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Streams of Confidence

Part 9

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon

Amelia managed to more or less forget the fact that the tablet existed by the end of her gaming time, though she still had the feeling that sleeping on the couch would be better than sleeping in her bedroom. The alcohol that she'd kept stashed for a special occasion helped with the forgetting, too, though it meant that when the first bolt of light came through the window the next morning, she had a massive headache. She rolled over, covering her head with her blanket, trying to keep the light at bay for a bit longer.

Nnngh...

Considering the fact that she was not a drinker by any stretch of the imagination, Amelia was immediately regretting her choices in mental anesthesia for the night before. Everything hurt, everything sucked, and she didn't feel good. She wasn't going to throw up - she was pretty sure of that, at least - but she didn't feel right. Her skin prickled and she had a dizzy sort of feeling that ran from her head to her toes.

"Mmmph...fuck..."

"You're not exactly good at hiding, you know."

THUNK!

The stingray groaned; the sudden head-jerk at the other voice had resulted in a serious clang of the back of her head against something a lot harder than her blanket, and her head spun as she lowered it back to the couch.

"Ow, ow, ow..."

"That's what you get for sleeping with your head covered."

It was the same voice as the stingray on the tablet yesterday. So much for forgetting her. Amelia flailed with one arm, trying to push the floating tablet away, but without much success.

"Come on. Let's talk."

"No wanna."

"Come on."

"Am sleep. Leave 'lone."

The other stingray sighed. "I was afraid of this."

"Go 'way."

"Okay, we're going with plan B."

The blanket disappeared in the space of a half-second, and before she was aware of it, two mechanical hands had grabbed her by the hair. Amelia yelped as she was tugged upright, then rolled over. Her scalp ached at the sudden, rough handling of her hair, and she groaned as she stared up at the glowing screen.

"Can you at least engage night mode or something?" she muttered.

"That's what you get for trying to forget."

"Mmmph...you just sprung that on me..."

"...You know what, that's fair."

The screen finally dimmed, leaving her staring at a more sepia version of the stingray from earlier. It didn't completely nullify her headache, but it made it better. She could feel coherent, at least.

"Mmmph..."

"Now, are you ready to talk?" Ailsa asked.

"No."

"Too bad."

"You're an ass."

"No, I just have a nice one. As do you, actually. Wouldn't mind -"

She groaned, trying and failing to roll upright to a sitting position. Instead, she rolled right off the couch and hit the floor. The thump woke her up a little bit more...and squished her breasts quite a bit...and almost jammed a bottle between her thighs. The empty vodka bottle made her feel rather bruised, actually.

"Mmmph...let me shower first..."

"No. This is important."

"Why? So you can make me like you?"

"..."

Amelia groaned as she slowly rolled over again. She was briefly smothered by the large breasts she'd gained, then pushed them back down, looking up at the tablet.

"You called me an 'alt.' You really think that's going to make anyone happy?"

"Well..."

"Might as well just call me a clone. Or a back-up."

"Okay, that's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

"I mean...I mean..." Ailsa rubbed her arm. "Okay, this has gone down the wrong track. Big time."

The two stingrays stared at each other, her with anger and Ailsa with awkwardness. There was nothing to say, and Amelia could feel her time for the day ticking by the longer that they just looked at one another. She just wanted to see it stop, to let herself get up and get on with things, but she had a feeling that the tablet wouldn't let her.

Finally, the other stingray sighed and shook her head.

"Sorry. Let's start that again, huh?"

"Go ahead. Can't really stop you."

"Oh, get over it. This pouting really isn't good."

"I'm allowed! I'm an adult!"

"You're not acting like one." Ailsa sighed. "Is this what Faustus saw every time?"

"Who - you know what, I'm not going to ask."

"Good. It would take too long to - wait. You don't have a Faustus?"

"Whatever that is, no."

"...No wonder you're so petulant."

"What'd you call me?"

Ailsa shook her head.

"Look. Let me start over. I'm not trying to turn you into me. Just give you the tools to be the best that you can be. Because I know what I've done, and I want you to have the chance to do the same thing. And not get stuck beneath someone else for a change."

"Uh-huh."

"That's why I sent you the chest. And the cookbook. I wanted you to have the chance to really build yourself up without someone else there being the source of all your stuff. I want you to be able to be what you want."

"Uh-huh."

"Oh, stop it."

"Or what? You're going to slap me?"

WHAP!

"GAH!"

Amelia yelped as her tits got slapped, alright, bouncing from the mechanical arm sticking out of the floating tablet. She held her breasts with a blush spreading across her face, her cheeks burning hot and her mouth hanging open in shock.

"Did you just..."

"Look. I'm not in the mood for dealing with a brat, and you're this close to it. For fuck's sake, you're like me. You're a stingray. You're sexy. You're powerful. Why are you being such a pouty little pain about this?"

Amelia didn't have a good answer for that. She just...didn't. All things considered, she honestly didn't have anything else to say if this was how it was going to go. She sighed, rolling to her side, and then onto all fours. Pushing herself up to her feet, she managed to take a few slow breaths before looking back at the tablet.

"Look. I don't know what you want from me. Did you want to talk? Yank me out of my world so I can live in yours? Use me?"

"...I...kind of didn't think that far ahead, to be fair."

That much was pretty damn clear. Amelia shook her head.

"Maybe you should go figure that out, instead of just jumping in and telling me what you are. I mean...I'm barely processing this. I'm just trying not to freak out right now."

"That's...fair. I'll think on it. But I want you to think about something, too."

"And what's that?"

"What you want to be."

"I know what I want to be."

"Do you?" Ailsa asked. "Or are you just being what other people want you to be?"

"...I hate it when someone asks me stuff like that."

"Hey, so do I. Something in common."

The slight smile from the stingray on the screen did pull a tiny smile from her, but Amelia turned her head, not wanting to show it. At least, not for now.

"I've got to shower."

"And you'll think on the whole thing?"

"I'll...do something."

"I'm only going to do as much thinking as you do."

"Ugh. Fine."

"Good girl."

"Don't call me that," Amelia muttered. The words probably didn't get through, though, considering the tablet went dark before she even started talking. The tablet floated down to the couch and then rested against the back cushions.

She was half-tempted to throw the stupid thing away, but she doubted that the tablet would just go away that easily. That, or another one would be sent to her, this time from a more frustrated stingray that wanted even more from her.

What was the point in telling me all this? she wondered, walking down the hall to the shower. I mean, what's it do for either of us to know that the other exists?

She didn't know, but she had the horrible feeling that she was going to find out. One way, or another.

#

By the time she was clean, she had washed off most of her hangover, and the hot water had helped her come back to a more suitable level of coherence and awareness. She still grabbed herself a cup of coffee from the kitchen before heading to the computer. There was little in the way of extensive plans for her day, just yet, but she figured that she might as well check the messages from the streaming site.

There was only one, from DarkSoles. Apparently, he'd gone through with the offer of buying her a big toy, and it had been shipped already. Waiting to be picked up at her local post office, too.

Kinky fucker, she thought with a faint hint of admiration. Someone that was willing to go the extra mile definitely got ahead of the others in her books.

That said, she had no idea how big a toy he was shoving at her. She knew that her ass could take some fairly big things with her new species - everything felt at least a little bit rubbery compared to what her human flesh had felt like - but this was going to be something big, she was sure. Something very big. Perhaps even something that she wasn't supposed to take back there by official warnings, unless of a particular species.

Yet, somehow, that only made her more interested. If she could beat that challenge, it would probably look all the better for her.

Smiling, she sipped her coffee, going through some of the other details that had been sent. The top tier people were already asking her about their streams, even those that had already gotten the schedule down. DD had sent in some requests for further growths and temporary TFs from one species to another - he really was hung up on the TF stuff compared to the others - while Servile asked her if he could get something of a fight scene, showing her all sweaty and sexy while naked.

At least they're creative, she admitted.

The scenes all looked...mostly doable, though she had to tell DD that the chest didn't have the species that he was looking for. No dragon TFs, in this case. A pity, in some ways, but -

No, no, no. Don't start thinking that, or another mystery chest might show up.

So far, she had gotten all this stuff from Ailsa, and that meant that she kind of owed the other stingray a number of favors. Not that she had asked for them, but the gifts had meant that she was somewhat in Ailsa's debt, and she really, really, really didn't want to add to that any further.

Who knows what she'd call in for it...

Shaking her head, she clicked back to the post office. It'd open in half an hour, so she might as well hop in the car and head down to get the package. At least that way, she'd be able to go in without everyone staring at her...as much, at least.

She hopped off the computer, grabbed her shoes, and walked down to her car.

The post office was almost empty, which surprised her until she remembered how they had been downgraded in the last few years. The constant replacement of the post office by the other delivery companies had meant them losing reach, losing resources, and then losing employees. As their quality decreased compared to the drone delivery companies, they had stopped being the vital places that they had been.

Now, it was almost a ghost town. She sighed as she walked in, shaking her head.

"Hello?"

Nobody answered at first. She walked up to the counter, looking around the corner. Nobody was around. She dinged the bell, calling out again.

"Hello?"

This time, a grunt answered her. Amelia waited, staying where she was until someone came around the corner. A big bear, brown-furred and obviously a little bleary-eyed from lack of sleep, popped his head over to see her. He groaned, rubbing his forehead as he made his way to the desk.

"What's up?" he muttered.

"I...think I have a package for pick-up."

"That'd be a first. Name?"

"Amelia."

"Dunno why I'm asking. Just one package today."

"Then...probably mine."

"ID?"

She passed the temporary ID over, and he glanced at it. Barely glanced at it, as a matter of fact. Shaking his head, he left the desk again, stumbling as he walked away.

Guess that he probably got shoved here after his transformation, she thought to herself.

It was one more reason to remember that she was lucky, she realized. A lot of the people that would have changed themselves wouldn't necessarily be working in porn, and if they didn't have the connections to keep getting good jobs, then they might end up getting shunted off to someplace where it didn't matter if they were anthro, where it didn't matter that they weren't human. Nobody would see them, nobody would bother them.

And this would be one of the best places for that, considering the sheer lack of activity. She shook her head. Sympathy abounded.

But at least it meant that he hadn't made a comment about her. That was something, and definitely something that she appreciated.

He returned a few minutes later with her package, and her eyes just about bugged out of their sockets. It was a long one, perhaps as long as her arm, and when she took it from the bear, it nearly yanked her off her feet. She grunted, stumbling until she managed to pull it back up.

"What the..."

"Hey, I don't look in the packages, ma'am. I just store 'em."

"You...When did this come in?"

"Yesterday."

"And -"

"Ma'am, you got any questions, ask the people you bought it from. Anything else?"

"...Guess not."

"Good. I'm going back to sleep."

She was half-tempted to call a manager or something, but considering that the bear had been getting away with it when she walked in, she imagined that he was the only employee here. The post office really had gone downhill.

She walked back out of the post office, returning to her car. The smarter thing would have been to wait until she got home to open the box, but her curiosity got the better of her. She dragged her finger down the tape line, popped it open, and peered inside.

"Holy..."

She had been right to assume that Soles would be sending her something huge, but she hadn't expected something that huge. It was a horse-style cock, something that looked about as tall as a traffic cone, maybe slightly taller, with a flared head that would be all but impossible to get into her ass...or back out again, for that matter. Her cheeks burned as she imagined that stretching her pucker, pushing her further and further until she could take nothing smaller than that.

Fucking hell, man. Do you really think that I can actually...

Hell, Amelia almost wanted to, now. There was a warning label at the bottom of the toy, declaring that this was to be a novelty thing for anyone that wasn't of x amount of height - she had stopped paying attention at that point - and of an equine or similarly large species. Again, she didn't really care. Something sparked in her as she looked at it, and she slowly shook her head with a smile on her face.

Kinky fucker, indeed. She chuckled, closing the box once more and putting her car in gear. She pulled out and turned around, making her way for home.

#

As soon as she was inside, she went to her computer. She snapped a picture of the toy with her phone, uploaded it to the site's app, and then logged in on the computer as soon as it was booted up. As she half-expected, Soles was online, and she opened the chat box.

**Admin: You weren't kidding when you said big.

DarkSoles: I'm not much known for my sense of humor.

DarkSoles: Think you can take it?

Admin: I think I'm going to try.

DarkSoles: That's the spirit.

DarkSoles: And the other thing?

Admin: The foot growth?

DarkSoles: *nods*

Admin: I'm thinking about it.

Admin: I just don't want to lose the ability to wear shoes.

DarkSoles: Whether a goddess or a whore, both have gone barefoot.

Admin: You say that like you don't know which I am.

DarkSoles: Switch, sexy stingray. I'll want different things at different times.

Admin: Well, at least you like variety.

DarkSoles: That's a blessing and a curse. I'll see you tomorrow, or day after?

Admin: Tomorrow, I think. And...Just to check, are you near the post office?

DarkSoles: Why do you ask?

Admin: Just considering an expansion of the show. If you're close.

DarkSoles: Don't tease.

DarkSoles: Though that's an answer, I guess. Let's keep it to that, though, until you make a final decision.

Admin: I'm good with that. Thanks again.

DarkSoles: You're welcome. Bye.**

Clicking out of the chat box, Amelia sighed, rubbing her forehead and shaking her head. Every time that she started talking with people about this, the more tempted she realized she was to take this further. She had already become something of an icon to the chat. Was she really that interested in taking it further?

Well, being called a slut obviously doesn't bother me anymore, she thought. And I have to admit...

She would like to see the reactions that other people had to her. She wanted to see what it would be like to put this to work for real, safely, at first, and then...

What do I want?

It was a damn good, damn annoying question.

She leaned back against her chair, crossing her legs at the ankles and folding her hands over her crotch. Her cocks twitched slightly at the idea of what she'd be doing on camera, and more, on the idea of doing further things with her chat.

They're good people...but...

But what?

But they might see her as a slut? She was already acting like one.

But they'd expect things? They were already paying for them.

But they would look down on her? They seemed to respect her honesty.

She thought back to the other stingray, at how Ailsa had seemed to be rather different. That woman had power through magic, through domination of her home plane. She had obviously done something that gave her the strength and resources to do whatever she wanted, to become this powerful figure in whatever sort of world she came from. She obviously had some expectations that Amelia would do the same.

However, things had gone differently for her. She was off at the ass-end of things, doing little porn streams that would never entirely fade from her reputation. Taking over as some CEO or rising up the corporate ladder would never be her style.

However...

However...

However...

There were so many other possibilities, once she got past the problem of expectations. She ran her hands through her hair slowly, a comforting feeling as she considered what she did want.

Do I want to keep doing porn?

The answer to that was yes. She had been enjoying that a lot, and she knew that she had some talent with it, something that not all people - even those using Recro-TFs - had. That was something that she could cultivate, and the small group would slowly grow. Shrink, too, but mostly grow if she focused her talents on that.

And as it did, she could grow, too. Both as a person, and as a businesswoman, someone that had a reputation for...

For what?

For mothering?

Amelia cocked her head to the side as the idea popped into her head. That...actually almost felt right. Ailsa was the queen of her little world, from the way that she handled herself on the call. Amelia, however, could never do that. She didn't have that sort of push, that sort of inner drive to do that same sort of conquest. But she did have the strength of will to actually be that sort of authority figure that could 'mom' someone.

And a mom on a porn channel would be rather hot. She chuckled.

Maybe that's my brand. Maybe that's the sort of girl I can be.

Woman. The woman that she could be. That would work better, yeah. And if she pulled DarkSoles in, maybe she could be a good mom and adjust him a little bit, make him the good boy under his mother's feet that he could be.

The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea. DD could be taught how to be a good boy, how to be a helpful, spirited man with a bit more of a firm mom-hand on him, and Servile could be given the 'chores' that he so obviously wanted to do for the ladies in his life. She could be the hot mom that they needed.

Heh...one hot mama stingray...

One hand dropped to the box with the giant dildo, and she could already imagine that going deep in her ass. Oh, that was going to be good. Very good, as a matter of fact. Show that mama Amelia knew exactly what she was doing for her good boys and good girls on the chat.

Fits with the boobs, too.

Yes...Yes, that would work out well.

Still thinking it through, she half-expected to hear the tablet whir to life and then float in to see her. When it didn't, she wondered if Ailsa was still sorting herself out on the other end of things, in that other world. Would the other stingray come up with what she actually wanted out of this relationship, or was she realizing that this was just a random thing that didn't mean as much as she thought, or -

Well, it would sort itself out, one way or the other. She had other things that she could be doing, such as getting in touch with the other clients, or...

Or scheduling her muscle stream, and height.

Nothing says that moms can't be strong, after all.

And she still wanted to get that height and muscle. She considered waiting for a bit longer, to go with the original schedule that she had, but the more she thought about it, the more that she wanted to do her reward streams as the big, muscled amazon mama that she had started thinking of herself as. She wanted to feel that power as she lorded it over the others, particularly people like Soles and Servile. They seemed like the sort that would respect and play into that power a lot.

Only one way to be sure about this, though.

She opened the group chat. As soon as she started typing, everyone seemed to log in, almost like they were always waiting for her.

**Admin: Hey guys, checking in on something.

DungeonDragon: Listening.

DarkSoles: Decisions?

ServileSerpent: Something up, ma'am?

DwelleroftheDeep: Finally come to your senses?

Admin: Ha. Ha. Fuck you.

Admin: I'm thinking of moving the muscle stream to tomorrow.

Admin: Thoughts?

DarkSoles: First thought: why?

DungeonDragon: Same, and also, yay.

DungeonDragon: Muscles.

DungeonDragon: Not as good as balls, but muscles good.**

She had to look away for a moment, sputtering to herself at the sheer incorrigibleness that DD continued to show. He really was adorable in his own way.

**ServileSerpent: I'm fine with it, but I'm curious.

Admin: I'm...going to make a shift to the top tier stuff, and I want it to be equal for all of you.

DarkSoles: Kind of shift we talked about?

Admin: Yeah.

DarkSoles: ...

Admin: Yes?

DarkSoles: Nothing.

DarkSoles: Juuuuust shifting my hard-on around.**

The same seemed to happen for all the chat members for that matter. DD and DarkSoles seemed to have gotten the same idea, and it didn't take long for that to spread to Dweller, as well as to Servile. They all seemed quite enthused, particularly Servile, as a matter of fact.

**ServileSerpent: Ma'am, if I can just say?

ServileSerpent: I think you'll look gorgeous with muscles.

ServileSerpent: And I look forward to supporting your magnificent breasts with all the attention that you deserve.

DarkSoles: Suck-up, heh.

ServileSerpent: Well, I'll be sucking up a lot from her, I imagine.

DungeonDragon: Maybe you're a towel instead of a snake.

Admin: Just to check...are you all local?

DungeonDragon: You know I am.

DarkSoles: Ditto.

ServileSerpent: Not very, but can make the trip easily enough.

DwelleroftheDeep: I'll make it work.

Admin: Great.**

There it was. She'd committed now, at least for the month. And that meant that she was going to get a whammy from no less than four people. Maybe more, if the top tier started filling out further. The others hadn't responded yet, but she imagined that they would want something, eventually.

Fuck, this is going to be an intense month.

**Admin: I'll see you all tomorrow for the muscle stuff.

Admin: Any requests?

DarkSoles: You know my tastes.

DungeonDragon: Any chance for cock growth with it?

ServileSerpent: Sweat. Lots of it.

DwelleroftheDeep: Hmm...just you.

Admin: I'll see what I can do. Thanks.**

And that was that. She was done, committed, and...now she had to prep. She looked down at the giant horse cock, breathed in, and breathed out, shaking her head.

"Later," she muttered. "MUCH later."

She was going to have to work up to that thing. Otherwise, she'd be busting her butt rather than just stretching it, and whether that was DarkSoles's plans or not, she wasn't going to break herself like that for just one client.

The whole group, on the other hand...

Nah, nah. At least, not yet.

The End

Summary: Amelia has an angrier chat with Ailsa, though one that leads to some self-realizations.

Tags: H/solo, Stingray, Bear, Toy, Webcam Business, Series, Nudity, Breasts, Hair Pulling, Decisions, BIG Toy, No Sex,