FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

-1-

Ugh.

Glassware was so expensive these days, Stella grumbled to herself. Getting her hands on enough chemical materials for her experiments was already enough to worry about, but now... essentially, she had to choose between chemicals and no way to mix them, or glassware with nothing to mix.

Thus, the grumbling.

The door to her room opened, and her expression grew microscopically more irritated as her sanctum was disturbed. She glanced over her shoulder.

"Excuse me." Sylvan said, giving her a nervous smile and lifting up a plate. "Gathering dishes."

Stella turned back to her computer to glare at the high numbers, as Sylvan poked around her room a bit and collected her empty cups.

Frowning again, she turned to watch him, if only to make sure he didn't disturb anything he wasn't supposed to.

He bent down, tensing his body as he cautiously balanced a few mugs in his arms and picked up another with a ribbon. In such a compromising position, Stella couldn't help but get an idea.

Her brother had a nice body. It could be improved, of course, but it was an excellent foundation. With a few... modifications, it might be just the solution she needed to her little finance problem.

She tapped her chin lightly as he hefted the pile of mugs up and cautiously heel-toed his way out of the room, going over her plan again and again. Yes, it certainly wasn't anything she couldn't do with ease.

---

Sylvan didn't hear much from his sister. It wasn't anything personal or something like that, she just was a lot more interested in her experiments than she was with socializing with her little brother. It was totally understandable!

As was his surprise at receiving a text from her in the evening. In typical Stella fashion, it was 100% instruction and 0% explanation. "Dinner in the dining room at 6." Sylvan took a few minutes to appreciate how truly efficient it was - not a word out of place, just the time, place, and instruction.

As precise as science, he supposed.

Still though, it was more than enough to pique his curiosity. Stella was hardly one to want to socialize.

Maybe she had a surprise for him?

When the time came, he made his way there, and opened the door just a crack to peek inside.

The dining room was large and ornate, much like the rest of the mansion he lived in, but for some reason, Stella had decided to light the room only with candles. Sylvan gazed over the room, entranced by the soft orange glow that made every piece of silverware shine and shimmer as they reflected the flickering light.

If he didn't know any better, he'd think Stella had invited him to a date.

...She hadn't, right?

"Come in." She instructed, causing Sylvan to blush slightly as he realized how long he'd spent gawking partway through the door.

Quietly, he entered and shut the door behind him, and took the seat Stella had prepared for him, at the far end of the table from the awaiting Espeon. Her lavendar fur also seemed to glow in the dim light, and Sylvan figured that he also probably looked strange, reflecting so much orange light.

Once he was seated, and his attention was on the delicious-looking meal in front of him, he felt much more at ease.

"Thank you for coming, Sylvan." His big sister said, measuredly.

"Of course, Stella." He replied, unconsciously mimicking her formal tone.

After a slight nod of approval, he dug into his meal, though after the first few bites, he realized that Stella wasn't eating. She was still as a statue, and instead seemed to prefer watching him.

...Wait a moment.

Intense watching? Overly formal tone?

Well, yes, those were normal Stella things, but they were also the early warning signs for an experiment.

Which was, of course, also a normal Stella thing, but Sylvan had developed a taste for not being experimented on without his knowledge, or consent.

Quietly, he set his silverware down and folded his hands. Stella continued to watch him, her expression unchanged.

He only hoped the experiment hadn't already began as soon as he started eating. Though, knowing Stella, that wasn't really her style. More likely, it was a bribe. She'd butter him up with a tasty meal, mention offhand that she'd like his help with a little test, and the next thing he knew, she'd be holding his agreement over his head for the next few weeks.

As if on cue, she spoke up.

"I have a proposition for you, Sylvan." She said, quietly. He had to strain his ears a bit to hear her all the way across the table.

"Oh?" He answered, after a brief pause that indicated she was waiting for his input.

He had to be very careful. He made a note to himself to listen as carefully as he could, and not to agree to anything too vague or open-ended. Stella wasn't unfair, but she did have a knack for fine print. As long as he was careful, though, he was sure he wouldn't get roped into anything.

"It will be mutually, beneficial, of course." She began. "You'll want to accept it, I'm certain. That is, of course, if you listen to everything I have to say." She spoke slowly, monotonously. Every word lead seamlessly into the next, so much so that even the tiny gaps between sentences were too small for him to even consider getting a word in.

Sylvan set his jaw slightly. Had to stay focused.

"You've helped me with experiments in the past. I would go so far as to say you're an excellent and receptive subject, when in the right mindset and mood." She continued, beginning to gently tap a claw on the table as she spoke. "That's precisely why I'd like to solicit your help once more."

Sylvan took a deep breath and sighed, and found himself blinking repeatedly. His head felt... strangely heavy. It took him a moment to realize that Stella was still talking.

"...longer term experiment." She finished.

Sylvan blinked and perked back up to alertness, briefly.

"Uhh, sorry, could you repeat that?" He asked.

"Of course. I was just saying that while in the past, the experiments you've participated in have been brief, this particular instance involves a longer term experiment. It will - assuming you agree to participate, of course, which you will - occur over a number of weeks, possibly extended to months."

Sylvan rubbed his eyes. He couldn't - she was using too many words.

"Sis, could you... uhh..." He mumbled, dimly realizing how difficult it was to keep his eyes open. He took another deep breath and his head swam. "Could you... Sorry, could you, uhh... use... less... words?"

"Of course." She said. "You're going to agree to an experiment with me in a few minutes. That experiment will be your primary focus over the next few months. You'll enjoy it."

Right. The experiment. He was looking forward to that, he was... pretty sure. As sure as he was about anything right now.

He just felt... fuzzy. Warm. It was hard to hold his head above the table, his ears were dropping. He could barely keep his eyes on the Espeon sitting across the table from him, who watching him calmly, expressionlessly. He knew there was something he was supposed to remember, but right now the best he could do was to try to keep sitting up.

"Do you understand what you're going to do?" She asked.

"Do?" He replied, dimly. "I... no?"

"Please listen carefully." She said, patient and slow as ever. "Please breathe deeply and slowly. I want you to listen very carefully to me." She explained. "You're going to fall asleep shortly. A small part of you will remain awake, attentive, listening to me and following my instructions. The rest of you will fall asleep."

Fall asleep? What was she saying? A small part of him nodded in understanding while the rest of him spiraled downward into a deep, warm abyss.

"Wipe up your drool. Use your napkin." Stella instructed.

Clumsily, as if controlling someone else's body, he managed to move his hand and pick his napkin. He felt fuzzy, muted surprise as he pressed it to his chin and found it soaked. How long had he been drooling?

"Good boy." Stella said, pulling his eyes back up to hers. She lifted her hand and flicked her wrist, and with a flash of the gem on her forehead, every candle in the room was snuffed out. A thin wisp of smoke from the candles nearby drifted to his nose. He took a long, deep breath and his mind fogged over.

The smell made his eyes roll up and his jaw drop open, limply. Had it been doing that the whole time?

"Now sleep." Stella said, as Sylvan's gaze locked dreamily onto her glowing eyes, the only source of light in the room. She stood, and Sylvan drifted off listening to her soft, approaching footfalls.

Before he knew it, she had cupped his hand under his chin and pulled his back up to hers, three points of lavender light as the gem on her forehead also began to glow.

"Good boy. Now, most of you is deeply asleep. I'm speaking only to that little part of you still awake, still listening, still following my instructions." She began. "It will listen very carefully to me. It will remember all of my instructions, even as the rest of you does not. Do you understand? Say 'Yes, Miss.'"

"Yes, Miss." He slurred, surprised at his own volume. Speaking seemed impossible, until the words were given to him.

"Good boy."

It was quiet. Sylvan could hear only the sound of his own breathing as he stared up at Stella's eyes. He might have wondered what she was thinking about, if he could put a coherent thought together.

As it was, though, his mind was quiet and empty.

"Now." She began. "You're beginning to realize something. A truth that you believe with all of your heart." She paused. "When you see my eyes, and only my eyes, in darkness, as you do now, you feel very at ease. Don't you, Sylvan?"

"Mhmm." He hummed.

"You feel relaxed, calm. You feel suggestible and compliant. You feel receptive. And most importantly, you feel sleepy."

It was true. He did feel all of those things. How could he not have realized this before?

"You feel so sleepy, that you find yourself drifting down into this place every time you see what you see now. My eyes, in the dark. It's enough to put almost all of you into a comfortable nap. Leaving, of course, that little part that loves to listen and remember and obey. That's what you're doing now, isn't that right?"

"Yeahh..." He mumbled, as she continued.

"And it's what you'll do each time. Each time you see my eyes as they appear now, you'll find yourself feeling as you do now." She said, scritching gently under his chin and sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. "Soft, compliant, receptive. Do you understand that, Sylvan?"

"Yeahhh." He replied.

"Good boy." She said, and he nearly closed his eyes as joy washed over him. She gave him another chin scritch, and he melted into her hand a little.

"And another thing, Sylvan." She continued, making his ears twitch. He really liked when she said his name. It excited him, in a strange way.

"You're very happy with how you look, aren't you? But you could look so much better." She said. "You have a great foundation, don't you think? But wouldn't you look even better if you gained a little muscle, Sylvan?"

"Mhmmm."

"Just think of how much more confident and sexy you could be. Think of how much you'd love to be the best you can be."

A rush of excitement welled up in him. He would look so sexy, wouldn't he? Just a bit more muscle could make all the difference.

"And you're thinking about it now. How good you'd look. And how much you want to make these thoughts become a reality. Of course, you'll have to work for it, but you don't mind dedicating yourself to this at all. It'd be so worth it, wouldn't you agree?"

All he could do was pant softly and weakly lick at her wrist. He'd become so aroused at the thought of putting on muscle, of looking good, of being sexy, he'd started squirming slightly in his seat.

Stella rewarded him appropriately, with a little chin scritch.

"You'll think about this a lot. You'll dream about it, I'm sure. This will become your new obsession." He nodded into her hand, weakly, and she gave him another scritch.

"Good boy. I think that's more than enough for a first session." She said, gently dropping his chin and letting him look down at the table. Silently, she moved behind him, and whispered in his ear.

"Now, you'll stand up, and sleepwalk your way to your bed. You'll fall into a deep, restful sleep, and the part of you that's already asleep will remember nothing. Is that right?" She asked.

"Yes, Miss." He mumbled down at the table.

"Good boy. Up you go." She said.

He felt his body rise, and stumble behind her, quietly, as if in a dream. He was asleep long before he finally collapsed into his bed.

-2-

Sylvan yawned and sat up, suddenly deciding that he'd spent enough time lying awake in bed. The early morning light trickled in his window and gently warmed his fur as he stood up and stretched, pulling out of his blankets before realizing he was fully clothed.

Gosh. He must have been really exhausted last night, he thought to himself, as stripped down out of his stale clothing. He stretched again, enjoying the freeing feeling of being completely nude, before he caught a glimpse of his reflection and paused.

He didn't look any different, he didn't think. But somehow, he felt very different about his appearance. He padded a little closer and stared at himself, twisting and flexing and posing as he admired his naked body. He looked pretty good.

Could be better, though, he thought to himself as he flexed and gazed longingly at his somewhat lacking physique. It was definitely a start, but not something he couldn't improve upon. He should start a workout routine.

Something else caught his attention in the mirror. He felt the briefest instant of terror as he realized that it was a set of eyes behind him - purple, and softly glowing. Stella's eyes.

And yet, in just that instant, his terror also dissipated and found himself relaxing, and watching as the eyes drew closer, until they were just over his shoulder.

"Good boy, Sylvan." She purred into his ear, reaching around him and gently running a finger down his abs. "You're looking good today, don't you think? A very good start."

He nodded serenely. He felt... heavy. Calm. He was almost certain that this was all a bizarre dream. After all, why else would he have such little reaction to his sister seeing him like this? He must be dreaming.

"How do you feel, Sylvan?" She asked.

"Good." He mumbled, a thin stream of drool running down his chin as he spoke.

"That's good, Sylvan. You can focus on your body again, now." Stella replied.

He obeyed, smiling slightly as his gaze slid up and down his body again.

"You're very proud of this body, aren't you, Sylvan?" She asked slowly, gently rubbing at his biceps.

"Mhmm." He hummed.

"As you should be." She noted, matter-of-factly. Sylvan felt a rush of pride overtake him, and he swayed a little in her gentle hold. His eyes drifted back to hers, and she calmly returned his eye contract through the mirror.

She was smiling at him. Dimly, he realized how aroused he was. His exposed body could hide no details, and his dick rising to full mast and throbbing eagerly in front of him was especially obvious, as well as the thin trickle of feminine fluids down his inner thighs.

He didn't mind, though. His body was so sexy. He liked showing it off.

"Good boy, Sylvan." Stella whispered, making him shiver. "Such a sexy body you have. It's only natural to be aroused by it. You'll be even more aroused by it the bigger and stronger it becomes."

He nodded, drool from his chin dripping down onto his drooling erection and making him giggle dumbly.

"And I'm going to help you, Sylvan." She said, stepping to the other side of him and running a finger down his back. "I made this for you."

She closed his fingers around a bottle with a thick, faintly pink liquid splashing around inside. Gently, she bent his arm around to his face, opened the cap, and brought it to his lips.

"Drink." She instructed calmly, and he did so. She guided his movements, even lifting his chin up with a finger, as not to spill a single drop of his precious "shake". It tasted strange, but sweet enough that Sylvan had no objections to draining the whole bottle.

"You'll be drinking one of these a day." She explained. "You enjoy drinking them. They make you stronger, and sexier. You'll always look forward to having your drink before your workout. Isn't that right?"

Sylvan hummed an affirmative, his eyes half-lidded as he purred softly at his reflection and the softly glowing eyes behind him.

And then, before he knew what was happening, they were gone, and he was alone.

He blinked a few times and looked around, the memory already fading away, slipping through his fingers like fine sand as he tried to recall it. With another few blinks, all that remained was a distant, vague sense that he'd forgotten something.

He looked down and bit his lip slightly. His dick was still completely erect, throbbing and drooling precum onto the floor. He'd have to take care of this before starting his day.

---

It'd only been a few weeks, but Sylvan's transformation was undeniable. His lithe frame had been refined into attractive, muscular, sculpted body.

And he was proud. His new morning routine was continually changing to accommodate more and more time solely dedicated to admiring himself in the mirror as he flexed, smiled, posed. Each time, he had to follow it up with some... relief, and then he did his morning workout. He couldn't help himself, and he couldn't say which felt better.

Today wasn't any different. He awoke, rolled out of bed, and padded groggily to his mirror to flex and wish himself a good morning. He openly stroked himself, leaning back and admiring his flexing abs as he fingered his pussy and pumped at his dick.

If he didn't know better, he'd think it'd gotten bigger too.

A strange feeling washed over him, and his focus shifted up to a set of purple lights. Instantly, his body relaxed, and he felt his mind quieting. His head felt like it was full of directionless activity, like it was buzzing with thoughts that he couldn't understand.

The beautiful, familar set of eyes drew closer, and his trance rapidly deepened, like the floor had fallen out beneath him. He was weightless now, held aloft only by the soft purple glow.

"Good morning." Stella said.

"G'mornin'..." Sylvan mumbled. It was difficult to speak much louder than a whisper.

A gentle hold on his wrist lightly tugged him toward his bed, and he followed it obediently. His eyes closed, and he simply allowed himself to be led as if he were asleep.

The comforting feeling led him back to his bed, and with a gentle push, he fell backward onto it.

He was so comfortable, just laying there, purring softly, almost asleep.

"Sylvan." Stella said. "Sit up, please."

He obeyed, pulling himself into a sitting position. A smile spread across his face as he realized that he could see his reflection once more. Stella must have moved the mirror.

His smile grew as he saw her eyes once more, hovering just over his shoulder as she climbed gracefully onto his bed behind him.

"Look how far you've come, Sylvan." She said. He lit up, giggling at her praise and flexing slightly at himself in the mirror.

"You should be proud of your progress. Very proud. Very pleased, at how quickly you've improved yourself. You've become more than just sexy, haven't you, Sylvan?" She whispered into his ear, making his brain melt into a pot of bubbling pleasure.

Everything she said was just so... true. So right. He WAS proud. He couldn't even look at himself in the mirror without getting turned on.

"You've become irresistible." She whispered. That was the right word. Irresistible. "And now... it's only natural that you'll want to show yourself off."

Show himself off?

"It's only natural, Sylvan. You're so attractive. So confident in your body now. You can imagine how others might react - how others might want to admire you. That excites you, doesn't it?" She said, gently twisting one of his ribbons around a finger as she spoke.

It did excite him. Being admired, lusted after. Flexing and posing for the whole world to see, and revere.

"It excites you to show off to others. You find it arousing to be on display, to be admired. To be lusted after. You love showing yourself off. You love flaunting yourself, and looking good. You want everyone to see how irresistible you've become."

Arceus, he really did.

"Why don't you, Sylvan?" She purred into his ear. "Wouldn't it be so much fun to show yourself off to everyone?"

It would. Gosh, he couldn't think of anything more exciting. He could barely think of anything at all, but picturing an audience of people, all lusting after him, egging him on, urging him to show and do more... he was throbbing against his chest, each pulse of his dick leaving a thick string of precum on his fur, each little clench of his slit dampening his bed with a rush of fluids.

"You don't need anything but that recognition, do you? You'd accept tips and donations, but you'd give them all to me. Each one will give you so much pleasure, but the money doesn't matter to you - only the idea that they want to see more of you." She whispered, speaking quickly. Sylvan began to breathe shallower and faster, subconsciously following the tone of her voice as his ears folded back and he weakly humped the air.

"Good boy, Sylvan. You know what you're going to do, don't you? You're going to star in your own show, and nothing will make you happier. Nothing will feel better than being lusted after, than being an object of lust. And you'll give every last penny to me. Understood, Sylvan?"

He did understand. It was true - he didn't care about the money at all. He had no use for it. He had everything he needed already.

"Good boy. Very good."

The eyes were suddenly in front of him. Really in front of him, not just in the mirror.

"You'll pleasure yourself to the idea of this until you climax. That climax will be the best you've ever had, and it will drive you to turn this fantasy into a reality. Today, you will set up an account and begin posting pictures of yourself for everyone to see."

He nodded eagerly, drooling onto his chest.

She repeated herself, slower, and Sylvan couldn't stop himself from drooling more. It was his entire reality.

"And as always..." She purred, leaning closer. "You won't remember I was here, will you? I'll fade from your memory. This was your idea, wasn't it, Sylvan?"

He whimpered in agreement, and before he knew it, she was gone.

And he was left alone, to his new fixation.

His eyes focused once more on his needy reflection, hovering on his chiseled abs slicked with pre. His breath hitched, and he just watched himself throb and leak for a few minutes, before finally succumbing to his growing need.

Just watching his own hand close around his hot, heavy dick and begin to stroke it was more than enough to push him over the edge.

-3-

Sylvan's thumb claw lightly tapped the screen of his phone as he scrolled down through the comment section on a picture from a few nights ago. His other hand was between his legs, idly playing with his slit as he read.

"Damn what a fucking cutie"

"I wanna sit on his lap and kiss his neck and feel those arms pushing me down on his-"

Huff.

It hadn't started this way. He'd just started posting the occasional picture of himself a few weeks ago, mostly innocent. His first few had been (almost) fully clothed, with only a little posing here and there.

That phase didn't last very long, though.

It was a little embarrassing at first, just how excited he was by lustful comments asking him to show more, but he couldn't deny the fire it fueled inside him. Before long, he was posting more than once a day, teasing a little more skin every time.

His audience grew. And as it grew, it wanted more.

His first nude picture had tripled his follower count overnight. The reaction to his audience learning he was endowed with... both "additions" had excited him down to his core. It was then that he had the idea to monetize his looks.

It was just such an exciting idea - being so incredibly lusted after that people were willing to pay him, just to see pictures of him.

Just pictures.

Tonight, it would be more than that. In his journey of escalating and escalating exhibitionism, he'd agreed to a live stream - a public one, open to everyone, just to show people what they'd be missing in future, subscriber-only streams.

Public. Open to everyone.

The words circled around his head, and he stroked himself a little faster.

No, no. Shouldn't get too riled up yet. Had to save himself for his audience.

With a huff, he rolled over in bed and looked down, over his body, and at the dick laid across his abs.

He could hardly wait for the stream to start.

...He could go over his prep work again, though.

It was probably too much, he thought to himself. Unsure of how long the stream would last, how he'd keep everyone's attention, or what people wanted to see, he'd assembled pretty much everything he could think of: toys, rope, different outfits, the works.

It was all stacked haphazardly on a table next to his desk, all freshly cleaned, ready for use. He also had a comically large bottle of lube he'd recently bought, primed and ready.

Stella had been nice enough to lend him a webcam, which was also set to go.

There wasn't any more prep to do. He just had to keep his composure until the stream started, and stop himself from jerking off.

It was a lot easier said than done. He took a deep breath and picked up his phone again. Couldn't hurt to post a few pictures to hype up the stream even more, he supposed...

---

"Hi everyone!" He said, glancing nervously between his camera and monitor to make sure he was coming through okay. "Can you hear me?" He asked, leaning a little closer to the microphone.

A few seconds later, the chat filled up at blinding speed, dozens of eager affirmatives that they could hear and see him.

Sylvan swallowed, blushing slightly and leaning back in his chair to stretch. He couldn't help but smile a little wider as the chat had another burst of activity.

"Welcome! Nice to see - wow, 250 viewers, right from the start, that's amazing!" He said, watching the number go up even as he spoke. "I guess we should get started." He said, stretching again and twisting in his seat.

Finally, he worked up the courage, and stood up. Slowly, he pushed his chair back and turned slowly, swishing his tail and ribbons behind him and tugging his pants up a little. He glanced over his shoulder, and shivered as a few donations came in.

"Oh, uh, thank you, 'sheepish bre' for the donation." He said, flexing a little in front of the camera. It occurred to him that he didn't really have a good way of rewarding people for donations.

A wave of uncharacteristic anxiety hit him. He bit his lip, and read through the chat, trying to find his confidence in the buzz of excitement, and yet...

"Sylvan." He heard, off to his left. He jolted and muted his microphone, and then looked over to see Stella standing in his doorway.

"Stella! Hey, uhh, I'm just about to start the stream, so, you might wanna, uhh, not be in here, haha." He laughed, nervously.

Stella frowned, slightly.

"Nervous?" She asked.

"...A little." He admitted.

"I see." She replied.

Her eyes lit up with a bright flash, and Sylvan felt his mind clouding and slipping away from him. Before he could even realize what was happening, he was staring, empty-headed, at the Espeon in his doorway.

"Look back at the camera." She instructed him. And he obeyed.

"Don't worry about me. You've already forgotten I am here." She continued, her voice slowly shifting until it sounded like he was coming from inside Sylvan's head. "Your audience cannot hear me. For tonight, my voice is your thoughts. You will trust and obey my voice without question." She said. Sylvan nodded to himself.

"Good boy. Unmute your microphone and assure your audience that things will continue as planned." She instructed.

Sylvan obeyed. "Hey everyone, don't worry, we're gonna continue as planned." He said.

"Smile." Stella instructed.

And Sylvan obeyed.

"Thank you so much for the donations, those of you who've donated." Sylvan said.

"You're going to play a game with the donations. Tell them." Sylvan thought to himself. Or something like that.

"We're gonna play a game with the donations tonight." He said, before obediently waiting for his next line.

"For every goal met, you'll try something new." She whispered.

"For every goal we'll meet, I'm gonna try something new."

"We'll start with taking my clothes off. Then we'll move to that big pile of toys I posted a picture of." He said, confidently repeating Stella's words as his smile grew. "We'll start with just $10 per article of clothing, does that sound good?"

The chat enthusiastically agreed, and within a few minutes there were about a dozen donations.

"Wow! That's a lot." He said, without Stella's prompting. "Let's see - wow, already at $42. Guess that doesn't leave me with much, does it?" He said, standing up and making a show of stripping out of his jacket and shirt first.

"Jacket, shirt... I guess pants next." He said, pulling them down and wiggling his ass in front of the camera a little before kicking them out of frame. "And one more. Socks it is!" He said, sitting back in his chair and giving his stream a nice view of his paws as he peeled his socks off one by one. He even gave them a little toe wiggle, and the chat exploded with "HUFF" and "RRUFFF".

"Good boy, Sylvan." He heard inside his head. "Very good. Just relax, and keep going. And notice how it feels better and better as you go. More and more exciting, to feel their looks on your body."

He swallowed as his eyes rolled up a little, before he focused on the camera again and gave it a winning smile.

In an instant, another rush of donations. He giggled excitedly as his viewer count spiked, and his phone began buzzing with notifications as people started tagging his stream.

"Well, gosh, we're already at $79 - aw, did someone try to make it $69? Darn - but we're way past clothing now, aren't we? Guess these have to go." He said, standing up once more and turning away from the camera for a moment, only to pause.

"Well, hey, chat, you've earned the right to choose - do you want me to face towards or away from you as I pull them off?" He asked.

An explosion of activity. Hundreds of viewers, all clamoring to type "AWAY" or "TOWARDS" in all caps. Sylvan giggled, leaning over to his desk to scroll up and down the chat, trying to get a sense of which seemed to have higher support.

"Looks like more people said 'away.'" He observed. "You guys really like looking at my butt, huh? Well, alright, I can do that." He said, standing up straight again and slowly turning around with a wiggle of his hips.

"If I knew you guys wanted to see me do this so bad," he said, voice slightly muffled from its distance from the microphone, "I definitely would have made this cost a little more."

Without any further stalling, he hooked his thumbs under his underwear and slowly dragged them down as he leaned forward, wiggling his ass a little as he went and giving the camera a show of his tail and ribbons bobbing with it.

Even as he heard his phone buzzing again, he didn't pick up the pace. He loved the anticipation. Every single viewer he had was fixed to their screens right now, watching him. Gently, he pressed his ribbons into his ass cheeks and pulled them apart, just for a moment.

He spread his legs a little more and smiled over his shoulder, watching as the chat erupted with excitement and emotes as they finally got a good look at both of his eager holes.

Huff. Fuck.

Finally, his underwear made it down to his thighs, and he turned around, wrapping a ribbon around his hard shaft and stroking at it as he leaned back and put his hands behind his head, the other ribbon lifting with his balls to show off his drooling snatch.

There were about 20 more donations waiting for him.

"Gosh, you guys really enjoyed that, huh?" He asked, chuckling lightly and sauntering forward, a ribbon still pumping at his dick. "You don't even know what the next goal's gonna be!"

He used his other ribbon to push his underwear the rest of the way down and he kicked it aside, and then gave the camera another little turn.

He wasn't sure where to go from here.

"Don't stroke yourself so fast." He abruptly thought to himself, slightly jarring to hear the voice after having thought on his own for a little while. "Tell them they've already earned a little ribbonjob show, but getting a better look at your ass will cost them $200."

"Alright, alright." Sylvan said, unfurling the ribbon from his dick and just letting in throb in view of the camera for a little. "You guys earned watching me rub myself for a bit there, but if you get a better look at my ass, we'll need to hit-"

He blinked, and leaned in to look at the donation count better.

"Wow, alright, that's $209 already." He said. "You guys are really enjoying this!" He said, leaning back again and giving the camera another flex. Then, without any warning, set one paw on his chair and spread his legs out a little. He gave his ass a little wiggle as he pumped a spurt of lube onto his hand, and then, slowly, pushed a lubricated finger up into his hole.

Sylvan wasn't new to playing with his ass - obviously, owning all the toys - but something about being watched by... He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at the camera, then down at the screen to check - almost a thousand people!

It made it so hot he felt like he was going to burst.

"Good boy, Sylvan." He heard between his ears, and he couldn't contain his long, low moan.

The chat REALLY enjoyed that.

"Good boy. More of that."

He obeyed, pushing his finger a little deeper and arching his back slightly as he let out a longer moan, his aching pussy drooling with fluid and dripping onto the floor as his arousal doubled and tripled.

"Fffuck." He whimpered. "I'm really pent up right now. How about we switch to my smallest toy at... $300?" He asked.

The donations started trickling in, as the chat filled a lust-driven frenzy. "DONATE YOU COWARDS" was spammed so much, Sylvan distantly noted that he should probably find a moderator for next time.

Gosh. Next time.

As the donation total slowly ticked up, he made sure to keep people motivated by making a good show of arching his back and fingering his hole. At some point, he pushed two fingers into his aching pussy, one still deep in his ass, and really went to town on himself. He fingered himself fast and deep, moaning and bending over lower, leaving nothing to the imagination but what it might look like with something bigger than fingers.

When it passed the $270 mark, he picked up the toy from his table and showed it off to the camera, before lifting it to his lips and eagerly taking it halfway into his mouth.

The last $30 wasn't far behind. Sylvan barely had time to give the thing a little coat of spit before the total jumped to $326.

"And there it is!" He said, pulling his finger free with a satisfied sigh and sitting down in his chair. He gave his dick a few quick strokes before putting his paws up on his desk and slicking the toy up with a few pumps from his lube bottle.

He gave the camera another little toe wiggle, before curling them as he pushed the toy up into him ass with gritted teeth, one hand playing with his clit the entire time. As it finally sunk in to its base, he panted lewdly, his dick drooling pre into the thin fur on his abs. He smiled tiredly at the camera, tongue hanging from his mouth slightly.

"More, Sylvan." He heard inside his head. "You're doing so well. But you can do more. You want to do more, don't you?"

"Mhmmm." He hummed, closing his eyes slightly, before snapping back to his semi-waking state.

"Fuck, that feels nice. But I'm sure you all want to see how big the toys get, and if I can take them all, so let's see some more donations!" He said, reaching over and hefting the biggest toy he had - a model of a Scolipede dick - and giving it a lick. "Maybe we'll even get to see this one tonight?"

Another rush of pleasure that added a little more pre to his fur. The chat had exploded again, donations pouring in at a record pace his viewer count began to steadily rise again.

So it went, Sylvan constantly changing positions, going from his hands and knees on his chair, ass right in front of the camera, both holes stuffed completely with plugs, to standing and just flexing his dick for the camera to watch it bob up and down, to leaned in, interacting with his chat and answering questions, between planting big, wet kisses on the dildo suction-cupped to his desk.

Every time things seemed to slow down, he heard that voice in his head again, spurring him onward to higher highs of exhibitionist pleasure. Sometimes it was so much he was drooling on himself, something chat was quick to notice and gush over.

Chat really liked his different outfits, especially the tight-fitting ones they could still see the base of the toy lodged in his ass through. His "gym bro" outfit seemed to be especially popular, especially when he'd flex and turn around, showing off the quietly-buzzing base of his vibrating plug through his thin gym shorts.

Though his (admittedly incomplete) silk harem-boy outfit was also a smash hit, the transparent silk accentuating his musuclar body, exceedingly needy dick, and the pussy between his legs stuffed with vibrating toys that kept him squirming in his seat between lewd poses.

It was around the $2000 mark that he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fuck, guys. I've been teasing and edging myself all night, I really need to cum right now." He admitted with a quiet whimper. "But you've all been so good, so many donations - how do you wanna see it?" He asked, sitting down and leaning in to read the chat as he stroked himself with one hand.

The chat was far too fast to read, flooded with the eager suggestions of thousands of viewers.

"Aw - you wanna see me take the big toy? I don't know..." He said. "I'm pretty tired, haha. I'm worried if I sink down onto it I won't be able to stand up, and I'll just be stuck there to the floor." He half joked, half actually worried.

"Not the big toy, Syvlan. Save that for next stream." The loud voice in his mind commanded. "The Serperior one will do for tonight."

He nodded weakly as his eyes refocused. "But I guess I could use this one." He said, reaching over and plucking his thick, twin-shafted Serperior dong from the mix and showing it off to the camera, complete with a few affectionate kisses. "You guys wanna see me take this one?"

Again, the chat was too fast to read, but he gathered the general consensus to be "FUCK YES."

"Alright! I can definitely do that." He said, scooting his chair back and adjusting his camera so it could see the space on the floor just in front of his desk. He smiled up at the camera and then pressed the dildo's suction up onto the floor until it was good and stuck in place.

He probably used a quarter of his lube bottle, pumping more and more and slicking the whole thing down. He'd taken this toy a few times before, but always with difficulty. It was huge, after all.

"Alrighty, here we go." He said, positioning himself over and it and pushing one tip under the base of his tail, and the other right below his other entrance. "Hnng. Arceus, it's a big one. In future streams, I'll make sure I have a second camera to get a closeup." He said, shivering slightly as he began to lower himself, slowly.

He wiggled his hips lightly and huffed with effort as he slowly sank down onto it, his dick throbbing hard into the open air as the toy disappeared, inch by inch, under his tail. The camera could still see the front of the two shafts sliding up into his partially visible slit, stretching it wide open.

"Fffuck. Not sure if I can take the whole thing, gosh." He said, though he knew it was a lie. He was going to take this entire toy.

"Good boy. Slower now, don't hurt yourself." He heard, relaxing him further and allowing him to take another inch with a needy whimper. "When you hit the bottom of the toy, the arousal of taking such a large toy in front of an audience of thousands will combine with the raw pleasure of being such a good, obedient camslut."

Fuck, fuck. He could cum now, just hearing those words. He moaned loudly and bit his lip as he sank down a little more. The chat was at a fever pitch, emotes and caps flying by as he neared the base of the toy.

"Almost. Feel it building up. The grand finale. You're so ready, Sylvan. Just a few more inches." The dominant voice continued, making Sylvan's eyes cross lightly as he drooled on his chest a little. He could make it. Just a few more inches.

"Hahhhh. Fuckk, fuck, almost..." He whimpered, sinking lower and lower, until -...

With a long, wanton sigh, Sylvan sank all the way down the base of the toy. He felt entirely full, the toy making two huge bulges in his stomach that were visible on camera. He quivered, his cock throbbing between his legs.

"Good boy. Cum." The voice commanded.

"Nnngghhh- hahh, fuckkk!" Sylvan whimpered, suddenly losing it all onto the floor between his paws. So much pent up lust from hours of showing himself off, so much raw pleasure, even without the incredible sensation of being completely full of (synthetic) Serperior cock, all came rushing out in thick, heavy ropes that painted the floor of his room in a huge mess of sweet Sylv seed.

Sylvan shuddered and clenched around the toy, shooting a few more ropes onto the floor before reaching a ribbon down and stroking himself a little more, only to retract it and eagerly suckle the cum from it. He reached down with both his ribbons and stroked himself more, draining the last of his cum onto the mess of white ropes before him.

He was panting hard, throwing his head back and just breathing up at the ceiling.

In the time it took for him to get from tip to base of that toy, he'd made almost a thousand more dollars.

-e-

Stella smiled and rapped her fingers on her desk, watching the donation count surpass ten times her expenses in making this happen. Moderating Sylvan's streams - and collecting all of their income from her faithful little brother - had quickly become more than enough to fuel even her most far-fetched scientific interests.

Her little pet project had really pulled through for her. She'd have to reward him.

Though, as she watched his face, blushing and smiling as he teased and flirted with his chat, laughing as he read their flustered donations before dropping his voice an octave and speaking directly at his adoring fans with a seductive look in his eyes, she allowed herself a little smile.

No reward necessary, she decided. He was already enjoying himself plenty.