"Welcome to the Cosmic Crown, Queen Kadie!" The doberman in the security uniform said. "Would you like some assistance with your gear?"
Arkadia smiled slyly back at her. "Oh this?" She said, hefting up the crate in her forepaw. "No, this is a personal package, I can handle it myself. But thank you ever so much for your offer. Could you point me toward my green room?"
The doberman opened the door and stepped aside. "Turn right inside the door, then it's the fourth door on your left," she said. "You're due on stage in ninety minutes, we're looking forward to your set!"
"As am I, thank you dear," Arkadia said, heading through the door without another word. The grey-furred, blue-haired hyena was worried she wouldn't make it in time for the beginning of her set, but she needn't have concerned herself. Her "personal package" proved much less troubling to acquire than she thought it might. She even had enough time to savor it before she went out to her cheering crowd.
The hyena's career had already grown a great deal. In just five years as a professional DJ, she had developed enough of a following to be the headliner of a venue like Cosmic Crown. There would be almost eleven thousand furs in the audience tonight, and most of them were there just to see her. Sometimes she could barely believe it.
She walked into the green room and locked the door behind her, setting the crate on the ground in front of the couch. Exactly as requested in her rider, she had a queen-size bed in one corner of the room, a well-stocked bar with everything she requested, and the suitcase she sent ahead set next to the bed.
Yes, it was going to be a wonderful show.
With more than an hour to kill before she had to be on stage, Arkadia figured she might as well enjoy this bar they provided her. They had the Neptunian gin necessary to make a proper landing craft, and one or three of those would be a perfect antidote to her pre-show jitters.
Well, those and the lovely contents of the crate she now rested her boots on. Judging by the little whimpers leaking out from inside, her guest wasn't about to complain about their presence.
"I hope you understand why you're here right now," Arkadia said, swirling the cocktail around in its glass. "I'm a true admirer of your work, little princess. But if you're going to keep biting the paws that feed, you can't be surprised when they come for you."
That drew a cute little muffled growl from the crate. Arkadia snickered. The little slut in the crate was lucky she wasn't being kidnapped into some dank basement in the middle of nowhere with how she loved to show herself off. Seriously, who talks about wanting to be kidnapped on stream that much? Surely she knew this was coming someday, she just needed to find a sufficiently motivated fan.
From the moment Arkadia first saw "prettyyy_princess" online, she knew she just had to have her. Soft pink fur, a smile bright enough to light up a solar system, a body that could seemingly take anything the little whore could dream up. But what captivated the hyena was the kittypup's eyes.
She'd never seen anything like them. Bewitching concentric rings of purple, baby blue, and white, forever rippling in hypnotic patterns. Arkadia had watched in awe as the kittypup entranced particular viewers on her streams into emptying their bank accounts into hers.
Once the pink princess turned her abilities on Arkadia, though, her fate was sealed. The hyena wasn't about to stand by and do nothing as the little brat giggled about draining six thousand credits from her account before she came. No, she had a reputation to uphold! She didn't build her career by standing there and letting little streamer brats bully her. She would have the last laugh.
And now, "prettyyy_princess" was here, bound, gagged, blindfolded, and crated. It wasn't even that difficult to take her, the difficult part was finding her. It took months of obsessive dedicated hunting, but Arkadia finally turned up address records for the little brat. And what luck, it was a short little jump from the dwarf planet she called home to tonight's venue. It was like the universe intended for this to happen.
It had been so deliciously easy to take her. A knock at her door, a rag over her muzzle, and a blindfold were enough to keep her from trancing her way out of her fate. The brief look of fear in the kittypup's eyes as she realized what was happening to her was sweeter than watching her on stream ever had been. It took some serious self-restraint not to fuck the little pink bitch right there on the floor of her apartment, but Arkadia forced herself to wait. The slut's submission would taste all the sweeter if she saved up.
Truth be told, she had figured it would be a bit harder to kidnap a magical being. Arkadia didn't know how much stock she put in the kittypup's tales of being some millennia-old fae creature, but those eyes and that voice were plenty convincing. Maybe her magical powers began and ended with her hypnotic ability? Arkadia didn't care. She had her prize, and didn't feel the need to contemplate beyond that fact.
"Here's what's going to happen tonight, little princess," Arkadia said, banging the heel of her boot on the top of her captive's crate. "I'm going to go out there and play my show, the crowd's going to cheer my name, and then I'm going to come back here. Obviously, I'm going to be hot, sweaty, and revved up from all of that. So I'm going to come back here, take my new pet out of her crate, and see if the little streamer takes it as well from real furs as she does from all her lovely toys."
The crate wiggled under Arkadia's boots, and the hyena heard some panicked whimpers. Perfect. Little whore deserved it for showing herself off like that. Part of her wanted to bring her out and make the slutty pet suck her off under the table during the show, but there would be plenty of time for that in the future. prettyyy_princess needed to be broken in before she was ready for anything like that. That was what later tonight was for.
Arkadia felt compelled to reward herself for her hard work. Kidnapping a fur was not easy work, she should give herself a treat. Surely a fourth drink couldn't hurt. She knew this set like the back of her paw, everything was perfectly sorted out and ready for her to mix. She didn't have to talk to anybody, she didn't have to sing, she just had to put together a techno mix her audience would love. This was her element. Sobriety was altogether unneccessary.
An hour later, the hyena was properly drunk and ready to go on stage. She slipped her headphones on and shucked off her jacket, baring her forelegs for the crowd to see. Her listening public expected her to show a little fur, and she couldn't disappoint the crowd! They came all this way to see her, she ought to put on a nice show.
"Alright, you little whore," Arkadia slurred, stumbling toward the door. "I'll be back to use you in a few hours. Stay comfy in there, yeah?"
She got no audible response from the crate. The little bitch must've been coming to terms with her new life. It didn't matter to Arkadia. She had a set to put on!
***
The hyena came back into the green room, absolutely exhilarated. That was amazing! She'd never seen a crowd that big for one of her shows, and they were eating out of her paw! She showed off a bit more than usual too, even taking her top off and doing much of the set in her bra. Everyone loved it, the manager of the venue came up to her right when she walked off stage and begged her to come back as soon as she could.
Arkadia referred the simpering weasel to her representation. They could take care of all of those pesky details at a later date. Right now, she had a slut in her dressing room that required her immediate attention.
