actors, “we can give them earbuds. If he's going to need that much direction… There will be some editing to do on this one."

The camera guys shrugged, one female fur amongst the team, though they all were there to do a job.

“Got some good close-up views of the cum shot," one said, though the director would have all the footage to go through before sending it to editing. “Pete over there got good expressions in particular, we need the money shot though."

The director took a quick look at some of the shots, from the twitching tail hole close up on both the dragon and the gryphon after the cream-pie to the tensing muscles as the dragon played the part of the predator. It was nothing like what he would have Brezzen doing with more partners, very soon, but it was a good enough start to hook people on checking out the dragon as a character in the films and, of course, as a porn actor too.

All Brezzen had to do was to get anthros watching the films, all to make him money. What the director and the company expected to earn from the films by far surpassed what Brezzen would be paid, of course – but the dragon wasn't to know about any of that. It was above his pay grade.

Continued in part two of five…