/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

The scene is a small abortion clinic. A rusty bench is occupied by a woman hiding her face behind a pair of sunglasses and the long neck of an oversized black sweater. While it would be easy to make a few guesses about the woman's identity based on the pink top of her head that's peeking out from the sweater like a mushroom in soil, or the gaudy sweater itself, adorned with a large skull facing the side, no one would be able to figure out the woman's identity: the famous virtual YouTuber, first generation Hololive EN member, Mori Caliope. Her depressed gaze was turned upon her swelling belly, concealed by the sweater, right behind the ominous skull print. She gave it a few rubs and, upon making sure that the hallway was devoid of people, softly spoke to the child inside:
- I'm so sorry, baby... The horse sex stream went too far. I, I, what the fuck was I thinking? I let a horse impregnate me? I let a horse impregnate me... Baby, I'm so, so sorry, but you know I can't keep you...
Tears started welling in her eyes. However, as an experienced entertainer, she had an urge to continue speaking:
- Can you imagine what kind of shitstorm my parents would start over this? A daughter, a fuck-up, that brings a horse-child into the family house... I don't know if I could even get out alive if I did that. And I do want to keep living.
Mori's facial muscles relaxed, the grim expression went away, replaced by a smile making its slow yet steady steps:
- Horse cock... it's the best... It's so good that I can't even feel bad about what the doctors are going to do to you... I know you'll keep watching me from heaven, keep watching how I tongue horse anus, slide my tongue over horse balls, let a horse impregnate me... We won't meet even after I die - I'm going to hell, it's as obvious and predictable as my rap bars... And, in hell? What will they do to me in hell? Probably keep stuffing me full of horse cock...
By that point in time, Mori was no longer indulging in a monologue - she lost herself in a trance, a trance she was quickly awakened from by a kind, yet steady hand that shook her shoulder.
- You are here to consult with the doctor, yes? Please, come in. There's nothing to be afraid of.

The scene is a small abortion clinic. A rusty bench is occupied by a woman hiding her face behind a pair of sunglasses and the outstretched long neck of an oversized black sweater. While it would be easy to make a few guesses about the woman based on the pink top of her head that's peeking out from the sweater like a mushroom in soil, or the gaudy sweater itself, adorned with a large skull facing the side, no one would be able to figure out the woman's identity: the famous virtual YouTuber, first generation Hololive EN member, Mori Caliope. Her depressed gaze was turned upon her swelling belly, concealed by the sweater, right behind the ominous skull print. She gave it a few rubs and, upon making sure that the hallway was devoid of people, softly spoke to the child inside:
- I'm so sorry, baby... The horse sex stream went too far. I, I, what the fuck was I thinking? I let a horse impregnate me? I let a horse impregnate me... Baby, I'm so, so sorry, but you know I can't keep you...
Tears started welling in her eyes. However, as an experienced entertainer, she had an urge to continue speaking:
- Can you imagine what kind of shitstorm my parents would start over this? A daughter, a fuck-up, that brings a horse-child into the family house... I don't know if I could even get out alive if I did that. And I do want to keep living.
Mori's facial muscles relaxed, the grim expression went away, replaced by a smile making its slow yet steady steps:
- Horse cock... it's the best... It's so good that I can't even feel bad about what the doctors are going to do to you... I know you'll keep watching me from heaven, keep watching how I tongue horse anus, slide my tongue over horse balls, let a horse impregnate me... We won't meet even after I die - I'm going to hell, it's as obvious and predictable as my rap bars... And, in hell? What will they do to me in hell? Probably keep stuffing me full of horse cock...
By that point in time, Mori was no longer indulging in a monologue - she lost herself in a trance, a trance she was quickly awakened from by a kind, yet steady hand that shook her shoulder.
- You are here to consult with the doctor, yes? Please, come in. There's nothing to be afraid of.