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Today's story is a continuation of \"Cheesy Encounters\" where our needy pizza girl has barely made it to her destination. What adventure awaits our heated Pantyliss and disheveled Kobold? Read and find out! Just as a general reminder, I write my stories so they can be enjoyed without having read the previous entry, although it may enhance your experience.\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Hello, horny readers! Today's story is a continuation of "Cheesy Encounters" where our needy pizza girl has barely made it to her destination. What adventure awaits our heated Pantyliss and disheveled Kobold? Read and find out! Just as a general reminder, I write my stories so they can be enjoyed without having read the previous entry, although it may enhance your experience.

Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "\nDavo's fingers, thick and padded with a soft undercoat of red fur, hovered over the mouse, clicking refresh with a series of hollow taps. Each time the screen flicked back to life, his hope waned, morphing into a bitter acceptance that no digital hiccup was to blame for the dismal numbers staring back at him. Since the move from the island to this new concrete jungle, his viewership had taken a nosedive, plummeting like a stone in deep water. The recruitment efforts fared no better; his once magnetic allure now failed to pull even a single new actress into his fold despite promises to outbid any rival offers.\n\nThe weight of disappointment settled heavily on his broad shoulders, causing them to slump just a fraction before he pushed himself up from the chair. His tail lashed behind him, its powerful muscles tensing and relaxing as he strode across the room, the thud of his thick leg muscles betraying his frustration. Davo reached for the cabinet, its wood cool against his paw pads, and retrieved a bottle with a label as dark as his mood. He uncorked it, the sound sharp in the quiet room, and poured a generous measure of the smoky liquid into a glass.\n\nThe drink hit his throat like fire, scorching a path down to his stomach, a fierce contrast to the cold stirrings of defeat within. As he savored the burn, the buzz of his phone snatched his attention. He fumbled the device with a clawed finger, bringing up the notification that had intruded upon his solitude. A knot formed between his brows, reading about the postponed company bash--the one bright spot on his dire horizon now cancled due to weather.\n\n\"Bloody hell,\" he growled, the Aussie twang coloring his words with a rough edge, \"what the fuck am I going to do with all the pizza I ordered?\" The thought of canceling crossed his mind, but a sudden rumble from deep within his frame interrupted. It was a clear protest from his neglected appetite.\n\nHe sank into the worn leather couch, his eyes skimming over the pizza order confirmation on his phone. The sheer quantity of food ordered for the now-canceled bash sparked a grim chuckle, a momentary respite from the gloom.\n\n\"well, at least I won't go hungery,\" he said with a wry smile, finding humor in the feast meant for many now destined for just one.\n\nWith the weight of his situation bearing down on him like a predator poised to strike, Davo slammed the phone onto the table, its clatter lost amidst the dense silence of the room. He took another swig from the glass, letting the harsh tang of the alcohol settle into his system, a feeble attempt at numbing the gnawing stress that chewed at his insides. A weary exhale escaped his muzzle, the warm breath fogging the air for a brief moment before dissipating, much like his fleeting hopes for a successful launch in this new territory.\n\n\"Perhaps it's a blessing,\" he muttered under his breath, the words barely audible as they wove through the thick red fur around his jowls. The delayed company shindig wasn't just some social gathering; it was a covert evaluation by the higher-ups, their keen eyes watching every move he made. With no fresh talent to showcase and the interest in his work dwindling faster than a puddle in the Outback sun, Davo knew he was cornered, his back scraping against the rough wall of failure.\n\nA thick finger pressed the laptop shut, the soft click echoing his resignation. Three days--just three bloody days stood between him and utter professional failure. The task loomed over him, casting a shadow that darkened his already dim prospects. Find an actress, shoot a film, edit the bloody thing...\n\nBefore the thought could fully form, the doorbell cut through the tension, its ring sharp and insistent. It was the pizza. He rose from his chair, muscles coiling beneath the red fur of his powerful thighs, the tail behind him twitching with irritation, Davo couldn't help but feel a twinge of relief. Food--a simple pleasure, but a comfort nonetheless.\n\nBut first, he needed to feed the beast growling in his gut. Picking up the phone again, he thumbed the app that connected to the doorbell camera.\n\nDavo's eyes were nailed to the pixilated image dancing on his ring camera's screen. The creature it captured was pure Kobold, petite in size but oozing an aura of command that belied her stature. Her scales, a dazzling blue sapphire hue kissed with alabaster undertones, shimmered under the harsh glare of the porch light, giving her the surreal appearance of a living sculpture hewn from precious gemstones. She was blessed with a voluptuous lower half, her hips and thighs generously proportioned. His mind began to churn out scenes for potential flicks - oh, the films he could craft featuring this lass! With that thought spinning in his head like a crazed hamster on a wheel, he snapped his phone shut and made a beeline for the door. hell-bent on getting her on his crew.\n\n\"Get it together, Davo,\" he chided himself internally as he willed his legs to carry him to the door faster, He stopped right outside the door and squared his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt stretching taut over the muscular landscape of his chest, and briskly ran his paws through the rich red fur that crowned his head, grooming himself with quick, practiced motions.\n\nHe whispered, \"It's showtime,\" as he flashed a seductive smile and readied himself to pounce on the opportunity that had just presented itself at his doorstep.\n\nThe door groaned open, and a tidal wave of heat rolled in, not the warmth of the warm summer nights air but the intoxicating musk of female arousal. It was a smell that wrapped around him like a boa constrictor--tight, suffocating, and oh so fucking enticing.\n\n\"Fuck,\" Davos muttered under his breath, his voice rough as gravel. His primal urges surged, fierce and feral like a cornered predator, yet he wrestled them down, He couldn't afford to blow this opportunity.\n\nHis eyes, those sharp orbs honed by years of industry cunning, roamed freely now, taking in the sight of her--The Kobold, decked out in a scrap of fabric that masqueraded as a skirt, was nothing short of sinful on her juicy ass. A Dick's Pizza tee strained against the onslaught of her breasts, The flimsy material waged an unending war to keep those tits under wraps, hugging her body like a desperate lover clinging to their last shred of sanity.\n\nGritting his teeth, he reined in the beast that threatened to tear through the thin veneer of professionalism, forcing it down with a ruthlessness borne of necessity. His smile, when it finally broke free, was one part charm, two parts predatory confidence--a grin that had opened many doors and smoothed over more than a few bumps in his career.\n\n***~~0~~***\n\n\"Dick's... P-Pizza...\" I choked out, my voice a broken record as I craned my neck, straining to soak in the sight of the colossal kangaroo. His fur was a heady shade of rust red that clung like a lover's touch to his physique, exuding a raw, untamed masculinity. \"F-fuck... I need a Dick's... party special,\" I blurted out, the words tumbling from my lips before I could reel them back in. \"Fuck! No, no...I mean Dick's Pizza...shit!\" My intentions of correcting myself only succeeded in further tangling my tongue and tossing me deeper into the pit of embarrassment.\n\n\"G'day\" he voiced out, a sound that danced around my ears lingering in the space between them like an echo.\n\nHis deep, gravelly voice pierced through the haze of lust that had ensnared me, jolting me back to reality like a bucket of ice water to the face. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog of desire that clouded my vision, my chest heaving as I fought to regain control over my traitorous body.\n\nDavo's amused grin stretched across his muzzle, exposing a flash of white teeth against the russet backdrop of his fur. His eyes, those piercing blue orbs, sparkled with mirth, drinking in my flustered state like a fine wine. He leaned against the doorframe, the very picture of nonchalance, his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest, the fabric of his shirt straining against the bulging biceps.\n\nDesperate to escape the intensity of his gaze, my eyes darted around the entryway, searching for anything to latch onto, anything to distract from the heat that pooled in my belly and the dampness that gathered between my thighs. They landed on a camera, nestled on a table just inside the hallway, its sleek black body connected to a charging cable.\n\n\"Is that a Fugimax?\" The words tumbled out of my mouth, a lifeline thrown into the sea of awkwardness that threatened to drown me.\n\nSurprise flickered across Davo's face, his brows arching upwards, disappearing into the thick fur that crowned his head. \"You know your cameras, sheila,\" he remarked, his tone a mix of admiration and curiosity. He straightened up, uncrossing his arms, and took a step closer, his large frame looming over me, his scent - a heady blend of musk and male - invading my nostrils.\n\nI swallowed hard, my throat suddenly as dry as the desert in summer. \"I-I dabble,\" I managed to croak out, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears, high-pitched and breathy. \"Photography, videography... it's a hobby of mine, well was a hobby of mine. I can't really afford a proper camera and have to settle for a phone.\"\n\nDavo's eyes narrowed, a calculating gleam entering their depths. His tail, a thick, powerful appendage, swayed behind him, the red fur catching the light from the hallway. \"Is that right?\" He mused, his words a low rumble that vibrated through my chest. \"Don't underestimate what you do with a good phone; some of my first videos were shot using phones,\" he said. His eyes distant, as if looking at something only he could see.\n\nMy heart stuttered in my chest, a hummingbird trapped behind the cage of my ribs. \"Videos?\" I echoed, my mind racing, trying to piece together the implications of his words.\n\nAs Davo's lips curled into a lingering, predatory grin, the gleam of his sharp canines caught the dim light. Just as he was about to let words escape from between those teeth, an uncanny symphony of guttural growls echoed from our stomachs, interrupting the silence. The unexpected duoett sparked a wild laughter from him that bounced off the walls.\n\nA moment of silence followed, filled only with the sound of our stomachs growling in unison. Davo's eyes flickered from me to the door behind him. He gave a thoughtful hum before his gaze returned to me, a mischievous glint sparking in them as an idea seemed to form in his mind.\n\n\"Well fuck me sideways,\" he chuckled, his chest shaking with mirth, \" Oi. My shindig got canned and now I've got a Dick's party special all to myself. How 'bout you come in for a bite?\" he said his eyes darting over the pizzas and me.\n\nMy brain was dead set on yelling \"hell no!\", but damn, the pent up urges buried deep in my muscles and scales were roaring a ground-shaking \"fuck yes!\" The long denied urges of food and fuck had teamed up and before I could even wrap my head around their combind strength, there I was, tailing after this big hunk of man-meat into who-knows-where.\n\n***~~0~~***\n\nDavo's heart pounded like a drum in his chest as he bounded down the hallway, each thump of his large, feet sending echoes through the lavishly decorated media room. He could feel the stirrings of anticipation beneath his fur, a sensation that made his ears twitch with excitement. With practiced ease, he set the steaming pizzas on the large glass coffee table at the center of the space, their aroma filling the air and mingling with the musky scent of the room.\n\n\"Make yourself comfortable,\" Davo told the pizza girl, a hint of a grin playing across his muzzle. \"I'll be right back with some plates.\" His voice was smooth, the words rolling off his tongue as he turned and darted into the kitchen, moving with a fluidity that belied his size.\n\nWhen Davo returned, laden with plates, the sight that greeted him brought an unexpected jolt to his system. There she was, the pizza girl--Sarie--parked on his plush sofa, her scaly kobold paws cradling his prized camera. Her blue eyes were wide, fixed on the device with an intensity that spoke volumes of her desire, an emotion so palpable he could almost taste it.\n\n\"Holy shit, this is a 9000 model,\" Sarie breathed out, her voice a cocktail of awe and longing so thick it seemed to hang in the air. \"They don't even advertise the price on the website.\"\n\n\"Ah, but for the type of work I do, the quality of the camera is paramount,\" Davo said, setting the plates aside. He opened one of the pizza boxes, the steam rising to caress his whiskers as he plucked a slice, the cheese stretching in tantalizing strands before snapping.\n\nWith a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed a few breadsticks atop the slices, creating a makeshift feast before sliding a loaded plate toward Sarie. She paused, her reptilian tongue flicking out to moisten her lips, a gesture that did not go unnoticed by Davo's keen gaze.\n\nHe settled beside her, the sofa dipping under his weight, the proximity allowing him to catch her unique scent--. The heat from their bodies mingled, and Davo's fur bristled ever so slightly with the thrill of the moment.\n\n\"Dig in,\" he murmured, leaning back against the cushions, his long ears perked up in silent invitation. The camera lay forgotten for now between them as they ate.\n\nSarie's fingers, tipped with blunt claws delicately placed the camera down on the plush sofa cushion, an air of reverence still lingering as she withdrew her touch. She then pivoted smoothly to grab a slice of pizza, but halted midway, her large, blue reptilian eyes widening as if struck by a sudden realization.\n\n\"Where are my manners?\" she exclaimed, the scales on her cheeks flushing a shade darker with feigned horror. \"I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Sarie.\" Extending a paw in a gesture of formal greeting, she seemed momentarily to forget their previous interactions, caught up in the social niceties ingrained deeply within her.\n\nDavo, his plate balanced precariously atop his muscular thighs, took her offered paw in his own, which was covered in a thick pelt of fur. His grip was firm yet gentle, mindful of her delicate scales. \"I'm Davo,\" he replied, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the space between them. A grin pulled at the corners of his muzzle, revealing a hint of canine teeth--a dangerous smile that sent an unmistakable shiver of excitement racing down the Kobold's spine. \"And the pleasure is all mine.\"\n\nThe silence that followed was punctuated by a grumble, not from either of them, but from the deep recesses of Davo's belly, betraying a hunger that was suddenly more pressing than the electric charge of their encounter. With a chuckle that ruffled Sarie's crest of neck scales, he picked up a slice of pizza, his claws sinking into the soft dough before bringing it to his maw, the scent of melted cheese and tomato sauce heavy in the air.\n\nSarie, her tail curling around her as leg she grasped her own slice, mirrored his actions. The room filled with the sounds of crunching crust and satisfied 'mmm's', the earlier sexual tension a side a even more pressing urge... food.\n\n\"OI, this sasugase fest is no joke,\" Davo remarked as he casually took another bite.\n\n\"Yeah, Dick's sucks to work for; it's all wildly mismanaged, but hey, at least the food is good,\" replied Sarie between bites.\n\n\"I've done my fair share of delivery jobs,\" he said with a sly smile that would have been cute if not for the pizza stuffed in it.Sarie paused mid-chew, her eyes widening as she swallowed down her bite of pizza.\n\n\"Really? You used to deliver too?\" Her tail swished behind her, betraying her intrigue.\n\nDavo leaned back, his muscular arm draping over the back of the couch as he finished off his slice. \"Yeah, back in my uni days. Needed some extra dosh to pay the bills, ya know?\"\n\n\"Oh, I definitely know,\" Sarie replied with an emphatic nod, her crest of neck scales rippling. \"Tuition is no joke. I'm studying film production, but it's expensive.\"\n\nDavo's ears perked up at that, his interest piqued. \"Film production, eh? That's a tough field to break into.\" His gaze drifted meaningfully to the high-end camera still nestled on the cushion between them.\n\nSarie followed his line of sight, her clawed hand coming to rest possessively on the camera. \"It's my dream though. I want to make movies that really make an impact, you know? Make people feel something.\"\n\nDavo hummed thoughtfully, his tail thumping against the couch in a slow, measured rhythm. \"I might be able to help with that,\" he offered, his voice dropping an octave.\n\nSarie's head tilted, her blue eyes narrowing slightly. \"What do you mean?\"\n\nDavo leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he fixed Sarie with an intense stare. \"I'm not just a pretty face, love. I'm in the business.\"\n\nSarie's jaw dropped, revealing a flash of sharp teeth. \"Wait, you mean you're in the film industry?\"\n\nDavo's grin widened, bordering on predatory. \"You could say that. I specialize in a particular genre.\"\n\nSarie's brow ridge furrowed, confusion etched on her scaly features. \"What genre?\"\n\nDavo's chuckle was deep and rumbling, vibrating through the couch. \"Let's just say it's the kind of films that make people feel something, alright. Lots of... something.\"\n\nSarie's eyes widened as realization dawned, a blush creeping up her neck and coloring her cheeks a darker blue. \"Oh. OH.\"\n\n***~~0~~***\n\n\"OH. Oh.\" My heart stuttered in my chest, the implication behind his words sinking in like a stone in a pond. Porn. He was talking about porn. Heat rushed to my cheeks, painting them a vivid shade of crimson beneath my azure scales. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out, my tongue suddenly as heavy as lead in my mouth.\n\nDavo chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling, like distant thunder. He reached out, his large paw engulfing my shoulder, the warmth of his touch seeping through the thin fabric of my shirt. \"Easy there, love,\" he soothed, his thumb rubbing small circles into my scales. \"I didn't mean to startle ya. Just thought maybe we could help each other out, yeah? You scratch my back, I scratch yours... so to speak.\"\n\nI swallowed hard, my mind racing as I tried to process his offer. On one hand, the thought of being in a porno sent a thrill of excitement racing down my spine, the taboo nature of it appealing to the wild, untamed part of me. But on the other hand, the rational side of my brain screamed at me to run, to get as far away from this temptation as possible.\n\n\"I-I don't know,\" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. \"I've never done anything like that before. I wouldn't even know where to start.\"\n\nDavo's grin widened, his teeth flashing white against the red of his fur. \"That's where I come in, darlin',\" he purred, his hand trailing down my arm and causing a ripple through my scaly skin.\"I can teach you everything you need to know. And with a body like yours... fuck, the camera would love you.\"\n\nMy breath hitched in my throat, my nipples hardening into tight buds beneath my shirt. The way he looked at me, like a starving man eyeing a feast, sent a rush of wetness flooding between my thighs. I bit my lip, worrying the tender flesh between my teeth as I weighed my options.\n\n\"Okay,\" I breathed out, the word falling from my lips before I could second-guess myself. \"I'll do it. But I have some conditions...\"\n\nDavo's eyes flashed with triumph, his hand squeezing my arm gently. \"Name them,\" he urged, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my body like a tuning fork.\n\nI took a deep breath, steadying myself before laying out my terms. \"First, I want creative control. I'm not just going to be some mindless fuck doll performing for the camera. I want a say in the scenes, the positions, everything.\"\n\nDavo nodded, his expression thoughtful as he considered my words. \"Fair enough. I can work with that. What else?\"\n\n\"Second, I want a cut of the profits. If my body and my performance are what's selling these videos, then I deserve to be compensated for it.\" My voice was firm, unwavering. I'd be damned if I let myself be exploited, no matter how tempting the offer might be. \"15%\" I said blurting out a high number.\n\nDavo's brows shot up, disappearing into the thick fur of his forehead as he processed my demand. Surprise flickered across his features, but it was quickly replaced by a look of grudging respect. \"A businesswoman, eh?\" he chuckled, his hand moving to rest on my knee, the heat of his palm searing through the thin fabric of my skirt. \"I like that. Shows you've got brains to match that bangin' body. But 15%? That's a bit steep, love. I was thinking more like 3%.\"\n\nWith a boldness that surprised even me, I swung my leg over his lap, straddling his thick thighs. The heat of his body seeped into mine, making my scales tingle with anticipation. Slowly, deliberately, I ground my hips against his, feeling the hard ridge of his arousal pressing insistently against my mound.\n\nDavo growled, the sound rumbling up from deep in his chest as his large paws came to rest on my hips, his claws pricking my scales. In one fluid motion, he surged up, pressing his straining bulge more firmly against my slick heat. The friction was delicious, sending sparks of pleasure skittering up my spine, and I couldn't quite bite back the moan that spilled from my lips.\n\n\"5%,\" he countered, his voice rough with desire. \"Don't get greedy now, darlin'.\"\n\nI smirked, a wicked idea forming in my lust-addled brain. Reaching over to the table, I plucked up a breadstick. Bringing it to my lips, I locked eyes with Davo as I slowly pushed it into my mouth, my lips stretching obscenely around the girth of it. Inch by inch, I worked it down my throat, my muscles undulating as I swallowed it whole without it ever even grazing my teeth.\n\nDavo's eyes widened, his pupils blown with lust as he watched me deep throat the breadstick. I could see his cock twitch beneath the fabric of his jeans, straining against the confines of his zipper. \"8%,\"I purred,\"And \"that's my final offer.\"\n\nA slow smile spread across Davo's muzzle, his eyes glinting with something that looked suspiciously like respect. \"You drive a hard bargain, sheila. But I like your moxie. Alright, you'll get 8% of the sales. Anything else you'd like to add?\"\n\nI hesitated, my heart hammering against my ribcage as I voiced my final condition. \"And lastly... I want you to be my co-star. At least for the first few videos. \"I've wanted to fuck you sense the moment you opend the door.\" I said in a voice dripping with lust as put it all on the table.\n\nDavo's eyebrows shot up, disappearing into his shaggy fur. \"Well, fuck me sideways. You don't beat around the bush, do ya?\" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my scales as he murmured, \"I'd be more than happy to break you in, love. In fact, I insist on it.\"\n\nMy body trembled with a heady mix of nerves and anticipation, the implications of what I'd just agreed to sinking in. But beneath the trepidation was a simmering excitement, a reckless hunger to explore this new world of carnal delights.\n\n\"So, when do we start?\" I asked, my tongue darting out to moisten my suddenly dry lips.\n\n\"No time like the present,\" he growled, and reached for the camera between us and flicked it on. With a strength that belied his size, he effortlessly lifted me from his lap and set me down on the plush carpet on the other end of the room. In a few swift movements, he had the camera set up over sis holder, aligning the shot with a practiced eye.\n\n\"Let's start with a little strip tease, yeah?\" he murmured, his voice low and husky. \"Nice and slow, love. Give the camera a show.\"\n\n\"I am ready,\" I moaned more then said as I felt the heat inside me rage like never before, but instead of suppressing the urge I embraced it open heartedly, my eyes fixed on the large kangeroos cock. A harsh, SNAP noise abruptly tore my gaze away from the pronounced swell in his jeans, and my brain registered it as the clapperboard.\n\n\"Let's get this show on the road, 3...2...1... Action.\" Davo's voice echoed in my ears as I felt a heady mix of arousal and anxiety coursing through me. This was it; my first shoot.\n\nWith a sultry smile playing on my lips, I rose to my feet, my tail swaying behind me in a hypnotic rhythm. Davo's eyes were glued to me, the camera lens an extension of his hungry gaze as it followed my every move. I let my claws trail over my body, tracing the curves of my breasts, the dip of my waist, the flare of my hips. Slowly, teasingly, I began to sway to a beat only I could hear, my movements fluid and sensual.\n\nI reached for the hem of my shirt, toying with it for a moment before pulling it up inch by tantalizing inch. Sapphire scales gave way to smooth, cream-colored belly scales as I revealed my toned stomach. Higher and higher I lifted the fabric until it bunched just beneath my breasts. With a coy grin, I turned my back to the camera, casting a smoldering look over my shoulder as I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor.\n\nCrossing my arms over my chest, I pivoted back around, my tail curling around my thigh. I let my hands roam over my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples until they hardened into aching peaks. A soft moan spilled from my lips, and I heard Davo's sharp intake of breath from behind the camera.\n\nEmboldened by his reaction, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt and shimmied it down over my hips. The fabric pooled at my feet, and I stepped out of it, revealing that I wore nothing underneath. I was fully bare now, my azure scales glinting under the lights, my most intimate parts on display for Davo and his lens.\n\nHeat unfurled in my core as I crawled towards him on all fours, my tail raised high, exposing the glistening pink of my slit. Davo circled me, the camera capturing me from every angle - the swell of my ass, the heavy sway of my breasts, the wanton look in my eyes. I bit back a moan as the intensity of his focus washed over me, stoking the flames of my desire.\n\n\"Beautiful,\" he murmured, the word escaping him in a reverent exhale. \"Turn over, love. Let me see that pretty pussy.\"\n\nObediently, I pivoted on the spot, presenting my back to him. I arched my spine, my tail lifting to expose the shadowed cleft of my ass. The scales there were softer, more delicate, a mesmerizing gradient from blue to pale aqua.\n\nI heard the soft whir of the camera as Davo began to circle me, the lens devouring every inch of my exposed flesh. The knowledge that my most intimate parts were being immortalized sent a thrill racing through me, and I couldn't believe how much I was loving the idea of strangers seeing every inch of my magnificens.\n\nUnable to resist, I slid a hand down my belly, my fingers dipping teasingly into my slick folds. A soft moan escaped my lips at the contact, my hips rocking forward to chase the sensation.\n\n\"That's it, darlin',\" Davo encouraged, his voice rough with lust. \"Spread that pussy out, let the viewers have a good look.\"\n\nSpurred on by his gruff encouragement, I splayed my slick folds wide with a pair of digits, a guttural groan ripping free from my lungs as the cool air hit my exposed core. My tail thrashed wildly behind me as I held myself open, allowing Davo to inch his camera closer until it felt like the cold lens was almost kissing my mound.\n\n\"Fucking fantastic,\" Davo growled, a primal sound that sent shivers racing down my spine.\n\nDavo broke away from me and walked back to the sofa on the other side of the room. I couldn't control myself as I let out an eager moan. I wanted his cock, no, I needed his cock.\n\n\"Eager little thing, aren't you? Alright then, on your knees. Crawl to me, nice and slow. Let the camera see how much you want it.\"\n\nWith raw hunger gnawing at my insides, I gave in and dropped onto my paws and knees. The carpet under me was soft, its threads tickling the pads of my hands as I started my feral crawl towards him. My hips rocked back and forth in time with each calculated move. My eyes stayed glued to his hard cock, like a hunter locked onto its target. Each inch closer sent shivers of anticipation through me; every second pulled me further into his magnetic field of sexual power. Just as I got close enough to practically taste his dick, a loud SNAP cut through the silence.\n\nThe noise stopped me dead in my tracks. My eyes shot up from their lusty focus to find Davo's gaze fixed on me. His eyes were a blend of shock and interest as he watched me panting with want and need, stopped by an unforeseen disruption.\n\n\"Bloody fantastic job!\" Davo exclaimed, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I looked up at him with large, needy eyes.\n\nDavo's eyes sparkled with mischief as he set the camera down, angling it just so to capture the perfect shot. His movements were confident, practiced - the mark of a true professional. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork for a moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, green pill.\n\nWith a sly grin, he popped the pill into his mouth, chasing it down with the last swig of his beer. I watched, transfixed, as his Adam's apple bobbed with the swallow, my mouth suddenly dry with anticipation.\n\n\"Strap in, sweetheart,\" he rasped out, \"You're about to be famous.\" With that said, he sauntered over to where a clapboard lay discarded on a nearby chair. Picking it up, he clapped it shut with an authoritative smack echoing throughout the room \"3, 2, 1... Action!\"\n\nWith the cameras rolling, Davo's shorts hit the floor in a fluid motion, revealing his thick, throbbing cock in all its glory. The shaft stood proud and erect, a pulsing vein running along the underside while the pointy tip glistened with pre-cum. Davo's tail twitched with barely restrained need as his paw beckoned me closer.\n\nI answered his unspoken command without hesitation, crawling towards him on all fours, my azure scales glinting under the bright lights. My tail arched high, presenting my dripping slit and puckered rear to the camera's hungry gaze. With each sway of my hips, my heavy breasts swung tantalizingly, the dusky nipples stiffening into aching peaks.\n\nWhen I reached Davo's muscular thighs, I wasted no time in grasping his impressive length between my paws, marveling at the velvety heat that radiated from his shaft. My deft fingers trailed along the ridged underside before encircling the tapred tip, smearing the pearly bead of pre-cum that had gathered there.\n\nA guttural groan rumbled from Davo's chest as I leaned in, my forked tongue flicking out to taste the salty essence coating his tip. The musky, masculine flavor exploded across my taste buds, igniting my primal hunger. My jaws unhinged, stretching wide to accommodate his girth as I enveloped the tip between my lips.\n\nWith painstaking slowness, I worked my way down his shaft, letting the velvety steel glide over my tongue inch by glorious inch. My cheeks hollowed with each inch I took, until finally my snout was buried in the thick, russet fur at the base of his cock. I held there for a moment, relishing the feel of his cock pulsing against the back of my throat before slowly, teasingly withdrawing until just the tip remained between my lips.\n\nDavo let out a guttural growl of approval, his hips bucking up in an instinctive need to bury himself deeper in my throat. But I held firm, maintaining control as I began to bob my head up and down his length, my tongue swirling around his shaft with each pass.\n\nMy clawed hands roamed over his muscular thighs, feeling the coiled power beneath the soft fur as I worked his cock with single-minded focus. Slurping sounds filled the air, punctuated by Davo's rumbling groans of pleasure and the occasional wet pop as I pulled off his cock to catch my breath.\n\nGlancing up at him through my lashes, I caught the raw hunger in his gaze, his pupils blown wide with lust. The sight sent a fresh gush of arousal flooding my already drenched slit, my thighs slick with my juices.\n\nEmboldened by his obvious desire, I redoubled my efforts, taking him to the hilt with each downward bob of my head. My throat muscles rippled around his girth as I swallowed around him, my nose buried in his musky fur.\n\n\"Fuck, sheila,\" Davo grunted, his claws digging into the plush fabric of the couch. \"You're a natural\n\nDavo's large paws suddenly gripped my horns, his claws digging into the bony protrusions. With a feral growl, he took control, holding my head steady as he began to thrust into my eager maw. His cock pistoned in and out, the thick shaft stretching my lips obscenely as he fucked my face with reckless abandon.\n\nI moaned around his length, the vibrations causing him to buck his hips harder, driving his cock deeper down my throat. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as he hit the back of my throat with each brutal thrust, but the discomfort was drowned out by the sheer pleasure of being used so roughly.\n\nMy body was on fire, every nerve ending sparking with need. As Davo ravaged my mouth, I let one paw slide down my body, tracing the curves of my breasts before dipping between my thighs. I found my aching clit, swollen and throbbing, and began to rub it in tight circles, matching the rhythm of Davo's thrusts.\n\nThe dual sensations were overwhelming - the relentless pounding of Davo's cock in my throat and the delicious friction against my most sensitive bundle of nerves. Muffled moans and wet slurping sounds filled the room, a lewd symphony that only spurred Davo on.\n\n\"Take it, you little slut,\" he growled, his grip on my horns tightening. \"Choke on my cock. Let the world see what a desperate fuck toy you are.\"\n\nHis filthy words sent a jolt straight to my core, and I could feel my arousal dripping down my thighs. I was shameless in my desire, wantonly pleasuring myself as Davo used my mouth for his own gratification. The knowledge that this was all being captured on camera only heightened my excitement, the taboo thrill of exhibitionism driving me to new heights of ecstasy.\n\nDavo's thrusts grew erratic, his breathing harsh and labored. I could sense his impending climax and doubled my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue around the sensitive underside of his cock.\n\n\"Fuck, I'm gonna cum,\" he grunted, his muscular body tensing.\n\nWith a primal grunt, Davo jerked his still-pulsating cock from my mouth, freeing it with a wet pop. Before I could catch my breath, he aimed his twitching shaft at my face, stroking it with furious intensity. His eyes were wild, the blue nearly swallowed by the black of his pupils as he growled, \"Open wide, you little cock slut.\"\n\nI obeyed without hesitation, my jaws falling open, tongue lolling out in wanton invitation. No sooner had I presented myself than Davo let out a guttural roar, his cock erupting like a geyser. Thick, pearly ropes of his hot seed arced through the air, splattering across my eager face in obscene streaks.\n\nI moaned shamelessly as his cum painted my features, the warm, viscous fluid coating my scales, dripping down my cheeks and chin. I reveled in the sensation, basking in the primal marking, proudly wearing his release like a badge of honor. My own arousal surged at the degrading act, my pussy clenching and dripping with desperate need.\n\nPanting, Davo gazed down at me, a wicked grin splitting his face as he admired his handiwork. \"Fuck, you look good covered in my cum,\" he rasped, his voice rough with lust. \"Like a proper little slut.\"\n\nI preened under his praise, my tail swishing behind me in delight. But before I could verbalize my joy, Davo moved with a speed that belied his size. In a blur of red fur, he had me flipped over, my front pressed firmly into the plush carpet. The fibers tickled my sensitive nipples as he manhandled me into position, my ass raised high, presented like a bitch in heat.\n\nDavo's large, clawed paws gripped my cheeks, his fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as he spread me wide. Cool air kissed my most intimate areas, and I shivered in anticipation, my pussy and rear hole clenching at the exposure. My scales rippled as his coarse fur brushed against my tender flesh, the contrast igniting my nerve endings.\n\nI felt Davo shift behind me, his hot breath ghosting over my dripping slit. \"Look at this pretty pussy,\" he murmured appreciatively, his thumbs tracing my delicate folds. \"So pink and wet, just begging to be filled.\"\n\nI keened as he dipped a thick digit into my channel, the sudden intrusion sending sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. He pumped his finger slowly, curling it to stroke my inner walls, coaxing fresh waves of arousal to flood my core. My passage fluttered around him, the muscles rippling and clenching, trying to draw him deeper.\n\nEncouraged by my body's eager response, Davo added a second thick finger, stretching my slick folds wider. I moaned wantonly, my hips bucking backwards to impale myself deeper on his invading digits. The rough pads of his fingers dragged deliciously against my silken inner walls, igniting sparks of pleasure that raced along my nerves.\n\n\"That's it, you little cock sleeve,\" Davo growled, his voice a gruff rumble that vibrated through me. \"Take those fingers like a good girl. Get that greedy cunt nice and ready for my thick dick.\"\n\nHis filthy words only stoked the blazing inferno of my arousal. I was beyond shame, beyond anything but pure, carnal need. Like the wanton creature he had dubbed me, I begged and keened, my cries echoing off the walls.\n\n\"Please, fuck, yes! Stretccch me open... I need your far Roo cock so bad!\"\n\nDavo chuckled darkly at my desperate pleas, his fingers increasing their brutal pace. They pistoned in and out of my clinging sheath, the lewd squelching sounds of my arousal filling the room. Each withdrawal left me achingly empty for a split second before he drove back in, burying his digits to the knuckle.\n\nA string of curses tumbled from my lips as Davo's motions became harder, more punishing. My inner walls convulsed around his thick fingers, rippling and clenching in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper. My heavy breasts swayed with each forceful stroke, the stiff peaks grazing the plush carpet in delicious friction.\n\nI could feel the precipice of oblivion looming, my entire being focused on that singular point of molten pleasure between my thighs. Davo's fingers curled upwards, unerringly locating that ribbed patch of nerves, and I very nearly came apart at the seams.\n\nKeening my bliss, I ground my hips backwards, impaling myself on his pistoning digits with wanton abandon. My juices gushed in a steady stream, coating his paw fur and the carpet beneath me in a glistening sheen. I was utterly debased, reduced to a shuddering, whimpering mess by his merciless ministrations, and I loved every second of it.\n\n\"Gonna cum,\" I panted, my voice a broken rasp. \"Please, fuck, let me cum!\"\n\nJust as the shuddering waves of my impending orgasm began to crest, Davo cruelly wrenched his fingers from my aching passage with a lewd squelch. I cried out in dismay, my entire body seizing as the denial crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me teetering on the razor's edge of release.\n\n\"No!\" I wailed, my voice breaking on the plaintive cry. \"Please!\"\n\nBut Davo merely chuckled darkly, his throaty laughter rumbling through me like the roll of distant thunder. Bereft of his thick digits, my walls spasmed uselessly, clenching around emptiness as my denied climax slipped through my grasp like grains of sand.\n\nWrithing on the carpet, I turned my head to fix him with a look of abject desperation, silently begging him to put an end to my torment. Davo loomed behind me, his muscular frame practically vibrating with barely restrained lust. But it was his cock that commanded my attention. The thick shaft seemed to have grown impossibly larger, the veins along its length pulsing with each throb. The tapred tip was a deep, angry purple, glistening with a mixture of my juices and his own pre-cum.\n\n\"Like what you see, darlin'?\" Davo rumbled, his paw stroking his impressive length. \"That little green pill is working its magic. Gonna fuck this tight pussy so hard, you won't walk straight for a week.\"\n\nHis promise sent a jolt of pure need straight to my core. I whimpered, my tail lifting higher in blatant invitation. \"Please,\" I begged shamelessly, my voice little more than a needy rasp.\n\n\"Fuck me, Davo. Split me open on that huge Kangaroo cock. I need it so bad.\"\n\nA feral grin split Davo's muzzle, his sharp canines flashing. \"Since you asked so nicely...\"\n\nIn a blur of motion, his large paws gripped my waist, his claws pricking my scales. He yanked me back, impaling me on the first few inches of his monstrous shaft in one brutal thrust. The sudden stretch burned deliciously, my inner walls struggling to accommodate his girth.\n\nI threw my head back with a keening wail, my eyes rolling back in my skull as he hilted himself fully inside me. I had never felt so full, so utterly possessed. It was as if he was splitting me in two, reshaping my very being around his cock.\n\nDavo paused for a moment, his ragged breaths mingling with my own as he savored the vice-like grip of my channel. \"Fuck, you're tight,\" he grunted, his grip on my hips tightening. \"Gonna ruin this perfect little cunt.\"\n\nWith that growled promise, he began to move. He withdrew until just the tapered end of his cock remained nestled inside me before slamming back in, burying himself to the hilt.\n\nDavo's powerful haunches flexed as he drove into me, the thick muscles of his kangaroo legs tensing with each punishing thrust. His cock speared into my depths with jackhammer force, stretching my slick walls to their limit with his considerable girth.\n\nI keened and wailed beneath him, my cries echoing off the walls as I was helplessly impaled on his monstrous length. My claws scrabbled uselessly against the plush carpet, seeking any kind of purchase as my body was relentlessly rocked by the force of his savage rutting.\n\nDavo was relentless. He set a brutal pace, his hips smacking against my ass with each powerful drive. The obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, punctuated by my high-pitched keens and his guttural grunts.\n\n\"Cover-shot time,\" he grunted out, his words fragmented by the rhythm of his powerful thrusts.\n\nIn one fluid motion, Davo's powerful arms wrapped around my torso, his claws digging into my scales as he effortlessly lifted me into the air. I gasped at the sudden shift in position, my channel clenching around his thick shaft as he held me aloft, impaled on his cock.\n\nWith a deft spin, Davo turned us to face the camera, giving the lens an unobstructed view of where our bodies joined. He hooked his arms under my knees, spreading my legs obscenely wide, putting my dripping, stretched pussy on full display.\n\nI whimpered at the lewd exposure, my head lolling back against his broad chest as he began to buck his hips, bouncing me on his cock like a living, breathing sex toy. Every skyward bounce of his kangaroo body sent him plunging impossibly deep, the sharp tip of his shaft kissing my cervix, sending jolts of electric pleasure zinging through my nerves.\n\nSuspended in his grasp, I was utterly at his mercy, my body nothing more than a receptacle for his raging lust. Davo pistoned into me with single-minded focus, his powerful legs flexing and bunching as he fucked up into my willing body with animalistic fervor.\n\nMy breasts bounced with each jarring thrust, the plump mounds jiggling obscenely, the dusky nipples pebbled into aching points. Davo's muzzle dipped to my neck, his sharp teeth grazing my scales, sending delicious shivers racing down my spine.\n\n\"Look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut,\" he growled against my ear. \"Your greedy cunt was made for this, wasn't it? Made to be stretched and filled and fucked raw.\"\n\nI could only moan in response, my fingers scrabbling uselessly at his forearms, my claws leaving faint red lines in his russet fur. Each filthy word from his lips sent a fresh gush of arousal flooding my channel, the slick sound of his cock driving into my pussy obscenely loud in the stillness of the room.\n\nPinned like a bug under glass, I was splayed wide for the camera, every twitch and shudder of my body captured in high definition. The knowledge that countless eyes would soon be privy to my defilement, witnessing my utter submission to Davo's cock, only heightened my arousal, pushing me to the precipice of oblivion.\n\nDavo's thrusts grew erratic, his breathing harsh and labored against my neck. I could feel his shaft swell inside me, stretching me impossibly wider, the thick veins pulsing against my fluttering walls.\n\n\"Gonna fill this pussy up,\" he grunted, his words strained. \"Paint your insides white with my cum.\"\n\nDavo's filthy promise was my undoing. With a keening wail, I surrendered to the maelstrom of sensation, my body convulsing in his grasp as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. My inner walls clamped down on his pistoning cock, rippling and fluttering around his thick girth as I gushed around him, my release coating his shaft in a slick sheen.\n\n\"Yes, fuck, fill me!\" I babbled incoherently, my mind short-circuiting under the onslaught of pleasure. \"Pump me full of your cum, make me yours!\"\n\nDavo roared his approval, his pace becoming frantic, his powerful hips slamming against my ass with bruising force. The wet, obscene sounds of our fucking filled the room, the slap of flesh against flesh a lewd symphony that only spurred him on.\n\nWith a final, bone-jarring thrust, Davo buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing and twitching as he erupted inside me. I could feel the thick spurts of his seed painting my inner walls, the hot rush of his release triggering another shuddering climax. My body went rigid, my back arching as I keened my ecstasy, my pussy milking his cock for every last drop.\n\nSuspended in his grasp, impaled on his throbbing shaft, I could only shudder and moan as he filled me to the brim, my belly distending slightly with the sheer volume of his release. It felt as though he was marking me from the inside out, claiming me as his own in the most primal way possible.\n\nDavo's hips jerked and twitched with the aftershocks of his climax, each spasm sending another jolt of pleasure racing through my oversensitive body. His ragged breaths gusted against my neck, his muscular chest heaving against my back as he fought to regain control.\n\nSlowly, carefully, he lowered my trembling form back to the carpet, his softening cock slipping from my tender passage with a lewd pop. I whimpered at the loss, feeling strangely empty without his thick girth stretching me wide. A gush of our combined release followed his withdrawal, the pearly fluid dripping down my thighs in obscene rivulets.\n\nBoneless and sated, I collapsed onto the plush fibers, my chest heaving as I gulped down lungfuls of air. My body buzzed with the afterglow of my earth-shattering orgasms, every nerve ending alive and sparking with residual pleasure.\n\nDavo loomed over me, his blue eyes glinting with masculine satisfaction as he surveyed his handiwork. His gaze roved over my debauched form, from my heaving breasts to my dripping slit, a smug grin tugging at his muzzle.\n\nA sharp SNAP resonated through the room, and Davo's gruff voice cut through the fog. \"Cut! That's a fucking wrap on scene two.\"\n\n\"Bloody hell, you're a natural!\" Davo's gravelly voice rumbled with approval.\n\nHis words washed over me, the meaning scarcely registering through the haze of pleasure that had enveloped my senses. I was adrift on a sea of bliss, my body still quivering from the earth-shattering orgasm that had torn through me mere moments ago. Aftershocks rippled through my core, causing my muscles to flutter and clench around the delicious ache between my thighs.\n\nAll I could manage was a dazed smile and a weak thumbs up, my chest still heaving with ragged breaths. I was utterly spent, wrung out in the most euphoric way imaginable.\n\n\"Take a break, love. Gotta make sure we stay hydrated before tackling scene three,\" he said cheerfully, flashing a toothy grin.\n\nThe thought of diving back into the Fucksvill so soon after my mind-shattering climax should have been daunting. But instead, a rush of giddy excitement coursed through me at the prospect. This new world of wanton delights was quickly becoming an intoxicating addiction, and I found myself craving more with an almost feverish intensity.\n\nMustering what little strength remained, I forced my trembling limbs to obey, pushing myself upright with shaky arms. I felt deliciously wrecked - my scales were flushed a deep indigo, my folds swollen and glistening with the remnants of our shared pleasure. Davo's seed streaked my face in abstract patterns, the viscous fluid drying into a sticky mask that branded me as his.\n\n\"Sure thing boss,\" I purred, my voice a breathless rasp as I graced him with a coy smile.\n\nDavo's eyes danced with a mixture of pride and sinful promise as he drank in my appearance. \"That's my girl,\" he rumbled in approval. \"Now get yourself cleaned up. I've got something special planned for that tight little asshole of yours in the next scene.\"\n\nA shudder of anticipation coursed through me at his words. My new job was off to a great start, and for the first time in a long while, I felt complete.\n\n***~~0~~***\n\nDavo sank back into the plush leather of his chair, the tension in his broad shoulders slowly unwinding as he stared at the computer screen before him. The video player was paused, the frame frozen on a close-up of Sarie's face, her Kobold features etched in a look of pure ecstasy.\n\nIt had been a long night, filled with a whirlwind of activity, but the end result made every exhausted muscle and weary blink of his eyes worth it. In just one evening, they had managed to capture more than enough footage for a full seven-scene video, with ample material left over for previews and spicy extras.\n\nA deep, satisfied rumble rose from Davo's chest as he replayed the events of the night in his mind. When the pizza girl - no, the aspiring filmmaker - had shown up at his door, he had sensed an opportunity, a chance to turn his flagging fortunes around. But what he hadn't anticipated was the raw, unbridled talent that radiated from Sarie, nor the insatiable hunger that burned in her blue eyes.\n\nFrom the moment she had laid hands on his high camera, Davo knew he had stumbled upon a diamond in the rough. Her reverent touch, the way her claws caressed the sleek body of the camera, spoke volumes of her passion and expertise. And when the cameras started rolling, that passion had erupted onto the screen, transforming Sarie into a vision of pure, primal allure.\n\nDavo's fingers drummed against the armrest of his chair, his mind replaying the scenes they had captured - the way Sarie's hips had undulated with grace, her tail swishing behind her in a mesmerizing rhythm. The soft whimpers that had escaped her muzzle, mingling with the grunts and growls that had rumbled from his own throat, had sent electric shockwaves through him.\n\nThe excitement in Sarie's eyes was unmistakable as he handed her the stack of cash for her initial payment. It was clear she had never seen that much money before. He couldn't help but smile smugly to himself as he leaned back in his chair, thinking about how much potential she had. 'Who would've thought such natural talent was rotting away slinging pizza,\" he muttered to himself, reclining further into his chair. The way she moved, it was like she was born for this... born to be a porn star.\n\nDavo leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowed in contemplation as he stared at the frozen image on the screen. Something was nagging at him, a feeling that despite the overwhelming success of their impromptu shoot, there was still a crucial piece missing.His brow furrowed as he pondered, his claws absently tapping against the armrest in a staccato rhythm. And then it hit him like a bolt of lightning, a sudden epiphany that had him bolting upright in his chair. \"A stage name,\" he muttered under his breath.\n\nDavo's eyes gleamed with inspiration as he leaned forward, his mind already whirling with possibilities. A stage name - the perfect finishing touch to transform Sarie from a talented newcomer into a bona fide adult film starlet.\n\nHe mulled it over, rolling various options around in his head, considering how each one would look splashed across the lurid thumbnail images and video titles that would soon grace dozens of adult websites. It needed to be eye-catching, something that would instantly capture the attention of the legions of horny fuckers prowling the internet in search of their next spank.\n\n\"Oi, I need something slutty yet cute,\" he murmured to himself, his clawed fingers drumming against the desk as he continued to ponder. The key was finding that delicate balance - a name that oozed carnal allure, yet retained a hint of innocent charm.\n\nDavo's gaze was transfixed by the paused video on his screen, the image frozen on Sarie's face. Her expression was one of pure, uninhibited ecstasy, maw parted in a silent moan of pleasure. But it was the strands of his own cum, painted across her face in thick, pearlescent ropes, that held his attention most. They clung to her scales, some dangling from her chin. And there, in the abstract pattern of his seed, an epiphany struck him like a bolt of lightning.\n\nThe ropes of his cum had arranged themselves into a word, as if by some divine providence or cosmic joke. Four letters, simple but striking, spelled out across her face: Kiki.\n\n\"Kiki,\" he breathed, tasting the name on his tongue. It was perfect. Short, sweet, and dripping with the promise of carnal delights. His mind raced as he imagined it splashed across movie posters, emblazoned on DVD covers, chanted by fans in darkened rooms illuminated only by the glow of their screens.\n\nDavo's tail began to thump against his chair, a rhythmic beat that matched the quickening pace of his heart. This was it, the break he'd been waiting for. With Kiki at his side, he would conquer this new frontier, stake his claim in this concrete jungle and show them all what he was capable of.\n\nHe reached out, his padded finger hovering over the play button. With a single click, the video sprung to life, Kiki's face once again in motion, her expressions shifting from surprise to pleasure to wanton ecstasy. Davo sat back, his eyes glued to the screen, watching his future unfold before him. He couldn't wait for the office party to begin tomarrow, perhaps even order another Dick's party special. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Davo's fingers, thick and padded with a soft undercoat of red fur, hovered over the mouse, clicking refresh with a series of hollow taps. Each time the screen flicked back to life, his hope waned, morphing into a bitter acceptance that no digital hiccup was to blame for the dismal numbers staring back at him. Since the move from the island to this new concrete jungle, his viewership had taken a nosedive, plummeting like a stone in deep water. The recruitment efforts fared no better; his once magnetic allure now failed to pull even a single new actress into his fold despite promises to outbid any rival offers.

The weight of disappointment settled heavily on his broad shoulders, causing them to slump just a fraction before he pushed himself up from the chair. His tail lashed behind him, its powerful muscles tensing and relaxing as he strode across the room, the thud of his thick leg muscles betraying his frustration. Davo reached for the cabinet, its wood cool against his paw pads, and retrieved a bottle with a label as dark as his mood. He uncorked it, the sound sharp in the quiet room, and poured a generous measure of the smoky liquid into a glass.

The drink hit his throat like fire, scorching a path down to his stomach, a fierce contrast to the cold stirrings of defeat within. As he savored the burn, the buzz of his phone snatched his attention. He fumbled the device with a clawed finger, bringing up the notification that had intruded upon his solitude. A knot formed between his brows, reading about the postponed company bash--the one bright spot on his dire horizon now cancled due to weather.

"Bloody hell," he growled, the Aussie twang coloring his words with a rough edge, "what the fuck am I going to do with all the pizza I ordered?" The thought of canceling crossed his mind, but a sudden rumble from deep within his frame interrupted. It was a clear protest from his neglected appetite.

He sank into the worn leather couch, his eyes skimming over the pizza order confirmation on his phone. The sheer quantity of food ordered for the now-canceled bash sparked a grim chuckle, a momentary respite from the gloom.

"well, at least I won't go hungery," he said with a wry smile, finding humor in the feast meant for many now destined for just one.

With the weight of his situation bearing down on him like a predator poised to strike, Davo slammed the phone onto the table, its clatter lost amidst the dense silence of the room. He took another swig from the glass, letting the harsh tang of the alcohol settle into his system, a feeble attempt at numbing the gnawing stress that chewed at his insides. A weary exhale escaped his muzzle, the warm breath fogging the air for a brief moment before dissipating, much like his fleeting hopes for a successful launch in this new territory.

"Perhaps it's a blessing," he muttered under his breath, the words barely audible as they wove through the thick red fur around his jowls. The delayed company shindig wasn't just some social gathering; it was a covert evaluation by the higher-ups, their keen eyes watching every move he made. With no fresh talent to showcase and the interest in his work dwindling faster than a puddle in the Outback sun, Davo knew he was cornered, his back scraping against the rough wall of failure.

A thick finger pressed the laptop shut, the soft click echoing his resignation. Three days--just three bloody days stood between him and utter professional failure. The task loomed over him, casting a shadow that darkened his already dim prospects. Find an actress, shoot a film, edit the bloody thing...

Before the thought could fully form, the doorbell cut through the tension, its ring sharp and insistent. It was the pizza. He rose from his chair, muscles coiling beneath the red fur of his powerful thighs, the tail behind him twitching with irritation, Davo couldn't help but feel a twinge of relief. Food--a simple pleasure, but a comfort nonetheless.

But first, he needed to feed the beast growling in his gut. Picking up the phone again, he thumbed the app that connected to the doorbell camera.

Davo's eyes were nailed to the pixilated image dancing on his ring camera's screen. The creature it captured was pure Kobold, petite in size but oozing an aura of command that belied her stature. Her scales, a dazzling blue sapphire hue kissed with alabaster undertones, shimmered under the harsh glare of the porch light, giving her the surreal appearance of a living sculpture hewn from precious gemstones. She was blessed with a voluptuous lower half, her hips and thighs generously proportioned. His mind began to churn out scenes for potential flicks - oh, the films he could craft featuring this lass! With that thought spinning in his head like a crazed hamster on a wheel, he snapped his phone shut and made a beeline for the door. hell-bent on getting her on his crew.

"Get it together, Davo," he chided himself internally as he willed his legs to carry him to the door faster, He stopped right outside the door and squared his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt stretching taut over the muscular landscape of his chest, and briskly ran his paws through the rich red fur that crowned his head, grooming himself with quick, practiced motions.

He whispered, "It's showtime," as he flashed a seductive smile and readied himself to pounce on the opportunity that had just presented itself at his doorstep.

The door groaned open, and a tidal wave of heat rolled in, not the warmth of the warm summer nights air but the intoxicating musk of female arousal. It was a smell that wrapped around him like a boa constrictor--tight, suffocating, and oh so fucking enticing.

"Fuck," Davos muttered under his breath, his voice rough as gravel. His primal urges surged, fierce and feral like a cornered predator, yet he wrestled them down, He couldn't afford to blow this opportunity.

His eyes, those sharp orbs honed by years of industry cunning, roamed freely now, taking in the sight of her--The Kobold, decked out in a scrap of fabric that masqueraded as a skirt, was nothing short of sinful on her juicy ass. A Dick's Pizza tee strained against the onslaught of her breasts, The flimsy material waged an unending war to keep those tits under wraps, hugging her body like a desperate lover clinging to their last shred of sanity.

Gritting his teeth, he reined in the beast that threatened to tear through the thin veneer of professionalism, forcing it down with a ruthlessness borne of necessity. His smile, when it finally broke free, was one part charm, two parts predatory confidence--a grin that had opened many doors and smoothed over more than a few bumps in his career.

***~~0~~***

"Dick's... P-Pizza..." I choked out, my voice a broken record as I craned my neck, straining to soak in the sight of the colossal kangaroo. His fur was a heady shade of rust red that clung like a lover's touch to his physique, exuding a raw, untamed masculinity. "F-fuck... I need a Dick's... party special," I blurted out, the words tumbling from my lips before I could reel them back in. "Fuck! No, no...I mean Dick's Pizza...shit!" My intentions of correcting myself only succeeded in further tangling my tongue and tossing me deeper into the pit of embarrassment.

"G'day" he voiced out, a sound that danced around my ears lingering in the space between them like an echo.

His deep, gravelly voice pierced through the haze of lust that had ensnared me, jolting me back to reality like a bucket of ice water to the face. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog of desire that clouded my vision, my chest heaving as I fought to regain control over my traitorous body.

Davo's amused grin stretched across his muzzle, exposing a flash of white teeth against the russet backdrop of his fur. His eyes, those piercing blue orbs, sparkled with mirth, drinking in my flustered state like a fine wine. He leaned against the doorframe, the very picture of nonchalance, his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest, the fabric of his shirt straining against the bulging biceps.

Desperate to escape the intensity of his gaze, my eyes darted around the entryway, searching for anything to latch onto, anything to distract from the heat that pooled in my belly and the dampness that gathered between my thighs. They landed on a camera, nestled on a table just inside the hallway, its sleek black body connected to a charging cable.

"Is that a Fugimax?" The words tumbled out of my mouth, a lifeline thrown into the sea of awkwardness that threatened to drown me.

Surprise flickered across Davo's face, his brows arching upwards, disappearing into the thick fur that crowned his head. "You know your cameras, sheila," he remarked, his tone a mix of admiration and curiosity. He straightened up, uncrossing his arms, and took a step closer, his large frame looming over me, his scent - a heady blend of musk and male - invading my nostrils.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly as dry as the desert in summer. "I-I dabble," I managed to croak out, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears, high-pitched and breathy. "Photography, videography... it's a hobby of mine, well was a hobby of mine. I can't really afford a proper camera and have to settle for a phone."

Davo's eyes narrowed, a calculating gleam entering their depths. His tail, a thick, powerful appendage, swayed behind him, the red fur catching the light from the hallway. "Is that right?" He mused, his words a low rumble that vibrated through my chest. "Don't underestimate what you do with a good phone; some of my first videos were shot using phones," he said. His eyes distant, as if looking at something only he could see.

My heart stuttered in my chest, a hummingbird trapped behind the cage of my ribs. "Videos?" I echoed, my mind racing, trying to piece together the implications of his words.

As Davo's lips curled into a lingering, predatory grin, the gleam of his sharp canines caught the dim light. Just as he was about to let words escape from between those teeth, an uncanny symphony of guttural growls echoed from our stomachs, interrupting the silence. The unexpected duoett sparked a wild laughter from him that bounced off the walls.

A moment of silence followed, filled only with the sound of our stomachs growling in unison. Davo's eyes flickered from me to the door behind him. He gave a thoughtful hum before his gaze returned to me, a mischievous glint sparking in them as an idea seemed to form in his mind.

"Well fuck me sideways," he chuckled, his chest shaking with mirth, " Oi. My shindig got canned and now I've got a Dick's party special all to myself. How 'bout you come in for a bite?" he said his eyes darting over the pizzas and me.

My brain was dead set on yelling "hell no!", but damn, the pent up urges buried deep in my muscles and scales were roaring a ground-shaking "fuck yes!" The long denied urges of food and fuck had teamed up and before I could even wrap my head around their combind strength, there I was, tailing after this big hunk of man-meat into who-knows-where.

***~~0~~***

Davo's heart pounded like a drum in his chest as he bounded down the hallway, each thump of his large, feet sending echoes through the lavishly decorated media room. He could feel the stirrings of anticipation beneath his fur, a sensation that made his ears twitch with excitement. With practiced ease, he set the steaming pizzas on the large glass coffee table at the center of the space, their aroma filling the air and mingling with the musky scent of the room.

"Make yourself comfortable," Davo told the pizza girl, a hint of a grin playing across his muzzle. "I'll be right back with some plates." His voice was smooth, the words rolling off his tongue as he turned and darted into the kitchen, moving with a fluidity that belied his size.

When Davo returned, laden with plates, the sight that greeted him brought an unexpected jolt to his system. There she was, the pizza girl--Sarie--parked on his plush sofa, her scaly kobold paws cradling his prized camera. Her blue eyes were wide, fixed on the device with an intensity that spoke volumes of her desire, an emotion so palpable he could almost taste it.

"Holy shit, this is a 9000 model," Sarie breathed out, her voice a cocktail of awe and longing so thick it seemed to hang in the air. "They don't even advertise the price on the website."

"Ah, but for the type of work I do, the quality of the camera is paramount," Davo said, setting the plates aside. He opened one of the pizza boxes, the steam rising to caress his whiskers as he plucked a slice, the cheese stretching in tantalizing strands before snapping.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed a few breadsticks atop the slices, creating a makeshift feast before sliding a loaded plate toward Sarie. She paused, her reptilian tongue flicking out to moisten her lips, a gesture that did not go unnoticed by Davo's keen gaze.

He settled beside her, the sofa dipping under his weight, the proximity allowing him to catch her unique scent--. The heat from their bodies mingled, and Davo's fur bristled ever so slightly with the thrill of the moment.

"Dig in," he murmured, leaning back against the cushions, his long ears perked up in silent invitation. The camera lay forgotten for now between them as they ate.

Sarie's fingers, tipped with blunt claws delicately placed the camera down on the plush sofa cushion, an air of reverence still lingering as she withdrew her touch. She then pivoted smoothly to grab a slice of pizza, but halted midway, her large, blue reptilian eyes widening as if struck by a sudden realization.

"Where are my manners?" she exclaimed, the scales on her cheeks flushing a shade darker with feigned horror. "I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Sarie." Extending a paw in a gesture of formal greeting, she seemed momentarily to forget their previous interactions, caught up in the social niceties ingrained deeply within her.

Davo, his plate balanced precariously atop his muscular thighs, took her offered paw in his own, which was covered in a thick pelt of fur. His grip was firm yet gentle, mindful of her delicate scales. "I'm Davo," he replied, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the space between them. A grin pulled at the corners of his muzzle, revealing a hint of canine teeth--a dangerous smile that sent an unmistakable shiver of excitement racing down the Kobold's spine. "And the pleasure is all mine."

The silence that followed was punctuated by a grumble, not from either of them, but from the deep recesses of Davo's belly, betraying a hunger that was suddenly more pressing than the electric charge of their encounter. With a chuckle that ruffled Sarie's crest of neck scales, he picked up a slice of pizza, his claws sinking into the soft dough before bringing it to his maw, the scent of melted cheese and tomato sauce heavy in the air.

Sarie, her tail curling around her as leg she grasped her own slice, mirrored his actions. The room filled with the sounds of crunching crust and satisfied 'mmm's', the earlier sexual tension a side a even more pressing urge... food.

"OI, this sasugase fest is no joke," Davo remarked as he casually took another bite.

"Yeah, Dick's sucks to work for; it's all wildly mismanaged, but hey, at least the food is good," replied Sarie between bites.

"I've done my fair share of delivery jobs," he said with a sly smile that would have been cute if not for the pizza stuffed in it.Sarie paused mid-chew, her eyes widening as she swallowed down her bite of pizza.

"Really? You used to deliver too?" Her tail swished behind her, betraying her intrigue.

Davo leaned back, his muscular arm draping over the back of the couch as he finished off his slice. "Yeah, back in my uni days. Needed some extra dosh to pay the bills, ya know?"

"Oh, I definitely know," Sarie replied with an emphatic nod, her crest of neck scales rippling. "Tuition is no joke. I'm studying film production, but it's expensive."

Davo's ears perked up at that, his interest piqued. "Film production, eh? That's a tough field to break into." His gaze drifted meaningfully to the high-end camera still nestled on the cushion between them.

Sarie followed his line of sight, her clawed hand coming to rest possessively on the camera. "It's my dream though. I want to make movies that really make an impact, you know? Make people feel something."

Davo hummed thoughtfully, his tail thumping against the couch in a slow, measured rhythm. "I might be able to help with that," he offered, his voice dropping an octave.

Sarie's head tilted, her blue eyes narrowing slightly. "What do you mean?"

Davo leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he fixed Sarie with an intense stare. "I'm not just a pretty face, love. I'm in the business."

Sarie's jaw dropped, revealing a flash of sharp teeth. "Wait, you mean you're in the film industry?"

Davo's grin widened, bordering on predatory. "You could say that. I specialize in a particular genre."

Sarie's brow ridge furrowed, confusion etched on her scaly features. "What genre?"

Davo's chuckle was deep and rumbling, vibrating through the couch. "Let's just say it's the kind of films that make people feel something, alright. Lots of... something."

Sarie's eyes widened as realization dawned, a blush creeping up her neck and coloring her cheeks a darker blue. "Oh. OH."

***~~0~~***

"OH. Oh." My heart stuttered in my chest, the implication behind his words sinking in like a stone in a pond. Porn. He was talking about porn. Heat rushed to my cheeks, painting them a vivid shade of crimson beneath my azure scales. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out, my tongue suddenly as heavy as lead in my mouth.

Davo chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling, like distant thunder. He reached out, his large paw engulfing my shoulder, the warmth of his touch seeping through the thin fabric of my shirt. "Easy there, love," he soothed, his thumb rubbing small circles into my scales. "I didn't mean to startle ya. Just thought maybe we could help each other out, yeah? You scratch my back, I scratch yours... so to speak."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing as I tried to process his offer. On one hand, the thought of being in a porno sent a thrill of excitement racing down my spine, the taboo nature of it appealing to the wild, untamed part of me. But on the other hand, the rational side of my brain screamed at me to run, to get as far away from this temptation as possible.

"I-I don't know," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I've never done anything like that before. I wouldn't even know where to start."

Davo's grin widened, his teeth flashing white against the red of his fur. "That's where I come in, darlin'," he purred, his hand trailing down my arm and causing a ripple through my scaly skin."I can teach you everything you need to know. And with a body like yours... fuck, the camera would love you."

My breath hitched in my throat, my nipples hardening into tight buds beneath my shirt. The way he looked at me, like a starving man eyeing a feast, sent a rush of wetness flooding between my thighs. I bit my lip, worrying the tender flesh between my teeth as I weighed my options.

"Okay," I breathed out, the word falling from my lips before I could second-guess myself. "I'll do it. But I have some conditions..."

Davo's eyes flashed with triumph, his hand squeezing my arm gently. "Name them," he urged, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my body like a tuning fork.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself before laying out my terms. "First, I want creative control. I'm not just going to be some mindless fuck doll performing for the camera. I want a say in the scenes, the positions, everything."

Davo nodded, his expression thoughtful as he considered my words. "Fair enough. I can work with that. What else?"

"Second, I want a cut of the profits. If my body and my performance are what's selling these videos, then I deserve to be compensated for it." My voice was firm, unwavering. I'd be damned if I let myself be exploited, no matter how tempting the offer might be. "15%" I said blurting out a high number.

Davo's brows shot up, disappearing into the thick fur of his forehead as he processed my demand. Surprise flickered across his features, but it was quickly replaced by a look of grudging respect. "A businesswoman, eh?" he chuckled, his hand moving to rest on my knee, the heat of his palm searing through the thin fabric of my skirt. "I like that. Shows you've got brains to match that bangin' body. But 15%? That's a bit steep, love. I was thinking more like 3%."

With a boldness that surprised even me, I swung my leg over his lap, straddling his thick thighs. The heat of his body seeped into mine, making my scales tingle with anticipation. Slowly, deliberately, I ground my hips against his, feeling the hard ridge of his arousal pressing insistently against my mound.

Davo growled, the sound rumbling up from deep in his chest as his large paws came to rest on my hips, his claws pricking my scales. In one fluid motion, he surged up, pressing his straining bulge more firmly against my slick heat. The friction was delicious, sending sparks of pleasure skittering up my spine, and I couldn't quite bite back the moan that spilled from my lips.

"5%," he countered, his voice rough with desire. "Don't get greedy now, darlin'."

I smirked, a wicked idea forming in my lust-addled brain. Reaching over to the table, I plucked up a breadstick. Bringing it to my lips, I locked eyes with Davo as I slowly pushed it into my mouth, my lips stretching obscenely around the girth of it. Inch by inch, I worked it down my throat, my muscles undulating as I swallowed it whole without it ever even grazing my teeth.

Davo's eyes widened, his pupils blown with lust as he watched me deep throat the breadstick. I could see his cock twitch beneath the fabric of his jeans, straining against the confines of his zipper. "8%,"I purred,"And "that's my final offer."

A slow smile spread across Davo's muzzle, his eyes glinting with something that looked suspiciously like respect. "You drive a hard bargain, sheila. But I like your moxie. Alright, you'll get 8% of the sales. Anything else you'd like to add?"

I hesitated, my heart hammering against my ribcage as I voiced my final condition. "And lastly... I want you to be my co-star. At least for the first few videos. "I've wanted to fuck you sense the moment you opend the door." I said in a voice dripping with lust as put it all on the table.

Davo's eyebrows shot up, disappearing into his shaggy fur. "Well, fuck me sideways. You don't beat around the bush, do ya?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my scales as he murmured, "I'd be more than happy to break you in, love. In fact, I insist on it."

My body trembled with a heady mix of nerves and anticipation, the implications of what I'd just agreed to sinking in. But beneath the trepidation was a simmering excitement, a reckless hunger to explore this new world of carnal delights.

"So, when do we start?" I asked, my tongue darting out to moisten my suddenly dry lips.

"No time like the present," he growled, and reached for the camera between us and flicked it on. With a strength that belied his size, he effortlessly lifted me from his lap and set me down on the plush carpet on the other end of the room. In a few swift movements, he had the camera set up over sis holder, aligning the shot with a practiced eye.

"Let's start with a little strip tease, yeah?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Nice and slow, love. Give the camera a show."

"I am ready," I moaned more then said as I felt the heat inside me rage like never before, but instead of suppressing the urge I embraced it open heartedly, my eyes fixed on the large kangeroos cock. A harsh, SNAP noise abruptly tore my gaze away from the pronounced swell in his jeans, and my brain registered it as the clapperboard.

"Let's get this show on the road, 3...2...1... Action." Davo's voice echoed in my ears as I felt a heady mix of arousal and anxiety coursing through me. This was it; my first shoot.

With a sultry smile playing on my lips, I rose to my feet, my tail swaying behind me in a hypnotic rhythm. Davo's eyes were glued to me, the camera lens an extension of his hungry gaze as it followed my every move. I let my claws trail over my body, tracing the curves of my breasts, the dip of my waist, the flare of my hips. Slowly, teasingly, I began to sway to a beat only I could hear, my movements fluid and sensual.

I reached for the hem of my shirt, toying with it for a moment before pulling it up inch by tantalizing inch. Sapphire scales gave way to smooth, cream-colored belly scales as I revealed my toned stomach. Higher and higher I lifted the fabric until it bunched just beneath my breasts. With a coy grin, I turned my back to the camera, casting a smoldering look over my shoulder as I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I pivoted back around, my tail curling around my thigh. I let my hands roam over my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples until they hardened into aching peaks. A soft moan spilled from my lips, and I heard Davo's sharp intake of breath from behind the camera.

Emboldened by his reaction, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt and shimmied it down over my hips. The fabric pooled at my feet, and I stepped out of it, revealing that I wore nothing underneath. I was fully bare now, my azure scales glinting under the lights, my most intimate parts on display for Davo and his lens.

Heat unfurled in my core as I crawled towards him on all fours, my tail raised high, exposing the glistening pink of my slit. Davo circled me, the camera capturing me from every angle - the swell of my ass, the heavy sway of my breasts, the wanton look in my eyes. I bit back a moan as the intensity of his focus washed over me, stoking the flames of my desire.

"Beautiful," he murmured, the word escaping him in a reverent exhale. "Turn over, love. Let me see that pretty pussy."

Obediently, I pivoted on the spot, presenting my back to him. I arched my spine, my tail lifting to expose the shadowed cleft of my ass. The scales there were softer, more delicate, a mesmerizing gradient from blue to pale aqua.

I heard the soft whir of the camera as Davo began to circle me, the lens devouring every inch of my exposed flesh. The knowledge that my most intimate parts were being immortalized sent a thrill racing through me, and I couldn't believe how much I was loving the idea of strangers seeing every inch of my magnificens.

Unable to resist, I slid a hand down my belly, my fingers dipping teasingly into my slick folds. A soft moan escaped my lips at the contact, my hips rocking forward to chase the sensation.

"That's it, darlin'," Davo encouraged, his voice rough with lust. "Spread that pussy out, let the viewers have a good look."

Spurred on by his gruff encouragement, I splayed my slick folds wide with a pair of digits, a guttural groan ripping free from my lungs as the cool air hit my exposed core. My tail thrashed wildly behind me as I held myself open, allowing Davo to inch his camera closer until it felt like the cold lens was almost kissing my mound.

"Fucking fantastic," Davo growled, a primal sound that sent shivers racing down my spine.

Davo broke away from me and walked back to the sofa on the other side of the room. I couldn't control myself as I let out an eager moan. I wanted his cock, no, I needed his cock.

"Eager little thing, aren't you? Alright then, on your knees. Crawl to me, nice and slow. Let the camera see how much you want it."

With raw hunger gnawing at my insides, I gave in and dropped onto my paws and knees. The carpet under me was soft, its threads tickling the pads of my hands as I started my feral crawl towards him. My hips rocked back and forth in time with each calculated move. My eyes stayed glued to his hard cock, like a hunter locked onto its target. Each inch closer sent shivers of anticipation through me; every second pulled me further into his magnetic field of sexual power. Just as I got close enough to practically taste his dick, a loud SNAP cut through the silence.

The noise stopped me dead in my tracks. My eyes shot up from their lusty focus to find Davo's gaze fixed on me. His eyes were a blend of shock and interest as he watched me panting with want and need, stopped by an unforeseen disruption.

"Bloody fantastic job!" Davo exclaimed, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I looked up at him with large, needy eyes.

Davo's eyes sparkled with mischief as he set the camera down, angling it just so to capture the perfect shot. His movements were confident, practiced - the mark of a true professional. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork for a moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, green pill.

With a sly grin, he popped the pill into his mouth, chasing it down with the last swig of his beer. I watched, transfixed, as his Adam's apple bobbed with the swallow, my mouth suddenly dry with anticipation.

"Strap in, sweetheart," he rasped out, "You're about to be famous." With that said, he sauntered over to where a clapboard lay discarded on a nearby chair. Picking it up, he clapped it shut with an authoritative smack echoing throughout the room "3, 2, 1... Action!"

With the cameras rolling, Davo's shorts hit the floor in a fluid motion, revealing his thick, throbbing cock in all its glory. The shaft stood proud and erect, a pulsing vein running along the underside while the pointy tip glistened with pre-cum. Davo's tail twitched with barely restrained need as his paw beckoned me closer.

I answered his unspoken command without hesitation, crawling towards him on all fours, my azure scales glinting under the bright lights. My tail arched high, presenting my dripping slit and puckered rear to the camera's hungry gaze. With each sway of my hips, my heavy breasts swung tantalizingly, the dusky nipples stiffening into aching peaks.

When I reached Davo's muscular thighs, I wasted no time in grasping his impressive length between my paws, marveling at the velvety heat that radiated from his shaft. My deft fingers trailed along the ridged underside before encircling the tapred tip, smearing the pearly bead of pre-cum that had gathered there.

A guttural groan rumbled from Davo's chest as I leaned in, my forked tongue flicking out to taste the salty essence coating his tip. The musky, masculine flavor exploded across my taste buds, igniting my primal hunger. My jaws unhinged, stretching wide to accommodate his girth as I enveloped the tip between my lips.

With painstaking slowness, I worked my way down his shaft, letting the velvety steel glide over my tongue inch by glorious inch. My cheeks hollowed with each inch I took, until finally my snout was buried in the thick, russet fur at the base of his cock. I held there for a moment, relishing the feel of his cock pulsing against the back of my throat before slowly, teasingly withdrawing until just the tip remained between my lips.

Davo let out a guttural growl of approval, his hips bucking up in an instinctive need to bury himself deeper in my throat. But I held firm, maintaining control as I began to bob my head up and down his length, my tongue swirling around his shaft with each pass.

My clawed hands roamed over his muscular thighs, feeling the coiled power beneath the soft fur as I worked his cock with single-minded focus. Slurping sounds filled the air, punctuated by Davo's rumbling groans of pleasure and the occasional wet pop as I pulled off his cock to catch my breath.

Glancing up at him through my lashes, I caught the raw hunger in his gaze, his pupils blown wide with lust. The sight sent a fresh gush of arousal flooding my already drenched slit, my thighs slick with my juices.

Emboldened by his obvious desire, I redoubled my efforts, taking him to the hilt with each downward bob of my head. My throat muscles rippled around his girth as I swallowed around him, my nose buried in his musky fur.

"Fuck, sheila," Davo grunted, his claws digging into the plush fabric of the couch. "You're a natural

Davo's large paws suddenly gripped my horns, his claws digging into the bony protrusions. With a feral growl, he took control, holding my head steady as he began to thrust into my eager maw. His cock pistoned in and out, the thick shaft stretching my lips obscenely as he fucked my face with reckless abandon.

I moaned around his length, the vibrations causing him to buck his hips harder, driving his cock deeper down my throat. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as he hit the back of my throat with each brutal thrust, but the discomfort was drowned out by the sheer pleasure of being used so roughly.

My body was on fire, every nerve ending sparking with need. As Davo ravaged my mouth, I let one paw slide down my body, tracing the curves of my breasts before dipping between my thighs. I found my aching clit, swollen and throbbing, and began to rub it in tight circles, matching the rhythm of Davo's thrusts.

The dual sensations were overwhelming - the relentless pounding of Davo's cock in my throat and the delicious friction against my most sensitive bundle of nerves. Muffled moans and wet slurping sounds filled the room, a lewd symphony that only spurred Davo on.

"Take it, you little slut," he growled, his grip on my horns tightening. "Choke on my cock. Let the world see what a desperate fuck toy you are."

His filthy words sent a jolt straight to my core, and I could feel my arousal dripping down my thighs. I was shameless in my desire, wantonly pleasuring myself as Davo used my mouth for his own gratification. The knowledge that this was all being captured on camera only heightened my excitement, the taboo thrill of exhibitionism driving me to new heights of ecstasy.

Davo's thrusts grew erratic, his breathing harsh and labored. I could sense his impending climax and doubled my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue around the sensitive underside of his cock.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he grunted, his muscular body tensing.

With a primal grunt, Davo jerked his still-pulsating cock from my mouth, freeing it with a wet pop. Before I could catch my breath, he aimed his twitching shaft at my face, stroking it with furious intensity. His eyes were wild, the blue nearly swallowed by the black of his pupils as he growled, "Open wide, you little cock slut."

I obeyed without hesitation, my jaws falling open, tongue lolling out in wanton invitation. No sooner had I presented myself than Davo let out a guttural roar, his cock erupting like a geyser. Thick, pearly ropes of his hot seed arced through the air, splattering across my eager face in obscene streaks.

I moaned shamelessly as his cum painted my features, the warm, viscous fluid coating my scales, dripping down my cheeks and chin. I reveled in the sensation, basking in the primal marking, proudly wearing his release like a badge of honor. My own arousal surged at the degrading act, my pussy clenching and dripping with desperate need.

Panting, Davo gazed down at me, a wicked grin splitting his face as he admired his handiwork. "Fuck, you look good covered in my cum," he rasped, his voice rough with lust. "Like a proper little slut."

I preened under his praise, my tail swishing behind me in delight. But before I could verbalize my joy, Davo moved with a speed that belied his size. In a blur of red fur, he had me flipped over, my front pressed firmly into the plush carpet. The fibers tickled my sensitive nipples as he manhandled me into position, my ass raised high, presented like a bitch in heat.

Davo's large, clawed paws gripped my cheeks, his fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as he spread me wide. Cool air kissed my most intimate areas, and I shivered in anticipation, my pussy and rear hole clenching at the exposure. My scales rippled as his coarse fur brushed against my tender flesh, the contrast igniting my nerve endings.

I felt Davo shift behind me, his hot breath ghosting over my dripping slit. "Look at this pretty pussy," he murmured appreciatively, his thumbs tracing my delicate folds. "So pink and wet, just begging to be filled."

I keened as he dipped a thick digit into my channel, the sudden intrusion sending sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. He pumped his finger slowly, curling it to stroke my inner walls, coaxing fresh waves of arousal to flood my core. My passage fluttered around him, the muscles rippling and clenching, trying to draw him deeper.

Encouraged by my body's eager response, Davo added a second thick finger, stretching my slick folds wider. I moaned wantonly, my hips bucking backwards to impale myself deeper on his invading digits. The rough pads of his fingers dragged deliciously against my silken inner walls, igniting sparks of pleasure that raced along my nerves.

"That's it, you little cock sleeve," Davo growled, his voice a gruff rumble that vibrated through me. "Take those fingers like a good girl. Get that greedy cunt nice and ready for my thick dick."

His filthy words only stoked the blazing inferno of my arousal. I was beyond shame, beyond anything but pure, carnal need. Like the wanton creature he had dubbed me, I begged and keened, my cries echoing off the walls.

"Please, fuck, yes! Stretccch me open... I need your far Roo cock so bad!"

Davo chuckled darkly at my desperate pleas, his fingers increasing their brutal pace. They pistoned in and out of my clinging sheath, the lewd squelching sounds of my arousal filling the room. Each withdrawal left me achingly empty for a split second before he drove back in, burying his digits to the knuckle.

A string of curses tumbled from my lips as Davo's motions became harder, more punishing. My inner walls convulsed around his thick fingers, rippling and clenching in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper. My heavy breasts swayed with each forceful stroke, the stiff peaks grazing the plush carpet in delicious friction.

I could feel the precipice of oblivion looming, my entire being focused on that singular point of molten pleasure between my thighs. Davo's fingers curled upwards, unerringly locating that ribbed patch of nerves, and I very nearly came apart at the seams.

Keening my bliss, I ground my hips backwards, impaling myself on his pistoning digits with wanton abandon. My juices gushed in a steady stream, coating his paw fur and the carpet beneath me in a glistening sheen. I was utterly debased, reduced to a shuddering, whimpering mess by his merciless ministrations, and I loved every second of it.

"Gonna cum," I panted, my voice a broken rasp. "Please, fuck, let me cum!"

Just as the shuddering waves of my impending orgasm began to crest, Davo cruelly wrenched his fingers from my aching passage with a lewd squelch. I cried out in dismay, my entire body seizing as the denial crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me teetering on the razor's edge of release.

"No!" I wailed, my voice breaking on the plaintive cry. "Please!"

But Davo merely chuckled darkly, his throaty laughter rumbling through me like the roll of distant thunder. Bereft of his thick digits, my walls spasmed uselessly, clenching around emptiness as my denied climax slipped through my grasp like grains of sand.

Writhing on the carpet, I turned my head to fix him with a look of abject desperation, silently begging him to put an end to my torment. Davo loomed behind me, his muscular frame practically vibrating with barely restrained lust. But it was his cock that commanded my attention. The thick shaft seemed to have grown impossibly larger, the veins along its length pulsing with each throb. The tapred tip was a deep, angry purple, glistening with a mixture of my juices and his own pre-cum.

"Like what you see, darlin'?" Davo rumbled, his paw stroking his impressive length. "That little green pill is working its magic. Gonna fuck this tight pussy so hard, you won't walk straight for a week."

His promise sent a jolt of pure need straight to my core. I whimpered, my tail lifting higher in blatant invitation. "Please," I begged shamelessly, my voice little more than a needy rasp.

"Fuck me, Davo. Split me open on that huge Kangaroo cock. I need it so bad."

A feral grin split Davo's muzzle, his sharp canines flashing. "Since you asked so nicely..."

In a blur of motion, his large paws gripped my waist, his claws pricking my scales. He yanked me back, impaling me on the first few inches of his monstrous shaft in one brutal thrust. The sudden stretch burned deliciously, my inner walls struggling to accommodate his girth.

I threw my head back with a keening wail, my eyes rolling back in my skull as he hilted himself fully inside me. I had never felt so full, so utterly possessed. It was as if he was splitting me in two, reshaping my very being around his cock.

Davo paused for a moment, his ragged breaths mingling with my own as he savored the vice-like grip of my channel. "Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, his grip on my hips tightening. "Gonna ruin this perfect little cunt."

With that growled promise, he began to move. He withdrew until just the tapered end of his cock remained nestled inside me before slamming back in, burying himself to the hilt.

Davo's powerful haunches flexed as he drove into me, the thick muscles of his kangaroo legs tensing with each punishing thrust. His cock speared into my depths with jackhammer force, stretching my slick walls to their limit with his considerable girth.

I keened and wailed beneath him, my cries echoing off the walls as I was helplessly impaled on his monstrous length. My claws scrabbled uselessly against the plush carpet, seeking any kind of purchase as my body was relentlessly rocked by the force of his savage rutting.

Davo was relentless. He set a brutal pace, his hips smacking against my ass with each powerful drive. The obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, punctuated by my high-pitched keens and his guttural grunts.

"Cover-shot time," he grunted out, his words fragmented by the rhythm of his powerful thrusts.

In one fluid motion, Davo's powerful arms wrapped around my torso, his claws digging into my scales as he effortlessly lifted me into the air. I gasped at the sudden shift in position, my channel clenching around his thick shaft as he held me aloft, impaled on his cock.

With a deft spin, Davo turned us to face the camera, giving the lens an unobstructed view of where our bodies joined. He hooked his arms under my knees, spreading my legs obscenely wide, putting my dripping, stretched pussy on full display.

I whimpered at the lewd exposure, my head lolling back against his broad chest as he began to buck his hips, bouncing me on his cock like a living, breathing sex toy. Every skyward bounce of his kangaroo body sent him plunging impossibly deep, the sharp tip of his shaft kissing my cervix, sending jolts of electric pleasure zinging through my nerves.

Suspended in his grasp, I was utterly at his mercy, my body nothing more than a receptacle for his raging lust. Davo pistoned into me with single-minded focus, his powerful legs flexing and bunching as he fucked up into my willing body with animalistic fervor.

My breasts bounced with each jarring thrust, the plump mounds jiggling obscenely, the dusky nipples pebbled into aching points. Davo's muzzle dipped to my neck, his sharp teeth grazing my scales, sending delicious shivers racing down my spine.

"Look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut," he growled against my ear. "Your greedy cunt was made for this, wasn't it? Made to be stretched and filled and fucked raw."

I could only moan in response, my fingers scrabbling uselessly at his forearms, my claws leaving faint red lines in his russet fur. Each filthy word from his lips sent a fresh gush of arousal flooding my channel, the slick sound of his cock driving into my pussy obscenely loud in the stillness of the room.

Pinned like a bug under glass, I was splayed wide for the camera, every twitch and shudder of my body captured in high definition. The knowledge that countless eyes would soon be privy to my defilement, witnessing my utter submission to Davo's cock, only heightened my arousal, pushing me to the precipice of oblivion.

Davo's thrusts grew erratic, his breathing harsh and labored against my neck. I could feel his shaft swell inside me, stretching me impossibly wider, the thick veins pulsing against my fluttering walls.

"Gonna fill this pussy up," he grunted, his words strained. "Paint your insides white with my cum."

Davo's filthy promise was my undoing. With a keening wail, I surrendered to the maelstrom of sensation, my body convulsing in his grasp as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. My inner walls clamped down on his pistoning cock, rippling and fluttering around his thick girth as I gushed around him, my release coating his shaft in a slick sheen.

"Yes, fuck, fill me!" I babbled incoherently, my mind short-circuiting under the onslaught of pleasure. "Pump me full of your cum, make me yours!"

Davo roared his approval, his pace becoming frantic, his powerful hips slamming against my ass with bruising force. The wet, obscene sounds of our fucking filled the room, the slap of flesh against flesh a lewd symphony that only spurred him on.

With a final, bone-jarring thrust, Davo buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing and twitching as he erupted inside me. I could feel the thick spurts of his seed painting my inner walls, the hot rush of his release triggering another shuddering climax. My body went rigid, my back arching as I keened my ecstasy, my pussy milking his cock for every last drop.

Suspended in his grasp, impaled on his throbbing shaft, I could only shudder and moan as he filled me to the brim, my belly distending slightly with the sheer volume of his release. It felt as though he was marking me from the inside out, claiming me as his own in the most primal way possible.

Davo's hips jerked and twitched with the aftershocks of his climax, each spasm sending another jolt of pleasure racing through my oversensitive body. His ragged breaths gusted against my neck, his muscular chest heaving against my back as he fought to regain control.

Slowly, carefully, he lowered my trembling form back to the carpet, his softening cock slipping from my tender passage with a lewd pop. I whimpered at the loss, feeling strangely empty without his thick girth stretching me wide. A gush of our combined release followed his withdrawal, the pearly fluid dripping down my thighs in obscene rivulets.

Boneless and sated, I collapsed onto the plush fibers, my chest heaving as I gulped down lungfuls of air. My body buzzed with the afterglow of my earth-shattering orgasms, every nerve ending alive and sparking with residual pleasure.

Davo loomed over me, his blue eyes glinting with masculine satisfaction as he surveyed his handiwork. His gaze roved over my debauched form, from my heaving breasts to my dripping slit, a smug grin tugging at his muzzle.

A sharp SNAP resonated through the room, and Davo's gruff voice cut through the fog. "Cut! That's a fucking wrap on scene two."

"Bloody hell, you're a natural!" Davo's gravelly voice rumbled with approval.

His words washed over me, the meaning scarcely registering through the haze of pleasure that had enveloped my senses. I was adrift on a sea of bliss, my body still quivering from the earth-shattering orgasm that had torn through me mere moments ago. Aftershocks rippled through my core, causing my muscles to flutter and clench around the delicious ache between my thighs.

All I could manage was a dazed smile and a weak thumbs up, my chest still heaving with ragged breaths. I was utterly spent, wrung out in the most euphoric way imaginable.

"Take a break, love. Gotta make sure we stay hydrated before tackling scene three," he said cheerfully, flashing a toothy grin.

The thought of diving back into the Fucksvill so soon after my mind-shattering climax should have been daunting. But instead, a rush of giddy excitement coursed through me at the prospect. This new world of wanton delights was quickly becoming an intoxicating addiction, and I found myself craving more with an almost feverish intensity.

Mustering what little strength remained, I forced my trembling limbs to obey, pushing myself upright with shaky arms. I felt deliciously wrecked - my scales were flushed a deep indigo, my folds swollen and glistening with the remnants of our shared pleasure. Davo's seed streaked my face in abstract patterns, the viscous fluid drying into a sticky mask that branded me as his.

"Sure thing boss," I purred, my voice a breathless rasp as I graced him with a coy smile.

Davo's eyes danced with a mixture of pride and sinful promise as he drank in my appearance. "That's my girl," he rumbled in approval. "Now get yourself cleaned up. I've got something special planned for that tight little asshole of yours in the next scene."

A shudder of anticipation coursed through me at his words. My new job was off to a great start, and for the first time in a long while, I felt complete.

***~~0~~***

Davo sank back into the plush leather of his chair, the tension in his broad shoulders slowly unwinding as he stared at the computer screen before him. The video player was paused, the frame frozen on a close-up of Sarie's face, her Kobold features etched in a look of pure ecstasy.

It had been a long night, filled with a whirlwind of activity, but the end result made every exhausted muscle and weary blink of his eyes worth it. In just one evening, they had managed to capture more than enough footage for a full seven-scene video, with ample material left over for previews and spicy extras.

A deep, satisfied rumble rose from Davo's chest as he replayed the events of the night in his mind. When the pizza girl - no, the aspiring filmmaker - had shown up at his door, he had sensed an opportunity, a chance to turn his flagging fortunes around. But what he hadn't anticipated was the raw, unbridled talent that radiated from Sarie, nor the insatiable hunger that burned in her blue eyes.

From the moment she had laid hands on his high camera, Davo knew he had stumbled upon a diamond in the rough. Her reverent touch, the way her claws caressed the sleek body of the camera, spoke volumes of her passion and expertise. And when the cameras started rolling, that passion had erupted onto the screen, transforming Sarie into a vision of pure, primal allure.

Davo's fingers drummed against the armrest of his chair, his mind replaying the scenes they had captured - the way Sarie's hips had undulated with grace, her tail swishing behind her in a mesmerizing rhythm. The soft whimpers that had escaped her muzzle, mingling with the grunts and growls that had rumbled from his own throat, had sent electric shockwaves through him.

The excitement in Sarie's eyes was unmistakable as he handed her the stack of cash for her initial payment. It was clear she had never seen that much money before. He couldn't help but smile smugly to himself as he leaned back in his chair, thinking about how much potential she had. 'Who would've thought such natural talent was rotting away slinging pizza," he muttered to himself, reclining further into his chair. The way she moved, it was like she was born for this... born to be a porn star.

Davo leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowed in contemplation as he stared at the frozen image on the screen. Something was nagging at him, a feeling that despite the overwhelming success of their impromptu shoot, there was still a crucial piece missing.His brow furrowed as he pondered, his claws absently tapping against the armrest in a staccato rhythm. And then it hit him like a bolt of lightning, a sudden epiphany that had him bolting upright in his chair. "A stage name," he muttered under his breath.

Davo's eyes gleamed with inspiration as he leaned forward, his mind already whirling with possibilities. A stage name - the perfect finishing touch to transform Sarie from a talented newcomer into a bona fide adult film starlet.

He mulled it over, rolling various options around in his head, considering how each one would look splashed across the lurid thumbnail images and video titles that would soon grace dozens of adult websites. It needed to be eye-catching, something that would instantly capture the attention of the legions of horny fuckers prowling the internet in search of their next spank.

"Oi, I need something slutty yet cute," he murmured to himself, his clawed fingers drumming against the desk as he continued to ponder. The key was finding that delicate balance - a name that oozed carnal allure, yet retained a hint of innocent charm.

Davo's gaze was transfixed by the paused video on his screen, the image frozen on Sarie's face. Her expression was one of pure, uninhibited ecstasy, maw parted in a silent moan of pleasure. But it was the strands of his own cum, painted across her face in thick, pearlescent ropes, that held his attention most. They clung to her scales, some dangling from her chin. And there, in the abstract pattern of his seed, an epiphany struck him like a bolt of lightning.

The ropes of his cum had arranged themselves into a word, as if by some divine providence or cosmic joke. Four letters, simple but striking, spelled out across her face: Kiki.

"Kiki," he breathed, tasting the name on his tongue. It was perfect. Short, sweet, and dripping with the promise of carnal delights. His mind raced as he imagined it splashed across movie posters, emblazoned on DVD covers, chanted by fans in darkened rooms illuminated only by the glow of their screens.

Davo's tail began to thump against his chair, a rhythmic beat that matched the quickening pace of his heart. This was it, the break he'd been waiting for. With Kiki at his side, he would conquer this new frontier, stake his claim in this concrete jungle and show them all what he was capable of.

He reached out, his padded finger hovering over the play button. With a single click, the video sprung to life, Kiki's face once again in motion, her expressions shifting from surprise to pleasure to wanton ecstasy. Davo sat back, his eyes glued to the screen, watching his future unfold before him. He couldn't wait for the office party to begin tomarrow, perhaps even order another Dick's party special.

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