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Lauren Christopherson tried not to tremble as she stood on the cold, wooden floor in the large studio. The camera shutter clicked again and again. She tried not to pay attention to it, as she was instructed, but the young bunny was just so nervous. It was hard not to! It wasn't the pictures that made her so nervous, nor the third woman holding a rather expensive looking video camera and filming every second of it, livestreaming the event. It wasn't the big mansion in the wealthier part of Ferretville, the first time she'd ever seen a house like this. It wasn't even the fact that she was posing in a bikini in front of a green screen for total strangers that bothered her. If anything, it was the anticipation.

She glanced over to her host, a young and very pregnant mare Voeldahn named Phoebe "Sinnamon" Morgan. The red mare immediately noticed Lauren's unease and paused. She set her camera aside and turned to her camerawoman, a brown and pink snake with a Haitian accent whom she called "Fabienne."

"I could use a drink. What about you, Fabs?"
"You think it wise to drink?" Fabienne glanced at her boss' swollen belly.
"I didn't say it'd be alcoholic. Hehe. Silly... You look like you could use something strong, though." Sinnamon turned to Lauren, catching the slender bunny off-guard.
"Erm... Sure."

To her surprise and delight, Fabienne set the camera down and sat beside her as Sinnamon made them all drinks. She returned with a Shirley Temple, a shot of something that smelled like gasoline for Fabienne, and two mimosas for Lauren. She polished the first one off rather quickly, then sipped the second. The warmth of the alcohol flowed throughout her body and the shiver began to subside. The lithe bunny wasn't a big drinker these days.

"First time?"
"Huh?"
"Doing this." Sinnamon motioned with her head toward the camera.
"Oh... Yeah. Just a little nervous, I guess..." Lauren murmured.

It wasn't a lie, per se; she's done this before but only with guys she knew. Lauren is a complete amateur. She's never been paid before, either. Still, it was easier to misdirect her than to tell her the truth. When she was ready, her second glass now half empty, the little bunny stood up and made her way back toward the green screen. She could see the beautiful beach background that the computer was painting behind her. There was even water and cute little fishies swimming around her knees! How'd they get it to look like she was standing in the water? A part of her wished she was really there, and not in the strange mansion in Ferretville, Michigan. However, if she were there, she wouldn't get to relive her past...

You see, Lauren wasn't nervous because she was about to film adult content for the pregnant mare or her Haitian cohort, content that would appear on a very adult website called OnlyFurs. She was nervous because the man who was going to be her partner, her lover, was a man she knew a long time ago. Ian... When Lauren was all of thirteen and highly impressionable, she met the then sixteen-year-old boy. He was quiet and shy, but a human who seemed eager to get to know her. Humans aren't exactly common, and having one as a boyfriend really improved her status, especially since he had a car and a probationary driver's license. Oh, the fun they'd have skipping school together, to wander the mall before retreating to his parents house for more extra curricular activities.

She had so much fun with Ian, and at such a young age. Everything she learned in the bedroom she learned from him. However, she was a very impressionable girl, and Ian didn't get there first. Oh, he was her first lover and he took her virginity, but her mind was already being swayed by the worst kinds of friends by the time he showed up. She fell into drug use and cheated on him twice; they broke up in the worst possible way, and his revenge sent her to a youth asylum for some time. She was beyond angry to be there, but in the end being away from all her friends helped her get her life in order. The only thing that bothered her were her thoughts, the memories of him. He was a good guy and a wonderful lover. He was the best she'd ever had.

She missed him and often regretted how things turned out, but she knew after the way things ended that she was never going to have him back. By chance, she reconnected with an old friend from the bad times, and this friend hadn't fixed up her life at all. She was still as wild and strung out as ever, and it was this "friend" who told Lauren about Ian's surprising new career. Lauren could have him again, at least once, though it would only be in bed and thousands of people would be watching them. It took her a month to work herself up to it. She couldn't believe that she was even considering it. This wasn't what the new Lauren was all about!

But it didn't matter... She needed to see him just once, to touch him and feel him like she did when they were teenagers. The thought of it, of being with the man who made such an impression on a self-conscious young girl, it was making her tremble all over again. She was quick to polish down that second mimosa, all while striking poses and smiling for the camera. She really sold the "I'm having fun at the beach" look!

"That's a good girl... These are great shots!"
"Thanks!"
"So... Ya' feelin' better now? 'Cause ya' sure look like it." Sinnamon smirked.
"Yeah, I'm okay." Lauren nodded, that little smile now permanently painted on her short bunny snout.
"Good. Now, if you're up for it, wanna meet yer new partner?" The red mare winked. She had no idea what was about to unfold between Lauren and her old boyfriend. "I think you'll like him!"
"Oh, I'm sure I will." Lauren fought back a smirk, her body warmed by the alcohol. "Okay... I'm ready."

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