'Filthy Fantasy™' by .creature and Witch Time <3

[.creature]

The studio was nestled amongst a series of numbered, concrete buildings in the corporate zone of the city. Upon entering the building, Starling would be greeted by a pleasant looking goblin woman, wearing your a typical office attire. She offered him a wide smile as she introduced herself.

"Heya, hun! My name is Chloe, I am the HR liaison for Filthy Fantasy™. My job is to make sure you are taken care of and treated fairly. If you'll just follow me, I'll show you to the casting room!"

Chloe would waddle in front of Starling. The pair would follow a winding hallway, the pale white walls were adorned in large framed pictures of some of their most popular productions, ranging from elven milfs perving on their step-sons, to goblin gang-bangs and so on. Finally after passing a series of offices and production rooms labeled with numbers, the pair would end at an empty, barebones office, with nothing but a crusty looking black couch, a plain wood desk, and a camcorder, it was pretty on the nose for a casting couch.

"Well, this is our stop! Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, sweetie. The producer, Mark, will be in shortly.:

A few short minutes would pass as Starling sat quietly on the uncomfortable leather couch, each shift causing that rubber-like groan to sound out. Hints of sweat and cum could be noticed in the stale air, the bright fluorescent lights buzzing over head, making for an uncomfortable ambience. Finally, the door would swing open, and through it came a tall anthro-mouse who was presumably Mark.

"Hey there! You must be the applying model, Sssss... Starling, right? I'm Mark! The one that is going to be conducting the cast today! I'm a producer and writer here, responsible for a lot of the 'Twelf' productions."

He extended his hand to Starling, offering the elf a limp wrist handshake before sitting behind the desk. Grabbing ahold of the camcorder, he would adjust his glasses as he powered it on with a beep. The red light flashing on before he set it down, aiming at Starling once more.

"Ah, there we are. So, why don't you introduce yourself for the camera so we know who you are, and follow up with a little bit about yourself and your motivation for joining the adult entertainment industry."

From behind the camera, Mark would watch Starling intently, his gaze occasionally dipping down as he undressed the petite little witch with his eyes.

 

[Witch Time]

The industry was always something that Starling had been curious about, but it was strictly outlawed in the small convent of elves he belonged to. However, one often meets their destiny on the paths that others may take to avoid it, and lo and behold, Starling had been accepted as a trial member at Filthy Fantasy, the land's top adult entertainment platform, and he was ready to get dolled up to the nines to impress his higher-ups, and display his pucker and coinpurse sack to the masses.

Each passerby in the building would notice Starling's getup, thick black lipstick and eye liner accenting his plump lips, one that many would be dying to pry open and... I'm sure you can finish that for yourself! On top of that was a pair of tight gym shorts with a behind that didn't quit, as well as a pair of thigh highs, his thighs threatening to spill out of the confines. He'd practically sink into the sofa, making it his home with a wistful sigh. This was it! He was in the headquarters of Filthy Fantasy - and it was only up from there!

It did take a good while, but eventually, after a not-too-agonising wait, the producer for his particular division of the studio would enter the room - and he was exactly as you'd expect a porn producer to be. Seedy, socially awkward... But he seemed nice enough. He wasn't running out of there just yet. The handshake he gave was weak, Starling could probably outrun him if it came to it. But this wasn't the time for that. The interview is starting.

"Mmm... Well, if you insist. My name's Starling Deluxe!"

(Clearly not a pseudonym.)

"What can I say, hmm... Well, I came from a pretty strict convent. They'd tell us not to watch Filthy Fantasy. Like, by name. I think if they'd made it more vague, it'd worked, but... The first thing I saw was a lady getting creamed by a minotaur, so naturally, I was kinda curious." He'd let out a giggle. "Truth be told, I have actually tried getting off once with one of the guys from the convent. But I mean, he couldn't even give me a six-inch when I reeeeally needed a couple of footlongs, you know what I'm sayin'?" A few sultry chuckles would leave his mouth as he attempted to distract himself from the leering gaze of the mouse. I mean, he wasn't his type, but he was about to see all of Starling's body in due time.

 

[.creature]

The corners of Mark's lips curled into an amused smirk as he watched Starling through the viewfinder, doing a quick pan up and down the petite elf's form, showing off those juicy thighs that would make such perfect handles for a big, hung beast to grab ahold of before reaiming at Starling's face, which would undoubtedly become a much bigger mess in time~

"Starling Deluxe.... very cute. Though your convent certainly won't approve, our audiences love a good boy turned naughty~ heh..... As for your appetite for... 'footlongs' a lot of our models are packing.... speaking of.. we have a little surprise for you today, maybe my friend Shadow here can help satisfy your appetite~"

On que, the door would suddenly swing open, stepping through the door was an enormous, seven foot two stallion. His skin was a glistening obsidian pigment, his rippling muscles flexed as he closed the door behind him. Shadow's silky charcoal colored mane flowed gallantly behind his head as he turned to face Starling, his snout opening into a wicked smile, flashing the petite elf all of his sharp, pearly white fangs. Perhaps most notable of the figure that now loomed over the small, pale elf, was the enormous equine cock folded over a pair of fat, plump orbs that promised gallons of cum~, pink at the tip and black at the base it was absolutely glorious. An intimidatingly impressive length of eighteen inches and six inches of girth, it could easily handle a tribe of orcish women, let alone a small, frail elven twink. Thick veins wrapped around the shaft, pulsating as the hot, steaming member throbbed violently. Thick ropes of oil like pre-cum oozed from the glans tip, as Shadow put his foot on the arm of the couch. Reaching his long, bulging arm out, he would wrap his thick fingers around the top of Starling's head. Pulling the tiny twink with startling ease, his fat member would be planted firmly on Starling's face, his tight balls pressing against the others cheek. An intoxicating musk would suffocate the elf as Mark stood up with the camcorder, coming in close to film the scene unfolding. Shadow's cock truly dwarfed the elf, drooping over the other side of the elf's face, radiating an intense heat.

"Mmmh, another elven twink to wrap around my cock..... I can't wait to paint your pretty face in my cum~"

Shadow said, his voice deep and gravelly with a slight hiss, as he began to slowly pump his cock back and forth across Starling's face, dragging the elf's features as ropes of pre--that were probably about the size of a full load from the elf-- oozed onto Starling's pale skin, lubricating his face as Shadow used it to jerk himself off.

"Well Starling, the stallion certainly seems to like you, is that the biggest cock you've ever seen? Now face to face with what you've been craving, what fantasies are you hoping will be fulfilled today?"

 

[Witch Time]

Whatever unease Starling had at the leers from the mouse mere feet from him were soon to vanish. He'd jump slightly as the door behind him jolted open, physically reeling. Yet, as his eyes finally scanned the figure of the dark-skinned stud, before finally settling on the fucking massive rod that demanded his attention, those nerves were quelled. Holy shit, they looked even bigger in person. He wouldn't even flinch or reel away from the huge hand placing itself on his head. The leathery rod now directly against his cheek was exactly what he was there for. And he couldn't be happier. Starling didn't make any efforts to adjust, simply alternating his view between staring directly up at the stallion and his big black horsecock and the lens aimed directly at his face. The glorious helpings of pre-cum would start to force the elf's make-up to run, black streaming ever so slightly down from his eyes and lips.

"Between you and me, I didn't even let those fuckers get a piece of me..." This was a surprise he was leaving until the last minute, but-- wait, does that mean...

"You're gonna be my first~."

Legends had it that elves could take basically any size, but this was the first time that a virgin elf had come along and willingly allowed themselves to be plowed on camera for the world to see. Of course, he'd put fingers and toys up there to practice, but never the real thing. That was going to change.

Gazing back towards the lens, Starling's hand would reach up and place itself firmly around the horse's member, aiming to work as another surface for the beast to thrust through, addressing the camera as the stallion's fat sack slapped against his face with each thrust with a subtle but audible PLAP!

"Well, I wanted to come here so that all the elves at the convent know how I'm doing. And who I'm doing." He'd move for the first time, planting a sloppy kiss on both the pink tip and the hefty sack, a black lip mark staining both, before returning to his position with the weight resting on his head. "This cock is bigger than all of you put together. And he's going to fuck me. Not have sex with me. Not make love. Fuck me." Another giggle would leave his lips, spending a moment to think. "And I've never really came from fucking myself alone... I think that's a big one, y'know?"

 

[.creature]

Starlings plump lips were practically made to worship Shadow's big, juicy cock. It twitched as the other wrapped his slender fingers around it, puckering up those glossy, black lips to press against the tip. As he did so, thick, oily precum would spurt onto his pale skin, dripping down over his lips before they were planted on the heavy, musky balls. Shadow flared his nostrils as his gaze fixed on the little twink. The way his precum stained starlings pale skin and smeared his runny makeup made that equine cock throb all the more. It was time to give this elf bitch exactly what he came here for. Turning Straling's head to face him, Shadow would slowly drag his member down the others face, a long rope of black precum trailing behind, until that swollen, glans tip was pressed snug against the boy's puckered lips.

"A virgin?! Heh... it'll be my absolute pleasure to break you in! Watch those teeth, faggot!~"

Shadow growled, before giving the small elf's head a firm jerk, spreading those plump, juicy lips apart with his cockhead as he stretched the boys mouth around his girth. Precum continued to spurt from the tip at an alarming rate, that steaming hot, oily jizz quickly filling the narrow pockets of Starling's mouth that weren't preoccupied with the fat cockhead that had been stuffed inside it. The deliciously slimy cum had a savory taste, much more earthy as opposed to the typical overwhelmingly salty flavor, it had intoxicating properties that acted almost like a strong liquor, numbing the victim's cerebral cortex and dampening their senses. Mark got a close up shot of Straling's lips wrapped airtight around the crown of the stallion's cock, small spit bubbles squeezed their way out, harboring a black hue due to the precum that was being constantly pumped into the elf's mouth. For the stallion, Starlings mouth was unnaturally soft, an aspect many elves were rumored to have shared, like silk, the tight walls of his cheeks and slimy muscle squirming beneath the underbelly of his shaft sent waves of pleasure rolling over the beast. Pheromones began to flood his pores, driving that natural instinct to fuck and breed wild! Mark pulled back, sitting on the desk behind him as the bulge in his slacks grew slightly. But Mark didn't matter, nothing except pounding this filthy little twink into oblivion mattered.

"A virgin? My, this will certainly excite audiences! Do you like sucking cock, Starling? Is this truly the first dick you've ever had between your lips? What would you tell your convent after having seen this? IS blowing that equine cock all you thought it would be? Do you think you'll be able to fit that whole thing inside of you?"

Mark was a bit overzealous with his barrage of questions, an intentional choice. He wanted to see the small elf struggle between choking down that fat meat stick, and answering all of his perverted questions. It made for a better production and was just down right hot! At this point, the precum had completely overwhelmed the elf's petite cum recepticle, ropes of it were dripping from the corners of his mouth as Shadow watched with immense satisfaction, letting the elf work his member until he was ready to bury him in a heap of hot, sticky jizz.

 

[Witch Time]

The sultry smurk Starling was rocking would be exchanged for a look of surprise as the horsecock flexed, before having it removed from his face - even moreso when very little power was needed to turn his head and jam his fat head into Starling's mouth, with the twink's eyes shooting open wide. From that point, it didn't take long for the effects of a mixture of the stallion's breeding capacity and Starling's natural elfin instincts to show in his person. Spittle started to drip from his lips, down his shirt and all over his figure, girlish moans began to fill the air... Even the suckling sounds of his black-clad lips and tongue swirling around the flared tip filling his mouth could be heard by each figure in the room, as well as the future viewers of the imminent oral and anal destruction. Starling's hand would move once more, but in a move to entice the viewers even more, and to pleasure himself - his fingers would slip beneath the hem of his shorts, completely neglecting the pindick and going straight to his tight pucker, finger circling around the rim. His shorts, however, would remain on, in a move to replicate those sizzle reels to pad out the first 5 minutes of pornos where the hotties would act all sexy and hard to get - only to have their clothes literally ripped apart and stomachs bulging in cum within the next half hour.

A loud gasp would fill the air as a thick rope of spit formed, lips pulling away from the length as a hand bought up to enthusiastically pump it with a quick rhythm, loud SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK sounds sounding out with each jerk. Black lipstick covered the girthy appendage, dripping in gooey spit, the floor beneath the two already covered in a potion of spittle and pre-cum. He'd turn to the camera, shifting over to position his not bright red face beneath the horse's sack and beastly length, nuzzling his face into it before receding and pulling the length up alongside his face once more.

"It is~. And it's not gonna be the last~." Exhausted breaths separated his words. Mere minutes before, he'd look virtually identical to the elf at the convent, just with a change of clothes. Now, however, red accents glossed his cheeks, black ran down his lips and eyes from the running make-up, and he was virtually inseparable from an 18-inch, rock-hard horsecock. "To all my old friends... I want you to watch how happy this makes me... and how happy you could be worshipping beasts like him~." He'd look back at Shadow, grinning ear to ear with a cheeky wink.

"I want you to break me. Fucking ruin me. For them."