Red Rut Ch 1
Chapter 1 Unsettle Before The Storm
Summary: Youâre a former OF model/gore wore, turned beloved housepet by the infamous snuff streamer, Fox. He had been scoping you out for months, and now youâre all his! Itâs just a few months into your bizarre ârelationshipâ, and youâre about to learn a lot more about what makes beastkins like him tick!
Contains: Abuse, hurt/comfort, drug mention, omegaverse
NSFW
MDNI
Notes: Hey guys! Itâs that time of year when I HC Ren goes through his heat/rut cycle! As a treat, Iâve configured that part of my fic, Pleasure Pain and Power, into an XReader! Some parts have been rewritten, so even if youâve read my fic, itâs still worth the read! If you want more, check out PPP, as Iâm working on a new chapter as we speak :D
Itâs been months since you were abducted by your former top client, Ren. Youâre not sure why he targeted you, heâs said something in the past about wanting someone in a âsimilar industryâ, but youâve largely given up caring about his motives. Shockingly, even to yourself, youâve grown fond of the beastkin, despite the circumstances. You live in a large penthouse, have all your wants and needs paid for, and youâve been gaining little privileges back each day with good behavior. Besides a few slip ups here and there, youâve become a nice little lapdog for Fox, and youâre even enjoying your new position. Heâs adapted well to the partnership as well, giving you gifts and showering you with as much attention as you could ask for. Recently, though, Ren has become much more possessive over you. It started out with small gestures, like holding you tighter when he came home, or doing various tasks around the house for you. You only started to notice the change a week or so into it, when he started hurting you. He would pinch you for getting off the couch without him, sometimes he would leave scratches while cuddling. He even grabbed your arm and yanked you back down to your chair when you got up from the table without asking first. One night, you were sitting at the dinner table and discussing his day as usual. âIâve had better days, Pet. Profits are steady, but I had to meet with a new client around lunchtime. He was referred to me by another client Iâve had for some time now, but Christ I wish he didnât.â Ren has made a consistent point to talk at lengths about his time at work, but never discloses too much information. Heâs not once let a clientâs name slip, revealed the location of his work, or any finer details. The one thing he would talk about semi openly, and semi fondly, is his coworkers. Trying to lighten the mood, you decided to bring them up. âHey you havenât talked about your coworkers much, how are they? Howâs Kangaroo doing?â Kangaroo had visited you a few times while Ren was out of town. Usually just to bring you food and other care items youâd need since you werenât allowed to leave on your own. Sometimes, though, he would linger, and the two of you would talk and enjoy each otherâs company. Ren put down his fork and stared into his plate. âI can talk about whatever I want, why the Hell do you want to know about him?" You looked up at him, confused at his sudden pissy tone. âIâm just curious, Ren, you usually talk about them a lot.â âNo, why do you want to know about Kangaroo so bad, huh? Did you two do shit while I was away?â His voice rose, causing you to back into your chair. âWhat? No, you know neither of us would do that.â âRight, and now youâre fucking lying to me. Thatâs it, give me your phone.â He got out of his seat and stood over you, extending his hand. âRen, whatâs gotten into you? Youâre usually not like this, and besides, my phoneâs in the other room.â He grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet. His claws sank into your wrist and you yelped in pain. âDonât fucking lie to me, Pet, I saw how you smiled at him the last time we went out.â He dragged you to the bedroom, and you yelled at him to stop. âWhat did you two do, huh? Did you fuck on my bed? Did you initiate it? Did he make you scream his fucking name?â He threw you to the floor and dug his foot into your back, forcing you down. You cried out in pain, begging him to stop, and he grabbed your phone off the bedside table. It had been a while since he checked your phone, even though it was mirrored onto his. He went to your messages, and immediately went to Kangarooâs contact. He swiped through, but all he saw was a short back and forth about a show, dating back weeks ago. Still, he threw your phone on the ground in anger. âRen, please, I didnât do anything! Why are you doing this?â He looked up at the mirrored ceiling above the bed and saw himself. He was skinny, and his tail was less puffy than usual. He had noticed more hair coming off in the shower, much more than usual. He sighed, and lifted his foot off of you.
You crawled up and backed onto the edge of the bed, holding your bleeding arm. âRen, for the love of God, what is wrong? Youâve been fucking crazy lately, whatâs wrong with you?â He looked down at you, ears pinned pack and eyes staring daggers into you. âNothing is fucking wrong with me!â He yelled back, and walked out of the room. You followed, only to see him lock himself in his office again. Lately, heâs been going in there whenever he gets heated, whether that be sexually, or due to anger. âRen, open up!" You yelled and slammed your fist on the door. âI donât give a shit about what youâre doing, or whatever business trip youâre planning." Your blood smeared on the wall and dripped down to the floor. You knocked for a while, but got no response from Ren. Eventually, you got tired of yelling, and resided back in the bedroom. After cleaning your arm, which was now starting to scab, you angrily marched to the bed and tucked yourself in. What the Hellâs gotten into him? Work has been stressful before, but itâs never been this bad for him. Heâs always a little weird and possessive, but this is just excessive. Maybe heâll be in a better mood tomorrowâŠ
You woke to Renâs alarm going off, and not to him cuddling you. You rolled over and were met with his back facing you. Not remembering the night before quite yet, you lazily threw your arm around his waist and nuzzled your face in his back. When you got no response, you shook him a bit. Still no response. âRen, your alarm is going off, shut it off.â Still no response. You sat up, turned off the alarm, and looked down at him. His eyes were still shut and he was drooling onto his pillow. âRen, are you dead? Wake up." You shook him harder and he finally started to rouse. Now remembering the night before, you didnât feel bad about shaking him so hard. âDid you stay up all night? What were you doing so late?â Ren rolled over, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and barely looked up at you. ââŠhm?" You looked down at him, now with pity instead of irritation, and brushed his hair back. You hate to admit it, but he looked so adorably pathetic when he was half asleep. âHm, poor Ren. Come on sweetie, you need to get up.â With a soft groan, he rolled back over. Was he hit with a tranquilizer dart or something? You took it upon yourself to brew the morning coffee and start on breakfast. Renâs coffee almost had more creamer and syrup in it than actual coffee, but itâs the only way heâd drink it. You set fresh fruit, coffee, and bowls of oatmeal out on the dining room table before returning to their bedroom. Ren, of course, was still knocked out cold in the bed. You ripped the blanket off of him and pushed him on his back. You grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him awake, and his eyes shot open. âWhat, what?! Whatâs wrong?â âRen, wake up, you slept through your alarm.â He sat up and asked what time it was while rubbing his face. âItâs not too bad, itâs 7:30 and breakfast is on the tableâŠwhatâs that?" You focused on a pill bottle you hadnât noticed before on Renâs nightstand and pointed at it. âWhat, that? Oh, nothing, donât worry about it.â He stood up, grabbed the pill bottle, and made his way to the bathroom, mumbling something about getting dressed under his breath. You sat on the bed with your arms folded. Great, heâs being mysterious about drugs now too. Who said relationships get boring? Iâm always finding out new shit about him.Â
Ren entered the dining room shortly after you and sat down. He was still in his pajamas, but had washed his face and was much more awake than before. âThank you for breakfast, Pet. Iâm so sorry, my medication makes it hard for me to wake up in the morning." You bit your lip and looked at him. âIs that what was in that pill bottle?â âYeah, it is, I wonât be on it long thoughâŠshit, Iâm sorry about last night, Pet.â He noticed the bandage on your arm and focused on it. âI know I havenât been myself latelyâŠletâs go out to dinner tonight, alright? Let me make it up to you.â He seemed genuinely remorseful, but you were still annoyed with him. âSure, letâs go out tonight. I take it Kangaroo wonât be driving us.â Ren took a deep breath and a long sip of his coffee. âDelicious coffee, darling, letâs get your arm bandaged again after breakfast.â Deflecting again, at least he isnât furious this time. Sure enough, he tended to your wound before getting changed himself. You sat on the edge of the bed and he kissed your arm as he wrapped it. âYouâll heal just fine, darling. Spend today relaxing and picking out what youâll wear tonight.â He kissed your temple and went to get dressed. While he was in the bathroom, you made the dangerous choice of snooping through his bedside table. Thereâs no way a medication is making him act like this, whatâs in that bottle? You opened the drawer and held up the medicine bottle. It dawned on you that you never asked for his last name, you only ever knew him as Fox or Ren. HmâŠHana, doesnât that mean lily or something? You flipped it over and found the name of the medication, but didnât recognize it. Inside it were blue and white pills you also didnât recognize. Ren walked out of the bathroom and you quickly put the bottle back in his nightstand and laid back on the bed. He didnât notice, and kissed you again. âIâm leaving, darling, is there anything else you need?" You smiled at him and shook your head. âNope, Iâll be fine till you get back, Iâm excited for our date night.â He smiled and bit his lip. âI am too, Pet, Iâll try to rush home.â He left, and took his pills with him, leaving a very irritated and confused Pet behind.
Ren got home early, and you had some time to calm down. Even though your arm still stung, your new concern for Ren overpowered your irritation for him. You already had your makeup and hair done, and was waiting for him to come home before getting dressed. âHi Ren! Iâm almost ready, when did you want to lea-â he cut you off with a tight hug from behind. âHmmm I missed you, Pet, I missed you sooo much.â He buried his face in your back and his claws threatened to scratch your waist. âYou smell so good, good enough to eat~â âI missed you too, sweetie, when do you want to leave for our date?â He hugged you tighter and backed you to the bed, pushing you down. âHmmm, how about we forget the date, and instead we stay here and-â He looked at your bandage and noticed the confusion on your face. â-andâŠuh, yeah, letâsâŠletâs leave soon, just give me a minute.â He rushed out of the bedroom while patting his pockets, assumingly looking for his pills again. Greeeat, Iâll be lucky to just see him by dinner time. You didnât want to let on too much, but this time his dashing off actually hurt. Even though you were sort of used to his new flakiness, you foolishly thought this time would be different. He promised youâd go out, and you were looking forward to it. You tried not to let your tears fall, since you had spent so much time and effort on getting ready. Your phone buzzed, and you looked over at it. It was a text from Ren. âWeâll go soon, I need to take care of something. Shouldnât take longer than half an hour, Iâm sorry.â A faint smile grew on your face, and you dabbed at your tears with the tie on your robe. Forty five minutes passed and you got upset again, but tried keeping your cool. You gently knocked on Renâs door and waited on a response. âRen, sweetie? Do you want to go soon? Iâm all ready, I just need to put on my shoes.â âYes Pet! Iâll be ready in five minutes!â His breath was shallow, almost as though he had been exercising the whole time. âO-okay! Take your timeâŠâ Sure enough, a few more minutes passed and he finally came out of his office. âOne more minute, darling, I need to get changed before we go.â As he passed, you caught his scent and a glimpse into his office. Maybe Iâm right, it sure smells like heâs been working out, and I think thatâs exercise equipment in there. You followed him into the bedroom and put on your shoes. You were wearing a strappy, skin tight, dark red dress with a slit going up each leg. You decided to go with your taller open toed heels, knowing they were one of Renâs favorites. After you slid them on, you walked to the mirror and looked at yourself. Ren appeared behind you, wearing a dark blue suit. He took a deep breath as he looked at you and placed a hand on your waist. He brought you down to turn the apartmentâs perimeters off your collar, and whispered in your ear. âRavishing, Darling, letâs go.â
They took the elevator down and met a face not yet familiar to you. âHow are we feeling tonight, Fox? Foxâs Pet?â Fox rushed towards him and waved. âOh just fine, Rhino, Iâm fine. Pet, this is Rhino." You looked up at him, he was even bigger than Kangaroo, and made Fox look incredibly small. âH-hi! Itâs so nice to finally meet you!" You extended your hand to shake his, but he just nodded in return. He opened the door and you climbed in, but Rhino shut it before Fox could follow. You looked up and saw them talking, almost as though they were settling an agreement together. Rhino opened the door again, and Fox climbed. âWhat was that? Is everything alright?â He kissed your cheek and took your hand. âEverythingâs fine, Pet, umâŠHeâs actually going to join us tonight. Heâll have his own table, though, so weâll still have our time to ourselves.â He grinned, and you raised an eyebrow at him. âHeâs our driver and our bodyguard tonight, Pet. Thatâs why I brought Rhino instead of Kangaroo.â âDo we need a bodyguard? Are we going somewhere dangerous?â His smile fell and he pinched your hip, making you squeak. âOne more question and Iâm turning us around.â
The three arrived at the restaurant, another fancy one you hadnât been to. Other women, dressed much more conservatively than you, snickered as they walked by, but looked up in awe as Rhino followed. You looked down, embarrassed by the idea of having a chaperone on your date with Ren. You overheard one of the women whisper something under you breath. ââŠcanât believe that animalâs out of its cageâŠâ Are they talking about me, Ren, or Rhino? Luckily, Ren seemed to have calmed down enough to either not notice, or not care about the people staring at them. They approached the hostess stand, and Ren flashed a big smile at her. âHello, my dear, we have two reservations. One for two, and one for just one.â She looked at him worriedly, but nodded and led them to their tables. Sure enough, Rhino sat a few tables away, but they could still see him clearly. âWell I am absolutely starving, what are you in the mood for, Darling?â He asked, opening the menu and snapping you out of your thoughts. âOh, um, Iâm not sure yet. Let me seeâŠ" You opened your menu as well, which mostly featured steak and other high end meats. You decided on a shrimp cocktail as an appetizer, and a Moscow mule for your drink. Ren went ahead and ordered his entree, an extra raw steak with three sides. âYouâre really hungry, honey, what did you have for lunch?â âI had leftovers from last night. Iâm just really starved today, not sure why." Your shrimp arrived, and you playfully fed one to Ren, trying to rekindle whatever romance you could from the night. To your surprise, he ate the whole thing in one bite, including the tail. When your entrees arrived, you simply sat back and watched Ren scarf down his food while nibbling on your salmon. âRen, for the love of God, calm down. No oneâs going to take your food from you, and people are already staring at us.â He looked up, midway through shoving more of his barely cooked steak into his mouth. He swallowed, and whipped his mouth with his napkin. âSorry Pet, Iâm just so hungry.â He calmed down and you looked back at Rhino. You followed his gaze, and landed on a table of people snickering and pointing at Ren. After dinner, Rhino drove the couple back to the apartment. Ren looked like he was on the verge of passing out, and even ârested his eyesâ on the ride back. You were also exhausted, but more so due to the nagging embarrassment you felt the whole night. From Ren acting out, to the stress of being watched all night, you were ready for it to end. All you wanted to do was go to bed, but Ren insisted on taking a bath together first. He drew the water while you took off your makeup. He looked at you, and then at himself in the mirror. âShit!â He leaned into his reflection and touched his face. âI forgot my concealer! Fuck, thatâs why so many people were looking at us tonight.â He had hidden his tail and ears well throughout the night, you hadnât noticed his marked cheeks. Still, you kissed them, and led him to the bath. You stripped, expecting some comments or light groping, but were met with nothing. You didnât know whether to question it or be relieved. While this was very unlike him, you were still turned off of him from dinner. Ren got into the bath, and you shortly followed. You laid back on his chest and held each other in silence for a while.Â
While keeping your focus on the ceiling, you broke the silence. âRen, I need to ask, what the Hell are in those pills youâre taking? You havenât been yourself lately, and I miss how you were.â He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. âDarling, how much do you know about Beastkins?" You raked your brain, trying to remember any bits or pieces of knowledge you could. âI know a decent amount, I guess. Iâve done research here and there, and I used to have a friend who was a wolf beastkin back in the day. Why do you ask?" You looked up at him, and he avoided your gaze. God this is never fun to talk about. Come on man, spit it out, she needs to know what sheâs in for. âHow much do you know about umâŠheat and rut cycles?" You narrowed your brows at him, but then your eyes got wide. âOh I umâŠoh-OH!" Your jaw fell and cupped your hands around your mouth. âOh Ren, is this what this is? Oh my God, that explains so much!â His ears pinned back, his cheeks blushed, and he still wouldnât look at you. âYeah, and this is why I donât like talking about it, you people always get so weird about it.â Having this talk with past captives has always been a mixed bag. Heâd been met with misinformed excitement, confusion, and repulsion. Most of the time, though, heâs been met with fear. âN-no, Ren, I just didnât know thatâs what was wrong. God, I thought you had a drug addiction or cancer or something.â He finally looked at you, now it was his turn to be confused. âA drug addiction? Cancer? What the Hell would make you thinkâŠâ Ren stopped and thought for a second. âOooh, no, my medication? Those are my rut suppressants." You let out a sigh of relief and put a hand over your heart. âThey donât work too well in my actual rut, but they help with the lead up to it." You rested your head back on Renâs chest, and he put his arm around you. âHow long does your rut usually last?â He sighed, preparing himself for your questions. âUsually a week, but Iâve had lead ups last almost a month. Of course that was when I was younger, though. With my suppressants at my age, I can operate just fine and go to work, but I take off the week of my actual rut. Then thereâs my peak, which lasts a day or two right in the middle of it." You brushed his chest fur, a tuft coming off in your hand. âSo thatâs why youâve been so upset lately, and why youâve been spending so much time in your office.â He nodded along, finally validating Your suspicions. âDonât worry though, Pet, weâre about to spend a looot of time together." You sank a little into the water, now realizing your role in this. If heâs acting this possessive now, I donât know if I can handle him at his peak. Sure you were bigger than Ren in almost every way, but he still had sharp teeth and claws. Not to mention, he could put you in a collar whenever he wanted. âWell, um, what are you like at your peak?â Ren chuckled softly at your sudden meekness. âAll the instincts of an animal with the intelligence of a human. Soooo an apex predator, basically.â Cocky bastard. You sat up again and looked back at him, not amused by his ego suddenly jumping out. âI'm kidding, PetâŠWell, not really, thatâs kind of accurate. I donât think youâre going to hate it, though, youâre tough." You raised an eyebrow, even less amused with his snarky comment about you. âI just get really horny, is all. And I nest, and I knot real bad, and I get kind ofâŠaggressive.â âOkay, define aggressive.â âItâs not too bad, I just might not let you leave the nest is all.â Thankfully, you were already familiar with nesting, and now his insistence on leaving the bed a mess made sense. âRen? Are you lying to me.â He scoffed, acting offended, but you wouldnât bite. âYouâll be alright, Pet. I have some medical supplies ordered just in case.â âThat doesnât make me feel any better!â
Ren kept the conversation as light hearted as possible, and did a good job of keeping you just informed enough while not making you too scared. He talked about how his breeding kink goes up, but left out how he tried hiding birth control pills from a past pet. Similarly, he said he knotted worse, but didnât say how frequent and how painful it would be for both of them. You rested your head on Renâs chest and took his hand in yours. You lifted it out of the water and looked at his fingertips. âIâm cutting your nails before this.â He barked out a laugh and made you jump a bit. âLike Hell you are, Pet.â âCome on, give me a fighting chance at least, Mr. Apex Predator." You sat up and straddled him, running your fingers through his hair. His claws were long, and strong enough to be acrylics. Sometimes, even when he didnât mean to, heâd hurt or scratch you with them. He looked up at you and smiled at his new nickname, not acknowledging how demeaning it was meant to be. âI have mitts somewhere. Maybe if youâre good Iâll find them for you. Then, if you put up a good fight, you can wrestle them onto me." You rolled your eyes and smiled, bending down to kiss his cheek. He also went into detail about his medication. They repressed any and all sexual appetite up until the big week of his rut. The only reason he was acting so crazy is because he would forget to take them, or would insist he didnât need them. This is a common behavior amongst beastkin, who insist they have power over their animalistic urges. âSo you donât feel anything right now with your meds? Not evenâŠthis?" You rolled your hips on his lap, but Ren kept his stare at you. âNope. I mean, I can feel it, but it doesnât do anything for me.â âHuh, I think I can get used to that." You smiled, but Ren looked annoyed. âGet your jokes out now, Darling, you wonât be smiling so much soon.â







