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formerly SoFurry search engine

You carefully take the step between the bus and the curb, and its door squeaks shut behind you as it pulls away. The yellowing street lamps glow in the new moon and you start walking briskly towards your apartment, several blocks away. Squinting in the dim light helps you see a little, not that there is much to see aside from stores long since closed for the night, and narrow little doors leading to narrow little apartments. As you pass one of the alleyways that break up the small businesses, a wolf steps out in front of you. You jump as soon as he comes into view "Could ya spare a bit of change?" Swallowing hard, and trying to calm your racing heart, you catch your breath before responding "Sorry, I really don't have--" Your answer is cut short by an aluminum baseball bat catching you in the back of the knee. Your face rushes to the ground as you crumple and the wolf jumps on top of you and puts his hands around your throat, keeping you from screaming. The wolf pins your arms down with his legs, allowing you to try to kick out from under him.

Before you can find enough purchase to flip him off, you hear the hollow ding of the bat dropping to the ground and a gray rhino grabs your legs. No matter how hard you struggle the rhino easily keeps you from escaping. The wolf wraps his arms around yours and the two heft you into the back of a van that was sitting just in the shadows of the alley. You land roughly on a bed of thick plastic sheeting, taped several feet up the wall. The back doors slam shut, and the wolf knocks on the dividing wall three times with one hand, the other back on your neck. Moments later the van starts up and drives out of the other end of the alley. The rhino easily pins you down spread eagle, with just your tail thrashing around. "Quick, get the spreader in it, I don't want to lose a claw." The wolf reaches up to a rack hanging from the ceiling and grabs a beaten maw-spreader. Bits of rubber still cling to the metal frame and mechanism and it tastes of dirt and copper. He reaches back up to the rack again, where you see several thin, curved blades, and a serrated pistol-grip saw. Hanging from the middle of the van's ceiling, are two rows of meat hooks; most with scaled hands or paws hanging from them.

A bit of blood drips from one of the paws and lands on your shoulder, your heart thumps in your chest and your pupils dilate. The rhino only grins as you redouble your efforts to escape from under him. "Hold up, I like it when they still got some spirit in them. Get its arms for me and we can get to work after a bit o' fun." the wolf lets go of your throat and you try to scream with the spreader in your mouth. The two don't seem very bothered by you making noise now, as the van feels like it's going fairly fast. The wolf isn't as strong at the rhino but he can hold down your arms with his body weight. The rhino sits back on your legs and undoes his fly, then spits a wad of spit and snot onto his hand; which he uses to lube up his cock. His rough hands grab hold of your upper thighs and forces your legs open wider. His cock presses into your vent, but can't force his way in. The rhino grabs one of the blood-stained blades and you feel him insert it between your ventral flaps. Then he slices downward, opening more space for his cock. Your eyes widen and you vocalize as loudly as you can, and thrash your tail back and forth. His hand presses the flat of the blade into your scales as he grabs hold of your thigh again and thrusts his cock again, this time fully entering into you.

The fat cock rips the small cut open farther as he roughly humps you, working sweat, dirt, and shit into the wound. He groans loudly slamming into you with no regard for your pleasure. "Hurry up, we don't got all night for this." The wolf's voice drips with annoyance. The rhino ignores both your tail thumping into him and his partner's complaining. A trickle of blood runs down your inner thigh and around the base of your tail, the wound forced open enough to bleed freely on its own. The rhino snorts loudly, and you can feel his cock twitch and spurt his disgusting seed into you. "Fucking finally, can I get to work on it yet?" The rhino snorts again, leans back and his cock pops out of you with a moist plob. When the wolf grabs the saw, you can almost get your arm free, but his knee in your elbow is just too much. Once the tool is in hand he redistributes his weight, now both of his legs hold down your left arm and he pins your right down just below the wrist.

You scream again and your brain pumps all of your remaining adrenaline into you as the dirty saw scrapes against the scales of your wrist. Flexing your fingers, you try to catch his arm with your claws. The dull metal takes several pulls to cut past your scales and enters into the ligaments that control your hand. You watch as your bottom claw stops responding; cold but alive. The wolf throws himself onto the saw now, the metal chipping away at the delicate bones in your wrist. You howl wordlessly through the spreader as the saw cuts deeper into muscle and flesh. Then as the blood starts to really flow from your wrist, your middle claw ceases working, followed soon by your index claw. In the next moment your right hand drops into the growing puddle of blood and the wolf lets go of your arm. As you pointlessly try to shove the stump against your detached wrist, the wolf shifts 180 degrees and starts sawing at your left hand. You bang your stump on the wolf's hip, leaving a bloody stain on his fur. He ignores you, focusing on saw slicing through the arteries and soon a spurt of blood hitting the plastic covered wall of the van. Each stroke of the saw on bone is like biting onto a fork with an exposed nerve. Mad with rage and fear you try to crush the spreader with your jaws to no effect.

No matter how hard you try to twist out from under the wolf, or to buck him off of you he keeps dragging the saw back and forth until your left hand falls free save for a bit of scales. He pulls the hand taut and easily cuts through the last bit holding your hand on, your throat raw now from your feeble screams. The wolf takes your severed left hand and sticks it claws up on a hook, so the blood can drain from it. He reaches behind himself and fumbles for your right hand, finding it a moment later, and jams it next to the left. He passes the saw to the rhino then turns his attention to the blades on the rack. For a moment the van is silent except for your raspy breathing and the drip of blood draining from your suspended hands. Then the saw rips into your left ankle and you whip your head back and forth in agony. The hippo grunts louder than when he came, slowly working away at the bones. After several seconds he drops the saw next to your leg and uses his immense strength to just snap the bone the rest of the way, before returning to the saw to quickly cut away the remaining flesh. "Uh can't you shut that thing up?" huffs the rhino as your left paw comes free before he jabs it onto a hook next to your hands.

"You're the one who hates all the clean up, so just deal with it." The wolf has pulled down a thin, long bladed knife with a curved tip. You watch him flex the blade back and forth, before the rhino begins on your right foot. He stands on your knee for leverage and to keep you still and grips the haw with both hands. The blade chips out a noticeable amount of bone with each push, and you've settled on banging your head on the floor of the truck; hoping to knock yourself out. Unfortunately, the abject fear you feel is more than enough to keep you awake. After your right foot it set up to drain, the rhino returns the saw to it's place and picks back up the knife he used in you before. He works the thin blade into the softer scales of your inner thigh, and starts pulling it down your leg. The wolf slides down your body and sits on your stomach, and you cradle the stumps where your hands had been a quarter hour before to your chest, blood pooling between your breasts before flowing around them and onto the plastic sheeting.

The wolf pushes his flexible blade into the slice the rhino made before and it follows along the curve of your muscles. As he saws the blade back and forth with one hand, his other peels the freed scales away from your leg. The white hot burn of flesh being pulled apart hits you like a train. He continues down your leg, where the rhino's knife has almost reached the stump, where the he pulls it free with a small flourish. He rams the knife into your other thigh now, and pulls a neat line down that side as well. The wolf uses his knife to cut aware where the scales have gotten caught on your knee. Blood wells from your leg where the wolf has pulled away your skin and scales. The rhino lifts your right leg up, letting the wolf run his knife along the backside of the leg. Tears flow freely from your eyes, while you weakly repeat the word "why" over and over again through the maw spreader. The pair switch positions and while the wolf starts to pull the scales free from your left leg, the rhino's blade slides back into his first slice near your vent, and pulls it down the bottom of your tail.

The pair work efficiently, slicing and pulling, freeing you from your prison of scales. Soon all of the scales have been carefully removed from the lower half of your body; leaving only the torn patch around your vent and a puff of blood stained feathers on the end of your tail. They turn to face you, their paws and lower legs covered in your blood. By now enough of your blood has spilled that as the van moves, a crimson wave washes back and forth across the plastic sheeting. The rhino's blade slips into your stomach and he splits your scaled skin up and between your breasts, bits of dried blood flaking away as he cuts. "Here gimme a moment" the rhino straddles your head, his dirty cock still hanging out; drops of blood covering the shit and cum on it. He grabs you by your feathered mane and forces his dick through the gap in the middle of the spreader, the coppery taste of your blood mingles with the sour taste of shit, and his bitter cum. You cringe, close your eyes, and being to cough and gag at the taste. He twists his hips around trying to wipe his dick clean enough to put it away. The wolf behind him sighs and slides the flaying knife up your abdomen and chest. The flexible blade traces along your muscles, but when it reaches the soft flesh of your breasts, slides through them like butter.

Satisfied finally, the rhino gets off of you and pulls you up to a sitting position. The flexing of exposed sinew and muscle is extremely painful, a dry gritty burn as if someone had salted you. The wolf peels the skin away from your neck, off your shoulders and begins to roll it down your back and arms; working the blade around each muscle as he goes. Bits of muscle stick to your scales as he pulls it away, soon your pelt is only attached to you via a thin belt along your waist. Six more rough slashes and the wolf cuts it free, leaving only scraps. With a strain and a grunt the rhino lifts you up long enough that the wolf can pull out the pelt and stuff it into a black trash bag, on top of others. The rhino unceremoniously drops you back to the floor with a thick splash. The wolf holds you head in one hand, and runs the smallest blade from the collection from your scaleless neck to the top of your head and back down. With one final exertion, the wolf pulls the scales from your face. Unable to blink, your yellow eyes glows in contrast to the bloody flesh surrounding them. Out of options and energy, you can only stare pleadingly at the pair.

The rhino winces for the first time all night "You gotta do something about its eyes, always creeps me out when one of them just looks." The wolf, clearly tired of fighting his partner's minor complaints pops his index claw behind your left eye and pulls it out. Your stomach spins as half of your vision falls forward while the other half remains in your skull. Mercifully, the wolf severs your optic nerve and your stomach calms down. Less mercifully, he pops your right eye out next, before cutting it free as well. "Better?" the wolf asks pointedly, tossing your eyes into a corner of the van. "Much, thank you." The rhino replies ignoring the wolf's tone. You are then forgotten, relegated to curling into a ball in the growing puddle of your blood cradling your head with your stumps. The van bumps along in silence, gradually turning from expressway to slow byway. Eventually the van comes to a full stop, and someone knocks at the door three times. The wolf unlocks the door and both he and the rhino get out. They pull at the plastic, sliding it and you out of the van; stopping for the wolf to remove the maw spreader and toss it back into the van.

The wolf jumps into the passenger's seat of the van, while the rhino drags you to a secluded pile in what smells like a junk yard. He almost walks off, before return and squatting down next to you. A small knife runs across your throat, cutting into your windpipe and arteries. "Don't want anyone finding you alive, now do we?" He chuckles as he walks away. You're starting to become delirious, and try to hold your weeping neck wound with nonexistent hands. The flexing of the stumps disturbing clotted blood and a fresh dribble starts from your left stump. Whatever they dropped you on, it feels wet and uneven; you don't know if it's bags of trash or another victim. Trying to scream just causes the blood seeping from your neck to bubble and pop. Rolling onto your side you reach out with a stump, futilely trying to grab something to steady yourself with. Your leg stumps scrape on the trash you were left on, bits of fresh blood welling out. The more you struggle, the more you coat the surface you were tossed on in slippery fresh blood.

The fear has passed and with the amount of blood you've lost, you lose track of time. Each breath you take gurgles a little more blood from your neck as you blindly wave your stumps in the air. Tears form where your empty eye sockets are now, mixing with the blood into a coppery salty slurry that burns your exposed flesh as they flow. Gradually your body stops responding to the signals you try to tell it. A new fear strikes you ice cold, your tail and legs slowly curl up around your abdomen. Your pawing at your neck wound slows soon after as your arms too stop answering to you. Your breathing slows to a crawl, the fight against the hole in your windpipe too much for your broken body. The awful rotting copper smell continues to rest in your nose, and the tiny distance from your brain to your ears means you can hear the quiet shifting of the trash, and the call of insects and scavengers. Eventually the sound of a vehicle approaching fills your head. You can't react to it, but for a moment you feel hope again.

It falls silent and soon you hear three knocks, followed by the sound of the wolf and the rhino dropping out of the back of the van. "Will you look at fucking this? The driver's words echo in your dead head, "I said to fucking kill it, not fucking stick it like a pig and let it crawl around. Damn thing is still alive, do it right." Judging by the smell of shit and cum, it's the rhino that kneels in front of you and sticks a knife deeper into your windpipe. The driver yell-whispers "Not like that, just fucking give me a knife." The cold feeling of the blade being jammed deeply into you sternum and dragged through your innards doesn't even hurt now, nor can you feel the wash of stomach contents, shit, and other liquids flow out and onto the drivers paws. "Fucking trash!" The driver shouts louder than is wise. He takes the knife he used to gut you, and rams it behind one of the flaps between your legs and cuts out a crude circle of cooling flesh. If you could still cry, tears would be streaming down your face as the driver pulls and tugs your genitals and parts of your reproductive organs out like the ribs of a bell pepper. The blade clatters on the floor of the van, now almost at the edge of your hearing "Get the next one out, I'll be ready in a few."

The driver falls to his knees and pushes what must be his cock into the gaping wound he just left. Dirty, to the point of being gritty; the driver's cock feels like sandpaper rubbing away your pelvic floor. He grunts several times, his breath close to your face, and pulls out. "Oh the fuck were you doing?" The wolf asks at the edge of whisper. "It's still warmish, because you two fucked up, so I had a bit of fun." Much like the rhino before the driver uses your tongue to wipe away the shit and grime on his cock. Something heavy lands on you with a thud "Should be enough for tonight, can't believe the damn things just walk around waiting for us." The van fades into the distance. The body on top of you doesn't move at all and smells like they may have shit themselves at some point. The wheels continue to spin in your brain for the next several minutes. What if someone finds me? The thought echoes as first the noise of the junk yard fades away, then the foul sour taste of scat, and finally the gentle rot of muscle leaves; leaving your thoughts to fill a dead brain sitting in a corpse in a landfill.