After a few seconds, Kuroni was standing at the edge of the intake hopper, where there was a slight ledge. Andalun couldn't actually see her, but as well as the sensation of her standing on him, he also had short-range blindsight, a little tweak for which he was most grateful.<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  Well, c'mon!  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table>Kuroni exclaimed.<br/><br/>Andalun-mincer spun up his internal workings with a rising whine.<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  Atomic Batteries To Power, Turbines To Speed!  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table>He exclaimed, showing his age.<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  Huh?  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table>Kuroni's response was confused.<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  Never mind... Old joke, from back when I was a human, before I was born actually, but I caught re-runs...  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table>You got the feeling that if the mincing machine had a head equivalent, it would be shaking it, especially as the mental tone of Kuroni's mind his explanation wasn't helping.<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  Heads or tails?  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table>thought Kuroni.<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  Heads!  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table>Andalun responded, imagining a pair of curvy tanuki girl legs and tail waving out the top of the hopper, and Kuroni dived off the edge head first.<br/><br/>He sensed her digits hit the grinders first, drawn in and mashed as fast as they fell. He could also sense her body inside the hopper, diving straight down as if off a high diving board. Her paws and forearms came next, squished betwen the spiked rollers at the base of the hopper. Then came the upper arms and head, and for the first time her descent was slowed.<br/><br/>Her ears were drawn in, instantly shredded and pulled away from her head, but the skull itself resisted for a fraction of a second, slowing the grinders to a crawl before the relentless pressure on her upper arms drew it in, smashing it flat. Her legs and tail were still wriggling wildly, which they really shouldn't have been, since the central nervous system they were connected to had just lost it's controller, but feeling Kuroni's head crushed like that did worry Andalun.<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  Are you okay?  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table>He asked.<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  Whooo! That's one way to get rid of a headache!  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table>Kuroni's reply came back as her shoulders followed her head between the spiked rollers.<br/><br/>Her arms and head were already passing through the rotating blades that would mince them further, and dropping into the lower hopper where a continual screw would draw the minced meat down into the ejection chamber, piling it up behind the output nozzle. Andlaun could feel the flesh passing through him, building up, even as Kuroni's pillowy breasts were drawn in at the top and popped like squeezed grapes.<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  Keep going, this is awesome!  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table>Kuroni exclaimed.<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  No mixed feelings?  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table>Andalun commented, reassured.<br/><br/>The tanuki girl mentally groaned in response.<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  Just because I've rigged things so I can't feel physical pain, doesn't mean I'm protected from your dreadful puns.  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  Well otherwise they'd just go to waist!  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table>He replied, as her midriff went through his grinders. The first bits of mince were starting to emerge from the output nozzle, long thick strings of red and white tanuki flesh. There was no sign of the bone fragments or fur you'd expect to be mixed in, indicating someone was cheating outrageously.