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Breaking into the Biz

by Vaille - 6/2011

The card in my hand read "2430," same as the numbers stenciled across the top of the door. I stepped back, took in the building. It was industrial, almost certainly a converted warehouse. Water dripped from corrugated steel runners. Flecks of rust marred the exterior. In regular intervals, sodium lights bit hard into the night, driving away the darkness with their cones of yellow-orange light. With a shake of my wrist, I exposed my watch. 5:30 PM. I took a deep breath, grabbed the door handle and pulled.

Stepping inside, I found myself in a small office. The door slammed shut behind me. I took a step forward only to bark my shin against the edge of a low-set coffee table littered with magazines. "Oww."

Hands came to rest on my left arm and shoulder as I bent over and rubbed my banged-up leg. "You ok?" The voice belonged to a cute collie-girl blessed with large brown eyes, thick lashes and luxurious orange and white fur. Her muzzle was long and delicate, tipped with an adorable pink nose. A loose-fitting blouse flowed around the curves of her upper body while a pair of high-riding cut-offs covered her lower half.

"Yeah, just a bump," I replied.

"Here for the audition?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I'm s'posed to ask for Tony. Gideon referred me."

The collie smiled. "Well, make yourself comfortable," she said, motioning to the office's leather couch. "I'll let Tony know you're here..." She looked at me questioningly.

"Peter," I replied as I sat. I pulled my tail from under me.

The girl nodded, then disappeared through a door on the opposite side of the room.

The front office was small. Cramped, even. It was non-descript, furnished with the couch, table and collie's reception desk. Various pictures of males and females of a variety of species adorned the far wall. I did not recognize any of them. They were all framed and ringed a blue and silver sign that read ~RISING STAR STUDIOS~.

I was picking at a chip in my right hoof when in stepped a well-built bull. His horns were as broad as his shoulders. A large brass ring dangled from his nose. He appeared to be in his early to mid-40's. "Peter?" he asked rhetorically, offering me his three fingered hand.

I stood and shook. "That would be me."

"Tony Flathoof," he introduced. "Very nice to meet you. I'm one of the stage directors for the studio and I'll be handling the audition tonight."

"Sounds good."

I followed the bull through a winding corridor that fed into the cavernous chasm of the production studio. It was filled end to end with mock-ups of bedrooms, kitchens, bathrooms and living rooms. There was even a stage for exterior scenes - grass, trees and all.

Tony led me to the nearest bedroom set. "Dustin will be here in a minute."

"Dustin?"

"One of the stagehands," the director replied as he circled the bed, examining. He picked up a pillow, sniffed it then tossed it back into place. "Needs to be washed..." he muttered to himself. His attention returned to me. "Also works as a stand-in when needed. Helps with auditions from time to time, too. The proverbial jack-of-all-trades."

"Ah." I pulled at my chin whiskers. Scuffed my hooves against the floor. "So...uh...what sort of scene are we acting out? Do you have the script?"

The bull peered at me over the rims of his glasses. "Script?"

"Yeah. You know, my lines? For the part?"

"I know what a script is, Peter. If I may, what sort of part do you think you're auditioning for?"

"A movie? At least that's what Gideon told me."

Tony nodded. "Yes..." He paused. "But did Gideon tell you what kind of movie?

"A romance."

The bull tried his best to stifle a chuckle. He failed. "I guess you could call it that..."

"Well, what kind of movie..." It hit me. "Uh...hold on a second...this isn't a--

"Porn studio?" Tony finished for me. "It is."

I was dumbstruck. My fur bristled and I burned with embarrassment. If Gideon had been next to me, I'd have strangled him. "I'm trying to break into acting, not porn!"

Tony fidgeted with his nose ring. Behind him, his tail swung in large, slow arcs. "Look, if you wanna jet, I'll completely understand. This business, especially the performance side, isn't for everyone. There's a reason I direct and don't act. I'm 'camera-shy,' if you catch my drift." He chuckled. "But we are a professional studio. We run an honest business and we're in it to make money."

"I don't doubt that. But I want to act. I thought I was finally catching a break."

"You would be acting. Only a different kind of acting. The principles are still the same."

"If you want to call public sex acting..." I replied. I felt deflated. Disappointed. "I just wanted a break."

The bull laid his arm across my shoulders and jostled me. "Like I said, porn's not for everyone. But for a young, great-looking horse such as yourself, there's potential. Over time, a lot of actors do quite well for themselves. Especially equines."

I rolled my eyes. "Gee, I can only wonder why..."

"Size sells," Tony said with a shrug. "It is what it is."

"What kind of porn?"

"Bit of everything, but mostly gay. The movie you'd be auditioning for is gay. It's about a couple of college boys who discover one another."

"Sounds deep," I said, trying to keep the sarcasm from my voice and failing. I knew I shouldn't have taken the shot, but I couldn't help it. Tony seemed like a decent enough guy - certainly what you'd expect of a porn director - and was only trying to help in the only way he knew how. That way just so happened to involve porn. "So, I take it Gideon told you about me?"

The director nodded. "He did."

"Great," I said with a sigh. "Now my soon-to-be-ex-best-friend's running around outing me to complete strangers."

Tony's hand squeezed my shoulder. "He's trying to help. He's your friend. I asked if he knew anyone who might be able to provide a fresh face for the move and he suggested you. That's saying a lot."

I shook my head. "He still outed me."

"So what? You're gay. I'm gay. Two-thirds of my crew is gay. If you weren't gay, you wouldn't be here and we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"Know the irony of it all?"

The bull arched his eyebrows.

"Gideon's straight..." I answered. "Body like Adonis. Intelligent. Personable. The perfect package..."

"I think your smitten, Peter." He laughed and clapped me on the rear. "Double-entendre notwithstanding." He took a few steps towards the set, turned and peered at me. "So what do you say? Wanna give it a shot?" He paused, then added, "Let me warn you, though, contrary to what most people think, porn is work. The hours are long. You're paid by the shoot. You'll be having sex with multiple partners over the course of a day, many of whom you won't be remotely attracted to. The constant interruption. Blue balls. Fatigue. And when we do call for that money-shot, it's expected on command. It can be sticky, dirty work. Nasty, even. But it can be equally fun, rewarding in its own right."

"You know, it's a good thing you're not a salesman," I quipped.

"I'm being up front, that's all. People think porn actors are paid for sex. Hookers are paid for sex. Actors are paid to perform and to be professional about it."

I needed the cash. I was flat broke, sleeping on Gideon's sofa and living off Raman noodles. Nevertheless, the thought of being filmed by random people while engaging in sex acts with other random people so that the film could be sold to still more random people... Not exactly why I went to college.

I shuffled from hoof to hoof. "So, what would the audition entail?"

"You'd perform a scene."

"Meaning what?"

"A few lines of dialogue followed by directed sex."

I took a deep breath. "I'm here, I'll give it a shot I guess..."

Tony smiled. "Happy to hear it. Try not to be self-conscious, ok. This is professional and you won't be doing anything I haven't seen a million times before."

"Easier said than done, but I'll try."

"And hey, consider this - even if you don't get the part, at least you'll be able to say you got laid tonight." The bull suddenly glanced around, distracted. His attention returned to me. "What time is it?"

I glanced at my watch. "Ten after six."

"Where the hell is Dustin. Betcha he forgot." The director clodded away from me towards one of the other sets. "Let me see if I can get A.J. to work with you."

"Who's A.J.?"

"One of the other stage-hands. Cute little dalmatian-boy," he said with a wink. "Hey A.J.?"

"Yeah?"

"C'mere a sec, will ya?"

There was commotion at the far end of the studio, followed by a clank and a heavy sounding thuds. I could hear the click-clack of toe claws against the concrete floor. "What is it boss?" A.J. asked as he rounded one of the kitchen sets. He was in his early 20's, stood no taller than 5'5" and had a slender, toned body. He wore a pair of rust-red shorts and nothing else. They contrasted brightly with his coat of black and white fur.

He wasn't cute. He was adorable.

What are you up to?" the bull asked the dog.

A.J. shrugged. "Prepping a set for a shoot tomorrow. Why?"

"Want to help with an audition? Was gonna have Dustin--

"Dustin left already. Something about his sister's birthday or whatnot," A.J. interrupted. The dalmatian peered around his boss, taking me in head to foot. "Definitely one hell of a stud." His eyes were shimmering pools of blue.

"So?"

A.J. grinned. "Yeah, sure. Why not? I'll do him...err...it. I've always enjoyed pony rides anyhow." He licked his lips.

"Good boy," Tony said as he scratched behind the dog's ear. A.J.'s right foot thudded against the ground in play. To me Tony said, "Go get undressed. There's a bin next to the set you can put your clothes in. Take everything off, even your underwear," as he strode away. "I'll go fetch the script." He was suddenly invigorated.

(***)

"Oh baby, I need you so bad," A.J. said. The delivery was flat, rote.

"Take me. Take me now. I want you inside of me. I need you inside of me." For a moment, I forgot that I stood buck naked reading cheesy dialogue two complete strangers. I peered over the top of the script at Tony. "People are paid to write this?"

The bull shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged. "Wasn't me."

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late."

I immediately used the paper in my hands to cover my modesty as a vixen jogged up and joined our strange group. A.J. noticed, shook his head and laughed to himself.

"Tina, Peter. Peter, Tina. She'll be my assistant director on the film. She'll be working with angles, lighting and such so I asked her to help evaluate the audition."

The vixen gave me a quick once-over. "Beautiful chestnut coat you've got. I take it your lineage is New Forest." She reached out with a paw and ran it down my front. "Feels like velvet."

"Uh...thanks. And yeah, New Forest."

Suddenly the script disappeared from between my fingers. The dalmatian crumpled it up, tossed the wad over his shoulder. "There's something to be said for ad libbing..." His paws went to the waistband of his shorts without hesitation. He pushed them down to his ankles and stepped out of them.

My gaze locked onto his naked body. Black tipped tail wagging. White fur. Black spots. Toned, boyish build. Oversized dog feet. Pink nose and even pinker tongue. The sparkle of his eyes. The sheath between his legs with the hint of red peeping from the middle of it...

Using his toes, he snagged his shorts and kicked them to the side. "Becha wish you could do that, eh pony?" He tilted his head. "Pony?"

I shook my head. "Huh? Sorry. Spaced out."

The bull took charge. "Let's get this going. Peter, you're on the bed. Follow A.J.'s lead." He looked to the dog. "You enter."

"Got that right..." the dalmatian said with a smirk.

Settling onto the bed, I laid back, lacing my fingers behind my head. I closed my eyes. Listened as A.J. crept in from stage-right. "Psst. Pete, you awake?"

I cracked an eye. "Am now."

"If it's ok, can I crash here with you tonight? I come out of the shower and there's a sock on the door handle." A.J. glanced around. "Roomy's gone, right?"

"Whole weekend." I rolled onto my side, propped my head in my hand. "So, do you always sneak into guys' rooms like that?"

The dog looked down the front of himself. "Only when I'm fresh from the shower and locked out of my room." A devious grin slipped across his muzzle. "Or when I like 'em..."

"So which is it with me?"

"Both," he said as he seated himself on the edge of the bed. His paw skirted across my hand.

"Oh really?" I asked with feigned surprise.

"Absolutely." He crawled up next to me. Cuddled into a side-spoon with his leg draped over both of mine. He pressed his sheath against my thigh. Humped gently. I could feel him extending, stiffening. My penis began to stir.

"A.J. drop your hips so we can see Peter's crotch. You're cock-blocking the shot," Tina said from her position next to Tony.

Shifting his weight, A.J. slid to my side. He nuzzled my neck as he stroked my mane. A claw flicked my ear. Caressed the side of my face. After a long moment, he leaned in, pressing his muzzle to mine.

His scent was intoxicating. My hands snaked behind him, massaging his lower back. The fur there was soft as down. I opened my mouth. He opened his. The tips of our tongues met and I pushed deep into his muzzle, tasting him, exploring. I was rock hard.

"Play with him a bit A.J.," Tony called out. "Gimme a few lines while you guys are at it."

The dog broke our kiss. His paw skitted teasingly to my cock. He locked eyes. "What we got here? You're a big boy, aren't yah. 16 incher, I bet." He tickled the soft flesh beneath the head.

The sensation was electric. My whole body spasmed. "You know it..." was all I could think to say.

A squeeze. A couple of strokes. I began thrusting against his paw. He stopped, swung himself down between my legs. Without warning, his cold, wet nose shoved up against my balls. I yelped. Squirmed.

He inhaled. "God, I love the smell of horse cock..." With his mouth, he worked his way up my balls to the base of my shaft. He stopped, nibbled at the lip of my sheath. More licking here, some lapping there. He found my medial ring. Nibbled again. Tugged at it with his teeth. I moaned.

"Go down on him. Find his G-spot and work it," Tony said.

A.J.'s muzzle rubbed against the side of my cock. "He's huge..."

"Try."

A flick of tongue flitted against the underside of my penis. The dog licked down its length and up again, stopping at the head.

"God, that's nice..." I huffed.

"Then you're really gonna like this," he whispered into my ear. One paw gripped me at the base of my member, the other at my ring. His lips drifted to the bumpy ridge of my glans. A nip. I jolted. He found my cockhole. Licked it. Slid in and out of it. Suddenly, I was in his muzzle. His head bobbed and rocked. His cheeks bulged. And though he couldn't go deep, he certainly knew how to work with what he had. With tiny swirls of his tongue against the soft underside of my member, he found my most sensitive spot in a matter of seconds.

My hands tore at the bed sheets as I writhed. My legs kicked, hooves scrunching the blankets to the end of the bed. His soft hands massaged the thick flesh of my ring. Fondled my balls. Waves of pleasure radiated from my groin.

He swung around, kicked a leg. A foot passed over my head. I looked up. The dog's red penis hung a half inch from my nose. It was the hottest six inches of flesh I'd ever seen. A clear drop dripped from the pointed tip, landing on my nose. Reaching up, my hands grabbed his cheeks below his tail and I forced him down. The dalmatian's cock touched my lips, slipped into my mouth.

I sucked and thrusted. He thrusted and sucked. We fell into rhythm, our bodies moving as one. My penis went completely ridged. Veins bulged. Muscles strained. I shuddered as I thrust, trying desperately to force myself farther into the dog. My cock flared. The steady stream of pre-cum gushed into a torrent.

"I'm gonna...A.J., oh god...I'm gonna...I'm..." I said around the dog cock. His balls dangled against my nose.

The grip on my shaft became vice-like as he squeezed away my orgasm. He sat up. Shook his head. "Oh no you don't... Not yet." I bolted up, grabbed the dog-boy by the shoulders and yanked him to me. I shoved my muzzle to his, kissing furiously as I wrapped an arm around him. I could taste myself mixed with him. My hand drifted to his balls. Cupped them. I gripped his penis. Rubbed it against mine.

"I want you to mount A.J. and finish in his lap, Peter," the bull called out.

I looked A.J. in the eyes, ignoring Tony. "Fuck me doggy-style?"

He grinned. "Doggy-style. You got it."

The Dalmatian pulled away again, rocking onto his haunches. He leaned forward and his length disappeared into his muzzle. He tugged at his knot. After a few long sucks, he drew off of himself. His red cock glistened.

"What are you two doing?" Tina asked.

I dropped to my hands and knees, turned my back to the dog. He lifted my tail. His tip pressed against the hole beneath it, slicking me with pre. He pushed. The head slipped in. I gasped.

"You ok?"

I nodded. Took a breath. I pushed back and he took the que, inserting himself into until his knot rested firmly against my tailhole. His paws settled on my hips and slowly, gently, he began to thrust. I bucked into every thrust. He spread me a little wider. Our balls touched. His cock tapped my sweet spot. I melted. Beneath me, my cock twitched. Pre spurted, soaking the sheets between my legs.

A.J.'s grasp grew into a crouch as he fucked me from behind. His arms moved from my waist to my front, locking me in place. His pace quickened. His paw drifted to my penis. He rubbed the hole with his thumb pad. Tickled the underside with his claws. Again, he hit my prostate. I clamped down around him as I shuddered.

"So...fuckin'...close." He gasped. Short breaths. Pace quickened still. The dog drew back, then slammed himself against my rear. Then again. And again. The underside of my balls was soaked with his pre.

With a final shove forward, A.J. tied me as I bucked into him. He tapped me again. I snorted. My cock flexed. I cried out in ecstasy as thick ropes of cum shot from me, hitting the headboard in thick wads that slowly dripped down. As I thrashed, A.J. rode me. With a final "Holy fuck!" he lost control. His cock spurted and pumped, filled me with his seed. His paw grasped my shaft. Rubbed me frantically as his length pushed against my prostate. "Oh fuck!" I yelled out as I bolted straight up. My cock slapped against my belly as I blew another load. It hit me under the chin and dripped thickly to my chest.

I collapsed forward, A.J. on top of me, inside of me. Tied to me. I was huffing. He panted, tongue lolling from the side of his mouth. The dalmatian nosed my ear. "That was the best fuck ever, hon."

I nodded. It was all I could do.

The bed creaked as Tony settled on the edge of it. "Well, the part's yours if you want it." He ran a finger under my chin, then held it up. It was covered in white sticky goo. He wiped it on the bed. "And you didn't tell me you're multi-orgasmic."

"You didn't ask," I snorted.

He patted me on the shoulder. A.J. too. "Go get cleaned up. Very nice performance. There's chemistry between you two. It'll be great for the film..."

(***)

A.J. and I left the studio together around 9:30 that night. We walked slowly, enjoying one another's company.

"You make one hell of a mess, you know that?" the dog said.

I shrugged. "What'd you expect? I'm a horse."

"Oh, that you definitely are." He stopped. Took my hands into his own, held them. Looked me in the eyes. "So do you want to give it a try?"

"Absolutely, hon. Absolutely," I replied as I leaned in to kiss him.

He withdrew.

"What?" I asked.

A.J. began to laugh. "Well, our 'official' first date will be tomorrow night, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Are we both really that easy? We've already fucked and we haven't even been on a date yet."

We laughed together. I pecked him on the nose. "Well, we can change that. How about dinner and a movie, then my place?"

A.J.'s eyes lit up. "Hell yes!"

We wandered off into the night, hand in paw.