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HSPS : Chapter 1

It's just the start of another normal day. I wake up, brush my fur, and put on my uniform one paw through at a time. Here at Naturefield's Acting Camp, I'm just another wolf blending into the landscape.

Classes start tomorrow and I'm excited! I've got a scene study class right off the bat with an Intro to Auditions right after. The pamphlet said the folks with top marks would be invited onto a set for a film that'll be coming to theatres. Can you imagine what my dad would say?

Until then, though, I'm stuck helping the local porn stars.

My paw turns the knob and I'm back in Studio B-6. The set hasn't changed much except the lighting fixtures are now set with reflective material and new bulbs. My best guess would be a photo shoot.

"Tony!" With his curly tail thwapping, Toby bounces away from a costuming table laden with underwear. It was like an entire male lingerie store emptied its contents. His eyes seem to be permanently in a state of wonder, or awe.

"Which one do you like better? This one or this one?" He lifts each of two pairs of underwear in turn that are clutched in his paws, showcasing the skimpy white thong and a gold pair of booty shorts with racing stripes on the sides.

"I guess these." My claws pinch the shiny shorts, assuming these are for the fluffy green husky's next scene. Green and gold go well together.

Toby eyes the metallic fabric and smirks at me for a moment. Then, he bends forward and cocks his head at my arm. "Tony, you have some red in your fur."

I fuss and part the fur on my arm with a claw. "Oh, yeah. I'm a red wolf. My summer coat is coming in late this year."

"I can't wait for the Christmas photo-shoot then!" Toby quivers on the spot. His small frame had some curve to it in the right places. "Won't we look great? I can imagine the presents, tree, and ribbons already!"

Red and green, huh? I suppose they'll be wanting Riso in the shot too to be our "tinsel."

"Toby! Clear the set so our new pet can have a costume change."

The husky handed me the gold shorts and grinned, eyes closed and cheery before he lopes off of the set.

"Alright, wuffy-boy. Time for a costume change." My eyes narrow at the golden lion in his director's chair.

Wesley Sabre, golden boy of Hollywood and my chief tormenter gloats from his throne, at least Noah has the grace to stay quiet. Wesley seems to enjoy baiting me. Today, the panther is behind the camera with the two bats, Hunter and Ryder operating the lights. Of course, the husky has the most underwear so he's in costuming. I wonder where Riso is.

"I'd rather wear what I have on now if I have a choice, Your Highness." The shorts burn in my paw.

"Hmmm, you know? I rather like 'Your Highness.' Noah, be a dear and get it emblazoned on the back of my chair?"

"Later, Wes." The panther adjusts the lens while keeping an eye on me. "Anthony, go ahead and change so we can take your picture for the website. We try to keep it up to date with the males we have in our roster and you'll be the new wallpaper for this week."

"Wallpaper?!" My hackles rise. I could take being called their pet since that's technically what I am. Nicknames are fine too, but putting my picture up online? "What if someone sees me? Don't I need to sign waivers for you to do this?"

"I assure you, we have a very exclusive fandom and after the photoshop, you won't even recognize you." He finishes the lens calibrations as Riso walks into the room from a back door. The studio is a lot bigger than I thought now that I bunch of lights are around. There must be a supply closet and dressing room in the back. The silver dragon is holding an equally silver laptop with an apple stuck in his mouth.

"As for waivers, you don't really want to bring legalities into this, do you?"

I heard the threat beneath the civility. If I didn't comply with his demands, I would be held responsible for the debt with the camera. Was this worth it, though? This is my reputation on the line. If anyone found out about this...

I take a steadying breath. It'll be fine. These are the Hollywood elite and they wouldn't be risking their own sparkling future. Would they? Riso crunches a bite of the apple and chews.

"If you need some help changing..."

"...we don't mind helping out."

Hunter and Ryder turn up the lights so that I'm blinded. I squint and throw a paw up to block the deluge of brightness. The underwear is taken from my grasp and as my eyes adjust and I smell them both approaching me.

Most folks probably can't tell the difference between them, even their scents are practically the same. If I concentrate, I can detect subtle differences in the way they smell. They use the same conditioner for their fur and the same dye, but under that, Hunter smells like a cave, not the damp kind, a homey dwelling. Ryder smells like the wind at night.

Paws smooth my button-up shirt down and slide up into my jacket sleeves, removing my outer layer. As the clothes come off, I can feel their bodies brushing against me, a groin here, a stomach there. My cock throbs in my pants and I swallow, heart hammering.

Ryder presses under my arm, abs and chest up into my side. I smell his breath as he nuzzles under my ear.

"So, your type is twins, huh? Greedy, greedy." His paw pops the top button of my shirt open. Hunter finds the fly on my pants.

"Are you guys actually brothers, or is this just an act?"

The two of them clasp paws together and gaze into each other's eyes with me in the middle. "An act? Brotherly love? Nonsense," Ryder says.

"Twincest is wincest," Hunter finishes. "Oh, what's this?" The blue bat whispers the question into my ear and grasps onto the swelling firmness I'm trying to hide. His fingers gently squeeze my sac and energy jolts into me.

"Quit it, guys!" I shove them both away from me.

The twins catch themselves and share a look with each other. I unbutton the shirt myself, aggravated, and pull it off. My pants come soon after. Hunter and Ryder have left the set and I purposefully avoid making eye contact with them.

Finally, it's just my underwear. They were not sexy at all, just the run-of-the-mill boxers you can buy at the store for a pack of three. The lights were bright enough now that I can't see anyone so--what the heck. I hunch over and pull my underwear down, lifting a leg to step out of them. Someone gags behind set as my goods flop out. I pause.

"No, keep going, Anthony. It seems you already have a fan or two." Noah's disembodied voice floats over the lights. He sounds almost bored.

I'm a big boy and with the semi I was sporting, the others could see that. My wolfhood dangles between my legs as I snatch the booty shorts off the floor. They start to get tight around my thighs and I have to cup myself with a paw to fit into the front pouch. They fit my butt snugly too, but I expected that.

Throughout the dressing, I heard a couple clicks from the camera end. Natural photography? I blink and stand in the light.

"I don't know any poses, guys." I cross my arms over my chest.

"That's a pose right there, isn't it?" The panther purrs and I hear a few more clicks.

"You're doing great, Tony! Who would've thought you had such a sexy body under that uniform!" Toby yells out from somewhere to my right. A grunt follows after that. I roll my eyes. There were the general sports teams at St. Olivier's High School, but none of them held my interest for long.

"Good. Now, turn around and try not to scowl so much. Have fun."

I grin awkwardly and spin like I was at the doctor's office. A few more clicks and the lights dimmed down. Noah flipped open the side of the camera and took out a chip, tossing it to Riso. The dragon snatches it from the air and pops it into the laptop.

"Anthony, you did such a great job!" Wesley applauds, beaming at me. He is across the room with his arm thrown over my shoulder before I can formulate a response. As the others are breaking the set, my eyes are drawn up the swell of his chest to the line of his jaw. "You're a natural if I've ever seen one and I have, myself of course. You'll have to do a scene now. How about a solo masturbation scene? You can stare at me if you like. I don't mind." He winks lasciviously.

"What happened to just being photographed and running errands?" My ears go back and I shrink away from the leonine affection."I thought this was just for your website?"

Noah unscrews the lens from the camera and sets it back into a case. The light reflects a purplish sheen off of his fur. "I'd say about fifty scenes should lift your debt with us if you work all through camp. The more people that request seeing you online, the less scenes you'll have to do. I'd get to work building a fan base if I were you." The panther had a tablet pulled out, paws upon the screen. "I'm deducting the photos from your resting total, but if I see you slacking off, I'll add interest to it. Compounded."

Wesley waved a paw in his direction. "Ah, don't worry about him. You'll do fine and you have me to guide you every step of the way. You can call me Big Daddy Wes if you want!"

"Nah, that's okay."

He gave me a dramatic, wounded look. "Fine, but I'll still show you the ropes. We have some friends coming by tomorrow for a shoot that I'd like you to meet. Until then, you go and study up. I don't want my precious boy falling behind on his studies." He musses my headfur.

"Great," I grab my uniform from the floor. I realize that the fallen clothes were in the pictures as well. The jacket had my school's emblem on it.

"Hey, Riso?"

The dragon clicks a key and gives me his gaze.

"Please edit out my school's emblem, okay?"

He grunts ascent and continues clicking.