\n\t\t\t\t\toperationfluffthe original is here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19879502/
so this picture is a lot more hard-core and extreme from my normal but here it is.
I wrote a story too. It's also way more extreme than normal
don't read ahead if you don't like blood and gore and pain and peril and general nastyness and horrifying imagery and bad endings. if meat packing plants scare you, well, sorry. I can at least warn you about the story
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I'm thinking of commissioning some more art and scenes of this, but let's start the story in media res.
Izzy finds herself clamped to a conveyor belt at a meat packing plant. she struggles and screams, but the gag muffles her cries. They wouldn't have been heard anyway, the sounds of machinery drowns out any other noises.
The belt in front of her and behind her is lined with the carcasses of dead pigs, all clamped in a similar way as Izzy, all being slowly pulled forwards, deeper into the plant where they will be processed and packaged up but cold uncaring machinery.
Izzy watches the pigs in front of her pass through a plastic curtain into a cold, iron box. She keeps struggling at the clamps keeping her pulled tight against the belt. They dig into her flesh as she pulls and pulls but they remain stubbornly in place uncaring that they were clamped around a living person, not dead livestock! She looks around frenetically, hoping that there is anyone here who can see her and save her! But the plant is entirely automated. She squeezes her eyes closed as she's finally pulled through the plastic curtain. The hard plastic brushes over her and soon she feels a piercing sensation against her side. She's just been poked with a needle. a few robotic arms unfold from the side of the box and prod her all over, calipers assessing her fat marbling, tenderness and age. The machine buzzes and she passes out the other end.
Waiting for her is a gory sight. The pigs on the conveyor ahead of her are stretched out and heavy blades thump down, severing the legs with a bloody efficiency. the legs fall into chutes deeper into the plant and the rest of the carcass is carried on further into another large and mysterious machine.
Izzy struggles harder then she ever has in her life. Tears stream down her face and choking sobs are muffled by her gag as she pulls and pulls and pulls against those damn clamps! How did the machine not notice she was alive? how did it not notice she wasn't just a slab of meat! How did she even get here in the first place? She hears the loud meaty thwaks of the the blades. she sees the spurts of blood running down the sides of the conveyor as the pigs are chopped up. She's getting closer and closer. Two more pigs are chopped to bits. One more pig. Now it's her turn.
She screams. Her vision blurs as pain and fear fill her mind. The blades cut her arms and legs cleanly and they tumble down the chute and land among all the other pig parts. She keeps screaming. She can't even think now. her arms are gone, her legs are gone. all that remains are bloody stumps quickly bleeding out. Everything seems to pulse and slow down. She doesn't see where she's going anymore, all she can think about is the pain and the cold icy grip of death creeps slowly closer.
there is a new sensation of pain soon enough. She feels a sharp point push into her back and keep pushing, further and further. She is hoisted up above the belt, and left dangling from a meat hook. She can feel her consciousness fading as he blood keeps draining away, but a tight tingling sensation meets her. Her fur is flattened down and she gets squeezed tight! she gasps as her stomach and breasts are pushed in and locked tightly in place. A sheet of plastic is being wound around and around her body. Soon it passes over her head. She manages to tilt and jerk her nose around just enough that she can breath between the tight strips of plastic.
Her blood has seemed to stop flowing now, she isn't going to die. Well, she feels like she isn't going to die yet. The pain is excruciating and she has never experienced more fear in her entire life, but maybe, just maybe she will be discovered and saved.
Not now though. another machine stamps a label to her front, it says in large bold letters "CANNING GRADE" Her hook jerks as it pulls her down a separate track in the line. She is whisked away and dropped roughly in the back of a large automated truck, in a pile of old, leathery looking pig carcasses. more are dumped throughout the day, quickly burying the poor bear in a pile of flesh.
Once the back of the truck is full it starts to rumble, ready to take all the fresh meat to the canning plant