Hard times had fallen upon the Trash Twins. After an emergency trip to the ER in order to save their reproductive function the two found themselves without any spending money. Who knew someone could get tangled on a zip line and slide the whole way on their crotches?
Thrash had fired up his trusty Commodore computer to check his emails. He was annoyed as he had to clean the rubber ball in his mouse in order to make it move, but after his balls were in order the raccoon looked through his inbox. He was surprised to see one from Gianna, a famous hyena adult movie star. Thrash was very familiar with her work, her snarky remarks and impressive bust helped him get through more than a few lonely nights. Thinking about it he owed much of his forearm strength to her. Clicking open the message Thrash read, getting a shock when he saw it was an invitation to him and his sister, Gnash, to film an adult movie. His mind did race for a moment, thinking about all the times he pictured himself as the guy in the pornos featuring the hyena. Hell, even her laughing at the mens premature ejaculations turned him on more than he wanted to admit. He noticed his pants tightening at the thought.
Thrash sighed, knowing that even if it'd be fun to film, it wouldn't be his style. Besides, what would Holly think? He typed up a polite email to decline the offer.
The very next day he noticed a new email from Gianna. He hoped for a nudie picture and was let down when there were only words. Reading them did make him perk up, as she clarified that she ment for the twins to film a work out video. Thrash called his sister over to read it over.
“I've seen her name a lot in the search history of the computer.” Gnash said, judging eyes pointing towards her brother.
“I- She's very-” Thrash stumbled over his words. “Well, she's offering us to film a workout video. Ya know, the kind mom used to make back in the studio. Think about it, if this gets big we could be the next Greg Smithey! Besides we do need the money, I'd love to get the full color omnibus for Morn the Runt.”
Gnash rubbed her chin, not fully convinced. “She really seemed like she wanted to shoot a porn with the two of us. Don't you think its weird how she led with that?” Even as she voiced her concern she imagined using the money to buy uncensored episodes of Lexie: Space Cop.
“Just a little typo, no biggie. Anyway, who better than us to get people into fitness? Think about it. ‘I’m Thrash and I'm Gnash. We want to pump.’” He clapped his hands. “You up!”
She kept an impassable expression before smirking. “Let's pump up the jam!”
“Are you sure this is the right outfit for me?” Gnash asked, still hiding behind the hung up curtain that passed for a changing room. His voice echoed in the small studio, a room that would normally be filled with gym rats doing yoga or aerobics, equipped with wooden flooring and mirrored walls.
“Yeah mine seems a little, well, little.” Thrash asked, in the changing curtain next to his sibling.
Gianna cood “I'm sure you look amazing, darlings, come on out.” She stood tall, even without her high heels she was head and shoulders taller than most others. She leaned over to her cameraman Bob, a fox whose face said he had seen it all and nothing can phase him anymore. “Be sure to get all the bouncy bits of these two. Need some nice teasing before the money shots.” The fox gave a nod and thumbs up.
She popped a gumball into her mouth, letting the round candy warm before biting into it as she looked over the script outline for this shoot. “You're a real professional, Bob, wish all men knew how to keep their mouth shut and follow orders like you.”
Gianna was a hyena with tan fur spotted with black, with her two most prominent features being her more than generous chest and carnal grin. She was dressed sharply, a tight skirt and suit top that barely was able to contain her massive breasts. Her muzzle curled into a leering grin as the twins stepped out, dressed in only what only can generously be called clothing. Thrash was first to step out, wearing only his signature headband and shades, a very loose fitting pink crop top that had a neck so wide that it hung over only one shoulder and bright yellow speedo that left virtually nothing to the imagination. Gianna attempted to hide a snicker, thinking to herself that he didn't really live up to being able to call it a banana hammock. More of a pickle swing. Gnash quickly followed, dressing in almost as much as her sibling , with matching headband and shades, a yellow tank top that was nowhere near thick enough to hide her nipples, and pink bikini bottom that was a size too small, leaving her with a prominent cameltoe. Each look was made complete with bright leg warmers.
“Why do we have to dress like this?” Gnash asked as she tried in vain to dig out the fabric of her outfit from between her toned cheeks. “I have a lot more appropriate outfits.”
Thrash gave one look at the hyena and had to quickly avert his gaze, her in the flesh conjuring countless nights spent touching himself to her image and knowing that this outfit would hide absolutely no arousal.
Gianna took a moment to poise herself. She knew these two had a reputation for not being the brightest, but she still needed to do her best to keep them assured that she was filming a normal work out video and not a soft core porn. The hyena woman had every intention of getting as much skin to show out of the racoons to make a killing banking off their low level celebrity fame. That and she had big plans for the ending. “Darlings, you two are in very good shape, and many people would want to get bodies like yours. If they can see their fitness goals on screen it'll help motivate them. I understand you may feel a tad uncomfortable, but think of all the people you'll be helping at home reach their work out goals.”
The twins seemed to think about this adopting a more relaxed stance.
Under her breath Gianna added. “People would just be working out their right arms.”
Thrash ears twitched. “What was that?”
Gianna didn't miss a beat. “I said ‘right on.’”
The twins both perked up, each extending their pinky and thumb with a doofy grin.
Both twins flinched and covered themselves with their bushy tails when they saw a shorter fox man setting up camera equipment. “Who's he?”
Gianna gave her best comforting smile. “He’s just the cameraman, Bob. A real professional, you won't even know he’s there.”
Bob, for his part, only made adjustments to his camera, face showing absolutely no emotion.
The twins were shown to the room where the video would be shot, a mostly empty small work out studio with a few pieces of workout gear tucked away for later use. Gianna and Bob stood at one side, back lit with stage lights.
“We will start off with some light stretching.” Gianna said as she sat on a folding chair, happily noting that both twins tried to sneak a glance up her tight skirt. “Followed with a little muscle training, and ending with a little jazzercise.”
“Radical, that's our jam!” Thrash said, eyes lighting up behind his shades.
“We have a totally killer routine!” Gnash added on, showing as much excitement.
The hyena smirked. “I'm sure it will be. But let's just focus on the here and now. Show the viewers at home how to limber up.”
The twins looked at each other, both well versed in fitness from their years growing up. As soon as their eyes met they flinched, suddenly self conscious at their states of undress. They shuffled a step away from each other.
“Oh come now, we want you both in frame.” Gianna commanded, as she motioned for them to come together. They did so, awkwardly starting up.
Gnash started, adopting a wide stance and leaning her body to one side. “It is important to do proper stretching before any workout, so you dont pull a-”
“Music will be played over this, you don't need to explain things.” The hyena stated, motioning for Bob to get some close ups.
Undeterred the twins had already synched up their movements, not needing to communicate to be in sync. The two raccoons continued to stretch, all the while the camera man moved to glide the view of the video recorder along their bodies. Gnash crossed her arm across her chest, pulling it in with her free hand. This had the effect of squishing her breasts to her body, pressing them between her torso and arm. The camera there to record the moment she realized her arms and her boobs bounced back to their resting position. The camera moved to Thrash as he reached an arm behind his back, pushing his pectoral muscles out, straining against his crop top. He couldn't help but give a little flex as he noticed Bob’s attention on him.
“There we go.” Gianna said with a warm smile. “Have fun with this. We will zoom in on you while you go through the routine so any viewer knows exactly where to position themselves. Now how about you two touch your toes?” With her directing done she drops down on the directors chair, her cleavage bouncing as she adjusts herself to get comfortable.
The twins, not seeing anything suspicious did so, reaching to touch their feet. Bob moved behind, getting prime shots of both behinds. Naturally their fluffy tails went up without them noticing, leaving their backsides totally exposed. They stood up straight, the little bit of their rumps that was covered by their outfits now lost between their cheeks. They repeated the motion, bending over fully. Gnash had a larger butt, the perfectly round cheeks on full display with the pink bottom now dug in deep to be like a thong leaving her womanhood almost on full display. The bikini suit slid fully between the lips of her vulva, leaving nothing left for the imagination. Thrash did not fare much better, his smaller butt just as toned butt was fully shown, the gold speedo now just a thin line between each cheek. His balls were barely contained by the outfit, but the outline of each testicle clearly visible, nestled snugly in their fabric container.
They did a few more stretches to finish limbering up. The twins moved on to simple gym equipment, both trying to dig their outfits out of their cheeks. Thrash gravitated towards a resistance band. “Gotta show off my twenty four inch pythons, brother.” He stated, doing his best to imitate a famous blond haired wrestler.
“Those are not twenty four inches.” Gnash said with a smirk as she moved towards a leg machine. “I suppose you are used to lying about how many inches you have to the ladies.”
“Shut up and show off your thunder thighs.” The male raccoon stated. While they jeered at each other there was no hate, merely teasing. Gianna couldn't help but be drawn into sibling rivalry.
Thrash stepped a foot down on the band, pulling the handles of the elastic material upwards with his arms, making sure to show off as much of his biceps as possible. Bob got a good angle recording the flexing muscles as he slowly moved his arms up and down pulling against the elastic band, all the while the raccoon wiggled his eyebrows and gave his best cheesy smile. “I'm plenty used to long, hard work outs.” He said, imagining all the babes watching at home.
Not to be outdone, Gnash began her workout on the old hip abduction machine, a simple device where the user sits and pushes the machine apart with their legs to build up hip muscles.
She pushed against the machine, giving a grunt as she pushed with her legs, leaving them wide apart. Bob wasted no time getting a good shot of the woman as her leg muscle flexed and her crotch was exposed. She used a free hand to pull her shades down and give the camera a sly wink.
The hyena wanted to spice things up a little and blew her bubble gum until it gave a loud pop. This drew the attention of Thrash, still grunting and working his resistance band. Gianna slowly and deliberately uncrossed her legs, leaving them open for a brief moment before crossing them again. The raccoon's doofy smile was replaced with a dumbfounded look as his brain failed to fully process what he saw. “No panties…”
This lapse in focus had the band slip from under his foot and snap upward between his legs into his crotch. He let out a yipe of pain when the force of a whip nailed his nuts. He let go of the band and locked his knees together, hand cradling his aching manhood as he awkwardly hobbled in place.
The hyena giggled to herself manically. “That's what you get for talking shit.”
“Ha!” Gnash chuckled. “Dumbass.” She rocked back in her seat from giggling. A metallic clunking sound was heard as the old machinery snapped. This increased the weight of the device and forced the woman's legs far apart in painful sitting splits. This hyperextended her groin muscle and she yelled in pain. All of this was caught on camera by Bob the impassible fox, who never failed to get a money shot.
Later the twins were sitting with ice packs on their sore bits, taking a short break.
Bob and Gianna were looking over the footage, the hyena only half looking it over. “Right darlings, you're looking phenomenal so far. We just need the jazzercise. Are you feeling up to it?”
Obviously still sore Thrash shot double finger guns. “Always, Sharon Stone.”
Gnash groaned, in discomfort but happy that she had done her stretches. “You wore through that scene on our vhs copy of that movie.”
“It's a good movie, ok?” Quickly shifting topics. “Let's get our rears in gear.”
“Hold on.” Gianna said, motioning for Bob, who dutifully put on latex gloves and pulled out a small unlabeled container. “We are going to just fluff your fur with a little lotion. It'll help make you look better in the lights.
“Is that a thing?” Gnash asked, incredulous.
“I mean if you don't want to dance to ‘Let's Get Physical’ we can just call it a day there.”
Both let out a unified “No!” and allowed the perpetually stone faced fox to rub his gloved hands in the mystery lotion. He felt around the bodies of the two raccoons, running fingers through the fur and touching the skin underneath.
“I feel a little funny.” The female racoon said as a strange sensation of warmth washed over her. She felt a little dizzy but strangely good.
“Oh, you'll feel a little warm, but that's just the lotion light… thing.” Gianna stated, while rolling her hand. She finished her phone from her pocket and started playing the Olivia Newton classic. With one of their favorite songs playing the twins took the stage, heads swimming a little. Bob took up his camera and began filming, the hyena sitting comfortably in her chair, ready for a show.
The racoons started their synchronized dance, starting off keeping a distance away. They would move and sway to the rhythm losing themself to the dance. It didn't take long for Bob, Gianna, or even the rest of the world to be lost. All there was left was the here and now. They moved closer, rubbing shoulders and bumping hips. They shuddered at each others' touch, inhibitions melting away as sweat began to mix with the lotion. With their body temperatures rising from all the movement, Gnash deliberately turned towards her brother, leaning down and slowly pulling off one of her leg warmers. While still bent down she turned her head up, giving Thrash a full view down her loose tank top. She moved back up, kicking her leg and letting her warmer fly off. Her brother’s dick began to stiffen and throb against the tight confine of his speedo. With a lusty leer Thrash returned the gesture, rubbing his hands on his stomach and up his chest, hooking under his tank top and removing it in one quick motion, letting the colorful fabric fall to the ground.
The two danced some more, lost in the lights and sensations. They gyrated next to each other, feeling like every time they touched one another they ran the risk of melting. They moved back to back, tails curling to wrap around one another. As they leaned into the other their own hands would feel themself up, even the slightest touch giving them shivers. Gnash stumbled when she felt her brother pull away. She let out a whine at this, but it was quickly replaced by a gasp when she felt his hips pressing against her, a swelling member pressing on her toned butt. He wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her close so almost every part of each other was touching. Thrash glided one hand up her body, cupping a breast and giving it a firm squeeze. She bit down on her lip, barely able to contain herself. She pushed back, slowly moving her behind up and down to glide his member between her cheeks. The brother moved his head down and gave a gentle bite to the woman's neck. She screamed in pleasure as he licked her within his mouth. She couldn't take it anymore and turned to Thrash, pushing him to his back.
Thrash looked up and saw Gnash rapidly undressing, pulling off her bikini bottom to reveal a growing wet stain on the fabric and a clear trail from her womanhood. He quickly removed his own undergarment, letting his fully erect dick swing out and twitch with anticipation.
Gianna had a wild grin on her face, the lotion working better than she had ever hoped. Her only worry now was Thrash blowing his load too early, something she had to deal with in other men much too often.
Gnash began to lower herself, seeing the pearlescent drop of precum forming on the dick in front of her.
Suddenly the door to the room burst open, with several uniformed police officers storming in. “This is the police, everyone on the ground!”
Before anyone could fully react Gianna was in handcuffs. She struggled, launching a few hard knees to the groins of arresting officers and making a break for the exit. A new officer blocked her way and barely dodged out of the way of a kick aimed for his crotch. Failing to attack low, she lunged her mouth forward to try to bite him, missing again. She opened her maw to try again and had a face filled with mace. She fell to the ground, breasts falling out of her top as she flailed in agony.
and Bob, still not showing any surprise, had his camera confiscated. The twins hadn't even noticed, only acknowledging the officers when one pulled the woman away before she could engulf her brother’s penis. She was confused, frustrated, and still very horny. Her eyes perked up when she saw a handsome looking rabbit officer in uniform. “Oh my God, Lexie!”
The rabbit lowered his ears in confusion. Gnash pressed her bare chest against him. “I want you so bad, please take me now!”
An older officer was forcing Thrash's hands into handcuffs. “These two are out of it, cuff ‘em!”
Gnash pursuit only intensified. “Yes, cuff me, I've been a bad bad girl!” She pawed at the officer, unable to hold herself back. She reached down and groped at his groin, feeling the babymakers underneath his pants. “Oh, is this a baton or are you just happy to see me?”
In a panic the rabbit grabbed his actual baton and bonked her on the head.
Even in his haze Thrash was angered, forcing the officer on top of him to fall off as he rose to his feet. A fallen cop, having had enough of this situation, swung a taser up between his legs and frying his nuts.
The twins were awakened by a splash of ice cold water. The pressure was intense, forcing them back into consciousness. They both gasped and darted their eyes all around to figure out where they were. Once more they were blasted, the icy water washing all over them. Thash took a rather sobering jet of water to his crotch, cooling of the previous frying.
“Not cool, stop it!” Gnash hissed, more annoyed than anything. The water stopped and the raccoons could see they were in a shower room with a duo of officers. The rabbit from before held a large water hose and the older officer motioned for him to stop. He explained that the lotion used on them was a very powerful and illegal aphrodisiac. This work flew over the heads of the twins, to which the cop dumbed down to just ‘horny cream’ as he dropped towels over the two nearly naked twins. Thrash was eager to cover himself, as the icy cold water caused a rather embarrassing amount of shrinkage.
He continued. “We looked over the confiscated footage and it's clear you two had no idea what the substance was. Once on the skin it makes the body super sensitive and makes you only think about sex.
Gnash jeered. “For him there wouldn't be a change.”
Thash looked shellshocked. “This is serious, sis. Do you know what this means?”
The female's eyes slicked back, suddenly gripped by a sense of panic. “That we were drugged and almost forced to fuck each?”
“No.” Thrash said, turning to meet his sister’s gaze. “If this all was fake this means we won't get paid! I won't be able to get my omnibus of Morn The Runt!”
Gnash sneered, feeling like her brother was missing the bigger picture. Before she was struck with a similar notion. “Oh no! My uncensored DVD of Lexie: Space Cop!”
The officer sighed, he was going to ask if they'd be interested in helping to track down the person Gianna bought the horny cream from, but the twins had more pressing concerns on their minds. Still, he would keep them in mind for later. They may be helpful yet
