     A Fatal Longing:  Bryce’s Desires (Chapter 2)

Bryce lounged across his father’s chest, listening to the quiet beat of his heart against his ear and enjoying the feel of that chest rising and falling.  The larger centaur was stroking his son’s ears with a hand, as the other flipped through recordings on the TV.  Bryce was only half paying attention as he laid his long forelegs along his dad’s larger legs.  The two enjoy a new routine on Friday nights, of watching some shows together.  Although the father-son bonding shows they watched lately were anything but innocent these days.

On-screen a dainty little fennec boy wriggled from a noose.  His little paws flutter and hopping desperately for life.  The sun beating on his arms as he twirled and flailed helplessly in his bindings.  But the two centaurs were only half watching, they’d seen a fair share of hangings the last time they cuddled and fooled around in their intimate bonding.

“Oh! You know, I don’t think you’ve seen a butchering clip before,”  Lucas said as he gave his son’s chin a little rub with a finger.  Hands wandering down to his smooth chest as the boy hugged to his hairy chest.

“Oh, butchering, I mean, I guess animals are OK,” Bryce said as he turned to look over at his dad.

“Oh, well, there’s a special class of meat, and it goes for quite a lot!  More so than I would usually pay, but they often make quite a show about it when it’s made.   Here, let me bring one up,”  Lucas said

The title screen came up, in a mock film reel style.  “Bacon:  From Farm to Table.”  it displayed, with various little title card information and the ‘Family Snuff Council’ as faux sponsor.  Cheerfully imitating the old school films of yesteryear.

The film reel cut to a chubby little pig boy standing naked in a barn, the only decoration a red tag pierced to his right ear.  Smiling and waving.  Dappled sun on his pink skin and floppy ears while he gave a silly little twirl to show himself off for the camera.  Very plump, but not overly fat.  As behind him, a big pulley with a hook was being set up by a heavy, muscular minotaur.  A large bucket was placed near the hook.  Then there was plenty of hay to place and scatter around it all.

“Hi, my name is Piers, and I will be getting turned into meat today!  I’m really excited, I know you all enjoyed watching me get fattened up these last few months.  But it’s time for me to go.  Please enjoy our final show, and if you’re lucky, my flesh as well.  I hope you’ve enjoyed our shows as much as we’ve enjoyed making them.”   

The little boy gave a swishy wiggle of his butt towards the awaiting minotaur. A big table nearby was set with several tools including a long knife and some sort of strange metal rod attached to a gas canister.  There were several more thick knives and even a butcher cleaver as well.  Bryce was distracted looking them over while the minotaur sat out a big stool for the boy to sit on.

“... hey wait, daddy, what happened to his balls?”  Bryce asked while he looked closer.  Indeed, there was just a faint tease of ruddier scarred flesh in a line under his little boyhood.  A small pig penis was poking out as the boy talked to the big cow monster who was going to butcher him.

“Well, some boys have their balls removed.  Neutering helps improve a boy’s flavor, though usually it’s done very early for those bred to be meat.  I’ve heard they make it relatively painless, and of course, meat boys get all the care in the world.  At least until they are butchered, it is, after all, a very important job to feed so many predators.”  Lucas said.

Bryce bit his lip and put a forehoof on his balls.  Thinking of a clean smoothness there, just a rough little bump of a scar all that would remain of his balls beneath his chubby colt sheath.  Of course, he’d seen geldings too now and then, usually the more feral type horses or from long lines of famed workhorse centaurs.  He hadn’t thought of how he might look with his heavy sac gone missing, and it made him lash his tail in thought.   

The little pig boy was getting his feet hooked into big cuffs.  Soft pads could be seen under the heavy metal rings, as Piers giggled at the big bull tickling little hooves as he worked carefully.  Working some straps around the boy’s wrists to get his arms behind him next made Bryce comment,  “oh, I guess arms behind is common for getting a halo, huh.”

“Mmm, well, he’s going for a hanging, but of another sort,”  Lucas said.  

Bryce watched as the boy got lifted up, soon swinging to and fro by the thick pads around his ankles.  A small embarrassed wiggle of pig butt as the minotaur helped lift him upwards.  “Goodness, hope I’m not too heavy now.” the boy asked as he tried to peek around from his wobbly perch.

“Oh, just means more for the rest of us now.  This won’t hurt a bit, so say goodbye to all those watching!”  The minotaur said as he walked over to get the odd canister and metal rod device.

 “Oh! Well, goodbye then, I’d wave if I could, so um, enjoy the show?” Piers cheerfully added.

The pig closed his eyes.  A flutter of eyelids as he felt that rod press against his forehead.  The bull’s big hand on the other side of his head to support him.  A quiet questioning sound suddenly cut off with a loud HSS and crack!  The boy’s head suddenly had a neat little hole in it where the rod was pushed against, leaking out blood as the minotaur put the device into disinfectant, not paying mind to the jerking the boy was doing suspended by his ankles. 

The boy’s eyes had snapped open briefly, then fluttered all unfocused while blood and a trickle of brains leaked out from the hole in his head.  Bryce’s eyes got huge as he watched the limp boy wriggle, “wow, did they kill him that quickly?”

“Oh no, see how he still squirms.  He’s just unconscious, though he will probably die if you give him enough time.” Lucas added as he stroked his boy’s back.

The minotaur lifted the boy’s neck back to present it to the bucket beneath.  In his other hand there was a sharp short knife.  A wet tearing sound as he dug a long diagonal cut through the piglet’s neck.  A series of graceful squirts of hot arterial blood splashed in the metal bucket.  Making a hollow splashing sound in the once empty bucket.  Big fat fingers spread the slit throat wider to help that blood gush out in huge ribbons to the bucket below.  Holding Piers’s head back with the other hand as he hummed and kissed the boy’s trembling belly.  “Good boy, just let it all out!” The minotaur cheerfully said to the quivering unconscious piglet he was butchering.

The boy could only gurgle, striving for life in each unconscious, helpless wriggle.  But each beat of the pig’s youthful heart made another long gush of blood splash in the bucket.  Splashing sounds replacing the metallic sound as the bucket filled with the boy’s blood.  His bright pink skin grew a little duller.  His unfocused eyes jerked aimlessly.  The little kicks of suspended legs were both more desperate and more helpless as the life emptied out from his slit throat.  

Bryce watched enraptured as he saw the young boy’s life end in front of him on the screen.  Those long squirts of blood turned into quick small dribbles.  Oozing down the boy’s chin as Piers’s young heart was seizing up in his soft chest.  Tiny hooves jingled chains as they shuddered for a long moment.  Then the boy slackened and hung with a serene stillness.

The minotaur pulled the blood bucket away as the pig jerked about, making sure the boys’ blood wouldn’t be spoiled as the piglet’s bladder gave a trickle.  A tiny bit of muss escaped from the boy’s rump as his anus relaxed.  Dirtying the hay that had been laid out with the last dribbles of drool and blood too.  No longer a boy but merely a big piece of meat to be prepped up now.

The dead boy had his belly pushed in by the butcher, to ensure he emptied his bladder and bowels more fully. Thankfully there was only a little of this mess.  A hose brought out to wash his skin off, cleaning and grooming him with all the care if he was still alive.  Bryce was enraptured by how limp the piglet was.  It was like he was simply a big doll, being carefully groomed and cleaned.

The first knife was brought out, a slender thing to trim a ring around the pig’s wrists, ankles, and throat.  Working the knife in steady practiced motions through the small boy’s soft skin, from chin to belly and across legs and arms.  Those delicate cuts were barely bleeding, most of his blood was already in that bucket that was being carried off by attendants for processing. 

The minotaur’s rough hands dug in against those cuts, blood welling up against them.  Soon peeling the soft, young skin from Piers’s body, exposing the soft white of fat beneath.  Bryce blushed as he felt his erection jump and slap his belly watching a youthful little boy became meat in one smooth motion.  No longer was he looking at a piglet, but just some pork to be butchered up for selling.   

The butcher moved to get the larger knife from the table, more gore spread on the once pristine white surface. Likely chosen to better show every spilled drop that might land on it.  The piglet’s head was taken off with a casual chop of that big knife.  His head was put into a big bucket for later processing.  A quick tug and dip of the sharp knife through the piglet’s belly muscles; and slimy heated intestines poured out to splash into a big tray.  

With a crunch, a big fist drove the sharp knife into Piers’s still chest. The boy’s ribs were opened up from bottom to top along his sternum.  Peeling him apart like a gory metamorphosis turning a boy into meat.  That bloody knife carefully set down once more, as the minotaur took the smaller knife to carefully disassemble the piglet from the inside.

Big intestines spilled out first, along with his smaller ropey intestines and sagging belly.  A snip of the boy’s throat and anus, and his belly was mostly emptied.  So many feet of ropy intestines to pile into the tray, gleaming on display.  Leaving his kidneys and liver to be seen, along with the muscles hidden within.  Even a hint of his spine could be seen through that empty belly.

Bryce almost felt like he was watching a science show on the anatomy of a pig.  Trying to think if that big brown thing was his liver.  Ah, yes, the smaller pair must be kidneys.  Each one carefully removed from the piglet’s body with quick, well-practiced cuts.  Rough but caring as the pile of still-warm organs were delicately placed in the processing tray under Pier’s quickly emptied corpse.  

The chest was harder work with those ribs needing to be opened further, but the piglet’s poor, blood starved heart was next.  Carefully trimming the heavy arteries before pulling it free with reverential care.  A little jump from Bryce as his dad whispered in his ear, “Someone is enjoying the show, are you wondering how your organs might look in a big tray as you’re pulled apart piece by piece for selling?”

The colt’s erection jumped and twitched under dad’s hands.  An embarrassed blush as the sight of the boy’s organs piled up like that.  TWITCH!  It didn’t take much to get the boy off.  Steady stroking of rough hands and the sight of the piglet’s empty belly and lungs being removed.  He was soon to be empty.  Goodness!  Maybe he was some meat at the local store right now.  Patiently waiting in a cooler or freezer to be purchased and become someone’s meal. 

Bryce shivered and squirmed through his orgasm, squirting his young seed onto his belly. Staring as the once handsome little pig boy got his hands and hooves chopped off. Dragged off by a hook pushed into his back so he can be cooled before he’s cut into his individual parts.  The tray with all his organs to be carried off for processing and cleaning into offal.  Every bit of the young boy will be used, of course, even his hands and feet.  No wasting anything that precious.  Even his darling head will be preserved to be a trophy somewhere, forever a youthful smile to grace someone’s house.

Bryce writhed as he laid back on the bed, closing his eyes and letting out a moan.  “Wow, that was intense.  Goodness.  How does one become a meat animal like that?”

Lucas kissed his son and stroked the young centaur’s chest, trying to soothe the boy’s overeager squirming, “Well, one has to volunteer themselves.  They don’t just let anyone just jump into the butchering block now.  It is a one time job you know.”

“Oh, oh… yeah, I guess, you wouldn’t want someone pressured in.  Or making a bit of a quick decision and regret it… that boy looked so happy!”  Bryce said as he leaned into his father’s touches.

Lucas leaned in to kiss his son,  “You looked like you were ready to jump right on that hook.”

Bryce blushed a bit, squirming as his dad helped clean up his belly.  “It, it always was kind of a weird funny exciting thought, ever since we had predator-prey studies at school,” the boy said with a giggle at ticklish kisses to his messy belly. 

“I mean, horse meat has always been a delicacy, so it’s not like it’s unnatural to have that prey drive.”  Lucas said with a ruffling of his son’s hair.

“Oh, oh, so uh, I shouldn’t feel all funny that I wanna be eaten,”  Bryce looked over at his dad curiously.

“Not at all, I mean, you want to be certain, you can’t exactly be uneaten now, but lots of boys and girls decide to donate themselves for the culinary arts,” Lucas said.

“... so um, what exactly, would I do,”  Bryce fidgeted with his fingers as he asked.  Obviously thinking of that knife digging deep into his throat.  Or perhaps the sudden jab of metal into his young brains.

“Well, we should get you a day on the farm of course, since every good boy or girl should see what is in store for them that isn’t a pre-staged recording,” Lucas added between little kisses to soothe the boy’s spent sheath.

“Oh?  So that was faked,” Bryce asked between giggles of his dad’s intimate kissing of his sweaty skin. 

“Well, more that they clean up everything, to make more of a show, but the actions are basically the same.  They just want to show it at its most clean and presentable for recording. Rather than in the rush of butchering many other animals too, so many to feed you know,”  Lucas said as he gave his son’s belly a patting.  

“Oh?  Hmmm…”  Bryce pondered a bit as he looked down shyly at his hooves.

The older centaur hugged Bryce closer “I don’t mean that in a bad way, I mean, if you want, of course, we could schedule a visit.  It’s always good to see where your food comes from too.  But not everyone gets to record their own video you know.”

The young boy immediately perked up, “really?!”

“Of course, I want you to be happy now,”  Lucas rubbed Bryce’s ears with a little pet.  “Let’s see if the local farm I visited so long ago is still around.”

The two got up to go to the computer.  Looking up the local farm to see if they were still open for volunteer work.  “It’s been quite a while since I’ve visited Elysian Acres, I hope they still do internships for volunteer prey.” Lucas said as he brought up the page.

“Oh, it looks like we’re in luck, as they’re open for volunteer prey lessons.”  Lucas gave his son a kiss on the cheek, “If you’d like, you can help out with the farm and learn a bit what it takes to be a prey.”

Bryce looked up with big eyes at the computer.  Rolling fields and puffy clouds cast a cheery look over a pretty little farm.  A few cows, anthro’ and feral grazed peacefully by a small stream.  And a gaggle of furs big and small was out working with a smile to keep everything running so gracefully.

“Hey, isn’t that the barn in the video we just saw?” Bryce asked as he leaned in closer.

“Good eye, they’re really known for their butchering demonstrations, it can be an honor to be chosen to become a featured butchering, only the best get to have their last moments professionally recorded like that.” Lucas added with a ruffle of his son’s ears.

“Oh, I hope they like me there, it would be neat to think of so many enjoying themselves watching me like we just watched that cute piglet,” Bryce said with a wistful smile.  Already wiggling his butt in excitement, “though a week seems so long now.”

“Well, we got plenty more things to watch together now, and we can always have you study up on prey responsibilities.”  Lucas said with a smile at this son’s grimace.

Bryce looked between the monitor and his dad, “So wait, I’d still have homework?  So much for summer vacation.”

“Well, it takes a lot of work to do something well, even something as simple as being prey, I’m sure you’ll enjoy your studies.”
