WARNING!!! 

The following story contains cooking vore, butchering, skinning, castration, tongue removal, brains as food, and poor spelling. If any of this offends you, or you cannot keep an open mind, or you are not of legal age to read such material, then READ NO FURTHER! The author assumes no responsibility for any consequences that may result from reading this story, or ignoring this warning. Read at your own risk!

This story was written as part of an art trade with another artist on Fur Affinity. The names used in this story are completely fictitious and are not meant to represent any real person or person’s character.

	Fox Brain Soup

Written by Zackery James
Story Idea by Aria Fox

	Kyle groaned and blinked his eyes. He had never felt so groggy before. He wasn't quite sure where he was, as his vision was quite blurry, and he couldn’t remember falling asleep. It seemed as if he had been sleeping on some hard surface. His back ached slightly as he struggled to push himself up. 
	Slowly, his vision started coming back to him. The first thing he noticed were these dim gray stripes in front of him. At first he thought he must have hit his head pretty hard. But as they grew in thickness and became more opaque, he realized they were long metal bars. Something was wrong.
	As the world focused, Kyle was able to look past the bars at his surroundings. He appeared to be in some sort of kitchen. He could tell by the smell of good food in the air. It was a rather earthy kitchen, with plaster walls and wooden beams, but it seemed far too large for a single family. It seemed more like it belonged in a small village pub or restaurant. It also held several strange devices and utensils at which Kyle could only guess their function.
	At that point a tall slender lizard, wearing a white chef's uniform walked into the room. He picked up a small note card pinned on one of the beams that had the day's specials scribbled on it. Silently he read to himself: Tail Stuffed Pastries, Fox Steak, Penis of Fox, Tongue Sandwich, and Fox Brain Soup. His long slit like eyes then darted to the young red fox caged in the corner. His guests would be quite pleased with the specials that night.
	The lizard walked over to the cage and stooped down as to be closer to the fox. Even at this height, his head was still taller than the top of the cage. "Hello there little fella" he said in a raspy but otherwise friendly voice. "Are you hungry?"
	Kyle looked up at the lizard, finally coming out of his stupor. "Where am I? What am I doing here?" he asked, sounding more confused than scared.
	"Forgive me for not making introductions." returned the lizard politely. "My name is Ramon, and this is the Red Leaf Tavern where we specialize in cultural and exotic dishes. Though we also offer the regular fair. I have some soup here I am willing to share with you, free of charge. Will you dine with me?" 
	"I'm not very hungry" said Kyle, looking to the side. He felt it best not to accept food from strangers, but just then his tummy gave a loud rumble, exposing his lie. He had to blush.
	The lizard just smiled and chuckled. "I see. Well it would be a shame to let all that soup go to waist. If you were to dine with me I could let you out of that cage and we could enjoy it together."
	Kyle's tummy gave another rumble. "I suppose I am a little bit hungry" he admitted. He certainly did not seem to be getting anywhere, so he had no choice but to trust this lizard for the time being.
	"Excellent!" the lizard exclaimed with a wide grin. "I'm sure you are going to love my cooking."
	Then, using one of his black claws, Ramon undid the latch on the small cage and the door swung open. Kyle had to crawl out on all fours. He stretched as he exited, his muscles and joints still sore from sleeping in the cramped cage. It was not until this moment that he noticed something else odd about his situation.
	"Why am I naked?" Kyle cried out in shock and alarm.
	"All in good time my friend" Ramon replied. "First we need to get you fed." He then walked over to a wooden table, where the staff would often eat when off duty. He pulled out one of the chairs and graciously gestured for Kyle to sit down.
	Embarrassed, Kyle cupped a paw over his boy bits as he slowly made his way to the table. All the while, he kept his eye on the lizard, afraid he might try something. The chair was a bit high for him to climb into, especially with one paw clasped around his groin, but he managed.
	Once seated, Ramon pushed in his chair and walked over to the stove where a pot was simmering. Inside were finely chopped herbs, potatoes, and carrots, floating in a milky broth. However the soup was also laced with a special sedative, made to relax even the most stressful of individuals. Grabbing a ladle, he poured two large bowls of soup. He returned and set one bowl before Kyle and one at the other end of the table.
	"Hope you like it" he said before sitting down before his own bowl. "Best to eat it while it's still hot."
	However Kyle did not start eating his soup. Instead he watched the lizard closely to see if he would eat first. Surprisingly, the lizard began eating his soup without hesitation. He didn’t even seem to notice Kyle's hesitation. Thinking it must be safe, Kyle set his spoon down in the soup and brought it up to his lips. What he did not realize was that Ramon had used this trick several times in his carrier and had long since built up an immunity to the drug.
	Kyle murred as the broth washed over his tongue. "Wow! This is relay good." he said after taking his first sip.
	"I am so glad." said Ramon with a grin. "It is always nice when someone appreciates my cooking."
	Kyle continued to eat spoonful after spoonful, but before the bowl was even half empty he was already starting to feel the effects of the drug. "I'm feeling a little dizzy" he said as he wobbled in his chair.
	"It's probably the heat of the kitchen. It does that to some people" Ramon said offhandedly. "You should finish your soup."

	Already the drug was starting to impair Kyle's judgment. He ate the rest of the bowl without a second thought, unaware of the change that was happening. He even licked the bowl clean when it was empty and set it down with a small burp.
	"I see you enjoyed the soup." said Ramon, a little indignantly.
	"Sorry" returned Kyle, his voice a little slurred. "I think maybe I should be getting home now." He then tried to get down from his chair, though his motions were a little awkward.
	"Oh, I'm afraid I can't let you leave." said Ramon. "You see I have paying customers who are expecting to have Reynard served with their meal tonight."
	"Reynard?" asked Kyle, his ears perked up. "What's that?"
	The lizard smiled. "Reynard is what we call the meat of a fox. A fox like you for instance."
	"You're going to cook me?" Kyle returned, sounding more intrigued than anything else.
	The lizard drew in his breath. "In a manor of speaking, yes. First I will butcher you. Then I will cook the meat that I collect. You will be alive for most of this, as your endorphins will add more flavor to the meat."
	"What if I don't want to?"
	"I'm afraid you have no choice." said the lizard with a sad smile.
	"Well, what am I supposed to do then?"
	"Right now you just relax, and I will guide you through the process. If I need you to do something, I will instruct you at that time."
	With that, Ramon stood up and walked round the table to pick up the not so sober fox. Kyle did not even try to cover his groin at this point. Instead he just grinned at the lizard. Setting the fox down on the counter, Ramon went to check the note card again. He then began to get out an assortment of cutlery, setting them one by one on the counter beside the fox.
	"First" the lizard explained, "I am going to skin your tail and grind the meat into a paste that will be injected into buns and baked. This may pinch, but the drug I gave you should inhibit any more pain."
	Kyle just sat calmly on the counter and blinked, seemingly indifferent to the fate that was about to befall him.
	Taking a length of twine, the lizard tied a loop around the fox's tail base, as to cut off the flow of blood. Using a scalpel, he made a long shallow cut circling all around the base of the tail, just before the string. Kyle twitched as the lizard cut. The thin red line was barely visible under the lush red fur. 
	Now the lizard inserted the knife sideways into the cut and began to pry up the skin. This was certainly more than a pinch as Kyle drew in his breath, but the drug and the twine helped numbing the pain considerably. So he remained seated while the lizard did his work.
	Once a ring of skin around the tail base was free, Ramon started to pull down. He pulled the skin so it turned inside out as he traveled further down the tail. It was much like removing a wet sock from someone's foot. Kyle shivered as raw muscle was exposed to air. He breathed a sigh of relief when the tip was reached and the tail came free.
	"You are doing great so far." said Ramon with a comforting smile. Kyle grinned stupidly back at him. He took the complete fox tail and hung it over the sink to drip and dry. Later it would join the long row of other fox tails that decorated one of the walls in the pub.
	"Now then" Ramon continued in a gentle voice. "If you wouldn’t mind scooting closer to the edge so that I may feed your tail into the grinder?"
	Kyle nodded and scooted closer to the edge. Beside him was another counter, a bit lower than the first. Mounted to the lower counter was an old fashioned meat grinder, made of cast iron. It only had a single switch in front for engaging the motor that had replaced the hand-crank system.
	"Do you want me to turn so my back is turned towards the grinder?" Kyle asked.
	"That would be helpful" Ramon nodded, as he fetched a bowl to collect the tail meat.
	After the fox had turned himself around, Ramon flicked the switch on the grinder and the motor sprang to life with a loud roar. Kyle yelped as suddenly as the noise had begun, more startled than anything else. He could feel a clawed hand wrap around his skinless tail, and knew it was being lowered slowly down towards the waiting mouth of the grinder. Sweat started to form on his brow as he anticipated the first touch.
	Once the grinding mechanism met with fox tail, the whirring noise grew in intensity. Kyle's moans and wails were barely audible over the racket. The grinder made slow work of his tail, cracking and grinding the bone, mixing the meal and marrow in with the rest of the meat. It felt like his tail grew blazing hot then numb, as the lizard guided more and more of it in.
	When the tail was about a third through, the grinder started secreting a marbled paste that would fall off into the bowl when it became too heavy. At the end, with Kyle's rump now positioned over the lip of the grinder, Ramon pushed a button in the back. With a quick snap a blade sliced through the base of the tail, allowing Kyle to scoot back onto the counter, while the rest was ground to a pulp.

	Ramon picked up the bowl with the tail meat and carried it over to the oven, where he had a tray full of rolls already laid out. Kyle watched with interest as the lizard stuffed the tail meat into a pasty tube and then used that to fill each of the rolls. When that was done, he slid the tray into the oven to bake.
	"Tail Stuffed Pastries have always been a popular appetizer" Ramon explained. "They tend to excite the craving for meat. I would let you try one, but I'm afraid these are for paying customers only."
	Kyle nodded while he idly reached back to rub his tail stump. "That's ok" he said, grimacing. His stump still stung pretty bad when he touched it, but it could have been a lot worse.
	"Now while those are baking, I need you to cum for me. Do you think you could do that?" The lizard now asks, handing a glass cup to the fox.
	"What for?" Kyle asked as he turned the glass over in his paws.
	"It will be used for making a special wine sauce to be served with delicacies, like your penis and tongue. It is considered somewhat of an aphrodisiac and is one of our more popular items. If you prefer, you can do it yourself or I can milk you. Either way, I need that cum."
	"No, no. I can do it." said Kyle, wanting to show the lizard he was capable of doing it by himself. He looked down to his cock while he moved his paw over it. He imagined it golden brown and steaming, resting on someone’s plate, and he had to giggle to himself. The thought made his cock jump and quickly massaged his penis to full erection. 
	Moaning softly Kyle worked his shaft up and down. The smell of the tail buns cooking reached his nose and somehow that made him even more excited. Ramon smiled as he waited patiently. The special drug he gave his victims always made them so compliant. In the end, all of them gave their bodies willingly to be made into food. That's why Ramon's cooking was always the best.
	It did not take long. Kyle closed his eyes and let out a long moan as he came into the waiting cup. Panting he handed the glass back to Ramon, half filled with soft white fox cream.
	Ramon smiled as he took the glass. "Thank you fox. You are such a good boy." He then ruffled the fox's head fur with his free scaly hand. "But be sure to keep that erection hard, till I can tie it off properly." 
	Kyle blushed and giggled at the complement. "I'll try" he said.
	Ramon put the fox cum in the refrigerator, so that it would stay chilled till it was needed. When he returned Kyle was already pawing at his erection again, trying to keep it hard as promised. It was quite easy considering all the endorphins in his body.
	"You might want to lie down from this part out" the lizard advised, and he gently helped to lean the fox back on the counter. Kyle kept stroking his dick while he stared idly up at the ceiling.
	Ramon gently moved the fox's paw away from his crotch, letting him know that was enough. He then took the string and looped it twice around both the cock and balls, making it nice and tight.
	"Now this next part may hurt more than your tail" he warned. "You have been doing great so far, but it only gets worse from here on out. I will be doing some things to you that are not very nice, but it's all for the purpose of making your meat taste better. Do you understand?"
	Kyle nodded.
	"Good" said the lizard. 
	He then took the knife, and very quickly made several gashes along the length of the fox's cock. He first went down one side, then the other. Kyle winced as he felt each cut in his delicate flesh. The string did it's job though; the cock stayed hard and there was minimal bleeding.
	While keeping one paw on the cock, he reached beside him and took one of the larger knives. In one quick swipe he had removed both the cock and balls, this time cutting below the string. Kyle howled as he was separated from his boyhood, and then fell back panting. It actual felt like a relief to have the thing gone, as he looked to Ramon, holding it above him.
	The lizard took the piece of meat and washed it under running water. He then turned to a pot on the stove that was filled with an expensive red wine. He deposited the severed cock into the wine to let it marinade. The cuts he had made would help ensure that the wine spread through the meat. He then picked up the note card again and scratched “Penis” and “Tail Buns” off the list.

	"You are doing quite well" the lizard praised, returning to the fox. "Next I will be butchering your limbs. Your torso will remain intact as I still need you alive. I will start by skinning them as I did your tail."
	Kyle panted and nodded as he listened to the explanation. He was still calming down from the excitement of having his penis removed. Some part of him knew that what he was hearing was bad, but the drug he was given made it so he didn’t have a care in the world.
	Ramon did not have any twine thick enough to effectively tie off the arms and legs, so he started with the scalpel. This time he wasn’t concerned with keeping the pelt in once piece, so he made two long cuts down either side of the fox's leg. He finished with a circle around the top of the leg and one at the ankle.
	Kyle shivered as the lines were cut, but as compared to what was done to his cock, he was quite used to the sensation. The actual peeling of the skin was still the worst. Still, he tried to make himself sit up, curious as to what his leg looked like without any skin. 
	"Lift up your leg" Ramon instructed as he finished removing the top half and set it aside. 
	This was a rather difficult request, considering the shock his leg was in. Kyle gritted his teeth as he slowly lifted his half skinned leg. He watched his muscles move through one open eye as he struggled to make his leg work. It was even more difficult keeping it in the air as the skin was ripped from it, pulling it downward.
	Ramon made quick work of the leg an laid the second strip of fur down with it's mate. Kyle breathed a sigh of relief once he could lower his leg, now devoid of skin. He didn’t have long to rest though as Ramon repeated the process with his other leg.
	Before long, Kyle was completely skinless from his thighs to his ankles and from his shoulders to his wrists. He looked like a page from a biology book on foxes as he laid splayed out on the counter. The scraps of fur Ramon had collected would be used to cover the bar stools in the tavern. The old covers were getting a bit ratty.
	Next, Ramon picked up a cleaver. Holding one of the legs down he swiftly chopped off the foot. Continuing up the length of the leg, he chopped it into several thick steaks. Each steak was then salted and wrapped in paper. They would be stored and cooked to order whenever they were requested. All the while, Kyle laid on the counter, panting, as he slowly became less and less.
 	The arms, however, were a bit different. Because they were not as thick as the fox's legs, they were taken off whole at the shoulder. Ramon would store these for another night, when they offered Fox Wings.
	Once he had finished removing the fox's limbs, Ramon wiped the sweat from his brow. He glanced up at the clock and dashed over to the oven, where he quickly pulled out the tail buns. By now they were golden with just a tint of brown and crispy. His forked tongue darted in and out, tasting the air, and he murred to himself. Although Kyle was not much more than another piece of meat at this point, he still could not help but salivate at the delicious aroma.

	Ramon set the buns on a counter to cool and walked back over to the fox. He stroked a clawed hand over the fox's head. "You have been such a brave foxie. I thank you for making my work easier. We don't have much left to go, but we need to hurry before the customers start coming in."
	"It's alright" returned Kyle in a half sleepy tone while rolling his head. "I just hope your customers enjoy me."
	"I'm sure they will" Ramon said with a smile. "But before we can get to the last item on the menu, I must remove your tongue. You won't be able to talk after this, so I waited as long as I could. But now I need you to open wide."
	Kyle obediently stretched open his muzzle, not seeming to care that he would soon be mute. In his condition it looked like he started to yawn and got stuck in the middle. 
	Ramon returned with a set of tongs which he used to grab hold of the tongue. Pulling it forward, he inserted the scalpel into the fox's muzzle and began cutting the piece of flesh that connected the tongue to the floor of the mouth.
	At first, Kyle could taste the blood trickling down his throat. But as nerve connections were severed, he could taste less and less, till it was a faint memory. He just stared at Ramon as he continued to cut. The lizard, however, did not look back into the fox's eyes, as he seemed entirely focused on his work.
	Soon the delicate piece of flesh was cut free and Ramon slowly withdrew it from it's silky prison. Like the cock and balls, it too was washed under running water and deposited in the red wine to marinade. It did not need to soak as long as it was more delicate and too much could ruin the flavor. Ramon then checked “Steak” and “Tongue” off of his list. There was just one item left to go.
	Kyle opened and closed his muzzle a few times, trying to get used to the sensation of being tongueless. He tilted his head back and looked out upside down across the kitchen. He watched as Ramon brought over one of the stranger contraptions he saw earlier.
	This device has a rubber pad shaped like a saddle. Suspended above that was a metal bulb that looked like two large spoons stuck together. And in front of it all stood a large circular hoop that was hinged and stood half open. Looking at it up close, Kyle still could not figure out what this thing was for. 
	Ramon then lifted up the fox and flipped him over like a rag doll. "Ok now fox" he said. "I'm going to put your head inside here and you are going to put this bulb in your mouth. This device will cook your brains into a delicious soup. You may bite down on the bulb, but make sure you keep it in your muzzle."
	Kyle blinked, which was the best response he could give in his position.
	Ramon slid the device forward so that Kyle's chin came to rest on the rubber pad. Once more he opened his muzzle and accepted the metal bulb as his head was positioned in the device. Ramon closed the hinged ring around Kyle's neck, effectively locking the fox in the device. 
	He then picked up another strange instrument that could best be described as an electric pizza cutter. He pressed a button and with a whirr the circular blade started spinning. Kyle watched with curiosity as the cutting tool was brought down to his forehead.
	The blade whirred louder as it began to cut through the skull. Ramon moved it slowly around the fox's head, just below the ear line. A few lines of blood trickled down from the cut. When he reached his starting point, he withdrew the blade and it whirred to a stop.
	Very carefully Ramon lifted up the top half of the fox's skull. It looked like a cute little cap with the fox ears sticking out of it. Ramon grinned and tickled one of the ears, before setting it down, where it clattered like half an empty coconut.
	Despite having his head cut open and his brains exposed to open air, Kyle could feel nothing but a dull sting where the circular cut was made. He just watched Ramon as he picked up another one of his knives.
	Now the lizard very carefully began to split the corpus callosum connecting the left and right brain, so as not to damage either side. He then reached in with his claws and scooped out the left brain, hollowing out that side of the skull. This was set aside on a piece of paper to be used later. 
	Kyle's body shook briefly as the right brain took over for both.
	With that done, Ramon picked up a wooden spoon and began to gently poke at the remaining brain. Carefully he began to untwist the strands of gray matter, like thin strings of spaghetti, to more loosely fill the cranial cavity.
	Ramon knew that Kyle was still alive and somewhat conscious. How long he stayed that way was a matter of time. Still, Kyle could not feel anything going on inside his head, the brain being completely numb. He did however sense that some sort of swirling motion was going on, as things bumped the walls of his cranium. It was a very strange sensation indeed.
	Once Ramon was satisfied with the distribution, he got out a measuring cup and filled it with water. Two or three times he poured the water into the fox's skull, till the water level had just about reached the cut line. He topped it off with some of the same red wine that was used in the marinade. He continued to stir the contents with the wooden spoon as he turned a small knob on the base of the device.
	The bulb that was resting in Kyle's mouth rapidly grew to a very hot temperature. If either could have seen it, it would have been glowing. In a few seconds it had already seared the inside of the fox's mouth, killing all sensation. But that was only a side effect of it's function. All that heat rose up into Kyle's cranium, turning his skull into a kind of living cooking pot. 

	Soon the broth began to boil as the lizard continued to stir what was now more soup than brains. The strands of gray matter became softer and more delicate with the heat and Ramon became more rigorous with his stirring. He would squish the bits of brain with the back of the spoon even as they still struggled to function.
	The muzzles of Kyle’s face would twitch and his pupils would grow and shrink out of order with one another as the signals from his brain grew more random and chaotic. If he did have any conscious thought remaining, it must have been very confusing and incomprehensible, as what was his brain was very slowly being turned to mush.
	Once more the lizard’s tongue darted in and out and he murred at the scent of boiling fox brains. By now the gray matter was more of a paste, dispersed throughout the soup and inseparable from the broth. Satisfied, he turned down the heat on the device to let the soup simmer. 
	He then left the soup to fish the cock and balls out of the cold red wine. Taking a skillet and coating it with butter he began to fry up the male fox parts. He took the glass of fox cum from the fridge and poured a little over the sizzling cock, just enough to cover the top of it. He then flipped it over so as not to let the underside burn.
	The aroma was absolutely delicious. It was just a shame that Kyle could no longer smell it. 
	When the cock was done, Ramon removed it and set it on a plate of lettuce, decorated with a slice of lemon. From another two pots he spooned out some mashed potatoes and some green beans to complete the meal before putting it on a rack to stay warm.
	The tongue was laid out on a piece of bread with lettuce and had the rest of the fox cum poured over it. A second slice of bread was laid on top and a frilled toothpick was pierced through the center of the sandwich. This was set on a plate with a spear pickle and an assortment of chips, before being placed beside the plate of cock and balls.
	Ramon now went back to what was left of Kyle and turned off the skull cooker. Picking up the cleaver once more he finally separated the fox's head from it's body, making it into a bowl to hold the soup. The torso would later be put in the freezer with the arms, to be made into hamburger meat or some other such thing.
	Ramon wiped the sweat from his brow as he herd the tingle of a bell. The first indication that customers were arriving for their evening meal. It was another job well done for Ramon. He could finally relax while the waiters tried to push the specials he had so lovingly prepared. He almost hoped that the Brain Soup wouldn’t sell that night. That way he would get to eat it himself, least it go bad.
	He sat down at the table and breathed a contented sigh. The next day the delivery men would bring another young fur to his restaurant, perhaps another fox, and he would need to come up with a new line of specials to keep his guests entertained.