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fucking the g/u/rl... a /d/ ero story (noncon)

| g/u/rl-chan had just finished schlicking themselves to the disparate amount of porn on danger/u/. ever since the UK ban "came" into effect its been difficult to find things to orgasm to- "a hard nut to crack" as it were.

the dead website was second from the bottom on their list of destinations for fucking around (anything to avoid the actual degens on yiffspot) but all that mattered to them was that they got themselves off.

they'd been posting on this shitty website since 2016.


| back then it seemed like there was an endless number of faggots to inseminate, at least, when they weren't inseminating her. now this last bastion of faggotry was also dying, and with it, her ability to hold back her intensifying misanthropism before it turned inward and she an heroed herself.

"wait, i know." she said, "they used to love reading gay fics. i'll see if anyone's interested. what are kids into these days?" she quickly popped a search into gelbooru

"oh. vtubers."


| she said, limply. basically they were discord kittens who put their communication degrees to good use unlike most retards on discord voice chat cosplaying as women and actually became the closest thing there was to famous actors and actresses without attending one of Weinstein's summer camps. "okay. i'm sure that someone or three has wanted to rail the absolute fuck out of one of these ultra weebs at some point in their life," she thought,


| "but seeing as none of these ascended cum dumps would actually be so retarded as to meet and fuck a fan in the real world, i'm certain this is a fantasy that would appeal to *someone*." She said to herself, cracking her knuckles.

"and i'm a master at writing people getting forcibly fucked. those sluts." She said, with absolutely zero irony.

To prepare for this special occasion, g/u/rl-chan started dressing up in her battle gear- the selection of thigh high was VERY important-


| -but as she busied herself away in her g/u/rl cave at the bottom of a duplex she was sharing with a day trader executive who was barely making ends meet from all the cryptocurrency they continued to lose on a second by second basis, the front door was opening...

"...got a click out of three... number 2 is binding..."


| (to be continued in half an hour or whenever this migraine fucks off.)


| holy shit...


| Kino?


| Intensely kino. Please keep going, holy shit.


| Vtuber? oh no...

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