"Ehm... OK...." the apprentice butcher blushed. "I guess we can do it that way."

"You want to do it a different way?" Little baa asked, slightly trembling - she had been doing that the whole time, and for understandable reasons. While she was clearly anticipating this, it was only natural that she was at least as scared as she seemed to be oddly turned on by the prospect.

"Well, I haven#t done that yet, I just assumed I'd...   kill? you first? Or... maybe they don't do that here, but at least keep you bound so you won't struggle and run away.

Baa gulped, then gave him a sheepish smile. "I... I know this sounds weird, but... I kinda hoped to be awake for this. My big sister had her throat cut, and... well, she missed all the interesting bits. You can only get slaughtered once in your life, right?"

Baa giggled nervously, but it helped to release the tension. "I promise I won't struggle, but you can bind me of course if you are into that. That is kinda kinky..." she blushed. "But then again the rope will get in the way - and it will get all bloody too."

He thought a bit, then nodded. Which brought a enthusiastic smile on her face and she knelt in front of the bucket, pushing out her belly, aiming just for it, her arms behind her back.  "R... ready when you are..." she announced.  

The butcher noticed a single glistening drop of liquid on her pussy, as he couched down next to her and picked up the knife, which she eyed with unhidden anticipation. Baa took a deep breath and held it, anticipating the cut.

The butcher put a hand on Baa's back. At his touch he felt her tense even more then shudder slightly.

"Shhh, it's OK, relax a little, you are tense as a bowstring..."

"I... I'm just excited."...

"I can see that." He added with a smirk, which made her blush deeply. Not only did a single drop of her arousal drip down between her legs, the scent was quite noticeable too.

He couldn't help it but let his hand wander, over the small of her back, past her tail, feeling between her buttcheeks forward to the glistening, hot and very throbbing moisture between her legs.

Baa baaed in surprise, feeling that touch of a gently probing finger. It squeezed between and against her hymen, which was intact despite some rather rough playing with toys she had done while imagining being butchered.... Of course he wouldn't know that... she arched slightly, shuddering.

"So... I cut from down here, up here?" He asked, tracing the line with his finger, while holding the knife, the blade just half an inch from her belly skin - the soft fur extra short, she must have shorn herself just for the occasion. Or maybe all the lambs got shorn before butcher, no point in wasting the wool by getting it bloodied, was there? He wondered if she had shorn herself, preparing for her butchery. From what he could see and what she had said, it wasn't unlikely.

Baa baaed again, nodding, shivering. "Yes.... And... put a finger in, so the blade doesn't cut my guts and makes a mess inside of me..."

"Like this?" He asked holding the knife, guarding the blade tip with his index finger in front of her so she could see.

"Yes, just like that! ... Baaaahhh!!!"

She baaed again as he stuck his finger deep, squeezing past her hymen. That caused her pussy to tense down on his finger and her whole body to arch and shudder. That moment he pushed the knife into her underbelly, and it went in like butter. She really had done a great job sharpening it.

Baa stared down at the knife stuck inside her belly. The hooked tip was in there, right where it was meant to be at the bottom most point of the 'line'. A single small drop of red blood formed at the sharp side of the blade and turned her white wool crimson.

"Baa... yes.  yes, exactly like that...." she gasped. Every word caused a piercing sensation from inside her - inside her belly  where the knife tip was.

The butcher squeezed his finger inside her pussy, in and out a few times, in rhytm with her shallow breaths until she bleated once more. As he realigned the knife and widened the cut to put his finger in, she tensed. He fingered her more, until she arched again, and opened her mouth for a bleat. But it became a silent one because that moment he pulled . guiding the knife up through her, almost all the way to her ribcage.

Baa's face was painted by both surprise, pleasure and intense pain at the same time, she looked up, meeting the butcher's eyes, then looked down at her belly, just as he pulled the knife free.

"That was easy, like opening a zipper..." he commented.

Baa couldn't speak. Breathless she stared at the gaping red slit that had formed in her belly, quickly widening, exposing her sheep entrails, red and wormlike, a shifting, enthralling, almost hypnotising mass of guts...

"my... my guts..." she whispered, trembling. The slight shift in her stance caused her guts to start bulging forward with an odd pulling sensation, pushing the slit wider.  Following an instinct, she crossed her front hooves in front of her belly, as if to hold it in, feeling the slightly sticky, smooth sensation of her guts against her hooves.

The butcher just watched, letting her have her moment.

Baa finally looked at the bucket, then at him, and then reached for her own belly skin. It felt raw and painful, but oddly real. With both hands she grabbed and pulled herself wide open, staring at her bulging guts which now slid forward, then dropped, dangling halfway into the bucket. The weight pulled at her insides, causing her to lose what little breath she had. She inhaled involuntarily but couldn't exhale.

"Need help with that?" The butcher asked friendly.   Baa nodded profusely, He put the knife away and pulled his finger out of Baa's quivering pussy. Then he reached inside her belly and guided the rest of Baa's entrails up and out, where gravity finally took over and caused the whole package to unravel into the bucket with wet squishy noises.

Baa trembled and twitched. The butcher pulled on her large intestine and when she felt the sensation pull on her butthole, but inwards, her bladder let go with a short but strong sqirt followed by a few smaller ones as her bladder muscles contracted on their own without much control over it. It missed the bucket, barely, getting pee over her own legs.

Baa looked down, trembling, quivering... "my.... my guts...." she whispered... blushing profusely at the mess she made. She could breath again, the majority of the weight was now in the bucket, no longer pulling on her stomaches.

"Don't worry about it." The butcher told her. "You said yourself this would likely happen."

Baa nodded. It was still embarrassing.

"So what now?"

Baa took a moment to get her composure. "You... you need to cut them lose inside of me. Without spilling..."  she was feeling a bit dizzy, but kinda in a good way. Adrenaline dulled the pain and made her feel lightheaded. "You... reach in and pinch the end of my gut together with two fingers, and then... you just slice it off.  Then you do the same with all my other  entrails until.... until I'm completely empty...."

Her smile turned slightly sheepish again, telling him that that thought still turned her on... brave little lamb..

The butcher looked inside Baa's belly. It helped that she still, although trembling, held her skin wide apart with her hooves. He could see everything in there, her womb, her ovaries, all neatly sitting inside her. Her bladder, now probably a bit smaller than what it used to be. Her followed her large intestines with his hands, which she could obviously feel, judging by her slight tensing and shivering. Her lips went apart slightly as he pinched in, just above her sphincter muscle and pulled. He could feel her anus twitch, tense and relax, tense and relax. He twisted firmly, closing her colon, then held on and reached in with his second hand to make the cut.

baa jumped a bit, bleating. Her butt muscles twitched and relaxed in rapid succession, he could even see it open and let a ray of light through, showing the floor and the puddle beneath her.

The butcher twisted the colon a few more times like a baloon animal then made a knot, so it would not spill out its contents. Baa watched in fascination, and the organ responded and moved on its own like a weird fish - still alive, still trying to propel its contents forward, although now the exit was knotted shut.

Baa moaned as she saw and felt that, her eyes followed the end of her gut end up in the bucket.

"That should do it. No mess..."  the butcher commented, which Baa responded with a slight giggle and a blush. "You... you are doing very well... I'm happy to be ... butchered by you...." she managed gratefully, and bashfully, between her short breaths.

The butcher smiled back and reached into her once more. Baa gasped, trembling more, when she felt him reach around hr womb for her vaginal channel. She could see everything, looking down into her open belly, and her pussy twitched profusely as he grabbed her sex from the inside, pulled and once again.

"Gggg....  guess I won't be having any lambs of my own..." she joked, shiddering, then bleated as another squirt of pee escaped her as grabbed firmer and twised both her vaginal channel and her urethra around each other. And here she thought her bladder had been empty...

Baa tensed in anticipation, slight discomfort and also arousal. She closed her eyes for pain, but when the cut finally came it had an unexpected side effect. It made her cum. Really. Hard. She was still shivering, arching and all her hip muscles were rhythmically tensing, but no cum came out, only a few drops of blood, as the butcher now held her reproductive tract in his hand and pulled it out. Womb, ovaries, everything. And Baa couldn't stop cumming as she saw them in his hands, showing them to her like a trophy before gently dropping the 'package' on top of the gut bucket.

Now the cum was flowing, out of her severed vaginal channel - and all over the guts, like a glistening milky sauce, mixing with blood and pee.

Baa shook hard, riding out her climax. It turned out she was perfectly capable of having the rest of her orgasm without the internal equipment. Her clit twitched and her orifices opened and closed, even though they now only connected an empty, exposed belly cavity with the outside underneath her. Every time she did, they both could see through her.

Baa couldn't stop herself, she had to... she reached inside her belly, and pushed her hoof against her pussy from the inside, slipping right through and out with a surprised bleat.

The butcher let her have her fun, wondering how long she would last. There wasn't too much bleeding, yet...

Soon Baa came again, now both her hooves inside her, pushed through both her disconnected ass and disconnected pussy, her gooves protruding between her legs, which looked really hot, even though she couldn't see it, he could.

He had to hold the dizzy sheep so she would not collapse backwards.

"What do I do now?" he asked her smiling, even though he kinda knew. She seemed to like giving the instructions.
"What now?"

Baa took a while to come down, basking in a mixture of shock, adrenaline rush and afterglow. She felt a bit cold, but hot at the same time. She could see steam rising from the guts in the bucket, still writing and moving alive in there...

"Empty me.... empty me out..." she demanded with a smirk.  "It's gonna hurt, but you can just pull hard on my..." she gulped. "on my esophagus. My foodpipe, it should snap here, and just slip out." she pointed weakly at her throat, her hooves stained a little bit with a sticky mixture of blood and cum, so it left a tiny red stain on her neck fur.


The butcher nodded and felt for the series of stomaches that dangled out of Baa. He saw her gulp profusely, the sensation seemed to make her nauseous, and she had to force the cud back down, being a ruminant that she was.

Her rumen then tensed, trying to expell its contents, but by then he had already grabbed firm unto her foodpipe and pulled.

Baa opened her mouth. He could see her throat twitch and she gagged, mouth open, as her throat strained. Her esophagus flexed and twitched in his grasp, being muscles just like her colon, but he did not allow any contents through.

Then suddenly it gave way.  A painful bleat escaped baa, then she collapsed forward a bit as her foodpipe was pulled out of her chest and entirely free.  A few drops of blood, her spit and green plant material of her last meal dripped on the floor.

Then he dropped the whole chain into the bucket, now mostly free. There were only a few connections left. This time he had not closed the end and a green soup of fermented grass escaped the end of her esophagus and over her guts. Surprisingly the herbivore's rumen contents smelled not like puke but like a fresh herbal tea. She must have carefully selected her last meal as seasoning...

Baa convulsed, trying to breathe, but the sensation was not unlike having been kicked in the - now no-longer-there stomach really hard. She gagged and gasped for air.

The butcher helped her, lifting her up and letting her rest against his legs, where she felt the bulge in his work overall against the back of her head. A throbbing bulge that made her blush... Such a naughty butcher, almost as naughty as she was . Naughty mutton... She was all but meat now, only a few organs left in her body.

Her breaths were shallow, but eventually, her ears ringing and pale, she managed some air in her lungs again.

"Well.....     well done..." she whispered hoarsely. Her throat burnt - where her foodpipe had been ripped by brute force... She would never eat again ... But neither would she have to. Someone would eat her instead.... the thought made her smile.


"I think all that's left is my liver and kidneys.  That's gonna bleed a lot, and.... I think that will be it for me..." she spoke, aware of her fate.  But he smirked.  "That would be a shame. Although it'd be less painful than the alternative..."

"Alternative?" her ears perked...   "You are gonna leave them in?"

he shook his head. "No, buuut, I have some string. I could bind of your veins before I cut, and you stay alive a bit longer... only if you want, cause I'm gonna cut you apart. It'd be nice to have your advise how to do that though...


Baa gulped and thought. She was hurting.  a lot.  but it was kind of good pain... She didn't know how well she could handle more... on the other hand the thought of telling him how to cut her apart was...  well, she knew exactly how it was done, she just had not expected to ever be awake to witness it.

"I can handle it. I might... I might scream a lot, but if I'm too loud, just hold my mouth shut..." *she giggled* "I kinda wanna see myself cut up like meat."

He nodded. "I guess you are meat. The best meat a butcher could wish for, Can you pull yourself wide again?"

With his help she managed to kneel upright again and - almost proudly pulled her belly wide open. She felt so empty inside already, the air was cold on her exposed insides, now almost hollow.

Soon she'd be completely hollow. She watched his hands reach into her again as she pulled herself open. She saw him bind something with strings and felt an odd, throbbing sensation inside her. Then he took he knife, there was a strong, piercing pain, once, twice, three times. And then he took out the rest, her liver, her kidneys, anything that still had a connection to the bucket dropped into the bucket, which he demonstratively pushed aside.  She was now empty, except for her heart and lungs.

The thought of it was thrilling, and the feeling of weightlessness too. Her herbivore guts had always been slightly plump, heavy, bulging, filling her midsection with what made her a herbivore.  A plant eater.  Now she would eat nothing ever again, all that was left of her was her meat and her skin and her bones. ...

She knew she could not last long in this state. But she didn't have to. Only long enough for him to finish his job, which she was proud to assist. She was the best and most obedient meat...  The thought made her giggle.

"Normally I'd be dead by now, and you'd hang me upside down by my hooves..." She announced. He gave her a hand, and to his surprise, the disemboweled sheep managed to stand up, shakily, on her own legs, although leaning against him as her belly had no strength anymore. She felt cold and snuggled against him, and he was not unhappy to steady her with his arm.

"You should now undress me." She told him, blushing. The thought making her pussy twitch in anticipation. Pulling her belly skin to the side and open made her acutely aware her fur was just like a wool sweater that she wondered how slipping out of would feel.

"For that I need to make more cuts, don't I? Where do I cut?"

She nodded. "I didn't make the markings... I didn't want to confuse you for the gutting. Do you have a marker?" she asked apologetically.

"No, but I could just improvise. I kinda would like to make a jacket and a pair of pants out of you, to remember my first workday. How about I just cut you like clothing?

Baa beamed. The thought of him wearing her skin as a keepsake made her more happy than she dared admitting. Before she could stop herself, she kissed him, then... aware of how bold she had been, took a quick step back.

The butcher smiled at her. "OK... let's do it like that. Stand there, broadlegged, with your hooves against the locker. Like for a body cavity search..."

Her pussy twitched, and so did his pants as the disemboweled sheep girl stood as instructed, shaking from the cold but also from anticipation. Her empty belly steamed slightly, and so did the bucket with her entrails.


The butcher stepped behind her and felt around her waist, then for her butt cheeks and groped them which caused her to arch slightly and moan, trembling. Oh yes, she was enjoying herself still... He imagined her wearing pants, except the pants were her own skin. They were already zipped open at the front, a little bit. All he had to do was cut the waistline to separate the pants from the to-be jacket. He also knew how to, he'd hold the knife just as he did for gutting her, but cut only her skin, not all the way through all the layers, or he'd cut her in half.  No, not yet, that'd come later...

With the opening in the front already made, it was easy. He just had to reach around her. He bucked his hips against hers slightly as he strained to pull the knife through. Again, almost like butter. He went from the right, once around the small of her back, just above her sexy sheep waistline, and back front on the left, leaving a red, slightly gaping gash once around her midsection.

Baa bleated and trembled, but held still, tears in her eyes. Her pussy once again twitced and this time he could also see her tail twich.

"You are the best meat ever." He commented, and reached around once more. This time he cut her front, elongating the slit already made in her belly, cutting the skin over her sternum, all the way up to her throat.


Baa bleated and winced, but moaned as he gave her a slight slap on her butt cheek for being so brave,

"Almost done, now comes the most delicate part. Hold very still." He instructed.

Baa closed her eyes and didn't dare breathe as he felt his fingers on the throat, nestling the blade sharply between her sensitive skin and what came underneath. This time he made two cuts, one around the left, one around the right, going down a little bit and meeting over her collarbones. She felt the cuts connect, throbbing, bleeding, but they were not not deep.

Baa exhaled, trembling, and relaxed.

"All done... Ready to strip for me?"

Baa nodded, then shook her head.  Then nodded again..."

"I ... I want to, but I can't do it.  I don't have fingers and... it hurts so much...  You know how to, right?"

The butcher nodded.

"If it hurts too much, just tell me. I can still stun you or cut your throat and it will be all over."

Baa bit her lips.  She was afraid of the pain, but the thought of living through her own butchery and witnessing it with her own eyes... If there was an afterlife for sheep, then this was certainly something she could brag about. And if there wasn't... well, then she could at least get off a few more times before she ceased to exist...  

Her head spun, her heart pounded. She felt frozen cold and hot at the same time. She was in so much pain she had forgotten what it felt to not to be in pain, but yet, she didn't want it to end.

"No... let's do this. I want to make sure you butcher me right...     no offense, I'm sure you are a great butcher...."

He giggled. "None taken. You are great meat."

As a food animal, Baa would ordinarily not have worn clothes. Not every day. But the little sheep had her kinks, and some of them had involved wearing various outfits and then taking them off.

And yes, that had included imagining it was her sheepskin, instead of the farmhand's leather pants she had borrowed - and gotten full of lamb-juice in the process.  

The pain was of course way more intense. But then again it would have been worse had she not just been gutted and her body had released just the right endorphins to make it through just about anything.  It'd be worse the next day... but luckily there was no next day for her... She felt the butcher nestle his fingers around her waist, as if grabbing her pants by the waistband. Except they were UNDER her skin...A shiver went through her and she braced herself.

And bleated "Baaaah!!!!", as he pulled her skin down. It slid effortlessly over her hips, but it yanked hard on her tail.

The butcher noticed and grabbed her fleshy little tail, which caused her to bleat again and twitch in all the right places, trembling.

"Seems like I can't get your tail out..."

"Cut it off." Baa instructed, biting her lips, lifting her tail which twitched in his hands like a nice little handle. That would make it so much easier, and it would leave him with her tail as a souvenir.

She opened her mouth and gasped, as he once more peeled her skin away until her tail, but this time reached inside with the blade. She felt her tail pulled, twitching and flicking in his wrist, then there was a stinging, piercing pain, together with a jolt, as the blade severed it, cutting right through her spine in the process.  The bleat was shrill and she jumped, flicking her tail like crazy, yet no longer feeling it...

The tail in his hands had tensed, and then gotten numb. Now he could easily pull further, getting Baa's 'pants' over her buttcheeks, esposing red and white mutton rump underneath.

Baa looked down, where his hands now nestled on her front. It felt really nice, as left and right of what now looked like an open pants zipper where her little sheep teats. Little, pink, very sensitive nubs, squeezed between his fingers as he pulled her skin over her pubic bone. She still felt everything, nerves still connected as her skin slid down and turned inside out - all the way down to her thighs. That was accompanied by the weirdest sensation between her legs.

Her pussy twitched and jumped as it was pulled downwards and she moaned in pleasure, seeing into herself and out the gaping hole that her ass and her pussy formed as they were pulled like that. Her skin still connected to her pelvic muscles and her two most sensitive holes.

That was right. He'd steel those too. He'd keep her pussy as a keepsake. She clenched her anus and still knew he would win that tug-o-war with a special trophy. It also felt really good, and she squirmed, moving from one leg to another. A special kind of very teasing pleasant pain.

"No no no... not yet.... not yet...." she begged. Knowing this feeling of pleasure would soon end in a very pleasant jolt - and then never come back ever again... She reached down there with one front hoof, between her legs and tried to hold her pussy in place, which felt even better, a shiver went through her.

"Feels too good, doesn't it?" The butcher teased, pushing his index finger in through her pussy and back out through her ass, as if making a hook. She bleated, trembling as he tugged slightly.  All it would take was one good pull and her naughty bits would be his to keep.

"Alright". He pulled her pants back up where they belonged and gave her a slap on her exposed but again fur-covered ass, which made her bleat again and shake in another orgasm, her tormented disconnected holes twitching opening and closing-  but still hers.

"Then we start with your jacket, shall we?"

Baa nodded, panting, blushing.

This time the butcher pulled the ends of Baa's 'jacket' reqrwards, peeling the skin of her sides and lose on her back. It slid off her flanks and her chest effortlessly, only on her spine, it gave more resistance. Moaning, she stared down at her now completely exposed torso, open at the front where her guts had once been, shivering and excited at the same time to see herself so exposed. She could see every single one of her ribs.

Peeling her coat from her back took a bit of effort and a yank from the butcher, which caused Baa to wince in pain and lose sensation to  her belly skin - which burnt in the back, but in turn the pain in the front went away.

Her fur was now lose all the way to her shoulders. A shiver went through her as he pushed his arm under her skin and losened it more, all the way to her neck, which was now the collar.

As he pulled back, Baa felt her coat being pulled over her shoulders, exposing them, while her arms were twisted backwards.

She moaned ins discomfort, feeling her skin slip off her arms, and getting pulled down all the way to her wrists, until all that held it on to her were her hooves.

"It's stuck. What do I do now?" he asked.

baa trid to glance over her shoulder. "Just slice around my hoof joint and break it off. Then you have hooves on your jacket." She suggested, followed by a loud "Baaaahhh!!!!"  as he did it, Piercing pain, followed by a loud crack, as he broke her joint, leaving her arm to end in exposed bone.

And then he did it again. Baa felt dizzy and looked at her exposed wrist stumps. Well technically finger stumps. There was surprisingly little bleeding, but it still dripped to the floor. Once her head stopped spinning she turned around and saw the butcher posing with her fur. It was of course visibly too small for him to wear. but it looked just like a cute little jacket. A jacket made from Baa.

She let out a moan and shivered. There was so much pain, but she was also aroused beyond measure. Being butchered was so hot... She tried to touch her exposed meat, but she barely had any sensation in either her hoof stump, nor her non-existent skin. It just felt sticky.

The spinning got worse again. She wanted to push her stumps between her legs and bone-fuck herself, but the spinning got worse. The world turned black - and she fainted.

Baa felt nothing but confusing darkness and a spinning sensation as if she were falling and bounced all over the room - yet without ever impacting. She felt a bid sad. She was still horny and didn't want it to end yet, at the same time she was glad for the absence of pain.

Sweet sweet painless oblivion... but instead of drifting into nothing, her senses slowly returned.  There was a strong, warm arm under her neck, which gently placed her head on a hard, cold surface.

Her eyes gained focus, and she smiled as she saw the butcher, who had just placed her on the cutting table.

"Still with me?  That's good, you gotta tell me what to do next." He said.  Baa smiled and took a breath. She still felt her pussy and she was still horny.

"I'd ask you to fuck me, but that'd be both unhygienic and unprofessional." She surprised herself with her boldness.  "But if you take my remaining skin off, you can do with it later whatever you want." She added with a grin.

She could imagine a number of naugthy things that the butcher could do with her pussy once he had removed it from her. Wearing it was only one of them... She wished there was a way to feel that, but she had to content herself to the sensation of the removal itself.

Baa moaned, as she felt his finger once more enter her tail -hole and hook into her pussy from the inside. She arched. "Yes, like that. You might wanna make a cut on the inside to make it all come lose cleanly.

She could clearly see inside her and how his finger went in one hole and out the other, pulling the entire bottom of her pelvis downwards. She could also see his other hand reach through her open belly and into herself, knife in hand, cutting along her exposed hip bone where the pelvic muscles attached her sphincter and vaginal muscles to a solid foundation.

Baa arched and moaned. The butcher could feel her clench around his finger while at the same time there was much less resistance as he pulled downwards. He wondered how she still had control and sensation in her skin down there, considering it was now mostly lose.

She wondered the same thing, as her privates were pulled out and away from her, hanging down by her thighs, connected only by threads. Then she felt a straining sensation, almost as if electroshocks were given to every nerve in her pelvic region at once as the very nerves strained. Baaing loudly, she came once again, her muscles tensing, arching, trembling, tensing one last time hard on his finger as he pulled.

Then the nerve snapped. The sphincter once more tensed incredibly hard and went lose, as the butcher pulled Baa's skin down to her knees, exposing her now sex-less pelvis and exposed meaty upper thighs.

Baa bleated and arched, lifting her whole hollowed out torso of the table, her exposed legs kicking as what probably was her last orgasm ever rocked the rest of her body. In a haze of bliss, she saw right through the hole between her legs how her skin was now pulled down all the way to her fetlock joints, hanging once more on her hooves.

She kept trembling and kicking, as one after the other her hooves were cut off, leaving her with exposed bone stumps on all four of her limbs, reduced to a meaty carcass that was somehow still alive.

The fact she was on her back greatly helped her heart to keep pumping enough blood to her naughty sheep brain, getting off on becoming nothing but meat and being butchered.

Now she felt phantom sensations in her pussy, still feeling his fingers between her nether lips, even though his finger had since been removed from there and more importantly, she had no more nether lips. But she rode out thatfading sensation whiloe it would last, along with the thought of being a piece of butcher meat and nothing else.

The butcher neatly folded his newly acquired pair of 'sheep skin pants' together and put them next to the 'jacket'.

"You... you have to tan those before they go bad. You know how to?" she asked concernedly.

He nodded. "My brother's a tanner. He will take care of those" His answer satisfied her.

"How should I cut the mutton?"

Baa smiled. She was about to be taken apart and still awake. Best butchering ever!

"Well, you start from the ends. First you cut of the shanks. They are cheap, but tasty when roasted." She waved all fours limbs in the air. "But to have high quality meat you really should let the blood drain first. Can.... can you do that one limb at the time?" she asked hopeful.

"Sure can do." the butcher answered and once more produced strings of thread - perfect to seal of veins...

Baa smiled. "Better get going. I don't know if I faint again if I wake up again, and I want to see this.  I mean... make sure you do it right..." she blushed...

"You're such a good meat. Don't worry, together we'll turn you into prime lamb cuts!" he answered smiling, looking at the throbbing large veins that ran down inside Baa's empty belly - already pinched off in some places to keep her from bleeding out.

"I once wanted to become a doctor." He told her. "But I prefer taking things apart than putting them together, so they didn't let me. Joke's on them, this is more fun anyway."

Baa moaned as the butcher tied off something in her belly. She felt her own heartbeat pulse against the blockage, fast, but weak.  Soon this was accompanied by a tingling sensation in her rear rump. That intensified as the butcher made a few cuts that caused a lot of blood to drain out of her lower body - steadily and without any noticeable pulse, even though her heart was still beating.

The butcher lifted her legs, then started cutting her meat... she barely felt any pain now, but she could sense that her knee suddenly bent in a way it was definitely not meant to.   And then her left shank was removed altogether. Just a nice cut of meat of hers, in his hand. That left her with her upper thigh as a stump. She could still move it, and it felt and looked weird, truncated like that.

The butcher repeated the same with her other leg. With her arms he simply pinched her veins just under the shoulders, then opened them at her wrists.

Baa now knew how this worked, so she dangled her hoofless arms off the table and watched the blood drain from them - forming a puddle on the floor that run towards the nearby drain. Soon there were only drops, and her arms were ready for harvesting. She held them up towards the butcher and watched with morbid curiousity how those limbs also became truncated.

That was 4 cuts of meat of her ready to go into the fridge.

"What next?" the butcher asked her.

Baa blinked a few times. She was getting tired, the whole world felt like watching through a veil. As if she hadn't slept in days and was drunk.

"I guess.. I guess my rump?" she suggested weakly.

The butcher smirked. "I have a better idea."

A shiver went through her as Baa felt herself bing rearranged on the cutting table. Then the butcher started cutting just under her ribcage, between her ribs. She groaned as she felt her muscles becoming severed. And then...  the sensation made her jolt. It was like an electric shock that ran through her entire lower half - including the bits she didn't even have anymore.  She gasped and moaned, shivering, even arching slightly. One final orgasm ran through what was left of her body.

And then suddenly there was only tingling but no other sensation. She could see the butcher pull her leg, and then her entire lower body - and lift it up.   It was basically half a sheep carcass, completely hollowed, dangling from the truncated leg in his hand, twisted once around in midair, dripping a few remaining drops of blood.

Baa blinked. It was unreal. She had to remind herself that what she was was not just any piece of meat. That was her. Well, half of her... now no longer part of her.

"Fuuuuck.... that's....  hot...." she spoke weakly, shivering.

The Butcher could see how her eyes strained to remain focused. Her breath was very weak, her pulse almost nonexistent. It was time for the finale. And she knew it.

"Cut.... cut my head of.  I want to see myself laying there on the table, just a piece of meat...." she demanded, biting her lips. If she got to see that, she'd die happy. She had often imagined such a thing, in very very hot dreams but always considered that nothing but a fantasy.

She took a deep breath as the butcher put the knife on her throat. Her breath quickened, a last rush of adrenaline fought the sleepiness out of her eyes. She wanted to say something, but only a gurgling escaped her as the knife cut through her windpipe, and the muscles on her neck, staining the remaining white fur with a wave of bright red blood that poured out of her. She blinked, hoped for a few more moments of consciousness.

Then the knife cut through her neck, severing her body from her completely. She gasped, but it was a silent gasp as no sound or air came out of her open mouth. Then the world spun briefly as the butcher picked her up, and she saw the world from his perspective. Saw down on her own body, or what was left of it.

Half a sheep, skinless. Bleeding out quickly with her hearts last heartbeats. She could see the flow ebb, and a last shudder go through her headless body.

Then the butcher turned her around to face him, holding her head like a shakespear performer. He said something, but she only heard white noise.  The world went black.

The butcher saw the light in her eyes fade, but her last expression on her disembodied head was a smile.

What a obedient lamb she had been. He wondered if she had any sisters with similar kinks. If so, this was the best job ever.
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The End