/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

I received a strange email from an Anon currently away from his computer in the Bahamas, containing a story he wrote. Here is the lovely story known as 'Fucking Fubuki in her Ass'.
https://docs.google.com/document/u/3/d/17COeZLlqSJC9oiDM1Q60Nnw6rsS9gc5UWIYZ-vtYWtM/edit?usp=sharing&urp=gmail_link

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Tapping on her phone and ignoring your questions of 'time for what?' despite your repeated asking, she finally finishes doing...whatever it is she's doing. Tossing the brick aside, she instead casually beckons you over, patting the spot next to her. Furrowing your brow, you let out a sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed before laying back, snuggling up with your girlfriend. You're glad to have finally crossed that line with her. It's all thanks to her that you're where you are now. Fit. Good job. Happy. Hell, beyond happy, now. Content, you kiss her cheek, much to her enjoyment.

The bedroom door slamming open very quickly takes you out of the moment. You jolt upright as Korone lazily sits up, seeming mostly unperturbed by the occurrence. Fubuki quickly scurries in, head going every which way as she looks around the room. As she settles you on you, she grins wickedly, taking a pouncing stance before jumping! "MAN!" yells the tiny fox, opening her limbs wide to catch you. You realize all too late you played directly into her ploy. It's a fight!

Korone scoots a few inches to the left of you as the small fox attacks you while you grapple with her, watching you with amusement. Looking over to the door, you see more figures slowly pouring into the room. Botan, Mio, an incredibly embarrassed Watame...some brown elf? What the fuck is happening!?

"K-Korone?! What's going on?!" You shout, fighting for life or death against the fox in your hands. Why the fuck is she so squirrely despite being a fox? Is this Risu in cosplay? "Why are they here?!"
"Because," Korone casually replies, resting one hand on her cheek as she giggles. "You're ready. The fruit of my efforts...finally ready for harvesting! Self-sufficient, virile...the Ultimate Mate! The perfect man to breed us before menopause!!"
"WHAT?!" You yell out in response, attempting to keep the fox on top of you clothed.

Botan quickly shoves her way to the front, pulling Watame with her, who she quickly shoves forward by her shoulders. The sheep looks like she's five seconds away from death, her face a deep scarlet as she watches Fubuki attempting to mount you. You forgot you were naked from the waist down. "Fubuki, get out of the way! Watame's ovulating! We don't have much time!"
"R-Really, Botan, it's okay-" Watame tries to defend herself, eyes locked on your still wet dick. "I-I can wait my turn!"
"Don't be ridiculous! It's the perfect chance!" Adidas Lion retorts. She shrinks quickly when Fubuki turns her head, a look of fury painted across her visage.
"BACK OFF!" Fubuki hisses, ripping her shorts off. No panties. Scandalous! "IT'S BEEN OVER EIGHTY YEARS SINCE I LAST GOT THE CHANCE TO MATE! I HAVE SENIORITY, DAMN IT!"
"Really," Mio muses, ears twitching idly as she watches the goings on. "I would've thought Fubuki much more restrained...though I guess we all have our needs." She looks over to you as you meet her eye, giving you a polite smile. "Do your best, Anon! You've got a long line here!"

As Fubuki begins to win your struggle, the rest of the women slowly close in on you, looming over you as a fit of giggling breaks out among them. Korone grasps one of your wrists as she pulls it off Fubuki's arm, tugging it downwards as she begins pinning your limb down to the bed. You look to her in horror as she merely smiles back. She's kind enough to take her hand off your wrist and instead grasp your hand directly, interlocking her fingers with yours.

"You'll make a great papa," she coos softly as the rest of your limbs are grasped and pinned, the rest of the girls talking and giggling amongst themselves. You feel a hand coaxing your manhood to an erect state. "And it's not cheating. So enjoy yourself. Okay?"

You don't have a chance to reply before the sensation of Fubuki impaling herself upon you rips all the air out of your lungs.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KuDe4t8dZZXz-wRvDYHQiAG9gfY-wE2qtA5qGydVc2Y/edit?usp=sharing
I feel like I rushed this. I maybe did. I never got the OK to put out the other Omelas-inspired story so this is technically the second thing I shat out today. I don't know shit about Flare. Hopefully you enjoy anyway.