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The idea came to me during Mardi Gras of all times. It was a unique business venture I prayed my family would never discover, but nevertheless, I loved doing.

See, I hadn't always been a porn star. I hadn't even always been seen as non-binary, at least, not until the day I graduated from high school. Born and raised in a hick town in the center of a rural parish near the Mississippi River, I had the luck of being the runt of seven older brothers and sisters. The rest of the family were content to working the farm. I wasn't, but that didn't mean Mom and Pop weren't supportive of my independence. They had my siblings and their families to rely on. All that Pop asked was that I remembered to call, and Mom asked that I made sure to never tell Pop about my 'crossdressing fixation'.

Not to mention my current job, lest my folks die of embarrassment.

I remembered the affair like it was yesterday; it'd been a comfortably cool day in February, with Mardi Gras celebrations starting to catch up to the excitable residents and loud Yankee tourists flying in for a fortnight. While the latter floundered around New Carnaval as carefree as a school cub on Saturday, the former like me were more focused on finishing preparations. Not all of us had the luxury to spend the day touring historical sites, gawk at the vintage shops downtown, or down a sip of Bloody Mary during the day.

Despite my non-binary identity being an open secret (Pop and Mom didn't ask why I'd changed my name from Evan to Evangeline) back home, I never felt freer than the day I moved to the big city. I had nothing to hide. Not in my tiny apartment, not in the streets, not at the stores or even the restaurant where I worked. Well, until the day the assistant manager ordered me to serve alcohol to an underaged teenager. The busy rush hour and Mardi Gras looming over our shoulders caused him to make the poor judgement call, then place all the blame on me when a county clerk slapped the restaurant with a hefty fine.

Yeah. Blame the non-binary Cajun bunny who'd only followed instructions.

Walking out the restaurant that day with more time on my paws, I decided to drink the tears away by joining the celebrations at a nearby bar. Maybe it included the sip of daquiri or me wanting to push away the frustration of getting fired, but I went a bit bold. One flirtatious comment led to another, and I invited a handsome wolf Yankee to my place for some fun. The wolf could be best described as a muscular beach bully (his tight shirt alone left little to imagine) possessing the mixed personality of a fraternity pledge and the confident, blasé fur who stumbled into an afterschool Pride meeting.

His name was Jonathan, worked out on a regular basis, and only asked if he were allowed to take pictures of him, in his own lustful words, 'fucking the beautiful daylights' out of my eyes.

"Hehehe, w...why do that, handsome?" I asked after we'd already gotten naked. Being a little tipsy but still able to consent, I also tried sounding sexy and cool to the canine by asking, "You wanna have something to remember me by?"

"Not just that," He explained after fumbling through some apps on his phone. "I'm on OnlyFollowers, and I think some of my fans would love to see me deflowering such a cute tush like yours."

I smiled, then shrugged. "Why not?"

Life in New Carnaval had its ups and downs. Unfortunately, while there was never a shortage of job openings in the tourism economy, losing my job at the seafood restaurant made me want a new change of pace. I wanted to feel as fulfilled--literally and figuratively--as I did whenever a handsome hunk or sexy twink shared a bed with me, making out, enjoying each other's voluptuous curves, silky fur, attentive licks, and needful gropes that grew into beautiful thrusts from manly lengths. Not to say I was a whore or a prostitute, but I also enjoyed letting a lover or friends-with-benefits take pictures. They always wanted to brag to their gay and lesbian friends how handsome and sexy I happened to be. In fact, one of my FWBs, an awkward but kind, and shy skunk named Liam, proudly kept a collection of shared pictures on his phone.

So, I got a little curious. The afterglow provided some clarity. After climaxing and loudly informing my neighbors I got lucky that night from the amount of moaning and whimpering gasps I produced midway, Jonathan showed off his OnlyFollowers account to me. It turned out, he went by J-Dawg69 on the platform, easily making an average of about $3,500 a month. He started off years back with just one $1.99/month subscription from a loyal fan, and after starring in a few amateurish porn videos, releasing some pics of his ass, sculpted abs and endearing smile that made even my knees buckle, the number slowly skyrocketed into the hundreds. He easily got five or six subscriptions for each new video a month.

To top it all off, Jonathan/J-Dawg69 turned out to be a gentleman too. He immediately offered to blur out my face from the video when I mentioned my siblings used the Internet.

"Real shame, really." He mused while I cuddled close to his bare chest, watching him edit the video using an obscure filmography app on his phone's screen. "You got some cute eyes there. One eye's red and the other's a darker red, um...Fuck, I can't remember what it's called...uh, damn, it's something involving 'hetero'..."

"Heterochromia." I snickered. "You're thinking of 'heterochromia', darling."

"Yeah, heterochromia!" He laughed, shaking his black-speckled muzzle, and smiling. "I swear, looking at this footage, you ought to get your own OnlyFollowers. You'd kill it on there, dude."

"You think so?" I cocked my head at him. "And by the way, I'm non-binary."

"Oh? Oh, I'm so sorry!" He laughed in slight embarrassment. "I'm so sorry. I just assumed so since you said your name was Evan, and thought the long hair was just...ugh, sorry."

"'Evan' is short for 'Evangeline', actually." I reintroduced myself with an amused smile. "And that's no problem, Jonathan. You're not the first handsome dude to misgender me, and frankly, you're not gonna be the last. Now then..." My fingers traced along the dried droplets of cum on his stomach, "if you're up for another round later, would you mind telling me more about this app? I'm...starting to get curious."

The wolf's tail wagged between his legs.

"Sure thing, Evan."

Two days later, I posted my first video to my first account. The rest is history.