They stood in the antechamber to the convention, hundreds of people bustling about waiting for a turn to get past the closed doors that barred them from the alleys of artists and gifts. The clamouring noise of the mass made it nearly impossible for conversation. People attempted to communicate either through motions or screaming, but with everybody shouting at the top of their lungs to talk to the person beside him or her, the result was a cacophony that had even those with headphones on muttering about the noise. Somewhere in that throng, a fight broke out, the roar of voices intensifying before being joined by the wailing of a siren.


Zev looked at his business partner, the two holding up a pair of signs at about hip level. He knew his own sign simply had the number 12 on it, while the one of the other vulpine read “Colour Collab Commissions”. The alliteration was a bit difficult to get off the tongue, though it made the phrase much easier to memorize. Both of the signs were made of cheap cardboard, the writing on them done in a black sharpie that had smelled so strong Zev had become dizzy when they used it.


“Are you sure this is going to work, Greg?” he asked the lithe fox to his right. Behind them, an open air plaza with nervously preparing salesman awaited the torrents of body and flesh that would shortly overwhelm the scene. Zev’s tail flicked nervously, looking for something that it could find purchase on so he wouldn’t feel so antsy. His fingers drummed on the surface of his sign.


“Trust me,” the red fox stated, staring up into Zev’s face with a broad grin. “Have I ever steered you wrong?”


“Well, no, that’s true.” The taller cross fox remained silent for a few moments, his nervous habits continuing unabated. A light wind rustled through the plaza, the vulpines’ fur rustling in the breeze. Zev turned to Greg once more. “Why did you make me bigger?” he asked.


Greg’s smile showed off his teeth. “You’re the poster boy of the operation. You’ll get a lot more attention for us if you stand out in the crowd. And how can a buff, tall fox not stand out in the crowd? Why, you’ll be watched by everybody who walks in, and they’ll come over and want to know exactly what we’re all about.”


The more muscular fox nodded. “Makes sense to me, I guess.” He idly bunched up his pecs, enjoying the size that often came with hanging around Greg. Every muscle pumped and primed, ready to be used and felt. for both his own enjoyment and others. In this case, it sounded like it would be solely for the enjoyment of the patrons about to enter the convention.


Wood creaked as fists banged on the doors, the sound echoing in the busy courtyard were the artists were nearly completed with the set up. Somebody shouted: “Ten minutes to opening!” Another voice responded “That’s not nearly enough time!”. The hustle and bustle picked up, the din of shouts now created on both sides of the barricade that kept the two oceans of sound separate. Zev flattened his ears. He really hated the noise.


He kept holding up his sign at crotch level. It seemed like the appropriate thing to do, considering the situation Greg had created for them. Which reminded Zev that he needed to bring up another little issue. “Greg, why are we naked?”


The red fox flashed a winning smile. “It’s the best way to get noticed here.”


There was no arguing with that kind of logic. A good portion of the people trying to get to the artists tables were looking for adult pictures. With two naked foxes standing at the entrance, the crowd would get to see their desires in real life before having to pay for it to be drawn on paper and notepads. Zev tapped at his own sign. It just barely managed to cover up his groin.


“Oh, ok.” he replied. His ears wiggled along with his tail, the whole of his body ready to flee at a moment’s notice. “Can we maybe switch boards then?”


“No.” Greg answered with his head turned away.


This did not seem fair to Zev, as he was the bigger of the two. it made sense to him that he should have the larger board, as there was simply more of him to cover. Greg would no doubt be just fine with the smaller sign, whereas Zev worried he might accidentally end up showing more than was intended. His butt was exposed no matter what he did, and he’d decided that wasn’t so terrible. Cartoons and TV shows depicted exposed rumps all the time, so the crowd would not be impressed by that body part showing.


“Three minutes to opening!” One of the female artists shrieked. The others all told her to calm down and keep her voice down, but she wouldn’t have any of it. Security rushed in to soothe her down, and with barely a minute until the doors parted, she was once more relaxed, if on a tenuous string and held in check only with the threat of having to draw her least favorite fetish. Zev could not understand how artists worked, their minds just functioned completely differently from his own.


“Are you sure this is going to work, Greg?” Zev repeated.


“Trust me, Zev.”


“I know, it’s just, well... are you sure this is appropriate? Won’t seem people be offended by this whole display?”


Greg paused, as if considering this angle for the first time. He nodded, with barely twenty seconds left to go. “You’re right, I should have made you bigger, people would want to see that more. Too late for that now.”


Zev’s mouth hung open. “That’s not what I meant at all and you know it! Greg, do something!” But it was already too late. The gates of the hell were opened, and the unstoppable collective of rabid art fans were pouring into the convention, their money ready to be spent on art and trinkets. Hopefully, Zev thought, they might at least get a few people paying them the twelve dollars for the “Colour Collab Commissions”. If nothing else, they would think they needed new clothes.

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Yes, Zev and I are teaming up to provide you with commissions! I shall draw,  Nuclear_Fusion shall colour and provide a 1000 word story to go with it. They shall cost $12 which shall be paid to Zev, his Paypal on his page, just note me your ideas then I shall reply as soon as I can, letting you know I've accepted it.

Just to be clear, these are NOT COMICS. I shall only be doing single pics, much like the one above. I'm best with muscles/macro and males but will do females if you want, just not adult females.