*ding dong*

The doorbell rang surprisingly ominously along the otherwise normal, cliché entrance to the house. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, a plain white door, brown awning stretching overhead, soft yellow paint plastering the exterior of the modest, single story home. Perhaps she was just used to seeing and hearing new Ring camera doorbells everywhere, but the echoing, ancient-feeling chime rang in Persephone’s ears. There was something just off about the place that she couldn’t quite pin down, perhaps she should-

“Good evening my canine companion for the night! How was the drive over? You find the place ok? Well obviously you did because you’re here and-” Before Persephone could have any further second thoughts about the arrangement, the door swung open to reveal its owner, a tall, black and white skinned dragon with a star-like pattern decorated on his shoulders. He was neither furred nor particularly scaled, but possessed a rather smooth, almost orca-like skin. All this topped with a poofy splotch of pale blonde hair poking in several directions, resembling some sort of punk-mullet hybrid. Finally, the foreboding figure possessed multi-colored eyes, with red irises and both blue and white sclera. He was wearing nothing but sweatpants and a tank top on, and smelled faintly of some kind of familiar psychoactive.

“Hi there… Zerrin was it?” Persephone interrupted mid-introduction. By the time she finished observing her host for the night, he was part way through his rant on the manipulative structuring of rideshare apps.

“Oh, right, sorry there, I got so caught up with introductions I didn’t let you speak, haha. You look, EXACTLY like what was in your profile you know? You look great! Wanna come inside?” the tall dragon gestured for the canine college student to enter the home. Despite her slight guttural instinct to call another ride back to her dorm, the shiba-shepherd could feel her stomach growling and she didn’t want to waste her stringbean budget on another takeout meal for the day. With this she gathered up the friendliest smile she could, and walked through the entrance to her venue for the night.


“Hope you don’t mind the slight mess, just been in the middle of brainstorming my next project, gotta keep those creative juices flowing always, y’know?” Zerrin explained. Walking in through the front entrance led to a modest living room, although Zerrin’s single bachelor lifestyle was clearly evident over the fact all there was for decoration was a TV on a dresser with a singular fold out chair for seating. Not a single coffee table, nightstand, or even flower vase in sight. However, glancing around the room and down the hall the walls were covered all the way across with movie posters, ranging from all kinds of films. Familiar blockbusters, generic horror movies, subjectively questionable independent films.

“You, uh, sure like movies huh?” Persephone inquired.

“Are you kidding? I can’t get enough of them! I have several volumes of Criterion
 Collection blu-rays, I participate in every sale, I’m watching films basically every night, you know my favorite director is Roman Penguinski! Can’t get enough of his work, you know in the Pianist-” the dragon started rambling. All Persephone could do was continue smiling in response and nodding with an occasional “Uh huh,” “no way,” or at times, both. She wasn’t much into film besides the occasional blockbuster but she agreed to go on this blind date arranged by her friend as part of a favor.

“Ashley owes me big time after tonight…” she muttered to herself. That would be the last time she got excessively intoxicated with her compsognathus companion

“...and that’s why he did nothing wrong! Anyway, you’re hungry, right? Follow me, the dining room is just around this corner” Zerrin proclaimed. With that, he led her down the hallway past even more posters and into a surprisingly decorated room, complete with a modest chandelier dangling over what appeared to be a carved wooden table, grand chairs decorating every side. Fine tableware topped the table as candles added to the illumination of the room, elaborate silverware and plates holding finely marinated and beautiful roast, it was a fully laid out feast! Persephone was caught off guard immediately by what was being presented to her, and not a single movie poster in sight! “I uh, hope you like meat” Zerrin added. Glancing at the dragon Persephone noticed he had a renewed warm presentation about him, smiling at her and gesturing for her to take a seat. She snapped out of her small trance and set her bag on a chair adjacent to one pulled out for her and began to take a seat,

“I-... this this amazing! How long did it take you to-”

“Oh about 2 hours in total, it’s really the roast that took the longest and was the most difficult but the potatoes took a while too. The vegetables were obviously easy and while I was debating on making a batch of corn, I decided against because corn is-”

It struck Persephone that this tendency would occur frequently regarding any topic for the duration of the night.


After she picked out her first plate of food, Persephone lifted her fork and raised a piece of roast to her mouth before she felt a hand grab her wrist

“Hold on, we can’t start a meal without a toast!” Zerrin exclaimed, as he held up a bottle in his other hand.

“Oh, sorry I don’t drink-” Persephone replied, still caught off guard by the hand gripping her wrist.

“Why not? You’re 21 aren’t you? Ashley told me prior, of course I wouldn’t offer without checking, haha. And if you’re worried about getting roofied or anything, it’s sealed, look!” The dragon held up the cap closer to her face so she could glimpse at the very firmly sealed bottle of wine in front of her. “I don’t really get much company around here, so I’ve been saving this bottle for a special occasion!” Persephone pondered it over for a minute, she admittedly had been craving for some form of liquor in her system since the last long while it was in her system, and her tight funds didn’t allow for many solo purchases at the moment.

“Alright, maybe just a glass or two..”

“Excellent!” Zerrick cheered! With that he ripped off the seal and popped the cork and poured two glasses for each of them. Sitting back down he raised his own and gestured to his guest. “Cheers!”

“Cheers” Persephone reciprocated. As she raised her glass and closed her eyes she could feel the cool, fruity liquid flowing down her throat. Already she could feel the liquor reaching her immediate nerves, sending a welcoming tingle down her spine. She opened her eyes and let out a sigh of relief, it had been a minute before she had anything of this quality in her body.

“So Persephone, what is it that you study?” Zerrick inquired. Persephone looked back towards the dragon, who appeared much more soothing to her eyes than before. Most likely attributed to the alcohol but perhaps because of the way he sat, arm and clenched fist holding up his head as he gazed at her. His unique eyes peering at her with the most welcoming form of intrigue.

Setting down the glass and picking up her fork, Persephone replied, “Oh just Economics, nothing too exciting. This quarter is starting out hectic, I’ve been needing to get out. What about you? I see that you’re into movies a little, Ashley mentioned you make some?”

Zerrick’s eyes brightened. “I thought you’d never ask! I started out making slice of life dramas, they began to bore me after a while though. That and most actors kept quitting within a week of filming, never knew why…” The dragon carried on recalling his filmmaking journey, but as best as Persephone tried to listen, a different kind of tingle began to buzz around her body. Her vision became increasingly fuzzy as the dragon faded in and out of focus. She squinted and took off her glasses to quickly wipe them off with a napkin, but when she placed them back on her vision was still fuzzy. “...comedies didn’t pan out either and seemed like the last option, including nature documentaries, I mean they don’t even have actors!” Zerrick continued, “I was out of work for a while and searched for openings all over, and then one day, I stumbled on this website you see…”

“Yeah that’s um, that’s nice… what, what was the name of that wine we drank again?” Persephone slurred out. She began to feel off balance, yet she wasn’t even done with her first drink.

“Oh! It was a sealed bottle made a while back for aging, it’s… my own personal concoction~”

Persephone paused at the end of that sentence. Personal mix? She felt a chill run through every vein in her body. She thought back over to just a few moments ago, she didn’t exactly recall ever seeing Zerrin’s own cup touch his lips, but now even that recent detail was becoming murky. She needed to leave, immediately. The young woman reached out and grasped with her arms to lift herself up and out of her chair, using both it and the table for support.

“Where are you going? I didn’t even get to tell you about my current gig with that company I found!” Zerrick proclaimed.

“I don’t… care! I’m getting… the fuck… out of here…” Persephone panted. Her breathing was becoming increasingly labored as she made her way away from the table and towards the wall. Every step akin to the feeling of walking over a tightrope. Stumbling into the wall and crawling across it and around the corner, she once again caught sight of the door. It was just back down the hall. She steadily made her way over, gripping and leading on the posters that hung across. They did not make gripping the wall easier.

“That website I found was one of those what you’d call a, red room, one where you film some uh, not so broadcastable things~” Zerrick persisted. His voice rang across the hall and she could hear him moving towards her. She quickend her pace as best she could, but the toxin impairing her coordination caused her to slip and fall because of this. While she was becoming so increasingly numb she didn’t feel the pain of the floor, she could certainly feel its cool temperature accelerating her freezing sensation. Lifting up her torso she glanced up and noticed she could reach the door, as she lifted her arm as high as she could, the doorknob just beyond her reach.

“The best part about these red rooms is, while I still gotta work with actors, I have a lot more involvement as a director. Sometimes I get to mutilate em myself on camera, sometimes I just film the aftermath. Now… I wonder… what exactly shall I do with you~” Zerrick was effortlessly strolling towards the canine laying on the floor, still grasping for the door, and for life. She gave one final effort, reaching and stretching her fingers as far as she could before the cold caught up with her exhaustion. Her arm fell to the ground with a light thud as her vision was no longer blurring but now darkening. She sensed a pair of hands grab her side and pull her over, the same force that grabbed her wrist earlier.

“I will say Persephone, I think you will be one of my finest pieces yet~ I do hope you had a lovely evening, and I thank you.” The last thing she saw before darkness enveloped her was the same, smiling face of the dragon she was staring at a few minutes ago. Only, there was no longer any warmth, only darkness as her final thoughts faded away.


“Alright camera’s all set up and we are good, to, go!” Zerrick exclaimed. The dragon moved around to take a look at the laptop setup adjacent to the camera. The webpage was loaded in already and simply needed a button to start. Just before he was about to click start he glanced at the time and noticed that he was 30 minutes early to his scheduled time. While he could start early, the payout didn’t necessarily align with how long he streamed, only what the viewers donated on top of the steep entrance price. He thought for a second on what he should do.

“Well… while I could save everything for the stream, all that I promised was a peek at what’s happened, I also haven’t recorded something for just myself in a while,” he figured. The college student was laid on a bed in front of him, footwear removed yet still wearing what she wore prior to her arrival, her face settling into a calm, near slumber-like appearance. If anyone were to walk in, they would very likely assume she was just sleeping.

“Besides, you’re a bit too cute for most of those degenerates from the stream~” he cooed as he made his way past the screen towards the girl, pressing record on just the camera for the moment. He strode to the side of the bed and mounted it, already fully nude. “That mask I have to wear is too hot for any real enjoyment anyway,” he said as he brushed his hand by her hair. I was a silky black collection of strands soothing to the touch, her body still radiating little heat by this point. He picked off her glasses and set them to the side. While they were absolutely adorable, he didn’t want to ruin such a cute accessory while removing the rest of her clothing.

“My my, such a natural beauty that muzzle of yours is, extremely photogenic my dear.” Zerrick could feel his blood pulsing around his groin, his member already beginning to stiffen a bit “We haven’t even gotten to see the rest of you and I’m already getting invested in our chemistry~” Pushing past his growing desire, the dragon lifted up the dog’s torso, ever so gracefully flopping forward due to her lightweight and his significant strength. Leaning her over her stomach, Zerrick reached down and lifted up her sweater over her head, revealing a pink t-shirt with some Greek insignia on the back. “Oh dear, fraternity girl were you? Well that reminds me of all the great frat movies that were made, Beta House, Old School, Animal House, Monsters University-”

One by one, each piece slowly came off the snuffed out student. Her pink shirt revealed a cool purple bra. The tight fitting jeans on her slim legs covering a matching pair of colored panties. As he unhooked the bra, Zerrick could feel his member getting more and more hard. “Oh dear me, it seems I’m getting ready for our scene sooner than expected my co-star~” slowly, the bra fell to Persephone’s lap, revealing a ripe, modest pair of breasts sitting atop her chest. Moving downward, the dragon’s claws curled around the shepherd's waist and gently pulled down the last article of clothing, showcasing her ripe, seemingly untouched pussy. “What’s this? You never had been with another before? Oh my, that means that… I’d be your first?” At this point Zerrick’s cock was fully throbbing with anticipation over his soon to be scene partner. As he tossed the last covering aside, he quickly looked up and down his guest. Her beautiful, light blond fur shone in the faint moonlight through the closed blinders, a singular lamp adding to the illumination. She looked so at peace, as if she were carved from a renaissance artist. “Oh deary me, the composition you’re going to give would make Weasel Anderson squeal like a child!” Zerrick said. “Speaking of, I went over what kinds of films I did but I never mentioned what my particular directorial inspirations were! Well we’ll have the whole night to ourselves, plenty of time to go over the full list!” As he was saying this. He adjusted himself to be near spooning the shiba-shepherd, moving his hand down her thigh and gripping onto her leg. Lifting it up he created a window for his mast to slip through and against her own groin.

“Let’s see, when I first started out I of course went for heavy dialogue centric character pieces like Scorsese, then there was- wait!” Zerrick exclaimed, as he quickly dismounted the canine, ,letting her lifted leg plop back down onto the bed. “I think I changed my mind on how you should appear for our closeup my dear,” as he reached out and grabbed the glasses that were placed onto the nightstand. There, perfect, now, where were we, oh yes…” As he once again lifted the canine’s leg, placing his member right at the entrance to her womanhood. Brushing past the labia her soft, cool skin felt endearing to his tip, as he was finally about to begin his scene.

“After Scorsese I went for a… *grunt* Rat Howard approach to comedies” as he was mid contemplation he pushed past the labia into the student, feeling her soft skin envelope his cock with such a perfect fit, her insides still cooling and rigor not yet setting in. “Once that didn’t work out I moved on to… *moan* Zemekis adventures… oh my.” Once he reached his full length, her small body felt inviting over every inch of his shaft, he pumped out and back in slowly, but steadily, jiggling her whole body, including her teardrop, quaint breasts, eyeglasses bobbing up with every beat ever so slightly. “..and… and then I got a little funky with… oh… Eggers… horror…” His beat increased steadily, the pup’s entire body bobbing with it, like a perfectly synchronized symphony. Her leg thumping within his hand, his cock throbbing with anticipation, ready for the climax of the scene at any time. “And then… oh then… towards the end of my… ‘standard’ affair, I got my chance with a… local production studio… and I got budgets…” Zerrick closed his eyes and accelerated even further. The whole bed shook with the force being generated, Persephone’s eyeglasses nearly wiggling loose as her entire body forcibly bounced to Zerrick’s rhythm. It was time “I created supernatural teens who fought in gangs… then a film about a lonely woman with fractured identities… then… my magnum opus… an… film where an industry worker wakes up in paradise… only, it was all, a DREAM-” He could hold back no longer, warm fluid flowed out of the dragon’s cock and into the college student’s body. White cum began flowing out of her and slowly dripping onto the bed. The recollection of his storied past the perfect spark to match the kindling the dog’s shapely body had provided. Zerrick opened his eyes slowly, sighing as he did so as he took a glance of his handiwork.


“That was when I went through what I like to call my Lynchian phase…” he continued, before popping out of the girl’s cunt. “Oh my, I don’t think I ever mentioned it, but you’re such a good listener my dear~” he sighed. As he exhaled he looked back up towards the pup’s face. Still so serene despite the prolonged violation she had endured over the past few hours, her face squished against his own palm. He adjusted her glasses, although the offset angle somehow looked even cuter. He smiled. She would make a fine stream indeed, even further, perhaps he’d contact that one wolf necromancer he met one night in a chat room. Her price was steep, but he figured this pup would be worth it. For now, he had a room to entertain, as he grabbed the mask sitting by the laptop, and went live.