>You were watching a chuuba VOD 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 Kiki floating in suspended animation
    >You drain the tank and take Kiki 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 Kiki by the thousands
    >Kiki 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 mayoral duties in downtown Rabbitville
    >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 KikiFarms project on the monitor
    >An entire warehouse with copies of Kiki in tanks, believing they are still streaming and doing idol activities in their dreams
    >Kiki 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
    >Kiki 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 Kikis 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 Kiki
    >And it has been a long while since you enjoyed having your way with an actual intelligent and tasty creature
    >Kiki 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
    >Kiki 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