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There wasn't anything special about that day's work. There rarely is, to be honest. You know the language that is used to promote porn videos - "see X take Y's massive dick...and wanting more and more!" ...and the like, or... "Watch X get screwed by a horse for the very first time!"... really, making every single naughty mischief sound like some kind of a grand event. They love doing that for rookies, highlighting these screen first, marketing the films on them, selling as many copies as they can, and then some, just to...excuse me...milk all they can out of their new faces. Or shall we say butts and cocks, to tell you what furs really come for when they whip theirs out and go to town while logging into various sites.

There is that. I did a bunch of these promotions, both as Lance and as Benny, of course. It as part of the job, and I did what I could to make them all work extra juicy.

But that's that. Maybe 5 percent of the videos that are made get such preferential treatment. The rest is just what it is - filler scenes on "movies", VOD scenes of the week, special offers, screen tests, bonus materials...whatever you call it. There's a ton more of that stuff being made, churned out in the sweatshops of porn studios, and most of the performers in them are up and coming porn performers, some has-beens, some "weekend fuckers", as we called the amateurs who sometimes popped by to film a scene or two...

...so, in essence, everyone who didn't get a star billing was bound to be doing these, to keep themselves working, to keep the studio's ends meet...and that's where I worked, too, naturally.

It's a very basic setup - it was called "Studio One", even though it really wasn't anything except a former office in the industrial building we operated out of, given a splash of paint, with a big bed with extra durable sheets, some studio lights high in the ceiling where they'd never be caught by the cameras, the token nightstand, a dresser, a big armchair for those exciting seated dick-bouncing scenes, and a thick carpet on the floor that had to be regularly steam-cleaned, due to the nature of the work in "Studio One". You entered through an extra thick door, and the wall facing the corridor had been sprayed with some kind of foam to act as a noise insulation - you didn't want random moaning to come from another room and mix up with your own horny soundtrack, not to mention that there were always furs mingling out in the corridor, and you wanted to give the furs their peace to work in, right?

On that particular Wednesday around ten am, yours truly as sitting on the edge of that bed, wearing some swimming trunks, and grinning stupidly at the camera while exchanging leering looks with a similarly dressed tiger sitting next to me.

"And action!" Max, the polar bear porn director, called out from behind his laptop, sounding almost bored.

Jock, his colleague and co-producer, closed in with his portable camera, the wheeled camera taking in a few wider shots, just as me and the tiger, whose name escapes me, exchanged a final grin before we started to kiss, wet lips smacking, tongues rubbing gums as we made it sound as juicy as possible. The boom mic hovered only about a foot above, I knew from the experience, and I didn't even glance at the offending piece of studio equipment while I concentrated on making rude sounds, groping the tiger's nice abs, and pushing my tongue out from my muzzle so that the close-up camera could get some nice flashes of pink among our perfectly white teeth.

Gotta have good teeth. That's a porn must. Max knows this great clinic, lol.

We didn't even pretend that there was a plot, no, not this time. None of that cheesy dialogue, or walking in on a buddy jacking off to a porn mag, or sweet talk, or whatever. The camera was just gonna drop in on two random hot guys getting funky in the familiar porn bedroom set. A touch of familiarity, to make you feel right at home, and make you want to click on that link. It was a good formula.

The tiger was apretty good kisser. My bulge was growing nicely in my trunks, especially when the tiger began to grope my ass. I knew that the cameras were getting a good look at that, considering that I was gonna play the bottom today. I'd prepared myself properly, of course, like every time before such a scene, so it'd be just a matter of playing my role right. I lifted my tail a little to encourage him to rub at its base, too, and shifted my butt on the bed a little to make sure the cloth was pulled all taunt over my back end to highlight the nice curve of my ass.

This was gonna be an asstastic show.

The kissing got kinda hot, and felt a bit good, too, when we made it extra wet, and soon both of our muzzles were glistening with spit. We licked each other's lips, keeping our muzzles slightly apart so that the action was perfectly visible for the cameras. I kept my paws working on his back and his sides, and it wasn't so bad. The thick striped fur covered a fit body, and feeling up his thigh, I knew that he was going to pack a good punch in them when it came to a certain kind of a hip motion. I knew he had a boner, but I had only briefly seen his sheath while we were showering before the scene, and considering that I'd only met the guy this morning, I didn't even know what he looked like in his full glory.

Guess I would soon find out, though. The scene called for me to get onto my knees and nuzzle his groin while he muttered obscenities and rubbed my head furs while I did the good slutty act and got good whiffs of his sheath musk. I was fully hard by now, of course, throbbing just nice, and the cameras didn't miss that, no chance. I rubbed myself a bit through the boxers while I slobbered the tiger's bulge.

"Get it out and nice and wet, kitty," the tiger rumbled, trying to sound dominant. He wasn't entirely convincing, but he was doing his best. Maybe he wasn't too experienced, or maybe he had just managed to acquire the right cheesy, fake tone you always heard on porn, and stuck to it. Whatever it was, I slipped my thumbs under his elastic and did my best to pull his trunks down extra slow while the cameras captured the delicious bounce of his dick against his toned belly.

I went down on him like the obedient slut I was meant to be today, slobbery, tongue full at work, maw opening wide to gulp him down.

"Stand by for the deep throat," I heard the director call.

We took a small brake, got some water, set up the cameras, and I returned to my spot, kneeling in front of the tiger. I sunk half of his cock into my muzzle and began to do some theatrical bobbing before Max called "ACTION!"

"Hmmm...oh yeah...that feels great maaan...yeah..yeah..."

He gripped my head and began to thrust into my muzzle, more and more of his pretty hefty barbed cock disappearing into my muzzle and then down my throat, once I allowed that to happen. His barbs tickled the back of my muzzle and made me want to cough and retch, but I was kinda glad I managed to handle it well enough that soon the boom mic was catching some interesting sounds of balls slapping against a spit-covered chin.

We kept it up for a bit. I made sure not to make it feel too good...porn sex was all show and little action, after all...but I hoped that it looked good enough. At some point, I slipped my waistband under my own bulge, to let my cock and balls poke out while I gave myself a little bit of paw action, all the time the noisy blowjob continued. Show a bit of the sub's pleasure while getting cock in the muzzle.

Another break later, and we orchestrated a spectacularly sloppy pulling out of my muzzle, followed by a couple of cock-slaps on my cheeks before the tiger ordered me to the bed, to kneel on it on all fours. I did as I was told, letting my tail sway, to bring all the attention to my ass as I knelt down and spread my legs. The tiger cussed under his breath and pulled my trunks off...I had to some wriggling to get them past my knees, but it worked, and looked sexy. The tiger grabbed my tail and began to slurp on my asscrack, hot, wet and noisy. He was doing it very lightly and mostly avoiding my tailhole, but the viewers wouldn't know the difference, not really, not when the cameras weren't taking an extreme closeup.

After a good fifteen minutes, it was time to get to the part everyone wanted to see, of course. A little break later, we were both primed up - me topped up with lube, returning to my old position on the bed, and he, with a condom and lube ready to be applied quickly. At least his wasn't one of those films where the condom just magically appeared...here you got to see it put into place, before things were put into me.

Okay, so we faked a bit...the closeups of my face as I was penetrated were filmed with the tiger guy just standing behind me, and I crunched up my muzzle and closed my eyes and moaned desperately, and asked him to give it to me hard. I got a couple of slaps for that, which sounded hard, but didn't really sting.

The actual penetration shots were not faked, and he was quite fat, and spread me up pretty good as he slowly pushed inside my well-prepared depths. He got inside me, balls deep, and spent quite the long time there, letting the cameras - and the viewers - relish the view of fuzzy balls sacks pressing together.

We were gonna give them their money's worth, too. A third camera joined in on the fun, and we were filmed from three angles while stuff happened. Cameras captured my dick, flopping about while I got pounded in the ass. At some times, it was behind the tiger, looking at his flexing butt cheeks while he pumped the bottom lion. I got a couple of facial closeups, too, and remembered to moan and purr like good slut I was. We had to stop a few times to get me fluffed - the mechanical pounding wasn't especially good for staying hard while bottoming, but it was nothing a quick paw-job action didn't fix, and then we were at it again, on the bed, doggy-style, me standing against the dresser being nailed, then back to the bed, with me riding the tiger. I was gonna cum like that, too, and gave my money shot over my belly, my paw stroking madly over me as I puffed myself out and let my load, spared over four days before the shoot, to splash all over me in messy spurts.

"Great job, Lance!" I even got a compliment, sitting there on his dick, coming down from the high of the orgasm, enhanced by the lack of action for the past days I had spent preparing.

We ended up with a classic slutty facial, and the tiger did deliver a creamy load, all over my muzzle and tongue, leaving me blinking with cum dripping off my eyelashes. I think that was a pretty nice touch, as was the snowballing kiss we shared afterwards, standing up with wilting dicks pressing together.

"CUT!"

Well, that was it. A shower and a check later I was gone again, back to my apartment, with some money in my pocket and with a sore butt.

That's how it went on for a long, long time.