Lucky would groan as the rain poured down over him, his black feathers’ protective coating having been stripped away by the weather. The thick mud threatened to suck him underneath with each step and his flesh was chilled to the bone as he trudged towards the lights of the nearby village. He was exhausted far beyond what he had been used to courtesy of a massive brawl not a few hours before. He and his companions had not been prepared for the sheer number of cultists that had been in that camp and had only barely managed to fend them off. Well...HE had only barely managed to fend them off. They had been hired to investigate a festival that had evidence of cultist interference and the trail had led to that camp. With the festival starting tomorrow and the townsfolk dismissing the claims as mere rumors, they didn’t have time to be subtle or scout the camp ahead of time. The cult had been working on poisoning the food for the festival to make a mass sacrifice when the group had strolled into the camp and found themselves outnumbered. The chicken druid had taken most of the hits himself in the form of a dire bear and once he had run out of energy to keep the transformation up, he had taken a hell of a beating. Meanwhile the dwarven fighter had kept the biggest bruiser off of him and the centaur had kept him from being beaten to death with his healing magic and had gotten a few arrows to the flank for his trouble. The only people who managed to get away without a scratch were currently leading the party into town, the twin rakshasa half-breeds riding their pet tiger in tandem and using their magic to stay dry while everyone else suffered the mud and rain. “You know, I’m not sure if it occured to you two yet but I think I speak for all of us when I say we would ALL really like to be dry right now. Don’t you think you should maybe, I dunno, SHARE the magic umbrella or whatever you two have going on over there?” Lucky grumbled aloud, his avian talons making the muddy trek even harder. He would have tried flying to save his feet but the heavy rain had dashed all hopes of that. “Sorry Drumsticks, the spell has a very limited radius and we’re already having to cozy up to make sure we stay dry, isn’t that right fluff?” The male twin, Axel, would lean forward against his sister’s back, nuzzling her cheek as he pulled her closer to him. The female twin, Lexa, would purr at the attention, leaning back against her brother with a sly smile. “That’s right, fluff. If we had to curl up any closer, we’d need to charge you guys for a peep show~” They were being as shameless as usual, their hedonistic nature as vibrant as their fur. Lucky was a druid and had seen many colorful creatures before but he had never seen an animal with a coat like theirs. Dark orchid colored fur with maroon stripes were not exactly common on the Material Plane, but seeing as they were the children of a fiendish union it wasn’t all that surprising either. They could have passed for a pair of tiger striped tabaxi were it not for that fur standing out like a sore thumb. Topped with their flamboyant personalities from a lifetime of being around circus folk and their identical girly builds, it was no wonder they caused a stir wherever they went, whether through the way they treated everything as a show or through the eventual trouble they always seemed to find themselves in with their lascivious natures. His other companions were drab in comparison, especially when soaked to the bone by the torrential rain that pelted them. Dolven, the dwarf, was nothing to write home about. A classic dwarven blacksmith whose only real outstanding feature were the tinted goggles he kept strapped to his forehead. Besides that he was mostly a stereotype; heavy armor, braided ruddy brown beard, and a battleaxe on his back, all of which were covered in various amounts of mud and blood from the fight from earlier. The centaur, Cynkaranka, was a bit more interesting. A druid himself, he sported long dark hair with a femmy upper body and a lithe brown stallion for his lower half. He was quiet though, rarely speaking unless addressed so Lucky had a hard time pinning down anything else about him aside from the fact that he enjoyed accompanying the dysfunctional group. He was the group’s main source of healing but had run his magic stores dry in the fight, his flank still bleeding a little from the arrows. Lucky himself was a subspecies of aarakocra, resembling a black chicken with a white head, although right now he was covered in cuts and bruises and felt more like chicken pâté. Up until he had been washed ashore with the group after their passenger ship had been wrecked in a storm, he never would have associated with these people. He couldn’t help but get attached to the twins though, despite their aggravating nature. Something about the way they held themselves made it hard not to get swept up by their confidence and flair. He often found himself forgiving them for even the worst actions. They had that effect on people. Some folks can get away with anything and these two were definitely the type. He couldn’t even bring himself to be mad that the male had branded him in the middle of the night AND put a livestock tag on his leg. He would never admit it aloud, but he honestly found the gesture more than a little arousing. They had laid claim to him, even if it was in a joking way. On more than one occasion they had offered him up in exchange for goods and services, and had often haggled with merchant’s looking to buy a plus sized chicken. Sometimes they even managed to sell him, but he was crafty enough to get out of it usually, either through breaking his bonds or shapeshifting and fleeing. They’d get paid and he’d get a little thrill from almost being turned into someone’s dinner. They seemed to know he enjoyed the attention too, giving him the nickname ‘Drumsticks’ and treating him like livestock at every turn. He hated the fact that they could manipulate him so easily, using his odd fetish against him but he enjoyed the degrading treatment so much that he couldn’t help but go along with their abuse. It didn’t help that they were constantly flaunting their sexuality, hitting on anything that had a pulse and even some beings that didn’t. When they didn’t have someone to toy with they’d content themselves with each other which only made things worse, especially when the group had to make do with a single room for the lot of them. They weren’t nearly as stealthy as they thought they were, but the centaur turned out to have a bit of a voyeuristic streak and the dwarf seemed able to sleep through anything. Lucky longed to be between the two during those moments but they had made it clear that he was less than a pet to them, and had to be content to watch from the sidelines. Still, despite all of this he could still resent them when they were being particularly selfish as they were right now and while he had no idea what sorcerer’s spell Lexa was using to keep them dry, he could see it at least extended around their tiger as well who had received what healing magic Axel could muster as their bard. “Don’t worry, Drumsticks, we’ll be in town soon and we can all dry off at the inn.” He heard Lexa’s voice but it seemed to come from Axel’s mouth, or at least who he assumed had been Axel. The two had a bad habit of throwing their voices and moving their lips at the same time so unless you actually could read lips, it was always difficult to tell which one was which without getting really handsy. “Well thank fuck for small favors…” Lucky sneered at the two but it was half hearted and he was too tired to throw his usual insults and derisive comments so he settled on grumbling nonsense under his breath. Honestly he’d just be glad to get out of the rain at this point. “Tis ‘bout time...my greaves ah so fulla water dat think I felt a fish brush past me toes!” The dwarf called out from behind, raising his voice to speak over the rain as he wrung out his beard, sending a small waterfall down the front of his breastplate. “ A hot bath and a warm cushion to sleep on sounds like a dream come true right about now.” The centaur was holding a freshly broken branch over his head as a makeshift umbrella but with how heavy the rain was falling all it did was keep his hair a little drier than the rest of him which wasn’t saying much. With the mud impeding their progress, the trek to the inn was just long enough to be exhausting, the weary group only able to keep a strong pace by the promise of a reprieve from the weather. Lucky couldn’t even see the name of the inn through the rain and he didn’t care to look up into the biting rain long enough to find out, pushing into the tavern a half dozen steps behind the twins, with the centaur and dwarf not far behind. The warmth of the inn was lost on them, too soaked and tired to feel anything but exhaustion right now. Well, lost on all but the twins, who were already sizing up the barmaid that was bussing a table. The tavern floor of the inn was empty save for the staff, the late hour and wretched weather chasing most up to their rooms or back home. The dwarf and centaur made their way to their respective rooms they had reserved when they had first arrived in town a few days ago while Lucky made his way up to the bar for a few shots of whiskey, listening to the twins flirt and attempt to seduce the barmaid for what was probably the 5th time since they arrived. “I never would have believed it were it not straight from the mayor’s mouth…” Lucky would be startled by the voice of the barkeep as the shots were poured in front of him, not expecting a conversation. The old tiefling barkeep had treated them with suspicion from the beginning of their stay and was one of the main folks who had been impeding their investigation. He had been high on the suspect list for supposed cult members but had turned out to just be really protective of the town’s traditions and didn’t want outsiders ruining the upcoming festival. This had been the first time he had actually started a conversation with any of them that didn’t involve Lucky’s tab and the twins’ constant harassment of his employees. “I misjudged you lot, so the drinks are on the house tonight. Still can’t believe Herbert was actually helping them poison the food stores for tomorrow’s festival.” The barkeep would shake his head with a sigh as he poured out a shot for himself. “We just got back from that bloodbath, how did you even know about that?” Lucky quirked a brow in mild confusion before he knocked back a shot then held out the glass to be refilled. He may have been confused as to how the barkeep got his information, but he wasn’t going to pass up the offer of free whiskey. “One of your friends sent a message spell ahead of you all with the evidence. Told the mayor to test Herbert by asking him to taste the smoked boar. Had to help hold him down and force feed it to him and sure enough he started foaming at the mouth the moment he finally swallowed it. You guys saved a lot of people today...I’m sorry I doubted you.” The barkeep would take another shot for himself as he refilled Lucky’s drink, setting the bottle down beside the rooster before grabbing a towel to start wiping down the counter. “It’s fine, we don’t exactly come across as good samaritans.” He didn’t remember casting anything of the sort but faintly recalled one of the twins talking to one of their familiars before sending it off, so he assumed they had something to do with it. He’d glance back as he heard a loud slap, turning just in time to see one of the twins on the floor with a handmark on their face. Even as the barmaid walked out in a flustered huff, the two seemed to be grinning ear to ear despite the obvious setback. “Especially with those two taking the reins so often...hard to believe we get anything done.” The barkeep had seen what had happened from behind the bar, simply shaking his head with a smirk before turning his attention back to Lucky. “No kidding...just wish we had something to replace what was poisoned. The bread and pies can be replaced pretty quickly but that boar was one of the feast’s main staples. We won’t have enough meat for everyone tomorrow if something doesn’t come up soon. Worked so damn hard on the boar too...” “Did I just hear the sound of potential money in our pockets, dear fluff?” Lucky would reel back as one of the twin felines suddenly appeared beside him, the sudden appearance startling even the bartender. “I believe you did, dear fluff. It sounds like the dishrag man is in need of more of our help. You said you are in need of meat but you just happen to be talking to the solution!” The other twin would appear on the other side of the rooster, face still a bit swollen from the slap they’d received not moments ago. “I...beg your pardon? What do you mean? You’re saying you just happen to have that kinda meat on hand?” The barkeep was still dubious about these two and was keeping his distance, despite his interest in the offer. “It would be greatly appreciated but I haven’t seen any livestock with you and while I have no doubt you’re capable, finding a wild animal large enough in this weather before tomorrow morning would be next to impossible.” Lucky was already aware of what they had in mind, wilting visibly in his seat as he hefted his leg up onto the counter, showing off the tag on his leg with a sigh. Inscribed on it was ‘Property of the Delcroixs’ and underneath was the same symbol that was currently branded into his hip. “I think they mean me…” “That is quite correct, Drumsticks! You see we happen to be in the possession of a rare giant talking chicken. He’s still considered livestock by legal standards so for a small fee, we can sell him to you as a replacement for the food this whole cultist business has ruined. We get a little boost in our funds and you get to have the festival as if nothing had ever happened!” The two would be showing off the bird, modeling him for the barkeep as they gave their little sales pitch “We’ll even drop the price if you promise we get first dibs on the meat. I’m sure he’ll taste fantastic with the wine you serve here. What do you think, fluff? A cut of white meat with a bit of that white wine they’ve been hyping up? Oh! Do you think they might have some white sauce prepared for pasta? I’d love to taste him in an alfredo.” Lucky would put up with their prattling, blushing a bit under his feathers. As derogatory as their behavior was, he always liked listening to what they think might go best with his meat. They had surprisingly refined tastes for how lascivious they were. “Yes yes, exactly my thinking, dear fluff! Chardonel and a nice chicken alfredo!” The slapped feline would grin towards the barkeep wagging their eyebrows enticingly. “Well? What do you think? Only thirty gold pieces and your festival runs as smooth as silk.” A tingle of annoyance would find its way through the exhaustion and whiskey as a thought occurred to him. They’d always jump at a chance to try to swindle someone out of their money, especially through selling him. Normally he’d have no problem with this as he could free himself pretty reliably. However, tonight was different. They both knew damn well that he had exhausted his abilities in that fight and wouldn’t be able to pull off one of his normal escapes. At least the barkeep didn’t seem like the type to- “Make it twenty-five gold and you got a deal.” So much for that… Lucky’s feathers would ruffle as he looked between the cats and the bartender. “Hold on a sec, you mean-” “Excellent! With his size you’ll have to start now if you want to make it in time for the festival. You don’t mind if we watch you cook, do you? We’re not much for cooking ourselves but we always find it incredibly entertaining to watch.” The bird would be cut off as the feline on his right spoke over him. “Hey now that’s not-” The rooster would begin to stand but would be pushed back into his seat by the twin on his left, as he was cut off again, this time by the bartender. “Just stay out of the way and we’ll be fine.” No one was paying Lucky any mind now, his protests falling on deaf ears. He was used to this from the rakshasas but the barkeep’s behavior surprised him. Apparently he valued the festival more than Lucky had originally thought. The moment he had been established as livestock it was like a switch had turned and the rooster was no longer regarded as anything more than that. Just meat waiting to be butchered. He’d shift uncomfortably in his seat, trying to hide his arousal at the sudden tone shift in the conversation. He no longer could find his voice as he struggled with his current situation. He had always enjoyed the teasing but now that it might actually happen, he couldn’t decide if he was horrified or excited. Any attempt to talk his way out of it would catch in his throat. The barkeep was already counting out the payment, handing the cats a small bag of coins. “Here...I got a stump I use for butchering chickens under an awning outside. Help me take him back there and you can watch all you want.” Axel and Lexa slipped their arms under Lucky’s like a pair of serpents constricting his wings as they both lifted at once. They weren’t very strong but as a bird he didn’t have a whole lot of weight to throw around either, so between the two of them they easily managed to restrain him. They’d ‘escort’ him into the kitchen, following the barkeep who led the way. “Plucking him is going to be the hardest part...I only have one pot big enough to scald the feathers off him and getting the water to a boil will take forever.” The barkeep was already contemplating how best to get started as they made their way back. “Oh that’s easy enough...I still have a Heat Metal spell to make it quicker.” The feline with the slapped face would pipe up, finally revealing himself as Axel. Lexa specialized in fire magic but her brother tended towards more utility and illusion magic as a bard. “Wait a minute! You said you were out of spells, you ass!” Lucky snarled at the half breed rakshasa as he was carried through the kitchen. “You mean to tell me we could have finished that fight without getting the tar beaten out of us?!” “Whoops, looks like you’ve been caught, dear fluff~” Lexa on the other side would snicker softly as they carried him towards the door in the back of the kitchen. “Oh, it’s not like he’s going to be telling anyone. Besides, I was saving my mana so we could try that position we’ve been talking about with the barmaid. Since that isn’t happening tonight, I may as well make the most of it.” The male twin would pout visibly, tail drooping slightly from its usual haughty flicking. Lucky groaned in exasperation as the two dragged him. Not only was he about to be cooked but he might have been able to escape if they hadn’t lied about their magic. “You two planned this didn’t you? You KNEW they were going to need a replacement for the boar so you let the rest of us take the brunt of that fight so you could get your damn meal! I knew you weren’t taking that fight seriously!” “Now look who's been caught, Lexa. I told you he’d figure it out.” “Yes, well, you’ve always been so eager to be our little chew toy we figured it was finally time to make your twisted little dreams come true. Don’t act like you’re not enjoying every minute of this…” Lexa would slide her free hand down Lucky’s front, gripping at his groin playfully with her soft paws and cupping his erect member through his pants. “...oh yes, dear fluff...he’s loving every moment of this like the little degenerate pervert he is.” The sound of the rain would suddenly attract their attention as the barkeep held open the door, the rain sounding like thousands of metal ball bearings rattling as it poured over the awning above the door, a gloomy waterfall of runoff obscuring the view into the rest of the town. “You lot coming or what?” Whether the barkeep hadn’t noticed their antics or had chosen to ignore them was unknown but it was clear he was ready to get this over with. Lexa and Axel would straighten themselves out as they carried Lucky outside, pushing him gently to his knees in the mud as the barkeep tied the rooster down to keep him from struggling free. It was hardly necessary at this point, the rooster giving into his fate for the most part. Despite his misgivings with the whole situation, he couldn’t bring himself to fight back in any way. He honestly did want this, even if it was such a sad and ignoble way for an adventurer to meet their demise. His heart was racing in terror and anxiousness, fear and excitement intermingling within him as he stretched his neck out over the muddy stump, seemingly welcoming the axeblade that the barkeep was sharpening. If he was going to die today, he’d leave this world with quiet grace. He was nothing more than livestock and this was his purpose. Shutting his eyes, he’d take in a deep breath, letting himself relax and become lost in the sound of the falling rain, the smell of damp earth fresh in his nostrils. He was born for this moment. The twins would watch with bated breath as the axe rose into the air, biting at their lower lips in anticipation as their arms would snake around each others’ waists. They were excited too, but their tastes were far more fiendish than Lucky’s, taking great joy in watching the helpless bird accept his fate. Without ceremony, the axe would come down on the back of Lucky’s neck, severing his head in a single clean swing, his body shuddering and twitching as his death spasms wracked his body. His head fell to the muck with a wet plop, the light in his eyes fading out all at once as his blood poured over the stump and mixed into the mud. “Alright, if you two can get the scalding pot started, I’ll drain his blood. I’d like to get at least a few hours of sleep tonight so let's make this quick, shall we?” The barkeep was already untying Lucky’s corpse as he spoke to the twins, gripping the body by the ankles and using the rope to tie them together before hanging them from a nearby hook to let gravity do the work. The twins, having been preoccupied by their own arousal from their companion’s death, would be caught off guard by the instruction. “What? Oh right, yes of course. Come, dear fluff...let’s not keep him waiting.” Axel would grip his sister’s tail playfully, giving it a tug as he went back inside. Lexa had been entranced by the way the blood mixed with the mud and how it spilled down from the bird’s neck stump, fidgeting and squeezing her thighs together as she watched the macabre display before being brought back to reality by her brother. “Oh...yes right. Right behind you, fluff.” The male twin was already using a bucket to fill the cauldron with water as his sister slipped in. Taking a seat beside the kitchen’s prep table she’d conjure up an ethereal clawed hand in the air to grab a bucket as well and aid his efforts. “Oh fluff...his expression was beautiful right before he went, wasn’t it? And the way the blood was pooling? Pure art...god it was wonderful…” She’d run her claws over her thighs, still antsy from the display. Axel would barely dodge a floating bucket as he worked, smirking at his sister. “Concentrate, dear fluff. You about gave me an impromptu bath. But I do have to agree...it was rather nice. Just imagine how he’s going to taste though...mmph.” He’d wipe a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth as he poured another bucket into the cauldron before beginning to hum a soft tune, magic weaving through the melody and pouring into the cauldron as well. Nothing seemed to happen at first, then the hissing of boiling water would rapidly escalate as the metal started to glow red hot, the water inside doing little to stop the cascading effect of the spell. He’d end the spell rather quickly, not wanting to harm the integrity of the cauldron before taking a seat beside his sister as they waited for the barkeep to return from outside with the bled out bird. “And the show’s not even over yet! Oh, I hope he guts him in front of us.” Lexa would wriggle in her seat, biting her lower lip as she pressed her claws between her thighs. This was the very reason they had taken the rooster in as livestock. Between Lexa’s fetish for brutal deaths and Axel’s cannibalistic tendencies, the two had found the bird to be a perfect pet, but they had grown tired of the foreplay and had decided once and for all to finally indulge themselves on his death. “You’re not going to be able to wait until we get to our room, I can tell by how you’re acting, fluff.” The male twin would chuckle, taking her hand and pulling her over to take a seat in his lap, the overstimulated female not resisting in the slightest as she wiggled her rump in his lap. “Nope, now shush and enjoy this with me.” She’d giggle a bit before pursing her lips as the barkeep came back in, holding the bled out rooster by the legs in one hand. The two already knew the bartender was stronger than he looked after he had thrown them out once before so this was nothing new. The barkeep would look into the boiling pot with surprise before turning to the two. “You really weren’t kidding about doing this fast. I thought we’d have to at least wait an hour for this to heat up.” Hefting the bird’s carcass up, he’d dip the rooster into the boiling water, scalding the feathers and loosening their grip on the skin. The process would only take a few minutes, the twins watching intently as the barkeep worked, Lexa grinding her rear against her brother’s crotch teasingly. She herself would have loved to see the bird thrown into the pot before getting his head lopped off but this was close enough to excite her further. Axel would shiver as his sister rubbed against him, clearing his throat before speaking up to the barkeep. “So, what do you intend to do with him once he’s ready to be cooked? Anything special in mind? Or were you just planning on roasting him? I know I intend to make a nice pasta out of our cut but I’m honestly quite curious what the rest of the festival’s patrons will be having.” He was legitimately interested, although the conversation was more of a coverup for what they were doing while the barkeep’s back was turned. “Was honestly thinking of a simple lemon rosemary roast. Don’t have a lot of time to get fancy and it’ll go well with the roasted potatoes I already had planned.” The tiefling would pull the carcass from the boiling water as he spoke, setting it on the table in front of the rakshasa twins and ripping out handfuls of feathers at a time. The smell of boiled feathers was awful, stinging at their noses as flesh was exposed bit by bit. The rancid smell only served to excite Lexa further, however, the corpse-like scent only hammering at the pleasure center of her brain as she watched the headless carcass be stripped of any dignity it had left. Axel could feel her arousal starting to dampen his own pants as she leaned forward onto the table, resting her chin on both of her hands with a smile as she watched the barkeep work. Her tail coiled restlessly around her brother’s arm as Axel slid the back of her pants down a bit, beginning to hum once more, his magic creating an illusion over them both. From here on the barkeep would only see what they wanted him to see, a pair of close siblings enjoying an impromptu lesson in preparing chicken. Lexa’s pants would slide to her knees as she sat with her bare pussy against her brother’s groin, her cunt soaked in arousal from the gruesome sight before them, panting quietly now that she knew the barkeep could no longer see them and sliding a clawed hand between her thighs to massage her swollen clit, her thighs shivering in excitement as she lifted her rear to show her brother her dripping flower. His own pants wet from her need, Axel would slip his cock free of his pants, lightly rubbing at his sister’s velvet folds with his tip as he steadied his breath to speak. “Simple...elegant. Can’t fault you for the choice I suppose.” He was lucky this particular spell didn’t require his full attention once it was cast. They had ten minutes to enjoy themselves for now. The barkeep, none the wiser to the two at the end of the table was just finishing up plucking their pet’s carcass when he came across the brand on the bird’s hip, a pair of stylized cat heads grinning at one another burned deep into the flesh. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen someone brand a bird before...I suppose the whole town will know you two provided the meal now at least.” Pulling a hefty knife from a nearby block, the barkeep would grip the plucked corpse by the legs, resting the blade on the joint and cleaving the legs off one by one, setting them aside before turning his attention to the neck stump. As the legs were taken off, Lexa would press back against her brother’s shaft, letting his tip press gently into her eager pussy. A shiver would run up her spine as she carefully rested herself atop his cock, slowly sheathing the barbed member deep into her slicked velvet box. She’d begin to roll her hips slowly, eyes rolling back as she bit her lower lip, losing herself to the mix of pleasures as the bird’s body was mutilated in front of them. Axel simply relaxed into his sister’s movements, letting her take the lead on their little secret as his claws slid under her shirt, running the tips of his claws up her stomach to grip at her breasts, massaging her flesh as he continued the conversation. “Ah...you actually know what you’re doing. So many would just toss the feet to the dogs or pigs but you have the foresight to keep them on hand. What do you intend to do with them? I understand some communities enjoy them pickled but you seem more like a man who prefers using them for a nice thick broth.” The barkeep would raise a brow as he pressed the knife into the base of the neck, looking to the two half breeds with surprise. “You know an awful lot about cooking for an adventurer...most of you lot are little more than vagrants who’d burn water if you trusted them enough to boil it.” Sliding the knife into the neck stump’s base he’d carve it open, pulling out the rooster’s crop and the rest of his neck, setting it aside with the feet. “I was planning on using the broth from the feet to make a nice gravy, alongside the rest of the giblets.” Axel would feel his sister clench hard around his cock as she watched the knife sink into what had once been Lucky’s collarbone, and he’d grit his teeth to keep from moaning in pleasure. He’d take a moment to gather himself, giving his sister’s nipple a painful tweak that made her squeak softly in surprise and clench again, her inner walls gripping and milking his cock vigorously. Lexa’s squeak attracted the attention of the barkeep as he turned the carcass around, the sound making him pause as he looked to the two. “You alright over there?” “Oh, it’s n-nothing,” Lexa giggled softly as she spoke, her illusory double waving the concern off. “You just mentioned the giblets and I remembered something. You’re going to probably want to dispose of the liver...I’m sure you noticed he was a drinker.” The barkeep would frown and sigh as he looked down at the plucked carcass. “Damn...good point. I was looking forward to chicken liver too.” His hand would instinctively go to his chin but would stop part way as the smell of boiled feathers and dead bird hit his nostrils, remembering at the last second that his hands weren’t exactly clean right now. “Normally I’d use some wine to cook it but I don’t think a lifetime of pickling his liver counts as a marinade.” Shaking his head he’d get back to work driving the butcher knife into the flesh around Lucky’s cloaca and carving around it gingerly, doing his best not to nick any of the intestines or internal sex organs. “We are entertainers after all. Sometimes the best entertainment one can provide is dinner and a show and when there are only two of you, you learn to pull double duty.” Axel grinned wide as he slipped a claw from under his sister’s shirt, resting it now on her hip. Gripping at her soft fur and pulling her down against him as the knife was driven into the rooster’s flesh again, his pulsing shaft drove itself deep into her all at once in time with the stab. He knew he’d given her exactly what she needed as she leaned back against him, mouth agape as she panted silently, her claws reaching behind her to grip at his hair. Her back arched as she rode him, her head turning to bite into his throat, her feline fangs drawing a bit of blood in her ecstasy. The tiefling wouldn’t argue the rakshasa’s point, wiping some sweat from his brow with his sleeve as he began to pull the rooster’s intestines and sex organs free of his corpse, letting the useless viscera drop into the slop bucket beneath the table. The long ropy organs would splatter into the bucket with a sickening squelching sound as they fell out en masse, a few stray drops of blood sprinkling onto the barkeep’s boots. Rolling up one of his sleeves, he’d push his hand into the freshly exhumed cavity, pulling free the remaining organs with little difficulty, stacking the heart, kidneys, and gizzard up beside the rest of the giblets. He’d look mournfully at the bird’s liver, the normally deep red organ covered in fatty yellow splotches and well on its way out. Even if he hadn’t butchered the rooster, Lucky’s liver told the barkeep that the bird had only a few years left in him anyways. Grimacing at the useless organ he’d toss it into the slop bucket with a sigh. “You weren’t kidding about the liver...never seen one that looked like that before.” Lexa would be enraptured as their old pet was gutted in front of them, letting out a stifled whine as she muffled herself against his throat, driving herself down one more time as her pussy spasmed and gripped at her brother’s cock. The sight of the rooster’s innards drove her over the edge, as she squirted over her brother’s lap; soaking his pants, the chair and the floor below them. Her legs squeezed together, her knees knocking in orgasmic delight as she came, one claw rubbing furiously and her engorged clit as the other gripped at the back of her brother’s head as she rode her orgasm. Axel would wince as his sister clamped down on his cock, his claws digging at her thighs as he grit his teeth to keep from yowling at the violent spasms that now rippled over his member. His barbs would grind and trace along the quivering walls, bringing him to orgasm alongside her as he bucked his hips against her. His tip would press firmly against her cervix as a shiver ran through his body, his balls tensing up as he came inside of her, a flood of seed spilling from his cock into her womb, painting her insides white with his semen. Unable to hide their soft hissing and whines, the barkeep would give the illusion a sideways look, chalking the noises up as reactions to the ruined liver. Turning from the now fully butchered chicken, the tiefling would wash his hands off in a nearby basin before turning to the pantry for supplies. The recipe he had in mind wasn’t complicated, tossing the ingredients into a bowl before getting to work on prepping the bird for tomorrow’s feast. Lexa slowly pulled herself off of her brother, his seed spilling out of her as his cock slipped free, cum spilling down his cock and pooling on his balls. She’d pant quietly, taking slow deep breaths as she stood up and leaned against the table, lifting her flicking tail to show off the mess they had made to Axel. Her brother spared little time in pressing his face against her rear, lapping up his own seed as he cleaned her cunt with his rough tongue, each lick making her shiver with delight as it ran over her still twitching pussy. Pulling their trousers back up, they’d take a seat once more, kissing each other deeply and swapping his cum between their mouths. A few flicks of Lexa’s nimble fingers would clean them both up, avoiding any embarrassing stains before they returned to their illusion’s pose, bathing in the afterglow as they watched the tiefling work. The illusion would fall away as Axel finally spoke up, a little out of breath. “Shame you don’t have time to brine the meat...I imagine that a scrawny bird like Lucky could certainly use it.” “Yes, well hopefully marinating overnight in the lemon rosemary mixture will help with that. Then I can cook him up right before the feast tomorrow” The barkeep was already mincing up some garlic and rosemary, slipping it into a bowl of oil as he spoke. “I have to thank you both again for this. Everyone will be thrilled to see such a large bird at the feast.” “It's not a problem,dear. I think he would have wanted to be a staple for the feast. Gives his pitiful life some meaning, you know?” Lexa would giggle softly as she leaned back in her brother’s lap, tail swaying contentedly as she straightened out her blouse. Axel would nod in agreement, licking his lips clean as he watched the final ingredients go into the marinade and be rubbed onto the roosters skin. “You two can head to bed if you’d like, I’m basically done besides clean up and I’m gonna be putting this all into the cold room until tomorrow” Loading Lucky’s butchered corpse onto a hook to hang in the pantry to be stored for the next day, he’d let out an exhausted breath as he looked over his work and calculated the time he’d have to cook this for the feast. “Very well, we will leave you to it, we look forward to tomorrow.” Axel would buck his hips under his sister, bouncing her in his lap a little. She’d smirk a bit, bouncing on his lap one more time before standing up, wiggling her hips at him before she’d saunter out of the kitchen. Axel would follow close behind, knowing full well they were far from done with each other tonight, the two heading to their room to enjoy themselves until tomorrow’s festivities. --------------------------------------------------------------- The feast the next day would be a raucous celebration of the year’s harvest, Lucky’s roasted corpse joining alongside various beasts, all prepared in different ways. Presentation was important for the event and the barkeep had been thorough in his preparations. Lucky’s skin had plenty of time to soak up the marinade, the thin layer of lemon rosemary infused oil giving his flesh an almost sunny coloring in the spots that hadn’t been cooked to golden brown. Masterful strokes of the knife had separated much of the white meat from his breast, set out amongst the various tables for revelers to pick through. The carved breast exposed the ribcage of the rooster, showing off a makeshift cornucopia of cooked vegetables inside of him. Trays of roasted potatoes would be set aside boats of giblet gravy, made from a stock that used his feet, neck, and organs for flavor. “You gotta admit, fluff….Lucky has never looked better.” Axel would chuckle softly, resting his claw around his sister’s waist as they looked over the display. It was hardly the main attraction of the feast. That honor was reserved for a roasted drake one of their hunters had managed to take down. The barkeep had done a good job though and it fit in well with the rest of the feast. “Oh yes, undoubtedly. He seems to be a hit with the town as well.” Looking over her shoulder, Lexa would nod towards a group of townsfolk, picking one of the plates of breast meat clean. “We’d better hurry if we want to get any ourselves.” True enough it was hard to see a plate that didn’t have some piece of their old companion on it. Mouths were stuffed full to near bursting with the succulent meat, grinding down each slice into a pulpy mess before disappearing down dozens of throats forever. A particularly large half-orc hadn’t even left the banquet table before starting to chow down on the white meat, a slab of it hanging from his mouth as he piled more onto his plate. A mother would wipe her overzealous child’s face clean of the gravy he had taken to smothering his food and face in. Several young men were having a drinking contest off to the side with the prize being one of the rooster’s legs, of which the winner bit into with the vigor of a barbarian. A child would groan, holding his overstuffed stomach as his father carried him off to an early bedtime, still stubbornly chewing on a piece of Lucky’s remaining drumstick. A young woman let out an echoing belch after wolfing down a large chunk of the rooster’s thigh, blushing and giggling profusely as her friends chided her for her gluttony. Two lucky raffle winners were tugging on the bird’s old wishbone, the increased size making the act far more strenuous and entertaining for the crowd as each tried to get the larger half. All around them his meat was being torn, macerated, shredded and swallowed down. Even the centaur, Cynkaranka, was enjoying a small plate of potatoes laced with the gravy made of his old companion’s organs. Dolven would have likely been enjoying the feast too, but now that Lucky was dead the twins had turned their mischief on the dwarf instead, leaving him hanging from a snare trap by the leg for the local children to use as a surly armored pinata. “Well...I think it’d be prudent to join in the festivities. I have a bottle of the Chardonel back in the room so we can have the alfredo on the road. For now, I think the barmaid has finally come around. She’s been eyeing our tails since we arrived. What do you think, fluff?” Axel would glance over his shoulder now, giving the barmaid a wink before looking at his sister. “Let's grab a few bites for energy first, fluff. You could probably use the protein after last night.” She’d give his hip a light bump with her own before grabbing a plate for herself, shuddering with delight as she took a bite of a slice of dark meat for herself, savoring the bite and chewing it slowly to squeeze every last drop of flavor from the moist meat. “You know, I know it’s cliche and kinda a no brainer, but he really does taste just like chicken. It’s so easy to forget that we’re all just meat, sentience or not.” Axel himself would take a fair sized chunk of white meat for himself, his sharp teeth tearing at the meat and grinding it down into a thick white paste and following it with a sip of his wine, letting the flavors mix in his mouth before gulping it all down with a smirk. “In the end that’s all he really was...just meat. Tastes pretty good though...I’ll have to find the barkeep again and compliment his technique. Until then, let’s go see if we can’t burn off this meal, shall we?” The twin rakshasa’s would fill their plates before joining the barmaid at her table, taking their seats on either side and making a show of cuddling up to her as they ate. The three would flirtatiously share the meat between them, taking a bite and letting the other two nibble it out of their mouths as they fawned over one another and let the gravy dribble decadently down their chins. It wasn’t long until the festivities were over, the bird stripped to nothing but bone leaving the carcass nigh unrecognizable. Hundreds of bellies were filled with the bird’s meat, the bones tossed into the waste pile outside of town. Amidst the refuse, an otyugh would happen upon the rooster’s severed head, coiling one of its spiky appendages around it and pulling it into its gaping mouth to be crushed between hundreds of crooked teeth. The skull would burst like a crushed watermelon between the beasts jaws, chewing sloppily as it gathered up the rest of the discarded bones to be consumed as well until nothing remained. In the end Lucky’s body managed to bring some happiness to all who consumed it, bones and all...