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The Orville Farm
Chapter 11: The Stallions
The clinking of shackles echoed through the connecting tunnel as Fours, Dees, and Ex were led away from the main compound. The walls were glass halfway down from the ceiling, and they could see the barren desert beyond and the other facilities on the compound. Fours' heart pounded, each step feeling heavier than the last. He glanced back at the receding doorway that led to their home for the past twelve weeks, a lump forming in his throat.
"Keep moving, cattle," growled one of the steers, shoving Fours forward.
Dees leaned in, whispering, "Stay strong. At least we survived the harvest."
Fours nodded, but his heart was pumping, and his mind raced.
"Why us? Why did we survive when others didn't?"
The guilt gnawed at him, threatening to consume his thoughts.
They could see a larger building in front of them as they continued - the stallion facility. Its industrial facade loomed before them, a monument to clinical efficiency and dehumanization. The sun glinted off its metal surfaces, creating an almost blinding effect.
"Looks like a bloody fortress," Dees muttered.
Fours swallowed hard.
"How do you think this process works?"
"No idea," Dees replied, his eyes fixed on the imposing structure.
They approached the entrance, its cold, steel doors starkly contrasting with the scorching desert beyond. Fours was nervous, his pale skin prickling with goosebumps.
"I feel horrible," Fours whispered, his voice trembling. "I know we should feel lucky. But I don't. I should've fought harder, maybe then A1 and Ninety-Two..."
Dees cut him off, his voice low but firm.
"Don't think that way. You can't change what's happened. We're here now, and we need to stay focused."
"Stay calm, fellow stallions," Ex whispered from behind them in his usual soft tone. "Rejoice in our good fortune."
As the doors slid open with a hydraulic hiss, Fours steeled himself, drawing on a well of strength he didn't know he possessed. Whatever lay beyond those doors, he would face it. He had to, for those left behind. The sharp scent of antiseptic assaulted Fours' nostrils as they stepped into the facility lobby. A team of attendants in pristine surgical gear approached – their faces obscured by masks and goggles.
"Welcome, stallions," one of them announced, voice muffled and emotionless. "Proceed down the red-marked path.
The three captives looked down and saw three colored lines on the floor – red, green, and blue. There was a small space between them, and they ran parallel to one another straight ahead. The blue line curved to the right through steel doors as they continued. They proceeded farther until the green line also curved to the right. As they followed the final red line, it ended at a large double wooden door that hissed and opened as they approached. Beyond, they could hear the whir of machinery.
The area they walked into was a vast building that looked to be at least three stories in height. The ceiling had giant steel beams painted white, and the walls were made of cream-colored concrete. The floor was a cold gray concrete, and the space was packed with various machinery and metal structures. It wasn't easy to take it all in.
"Wow," Dees said in amazement as they came to a halt.
The stallions' heads were on swivels as the attendants guiding them bent down and removed the shackles on their ankles.
"Now, strip!" the steers commanded.
The three reached up and pulled on the thin straps of red fabric over their shoulders. They pulled down on the singlet, and as it slid down their legs, their massive scrotums, the size of melons now, popped free. The fabric that had contained them was soaked from their constant precum, and fluids flew into the air as the material fell.
Stepping out of his garment, Fours felt the coolness of the air around them, and he shivered.
"I sure hope it's a little warmer where we are going."
"Move along," an attendant ordered, directing them forward.
As they walked, Fours took in the layout. Rows of metal stalls lined both sides of the path they were taking, each one a self-contained unit of cold efficiency. The first few stalls were in the process of being cleaned and sterilized by the steers. In each, a metal chair was bolted to the floor, and several types of machinery surrounded it, both on the floor and suspended above. Each was well-lit, with a metal door at the entrance and a small, barred window near the top.
Turning a corner, they saw the same layout, but all the doors were closed. It was difficult to see inside from where they were in the middle of the hall, but they could see the heads of figures that were obviously sitting in the chairs. The hum of machinery could be heard beyond each door, and muffled grunts occasionally leaked out.
They came to a halt halfway down the path, and an attendant turned to Fours.
"This is your stall, Stallion," the steer said as he pointed to an open door. "You are assigned to #184. This will be your processing area for the lifetime of your stay here."
Fours turned to look at Dees and Ex, hoping to say something, but the attendant was firm.
"I said, move!"
Fours was pushed forward, and he walked through the doorway. An attendant inside closed it behind him as the two other stallions continued. As the door closed, the sound was muffled. The ceiling was still open to the facility around them, but the walls had been made of deadening material that cut the noise level by two-thirds.
"Take a seat," the steer said.
Fours glanced around as he turned and sat into the large metal chair with restraints built into it. The furniture was ergonomically made. It had a curved back with an attached padded head support. The base of the chair had imprints to accommodate a stallion's ass, but a huge area had been carved out where his asshole would sit. In the front, a large bowled and depressed area would allow the captive's scrotum to be supported. At the base, two stirrups, similar to what you would find on a physician's exam table, were set at a forty-five-degree angle, splayed open.
The attendant clamped the integrated metal bindings closed around the captive's lower arms and his now thick and muscled chest. The attendant pressed a button, and the chair moved back, startling Fours. His legs were then spread by the chair and lifted apart, exposing his enormous sack.
The attendant moved around between his spread legs and clamped bindings around Fours ankles and just above his knees. He then used a panel to move the chair up and spread and lift the captive's legs slightly more till his bloated scrotum was at the chest level of the attendant.
Fours was nervous and vulnerable. His legs shook. The attendant noticed this and looked at him.
"I am not going to do anything to harm you, stallion. I am just getting you into position."
Fours nodded.
"Sorry, this is just scary. My friends... they are getting harvested as we speak... and here I am... I..."
"I understand," the steer said with a calm voice.
"I will explain the process to you."
The attendant grabbed an Allen wrench and removed the bolt securing Fours' chastity cage. As it popped out, the inverted cage pushing his small cock inside him moved forward, and the two-inch catheter attached slid out of his pee hole. Fours groaned at the feeling. As it popped out, a stream of precum began flowing out of him and dripped over his balls and onto the platform attached to the seat that was cradling his sack.
The attendant placed the cage on a metal tray beside him, then reached up, gently pulled, and tugged on the base ring surrounding Fours' testicles. He eventually was able to free it, and it was placed on the tray with a loud bang.
Fours groaned again as he felt the attendant rubbing his sack with a small piece of gauze to clean it of the crusted coating of precum. The steer then reached up and grabbed a tool that was suspended in the ceiling. It was a long metal rod with a lever on the side attached to a plastic tube that coiled above.
"This device will spray you with a mixture of water and disinfectant to sterilize your groin," the attendant said. "It will be cold."
Fours nodded as the attendant pressed the lever and a fine mist was emitted. He shivered as he felt the cold fluids covering his cock and balls and then moved around his groin area. The attendant rubbed all around to clean as much of the precum and fluids away as possible before he released the lever and let the captive air dry. His legs shivered in response, and the attendant patted Fours' leg.
"I know it is chilly in here," he said. "But you have to air dry. It won't take long. They keep the humidity low in here."
While the droplets of disinfected evaporated, Fours watched as the attendant moved around to his arm and the metal band surrounding it. The box on the side, the same one used for his daily infusions of growth drugs, was opened, and the steer began to insert a tube connected to an intravenous bag of cloudy fluid.
"What is that?" Fours asked.
"This drug will counteract some of the medications you have been given during your processing," the attendant replied. "The testicle growth serum contains a compound that deadens your prostate gland to prevent orgasm. This effect is permanent in slaves, but with this drug treatment, we can reactivate your organ and allow you to orgasm."
"I see," Fours replied as the drug began to flow. "How long does it take?"
"Once I prep you, it will take about three hours for the drug to make your prostate work again," the steer replied as he moved back between Fours' legs. "You will feel a burning sensation in your bowels that can be quite uncomfortable. However, this is all part of the process. In the meantime, I will hook you up for milking so you are not precumming everywhere. It will also allow us to start the collection process as soon as possible."
Fours nervously watched as the attendant reached up and grabbed his small cock head, now barely poking outside of his abdomen. He rubbed a clear fluid around it and cleaned it with another piece of gauze.
"How will you milk me?" Fours asked. "I'm smaller than a baby's penis. I don't have a shaft anymore. I can't jerk off."
The attendant calmly responded as he continued to work.
"Correct. You no longer have erectile tissue. The drugs have atrophied this, and your body has absorbed it. However, stimulation of the shaft of a penis is not the only way to induce an orgasm."
Fours' eyes widened as he saw the attendant reach up and grab a metal probe hanging from the ceiling. The steer coated it in a thick liquid and then reached under the stallion's balls to find his asshole. Fours could feel the attendant's lubed finger push inside.
"Oh, fuck!" Fours gasped as he threw his head back, and his arms and legs strained against his restraints.
"Relax, stallion!" the steer commanded in a firm tone.
"Listen, man," Fours replied. "I've never had anything in my ass."
The steer looked Fours in the eye. His stare was cold.
"Relax!"
Fours nodded. It was a command, not a suggestion. He tried to hold his breath as his ass was probed by first one finger and then two.
"You have to breathe," the steer said, frustrated. "You are still resisting me!"
"Hell, yeah, I am resisting you!" Fours thought to himself as he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
There we go, the attendant said as he moved further in. Fours' was gasping at this point. He felt violated and exposed.
The attendant swiftly withdrew his finger, and Fours knew what was coming next. The steer grabbed the silver probe and lined it up, and began to insert it into the stallion's ass. Fours groaned as he felt it enter and go deep inside.
"Fuck!" Fours shouted as he tried to lift his ass and legs.
"Relax!" the steer shouted as he grabbed Fours' leg. "This has to go in till it rests on your prostate, and I need to be able to concentrate!"
Four closed his eyes and groaned as the probe was manipulated. He heard a series of sounds as the instrument identified and notified the steer when it was in the correct position. When a solid tone was emitted, the steer stopped.
"Now, this will feel uncomfortable for a moment, but you have to remain calm," the attendant said as he reached over and pressed a button while holding the probe in position.
"What do you... MEAN!"
Fours moaned loudly. The base of the probe was rubber, not metal. At activation, it began to swell inside larger and larger till it was locked in place by his anal sphincter. The captive felt like a baseball had been shoved inside him.
"Perfect!" the attendant said as he released the probe and removed his gloves to change them. "Just like a dog's knot. Locked in place."
"A dog's knot!" Fours gasped. "How long do I have to have this thing in me?"
The attendant looked back as he put on fresh gloves.
"Every morning, you will have the probe inserted, and you will be milked until you have had three orgasms. It will be removed, and you will be released to have lunch with your fellow stallions. You will also be provided with an exercise period afterward. Then you will return to this room, hooked up again, and will have an additional four orgasms at a minimum before you are released for your supper and sent to your cell for the evening."
Fours eyes were wide. He could not believe his ears.
"Seven orgasms a day?"
"At a minimum," the steer replied, moving between the stallion's spread legs again.
"And I am going to have this massive thing in my ass for hours at a time?"
The attendant chuckled.
"You will get used to it. In fact, I will have to increase the size of the knot at the base over time as you are stretched."
"Oh, wonderful," Fours groaned as his head fell back.
The attendant saw another puddle of precum collecting on Fours' abdomen as his cock reacted to the insertion of the probe. He smiled as he used the disinfecting fluid again to clean the area and wipe it down with gauze.
"You stallions are so leaky," the steer replied.
"Do you remember being that leaky?" Fours asked.
The attendant nodded as he turned and collected some equipment.
"My balls were about as large as yours before I was harvested. But I remember producing a lot more precum than you are now. Of course, even in the free world, I was always a big leaker. I had a boyfriend that loved that."
The steer was momentarily lost in thought before he looked back at Fours and collected himself.
"But I don't think about that now. It was years ago."
"My friends were harvested today," Fours said, his voice trailing off.
He looked at the attendant, who wrote some notes down and prepped another medical tray.
"Was the harvest painful?"
The attendant stopped and looked at Fours – an awkward silence that seemed to last forever. The steer closed his eyes and instinctively reached for his groin, where his empty and deflated scrotum sat just under his medical scrubs. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Fours wide-eyed.
"It was horrifying. I can still hear the screams. I can still remember MY screams."
Fours gulped.
"We were given something to numb our ability to sense anything, even pain. But we were awake for the entire process. From the slicing open of our huge sacks to the pulling out and display of our large testicles. Ugh..."
The attendant groaned.
"I remember the pulling sensation as they were removed from between my legs the most. I couldn't feel anything but the pressure and the tugging. It was as though I was being drawn and quartered in a medieval execution. I cried when they were cut away, and I was quickly sewed back up. It was over in a matter of minutes."
Fours' eyes were watering, and the attendant rubbed his eye before taking a breath and composing himself.
"Well, that was five years ago," the steer said. "I have adjusted to life now. And so will you."
"I'm sorry," Fours said.
He felt for the steer in a way he could not describe. He immediately thought of A1 and Ninety-Two. They probably were already harvested by now. He imagined the terror of the procedure, what they must have gone through, and their current mindset.
"It's in the past, stallion," the attendant said as he returned to work.
Fours watched as he reached up and grabbed a short, transparent plastic tube. It had an opening at the bottom with a rubber gasket. The top was domed with a smaller tube extending out and coiling into the ceiling. The attendant wiped Fours' cockhead one more time and then slid the short tube over the head of the stallion's penis. It was a tight fit, and when it was in place, he pressed a button and secured it firmly with suction.
"Ow!" Fours replied as his glans was grabbed by the tube.
"That will collect your precum for now and suck it away," the attendant replied. "When it is time for your milking, your cum will be sucked away as well."
Fours felt a shiver down his spine. It then moved into his body, and a tingling feeling in his ass spread out and forward towards the front of his body. Then a warm sensation began to make its presence known, near to where the probe was placed inside his ass.
"I think something is going on with that probe you shoved inside me," Fours said.
"Does it feel warm?" the attendant asked.
"Yeah," Fours said, trying to adjust his ass but unable to move.
"It's the drug," the attendant said as he stood and walked around. "It is starting to take effect. It will get worse over time. It may also burn. However, there is nothing we can do about that. I cannot give you any painkillers as that would interfere with the process."
Fours saw the attendant turn around with what looked like a bite guard for a football player.
"Open your mouth," the attendant said.
Fours complied, and the attendant put the device under his upper teeth.
"Now bite down," the attendant said, and Fours complied. "You won't damage that. Bite down on it hard if you feel pain or need to scream."
Fours' eyes widened, and he nodded nervously.
"This is going to hurt," the attendant said. "It will hurt a lot. But just remember. Your friends had it a lot worse."
Fours gulped.
"I will return in three hours to check on you," the attendant said as he left the room.
As the heavy door shut, the silence in the room was deafening. Fours looked down at his groin. The short tube was pulling on the head of his cock, poking out of his abdomen, and tiny amounts of precum were flowing up the tube and into the ceiling. His balls were resting on a small platform between his legs, and he could feel the large knot of the anal probe locked tightly inside him. Near his prostate, the warmth was growing and spreading. It was as if a heater had been directed at his internal organs, slowly turning on higher and higher.
Fours let his head fall back, and he bit down on the mouth guard in his mouth. As he closed his eyes, he quit thinking about what was happening to him. He could only imagine what his friends had gone through. Then the realization hit him that their fate, and that of his attendant, was his own. He had only delayed the inevitable by becoming a stallion. The clock had started, and in ten years or so, he would also be harvested. A tear fell down his face as the heat built inside him.
The door to Fours' room opened again after the allotted time, and the attendant reappeared. The stallion looked up at him and gasped. Sweat covered Fours' body, and he had been openly sobbing for the past hour. For the first hour or so, the heat had just been uncomfortable. In the second hour, it was like a hot poker was being thrust inside him. By the third hour, it was like a jagged knife, as hot as magma, burning his insides away. He had screamed. He had tried to thrash around and escape, but the restraints held him still. He had thought he would surely have bit through the mouth guard he clenched tightly on. But as that last hour had ended, the heat had dissipated. The attendant reached over and pulled the guard from Fours' mouth.
"How do you feel?" the steer asked.
"Fuck!" Fours replied as the attendant used a damp gauze to wipe the stallion's face and forehead. "I have never felt pain like that in my life!"
"What about now?" the attendant asked as he checked on the last portion of the drug entering the stallion's armport.
"It still feels warm, but not bad," Fours replied with a sigh. "Pleasant even."
"Good!" the attendant said as he unhooked the tube from the stallion's arm and then moved between his legs. "Then let's see if we can take care of your first milking."
Fours watched as the attendant wrote some things down on a clipboard and checked the gauges on an instrument panel installed in the chair under the stallion's ass. When he was satisfied, he looked at Fours and smiled. Reaching down, he rubbed the large sack containing Fours' huge testicles inside.
"You have a really nice set of balls." the attendant said. "You think this thing is ready to help you cum?"
Fours groaned.
"I am so fucking horny. I've been wanting to cum for twelve weeks. I am more than ready!"
The attendant chuckled.
"Well, before we get started, let me warn you. Your prostate has been inactive for almost three months. The drugs we have given you not only have increased the size of your testicles but the other organs associated with your reproductive cycle have been altered as well. From what the other stallions have told me, the sensations you will feel will be weird at first. When it is time for your orgasm, you may find it overwhelming. Several stallions have passed out during the process."
"Really?" Fours asked.
"Yes," the attendant replied. "And the amount of fluids you produce will be massive. It will be thick with sperm, mostly because of the size of your testicles, but your enlarged Cowper's gland and your now active prostate will combine to produce a lot of cum. This system can handle it all, but it may take some time to suck it all away... and it will continue to suck until I turn the machine off. Most stallions find the head of their penis overly sensitive after milking, and it becomes even more painful as the suction continues, but you will have to power through."
"I understand," Fours replied nervously.
"After your first milking, I will release you for your lunch and exercise break, but realize, in the future, you will be hooked up and expected to have multiple orgasms before you are released. The machine here can determine the volume and quality of the 'milk' you produce and will know when it is time for you to have a break."
The attendant smiled.
"Are you ready?"
Fours nodded.
"Let's get this started."
"That's the spirit, Stallion," the steer said as he lightly patted Fours' sack and flipped a switch. "I'll be back in a bit."
As the door closed behind the attendant, Fours gasped. The anal probe in his ass activated, and the tip, placed directly on his prostate, began to move around. The sensation sent a shockwave through the stallion's body, and Fours' eyes rolled back into his head.
"Oh fuck!"
Then, a tiny jolt of electricity shot through the probe. It made Fours' body jump, and he watched his testicles bounce in reaction. A wave of pleasure ran over his body, and goose pimples formed over his smooth skin.
"Holy hell!" Fours' exclaimed.
The pleasure only built up from there. Soon, his entire body was warm, and electric pulses flew through him like lightning. His precum production rapidly increased, and the tube was sucking it up and away as fast as it could. His balls were stirring, and he felt a tightness in his groin that, though pleasant, became uncomfortable. He wanted to rub his hands over his body and writhe around, but the restraints prevented any movement.
These feelings lasted for almost thirty minutes. The probe aptly slowed down and sped up his massaging of his prostate and delivered electricity at just the right time to slowly cause his body to go into overdrive. A sheen of sweat covered him, and he could smell his musk. It was potent and filled the room. His legs began to shake, and the warmth in his groin was becoming a fire.
When Fours thought he could take no more, the probe went into high gear. It thrusted back and forth inside his ass and delivered an intense but pleasant electrical stimulation to his sensitive organ. He could even feel the knot inside moving back and forth. Fours' eyes shot open, and he looked down at his small cock and large balls. His body convulsed. He could almost feel his testicles lifting themselves into the air. His internal muscles clamped down, and his orgasm began.
"FUCK!" Fours screamed.
His tiny cock erupted like a volcano. Thick cum shot into the tube and was quickly sucked away. The machine increased the pressure to handle the large volume produced. Fours felt like he was pissing. He threw his head back and screamed again.
"Holy hell!"
Another orgasmic wave hit his body - this one stronger than the first. He shook violently, and his vision became clouded. He almost passed out, but through sheer will, he forced himself to stay conscious.
A third wave hit him, and then a fourth and fifth. He had never felt pleasure such as that before. It was overwhelming. He began to cry from the overload of emotions.
Finally, the probe began to slow, and he felt his body calm. His balls ached, drained of at least some of their stored semen. He looked down to see the suction device still sucking cum out of him. He gasped and collapsed.
"Wow!" Fours replied. "I have no words for what just happened. Fuck!"
The device continued to suck. The head of his penis was becoming ultra-sensitive, just as the attendant warned. Before long, it became almost painful. Fours closed his eyes and cried out.
"Oh, shit!"
But the machine was relentless. The suction stayed on for five minutes at the highest setting, but as the fluid volume decreased, it also slowly reduced. When it was at the lowest level again, Fours finally could stop gritting his teeth, and he opened his eyes and sighed. At that moment, the attendant appeared.
"How was the milking, Stallion?" the steer asked.
"Fucking amazing!" Fours replied. "You were right! I nearly passed out!"
The attendant smiled and looked at the machine readout.
"You had a good extraction! Well into the top 10% of first milkings here."
"I can believe it!" Fours said with a sigh.
The attendant grabbed a towel and ran it over the stallion's body to dry him. He then ran it around and under Fours' giant ball sack. When he was done, the steer patted the massive organ and grinned.
"Well done, Stallion. Well done. I knew that huge sack would perform well."
Fours closed his eyes and relaxed as the attendant unhooked the suction device and deflated and removed the probe from the stallions ass. Fours gasped when it popped out. He felt empty without it.
With the flip of a switch, the chair lowered and tilted forward, and Fours' legs closed again. The attendant released the clamps and allowed the stallion to sit forward.
"Now, normally, we hook you up to an intravenous line to give you fluids and electrolytes so you can be milked again," the attendant said. "But as you are about to go to lunch, that is unnecessary. I will lead you to the dining area, but please use the handrails in the hallways. You will have trouble walking for a while. Milking takes a toll on the body."
Fours nodded as the attendant opened a drawer and pulled out a white garment. He unfolded it, and the stallion saw it was an assless singlet just like the one he was wearing when he arrived at the facility.
"I assume you know how this goes on," the attendant said.
Fours nodded as the attendant helped him step into the singlet and adjusted the stallion's large sack into the reinforced pouch in the front. As Fours slipped the straps over his shoulders, he bravely took a step and practiced his balance.
"My body is still feeling that orgasm," Fours said.
The attendant smiled.
"I have only one word of warning for you. Stallions are not put in chastity cages here, but you are only allowed to orgasm when you are being milked. There are cameras everywhere in the facility. If you are caught trying to pleasure yourself, you will be immediately sent to harvesting. There are no second chances. Is that understood?"
"Yes," Fours replied. "I understand. Now, can I ask you something?"
"Sure," the attendant replied.
"How do you cope with doing what you do?" Fours asked. "Your balls were harvested, and now you have to help stallions like me have enormous orgasms. Something you will never experience again."
The attendant was silent.
"Sorry," Fours said. "I should not have asked that. It was rude."
"No," the attendant said as he held Four's arm. "I take pleasure in that some of us can hold on to a few last vestiges of what makes us human – what makes us a male. You will be like me one day in the future. That destiny is set. Just do something for me."
"What's that?" Fours asked.
"Enjoy every orgasm," he replied. "Relish them even if your balls are sore and you think you cannot go anymore. You won't be able to experience them forever. Live in the moment, but cherish the memory."
Fours nodded.
"I will."
The attendant led Fours down several passageways till they came upon a large area with tables and chairs. Almost a hundred stallions were either sitting down and eating or in the process of getting their meals in a line at the back. They all were large, muscled men, like Fours, and possessed huge bulges in their singlets. Most of them had enormous wet spots from their constant precum leakage.
"Fours!" came a voice from the side of the room.
The stallion looked over to see Dees smiling at him and waving. Ex was sitting across from him, eating quietly. Fours waved back and quickly got in line to be served his meal. His plate contained a wonderfully smelling stew with a side of potatoes and a small salad. He was also given a large, sealed container labeled 'Energy Drink.' He took his tray to his friends and sat down gingerly, as his balls were still tender.
"Hey guys!" Fours announced.
Ex looked up, nodded, and continued eating, but Dees reached out, squeezed the stallion's hand, and smiled.
"So good to see you again," Dees replied. "How was your milking?"
"Fucking hell!" Fours responded, beaming. "I nearly passed out!"
"I did pass out!" Dees said with a laugh. "That was the most intense and pleasurable experience I have ever had in my life."
"It was sublime," Ex said in his stoic monotone voice.
"Well, that is high praise coming from our resident monk!" Dees replied, winking at Fours.
"But damn that medication they gave us to reactivate our prostates," Fours said. "It was brutal."
"I don't even want to think about it anymore," Dees said. "I want to focus on the pleasure from this point forward. I'll take this over the processing plant any day."
"It is agreeable," Ex replied, looking up at them. "Much better than the fate of the herd."
The mood immediately shifted, and the light faded from Dees' and Fours' faces.
"Well, I feel horrible now," Fours replied.
Dees squeezed his friend's arm again.
"Focus on the here and now. We can mourn them, but we have to live our life here."
"Yeah, I know," Fours replied as he opened his drink and sipped it.
The fluid was delicious, and he was shocked by the horrible food he had been served for so long. But, when he looked at Dees, he shook his head.
"My attendant told me what happens at harvest."
"Not now," Dees interrupted. "There will be time for reflection. But, for now. Let's focus on the positives. If we don't, our life will be miserable here. Agreed?"
"Agreed," Fours said with a nod, though he still felt a knot in his stomach.
Dees held up his drink.
"In memory of A1 and Ninety-Two. Our family separated from us."
"To A1 and Ninety-Two," Fours said with a smile.
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