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“Almost...”

“Rrrff, just a cut of this angle here...”

Wyler had his paw held over Jonah's, guiding the wireless mouse on the editing bay to finish their rough cut together. They just had to insert one more shot from the media library into the timeline and cut it properly. Of course, they did this as Wyler was knotting the African wild dog's ass, the two fucking passionately as they edited, bent over the mouse and keyboard in a union of sex and post-production. This was their usual film editing process, a way to stay in the erotic headspace of their work and keep from being too professionally removed.

Jonah Merchant, the canine in question, had been editing Wyler's work since they first met back in film school. They started out as dormmates, then boyfriends, then amicably broken-up friends, then best friends, and finally coworkers/casual fuckbuddies. In their early college years, they worked on various student films together, and the two's creative sparks remained in sync ever since. Jonah knew Rudd Wyler better than anyone. Now, Jonah was having the time of his life editing Wyler's latest masterwork: the first ever filmed transformation porn of a human turning into an anthro.

“That's it!” yelled Jonah, as Rudd's cock hit his sweet spot at the same time they found the right moment to cut to their final shot. “Rrrrright there! Yes! There's the spot rrruff!!” Jonah's tongue panted out of his muzzle as they reached the culmination of both their work and their rut. Wyler was the only canine who could get him to bark like a feral that easily. The African wild dog howled as the rottweiler came inside him and their paws let go of the mouse to finalize their first cut.

As they were both awash in the glow of orgasm, the monitor played their last edit: rising star Hunter Prey being bred by her Mommy Doe, cutting to close-ups of the bunny's face basking in the glow of change and purpose and domination. Doe's muzzle entered the frame to whisper the final line into the new rabbit's ears: “You're mine now, sweetheart. Mommy loves you.” The two canines were feeling just as satisfied as their stars, stuck together while they waited for Wyler's knot to deflate.

Jonah gasped for breath. “This, here? This might be your masterwork.”

“Tell me about it,” Wyler said with genuine pride. “I didn't realize how creatively stifled I was until this human came along.” He had told his editing partner the whole story of how Julie introduced them to the human world and helped them find Hunter for their project. The wild dog was flummoxed before reviewing the dailies himself. The footage was proof not just of human existence, but of the entire Ruttweiler staff creatively firing on all cylinders. Jonah felt honored to be included in this project and wished he could sit in on a shoot to see the human in action someday.

“So how are we gonna break the news to Jeremiah? I'm sure he'll be pissed to hear you and the whole crew did all this behind his back.”

“He'll see why when we screen him the film. The finished product speaks for itself.”

“What finished product?”

The two canines nearly jumped out of their pelts at the familiar voice. They turned and saw Jeremiah Stud standing by the door, staring unamusedly at the two knotted dogs. The bull snorted hot air through his nostrils, brows slanted into pure anger. “I leave you guys alone for one week, only to find you signed a new actor and spent our production budget without my permission?!”

“Stud, lemme explain,” Wyler said as he attempted to dislodge his knot from Jonah's rear. It... didn't work. “Can you give us a quick five?”

“THIS IS THE LAST STRAW, WYLER!” the commanding bull's voice boomed along the acoustics of the soundproof room. “All this reckless spending behind my back! And after I told you we were on the verge of bankruptcy! What the hell kind of game are you playing??”

Both interlocked canines backed up as the bull stamped his large hooves toward the duo. His anger scared Wyler enough to quickly deflate his knot and step in front of his editor to protect him. “Cool it, Stud! If you let me explain, you'll find that I did everything you asked.”

“And what's that? I'm all ears.”

“Saving the studio. You wanted the next big thing? Me and my team worked like hell to give it to you on a silver platter.”

The bull turned to the monitor, seeing only looping footage of Doe breeding a cute lady bunny. “Is that it? What the fuck's so special about this, they're just rutting normally. And is that the 'new star' you and my dipshit lawyers signed while I was away? It's just an ordinary fucking rabbit!”

Wyler smirked, ready to pull out his ace in the hole. “Not just an ordinary rabbit.”

---

The past few days have been a whirlwind for Terry Slate. Being financially stable changed everything, allowing him to prioritize his life and focus on his studies properly for once. He walked through campus with renewed energy and pep, diving into his biology studies with quickness and ease, allowing him more personal time to get his new life in order. Part of that was finally buying a laptop for himself to get his work done much quicker (no more 8 hour sessions at the school library) and a search for new single bedroom apartments he can afford with his new windfall. But that was far from it.

Terry's time in the anthro world had imbued him with a new outlook on his own life. The young man knew that even coming back to his world, he would just be a human in physical appearance only. Inside, he was forever marked by his time spent as a female anthro bunny porn star. Now, even amongst his fellow humans, he started going by he/they pronouns both on and offline. Speaking of online, he joined a furry website, now fascinated by the ways human culture interpreted anthros compared to how they actually are. It was a shame he had sworn to keep knowledge of their world a secret, as he now knew quite a few people who would enjoy a visit to the parallel reality.

That said, he couldn't come up with a fursona of his own. He had still only transformed into one species, one he very much enjoyed being but knew wasn't truly them deep down. There were still more transformations to experience, and they couldn't wait for them to come and unlock more puzzle pieces for their sexual and gender identity.

His sexual appetite had also grown more voracious, fantasies now matching the life-altering experience he had with Doe Adira. It was sometimes a problem during school lectures. One time, he imagined his professor and classmates turning into a variety of species and starting a class-wide transformative orgy. The human was surprised by just how much the anthro world had rubbed off (heh) on him, unlocking an openness and hunger that he had to work hard to tamp down amidst the more conservative human populace. In a way, he was still Hunter Prey deep inside.

Thankfully, most of his studies helped distract him from his new urges. In fact, with the Fall semester almost over and holiday break looming, Terry was able to sign up for next semester's courses, and the first ones he made sure to get into were Queer Studies and LGBTQ History. Now that he was in porn and playing around with gender presentation and sexual orientation, he figured it would be nice to gain a more intimate understanding of a culture he once looked at from an outside lens. The human was so eager to start educating himself that he even asked one of the professors if he could sit in on a lecture, to which she agreed, happy to help a now-questioning student on the start of his queer journey.

Terry entered the classroom, grateful to be given this opportunity. Immediately, they said hello to as many students as possible. “Hey, I'm Terry Slate. Nice to meet ya!” “So how's the class? Is it hard? You guys get a lot of homework?” “Oh, I never heard of that one! I'll look it up.”

The young man realized he'd never been this social and open before. It was almost scary how different he was from the cold, hardened human male of last week. Well, that's why he was taking this class, after all. He went to the next student he could introduce himself to:

“Hi, my name's—” He stopped short as soon as the student turned around.

It was Carla, his ex who broke up with him earlier this week. She looked just as shocked to see him as he was of her.

“Terry?? What are you doing here?”

---

Wyler, Jonah, and a good chunk of the crew were waiting in the hall outside the editing bay, footpaws tapping anxiously as they awaited Jeremiah's verdict. Among the crew were cameraboar Pete, fennec production designer Nick, script supervisor hawk Flissa, audio gator twins Mila & Gayle, and feline composer Jordana, who was the only calm one among the group, diligently working on the film's score on her laptop.

Doe and Julie barged into the hallway. “We came as fast as we could!” the cat exclaimed.

“I'm sure Stud's gonna be saying as much when he finishes the rough cut,” Doe chuckled to herself.

“Doe, this is serious! What if he cancels the project?”

“Julie, you gotta have a little faith. This was all your idea after all.”

Julie nodded shakily. “Yeah. Yeah, what does he know? What we made is good. It's hot stuff. If he doesn't see it, he can go to hell!”

“Okay, maybe dial it down a bit.”

Wyler spoke up, “He's been in there for an hour and a half now.”

“Seriously? It's a 30 minute rut film! Does it take him that long to come now?”

Jonah the editor cut in, “We watched only five minutes with him before he kicked us out of the editing bay. He genuinely didn't believe the footage was real. I think he's scrubbing through the timeline looking for seams and effects. Tch, he's gonna be searching a loooong time.”

“Ugh, stubborn bull. We give him gold and he immediately chomps the coin... that's what gold appraisers do, right?”

Julie huffed out a deep exhale. “This was my idea, wasn't it... What if he doesn't believe us and we all get fired because of me?” The cat trembled in place, the weight of the studio's fate crumbling over her shoulders.

Wyler gave Julie a long headpat to calm the stressing feline. Such a gesture was usually reserved for intimate relationships, but the whole crew had been through a lot to get this picture made. He felt it warranted it, and Julie purred, feeling better. “If that happens, it won't be your fault. No matter what he does, I'll be sure to take the fall for everyone in this room.”

“Aw, Wyler, don't say tha—”

“_ Muhhh...” _

Everyone's ears perked at the noise. Jordana, who usually keeps to herself while buried in her headphones, takes them off and speaks first. “The hell was that?”

“_ Muhh... MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” _

Silence filled the hallway... After a long beat, Doe was the first to speak up,

“I guess he finished it.”

Minutes later, Wyler finally opened the editing bay door to see how the bull was doing. Inside was Jeremiah, slumped on the chair, panting and mooing with exhaustion, the monitor and keyboard stained with bovine cum. While everyone stared at him in shock and awe, only Wyler saw the gravity of this moment. Jeremiah Stud was always a tough cookie. Sure a solid product would get him to cum, but he'd usually remain very composed, dominant, stoic. Now here he was, reduced to a defeated, mooing cow. This wasn't just good news. It was proof that this film was going to be huge.

“My workstation!” Jonah exclaimed. “And how the fuck did we hear you? These walls are soundproofed, man!”

“Muh... How...?” Stud asked between heavy breaths. Everyone was quiet, unsure what he was saying. “How did... you do it...?”

Wyler smirked. For once in this longtime business collaboration, he was the one who held all the cards. “Do what, Stud?”

“You know damn well what... Who the fuck... is that human??”

---

Terry could hardly pay attention to the lecture, staring at Carla the whole way through. Apparently, she was a Teachers Assistant for the Queer Studies professor. She had mentioned doing TA work to him before, but never that it was for a class like this. Professors didn't just pick TA's who were hard-working and diligent. They had to be studying the field themselves, possibly even be majoring in it. Carla had never once mentioned an interest in LGBT stuff, not to mention she looked incredibly uncomfortable knowing Terry had found her here, catching uneasy glances at the human male every so often.

When class was finally over, Terry stayed while the other students left. It was just him and Carla now, the professor asking her to look over some essays while she took a lunch break. Neither human knew what to say to the other. It took a long while before Terry attempted to break the ice.

“Soooo, did I pull a Costanza?”

Carla cocked her head. “Sorry?”

“You know, George Costanza on Seinfeld? He was such a bad lover he drove multiple women to the lesbian persuasion. Was I that bad?”

Carla chuckled, for once feeling easy in Terry's presence. “No, you were fine on that front.”

“'Fine'? Heh, that's encouraging... I gotta say, though, you never once mentioned being into Queer Studies the entire time we were together.”

“Yeah, uh... Let's just say I wanted to keep certain things about myself from dad and uncle.”

Terry could only guess at what that could mean, but on a deeper level, he understood why she was secretive. Carla was the heiress of a multi-million dollar media company. It was her who hooked him up with his previous job working for her uncle, one of the Thornwood Brothers. Since childhood, she was groomed to take over the company along with her older brother to keep it a family empire. Carla was always uncomfortable when talking about this subject, not really connecting with her rich blood family. It was one of the reasons they started dating, her rejecting all the various wealthy suitors her father set her up with.

In Terry, she saw someone authentic, unsheltered by the real world. He was a breath of fresh air in her stifled existence. Now it seems that there was more she kept guarded, not just from her family but everyone else. She claimed to be majoring in business. Hell, that was probably the line she told her parents while sneaking out to do her real studies. Whatever was actually going on, it seemed she was under more pressure to keep up appearances than previously assumed.

Terry could only respect her privacy. She'd tell him about it when she was ready. He had to trust her on that. “I get it. You gotta do you, y'know.”

“Yup, pretty much,” Carla responded uncomfortably. At the very least, she trusted Terry not to say anything. He was always chill. “What about me? Did I, uh, make you question some things?”

“Heh, well...” Terry couldn't tell anyone the truth, not even her. What was he supposed to say? Yeah, I got fucked by a herm deer woman and became a bunny girl for a day and now I'm thinking I'm not as straight or cis or human as I previously thought? Definitely not. At least not yet. She'd have to respect his privacy as much he was respecting her's. “I did take stock of a lot of things, after we broke up. But it wasn't because of you. It was... a long time coming, I guess.”

“Well... I'm glad. You already look much better. Hell, you're glowing now!”

“Thanks. I'm doing pretty well. In fact, I already found another job.”

“Seriously?! Fuck yeah!” she playfully pounded his shoulder with her fist. “See, I told you you'd get back on your feet! I just didn't think it'd be so... quick.”

“Heh, me neither, I was as shocked as you. I guess I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.”

“Awesome. Sooo, what's this cool new job? Tell me all about it!”

“It's, uh... It's a secret. For now. Hell, you wouldn't even believe me if I told you.”

“Ooooh, okay. Well I'll keep a tight lid on your money laundering operation, then.”

“Haha! Yeah, I think my boy Slippery Jimmy can trust you to keep your mouth shut.”

They laughed together. It had been so long since they laughed like this. Terry's heart skipped a beat. He thought Carla was history after their break-up. It was crazy how something as simple as finding a steady source of income could take the edge off a relationship. He thought he had no one left he cared for in this world. Though he figured they wouldn't start dating again, it felt nice to finally have a cherished friend back on the other side. He wanted to rebuild trust with her. It would be important to have a friend in the human world to keep him sane while he waited for his next project at Ruttweiler.

“Seriously, though,” Terry dropped his jokey countenance. “I want to tell you all about it someday. I really do. But it's...”

“Private,” Carla finished. “I feel you. You'll tell me when you're ready.”

Terry smiled and nodded to her. “Exactly. When we're ready.”

---

Jeremiah sat in stunned silence, having now heard the entire account from Wyler and the crew. Everyone sat in one of the apartment sets, turning it into a makeshift living room to discuss the future of the studio. Wyler, Pete, Jonah, Doe, Julie, Jordana, Nick, Flissa, Mila and Gayle all sat in a circle with the bull, waiting with bated breath for his verdict.

“So, instead of showing this discovery to authorities, scientists, anyone of note... You used a dimensional rift to a world of humans to make porn.” The bull chuckled. “See, this is why I push you, Rudd. I tell you to shoot for the stars, you build me a time machine. I should've known you'd bring me something good.”

“Save the praise, Stud,” Wyler deadpanned. “What happens now?”

“Well, I would like to confirm this 'rift' of yours, but I have a feeling you won't tell me shit.”

“That's right. It's Ms. Chung's discovery, and she wants to keep interactions to a minimum for the sake of avoiding an, uh... interdimensional incident.”

“And it's of utmost importance that we protect our new star's identity,” Julie interjected. “When we release this film and people inevitably start asking questions about how we found Hunter, we need to stick with the story.”

Jeremiah shrugged, “And that is?”

“That he stumbled here and can't go back to his world,” Doe added. “We can't let anyone know there's an accessible rift. Nobody else knows the rules of how the transformation works. Officially, he's a guest in our world, and lives a private life earning his keep with us. No one can know about his other life.”

“I understand,” the bull nodded. “Hell, it'll be good for business too. Other studios will wanna compete with us after a bombshell like this. They can't if it's readily apparent that we have something no other production company can get their paws on.”

“Tch,” Wyler scoffed. “Always got your eye on the dough, eh, Stud.”

“Hey, you're lucky I'm not turning you guys in to the Department of Intel.”

Pete raised his hoofed hand. “Sooo, that's it? Ruttweiler Pictures is saved?”

“More than saved. In fact, I say we put all our budget on this. Make a big splash for our comeback.”

“How so?” asked Wyler.

“Well, we still got four days before mating season starts officially. Enough time to shoot another special.”

“Another special??” Wyler and everyone else's ears stood up. “You want us to make our own double feature?”

“That's right. We gotta go all-in, make this an event. Don't get me wrong, the footage we got is great, but it's simple. You're introducing everyone to such a wild new idea that the rest had to be streamlined by necessity. The special following it's gotta show more of the potential transformation has. I'll get you more of a budget to go ham on production design. All youse gotta do is lay on the kink. Make it absolutely filthy. Put our new star through the ringer and show them what mating season's all about. Think you can do that?”

The whole crew went giddy in their seats, tails wagging excitedly. This was turning out to be their biggest project in the studio's history! “Will do, Stud!” Wyler exclaimed. “We'll notify Prey right away!”

“Yeah, just know you're still on thin ice, Wyler.” The bull's demeanor shifted from constructive back to his old, threatening self. “Next time you go behind my back, I won't care if you bring me a modern masterpiece. You'll be done. Got it?”

Wyler's smile dropped as quickly as it raised. He clenched his paw. Stubborn fucking bull, still needing to keep up his air of macho bullshit after the canine and his crew thoroughly put him in his place. The rottweiler had to keep his cool. They were so close to saving the company. He couldn't risk decking his business partner in the muzzle at this juncture. “Got it, Stud.”

The bull snorted in recognition before leaving. Everyone left on set stared at Wyler as he struggled to calm.

“Hey, don't let him get under your hide,” Doe affirmed to him. “You fucking did it. We live to see another day and make more smut.”

Wyler made a long sigh. “You're right. That's all that matters... Someone mail Hunter immediately. His next role is sooner than expected.”

---

Terry stared at the webpage on his new laptop. The apartment for sale was nice and modest. Nothing too ostentatious, a humble place to put your feet up after a long day of either studying or fucking. It also helped that he would be able to pay in cash, so there wouldn't be any pesky questions about what he did for a living. The place opened up and was ready to move into in a month, which couldn't come sooner as Terry's roommate started to ask some of the aforementioned pesky questions.

Like everyone else, the human's roommate Derrick noticed Terry's 180 in disposition and financial solvency. Derrick could guess that Terry was considering moving out, and he wasn't having any of it. Finding a roommate was difficult enough. Having to replace one in a short window of time was an even bigger hassle. He was also very suspicious of how Terry earned his new income. Every working person he knew was utterly miserable. Derrick himself was miserable working retail. How a shy, depressing guy like Terry went from getting fired to earning thousands in the span of a few days, all while wearing a huge smile, rang alarm bells in the roommate's head. Part of him considered looking into it, but he had enough problems to deal with as Terry angled to leave.

Terry wasn't stupid. He noticed his roommate's suspicions and realized how it looked. He had to be careful when doing this job. Having his own place wouldn't just be a nice thing to have, but allow him to tend to his new duties with security and peace of mind. Already, he could hear Derrick blast on his music, something the roommate refused to budge on when asked to turn it down. The young human couldn't focus like this. He exited the apartment and headed downstairs.

Now bored and unable to work on his studies, Terry began to chew on a piece of gum while going to check his mail. Inside was a pink envelope, the same shade as the one he received from the folks at Ruttweiler.

The human lit up before reminding himself, Derrick had peeked at his mail before. He'd have to tell his friends at the studio to maybe pick a better spot to leave their letters. But that could wait. For now, the human was excited at the prospect of already getting another notice from his new friends in the anthro world. He opened the envelope wearing an excited smile. It was Hunter's time to shine.

---

Terry found himself in a musty closet. Both times he went through the dimensional rift before, he was either drunk or unconscious. Going in completely lucid was a strange experience to be sure, stepping from light into shadow in the blink of an eye. At that moment he remembered: Ah, right! This thing is in Julie's closet. I'll have to be polite. The human knocked at the closet door. He heard a gasp from the other side.

“Hunter? Is that you??” It was the telltale lilt of Julie's feline voice. Terry smiled.

“Hunter Prey, at your service.” Julie swung the door open and wrapped Hunter in a long, fuzzy hug. Hunter giggled, his face tickled by the tufts of fur brushing his skin. “Heheh! Good to see you Julie!”

“Omigod, you too! Did you like the letter I wrote?”

“Loved it!” Hunter squealed. He couldn't help but act a little girly around Julie, the two having bonded over their transformations so deeply last time that it brought out a comfort and familiarity with the siamese cat. “I can't believe they're shooting another picture already.”

“Oh, the studio fast-tracked it. As soon as Jeremiah saw the rough cut, he thought to make it into a double-feature.”

“Awesome. I'm guessing that's a big deal in this world?”

“Huge. Usually, two rut films from entirely different studios or filmmakers are paired together. When two thematically similar films from the same studio and director are screened as one feature, it's a signal of prestige.” Hunter was once again amazed by this world's treatment of porn, having it screened theatrically with big premieres, presumably so anthros could start pleasuring themselves or rutting each other during the movie. The human was told that public sex was fairly common in this world, especially during mating season, and he was now curious to eventually see it for himself.

“So, we driving to the studio together?”

“Of course! I just have to—” The sound of a door swinging open interrupted her. She turned to the bathroom behind her.

A beautiful, nude female skunk entered, eyes closed while drying her headfur with a towel, a pair of buds in her rounded ears playing music. As soon as she opened her eyes, she stopped in her tracks, jaw dropped.

“Is that...?” The skunk ripped her earbuds out as she padded closer to Hunter. “Holy shit. You must be Hunter Prey.”

Hunter, still following human customs, covered his eyes to hide the skunk's well-sized mammers from his gaze. “Oh! I-I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't know anyone else was here.”

The skunk laughed and gently pulled Hunter's hands away from his face. “Hey, it's alright. Julie's told me all about you. Man, it's been so long since I've had another human bumble through that closet.”

“Huh?” was all the human could say before Julie stepped in to clarify.

“Hunter, this is Kiera. My girlfriend.” Julie announced it with complete pride. Kiera smiled sultrily at her kitten.

“Oooh, you really did miss me while I was away,” the skunk said, nuzzling her feline and bringing her to purr. “Can't wait to show me off to the first dimensional emissary that stumbles into our world.”

“Heheh, it's not stumbling if I invited them,” Julie trilled. Hunter watched, still seeing a new species of anthro with wonder and awe. The skunk's tail was so huge and fluffy. As a bunny, she couldn't really do much with her little pompom. The human imagined what it would be like to have such a luxurious tail, one that nearly took up the whole room with its length and volume. Well, when it came to tails, it was hard to beat a skunk's.

“It's nice to meet you, Kiera,” the human said politely. “How come we didn't meet last time I was here?” Granted, Hunter was pretty drunk when she returned to the human world. It's possible they did meet and he just can't remember.

“Oh, I was away visiting my parents,” Kiera answered. “It was nice, but damn, I feel so bad that I missed all of this. I usually come to watch most of Julie's shoots, I would've loved to see you two go at it.”

The feline blushed under her fur. “Kiera, I told you, Hunter was with Doe for that shoot.”

“Aw, really? Even though it was your perverted fantasy?”

“Kieraaa, not in front of—”

“No, I think Hunter should hear this.” The skunk turned to the new human in her midst. “You know it's always been Julie's dream to transform someone herself.”

Hunter could see his feline friend's ears turn red.

“That was a long time ago!” Julie retorted. “I was still new to this body, you can't blame me.”

The skunk chuckled, “I mean, you can blame me. I did, after all, turn you to the wild side, didn't I.” Kiera licked at Julie's neck. She loved when her pretty kitty was all flustered like this. Hunter's eyes widened, now knowing the skunk and cat's relationship was deeper than just sex. If Kiera was the one who transformed Julie and they've been together for this long, they must be incredibly close.

Julie needed to redirect before Kiera reduced her to a dripping mess in front of Hunter. “Never mind who turned who. I gotta take Hunter to the studio for their next shoot.”

Kiera beamed at that. “I'll drive you! Then I can really see the human in action. Oh, it's been so long since I got to see one of you get changed.” The skunk threw her towel off and dug into the closet for something cute to wear. “Wait,” she stopped and turned to the other two. “How did you get Hunter to the studio last time?”

Julie's ears drooped, “We, uh... had him in the trunk”

“The trunk?!” Hunter exclaimed. He was so friendly now with the anthros, he practically forgot his introduction to them involved drugging and kidnapping.

“Well, we can't do that again,” Kiera noted. Then her face lit up, having an idea. “Do we still have those paper party bowls?”

---

Hunter got a nice look of the anthro city at daytime for once. He wore a paper bowl over his nose and mouth with a little cat muzzle drawn on with marker. It was subpar, but would at least not arouse suspicion if seen from afar. The human was able to better examine the anthro populace as Kiera drove them around town, even getting to see a couple instances of public rutting. Ads on bus stops and billboards wished everyone a happy mating season while promoting helpful tips to keep safe while rutting. Even the ads unrelated to mating season left little to the imagination, as wolves with massive tits and panthers with enormous cocks were used to advertise the most benign products, from laundry detergent to chocolate candies. Well, it's not like sex didn't also sell in the human world either, even if to a lesser extent.

He often turned to find Kiera and Julie making fuckeyes and kissyfaces during red lights and stop signs. The two were very clearly in love. Hunter thought back to Carla, how they used to be when they first started going out. He wished he could properly introduce her to Hunter Prey someday, maybe even work his way up to showing her this unique world. It... wasn't very likely. He couldn't imagine a prim and proper heiress like her being chill around so much open debauchery.

Then again, he just learned of a whole other side to her that she kept hidden from everyone, him included. He thought back to what Julie said about wanting to share this gift with other repressed humans who weren't open to their true selves. Could Carla be one of those humans?

Hunter put it in the back of his mind as the car neared Ruttweiler Studios. Human problems could wait, for now.

---

Julie led Kiera and Hunter to the boardroom, where Wyler and Pete were on the whiteboard mapping out multiple scenarios for the next film. The male anthros turned to find the now familiar human enter excitedly.

“Hey, Prey!!” Wyler shouted. Hunter rushed in to give him a quick hug. “Welcome back! How's our favorite human doing?”

“Great, Wyler! I heard about the double-feature thing. That's awesome!”

“Aw hell, we couldn't have done it without you. Though, it ain't over until we premiere, so let's not celebrate too hard just yet. You making use of your cash?”

“Oh yeah. New computer, looking at new apartments, getting all my essays done faster and more efficiently than ever. All I gotta do now is study for my final and I can spend winter break carefree and content.”

“Ah, a break. You deserve it... Speaking of, any chance you'd like to spend your break in our neck of the woods? Mating season is nearly upon us and you haven't lived as an anthro until you've experienced mating season in its fullest.”

Hunter blushed at that. The human couldn't tell if it was just typical anthros being casual about sex behavior or if the rottweiler was not so subtly propositioning him. Not that he wasn't now open to it. With all the new sensations and urges that have swept him up since his initial transformation, he was now eager to continue exploring all the pleasures this world had to offer. Whatever it was Wyler was offering, the human figured it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot.

“Why not!” Hunter finally responded. “It's not like I have anyone else to spend the holidays with. I can't imagine a better reward for all my hard work than an extended stay here.”

“Oh, you'll have the time of your life. We can assure you,” the canine said with a wink.

Pete cut in afterward. “Hey! Where's my hug, by the way!” Hunter smiled and brought it in with the boar, happy to see him too.

"Great seeing you too, Pete!" he exclaimed. Then the human finally peered at the whiteboard. “What's all this?”

Wyler turned back to the board. “Ideas for the next film. Our boss hooked us up with a budget increase so we can go hogwild. No offense, Pete.”

The boar knowingly rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Anyway, the other directive we received was to go kinkier. It's not enough to just show a transformation and sex. We gotta go wilder.”

“Let me see,” Hunter squinted at the board to read. There were all sorts of kinks listed, some the human wasn't even familiar with. Like, he already knew of pegging, and he could guess at what 'paw worship' was, not so much 'throatknotting' or 'tailfucking'. “Wow, I... honestly don't know where to start.”

“Here's the problem,” Wyler said while resting a paw on the human's shoulder. “With how little we still know about the transformation process, there's no telling what you'll turn into this time, and there's no known way to influence it toward a desired endpoint. That'll make things difficult. We need a more specific scenario, but it still has to be generalized enough to fit with a multitude of potential species you become. It would be a little anticlimactic if we set up a whole bit about egglaying, only to have you become a kangaroo.”

Hunter perked up at that idea. Kangaroos have enormous tails, he thought. Boy, it would be cool to have a tail that big. Agh, wait, shit— He didn't respond to Wyler in time. His current tail fixation was muddling his thoughts. Gotta focus up, Hunter. This is your sophomore effort, your chance to prove the last shoot wasn't a fluke.

“For now, we'll have to stick to improvisation if we wanna adapt properly to whatever you turn into,” the canine continued. “We also wanna ensure you're comfortable. I know you may not be as open to some of our unique kinks as others. We defer to you, our star. What do you say?”

The human was at a loss. He was basically being given carte blanche over this next project. About as much control as he can have while still being unable to control his upcoming transformation. It was a lovely gesture, showing how far they've all come at trusting each other. He thought long and hard at what could best suit the project...

Hunter turned to Julie. Like before, the feline was giddy at the prospect of witnessing another transformation. In a way, he had her to thank for all that's happened. The whole thing was her idea, after all, and the human couldn't have gone through his prior transformation safely without her experience in the subject and her words of encouragement. If only he could properly thank her for all she'd done...

Hmm. Maybe now he can.

“I want Julie to head the next scenario.”

Julie's fur stood on end, ears turning red again. “What, me?” In the background, Kiera grinned, always enjoying whenever her pretty kitty was all out of sorts.

“We wouldn't be here without her, after all,” Hunter continued. “It's her idea, her fantasy. I want her to take part in that fantasy for once. Especially as the capper to our double-feature.” Julie didn't know what to say, both speechless and overwhelmed with emotion at Hunter's proposal.

Wyler nodded to himself. “I think we can trust Julie. She certainly has the wildest mind of us all. It would make sense to close the double-feature off with something straight from her filthy imagination. Anyone opposed?”

No one did, the room going silent as they waited for the feline's response. It seemed everyone was in agreement. Julie finally accepted that this was happening, that she could finally make all her dirty fantasies come true. The thousands upon thousands of words of smut she wrote online with fellow ex-human and current arctic fox Allison... they could finally be put to proper use. The once reserved Julie now smiled confidently. She'd trained for this her whole anthro life.

“I'll do it! And I know exactly what I want to do to you.” Hunter blushed, having never seen Julie take up such a commanding tone. A slight sense of worry set into the human, realizing he just signed his body up for whatever the horny kitty had in store. He gulped his misgivings down. This was for Julie. He wanted to repay her for all that she did, and by god he'd do whatever to make her happy... right?

Kiera chuckled to herself and leaned against the wall, tail swaying rhythmically. The little human had no idea what he was in for. The skunk rubbed her paws together, excited to see just what her kitten was cooking.