[b][u][center]An Ace on Tape
Chapter 8
Sponsored by GlynWolf
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








The warehouse studio was a little more comfortable this time around. Draconicon wasn’t sure if it was because Orinda was the one in charge of this shoot or if he’d just changed that much since last night’s session, but whatever the reason was, he was happy that it was different. He wasn’t sure that he could have taken another day like yesterday. 

“Alright,” the elephant said, walking him across the mock-up of a set with a few fake rocks and a forest backdrop. “We’re not going to get much in today, just a bit of playing around and seeing how people look with different partners. I’m thinking that you come flying in from the side – you can fly, right?”

“More of a glide inside, but sure.”

“Perfect,” Orinda said, chuckling. “You glide in and we’ll have you knock over whoever we cast as a soldier for the production. Probably Rob to start it off.”

“He probably could stand to be knocked down a peg or two, if I’m being honest,” Draconicon said, nodding. “You want me to just knock him down or pin him in place for a bit? I mean, after what we talked about with Presley last time?”

“Underfoot, at most. Might be a good idea to see how he reacts to the pheromones, but let’s not go overboard.”

He nodded; even after Hari cleared him with the pheromones, he didn’t want to push people too hard. It was one thing to encourage an actress playing a bimbo to embrace the role a little harder; it was something else completely to turn someone from straight to bi, or even gay, just for a scene. 

“Alright, so. Fly in, knock him down – I’m thinking we get a presentation scene after that?” Orinda said. 

“I’d say only the main actors for that,” Draconicon said, shaking his head. “I know it’s porn, but there’s only so long you can linger on a parade of naked bodies. Particularly if we’re going to have a parade of that on the way up to the offering, you know?”

“Hmmm…”

“I mean, I admit that I work more with a written medium than a visual one, but pacing is the business there. You don’t want to give someone a reason to start skimming, and I imagine that’s something you don’t want in porn, either, particularly what Erotica Impossible does. I mean, isn’t it your stock in trade to actually do porn with plot?”

“Okay, good point, good point. So…guard gets knocked down, then you fan your wings and send your pheromones through the crowd – we’ll say for them to act like they’re getting hit hard by it, too – and then we send a few up to you. Can you stay hard long enough to pose with them, see who looks best next to your dick?”

“Iiiiii think so.”

“Drac…”

“Okay, okay. I’ll make it happen.”

“That’s what we like to hear.” Orinda smiled, patting his back. “Don’t worry. I know you can do this.”

“Yeah…yeah, we can do this. I can do this.”

“Great. Now, I’m going to go talk to the rest of the cast. You get your head on straight, then come over to introduce yourself. You’ll know Kenzie, Trina, and Rob, but there’ll be a few new faces today.” 

He nodded, turning from the elephant – and every bit of naked curves that she had on display – to look back at the set. It wasn’t much, but at least it’d give him a moment to get into both character and a better headspace for this. 

[i]Everything went fine last night. You had a damn good time taking charge and turning that lynx into a hot piece of ass for yourself. It’s going to be the same sort of thing today. It’s not going to be any different, and it’ll probably be a lot easier because everyone already wants to do this. You’re fine. This is fine. Orinda knows what she’s doing.[/i]

Draconicon took another deep breath and let it out before opening his eyes. Being naked on set was already starting to feel easier; he’d made the walk across the lot in the buff, and that had been easier, too, even if he still didn’t know how to feel about his dick swaying back and forth between his thighs out in the open. He supposed he was going to have to get used to that; there was no stopping it without clothes in the way. 

And…it had been nice to have a few people staring. Not everyone, not by a long shot, but a few people. Hari had poked his head out of his medical trailer and smiled his way, waving and winking. He’d seen a few other extras wandering around, and their bug-eyed stares between his legs had been enough to get a little twitch out of him. 

But now, it was time to put that to work. And he could do that. 

“Alright, Drac, come here. Time to meet the rest of your colleagues.”

He turned away from the cardboard rocks, the painted cardboard background, and the greenscreen off to the side to face the other actors. It wasn’t a huge crowd, but it was more than last time. 

Orinda, he already knew. The elephant was a little older than most of the others and was naked instead of wearing her usual latex attire. Her breasts hung down from their own weight, a little large and plush for her size, but she owned it. She stood with one hand on her hips, the other gesturing off to the five other actors she had assembled. 

“You remember Rob and Trina from yesterday?” she said. 

“Still showing off?” Rob muttered, the stallion tossing his head back and huffing. “Size doesn’t mean everything, you know.”

“You’re saying that because yesterday you were one of the biggest ones here, and now you’re not,” Draconicon said. 

“You –”

“Calm down, dick,” Trina said, the rat shaking her head. “Besides, you’re only proving him right.”

He chuckled. That was the sort of confidence that he remembered. Rob was a bit of an asshole – the kind that really only happened when someone was straight, big-dicked, and rather insecure about all of that – but from what everyone told him, the russet-red horse was actually pretty good on-set. Not that much of a personality, for sure, but he was like those good-looking stars that used to carry movies just by being in them. People probably reliably bought his stuff because he had a dick that they liked to look at and they’d keep showing up as long as he kept putting out more cock. 

Trina, on the other hand, was much more easy-going. He remembered her shutting Rob down yesterday, and the fact she was still doing it now made him feel a lot better about yesterday’s events. He offered his hand to her and the rodent shook it. 

“So, think I’m going to be sucking your dick again?” she asked, chuckling as she reached back with her free hand to start taking off her bra. “I think you enjoyed it quite a bit last time. I know I did.”

“You, uh, remember much of that?”

“You mean my head going all funny and talking like a bimbo?”

“…You, uh, do remember?”

“Nope. But I saw the video. And the way I see it, anyone that can make me feel like that with their dick in my mouth can probably make me feel even better with that dick somewhere else. And the fact that you didn’t keep going tells me something else.”

“Iiiiiii’d like to come back to you on that,” Draconicon said, shaking his head. “But thank you.”

The large-breasted, larger-assed rat chuckled, winking at him before turning away. Rob muttered something about ‘he ain’t better than me’, but Draconicon had already put that out of his mind. Orinda waved the white-furred rabbit of the crowd forward, the smaller guy already naked and showing off his hard-on. 

“And you already know Kenzie, of course.”

“Hehehe, I was [i]hoping[/i] that someone would assign me to this movie,” the rabbit said, winking. “I’ve been looking forward to another go with that big dragon dick, and here it is, almost gift-wrapped for me.”

“Careful, Kenzie,” Orinda said, pulling the rabbit back before he could fall to his knees right then and there. “I’m not saying that you’re going to be the one to get him off today. This is a mix of storyboarding and try-outs. We’re still casting who gets which roles in the sex scenes.”

“Come on, big guy. Tell her that you’d like to have a chance with my mouth and ass again,” Kenzie said. “You know I can make you feel pretty damn good if you give me a chance.”

He probably could, but with everything else going on, Draconicon didn’t want to throw the curveball of casting Kenzie to be his partner. Sure, the rabbit probably had the experience to get him off if he really tried, but that meant dealing with the uber-slut, and he doubted that he had the wherewithal to get through a whole movie with someone like that. He needed someone a little more stable for his first time. 

“Maybe another time,” he muttered. 

As Kenzie rolled his eyes, moving out of line and joining the other two, Draconicon turned his attention to the last two actors. Unlike the first three, they were older. Not senior-citizen-older, but definitely in the mature, silver-fox category of performers. One male wolf, one female lion, they both looked like they were in their mid-forties at youngest, possibly stretching into their fifties, and…

He realized that they were probably the most stable, steady members of the cast that he had been introduced to so far, considering that they were just idly chatting with each other to pass the time instead of jerking off (like Rob), flirting (like Kenzie), or getting themselves in the mood (like Trina). They were just…treating it like water-cooler time, and to him, that meant that these two were the consummate professionals of the group. 

He liked that. 

“And for the two that you don’t know,” Orinda said, waving them over. “The lioness is Sarah, one of our semi-retired veterans. She’s been in and out of the business for a while. She started transferring into…what was it, veterinary care or something like that?”

“Full veterinarian, thank you,” Sarah said, shaking her head. “And I have accomplished that. Not that I would imagine most of my clients know that I still do this on the side; frankly, I’m surprised that you still had my number on file.”

“Well, we needed someone more mature for this shoot –”

“Is it because this guy has a fetish for older women?” Sarah asked, gesturing at him. 

“…Well, I don’t,” Draconicon admitted, “but I do enjoy someone that has the presence that you do.”

“The kid knows how to talk to his elders,” the lioness said, chuckling. “I think we’ll get along just fine.”

He certainly hoped so; she had that sort of energy of a woman that had been everywhere, seen everything, and was mostly hoping to have fun for the rest of her life. The fact that she was keeping fairly trim did a lot to get rid of the sag that some older women would have gotten by her point in life, but she still had some pull at her breasts. Not a lot, considering that they were a bit smaller than the rest of the cast, but some, and she had a few small wrinkles in the corners of her mouth, along her forehead, and at the corners of her eyes. 

But she still carried herself with a smirk and a knowingness that worked. Draconicon offered her his hand, and she shook it before joining the rest. 

“Well, she’ll be a fun one,” Orinda muttered. “Anyway, last of all, we have Quirrel. New guy from another studio, but we’re hoping he’ll work out well.”

“Yes, I’ve heard a lot of good things about your studio, and I’m hoping to try something new with the back end of my career,” the wolf said, offering his hand. 

“Nice to meet you, Quirrel.”

He took the wolf’s hand, looking him up and down. Gray-furred like a number of wolves the dragon knew, it was hard to pick out the silver furs among them, but when the light hit just right, they glittered like metal among the other strands. Quirrel was a little taller than the others, a little on the lanky side, and his balls sagged halfway down his thighs despite not being the biggest in the room. 

“So, what kind of work did you do?” Draconicon asked, letting go of the wolf’s hand. “Story work, or –”

“Oh, no, dear boy. I was just a walking dick in the old studio. Walk on, hump a few holes, and walk off. They weren’t so keen on letting me talk; something about it killing erections whenever they heard me huffing in a ‘proper’ accent.”

“…Well, I hope that you can have a better career here at Erotica Impossible,” Draconicon said, nodding. “Nice to meet you.”

“And you, young man. Anyway, tally-ho!”

The older wolf joined the rest of the group, leaving Draconicon and Orinda together. He leaned over, whispering to her. 

“Did he leave the other studio, or was he kicked out?”

“More the latter,” she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. “We’ll probably have to do a lot of editing of him in post, but he does have his fans. He’ll work as another role for a while, at least.”

“Well, at least he’s trying.”

“Now, the question is, are you ready to get this show on the road?” 

“…Well, ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Alright. Everyone, places!” Orinda shouted, clapping her hands together. “Let’s take this from the top. Draconicon, get in the rafters. Rob, you get to the far side of the stage, pretend that you have a sword and shield or something. I want to see how this all plays out…”

Flicking his wings and warming them up as he walked toward the stairs at the other end of the warehouse, Draconicon couldn’t help but smile a bit. He was looking forward to seeing how this went. If nothing else, he was going to get the chance to knock Rob on his ass, and considering how smug and annoying that horse had been, that was reward enough for him for the day. 

[i]And after that…[/i]

Well, he’d see. For the first time, he was actually looking forward to this. 

He climbed the stairs and followed the catwalks back to the set. Rob was already set up on the other side of the stage, standing with his legs spread – probably so the camera could get a sheath shot – and had his eyes fixed on the far end. Draconicon walked to the edge of the catwalk, slid around the railing, and gripped it behind him with his wings spread out as far as they could go. 

“Everyone ready?” Orinda asked from behind the camera. 

“Ready!” Draconicon called down. 

“Ready,” Rob said. 

“Annnnd action.”

Much as the stallion was a bit of a dick, Draconicon had to give him credit for having a good walk. He stepped across the stage with decent presence, managing to keep his good side turned toward the camera for the whole process. He imagined that Orinda was getting plenty of good shots of his cock and balls, particularly as the stallion was starting to peak a bit from his sheath. 

[i]Wonder if he’s doing that intentionally or not?[/i] he thought, cocking his head to the side as he watched Rob make his way forward. [i]I mean, if he’s enough of a professional, he probably could –[/i]

No, bad time to have random thoughts like that. He had to come down and make a good show of himself. Soon…soon. 

Still, he enjoyed the view while he had it. That heavy cock was definitely something of a monster, and he would have liked to see it in better circumstances. Maybe he could find a way to make Rob a little less of a dick. 

When the horse had nearly reached his side of the stage, Draconicon let go of the railing. His wings caught the air as he fell, and he turned himself into a glide toward the stallion. He let out a bellow – loud enough to catch the ear, at least, though not quite a roar – and Rob ‘gasped’ and whipped his head back. As the stallion aped reaching for a sword, Draconicon swung one leg forward, acting out a kick. 

Rob swung his head back without any contact, hitting the floor a second later. 

[i]Okay, okay, uh, follow that with – right, step on him and pin him.[/i]

Draconicon kicked the make-believe sword out of the way and walked over the horse, bringing one large foot down on his face. He couldn’t help but smirk as he leaned down, putting just a little more weight than he had to onto Rob’s cheek. His toes dug in near the horse’s nose, and he could feel every little huff between his toes. 

“What do we have here? A little lost soldier looking for trouble?” he asked, making up the dialogue on the spot. “Seems that you should have brought a squad with you.”

“Nnngh…monster…”

“Perhaps…but a monster with you under his heel,” he said, grinding his foot against the horse’s cheek. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he could just barely make out Rob’s cock rising up. Oh, that was [i]just[/i] what he had been hoping to see. Only a few breaths, not enough to get the stallion zonked out the way that some of the other partners had been, but more than enough to get him stiff and throbbing. He bit off a chuckle as he shifted his weight, making sure that his toes rested over the horse’s mouth and nose; every breath would carry more of his musk back to Rob’s brain. 

“Let me tell you what’s going to happen, little colt.”

“Nngh…get your foot off me…fight me fairly!”

“A fair fight would end with my dick up your ass. See sense. Take a deep breath, calm down, and listen to what you’re being told.”

Sniff. Huff. Sniff. Huff. 

[i]Mmmph…that’s nice…[/i]

Each breath was like a little tongue of air between his toes, and his own cock was slowly rising as he kept Rob in place. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Orinda; the elephant gestured for him to keep going. 

“In a few minutes, I’m going to let you up. When I do, you’re going to go back to your little lord and lady, and you’re going to tell them that your local dragon demands tribute. A fair maiden or lad, someone that knows how to please me. And if you do not deliver…”

He dragged his foot down, slowly. He left just enough of a mark on the stallion’s fur as he dragged his toes through it, eventually pressing down on that throbbing erection. He pinned the horse’s cock against Rob’s chest, keeping it twitching and oozing over his pecs. 

“Then I will come down and take my choice of pleasure with whoever I find. Starting with you.”

“Nnngh…mmmph…”

“Do you understand, little colt?”

“Nnngh…I…I understand.”

“Good. Now…go.”

He took a step back, pulling his foot away. With a leap and a flap, he simulated a full take-off, landing just out of sight of the camera. 

“And cut,” Orinda said, nodding. “That was [i]great.[/i] Rob, you good?”

“Nnngh…gimme…gimme a second…fuck…”

“Someone get him up and get him some water,” Orinda shouted. “Next, everyone line up for the court scene. Just improv some dialogue about the dragon threatening the kingdom and we’ll go from there.”

As the ‘court’ started assembling – the rest of the cast, plus Rob off to the side for later – Orinda hustled over to him. Draconicon smiled, shaking his head as she patted his shoulder. 

“Okay. First, you did that pretty well. A little rough in the dialogue here and there, but pretty well. I think we can work with that. Rob’s probably going to be a little annoyed, but he can deal with that.”

“Heh…I can’t believe that worked,” Draconicon said, shaking his head still. “I just…I just went with it and –”

“And it worked out fine.”

“Yeah…”

“Told you. You can do this.”

“Guess I can.” He smiled. “So, what next? Where do you need me next?”

“You come over by the camera and just keep it pointed at the ‘court.’ I’ll probably have to step in for a bit, so you just keep the camera pointed at us. We don’t need you on-set until we get to your next scene, with everyone bowing, kneeling, and offering themselves up.”

“Got it. Never used a camera for much, but I think I can keep it pointed at one spot well enough.”

“We’ll get you trained on that another time. Come on.”

Once the camera was properly situated, Orinda joined the rest of the cast. Draconicon got as comfortable as he could, his erection slowly dying down and resting over his balls as they milled about. 

[i]Kind of amazing how quickly you get used to people being naked,[/i] he realized, the fact that he was just as naked as them almost forgotten. [i]I mean, seriously. I just…I was blushing like the sun a few days ago, and now I’m just standing here like I’ve been doing it all my life.[/i]

It showed that someone could get used to just about anything, he supposed. 

The scene started. It wasn’t much, mostly just different people trying on different lines. Trina took the role of the noble lady first, then passed it on to Orinda, and then to Sarah; it stuck there, then they started passing around the other role. As the only other male on set, Quirrel got it, but even Draconicon could see people cringing when he overacted his lines, hamming up every bit of dialogue that he had. 

Still, it wasn’t his part to say anything. He kept the camera focused. 

[i]Never thought that there’d be so much back and forth from this angle,[/i] he thought, watching as Rob rushed on scene, only to stumble and be sent back to do it again. [i]Even after seeing the blooper reels, this is kind of…mundane.[/i]

Still, it was definitely an interesting learning experience, and he felt better about his take that it hadn’t been stopped in the middle and restarted. Admittedly, that might have been Orinda just being glad that they got through his take without him starting it over, but he was choosing to believe that she was just pleased with what he did. 

Eventually, Sarah – the lioness – announced that they would take pilgrimage to the dragon and allow him to take who he wanted so that they wouldn’t offer him anyone insulting. She stood tall, proud, bosom pushed forward – 

“Annnnd cut,” Orinda called. 

Then she slumped forward a bit, shaking her head. Everyone just dropped their roles instantly, even those that weren’t doing that much with them. It was so surreal to see people shift from one identity to another like that. 

“Alright. That’s another scene. Thinking it’ll be Sarah as the noble lady and Quirrel as the noble lord,” Orinda said. “Anyone else have any ideas for that?”

“Make me the lord,” Rob said. “I could have been exploring, or –”

“No, we want the nobles to be older than the rest of the cast,” Orinda said, shaking her head. “Any other ideas?”

“What about a lesbian pair?” Draconicon said as he walked out from behind the camera. 

Everyone else blinked. He shrugged. 

“Just saying, we have more females than males on set. Feels like we should at least take a second to look at the possibilities.”

“Well, I would hardly say that that is historically accurate,” Quirrel said, shaking his head. 

“Not like we’re aping history to begin with,” Sarah responded, shaking her head. “Besides, been a while since I munched a rug; wouldn’t mind the chance to do it again if we can make it work.”

Nobody objected, and all eyes went to Trina. She shook her head, holding up her hands. 

“Oh-ho-ho, no. I’m not going to be able to match what Sarah’s doing. If we’re going to have a second noble lady, I’d say Orinda.”

“I’m good with that,” Sarah said. “You still up for spreading your legs for a lioness, Ori?”

“Been a while, but I think I’m good for it. Anyway. Places for the next shoot.”

After that, things moved quickly. It should have been sexy, but Draconicon had to admit that it was a little less interesting to have his coworkers go to their knees in front of him and pose by his cock while the camera snapped shot after shot. There were bits where it picked up again – mostly when he was able to use his pheromones to get them to be a little more…excited, a little more exotic about it, but by and large, he was struggling to keep his dick up when it turned as clinical as that. 

He fought his way through the whole process, making sure that he stayed as stiff as possible as Orinda, Sarah, and Trina slipped between his legs, showing off how his cock rested between their breasts and over their faces. He managed to keep it up when Quirrel knelt and let it rest over his muzzle, balls right over the older wolf’s nostrils and feeding him more of the musk and pheromones directly. 

But at the end of the day…it went soft as soon as they all pulled back. The rest of the cast was already stepping back, going over to the camera to see the recording, while Draconicon looked down at his dick and narrowed his eyes at it. 

[i]You are one persistently picky piece of anatomy…[/i]

Of course, his cock didn’t respond. He didn’t expect it to. But he was still annoyed. 

Shaking his head, he joined the others as they leaned over the camera screen. Orinda kept dragging the recording back, letting it play, then pointed to the screen. She had plenty to say about how things could be better, and so did the rest of the actors behind her. Even Quirrel, for all that he was being mostly ignored, had something to say about the posing and filming angles, as well as who looked best where. 

Draconicon, on the other hand, felt completely out of his depth, even more so than when he’d been dragged on set and told to start showing off to the camera and everyone else. He didn’t know anything about filming; he barely knew anything about acting. His strength lay in storytelling, and…

A wave of depression washed over him as he stared at the screen. Even with everything that he had to offer in the script-writing department and with his pheromones, he was so far behind everyone else that he honestly didn’t know how he was going to catch up. Rob – fucking Rob – had something to say about how he could do better, and he was taking the critique on the chin. 

The urge to just leave was almost overpowering, and the only thing that stopped him was knowing that he’d already improved in a few short days with the studio. It wasn’t much progress, and he was still miles behind everyone else, but the dragon knew that he could still grow. He could get better. 

Even though he wanted to leave, he wouldn’t. Not yet. 

“Alright, everyone. I’ll start writing up a rough script and get back to you tomorrow,” Orinda said. “Get some rest, and see if there’s anything else that needs doing. Trina, I think you have something with Presley, yes?”

“A few commission videos, yes,” Trina said, shaking her head as she pulled her bra back on. “A couple of rich cats that want to have a fat rat to chase around in their fantasies.”

“You are hardly fat,” Draconicon muttered. 

“Heh, flatterer, but I’m bigger than most. It’s enough for the client, and it’s what they’re paying for.”

“When you’re done, please meet me in the writer’s room,” Orinda said. “I will want to talk through a few different scenes with you.”

“Sounds good.”

“As for the rest of you. Good job, and same time tomorrow.”

The group scattered. Rob and Trina left together, Sarah walked out without a bit of shame, and Quirrel and Kenzie hurried off together, yapping to one another. Draconicon hesitated, but forced himself to clear his throat as Orinda stood up. 

“Yes, Draconicon?” she asked, grunting under her breath. “I thought that went rather well, didn’t you?”

“Well…mostly.”

“…” She sighed. “Okay. What’s wrong?”

“You saw that I was getting a bit soft during the photoshoot bits?” 

“I [i]was[/i] wondering, but I didn’t want to say anything. Last time I did that with a partner, they ended up going completely limp because of the commentary.”

“Well, I…” Draconicon rubbed the back of his neck. “I have to admit, that was the hardest part of the day. The part with Rob was fine, but after that – well, it was like just…”

“Office work?”

He nodded. 

“That’s unfortunately what most things are like; we’re trying to get a film together and it’s about 20% humping, 80% logistics,” Orinda said, shaking her head. “And that’s the part that you’re going to have to get used to, unfortunately. There’s no special way out of that. Not in the big business side of things.”

“I’m not trying to sound like a kid here – I’m not saying that it’s just boring or anything like that. It’s honestly kinda interesting, but…Well, I get a little worried about performing when it comes down to it. The more that we have to keep redoing something, the harder it is for me to keep it up. Is there any way to –”

“No, there isn’t.” The elephant sighed. “Look. Draconicon. I understand that you want to do this your way, but you aren’t an owner of the studio. You haven’t even been part of the business before. I am doing my best to make sure that you actually have as much pull as I can justify with where you are right now, but there’s only so much that I can give you. Right now, you’re still an employee, and a base-level, first-week employee, at that. I can’t justify giving you any more star-treatment until you actually are one. And even then…We already told you, Erotica Impossible is having to pull in all kinds of extra funding just to stay afloat with the work we do. We’re a niche operation; there is no special treatment, not even for me and Presley. So…no, there is nothing we can do.”

With a muttered ‘excuse me,’ the elephant walked around him, leaving him standing by the camera and staring at the set. He just stood there, staring, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of it all. 

She was right. She was completely right, and he understood that, but at the same time, it didn’t feel fair. He – he was something special, something that – 

But they [i]were[/i] treating him special, giving him all these breaks, trying to make it so that he was in a role that he could manage. They weren’t pushing him into something he’d hate, and Orinda was listening when he asked for things, even if she couldn’t say yes. 

Yet, at the same time…

He groaned. Just as he felt like he was getting a handle on one problem, a completely different one threw itself in his way. How the fuck was he going to get around this one? 











[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Draconicon goes back to the studio with a new sense of confidence. Unfortunately, things are about to happen to reassert a different reality of the studio, and he’s going to have a harder time with that. 

Tags: M/F, M/solo, Porn Studio, Draconicon, Asexuality Issues, Asexual, Lioness, Elephant, Rabbit, Wolf, Rat, Horse, Foot Fetish, Musk, Pheromones, Corruption, Series, The Boredom of Porn, Nudity,