The image on the screen became blurry and indistinct as the webcam broadcasting it was picked up and moved. When it finally came to rest and was allowed to focus once more it was no longer aimed at the skinned rabbit, whose heart and lungs had remained still for the past several minutes, but showed the tiger that everyone tuned in to the live show knew so well; his paws still stained red with the rabbit's blood. No one knew his real name, or if they did it had never managed to make its way to his fans, but online he went by the name of HareSplitter - most of his fans had adopted the abbreviation H-S.

"I've got some bad news, and some good news," his voice sounded tinny over the small laptop speakers. "The bad news..." he shifted in his chair to make sure the body behind him was still visible to the camera. "Liz will be unavailable for streams for the foreseeable future."

The stream's chat panel exploded with protests:

Furx: "What!?"

Chatin: "Booo!"

Aiwah: "Ack!"

Jarogniew: "Ah crap!"

Vanyel: "That mean you won't be broadcasting anymore?"

Snaks: "Haha! No shit... she's obviously dead…"

Beartp: "Yeah, you shutting down? That'd suck!"

Furx: "@Snaks You noob, she dies every month."

Aiwah: "Nooooooo. The show must go on!"

Chatin: "Don't shut down!"

Vanyel: "Yeah Snaks, it's the same girl every time."

Snaks: "What? How can she die "every month". You can only die once idiots."

Aiwah: "It's just a show. If you don't like it shoo."


H-S had started his monthly broadcast nearly a year ago. Every show ended with him snuffing his partner Liz in some fashion. The first show had been a simple hanging and had grown more elaborate from there. No one was sure how he accomplished it, but the same partner was always back for more no matter what befell her during the previous month. There were all kinds of speculation. Some thought he must work in special effects and was really good with props. Others claimed it had to be CGI. The real nuts claimed he was somehow able to resurrect her. Then there were a handful - mostly trolls trying to get the stream shut down, but also the real diehard snuff fans - who insisted that the real trick was that it wasn't the same girl. Rather that he was really killing her, and merely passed off some new victim as being the same girl. For his part H-S remained totally silent on the matter, never confirming nor denying any theories. Merely holding fast to the statement that it was Liz month in and month out.

"No, no, we're not shutting down." H-S responded to the chatter. "That's the good news. Starting next month I will be bringing one lucky fan on to live out their snuff fantasies." Again the chat panel erupted, this time with excitement. "All you have to do to enter is write me a letter saying why you want to be chosen and how you'd like to go live on camera. Keep in mind that originality counts. You don't want to see the same thing over and over, do you?" He set down a rag he'd been using to wipe the worst of the blood from his paws. "It doesn't matter if you're a first time viewer or have been here since the beginning, everyone has an equal chance. Oh, and don't worry if you live far away. The lucky winner will receive an all expense paid trip. Good luck." With that he rose from his chair and moved off camera.

From off screen he adjusted the camera's aim and zoomed in on Liz's motionless body. Every stream ended the same way, a silent image of that month's aftermath. It would remain active in this state for an hour, allowing the views time to chat amongst themselves and revel in their sharded fetish. Today the chat was focused on the stunning announcement.

Furx: "Holy crap! I'm so entering. Who else?"

Chatin: "I might."

Aiwah: "Go Furx. Go Furx. Go. Give us a good show."

Jarogniew: "Too risky for me, but good luck. Look forward to seeing whoever wins die."

Vanyel: "What would hold you back Chatin?"

Beartp: "No surprise you would Furx."

Furx: "Hey, what can I say… :)"

Jarogniew: "Oh, I'd so jackoff to your death Furx!"

Beartp: "Any idea what method you're gonna ask for?"

Aiwah: "Me too Jarog."

Chatin: "@Vanyel Oh, don't get me wrong, it's temping. I'll see what I can come up with, but don't expect to be chosen."

Snaks: "Anyone who enters is a total sap"

Vanyel: "Come Jarog, do it."

Furx: "Spoilers… ;)"

Furx: "Get the hell out of here Snaks"

Aiwah: "If I PMed you Furx will you tell me?"

Beartp: "Hah. Fine, keep your secrets."

Jarogniew: "Nah Van, I just like watching, don't wanna risk dying."

Snaks: "If you win you're gonna die. You know that right? You're all a bunch of idiots."

Beartp: "Shut up Snaks"

Aiwah: "Come on Jarog, it's just a show. No one's gonna die."

Aiwah: "I'm so entering, no worries here."

Snaks: "On second thought. Do it, the world will be better off without you freaks."

Aiwah: "Such a killjoy…"



Sean closed out his browser window and snapped his laptop shut. It was easy to see where this was going and he didn't care to sit through another bitchfest between the regulars and a troll. He was a relative newcomer to the stream and to the snuff genre in general, and he had never said a word in the chat anyway. Always just lurking as an anonymous name among the bunch. When he first stumbled on the genre he'd been grossed out like any normal person, but found himself gradually drawn in. Since then it had become a guilty little pleasure; fascinated by the ‘impossible' acts and in the case of H-S's stream, the stunning realism.

He had no desire to actually be snuffed himself, and was among the viewers who believed it to be an elaborate showing of special effects. As something of an amateur special effects man himself with aspirations of one day making his way to Hollywood, the thought of this contest giving a behind the scenes peek sent his mind racing through possibilities. If H-S wanted originality he would come up with something that would be sure to put on a good show.

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Three weeks passed without any response to his submission and had Sean pretty much forgotten all about it. Much to his surprise he found a short email waiting in his inbox one day.

Love your idea and will glady fly you out here to be my first lucky fan if you're still interested. Let me know and we can work out the details.
-Hare_Snuffer

It was too good to be true. He was being offered the opportunity to be the first to get a behind the scenes peek at how the magic was made, and to meet H-S in person. He shot back an instant reply that he was indeed still interested, and after a few more back and forths they ironed out all the specifics of the show and had his flight booked. The only stipulation was that for reasons of anonymity he couldn't reveal to anyone, inside the community or out, that he was the lucky chosen fan.

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Six days later Sean was picked up from the airport by his host. The flight was the day of the stream, so there was no time for delay and they headed straight for where the magic happened. He found himself getting nervous sitting there in the car during the ride.

"So, umm, what should I call you? I never got your real name."

"Best to keep things anonymous. Just call me by my online handle, H-S if that's what you're comfortable with." The imposing tiger tilted his head in Sean's direction. "You don't want me using your real name during the stream, do you?"

"Uh, no, guess you're right." An uncomfortable silence fell on the vehicle. Sean had no idea what kind of small talk to have with the man who would be pretending to kill him soon. He had a million questions about how it was done, but didn't even know where to begin and he would see for himself soon enough. There'd be time enough after the show to ask any questions that remained. So they sat in silence for the remainder of the ride.

"Whelp. Here we are." The drive lasted just over half an hour. To Sean's surprise their destination was a small suburban home, and not the large commercial structure one would expect to house a special effects studio.

As if sensing his confusion H-S elaborated, "My studio is in the basement, built it myself. Now let's get a move on. Since your flight was delayed we've only got an hour till showtime. Got to get you ready for your big debut."

H-S led the way inside and towards the basement, but allowed Sean to descend the narrow staircase first. A closed door awaited him at the bottom. His paw reached towards the knob but froze with a mix of excitement and nervousness just an inch short. This was it, all the secrets lay just beyond this door. The tension was palpable.

"Nervous? The door won't bite." H-S reached past Sean, his large stature completely filling the stairwell behind him, to turn the knob and push open the door. "May I present to you... the trophy room." His paw gave a slight flourish.

Sean took a tentative step forward, his eyes beginning a slow scan across the revealed space. In his excited state his brain didn't consciously register exactly what H-S had just called the room. The walls were adorned with mounted heads and pelts; severed limbs and paws, bleached bones, and various fluid filled canisters of life-like organs rested atop sundry pedestals and inside fancy display cases. Each recognizable as the remains of Liz from a particular stream. His eyes swept over the arrayed props, each lovingly awaiting its next use. He knew it, it was all elaborately done stage makeup.

An uneasiness slowly swept over him. Something wasn't quite right, but he couldn't put his finger on what. He stepped further into the space and began to inspect the nearest display more closely. Then it hit him.

Props wouldn't be kept on ornate pillars and mounted on walls like hunting trophies. Studying a pair of side by side remains closer it grew apparent that they were not, as they should be, totally identical. There were subtle differences in the fur colors and patterns, and below each hung a little name plaque. He scanned over more of the displays, but could only make out the names on the nearest ones. They were not the same.

A gasp escaped his lips as the reality of what he was seeing merged with what his host had called the room. "Wha… what is…?" He involuntarily stepped backwards bumping into a wall of orange and black muscle causing him to yelp with a start and crane his head up.

H-S's face loomed over him and a firm paw grasped his should. The formerly gentle expression the tiger had held was replaced by the steely eyed look he had during the streams. "Leaving so soon?" The paw gripped tighter causing Sean to buckle to one side in pain, making it clear that he was here to stay.

"The nice thing about rabbits," H-S's voice held a wistful tone as he absentmindedly surveyed his trophies, "is how large their families are. Sure made it easy to pretend they were all Liz. Just a little dye here and there to match her markings and the camera hides the rest." The grip eased slightly but Sean was too stunned to speak. "You didn't actually believe it was some trick and she survived each show, did you?" The question sounded like it was teasing a gullible child.

It was enough to make Sean find his voice and suddenly struggle against the firm grip. "Let me go! No way! I'm outta here!"

A second paw gripped his other shoulder. "Ah ah. The show must go on. I can't very well cancel the first fan show now can I? You didn't lie on your entry form now did you?" He was both gruffly serious and mocking.

"YES! Yes I did! Now let me go!" His struggles became violent trying to take several swipes at the man holding him. "You can't kill me! That's murder!"

With H-S behind him none of the swipes came remotely close to making contact. "Hahaha! Of course it is. Think all 11 siblings went willingly?" Sean found himself lifted bodily from the floor. "But that's enough of your struggling. You have an audience waiting."

He was carried kicking and screaming through another door at the back of the trophy room into what he recognized all too well as the ‘broadcast studio'. The next 30 minutes passed in a tortuous blur. Sean was bound and gagged while his host-turned-captor bustled about making last minute preparations. Through it all the worst part was the nagging reminder of the horrific death he'd proposed and agreed to in his bid to get this behind scenes exclusive.

The camera was switched on and the broadcast went live precisely at its regularly scheduled time. H-S spoke to the camera, greeting his audience as usual and standing in such a way as to momentarily block its view of where Sean lay bound gagged and strapped to a table.

"For all those who missed last month's show; Liz is unfortunately unavailable for the foreseeable future, but as promised the show will go on. This month we proudly bring you the first of our lucky fans to win our fan snuff contest." He stepped to the side allowing the viewers to get their first glimpse of Sean.

The petite grey squirrel was bound to a large slightly slanted table. His legs were spread eagle and his arms raised above his head; each of the limbs secured and pulled taut by a thick rope. What appeared to be makeshift tourniquets circled both thighs and biceps. His big fluffy tail was similarly secured straight down between his spread legs, mostly to keep it from getting in the way, and a pair of leather straps across his chest and around his neck completed the work of fully immobilizing him while a gag kept him quiet.

"Apologies to any ardently straight viewers. I'm well aware that Liz was female so we've always been snuffing a woman, but we placed no sex restrictions on the contest and our first lucky winner is, as you can see, a strapping male." He picked up the camera and moved it to its normal viewing location much closer to the action.

Sean squirmed and bucked against his restraints the best he could and tried to shout to the viewers for help. The gag unfortunately muffled all such attempts.

"Oh my," H-S's voice held the same cruel mocking tone it had when he'd grab a hold of Sean what felt like hours ago already, "he doesn't look like he's going to go too calmly, does he?" He gave the camera a sinister glance, "Not sure that I blame him. The method he proposed is rather brutal, would likely give anyone second thoughts. Let's just see if we can call him down a bit, or at least make his last moments a bit more pleasurable."

On the far wall directly across from Sean was a large screen monitor on which both he and H-S could see the live stream and its associated chat. The comments flew by too quickly to be able to read them all, but he was horrified by the utter excitement he saw from those witnessing what was about to be his brutal murder. Some even tried to speculate, based on how he was bound, what kind of show they were in for.

Furx: "Lucky bastard!"

Jarogniew: "Can't believe it's not Furx."

Aiwah: "Anyone know who he is? What name's missing from list?"

Beartp: "No kidding. We're in for something special if it beat out whatever Furx submitted. Still not gonna tell us?"

Stubbycoon: "Guys guys! Look! His arms and legs are banded! They're coming off!"

Furx: "Not sure, . Every regular seems to still be here."

Aiwah: "Whoa, good call Stub. I didn't see that."

Furx: "Nope, still won't tell. If any luck you'll see it one day."

Jarogniew: "Maybe, maybe not. Could just be for show."

Chatin: "Almost looks like he's setup on a rack."

Furx: "Kinda, but don't see anything to increase the tension."

Vanyel: "There's a knife and powertool of some kind on the tool table too. Not sure why those would be there if it was just a rack."

Stubbycoon: "True. Still, I hope they come off. Haven't seen that yet, or did he last time? I missed last month's stream."

Jarogniew: "There's no restraints across the stomach. Might be a dissection."

Aiwah: "Nah Stub, last month was flaying."

Vanyel: "Oh! Could be, but what about the powertool?"

Beartp: "You're such a tease Furx."

Jarogniew: "*shrug* Craniectomy? Or cut the sternum?"

Furx: "You know it Bear. At least I'll get to see what beat me out so I can up my game even more for next time."

What horrified him even more was that until today he had been the same. Sitting there each month watching in fascination as the string of sisters passed off as Liz were dispatched one by one. His mind flashed to the grizzly menagerie in the next room and tried to avoid thinking about how his remains would soon be added to that collection.

He was snapped back to reality and the situation at hand by a totally unexpected feeling. H-S had begun to fondle his manhood. The tiger's large paw was groping his small furry sack and sheath. Oh god no. Sean's mind protested the sensation beginning to rise from his groin. His tormentor's last words told him immediately what the plan was. On more than one occasion ‘Liz' had be sexually stimulated before or during her death. He did not want to die aroused for all the world to see.

Nonetheless, unbidden by his conscious mind, the minstrations he was receiving coaxed his tip from its furry confines. That was all the invitation H-S needed, one paw wrapped around the protruding pink flesh while the other pulled his sheath back. With his shaft fully exposed the tiger began to stroke its length.

Sean whimpered behind his gag and redoubled his efforts to fight against his restraints, but his body betrayed him. Blood rushed through his tissues and engorged his shaft, hardening it between the oranged furred fingers. The paws were skillful, and despite his protests and attempts to restrain his own body he was quickly brought to the edge of orgasm. But he wasn't allowed to cum.

"That'll be enough," H-S dryly intoned as he released his grip, leaving Sean to throb with pent up need at the very brink. "Now let's just keep him right there." There was an audible snap and Sean's hips bucked with surprise as something closed tightly around the base of his shaft and balls. The rubber cockring prevented the escape of any blood, leaving him painfully engorged and sensitive at the very edge of orgasm.

"I think that should help keep his mind off things nicely." H-S turned to fully face the camera, ignoring the muffled squeaks and moans coming the the squirrel. "Today we are proud to recreate a method of execution not seen in over a hundred years." Sean shivered at the emotionless way the tiger proceeded to describe his impending murder - it sounded like a documentary filming.

"First used in the 13th century and reserved as the ultimate punishment for treason, it is often considered the most brutal form of execution ever devised. Several variations existed adding a variety of extra tortuous steps, but today we will stick to the core. Our lucky fan will help us demonstrate what it was like to be Drawn and Quartered.

For those not familiar with the terms that means he will be disemboweled - Drawn, and then all four limbs removed - Quartered. Historically the Quartering was sometimes performed by tying each limb to a horse and ripping them off, but we will have to settle for pulling them taut and cutting them away. Victims were often also hung to near death and had their entrails burned or fed upon by dogs while left to bleed to death.

Ready?" Sean squirmed as best he could and screamed behind the gag as H-S shifted his attention from the camera and to the work at hand.

The show was never one for long and drawn out theatrics, always jumping straight to the main event with no delays or unnecessarily prolonging things. The cold clinicalness of it took on new meaning for Sean with the revelation of the act's true depths. He couldn't grasp how someone could so calmly commit murder as H-S picked up a long knife.

"Last month when we skinned Liz alive I had to be careful not to cut too deeply and penetrate the muscle tissue. This time there is no need for such subtlety." Seans eyes widened into saucers of fear and his stomach clenched as the blade was raised. His whole body tensed in expectation of the plunge, but just before it came H-S's free paw quickly caressed the tip of his still throbbing shaft. The touch had the desired effect. His body reacted to the pleasure; a different set of muscles clenched, his eyes fluttered and rolled back into his head, and a moan rang behind the gag.

At that moment H-S's arm jerked down, swiftly plunging the blade a good three inches into the squirrel's belly just below the sternum. Without pausing he pulled the knife in a straight line towards Sean's groin, opening a deep red gash in the grey fur.

Sean's muffled moan became a cough, his mind flip-flopping between the conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain. It felt like he'd just been punched in the gut by a heavyweight boxer, but at the same time his cock still trobbed with need.

H-S dropped the knife, letting it clatter to the table beside Sean, and grabbed ahold of either side of the cut. "With the depth of the cut I've most likely gone through several lengths of the looping small intestines," he continued narrating to the camera. "Without extensive and immediate medical intervention, unavailable at time this practice was in use, the initial wound alone is already a death sentence." He pulled the wound open exposing the twists and turns of intestines for the world to see. "Traditionally at this point the victim would be hanging from a gallows or in some other way supported upright and gravity would spill the guts, but we are not set up for that so I will have to provide some assistance."

In the early days of the stream H-S had worn gloves and surgical scrubs, but after a few months he abandoned the practice - deciding that it was more a pain to clean the scrubs than his fur, and he found he prefered the true hands on feel anyway.

A few loops of intestines bulged upwards through the opened wound of their own accord. H-S released his grip with one paw and plunged it into the body cavity. More guts were displaced and spill by the action. His second paw followed the first to get ahold of a good heeping armful and gave a rough yank.

Sean's head began to loll from the combination of trauma and his newly discovered shortness of breath, and yet still the band around his cock held it in a state of need.

"That will do," H-S released the mass of organs which spread in a blob atop the stomach meant to contain them. "He's fading fast and we don't want him to expire before the quartering is complete." He turned to a table behind him and picked up an electric reciprocating saw. "In this case chopping with an axe or other blade would be too slow, and potentially take several tries per limb. So I will be using a saw to speed the process and ensure I finish before he passes."

What little protest Sean still exhibited was weak and for the most part a display of involuntary reflexes. He barely clung to awareness of the situation.

Just as he'd said H-S moved quickly with the saw, revving the motor twice before holding the trigger and swinging the blade towards the squirrel's taut legs. "You may have noticed I've banded the limbs. This is of course a non-traditional technique, but I chose to do so in order to minimize the amount of blood in the limbs and therefore the amount of splatter the saw will create."

Despite the precaution there was still a good amount of sprayed flesh when the serrated blade bit into first thigh. Halfway through the motor's pitch changed and H-S's biceps tensed, struggling together to fight their way through the thick femer. The additional force caused the blade to power through the remaining flesh in the blink of an eye the instant the bone was passed. No longer connected to the body, the leg snapped away and dropped to the floor with a hollow thud, illustrating just how much tension each limb had been under this entire time. When the leg was severed Sean's head weakly lifted momentarily before dropping once more.

The same process was completed with the remaining extremities, and on an impulse H-S removed the tail as well. Messy and bloodied H-S set the saw aside and walked towards the camera. "Well. There you have it. Our first lucky fan has been drawn and quartered, as he requested." There was a moment of disorientation as he picked up the camera and carried it over to the body, giving the viewers an up close and more personal look. "As you can see the victim is still alive, but his breath is very shallow and you will get to see him pass shortly." He panned the view over the exposed guts and chuckled when he spotted something he hadn't noticed while working, but the chat had already seen it and was erupting with laughter and snide comments about what a little slut he was. "Would you look at that, he came at some point. It's not unheard of for the body to make one last attempt to spread its seed when in the throes of death. I was secretly hoping we would see this when I chose to edge and band his cock."

The camera steadied once more as H-S remounted it on its tripod positioned with a closeup of the rapidly fading fan, where it would remain for the next hour until the stream was shutdown till next month. "I hope you've enjoyed the our first fan contestant. There were numerous entrants received, but this was the most educationally interesting. Liz will still be unavailable next month so we will be continuing with the lucky fan contest. To be fair to all entrants, and to avoid the possibility of second thoughts, I will be throwing out all entries from this month. You will need to reapply if you wish to be in next month's pool. Feel free to submit the same suggestions, many came in a close second and it was a very difficult choice. Just keep in mind that originality and uniqueness are what we're looking for."

With that H-S muted the camera and left the chat to its normal post show devices.