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Tervicz the fox meets the animal snuff fetishists

Only a few days before life seemed without care, living a playful life with siblings. But now I found myself in chains. In less than a day after being chased off by my more dominant brother and sister, a move unchallenged by the parental foxes, the game was up and my life was seemingly over.

On my foot a metal trap had closed before the day was over. The metal device did not hurt, but it would not let go. A mixture of several types of oestrogenic urine, both vixen and alien would lure any young fox oblivious to the world and so fate was sealed the moment I picked up on it. The second I found its source the jaws closed without mercy.

Not even a day had passed since I was expelled from my family, with the fight starting at dawn. Now at the setting of dusk I heard the approaching engine. Bi-pedals! Although being aware of them I did not have any confrontation with them up until this point.

The vehicle finally came to a stop some distance from my location, as there was no road in my direct vicinity. I could heard doors slamming shut, but I could not hear them. I could smell the bi-pedals and hear two male voices approaching. Every footstep crackled through the wooded area.

In a way I was relieved when finally both bi-pedals first noticed and then quickly closed their distance with me. My stomach hurt as I had little to no food for days, caused by my more dominant siblings denying me to even my own catches when the family bonds started to deteriorate. If these two creatures killed me then and there, that was then end of this pain.

Soon the bi-pedals had reached me and stood tall looking down. They both reeked of sweat, leather and an exotic mix of excrement stuck to the soles of their boots. But there was no point in panic.

The youngest of the two lowered his gun and probed my body. I let him as he inspected me. First with his gun he lifted my back leg and pushed to force me on my back. With his gun he toyed at my tiny balls and sheath, then slid the barrel across my stomach and chest to finally push it in my snout forcing it open.

"Obviously a young male, barely out of cub-hood. He's a bit skinny and his pelt is mediocre. So where do you want me to put the bullet?"

The slightly older bi-pedal shook his head.

"Just get the ropes. Our company does not merely rely on pelts. If the animal you find is healthy is not in a state of dying you capture it and bring it home."

The younger male shouldered his gun and ran off. Meanwhile the other male opened his clothes and reached his pockets. First he fit on a pair of thick gloves, which reeked the same as his boots. He squatted up closed and brought out a small metal box. When it was opened his pushed a finger inside it for a second, then presented that finger to my nose.

"Eat!"

His gloved finger was covered with a meaty paste. Something about its smell told me not to eat it, but my stomach overruled these objections. Obediently I cleaned the glove of any food.

"You must be hungry! But before you get to eat more of that, you will need vitamins!"

First he unzipped his trousers and popped out his bi-pedal male genitals. They stank even more than his boots. Briefly he played with them, and then he hold of my butt. In confusion I did not resist while lifted my butt and brought it closer to his body. He pulled my tail back and held it in his grip, exposing my anus to his view.

A grin came on his face as he brought the glove I just licked clean in position and began to touch me at my private parts. His finger was still slick from my saliva, prefect for what he planned. I yelped out as the finger dove into my anus, stretching it painfully and diving deep into my belly.

Shocked, confused and in abrupt pain I briefly struggled, but found myself powerless to resist his grip. Chuckling occasionally the bi-pedal dove in ever deeper, pulling out and pushing in again and again, occasionally twisting the finger to rub inside. Gradually the initial pain subsides and gave way to a surprisingly pleasurable feeling. When I realised his moves meant pleasure, I seized my resistance resulting in a looser grip from my capturer. And obvious lipstick showed on my belly.

"Oh, you like it now? Wait until you get your new home! You still need your vitamins, fox!"

After having pushed his finger all the way inside me, the bi-pedal gave me a final rough twist, then pulled out of my rectum. His finger was covered in my brown poop and he brought it up close to my mouth. Without pity he rubbed it on my tongue handing me a foul taste of my own excrement. This resulted in an audible protest, but I knew better than to struggle by now.

"If you resist at the administering of your vitamins, I shall force-feed them to you using that finger! Now be a good fox and open your mouth!"

The bi-pedal grinned as he looked down my stretched anus, briefly inhaling the strong odour of fox poop emanating from it before bringing back his finger to my anus and penetrating me.

Having the insurance that I would not resist he only held my by one hand: the one which had the finger down my rectum. With his other hand the bi-pedal began to play with his genitals, quickly rubbing them until an erection came.

The combination of seeing a fox in this helpless position, in his power and the feeling of fox innards around his finger obviously helped this male to achieve full arousal. The head of his cock was brought up close to me, almost within the range of my bite.

I was looking right at the opening in the centre starting to ooze some liquid. Obviously biting would be the worst idea for me, so as soon the hole ran from view I sent out my tongue and briefly licked the salt and sweet liquid. This move was met with a deep sigh and a quickening of pace from the masturbating hand.

"Like that taste? I hope so... Eat it all up!"

As my tongue obediently ran out the bi-pedal pushed into my snout and shot his load straight down my tongue. Its salty and sweet taste wasn't too bad so I ate it, as I was instructed. Patiently the male bi-pedal kept his cock up against my front teeth until every last drop was leaked. But he wasn't finished quite yet.

"Good boy! Now, to clean out the pipes!"

His cock penetrated my snout deep even as the erection faded. My jaw muscles were stretched painfully as the bi-pedals' penis pushed beyond my fangs to aim at my throat. With his glove he held a firm grip on my snout ensuring it would not move.

A bitter liquid filled my cheeks and the bi-pedal sighed. I was forced to drink his piss, tasting it as it filled my mouth and feel my stomach swell. Luckily the bi-pedal exerted enough control of his flow as to allow me to drink it without spilling any. And his bladder was too full either.

"What are you doing?"

"My job. Keep your mouth shut and do as you're told! Ty, feed and bag him!"

When I was let out of the bag, the bi-pedals dropped me onto a small shopping cart along with two male raccoons who were also captured that evening by the same team who captured me. These raccoons were a lot fatter than I was but equally hog tied, so no hostilities were possible.

My bonds consisted first of all of a narrow cannister bound fixed on my snout serving both as a muzzle and a means of feeding, with meaty paste nearly choking me when it was put on me. My front feet were bound together on my back along with my tail. My back feet were also bound together and the rope which bound them had been extended to be wrapped and tied around my tiny fox balls making any movement of my feet rather painful. Finally a thick glove which belonged to one of the bi-pedals was lodged deep into my rectum, obviously empty now.

The elder bi-pedal soon pushed the cart through the entrance of the compound. This structure was well hidden within the forest with the outer walls painted black and green, with several layers of fencing and barbed wire on all sides to keep unwanted eyes out.

A short trip through the guarded gate house brought us to the production compartment of the complex. This compartment was dominated by a dozen or so workstations, each occupied by a male or female bi-pedal. At each workstation a dead animal either strung up or laying down on the desk while the occupying worker skinned it quickly and efficiently. Each workstation also consisted a container for the hides, a container for the skinned carcasses and a rack of dead animals yet to be skinned.

The whole area stank horribly, forcing all of the workers to wear mouth caps. Only the male pushing my cart, the male who had previously captured me and fed me his cock, seemed unaffected by the stench and carelessly made his way through the area until he reached the doors at the opposite side.

A pair of workers rushed through the doors pushing on forward a fresh rack of dead animals. They stopped just in time to avoid a collision with my cart, looking apologetically to the bi-pedal who seemed to instil authority. This break allowed me a good look on the rack which held a mixture of species: foxes and raccoons, both male and female, male badgers, a small doe and even a couple of domestic cats and dogs of both genders. And nearly all of them seemed to have their anus stretched open, some leaking various fluids from them.

"That's right! Behold your future! The only way you'll get out is by these racks. If you are lucky enough to get out!"

Our bi-pedal walked over to the doors and pressed a button three times, turning on a buzzer each time. A short while later a young red-furred female bi-pedal pushed through the door to meet the male. She wore a white lab coat and very little else. Like the male bi-pedal controlling my cart she also seemed unaffected by the heavy stench and did not protect herself from it.

"Three more, sir?"

The female quickly brought out three thermometers, inserted two into the raccoons' asses before turning to me. When she saw the glove in my ass she looked up and the male bi-pedal and chuckled while she yanked it out.

"He seemed to like it."

Again she chuckled while she checked my ears and tongue, then picked me up and checked the rest of my body. Suddenly she had me hung by my hand legs, pulling the rope on my balls tight, causing a sudden pain. While I yelped a bit of lipstick showed and once more she chuckled.

"Well if he likes it, maybe he likes other things as well. We'll have time to find out. This fox is malnourished and his coat is still transiting from cub fluff to adult. We'll need to keep him until he is ready."

I was dropped into a new cart while the female checked on the raccoons. This took even less time as these animals were in prime condition. Quickly the female bi-pedal scribbled on a notepad then sounded the buzzer three times calling out a low worker.

"These two are fine to go. Set up the camera and prepare the stage. Tell the crew to get ready within the hour. You will also set up an extra pen for this fox. Make sure he gets to see this."

Both the raccoons and I were rolled beyond the doors to meet our fate.

Beyond the doors lay a large storage room filled with boxes, crates, tools, props and dead computers. Only a couple of workers were active in this area and compared to the production area this place was quiet.

The storage area by far was not the end of this structure. Once our carts were rolled through a veiled cave was revealed, hidden by curtains which blend in perfectly with the dark walls. The bi-pedals pushed us through the curtains.

We arrived in a large room cluttered with a couch and seats, tables, desks, a small bed, a couple of suspended spreader bars and hooks. On the walls there were beating rods, whips, anal toys of all sizes and countless more attributes which gave subtle hints at how the dead critters in the production area met their end.

One worker was cleaning up some stains on the wall and floor. On the couch and seats several male and female bi-pedals looked up at us. Some of them wore leather masks but all of them were naked. They all looked tired and some frowned upon our entry as the worker pushing my cart proceeded to a back room and retrieved cameras.

"Three more, boss? I thought we were done for tonight!"

"Just the raccoons. The fox will stay here until he's good to go. But these are the last two for today. Two cocks! Then fill them up!"

While preparations started the red-furred female bi-pedal, aided by one of the naked females, tended to me and set up my cage. First of all I was taken out of the cart and my legs were freed from their bonds. However the rope which bound my back legs was not detached from my testicles.

I was brought to a metallic platform centric on one of the walls of this room. Chains were fixed on my back feet while at the wall a few rings were screwed into tiny holes within the tiles close to the floor. Another set of holes, slightly higher, was used to screw in a silicone phallic toy which was essentially a row of balls which grew consistently wider toward the bottom of this toy.

Finally I was given fresh head gear, replacing the rudimentary tin can with a mask to cover my whole snout, my chin and my forehead, acting just the same as a muzzle as the can, although slightly more comfortable. On the outside the mask was made of black leather complemented with a zipper with two zip locks. The mask's inside was made of soft silicone which thickened once in passed my cheeks effectively sealing off my snout on that end. If it weren't for a couple of holes located at the top of my snout, lined up along the snout and each fitted with a micro nozzle, this mask would have choked me.

As soon as my mask was set up the tip of my tail was bound by a leather strap and then attached through this strap to my mask forcing my tail to be arched straight over my back and exposing my anus. The rope wrapped around my balls had its long end cut short before a small weight was tied on it pulling my furry foxy testicles down.

Promptly the chains on my back feet were ran through the rings on the wall and exposed to the female bi-pedals' laughter I was quickly pulled up against the toy. Starting with the first ball I yelped as my ass was forcefully and painfully stretched. Each next ball stretched me ever wider until every ball was in and I found my butt pressed up against the cold tiles.

"You may only go potty, when we tell you to fox! As for your pee..."

The red-furred bi-pedal ran her hand on my belly and exposed my tiny fox cock. She brought out a fox-sized condom and fit it on sealing off the base of my penis. Then she cut the tip and fit it into the nozzle of a small tube which she consequently ran to the nearest nozzle on my snout. Now I only had one hole to breathe through.

"When you pee you either recycle or you drown. Or you'll hold it until we tell you to let it out."

The furthest hole on my snout was fitted with a small funnel, but that did not choke me. The cage was quickly and easily constructed on the metal platform with screws and latches. When parts of the side were a connected with the top part, the females brought out what remained of the rope used to bind my back feet and cut it in half. Each half was run through a ring at each side of my mask, then was tied to the side part tightly. This meant I could not move my head and was fixed where I stood. A moment later the cage was completed.

Both raccoons were bound to a smooth metallic table through chains on their claws and a ball stretcher with another chain stretching them out as if on a rack. They lay side-by-side and wore a leather mask which only revealed their eyes and contained a ring gag stretching their mouth open wide.

Only four bi-pedals remained: the red-furred female, my male capturer and two naked males wearing leather masks to which a camera was attached. More cameras were set up close to the table, above the table and at one of the walls intended to record all desired angles and perspectives.

At the wall opposite to the one with the camera a large cauldron had been set up and was slowly heating up oil. Snacks were defrosting on top of the cauldron so perhaps the bi-pedals were hungry. The smell of the cooking oil made both raccoons drool and lick their leathered snout, obviously having been exposed to bi-pedal food at some point in their lives.

Close to my cage the red-furred female bi-pedal was now completely naked, except for a short lab coat. She did not wear a mask as she inspected the set-up. With her lab coat she made sure none of the cameras could peek at her body.

First she inspected the male bi-pedals, touched each groin and then slammed their balls hard making them cringe. Then she turned to the raccoons and gently ran her hand on their belly exploring their sheaths. Being males the raccoons quickly appreciated the attention and attained hard boners while gently pumping despite the painful restraint on their balls.

It was at this point the male bi-pedals detached the ball chains from the table's side and reattached them to a tiny hook hung from the ceiling. The female kept the raccoons cocks firmly in each hand until their butts were lifted off the table and they were hung by the balls. The animals squirted even as pain was now inflicted on them. Having caught sufficient raccoon juice she ran her hands over their exposed anuses and gently rubbed the lotion onto them.

On queue the male bi-pedals swung in and the female left. She stepped towards my cage, turned around and sat down on top of my cage. She kept her legs open so I could see the spectacle while I could also see her naked butt. The female sat right above my snout, nearly touching it.

Both male bi-pedals quickly rubbed their crotch and jacked at their penis until they were both swollen and firm. In sync they both grabbed their respective raccoon's tail and lifted their butt slightly momentarily relieving the animals from pain.

Without wasting any time the erect bi-pedal penises were pushed up against their raccoon's anus and pressed in. This immediately stretched and ripped the animals' anuses painfully, but neither bi-pedal headed to the yelps and cries of the raccoons. They pulled out, then pushed in stretching the critters ever further, forcing their way inside.

Briefly the raccoons struggled, but their bonds were too strong and an easing of the grip on their tail simply brought more weight and pains to their testicles. And so the animals found they had no choice but to submit to the bi-pedals' rape.

Violently and without mercy the bi-pedals pushed in deeper as they sought their pleasure, disregarding any pain and damage they inflicted on their victims. The leather masks the animals wore froze their expressions to the fashion the bi-pedals desired. Soft cracks could be heard as the tail bones broke under the pressure.

As the spectacle progressed I could not avert my eyes, whether I desired this or not. Clear it was the raccoons were doomed and so was I. Already having been given a literal pre-taste little imagination was needed to comprehend my future tearing apart by the bi-pedal who seemingly was the leading figure of this place. There were no other animals kept here as far as I could see and this special treatment would certainly come at a special price.

Above me fingers moved as the female rubbed herself while watching the young males. Suddenly a salty and sweet liquid dropped into the funnel on my snout. It carried a strong, foxy smell and briefly I felt my cock boning up. I heard a chuckle from her as a moment later she gave me a shot from her other liquid: the one from her bladder. It was as bitter as the male bi-pedal's pee earlier that evening, but it contained something that folded my mind into drinking it thankfully.

It only took the naked bi-pedal males a few minutes to raped the raccoons from start to finish. They pulled out in sync and looked down revealing to the camera stretched, bleeding and cream-filled raccoon anuses. How great the damage was inside could not be seen, but very possibly the raccoons had their rectums perforated judging by the size difference. They would die soon, but the bi-pedals had a different end in mind.

One of the naked bi-pedals walked toward the cauldron, the other one soon followed. First the snacks were dropped into the oil, causing a loud hiss through the room as vapour hit the ceiling. Then from behind the cauldron two large cups were brought out and two large cast-iron funnels.

Each bi-pedal took hold of one funnel and one cup, before accessing a tap fixed to the side of the cauldron. Each cup was filled with boiling cooking oil, and then the bi-pedals walked over to their respective raccoons.

By pulling the raccoons' ball chains the animals' butts were lifted up even higher and more painful, but the animals no longer seemed to care. The iron funnels fit into the stretched anuses with ease, sinking in deep without requiring any force but gravity.

As soon as the funnels were in, the bi-pedals raised their filled cups over them, then toppled the cups to empty them. Suddenly the raccoons came to live again shrieking as boiling oil was poured into them. It cooked their innards instantly as well as many other organs. Their bladders were boiled and heated piss was forced out of their bodies, landing straight into their stretched mouths. The shock and heat overwhelmed them quickly and their muscles all stretched out as death beset them.

Quickly the male bi-pedals released the chains at the raccoons' forelegs , then took the ball chains off the hook and carried the dead animals to an empty rack, to be carried off into the production area. Only then would they return to the cauldron to retrieve the snacks.

After a moment the female on top of my cage jumped off and turned to me.

"Those raccoons were lucky, fox! Only five minutes. I am much worse than these boys, for they only carry out what I come up with. I however take my time with the animals I harvest and the day you grow fat and healthy, you will envy those who just died."

Every day my health improved. The bi-pedals were cruel for sure, but they did know how to correctly feed a fox. This food might occasionally taste nasty, frequently spiced with the red-furred bi-pedal's piss, but with each mouthful my coat grew thicker and my fat augmented.

This whole operation very obviously was a shady business. The sales of animal torture and snuff footage were much greater value than the actual pelts. There was a demand for it that never drained away but instead grew ever larger. Throughout the day on each day both wild and domestic animals were delivered to the compound by truckload.

The species were exclusively mammal but they ranged from domestic pets to exotic pets to farm animals to feral and wild animals. Multiple shady suppliers took their business to us: animal pounds, zoos, greedy farmers, trappers specialised in live trapping and even local government officials seeking to turn their town's feral pet problems into some profit.

Once the animals were dropped of the red-furred female bi-pedal checked them out and would sort out the ones with the best coats and the ones with a high demand on the market to be brought to my area to be raped and tortured and eventually killed on camera. The others would be brought to a separate area to be killed in a more routine fashion.

There was hardly any species I did not see die in front of me: anything from small rabbits or cats to have their rectums torn to big draft horses to be slowly butchered alive. Either the male or female boss would always be there to direct the crew and work out the scenarios to be followed without question.

My secondary purpose for being there, next to the impending torture and snuff video I too would one day be made off, was as a punishing tool for bi-pedals. Any worker slacking, failing to reach their target, making a mistake, as well as potential green boy spies, were brought up to be filmed and tortured. So as a matter of fact I was already featuring on videos they sold.

On the very first morning after my arrival, my cage was torn apart and a worker who had overslept was dragged up close. This very young male bi-pedal was naked and was not issued a mask so his humiliation would be public. His mouth was forced open by a ring gag.

An up close camera recorded me being slowly taken off the dildo, one ball at the time. Its colour had changed to brown as a thick coating of my stool was stuck on in. Then they turned me around and pressed my butt into the bi-pedal's open mouth.

I needed no command as the release of pressure caused my guts to open up and let go. A muffled protest was heard as I filled his mouth with fox poop. Neither he nor I had any choice in the matter. Potty breaks would indeed be brief and on command from now on. Forced to swallow I could feel the male's struggles against the revolting flavours and textures.

He was forced to lick my ass clean, then also had to clean the dildo until no fox scat remained. To wash it all down they took the nozzle attached to my snout off and inserted it into his mouth. Having held my bladder for as long as I did I felt relieved as the command was given. I let go of it all and I could feel the condom on my cock swell and the hose was insufficient to lead it all out immediately. Luckily the thing was strong enough not to burst or to leak at the seal. The unfortunate bi-pedal was forced to drink every last drop before being dragged off to resume his work.

Teaching me to go potty on command was done fairly quickly. My bonds would vary and as soon as the bi-pedals were sure I would obey and go as told, always straight into the mouth of either a bi-pedal or a still alive pelt, butt plugs would be administered less frequent. This kept the requirement of cleaning my cage to a minimum, keeping additional strain on staff minimal.

My piss hose remained however and very occasionally I would soil my own snout, but I soon got used to that. This required my mask to be taken off and replaced by time to time. These acts were not really my fault as staff was actually required to make sure my bladder was emptied into other beings regularly and such forgetfulness consequently resulted in culprits serving as my toilet.

On the other hand when it appeared my mask was to be changed to be cleaned the red-furred female bi-pedal would put me in tight restraint and would drop some her own liquids into my funnel on my snout. Having something foxy about her I quickly became to desire this and her pee did not get a chance to fill up my mask and drown me. My growing pleasure was too obvious to hide.

"Do you like it rough, fox? Are you a fetishist? Perhaps we should get a little more creative with you... when your time comes."

Many weeks and months passed since I was captured and brought into this compound. My coat was getting ever thicker and my body was approaching obesity. I could tell my final moment was fast approaching as the bi-pedal bosses each showed an increasing interest in me.

The male bi-pedal boss seemed to get more and more foxes on stage. Daily my "assistance" was required on both tods and vixens as their final moments passed. For this they would place a ring gag within the jaws, then fit them with a snout mask that would seal off their snout the same as mine. Then they would either fix the piss hose into the mask or fix a funnel while enforcing an enema on me. Then as naked bi-pedals progressed in their work, the male boss would spectate and openly pleasure himself as he watched my waste travel through the hose and into the other fox, causing struggles and protests from the helpless victim.

Meanwhile the female red-furred bi-pedal began to experiment more and more on my bonds. She no longer required me to soil myself, which was now an extreme rarity as the workers made sure to avoid the consequences, to fill my funnel and have me drink her piss. A new typed of mask was fit on me with the nozzle for the funnel placed at the tip of my nose. I was made to lie on my back and look up into her butt while she expressed her bladder with extreme control.

While she had me drink her pee, she would often smack my chained balls and anus, or use a stick or crop to strike this region. It made her chuckle when instead of a yelp a little lipstick would peek out in response to the pain.

"What are we going to do with you, fox boy? Aren't you loving this too much? You are a perverted little thing! Our customers do enjoy the little cries and yelps our typical foxes make in front of the cameras. I think you got too used to it. So we will need to be creative! I will get you!"

The day of my doom started early in the morning with a thorough examination. I was weighed, a long thermometer was pushed down my rectum and I was bathed and dried. The mask came off and all chains and bonds were removed. Obediently I let the bi-pedals handle me and did not resist any move nor did I attempt any escape. What good would it do? Where would I run off to?

My metallic platform was now mounted at the centre of the tiled room when I was returned to it. The rest of the cage was dismantled and removed from the room. Workers were busy cleaning out the area and removing all unnecessary props while others were setting up cameras. Above the platform multiple hooks and chains were suspended.

Calmly the red-furred female bi-pedal carried me over to the platform and settled me down on it. No bonds were brought onto me at this stage and I stood motionless in my position, breathing calmly while awaiting the inevitable pain to come.

The male boss joined us and participated in my final inspection, running his hands along my genitals and anus. He was naked and I fully expected him to start ripping open my guts within moments. But instead he walked off and took control of the cameras, occasionally playing with his cock. Cameras started running and the female bi-pedal mounted a small camera on her forehead.

Two naked female bi-pedals entered the stage as soon as the male boss gave the command to start. One of them pushed one of their shopping carts up to the stage, filled with props and tools. This female also was red-furred but seemed much younger compared to the female boss next to me.

The female boss inspected and counted all props and tools. Chains were sorted and either placed on the platform next to me or hung on hooks. There were also knives to be placed close to me. A couple of cattle probes with the accompanying pulsator were to remain on the trolley for the moment, along with a long pointy rod. A strap-on was also part of the props along with a mountable toy. More props were underneath, hidden from my view.

The female boss dropped her lab coat to the ground, revealing her young naked body to the cameras to subsequently put on the strap-on and mounted the toy to it. When I looked at her, also gazing at the camera, her devilish witch grin left no room of doubt to her intentions. I was somewhat afraid, but had no means of defence. She played with my tail briefly and I kept my anus exposed obediently. But for the moment there was no penetration.

The second female bi-pedal who had entered the stage was blond-furred and had an age estimated somewhere in between the two red-furred bi-pedals. Accompanying this blond bi-pedal was a brown-coated border collie. This gave the dog a somewhat the appearance of a large vixen. Other than a dog leash the animal was also fitted with a ring gag keeping the mouth open. But otherwise at this point this animal had no other restraints and didn't seem distressed.

Obediently I stayed motionless, keeping my tail up exposing my anus to one of the cameras to the amusement of the male bi-pedal. From the moment this dog entered my area I could smell the funky odour of a bitch in heat. This was no accident and even though the animal was of another species the smell had me wag briefly and pant.

Part of the chains up on my platform were used to construct a harness on the bitch. Each paw was fitted with a broad ring. When the harness was completed the female bi-pedals lowered some of the hooks on the ceiling and suspended the border collie onto them with her belly facing up. Using the rings on the paws and a couple of additional chains the bitch was hog-tied with her front legs tied to her back while her back feet came to be locked in place near her stomach. A chain was wrapped tight to the tail and a weight was attached to it denying her its protection. To me the dog seemed to get prepared for breeding.

With the brown border collie tied and secured the blond female bi-pedal left the stage. The younger red-furred assistant picked up a big funnel with a hose from the trolley and lowered it into the ring gag of the dog. The hose at the bottom ended up in the dog's throat and then deeper into her gullet nearly choking the animal. A sort of a tin can was screwed onto the funnel.

Having been trained to such set up I stepped up close to the edge as the dog was lowered. The dog came to hang below the platform so the tin can would be right at the edge. A camera would zoom in on me as I turned around to hover my butt over this tin can.

On command I squatted and my tail began to twitch. Fox poop fell into the tin can until my guts were empty. The female boss brought out a small chunk of toilet paper, cleaned my butt and then had me obediently eat and swallow it.

Next I got up and repositioned, lifting my back paw up as told. The blond bi-pedal returned to us bringing an electric drill mounted with a smooth large cone fitting the can perfectly. Meanwhile I let loose of my bladder and some of my piss already made it to the throat making the dog swallow her very first taste of fox piss, but most of it was blocked by my poop. My pee made a decent filling of this can.

The blond bi-pedal again left the stage while the red-furred assistant now utilized the drill and lowered the cone into the can. First it mixed up all fox waste into a brown liquid, then it pressed it through the funnel into the hose. Audible protest could be heard from the dog as this vile smoothie was force-fed into her. It stank up the stage, but only the younger female had issues with that.

Slowly the border collie was raised again, while the funnel was removed and taken off the stage. The bitch was rotated so that now her fuming muff was up close to me, teasing me with its delightful swell, but I was not allowed to touch it.

Soon the blond bi-pedal female returned with yet another animal. This time she lead a red male fox. As opposed to me this fox seemed to be some kind of exotic pet wearing a purple collar, a purple tail band, purple socks on each of his feet and he seemed to be just as comfortable on the leash as the dog that came in before. And just like the bitch he too had a ring gag in his mouth, although much smaller than the dog's gag.

As soon as the other fox was up close to the platform the bi-pedals took off the leash and constructed a chain harness on him, just as they had done with the dog. And just like they had done with the dog they lowered some hooks and suspended him, he having his belly aimed at the ground. His feet also were fitted with broad rings and then secured to the harness. His front feet were lock to his back and his back feet were spread out by a wide metal pipe locked into the rings. A chain was attached to his tail band and then locked to one of the hooks above and pulled short so he too no longer could use it for protection.

The long pointy rod was brought up. Only now did the new fox begin to struggle as the object was pushed through the ring gag to rest on the full length of his tongue. A small cross bar was brought up and pushed through his teeth and through a hole in the rod near his cheeks. More chains were introduced to create head gear that would lock his cross bar, and thus the rod, in place.

When the other fox was locked in chains I suddenly felt moist and a hand on my anus. I looked back and saw the red-furred boss grin at me as she both rubbed lube on my ass as well as on the toy she wore. As I returned my gaze at the other animals and tried to get read as good as I could for the invasion, the cattle probes brought out by the assistants and the pulsator was placed in front of me. Both probes were meant to anally stimulate bulls and thus were oversized for both suspended animals. But no quarter was given, as it never was.

The female bi-pedal behind me started to push her toy into my ass in sync with the cattle probe being pushed into the other fox' ass. Both the toy and the probe were about equal in size: too big for a fox. My anus was stretched painfully and it certainly hurt, but having been exposed to more than one anal toy my response was a lot more quiet than that of the other fox, who whimpered as his bi-pedal pushed the probe in all the way. Meanwhile the border collie had her probed pushed through her ring gag, which would stretch and lock the farm tool. Her jaw muscles were stretched out painfully, ripped beyond their limit.

Slowly my bi-pedal began to pull out having probed deep into me. Then she pushed in again to get deeper. However she did seem careful and would not go as violent as I had seen so often on other animals. When the initial pain from stretching faded the slow pumping became a comfortable experience. I stayed motionless letting her hold me while keeping my tail up as if begging to be dominated.

When both cattle probes were inserted to the desired depth the young assistants began to rotate and move the two whimpering animals into position. First the fox' mouth rod was aimed below the bitch's butt landing his nose in between her butt and swollen muff. Being exposed to the musky smell of heat the tod grumbled and briefly humped air instinctively. The bi-pedals chuckled and his nose was rubbed into the bitch' pussy until a hard-on appeared on his belly.

The young red-furred assistant pulled back the male fox, then place the pointy and did not actually hurt the dog. Yet the cold metal had her whimper when it was pushed inside. All the way in the rod went until the tod's snout touched the anus, making him kiss the dog's stinky butt.

For a few moments the tod was forced to smell both the dog's ass and her swollen muff, before being pulled back until the rod nearly popped out. And then his snout and the dog's butt were smacked into one another once more.

All this time I was made to watch up close. By now my dominating bi-pedal was pumping my ass a little more rapidly. I had no idea what her intention was because she did not seem to damage me all that much and no cooking oil was prepared nearby.

"Are you enjoying this, little pervert?"

At the first few strokes with the rod, there seemed to be little point either other than toy with the animals, then as the pumping continued, a small layer of brown coating could be seen on the metal. Each subsequent push inside brought on a thicker coat. The tod began to whimper as he began to guess the consequences of the breaks that made his nose touch that butt. The unfortunate dog could not help it and all the bi-pedals seemed to be amused in his peril. His ring gag and t he iron rod in his mouth kept his mouth open and vulnerable.

When the bi-pedals pushed the animals into each other and kept them pressed up, a foul liquid passed into the tod's mouth. The rod prevented him from swallowing so he had to endure his mouth getting coated in brief stinky waves. He whimpered in protests and pleas of mercy, but to no avail as the animals' harnesses were connected to lock them tight.

Next the assistants were to connect the cattle probes to the pulsator, then connected that to a power source. Lights switched on. Neither animal seemed to have a real clue to its purpose but seemed nervous as the probes started heating up.

Meanwhile the red-furred boss disconnected the toy from her strap-on, keeping it wedged deep inside my anus stretching me open wide. She then took of the strap-on to discard it and picked up one of the knives. She showed it to the camera, then brought it close to my nose letting me see its sharp blade. Its point briefly touched my nose before she ran it over my fur without cutting me.

"Those two are luckier than you. They won't feel what comes after this. You however will be alive for quite some time, unless you go into shock. We'll see. This is a rare treat for our customers. And if you still survive when it's off..."

Briefly she took hold of both my back feet and lifted them up making me stand on my front paws. She dragged the blade over my foot pads making a cut into them. I took a deep breath but did not yelp or make any sound to the pain.

Chains suspended from the ceiling were brought up close and wrapped around each back foot. When the bi-pedal pulled them slightly my feet were pulled apart. Her knife first visited my tail lifting it slightly and encouraging me to keep it up so my rear remained exposed. Then she brought the knife back to my snout, this time placing it on my chin as if intending to cut my throat lifting my head up to witness the events in front of me without missing a single moment.

The young red-furred assistant operated the pulsator creating a circuit within both animals, the cattle probes and the iron rod. Both the border collie and the fox twitched and stretch, but did not die yet. In fear they both began to pee, with the fox receiving dog urine in his nose. Another turn on the pulsator's main switch sent another bolt through them and forced yet more pee into the fox' nose and in his eyes. Whimpers and cries could be hurt as their muscles hurt and the cattle prods heated up further and further.

Torturing the animals repeatedly the assistants chuckled and laughed at the cameras, playing with the controls. Both the fox' rectum and the dog's tongue started to roast and fume, which actually brought the precious fur at risk. This made the male bi-pedal raise his hand to command a close.

One more time the controls were turned, this time to the max. When the red-furred assistant pushed the button both the tod and the bitch stretched as well as was possible in their bonds, then slumped in their harnesses lifelessly.

The pulsator was switched off and the probes removed. Then the bi-pedals began to untangle the chains. Only through the rings at the back paws did chains remain attached and the animals were suspended head down. Weakly their bodies swayed in front of me. Indeed they were lucky.

When the younger red-furred bi-pedal extracted the iron rod from the other fox' mouth she brought it up and pointed its tip at me, then closed in with it on my snout. The item was heavily caked in dog stool and smelled accordingly. As I guessed the bi-pedal's intentions I opened my snout and let her insert it.

I sucked and licked the poop off the tool as I was encouraged to do. It was still warm. Passively I let them push it even to my throat, then closed my mouth to clean it. Between my legs I could feel a hand starting to squeeze my furry balls bringing me a mixture of pain and pleasure at both ends.

The iron rod was rolled so all sides touched my tongue, then it was extracted and brought in sideways before having its entire length rubbed and rolled on my tongue until a decent brown layer was visible to the camera. When the iron rod was removed I closed my mouth and swallowed repeatedly. When I opened my mouth no trace of dog poop was visible confirming I had eaten it.

Promptly the bi-pedal behind me took the knife off my chin and placed the blade in my open mouth with the sharp edge pointed inward. This meant that any sudden move would cut my tongue as the knife was razor sharp. Obediently I closed my jaws and took hold of the knife keeping my gaze locked on the dead animals now dangling up close to me.

Both of the female bi-pedal assistants were fully trained at skinning. Without issue and naked as they were they took each one of the two remaining knives. A moment later they started cutting into the back paws of both the fox and the dog, sliding the knife along the legs until they reached the anus. Further cuts were made on the tail and on the front legs.

Beyond my view, behind me, the female boss reach down the lower part of the shopping cart and picked up a leather beating crop. When I felt its texture on my butt and anus I knew what to expect having seen this tool used more than once during these last few months.

Having completed the initial cutting the assistants returned the knives to the m-platform I was standing on, placing them right in front of me. Each dead animal had one ring detached from the back legs and the peeling began. It was at this moment the bi-pedal handling me started hitting my exposed back end with the crop. It hurt, but I took the beating quietly. I felt a strong grip on my testicles as they became the prime target of this the female boss.

First the feet of the animals had their pelt peeled off, paw pads and claws included. Once a sufficient area was devoid of skin, the rings were moved there so they would not hinder the skinning. Then the peeling continued across the back legs, the tail and back. No part of their hide would remain so even the genitals were peeled. Finally the bi-pedals pulled the pelt off the rump, the front legs and finally off the head leaving the dead animals nearly unrecognisable.

Meanwhile the bating continued. My testicles felt bruised and the toy wedged down my rectum sent shock waves through my belly each time it was hit. Even so lipstick had appeared and my gaze still rested upon the mutilated carcasses in front of me. Consequently my foxy penis also became a prime target to get struck.

When the pelts were completely pulled off they were taken off-stage by the bi-pedals. Quickly they returned, each now holding a bucket. When they returned to my platform each bucket was placed underneath a carcass and the knives were picked up again.

Simultaneously the females plunged the knives into the animals' genitals to pull them down to the stomach to open up the belly. Guts and blood fell into the bucket. Organs were pulled and dropped into the mix. Next the necks and heads came off, then the front legs and the tail fell down. The back legs were detached from the torso, left dangling lonely as the latter was placed on top of the other remains nearly filling up the buckets. Finally the rings were removed from the back feet and the buckets were carried off.

This was something completely new to me as the skinning was always done in the production area. The act of butchering was kept secret from me. Its revelation puzzled me. Certainly this operation was set to squeeze out every penny out of the animals it processed.

"In case you were wondering what exactly is in your food and why it might taste strange at times..."

This time the young assistants did not return and I was left with only the red-furred boss and the male watching us. The beating of my backside had finally stopped. The chains were taken off my legs and I was left standing on my platform, with the toy still wedged inside me, while the other two took a brief break.

A half dozen chains were brought down for the ceiling, but the bi-pedals did not attach them. The female bi-pedals grabbed my back paw and began to rub the wound she inflicted earlier. She had me curb my body and turned my head while stretching my back leg so I would watch what she was doing. Next she retrieved the knife from my mouth and chuckled.

"And now, fox, you will experience something only a select few ever experienced. Scream as much as you like: our customers love to hear the agony as much as they love to see it. But nothing can stop thing from happening."

All I could do was take a deep breath and then exhale slowly as the knife dug itself into the wound on my paw, before being dragged along the length of my foot and then my leg. As opposed to the dead animals before, which had been flayed within minutes, my tormentor took her time cutting me. It took about the same time as the full skinning of the fellow tod and the bitch as it took for the knife to reach my anus.

I watched with interest as the bi-pedal's fingers dove into the wound and pulled the skin off my flesh. The pain was excruciating and I actually was on the brink of fainting. But I held my ground and kept quiet, looking at the nearest camera as my nails were pulled from my toes and dangled down my ankle with the rest of my foot fur. Suddenly the whole of my exposed flesh went numb as my nerves overloaded.

First the female bi-pedal secured a chain on my ankle, right at the edge of the exposed area. Then she continued to flay my leg until she ran halfway across the thigh. Then came my other leg while my first leg was made to hang and endure weight on its raw flesh. My second back paw was skinned equally slow as the first one making me realise my killing video would potentially be the longest video made here in my presence. After my second back leg was flayed it too was hung in chains.

A third wound was created: this time stating at my anus to follow the length of my tail. When the length of this wound was satisfactory she pulled out my tail bone with its flesh and had my fluffy tail dangle across my back. The knife again plunged into my skin.

Making me watch the other animals getting skinned clearly served as an education. My bi-pedal followed the exact same procedure, although much slower, letting me feel every moment. However my flayed parts would go numb fairly quickly. My breath grew audible, but I did not panic or struggle. Knowing my future and realising it was now inevitable made something in my body work that calmed me down. I gave a defiant look at the bi-pedal as if to say "is that all you've got?"

She grabbed my shoulders and made me roll so I would rest on my back with my snout close to her female parts. Drops would appear as she would often do when exposed to or participated in the torturous killing of animals. As ever it there was a scent of vixen in her fluids and my new position seemed like an invitation. So I stretched my tongue and got myself a taste to the bi-pedal's amusement.

"Silly fox, you're almost making me regret this. But I don't! We've got to make money. This is pure gold, boy!"

Not at all did she deny me access to her muff. Slightly she pulled my body closer to the edge improving my access and I kissed my tormentor who with each lick appeared more vixen-like.

At my back side the three main wounds were connected around my anus. Then she pulled my pelt off my back and down my belly. I had a boner, mostly due to exposure to quasi vixen smells which effectively turned pain into pleasure. The bi-pedal neither minded this nor stopped her work and she left my genitals with scrotum nor sheath.

As slow as she worked too soon she blocked me from her nectar and pulled me higher until none of my paws touched the platform. She pulled my fur down further and further. Pain no longer registered and she picked up some speed, which I appreciated hoping to accelerate my end if I was to be butchered soon after.

Down to the neck my body was now flayed. My front legs were next and I obediently let her handle me as she stripped my remaining limbs and paws. Finally she pulled off hi facial skin taking my ears, eyelids and nose with it. For the first time I saw my beautiful fox fur in its entirety.

What was left of me was dying I was sure, slowly losing heat and drying out. There was no bucket, but perhaps she would simply do it without and arrange my organs and body parts in order on the platform below. The knife was picked again and brought to my genitals.

"Does it end now, fox? Should I open your belly? Or should I cut off your head and end it even quicker?"

Beyond my sight the male bi-pedal had left this cave to soon return with a set of fresh props. The female did not leave my side and kept on talking to me.

"Most critters won't make it past the first shot and will go into panic and shock. Some might live through some of the process but never all of it. You however are still alive and failed to give us the screams and yelps we usually get. For this we will make you linger, as you already do, for as long as we can. And we will exploit and abuse you until the last of your days!"

The props the male boss had brought were part of a suit which on the outside was made of leather and on the inside there sat a damp cotton-like substance which was actually quite mild on the touch.

First tiny boots were fixed to my four paws, fitting in my skinned toes perfectly and closing tight with small leather belts. Then gradually the leg and torso pieces were attached and bound tight. My tail was forced into a narrow silicone tube with the same soft material inside but which was inflexible so my tail was to remain fix straight up like an antenna.

Finally a mask was put on my head which not only fit over my head, but also had a part that would fit over my teeth creating a tube in my snout. A couple of tiny tubes were punched through the mask and into my mutilated nose. A large nozzle was s-pushed into my mouth connecting the tip of my tongue with the outside world.

The only parts not completely covered by the suite, apart from my eyes were my anus, my skinned testicles and my penis which no longer had a sheath to hide into. My wedged anal toy was now removed giving the bi-pedals a good view of my guts inside. A camera was slowly zoomed in on my ass to show its stretched state.

Suddenly the red-furred assistant reappeared pushing a new shopping cart toward the platform. She was tasked to collect the props that had served their purpose and quickly pushed the other cart off to the storage area. The red-furred boss picked out a large jar and showed me its content. There was a nearly liquid paste inside smelling of blood and meat. It was the same food I had always received.

"Do you have any idea what this actually is, fox? Or better: what this actually was?"

The female chuckled and put down the jar next to me. The dots already had connected, leading to the idea that they made me a cannibal. It was not as if I had any choice but to eat it these last few months.

Next a large syringe was brought out and a large transparent tube was shown to me. On one end there was a screw track which was used to screw on the syringe, on the other end there was a robber rim. When this pipe was screwed onto the syringe she began filling it with food until it was full. Meanwhile something touched my exposed testicles: the male's penis which was shaken into erection.

"It's dinnertime, fox!"

The male bi-pedal's penis began to push into my anus. Because it was stretch there was little resistance. This rape was long overdue. In front of me the female bi-pedal turned around and placed her foot onto the metal platform giving me an up close view on her butt. She pushed the pipe and syringe into her anus and began to push the food inside. She chuckled.

"We found a novel way of feeding you. A way which will enhance the flavour greatly. This of course requires your feeders to make sure there is additional flavour to add to your food."

The male began pumping into me diving deep onto my belly and slamming his scrotum into my painfully and bear testicles repeatedly. My cutting wounds around my anus would scream and open as he did not restrain himself.

As soon as the syringe was emptied, the red-furred female bi-pedal unscrewed the syringe and quickly retrieved a transparent hose from the shopping cart. This hose was short but extendable through an accordion design. One end was screwed into the pipe sticking out of her butt, the other end was screwed onto the nozzle on my mask.

Her intentions were clear and she made sure I watched this spiced-up food come out of her and travel through the hose. Soon this mix of liquefied fox and dog meat mixed with bi-pedal excrement ran across my tongue. Obediently I swallowed, luckily unable to chew. This notion set off the male raping me as he pumped into me rough and quick, to fill my guts with his seed.

My female tormentor took her time to feed me everything her rectum contained, which meant the meat was only a minor part of my dinner. I could not escape tasting every my of it and yet took it all in without protest. A perverted boner was obvious to the camera's having no sheath to hide into and it had been there ever since my torture had resumed.

When her guts were emptied the bi-pedal quickly removed the pipe from her anus. In sync the male pulled out and quickly retrieved a condom and hose combination to be put on my cock to catch my urine as the bi-pedals had done before. My still erect fox cock was sealed off swiftly and the small hose was inserted into my stretched anus, along with the transparent pipe previously inserted into the red-furred female bi-pedal's anus. The tiny hose was pressed within the rubber rim at the edge of the pipe which in turn served to prevent any content to pass outside the hose.

The male bi-pedal's cum was already leaking into the construction and my guts were rumbling caused by the recent feeding. There was no way I could hold anything now. A wooden crate was prepared next to me marked as "live toy". And fit out with a light and camera to record my misfortune permanently. Finally the top of my mask was touched and a part of the leather was rolled over my eyes to blind me. When I was finally placed into the crated and locked in my final fate was sealed: I was to be a toy and toilet for the rest of my days.

The End