FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

Written by Choice Cuts Deli

Commission for Laxes | August 2021 | 15689 Words

It was a gorgeous summer day, the warm sun just reaching its crest over the high-rise structures to cast its glow onto the busy heart of downtown. Birds flitted about from tree to tree, pausing to hop about minuscule greenspaces or fluttering up onto outdoor dining areas to pick at the leftovers that busy servers had not yet cleared. Amidst the stomping and scurrying paws of a slew of anthro creatures - business-wolves, delivery-felines and every species in between - strode a care-free and bubbly canine having a happy day out on the town.

Laxes the Pembroke Welsh Corgi was the epitome of adorable. From chilly little nose to wiggly little butt, the streetwise hound did not seem to mind the goings on of all the two-legged creatures flitting around him. Trotting about on all four stumpers, the carefree hound spent all nineteen years of his life taking life a little slower than most. He didn't need the fancy cars and work obligations that came with being an anthro to be satisfied; he spent most of his days sauntering through the downtown streets in search of food and perhaps a belly rub or two. He had a few favorite haunts, of course. The portly lion butcher down on 3rd Avenue always saved him a choice bone-in cut to chow down on. If he needed a drink, the ice cream shop down the way had fresh doggie dishes laid out. He'd even get his paws on a puppaccino if he made the sad puppy face long enough outside the coffee shop on Broad Street. Life was good for the happy-go-lucky critter. But today was going to be different; Laxes made a decision that he would quickly regret.

The little corgi went for an adventure today. Adventure may be a pretty loose word when you're living rough as a city-dwelling pup, but today he decided to see a part of town he'd never been to. Wandering down the main street, occasionally begging for scraps at tables he passed, the excited doggy was eager to see what went on in the bustling financial district of town. But as foot traffic seemed to grow, Laxes grew more and more wary of the heavy feet stamping down around his body, some of the towering animals oblivious as they raced to catch their rush hour ride home.

"H- Hey!" the diminutive corgi yelped aloud, his high-pitched voice drowned in the bustle of downtown. "Watch it!" he yelped, nearly getting booted in the rump by the oblivious foot traffic. A few more near misses caused the little corgi scurried himself as fast as his legs would carry him out of harm's way, tail tucked as he dodged into a back alley between two buildings. Peering back over his shoulder at the crowded street, a large bus pulling up to load the mass of people he'd just escaped, the pup grunted and stamped his paws at the careless treatment, turning his head just in time to catch a whiff of warm and fragrant air wafting across his face.

Wiggling his ears, Laxes closed his eyes and took a deep sniff of the breeze. Breathing in the most divine scent, the corgi hardly noticed his stubby little legs carrying him along until he stood face to face with a heavy metal door leading to the dumpsters out back. If the pup could read, he would probably wonder what the octagonal logo on the small plaque next to the door said. But instead, he just stared up blankly at the blank-eyed face of some weasel creature looking down from above two crossed cleavers. The smell was definitely coming from this building, but the rear door seemed to be closed up tight. That is, until the pup heard a click from the other side.

Not wanting to take his chances with more bad luck today, the hound rushed back, yipe-ing as he scurried his nervous little body back behind the dumpster, his hunger overwhelmed by the sudden appearance at the door. But instead of some chef coming out to shoo him off, a slender, pink-furred paw slipped out the crack in the door, waving a large bone up and down. "Woah... that's... that's a big bone," he said aloud, mouth salivating at the sight. It must have come from an ox; the thick leg bone was easily as big as Laxes was! And as the breeze blew down the alleyway, the fetid smell of trash was replaced with the most succulent scent of cooking food coming from inside, enough to make the corgi's mouth drool and salivate all down his front. Stepping out from behind the trash bins, Laxes gave a tentative little whine as he watched the bone wiggle about in the air before a frustrated grunt could be heard over the city traffic.

"No, no..." A gravely growling voice echoed from inside. "Lower, hold it lower. It's a dog, not a giraffe." Slowly, the bone and the pink paw holding it slid down the edge of the cracked open doorway, the tip wiggling up and down in a beckoning manner. Lowering his head, the pup began to sniff and snortle as he wandered closer and closer to the cracked open door, wary of the seeming gift that was waggling in front of his face. The closer he got, the more he realized that the carcass was fresh, little flecks of meat clinging to the off-white long bone. It was enticing for sure, but certainly wouldn't be more than a nibble or two of meat, and after a long day of exploring, Laxes needed a bit more energy than a simple snack.

"C'mere little puppo..." A gentle, feminine voice, distinct from the gruff and correcting tone earlier called out, "Chef says I need to invite you inside for dinner... Hmm... How does that song go again? Knick knack paddy wha- OOOF!" A loud bang quickly cut off the playful melody, the door bumping and jostling as the person behind it was shoved aside, causing the corgi to scamper back in fright.

"None of that!" The gruff voice was back just as the pink paw and bone got yanked back into the building. "I just managed to get Three Blind Mice out of my head after last week." The unattended door closed again with a pop, leaving Laxes to tilt his head in confusion in the back alleyway. After a few quiet moments, underscored by the lilting sounds of car horns coming from the street out front, the door popped open once more, this time revealing a set of thick sausage links held by a brown-furred paw. A little whistle followed as the tender links jiggled and swayed out the doorway, the beautiful meat beckoning for the corgi to come get it. If the bone was just a nibble, these sausages would be a full meal!

"Alright, listen up, Sakita," the brown-furred pine marten growled, the smart-dressed chef holding his arm outstretched through the crack in the door. Turning his head back to his trainee line chef, he added with a little afterthought, "...I didn't mean to shove you so hard." Standing a few feet away from him was a sweet femboy bunny, the former waitress's pink furred body clad in a crisp chef's coat and slacks. A frustrated little grump crossed her face as she stood rubbing her nose after her new boss socked her into the door. "But the dog bone thing wasn't working. I know you weren't hired for procurement, but you're going to have to learn a bit about animal behavior. You're not gonna catch a dog without giving it something it wants." Wiggling his paw out the door, the pine marten sighed as he waited for the right moment. "That little pup looked like he needed a meal." Just like fishing, the weasel felt resistance tug against his arm, the little corgi nearly dragging him straight into the door jam.

"Ooooh, you got something, Chef Abbot!" The bunny gasped, taking a little pleasure in seeing her boss underestimate the little pup's strength.

"I got 'em," he grunted, grabbing the sausage links with his other paw before adding, "get ready!" For a brief moment, the world seemed to spin for Laxes, the little corgi suddenly somersaulting rump over stumpers as his free meal of sausages revealed itself to be a trap. Tumbling across the floor, the little canine skidded to a stop at Sakita's feet. Bobbling his head about, the little corgi shook his head to try and gather his bearings, only to gasp in surprise as he got his first look at the room he was in.

Hot and stuffy, the corgi was overwhelmed with the sights and sounds of a working kitchen, a busy bustle of chefs tending pots or pans, waiters quickly moving dishes out to the restaurant's guests, and busboys bringing back soiled dishes for cleaning. The dining area was visible from the kitchen, with large plate glass windows giving diners and guests a clear view of the food's preparation as it happened. All around him, gorgeous dishes were being created. To his left, tender steaks were carefully timed on the grill. To his right, fresh greens were tossed into appetizing salads. As he sat at the feet of the sweet pink bunny, chomping down on the bit of sausage he managed to nab, Laxes couldn't help but drool over the savory scene surrounding him. "Oh wow!!" The corgi gasped aloud, eyes wide as he stood to take in the sights of the kitchen. "Not even the butcher lets me come inside his back room!" Laxes proclaimed, the hyperactive pup suddenly taking to his feet before anyone could stop him. "Guess THIS place is different!"

Wide-eyed, the stubby little dog raced about between the legs of the restaurant staff, yapping and barking with glee, overstimulated at the sights and smells of so much food. That is, until he came to the row of heavy ovens set off to one side of the kitchen. Skidding in his tracks, the corgi's eyes widened as he watched one of the chefs reach in with two oven-mitted paws, the sharp-dressed bird slowly pulling a massive roast out of the oversized hot box. Except this was nothing like what he saw at his favorite butcher's shop; a large horse's leg, the haunch, knee, shank and hoof all attached, lay perfectly roasted, nestled in a V-shaped rack over a bed of vegetables. The meat had been lovingly prepared, with a crisp and savory glaze baked into the flesh to seal in the juices, and a few slices of orange laid out overtop, pinned to the meat with toothpicks to create a dazzling display. The joint was extravagant, and though an odd choice of meat, it would have looked normal serving a large table.

Would have, if the chef had not placed the roast down onto the nearest workstation, right next to a decapitated horse's head. Laxes yowled with sudden horror as he stared up into the creature's glassy eyes and gaping mouth. There was no mistaking where the meat came from. This discovery was only made worse when he noticed a line chef one workstation over was happily taking a cleaver to the upper torso of what used to be the same horse, separating a rack of ribs from a clearly anthropomorphic arm. The equine might have been dead, but his body was still being parted out for steaks and chops in the restaurant. Laxes felt his head spin, the horrified pup glancing this way and that in terror. Previously overlooked details leapt out at the little corgi. Various meat charts depicted both anthropomorphic and non-traditional animals. The open freezer held several corpses, creatures both alive, slaughtered, and even partially butchered hanging from meat hooks in the frigid chill. Laxes even noticed that the bustling noise of the kitchen seemed to be underscored with muffled moans and cries, the horrid sounds of creatures being cooked and butchered alive mingled with chefs' banter and fresh orders from the front.

Quivering for just a moment, Laxes let his jaw drop in panic, the wheels turning in his head all the while. "Wh- Oh s- shit! What is... this place cooks people?!" He had stumbled headlong into a cannibal restaurant. The shrill cry caught the attention of some nearby chefs, the ones the little corgi hadn't already bumped into on his way in of course. Finding himself surrounded, Laxes yowled as he scurried back from whence he came. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, let me out of he- ooof!" The horrified pup raced for the door only to find it slammed shut before him, the way out blocked by an imposing pine marten.

"And where do you think you're going, my little delicacy?" the weasel growled, arms folded across his chest as he stared down the frightened little pup. The weasel appeared to be someone of importance at the restaurant, his tailored chef's coat and black slacks beautifully pressed, if still soiled from a day's worth of work in the kitchen. Uncrossing his arms, the pine marten showed off a coiled length of rope he was holding, a grin curling across the head chef's face as he took a step forward. "You've got a very important job tonight, puppy dog."

"N- no, wait, p- please... I... I won't tell anyone!" Backing up slowly from the looming pine marten, Laxes felt his fluffy little rump bump up against something soft. The nervous line-chef in training sported a half-grimace on her face, the femboy bunny fidgeting a little as she squeezed her calves against the little pup's chonky rump, holding him firm in place.

"Awww, Chef Abbot, he's really cute," Sakita said, smiling as she reached down to grip Laxes about the midsection. As the little corgi began to kick and squirm, she couldn't help but add, "Oooh, we got a little fighter here too, don't we?" Laxes growled over his shoulder at the bunny only to be met with a little kiss on the forehead. "Such a cute little puppydog you aaaaare. Whooooose a good boy?"

Laxes blushed a deep red at the praise, distracted enough that he hardly noticed the rope being slipped about his lower legs, the little corgi yelping as he felt the rope tighten his meaty little thighs and calves together. "Wait- N-no!" Laxes yelped, as he snapped out of the hypnotic allure of Sakita's puppy-talk, twisting his shoulders as he tried futilely to kick his tightly tied legs "Let me go!!"

"Awww, you're such a good widdle puppy-wuppy! Yessss you are! Dooooo you want aaaaaa... ball, cutie?"

"Ball?!" Laxes's dog brain seemed to overrule any worry he might have had. "Y- Yes! Awwwr-rawr-rawrf!" Even if he was a fully grown adult, he never quite got over the fun of being praised with puppy talk. And besides, no self-respecting canine would ever pass up a chance to play with a ball. It was enough to get the cute corgi to open his maw wide, tongue lolling out in expectant happiness. Instead, all he got was soft silicone, a food-safe ball gag slammed hard into his jaws before being locked into place around the back of his head. "There, now you won't lose your ball," Sakita said, muttering under her breath, "ever again."

"Mrrrrrf?!" Laxes groaned, his cute little eye teeth squishing into the heat-safe gag ineffectively as he realized he'd been tricked. Tears gently welled up in his eyes as he began to whimper, groveling at the realization that he was being treated just like the other slab of meat in this horrifying restaurant.

But all that praise set off alarm bells in the pine marten's head, a look of concern flowing across his face as he turned his attention to Sakita. As the rabbit was busy cooing and tickling the corgi's tummy, the pine marten couldn't help but remind her of her job. "Remember what I said about getting attached to the meat, Sakita?" he chided.

"Lookit his little smooshy cheeks, Choice!" The bunny, paying no attention to her boss's comment, shoved Laxes forward into the pine marten's face, the head chef furrowing his brow at the confused little dog attempting to lick his nose.

"Sakita. You are here to learn how to cook meat. Not play with it." Slowly pushing Laxes away from his face, the pine marten finished with the bindings on the corgi's front paws, tying them tight enough to elicit a little yelp from the pup. "I thought I made it clear that I am giving you a second chance - you did well cooking the nice little mouse family that used to live down the alleyway, but only after you stopped trying to treat them like people." With a smirk, the chef licked his chops as he motioned for Sakita to bring the bound-up hound over to the countertop nearby. "If you don't coddle this one, I think you'll prove you're trustworthy enough to start working on your own here. I just want to make sure you can make something a bit bigger than a mouse this time."

Laxes whined as his little body curled up in Sakita's arms, carried like a puppy across the kitchen towards one of the big workstations. Under the large bay windows that lined the kitchen, Sakita casually plopped her captive cutie down on the cold steel preparation space, playfully petting the pup's belly to keep him from squirming too much. But as Laxes began to squirm, fidgeting his body a bit harder at the realization he couldn't move a muscle. Despite his small size, the diminutive corgi could still squirm his body back and forth, twisting his hips one way while his shoulders and head wriggled to the opposite side. At first it was kinda cute, the bunny letting out a little giggle as she pet her future entrée's tummy. But quickly, the pup's lowbrow whines and nerve-stricken glares devolved into louder growls as he began to struggle for freedom.

Realizing her future meal was not going to cooperate, Sakita started to grip the little corgi tighter, her muzzle scrunching in frustration as she tried to get the pup to lay still. "Hey, hey, easy little fella." Nervously glancing over her shoulder as her chef walked away to attend to something, she whispered a sharp, "Calm down, little pup. I- I can explain... I don't really want to cook you." When that did not work, the bunny began to wrestle with her catch of the day, trying to hold him down to the table so Laxes would stop whimpering. "Rrrr... I know Chef Abbot is scary, but you gotta trust me! I got a plan to- to-" Growling, Sakita realized she couldn't wrangle with the little corgi, Laxes's struggles thumping against the preparation station with more and more vigor, enough to draw the attention of a few lunch rush patrons watching through the glass. That is, until the bunny lifted the diminutive pup clear off the table.

Letting out a sudden, "Yipe!" Laxes felt the world drop out from under him as Sakita slammed him down hard onto the table. Bouncing his head off the metal prep station, the pup's eyes bobbled and brain rattled in his skull. The bodily throw certainly shut up the little pup, a soft whine escaping his snout as Sakita placed her face nose to nose with the little hound.

Staring down into his eyes, she growled in a firm and low voice, "Listen... I NEED this job little pup." Apologizing under her breath, the bunny carefully re-tied Laxes's front legs, working to make the knot a little more comfortable for the frightened corgi. "I already feel bad I had to shish-kebab those little meeces, but if I don't pass this internship, then I'm going to end up on the menu... So just..." Glancing over her shoulder, the femboy bun growled a final warning to the pup, "Just play along, cutie, okay? I'm not gonna let the mean ol' chef cook you up."

"Sakita," the pine marten grumbled as he returned carrying a large leather-bound menu in his paws. "You really need to be more careful with the meat." Handing off the menu to his bunny apprentice, Chef Abbot gave the little canine a browse, turning the bound pup over on the table. "We don't want any unsightly bruises." After a moment or two, the head chef gave a little approving nod to his sous chef. "Looks alright. And I see you've improved a lot on your rope work."

A broad grin crept across Sakita's boxy muzzle as she exclaimed, "Aaaa, you really think so, Chef Abbot?" I've been practicing at home!"

"Good," Chef Abbot said with a smile, licking his chops as he propped himself against the side table. "I'm going to let you take charge then. Tell me what you need to do next?" The bunny's elation quickly dropped as she looked nervously to the side, fidgeting with her apron a little.

"Uhh... well... I... What meal does the customer want?"

"You knew well enough to ask this time." The chef smirked, giving a little tap to the menu Sakita held in her paws. "Here's a little trick I learned if a customer is undecided or wants to be surprised. When you're working with live meat, it never hurts to find out what makes them tick. A lot of the meaty little sluts we kidnap or coax into volunteering prefer what kind of dish they'd want to become." Laxes swallowed hard as he felt the pine marten's paw coax over the little corgi's sheath, stroking the fuzzy little sock from his tight little balls, all the way up to the edge where the cute pup's tip had just begun to peek out. "Some of them just don't know it yet."

"Ooooh," Sakita smiled, noticing the tip of Laxes's shaft nudging into view. "Hang on, let me get my waitress face on..." Sakita took a breath before turning to the pup with a broad grin on her boxy little muzzle. Opening the menu before Laxes's face, the excited little bun couldn't help but harken back to her time as a server in front of house for the whimpering little pup. "Welcome to Choice Cuts Restaurant and Bar, the premier spot for succulent and savory cannibal cuisine. My name is Sakita and I will be your server today! Would you like to see the specials we have on offer?" This question turned out to be rhetorical as the dim-witted Corgi did not necessarily know how to read. He didn't even really know what a menu was. Cocking his head to the side softly, the confused pup watched as Sakita opened the leather-bound menu, flipping past multiple pages of written words that all looked like strange scribbles to him until she reached a glossy rear page at the back. "All of our specials are hand-picked, locally-sourced, cared for in-house, cruelty-friendly meals! We guarantee they are processed or cooked here on site!" she exclaimed, watching Laxes's expression turn from confusion to pure horror.

With the bottom of the menu resting on the little canine's belly, it was impossible for Laxes to ignore the collage of large photographs attached to the page. Each one was surrounded by a few extra pictures and written facts to give the viewer information about each special of the day. But unlike a normal menu, these pictures were not of average sized meals. Each of these specials were once-living, sentient creatures, their cooked bodies and cuts accompanied by a clear picture of their faces, age, and genitalia. Their crisp or steaming bodies were all clearly still and dead, no sign of life in their perfectly plated pictures, ensuring the viewer didn't have to guess whether the specials were staged photos.

"If you're in the mood for something traditional, our chefs have a lovely recipe for a homestyle pot roast." Tapping the picture in the top right, Laxes found his eyes drawn to a large casserole dish with a tightly bound cow nestled in the center. Surrounded by chopped carrots, onions and potatoes, the gravy surrounding the tightly bound roast was still bubbling when the picture was taken, the meat's snout clearly submerged under the fluid after having lost their fight with the oven. "Complete with rustic root vegetables and cooked until the meat is falling off the bone. You can even see how much twine we needed to keep the meal together! And, of course, there's plenty of bone to fall off, we have a lovely young heifer here." Right next to the large photograph was a smaller one of a smiling and happy cow, the same one from the central photo. "Molly here is just 22 years old and came to us straight out of college, wanting to help pay off her student loans. I don't think she read the fine print about how she would be doing that, but the cute girl certainly made plenty of exciting moos and moans from inside the dutch oven as she cooked."

Glancing up from the menu, Sakita gave a little smirk as she sized up Laxes's arousal at the sight of the tender beef roast. He might have been a little dim, but Laxes wasn't completely stupid - he could easily tell what she was doing, the fidgety pup quickly clenched his legs shut trying to hide from the bunny's view. Turning her attention towards her pine marten boss, the chef gave a little nod of encouragement, while silently wondering why she had decided to leave her position at the front of the house. The easily flustered femboy bunny was a natural at selling the menu. But get her into the kitchen and she made burning water look easy, given how much coddling he needed to give her during her first days on the job. Grimacing softly, the pink furred bunny seemed pleased with how the head chef reacted, especially since there was not much of a tell from the little hound. Mentally crossing off Corgi Au Jus from the menu, she continued down the list of specials.

"If that's not quite your style, then perhaps you'd like something from the grill? We've got plenty of very expensive options for our discerning guests. And that includes a gorgeous surf and turf platter for those who are hungry for a little mix of the spray and the land. Of course, lobster isn't the only meal fitting a meal of this quality, and tonight we've got a savory young shark on the menu." He used to go by Finn, at least that was the name appended to his nervous photo. The cute little lemon shark seemed to be blushing through his translucent skin as he smiled into the camera for his candid shot. He looked a lot less happy after spending an afternoon on the barbecue, his toothy face contorted into a grimace that only showed off exactly how agonized his death was. Nestled up next to him was a lithe and spry deer. The cute little venison's grill-marked body looked placid in death. His candid shot was far less so, the creature's head being held in place by two assistants for the photograph to be taken. "A kidnapped deer and a willing, happy shark. Nothing says surf'n'turf quite like the yin and yang of a willing and unwilling meal..."

The little corgi wasn't getting off to all this classy dining. Furrowing her brow, the bunny decided to change tactics and tapped on the photo down at the bottom of the page. "Well, if that doesn't get you going... How about a down-home American classic?" Chef Abbot couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the choice. It was not exactly something he would recommend to a customer. Sakita pressed the menu into Laxes's face, forcing the little corgi to confront a picture of a lanky great dane. The dog's whimpering face filled the frame of his candid photograph, eyes wide in terror the moment the flash snapped in front of his snout. He had every reason to be terrified. The larger photograph next to him showed the meaty canine laid on his back in an oversized hotdog bun, his flesh a darkened shade of reddened-brown as he splayed out in the doughy softness. His facial expression was fully obscured; the pup's head was laid back so that his snout poked out the far end of the bun whilst his toes, curled from the heat and moist from dripping juices, rested in the foreground of the photograph. Two long drizzles of mustard and ketchup snaked their way lazily over the beastly dog's body, the uninterrupted streams crisscrossing perfectly, accenting the dog's lanky, steaming body as it rested and sweated.

As Sakita opened her mouth to describe the visual delicacy, she found herself pausing a little smile rolling across her face at what she saw. Laxes's nervous whimpers took on a strained noise, the little pup biting his lip softly as he stared at the big dog before him. If the great dane was a footlong hotdog, the little corgi was barely big enough to fit in a store-bought pack of eight! And he looked so succulent! So tender, his flesh taught and firm, almost like he plumped as he cooked like a real ballpark frank. Laxes huffed his chubby little cheeks, swallowing hard as he noticed that the great dane really did plumpen up; the hound's massive shaft was heavily erect, the meaty sausage laid perfectly across his hips and reaching up to his belly. The creature's cock must have absolutely throbbed from the heat, the flesh taught and swollen enough that it looked like it would split like a real hotdog at the first bite. Whoever prepared him must have applied plenty of stimulation to ensure he was presented perfectly for the photograph. Especially given how unwilling the hound looked in his photograph. The little corgi was so transfixed, he hardly noticed his own horror hard-on beginning to swell and throb between his thick and fluffy thighs.

"Ohhh, sweetie pup..." Sakita crooned softly, rubbing her paw down over the corgi's shaft. Laxes gasped, a confused yowl escaping his maw at the bunny's gentle touch. "Does that get you all excited?" Laxes's fear-filled eyes began to tear up, his head shaking softly in nervous panic. "Lil' pupper wants to be a steamy hotdog on a nice toasty bun?" Giving his cock a firm squeeze, Sakita added nervously back over her shoulder, "...a- a real bun, not... cooked with a bunny... like me."

"We'll see, won't we?" Chef Abbot growled with a smirk. "I think our 'customer' made his decision." Yet the chef's excitement at the prospect would not last long, as a peculiar fact of Laxes's anatomy would quickly become apparent. The little corgi didn't have the best genetic luck; while his body was cute, the critter's internals had a problematic setup. Born with a rerouted urinary tract, the pup had a peculiar quirk of relieving himself through his tailhole. This normally wasn't much of a problem, of course, the corgi happily going about his business and passers-by would simply assume he was a she. But laying out on the preparation station, terrified at his future, Laxes could no longer control himself. As the chef turned his back to the corgi, a whiff of something acrid and filthy caught his nose, causing the pine marten to scrunch his snout. "Sakita, do you smell th-"

Chef Abbot's face dropped the moment he turned around, the bunny shyly grimacing as she lifted away the menu, the horrified hound relieving himself across the preparation table. The corgi's expression melted from fear to abject embarrassment, the shy little thing squirming his paws in their bonds out of frustration. "Just, uh, the smell of wet dog, Chef," the trainee offered nervously.

"Clearly," the pine marten sighed, rushing to grab a towel and slap it down to contain the foul mess of fluids drooling out Laxes' backside before it contaminated more than just the worktop. "And literally. Go take this thing and clean it up. Washed. Inside and out, and shaved clean. We need it to be smooth."

"Yes Chef!" The pink bun chirped with a little wiggle to her tail, her excitement tempered by the realization she had to carry the soaked dog all the way to the storage closet. "Awww, did the drippy puppy have an accident?" Laxes's face scrunched into a snarl at the insinuation, even if he couldn't deny that his backside was covered in steamy warm piss. "Don't worry little guy, we'll get you all cleaned up!"

Chef Abbot sighed, shaking his head at the mess. A quick glance at his watch and he realized he'd already spent over an hour babysitting Sakita today. That's an hour he couldn't focus on his other chefs or preparations for the evening dinner rush. While the lunch crowd was always light, the head chef couldn't help but worry that he might have to scramble later to pick up the pieces if this training session took too long. Thankfully, the workstation was easy enough to clean - stainless steel worktops and commercial grade soaps made short work of the mess, even if it took a little elbow grease the head chef wasn't used to. Deciding to help out his clueless apprentice, the pine marten began preparing the workspace while he let her deal with the pup's cleaning.

"Should hopefully make things easier on her," he grumbled under his breath as he went about getting the necessary equipment, first hauling out a large porcelain platter from underneath the workstation. It was certainly big enough to fit a corgi-sized hotdog, with space for a side of fries. Nodding with approval, Chef Abbot left the workstation to go grab a bun from the pantry. Of course, he took his time doing so, giving a few encouraging comments to his staff along the way, prodding his line chefs to prep up certain ingredients in advance, or giving some advice about the evening's meat selection. Stepping past the oversized freezers filled with half-dead meat and carcasses swinging from hooks or laid on shelving, Chef Abbot gave a quick nod to his purchasing and supply manager. The broad-shouldered bull was casually standing by the doorway to the livestock storage room, checking off the morning shipments as they arrived.

"Hey Choice," the brown-and-cream longhorn snorted, rolling his shoulders to adjust the maroon vest he wore over his button-down shirt. "You looking for that rabbit?" He offered, hiking his horns in the direction of the back room. "Took some dog I didn't recognize back into the showers."

"Morning, Max. I was headed to the pantry to pick up a few things," the pine marten said, dwarfed by the muscular bovine's presence, "but thought I'd stop by and see how Sakita was doing." The whimpering noises coming from the back seemed to confirm that the bunny hadn't done something completely stupid, like run off with the little hound.

Chef Abbot chuckled as he stepped past the bull into the livestock storage room, the area built like a strange mix between a puppy mill and a locker room. Volunteer meat who could be trusted to maintain their composure were allowed some latitude to lounge and freshen up in their own time, an alarm anklet attached to ensure they didn't get cold feet and make a break for it. Those who had been tricked into their role, or were purchased under the table, were kept in a row of cages akin to those found in a veterinary office that lined the back wall. The right mixture of volunteer meat, coerced victims and unwilling kidnappees was the secret to running a successful cannibal restaurant. Every customer could choose if their meat was tinted with fear or lust in their final moments alive. But as the pine marten turned the corner to peek into the showers, the warm moist air filling his snout, his continence dropped ever so slightly at what he saw.

"Shhh it's okay little puppo," Sakita crooned softly, the bunny grunting ever so softly as she took a heavy loofah to the corgi's back. "Remember? I'm not really gonna cook you, I promise." Laxes, of course, didn't seem to believe the femboy rabbit, the little pup's concern palpable as he peered back over his shoulder. But he had no other choice but to trust the only person in the restaurant who didn't want to outright eat him. "I just gotta prove to Chef Abbot that I can prep you up like a real hotdog." Grunting, the bunny huffed softly as she felt the corgi's paws tapping and fidgeting against her slacks, a sudden splash of water nearly drenching her were it not for a quick leap out of the way. "H- hey! Watch it, you're gonna make me have to go pantsless out there..."

"Yiiiiiiiieeee...." Laxes whimpered, his cute little ears splaying as he was scolded for getting a little too squirmy.

"Bad dog! ...oh, who am I kidding?" Sakita chuckled as she unbuttoned her pants, letting them fall around her ankles so she wouldn't have to worry about getting them wet. "You're such a cutie." As Laxes looked back over his shoulder, the corgi blushed under his toasty golden coat at the sight of his captor. Sakita was a rare treat, the cute little femboy bunny playfully tugging down her frilly lace panties to release her pent-up cock from the prison of fabric it'd been trapped in all day. "Mmm... Whooooo wants some belly rubs?" Carefully flipped over, Laxes grunted a contented little huff as he felt Sakita's paws rub and tease his body, this time less concerned with making sure he was scrubbed, and more concerned with feeling him over. Giving the little dog a scritch, Sakita felt her new freed shaft press up against the pup's paws. Slowly pushing her tender four and a half inches from the hound's heel, she tenderly ground all the way up until her cockhead nestled against the corgi's splayed toes.

"Rrrrrrr..." A hot blush rushed over Laxes's face, the corgi huffing softly at the sensation of being used while getting belly rubs.

"Awww, I think you like that, don't you?" Sakita asked, receiving a huffy little head shake from the blushing canine, the critter frustrated to feel his cock throb between his thighs. "I'm just gonna take that as a yes." It most certainly was not a yes. "Relax, lil pup you've been worked up today." Rolling her eyes, Sakita added, "So have I... I- I've seen too much about how this place works to lose this job." Grunting softly, the trainee chef huffed as she ground her cock slow and steady against the corgi's tender paw, moaning as she felt Laxes tense at the touch, the little hound planting his other paw, still bound at the ankles, against her shaft in a vain attempt to push her away. Sakita couldn't help but take that as a sign of his own excitement,, her tender bunny paws carefully reaching down to stroke the pup's tender arousal, coaxing his red rocket of a cock out from the fluffy sheath it was tucked into. "Mmmm... that's a good boy... You... you trust me don't you, puppy-wuppy?"

"Mnnnpfh...! Rrrrrwarf!" Laxes growled, his snout turned in a confused snarl, trying to maintain his composure enough to ward off the bunny's advances. Yet all the while, he had a tooth snaggled over the edge of his muzzle, the growing forced arousal building in his loins as she teased her little captive.

Chef Abbot stared from the doorway, curious at the scene he was watching. On one hand, his apprentice had just admitted she wanted to release her victim. On the other, here she was paw-fucking herself on the meat. It was hard to tell whether she was being serious, or if she was coaxing Laxes into a false sense of security. Allowing his paw to drop down to his pants, Chef Abbot stifled his own excitement as the pink-furred bunny stroked harder and more furiously against Laxes's paws. With her eyes closed, lost in the beautiful lust of her moment, Sakita didn't even notice she was being watched, even as she threw her head back in ecstasy.

"A- Ahhh..." The bunny gasped, shuddering bodily as she pushed right past the edge, a hot spatter of warm cum spurting out in gooey ropes all over the corgi's meaty paws. "Oh f- fuck," she groaned, swallowing a gob of spittle as she pulled her paw off Laxes's shaft.

The little hound whimpered, his stubby little paws disgraced by the rabbit's hot and gooey cum. Worse, for all her effort trying to get Laxes to trust her, Sakita didn't even manage to bring Laxes to orgasm; the corgi's shaft throbbed at full length against his belly, causing the frightened little pup to suffer from a mix of edging and obvious horror at the treatment. Slipping a cock ring over the needy pup's shaft, Sakita reached her paws down to playfully circle the corgi's tender pucker, eyes widening in surprise as she whispered. "O- Oh..." Sakita blinked, staring down at Laxes's fluffy rump, the fuzzy fur matted down with a gooey fluid dribbling out his hindhole. "Looks like more than just your bladder is routed wrong. Pfft, I see why you'd have been passed up at the pound." Laxes did not take too kindly to the comment, his snout contorting to a frumpy little frown as the apprentice rabbit went to scrub up his precum-soaked hindquarters. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding... You're such a sweetie puppy, if this whole plan works out, I should take you to get a big juicy steak, my treat." As if a lightning bolt struck, the bunny leaned in to add, "I guess I should tell you what I have in mind? Here's how I'm gonna get you out of here lil' pup. You're very lucky, there's another corgi already dispatched and waiting in the freezer. When Chef Abbot is distracted, I'll untie you and swap you out for the other meat. Nobody will know the difference once you're cooked..."

Sakita's words trailed off as Chef Abbot stepped away from the showers, shaking his head at just how dumb the bunny thought he was. Stepping back past the hefty bull manager, the pine marten paused momentarily to address him. "Max," he said, a slight air of concern to his voice, "I'm thinking a change to the menu tonight,"

"Sure, boss," the bull offered, sensing something was off. "What's on your mind?"

"Have the corgi we've got in the freezer thawed out and ground up tonight, will you? I'll figure out something to do with the meat; nobody orders small dog steaks anyways."

"Sure, of course!" Max sighed with a touch of relief, quietly happy that he didn't need to rush out for a 'last minute procurement.'

"Oh, and before I forget, can you get that old hotdog roller we have up and out of equipment storage?"

"That old thing? You said it wasn't worth the gimmick and told me to put it away because it took forever to cook someone." The bull cocked his head to the side, scratching his temple with the edge of his clipboard. "What do you want that for?"

"Sakita is..." he paused, thinking about how to phrase it judiciously. "...a little soft on the meat she's working with. I tasked her with making a hotdog. I think she should have to stand there and watch."

"You're the boss," Max grunted, making a note of it on his clipboard.

"Thank you, Max, you're doing a great job as usual."

As Chef Abbot walked off towards the pantry, he cracked a smile as he heard the bull mutter, "Glad I'm not the one on your bad side." Digging about in the bodega-sized storage area, the pine marten grabbed everything he needed to ensure he made the perfect hotdog out of the tender little pup. Armfuls of condiments, each one hand-made with care, were swept into a bag he slung over his shoulder. He was careful, of course, not to drop any. Part of the secret to the restaurant's success was that each condiment was made with a handful of savory micros tossed in for good measure. Like salty, umami anchovies added to a rich Caesar dressing, they created a perfect backing whether pulped with a stick blender or stewed down in a low simmer. The marten chef had to be careful as he went about his work, dodging the occasional line chef rushing past to grab a missing ingredient, or wait staff taking a few moments to collect themselves and check their phone messages. Finishing up his shopping trip in the rear of the pantry, Chef Abbot browsed over the bread loaves lining the back wall. He was always so surprised at how his bakery contacts could make almost anything, from dainty dinner rolls all the way up to person-sized pastries. Carefully selecting an oversized split-top bun that looked roughly corgi sized, the head chef made his way back to the kitchen with a wry little smirk on his face.

Setting the bun down on the oversized platter, the pine marten carefully split it open, the soft bread yielding to his paws as he settled it out for Sakita to work with. Next to the platter, the pine marten settled out an array of condiments, arranging the traditional mustard, ketchup and relish out in a little arc next to the plate, followed by a few extra bottles. Mayo, sriracha and a house made blend of buffalo sauce. The heavy, two-handed squeeze bottles sat imposingly, even next to the oversized bun, each holding nearly 48 ounces of condiment. Dusting off his paws, Chef Abbot sig

"See, you look so cute without your fur!" Sakita exclaimed, planting a soft kiss on Laxes's snout, the pink-fleshed pup's head turning in a nervous glance towards the prep station. "Don't worry little hot dog, you're on your way to becoming a world-renowned dish!" Scrunching her snout, the bunny grunted, "Ugh, but you still smell like dog breath." As she passed by the entryway to the dining area, Sakita instinctively popped her paw through the swinging double doors, groping about for a moment until she snagged a breath mint off the server's station. With a big smile on her face, the bunny happily plopped Laxes down into the oversized hotdog bun, her paw reaching out to give the little corgi a boop on the nose, before plopping the breath mint into his open mouth.

"You, uh..." Chef Abbot chuckled, crossing his arms in front of him, "You didn't brush his teeth, did you?"

"Naw, but that ought to do," Sakita shrugged in response, clasping her paws in front of her chef's coat.

"It's a wonder we pass health inspection," the chef muttered before gathering himself. "Alright, this recipe is pretty simple. In fact, it practically cooks itself." Laxes shook his head at the assertion he might cook himself, but the nervous pup couldn't do much else but squirm his little rump deeper into the cozy-soft bun. The bread was fresh, and still a touch moist from the baking process. Despite a heavy crumb, the bun acted more like quicksand for the corgi, its soft and supple nature causing Laxes to slip down into the middle of the fresh baked roll. His wriggling pink flesh neither split the roll open on the bottom, nor rested high enough to allow him to escape. His weight was just right, creating a nicely cylindrical squish to the hot dog bun, giving the creature-sized weenie the perfect hotdog shape, and even a similar look to a plump gas station frank. "Before we get him on to cook, I need to make sure you know how to top a hotdog."

"I..." Sakita blinked, swallowing hard as her expression fell to a nervous embarassment. "You didn't tell me that..."

"What's wrong?" the head chef asked, cocking his head to the side. "It's easy."

"I, uh... Maybe for you it is. But I get a little gunshy... when I gotta... perform."

"Gun sh- wh- what are you...?" It was the pine marten's turn to blink, confused as he grabbed a large bottle of ketchup off the table. "Here, watch, it's not that hard." Still unsure what his trainee was going on about, Chef Abbot skillfully shook the heavy bottle single-handedly, the lithe weasel's arms more muscular than they looked from years of working fast in the kitchen. Popping the lid off with his thumb, the chef leveled the bottle directly at Laxes's face, the tip oozing the slightest dribble of ketchup as he took aim upon his helpless victim. "An important part of cooking is presentation," the chef said, applying a growing pressure to the bottle until a gentle _frrrrrt_of escaping air released from inside, causing Laxes to flinch and close his eyes tight. "It would be easy to toss a whole rabbit into the oven. I could slap her on a plate and the meal would be enjoyed." The chef added just a little more pressure, and one final adjustment in aim, before a thick stream of ketchup ejected from the tip of the squeeze bottle. The syrupy condiment flowed in a lazy arc through the air, spattering directly on Laxes's face with a wet plap.

For a moment, the corgi lay in a state of confused shock, the gooey tomato sauce sticking to his bare face in a single dense line. Jaw hanging slack, Laxes followed the languid arc of ketchup with his eyes as it slowly snaked its way down his body, broad curves covering the corgi's body in perfect oscillating stripes without dripping down the edges of the bun. There was a reason Chef Abbot was the head chef of his restaurant; not only could he cook, but he had an eye for what made a dish great. Laxes got the strangest view, watching as the drizzle of ketchup drooled over his chest, switch-backed around his nipples, and ran down his pudgy little belly in broad strokes. "Rrrrrrr..." A low whine rumbled in the confused life-sized hotdog's chest as he watched Chef Abbot upturn the bottle of ketchup just as he reached the dog's groin. Without interrupting the stream, the thick spatter of ketchup glanced over the pup's cock and balls. The protruding shaft and sheath created a little definition to the otherwise rather uniform looking pup-on-a-bun as the layer of ketchup drooled down either side of his meaty shaft.

"But our customers come in looking for excitement," Chef Abbot concluded. "A meal that will satisfy their hunger and their lust." Finishing with a few turns down Laxes's legs, the pine marten brought the single squeeze of ketchup to an end on the little corgi's feet, the paws splaying shyly as the gooey, cloying sauce ran between his toes and down his left paw's pads. "I don't expect you to get it the first time. It takes a steady hand to do something like this. But look at how I used the ketchup to accentuate his features. Around the nipples, follow the body's curves. The sauce draws the eyes towards the groin and the feet." Turning back to Sakita with a smile, Chef Abbot concluded the lesson with a chirp. "And that, my dear, is how you top a hotdog."

"Oh, thank god!" Sakita huffed a sigh of relief, a hot blush visible under her pink-furred cheeks as she gave a look over the squirming pup whimpering in his prison of a bun. "I- I was worried you meant I had to really top him! You know I'm kinda a bottom, right?" Sakita commented with an almost cocky air. Chef Abbot's expression blanked for just a moment, before his muzzle curled into a low snarl when he realized exactly what Sakita was talking about. His paw instinctively squeezed down on the ketchup bottle as he tried to ball up into a frustrated fist. He was only stopped by the sound of the condiment bottle's lid popping open, flapping off to one side as it expelled a wet fart of escaping air and a blob of sticky ketchup that just nearly missed Sakita chef's coat. Of course, Chef Abbot wasn't just upset at Sakita's wry little joke. He was also confused, considering he had just watched the bunny use Laxes's paws to jerk off, the admission only adding to the absurdity of his poor hiring decision.

"I'll... Remember that," he growled at last, grabbing up the bottle of mustard and shoving it into the bunny's paws, before taking his tea towel off his waist and proceeding to wipe down Laxes's body.

"Hey, that was pretty!" Sakita yelped, fumbling with the oversized bottle. "Are you sure you don't want to, uh... keep it?"

"It wouldn't be training if you didn't have a turn," Chef Abbot huffed, careful to take his time wiping over the corgi's sensitive spots. Laxes got to endure one final humiliation of having the thick line of ketchup smeared over his smooth-shaven body. The indignity of his nipples getting smeared by the syrupy-rich spread caused Laxes to whine as he kicked his feetpaws softly, bound forelimbs nervously paddling at the air as if he might gain some leverage to break himself free. "Hold still, pup," Chef Abbot scolded as he grabbed the hound's cock and balls, lifting his shaft up to make sure he got all the way around it.

"Rrrrr-raff!" Laxes grumbled at the sensation of the rough tea towel rimming about his sensitive sheath, shaking his head at the embarrassing treatment. "Y- Yamp!"

Finishing up with the little pup's stumpers, Chef Abbot tossed his red-stained towel off to the side before adding, "Alright. Let's see what you can do." Frrrt~! "Don't worry about it being perfect, just-" Frrrt~! "...just make sure you-" Frrrrrt~! Sakita giggled as she squished the mustard bottle, the squeeze of air spurting out of the nozzle making a funny little noise, with the pleasant side-effect of raising Chef Abbot's blood pressure. "...I don't know why I bother," he muttered to himself before adding, "Alright, I've been busy with you all morning. I need to catch up with my sous chefs and meet with the bartenders tonight. If I come back in five minutes will you have something for me to look at?" The chef reached down under the prep table to pull out a stack of five or six towels, laying them next to the plate as 'encouragement' for Sakita to practice.

"Yes Chef! I won't let you down." The look on Chef Abbot's face seemed to think otherwise, but the pine marten gave his nod of assent before catching the eye of one of his other workers. "Alright, widdle puppums," Sakita smiled, a broad grin as she loomed over the diminutive, dimwitted dog. "Time to dress you up good. If you're lucky, I'll even give you a pickle..."

Despite his abject fear, Laxes remembered what Sakita had said to him in the showers. Even if he didn't truly believe she was going to let him go, it was the only hope he could rest on. As the pink furred bun towered over him, Laxes shyly raised his two bound fore-paws up above his face, as if to shyly ask to please untie him. "Owff?" he begged, putting on his best puppy eyes despite a smear of ketchup still stuck to his cheek.

"Hmm?" Sakita cocked her head to the side, thumbing over the imposing mustard bottle. "Oh? You want me to let you out, sweetie puppy?" Laxes nodded furiously to the question, only to feel his ears droop as Sakita wiggled his plump and pudgy belly. "Oh, lil' fluffykins, I can't do that."

Shaking his head, the pup growled a low, "Rrrr..." before nudging his paws in the direction of the head chef, trying to point to the fact he was clearly distracted, his nose down in a large pot of lamb stew, the lamb in question listless and groaning from the overwhelming heat of the simmer. "Owff!" Laxes begged, louder this time, only to feel Sakita pinch his cheeks playfully.

"Oh no cutie... He'd notice if I changed you out for a dead corgi right now. I have to make the swap when it looks like you've died." This news did not sit well with Laxes. He might have been a brainless little mutt, but even he understood that trying to swap him out on the cusp of death was a risky and dangerous move. Especially when this hopelessly dumb bunny was the one trying to help him escape from the clutches of a cannibal restaurant without arousing suspicion. "So just relax and let me get a little practice in, okay? You can do that, right? You'll be a very good boy for me? Hmmmm?" Laxes blushed at the praise, the trainee chef reaching down to rub rub rub on his rounded little tummy. "Whoooooo's a good boy? Is it youuuu?"

"Awrf!"

"It iiiiiis! It is you!"

"Aww-rawwwr-raaaaawr..." Laxes huffed and snorted, little tail thump thump thumping against the sides of the bun as his cute butt wiggled.

"Let's get you dressed up pretty, little puppy!" Laxes opened his eyes just in time to see the heavy mustard bottle tilt forward over his snout. Closing his eyes tight, the corgi braced himself for the inevitable smack in the face that would come from so much tangy yellow condiment. Like waiting for the executioner's bullet, time seemed to stand still for the corgi; his eyes closed tight and his toes curled as the pup quietly begged to be spared the humiliation of being coated yet again.

Dripdrip! A wet sensation pattered upon Laxes's nose, the corgi opening his eyes to see a feint dribble of yellowish-brown water drooling out the tip and plapping onto his nose. Even if he wasn't interested in getting a facial of mustard, the pup knew that something wasn't right with what Sakita was doing.

"Hang on..." the bunny frowned softly, turning the bottle right side up for a moment and giving it a shake, sloshing the contents around the oversized bottle until it mixed up to a uniform bright yellow. Turning the bottle on its side once more, Sakita stuck her tongue out the side of her boxy little muzzle, furrowing her brow in frustration as she squeezed down onto the bottle with both paws. Frrrrt~! "H- huh? Wait, hang on... What am I doing wrong?" The sound was funny the first five times, but now more than ever Sakita was determined not to mess up her practice. "He shook it first, so why doesn't it come out for me?"

Laxes's squirms began to grow, a low and rumbling, "Whiiiine," escaping his snout as Sakita wrestled with the bottle. Restless in his cozy cocoon, the little pup managed to twist himself just enough to gain purchase with his forelimbs on the soft and squishy bun. When she finally turned her attention away from the mustard, a wet plap of gooey sauce oozing out the tip and onto Laxes's hip, the bunny gasped as she realized her little hot dog was trying to escape.

"Oh, no no no, little pup!" the trainee chef exclaimed, reaching out to grab the corgi by his forepaws as another haphazard squirt of mustard drooled out onto the dog's wriggling body. "D- Don't move, you're making this hard on me." Realizing her mistake, Sakita tried tucking the bottle under her arm as she reached for one of the towels. "Please, I need you to stay still just a little long- ooops." Accidentally putting a little too much pressure on the squeeze bottle, another blorp of tangy sauce spurted out, a wet and obscene Frrrt~! accompanying the squishy sound of yellow mustard spattering down onto Laxes's footpaws.

Overwhelmed by the uncooperative dish, Sakita tried to salvage her cleanup efforts, taking the pup's paws in her own and quickly wiping them off. His squirmy little toes did not help matters, squishing the dregs of mustard about as she tried to make him presentable again. "Please..." At long last, Sakita whispered defeatedly. "Please just stay still puppy." And just like that, the little corgi seemed to freeze, as still as could be, holding his position rigid as he stared, wide-eyed at Sakita. "...you... You will?"

Laxes whimpered, nodding softly as a low whine rumbled in his shaved chest. Overjoyed, the bunny practically lept to the side of the prep table to look over the condiments she was provided, affording Laxes a perfect view of the scene that REALLY caused him to lay still. Fear gripped the little pup as he watched a hefty bull approach one of the workstations, the purchasing and supply manager carrying a meaty Welsh Corgi just about Laxes's size and weight. The creature seemed a little frostbitten around the ears, snout and lifeless eyes, having clearly been thawed out from its time in the freezer. There was some conversation between the bull and the line chefs as he brought it over to an open workstation, one of them pointedly looking over at Laxes as he lay nervously in the oversized bun. As dull as the little hound was, he knew deep down that was the corgi Sakita was talking about switching him out with. Without any fanfare or ceremony, the line cook hefted up the formerly-frozen corgi and planted him face down into a heavy metal hopper on the workstation, the little pup's butt and hind legs hanging almost comically over the edge.

"Okay, cutie! I'm gonna try these two!" Sakita exclaimed just as the industrial meat grinder turned on, the frozen corgi's body twitching and spasming as the heavy metal tines began to chew through his flesh and body. Laxes's jaw dropped as he watched an amalgam of minced meat squish out the grinder's outlet, his hopes of escape dwindling as the body-double pup was fed into the grinder. "I just need you to hold very still!"

"Rrrrf!" Laxes shook his head feverishly as Sakita stepped back in front of his view, oblivious to the fact that her plan unraveling behind her. "Ouff-Ouff!!" The little corgi grunted, pleading as he held his bound up paws in front of him while using his legs to try and point to the abject corgi carnage happening behind her.

"Now you don't want to hold still for me?" Sakita grumped, the bunny's ears flopping back in frustration as she growled. "Fine, I'll just..." Hefting the bottle of ketchup into both paws, the trainee chef gave it a firm shake before leveling the spout over her future hot dog. A firm squeeze was all it took this time as squishy, thick ketchup began to flow out and spatter onto the corgi's face and body. Unlike Chef Abbot's fine work, however, Sakita's condiment application was amateurish at best. Unfamiliar with when and how to move her paws, the ketchup pooled in a rounded puddle right on Laxes's face, the squishy liquid dimpling in a large blob on Laxes's snout as she tried to even out the flow. The bunny might not have expected to be an expert at squeezing out appetizing lines of condiments upon a living hot dog, but she also did not expect it to be this hard!

Squiggly and shaky, Sakita tried to mimic Chef Abbot's work, but she just couldn't get her stubborn little rabbit paws to do anything that he did. Squishy lines snaked over the edge of the bun, soaking red ketchup stains into the side of the soft split-top roll. Moving too fast or too slow, the bunny managed to paint thin little stripes or overwhelmingly thick gobs upon the poor pup's body. His wriggling did nothing to help with the situation, the pup's pleas causing even Sakita's best lines of ketchup to warp and distort, smearing the sticky fluid against his body. Not only was it downright embarrassing to be treated like a ballpark frank, but the poor little corgi couldn't even figure out how to escape the nightmare he was stuck in, even as he was forced to listen to his body double being ground to a pulpy mess just behind Sakita. In a last-ditch effort to escape the indignity, Laxes opened his maw to whine, figuring it was safe as he felt the offending spatter of over-pressurized ketchup pattering against his shins and toes. All that came out, despite his panic, was a confused whimper, the embarrassed little hound soaked in ketchup.

As Laxes yowled out his last-ditch attempt to get Sakita to stop, the corgi made his fateful mistake, lifting his legs at just at the wrong time. As he wiggled his condiment-soaked paws around in the air with frantic fervor, Sakita realized she no longer had a target to hit, instead drenching Laxes's rump with gooey ketchup. It drooled pathetically down his once-fluffy butt, the curvy outline smeared in a thick layer of catsup that covered every inch of his cute little rump. Thick droplets, formed by gravity, rolled down over Laxes's tight little asshole, coating the supple pucker in the cloying condiment to the point its shape could hardly be discerned under the thick layer.

Sakita stared down at the stained mess of ketchup, her lop ears flumping back against her head as she took in the scene. It was all wrong; everything she tried looked nothing like Chef Abbot's work. Though she could pick out the lines of ketchup from their peaks and valleys, it looked more like someone had taken a knife to smear the pup's body from tip to tail. Worse, Laxes had moved at just the wrong time, exposing so much or the bun to the onslaught of ketchup, soaking the bread with the syrupy fluid. With a quivering muzzle, Sakita tried to stifle a sniffle as she realized that she'd clearly failed her first try.

That shame and embarrassment melted away as she watched Laxes's legs drop back down from their raised position, plopping his ketchup-soaked rump into the gooey pool of the condiment beneath him. As it squished out around his thighs in an obscene gush, Sakita realized a new emotion rushed through her head. Anger. Rising and unbridled anger. She was trying her best. She was trying to learn. She needed this new job more than anything! And what caused her to mess up her condiment training? The ketchup-slathered corgi who struggled his way through the process. Blinded by her determination, and now rage, Sakita didn't care that her aim was off, or that her pressure was too weak. In her mind, the only reason her practice was ruined was because of the squirmy little corgi who wouldn't cooperate with her master plan.

"Alright," Chef Abbot nodded with a smile as he browsed over a few platters on the tabletop next to one of his sous chefs. "These look gorgeous. And based on the reservations we have tonight, I think the specials list will be perf-"

The head chef's words were cut off mid-sentence as a strange and squishy sound came from across the kitchen. It sounded like a slime factory had exploded, the noise made only more pronounced by conversations dying down as more and more kitchen staff turned to stare. Chef Abbot's jaw dropped as he turned on his heels in time to see Sakita looming over Laxes's tender frame, brandishing both bottles of ketchup and mustard, one in each paw. Clenching the massive squeeze bottles in a death grip, two heavy streams of the syrupy condiments poured out in a torrent, spraying down upon the little corgi's helpless form, tiny droplets spattering off in all directions from sheer force alone. Though he couldn't see her face fully, the pine marten could tell Sakita was gritting her teeth, her cheeks tense as she squished down harder and harder on the bottles in a bid to punish her hotdog.

Laxes cried aloud, his little yowls and squeaky yelps only caused more of the kitchen staff to stare in confusion as the trainee chef squished the bottles firmly with both paws. In an instant, his screeching squeals were cut off as a torrential rain of ketchup and mustard sprayed straight into the corgi's open mouth. For a moment, the little pup was surprised, his uvula drenched in the savory and gooey ketchup. The shock of having viscous fluid spatter against his throat soon gave way to choking as spicy yellow mustard spattered over his tongue, adding insult to the pup's injury. Yet as Laxes tried to push the blob of condiments out of his throat, Sakita simply continued with her onslaught, spraying the gooey ketchup and mustard in a mixing torrent straight into her captive corgi's mouth like a savory soft-serve machine stuck open. Even as thick, disgusting bubbles began to pop and spatter in a vain attempt to force the fluid from his snout, Laxes quickly realized he was drowning.

The misfortune of having caught Laxes without a breath only caused the little pup more panic as his lungs began to burn with hot need for a breath in. Tears welled in his eyes, salty globs mixing with spattered flecks of ketchup as he kicked and struggled, the overflowing flood of sticky hot dog toppings drooling out the edges of his jaws. His eyesight began to darken and grey from the growing lack of air, the first flashes of pain throbbing through his body as the overwhelming amount of ketchup and mustard clogged his windpipe. As a hot tingle rolled over the pup's body, his eyes rolled back in his head just as his bladder finally lost control. It took a moment to become apparent to Sakita, the dribble of piss having to build up enough pressure to force its way past the thick layer of goopy ketchup that slathered his tight little hole. But at long last, first a dribble, then a trickle, followed by a flood of hot piss sprayed out the pup's unfortunate anatomy in a rush of fear and loss of control.

As Laxes's urine drooled down his groin, the oversaturated hot dog bun could no longer hold any more fluid, the critter's voiding bladder flooding out over top of the ketchup and drooling off the edge of the prep table. Feeling it patter off the edge as it dripped onto the floor, the distraction was just enough for the angry bunny to change her aim, using the last of her strength to gush the unending torrent of ketchup and mustard down Laxes's front as she punished her insolent little pup for his transgressions. But as the last of her pressure on the squeeze bottles faded, Sakita gave a final shaky squish to the bottle of ketchup, before releasing her grip and letting the two nearly empty condiments drop to the floor.

"...feel better now?" A cold voice growled from over Sakita's shoulder, causing the bunny to spin about and stand at attention. Chef Abbot stood mere feet away, flanked by what looked like the entire kitchen's staff, a sea of chef's coats and waiter's uniforms all wondering what might have happened to trigger the sweet pink bunny's rage. As if perfectly on cue, Laxes's desperate struggles finally found purchase against the ketchup-slick hotdog bun, the little corgi barely able to use his bound little paws to drag himself up and over the bun's edge so gravity could help him clear his condiment-stuffed throat.

"Bleeeegh!" The corgi finally managed to clear his airway, a viscous drool of ketchup and mustard mix plopping out of his mouth in a disgusting blob that landed on the prep table with a wet SPLUT.

"You done?" the head chef asked a second time, his arms crossed before him. "That was a lot of sauce wasted for a temper tantrum. Especially given the time we put into making them." After Sakita nodded a soft affirmative, he pointed towards the stack of untouched towels on the prep table, before adding, "Wipe it down," he snarled. Turning about, the pine marten growled, "You'll get one more chance to try after the hotdog is cooked."

As the crowd cleared away from the messy scene, Sakita had the unenviable job of cleaning up the condiment-soaked corgi. The little pup's fidgety squirms did not make it any easier, Sakita having to simply put up with the fact that the little hound was a squirmy, ketchupy mess. She had no idea his struggles were due to the fact that the line chefs who had ground up the frozen corgi were now passing by again. The pair were happily pushing a large cooking rack full of baking pans, each one lined with meatballs and loaves, clearly made from the body double that was supposed to take Laxes's place. The oblivious bunny could never truly know exactly why her dimwitted hotdog-to-be was so mouthy as she wiped him down from head to toe.

It would take several towels to clean off Laxes's body, the lovely white cloth soaked a dark red with ketchup, intermixed with enough streaks of yellowy mustard that the resulting stains were reminiscent of a Pollack painting. At last, the corgi was cleaned enough to present; even if he stank of tomato and vinegar, the little hound was back to being mostly normal. As Sakita held her sticky, ketchup-stenched pup out before her, she realized that one of the workstations by the big plate-glass windows had changed since the crowd of onlookers dispersed.

The device looked as if it came straight out of a gas station or perhaps a fairground food truck. A heavy steel box held a large set of oversized rubber rollers set into the middle of the device, the thick cylinders hiding a layer over heavy metal heating coils underneath, the thick metal bars already glowing a seething orange. A second set were situated in the overhead "hood," along with a set of bright orange warming lights designed to both cook whatever meat was atop the rollers, and also keep it warm for serving no matter how long it sat. The festive red and yellow 'bunting' atop the machine downplayed the fact that this instrument was a dangerous torture device. The oversized hotdog roller was designed to kill and even included a built in restraint system to ensure that even in the throes of agony, the meat stood no chance of escape.

"What is this thing?" Sakita asked shyly, squishing Laxes about the midsection as if trying to wring out the last gooey ketchup from the pup's body.

"A little something we had down in the basement. It's a hotdog roller. It's designed to make sure that a thick and meaty frank..." Chef Abbot smirked as he gave Laxes a poke in the belly "Cooks up perfect and tender on all sides." Laxes's whines and leg wiggles didn't seem pleased by this comment.

"So, we're not going to grill the cutie pup all up?" Sakita asked with a half-smile, nervously peering back over her shoulder towards the fridge. The grills and griddles were far closer to the freezer than the spot where this behemoth was set up. And with the oversized hotdog heater right under the big glass windows for the restaurant, anyone dining nearby would potentially see Sakita's attempts to set free her little pup.

"Not in the least. I want this cutie front and center tonight. We don't sell too many hot dogs, so think of it as free advertising for tonight's special." Chef Abbot, of course, had ulterior motives. By now he was on to Sakita's little plan. The placement not only ensured it would be harder to free the pup, but also that she would be perfectly in view of a camera above. "It's pretty simple. I even warmed it up for you." Chef Abbot's muzzle grew to a broad, weaselly grin as he put all the pieces together for Sakita's final challenge. Of course, he knew the cards were stacked against her at this point if she really wanted to save the little corgi's life. "Just got to put him down on the rollers."

"Oh," Sakita swallowed, gulping as she looked down at Laxes, before up again to see the heat-safe silicone ball gag hanging off the side of the hotdog cooker. "Sure, Chef." Her voice seemed far less secure, the bunny trying to think through how she might make this escape plan work. The little corgi found himself hovering precariously over the heavy rubber rollers, held aloft by the bunny's two paws between the seething heating elements. Sakita hesitated for a moment, locking eyes with the little pup and mouthing a soft, 'I'm sorry' before plopping him down onto the broiling hot rollers.

For a moment, Laxes lay perfectly still, face-up on the soft rubber rollers, his little pawbs curling at the horrible heat bathing his body from head to toe. Without hesitating, Chef Abbot flipped the hot dog cooker's switch, a little grin crossing his face as he watched Laxes begin to turn. The rollers worked in tandem to force the corgi to spin to the right, his snout momentarily acting like a kickstand until the force of scraping rubber caused the poor little pup to kink his muzzle upwards, just as the great dane had done in the menu picture.

Sakita watched on with a nervous stare as Laxes gave way from squirms and struggles to muffled little yelps and yowls. The expression on her face was enough to make the chef speak up. "Something wrong, Sakita?" the head chef asked, licking his chops softly as he did.

"N- No! Not at all," the rabbit blurted out, swallowing as she realized those reddened splotches on the corgi's body weren't ketchup stains. The pup did not need to spend long on the overheated rollers to start showing signs of cooking. His flesh seemed to go beyond just glowing in the warmth of the roiling heat above and below. Sakita could easily see splotches of angry red forming, the first blisters starting to well up on the pup's body even before he rotated a full turn.

"Let me give you a little advice, bunny," Chef Abbot said with, the weasel smirking as he planted a paw upon Sakita's shoulder. "Don't get attached to the meat here. Now that you're in a place where you can control their lives and deaths... you should remember that your job is to bring them to death..." With a little smirk, the pine marten added, "I'm going to trust you to finish cooking this meal, okay? I have to go and take care of something in my office." With a stern look, Chef Abbot added, "Do not. Get attached to the meat."

"Y- Yes Sir." Sakita swallowed hard as she responded, loud enough that an already panicked Laxes could hear every word of it, the admission causing the little corgi to struggle even more frantically as the last of his hope was severed at last. However, unlike the static position of being cuddled into a bun, the rubber rollers caused the corgi's uncoordinated struggles to glance off ineffectively as he rotated helplessly. As Chef Abbot slipped away to take care of business (and check on the security cameras), Sakita was left to figure out how she was going to deliver on her promise to the increasingly agonized puppy.

"Mrrrrrrrf!!" Laxes whined in his gag, the hot dog hound becoming dizzier and dizzier as he spun and turned. Disoriented with each revolution on the hotdog rollers, Laxes's pained body began to sear and brown, hissing as more than just sweat began to drool out his pores.

"Pfhew, he's gone..." Sakita grumbled under her breath as she turned back to the twirling little pup. "Okay, okay, shhhh... I just got to..." Sakita leaned into the middle of the hot hotdog rollers to try and grab for Laxes's bonds, sweat immediately forming on her brow from the unbearable heat it produced. That plan quickly fell by the wayside as she found herself teasing apart a triple knotted rope, only to have it, and the corgi's legs, swallowed up by the rubber rollers once he'd turned a little too far. Nearly burning herself on the hot rubber, the determined bunny realized the escape plan was going to be a little harder than she expected. "H- Hang on, I got... I got this!'

As Laxes came back around, Sakita dove in headlong to try and tug at the cute little critter's ropes. But as she managed to get just one part of the big knot undone, the bunny swallowed hard as she realized that two lunch-rush diners were situated right in front of her station. A broad-shouldered wolf and his lithe feline date settled in for their meal, immediately drawn in by the quaint look of the fairgrounds hot dog machine and the live-cooking canine laid across it. Sakita quickly stepped back, wiping the sweat from her brow, her face plastered with a horrified smile as she tried not to draw attention to the fact she was trying to untie the cooking hotdog.

But it was too late. The feline was the first to notice, giving a little smile and wave through the glass, forcing Sakita to reciprocate in kind, her worry growing deeper as Laxes continued to screech into his gag from the torturous heat bearing down upon his body. His yowls and whimpers only deepened to a fevered pitch, the pup's cries resonated through the glass windows, each turn of the hot dog rollers causing the raw blisters and burns on his skin to darken and seep with natural juices, moistening up like a real hot dog. Biting her lip, Sakita hoped that her onlooking couple might turn their attention away from the pup long enough that she could work on untying the agonized hound. But that hope was dashed the moment she saw the grey-furred wolf prop his head in his paw, licking his chops before making an obscene gesture with his wrist, playfully pretending to jerk off in the air. Even though Sakita couldn't hear him, she knew exactly what he was asking - the canine didn't just want to watch, he wanted to enjoy, and maybe even direct, the meal as it was being made.

"Heh, that wolf's a regular. Never satisfied with the cooking even if he never orders the meal he's watching," a voice hissed from behind Sakita, the bunny spinning about shyly to see a lithe little otter standing behind her, the brown-furred mustelid in a crisp sous chef's coat sporting a broad grin on his face. "You're new here, huh?"

"Uh... Y- Yeah." Sakita stammered, swallowing hard as Laxes's eyes wet with hot tears, the first pattering dribbles steaming off his cheeks as they hissed and spit on the hot iron heating elements. "I'm, uh, in training. Chef Abbot wants me to make a hot dog."

"Heh, well you got the dog, and you're making him hot," the otter chuckled, slinging a kitchen towel over his shoulder as he sized up the suffering pup's predicament. "But, if you'd like my advice, there's no soul to your meal." Sakita didn't necessarily ask for a cooking lesson, especially while Laxes's struggles were reaching a crescendo, his cries hitting a fevered pitch as he seared his pawpads against the hot iron sides of the hotdog cooker, kicking wildly in a vain attempt to escape the torture of cooking to death. "Can I show you what I mean?"

"S- Sure," the bunny said, swallowing her empathy as she stepped to the side, mouthing a nervous, 'I'm sorry!' to the terrified hound while taking her place at the head of the hotdog roller.

"What makes a meal so good isn't just the cooking," the otter explained, smirking as he flipped a switch on the machine to halt the rubber rollers, forcing Laxes to stare up into the blinding heat lamps above. "It's the pain we put into it. Anyone can throw a steak into a pan," the experienced chef browsed over his options, webby little paws reaching out to grab a ketchup bottle off the countertop. Using his other paw to unbutton his pants, the otter growled as he expertly stroked himself up to hardness. "But you have to add a little of yourself to the meal to make it special."

Laxes grunted as he felt his paws nabbed by the rope bound about his ankles, the sniveling little hound gasping as his legs were lifted high enough to scoot his rump against the side of the seething hot hotdog roller. With a little sadistic pleasure, the otter took the pointed tip of the ketchup bottle and jammed it hard into the pup's pain-clenched ass, eliciting a loud YEOWL from behind the ball gag. Squeezing the gooey catsup deep into the corgi's tender tailhole, the otter pulled the bottle out only to replace with with the thick end of his cockhead. Sakita watched as, for just a moment, Laxes's eyes bugged out wide, the poor pup squealing into the gag as the otter forced himself into the hound's tender hole. Without any care for Laxes's comfort, the otter began to plow him with slow and deep strokes, only stopping short so he didn't accidentally tap the side of the seething hot cooker.

"Fuck, I love it when they're half-cooked," the chef groaned, huffing as he thrust through the sound of drooling sweat and fats pattering and hissing on the heating elements below. "They always clench so good when they're in pain." Without missing a beat, the otter upturned the bottle of ketchup, grabbing the corgi's half-cooked sausage of a shaft in his paw before stabbing the pointed tip straight down into Laxes's piss slit.

Sakita watched on with a grimace, unable to do anything to stop the torture. All her plans, even if they were not best laid, were unraveled as the otter stepped in to 'show her how it was done.' As Laxes's back began to hiss and spatter with deep, rich browning, the corgi yeowled as he felt the otter slowly squeeze down on the ketchup bottle, the viscous sauce flowing into his body and through his urethra's unique anatomy. The pup couldn't have imagined anything worse than being pounded on the griddle-hot machine, his body quivering and spasming as his lightheaded and heat-addled mind desperately struggled to get free. That is, until the ketchup began to burn. Maybe it was the vinegar? Maybe it was a different ingredient? But soon Laxes felt himself clenching frantically, his hips bucking madly in time with the otter's eager thrusts as he tried to push the horrid fluid back up and into the bottle.

It was a losing fight. Laxes's could only screech into his ball gag as he felt the burn flow deeper and deeper into his sweet little pecker, the forceful pressure ballooning the lining of his already confusing urinary tract to the point it felt like it would explode. The otter didn't even seem to realize Laxes's plumbing was screwed up; the flood of ketchup mostly flowed into his bladder, but it also managed to drip a gentle flow into his broken and raw-fucked ass like a grease valve dripping lubricant into a mechanical joint. Clenching his tear-soaked eyes tight, Laxes yowled with all his might, his throat hoarse and sore from the agony and humiliation of being fucked and sounded at the same time. As the seething heat above and below baked off the (albeit few) higher functions of his brain, the little corgi was too far gone to curse the day he ever set foot inside the restaurant's back door. His fluttering eyes and heat-hazed mind barely realized that the otter had finished inside him, the cocky chef grunting through an orgasm deep in the pup's rump, before the seething heat overtook him at last, sending the pup into fitful and agonized unconsciousness.

"Oh yeah, another little tip," the mustelid grunted, pulling up his pants before casually pressing down on the swollen bulge pouching out the corgi's belly. "Get yourself some little blue pills from your doc. Gonna need to keep up your stamina, especially as a line chef here." Popping open the ketchup bottle, the otter waited for the vinegary condiment to squish back out the tip of the corgi's baked-stiff cock. He was shocked to hear a wooshing hiss as a mix of ketchup and urine flooded out the hound's hole in a loose drool, spattering down onto the heating coils below. "...wh- what the?"

"He, uh... he does that, it turns out," Sakita stammered out, huffing under her breath as the little corgi twitched and spasmed. "Got some kinda weird internal plumbing going on." As the flustered otter tried to collect what he could of the flowing sauce, Sakita gave a glance off to the side, nervously trying to make an excuse, any excuse, to rescue Laxes before it was too late. As the otter wiped off the last of the flooding ketchup, aided by the autonomous movements of the crying, braindead corgi's bowels, Sakita took a step back from the hot dog roller. "Say, I uh... got to get something from the freezers."

"Hmm? Oh, you've got something else cooking?" Sakita nodded as she walked a wide berth around the otter. "Want me to keep an eye on this one? I've got a few cakes baking for now, they'll take a while to finish. And I'm sure he'll be fun to flush out with a bit more ketchup before he passes on at last."

"Y- Yes, please. You do that for me, okay?" She hardly finished speaking before scampering off across the kitchen, only stopping long enough to grab one of her old server friends and demand that they make a distraction to get the otter chef away from Laxes. "Tell him... I dunno... Tell him there's a customer that's accusing him of undercooking the pigeon! Whatever will get him out of the kitchen when I get back!"

Sakita's already erratic behavior today was concerning. But now it verged on the downright irrational, especially since she wouldn't divulge any more information. The little bunny did not stick around to explain, having glanced over her shoulder to see the little corgi's breathing grow ragged, his heaving chest twitching and spasming. The otter had turned the rollers back on again, leaving the little hot dog helpless as his flesh began to brown and tighten, dribbling hot juices and fats down onto the heating coils. With so little time left to the little pup's life, Sakita rushed to the freezer, throwing open the cold storage box to hunt for that frozen corgi. She had last seen it somewhere in the back, the pink furred bun shivering as she trudged past hanging corpses and quivering, hypothermic meat slaves that were 'enjoying' their last trip to the freezer. Shifting a few boxes around, the bunny growled as she rubbed over her arms and mumbled to herself, wondering where the damn dog was... Until something caught her eye that made her heart sink.

Frosted over by a film of ice crystals, a single menu sat on the shelf, right above a tag reading 'Small Dog - Corgi.' This was the spot where it should be. But why wasn't it here? And why was there a menu sitting here of all places? Picking it up, Sakita's shaking paw quivered as the menu flipped open to the Specials page, the trainee chef swallowing hard as she read the new entry aloud.

"Oven roasted r- rabbit w- with mixed vegetables," she stammered, tears chilling on her eyes as she realized that her employee photograph was pinned next to the entry.

"And your choice of side," a cold voice crooned from the freezer doorway, the head chef's slight frame silhouetted against the light outside. "It's nothing personal Sakita. It's just... You were a little too comfortable with the meat. And we can't have that, now can we?"

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Chef Abbot grinned as he personally attended the private table in the VIP lounge, his voice carrying just above the murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses. Many an important business meeting or memorable family moment took place in the restaurant's private room, and tonight would be no exception as suit-clad executives and their finely dressed partners wined and dined their way to yet another lucrative deal. "I trust the appetizers were to your liking?"

"Chase, you've done it again, my good man," a smart-dressed armadillo chuckled, his naturally scaled body looking sharp in his tailored blue three-piece suit. "And thank you again for your accommodation tonight..." The armored mammal lowering his voice as he added, "I did not realize that my soon-to-be client was such a picky eater."

A broad grin wiped across the face of a hefty hippopotamus, the beastly jaws of the creature curling into a wide grin as his order was set before him. A gorgeously crafted corgi hotdog was placed before him, the oval plate set amidst the picked-at and half-eaten appetizers. The tender dog was perfectly dressed with a crisscrossing squiggle of ketchup and mustard, and served on a steaming warm bun. Much like the great dane before him, Laxes's flesh took on a dark shade of reddened brown, his skin taught as if he had plumped just a bit during the cooking process. Nestled face down in the bun's doughy softness, the pup had been well cared for as he lay under the warming lights, his flesh occasionally moistened to ensure he remained perfect on the off chance someone ordered a hot dog at the city's premier cannibal restaurant.

"Goodness," the hippo chortled with a low, baritone voice, licking his chops as his stomach rumbled. "That is far more ketchup and mustard than I would ever put on a dog. Looks like he's been practically bathed in it." The comment did nothing to help with Chef Abbot's demeanor - he had done what he could to salvage the dish despite Sakita's best efforts. Yet hearing a dissatisfied customer, even if his dissatisfaction was due to amusement, did not sit well with the business-minded chef.

Furrowing his brow, Chef Abbot took a deep breath as he said, "My deepest apologies, Sir." The comment came out midway through laying tonight's newest special on the table, a beautifully roasted pink rabbit. The cute femboy bunny had taken on a golden hue, her natural juices dripping into the bed of vegetables that adorned her on either side of the serving platter. "The employee responsible for your dissatisfaction will not make the same mistake twice." Once he had settled Sakita upon the table, making sure to angle the platter so the former line chef's plump cock, balls and foot paws faced the armadillo, the head chef chirped up with his usual proud demeanor, "Can I interest any of you in a wine pairing to go with your dinner? I will send my best sommelier at once, if so."

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