Oh, you sweaty, unshowered, energy-drink-guzzling degenerates, you bottom-of-the-barrel filthlords who sustain themselves on a strict diet of stale Cheetos and lukewarm Mountain Dew. I know exactly what kind of creature you are. You sit in a dimly lit room, illuminated only by the soft glow of your overpriced RGB keyboard, whispering sweet nothings into your headset while waiting for another round of Valorant, praying to the gods of matchmaking that you don’t get matched with another thrower. And in that sacred space, amidst your chaos and self-loathing, one voice keeps you tethered to sanity—the sweet, sultry, borderline-orgasmic lilt of CottontailVA. You never even thought about wanting to ravage an anime girl before this demon of depravity invaded your ears, did you? You never had the burning desire to thrust yourself into the abyss of VTuber-induced horniness until she came along, whispering into your soul with those scandalous moans and that teasing, cock-hardening laugh. And now? You are hooked—trapped like the pathetic, basement-dwelling simp you always swore you wouldn’t become.
Let’s face it, she owns you. You would sell your own mother just to hear her say your username in a stream. You have spent countless hours lurking in her Discord, soaking in every single unhinged voice line she drops, and don’t even try to deny that you’ve blasted her moan packs on repeat like a deranged, anime-addicted lunatic. I see you. I know you. You are the guy who cancels plans to stay home just in case she decides to drop an impromptu stream. You are the broken soul who has convinced himself that listening to a grown woman pretend to be a hypersexual anime demon is totally normal behavior. You have built your life around the existence of a VTuber goddess, and no, I am not here to judge. In fact, I’m here to pay tribute to the sheer insanity of what this woman has done to you and thousands of others like you.
The Moans Keep Coming
But let’s get serious for a second. I know that every single one of you VTuber fanboys and fangirls would take a bullet for CottontailVA before you’d even consider helping your own family. I know you hold her closer to your heart than your own mother, and I know that if she ever so much as hinted at needing a kidney, you’d be carving yourself open before she could even finish the sentence. This woman is everywhere, and I mean everywhere. She’s on YouTube, Twitter, Twitch, Patreon, and probably some secret Discord server where she terrorizes you with even filthier versions of the content she posts publicly. And let’s be real, you don’t even care where she is, as long as there’s a whisper of filth oozing from her lips.
Me? I’m only interested in the good stuff—the moan packs, the NSFW Twitter debauchery, and maybe, just maybe, tuning into a stream to see what the hell you depraved lunatics are drooling over. And trust me, I get it. The moans? Immaculate. The voice work? Top tier, like she was personally forged in the fires of horny hell to be the ultimate degeneracy factory. You people worship her because she knows exactly how to drag you deeper into depravity, and she does it with gleeful abandon. Every breathy sigh, every teasing moan, every single voice line is engineered to keep you edge-lording yourself into oblivion, hoping—praying—that someday, somehow, she acknowledges your pathetic existence in a livestream.
All The Vtuber Smut You Need
And that’s not even the half of it. The woman actually puts effort into her content, which is a rare fucking thing in the VTuber scene. You might think she’s just another “I play games with my cute anime avatar” type, but no, this bitch is built different. She doesn’t just sit there pretending to be bad at Apex while raking in simp money. Oh no, she actually does shit—like mixing alcohol live, doing ungodly voice packs, and tormenting her followers with sheer degeneracy. It’s like she looked at the entire VTuber genre, saw how stale and repetitive it was, and said, “Fuck that, let’s make people’s dicks explode on sight.”
And her NSFW Twitter? Jesus Christ, it’s a fucking warzone. The place is just wall-to-wall filth, a haven of unholy anime porn, thirsty fan art, and retweets of the nastiest shit imaginable. You ever seen a horde of simps melt down over a single audio clip? Because that’s what Cottontail’s fanbase looks like on the daily. You people live and die by every cursed post she drops. If she even hints at something new coming, your entire brain shuts down, and you become a drooling, desperate mess, ready to throw your life savings at her just for the privilege of existing in her digital orbit.
And the fan art? Don’t even get me started. This chick’s fanbase is deranged, and I mean that in the best way possible. The amount of filthy, depraved, absolutely unholy art that exists of CottontailVA is staggering. She could probably print and bind a 500-page book of just the art her fans have drawn of her getting absolutely annihilated in every possible way. And she doesn’t even pretend to be shocked by it. She leans the fuck in, embraces the horny chaos, and just lets it happen. This is a woman who understands her audience, and she is more than happy to feed you all the degeneracy you crave.
Time To Purchase Her Moan Packs
If there’s one thing that separates CottontailVA from the horde of basic-ass VTubers, it’s the moan packs. This isn’t some half-hearted, fake-ass, low-energy “oh no step bro” nonsense you hear from amateur OnlyFans chicks who think a few breathy sighs will cut it. No, bitch. This woman goes feral. She doesn’t just moan—she performs. Every single audio clip is crafted to destroy your soul, to leave you sitting there questioning your entire existence, drenched in sweat, gripping your headphones like they just delivered the meaning of life straight into your ear canal.
And the best part? You can commission her to say exactly what you want. That’s right, you hold the power here. You can make this absolute menace of a woman whisper your deepest, filthiest desires into a microphone, and she’ll do it with zero hesitation. You want her to moan your name like you’re some kind of untouchable sex god? Done. You want her to beg, plead, and tell you how much she “needs it” like you’re the last man on Earth? No problem. You can literally script her into whatever filthy fantasy is currently rotting your brain, and she will deliver it with the precision of an elite assassin.
And don’t even pretend you aren’t thinking about it. Don’t fucking lie to me. You have dreamt of hearing an anime girl moan your name like it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted, and now? That dream is one simple payment away from reality. All it takes is a Google document, a few bucks, and a complete lack of shame, and boom—you have your own personal degeneracy soundtrack.
The pricing? Oh, it’s fair. You’re looking at $0.55 per word, which, let’s be honest, is an absolute steal considering the mind-breaking filth she delivers. That means for a measly five bucks, you could get her to whimper out 10 words of pure, undiluted sin. That’s cheaper than your fucking morning coffee, and let’s be real—you don’t even remember your coffee five minutes after drinking it. But this? This will stay with you forever.
And she knows exactly what she’s doing. There’s a reason her commissions stay booked nonstop. She has perfected the art of making men and women alike drop to their knees in despair, overwhelmed by the sheer unholy quality of her moans. You think you’ve heard good audio before? You haven’t. Not until you’ve had CottontailVA whisper absolute filth into your ears, filling your head with images that will haunt your every waking moment.
