The movie: part two (by Zanian)
More from my favorite little space invader, invading my space like nobody's business.
Wastrel looked around, wondering where he was; the last he could remember was that the entire crew took advantage of him. Perhaps he was still in the same building, but in another room, to permit him to recuperate for a while.
That would quite the touching act from the crew and the director, after pleasing him in ways he never thought possible, but again, why would they care about him? They could have used him, film the entire scene, but nothing happened, an element that made him ponder what the intentions of the director were. He knew he wanted to make an incredible pornographic movie, but why was he in this room now?
The room in question was quite bland, but not in a good way; it looked futuristic, as if he was trapped in military base or a reconstitution of a spaceship of some sort. The walls were smooth and dark, showing no sign of possible assembly. How could they have been placed here? Were they made of a material that was carved out of the earth or was it something else, an element that escaped the grasp of his mind?
At least, there was a door, or something that resembled one, on one of the walls; as he approached it, he realized he wouldn't be able to open it, for it required not only a code, but also a retina scan, scan who would exclude him.
Why would he be trapped in such a room to begin with? Did the director have some plan concerning him, one that would involve that sort of entrapment? Alternatively, was it just a way to make sure that he was protected from the mating fury of the crew, spared from their desire for this moment, as they surely didn't finish with him that quickly...
He was surprised to see that there was a ventilation shaft in the ceiling; he supposed it was essential to let the oxygen flow, but since there were already openings in the door, he didn't understand the reason of such a thing. Perhaps the designer of that room had some sort of plan in mind, one that needed the presence of this peculiar element. On the other hand, maybe it was pure luck that it was present...
``Is there someone around? The gig was pleasant, but now I want to leave; I don't believes that you can hold me here, against my will, especially if you want to produce something of value'' said Wastrel, sure that someone was listening to him, but no answer came to him.
A part of him wasn't surprised about such a thing; why would there be someone waiting for him beyond the door, awaiting a signal announcing that he was now awake? Was there a camera watching him, a crew member enjoying the sight or was he really that isolated, trapped in that small cube?
If there was someone beyond the door, there were keeping quiet, making him focus on the noises he was now hearing. He thought at first that those came from the outside of the room, but he realized that it actually came from a location closer... from the inside. How that could be possible surpassed his abilities, but he knew that he would soon face the element that was causing such a noise...
``Oh, it seems like you are awake; I was wondering if you were going to wake up, after the... rough treatment we made you pass through. It was amazing the stamina you displayed; one could wonder if you would be able to perform such an act once more, but there was a better idea tossed around, one that could make quite the interesting scene'' said a voice behind the door, a voice he recognized.
It was the director, protected by the door; Wastrel wasn't angry at him, but he wanted to know why he was locked in such a place, unable to escape or even see people. What sort of twisted, yet exciting plan that devious rabbit had in mind? He had to say that even though he was displeased of the situation, he couldn't control his mind, which was fueling his desire; he was imagining all sorts of perverted situations, which would make his first encounter seem like a soft dream.
``Why am I here? Can you let me out of this box? Whatever you want to try, I don't think this environment is the most appropriate for any scenarios'' replied Wastrel, hoping it would put some sense in the mind of the one that hired his services. It was perhaps a small leap of judgment, cause by a moment of delusion...
The rabbit stayed silent for a moment, as if he was trying to absorb the elements he just heard. It was a reaction he was expecting; after all, how could a simple actor understand the depth of his vision, the intricate patterns of the grand design that were rising in the horizon? No, it wasn't something he was really surprised to hear...
``You are here because you are still my employee, and this is the next scene; I know it is complicated, but rest assured, you will soon understand, especially when he will show up and take over'' said the director, not budging from his position. It was a shame that he wouldn't be able to join in the action right now, but again, for the sake of the movie, he had to restrain himself for the greater good.
He? Who was that other person that bunny was talking about? And all the while the sounds were getting closer, as if something was going to drop from the ceiling; he wondered if this was the person that was mentioned a moment ago. But why would he use the ceiling to move and get in?
He heard a soft landing sound behind him; he wasn't sure what produced that sound, but he knew that whatever it was, he had to look at it, to make sure it wouldn't harm him. What he saw was something he wasn't expecting at all; it was a sight of an element that challenged his sanity, his knowledge of the world.
In front of him stood a being that definitely didn't belong to this world; maybe he was wrong and it was an exotic species, but it resembled nothing that walked or crawled on the surface of this planet.
It looked dangerous, claws and spikes clearly in his sight; he wondered if it was really a threat, but when he saw the bladed tail, he knew that it could really be a dangerous encounter, one that could inflict lethal damage.
It was strange; the skin, or at least the substance that covered it wasn't fur nor scales. It reminded him of some bugs he saw before; the substance seemed hard, but not made to stop the movement of the creature, as if the structure was different enough to permit such a thing without increasing the density. Even so, there were some features he recognized, as if its ancestry were muddled...
The red gaze of the being was hard to bear, but strangely addicting, as if he wanted to stare at it for hours, without interruption, to lose himself in the crimson depth, to see if there was something hiding beyond it.
But why did the producer trapped in this room with such a creature? What sort of scene could happen? He wasn't even sure that the organism in question was a male or a gendered from of existence. It could be something that he had to refer as it, an entity bent on a goal that his mind wouldn't be able to understand...
``I don't know who you are, or what you are, but I'll have you know that I am not afraid of you, whatever your intentions are'' said Wastrel, trying to back away from the mysterious being; he wasn't sure why it was there or what it was planning, but he had to make sure to stand clear of trouble.
Could it even understand what he was trying to say? It's not like it would be able to speak the same language as he was using. Perhaps it was a fool errand, but maybe the alien could understand the motives and the movements behind the language he was using. It was probably nothing more than a fantasy, but still...
``What I am? Am I some sort of monster, which terrifies you? There is so much you don't understands and knows and yet, there you are, judging without thinking'' replied the hybrid, getting closer to him. There was something unsettling in letting that creature close to him, but the fact that it could reply to him, understand what it was saying was somewhat reassuring, even if didn't mean that it would be a guaranty of good behavior.
There were no places to move, as the strange extraterrestrial was upon him, too close for his comfort; he could feel its breath, its presence; there was something... exciting about it, about being so close to danger.
``Such a strange, yet attractive prey; you make me wish I could toy with you for longer than I could, but I suppose there is always a limit to what I can accomplish...'' said the creature, passing a hand on him, caressing his chest for a moment, making him shiver; the feeling wasn't bad at all, but he wanted to stop himself from enjoying it.
This wasn't the time to fantasize about being taken by such a strange, yet exciting beast; how it would even succeed was still troubling him, but there was no doubt that it had a plan in mind, one that involved him.
He felt the hands on him again, groping him, caressing his chest, exploring him, without a word; he tried to resist, but the visitor stopped his tentative, lowering his paw. He didn't understand the motive of such a move until he felt the member under his digit, hardening under his soft caress.
He wanted to leave, to be free from the tantalizing exploration, but there was no escape, nothing that could stop the curious creature from pursuing his own goals. Whether or not he would be complacent, he would be part of the experiment, a subject to the will of the entity that was standing behind him.
The exploration continued, the hands reaching his loins, caressing his inner legs, going back to his stomach, ignoring the visible, now needy shaft. It was a torture, to feel a slight caress on it from time to time, just enough to keep him stimulated while the rest of his body was explored, poked and fondled in a way he never thought possible.
A bite made him yelp, a sound that seemed to please his new captor; the sensation it produced was more than pleasant, as he felt the jaws close on his neck, the pain and the pleasure mixing once again, making him gasp. He wanted to feel more, to be at the mercy of the one that made him feel that way; there was nothing he could do then submit to the will of the entity and let him have his way...
``Such a good little prey; you played a fascinating bravado but inside, you know how much you crave to be in this position'' said the alien, licking Wastrel before pushing him on the ground, making sure he wasn't hurt by the sudden move.
Wastrel opposed no resistance to the movement, enjoying being overpowered; from the ground, he could see him, the one that was dominating him, his member throbbing in the air, in all its glory. It surprised him to see such a color; blue as the ocean, dangling in front of him. He wanted to grab it, to savor it for a moment, but it seemed like the creature wouldn't let him have his way...
The hybrid approached him, kneeling near his head, grabbing his male hood with one hand, stroking it softly. Grabbing his own shaft, he tapped the lips of the laying skunk, teasing him, knowing that he wanted a taste. When his prey tried to lick it, he removed it, then prod the skunk once again, enjoying seeing the skunk squirm, trying to let his tongue catch it.
Pleased with the efforts he saw, he decided to thrust in the hungry maw of the skunk, giving him what he craved. Without hesitating, the skunk engulfed the member, licking the member, savoring the exotic flesh.
Wastrel felt the hands holding his head while the creature was thrusting in his maw. He was using him, forcing his shaft into him. The pace was slow, enough for him to wrap his tongue around it, feeling the soft pulsation that animated the flesh. It was the first time he could enjoy such a treat, such a sensation; he wanted to engrave the flavor in his mind, to be able to keep in his palate for the rest of life...
It was with regret that the hands were removed from the back of his head, while the shaft leaved his hungry jaws; he wanted to savor the essence, to feel the hot nectar flow in him, to gorge on it...
He tried to get up, but was pinned to the ground; he could feel his legs being spread while his tail was lifted. A single digit was teasing him, prodding the flesh; he wanted more inside of him, but the torture went on, as the other hand grabbed his shaft and stroked it, making him moan in the process.
The thrust was sudden and powerful, making him gasp for a moment; the creature was in him, his shaft deep in is flesh. He could feel him, rubbing and prodding, trying to prepare him for what was going to follow; it felt wonderful, to have the member stretch his inside, trying to see his limits. He wanted to move, to impale himself on it, but the hands were holding him, stopping all movements.
He welcomed the thrusts, the bite on his shoulder; he submitted to the rhythm of the hybrid, moving with him, feeling the shaft hitting him with each movement, wishing it could go deeper inside of him. He could feel the beast increase the pace, thrusting harder into him, making him groan louder; the more he moaned, the more he increased the pace, as if he wanted to teach him a lesson.
Wastrel could feel the pleasure rise in him, too much to bear; he wanted to feel it for longer, much longer but the final thrust put an end to his desire. As the alien came in him, he came as well, spilling his seeds on the floor, panting.
Was it the end? A gentle lick on his check, while he was held in place told him that it was, in fact, only the beginning while the crew was filming the entire act, wondering when it would really end...