/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

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>You were watching a VOD recording when the doorbell rang
>Your package has arrived
>After signing the paper, you pull the huge man-sized box into the living room
>Inside the box is a tightly sealed container with a keypad
>You punch in the numbers and it opens
>Revealing a liquid filled tank...
>...and a naked Pekora floating in suspended animation
>You drain the tank and take Pekora out
>Ten thousand dollars including shipment... this better be worth it
>Within seconds she wakes up and immediately freaks out from seeing you
>She screamed, asking where is she and for your identity
>She's still a bit dazed but you told her that you bought her off a rabbit farm, they have been breeding Pekora by the thousands
>Pekora couldn't believe the story, there is no way she was being grown en masse like this
>She exclaims how the last thing she remembered was doing a 2022 New Years idol concert in Japan
>Ten years have passed since, you told her
>Her pupils shrink and the light on her face disappears
>You showed her a clip of the HoloFarms project on the monitor
>An entire warehouse with copies of Pekora in tanks, believing they are still streaming and doing idol activities in their dreams
>Pekora covers her mouth and tries not to throw up from shock
>You revealed how vtubers were contained and converted into renewable sources of food and material after the vtuber market crash
>As for the original? Theyre being kept alive, hooked up on machines, forced to give birth to these copies
>Swallowing bile, she asks you what is she here for
>You walk to your kitchen and turn the lights on, showing her your fridge and pantry
>Rabbit meat. Lots and lots of rabbit meat. Sausages dangling from the ceiling, pelts adorning the walls and floor, vacuum sealed rabbit steaks marinating
>The clothes on your back being made from her hair and fur
>Pekora was taken aback and crawled against the wall, her eyes fixed on the fridge
>The fear in her eyes was overwhelming her expression, her face turning pale, her mouth lost motor control and all she could do is wail in fear
>You told her she was special
>The previous Pekora you bought were all Grade C's
>Mindless copies grown for meat and fur, devoid of memories and intelligence, animals in humanoid bodies
>The one sobbing in the corner of your kitchen is a Grade A
>Having the memories, personality, and most importantly, sentience, similar to the original Pekora
>And it has been a long while since you enjoyed having your way with an actual intelligent and tasty creature
>Pekora stands up and makes her way to the door
>You grab her by the neck and choke her down on the table
>She pleas for you to let her go, tears swelling in her eyes and drool dripping from her mouth
>You move forward and give her a deep kiss, pushing your tongue deep inside her mouth to the back of the palate
>Grabbing her neck, you force her down and pin her in place
>Her voice barely able to escape her throat, her cries for help inaudible behind gurgles and wheezes
>You grab the cleaver on the counter and rest it on her neck
>Pekora watches as you raise your arm, reflecting light off the blade into her eyes, her tears making the image blurry
>With a swift strike, the cleaver cut its way through her neck
>Her head separated, her body limping
>As you hold on to her, you can feel the warmth of her flesh slowly lose over time
>Your hand reaches for her crotch
>Maybe a quick one while she's still warm

>You were watching a VOD recording when the doorbell rang
>Your package has arrived
>After signing the paper, you pull the huge man-sized box into the living room
>Inside the box is a tightly sealed container with a keypad
>You punch in the numbers and it opens
>Revealing a liquid filled tank...
>...and a naked Pekora floating in suspended animation
>You drain the tank and take Pekora out
>Ten thousand dollars including shipment... this better be worth it
>Within seconds she wakes up and immediately freaks out from seeing you
>She screamed, asking where is she and for your identity
>She's still a bit dazed but you told her that you bought her off a rabbit farm, they have been breeding Pekora by the thousands
>Pekora couldn't believe the story, there is no way she was being grown en masse like this
>She exclaims how the last thing she remembered was doing a 2022 New Years idol concert in Japan
>Ten years have passed since, you told her
>Her pupils shrink and the light on her face disappears
>You showed her a clip of the HoloFarms project on the monitor
>An entire warehouse with copies of Pekora in tanks, believing they are still streaming and doing idol activities in their dreams
>Pekora covers her mouth and tries not to throw up from shock
>You revealed how vtubers were contained and converted into renewable sources of food and material after the vtuber market crash
>As for the original? Theyre being kept alive, hooked up on machines, forced to give birth to these copies
>Swallowing bile, she asks you what is she here for
>You walk to your kitchen and turn the lights on, showing her your fridge and pantry
>Rabbit meat. Lots and lots of rabbit meat. Sausages dangling from the ceiling, pelts adorning the walls and floor, vacuum sealed rabbit steaks marinating
>The clothes on your back being made from her hair and fur
>Pekora was taken aback and crawled against the wall, her eyes fixed on the fridge
>The fear in her eyes was overwhelming her expression, her face turning pale, her mouth lost motor control and all she could do is wail in fear
>You told her she was special
>The previous Pekora you bought were all Grade C's
>Mindless copies grown for meat and fur, devoid of memories and intelligence, animals in humanoid bodies
>The one sobbing in the corner of your kitchen is a Grade A
>Having the memories, personality, and most importantly, sentience, similar to the original Pekora
>And it has been a long while since you enjoyed having your way with an actual intelligent and tasty creature
>Pekora stands up and makes her way to the door
>You grab her by the neck and choke her down on the table
>She pleas for you to let her go, tears swelling in her eyes and drool dripping from her mouth
>You move forward and give her a deep kiss, pushing your tongue deep inside her mouth to the back of the palate
>Grabbing her neck, you force her down and pin her in place
>Her voice barely able to escape her throat, her cries for help inaudible behind gurgles and wheezes
>You grab the cleaver on the counter and rest it on her neck
>Pekora watches as you raise your arm, reflecting light off the blade into her eyes, her tears making the image blurry
>With a swift strike, the cleaver cut its way through her neck
>Her head separated, her body limping
>As you hold on to her, you can feel the warmth of her flesh slowly lose over time
>Your hand reaches for her crotch
>Maybe a quick one while she's still warm

>You were watching a VOD recording when the doorbell rang
>Your package has arrived
>After signing the paper, you pull the huge man-sized box into the living room
>Inside the box is a tightly sealed container with a keypad
>You punch in the numbers and it opens
>Revealing a liquid filled tank...
>...and a naked Pekora floating in suspended animation
>You drain the tank and take Pekora out
>Ten thousand dollars including shipment... this better be worth it
>Within seconds she wakes up and immediately freaks out from seeing you
>She screamed, asking where is she and for your identity
>She's still a bit dazed but you told her that you bought her off a rabbit farm, they have been breeding Pekora by the thousands
>Pekora couldn't believe the story, there is no way she was being grown en masse like this
>She exclaims how the last thing she remembered was doing a 2022 New Years idol concert in Japan
>Ten years have passed since, you told her
>Her pupils shrink and the light on her face disappears
>You showed her a clip of the HoloFarms project on the monitor
>An entire warehouse with copies of Pekora in tanks, believing they are still streaming and doing idol activities in their dreams
>Pekora covers her mouth and tries not to throw up from shock
>You revealed how vtubers were contained and converted into renewable sources of food and material after the vtuber market crash
>As for the original? Theyre being kept alive, hooked up on machines, forced to give birth to these copies
>Swallowing bile, she asks you what is she here for
>You walk to your kitchen and turn the lights on, showing her your fridge and pantry
>Rabbit meat. Lots and lots of rabbit meat. Sausages dangling from the ceiling, pelts adorning the walls and floor, vacuum sealed rabbit steaks marinating
>The clothes on your back being made from her hair and fur
>Pekora was taken aback and crawled against the wall, her eyes fixed on the fridge
>The fear in her eyes was overwhelming her expression, her face turning pale, her mouth lost motor control and all she could do is wail in fear
>You told her she was special
>The previous Pekora you bought were all Grade C's
>Mindless copies grown for meat and fur, devoid of memories and intelligence, animals in humanoid bodies
>The one sobbing in the corner of your kitchen is a Grade A
>Having the memories, personality, and most importantly, sentience, similar to the original Pekora
>And it has been a long while since you enjoyed having your way with an actual intelligent and tasty creature
>Pekora stands up and makes her way to the door
>You grab her by the neck and choke her down on the table
>She pleas for you to let her go, tears swelling in her eyes and drool dripping from her mouth
>You move forward and give her a deep kiss, pushing your tongue deep inside her mouth to the back of the palate
>Grabbing her neck, you force her down and pin her in place
>Her voice barely able to escape her throat, her cries for help inaudible behind gurgles and wheezes
>You grab the cleaver on the counter and rest it on her neck
>Pekora watches as you raise your arm, reflecting light off the blade into her eyes, her tears making the image blurry
>With a swift strike, the cleaver cut its way through her neck
>Her head separated, her body limping
>As you hold on to her, you can feel the warmth of her flesh slowly lose over time
>Your hand reaches for her crotch
>Maybe a quick one while she's still warm

>>8196650
Why are you so hesitant peko? Don't you want to enjoy Pekora's forbidden fruit peko? It's fine~ I won't judge. I want to see how big and strong the cock of the Archiveanon is peko! Please... use me in any way you want, I'll let you try out every single hole of mine peko~

>>2315362

Peko tears and seeing that smug brat get ruthlessly bullied until she cries is like symphony to my ears. I request more Pekobuse!