[b][u][center]TF-Tube.Com Room 1: The Trickster Written for Patreon By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Haruki was what some of the studio performers would call a veteran. Not just to the cam-room, but also to the other little operations that TF-Tube was involved in. What those were, most of the younger performers didn’t know, but they were rumored to be very, very important to the survival of the website and their kind. Their kind. The Japanese-American chuckled at that idea, shaking his head as he walked down the underground corridors of the hidden studio. ‘Their kind’ was something that most of the rest of the world would refer to them as, if they knew that they existed. ‘Their kind’, probably shouted from the rooftops as the latest thing to blame for the decadence of society, of the downfall of morals, or whatever else was on the agenda for the haters of government these days. Still shaking his head, he turned the corner, stepping into the breakroom. He still had a half hour before he was due for his session, and he grabbed a tea bag - green tea, of course - and tossed it in a cup. The kettle was already brewing; one of his coworkers had probably already been by and forgotten to take it off. As he grabbed for it, though, he paused just before he could wrap his fingers around the handle. There was something just slightly...off… “...Osamu…” The kettle vibrated slightly, then poofed into a cloud of smoke. When it cleared, a naked, chubby tanuki sat where the kettle had been, chuckling as he pulled a leaf off of his head. “How did you know?” “Next time you leave a trap, try not to make the handle look as much like your dick.” He sighed. “Where’s the kettle?” “Under the counter.” He nodded, ducking down and fishing it out from among the different cups and plates down there. It clattered, as ever, and it was empty, as ever. Carrying it to the sink, he set to refilling it as the tanuki hopped to the floor. “You’re in a mood.” “Merely looking forward to the weekend.” “Got an assignment?” “Perhaps.” “Oooooh, gossip?” “Not this time, Osamu.” “Come oooooon. I’ve got some sake, specially imported. I can split half of it with you.” “Heh. Tempting. But no.” The tanuki sulked as he walked by, briskly sidestepping the chubby man and getting the kettle on its way to a proper boil. Osamu would likely continue sulking for a good few minutes, huffing and puffing and - “Hmmmph.” There it was. Haruki smiled as he leaned against the counter, pulling his schoolboy uniform a bit tighter to his chest. The buttons had gone a bit loose and would need re-tailoring, he supposed. They were supposed to keep the shirt tight to his torso, and the jacket was supposed to be on the verge of choking him. His pants were probably still fine, as were his shoes. They were both shiny, a bit polished, the latter done to hide their cheap quality. Their work often required clothes to rip, so it helped if they were cheap and did it easily. The expensive stuff could sometimes hold together better than it should, and it wouldn’t be the first time that one of the studio’s performers had gotten into an asphyxiation scene that hadn’t been planned. The kettle was just starting to boil when Osamu tapped him on the shoulder again. Sighing, he turned - And immediately got a kiss on the lips. From himself. Haruki stared at his clone, at the shiny black hair that came down just enough to hide small, narrow eyes, at the softness of a small mouth, and a slightly longer than proportional nose. He stared at himself until Osamu broke the kiss, turning back to his chubby, naked, fuzzy self. “...Why?” “Oh, just something for the fans.” The tanuki held up a cellphone, the screen dominated with the picture that was already titled ‘self-cest,’ and which was already getting tagged with more and more descriptors for it. The real Haruki sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Already distracted, are we?” “From what?” “Nevermind.” “Well, off to get approval for this post.” “There’s no transformation in it; they’re not going to care.” “That doesn’t matter; I’ll find someone to okay it.” The tanuki waved over his shoulder as he walked out of the room, giving his balls a tug and already shifting from his chubby, fuzzy, tailed shape into that of another human. It was just his way, he supposed; he couldn’t focus on much for long. He blamed the sake, personally. The whistling steam of the kettle pulled his attention off of his colleague and back to the matter at hand. He poured the hot water over his tea bag and sat down, leaning his head back over the back of the chair. [i]Assignment...heh.[/i] Osamu wasn’t wrong about that. There was one, an assignment to see if there was another one of ‘their kind’ out there, waiting in the rest of civilization. There were a lot of humans and non-humans that enjoyed the shows that they put on, but the studio managed to hide most of their employees under a fairly anonymous contract. Most of the fans didn’t know it was real. There were, however, some humans that showed signs of being...more than a fan, one could say. Some were agents that were investigating suspicious signs of paranormality, while others were humans that were a bit more than human. Haruki had been tasked to hunt one of the latter down, check to see if there was anything beyond just the standard lust for the transforming folk with this particular user. A few more days, and he’d be on a plane out to Egypt, just to check on a stranger’s fetishes. But that was for later. For now, he had tea. Removing the tea bag, he took a sip. Just perfect, as it should be. Clasping his hands to either side of the cup, he took several slow sips, savoring the bitterness and the other, softer elements that made up green tea. He was about halfway through when another employee tapped on the doorframe. Looking up, he saw Shaka - nobody knew his name, but everyone called him that - gradually shifting from his lion form back to something mostly human. Skin so dark it was almost purple appeared as the fur slipped away, as well as the stereotypically large dark endowment between his legs. “Yes, Shaka?” he asked. “Room one,” the former lion said. “I know.” “Now.” “Already?” “Boss says that your stream’s been moved up.” “...Ah. Well, I suppose I’d best get a move on.” Sighing, he pushed his tea away and got to his feet. One last check on his clothes to make sure that they were in good shape, and he was ready. He flicked his school jacket out slightly, and nodded to himself. “How do I look?” “Like a boy looking for someone to molest him.” “Perfect.” “I’m not sure if I would trust your fans.” “Oh, one isn’t supposed to trust them. Merely milk them.” Haruki smiled, showing his teeth. His control slipped slightly, and the flat tops suddenly bulged with points. His tongue flicked over them, then they faded away as he chuckled. “As if they would stand a chance if they saw the real me…” # Room 1 was one of the most basic streaming rooms in the studio, though it was well-equipped, as all of them were. It was decorated like some high-schooler’s room, looking like something some naive kid would live in. Someone just old enough to be out in the world, just old enough to get fucked, but not quite old enough to know how to look after himself would live in. That was precisely what Haruki liked to play up, considering what his human body looked like. Of course, he could have changed that a little - his species were particularly good at manipulating the perceptions of others - but he liked to make himself look a little vulnerable, make it seem like he was weaker than he actually was. It made the weaker predators start poking their heads out, thinking that they had the chance to try their luck. And they were ever so fun to play with. He made sure that the usual toys were in easy reach all around him. There was a knotted dildo inside the nightstand beside him, along with a surreptitious pack of lube that he could use to make sure that it was slick enough for him. On the other side of the bed, there was a fleshlight with more lube than the toy had. It depended on his audience which would get used. If the predators were out, pedos that liked to look at a guy that could conceivably be younger than 18, then it was fun to suddenly whip out the fleshlight and remind them of the things that could be waiting for them in the darkness, the real monsters that would teach them a lesson. According to the studies down by the studio, some of the people that accessed their site from the darkweb had been so scared off by some of the performances that they had turned themselves in. Other times, he would show off a gentler side, using the dildo to work his ass, rewarding the good boys out there. Or good girls, he supposed. He had a soft spot for the ladies that knew what they wanted and were willing to go for it. For the guys, though… He could feel his cock starting to throb, and he put the thought off to the side. Best to keep all the growth to the show. There was a little chest at the foot of the bed, as well as a digital photo frame on the wall that would flicker between the different angles that were being broadcast during his show. All he had to do was glance at them, and they’d show him what people on the other end of the stream were seeing. Standard procedure, really. Keep him informed of how he looked. At the far end of the room, opposite the headboard of his bed and next to the door, was a chat box. It showed just what was being said by his viewers, and would keep him informed of what the current mood was. Haruki fiddled with the top button of his school jacket as the countdown by the chat continued to tick away. Already, there were a couple dozen names waiting for him to sign in, and all of them were blabbing at one another. [b]TailChaser21: Looking forward to this. Anyone here seen this show before? What’s he do? PawLicker19: Oh, you know. Transforms. BigAssLover: A lot. BigAssLover: Not as much as I want, but a lot. TailChaser21: I know that people transform, dick. What kind of transformation does this guy do? PawLicker19: Depends on how much you pay him. PawLicker19: And what kind of people show up.[/b] PawLicker19 was probably one of the studio plants in the audience, someone that would keep an eye on things and head off any stupid questions or conversations. While the studio had a good bit of leeway in what they could show in these private streams, what with the fact that all members were rigorously screened before they were allowed the private links, there was always the chance that someone could stumble in. In the age of VPNs and more, there was always the possibility of someone hopping in and seeing something that they shouldn’t. Haruki saw that the timer was down to two minutes, so he laid back, kicking off one shoe as if he had just gotten home. The other was just barely hanging on, the flimy material on the verge of ripping off. It was going to come apart when he started, he already knew. Everyone always asked for that. Particularly PawLicker19. He might have been a studio plant, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t enjoy the show. The timer ticked down as the conversation continued, the new guy still yapping. [b]TailChaser21: Is he a werewolf, or? OldHandMan: I’m still pretty sure it’s just advanced CGI. OldHandMan: It’s hot, though. OldHandMan: Love it when their dicks just rip right through their pants. TailChaser21: They do that? BigAssLover: Oh, he’s done it before. You think you’ve seen big dicks? Ain’t seen nothing until you’ve seen something like this.[/b] Haruki chuckled. Oh, this was going to be good. The timer continued the slow countdown, dropping down by another minute, then another fifteen seconds, until it was down to the last ten. Nine. Eight. He got comfortable, waiting for the red light to go on, and then… Showtime. “Mmmph...what a day,” he said, stretching out his legs, curling the toes on the foot just covered with a sock. “Been way too long since I could give a stream, guys. I hope that I didn’t keep you waiting…” [b]OldHandMan: Hey, kid. It’s good to see you back. OldHandMan: You got much to show off today? You work your ass off again?[/b] OldHandMan was one of those that was probably constantly changing his username, but for all that, he wasn’t a bad guy. Tried a little too hard to be a daddy, but he was a decent enough sort. Did care for the people he watched, and he tipped well. Sometimes creepily well, as the first one came in. Thirty bucks for the first one, right from OldHandMan. He smiled regardless. “Heh, yeah. I worked up a sweat today.” [b]PawLicker19: Are we gonna see that when you rip through everything? PawLicker19: You know how much I love shiny paws. TailChaser21: Hey, you’re the guy? I expected something…[/b] “More fuzzy?” Haruki asked. [b]TailChaser21: Let’s go with that. OldHandMan: It’s called TF-Tube for a reason, kid. Hold your horses. BigAssLover: Come ooooon, let’s get this started. How much to get you to start growing your dick, man?[/b] “Forward today, aren’t you?” There was no apology, either, not that he expected one. Haruki leaned back, arching his back as he got comfortable. The cameras showed his bulge already, not that he minded. They were all paying to get him to show it off, so why not let them see the long rod that was slowly pushing up from where it rested in his pants leg. The chat started up again, commenting on it, while others were commenting on the damp spots on his dark socks, how they wanted the material to rip, to break. He chuckled, wiggling his toes, running his hand down his chest, popping a button or two on his jacket. As he pulled it off, showing off a slightly sweaty white shirt, everyone seemed to explode. OldHandMan, in particular, kept chatting. [b]OldHandMan: Oh yeah, take it off. OldHandMan: Rip it off and show off the animal within. OldHandMan: I want to see you naked again. OldHandMan: Come on, show daddy what he likes… BigAssLover: Maaaaan, you got issues. OldHandMan: Not like the rest us don’t. This is high quality stuff. PawLicker19: What was all that about this being CGI? OldHandMan: A man can dream. Hey, how much, son?[/b] “Let’s say…$60 to get the first transformation started.” That didn’t take long. OldHandMan and BigAssLover both chipped in, throwing in another fifteen each. It dinged the counter up, and he smiled. “Mmm, you asked for it. Man...I can’t believe that you guys pay me to do this…” It was just enough of a ditzy thing to say to keep the high school guy role going, and he stretched his legs again, thrusting one socked foot and one shoe towards the camera. He groaned as if he was in utter pleasure while doing it, and slowly let go of his self-control. The first little tingles of pleasure hit him almost immediately, and the end of his shoe started to vibrate on the camera. Like motion lines in a comic, his socked toes and his shoe were both shaking, bulging, starting to stretch against the material that held them back. He groaned, slightly wincing, slightly panting at the feeling of his feet being so restrained. The sensation of growth behind them was so, so good. He moaned under his breath, panting softly as he flexed and curled his toes by turns, the transformation already pushing through him. [b]PawLicker19: Fuck yes, I love this part. TailChaser21: What kinda bullshit is this?! PawLicker19: We got a virgin here, boys. Let’s watch…[/b] The transformation continued until the first claw ripped through his sock. Haruki groaned at the sensation, panting as he felt the fabric rip around the top of his toe, the fabric splitting around his digits and showing off the black-padded, black-furred digit that had replaced his human toes. The end of his shoe started ripping afterwards, bulges showing through the cheap material, and the chat was going wild. There were other newcomers with less traditional names, all of them thirsty for more. They pushed and begged and pleaded for him to start showing off his new feet, to pull the shoes and socks off, but no. That wasn’t the way that this worked. He pushed his legs towards the edge of the bed, his feet coming over the footboard. They were still growing, lengthening, the claws on his toes shredding the inside of his shoe until - RIIIIIIIIIIIP! The sudden expansion of his feet was impossible to miss, the black toes at the ends of his feet topped with claws. Not fake ones, either, as he wiggled his toes for all to see. He swayed them back and forth, rotating his feet at the ankles until the shreds of his shoes fell off, showing off something different. Haruki panted as he leaned forward, holding onto the rest of the partial transformation. This part...this part was always a bit tricky, since he was holding onto a human shape that wanted to go back to his natural one. His normal form...oh god, it wanted to come out again, it wanted to come free. He panted as he slid his fingers through his bigger, thicker, heavier toes. They weren’t paws, but they were more like them than human feet were supposed to be. He dragged his fingers down along the underside, clearing away the sock debris, showing off the dark pads that stood out among the brown-black fur. “Mmmm, you like?” [b]PawLicker19: Thaaaat’s the stuff. How much to see those sweaty pads put right up to the camera? BigAssLover: Forget that. How much to have that ass swell, and put that up to the camera as it rips through your clothes? BigAssLover: You always show the dick. I never get the chance to see the ass. TailChaser21: Holy fuck, this is actually real… PawLicker19: That’s what we’re paying for. Real transformation.[/b] He would have nodded if it weren’t for the fact that he was barely holding onto the transformation threatening to sweep up his legs. The black fur would end somewhere between his ankles and his knees, and it always varied just where that would be. After that, it’d be red, with a little white mixed in. Then...well, then the tails would start popping out, followed by his muzzle, and… [i]Don’t think about it. Just show off. You can hold it.[/i] He wiggled his toes, pressing one bare foot near the lower camera. There were many groans from some of the dedicated foot lovers in the chat, and the view did show a few sweat drops running from the pads on his toes down to the ones on the ball of his foot. He smiled, wiggling the clawed digits a few times. “You want more? Come on. I have bills to pay. Show me that you want me to keep studying hard...or doing something else even harder…” The dings of tips coming in kept flowing, and it didn’t take long before they were at another milestone. He had to strip out of his pants, showing himself off in an increasingly wet school shirt and his briefs. He was panting as he felt the transformation creeping up his legs, and his cock was throbbing hard in his briefs. [b]TailChaser21: I thought Asian guys were small? TailChaser21: That’s huge. OldHandMan: It gets bigger. OldHandMan: You want me to pay enough for it to rip right through, son?[/b] “Go ahead...you want to see it too, you old perv…” He smiled, knowing that OldHandMan would be blushing on the other side of the show. He groped himself, feeling the heft of his cock, feeling the first little bits of hair that had started to grow thicker around the base of his shaft. It wouldn’t be long before they were long enough to start forming a proper sheath, and when that happened, the rest of the crotch TF would start. The fur had already grown past his knees, the kitsune patterns starting to show. The chat was going wild, still, and then - Ding. A huge tip from OldHandMan came through, and he grinned. “Alright, you asked for it. Perverts...the lot of you. I should tell my teachers…” [b]OldHandMan: Oh, you tell them, and they’ll see this. OldHandMan: But maybe you want them to see it, and use you the way that we want to… TailChaser21: Shut up. I want to see what he’ll do next. BigAssLover: Come on. Do this change so I can see your ass, next. The tails, right? Gonna show off the tails?[/b] It didn’t matter too much what order he did it in, but they’d all get their fun. He curled his toes as he took his hands off his crotch, letting the fur run up his legs. They turned more slender, more...feminine, in a way, but wilder, too. Their hidden strength in human form was suddenly there, and he knew he could kick the bed apart with one good thump of his new, big feet and furry legs. But not tonight. Not yet. He moaned as he felt the changes creeping under his underwear, holding his hands out to the sides to make it clear he wasn’t touching anything. Haruki panted, thrusting his hips, his cock suddenly spurting pre-cum like mad. His briefs soaked through in the first blast, clinging to his cock. Looking down, he saw the rounded head of his human cock slowly shift, becoming less and less human and more and more bestial. His breath came harder and faster as the tip turned from rounded to pointed, tapered, flattened, and the pre-flow got stronger. Groaning, he arched his back, thrusting up towards the ceiling camera, his balls swelling beneath the fabric to match his new cock. [b]TailChaser21: Holy fuck. That’s gotta be nine - wait, ten inches! How the hell is it getting bigger? BigAssLover: Fuck yes, I love this part. Go on, grow. BigAssLover: Grow! OldHandMan: Grow! PawLicker19: Grow![/b] They were shouting for it, and he was more than happy to give it to them. Ten inches became eleven, and stopped there. A knot was slowly forming at the base of his cock, a bulge pushing out and getting thicker. Haruki felt it swelling, growing, all while the transformation continued up around his waist, spreading towards his head. [i]Fuck...out of control…[/i] The half-human moaned, shivering, his cock pressing firmly against the front of his briefs. Another squirt of pre, and then another, the last one partially shooting through his underwear. He moaned, thrusting again, and again, grinding his dick through his underwear until - RIIIIIP! It came free, just as the claws had done through his socks. His cock came out, no longer humanoid, but dog-like, a rough, animalistic shaft that thrust and twitched and spat pre-cum like something from the darkest pits of lustful hells. He moaned, his furry balls falling out through the gap that the rip left in his underwear, dangling as he rolled onto his belly, thrusting his ass up in the air. [b]BigAssLover: Here it comes! BigAssLover: Hips, Bits, and tails![/b] Haruki gasped as the familiar cracking went down his back, followed by a sudden explosion of pressure shooting out of the base of his spine. He moaned at the top of his lungs, unable to help himself as one, two, three, four, five tails came jetting out of his back, thrusting up into the air and swaying from side to side. His furry toes curled, his pads wrinkling. As his hips widened, flaring out to a degree that a vixen might have envied, he felt the fur running up his back, crossing along his spine and heading right for his head. He rolled onto his side, grabbing his dick, showing off the knot to the camera. [b]TailChaser21: I’d fuck that ass all day long. TailChaser21: Are you sure you’re a tod, or are you a vixen? TailChaser21: Because that ass looks like a vixen. BigAssLover: Heh, man after my own heart. He’s hot. OldHandMan: Come on. Jerk that thing. I want to see it cum. I want to see the fountain![/b] Haruki barely heard them, too absorbed in the pleasure of the transformation, and of the feeling of his own hand on his dick. It was the only real fun that he got, considering that most of the different species didn’t mix, and there were few kitsunes in the studio. They didn’t have time for that sort of thing, most of the time. Oh, he was close. He was so close. He humped his hand, showing off his knot, his ass, his feet to everyone that was constantly switching between the camera angles. He arched his back, throwing his head back as his lips lengthened, as his mouth twisted and cracked to form a muzzle. His ears were yanked up, pulled towards the top of his head as his five tails twitched around - “Nnnngh!” And as OldHandMan predicted, there was a fountain. Haruki rolled onto his back again, thrusting his hips into the air, his cock throbbing hard as his knot swelled between his fingers. He came, and came, and came, shooting his load almost high enough to hit the ceiling. Each cumshot was at least half a cup in Imperial measurements, and it splattered down like a downpour around him and on him. As his fur matted down from his own load, the red light went off. The stream had finished, at least for now, and there was a marker showing that there were technical difficulties. That, more than anything else, got him to sit up. He panted as he let go of his cock, shaking his head as Shaka poked his head in. The black man was already dressed in a pair of sweats, and was pulling on a shirt. Considering that Shaka was both their best ‘ebony’ performer as well as their second-best tech guy, it meant that there was something fishy about the last stream. “Perv or pack?” Haruki asked. “Not sure, but someone wasn’t supposed to be there.” “Which one?” “None of the big tippers. Government-level VPN, though.” “...Anyone coming with us?” “Nope. Boss wants it quiet. You and me.” “Do I get overtime?” “Yep.” “Let’s go.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]