Double Snuff


“Are you sure you want to do this still?” Lae asked his friend Saila as they walked slowly together. The pink bunny tugged gently at one of his ears as the pair rounded the corner of a street. He gulped staring up at the large meat processing plant that loomed over the small village houses like a hungry vulture.


“I think so,” Saila responded, his tail hung limp as he looked upon the grey building facade. His knees trembled slightly as he reached over, his grey paw clasping the pink bunny’s paw for support. “Our families will get enough rations to last three months.”


Lae nodded solemnly as the pair headed to their fate, each reflecting on their short lives. Ever since the war started life was harsh, they had finally received their papers. Either be drafted into the army or volunteer to the closest meat factory. Both options meant certain death, just one tended to be a bit less messy than the other. 


The pair of boys stepped into the building and were greeted by a skunk boy that couldn’t have been much older than them. “Welcome Saila and Lae?” the skunk greeted the volunteers with a warm friendly smile. “Please strip and place your clothes in the bins. We’ll make sure they will get back to your family or given to somebody in need.” The two males nodded blushing slightly as they disrobed, tossing their garments into the bin. 


They were given no chance to cover their privates with their paws before the skunk led them to the side. Lae looked up with his eyes wide as he took in the enormousness of the inside the plant. Saila followed meekly, his long bushy tail tucked between his legs as they reached the first station. The skunk coaxed Lae up onto a platform before stepping up to inspect the bunny.


“Hey!!!” Lae meeped out as the skunk pinched his ass and groped his balls. Squirming helplessly, he blushed, unable to control his arousal as his member started to slide out of his sheath. His long spiky member was gently fondled before the skunk moved to Lae’s ears.


“Lovely pelt, worth four month’s rations, nice and meaty thighs, another two months rations. However these need to go,” he tugged on the bunny’s ears removing the various piercings, tossing them in a basket to the side. “Cock and balls are good as well. Saila your turn.”


“Ok,” Saila stepped up next to Lae, his member already peeking out of a thick grey sheath. He shyly stood still as the skunk inspected his grey fur with bright blue raccoon markings. As the skunk fondled his bits, his arousal matched his friends, his deep blue canine cock slid out out into view.


“Canine?? The inspector commented as he squeezed Saila’s knot, getting an affirmative grunt from the male. “And raccoon?” Saila nodded and the skunk sighed. “That makes most of your meat useless.”


“Really?” Saila’s heart fluttered, if his meat was worthless that meant no food for his kin. “How about my pelt? I'm an arctic fox, on my father’s side.” the foon pleaded, wanting to be of some value.


“Arctic fox? Now that's rare. We are looking for thick fur for winter gloves and boots.” The skunk ran his paw through the foon’s thick fur nodding. “Now that's plenty of fur, good thing you are so chubby.” he teased Saila while smiling. “This is fine fur. It's worth a year's rations at least. And I do suppose that your cock and balls could be served as a delicacy to the troops.” 


Both males blushed at the values attached to their bodies as the skunk picked up a small gun. They whined at the sight till they noticed it was a tag gun, much like the ones used to tag livestock back in the village. The skunk reached up tagging Lae’s right ear with a black tag with a single red stripe before giving Saila’s left ear a bright red tag. He knelt between the foon’s legs and tagged the sheath with a black tag.


“YOW!!!” Saila yelped as the tag pinched into his tender sheath.


“Ok off to processing you two,” he motioned to the floor as he scribbled the pair’s value in a small notepad. “Saila, follow the red line and Lae you take the black.” The skunk smiled pushing the boys off to their fates as he walked back to the door to await the next volunteers. Saila and Lae hugged one last time before going down their separate routes.


The black line led Lae to a large room with a meat hook hanging from the ceiling. Inside was a vixen wearing a leather apron and safety glasses. He gulped and considered changing his mind before deciding it was too late for that. His foot crossed into the room before he was even aware of it.


“Oh welcome, I’m Tera I’ll be processing you into meat today. If you would kindly lay on the table,” her paws waved to a large steel table with leather straps. The bunny walked slowly over and laid onto the table. His body shuddered at the cold metal. The vixen’s paws gently guided the meat bun to lay on his stomach, and his head to rest in a padded leather brace. 


Tera worked swiftly, tightening straps over the bun’s legs, arms, and the back of his neck. Lae laid on the table, his blue eyes stared at the bloody floor as he felt his cock being positioned to lay flat against the table, snug into a channel. He grunted as his thick cock was a tight fit. 


The vixen walked back around pulling a large device up from under the table. The bunny trembled as a cold barrel was pressed against his forehead, right between his pretty eyes.  He went cross eyed as he tried to look at the device till a reassuring pat between his ears from the vixen calmed his bounding heart.


“Shush, it will be all over in an instant.” She cooed gently to the bunny as she tenderly rubbed one of the long pink ears. Slowly Lea’s breathing relaxed as his cock twitched, his hips trying to grind his cock into the groove. The vixen reached back gently running her fingers over the twitching bun cock, teasing the small barbs as she went.


Lae moaned softly as he felt his cock heat up from the rubbing and gently twitches. So lost in the pleasure his large ears barely registered the click and thud as a thick spike buried itself several inches into his skull. The vixen stepped back as Lea spazemed, his legs and arms strained against the leather bounds as he drooled. He was still alive but only barely, not a thought remained in his head as his limbs settled down. 


“Just let go cutie,” the vixen cooed as she fingered herself under her apron. This was her favorite part, the meat teetering between death and not quite alive. Tera moaned softly as the bunny’s tail twitched, his anus contracting then loosened as a thick pile of smelly sludge slid out splattering over the meat’s cock. The warm sludge slid down the channel as Lae’s bladder emptied in its death throes. “Thats a good bunny,” she murred, cunny juice dripping down her legs to join the scat and piss on the floor.


After the meat let out a gentle fart its body rested, its breaths came in shallow gasps. “Still holding on?” The vixen asked as she pushed the bolt gun from the meat bunny’s skull. The three inch spike slipped off the skull, as few drops of blood and brain matter fell to the floor. Lae’s eyelids flutted, one pupil contracted as the other widened as large as his iris. His jaw hung open drool dripping as he clung to life. Tera pulled a hose out and washed the mess off the meat before sticking the large hook into its ankle. 


Still the bunny clung, breathing in gasping coughs as it was lifted to hang upside down. As the butcher approached with a thin skinning knife the bunny seemed to come back to life. It twitched on the hook as the vixen rushed over pulling the blade across the meat’s throat. Slowly the bunny’s thrashing slowed as it bleed out.


“Damnit,” Tera cursed as Lae still tried to breath. She knelt pushing two gloved fingers into the gaping hole in the bunny head till they met resistance. Her fingers turned what was left of the bunny’s mind into mush. Just to be sure she pressed the tip of the wash hose against the hole to rinse out whatever remained of the bunny brain. She proceeded to skin and butcher the carcase making the most out of the precious meat. Scrap meat was tossed into the garbage with the bunny’s pretty head tossed on top.


Meanwhile Saila found himself  face to face with a pleasant raccoon. “Um I’m here to be skinned I guess.” Saila shuddered as he sat on a soft bench. The cleanliness surprised him. It looked nothing like what he imagined. There was even what looked like a large laser device suspended from the ceiling. 


“Welcome, My my what fine fur. It's not often those with raccoon genes are sent my way. Our fur just isn’t valuable enough to waste resources on.” He smiled as he sat next to the foon.


“I’m Arctic Fox on my father’s side. The greeter said my fur would make good boots and gloves.” Saila shook softly as the raccoon humphed.


“Of course he would, always thinking of the practical. I could turn your fur into masterpieces but noo the troops need warm gear even as they march south.” The raccoon threw up his arms dramatically so that even the doomed Saila couldn’t help but chuckle for a moment.


“Will it hurt?” He asked calmly as the raccoon placed a paw on the foon’s shoulders.


“It will, a little but my method is less barbaric than my coworker’s down in meat processing.” The raccoon nodded up to the large device. “It will burn a small hole in your head then cook your brain. After that well I’ll remove your pelt and bits according to the tag.”


Saila nodded feeling reassured by the frank explanation from his executioner. “I’m ready,” he shivered and climbed into a chair that was positioned under the laser. The raccoon quietly strapped the foon down before pulling the laser right at the foon’s forehead. Saila closed his eyes, wincing as he felt a burning sensation. His snout wrinkled as the smell of cooked fleshed filled the air. 


A few seconds more and the pain erupted into a deep fire as the laser bore through the skull of the foon till it reached the soft squishy insides. Saila’s mouth opened for the briefest moment before the pain dulled. His tail twitched as he voided his bowels under the chair before slumping down. Smoke drifted out of a microsopic hole. The raccoon pressed a scope to the foon’s chest and shook his head.


“Wow you must be a fighter,” He commented as there was faint thump thump thump pa pa, of the male’s heart. Sighing he pulled out a long thin wire attached to a handle. “Sorry about this, it's very rare I have to use this.” He tilted the foon’s head and gently pushed the wire into the left ear.


Saila’s chest heaved as the wire passed through his ear canal till it reached the still warm and cooked brain inside. The raccoon gently swirled the wire around till Saila with one last convulsion passed. The wire was removed and the raccoon tilted the dead foon’s head back the other way till blood and cooked brain matter drained out. With the volunteer deceased the raccoon took on his job as a skinner. He first started by pulling the sheath back to reveal the foon’s semi erect member. The cock was removed easily and set on a tray. He then cut a slit downward till two foon testicles flopped out. With a flick of his wrist the balls soon joined the cock. 


After that the raccoon set into skinning every last piece of usable fur off the body. Eventually only Saila’s head remained. It was easily cut free from the naked body and placed next to the valuable pelt as the raccoon dumped the rest of the skinned male down a chute marked, Dog Food.
The raccoon thanked the foon’s head for such a lovely time and pelt before cleaning up for the next arrival.