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"Hey, kid, move over will ya?' a man asked me as he sat down on the bus.

"Sorry," I replied meekly as I shifted. I didn't like being called a kid - I was in my mid twenties now, after all - but I couldn't blame him. I was small, for starters, being a rabbit. And I knew I didn't dress very feminine as well. Overalls and glasses weren't exactly flattering for a girl, but it was a comfort outfit for me, and I needed all the comfort I could get.

I browsed my phone, keeping my head down. I tried to hide my screen from the man next to me. I didn't want him to see me browsing porn. I wasn't really looking because I wanted to, per se. I was paying attention, taking mental notes, my earbuds in my oversized, floppy ears, listening to the way the actresses moaned, watching how they contorted their faces and moved their perfect bodies as they rode dicks that were too big to seem real. I wanted to tell myself this was the equivalent of studying for a test, but I couldn't deny how warm I was feeling despite the bus's air conditioning, my thighs pressing together...

The bus stop wasn't very close to where I was heading, but I was glad to get off where I didn't have to worry about others peeking at what I was doing. I looked at the man who had sat next to me, who just scowled at me, and my mind was riddled with certainty that he had seen what I was looking at. I just stumbled off the bus and out onto the sidewalk.

Sea Salt City was beautiful. I could hardly believe it was real; so idyllic and perfect, the air just warm enough, the breeze just soft enough, the streets and buildings bright and balmy. It looked like something out of a magazine, and I knew that only made me look more out of place. But despite the pounding in my heart, I managed to keep my feet moving forward.

The more I walked, the more I was alone with my own thoughts, without the sounds of slutty moaning playing in my ears, the more I began to doubt. What the fuck was I doing? If I had more than two brain cells to rub together, I would turn around, wait for the next bus, and head back to my friend's apartment, who was letting me stay for the weekend to do this. I would give up before I had the chance to humiliate myself. Yet my feet didn't stop.

It's not easy being a rabbit. I blame it on my species, but even I haven't met another rabbit quite like me. We have reputations for being sluts, and certainly many rabbits acted on that. But I could never be quite sure if what I felt, what I had always felt, was the fault of my biology, or if it was just me.

Picking the exact time it started is difficult. Was it when I was thirteen and I found my mom's vibrator to give myself my first orgasm before she caught me? Was it when I was ten and I got my first period way before any of my friends, and started to feel the keen burn between my legs that never seemed to quite go away? Was it before then? My mother was always gently trying to get me to stop grinding on my toys, the washer, my vibrating video game controllers, and all sorts of things. She always told me it was normal, but was it really?

I began to have my doubts in high school. I was about sixteen when I got my first smartphone, and started to access porn sites. The first video I ever saw really set me burning. It wasn't anything special; it was a rabbit, like me, paired with a big bull. She looked so small compared to him, like his dick was splitting her in half. A part of me was completely disgusted. But I couldn't get it out of my mind. Just sitting in class the next day was killing me. During gym, I hung back after everyone else got dressed. I don't know why I did it, really. I wasn't thinking straight. I watched the video again. I stripped down. I started to touch myself. The gym teacher sent a girl in to go look for me. I got caught red-handed.

The whole school knew about it before the end of the day. It was the first time I was ever made to have a talk with the principal, who was almost as embarrassed as I was. I would be known as a horny spaz for the rest of high school. I didn't bother trying to recover after establishing my reputation. I kept to myself. I didn't talk to hardly anyone, especially boys. I stayed a virgin. College came with a fresh start, but I didn't dare make the same mistake twice by getting too bold. I majored in math. I thought about grad school.

But always, always, there was always that memory in the back of my mind. The thrill of throwing caution to the wind and finally indulging my instincts. The horror of being caught, of knowing you had done something you couldn't take back. I kept watching porn, obviously. I always wondered why a girl would ever agree to let herself be filmed naked, having actual sex for the whole world to see. The more I replayed that memory, and the more I watched and grew, the more I began to understand.

Today, I was headed to a bit of a back-alley apartment. It wasn't a nice house, it wasn't in an apartment building; it was above a laundromat, tucked away in a neighborhood that hadn't been touched by Sea Salt City's airbrush of wealth and prosperity yet. I walked past bunched-up buildings, a run-down corner store, a liquor store, a weed shop, more than a few bars. I was expecting to see a strip club or gun store or something, but it was just my imagination getting ahead of me.

Eventually, I found the laundromat. I stepped inside. A few machines were going, operated by some older folks who looked at me curiously. But then I saw a row of chairs, and some younger, more beautiful women sitting in them. A chestnut mare, a robin, a calico cat, all much shapelier and bustier than me. Everyone was looking at me, wondering where I'd go. But I clearly didn't have any laundry with me. So I sat down on the end and waited.

Eventually, a man's voice called the mare up a small set of stairs to a door above the laundromat that must have been the apartment I was looking for. I told myself to be still and patient. I browsed social media. I sardonically thought about posting a selfie, but how would I even tag it?

By the time the mare came out, not quite looking thrilled or disappointed, and the robin was called up next, I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to my video, taking mental notes. How she angled her ass. The words she said. Did guys like this? It sounded so cheap and fake to me, but it had over a million views, so I guess guys were jacking off to it. I knew I couldn't judge too hard. I squirmed again, pressing my thighs together, feeling the pressure, but it wasn't nearly enough.

Before I knew it, I heard "Next!" called, and there was no one left but me. I sprang up. I headed up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs was a rather fit-looking gray wolf in a t-shirt and jeans, perhaps a bit older than me. I looked up at him, but he didn't seem terribly impressed when he looked down. I couldn't blame him.

The apartment inside wasn't too far from what I expected. A bit dirty, a bit cramped, a bit old, the wallpaper in need of replacing and a bong tucked away on a bookshelf. There was a big open space in front of a big leather couch, and I knew what that meant. On the couch there was already sitting another man, a husky-looking seagull in a thick pair of glasses and a polo with a laptop on his lap. The wolf closed the door behind him and took a seat next to the other guy and let out a big breath. "Alright, let's get this started," he said. I took my stand, facing them, holding my hands tightly when they looked up at me. "Name?" he asked.

"Natalie..." I replied quietly. The gull typed it down on his laptop. They didn't ask for my last name.

"Any prior experience?" the wolf asked.

"N-no..." I answered truthfully.

He let out another exhale and said, "Okay... Natalie," he looked me in the eyes. "We're looking to shoot a video called 'Triple Stud Gangbang.' We've got some big stallions lined up for this, and horses are usually pretty hung and rough to begin with. We want the finale to be all three at once; oral, vaginal, and anal. Even girls with experience have trouble with that. You sure you're in the right place?"

I gulped, feeling my face on fire, but nodded.

The wolf opened his hands. "So what is it then? Why do you want to do porn?"

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Uh, what do you mean?"

He leaned back and folded his arms. "You broke or something, and think it's easy money? You just a slut?"

I felt my face flush even hotter. I didn't expect him to be so mean, but perhaps I should have. I had to answer, and the best I could come up with was, "I just... want to do it."

"So are you stupid or a slut then?" he pressed me.

I fought back tears stinging at the corners of my eyes. I got the feeling he wanted me to pick one of those.

"I'm a slut..." I spat out. And yet, in the weirdest way, it felt good to say out loud.

"So what makes you think you got anything over all the other sluts who tried out for this?" he followed up.

I didn't have an answer to that. I had asked myself that a lot, but couldn't come up with something satisfying. "I... I want to do it. I want to be on camera, with all those... big stallions," I said out loud. It felt like I was choking.

The two guys could see me sweating, quivering. I think they were starting to realize I was turned on. They looked at each other. The wolf gave another sigh and said, "Alright. If that's what you want. Strip down, then."

"...What?" I asked.

"You think we're just going to give you the part without seeing what we're working with?" he asked.

I knew what this was. The infamous casting couch. But this absolutely wasn't how I wanted things to go. "You can't... tell what you're working with just by looking at me?" I asked.

The wolf was getting annoyed. "Look, we're not going to touch you, alright? We just want to get a sense of how you look on camera, make sure you don't have a dick or any weird scars or something."

I took offense to those comments, but he did say they didn't want to touch me. I felt my own breath come out shaky and haggard, my tongue like sandpaper. I had never been naked in front of anyone before. At least not on purpose. But they were waiting, watching me, and they looked impatient. Now was the time.

Button by button, I began to remove my clothes. My overalls. My sweatshirt. My shoes. My socks. My bra. And last, my panties. I shivered, hugging my naked body.

"Stand up straight so we can get a look at you," the wolf commanded. I did as he said. I took a deep breath. But then it was head up, feet together, arms at my sides. No holding back.

The two men had me turn around, stick my arms out, and do all sorts of things like that while they made comments. "She's a tiny thing," he said.

"She's got that nice white fur, though," the gull said, speaking up for the first time.

"Flat as a board. And those nipples are pretty pointy, too."

"I think she's just turned on. Look at her, she's soaking wet."

"Yeah, but Jesus, look at that bush on her," the wolf commented with a scowl. "You ever shave your damn pussy, Natalie?" he asked.

To be honest, I had always been too scared to. Razors and my clitoris didn't seem like they would be friends, even though I knew my pubes were pretty unseemly. I was prepared to get a comment like that, but it still stung. "...No," I admitted shamefully.

The wolf growled again as he exhaled. "She looks like a fucking kid," he said to his buddy.

"Maybe we can work with that? Advertise her as a teen?" the gull suggested.

The wolf didn't seem to latch on to that idea. "No tits is a no from me." Then, more directly to me, he said, "What made you think you could get this part? You see some of those other girls before you?"

Now he was being really mean. I squeezed my hands into fists to fight back tears, and I ended up blurting out, "I just... wanted to have my first time on camera!"

That shut them up. The seagull readjusted his glasses. "Wait... you're a virgin?"

I figured they could tell from pretty much everything about me. "Y-yeah..." I confirmed.

The wolf, for the first time, smiled. "A virgin, huh? Don't get a chance like that every day."

"You think people would believe it? Lots of videos say they have a virgin," the seagull pointed out.

"Look at her," he said. "I'd buy it. Especially if she sounds like one too when she's getting fucked." Then, more seriously, he asked me, "You swear you're a virgin?"

"Well, I've... used a dildo before," I admitted.

"But you never fucked a guy? In any hole? Gave a blowjob? Handjob?"

I shook my head. "No..."

He looked at his buddy. The seagull just said, "You want to give her a shot?"

"I think I do," he said, and my heart started to race. "It is a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and if we don't, someone else will pop that cherry on camera."

"We could re-title the video: 'Virgin's First Horsecock,'" The gull suggested.

"So... You want to give me the part?" I asked with timid hope.

Even the two men seemed like they couldn't quite believe it, but the wolf nodded. "Yeah, I think so. Let's get some ID just to make sure you're legal, and we'll go over the contract. Pay is five hundred dollars."

I had no idea if that was a lot or a little for an amateur porn actress, but I wasn't exactly in it for the money, though it wouldn't hurt. I nodded and fished my wallet out of my overalls, always pleased by how handy the pockets were.

"Twenty-five is a bit old for an amateur," the seagull said.

"She looks twelve," the wolf said with a grin.

"The guys aren't going to like having a virgin. She'll probably bite them with those buck teeth," the gull said.

"Yeah, but she'll be nice and tight for those big ol' horse dicks, won't ya?" he asked me.

I felt a shiver of heated arousal and a wet stain between my thighs as his toothy grin. "Definitely..." I managed to respond. Then, I had a second thought. "Just a moment..." I excused myself to the bathroom while they got my information.

It was tiny, just a toilet and a sink, barely enough room for my legs. But it would do. I let out a big exhale, but knew I'd have to work fast. I'd got the part. I was going to lose my virginity to a bunch of big hunky stallions, and on camera no less!

I planted my feet on the wall in front of me. I plunged my fingers into my pussy. I bit back moans as I started to masturbate. I couldn't stop myself. Part of it was the elated feeling of getting the part, a desire to celebrate, and another part was the fantasies that were now playing in my head, of what would happen on the day of filming. If my dildos felt good, I could only imagine how good a thick, long, meaty cock would feel when it was pounding the life out of me, with a real pair of fat, weighty nuts slapping my thighs instead of the rigid rubber, plus the grunts, the smells of a sweaty, virile man, the taste of his cum...

It didn't take me long to hit my climax. It never did. My fingers were soaking wet, and my body still felt on fire, but it would last me until I could get some more time and privacy later on. A part of me felt ashamed to emerge from the bathroom still naked, but I knew these guys, and the world, would be seeing a lot more of my naked body soon.

When I came out, the wolf was scowling at me again. "Natalie? You gave us your real name?" he asked.

I bit my lip again. "Yeah... why? I thought it was just a tiny video," I replied. I didn't think anyone hardly looked at the names of the performers on an online video. I doubted I'd even be credited directly.

The wolf shook his head. "That's just... not how it works around here, okay? Stage names are the best and only way for you to really protect yourself. Unless you want people tagging your mom that you were in a porn video they saw?" he asked. To be honest, I had no idea how my mom would react if she knew I was doing this, but I certainly wasn't about to tell her. "Just... think of something before we shoot, and maybe we can snag you a fake ID before we're done with editing or something."

But he underestimated how long I had been dreaming about this, fantasizing in the most secret corners of my mind about being a hot, slutty pornstar. I piped up with the name I had picked out. It sounded stupid as I said it, but it was my favorite. "What about... Felicity Rose?"

They looked at each other in disbelief. "You think you can pull of Felicity Rose?" the wolf asked.

"It's her choice, dude," the seagull said to him.

He just threw his hands in the air. "Alright, alright. Put your clothes on, then. We got your number. We'll text you the location address in a few days here. Filming starts this weekend. Be there. Got it, Felicity?" he said, using my name like a joke.

But I felt another surge of horny energy at hearing that gruff, male voice say it out loud. "Yes, thank you..." I said. "I'll do a good job, I promise."

He just smiled at me. "You better."