Million Volts of Meat By: Monica Vix A quaint little butcher’s shop. It looked uninteresting, just the typical flair of fresh cuts of beef and pork hanging in the refrigerated window and rusty advertising signs hanging out the door. What seemed a normal, if not old fashioned place held a dark secret underneath. The white rabbit who manned the counter everyday, not getting many typical customers, ran a quiet and displeasing business to most. Blood that stained the counter? It wasn’t always an animal’s blood. Just another day in the shop and Scarlett, the rabbit who dealt with heinous deeds, stood at the counter. A letter was dropped off via the typical mail system, relaying the information of a new shipment. There were coded messages written amongst the normal words of the letter, allowing her to know the type of shipment she was dealing with and the requests the customer in question wanted. Brown eyes rolled over each and every word of the letter, picking out and writing the details of the secret code on a sheet of paper to connect all the dots. The message seemed to be spam mail, but looking deeper and understanding a hidden code displayed a request for a particular butchering. A live female bunny woman, properly brain broken to obey any and all commands of the owner. She would be carrying a large sum of money as well, proper payment as well as a hefty tip for the services. Not only that, but the butchering subject in question would have recording equipment, just to fully capture the scene of her surrendering herself to blades. What could she do to decline? It wasn’t a bad job, far from the worst she’s had! Scarlett also knew what could happen if she denied any position like this. Her only option was to accept. The white rabbit prepared herself for the short trip. Hopping on a slim motorcycle and popping on a white helmet, Scarlett sped down the old dirt roads to where her willing prey would be waiting. Her red leather jacket was a blur, even as she slowed down at the corner of an intersection. A brown and white rabbit stood waiting for her, wearing little more than a flowing black dress. She was leaning against an old rusted street sign that looked like it was about to collapse. A pair of bags held by her hips, large ones that should contain filming equipment, from what the letter said. Just a brief gaze was all it took to understand. “Hi there! I guess you’re Scarlett, the butcher?” The brown and white rabbit spoke. “I’m Monica, it’s nice to meet you! Could I get a ride?” The dull look in Monica’s green eyes was evident enough that she was the prey in question. She looked like she was high off of simply being there! Scarlett scooted forward just a little. Not a word came from her helmet covered mouth as she gestured to a spare helmet on the back of the motorcycle. The white rabbit wasn’t much for conversation. With a simple nod, Monica got on the back of the bike and slipped the helmet on. Barely a second after she was ready, the wheels of the motorcycle began to spin and ramp up in energy, carrying the pair back down the old streets to the butcher’s shop. The perfectly polished red motorcycle pulled in through the back. Scarlett was the first to disembark, almost effortlessly jumping off of the vehicle. The brown rabbit struggled for a moment, but landed with her bare paws against the dirty garage floor. Meanwhile, the white rabbit stared at Monica, her dark brown eyes looking like empty voids from the glare the brown bun got. Monica replied with nothing more but a smile. “What? Aren’t you happy – excited even – to have another bit of prey like myself?” Her voice was soft, yet energized. “My owner said it’s been over a year since you had someone like me pop by for a visit! You’ll take me home in a box, right? Or a brown paper bag?” The rabbit was odd. She seemed far too enthusiastic for her butchering. Scarlett gave a simple shrug. Her shoulders rolled off the red leather jacket to reveal a slim fitting black shirt underneath, her muscles somewhat visible through the thin cloth. One of the powerful white paws reached out to Monica, imploring her wordlessly to take the rough hand and follow. With a giggle, the brown bunny lunged forward, clinging onto the arm of the white rabbit that would oh so lovingly spill her guts. Scarlett gave a disinterested grunt in return. The taller white rabbit led the willing victim down into the depths of the butcher’s shop, a secret entrance simply hidden under a cellar door. The chilly underground section sent an instant shiver down Monica’s spine, making her shudder and snicker with the cold sensation. Death hung in the air like a blissful melody. “Set up what you need to, get undressed, and sit on the counter.” Scarlett commanded in a low voice. Her voice sounded gracefully smooth, almost buttery with those soft words contrasting her harsh and gruff appearance. Monica’s long, floppy ears perked up for a moment. Hearing the voice of her murderer in question brought a smile to her white furred lips. “Alright! Don’t need to tell me twice, miss!” She giggled. Quiet cheery, the brown bunny began to do as she was told. “Oh, and by the way, my owner wants you to keep me alive as long as possible. They said you would have an electro-stimulation kit for that sort of thing? Like a defibrillator for meat girls like myself?” Cameras were set up to watch the scene unfold before them. Scarlett was getting her sharp tools out as well as her additional equipment. Monica couldn’t help but to steal a glance every now and then. Seeing silvery blades sharpened to a hair slicing edge unfurled and put on display along the end of the counter was exhilarating! Knowing that she would be there soon, modeling the efficiency of those blades with her death covered face moaning into the reflecting camera lens was so tantalizingly close. Setting up one of the three camera sets, the brown rabbit could only keep her eyes fixated on Scarlett, watching the butcher sharpen her chosen tools. As soon as all three cameras were set up, the brown and white rabbit plopped herself onto the cold counter top. A soft huff exhaled from her lips, the arousal between her thighs growing hotter and hotter. The black, cheap dress along her body was pulled tight, ready to be ripped off in an instant. “M-miss Scarlett?” Monica began. Her voice was wavering, as if she was all too excited to even think straight. “C-can you rip the clothes off of my back, please? Just so I, uh… can get a taste for when you truly rip into me?” The brown bunny had her white furred fingers teasing right at her thighs, ready to dig her fingers into her needy snatch within a moment. A low sigh escaped the white furred lips of the butcher. Without much fanfare, the white rabbit grasped a simple knife and set the tip of it to rest at the exposed cleavage of the prey rabbit. With a large, powerful slash down the front, black cloth was removed effortlessly! A sharp gasp of shock escaped Monica’s mouth as her bare body was revealed, corset piercings and all! She shuddered and groaned, twitching on the counter as the cheap cloth helplessly fell to the floor. It was such a swift, powerful motion; it was hard not to marvel! It was even more impressive, given that she wasn’t hurt! Now naked, the brown rabbit would laze against the cold counter top. She could feel the chilly air covering every part of her bare body, emerald eyes looking up lustfully towards Scarlett. The eminent feeling of her death, of her violent butchering coming quicker and quicker to her made her ecstatic! Just the dismissive glance of those great brown eyes gazing down at her made her feel like little more than meat that’s overstayed its welcome in the realm of the living. Scarlett holding a perfectly sharpened knife only accentuated that feeling! “Are the cameras rolling?” The butcher said simply. Her quick sentences made it seem like she wanted it over quick. A black apron was pulled over her front, the heavy leather looking more like a blacksmith’s apron than a butcher’s. Monica simply nodded. “Y-yes, ma’am, they’re rolling! They caught you slashing my dress off of me like some kind of rabid rabbit killer.” Her voice was almost orgasmic, as if just a few more words of disdain would make her cum. “Alright.” Scarlett spoke with that cold, quick tone of voice. She wouldn’t waste any time with pleasantries. A marker began to trace a thin black line across the brown bunny’s white front. It would allow Scarlett to trace a path in order to properly gut and rend the willing rabbit toy asunder, making chopping her up an easier task. Her breathing was steady, as if she’s done this a billion times before, meanwhile Monica’s chest was trembling. Every moment that continued on, every new line across her body? It was a new promise for blood to soak her fur, to stain the counter, for her life and death to be added to the story of this hellish little butcher’s shop. There was barely a moment of relaxation as a blade kissed the supple skin of the rabbit. With a quick and effortless swish, blood began to dribble from a freshly carved slit in the stomach of the prey rabbit! Scarlett held the blade and dragged it up the stomach, right between the plush tits. A sharp scream of pure pain called out from Monica’s maw as her front was ripped asunder! Her eyes already started to fill with tears as her blood stained the workspace. It was an excellent first cut! Ripping and ravaging Monica’s body like it was second nature. Scarlett barely took the pleasure of her prey into consideration. She chose to ignore the hand reaching between plush, meaty thighs, touching the needy and wet slit for more pleasure. Her white hands simply set the first tool aside. With a rough shove and pull, Monica was laid on her back, her eyes gazing up helplessly. Another quick cut, followed by another. A squeal accompanied each incision. With a large slit carved right above the plush tits and at the waistline, the true fun could begin. With screams highlighting every movement of flesh, Scarlett dug her hands into Monica’s innards! Guts were slowly pulled out from the bleeding slut’s stomach slit. Harsh screams of agony and pleasure rolled in the air like thunder as the brown bunny weakly squirmed and struggled. Blood splattered the white fur of Scarlett’s arms, covering the table with its viscus red hue in turn. Intestines, stomach, liver, kidneys; it was all systematically removed in a torturous scene of screams and viscera just to be unceremoniously plopped into a bucket on standby. “O-ow, ow, ow!” Monica whined, complaining about the pain she should’ve expected. “F-fuck, this hurts so much!” She squealed like a pig. Her fingers were knuckle deep in her heated snatch, continuously masturbating. Emerald eyes gazed towards one of the cameras, tears falling from her face as she was butchered. Scarlett paid her no mind. She simply picked up another blade and began to carve up the limbs of the prey bunny on her table. One knife would slowly trace along the hip joint of Monica’s leg, slowly carving into the brown fur and pressing into strong, tough muscles. Blood continued to pour out from the leg as the femur was slowly cut out, the white bone exposed. Scarlett, after freeing the bone from its prison in a round cut, yanked at the thigh and pulled the entire leg out of its socket! Tendons and muscles ripped as the leg was brutally pulled, splattering one of the cameras with a spray of crimson. It was so painful the brown bunny couldn’t even scream. Not a word came from her white furred lips, covered in salty tears and drool. The stark silence was enough to make Scarlett cast her eyes down towards her prey, watching her mouth and nose to try to see if she was breathing. Monica was completely still. No air rushed past her nose and down into her exposed chest. With a sigh, Scarlett set up an electrocution system. It was more or less a defibrillator, but much more barbaric, thrown together, and painful. Nodes were placed on the blood soaked body of the brown bunny, wires connecting them to what was essentially a car battery. With a shock, Monica jumped to life with a piercing scream! Her heart was racing, her eyes were wide; it looked like she was just woken up from a nightmare with the fear on her face. It was a little amusing at least. “Your owner wanted you to stay awake for your butchering.” Scarlett said bluntly. Her blade came crashing down, slicing into the other exposed leg, beginning to hack away at the muscly flesh. Screeching and writhing, Monica flailed her arms and stump of a leg. Scarlett held too much of a tight grip on her other leg to be of use. “Fuck, fuck, it hurts so much! P-please make it stop! Make it stop!” Monica begged and pleaded. The thoughts of obeying her owner’s wishes were promptly shoved out of her mind with the pain. The emptiness of her stomach, one missing limb, and even the cutting of her one remaining leg; it all sent shocks of fear and panic into Monica’s body. She wanted to run away, but where could she go? She wanted to fight, but how could she win? There was nothing she could do but accept her fate as meat. It felt horrible, feeling the knife and the brush of death so close. It was oddly calming knowing that Scarlett was going to end it all for her. The powerful body, the perfected strokes of blade along her flesh; it was just the perfect moment for her complete and total destruction. Scarlett didn’t mind the struggle. She simply removed the other leg all the same. It was just a job to her. Those dark brown eyes gazed at Monica’s fearful expression occasionally. Even if the pleasure of killing a girl like that was surprisingly common, the sheer force of fear and terror Monica wore on her face would put any horror actor to shame. It was genuine, complete terror. Tears fell from her eyes as the leg was removed in the same needlessly violent way, being ripped out of its socket and set aside for later use. “It stops when you run out of blood and electrocuting you won’t save you any more.” Scarlett was opening up just a little bit at a time with her prey of a dinner guest. She set the blade aside and brought up a skinning knife, starting to gently glide the blade between fur and bloody flesh at the fresh stumps of Monica’s body. “Take deep breaths and scream more. Given that your owner wanted you alive, they might like those noises, too.” She spoke as if it was a normal conversation. Blood splattered the front of Scarlett’s apron as she worked on the details already. Feeling the trembling pain rumbling through Monica’s body like a crash of thunder. Scarlett could only squint her dark eyes as she worked on the intricate process of cutting a live subject’s fur from their body. Screeching, squirming, the brown rabbit could only grip her hands so tight! White fur from her fingers was stained red as she sat up on the counter. Her empty belly almost making her weightier, more vital organs behind her ribs fall into the cavity. Just feeling the lack of support in her heart made it hard to focus, made it hard to even breath as her lungs began to slip just a little lower. Emerald eyes were dragged towards the emptiness of her belly, watching as blood continued to pour out from the incisions Scarlett made as if she was a surgeon. “I-I… mm…” Monica groaned. Her consciousness was fading yet again. Her emerald eyes lazily rolled back as death took her for a brief moment. Then, a sudden shock had her sitting up! The flash of blinding electricity flooded her brain and made her awake again. “Ow! Ow! Ow! Please just slit my throat and end it!” She begged, screaming at Scarlett. With the simple shake of her head, the butcher declined the request. “No, but I can remove your arms. Help you bleed out faster. Suffer more.” She stated bluntly. Scarlett’s bloodied hand grasped the blade that severed the legs from Monica’s body. “It’ll hurt a hell of a lot more than the legs.” She warned in a deadpan tone. Another piercing scream from the bunny’s gaping maw as her flesh was carved into. This time, her shoulder was being gouged into, the blade carving large bloody gnashes in the muscular body. Tendons ripped, muscles severed, it was all torn asunder with the silvery blade that had its entire length plunged into the body of the brown rabbit. Blood poured and stained the pretty fur, screams from the open white maw of Monica continuing to echo out again and again! Her consciousness was fading. All the blood lost from her body was starting to get to her yet again, making her heart slow down to a crawl. It was hard to breathe. It was like sucking in molasses as she tried. Monica was dying in the loving embrace of Scarlett. She didn’t even feel her arm being separated from its joint in the same violent motion, barely even realizing the sensation of having a third limb removed. Emerald eyes helplessly flicked around, trying to find something to latch onto. Staring at one of the cameras she set up, Monica let out a low groan of bliss as she died once more. Scarlett gave the body a shock. Seeing it twitch and jolt was amusing, but there were no results. With a straight face, the white rabbit flicked the switch again and held it, making electricity flow through Monica’s corpse and making her spasm all over the place! One armed, the dead rabbit made quiet the mess. Even the gentle trickle of blood slowed down as her corpse lay on Scarlett’s work table. The brown rabbit was nothing more but slabs of meat ready to be chopped, packaged, and sent off. With a low sigh, the white rabbit stopped her fun. The prongs of the defibrillator were tucked away with the machine to be cleaned later. Her bloodied hands began to cut and sever the lean and fatty meat from Monica’s body. The head of the helpless corpse was sliced clean off with a sawing motion, leaving a nice flat stump where her head connected to the neck. Brown and white fur were cut as if they were made of butter. Every slice of meat was laid on the side and had the fur removed from it so lovingly. All of the muscle and fatty red meat was still bloody, more than juicy enough to look appetizing to cannibal connoisseurs. As the preparations of the meat were complete, the white rabbit would begin the laborious task of wrapping every individual cut of the dead bunny in a brown wax paper. The entire process was caught on camera. From three separate angles, too! Scarlett paid no mind to the cameras. She knew she could get dirt on the one who requested this if need be. Once the final cut was wrapped up with taunt twine ensnaring the paper coated remains, Scarlett breathed a sigh of relaxation. Satisfaction. A job well done with a corpse mostly picked clean. Her dark brown eyes would gaze over the bones simply sitting in a pile on her counter, the meat mostly picked clean from their ivory white forms. It was perfection, seeing all the valuable cuts of meat cleaned from the bones that held it. Monica was nothing more than a collection of parts to be discarded, a large cache of fresh meat, and a severed head with lifeless eyes. Scarlett took one look at the remaining head of her lapine friend and prey. There was a slight ecstasy in her face, like her mouth and eyes were locked in the expression of pure pleasure. It was oddly a common thing with girls like this, surrendering their lives to become meat. Nothing but pure bliss, pure enjoyment written on their lifeless face forever. Scarlett narrowed her eyes at Monica’s head. Those emerald eyes still had some twinkle in them, as if the brown bunny wasn’t dead, but was living on with nothing but the simple pleasure of violence and her masterfully performed murder. Rolling her eyes in turn, the butcher would get her shipment together. All of the meat from Monica’s lifeless body was gathered into an inconspicuous box, the head wrapped and set along with the rest of it. Each of the cameras were gathered up and bundled together. The box and film equipment were set on the back of Scarlett’s motorcycle, the powerful little vehicle holding just enough space for the entire package. Without so much as a glance towards her packages, Scarlett rode off. The meat of the second rabbit was nothing more than just that, meat of a dead girl. A package to deliver to the client’s location for a big pay day. So was the business of a white rabbit that butchered animals and anthros alike.