Scene Three
"Are you sure about this, Deej? You don't have to do this if you don't wanna. We can always get one of the other models..." It was an all too common refrain that the one it was directed at wanted absolutely no part of anymore. He rounded on the speaker, a house cat of about 5'6" wearing typical studio gear right down to his headset, finger poking at the feline's chest.
"If I hated this, I woulda quit after the first shoot, darlin'. You just gotta get that into yer head, all right?" The southern drawl that rolled out of the gryphon's beak was palpable almost, a sure sign that he was getting rapidly annoyed. "B'sides. Ain't no one can do this sort of stuff better than I can." And that was the truth in a nutshell.
Deej was the first actor to star in the 'Carnal Carnival' series of videos, one that was about to hit its fifteenth rendition with one of the actors that had helped found the company around it. The gryphon had charmed just about everyone in the underground film industry with his savvy demeanor and rather calculating acting method. He seemed to always know just what the viewers would want out of him and he gave it in every single one of his shoots. Now he owned a good share of a now multi-million establishment in the film sector, catering solely to those who'd loved his first film.
As a whole, the gryphon wasn't much to look at. He was short, lean with just the slightest hint of a belly now that he'd abandoned some of his more extreme training methods, and all in all he just screamed 'typical twink'. His feathers were a tawny gold, definitely taking his coloration from the more lion parts of his genetic makeup. His headfeathers were always tied back in a ponytail except when on set or when needed, and four metal hoops jangled in his ears at any given moment. His lion's tail was constantly active, jumping and swishing at seemingly the smallest provocation.
"I know, sir, it's just that you're the primary shareholder. There's your insurance premium to think of if the shoot doesn't... doesn't go right." It was clear the feline was nervous and probably with good reason. It's not every day that your boss comes down from his office and states that he wants to act in what is truly a dangerous scene!
"You lemme worry about those little details, hon. I cleared it with the board, and they're sayin' that it's a good idea to let the figurehead get a little screen-time here and there." The drawl was starting to fade away, the avian's feathers seeming to un-ruffle with each passing second as he calmed down. "Now, who's gonna be getting' a piece of little ol' me today, hmmn?"
The tabby cat seemed to fumble with his clipboard for a few moments, eyes narrowing to slits as he looked up and down the filming list. "Ahhh... here we are, Carnal Carnival scene 3... you're going to be with Bunker Buster, sir."
"Ahh, I see. Now that's a name I'd wanted to hear. Is he in his dressing room right now, darling?" Another fumbling around with the clipboard and a few conversations on the headset showed that, yes, Bunker was in his dressing room. Deej didn't even bother waiting for the feline to finish the rest of his sentence, instead just walking down the hall by memory.
Deej didn't even bother knocking on the door before walking right in, greeted almost immediately with a sight that would knock any normal gay guy or straight woman for a loop. Bunker's scales were glistening with the exertion of a workout that was apparently reaching its conclusion, judging by the numbers the male rattled off between puffs of breath and curls of the dumbbells in each hand.
"Nine eighty-nine, nine ninety, nine ninety-one..." He grunted between curls, finishing up an apparent set of a thousand before setting the weights aside with a crash to the floor. "Gnnh. Gonna have to get larger weights. Shame they don't make 'em."
"I could make a few calls and see if they'll custom make them, Bunker." Deej finally made his presence known to the star's back, grinning as the broad-shouldered, hunky male turned around. The dragon filled up his custom made chair and then some, judging by how uncomfortably he was sitting. If the gryphon remembered right, the emerald-scaled dragon was just shy of hitting eight feet tall, and weighed a solid five hundred pounds.
"Well, well. Look who decides to grace us lowly actors from on high. Boss bird himself..." The taunt would've been cruel, if the dragon hadn't been wearing the biggest smile on his face as he said it. Deej closed the door behind him, giggling just a touch as he looked over the muscled frame of his soon to be co-worker, an appreciative purr rolling through his beak. "And how ya been, birdy? Haven't seen you since you did number eight!"
"Been good, but I get the feeling that it's gonna be better when you're finished with me, Bunk." The gryphon grinned, giggling to himself some as Bunker stood up, nearly whacking his horned head against the ceiling. "Watch out for those low ceilings, big guy. Don't need you loopy until after the shoot."
The laugh that followed after the dragon heard that common tease was deep and throaty, even as he grabbed a large towel that was draped over his mirror. "Oh, woe is me, to be so big and heavy that I need to be careful taking public transit lest I break the bus by sitting down!" They shared a laugh at that one, Deej's emerald eyes looking into the dragon's own sky blues for the longest moment.
"But, really, what brings you down here today? I have a shoot here in about thirty minutes, so if it's a booty call it'll have to wait." Bunker grinned a touch, resting his hand carefully on the vanity table and leaning on it.
"Oh, I know. Carnal Carnival fifteen, scene three. I wrote it, after all... and we're starring together in it, babe." The smug smirk that lit up Deej's face could only be described as 'cat that ate the canary' as Bunker's expression widened in just about every direction before a huge grin spilled out over his broad muzzle.
"Well now, that's a bit of a surprise! They'd told me I'd like who I was starring with today and I see that's definitely the case. So, you feeling about ready to be with a monster like me?" Monster was the case in more ways than one, not just in the dragon's physique! His eyes held that bestial glow that Deej had just about fallen in love with, along with about eight point five million others around the globe!
"Always, Chuck. You just gotta ask if you're ready for a tiny, wild birdy today." They both shared a good natured grin, though Bunker did lift a brow at the use of his birth name, rather than his 'porn star' name. "Mmm... I know I'm definitely looking forward to the shoot. Do me a favor and don't scrub too hard, darlin'?" Deej winked, lifting his tail ever so slightly as the air conditioning blew Bunker's natural odor over his nostrils.
"You got it, birdy. I know how much you like stuff like that, so expect a lotta natural aroma today..." Both shared a long purr and a good long gaze between each other before the gryphon slipped back out of the room, closing the door behind him with a wink over his shoulder. He could swear that he'd heard Bunker chuckling at that as the door closed, smiling it off as he headed down to his room. He had a scene to prepare for, after all...
*****
Deej walked into the club, not all too sure of where he should go. There was noise and music everywhere, gyrating bodies pulsing and pushing against each other in time with the music. He finally settled for somewhere in the middle of the room, shivering a bit as he started to dance, entirely uncomfortable in his outfit. It was night and it'd been cold to get here in just a fishnet top and tight leather pants, but somehow he'd managed the walk to this place.
His eyes never really settled anywhere as he moved in time with the cluster of other furs surrounding him, instead just drinking in all the sights and sounds around him as he partied. He'd just turned twenty one, after all, so it was only fitting that he should go to a club, right? Especially somewhere like this, that had a reputation amongst the gay community at his college. Everyone had said that he should go here so... here he was. And yet, there was that sense of something off about the entire thing, just something he couldn't place in his mind.
Over the crowd was a sight that nearly stopped his heart when his eyes finally glanced over the bar area. An absolute hunk of a dragon was looking right at him... but that couldn't be right. He looked around at all the other people surrounding him, then pointed at his chest, beak moving with the whisper of 'me?' The male across the bar nodded, a fanged grin pulling up his mouth as he patted the chair next to him.
It took all of the gryphon's gall to even think of accepting the offer, but slowly he started to pick his way through the crowd, bumping this way and that in the pinball machine of the club's dancers. He finally emerged relatively close to the bar, fighting through a few more folks before he settled on the stool next to the dragon. Almost immediately the dragon's head was dipped down next to his, breath washing hot over his ear as he whispered. "What's a cute, defenseless bird doing here, mmm?"
Deej's breath caught in his throat at that question, it was almost like the set-up to some porn film or something. He shrugged a bit, his voice almost a whisper when it came back with "M... my friends said I should come here. 's a good club an-and all." He gulped a bit noisily as the dragon's broad hand wrapped around his back, though wrapped was an understatement seeing as the huge mitt could easily hoist the bird up by itself!
"Aww, well, no need to be shy after all, right? It's your birthday or something important, right? Why not have a little fun, hmm?" The way the dragon said the word 'fun' implied there was going to be very little 'little' about him. And yet the avian found himself intrigued by the possibility. Why did he have all those toys in his dorm room if he wasn't planning on getting some fun out of someone some day?
He nodded slowly at the apparent proposal, only to gasp out as he was hoisted over the dragon's shoulder like so much meat. Deej watched as the crowd seemed to shrink almost immediately from his high vantage point, even as the dragon strolled right through some of the crowd to a set of iron double doors. The bouncer in charge over there, a broad tiger in more than one sense of the word, grinned just as fangedly as the dragon had and let them pass. If there was one thing for sure, Deej thought, he was going to have fun tonight...
*****
"Annnd CUT!" Came the shout as the stage lights went down. All the extras filtered out of the room and away as the crew started setting up for the next scene. Bunker grinned as he walked over to pair of chairs on the side of the room, plopping Deej down into one as he took the other one. The chair protested under the dragon's weight, but it didn't snap like a twig, so at least getting the chairs in solid oak was a good idea.
"Now that was a good scene. Not many words, not many actions, just enough to get the point across. We need more set ups like that. I remember the last Carnival I did, I had to play a school teacher. Guh, never wanna teach mathematics ever again, that was ridiculous." The dragon murmured seemingly to no one in particular, even if the gryphon's keen ears were picking up the entire rant.
"Yeah, I can agree on that one. So, you need a fluff or are you already good to go for the next half of the script darlin'?" Deej relaxed as he sniffed over the fishnet top. As expected, Bunker's scent rolled off of it in waves, nearly choking the poor bird as he purred out his enjoyment of it.
"Mmm... nah. Getting a palmful of your tight ass was more than enough, birdy. Thanks for the offer, though. You won't need a fluffing either, I don't think." And Bunker proved that beyond a shadow of a doubt as he let one of his thick fingers grope over the avian's groin, eliciting a little moan from the tense avian.
"Gah, yer always such a tease on set!" Deej grumbled, even if he did enjoy Bunker's teasing personality when not on film. They settled back as they watched the filming crew busying themselves, taking down the walls of the club set and setting up a 'back hallway and bedroom' set. It looked all in all like a typical hallway you might find in a lewd club and the room was spartan at best, with just a bed and a dresser pushed into the back middle of the room. Of course, walls were missing on a side to provide the camera with access into it... if this was anywhere else, it might be the setting of a sitcom or something like that when they did their live filming.
"Ready on the set?" The director called out using his megaphone as the crew put on the last few touches, shifting the bedroom lamp just enough that it cast a better glow onto the bed. A series of nods showed that it was indeed ready for the second half of filming. "Actors in position!"
Deej found himself once again tossed over Bunker's shoulder, squeaking a bit in mock protest as the large dragon meandered back onto the set. He stopped right at the back hallway's 'door', his hand on it as if closing it. "Actors in position." He rumbled as he looked back over his shoulder at the avian. Deej quickly slipped into character, struggling just a bit in the dragon's tight grip.
"Studio lights off! Set lights on! Cameras start! And... ACTION!"
*****
The gryphon squirmed a bit as the dragon brought him into the back hallway, watching the door close with a metallic thud behind them and sealing out the sounds and sights of the club. The dragon was proving to be quite handsy, his free hand roaming shamelessly over the gryphon's rump as the avian tried to shift himself from the reptile's shoulder. He needn't have worried so much, seeing as soon as the dragon opened up the back bedroom he was tossed onto the bed like a sack of potatoes.
"Mmm. Little birdies are always so cute." The dragon grinned broadly as he licked his lips, running that forked organ over his teeth as well. "Strip." The word came as a command, not a request, and the avian couldn't help himself as he took off his fishnet shirt and tight pants, more than happy to be out of them. He wore nothing underneath, leaving himself free and hard in the cold air of the back room, ebon meat pulsing against his belly.
The dragon just smirked at the sight, the avian obediently on his knees, exposing himself for the reptile's appreciative gaze. "Very nice..." He rumbled softly, even as he hooked his thumbs into his jeans and teasing the avian with the waistband. "But not as good as me." The taunt seemed almost typical for the beefy hunk of dragon, even as he ripped open his jeans with as much effort as one puts into tearing a ticket.
The absolute beast that spilled out from his vent was amazing, it had to be at least as thick as the avian's arm and just as long. It stood straight up, the pinkish-red flesh just begging to be touched, fondled, worshipped... just about everything that the avian would do anyway. "Rrrr... come here, birdy..."
And Deej could do nothing but obey those words, crawling along the bed to bring himself face to face with that beastly cock. The aroma that rolled off of it was thick, musky, powerful. There was no other words to really describe it unless the avian had a thesaurus handy! His hands reached up shakily, taking that thick member between them and slowly starting to rub over it, whimpering as it throbbed so powerfully in his hands.
"Mm... such a good bird. Now lift your tail." The avian's tail flicked up all to readily as he worked over that thick meat with his hands. The way it smelled, the way it pulsed, the way the tapered tip lead down to several thick ridges near the base, it was entirely too much for the avian's poor brain to handle. He eyes were slowly taking on a glaze, even as he felt the dragon's suddenly wet fingers at his backside.
With a rough shove, the dragon buried two of those meaty digits in his backside, making the avian yelp out as he was stretched far beyond what any of his toys ever had! And above the dragon just rumbled out in pleasure as the gryphon worshipped his dick, the avian obediently still working over it.
"Lick." And the gryphon's tongue was now dancing over that shaft instead, slathering it with his saliva and making the length glisten in the light. A bead of pre rolled down the heady member, splashing onto the avian's tongue. It was sharp, it was bitter... it was male. That was all the encouragement the avian needed to move his head further up that shift to lick solely around the head, bathing it with spit.
The dragon's fingers worked in and out of the avian's pucker with little care, stretching him out for what was to come with such an intent that it was amazing the avian was even conscious!
And yet, just as quickly as those fingers had pushed into his rump, they were pulled back out, leaving the avian feeling decidedly empty. He wiggled his ass with a needy moan, looking up at the dragon even as his tongue lashed over the monster's tip. The dragon just grinned almost defiantly, his thick tail swaying behind him.
"Turn around. Tail up. I'm gonna fuck you, slut." The words were almost music to the avian's teased ears, his head nodding rapidly as he turned around and flicked his tail up into the air. He didn't even try to stay in the all fours position, instead just letting his knees prop him up, his chest flat against the bed. There was a weak creak of the bed as the dragon followed him onto it with a single knee, leaning his weight slowly forward until he was sure it would take him. Then he climbed on in earnest, pushing his tapered tip against that needy avian pucker.
There was a lot of grinding and a lot of moaning as the dragon teased the gryphon mercilessly with the very thing the bird wanted the most, that shaft pulsing against his entrance with such power, such strength, the avian had to wonder if it'd break him just pushing in. A growl suddenly resounded around the room as the dragon shoved himself forward, burying himself almost vent-deep on the first thrust! His hand rested on the back of the avian's neck, weight forcing the scream about to pour out of the avian's beak into just a short, strangled cry.
A few more hard thrusts forward and the dragon truly was buried entirely in the gryphon's anus, a loud rumbling purr rolling out of his muzzle. "Rrrr... that's it... slut birds only get fucked." He murmured as he let his hand up off the back of the gryphon's head, letting the avian gasp in a breath. He'd never felt so stuffed , so full of cock that he'd had trouble breathing before! His breathing was already weak and shallow, gasping in lungfuls of air as the dragon settled into a rhythm of sorts. His thrusts were shallow, never pulling out more than an inch or so before stuffing himself back in, grunting in pleasure with each one.
"Rrr... such a good fucktoy. Moan, slut." He rumbled headily, panting a bit as well as he stuffed the bird full again and again. And Deej obliged, moaning out so sweetly on command as the dragon plowed him again and again.
Deej rapidly lost track of time the longer that dick was buried inside of him. Sure, the dragon's motions picked up every now and then each time he let out a lusty moan, but it was still the same rhythm otherwise. Deej's claws had long since worn gouges into the bed, tearing up the fabric and now starting to pull up upholstery whenever his claws dragged back. There was no real sign that the dragon was truly going to let up, no indication at all... it was like he could keep going for days, not hours!
"That's it slut... that's it... rrrff... g... gonna fuck you... fill you with so much c... cum yer gonna bloat out..." The nameless dragon growled, his eyes growing more and more bestial by the moment. It wouldn't be long, Deej felt, gagging a bit when one of the dragon's thrusts seemed to push right against his diaphragm, sputtering a bit. Drool rolled down the sides of his beak, matting against the fabric of the sheets just as his cock leaked pre all over the bedsheets.
"N... Nnnhf! G... g... gonna... AWK!" He tried to warn before his climax hit, his whole body freezing in place as jet after hot jet of thick avian cream spilled out onto the bed, gasping for breath as the dragon plowed him right on through it all. His feathers ruffled and scattered in every direction, the looser ones fluttering off of his body and covering the bed in a speckling of tawny gold.
And the dragon wasn't far behind, though his was much more obvious. His thrusts picked up such speed and power that the avian could swear that his hips were getting bruised whenever the dragon slammed in! The dragon snarled out and roared, the sound shaking the very walls around them as he hit his release. Those ridges flared deep inside of the avian's bowels, a veritable flood of semen splashing into the avian's bowels. Even on the first few shots, the avian's middle could be seen bloating out visibly, making the poor avian squeak in a mix of pleasure and pain as the skin on his belly was stretched taut. Yet the dragon wasn't done there. Right before the avian felt that he would burst, the dragon pulled out, spattering the remainder of his load all up and over the avian's back, panting loudly as he worked those ropes out over the gryphon's back.
"Oh gods... oh gods... oh gods..." Deej had long since settled into a mantra, his eyes wide and glazed over as he looked unfocusedly at the far wall. The dragon just snarled as he wiped himself clean on the avian's rump feathers, giving the bird's rump a slap with that very shaft.
"Mmm... such a good slut... heheh..." The avian didn't even notice, but the dragon was rubbing over his stomach, grinning from earfrill to earfrill. A loud rumble did draw the bird's attention, though, making his eyes focus again and turn to look at the dragon. The dragon was licking over his jaws as he moved his focus down to the avian's toes, rubbing over them gently with his nose.
"Mhhh... g... got a foot fetish huh? G... go ahead and indulge then..." Deej murmured weakly, his breathing heavy and almost forced as he felt the dragon's tongue slurp over his toes. A shudder ran up the avian's spine as he felt the dragon's broad, forked tongue slurp over him again and again, the gryphon's claws digging into the tattered fabric of the bed as the dragon ran his tongue over his toes.
Then the feeling changed. It seemed like the gryphon's entire foot was being suckled on, then the other as well! The avian's body shivered as something primal in him triggered, some sort of visible fear starting to appear on his body as he looked over his shoulder. The only thing he found was the dragon's head approaching, his feet swallowed up into the reptile's maw! Deej was far too weak, far too out of it to even think of struggling, but he tried anyway, squirming and trying to get away from those advancing jaws!
It was futile, of course, the reptile's broad hand coming up and closing on the avian's back, grabbing him around the middle and hoisting him up into the air. Deej could only watch in horror and growing fear as those jaws swallowed him away, the avian now in up to his waist in the dragon's powerful and hungry throat. Another of those rumbles rolled out of the dragon, though far lower on his anatomy... he was hungry and that was his stomach growling. Growling for the avian's flesh! Another burst of energy let the avian scream out, trying to get someone, anyone to pay attention! But he was silenced as the dragon's hand covered his beak and head, starting to force him down... down... down. Down into that hungry gullet. Deej hadn't even realized how close he was to the end until it was too late, gasping out as the dragon's jaws closed over his head, sealing him away from the light.
One last audible swallow and rumble of satisfaction told the avian that he'd been swallowed away. Those fleshy insides worked around the avian's form, the gryphon shivering as he suddenly found himself deposited in the growling, ravenous stomach of the reptile, hugged from all sides as he was squeezed and mashed inside. He was sure that his features were pushing against the dragon's belly from the outside from time to time, gasping and whining as those acids started to eat away at his feathers.
He was finished. That was it. He'd come to a club on his twenty-first birthday, and he'd be spending the last of it in the dragon's toilet bowl...
*****
"CUT! That's a wrap people! Scene three is complete! Good job everyone! Scene four begins filming tomorrow at 9 AM!" The hustle and bustle was muffled through the dragon's flesh, but Deej was quite proud of the performance he'd given. He was confident that it'd come out well in post-production, viewable to the masses on their fifteenth compilation DVD next quarter. Of course, he'd probably leak this scene onto the web just to spur interest himself... oh, that'd be fun!
"Mmmn... always tasty, bird. I swear you drench yourself in honey before those shoots." Deej could practically hear the smile in the dragon's voice, a rich chuckle following afterwards. He was jostled and shifted around inside that working pouch in the dragon's deepest anatomy, the avian giggling himself.
"Oh, maybe so, Bunker. But that's for me to know and for you to keep guessing at... now, if you don't mind... I think I'll sleep and just give you a nice protein rich lunch, eh?" The term 'sleep' held much deeper connotations in the studio except for when saying good night to staff, but that was neither here nor there.
"All right, Deej. I'll make sure you're some good solid muscle before I work you out completely." Another of those 'audible' grins and Deej found himself drifting away to the sounds of a hungry, churning gut...
This was definitely a wrap on a good day of filming.