/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>Finding new hobbies for Kronii since making her pledge to wean herself off of Minecraft has been a fucking struggle.
>Both in the sense that it’s difficult and the sense that most of the activities you’ve tried together have only been kept from utter tedium by devolving into frenzied lovemaking.
>Admittedly, the frustration sex is pretty damn good, but it’s hardly a long term solution.
>It’s like you need someone else around to make sure you and Kronii keep your hands off each other long enough to really get into the activity.
>Bae offered to bring you both along to her EDM dance classes, but Kronii shot that down quick. She doesn’t have nearly enough stamina for something so intensive.
>Sana suggested stargazing, but Kronii also declined that, citing a “fear” of being outdoors at night (read: hikki).
>She doesn’t have quite the patience for reading anymore either, so Mumei’s book recommendations fell on deaf (but still cute) ears.
>The only council member to think of something that Kronii gave even the briefest consideration to was, surprisingly, Fauna.
>You hadn’t seen them talk much, but it sometimes felt like Kronii looked up to Fauna, admiring the healthier, disciplined lifestyle she strove for.
>So maybe agreeing to Fauna’s idea of yoga classes is a step in the right direction.
>Maybe.
>Hey, even in the worst case scenario, you get to see Kronii in yoga pants, so you’re not objecting any time soon.
>God bless yoga pants, you find yourself thinking, as your eyes stray towards Kronii’s slender, slightly-rounded behind for the nth time since she put them on.
>This time though, she catches you, bringing you to attention with a clearing of her throat.
>”Look, I know it’s gorgeous and pristine and amazing and you’re blessed to even be in the same postcode as it, but once we get in there you better keep your eyes all the way forward.”
>She steps towards you, reaching out to run a hand down your stomach, and leaning in to your ear.
>”Because if you don’t keep your eyes to yourself,” she whispers, gently tugging at your waistband. “I might just have to jump your bones right in Fauna’s living room. And nobody wants that, right?”
>You nod with a tiny smirk.
>”Good.”
>With that, Kronii pulls away and rings the doorbell.
>An endearing, surprised “Uuuu!” emerges from within the house, followed by an excited “Coming!”
>Ceres Fauna opens the door, heralded by the sound of the soft bells hanging above it.
>”So glad you came!” she says, stretching her arms out to hug Kronii and then you.
>The hug feels unnaturally warm, and douses you in the scent of her perfume, relaxing and invigorating both at once.
>”Come in, come in!” Fauna turns away and leads you back into her home.
>You and Kronii move to follow, but you stop almost dead upon noticing Mother Nature’s shapely, wide-hipped bubble butt straining against the luckiest piece of pale green fabric in the world.
>God fucking bless yoga pants.
>It seems Kronii notices it too, and fortunately for you her eyes are too transfixed on its swaying motion to worry about where yours are aiming.
>Both at once and without a word, you gather your courage and enter the Keeper’s abode.
>Omega have mercy on your soul.
>You’re not gonna make it.