“Where am I?” Benny groaned, the brightly colored rooster reached up to hold his pulsing head with a wing. The rooster found his wings were tightly bound to his featherly body as he struggled to move. Slowly the bright specks of light in his eyes faded and his normal vision started to return. “Oh fuck!” Benny squawked as he recognized his perilous surroundings. He was hanging upside down from the rafter beam of a small shack. Other less-live avians hung around him as he looked through the rough slotted boards of the shack. From what he could see he guessed he was somewhere in the lower docks, and the strong odor of predators probably meant he was in one of the city's numerous illicit meat corners.


“Oh it’s awake!” Benny heard a low growling voice as a large white fox wearing rubber gloves, a butcher’s apron, and thick leather boots entered the dimly lit shack. Benny gulped, his beak hung right at the vulpine’s crotch. The large carving knife slung at the canine’s hip clicked against the fox’s hip with an ominous rhythm at each step the vulpine took.


“Good morning, meat.” Benny’s captor greeted him with a thick slurring of words typical of animals from the polar regions. Benny’s body shivered as the fox’s paws reached out rubbing along the rooster’s chest and sides. “A very fine specimen indeed,” the fox complimented Benny as he kneeled so his toothy grin was just above the rooster’s face. “I’m in quite a hurry so I'm going to make this quick.” The butcher started as Benny interrupted.


“Let me go!” Benny demanded, knowing full well once a prey species landed themselves on the docks the chance they would be seen again, at least alive, was almost nil. Still the rooster’s survival instinct was greater than his common sense as his demand was rewarded with a solid fist to his gut. The wind rushed out of his lungs as he wheezed and coughed.


“As I was saying,” the fox continued as Benny sputtered, his stomach aching from the impact. “I have a special request for a live chicken. If you cooperate you may walk out with your life at least..” The fox’s grin made Benny’s skin crawl as the butcher reached up. The loud clang of chains was accompanied with a sudden sensation of falling before Benny hit the ground in a crumpled heap. “On your feet!” The vulpined demanded as Benny was dragged off the floor.


“Live chicken?” Benny stammered the full weight of what the dangerous pred had said, finally sinking into his head now he was standing in a normal position. His head looked down to his vent and shuddered. He couldn’t imagine living without his pride and joy, but a soft voice in the back of his mind told him, “At least you’ll be alive.” Benny’s head bobbed as he felt the fox’s heavy paw on his shoulders. 


“Move it, unless you want to end up like them.” The simple command set Benny’s feet into motion as he walked past rows of hanging birds. Each one hung limp with their throats slashed, some were already plucked naked ready to be fried or roasted. The forceful shoving from behind kept Benny moving with little time to process the macabe sight around him. 


Bright light assaulted the rooster’s eyes as he stepped through the entrance of the slaughter shack. As his sight adjusted he could see the dim shapes of various other animals sitting at various tables. His feet shuffled across soft carpet as he guided to a large private booth. Benny gulped as he stared beak to beak with a large raptor. The horned owl’s large eyes made Benny feel small and insignificant, as if the larger avian was judging his soul. 


“This is your finest rooster?” The owl’s voice was soft, like a whispering wind but there was a lingering eerie aftereffect that made Benny’s tail feathers stand up. Benny stood motionless as his vulpine handler fluffed up the rooster’s qualities. The diner nodded his feathery head as the fox continued, commenting on Benny’s thick drumsticks, fine plumage, and breast meat. “I’m only interested in one part.” The owl silenced the butcher by raising a large wing.
“Yes, Sir! Just name it and we’ll cook it up for you.” Benny shivered hearing the canine’s response. The large avian shook his head and pointed to his chest with a wing tip.


“I’ll do the cooking. You can prepare though.” The owl’s sharp beak made Benny even more uneasy as the vulpine gave him a commanding glare before stepping away.


“What do you want to cook?” Benny gulped as he asked the great horned owl, his crest laid flat against his head. The smile on the owl’s small beak made the barn fowl quiver as the great bird stood, pointing a wickedly curved talon at Benny’s crotch. “That?” Benny stammered as the fox returned carrying a knife and small electric hibachi grill. The owl sat back in the padded seat as the vulpine set the grill up on the table before dragging a nearly payalized Benny close.


“Come on, you want to leave right?” The butcher fox asked with a smile.


Benny bobbed his head up and down stupidly as he watched the owl point at his crotch again. “Ye-ye-yes.” Benny stuttered as his feathered wing tips covered his exposed groin. 


The butcher nodded in acknowledgement, his paws drifted to Benny’s crotch, batting the wings aside as the grill warmed up. Benny clucked softly as the vulpine fingers dug into his vent, feeling around. The unaccustomed stretching stung but still Benny couldn’t help feeling his member start to plump as it was forcibly dragged out of his cloaca. “No,’ he protested weakly as his nearly 7 inch tapered member hung floppy in the vulpine’s paw.


“Oh that’s a sad sight.” Benny heard the fox mutter as he felt a firm squeeze at the base of his cock. Benny’s hips bucked instinctively into the surprisingly soft paw of his butcher as he let out a low chuck-chuck. The squeeze Benny was enjoying turned into a well paced slide as the canine worked to plump the rooster meat. No matter how hard he tried Benny couldn’t fight nature as his member grew thicker till it was a hard throbbing salami.


“Oh no!” Benny covered his face with his wings as the fox picked up a knife. As he felt the cold steel press against his meat, Benny let out a soft chuff of alarm. The thin blade easily sliced the tip of his cock off, the sliver of meat landing neatly on a waiting platter. Whimpering as his salami was shaved down from 7 inches to 6, Benny peeked out from his wing feathers. 


The faint sound of sizzling and the aroma of grilled meat greeted Benny as he watched the owl dip a slice of chicken cock into a bowl of sauce then drop it into his beak. Benny hesitated then looked down, his crotch feathers were stained with blood and his once mighty member was now reduced to a meager inch long. His urethra and spongy internal tissues were clearly visible as the knife wielding butcher sliced another piece of his cock onto the plate. 


Benny’s knees started to wobble as the owl finished his third plate of chicken bites. Putting his wing to his forehead Benny blacked out the last thing he saw was the owl savouring the last bite of his cock, nothing was spared even the root buried in his vent. 


Hours later Benny woke up leaning against the wall of his apartment building. His head and groin pounded with pain as he fumbled with the knob of his door before collapsing into his home, grateful to be alive even if he was more like a hen then the rooster he had been.