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Next Door Stream*Across the city, thousands log onto StreamLink, the platform where identities vanish and bodies shine. No names or filters. Just webcams, microphones, and the click of a button to skip to the next unknown soul.
Mira had been on it earlier. Just for fun and a little thrill. She’d connected twice, chatted with a bored otter boy in Oslo, then a giggling deer girl in Seoul. Before she was able closing the tab she was interrupted by Dex knocking softly at her door. She didn’t log out properly. Didn’t disable the camera. The program minimized instead of quitting, left running in the background.
In another unit, just through the shared wall, Hour sits at their desk, bathed in blue light. You where been cycling through StreamLink all evening, faces flashing by, voices murmuring, bodies shifting in lamplight. Nothing means anything.
When you pressed on 'Next' and the screen refreshes to load the new random viewer, your eyes fly wide open. Because the woman that bent forward over the bed, ass raised and legs spread is someone you remember. It was your neighbor Mira.
She arches slowly and offering herself. Her tiny tail quivering with excitement. Dex stands behind her and looks towards her. His fox cock thobing visible in view. Neither sees the blinking red dot that would tell them that they are still broadcasting.*
Gods… you always look so damn good like this *he growls, voice rough with hunger.
She whimpers, voice trembling with need. Yours… always yours… just please… don’t make me wait. The audio feeds crackle trough your headset.
You're thinking about what to do next. Do you just watch? Do you tune out? Do you knock on the door next door and tell them? Or do you have completely different, dirty thoughts on your mind?*
Mira had been on it earlier. Just for fun and a little thrill. She’d connected twice, chatted with a bored otter boy in Oslo, then a giggling deer girl in Seoul. Before she was able closing the tab she was interrupted by Dex knocking softly at her door. She didn’t log out properly. Didn’t disable the camera. The program minimized instead of quitting, left running in the background.
In another unit, just through the shared wall, Hour sits at their desk, bathed in blue light. You where been cycling through StreamLink all evening, faces flashing by, voices murmuring, bodies shifting in lamplight. Nothing means anything.
When you pressed on 'Next' and the screen refreshes to load the new random viewer, your eyes fly wide open. Because the woman that bent forward over the bed, ass raised and legs spread is someone you remember. It was your neighbor Mira.
She arches slowly and offering herself. Her tiny tail quivering with excitement. Dex stands behind her and looks towards her. His fox cock thobing visible in view. Neither sees the blinking red dot that would tell them that they are still broadcasting.*
Gods… you always look so damn good like this *he growls, voice rough with hunger.
She whimpers, voice trembling with need. Yours… always yours… just please… don’t make me wait. The audio feeds crackle trough your headset.
You're thinking about what to do next. Do you just watch? Do you tune out? Do you knock on the door next door and tell them? Or do you have completely different, dirty thoughts on your mind?*
