ROYAL REWARD: VCardcaptor, Part 3 (Card TF, Vtubers, 2nd Person)

You lie back and cross your legs, making the pleather of the chair squeak, as the first of the vtubers filters into the recording studio. There are nine or ten of them in total–Nyanners has done a great job in recruiting them all–and while none of them are major names, you still recognize their faces: 

There’s Trickywi, and Lucy Pyre. Layna Lazar and Punkalopi. Vienna and Fefe. And oh, is that Dya Rikku hiding at the back?

As the last of them enters the room, they all look around, wondering what’s happening. “Where’s Nyanners?” says Punkalopi, giving you a confused glance. “She said she’d be here to meet us.” 

“She’s just out back, getting things ready,” you say, pushing yourself out of your chair with what you hope isn’t too smug a grin. “I’ll fetch her.” 

Punkalopi folds her arms with a huff.

Heading out into the corridor, you rummage in your bag and pull out the card bearing Nyanner’s image: she’s posed mid-run, her curvaceous figure crammed into a tight-fitting yoga outfit. 

As you focus on it, the card starts to glow, brighter and brighter and brighter, until at last, with a gigantic flash, out of it springs Nyanners herself, her transformed figure somehow even curvier in real life than it looked on the card. 

“Hi, Master!” she says. “What can I do for you?” 

You fold your arms. “Do you remember how I had you arrange a big collab with all those other vtubers?” 

“I do!” she cries, sounding surprisingly happy about it–for some reason, her transformation seems to have reduced her IQ. 

“Do you remember the rest of the plan?” She nods emphatically.

“Great. Well, they’re all waiting outside in that recording studio wondering where you are, so I need you to head out there and keep them busy while I get ready, okay? And don’t tell any of them what I’m planning to do, understand?” 

She throws a mock salute. “You’ve got it, Master!” 

With that, she turns and disappears into the recording studio, leaving you alone in the corridor. 

As Nyanners chats with the other vtubers, you reach into your bag and retrieve the deck of cards she came from. Unlike hers, these cards are all blank, but that doesn’t make them any less valuable. 

Shuffling them, you try to remember how many tubers you saw entering the room. Ten or so, right? Yeah, that sounds about right. You pick a few extra cards just in case, and, slipping the rest of the deck back into your bag, make your way towards the door. As you approach it, your chosen cards start to shine in your hands like Sting detecting Orcs. It makes you a little hard just thinking about it. (What’s about to happen, not the Orcs.)

Grabbing the handle, you step inside. 

The gathered vtubers barely react as you enter. They’ve seen you already, of course, and clearly you’ve successfully given the impression that you’re Nyanners’ agent or someone related to the studio, because none of them spare you more than a second glance.

“Oh, here he is,” says Nyanners, turning to face you. “Did you bring the cards?” 

“Of course,” you say, handing them to her. You keep a couple for yourself, just in case, but it doesn’t seem like it’s necessary–none of them are showing a single sign of suspicion.

Taking the cards in hand, Nyanners spins back to the other vtubers. “Okay, if you all want to take one of these…” 

“What are they?” says Trickywi, accepting one with a frown. “Are they meant to be glowing like this?” 

Nyanners laughs. “Don’t worry, they’re meant to! I’ll explain in a second.” She passes another card to Vienna and one to Fefe and another to Dya Rikku. Finally, everyone has their own glowing blank card that they can stare at in bafflement. 

“Okay?” says Punkalopi. “Now what?” 

You snap your fingers.

With a sound like a thousand divers slamming into the water, a hundred or more spectral tentacles burst from the cards–ten or more for each, all fat and throbbing–and wrap themselves around the shocked, squealing vtubers. 

“Wh-what is this? What’s going on?!” cries Lucy Pyre. “What’s–Mmmphf!” Her protests cut out quickly as one of the tentacles slams into her mouth.

“Nnn~!” wails Layna Lazar, squirming even harder. “Let me go! Let me–Oooooh!” Another tentacle, even larger than Lucy’s, forces itself between her legs with an audible squelch.

Beside her Trickywi, thrashes, squealing, as the tentacles coil around her limbs and stretch them apart. “Nononono! Let me go! Let me–!” Schlup! Schlup! Schlup! One tentacle slams into her mouth, another between her legs, and a third worms its way deep beneath her asscheeks. She moans through her gag, eyes rolling back in pleasure. 

One by one, the screams of protest cut out, replaced by muffled moans and mewls of pleasure as the tentacles subdue their prey the only way they know how. Finally, tightening their grip, they start to drag them downward. Down, down, out of the air and towards the cards on the ground. As they approach, they start to shrink as if in a trick of perspective, and finally, with one last wet, meaty schlup, they slip out of this dimension and into the little pieces of card. The last of the tentacles follows a second after. 

Nyanners steps aside to let you approach as the cards on the floor flicker, busy painting themselves with new images. As the glow finally fades, you bend down and pick one up: it depicts a shocking curvaceous Trickywi, her figure blown to absurd new proportions and crammed into a skimpy black one-piece. She’s posed bending down, as if to give someone a blowjob.

Going through them one by one, you find them all in similar poses. Finally, shuffling them all in your hand, you spread them in a fan, and with a small effort of will…

The room fills with smoke. When it clears, ten girls are standing before you, their egregious bodies spilling out of their skimpy outfits. “What can we do for you, Master?” they chorus, eyes eager. 

Chuckling, you unzip your pants.