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Chapter 1: Link
Interlude 1: Link

Summary: Jen, reeling from her first shoot, goes to the studio for support, and finds herself meeting her personal hero, YouTuber and activist Sarah Thompson, and observing her shoot with Finn. Sarah gets her first real glimpse that her public advocacy has consequences she never accounted for.

CHAPTER:

The TV droned in the background, low and steady, as Jen stared at the microwave. It was counting down on the leftovers from last night - pasta, her go-to comfort food. She looked at her phone to check for notifications and saw she’d already swiped all of them away. Pursing her lips, she looked back at the microwave timer, as it counted down to zero. As it did and the microwave started to beep, her phone vibrated, startling her slightly. She looked down; it was a text message from Carla.

“Got a few minutes to chat?” Jen stared at the text for a moment before she pulled the food out and set it on the counter. She paused, debating on if she wanted to do it and reached out for her phone to lock it before sighing, and called Carla who answered almost immediately, “Hey Carla, it’s… it’s Jen. Is something wrong?”

Carla replied, “Hey Jen. No no, everything’s good. I wanted to check in on you. I just read the report from the doctors. Titus said everything’s good. But Elena recommended an extended break and another therapy session before the next shoot and I was a bit worried.”

Jen sighed as she picked up her food and wandered over to the dining table. “Yeah, it kinda got to me. I mean, I know what I signed up for. But after sleeping on it, and you know after that high came down, the crash hit me. Kinda hard.” Jen paused, unsure if she wanted to continue talking.

“You can talk to me. I started this studio for a reason, Jen,” Carla said quietly. “We spoke about it the first day we met.”

“Yeah.”

“I stand by what I said that day. What you decide at the end of the day is what I will back, no question asked.” Carla paused for a moment before continuing, “As long as you promise me that you’re actually going to talk and not bottle things up, okay?”

Jen chuckled, “Am I that easy of a read?”

“No,” Carla replied, “I just… I know people. I’ve seen it before. I’ve been running this place for over five years, Jen. It’s taught me a lot. It’s hard on people. We filter out the bad ones, sure, but for the good ones like you? It hits the hardest.”

“Even if I fucked a dog on camera?”

There was a moment of silence — long enough that Jen wondered if she’d said something that Carla couldn’t wave away. Then: “Especially”

Jen stayed silent, looking at the food in front of her. She poked at it with the fork in her hand. It did not look appetizing. She sighed.

“Come on over to the studio. My afternoon is free. I’ll have to start prepping for a scene in a bit but once that’s done, I should be good to go for a while before the scene begins.” There was a pause for a moment and then Carla said, “Come now, okay? I’m not saying you should come in the afternoon.”

“Okay. I will.”

~~~

It was an hour later when Jen knocked on the studio door. Maya opened and smiled widely when she saw Jen.

“Hey you.” Maya pulled her into a warm hug. “Good to see you. Come in, come in.”

Jen was a bit taken aback, but appreciated the hug, leaning into it for a moment longer. When she broke it, Jen met Maya’s eyes. “Thanks Maya.”

“Looks like you needed it.” Maya led her inside. “Carla just stepped out for a phone call. You came at the right time. We have a fair bit of time before the next scene starts. Want to wait in her room?”

Jen nodded wordlessly as she looked around at the studio. It felt familiar yet alien at the moment, with every cell in her body saying that she should be at home, alone, away from everyone. “Thanks Maya,” she said, repeating herself.

Maya stopped and looked at Jen. “Hey, I know where you’re at and I’m… I’m just glad you’re here.”

“What? Why?”

Maya paused, as if she was weighing the words in her mind before she spoke, “I think I know what you’re going through. And the one thing you need to do right now is be around people. Better if you’re around people who understand, sure, but definitely better to be around people than be alone. Which I’m assuming is what you were planning on doing.”

Jen opened her mouth, as if to counter and sighed, “Yeah, you caught me. I wanted to go back. It just feels a bit weird being back. It feels familiar but also unfamiliar.”

“I don’t want to name that in case that it triggers you more.” Maya gestured forward, “You need to talk to Carla since she has helped people before. Even if she can’t, she’ll make sure someone can and will.”

Jen nodded.

As the two walked, they ran into Katie and another person, a blonde woman. Katie smiled and hugged Jen, “Hey you! Glad you’re here! This,” she gestured towards the other person, “is Annalena.” She looked at Annalena, “This is Jen, our newest performer.”

Jen smiled slightly and offered her hand. Annalena shook it brightly, leaning in for a quick cheek kiss. “It’s a pleasure, Jen,” she said. Her accent was distinct. “I’m half German, yes,” she added with a smile.

Jen nodded. “I actually placed it. My cousin is half-German too, but she was raised in America. But I’ve met enough of her family before that I could guess,” she said, smiling. “You know, someone online once told me my accent sounded German when I spoke some words. Turns out I say the word ‘food’ specifically in a German accent. And I don’t know why!”

Annalena laughed. “You do,” she said. “It’s very distinct. Also, I love your cardigan. It’s cute!”

Maya leaned in. “I made her get it when I took her out shopping one day.”

“She did,” Jen agreed, “I would have completely missed it. I wasn’t looking for anything at all.”

As Maya tried to talk, Katie interrupted. “How come I wasn’t there?”

Maya sighed, “It was during the orientation, Kats. You had to deal with the other interviewees. I didn’t want to disturb you.” She paused, “Tell you what, we can go next weekend, okay?”

Katie narrowed her eyes. “I’ll hold you to that, Maya.” She then turned to Jen, “What are you doing here Jen? Just wanted to drop by?”

She shook her head. “Sort of, but I wanted to drop in to talk to Carla.”

“Oh! Then we won’t keep you. Anna was leaving anyway. She came to pick up her recording equipment.” Katie leant in conspiratorially, “I’d stolen it to record a song and she needs it back for her friend’s marriage.”

Annalena chuckled but nodded, “Yes, you should go see Carla. We can always catch up Jen. It was good to see you.”

“Good to see you two,” Jen replied.

As the two left, Maya called out Katie, “We’re still doing lunch together Kats. I finally cooked Pho.” Katie whooped in glee and spun around to give Maya a big grin before continuing to walk away.

Maya smiled and gestured her to follow along and within moments, Jen stood inside of Carla’s director room, the same one she sat in a few days ago, reviewing footage of herself. She pulled out her phone, and was annoyed at a lack of notifications to distract her and then shoved it back into her pockets. She debated if she wanted to leave and as she stood up, the door clicked and Carla walked in.

She smiled and hugged Jen without waiting and held it until Jen broke it. “I’m glad you’re here. Sit sit. Sorry I’m late. I had to deal with a few phone calls. Just some legal stuff. How are you doing?”

Jen sat down across Carla. “Better. Worse. It’s weird. Part of me wants to run out. Part of me wants to stay. And a final part of me thinks I’m overthinking it all.”

Carla nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I get that. I’ve had more than a few people who have felt the same way. It is a hard decision you’ve made and it’s harder because you have a good head on your shoulders. I meant what I said earlier, Jen. The fact that you’re considering stopping is good. It means you’re trusting yourself. It means that you have the right framework.”

“But I feel like shit.”

“Because that’s your brain punishing you for doing something it thinks is outside of its ethical framework.”

“That’s what Voss said.”

Carla leaned back. “She probably said it better and had more to say.”

“Yeah,” Jen replied. “She had more.”

“She knows better, after all.” Carla paused, looking at Jen. “I’ll stand by you, Jen. Whatever you decide. Whenever you decide it. You want to stop now? You got it. You want it off the site? You got it. It’s your call. Always. Okay? I wanted to say it so that you heard it for real.”

Jen was silent as she processed it, looking at Carla, away and down, and then at Carla before she replied. “Thanks Carla. I guess I did want to hear that.”

“Good.” Carla stood up. “Let me get Sarah in. You should meet her. She’s nice.”

“Sarah?” Jen asked, confused before she blinked hard, “Sarah Thompson?”

“The same,” Carla said as she hit a button on her table to engage the PA system and spoke into it, “Hey Sarah, come to my room please?”

“Wait, Sarah’s the performer today?! Not Annalena?” Jen asked.

Carla frowned. “No, why would it be Anna? She was here to pick up her recording equipment. Sarah’s shooting her 12th scene. Should be out of prep now.”

“I didn’t… I thought… Oh God…”

As Carla looked at Jen curiously, there was a knock on the door and it opened to reveal Sarah Thompson. She was shorter than Jen with bright blue hair that gently framed her face. “Hey Carla,” she said, “You wanted to see me?” As she stepped in, she saw Jen and continued, “And you have company?”

Carla nodded, “Yeah, this is Jen, our newest.” She looked at Jen, “Jen, this is Sarah Thompson, one of our best.”

Sarah laughed, “I’m only ONE of your best? Harsh.” She looked at Jen and smiled, “Good to meet you Jen.”

Jen stood up and reached out to give Sarah and handshake that she returned. “I… I’m a bit surprised, I didn’t expect to run into you today,” Jen said.

Before Sarah could ask what she meant, Carla interjected, “I’ll go and get the last bit of documentation ready from Katie. You two can talk.”

Sarah nodded as she sat down on the couch and Jen sat beside her. Carla left the two alone and Sarah asked her now, “So… You didn’t expect to run into me today?”

Jen nodded, a bit red, “Yeah. Long story. I thought Annalena was performing today but I didn’t sort of process that she was just visiting. But yeah, I’m a bit of a fan. Well… I am a fan. I follow you online.”

“Really?” Sarah asked, as she adjusted herself. “You like what I do?”

Jen replied, “Yeah! You have some wonderful video essays on global warming and I loved the most recent one you did on gaming and representation.”

Sarah leaned back, “Oh! You didn’t mean all of this. You meant the work I do outside of the studio.” She paused and laughed lightly, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who’s led with that, especially someone new. Most people talk to me about the work we do here, in the studio.”

“I can imagine. You’re like one of Carla’s biggest draws,” Jen said. “You and Annalena are like rockstars, in a way.”

“Really? That’s how you see me? A rockstar?” Sarah asked.

Jen paused, ruminative, looking down at her hands. “I mean, in a way. Carla’s studio does things differently, sure. But you’re outspoken about what you believe in, and I think you’re one of the few people in the whole studio, apart from Carla who talks about the non-consent of it all.”

“Hmmm,” Sarah said, “I’ve not had someone engage with that angle of mine. Well, I mean some have. But anyway. I assume you’ve seen the forums and the interviews. Why did it stick with you that much?” she asked.

“Well, it was kind of the last thing I needed to hear,” said Jen.

“What.”

Jen looked up at Sarah, “When I was debating on if I should I should join the studio, I looked at your work and stuff here.” She paused and turned slightly red, “Not your videos but like your essay on the site and the three videos. You did like two interviews and a Q&A with Carla. And I thought you had a very cogent idea.”

“Cogent? How?” Sarah asked evenly.

Jen paused and thought for a moment before responding, “You were able to hold the idea that this didn’t have a clean answer, about how the dogs couldn’t really understand and consent, but still perform. It was honestly kinda inspiring.”

Sarah shifted slightly in her place and looked at Jen closer. “You’re saying I opened the door for you?”

A shrug, “I don’t know. I think so. I mean I wanted to experience it. I have. I just… If you’d asked me a few days earlier, I would have been more excited about it, I guess.”

“What do you mean?”

Jen said, “Well, it’s a long story and I don’t want to bore you.”

Sarah shook her head. “No, I have time. I think?” She looked at her watch. “I actually don’t know if I do. Carla hasn’t come back in which I’m assuming means that I’m not running late. Also, we fuck dogs as a hobby. This won’t be boring. Trust me.”

Jen still looked unsure, pursing her lips. “I guess. But I don’t want you getting into trouble on my account.”

Sarah chuckled, “You think I’m already not in trouble?”

Jen smiled and to her it finally felt a bit natural. “I mean, you’re only proving my point that you’re a rockstar.”

“Touché!” Sarah then asked, “Okay. Tell me what’s going on. It’s the drop, I’m assuming?”

Jen nodded. “I just feel shitty. I know it’s what is supposed to happen, especially since it’s my first time. I didn’t-”

“Wait, your first?” Sarah said, interrupting. “Sorry to interrupt you but I did hear that Carla was filming a first time mount. That was yours?” Jen nodded. Sarah sighed and leaned back in the couch, looking up at the ceiling. “When’s your next scene?” she asked.

“Voss delayed it by 3 weeks.”

“So, what, in 7 weeks?” Sarah asked. “Probably different dog too, I’m assuming?” Jen nodded. Sarah huffed and straightened herself to look at Jen. “I don’t know why Carla said yes to filming your first. I’m going to have a word with her.”

Jen shook her head, “No, I mean I wanted it to be filmed that way. It was what I wanted.”

“Did you?”

“I mean… I don’t know now, but I did want it.”

Sarah pursed her lips and at that moment, Carla peeked back in, “Hey you two. Sarah, we’re almost ready. You good to go?”

Sarah looked at Jen and looked back at Carla, “One mo’ and I’ll be out, Carla.” Carla nodded and closed the door after herself. Sarah turned back to Jen, “I hear you. I’ll come after the scene, if you’d like. Think about it, okay?”

She stood up and began walking to the door when Jen called out, “Hey Sarah, I… How do-…” Jen cut herself off, sighed and shook her head, “Never mind.”

Sarah stood at the doorway. “Are you sure?” she asked.

Jen nodded and Sarah left Jen sitting alone in the room. A few moments later, Jen sighed, feeling like she’d let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. She chuckled lightly, and stood up and stretched slightly.

There was a knock on the door and Carla peeked in again, “Hey Jen, feel free to stay here or wander around. It’s your call. I know Katie is free for a bit if you’d like to talk to her.”

“I… I’ll think about it. I don’t mind staying here,” Jen said.

Carla stepped inside and walked over to her desk and gestured for Jen to join her. “Here, I already had everything set up earlier. I thought I’d be here today and working on the shoot like I usually do but Chris had an interview today and I forgot he’d scheduled it. So I figured I’d be out there helping the crew.” She reached on the array of monitors on her desk and pressed the button and it turned on. “If you want to see Sarah’s shoot, you can watch it here. Okay?”

“Really?”

“You don’t HAVE to watch it but Sarah is something else when it comes to this. Think you’ve experienced some of it already, haven’t you?” Carla asked.

“Yeah,” Jen said, nodding, “she’s nice.”

“She’s very grounded. It’s why I wanted you to talk to her.” Carla paused and looked up at Jen. “If there’s anyone you need to talk to, it’s her. Yeah?” When Jen nodded again, Carla continued, “Good, now let me get out there. Sarah said something about yelling at me. I’ll also go and deal with that.”

Before Jen could respond, Carla was already walking out, leaving Jen alone again. She didn’t go to the console but resigned to sit back on the couch. She fished out her phone and was annoyed to see that she didn’t have any notifications that mattered, just one spam message asking her if she needed extended warranty for her car.

Jen looked at Carla’s desk again, debating. She fished out her wallet and pulled out what she was looking for, her tarot coin. It was a little silver piece with the wheel of fortune on one side and the universe on the other. She didn’t use it the way it was meant to be used however. She flipped it and while it was in the in the air, she said, “the universe”. It landed on the other side and Jen sighed. She knew what she actually wanted and she made her way back to the console.

The screens were all positioned with the angles you’d expect - low, close, intimate angles, all meant to capture all the details with as much fidelity as humanly possible. Carla had shown her what would be captured earlier and why. Jen had seen the angles before, it’s not like she hadn’t bought videos from Carla’s site herself, but something about seeing it in person had unsettled her; the gaze of it all.

Jen looked at the screen and saw Sarah and Maya chatting in the corner of the screen. Sarah was wearing a thin robe now, like the one she had worn the last time but the location was different and Jen realised that it was a different part of the studio. The rig and the platform was slightly altered, not completely the same but close enough. “Hmm. Right, this is probably what Carla meant when she said she’d be rotating the shoots throughout the studio,” Jen thought.

On another screen, Jen saw Carla talking to other members of the crew. She recognised them but with everyone moving about quickly to get the scene in place, she couldn’t really track them. Sarah then moved to the platform and disrobed, and stared at it. Jen’s breath caught. “She’s beautiful,” she said aloud and almost immediately clapped her hand over her mouth, turning red again. Jen spun around on the chair and looked at the wall straight for a few moments before turning back.

The headphone had been leaking audio from the set and Jen reached for it and held it up to her ear. She could hear the audio equipment pick up everything, not just the audio from the scene but also from the crew. Jen then donned the headphones and she could hear Carla’s instructions clearly and Mark speaking to the dog, in low gentle tones. Moments later, the dog appeared on screen - Finn, the Rottweiler.

Jen remembered Finn. He was sweet and playful, almost always ready to play fetch and adored getting scratches. Sarah didn’t look at Finn and got into position in the platform.

Mark instructed Finn. “Stay,” he said and he moved closer to Sarah and he asked the same question he’d asked Jen a few days ago, “Miss Thompson, do I have your consent?” Jen’s breath quickened and she removed the headphones and quickly pushed herself away from the console. Standing up, she walked away and almost got to the door when she paused, her hand on the door. “But… How…” she mumbled. Her hand wavered for a second before she turned back to the console, resolute.

By the time she was back at the desk, wearing the headphones, Mark was applying the musk to Sarah and then he held it under Finn’s nose to start the shoot and Finn reacted almost immediately and headed straight for the ‘source’ of the smell, Sarah.

Finn licked at Sarah’s pussy, snuffling at it. Jen could his wide tongue licking her. It only lasted a few moments before Finn reared up and tried to mount Sarah. His hips swung, trying to connect with Sarah and he missed and dismounted. Without waiting for Mark, he mounted her again and this time he connected quickly, his cock finding Sarah within a few jabs.

His thrusts changed from wide and searching to quick, and powerful. The console showed it all: Sarah’s face at the moment his cock connected, her body moving in tandem with his thrusts, a close-up of the “glory” shot angled at her pussy, and a wide shot of the scene that to Jen somehow felt even more erotic than the close-up.

Sarah’s gasps filled Jen’s ears and she heard him say “Good boy” and a thrill went down Jen’s body. Sarah’s face was perfectly poised, her cheeks red, her mouth slightly open as she panted at the exertion. Her expression was focused still, in control. And yet, she spoke to Finn.

Jen was mesmerized. The action was quick. Finn’s jackhammer thrusts lasted under a minute as Sarah winced. Jen knew his knot had slipped inside her and she checked that angle and it had. This thrusts grew shorter as he tried his best to seat his knot inside Sarah’s pussy. Jen’s face flushed as she realised this was what she experienced herself. She looked back at Sarah’s face and the contrast was stark.

Jen had come undone, whiting out almost but Sarah? She was focused, just like she’d written about it on her blog. Sure, she’d already seen Sarah’s movies but to see it happen in real time felt visceral.

Sarah’s writing echoed in her mind. “A dog is working on instinct, pure biology. Sure, I know what I’m getting into and my body is going to respond and be reactive. I just maintain composure.” Jen’s eyes wandered over Sarah’s body, taking it in. She saw the scratches that Finn had left on Sarah’s arms, and torso, how her body moved with Finn’s thrusts. Jen shifted in her chair, a little uncomfortable. She looked away for a moment before looking back, realising that for the first time in a long time, she found someone attractive, “that” way. And of course, it had to be her.

And then Finn’s hips stilled. He had knotted her. Sarah’s face dropped at the same moment, panting. Jen bit her lip, continuing to watch as it dawned on her that Finn was ejaculating in her now. Her skin pricked slightly, in arousal, and at that moment Sarah whispered, “Good boy” to Finn again with him wagging his tail at her voice.

A few moments later, Finn moved, almost as if he was trying to dismount and Mark quickly moved in. He was trying to turn and Mark helped him and the two were now butt to butt.

“I want that,” Jen whispered. “I want Ranger to turn just like that.”

The knot lasted well over 15 minutes and Sarah had not touched herself in all that time, letting her body work on its own with Finn. Jen thought so at least. As the knot deflated, Finn tugged at their connection, eliciting some gasps and moans out of Sarah before the final pop-out where his thickness emerged. That thin burst of watery cum followed, and Sarah’s pussy pulsed, searching for the stretch that held her open. Sarah sighed in content and she slowly dismounted from the rig.

Another flow of thin cum flowed out of her pussy, down her thighs. Sarah looked around and saw Finn standing there, panting, happy, unbothered. She leaned down and laid a kiss on his head, leaving a big red smudge.

Carla then called out, “Cut.”

In the director’s room, Jen stared as Sarah stood up, seemingly unbothered, in control. It felt masterful. It also felt visceral. The audio and the feed from the few cameras cut, and Jen heard her own breathing. It was deafening.

~~~

Sarah stood up and looked at Carla. She felt the trickle of fluid run down her thighs and grumbled internally. She felt used. Finn had a penchant for making her feel that way. Carla felt her gaze and looked at Sarah, opening her mouth to talk but Sarah beat her to it. “All good?” Sarah asked.

Carla nodded, “Yep. Good angles, great scene as usual.” She looked around and nodded at Mark who was taking Finn away and then looked back at Sarah, “Shower?” she asked.

“Yeah, heading there now.” Sarah took the paper towels and wet wipes from Maya graciously and wiped herself down a bit before looking back at Maya. “Do me a favor, just ask Jen to stay, yeah?”

Maya nodded. “Need company?” she asked. Sarah shook her head and started walking to the the locker room and showers, on the far side of the studio. She wanted to be alone, away from everyone. And the showers would let her. As she walked to the lockers, unrobed and naked, the cold maintained air did nothing to ease the knot in her stomach. Her mind wandered back to Jen and what she’d said. Even during the scene it had been replaying in her head. She needed to talk to her.

The lockers were quiet with the only sound being Sarah’s footsteps as she walked around, looking for her backpack. Once she got it, she walked to the shower and got in, turning it on and let the hot water cascade over her body. Sarah sighed and let her body relax. She was alone, finally. No camera, no unwanted eyes, no one or nothing that could judge. The hot water helped hide what she didn’t want to face.

When she was done, Sarah stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her body. She was a little wet still and worked on drying her hair and winced slightly as she got to her hands. Her phone had an unread message - one from Maya. “Jen said she’d stay around, only if you’d like to talk to her. I said I’ll keep her posted. If you don’t want to talk to her right now, just text me back.”

Sarah deliberated for a moment but the decision was quick. She shook her head and typed her response, “Nah, you’re good. I’ll talk to her. I’ll ping you when I’m done so that we can carpool back.” She tossed her phone into her backpack and started walking to the director’s room. Maya was still around near the filming area and perked up when she saw Sarah.

“Hey you,” she said.

“Hey, just… just going to go and talk to Jen.”

Maya nodded and tilted her head slightly. “Got soap in your eye?” she asked. “Eyes are pretty red.”

Sarah nodded, agreeing quickly, “Yeah yeah, shampoo actually. Still burns.”

“I feel that,” Maya replied. “I’ll be out in the parking lot, okay? Let me know when you’re done.”

Sarah nodded and walked to the room. Before she opened it, she took a deep breath and steadied herself before opening it. Jen was sitting there, a pensive look on her face that broke into a small smile.

“Hey hi, thanks for coming back,” she said.

Sarah nodded, and tossed her backpack to the side before sitting down and looking at Jen. “I mean, I did tell you I’d be back, didn’t I? I’m like Arnie that way.”

Jen chuckled lightly. “I guess I was worried I was coming off like a parasocial fan.”

“That’s what you were worried about?” Sarah asked, a bit incredulous. Jen nodded and Sarah sighed and leaned back, “Girl, you complimented on my videos, sure but I made you talk and explain and promise that I’d be back. If anything you’ve not been social enough.”

“I mean, I kinda look up to you. You do stuff that I know I can’t do.”

Sarah shrugged, “You do stuff that I can’t even dream of. Trust me, you can do what I do. I can’t do what you do.”

Jen smiled wryly, “Is this the self-deprecation olympics?”

Sarah froze for a second and burst out laughing. “Oh my God, stop. See! If you were just a parasocial fan, you wouldn’t be calling me out.” She looked at Jen. “You’re okay. Now, tell me, how can I help? And not in the way where I can tell you “You’ll figure it out”. I know on good insight that you’d find it annoying.”

Jen rolled her eyes. “Fucking God yes. I’ve heard that all my life.”

Sarah looked at Jen and spoke gently, “Look Jen. You’ve got us, okay? You’ve got me. I’ll help however I can. Even if it means yelling at Carla for stupid shit, okay? I just need you to promise me something.”

Jen asked, “What?”

“Whatever you decide,” Sarah said, “make sure you take your time with it, okay?”

Jen nodded.

Sarah felt her hands start to tremble slightly and she tried to cover it up surreptitiously. She bit back the pain and looked back at Jen. She needed to leave. The witty, composed routine was taking all that she had left and she couldn’t crash now. She forced a grin on her face and continued, “Okay. Good. I’ll get going now. I don’t want to keep Maya waiting. I promised I’ll drop her off at the mechanic’s after I’m done.”

“Oh! I hope I didn’t make—”

Sarah sighed theatrically. “No, no you didn’t make the delay worse. Stoppit now, okay?” Jen smiled at that and for the first time, Sarah thought it felt real. “Good. I’ll see you around.”

As Sarah walked away, Jen stood up herself. Sarah paused at the door and turned around, “Hey, did you ever—, is the—” She stopped and shook her head, “Nah, it can wait.” She paused again and looked at Jen now. “Think I can get your phone number?”

Interlude 2: Link

Link to my story on AO3: A Studio Knot: The Debut

Summary: Jen, a south Indian physicist steps into the studio for her first scene and first time with Ranger, a trained German Shepherd.

The Debut:

The overhead array hummed softly, the LED lights casting that even, almost clinical shadowless illumination across the padded platform at the center of the studio. Jennifer Jones stood at the edges, looking at the set, wearing nothing but a flimsy silk robe. Makeup had spent an hour or so touching her up, but it felt like a distant memory now.

Jen tried to replay the memory of the two nice ladies who had fawned over the chance to work with someone from South India. They had treated her like a puzzle to solve, hell bent on ensuring her skin tone showed up on camera the way they saw and loved it. It had been a moment of reprieve for her, being able to talk to women who understood the pain of darker skin tones, but it was fading away. As she stared at the platform, a low panic set in.

She had signed up to get fucked by a dog while cameras recorded.

The platform was pragmatic. It wasn’t a fantasy set or a bedroom. It was just a wide, low bench covered in a thick washable vinyl with cameras placed strategically. The bench was padded underneath for her comfort, which had helped during her training, but she was now unsure if it’d help during the real deal.

She tried to remember her training, but all that remained was cold panic.

The crew milled about the studio, unaware. They wore the studio’s signature dark polo T-shirts; a few of them taking care of Ranger, while the others adjusted lights and checked other filming equipment.

“Jen? You good?” Carla asked, her voice steady, breaking through the static in Jen’s head, causing her to startle and turn around to see her. Carla looked steady at her and asked again, “You good Jen?” she repeated. “We can wait or even reschedule if you’d like.”

“No,” Jen replied, shaking her head, “I want to do it. It’s time.”

Carla nodded, but responded kindly, “Only you decide if it’s time, alright? No one’s on a schedule, least of all us. I just wanted to check in since you’ve been staring at the knotting setup for the last five minutes at least.”

Jen chuckled, a bit nervous. “I guess I’m realizing it’s happening for real.”

“I get that.” Carla paused, turning away and hearing something on her headphones, before turning back to Jen. “Your screening is good and Ranger’s been cleared for the scene. We’re good to go if you are?”

A nod.

“Good,” said Carla, smiling before switching almost instantly to director mode. She turned to the crew. “Leo, Jake, get the cameras ready. Check lighting and sound. Do a prelim test with Ranger around the set. Katie?” she called out and a response came from deeper in the studio area, “Get Jen her consent forms and head to legal with them to clear them. Also get the contract for the video releases as well.”

She turned back to Jen. “This should just take a few minutes. Your lawyer is reviewing the documents and once he clears it, he’ll send it to Katie and you can sign it. So head over there and once you’ve signed it, come back here, yeah?”

Jen nodded and walked over to Katie’s cubicle, the cool air of the studio prickled against her bare skin, causing her to wrap herself a little tighter, a futile action, considering the thin fabric. Katie waved her over and said, “I’ll also ask Makeup to come in case we see any—” The phone rang cutting her off. She picked it up and spoke as Jen approached and said, “I’ll be right over!” and hung up. She looked at Jen and grinned, “No need for Makeup. Your lawyer’s good. Give me a sec.”

She stood up and jogged out of the studio, leaving Jen alone to her thoughts, something she didn’t want. She turned around to see the filming area and smiled as she caught sight of Ranger, the German Shepherd she had been training with. He was being led around the studio to get him used to the area and get him into the “performance” mode as his handler had mentioned. Jen didn’t have a lot of time to ruminate on it as she heard Katie walking back with Jen’s lawyer Jeremy, waving the papers.

Jeremy stood silently to the side as Jen signed them. Then Katie asked, “Say, what do you do as a physicist anyway?” Jen looked up, her tongue tied, causing Katie to giggle, “Surprised you, did I?” she asked.

The giggle helped Jen focus, and she replied, “Yeah, here I am about to be fucked by a dog and you bring up my work. It’s kinda complicated, but most of the time, it’s doing experiments and figuring out why it worked or why it didn’t. I mostly work with lasers,” she said.

“Oooh, like the ones in Star Wars?” Katie asked excitedly.

Jen laughed. “No no,” she said, “I’m mostly trying to make your internet faster. At least one of the projects I’m advising for is trying to make it faster.”

“Nice! That means I get to download…” she paused, shifting a bit guiltily, “stream more movies.”

That earned another laugh out of Jen. “As a sailor of the seven seas myself, your secret’s safe with me… with us, right Jer?” she asked looking up at Jeremy. He fought back a smile but deigned to mimic zipping up his lips and tossing the key away.

Katie giggled and handed Jen the last document she needed to sign. “Also, I hope I’m not being offensive when I ask, but where is your accent from anyway? I kinda noticed you do the British R thing, but you also sound American and also Indian.”

Jen nodded sagely, “I get that all the time. I grew up in Tamil Nadu, but I learnt English as my first language. So, the best way I can describe my accent is by saying it’s like if a British Indian got stuck in the Atlantic Ocean on her way to the States.”

As Katie grabbed the document, she laughed, “I think that works. And I think that’s all for the documents. You’re good for your shoot.” She looked at Jeremy, “Mr. Rios, I’ll get you your copies and we’ll have it submitted.”

Jeremy gave a sharp nod and moved to let Jen stand up. He shook her hand and said, “Good luck. I’ll have things set up when you’re done.”

Jen stood up and wandered over to the studio area where she spotted Maya. “Hey Maya!” she called out and Maya looked over and then smiled. She stood up to walk and the two met and hugged. “Thanks for being here,” Jen said.

“It’s kinda my job to be here,” Maya said teasingly before she laughed. “You good to go, Jen?” she asked.

Jen didn’t answer immediately. She looked at the filming area, at Ranger sitting with his handler, the whole setup before she responded, “I did the psych evals, I did everything right to get licensed to shoot this sort of stuff…” she paused and giggled before continuing, “Look at me still saying stuff. I’m licensed to shoot bestiality and even then all I can respond is by saying I think so.” She looked at Maya, “Is this how it always is?”

Maya nodded quietly. She let the moment stay before she spoke, “Everyone’s first time is usually like this but for you? It’s kinda special, since you chose to document your first time on camera. All of the performers we have in this studio… well all but one chose to have multiple sessions with the dog of their choosing, before shooting their first scene. So, it’s definitely a lot.” She looked at Jen, “But that’s why I’m here, for you. You need anything, anything at all, and I’m your gal.”

Jen smiled. She reached out and patted Maya on the shoulder, before turning around to walk to Carla’s office. As Jen walked over, Carla exited her office. “We’re good to go, Jen. All that’s left for is to shoot. You ready?” she asked.

Jen stopped in her place, her heart pounding, the air almost suffocatingly cold. She looked back at the set and then at Carla and took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly. “Ready.”

Carla nodded and headed out to talk to the crew and Jen knew what she had to do. Barefoot, she padded over to the bench. As she got closer, Ranger’s handler Mark stood up. He gave a silent questioning nod. Jen nodded back, answering his unasked question.

She let the robe down and got into position, on fours. The cold air hit her immediately and her body reacted to the exposure. She then realized that she was exposed, not just to the studio, but soon it would all be filmed. Jen felt the heat radiating outward as her arousal built from that thought. She adjusted the padded guides and settled in, a requirement so that she wouldn’t move when Ranger was fucking her. It wasn’t any sort of restraint, but it was skirting on the razor edge, which made Jen shiver again.

Mark then walked up to her. “Ms. Jones, do I have your consent?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He smiled, “Thank you,” he said and he began to get to work. He took out veterinary safe lube and used to generously coat her folds, pushing in to make sure the lube did its job. Jen clenched unconsciously at the first insertion, his cold gloved hand a contrast to her internal heat before she relaxed letting him work. He then walked over and dabbed a generous amount of lube to Ranger’s half emerged penis.

Jen turned her head to look at the black-and-tan Shepherd. He was large, almost as big as her, probably as heavy if not more. He was calm, his tongue lolled to the side as he looked around, waiting for any instructions, his instincts passively aware.

That changed when Mark brought out the female dog musk. The smell hit Jen’s nose sharply, the earthy-sweet tang enveloping her senses. She noticed as Ranger’s behavior shifted, going from calm to knowing that there was a bitch in heat somewhere. “It’s me,” she thought, “I’m the bitch in heat.”

Ranger’s body was tense as Mark backed away to stand next to him, enforcing his training. Carla spoke over the intercom, “Cameras ready?” she asked and a moment later, she spoke again, “Good! Mark, on my cue.”

Jen turned to face forward, her heart pounding, “It’s really going to happen.”

The instruction was simple. “Mount!”

Jen could hear Ranger moving, his feet padding on the vinyl before his cold snout pressed between her folds, licking and snuffling. His tongue was rough, textured, and it immediately got a moan out of her. She gasped at the effect his tongue had on her and as quickly as it happened it stopped. She instinctively pushed her hips back but it wasn’t his tongue that she felt. Ranger jumped on her back, his weight landed on her causing her hands and knees to push further into the bench, his fur and his heat a startling contrast to the studio’s air conditioning.

His hips thrust into hers, his pointed erection poking at her butt trying to find its target. Jen stayed in place as she was taught to do, and Mark moved in to help adjust Ranger’s angle. Hot spurts of pre-cum hit her body and trickled down, and all of a sudden his weight disappeared.

Ranger had dismounted, his claws clicking against the bench before he moved and pushed his snout into Jen’s butt before he whined anxiously. Mark acted immediately and took him aside for the reset. Jen let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in.

“Keep it rolling.” Carla said, over the intercom.

She heaved a sigh as she stood up and Maya was there at her side almost immediately. She handed Jen a few paper towels to wipe her back and handed her a bottle of water before she walked to get her robe. Jen opened the bottle and drank it, hoping it would calm her down. Her heart didn’t agree right away, thumping in her chest as rapidly as she’d ever felt it. Graciously grabbing the robe from Maya, Jen draped it around herself as she moved to sit on the couch nearby where Maya had been sitting.

“You good?” she asked quietly.

Jen breathed heavily before she responded, “I think so. I think that first fail was what I needed. My heart’s still trying to jump out my chest, sure but I’m not nervous like I was, you know? That low panic I had earlier about it being real, about how all the people I’d seen had done it so effortlessly.”

Maya smiled, “It’s nowhere as effortless. It’s messy and hard. They’re dogs. They don’t know. We’re beholden to their instincts.”

As Jen shifted, the smell of the musk hit her nose again and she giggled, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that smell.”

A sharp laugh. “You never are going to. I’ve grown comfortable when it comes out, but it’s a double take from me every time,” Maya said as she relaxed, leaning back into the couch. “So, you think you’d be okay when Ranger comes back?”

Jen paused and nodded, “Yeah, I think so.”

“I think so too,” Maya echoed.

The crew milled about, performing checks on the equipment as they waited.

It was half an hour before Ranger came back after treats and Mark helped bring down Ranger’s anxiety. Jen’s heart fluttered at the sight. “Good boy,” she thought, her nerves and anticipation twisting low in her belly, alongside the lingering slickness between her thighs. “We both need this.”

Jen moved to the bench again and after checking with Jen, Mark applied the lube and the musk again. When Mark let the instruction loose, Ranger had hopped on quicker this time, more intent on making the connection. Jen felt his hot breath on her right as he thrust his hips, his weight somehow more bearable to her now. They were eager pumps, but the angle was still wrong with his pointed member slapping and thrusting against her thigh before slipping mid-stroke. He dismounted and shifted restlessly but this time, he continued to move.

He circled around Jen and thrust his snout into her pussy again, giving her wet folds a few licks. “Priming me,” Jen thought. She knew she was not right, but the fantasy of it was hot and then mounted again.

His weight landed on her back as he grasped her hips with his paws and thrust. His hot, slightly damp fur pressed against Jen’s back, hot breath from his snout blew into her ears as he his hips thrust into her waiting entrance. He missed twice more, poking her butt, streaking it with pre-cum and then, he found her and the instinct clicked inside Ranger.

Jen immediately felt the thrusts of Ranger’s pointed canine member. It was far more insistent and urgent than any knotting machine she’d experienced and the wind got knocked out of her. He started to lengthen and thicken quickly and Jen’s walls felt it all. Ranger kept driving in with low grunts, his hips snapping in fast and uneven pumps: some shallow and frantic, others deeper, all of them deliberate. The sounds of sex filled the quiet studio.

In the back of her head, Jen knew Carla was instructing the crew, but she couldn’t hear anything. She felt Ranger’s drool land on her back and hair, matting it against her body, she felt the swing of his balls against her, she felt the his damp fur against her skin, she felt the heat radiating from his body and from his cock inside her velvet folds, and most importantly she felt her body react instinctively to Ranger’s fucking. Of course, all of this was nothing compared to what happened next.

She had learnt about it, trained on dildos, but nothing had prepared her for the heat of his member, and nothing had truly prepared her for what was going to happen next. Within what felt like seconds, the small bulb at the base of his penis had started to grow in thickness far quicker than the rest of it.

The knot.

Ranger’s pace quickened alongside this. His paws gripped her tighter, his claws grazing her bare skin, leaving scratches. The knot swelled at the base, the firm bulge bumping and stretching her entrance with every snap of Ranger’s hips. Jen winced as it refused to slide in neatly, not that she’d expected it to. She felt the pressure, hot, mechanical, insistent, wanting to be inside her soaked folds at any cost. Despite the lube and arousal, and despite it not being at its full size, it didn’t go in and just as Jen frantically thought if she’d not get knotted, the knot pushed past her entrance inside her with a POP only she could feel, eliciting a guttural grunt from her.

Another wince hit her as the knot continued to swell rapidly and it caught behind her lips and Jen’s training kicked into hold the knot with her pelvic floor. The knot grew to its full size now and with an almost suction-like feeling inside her, it locked in tight. The seal felt raw, alive. A thin trickle of mixed fluid still leaked down her thigh anyway—warm, slippery, messy—before the knot finished expanding and cut off the flow.

She had been knotted.

Ranger stopped thrusting and Jen started to feel his ejaculation for the first time. “This is nothing like the machines,” she thought, pulse hammering. “This is alive and too much and exactly what I wanted.“

And she realised the overwhelming jets that she felt inside her were his sperm. Her fingers found her clit and rubbed it, needing that orgasm.

In the distance, she could hear Carla instructing the crew to zoom in, but it was as if everything was distant, underwater. All she could feel was Ranger’s knot inside her, throbbing with his heartbeat.

Her first orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave, she felt her body convulsing, her pussy fluttering around his knot as the orgasm drew out every possible pleasure point in her body. She almost whited out before she dropped her head, her eyes teary both with the pleasure of an orgasm and the mechanical pain of her first ever knot. Her muscles clenched around the knot, trying to milk it, causing a low rumble of content from Ranger. He leaned in and licked the side of her sweaty face before huffing and relaxing, his weight on her body, his knot inside her, his cock filling her womb with his seed.

As Jen recovered from her first orgasm, things came into view and she noticed her glasses were askew. With a weak chuckle, she fixed it with one hand and noticed Maya and Carla. Maya focused on Jen while Carla was all business, directing shots. Grateful she leaned into the sensations now, savoring the feelings more. She caressed Ranger, stroking his soft fur and murmuring to him about how much of a good boy he was. Her second orgasm came later, slower, deeper.

The knot lasted seventeen minutes.

As the bulb deflated, the pressure from inside her pushed some of his seed out of her and Jen felt the squelch as the knot shifted within her, each little movement causing sparks of pleasure throughout her body and sparks of that pleasurable pain at their coupling.

When the knot had deflated enough to pop out of Jen, both Carla and Mark had moved in, Carla to capture the almost obscenely sexual moment where Ranger’s canine length emerged from Jen, covered in both his and her juices, swollen red and angry, knot still visible. Mark moved in to steady Ranger and help him get off Jen.

She collapsed at the exit, her pussy expelling the thin watery cum with a burst out of her, first along with the “pop out” which then slowed down to a steady trickle down her thighs. Her pussy winced, involuntarily clenching around the emptiness, almost as if it was searching for the knot still. Jen shifted out of the bench, feeling bow-legged and tender as she did so.

Maya then stepped in to check Jen, crouching beside her to check her color, her breathing, and her mental state. Jen noticed it and smiled weakly at Maya who gave a reassuring smile before stepping out of the frame.

Carla spoke as she looked at the monitor, reviewing the footage, “Solid tie, Jen. The swell looked intense on camera. Oral segment is next, if you’re up for it; Ranger’s still slick. We can take a break or stop right now if you’d prefer.”

Jen, flushed and still trembling, wiped her thighs quickly. The cum cooled rapidly on her skin, turning sticky; her inner thighs adhered slightly with every small movement. “Straight through,” she said, voice steady but eager. “I want to taste him while he’s still warm.”

Ranger stood on the padded floor, tongue out, his red shaft glistening and half-hard, the knot now a soft, sensitive bulge. Jen wrapped her fingers gently around his base, steadying the slick length. Her arms and thighs still trembled faintly as she steadied him, strength returning but not yet steady. She took the tapered tip into her mouth. The taste flooded her senses; salty, slightly bitter, layered with her own juices and the thick, watery cum that coated him, while another warm trickle ran down the inside of her thigh.

The cooling, sticky residue on her skin contrasted sharply with the warm, earthy taste filling her mouth. She licked softly at first, tongue swirling, then took him deeper, lips stretching around the veined shaft. Maya hovered visibly at the edge of the shot, ready to step in at any sign of trouble.

Jen knew he was mostly spent as she felt only little spurts of thin liquid and so she watched his body language the entire time. Ears flicked. Hips twitched. Breathing quickened into short pants. In less than a minute she felt the subtle tension—tail stiffening, weight shifting restlessly.

Overstimulated.

She pulled off slowly, letting his cock slip from her lips, and stroked him once more before releasing him entirely.

“Good boy,” she murmured, soft and checking. “That’s enough for you.”

Ranger shook himself lightly, tongue lolling, relieved. Mark stepped in with a quick reward treat and led him a few paces away for a calm-down break.

Jen sat back on her heels, lips shiny, chest heaving, the messy aftermath still slick between her thighs and the deep ache settling in. The cameras kept rolling a final beat, red lights steady as the shot lingered on her. Then they stopped. The lights winked out with soft clicks.

The studio suddenly felt colder. The sticky mess between her thighs had cooled completely now, pulling at her skin with every small shift. The adrenaline ebbed quickly. Jen winced sharply, a low hiss escaping as the soreness slammed home—deep, throbbing, undeniable between her legs and low in her belly. “I-I’m ready for that big break now,” she stammered. “The soreness is finally catching up… c-can someone grab me an ice pack too?”

Maya was already there, draping a fresh towel across Jen’s shoulders and gently helping her shift into a more comfortable seated position on the padded edge of the platform. “I’ve got you,” she said softly, already radioing for the ice pack. “Breathe. You did incredible.”

 

EPILOGUE:

The next day Jen watched in silent awe as Carla scrubbed through the footage that they’d shot. She couldn’t recognise the woman on the screen. “Carla,” Jen said softly, looking at her, “it looks incredible. But the next time we shoot, I hope he turns. I want it to be good for him too.”

Carla smiled internally before responding, “Ranger sort of alternates between being on the back and then turning around. I’m a bit surprised he didn’t but it did make for some great shots.” Jen blushed slightly as Carla zoomed into one of the moments, a close-up of Ranger’s knot peeking out of Jen’s pussy, a slow trickle of fluid seeping out of the seal. “Honestly if I had to pick one image to keep forever, it’d be that,” she said.

Jen chuckled, “I’m glad to hear it.” She paused and looked at the video again, taking the image in, knowing that was her cunt clenching around that knot, and smiled. She looked at Carla, “When will the video release?” she asked.

“In a month. We’ve already been pushing out teasers and stills from the image. We’ll ideally have you create a studio profile that’d be linked to the site so that you don’t have to worry about your personal socials being involved. Rick should send that info in two days, I think. At least last I checked.” Carla looked at Jen, “There’s been a good amount of buzz by the way. Everyone’s interested because it’s a debut, it’s a South Indian woman, and because of that interview.”

Jen grinned, “Good idea, no?”

Carla nodded, “Very good. Having it go out before any teasers was a great idea. We had more engagement in that than usual, considering the size of our studio and the people who support us.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Jen replied.

“Which brings me to my next ask,” Carla said, “I know you already want to shoot more but I want to do a follow-up to that interview where you talk about how it felt. We rarely get a chance to talk to someone after their first time and I know there are some women who would love to vicariously live through you. There have already been four requests for it and the sweetest one was from a trans woman who wanted to hear you talk about it because she knows she won’t experience it like you.”

Jen’s breath caught, “That’s sweet, but also sad.” Carla nodded. The silence extended before Jen spoke, “You know I’m going to do it. I guess her request kinda grounded me about this weird sort of privilege, I guess.”

Carla nodded.

Jen looked at Carla, “I’ll do the interview on one condition-” she paused, “Two conditions. One, there has to be a community Q&A that I can answer and I want a specific set of questions from her that I can answer.”

“Done,” Carla said, almost immediately before she gave Jen a rare smile, “I’m glad I picked you. I knew my gut was right about you.” She leaned back in her chair, “Let’s make something beautiful.”

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