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

You’re halfway home–your deck of nearly-blank cards tucked tightly into a pocket where they inevitably rub against your throbbing, erect cock–when you run into your second vtuber of the day. 

“Hey, Lily! What are you up to?” Strolling down the street with her phone to her ear, Sinder the Hellhound seems remarkably unaware of the world around her. 

Wow, you think, watching her big buttcheeks rise and fall as she walks. What are the chances you’d run into two vtubers on one day? Maybe you should buy a lottery ticket or something.

In the meantime, why not add a second card to your collection? Drawing the deck from your pants, you pluck a blank card from beneath your lewd copy of Nyanners and inspect it. Already, the card is glowing, just waiting for you to put it to good use. Slipping the rest of the deck back into your pants, you hurry after Sinder, the blank card poised in your fingers like a throwing knife. 

“You did what to him?” Ahead, Sinder comes to a stop on the corner of the street, pausing to look both ways before she crosses. Conveniently, this gives you time to take aim. Double-checking there’s no one around to see what’s about to happen, you draw back the card and sling it at her like a shuriken. 

In retrospect, maybe you should have practiced your card throwing skills before you decided to try something so ambitious. Instead of doing what you intend, the card strikes Sinder in the back of her head and bounces off her, tumbling empty to the floor. 

Sinder turns, a look of bafflement on her face. You, on the other hand, hurry to draw another empty card from your deck. You launch it just as she catches sight of you. 

“Hey!” she cries. “What the hell are you–?!” 

The card lands directly in her cleavage. 

There is a moment in which the two of you stand there silent, both staring at the empty vcard protruding from her tits. Then, just as she’s about to break the spell and yell at you, the card flashes, and from its empty face springs a Cthulhu’s worth of thick, squirming tentacles, which ripple and writhe as they coiled around her form. 

“What the fuck?! What’s happening?!” Stumbling back, Sinder struggles to escape, but she barely makes it three feet before a tendril coils around her ankles and trips her. Squealing, she drops to her plentiful buttocks and lies there moaning, her eyes wide, as the tentacles finish wrapping around her. 

Of course, they aren’t just trying to catch her: even as you watch, one slips up her skirt, and she releases a giant scream, her face going red and her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Not a second later, one slams into her mouth, threatening to choke her as it forces its thick shaft down her throat. With every throb and pulse, her muffled moans become a little louder. 

Finally, just as it sounds like she’s about to orgasm, the tentacles lift off the ground and into her air, where they hold her mewling body tight and turn her around, exposing every inch of her supple flesh as they tear off her clothes. Every part of her they reveal, they enjoy themselves with: tentacles slap her ass, squeeze her thighs, and grope her generous breasts, leaving every inch of her coated in slime. 

At last, having fucked her and groped her to their pleasure, the tendrils drag her down to the card on the floor. As she drops, she seems to shrink, as if space itself is being funneled down into two dimensions. For a moment, you think she’s still too big to fit, but in the end it makes no difference: with a schlup, she vanishes into the card. 

You snatch it up and study it: even before your eyes, its blank face is flickering as a new picture paints itself into existence. It looks, you’re not surprised to see, like Sinder. She’s standing on the street corner–this same corner you’re at now–but instead of being the middle of the day, it’s night, and instead of her normal clothes, she’s wearing short shorts, fishnet stockings, and a croptop, not to mention more make-up than you’d imagine is humanely possible. She looks, to summarize, like the trashiest streetwalker you’ve ever encountered. Maybe the way it portrays them is contextual? You should try catching someone at the beach, perhaps. 

On the front of the card, she’s leaning forward, exposing her generous cleavage (not that her top conceals much). On the rear, she’s wiggling her butt, her enormous cheeks threatening to burst out of her shorts. 

Curious, you pluck Nyanners from her deck to compare them. Both look a little bigger on the card, but Sinder is practically superhuman. Probably because she was bigger to start.

As you examine them, Nyanners’ card starts to glow again. Eyes wide, you hold it at arm’s length. What’s it going to do now? It’s not going to explode, is it? 

Mercifully, it doesn’t, though what it actually does it almost as shocking. With a tremendous plop, like some leaping into a swimming pool, Nyanners bursts from the card and lands on the sidewalk at your feet. 

You stumble back, afraid she’s going to slug you, but to your surprise, she simply stands and stretches. Looking closer, you realize she’s not back to normal: she looks exactly as she looked on the card, complete with enhanced assets, skimpy workout clothes, and sweat all over her (so erotic~!).

As you stand there, sweating yourself, she turns to face you. Her expression is blandly happy, like you’re a friend she’s just happened to stumble into. “Hello, Master! Is there anything you’d like me to do?” 

You stare at her blink. “Um, grope your boobs?” 

Obediently, she does so. 

Staring into their firmly-squeezed cleavage, you take a deep breath and double-check no-one’s around. “Um, can you give me a blowjob?” 

“Whatever you want from me, Master!” 

Zzzzip!