[Contest Entry 2011] After the Winter Show

It was very strange when I was asked to help film a porn flick for a contest. Then again, I probably should have expected to participate when Fakku decided to host a film contest in order to fill its dying cosplay section. Due midnight of January first, Pacific Standard Time, the user who’s film best rated by Valentine’s Day, would receive the title “Film Star” and would have the pride of having their video featured on Fakku. Surprisingly, there was a lot of interest as the number of videos in the contest grew exponentially each day since the 25th, when the contest was first announced.
It was now the 28th of December, when I answered the knock at my door to my friend whom I dub “Sex-hair” for obvious reasons. You’d swear, if her hair didn’t look more like Stocking’s, that she was the natural cosplay of Panty from Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt. Normally she wore a skirt, cool shirt, and a coat to make up for the weather, but today she wore jeans and a T-shirt. Her hair was cut short from its normal length to give her a more boyish look.
Opening the door to see her tired face, even though it was around noon, I greeted with a classic, “Sup Sex-hair? You look a bit tired.”
“Shut up and grab the camera, kid.” She calls me kid, but only because I’m a month younger than her. We’re both eighteen.
“What are you even talking about?” I asked, definitely not taking her seriously.
“You saw the contest on Fakku, right? I wanna win, and you’re gonna help me.” Shocker? Probably not the part where she and I are frequenters of Fakku, at least not to me, but the fact that she would want to film herself and post it didn’t feel right to me.
“You’re joking right?”
“Nope.”
†˜She can’t be serious,’ I told myself silently. †˜She can’t be serious!’
“And what exactly are you planning to have me film?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Angie and I are going to cosplay and have sex and you’re going to film it.” Angie was another friend in our group of fakkuzas. Although she wasn’t a real frequenter, she heard of the contest. According to Sex-hair, she was also an extremely horny, which was never very apparent to me. She was , which hour-glassed to her well sized chest. Her hair was a little longer than a bob cut, and to top off her slightly gothic getup, she wore glasses.
I paused for a moment, thinking about the possibility. I couldn’t see that happening but I decided to play along, just to make sure that they don’t actually do something stupid. “In the dorm?” I asked.
“No, in the makeup room. The winter show got out yesterday and won’t be cleaning until nine.” Our group normally hung out there, since we were allowed, and normally nobody bothered us, since we were pretty good about cleaning up after ourselves.
“Sri and Yuri might be hanging around, you know.” Sri and Yuri were Angie’s two roommates. Yuri’s in the Audio/ Visual Club and Sri, while being in the Book Club, helped direct the show. They were pretty chill with most stuff, but I was pretty sure that this, hypothetically, wasn’t one of those things. They were also pretty quick when after-production cleaning commenced because they who come first, get to keep the best props.
“They’re hosting the cast party before that, remember?” Where did they say that party was again? I think it was near the fountain across campus. I still wasn’t convinced, but there wasn’t much keeping me in my dorm either.
I sighed saying, “Give me a minute,” and went to go grab my camera.

It was pretty fortunate that the school even got a new theater and even more so that we were even allowed to eat lunch there. My instinct tells me that there were some pulled strings but my friends were pretty quiet about that. Then again, I didn’t really ask since it was a cool place to hang.
I striped the coat I had and hung it on the coat hanger upon entering the room, after Sex-hair, who, for the first time that I’ve seen, used a key to unlock the door to the makeup room. Then I turned and saw Ang....naked. She seemed to have prepared already, by covering the couch in a plastic cover. In the corner of my eye I could see her clothes in a bundle and other than her glasses she wore a pair of cat ears.
And it was really hot to see. Her crossed arms covered her breasts as she seemed to shiver in the cold. Her head was bowed down, showing off the cat ears that seemed to blend right into her skull, despite the hair texture on them, which looked different than her actual hair. She looked up at my face, which was probably red as a tomato, and then over to Sex-hair.
“I thought I told you to tell him that we’re filming this.” Her face looked indifferent, when she said it, though her voice seemed to hint a sort of amusement, as though I were the center of attention despite the fact that she was naked.
“I did, Ang. I mean-” and Sex-hair looked at my face and nearly busted her gut laughing. “Wow, kid. Just wow. Did you think we were joking?” I only looked away from her for a second before shaking my head.
“Let’s just get this over with,” I said, hiding my embarrassment.
Ang explained to me, in detail, that the film would have all the things you’d expect in a flick: a hand job, then a blow job, then some fingering here and there, and to top it off, an orgasmic fuck, in which they would climax together. It seemed simple enough, when she explained it. Then I saw Sex-hair’s costume.
If I said, †˜she wore a strap-on’ technically that would be true. However, when she first walked out, I nearly gaped, asking, “What the fuck? You have a dick?”
“It’s just a prop,” Ang answered, before Sex-hair could throw another fit of laughter. The prop was realistic. I couldn’t tell where it ended and her actual skin began. They must have invested a fortune into it, too because it could change from an unerect position to and erect one, and even squirt, or so I was told.
“Start the camera, kid, and watch the show,” she said, lying down on the couch. I could see her pussy under the prop, from where I stood. She was like a real-life, futanari.
“Action,” I said, starting the camera, and after less than a minute, I knew something was wrong.
Ang did too, giving a motion to me and an annoyed “Stop. What are you doing?” to Sex-hair.
“What do you mean, †˜what am I doing?’ I’m playing the role!”
“Your over-exaggerating, Sex-hair,” I interjected. “People will know that you’re faking it.”
“Just watch here,” Ang said, and she began to unbutton my pants. I think I turned the brightest shade of red that I could, and as Ang was half-way off with my boxer-briefs, she paused and looked at me. I could see near-innocent eyes behind the glare of her glasses. “Do you mind?”
I couldn’t speak. “Just…g-” I stopped as my healthy six-inches sprouted from my briefs.
“I’ll take that as a †˜yes’,” she said, closing down on me with her mouth. She moved masterfully, tongue coiling around my shaft as she bobbed back and forth until I could only mutter.
“Ang…I-” came. And then I came in her mouth. It had been a while since I last masturbated, so I felt like I came buckets. A drop of semen slipped out the side of her mouth and she licked it up, releasing me. Her face hardly changed as turned back to Sex-hair, who was fingering herself, while I didn’t notice. “See that? That should be your face while I fuck you. Now let’s go. Action!”
Ang nearly pounced on Sex-hair as I fell, on my butt, to the floor. I couldn’t believe what was happening, as my two friends started to fuck each other. Ang was on top and Sex-hair was on the bottom and as I saw it, they were having fun.
I got up, growing a second erection quickly while walking over Ang. “This one’s your own fault, you know,” I said to her.
“My ass is clean,” she said, so I rode behind. Looking down, Sex-hair looked helpless with her arms in Ang’s hands, her breasts docked against Ang’s as we rode faster, and faster.
“More,” Ang whispered. “Harder.” And so I moved harder, and soon we all nearly yelled as we all climaxed. Suddenly I heard voices, and the door opened revealing Sri and Yuri.