When You're Not Horny, Use the Fox God

I was losing my mind.

Why the hell had I ever agreed to this content?

If I could turn back time, I'd rewind exactly thirty minutes. Because if I did, I wouldn't have to draw this godforsaken picture.

Ten viewers. Ten wildly different perversions. I'd spent a long time wondering how on earth I was supposed to satisfy all of them.

If this were a private commission, I could just mash all ten tags into a single character and call it a day. But my stream was fundamentally a 15+ broadcast, not an 18+ one. Draw some deranged fetish porn like that and I'd get banned on the spot.

So what was I supposed to do?

First of all, [Loli] was the biggest problem. With no way to prove my identity right now, if someone reported me under child pornography laws, I was completely finished. The cops who kicked down my door would take one look at a fox beastkin drawing porn in her room and haul me straight to the station. From there it'd be interrogations, then some shady research lab, and once I was in that lab it'd be experiments, full-body dissection, and a miserable ending. Getting reported under those laws was something I absolutely refused to risk.

Having made my decision, I clasped my hands politely toward the camera and made a request of the viewers — already past twenty and climbing.

"Um... could I ask you all for just one favor?"

At the viewers' absolute refusal to change the tags, I waved my hands and spoke up.

"No? I'm not going to do anything cheap like changing the tags. But everyone, just think about it for a second? The reason you found my stream isn't just to watch every fetish imaginable mashed together — you also came here to look at something that actually gets you off, right?"

When I asked in a slightly more serious tone, the viewers seemed thrown off, typing their chats more carefully.

About three bloodthirsty viewers left in disappointment. But I brushed that off without a second thought and let ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out a laugh as alluring as any proper gumiho's.

"Hehehe... one of you put it perfectly. Honestly, if you dump all those tags into one drawing — no, one character — I'm not even joking, you get pure cursed art. Seeing how much board slang you all use, looks like we've got a lot of community people here. Even if you've built up a tolerance for cursed art, you still don't want to look at it, right? So."

I turned a hungry gaze on the Fox God floating beside me and continued.

"I'll split the tags across a few characters. We've got [NTR] and [Group] tags anyway, so we need multiple people in the picture, don't we?"

There was only one way to save this content. Not pouring every tag into a single character, but distributing them across as few characters as possible.

What that meant was this: use [Loli][Futanari][Huge Breasts][Tentacles][Femdom] to build one intensely charged character, then use [SM][NTR][Oviposition][Furry][Group] to build another equally intense one.

With normal tags, maybe it wouldn't matter. But fetish tags had a special property — any one of them alone might be hot, but the more you stacked on, the more catastrophically cursed the result became. Just look at this. [Loli][Futanari][Huge Breasts][Tentacles][Femdom] — what a nightmarish combination. Even after deliberately splitting the tags, the thought of actually drawing all of it still terrified me.

My persuasion seemed to have worked, because the viewers at least went along with my proposal for now.

Some of the viewers demanded a face reveal, but my perfect rebuttal shut them right up.

"Boobs aren't embarrassing, but my face is. So I'm planning to reveal it later. Maybe once I hit around ten thousand concurrent viewers?"

"If that bothers you, go recruit more viewers yourself. I already told you, didn't I? I'll reveal it when I hit ten thousand live viewers. Mention face reveal again and I'm banning you. Now please focus on the art."

Time to concentrate.

To turn unsexy art into something that actually got people going, every single cell in my body needed to awaken.

I started sketching out the rough draft, glancing at the Fox God, who was staring at the tablet with curious interest.

...Earlier thou looked upon this one as if she were prey. Why, then, dost thou now gaze with such affectionate ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eyes?

Had I put too much desire into that look?

I switched off my mic and beamed a bright smile at her as she stared back with open contempt.

"Just like you need to look at dried yellow croaker to make a meal taste even better, I need to look at you to draw something that actually gets people off."

It was true, too. The difference in how hot a piece turned out when I drew it looking at her versus not looking at her was enormous. For this content, I planned to draw while watching her — and make the viewers horny in the process.

What manner of nonsensical dogshit is that?

"I've told you over and over. Foxes are canines, so everything we say is dogshit."

I shot back at her, then opened the mic again to talk to the viewers.

"Rough's coming together pretty well. The composition itself looks pretty good, right?"

As they talked, one viewer dropped a mission on my stream.

I stared blankly at the thirty thousand won that had popped up in the top-left corner for a moment, then broke into a delighted smile and addressed the viewer who'd set the mission.

"When have you ever seen me run things cheaply? I'll walk that line — almost banned, not quite banned — and make it as spicy as possible."

Let's see.

A futanari huge-breasted loli with tentacles and a femdom streak...

Queen concept, so maybe a light school-mistress outfit would work well.