After a *checks submissions* .....4 year... writers block, I finally got a new story done! with art from the absolutely amazing touchofsnow on FA and editing I am very grateful for from bottler from FA in a setting I made with a million ideas from 4 years ago XD

Will (hopefully) be trying to get a bit more out before the light inside me dies again. This is another one that is a bit on the darker side of my collar setting, more akin to 'important lessons: Cruel Realities'.
but without further adieu, the story to this is for:


Collar Chronicles: Black fur studios

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The pouring rain did nothing to calm Alice down as she made her way down the street. Just over twelve feet tall, the massive hybrid of a great white shark and leopard seal towered above all the other pedestrians. Her thick rubbery skin, a mixture of dark grey with patches of lighter grey at the back, faded to light grey with dark splotches around the front. Her thick and powerful tail, strong enough to accidentally lift people off the ground, something that the excited shark would have barely noticed as she kept walking. It swayed behind her like she was moving through water as the rain beaded and rolled off her bare hydrophobic skin.

She had been thoroughly enjoying the new laws regarding ‘decency’ that allowed for more exemptions for those who, like her, were large in stature to not need to completely cover up, along with those who had sizeable enough genitalia, breasts, or stomachs where finding clothing was a headache. Further regulations allowed more coverage for anyone who had any kind of clothing malfunction to perform any “natural bodily function”, mainly used by women who had their shorts tear while sending someone inside their gut. The law also granted opportunities to those who wished to “participate in population control” without their mouths to now use their preferred method, even in public places.

Reaching up, Alice slid her long pink and purple mohawk out of her eyes and down the back of her head as she looked up at the massive complex she was approaching: Black Fur Studios, one of the best film companies in the country. Someone who worked there had seen her in one of the student films she participated in while drinking her way through college, and had sent her a message about being in a movie. The info was sparse, with promises of more details once an NDA was signed at the studio.

Grinning widely, large alabaster teeth shining in the early morning light, she made her way up to the security station. Long thick legs made quick work of sauntering through the promenade, striding over anyone small enough in her way and gliding past anyone tall enough for her large belly to bump into.

A cheetah wearing a blue uniform with a badge on his chest stepped out of the station as she came nearer. While most predators like him wore no collar to make it easier to eat, it also offered no legal protection to them, making anyone who was collarless, no matter their job, just as edible as a bunny in a green or blue collar. The cat ran his eyes up the wet dripping skin of the hybrid, from her large well-fed belly to her purple eyes and huge white teeth. While he had never considered himself short, the cat had to crane his neck to look up at the massive hybrid who stood before him.

“Y…...you must be….Alice?” The cheetah gulped a bit, his eyes flicking back to her belly, almost missing her nod were it not for the movement making her wet hair slide back over her eye.

“Right...” he continued. His eyes glanced over to the normal crew door, which was slightly bigger than him, before looking back up to the hybrid who only seemed to grin wider. He made his way back inside the station and pressed a button that sounded a small buzz. A delivery bay door emblazoned with the stylized BFS logo surrounded by a black circle began to fold open. “Go on in, and Javiaer should be by shortly,” the cheetah said, closing the door to the security room with a deep sigh.

Alice let loose a small giddy laugh, her smile only growing. Her body felt like it was moving on its own, making its way into the bay door, her jaw dropping in joy as she looked around the studio. The air was so crisp as she felt it rushing past the skin on her neck, her gills taking in a deep gasp of awe. Around her were massive buildings, each one labeled with the name of a movie or TV show the studio produced. Her heart pounded in her chest as her thick tail flicked behind her of its own accord.

She was brought back to her senses rather quickly when she heard a chuckle from below her. Looking down, she saw a well-dressed panther in a suit standing there. The older cat seeming as unbothered by the rain as she was, despite his attire. Her grin never faltered as her tail performed another arching swish, a sudden movement that seemed to make the panther’s golden eyes dilate before he looked back up to her.

“Miss Hecate?” He asked, his voice deep but silky smooth.

“Mister Black.” Alice replied, her heart not beating any slower as she looked over the eased posture of the panther. He was one of the most wealthy men in the country, and more importantly, the man who had made so many movies and shows that she loved growing up with, as well as the new ones coming out.

“Joshua told me a lot about you, and when he showed me the film you were in I have to say that while I was impressed by your skill, I was disappointed that you were playing such a mundane monster,” he said with a wide smile. “But once the NDA is signed, I will be happy to correct the latter mistake,” he said as he started to walk back to a cart with a large flatbed, which looked to Alice that it was normally used to move props around.

Following his cues, she moved over and sat her large rear down on the flatbed before lifting her feet, to the mild protest of the shocks. The cart zipped along the road connecting the various studios, all the way to a large building at the end. Once Javiaer had exited the cart, she disembarked as well, feeling the bed lift considerably once she removed her weight. Seeing this, she nervously flicked her ears, a few drops of water flying out in front of her as her hair fell back over her eye, one hand rubbing her belly a bit as she moved around to stand by the grinning cat who was making his way into the building.

“Don’t worry about your figure. It's just what we want for our next movie.” The panther laughed as the pair made their way into the thankfully large door, making the hybrid only have to duck slightly to get into them.

Once inside, Javiaer led Alice down a hallway. She was getting a few looks from various staffers, but the hybrid barely noticed as she took in the decor of the studio. Posters of various movies, as well as some of the more famous props, lined the hall they walked down as Javiaer opened a large door, walking in and waiting for her to follow.

Upon entering, she blinked, almost startled at seeing a large green wall with an open green floor in one corner. Bright lights shone down upon the green-covered surfaces, which a raccoon diligently was adjusting before looking through a large camera and then readjusting them more. Looking back over to Javiaer, the panther had gone to a table where he stood with a well-dressed rabbit wearing a back collar. The pure white bunny was small but had the presence of a giant as she looked over Alice, the hybrid almost feeling like she was looking at the rabbit eye to eye.

Alice glanced down to the collar on Athena’s neck. A black collar, a real one, the smooth metallic exterior edge giving just a hint of the interior plush padding that was customly designed for the bunny and no doubt filled with all the tech that would ruin the life of anyone foolish enough to ignore the rare piece of art around her neck.

“Alice,” Javiaer gestured to the imposing bunny, “this is Athena. She is the company's head attorney, and my wife.” He smiled as he said this and Athena nodded in acknowledgment. She had a smile as well, but it did little to diminish the air of authority she seemed to have as she smoothly pulled a pen out of what the unfocused hybrid could only assume was thin air and set it down on the table next to a piece of paper.

“Sign this,” Athena chimed, her voice sweet like a mother trying to explain something basic to a child. “The first packet is a basic NDA, of course going over in length how you will not tell anyone not employed at Black Fur Studios about anything witnessed or done here. The second packet is a very generous contract,” she said, looking over to Javiaer, who grinned back to her, holding up his hands in a gesture that looked to be emphasizing the generosity of the contract. Athena’s red eyes once again regarded Alice. “Which includes your pay, an on-site residence, and...” The bunny’s eyes held Alice's own for a moment with a sweet smile. “...my services, free of charge, should the need arise while under our employment.”

Alice looked back down to the table, picking up the pen. It felt heavy, even to someone who used to help her friends change a tire by lifting the front end of their cars. She flicked over the NDA only briefly before signing it. She had come too far to back out now. The second packet was much thicker, but one part on the front page caught her eye: A number, with a currency symbol by it.

Her eyes widened, her heart palpitating at the amount as Javiaer’s chuckle brought her attention up to him. “Well, as my wife has said, it is a very generous contract. The money, trailer to live in, and legal representation are all yours, so long as you do what I, or my wife, tell you to do,” he said with his large smile having never left his snout.

“What do you say?” The panther asked, though Alice was already hurriedly signing the contract. She had noticed what the panther had said and how it did not restrict itself to just movies, but she did not care in the least. This was a life-defining moment she had come too far to pass up.

Javiaer laughed as Athena cooly scooped both documents into her hands, leaving the room without another word. He gestured to the green wall and floor, starting to make his way over with Alice following behind.

“The movie we are filming is a gangster flick. You will be playing the role of the enforcer, and will be the lead in this movie. After the don refuses to give you the money you need for your sister's operation, you decide to show the crime family what it feels like to go against the best…and hungriest...enforcer in the game.” He said with a mirth as the pair approached the film area.

Alice nodded with a smile. She could already see the role in her head as well as a few potential plot twists if this is even going to have them. Javiaer glanced at his watch for a moment with a soft laugh. “Thought the paperwork was going to take a bit longer, so the other person for the shoot will be a moment, which gives me a bit more time to explain,” he purred as his tail curled just behind him.

“Along with the laws changing for people of your...build, so too are the ratings, so with you leading this film, we can do….almost anything we want, and still get a rating that will allow us to screen it in theaters to adults.” One of his eyebrows raised, his perpetual grin taking on a wry twist.

“Before we get in too deep, you are willing to do…..anything, for the contract?” His gaze now freely roamed over the hybrid's smooth rubbery skin, which had already dried from the rain, apart from what still dripped from her hair.

Alice nodded as her hands slid up her own voluptuous frame, running them over her chest, pressing down on her large breasts before running them down over her drooping gut, making a small dribble of thick white milk leak from her nipples. “Anything...” she repeated back as the panther eyed her now glistening nipples.

“You're not...pregnant, are you?” He asked, regarding the milk suspiciously. His voice was flat enough to make Alice unsure what he would even prefer, not that she would lie regardless.

“I am infertile.” She said as she gave her chest a firm pat. “But I have a condition that makes me lactate year round, so long as I am well-fed.” She said with a wink. “I can still be whatever you want in the movie,” she added, just to be safe.

Javiaer nodded, his hand rubbing his chin in contemplation. “It's not in the script, but I may want to think about it. This is useful to know regardless.” The car purred, scenes already forming in his head just as the clicking of an opening door pulled both of their attentions.

“Josh!” Alice cried out happily as the wolf, clad in cargo shorts and a BFS shirt, walked into the room. He began to jog over to them, waving and smiling once he saw the massive hybrid.

“Alice! Hey!” He laughed as he got over to her, his ears perking as Javiaer walked out from behind Alice.

“Ah, good, Joshua, you're here.” The cat rumbled as he looked back over to Alice.

“While filming won't begin until next week, we do want to make up some promotional material. We figured a good start would be our ‘enforcer’ in the middle of what gave her such a reputation.” His fangs showed through his smile now as he gestured to the wolf. “With this film coming about due to Joshua finding you, and erring so egregiously in casting you with such limited dialogue, I figured he would be perfect for this purpose.” Javiaer said, his golden glare flashing over to the nervous looking wolf, whose eyes were now darting between his boss and his best friend.

“Feet-first into your mouth if you will,” Javiaer said casually. “We want to get a few shots of his head and arms in your throat, as well as at various stages of digestion over the next few hours. From there, we will decide which can work best,” he added on as Josh backed up slowly, only to feel his rear bump into something.

He whipped around, only quick enough to see Alice’s large tailfin scoop him off his feet, but not quickly enough to react with more than a shrill scream. He tried to wriggle his way off, only to have the fin hold him in place as it raised him over the hybrid's head, easily more than fourteen feet into the air. The wolf looked downwards with a yelp, only to focus on the large maw now opening under his feet. Josh’s eyes widened more as she shook his head, his eyes taking in every inch of the thick flesh under him. Pink skin mottled with dark brown splotches on the roof of her mouth led down into the thick folds of her dim throat.

“A-Alice wait! C-can you just please get the pills first!” He stammered, only to feel a moment of weightlessness as the fin angled down and released its coiling grip, gravity regaining its hold over the wolf quickly killing that sensation as the wolf witnessed his own feet rushing down towards the fleshy abyss in horror.

In the studio lighting, Josh could see every detail of the thick pulsing tunnel opening over his feet, even as he felt the strong flesh squish over his calves. His shorts put up no resistance as his belly and chest landed on the tongue with a wet splat. His shirt was quickly soaked with saliva as he felt his belly sinking into the esophagus before his friend even took a single gulp. Looking up and out of the large shark jaws, he saw his view of the world shrinking away from the ceiling, and then saw the camera.

With one hand grabbing onto a massive tooth, the wolf moved his other hand outside of the thick fleshy maw, the air there feeling cool on his hand with so much of his body now buried in warm flesh. “Kris!” The wolf cried out to the cameraman as he heard the beep from the camera, seeing the red recording light, shaking his head in disbelief. “Kris help me!”

Javiaer smiled almost absentmindedly, his hand softly resting on his chin, watching the gills on the sides of Alice’s bulging throat flex as her chest rose and fell. “Ahhh, you can have someone in your throat and still breathe? That will be a real boon in later filming” He said to her with a nod. “Alright, now make sure to keep your mouth open when you swallow, if you would be so kind?” The panther purred, nodding to Kris who zoomed in towards Alice’s black lips.

Josh nervously panted, his hand squeezing the pillowy pink tongue under him, turning his head towards thick cheek flesh, past which he heard his soon-to-be-former boss talking to the cameraman. He then felt the inevitable swallow, the powerful throat pulling him down, his loose grip on her tooth offering no resistance as his chest was tugged down. Within this brief moment, as he slid downwards, he could see the lens of the camera framed by the inside of her maw, past her teeth where his reflection looked back, his head and arms inside grinning grey jaws. Then, he saw nothing.

Josh felt this lone swallow continue to pull him deeper and deeper, sliding down this overwhelmingly slick tunnel, the fabric of his boxers rubbing over his erection making him blush in the pitch blackness. His feet were released from the constrictions of the esophagus, dangling in open air for a moment before touching down onto the rippled flesh that lined her stomach. His feet spread these folds as more of him was pushed down, the stomach sagging under his weight once the last of him was pushed down her throat.

The wolf was still panting in this humid musky darkness, his hands trying to find any purchase amongst the slick, folded stomach lining, the flesh squishing between his fingers as thick goo ran down his hand to hang from his wrist. As his hands probed the fleshy pouch, he could tell the oversized stomach had to make hardly any room for him. He sat mostly upright in this oppressively hot miasma, and trying as he might to shift his legs, he only found them mired in a viscous slop. The smell of vanilla and maple mixed with the overpowering smell of bile that made his nose twitch, his panting now a mixture of lust and panic. She always did seem to love her pancakes.

He forcefully slapped the flesh around him, the sound’s wet echo being dampened by the soft walls in the stomach making his bulge throb harder.He desperately tried to ignore it. His hand partialy sunk into the layers of shifting muscle as he huffed. “Hey! Did you already take the pill, right?” Josh shouted, his ears going back, thick saliva oozing from them and running down his back. She must have already had the pill...right? There is no way she would do this without it... right?

His lungs heaved as they took in more of the acrid air, feeling the smell burning his nose as he moved his hands from the stomach lining down into the muck he sat in. The wolf shut his eyes as he concentrated, though it offered to him no perceivable difference as his arms sifted through what he was confidently assuming used to be a lot of pancakes. The sloppy slurry was sticky enough to tug on his fur as he blindly felt around for the pill. Every movement of his hands causing the muck around him to shift and churn, his arms effectively stirring it around himself. His ears perked up as he felt his gurgling enclosure pulsing and pushing around him, the stagnant stench in the gut now beginning to shift around what used to be a predator.

Outside of Alice, the camera was drinking in the sight of her throat flesh opening up and rippling as the massive hybrid let out a deep belch that surged out from both her mouth and gills. The hot stinging air was strong enough to make the raccoon’s fur bristle, the dark BFS shirt the wolf had been wearing billowing free from the shark's mouth and landing on the floor in front of her with a loudsplat. Leaning back from the camera, she gave her gut a soft pat and turned towards Javiaer. “Do we have a pill for him?” She asked, the hybrid barely able to make out the muffled yelling of the wolf, a skill she had acquired over the years.

Javiaer laughed, shaking his head. “Sometimes for talent, but I am not wasting company resources on an errand boy. If he didn't have one on him, that is entirely his problem.” The panther shrugged as he held his hand out towards Kris, keeping it flat and lowering it. “Now then, if you would be so kind as to lay down? And put on a big smile, this is for marketing.” He added, turning away from the camera back to the hybrid.

Alice nodded and lay down on the floor, her tail draped over her rounded, shapely ass with her legs tucked into her gut. The wolf’s bulges were just visible from inside her stomach as she laid with one arm next to her chest and the other propping up her chin. She did as she was bidden, giving a genuine toothy grin even as she could feel and vaguely hear the intensifying cries of fear and protest from her friend while he sloshed around with the rest of her breakfast.

Javiaer nodded with a wide grin. “Yeah~ Just like that,” he purred, taking in the full breadth of his newest asset turning once again to the raccoon. “Get a basic background on that and send it to marketing. I look forward to seeing what they can do with it,” He said before looking back at Alice. “Try another pose once he is a bit mushier, but still visible, though I think we already have our winner.” He punctuated this statement with his grin now baring his fangs as he turned to leave the room.

Alice shifted back, moving to now be seated cross-legged, with one hand idly rubbing her belly and her tongue licking over her lips. She peered into the camera lens, seeing the ephemeral reflection of the faint swimming movements inside her gut. She moved her hand out of the way to readjust her mohawk, the grin still on her face. Her first movie, and she hoped to make it a movie to remember.

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