No CGI (male) 11
Story by Tagenar on SoFurry
Your little porn movie is unmarketable, but it exists, and that's all that matters.
No CGI (male) 11
by tagenar (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tagenar | https://tagenar.sofurry.com/)
{And now, the reaction}
Applause. Hollering. Laughing. Gasps of what the hell was that—I don't know but that was great.
R has pulled you into a headlock between his bicep and bulging pectoral. It is the first time he has seen the final cut.
“Well, you did it, Co[mm]a. You [m]ade your very own Holy [M]ountain!"
You pretend to struggle in his grip. “And your lines didn't get cut!"
You nuzzle him. He returns the gesture.
All around you, you can hear people talking about not only what that means from a story perspective, but how well could it sell. Who wants to watch a porn movie like _that?
You hear X's voice above the chatter, announcing he expects it to be their worst-selling tape, but he didn't care. Comma had presented him with a challenge, and he wanted to make it happen—it needed to exist.
R releases you, and now you mingle. Much rubbing muzzles and flanks with other dinosaurs, congratulating you on your personal project becoming real.
It is real.
You made that happen.
You drink some olive oil that has been passed to you. One by one you hug the eight human actors who appeared in the film. They had to endure quite a lot, waiting in line as long as they had, keeping their order consistent between takes.
Nearly an hour after the lights came on, you hear a knock at the door. The apartment unit becomes graveyard silent.
One of the dinosaurs opens the door. A man is standing at the doorstep. You notice the holstered sidearm, but he is not wearing a policeman's uniform.
“Good evening. I must inform ___ that he has been here for two days." He finds you in the crowd. “You have twenty minutes to vacate the premises or your car will be towed and you will be escorted out of the district."
You feel like a deflated balloon. R's muzzle slides next to your ear.
“That's our residence ins[p]ector, [M]ister [M]cKinley." He growls. “Sorry a[b]out that, [m]ister ins[p]ector. [M]y co[mm]a [m]ust have forgotten a[b]out the [m]axi[mum] stay. He'll leave right away. Will you [b]e at the s[p]arring, too?"
“I wasn't addressing you." Inspector McKinley says. He meets your eyes. “Sir, kindly leave. This is your warning. You may visit this district, but you are not permitted to stay longer than a few hours." He directed his attention to the people inside. “This gathering is in violation of law. Please disperse immediately. The district is monitored, and we will be watching more closely. Your time is up. Please vacate."
The humans in the unit begin sliding between the dinosaurs toward the front door.
You pat R on the bicep. “I'll be at the sparring. Tell X I'll help." You kiss him on the cheek. “And you looked great on camera."
He nibbles your neck. “So did you. Good acting, [b]y the way. Nice reaction to [m]e dragging you away. Really looked like you were in danger. See you soon. And kee[p] rewriting our [p]orn for us."
You slide past the other dinosaurs, patting flanks on the way out. The inspector does not move out of anyone's way as they pass. You give him one glance, and then walk down the street to your car, smiling.
{Your little porn movie is unmarketable, but it exists, and that's all that matters.}
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4539730.James\_L\_Steele