Lucy Pyre Origins - by Goredude

Part 1

"i wonder if anyone else thinks frothed milk looks like cum?" I ponder to myself outloud examining the used milk frother. I detach the dirty whisk and start bringing it over to the sink for clean up before I finish my barista shift. I place it in the sink and as I reach for the sponge, I notice traces of the foamy milk have found their way onto my hand. "MILK-CHAN?! ALL OVER MY HAND? B-BUT WE JUST MET!" ...Why the fuck do I think of these things and why do I chose to say them out loud? Luckily my coworkers aren't in the room to hear the unhinged comments that I say to myself so I don't go insane while working at Not Starbucks.

"Wow, Lucy. You're way too good at that horny anime voice," comes a cheery voice from behind. I immediately whip my head around to see my coworker Stacy, barista apron removed and ready to leave smiling in my direction. "I bet you'd make a great actor!"

"u-u-uh...i...i..." I stammer, having not the slightest clue how to defuse this situation.

"Well," Stacy says, "See you on Monday, Lucy! Enjoy your weekend!" The bells jingle on the front door as she exits, leaving a silence in its wake.

Shit. Fuck. Bitch. I can't believe she saw me do that! She probably thinks I'm insane! I turn back to the sink and begin scrubbing the frother faster, determined to get the fuck out of here as quickly as possible. I finish cleaning, fasten my black converse, wipe off my glasses, fill up my satchel, and begin to head home for the afternoon with my tail between my legs.

I'm alone with my thoughts on the walk back to my apartment. The Autumn air is brisk, and I can't help myself from replaying that mortifying moment with Stacy over and over again in my head. My life is exhausting as is, and now I have to contend with Stacy knowing I'm fucking cringe. Sigh... At the very least, my dumb jokes make me laugh.

I adjust my satchel to my other side as I pass by people coming the opposite direction.

Off in the distance behind me, the whining skid of a speeding vehicle echoes out. Glad I've never had to compensate like whoever is driving that muscle car. And people wonder why I never learned to drive when there are jerks like that on the road... The skidding cries out once more, now accompanied by a chest rattling engine roar that continues to grow louder. Shit, that sounds like it's head directly towards me! Please God, if I become yet another statistic for vehicular manslaughter today, let isekai be real!

I turn around just in time to see a gaudy 2013 Nissan Altima adorned with a full Kson themed wrap slamming on the brakes as it swerves up to the curb no more than 3 feet away from me! Being the meek and skittish shut-in that I am, I jumped back clutching my bag at the sudden encroachment of this baka itasha (TL note: "baka itasha" means "stupid cringe car"). A moment passes before my adrenaline starts to settle down and I try to take in just what the hell is happening. A Nissan Altima? Wow, some muscle car... And is that the muffled sound of J-Rock coming from inside? More importantly, who did the wrap on this car? The artwork is superb; especially this picture on the passenger side depicting Kson in her black and gold bikini outfit. God, the VShojo girls are so hot.

My eyes darted back and forth, unsure of if I should be looking for an escape or admiring Kson's exceedingly well rendered bosom. I am quickly snapped out of my horny stupor however by the mechanical whir of the passenger side window lowering, releasing the music inside. I look to see who's behind the lowered window and that's when my heart nearly skipped a beat. Long light pink twin-tails tied in black ribbons; pink feline ears with tufts of white fur; and an oversized black coat. Her gentle voice manages to soar over the blaring music saying, "Oh my gosh, your cock is so huuuge! I've never seen one so big!" It's Nyatasha Nyanners, in the flesh.

I glance down to notice the tip of my hefty 600lb cock peeking out of my satchel that was made specifically for lugging it around. Shit, sold out by Kson! Scrambling to hide my imposing member and to get my thoughts together, I quickly just say whatever bullshit comes to mind first: "t-thanks, y-you too..."

...FUCK.

"Hehehe!", Nyanners giggled in response. Wait a second, she's laughing? But my response had less rizz than a white mom at a sushi restaurant trying to talk to the Korean waiter in broken Cantonese! What is going on here? Nyanners spoke once more, "Mousey and I were just driving by when we spotted you looking meek and skittish." I peered past Nyanners to see Ironmouse in the driver's seat bouncing around and scat singing to the music, occasionally interjecting the few English words sprinkled throughout the track. Was she vibing like this while driving?? Nyanners continued, "See, we've been scouting out new talent for VShojo, and you looked like the perfect candidate! As it turns out, our data shows that all meek and skittish shut-ins have latent top energy and ample sized chests without any padding. All ideal qualities for an up and coming VTuber!"
My melanin deprived skin immediately turned beet red and I began to just vomit words faster than I could type in a theoretical pre-chat scenario, "Y-YOU REALLY MEAN IT? NO ONE HAS EVER TOLD ME I HAVE LATENT TOP ENERGY BEFORE, OR THAT I HAVE AN AMPLE SIZED CHEST. HOLY SHIT. AND TO HEAR IT FROM MY OSHI?? OH MY GOD OH MY-" I suddenly stop as a reassuring hand places itself upon my head. I look up to see Nyanners leaning halfway out the car in order to reach me and provide headpats. Probably should have walked closer to the car for this conversation.
"There there," Nyanners said in a stretched but calming voice. She slid back into the car, and I followed suit by also taking a few steps closer to the window.

To my surprise, Ironmouse abruptly stops bobbing her head to the music and her voice creeps in cold as ice saying, "It is as the prophecy foretold: a naive lamb of unremarkable visage ventures to an abattoir of brimstone, still green in her gaze but steadfast in her convictions. The Virgin Ewe of Prospect chances to usher in great fortune, or immeasurable pestilence. A crossroads of fate for an epoch not yet determined."

A pause as pregnant as a 6 month Twitch sub follows until Ironmouse goes back to scat singing along to the music. Nyanners unphased says, "So what do you think? We'd love to have you on the team!"

My head shifts down and without a single trace of rizz I reply, "b-but... i'm little ol' lucy... i work at the not starbucks and have nothing remarkable about me. i'm plain and meek with no entertainer skills to speak of..."

I feel a slender hand lightly tilt my chin up. My gaze torn from Kson's cleavage and now locked in place with Nyanners' beguiling violet eyes. "Look at me, Lucy. You have potential inside you; all of us shy girls do. It only takes a mask to unshackle us, and suddenly we're joking about dicks and cum for hours! You're a VTuber, Lucy!"
"I'M A WHAT?!"

"A VTuber!"
"BUT... I'M JUST LUCY."

"Well 'Just Lucy', have you ever had a funny thought pop into your head? Creative urges you just couldn't explain?"

"i guess...? i mean i like to do silly voices and i come up with cringey jokes in my head, but that doesn't make me a vtuber..."

Nyanners thinks for a moment before saying, "Hold on, I have an idea." She quickly rifles through the glove compartment, then hands me a tablet device opened to some program with an anime girl on it. "Try this."

"what is it?"

"It's VTube Studio. Try centering yourself with the camera and then speak. The character should move."

I follow Nyanners' instructions and position myself right in front of the tablet's camera. It's a little awkward staring at this lifeless generic anime girl on the screen, but then I notice it: she's started moving. And not just that she's following my movements. I sway left to right a bit. The model follows. I start talking, "hi, i'm lucy." The model follows. A giddy child like excitement starts to take hold. "cum?" The model follows. "CUM! DICKS, COCK, BALLS!" The model follows. "WHAT'S THAT? MY 600LB COCK SCARES YOU? HAHAHA! YOU LOOK SO PATHETIC, IT'S ALMOST CUTE!" I cover my mouth and stop dead in my tracks. Wait... was that... rizz? I look past the tablet to see Nyanners smiling smugly and Ironmouse drawing a pentagram of blood on the dashboard.

"Now do you get it, 'Just Lucy'?", Nyanners says in self-satisfaction.

"i guess it was kinda fun..." I sheepishly respond.

"Well then," the sound of the car doors being unlocked rings out, "Get in, and we'll set you up with a new model! You've got a bright future ahead of you."

I look once more to the Kson art (not for reassurance, but because I'm bricked up like the third little piggy right now fr fr), then to the door handle. For once, there isn't any hesitation. I plop down in the seat, anxiously excited for what this future of VTubing may hold.

"We can hear you nervously twirling your hair by the way."

"s-sorry!"