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Terry was at a loss from what he just heard. In just under an hour, the rottweiler and his crew of anthro filmmakers explained the many facets of their background, their offer, the project in question, and what was at stake for their company. The young human could hardly believe what he was hearing.

“So... You want me to shoot a porno in which I get turned into... er, one of you guys."

“Temporarily," the rottweiler added. “According to our expert consultant Ms. Chung, it's a very serious, life-altering thing to be transformed. Lucky for you, you can turn back into a human at any time just by returning to your world. If at any point you're uncomfortable with the process, it can be easily reversed."

“...Uh-huh..." It was all Terry could say to try to undercut the sheer madness of what was being proposed. He turned to Julie, “And you say other humans have done this? Like you?"

Julie's pointed ears perked up at the question. “Oh, yeah. So far, I haven't met a human who's regretted the process yet. Though, to be fair, there are very, very few of us that have stumbled onto this world. Consider yourself lucky! We're letting you into a very exclusive club, in a way."

“H-How do I know you were a human? You could just be a cat lady pretending to ease me into this whole thing."

“Fair, fair. Well, if you must know, I was born in San Mateo, California. My parents are Taiwanese and I went to college at East River University before I came here. I can recite all the presidents in order, if that's not enough for you. Washington, Adams, Jefferson, Madison, Monroe, Quincy Adams, Jackson—"

“Alright! Alright, I believe you. Just... hoo boy, I'm having trouble wrapping my head around all this."

“Oh yeah, it was a lot for me too."

“Were you also given this offer by a porn studio?"

“Hahah! Nah, I became a porn star after I chose to stay here."

“You're a first for us, Terry," the rottweiler added. “A big gamble, really. We put all our resources into this wild idea because I believe in it. We all do." Everyone from the studio nodded in agreement. There was a genuine sincerity in the room that Terry could sense. A belief in their art and what it could accomplish.

Terry thought about it. The whole thing was... nuts. Not only was there a whole other parallel world of animal people, but they were shooting porn, and wanted him to not only be in one but become an animal person himself. It would've felt utterly insane were it not for how earnestly they pitched the idea.

The human could tell this rottweiler was an industry veteran. He excelled at the art of the pitch, at selling you on the unbelievable. In a way, he wasn't too dissimilar from movie producers in the human world. That familiarity made it feel a little less ludicrous. Species aside, these were all pretty average people. Horny, yes, but hey, he'd heard of some pretty wild kinks in his world. This was just another one to add to the board.

“Okay, let's say I agree to this thing... How much am I getting paid?"

“Enough to earn a living."

“Give me a price."

“Alright. You get a flat-rate of 2,000 of our bucks, and then 40 bucks per hour on set."

Terry's brain melted at the numbers. Porn stars—hell, non-porn actors don't even get paid that much in the States unless they're already huge stars. Okay, okay, calm down, the human thought to himself. There's gotta be a catch. “You said this is of your currency. What good will that do me if I bring it to my world?"

“Well, considering transformation factors into a lot of this dimensional nonsense, we found that whenever we brought our world's money to yours, it changed to match your currency. I... don't know how it works, exactly. Something to do with shared universal concepts between dimensions like currency and economy allowing certain objects to adapt? Who the fuck knows. But it's convenient for us so let's not question it. And before you ask, yes, the conversion rate is one-to-one. A fifty dollar bill from us becomes a fifty dollar bill for you. That is, if you choose not to stay here."

Terry was floored by the answer. It was both non-sensical and thoroughly researched. It was clear these animal folks only just learned how to connect to his world and were winging it about as much as he was. That said, Terry had a feeling the rottweiler wasn't lying. Maybe it was just his movie producer charm and slickness working on him, but the human could feel a lot of sincerity radiating from the canine's delivery. Of course, that didn't fix some of the other issues. “How do I know you're not just preying on me? You admitted yourself to spying on me, drugging and kidnapping me. Did you pick me because you know I'm in dire straits? 'Cause you thought I'd be too poor to say no??"

No one could respond to his accusations. It was, in a way, true. As necessary as the vetting process was, everyone in the room knew they were skirting a line. After a long moment of pause, Doe finally stepped up. “Look, we're really sorry. For everything. The eavesdropping. The, er, chloroform. Fuck, I'm making it worse for myself, uh... We just really wanted to keep knowledge of our world secure while still ensuring we picked the right person for the job."

“...Even though I have zero experience on a set. Let alone a porn set."

“That's fine. I started off as an amateur too. Anyone can do it, really. Porn is for the people, is what I always say!"

Julie cut in, “I think what Doe's trying to say is, we wouldn't be doing this if we weren't in dire straits too. Please know we wouldn't have gone this far if we didn't genuinely believe in you."

The rottweiler chimed in, “The thing is, we share a common goal. We're just trying to keep the lights on. We didn't choose you because you were desperate, we chose you because you were as desperate as us. And we thought you'd... understand where we're coming from." Terry's eyes softened upon hearing those words. The canine continued,

“We know this is a big ask, but I'm sure you yourself have been praying for a miracle too. The way I see it, we could both benefit from this deal... If you don't agree, that's fine. We trust that you'll keep this encounter to yourself, and we'll just hope against hope that our back-up candidates will make the decision you couldn't... But we didn't choose them. We chose you. I've been casting for years, I know when someone's got that indefinable quality that'll make a picture great. If this crazy plan works, you'll be a damn star, and Ruttweiler Pictures will be back on the map. You could be something else. Something more. You just have to accept that you're capable of it."

The whole room went silent. Pete smiled in the corner, glad to see Wyler in his element.

Terry thought long and hard. As strange as it was to admit, this was the opportunity of a lifetime. A fucking weird and gonzo opportunity, but an opportunity nonetheless. Carla had already admonished him for the way he treated failure as a foregone conclusion. This whole situation was so unprecedented that failing didn't matter, because he'd be a pioneer. The first human to participate in something this wild and stupid and wholly unexpected.

He turned to look at the animal folk's faces. He recognized those eyes of desperation. It was what he saw in the mirror every day. Somehow, against all odds, these filmmakers from another world were in the same boat as him. They could either drown together, or work together as equals and return to shore. It made him put his options in perspective. Was doing this any more or less demeaning than all the other ways he failed to earn a living in order to survive another day. There was no shame in doing what needed to be done to keep the lights on. He knew that better than anyone. He just had to accept it.

The human let out a long sigh. “Where do I sign up?"

---

Terry stared at his reflection in the dressing room. The reality of what he'd just agreed to was hitting him full force. He wasn't just going up on camera to fuck or be fucked by a non-human, he was about to become non-human. Change. Transform. Shapeshift. He looked over his new contract carefully, knowing full-well he couldn't bring it to a lawyer back in his world without being sent to the looney bin. With the little he knew from his law courses, he could tell there were all sorts of protections in place for his wellbeing as a human performer. Moreso than a lot of the showbiz contracts he was aware of in his world. Jeez, these animal-people got it all figured out over here. Er, anthros, he corrected to himself, remembering the preferred term Julie told him.

Julie was a strange one. Talking to her was certainly different compared to the others. She was definitely once a human, but she also bore the hallmarks of someone fully integrated into this anthro society. One moment she'd talk about how much she missed listening to her Outkast records back home, and in another she'd very openly muse about the last time she and her girlfriend “mated". It would take a while for Terry to get used to this more sexually open culture.

Still, just hearing Julie's words of encouragement about the process made him feel somewhat more comfortable about the leap he was taking. And even if this change wound up not being reversible, so what? What did he have waiting for him back in the human world? Maybe he died and this was his weirdo afterlife. Maybe God knew he was a furry in denial.

There was a knock on the door. “It's open," he exclaimed. Doe opened the door and peeked inside.

“Hey, champ. How're you doing?"

“Good. Well, not good, but... calm. I don't know. I still got butterflies in my stomach."

“Why would you eat butterflies?"

“It's a human expre— you know what, forget it."

Doe entered and closed the door behind her. “You're gonna do great. Rudd is a terrific director and makes sure his actors are comfortable. You couldn't be in better paws."

“Wait, Rudd?" the human asked with genuine disbelief. “His name is Rudd Wyler?" Doe nodded. “And you said your last name was Adira? Doe Adira? A female deer-ah?" Doe chuckled at that. “Do all you guys have puns for names?"

“Nah, Doe Adira's my porn name. My real name's Dora Nagle. Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue."

Wait, porn names? A wave of realization hit Terry. “Wyler used to be a porn star too??"

“Heheh, yup! I used to watch his old stuff. Dude was a dynamo. Fuck, what I wouldn't give to have another go at his knot on set." Terry squirmed at the term 'knot'. He was going for a Master's in biology and was familiar with some of the more... unique aspects of animal physiology. It was interesting to hear what carried over in this world's alternate path of evolution, if also a bit awkward. “Either way, his background is why he's a great director. He's been on the other side of the camera. Knows our needs."

“So, like, are they gonna give me a prop dildo or something?"

“Heheheh!" the doe laughed like he was just an innocent little cub. “Why would I do that when I could use the real thing." A flash of confusion hit the poor human's face.

“What do you mean?" he asked earnestly as the doe fluttered her eyelids. It took a moment for Terry to catch on. “The sex isn't simulated?!?!"

“Why would we simulate it? Oh my gods, is that how you guys do it over there? Julie was right, you humans are terrified of mating."

“So like, we're actually gonna—"

“Uh-huh."

“With our actual..."

“Yyyyyup."

“You and me."

“Oh yeah~"

“With all the cameras to see—"

“Every. Little. Detail." The doe licked her black, leathery lips. Terry tried to deny the tent in his pants, but it was plain to see. Doe did not miss that for a bit.

“Heheh, see? It's way more fun like this. And don't worry about impregnating me. Unless you turn into a nice, tall stag, cross-species mating doesn't work like that. Julie gave me the details on your kind. I suppose I can understand your squeamishness if it always leads to impregnation." She leaned in to whisper into the human's ear. “That said, I wouldn't mind having a few fawns bred into me. I'm a girl with simple tastes," the doe said with a wink. Terry shivered. Whether in delight or shame, he couldn't tell. Were anthros always so open and carnal?

It was surreal, but not unwelcome, strangely enough. When he was getting his undergrad, he stayed in the dorms. His dude roommates were overly sexual as well, but in a way that was brash, exhausting, even a little dehumanizing. Here, everyone treated sex as just a natural facet of life. With no one ashamed, anthros could freely pursue their desires without stigma. Within reason. So far, Terry hadn't heard of anyone in this world being into non-consent (at least outside of roleplay) or minors. It was a small comfort to Terry. These anthros welcomed surrendering to primal instinct, but were evolved enough to not cross certain boundaries. Like he thought earlier, they were people just like him, even though they accepted a different level of horniness.

Terry looked down to see Doe was also sporting a bulge in her skirt. “Oh this?" she noted. “Yeah, take a good look, hun. You'll be seeing a lot of this baby on set."

“Wow," Terry blushed. “Forgive me if I'm prying, but it must've been hard, growing up... that way."

“Hard? How so?"

“You know, some of the stigma that can come from—"

“Pfft, I didn't have any stigma. Everyone I ever met fuckin' worships this cock."

“Seriously?"

“Yeah. Is it not like that for girls like me in your world?"

“No, where I'm from, people with intersex organs are treated like they have birth defects. They even get forced into surgeries by the parents without their consent."

“Well, that's... mean. Gee, the more I learn about you humans, the more it just seems like you guys hate fun."

“Heh, yeah," Terry weakly laughed. Oh god, was she right? He had always known his own kind to be close-minded, but hearing it said so plainly by this comfortably open, big-dicked deer lady really made it hit close to home, as strange as it was to admit. For a brief moment, Terry was kind of... glad to have found this world. Was what Julie told him earlier true? Was there a reason the all too few humans who wound up here didn't want to leave? Would he be next?

A buzzer rang from the intercom. “Ten minutes to set call. Ten minutes." Doe stood back up.

“I'll see you at set. Don't worry, I'll take real good care of you. We're costars, and I always stick with my costars."

All Terry could do was awkwardly wave back as she left for set. He took a long deep breath. The human couldn't believe he had agreed to this... Yet that kind of made him excited. He was reminded of his earlier rationalization, how he'd be a pioneer of sorts. Well, after talking with Doe, that thought was only reinforced by how different he learned this world could be. Strange as it was, he felt kinda honored that they saw something in him. Now all he had to do was prove their hunch correct.

Terry stood up. He had a whole studio of anthros counting on him. He couldn't let them down. He wouldn't.

---

Terry stepped onto set wearing a bathrobe. Everyone grew silent as he passed by, staring at the strange human in their midst. The novelty of seeing him still hadn't worn thin.

Wyler was waiting at his director's chair. He turned around and smiled upon seeing his new actor enter the premises. “Welcome to set, Terry!"

“Th-Thanks, glad to be here." Terry examined the set. It was made to resemble a lavish apartment. Clearly the character meant to own this apartment was immensely wealthy. Beside it, Doe was sitting in her named chair, giving a friendly wave to her costar. Over at the craft services table was Julie and some of the other crew members. Pete the boar was setting up the camera while the gator twins were on sound duty. The fennec was clearly the production designer, putting the finishing touches on the set alongside the hawk woman, who, according to her clipboard, seemed to be the script supervisor. Meanwhile, the lizard was by the costume rack, picking something out for Doe to wear, making her in charge of costumes. The other feline, a typical American shorthair, was on her laptop messing with different beats and music on her software. She had to be a composer. Terry wondered how she was able to keep those headphones on her pointed ears, but didn't wanna ask for fear of sounding intrusive. Though, that didn't stop the others from making intrusive remarks about him.

“Ten bucks says he'll be a bird."

“Nah, we're getting one on Team Reptile for sure."

“What do you think will change first? Muzzle, tail, or ears?"

“Heh, he's gonna freak out when his cock grows barbs."

Wyler pulled the human away from the gossiping crew members. “Ignore them, they're... we're still not used to having a human in our midst. Let alone one willing to change for us."

“Hey, it's fine," Terry remarked. “To be honest, I'm curious about all that stuff too. I mean, maybe not the barb thing?"

“Heheheheh, see I knew I'd like you, Ter. I could sense you're a good sport. Some think of it as a stereotype, y'know, canines being good judges of character, able to tell things based off vibes alone. Either way, I'm happy to have you on board."

“Oh, well, thanks. That means a lot, uh, hearing you say that." Terry played it cool and professional. He'd gone off the handle before with his last boss, he was gonna make sure he didn't let his passions get in the way, even as he could tell Rudd Wyler was a good dog... Oh, that didn't come out right, he thought. Thank goodness he didn't think that out loud.

“So, when am I finally getting a script?"

“Script?"

“...Yeah, you know. The lines? The stage directions? I mean, I played Mercutio in a school play once, but that was... uh..." The rottweiler's silent glare told him all he needed to know. “There's no script, is there."

“Well, I thought the artifice of a script would get in the way of the very real transformation we're trying to capture. I figured we'd go for a bit of a cinéma vérité form factor. Miss Adira here will read an initial prompt, and you'll react like you would in real life."

“So like improv."

“Exactly! Think you can handle it?"

“I'll... I'll try. I've never done anything like that before."

“Sure you have. Every day you react to your surroundings, to the people around you. So much of our lives is reaction and performance. Think of it like that. Everyone already has the tools to act. They just need to know how to use them. No need to put in so much effort. Make it as natural as possible."

Terry stared at him for a moment. “You're a good director."

“Don't mention it." The rottweiler turns to his crew, “All right! Places everyone! We have one shot at this scene, and you're all the best of the best!" Everyone began manning their stations. The giraffe gaffer came in to hold up the boom mic over Doe and perform a sound check. Pete set his camera for the perfect angle.

Terry took his bathrobe off to reveal his costume: his naked body, save for a pair of boxer briefs that gave little to the imagination. Doe lied down on the lavish set bed and gestured Terry over with her hooved hands. She was wearing a nicer silk robe for her costume, tied around her waist to hide her goodies inside. Terry walked over to her. “You got this," the doe affirmed. “Just be your cute self. Everyone will love you."

She hugged him briefly before patting his back for good luck. Feeling supported and encouraged, Terry went to his mark at the end of the apartment hallway. Wyler shouted from his director's chair. “Alright, here's how this scene plays out: you're a human who has no idea how he got here. Naked, scared, lost in an unfamiliar world, don't know who to trust. You knock at a random door hoping a kind stranger can give you refuge. Even in spite of the fear, you have to put your trust in someone, or you'll be lost forever. Got it?"

The human thought long and hard, trying to put himself in that emotional state. In a way, part of him was already in that position. He just had to shift his perspective a bit. “Got it??" the rottweiler repeated.

“Got it, Wyler," Terry said with a nod. Pete positioned the camera behind Terry. The gaffer held the boom over his head.

“OKAY, THIS IS IT!" shouted Wyler. “We're on in 3..."

Terry closed his eyes. Took deep breaths.

“2..."

You're a lost human, Terry, he thought to himself. You're seeking shelter in a strange world... That's all you ever wanted in life. Just a safe refuge. A place where someone, anyone, will show you kindness. Even from the unlikeliest of places.

“1..."

The human nodded to himself. He found it. The emotional center. For once in his life, he felt... ready.

“ACTION!" The fennec clapped a slate board and Terry flicked a switch in his head.

The human frantically knocked on all the fake doors of the fake apartment hallway. “HELP!" he shouted. “Someone help me! Anyone!!" The crew members watched with rapt attention. It felt like the moon landing. History in the making, but with more dicks.

Finally, a shout from behind one of the doors. Doe's voice. “I'm coming, quit your racket!" Doe put on air of aristocracy in her intonation. Motherly yet powerful, a knife dipped in honey. Wyler nodded to himself, liking the choice. Doe walked up to her front door to answer. “Alright, what seems to be the... oh my god." She looked down at the poor, naked human before her in a state of shock, perfectly acting like she'd never seen one of his like before.

Terry saw the shock in her muzzle and thought to add a tinge of it to his reaction to seeing her as well. They were alien to each other. “I-I'm sorry to bother you, Miss Deer Lady, I don't know where I am or how the fuck I got here and these... dogs with catcher poles chased me into the building!" Wyler smiled in his chair. The kid was learning fast.

“Aw, you poor thing," Doe said in character. “Come in, please. I'll keep you safe."

“Oh god. Thank you! Thank you so much!" The human shuffled into her lavish apartment with a matte painting high-rise view of the city. The doe circled around the human, examining every facet of his strange, furless body. The human noted her curiosity. “I'm sorry, d-do you have something I can wear?"

“I'm afraid all I have is haute couture. Perhaps you can borrow my robe." The doe started to take off her robe, nearly revealing her very naked body. Terry blushed, both in character and out.

“No! No, that's okay, you can keep it." He scratched his arm nervously. Terry'd heard of actors overusing multiple tics. Perhaps a subtle use of one could work to ground him in the role.

Doe added a note of domination in her performance, eyeing the little creature for weaknesses. The blush he gave earlier told her to react hungrily, like a fresh meal had just walked in her vicinity. Blood in the water. Doe was getting a little hot outside of character too, the human acting very convincingly, even tapping into latent, authentic emotions. “I've never seen such a strange species on my doorstep. What do you call yourself?"

“I'm a, ah... a human. Are there... no humans here?"

“Not that I know of. You might be the first I've ever seen."

“Ooohhh god oh god I'm fucked. How will I get back home, I don't know if I'll see my mom again." He'd blurted that line out without thinking much on it, but saying those words reminded him of his mother's death. Real tears started to flow. Oh fuck, is this what acting is? Just retraumatizing yourself for the role? That's pretty awesome that I'm nailing it, but wow, it sucks too!

The doe comforted him, rubbing her hoof-capped fingers over his shoulder. “Awww, there, there, little human. Whatever you are, I can't just leave a stray cold and helpless like this, especially without a warm coat of fur to protect them from the cold. I'll tell you what..." Doe brought a blanket from the sofa and wrapped it around the shivering human. “Why don't I make you a nice cup of tea to calm you."

“Th-Thank you, Miss..."

“Von Barlow. Miss Von Barlow. And you are...?"

Terry blanked. Shit, my character doesn't have a name. Think, think, porn names. Good porn names. Pun? Nah, there are no good 'human' puns. Hugh Mann? Lame. Think. I'm a human amongst anthros. Roles are reversed. Fuck, I'm running out of time! Just go with the first two words to come to your head:

“Prey... Hunter Prey..." HOLY FUCK THAT'S DUMB! Hunter Prey? Can I ask them to cut? Do another take? What kind of idiot calls themselves—

“Mmmm, of course, Mister Prey~" Doe uttered with maximum sensuality. Terry couldn't explain it, but hearing it roll off the tongue of a professional like her made it sound... better. Right, even. Okay. His name was Hunter Prey. He could roll with that. This was porn. Porn cares not for goofy names. This was fine.

Doe heated the kettle on the stove, then held Terry's shoulders to guide him to the kitchen table. “It'll be ready in five minutes," she said in her best mommy domme voice. Terry nodded awkwardly while Doe loosened the sash around her robe. “So, Hunter, I assume this is your first time meeting a doe like me."

“Y-You can say that. Everything here is so new and different."

“Oh? What makes this so new? Aside from our difference in species, that is." The sash on her robe slowly unfurled by itself.

The human gulped. “Well, uh... I noticed in my brief travels that your kind is very..." Before he could finish, the sash completely loosened, parting her robe to reveal a set of impressive tits and an even more impressive cock. Terry's eyes bulged in and out of character. He'd seen the bulge before, but seeing it in the, ahem, flesh was a whole 'nother story.

Fuck! He genuinely forgot where his line was going. I guess this is method acting, he thought, the line between him and his character getting thinner and thinner. He thought long and hard about what he said before.

“...open. Your kind is very open about, erm, certain things."

“Really? Like what?" she uttered breathily while pressing one of her hoof caps against her hardening phallus.

“Well, aherm!" the human cleared his throat. “Your approach to fashion is very... freeing compared to us."

The doe giggled at his wording. “Freeing is right. I was just about to ask what this little thing was." She leaned down to tug at his boxer briefs' waistband. It snapped back to his skin, creating a loud whipcrack. She was dominating him already.

“Ah! Uh, heheh, these are boxers, Miss Von Barlow."

“What are they for~?"

“They're for... y'know... hiding your parts, keeping them nestled up... packed tight..." He kept staring at the doe's cock as it gradually began to point forward and then upward. His own boxers began to tent as well. Packed tight was definitely the right phrase here.

“Oh, how strange! Why would you want to hide your goods like that."

“It's just a cultural thing. I dunno..."

“Well, I won't have it. When you're in my house, in my world, I don't want you to feel constricted in any way. You are my guest, after all. I won't take no for an answer."

Terry knew he had to say yes as part of the film, but... there was something else pulling him to the desired endpoint of their roleplay. He couldn't put a name on what it was, but there was this... scent pervading from Doe Adira the moment her robe parted. Something about it, thick and salty, was affecting his mind and body, causing him to perspire and shudder in her presence.

Wait... oh fuck. He remembered this in biology. Animals in his world used certain scents to attract mates. He didn't think those same rules would apply to anthros, let alone affect his human mind. Yet this... musk... was submerging him further into the performance. He tried to wave the mental cobwebs out of the way. Hang on, is this how it starts? Do you change mentally before you change physically? Is it happening already???

It didn't matter. What mattered was listening to the beautiful doe's honeyed words. “O... Okay, Miss Von Barlow. I'll be a respectful guest." The human leaned down to pull his boxers down, revealing his own circumcised tool for all to see. He could hear some of the crew members beyond the camera's gaze mutter to themselves, having never seen a cock like that. Whispers spread through the room.

“Aw, it's adorable."

“Wow, and there's not even a sheath."

“He even has a bit of pubic fur around his balls."

“Everyone quiet. It's a normal human cock, no need to get in a huff over it."

Terry could tell that last one was Julie. Wait, how? How was he able to hear all these whispers so clearly and acutely that he could differentiate their voices? Wh-What was happening?? It took a moment for the human to put two and two together, but when he did, his eyes widened. His hands touched his ears. They were... longer. Shifting in position toward the top of his head. His heart skipped a beat. It really was happening, like Julie said. He hadn't even gotten to the sex part and he was already changing just from the doe's powerful musk. It was scary... and exhilarating.

“See? Does my guest feel better now?" the doe cooed.

“Mm... Mmhmm..." He wasn't even trying to say a line that time. It just... came out. Involuntarily. Like he had no choice but to follow orders. Is this why anthros do unsimulated sex in their porn? Was this chemical interference so powerful that they couldn't help but get their rut on when it started? Wait, 'rut'? Where did that word come from?? And what was that ringing???

The kettle whistled on the stove in the background. Doe let it ring, believing it added to the energy of the scene. “Your tea is ready, Mr. Prey," she said with a teasing lilt, rubbing her hooftipped digits over his shoulder to relieve all that tension in him. In the director's chair, Wyler could feel a spark he hadn't felt from his work in years. He unbuttoned his pants a little to give his red rocket some room to breathe.

The half-zonked human shook his head, trying to latch onto the scene. Okay, we were talking about tea. Tea, tea, yes, tea... Unf, I'd like to drink from her spout— No! You want tea. Stay in the scene, you can't let the studio down. Unless... Unless this is what they want in their film. They wanna film me giving in, letting me drown in the waves of transformation attacking my mind and body. Mmmff, would that be so wrong? Nnngh, no it wouldn't. But it has to work as a film too. Stay in the scene, Ter. Remember, you want tea. Got it? Tea. Tea. Tea.

“I'm very thirsty , Miss Von Barlow." Good enough , he thought to himself.

Doe giggled, her costar already melting into the role. She was so proud of him, but had to stay on-scene. It took her years to learn how to keep her instincts under control and unleash them at the right moment in a take. The doe could tell Terry was getting a crash course on this very technique right now, and she admired how long he'd held out. Wyler sure knows how to pick 'em , she thought.

“Oh, thirsty are we? Mmm, well I can't just treat my guest to boring old tea now. I'll have to bust out a finely aged bottle . Something to show my guest how special he is."

Terry knew exactly what she meant. He remembered his time at the dorms his freshman year of college. The 18-year-old human experimented with a couple guys, even having the honor of pounding a classmate's ass. He'd never been asspounded with dick, let alone allowed one near his mouth. But now, staring at Doe Adira's cervine tool and inhaling her magnificent scent... the human simply couldn't wait to guzzle it down.

“Well? Does my guest want the good stuff or not?"

This is it. Go for the kill. “Y-Yes, Mommy." That last word surprised even him, but he didn't care. “Give me the good stuff."

Doe chuckled to herself. Her little costar was a natural. “Of course, my dear. Let Mommy care for you."

Carefully, the human leaned forward and opened wide, letting the doe's delicious tool into his mouth. The taste was heavenly right away. Diligently, Terry bobbed his head up and down her long shaft, massaging every nerve ending and pleasure center with his tongue to thank his new Mommy. Doe bit her bottom lip before letting out a light bleat. She closed her eyes, letting her human claim drink from her spout and guzzle her juices up.

The doe lightly thrust into the human's mouth, careful not to go too hard as the male lacked the muzzle needed to forego gag reflex (a helpful tip Julie took care to warn her of before shooting). It almost got to Terry, still a novice at sucking cock, but the warm, salty taste of her fluids kept him riding her rod home.

Every crew member's eyes were glued to the set. This amateur human was already out-acting some of their best talent his first day on set, not to mention successfully getting everyone quite horny. Sure he had the great Doe Adira shepherding him through the scene, but it was still no small feat to hold his own around such a thespian.

Julie, on the other hand, was beyond aroused. In all her years post-transformation, she never dreamed she'd get to witness another one, much less be the instigator for a studio of this caliber even going for her idea with such a budget. It was already living up to her wildest fantasies, and she could tell their new subject would nail the climax. In fact, as Julie looked more closely at the human, she began to notice some interesting, all too familiar changes. The feline grinned wildly at what would come next.

As Terry mouthfucked his mommy doe, he'd occasionally open his eyes and see something strange. His face was... stretching out? He could see the tell-tale signs of a proto-muzzle in the corner of his vision. His mouth pushed further out, able to take more and more of Doe's cock without gagging. It was strange and a little unwieldy, the human not used to the added weight and space that came with maneuvering a muzzle, but it did make sucking down more of Mommy's meat a whole lot smoother. After a few minutes of balancing his head, he eventually got enough of a hang of it to start taking in more of the cock without fear of gagging.

Terry had never felt anything like this in his life. Even the briefest discomforts eventually melted into further pleasure. The shifting human was starting to look forward to each change. In fact, he could feel hairs growing all over his arms and fingers. It was fur! Had to be! A light, mocha brown mismatched from his old human body hair color, short and soft and wonderfully fluffy. It added a whole new layer of sensation to each touch he gave and received.

“Well, there goes another member of Team Reptile."

“C'moooon canine. C'moooooon canine."

“Fuck no, that fur's too short and soft. He's gotta be on Team Feline."

“Shhh, shut up! I'm trying to focus here."

The human's fleshy fingers began to puff up. His nails receded as the tiniest and dullest of claws grew out of the tips. He rubbed his furring hands over Mommy Doe's fur. That feeling, fur against fur, different textures colliding, was miraculous. The changing human moaned. Doe herself was beginning to edge.

“Paw pads are next, yeah?"

“They gotta be. Except... wait..."

“The paws have stopped forming. Where are his pads?"

“Ooooohohoho, I think I know what we got."

A strange pressure hit Terry's head. An added weight from his jaw. What was it? It was pressing down on mommy's cock, almost... biting it. A pair of buck teeth that scraped against Doe's tool and brought added pleasure to the proceedings. The doe bleated harder and harder with each thrust in her costar's mouth. She rested a hand over the top of Terry's head to push him further, only to touch his ears, now fully shifted to the top of his head and starting to lengthen. Longer and longer, floppier and floppier.

“Well I'll be damned."

“A horny fucking bunny. Who'd have thought."

“Ooooh this human has no idea what he's in for."

“God, and such a twink too."

“Wait, so who wins the bet money? Did no one bet lapine?"

“I don't care about the money anymore. Seeing this shit in person? I say we're all winners."

Terry's ears grew out into proper floppy rabbit ears. Doe lightly tugged at them, making her changing costar moan the hardest he'd ever moaned. Below, the former human's feet grew three sizes into large, meaty rabbit paws, thumping madly for her mommy doe. Terry could feel his cock twitch and spasm. Hell, he could feel Doe's cock twitch in his new muzzle. They were both about to burst and they couldn't wait.

“Unh! Anh!! Mommy's about to cum, dear! Is my guest ready??" Terry let out a muffled moan in agreement, nodding while sliding up and down her rod in perfect rhythm. “Unnnhh! Ah! Ahhh, that's it! Harder! Milk Mommy! Milk me dry!! Drink up all my seed!!!"

Terry dug his jaw into her groin, letting Mommy's cock spear the back of her throat to thank her. His vision went white.

With a loud bleat, Doe erupted spurts upon spurts of cum into the rabbit's maw. Terry's new muzzle took it all, guzzling her seed so not a single drop would remain. Terry's own cock shot out a steady stream of cum, expelling the last of his humanity until only rabbit remained. He opened his muzzle, doe cum dribbling down his jaw as he lied exhausted on the tile floor.

A white rope spurt out of the director's chair. Wyler bit his lip, desperately hiding his grunts so the shot's audio wouldn't be ruined. Many other crew members began to tug their collars as sweat clung to their fur, scales, and feathers. Julie had the worst of it, completely soaking her panties. And Pete, ever the professional boar, captured it all on camera, every lengthening of Terry's muzzle, the growth of his paws and ears, the fur sprouting all over his naked body. He let out a soft exhale, glad he kept his cool through the whole shoot.

Doe and Terry panted in bliss. She looked down at her costar, seeing the beautiful brown bunny he had become. She shuddered, reorienting her mind to return to the scene. The doe leaned down to her little bunny lying on the floor and talked softly into one of her lengthy ears. “Mmmmm. Looks like you won't have to worry about the authorities chasing after you anymore. Huh, Hunter?"

Wyler stood from his chair, ready to yell cut... but he stopped himself, sensing something else.

“Huh, Hunter?" Doe repeated, waiting for Terry to respond. Terry remained lying there, panting and moaning in sheer pleasure. The entire crew grew worried. Had they completely broken their new actor? Julie's fur bristled, somehow knowing exactly what was about to happen next.

Doe looked down at Terry's new bunny cock... or rather, what little bunny cock remained.

It was... shrinking. Retreating into Terry's groin as he kept moaning, his vocal chords gradually pitching higher and higher. The scrotum was next, following the testes into an ever deepening cavern of flesh, shifting and rearranging into quivering folds and ovaries.

The crew's muzzles dropped at what they were witnessing. Wyler was frozen in place. Pete turned to his director without moving the camera's lens away from the bunny's changing genitals. The boar mouthed out silently, What do we do now??? , hoping his boss would get it.

After a moment of contemplation, the rottweiler nodded, knowing what to do. He spun his paw to create an all too familiar gesture: keep rolling . Pete relayed the same gesture to Doe so she got the message.

Doe was taken aback for a moment, but she eventually nodded, knowing what dirty things her director had in mind. She mentally returned to the scene and cooed into the bunny's ear: “My, my, what do we have here..." The doe dug her hard digits into the bunny's newly formed cunt.

“AAAAHH! Nyyaahhhh, Mommyyyyyy..." Doe smiled. This scene just got a whole lot better.

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Terry felt the entire shift in slow-motion within his head. His brain turned to mush, mental faculties consumed by an all new drive: breed me... breed me... breed me... Breed me! Breed meeeeeeeee!!!! Even with how little he knew about this process, this was the furthest thing he expected. He tried to think with his remaining brain cells. If she— mmf. If he was a rabbit, and he was feeling this urge take up all the space in his psyche, then that could only mean... oh fuck.

Of all the species in the world, he got turned into the horniest fucking one.

The voice in his head grew louder and needier. Breedmebreedmebreedmebreedmebreedme. It was so hard to drown out, it vibrated through every inch of his changed skull! Okay, okay, focus. Focus. What else did we learn about rabbits in biology? What breedme else? Obviously they fucked all day some days, producing hundreds upon hundreds of breedmebreedme bunnies. Mmmmfff, bunnies. I can almost imagine it. Hundreds of my young suckling my tits, all after my handsome buck _ breeds me _ and—

GAH! A sharp, intense pressure radiated from his groin, knocking Terry back to reality. What was happening? He thought he finished changing. That was supposed to be it, right?? Why was his groin feeling so hot and... oh fuck. It finally clicked in his mind. Heat. Heat.

The rabbit was in heat. Females went into heat. And female rabbits were consumed with the all-encompassing drive to be _ bred _.

Okay, try not to panic, Terry attempted to rationalize. So you're turning into a girl. So what? You just changed species! This should be nothing!... Except it's not nothing. It's something_!_At least during his transformation, he was bound by the gender he thought himself comfortable in. He already dealt with one unbelievably intense change, but now this? Was it too much??

He let out another moan as more heat radiated from below. By now, Terry figured out what the feeling was. The new rabbit traced his paw down to his groin, only to feel no sign of his familiar cock. Instead he felt a vent. Vibrating with need. A need to breed _ . It was too late. He had to accept it. Terry tried to remember what Julie and Wyler said. The change is temporary. He can always step back into the human world and return to his old self if he didn't like what he became, yeah? But what if it wasn't that simple? What if he crossed over and he returned as a human female? No one discussed how fucking _gender was mixed in with all this!

Terry would be madder if it didn't feel so fucking divine. Part of him hated to admit it, but like all the other changes he'd experienced, this one opened another strata of sensation he didn't think possible. Sex and masturbation as a male, even a rabbit male, was defined by consistent satisfaction. Some particularly nasty days, he'd jerk off five times throughout different points of the day before going to bed. It was like an itch, an itch that felt damn good to be scratched.

Even with the brief time he spent with it, he could tell female pleasure was an altogether different beast, one that emphasized quality over quantity, with peaks and valleys that reached heights hitherto unknown to the changing bunny. It didn't feel like an itch that needed scratching, but like, well, heat. Heat that consumes and spreads and doesn't let go until it's doused in cum. This combined with his increasingly lapid instincts made for an altogether new beast. One that was begging, screaming to be _ bred _ as loud as possible. He didn't think such a feeling was possible. She thought wrong.

“My, my, what do we have here..." A familiar voice finally reached him. It was Doe. Oh thank fuck, Doe! He could use a professional like her to stay stabl—

Before he could finish his thought, an arrow of pure, concentrated bliss shot through his new cunny! “AAAAHH! Nyyaahhhh, Mommyyyyyy..." she mewled, hearing her higher pitched voice for the first time. Doe smiled a devilish smile at her. Terry looked down and saw she was fingering her new snatch. It was... it was...

The best thing she ever felt.

“Does my guest want more?" Doe teased.

“Mmmm, yes, Mommy~" Hunt— ahem. Terry felt Doe's fingers resting in her vent, desperately wanting her to dig deeper into her folds.

“Then you'll have to prove to Mommy you deserve her love."

“Neehh! Nyeh, of course, Mommy. Anything for you~" Hunter moaned for Mommy. Of course she'd— shit!Okay, this feels good, but don't get carried away. This is a role. You are acting. Act-ing. Don't forget.

Doe grinned evilly (in character, as far as she was willing to admit) at her new lapine servant. “Here's what you must do: swear to Mommy you'll listen only to her. You belong to Mommy now. No one else matters but Mommy."

“Yes, Mommy..."

“Furthermore, you won't just listen to Mommy. You'll obey Mommy."

“Oh absolutely, Mommy! One-hundred percent!"

“And finally... you must never, ever think about being human, ever again."

Terry froze up. This was still part of the film, right? Then why did it feel so... final? So absolute? Don't forget. You're acting.

“Whatever home, whatever life you once had? You have to say goodbye."

This is all to make the film better , Terry thought. It's hot stuff. People will love it. Just follow the scenario to its logical conclusion without succumbing to it.

“This is your home now. Mommy is all that matters to you. If you don't surrender to Mommy, then I won't be able to _ breed _ you."

A jolt crackled through Hunter's body from the tips of her ears to her cottonball tail. I... I can't be _ bred _ by Mommy? Oh no! W-Will Mommy think I'm bad?! Terrrrrruuuhhh— Hunter. Hunter's fur bristled in shock. Mommy had to be testing her! She had to be worthy. Mommy was too wonderful, too beautiful to ask nothing less but complete fealty from her dutiful servant. Nnnnngh, I can't! I need to be _ bred _! And I won't let anyone else _ breed _ me but Mommy!

“Mmmmuuhhh. Mommy! Mommy, yes! Anything for you! I'll be your loyal servant. I'll lick your hooves clean! Whatever I was before doesn't matter anymore! Just please _ breed _ me, Mommy! I need to be _ bred _!" Hunter moaned and moaned. Doe... Mommy grinned. Such a devoted servant. She'd do wonderfully.

Gently, Mommy picked up her bunny companion and carried her to the bedroom. They didn't even notice Pete following with his camera, dutifully documenting this magnificent breakdown in real time. In fact, everyone in the studio was awash in total heat, but they also knew that one moan, one bark or meow or churr or chirp, could ruin the take. All anyone could do was stand there and watch the scene unfold, knowing that they'd finally be able to go at it and come when the director yelled Cut. Wyler was the most composed of them all... besides Pete, of course. The canine watched in rapt attention, trusting his stars to lead the scene to its best possible outcome.

With all the care she could muster, Mommy laid Hunter on the bed. Hunter stretched and groaned in her luxurious cushions. The doe watched her lovingly, knowing her babygirl was waiting for her.

“I... I'm ready, Mommy. _ Breed __ me _. Please..."

Mommy reached her arm out and gently caressed Hunter's fur. The bunny shuddered at her touch. “Is my babygirl a human or a bunny?"

“Mmmm... What's a human??"

Mommy smiled proudly at her little bunny. She stretched her hooves up to the bed and knelt atop her loyal servant. Her mighty antlers made sharp shadows in the walls that wrapped around Hunter in a cool embrace.

“Time to breed you, little bunny."

With love and care, Mommy lined her cock up to the bunny's trembling snatch and thrust into her.

Hunter let out a gasp of utter delight and pleasure, finally getting the breeding she so craved! Mommy thrust harder and harder, rocking the bed, making it creak under her mighty presence. She leaned her snout down to the bunny and licked her neck. Hunter thumped her footpaw harder and harder against the mattress.

“Ahhh! Aaaahhh!! Ooohh, yes! Thank you, Mommy! I love Mommy so much!!"

She leaned her muzzle in to kiss her Mommy. Their tongues danced, deer and rabbit intertwined, as Mommy kept thrusting into the bunny.

Mommy eventually separated her lips from Hunter's and kept her head low to face her. “Grab Mommy's antlers," she ordered. Hunter was happy to oblige, grasping her fluffy paws around the thick, bony protrusions like one would the safety bar of a rollercoaster car.

“Very good, Hunter. Now hold on tight!" With that, Mommy slammed her cock as hard as possible into Hunter's pussy. The rabbit screamed and moaned in complete and utter ecstasy, grasping Mommy's antlers as tight as possible. The doe snorted through her snout, reverting to a feral rut. She'd breed this bunny good. Fill her with foals and kits and claim her as her property.

Hunter couldn't help but smile as she was reamed full of Mommy's delicious cock. At that moment, she felt utterly fulfilled. This would very well be the peak of her existence... that is, if she didn't have many more blissful days of Mommy breeding her to look forward to! It was sublime! Such a far cry from... from what? Was there something else before she met Mommy? Oh, whatever! She was sure she'd remember when Mommy allowed it!

Mommy's instincts began to overtake her. She began to scrape her antlers against the wall and bedframe, showing all the other deer that she was King of the Forest. Hunter jostled and and shook as she kept hold of her antlers, letting Mommy ride her as rough and as hard as Mommy needed. Hunter was just happy to be Mommy's cocksleeve, her mewling whore, whatever Mommy wanted her to be.

Fire burned in Mommy's heart. She was so, so close to making this lapine slut hers forever. “Moooooore!" she could hear Hunter beg below her. Her loyal servant depended on her! She'd breed her good. Give her the best damn breeding of all time!

“That's right, Hunter. Mommy's almost there. Mommy's... nnah. Mommy's got you!"

“Don't let go, Mommy! _ Breed me _ good!"

“Unnhh! Yes, babygirl! Mommy's here! Maahhh!!"

The pressure came to a head, Mommy's cock ramming against the bunny's weak, quavering walls. The pleasure sent waves through their neural synapses, feeling every press between cock and pussy with excruciating force! They were so close! Hunter was ready, waiting to be a proper bunny breeder for her wonderful Mommy! Mommy bleated louder and harder, ready to show her what the force of her cervine lineage felt like.

“AAANNHHH! HUNTERRRR!!

“MOMMYYYYYYYYY~"

Like white hot lightning, Mommy shot her ancestral load into Hunter's pussy, filling her full of hot, juicy deer seed. Hunter moaned and melted, her purpose finally complete, a properly bred bunny, like all bunnies should be. Her eyes lulled, muzzle curled in a soft, satisfied smile.

Eventually, Mommy pulled out of her rabbit snatch, leaving a trail of cum on the covers. Hunter gasped with joy feeling Mommy's sperm swimming inside her. Finally, Mommy leaned down to whisper into Hunter's long, floppy ears:

“You're mine now, sweetheart. Mommy loves you." And with that, she kisses Hunter's forehead.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAND _ CUT!"_

Every crew member shot their load, finally unleashing what felt like hours of pent-up energy into a single, unified exhale from their pelvises. Julie was practically writhing on the floor, her paw digits still deep in her leaking pussy as she finally got to mewl as loud and proudly as possible in a puddle of her own juices.

Wyler led everyone into a raucous round of applause as Doe stood up and carried an almost catatonic Terry out from the set bed. “Everyone give it up to the inimitable Miss Doe Adira!!" Everyone cheered and moaned as Doe bowed for her crew. “And an even heartier round of applause to the life-changing Terry Slate!!" The whole studio cheered, howled, mrowled, roared, and tweeted for their latest and possibly greatest member.

Terry blinked, finally lifting from the haze of the role she so thoroughly embodied. Doe turned to the absolutely spent bunny in her arms. “You hear that, Terry? You're a star."

The warm glow of praise and ovation melted in Terry's now long and droopy ears. She smiled before passing out, happy to have given it her all.