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[Bunny]

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Leaning back in her chair Iviana closed her eyes. She'd been streaming now for two years and while she was active, friendly and outgoing she still seemed to lack the numbers that she should have at this point. Was it that she used a V-tuber? A cute little fox girl name Whimsy as her persona? She couldn't see how, V-tubers were huge. Normally she wouldn't have let it get to her, but with a rash of bad luck she was about at her wits end. First she'd been told she had a month to leave the rented house she was in. The owner had decided to sell and she had little to no recourse. That had been bad enough.. forcing Iviana to hire movers, put down a deposit and pet fees... It had stretched her pretty thin and then her job of six years decide to can her. It left her in dire straights. While she was trying to hide that from her small community, it was getting harder and harder each day.


Rubbing at her eyes she took a slow deep breath, listening to her music playing. Stream would start soon and she'd see her few loyal regulars and in times like these they would help make her night just a little better. Putting on her game face so to speak she smiled and tilted her head to the side, her avatar did the same. "Hey, hi, hello Foxtails!" Foxtails had been what she'd called her community, smiling she began her stream. Putting on a brave face for her viewers. Today, she was playing Overwatch 2 and for a while, the cracks in her armor were fine. Upbeat and trying for positivity, she focused on just trying to enjoy herself. As the game ended, she received a call. "Be right back guys!" Thinking she'd switched the stream to brb, at least thinking she muted she answered. "Hi, yes this is she." They wouldn't be able to hear the other end of the call, but that bubbly, bright voice slowly became softer, sadder. "No, I understand. I am just asking for an extension. No, I know.. it isn't your fault. I really need my car. There are no buses out here and I can't afford an uber. Okay. No, I understand. Thank you." The call ended and tears welled in her eyes. Her hands moved to cover them and she couldn't help the small sob. it was like everything all at once had turned against her. Her model did everything she did and it wasn't until she took a shaky, watery breath and turned back to her PC that she saw it. Her cheeks heated and she felt further shame fill her.


"Sorry about that guys, I thought I had gone on break.." The shame was thick in her voice and she bit her lower lip. "I think I might need to stop for the night." Though in her mind she said for life. It was mortifying to have anyone know how much trouble she was really in. To know that she struggled to take care of herself. While they were not aware, she'd been living off ramen for months now, barely able to keep a roof over her head and the lights on. She didn't mind having to move to a smaller place. She hadn't been fond of losing her job. But it was that it all was happening at once that was getting to her and now, with her stream hearing the problem... seeing her cry? It was as if she'd really hit rock bottom. Rubbing at her eyes she gave a soft sigh. "I might be gone for a while honestly. Things here haven't been going so well. I just wanted to say that I really appreciate all of you. I might not be the biggest, but you guys are always here for me. I love talking with you, but honestly, I am not sure how much longer I can keep the lights on." Normally she wouldn't have dumped like this, but it was all just too much. It weighed on her and she needed to talk to someone. "Sorry" She offered a half smile and wrinkled her nose playfully. "I know you guys don't come here to hear me complain. Just remember that I adore you all and I will catch you guys when I can."


Her stream end went up and she muted, pulling her headphones off, leaning back in her chair. She needed a drink. Laughing softly she shook her head. "I can barely afford to feed myself, but I would kill for a shot.. shots even. Gods that was so embarrassing." She wasn't one to normally drown her woes, but she was really struggling to keep her chin up at all. Looking back to her PC she noticed a PM on discord. Tilting her head she rolled back closer to the desk and opened it. It was from Adamant. He had been one of the first to find her and was always in her chat. She smiled softly at the message. While they didn’t really know one another, she was always happy to see and talk to him.

 

[Staine]

Lyon really had little to do these days. As the second born son of the King of Striania he had to turn up for certain political events, anything big that happened in the country that needed the Royal Family to be there would require him to make a showing but beyond that there was little required of him. He had a fine education but even then he wasn't really allowed to work a normal job like everybody else. Prince Lyon, currently 4th in line to the throne start working in an office for some tech company somewhere, or as a doctor as had once been his dream? He had the degree for it, he'd been trained, he'd been to a private college, the best in the country and the privilege he lived his entire life with had opened all the doors he would ever need. Even at only 32 years old he could have been running a hospital in his country through status alone, and while Striania was a small country it wasn't exactly poor...no, they resided in Europe, they had a fully functional military, they were a wealthy country rich in naturally mined resources, many of them extremely rare and valuable and a thriving healthcare system. People came from around the world to visit some of their hospitals to get state of the art treatment. He could have been one of those, if it wasn't for his position. He didn't like to complain about it, well aware that he had been born into such wealth and luxury that few would ever get that it made it seem...uncouth to be whining about it, yet he wasn't entirely happy with it.

He would never be King, not unless something terrible happened to his older brother and his two children, or their children when the time came. The throne was passed to the eldest and then down through their own family, down to their children. Lyon did his part, he attended balls and grand openings of movies, he greeted guests of the Royal Family into the country and he had served in the military for a time, though again he'd never been in any real danger because of his name. He knew everything had been handed to him, except a normal life. At least he didn't have to live in the castle where the King and his brother lived with his family, he'd been given a nearby home, a small mansion really. All of this had resulted in him not really having much to do. He'd converted some rooms in his home, he had a gaming room since he'd learned to enjoy video games and the anonymity of being online, he had his bedroom, he had a 'playroom' in the basement and out of sheer extravagance he had even had a secret elevator built in his bedroom that led straight down into it behind one of the bookcases. Whatever he wanted he could afford, so he had everything he wanted, except he was so lonely. Sex was easy enough to get through high class escorts who had strict codes of confidentiality when dealing with people like him and indulged the kinks that had been born from his need for excitement, the whole reason he had his own dungeon in the first place and he was handsome, he was fit, having his own very well equipped gym in the home, but making a personal connection was harder. He was a Prince still, he had to be careful and was fully aware that a lot of the women who would approach him were more interested in his name than in Lyon himself, at least that was the suspicion. Tinder was not an option, what would he put? Prince of Striania, 4th in line to the throne looking for Netflix and chill or maybe more?

At least online, in games, he could be somebody else. There he was just Adamant. There was twitch too...he followed a few of the bigger streamers, he liked to hang out in chats in his free time and he'd looked in on a couple of smaller ones too. Whimsy in particular had made him smile the first time he'd watched, so he'd returned, and soon found himself a regular, in her chat as often as he possibly could be and even joined her Discord server. She was cheerful and upbeat, cute, a Vtuber so he didn't know what she looked like but he imagined she was always smiling, always happy, so on that day when she'd forgotten to mute he'd felt a pang of sympathy. He'd never had the problems she had, the money problems, he donated often to the stream but it was seemingly not enough to get her out of the debt she was in. He wanted to help...he could just send her money, he wouldn't miss it but something about that felt off to him...a temporary fix unless he sent her a lot, something he could also do but...he couldn't help himself. He wanted more. He wanted to meet her yet she lived on the other side of the world. He sent her a message anyway, he often did just to say hi and they'd been friendly, though not close enough that he'd call her a friend.

"Hey Whimsy, I know you'd probably rather forget it but I was in your stream just now, I heard everything. Is it really that bad? I know we talk a little but you don't really know me and I don't want to be one of those guys but if you need help, you can always ask, you know?" It seemed like a good opener and if she did just ask for money he knew he might just send it to her then, but he didn't expect her to so he carried on. "I do have a proposition for you, I expect you might not like it but I hope you consider it. You're struggling for money, I have that, more than I could ever spend. What I want is companionship, I live alone, there are reasons which make dating hard for me too...and I'm used to paying for what I want but there is no connection." He didn't like admitting that but he felt that honesty was the best way here. "And I spend a lot of time in your stream, I've grown used to hearing your voice when you sound happy, and I would very much like to meet you, so here is my offer. Come live with me for a month. I'll provide you everything you need while you're here, a room to stream in with a top of the line computer, all the highest specs. A car in case you decide to go anywhere, clothes to wear if you would accompany me to some events I must go to, anything you ask for you will have it. What I want is you...to be mine, for the month. You can have limits, things you would not do and I swear to you I'll respect that but cards on the table, it will be sexual at times. You'll be my pet for the month, around your streaming schedule of course, and at the end of the month I will take care of any debt you are worried about as well as give you a million dollars to spend on whatever you like. I understand completely if you ban me for making an offer as indecent as this, or if you'd just like to not mention it at all and I will never mention it again either but the offer is there if you'd like to take it."

He took a deep breath and sent the message.

 

[Bunny]

Exhaling, Iviana frowned at the screen. She knew that her community might want to help her if they knew and the message from Adamant proved it. The problem was she wasn’t great at taking charity. It was in part why she’d not told anyone. It wasn’t like being tipped for entertaining them or making them smile. This was more a handout and that had never sat well with her. Standing on her own two feet had been a point of pride but every time she thought she was stabilizing it was like someone ripped the rug from underneath her and she tumbled back to where she’d started.

The messages were being typed and she watched his name and the three little animated dots that told her he was still writing as he made his offer. It was ludicrous. That was the first thought and then she found herself thinking it was outlandish and a joke. Next came fear. It was like the sort of things that you heard about in cheesy romance novels and horror movies. Funny how they shared the same sort of plot.

Pet. That was definitely sexual. But he’d admitted that early on. While Iviana wasn’t against sex work, it was legitimate work, but as a virgin, it wasn’t something she’d ever really considered. OnlyFans was popping off but she was just too shy to do that sort of thing. This wasn’t quite the same as OnlyFans, but it would be close.

All else, this seemed far too good to be true. A month, all debt paid. During that month a streaming setup, where she could stream and still keep her small little thing going. He’d require sex and for her to attend some events. Then, at the end of it, he’d give her a million dollars? Who the fuck was Adament that he could offer this so easily. So… boldly? Iviana was torn between anger and curiosity. Like someone was flipping a switch in her brain she danced between both emotions.

Fingers worked out a reply, deleted and started again. The little three dots teasing and tormenting him as she tried to decide how to answer this fucking message.

Okay. Wow. That was a lot.

I am really unsure how to answer this.

Sort of torn between way too good to be true and kinda creepy.

She could have lied, but she saw no reason to. He had a right to know how she was looking at it. Really though, it wasn’t the worst deal.. Assuming he was cute. That was shallow, but it was also fair. Old as hell or gross and it would be hard to keep her ended of the deal.

Let's assume for a minute, I am considering your offer. Can you tell me about what you’d expect? Not the sex bit.. But like otherwise. What sort of events? Also how the fuck could you afford this? Because, that is a crazy amount of money even if we were just talking debt, but a million too?

Exhaling she looked at the message in discord and rubbed her brow. She’d not asked him if he was cute. She should have. Maybe she could ask for a picture before deciding? Though catfishing was a thing. She needed a drink. Damn.

 

[Staine]

Truth be told, Lyon had expected to either be blocked immediately or to be yelled at. His offer was definitely an outlandish one and even he, somebody who was used to getting exactly what they wanted, when they wanted it, could see, yet that wasn't what he got in return. She said it was a lot, and that she was unsure how to answer which made sense, Whimsy was such a sweet girl, it was part of what drew him to her, and his heart had sank when she'd said it was kind of creepy but she was still typing, he could see that clearly. Eventually her last message came through. It gave him hope...she was asking question, which was fair, but she was considering it! That alone was way more than he'd ever hoped and he didn't waste time answering her back. Of course...it wasn't as simple as being able to just answer her questions completely honestly in his situation, it wouldn't do for any of this to leak, he couldn't afford a scandal turning up if Whimsy decided to spread or even sell the story. He didn't think she would, but his lawyers and his family would never allow it. Striania could not be disgraced like that.

I'd expect you to spend some time with me. Watch some movies, and the events are not sexual at all, public events like for charities, very high end parties and even theatre. I would of course provide you with outfits to wear so that you looked the part but they are lonely events and I would be grateful for the company.

That was the key thing, for him. The loneliness...and with that, he had an idea to try and make it more palatable for her. She was already considering, so if he sweetened the deal a little, then maybe it would make it easier for her to say yes.

The sex...how about we make a deal? Touching, small toys and a little oral. I won't go any further than that unless you agree but you can't decline either of those. Whether we go further or not you will still get the full amount, and if you do say yes to sex then I get full access to your body.

She had been candid with him, told him how she'd felt about the message so he felt it would be unfair to hide his intentions so he was as blunt about it as he could be. Finally, he knew he had to answer her last question.

I can afford it because I can, it's family wealth but it is mine too, I'm more than old enough to have my piece. I'm 32 to be exact. I can't tell you any more than that, it would be very bad for my family if any of this got out and while I feel I can trust you after watching your streams for so long it isn't a risk that is mine to take. When...if...you agree and arrive here I'll be happy to explain everything about my family to you, all you need to do is ask. To take some pressure off since I understand it's hard with me not even able to tell you who I am, even if you say no I will help. I've sent you a donation of two thousand, it isn't much but it should help with your car situation, I hope. You don't owe me a positive answer for that, it's yours no matter what. Treat yourself tonight and think about it please. I'm very sorry for making you uncomfortable.

 

[Bunny]

Spend time. Movies, events. High end though. Iviana was not a fan of that. There was a reason she used an avatar to represent herself. It wasn’t that she was ugly, far from it, but it gave her a face to hide behind and a way to step out into the world unknown. Charities though, that wouldn’t be the worst thing. It seemed that he was the son of some sort of philanthropist? Lonely. Is that why he made this offer? He could have paid for company, but that too ended once the night was over. She could see it being a hollow experience.

Fingers tapped at her keys, thinking rather than formulating a reply. The soft tap was soothing in a way. When he brought up the sex, Iviana frowned at her screen. Touching. Oral. Toys. Would that really be all? Could she handle it? She was inexperienced with.. All of the above. It was in part why she’d never considered OnlyFans. It was hard to do sex work when you didn’t know the first thing about such things.

Beginning her answer, he continued and she stopped, those little dots pausing as he explained further. Her eyes widened and after a moment, she found the donation where he said it was. For a moment tears filled her eyes. Because of his ‘not a lot’ she could afford to get her car fixed and have something proper to eat for the night. It was more than enough and while it didn’t fix her issues in full, it was a huge step in that direction.

So, assuming I agree. I still haven't decided.. But I would need some sort of reassurance. I would love to simply take your word, but let's both be fair. You could be some absolute creep who plans to rape and kill me. Or to hurt me. Or to not fulfill your end.

It wasn’t a nice feeling to have to say any of this, but Iviana wasn’t a fool. She was young, yes. Eighteen. His age didn’t bother her, but the lack of any information? If he couldn’t tell her now, that was one thing, but if she agreed? Or to the terms he set up? Like the room and equipment to stream. The outfits for the galas, assuming they were real. What they’d agreed to sexually…

The more she thought about it, assuming he could provide her with some security.. Some way of guaranteeing the promises he made.. Iviana would accept. A month of a sort of vacation. Luxury, dresses.. She needed to share one final thing with him.

If I do accept, Adamant, there is something you should know. I.. Am not experienced in anyway. So some of what you ask.. No... all of what you are asking for sexually would be new to me..

 

[Staine]

This was going to be tricky for him. Reassurance that he wasn't going to do any of the things she said he could. She wasn't wrong...with this kind of arrangement there was no real way of being sure even if he did provide something and the simple fact was that he couldn't do anything that would reveal who he was. He'd told her his country, that was risky as it was since she now knew he was from an extremely wealthy family in Striania and that they were very likely quite political if he had to go to events often. He sighed softly as he tried to think of what he could offer her.

I really can't divulge any more of who I am until you get here. I know that isn't very reassuring but I can't risk my entire family no matter how much I trust you personally, not any more than I already am by giving you this...invitation. What you say is very valid though, so here is the only thing I can offer you...my first name. My name is Lyon. I sent you money already, that is linked to my own bank account, and now my name...if you were to go missing it wouldn't be hard for an investigator to trace you to me with that. Please don't try to do it yourself, I'd rather you didn't try to find out who I was without meeting me first, but I can do another thing too. If you accept I could have you on a flight as soon as tomorrow, even tonight, first class, and I will be waiting at the airport. I'll be in public, I'll be seen and you don't need to come with me if you feel I am creepy or going to harm you. People will photograph me, they always do, they will photograph you which is why I'd prefer to send a car for you but...if it makes you feel safer I will do that. Just say yes and I will book the flight.

That was another big risk he was taking. He'd done well to avoid much of the attention he would get in public but whenever he had been spotted out in public with a girl paparazzi photographers would snap something, it's like they knew where he was going to be before he even got there, it was part of the reason he hired high end escorts who would come to him and had cars with blacked out windows pick them up so that nobody knew who would be visiting him. When he did go out he had a driver, he had several staff who tended the grounds and worked to keep his home clean, make his meals, but often they had very little to do as he kept to himself but his driver would often earn bonuses going to pick up his "guests" and all of his staff were very loyal, at least Lyon thought they were, and he treated them very well for it. Her second message came through just as he'd sent his and he laughed softly as he read it and typed out a quick reply.

I expected you'd have some experience at least, I don't know what you look like either but in my head you're beautiful, just like your personality is. I imagined you'd have no problems attracting any man, or woman, that you wanted to and I still believe that so I have to assume you're quite shy? It doesn't matter, I do have experience. What you don't know can be learned, I can teach, it would be my genuine honour and if I'm quite honest...the things I said you are required to do...if you protested hard I wouldn't force you. I'm not looking to take you against your will, Whimsy, you'll always be able to stop if you truly want to. Don't be scared, please.

He'd already gone from her being free to use sexually in any way to her having full control over his actions, though he knew he would likely push her a little until she did protest hard enough...but no matter what the terms they agreed on were he'd always known it would be like that. If she protested a little, he would continue, but if he thought for one second she was in genuine distress then Lyon knew he wouldn't be able to go through with it.