Author's notes: This story was invented by the warped mind of Tumblepatch Disclaimer. Be that as it may I wrote it and most of the ideas are mine.
Warning: Seriously disturbing stuff! You read at your own risk so don't send me reviews of complaint!
If you manage to survive chapter 1, chapter 2 will follow shortly.
Good luck. WE DID WARN YOU!
Rum Tum Tugger entered his new boss' office. Macavity greeted him with unnatural friendliness before offering him a chair in front of his polished oak desk. As the Hidden Paw sat in his large leather armchair, he flicked through Tugger's application form.
"It says here that you have previously worked as a male escort." Macavity commented after a tense silence.
"Yeah." Tugger replied confidently.
"You have no qualifications, a long list of criminal offences for catnip and illegal prostitution as well as a history for mental illness." Macavity didn't sound impressed.
"Um… yeah." Tugger was now unsure whether he'd get the job.
"Right… you're perfect for the job. If you could just sign this confidentiality form then I'll show you the factory. You can start work today." Macavity pushed a piece of paper with tiny writing towards Tugger, who signed it willingly. This would be his first job in months and he could start right away.
"Right, let me just enter you into the database…" Macavity said as he turned to the computer on his desk.
After a minute or so of entering information, Macavity turned his attention back to Tugger. "When you report for work in the mornings enter your worker code into the database. It's No.24601."
"Right."
"Now let me give you a tour of the factory." Macavity said, rising from his seat and heading for the door. Tugger did the same.
Once outside the office, Tugger was led down a long hallway to a large wooden door at the end.
"This is where we pack 'Macavity's Fresh Homemade Salt' into jars." Macavity informed Tugger as they entered the room. The jarring room had a large conveyer belt running slowly thought it. Rows of tom's and queen's stood solemnly along it, putting labels and lids on the jars. Tugger, as he was being led towards another door, spotted a young red queen. She noticed his glance and flashed him a flirty smile, which he returned.
"We take particular pride in the excellence of our freshly made salt." Macavity said with a grin.
Tugger replied, "Oh right. So how is the salt made and where will I be working?"
"I'll show you." Macavity said with a particularly evil smile. "You will be working on the Production Line, which is through here."
"So, um, how's the salt produced then, is it like some weird thing with chemical reactions or…"
Tugger stopped short as Macavity opened another door, and was confronted with a slightly shocking scene. In a room so large it really did resemble the main area of a factory, were rows upon rows of tables. And, on each of these tables, were two toms… shagging! Tugger wouldn't have been so surprised if it was one or maybe two tables, but there seemed to be 100's of them, all lined up, about a metre or so away from each other. The maned-tom could've stood staring forever, but Macavity jerked his head in a 'follow-me' way, and Tugger obediently followed.
Macavity led Tugger along the creaking tables to an empty one towards the end.
"Wait here." Macavity instructed before marching away.