Blueberries's Snuffie Writing Contest -- Round 2: Chopping
--by-- Vanyel Stargazer
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The young, handsome fox was all in tears. Holding his paw in the
direction of Van in a gesture of defense, he cried hysterically,
"Don't you _dare_ come near me! They said you want to chop me to
pieces! And now they put me into this... gruesome dungeon together
with you. But you won't touch me!!"

Van was aghast. Why could the crew never take the time to explain
things properly to his 'visitors' before they sent them down here, he
wondered with dismay. "Sshhhh...", he said to the fox, trying to calm
him down. "I promise that I won't do you any harm whatsoever." 

The fox blinked. "No? But they said..." 

Van replied, "I regret that my crew left the impression that I would
harm you. I promise that I will never hurt you in any way." The fox
calmed down a bit, before Van grinned and added "I just would like to
chop you up."

This sent the fox into a new screaming fit. "So they were right after
all!!" He bolted to the door. Banging against it, he cried, "Help! Let
me out!!"

"Don't bother wearing yourself out, the door is locked, and nobody
will hear you. But... you've got it all wrong. I promised I won't hurt
you.  But there is a magic spell cast on this place. Nothing, and I
really mean _nothing_, can hurt, injure, maim or kill you while you
are here. Not permanently, anyway. And so there is unique fun to be
had here. In particular, chopping furs to pieces is quite a hilarious
activity, which I would heartily recommend to everyone."

The fox had become much calmer by Van's explanation, although he still
trembled when 'chopping furs to pieces' was mentioned. With a
quavering voice, he said, "But how do I know that you are telling the
truth?"

"Just let me show you.", Van replied with a grin. "Suppose you want to
tickle me, that's always great fun, isn't it?" The fox nodded
uncertainly. "But I am not supposed to come near you, as you just told
me. So what shall we do? Well, the machinery here in my little fun
dungeon provides us with a solution to our problem."

For the first time, the fox looked around the room. Its furnishing was
truly worthy of a dungeon: In the middle there was a full-size
guillotine, the blade already drawn to the top. Near the walls were
cabinets filled with all kinds of cutting equipment: knives, cleavers,
axes, swords, and more. There was also a height-adjustable chopping
block. "So why could this help us?", the fox asked.

Van just winked at the fox, walked towards the guillotine, and laid
down on it, but the other way round, so that his feet pointed towards
the blade. Then he put his right footpaw through the lunette.
Realizing that he could not reach the release rope from his position,
he pointed at it and signaled to the fox, "Could you please..."

The fox was dumbfounded. "You really want me to chop off your foot?"

"Yes, please do, as I said it's all in good fun here!", Van said and
smiled.

"Oh well, if you say so.", the fox shrugged and put his paw on the
release mechanism. "Ready?", he asked. Van's response was a very
eager "Yes, yes, yes", so the fox released the blade without further
ado.

*Tchonk* the blade slammed down, chopping Van's footpaw off right at
the ankle. But surprisingly, Van did not show any signs of
pain. Rather he seemed to be enjoying himself.  Equally curiously, no
blood whatsoever flowed from the wound. Noting the fox's flabbergasted
impression, he explained, "I told you it is all fun down here, and
nothing bad happens." Pointing at his chopped off paw lying in the
basket in front of the guillotine, he added, "Now tickle me!"

With a mixture of confusion, wariness, and amazement, the fox picked
up the dragon's footpaw from the basket. Again noting with surprise
the lack of any blood whatsoever, he gently ran his claws across the
foot sole. Van broke out into uncontrollable laughter, squirming on
the guillotine. "Stop, mercy, stop..."

The fox looked mischievous. "Hmmm... perhaps...", he continued to
tickle the foot sole, "but only if you promise to chop me to pieces."

Impressed by the fox's change of heart, Van said "We have a deal."
The fox handed the footpaw to Van, who put it onto his leg stump, and,
for lack of a better description, screwed it on. After three turns it
was firmly reattached, the dragon wiggled his toes, and got up from
the guillotine. "See, I'm as good as new," he said, standing firmly on
both his feet. Nothing whatsoever indicated that his one footpaw had
been chopped off just a minute ago.

"It's cool of you to be so brave, that you so readily want to be
chopped up", Van said, and added, "What's your name, by the way?" 

"Oh, my name is Ray", the fox replied merrily, and held out his
paw. The dragon said, "And my name is Van", and they both shook paws.

But what Ray hadn't noticed, was that Van had secretly grabbed one of
his cleavers, holding it behind his back. While they shook hands, he
suddenly brought it out, and swiftly chopped off Ray's right arm right
below the shoulder. "Tehee, got ya!", Van laughed.

"Whoa!", Ray shouted out, staring from his arm stump, to his severed
limb, to Van's cleaver, and back to his stump. To his absolute wonder,
he felt no pain at all. Having his arm hacked off actually felt
somewhat good, he realized. In fact quite good, and yiffy. Ray's cock
had taken a peek out of its sheath.

Noticing that, Van smiled, "I see you like this. I told you it is
fun. Shall we chop you up some more?" 

To which Ray replied, "Sounds good. Let's do it," grinning.

Eagerly, the fox walked over to the chopping block. After Van had
adjusted the block to the proper height for Ray, the latter placed his
left arm onto the block. Raising the cleaver high over his head, Van
asked, "You ready?" 

Ray's tail wagging happily, he nodded, and the dragon brought the
cleaver down onto the block hard, chopping off Ray's left arm
cleanly. "This feels so good", Ray said, while staring in amazement at
his two arm stumps, and at the severed arm on the chopping block.

"I think it's now time we take care of that one very special 'leg' of
yours.", Van said, looking with interest at the fox's cock, which was
by now ragingly hard. "Don't tell me you want to...", Ray stammered,
but Van said, "Oh yes, I do want. You will lose your lovely, handsome
package now. But don't worry, I am sure you will enjoy it."

Van picked up a long sword from one of the cabinets, and stepped
behind the de-armed fox. With his left paw, Van softly caressed Ray's
chest fur from behind, while with his right, he held the sword below
the fox's erect cock and balls, gently, almost teasingly, touching the
blade to Ray's ball sac. At this, the fox's cock became even harder,
and some pre-cum glistered on its tip.  Van murmured in the fox's ear,
"You want this now, don't you? Tell me you want to lose your boybits
right now." 

Ray gulped, but moaned in pleasure. "Do it," was all he could say.

Van swiftly pulled the sword upwards, cutting Ray's balls and cock
right off. In that very moment Ray let out a loud moan of pleasure,
and he reached his orgasm, his severed cock squirting juices in all
directions like wild. Ray could feel every bit of it, just as if his
cock were still attached.

"You really enjoyed this, didn't ya?", Van grinned, and picked up the
fox's severed package. "Let's keep this safe for the moment," he said,
as he tucked it into the top of his own pants.

"Now... off with your head!.", he told the fox, as he gently shoved
him towards the guillotine. Trembling in anticipation, Ray lay down on
the guillotine (which wasn't easy to do for him without his arms), and
stuck his head though the lunette. "This is an absolutely _awesome_
day I am having", he murmured to Van, as the latter took position next
to the release rope. "You ready?" he asked. 

"You can bet I am" was the reply.

So the dragon yanked the release mechanism, and the blade came down
hard on Ray's neck, chopping his head clean off. The head rolled away
from the guillotine, somersaulted a few times, eventually came to a
rest, and said, "You were absolutely right. Being chopped to pieces is
wonderful fun. Thank you so much for this adventure."

"I told you so", Van winked. 

And thus the evening continued. Fun was being had by all. Of course,
Van eventually put Ray back together, but not before he had had some
enjoyment with the fox's package, which he had stored 'safely' in his
pants.  

Finally they went to bed together, dreaming of their yiffy, snuffie
fun... or was it the other way round? Had everything been just a
dream, and they woke? I cannot tell. Who could?
