Mori Calliope (Hololive)

Description: Calliope Mori's fans think they can shame her into living her life the way they want, but they're about to learn that the reaper plays by no one's rules but her own.

Today was an auspicious day. After a bout of scandalous and worrisome drama, the internet's most famous rapping reaper Calliope Mori was set to return to her normal schedule with a special livestream following nearly a week of silence. No one knew what to expect after such a hiatus. Would Calliope be announcing her sudden "graduation" to retire in shame? Would she admit fault and spend the entire stream apologizing profusely to her fans? Or would it just be a completely normal stream with Calli continuing on as if nothing had ever happened? There had been no hints as to what she might have planned, and that very secrecy had built an unprecedented level of hype around the stream. Tens of thousands of viewers were now waiting in the pre-stream chat with bated breath, eager for the conclusion of this dramatic story arc.

Calli's fans – the Dead Beats as they were known – loved the reaper for her rebellious attitude, in stark contrast to her contemporaries. Whether it be drinking heavily on stream, cursing like a sailor, or not-so-politely telling people who crossed the line with her to fuck off, Calliope's devil-may-care approach to the typically squeaky-clean idolsphere was a breath of fresh air. Just as long as she stayed in her lane and didn't cross too many social norms. This double standard hung over the woman like a foreboding pall, and of course it had been only a matter of time before Calli herself finally noticed it. But by then it was too late. All it took was a few slip-ups to compound into one big public relations nightmare. Now the cat had been let out of the bag and the fan's demands were clear: step in line, Calliope Mori, or suffer the indignant rage of a thousand Internet busybodies. In their eyes they had made her who she was, so they could unmake her as well.

At the appointed time, the frozen waiting room screen transitioned into Calliope's animated intro. Instantly, the viewer count jumped up another couple thousand as messages went out across social media that the reaper would soon make her appearance. The minutes dragged on torturously slow, but eventually chat's patience paid off when another transition revealed the lovely Calliope Mori in her usual form. Seated in front of her camera so that only about her waist upward was visible, the pink-haired streamer wore her classic black-gold outfit, complete with the ebony tiara atop her head and her two biggest assets bouncing freely in the low-cut dress.

"Howdy!" she said jovially, as though nothing were amiss. "It's ya boy, back after a pretty long break, I got to admit. Yeah… Might as well address that elephant in the room." She shifted in her chair, which of course caused her breasts to jiggle wildly with even the slightest movement. For the most part everyone seemed overjoyed to see Calliope return, yet each of them knew their unspoken shame: that they had been the reason she was pushed away in the first place, whether through their own misdeeds or complicit silence. None of them had a clean conscience.

But if Calli held a grudge, there didn't seem to be a hint of it in her face. "There's probably a lot you expect me to talk about, and normally you know I wouldn't shy away from any of that. You Dead Beats know I like to give it to ya straight, and that's not changed. But this time I wanted to do something different." The chat started to scroll by at a blistering rate as they speculated, and the slightest hint of a smirk appeared on Calli's face. "But before we get started, there's someone I'd like you all to meet. He'll be my assistant for the evening."

On cue, the person in question stepped forward, and the first part everyone saw was also the part that Calliope herself was most interested in. The fact that he was completely nude was shocking in and of itself, but the dark-skinned stud sported an erection so massive that the tip of his cock came into frame far sooner than the rest of his body. And the whole package certainly did not disappoint either. Head to toe, the man was chiseled, Adonis-like perfection. His black skin was flawlessly smooth and wrapped tightly to muscles that were the envy of every basement dweller in the chat. He was statuesque in every way, save for his face which was cleverly hidden by a superimposed Death Sensei graphic – that smug little mascot with the sunglasses – so as to preserve his identity. Not that it mattered; the entire focus was on the gargantuan, veiny log jutting forth from his crotch.

"I want you all to meet my friend here. Now, I say friend but what I really mean is that I met this dude only 20 minutes ago." The subtle smile on her face bloomed into a full-toothed grin. "Isn't that some shit? I've only known him for less time than it takes to deliver food, and I'm about to give him unrestrained access to all my holes." Her eyes shifted downward, clearly glancing at chat as the rate of messages scrolling through increased a hundredfold. Most were spammed emotes to convey the shock of the Dead Beats, and those few which were fully typed-out sentences were vanished in an instant, pushed out of sight and out of mind by the insane rush. And that's what Calli was counting on. "Oh yes… You guys are catching on now, huh?"

"Let me lay it out. You Dead Beats have been acting like a bunch of pussy-boys lately. So I figured if that's the way you want to be, then I might as well treat you all like the cucks you really are." Without warning, Calli reached up and cupped her assistant's hanging scrotum in the palm of her hand. "You see these nuts? Haha, deez nuts. You guys like that one, right? Anyways, you see them? Aren't they just enormous?" Her delicate, nail-painted fingers wiggled, bouncing the swollen sack up and down. "Well you can already guess what's about to happen. I'm going to drain these nuts until they're nothing but raisins. And you get to watch."

She shifted her grip to wrap around the man's shaft, and then Calliope began to slowly and luxuriously jerk him off as she spoke. "This goddamn stallion – this fucking portrait of masculine perfection – is Chad. Yeah that's right, his name is literally Chad, and that's the only reason I picked him out of all the other guys that could be in his place right now. He's just that much of a chad. Ain't that some shit?" Even as Calli spoke, she kept her attention toward the camera. Never once did she look upward and address the man whose cock she was pleasuring as an actual person. For the moment, he was just some boytoy for her to have fun with, to use as a medium for teasing her Dead Beats. "But I gotta be honest, that ain't the only reason. I mean, do you see this fucking cock? Just look at it. Hard to imagine this thing is about to spend the next hour fucking me raw."

Chat was inconsolable at this point. If one paused long enough, they'd be able to see all seven stages of grief playing out among Calli's fans. Many were pleading with Calliope not to go through with this, asking her to think of her reputation and purity. Others thought it was merely a prank, no doubt laughing nervously under the light of their monitors as they waited for the punchline to be delivered. And many more were angry, raging impotently like they always did whenever one of their parasocial online relationships was revealed to be nothing more than one-sided. The whole spectrum of human emotion was on display, and Calliope didn't pay it any mind other than to drink in all the sweet revenge that she was owed after their callous treatment of her the week previously.

"We're going to start with something that I know you Dead Beats have fantasized about for a long time, and this lucky stud is finally gonna get the chance." Calliope shrugged her shoulders and the long black cloak that hung off her back fell to the floor. Then she reached behind her neck and undid the tie that held up the straps of her dress. Instantly, the front fell down and exposed both milky-white jugs in all their naked glory. The uncontained joy that exploded from chat at finally being able to see Calli's magnificent breasts was nothing short of a full-blown riot, but that excitement was quickly tempered when she wrapped them both around a pillar of flesh that wasn't their own. Even though her tits were massive, Calliope still had to arch her back and lean in to fully engulf the sheer girth her stud's rod – a task which she didn't mind at all.

"Ya know, I never really thought much of this sort of thing, but now that I'm doing it… This is kinda hot!" The pink-haired reaper only had eyes for black cock, and she was staring down at the twitching head as she began to bounce her tits at a leisurely pace. "Just feeling his cock throb in between my tits, knowing he could blow his load all over me at any second. Shit, does this make me a slut?" She giggled at the purely rhetorical nature of her question. Such labels didn't matter. Calli had already experienced what it felt like to have such rude names thrown her way by poisonous fans, even without proof. At least this way she could earn the title on her own terms.

Precum had started to dribble from the tip and coated the top swell of Calliope's breasts. Some of it even trickled down into her cleavage to further lubricate the fabulous titjob, providing a lewd schlick-schlick sound effect to accompany her efforts. The cock had also grown much hotter against her skin, and Calli could even swear she saw it swell another few inches. The prospect of having such a member inside her pussy was making the reaper moist, though no one could tell besides her. But if one paid attention, they could read the subtle way Calliope wiggled in her gamer chair, pressing her thighs together to relieve the heat flaring at her crotch.

"Won't be long now," teased Calliope, her red eyes shifting sideways to look at chat. "I can feel it. This chad is about to blow any min—Oh shit!!" Before she even finished her sentence, the first sticky rope of semen spurted upward and smacked into the underside of her chin, where it slopped down and splattered onto her breasts. The next few shots landed roughly in the same spot, scattering across her neck, and just like before it all ran downward and accumulated in the valley of her heaving breasts. One stray cumshot even splashed across her face, forming a clean line from the corner of her mouth, across the bridge of her nose, and ending just at her eyebrow where it then dripped down to gunk-up her eyelashes. "Fuck, my eye!" she shouted reflexively, then laughed at the happenstance. "How do I look, Dead Beats?" Calliope turned her head to the side so that her glued-shut eye could face the camera.

The chat room hadn't slowed down one iota since the initial reveal of Calliope's breasts, but it certainly got faster. The viewer count as well had increased by another couple thousand as viewers raced in to see the once-in-a-lifetime event, and with the new audience came a fresh wave of spammed emotes. Yet even among the impotent incel rage – those who swore they'd never forgive their oshi for such a betrayal – there were plenty of Dead Beats who were getting off to the whole show as they spammed eggplant and sweat-drop emojis. Those made Calliope smile the most, and she put on quite a display for them by tweaking her nipples then leaning down and gracing the still-oozing tip with a messy kiss.

When the semi-erect cock drew back, it pulled with it a gigantic gooey web of cum that clung between it and the reaper's chest. A good portion of the load spilled onto the rest of Calliope's dress, but she didn't seem to mind at all. No doubt she'd wear those stains as a badge of honor later. Right now, she was just concerned with cleaning up after herself, which she did by scooping up big globs of spunk with her fingers and bringing it to her lips. "Mmm," she moaned with great exaggeration as she got her first taste of her stallion's seed and immediately went back for seconds. Then thirds, fourths, and so on until most of the mess had been wiped off her chest and was now safely deposited within her belly. And when that wasn't enough, Calliope leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around the cockhead, cheeks hollowing as she drew out any last morsels of protein. Only then did she finally deign to acknowledge her man, gazing up at him with hungry eyes while she feasted.

Although Calliope had only intended to suck a few leftover droplets of cum from his cock, she suddenly found herself unwilling to pull away, and the impromptu blowjob that should have last only a few seconds went on for several long minutes. When it was clear she wasn't going to stop anytime soon, the chad took control by grabbing a fistful of pink hair atop Calli's head – knocking aside her black tiara and thin veil. The naughty reaper instantly stiffened and awaited his next move, perhaps anticipating the arrival of his massive tool down her throat, but instead he just yanked her mouth off his dick with a loud "Guh!" Drool and unswallowed cum dribbled from her open mouth, making an utter mess of the streamer that was only made worse when he slapped his revived erection against her face.

Calliope winced but otherwise made no effort to stop him. "F-fuck! Goddamn!" she cursed. "I've never had a man treat me like… like a cumrag." She shivered under his rough treatment, and her idle wiggling had gotten out of control. One of Calli's hands had even disappeared beneath the screen's frame, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that it was busy between her legs. "Fucking shit, I've never been so goddamn wet before. I need this absolute chad in me right-fucking-NOW!"

Nothing more needed to be said between the two casual fuck-buddies, and it was clear that Calliope was done wasting further words on the Dead Beats. She had made her position clear, outlined why exactly she was doing this and that she didn't care about the repercussions. All that remained was for the vengeful idol to get that dick she had been anticipating for the last few hours. Calliope offered no protest and zero resistance when the dark-skinned stud pulled her upright and dragged the stumbling cumslut over to the bed that awaited them in the background. He tossed her onto the bed and then came back to retrieve the camera, leaving Calli to lie on her back and shamelessly play with her salivating pussy while he set the camera at a better angle for chat to witness their idol's ruination. By the time he returned to join Calli on the bed – depressing the mattress with his added weight – she had taken off the rest of her dress, leaving only her golden high heels, thigh-high stockings, and lace choker around her neck.

Not that it made much difference. When the stud clambered atop Calliope curvy body, he covered her so completely that all chat could see were her long slender legs and bare asscheeks. Calli raised her legs up high for him, but when that clearly wasn't enough he seized both ankles and folded her up even more. Then the Dead Beats waited with collectively-held breath as they watched his throbbing ebony fuckstick dangerously hover over Calli's pretty pussy, which was topped with a neatly trimmed sliver of a pink bush. Her plush thighs quivered in anticipation, and when he took too long for her liking Calliope finally spoke. "Come on, do it! Fuck me! Show these nerds how a real man takes his bitch!"

Whether her taunting injured his pride or whether he was just about to do so anyways hardly mattered. All that mattered was that when he finally slammed downward and filled Calliope Mori with over ten inches of breeding meat, she released a high-pitched squeal worthy of her talented vocal cords. "Hoooooooohh-leeeeeee sheeeeeeeiiiiiiit!!!" No one but the chad could see Calliope's eyes roll back in her head, but any Dead Beat would have to be willfully ignorant to not imagine it happening from the sound alone. Calli's legs straight out straight as arrows, knocking one of her heels loose so that it barely hung off her curled toes. The man halted and simply held in-place, his cockhead firmly nocked up against her cervix and heavy, cum-filled sack resting on her ass, until Calliope's raucous moans finally settled down. Then he began the process of making reaper babies.

The sound of clapping cheeks was deafening to Dead Beat ears, and the sight of Calliope's fat ass rippling with each thunderous thwap caused many a premature ejaculation among viewers. Calli's lewd moans began anew, rising in pitch and intensity with every consecutive thrust, but she wasn't too far gone yet to where she could resist further demeaning her watching fans. "Oh shiiiit! This fucking chad is turning me into a total size queen!" Calliope had already guessed before they started that her pussy would fall in love with his cock, but the overwhelming intensity of the mating press transformed the experience into a life-changing revelation. He treated her tight cunt as nothing more than a sleeve for his pleasure, churning up juices that squirted from the tight seal of her stretched lips and cascaded down the crack of her ass. "What do you think of that? This cock is – Ahh! – r-ruining your oshi's pussy, and your little pencil dicks will never – Oooh! – be able to satisfy me like this!"

The proof of her assertion was indisputable. Right before their very eyes, Calliope's feet realigned to point toward the ceiling and a keening howl issued forth from her mouth, announcing her first orgasm loud and clear. Chad slowed down his brutalizing of her pussy, likely due to the fleshy walls clamping down around his shaft, but still gave her long, deep strokes to push the shuddering reaper further into mind-numbing bliss. Even when her climax finally died down, Calliope didn't stop screaming so much as gradually transition into softer moans, only for the crescendo to slowly build anew. When she came a second time not long after, he didn't slow at all but rather ramped up his thrusts into full-blown, cervix-bruising slams until soon a ragged, guttural sob signaled Calli's third orgasm. And by that point he was crushing her spasming frame into the mattress with a complete disregard for any lingering shred of her sanity.

That ultimate point of no-return was rapidly approaching: the breeding of Calliope Mori. Her babymaker was ready for insemination, practically sucking on his cockhead with the force of a ravenous void. Meanwhile, Calli had just enough brainpower left to wrap both legs around her stud's waist and keep him locked in. She craved his seed, that much was obvious. The Dead Beats by then had given up hope. Nothing could stop the flood of semen that was about to fill their beloved reaper idol. The only recourse they had left was to turn off the stream and walk away from their computers, but none of them could even accomplish that much. They were all glued to the screen, enraptured by the building climax, and addicted to their own gut-wrenching angst. Even for those who were still in denial, there wasn't a Dead Beat among them who wasn't rock-hard at the prospect of Calliope's impregnation.

"Fuuuuuucking cuuuuum insiiide meeeee!" Calliope was no longer the calm, measured, calculating girl she was at the start of the stream. Where once her words had been carefully chosen to jab at her audience, now she was operating on pure breeding instinct: the sort of primal urge that overrides all common sense when one's pussy is about to be filled with genetic material. "Doooo it, you b-big-dicked bast-TARD!!" Calli was panting heavily and practically squealing in between each syllable. "Fuck this gig! F-fuck my rep! I'll give up everything to be your cock-addicted baby-mama!"

Calliope's delirious rambling was the last straw. Face with the prospect of adding another snowbunny to his belt, the stud drew back fully – just to give chat a full view of his wet shaft coated in Calli's slutty juices – before delivering the final bow. That last balls-deep thrust sparked off fireworks behind the idol's eyes, but it was nothing compared to the thick, gooey load that followed. Every Dead Beat got a front-row view of the chad's pulsating balls as they held firmly against Calliope's ass and pumped heavy globs of jizz into her womb. The reaper, meanwhile, sang like an angel as her body was used as a dumping ground for a stranger's seed. Her legs tightened around him and refused to let go. Not like he was going anywhere. His release lasted for over a minute, and in all that time he held Calliope pinned to the bed beneath his muscular mass so that not a single drop went to waste outside her cunt.

That moment seemed to last forever for the Dead Beats. Each time it seemed as though he might finally pull out, the chad instead grinded his hips against hers and extracted more fuck-drunk mewling from Calliope's lips. She certainly didn't seem to mind. Calli was content to just lie there in comatose ecstasy and be his little reaper cockwarmer. But that wasn't the deal. The deal was to transform Calliope into ruined fuckmeat in front of the entire world, and one measly mating press wasn't going to be enough. He slowly pulled out of Calli, dribbling droplets of loose cum all over her flat tummy, and climbed off the bed. The Dead Beats finally got a look at Calliope's face after her intense mating session, and it was as devastating as expected. Black, wet rivulets of tears ran from her eyes down both cheeks, and her tongue was fully extended and resting upon her chin. Her red irises were also barely visible, now permanently glued to the top of Calli's skull. All those photoshopped attempts at giving Calliope an ahegao face never had a chance of comparing to the real thing.

The dazed idol only stirred from her stupor when Chad laid his shaft across her face. Like a poor soul dying of thirst who just found an oasis in the desert, Calliope slowly revived as her lips and tongue ran on autopilot to caress every inch of the marvelous cock that had just rocked her world. Once she had her wits about her again, Calli seemed back in control. She lifted her head up just enough to look into the camera. "Not bad for a first go, but you're kidding yourself if you think we're stopping there."

Without the strength to move herself, Calliope nodded for her lover to lift her up in his arms. He did so as if she weighed nothing. Calli hummed excitedly and admired the display with wide-eyed appreciation at just how easily her powerful stallion could manipulate her body like a toy, hooking his arms underneath her legs for the best position to claim her as his property once and for all. If there were any lingering doubts in her mind about inviting him into her home, they were dispelled on the spot.

Then he took a few steps back so that the Dead Beats could get the best view of Calliope folded into an impressive full nelson. Fapping to such a fabled position in their doujins was one thing, but to actually see in live on stream was another thing entirely. Superchats started to roll in more rapidly than ever, some of them congratulating the chad on his unparalleled physique but also including a few of the typical "god I wish that were me."

Calliope, on the other hand, couldn't look more proud. She wore a smug, toothy grin as the man tightened his grip behind her neck and angled his hips to rub his cockhead against her pristine, yet-untouched asshole. "Oh damn! Looks like this fat cock wants to ruin another one of my holes. You ready for that, Dead Beats? Ready to watch this BBC wreck by tight little asshole as hard as it did my pussy?" Though her own monitor was too far away to read the fine text, Calli knew from experience what it looked like at a distance when chat went berserk. "Haha! Fat chance! You want to see that shit, you gotta pay." She wiggled in his grasp, teasing his tip with her tightest hole. "Oh you better believe it's going to happen, but I'm saving that for a membership-only stream later. So you little cuck-boys better turn in for that! I know you will."

With that said, Chad shifted again to line up his meaty rod with her cum-stained folds. "But for now, this stream ain't over yet, and this dude's balls are far from empty. I made a promise, didn't I? And damn right I'm gonna keep it." Calliope spoke as though she were still in control of the situation, in stark contrast to the helpless position she was being held in, and the Dead Beats weren't sure if she were just putting on a face of false confidence for show. But either way, as if on cue, he didn't just lower Calli down onto his dick – he outright jammed her upon the full length in a single stroke.

In this position, chat was able to appreciate the slight bulge that formed in Calliope's stomach as her insides shifted to make room for such a behemoth. But since she was already used to accommodating his full girth, there was no reason to take it slow. He immediately set a brutal pace of lifting Calli up then slamming her back down on his dick while at the same time thrusting upward to meet her along the way, thus ensure his cockhead beat against her cervix each time. Calli's eyes instantly rolled loosely in her head like billiard balls and her mouth hung open in an unending series of screeching moans. The reaper spiraled into the same cock-shocked madness as she had before during the mating press but this time vertically instead of horizontally, all so her audience could better appreciate what it looked like for an idol to go crazy on dick. It took less than ten seconds for Calliope to cum like a bitch, tongue rolling out as her poor pussy squirted a fresh spray of girl-cum all over the floor.

"I love it! I love this diiiiiiick!" Despite looking absolutely fucked-stupid, semi-intelligent praise for her lover flowed from her lips as freely as juices from her ravaged cunt. "Fuck that Jump King shit! The only thing I want to jump is this big, fat caaaawwwk!!"

The next orgasm broke Calliope, that much was plain as day. Both eyes turned completely white and her body was constantly jerking in his steel hold from the electric pleasure coursing throughout. Instead of words, only nonsensical fuck-pig squealing emerged from Calli's throat. She was no longer capable of yelling crass, heart-rending taunts to her watchful fans, nor speaking either of the two languages she knew fluently. Instead, Calliope made sounds that would better befit a back-alley prostitute than a professional streamer.

The last remnants of intellect in her head – before it was pushed out by another wave of orgasmic bliss – sent one final signal through her overstimulated neurons. Upon arrival, Calliope threw up both hands beside her fully-ahegao'd face and gave the one thing that Dead Beats dreaded to see above all else: the double peace signs. And yet chat didn't explode, didn't start spamming the message log with all sorts of obscenities or emotes. Worse, it went deathly still. They knew they had been beaten. The game was over, and their cute reaper oshi was forever given over to the pleasures of raw cock. Some still held out hope that maybe Calliope would regret everything in the morning, or that maybe against all odds her eggs hadn't been instantly fertilized during the mating press, but they were only fooling themselves. Those who weren't blind to the lustful devotion writ plain upon Calli's ahegao face knew there was no going back to the way things were.

And is if to place one final capstone upon the matter, the grunting stud that held Calliope impaled upon his massive breeding tool slammed himself to the hilt and further cemented his legacy within the shrieking idol's womb. A second creampie spurted forth with such unashamed force that it most certainly ensured the reaper's impregnation just in case the last one hadn't already done so. Calli shrieked as each fresh wave of spunk that squirted into her babymaker triggered miniature orgasms on their own. The subtle bulge in her once-flat tummy slowly began to expand as she was filled to bursting. And through it all, Calliope made sure to keep her fingers held up obediently so that everyone knew she adored her insemination as much as the sex itself.

The stream abruptly ended on that scene, and instantly clippers all over the web went into overdrive posting the lewd fuckfest on their channels. Within hours, the whole industry was abuzz with the news of what had occurred. Calliope's peers, both within Hololive and without, were tweeting feverishly about what had just occurred – some expressing disgust and others coyly hinting at a desire to follow in the reaper's footsteps. After all, toxic fans weren't exclusive to Calliope's base, and there were certainly other idols who yearned to break from the suffocation of expected purity and reclaim their own agency. But for now, victory belonged to Calliope Mori who had realized her vengeance as well as gained something much more priceless along the way.

(Author's Note: This fic goes out to all the haters and antis who think it's cool to harass people far more talented than they'll ever be over petty bullshit. Get a life. Nothing but respect to Calli who constantly shows those losers the door and her middle finger.)