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The next day on the set :D :D :D

"Alright guys, we're making progress." The fox sighed, readjusting his cap, leaning on the camera. "Just have a few more things to do, and this'll be hitting the shelves." Trystan grinned, looking over his shoulder at Barlone. Everyone else was getting ready to shoot the next scene, the cameramen and other behind-the-scenes people got into their positions. "Ready? And...... cue music! Dim the lights!" Another voice came over from the other side of the room, but couldn't be heard over the music. Everyone who wasn't acting slipped on a headset."Trystan," a voice crackled over the radio. "We are rolling."

The bar scene was extravagant, lights flashing, the vibrant colors bouncing off of the horse's silver fur. His hooves clip-clopped across the floor, barely audible over the blasting beats. As he passed by the center of the bar, he noticed a fox sitting all by herself. Everyone else was either dancing, or getting in some heavy action. "Hey baby, you lonely?" His voice was deep, strong. "I could give ya some company."

Trystan focused on Amber, slowly moving up from her legs to her stomach, past her chest, coming to rest on her beautifully made up face. "Hey, bring down the lighting on Vance and Amber. Don't put too much focus on the background characters." There was a small hesitation before the lighting subtly shifted. A porcupine from the sound group tapped his headset, and the music changed from the bass filled to a slower, more sensual melody. Now it was up to the Foxxx.
 
Amber's mind was hardly on the film. She was plotting on how to create another situation where she can bring both Jenny and Trystan to the same location get them drunk and fuck them. Ironically this sleazy act was her way out of the industry. Vance had said his line and she was few seconds delayed. She looked over to Trystan to see him gesturing to say her lines, she quickly snapped up and turned Vance in character, blinking seductively at the stallion.

"Why yes." she smiled gripping his huge cock through his pants "You could."
 
Trystan raised an eyebrow, glancing over to the pitbull. Johnny shook his head but waved it off, signalling for everyone to continue filming. "Alright, we're going on. Keep those camera's steady." A grin played across his face as Amber made her move. "Bring up the backlighting." The lighting shifted again, strobe lights flashing behind the duo.

Vance chuckled, grabbing her hand, his wirey tail swishing behind him. "Ah ah, not so fast, little fox." He grinned, sitting down slowly and resting an arm around her. "2 Jack and Cokes." He sighed, running a finger through his silver hair. His deep brown eyes glistened, smoldering. Before long, he leaned in, kissing her deeply, pulling her close while moving a hand in between her legs.
 
Amber moaned as the horse locked lips with her, his long tongue rotating with hers in their linked mouths. Amber spread her legs, resting the arch of her strappy, open toed high heels on the foot rest of the barstools. She moaned again, guiding his hand into her womanhood, past her extremely sheer thong.

She arched her back and moaned looking toward the camera and closing her eyes, her moans soft and girly, so unlike her personality, yet still so seductive.

"You can put more than one finger if you'd like." she moaned, blushing
 
The horse grinned, pulling away from the kiss to allow her to talk. "Hm... well, since you said so..." Slowly, he moved her thong to the side and plunged three fingers deep within her. "Moan for me." He kissed her again, using his free hand to work her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. While he went on, he felt himself pitch a very noticeable tent within his pants. With a devious smile, he added a fourth finger, kissing her, deepening it as he slipped his hand under her shirt. Suddenly, he withdrew his hand from her womanhood, positioning himself between her legs. But instead of meat, she was met with fabric. He was going to drive her wild, grinding hard against her, using both hands now to assault her breasts.
 
Amber arched her back and screamed, quickly covering her mouth so the rest of the club didn't hear their romp. She lifted her shirt up, revealing her bare chest, with perfectly sized natural breasts and the perkiest, cutest nips most of the men on set have ever seen. She looked into Trent's eyes and moaned kissing him, petting his shoulders as her womanhood was ground hard against by the horse's, no doubt, thick and long member.

"Ooooh baby, fuck me." she moaned into his ear "Right here. On the bar."
 
Vance chuckled, lifting her legs so they rested on his shoulders. He pulled his pants don just enough to let the massive meat jump out. It throbbed powerfully against Amber's entrance, teasing her once again. "Alright love, once in clothes to warm up, then we can get real down, dirty, and loud." The horse grinned, slowly penetrating the fox, steadily pushing into her until he was hilted. With a devious grin, he pulled out and slammed back into her. "Moan, but no screams love. Let's see if people notice." He chuckled, sitting down and repositioning himself so it looked like Amber was straddling him. The song changed to something vigorous, filled with energy.
 
Amber gripped Vance's shoulders, feeling him buck insider her, his massive horse cock thrashing her soft, wet pussy. She licked his lips, sticking it in his mouth and kissing him deeply, moaning and cursing into his mouth as her body leaked a heavy amount of her clear, hot spunk onto his gigantic horse cock.

"Ooooh fuck," she moaned loudly as the beat picked up and his hips moved faster, she turned and saw Barlone making a gesture toward his throat, telling her to be more vocal. Then she looked at Trystan and though of him. "Yes! Fuck my pussy yes!"
 
Vance moaned, cursing under his breath, bucking hard into her. When he felt something running down his length, he smiled and slowed, tearing off Amber's top, and her skirt. He pulled out, standing her up, his cock still throbbing. "Well, let's see what you can do. Undress me, and we'll continue from there." He grinned, flashing his pearly whites at the camera.

Meanwhile, when Amber had looked at the fox, and Trystan knew she was looking at him because a camera sure as hell couldn't make her do something like that, he almost lost his balance. He began to get hard, but managed to supress it before it got out of hand. "Damnit Trystan, get a grip. Just calm down...." He took a deep breath, and returned to the viewfinder, zooming in on Amber's face, and her god-sent gifts.
 
Amber ripped off Vance's pants and began deepthroating his cock as hard as she could. Its mass pounded into the back of her throat all most as easily as Trystan's. She moaned and gagged simultaneously on the rock hard shaft, moaning Trystan's name inaudibly to all but herself. She then kissed him from cock to mouth as she carefully took off his shirt.

"mmmm, so good." she moaned onto his lips before kissing him and straddling him. Her eyes looked at Trystan, not the camera but him.
 
Trystan couldn't help himself this time. Before he fell off the camera, he locked it so it wouldn't move. He hit the ground hard, causing the pit to stand, his face contorted in anger. The fox sighed, shaking his head as he got back up and climbed back onto the camera. "Ugh, that was a nasty fall there foxy, you okay?" The German Shepard's voice was playful. Trystan nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, but Amber's shooting me dirty looks. Makes my knees weak ya know?"

Vance groaned loudly, making heads in the crowd turn as he rammed himself down into the other stars throat. Every time she moaned, his length vibrated, and it just felt too good for words. He blinked as Amber kissed him, tasteing himself on her lips as his hands grabbed and squeezed her bare butt. "C'mon honey, put more vigour! Gotta give this crowd something to watch," he said, licking his lips.
 
razerwing said:
Trystan couldn't help himself this time. Before he fell off the camera, he locked it so it wouldn't move. He hit the ground hard, causing the pit to stand, his face contorted in anger. The fox sighed, shaking his head as he got back up and climbed back onto the camera. "Ugh, that was a nasty fall there foxy, you okay?" The German Shepard's voice was playful. Trystan nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, but Amber's shooting me dirty looks. Makes my knees weak ya know?"

Vance groaned loudly, making heads in the crowd turn as he rammed himself down into the other stars throat. Every time she moaned, his length vibrated, and it just felt too good for words. He blinked as Amber kissed him, tasteing himself on her lips as his hands grabbed and squeezed her bare butt. "C'mon honey, put more vigour! Gotta give this crowd something to watch," he said, licking his lips.
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Amber dropped to her knees with a violent thud and shoved the massive, thick length down her throat again, gagging on it as she licked his balls looking up at him and moaning. She backed away, sucking hard on the whole length as she did before popping off the cock and circulating her tongue around the tip quickly. Vance's cock was soon drenched in precum and spit. She spit on him again and licked the hole before taking it all in, fingering her...dry pussy? How could she be dry, this horse was sexy and huge... but... it wasn't enough...
 
Trystan saw what was happening almost immediately, but luckily one of the other cameramen called it out before he did. Barlone made a chopping motion across his throat and everything was quickly cut. The pit took long strides, his jowls bouncing. "What's wrong Amber, yer killin' me!" The pit shook his head, looking at Trystan. A light suddenly came across his face, at first understanding, and then anger. "You...... the party! What the fuck did you do to my star you little son of a bitch!" He grabbed the fox by the throat, lifting him in the air. "You ruined what could possibly have been my ticket out!" He drew back a heavy arm to strike, but Trystan was quicker. Although his arms weren't as strong as he'd liked, he had the legs of a jackrabbit and as Foxxx knew by personal experience, a strong core. Trystan brought his knees crashing into Johnny's gut. The pit dropped him hard, but both were still standing. The German Shepard tried to step in but Trystan waved him off. "I'm done being treated like shit Barlone. It isn't my fault I'm like this. But enough is enough." Johnny growled, swinging a haymaker, which the fox nimbly dodged, countering with a heavy kick to the midsection. "You hired me. You brought me into this job, and now I run quite a bit of the camera crew, even though my pay hasn't changed. You sit on your ass and yell at interns." The crowd that had surrounded the two rumbled in approval. Vance, after getting a new set of clothes, stepped in, standing next to Trystan.

"Barlone, I don't think that the fox is the problem. It could be anything and you well know that. And even if it was the cameraguy, that's no reason to choke him. If you wanna fight, stay in your own weight class." Trystan looked up, relaxing slightly. Well, good to know somebody had his back. "Now, let's get back to shooting this film. I'd like to finish this." Barlone still looked pissed, but finally gave in. "Amber, talk to your boytoy."
 
Amber stood and immediately charged at Barlone, willing to take him on in a fight. Vance wisely held her back and engaged himself, knowing that Johnny would have no problem swinging at a woman. Amber could only watch and feel her heart sink as the two men fought over and about her.

"Stop" she screamed, the crackle in her voice barely allowing her to yell. "Please leave him alone!"

She could not be heard over the commotion on set. Finally Barlone backed off and allowed Amber, half naked and uncaring, to run to Trystan, her high heels making it very difficult to move quickly. "Damn shoes," she murmered, finally locking arms and lips with Trystan.

"Are you okay???" she frowned, petting her furry head "Did he hurt you?"
 
Trystan kissed back passionately, holding her close for a minute before allowing her to talk. "Yeah I'm fine. Neck hurts a little but what are you gonna do?" He smiled, looking around. "Amber. I get the feeling you really like me. And if I had the chance, I'd show you just how much I really like you. But we have a film to shoot, and whether I like it or not, we both need to do this." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Ah, that came out wrong. I'm sure you don't need this, but I do. And as much as I hate saying this, so does Barlone. So, we need to find a way to get this shot done."

He sighed, looking deep into her eyes before looking cheerful. "Well, the longer we wait, the more behind we get. We need ideas." The German Shepard came up behind the fox, scareing him half to death.

"Trystan, Johnny calmed down. He wants to talk to you real quick." The fox nodded, following the dog. They talked for a bit, just low enough so Amber couldn't hear. Barlone said something that made the fox shake his head and blush immensely. "I'm not sure I could do that!"
 
Amber's ears perked up and she heard just enough to make her mood spark up. She put on her silken robe, pussy already secreting at the naughty ideas and she walked gracefully over to Trystan and Johnny.

"Hello Gentlemen," she said seductively "If this involves the shoot don't you think the star deserves a little bit of knowledge?"

She turned and smirked at Trystan slapping him on the ass briefly.
 
Trystan yelped when he was the subject of a one sided game of 'Slap Ass', looking down with his ears flattened nervously against his head. Johnny, with a large grin on his face, spoke up for him. "Your little fox here has decided to help out with the shoot." Trystan looked up, eye big, round, and cute. "Amber, I-I'm not sure I can do this. The bar.... that was in front of a crowd. A certain number of people, and although there was a film camera there, underground porn is for those who are desperate." He nodded to the set. "Millions of people are going to see this....." He looked down again shamefully.

Johnny shook his head. "You're doing it boy. Either that, or you're out." Trystan looked up at the pit, blinking away disbelief. Then, the Shepard came out.

"Go ahead foxy. Saw this one comin' from a mile away." Vance looked a little miffed though. Trystan still looked like he was on the verge of nervous meltdown, his ears twitching every now and then.
 
Amber smiled at Vance for his courtious bow down.

"Thank you darling." she smiled turning back to Trystan, biting her lip and running her finger up and down his chest. "Don't worry baby, you're great. You'll knock 'em dead. Besides, I'll walk you throught the whole thing."

She smiled deviously, biting her finger. She wanted to fuck him so bad that she felt this shoot would be for pleasure, not work. He was so cute and shy, the exact opposite of her, and the perfect match in bed.
 
The fox took a deep breath, looking around, the blush visible through the white fur that dominated his face. He took a quick step forward, bringing her close into his arms and kissed her quite roughly. When he pulled back, he was only slightly relaxed. "T-top or bottom? Which am I playing?" he asked, meaning to look at his feet, but catching an eyeful of Amber's breasts. He couldn't help but press a little closer to her, feeling her breasts press hotly against his chest.

His heart was trip-hammering in his chest, and he was quite sure his fox could feel it. What if he messed up? What if he came too early? He'd watched numerous stars fuck each other for numerous hours, out-matching his current amount of stamina. But looking down, he realised his sexy little star could care less, and that helped. He planted another deep, hot kiss on her lips before slowly making his way out onto the set.
 
"Come on!" shouted Barlone clapping his hands together "Save that shit for the after party, we've got a film to complete. Take your possitions on set, we're going live in 5."

"Top, of course." Smiled Amber holding his hand and walking him to the bar. "You know the script right?"

Amber dropped her robe and began redressing, her tail poking out from a minor hole in her panties and skirt. Her golden legs were long and sensual, her curves perfect and her face made up and flawless.

"Its simple, just pretend I'm Jenny." she said sarcastically with a little wink and took up her possition. "Get to your place we'll be rolling soon."
 
The fox nodded nervously, making his way out to his position, grabbing a quick shot from the bartender and downing it. "Alright, ready. Let's shoot this thing." The music started up again, the lights dimmed, the crowd started moving. The camera's weren't on him yet, so he took another shot before he made his approach. His fox was sitting there, alone at the bar. Trystan took his seat, a confdent grin on his face. "Hm, you look lonely, foxy. Mind if I keep you a bit of company?"

The fox grinned at the vixen, his hand resting on her thigh as he took a drink. Johnny couldn't be too pissed. After all, this part called for a big, muscular horse, not a fox of his size. Oh well, changes in scripts were neccessary sometimes. Besides, no doubt this would seem more real than, if not hotter than, what it would be with Vance. His hand rubbed small circles into her thigh, pretending as though nothing was happening.
 
The kinky, orange vixen crossed her legs and sucked on the olive in her martini. She licked the pemento pit and moaned while her real-life fox lover approached her at the fictional bar.

"Why yes, you may join me." she smiled, giving him a sexy smile before sucking the olive off the toothpick. Amber looked into his eyes waiting for him to deliver his lines. Her thin panties began absorbing massive amounts of her juice. She tried to conceal her moan before it was time but she just might need to break character and fuck this gorgeous, masculine Todd.
 
He grinned widely, watching the olive disappear behind her lips. He could feel the heat emenating from her. "Hm... Someone's a little excited huh? Mind if I help with that?" He wasted no time, and from the corner of his eye he saw Johnny sit back in his chair and relax. Interesting. He leaned in, slowly, his hand moving until it rested right on her panties. With a small, lustful growl, he kissed her roughly, rubbing her through her undies. "Oh, you're going to enjoy this foxy." He shuddered, resting his free hand on her breast, kneading, massaging all while his lips ravaged hers.
 
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