It was a quiet night at the toon town fish canning factory as the young Icewind slowly walked around the grounds. She was a young Dragoness, only 25 years old. She had a body that could stop traffic, with a lovely chest, wide hips and thighs, and a booty that would shake all night. She could have gotten any modeling job, but recently the modeling world was going through a “Small girl” phase, so work was tight. She had recently been hired as a security guard for the night shift. She sighed as she slowly made her way around the outside of the building. There was never really anything going on during the night shift. The odd animal or wind causing something to fall over was all she had seen so far. Tonight however was going to change her life. 


        After finishing her second walk around of the night, she headed back to her office to relax and watch the cameras for a while. She let out a sigh and plopped down in the office chair. She gave a quick scan over the TVs spread out over the desk before she reached into her lunch box for her thermos of coffee. While she was pouring herself a third cup of coffee for the night, she caught a glimpse of something on the otter main door camera. She took it to be just a glitch of a leaf blowing by the camera at first. As she was stirring in some sugar, she saw more movement on the side wall camera. She frowned and took a sip of her coffee as she looked for anything out of the ordinary. 


        Soon enough, she caught sight of two masked figures at a side maintenance door, attempting to break in. They looked like a pair of 1930s cartoon burglars, with the black eye masks, black and white striped shirts, and black pants. Icewind smiled as she watched them, happy to finally have something to do in her job. She set down her coffee and grabbed her nightstick to head out to chase them off. She rightly couldn’t think of what these guys could be here to steal, but it didn’t matter, she was the security guard and it was her job to stop them. 


        She soon reached the door where the burglars had come in, finding it force open. She then heard noises a little way down the hallway and made her way down to investigate. She walked slowly so as to not spook the intruders and soon came up to the office area. She watched them from around the corner as the pair rifled through old filing cabinets, clearing looking for something important. Before long, one of them held up a folder. That’s when Icewind jumped out. 

        “Hey! What are you doing? Put that down,” She shouted at them, hoping it would work. The pair jumped in surprise and looked around the room frantically, looking for any exit. They then turned and bolted toward a second door. 


        “HEY! Come back here,” She shouted as she began to chase after them. She kept right on their heels as they raced through the factory offices, eventually getting out into the Factory floor. At night the factory was completely automated, leaving Icewind and the burglars on the floor. As they raced around the factory, they eventually made their way up onto a catwalk that overlooked the fish hopper. She soon had the burglars cornered and stopped to catch her breath.


        “OK! Listen, you have nowhere to go. Just hand over the folder,” She said panting heavily. The thieves looked around and then at each other, giving a subtle nod before they tossed the folder into the Hopper below. Without thinking Icewind made a lunge for the folder. She instantly regretted her decision as she missed the folder and tumbled over the rail. She scrambled to grab the rail or the catwalk, but her hand missed by inches. She yielded out as she landed flat on her back with a wet slap, knocking the wind out of her and stunning her. As she laid there gasping for air, she watched as one of the burglars threw down a weird sticky hand and used it to pull the folder back up to them. They then laughed at her and ran back the way they came. 


        Icewind blushed and groaned as she tried to recover. All the while a crane shaped like a gloved cartoon hand came over and picked up fish one by one, tossing them into be processed and canned. She knew she would have to get out before she too would join the can at the end of the line. She struggled to move toward the side of the hopper, getting herself covered in toon fish slime, but she was too slow and soon the hand found her. It grabbed her by the ankle, thinking she was just another Tuna like all the rest in the hopper and picked her up into the air. She let out a yelp as she swayed in the air. She tried to reach up and pull herself free as it carried her over to the entrance of the machine. It stopped with a shudder and let out a buzz as the hand opened again, dropping her down. She yelped as she tumbled down the chute into the first stage of the machine, the descaler.


        She tumbled for a few seconds as she was rubbed against grated sides. The sides got more narrow as she slid, straightening her out. The descaler pulled at her uniform, ripping it off and leaving her naked by the time she slid out of the chute and landed onto the conveyor. She yelped and covered herself as the belt shuddered along. She watched as another fish fell on to the belt behind her, then another and another. She had to get out before it was too late, but with no one else here, she only had herself. The belt had a ceiling above it, only giving her a few inches of play. She wasn’t sure what came next, but she had to wait for her opportunity. 


        Her attention was soon pulled ahead as she heard a loud THUMP THUMP THUMP. She looked ahead and saw several pistons pounding on the line ahead, tenderizing the fish as they went along. She yelped and tried to roll on to her belly and crawl back up the line, but it was slippery and she only succeeded in knocking the fish off. The thumping got louder as she continued to get closer, And before long 

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!


        Icewind began to pass under the pistons. Each one pounding her on to the belt and stretching her out with each pass. Soon she was just about a few inches thick. She let out a muffled moan as she continued on past the pistons. She groaned and pushed her head off the belt, wobbling back and forth in a dizzy haze. She shook her head and slowly popped back out into shape, wondering how she was still alive. What she didn’t know was that toon town extended its cartoon physics to any person that stayed there. She shook her head again as the line continued on. 


        Before there was a second set of tenderizers, this time coming in from the sides. Icewind yelped and tried to scramble away again. Soon though, she came not the first set of tenderizers. THUMP! They hit her square in the belly, squeezing her tight and making her eye and breasts bulge out. She let out a quiet squeak as her body slowly popped back into shape. Before it could, THUMP, another set hit her, making her eyes and breast bulge out more. She squeaked again, feeling like some kind of stress toy as she continued onto the third. THUMP! THUMP THUMP! The last one hit her three times in a row, making her squeak loudly each time before flopping down to the belt again. Soon, she flopped back onto the belt and struggled to recover as the belt moved on again. 


        Icewind soon popped back to her normal shape as the belt shuddered along. She soon heard a loud grinding coming from ahead. He swallowed hard as she knew what it was, the grinder. She began to panic as she wasn’t sure if she would survive this part. As the line pushed her closer and closer to the end she saw the tuna in front of her drop into the grinder. A loud buzz and crunch followed by little flakes of tuna meat flying up. Icewind swallowed hard and began to look around for an escape. Luckily for her, the hopper that led to the grinder was open top, all she had to do was jump. She quickly got into a squat and readied herself to make a jump for it. As soon as she reached the end, she jumped as hard as she could. She smiled as she cleared the top of the hopper. But she hadn’t jumped hard enough and her feet caught on the side, causing her to flip over and land on the outside of the grinder and into a waiting Bin full of tuna. She landed hard, knocking the wind out of her again. She groaned and laid in the bin As the line continued on.


        Before long she felt the bin shift and begin to tip over into a large vat. She let out a yelp as she landed face first with a hard splat. She groaned as she felt the shredded tune land on top of her. She struggled to roll over, getting coated in something white and slimy. She looked at it in confusion and brought her hand up to smell it. It was left over mayonnaise and pickle relish! She had been sent to the tuna salad line! She started to scramble to her feet and try to climb out, but everytime she did she slipped back down. As she struggled two nozzles moved over the vat and began to squirt in a good helping of new mayo and pickle relish on top of her. She coughed and sputtered as she scraped it off her face just in time to see a mixing paddle lower down. She yelped and jumped to the side to try and get out again. She didn’t have time though as the mixer started up as soon as it was half way in, causing her and the other ingredients to get mixed up. She yelped and groaned as she was tossed around the vat for several minutes while the mixer did its thing. By the time it finished, Icewind was left dizzy and confused. 


        Once the mixing was done a large piston began to lower down into the vat, pushing all the mixture and Icewind to the bottom and down into a now open hole. Icewind blushed as she felt her body compress down into the small pipe and get pushed along to the packaging area. It only took a few seconds but soon she felt herself extruding out of a nozzle into a waiting empty aluminum can. She went in feet first, and felt herself pile up and get even more compressed as the nozzle slowly moved upward. It took about 30 seconds, but soon her head popped out of the nozzle, fully filling the can. Icewind blushed and tried to move, but her body was so compact now, she was unable to even twitch. She felt the can move on down the line and watched as a lid was lowered down and clamped in place, sending her into darkness and sealing her tight. 


        Before she knew it, she entered the labeling machine. She yelped as she felt the can spin and get its label placed on with a bit of glue. With the machine being in toontown, it had a sense of humor to it, and instead of a smiling cartoon tuna fish on the label, there was Icewinds smiling face. The product name had also been changed. Instead of the label reading “Tuna Salad, packed in Mayo and Relish,” it instead read “Dragon Salad, packed in mayo and relish.” If Icewind was able to see it, she probably would have laughed a little at it. Before long, her can slide down the line and on to shipping. She was then loaded onto a cardboard packer, along with the other cans, and wrapped in plastic before being loaded onto a pallet and on a truck. 


        Icewind whined and moaned as she sat in her little dark prison, hoping that someone would find her soon and help her. But the night continued on with no help coming. In the morning, the truck headed off to deliver its fresh stock to the local toon town grocery store, where Icewind and the other cans found a new temporary home on the shelves of the canned meat aisle. Icewind could only sit and wait for a kind soul to buy her and set her free, and not make a sandwich out of her. Only time would tell.