>>10264812You lay back, stretching out, enjoying the soft bed of your hotel room. On your lap rests your notebook, Kana's chatroom slowly filling up with comments. The soft light of the monitor bathes you, an island in a dark room. It's unfortunate that you can't be home with her tonight but your job demands your attention. If it weren't for this business trip you'd be home with your lovely fox, watching her delivery from your own PC. She's about to begin her stream. Unbeknownst to all of the regulars, tonight is special for the two of you. She's lost a bet with you, and tonight is her punishment game. The little freak agreed to it fairly quickly. You wonder why she loves it so much, but you're okay with it. She taught you to love it, so it's only fair that you share that love with her.
A two liter in the hours before her stream. That's it. Plus a swallow every ten minutes during. That was the deal. You watch the screen, turning up the volume on your headphones. You see Kana spinning in her chair, hearing her music. You miss her old BGM like a long lost friend but this is good too. You're snapped out of your reverie when she suddenly appears on the screen, chatting, greeting everyone. You join in as well. She knows you're watching but this small reassurance is the least you could do, considering what's about to happen. You see her take a swig of a water bottle, emptying it, and setting it out of sight. She HICCs. She spends a good amount of time talking to chat, talking about her day, music, whatever comes to mind. She knows you're watching. You see a slight blush on her pale cheeks. It's beginning. The pressure.
An hour and a half has gone by. She's playing Bloons, talking about how amazing boomerang monkey is. Taking drinks of water. More and more, she's beginning to squirm. At one point she goes off on a tangent, her blush increasing. "Okay guys I need to go to the bathroom!" she says, sounding slightly pained. Suddenly the chat erupts with "Bring mic, take us too!" and such comments. You quickly send a similar message. Reading it, she clicks her teeth and settles back down. She decides to try and distract herself with more Bloons but it's quickly getting out of control. The chat has also noticed her odd behavior, asking her if she's okay. She tries to play it off, stammering, her angelic voice cracking as the final barriers blocking her release start to give way. This is it, the moment you've been waiting for. Your victory dance is near. You experience a hot arousal as you realize what's about to happen.
Kana's face suddenly scrunches up as an intense blush spreads across her face. She clenches her teeth. Her caterpillars drive down in concentration as she reaches up toward the camera, slapping at something. Believing herself to be safe, you see her reach down, out of view. She shifts her tiny body in her massive gamer chair, her glorious white tail lazing behind her, over the armrest. Her cute, fuzzy fox ears lay back in frustration. You hear something. You realize that in her panic, not only has she not cut the camera feed, she has also neglected cutting her mic. You see her lean back, her arm slipping between her legs.
You can't make anything out visually but you can clearly hear her urinating into a plastic water bottle, which you suspect to be the two liter she drank previously. She must have a practiced aim, or she's pressed it directly against the source. Either way, the stream is loud and rushing, her face overcome by a look of intense bliss and lewd arousal as she empties her bladder, not realizing she's doing it in front of hundreds of people. She utters a long, lewd sigh. Chat explodes, but she lays back in a groggy, half-lidded cloud of relief. As her intense need fades and she returns to her body, she realizes what has transpired. Another angry red blush overtakes her face as she moves quickly. With a more steady hand she quickly cuts the stream, stammering some nonsense about how it was all the chat's fault and nothing happened.
You laugh. This girl, this precious stinker, how is she gonna explain this one? You receive a text soon after. "fck u ashole ," it says, followed by a photograph of a half full two liter. Of foxjuice.
