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Dragon's Dirty New Job

Part five of five

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Varesh

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As he recovered, he looked up, casting his eyes around. The director had paused and seemed to be checking his notes. Brezzen didn't know whether that was a good or bad thing.

“We have studio time for one more scene, look lively, everyone!"

Brezzen groaned, the dragon's head rolling, on his back and covered in muck, some of it even drying on his scales from where the gryphons had relieved themselves on to him. The stench of it had his eyes watering but the drake had long since given up on gagging. It was not as if it had got him anywhere, not even as fury roiled and twisted in his stomach.

To his concern, his tenacious cock throbbed, half-hard despite everything. He wasn't really turned on, or, at least, he did not feel he was, the leather gear securing him in place on top of the mattress still with his maw held open.

“Mmmph! Hmmph!"

He tried to speak through it, though it gained the attention of the guide who spoke to him through the earbud.

“Brezzen, we're moving on to the last scene now, the egg laying scene," she said, her tone brisker than before as if she was trying to rush through. “You don't have to do much here, just look as good as you always do."

“Mmmph?"

Brezzen tried to push his tongue out through the gag that held his muzzle open, the slickness of bodily waste still sliding grossly around his tongue. However, a new player entered the scene: a fox anthro with a bright white tip to his tail who had been one of the most steadfast members of the previous scene. Where other staff members had needed breaks from the scene where there was so much filth colouring the air, he had been left behind, happily going about his work. Strangely so too, as the fox's sense of smell was not damaged in the slightest.

“Silos – join them. It's time you got in front of the camera rather than behind it," the director said, though even he wrinkled his nose. “Especially with your special, ah…talents…"

“More than happy to, boss!"

The fox anthro's fur was bright and clean – though perhaps that only stood out more to Brezzen in that moment as his scales were so dirtied, the nice sliver of shades layering through them obscured by muck. He squirmed, not even allowed to clean himself, as the cameras focused on the fox anthro, Silos. And just who was he?

That, however, was not a question the dragon was going to get answered as he turned his head to the limit permitted, watching the fox anthro being dressed up in leather gear by a few other males, who seemed to be supporting actors from their state of undress. Nimmot, curse him, and Derriam stalked into the background, clearly done with him, but that didn't quiet the churning in his stomach in the slightest. The gryphons were still near and that meant Nimmot could still get one over on him, while the only thought in Brezzen's mind was finding a way, any way, to even the score.

Eggs? He shook his head. Sure, dragons lay eggs, but how are they expecting me to lay eggs?

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Brezzen tried to gulp hard, but it was difficult with his maw forced open, drooling through the filth stuck in his teeth. His eyes watered at his own humiliation and yet the dragon was far from broken as the fox dressed up in leather gear, a harness on his torso to accentuate his pectoral muscles and long, leather chaps that left his crotch bare. A small harness-like contraption cupped the base of the fox's sheath and encircled his balls, just for show, and the dragon could only assume that was something the audience wanted to see. Even the fox, Silos, had to play up to them.

“Now… Dragon!"

Brezzen's attention snapped back to the fox as he let out a rumbling, warning growl. Not that it was all that fearsome in his bondage, even his wings strapped down to his back in the binder.

Silos did the work of checking Brezzen's bonds, a selfie-camera attached to his head, so a close-up of his own reactions could be recorded for the show too. They'd been a great hit lately! Yet it was all he could do not to hum a tune to himself, he enjoyed his work that much, as he checked out the dragon's bondage, tightening a strap here and there, keeping the drake on his back. Even the gagging muzzle, which kept his maw open for the filth, needed checking, though he didn't mind having to slide his fingers through the mess and gunk either. For the purposes of the video they were making, there was a towel there for him to wipe his paws off on, though the anthro did it where it would not impact any shots, skilled at his role.

“Mmm… Oh, no, it seems my daring egg layer here has gone soft!"

Brezzen tried to snarl, though could not pull his lips back around the gag, digging his teeth into it as he drooled. How dare the fox speak to him like that? But Silos had Brezzen just where he wanted him, supposedly, his paws sliding around the base of the dragon's cock where it was still half-hard.

He slid a new, vibrating cock ring over Brezzen's cock as the cameras rolled and captured everything, the screen showing close-ups too as the dragon's head swirled and spun. It was good to have his cock groped, yes, and the smaller anthro was moderately appealing in a servicing kind of manner, but he'd never been interested in anthros, not all that much. The fox was never supposed to appeal to him.

The buzz of the cock ring, however, made him squirm, something wriggling pleasantly through his lower stomach as he tried to rock up into it, more pre-cum slopping too messily from his cock. Brezzen panted heavily, his sides shuddering as he tried not to react, though that was not the point of the shoot.

Just think of the territory, he told himself, steeling his resolve as if he was to face a battering wind. This is the last scene, nothing can be worse than what Nimmot did to me.

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Yet with the reek of putrid piss and excrement still hanging in the air, barely having aired-out at all, well…it was hard to believe even his own lie.

“Unff…"

He groaned as Silos massaged him, the fox's tail lifting and wagging as he molested Brezzen. Oh, he was so wrapped up in his role, his job, glad that it was something he had taken on for himself. Whoever would have wanted to do another job was out of their mind, though he wasn't called in for scenes all that much yet, having only recently moved to that company. It might have had something to do with what a hard bargain Silos drove, as eager as he was aid with the dirtier, more difficult scenes.

“Mmm… How many eggs do you think you can take, all nice and bound and helpless for me?" He teased, though the lightness in his voice could have been something heard between friends. “Three, five… Ten? More? We're going to see, dragon… And then you're going to lay each and every one of them for me."

Brezzen squirmed and jerked in his bondage, wings trying to flare, but all that resulting in was him twitching and shuddering erratically. The fox had done too good a job of tightening his bondage, ensuring every strap was nice and snug around him, clasping his thighs even though they dug into the sensitive scales and flesh of his inner hind legs. His forelegs were tucked up so he couldn't protect himself and even the vulnerable underside of his neck on show. It was funny just how well they had bound him, even if it was not something he would ever have chosen for himself.

Fucking Nimmot in bondage, however, well… That was something Brezzen was very keen to try out!

The fox rubbed his tail hole, digging his fingers into the gaping pucker and curling them deep, stretching it out a little more. It was not rough enough to hurt and the dragon's breath grew harsher and raspier as he massage it, sliding his fingers and fist inside easily, considering the size difference between them.

The cameras zoomed in for a close-up on the fox's fist, the two cameras on his head capturing both his own expressions and an intimate, rough shot of the dragon's ass up close and personal. Brezzen blinked at the screens he could see, while upside down still, barely able to raise his head from the mattress as the tips of his horns, which had been capped as part of his bondage, dug down into it.

“Ooof… Mmmph…"

It was strangely nice after everything he'd been through so far, even if that was a very plain word for the dragon to consider in light of everything. It was good for something to be more like a massage and that kind of attention on his anal ring and passage felt kinder than the battering ram of the gryphon's dick.

Yet the dragon, with the sides of the muzzle blocking his vision somewhat, didn't catch Silos fetching the eggs, which had been wheeled in on a cart for him, dripping and glistening with semen. The fox held one of them up, letting the cameras get a good shot of them, giving the nearest camera a salacious wink and lap of his lips, just showing off, as he always did. For the fox, there was little else he had to do other than present the egg, gleaming with the semen of other males, to the dragon's tail hole, lips parted.

He slid it through the dirt and grime of the drake's pucker, the narrow end first, of course – just because he was being a little kinder to Brezzen. He didn't need to entirely scare the dragon off, after all, but the drake tensed under his touch as something brushed him.

“Mmm-hm-mph?"

“Stay still, Brezzen," the voice through the earbud said, though he wished he knew who was talking to him so he could give them a piece of his mind too. “You need to bear through this, relax around the egg… And put on a good show for us too."

They were growing less and less patient with him, though that very first scene, perhaps, had not rendered the porn company the most enamoured with him. That had been a rough one when he had not been expecting that crude kind of penetration under his tail, though he would have taken that in lieu of all that had happened afterwards.

The eggs, which he finally caught sight of, worked their way inside him slowly, large and lifelike – more than large enough to be the size of a dragon's clutch. The patterning on them varied, with a little texture to the surface, the shells thick as if they were real.

Maybe they were… But Brezzen didn't think they would shove real eggs up his ass. At least, that was what he hoped. He didn't know what they wanted or what they were capable of, in all honesty.

“Unff…"

He half-closed his eyes, not needing to do anything at all as his body did most of the work for him, scales trembling and rippling as muscles tensed and released beneath them. The stretch ground his tail hole wider than even the gryphon's cock had done, a line of pain flaring and then softening in the moments that followed.

It was the buzz, however, of the tenaciously vibrating cock ring around the base of his girthy member that kept him hard, however, despite the penetration. When it was not something that aroused him, his cock wanted to soften, stretched to the widest point of the egg as it slipped in with a wet plop, coated in semen.

The dragon shuddered, nostrils puckering and flaring as he caught that scent too. It had been difficult to sift through the different scents in the room, especially when there was such a lingering taste of filth in his mouth, even the leather bondage on him stiffening as it dried. Would he ever get it all out of his scales?

More eggs, however, were coming as the fox anthro worked swiftly, stuffing him full with a smaller egg that his pucker seemed to suck up that time, the sphincter welcoming it inside.

“Mmmph…"

Brezzen groaned as the second egg jostled up against the first as if it was trying to make room, though it eased deeper into him and the gentle filling was not so bad. Not yet, at least, even with the insidious humiliation of knowing they were the eggs of another male crawling through him, gulping and moaning, though the cameras would only pick though that up as lucid enthusiasm. They didn't, in fact, care whether he was enjoying the experience, not when he was being paid as handsomely as he was in territory for doing the scenes they wanted from him.

“Mmmm…"

The fox hummed under his breath, his red brush swishing behind him as he worked, though his ass was not what the cameras were focused on, not that time. Silos spared a moment to palm the dragon's cock, groping and squeezing just behind the head, giving him a quick tease just to test his readiness. Oh, he had to put on a show and yet Silos was more than prepared to swing his hips and let the audience see what he had to offer too. If he had good feedback from the shoot and the video, after all, he might even get into more shoots with Brezzen himself.

Yet it was the slow, slick slide of his fingers through the urine-infused muck around the dragon's slit and back to his tail hole that would draw the attention of the audience, he was sure, for it was Brezzen who was the star of the show. He was just there, that time, to frame Brezzen.

Even if Brezzen may not have wanted to be there, panting heavily, his sides rippling lightly. He grunted and heaved, swishing his tail to the limit his bondage allowed, tugging softly at his bonds. There was little he could do, though he had to hold on, bearing through the pressure of another egg sliding into his tail hole, the strain on his pucker immense.

The semen of other males marked his scales as the egg slid inside him, taking his breath away, head swimming almost pleasantly with need, though it was not a need that could be satisfied on that shoot. For the first time, a tentative edge of submission came to play, wearing and dancing on the edge of his mind, though he didn't need to lean into it. If Brezzen wanted to explore another side of himself, even if it had taken a lot he wasn't into to get him there, the dragon could do that another time.

Yet the pressure of the leather bondage fixing him in place had him shuddering and shivering, the humiliation of having the seed of males he didn't even know inside him making him shiver and quiver. He grunted, tongue trying to hang out of his muzzle, though the grittiness of faeces drying on his muzzle made him want to tuck it back into his mouth.

Unngghhh… I hope this is all over soon…

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He twisted his head back and forth, though the stimulation was not enough to get him off, not even as the eggs worked their way up deeper inside him, bearing down on his prostate. The pressure increased, to a point it was almost uncomfortable, hissing through his teeth as he tried to clamp his jaws shut.

“Nnngghhh…"

“There's a good egg-laying dragon," Silos crooned, his brush swinging and swishing back and forth as he worked. “A few more eggs… You're doing so well…"

The soft praise hit a deep note within the dragon, Brezzen's eyelids fluttering. However, there was only so much he could do there, even if the control of whether his eyes were open or shut still lay with him. His flans gave a shuddering heave as something like the tenth egg disappeared into his tail hole, straining his pucker wide. As Brezzen blinked, his vision blurred, some of one of the screens on show to him with his anal ring pushed so wide with a squelch of lewd cum lubricating its passage.

He only had to bear through it, grunting and groaning, the soft vibrations around his cock trying to drag at his attention even then. Yet Brezzen didn't know what to focus on as his ass strained, trying to clench around the eggs and bear down, panting more and more heavily. How was he supposed to cum like that? The need to climax ached to overwhelm all else, pre-cum splashing messily from his cock in a lewd, wet slop.

“Mmmmmph…"

Through the gag, he drooled, helpless and used, though the fox paused, counting the eggs.

“Ten…. Eleven… Twelve… Unff… One more!"

He put both paws on the last egg to grind up inside the dragon, acting like he was using more pressure than he actually was to wedge it forcibly into Brezzen's ass. A quick glance up told him the cameras were all focused and the director gave him a thumbs-up, so he carried on with the rest of the planned scene. Some, like his lines, were improvised, though he didn't have to concern himself with that, not when everything was going well and smoothly. Not even the lingering, cloying smell of waste matter bothered him.

Silos took a moment to lube up a thick butt plug, with a narrow neck and flared base so it could be securely wedged into the dragon's rump, using a bucket of semen. He didn't know where it came from, though he gave the cameras a good view of it by swilling his fingers through the mess, a little giggle on his lips.

“Mmm… What a lovely mess there is here…"

With the butt plug dripping obviously, Silos pressed it inside, stretching Brezzen's anal ring more and more, wider than even the biggest egg had. It was by far the largest thing the drake had taken under his tail and he grunted and shuddered, his tail trying to thrash, though his bondage held him fast and fixed in place, just like it was supposed to.

Silos, however, had one more trick in mind from the script, an optional scene, though he perhaps could have done with a little more preparation beforehand. That was of no real matter, however, as he plugged the dragon's tail hole fully, keeping every last egg tucked away deep inside him until they were ready to be laid for the scene.

“Mmmm, now, what will we do with a cock this big while the eggs are gestating, hm?" Silos waved his tail and bent over, finally giving the cameras a good shot of his ass. “I wonder, I wonder… I can't let a gorgeous hunk of meat like this go to waste."

Brezzen quivered, eyes shining, though he didn't know what he wanted. Not even as the fox lifted his tail and the dragon blinked at him. The fox wasn't a turn-on, not for him, but…he wanted that orgasm, he wanted to get off.

“Unngghhhh…"

He let out a long, low groan as Silos straddled him, not bothered by the mess, though Brezzen didn't have much time at all to marvel at that. He panted heavily, though the fox ground his ass back against his cock, rubbing the crease of his backside up and down, smearing pre-cum and waste matter into his fur. Brezzen could have gagged at that, yet all the dragon could let out was a soft little whimper.

That didn't sound like him, no, not at all, but nothing had to sound like him as he moaned and grunted, the fox teasing him and pleasing him as he used his own ass as a masturbatory tool. The soft fur rubbing over his cock was tantalising, he had to admit, but he wanted more, to plunge his cock into a hot and ready hole, something that would fully wrap around him and massage the full length of his aching prick.

Thankfully for Brezzen, that was something he was going to get in that scene, even if not fully, as he'd wanted. He grunted softly, the fox rising so the pucker of his own ass was pressed to the tip of Brezzen's cock. The vibrating cock ring was not enough to get him off on its own but neither was it tight enough, in that instance, to restrict orgasm, so the dragon still had a chance to get what he wanted from the experience.

At least it would soften the humiliation, his airways slowly getting used to the reek surrounding him, even if he would have rather not lost himself there.

Silos tipped his head back and Brezzen watched him, not caring for the fox's comfort, as he sank on to his cock, taking more and more of his aching length inside his tail hole. The dragon squirmed and tried to hump up but, with his hind legs tied, he didn't have the leverage for that – exactly as they had intended.

The plug strained him wide and he blinked rapidly, his body adjusting still to that invasion, while the fox sank and rose, ending up with maybe half the dragon's cock inside him. It was hard to say from Brezzen's position, the dragon letting out a rumbling growl that filled the air around him. Even Silos' ears twitched back, tail lifting a little more as if to tease the dragon too.

“Mmmm… Ohhhhh!"

Silos moaned and the earbud chimed, the head harness holding it in place for Brezzen.

“That's a nice sound, the viewers liked that," his guide told him. “Do it again."

He grunted. That was kind of rude, but he had someone on his dick, so he would forgive it for the moment.

“Rrrrrrrrnnnngggghhhh…"

It was not quite the same growl but, for them, it must have been good enough as the fox rose and fell, bucking his hips like he was showing off, muscles contracting in his backside. It did not quite mimic the strokes Brezzen would have made if he had been pounding into the fox's backside, but it was enough to sweep waves of pleasure through him, grunting and wriggling, unable to keep his body still.

Maybe if they like this, at least, they'll give me more territory… Like a reward…

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Brezzen would only later understand the concept of bonuses, to be fair, though nothing had been agreed in writing for his contract, sadly. Yet he wanted it all to end and it was so close he could almost taste it, tongue flickering out and slapping against one of the only clean parts of his muzzle. Even though the fox had rubbed off some of the muck on to his own fur and paws, there was still a fair bit coating his dick as the fox took it as deep as he was able, riding him for show and even putting an arm back behind his head, the muscles of his chest on show through his attire.

Brezzen juddered, something leaping to life inside him. Like he was growling but…deeper. With a wave of pleasure too, making him want to bear down into the stinking, filth-covered mattress.

“Mmmph…"

Oh. So, the eggs weren't real, not as they vibrated up against one another, as if they were all trying to make and find space, bumping and jostling. He was so close to orgasm already, though the dragon found it hard to tell, what with so many different sensations all colliding. His body had never been forced to climax like that before, not even in the earlier scenes he'd done, and the bondage was, by far, the most trying on his body too.

“Mmmmph… Nnnngggghhhh…"

Brezzen groaned, a deep ache reverberating through his body that was not due to anything the fox was doing. Being in bondage for so long was, after all, hard on any physical form and that had been the most bondage-intensive shoot so far, even if he didn't know why they had gone for such an extreme scene.

Next time…I'll read the fine print… The terms. The scenes…

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Not that he wanted there to be a next time, however, but he still wanted to be aware of what was going to happen, taking things in around him a little better before he got himself caught up in any unfavourable situations in the future. His cock pulsed furiously within the fox's tail hole, yet that was not orgasm, not yet, wanting to thrust and grind, to follow the lure of his own body to spend his seed in the most carnal fashion possible.

Perhaps Brezzen would have been more interested if the fox had been female, though that wasn't something at all for the dragon to worry about, not in the slightest, not as he moaned and grunted, his tongue flicking up to the roof of his mouth and back down again, between the cage of his teeth. He hissed and tried to twist his neck, though realised a moment too late how close he was to climax as the fox's pace increased on his cock, his ass tight and welcoming.

“Rrrrrrrnnnnnnggggghhhhhh!"

Brezzen tried his best to roar, breathless in the moment, his entire body aching and pounding: he would most certainly need a fair bit of rest once everything was done with the shoot. Yet that did not stop him from filling the fox's tail hole, losing control as he sent hot splashes of thick cum as far up into his passage as possible. Of course, the spurts of seed were not as deep as they could have been, yet the vibrating cock ring helped somewhat around the base of his cock, keeping him going despite not being able to rock and grind as he wanted.

The relief swamping him was immense, making his body feel dull and heavy and soft, as if his muscles were all trying to release at the same time. Yet he could not relax there, twisting and squirming, his cock, at the very least, kept hard by the ring – which was its primary focus in being used for that shoot, after all.

“Mmmm… Unfff… So much!"

Silos gave a moan just for the audience, showing off the white heart-shape of his ass, where the red fur met his white markings. It was only fortunate, in his case, that a little strategic fur trimming had helped give that distinctive shape, though he played it up with a smile and a shake of his hips, not wanting at all to, of course, disappoint the viewers.

He slid back up and off the drake's cock slowly, letting it slop thickly from him in a messy slew of cum. It drooled thickly for him, spattering down to the dragon's scales, though that was a job, of course, for someone else to clean up.

“Mmmph…"

Brezzen blinked, not really present in the moment, though that was okay, turning his head, trying to catch sight of the others. He thought he caught the glint of Derriam's feathers but could not be sure, though Derriam, perhaps, was not one he should have turned to for comfort in the afterglow either. Nimmot, most certainly, would not have soothed him and something twitched and pulled in the pit of the dragon's stomach at the thought of trying to get something from that cocky gryphon.

The fox, however, didn't bother cleaning up in the slightest as his attention turned to the dragon's rump and tail hole, walking his fingers teasingly in towards the flared base of the butt plug. It trembled faintly with the force of the eggs still working away inside, but Brezzen couldn't focus on that, not as the fox slowly eased his fingers around the base of the plug and pulled.

“Mmmmm…"

Brezzen hummed, embarrassed to even be making that noise as the plug, slowly, so very slowly, eased from his tail hole. Although his vision was too blurry and hazy with need for him to catch sight of the screens, he flinched and tensed, feeling the stretch and strain at the widest point of the butt plug.

It was a weird feeling, at least to Brezzen, as the plug teased over the sensitive nerve endings right at that point of his pucker. It was the most sensitive there, though the bustling, jostling feeling of being filled was intense too: just one more sensation colliding up against all the others, demanding attention in a moment he wasn't quite prepared to give it.

“Unff…"

The drake groaned as a ripple ran through his body from nose to tail, drooling through his gag. He was, however, permitted a moment of respite as the narrowest point of the plug, the rounded tip, popped free, a sloppy mess of semen pouring from him.

He tensed, not wanting to let it all loose, his scales prickling and tingling with that so very familiar sense of humiliation all over again. His bonds were loosened, unfastened from where he was pinned down, on his back, on the mattress, and the dragon was finally permitted, however shakily, to get on to all fours.

It stood in testament to how Brezzen had sunk lower and lower that he did not object – not beyond throughout the director what he was sure was quite a withering look indeed. How dare they make him do such debasing scenes? Even then, the dragon couldn't imagine just who would ever be interested in such things, his tail twitching, though it was still restricted in bondage as, while standing again, it was hooked up to the O-ring on the back of the collar resting at the top of his neck. There was another collar-like strap at the base of his neck too, though that was part of the harness he had been forced into.

Having his tail hooked up to the higher collar meant there was more pressure put on the sensitive front of his throat, feeling it intimately with every gulp and swallow. Brezzen rumbled a growl, the gag removed from his mouth, though gladly worked his jaw and groaned long and low.

“Oooohhhhh…" He moaned, hardly caring who saw him in that moment, though a throaty chuckle from not that far away told him he had a rather unwelcome audience there too. “That's so sore…"

“Mmmm, that's right, dragon," Silos said happily, though Brezzen was hardly affected by the fox's bright, chirpy demeanour in the slightest. “Get into it… The cameras are going to love you! Your fans already love you!"

Brezzen blinked. Did that mean that some of the videos had already gone live? Not that it bothered him, but he was a little interested, after everything, simply to see the reactions.

Silos, however, pressed on as he tapped Brezzen on the rump and pressed down lightly.

“Squat, it'll help get them all out," he advised, pink tongue flicking out against his lips. “Just push, they'll all come… And give the cameras a fantastic shot!"

Brezzen shook his head at the fox who truly appeared to take such great delight in his work, though the dragon couldn't imagine just why or how that was. It was not for him to concern himself with, however, not as the fox struck a pose, pending over to show off cum slopping from his tail hole. At the very least, it gave Brezzen a few moments in which to get into position. The fox had, however, made extremely quick work of his bonds, unfastening them from where they were latched down on either side of the mattress while leaving his harness and wing binder in place. It was a small act of kindness, however, to have his muzzle free again. Only later would they all see just how Brezzen having his maw open had affected the final shots, of course.

“Unff…"

It was hard to squat, his legs quivering terribly, though the dragon had to – the eggs all had to come out, of course, one way or the other. There was no holding them inside him, not even as his eyes watered, grunting deep in the back of his throat.

“Mmmph…"

“Mmm, good boy," the fox praised, taking the lead and rubbing the drake's hind end, sliding his fingers down around his tail. “Very nice… A bit deeper now, hook your back end down, it'll help them all come out."

Brezzen groaned as he pushed and the eggs moved a little more, his backside clenching as muscles he never usually had to think about did the work for him. He panted heavily as a headier, heavier slop of slick semen poured out, splattering to the mattress, though that was completely ruined by that point. There was only so much, even then, that could be done, after all.

The dragon panted heavily as the eggs worked their way out, though it was harder that way, even if his cock was still hard. The cock ring did that, not his own true arousal, and he spread his hind legs a little more to “lay" the eggs as the first plopped down, wet and gleaming.

“Mmmmph…"

The cameras zoomed in for a close-up shot of his straining tail hole and how his pucker even seemed to bulge around the eggs at that widest point, holding on to them as if his body didn't want to give them up. They still vibrated, but someone switched off the vibrate function when they made their way out of his body, leaving him with the odd feeling that he was shifting in place, even when he was being still. The leftover tremors from the vibrations clawed at him, sinking too deeply into his psyche as he huffed and puffed, licking his lips.

Silos wormed his way under the dragon, not minding the mess at all, though it was hard to get into a position where the eggs would not fall on him. But he had to get the shot, the head cam recording every last tiny detail as the dragon laid the eggs. It was the best oviposition scene he had seen in a while and he rubbed Brezzen's ankle soothingly as the dragon bore down, evidently straining to finish the scene.

“A bit more now, a few more big pushes…"

There was still excrement, of course, to come from the dragon's tail hole, some slick and messy along the eggs in brown streaks and some clumped up in light speckles. Of course, Brezzen had already spent most of the solid waste matter from his body earlier in the session but the staining had the fox squirming, making sure to angle his head just so he got the right angle, wanting everything to be captured, absolutely everything.

The eggs splattered down wetly, rolling aside, though the mess from them didn't matter to Silos. He even let one bump and roll off his chest, a wet stream of scat-marked semen lingering on his chest, to mark its path.

Silos' paw worked over his own fox-shaft furiously, a knot at the base rising, throbbing tenaciously. Oh, how he wanted to cum – yet he knew his orgasm was not the main event there, no, not by a long shot, even if he wouldn't have minded all the attention being on him. That was a side shot, as far as he was concerned, squeezing his cock behind the knot to push his sheath back a little more out of the way. The exposing chaps kept everything on show and he moaned, rolling his hips up sensually as he showed off his aching hard-on. His cock throbbed openly and, as the dragon laid his eggs, he let arc after arc of fine fox seed splatter his own chest and stomach.

The cameras took a shot of that too, zooming in on Silos' debauchery, the fox licking his muzzle just to shoot them a cheeky grin, fully in the zone as he relished in the moment. It was where he belonged, in front of the camera rather than supporting behind it, and things were about to change for him on that front.

He only hoped he'd have more scenes with the big drake, perhaps even to get properly fucked and bred by him!

The last eggs to come out of the dragon's tail hole, of course, were the dirtiest, one of them more brown than grey and pink, for it had borne the brightest colours of the clutch. It worked its way out slowly as Brezzen whined and closed his eyes, snaking his head back and forth in open discomfort from how hard it was to push out. He didn't know, honestly, how dragonesses did it when they laid a clutch, though he wasn't about to go up to one and recount his experience just to hear hers too. No… No, that would be far too humiliating for him, panting heavily, his sides shuddering and juddering, jaws hanging open in a ragged, breathless snarl.

It was Silos who, in a small way, helped ground him as he bore down on the eggs, pushing out the last two with grunts and gasps. If his wings had been free, they would have drooped to either side of him, though Silos worked quickly to pile the eggs up, as if they were really a clutch the dragon had laid all for himself. The marked eggs went on top, in the pride of place, Silos murmuring throatily, his tail sweeping back and forth as he enjoyed the moment for what it was.

Kinky. Lustful. A money shot.

Silos, however, took his cue from the director, and rose slowly, his fur ragged and clumped together with cum and slime from the drake's ass, though the notion of it did not even cross his mind. As Brezzen hung his head, thoroughly spent, he cupped the dragon's muzzle gently and, without a flicker of fear in his heart, kissed his snout.

“Well done, Brezzen," he whispered, keeping his voice low, though Silos' tail still wagged obviously, for he wasn't trying at all to hide his pleasure in a scene well done. “That was a fantastic shoot! They really tested you and you came through it all."

Offering Brezzen a drink from a bucket of water, which had a large enough opening in it to fit his muzzle, the fox smiled widely. The dragon took great, gulping draughts of water, a bulge showing running down his throat with every swallow he took. Silos set it aside when Brezzen was done, slightly breathless, and cupped his cheek lightly, respectfully.

“It would be heaven to be bred by you," he said honestly, sincerity ringing through his tone. “What a fantastic scene… What a great, powerful dragon you are. Brezzen, I do so hope we meet again one day!"

Brezzen blinked but the fox had done his job well and the scene wrapped up with a final close-up on the eggs and his lewdly gaping tail hole, how it still strained open widely as if it was expecting something else to be shoved in there. Frankly, even Brezzen was surprised there wasn't more, for they had thrown him more than a few shockers in that scene.

And everything is done now… The territory is mine!

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He growled, raising his head proudly as the attendants came in to strip him of the harness and the gear. Finally, he could stretch out his wings, though the movement came with a groan as sore, aching muscles needed to be worked.

Most of the anthros working there had needed to leave during that shoot, some rotating back in with clamps over their nostrils and strongly-scented oils to cover up the reek of excrement, though Brezzen scoffed at them. What was wrong with them? He had dealt with the worst of it, truly so, and he'd come through it all much better than any of them had.

The fresh water from Silos was greatly appreciated, however, though he could really have gone for a full body massage too, if any of the pesky little things with hands, or paws, were willing to help him out there.

However, it did not seem the gryphons had gone far at all as Nimmot and Derriam sat in large, respective tubs, which seemed to be made of metal. They were shallow enough that the water came about up to the gryphons' knees when they were standing, a couple of avian anthros, who must have had a different sense of smell than some of the mammalian ones, working hard at shampooing them.

Nimmot in particular raised his backside to make sure all the grime was worked out of his fur, churring and clacking the edges of his beak together as he took pleasure in the fingers massaging and kneading his muscles. The hawk and red kite anthros, both with brown feathers in various, striking shades, made faces as muck got into their feathers but, well, it was all part of the job. At least they were dealing with the clean-up, rather than being expected to be working during the majority of the shoot itself. That was something, in a small way.

“I see you are finally done with your shoot," Nimmot teased, the gryphon fanning out his wings as soap suds fluttered from him. “Did you really need to take quite that long to push out all those eggs? I could have done it in minutes."

The dragon snarled, lips peeling back from his teeth, though even that felt like it took a lot more effort than it should have, even in that moment.

“Oh, keep your comments to yourself feather-brain," he snapped, though the insult didn't really have the bite behind it to land painfully. “You get all the cushy jobs, I wouldn't be surprised if you planned this."

If he had been better-versed in gryphon body language, he would have caught the not-so-innocent set of the gryphon's body and the look on his face, though Brezzen was too complacent still. He didn't care much what Nimmot thought, though getting his own back on the gryphon… He had to admit, it was very much a thought in his mind.

“Brezzen, over here."

Skilfully diffusing what was turning out to be an exceedingly tense situation, Silos led Brezzen away to someone he could rest, though it was just a large mat on the ground, something that would surely be thrown out after the shoot.

“They didn't have a tub large enough for you, not yet," he explained, offering the dragon a smile. “But they will if you come back again!"

Brezzen scoffed.

“They how am I supposed to get clean?" He said. “I don't want to walk out of here reeking like this."

The fox shrugged as if the thought had not even crossed his mind.

“It's not that usual around here, maybe they thought you'd prefer a dip in a lake or something to get properly clean?"

Brezzen shuffled his wings, grunting as it dislodged a clump of filth that had been wedged in, supposedly, between the wing binder and his wing. Ugh.

“I'd rather take advantage of the services here."

If the gryphons were going to get all cleaned up, even with someone digging their fingers into his rump to scratch and massage away the dirt with a heavy dose of shampoo, well he was going to have the same treatment.

“You're worth more than that jackass, you know," Silos said, tilting his head, though he didn't quite manage to keep a cunning fox-ish grin from his muzzle. “You're good, really good… And they have done so many scenes already. They have a really good fanbase and following, which is why they're popular, but anthros like to see new things, fresh things. You know?"

Brezzen didn't honestly know but he wasn't going to say that, though he tried not to let on as to his inexperience in that matter either. He'd learned his lesson from going into things too cockily and took a breath, setting his stance back a bit. Resisting the urge to preen and clean his scales was difficult and he shuffled uncomfortably.

“You think so?"

That started an idea forming in the back of his mind, bubbling up as he considered it. The gryphon, to be fair, really was a “jackass," as the fox had put it. He barrelled into things with such overconfidence that it didn't matter at all what was going on; he just had to be in charge. Even when he was on the bottom, he ended up taking control in one way or another, all with that strange, gleaming smirk in his eye. It was just as well a gryphon could not smirk with such a beak, for it might have made his stomach boil in an even more uncomfortable way than it already was.

“Yes…" Brezzen breathed. “I think it's about time I evened the score."

The fox grinned and clapped him on the shoulder, even though there was a drying smear of filth there.

“You don't need to always do what they say," he confided in Brezzen, though he enjoyed pressing buttons, just a little. “You can suggests scenes to them too and, sometimes, they'll go for them. You've just got to think about what anthros like."

Brezzen scoffed and shrugged.

“And just how am I supposed to know that?" He grunted. “I don't know anything about anthros, not even you. Or perhaps I know things about you I'd rather not know."

Silos barked a laugh.

“Hah! Well, we all do this for the money or because we like it. The guys here keep conditions good for staff, we all know what the scenes are, all contracts are above board. That is why you do have to read them thoroughly though so you know what scenes you are actually signing up for."

Brezzen rolled his eyes, though made no comment there. It wasn't worth it, not to a dragon.

“Maybe one day, however, someone will make Nimmot himself a sub in one of these scenes, a real one," Silos added, rubbing his muzzle as if the mere notion was an afterthought. “Then you could really get a good go on him, hm? If you stuck around here."

Brezzen contemplated that, though, well…it wasn't such a bad idea, no. It would mean he'd have to stick around and do something more there, but, if he got the chance to make things even with Nimmot and see to it that the gryphon knew who he was as a dominant partner too…that was not so bad. And he'd got used to the scenes also there, wanting to do more, to learn more, to gain more territory.

The territory was almost an afterthought, though it would heighten his standing amongst the dragon clans too, of course. There was that too and that was more important than, frankly, Brezzen was giving it credit for.

“I'll think on it some more," Brezzen said at last, putting off the decision until a later time, once he was clean again. “But thank you, for treating me kindly here. It is very new to me and I noticed. You are a good…actor."

Brezzen wasn't so sure that was the right word to use, but, well, that didn't matter. The fox smiled widely and patted his shoulders, though Brezzen bristled lightly. He wasn't a pet to be patted like that…though Silos did not mean it unkindly in the slightest.

There were different ways to act and there were different scenes. If he wanted to come into his own and find something that worked for him, the dragon was going to have to step up and see.

At least, Silos planted the seed of an idea in his head…

It was up to Brezzen where he took that forward.

*

“Here you are, Brezzen: the deeds to your land."

Ambor eyed Brezzen carefully, but the dragon didn't seem upset by what he had gone through, even though it had surely been quite a trial for him. The dragon stood tall, his blue scales pristine again, and the wolf resist the urge to tease him about the rather “dirty" ordeal he had gone through.

Ah, well, it had all worked out in the end.

“Actually…" Brezzen said, shuffling his wings against his back. “I was wondering if you had further contracts for me. Or just needed another actor."

The wolf blinked at him and Brezzen hid his smirk, pleased by how the wolf seemed caught off-guard. The dragon took a breath and immediately regretted it. Even after a couple of days had passed, his scales reeked from the last scene he'd had to do.

“I… What do you mean?" Ambor asked levelly. “More contracts? Are you looking for more land?"

Brezzen cocked his head, eyes glinting.

“Perhaps… Or just a chance of revenge. If Nimmot can “dish it out," as anthros say, he can surely take it too."

“Hm…"

Ambor's eyes gleamed and Brezzen could see he was tempted, although he didn't know the kind of money being thrown around there. He didn't need to. All the dragon knew was that he wanted a chance to give the gryphon (maybe not so much Derriam) a taste of what he had given him, as filthy and as messy as he could. Some good topping and domination too, to turn things back on Nimmot and anyone else that thought they were better than him, would not hurt.

Ambor paused, the wolf's lips slightly parted.

“I think we can strike a deal."

In that, Brezzen knew he'd get his chance. He'd make sure of it. But his work at the studio was far from done.

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