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Terry's vision slowly cleared, drifting back into the land of consciousness. She groaned, her body somewhat sore from all the intense things she put her body through. Fuck, how long was I out? The bunny girl held her paw out in front of her muzzle. For once she had a quiet moment to appreciate the change her body had just gone through, opening and closing her fuzzy digits, tracing her new form from her claws to her shoulders and back down to her large feet. Everything finally sunk in for her. She actually did it. Hell, she did more than she ever bargained for in her initial estimation of the deal. She had just gone from being a human male grad student to a lady bunny pornography actor.

“You're up!" Terry's ears flicked up as she turned to find Julie Chung enter the room with a jug of what looked like orange juice. She quickly rushed to the bed Terry was lying in and put the jug on the nightstand.

“Where am I...?"

“You're in the studio green room. I opened up the couch bed just for you. You've gotten a full 8-hour rest, honey bun."

“Eight hours??? Wow..."

“Oh, it's understandable. When I finished my transformation, all I wanted to do all day was laze about and lie on a sunbeam for just as long."

Terry looked down at her breasts. She was in the nude. This would've normally bothered her, being naked in front of someone she'd just met, but as an anthro, speaking with a fellow ex-human, she felt a deep kinship with the siamese feline. “I think it's all coming back to me. That was..."

“Intense, right?"

“Yeah... Would've been nice to be warned about the gender change, though."

“Oh, I wouldn't change a thing. Everything about how that shot played out was perfect. No notes. You were incredible up there." Terry's new nose picked up scents of dried ladycum on Julie's fur. She must be one happy camper.

“So wait, you knew me turning into a girl was a possibility?"

“Well, yeah. I mean..." Julie hesitated for a moment before realizing now was the right time. “I mean, I turned into a girl too."

It all hit Terry at once as soon as the cat admitted it. “Oh, wow. That's... Who else knows?"

“Just you and another ex-human I met online. She's an arctic fox now, in a loving marriage with a beautiful male husky. She was female when she was a human, in case you're wondering."

“Jeez, are there any ex-humans here who transformed into dudes or are they all ladies?"

“I'm sure there has to be. I haven't met one yet. I always wonder when I go out shopping or order coffee, like... There could be another former human in this room and I wouldn't even know it. And they wouldn't even know I was one either." An awkward beat filled the room, the two changed women forming a close bond with each personal anecdote they shared.

“So, what now?"

“Oh, we're still not done filming. You and Doe are gonna have to shoot a few close-ups, different angles. I mean, one single long take of porn will be hard to edit without some B-roll and extra coverage."

“No, no, I mean... Where do I go from here?" The cat paused, knowing exactly what her fellow transformee was thinking. “I just had the most earth-shaking experience of my life. Physically, psychologically, sexually... I'm really grateful you guys gave me the option to return to my world, but... How can I go back to who I was after a moment like this?"

Julie nodded, all too familiar with this quandary. “It's tough, huh... My friend Allison—she's the fox lady I mentioned—she had a hard time deciding on this life. She had family and friends she was close to back home. Prom queen in high school, successful real estate business... Giving all that up was tough for her. It took her many months to come to her final decision... But, she loved Sven—the husky who found her. She knew they were soulmates, and she couldn't imagine having kids—pups—with anyone else. When you have a connection like that, it goes from the hardest choice in the world to the easiest."

“Wow..." Terry was at a loss for how to respond to that, the cat put it so beautifully. “Was it that hard or, uh, easy for you?"

“Heh, the easiest. I never liked being a guy. Back home, I tried to get on hormones to transition, but the medication didn't agree with my body. I signed myself onto every surgery waitlist, but they were much too long, and my insurance wouldn't pay for it all. As soon as I found this slice of heaven and became a girl, it was like a fucking miracle. For me, it wasn't even a question of whether or not I'd go back. This is who I was meant to be, and boy do I love being me."

“Damn. That's a fucking story."

“Sure is... So what about you? What do you have waiting for you back in the land of the humans?"

Terry's mind blanked. When she put it like that, it became the toughest question of his life. He had worked hard all his life. His family was gone, he just went through a bad break-up, lost his job. The human world didn't have much going for him. But fuck, he'd gone this far in his quest to get his Master's. He agreed to this whole porn thing just so he could pay his rent and tuition and continue pursuing his academic career. The thought of abandoning it now when he finally found something he was good at was daunting, to say the least.

On his deathbed, Terry made a promise to his father that he'd be the first in the Slate family to amount to something. Someone with esteem and security, who would produce a new generation of Slates who didn't have to go through the hardships they had. Terry had a feeling his father didn't think that by amounting to something it would mean becoming a furry pornstar. Hell, his hyperreligious mother would've probably had many objections with his new line of work. But that didn't mean what he just accomplished on that set wasn't meaningful in its own way.

After a lengthy period of contemplation, Terry finally had the dissatisfying answer of, “I don't know. It's a thinker, to be sure."

Julie smiled and rested a paw on his shoulder. “Whatever you decide, I'll be here for you. We're kindred spirits now, you and I."

Terry smiled. Then leaned in to hug her new feline friend. Julie hugged her back. Whatever happened next, Terry felt like he'd gained a good few friends for life, something he never had in his turbulent, rocky existence as a human.

“Oh!" Julie exclaimed as she took the pitcher from the nightstand. “You gotta hydrate, girl! Treat this new body like a temple."

Terry nodded and grasped the pitcher in her paws. It was hard to keep a grip on it as her fuzzy hands lacked pads, but she did her best by tightly clutching the handle as she carefully tipped the jug to her protruding muzzle.

Her eyes lit up at the taste. It wasn't orange juice at all! In fact, it was the most heavenly ambrosia she'd ever consumed that wasn't Doe's cum. “This is incredible!" she exclaimed between gulps. “What is it?"

Julie smiled before answering, “Carrot juice!"

Terry's eyes widened before chuckling to herself. She fucking hated carrot juice as a human. Now, in her lapin body, it was like nectar from the gods. The bunny accepted this change, continuing to clean out the pitcher.

The door suddenly opened beside them. Doe, Wyler, Pete, and some of the other crew members barged in bearing confetti poppers and blowing party horns. “HEEEEYY, look who's up!" the cameraboar exclaimed. “You were unreal out there!"

“I was almost worried I fucked your brains out," Doe said with her typically sultry smile. “Glad to see you still in one piece, costar."

The fennec production designer chimed in, “You got our work cut out for us. It took us a good three hours to clean all that cum you left behind on the set."

“Us?" the hawk scripty interjected. “Pretty sure that was all me. You were practically lapping it up like a night at the buffet."

“Alright, alright, let's settle down," Wyler said with his award-winning canine smile. “We're waiting on you to continue working, Ms. Slate. You up for some more shots or do you need more time to recover?"

“Well, I—" was all Terry could get out before Doe interrupted.

“Oh, and don't worry, the rest of the production won't be nearly as intense. If anything, this is the more boring, mechanical part of any porn shoot. That is, unless you want another real go with me~" Doe said that last sentence in her Mommy voice. Terry's fur shook at the intonation.

“I-I'm down for something a lot less intensive," the rabbit agreed. “But as soon as we're done, I want us to discuss my future with the studio."

Wyler's ears perked up at that. “Fantastic! I'll get the lawyers back in the building for a more complete contract." The rottweiler shifted back into Director Mode, his voice changing into one for barking out orders. “Okay people! Let's shoot some good coverage! Places everyone!" He clapped his paws for emphasis.

Julie tried helping Terry out of bed, but Terry shook her head to tell her I got this. Terry lifted her legs and attempted to stand on her new rabbit feet for the first time. Her thighs quivered and shook, unfamiliar limbs still feeling like jelly. Julie picked her back up and guided her back to set, step by step, teaching the new anthro how to walk again.

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The coverage shoot was thankfully not as wild an ordeal as the initial take they just filmed. Wyler yelled CUT! more often, regaining his perfectionist streak and directing his cameraman as much as his actors. Terry had a tougher time uttering the lines as, well, actual lines rather than improvising. They felt somewhat more stilted without her naturally reactive delivery from before. Still, Doe made for a great acting coach, teaching her how to best return to the character's essence and mental state with some key exercises and thought experiments.

“Alright, Pete?" Wyler instructed his cameraman. “I want you to really close in on Hunter gripping those antlers. Sound gators are already working on some beautiful stuff in the foley room, we'll be hearing every creak and tug as she pulls on them. Now, Hunter? Great work. Though I looked back at the dailies and saw in our initial take you had your legs wrapped around Mommy's waist here."

“Like this?" Terry inquired as she performed the exact gesture.

“Perfect, perfect. And make sure to wrap them tight. Remember, this is a culmination of your descent into bunnydom. You're finally being bred. You wouldn't let go of Mommy for anything."

Terry nodded at her director. Meanwhile, the hawk scripty slid into set. “Oh, and be sure to have your right paw crossing over your left for continuity." The avian woman carefully picked Terry's feet up with her talons to position them correctly.

“Thank you, Flissa! Not a feather out of place." Wyler was in the zone, and so was everyone in his crew. “Okay, okay, you're all rockstars, I'm loving it, now let's make some goddamn smut! Nick, get the slate ready!"

Nick the fennec slated the scene and Wyler yelled action. Doe and Terry slipped back into character as Mommy and Hunter, gyrating and riding each other on the bed . Like last time, the sex wasn't simulated, but it was a lot more ordinary now, more rehearsed and less in the moment. Terry thought back to what was running through her mind during their first take. That dominating need to be _ bred . Thankfully, she knew she wouldn't get pregnant after what Doe told her about cross-species mating, but that didn't make it feel any less raw. For a moment, Terry really thought Doe was going to breed her, and stranger still, a part of her _wanted the doe to do it.

Now, though? The feeling was, well, not gone, but definitely dimmed by rationale. Was this the fabled instinct that ferals and anthros had? Terry wouldn't describe it like she was possessed, as this was now a part of her that stayed in the back of her mind, but it did definitely take control and made her into a total slut. It's like she tapped into her inner feral animal, wild and free and uninhibited. There was something liberating about surrendering to that instinct, that drive to simply exist as a creature of desire. As a human, Terry hardly ever got to focus on desire, forced to live paycheck to paycheck. The idea that even if he returned to the human world he'd be richer and well-compensated, allowed to finally breathe and take in whatever pleasures he thought to treat himself with? It was something entirely new to the now female bunny.

Between takes, Terry and Doe had a lot of time to converse and shoot the shit. The two costars had more in common than Terry initially thought. Doe was also an only-fawn and lost her parents after high school. She worked for tips as a stripper before turning to porn and co-starring in several films with one Rudd Wyler. When Wyler quit performing to start his own studio and shift to directing, Doe followed him when no one else believed in him, and it led the two of them to stardom.

“How do you do it, Doe?" the bunny asked her costar. "Go up on set every day and experience pleasure like that on a near-constant basis?"

“Well, to be real, our session was something of an outlier. When you do it enough times, it just becomes work. Hit your marks, spend an hour in make-up, go through the motions... It can get monotonous. But every now and then, you find a costar that you click with. I cherish all these costars. We stay friends and try to collaborate as much as possible. Julie's one of them. I have a feeling you and I will have a long, fruitful career together, too. That is, if you decide to stay."

“Heh, well that makes it tempting." Terry grinned, thinking about how close she'd gotten to all these actors and crewmates in such a short span of time. Wherever she decided she'd end up, she knew she couldn't just go back to her old life.

Eventually, shooting ended, Wyler calling it a wrap. Everyone applauded, proud of what they accomplished over these past 24 hours. All that was left was to take the footage to the editing bay and put it all together into something a crowd of horny anthros will enjoy for the upcoming mating season. With that, Terry felt she had made up her mind and asked Wyler to meet in his office.

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Sitting in the canine's decorated office, Terry had just finished saying her piece to Wyler, Doe, and Julie. Wyler was the first to respond. “Well, I can't say I'm not a little disappointed."

Doe comforted the old canine. “Hey, she just said this wouldn't be goodbye."

Terry continued, “All I said was I don't think I can stay as a bunny. Don't get me wrong it was, eheh, very wild, but it might be a little too intense for me to permanently live as."

“I'll say," Doe chuckled. “We practically threw you into the deep end, instinct-wise."

“That and I made a promise to my father that I have to keep. I can't quit my studies, especially now that I can financially support them. Doe, you understand what it means to honor your parents' last wishes better than anyone here." Doe bowed her antlers in recognition. She understood perfectly well.

“So how's this going to work?" Julie asked. Terry smiled, sure they'd be okay with her answer.

“Well, I'd definitely love to come back and shoot some more stuff with you guys! Of course, that would mean starting from scratch with each shoot. I hope that isn't inconvenient for you."

Wyler thought about it for a moment, the gears in his creative mind churning with ideas. He smiled and snapped his paw pads. “Actually, it's perfect! Why settle for one transformation picture when we could make it a series!"

“And hey, you might get to change into other cool species!" Julie exclaimed. “Just think! Each film, we get to watch as our hero remakes him/herself over and over."

“Damn, hun," Doe noted while she took a whiff of Julie's scent. “You're really enjoying this, aren't you."

“What can I say? I like what I like~"

The four mammals laughed together. “Oh!" the bunny said with a flash of epiphany. “I may not be permanently staying in this world yet, but maybe I'll find a form that really fits me someday!"

“Oh, I have a feeling you'll find it," said Julie. “When you know, you'll know. I definitely knew I was meant to be a pretty kitty."

Wyler interrupted. “So how will we keep in touch? I haven't tested it myself, but I have a feeling our phones won't be able to cross worlds."

“Let alone phone plans," Doe said with an eyeroll.

Terry thought about it. “Well, you guys said the rift was across the street from my place, yes? Just leave a note in my mailbox! I check it every day."

“Ooooh, old school. How charming."

Wyler happily banged his paws on the desk. “You got yourself a deal, kid. Welcome to Ruttweiler Pictures, officially!" He firmly shook paws with Terry, the girls surrounding them applauding at the deal.

“So, that's that," Julie sighed. “We'll definitely miss you while you're gone, Terry."

“Well, no need to say goodbye yet," Doe said, building up to something. “We still need to bring our new star to her first ever wrap party!"

“Wrap party??" Terry exclaimed. “Oh, I'm there!"

Wyler smiled as he brought up his phone. “I'll send texts to the whole crew. I have a feeling they'll all wanna send you off proper."

Doe and Julie nodded and cheered, ready to get blackout drunk and party all night. Before they could leave, Terry's eyes widened, realizing she forgot to mention something. “Wait!" The girls stopped in their tracks. Wyler turned to give Terry attention as well. “I kinda wanna keep my work life and human life separate for the timebeing. I'm sure you all understand."

“Absolutely, costar," said Doe.

“So, I was thinking... I feel like I already have a good stage name you can put on the credits of our movie," Terry said with a grin. Doe and Wyler smiled back, already way ahead of the bunny.

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“Free cheers for Hunter Prey!" The whole crew clinked their glasses together in a classic anthro pub. Drinks were shared, dances were had, songs were sung, and every crew member had words of encouragement to give Terry, now Hunter, for her big sendoff.

Meanwhile, Hunter got a better look at the anthro world outside of the studio space. Both the similarities and differences from his human world were striking, and she saw all sorts of species on the way to the bar. The bunny was also now able to small talk with some interesting anthro strangers in and around the building, all of them complimenting her cute looks and pretty ears. The costume lizard even let her borrow a nice dress, something Terry never thought she'd get to wear in her human lifetime.

Her heart skipped a beat, however, when she saw in the corner, a rather sexy male bunny with a white and black fur pattern drinking to himself. Hunter had to stop every drive in her body from coming up to say hi. She could take a guess on where it would end up. Already, that voice in the back of her mind came back upon seeing him. _ Breed me... breed me... breed me... _ Fire burned in her loins. As much as Hunter wished to stay longer, she knew she'd have to leave soon before she succumbed once more to her bunny instincts.

The whole crew gave heartfelt goodbyes, some even being a little flirty with the cute rabbit. Hunter appreciated their kind and sultry words, quick to remind them that she'd see them all again soon. With that, Julie escorted the bunny out of the bar and back to her apartment.

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Terry woke up with a slight hangover, bright morning sunlight assaulting his eyes through the windows. He held his hand up to block the light's harsh glare. Wait... his hand...

The human male looked down at his body and saw he was back to his old self. He must've been pretty drunk last night 'cause he couldn't remember getting back to his apartment. He was even naked under the covers, no sign of that cute dress he wore as a bunny. In fact... there was hardly any remnant of the time he spent in the anthro world, no trace of all that he'd been through.

“Dude," a voice startled the young man. He turned to find his roommate at the door, munching on a bowl of cereal in his hand. “Where the fuck were you yesterday?"

Terry blanked on what to say. He hadn't thought up a good excuse. “I, uh... I broke up with Carla. Kinda went on a bender." Well, it's not like what he was saying was false, per se.

“Ah, bummer," was all his roommate could muster. They were never particularly close, really only living together to split the rent cost and afford this ramshackle apartment. “Anyway, there was some shit for you in the mail. Lot of it was from school. Something about your tuition." He tossed the pile of letters onto Terry's bed. Terry looked less than amused.

“You looked through my mail?"

“Not all of it, man. I'm not a monster." The roommate slunk back to the living room with his cereal in tow. Terry sat there reading the open letter from his school. They said they'd let him make a late payment on his courses. The human groaned and threw the letter against the wall.

As reality came crashing back, Terry began to doubt himself. Was it all a dream? After all, the whole thing was pretty out-there when he really thought about it. Porn, transformation, shifting genders, anthropomorphic animal people? Fuck, what if he really had cracked...

He looked through the rest of the letters, most of them more financial crap... until he saw an unopened envelope with “For Hunter" handwritten on the front.

Eagerly, he tore the envelope and dug into it. Inside was a fat stack of cash and a card with writing inside it.

“To our favorite star. Never forget how bright you shine. Signed, the Ruttweiler Pictures crew"

Below it were signatures from every crew member. Wyler, Doe, Julie, Pete, Flissa, Nick, and more. Terry smiled at the beautiful gesture... Then remembered that in his other hand was a fuckton of money, perfectly converted into human currency as promised. Terry thought long and hard on what he'd spend it on after taking care of his tuition.

A loud flush echoed from outside his room. “Toilet's broken!" his roommate yelled. Terry smirked. A new apartment to himself would sure be nice. Something that'll give him plenty of room and privacy to satisfy all his new urges...