Makin' a Movie While Makin' a Show
By: Monica Vix

  The studio was abuzz with the lively chatter of audience members. A variety of people were there to watch a growing TV show be made in real time: Not In My Town. It was a daring new sexually charged sic com show filled with many actors that were relatively unknown, having only ever worked in obscure commercials or as extra crowd filler for other projects. It was not only the audience's chance to watch a show be created before their eyes, but the actor's turn in the bright spotlight for five seasons of fame if they were lucky. All it took was the cue card screen changing in a bright flash to get the audience to simmer down, all the chattering dying away into quiet anticipation for what they will see on the set. Twenty sets of eyes were fixated on the apartment living room set, decorated and filled with props like a cheap Broadway performance.
  
  In the backstage of the show, Rose was getting ready. The pink skunk was flattening down her slender fitting leggings and blouse, making herself look as presentable as possible; she didn't want the hour of make up to be overshadowed by a messy outfit. The actress huffed as she was guided by a stage hand to take her place in the middle of the living room set, quickly instructed to start the scene as was rehearsed with a few soft words of encouragement. Rose fixated her golden eyes on the couch and took a sharp breath, piercing the veil onto the stage and cameras from the safety of backstage.
  
  The scene began as the skunk walked under the hot lights of that illuminated the stage, gazing at the cameras ready and aimed to start recording her. Rose gingerly sat down on the pastel yellow couch that was thrifted by the director, kicking up her soft paws onto one of the arm rests. Pink fingers slipped around a sexy, smut filled book that she was meant to have for the scene, opening up her prop as everything got into place. Her heart was pounding in her white blouse covered chest, mind racing as she went over every one of her lines taped to the pages within her prop. Typically Rose didn't get nervous, but this was her first time performing in front of a live studio audience while being recorded, unable to be allowed a retake. The stakes were higher than ever for her!
  
  Camera lights turned red as the recording began from a multitude of angles and focuses. Stagehands that worked the cameras adjusted view with aid from a producer back stage giving signals over earpieces. Rose started the scene by reading the book, her gold eyes scanning the pages for her lines and to get a quick refresher on the scene; even if she studied it day and night for a week straight she still needed to get it completely right. Laughter of the audience rose through the air as the cue card screen lit up, camera focusing on her book of "Fantastical Sex and Where to Get It Vol 5." The pastel pink skunk looked up from her book as she heard a tumbling and stumbling sound effect towards the doorway, the sound of someone running into a door playing through the small theater. Rose sat up, grabbing a cover for her book and sliding a new design and title over her book, replacing the smut and sexy men with "Taxes and How We Waste Yours! Vol. 83." She went right back to reading without skipping a beat, the audience roaring with laughter again on cue.
  
  Suddenly, through the door to the backstage, Rose's partner on the show came bursting through! A tall coyote with a light beige coat appeared, stumbling onto set and frantically starting to look around the room. His dull green dress shirt clung to his body enough to leave little to the imagination of his muscular yet lithe form, dark khaki shorts showing off his long legs and carved calves. Jason was playing up his search, starting to pull at the fake books on a shelf before realizing they shouldn't be moved and opting to continue his search behind the couch Rose was perched at, disappearing from view.
  
  "So, Zach." The skunk began in a disinterested tone, not even looking up from her book as she addressed her coworker in character. "Is there a fire I should know about?" Rose continued on. Despite being a sic com with a 'laugh track' of a live audience, it wasn't as jarring to act in one as it was to watch it. "Or are you running around like a mad man for the fun of it again?"
  
  Jason reemerged from behind the couch, head poking out over the yellow backing. "The fire is love, Clara." He stated bluntly, in a dry tone as if meeting her sarcasm with his own edge. His blue eyes grew wide as he overplayed his excitement, hopping up to stand before his coworker and in story roommate. "Can you believe it? I reached out to a hot model on Insta on my way back home and actually got a text from her! She wants to meet up to get down and I need those full crotch condom things I bought months ago." Jason got up and walked away, starting to search the kitchen drawers in the same overly eager and excited way.
  
  "Wait, what, seriously?" Rose turned over to her side, setting the book against her slightly exposed cleavage as she presented her somewhat curvy body to the camera. "You're wearing that? I thought you had like a creampie kink or something?" The skunk asked.
  
  Jason turned his gaze up to Rose, staring at the pastel pink skunk as if he saw a ghost. "If she said yes to me, could you imagine what other people she said yes to?" He paused for dramatic effect as he stared, the audience laughing in turn. "I hope she'd be safe, but you never know. I'm at least a three out of ten with looks and that's being generous. And, you know, she didn't even ask if I was clean, let alone ask for a test!" He threw his hands up as he delved into a drawer.
  
  "Okay, firstly, you're a three and a half at least." The skunk stood up from her seat, dropping the book onto the table as she continued her lines. "Secondly, why not just get with someone you know is clean? You don't get action, so you're as clean as a germaphobe's doorknob; barely anything to worry about."
  
  Blue eyes focused and narrowed on Rose, a devilish smile curling on the coyote's mouth. "Is this your way of hitting on me?" Jason went off script! It was obvious by the hesitant 'ooos' and 'ahhs' of the crowed, production in the back scrambling for the right cue. Rose was clearly shocked as well, golden eyes opened wide as dinner plates. "So? How much? Got fifty in my pocket, two hundred in my room, and another few thousand in the stock market." He stuck his tongue out at the skunk, leaning over the kitchen counter.
  
  Rose hesitated. There was a clear moment of pause as she found herself caught between playing along with her somewhat handsome coworker genuinely putting the moves on her and sticking to the script. Jason's eyes were gleaming with a need and desire for his coworker, tilting his head slightly to emphasize she had an easy out, even if he wasn't sure if it came through completely. Silence hung in the air with nothing but pure tension, the audience in suspense at the static flying through the air between the two actors on stage. Cameras focused and got close ups, producers in the back were chatting about what was even happening on set, a lot of confusion and excitement over the things building on stage.
  
  "Clara?" Jason spoke in character while trying to seduce his coworker. "If you're worth more than two fifty you can just tell me. I've been shut down by roommates before. Just... please don't do what May did and throw a frying pan at my head; almost gave me a concussion." Speaking off the cuff and improvising every line, he leaned over the counter.
  
  The skunk couldn't deny her interest in her costar. "W-well, hm. At least you... aren't throwing your money into crypto." Rose was floundering to give an answer and match the improvising flow of the coyote gazing into her eyes, a shy smile growing on her mouth. It was quickly pushed away as she tried to stay in character. "Two fifty for right now, or a hundred tomorrow. Don't want to be smelling like a dog in heat on my interview tomorrow." Rose leaned back and put a hand on her hip, attempting a stern and sassy look as her blouse swayed with her hips.
  
  "You got yourself some cash and a date!" Jason cheered while pointing at Rose, the veil between actor and character blurring as he prominently and confidently asked his coworker to have sex then and there in the middle of their job. "Okay, you wait right here. I'll run and get cleaned up. Don't wanna mess up your chances of being the new breadwinner here with my irresistible scent of masculine hotness." The coyote darted from view, starting to run back deeper into the apartment stage, simply running out of view of audience and cameras in a dorky looking dash. A chuckle rose up as he disappeared backstage.
  
  Rose was stunned. She blinked her golden eyes slowly, the warm pink blush barely visible against her fur of the same hue. The long skunk tail waved softly in the air as she could feel her body getting excited with the curiosity and uncertainty of if her costar was serious or playing a joke. Spotting a stagehand from where Jason ran off to, Rose gave them a confused look and only got a 'roll with it' hand sign in return. The skunk looked around, her face twisted into a baffled gaze as she couldn't think of a single thing to say, eyes glazing over as she looked over the audience and towards the couch center stage. Her eyes went to the prop book of smut hidden by the failure of budgeting in the title, mind working overtime to keep up her character as well as process what happened with her canine costar.
  
  "Damn." Rose began, the simple expletive getting a quiet unprompted chuckle. "That book really helped. Some people really do like bitchy women." She spoke about herself while striding over to the couch with the audience's cued laugh. It was a wonder that the staff was going along with this impromptu alterations to the scene; by now, Rose would be squabbling with her costar over the gaudiness of full crotch condoms, but instead she was waiting for him to return.
  
  Jason watched from the doorway with bated breath. He was naked, all of his clothes tossed to the side and fully bearing his tan body to show. The coyote knew it was a bad idea, knew it could potentially ruin his career, but there was just such an insane allure to being an exhibitionist in front of cameras and a live audience! And then there was Rose. The way the skunk looked, the steely gaze in those golden eyes struck Jason all through the rehearsals and made him fumble his lines more than it just being a quirk of the character he played. However, there was no time for second thoughts. His clothes were off and his red canine dick was already fully extended with the knot past the beige sheath, ready and waiting to be used. If he embarrassed himself, he embarrassed himself; no much pride to lose and a whole lot more fun to gain. He proudly walked in, striking a pose as all of the dozens of eyes landed on him and the cameras fixating onto his bare naked body!
  
  There was a collective gasp of surprise as so many people were exposed to the beige body of the coyote, his tail wagging behind him and creating a small breeze that rustled a newspaper set dressing on the kitchen counter. Rose gasped as she saw Jason fully in the nude, recoiling and somewhat stealing the show from the canine as she got on the couch in a very lively pose, exposing her crotch through tight leggings. Tension and excitement held in the air for a moment more as the canine strutted into the kitchen area, hiding his crotch behind the kitchen counter from the prying eyes of his costar, producers, and the shocked audience.
  
  "Couldn't... find the condoms. Normal or full crotch." Jason panted. His character persona was melting under the heat of lust. "Raw dog it is? Are you wetter than a lake seeing this?" He teased, flexing like a super model, arms squeezing barely average sized biceps and triceps. Even while being a horn dog, Jason was playing up the character of a comedic oaf for the audience.
  
  Laughing herself, Rose shook her head. The skunk leaned back, resting against her plush tail as she watched her coworker with an uncertain yet willing gaze. "So, uh... you serious?" The line between character and actor blurred as she genuinely asked. She couldn't deny the excitement of getting fucked in front of a live audience and a variety of cameras, but she wasn't sure if he was just playing a joke too far or really wanted some action. "Money now or forever hold your seed." Rose said in a deadpan tone of voice, trying to make it seem like it was all written out and scripted to follow the show's comedic tone.
  
  Jason pulled out a fat stack of cash, a clean two hundred and fifty dollars hidden away behind his back and being presented to his coworker and the audience. The coyote strut his way over to the couch, leaning over the soft yellow arm rest and offering the bonus pay to Rose, a devilish look in his eyes and an all too confident smile on his mouth. From this angle, there was no denying he was joking. The blue eyes screamed lust and desire above the safety of a consistent job, the grin encouraging and comforting enough to offset the studious gaze of audience and staff alike. Rose froze up. Her pink furred fingers struggled to pull themselves from her soft chest, slowly and uneasily reaching for the cash. That was before she reached forward and grabbed Jason by the shoulder, dragging the canine up close against her body for a big kiss! The skunk smooched the coyote enough to make him drop the money over her stomach and thighs, heaving the man over the armrest of the cheap couch and pulling him onto her body for a good session of hot, steamy, exhibitionist and voyeuristic sex! Heat and lust and desire all boiled into a confusing mess of emotions that stunted both the star's minds, mixing and muddling all impulses into nothing but the most basest desires of all; lust, pleasure, and warmth.
  
  The audience went silent as passion and heat started to burn away the illusion of separation, dozens of eyes gazing at the pair on the stage making out under the bright lights of the set. Groping hands being exchanged between actors who got too into character, grasping at soft flesh and softer clothing as they got more and more riled up. A camera zoomed in on their maws caught a close up of the gross spit swapping of making out, drool staining each of their muzzles as tongues lapped and licked in an endless battle for dominion of the other's mouth. This went beyond just a joke. This was pure passion, unbridled heat. Rose struggled to work herself out of her costume, grasping against the hem of her blouse and dragging it off over her head. Jason aided his costar by digging claws into her leggings, poking through the black fabric and dragging them off those sweet pink thighs. Just the stench of her arousal was an electrifying sensation for the exhibitionist coyote, making her drool all over her exposed cleavage.
  
  "You're okay without protection?" Jason panted. He was nodding as he was begging her to say yes, erect cock throbbing against her thigh as he barely held himself back. "Y-you're gonna get filled like a... a..." He started blanking. All he could think to do was smile as earnestly as he could, trying to put on a good show for the audience.
  
  Laughing and shuddering under the lithe yet powerful body of the coyote, the pink skunk dug her fingers into her bra and dragged away the restraining fabric. "Mm... y-yea? Yea." Rose hesitated with a smile. "Just... last half an hour? Make the ride worth the price of admission?" She tried to joke in return, but fumbled a little.
  
  "No promises." Jason huffed as he grabbed the panties, dragging them down to her knees before pressing his cock to her warm folds. "I-I'm a quick one! Quick to start, quick to finish, quick to... to love?" The coyote tiled his head as if he was asking out the skunk. "What about you?" His coy proclamation got an unprompted 'ooohhh' from the audience watching their coital cuddles.
  
  Rose blushed heavily as she was offered the affection of her partner on stage. "N-not that fast. On... any of it." The skunk dug her fingers into Jason's shoulders, holding onto him tight and keeping the beige coyote against her warm body, squishing her plump breasts up against his chest. "Less talking. More penis in pussy." She demanded in a sterner voice, shutting up her coworker with a kiss to the mouth!
  
  Tongues began to wrestle for domination of each other's maws once again as if it was never stopped, the heat of passion driving nothing but pure lust in their minds. The gaze of an audience and the collection of cameras only accelerated the sheer desire between them, driving Jason to start inserting his cock into his coworker. Paired together like this, they were filming an impromptu porno in front of a collection of random people who never even met them! But it was electrifying. Embarrassment and lust drove each of them, making their bodies quiver as sensitive crotches embraced in a lewd and overwhelming way. A slow insertion of the red dick into the soft pink pussy was caught in high definition as even the camera operators went along with the career ending move, watching the pair on stage start to fuck as if they were long time lovers.
  
  Gradually diving deeper and deeper, Jason could barely stop himself from lusting over Rose's perfect body; the heat and tightness of her vaginal canal squeezed around his cock nice and snug. It was like they were made to fuck together like this! Mind muddled with sweet sultry need, the coyote pushed all the way until his knot kissed those soft folds, feeling her body stretching and squeezing perfectly around him. Hot panting mixed in with the sweet flicking and licking of their lustful tongues, the canine gingerly drawing his cock from that tight pussy with a wet squelching. Jason lined up for a thrust into Rose's perfect body, huffing as he slammed his hips hard against her warmth! A heavy thrust and slamming into her body made him shake, the entire couch rocking as he burrowed and dug all the way into that plump meat. 
  
  Cameras focused and watched alongside the audience as the two continued to fuck slow and steady, Jason's hips thrusting back and forth in a gingerly sweet motion. Drawing out fully to slam back in, making the entire couch rumble under his powerful thrust as he fucked his coworker in front of an entranced audience watching the vulgarly lewd display. It was mesmerizing. Seeing a pair so passionate, fucking in front of cameras and people they never met before as if it was a normal thing! The rocking of the couch and the wetness of their loins slapping against each other as the coyote continued to hump and fuck the shit out of his coworker without a lick of protection. Rose continued to hold on tight, her legs straining against the leggings and panties as they attempted to wrap around the waist of the coyote, getting swatted at by the tail that wagged as if he had a liter of coffee. 
  
  "J... Zach?" Rose slipped on the slight bit of character she was holding onto, potentially messing with the continuity of the already awry scene. "S-slow down. You're going... going to break the couch." She said with her maw dripping in their shared saliva, allowing it to fall from her mouth onto those soft breasts squished up against his body. "This will cost you extra, you know!" Her complaints where stifled and made weaker with her squeaky moan that escaped her mouth, making the skunk sound like a squeaky toy while being railed.
  
  Nodding idly, Jason continued to pound and pound, building up momentum and speed while slapping his heavy balls against Rose's ass. "D-don't worry, I got a warranty on it!" He huffed, grasping onto her hips to keep his fast pace. "The yard sale guy said if it broke in... in a month he'll give us a refund!" The coyote acted like everything was perfectly normal, joking through the sheer lust and pleasure of fucking the brains out of the skunk.
  
  "Then fuck me like you mean it!" The skunk screamed loudly, startling the coyote and the audience for a brief moment before they chuckled along. Rose forced herself up onto Jason's body, forcing the coyote to fall over onto his back as the pink skunk was taking lead. "You... you need to try harder than that. Make your two fifty count!" Rose was getting fired up, her eyes practically glowing as she began her riding.
  
  The audience continued to watch the display with eyes wide open and mouths agape, still stunned they were even watching something like this! The collective thoughts of 'Will this actually air on TV?' and 'I'm glad I came here alone' rumbled through the crowd that got more than their money's worth with the display. Being a live studio audience hasn't been this entertaining ever before! Watching a pair of incredibly niche, underground actors fucking on stage without an ounce of protection and the heat and lust between them being palpable enough that it felt like all of the members of the crowd were watching from a foot away, rather than the thirty or so feet between them and the edge of the stage. It felt like a fever dream. As if they would wake up in the middle of the night and realize none of this happened, waking up to have a new kink discovered and confusing thoughts to be had. The pair on stage continued to fuck and fuck, naked bodies slapping against each other in the heat of passion as they were watched like hawks by the baffled and aroused crowd paid to watch them breed like ferals.
  
  Rose continued to bounce hard and fast, her entire body jolting with the large fluffy skunk tail straightening with every slam down onto the knot of her costar and partner. Breasts jiggled, her soft pink body looking like the most perfect strawberry flavored marshmallow for Jason to look up to, his blue eyes mixed with arousal and fear of how far the lustful skunk would take it. The couch underneath both of them was starting to give way, shaking more as the weight distribution was shifted from one end to the other with the well endowed woman now on top. Bouncing, huffing, grinding; Rose was nothing short of a beast in need as she glared down at her coworker, practically drooling over his face with pure need.
  
  The beige coyote was in no position to complain! Jason reached up and groped the large breasts on display, both hands firmly on the soft chest while squeezing and squishing them like stress toys. Getting ridden cowgirl style was new to the canine, but he loved the feeling of her tight pussy sliding up and down his red shaft, embedding it deep against her cervix with every bounce from tip to knot. The creak of the rickety second hand couch, the glare of the stage lights, and the sweet scents of flowers and honey from Rose's body all blended into a sensory cacophony of over stimulation in the best of ways. 
  
  Shock filled both of them, blue and gold eyes widening as they stared at each other. The bliss of an orgasm wasn't what shook the pair, but the creak of the couch getting a bit louder. A scream was cut off as the pair fell with the pastel couch, the rear legs under the backing of the furniture giving out after way too much use. Rose and Jason were tossed together on the ground, the canine's knot forced into the tight pussy of his breeding partner of a coworker as they fell, obscured from cameras and the audience with a hefty thump. A low groan escaped from both of their mouths as the pair recoiled from the fall, the audience laughing at what they thought was a rehearsed slapstick routine in the middle of sex.
  
  "Are you okay?" Rose huffed and groaned as she pulled herself off of Jason, leaning over the couch with her body hidden behind the pastel furniture.
  
  All Jason could so was raise his hand over the edge of the couch in a thumbs up position, a relieved rumble from his maw filling the air as he let his arm drop back down. With that, the production team backstage finally had a good cue to cut off the off the rails performance, the lights rapidly dimming. The audience applauded, hesitantly at first, before erupting into a round of applause that neither actor has seen in either of their short careers. It was a glorious sound as the crew was starting to escort the live audience out of the studio, quickly trying to do damage control while corralling the group into the reviewing suite outside of the theater.
  
  Rose sighed and laid on top of the coyote, swishing her large bushy tail back and forth as she weakly started riding him again. Her humps were less from lust and more driven by the heat and adrenaline pumping through her mind. "We're... we're definitely getting fired, aren't we?" The skunk couldn't stop herself from laughing as she stated her bleak view on how the producers would see their stunt.
  
  "Maybe we have some freaks in the audience who wanna see more." Jason chuckled, huffing as he held Rose by the hips. "If this fails, wanna try to make porn together? Might... might need that two fifty back, to buy a good camera." The coyote chuckled, his muzzle turned into a wide and mischievous grin. 
  
  Footsteps approached the pair from the backstage area, a tall brown bunny leaning over the yellow couch. Monica's brown and white face gazed down to Rose and Jason, a slight halo around her body as she peered at them. "Hey, you two." The director of the production spoke with an uneasy smile. "So, just so you're caught up on what we were chatting about backstage, you're not fired as long as we don't get a lawsuit. Great news, yea, but we might need to do some rearranging to get this show set up. That means... pay cut." Her eyes narrowed as her overly expressive face looked the two still knotted together in the eyes. "But, news sandwich, there's more good news. Porn actor union, from what Pin told me, pays more overall; so pay cut barely applies to you if we can get you signed up there. Just some SSC emotional intelligence tests and STI physical health tests and you'll still be making some bank."
  
  Jason and Rose looked at each other and then back up at the director looming over them. It was a flurry of information about money and finances thrown at them at the end of a passionate yet confusing moment in their lives, embarrassing as all hell with the audience watching. Each of them slowly nodded along with the director's words before the bunny fled the scene, going to meet up with the audience to see how they reacted to the barely scripted episode. A relief of sweet bliss washed over the skunk and coyote as they were set free from stress about their jobs, simply able to bask in the warmth of each other just a little more. The world around the pair seemed to fade away as they were left to relax for the few minutes they had, listening to the distant sound of the audience being interviewed by a variety of producers and the director to get their opinions, a seemingly lively conversation happening just in the other room. Rose continued to slowly hump and grind against the knotted dick embedded in her, Jason's hands holding onto her soft body. The warm and quiet heat between them was at a low simmer as the world just faded into a soft, sleepy mess of the beginning of stardom.