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"GODDAMMIT!" I exclaimed the next morning as I scrubbed my fur furiously, trying to get the stains from the dyed spunk out. "I cannot believe this shit." I mumbled. I left the shower without even fading the bright splotches. I called Blake and got a slightly sarcastic "I'm sorry!"

"Sorry? You really should have warned me!"

"I can be there in half an hour and we can get this sorted out, ok?"

"Fine," I sighed. "Yeah, just get over here."

"See you soon, bye."

"Bye."

I hit END and set the phone on the coffee table. I rubbed my eyes and realized I was still tired. I flopped down on the couch, still wrapped in a towel. It felt like I had closed my eyes for five minutes, then I heard a knock at the door. "Shit." I mumbled. I flipped off the couch and hurried towards the door. As I opened the door I noticed Blake's eyes were wide open and at a downward trajectory. My face heated up like I had stuck my head in an oven.

"Hold on for just a second." I practically yelled as I slammed the door in his face. I darted back into my room and threw on wherever clothes I could grab. I ran back to the door and nearly stubbed my toe swinging the door back open. He looked up from his phone and said "Oh, you're back." nonchalantly.

"Yeah. Anyways..." I said as I leaned in the doorway.

"Don't worry sweetie. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Still, it's weird. Where are we going anyways?"

"I was going to take you to the store, and maybe we could grab some lunch?"

"You're lucky I'm going out like this." I said gesturing to the yellow amorphous blob that danced over my muzzle and ears.

Blake chuckled. "I'm sure people will just think you're a hipster or something."

"It may not be obvious right now, but I'm pissed. That being said, I had fun last night. And that is the only reason I would be happy to accompany you to lunch."

"I'm glad. Now let's go! We got stuff to do."

He drove me to a local supermarket and as we walked through the aisles, no one seemed to bat an eye at my awkward appearance. He led me into the shampoo section and handed me a white bottle. I cracked it open and smelled it. I could detect vanilla and some kind of flowery scent.

"It's meant for fur dye, but it'll work for this too." Blake said.

"I hate that you know that, but I guess I should thank you." I smirked as I turned away. Before I could take two steps Blake grabbed my wrist and spun me around. He pulled me in close and stuck his tongue out ever so slightly. His lips were nanometers away from mine.

"You gonna kiss me or what?" I said, looking at his eyes for some kind of confirmation as to what was going on in his head.

"I guess I'm just trying to show off how much self-control I have."

So I kissed him. Needless to say, it was awesome. Lip-locked and exchanging tongues in the middle of the supermarket. Then something shattered the moment. The age-old joke: "Hey you two, get a room!"

I spun around; sure my face was flush red. For a split second I thought I recognized the voice, probably because I did. Greg was standing at the end of the isle and Yvonne was peeking out from behind him with the tips of his fingers over his lips as if they could cover the huge grin stretched across his face.

"Jesus," Blake said. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Just picking a few things up. You?"

Blake laughed a little. "Had to get Cameron here some shampoo. For the, uh, you know."

Yvonne was looking at me. He was looking at me like an artist would admire a masterpiece. He came at me with his arms stretched wide open for a hug.

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie! We get a little carried away sometimes."

He hugged me surprisingly tight and whispered in my ear. Mon chef-d'oeuvre. My masterpiece. As he pulled away I glared at him, but with a smile. While that was happening Blake and Greg had been talking.

"Yeah, so we have a producer lined up who says if we shoot tonight he can have it on the shelves and whatnot by early next week." Greg said.

"Sounds good. I'll get right on it. Alright man, well take care and I'll give you a call later."

"See ya." Greg said.

Greg took Yvonne's hand and led him away. Yvonne turned to me and waived with little motion as if he was trying to scrub something off an invisible window. No doubt he was trying to be cute.

I was too early for lunch when we left the store so we drove downtown where there was a park surrounded by little boutiques and family restaurants. We sat on a bench and watched joggers fly past and cubs run around screaming. A malamute with brown hair and pink highlights walked by, fiddling with his iPhone. He walked past, stopped, then backed up and turned to me.

"Hey, I like your fur." He said, gesturing at my chest. I hadn't buttoned my shirt more than three buttons from the top. "Very modern art." He added.

I opened my mouth a little, searching for my brain. It had briefly become disconnected.

"Thank you." I managed to spit out.

"No problem." He smiled. "Mind if I take a picture?"

"Sure why not." I leaned back on the bench and stared at him through his phone.

"Please don't look at the camera. It's weird to me."

"Oh, ok." I said. I looked away and tried to focus on a tree behind him. I heard the fake shutter noise and he lowered his paws and started pressing stuff on the screen.

"Are you using an app?" I inquired.

"Yeah, I want to add a filter to make it more interesting."

"Oh, like instagram?"

"Actually it's Hipstamatic, but whatever. Thanks for letting me waste your time!" He laughed at his own joke.

"Anytime." I smiled.

He walked away and Blake turned to me and said "See? What did I tell you?"

"You're clever, I'll give you that much."

We ate at a "Casual Cafe". As opposed to a formal one I suppose. It was kind of a hipster hotspot. There were tables in the back, but mostly there were couches and coffee tables with furs of all kinds wearing the usual vintage clothing, beanies, and large-framed glasses. The owners played weird indie music no one's heard of. We picked out our own seats and ordered from the petite feline waitress.

"Ok," She squeaked. "That'll be right out."

"So," I said, my voice trailing off.

"So, um, I have a business proposition for you."

I raised my eyebrow and looked at him.

"I can put a lot of money in your pocket if you'll just let me film you a little."

"Somehow I don't think you'll just be filming me." I said.

"Well you'd be right. How do you feel about a little one-on-one session with one of the guys?"

"One of the guys, meaning not you." I said, trying to sound a little disappointed.

"No, I'm the director. But I'll be there for moral support the entire time." he chuckled a little. "We're kind of famous in the gay porn community, and like I said it'll pay well."

Money had been tight lately, I will admit that. Not so tight that it warranted this, but that didn't mean I couldn't use the extra cash.

"Um, sure." I laughed. "I'll do it."

"And there's another thing." he started. "I think we should just be friends...."

Admittedly, my heart sank a little, but wasn't the end of the world I suppose.

"I mean, I didn't mean to scout you out, but you were a natural and I really think you're going to be very popular, and the whole work-and-sex-are-the-same-thing never works out. I just feel like it drains the intimacy out of a personal connection..." He rambled on a little more before I stopped him.

"Stop." I chuckled. "I totally get it. If you're not comfortable with it, I understand. I'm not going to try to force you into anything."

He relaxed a little and smiled. "You're something special, you know that?"

"So they tell me. Ok, now that that is worked out, who am I...."

"Probably Yvonne." Blake said.

My ears perked up a little, giving something away. A smile slowly inched its way across Blake's face.

"You like him, don't you?"

"I admit there is a subtle attraction I have towards him." I said, pussyfooting around the real answer. Yes. I liked Yvonne. He. Was. Nice. Something about him I just thought was alluring.

"Uh, huh. Sure. Well, you better ready yourself. You should know by now that he's packing."

"Yeah, I saw." I said curtly.

Blake pulled his phone out and started texting. "It's Randy." He said without looking up. "He will be bringing the cameraman and equipment to your place so he can give you directions to the shoot."

"Directions?" I asked. "We're not doing it at the club house?"

"We like to get around." He laughed at the semi-intentional pun.

"Well ok then."

"So...yeah." He said, finally setting down his phone. "That'll be around eight tonight, is that ok?'

"Mmhmm. That should be great."

"Great. " he echoed.

Other than the offer to star in his porno, it was a normal lunch. At the end we hugged, then went our separate ways. That evening I found myself dancing around the kitchen to the beats of some indie dubstep while making dinner. I curled up on the couch with my plate and watched a sitcom while I ate.

It was when I was doing dishes that I heard a knock at the door. I stripped off the Dexter's mom-esque rubber gloves and answered it. The Border collie stood there with his back to me and his paws in his back pockets.

"Can I help you sir?" I asked. Randy jerked his head and peered over his shoulder. There was moment of silence before he turned and laughed then said "I'm just messing with ya. Ready to go?"

"Yeah, one sec." I disappeared inside and turned off the lights and appliances. Then I locked the door on the way out. We met the cameraman, Travis, out front. He was a scrawny leopard with a suitcase and a bunch of camera bags. He sported a beige vest with all sorts of zippers and pockets with matching cargo pants. He looked like a nature photographer.

I led Randy and Travis to my car and helped them load the equipment. It was dark out and we were driving out of town, out of civilization it seemed like.

"Where are we headed anyway?" I said, gazing out on the open road.

"There's this warehouse we use a lot. Don't worry, it's not like a creepy abandoned one. We just like the open floor plan." Randy said.

"Cool, cool..." My voice trailed off.

The moon was out that night. It peeked at us over the mountains and had shone over the valley adjacent to the road. I rarely get to see all of it since the windows of my apartment face away from it. Everything was nice and Zen, until the engine sputtered a little. That was followed by a grinding noise and a deep vibration in the steering wheel.

I quickly pulled over and popped the hood. All three of us stared at the engine block with no clue as to what the problem is or how to fix it.

"Well....fuck." Randy said.

"We better call someone." Travis added.

I looked at my phone--no signal. "Anybody got a signal?" I asked.

They both said no.

"It's too far to walk anywhere." I said.

"Dammit." Travis said. "We have to shoot tonight."

"I know." Randy said, with a pensive expression partially covered by his red hair.

"I really need the money!" Travis said, sounding angrier.

"I know, I know." Randy repeated. "Just calm down. I think I have an idea."

"What?" Travis and I said with perfect timing.

"I think...I think we can do this ourselves."

Travis' eyes perked up.

"Hey, yeah. Quick, help me get the stuff out."

"Wow, wow guys. Slow down. I don't know if I'm ok with this." I said.

Travis didn't seem to hear, or didn't want to. He popped the trunk and started to get all the stuff out. Randy took me aside, grabbing my arm a little too tight for comfort.

"Here's the thing. Travis over there is my brother."

I looked at Travis, who was zipping things open and assembling parts, then back at Randy.

"Adopted." He said. "My parents ran a foster home. After I moved out there wasn't anyone to keep the bullies off of him. He got addicted to meth. I'm trying to get him right again, can you understand that?"

"Uh, yeah." I said quietly.

"He needs this to pay off the dealers and go to rehab. Just please, please go along with this."

"Sure thing." I said, suddenly filled with compassion for that meth-head cameraman.

"Things are gonna get weird. It has to be good so I'm gonna make this as kinky as possible."

"Ok, and by kin--"

"I'm gonna rape you." Randy cut me off.

My eyes widened. I felt hot, nauseous. After what I had done to get better, here I am. Unprepared. Caught off guard. My heart fluttered at the four-letter word. Rape.

"Ok? Are you listening?"

"Yes." I said with a hoarse whisper.

"I'm going to handcuff you, gag you for a little, then, uh, perform. I need you to scream, plead; just do whatever to push this along ok?"

Vomit lurked at the back of my esophagus, but I resisted. "Ok, I can do that." I could, did actually. I didn't need to fake fear because what struck my mind was 100% real. Travis had everything set up and now it was up to us.

"You look worried." Randy said. "If it gets to be too much, just say something--Er, just lay out flat, roll over, something. I won't stop you."

"Yeah, no, I'm fine. I'll be fine." Fine. A better four-letter word.

Randy talked with Travis and gave him the basic outline of the plans. Then he got me ready for the big show. All the bags were moved into the back seat to make room for me in the trunk. Randy turned me around and I heard the clicking noise of handcuffs. I felt the cold steel even through my fur.

"Why do you have those anyway?" I said, trying to keep my mind off of the R word.

"I'm a cop. This is just kind of a hobby I guess. Now I don't want you to freak out, but I'm going to use a gun."

From behind I heard the sound of a magazine being ejected and of a slide being pulled back.

"It won't be loaded and the chamber is clear. Just think of it as a prop."

"A prop." I mumbled.

"Travis!" He yelled. "Get me that bandana!"

Randy took the bandana and asked me to open my mouth. It was long enough for him to tie a good-sized knot in the middle and still be able to fit around my head. He escorted me to the trunk and helped me inside. It was dark and cramped, but only briefly. I heard a car door open and slam shut. Approximately five minutes later the trunk door swung open and Randy glared down at me.

I was crying, but just a little. I wanted to fight it, but he said "do whatever". He grabbed me up and with surprising strength he dragged me out and rolled me into the ditch. Travis was all over us with the camera on his shoulder. I groaned through the gag while Randy slammed the door shut.

"Come here, bitch." He said with a gruff tone that I'd never heard from him before. He pulled me onto my feet and pushed me. I got a few steps in before I fell to my knees. The fur around my eyes felt cold against the night air. He stood in front of me with the gun in his hand. Randy undid his belt and pants and scooped his semi-hard dick out of his boxers. Then he untied the bandana and dropped it next to me. I glanced down and Randy put the barrel of the gun under my chin and lifted up.

"Did I say you could look down?" He smirked.

He pressed the barrel into the side of my skull and followed up with "Go on, give it a little kiss. You better make friends with it, because you two are gonna know each other for a long time."

I reluctantly pressed my lips against the head of his dick. Air passed through my lips making an audible smooching noise.

"Good boy." He said. It filled with blood and pointed me directly in the muzzle.

"Now give it a lick." I licked the tip, but that wasn't enough. "I said lick It." he said sternly as he drilled the barrel harder into my head. Even in the moonlight the redness of his dick was noticeable. I poked my cold nose under his dick and licked up so that his penis pointed up with the force of my tongue. I reached the the tip and I looked up at the beautiful array of stars in the sky. I had a short moment of nostalgia about how when I was a kit I wanted to be an astronaut. I was going to visit the moon. I wasn't an astronaut then, but I was about to ride the red rocket in front of me.

Randy placed his paw between my ears and guided my head further onto his cock.

"Go on, don't be shy!" He ridiculed. He pulled hard until I matched his pace willingly. I sucked him. All eight inches of him. He seemed to get carried away as he went deeper into my throat. The mucous from my crying had made it hard to breath and I sputtered as he went too deep for me to breath comfortably. He played it up for a while, then went back to shallow thrusts so I could breathe.

He would whisper things like "That's a good little bitch." and "You love this, don't you?" I didn't answer to anything, I just kept on sucking. He ripped himself from me and yelled "Tell me you like it!" I broke down and cowered. "Yes! Yes, I like it."

"Good," He said, almost sounding normal. "Because there's a lot more where that came from."

Randy picked up the bandana and retied it around my head. He pushed my shoulder and I fell on my chest with my face in the grass and my tail in the air. Randy crouched behind me and yanked my pants down exposing my bare ass to the camera. He lined up with my tailhole and only paused for a second before going balls-deep.

I screamed. Or at least I think I did. It was somewhere between screaming and sobbing. Whatever it was, it was muffled well by the wad of cloth in my muzzle. Eight inches of Border collie was snaking its way into me, stretching me out. He threw himself into me like waves on a rocky shore. All the pre I summoned with my muzzle wasn't enough to lubricate the passage for my comfort. I buried my face in the grass and focused on my new four letter word. Fine. Fine, fine ,fine, fine, fine. I said it in my head until Randy was done killing me from behind.

He pulled on my restraints, lifting my face off the ground. Then he spat and spilled his canine seed all over my back.

"Such a good little bitch." He said. "That wasn't so hard was it?"

Randy put himself away and pulled me up by my shirt to drag me back to the car. Before he closed the trunk on me again he said "I think you and I are going to have a lot more fun together." No doubt it was for the camera hovering over us, but I think he meant it to some degree.

For the last time the trunk opened and flooded my face with light.

"Oh, my god." Randy said. "You were great. Are you ok? I know I was really rough."

I sniffled loudly and wiped my face after Randy undid the cuffs. "I'm fine, really. I think it went well."

"You think your boss is gonna like this?" Randy asked Travis.

"Yeah." He said, with a hint of hope in his voice. "This will be just great."

Randy hugged me. I jerked away slightly. He hugged tighter and shushed me. "I really appreciate this. You don't know how much this means to me."

"I'm glad I could help." I said, with my voice still a little shaky.

"Where'd you learn to cry like that?" He inquired.

"Oh you know the old tricks. Dead loved ones, puppies, stuff like that."

"Well whatever you do, it was really good. Very convincing" Randy smiled.

We spent the night in my car, thinking we could just figure something out in the morning. I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep. Flashbacks haunted me again. I didn't close my eyes because I might break down and cry. The moon sank and the sun rose, bringing light to the greenery that I had become acquainted with the night before. Along with the light came a highway patrolman that we flagged down. Randy showed him his badge and got me a free tow. On the way back to my house I was jammed in the back of the police car between the cage and the seat. I came to the conclusion if that whole experience wouldn't help me get over it, nothing would.