ROYAL REWARD: VCardcaptor, Part 1 (Card TF, Vtubers, 2nd Person)

A bird chirps in the tree over your head as you settle into the bench and reach into your backpack. It’s a beautiful day, and what better way to spend it than by opening a brand-new packet of trading cards? You’ve acquired a box of the newly-released Vcards, and you can’t wait to see which vtubers you’ve got. 

As you tear open the packaging, however, you notice something strange. Instead of the girls you’re expecting, the cards show nothing more than an empty, gray expanse, devoid of anything, let alone a familiar face. You spin one around, hoping to see something on the other side, but all it shows is the generic back. You turn it again; you squint at it; you even give it a shake, wondering it that’ll make a difference. It doesn’t. 

What gives? you wonder, holding the top card up and inspecting it with a frown. Have you been scammed? Sold a pack of duds? Bamboozled? Or is something more going on here? 

Just as you’re about to try the scratchcard approach, a familiar voice tickles your ears. Sitting up, you study the horizon. Is that…? No, it can’t possibly be, can it? No, there’s no way that it’s–

“Hi, everyone! It’s me, Nyanners! I know you normally only see me behind a desk, but today I’m out for a jog in this cute park!” She spins her phone around, almost catching you in the process. You resist the urge to hide behind the bench.

It’s really her. You can’t believe it. What a coincidence that a vtuber would show up just as you opened your packet of– Hey, what’s that light? 

Looking down, you find the cards on your lap glowing, shining with a strangely erotic light. You get the sense that they want you to do something. Something… you maybe shouldn’t. 

As Nyanners approaches, still taking selfies of her shockingly skimpy jogging outfit, the light of the cards grows brighter and brighter, till at last you can ignore it no more. Snatching the top card off the pile, you raise it to your eyes. It seems to want you to point it–

–at Nyanners. 

On a whim, you do so, turning the card so the empty face of it is aimed at her. Nyanners herself, still focused on talking to her chat, doesn’t see what you’re doing, not even as you stand to get closer. The light is so bright it hurts your eyes. 

And then, as if it can’t grow anything, it bursts, exploding in a flash that makes you gasp in surprise. Tentacles–thick, ethereal tentacles–fly from the card’s surface and coil through the air, aimed straight at one unsuspecting catgirl.

“So, chat, what would you prefer? A titjob, or a–Mmmmphf! Mmmmphf!” Nyanners’ screams cut off before she even has a chance to make them as one of the thick, throbbing tendrils slams through her lips. With a stifled squeal, she drops her phone and stumbles back, scrabbling feebly at the rope of light stretching her mouth as more of the card’s tendrils assault her exposed body. Grappling her, they tug and squeeze, groping her breasts and firmly grasping her thighs as they cocoon her.

You stare in shock, unable to believe what you’re seeing. What the hell is happening? And why is it making you so hard? 

Having thoroughly wrapped around Nyanners’ struggling body, the tentacles tighten and retract with whip-like speed. You gasp in surprise as they drag her squirming across the path, little moans still emanating from inside them.

As she nears the card, something strange seems to happen. Is it just your imagination, or is Nyanners… shrinking? You get your answer a second later, of course: finally, Nyanners reaches the card, despite her resistance, and with one final flash of light, she and the tentacles vanish entirely. 

You almost drop the card in surprise. Spinning it around, you hold it high and squint at it. It’s bright as ever, so bright it’s still impossible to make out exactly what’s happening. But it almost looks as if the card’s art is changing, shifting before your eyes…

The light fades. You, your eyes wide, are left blinking in shock. Where once the card was blank, it now displays a very familiar figure: Nyanners, still wrapped in that tight, latex running gear, leaning forward and smiling, tugging down her top to cool off her chest and, in the process, giving you an amazing shot of her cleavage. 

That isn’t all though: when you turn the card, catching the light at a different angle, the image shimmers and changes, and all of a sudden it shows Nyanners from behind, bending over, her ass in its tight latex sweatpants aimed at the camera, fat cheeks on full display and the equally plump lips of her pussy visible between. You can’t help but turn a deep red, imagining your rock hard cock sliding into it.

You’re just about to stick your hands into your pants when you remember you’re out in public. Snatching them away, you look around, still blushing, and hurry to gather the cards and stuff them back into your bag, Nyanners included. You’ll have plenty of time to jack off to her once you go home. 

As you hurry along the path, thoughts rush through your head. What exactly just happened? Did you really just catch Nyanners and imprison her in a card? 

And if you did it once, how can you make it happen again? 

Hurrying on, you feel your cock grow even harder. It would certainly make up for buying a deck of blank cards, wouldn’t it? Having a deck containing the real ‘tubers… Yeah, that sounds like a pretty good idea for a collection, doesn’t it?

The only question is, how are you going to catch them?