FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Alfonze looked down at the small note in his hand. Near illegibly scrawled across it -in Dante's sloppy otter handwriting- were the words "Job Interview, 25771 Harvard Street". Wiping the hair out of his face, he looked up at the wrought iron gate displaying the identical address in rusting letters and numbers. Beside the gate stood a decrepit-looking guard booth with an old, chubby raccoon in a blue security outfit, and crumbs of a donut -or what Alfonze assumed to be a donut- around his mouth, apparently asleep.

"Uh, excuse me?" The lion asked politely. The brown and gray coon gave a slight start, slid his cap back onto his head, threw a thumb behind his shoulder and muttered " 's in there, jus' go on in. Back door's never shut round here.." all without making eye contact with the lion.

"Oh, thanks.." Alfonze replied and tested the gate. It creaked open with mild reluctance. Inside was a big, empty lot with several small, square buildings and flaking tan paint. Each had a noticeably red digit painted above the door. He saw buildings three, five, and six the closest, with building three being the largest.

A small, white sign lay tipped over on its side nearby. It read "Interviews, Studio Three" with a big, red arrow facing to Alfonze's left. Someone had scribbled a crude figure eight beneath it. He walked over and stepped inside the door with the big red three marked over it.

Inside was a clean, white hall lined with several doors on either side and chairs along the walls. Furs of all shapes and sizes bustled about, carrying boxes, papers, some in business suits, others in bathrobes. Raising an eyebrow, Alfonze found the environment slightly weird, seeing that they were all males, but no one paid him any mind, continuing through daily business, whatever that may be.

Suddenly, a buff-looking ermine popped his head out of a nearby door.

"PAUL! I need a fluffer in here NOW!" he warbled. Noticing Alfonze not too far away, he asked "Oh, are you my fluffer?"

"Uh, no. I'm here for an interview. What's a flu.." the lion started to ask, but was rudely cut off by the ermine who gave an aggravated huff.

"Down the hall, take a right, you'll see a line-up" he explained, then cupped a hand to his mouth, "PAUL! If you don't get me a fluffer in five minutes, I'm making you the new one!"

There was an indistinct reply from further down the hall, and the ermine let out a sigh. Before the young lion could thank him for the directions, the ermine had already disappeared behind the door. Alfonze just gave a shrug and continued down the hall.

The line-up was just around the corner as the ermine had said, with only about three other people. It gave the lion a spark of hope with so few other applicants. He eyed over them; all male. The first was a lanky, brown bear, sporting a pair of sunglasses over his head, a red and white striped shirt, and black jean shorts. The second was an average-looking fox in a white t-shirt, a black vest, and matching leather pants. The last one, standing just in front of Alfonze, was a petite, white rabbit in a far too tiny purple shirt, showing off some midriff fur, and very short shorts. To the lion, it looked like something a busty, 'out there' chick might wear at a strip club, but he didn't bother to ask.

The four of them stood together for a long, quiet moment. Alfonze considered what an odd bunch they would've appeared anywhere else in the town. The thought, however, died and became how normal they looked together as a squat koala, a tribal tiger, and a slim coyote emerged from a nearby door and passed down the hall.

"Uh, just what is this pla--" The lion started to ask the rabbit. Before he could finish, the door opened, and a tall, black panther in a very fashionable, expensive-looking tailored suit stepped out into the hall. He had deep, piercing, green eyes and an examining expression.

"Interviews?" The panther asked in a low, cold voice. The four of them nodded, though the panther's attention seemed to have caught and stuck on Alfonze. He lifted a clipboard and began to scribble something down. He quickly inspected the first three with mild amusement, still marking off something on his clipboard, mumbling something to himself. The boys all stood still and silent as the panther inspected each of them.

"Hmm." The panther rumbled as he finally reached Alfonze, seeming to pick up interest. Their eyes met for a moment before the panther scanned him over with those eyes, like the lion was a piece of meat.

"Tan lion, 6'1'', muscular, slim build, golden fur, clean mane. Hmm.." More scribbling.

Alfonze's tail flicked nervously from side to side. The panther's short muzzle perked up in a sinister, half smirk.

Suddenly, he rounded on the bear, "You," pointing with his pen, "Room four. You," to the fox, "Room six. You," at the bunny, "Room eight. And you.." he turned on Alfonze, "Room twelve." he smiled sincerely, yet briefly. "Off you go, boys."

Motioning smoothly with one hand, the black panther directed the four of them into the door he emerged from. They shuffled in quietly to find another hallway lined with doors on both sides. The very first door on the right was labeled '4', a small black number in the middle.

" 's me, I guess," the bear drawled, stepping inside. The doors down continued in sequence. The fox took door six with a "good luck, dudes," before entering. Frost walked alongside the bunny quietly, the slender male flashing him a smile.

"This is mine," he said, giving Alfonze a wink and a wiggle of his heart-shaped tail before slipping inside. The lion just chuckled slightly and continued on down the hall. He paused as he reached his appointed door, the center of it marked like the others with a number twelve. Taking a deep breath, he turned the handle.

Inside, the room was furnished with an expensive-looking, mahogany desk, a black satin couch in front of the desk, two smaller lounge chairs on either side of the couch, and...a bed? Yes, it was a king-sized bed just behind the desk, with soft-looking sheets and plush pillows. But what was a bed doing in a business office? Alfonze didn't have long to ponder, for behind the desk sat a very handsome, Godly-looking black stallion, writing something down in a notebook.

Alfonze just couldn't seem to take his eyes off of the beauty. He was looking at a stunning God, fallen from the heavens. Gleaming, black fur, a chiseled face, a silky, long black mane that curled into fine locks at the ends, very defined, muscular arms. Never before had Alfonze been attracted to another man, but his was far more than a man. This specimen sitting before him was...God. The stallion looked up from his papers, green eyes meeting the lion's.

"Welcome. Have a seat." The equine spoke in such a smooth, manly tone, with a hint of a smile, giving a nod to the couch in front of him.

Alfonze nearly melted at the few magical words. What was happening to him? Finding little strength before his knees gave out, the lion moved to the plush couch and sat down, or more like sank down. It was very comfortable indeed, bringing him to eye level with the stallion. He eyed over the equine in more detail when the horse wasn't looking. Thick, rippling muscles spilled out of a black tan-top, the cotton molding itself against a chiseled chest. From his angle of view, Alfonze could only see four of the possible eight-pack abs.

The horse finished writing and stood slightly, leaning forward to extend a hand. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Giovanni, though most people just call me Gio, for short." Their hands clasped firmly.

"Alfonze. My friends call me Al," He replied, shaking the stone-hard, yet silky smooth hand, feeling the majestic strength behind the grip. They both sat back, Giovanni clasping his own hands together.

"So, how'd you hear about us?" The stallion questioned in that smooth voice, never breaking eye contact with Alfonze.

"Oh, a friend gave me the address, and seeing how dead broke I am, I decided to check it out..." The feline replied. It felt as though he were under a trance, or spell, caught deep in those emerald eyes.

"Alright. Well Alfonze, you can begin anytime." The disconnection of eye contact brought Alfonze back to reality.

"Uh, excuse me?" He asked, tail flicking slightly.

"You know, take your clothes off." The horse smiled warmly, as if it was a perfectly normal thing to say.

"Sorry, I don't quite understand...You want me to strip for you?" Alfonze started to rise in discomfort.

"Well, yes." Giovanni replied flatly. The lion just stared at him, baffled.

"Look," As much as Alfonze wanted to strip in front of this dream stud sitting here, he also cared about his pride, "I don't know what kind of crazy place this is, but I'm sure I can find a job without sucking someone's dick to get it!" He didn't mean to say any of that. It was just an impulse.

The stallion maintained his quiet, complacent smile. "I see..," He said in a low, intimidating, yet still friendly, voice. He stood up, "Well, if that's how you feel, I'd be happy to show you out."

Giovanni got up and walked towards the door. Alfonze froze as the equine passed from behind the desk. The black tank-top continued past the stallion's waist, and then...nothing; Nothing except bare horse flesh. Marbled legs pumped with every proud step. Thick muscles rippling under smooth fur like water. The finely-groomed tail swept over an ass that looked more carved out of diamond than grown naturally. Alfonze briefly noticed a patch of white blotches of fur grouped around the stallion's tail and some even on his ass. It was doing wonders to the lion, making him almost dizzy from a lack of oxygen.

Most of all, what Alfonze could not help but stare at, was the thick, dangling example of manhood between Giovanni's legs. It was soft, but clearly hung, no less than six inches, the base of it was black, with more white blotches converging around the stallion's pubic area, while the upper half was a very alluring shade of pink, with a plump, mushroom-shaped head at the tip. It was all Alfonze could do not to collapse back on the couch at the sight of it.

Quietly, Giovanni opened the door, standing aside and smiling still.

"I, uh. Y-you're..." Alfonze stammered. Giovanni chuckled and drew a hand down his tank-top. His endowment wobbled slightly.

"Oh, this? Yeah, sorry. I was late today, so I just threw it on before leaving the house. Usually, I do the whole white collar thing for interviews. Here, lemme fix this," He explained, then proceeded to slip the shirt off with one hand. With a casual toss, it landed behind the desk, and to Alfonze's amazement, the gorgeous stallion was now completely nude.

_So it is and eight pack...oh my Gods._Alfonze thought to himself. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, feeling as if it were getting bigger by the moment, much like the lump in his pants.

"Change your mind?" Giovanni asked, noticing the distinct bulge forming in Alfonze's jeans. His tail gave a light flick over his bare butt as he continued holding the door open. The lion glanced at the open doorway, the barren, clean white, and the halogen lights above, then back to the horse. His eyes moved over the polite smile, down the carved chest and firm stomach, pausing on the delectable-looking cock. The term "horse-hung" was almost an understatement to Giovanni.

Suddenly, the toned hips gave a slight shift as Giovanni adjusted his position, and the girthy python swung up to slap a hard thigh, before falling back the other way. "Well?" The horse grinned.

"Oh, er, I, Uhm...yes, I mean, no, or..." Alfonze stammered like an idiot. Just say it, damn it! His inner voice exclaimed. You know you want to, and there's nothing stopping you. "Can I um...have a minute?"

"You have ten seconds." Giovanni grinned, a sudden mischievous spark danced in his emerald eyes.

"I...what?" the lion coughed.

"Seven."

"Ten seconds 'til what?..." Alfonze just stood there.

"Five"

The lion was caught in a trap, and he knew it. If he accepted and decided to stay, his life would turn down a new path for sure. If he refused, well, he'd be passing up on an excellent opportunity, and continue to hide his true identity and sexuality. He'd never before accepted himself as anything less than straight, but now that would have to change.

"Two"

The feline's tail flicked again.

"One." Giovanni let go of the door, Alfonze watching it as it swung slowly along metal hinges, until it closed with a soft clack. To Alfonze, the closing of the office door felt like something deep inside him had been unlocked. An inner spirit that had been awoken after years' slumber, and was ready to take on the world.

The stallion casually closed the distance between them, every step sending his dick swinging a little, like a windsock in the breeze. "Right then," He said and clapped the lion on the shoulder.

Alfonze unfroze for a moment, sucking in a breath and looking up into green eyes.

"Let's get on with it. Get on your knees." There was no malice in Giovanni's voice. No cruelty; Just a calm, direct command. Alfonze growled slightly, not a frustrated growl, but more of a submissive one. The hypnotic feeling was back again, and stronger now.

A slight tremor traveled down the lion's spine as he got down on his knees, face to face with that overgrown slab of horse meat. It looked much larger from his angle of view, or maybe it was just his imagination. He looked up, receiving the same warm smile Giovanni had worn since coming in. Idly, he rubbed at the equine's waist.

"Go on, it won't bite." Giovanni urged, giving a little thrust with his hips. Alfonze moved a hand and wrapped his fingers around it. The flesh was warm, soft and squishy, like a sponge. But it pulsed as he squeezed it gently, already starting to grow. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat again, bringing his muzzle closer to the slightly pink head. Giovanni held still, watching down complacently.

The lion's lips me the mushroom tip. Slowly, his muzzle opened up, tongue sliding out to brush up against the warm underside of the head and shaft. The whole thing pulsed and jumped, suddenly longer than it was just moments before. Slowly, Alfonze closed his lips over it and applied a slight sucking action. The now slick flesh compressed inside of his mouth and back of his throat. It pulsed between his lips, growing larger with every movement. Alfonze didn't think it would ever stop growing. He barely had half of it in his muzzle!

Giovanni gave another light thrust, one broad hand descending to wipe Alfonze's hair out of his face.

"Go wild kid. Suck that dick." He encouraged again, his hand now slipping down the back of Alfonze's head, gently pulling him in on his still-hardening cock. The lion swallowed once more, then slid his fingers in a ring down the horse's shaft, starting to suck harder. More of the stallion's meat disappeared into his muzzle. The head of it pushed against the back of his throat. His jaw was getting sore from being opened so wide without scraping his sharp canines against the stallion's thick cock.

He pulled back slowly, the horses hand still on the back of his head, but giving no resistance. He slid off the big dick and let it pop free of his mouth. The organ glistened with Alfonze's spit covering a little more than half of it, already semi-stiff. The lion brought up his hand and tugged on the shaft almost automatically, closing it into a fist and drawing up and down on it. Giovanni cooed contently.

He parted his lips again and let the cock slide in. His muzzle wrapped around the thick flesh again, this time the meat not compressing down, but staying hot and firm. He sucked softly, head bobbing, muzzle slurping along half the length. Giovanni pressed his hand down again and started to guide Alfonze's sucking, making his head bob at a steady, but swift pace.

"Mmm, yeah...that's a good kitty. You like that big dick, don'cha?" He goaded Alfonze along. "Won't suck my cock to get a job, huh? You just sucking it 'cause you like to suck dick?"

The question burned in the lion's ears. Alfonze blushed, wanting to say something, to growl, to purr. But that dick just kept pumping its way in his mouth, the fat horse balls swinging back and forth, coming ever closer to his chin.

"Swallow." Giovanni commanded, pushing up with his hips and down with his hand. There was a tense moment; Alfonze paused, feeling the thick knob begin to advance down his throat. He almost gagged, but pressed down on the shaft, swallowing it as ordered, feeling the throbbing shaft probe deeper. His nose touched the fine black hair of the stallion's crotch, and Giovanni removed his hand from Alfonze's head.

The lion inhaled the tasty scent of the equine. He smelled of sweet cinnamon and ginger. Deciding that he had done enough, he removed the flesh from his muzzle with a soft gasp. He said nothing for a moment, only sliding his hand back up the slick digits. His eyes widened slightly at the size of it now. Giovanni had to be fully erect by now, nearly a foot of meat in the lion's hand. It glistened in the light, shining with his own saliva, and perhaps some pre-cum as well.

With a free hand, Alfonze cupped the heavy balls, gently massaging them in his palm, while simultaneously stroking the horse cock.

"It's not my first time, ya'know..." Alfonze finally spoke, his eyes staying on the head of the dick. He jumped slightly when Giovanni threw his head back and laughed.

"I guessed as much," Said the equine, "Most gag on my dick if they haven't deep throated before." He smiled.

Alfonze thought back to his experience in the locker room after the champion football game in his freshman year of high school...

Gently, Giovanni reached down and took his dick from the lion's hand, waving it back and forth in his face.

"Do you like my dick?" The horse asked, suddenly slapping Alfonze's cheek with his still-hard member. A few drops of pre-cum gathered at the narrow slit.

"Yes..." Alfonze said quietly, glancing down to the floor, his face red hot.

"Say it then." Giovanni tapped his cheeks a few more times, leaving small, web-like trails of semen on Alfonze's face. He cupped the lion's chin in his hand gently, directing Alfonze's gaze up to his own beautiful face with a smile.

"I like your dick..." The feline said almost under his breath. The girthy horse dick slapped his cheek again, rubbing clear pre-cum into his golden fur. The plump, pink head grazed his lips again. Giovanni let go of his dick and the flesh fell down at an angle, too heavy under its own weight to stand upright on its own, though still stiff as marble.

"Take off your clothes now," The stallion commanded, setting his hands at his waist, dick slightly bobbing in the open air as it hung down.

Alfonze slowly got off the floor, his knees now a little sore from being on them so long. He pulled his black t-shirt up over his head and let it fall to the floor beside him, carefully undoing his belt before pulling it off and unzipping his jeans. He paused, looking at the horse. The chiseled stud crossed his arms and smirked, giving a slight nod.

Alfonze slowly slid down his pants, then boxers, stepping out of them. His erection sprung up, eight rock-hard inches jutting out from his sheath proudly over a pair of smooth, round balls that rivaled the stallion's.

Giovanni smiled approvingly, "Not bad." He reached out and grabbed the lion's tool, causing Alfonze to jump slightly, though he didn't stop him. Giovanni tugged it gently, while guiding him around and up against the smooth, jet-black bed post. He squeezed the lion's dick in a firm grip, angling it down a bit as if he were trying to milk a cow. Alfonze moaned and grabbed the bed sheets as the horse stroked up and down his cock. To him, it felt electric. Not many people had touched him in such ways before. Well, actually, no one had.

Giovanni grinned at the sounds of pleasure coming from the lion, then moved a ginger under his nuts and tickled them. He switched up, letting Alfonze's dick slap against his smooth stomach.

"Up on the bed, kitty," Giovanni ordered, his dick rubbing up against Alfonze's thigh.

Alfonze placed both his hands behind him for support and lifted his butt, moving back to the center of the bed. Giovanni followed him, lifting his knees onto the soft mattress and positioning himself in front of Alfonze's spread legs.

"Wait, what're you..." The lion started, but was silenced by a finger to his lips. It traced over them smoothly, then slipped between them. Alfonze sucked it obediently, his ears splayed back.

"Good boy. Now, lift your legs," Giovanni ordered as he pulled his wet finger free. Alfonze lifted them as order, grabbing the undersides of his knees, just as Giovanni's wet finger slid over his tight asshole. He gasped a little at the unexpected action and tensed slightly.

"Wait, you're not..." He tried again, but was again silenced by a soft "shhh..." The finger moved away and returned moments later with something slick and gooey, smearing around his pink ring. Alfonze curled his toes and moaned a little as the digit slipped around his entrance before pressing inside. He wondered for a moment where the lube had come from, but it was dismissed as the stallion hilted his finger inside him. Giovanni jabbed carefully inside the lion a few times, feeling around against his prostate. He then slipped a second finger in, which invoked a groan from Alfonze. The two digits worked around, forcing the cool goo deep inside him.

Giovanni twisted his fingers this way and that, spreading the slippery lube all around before pulling out, teasing around the rim. He pulled away and grabbed his own dick, smearing the last of the lube as well as some dribbling pre-cum down his shaft. Gripping it by the base, he grinned and gently slapped it around the feline's perfectly-curved ass, then aimed it down, rubbing it up one side of Alfonze's cock, letting it throb against the lion's package. He dragged it back, teasing the head down along the furry nuts, then brushed back and forth underneath them before dipping further, rubbing it up and down the smooth crack a few times, and finally pushed it against the hole.

Alfonze gasped, tensing up slightly, his toes and fingers curling. With a wry smile, the horse forced his way in insistently, using short, little thrusts, feeling the resistance slowly breaking away. The lion whined softly, his tight pucker starting to stretch around the foreign intruder. The lion could feel his ring starting to burn uncomfortably, as if he were taking a painful shit, and prayed silently that it was hardly the case, that his hole was as clean and empty as possible. Perhaps this was simply what it felt like to lose one's virginity. Giovanni rocked his hips slowly back and forth, each time feeling himself go in a little more. With a soft pop, his blunt tip forced the lion's ring open. Both groaned as the stallion barreled in, sliding in inch after inch with little resistance, until his balls pressed flush against Alfonze's golden, furry ass.

Alfonze gasped with eyes wide, looking up at Giovanni, feeling a whole foot of horse cock lodged in his gut, his hole still burning from such a wide stretch. He panted softly, having held his breath during the penetration. His tail subconsciously flicked up between the horse's muscular thighs and slapped between Giovanni's supple ass crack.

"You're a natural, kid," Giovanni winked and pulled out slowly, his dick slurping from the stretched lion hole, now slick and glistening with a mixture of pre-cum and lube. The stallion cooed and Alfonze sucked in a long, slow breath. The foot-long schlong slid out easily, the plump head nearly popping free, before he gripped the lion's hips and thrust all the way back in.

"Ah!" Alfonze yelped at the sudden entrance, but took another deep breath and let Giovanni continue.

The stallion hilted inside the warm, moist hole and pulled back out again, setting up a steady rhythm. Alfonze whimpered slightly, grabbing hold of the bed sheets as the horse began to breed his butt.

Giovanni used long, drawn out thrusts, drawing back slowly to let over half his length slide free, before jamming the whole thing back inside the welcoming butt. The two of them grunted and groaned, Giovanni beginning to pick up speed. A slight veil of sweat started to trickle down his brow, droplets sparkling across his chest. He huffed and pumped, leaning forward and curling the lion up into a ball, pistoning in and out of his ass, a loud slurp resounding through the room every time he withdrew from the stretched ring, followed by a slap every time his hips came into contact with the lion's perfectly round ass cheeks.

They stayed like this for a while, the two of them looking into each other's eyes as their fur rubbed together, Giovanni bucking down harder and faster every so often. Time seemed to slip by. Seconds, minutes, maybe even a whole hour or two. The lion wasn't sure. All his mind could focus on was the thick slab of meat ramming in and out of his rear end. An electric shiver surged up his spine every time the plump head pressed against his prostate. His tongue lolled out to the side, head pressed into the pillows. Reaching down, Alfonze grabbed his aching dick and tugged at it vigorously.

Giovanni grunted, sweat starting to form all over his Adonis-like body, matting down his fur slightly, muscles rippling beneath like water, as he pumped down into the feline butt. He kept plugging away, lost in the sweet, slick ecstasy of the most wonderful sex he'd had in a long time. Licking his lips, he watched the lion groan and squirm beneath him, working his own eight inches in a furry hand. The horse sat up a little, slowing down his pace, using short, hard thrusts, tensing his ass as he hilted into the lion.

I didn't take much longer before that familiar itch began to build in the stallion's balls. He panted and grunted, thrusting harder, almost bouncing the lion against his dick. With a deep bellow, he started to buck faster, more erratically, sometimes withdrawing all the way to the tip, sometimes just a little, until he began to use short, rapid thrusts, panting hard. The heated action caused Alfonze to moan louder, almost on the verge of yelling, but he didn't care if anyone heard now. Giovanni sat up almost all the way, placing the lion's ankles on his shoulders, leaning back and using solely his hips, almost lifting Alfonze up off the bed. He squeezed into the lion's thighs and bit his lip, letting out a long, low groan as he finally held himself inside Alfonze and let loose. His dick jumped fiercely, making the lion's eyes open wide as the thick, horse nuts pulled up to his butt and a giant load of hot cum filled his insides.

Giovanni let out a long, relaxed groan, pressing up as firmly as he could against Alfonze's ass before his whole body went slack. He held himself inside the warm, wet hole a long moment, the two of them panting, before the horse started to pull out, watching inch after inch of his stiff, black pole slip, covered in gooey, white cum, from Alfonze's stretched hole. The lion's tailhole gaped, pink and loose, drooling out the gooey, white load. Quietly, Alfonze put down his legs, letting them hang off the edge of the bed as he lay panting, his hard member still throbbing against his belly.

"Not done yet, Kitty. Pop yourself," Giovanni smiled and lightly patter the underside of the lion's nuts before looking down at Alfonze's muzzle, "And open up." He said, slowly thrusting with his hips, his limp member grazing the lion's nose, the smells of fresh sex filling his nostrils.

Obediently, Alfonze opened up his mouth, and Giovanni immediately slid his slick cock into the wet, warm muzzle. The feline sucked gently, tasting remnants of cum, lube, and his own ass on the stallion's dick. He grabbed his own piece again and stroking it steadily. He inhaled through his nose, taking in Giovanni's sweet, husky scent, while sucking at the wet, glistening cock like a baby with a pacifier, much to the Stallion's pleasure. Giovanni leaned in again, pushing his muscular hips up until the lion's muzzle was firmly planted against his sweaty crotch, with his spent, heavy balls resting against Alfonze's chin.

Without warning, the feline came in an almost overwhelming wave of pleasure, pumping his rock-hard inches rapidly, nearly sucking the horse's soft dick all the way down his throat. Giovanni was amazed at how Alfonze managed to perform such a feat without either passing out from a lack of oxygen, or gagging on his endowment. Spurt after creamy white spurt of hot cum shot from Alfonze's piss slit, most of it landing between Giovanni's supple ass cheeks, down his muscular thighs, and on Alfonze's own stomach. A total of nine exciting spurts of cum volleyed from the lion's dick before he finally came down from his temporary high. The entire time, Giovanni simply groaned as his dick received one more working out from Alfonze's throat. As the feline collapsed into the bed sheets with a content sigh, the black stallion pulled free of his muzzle with a soft, slurping sound.

"Not bad, Kid," Giovanni said, getting off the bed and fishing out a couple of towels from the bottom drawer of his desk. Passing one of the towels to Alfonze, he mopped his slick brow, then patted his chest down and wiped off his cock and streaks of Alfonze's cum from his backside. Alfonze cleaned himself off in the same manner, licking his lips before wiping down his face. Sitting up, he placed the cloth under his ass, so as not to leak all over the bed sheets, though it was a little pointless now.

"So...about that interview," Alfonze began after a long silence while Giovanni wiped himself down.

"That was the interview, buddy. What were you expecting in a porn studio?" Giovanni chuckled.

Alfonze's eyes went wide, jaw dropping slightly, his cheeks turning a deep shade of pink.

"Oh...right. Of course, yeah I was just, uh...nervous," he tried to chuckle it off, scratching his head.

"No need to worry. Everyone is nervous their first time here," a male voice spoke from the door of the office room. Alfonze looked up to lock eyes with the exquisite-looking black panther that inspected him earlier, still in his sharp suit and smiling slyly. "A very impressive performance, Alfonze. I'm Andrei Colt, owner of Colt Studios, for male pornography, of course. Would you like a copy?" The black panther spoke in such an undertone of seductive playfulness, Alfonze almost felt entranced every time he spoke. Yet Andrei never failed to maintain an aura of professionalism.

"A...copy?" Alfonze asked, ears perking.

"Yes, we tape all of our 'interviews'," Andrei nodded towards four small, black, wall-mounted cameras positioned in each corner of the room. Alfonze was surprised he did not notice them earlier, but perhaps it was Giovanni that kept his attention directed elsewhere. "It lets the producers review how everyone did. As you can see, there are cameras set up all over the place."

"Oh," the lion said sheepishly, feeling stupid for not having noticed that, "Uh, yeah, I guess I'll have a copy."

"Wonderful. We'll deliver you a copy once we negotiate a contract," the panther said in an official tone, his hands clasped behind his back.

Alfonze noticed a bulge growing in Andrei Colt's slacks, "...Contract?"

"Why, for the next flick, of course. You'll be starring beside me, handsome," Giovanni chuckled, wrapping an arm around Alfonze. "If you'd like, that is..." he added, whispering seductively in the feline's ear, licking gently at Alfonze's neck, which sent chills down his spine.

Alfonze grew excited towards the deal that had just been proposed to him, and did not hesitate to nod towards the panther. However, he made a mental note to strangle Dante for telling him practically nothing about what he was getting himself into.

"Fantastic. I'll retrieve the paperwork to go over with you in my office. We'll need a facial shot of you for reference and identification. You can go clean up in the showers just down the hall. I'm sure he can show you," Andrei nodded towards the black stallion standing next to Alfonze, who was still unabashedly naked and looking as devilishly sexy as ever.

"Okay," Alfonze gave a smiling nod.

"Well then, you two take care of your needs, and I'll meet you in my office in a half hour, Andrei Colt smiled genuinely before turning on his heels and walking back down the hall.

"Bet he was watching us the whole time, the cock slut," Giovanni commented once the door shut. He moved his arm down the Alfonze's back, and the other arm under his knees, picking him up bridal style off the bed. The feline laughed lightly, letting the stallion carry him out of the office, and, presumably, towards the showers.