"Kazooie?" Banjo asked. His voice muffled from being head first inside the freezer. "where is the turkey?". "It should be in there" kazooie replayed in a dismissive tone while cutting up small brown mushrooms with a large knife.
It was the evening before thanksgiving and banjo and kazooie where both preparing for the feast for their parents who would be arriving in the morning.
"Its not in here" Banjo called back to her.
No answer.
Banjo should the freezer and turned towards the large female bird. "Not again" he says, his voice filled with frustration. "what do you mean again?" Kazooie asked, not taking her eyes off of the mushrooms she was carefully chopping, the pile of witch was far to large for her and her parents to eat alone.
"EVERY YEAR!" Banjo shouts, finally gaining kazooie's attention she stops chopping. "Every year you find a new way to ruin thanksgiving" He snarls. "Last year you just so happened to burn the roast and the year before that you brought one that was out of date on the day" He walks over to the table where she is preparing the mushrooms. His intimidating size casts a shadow over the bird. "Now you just straight up didn't even other buying a turkey?!" he barked. "Those were mistake anyone would make" kazooie trys to explain while the bear rolls his eyes. "Maybe I forgot it, maybe I got to put in on the shopping list. Its a honest mistake" she lied.
The bear stares into her eyes and dismissively grunts grunts. He turns and heads towards the front door.
"Where are you going" Kazooie shouts. "I am going to go get a turkey, what do you think?" the bear snapped back at her. "Banjo, its too late. the shops are going to be shut." kazooie says. "We can do what we did last year and share my mushroom risotto".
Banjo just stood there, he body filled with rage. "Just because your parents font eat meat, you don't need to sabotage mine's meal".
"It is a bit incentive to be eating turkey in front of other birds" kazooie says as she picks up the knife and goes back to chopping up the mushrooms. "SO YOU ADMIT TRYING TO RUIN MY MEAL!" the bear yells. "Of cause not" kazooie once again adopts her dismissive tone "It was a mistake and I would hardly call the meal ruined, we still have my risotto".
The bear's mind clouds with anger, he cant let another thanksgiving be ruined by HER. He trys to come up with a way to get a turkey this late in the evening and then it came to him. His mind cleared and he knew what he had to do.

He took the knife out of kazooie's fingers/feathers (feagers?). "Banjo! If I don't finish these then no one will hav-HACK" Kazooie was cut off by the bear's large hand around her throat. He lifted her off the ground leaving her dangling feet to kick helplessly. "you made me do this" he says through gritted teeth. "I just want a nice meal for my parents and you ruined it".  "P-P-PPLEAse..." Kazooie begged. Her face slowly turning blue. "No!" Banjo spits "I am going to give my mom and dad a great meal, even if it means roasting you" He tightened his grip on the bird.
But then he noticed something. A sweet smell that made his nose tingle. A smell he was very accustomed to. "Are you aroused Kazooie?" He slips a hand between her kinking legs and to his surprise finds her dripping wet. Banjo knew for all the talk that Kazooie did, she was a submissive in bed. Bondage and rough sex were their nightly routine, but this was something totally different. He was going to kill her, cook her and feed her to his parents...and she is getting off to this?
"You are one sick fuck" he grins as he slips a finger inside her wet nether region. He body began to shudder with pleasure.
Banjo loosens his grip on the gasping bird "There is no need to do this to quickly" he thinks to himself.
He withdraws his fingers from kazooie and fumbles with his belt buckle. His rapidly stiffing cock need to be freed from its fabric prison. His shorts hit the floor revealing his throbbing member, he uses kazooie's juices that were still on his fingers as lube and rubbed up and down his shaft all the while staring in to the chocking bird's eyes. To his surprise, she started rubbing her dangling feet up against his shaft. was she giving him a claw-job...no, she was trying to pull herself closer to his cock. She wanted Banjo to fuck her as he slowly choked her. 
"No, no, no. Bad birdies don't get release" he said with a wicked grin. Her face was filled with lust and pain. She was inchies away from Banjo's massive cock, she needed it inside her. Her world began to haze over and all she could think about was that cock. The bitter pre cum dripping cum the tip, what she would give to taste it. Maybe if he let her suck him off he wouldnt kill her. It usually worked when ever he got angry. She didn't want to die, not like this. She needed him inside her and maybe he would change his mind after he blow his load in her dripping hole. "Oh god, not like this" she thought to herself, her mind slowly shutting down "Not without release, please"
He pumped and pumped his member harder and harder. He knew what she wanted but he want going to give it to her. He wouldt give her the sanctification of cumming. Her kicking became weaker as she began to shut down. 
the only thing he cared about was his one bliss, the feel of his paws stroking his fat cock, the pre cum dripping on the floor, the tightening of his large furry balls. He was so engrossed in his own pleasure that he didn't even notice that his friend and lover has finally stopped moving. All he cared about was what was coming next. His heavy balls throbbed and pure bliss clouded his vision. He throw his head back as what must have been s pint of hot sticky cum blasted the bird he was still holding by the neck. Thick ropes hit her body with force that it made he boy rock. Every part of of her was covered in a thick layers of sticky white jizz.
Banjo fell to the floor in post orgasmic bliss, dropping kazooie's cum stained body with a sickening thud. "Oh god" he pants "that was fantastic". He glances over at kazooie who was laying a puddle of his own making. "At least I wont need to baste you before your trip to the oven" he laughs to himself. There he sat, resting after the best orgasm of his life. Nothing but the sounds of birds outside, the faint rustling of leafs being tossed about in the wind...and the wheezing breaths coming from Kazooie. "WHAT?" he shouts to himself. He gets up from the kitchen floor picks up the limp Kazooie from her puddle. Bringing her chest up to his ear confirming that he was indeed very much alive. It seemed that he had just chocked her out and she was unconscious. "No" he says to the limp bird "You were supposed to just die, I cant just cook you now". he begin panic, if she woke up and managed to get away before he was finished preparing her for the oven, the day would be ruined and all of this would be for nothing. He needed a more a permanent solution  and that's what he when he  saw it. The knife Kazooie was using. He Carried Kazooie and the knife over to the sink. He rested her body against his, the semen that covered her was now rubbing off on his own belly fur. He held out he long neck over the drain with his left and in his right was the knife,
This was it. There was no going back from what he was about to do. If he stopped now she may forgive him, things would go back to normal. But he didnt want things to go back to normal, he wanted this. he wanted her.

The knife pass over Kazooie's neck with no resistant. The crimson fluid began to drain from the bird. With each heart beat a jet of the thick dark liquid splashed into the sink. She gagged as the blade not only cut her hearties, but her air pipe too. She wasn't in pain. She didn't even know this was happening. Her last thoughts was of banjo's cock. He made a another cut, this time deeper. The gagging stopped but more blood flowed out of her. 
After all of this he only felt bad about not giving her any pleasure in her final moments of curiousness. His cock begin to engorge with blood while watching his friend loose all of hers. It throbbed and rubbed up against the backside of the bird he held against the sink. The bear made another cut, this time hitting bone. Maybe he would make it up to her, Maybe he should give her what she wanted.
The only thing that could be heard from the room was the sound of liquid filling the metal sink. He member was stiff and needy, he could feel it rub up against the slick cum covered feathers. He shifted his body to find what he was looking for. His cock touched her leg, slowly he moved his member up the insider of her legs until he found it. He grunted has be pushed his way inside his friend...No, she was food now. He pushed his way inside the meat with little resistance. It was still wet, wither it was from her or his cum that slipped in, it didn't matter All that mattered was the feeling. He had been inside her countless times, but this time different. She was cold, it was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was blissful.
He Started to thrust into his future meal, The sloppy "pap pap pap" as his heavy balls hit the cum covered meal's butt. He drew the knife back and forth into it's neck like a mad violinist until Banjo managed to get though the bone and sever the meat's spine. 
The newly severed Head fell into the puddle of it's own blood, glassy eyes staring back at him. Knowing that his job was done and she wa...IT wasn't coming back from this, he contrasted on the other job at hand, making sure that it was properly basted on the inside. He dropped the knife and let what left of it's neck. Placings both paws on the meat's body, he started fucking harder that he has ever fucked before. Through gritted teeth he growls like a wild animal, egged on by the pops and cracking noises of the thin bird bones getting broken by his girth coming from the meat. 
He was destroying the meat from the inside, every thrust tendering it, thus bringing out more flavor. "Heh I never like pulling -Grunt- the wishbone anyway" he says to himself after a rather loud crack from deep within the meat's breast. But bliss like this can's last forever and with that Banjo lets out a deafening roar and fills up the battered corpse with thick cum. He could hear his seed filling and sloshing around in the meat's now much more roomy body. His cum leaks out of the meat's cunt and drips down the bear's legs, a large puddle on the floor begins to more next to the fist puddle of cum.
 After a good minuet of cumming, his seed final subsides and he pulls out. SPLAT, his jizz pours out like a waterfall as his now limp dick withdraws from the hole. He grabs the headless bird by the legs and lifts it upside down to keep as much of the cum in as possible and lays it down on the draining board next to the sink.

Bonjo leans up against the sink to compose himself. The room smell like copper, sweat and cum. After a while he notices the head of his old friend in the sink and for a moment feels a pang of loss and guilt, but it didn't last long. He didnt have time to get all watery eyed, after all he had a meal to prepare.

He takes his eyes off his friend and looks over to the cum covered and fill meat next to him. "Now how the hell to a pluck a turkey?" he mused.