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Doe clopped back into the studio with excitement in her hooves. She got the text an hour ago that Hunter Prey was back from the human world, and so soon after their first meeting too! The doe had thought about their previous session ever since, proud to have taken part in such an unprecedented (and thoroughly enjoyable) shoot. She couldn't wait to coach her new costar further through their journey into porndom.

Pushing through the backlot doors and hallways, the doe texted again on the studio's group chat: "im here! wheres the shoot?" Her phone chimed with a quick reply from Pete, "studio 4. can't wait for u to see the set. it's p wild. hunter's here too and they can't wait to see you again." Doe smiled, changing direction toward Studio 4.

When Doe finally entered, she saw Nick and Flissa working with Julia on building the new set. Doe didn't have time to process how it looked before spotting Hunter sitting by craft services with Pete and gator twins Mila & Gayle. The human lifted upon seeing the deer enter. Doe rushed in to give him a big hug. "There's my favorite human!"

"Heh, you know Wyler said the exact same line."

"Well, I can't help it. You're everyone's favorite human 'round here."

Mila opened her scaled maw, "Hey Doe! Your friend's having a lot of fun getting what she wants, eh?"

"What do you mean by--?" The doe turned to finally look at the set. Her muzzle dropped.

Under Julie's direction, the production designers have built a functioning BDSM dungeon, with racks of toys and whips and boards and chains and all kinds of naughty devices. The feline's tail was practically wagging like a dog's, really going to town with the creative freedom she was given over the scenario.

"Ooooh shit, we got a Julie flick on our hands, don't we."

"Oh yeah," Pete replied. "It's gonna be a big one. Once Julie's given an inch of control, she can't help but go all-out."

The other gator twin, Gayle, contributed, "For my money, I think it's an ex-human thing. She's still relatively new to being one of us, and all that repressed human culture has culminated into a build-up of horny that erupts into a geyser when it's unleashed."

Doe licked her lips, happy another of her costars was doing very well for herself. "Yup, she's insatiable, isn't she." She turned to find Hunter sitting a tad nervously, not used to being around all the kinky equipment being fashioned. "You okay, Hunter? Excited?"

"Huh? Oh, y-yeah! Can't wait."

"You don't sound too hot."

"Well, I am! I mean..." The human sighed. "I'm willing to do anything for Julie. Hell, I let her head this scenario as a way to thank her for starting this whole thing, to make her fantasies come true. It's just... I've never been in a -- ahem -- BDSM situation before. What if I don't like it? I don't wanna ruin her fantasy."

Doe sighed at the innocent human. "Well, at least it seems that humans_have_ BDSM. Judging from everything else I've learned about your culture, I would've guessed you guys put all kinksters in prison for deviancy."

"Heh. Well it's still considered 'weird' and 'extreme' by the mainstream over there. I guess all the stuff I was told about it can't help but color my thoughts. That and it always looked a bit... painful, from the outside."

"But you're dead-set on doing it, aren't you."

"Well, I'll never know until I try."

"See? That's the right attitude. And hey, even outside a porn set, this kind of thing is all about boundaries. Trust me, I know Julie. She'll treat you right, give you a safeword, whatever needs to be done to make sure you enjoy yourself too."

Hunter smiled. "Thanks, Doe. You always know the right thing to say."

"No worries. Besides, I know you, you little slut. I experienced your submissive streak firsthand during our last session. Believe me, if you enjoyed that, you're gonna loooove what Julie has in store." The doe smirked and watched her feline friend command the stage. Hunter knew she was being teasing and sultry with that reminder, but at the same time it calmed him. His costars had his back. He had nothing to worry about.

Kiera entered the studio with a coffee in paw. Doe screamed upon seeing her. "KIERAAAAA!!" The skunk screamed back and greeted her cervine friend, putting her coffee away so she could hug and nuzzle Doe. "Welcome back, hun! How are the folks?"

"Ugh, you know," Kiera scoffed. "Asking when I'll bear them some grandcubs, trying to hook me up with old high school flames, the usual. Other than that, they're well and healthy."

"Good. And I see you finally got to meet our new friend Hunter."

"I did. God, he reminds me so much of Julie when she was human. So innocent and meek and asking fun questions."

"Heh, believe me, he's not so innocent and meek anymore. I made sure of that."

"Mmmm, I'm sure you did~"

Hunter stared at the two friends. It seemed that it wasn't just a mating season or a dating-a-pornstar thing. Relationships in the anthro world were apparently more 'open' than those in his world. Doe and Kiera had a chemistry of their own, and the human could just imagine that Julie had invited the deer over to their place to share in their fun. He'd have to remember that if he ever started seeing someone in this world.

"So," the doe continued, "Excited to see your girlfriend tear up the stage again?"

"Oh yeah. You should've seen her face when Hunter told Rudd to give her carte blanche. Her ears got so red and she was so cute; and then, like flicking a switch, she went dark mode. She's gonna _wreck_that human's body so hard."

"I can hear you," Hunter added semi-glibly.

The skunk smiled back at him, "I know."

---

"All right, and the last strap goooeees there!" The lizard woman put the finishing touches on Hunter's costume: a full-body leather harness with straps and studs and rings all around. Above his ass was a specially modified metal ring made to expand and fit a variety of different tail lengths and thicknesses depending on the transformation. Hunter looked himself over, the harness looping around his thin, lanky body, leaving sensitive parts like his cock and balls open in the breeze. He certainly didn't have anything like this in his end-of-the-year expectations.

Julie padded over to give the human a once-over. "Looking good, Hunter. Ever worn one of these before?"

"N-No," the human meekly replied. "It's... not as bad as I thought it would be."

"Heh,very good." A wicked tone overtook Julie. Hunter gulped. The cat was clearly having too much fun with all this. "Do you mind if I test out all the different toys and equipment on you before we start shooting? I wanna make sure my pet is treated right before I make him mine."

The human blushed, unable to hide his cock twitching openly below. "C-Can we save the dirty talk for the first take? What if I transform pre-maturely?"

"Oh, am I getting you that worked up~?" Hunter glared at her. Julie cleared her throat. "Fine, fine. But I really do want you to be comfortable up there, Hunter. Can we at least find out which of these instruments you're okay or not okay with now?"

Hunter sighed, realizing he was hard on her because he was still nervous. He knew Julie had his best interests at heart, and he appreciated everything she was doing to ease him into this scene. "Alright. Where should we start?"

Julie smiled and guided Hunter through the dungeon set. "I was thinking we'd have you chained to this X-cross. It's simple and self-explanatory. You should be fine with it, yeah?"

"Yeah, sure," Hunter nodded. Then turned to a strange contraption. "What's this one?"

Julie grinned. "That is a pillory. It's designed to force you into... certain positions. Wanna give it a try?"

Hunter thought. He had been told by human roommates that the more complicated a sex dungeon apparatus looked, the crazier it was. The human wanted to see if that was true. "Sure. How do I...?" He trailed off before Julie gently grasped his wrist and brought him down to the pillory's head-level.

Doe and Kiera watched them from craft services, munching on a bowl of grapes. "So," began the doe, "Was Julie really like Hunter before she transformed?"

"A little. She obviously took to the change a lot better. That girl did_not_ like being human. Heh, but she did take a while to adapt to certain things." The skunk swelled with pride seeing Julie bind the human male to the pillory, bending his body forwards and strapping his arms and neck into place with the metal frame, leaving his ass open and exposed, presenting it like a heat-ridden, tail-raised bitch. "But now look at her. She's so in control and free and happy. I feel... honored to be the one who changed her."

"That's funny. I felt the same way when I transformed Hunter. I mean, maybe not as romantically as you and Julie, but I can already tell Hunter's changed for the better. The difference is already immense."

"Yeah... In some ways, they're surpassing us."

"Surpassing? How do you mean?"

"Think about it: we take our lives for granted. Compared to the human world, us anthros got it easy. Some days, I look at all the strides Julie's made and realize... she's accomplished more in six years of being an anthro than I have in my entire lifetime as one. And according to everyone on set, Hunter is well on his way to attaining stardom within days of arriving here." The skunk shrugged her shoulders. "How much of our lives have we wasted, not knowing our own strengths?"

"Whoa. Deep."

"I'm serious, Doe."

"So am I. You have a point, Kiera. It really... puts things in perspective."

The skunk let out an exhausted sigh. "Some days, I just wish I could take the kinds of leaps and changes in my life that they have." Kiera watched longingly as Julie finished tying Hunter up.

Doe stared at the skunk... then smiled, coming up with some ideas to make her wish come true. But she'd save them for later. It would make for a nice surprise, after all.

"Wow, this is..." Hunter wobbled, suspended in the air by the straps, ropes, and metal bars of the pillory. "...Intense... Not entirely unpleasant, though."

"See?" Julie said full of enthusiasm. "It's like floating in a cage. Keeps the sensation pure and unfettered, free from any distraction." The cat went to the toy rack and picked up a riding crop. "Wanna try the first instrument?"

"S-Sure." The human braced himself for pain. Julie gripped the crop's handle tight.

"I'll hit you once and only once. Feel free to tell me if it's too much, okay?" Hunter nodded shakily. "Alright. Here goes..." With a light thwack! Julie raised the riding crop and swung it at Hunter's bare ass cheek. The human flinched and whimpered... then stayed perfectly still, almost savoring the sensation. A shaky breath escaped his mouth.

"It... It hurt at first, but... Then it rings in your body. Like a bell."

Julie's ears stood, excitement filling her as Hunter took to the instrument. "Right?? And this is meant to hit harder than human equipment, it's made to pound through layers of fur. You took it on your bare flesh like a champ."

Hunter chuckled to himself. Was he... enjoying this? "What's the next one?" he said a little too eagerly.

Julie turned to the rack. "Hmm... Ah! My personal favorite: the paddle." She picked up a large wooden paddle with a pawprint engraved on the side. "Just like before. Ready...?"

Before Hunter could nod, Julie smacked the paddle against his ass cheek, leaving behind a red rectangle on his bare flesh. "Nngh... It's fine? A little duller. I don't know if I like it as much as the crop."

"Aw, bummer. We could've been paddle sisters," the feline winked before returning to the rack. "Ooooh, here we go." She picked up two many-tailed flogs, one with simple leather straps, and one torn and made to resemble barbed wire. "I'm gonna give you two. Tell me which feels better." Julie proceeded to whip the first flog against his ass, and then the barbed flog on his back.

Hunter quivered and screamed at both. Unbeknownst to him, he let out a breathy gasp at the end, sensual and satisfied. Julie didn't miss that for a second. "Ahh. You like that one?" Hunter looked almost confused by his own pleasure. Julie smiled, feeling the need to clarify his feelings for him. "Why don't you give it another SHOT!" Julie emphasized the final word with another whip of the flog! Then the barb wire! Again and again, with Hunter mixing low moans into his screams of agonized lust. The two bonded over bondage. His human cock began to stiffen--

"Julie, stop!" Doe yelled from across the set. "You're gonna transform him early, we don't even have cameras rolling."

Hunter and Julie both tried to hide their flustered breaths. They looked at each other knowingly, aware they had just shared a breakthrough. "I... I think I'll go with the leather flog," Hunter finally replied.

Julie returned him a smile. "Great choice, big guy~"

_Suddenly,_a door slammed open with a loud _THUNK!_Every crewmember turned to find Wyler leading Jeremiah Stud into the room, the bull maintaining a stern countenance as he inspected the set. Hunter had never seen a more powerful looking anthro before. The bull was taller and thicker than anyone he'd ever seen, even among human body builders. He couldn't keep his eyes away from the massive horns adorning the bovine's head like a crown, not to mention the enormous bulge in his pants that wasn't even hard. It was clear that this was the ultimate bigwig of the studio, the cream of the crop. And Hunter was stuck in what couldn't be a more compromising position in front of him.

The bull stomped his hooves up to the set floor and loomed over the pilloried and submissive human. Hunter looked up, awed by his dominating stature, eyes wide and still. Stud blew a puff of air from his large nostrils, causing the human's hair to be blown back somewhat. The bull leaned down to inspect Hunter's every facet, focusing on his strange human nose especially. Hoof-tipped fingers rested on his soft, fleshy skin, tracing his form. The human was almost ashamed to admit he was getting a little aroused just by how helpless he was in front of the powerful bovine.

"I'll be damned," Jeremiah snorted. "He's the real deal."

"Told you," Wyler said with dejection. "Now can we please get back to work? You're the one who wants this thing ready for mating season."

The bull looked back to the tense, weak little human tied before him, then leaned up close to his face to whisper, "You like it here, human?"

Beads of sweat slid from the top of Hunter's head. "I-I do, sir."

Jeremiah Stud smirked at the human before sticking his thick tongue out to lick the sweat off his cheek. Hunter tingled at the sensation, his pilloried state only making it feel more pronounced and intense. "You're still growing, cub. If you ever wanna be taken by a real Stud, just come by my office whenever you like. I'll show you just what our world has to offer." Hunter shuddered as the bull got up and walked away from the set. Stud turned to Wyler, "Good find, pup. Now let's see what he can do."

Wyler gave the bull a cocky smirk back. "Oh, you'll see, Stud. You'll see."

Jeremiah made another dismissive snort as he grabbed a chair and took a seat. Everyone in the crew murmured at that, Doe included. "Fuck. When was the last time Stud actually sat in on a shoot?" the deer asked. She turned and saw Hunter shift uncomfortably as Julie unstrapped him from the pillory. The pressure was on for the little human. Doe's ears hung low, feeling for her poor costar.

Only Kiera seemed to be biting her lip at the sight of Stud in the studio. "Damn. Too bad I'm a lesbian."

---

Hunter was now chained to the X-cross, arms lifted up, ankles and wrists bound, still wearing the leather harness wrapped around his bare flesh. The lights were finally being set up, the camera put in position, everyone working doubletime to ready up their first take. And all the while, Jeremiah Stud remained glued to his chair, staring intently at the bound human.

Hunter almost yearned for the simple pressures that came with his first shoot. That was nothing compared to the piercing glare that the bull was giving him. At least back then, everyone was being encouraging and accommodating to him. Now, this giant of a bovine was staring him down, searching for the simplest of slip-ups, waiting for failure-- for proof that the first film was too good to be true.

The costume lizard arrived from the dressing rooms. "I'm very proud to introduce Julie Chung wearing what might be my finest work." She stepped aside so Julie could step through the door. Hunter's eyes widened at the feline.

Julie was now wearing a full-on leather dominatrix outfit, clad in high heels, fingerless gloves, a tight series of leather straps wrapped around her torso that framed her bare breasts, and a row of metal rings around her tail. A riding crop and a flog were slung at her waistband, shiny and itching to be used. Much like Hunter's cock, the siamese cat's pussy lay naked and bare for all to see, one of the few sections of her lower body not covered in leather. The whole crew applauded at both Julie and Francesca, the lizard woman who designed this magnificent costume.

Julie blushed at all the praise. "Be honest, everyone, is it too much?"

"It's perfect," Wyler responded.

Kiera moaned from the side. "Think we could keep the costume, Francesca? For... personal use?" Julie let out a soft, flustered purr at that.

Francesca the costume lizard chuckled. "Out of the question... but friends of the crew do get a discount for rentals." Kiera smiled. Better than nothing.

Julie marched toward the chained up Hunter with her stiletto heels, radiating confidence and power with every movement from the rocking of her hips to the seductive sway of her ringed tail. Hunter was at a loss for words. "You look... incredible," he made sure to tell her. The feline licked her lips and traced her claw along the human's neck.

"And_you_ look like a little slut."

"Jeez, that thing's really getting you into character."

"What character? This is a part of me, deep down. What, then, will I fish out from the depths of you?"

Before Hunter could open his mouth to respond, Julie leaned in close to the human. "Let me tell you something, Hunter: this is going to be as close to real as it gets." Julie pushed out all of her claws and pressed them into Hunter's shoulder. A sharp pain sang through his nerves, bringing the human to whimper like a subservient pet. "You will know your role and service me dutifully. I will chisel away your human exterior, break it down and sculpt you into the perfect animal waiting inside." The feline walked around him, wrapping her arm around his neck as she continued ordering. "All you have now is our safe word: 'pumpkin'. When you say 'pumpkin', I will stay my paw... How about now? Are my claws too much for you?"

Hunter shuddered and remained silent. Julie grinned. "Gooood." She retracted her claws and freed the little human from her clutch. Hunter exhaled, trying to hide the light moan that escaped his lips. Julie didn't miss it for a second. "You're going to be a good pet, this shoot. Got it?"

"G-Got it," Hunter nodded shakily.

Julie took the riding crop slung by her waist and rubbed the tip teasingly against the human's cheek. "Got... what?"

Hunter blanked for a moment. He wasn't familiar with BDSM, let alone its basic rules. Yet somehow, the musk wafting from Julie's cunt conjured a word in his mind. A word that, when Hunter heard it, made it all make sense for the human. "Got it... Mistress."

Julie smiled and put the crop back on her waist sling. "Good boy. You'll do wonderfully." She unwrapped her arm from Hunter and walked past her slackmuzzled crew. She stopped in front of her girlfriend.

"Have I ever told you how much I fucking love you?" Kiera said breathily.

"Oh, you've told me plenty," Julie said before leaning in to whisper into the skunk's ear. "And don't you worry. I'll be bringing plenty of this energy to the bedroom tonight." Kiera mmm'd at that, nuzzling her nose against the feline's.

Stud shifted in his seat somewhat, trying to hide how affecting the display was. Wyler caught that, smugly padding up to the bull. "You picked a good shoot to sit in on, Stud."

"Tch," Jeremiah scoffed. "This doesn't prove whether your human has the goods. It just means you cast a hot fuckin' feline. Big whoop."

Wyler smirked, "Just be sure not to moo during the take." Stud sneered at that as Wyler turned his focus back to the crew. "I think we're ready to shoot! Everyone, get to your places!" The crew shuffled to their stations, Julie returning to the set with Hunter. Doe sat in the sidelines for this one, standing beside Kiera.

While everyone got set up, Wyler walked up to Julie and Hunter. "Alright, Julie. This is your scenario. I trust that I won't have to direct you too much?"

"Don't sweat it, Rudd," the cat said confidently. "This is the role I was born to play."

The rottweiler smiled before turning to Hunter. "How're you feeling, big guy?"

"Okay. Nervous, but... Julie helps me forget about the giant fucking bull staring at me."

"Heh, don't let Jer get under your, uh... what do you call it?"

"Skin?"

"Skin, yes. Stud puts up an intimidating front, but he's just as much a pervert as the rest of us. Just remember this if he gets to you: he loved the last flick. Hell, he fucking moo'ed at your performance."

"Oh, uh... I'm assuming that's good?"

"It's_huge_. Don't forget. You got him by the horns." Hunter exhaled, feeling a little better with his director behind his back. "Now, here's where our scene starts: you awaken, bound and chained, a human prisoner being held by a feline diplomat. She has power over you. Physically, psychologically, politically. Your new mistress wants information on the human world, how to get to it and how to attack its weakpoints so she could transform as many of your kind as possible."

Hunter's eyes nearly bulged at what Julie cooked up. He knew Julie was a massive transformation fetishist, but he had no idea it would manifest into this kind of story.

"Your mistress has other methods besides interrogation," the canine continued. "She wants to change you, make you defect, switch sides so you will join her cause and help convert the humans with her. You are resistant. You'd rather die before you give her anything. But the mistress knows which buttons to press. Your will is going to be broken down. You'll begin to see the joys of being under her, following her orders, and being one of us--"

"Fhhuck..." the human muttered under his breath. The canine looked down and saw his star was half-erect just hearing about all this. "Sorry. Go on."

"Don't forget, kid: this is a role about resistance. The audience won't give in if they don't believe you're genuinely being broken down. There has to be tension, friction. Talk back at first, really communicate a belief in your human allegiance before you fully surrender to your mistress. I can't have you blowing your load too early. Understand?"

"Way ahead of you." Hunter smiled, almost excited to get into the role. Of course, he had to tamp down that excitement, get into character as someone who couldn't want transformation less. He conjured up his memories of who he was before his initial transformation, how strange and scary the prospect was to him. It really put into perspective how far he'd gone from the timid human he used to be. It was in that juxtaposition that he found the emotional center. This role would require him to dig deep into how much he's changed spiritually as much as physically and psychologically. For once, he felt confident in front of the bull in the chair.

Wyler motioned to his crew. "Everyone ready?" Scattered yeahs echoed along the set. "Alright, Nick get the slate ready! Let's shoot some smut!"

With the giraffe gaffing the mic, Pete the boar holding the camera, Nick the fennec arriving with the slate, and Julie the feline hitting her mark, the scene was finally set. Jeremiah pressed his hoof-capped fingers together, curious to see just what the human could do.

"We're on in 3... 2... 1.. ACTION!"

Nick clapped the slate and made way for Pete to pull in as Julie stood over the unconscious human imprisoned before her.

---

Hunter groaned awake, opening his groggy eyes. "Uuungh... Where... am I?" He scanned his surroundings. All around him were various instruments of torture strung up in a dungeon lined with red leather and spiked metal. Terrified, the human tried to pull at his chains but found them unbreakable. Looking down, he saw that he was naked save for a sexually-charged leather harness. His heart began to race, realizing he was in a very devious predicament.

"Good morning, little pet," a honeyed, teasing voice said. The human turned to find a bipedal feline clad in leather stepping toward him. "My my, look what the cat dragged in."

"Wuh-- What is this?? Who the hell are you???"

The cat bellowed a campy, maniacally evil giggle. "Such a sweet little thing. So innocent and pure... You won't stay that way, I assure you." With a loud THWACK!, the feline smacked her riding crop against a wooden post.

Hunter flinched at the sound, startled by how strongly Julie was establishing her character. It helped him forget the eroticism of what they were doing, putting him back in the fearful headspace of a confused, imprisoned human.

"It's not every day a denizen of the human world arrives at our doorstep." The feline purred dramatically. "You remember how you came here, right? Fell down a strange dimensional hole and found yourself in a world full of sexy beasts?"

Hunter's eyes widened. "How did you know?"

The cat chuckled softly. "My devoted pets reported your arrival as soon as they saw you. They're combing the forest they found you in as we speak, searching for the rift you came in from." She grasped the riding crop tightly, the leather of her fingerless gloves squeaking as it pressed into the instrument. "If you're lucky, they'll find it before I'm done with you~" The cat licked her lips seductively. The bound human shivered.

"I-I don't understand. What makes me so special? I'm just an ordinary human!"

"Oh, but even the most ordinary humans carry something special inside them. In fact, it's my job to let that special something out. It's up to you whether we do that the hard way... or the easy way."

The human didn't like what that could be implying. "Wha... What do you mean?"

"Mmm... I've devoted a good chunk of my life to studying you humans. I am quite fascinated by your kind. Your sensitive little bodies. Your culture. Your world..." She pushed a single claw from one of her digits and lightly traced it over the human's body. He shivered at her touch, the claw lightly teasing his skin, not quite cutting into it. "All so very fragile. Each aspect of your species is nearly on the verge of collapse... Exquisitely so, I may add. As if one touch of my little claw could collapse your entire system."

The human shuddered. Was this... creature suggesting what he thought she was suggesting? "Just what do you want from me?"

The domineering feline purred seductively, ready to lay the first phase of her trap. "It's quite simple, really. All I ask for is information."

"What... What kind of information?"

"Oh, just standard human knowledge." The cat circled around the X-cross, her vibrating purr circulating into each human ear. "The location of that little portal you came through, for starters. Some names, too. Human leaders, cultural icons, religious patriarchs and their locations... Anyone with a following we could convert."

The human's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "You want to convert humans?! Into what?"

The feline laughed again at the stupid little human. "What else? A better form, one properly attuned to true pleasure. Ohhh, yes. I will not stop until each human has surrendered to the joys of animal bliss."

As she continued giggling to herself, the human's heart began to sink in his chest, realizing she intended to change him first. Hunter could already feel his cock twitch at all the sensual talk. It took immense effort to keep himself flaccid, trying to stay true to the character's fear. "You're... You're insane! I'll never cooperate you! You're all sick, degenerate beasts! I'll die before I sell my people out for a monster like you!"

"Ahahahah, a monster? What a riot, coming from a pathetic human like you."

"Well, what the fuck does a beast like you know about humans?"

The feline smirked to herself, ready to activate her well-placed rhetorical trap. "All too much, I'm afraid. Almost as if... I used to be one of you."

Hunter double-taked at that. Is she changing the story? Was this always part of her script? At the very least, his genuine surprise played well into the role. "Y-You?"

"Oh, yes, just like you," she purred. "A weak, pathetic human male, uneducated in true pleasure. It wasn't until my Mistress converted me long ago that my eyes were opened. Now, I can hardly remember my days as a primitive human. It's only when I interrogate and convert my pets do I get a refresher on my old home... See, it's my mission to hunt down humans like you so I may fulfill my divine purpose: to discover a way back to the human world and spread our delicious pleasure to all who need it. It is all I could do to repay my new kind for making me who I am now."

Hunter shuddered, not just in character, but at the ways Julie added facets of her own experience to the scenario. This was clearly something bubbling up in her libido since being transformed, and now she was finally able to go all-out. He knew he couldn't let her down. "Wh... What are you gonna do? Torture me?? I-I don't care if you used to be a human, I won't tell you anything! No matter what you do to me!"

The cat tsk-tsk'd at her scrumptious prey. "Oh, sweet human. Torture is merely what you make of it."

Without warning, she pressed her paw onto the human's groin and massaged it thoroughly, from the balls to the shaft. Hunter groaned a little at that. _Wait, shit! This feels good but remember what Wyler told you. This role is about resistance. Don't blow your load too early._The human decidedly squirmed at her touch. "Wait-- G-Get off me, you beast!"

With that, the feline took her crop and smacked it against his bare ass cheek. The human yelped at the sudden thwack! "That's_Mistress_ to you, pet. And good pets don't talk to their Mistresses like that."

"Fuck you! I'm not your pet!" Hunter then flinched, in and out of character, half expecting Julie to react with another smack of the crop. Instead, after a tense pause, she just laughed again.

"Ooohh, you're going to be fun to break, pet." She stepped away from the X-cross to sift through her racks and drawers of sex toys and torture implements. Hunter sweated, seeing her eye up a variety of devices he hadn't already approved with her pre-shoot. Hang on, she never said anything about these things! What am I even looking at? he thought as Julie lingered around chain whips, buttplugs, and dildos of every shape, size, and species mold. Pete glided his camera over the rack, giving each device a nice close-up as he followed Julie's tracing paw.

Hunter took deep breaths to calm himself. Don't worry, Julie knows what she's doing. She gave you a safeword, you can cut at any time. Not every shoot needs to be done in one long take. If she goes too far, you can just say Pumpkin. Outside the set, Jeremiah leaned closer in his seat, now intrigued with what will happen to the human next. Kiera, meanwhile, was stifling heavy breaths watching her girlfriend completely own this domme role. Doe eyed the skunk carefully, her own mind filling with dirty thoughts to help contribute to the film.

The siamese cat purred as she deliberated what to use on her captive human. "Humans are such dull instruments. One of the things I remember of my old life were the shows, fictional and non-fictional, detailing torture interrogation. It's all so... primitive, looking back on it now. I find that you can squeeze information out of someone through much more... fun means." The feline stopped at a strange looking sleeve of some kind, a sort of sock for your cock but with a tiny battery-powered device attached. She finally picked it up, licking up her lips and fangs hungrily.

Hunter had no idea what he was looking at, but he trusted Julie. In a slow and teasing pace, the cat padded toward her human claim and gently cupped his dick in her paws. "Wh-What are you doing?!" the human convincingly yelled.

"Hold still, human. We don't want anything bad to happen to your precious tool, do we?" the cat said breathily, nuzzling her furry muzzle against his strapped chest as she slipped his cock through the sleeve. Her purr being pressed against his body brought waves of undulations into the human's body. Even outside of character, Hunter's resolve weakened, melting in her massaging touch, feeling every fibre of soft fur brush his skin, her pointed, silken ears folding and swiping his nipples, almost tickling them like a feather duster.

His dick gradually stood up, just enough to fully fit the sleeve. With that, Julie went for the kill.

She tightened the strap around it, keeping it wrapped snug around his circumcised member. "H-Hey!" he yelled shakily, still thoroughly shaken from the feline's touch. "What is this?! What did you put on me?!"

The feline reached for a drawer below the toy rack and pulled out a remote control device with a single large button on it. "I like to give my subjects a fighting chance. After all, you're such a strong,virile human. It wouldn't be fair to leave you in such a one-sided situation. You deserve to show me how worthy you truly are of being my pet." With that, she held the button down with her clawed thumb, causing a series of magnetic beads inside the sleeve to massage, press, and squeeze the cock wrapped around it.

"Nnnaaagh! Mmmmfffffooouuuccgghh..." The human could hardly stifle the low, pleasured, guttural groans that were forced out of his throat, betraying his resistance and melting his resolve.

The cat smiled at the moaning human being molded before her. After letting go of the button, the human panted in exhaustion. "Let's play a game, dear pet. I just gave you a free round. The next time I press this button and you moan like a little whore, I'll--" She suddenly cracked her riding crop against a wooden column. "--discipline you like the slut that you are, and I won't stop until you beg me properly... by addressing me as your Mistress."

Hunter's jaw was on the floor at what he was hearing. He had no idea Julie could be so dominating and powerful. Even with how he felt about fulfilling Julie's fantasy and their earlier tries with the toys, he never thought he would feel so horny just hearing her order him around like a... well, pet.

Julie smirked at the sight of Hunter's cock raising, happy to see her scenario was working on the malleable little human. "If you manage to make minimal noise for the next ten minutes, I'll let you go. Back to your human world. And I'll be sure to spare you when I convert your feeble masses, out of respect." Hunter's cock twitched once more. Julie saw it and smiled to herself. The trap was nearly set. "But if you do moan... or gasp... or even so much as drool... you_will_ experience pain, and you will call me Mistress like the pet that you are. And you know what else pets do? Good pets follow Mistress's orders. Good pets answer Mistress's call. And good pets? Heh, they want to make more good pets for Mistress to play with... Do you understand?"

Hunter was at a loss. He knew at some point he had to be broken down, it was part of the script. But now a part of him wondered... how long could he actually resist Julie's game? What exactly are his limits? Somewhere in the back of his mind, Hunter knew his Mistress would find out for him. Oh. He called her Mistress again. He took a long whiff, catching the distinct scent of Julie's moistening clit. Her heat was already calling to him, urging him to lose himself to the role. As he nodded to her, he took the plunge.

Julie let out her fanged grin at her pet, already able to smell a broken bitch. "Good. You get three strikes, and you're out. Don't disappoint me, pet." And with that, she held up her remote and pressed the button down as hard as she could.

The pleasure hit Hunter like a tidal wave, careening his body into unknown depths. The human grunted, stifling his moans as best as he could, even as his pelvis lightly thrusted at the sensations being forced on his cock. Part of him slipped into the role, actively resisting Mistress's advances. But a deeper, truer part of his soul wanted to show Mistress what a bad boy he was. Bad boys got punished. Bad boys swore fealty to Mistress. He couldn't just moan like a bitch at second one. He had to show her. Show her just how much punishment he needed.

Mistress grinned at how much the human before her struggled to resist. Just as Hunter slipped completely into the role, so had she. Now she was waiting for her pet to slip up, waiting to make him completely her's. She took a long sniff in the air and detected a salty tinge. Looking down, she saw the faintest traces of pre leaking from the human's cock. Pitiful human, she thought in-character. You were mine the moment you set foot in this world.

Hunter gripped the chains around his wrists tightly. He could already feel himself slipping, succumbing to the bombardment of pleasure assaulting his cock. Time lost meaning to the poor human. Mistress said she'd give him ten minutes, but it already felt like he'd been holding his own for an hour. Sweat pooled down the back of his neck. He had to show her. He had to show her just how strong humans are. That he wouldn't just roll over and--

Roll over. Like a... Like a good boy.

"Rrf," the human barely squeaked out. It was enough to incur Mistress's wrath.

Without warning, the feline raised the riding crop and swung sharply against his ass cheek, causing him to finally let out a series of loud moans. "Bad!" the cat yelled between further strikes of her crop. "Bad pet! Bad!"

"Graaagh! Nnnuuuuhhgh! Ah! Ah! Agh! Fnnnaah!!"

"I can't hear you, you useless fucktoy!"

"Nnngh! Please!"

"Please--" She struck him again. "--who?"

"Please!.... Mistress!"

The Mistress stayed her hand, slinging the crop back on her waist as she leaned in to whisper in the human's ear, "Strike one, pet." And with just that to warn him, she took out the remote and held the button again.

This time, the magnetic beads vibrated as they massaged his cock, hitting him harder with delicious sensations! The human nearly blew his load before gritting his teeth, grinding them together. Already, he could feel some of them sharpening into fangs. Shit, am I losing already? Hunter thought. Fuck, she's good. I can't -- ngh -- can't just give up so easily. This has to be the best damn porn I can muster. For Julie. For Rudd. For the entire studio. Show that fucking bull who's boss.

By now, Hunter was completely edging, right on the precipice of coming loudly and proudly. It took every ounce of strength to hold himself back, every molecule of restraint in his body to keep from early release. Hunter tried to return to character. You hold humanity's fate in your hands, he reminded himself. This depraved feline wants to convert every human she sees into horny... nngh, horny fucking beasts like her. We don't want that, right? Right??

It hardly worked. He was already getting caught in the fantasy Julie had created. He fucking adored being transformed last time, made into a mewling slut. He wanted-- no, craved for it to happen again. And now this idea of transforming other humans into depraved beasts? Fuck, he hated to admit it, but maybe Julie was onto something there.

This had to be what she felt all these years. This urge to spread the divine gift of change. Like a virus, a memetic plague, a monsoon of animal juices. She held it in all this time, and was only now letting it all out on him. Hunter bore the weight of years of pent-up transformative horny on his lone back, the scent from her wafting pussy only further weakening his mental walls. Of course he'd crack eventually. He had only a fraction of the experience with this urge his Mistress had. This was her playground. He was just a pawn. A loose, sloppy paw--

"Graaaghhh!" Cum backsplashed against the vibrating cocksleeve, leaking down the open end and down his shaft. The glint of Mistress's sharp teeth shined in the house lights.

"SLUT PET!" she yelled as she unlatched the leather flog from her belt and whipped it at his rear! "Admit it!" Flogck! "You want this!" Fwock! "You crave your Mistress!" Fwogk!"Say it!"

Each strip of leather left pocks of red on his bare flesh, singing in his nerves like an opera soloist. The feeling of pain right after cumming cracked something in the human's head. Each whip of the flog was delectable, desirable, ascendant. So magnificent, in fact, that he could hardly bear anymore! He could already feel himself coming again, so soon after before. If he didn't stop now, he'd be gone already!

"Aaah! Ah! Stop, Mistress! I'm begging you! I'll be good! I'll be goooood!"

With a satisfied smile, Mistress relatched the flog to her belt and leaned in to glide her sandpaper tongue over the back of his neck. The human shivered at her rough touch. "Two strikes, pet. Bottom of the ninth." She got up and loosened the chains on his wrists, allowing the human to collapse to his quivering knees. Julie leaned down to the human's eye level.

"We can end this early, if you want," teased the feline. "Just admit it. How much you crave my fur, my claws, my juicy pussy." Looking down, she saw brown fur begin to line the back of his legs, his toenails darkening to the color of claws. "Well, would you look at the progress we're making... You know I've already won, pet. Your rapturous change is already beginning. You can't stop it now. All that's left is to let it wash over you. What do you say?"

The human cringed as he looked the cat in her wide, blue eyes. "Never," he huffed. The feline smiled, expecting nothing less of her dutiful pet.

"Very well." She reached for the remote and held the button down a third and final time.

The human writhed in his weakened state, his mental walls of fortitude already sufficiently broken down. He could feel the fur spreading through his legs, his own feet broadening and puffing into proper paws. It grew hard to think as he was assaulted with conflicting sensations, of fur growing over his flesh crashing against the vibrating device wrapped around his cock. Even though he knew he was acting a part, it still felt like the conflation of sensations were forcing his mind to associate transformation with pleasure. Filmmaking or not, the cat truly was rewiring his brain, genuinely playing the dominatrix warping his mind into a human defector, a soldier for the anthro cause.

He loved it.

Hunter knew deep down he had lost to his wonderful Mistress. Not even because he felt his character would be broken by now, but by how little his character had eroded. As the sensations and sexual torture became more and more genuine, the line between actor and character blurred. Unlike before, during his transformation into a lady bunny, where his original human character was merely a proxy for his own real transformation, there was now a layer of proper fiction muddying the waters in his brain. When Doe called Hunter her little bunny and told her to forget her humanity, she was inviting Terry, the human underneath, to take the plunge themselves. Now, Julie was deep in the throes of a character that represented all her innermost filthy desires, and she didn't want Terry Slate or even Hunter Prey to devolve to her level. You were either always meant to be her pet or you were nothing.

It was getting harder and harder to remember what his original motivation was. In character, out of character, whatever the fuck. He craved her power, wanting, begging to be changed by the seductive feline, to spread her corruptive miasma to every human and show them what they've been missing, just like he once had been. Every reminder that he was in a scene came up blank. He knew he was resisting for some reason, but that reason was long lost to the tides of sensation flooding his membrane.

Looking down, he saw the fur had crept up to his waist, chocolate brown in color, but far from the soft fluffiness he had in his time as a bunny. This fur was coarse, long, scraggly and matted from the gallons of sweat clumping it up. This wasn't the hide of a soft little pet but an untamed beast. The only thing below his waist that was still human was his cock, but he could already see it wouldn't be for long. Already, a layer of fur was pushing up between the mechanical sleeve and his flesh, a true sheathe that only covered a fifth of his erect phallus. His tool gorged, growing in thickness, squeezing within the now tightened sleeve around it. The magnetic beads almost malfunctioned, their vibration getting stronger and rougher as the cock they were pleasuring nearly suffocated in their grasp.

Julie's eyes were as wide as they've ever been watching the human change. This was it. It was really happening. She was living out her darkest, most twisted transformative fantasies, and they managed to create a beast she hadn't gotten to pleasure herself with since her initial transformation. As she gained notoriety as a porn actress, the siamese cat was typecast in lots of dyke rut flicks. She didn't mind, having a girlfriend herself, and she even got to experience plenty of cock from all the trans and herm actresses she got to work with, Doe included. Now, however, she was creating a truly _male_being, a monster that would soon be guided by the throb of their cock and nothing else. She licked her split lips deeply, forgetting her own role while awaiting a meal she had long been craving.

"Rrrrgghh!" Hunter finally snarled, already beginning to feel his insides twist. His Mistress smiled as her pet gave in. She brought out the barbed-wire flog and stepped behind the human's now furred ass. The feline could tell the hide had toughened up. And even without the new coat, the human's once lanky frame had thickened, muscles starting to ripple and strain at the chains and bindings keeping him down. Mistress knew she would need a more heavy duty instrument. Perhaps the barbed-wire flog would do. With that in mind, she raised it up and _swiped_down as hard as possible, causing the human to roar so loudly his skull pushed out and stretched his skin into a proto-muzzle.

Jeremiah leapt back at his seat at the sight of the transformation. Seeing the footage from the last shoot was one thing, but seeing it in person? He could hardly believe what he was seeing, heart almost racing at what was happening on set. Wyler smiled to himself, knowing he finally had the bull by the balls.

"You're mine, pet." Mistress commanded before raising her flog and whipping him again. Her pet responded only with another snarl, each strike of the barbed wire only accelerating the changes. "You lost." WHIP!"Game over." THWACK! "Beg your Mistress like the slut you are!" She whipped harder, watching the fur crawl further up his body, thickening his human digits into the leathery foundation of proper paw pads clinging to the metal chains binding him. But still he didn't bow to his Mistress. She whipped his toughening hide harder and harder with each strike, and all that came out were bestial snarls and grunts, his nose turning dark and wet while he grit his growing fangs together.

"You think you're so tough, resisting your Mistress?" She continued while putting her barbed flog away and pulling the cat-of-nine-tails off the torture rack. "Look at yourself. Look at what you've become." She swung down and lashed his furred back, almost expecting a safeword to finally come out. He merely snarled in response. His Mistress smiled. "I have molded you. Reshaped you." She struck again, bringing out a feral roar from her pet. "You can kiss your humanity goodbye. I've already won." With confident dominance, she struck his back a final time...

...and out came a cross between a roar and a sensual moan. Her ears perked at the sound, lips curling into a twisted state of glee.

"Unless..." Eyes lit with the wild fervor of a mad scientist discovering a new element, she put the whip away and flexed her claws out of her fingertips. "Unless you love being punished, you little whore." The feline dug her claws into the changing beast's right shoulder, and her fangs into his left. A low, guttural groan slid out of his throat, finally showing submissive deference to his new Mistress. She slipped her fangs out of the furring shoulder. "Ooohh, that's it. That's a good toy," she murmured as she gently scritched the beast's shifting headfur. "You fucking love this, don't you. Yes, you dooo..."

The human's ears rounded into little semi-circles, shifting to the top of his head as fur finally began to swallow up his new muzzle, revealing the countenance of a mighty grizzly bear. The color in his eyes dimmed from blue-green to a dull hazel-- the eyes of a dumb, powerful yet submissive beast.

Stud finally unzipped his pants in the chair, realizing he got to watch the scrawny human he just teased become an ursine adonis. Doe and Kiera also flushed in arousal at Hunter's newly transformed state, not expecting such a masculine departure from his first transformation. "Fuck, I love her so much," Kiera whispered, witnessing the raw power her girlfriend held over the powerful bear.

Mistress continued petting her new beast. "Thaaat's it. You're mine now, my pet. You're gonna change so many humans, yes you are. Yes you are." The bear groaned at the thought incepted by his Mistress, his new ursine cock finally growing to its proper size and SNAPPING the cocksleeve in half, metal beads spilling onto the set's hardwood floor like pearls from a broken necklace. Mistress cupped the phallus in her paw, feeling it pulse in her pads. She massaged it gently, teasing her new pet, showing him she held his fate in her paws just as she controlled his ability to--

"Cum," she ordered, digging her claws into the area of the groin around his dick and balls.

The mighty grizzly bellowed out a room-filling _ ROOOOOOAAAAAR _ as ropes upon ropes of ursine seed erupted, ejecting all traces of humanity from the horny beast.

"Mmmoohh," Stud let out, ashamedly stifling his moo so the mics wouldn't pick it up. Wyler and Doe shared a knowing glance across the set. Studio saved.

"That's a good pet," the feline said, smiling as she stood back up on her stilettos and returned to the toy rack. It was then that she noticed how wet her legs were, how much she had leaked from just completing the first part of her fantasy. Julie swayed her tail to subtly wave the scent away. She had to stick to her role as a dominatrix. Don't show an ounce of weakness to her new pet.

Now at the toy rack, the cat pulled out her next instrument: a leash and a spiked collar, deserving of a powerful pet like her new teddy bear. With gentle movements, Mistress wrapped the collar around the chained and kneeling bear. Before she could latch it, the beast leaned down, startling the feline with his sudden movement. She relaxed, however, when she saw that her bear was now licking the cum off his own cock, cleaning his groin like a simple animal.

Jeez, Hunter, Julie thought outside of character. Either that's real dedication to the role or I really did a number on ya. That last thought echoed in her mind. She didn't break her costar, did she? The cat doubted it. It almost seemed that way when Doe transformed him into a little bunny last time, but by the end he was fine. That said, he never acted so... feral, last time.

She turned to find Pete aiming his camera at the two. That's right. Silly thoughts like that can wait. This is your scenario, Julie. Stick to the script. Let Hunter have his fun. While the bear was distracted lapping up his cock, Mistress leaned down to wrap the collar around his neck again. With slow, careful movements, she buckled it snugly and latched the leather leash on the metal ring. Now that her pet was properly bound, she leaned back up to release the chains binding him to the X-cross.

With a sudden jerk of the leash, Mistress yanked the bear off his groin, forcing him to face her. He growled a little, but hung his head in deference to his Mistress. "You've proven yourself worthy, pet. Now you can service Mistress properly." The feline pulled at the leash again, leading the anthro bear to a small bed at the corner of the room. The ursine crawled atop the sheeted mattress on his hands and knees. Again, like a feral. Mistress cooed at how much dedication her pet was showing. She was going to have fun with him.

"Lie on your back, pet." The bear simply sniffed at the sheets, huffing up the scents of prior users. Mistress retaliated with a quick _CRACK_on his stubby tail from the riding crop. "Now, pet!" Her pet grunted before finally climbing up the bed and lying on his back. "Arms up. Legs spread." The pet obeyed, spreading his limbs like a Vitruvian Bear. With her pet in place, Mistress took out some leather straps and tied the grizzly bear tightly to the bedframe, first with his furred wrists, and then the ankles of his massive footpaws. Her pet was now spread eagle on the bed.

"Veeerrry good," she purred devilishly. Popping her stilettos off, the feline climbed up the bed and on top of her pet's chest to sit on his muscular pectorals. Her quivering muff was now face-to-face with the bear's large muzzle. "Clean me, pet. Show Mistress how much you care for her." The ursine didn't even hesitate before leaning forward and digging his long, thick tongue into her inner walls.

An electric surge shot up the feline, immediately awash in delightful servicing. Her pet was so good, so obedient, lapping up her pussy folds and their delicious secretions with the eagerness and veracity he already displayed with his own cock. The Mistress scooched forward to press her cunt right up against the bear's muzzle, letting his nose almost submerge itself into her cavernous vent. He wasn't just licking her to completion, but properly muzzlefucking her.

Julie forgot for a moment that she was supposed to be Mistress, having never felt anything so heavenly. Memories of her transformation years ago resurfaced in her mind. All the ways her mind had awakened when the previously dysphoric human male had his cock sucked by the beautiful skunk that would later become her girlfriend. The love of her life, lapping away at her girldick until it shrunk like a lollipop, little by little, and only a wet, juicy cunt remained.

She remembered the forming of her tail and her breasts. How both her chest and buttocks pushed out, completing her journey into both womanhood and felinity. Kiera's tongue swiveled around her growing areola as her furred digits dug into her new pussy, breathing life into what was once a sad, lonely human; not just transformed, but completely reborn.

As happy as she was to now be a beautiful female kitten, Julie had been chasing that divine feeling for the rest of her anthro life, even becoming a porn actress to seek out all the kinds of pleasure her new body could discover. She was utterly fulfilled, whether it was on set with her latest anthro costar, or back home with her lovely skunk of a girlfriend. Yet still, she craved more. There was always after the happily-ever-after, and for as long as she'd been an anthro, she waited for something to rock her world as hard as her initial transformation.

Her fantasies ran wild. She became so obsessed with transformation fetish that she searched online for someone, anyone who shared her interest. While most everyone was dismissive, she eventually discovered the story of Allison Frost, the arctic fox who claimed to be a former human as well. Upon starting a correspondence with her, the two ex-humans discovered themselves kindred spirits, writing pages upon pages of transformation smut online together and envisioning the wildest scenarios-- scenarios that Julie even got Kiera to act out in the bedroom with her to spice up their evenings.

Now, all her years of chasing that first high had finally come to fruition. She had just changed a human into an obedient beast who could barely think for himself. It was everything she and Allison dreamed about, finally able to share the gift that she had been given ages ago. As Hunter dug his tongue into her walls, Julie felt that spark once more, and rediscovered anew just how much she loved anthros. Becoming one, being one, being with one, and now, turning one.

Breaking character for a brief moment, she turned to face Kiera beyond the camera. The skunk was watching her with in raptured attention, fingering herself like mad as their eyes finally met. Julie's absolute love for the skunk that changed her nearly brought tears to her eyes. She almost wished she could join her up on set, share with her the power and joy of transformation--

"Gotcha..."

Julie's ears flicked at the low voice under her. Before she could turn to see who said it, she felt a powerful bump nearly buck her out from atop her pet. She shook her head and focused her vision, only to find that Hunter had broken off one of the leather straps binding his arms to the bedframe. Her heart raced. The beast underneath her growled ravenously as his other arm and both legs further strained against the straps, breaking free from the chains she bound her with.

Breaking out of her confusion, the feline returned to her role as Mistress. "Pet, stop! Bad pet! Bad!" She scrambled to her belt to unlatch her riding crop. With the crop now in paw, she swung down at the bear to discipline him properly for misbehaving--

Instead, the bear caught the crop in his enormous paw, gripping it tightly and overpowering the feline. The crew behind the camera stood stunned, unsure whether to cut or intervene. Wyler's heart raced, deliberating for a moment. "Shit," the canine finally uttered. "I gotta stop this. CU--"

Before he could yell Cut!, Jeremiah raised his hoofed hand up at the canine. "Yell cut, and you're fired, pup," the bull said commandingly, his own bovine cock standing in attention as the scene dynamic changed.

Hunter squeezed hard enough on the crop that it splintered apart in his clawed grip. Julie gasped as the bear grabbed her hips and spun themselves around, throwing the feline against the bed and holding her arms down with his meaty, muscular arms. "You're mine now.Pet," Hunter growled with pure hunger.

Julie's throat sunk to her chest, realizing she had played into the bear's trap. He must've planned this from the start of his change, wanting to dominate me the second he felt a taste of this power. Every part of her feline instincts told her to be terrified, that perhaps this scenario had gotten out of hand and she could possibly get hurt.

But she couldn't run. In fact, her pussy soaked the sheets with how wet she was at the prospect. She had been so focused on gifting change to her subject, she forgot the subject's own ecstasy of change, the very thing that shaped her from the other side. Hunter was now feeling that ecstasy. She felt obligated... no, not obligated. She _wanted_to help him through this magical moment.

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Hunter's mind was assaulted with powerful instincts the second he succumbed to the change. The bunny heat was one thing, something he could only surrender and melt into without choice, a submissive call to _be_bred. Now? This was something else entirely. Not a call, an _order._To breed, to dominate, to claim, to own. It was a pure sexual hunger, a little voice in his head prodding at every weakpoint in his mental fortitude.

_Claim the bitch. Rut her. Breed her. Show her who the Master really is. Shove your cock in her mouth. Let her taste true power._Hunter had no idea bears were this aggro. Well, that was only half-true. He had taken a few camping trips with his father as a young kid, and they'd seen a black bear guiding its cubs down a river. He was a scared little boy, worried the beasts would eat them, but his father calmed him, informing him that black bears were typically less aggressive as long as you stayed still.

He was certainly no black bear now. The voice of the grizzly laid waste to his mind, instinct upon instinct struggling for control of his body. Hunger. Fucking. Honey. Breeding. Lick. Protect. Cub. Female. Breed. Sow. Seed. In the flood of words and images overtaking his mental faculties, it was the need to breed that was winning the war. This was the exact opposite of bunnydom, where you sat there and let a male (or herm) ream you full of cock. Now _he_would do the reaming. He was the daddy bear, the protector of the forest, the alpha.

Alpha?_He thought. Do bears even have an alpha mentality? Fuck, maybe he was just turned into a particularly horny-afflicted ursine. Either way, he had to find a way to tamp down these instincts. He could already feel his cock twitching every time Julie so much as touched his fur, and don't even get him started on the delicious pain she was serving. This was Julie's fantasy he wanted to make come true. She wrote herself to be the domme of the shoot. He can't just invade that fantasy, swinging his massive dick around like a... _an alpha. Powerful and strong. Showing the entire set what a real man was.

_Mmm, maybe I can fuck the entire crew, turn them into my personal harem. They'll worship my cock, call me daddy-- hell, I'll turn the bull into my own personal toy. Thinks he's a bigshot with those fucking horns. I hunt his kind for breakfast. Yeah, let's see how he likes to be bossed around by a real alpha bear. I'll run this entire studio out from under him, and every film will be about sucking my ursine dick and pleasing the alph-- _

Julie tugged at his neck. Hunter was awoken from his feral stupor, realizing he had a leash and a collar around him. Fuck, that was close, he thought. Thank god Julie's a good Mistress or I'd have lost it. This is getting to be too much. How do I-- the safeword! Just say 'pumpkin' and you'll get Wyler to yell cut.

_ But you only yell out the safeword when she's the one going too far. _

Hunter groaned, feeling his instincts fighting him. That's not true, and you know it! Julie said it's a two-way street.

_ Oh, what does Julie know? She doesn't know what she wants. _

Lemme guess, to be dom--

_ Dominated by a true alpha. Made into the mewling kitten she craves being. _

Listen here, this is Julie's scenario. Just sit back and let her complete her fantasy. Look, look! She's tying us to the bed. That's right, try fighting back Mistress now!

_ You know we can break those straps easily. We hold true power. _

Maybe, but as long as I'm around, you won't be able to use that power. Mmmff, now she's got her cunt in our face. Oohh, yeah, this is good. Submitting to Mistress feels good. Right, even.

_ You know what your Mistress truly wants. _

Shut up, I've got my tongue in her.

_ She desires change. Transformation. That's why she blessed us with this ursine gift. _

Well, at least we agree on something. Now, shut up, I'm trying to concentrate.

_ But we can give her true change. _

Heh, the hell do you mean by that?

_ Think about it. She wants to capture the same high she felt when she was claimed by that rodent girl. _

Skunk.

_ You know who I mean. I'm saying: you, her, the crew, all got it backwards. Look. Look up at your Mistress. _

Hunter looked up while keeping his tongue firmly lodged in Mistress's pussy. He could see her turning to stare at Kiera from across the studio. There was longing in her eyes, a yearning to have the love of her life by her side for this magnificent moment. And Kiera looked positively hungry to be included too.

Y-You're right. She's... she's not even attributing this pleasure to me!

_ Yes, yes! You see now? She had her fill, changing us. We've already serviced her plenty. Now it's she who hungers. Smell her. Taste her,really taste her. _

Hunter closed his eyes as he continued sucking on her pussy juices, really focusing on the flavors and scents. Images and feelings danced through his darkened nose. He hated to admit it, but his instinct was right.

She is hungry.

_ That's it. You want to please your Mistress, dont' you. _

_I... I do... _

_ Then show her. Show her there is more than one way to be transformed. Make her your mewling whore. _

_ Yeah... Yeah, she wants this cock... _

_ Share the gift of change right back at her. Remind her to never take this feeling for granted. _

_ I want to... claim her... Fill her full of seed... If only she were a delicious she-bear, I would breed her full of my young. _

_ Fuck, yes. Claim her in front of her rodent mate. _

_ Yes, yes! Show her how to really treat a kitten right. _

_ In front of that bastard of a bull! _

_ Fuck him! I own this studio now. I'm their biggest star, and he knows it! I'll claim him later! _

_ That's it, show _ him** what true change means too.**

_ I feel... so powerful! _

_ Thank your Mistress properly, for gifting a poor, weak human like you such majesty. _

_ Yes... Thank her... I'll thank her good. _

Ursine pride and lust filled the new bear, succumbing to the change Mistress gifted him. With every ounce of his newfound strength, he lunged his arm out and ripped open the strap tying him to the bed. As Mistress was shaken out of her stupor, he proceeded to free the rest of his limbs.

"Pet, stop! Bad pet! Bad!" She swung her riding crop at her pet, only to have it be caught in his paw. He leaned up, overpowering his Mistress until he was the one looming over her. Quickly, he grabbed her and forced her onto the bed.

"You're mine now. Pet." Hunter waited. Waited for the possibility that his new instincts may have lead him astray, for Julie to yell out 'Pumpkin!' and call the shoot.

The moment never came. "I... I'm yours..." the feline whimpered. Deep down, the bear was unsurprised at her newfound submission. They were kindred spirits in transformation, after all. He knew what to tap into, knew what a horny ex-human wanted more than anything. His pet was simply glad to be given permission to succumb even further.

The crew's jaws fell to the floor at what they were witnessing. Kiera gushed in her panties, her overwhelming scent shaking Doe out of her stunned silence next to her.

"You crave change?" the bear growled. "I'll mold you just as you molded me."

"Nyaah! Oh, yes!"

"Turn you into my slave, turn all your pets into my personal harem."

"Nnnyes! Mrow, yes!"

Hunter forced his massive cock into her dripping feline pussy, pumping her full of ursine sperm. "You'll be my anthro soldier. I'll make you convert your friends, your loved ones..."

"Mraahah! Of course, Master! I'll do -- AH! -- anything you say!"

"Then take my seed, pet."

"Mrrrr, yes, of course~"

Hunter continued to pump Julie full of cock, making her mewl and purr like the slut she was. She truly gifted him the power of change, as he had now turned his Mistress into his personal pet, reignited her flame further to meld with his to create a powerful forest fire of lust and passion. Pete used his camera to capture it all, zooming in on his cock entering her vent, thrusting and filling her with seed. The gaffer lowered the boom to get every moan and pant from them both. This, right here, was fucking movie magic.

Kiera panted, her paw jerking up and down as she fingered herself harder at the display. The skunk had trouble with such movements in her short-shorts, so she lowered them completely, letting her cunt hang out on the set. Doe had her eyes on Kiera just as much as Hunter and Julie.

"Hey," the deer whispered in the skunk's ear. "You said you wanted to make the same leaps your girlfriend makes every day?"

"Y-Yes," Kiera panted. "More than anything."

Doe smiled wickedly and pulled the horny skunk away, behind the rest of the crewmates while they were distracted, glued to what was happening on the set.

"Wh-What're you doing?" the skunk stammered as Doe led her to the costume rack. The cervine perused through the spare costumes for something fitting. She licked her lips at a similar, if more primitive, dominatrix outfit, fashioned out of black silk and latex instead of leather.

"Put this on," the doe said as she pushed the outfit on the confused skunk.

"The fuck--?"

"You trust me, Kiera?" Doe smiled at her black-and-white friend. Kiera paused for a moment, wondering if she should follow the doe to whatever naughty idea she had in mind.

Hunter thrusted faster into Julie, making her bounce on the bed. "Master, hit me!" The bear looked down at her, surprised by the statement. "I deserve to be punished. I didn't know you were my true master. I've been baaaad!" Hunter smiled across his muzzle and took the leather flog from her waist latch.

He_smacked_ it against her hip, right beside her buttock cheek!

Julie meowed, as if reminded of the joys of being a feline. "Mrow, that's it. Harder. Harderrr!" Hunter flogged her again. And again. And again. Each time the cat mewled louder and louder, going completely feral. "Mrrrowster, yes! Make me forget! Forget I was ever human! Fuck my brains 'til nothing but kitty cat remains!"

"Grrrr, yes, pet," the bear said with a ravenous growl. "You won't even know why you came here."

"Mrrrr, I'll came, alright. Came, come, crrm, mrrrr, mmmeow~" The feline went full bimbo, hoping that forgetting how to speak good would be the first step in forsaking her humanity. It felt so right, so completely fulfilling to give in to her new role, all for one of the only beings in the universe who had gone what she had gone through.

Hunter continued thrusting, flogging the feline any time she used human language. He'd make her his pet. A personal kitten to purr and lay on his lap like a good housepet. The bear roared, surrounding her every sense full of bestial energy. She'll become as insatiable a creature as him. He'll be the one to show her there's always to _become_after you think you're done becoming.

"Nyah! Nnah! Mrrah! Harder!" Julie moaned and mewled as much as her pretty kitty throat was capable of. The cock squelched and jostled inside her, lubricated by her intense heat and need to be changed further. She wanted, no, craved the bear's cock. To fuck her into mindless whoredom, to release her of any trace of humanity left in her. If only she could drag Kiera down this bear hole, reverse the gift of change onto the skunk just as this bear had done for her. Just as they will do for every human, engulfing them all in irresistible change with their scent alone. Yes, all will feel this pleasure some day. The cat rang that thought like a bell in her head. It was gospel. Nirvana. Master. Beautiful, sweet master.

"Grrr, almost!" the bear snarled, foamed spittle escaping his fanged jaws.

"Nyah! Gonna...! I'm gonna...! Nyaah! Mrew! Mrooooww!!!"

" GRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!"

"Mrooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwll!!"

With shared roars to the ceiling, they came as one, the both of them changed for the better. His seed coated her walls, marking her with this experience eternally. The bear and cat panted, spent in pleasure yet still hungering, _craving_for more. All they could do was bask in their unified bliss. Julie had finally recaptured the same transformative high she felt when she first changed. Hunter smiled with satisfaction, feeling worthier than ever of his newfound place in the universe now that he had tasted the power that was changing and dominating someone else. Together, they were complete.

Wyler didn't know whether to yell cut or to keep it rolling. This was already pure gold, but just what else could these two do when left to their own twisted devices.

"Wait, no, I change my mind--!"

"Just go, Kiera, you got this!"

From the other side of the set, a now latex-and-silk-clad Kiera was pushed through the dungeon doorway by a mischievous deer. Pete jerked his camera out to the doorway, as surprised to see the skunk as the skunk was of being here.

Wyler and Stud stood in attention, unable to believe what was happening. The rottweiler turned to Doe in the corner. Doe grinned and lifted her hoof-tipped finger over her lips, teasing her director with a sly_sssshhhhhh_.

Hunter and Julie turned to find the skunk in their midst, both still thoroughly engrossed in their heat and characters. Kiera, completely inexperienced in front of a camera, fumbled with what line to improvise. "Wh-What have you... done to my pet!" It was the most genuine thing she could think of. She hadn't seen Julie this pleasured outside of their bedroom, even on the hundreds of other shoots she accompanied her on. She was almost jealous the bear had shown her kitten what she showed her years ago when she first transformed her.

Hunter padded up to the skunk, sniffing her up from every angle as he circled her like a predator toying with its prey. "Who are you...?"

Kiera opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. Thankfully, Julie filled it in for her. "Mrrr, Mistress~!" the cat yelled from the bed. Hunter and Kiera turned to her. "She... She was the first to change me. She blessed me with this wonderful form~"

Hunter smiled, his head already filling with ideas. "Is that so..." Without warning, he grasped her paw and led her to the bed to reunite with her girlfriend. Kiera finally got to see her girlfriend up close, completely reduced to a meowing, purring, cum-filled slut. "Would you like to show your former Mistress who you truly are now?"

"Mmmm, of course, Master~" Julie crawled up to the skunk, nuzzling up to her arm like a common housepet. Kiera was now put on the spot. Fuck, how does Julie do this every day? She had to think fast. What was my character again? Oh, duh, no shit. Look at what I'm wearing. Okay. Julie imbued this scenario with our history. This is clearly personal for her. Maybe I can remind her of our first time together.

"Baby, baby, what's gotten into you," she said with as much smoothness as she could muster. "Are you okay?"

"Mrrow, better than okay. Master reminded me of the wonders of being changed." Hunter smirked from the side, proud to see his former Mistress properly his now.

"I don't understand, babe. Don't I do that for you, every night?"

"Mew, of course, Mistress~ But there was still more. Something else my Master has now awakened me to~"

"Oh, r-really? What's that?"

"How to change you."

Kiera's eyes widened. Huh--?

Hunter held the skunk in place, his beefy muscles grasping her arms and not budging like a statue. Kiera struggled in his grasp, trying to break free. "H-Hey! What's the meaning of this! Y-You're _my_pet! Obey me!" Kiera could hardly believe she had slipped into the role like this. Sure she was surprised but why did she call Julie her pet? Was it... Oh god, was it Julie's pheromones? Fuck, she was getting light-headed, especially as she was unable to move in the bear's tight grasp.

"You molded me, Mistress. And I spent all these years hunting humans, hoping to recreate what you did to me on their ill-fitting forms... When really, what I wanted... Was to recreate it on you."

"M... Me?"

"Yes, yes! It's all I can do to repay you, Mistress! Don't worry, you'll come to love it just as I have~"

"W-W-W-Wait, wait! How do you know this is what I want?"

"How did you know this was what _I_wanted?" Kiera stiffened at that. Was... Was Julie being _real_with her? "You changed me," the feline continued, "Knowing the rumors of what happened to anthros who fucked humans. You changed me because you knew, deep down, that we were all meant to be this way."

Kiera shook her head in confusion. Was she... Was she plummeting into their perverse fiction? Or was what she was saying coming from a place of truth?

"And you take this beautiful form for granted. You live with it every day." Julie inched closer to her bound girlfriend. "Well, allow me to reintroduce you to yourself, Mistress." She wrapped her arms around Kiera's shoulders, pressing their breasts together, causing the skunk to let out a light moan. "Let me remind you why you're a filthy, musky skunk in the first place."

The feline kissed the skunk, long and deeply, digging her tongue into her mouth just as she dug three of her fingers into her striped cunt. Kiera moaned, feeling the same pleasure she always felt when with her pretty kitty. That is, until Hunter joined in, his erect, slimy cock still poking out of his sheath and spearing Kiera's striped back. Kiera was hit with conflicting feelings in her own libido. She trusted her kitty to guide her to pleasure, that much was certain, but Hunter? Maybe while he was a slutty female bunny, but now he was an aggressively male bear. Kiera had been a lesbian her entire life. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't let a male near her unless she was under the throes of a mating season orgy. But these weren't normal circumstances.

Being queer in the anthro world wasn't discriminated against like it was in the human world, but it did put a strain on certain families. That much was apparent when she went to visit her parents last week. Mom and dad were always wondering when she'd bear them some beautiful grandcubs. It was expected in many species to keep breeding new generations, and skunks were no exception. They even tried to hook her up with old high school classmates -- all males, typically -- even after all the times she told them she only wanted Julie to be her long-term mate.

But now, being sandwiched between a strong, musky_male like Hunter and the feline love of her life, she was reminded of her first time meeting Julie as a human. She was an awkward, confused male before. Deep down, she knew she'd be happier as a woman, she could smell her dysphoria from a mile away. It was the only time she really became intimate with a "male" body, only to have it melt away and become the cat she loved so dearly. It was beautiful, soulful, but also unbelievably hot. As she watched Julie attempt to chase this high for years, both in porn and in writing smut with her online friends, she never once thought her pretty kitty's wish to change another human was a projection of her desire to reexperience that first night with _her.

As Julie entwined her tongue with Kiera's, the skunk's thoughts went from 100 to 0, slowing down to realize just what Julie was craving. If this is what her pretty kitty wanted, then by dammit, she'd open herself up to it, both in body _and_mind.

"Wha... What do you want to do with me?" Kiera asked.

Julie grinned her beautiful fanged grin at the skunk. "I want to break you down."

Kiera moaned. Julie continued, "Rebuild you from all your broken pieces into something new."

"Oooh, yes." The skunk shut her eyes, imagining it all for Julie.

"Open your mind to all that remains in your periphery, the regular joys and truths of being a sexy animal."

"Mmmm, open me~" Kiera sounded almost too eager at that. Shit, this was actually getting to her. Maybe... Maybe it would be nice to lose herself to this fiction.

"I'll have my Master stuff you full of cock just like he stuffed me." Kiera moaned. She wasn't normally into guys, but she had been with herm women and trans women before, and they were fantastic_in bed. That and there were a couple male exceptions to her girls-only rule. Hot actors like Idris Elka and Darian Ringtail did the trick when she tried to hide her gayness from her parents as a teen. Not that she ever thought of sleeping with one of them... before, that is. _Hmm, what would it be like now? To have a whole, throbbing cock inside you instead of just one clawed finger, pumping and dumping you, using you like a day-old sock, sitting on your face with their tails around your--

Whoa, what the fuck was that?_she thought. _Is... Is this actually working?

"Mmmm, you feel it, don't you, Mistress? The tides of change ebbing and flowing into your being. Shifting the sands of your soul to make you shallower, looser..." Julie pushed a fourth finger into Kiera's mound, causing her to squeal in a higher pitch than usual. "Malleable," the feline finished, turning her gaze to Hunter and nodding to him.

Hunter nodded back and redirected his cock to spear her puckering tailhole.

"NAAAAAAAAAAHH!" Kiera yelled, jolting in pleasure. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd been stuffed with cock. Now she was being double teamed, stuffed at every end like a skewer.

Julie grasped her black-furred chin and kept her eyes on the prize. "Thaaaat's it. You feel it now. Soon, I'll be the one change you."

"Nahh... Mmmff, change me, Mistress!"

"Yes, mold you as you molded me. I'll return the favor to you tenfold."

"Ooohh, yes~! Yes, Mistress, make me yours!"

"And when you're finally mine to obey my every command..."

"What, Mistress? What? I'll do anything you ask! Anything! Please!"

"...I'll order you to _spray_me."

Kiera's eyes shot open. WHAT?!

"Ohh, yes," the feline continued. "You'll coat me and Master in your musky juices. We'll corner you like a feral rodent on our lawn and you'll spray us in defense. And at that moment, you'll see what an_animal_you are!"

Kiera shuddered. Was this too much? she thought. Skunks were taught from birth to be ashamed of their scent glands. People who were into being sprayed were treated the same as people into scat play: ultimately harmless and valid, but still put as far away from the other, more "socially acceptable" kinks as possible. In skunk circles, horror stories were shared, of furs who went their whole lives with a secret muskbath fetish, waiting for the day a willing and unashamed skunk would let them be sprayed... only to recoil in disgust at the scent, underestimating just how rank it could be. And those skunks that sprayed? They'd cry in their room in embarrassment!

No way in hell did Kiera want to do that, especially on camera, in front of a crew of professional filmmakers, her girlfriends' coworkers! What if Julie reels at the stink and she ruins this immaculate take? What if Hunter is turned off completely, possibly from the entire porn industry? Would she really debase herself like this for... for the love of her life?

Thinking about it like that made her realize how silly this all was. Of course, she would for Julie! She'd go to hell and back for this crazy cat! And not only that, she trusted her, wanted to go down the path of change that promised unknown parts of herself she didn't know existed. She turned back to Hunter and saw he was supporting too, his erection not dulled even a little at the mention of such scandalous play. Kiera closed her eyes, knowing there'd be no turning back after this.

"Y... Yes, Mistress! Make me your pet! Turn me into feral beast! Debase me and ruin me for everyone but you! Wring all the stink out of me like a dirty dish rag! I belong to you, Mistress! De-evolve meeeee!"

Hunter and Julie smiled and nodded to themselves. Finally, the bear and cat dislodged their cock and fingers from Kiera's holes, leaving her a moaning, sticky mess on the bed, fingering herself with reckless abandon. All the while, they went to the rack and got to work setting up the straps and pulleys needed for the ultimate setpiece of this magnificent dungeon set: a leather swing. The ursine used his tall frame to hook it to an imaginary ring in the ceiling, which was actually a cable set up in the studio rafters in case of situations like this. Gently, Hunter and Julie picked the skunk up as she fingered herself and strapped her onto the swing.

Wyler's tale wagged with reckless abandon at this development. "Get in there, Pete!" he directed his cameraboar. "This is the money shot."

With Kiera now suspended in the air, tail to the ceiling, the final scene was nearly set. Julie attached a strap-on to her already equipped dominatrix outfit. Julie stood in front of the skunk while Hunter remained behind.

"Open wiiiiide," Julie commanded. Kiera obeyed, ready to be utterly _used_by the only two people in this world she'd trust.

"Raise your tail, pet," Hunter said with utmost authority. Kiera did so unquestioningly, relaxing her tailhole for another spearing. "Good girl," Hunter said while petting her. Fuck, Kiera hardly even knew this guy, and she was already treating him like an ursine god. Maybe she really had a thing for humans.

Before she could even think on the implications of that, both Hunter and Julie rammed her holes full of cock, creating a swinging spitroast. Every cell in the skunk's body sang in stimulation, freed from gravity and inhibition to be nothing more than a toy! Never could she have imagined the pleasure she experienced in this moment, swinging from end to end, member to member, like a pendulum of love. Kiera was nearly crying at how rapturous this felt. To submit to change, to carnal, instinctual pleasure. This, _this_is what she was missing. At that moment, all her holes were filled.

"Mmmm, Master~?" Julie cooed.

The bear grunted. "Ngh, yeah, pet?"

"Something's missing here..."

"Grrrrgh, I agree."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking~?"

"Way ahead of you, pet."

They both dislodged from the skunk and spinned her 180 degrees, her muzzle now face to face with Hunter's almighty bear cock. Kiera hesitated at first, only to melt upon feeling Julie's silicon phallus in her other end. Gender didn't matter when you were just a filthy, slutty animal!

She guzzled the ursine cock down like her life depended on it. Her face lit up at the salty taste filling her tongue. Who knew guycock would taste so distinct from girldick! The subtler notes were overwhelmed now by pure, unfiltered musk, like taking one of her own sprays raw. Her hole quivered at the sensation, giving herself over to her ultimate fate.

The cock swelled in her mouth, forcing her jaw to open wider and wider. Kiera reached her paws forward to grasp the bear's waist tightly, pushing her muzzle even _deeper_into the cock. Julie obliged, stepping forward to press her strap-on further into her tailhole! Kiera was practically being squeezed between the two horny mammals, rung out to dry like a sweat rag until she was drained of any rationality, any _humanity_as her girlfriend called it.

God, it felt so good to succumb! To not even care about orientation, about personhood, about anything! There was only rutting, rutting, _rutting_like the filthy beast she was! As she squeezed her mouth tighter around the cock in her mouth, Hunter primed himself for his loudest bear roar yet, and Julie her sluttiest meow ever.

"_ RRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRGGHH!!" _

"_ MRROOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!" _

Juices leaked from both Kiera and Julie's cunts just as Hunter released torrent upon torrent of cum into the skunk's mouth. Kiera swallowed and lapped it up, turning into the base, degenerate animal she always was. Hunter pushed her off his dick so she could continue licking up all the cum soaking up her muzzle. Julie spun her around and kissed her, tasting the cum with her, together. Kiera had never felt so blissful, so awakened, so happy. Eventually, they let their lips go, a string of seed connecting their muzzles.

"I love you so much... My Master and Mistress..." Kiera squealed like a feral rodent. "I'm gonna... gonna..." Hunter and Julie's eyes widened. Now was the time. "Gonna... Gonnaaaaa--"

Julie stuck her digit into her pussy folds and tickled it with the very tip of her claw.

"_NNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"_Clear, yellow-tinted, musky skunk spray melded with the cum in her ass to create a brand new concoction. Hunter pulled her up and swung her around, allowing her to coat the entire dungeon with raw, pure, unfiltered pheromones. Julie lifted her arms and basked in it. Hunter laid on the ground and let it soak into his fur. Kiera moaned like she had just cum the face of god out of her body, having released a lifetime of built-up shame around her own species out. She had reclaimed this stink as her own. She was a filthy, musky, beautiful skunk, and she was proud of it. She and her new Master and Mistress wouldn't want it any other way.

The spray lasted only a short while, but its stench made an impact, driving her Master and Mistress's hormoneswild. Without them realizing it, the giraffe gaffer reached to the cable hook and lowered the swing gently down to the floor so Kiera could rest. Hunter and Julie inched up and nuzzled their shared pet.

"Well done, little pet," Julie purred.

"We're so proud of you," Hunter growled.

"Thank you... I can't... Can't wait to change every human with this power."

"Mmm, good," Julie cooed. "You remembered, little pet."

"Of course, Mistress. I'm the one who instilled your mission in you. You've simply awakened me to your cause!"

"Grrr, yes," Hunter added, nuzzling his ursine muzzle into the skunk's butt and tail. "And I'm so grateful to have been changed by you two too."

Julie purred in delight. "Oh, yes. The human world isn't ready. They'll be squirting with glee very soon."

All three of them moaned in unison.

"CUT!" yelled Wyler. The crew gave the trio a standing ovation. Not all of them came like last time (the muskbath wasn't everyone's cup of team, and some were even plugging their noses as they attempted a one-pawed clap), but it was clear that what they've made was something unrestrained, unparalleled, and absolutely filthy. Whatever their future audience's kinks were, they knew just about everyone would find something to enjoy about this masterwork.

"Moooohhh, fuck!" Jeremiah finally bellowed, able to finally release himself after holding it in for so long. Everyone turned to find their usually domineering boss stained with milky cum, reduced to just as much of an animal as the cast was.

"Fuuuck," Kiera groaned. "I can't believe I did that for you."

"How did it feel?" asked Julie.

"Goooooood. I hadn't sprayed like that since I was a cub."

"I told you you'd love it."

"Mmmmm... I love you, my pretty kitty."

"I love you, my musky skunky."

They made out, awash with renewed love and lust for each other. Behind them, Hunter finally got up from the pile and basked in his new form, really appreciating his newfound strength as he picked the mammals up off him with ease. Doe finally emerged from the spare costume rack, giving Hunter a congratulatory hug.

"Great job, costar," Doe added. "You go ahead. I'll take care of these two while they lez out."

Hunter nodded and let go of the doe. With renewed dominance and a trust in his instincts, he marched off the set to meet his applauding crew.

He got up to Wyler and gave him a hug too. Wyler returned the hug, patting his furred back. "You fucking killed, star," the rottweiler said approvingly. Hunter patted the canine's shoulder before silently stepping away. He carried his paws to the bull, looming over him as he was slumped in his chair.

"Who's the cub now?" the now enormous bear asked his new boss.

".....I am," Stud said with resignation. He knew when he was beat. Hunter smiled, a new sense of dominance filling his being, no longer scared of the bull's imposing figure.

"Who saved the studio?"

"You did. This fucking thing is gonna be a blockbuster."

"Thaaat's right." With that, the bear leaned down and gently bit one of the cow's elongated ears, fully dominating the once dominant bull. "I think I'll take you up on your offer, Stud. Meet at your office? I'm thinking of renegotiating my contract." He tugged his ear further back before letting go, leading the bull on as he walked to the exit door. The bull followed like a, well, dog on a leash. Seemed Wyler's influence was finally getting to him.

"Sure thing, Prey," Stud finally said with a light smile. As far as defeats went, at least this one was going to feel good.