Don't Dig Down
A streamer has to contend not only with the game she's playing and corralling her chat, but also a surprise visit from her girlfriend while she's live! :3
This story was written for Ebni as their Patreon flash fiction reward for August 2019. It contains F/F sex between consenting adults, and semi-public rimming. :3
Don't Dig Down
"Hello students, hope you're ready and eager to learn today."
Cerulean beamed as she waved at her camera, glancing to her left as her stream's chat began to respond, many familiar faces among the three hundred or so strong crowd.
"It's Tutorial Tuesday, and today we're going to delve... ha, into a veritable classic of the modern gaming era. Many of you might have played Minecraft before, but for anyone who hasn't or the youtube audience when this goes up there, I'm gonna walk you through some of the basics to having a great time in survival mode. Before we get started though, there's one very, very important point I've got to make first that is absolutely fundamental to anyone hoping to enjoy this game."
The leopard removed her headphones and pulled off her beanie, a sure-fire sign to her chat that things were about to get serious. She fixed the camera with a steely gaze, cocked her head playfully to one side, and spoke simply and plainly.
"Fuck Notch, and not in the good way."
A smile twitched at the corners of her muzzle, but she resisted the urge to say anything more. Most of the chat seemed delighted and eager to agree with her, and when one non-subscriber decided that her choice of words made her deserving of some choice slurs about her gender identity in return, they were only on screen for a fraction of a second before one of her chat mods banned them and erased the messages.
"Well, now that we've weeded out the obligatory transphobic moron for the day, let's get started, hmm?"
Cerulean giggled, barely giving a second thought to the troll as she slipped her hat and headset back on before switching to the game screen. A few moments later she was in full streamer mode, and was so immediately so caught up going through the process of setting up a new world for a complete beginner while simultaneously reading chat that she utterly failed to notice the creak of the office door from somewhere left of her standing desk.
"For any total beginners watching, chat wants me to tell you about Creepers, but they're getting a little bit ahead of themselves. Wait till the first night of our game though, and I'll give you my top tips on taking out Creepers and making sure you never get snuck up o-ooohhnn..."
Her eyes bulged, her body tensed up, and a crimson blush crossed Cerulean's cheeks before she cleared her throat and winced at the camera.
"Chat will also tell you that ever since I got this standing desk I've barely been able to go a stream without stubbing a toe at least once. Don't worry though, I plan on having both feet amputated next week to avoid that problem ever coming up again. It'd be less painful at this point."
She forced a smile as the chat filled with people's mirth, and absolutely refused to look away from the screen. To glance down or over her shoulder, and to in any way acknowledge the real reason for her exclamation. The fact that right there and then while she was live a pair of hands had grabbed her around the waist and dragged her jeans down to her ankles, underwear too in one smooth motion. The fact that she was live on stream and effectively entirely bottomless, and that a warm, friendly and oh so familiar muzzle was pecking and smooching at the cheeks of her ass, while two eager hands reached around and began to fondle the leopard's fluffy furred balls.
"Rule one of Minecraft, don't dig down until you're ready. I know it can be tempting to venture down into the depths right away, but you'll be much better off if you spend some time on the surface first. Get yourself a basic shelter, protection where you can spend the night, food, and torches. I... I c-cahh... can't tell you how many times when I was first playing this game I died because I went underground with like one apple and got killed way too fast because my health stopped regenerating."
She tried everything in her power to stay calm and collected, to focus on the stream and nothing else as a warm, rough tongue wiggled between the cheeks of her ass and began to lick at the pucker of her ass. Mere seconds later the hands groping her balls drifted upwards, and started to squeeze and fondle her thickening sheath. The tongue's ministrations grew all the more vigorous, probing into her, making her shudder and forcing her toes to curl down against the carpet below as paws started to rub at her now rapidly swelling cock. Still, Cerulean didn't look down. She didn't pause for a moment to think about what would happen if she were caught, how the career she had worked so hard and fought through so much toxic online bullshit to forge for herself could all be over in a second if anyone watching or indeed anyone from twitch itself even suspected what was happening to her, what she was letting happen to her as she streamed. She couldn't think about it, both because it was too terrifying an idea to contemplate... and because it was taking all her willpower just to keep her face straight in the face of what was an increasingly overwhelming amount of pleasure.
Goddammit. Why did her girlfriend have to be so fucking good at eating ass? If she was even a fraction less good than she was, it never would have been worth the risk. Cerulean would have stopped it the very first time it had happened and asked her partner to promise never, ever to do it to her while she was streaming again.
But, therein lay the problem. Because, she truly, sincerely was that good.
"H-here we are, our first night. Now I know I said you'd want your shelter built by now so you can hide away, but let's just wander round a bit, see what we find, hmm?"
This wasn't how Cerulean had planned her tutorial stream would go, but with her cock throbbing as her lover pumped it in one hand in time with the now more rapid and violent motions of her tongue, Cerulean realised that some improvisation was going to be necessary.
"Try to avoid going into forested areas at night, it can be almost as dark as a cave under the canopy. Keep your ear out for groaning. Nnnhoohohhhh..."
She shuddered and arched her back as her girlfriend's tongue drove so deep its very tip flicked against her prostate. Her cock twitched and a thick ribbon of pre-cum painted the carpet beneath the desk as she gurgled in bliss, then blushed at the screen.
"W-well, I'm no voice actor. That didn't sound so much like a zombie as it did like... well, I won't be trying that again."
She giggled as chat exploded with laughter and some rather suggestive comments about what it did sound like Cerulean had been mimicking in that moment. That mirth, that distraction was exactly what she needed though. She pretended to laugh along with her chat, paying more attention to it than the screen, and curled her toes as in her headphones she heard a distinctive hissing sound.
"Oh, shit..."
She gasped in faux horror as she span her character around on screen just in time to see a flickering green figure directly in front of her. A loud boom echoed through her headphones and the speakers of all her viewers, and as the chat was flooded moments later by a host of 'RIP' and 'F' messages, Cerulean buried her head in her hands in fake dismay at her failure, but in very real pleasure to conceal the look that would have helplessly crossed her face as without any further delay, unable to hold back a split-second longer even if she'd tried, the leopard began to cum. She felt her girlfriend squeezing her. Milking her. Tonguing her ass eagerly, hungrily even as her cum painted the floor and the underside of the desk. And then, when finally it was over... she lifted her head from her hands, and felt a final kiss being lavished upon each of her ass-cheeks in turn before her girlfriend crawled away once more, and made her exit from the office.
"Well, that didn't go great."
Cerulean giggled as she shrugged, still red faced and a little glassy eyed at the camera.
"But hey, at least I wasn't live in front of hundreds of people to embarrass myself."
She teased, grinning as chat filled with people's amusement once again, and blushing anew as she felt the cool breeze of the office's air conditioning whipping around her still bare legs, underwear and jeans still wrapped around her ankles as she settled in for what would be at least an hour of streaming before she could realistically take a break to play an ad or two while she re-arranged herself off camera.
"Well, students, now you know what a Creeper is and why even experienced players of the game can hate them. Now, let me show you how you can make Creepers much less of a threat with a few simple precautions, and then finally, maybe we can actually start digging."
Cerulean spoke confidently once again, trying to get back into the swing of things despite her clothing situation, and beginning to succeed until a familiar user-name popped up in chat with a moderator symbol beside it. Her girlfriend's account.
'Oooh, you're gonna start digging soon?'
The leopard's cheeks burned scarlet as she read her lover's message, blending harmlessly into chat but standing out like a lighthouse in the fog to her personally as the tigress continued to teasingly type to her for all to see.
'This is gonna be fun. I know you can never resist the chance for some deep, deep delving. Heck, if you're still at it in thirty minutes or so... I might have to stop by your office, and see if I can delve a little with you.'
By Jeeves
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