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EXT. MOONLIT WOODED PATH - NIGHT
Moonlight peeks through the bramble of branches in the canopy of the dense forest road. Stray gossamer beams lazily drift through the still night air.
Upon the worn dirt path, the moonlight dances on the fallen leaves and branches.
A large log blocks the road from hedge to hedge.
The unmistakable CRUNCH of footsteps draws closer.
A leather heeled boot sinks into the soft mud of the forest path.
KARKAT VANTAS, a tan-skinned black-haired boy, trudges through the woods in his LONG RED CAPE and hood.
Underneath the cape, an attire of; a Brown tunic with a loose white shirt, short breeches clasped above the thigh and long stockings ripped and smudged with dirt- peeks out as the light breeze jostles the fabric.
He raises his LANTERN to survey the path. His gentle round features are bathed in a warm flickering light.
KARKAT
Arghh.. This just fucking
figures.
Karkat stands in front of the downturned tree. He shifts his weight from foot to foot impatiently.
EXT. MOONLIT WOODS - CONTINUOUS
The shadows of the dense canopy bathe the woods beyond the path in a dense fog.
The pale glint of moonlight barely makes it to this underbrush.
A shadow moves between the trees.
SUDDENLY the space is bathed in a faint warm light.
A NAKED MAN stands behind a tree peering out at the scene. His fluffy white tail swishes behind him.
Were it not for the milky pale ass of this creature his silhouette would be barely visible, but his cheeks glow like beacons even in this dim light.
The ears atop this man’s head perk up. His tail swishes faster.
EXT. PATH - CONTINUOUS
Karkat sets the lantern down on the forest floor with the BASKET in his other hand.
As he leans down, a gust of wind catches his cape flashing his tightly-shorted booty.
He grasps the cape and pulls it down with both hands. He stands back up, bolt upright. He looks around and behind him, his face glows red with a spreading blush.
KARKAT
No one’s there. What the fuck
am I doing!?
He nervously brushes his cape down behind him.
He turns and looks at the tree again.
KARKAT
Okay, easy, I can do this.
He rubs his palms together and then grabs the top of the log. He pulls himself up in several clumsy movements. He straddles the log.
Karkat wipes the sleeve of his loose shirt along his brow.
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
KARKAT (O.C.)
Phew.
The wolfman snaps out of his trance. He pushes the DARK SUNGLASSES he wears over his eyes back up his nose.
A white furred paw steps on a stick with a loud CRACK!
The man scampers into the dark.
EXT. PATH - LATER
CRACK
Karkat whips around. His hood falls off. He loses his balance and falls off the log.
He tumbles in a heap back onto the floor next to his basket and lantern.
His legs over his head, his ass in the air, his back against the log.
From between his thighs he can see the stars peeking through the trees.
A white furry head pops into view blocking the view.
WOLFBOY
Wow! You sure are clumsy.
Karkat screams.
KARKAT
(screaming)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
He rolls back away from the log knocking over his lantern.
The scene goes dark.
Black.
Beat.
EXT. WOODED PATH - NIGHT
The little lantern flickers back to life. It’s soft but growing light illuminates the faces of the two boys staring into it.
WOLFBOY
There, now you don’t need to...
The boy makes crude air quotes with his paws.
WOLFBOY (Cont.)
“...tan my hide and sell me
for six pieces of copper and
a bag of tea leaves.”
Karkat looks to the bespectacled boy to his left. He quirks his eyebrow incredulously.
KARKAT
Well, if you hadn’t scared
the ever living piss-loving
shit out of me!? Then...
He gestures to everything around them.
KARKAT (CONT.)
...maybe I wouldn't have felt
so justified in skinning you
alive.
Karkat stands up. He brushes himself off.
KARKAT
(muttering)
I mean, seriously, who
even does that? Were you
raised by wolves?
The wolfboy’s ears perk up.
He springs to his feet and offers his hand to and once again startles Karkat.
WOLFBOY
Hi, I’m Dave! And I do that
because I was raised
by wolves. Duh.
He points to his ears. His tail swishes behind him.
Karkat looks away. His eyes drift down to the ground.
KARKAT
Right... sorry.
Karkat bends down. His cape rides up and falls to the side.
Dave’s tail swishes faster.
Karkat picks up the basket and lantern from the forest floor.
He stands back up and looks back at Dave.
KARKAT
Were you just...?
Dave’s pale cheeks light up red and he turns away and coughs into his hand.
DAVE
So... Shall I just move
this log for you?
He doesn’t wait for an answer and walks over to the log.
Karkat’s gaze follows the naked man’s gait to the log. His eyes alight with curiosity and concern.
KARKAT
Do you need hel-
Dave rips the log out of the ground and easily moves it onto one shoulder. He takes two steps back. The log pivots with him. It creaks and snaps along the brush.
The path is now clear.
DAVE
After you, m’lady.
He pantomimes tipping a hat with his free hand.
Karkat’s mouth drops open and he stares at the strong nude boy in front of him holding a very large heavy log in complete stunned silence.
KARKAT
Ah… thanks?
DAVE
Don’t mention it. Where
were you heading again?
KARKAT
My brother’s. Why the fuck
do you want to know?
Karkat’s eyes narrow towards Dave.
He walks through the cleared path watching Dave closely.
Dave holds up his empty paw in a gesture of innocence.
DAVE
Easy there tiger. I was
only asking.
Karkat ignores the wolfboy and continues down the road. He shifts the lantern into the hand with the basket and pulls his hood over his head. He then takes the lantern back into his free hand.
Dave calls after him.
DAVE
A thank you would be nice.
Who’s raised by wolves now?
Karkat flips him off, he holds the hand with the lantern high over his head, middle finger firmly extended.
He says nothing else as he disappears into the darkness at the end of the road out of sight.
EXT. WOODED PATH - LATER
Dave sets the log down.
The path is dark now. Dave is lit solely by the moon once again.
In the shadows of the path a piece of fabric flaps in the breeze. It is stuck to a knot on the log.
Dave reaches out for it and peels it off the knot. IT is a piece of Karkat’s stockings. Dave holds the scrap to his nose and breathes deeply.
His look darkens and he whips around towards the end of the road where Karkat disappeared. He moans under his breath.
DAVE
(to himself)
Ohhh, you shouldn't be out here
alone, little red. Not like this
Not like this.
He sprints off into the night faster than the eye can follow.
The path is still.
A scrap of stocking flutters to the forest floor.
Beat.
Black.
EXT. WOODLAND COTTAGE - MIDNIGHT
Standing alone in the middle of the woods is a brick and log cottage. The building is barely large enough to hold two rooms.
A freestanding wood stove sits outside the cottage by a chopping stump. An axe leans against the stump.
A cool breeze blows leaves across the picturesque scene.
A lantern’s light throws a warm highlight on the front door.
The steady crunch crunch crunch of Karkat’s steps rings through the clearing.
Shaky stuttery breaths fill the air. The fogs of gentle gasps escape his lips into the quickly chilling night.
He holds his cloak bundled close and tight.
The basket thuds gently on the dusty wooden porch
Shivering, Karkat reaches up and knocks on the door.
KNOCK. One knock.
Beat.
Silence.
He knocks more urgently on the door. KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK. Five knocks.
Silence.
KARKAT
(angrily)
GODDAMMIT, KANKRI!
He kicks the door.
Dust shakes off the frame as the door rattles against its hinges.
Karkat pulls his hood off. His hair is damp with sweat and his face is flushed.
He sets the lantern on the floor at his feet. He turns to the basket. He rustles beneath the lid and pulls out a long match. He inserts it into the lantern and pulls out a small flame.
Karkat quickly treads across the porch to the lanterns around it. He checks the fuel and lights the wicks. After some fiddling with knobs and pumps the lanterns hiss to life.
Bright warm light bathes the porch.
Karkat shakes out the match and stomps it under his heeled boots.
KARKAT
There, now that I can
actually fucking see...
Karkat lifts up the ragged welcome mat and pulls out a key. He inserts it into the well worn lock and the force of him pushing the key into the lock pushes the door open with a CREAK.
Karkat holds an outstretched key into the open doorway.
KARKAT
... What the fuck...
Karkat sniffs at the air and peers into the cottage.
KARKAT(CONT.)
... is that smell...? Wait...
Is it? no.
Karkat turns around. He bends down towards the basket.
INT/EXT. COTTAGE DOORWAY - CONTINUOUS
A dark shadow looms over him from inside the doorway.
Dave’s face leans in over Karkat’s shoulder and smells Karkat’s neck.
DAVE
(singsong)
Someone shouldn’t be walking
around on his owwwwnnnn.
Karkat yelps in surprise. He turns around and scrambles backwards.
KARKAT
JESUS TITTYFUCKING TAP DANC-
ING CHRISTFUCKER'S SAINT'S ALIVE
Haven't you heard of FUCKING kno-
Dave’s hand covers his mouth, muffling him. He leans over him.
DAVE
Tell me, little red, what’s a
catch like you doing out here…
(sniff)
smelling like that?
Karkat moans into Dave’s hand. His eyes go wide and he bites said hand instead.
He rolls over. His rough movements knock Dave's sunglasses askew.
His cape and hood tear away. He squirms out from under the taller man and scampers into the house.
EXT. PORCH - CONTINUOUS
Dave’s expression briefly turns to one of slight surprise.
He grasps the fabric in his hands. He quickly sniffs it in a dog-like way, and then pulls it up to his face and inhales deeply.
With his other hand he pulls off his sunglasses. His red eyes darken.
He stands up, turns around and walks into the house.
INT. COTTAGE - MOMENTS LATER
Karkat skids through the door into the room. He twists his ankle, yelps in pain, and drops forward onto the bed.
The room is full of new furniture despite the house’s old exterior.
KARKAT
Fuck fuck fuck fuck. He's too soon.
Dammit!
He looks out the door into the hall.
Red eyes slowly approach the door through the darkness of the hall.
Karkat squeaks.
Dave’s naked body leaps through the door. He lands on top of Karkat and rolls him over.
Dave stares into Karkat’s round face.
KARKAT
H-he-
(cough)
Hey there handsome.
Dave stops and looks down at the boy beneath him. His eyebrows raise.
DAVE
I'm sorry... what?
Karkat smirks up at the taller boy. His face darkens in a blush.
KARKAT
Was I good prey?
Dave's face twists into one of confused arousal. His mouth gapes open.
KARKAT
I heard about the wolf in the forest-
(pant)
from my brother. I came here
to find you.
DAVE
Oh... uh,
(panicking)
I was just doing this to...
ya know, scare you for
spreading your hormones around
Karkat's expression darkens and he snarls up at Dave.
KARKAT
So this was all for show!?
You've got some fucking nerve
Dave looks down at the boy beneath him. His tail wags and his ears perk up.
DAVE
Wait... so you want this!?
Karkat glares back at him. The daggers of his stare could kill a man.
KARKAT
Uh ...Duh!? Why the fuck else
would I be wandering the
woods alone... at night...
IN FUCKING HEAT!?!?
Dave's face turns ravenous.
DAVE
You know... you- you broke
my sunglasses.
Karkat moans.
KARKAT
Fuck. Let me make it up
to you.
Dave nods.
He tears the boy's vest and shirt open revealing the boy’s tan chest.
Dave’s hands hitch around Karkat’s shorts and slowly pull them down.
He pauses and holds up the tatters of Karkat's torn hood.
DAVE
Why’d you have to go off
and rip your pretty cape?
Dave leans in close. He smells Karkat’s neck and leans down to his ear.
DAVE
You smell so good, little red.
KARKAT
Yeah? How good?
DAVE
Good enough to eat.
Dave licks up Karkat’s face. A long strip of languid tongue slurps up the cheek of the other boy.
A gray strip of skin is left behin-
***
“CUT.”
Dave leans over the side of the bed away from Karkat and starts coughing and sputtering into a waste paper basket beside the bedside table.
“DAVE! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?”
An angry Karkat sits up on the bed and glares daggers at the naked ass of the pale boy retching off the bed. A wicked stripe of wet gray is clearly visible on Karkat’s cheek.
“Stop rolling!” Dirk Strider’s voice counts from off screen. The sound of shuffling and many bodies quickly moving fills the room.
Rose enters from behind the set with a bottle of water. She pats Karkat’s shoulder and gives the bottle to Dave. “Are you alright, Dave?”
Dave grapes the water bottle like a lifeline and gulps it down hungrily. He nods his head and gives an “OK” symbol with his finger.
Rose turns to Karkat.
“Are you okay, Karkat? I can get Kanaya in here if you need her.” she says with concern.
“I’m fine.” He grumbles. “Or I would be if fucking dildo breath here can’t keep himself under control for 5 minutes.”
Dave flips the two of them off behind Rose’s back.
“We don’t call our co-stars names. Are you sure I don’t need to get Kanaya?” Rose asks again.
Karkat sighs heavily. “I’m sure. I’ll be fine. Sorry Dave.”
“Much better. Now, go to makeup, before Kankri has a conniption. I can feel him pacing a hole in the floor from here.”
Karkat heaves himself off the bed. He pulls the shorts up over his bare rump and shuffles out of the room stage left.
Rose turns to Dave.
“Soooo...?”
Dave turns to her, wiping his mouth.
“Yes, I know, I fucked up,” he says, irritably.
“No,” she replies. “You messed up. Mistakes happen.”
Terezi leans from around the camera.
“Are we gonna try and get an insert shot of that lick and have the CG whiz kids clean it up in post?” she asks curiously. “Because I’ll be honest: it tasted hot A-F from back here.”
Dirk walks up to Dave. He pats him on the shoulder and sits next to him on the bed.
“I will never understand how a blind chick is the best cinematographer amongst us,” he says, bemused. “Files are labeled and marked and the equipment is reset.”
Dave nods his thanks.
“Once Kankri is done fussing over Karkat’s makeup, we’ll be ready to go when you are.” Dirk looks at his brother. “You will be ready to go, right?”
Rose scolds him. “You’re not helping.”
Nepeta shuffles in from off stage and looks at the conversation happening.
“Neqwuius wants to wun diagmeowstics on Dyaveies prosthetic.” She says.
“Go ahead,” Dave nods.
Nepeta’s gloves fingers make deft work of the tail attached to Dave’s ass. And in seconds she walks away with an sd card.
“Thyanks!”
Dirk shrugs and pinches his nose. “Make that two things we’re waiting on then.”
“Dirk, are you absolutely sure you don’t have important AD things to be doing over there?” Rose asks impatiently.
Dave wipes his eyes and lays his head on the bed.
“That insert shot is a really good idea...”
“Dave, no.” Rose insists angrily. “You’re not licking up more makeup for the sake of an edit.”
Dave looks at her like she grew two heads. He picks his glasses up off the bed and puts them on.
“No Rose. We can get a closeup insert shot with a stunt cheek.”
“Okay Dave, that’s fair. And whose cheek matches the makeup we did on Karkat?”
Dave holds the rag he wiped his tongue with up to Rose’s face.
“Well, yours for starters.” He says with a smirk.
Rose looks at him impassively. Her lips draw tight into a thin line. She exhales firmly through her nostrils.
“I hate that you are correct.”
“It’s either a stunt cheek…” Dave trails off. “-or we give the CGI wizards more to do in post.”
Rose looks down at her phone. “Jade will literally kill me if I give her another effects shot to work on,” she sighs.
Dave nods.
“And John will most assuredly not be any happier with me for suggesting it,” he replies.
Rose deflates. “I’ll call Kanaya.”
She gets up and leaves the room leaving Dave silent and contemplative on the bed.
Terezi returns from craft with a toothpick full of charcuterie.
“So are we doing the insert, bossman?”
Dave gives a thumbs up.
“Dave? Coolkid? If you’re responding with a hand signal, need I remind you...” She waves her hand in front of her eyes.
“Yeah, we’re doing it.” He smiles. “Add the shot to the list.”
“You got it, Dave.”
Dave stands up and stretches. His willy freely flops in the open air.
“Come on Dave, get your head in the game.” He says to himself. “Let’s go.”
He claps his hands together.
“ALRIGHT,” he shouts. “Let’s get this scene relit.”
***
INT. COTTAGE BEDROOM - LATER
Dave licks up Karkat’s cheek. His tongue leaves a strip of saliva on the tan skin.
Karkat moans.
KARKAT
Please Dave... please eat me.
Dave leans back and looks down at the boy beneath him.
Karkat is laid against the bedspread. His clothes ripped aside revealing more of his smooth skin.
Dave runs his furry paw along the smaller boy’s exposed tummy.
Karkat shivers.
KARKAT
Stop teasing me, fuckass.
Karkat pouts up at the wolf. His face is flushed and his hair falls in tight curls on the spread.
Dave licks his sharp teeth and hums.
DAVE
I’m going to wreck you.
Dave rips Karkat’s pants in half leaving the boy completely exposed. His tan skin gives way to clear tan lines leaving the skin under the pants a much creamier palid tone to the warm tan of his body.
Dave leans in and sniffs Karkat’s balls.
As he inhales he growls. His white pale skin shifts to a dull gray and his tail wags faster.
KARKAT
Dave-
Dave’s heavy, now gray paws grip Karkat’s legs and lift them up over his head. Karkat’s pucker winks back at him, tight and flushed.
A trickle of clear fluid seeps out of Karkat’s hole.
Dave leans in and laps at the seeping boyhole. His long red tongue laps up the escaping fluid.
He growls into the smaller boy’s ass.
Karkat keens and his hands grip the sheets.
Dave grips the heft of his heavy gray package and coaxes his large red cock out into view.
He braces the tapered tip against Karkat’s entrance.
DAVE
Break for me, little red.
INT. MONTAGE - COTTAGE BEDROOM - MONTAGE
Dave thrusts in and out of Karkat. His massive pendulous balls SMACK SMACK SMACK against Karkat’s round ass.
Karkat moans and whimpers as he bounces on the bed. He bites his lip. Tears well up in his eyes. He squints them shut.
Dave snarls into the air and humps harder.
He rolls his hips. His trail wags like mad. His ears flat against his head.
Dave's paw beans curl digging his claws into his pads.
Karkat spreads his toes.
His hands grip the sheets.
Dave howls and Karkat screams.
Karkat’s dick spurts onto his exposed tummy.
His tummy grows increasingly more swollen with each pump from Dave.
Dave leans down and bites the nape of Karkat’s neck
He humps harder, thrusting firmly and hard one final time against Karkat.
Karkat screams.
INT. COTTAGE BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING
Dave reaches down and brushes Karkat’s face. His once again pale skin reflects the moonlight through the window.
WIth a firm tug he pulls himself free. His red knot pops free with an audible POP.
Karkat’s hole gapes and leaks a profuse amount of cum.
DAVE
Good boy.
Karkat looks up at Dave.
KARKAT
FUCK YOU. You better take
responsibility for this.
Dave runs his hand along Karkat’s swollen tummy.
Dave
Of course.
There’s a SLAM from elsewhere in the house.
KANKRI (O.C.)
(shouting)
KARKAT!? ARE YOU HERE?
Both boys look at each other in wide eyed shock.
Beat.
Black.
ROLL CREDITS
***
“Cut!” Dirk yells from offstage.
“That’s a wrap on Karkat!”
The gathered crew applaud as Karkat sits back on his feet from his perch over Dave.
He pulls off the wolf ears on his head.
Dave rubs his arm. “You did so good, babe.”
Karkat rubs his eyes and sniffs. “Thanks, dickhead.”
Dave flashes his patented Strider smirk. “It’s thanks to your dickhead that we were able to get this done. Best stunt cock I’ve ever had.”
Karkat rolls his eyes, annoyed, and grumbles something vaguely insulting under his breath, yet his face flushes a little from the affection.
“Go take these off, and get in the tub,” Dave says, cupping the prosthetic testicles Karkat is wearing. “I’ll be there to join you in a little while.”
Rose helps Karkat to his feet, his bulge slowly receding back into his nook.
“Dave will be wrapped as soon as we get these clean plates,” Dirk confirms.
Karkat turns and looks at Dave. “You’ve got 30 minutes. If you’re not in that tub with me by then, I’m coming back here and biting your dick off.”
Rose gasps and slaps his arm. “Karkat, that is not appropriate.”
“I know, I know,” he replies placatingly. He turns to Dave. “But I mean it, fuckass. 30 minutes.”
Dave smiles and nods.
“You got it, babe.”
***