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The Prison Porn Star For Sibyl By Draconicon

The curvy feline sat on the edge of her bed. Not even her bed, but a bed. She looked down at herself, shaking her head as she was reminded of her new life.

Sibyl wasn't even sure why she was in prison. Despite doing nothing wrong, she'd been packed up on a bus with all sorts of other mean, even evil people. They had scared her for the entire trip to the prison, and ever since she arrived, it hadn't gotten any better. No matter how much she protested that she didn't belong, they refused to listen, just handing her an orange jumpsuit and forcing her into the rest of the prison.

It was only after she had threatened to call her lawyers on the prison that they had finally let her see the warden, but even that hadn't helped. The Warden - a big wolf that had nearly frightened away her voice - had told her in no uncertain terms that she had been sent here for a reason, and that she couldn't leave without serving her sentence. Every time she'd opened her mouth, he'd flashed those scary, sharp teeth at her and reminded her of her place in prison. Even the threat of her lawyer again hadn't frightened him, as he just brought in his own lawyer to counter it.

Nearly breaking down in front of the otter and wolf, she pleaded for any way to get out of the prison, any way that would let her feel safe and good again.

She would never forget the way that they looked at each other when she said that. They looked as if they'd been waiting for her to say just that, or at least something like it. And she'd gone along with it, signing all sorts of papers they pushed her way, barely seeing anything on it besides where she needed to sign. They'd told her that she would be raising money for the prison, and when she had done enough, she could go.

That had been yesterday. Today, her jumpsuit was gone, replaced by half of one that barely reached her waist, and a shirt that felt like it was stretched to the breaking point around her breasts and left her stomach exposed. It was almost - she could barely believe it - a fetish outfit of a prisoner. She hugged herself at the thought; she was a good girl. She didn't do anything like this.

The only positive was that she had been kept in isolation in this room since her meeting. It was barely bigger than her cell, but she didn't have to share it with anyone. She occasionally saw the lights on the cameras around her turn on, but there was nobody around, and Sibyl tried not to think of what was on the other end. As long as she didn't think about it, she was okay.

"C-come on...What do I have to...d-do..."

The answer came as the door slammed open. Sibyl leaped to her feet, her arms covering her chest as someone stepped through the dark doorway. She backed up as far as she could, almost knocking a camera off of the wall before catching her balance.

"W-who are you?"

"Heh, didn't tell you anything, did they?"

The silhouette stepped into the light. Rather than a guard or another scary guy, it was a woman. Admittedly, a big, tough, scary-looking woman, but that was a bit better. Sibyl blushed as she saw that the phoenix lady was even more uncovered from the waist up than she was, with no top and all of her jumpsuit gathered at the waist. The little jiggle that happened whenever she moved was almost hypnotizing.

The phoenix stuck her thumb out to her side, giving one camera a thumbs up.

"Great work, guys. No seriously, I appreciate it. Telling the whole story AND shooting a porn scene? Yeah, great. Thanks."

"PORN?!"

Sibyl stared aghast at the phoenix, then at the cameras. She blushed, trying to cover herself up. She grabbed for one of the blankets on the bed, but the phoenix grabbed it at the same time, turning it into a tug-of-war.

"I don't want to shoot porn! I don't even watch it!"

"Girl, if you cared about what you wanted, you wouldn't even be in this place."

"They didn't tell me about porn! They just said I'd raise money."

"Really?"

They spun, Sibyl desperately tugging on her end of the blanket and trying to hide behind it, while the phoenix pulled herself along it, leaving half of it in slack behind her.

"How'd you think you were gonna do that? A bake sale or something?"

"...I was thinking cookies..."

She went flying backwards as the phoenix suddenly let go. The feline tumbled backwards, her plush rump colliding with a camera stand and knocking it over. The whole thing tumbled down over her, and she threw her hands over her head with a yelp.

When it didn't collide with her, she opened her eyes again. The camera stand had been caught, and as she looked down, she saw that the blanket had been used like a whip. The phoenix had hold of the other end, and she was shaking her head.

"Cookies. God damn, you're just like that lawyer. Except even more innocent than he used to be."

"What...what are you talking about?"

"Doesn't matter." The phoenix whipped the blanket back, pulling the camera stand back upright. "Looks like I got my work cut out for me."

Sibyl slowly pulled herself to her feet, trying to both cover her chest and stay out of sight of as many cameras as possible. It wasn't easy; in fact, it was impossible. As soon as she moved out of sight of one, she stepped into view of another.

The phoenix, on the other hand, almost seemed to have forgotten her. Maybe she should take a run for it. Waiting for the bird to look the other way, the feline darted for the open door.

"Not so fast!"

The blanket whip snagged her around her ankle, and Sibyl yelped as she went flying for the floor. She landed hard, facedown, and it was only her rather hefty chest that kept her from banging her face against the floor.

She whimpered, holding her hands over her face in embarrassment. It only got worse as the phoenix sat on her back, pinning her to the ground as she wound up the blanket.

"Now as long as you're going to act like a couch, pay attention. Whatever you did -"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Are you going to stop talking, or do I need to shove some socks down your throat?"

"...Shutting up."

"Good."

Sibyl blushed as her arms were suddenly yanked back, held towards the small of her back. She swore that the blanket was being wrapped around them, but for what.

"Whatever you did doesn't matter. You made a deal with the boss men, and they're gonna hold you to it. If there's one thing you do not do, it's make a bet or a deal with them. Anyone else might be persuaded to let you go. Them? Oh ho, hell no.

"So you're going to make porn. You're going to do what you're told, like a good little girl, and you'll have some fun. Make me do all the work, and I'm going to make you work even harder off camera to make up for it." The phoenix laughed. "I'm a star, but I'm not going to carry a whole performance."

"But...I've never..."

"Never done it with a girl? Not that hard, babe." Sibyl jumped as the phoenix's hand slapped her rump. "Besides, you're not a bad looker. If it wasn't me, it would have been someone else."

"I mean -"

"Hold on. Almost done with these knots."

Sibyl tried to speak, but it was impossible. The phoenix was so busy tying her up that there was no chance to get a word in edgewise. Her arms were pulled behind her back, and her legs were tugged up afterwards, leaving her hog tied with a blanket. The end of it was thrown over one of the rafters in the room, and the feline whimpered and cried as she was pulled up off of the bed.

"This isn't how blankets are supposed to work!"

"Honey, blankets are the swiss army knives of prison. You use them for EVERYTHING."

"But-but I have to tell you something."

"I'm your fuck partner, not your BFF. Find someone else for secret sharing."

"But it's important!"

"What, you have AIDS or something?"

"No!"

"Then it's not important."

Sibyl tossed her head in mixed frustration and fear, but she couldn't say anything else as the phoenix shoved her jumpsuit down. Between her feathery thighs was a surprisingly eager sex, and as soon as it was out in the open, the cameras flicked on. The phoenix groaned.

"Man, the guys are slow. We might have started without them."

Despite the phoenix's frustrations, there was no hesitation in her action. No sooner had she spotted the cameras than she grabbed the blanket holding Sibyl up, and the feline was dragged forward to a place she'd never seen up close. Her nose was almost shoved inside of it, and her face was drenched. Coughing, she shook her head, trying to pull away.

She didn't get much relief. She'd barely turned her face before the phoenix lifted her leg and trapped the feline between her thighs. Sibyl was forced to look up at her 'partner', and saw both that drenched slit and an annoyed expression.

"Look, either you get started eating me out, or I'm going to have to get rough. You don't want that. Trust me."

She didn't have a choice. Leaning forward, Sibyl pushed her tongue into the bird's pussy. It was wet, and just a bit bitter, but it otherwise didn't taste too bad. She dragged her tongue back and forth, hoping to get this over with quickly.

She yelped as a feathered hand groped her thigh, turning her for the camera.

"Heh, looks like you're getting more into this. I feel that, you little slut; you like it."

The fingers pressing against her crotch made her feel how damp she'd become. Sibyl whimpered, squirming, but it only got worse the more the phoenix rubbed her. Her hips started to move on their own, encouraged by the touch of the first person to rub her down there besides herself.

"Heh, that's it...almost there, aren't you? Go on...let it out...let it out, you slut!"

Sibyl didn't want to. She was a good girl. She didn't look at or do anything with porn. She didn't do anything with other girls. She didn't go to jail.

Except now she had done all these things. And they felt good.

She screamed into the phoenix's pussy as the bird's fingers pushed through her costume, ripping in and touching her. She squirted, cumming hard and soaking them as well as shooting a shot of her pussy juice - and something more - to the floor below.

That something more took the bird a second to notice, but when she did, Sibyl finally had her face pulled back. She coughed as the phoenix turned her around.

"My, my...what's this?"

Sibyl gasped as the bird's fingers clamped around her clit. Or...more accurately...

"It's...it's a tenta-clit..."

"Hehehe, I see...well, we just found one more way to play."

"One mor- AAAAH!"

She clenched her eyes tight as the bird forced her tenta-clit inside of her feathery slit, riding it. The feline kept screaming as her oversensitive clit was ridden like a cock, shaking back and forth, frantic to get away and unable to do more than squirm for the camera.

They probably liked it.

The End