Author's Note:
This interlude be a spicy one.
InvictusValeyard: oh. oh no.
Oh. Oh yes. It's happening, very much happening. Too bad there isn't a tag system here like on AO3, but I suppose it adds to the discovery of diamonds in the rough.
InvictusValeyard: I wanted so much better for her
Same, too bad Johnny boy is as dense as Anonium packaged with a bunch of undiagnosed issues.
Fret not, though. Juno will find a way to make him see things her way.
Stay safe and hydrated.
The internet was terrifyingly useful.
Really, it was an incredible invention of the later twentieth century re-imagined. When one thought about it, the entirety of that digital library was made up of zeros and ones! Complexity beyond complexity and enough room for a millennia forward! If the old is erased, similar to history.
On the web, a curious soul could find their call in life as long as their determination held steady. From cooking tutorials, pure entertainment and illegal explosive instructions, anything and everything was bound to linger in some dusty corner of the virtual space.
However, it was a double-edged sword. Without it, the world would remain shrouded in blissful ignorance. With it, in our case, the world was lit by willful ignorance. Which one was worse? That had sparked a debate among many timeless of its kind.
One such dilemma was the political position of the /AFOMH/ fandom, board more accurately. Why would a forum about fantastical, instinct creatures on a website tucked away spark a conflict regarding real issues? Boredom, as well as ragebait.
Animals around the world of all walks of life could meet on this tiny moon in the fabricated cosmos, sharing their likes and dislikes, creating memories and generally having a good time. 'Divided by race, united by porn,' what that how the saying goes?
Regardless of the authenticity of the source, the infamous board was a phenomena future psychologists would study and disassemble in pursuit of a doctorate. Everyone and their mothers knew nowadays humanity had gone extinct eons before the animal kingdom gained sentience, the ancient cousin of the primate family forever lost to the march of time.
A shame that a majority of the fossils were incomplete or contaminated by radiation. Only a handful of rocky bodies were put on display in the museums around the globe, the artifacts as invaluable as research for cancer.
For as long as civilization recorded, the dream of the human race was just that; a faraway melody. Folklore of spirits never seen, horror tales to frighten the bad kids into behaving, theories on /pol/ of the usual crackheads after downing a dozen energy drinks and less than two hours of sleep.
Science had insufficient evidence, religion went as far as the faith of the believer and with the modern age shunning the superficial, the topic remained in a faded, lucid state. Always there, but just out of frame like the inbred member of the distant family circle.
Until he appeared.
One day, as predicted for centuries passed, the yearly twinkle in the night sky greeted the world. Some believed it to be a sign of fortune, or a day to ask God to forgive their sins.
Only this time, it did not vanish.
And the discovery of the mysterious vessel did not fit under the governed rug. One after another, uncountable sightings were reported, and the world nearly broke.
Aliens. That was the initial thought. The proceedings were as they were. Panic, speculations, 'nuke that sonuvabiatch outta the sky!' There was enough insanity to feed the poor for a whole year. And the blame did not exist.
They should consider themselves extremely lucky none of the popular theories came true, for it was the obscure great uncle who showed up to the party, cackling and decomposing like a wet cigarette.
Indeed, humanity was behind it all. The dubbed 'Arrow' was a fascinating achievement, the technology that allowed him to survive the ages to the present day under strict supervision, mediated research, and clearance protocols; it was a dangerous toy, one that should not be trifled with!
But that wasn't what interested the world.
It was the human.
The sweet, beautiful, smooth, innocent human aboard the vessel.
The very same who was streaming for the thirty sixth time since launch and counting.
"Greetings and salutations, fellow idiots," the adorkable humie saluted like a drunk trooper, "per usual, Dust is on the menu, we're dining fine tonight!" He hyped the virtual audience, his room silent beside his silly self.
He was a lot of things.
On the surface, he was a lovable guy. He didn't seek conflict, had seventeen acquaintances among the students, four friends and one best friend in Cherryton. He had those baby blue eyes one could get lost in and a winning smile that didn't frighten the most racist of herbivores. Quick reminder; that was on the surface.
Underneath, he was a very, very, very complex character. Yes, and no one understood him, oh, so misunderstood he was, little Johnny-kun.
"Hehehe, sorry for those who wanted something different, democracy and all that," he gestured dismissively. "Anyhow, let's get into the groove!"
Finally!
"By the way, the server and usernames will be censored, after complaining to the devs on social media they listened!"
Fuck!
"So, all the stream snipers here can go ahead and jump on a cactuuuuus~" He wagged his finger, teasing the viewer to come through the screen and lick it like a melting icicle.
"Without further bullshit, let's make some content."
Logging onto an unknown server, as tradition foretold, he did not have the chance to awaken before his cranium welcomed the penetrative embrace of an arrow.
It wasn't the desired result, but it'd do.
Being human had its pros and cons; overall weaker stats but perfect control. The human race wasn't bothered by those pesky instincts, inexplicable desires of the moment. Naturally, there were those who were too worthless to exhibit their blessed traits and surrendered to baser needs. Those were shunned and mocked for it fit not in a civilized, human society.
Or so they thought.
In this reality, he had the peculiar perk of an average of one hundred thousand live viewers at all time. Reaction slop, hardcore survival, the rare lore drop about the Nth human dictator nearly conquering an entire continent only to get bodyblocked by the continuity of history; the animal kingdom would gobble up whatever the teenager posted, and some would love to gobble something else. There were bound to be fanatics in any gathering, thus, by theory, he could raise a small, zealous army and instigate domestic terrorism!
But he'd never. He wasn't that kind of guy.
He was the type to cry because he was a point short of ninety on a test, to swear upon his parents' unmarked graves and break the promise a nanosecond later if it resulted in an economical increase of comedic value. He was the sort of dude to have a mental breakdown and take out his frustrations on an unsuspecting bully, the bastard deserved it.
And that… made him all the more lovable.
But love was a tricky slime. Slipping through the fingertips whilst clinging onto the earlobes, it was a bizarre unknown, the mortal enemy of reason. An emotion, the rawest of the bundle. It could be the most breathtaking feeling a being could experience in a lifetime or the worst nightmare manifested true.
To him? It was just a chemical reaction.
To her? It was all of the above.
In a room void of natural light, a blue-ish, radiating monitor illuminated the private quarters. The wallpaper was of a joyful theme, the furniture plenty and sophisticated, though muted into a betrayed gray.
In the quaint bedroom, only three things existed; Johnathan Young, the screen, and the owner of the unventilated room reeking of discharge.
"Hah… hah…"
"I don't know guys, the online raid was ass. At least the ten-man didn't get into the pixel gap stash!"
"Y-yeah… hah…"
"I'm feeling demotivated, I'm gonna end the stream."
"NO- ach!" The shadowed figure yelped, having poked her love tunnel a little too hard.
Claws had the advantage of being, well, claws. Attackborne tools of the animal kingdom, a classic transcending species, like human beauty.
So expressive, able to convey the deepest of emotions, yet capable of the meanest poker face, proven over on his tumor of a Zootube channel. She thought those were decent videos but the real gold hid in the streams.
It was the only way she could please herself.
Regular pornography didn't do it anymore; the male wasn't human and Johnny. Lesbian scissoring was for dykes and her mother would kick her in the cunt before kicking her out if that were the case. Even the secret art pieces of humans getting dominated by females of various species, ranging from penguins to chameleons, did not satiate her lust of lusts.
'This was the only way,' she'd convinced herself, 'this was perfectly normal,' she added assuringly.
However, it was the furthest hobby from normality.
Johnny was a human.
She wasn't.
"Just kidding! We don't just lie down and die in this household! Let's go troll some fresh spawns!"
After the pain dulled, she re-inserted two fingers into her pussy, relieved the humie wouldn't deny her his wonderful voice. Minding the trimmed, deadly nails, her eyes fluttered shut, a fang biting down her lower lip as a favorite fantasy repeated.
"A-ah! N-not so rough!" Her humie moaned.
"Shhh~ Relaaax~ Submiiit~" Her hips grinded into his, milking his one-of-a-kind member of its delicious milk.
"N-ngh, n-n-noooo…" He resisted, though his body betrayed the mind.
He knew he wanted it. He needed it. Just as bad as she needed him.
"Johnny… a-are you close? Hah~" She slammed her ass on his lap, burying his smooth spear within her radiating sheath.
"N-no, s-staa-" her dear lover gasped, his mushroom tip caught onto a barrier.
"Gooood~ No pulling out now, darling~" She giggled, wrapping her arms around him as she grinded their lewd kiss into stardust; his fascination with space a fragment in the prismarine that represented his attraction.
At a loss for words, utterly seduced by his one true love, Johnny let his tongue lol out as her pussy worked its magic in drawing out his milk.
"Good boy~ Good boooy~ You're gonna cum for mommy? Hmm~? Give her a load of boys~?"
Instead of replying, she pushed the initiative and locked their lips in a kiss. The only way for a deep one to work would be for either of them to tilt the head, but that was a wave in a lake compared to the tsunamic orgasm about to hit-!
And she just came all over her gaming chair.
If there were any poor insects in her room, they would've definitely suffocated by the horny gas chamber she'd produced. She rode the afterglow of a well-earned cookie clicker, but with it came the punishment; clarity.
Johnny was one. The female sex was half a billion. Statistically speaking, her chances of acquiring the dreamed humie husbando were fucking zero. There were a thousand lunatics like her on the web, hundreds of her own species and dozens of higher status.
But she had something few had; proximity.
After stalking, for a lack of a better term and self-respect amongst her alter egos, she had completed the field work to set up the perfect trap.
She knew what room he resided within the male herbivorous dormitory, what classes he attended, what was his favorite snack, his minute quirks and worst fears. She had all the cards in her hand but one.
One… that drove her mad.
She'd seen her; the feathery chicken. The bastard of a thirty something year old virgin. The one obstacle standing in her way to Johnny's heart.
Why else would he reject all suitors? The boys were out of the question for she knew him to be righteous in body. She promised herself if any of those queers ever got too close for his comfort, she'd rip them a new one, and she knew they'd like it. She didn't care though since they'd be dead.
The girls…
Oh, how she pitied those foolish sluts, believing they ever had a chance to lay their yiggerlicious fingers on his smooth, warm, oily skin-
"Honey! Dinner's ready!" A mature female snapped the younger out of her trance, the middle finger toying with her clit seizing.
"What?!"
She was not happy. She still had some spunk left in her and Johnny was moaning in loss over a failed counter raid. H-his voice… so majestic…
Then, she conjured a horrible reality, one where her Johnny and that oversized chicken did the deed, his seed stolen by a demon of the Americas. She shuddered, willing the nightmare to perish in hellfire.
He'd never do that. She knew him. He was a tease. She loved him. He was clueless. And she LOVED him.
Her heart ached no more because she understood that he was playing hard to get. That was that. It was a test to the females of Cherryton, to see who was bold enough to go full throttle, ass to the wall, tits to his chest as he pounded her needy pussy-
"Dinner will get cold! Where are you?!"
"C-cumming, mom!" She mentally shrieked, infinitely grateful her shout wasn't a screech.
Since she'd planned ahead, the towel she sat upon absorbed her liquids, saving the expensive gaming chair from irrecoverable ruin. After she wiped her lower furry lips, she put on her tossed panties and a pair of sweatpants to mask the fresh scent of lady juices.
Immensely displeased at the interruption, the female forgave her mother for she did not know of the sacred purpose she'd gaslit herself into.
If she ever wished to see the heart of the only human in the world synchronize with hers, she'd have to take extra measures. All in due time, patience was the key.
As it goes in the black market: 'You can't catch a lamb without a carrot or two.'
Straightening her t-shirt, the female opened the door to her room and left, Johnny's stream no longer dedicated.