[Yeah, seriously Emilia, I’m not joking, it’s really done like that… yeah, I’ll try to get some pics for you]
The black furred wolf with brown eyes locked his phone and sighed.
-She better uphold her part of this…
Dale left the copy room just as he noticed a couple of cute male foxes entering the room in a hurry and closed the door behind him. Could they have heard his conversation?
Dale gave not a care for them, he knew what they were doing in there, they wouldn’t talk about him, and he wouldn’t talk about them.

Dale began his rounds, checking the machinery for quality control. The mulchers were working just fine, turning chunks of low quality meat and bones into minced meat. There was a small leak of oil in the machine, he noted it down and kept checking the lines. There was a long band carrying big chunks of meat, the workers would slice em up into premium fillets, he pointed at one of them and a worker took it out of the line, and served it on a tray for Dale.
-Let us know about the quality check, boy.
Dale nodded and continued his round, taking the tray with him.

Once in his office, he inspected the various items he had collected from the production line, took a bite from a few of them, still raw, and wrote down on his note. The fox then made its way down to the kitchen, a huge white place full of furs of many species, some were chopping random pieces of fuckmeat, mostly the rejects from the muscle removal from upstairs.

-Hey cutie, how was your weekend?
A cute and fluffy red panda greeted Dale with a smooch on his cheek then turned around to check on the other cooks.
-Hey, hurry it up! We need more cum for the pasta sauce! You, this is too cooked, you’re gonna burn it. This needs more salt…
Dale checked out the panda as she nagged the cooks, a nice ass and big plump tits, he even noticed the bulge below her apron.
-Well, same as always, lonely and drunk, you know how my weekends are, Mary.
She went back to him, got really close to his face and grabbed his crotch.
-Did you consider my offer then?
Dale stopped her by bringing up a bag full of meat.
-Please? He asked.
-Fine fine.
She replied, taking the bag and emptying its contents on a table, soon enough her magic was done and in front of Dale laid a line of dishes, all with a nice presentation of meat.
-A lot of rejects lately huh?
She sat next to him, delicately brushing the fur on his arm.
-Yeah, we have a 300% production rate, but I asked Veil upstairs, says those rejects doesn’t exist.
He took a bite of the meatballs that Mary had just cooked for him.
-And this… what do you think?
She took a bite as well, just a small one since she didn’t enjoy meat.
-You’re onto something here, this is pure beef, and lots of cum…
Dale nodded, jotted down his notes and left back to his office. 

Taking seat on his comfy chair, he took his phone and called the last number.
[Hi.. yeah, I know we just talked, I’m onto something here, the numbers don’t add up. Something shady is going on here… well, more than usual]



This was becoming a mystery, Dale decided to pay another visit to the first line of process. Veil came out of the processing chamber to greet him, the fox smelled of cum.
-So you made a lot of copies eh?
Veil blushed.
-Need me for something?
-Yeah, what have you been cutting here?
Veil seemed confused by the question.
-Uh.. meat.
-Species.
-Oh, it's mostly felines, not much cattle, a few dogs here and there, same as always.
-And the rejects?
-Its still like 5%, mostly canines.
Dale thanked him and left, then made his way into the material income office. A very thin, feathered, ice dragon greeted him.
-Can I help you?
-Yeah, can you show me the material income records?  Numbers are not adding up.
The dragon left the desk for a moment, then came back with a print of the records.
A quick look at the paper revealed two things, there was no over income of cows, and the weight of the material registered was much higher than usual. Dale returned to his office once more, just to notice his desk phone was ringing. He picked it up.
[...yes, I’ll be right there]
Dale took the elevator to the tenth floor, a big empty room with only a huge door on it, closed and guarded by a couple of fierce rottweilers armed to the teeth. They looked at him, one knocked on the door, and the other one opened it a little and signaled him to enter.
It was dark inside, lights were very dim and most of the room was shrouded in darkness. It took him a couple seconds to adjust his eyes. 
In front of him, sitting on the desk, was the master, the owner, a large, tan-furred mountain lion, glowing blue eyes locked on Dale.
-Mr. Brishal, sir, I have noticed some unusual numbers in our records… 
He said, just before he noticed the head of a deceased black cat right behind the desk.
-Explain?
-Yes sir, we have a 300% production rate on the produces made from fuckmeat, and two parts of it are composed entirely of beef which hasn’t been re….
A noise made him look to his left, he could see a long couch, and sitting on it was a snow leopard girl with green eyes, kissing, biting, and cutting her own corpse.
-Umm… this income hasn’t been registered sir. Even the numbers of the income records don’t match up.
The large mountain lion, was calm.
-Yes, I know. It’s a new production process of mine.
Mr. Brishal pushed a button on his desk, a curtain moved over and lights turned on. Dale looked to his right, there was a huge water tank, and inside of it was a gazelle, tubes attached to her, air pumped right into her lungs.
-Emilia!
Dale shouted as he approached the tank, the mountain lion didn’t even move. The gazelle he had been talking to just a few hours ago was now part of some experiment.
-An acquaintance of mine just had this as a problem, I saw an opportunity. The mountain lion stated.
Emilia opened her eyes and looked at Dale, she shook her head no, not wanting him to see what was coming now. A painful gesture on her face as her body got tense and one by one one, ten cubs came out of her vagina, stretching her pussy until she cried. But her face no longer had pain, she was enjoying it.
-I think she’s broken enough now.
The lion pushed another button on his desk.
-Take her to the room, let the fuck meat get her pregnant again, lets see if this time she doesn’t kill herself.
-[Yes sir]
-Why are you doing this?
Dale asked, confronting his boss.
-You broke the rules, you gave her information from inside my company, so we had to take care of her, look at her face, she won’t be writing that newspaper article now, and probably won’t talk anymore either… As for you…
Dale noticed the corpse of the snow leopard fall on the floor, it was leaking water out of its wounds, and the alive version of her was nowhere to be seen, at least until he heard a creepy laugh behind him. Turning around, he faced the snow leopard, her green eyes fixated on him, and a sharp scythe on her paws.
Dale turned around.
-Sir, what is thi…
Looking down, he noticed the sharp blade covered in blood sticking out of his chest. He coughed up blood.
-I’m not really into blades…
He said smiling, he hadn’t had a good snuffing in a long time.
-And you won’t be into anything after this.
Mr. Brishal replied.
The leopard took her blade out and moved in front of him. a punch to his chest, but he felt nothing, looking down, he saw a skeletal arm that she didn’t have before sunk into his wound, but there was no pain… until she started pulling, a green faint light was coming out of his wound, and suddenly all his body ached in excruciating pain, like his muscles and skin were being pulled out of him by sheer force. Not even thinking about it, his sharp claws went straight for her face, she released him, ending the pain. While he was quickly losing blood and his lungs were being filled by it. But she was a different case, the scars on her face were healing way too quickly, and there was no blood, just water… She turned to look at the mountain lion.
-Sure, you can play a bit.

She smiled wickedly, a simple blow of air and Dale felt the cold inside of him, his wound was now closed with ice and he could breathe again. She shoved him down on the floor, her paw was normal and her scythe was gone. She shredded his pants with her claws, and surely enough, the knotted cock was hard and throbbing already. Taking seat on his hip, she guided the hot cock right into her wet pussy, it was ice cold and he immediately moaned. The leopard was viciously riding him, then went down on him and began biting his neck, his chest, his arms, taking pieces of frozen flesh with her. With a loud howl, Dale grabbed the snow leopard by her waist and slammed her down, knotting her good and cumming all inside of her. A couple more bites from her as he spurted the last of his seed.

He began coughing, the ice in his chest was melting, opening the wound again. It would be fun to see her stuck to his post-mortem rigid cock. But she was smiling, licking some blood off from her boney arm. She was going to do it again, and now he was trapped. He tried to move, but his limbs were frozen in place. Once the ice melted, she went into his wound again and began pulling, the green light came out again, vaguely resembling his shape. Dale began screaming in pain and agony, it was too painful, not enjoyable at all. Then he realized, there was no respawn after this. The snow leopard began consuming his soul, until the light from his eyes faded, yet he never reappeared, not in the room, not in the factory, not in the world…
-Once you can get unstuck, tell the guys to bring the corpse to the kitchen.
She nodded and began making out violently with the corpse.

His rules are absolute, and those who break them, meet the true end, at the coldhands of a cute leopard.