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This story was inspired by two paintings I discovered while doing research for an art history class. Here are the links.

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The first was either by one of my favorite painters, Hieronymus Bosch, or by some one who found inspiration in his style. The scene in the lower left of humans being butchered by strange creatures gave me an idea for a society of anthros that regards humans as live stock, with the exception that they can resurrect their cattle over and over again.

The second painting was by also by a Dutch painter, named Jan de Baen, who worked roughly a century after Bosch. The work depicts the gory scene of two murder victims that served as inspiration for the methodology that the anthros use in gutting their livestock.

It might seem strange to derive inspiration for a furry short story from Dutch Renaissance art, but I explore ideas regardless of where they come from. Anyways, enjoy if your not bothered by what amounts to hard vore.

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Abattoir

After another week of slaving away towards a college education that in the end would amount to nothing, it was once again time to return home for the weekend. Gathering what little homework I had, I hopped into my light pickup and began the three hour drive from the barely known city where my second tier college was established to my small home town in the middle of cousin-fucking no where. Since the route was far from any major cities or trade routes, I was stuck using US highways and State roads. Not that I was in any position to complain as the nearest interstate is a toll road.

About a third of the way home, I was starting to grow impatient with the slow progress of travel. There was a back road shortcut that if taken could shave 20 to 40 minutes of my trip. While I was eager to get home sooner, the fact that it was fairly late and foggy made me apprehensive. Since the cell phone service along the route was spotty at best, if I had any mechanical troubles or an accident, I would be pretty much on my own. As I approached the turnoff for the short cut, I quickly did a risk assessment. While I did not want to get stranded in the woods, my desire to get home sooner overrode any worries. Slowing down to make the turn, I left the beaten tracks and ventured into the dark woods.

The short cut led along a winding mountain road that I had to travel slowly in order to stay between the lines. There was hardly any shoulder and beyond the barely maintained road, there was nothing but a sea of trees. The difficulty I faced on this road was offset by the fact that it led through rather than around a large group of mountains. As I neared the middle of the route, which resided in an isolated col in the center of the group, I noticed an occasional flash of lightening near the edges of the horizon. At first I though nothing of this, since bolts from the blue were common here. That changed when the strikes started to hit with no difference between the light and sound. Still I pressed on eager to get home.

I was startled out of my determination by a lightening strike that hit within a hundred feet of me. Not only did this leave me shaken, but I also noticed that the electrical power of my truck was fading. A few seconds later, there was another strike. This time, the lights of my truck went out and the engine sputtered to a stop. The automatic transmission seized up and brought me to a skidding stop. After struggling to start the engine for nearly a minute, I gave up and got out to survey the damage. I tried to switch on a flash light that I kept for emergencies, but it was dead as well. Even after swapping spare batteries that were well with in their shelf life, the flash light still would not work.

Thankfully there was a full moon out, so I had enough light to work with. To my surprise, my truck had no damage other then the random dents it had accumulated over the seven years that I had owned it. Moving to the engine bay I saw no superficial damage. However, when I checked the fuse box, I was surprised to find that all of the fuses were blown. I also noticed that there was smoke coming from the computer that controlled the fuel injectors. Even if I had enough spare fuses that had not been similarly effected, there was no way this truck would run without serious maintenance.

White worrying that my laptop and mp3 player had suffered similar fates, I was drawn to a strange sight. Off in the distance, I noticed what looked black pearl with a light blue glow around the edges. Not thinking of my own safety, I walked towards the object in question that was roughly 120 feet away from me. As I neared the strange object, I noticed that it was roughly 25 feet in diameter. In addition to floating about 5 feet above the ground, the anomaly gave of a faint electrical tingle that was easily discernible to anyone in its vicinity. If I had long hair I'm sure that it would have been standing on end. The object was resting in a small forest clearing that was about 60 feet wide in each direction.

Stopping about 15 feet from the edge of the object, I suddenly felt an invisible force pulling me in. Now wanting to get away and wait for some passing motorist to flag down, I slowly tried to back away from the unnatural occurrence. Almost in response, the force that was pulling me in intensified its grip. The more I fought it, the harder it pulled. Grabbing onto an exposed root, I held on for dear life in the face of an increasing pull. As hard as I fought, it was a losing battle. Having held on for what seemed like an eternity, my grip eventually failed and I went flying towards the anomaly. My world faded to black as I came into contact with it.

As I returned to consciousness an unknown amount of time later, I was shocked to discover that it was early morning. My initial thoughts that I had slept through the night was quickly called into question when I noticed what had taken the place of the familiar star that lighted earth. In Place of a single yellow sun, there was a slightly smaller orange star that had a red dwarf which appeared to orbit the larger star. While the morning light was slightly less bright then what was familiar, I could still see quite clearly. Looking to the opposite side of the horizon, I was shocked to notice an object slightly smaller then the earths moon that had a smaller object that also appeared to orbit it.

While I was still surrounded by a dense forest, the colors and shapes of the trees were dramatically different compared to the familiar flora of earth. In addition, I tried to retrace my steps only to find that there were no roads with in sight of where I had awoken. With no set destinations, I decided to attempt to find high ground in order to survey my surroundings. After hiking for several hours, I managed to reach a low mountain peak. From this overlook, I noticed a small town on the edge of the horizon. After committing the direction of travel to memory, I set off hoping to find some help. Thankfully the weather was very agreeable, with sunny skies and mild temperatures.

After spending another few hours hiking, I was beginning to notice the twin suns getting lower and lower in the sky. While my watch had been shorted out by the freak lightening strike, I could still tell that the days here were noticeably shorter then on earth. I searched for some time, and eventually found a well protected cave where I could bed down for the night. While gathering soft natural materials for a makeshift bed, I thought I heard footsteps off in the distance. I scanned the surroundings for any sign of a friendly sentient or a hungry predator, but I eventually dismissed the sounds as products of my imagination. With bedding prepared, I quickly settled down into a relatively relaxing sleep.

I awoke early the next morning, just as the twin suns where cresting the horizon. Despite being hungry, I decided to hold off eating until I had made contact with sentients that might be able to help me. After all, I did not want to die from consuming poisonous food. Thankfully, the cave had a nearby spring that issued forth clean water. This would offset my hunger and hopefully keep me from becoming delirious before reaching the town I had scouted from the mountain summit yesterday. As I set out in the direction that I had marked and committed to memory, I kept getting the sense that I was being followed. While I had at first payed this little mind, I would later find these inklings to be an ominous portent.

Having spent a few hours hiking, I stopped to get a drink at another fresh water source. Once I had consumed my fill, I looked up and was presented with a surprising sight. Walking about 60 feet away from me, there were two beings that had a roughly human body shape. Their faces, however, bore greater resemblance to tigers. I quickly dove for cover, partly out of surprise at their appearance, but also out of the fact that the two were carrying what looked like hunting rifles.

As I settled into a thick bush, the pair looked in my general direction. My fears that I had been spotted quickly diminished, as the two scanned the surrounding woods and engaged in a brief conversation in a language that I made no attempt to translate. Shortly after that, the pair moved on and I continued my trek towards some form of civilization. I spent another hour hiking, until I noticed that forest was becoming less dense as I traveled. I took this as a good sign that a settlement was nearby.

Upon reaching the forests edge, I noticed a small town, whose population I would estimate to around 1000. I could see some movement in the town square and made plans for how I would approach this most unusual situation. It went without saying, that the coming meet and greet would be filled with awkward moments. As I was preparing my self to make an introduction, I heard what sounded like a stick snapping behind me. I frantically turned around and looked in vain for the source.

Once I had exhausted my concern, I turned around, stood up, and started walking towards the town. Not ten-seconds after I had started, I grimaced slightly at what felt like a needle in my back. Quickly reaching around to remove the offending object, I was shocked to discover a tranquilizer dart with an empty reservoir. Now throughly panicked, I turned around and stumbled in the direction that the shot had come from. In my drug influenced mind, I had an over riding desire find out who had shot me.

With increasing languor, I tried to find the shooter. Just barely hearing the sound of a rifle bolt being cycled, I zeroed in on bush that concealed who I was looking for. As my gait grew more and more erratic, I heard what sounded like whispered commands in the distance. While I could not tell what they were saying, their tone was quite frantic. I struggled on in an attempt to discover what had happened to me, but the drugs coursing through my system where simply too strong. With one final step, I collapsed on to my side in a bed of moss like plants. As I struggled to avoid the coming sleep, one of the tigers approached me. I only got a brief glimpse of his from, as he was covered from head to toe in a chemical suit. I finally surrendered as he took my pulse and bound my hands behind my back.

An unknowable amount of time later, I felt my senses returning to me. My eyes opened to white room that was well lit and had a sterile smell in the air. Looking around, I noticed that I was on what appeared to be an exam table in the middle of the room. To the left were several machines, one of which bore superficial resemblance to a defibrillator. To the right, there were several carts that no doubt contained various medical instruments.

I tried to move and get a better survey of my surroundings, but my muscles refused to respond to my commands. Even if this was not so, I noticed several leather bands that secured my limbs in a spread eagle position. On top of all this I had a gag in my mouth that, when combined with the paralysis I was under, rendered speech quite impossible. I spent several minutes in a dazed and barely coherent confusion until a door behind me opened.

The four figures that entered looked similar to the tigers I had seen just before passing out, with the exception that they wore light blue scrubs instead of the environmental suits the previous felines had been wearing. Carefully scrutinizing their forms, I estimated my captors to be between eight and nine feet tall. While I was by no means an expert on this undiscovered species, I could roughly sense that the group was equally male and female.

The four surrounded me on all sides and set to the work that they needed to complete. I spent the next few minutes being subject to a very through physical. It started innocently enough. The tigers listened to my vitals and searched externally for any signs of illness. Things started to get weird when my captors examined my genitalia. I found it quite strange that they showed an inordinate interest in my cock and balls. Many minutes were spent with my testicles being massaged and my member being stroked until it had become partially erect.

As the four backed away from the table, I thought that the exam was complete. The next action proved how wrong I was. The machine that looked like a defibrillator was wheeled over to a position near my left foot. Now throughly worried, I resumed my attempts at escape. Seeing my distress, one of the females walked near my head and gently stroked my hair. While I could not understand the assurances that she gave me, her eyes told me to that I had nothing to fear.

I was briefly distracted from this by the two males who undid the straps that held my legs in place. Despite being unbound, the tigers held my legs so tightly that there was no change in the likelihood of escape. As my limbs were forced into a position that left my anus exposed. While this was going on, the unoccupied tiger slathered my opening with a warm liquid. The relaxation that this brought about was quickly shattered by the sensation of a hard conical object demanding to enter me. Once again, the tiger standing by my head gave gentle assurances that calmed me.

With the dildo now seated within me, the tigers holding my legs secured them to the positions that they had started in. While this was going on, I noticed two red and black wires that led from my anus to the machine near my left foot. Once again restrained, I watched as one of the tigers secured a condom like device over my member. My fears of getting shocked were confirmed when the four moved away from me and activated the machine. I braced for a sudden jolt, but instead I was treated to a gentle, tingling, warmth in my loins.

As my member reached full hardness, I could not help panting with lust and desire. I tried to buck my hips and bring about the desired release, but I was so well bound that any movement was nigh impossible. The machine toyed with me for several minutes, keeping me on edge and not allowing the satisfaction I sought. This came to an abrupt end as my neither regions were treated to a sudden jolt. It was not painful by any measure, but is was enough to give me the satisfaction I that desired. My body shook involuntarily as my seed was forced into the collection device on my member. The orgasm was pitifully short, but it was enough to sate me. In my current state, the intensity of the pleasure I had just been treated to was enough to pull me back into the sleep I had just left. The tigers around me looked on in satisfaction my eyes fell shut.

More time passed and I once again awoke in a different room. This time, however, the room had black walls and was dark with the exception of the area around me which was well lit from above. Once again, I was on a table that occupied the center of the room. However, I was not restrained this time. This relief was quickly shattered when I realized that I was completely paralyzed from the neck down. Additionally, when I tried to speak, only hoarse sounds came from my mouth. All that I was capable of was slightly moving my head and eyes to gain a better survey of the room around me.

Other then the table I was resting on the room was bare with two exceptions. Above me, there was an electric winch that had a length of heavy gauge wire hanging down from it. The wire had a lifting hook on the end and stopped about three feet above me. To my right there were carts like the ones I had noticed in the previous room, however, I could not discern what they contained. I laid there with my arms at my sides for several minutes till a door behind me opened.

The tiger stated in a deep and warm voice, "Ah your awake, now we can get started." As he entered my field of vision I was surprised at his appearance. While the tigers in the previous room had a Bengal like coat pattern, this males colors were closer to that of the rare golden tabby. Additionally, he wore a black rubber apron over dark red scrubs. After walking to my right side, the feline secured a length of rope around my legs. While doing this, he went into a detailed explanation of my new situation.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions. Don't bother trying to ask them, your vocal cords have been surgically removed while you were asleep as they are unnecessary." I was slightly startled by this, but I allowed the feline to continue. "While you are incapable or speech, I know the general questions that your kind would ask. First off, as you have probably gathered you are not on earth. However, you probably do not know that you are in an entirely different universe."

Hearing this, my eyes shot open in surprise. Chuckling slightly, the tabby stated, "That revelation tends to surprise every one of your kind who hears it. As humorous as your reactions are, I might as well explain in greater detail." After saying this, the tiger picked up two wash clothes from one of the carts to my right.

Holding the two parallel to each other, he continued, "Think of these two textiles as our respective universes. Normally they are separate from each other and transit between them is quite impossible for both of our species. However, both of our dimensions occasionally come into contact with each other." As he said this, he used his tail to push a small part of one of the clothes into each other. "When this happens, a small portal is opened between our dimensions. It was through one of these portals that you were transported to this universe."

Suddenly my situation made a lot more sense; The strange object I had encountered on the road side, the bizarre planet with twin suns and moons, and the room where I found myself now. As I finished internalizing the developments, the tiger continued, "Of course its not as simple as two sheets that represent space time colliding into each other. As it happens, your home planet and mine are located in the same relative position with in our respective dimensions and the terrain of our planets is identical. As a result, from a certain point of view you did not go anywhere."

Once again enjoying the absurdity of our situation, the tabby let out a few more quiet titters. Continuing, "For reasons we do not understand, these portals tend to form in certain locations, nearly all of which are located in remote areas. Some on your world have acquired ominous names like the Bermuda Triangle. The one that brought you here was like this, and as a result, it took over a day to find you. We can locate the areas where these portals are when they open, but by the time we can get to the site the portal has been closed for some time. Had you traveled through a portal that opened in a settled area, you probably would have been found in hours rather than days. Of course this is a moot point."

"Anyways, whenever a portal opens over land, we dispatch a capture team to see if any of your kind came through. With over seventy percent of portal openings no one comes through. However, if any one of you kind comes through, they are tracked down, sedated and taken to a facility to make sure that they are in good health. Speaking of which, the team that brought you in sends their apologies for the pain of the tranquilizer dart. While most of our acquisitions are found on land, we have had some success with portals that appear over water. There was one case about sixty-five years ago where we captured a flight of five torpedo bombers."

That explained Flight Nineteen and many of the other mysteries of the Bermuda Triangle. However, I suddenly realized how strange it was that the tabby was speaking to me in a perfectly coherent language. Sensing my new question, the tiger stated, "As to the reason You can understand me, you quite literally learned in your sleep. While you were out, we subconsciously taught you our language. While it is not necessary for you to be able to speak, it is important that you understand us. Speaking of which, I might as well put that matter off no longer."

After saying this, the tabby attached the bindings on my leg to the hook, making sure that the safety latch was engaged. Pressing a button on the wall, the winch started to retract the cable. As my torso was lifted off the table, my arms hung limply at my sides. Shortly after that, I was left hanging upside-down with my limp arms a few inches above the table. After stopping the winch, the tiger slid the table away from beneath me to the left side of the room.

Returning to my side, the tabby placed one hand on my swinging body to stabilize it. What happened next caught me completely by surprise. With all his might, the tiger delivered a firm slap to my ass cheeks. Even more surprising was the fact that this brought me no pain. I knew that I had just received a hard spanking, but in place of stinging misery, I felt a light and relaxing tingle. At this, the feline idly commented, "Good, pain center has been neutralized. You're ready."

To this enigmatic statement, I shot my captor a questioning glance. To this he answered, "I have explained how you got to this world so I might as well explain why you are here. You were brought to this world through a natural occurrence, but you have been brought to this facility for our benefit. You see, my kind keeps yours as live stock. Simply put, the time has come for you to be slaughtered." As he said this in a neutral tone, panic returned to me in full force. I struggled in fear for my life agains the paralysis that held an iron grip over me.

Sensing my panic, the tiger stated in a reassuring tone, "Relax little one, it's not as bad as you make it out to be. Your experience of being butchered will not be the horrific one that the livestock on earth know for two reasons. First, as I have just demonstrated you will not feel any pain. In its place, you shall feel a pleasant tickle that can be quite enjoyable if you let it be. Secondly, you will not die in this process. I will go over the specifics of this once we are at that point. For now I might as well look over your evaluation."

Opening a folder, the tiger read the contents for a minute or two. With an interested but detached tone, the feline commented, "Fascinating, you are a type three and yet they don't want you flayed in one piece for your virgin slaughtering; unusual but not unheard of. Either way, it makes my job easier." When I gave him a half confused and half terrified glance, the tabby spoke at great length describing how my kind was classified.

"Type one livestock are kept primarily for their meat and are an even split between male and female. Well, at least they were in their virgin state. Type twos are exclusively female and kept for their milk. Type three's, like yourself, are kept for their skin in addition to their flesh. Like type ones, they are equally male and female. Type four's are used exclusively for breeding with other type fours"

"Ones and threes are always subject to what we call virgin slaughter almost immediately. After that, they are reborn into cloned bodies that are based on their dna with a few modifications. Type twos are kept in their original state till they reach old age. At that point, they are slaughtered and reborn in modified bodies like those of the type ones and threes. The only difference being they are still capable of producing milk. While these modifications are necessary to prevent health problems in the clones, they also render them incapable of breeding."

"As a result, type fours live a full life in their original state so that they can be bred. Upon reaching old age, they are slaughtered and reborn as one of the other types depending on their genetics. That being said, our attempts at breeding you kind have been more art than science. While only the most fertile are designated as type fours, it is still very difficult to produce viable pregnancies. Out of 1000 attempts, only 17 produce viable young. This combined with the few that come here keeps your numbers relatively low. Of course that's nothing you need to worry about my future handbag."

Chuckling lightly at the last remark, the tiger wheeled over one of the carts. As he removed the sheet covering the cart, I nearly fainted at the sight of various sharp and gleaming bladed instruments. Seeing my distress, the tabby stated, "If you still expect pain, I will make a deal with you. If I cause you any pain for so much as a microsecond, I will let you give me twenty lashes with this." As he said this , my captor showed me a flogger that had sharp bone splinters embedded in the thongs. He added to this in a humorous tone, "Don't worry, these are never use on you kind. One, your pain centers are either disabled or nonexistent and two, we would not want to damage your beautiful skin."

As he was saying this, the tiger gently caressed my back and behind. Moving over to the cart with many blades, my captor perused several choices before settling on an eight inch long carving knife with a trailing point shape. As he returned to my side, the tabby stated in a conversational manner, "This blade should do nicely for the initial cuts. You will also be happy to know that I sharpened all of my blades while you were sleeping. This will make the process easier for both of us."

Once again beside me, the tiger placed his free hand just below my partially erect member. "For livestock that are kept solely for their meat, their opening begins here." As he said this, he gently ran his claw down my torso, lightly scratching my skin. He stopped near the juncture of my collar bones. "The next cut runs perpendicular to the first, just above where the lower edge of you rib cage is now." While describing this, the tabby traced the area he was talking about. "Once your chest skin has been peeled away, I carve out your abdominal muscles and clean out your lower abdominal cavity. At this point, I need to keep your diaphragm intact so that you can breathe. I'll describe the rest of the process as we get to it."

His descriptions completed for now, my captor grasped my thigh with his free hand and positioned the knife point where his claw had been earlier. I braced for the expected pain as the tabby began the cut. I was quickly surprised when no pain reached me; quite the opposite in fact. As the butcher carefully practiced his craft, I could not help chuckling slightly at the pleasant tickling sensation that ran down my torso. I was left lightly panting as the tiger finished the cut and withdrew his knife.

Looking up, I was filled with a strange mix of emotions when I saw a slender cut that ran down my torso, revealing the muscles and fat beneath. I was also surprised that the cut had almost no blood. To my incredulity, the tabby explained, "While you were out, your body was modified in other ways as well. The clotting ability of your vascular system has been greatly enhanced. As a result, you will not bleed to death unless I sever you carotid artery or jugular vein. Additionally, your digestive tract has been purged so that neither of us will have to deal with partially digested food. The first cuts have to be very precise. Too shallow and I won't be able to access your innards. Too deep and I could damage muscle and organs. Now lets continue."

The tiger again cut with the precision of a skilled surgeon, This time going perpendicular to the first cut just above where my rib cage terminated. Once again I felt a gentle tickle where there should have been agonizing pain. Once finished, the butcher peeled back my skin to reveal the fat and muscle underneath. "For this next part, I will need some assistance." After saying this, the butcher let out a whistle that was just out of human hearing range.

A few seconds later, a normal coat pattern tiger entered pushing a small cart. The two had little need to talk, since both had obviously performed this task many times. I on the other hand, looked at the scene with boundless confusion. To this, the tabby explained about his line of work.

"My tasks are very specialized and take much learning to acquire. I spent nearly a decade and a half as an apprentice before I was allowed to carve one of your kind on my own. A good portion of those years were spent learning the delicate cuts needed to flay a type three in one piece. Additionally, only those with my coat pattern can pursue this line of work. This is due to our unusually high fine muscle control and hand-eye coordination. Once the difficult work of removing the meat and organs while keeping you alive has been completed, the cuts are handed off to semi-skilled labor for processing. While I have earned the professional title of butcher, the others are simply employees."

As he was saying this, the butcher attended to my abdominal muscles with considerable care. Making sure not to damage the organs beneath, the tiger skillfully carved away the muscle and fat that made up my abdominals. After cutting them free, he handed them to the assistant who promptly left for parts unknown. Shortly after, another assistant entered with a similar cart. As this was going on, the Tabby started working on my large intestine. With great precision, the butcher severed the connecting tissue that held the five foot long mass of flesh in place. As more and more of my lower bowels were removed, the assistant held the end that had been freed so the tabby could use both of his paws.

Finally, after many intricate cuts, my large intestine was freed and placed on the cart. It was kind of surreal to watch my body being disassembled before my eyes, but the tickle of the butchers well maneuvered knife set me at ease. My small intestine was next on the agenda. While it took nearly twice as long to remove as the large, the end result was more orderly, since the great length was held in a folded bundle by connective tissue. I was also greatly relieved that no bodily fluid had dripped down toward my inverted head. Compared to a video of cattle being slaughtered that I had watched in High School biology, this was a much cleaner process. Where ever a blood vessel was severed, it leaked a few drops and then quickly scabbed over.

As another assistant entered to replace the one who was now transporting my intestines, the tabby went to work on my kidneys and bladder. Compared to the intestines and muscles, this was light work that the butcher finished in no time at all. Shortly after that, he removed my pancreas leaving my abdominal cavity quite bare with the exception of a few organs that were in hard to reach places. Stepping back to admire his work, the butcher said in a conversational tone, "I'll remove the remaining organs and muscle once you limbs have been take care of. However, the matter of your genitalia remains."

Taking a break from cutting, I was considerably surprised as the tiger to my semi-hard member into his mouth. Even more surprising was the fact that he removed his apron and undid what clothes he wore to expose his barbed member. I a slightly sultry tone, the butcher stated, "Feel free to suck on it if you like." Curious as to what it tasted like, I took the tigers hardening cock into my mouth and gave an experimental suck. The delicious pre that issued forth served to spur me on as my own member was mercilessly pleasured. I sought to bring the tiger to climax as a means of thanking him for the pleasant experience he was giving me, but there was no way I could keep up.

My suckling was interrupted as I was hit with an intense orgasm the fed shot after shot of my seed into the butchers mouth. Sensing my disappointment, the tabby stated, "Don't worry about not bringing me to climax. My boss would not be too happy if processors found my seed in your digestive tract. Anyways, your genitalia can now be removed." Quickly put on his clothes, the tiger retrieved a length of leather cord that was tied into a locking loop. My stones were passed through this and it was tightened behind them. In a strange way, the lack of pain no longer surprised me. Of course, being gelded is a minor operation compared to what I had just been through.

Satisfied with his work, the butcher quickly cut through the compressed area that held my scrotum and testes in place. The finished product was a neat little package of my testicles wrapped in scrotal skin and tied my a leather string. My cock was slightly more difficult to remove, but it was still no match for the butchers skilled paws. With my genitals excised, the pelvic cavity was given the same treatment that my abdominal cavity had received. In not time at all, my lower torso looked more like a hanging side of beef then a living being.

In a mirthful tone, the tabby stated, "and now my tasty looking eunuch, we can work on your limbs." As he said this, another assistant walked in with a cart that had a portable, electrically powered bandsaw on it. While this caused my earlier unease to return, the butchers reassuring glance quickly suppressed these feelings. As the assistant held my limp right arm straight out, the tabby gave the saw a test. To my surprise, it was very quiet. In fact, were it not for the moving teeth of the blade, one might think it was still off.

Once satisfied with his equipment, the butcher walked over to my right side and used his free hand to feel my shoulder joint. The motions bore the mark of practice and he appeared to be engaging in a time honored tradition. Having found what he was looking for, the tabby marked the starting point and started the saw. I braced for an expected pain as the teeth bit into my skin. Instead, I was treated to a pleasure even more intense then the carving knife. The cut only took a few seconds, and while my limbs had felt numb before, I was now treated to the even stranger sensation of having no arm to feel. The process was quickly replicated on my left arm, rendering me completely defenseless even if I had not been paralyzed.

While staring at the scabbed over stumps where my arms had been, I was surprised to find the butcher starting to skin my torso. As an answer to my confusion, the tabby stated, "While the requirements for you virgin slaughter do not require your skin to be removed in one piece, I still need to expose the muscles of your torso before moving to your legs. Since there is not as much material and it has irregular cuts, it will most likely got to applications where size and pelt quality are of little importance. For future slaughters you will be skinned in one piece."

While the task of flaying my torso was an intricate one, the butcher left my chest and abdomen as a living cadaver with only my head and legs still having any skin on them. The table was returned to its original position once I had been partially flayed. This time, however, the table had a five inch deep tray that was slightly longer then my torso and head. The tray was partially filled with a dark green liquid that smelled like garlic. While taking in the new scent, I was again surprised to find myself being lowered towards the tray, stopping with about five inches between the liquid and the top of my head.

Once I had stopped moving, two assistants entered and firmly grasped my legs. While this was going on, the tabby unhooked and removed my previous binding. This state was quickly ended when the butcher attached my ankles to cuffs on a wide spreader bar that nearly stretched my leg muscles too far. As the assistants shifted their holds to my torso, the tabby maneuvered the portable band saw to the juncture between my right leg and crotch. Switched the saw on again, he started the necessary cut. Just like my arms, I was again treated to intense pleasure that overrode any fears that were left. As the cut was completed and my right leg freed from its joint, I was allowed to hang in a lopsided manner as the butcher positioned for my left leg. Once the cut was complete, I was reduced to a suitcase sized torso that could offer no resistance to the assistants.

Having been completely de-limbed, I was placed face up in the tray. As the assistants transported my legs to be processed, the butcher looked over my defenseless body before retrieving a sonic bone saw. The tabby then went to work removing the remaining meat and organs from my pelvic and lower abdominal cavity. Since there were very few intricate cut to be made, progress was quick on this task. Once this was done, he set about separating the bones of my pelvis and lower spine from the connective tissue that held them in place. The end result was an intact head that was connected to my thoracic cavity, which looked more like a slab of pork then a living body.

While waiting there, I heard something being wheeled in. It was a machine that looked similar to a ventilator that was used in hospitals. The tabby proceeded to explain why such a device was necessary. "In order to facilitate your breathing, your thoracic cavity is air tight. This allows air to be drawn into your lungs through differential pressure. Once this is no longer the case, your lungs will collapse and render breathing impossible. To counter act this, we use a positive pressure ventilator to cycle air through your lungs. This will allow me to remove on the organs, muscle, and bones that remain in your torso. I will stop once you heart, lungs, and the connections needed to sustain them are all thats left. The fluid you rest in is a nutrient rich mix that will sustain your organs through direct absorption till they are removed."

Another description completed, the tabby inserted the ventilator tube into my throat. The discomfort I expected from a foreign object entering my trachea was minimal to non existent. As the ventilator was switched on, I was treated to the odd sensation of a machine doing my breathing for me. I tried to counter the rhythm that the ventilator set, but it easily overpowered my feeble efforts. Satisfied with his work, the butcher stated, "Now that thats done, I can open your thoracic cavity." As the diaphragm that powered my lungs was cut away, what little control I had over breathing was instantly lost.

With my thoracic cavity now open, the tabby went to work on my ribs. A series of cuts were made on the left and right sides of my torso to separate the front of my rib cage from the back. The cuts had to be precise, since there were still functioning organs beneath the bones. This was a time consuming process, but the butcher was devoted to his craft. With the bones now separated, the tiger went to work on the connective tissue that held the front half of my rib cage in place. When this was complete the front of my ribs was removed, revealing the unprotected organs beneath.

The butcher began the cleaning of my chest cavity with the liver. As he cut it away, the butcher stated in a conversational manner, "While not the most popular food item harvested from your kind, there are a few who genuinely enjoy human liver." The spleen followed shortly there after and was relatively easy because of its exposed location. The Stomach was a greater challenge due to the heart and lungs being in its vicinity. Of course he had done this many times, so the tabby was more then able to complete this task.

Now only the heart, lungs, and the connections needed to sustain them, remained in my half open chest cavity. Describing the situation, the tiger stated, "This is easily the most delicate part of dressing a live human. The back of the ribs have to be disconnected from the spine and the remaining organs. Additionally, all of this has to happen without disrupting the remaining organs. However, you're in good hands so just relax."

As the butcher set to work on the back of my ribs, I quickly found out that he was not speaking in jest of the complexity of the task. With considerable attention to detail, the Tabby cut away the connections that held my remaining organs in place. After much intricate knife work, my right lung was maneuvered so that one side of my remaining ribs was exposed. As the ubiquitous assistant held my lung in place, the butcher carefully cut away my right ribs. Once this was done, the process was repeated with my left ribs.

Though this was my first time being slaughtered alive, I could sense that the process was nearing its end. I knew that my body would soon be completely divided and while I was quite apprehensive about what ever would come, the earlier promises of my captor slightly eased my misgivings. Sensing this, the Tabby went into great detail about the manner in which I would be reborn to be slaughtered again.

"We are now at the last step of the butchering process that you will experience in your original body." As he said this, a machine was wheeled in that had a helmet like attachment that was sized for a human head. While the assistant carefully placed my head in the helmet, the Butcher stated, "In order for you to be reborn, what you species calls the soul must be extracted and stored in a safe location." At this, he pulled out a two inch diameter marble that looked strangely like the anomaly that had brought me to this strange planet.

Continuing, the butcher stated, "Your soul will be extracted using the machine that is around your head. Until your new body reached the appropriate maturity, your soul will be stored within this orb. Once your cloned body is ready your soul will be transferred and the cycle will begin again." As my future was revealed to me, the assistant switched on the machine and the Tabby got ready for what ever needed to be done.

Giving what I sensed to be the final description I would receive from him. The Butcher stated, "Due to the way that the machine you are hooked up to works, your soul can only be extracted when the brain is operating below a certain blood oxygen level. Since this level is almost never reached in health individuals of your kind, it is necessary for me to sever your carotid artery near the top of your spinal column." I could not help getting worried about such a situation since in an ordinary situation the only out come would be death by what amounted to asphyxiation.

Sensing what little reservation I had left, the Tabby stated, "Don't worry, this will be done in a painless manner. With your artery severed, you heart will slowly drain the blood from your central nervous system through your lungs. Additionally, the ventilator will slowly increase the percentage of nitrogen you're breathing from seventy percent to on hundred percent. This will prevent the painful reaction that comes from high levels of carbon dioxide being present in your blood stream. A small valve will be attached near the cut so that you bleed out rather then recycle used blood."

Now that the describing was completed, the Butcher moved in and severed the desired artery. Immediately after that, he placed a small circular device where the cut had been made. Almost immediately, I felt the effects of oxygen deprivation. The mere act of watching what was going on around me, was gradually becoming more and more difficult. Additionally, I could sense that the ventilator was giving me less and less oxygen. My last sensation was vision fading to black and a strange pull that was acting on something intangible rather then what remained of my body.

The next sensations that greeted me were incredibly bizarre. I could tell that I had no body to receive sensations through, yet I could tell that I still existed in some form. I was still in the room that the butchering had happened in, but there was a semi-transparent grey haze that separated me from it. I tried to reach out and touch the boundaries of my container only to realize I had no body to reach with. As my disembodied soul floated within the orb, I noticed the butcher walking over to me. He spoke a few words that I could not hear through the haze around me, then pressed a button on the machine that had placed my within this orb. Once again, I felt a lassitude settle over me that forced me into what passed for sleep within this strange little universe.

I spent an unknown length of time floating in black nothingness before more familiar sensations returned to me. I could tell that I was surrounded by a light blue liquid of some kind. Within the tank that contained me, I felt that I was resting on a surface that was covered in fine holes. There were cuffs located around my wrists and ankles that prevented any movement. Unable to sense any further, I opened my eyes to strange sights. Above me, there was a rectangular frame with electric winches at the four corners. These had cables that led down to the surface that I rested on. The tank was roughly six feet deep with a walkway around the top.

While observing this, I suddenly realized that despite being immersed in some kind of liquid, I had no respirator over my mouth and my lungs felt inundated with liquid. I briefly panicked before realizing that I was having no trouble getting what I needed even though it took more effort then breathing air. I tired to get a better look of the body I now inhabited, but the restraints and the turbidity of the liquid prevented this. Additionally, there were two hoses that were connected directly to me. The first had been threaded down my throat and ended in my stomach; probably to feed me nutrients. The second led to my groin and most likely served to remove waste.

While thinking about this, I felt the surface beneath me starting to move. At a slow and smooth pace, the platform was being lifted towards the top of the tank. Half way to the surface, the tubes in my throat and groin released their seals and retracted. Little did I know, I would later be thankful for this. In the mean time, I simply waited to clear the shimmering surface that was now a foot above me.

As my new body was treated to the sensation of being surrounded by fresh air for the first time, the fact that my lungs were no longer cycling breathing liquid became painfully obvious. Once again I briefly panicked before turning my head to one side and upchucking the liquid that remained in my lungs. It was not the most pleasant sensation, but thankfully it passed quickly. Shortly after this, the restraints released and I rolled onto my side, curling up into a ball. I shivered intensely as my lungs adapted to the new environment.

While engrossed in this pathetic state, I was shocked out of my attempts at recovery by a soft paw running along my back. I was briefly seized with renewed fear until I saw where the hand had come from. The eyes that looked back at me belonged to a male white tiger who bore only a kind expression towards me. In a gentle tone of voice, the white tiger said, "Relax little one, your have nothing to be afraid of. After making sure you have acclimated to your new body, you will be moved to your new dwelling."

After cradling me in a soft blanket, the tiger carried me to what looked like an exam room. As I was placed on a table in the middle of the room, I was shocked out of my brief complacency by the appearance of my new groin. While the rest of my body still looked reasonable human, my crotch was smooth and had a strangely feminine slit. Sensing my concern, the tiger gave a through explanation of my new flesh.

"Relax, that modification was necessary to prevent health problems in your new body. Primary sexual characteristics are among the most complex parts of living beings from a genetic stand point. If they were kept in your grown body, the complexity would cause a devastating progressive collapse of your internal organs that would result in a painful death within two weeks."

"Several other modifications were needed as well. From now on, you will be fed a liquid diet that renders your large intestine unnecessary. Your new body also lacks teeth since you have no need for them. As such your anus is simply a naturally lubricated hole, like the slit where your member was, one that is disconnected from your digestive tract. The small amount of liquid waste that your body generates passes through the slit on your crotch. A few other modification were made to increase the efficiency of your organs and systems, but these are all but unnoticeable."

While giving this explanation, the tiger gently subjected me to a through physical. I was still somewhat nervous over what had happened but the vets gentle smile and caring touch assuaged my unease. Some of his acts tickled me in an unintended ways that caused me to tremble slightly. The tiger was equally amused by this and occasionally would intentionally tickle me.

The examination became even more sensual when the vet had only my crotch to examine. Slipping on a pair of rubber gloves, the tiger gently ran his fingers over my slit. I could not help but shudder at this, and despise lacking the ability to speak, I could still utter animalistic moans and grunts. Getting even more sexual, the vet gently stroked my slit until I was wet with desire. Knowing that I was now receptive, the tiger's invading digit set about exploring my new orifice. Once he had found every thing he was looking for, he set about the much more personal task of pleasuring me. With hands as skilled as his, it was not long before I was left trembling with pleasure.

When my wits returned to me, I watched as the vet turned my onto my belly. To my concerned glance, the white tiger stated, "All I have left to do is check your other posterior opening Once thats done I can take you to your new home." After saying this, the vet gently felt around my anal ring in a very tender and caring manner. I could not help panting with lust as my desires for release once again quickly increased. Once my anal opening was naturally lubricated he pushed in, making sure not to spook me.

Like my forward slit, my anal passage was lined with many nerves that shook my fresh body with pleasure. Once again I was treated to a careful exam before the pleasuring began. This time, however, I was brought within an inch of climax before the vet eased of to keep my on edge. After doing this for what seemed like an eternity, the tiger finally allowed me to orgasm. Once again I dwelt in a pleasant bliss before returning to the conscious world.

As I awoke once again, the vet helped me to my feet. Like all the others, he was a good two feet taller then me. While this would have normally brought out uncontrollable fear, the white tiger's gentle expression put me at ease. Once my safety had been established, the vet retrieved a collar that was roughly an inch and a quarter in width. The soft webbing was dark green in color and had a small black structure attached to it that was roughly the size of a small match box. On the front there was a D ring that served as an attachment point for a lead.

As he fixed the collar around my neck, and using a plier like device to secure it, the vet went into great detail over the nature of this oddly comfortable implement of control. "Besides serving as a way to lead you along, that collar serves other purposes. It contains a locator beacon in the event that you become lost or get abducted. Additionally, it keeps tabs on your heart rate and can alert us if you are having any cardiac abnormalities. All of this is powered directly firm your body heat. As for the color, that serves to differentiate what type of livestock you are. Red is used for type ones, white for type twos, green for type threes like yourself, and blue for type fours. Now, lets get you to your stall."

His description complete, the tiger retrieved a six foot long lead with a latch on the end. Affixing it to my collar and giving a slight tug, the vet led me out of the room. I followed closely leaving plenty of slack. We walked through several hallways until arriving at an exterior doorway. As the door was opened, I followed the vet into the midday sun. As we walked along, my handler stated, "This is your new home, Farm 6, Barn 11, and stall 27." While walking, I took in the sights around me. Farm 6 consisted of roughly 12 barns arranged in four columns and three rows. In the corner that we had come from, there was a large building that my vet said was dedicated to veterinary care, slaughtering, and rebirth of all the live stock who were housed here.

We walked passed several rows of barns, each of which was roughly the size of a fairly large variant of the structure that it was named after from earth. That being said, the materials that these structures were built out of were more futuristic in nature. A run of the mill barn on earth would be made of wood siding and frame. These structures, however, seemed to be grown from the ground that they rested on. The material had a color not unlike that or polished red granite. Each barn was in the corner of a one acre lot that was furnished with ankle high grass. Around each individual structure there were fence posts that supported ten feet tall semi-transparent walls. Behind the walls, I could see what looked like humans, lots of them.

Seeing my interest, the vet stated, "The system we have set up is divided into twelve farms spread evenly over the planet. Each of these farms has twelve barns that each contain 40 stalls. While this gives us a capacity of over 5700, we are nowhere near that for two reasons. First of all, we've have been keeping your kind for only 150 years. Adding to this is the fact that so few of your kind are transported to our realm and our breeding efforts have been very hit or miss. Once all of the current farms are closer to capacity there are plans to expand them with an additional row of barns. In any case, you were sent this farm and barn because it had the most vacancies."

We walked down the smooth pathways the separated each of the barns. At the furthest row, we stopped in front of a doorway that led into what I presumed to be barn 11. The vet knocked on the door and in response, the door was opened. A female tiger of standard coloration welcomed us in. I followed the pair to a large room that had what looked like a padded saw horse in the middle. Reluctantly I followed the pairs orders to mount the strange piece of furniture. As I settled into the soft and thickly padded leather surface, the pair quickly restrained my limbs before I could offer any meaningful resistance. As the orange tiger left to retrieve something, the white tiger gently stroked my back in an effort to quell my concerns.

The orange tiger returned a few minutes later carrying what looked like a small tool box. As she set it down near my left leg and opened it, the object that she removed gave me cause for alarm. The device in her right hand had the unmistakable shape of a tattoo machine, while her left hand had a small vial of black ink. As I briefly resumed my struggles, the white tiger gave a short description while gently stroking my back.

"Relax, we're just marking you. It's a redundancy in case your collar should experience any technical difficulties. Despite your preconceptions, this will not cause you any pain. The part of your new body that perceives such sensations is greatly atrophied so that instead of experiencing agonizing pain, you simply get a gentle reminder to avoid the causal situation. With the right drugs, even this can be blocked."

As he completed this explanation, the female coated the needle in ink and went to the desired canvas. Using her left hand to hold my right inner thigh in place, she turned on the machine and pressed it to my skin. Subconsciously, I expected to feel intense pain, but instead I was treated to a warm tickling sensation. The male interjected, "Type threes are always the hardest to mark. The requisite information has to be visible so the we can quickly find it, but inconspicuous so that is does not detract from your beautiful pelt."

I could not help blushing slightly at the compliment as the female finished her work. Once she had finished what felt like a string of letters and numbers, the orange tiger wiped off the effected area with a small pad. This stung slightly, but was hardly a pain worth fussing over. The restraints on my limbs were removed and the white tiger helped me to my feet. I quickly looked in to see what the female had written on my skin. In black letters, I could see "M3-2401-1." Seeing my interest, the orange tiger offered an explanation of the mark I had been given.

"In case you're wondering, the significance of that string of numbers and a letter is as follows. The first part signifies that you were male and you are classified as type three livestock. The middle number indicates that you are the two thousand four hundred and first type three that we have captured. The final number indicated how many times you have gone through the butchering process. Since you have only experienced the virgin slaughter, that number stands at one. That will change the next time you are gutted, but since that won't happen for at least three weeks, lets worry about getting you settled in first."

As the white tiger gave the lead to the orange tiger, she attached it to my collar. To my slight bewilderment, the white tiger said, "This is where we part ways for now. Don't worry though, we will meet again after your next rebirth. I'll see you in three or more weeks 2401." The white tiger returned to the slaughter house and my new handler gave my lead a sleight tug. Once again I followed close, with the six foot leash partially touching the floor. After walking a short distance, we arrived at a door which my handler opened.

Once my eyes had acclimated to the midday sun, I I gazed out upon one of the fenced in yards. Two dozen humans occupied various parts of the enclosure, with a dozen handlers ready to intervene if needed. As if on cue, all of the humans looked in my direction from their seated places in the soft grass. To my shy reaction, the female who had guided me here unclipped the lead and gently urged me to mingle with the rest.

Of the 26 livestock present, 14 bore red collars that marked them walking dinners. Nine were fitted with green collars like mine, which marked us as bearers of quality leather. The remaining three had blue collars and were undeniably male based on the intact genitalia that dangled between their legs. The others were divided into three groups of semi-equal sizes, each of which was gathered around one of the type fours. As I cautiously walked further in, the modified humans looked upon me with a gaze that one might give to an unknown but potentially friendly stranger. The intact humans were an entirely different matter. Their stares had predatory and possessive undertones.

With considerable caution, I approached the smallest of the three groups. For a brief instant, I expect them to say hello till I remembered that even the type fours had been stripped of the necessary anatomy for expressing complex verbal languages. When I was five feet away from the groups perimeter, the type four at the center stood up and walked in my direction. His gait had both an assertive and conciliatory quality to it that seemed to indicate a desire to welcome and a desire to claim in some form. On his right outer thigh, I could see his designation in big black letters, "M4-410-0."

As he left the group that surrounded him, I could not help but retreat half a step. Seeing my concern, 410 stood still and bade me to come closer. I cautiously approached until I was about half a pace away from him. To my total surprise, he pulled me into a tight embrace and rubbed his crotch against mine. I tried to pull away, but the male held firm and rubbed my back in an effort to dispel my unease. While doing this, he shamelessly rubbed his hardening member against my slit, which was now wet and similarly aroused.

Leaving me little time to ponder what would happen next, 410 gently guided me to the ground so that I was lying on my back. As he spread my legs apart, his intentions became quite obvious. Needless to say, the thought of being mated with in front of a live audience unnerved me. 410 saw this and gently stroked my neck to set me at ease. He also used his other hand to finger my slit in preparation for the coming copulation.

Now that I was as ready as I could be, 410 pressed his cock head into my slit. In a slow and methodical manner, his member parted my lower lips. As he settled balls deep into me, I struggled to hold back moans and grunts that my lust tried to force out. From the noises that he was making, I could tell that 410 was faced with a similar fight against his baser instincts. After giving me time to adapt, the male started thrusting at a slow and restrained pace.

Our mating continued for several minutes while the other livestock watched in a somewhat longing manner. I experienced what could be described as an orgasm twice, but since I had never been mated with a female slit down below, I could not describe my peak. 410 increased his pace till each of his thrusts rattled my bones. Based in the moans that were coming from both of us, I knew that the culmination of my first mating would soon be upon me.

With one final thrust, 410 buried his throbbing member in my tunnel of love and released his seed into me. In that instant, I was seized with an orgasm that made my previous peaks seam small by comparison. In the throws of ecstasy, my lover and I issued forth obscenely loud moans that the entire farm could probably hear. Once the two of us settled down, 410 gently guided me into the middle of his harem of altered humans. I was still slightly uneasy with this strange situation, but the gentle expressions and tender embraces of my fellow livestock set me at ease.

For the rest of the day our shared existence settled into a simple and regular pattern. Most of the time was spent cuddling together and enjoying the feel of each others flesh. This was only interrupted in a few ways. On occasion, someone would hear natures call and have to relieve themselves. This was done at a row of toilet like seats along one side of the fence. When it was my turn, I was somewhat self conscious over going to the bathroom with no stall. In the end, necessity and the ease of my barn-mates persuaded me. As I finished relieving myself, I noticed two buttons beside my seat. As I pressed the rear most one, a strong but not painful jet of water was directed at my anus. After I recover my composure from the pleasure of that jet, I pressed the other button. This time a jet was directed at my slit, an action that forced a small moan from me.

Another diversion from the quiet norm was the need to eat. From observation, I gauged that this was done using a series of containers on the wall that looked like the water bottles in a rabbit hutch. The bottles had red or green bands around the middle. Reasoning that these corresponded to the color of our collars, I tentatively licked the nozzle from one of the green bottles. The liquid that issued forth was quite delicious and served t spur me on. Once I had consumed my fill, I looked over at the red bottle that was next to the one I had used. My curiosity got the better of me and I gave it a taste. Unlike the green bottle, this one had a horrid and bitter taste. Our handlers must use this to discourage us from consuming the wrong kind of nutrients.

The final diversion was easily the most pleasant. Every few hours, an intense sexual urge would strike the type fours that we crowded around. When this happened, they would select one of the type ones or threes and pull them aside. The pair would then engage in a passionate bout of lovemaking that only ended when the male had achieved release. When not being mated by one of the type fours, the rest of us would often finger each other in an effort to hold us over till it was our turn for a tryst with the male we gathered around. If we were more adventurous, the tongue would be employed in pleasuring our fellow livestock.

Additionally, the type fours engaged in a mild form of token aggression as to who had the largest harem. One of their possessions would be sent over to 'kidnap' a one or three from the other entire males. The raider would either succeed in their mission, or they would be subdued by the defending type four. While the males treated this game semi-seriously, the rest of us were much more casual. Once I was tasked with a raid on the harem of M4-327-0. After allowing myself to be 'captured', I then convinced several of his harem to sneak back to 410 with me.

The hours passed lazily as the binary suns drifted lower in the sky. Once it set below the fence that surrounded us, a series of pleasant tones played over a loud speaker that was heard throughout the facility. As the livestock around me got up and walked towards the barn I followed them, intrigued as to what would happen now. The lot us were led in side the barn to the large room on the ground floor where I had been marked. On one end of the barn was a ramp that led to the four floors above us. The upper floors were laid out quite differently then the ground floor, which was largely open space with a few support beams, equipment lockers, and restraint frames. Here, the floors consisted of ten stalls arranged in a horseshoe shape along the walls. The ceilings were ten feet tall, and the stalls were nine feet long by seven feet wide.

As I watched my fellow livestock find their stalls, one of the female handlers approached me and stated in a warm voice, "You must new here. Follow me, I'll show you to your stall." Since our keepers had given me no reason to doubt their intentions, I followed without a second thought. Our group had gotten much smaller since twenty of us had bedded down on the second and third floors. The remaining six were guided into their stalls by the handlers who had led us up here. My guide waved me towards one of the open stalls.

Upon walking inside, I was surprised to notice a human skull mounted on wooden display plaque about five feed above the floor on the back wall. Seeing my confusion, my handler explained, "That skull is from your virgin slaughter. An unwritten tradition within our facilities to add a skull from each time you are processed to the walls of your stall. Our earliest have long ago filled their walls, so their skulls are sold on the open market."

As my guide left, she closed the stall door and turned off the lights on the way out. There was an overhead light in the ramp to other floors that put out enough light to see the rough outlines of the objects within the stall. In the back corner there was a toilet similar to the one in the yard. Other then that, the soft floor, and the mounted skull, there was little in the stall. With little to do and with the exhaustion of the days events stalking me, I settled down and quickly settled into a restful sleep.

After an imperceptible amount of time, during which I had no memorable dreams, I awoke to a series of tones that were very similar to what had announced the prior sunset. Near me, I could hear the sounds of my fellow livestock awakening. A few minutes later, the overhead lights came on and several handlers arrived on our floor. With considerable efficiency, the group roused all of us and led us down stairs. After we were lined up in four columns, a handler would lead one of us off into a closed room. Since the others seemed to know what was going on, I saw no reason to act differently from them.

Since I was at the middle of the lines, I got to watch several of my barn mates leaving. My questions of what happened to them were answered when it was my turn. The room that I was led into, had several pairs of neoprene cuffs hanging from the ceiling. A few of these were occupied with humans that were waiting calmly for what ever would happen next. Once I was secured the handlers left and came back several times with a docile human in tow.

Once there were six of us in the room, several new handlers entered with equipment that looked like it was used for cleaning livestock. Made sense since that was what we were to our keepers. After splitting into pairs, the cleaners attended to their respective humans. The pair I got were male in appearance. The smaller of the two looked at where I had been marked yesterday and stated "Your new here. Don't worry, we'll take good care of you." While saying this, the taller feline hooked a hose into the ceiling and attached what looked like a shower nozzle to the other end.

After handing the hose to his coworker, the tiger turned a pair of valves on the ceiling, the shorter feline squeezed the trigger and felt the water to make sure it was not too hot. Once the pair was satisfied, I was gently sprayed down with a rain like stream of warm water. I could not help but relax as the two attended to my flesh. Thankfully, the soft cuffs were easy ably to bear my weight with little discomfort.

Once I was soaked head to toe, the pair retrieved several brushes and a bottle of some kind of soap. They first went over my skin with brushes that were firm enough to clean off dead skin, but soft enough not to leave me raw. They were especially attentive to my crotch, ass and feet, attention that I could not help chuckling at. While gathering the tools necessary for the next stage, the taller of the pair stated, "Since you're a type three, we have to use more through techniques and soap that is specifically designed to make your skin as soft as possible."

After working up a good lather, the two felines gave my flesh and through scrubbing. Once again special attention was paid to my intimate parts, but this time the taller one kept his hand in place and started to finger me which left me panting with excitement. While doing this, the shorter tiger finished with my feet. When his coworker stopped, I would have begged him to continue if I was still able to speak. After being rinsed off, I was released along with all of my fellow humans. We were then led out into the yard for another lazy day.

I quickly lost track of my time at farm 6 and forgot the reason that we all had been brought here. Most days followed the same pattern as my first. That being said, there were a few out of the ordinary occurrences here and there. One that I particularly remember was a time when two male handlers pulled me aside and treated me to a taste of double penetration. I was left rather tired for the rest of the day, having been sandwiched between two tigers and bounced up and down on their cocks. A few other fun events happened, but I did not experience any significant excitement until roughly three weeks had passed.

One day a type one and myself were called to the ground floor. When we arrived, a handler that did not work at our barn entered with two wooden structures that looked like a pair of stocks for the head and wrists. After we were bound in the yokes, a pair of chains was connected between them and we were led out into the pathways that ran between the barns. Waiting for us was a coffle of seven humans and a rather strong handler. The type one and I were connected to the back of the group and we were led around several o the barns. Occasionally a yoked human was led out and attached to the coffle.

Once the chain had grown to a dozen, we were led to the facility where butchering took place. While slightly nervous about what was no doubt going to happen, The memory of being gutted and then reborn put me at ease. Once taken to a loading dock like room, the coffle was split into to two, one for walking steaks and the other for walking pelts. The group that I was with was exclusively type threes while the other was exclusively type ones.

After our groups were split up, we were led to the end of a hall way that had a room on the left and right. The ten human coffle was split into half and each was led into one of the rooms. The room that my group was led into was equipped similarly to the place where my virgin slaughter had taken place.

As we were released from our yokes, a tiger with the familiar tabby pattern entered and gave all of us a through glance. Our handlers commanded us to stand still while the butcher inspected our bodies. When he came to me he lightly whispered, "Ah, good to see you again 2401. I was not able to treat you to a proper flaying when we last met. You have my assurances that you are in for a real treat." While he continued his look over, I was left to ponder his words.

Once finished, he stated that all of us were in prime condition to be harvested. After being led over to a series of boxes whose tops had neck sized holes, the tabby explained, "All right, since most of you are relatively new I might as well explain how we do things. These boxes are filled with a liquid that loosens the outer layer of your skin. This makes it easer for me to flay your pelt in one piece." After explaining this, he opened five of the boxes and commanded us to get in. I was reluctant to enter, since the liquid inside looked similar to crude oil, but my slowly increasing trust of our keepers overrode any concerns.

To my surprise, the liquid was actually quite pleasant to the touch. It had a warm and tingling sensation that I did not mind in the slightest. Before settling down, the handlers who had led us in here used a tool to remove our collars. As they left, the tabby commanded us to sit down. WIth the liquid up to our shoulders, the top pieces were secured around our necks and sealed over the boxes. An inflatable collar cinched around our necks, tight enough to keep the liquid from overflowing, but loose enough to be comfortable. The remaining air with in the boxes was quickly squeezed out as our containers were filled.

"Now, we just have to wait five minutes for the liquid to take effect. Once it has, I will start with who ever has been here the longest. As for the rest of you, I'll let you enjoy you bath while you wait." Time passed slowly, while we waited to see our fates, but no of us cared since we had the warm liquid to enjoy. After the allotted time passed, the tabby stated while pointing to the human on my right, "I'll start with you, but first, I need to rinse of the prep liquid." The butcher pressed a button on the wall that drained the box next to me of all liquid. After that, the occupant could not help but coo and laugh with pleasure as several warm jets of water rinsed off his skin.

Once that was done, the lid was opened and the tabby gently carried his future carcass to the center of the room. Since the human had been here for a long time, he seemed unconcerned that he was about to be gutted. He obediently remained still while the butcher secured his ankles to different ends of a two foot wide spreader bar that was lifted to leave him dangling upside down. After giving the human an injection that he explained would leave him paralyzed and shut off the few remaining pain receptors, the Tabby gathered the tools that all of us had some degree of experience with.

After waiting for the drugs to take effect, the butcher selected the most precise scalpel he could find and made the first cuts. While his work during my virgin slaughter had to be precise, these cuts made his earlier work look like mindless hacking. The masterful carver carefully analyzed every inch of the cut and was especially careful not to nick the underlying meat. The first cut was a slender and all but bloodless line that ran from the top of the buttocks to the base of the neck. The next series of cuts branched out from this starting point. A single cut was made down the back of each limb, running from the wrists and ankles till they joined with the initial cut.

The Tabby stepped back to admire his work and then replaced the scalpel with a semicircular knife. From my basic understanding of blades, I could tell that this was a knife used for separating skin from muscle. Starting with the left arm, the butcher carefully spread the initial cut and worked the skinning knife into the hole. In a motion that bore the marks of obsessive practice, the tabby carefully separated the valuable pelt. To no ones surprise, this was a long and laborious process, but the end result was a bare arm with skin hanging loosely from the shoulder and a still covered hand.

This process was repeated with all of the other limbs, leaving the human looking more like a museum exhibit then a living animal. Now the butcher had the torso to worry about. Compared to the arms, this work had to be extremely precise. After all, there were vital organs underneath and he did not want to bleed out his masterpiece yet. The cut around the neck was an especially critical phase. If he was off by the smallest of amounts, the human would bleed out almost to fast for the soul transfer machine to be started.

While the final steps took as long as all of the limbs combined, the end result was a separated pelt that would no doubt fetch a good price on the open market. The rest of the butchering process went similarly to what I had initially experienced. All organs that were not of immediate necessity were removed and the empty cavity was cleaned. The limbs were removed and the torso was placed in a nutrient rich bath. All organs except for the lungs, heart, and spine were removed and preparations were made for the soul transference. After being bled out, the humans soul was sent to be reborn and the place of slaughter was cleaned.

Before selecting the next to be processed, the tabby stated in a friendly tone, "I'll save you for last 2401." Needles to say, I spent the next couple hours watching my three companions being flayed and slaughtered. Having undergone a similar process myself, I watched with a strange fascination rather then fear. Eventually however, it was my turn. While I knew what would happen from watch my fellow livestock, I had only guesses as to what sensations would manifest.

The first surprise came during the rinsing process. Like the others, I could not help but make many a pleasured noise as my partially numbed body was sprayed from all sides with warm water. The jets that found my crotch were especially exciting. Additionally, cuts that I endured while being carefully skinned were quite different in feel then the cuts of being gutted. The latter were highly pleasurable, but relatively short lived and only effected certain areas of my body. The skinning cuts, on the other hand, were not as intense, but lasted longer and effected nearly every square inch of my flesh.

The rest of the process was old hand, but nonetheless an experience that I happily welcomed. The only part I missed was being milked and then gelded. Of course, the sex I had with type fours and handlers made up for this. In what seemed like hardly any time at all, I was back in a soul orb awaiting rebirth. Once again I awoke in a tank and was welcomed back to the world of the living by the kindly white tiger that had been there the first time. After a quick exam, I was returned in the dead of night to the stall I had recently left and quickly fell asleep.

Having goon through the full cycle of an animal at farm 6, I have now abandoned any care as to concepts of time. It was very easy and pleasant to adopt the carefree lifestyle of well cared for livestock, especially considering that this life is, at least in the near term, is seemingly eternal. My only remaining way of telling how long I've been here is the steadily growing collection of skulls in my stall. While I'm nowhere near having a full wall, I am content to know that my easy life here is of great service to my good handlers.

The End