Darius is Princess the Poodle, and she quietly writhes in pleasure inside the costume Fred is wearing.
Uncle Curtis quickly hooks a violet bikini top around the poodle's chest. "It won't do to have your nipples poking out, will it?"
"...!" Princess remains silent. The gag deep in her throat guarantees that much. She feels at her false breasts with both paws, curious at how the soft silicone droops and squishes almost like the real thing. When Curtis approaches with a black bikini bottom, Princess doesn't even need to be told to lift her legs and step inside. The stiff rubber suit hidden under her fabric skin made Princess feel like a sculpture... which wasn't even far from the truth.
"Is this what Fred goes through all the time?" Thinks Darius as Fred as Princess. All they say is "...".
Curtis wastes no time in wrapping a pink shawl over Princess' hair, and placing horn-rimmed sunglasses on the bridge of her muzzle. "I'd say you're about done, Princess. Come on, you have about a minute before the shoot starts."
Shudder, shudder. Every step she takes is punctuated by the low-intensity vibes from the bullet-shaped massager nestled in her false vagina. The solid construction of her costume is the only thing keeping her knees from buckling and giving out under the forced pleasure she's experiencing. As she pushes through the door into the studio, the rough asphalt of the road gives way to smooth concrete, and then sudden softness as she steps in the sand covering the beach party set. With closed eyes, Princess takes a deep breath through her nose and digs her rubber paws into the dunes.
"Princess! There you are! Get in position, the photoshoot is starting!" One of the stagehands grabbed her by the shoulders and led her to a wooden beach chair. "Look casual. I mean, your face is stuck like that, but MORE casual."
The stage lights were like halos floating over her head. Real seawater lapped near her, and real seagulls flew past inside the studio. Princess rested on the beach chair and crossed her legs, praying that her buried male parts were not visible. The first few camera flashes were simple enough, merely different poses while resting. After about a dozen, though, a second actor stepped in...