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Ren Hana was there again. In the basement, staring down at Strade. The dim light flickered ominously, casting shadows that danced across the blood-stained walls. Strade was dying, that was clear. He was surrounded by so much blood. Strade's eyes were wide with terror, his trembling hand reaching up to Ren as if he were an angel come to save him. But no, Ren wouldn’t do that.
Ren would stare. He would stare his captor lover in the eyes and watch the light fade out of them. He would listen to Strade beg and plead, his voice a desperate whisper that echoed in the basement, just like all the previous toys had. It was almost funny, how the blood pooled towards Ren. Like it was pulling him closer.
Strade's breaths were ragged, each one a painful reminder of his impending doom. Ren's heart pounded in his chest, drowning out everything else. Strade’s screams got more desperate but Ren was stuck, he couldn’t move. Before long, Strade was lifeless on the ground. Despite him clearly having died, there was so much blood still pouring out of him. Everywhere, it was everywhere. It started to trail up Ren’s legs, cold and clammy, engulfing his entire bottom half and pulling him to the floor. It felt like ice, like he was frozen.
The blood felt very much alive despite its chill. Its icy tendrils wrapped around Ren, dragging him closer to Strade’s lifeless body. Strade’s head snapped up suddenly, his eyes burning with an unnatural green light, and his hand shot out, fingers grasping for Ren’s face. The basement filled with a guttural, otherworldly scream.
And then Ren woke up, drenched in sweat, his heart still racing, the echo of that scream lingering in the darkness of his room. He rubbed his eyes, pulling the dark-colored shirt closer to his body. It smelled like blood. Old blood, about three weeks at this point. Ren would never wash it. He couldn’t do that to Strade. This was the shirt he died in, after all.
Strade was dead. Ren turned over to grab his phone from the nightstand. This was his reality for the past three weeks. It had started slowly, the first two weeks the online uproar hadn’t been terrible but now he was ready for the barrage of messages. Strade hadn’t posted in a month. Usually, he would stream at least once a week. "This was not like him at all," the comments would screech.
Ren opened the website, scrolling through the hundreds of messages as he wiped sleep from his eyes. Most everyone was sure Strade had gotten caught. Under the radar, there were no news stories on it yet. Some asked about Ren. About his little fox, wondering if he had gotten away. Some speculated he was dead, some speculated he had killed Strade.
Mostly though, they were angry. Strade had been active for so long, and now he was gone. Where would they get this quality content again? Ren’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, the weight of the secrets he held pressing down on him like a vice. The room seemed to close in, the shadows whispering threats and accusations. He could so easily just write a post for his main page, tell them all it was done. But Ren wasn’t ready to leave behind the life he had known for so long. Six years he had been doing this! He took a deep breath, steadying himself before he made a decision.
It was simple enough, he needed to stream. Food was running low in the house anyway, a nice flow of cash would be perfect. Ren sat up out of bed and stretched. He had some time to set up. But he wanted the excitement of his loyal viewers! He missed their live chats… but he couldn’t stream like this! He pulled Strade’s shirt on and started downstairs to the basement. They didn’t have any toys but he had… an idea.
On his way down, he went to Strade’s profile. The easiest thing to do would be to make a post. Tell everyone they were back, apologize for the hiatus… But he had no photos or videos he hadn’t already posted. He stopped at the top of the stairs to think for a moment.
The username! People were active now, they’d probably see the change happen in real time. Ren’s tail swished behind him excitedly as he decided. He changed the username to SeinFuchs and shut the phone off to finish his preparations, giddy at the idea of what everyone would be saying.
The basement loomed before him, he hadn’t been down here in a while. He could almost hear Strade’s scream like a whisper in his ear, a ghostly echo that sent shivers down his spine. It was all he could hear down here. Cursing, screaming, begging. He stared at the spot barely visible from the top of the stairs, ears pinning back and tail still. Ren shook it off, focusing on the task at hand. He needed to set the scene perfectly. He couldn’t let this ruin his plan.
Descending the creaky stairs, Ren felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. This was his domain now. Something snapped, something changed. He knew exactly what he had to do. He knew exactly how he wanted to tell his audience that Strade was no more. He knew how to tell them he was Strade now.
The basement was dark, the air thick with the scent of old blood. He flicked on the lights, the harsh glare illuminating the room. His eyes scanned the space, lingering on the stains that seemed almost fresh despite their age. He hadn’t cleaned up half as well as he should have. But it didn’t matter, he stared at the freezer for a moment, smile wide on his face.
He began setting up the equipment, his movements precise and methodical. Every piece had its place, every wire connected just so. The thrill of anticipation buzzed through him. He knew his audience waited, hungry for whatever he would feed them. Ren’s fingers danced over the controls, each click and adjustment bringing him closer to showtime. He had cameras, lights, a microphone even. There was a small screen that would show the chat as he filmed. It was perfect.
Finally, everything was in place. He stood back, admiring his work, a dark smile playing on his lips. Tonight, he would give them a show they would never forget. This wasn’t the normal filming space, no, this was against the wall. The camera was pointed directly at the freezer.
Anticipation crawled up Ren’s body like the blood in his nightmares. He pulled out the phone to check the new messages now.
“Sein Fuchs??? His fox??? Do y’all think the fox really did it???”
“Oh dude the fox definitely did it, I can’t wait to see.”
“I doubt he’s going to stream guys, he has been gone for so long…”
“Maybe he’s hiding from the cops. They gotta be onto him by now, right?”
“Man, if the fox killed Strade, he’s my new hero. Can’t wait to see what he does next, I always knew he was a keeper.”
Ren's lips curled into a smirk as he read the comments. The excitement and speculation of his audience fueled him, a dark thrill surging through his veins. He relished their curiosity, their hunger for the macabre show he was about to deliver.
The messages were flooding in, each one a spark to his growing anticipation. Ren might have just woken up, but it was nearly six PM. He excitedly grabbed the mask that hung off of the camera. The world knew Ren’s face. He was their pet. But they didn’t know him now. They knew Ren with Strade. Without Strade, he wasn’t even sure he was Ren anymore.
Oh well, his fans were excited. And boy oh boy did he have the show for them.
Ren opened the deep freeze, his breath hitching for a moment as he saw it. Strade’s eyes were still open, glazed and icy. His chest was open, the meat still on his ribs frozen solid. He stared down at Strade for a brief second, taking in the minimal change since he last looked. He had been so smart in keeping Strade here.
He was so perfect, face contorted like he would scream at any moment… and yet he would never scream again. No blood pumped through his body, nothing would move unless Ren made it move.
And make it move he did. See, Ren had frozen Strade so specifically. He moved the bags of frozen peas from Strade’s groin, his tail nearly wagging at this point. It had worked so perfectly. He climbed in on top of Strade, tail swishing over the frozen face of his lover. He was looking over to the camera’s view to make sure it was perfect.
The camera could only barely see inside the freezer, Strade wasn’t visible at all. But Ren was. He was perfectly centered. He was so excited to show off he nearly forgot to start the stream.
Ren almost threw the phone before even pressing start. He was so happy Strade made him film a lot, he knew exactly what to do. It also helped that Strade had set a countdown any time a stream started. That gave Ren time from the moment he pressed the button to toss the phone and prepare himself.
The second the countdown started, people joined. Ren secured the mask over his face before he got to work. He had a small tube of lube in the shirt pocket. That was quickly torn open and Ren sat, counting down in his head as he started to stroke Strade’s cold cock.
The body would thaw quite slowly. He knew it would, it wasn’t the first time Ren had fucked him like this. But his dick would thaw faster, almost too fast. He had tricks, holding his hands on the sides of the freezer so he wouldn’t warm it up too much applying lube. He hummed softly as his mental countdown ended and the light on the camera turned on.
He glanced at the view, making sure the viewers could see his hand moving up and down. They could probably barely make out the tip of Strade’s dick like this. Ren quickly read over the comments as he moved, turning his body the other way so he was now facing Strade. He knew he could have given more of a show with this one but he was so excited. Already donations and comments were rolling in.
“Woah new angle!”
“Wow this is…??? Any clue what he’s doing?”
SyckFyck donated 100 coins
“Dude he’s jacking something off”
“Oh fuck he’s so pretty”
Ren smiled under the mask, he was so excited he was shaking. For his first stream, this was insane turnout. So many people watched as Ren’s tail swished at the edge of the freezer. He had propped up Strade’s dick to perfectly freeze in position, he slowly lowered himself onto it, hands on what was left of Strade’s chest. Each time someone donated, he could hear it ding so softly from the display. He came up with a number and counted down each ding. Thirty donations and he would show them. That should give him enough time to do what he wanted to.
Strade’s dick was literal ice against Ren’s ass. He whined softly, nearly too soft for the cameras to pick up. He could feel the goosebumps on his skin. His bare legs were so cold, pressed into the ice caking the sides of the freezer. And yet he didn’t stop; Ren kept going. He lowered himself, trailing his hands up and down the opened rib cage. The comments called Ren so pretty, but only if they could see what he was looking at now. He was gorgeous like this. He was fucking beautiful, icicles in his lashes and hair.
Fifteen. Ren lifted himself slowly, his tail curving like a damn renaissance painting. And then he let his body weight fall down on Strade’s dick. The sound of his body moving definitely perked up some viewers. He had less time than he thought he would. But Strade’s dick was still cold. He still had time with him.
Ren glanced over to the view, staring at the barrage of comments.
“Oh god guys I think there’s someone in the freezer”
“Nah man he’s just riding a bag of peas or something.”
“You think it’s him?”
Gorewhore donated 200 coins.
“Fuck, I wish he’d talk.”
“Fuchs, talk to us!”
Ren bounced again, staring at the camera. It took a moment for his voice to find him, but it was so much different than before. The once timid fox was now an overpowering presence in the room, the beautiful centerpiece of the livestream.
For now.
“So, I take it you all missed me?” He hummed, a small gasp following the words as he picked up speed. Eight. “I’ve got something so… so intriguing to show you.” He tilted his head back, smile almost visible from under the mask. “I know you’re all so upset we haven’t streamed in a while, but I promise I’ll fix it!” His moans were getting louder.
The last eight donations came in all at once, comments going so fast he couldn’t read them. Ren pulled himself up ever so slightly, just enough to reach out and wrench the camera closer. He turned it down slightly, revealing what he was doing. The flood of messages and donations was intoxicating, a reminder of the control he now held over his audience. With an unsteady hand, he adjusted the focus, making sure every detail was captured perfectly.
Strade was in the freezer. His dead eyes were open and frosty, his lips ever so slightly parted. He was blue, but no clear signs of decomposition. The wound from his attacker was also on clear display, but that was far less intriguing than the gaping hole in his chest. His ribs were shattered. His lungs were placed back completely wrong, just highlighting the missing piece. Strade’s heart was gone. The bite marks along the edges of his skin were probably enough to deduce the reason.
Ren’s movements became faster now that his audience could see. He gripped at the edge of Strade’s open chest, feeling the frozen bone and flesh nearly crack under the force. And he leaned down to lick a slimy streak up Strade’s face. It was slow, clearly possessive. And the comments went wild.
Oleander donated 3000 coins.
“I knew it”
“Necro isn’t so common here I’m fucking jazzed”
“Look at how his scars are fading though, I’ll miss him being the main attraction.”
Oleander donated 5000 coins.
“Damn he really got fucked up”
Snuffbug donated 80 coins.
Ren wanted to crawl inside of Strade. He wanted to wear his skin but he couldn’t. He moved faster, slamming his hips down against Strade. The slap of bare ass against frozen flesh was loud, and Ren didn’t let up. He kept going, he was so close…
Ren came like a pornstar, his back arching and his moan almost addicting. He came directly into Strade’s chest cavity, coating the frozen organs. Ren’s claws dug into the flesh left on Strade’s chest, leaving scrapes in the slowly thawing meat. He didn’t have much more time. He could already feel Strade’s dick getting soft. It was almost like Strade came with him, how romantic…
Ren stuck his hand in his chest, smearing cum over frozen organ.
“Sorry we’ve been gone.” He mused, sitting back against Strade’s dick. “He met an unfortunate toy who didn’t want to play our games… but it’s okay, I saved him.” His ears and tail perked up as he looked into the camera. “Now I have to clean him up, he’s so messy. But I’ll have new streams for you all, tune in next week to see what I’ve got.” Ren gently caressed Strade’s face.
“He’s not going anywhere. I’m not going anywhere.” He looked back to the camera before pressing the button to stop the recording.
Like a switch has been turned, Ren’s body went from on edge to completely limp. He fell against Strade, hands inside of his chest. The cum was no longer warm, now just a cold sticky mess on his Strade. He whined softly, lifting himself out of the freezer to grab paper towels and clean up.
Once Strade was clean, Ren packed the peas around his member once more and closed the lid. He shut off the lights and equipment, moving it all back to where it should have been. He grabbed the phone that had previously been discarded and headed back upstairs.
Ren stopped by the kitchen, pulling out a tupperware full of miscellaneous raw meats. Mostly cow, maybe a chicken heart or two? He didn’t remember. He pulled that and the phone back to his bedroom and put on an old movie, one of his first. When Strade cut his face open, when Ren finally got his proper appearance after being claimed as a pet.
Ren curled up under the blankets and started eating, opening up his messages to see what was new.
There was a lot. People were going crazy asking him questions, some people didn’t even believe that Ren was still Ren.
“Are your streams just gonna be porn now? I wanna see bitches die.”
“I liked it! Stream longer next time, let him thaw.”
“The hunted becomes the hunter.”
“I’ll miss seeing him cry.”
But the man with the flower username stood out. Oleander. A quite deadly flower, such a funny username to pick. He had donated so much once the reveal happened. And here was his comment. He was still online, Ren checked the log of gifts and this guy had sent well over 10k just that day. He had very little actual interaction on the site, a few favorited posts and lives, mostly just necrophillia. Ren looked back to the comment left on his stream.
“I usually dont comment on these things but it… was nice. the reveal was worth the wait.”
His ears perked up and he typed out a quick reply.
“Just wait, I have so much more planned.”
Ren popped a piece of meat in his mouth as he watched the typing notification. And he watched. And.. he… watched…? Oleander stopped typing. Oh. Ren felt an odd empty feeling, why didn’t he reply?
Ren’s ear twitched and his tail swished in annoyance. He groaned and looked up at the TV, watching Strade stab him in the cheek. He sighed, closing his site and looking at the maps. The Braying Mule was open for another 2 hours… but it was ten minutes away and this late it wouldn’t be easy to take someone home. He growled and shoved more meat in his mouth. Tomorrow he would go find some toy to hopefully bring back the deadly flower.