ROYAL REWARD: Star-Crossed Suckers (Plant TF, Vtubers)

“Oh, Snuffy, my beloved!”

“Oh, Buffpup, my secret lover…!” 

Moonlight poured on the sequestered forest glade, coating the grass and the trees alike in a shining, silvery glow. 

As one, the two crept out of the clearing, flicking their heads left and right lest they be seen. At last, satisfied that no one lay in wait to catch them, the two rushed into the center of the glade and took each other in their arms and messily snogged, like in that one meme with the funny faces. 

Finally, they pulled apart, a thick line of drool keeping their mouths connected. “Oh, Snuffy!” cried Buffpup, taking her lover’s hands in her own. “I’ve waited so long for your touch!” 

“Oh Buffpup!” cried Snuffy. “I’ve been so desperate for your contact too. Oh, if only the world could know of our love!” 

Buffpop shook her head sadly. “I wish it were so, my beloved Snuffy. But alas, as you know, I am already engaged to be married. To my dearest husband-to-be, the Rabbit Prince Shiabun.”

Snuffy swooned and would have fallen to the forest floor outright if Buffpup hadn’t caught her. “Oh, say it isn’t so! Though I knew it already, to hear you say it…! Oh, I could swoon a second time!” She tried, but Buffpup holding onto her made this somewhat difficult. “If only there were some way we could be together.”

“We could always kill ourselves,” said Buffpup, producing a bubbling black potion. “That would be romantic, wouldn’t it? Together in death, you know?” 

Snuffy thought about this for a second. “No, I’d rather not.” 

“Fair enough.” 

A cool breeze blew through the clearing, rustling the grass around their feet. 

“We could elope,” said Buffpup. “Run away to some exotic foreign locale and be married beneath the palm trees.” 

“Why didn’t you suggest that first?” said Snuffy, squinting. “Of course we should run away! The only question is… when?” 

“How about now?” said Buffpup. 

“Sure, that works for me. One last kiss before we run off into the night?” 

“Sure. Oh, Snuffy!” 

“Oh, Buffpup!” 

Wrapping their arms around each other, the two kissed with all the passion of the latest popular anime couple as depicted in fanart. Probably the one from Dandadan, or whatever.

Alas, their romantic escape was not to be, for no sooner had they commenced the entanglement of tongues than our star-crossed dames were stung by some dastardly night bees. 

“Ow!” cried Buffpup. “What the fuck?” Rubbing her neck, she produced a small dart, its tip still dripping a gleaming fluid. 

“What the hell?” cried Snuffy. 

“So!” called a new voice, masculine, but only barely. “So this is where I find you, my dear fiancée. Dallying with the raccoons, are you?” 

Buffpup gasped. “No, it can’t be–! You–!” 

“That’s right!” cried the figure, stepping out of the darkness and lowering his rifle. “It is I! Your betrothed, the Rabbit Prince Shiabun.” He removed his cloak, letting his rabbit ears spring out into the open. Boing! “I’ve long suspected your betrayal, you fiercesome harlot. To the end that I decided to follow you on your so-called moonlit masturbation trips. …It isn’t masturbating if there’s someone else involved, you whore!” 

“Oh, Shiabun!” Buffpup threw herself to her knees, arms raised pleadingly. “Please, have mercy! She’s my sister!” 

“I think not, you woman-of-ill-repute! Only the French kiss their sisters with such passion, and I know for a fact that you are American.” He swished his coat. “Besides, ‘tis too late, I fear. The elixir is already taking effect.” 

“Effect?!” To their horror, our lovers were to find their hopes of escape swiftly dashed, for their feet were rooted to the ground. As if by roots!

“What witchcraft is this?” cried Snuffy, struggling to pull her feet free of the ground. To her horror, they appeared to be sinking into the dirt. 

Beside her, Buffpup squealed. Her feet had sunken up to her ankles, and her legs had slammed together, squeezing so tight she could only moan in a most uncouth manner. “Lover! Lover! Oh, dear Shiabun, please! Spare me!” Sizzling, her clothing started to melt. 

As one, the pair’s dresses slipped, still smoldering, to the ground, exposing their changing bodies to the starlight. Beneath the moon, they warped and twisted, Snuffy’s bosom bloating to a most inhuman size, while Buffpup’s seat-of-womanly-delight swelled into a veined rod somewhat resembling a male phallus, if egregiously enlarged. Together, the two squealed and clasped their new assets most impolitely. 

“Hah!” cried the Rabbit Prince Shiabun. “Now your true nature is revealed, you… you…” He fumbled, grasping the air–one of the stagehands passed him his script. “…doxies!” 

Around Buffpup’s thighs appeared a dappling of orange spots, like tick bites, save they rapidly blossomed into mushroom caps. Soon her head was to acquire a cap of its own, though sadly it did not land on her crown but rather sprouted all around her, wrapping around her temple and leaving her face pressing through the fungi like one of Jack the Ripper’s victims through the burlap of his sack. 

Beside her, Snuffy’s arms turned green and shrivelled into a pair of dainty leaves. Her neck and torso followed not far behind them. “Oh, my dear lover!” she cried. “If this is the end, let us at least end it together! One final kiss for the road?” 

Buffpup was too busy moaning to respond, but Snuffy took the chance to try to kiss her anyway. Unfortunately, her height took the chance to drop by several feet, and so rather than her lover’s lips, it was her egregious phallus her mouth ended up latched to. “Mmmphf! Mmmphf! Mmm~.” Gluck! Gluck! Gluck! As she sucked, her lips thickened and stretched, while the rest of her features sank into her increasingly bulb-shaped head. 

With time, as the valiant moon swept slowly overhead, our lover’s twists of the flesh came at last to the end, their figures warped quite distinctly out of shape. Dear Buffpup’s had been quite intensely grown, infested with fungal growth, not to mention a massive cock. Dear Snuffy’s, in contrast, had been much reduced, shriveled into a mere sucking plant, though the adjective did little to describe her new bosom. 

“There,” said the Rabbit Prince Shiabun, looking down on the lovers sternly. “Justice is served! ...Why do I have an erection?”