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Kipp stood with his back pressed to the gate of MPC and waited for his trainer. It was his first day on the job, and god was it an early one. He’d expected late shifts, sure, but starting at 3am was really pushing it.\n\n\tWith a check of the time on the banks clock he confirmed that it was now 40 minutes past the start of his shift. He crossed his arms and huffed, breath leaving a white cloud in the still, crisp air. He’d have liked spending his shift inside, in the heat, rather than out in the open but hey, it meant he didn’t have to actually work.\n\n\tAs the clock ticked over to 3:45am he finally heard shuffling, metallic footsteps coming down the street at him. A shine of his phone's flashlight revealed who he assumed to be training him. A slightly taller, much more disheveled Cusige.\n\n\t“Hey. Kaden.” He said in a husky, sleep filled voice. Rubbing his eyes with one hand he reached the other out for a handshake. “Sorry I’m late, really couldn’t be assed to come out here.”\n\n\tKipp furrowed his eyebrows, watching as the other cusige took their hand back after a while and scratched at their chest fur. Their uniform wasn’t even on right, it was unbuttoned all the way down to their happy trail and hanging off their shoulders.\n\n\n\tKaden took note of Kipp’s appearance as well. Uniform on correctly, if not a little wrinkled. Boots and gloves, hair tied back in a spiky ponytail. His eyes trailed up his head and wandered his lures. He was quite fond of the cusige who had lures, their meat always burned when it went down. \n\n\tLittle yellow freckles peppered his forehead around where they attached. By the look of the large scar on one of his long loafs Kaden presumed he was either an Oasis or Depth race of cusige. He then turned his attention onto his eyes, as tired and deadpan as his own, and smirked. “Not a talkative one, huh? Perfect. Neither am I. Let’s get this over with and never speak again, cool?”\n\n\tAs he unlocked the gate and led the way inside, Kipp wondered why they assigned him to someone like Kaden. The factory loomed high above them, tinted windows few and far between only making it look more foreboding and suspicious. \n\nThankfully, once they passed through the heavy metal doors warm air hit them. He rubbed his gloved hands along his sleeves. His race might have been more suited for the cold, but that didn’t mean he had to enjoy being forced to stand in it for nearly an hour because someone ‘couldn’t be assed’ to show up to their job.\n\nAs they made their way through the building Kaden pointed out what the important rooms and hallways were. The cafeteria, lounge room, a workout room, even a floor of dormitories for those who lived on job. Kipp was surprised to find out that most of the butchering was done on the top 3 floors. \n\n“It’s to keep the meat from escaping.” Kaden had explained. “The kittle-cattle and normal farm animals are processed in the smaller buildings, we specialize in sentiants.” He then ushered Kipp into a large, sterile room on the top floor. \n\n“Boots and gloves stay on past here, and hair stays up.” The other cusige said, pulling his hair into a tight bun. “I’ll run you through how to process a live one, then you can handle a dead one on your own. I’ll help you if you get stuck. Oh, and I really don’t give a shit if the rest of your uniform is up to code. Higher ups will, though.”\n\nKipp nodded, unbuttoning the top button of his jumpsuit to give himself some more breathing room. Getting to the dead subject was what he was most excited for, preferring to just skip over all the warm, loud, writhing messes of butchering one while still alive.\n\nIt was part of the job, though. Looking Kaden over he wondered how good the security on this place was. They were doing underground business, so it had to be pretty heavy. Getting away with fucking the bodies would probably prove difficult.\n\nKaden finished preparing the table and turned to grab Kipp’s attention. He was staring off into the top corner of the room, silent. She checked; Nothing was there. \n\n“You looking for the cameras?” \n\nThe sudden question startled Kipp a bit, but he quickly regained his composure. There was no way Kaden could know why he was looking for the cameras, so there was no reason for him to worry over being open about it. \n\n“Yeah. I’m surprised this place isn’t plastered with them.” He said, adjusting his gloves and taking note of which of the cleaners had been used to clean the table.\n\n“It’s because they don’t care what happens, so long as they get meat.” Kaden said, shrugging. “Lot of the people who work here are with gangs and use it as a way to get rid of their bodies. We’ve had some people bring in family members, some just like murdering, some genuinely interested in providing food, and others just looking to romp with a corpse. We’ve had them all. If they do their job, they do their job. Simple as that.”\n\n“Wouldn’t it contaminate the food? Or get them in legal trouble?”\n\n“Naw. They sterilize it after and most of the cops in the city are sentient eaters. A lot of the main cities for other cusige races haven’t even made it illegal.” Kaden explained. “And us here, well, we all are in it for shady reasons. Nobody can talk shit or judge cuz they’re here for something just as deplorable.”\n“You too?” Kipp asked.\n\n“Yup. Into cannibalism and murdering. There’s nothing quite like feeling someone go stiff, watching the life in their eyes fade out, all while you’re hilt deep inside them.” He nodded, smiling at the thought of it. “And you?”\n\n“I prefer them already dead.” Kipp responded. “No hassle, no struggle, no worry about this or that. Just you and them. You can even make new holes and fuck those, it’s amazing.”\n\n“You can do that if they’re still alive. I prefer the kidneys, or their belly buttons.”\n\n“Yeah, but they make a racket and a whole lot of extra work. Stomachs are pretty nice though, so are thighs. Nice and tough muscles.”\n\n“You’re a man of tastes, I dig that.” Kaden laughed. “We could even tag team it. I snuff ‘em out, you get them while they’re cold~ Yeah, yeah. That could work out well...”\n\nKipp, while appreciative that somebody seemed to understand his view point, was not so inclined to make buddy buddy so quickly.\n\n“Shouldn’t we get to work?”\n\n“Oh! Yeah that’s right.” The taller cusige said, patting his hands together. “Come with me, I’ll show you where we keep the living meat.”\n\nKaden ushered Kipp down the halls and into a large, dimly lit storage room. The sounds of crying, pleading, and various levels and types of illness almost seemed to dampen the air. In rows upon rows, stacked floor to ceiling on shelves, were tiny metal cages. Each housed a different person, each disheveled and hurt in one way or another.\n\n“Most of the time we just get to pick, but sometimes a client has a special order, or there’s a hunk of meat that’s being kept for later.” Kaden explained. “If you look at the info on the board in your assigned butcher room you can see what type of orders you have for that day. Ones that are off limits are on the high shelves. The red cages.”\n\nLooking up, Kipp could see an entire array of those red cages. The people inside them looked near death already, some practically ancient. He stepped aside as Kaden brought over a pallet jack and pushed it under one of the lowest cages. The occupant looked up at him to which he looked away.\n\nThe two of them didn’t speak on the way back. The only sound aside from their footsteps and the wheels of the jack was the quiet sobbing of their meat. \n\n“It’s well trained.” Kipp commented, rather happy to not be dealing with a screaming, flailing mess. “Are they sedated or broken?”\n\n“Bit of both.” Kaden bounced the door open with his butt then backed the jack into the room. “You really have to break them in order TO sedate them. Even if you hook them up to IVs they’d just rip them out. We don’t have the time for full body restraints to keep that from happening.”\n\nWhen the cage was unlocked the scared, meek cusige inside didn’t even fight. Kaden lifted her from the cage, then stood her up in front of them. She was nude, shivering, and covered in filth. She flinched each time her limbs were moved to be examined closer.\n\n“Alright Kipp. This one’s in pretty good shape, so it’ll be an easy demonstration. For the more wiley ones you gotta strap them down, but for these cute little ones you can simply…” Kaden stepped behind the female cusige’s back and smiled at Kipp. “Cut their throat!”\n\nIn a flash she had crumpled to the floor, neon pink blood spewing out of her freshly sliced neck. Kaden twirled the knife in his hand, seemingly delighted with his work, then wiped it off on his jumpsuit. \n\nAs the life was slowly fading from the girl, he lifted her gurgling form by the ankles and fastened them into the restraints. With a pull of the chain, she was lifted from the floor and hung limply in the air.\n\n“Fast.” Kipp nodded, surprised at how easy he’d made it look.\n\n“Yup! You really get the hang of it. Now, you can do the skinning and gutting on the table, but it’s much faster to do it hanging like this. First you make the skinning cuts…”\n\nThe knife slid around her wrists and ankles, down the insides of her legs, around her genitals and tail, then down the center of her chest, and up her arms.\n\n“Then you just gotta open up the torso, breaking the bones is fine since they’ll be washing and grinding the guts, and remove everything inside. Don’t be afraid to be rough with this part, nobody eating it will care.”\n\nKaden’s entire chest and arms up to his shoulders were covered in blood and viscera as he ripped organ after organ out of the new deceased cusige.\n\nKipp looked into the bucket that the guts were being tossed into. This girl had some pretty insides, all pink and bright. When Kaden motioned for him to help, he reached his arm in, grabbed whatever he touched first, and ripped it out with a sickening squelch.\n\nIt was her heart, still warm and soft.\n \t“That’s the best part.” Kaden patted him on the back, leaving sticky pink hand prints behind. “Hearts, livers, and genitals we put aside since those have medicinal properties.”\n\n\tThe oasis cusige tossed the heart into the bucket the other had held up, then looked back at the body. She looked a lot better this way, he thought. Almost like she was begging to be filled again as the cold air seeped into her paling skin.\n\n\t“Be careful when skinning them. A lot of it is just dried for chips or sold as scraps, but if you can manage to get a full skin with no damage you get a real nice tip.” Kaden instructed, beginning to gently ease the skin off of the body.\n\n\tKipp helped, holding her limbs still as Kaden slid the knife and his fingers between muscle and pelt. It ripped at the base of the tail, causing him to let out a defeated sigh, but the rest of it came off near perfectly.\n\n\t“Woof.” Catching his breath, Kaden took a step back and admired his work. “How ya’ holdin’ up? Ready for the next step?”\n\n\t“Sure as fuck am.”\n\n\t“Bombass. This’ll be the last one, then you can get your hands dirty too.”\n\n\tKaden walked Kipp through all the cuts of meat, and which bins to put them in. Each cut had a different grade and a different price, so it was important to remove and sort them properly. By the time they were done what was once a pretty Cusige was now mostly a pile of bones and sinew on the floor. \n\n\tAfter handing over the keycard the desert cusige started to clean and mop the floor. The next meat due for harvesting was from the freezer, something he trusted Kipp could do on his own even on his first try. It was simple, walk down to the marked door, pick out a pretty corpse, and carry it on back.\n\n\tThe hardest part was actually picking. Kipp slowly walked through the cold, foggy air and looked over every husk there was. Males, females, herms, some in between. All colors and races and all cold, quiet and dead.\n\n\tAfter a while he settled on a pastel yellow herm with deep blue and purple hair. With a huff, he slung them over his shoulder and started on his way back to the work room. They were always so much heavier when they were dead, it seemed, but he hardly broke a sweat.\n\n\tUpon arriving back he found Kaden sitting in the corner on the floor, head drooped forward as he snored. Quick sleeper. But hey, it meant Kipp had at least a little privacy with the corpse he picked out.\n\n\tAfter laying it on the table he ran his gloved hands over their fur, caressing their face and stomach, then parting their legs and having a gander at their genitals. Standard asshole, and standard herm vagina. It was a shame the body had gone limp after so much time, as their penis was now sheathed. \n\n\tNevertheless, Kipp eased his jumpsuit off his shoulders and chest, then reached inside and pulled out his now hardened and unsheathed cock. He absentmindedly pumped it while thinking about where he’d like to fuck them. The already made holes were easiest, of course, but the texture of making your own really couldn’t be beat.\n\n\tLooking over his shoulder he confirmed Kaden was still fast asleep in the corner. So much for asking if he could buy their leg. Well, one messed up piece of meat would be fine...right? It’s just a leg. Sure, Kaden specified it as a good piece of meat but…\n\n\tWell it’s his fault for sleeping with the newbie doing all the work. Fuck it! \n\n\tKipp took one of the slim knives and plunged it into the corpse’s thigh. Wiggling it around some, then pushing it in and out a few times, he finally had a hole he could press himself into. Juice was dripping down his thigh and his dick was throbbing in excitement.\n\n\tGently, he pushed himself into the newly made hole. The meat was cold, tough, heavenly. He grunted softly into his hand as he felt it rip around him, tearing to handle his girth. He rested inside their leg, hilt deep in muscle tissue, and enjoyed the chill seeping into his dick.\n\n\tKaden moved in the corner, reminding him that he didn’t have all night to enjoy the feeling, so he started thrusting into the leg. Wet, disgusting squelches and slaps filled the room as half congealed blood lubricated his assault. His spines were tearing into the flesh even more, chunks being ripped out with each pull out. It was hard to hold back, it’d been quite a while since Kipp had last been able to fuck a corpse this cold.\n\n\tHis hips bucked wildly as his orgasm built inside him. The table rattled with the force, his breath coming out in short, uneven puffs of smoke. With a shudder and an extra violent thrust he came deep inside the corpse’s leg, right against their femur. It was a feeling unlike any other.\n\n\tA satisfied, pleased shiver ran up his spine as he pulled out, wiped his cock off on the victims clean fur, then fixed his uniform. The actual butchering of the corpse went by like a breeze. He fucked up the skin in a couple places, and the one hunk of meat was fucked to oblivion, but other than that he was pretty proud of his work!\n\n\t“Took ya long enough.” Commented Kaden’s husky, sleepy voice from the corner.\n\n\tKipp nearly jumped out of his skin. He spun around, and faced the other cusige who was leisurely relaxing in the corner still, but now with his cock out and a questionable splot of fluid on the floor in front of him.\n\t“Usually newbies fuck the first live one I bring in, or go ham in the necro-dream-closet. Was surprised you’d bring them all the way back here AND finish your job~”\n\n\t“How long have you been awake??” Kipp huffed. \n\n\t“Long enough to watch you bust a nut in their leg.”\n\n\t“Great…”\n\n\tKaden laughed at Kipp’s reactions, standing and putting his dick back in his pants. He sauntered over and examined the other cusige’s work. Decent skin work, cut properly, sorted. Not too shabby. Most newbies fucked up half or more of their cuts.\n\n\t“You did a swell job.” He finally said, patting Kipp on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about the piece of meat you literally fucked. Just toss it in with the hooves and neck and such, the grinder meat. So long as at least...Eh, 85% of it is done right the higher ups won’t give you any flack.”\n\n\tKipp didn’t really know how to respond.\n\n\t“Congrats.” Kaden said, saving him from having to figure it out. “You’re trained. Cya some other time. Your assignments are on the board.”\n\n\tWith a wave of his hand, he left, leaving Kipp alone.\n\n\tHe stood there for a while, unsure what to make of the entire night, then finally turned to check out the board. He had to butcher 4 more corpses before the end of his shift then any past that would be counted as extra pay. Nobody else was scheduled with him, not even Kaden.\n\n\tHe smiled. There had been quite a few other corpses that looked delectable. With a pat of his gloves and a new skip in his step, Kipp went back down to the freezer to pick out his next romp of the night.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It was a cold, dark morning. Kipp stood with his back pressed to the gate of MPC and waited for his trainer. It was his first day on the job, and god was it an early one. He’d expected late shifts, sure, but starting at 3am was really pushing it.

\tWith a check of the time on the banks clock he confirmed that it was now 40 minutes past the start of his shift. He crossed his arms and huffed, breath leaving a white cloud in the still, crisp air. He’d have liked spending his shift inside, in the heat, rather than out in the open but hey, it meant he didn’t have to actually work.

\tAs the clock ticked over to 3:45am he finally heard shuffling, metallic footsteps coming down the street at him. A shine of his phone's flashlight revealed who he assumed to be training him. A slightly taller, much more disheveled Cusige.

\t“Hey. Kaden.” He said in a husky, sleep filled voice. Rubbing his eyes with one hand he reached the other out for a handshake. “Sorry I’m late, really couldn’t be assed to come out here.”

\tKipp furrowed his eyebrows, watching as the other cusige took their hand back after a while and scratched at their chest fur. Their uniform wasn’t even on right, it was unbuttoned all the way down to their happy trail and hanging off their shoulders.


\tKaden took note of Kipp’s appearance as well. Uniform on correctly, if not a little wrinkled. Boots and gloves, hair tied back in a spiky ponytail. His eyes trailed up his head and wandered his lures. He was quite fond of the cusige who had lures, their meat always burned when it went down.

\tLittle yellow freckles peppered his forehead around where they attached. By the look of the large scar on one of his long loafs Kaden presumed he was either an Oasis or Depth race of cusige. He then turned his attention onto his eyes, as tired and deadpan as his own, and smirked. “Not a talkative one, huh? Perfect. Neither am I. Let’s get this over with and never speak again, cool?”

\tAs he unlocked the gate and led the way inside, Kipp wondered why they assigned him to someone like Kaden. The factory loomed high above them, tinted windows few and far between only making it look more foreboding and suspicious.

Thankfully, once they passed through the heavy metal doors warm air hit them. He rubbed his gloved hands along his sleeves. His race might have been more suited for the cold, but that didn’t mean he had to enjoy being forced to stand in it for nearly an hour because someone ‘couldn’t be assed’ to show up to their job.

As they made their way through the building Kaden pointed out what the important rooms and hallways were. The cafeteria, lounge room, a workout room, even a floor of dormitories for those who lived on job. Kipp was surprised to find out that most of the butchering was done on the top 3 floors.

“It’s to keep the meat from escaping.” Kaden had explained. “The kittle-cattle and normal farm animals are processed in the smaller buildings, we specialize in sentiants.” He then ushered Kipp into a large, sterile room on the top floor.

“Boots and gloves stay on past here, and hair stays up.” The other cusige said, pulling his hair into a tight bun. “I’ll run you through how to process a live one, then you can handle a dead one on your own. I’ll help you if you get stuck. Oh, and I really don’t give a shit if the rest of your uniform is up to code. Higher ups will, though.”

Kipp nodded, unbuttoning the top button of his jumpsuit to give himself some more breathing room. Getting to the dead subject was what he was most excited for, preferring to just skip over all the warm, loud, writhing messes of butchering one while still alive.

It was part of the job, though. Looking Kaden over he wondered how good the security on this place was. They were doing underground business, so it had to be pretty heavy. Getting away with fucking the bodies would probably prove difficult.

Kaden finished preparing the table and turned to grab Kipp’s attention. He was staring off into the top corner of the room, silent. She checked; Nothing was there.

“You looking for the cameras?”  

The sudden question startled Kipp a bit, but he quickly regained his composure. There was no way Kaden could know why he was looking for the cameras, so there was no reason for him to worry over being open about it.

“Yeah. I’m surprised this place isn’t plastered with them.” He said, adjusting his gloves and taking note of which of the cleaners had been used to clean the table.

“It’s because they don’t care what happens, so long as they get meat.” Kaden said, shrugging. “Lot of the people who work here are with gangs and use it as a way to get rid of their bodies. We’ve had some people bring in family members, some just like murdering, some genuinely interested in providing food, and others just looking to romp with a corpse. We’ve had them all. If they do their job, they do their job. Simple as that.”

“Wouldn’t it contaminate the food? Or get them in legal trouble?”

“Naw. They sterilize it after and most of the cops in the city are sentient eaters. A lot of the main cities for other cusige races haven’t even made it illegal.” Kaden explained. “And us here, well, we all are in it for shady reasons. Nobody can talk shit or judge cuz they’re here for something just as deplorable.”
“You too?” Kipp asked.

“Yup. Into cannibalism and murdering. There’s nothing quite like feeling someone go stiff, watching the life in their eyes fade out, all while you’re hilt deep inside them.” He nodded, smiling at the thought of it. “And you?”

“I prefer them already dead.” Kipp responded. “No hassle, no struggle, no worry about this or that. Just you and them. You can even make new holes and fuck those, it’s amazing.”

“You can do that if they’re still alive. I prefer the kidneys, or their belly buttons.”

“Yeah, but they make a racket and a whole lot of extra work. Stomachs are pretty nice though, so are thighs. Nice and tough muscles.”

“You’re a man of tastes, I dig that.” Kaden laughed. “We could even tag team it. I snuff ‘em out, you get them while they’re cold~ Yeah, yeah. That could work out well...”

Kipp, while appreciative that somebody seemed to understand his view point, was not so inclined to make buddy buddy so quickly.

“Shouldn’t we get to work?”

“Oh! Yeah that’s right.” The taller cusige said, patting his hands together. “Come with me, I’ll show you where we keep the living meat.”

Kaden ushered Kipp down the halls and into a large, dimly lit storage room. The sounds of crying, pleading, and various levels and types of illness almost seemed to dampen the air. In rows upon rows, stacked floor to ceiling on shelves, were tiny metal cages. Each housed a different person, each disheveled and hurt in one way or another.

“Most of the time we just get to pick, but sometimes a client has a special order, or there’s a hunk of meat that’s being kept for later.” Kaden explained. “If you look at the info on the board in your assigned butcher room you can see what type of orders you have for that day. Ones that are off limits are on the high shelves. The red cages.”

Looking up, Kipp could see an entire array of those red cages. The people inside them looked near death already, some practically ancient. He stepped aside as Kaden brought over a pallet jack and pushed it under one of the lowest cages. The occupant looked up at him to which he looked away.

The two of them didn’t speak on the way back. The only sound aside from their footsteps and the wheels of the jack was the quiet sobbing of their meat.

“It’s well trained.” Kipp commented, rather happy to not be dealing with a screaming, flailing mess. “Are they sedated or broken?”

“Bit of both.” Kaden bounced the door open with his butt then backed the jack into the room. “You really have to break them in order TO sedate them. Even if you hook them up to IVs they’d just rip them out. We don’t have the time for full body restraints to keep that from happening.”

When the cage was unlocked the scared, meek cusige inside didn’t even fight. Kaden lifted her from the cage, then stood her up in front of them. She was nude, shivering, and covered in filth. She flinched each time her limbs were moved to be examined closer.

“Alright Kipp. This one’s in pretty good shape, so it’ll be an easy demonstration. For the more wiley ones you gotta strap them down, but for these cute little ones you can simply…” Kaden stepped behind the female cusige’s back and smiled at Kipp. “Cut their throat!”

In a flash she had crumpled to the floor, neon pink blood spewing out of her freshly sliced neck. Kaden twirled the knife in his hand, seemingly delighted with his work, then wiped it off on his jumpsuit.

As the life was slowly fading from the girl, he lifted her gurgling form by the ankles and fastened them into the restraints. With a pull of the chain, she was lifted from the floor and hung limply in the air.

“Fast.” Kipp nodded, surprised at how easy he’d made it look.

“Yup! You really get the hang of it. Now, you can do the skinning and gutting on the table, but it’s much faster to do it hanging like this. First you make the skinning cuts…”

The knife slid around her wrists and ankles, down the insides of her legs, around her genitals and tail, then down the center of her chest, and up her arms.

“Then you just gotta open up the torso, breaking the bones is fine since they’ll be washing and grinding the guts, and remove everything inside. Don’t be afraid to be rough with this part, nobody eating it will care.”

Kaden’s entire chest and arms up to his shoulders were covered in blood and viscera as he ripped organ after organ out of the new deceased cusige.

Kipp looked into the bucket that the guts were being tossed into. This girl had some pretty insides, all pink and bright. When Kaden motioned for him to help, he reached his arm in, grabbed whatever he touched first, and ripped it out with a sickening squelch.

It was her heart, still warm and soft.
 \t“That’s the best part.” Kaden patted him on the back, leaving sticky pink hand prints behind. “Hearts, livers, and genitals we put aside since those have medicinal properties.”

\tThe oasis cusige tossed the heart into the bucket the other had held up, then looked back at the body. She looked a lot better this way, he thought. Almost like she was begging to be filled again as the cold air seeped into her paling skin.

\t“Be careful when skinning them. A lot of it is just dried for chips or sold as scraps, but if you can manage to get a full skin with no damage you get a real nice tip.” Kaden instructed, beginning to gently ease the skin off of the body.

\tKipp helped, holding her limbs still as Kaden slid the knife and his fingers between muscle and pelt. It ripped at the base of the tail, causing him to let out a defeated sigh, but the rest of it came off near perfectly.

\t“Woof.” Catching his breath, Kaden took a step back and admired his work. “How ya’ holdin’ up? Ready for the next step?”

\t“Sure as fuck am.”

\t“Bombass. This’ll be the last one, then you can get your hands dirty too.”

\tKaden walked Kipp through all the cuts of meat, and which bins to put them in. Each cut had a different grade and a different price, so it was important to remove and sort them properly. By the time they were done what was once a pretty Cusige was now mostly a pile of bones and sinew on the floor.

\tAfter handing over the keycard the desert cusige started to clean and mop the floor. The next meat due for harvesting was from the freezer, something he trusted Kipp could do on his own even on his first try. It was simple, walk down to the marked door, pick out a pretty corpse, and carry it on back.

\tThe hardest part was actually picking. Kipp slowly walked through the cold, foggy air and looked over every husk there was. Males, females, herms, some in between. All colors and races and all cold, quiet and dead.

\tAfter a while he settled on a pastel yellow herm with deep blue and purple hair. With a huff, he slung them over his shoulder and started on his way back to the work room. They were always so much heavier when they were dead, it seemed, but he hardly broke a sweat.

\tUpon arriving back he found Kaden sitting in the corner on the floor, head drooped forward as he snored. Quick sleeper. But hey, it meant Kipp had at least a little privacy with the corpse he picked out.

\tAfter laying it on the table he ran his gloved hands over their fur, caressing their face and stomach, then parting their legs and having a gander at their genitals. Standard asshole, and standard herm vagina. It was a shame the body had gone limp after so much time, as their penis was now sheathed.

\tNevertheless, Kipp eased his jumpsuit off his shoulders and chest, then reached inside and pulled out his now hardened and unsheathed cock. He absentmindedly pumped it while thinking about where he’d like to fuck them. The already made holes were easiest, of course, but the texture of making your own really couldn’t be beat.

\tLooking over his shoulder he confirmed Kaden was still fast asleep in the corner. So much for asking if he could buy their leg. Well, one messed up piece of meat would be fine...right? It’s just a leg. Sure, Kaden specified it as a good piece of meat but…

\tWell it’s his fault for sleeping with the newbie doing all the work. Fuck it!

\tKipp took one of the slim knives and plunged it into the corpse’s thigh. Wiggling it around some, then pushing it in and out a few times, he finally had a hole he could press himself into. Juice was dripping down his thigh and his dick was throbbing in excitement.

\tGently, he pushed himself into the newly made hole. The meat was cold, tough, heavenly. He grunted softly into his hand as he felt it rip around him, tearing to handle his girth. He rested inside their leg, hilt deep in muscle tissue, and enjoyed the chill seeping into his dick.

\tKaden moved in the corner, reminding him that he didn’t have all night to enjoy the feeling, so he started thrusting into the leg. Wet, disgusting squelches and slaps filled the room as half congealed blood lubricated his assault. His spines were tearing into the flesh even more, chunks being ripped out with each pull out. It was hard to hold back, it’d been quite a while since Kipp had last been able to fuck a corpse this cold.

\tHis hips bucked wildly as his orgasm built inside him. The table rattled with the force, his breath coming out in short, uneven puffs of smoke. With a shudder and an extra violent thrust he came deep inside the corpse’s leg, right against their femur. It was a feeling unlike any other.

\tA satisfied, pleased shiver ran up his spine as he pulled out, wiped his cock off on the victims clean fur, then fixed his uniform. The actual butchering of the corpse went by like a breeze. He fucked up the skin in a couple places, and the one hunk of meat was fucked to oblivion, but other than that he was pretty proud of his work!

\t“Took ya long enough.” Commented Kaden’s husky, sleepy voice from the corner.

\tKipp nearly jumped out of his skin. He spun around, and faced the other cusige who was leisurely relaxing in the corner still, but now with his cock out and a questionable splot of fluid on the floor in front of him.
\t“Usually newbies fuck the first live one I bring in, or go ham in the necro-dream-closet. Was surprised you’d bring them all the way back here AND finish your job~”

\t“How long have you been awake??” Kipp huffed.

\t“Long enough to watch you bust a nut in their leg.”

\t“Great…”

\tKaden laughed at Kipp’s reactions, standing and putting his dick back in his pants. He sauntered over and examined the other cusige’s work. Decent skin work, cut properly, sorted. Not too shabby. Most newbies fucked up half or more of their cuts.

\t“You did a swell job.” He finally said, patting Kipp on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about the piece of meat you literally fucked. Just toss it in with the hooves and neck and such, the grinder meat. So long as at least...Eh, 85% of it is done right the higher ups won’t give you any flack.”

\tKipp didn’t really know how to respond.

\t“Congrats.” Kaden said, saving him from having to figure it out. “You’re trained. Cya some other time. Your assignments are on the board.”

\tWith a wave of his hand, he left, leaving Kipp alone.

\tHe stood there for a while, unsure what to make of the entire night, then finally turned to check out the board. He had to butcher 4 more corpses before the end of his shift then any past that would be counted as extra pay. Nobody else was scheduled with him, not even Kaden.

\tHe smiled. There had been quite a few other corpses that looked delectable. With a pat of his gloves and a new skip in his step, Kipp went back down to the freezer to pick out his next romp of the night.
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