Draconicon's Porn Center: Soles Showing

Story by draconicon on SoFurry

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Heh, I thought I'd make this silly little story as a little return to the occasionally-seen porn studio that Draconicon runs in an alternate universe. I always like the idea that any commission with my characters is more like a porn movie that they're coming together to do, and when the story's done, they go back to their regular lives. Means that I can have them doing all sorts of kinky stuff without worrying about canon.

In this case, Drac's putting his feet out there for a webcam show, and finding out that there's someone in the chat that doesn't have a foot fetish. Well, we can't have that.

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Draconicon's Porn Center: Soles Showing by Draconicon

Working in the porn business was not always the easiest thing in the world, but it was definitely one of the more interesting jobs one could take. When you combined the general fun of exhibitionism with the resources that you could get from a few sponsors...well, the job got that much more interesting.

Due to an early deal with a businessman and a fashion model - both of which were interested in funding something more 'exotic' either out of boredom or hidden perversion - Draconicon had a studio of his own. Having grown it from a simple webcam business, it had become something that was a force to be reckoned with in the world of adult entertainment. Dragon Porn Studios (otherwise known as DPS in fan circles) had gone from a simple niche studio that served more specific fetishes into something that was a high-end, story-based parody studio that could stand on its own against the biggest names in the business.

Even with that growth, however, Draconicon still continued to do the work that had built the studio to its current prestige. After all, one couldn't pretend that they were better than what they'd come from.

The black dragon sat on a bed, a webcam in front of him, two at either side, and one at the foot of the bed looking up at him, almost like some sort of supplicant. He wore a bathrobe, silver-hued, and had it mostly open, nearly showing off the base of his cock and the bottom of his balls. A little adjusting ensured that it was all still covered as he shifted around.

Gotta make sure that they don't see it all at once, after all, he thought. Hell, half the audience is gonna be getting off as soon as I show off my feet...

Chuckling despite himself, the dragon pushed at the little headset in his ear. He'd started basic mics in the laptops that streamed his shows, but now that the studio had money, hidden earpieces had turned out to be far superior. That, and it made it easier to keep the illusion up of doing a show for just one person if he wasn't reaching out to type on a keyboard or calling out to a crappy laptop microphone.

"Got everything you need, Drac?"

He nodded at the question, turning to the mouse in the doorway. His red-suited production manager arched an eyebrow.

"I'm serious. You need any lube or anything? I know you can improvise, but last time, you know how carried away you got."

"I know, I know. I'm not going to do that again. I got everything I need."

Gesturing at the pile of dildos just past the camera at the foot of the bed, and then at the four different bottles of lube on top of the bed - two of which were hidden behind the pillows - Draconicon couldn't help but chuckle. They went through this every time, and while he sometimes forgot something, it was only sometimes. Not every time.

"You need to relax."

"Can't help it. I'm still the production manager."

"Yes, and I'm the studio owner."

"Owner, and biggest whore," the mouse pointed out.

"Only when you take Jina out of it..."

"Don't call her that when the camera is rolling. She's just -"

"I know, I know. The Lady of Min."

He rolled his eyes. The whole thing was a bit ridiculous, when it came right down to it. Jina, one of the two sponsors of the studio, lived a life as a model for the most part. She was a veritable queen in the fashion industry, someone that was on every runway, who had sponsored a number of designers just to give her something interesting to wear. Something about being the heir to a great fortune from some hotel owner or something, as far as he had been able to gather.

She was also a giant pervert, someone who couldn't get off to the 'vanilla' things that happened at the various parties and gatherings that her managers put together. The chance to get gangbanged, to show off on camera, to be a good little slut for a number of men had appealed to her more than anything in her business had. Draconicon hadn't even had to do anything besides show off the cocks of the men that'd be dominating her before she was signing in the dotted line.

Hell, I swear she only put that privacy rule in so that she'd have something to worry about losing, he thought, remembering the number of times that the red panda had 'forgotten' to put her mask on properly. She wants people to know how much of a slut she is, on some level, and someday, people are going to figure it out.

But that was for another time. Another day, when she was the star of the show instead of him. For now, he needed to focus on his work.

"I'm good, Salla. You just make sure that the stream doesn't break down."

"That isn't going to happen," the mouse said. "I can promise you that much. We got the tech stabilized."

"I hope so. People that can't see what's going on aren't going to pay to see more, after all."

"You keep giving them the goods, and they'll keep paying."

"Heh, oh, I'll give them the goods, alright."

Draconicon smiled, looking down at his cock through his robe. That thing had brought in almost as many people as the foot fetish stuff did. There were tons of perverts out there that were all too willing to give in to the dragon, to put themselves on all fours in hopes of being chosen by their 'dragon overlord.' God, the number of casting calls that he'd had to turn down because of too much desperation...

Shaking his head, he waved the mouse out. The door closed, leaving him alone in the stage bedroom. Draconicon leaned back, pulling one foot off the floor, dragging his thumb across the underside.

Hmmm, could be a bit shinier, he thought, looking at the smooth scales. The fans love it when I can pretend that they're all sweaty and musky...

Grabbing the lube bottle under the pillow behind him, the black dragon clicked the cap open and poured a generous helping of the slippery stuff all over the bottom of his foot. He smeared it in, then pushed his soles together, grinding his feet back and forth, over and across each other until the slippery slime was rubbed in from toes to heel.

Even then, he kept it going. The feeling was rather nice, and he enjoyed the wet, messy feeling that came with having that mess all over his feet. The only things better were an attentive tongue along his foot or a good, slippery load spilled all over it.

Not that most of his clients realized that he would savor it for that reasons. Most of the customers wanted a hot, dominant dragon to fantasize over. Few people wanted to see a dragon act like a bitch, and those that did...well, they paid well enough for him to keep it private. Only a few members of the studio knew about that, and most of them were paid off to keep from blabbing to the general public. Same with the customers that got those private shows. They knew better than to talk if they wanted their supply of fun stuff to keep coming.

Draconicon pushed his feet together again, his toes threading between each other, turning wet and shiny as his scales were well-coated. He made sure that there were no streaks through the shine to give away what it was, then chuckled.

"Alright, I think we're ready."

"Alright. Starting the stream in three...two...one."

All four cameras sudden went red, recording him from four different angles. He made sure that he was facing the one in front of him, though, smirking at it. Almost immediately, the little screen under it started to light up with comments.

**HotAss24: Fuck yes. Good to see you again, sir.

FootL!cker: God, please, show off those fucking feet.

FootL!cker: I want to see those hot, sweaty feet again.

DDLover: I want to see that dick. Come on, why do you have to wear that robe?**

"Guys, guys." Draconicon smiled. "You'll see everything in due time...if you are willing to pay for it, of course."

That was the caveat, always, and he could hear the groaning already. A ton of grumbling came through, begging for the dragon to take off his robe, to start fucking one of the fleshlights so that they could pretend it was fucking them, to show off his feet for them to worship.

He knew what they were saying, knew it better than them to an extent. It was the same every time that he took to the camera, every time that he took a turn showing off on the camera part of the website. They never stopped, and they probably never would.

But this was a business, and he needed to run it like one.

"First goalpost is $50. You get there, and I'll show off one foot. Hell, if you get it there in the next minute, I'll grind it on a dildo, and one of you foot-lovers can pretend that you're getting a footjob from me."

Ding, ding.

There were a few tips coming in, three or five dollars. Not much, but enough to get the ball rolling. Draconicon smirked, his cock twitching in his robe, and he leaned back to let the camera get a better view of it as it started to get harder. Not much, not enough to get past the boundaries of his robe, but enough for people to get a better view.

BONG!

Already? he thought, realizing that the $50 mark had just been hit. He made his smirk bigger as he looked at the screen.

FootL!cker had been the one to push it over the top, and not by some tiny amount, either. The eager foot-lover had donated a good $40 towards it, and it had already been at $20. Apparently he didn't want to risk losing out on the dildo show.

"Heh, looks like we have a winner. That eager to pretend my foot's breaking your dick, FootL!cker?"

FootL!cker: God yes. HotAss24: Man, do you gotta start with the feet? I want to see that dick! DDLover: Me too. Hooked on dragon dick. DDLover: Always feels so good to watch when I'm riding on a DPS dildo. HotAss24: Do you gotta cater to the foot freaks, sir?

The black dragon's eyes narrowed at the screen. He didn't stop with his show, and he could tell that Salla had flicked the cameras down to the one at his feet, but he did speak a bit more firmly than he had to.

"Looks like some of you are forgetting your place, hmm?"

HotAss24: What? FootL!cker: Not me, sir. HotAss24: No, no, not me! I just - DDLover: No, not me. HotAss24: I just don't get the foot thing. I want to be dominated, fucked, not...that.

"Really?"

Draconicon chuckled, pulling the dick out of the cluster of dildos with his curled toes. He couldn't help but smile as he rolled his foot, setting it down and then pressing the shiny sole against the head. Gradually, he pushed it back until the whole thing was bent towards the floor rather than pointing up as it usually did.

"You want to be dominated, huh? Then you better make sure that you aren't cumming just yet," he said, fanning his toes out along the head of the shaft. "Think about how easy it would be for a foot freak to cum on me already. Think about the power I'd hold over someone like that, using these big, musky feet to put them in their place."

In his head, he could already hear the fapping going on with those that hadn't been talking. The little tips were still popping in, two dollars, three, four, five, but never more than that. Little bits of tribute from those that wanted to be underfoot, from those that wanted to be a good little footslut for him. Most of them had been long-time fans, people that had shown up when he was just starting out, when he was showing off his soles for the world and getting a niche for himself.

It was always a rush to see those bits of cash pop in as people stared at his feet. It meant that they were still profitable, that he was still a good product. Always a good boost for the ego to be paid for showing off.

But that wasn't what he needed to do right then. Instead, he fanned out his toes, flicking them.

"Not to mention all that musk you'd be huffing up."

DDLover: Oh, fuck yes. I want to smell them. DDLover: Smell them, lick them, make sure that I got them nice and clean to earn my way to your dick. HotAss24: ...I guess I can see that... FootL!cker: Fuck, I don't even need your cock, sir. I just want those feet on my face, my nipples, my cock... HotAss24: If I had to, I guess...

"Heh, don't you worry. You'll be getting the rest, soon," he said, fondling himself through his robe. "You'll get the dick you crave..."

That got their attention. He pulled at the sides of his robe, and the tips kept coming in. They were eager to have him pull it out, to let them see the famous, porn-star dragon dick that had been in so many movies. Hell, he was pretty sure that at least some of his viewers had some of the toys that had been cast from his dick, considering that he recognized some of the usernames.

Of course, they had to earn it first. They were still down at about $75, and they needed to hit at least $100 for him to take off the robe. He shifted in his seat, grinding his sole against the dildo at the base of the bed, making sure that the camera could catch each and every twist of his foot. The wrinkles showed more along his sole as he curled his toes, and there were a few more quiet dings as he pressed his other foot against the dildo.

Sure, it was a bit early for that, but who cared? They were paying, and some of them really, really loved looking at his feet.

Draconicon curled his toes over the head of the dildo, holding it in place and squeezing, curling with the eager digits while his other foot ran down the shaft. He could see himself on a side-screen, see his long, broad feet pressing hard against the dildo. It was a good thing it was so big, or it would have completely disappeared between his soles.

And still, the tips ran in. He chuckled.

"Heh, I inspire foot lust wherever I go. Tell me, HotAss. You getting into it?"

HotAss24: I...I mean, I never thought about it... FootL!cker: Hehehe, come on, admit it. Those are some hot feet. FootL!cker: Never thought I was into them until I saw one of Drac's shows. They're fucking hot. DDLover: God, much as I love his dick, I keep forgetting how much I love his feet. Look at those soles... FootL!cker: Yeah, so hot...bet they're musky... HotAss24: Bet they control you...

Draconicon chuckled, slowly pulling his damp soles from the shaft. He lifted one to the nearest camera, and Salla took the cue, the tech mouse turning that angle to the live one. The camera angle shifted, showing a massive foot coming down towards the screen.

"Is that what you think, HotAss?"

DDLover: Oh, fuck, he's gonna do it. FootL!cker: One of us! One of us! DDLover: He's gonna turn you! HotAss24: What? What the hell are you...fuck that's a...why is that foot sexy?! DDLover: Hey, don't ask me, but you see his shows, you come out with a foot fetish. DDLover: And everything else, but that, too!

The black dragon smiled, wiggling his toes for the camera. The dinging sounds of the tips coming in filled his ears, and he chuckled.

"Tell you what, HotAss. If you're not into it, if you just want to see my cock, then sit out the stream for a while. But if you want to hear something special...if you want to imagine a special session just for you, under these sexy, sweaty soles..."

HotAss24: ... DDLover: Do it! FootL!cker: Oh man, no fair. Come on, at least let me bid!

"We're at $95. You bump us up to $150 right now, I'll focus the rest of this show on you."

There was a second of silence...followed the sound the black dragon KNEW he was going to hear.

BONG!

He chuckled as the donation screen read $200. HotAss24 had gone above and beyond the call of duty, so the dragon would do the same for him. Draconicon brought his other foot up, rubbing the soles of his feet together as he smirked for the camera.

"Alright, HotAss...let me show you just how much fun it is to be under the feet of the master..."

It wasn't the first time this had happened. Most people came to the shows expecting to endure the foot fetish part. Nobody expected to come away with it being their favorite thing and hoping for more.

Draconicon didn't know why people loved his feet...but he loved that they loved it.

The End