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Enjoy.", "writing": "[b][u][center]An Ace on Tape\nChapter 1\nSponsored by GlynWolf\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe Northwest Fantasy/Science Fiction/Speculative Fiction Festival didn’t have the best name, but it sure had one of the most liberal merch-dens of any convention that Draconicon had stepped foot in. Every aisle had something different, with vendors selling art, comics, fandom creations, wood-working, and more, and while all of it tributed – at the very least – some show or universe, they all had a style all their own. It felt more like walking through a multi-verse of fandom expression than it did walking through a bunch of fan-made appreciations of different media. \n\nDraconicon walked with his hands in his pockets as he looked from side to side. A loose t-shirt, carefully blank, swung around, and his jeans were just a hint too tight these days. Probably enjoyed the convention buffet just a bit too much last night. Soft sandals smacked against the bottoms of his feet as he walked along, and he shook his head as he made his way around one aisle and into another. \n\n[i]Never gets old, these conventions…[/i]\n\nThough he hoped one day to have his own stall. He passed one book-seller on the way down the new aisle, and his lips turned up in a small grin at the fantasy tomes that sprawled across the top of the folding table. None of it screamed for his attention, admittedly, but there was something to be said about being known enough to be able to sell like that. \n\n[i]I’ll get there. One day. One day, people will know me.[/i]\n\nThe dragon shook his head as he imagined what that would feel like. He’d been writing semi-professionally for a while, sometimes selling short stories to magazines, but most of the time being commissioned by random people on the internet to write porn. A lot of porn, as a matter of fact, and some of it was utterly ridiculous in terms of scope, scale, or just genuine fetish involvement. He had thousands of people that read it, too, which was something that he’d never imagined doing with his life. \n\nHell, he probably could have taken some of that and put it on a table here for sale, and it would have made some money. Some. \n\n[i]But that would mean going back…there…[/i]\n\nHe paused in the middle of the aisle and looked over his shoulder. A vast red curtain split the back of the merch-den off from the rest of it, and a huge NSFW banner hung from the top of it. Anyone that wanted to go back there had to have ID ready, and their con-badge marked with the appropriate symbols. Anyone else was just shown the door and kept away. \n\nAnd despite his curiosity, the dragon knew he wouldn’t be going back there. Curiosity wasn’t strong enough to get around the other issues that he had. \n\nHe stopped at another table, picking up some of the books on offer. There were all kinds of illustrations on the covers, ranging from a rabbit shooting through space with a jetpack and fishbowl helmet to a demon rising from Hell only to be patted on the head by a kindly zebra. There were stories there, and he couldn’t help but envy the writers for getting as far as they had. \n\n“See anything you like?” the puma behind the counter asked, smiling up at him. \n\n“Hmm? Oh, sorry. I was admiring the covers. Are you the writer, or…”\n\n“I’m afraid not. Just the secretary. But he’ll be back sooner or later.”\n\nShe gave the curtain at the far end of the room a telling nod. Draconicon winced in sympathy. \n\n“Got tempted?”\n\n“What do you think? Erotica Impossible is attending this year.”\n\nErotica Impossible. That name rung a bell, but it didn’t ring loud enough for him to be able to find the memory associated with it. That said, with a name like that, no wonder they were working behind the curtain. Draconicon shook his head and put the book back on the table, chuckling to himself. \n\n“Well, maybe I’ll come back and talk to the author myself. Don’t want to take up your time with book-talk if you’re not interested.”\n\n“Normally, I’d be offended, but you’re right. I’m just here to keep an eye on the desk.”\n\n“No worries. Take care.”\n\nThe dragon waved over his shoulder as he went back to wandering. He doubted that he’d find anything to buy this year, but it was still a good little time-waster between panels. There might be something that held his attention, but even if not, it was nice to see what other people were doing. \n\n#\n\nHalf an hour later and with his wallet still full, the dragon slipped out of the merch-den and into one of the convention center bathrooms. The stalls were full, and he grumbled as he walked all the way down the urinal line to take the one at the far end of the room. Never his preferred place, but he’d waited a little too long. \n\nAs he unzipped and tried to turn a little to keep from being as ‘on-display’ as he had been, the bathroom door opened and a rabbit followed him in. One of the cosplayers, from the looks of him. He wore some sort of tight golden attire that showed off his hips all too well, and rather than shoes, wore some sort of gold wire-wrap that almost looked like fishnet stockings that ran all the way down to his toes. It was surprisingly good at keeping him exposed, too, looking delicate and shimmery while also showing off the sheer strength of a rabbit’s legs. \n\nDraconicon looked away, doing his best to pretend that the rabbit wasn’t there. That got demonstrably harder as the lapine walked over and stood beside him. The shimmering light off the one-piece costume danced along his side, and even over his dick as he tried to keep from exposing himself further. \n\n[i]Couldn’t you have picked any of the other urinals?[/i]\n\nIt got more awkward as the rabbit didn’t even pull out his cock. He just stood there, leaning sideways. Draconicon couldn’t ignore that; he had to look up from trying to get comfortable enough to relieve himself and meet the rabbit’s eyes. \n\n“Can I help you?”\n\n“Oh, just getting a good look.”\n\n“…”\n\n“Hey, do you mind turning to look my way? Hard to tell what you’re packing.”\n\n“…Is this a joke?” Draconicon asked, his cheeks burning. \n\n“Oh, sorry. I’m Kenzie; I work with Erotica Impossible, and we’re doing a bit of talent scouting.”\n\n“…Could you…maybe…[i]not[/i] do this while I’m trying to take a piss?”\n\n“Heh, what’s the matter? Dragon not packing as much as the stereotype?”\n\n“I’m packing more than you probably expect.”\n\n“All the more reason to take a look. Come on, give a guy a peek.”\n\nDraconicon groaned. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was right in the corner, he would have just packed his dick up and gone off to another bathroom, not to mention reported the rabbit for sexual harassment. Not that he particularly had a problem with guys wanting to be with guys, but – \n\nWell, there were issues. He had a lot of issues, all things considered. And maybe…maybe it would be enough to just…show off and get the rabbit to leave him alone. \n\n“Fine. One look, then leave me be.”\n\n“That’s fine with – hooooo, boy.”\n\nThat wasn’t exactly helpful. His cheeks burned, but it was more than that. He could almost [i]feel[/i] the rabbit’s eyes on his dick as he let it hang a bit freer from his jeans. The thing was still mostly soft – though that stare gave it a little extra blood-flow, he could already tell – but it was still a good eight inches long, hanging over a pair of balls that were nearly fist-sized. Nearly. He gave Kenzie three seconds to get a good look, then turned, blocking the rabbit’s view with a wing. \n\n“Holy – you gotta let me take another look at that, man.”\n\n“Nope.”\n\n“Come on. It’s like – oh, hell. Are you a [i]grower[/i]?”\n\nHe was, though he wasn’t going to admit that right then and there, not with that many empty stalls and the chance that someone might hear them. Sure, the air was echoing like mad with their voices bouncing off the walls and coming back all kinds of distorted, but who knew what the others would hear. \n\nAt the same time, his cock twitched ever so slightly at the slight obsession from the other male. He didn’t know why [i]that[/i] worked, but – \n\nNo, that wasn’t true. He did know why it worked, and it annoyed him that it was working as well as it did, particularly when he couldn’t do anything about it. The dragon shook his head, forcing himself to keep using his wings to fend off Kenzie’s attempts to dance around them and get another look, relieving himself quickly before shaking his dick and tucking it back where it belonged. \n\n“Okay, okay, look. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Well, not my feet, because they’re famous, but that’s beside the point,” Kenzie said, following him toward the sinks as the dragon tried to pick up his pace just a bit. “Hey. Look. I’m coming on a bit strong, and I’m sorry. I just…I don’t see stuff like that too often outside the studio, and I think that you’d be a good fit if you feel like you’d like to try your luck.”\n\n“Just because I have a big one?” Draconicon asked, stopping to run his hands under the tap. “Doesn’t feel like a very good standard to base your hiring off of.”\n\n“Well, when you’re working for a porn studio, you look at body first, personality afterward. And there’s all kinds of skills that can be trained, but not a lot of people that got that much hanging down there. Besides, from the look of that bulge, you started stiffening up as soon as I started trying to look, heh. Looks like someone’s an exhibitionist already.”\n\n“I’m not. I’m just –”\n\n“Hehehe, don’t worry about it. You can be whatever you want off-camera. But I think that you’d have a lot of fun if you let me interview you with the boss. Tell you what. I’ll just give you this card…”\n\nKenzie pulled a business card – God knew where from – and tucked it into the dragon’s pants. Not just his pants, his waistband, the edge of the card sliding under the head of his cock. \n\n“And if you get the urge, you can give me a call. And then we can either have a little one-on-one, or a proper group interview with the boss. Presley trusts my judgment, you know, and he’ll be more than willing to give you a shot if I vouch for you.”\n\nThings had gone from awkward to uncomfortable, and the second that the rabbit pulled his hand back, Draconicon grabbed a paper towel from the wall and turned on his heel. He didn’t even say a word, he just…ran. \n\n#\n\nShutting the door to his hotel room and locking it behind him, almost afraid that the rabbit would appear out of nowhere, Draconicon shuffled over to the hotel room bed. He sat on the edge of it, kicking off his sandals, and glared down at his dick. \n\n[i]Soft, again…[/i]\n\nIt was both relieving and annoying. Relieving, because at least he didn’t have that particular bit of anatomy begging for attention anymore, and annoying because he might have been able to have some fun…if he were fucking [i]normal.[/i]\n\nBut he wasn’t, was he? He leaned forward, resting his forehead against one hand as he took a breath. \n\nIt was something that he’d noticed when a significant chunk of his clients stopped after just one piece of work. When polled, they weren’t always particularly clear as to why, just that it wasn’t quite as ‘hot’ as they wanted, that there was too much work with the other parts of the story. He had adjusted as best he could, but the clients that he still had were still prone to grumble about it from time to time. \n\nAnd then there was the fact that he noticed that, while he enjoyed some bits of his writing, it didn’t really get him off. Nor did the number of materials that he often got sent by people as ‘reference’ or gifts or anything like that. He was well-aware that there were plenty of ‘content producers’ that didn’t quite get off to their own stuff, but they were still very attached to sex and sexuality. He knew that he wasn’t quite alone there, but it wasn’t just that, either. \n\nHe was [i]aware[/i] that he didn’t have a type in the real world. He was [i]aware[/i] that he struggled to feel any sort of attachment or interest or attraction to people in the real world. They were…not quite right for him. Whether romantically or sexually, he just didn’t get interested. \n\nExcept in certain situations. \n\nExcept with the right context. \n\nExcept with random things that worked sometimes and not others. \n\nDraconicon forced his hand to unclench as he felt his claws starting to dig into his scalp. That wasn’t going to help anything, and he forced his hand down from his forehead, taking a few deep breaths. \n\n[i]Okay, so…obsession and exhibitionism,[/i] Draconicon thought, slowly pulling his phone from his pocket and opening an old note file. [i]That’s a new one. We can remember that one.[/i]\n\nThe note file was a list of the various things that [i]did[/i] work to get him up and running, so to speak. It was part of a self-study that he had been doing for a while, something to try and get a handle on how his particular sexuality actually worked. Therapy had done jack-shit to ‘fix’ it, and what he had been able to figure out with research and the few times that the therapist had been listening to him was that he was somewhere on the asexual spectrum. Not so far down the sex-repulsed side of things, but not quite sex-favorable, either, since he didn’t have that sort of interest in sex. There were times when the aromantic side of things seemed possible, too, but he was not touching on that particular mystery until he had a way to handle what the sexuality side of things was doing. \n\nAs he typed in the new possibilities, he looked over the old list. At first, he’d only recorded kinks without context, but even the one that worked most often – feet, sole-play, barefooting – had to have some sort of context behind it. He couldn’t just look at someone on the beach during sandal season and get a hard-on, for example. It needed more than that, and it took him a while to realize what was going on. \n\nHe was telling himself stories when he wanted to get off. A beautiful woman was riding a man’s dick? No, that wasn’t what was happening; she was a succubus and was draining him, and it was a contest of wills between them. Or perhaps she was getting him to remember who he was, trying to spark a way through his amnesia with the flames of their passion. Or perhaps she was desperate, cursed, marked with a slut-spell that would not allow her to live without feeding on the seed of men. \n\nWithout the context, without some sort of story behind it, he could [i]not[/i] get off. Hell, he couldn’t even get hard, and the few times that he’d tried the hook-up apps with people, he’d ended up fighting himself just to stay hard long enough for them to get off, or hiding his lack of erection by using his hands or his tongue to get them satisfied before they could see how he just…\n\nWasn’t interested. \n\nDraconicon sighed, closing out the list. He would have thought that figuring out that he was some sort of asexual would have been the end of it, but nope. That sexuality was so blurred and so fluid that it was nearly impossible to figure out what he actually wanted out of it, and he had to solve that mystery in order to get [i]anything.[/i]\n\nAs he shifted position on the bed, he felt the nudge and itch of the card moving around in his pants. He reached down and pulled it out, flicking it over. \n\n“Erotica Impossible,” he read. “Where Fantasies Become Reality, And the Impossible Fucks You.”\n\nHe chuckled. Not a bad tag-line, and certainly the sort of thing that evoked some fun images. A porn studio, hmm? And one that specialized in more niche nerd-porn, from the sound of it. \n\nFinding the website link, he typed it in on his phone and waited. It didn’t take long for the banner to load in, and he whistled. \n\n“Well, guess that’s why Kenzie said that his feet were famous…”\n\nThe rabbit sprawled near the center of the company name and banner, with his long-soled feet pointed right at the camera. They framed the ‘I’ of ‘Impossible’, and he had a big grin on his face as cum ran down the space between his toes and onto the underside of his feet. \n\nOf course, there were other actors, other stars that were showing off. He saw an elephant in tight, revealing latex, a camel-toe showing brilliantly at her crotch and her legs spread just enough to show an edited ghost sliding out of her sex, her eyes glowing as if possessed. A lion, older with a graying mane, sat there in a business suit with his cock out and hanging down, a heavy prince albert piercing on display keeping it from rising up. There were many more, from stallions and orcas to foxes and smaller felines, each one reflecting a different era to eroticize, and some of them weren’t even from earth, from the looks of things. \n\nDraconicon even thought he recognized a couple of the images from clips that he’d seen across the internet, and if he was right, then they were really good quality ones. Erotica Impossible looked like one of those studios that started as a passion project and had expanded over time, taking in more and more people. \n\nNo dragons, though. He imagined that was one reason that Kenzie had come over and nudged him about joining. \n\nHe closed his phone, rubbing his forehead. Was he really thinking about that? What sort of business did an ace guy have with a porn studio?\n\n[i]What kind of business does one have writing porn in the first place?[/i] \n\nThat was a question that he almost wished he hadn’t asked himself, because it was too good of one not to try and answer. And the answer was…there was no answer. He had every right to be doing it, because he was good at it. \n\nMaybe, just maybe, doing some work at this Erotica Impossible place would let him figure out just what sort of person he was. Maybe, maybe, there was something to it that would give him that little bit of insight that he needed into what his life could, or should, be. After all, there would be no shortage of partners there…and more to the point, erection aids so he could keep going if he lost interest. \n\n[i]God, I can’t believe I’m even considering this…[/i]\n\nHe flicked the card around again. Three phone numbers were printed on the back, one to someone named Presley, one to someone named Orinda, and one to Kenzie. He rubbed the back of his neck, only – \n\nThrob. \n\nThrob. \n\nThrob. \n\n“Well…that’s your vote cast, I guess,” he muttered, looking down at his dick. “Well…at least they know how to put context to things. It’s not just pin-ups and humps…I guess…maybe I can talk to Kenzie about it.”\n\nHe flicked his phone open again, dialed the number, and held it to his ear. It only rang twice before the rabbit picked up. \n\n“[i]Hello, you’ve reached Kenzie. What can I do for you?[/i]”\n\n“Hi. This is, um, the dragon that you ambushed in the stalls.”\n\n“[i]Oh, hi! Glad that you decided to call me. Thinking about that interview still?[/i]”\n\n“I was…considering it.”\n\n“[i]Well, we can always do a one-on-one, so I can vouch for your skills properly. I’d love to see what that big dragon dick looks like up-close, and maybe under my tail, heh.[/i]”\n\n“No, no, not…not like that.”\n\n“[i]Pity. Are you straight?[/i]”\n\n“No.”\n\n“[i]Ah, then we should be perfectly fine. Gay or bi or pan, all those things work well for us.[/i]”\n\n“Well, that’s –”\n\n“[i]What room are you in? I’ll bring a tablet and the boss can meet you that way. Presley’s too busy at the booth to come up himself, or he’d like a look, too.[/i]”\n\nDraconicon pinched the bridge of his nose. Was this really a good idea, when they were just running right past the whole asexual thing? Kenzie, at the very least, didn’t seem to get that he was being pushy as fuck, and for all that he really wanted to have [i]something[/i] to illuminate his sexuality better, he wasn’t sure that this would be worth it in the long term. \n\n[i]It’s just an interview. Just an interview, we’ll see how it goes, and we’ll try it from there.[/i]\n\n“Room 845,” he said. \n\n“[i]Awesome. I’ll be up in twenty minutes. Get naked.[/i]”\n\n“I thought this was going to be an interview.”\n\n“[i]An interview for a porn studio, man. Come on. You gotta be comfortable with that much. See you soon.[/i]”\n\nClick. \n\nDraconicon stared at his phone, and then down at his dick. It was rising ever so slowly in his pants again, not to full size, but to a relatively decent half-erection. He glared at it as he slowly lowered his phone to the bed, taking a few deep breaths. The urgency and pushiness were getting to him a bit, and he knew that he’d have to record that later, but he’d have to study just why it was affecting him, too. Certainly his own urgency never got to him, and he didn’t have that urge to submit the way that some did and follow orders. \n\n[i]Ugh. Question after question…[/i]\n\n#\n\nHis compromise between nudity and some clothes ended up being a towel. Draconicon sat on the edge of the bed with his dick alternating between hanging down and pushing just a bit against the fabric folds of the towel. Each time that he felt like he was ready for this, the throbbing started again, and the faint hint of his own aroused smell hit him again. It was just barely there, in his nose, but he knew for a fact that it was stronger for others. Hopefully, it wasn’t one that bothered Kenzie. \n\nTwenty minutes later, on the dot, someone knocked at the door. Draconicon stood up and walked over, confirmed that it was the white-furred rabbit through the eye-hole, and pulled the door open. \n\n“Come in.”\n\n“Gladly.”\n\nThe rabbit stepped inside as the dragon closed the door behind him. No sooner had he locked it tight than the rabbit tapped the screen of the tablet he’d brought up – \n\n[i]New costume…[/i]\n\nThe gold one-piece was gone, replaced by something vaguely more futuristic. It was more of a latex suit, though one that had been painted silver, and outlined the rabbit’s bulge completely. It thrust his cock forward and then some, and the way that the silver material hugged his hips made him look like some sort of sex-bot from the future. A new visor that mostly obscured his eyes and made him look like some sort of faceless creature helped with that, though he still walked around with nothing but a pair of toe-rings on his feet. \n\n“So, uh, how does this work? Usual questions and answers, or –”\n\n“[i]Is this guy you mentioned naked yet?[/i]” an older voice said from the tablet. \n\n“Not yet, boss-man, but he’s probably a little shy with this. I did kinda push him pretty hard,” Kenzie admitted. \n\n“[i]Kenzie…we talked about this.[/i]”\n\n“Look, some people never know they’re interested until they get the right sort of attention.”\n\n[i]Or the other way around,[/i] Draconicon thought. \n\n“[i]You’re the reason that we have three sexual harassment cases pending in court right now, and the reason that we’ve had to pay out twenty thousand in two other cases. Please, for the love of all that is good, stop with the flirting until these cases are done with. Please.[/i]”\n\n“No promises.”\n\n“[i]Turn me around, you horny bastard.[/i]”\n\nDraconicon wasn’t sure who the ‘boss-man’ was until he saw him, but he supposed that the older lion from the banner made some sort of sense. The graying mane looked a little more professional despite the feline wearing a t-shirt rather than a business suit, and he was clearly leaning back on the other side. \n\n“[i]So, let’s get the basics out of the way. Name?[/i]”\n\n“Draconicon.”\n\n“[i]Experience?[/i]”\n\n“None in front of the camera. Some good work with some past partners.”\n\n“[i]Done any sex work before?[/i]”\n\n“Only literary.”\n\n“[i]Give Kenzie your links; we’ll see if there’s any talent there that we can use for the narrative side of things.[/i]”\n\nThat was a thing that he hadn’t thought about, but he supposed that there had to be script-writers and a few storylines that weren’t really possible, even for studios with a big budget. If they had openings there – \n\n“[i]Alright. Let’s get a look at you. The tablet camera’s shit, but if you look good on that, we can make you look good on everything. Kenzie?[/i]”\n\nIt was weird to have the rabbit circling him, even going so far as to hop up on the bed to keep the tablet at a good angle. Draconicon kept as still as he could, keeping his wings furled tight to his back to make sure that they were out of the way, but it was hard not to have a little throb going through his cock as the interviewers moved around him, the tablet camera zooming in on his face, his chest, everywhere. \n\n“[i]Hmmm, those eyes will be interesting, at the very least. Intense, good for a dom if he swings that way – we’ll talk about that in a minute. Decent muscles, but probably could use a stronger gym routine. Scales are good and shiny, claws could leave marks in the walls or in a bottom that wanted that sort of shit – very good, very good. Nice start, Draconicon. Take off the towel.[/i]”\n\n“Ho boy…”\n\n“Don’t worry, boss. He’s an exhibitionist. He loves this shit.”\n\n“I told you, it’s not…nevermind.”\n\nThere wasn’t really an opening to explain, after all. Draconicon pulled the towel to the side and dropped it on the floor. The ten-incher – grown just a bit and starting to point forward – swung from side to side as the towel left. ‘Boss-man’ whistled. \n\n“[i]Okay, showing quite a bit. You a shower or a grower?[/i]”\n\n“Grower.”\n\n“[i]Alright then, dragon. Let’s get a good close look, both sides, and then we’ll have you lie down and get it good and hard for us.[/i]”\n\nHe wasn’t sure if it was the clinical-ness of it, or the way that his cock and body were being discussed more as a sort of tradable good than as a person, or something else entirely, but his brain was already building story on story from it. The lion himself didn’t really tickle his brain, nor did Kenzie, but there was something about the scene, the scenario, the story that they were building up – \n\n[i]Tradeable cock, owned dick, contractually obligated to fuck and cum and show off for the world. There is no hiding your cock, there is no hiding your body. You must strut it, expose it, let others see it.[/i]\n\nThat was hot. \n\nThe tablet ducked under his cock, getting a good look at his balls. Kenzie sniffed the air, and there was a split-second where the rabbit almost seemed to lose his grip on the tablet. His eyes widened slightly, glazing over just a hint, and Draconicon blinked. \n\n[i]What was that?[/i]\n\nThe moment passed, and the rabbit was moving around, sliding over to the other side. Draconicon lifted his tail with a hint of a blush, only to hiss as Kenzie groped one cheek and pulled it to the side. \n\n“[i]Nice and clean. Almost overly so. And a nice jiggle in the cheeks,[/i]” the lion said. “[i]And a bit of a stretch, too. Not a virgin?[/i]”\n\nDraconicon shook his head. \n\n“[i]Well, that’ll make things easier for some scenes. Switch, I’m guessing. Anyway, down.[/i]”\n\nDraconicon laid down on the hotel bed, his feet hanging off the edge. The lion chuckled. \n\n“[i]Looks like you have some competition for the foot stuff, Kenzie. This guy’s feet look bigger than yours.[/i]”\n\n“It’s an unfair comparison; he’s, like, almost a foot and a half taller than me.”\n\n“[i]You know the bitches online. They like size, and the minute they see the stats, I’m telling you, you’re going to have to up your game. Anyway. Draconicon. How hard are you? Scale of one to ten.[/i]”\n\n“Mmmph…I’d say…maybe a four,” he said, looking down at his dick. “No, five. Not quite there yet, but getting pretty close.”\n\n“[i]And you’re about what, ten, eleven inches at the moment?[/i]”\n\n“About…about eleven, yeah.”\n\n“[i]How big do you get?[/i]”\n\n“If I get all the way hard, about fourteen inches. Three or so thick, depending on just how…how hot the moment is.”\n\n“[i]Damn, that’s going to be a monster. If you can keep that going, then I’m definitely going to want you in a few scenes, at least. Maybe as an extra, if you don’t have the acting ability, but damn, I’d like more with what I’m seeing.[/i]”\n\n“Want him to cum, boss-man?” Kenzie asked. \n\n“[i]I would, but looks like my break just ended. We’ll have to pick this up later. Draconicon, if you’re interested, come by room 1020 tonight, around 8; we’ll be doing a room party to get some stock footage for the site, maybe see about getting a couple of different try-outs done.[/i]”\n\n“…Oh god.”\n\n“[i]No pressure; I know Kenzie pushed you pretty good. But the invite’s there, and I’d like to get a look at you with something that isn’t so grainy.[/i]”\n\nClick. \n\nJust like that, the interview was over, and the dragon’s cock was still twitching upward. Twelve inches long, now, still two short, but throbbing with life and need. He sat up as Kenzie put the tablet away, and the rabbit smirked at him. \n\n“You can email me the links; I’ll write the address on your card. Buuuuuut…about that one-on-one?”\n\n“Mmmph…answer’s still no.”\n\n“Playing hard to get. I respect that,” Kenzie said, taking the card and writing the email address on the back of it. “But if I’m ever going too hard, just tell me. I’m not great with picking up on signals, heh, so sometimes you gotta bonk me over the head.”\n\nHe nodded, waving for the rabbit to go. As soon as the rabbit left, he leaned back on the bed again, feeling some of the stiffness already fading from his cock. It had been…quite the experience, but he still didn’t know how this was going to go. It felt like he was pushing himself for something that might not even be worth it. \n\nAnd yet, at the same time, it might help him feel…normal. And that might actually be worth it. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Draconicon, an asexual writer, gets the attention of a porn studio while in the toilet. \n\nTags: M/solo, Draconicon, Dragon, Asexuality, Spectrum, Rabbit, Lion, Porn Studio, Series, Exhibitionism, Big Dick, Looking At Everything, Showing Off, Camera, Interview, Teasing, Exploration, Erection, ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
An Ace on Tape
Chapter 1
Sponsored by GlynWolf
By Draconicon









The Northwest Fantasy/Science Fiction/Speculative Fiction Festival didn’t have the best name, but it sure had one of the most liberal merch-dens of any convention that Draconicon had stepped foot in. Every aisle had something different, with vendors selling art, comics, fandom creations, wood-working, and more, and while all of it tributed – at the very least – some show or universe, they all had a style all their own. It felt more like walking through a multi-verse of fandom expression than it did walking through a bunch of fan-made appreciations of different media.

Draconicon walked with his hands in his pockets as he looked from side to side. A loose t-shirt, carefully blank, swung around, and his jeans were just a hint too tight these days. Probably enjoyed the convention buffet just a bit too much last night. Soft sandals smacked against the bottoms of his feet as he walked along, and he shook his head as he made his way around one aisle and into another.

Never gets old, these conventions…

Though he hoped one day to have his own stall. He passed one book-seller on the way down the new aisle, and his lips turned up in a small grin at the fantasy tomes that sprawled across the top of the folding table. None of it screamed for his attention, admittedly, but there was something to be said about being known enough to be able to sell like that.

I’ll get there. One day. One day, people will know me.

The dragon shook his head as he imagined what that would feel like. He’d been writing semi-professionally for a while, sometimes selling short stories to magazines, but most of the time being commissioned by random people on the internet to write porn. A lot of porn, as a matter of fact, and some of it was utterly ridiculous in terms of scope, scale, or just genuine fetish involvement. He had thousands of people that read it, too, which was something that he’d never imagined doing with his life.

Hell, he probably could have taken some of that and put it on a table here for sale, and it would have made some money. Some.

But that would mean going back…there…

He paused in the middle of the aisle and looked over his shoulder. A vast red curtain split the back of the merch-den off from the rest of it, and a huge NSFW banner hung from the top of it. Anyone that wanted to go back there had to have ID ready, and their con-badge marked with the appropriate symbols. Anyone else was just shown the door and kept away.

And despite his curiosity, the dragon knew he wouldn’t be going back there. Curiosity wasn’t strong enough to get around the other issues that he had.

He stopped at another table, picking up some of the books on offer. There were all kinds of illustrations on the covers, ranging from a rabbit shooting through space with a jetpack and fishbowl helmet to a demon rising from Hell only to be patted on the head by a kindly zebra. There were stories there, and he couldn’t help but envy the writers for getting as far as they had.

“See anything you like?” the puma behind the counter asked, smiling up at him.

“Hmm? Oh, sorry. I was admiring the covers. Are you the writer, or…”

“I’m afraid not. Just the secretary. But he’ll be back sooner or later.”

She gave the curtain at the far end of the room a telling nod. Draconicon winced in sympathy.

“Got tempted?”

“What do you think? Erotica Impossible is attending this year.”

Erotica Impossible. That name rung a bell, but it didn’t ring loud enough for him to be able to find the memory associated with it. That said, with a name like that, no wonder they were working behind the curtain. Draconicon shook his head and put the book back on the table, chuckling to himself.

“Well, maybe I’ll come back and talk to the author myself. Don’t want to take up your time with book-talk if you’re not interested.”

“Normally, I’d be offended, but you’re right. I’m just here to keep an eye on the desk.”

“No worries. Take care.”

The dragon waved over his shoulder as he went back to wandering. He doubted that he’d find anything to buy this year, but it was still a good little time-waster between panels. There might be something that held his attention, but even if not, it was nice to see what other people were doing.

#

Half an hour later and with his wallet still full, the dragon slipped out of the merch-den and into one of the convention center bathrooms. The stalls were full, and he grumbled as he walked all the way down the urinal line to take the one at the far end of the room. Never his preferred place, but he’d waited a little too long.

As he unzipped and tried to turn a little to keep from being as ‘on-display’ as he had been, the bathroom door opened and a rabbit followed him in. One of the cosplayers, from the looks of him. He wore some sort of tight golden attire that showed off his hips all too well, and rather than shoes, wore some sort of gold wire-wrap that almost looked like fishnet stockings that ran all the way down to his toes. It was surprisingly good at keeping him exposed, too, looking delicate and shimmery while also showing off the sheer strength of a rabbit’s legs.

Draconicon looked away, doing his best to pretend that the rabbit wasn’t there. That got demonstrably harder as the lapine walked over and stood beside him. The shimmering light off the one-piece costume danced along his side, and even over his dick as he tried to keep from exposing himself further.

Couldn’t you have picked any of the other urinals?

It got more awkward as the rabbit didn’t even pull out his cock. He just stood there, leaning sideways. Draconicon couldn’t ignore that; he had to look up from trying to get comfortable enough to relieve himself and meet the rabbit’s eyes.

“Can I help you?”

“Oh, just getting a good look.”

“…”

“Hey, do you mind turning to look my way? Hard to tell what you’re packing.”

“…Is this a joke?” Draconicon asked, his cheeks burning.

“Oh, sorry. I’m Kenzie; I work with Erotica Impossible, and we’re doing a bit of talent scouting.”

“…Could you…maybe…not do this while I’m trying to take a piss?”

“Heh, what’s the matter? Dragon not packing as much as the stereotype?”

“I’m packing more than you probably expect.”

“All the more reason to take a look. Come on, give a guy a peek.”

Draconicon groaned. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was right in the corner, he would have just packed his dick up and gone off to another bathroom, not to mention reported the rabbit for sexual harassment. Not that he particularly had a problem with guys wanting to be with guys, but –

Well, there were issues. He had a lot of issues, all things considered. And maybe…maybe it would be enough to just…show off and get the rabbit to leave him alone.

“Fine. One look, then leave me be.”

“That’s fine with – hooooo, boy.”

That wasn’t exactly helpful. His cheeks burned, but it was more than that. He could almost feel the rabbit’s eyes on his dick as he let it hang a bit freer from his jeans. The thing was still mostly soft – though that stare gave it a little extra blood-flow, he could already tell – but it was still a good eight inches long, hanging over a pair of balls that were nearly fist-sized. Nearly. He gave Kenzie three seconds to get a good look, then turned, blocking the rabbit’s view with a wing.

“Holy – you gotta let me take another look at that, man.”

“Nope.”

“Come on. It’s like – oh, hell. Are you a grower?”

He was, though he wasn’t going to admit that right then and there, not with that many empty stalls and the chance that someone might hear them. Sure, the air was echoing like mad with their voices bouncing off the walls and coming back all kinds of distorted, but who knew what the others would hear.

At the same time, his cock twitched ever so slightly at the slight obsession from the other male. He didn’t know why that worked, but –

No, that wasn’t true. He did know why it worked, and it annoyed him that it was working as well as it did, particularly when he couldn’t do anything about it. The dragon shook his head, forcing himself to keep using his wings to fend off Kenzie’s attempts to dance around them and get another look, relieving himself quickly before shaking his dick and tucking it back where it belonged.

“Okay, okay, look. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Well, not my feet, because they’re famous, but that’s beside the point,” Kenzie said, following him toward the sinks as the dragon tried to pick up his pace just a bit. “Hey. Look. I’m coming on a bit strong, and I’m sorry. I just…I don’t see stuff like that too often outside the studio, and I think that you’d be a good fit if you feel like you’d like to try your luck.”

“Just because I have a big one?” Draconicon asked, stopping to run his hands under the tap. “Doesn’t feel like a very good standard to base your hiring off of.”

“Well, when you’re working for a porn studio, you look at body first, personality afterward. And there’s all kinds of skills that can be trained, but not a lot of people that got that much hanging down there. Besides, from the look of that bulge, you started stiffening up as soon as I started trying to look, heh. Looks like someone’s an exhibitionist already.”

“I’m not. I’m just –”

“Hehehe, don’t worry about it. You can be whatever you want off-camera. But I think that you’d have a lot of fun if you let me interview you with the boss. Tell you what. I’ll just give you this card…”

Kenzie pulled a business card – God knew where from – and tucked it into the dragon’s pants. Not just his pants, his waistband, the edge of the card sliding under the head of his cock.

“And if you get the urge, you can give me a call. And then we can either have a little one-on-one, or a proper group interview with the boss. Presley trusts my judgment, you know, and he’ll be more than willing to give you a shot if I vouch for you.”

Things had gone from awkward to uncomfortable, and the second that the rabbit pulled his hand back, Draconicon grabbed a paper towel from the wall and turned on his heel. He didn’t even say a word, he just…ran.

#

Shutting the door to his hotel room and locking it behind him, almost afraid that the rabbit would appear out of nowhere, Draconicon shuffled over to the hotel room bed. He sat on the edge of it, kicking off his sandals, and glared down at his dick.

Soft, again…

It was both relieving and annoying. Relieving, because at least he didn’t have that particular bit of anatomy begging for attention anymore, and annoying because he might have been able to have some fun…if he were fucking normal.

But he wasn’t, was he? He leaned forward, resting his forehead against one hand as he took a breath.

It was something that he’d noticed when a significant chunk of his clients stopped after just one piece of work. When polled, they weren’t always particularly clear as to why, just that it wasn’t quite as ‘hot’ as they wanted, that there was too much work with the other parts of the story. He had adjusted as best he could, but the clients that he still had were still prone to grumble about it from time to time.

And then there was the fact that he noticed that, while he enjoyed some bits of his writing, it didn’t really get him off. Nor did the number of materials that he often got sent by people as ‘reference’ or gifts or anything like that. He was well-aware that there were plenty of ‘content producers’ that didn’t quite get off to their own stuff, but they were still very attached to sex and sexuality. He knew that he wasn’t quite alone there, but it wasn’t just that, either.

He was aware that he didn’t have a type in the real world. He was aware that he struggled to feel any sort of attachment or interest or attraction to people in the real world. They were…not quite right for him. Whether romantically or sexually, he just didn’t get interested.

Except in certain situations.

Except with the right context.

Except with random things that worked sometimes and not others.

Draconicon forced his hand to unclench as he felt his claws starting to dig into his scalp. That wasn’t going to help anything, and he forced his hand down from his forehead, taking a few deep breaths.

Okay, so…obsession and exhibitionism, Draconicon thought, slowly pulling his phone from his pocket and opening an old note file. That’s a new one. We can remember that one.

The note file was a list of the various things that did work to get him up and running, so to speak. It was part of a self-study that he had been doing for a while, something to try and get a handle on how his particular sexuality actually worked. Therapy had done jack-shit to ‘fix’ it, and what he had been able to figure out with research and the few times that the therapist had been listening to him was that he was somewhere on the asexual spectrum. Not so far down the sex-repulsed side of things, but not quite sex-favorable, either, since he didn’t have that sort of interest in sex. There were times when the aromantic side of things seemed possible, too, but he was not touching on that particular mystery until he had a way to handle what the sexuality side of things was doing.

As he typed in the new possibilities, he looked over the old list. At first, he’d only recorded kinks without context, but even the one that worked most often – feet, sole-play, barefooting – had to have some sort of context behind it. He couldn’t just look at someone on the beach during sandal season and get a hard-on, for example. It needed more than that, and it took him a while to realize what was going on.

He was telling himself stories when he wanted to get off. A beautiful woman was riding a man’s dick? No, that wasn’t what was happening; she was a succubus and was draining him, and it was a contest of wills between them. Or perhaps she was getting him to remember who he was, trying to spark a way through his amnesia with the flames of their passion. Or perhaps she was desperate, cursed, marked with a slut-spell that would not allow her to live without feeding on the seed of men.

Without the context, without some sort of story behind it, he could not get off. Hell, he couldn’t even get hard, and the few times that he’d tried the hook-up apps with people, he’d ended up fighting himself just to stay hard long enough for them to get off, or hiding his lack of erection by using his hands or his tongue to get them satisfied before they could see how he just…

Wasn’t interested.

Draconicon sighed, closing out the list. He would have thought that figuring out that he was some sort of asexual would have been the end of it, but nope. That sexuality was so blurred and so fluid that it was nearly impossible to figure out what he actually wanted out of it, and he had to solve that mystery in order to get anything.

As he shifted position on the bed, he felt the nudge and itch of the card moving around in his pants. He reached down and pulled it out, flicking it over.

“Erotica Impossible,” he read. “Where Fantasies Become Reality, And the Impossible Fucks You.”

He chuckled. Not a bad tag-line, and certainly the sort of thing that evoked some fun images. A porn studio, hmm? And one that specialized in more niche nerd-porn, from the sound of it.

Finding the website link, he typed it in on his phone and waited. It didn’t take long for the banner to load in, and he whistled.

“Well, guess that’s why Kenzie said that his feet were famous…”

The rabbit sprawled near the center of the company name and banner, with his long-soled feet pointed right at the camera. They framed the ‘I’ of ‘Impossible’, and he had a big grin on his face as cum ran down the space between his toes and onto the underside of his feet.

Of course, there were other actors, other stars that were showing off. He saw an elephant in tight, revealing latex, a camel-toe showing brilliantly at her crotch and her legs spread just enough to show an edited ghost sliding out of her sex, her eyes glowing as if possessed. A lion, older with a graying mane, sat there in a business suit with his cock out and hanging down, a heavy prince albert piercing on display keeping it from rising up. There were many more, from stallions and orcas to foxes and smaller felines, each one reflecting a different era to eroticize, and some of them weren’t even from earth, from the looks of things.

Draconicon even thought he recognized a couple of the images from clips that he’d seen across the internet, and if he was right, then they were really good quality ones. Erotica Impossible looked like one of those studios that started as a passion project and had expanded over time, taking in more and more people.

No dragons, though. He imagined that was one reason that Kenzie had come over and nudged him about joining.

He closed his phone, rubbing his forehead. Was he really thinking about that? What sort of business did an ace guy have with a porn studio?

What kind of business does one have writing porn in the first place?

That was a question that he almost wished he hadn’t asked himself, because it was too good of one not to try and answer. And the answer was…there was no answer. He had every right to be doing it, because he was good at it.

Maybe, just maybe, doing some work at this Erotica Impossible place would let him figure out just what sort of person he was. Maybe, maybe, there was something to it that would give him that little bit of insight that he needed into what his life could, or should, be. After all, there would be no shortage of partners there…and more to the point, erection aids so he could keep going if he lost interest.

God, I can’t believe I’m even considering this…

He flicked the card around again. Three phone numbers were printed on the back, one to someone named Presley, one to someone named Orinda, and one to Kenzie. He rubbed the back of his neck, only –

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

“Well…that’s your vote cast, I guess,” he muttered, looking down at his dick. “Well…at least they know how to put context to things. It’s not just pin-ups and humps…I guess…maybe I can talk to Kenzie about it.”

He flicked his phone open again, dialed the number, and held it to his ear. It only rang twice before the rabbit picked up.

“Hello, you’ve reached Kenzie. What can I do for you?”

“Hi. This is, um, the dragon that you ambushed in the stalls.”

“Oh, hi! Glad that you decided to call me. Thinking about that interview still?”

“I was…considering it.”

“Well, we can always do a one-on-one, so I can vouch for your skills properly. I’d love to see what that big dragon dick looks like up-close, and maybe under my tail, heh.”

“No, no, not…not like that.”

“Pity. Are you straight?”

“No.”

“Ah, then we should be perfectly fine. Gay or bi or pan, all those things work well for us.”

“Well, that’s –”

“What room are you in? I’ll bring a tablet and the boss can meet you that way. Presley’s too busy at the booth to come up himself, or he’d like a look, too.”

Draconicon pinched the bridge of his nose. Was this really a good idea, when they were just running right past the whole asexual thing? Kenzie, at the very least, didn’t seem to get that he was being pushy as fuck, and for all that he really wanted to have something to illuminate his sexuality better, he wasn’t sure that this would be worth it in the long term.

It’s just an interview. Just an interview, we’ll see how it goes, and we’ll try it from there.

“Room 845,” he said.

“Awesome. I’ll be up in twenty minutes. Get naked.”

“I thought this was going to be an interview.”

“An interview for a porn studio, man. Come on. You gotta be comfortable with that much. See you soon.”

Click.

Draconicon stared at his phone, and then down at his dick. It was rising ever so slowly in his pants again, not to full size, but to a relatively decent half-erection. He glared at it as he slowly lowered his phone to the bed, taking a few deep breaths. The urgency and pushiness were getting to him a bit, and he knew that he’d have to record that later, but he’d have to study just why it was affecting him, too. Certainly his own urgency never got to him, and he didn’t have that urge to submit the way that some did and follow orders.

Ugh. Question after question…

#

His compromise between nudity and some clothes ended up being a towel. Draconicon sat on the edge of the bed with his dick alternating between hanging down and pushing just a bit against the fabric folds of the towel. Each time that he felt like he was ready for this, the throbbing started again, and the faint hint of his own aroused smell hit him again. It was just barely there, in his nose, but he knew for a fact that it was stronger for others. Hopefully, it wasn’t one that bothered Kenzie.

Twenty minutes later, on the dot, someone knocked at the door. Draconicon stood up and walked over, confirmed that it was the white-furred rabbit through the eye-hole, and pulled the door open.

“Come in.”

“Gladly.”

The rabbit stepped inside as the dragon closed the door behind him. No sooner had he locked it tight than the rabbit tapped the screen of the tablet he’d brought up –

New costume…

The gold one-piece was gone, replaced by something vaguely more futuristic. It was more of a latex suit, though one that had been painted silver, and outlined the rabbit’s bulge completely. It thrust his cock forward and then some, and the way that the silver material hugged his hips made him look like some sort of sex-bot from the future. A new visor that mostly obscured his eyes and made him look like some sort of faceless creature helped with that, though he still walked around with nothing but a pair of toe-rings on his feet.

“So, uh, how does this work? Usual questions and answers, or –”

“Is this guy you mentioned naked yet?” an older voice said from the tablet.

“Not yet, boss-man, but he’s probably a little shy with this. I did kinda push him pretty hard,” Kenzie admitted.

“Kenzie…we talked about this.”

“Look, some people never know they’re interested until they get the right sort of attention.”

Or the other way around, Draconicon thought.

“You’re the reason that we have three sexual harassment cases pending in court right now, and the reason that we’ve had to pay out twenty thousand in two other cases. Please, for the love of all that is good, stop with the flirting until these cases are done with. Please.”

“No promises.”

“Turn me around, you horny bastard.”

Draconicon wasn’t sure who the ‘boss-man’ was until he saw him, but he supposed that the older lion from the banner made some sort of sense. The graying mane looked a little more professional despite the feline wearing a t-shirt rather than a business suit, and he was clearly leaning back on the other side.

“So, let’s get the basics out of the way. Name?”

“Draconicon.”

“Experience?”

“None in front of the camera. Some good work with some past partners.”

“Done any sex work before?”

“Only literary.”

“Give Kenzie your links; we’ll see if there’s any talent there that we can use for the narrative side of things.”

That was a thing that he hadn’t thought about, but he supposed that there had to be script-writers and a few storylines that weren’t really possible, even for studios with a big budget. If they had openings there –

“Alright. Let’s get a look at you. The tablet camera’s shit, but if you look good on that, we can make you look good on everything. Kenzie?”

It was weird to have the rabbit circling him, even going so far as to hop up on the bed to keep the tablet at a good angle. Draconicon kept as still as he could, keeping his wings furled tight to his back to make sure that they were out of the way, but it was hard not to have a little throb going through his cock as the interviewers moved around him, the tablet camera zooming in on his face, his chest, everywhere.

“Hmmm, those eyes will be interesting, at the very least. Intense, good for a dom if he swings that way – we’ll talk about that in a minute. Decent muscles, but probably could use a stronger gym routine. Scales are good and shiny, claws could leave marks in the walls or in a bottom that wanted that sort of shit – very good, very good. Nice start, Draconicon. Take off the towel.”

“Ho boy…”

“Don’t worry, boss. He’s an exhibitionist. He loves this shit.”

“I told you, it’s not…nevermind.”

There wasn’t really an opening to explain, after all. Draconicon pulled the towel to the side and dropped it on the floor. The ten-incher – grown just a bit and starting to point forward – swung from side to side as the towel left. ‘Boss-man’ whistled.

“Okay, showing quite a bit. You a shower or a grower?”

“Grower.”

“Alright then, dragon. Let’s get a good close look, both sides, and then we’ll have you lie down and get it good and hard for us.”

He wasn’t sure if it was the clinical-ness of it, or the way that his cock and body were being discussed more as a sort of tradable good than as a person, or something else entirely, but his brain was already building story on story from it. The lion himself didn’t really tickle his brain, nor did Kenzie, but there was something about the scene, the scenario, the story that they were building up –

Tradeable cock, owned dick, contractually obligated to fuck and cum and show off for the world. There is no hiding your cock, there is no hiding your body. You must strut it, expose it, let others see it.

That was hot.

The tablet ducked under his cock, getting a good look at his balls. Kenzie sniffed the air, and there was a split-second where the rabbit almost seemed to lose his grip on the tablet. His eyes widened slightly, glazing over just a hint, and Draconicon blinked.

What was that?

The moment passed, and the rabbit was moving around, sliding over to the other side. Draconicon lifted his tail with a hint of a blush, only to hiss as Kenzie groped one cheek and pulled it to the side.

“Nice and clean. Almost overly so. And a nice jiggle in the cheeks,” the lion said. “And a bit of a stretch, too. Not a virgin?”

Draconicon shook his head.

“Well, that’ll make things easier for some scenes. Switch, I’m guessing. Anyway, down.”

Draconicon laid down on the hotel bed, his feet hanging off the edge. The lion chuckled.

“Looks like you have some competition for the foot stuff, Kenzie. This guy’s feet look bigger than yours.”

“It’s an unfair comparison; he’s, like, almost a foot and a half taller than me.”

“You know the bitches online. They like size, and the minute they see the stats, I’m telling you, you’re going to have to up your game. Anyway. Draconicon. How hard are you? Scale of one to ten.”

“Mmmph…I’d say…maybe a four,” he said, looking down at his dick. “No, five. Not quite there yet, but getting pretty close.”

“And you’re about what, ten, eleven inches at the moment?”

“About…about eleven, yeah.”

“How big do you get?”

“If I get all the way hard, about fourteen inches. Three or so thick, depending on just how…how hot the moment is.”

“Damn, that’s going to be a monster. If you can keep that going, then I’m definitely going to want you in a few scenes, at least. Maybe as an extra, if you don’t have the acting ability, but damn, I’d like more with what I’m seeing.”

“Want him to cum, boss-man?” Kenzie asked.

“I would, but looks like my break just ended. We’ll have to pick this up later. Draconicon, if you’re interested, come by room 1020 tonight, around 8; we’ll be doing a room party to get some stock footage for the site, maybe see about getting a couple of different try-outs done.”

“…Oh god.”

“No pressure; I know Kenzie pushed you pretty good. But the invite’s there, and I’d like to get a look at you with something that isn’t so grainy.”

Click.

Just like that, the interview was over, and the dragon’s cock was still twitching upward. Twelve inches long, now, still two short, but throbbing with life and need. He sat up as Kenzie put the tablet away, and the rabbit smirked at him.

“You can email me the links; I’ll write the address on your card. Buuuuuut…about that one-on-one?”

“Mmmph…answer’s still no.”

“Playing hard to get. I respect that,” Kenzie said, taking the card and writing the email address on the back of it. “But if I’m ever going too hard, just tell me. I’m not great with picking up on signals, heh, so sometimes you gotta bonk me over the head.”

He nodded, waving for the rabbit to go. As soon as the rabbit left, he leaned back on the bed again, feeling some of the stiffness already fading from his cock. It had been…quite the experience, but he still didn’t know how this was going to go. It felt like he was pushing himself for something that might not even be worth it.

And yet, at the same time, it might help him feel…normal. And that might actually be worth it.









The End


Summary: Draconicon, an asexual writer, gets the attention of a porn studio while in the toilet.

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