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The promotion

"All ya gotta do is stand here and push this button after the conveyor belt moves each new product in front of you." The older stallion explained, as he looked into the young Bulls liquidy brown eyes. "It's not challenging... as such. You wear the security badge, you show up every morning, work your shift. Sure its boring, but then I'd think you'd enjoy a little boring, I'd bet you've had enough excitement to last a life time... Right?" He listened to the Bull breathing heavily for a moment, but stayed silence for a moment letting his words sink in.

"So that's it? Just wear the badge and show up every morning... push the damn button." The young bull repeated as the older stallion absently starred at him.

"Yes... you have to." The stallion said firmly, as his eye's sharpened back up as if he was reading the Bull's mind. "You don't show up, you don't push the button, or fill your full quota... Well you'll end up right back were you started stud." A faint smile played across the equines soft expressive lip's, it was a sad smile just the same.

"So its a trade then... I mean if the quota has to be filled, that's the deal, I get the job and you get..."

"Whats coming to me, ya..." The handsome equine cut the Bull off, the more left unsaid the better he felt. But then he was in control... for now of course if the Bull took the deal soon he'd be.

"You really feel that way?" The young bovine was quick, he understood the equines desire to not talk about it in to plain a language.

"Give it a few decades and you might feel the same." The Stallion snorted, knowing what the Bull was about to say... he'd said it himself once after all.

"Never gonna happen." The big Bull snorted, as he flexed his thickly muscled torso in a show of strength.

"Of course not." The stallion agreed with a tired smile, this work had a way of weighting on a fella. "So whats it going to be... you going to take the promotion?"

"Yes."

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The older Stallion looked up at the young Bull, now in worn gray coveralls that were a bit too small for him. That was ok though, he'd already talked the bovine through requisitioning new larger work clothing. "So are you ready..." The Bull's thick finger hovered over the button, as he looked down at the Stallion on the conveyor belt. They both knew the quicker it was done the better, the Bull had a quota to keep after all. "Ammm guess I never got your name."

"It's better that way really... And yes I'm ready... process me." The older Stallion volunteered wanting to make the young bovines first time as easy as possible, because things would only get harder from here. The brightly polished mechanical arms came to life as the Bull pressed the button, the stallion's already mechanically bound leg's were spread. Even as small, but incredibility strong robot jaw spreader were forced into his panting mouth. The shiny surgical arms went to work between his leg's, the old Stallion had watched it a million times. They twisted around his enormous throbbing erection that jutted up from his naked body.

While cold was blasted into his throat and then the laser probe burned his vocal cords apart. This normally silenced any protest, and kept the screaming to a minimum for the workers sake. Sudden there was a burning slash of pain as his hefty scrotum was cut open, and then a almost pleasurable rush of coolness on his orbs. He'd always wondered why the products had inhale almost in relief at this point, now he knew.

Tiny metallic arms snaked them out of his ruined sack, even as the blades trimmed that loose flesh before stapling it back together. The cords of his big potent equine orbs were burned through by lasers, before his ruin flesh closed over the burnt stumps. The hefty orbs vanished into a vacuum tube that lead to either the freezing center, or the local markets for predator consumption.

Next those flexible mechanical arms snaked down into his sheath, the burning agony quickly pushing the equine to struggle. Not that he could of course bound by powerful robotic hands clamped around his ankles, wrists, neck and with a massive metal rod that was fixed to the conveyor belt thrust deep in his tail hole. Helplessly his watched that mighty organ topple over onto his stomach, before being carried away to the meat market. At last came the Alligator bite of the tag being clamped onto his ear, the equine no longer a person, just a eunuch slave now. Syringes pumped healing nanobots into his body as the conveyor belt moved a long, to packaging and shipping. The old gelding knew that by this time tomorrow he'd be serving some intact males, or family or possibly he'd be dinner. The box slide out the plastic flap doors and onto a waiting drone for delivery...

FIN