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[b][u][center]An Ace On Tape

Chapter 5

Sponsored by GlynWolf

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

He thought he was ready for a naked walk. He was mistaken.

As soon as Draconicon stepped out of the medical office, he experienced the whole new sensation of wind and sun on his cock and balls. It was like having someone teasing it with the lightest touch in the world, but more than that, it was a complete, utter reminder that everything he had to offer was out there for anyone to see. It was both embarrassing and horrendously arousing, forcing his dick harder and harder as he stood in the doorway and tried not to get more riled up than he was.

[i]You're at a porn studio. They see this all the time. Just because you're bigger than most -[/i]

"Come on, big guy. You're due," Hari said.

"Yeah, yeah..."

Draconicon had to force himself to take the first step. Each one after that was a little bit easier, but it was the constant tease of the breeze, the hot pavement beneath his feet, and the sway-slap-sway-slap of his dick between his legs that kept driving him up the wall. The fact that his cock was slowly going up and leaving that swaying behind, instead just bobbing up and down as it pointed his way forward, wasn't exactly making anything better.

Face red as could be, he kept looking left, right, and center as he walked back down the 'lane' between the warehouse studios. If there were other actors around -

[i]They're going to see me anyway. What in the hell am I so embarrassed about?[/i]

Oh, he knew. It was one thing to go to a party, to have a video interview, and even to get a medical exam. It was something else entirely to have it go further and become...real. He was going to be a porn star. Not just a porn writer, but a porn star, and people all over the world were going to see his dick and have opinions about it, and probably imagine themselves as the other actors on his shoots, and -

And there was a full-on erection, foreskin pulled down past the head and leaving him absolutely dripping. He couldn't help but shiver as he walked around the corner, looking for anyone coming on a golf cart or something like that. Nothing of the sort to be seen, and he was almost disappointed -

Twitch.

Throb.

Twitch.

Throb.

Draconicon groaned, leaning back against the side of the warehouse before looking down at his cock. It had [i]never[/i] been this hard before, and he glared at it as it bobbed up and down, as if somehow defying him.

"If you could do this on command instead of when I didn't want you to..."

Throb. Twitch.

"Fuck you, too."

He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he realized that he'd never asked Hari which of the studios he was supposed to report to. That should have been the first thing that he asked rather than walking out. Shows how he wasn't thinking too clearly, he supposed; he'd have to go back and -

"There you are, dragon!"

Almost jumping out of his scales, Draconicon stood up straight and whipped his head toward Presley's voice. The lion was dressed, for once, and it was oddly comforting to see him in a suit instead of naked with nothing but a condom around his cock. It took half a second for the reminder that [i]he[/i] was the naked one to hit him, and when it did, he bit his lips and balled his hands into fists to keep from covering himself up.

[i]Goddammit, I shouldn't be this embarrassed. I knew why I came here, I knew what was going to happen. Get a grip. Just because you haven't done it like this before - ugh. Just get a grip.[/i]

"Hey, Presley," Draconicon said, shaking his head and doing his best not to think about the fact that his dick was up and about to twitch against his belly. "Hari said that I was supposed to come find you, but, uh, I forgot to ask which studio I was supposed to go to."

"Heh, you coulda kept your mouth shut and been fine; it's this one," the lion said, tapping the wall the dragon had been leaning on.

"...Great."

"Heh. Luck, eh?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"So, Hari said he's pretty sure you're clean. No penetration today, but we'll have you pose with some of the other actors and see how it goes."

"Other...actors?"

"Kid, we got plenty of solo shots from the exam and the stuff that you got posted online - Kenzie mentioned it after coming back, said that you had this whole thing online, we found it - but we need to see how you look working off someone else. And we got plenty of actors for that here. Come on."

It took him a second to take that first step again, but at least his cock was still hard. That was a huge step forward.

He knew that this was going to happen, that he'd be doing his first bit of real porn today, but he hadn't expected it to be [i]so[/i] quick. So much for easing into -

[i]Oh, will you shut the fuck up?![/i] some part of him shouted back at the negative thoughts. [i]You're here. He's giving you the easiest thing that you can get. Just a fucking photoshoot. No penetration, plenty of time. Will you just get over your fucking self?[/i]

Draconicon blinked as he kept walking. Presley looked up at him, an eyebrow raised.

"You okay? You look like someone just hit you with a two-by-four."

"Kinda just did it to myself. Long story, no time."

"Heh, that's what I like to hear. All business, just like it should be."

That wasn't quite right, but it didn't matter. Still, he wondered where that had come from. He was used to talking to himself a lot, but that was the first time that something had shouted back at him quite like that. Least it was a nicer voice than the one that he tended to use for himself.

They rounded the corner and stepped into the warehouse. It wasn't anything too fancy, which wasn't surprising; if they were just taking pictures, all they really needed was a way to control the lighting and make sure that the wind was accounted for. A small collection of prop furniture waited in the middle of the open warehouse, all gathered onto one of three different sound-stages, and waiting by them - one sitting, one standing - were two more studio employees. One was a brown-furred rat, all but naked in just a bikini, while the other was a stallion with russet-red fur and a long mane, who wore nothing but a thong.

Both of them looked completely comfortable, too. Draconicon wished that he'd been given something to wear.

Presley whistled, cutting the silence and getting everyone's attention. Once more, Draconicon had to fight not to cover himself, his brain spinning ideas of what they might be thinking looking at him -

[i]Fattest dick they've seen today. Horse looking at me like he's surprised that there's someone bigger. Dragons, beating them all.[/i]

Nasty little speciesist-kink-thoughts, but they did the job of keeping him hard. Fucking hell, today was going better than the last eight years had gone for him when it came to anything sexual. Maybe he could be a little more hopeful about everything.

"Alright, everyone, let's get acquainted," Presley said, waving the dragon toward the stage. "Rob, Trina, this is Drac, the new guy."

"Technically, Draconicon," he muttered.

"I write the checks, I pick the names," the lion said, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, Drac, you're going to be doing some shoots with these two. They've been here a bit longer than you, know the ropes, been in a couple of flicks already. You three, talk amongst yourselves while I get the cameras ready."

As the lion walked off, Draconicon opened his mouth, then shut it again. He looked back at his new coworkers, taking them in.

Trina was a rat, brown-furred with tits that really could only be called 'bimbo-tits' from their sheer size and the way that they looked just short of artificial. For all that, he was pretty sure that they were still natural, but it was hard to be 100% sure when he was looking at them. They were barely restrained by a pink bikini top, a string at the back and one at the front barely holding them back from popping free, and he was pretty sure that he could see her nipples through the fabric.

That curvaceousness continued, rolling over a surprisingly fit core before flaring out in wide, well...

His brain supplied the phrase 'breeding hips,' and he couldn't argue. Big hips, big ass, just...begging for the average male to fuck her. Anybody attracted to a woman would have been chomping at the bit there, but he just saw her as...well, one more body. She smiled, offering her hand.

"Nice to meet you," she said when he took her hand. "Sorry about Presley. I just figure he's like that with everyone."

"That's been my experience," Draconicon admitted, shaking his head. "Anyway, has he -"

"Let's get this done," Rob said, offering his hand. "Rob, top, completely in charge of any scene. That's in my contract, and that's the way that it's gonna stay."

"...Straight?" Draconicon asked.

"Mmm-hmm. I'll do some gay shit for pay - frotting, getting my dick sucked - but I ain't letting anything near my ass, and I ain't gonna be the kinda guy that lets anyone else get [i]close[/i] to topping me. Not a guy or girl."

"Or woman," Trina said, rolling her eyes. "I swear, if he wasn't a horse with a horse-cock he would have been canned a week ago."

"Fuck that. I'm hot as hell."

"Yes, and so's everyone else here. I would truly appreciate it if you would find it in your little peabrain to be nice for one solitary shoot."

[i]Ooookay, definitely not a bimbo,[/i] Draconicon thought. [i]And all the better for it.[/i]

But Rob was certainly a dick, and no matter how much of a dick he had, it didn't make up for the rather loathsome personality.

Oddly enough, aside from the one-time flick downward that had happened when they'd first seen him, neither of them were making any big deal of the fact that he was naked and - yep, still hard - erect. It was as if he was just in his regular clothes.

[i]Guess that's the way that it goes in a porn studio. Everyone's seen everything, here.[/i]

It was kinda comforting. Not that hot, but, really, that was nice to take a break from every now and again. He joined the two of them on the sound-stage, which was an imitation of a living room. Rob sat in the big armchair, while Trina got comfortable on the couch. Draconicon sat on the floor, crossing his legs and putting his dick over one thigh.

"Oh, please, you don't have to flaunt how big it is," Rob muttered.

"I'm...not?"

"Uh-huh. The only one naked in the room, and -"

"Presley basically ordered me out here like this."

"Uh-huh."

"Oh, don't mind him; he's just pissy because he was one of the big dicks before you came along," Trina said, laughing as she tilted her head back toward the stallion. "Mr. Footlong feeling a little short now, hmm?"

"Fuck. Off."

As he looked between his co-stars, he couldn't help but feel a little concerned about the implications he was getting. Trina was clearly a smart cookie, but her body told a different story. Meanwhile, Rob was an asshole, if what would pass for a sexy one (he ticked the boxes for most people: tall, strong, big dick, jerk attitude, top-only), but he was also straight...and he remembered [i]very[/i] clearly that Presley had said that someone being straight in the porn studio made for a hard time.

"Could you excuse me for a second?" Draconicon asked.

"Yeah, sure. Presley looks like he's going to be a while, anyway," Trina said.

"Hmmph."

Nodding his thanks, he stood up and walked around the battery of cameras. The lion was kneeling beside one of them, poking and prodding at it in the way of someone whose familiarity with a machine was several generations out of date. Draconicon cleared his throat, then repeated it when Presley didn't look up.

"What is it?" the lion muttered.

"I'm getting the feeling that this is a dry-run for hypno-scenes."

"Mmm-hmm. So, what, you want a gold star for figuring it out?"

"More I want to know if you told them."

"Nope."

"...Why not?"

Why not? Why not? That was an under-reaction if ever there was one. Why the fuck would someone [i]not[/i] tell their employees that they were about to be hypnotized by someone else's smell? Felt like a bit of a key detail that would be better off mentioning, in his books, but then again, he wasn't exactly the director, was he?

"Felt like it'd be a more genuine reaction," Presley said, finally pushing a button and nodding to himself as the camera lit up. "There we go. Christ, that was more complicated than it needed to be."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Oh, you can't be - look. You gotta do a shoot. Simple as."

"I know, I know, but I'm thinking about the long-term here. What happens if it isn't as fast as it was with Kenzie and one of them gets really pissed off?" he hissed.

"We've got security."

"Right here?"

"Well...okay, it'd take a minute. But -"

"And what about if they decide they want to sue you, huh? Kenzie told me that you guys are doing lots of little commissions just to keep the lights on, sometimes; you really think that you can weather it if one of 'em decides to quit and take their chances in court?"

"...I hate it when my employees get it right before me," the lion muttered, running a hand through his graying mane. "Shit. That's a fair point, but...shit. Okay, okay, new plan."

"You're going to tell them?"

"Fuck that. Particularly after you're trying to make me do it. No, I wanna see just how well this shit works, and that means they gotta go into it blind."

"But -"

"How's this? We do 'em separately rather than together. That way only one goes at a time, we can keep an eye on it, and if it goes shitty, we can stop it before it gets out of hand."

Draconicon bit his tongue. For all that he wanted to insist that they just told both of them rather than trying to run an experiment on them, he couldn't [i]entirely[/i] fault the lion for his logic. If they [i]were[/i] going to incorporate the whole pheromone thing, they needed to experiment with it eventually. He'd just...hoped that it would be done properly, medically, rather than in the middle of a shoot.

And...

He had to admit that a certain part of him wanted to see how it would go, too. Now that he knew he wasn't going to get in trouble, some twisted piece of him wanted to try it out. It might be one of the only ways that he'd ever have sex 'properly.'

"Alright. We'll do it."

"You'll do it, kid," Presley said, shaking his head. "I'll get Rob outta the way. You and Trina get ready to show off; I want some fresh stuff to post by the end of the day. Plenty of dick and bimbo tits, got it?"

"Yeah...got it."

The lion walked around him, waving Rob over and leading him out of the warehouse. Draconicon rubbed the back of his neck as Trina looked up at him again. She had a friendly enough smile on her face, and she chuckled as she reached down to her bikini top and started undoing it. The black dragon waited for that to be the thing that killed his erection...

And it didn't.

It wasn't that her showing off her breasts got him harder, per-se, but it didn't just end it with the crashing realization that this was actually going to happen like it usually did. Instead, he stayed just as hard as he had been, just as 'eager'-looking as he was when he walked in. Something had changed...

[i]But what?[/i]

"Come on, let me get a closer look," Trina said. "I want to make sure that I can take that thing without getting split in two, if Presley starts pushing it."

"Yeah, yeah, sure."

He walked back to the couch and sat down, his legs spread a little more than he'd usually do for something like this. Trina joined him, the busty brown rat sitting on one side of the couch. She reached out with her tail, wrapping the end of it around the base of his cock, and squeezed. Not hard, but enough to get a little grunt out of him. His co-star chuckled.

"Not used to tails?"

"Not used to much of anything," he admitted. "This is...mmph...first time that I've really done anything...porny."

"That a fact? I would have thought someone this big had done this a few times, at least."

"Mmmph...you'd be dead-wrong."

"Well, here's hoping that you can keep it up. Anything I need to keep in mind?"

"Yeah...just...don't make it too real."

"Mmmm, gotcha. I think I can do that. After all, that's the business of porn, isn't it? Making fantasies real."

The dragon nodded, looking down at his cock. He kept waiting for it to go soft, but there was something about the whole thing that was still working for him. Was it the anticipation of what his musk might do to Trina, or was it something else? The way that they were talking was much more experimental, much more on the theoretical side of sex than it was about anything actually 'sexual,' so maybe that was it? He needed to stop thinking so hard about it, though, or he'd start sabotaging himself. Overthinking was the enemy of -

"Alright, you two. Let's get started," Presley said, walking back in and taking a spot by the cameras. "Trina, I want you on your knees, gimme a profile shot. Tits out, girl; make sure that the camera can see everything, and keep a good bimbo look on your face."

"I get a bonus for stupid?" she asked.

"You get a bonus for getting it done. It's called a paycheck."

"Ass."

"Slut," Presley shot back, though with a smile.

The rat rolled off the couch, and Draconicon suppressed the urge to pull away as she slid between his legs, pushing her tits out and all but sandwiching his cock between them in one fell swoop. They were soft and squishy, and they were [i]definitely[/i] natural. For all that he had wondered, he had proof now.

"Okay, okay, good shot so far - Drac, look like you're enjoying it a bit more."

"Mmmph...how much?"

"Little more exaggerated. Don't go all porn-mag on me, but show - yeah, grunty and huffy, like that."

He honestly didn't know what the hell was going on with all of this, but at least it seemed to be what Presley wanted. He spread his legs a bit further, half-closing his eyes and gently resting a hand on Trina's head. It was more to stabilize himself than anything else, he had to admit. Keeping his eyes closed was helping; it turned it from it being sex with someone else that was really just another body into something that was a little bit more of a fantasy.

"Okay, now, Trina, lean in. Nose to his balls - yeah, just like that."

Huff.

Puff.

[i]She's sucking it in now. If she's like Kenzie...[/i]

He swore that he could hear the click-click of the camera going off. Something about that twigged at a fantasy, as well. The idea of more people seeing him, of more people making comments and wondering what it'd be like with him - the hundreds of times that he had sent out dick-pics before and gotten off to the responses hit him again. Throb, twitch; his cock rose a bit higher, pre-cum starting to leak out from the end and -

"How're we feeling? Good?"

"Pretty...pretty good," Draconicon muttered.

"Trina?"

"Mmmm...hot...hot smell," the rat muttered. "Yeah...yeah, doing pretty good."

He didn't open his eyes, but he was all but sure that this was the pheromones settling in. If he opened his eyes, what would he see? He could feel her breathing, sucking in air through her nose around his balls, and each huff made him curl his toes against the floor.

"Loving that ball smell, aren't you, girl?" he muttered, slipping into a role.

"Mmmmph...it's so...strong..."

"Yeah, but you love it," he grunted, slowly pushing her down against them, her nose sliding along the valley between the orbs. "Good little musk-slut..."

"Hee-hee...mmmph...maybe for...for you..."

Pushing himself, Draconicon opened his eyes. He looked down and -

And she was definitely feeling it. She wasn't so far gone as Kenzie had gotten that first night when they were at the party, but she was fading. Her cheeks were burning, and she huffed and swayed like a drunk looking for another bottle. The rat slowly pulled her head back when he took his hand away, a weak giggle escaping her lips.

[i]Anyone else would be going nuts seeing someone look at them like this,[/i] Draconicon thought as he watched the rat nuzzle against his sac. [i]She's completely obsessed with me now. Probably isn't even thinking about the camera anymore, and the way that she's huffing, and mumbling, and giggling...[/i]

That was the picture of a horny bimbo, particularly as she leaned up, grinding her breasts against him as she licked from his balls to the tip of his cock. A drunken-sounding giggle escaped her as she wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock, licking under the foreskin. He gritted his teeth, the feeling very intense, but...

But he was still having to keep a sort of story in his head. He could feel it running wild back there, penning a narrative to what they were doing just to keep it interesting. The feeling of her tongue was nice, but there wasn't enough there to keep him going.

[i]She's under my control. I could ask her to do just about anything, and...and she might just do it...[/i]

Twitch.

[i]I can make her do anything, be any role, and she'd never shift from that until I told her.[/i]

Twitch.

[i]She can be...exactly what I need her to be...[/i]

Twitch.

"Okay, that's enough shots," Presley said.

And then the moment was gone. Draconicon gasped, shaking his head as he gently nudged the rat away from his groin. She tried to lean toward it, but not in the hungry way that Kenzie did. She just gravitated toward it, giggling rather than voracious. A few flaps of his wings, and the scent dissipated enough for her to blink, some of the haze going out of her eyes.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

Presley was right there, the lion pulling the rat to her feet and guiding her away from the set. Draconicon appreciated how fast and yet gentle the lion was, whispering something to the woman as he pulled her away from the source of all the pheromones. The dragon pulled his legs together, shaking his head as his balls complained. Not too much, not enough to be true blue balls, but enough for him to know that it was going to ache a little bit when this was all said and done.

He was more conflicted than he expected to be with the scene coming to an end like that. He'd thought that it would be a relief to have that done, but he almost wished that they'd continued. With her clearly affected by his pheromones, Trina had become...interesting. Not exactly attractive - he had completely accepted the fact that would never happen - but interesting, and interesting could become a different sort of mental attraction all its own, and that was something that he could work with.

Resting his head on one hand, he idly stroked his cock as he imagined what might have happened if Presley hadn't been there to stop it. What would he have done? What kind of things would he have pushed Trina to do?

[i]Eat my ass, maybe...[/i]

The idea of the rat woman slowly devolving into something sluttier and more scent-obsessed was a surprisingly hot fantasy. Not so much the idea of stripping out her intelligence - that still sent the bad kind of shiver down his spine - but the possibility of pushing her to be a musk-slut, to be addicted to body-smell and make her want to get in deep, sniffing, tasting, licking away at his asshole, something that was so low for women to do, so taboo for some -

He had to take his hand from his cock as the fantasy got a little too strong. His cheeks burned a little hotter as he realized that he was getting into this more than he thought he was, and he put his hands on his thighs, keeping them there as the lion returned.

"How is she?" Draconicon asked.

"Heh, she's fine. Don't worry about it."

"I can't help it. I mean, we don't know -"

"She's fine. A little hazy, sure, but fine."

"Does she...remember?"

"Course she does."

"All of it?"

"Well...probably," Presley said, shaking his head. "Remembers doing a shoot and enjoying the fuck out of it. Good enough, right?"

"Kinda feel like that's pushing our luck just a bit. I mean, what if she sees it later and wonders why she doesn't remember it?"

"We'll figure that out later; not like she hasn't played a bimbo before with those tits."

"Yeah, but that's probably the first time that she really felt like one," Draconicon muttered.

"What's the matter with you? You going to be this complicated every single time?"

"...I'm not trying to be."

"Ugh."

As the lion rolled his eyes, Draconicon glanced off-set, looking at the faint silhouettes of Trina and Rob talking to each other. Whether they were comparing notes or just chatting about work, he had little doubt that the pheromone stuff would start making the rounds eventually. It wasn't so bad when it was encouraging someone to get more in role, like Trina getting more bimbo-brained, but if he was guessing right and Rob was going to be pushed into something a little more 'flexible' than he currently was, that was just begging for a lawsuit.

Even if it was kinda...hot...to have that power.

"Look. Drac. I'm doing my fucking best here, but you gotta meet me halfway," Presley said. "Yeah, I get it, you ain't gay, you're ace. But this isn't a fucking relationship, this is a job. I ain't asking you to be attracted to your co-stars, I'm asking you to be sexy with them."

"That's [i]hard[/i] when you -"

"And it ain't an easy job when you are, you ain't that interested in all the other shit, I get it. I went through the seminar that Orinda put together for everyone else. I fucking get it." Presley sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "But I can't keep tiptoeing around with you. Either you wanna be here and get this paycheck, or you don't. And if you don't, then I wanna hear that sooner than later so I don't keep putting energy somewhere that ain't gonna pay off."

"...That's blunt."

"That's life."

"I - fair."

"So, what's it gonna be?"

If only it were so easy as Presley seemed to think it was. Feeling like you were broken for most of your life because you didn't feel the same things as everyone else was a shitty place to start, and it was a good way to build up a low-level of anxiety and a long history of second-guessing [i]everything.[/i] After all, if you got such a simple, fundamental thing wrong, what was the likelihood that you'd get everything else wrong, too?

And at least now he had something that'd make things easier. His pheromones [i]clearly[/i] worked on some level, and if the shoot lasted longer - or if he was able to sit with someone long enough for the pheromones to take effect before the shoot started - there'd probably be even greater control over his co-stars.

Maybe.

But on the other hand, legalities -

"I need an answer, Drac."

"And I need to know that you're not going to fuck anyone up too bad," he muttered.

"What was that?"

"I said...I said I need to know you're not going to fuck people up too bad," the dragon repeated, lifting his head and looking the lion dead in the eye. "You're talking about pushing them, and pushing them [i]hard[/i] with this. I mean, I'm...I'm enjoying this -"

"Finally, a fetish that fucking works."

"Shut up."

"Did you just -"

"I said, [i]shut up.[/i]"

In the back of his brain, something lit up. Fear, worry, wondering if he was fucking himself over, wondering where this had come from, but he was in the grip of it now. He stood up as the lion stared in clear shock and growing anger, but the dragon had just as much piss and vinegar in his veins now.

"Maybe you've been in this business too long to care, but one thing I still care about - no matter my own fucking fantasies - is making sure that it still works out in the end. That it's [i]fair.[/i] That's rule 1 of writing any story: that everything feels [i]fair[/i] at the end. Not good, not bad, not happy, not sad, but fair. And it is not fair that everyone else gets dragged through this without a warning.

"Yeah, I get it. You want to experiment, you want to know how this works, you want to play with your new toy. Anyone would. [i]I[/i] want to play with this, even if I'm scared it's going to break something or stop working for me at any second. But I don't want to fuck people up [i]permanently.[/i]"

Well, a part of him did, but that didn't matter. Not really. He wasn't going to go [i]that[/i] far.

"Are you saying you aren't going to do this, then?" Presley asked.

"I'm saying that I'm not going to push people until we figure out how this works. You let Hari finish in medical, figure out the extent this works and how it fucks with peoples' heads, and then we'll talk it out."

"You -"

"And don't forget. I have [i]veto[/i] on hypno stuff."

"You - what?!"

"You signed the contract; Orinda showed me it was in there."

"That - she - I - FUCK!"

Presley threw up his hands, turning on his heel.

"Fine. You go - go to the break-room or something for now, get a robe - fucking Orinda, fucking - UGH! Rob, you're fucking shooting with me now. Get your horse-bitch-ass in here!"

Draconicon didn't move until Presley had left the studio, and even then, it was more of a flop than a step. He sagged against the couch, shivering as the reality of what he'd just done caught up with him. He could have been fired right then and there, but he hadn't. Instead, Presley had listened. Unwillingly, but he had.

There might be a thing for him here after all.

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

Summary: Draconicon has his first photoshoot and pheromone experiment with Erotica Impossible, and he stands up to Presley as the lion pushes things further and faster.

Tags: M/solo, M/F, Bimbo Play, Rat, Dragon, Draconicon, Porn Studio, Ace On Tape, Pheromones, Musk, Mind Alteration, Mind Control, Oral, Ball Play, Ball Worship, Nudity, Mental Stuff, Introspection, Series, Lion, Horse, Sexuality, Asexual,