Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20180403201315/@comment-33398500-20180621172800

Welp... I’m in trouble...

Shaking somewhat as I dug through the surge in emails that had recently arrived into my inbox, I dreaded the very idea of going onto my stream later on. It was, obviously, turned off at the moment, but I knew I was going to have to eventually. Earlier, when I had gone out to get groceries, I could practically taste the tension in the air from the mamono staring at me, but I had gotten out of there without any real issues.

However, upon reaching a specific email, I could only sit, dumbfounded as I read it.

“My dearest Victor,

I am sending this email to inform you that I was recently made aware of your personal information, including your current street address.

''Naturally, this information, in addition to your rather provocative stream from last night, would certainly inspire some of your new followers to pay you a visit. After all, showing yourself off like that certainly got ME interested.''

In order to preserve the confidentiality of this information, I ask that you enter a protective relationship with me, and you’ll not only get a lovely bicorn girlfriend, but your information will be preserved as well.

Looking forward to hearing from you,

Jennifer”

Staring blankly at the email, I realized this was out-and-out blackmail coming from a bicorn who currently wanted me to be her boyfriend, but who would doubtless try to share me with other mamono, that’s how bicorns operate.

After about an hour of deliberating, attempting to figure out other ways around it, but nothing else gave any inclination of actually stopping her from leaking the information, inevitably leading to creeping mamono waiting outside my house, I then sent a reply.

“Greetings, Jennifer,

''Very well. ''

You know where to find me.

- Victor”

I began to hope that she might have just been bluffing, that she wouldn’t know where to find me and thus would just disappear now that I had called that bluff. However, ten minutes later, my doorbell rang, leading to me opening the door and spotting a grinning bicorn “Afternoon, darling~” she cooed with a giggle, before stepping into the house, quickly looking around before making her way through, seeming to have no trouble navigating despite her equine lower half.

“Wh-wh-what are you doing...?” I asked, confused as she walked into my bedroom, finding the streaming cameras and turning back to me.

“Setting up our first broadcast. What does it look like I’m doing?” she told me with a giggle “For your new mamono ‘fun-time’ stream! Sooo...” she started, pushing me back against my bed, having the cameras pointed at us, starting the stream now. “Front or back?” she asked in a heated tone into my ear.

I knew this was going to happen as soon as I responded to her email, but actually being in this situation now, with her even turning on the cameras to show off her acquiring of me, I tried to back up, but she giggled “Aww... so shy! Good, lots of mamono LOVE that!” now advancing toward me and removing what little she wore.

After a stream that ran longer for an hour, and an absurd spike in views, subscribers and huge numbers of comments, I looked at it in shock at the outright propositions sent just in the comment section, my email now spiking with mamono propositioning me, Jennifer looking at her phone to see HER email receiving a great many messages “Ah, so glad I told them I would be meeting you~ I have LOTS of options for enlarging our circle~ Pictures, names and everything... I’ll put together a list for you, and we’ll pick them out later~”

However, over the next few days, I had to transfer my stream over to an adult channel given its now practically exclusively sexual content, joined rapidly by a march hare, a holstaur, along with a minotaur, a hornet and a mantis, most of whom were chosen among her emails by her deciding what the audience wanted to see. Despite now being gang-raped on a daily basis, and unable to go to work, I was now receiving frequent donations from mamono watching the stream, and thus no longer had to.

Despite the fact that they did this several times on a daily basis, outside of the streams, most of them proved to be loving, normal women whom I rather enjoyed going out and doing things with like normal girlfriends, though admittedly the march hare had more than once attempted to give live demonstrations in public, only the others’ embarrassment driving them to stop her from assaulting me in public.

This wasn’t what I was expecting... but it certainly seemed to work out...