>You were watching a chuuba when the doorbell rang
>Your package has arrived
>After signing the paper, you pull the huge man-sized box into the living room
>Inside the box is a tightly sealed container with a keypad
>You punch in the numbers and it opens
>Revealing a liquid filled tank...
>...and a naked Pekora floating in suspended animation
>You drain the tank and take Pekora out
>Ten thousand dollars including shipment... this better be worth it
>Within seconds she wakes up and immediately freaks out from seeing you
>She screamed, asking where is she and for your identity
>She's still a bit dazed but you told her that you bought her off a rabbit farm, they have been breeding Pekora by the thousands
>Pekora couldn't believe the story, there is no way she was being grown en masse like this
>She exclaims how the last thing she remembered was doing a 2022 New Years idol concert in Japan
>Ten years have passed since, you told her
>Her pupils shrink and the light on her face disappears
>You showed her a clip of the HoloFarms project on the monitor
>An entire warehouse with copies of Pekora in tanks, believing they are still streaming and doing idol activities in their dreams
>Pekora covers her mouth and tries not to throw up from shock
>You revealed how vtubers were contained and converted into renewable sources of food and material after the vtuber market crash
>As for the original? Theyre being kept alive, hooked up on machines, forced to give birth to these copies
>Swallowing bile, she asks you what is she here for
>You walk to your kitchen and turn the lights on, showing her your fridge and pantry
>Rabbit meat. Lots and lots of rabbit meat. Sausages dangling from the ceiling, pelts adorning the walls and floor, vacuum sealed rabbit steaks marinating
>The clothes on your back being made from her hair and fur
>Pekora was taken aback and crawled against the wall, her eyes fixed on the fridge
>The fear in her eyes was overwhelming her expression, her face turning pale, her mouth lost motor control and all she could do is wail in fear
>You told her she was special
>The previous Pekora you bought were all Grade C's
>Mindless copies grown for meat and fur, devoid of memories and intelligence, animals in humanoid bodies
>The one sobbing in the corner of your kitchen is a Grade A
>Having the memories, personality, and most importantly, sentience, similar to the original Pekora
>And it has been a long while since you enjoyed having your way with an actual intelligent and tasty creature
>Pekora stands up and makes her way to the door
>You grab her by the neck and choke her down on the table
>She pleas for you to let her go, tears swelling in her eyes and drool dripping from her mouth
>You move forward and give her a deep kiss, pushing your tongue deep inside her mouth to the back of the palate
>Grabbing her neck, you force her down and pin her in place
>Her voice barely able to escape her throat, her cries for help inaudible behind gurgles and wheezes
>You grab the cleaver on the counter and rest it on her neck
>Pekora watches as you raise your arm, reflecting light off the blade into her eyes, her tears making the image blurry
>With a swift strike, the cleaver cut its way through her neck
>Her head separated, her body limping
>As you hold on to her, you can feel the warmth of her flesh slowly lose over time
>Your hand reaches for her crotch
>Maybe a quick one while she's still warm
