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“‘Sup everyone, this is KiltedVlogger4U, comin’ at you live from the Pleasureplex!” You flash a peace sign at your phone, grin. “We’re going to be sampling the new variation on Roxie - they’ve added a special adjustment, if you know what I mean.” You’re smirking, as you make your way towards her room. “So they’ve been super generous, given me a free pass!”
Of course, it’s not the free pass you wanted - you wanted to have a chance to try their new variation on Chica - apparently they’ve fine tuned all of the magitech animal people, and now they can be rougher, and the idea of all those feathers against your skin would be delightful...
But hey, some magitech is magitech, and you can do an impromptu review. You’ve never played with a Roxie before - you’re still not sure why they’re giving away the passes in the first place. There are a few people on twitter screaming about how it’s proof that they’re trying to mind control people or whatever, which is utter bullshit.
Anyway, you Pleasureplex videos always get a ton more views.
“Okay,” you say, walking into the small motel room. That’s her theme - roadside motel, beside the racetrack. It’s some kind of weird, kinky mirror of the Pizzaplex, and you can already feel the pleasure starting to curl up at the base of your spine.
Roxie is lying on the bed outstretched, hands behind her head, staring at the ceiling. You’ve requested that, since that’s how you usually ask your magitech to be waiting for you - it makes it that much easier for you to start your review.
But before anything else, of course…
“Okay, guys, one sec,” you tell the livestream, and then there’s the tedious process of getting your blood out, signing your name. You’re skimming over it even as your blood dries on the paper - you never read that shit. The magic of this place is already burrowing into your skin, and you watch, entranced, as it heals over.
The term - you are responsible for whatever damage you may incur floats across the paper at you, but you’re already dropping the paper, as the purple fire of the magic flares around your name.
And you smile.
“So,” you say to your phone, bringing it out, first things first, this is Roxie.” You run a distracted hand across her belly, pushing up the crop top. You take her breast in your hand and squeeze it, thumb her nipple. It sends a tingle of magic across the pad of your thumb, and it makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck.
You crouch in front of the foot of the bed, and you let the phone run over her form. “She’s a newer model,” you tell the livestream, “as you can see, much more organic than her predecessor,” You take her foot, and you press on one of the pads. Her nails are purple, and glow with magic at the joints. The claws are purple, but they don’t click out satisfyingly like a cat’s.
You scowl, but you let your hands go to her feet, slowly rotating her ankle. You can feel her toes curl against you, and a little huff makes her hair ruffle, and you run the pad of your finger across her paw pads, glance at the stream on your phone.
Everyone is asking about her feet, and you snort, grin that grin that you know for a fact has gotten you at least one subscriber, and raise your eyebrows. You let your fingers run across her toes, her sole, and you can hear her whimper and giggle, squirming. The magic seems to be keeping her in place, but you let your hand trail up, to feel her gorgeous tail.
“It’s so soft,” you tell the livestream, and you lean down to rub your cheek against it. Maybe you’ll hump her ass later, and you’ll scratch the base of her tail and make it wag.
The livestream is flooded with suggestions, but the overwhelming one is… tummy.
“Oh my god, you freaks,” you laugh, but it’s an affectionate laugh. As if you’re not just as much of a freak. As if this isn’t a thing you’d think of either. When you glance over, you see that her eyes are leaving two glowing circles on the ceiling. You tilt the phone up towards it. “Check out that glow. That is some potent magic.” You hold your own fingers out, to show off the purple glow off of the pads, and you see an explosion of purple hearts.
You bring your hand up to rub her belly, and you see the twitch of her foot. You grin, letting your fingers sink into the soft fur, and she makes a rumbling sound in her chest. You begin to rub her belly in earnest, letting your phone take in the image of her ears twitching as you rub a little harder.
Animal people don’t like to be reminded of that first word.
You bring your hands up, to cup her breasts. There’s an awkward moment of you juggling the phone, and you jiggle her breasts, knead them. You make a big show of pushing the hem of the shirt up, every inch of skin revealed bringing on a flood of more hearts. You stare, eyes wide, as the bottoms of her breasts are revealed. Then her nipples, and they’re a glowing purple that makes a slow, deep throb of arousal pulse through you.
The whammy (as if whammy is a real thing, and not just something people who can’t afford magitech claim is brainwashing) sinks in, you let your fingers move up, to twist her nipples. The purple magic bleeds into your skin, and you spend a fun half hour or so tweaking her nipples, twisting them, pinching them, sucking on them. You like the fizz of magic across your tongue, and you moan, the way your followers have called “dreamy.”
You've been describing all the pros, her cons - she’s got lovely soft breasts, but they could be bigger. One of her nipples is a little bigger than the other one, and you can feel a scar through the fur.
You like the way her magical pulse beats against your palm. You like the way her breath speeds up, as your own arousal begins to climb and climb. The chat is getting lewder - asking to see her “new addition,” asking to see your mouth on it, your fingers. Asking you to take it inside of you however you can.
You wonder if this is what it’s like to be an animal person - to be this wanted,
Roxy is shaking under you, and you can feel the vibration of her growl. You throw your leg over her hips and bring yourself down just enough to grind through your underwear.
“Do you lovely people want me to lift the kilt?” That’s another popular meme - you’ve seen people do fan art of it. You do something sinuous and wriggly over the length in her panties, and she’s starting to pant now. You watch with interest as her purple eyes seem to pulse in time with the thing that you’re grinding against. “If I get fifty new subs in the next ten minutes, I’ll put my hand in her mouth!”
You stare, transfixed, as the number goes up. Half of them will probably leave after this stream, but you’re riding the arousal as it grows and grows. They love you, and if you shined like the magitech, they’d love you more. They love you as much as anyone can love a human, when there’s magitech around.
You’ll just have to work harder.
“Okay, I see we’ve hit the fifty in two minutes, so I’ll go extra special for you….” You press your fingers against her lips, and then you’re pushing your fingers inside of her mouth. She obediently opens it for you, and you make sure to aim the phone at your fingers in her mouth as you begin to grind your hips a little harder.
You let the phone sweet down to take in just how dirty she looks - her tits are out, her nipples swollen from your mouth and your fingers, her fur pasted down from your saliva. You move it down to the hem of your kilt, where it’s resting on her belly, and you roll your hips, hiding what you’re doing.
“You’ll have to work a little harder than that, if you want to see the good stuff,” you tell them. “I wanna see at least another fifty subs.”
Another, deeper growl from her throat, and you press your fingers a little deeper into her mouth, down on her tongue. You’ve seen videos of her sucking cocks, your own hand moving desperately beneath your pajama pants, but it’s a whole different ballgame seeing her in the flesh like this.
She’s growling harder, and you can feel her jaw begin to tense. You press your hips against her, and you move to filming your face as you bear down on the hardness pressing up into where you’re the most sensitive. You hook your fingers like a fishhook in her cheek, and you come against her, your hips still twitching as it fills you and fills you, until you slump forward, panting.
There’s a flood of pleasure that just has your head spinning, your chest heaving, your tongue lolling out. You can’t stop shaking, and you’re still aroused.
And then she’s surging up under you, snarling. You drop your phone in shock, as her teeth lunge towards your throat, and you’re utterly frozen. This is how I’m going to die, you think, faintly surprised at how calm you are. Her magic is fizzling against your chest, where her tits are pressed into her your chest. Her teeth are slightly purple tinged, and you tremble as they rest against your throat.
“You can’t kill me,” you tell her, and your voice is low. The stream is probably exploding.
“I can’t,” she agrees, and she closes her jaw around your shoulder. “But I’ve been updated.”
“Have you?” You reach up and feel her ears, stroking them between your ears. You’re still aroused, your orgasm soaking into her panties, into the fancy organic strap on you’ve just rubbed off on. She twitches against you like a real cock, and then she’s grabbing you by the shoulders, and you’re being flipped.
You shriek, hold on to your phone tightly. This can’t be a very flattering angle, but you’re forced onto your belly now, your hips being pulled upright. Her knees between your knees, forcing them open, and then your kilt is being flipped up, over your back.
Her teeth in your shoulder, and her claws shred your underwear. Her cock is jabbing against your inner thigh, then pushing between your thighs, and you squeeze it, not sure if you’re giving a thigh job or trying to keep her from mounting up.
“Let your precious viewers see this,” Roxy snarls, and then she’s grabbing the phone. You make a surprised noise, at the hot, fleshy jabbing of her cock - more magic, dragging against your skin, filling you up. Your whole body is going relaxed and comfortable, your face digging into the pillow, your teeth into the sheets. You let her - it’s not like you can do anything else, can you?
She’s bigger than you, she’s stronger than you, she’s better than you, and every surge of magic makes this truer. You gasp as the very tip of her cock catches you, just barely, then loses its bearing, and is fucking your thighs again. Then she adjusts, and you groan as you feel him push you open, slowly pressing in.
“I’m filming it,” she tells you, as she draws her hips back, forces them forward again, almost all the way into you. It’s too big , but somehow it’s perfect. Your eyes slip shut, and you’re not quite ready for it, but somehow it’s perfect anyway.
You’re damp with sweat, your arousal and your orgasm leaving you sticky. You can’t really thrust against her, not with her pinning you like this, but you try, squirming. She’s mumbling about how she’s the best, and how you’re nothing as she fucks into you. Her teeth are sharp and her breath is hot on your shoulder. She’s got a hand on either side of your head, and then her teeth on the back of your neck, just hard enough for it to be felt.
She leans back then, and she’s up on her knees. You can feel her watching the place where your bodies are joined, and you feel the slide of her in and out, smooth and hot and silky. It feels like an organic cock, throbbing inside of you. You don’t know if you want to shove her away or pull her closer, but you wish that she’d slow down.
But oh, she’s already getting thicker. Thick enough that you’re not sure it’s going to fit, but she circles your hips, and you’re all loose and calm from your orgasm. She’s shoving your face down into the pillow, and then she’s shoving something into you that’s huge, stretching you wide. You gasp, but you’re coming before you have a chance to complain, a chance to do anything.
Tingling warmth is filing your whole body up, crawling up your spine, settling in your belly. You’re still trembling, as she tosses your phone onto the bed directly in front of you. “I think your viewers are happy,” she tells you, as she rolls her hips and gives you another spurt of come.
With trembling hands, you reach for it, your fingers glowing purple, your belly slick with your own come. And I didn’t eve get to play with her ears, you think dazedly, then you smile at your viewers at your livestream, and flash a peace sign.
“Be sure to like, comment, and subscribe,” you say, and you give a choked off groan as she gives another thrust, shaking the very teeth in you. “Tune in next time, for when I… when I r-r-rate the experience.”