Today was a very special day for Lucien, the 12-year-old feminine otterboi who was Supreme Strategist Roketsune's favored cub. The reason this day was special was the prancer cub had been accepted by a major modeling company to perform in a photoshoot, and he would be given a very wide degree of exposure on his debut performance. As Lucien's pederastic mentor had great talent and experience at modeling (and still engages in this periodically despite now being his nation's highest ranking military officer), he was coached extensively by an expert. Additionally, their relationship is common knowledge amongst the populace and thus many were aware of him before the first audition pictures were ever taken. Thus, he was given a debut opportunity very few are ever afforded. 

Over the last several months, due to his own natural inclinations and Roketsune's influence, Lucien had massively expanded his inventory of feminine clothing and accessories. While he always had relatively long hair and feminine characteristics, he was willfully and deliberately adopting the prancer lifestyle since meeting with his mentor and sexual partner. Roketsune is legendary for his unashamed displays of girlishness and his general lack of inhibition. Takomenian culture does not discourage gender non-conformity or homosexual inclinations even within its military ranks, and Kantarians in particular took great pride in their super-girly prancer commander who was practically as renowned for his sexual exploits as he was for his brilliance in waging war on the strategic levels. Thus, neither had any reason to be shy or hesitant about crossdressing or erotic performances, and Lucien very much wanted to emulate his mentor in those regards.  

"Oooo, you look so adorable and stylish in that outfit, Lucien!", Roketsune exclaimed with a combination of admiration and lust, for once actually refraining from expressing his sexual desires with his paws due to the imminent photoshoot. "Was definitely a prudent choice. I can barely wait to watch you perform in that outfit!"

Lucien blushed profusely, turned his head to the side, and smiled meekly in response to his lover's praise. "You-you're sure everyone else will like this, too?" he inquired as he nervously swished his lutrine tail. His fashion choices and general appearance conveyed a combination of affluence and seductiveness. His hair was dark brown in color, exquisitely thick and well groomed, flowed to about shoulder-level, and shined beautifully. Adorning his bangs a few cm from his left ear was a somewhat small flower hairpiece of the colors yellow and pink. A shirt made of an elastic material and turquoise in color snugly embraced his upper torso, his nipples poking noticeably against the fabric, the hemline quite high and revealing his toned and athletic tummy. Fitting over his crop top was a hot pink velvet light jacket which was not much longer at the torso, accentuated with creme-colored and very plush faux fur lining the cuffs and collar. Covering his hips and upper thighs was a luxurious circle mini-skirt with a leopard or cheetah pattern and white background, and underneath that a pair of bright red panties with a very prominent bulge that would be visible if not for the skirt. Plush velvet leg warmers the same shade of pink as the jacket adorned his lower legs. Claw polish of the same shade of pink on all four paws, and matching bracelets of multi-colored beads and pink hearts, completed the ensemble. He very much appeared like a pubescent boy who was going clubbing, which was the intention.

"Mmhmmm, they and their audience definitely will. Trust me, sweetheart!", Roketsune gleefully responded, his voice very effeminate and youthful. His extremely critical position as chief strategist did not impact or reflect his off-duty manner of dress in the slightest, and especially not his attire today. His lush fire-orange hair extended to his lower back and was as meticulously groomed and treated as his younger partner's. Covering his limbs were garments of opaque silk and pure white in color, concealing the natural 'gloves and socks' his species is known for, the leg ones held up with a garter belt of the same shade of white. He only wore one torso article: an emerald green velvet crop top that comfortably but tightly caressed his developed chest, his quite noticeably developed midriff left bare. His choice of skirt was very similar to his smaller partner's, only of a regular leopard pattern rather than the white arctic variety the otter sported. Underneath that were panties the same color as the stockings, the front massively bulged due to his sheath and balls. Adorning his neck and upper chest was a necklace comprised of hearts of all colors of the rainbow and an adorable animal figurine at the center. His claws were painted the same shade of pink as Lucien's. His frame and musculature was markedly taller and more substantial than Lucien's, overall having the appearance of an athletic and androgynous 15-year-old as opposed to the pre-teen figure of his compatriot.

"How long do you think it will take?", the bashful cub inquired, still blushing while he looked himself over one last time. 

"Probably not more than 10 minutes. This won't be a multiple-sequence shoot, so once you make yourself cum that should be it.", the very experienced prancer observed, having had much experience with erotic fashion modelling and other forms of performance before joining the military. Incredibly, he still does this periodically.

"Will you be where I can see you?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure. There is a main area of a room where they have the model do what they need, while people such as the photographers or other employees or yiffy raccoons are able to stand to the side and out of camera view. I couldn't orgasm before they finish recording, though, since they audience is only supposed to be hearing you." 

"I wish they'd let us perform together...", the inexperienced and nervous cub wished as his penis started fattening from the talk of fornicating.

Roketsune giggled and grinned as he approached his beloved cub and scritched him under the chin, "They will want that probably next week. Anyway, I'm getting hard and you need to save it for the camera. No more yiffy talk! Actually, we better leave now, anyway."

At about 15:00, the two of them arrive at the erotica production company. Roketsune warmly greets and converses with the staff, obviously having made their acquaintance from previous exploits long before then. Regarding the sexual act itself, Lucien's low age is not an impediment at all morally or legally since such things are not seen as child abuse, especially with a loving mentor by his side. The only limitation would have been him being too young to enter into financial arrangements unilaterally, but that is circumvented since Roketsune and Lucien's father, the highly respected Intermediate Marshal Larien, are collaborating. In fact, aside from the fact Kantaria's revered master strategist is involved, the matter is rather unremarkable by Takomenian standards.

After some brief conversation about various things, they traverse to the recording room. Roketsune positions himself behind the recording apparatus, "I'll be right here, sweetheart. Remember to read the prompter and look at the cameraperson for gestures, but not act as if you're doing that. It's a very simple and limited sequence, though, so not much will be told to you. Remember our drills." 

The woman responsible for recording burst into laughter at the pederast's last comment, "Drills! I picture you ordering your HQ staff to do the same drills, for national security and stuff. Anyway, yeah, what he said. Just turn and pose as you're told, make yourself really hard halfway through, then cum at the end when you're told to finish." She turned to the older raccoon and stated bluntly, "And, you! Don't make any loud sounds from rubbing yourself, and do not cum, until I say we're done!"

The raccoon smirked and looked to the side, "Yes, yes..."

The sequence was officially started, and Roketsune watched very intently and excitedly as his cub started realizing his recent dream. The planned sequence was to consist of Lucien at first rather innocuously showing off his fashion choices, then to become progressively more intensely sexual, ending in him having to masturbate standing right there. They rehearsed this very simple sequence many times.

Lucien was blushing intensely as the sequence began, adding to his appeal to the average pederast and anyone who just liked smaller prancers in general. He adroitly turned his toned and lithe frame as he was commanded, revealing the entirety of his outfit and frame. A few of the poses he struck were extremely bashful and submissive in nature, further amplifying the general aura he projected of a submissive and nervous cub who nevertheless was eager to show off. Roketsune smiled very broadly and nodded approvingly, Lucien observing and appreciating the approvals imperceivably. During this phase, his lover Roketsune deliberately refrained from masturbating or otherwise exciting him, having to use his bag to conceal his raging boner which he could not delay any longer.

After about two minutes, the next phase began. As was rehearsed, the otterboi started behaving overtly sexually. He slid his paws across his chest and tummy, then turned around and massaged his tight and slender rear, then turned back around and let out a few whimpers as he gently pinched his nipples through the stretchy and taut fabric.

At this point Roketsune ceased concealing his throbbing erection and started openly fondling it, stifling moans as he slid back his skirt and slowly massaged his canine appendage of over 30 cm. "Murr, what a gorgeous model you are, my pretty cub!", he thought to himself as he anticipated the next maneuvers.

Lucien became rapidly highly aroused from the combination of fondling himself, watching his lover start to do the same because of him, and having refrained from yiffing or pawing for most of the day. His penis massively indented his panties in the span of about 20 seconds, after which he pulled it free from its confines and in the process showing off that, his panties, and the bulge his generous testicles continued to generate. His phallus was highly impressive, measuring over 23 cm and having a thick foreskin over the head that was now very taut. As the cub was barely 150 cm tall, his penis seemed perhaps even larger than it really was. 

He grabbed onto his extremely hard maleness and whimpered loudly as he stroked it with one paw, and slid his other paw up his shirt to massage his nipple and chest, pulling the shirt up somewhat in the process. Fortunately, by now the only command was to just generally fondle himself all over and appear extremely excited and needful of release. The pre-teen cub's moans and audible breathing were only slightly exaggerated, so great was his arousal from performing and watching his mentor masturbate because of him. He took after Roketsune precisely regarding exhibitionism, only he was the younger submissive.

Roketsune struggled to not make substantial sounds as he was so massively aroused by the performance. "Good boy, sweetie! You're doing everything you're supposed to!", he stated internally, so very much wishing he could verbalize the assessment, though his slow and feverish self-pleasuring surely sufficed. The older raccoon clenched his teeth as he alternated between pressing his thumb against the slickened dimple on his canine cockhead, clenching a paw around his half-inflated knot and twisting, and stroking the length of the shaft slowly. His other paw alternated between stroking his toned chest and massaging his baseball-sized jewels. "This is so hard to do quietly!", he screamed to himself, wanting so badly to either furiously get off or run to Lucien to have him do it.

Lucien was driven almost ferally horny by his lover's extremely needful and pleasured facial expressions, barely able to remember to not climax until he's given permission. Of course, at least Lucien was able to vocalize his pleasure through moans and whimpers. He retracted his foreskin with one paw, and pressed the web between his thumb and forefinger from the other paw against the bare and glossy head, causing him to yelp and shudder very loudly- and almost cause his lover to do the same. He stroked his head like this repeatedly, the lithe cub performer by now panting and shuddering. Roketsune was about to gesture with a paw to slow down his masturbation, but he received the cue to finish whenever he could. 

Lucien needed no further encouragement to finish himself off. He continued to keep his foreskin fully retracted while he increased the pressure and tempo on his exposed glans. The self-induced overwhelming waves of pleasure caused him to moan and whimper and shudder severely and involuntarily. After a scant few moments of such intensive self-manipulation, he reached his limit. His back arched as he let out almost a scream of pure carnal bliss, his toes and fingers clenched tightly, and his muzzle was forced open. He let out a series of extremely loud and very genuine yelps and moans, and bent forward and trembled as he forcefully ejaculated several times, almost hitting the photographer with his first shot because of the intensity. The orgasming pre-teen clenched around his flaring head to prolong and intensify his blissful and overwhelming release. After approximately 10 seconds, the orgasmic intensity started tapering off. After about 20 seconds the orgasm was over, and the temporarily spent cub casually slid his foreskin up and down his shaft several times while panting furiously and watching his partner finish himself.

The photographer declared the shoot was over, which was music to the experienced raccoon's ears. He was close to disregarding the shoot instructions by that time, his own need for relief so extreme from watching his younger partner erupt so beautifully. "Lucien! That was so- murr, so epic! Watch what- what you caused!" The still-throbbing, still-pawing otter watched and listened to his mentor with great enthusiasm as he rather noisily went to work on himself. Seeking to end his excruciating need to cum as hastily as possible, he gripped and twisted on his knot with one paw and stroked the rest of the shaft with the other, all with maximal force and speed. Lucien instinctively walked up to him and rubbed his taut abs and chest as the larger 'coon snarled and sucked in deep breaths. 

"Show me how much you like watching me, my legendary hero.", the ordinarily rather meek cub stated with a dark blush, the display and his age causing his humanoid penis to remain rock-hard. He looked at the noble pederast lovingly and incitingly as he started pawing himself off in earnest again, rubbing his own and Roketsune's athletic frames tantalizingly as if anymore excitement was needed.

All of the physical and emotional stimuli sent the heroic raccoon at maximal velocity into an orgasm even more intense than Lucien's. All of his muscles contracted and spasmed as he pushed himself over the edge, leaning forward involuntarily as his knot fully inflated within his dominant paw. Alternating between extremely loud open moans and groans muffled somewhat by clenched teeth, he propelled his copious load like a water hose in a succession of eight shots, splattering his lover with half of them despite having intended not to, the other half landing 1-3 meters in front of him on the ground. So intense was his release he was barely able to stand during it, leaning on his younger mate with one paw and arm, the latter deducing what was happening and using his own arms to prop him up. After almost half a minute, he lay down on the ground, utterly helpless and scarcely able to catch his breath. "I haven't- haven't cum that hard... since... you topped me af-after... an hour of foreplay." 

The younger partner grinned down at his utterly exhausted partner as he straddled his somewhat curvy hips and started increasing the pace of his second pawing, the display having both emboldened and sexually reinvigorated the virile pre-teen, "You came all over my new shirt. Now I'm gonna cum on yours."

Roketsune licked his lips and smiled appreciatively at the cub's sudden onset of dominance, and reached under his skirt to massage his decently sized balls, "I actually bought that shirt and the rest of that outfit, so I can ejaculate all over it if I want!"

Lucien murred approvingly at the groping as he slid his paw and his foreskin up and down his throbbing prick with increasing speed, eager to perform for only an audience of one rather than an entire nation. "I love you.", he declared with a burningly intense blush as he masturbated on top of his lover.

Roketsune blushed in turn, "I love you, too, pretty cub!" as he caressed a cheek with a paw. He pulled the otter down on top of him, pressed his muzzle against his, and proceeded to passionately kiss him, his paws shifting to massage the otter's rounded ears while their tongues wrestled with each other. Both of their sizeable penises swelled with even more blood from the romantic exchange, both of them ready for more carnal release. After kissing deeply for a few moments, Lucien sat upright once again and resumed pawing his highly impressive lutrine boyhood.

"Stuff my tailhole, in the same general position you're in now. Pound me like I caused you to pound that ottergirl in heat a few months ago!", the dominant strategist almost commanded to the libidinous otterboi with a lustful grin, the demand/request actually not unusual for him.

Lucien would have blushed more had he not already been beet-red under his fur. "Like- like, right now and in here?", he asked for confirmation, the sudden change of plans causing him to react bashfully but nonetheless throb even harder, his prick dribbling onto his partner's as the production of more pre forced out the residual semen from the last orgasm.

Roketsune nodded and grinned erotically, murring loudly as he started rubbing his very substantial canine maleness, "And this way you'll make me cum all over my own shirt and face so we'll be even!". He used his other thumb to slide up under his foreskin and grind against his swollen glans, causing the otter to gasp and moan. "And I'll tease and incite you until you do.", he added with a wild and mischievous grin.

Lucien continued trembling and making a variety of sounds as his lover played with his sensitive glans directly and without mercy. "Ok-okay, fine!", he exclaimed with feigned aggravation as he slid off of his partner, removed his mentor's panties, retrieved a small bottle of lube from his purse, applied the top-of-the-line substance to his penis and the raccoon's tailhole, and then positioned himself in a manner conducive to fornication with his lover's cooperation. Both of them apparently had forgotten they had been in front of a camera operator not even 10 mins ago. As they acted as insatiable lovers on the studio floor, the photographer had been dutifully recording everything with nary a word. 

Roketsune didn't need to encourage the cub any further to begin sodomizing him in earnest after wrapping his legs around the otter's waist, the teenage-appearing 'coonboi clenching his fists and arching back as his younger partner stuffed the entire length inside of him abruptly. "Ahhh! You little slut!", he loudly teased as he caught his breath and started masturbating, his legs hooked tightly around the younger male's waist.

Lucien also was overcome with pleasure from his very forceful thrust, and held his position momentarily to respond and watch the raccoon start to play with himself. "You did say you wanted me to rut you.", he reminded with a very playful grin. "Now moan and whimper like a schoolgirl in heat.", he finished in the most dominant tone he could manage, the exchange demonstrating how much experience he had attained sexually in the short time they were mated.

Genuinely forgetting he might actually ultimately be performing for people via the cameraperson, the older 'coon let out somewhat exaggerated- but still quite plausibly real rather than obviously overdone- feminine yelps and whimpers each time the cub rammed his prostate. Deciding not to bother with coherent verbal communication for the time being, he looked up at the ferociously yiffing pre-teen with a combination of love and lust as he emulated pretty convincingly the vocalizations of a submissive and overwhelmed schoolgirl being rutted. In tandem with the feverish and girly yelps and gasps, he started vigorously stroking his second aching and dripping erection in under 5 minutes. His shapely legs pulled the younger boy against him upon each thrust, further intensifying each impact.

Lucien was too overwhelmed by the sensations caused by his procyonine lover's tailhole contracting around his glans upon each thrust to even attempt the illusion of being dominant and authoritative beyond merely topping. He exhaled and whimpered and moaned loudly and rapidly through gritted teeth as he carried out the hero's physical exhortation, pulling back and slamming forward about twice a second, his trained abdominals more visible due to the intensive and rapid flexing. At that extremely vigorous pace, despite the recent very intense orgasms they both enjoyed, neither were going to last long before another. As he laboredly maintained much of his weight on his paws positioned astride the raccoon, he managed to relay, "Really close, love!"

"Same here! Ahh, hah, uhh, fill me, mighty schoolboi!", was what he could manage to respond with as the general scenario got him to the cusp of his second orgasm in only a quarter of an hour. As he careened over the edge of his orgasmic threshold, his legs ceased working rhythmically with Lucien and instead clenched erratically around his surprisingly powerful frame. His back arched as far as it was capable, and his head and muzzle tilted back to almost parallel with the carpeted floor. His knot had only partially returned to its normal pre-orgasmic thickness and texture when he came again, promptly reinflating within his paw as he tugged and twisted on it frantically. He screamed in a fit of almost torturously intense release as a huge amount of his remaining semen was forced out of him, the first few shots hitting his face, his hair, and even overshooting himself entirely and splattering against the wall behind him, and the subsequent streams staining his velvet shirt. He pinched and pulled at a black nipple and manipulated with great force his massive maleness of the same color, further amplifying his orgasm. 

Driven by the sheer intensity of the scene, the sight and sound of his lover having about the most intense orgasm he would safely be capable of, and the extremely intense contractions around his lovely otterhood, his own release started moments later and was about as intense. His back arched and his head reared back as soared over his limit, feminine and puerile cries of extreme pleasure reverberating throughout the room as most of what remained of his comparatively limited semen was propelled out of his body and into Roketsune. Being so overwhelmed by the orgasm, he was rendered incapable of impaling his lover in a piston fashion after starting to cum, instead only sporadically withdrawing and thrusting, and mostly just trembling violently and pushing against him while fully inserted. His foreskin was retracted for most of the climax and his glans thus fully exposed to his lover's violently spasming lovehole, further amplifying the cub's release. 

Roketsune halfway into his climax embraced the cub and pulled his body against his, their bodies writhing and spasming together as their extremely labored screams and yelps and snarls combined to form an erotic melody. After approximately 20-30 seconds, they relaxed in a state of acute exhaustion, the otter's degree of exhaustion especially great due to his role. Roketsune wordlessly stroked Lucien's hair and ears as the latter laid on top of the former, the raccoon's cum quite extensively smeared onto both of their shirts and fur now. 

"I never can finish a shoot on time whenever you or your friends are involved. I was just supposed to record Lucien, but then you had to paw off, and then you two yiffed like animals on my floor. It's a good thing I'm a lesbian, or I would have had to relieve myself just watching you two.", the photographer nonchalantly observed after stopping the camera for good. "They'll no doubt want to at least add the later stuff as a supplementary to Lucien's story, though I need to go through it all first."

The two darted their heads in surprise at the employee, both having entirely forgotten she was or might have been there the whole time. This kind of oversight even during extremely erotic displays was highly uncharacteristic of Roketsune. "Ahh, hehehe, I was so excited for my precious cubbie that I forgot you were here and I couldn't just cum once."

"Does this mean I'll be featured even more, and also with Roketsune?!", the inexperienced otter inquired from on top of the aforementioned raccoon with cautious elation.

"Yeah, probably. They actually just wanted to focus on you, but, after that adorable and romantic performance, they're gonna have to amend the plan.", she truthfully responded to the otter.

"Yes! Yes! Oh my gosh! They're gonna make me even more famous than before and add you to it!", he jubilantly cheered. "Way more people are gonna paw off to me! Well, me, and us!"

"Also, there's a lot of cum on the carpet now that will require cleaning, and there's a lot of cum on you two. You don't plan on leaving now, or are you THAT shameless?", she undiplomatically reminded Roketsune. 

"Heheh, yeah, we made a huge mess. I expend so much time on laundry, because there's so much yiffing and ejaculating in my home. I did actually bring spare clothes with me. I always do."

"Yes, you're the consummate tactician; prepared for anything from surprise attacks to surprise buttsex from children.", she tactlessly remarked. "Anyway, the shower is that way.", she gestured.

The end result of the entire adventure was grander than even Lucien's strategist mentor had predicted. While there would have been great interest in Lucien alone due to his looks and his relationship with their chief strategist, the subsequent encounter with Roketsune was deemed so enticing and alluring due to the overwhelming displays of both love and lust, that it had to not only be included but also comprise a full second sequence of a two-sequence series. The viewer/readership for that publication for that cycle was several times higher than their second greatest, which happened to be his first appearance after becoming Supreme Strategist. Many purchased the online and traditional magazine variants not for sexual reasons, but merely to satisfy curiosity about this relationship they were hearing so much about. Even the Wesitarians were utterly enthralled with it and bought the Kantarian publication in large numbers despite being at war with them.

The income as well as exposure Lucien received was far in excess of what was expected as a result. Roketsune was already affluent and thus wasn't very excited about his profit, but Lucien from less than an hour made almost half of what his father earned in a year serving the military as a critical naval officer (he very quickly and rightfully demanded a pay raise in response).

The delightfully bashful but versatile ottercub was very well on his way to becoming a renowned erotic model on a planetary scale. His pederastic lover was more than elated at the prospect of assisting in his endeavors directly, of course.

Description

Well, holy shit, I finally did it! I actually composed an erotic story! Until I lost focus and became sidetracked, the story creation proceeded at a faster rate than I had feared. Apparently I can write orgasmic events and erotic stuff in general with comparatively little effort and time. I might go for another one soon after this, or maybe I'll be prudent and actually do housework.

Anyway, this is my Strategist fursona's world. This theme of Lucien starting his erotic modelling career was alluded to several times already and was on the forefront of my mind, so I saw no reason not to start with that. I also have something of a idiosyncratic fetish for characters of mine doing modelling shoots. 

A few things I need to expound or clarify:

1.) For those of you who have never read the diary entries of the war on Takomen or any of the background documents, the short version of the setting is: the planet is divided into four nations and two alliances, the planet is fighting a world war, and my fursona is the supreme commander of the war effort within the main protagonist nation of Kantaria. This is very different from the world of the 'Schoolboi' Roketsune, as in that one there is no war, he actually is 15 and thus is underage, and the storylines and backgrounds are exclusively carnal and undramatic. This one is the more mature and well contemplated world.

2.) 'Prancer' is a neutral term on Takomen which is very comparable to our term 'femboy'. Males who dress colorfully and effeminately, especially those who are also effervescent and cheerful, they call 'prancers'. 

3.) As Takomenian societies are generally rationalistic and enlightened, they generally have had laudable priorities and invested their resources accordingly. They are thus extremely advanced in medical technology, having devised a way to stop aging and allowing for people to choose what age they appear as. This is why Roketsune "appears" 15 when he is not. I actually haven't determined an age for Roketsune the Strategist, though he is to appear and sound 15 always.

4.) I'm sure because of terms such as 'pederast' and tags such as 'hebephilia', the nature of the relationship between the two, and what Lucien is doing, this story is going to have a heightened hateability level for those who dislike cub. Combined with my social commentary in my journal entries here, and I'm sure a fair number are going to be utterly repulsed. I'm sure at some point, there will be someone who comes here and reads this knowing full well they will be extremely disgusted by the story and me in general, and maybe even will complain here. If you are such a person, my suggestion is to ask yourself why you find it a productive use of your limited time and emotional energy to come into the sanctuary of someone you despise just to read a story of theirs you also will despise. I didn't necessitate or even ask for your visitation, so I couldn't care less whether my stories or my visions of an ideal world grievously offend you or re-inflame old wounds.