Trapped
What happens when a fox is a little less clever than he thinks he is? There are few that would dare defy the Chimera, and you are about to find out why...
Chris entered the chat room ID into the Tox messenger he had downloaded, then crossed his fingers. To be honest with himself, he barely knew how any of this worked. A few warnings about onion servers and his computer being used as a proxy for encrypted communication popped up, and he hurriedly clicked through all of them. If he deciphered the ARG clues correctly, he was late for the stream already. He was lucky to have got anything useful at all, a post explaining how to open up the latest scrambled file in a midi compiler had been deleted seconds after he saw it, the mods of NullSpace cracking down hard on the controversial "no crowdsourcing" rule.
Elitist pricks he thought. Just because they got lucky last stream, now they are trying to keep everyone else out.
He let out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding when a cheerful "Connected!" message popped up on his screen. It gave way to a classic webstream viewer, but instead of a page of code and anonymous avatar like Chris had been expecting, it was a full screen view of a *very* scantily clad woman, bathed in the light of half a dozen flickering computer monitors. She was wearing fishnet gloves, a crop top, and a sheer black thong. Chris was mesmerized, trying to figure out what species she was. Her ears were large, flicking occasionally, and reminded him of a lynx. The flowing ruff of fur around her neck matched that theory, but her muzzle was longer, more like a wolf. Another look, she had horns? Or were those antlers? Aquamarine, rising just behind her ears. She lounged comfortably in an oversized gaming chair, legs spread lazily, looking at something unseen on a computer screen. Jackalope? Chris thought with a giggle, but then he noticed her long tail, curling behind her, waving like a cat stalking prey. Wait, did she have wings? He was completely spellbound, just watching her.
Chris double checked the Tox address he had plugged in. Was this some sort of troll? No, it seemed to be correct. He just hadn't expected the fearsome ChiMera to be, well, absolutely gorgeous. He couldn't look away from the swell of her breasts, the hollow of her throat, her rainbow wings slowly beating idly, feathers scintillating in artificial light. Yet, if the nearly undisputed king of the darknet was really a gorgeous queen, her secret streams excuses to show off her tits and torture nerds- how had an image never leaked? His eyes flicked to the chat. What did they make of this? Looking great tonight Mer!
OMG I love those panties?! They would look even better on my floor x.x?
Merrrrrr! I got the address right! I'm so happy! It's been months, do you remem....
Ah, the fearsome chimera, trapped at last. Tits or GTFO thot.
Any special toys planned for tonight Chi? Give us a treat!
The chat scrolled along steadily, Chris blushing in response to some of the flagrantly vulgar suggestions they were giving to the poor hacker. He concluded she must really be ChiMera, if the raving of a pack of horny internet trolls could be trusted. She acted like she didn't notice the chat at all, still staring at a screen like she didn't even know she was being recorded.
Ant1Chr1s has joined chat.
1337 members reached. Closing access portal. Welcome nullbots.
Chris jumped a little in his chair. That was his username. He didn't remember entering one into this program, hell he hadn't used that juvenile handle for years. What was going on? On screen ChiMera looked up at the webcam, seeming to stare right at him. Then she smiled.
"Welcome, nullbots," she purred, "Give me just a moment my darlings, and we will really begin." she kept typing away on her auxiliary workstation, but her legs slid apart just a bit more, showing off how her inner thigh faded to a soft cream fur, how the dark spots on her waist curled down onto her hip.
Chat exploded once their patience was acknowledged, the automated notification and her voice waking up the lurkers and early arrivals
Yes! We can get started! All hail the many heads of the chimera!
Congrats everyone! Now TAKE OFF YOUR TOP
Nice nice. Really quick this time huh 'mera? Did we do good?
Will there be a raffle this time? I didn't miss it did I? The chat scrolled furiously, Chris didn't have time to read even half of the messages. Every username was marked with a number- did it keep track of when you joined? Lucky number 1337 huh? I made it just in time Chris thought, and figured he might as well add his voice to the torrent.
"Hi Chimera. First time here. Gotta say I'm a little surprised, I was expecting more coding/clothing haha." he typed out quickly
He read the message again, and started deleting it. Better to lurk for a bit- he didn't want to come off as a-
Hi Chimera. First time here. Gotta say I'm a little surprised, I was expecting mor...
Hahaha look at the pr00de n00b. Mera too much for you dude?
Patience, loser, she hasn't even started yet. This is why the stream should cap viewers...
What, going to ask for help on your taxes next? No white knights bro
Verily milady, Look upon me with thine favor, for I am enlightened and caring...
Chris nearly choked, the message had sent? What? He had started deleting it! Worse yet, ChiMera's glance flicked up to a screen above her head, and she gave a wolfish grin, displaying a pair of fangs.
"Oh a first timer? Welcome AntiChris! Thank you for joining us. I'm sorry I've disappointed you already." she pouted at the camera, and Chris felt a shiver down his spine, her icy eyes holding his from across cyberspace. Then she looked away, and he tried to laugh it off. Way to make an idiot of yourself Chris. Record timing, 5 minutes in the stream and I'm already the clueless noob.
Onscreen ChiMera finally finished her busy work, then spun on her chair and clapped her hands together.
"Sorry for the distracted beginning my loves, had a bit of business to take care of. But now it is all done, so I can truly give you devoted followers the reward you deserve for playing my little games. Was it an enjoyable one this time?" She asked, giving the camera her full undivided attention for the first time.
Chris started typing a response, blushing a bit. Both from getting called out on screen, and because of the way he could see down ChiMera's shirt as she leaned forward towards the camera. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the loose cotton hung free, showing blue nipples peeking out of soft brown fur.
Nice view!
Tits look great as always, thank you queen!
No bra? Ooo, chimera is on the prowl tonight
The game was awesome 'Mera, I really thought it was clever the way you embedded...
Best game. Looking forward to the rewards ??????
The chat scrolled quickly as he typed, Chris unable to focus on it between trying to word his message and ogle his idol. He kept making typos and retyping words, unable to look away.
"Sorry, not dispappointed, jsut not what I wsa isnpecting, shouldve spnet more time looking you up and not studying code I geuss" He hastily typed out, then grimaced at the typos and started trying to mangle it into something legible when the whole message disappeared.
He slammed the desk in surprise, hunched over his laptop, furiously watching the chat. I swear, I know I didn't accidently send it this time. Maybe it is some kind of code to clear the message box? After a few tense moments of watching the chat, listening to ChiMera answer a few questions people had about her cryptography methods he breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like his message hadn't been sent this time. But that was still fishy... He opened up a panel, and started trying to comb through the page's script. What was sending his messages early? Before he could find anything, his quick skimming was interrupted by a pop up window. It looked like, well it looked like a copy of ChiMera in her streaming room, this time posed a little more casually, her legs weren't spread out, and she wasn't leaning forward to show off her breasts, or leaning back to show off her midriff and curves of her thighs. Chris cocked his head. What in the world was this?
Then she spoke to him.
"Oooh, we have a curious little bot tonight, don't we?" She purred, her attitude dripping with predatory malice, no longer the coy creature the main chat was treated to. Chris blanched, then saw that the primary stream was still progressing. There was a little light technical chatter, but it was mostly ?ChiMera teasing an increasingly fervent audience with her body. She had pulled a dildo out from somewhere, and they were shouting countless suggestions for how to use it.
The pop up window taunting him must be some kind of response to inspecting the script, just a pre-recorded message. Very clever. More proof that she actually was the ChiMera, the most wanted hacker of their generation. But, given half a chance, all the internet saw was a pair of tits. Shame on her for encouraging them he thought, and rolled his eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me Chris" the ?ChiMera in the pop up window growled, and it grew to cover most of his screen, blocking out the other window. Chris let out a yelp, and reached out to slam his laptop shut. Could she see him?! What the hell?!
"Ah ah ah" she warned before her could close the screen and hide his webcam. "Don't be so hasty my new little null. Why don't we chat a little bit? I'll answer some of your very very important technical questions. I'm sure you are simply burning with curiosity."
Chris froze, and lowered his hand. The light indicating his webcam was in use blinked on. He could swear it was dark a second ago. Oh god. What had he done? Did Chimera have full control of his PC? He was running the Tox browser in a virtual machine! There should be no way for her to affect his hardware! And how was she chatting to him, and running the main stream? There was no way that was pre-recorded was there?! Was it just a hologram? He tried to minimize the new window, get a better look, but his mouse kept jumping erratically. He flipped it over, something wrong with the laser? No...
ChiMera's voice hissed out of the speakers, breaking into his thoughts, taunting him. "Figured it out yet Chris? Or are you still surprised I slipped out of your cute little virtual machine? You aren't the smartest programmer in the room anymore, my darling number 1337. I hope you can find a way to get used to it." she grinned as Chris spluttered.
"I'm sorry" he apologized to his PC, a sick feeling of dread washing over him. Did he really just piss off an infamous international criminal? Oh god, oh god, I'm way over my head.
"I wasn't, I didn't think, I was the best-" he tried to protest, but she interrupted him again.
"So you just think you are morally superior?" She guffawed in amusement, and continued mocking him. "You think my poor nullbots are so deluded, so shallow, and here you are, the valiant, enlightened AntiChris, far above the base pleasures of naked women. Tch. You and I both know a quick trip through your browsing history will prove that isn't true."
Chris gulped. He tried reaching for the power button on his laptop, anything to shut it off!
"Oh, but look at this..." her voice took on an icy edge. Chris froze as his browsing history flashed on the monitor before his eyes, lingering on the forum post that he had copied to get here.
"You couldn't even figure out my puzzle!?" She was fuming. Her voice had lost any trace of amusement.
"I thought you were just a pathetic prude, a sycophant who deluded himself into thinking he was better than the common rabble. But you are no Icarus, are you? You've never even seen the sun. You aren't clever enough to cheat in an interesting way. You just followed a fucking manual."
The screen flickered and a low droning sound started coming through his speakers. It felt like something was burrowing into his brain. Chris's arm fell back to his side. Pitches, alternating left to right, high and low, a spiralling drone that seemed to make his ears compensate, filling in missing blanks. It sounded like... a voice, whispering to him. He couldn't make out what it was saying. He realized ?ChiMera was talking again.
"Since you are so good at following instructions, how about you just listen to me for a little while?"
He started nodding to himself. Her voice echoing over and over, a buzzing chorus, just inside his head. Listen to me listen to me listen to me listen to me
"This is what you were born to do isn't? I'll make you into a true nullbot, like all the others wish they could be. Just forget all your useless little thoughts. Your body is hardware to be programmed"
Forget forget forget forget forget. Her voice was so nice. He hummed along with it. It was a good sound. His nostrils burned with the scent of ozone.
"Stand up"
He did, tilting his laptop so that he was still in view. He didn't even think about it.
"Turn Around". I want to see all of you." He twirled around slowly. He saw himself on the monitor. A classic red fox, slim, tail wagging slowly. His face was blurred, out of focus...
"Wave Hello" to the other nullbots AntiChris"
He waved. His laptop showed the primary stream again, but he was on camera still, and this time Mera was behind him, her paws on his hips, her tail curling around his legs, her muzzle resting on his shoulder. Was she here?! His breath sped up, he tried to look around but his head moved like molasses. It was so hard. What was he looking for?
The fox on screen didn't struggle. Just kept wagging his tail-
"Strip"
-and then he started to lift his arms, taking off his shirt slowly, grabbing the hem above his flat stomach, showing off his dusty white fur. He felt fabric under his paws, he felt the cool air of the room brush along his spine as he pulled off his shirt. ChiMera's holagram's tail helping him along, curling around his arms, as she giggled in his ear.
"They are all jealous of you right now. If only you knew how lucky you were, how many lonely nights my bots have spent imagining being right, where, you, are."
He could hear her, every word, every breath. He kept thinking she was behind him, but when he turned around, to finish taking off his shirt, bending over, showing off his lithe back and long russet tail, his room was still empty. Even if his mind wasn't.
"Take it all off"
His jeans clung to his ass. He slid his paws under the hem, and started wriggling out of them. He felt his boxers catch, and for a second he struggled, half undressed, trying to disobey. But then they started sliding off too, his tail twitching as his ass was exposed. He looked over his shoulder, his neck ached. He had to see, was he still on stream? The fox on the screen's face was still a blur, but his ears twitched, his head cocked teasingly. Like he was... like he was enjoying this. ChiMera was still there, a hand down her own shorts, biting her lip, making a show of enjoying herself. Enjoying watching him, her other hand holding a glass cockring.
"What do you think, my darlings? Will Prince Charming fit?"
She wasn't talking to him. She was talking to the stream. The chat was a blur, too fast to read. Chris finished stepping out of his clothes, and straightened slowly. He stared longingly at the door to his bedroom- if he could get out of here... out of view of the webcam. He tried to take a step forward-
"Turn Around We want to see your cock"
He turned, slowly, the husky need in his mistress's command telling his body exactly what she wanted. His tail curled around himself, teasing, not showing off his privates yet. The ChiMera hologram on the stream was beaming with pleasure, slipping her hand back out of her shorts to smear her arousal on his blurred nose. His whiskers twitched. It looked so real on screen, he could nearly feel it. He panted. What would she smell like? He wondered.
"If you are very, very good, maybe one day, you will find out" she replied, just for him, just a humming voice in his ears, just a series of overtones and the sympathetic frequency of his own brain, trying to understand what was happening.
"Lower your tail"
He did. He was hard. He felt his cock, throbbing in the air, the slick red length standing tall from his white sheath, heavy balls hanging beneath. He ached, watching, watching the fox on screen, as ChiMera lowered to her knees, running her finger under his length. His cock bobbed under its own weight. He throbbed in need. He couldn't think of anything except what it would be like if she were really here, if he could feel her breath on his member, feel her paw wrap around him... he whined.
ChiMera finished her inspection. She leaned against his hip, wrapping an arm around him, leering at the camera. Her fingers played with that cock ring, the soft blue glass, the same aquamarine as her horns, catching the light somehow.
"What a lucky bot AntiChris is today my darlings! The fortunate last member, a bright and excited first timer. Let's give him his reward!" she crooned, and lowered the ring slowly down his cock.
Chris could feel it. Oh god, he could feel it. He tried to look down, but something caught his chin. He couldn't move his head. All he could see was the strange facsimile of himself on screen, blurred face smiling dumbly, as Chimera stood up and held his muzzle still with one hand, the other twisting that cold glittering jewelry over his cock. She stood on tiptoes, her snout slipping into the fur of his ear.
"Maybe this will motivate you. Until you can return to my stream, without any help, this ring won't let you cum. Your own body will deny you, helping you focus on your... technical deficiencies. Try to become a bit more interesting by then, ok dear?"
Chris fell to his knees, gasping. His body listened to him again. It felt like waking up after a nightmare, the humming gone from his head. He reached down to his cock, it was hard. Even his own paw felt so good. He stroked it, slowly, panting as his balls twitched but he... he couldn't get any relief. He looked back at the screen, and watched as he struggled, his censored face contorted in blurred bliss as his hologram copy faded out, revealing Mera once again sitting in her chair, legs spread, working a suspiciously familiar vulpine toy between glistening folds, her lips gripping every contour of the faux cock. Her rhythm matched his hands' desperate masturbation. He needed... he needed to be withher.
Holy shit, did that just happen for real?
God I wish I was him
Did they set this up before the stream? Was he really the last one to figure it out or...
What a hottie! OMG I love foxes so much, show us his ass again!
Those white balls are going to be blue pretty soon, hehehehe.
I wonder if she will let him save the vod since he was in it... son of a bitch....
ChiMera giggled at chat as it scrolled furiously, her anger evaporating in an instant, now that she had dealt with him. Chris was still in shock, just curled up on the floor, trying to ignore the aching need between his thighs. He was afraid if he tried to move he might get her attention again. His body shuddered in aroused agony as he heard her, still yearning for her touch more than anything.
"Now, that was a fun way to start a stream. But I have so many many more rewards to give out my darlings. For instance, I heard a rumour that one of you clever bots posted the solution to my riddle online... Who could that have been, hmm?
Don't all volunteer at once now..."