The Streamer

The Broadcast

“Burn! Burn! We are gonna burn it all down! Maniacal Laugh. Maniacal Laugh. MANIACAL LAUGH!”

The camera shows a short, pudgy Latina talking into a microphone while staring at a large computer setup. Her phone is put on a stand to grab facial and body positional data to run her VStreemer application. One computer’s monitor displays chat while running the stream; another (the one she is primarily focusing on) is running MineBlox. The room is noisy, filled with the buzzing of computer cooling fans (among other things), but her sound settings for her mic are on point. The girl wears a red hoodie with her VStreemer avatar on it and nothing else. She taped a vibrator at a low setting to her thigh so that, if she squeezes her legs together, the vibe hits just the right place. She knows she should save those shenanigans for her premium streams on Spicee, but she can’t help herself on company wide collab streams; her co-workers are just so cute.

This is the life, the girl thinks while committing digital arson on a grand scale, Hangin’ out with my friends on stream, hearin’ those premo chat notifications going off, burnin’ shit. So glad Mintsy made this MineBlox zone for me. I should totally go flirt with her after this.

The timer for the zone goes off and she gets the high score. Chat goes wild. Her MineBlox avatar pops back into the Hubzone and she rejoins the Hubzone voice chat.

“Have fun in there, Infi?”

“Almost as much fun as I would locked in the Closet Zone with you, Mintsy.” The girl closes her legs together as Chat goes absolutely insane. So many notifications.

“You know we could head there now if you’re serious Infi.”

A private chat from Minsty pops up on her chat window. “Make sure they can’t hear the vibe. I know you’re totally perving out right now ;).”

A loud voice erupts off-camera. “Chica, ven a lavar tus platos ahora, por favor!”

“Sorry, Minsty. Sorry chat. Gotta go AFK for a bit. Mama Fox is yelling for me again.”

The girl puts herself on mute and switches OBS to her “Mama Fox is mad at me” scene. She starts to grumble as she makes herself presentable downstairs. Wouldn’t hurt to at least reason with Mama, right?

“Mama, estoy trabajando. Puede esperar?” the girl yells downstairs.

“No. Estoy recibiendo a mi grupo de damas en una hora y necesito que la cocina esté limpia!” the off-camera voice yells again.

“Pero Mama...” she loudly whines. No response.

Uh oh. Mama’s starting to get really mad, the girl thinks as she tries to not trip over random wires hidden among the detritus of pizza boxes, energy drink cans, and dirty clothes. She makes it most of the way to the door before pulling a power cord. She turns her head as she falls to see we entire computer setup lose power. Mierda.

She doesn’t notice the nightmare vortex portal sucking up the trash right where she is falling. She doesn’t feel the ground. All is dark.

Josie

Josie feels the head come off her butt. A hand lingers on it a smidge too long. Josie turns over as best as she can to see the woman that was resting on her groping her. The chubby girl has on a baggy T-shirt with an anime fox girl squeezing her breasts together on it over a modest one-piece and a pair of chunky high-heeled boots; she looks as zoned out as the other girls that has gone over that sand dune. She spanks Josie surprisingly hard as she steadies herself. The back of the girl’s T-shirt has the same fox girl, but she is bending over and grabbing her butt. The girl looks especially uncoordinated as she stumbles over the berm.

Añil “Indigo” Rodriguez

Añil feels very conflicted when she comes to. On the one hand, she is being compelled to strut her stuff in heels twice the height that she is used to towards some cartoon villianesque wicked witch in a bad suit. On the other hand, there are 3 hotties laying on lounge chairs beside her; she muses, And the one closest to my league is already naked. Fucking hot. She looks at them and hears their interviews in her head, but her thoughts distract her, Have I been isekai’ed into a hentai world? I really am going to need my vibe soon.

It takes her a little longer to notice the big wooden chest, her mind already filling with fantasies. When she does, she somehow realizes that there is a stranger in there. She goes back to lewdly daydreaming and doesn’t notice that she stopped walking.

“Ahem,” the hag prompts.

“Oh, sorry.” Añil breaks into her usual stream greeting, “Konnichi-rawr, Firestarters. It’s the ultimate sexpot of the Monstergirl Menagerie here, Inferno Vixen!”

The audience laughs. Añil starts to blush.

The strange old lady speaks, “The Master isn’t dating your little online persona. Try again. An introduction of the real you.”

“Wait, you’re asking me to dox myself?”

“Yes, get to it.”

“Nope.”

“Boop,” the old lady pokes Añil.

“Hola. My name is Añil Rodriguez, but most of the people in my in-person life call me Indigo or Indi ‘cause Añil means indigo en espanol and they have a hard time with the virgulilla. I am a VStreemer, which means I livestream playing video games using a super smexy anime girl avatar that mimics my movements instead of using my face. I stream on Streem (that’s stream with 2 ‘e’s) with the rest of my super cute co-workers at the Monstergirl Menagerie and, if you pay for membership to my channel at the Caliente level, you also get access to my premium Spicee streams, where you can send premo chats to activate sex toys I wear. I really, reeeeally hope you’ll count that or me erotic roleplayin’ in group chat with my coworkers as sex, ‘cause otherwise I’d have to admit to being a lame virgin and I don’t wanna do that. I will gladly have sex with just about any woman at anytime, partially ‘cause I don’t want to be a lame virgin anymore but mostly because I’m stupidly horny like all the time. I would have no way of knowing this, but The Master apparently listens to my regular Streem VODs occasionally in the background just to feel like there is someone else in the room, but doesn’t actually watch me live. The Master is super lonely. That’s kinda sad.”

Añil turns beet red as soon as she has control of herself again. Dios mio, did I really just say all that aloud? I’m so fucking dead if this is all real and not a sex dream. This isn’t fun anymore.

“Any contestant in particular you’d like to have pop your cherry, Añil?”

“Umm... they are all way hotter than me. I’d be happy no matter which one would take me.”

“Well, the show has a way of fixing that. Anything else you’d like to add?”

“Um... like, share, and subscribe?”

“At least one of you contestants have the wherewithal to self-promote the show. NEXT!”

Añil awkwardly walks to the chairs, still beet red with embarrassment. When she finally sits down, she pulls off the boots and flings them off-stage as far as she can throw. She then hugs her legs super tight against her body and presses her face between her knees, struggling not to cry. She feels a hand on her shoulder and hears some quiet, low singing. When it’s done, Añil feels a little better.

“It’ll be alright,” the little naked chick whispers.

“I hope so,” Añil sniffles, “I hope so.”