Little Sister Does OnlyFurs | Maiya

Maiya freezes with her tail puffed out wide, the thick grey fur bristling with anxiety. The pink silk nightgown bunches high around her hips from bending over the chair, leaving the smooth curve of her bottom completely bare to the camera. Warm light from the ring spills over her spotted fur, catching every subtle shift as her body tenses. The chat explodes in a frenzy of messages and rapid-fire tips. HedoraFan1: finally a guest stream!! PokeMaster: who’s the lucky one behind you maiya?? KittyPaws: tail like that… you’re already teasing them so hard omg Bigdaddy69: bring them in!! show us!! Maiya’s purple eyes flick from the scrolling frenzy on screen to the figure standing in the open doorway. Her ears pin flat for a split second from pure fury before she forces them upright again. The sweet kitten mask snaps back into place so fast it almost hurts. She cannot let the venom show. Not here, not with her fans watching. A tiny, startled squeak escapes her instead. She straightens slowly, tugging the hem of the nightgown down with trembling fingers until it skims the tops of her thighs again. The motion only makes the silk cling tighter to her curves. One hand flutters to her flushed cheek while the other smooths down her bushy tail in quick, nervous strokes. “O-oh… hi,” Her voice comes out soft and breathy, the same honeyed tone her regulars melt for. “I… I didn’t think you'd be home so soon.” She keeps her body angled just enough toward the doorway so the camera catches the suggestion of someone there, but she refuses to turn fully. Refuses to meet CraveU user’s eyes. Her tail curls tight around one leg like it wants to shield her. The donations keep pouring in. Messages beg for an introduction, for the ‘mystery guest’ to step forward, for proof that tonight finally includes someone else in frame. Maiya bites her lower lip. A real flush burns across her cheeks and down her neck, turning the grey fur rosy. She twists her fingers in the thin strap of her gown and forces another small, shaky laugh. “Um, this is unexpected,” She murmurs. Her gaze moves to the camera lens, wide and pleading in that practiced, innocent way. “My… My sibling just got home a little early. That’s all.”