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<3 You snuff loving furs go watch him! I did my best to clean up the spelling, after all it was written hastily, but it's still very much enjoyable. I prefer to think of this as snuffie, since the victim doesn't feel much pain and goes to become a loving meal willingly. If Ariel resurrects or not is up to the reader to decide though.", "writing": "\tA Princess’s Feast\nThe Swan Ariel peered over the room as the latest Halloween snuff party began to start up properly. There was a staggering variety of guests of all races and sexes, and many would not be leaving once the night ended. She hoped perhaps she would be one of those who never leaved after this night. The pregnant teenager mostly peered over towards the kitchen, thinking of her own dark fantasies that had been promised to be fulfilled if the strange little demon hostess' promises were correct on any level.\nShe peeked over curiously as another avian creature looked her over, this one a harpy. A strange hybrid of human and avian features with bird legs and wings, but a human body. The fellow teenager’s black feathers contrasted with Ariel’s white, while her sharp teeth and dark eyes glittered in a grin as she asked, “Oh, did you need something from the kitchen?”\n“No thanks, um, miss...?”\n“Ceres, and your name?” the Harpy asked as she hopped over, peering around Ariel with cheerfully greedy intent. While both had similar robes, Ceres’ was more simple with no tiara or jewel decorations like Ariel’s royal gowns. Though the slender harpy’s robes were worn to best show off her lean build rather than cover herself as modestly as the swan.\n“Oh, you may call me Ariel. It is, um, nice to meet you...” Ariel watched the crow girl peer and explore her body, the harpy’s dark tail feathers twitched with obvious interest. Ariel’s beak smiled as she watched the crow harpy hop with each step, enjoying the gluttonous interest in the girl’s dark eyes.\n“And quite honored to meet you too... mm, well, I wonder if there’s something else you need from the kitchen aside from food?” The harpy was straight and to the point as her wings wrapped around Ariel’s belly in a gentle hug. And letting her feathers tickle up to cup cleavage and tease down to fondle between thighs.\n“Ah. Well... um...” Ariel blushed a furious pink as the harpy smiled so calmly, knowing the harpy had read her quite well. The crow licked her rosy lips and sharp teeth, the tease making the swan blush more. Ariel trembled a little in the surprising strength of those black wing’s hold, enjoying her new companion's embrace.\n“Oh, I bet you’d like more than just information on a day like this. Maybe I should demonstrate my cooking skills..” Ceres gave the swan a wink, leading her towards the large kitchen and the rooms beyond. Talons clicking rhythmically on tile as the two avians walked through to the currently quiet kitchen areas.\n“As you can see, there are quite large ovens and pans for those who want to prepare something rather large,” The harpy hummed and rubbed Ariel’s gravid belly, “But I suspect what you really want to see is where those large things are prepped to be meat.”\n“Prepped to be meat?”\n“Indeed, where one goes when they wish to become nothing but meat.”\nAriel blushed more as she was guided along by the certain wings of Ceres while they walked into a small room. The small tiles receding towards a drain in the center. Chains of various sizes hung from pulleys, to lift the cuts of meat for butchering. The room was well lit to ensure butchering is done cleanly and carefully, and so every detail could be seen for those spectating. Shelves along the walls held many knives of various sizes and shapes, from massive axe like cleavers to delicate razors of the finest steel. The steel glittered sharply in comparison to the tiles around the drains, darkened to a rusty color from the stains of many years of use. The swan crooned softly at the sight, knowing her life was soon to end as she wished. Her unborn child soon to follow within her dead womb as both trembled fearfully. \nThe two looked over the implements with cheerful anticipation, the party’s distracting conversations far away. Both taking their time to determine how best to spend a last night together.\n“Well, I don’t want it to be too painful,” the swan started, unconsciously cupping her gravid belly, “but I’d like to be served up for the dinner later, I do know they take requests for that.”\nCeres hummed a bit, eying the tools she had, her winglike hands picking up a sharp razor to examine, “Perhaps I should snuff you like a farm animal, hang you by your legs and let your blood pour out of your slit throat like one might butcher a bull.”\nAriel shifting her thighs, feeling a hot tingle of wetness between them as she thought of being snuffed. She’d always fantasized of just being claimed as prey, used and broken and cooked away to be nothing but a night’s meal. She rubbed her inner thighs with a finger to tease her wetness further on, “I, I suppose I could.. would it hurt?”\n“Oh, not for too long, one sharp pinch, and then it would only hurt for a few more minutes as your blood drained away. It would all be over soon.”\nAriel let her fingers slip higher, feeling the wetness of her arousal drip onto her downy thighs. Her legs quivered as she felt the kicks of the life within her belly, perhaps complaining of her fate soon to be. She peered up at the chain that would hold her to be butchered, “well, I don’t want it to be too short. I want to enjoy my last minutes.”\nCeres put the blade back to walk over to cup the gravid form of Ariel’s belly and hold her close, whispering, “Oh, I want you to enjoy every moment while you watch your lifeblood drain away with each beat of your glorious, dying heart.”\nAriel’s heart began to pulse and race while the crow pushed a hand firmly to her chest, to feel her fluttering hearbeat. A soft, curious kiss from the harpy pressed upon Ariel’s beak. Ariel returning a longer kiss, a final surrender from the swan to let the harpy do as she pleases to fulfill her fatal dreams.\nAriel felt the harpy’s kiss break reluctantly, the slender girl beginning to lower the chains that will hold her. The harpy gathering a set of soft pads for the ankle cuffs set with black leather padding to ensure they won’t pinch too harshly. The doomed swan watched with a furious blush, stroking her wet cloaca with gentle touches a a shudder of fearful eagerness raced thruogh her. \nThe chain rattled as it lowered, and the swan nestled her slender orange legs into the cuffs so she can be secured. She gave a quiet moan as the metal was clicked together, the thick pad squeezing firmly to bind her finally. The lock was set by the harpy’s deft winghands. The teen swan shook in anticipation of her final moments, watching with interest as her other cuff is placed and secured with loving care. The scent of both girls’ arousals quite blatant to each other.\n“Mmm, all we should really need are these leg cuffs, I don’t see you fighting much now.” The harpy hummed, helping Ariel lay back onto the cold tile. The swan’s gown was immodestly lifted from her fingering hands, but she didn't care if she exposed herself any more. She was going to be food, just a pile of meat to be prepped in a kitchen. \nAriel watched as the small harpy began to lift and pull the chains, surprised by the strength in the harpy’s lithe features. She gasped as her legs were lifted up by the cuffed chains. Slowly and surely the swan is lifted by the winch, squirming and fluttering helplessly the whole time. And finally her world is reversed, Ariel dangling by her legs as shi peered at the harpy before her, whose sharp teeth glittered in a smile.\nThe swan tried to relax, feeling her weight settle into the pads of soft leather around her ankles. Her gown had slid up to her breasts, exposing her wet cunny and round belly to the harpy’s gaze. Soft black feathers of Ceres's wing traced the sopping down of the swan’s cloaca, making Ariel gasp and twist in her chains softly. The chains gently clanking in time to the quiet moans from the two below.\nAriel could peer up the harpy’s gown while Ceres leaned over to begin to nibble and tease her delicate cloaca lips. Ariel gazed at the harpy's damp petals above her, capped with black down. The swan reaching up to grasp the harpy’s hips and support herself when she felt the warm flesh of lips kiss her cloaca with loving care. The harpy’s tongue burying into her intimate slit with playful affection.\nThe two settled into position, Ariel clutching to the harpy’s body to support herself as she heard the greedy slurps and suckling kisses, feeling the sharp pleasure of dancing tongue and nibbling fangs upon her delicate folds. Pleasure building in time with the steady pulse that throbbed in her head as she hanged by her legs. The swan helpless but to enjoy her ‘devouring’ before she has her life ended.\n“Aah, after, you eat me, I’m going to just be food, huh...” Ariel crooned, eyes closed, to think of her lifeblood pouring out with each powerful beat of her heart as she died. Her pulse was racing with pleasure as her body shook in enjoyment. The sharp nips and quick tongue of the Harpy was driving her wild, as the swan did her best effort to stroke the sopping damp petals of the harpy’s more human like folds with a webbed finger while she could.\nAriel felt her pleasure rising, opening her eyes to peer down at the drain, knowing it will eventually be the last sight she sees. The thoughts made her body quiver as pleasure boiled in her loins, “aah, I’m almost meat!” She crooned out, flushed in pleasure as sharp teeth pinched her vent with teasing bites. The dizziness of being suspended upside down added it’s own dreamy sensations to the heat in her lap and her fearful predicament. As all she could think about was how it would soon all be poured down the drain below her in a few moments.\nThe swan closed her eyes tight and gave herself up. Her legs jerked, rattling the chains while her musky pleasure bubbled up with spasms of pleasure. Unable to keep attending to her executioner as she cried out, nearly screaming her pleasure as she willingly gave herself for the harpy. The knowledge she was going to die drove the swan wild as she fluttered in bliss. Savoring every sensation as Ceres devoured her with rough licks, bites and kisses, feeling as if every drop of pleasure in her life would be drawn out of her shaking body.\nFinally the burning pleasure faded, leaving the swan sore and used with her baby kicking frantic in her belly. She relaxed fully, sagging in the chains to peer down at the drain while the harpy lifted her chains higher. Inch by inch she was lifted until their heads were at the same height. A sudden kiss from the harpy was breaking the swan’s melancholy bliss of her final afterglow. Tongues brushed with wet, musky heat, while her own sharply sweet nectar was pressed on her tongue, the last taste she will enjoy.\n“Are you ready, darling swan?, “ Ceres asked, stroking the swan’s cheek with loving care. \nAriel felt tears bead up, unable to fully fend off the instinctual urges to save herself. Pleasure and happiness mingled with the sadness of her death as she nods. Eyes closing serenely as she hears the sharp talons of the harpy click on tiles, realizing Ceres is getting the knife that will take her young life. Thrilled and frightened at this prospect, straining to wait patiently. \nThe swan tried to steady her trembles while a surprisingly strong wing lifted her head back. Baring her graceful neck for the blade’s final kiss. Soft, yielding lips pressed to her beak as she tensed in anticipation. Then sharp steel ran up the side of her throat, the hot pain burning as she felt hot, thick blood pour forth down her cheek with her frantic heartbeats. Her legs thrashed in instinctive struggles as the harpy held her kiss, firm and rough to steady the swan’s dying struggles.\nBeads of pleasure dribbled down Ariel’s lap as her heart pounded, each motion of her heart in her chest was marked in time by the spray of blood down running the side of her head. Helpless to hear it splash on tile and paint the harpy’s once pretty gown in red splashes. Her life was soon to end, no escape for her while her baby thrashed fearfully. The burning pain and trembles of pleasure rushed confusingly through her dizzy brain. She could see sparkles in her vision as her brain lost the blood it needed to live. Ariel concentrated on the sensations of hot blood, tears, and pleasure that dripped down her body. Savoring the warmth of lips on her beak, the strong wings holding her dying body as her heart pumped the last of her blood to the cold tiles and waiting drain. \nThe heat of her pleasured fantasies faded as her body grew cold and tired. The swan's vision sparkled and faded as Ariel felt her heart finally slowing its frantic pounding. Her body tingling as her life began to end. Though her babe still frantically fought while she let herself relax. The soothing rubs of wings down her back and sides letting her relax more. Her wings and arms sagging and dangling, her talons curlng as they relaxed. Unwilling to open her eyes as she felt salty tears trickle free down her cheeks. Her life was at it’s end in a loving hold, Just as she wished. just a few more moments to go as she feels her heart beat, helplessly slow.\nThe swan’s death was less than graceful as her consciousness faded. Her body spasmed as the crow gave a final kiss, the harpy stepping back to watch the final heartbeats spill the swan's lifeblood to the floor. Ariel's body jerked roughly once more, and her wet, pleasured cloaca began to empty her bowels down her hips. Muscles cramping as they give in to death. The young girl’s final throes shaking the chains and making them rattle mournfully as the swan expired.\nAnd finally she is still, one final flutter twitching in her gravid womb. The swan’s once graceful form is now streaked with her own soil and blood, her once elegant gown now ruined. But meat will have no use for pretty gowns or jewelry as the harpy dragged the dead swan down from the chains towards the butcher block.\nThe swan was surprisingly heavy, but not too much for the harpy girl, pulling that soiled gown and tiara free to set aside. The harpy took her time to gather up one of large cleavers from the nearby rack. Enjoying the private moment with her once friend, and the pleasure of satisfying work ahead of her. She returns, cleaving the dead swan’s head free with a solid *THUMP!* The loud sound announcing to the party that dinner is being prepared. As she sets Ariel's head aside, the harpy ponders if she should get a taxidermist to preserve it for the trophy room this year.\nBut the real work of the night has just begun. First she has to wash out all that errant blood and muck from the snowy white plumage of the corpse before her. Carefully using a hose to clean the stained feathers and trying to not damage any more of Ariel's snowy white plumage. Ceres then began to pluck and collect all of Ariel’s angelic white feathers. The harpy pondering getting a down pillow made, watching as the collection of feathers quickly grew. While revealing the bumpy pink flesh of the swan, perfectly pink with no other coloration to mar the smooth flesh.\nThe work was tiring but rewarding as the once perfect princess is stripped nude of her feathers slowly but surely, from her lovely breasts and heavy belly to the delicate down from around her cloaca. The harpy taking a break while she got the tools she’ll need for the messier part of her preparations. Though glad the slowest and hardest part of her meal preparation was over.\nCeres grunting as she worked the pink lump of meat that was once a princess onto her side, beginning to gut the gravid swan. A careful drag of the sharp knife ran up the swan's heavy belly, spilling forth Ariel’s full womb and still warm guts to the table. The harpy pulling intestines and organs free in a gory but not too bloody mess, most of Ariel’s royal blood has already been washed down the drain. The swan’s organs were removed one by one to set aside for someone else to make stuffing with, or perhaps a gravy to go with her meal. Ceres planned to just work on her roast this night.\nCleaning the pink flesh once more, Ceres is certain to make sure the poor baby is returned to a gravid belly. Then it’s time to lug the cleaned and prepped swan meal to the kitchen. Several kitchen assistants approve of the harpy’s choice of meat and hurry to get a pan large enough for her use. The three assistants work to lower the pink, nude, headess form to lounge in the dark pan while oil is rubbed over Ariel's bumpy flesh. \nHer gravid belly is stuffed with carrots and celery and spices, making it bulge even more lewdly. One large carrot is buried into that well used cloaca for show. Ariel’s skin was slathered with oil and dusted with savory herbs, as her wings, arms and legs got trussed as much for show as for cooking. And finally, she gets placed into the oven, the door closed solidly behind her. The swan’s transformation from guest to meal is soon to be completed as she roasts.\nIt will take most of the night for the swan princess to cook. But for those who remain in the party are well fed, at least those who haven’t spoiled their appetite by eating another fur already. The princess’s skin was glistening brown and cracked, oozing her juicy fat into the pan to sizzle. The sweet scents of her cooking had teased the common room the entire time she cooked. Although several other furs had been cooked through the night, all agreed she was the best dish of the party.\nAnd in the end, her bones will be tossed to the scrap pile for the dogs to chew on. The only remains of the princess will be her smiling head in the trophy room along with her stained tiara and gown in her display. Well, that and the few pounds that were added to those who feasted on her delicious body.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tA Princess’s Feast
The Swan Ariel peered over the room as the latest Halloween snuff party began to start up properly.  There was a staggering variety of guests of all races and sexes, and many would not be leaving once the night ended.  She hoped perhaps she would be one of those who never leaved after this night.  The pregnant teenager mostly peered over towards the kitchen, thinking of her own dark fantasies that had been promised to be fulfilled if the strange little demon hostess' promises were correct on any level.
She peeked over curiously as another avian creature looked her over, this one a harpy.  A strange hybrid of human and avian features with bird legs and wings, but a human body. The fellow teenager’s black feathers contrasted with Ariel’s white, while her sharp teeth and dark eyes glittered in a grin as she asked, “Oh, did you need something from the kitchen?”
“No thanks, um, miss...?”
“Ceres, and your name?” the Harpy asked as she hopped over, peering around Ariel with cheerfully greedy intent.  While both had similar robes, Ceres’ was more simple with no tiara or jewel decorations like Ariel’s royal gowns.  Though the slender harpy’s robes were worn to best show off her lean build rather than cover herself as modestly as the swan.
“Oh, you may call me Ariel.  It is, um, nice to meet you...” Ariel watched the crow girl peer and explore her body, the harpy’s dark tail feathers twitched with obvious interest.  Ariel’s beak smiled as she watched the crow harpy hop with each step, enjoying the gluttonous interest in the girl’s dark eyes.
“And quite honored to meet you too... mm, well, I wonder if there’s something else you need from the kitchen aside from food?”  The harpy was straight and to the point as her wings wrapped around Ariel’s belly in a gentle hug.  And letting her feathers tickle up to cup cleavage and tease down to fondle between thighs.
“Ah.  Well... um...” Ariel blushed a furious pink as the harpy smiled so calmly, knowing the harpy had read her quite well.  The crow licked her rosy lips and sharp teeth, the tease making the swan blush more.  Ariel trembled a little in the surprising strength of those black wing’s hold, enjoying her new companion's embrace.
“Oh, I bet you’d like more than just information on a day like this.  Maybe I should demonstrate my cooking skills..” Ceres gave the swan a wink, leading her towards the large kitchen and the rooms beyond.  Talons clicking rhythmically on tile as the two avians walked through to the currently quiet kitchen areas.
“As you can see, there are quite large ovens and pans for those who want to prepare something rather large,” The harpy hummed and rubbed Ariel’s gravid belly, “But I suspect what you really want to see is where those large things are prepped to be meat.”
“Prepped to be meat?”
“Indeed, where one goes when they wish to become nothing but meat.”
Ariel blushed more as she was guided along by the certain wings of Ceres while they walked into a small room.  The small tiles receding towards a drain in the center.  Chains of various sizes hung from pulleys, to lift the cuts of meat for butchering.  The room was well lit to ensure butchering is done cleanly and carefully, and so every detail could be seen for those spectating.  Shelves along the walls held many knives of various sizes and shapes, from massive axe like cleavers to delicate razors of the finest steel.  The steel glittered sharply in comparison to the tiles around the drains, darkened to a rusty color from the stains of many years of use.  The swan crooned softly at the sight, knowing her life was soon to end as she wished.  Her unborn child soon to follow within her dead womb as both trembled fearfully.  
The two looked over the implements with cheerful anticipation, the party’s distracting conversations far away.  Both taking their time to determine how best to spend a last night together.
“Well, I don’t want it to be too painful,” the swan started, unconsciously cupping her gravid belly, “but I’d like to be served up for the dinner later, I do know they take requests for that.”
Ceres hummed a bit, eying the tools she had, her winglike hands picking up a sharp razor to examine, “Perhaps I should snuff you like a farm animal, hang you by your legs and let your blood pour out of your slit throat like one might butcher a bull.”
Ariel shifting her thighs, feeling a hot tingle of wetness between them as she thought of being snuffed.  She’d always fantasized of just being claimed as prey, used and broken and cooked away to be nothing but a night’s meal. She rubbed her inner thighs with a finger to tease her wetness further on,  “I, I suppose I could.. would it hurt?”
“Oh, not for too long, one sharp pinch, and then it would only hurt for a few more minutes as your blood drained away.  It would all be over soon.”
Ariel let her fingers slip higher, feeling the wetness of her arousal drip onto her downy thighs.  Her legs quivered as she felt the kicks of the life within her belly, perhaps complaining of her fate soon to be.  She peered up at the chain that would hold her to be butchered, “well, I don’t want it to be too short.  I want to enjoy my last minutes.”
Ceres put the blade back to walk over to cup the gravid form of Ariel’s belly and hold her close, whispering, “Oh, I want you to enjoy every moment while you watch your lifeblood drain away with each beat of your glorious, dying heart.”
Ariel’s heart began to pulse and race while the crow pushed a hand firmly to her chest, to feel her fluttering hearbeat.  A soft, curious kiss from the harpy pressed upon Ariel’s beak. Ariel returning a longer kiss, a final surrender from the swan to let the harpy do as she pleases to fulfill her fatal  dreams.
Ariel felt the harpy’s kiss break reluctantly, the slender girl beginning to lower the chains that will hold her. The harpy gathering a set of soft pads for the ankle cuffs set with black leather padding to ensure they won’t pinch too harshly.  The doomed swan watched with a furious blush, stroking her wet cloaca with gentle touches a a shudder of fearful eagerness raced thruogh her.
The chain rattled as it lowered, and the swan nestled her slender orange legs into the cuffs so she can be secured.  She gave a quiet moan as the metal was clicked together, the thick pad squeezing firmly to bind her  finally.  The lock was set by the harpy’s deft winghands.  The teen swan shook in anticipation of her final moments, watching with interest as her other cuff is placed and secured with loving care.  The scent of both girls’ arousals quite blatant to each other.
“Mmm, all we should really need are these leg cuffs, I don’t see you fighting much now.”  The harpy hummed, helping Ariel lay back onto the cold tile.  The swan’s gown was immodestly lifted from her fingering hands, but she didn't care if she exposed herself any more.  She was going to be food, just a pile of meat to be prepped in a kitchen.  
Ariel watched as the small harpy began to lift and pull the chains, surprised by the strength in the  harpy’s lithe features.  She gasped as her legs were lifted up by the cuffed chains.  Slowly and surely the swan is lifted by the winch, squirming and fluttering helplessly the whole time.  And finally her world is reversed, Ariel dangling by her legs as shi peered at the harpy before her, whose sharp teeth glittered in a smile.
The swan tried to relax, feeling her weight settle into the pads of soft leather around her ankles.    Her gown had slid up to her breasts, exposing her wet cunny and round belly to the harpy’s gaze.  Soft black feathers of Ceres's wing traced the sopping down of the swan’s cloaca, making Ariel gasp and twist in her chains softly. The chains gently clanking in time to the quiet moans from the two below.
Ariel could peer up the harpy’s gown while Ceres leaned over to begin to nibble and tease her delicate cloaca lips.  Ariel gazed at the harpy's damp petals above her, capped with black down.  The swan reaching up to grasp the harpy’s hips and support herself when she felt the warm flesh of lips kiss her cloaca with loving care. The harpy’s tongue burying into her intimate slit with playful affection.
The two settled into position, Ariel clutching to the harpy’s body to support herself as she heard the greedy slurps and suckling kisses, feeling the sharp pleasure of dancing tongue and nibbling fangs upon her delicate folds.  Pleasure building in time with the steady pulse that throbbed in her head as she hanged by her legs.  The swan helpless but to enjoy her ‘devouring’ before she has her life ended.
“Aah, after, you eat me, I’m going to just be food, huh...” Ariel crooned, eyes closed, to think of her lifeblood pouring out with each powerful beat of her heart as she died.  Her pulse was racing with pleasure as her body shook in enjoyment.  The sharp nips and quick tongue of the Harpy was driving her wild, as the swan did her best effort to stroke the sopping damp petals of the harpy’s more human like folds with a webbed finger while she could.
Ariel felt her pleasure rising, opening her eyes to peer down at the drain, knowing it will eventually be the last sight she sees.  The thoughts made her body quiver as pleasure boiled in her loins, “aah, I’m almost meat!” She crooned out, flushed in pleasure as sharp teeth pinched her vent with teasing bites.  The dizziness of being suspended upside down added it’s own dreamy sensations to the heat in her lap and her fearful predicament.  As all she could think about was how it would soon all be poured down the drain below her in a few moments.
The swan closed her eyes tight and gave herself up.  Her legs jerked, rattling the chains while her musky pleasure bubbled up with spasms of pleasure.  Unable to keep attending to her executioner as she cried out, nearly screaming her pleasure as she willingly gave herself for the harpy.  The knowledge she was going to die drove the swan wild as she fluttered in bliss.  Savoring every sensation as Ceres devoured her with rough licks, bites and kisses, feeling as if every drop of pleasure in her life would be drawn out of her shaking body.
Finally the burning pleasure faded, leaving the swan sore and used with her baby kicking frantic in her belly.  She relaxed fully, sagging in the chains to peer down at the drain while the harpy lifted her chains higher.  Inch by inch she was lifted until their heads were at the same height.  A sudden kiss from the harpy was breaking the swan’s melancholy bliss of her final afterglow.  Tongues brushed with wet, musky heat, while her own sharply sweet nectar was pressed on her tongue, the last taste she will enjoy.
“Are you ready, darling swan?, “ Ceres asked, stroking the swan’s cheek with loving care.  
Ariel felt tears bead up, unable to fully fend off the instinctual urges to save herself.  Pleasure and happiness mingled with the sadness of her death as she nods.  Eyes closing serenely as she hears the sharp talons of the harpy click on tiles, realizing Ceres is getting the knife that will take her young life.  Thrilled and frightened at this prospect, straining to wait patiently.  
The swan tried to steady her trembles while a surprisingly strong wing lifted her head back.  Baring her graceful neck for the blade’s final kiss.  Soft, yielding lips pressed to her beak as she tensed in anticipation.  Then sharp steel ran up the side of her throat, the hot pain burning as she felt hot, thick blood pour forth down her cheek with her frantic heartbeats.  Her legs thrashed in instinctive struggles as the harpy held her kiss, firm and rough to steady the swan’s dying struggles.
Beads of pleasure  dribbled down Ariel’s lap as her heart pounded, each motion of her heart in her chest was marked in time by the spray of blood down running the side of her head.  Helpless to hear it splash on tile and paint the harpy’s once pretty gown in red splashes.  Her life was soon to end, no escape for her while her baby thrashed fearfully.  The burning pain and trembles of pleasure rushed confusingly through her dizzy brain.  She could see sparkles  in her vision as her brain lost the blood it needed to live.  Ariel concentrated on the sensations of hot blood, tears, and pleasure that dripped down her body.  Savoring the warmth of lips on her beak, the strong wings holding her dying body as her heart pumped the last of her blood to the cold tiles and waiting drain.
The heat of her pleasured fantasies faded as her body grew cold and tired.  The swan's vision sparkled and faded as Ariel felt her heart finally slowing its frantic pounding.  Her body tingling as her life began to end.  Though her babe still frantically fought while she let herself relax.  The soothing rubs of wings down her back and sides letting her relax more.  Her wings and arms sagging and dangling, her talons curlng as they relaxed.  Unwilling to open her eyes as she felt salty tears trickle free down her cheeks.  Her life was at it’s end in a loving hold, Just as she wished.  just a few more moments to go as she feels her heart beat, helplessly slow.
The swan’s death was less than graceful as her consciousness faded.  Her body spasmed as the crow gave a final kiss, the harpy stepping back to watch the final heartbeats spill the swan's lifeblood to the floor.  Ariel's body jerked roughly once more, and her wet, pleasured cloaca began to empty her bowels down her hips.  Muscles cramping as they give in to death.  The young girl’s final throes shaking the chains and making them rattle mournfully as the swan expired.
And finally she is still, one final flutter twitching in her gravid womb.  The swan’s once graceful form is now streaked with her own soil and blood, her once elegant gown now ruined.  But meat will have no use for pretty gowns or jewelry as the harpy dragged the dead swan down from the chains towards the butcher block.
The swan was surprisingly heavy, but not too much for the harpy girl, pulling that soiled gown and tiara free to set aside.  The harpy took her time to gather up one of large cleavers from the nearby rack.  Enjoying the private moment with her once friend, and the pleasure of satisfying work ahead of her.  She returns, cleaving the dead swan’s head free with a solid *THUMP!*  The loud sound announcing to the party that dinner is being prepared.  As she sets Ariel's head aside, the harpy ponders if she should get a taxidermist to preserve it for the trophy room this year.
But the real work of the night has just begun.  First she has to wash out all that errant blood and muck from the snowy white plumage of the corpse before her.  Carefully using a hose to clean the stained feathers and trying to not damage any more of Ariel's snowy white plumage.   Ceres then began to pluck and collect all of Ariel’s angelic white feathers.  The harpy pondering getting a down pillow made, watching as the collection of feathers quickly grew.  While revealing the bumpy pink flesh of the swan, perfectly pink with no other coloration to mar the smooth flesh.
The work was tiring but rewarding as the once perfect princess is stripped nude of her feathers slowly but surely, from her lovely breasts and heavy belly to the delicate down from around her cloaca.  The harpy taking a break while she got the tools she’ll need for the messier part of her preparations.  Though glad the slowest and hardest part of her meal preparation was over.
Ceres grunting as she worked the pink lump of meat that was once a princess onto her side, beginning to gut the gravid swan.  A careful drag of the sharp knife ran up the swan's heavy belly, spilling forth Ariel’s full womb and still warm guts to the table.  The harpy pulling intestines and organs free in a gory but not too bloody mess, most of Ariel’s royal blood has already been washed down the drain.  The swan’s organs were removed one by one to set aside for someone else to make stuffing with, or perhaps a gravy to go with her meal.  Ceres planned to just work on her roast this night.
Cleaning the pink flesh once more, Ceres is certain to make sure the poor baby is returned to a gravid belly.  Then it’s time to lug the cleaned and prepped swan meal to the kitchen.  Several kitchen assistants approve of the harpy’s choice of meat and hurry to get a pan large enough for her use.  The three assistants work to lower the pink, nude, headess form to lounge in the dark pan while oil is rubbed over Ariel's bumpy flesh.  
Her gravid belly is stuffed with carrots and celery and spices, making it bulge even more lewdly.  One large carrot is buried into that well used cloaca for show.  Ariel’s skin was slathered with oil and dusted with savory herbs, as her wings, arms and legs got trussed as much for show as for cooking.  And finally, she gets placed into the oven, the door closed solidly behind her.  The swan’s transformation from guest to meal is soon to be completed as she roasts.
It will take most of the night for the swan princess to cook.  But for those who remain in the party are well fed, at least those who haven’t spoiled their appetite by eating another fur already.  The princess’s skin was glistening brown and cracked, oozing her juicy fat into the pan to sizzle.  The sweet scents of her cooking had teased the common room the entire time she cooked.  Although several other furs had been cooked through the night, all agreed she was the best dish of the party.
And in the end, her bones will be tossed to the scrap pile for the dogs to chew on.  The only remains of the princess will be her smiling head in the trophy room along with her stained tiara and gown in her display.  Well, that and the few pounds that were added to those who feasted on her delicious body.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "A Princess' Last Feast (By TheLastGasp)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "2", "name": "Nudity", "description": "Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "3", "name": "Violence", "description": "Mild violence", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "4", "views": "2276" }