Red discovers Lily’s sex stream

Hank left behind his chauvinistic ways after being transformed into a muscular futanari and adopted a new identity and name in ‘Red’. Lily, who ended up in a nearly-identical female body, was magically mind-controlled and kidnapped by a man who mistook her for Red. Red and Craig have been growing closer while looking for Lily, but Craig’s loyalty kept them apart. Unbeknownst to Red, Craig realized that he couldn’t keep waiting for Lily and decided to take it to the next level.

Red

“Lightweight! Lightweight!”

Red grunted, her glutes and quads exploding with every rep. Her arms rigidly clutched the dumbbell at her chest. She was locked in and didn’t allow herself to drift an inch from the ideal form she knew she could achieve. Each squat was deep and held a millisecond longer than was comfortable. Her body screamed at her that she was at her limit, but she just screamed back and pushed through.

“Nine, and the last one I’m gonna hold. Gimme a “hold” in chat to help me hold. Aaaaand ten!”

Red thrust upwards one last time before setting down the dumbbell. She kept her breathing controlled while she wiped down and took a sip of horse electrolytes.

It had been two days since the tacos, and Red was finally feeling herself again. She didn’t remember exactly what she said to Craig before she passed out, but he had been acting weird ever since.

Fuck, I hope I didn’t make another declaration of unrequited love.

Red shook out her arms and legs as she walked back to her streaming rig. Riding high on endorphins, her mood came down to earth as she scanned the chat log. Not for the first time, she wondered if it was worth it to stream her workout sessions.

And once again, it’s all peaches in chat.

“Lemme catch my breath. I have a few more sets in me.”

chat: so when are you finally doing corn?

“Corn? You wish.”

chat: her adult stream is trash anyway

Red’s brow furrowed.

“The fuck outta here. I only do gaming and fitness. And that’s more than you gooners deserve.”

chat: glassdoll on liveglow. check it out

A link popped up in chat and Red hovered the mouse over it. She felt the hairs rise on the back of her neck as she clicked and was greeted by a familiar face. The same one she saw in the mirror every morning.

Goosebumps erupted from Red’s skin, and her heart hammered in her chest. Same tan lines. Same breasts. Same abs. But her eyes.

“Nah,” Red said, desperately trying to maintain her composure. “Some kind of deepfake or something. Didn’t even get the eyes right. Anyway, stream’s over.”

Brown eyes. It’s her. I have to tell Craig. Oh fuck. He’s gonna lose it. I have to do it in person, so he has me to support him. Now how do I…

Red spent a minute crafting a text, her mind still racing.

TEXT - RED

i need you here now

it’s important

With that sent, Red could turn her attention back to Lily. As intimately as Red knew that body, there was no one else it could be. She rushed through making an account and accessed the live stream. Suddenly, her eyes were bombarded by Lily’s nude form, spreading her vagina so the entire internet could peer into her deepest depths. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, but by far the worst part was her voice. Red’s ears were assaulted by a breathy, high-pitched sing-songy stream of nonstop self-degradation. Her stomach turned to hear the prudish Lily go on an unending mantra about her lack of worth and how, exactly, she wanted her body to be abused for the pleasure of the few people watching.

Red was only able to withstand a few seconds before muting the stream. She had to turn away to calm her breathing, her raging emotions threatening to overwhelm her. Her fists clenched and her mind filled with the fantasy of finding the man responsible, wrapping her arms around his neck, and **** him to within an inch of his life.

No, I can’t do this right now. Craig’s gonna need my support when he gets here, and I have to be strong for him. I can break down after.

The jolt of cold water on her face was a welcome reprieve, but the face in the mirror was just another reminder of what was waiting for Red back on her computer. After a few screams into a pillow, she was ready to face Lily again. She started with a chat message of “where are you?” but it never posted. Instead, she found her account kicked and blocked. Frustrated, Red made a new account and discovered that all chat messages were being individually approved by a mod before Lily could see them. Red spent the next half hour looking for clues about her location in the backgrounds of Lily’s videos and the available archives. The knock on the door was a relief until she realized what it meant.

This is gonna suck, but it’s the first lead we have. Be direct and don’t focus on the negatives.

The door opened to reveal Craig standing stiffly with a hopeful expression on his face and a bouquet in his hands. He had even dressed up with a black bow tie adorning his white dress shirt. Red’s heart leapt into her throat.

“Um, Red. I’ve been thinking and-”

“Stop,” Red croaked out. She struggled to keep her voice steady, but knew she wouldn’t be able to withstand the next words out of his mouth.

“Let me go first. It’s Lily. I found her.”

Craig’s eyes widened, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

“What?” He squeaked.

“She’s streaming online. I just found her and told you to come over. I don’t know where she is. Before you look, I have to warn you. She’s obviously still being controlled, and it’s… bad. It’s very bad.”

Craig dropped the flowers and stumbled to look at the site Red pulled up. As he was trying to process what he saw, Red’s focus was entirely on him. She saw every microexpression. First, relief at seeing her alive, then surprise at the context. That shifted into horror as he realized the extent of the depravity, then anger to hide the pain.

“How did you find her?”

“Someone on my stream assumed it was me. I found out today, but she’s only been streaming for a week.”

“A week?” Craig asked. “Why now?”

“This is a guess, but… You said he was angry at her. That she was able to resist him at first. This isn’t for money, her performance is garbage. This is punishment. Humiliation. If he couldn’t make her, before, it was because she was still able to resist him.”

… until now.

Craig’s face fell as he came to the same realization.

“Are you okay?” Red asked, gently.

“I can’t believe it’s really her. What if we still never find her? Or what if she’s been changed, broken? Is she still Lily?”

“Look,” Red said sternly, putting a reassuring hand on Craig’s shoulder. “We can’t know any of that now, so worrying about it doesn’t help. What I do know is that Lily’s stubborn. She’s a fighter. She fought him all this time because she believed that we would find her. Now it’s our turn to have faith in her.”

Craig put his hand on hers and gave it a squeeze.

“Yeah. You’re right. Of course you’re right. So now what do we do?”

“The stream is heavily moderated. You’re her-” Red stuttered before continuing. “You were the closest one to her. If anyone can reach her, it’s you.”

“So, some reference or joke that only she would get? Um, what about that costume show? Ask ‘Have you ever played FF7?’”

After a delay, the message popped up in the sparse feed. Red unmuted the audio to hear her say. “The one with Cloud and Tifa? Nuh-uh. I’m just a stupid bi-” before muting it again. But for a moment, it looked like the question triggered something in her. A crinkling of the brow.

“Did you see that?” Craig asked.

“I saw it. Keep going.”

“Type ‘Aerith died, but her friends didn’t give up. Cloud will never stop looking for her.’”

The pair watched the screen anxiously, breaths held. The message popped up in the log, and as Lily read it, her eyes suddenly focused. Her expression didn’t change, but a tear ran down her cheek. Her natural voice rang out from the speakers.

“Yes, I think so too.”

Red let out a whoop and launched herself from her gaming chair. She bounded around the room, throwing fists in the air.

“That’s my girl! She’s still in there. Still fighting.”

“Now we try to find her,” Craig agreed, his resolve hardening.

“Nah,” Red said, punching Craig on the shoulder. “We’re definitely finding her. If the three of us can finally work together, there’s nothing we can’t do.”

“You’re right, the three of us, finally,” Craig said before remembering something. “Red, I need to thank you for helping. For telling me about Lily. Getting her back makes things a lot more… complicated.”

“Honestly,” Red said, rubbing her neck. “Part of me wanted to hide it from you. Only being able to see her like this, but no closer to finding her. I was worried you would end up broken, too. I wanted to protect you, but… I couldn’t. I lo- I trust you.”

He knows already. Saying it out loud would just hurt him.

Craig gave her a deep, longing look.

“Sacrificing someone else’s happiness for your own? Like what Hank did to Malik? That’s not who you are anymore.”

“You know me, know what I’ve been through more than anyone,” Red said. “For you to say that. It means a lot. You’ve grown a lot, too. You beat yourself up about not standing up for Lily before, but you’re stronger than that now.”

Craig nodded, his face now determined.

“You’re right. This is how I make up for my failure. By finding her. Send me that link, I’ll start working from my end.”

With that, he rushed out of the apartment. His footsteps echoed from down the hallway until the door swung shut. Red let out a held breath. Her eyes came to rest on the flowers, forgotten on the ground. The sound of the computer fan was broken up only by an occasional shuddering sob.

Someday there will be time for us.

Someday.