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It was far from the fantasy Jasper had imagined, especially given that things he had seen and heard about online. But from the small bubble of near-sterile white amidst the expanse of the studio, the canine hybrid felt entirely out of place as people moved almost too literally behind the scenes.

The last contact he had had was with the young folf who'd escorted him to the makeshift set, something which constituted little more than some cheap flatpack furniture between a bed, couch, fake plants, and a few chairs. If Jasper were feeling generous, he could have suggested it was enough to convey the idea of a generic room with a bed, but it was just about as stripped back as he was right there and then.

From the moment he'd first entered the studio lot, the male had been hurried along by the folf runner who seemed to have been made responsible for Jasper's overall wellbeing. After first signing a flurry of forms, he'd been encouraged to discard most if not all of his clothes which had since disappeared with the folf himself, leaving Jasper awkwardly sat covering his lap with a pillow while he waited. In the back of his mind, he wondered if he had picked up some comments about some scheduling mishap, but he could no longer be sure as he withdrew into himself under the studio's lights.

Yet no matter how small he felt, Jasper could tell that he stuck out like a sore thumb, the Doberman-coyote's fur between mellowed tan and pastel gray standing in stark contrast to the diffused beige and pale wood of the furniture around him. More than that, while the colors of his Doberman's coat were bold enough, the thicker fluff of his pelt from his coyote side made him seem larger than he ought to have been. In reality, he wasn't even sure if he had made the right decision coming for the audition, not least when his slightly chubbier build and inoffensive, approachable demeanor gave him anything but the air of a porn star.

But he'd been there nearly an hour already, and with the camera crew milling around with such anxious energy, he didn't dare back out now. If nothing else, though he doubted he'd be worth the trouble, he just didn't want to back out now and waste all their time.

However, any hopes of changing his mind were summarily dashed when he sensed the atmosphere shift among the crew members. The folf, Jasper's would-be guardian, made a hasty return as he paced onto the set, a paw to his ear and listening to his headset, the other reaching out toward the canine.

“He's here?" The folf said as he took hold of Jasper's cushion hiding his crotch, “Fucking finally, only thirty minutes late." The male locked eyes with the canine hybrid, offering him a quick, apologetic smile, “When he arrives on set, we're gonna start immediately, okay? We've lost enough time as it is, so just roll with it."

“I… uh-"

“You'll be fine. Cade's ego is as big as his… well, y'know." Jasper saw the folf smirk despite how well he tried to hide it, “He'll lead, you follow."

With the comfort of the pillow gone and the folf already retreating behind the cameras, Jasper drifted into a new level of vulnerability as the minutes dragged on. He couldn't see much beyond the glare of increasingly warm lights, the heat adding to the apprehensive beads of sweat prickling across his skin. His heart drummed steady and hard in his chest, not quite racing, but not quite at ease. He licked his lips and swallowed, paws wringing themselves against one another, desperate to do anything to calm his nerves and distract himself.

Then he heard it, an all too loud clatter of doors being thrown open followed by the sound of hooves thumping hard along a concrete floor. Behind the blur of lights stalked a silhouette, a large figure making a determined charge toward the set while the rest of the crew hurried to their positions. With an impending arrival, the pounding rush of Jasper's own heartbeat filled his ears as his patience was finally being rewarded. He straightened up, his body unconsciously tense, as he looked toward the large male stepping up to join him on the studio set.

Before him towered a very familiar stallion, a horse who Jasper had already seen more times than he could count across Kingdom Studios' library of content new and old. Yet in spite of how many times the canine hybrid had seen the Clydesdale in pornos like Beach Bums to The Slammer, seeing the man in person was somehow far different. While he still rocked the same thick, toned build and flashed his signature smile, he seemed far older in the flesh than Jasper had imagined he would be. But with his pelt of caramel brown with soft white feathering, and a darker mulleted mane, it was unmistakably the same stallion Jasper had blown several loads to before now.

Standing over him, close enough that all Jasper had to do was reach out and touch him, it seemed unreal to find himself in the horse's presence. It was for that reason, he argued, that he had failed to register the man's own nudity as he sauntered up to the canine hybrid. But his eyes had begun to drift all the same, traversing the channels of his stomach and abdomen until landing upon the horse's fat sheath and its swollen balls below. Glancing back up, he met the stallion's gaze, faltering under his sly, devious grin.

“Well aren't you a cute lil thing," the stallion purred as he took step after purposeful step to close the distance between them, “Apparently you're the slut who thinks they've got what it takes, huh?" He leaned his paw forward, palm caressing along the canine's cheek, his fingers running through the fur, an almost intimate gesture had he not continued speaking, “You think a bitch like you can handle the likes of Cade Carmine?"

The stallion's eyes darted over to the camera, a potential break in the would-be fourth wall had it been a genuine film production, but at most he was simply keeping to a character for Jasper's sake. Cade offered him a touch of roleplay, something to ease past the awkwardness of a professional audition and into some casual fun between adults - albeit with a camera crew standing by.

He accepted the invitation and set his mind to the moment,

“Yes sir," Jasper declared, tilting his head into the horse's grasp. He moved his paws from his lap, stretched his legs further apart, and met the stallion's stare. Something was smoldering and intense behind his eyes, “I want to be your bitch."

Cade's grip tightened imperceptibly, but enough for the canine to sense the energy shift between them. The horse's smugness never once wavered, however.

“Then let's see what you can do." Raising one leg to rest on the bed beside Jasper, the horse was already leaning his head down to meet the canine, “Let's see what kind of fag you really are."

Though he needn't have bothered, Cade's grasp on his scalp held him tightly in place as the horse's mouth brushed against his own. Jasper's heart was racing in double time when the man's lips connected with his, his breath somehow hotter than he'd expected and undercut by the hint of something heady and masculine. The canine hybrid had little time to dwell on it, however, as Cade's tongue demanded entry to his mouth, its thick muscle prying between his lips with inconceivable strength. There was no other choice but to surrender to the stallion, his mouth parting to almost be immediately invaded by Cade's curious, indelicate tongue.

With the horse forcing his head back and the man seizing the opportunity to already take control of the scene, Cade had taken the perfect position to have his way with Jasper's mouth. His tongue was already working deep into his maw, their lips pressed together in a haphazard seal of spittle and saliva, and any groans or whimpers the canine made were smothered by the stallion's presence.

The taste was nearly overwhelming for Jasper, unable to pull his focus away from not just the contorting, writhing muscle nearly at his throat, but the copious rivulets of spit and drool oozing their way into his mouth. Every few seconds he found himself gulping and swallowing amidst loud, desperate noises of feverish desperation as Cade fed more of himself into him. Somewhere, in some distant corner of his mind, he wondered if his burning lungs might need fresh oxygen, but with half-lidded, delirious eyes and his body sinking under the horse, he passed over the thought as quickly as it came.

However, while Jasper might have lacked the sense to stay conscious under the stallion's assault, the veteran porn star seemed effortlessly attuned to his partner's diminishing state. Breaking from the canine's muzzle, thick strings of saliva hanging between their lips, Cade pulled himself out and away from Jasper. The canine hybrid would never have seen it there and then, but were he to watch back the recorded footage, he would have felt his stomach turn at the sight of the stallion's tongue taking an uncomfortably long time to free itself from the male's throat.

Despite not realizing how starved for air he was, Jasper coughed his way through several deep, ragged breaths. Each wheeze and splutter was tainted with him now, the canine's maw feeling as if the stallion had painted every inch until it had suffused deeper to his flesh. There was sweat, musk, cum, smoke, and goodness knows what else, all the things Jasper had suspected a porn star to smell and taste like.

Yet he didn't dare wipe his muzzle, ignoring the impulse to dry the slimy globs of drool Cade had left behind. With a camera peering toward his face, Jasper wanted to look the part, even going so far as to unfurl his tongue, widen his mouth, and look pleadingly at the stallion as if begging for more.

“You looked cute before, puppy," Cade snickered as he pulled himself upright, sucking spit through his teeth and smacking his lips, “Now you look like a needy whore."

In the midst of making out, it seemed the stallion had already had the forethought to drop his cock from his sheath. Its thick, throbbing length now hung from his crotch in a lazy curve under its own weight, as if promising the canine that he could easily be bigger than the behemoth it was now. With the stallion's waist poised right between him and Jasper's line of sight, there was nowhere for the male to look but up and beyond his overpowering manhood. While he thought it was obvious what the horse wanted him to do next, even borderline cliche, Cade was still able to surprise him.

As one of the horse's paws took a casual hold of his cock and began to idly stroke its length, it seemed the man didn't intend for Jasper to start giving him head. Not when Cade was already pivoting on the spot where he stood, using his innate size to swing one leg over Jasper's head to seamlessly turn his back on the male. Only in place of where the stallion's shaft should have been was now the two pert globes of the man's rear. With his tail lifted aside and his hips leaning back, Jasper's field of view was rapidly being engulfed by his approaching rump.

“Go on then slut." The horse reached behind him, fingers digging into the pliant muscles of his cheeks to hold them apart. Between the cleft of his buttocks was the man's hole, the mere sight of it so warm, soft, and inviting as Cade left little room for the canine to reconsider his options. “Since you like kissing so much, make out with my ass."

Somewhere to his side, Jasper was vaguely aware of a camera panning to capture the same angle he saw, but the closer he came to the stallion's rear the less it seemed to matter. First, there came the smell of his hole, the skin still slick with sweat and the faintest trace of lube from what could have been an earlier shoot in the day. It was heady on Jasper's sinuses as he breathed deep, paws instinctively reaching out to steady himself against Cade's thighs. Second was the heat, almost too dull for the canine to have sensed it initially, but with a thin inch between him and the horse's bare flesh, it was suffocating. It closed in from all sides as Jasper let himself sink deeper into the stallion, only stopping when his lips did indeed make contact with his hole. The third and final thing he could have felt, or rather tasted. The sharp tang of something masculine and forbidden. As his mouth parted and his tongue dared to creep forward, that malodorous flavor punched its way right through his maw and straight to the back of his throat.

“Yeah, that's the fucking ticket. Such a nasty bitch, hungry for my hole."

Jasper didn't respond, neither out of necessity nor capacity, not when his face was buried between the stallion's cheeks. His tongue stroked and smeared its way around the velvet edges of Cade's rim, marveling at how soft his flesh was in contrast to his expectations. But then the horse had never been the strictest top despite the character he presented himself as, and with just the slightest pressure Jasper was already sliding his tongue deeper into the man's ass. Both taste and texture were amplified inside the horse, from the pungent aroma of Cade's hedonistic musk to the acrid, moreish flavor leeching across the buds of his tongue. Jasper could even feel the rhythmic thrum of the stallion's heartbeat, a threading pulse running through the hot folds of his guts and only quickening the deeper the canine hybrid went. Cade even went one step further as he pushed his weight back into Jasper's head, muzzle flush with his spread ass, leaving him to gorge himself on the man's hole.

“Go on, get a good shot of the slut. Shit, I can feel his drool running down my legs."

It wasn't a lie either, not one for the cameras, as even Jasper could feel the spit spilling past his lips and out between the horse's buttocks. The more he suckled on his ass, the more saliva coated his already soiled face, a sight that must have been perfect for the footage being captured. His focus remained on the stallion's hole though, probing as deep as he could with lips sealed against his rim, slovenly devouring every morsel and mouthful he could that Cade fed back to him.

“Get in there, show me how much you love me." There was a certain breathlessness to Cade's voice, though his cocky front never faltered, “Keep it up and I might just blow my nuts right now."

While he might have taken that as a sign to redouble his efforts and eat the stallion's hole until he came, Cade was already pulling away with different intentions in mind.

Blinking against the renewed glare of studio lights, Jasper followed the stallion's form as he took a step upright. He seemed either oblivious or indifferent to the dripping mess of his own backside, though the canine surmised that it was likely an industry habit to only clean up once the camera's stop rolling. In turn, then, he fought the impulse to wipe the back of his paw across his face, no matter the nagging inconvenience of his spit-smeared muzzle. Instead, he looked up to meet the stallion's face as he turned back to face him, paw still stroking his cock, though now his erection was frustratingly hard in his grasp. In Cade's other paw, twirled between his fingers, was a generic albeit unmistakable shape of a foil square.

Cade flashed him his smug smile as he spoke, before snagging a corner of the condom between his teeth and ripping the wrapper open.

“But I'd hate to waste a load when puppy's got a tight hole that needs gaping."

With the tip of the prophylactic held to his head, Cade made a meal out of squeezing the thin sheath over his cock, his size clearly proving itself to be a challenge for the condom. Jasper would have questioned why a professional pornography studio wouldn't have the right condoms at the ready. But his curiosity was swiftly redirected elsewhere when Cade gestured for the canine hybrid to move further back along the bed.

As Jasper shuffled back, Cade strutted forward, the pair moving in tandem as they climbed further onto the bed. Even when they ought to have been level with one another, the stallion still loomed over the canine hybrid as he grappled with his sheathed cock. Its pallid transparency strained under the mass it attempted to hold back, Cade's paw working lube under his palm and around his fingers along the length. It made little difference to soothe the horse's raging meat, his dick twitching angrily as if annoyed it had been held back from Jasper's naked flesh.

After lubing himself up, Cade kindly offered a few slick fingers for the canine hybrid, though they came abruptly and without warning as they sank into his hole. Jasper barely had the thought to grimace at their sudden intrusion before he unconsciously pulled his legs back and held them in place at the knees. It was enough of an invitation for the horse to swoop in and take his place at the canine's rear, one paw working two indelicate digits through his hole while the other massaged his bulging cock. But in spite of the difference between a few fingers and Cade's horse-hung infamy, it seemed it would be the only warmup Jasper would get as the crew moved around the two men.

Pulling his paw away from the canine's rear, it was quickly replaced by the slick head of Cade's cock. With the condom separating their bare skin, the sensation seemed almost out of place as the stallion began to bear down on him. Something slick yet artificial pressed against his hole, a smooth feeling undercut by the cushioned shape of the horse's cock. But the pressure and weight were still more than sufficient to grind their way into Jasper's body. With gritted teeth, he sucked in a hard, tight breath as Cade's waist rolled forward and his cock speared through his hole.

Between the two of them, Cade merely sighed as his manhood was enveloped by Jasper's ass while he could only manage a lapse into short, shallow pants. What little he had or could have done to prepare himself was not enough as the horse continued to drive himself into the canine hybrid. His hole was stretched wide as Cade slid inside, every movement seeming as slight as it was cumbersome. Jasper could already sense the reason why, as even to him the touch of latex riding along his rim and through his guts was discouraging. It was in virtually every sense a barrier that held Cade back, the stallion's expression flickering to absent concentration as he fought to thrust deeper.

Even beyond that, the stallion struggled to keep his persona's composure as wrestled with his sheathed cock halfway in Jasper's hole.

Yet no sooner had Cade started to find a pace pulling himself back and forth through the canine's ass did the inevitable happen. They both felt it, though for Jasper it was a biting, brief sensation, but impossible to miss or forget. More so when the stallion froze in place, midway through pushing his hips down into the man's rear. A tension had finally given way, and the thin boundary between their bodies was suddenly gone. Jasper could feel the racing heartbeat of the horse pumping through his bare flesh, and there was a slick warmth of pre dripping deeper inside…

Cade's face resolved itself back into its smug grin, pausing only for a moment as only they acknowledged what had happened before he tore his cock free from the canine. The horse ignored the mewl Jasper made as he left him shuddering with a gaping hole. He simply squatted back on his haunches and raised his cock for the camera.

With a snort, his fingers picked at the split skin of the condom, peeling the layer off his shaft with exaggerated relief and triumph,

“No other choice now," Cade said, turning his smirk to the crew, “I guess I gotta breed you now, puppy." Returning back to Jasper's ass, cock pushed down and into his gasping hole, the stallion sank back into his guts far deeper than before. He leaned over the canine, shrouding him in his shadow, as he let slip a wink, “Not that a whore like you cares. No loads refused, right pup?"

If the horse was looking for an answer, he didn't give Jasper the time to give one as he thrust himself into the canine's ass. He felt the air rush out of him as if to make way for the incoming stallion, Cade's crotch diving to meet his cheeks as he hilted his length inside the canine. Jasper failed to catch his breath as the horse leaned hard into him, the man relishing how his body felt swallowing the full length of his cock unfettered by any cheap contraceptives. The pressure was enough to smother Jasper's prostate from the inside while culling his erection, leaving his cock to soften despite its own desperate beads of pre.

As Cade settled into an impatient, steady tempo with hard, determined thrusts driving his cock through the canine's guts, the horse got to work earning his keep as the professional between them. It was impressive to Jasper how the stallion still bore the signs of waning stamina as he held back his climax, the way he fucked the canine seeming as if he could ride him for hours and hours even then. Yet being so close to the horse gave Jasper a chance to see him without the mask, and it looked as though Cade hadn't been playing it up for the camera before. He really might have been close to an orgasm had he not pulled Jasper away from rimming his ass.

Through quiet snorts and snarls, the stallion's speed held its place as he slammed his cock from head to base, his body hunkered over Jasper's as they rocked together. The best the canine hybrid could do was clutch and claw at the horse's back, holding onto the writhing, thrusting, sweating male as he was pounded into the bed harder and harder. It had to have been minutes since the condom had broken, nothing like the time Jasper had imagined for a porno, but then this was only a trial run. Cade had already put the canine through his paces in more ways than one, and now it seemed was the final test. With a loud, guttural moan, the stallion threw his head back and his hips forward as he buried his cock right to the root.

Then Jasper felt it, the hot rush of cum flooding into his guts, and the horse's flesh throbbing and surging within him. Cade was unloading his seed somewhere deep within his abdomen, the volume of it seeming almost inconceivable to the canine as it swelled back through his innards. Warm, wet, and thick, it drained through him in waves with every pulse of Cade's cock, each time joined by a strangled huff as the man rode through the physical high.

But before his meat had finished pumping the last of his load, Cade made a hasty retreat, yanking his cock free from the canine's hole just in time for the last jets of cum to shoot over Jasper's crotch and stomach. The canine hybrid was only faintly aware of the slick heat painted across his tummy, not when he cried aloud with his hole stretched lewdly open. Through feverish shivers, he slid into hushed, stammered moans as the stallion's seed slopped from his gaping ass in an endless, oozing stream.

A camera was already hovering over his well-bred ass as Cade sat back, swatting Jasper's cum-smeared cheeks as he showed off the aftermath.

“Y'know," Cade said with a dirty snort, “I think this one's got the real makings of a nasty lil cumdump."