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She almost couldn't believe it, but after that surprise visit by her boss, Phoebe "Sinnamon" Morgan, Dana's boisterous exaggerations had to be backed up with real, hard action. Though she's only slept with one guy a handful of times, Sinnamon, also known as the 'Queen of OnlyFurs', had overheard everything and put the nineteen-year-old sales associate on the spot, offering her an opportunity to appear on her adult streaming platform and getting her tail in the door of the adult content world. How could she refuse?!

However, Dana couldn't hide her anxiety, blushing constantly as she walked past other well-known adult film actresses and acting rather nervous as she was led through the sprawling mansion. Even the accountant and legal adviser that Sinnamon introduced her too, "Lola," was a bombshell! She signed the papers without even reading them, to the surprise of Lola and Sinnamon. Before reaching the studios on the second floor, Dana was shown to a sauna, complete with an attached room with a bench and built-in lockers for clothes.

She promptly changed into a one-piece swimsuit left inside one of the lockers before meeting Sinnamon outside and following her.

"Well, ya' sure took yer sweet time in there. Gettin' excited? Hehe!" Sinnamon giggled and winked.

Had it been that long?! She was sure she had only been in there for about a minute. Dana merely muttered an incoherent string of syllables that could've been a word. She was simply too nervous to question her.

"Don't worry. Yer gonna be all wet soon enough."

Dana's face was burning by this point. She knew exactly what Sinnamon meant, and for as much as she wanted it, she was also scared. This was all new to her, and a part of her wondered if she could even do it at all. She only talked a big game because she wanted people to like her, to think she was interesting. Maybe if she did this, she'd have the attention and admiration of thousands?! That thought gave her the strength to carry on, and soon Dana found herself in a smaller room labeled 'Studio C'. It consisted primarily of a long, narrow room that could've been a large, walk-in closet for the neighboring Studio B, before being turned into something else.

Green screens hung on all three walls and even covering the floor and ceiling made the room look funny. An expensive camera on a tripod mount faced the wall of green, with large, circular lamps on tripods illuminating it until it was as bright as a glow stick at a rave. There, she met yet another woman, a beautiful snake Voeldahn who Sinnamon introduced as "Fabs" but who then introduced herself as Fabienne Auguste. She spoke with a thick accent, Haitian or Guyanese, and was the professional camera woman and sound mixer for Sinnamon.

"Stand there and strike some poses." Fabs instructed.
"L-like this?" Dana tried her best to remain composed.
"Yes... ... You can move a little more. Turn to show us some tail. Can you wiggle a little? ... Hehe! Don't be so nervous!"

As the snake gave her instructions, Dana operated like a malfunctioning wind-up toy, with awkward, jerky movements. It was as plain as the snouts on their faces that both Fabs and Sinnamon knew Dana was not anywhere near as experienced as she'd said she was. When the red mare playfully teased her about her "resume" Dana was quick to reply that she was never in front of a camera or about to be witnessed by thousands of loyal fans. Sinnamon's little smirk revealed her thoughts, thought she gave her a simple "okay" and allowed them to carry on. As she continued to awkwardly pose, Dana's mind raced. She couldn't remember anymore; had she said she had filmed her 'exploits' before?!

Indeed, Mark Twain was right. If you always tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything. After one final pose, standing before the green scree with an arm shyly draped across her abdomen and supporting her ample chest, Dana was almost praying for it to be over. Her face burned constantly from all the blushing, and she wasn't sure if she could do whatever they might request next. As if sensing the young dog's increasingly cold paws, Sinnamon promptly ended the display.

"Alright. I think we got enough here. Are ya' ready to have some real fun? Ian's all ready for ya', right in the next room over there." She said, with a little gesture toward the wall and Studio B on the other side.
"Y-yeah..."

Dana nodded and took a deep breath, slowly exhaling through her mouth to calm her frazzled nerves. She knew that if she didn't get right to it she might chicken out, and that simply wouldn't do. At this point, this was as much for her as it was for Sinnamon and her many fans; Dana wanted this experience, even if her gut was decidedly against it. If she didn't do this then even she couldn't believe her own lies anymore.

"Yeah, let's do it!" She sounded almost excited.
"Good girl..." Sinnamon flashed a devious grin.

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This YCH was drawn by  Butterfliess more than a year ago, before their account blew up a bit.