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Auditorium wouldn’t call it stealing. A thief wouldn’t plan to give anything back once they were finished watching it, nor would he leave the actual valuables untouched when going through the back rooms. He found the film reel stashed away in one of the dressing rooms, in a box with a few others. He only took one, in the hopes that it wouldn’t be missed, and stored it directly in the film projector built into his head.
Hidden in plain sight, no one had suspected a thing.
Luca’s downright giddy as he rushes into his projector room. He’d been keeping half an eye on the production of The Whisperer in Darkness for the longest time. What he got his hands on could possibly be a deleted scene, or even a draft copy of the film!
He throws himself into his seat, flicking on the reel with a theatrical snap. With a click and a whirr, the reel starts to spin, and through a series of clever biomechanical implants, it’s projected onto the wall through the lens in his eye.
The main character of the movie, Space Mining, appears in the center of the shot. He looks nervous as he makes his way through the set, a spectacularly carved alien landscape. His coat swished around his ankles, and he held his headphones nervously in his gloved hands.
“Heavy Bomber? Paratrooper? Ecospheeeeeere..?” He glanced towards the camera, looking uncertain by its presence. By his demeanor, he’s seconds away from breaking character, or breaking down from anxiety.
Well, that’s not promising. Instead, Auditorium can’t help but lose himself in the costume and set design. His eye kept getting caught by the fantastical background. Realistically, it was all carved foam on a painted background, but for how simple the materials were, it efficiently conveyed the illusion of something remarkably alien. The camera followed Space Mining as he continued to paw his way through rocky outcrops and craters.
“I’ll… Find the others eventually, I just need to keep moving,” Auditorium had been so taken in by the camera’s smooth movements that he was almost surprised by him speaking again, considering how terrible he was at if before. His delivery was off, he noted. His nerves were appropriate, but his lines were stilted, like being read off a cue card just off camera. Too much emphasis, not enough force. Perhaps this was his audition tape, then? Bit strange to be in full costume and make-up during a preliminary take, but Luca had heard tell of how eccentric the director’s choices were…
He supposed he should let the entire clip roll before criticizing any direction, but he couldn’t help but notice amateurish work when he saw it. He had watched plenty of movies in his time, and he could not help but notice the incongruity of the production values. While there was a remarkable amount of polish in the sets, the direction was definitely lacking. Not to mention the grainy film, and the fact that the camera was moving a bit faster than Space Mining himself, making it feel like he was always lagging just behind.
Oh, but if that was the intention, it might be a decent metacommentary. It’s clear Space Mining had been separated from his group. If even the pace of the movie was trying to leave him behind, it would be an interesting tidbit of character building--
As Luca near loses himself in his new buzzing thoughts, a shadow passes over Space Mining from above. Both he and they seem to notice it at the same time. Fear spreads across Space Mining’s face as Luca’s own expression perked up with interest.
A giant, scaly creature dropped from the outcrop of rock above him, landing on all fours mere feet away from Space Mining. It had creamy scales and a flat face, its mean, saturated eyes fixed directly on new prey. It snarled, tossing its head as it stalked forward, mouth agape, tongue flicking the air.
Well… More like its tongue flopping into the air. While the illusion was sold by impeccable prosthetic make-up, it didn’t hold up to any discerning eye, or anyone who wasn’t suspending their disbelief for the film. This wasn’t to downplay the actor’s abilities, of course, only pointing out the limitations of his craft. It was glued to his skin without shifting, but it still bunched occasionally near the joints. The way he moved was practiced though, and shockingly natural.
The uncanniness was most apparent in his face, which never quite shut its mouth fully. Its teeth circled a prominent hole, one allowing the man inside to breathe and ‘speak’ without his snarls becoming muffled. His tongue looked more like a rubber hose than a naturally occurring appendage, but through some miracle of practical effect work, he was able to flick it in and out, like a real reptile.
Luchino. Creature consultant and excellent prosthetic artist. Luca recalled running into him on set once, out of costume except for some claws and scales he had partly applied. An intriguing man, he had asked as many questions as he refused to answer Luca’s own.
He keeps getting sucked into analytical mode, nearly missing what’s actually happening onscreen. Space Mining had let out a shuddery gasp of fear, backing away from the monster as it continued to crawl towards him. He backed away, keeping his eyes locked on it, but after only a few steps his boot accidentally caught the end of his coat. He tripped spectacularly, landing backward on his ass with a cry.
The fear was real. He could see that much in the way Space Mining cowered away. His delicious emotion sold the scene of a man about to be attacked by a reptilian monster for a grand total of five seconds before he opened his mouth once more.
“Get back you… You monster?” He said, lines stilted and unrehearsed. It sounded more like a question than a command. The man in costume had to be much more committed to his role, because Luca would’ve had to fight from rolling his eyes. He merely snarled, the spark of intelligence in his slit pupils turning cruel as they settled their sights on Space Mining’s own.
He prowled closer, tilting his head as he seemed to inspect his prey from several angles. Very much like a lizard who had spotted a particularly juicy insect. Luca promptly forgot once again he was meant to be focusing on the theatrics when there was such impeccable costuming for him to inspect. While Space Mining’s own outfit had the wear expected of it, it wasn’t anything outside of the ordinary for a generic sci-fi flick. Luchino’s monster, on the other hand, was downright terrifying. He rose up on his hind legs as easily as he walked on four, despite walking on what must surely be digitigrade stilts.
After a few long seconds merely staring and assessing, something seemed to click. Whatever it was, it had deemed him acceptable. The monster leaped again without warning, and Space Mining screamed.
Wicked claws raked down his front. Auditorium expected a spray of fake gore or guts, but instead the camera cut for a moment. In an instant, his shiny body suit was ‘torn open’. Or in this case, merely undone by the zipper to expose his pale chest. Poor Andrew sat shivering, his coat hanging on by his elbows, and one of his shoulders exposed by the suit falling off of him.
This made sense, Auditorium reasoned. Pre-release footage, audition, whatever it was, he couldn’t expect the effects to be ready just yet. Actually shredding his outfit for every take would be an unthinkable burden to the costuming department until they could make a suitable ripped outfit for the aliens to shred into.
The strange reptilian continued to loom over him, his long tongue once again slipping through the tubing in his mouth as he rasped out another growl. Covered in slick fluid, it lapped at Space Mining’s naval, pulling his tongue up his body to taste it, and ending with a sensual flick up his neck.
“That tickles,” Auditorium faintly heard, the immersion breaking for a moment before the monster doubled down with a growl straight from the bottom of his chest. The display of animalistic domination once again had the slight man whimpering in fear.
Something was strange about this. The thoughts kept intruding in the back of his mind, but Luca was far too engrossed in the effects to notice before it was too late, and happening right in front of him.
The monster leaned his weight on his back feet, the curl in its reptilian mouth growing what he could only describe as ‘smug’. A remarkable feat, considering it had no muscles to contract in his silicone mask. The camera zoomed in to his lower half, ‘below the belt’ so to speak. There was a prominent slit between his legs, what he had first assumed was part of the costume, now revealed to be more practical than he could have imagined.
Two nubs emerged from the slit, his alien nature becoming more uncanny before his very eyes. In much the same way his tongue emerged from his mouth, dual cocks began to slowly emerge from a puffy sheathe. There was a camera cut or two, but it was barely noticeable. Luca was too engrossed in the way his cocks, slick with lubrication, slipped out inch by excruciating inch.
It was at this point, as the lizard stood before what was to become his newest ‘mate’, that Luca realized that the film he had taken was far more risqué than he’d expected.
Space Mining continued to stare, agape, his eyes locked between the lizard’s legs.
“T-t-two???” His surprise was too real. “You-- It has two?”
Auditorium’s brain turned the new information over, going through his options in the space of a few seconds. This was much more than pre-release footage. It was a full on home video of the actors in costume, likely extremely personal. He was rapidly accepting the new turn of events, his curiosity towards where this would go pushing down the nagging feeling he was watching something he should not be.
Most important of all, it seemed the monster had two cocks. Perhaps Luchino had saved that detail to get the genuine shock response on Andrew’s face, his jaw slack with bewilderment and yes, even fear.
It’s what Auditorium would’ve done. If he had two, anyway. Didn’t even have the one. Alas.
In a moment, the lizard sprung like a grasshopper upon the man, pinning Space Mining down by the wrists. Still, it neglected to eat him. It didn’t so much as sink its fangs into him. Its hunger was of a more carnal variety.
His cocks hovered just above Space Mining’s belly, their lubrication dripping upon him. The man continued to squirm, fighting the hold on his wrists.
“Please no, please n-no..!” He whined, his eyes closing as he turned his face away. The reptilian only seemed to chuckle, pulling one hand away to rake his claws down the man’s chest. It ‘tore’ the rest of his body suit away, leaving the man with only his coat to cushion him from the rough ground.
He couldn’t help but notice that it was being played up for the camera. Luchino even sent a sly look back over his shoulder as he tossed the shucked body suit aside. Andrew’s own cock flopped out onto his stomach, hard as a rock and throbbing as he whined and squirmed, a small tuft of white hair framing it. His hole was pink and gently winking at the camera, clenching down on nothing. Despite his words, he looked like a man who wanted nothing more than to be bent over and fucked right there.
“On the ground..?” Andrew grumbled under his breath, only to get another reprimanding growl in return. His talons enclosed his head, remaining in character, but offering a clear warning to stick to the script.
His prey secured, and reminded of his place, he continued. The reptilian took his time pushing his thighs apart, pinning the poor man against the ground into a mating press, and inserting one of his cocks into his too-small hole.
He must have been prepared beforehand. Most people didn’t have slick, gaping anuses. Nor would they have been able to swallow such a large cock, even with the copious amount of lubrication ‘excreted’ from his slimy pink skin. Remarkably dual purpose. Their texture gave them a ribbing which must be pleasurable, the sensation as rough as it was gooey and flexible. Luchino’s pace was still brutal, and Andrew screamed as he was penetrated, taking the cock inches at a time as the monster plowed him like an insatiable beast.
The camera angle changed, swiveling so that Auditorium could just barely see Andrew’s hole swallowing his cock. The other swung free, slapping skin against skin and leaving a shiny sheen whenever it whapped against his thigh. The focus especially lingered on Space Mining’s face, his eyes unfocused, his mouth agape.
“Nooooo, nn… Mnnnmm,” he groaned, shaking his head over and over as he clung to his prosthetic arms like his life depended on it. The monster only seemed further spurred by his begging, the break in his voice making him pull back his mouth and snarl.
It adjusted its position, and the angle changed again. His tail was lifted into the air as it more deeply drove himself into his hole, claiming it for himself. Space Mining’s stomach bulged outwards from its sheer size, unable to even squirm he was so filled. In his unfocused haze, something shifted.
“Nooo, mnn… ah-!! Yyyyes, yes..!”
A cry of joy, not fear, was ripped from Andrew’s lungs. And yes, it was Andrew at this point, and not any attempt to remain in character. He pressed closer, clinging onto the man with pure delight as he was split open from the waist down. No longer a man getting ravaged by a beast, but one who was thoroughly enjoying being bent in half.
Curiously, it’s not an animalistic snarl, but a human moan which is torn from the monster as he buries himself into Andrew to the very hilt. For the first time, his mask fades away as he holds Andrew close to his barrel chest. The prosthetic pieces were no longer a second skin, becoming just a suit in favor of catching a glimpse of the man inside.
All pretense disappeared like a puff of smoke after that. Luchino let out a few token snarls, and some beating on his chest and quiet ‘no’s from Andrew, the true nature of the film was allowed to take the forefront. Drool leaked from the gash in Luchino’s mouth as he slapped his tongue against Andrew’s face, covering him in another layer of slick as he rutted into his prey.
Luca’s interest waned a bit after that, the cinematography lacking from that point forward. There’s only so many ways he can see a man get fucked before the unique nature of the film began to lose its novelty. After a few minutes of this, much faster than he would’ve expected, Luchino’s movements become erratic. He pinned Andrew against the rough earth until he was crying out, louder and louder, with every thrust. This time, it’s only hardly exaggerated. It’s nothing but real pleasure, real adoration.
Andrew screamed as he came, only at the last moment desperately trying to turn the scream of ecstasy into one of fear. The reptilian roared as he buried his cock into Andrew’s ass, the other free to bounce and drip outside of his body. Nothing released from it, of course, but it continued to slap wetly against his sweaty skin.
His real cock was presumably encased within the one currently buried within Andrew, releasing his real load. Luca’s thoughts were briefly overtaken with the image of both of them buried within his hole, stretching him out in a way he might never recover from. Whether both could fit inside was another question.
The two panted for a moment, the lizard curling around Andrew and giving him a few cursory laps of his tongue, flicking it against his face. Apparently satisfied, it pulled out with a schlick, Andrew’s soft, puffy hole visible to the camera, with fluids leaking down the divot of his ass. He moaned low and tried to push himself up. The reptile had other plans.
The film closed out after another cut, and one last scene of Space Mining, thoroughly fucked and messy, being dragged away by a monster by the back of his neck. His skin was flushed, his eyes unseeing, only muttering quiet words. It’s difficult to make out whether he’s pleading to be let go, or pleading for more.
Just like that, the recording stopped. The film reel clicked as it rotated around in Auditorium’s head, the same way he turned what he just witnessed within his own brain.
He would have to return this personal tape to where he found it before anyone found it missing, and before it found itself falling into the wrong hands. The press might turn it into a scandal, and gossip like that would have Metropolis buzzing for the next two weeks.
But first…
He rewound the reel, starting it from the beginning. He wanted to appreciate the film this time for the intended reason, and try not to get so engrossed in the costuming.
Luca promptly forgot about his own wetness as the film retread its steps, once again getting sucked into the direction and costuming over the passion shown onscreen.