A Royal Roast
“Do, do you really think I’ll be the center of attention at the banquet?” Belle asked as she talked with the head chef of the royal kitchen.  The black swan was mindful of her desires for her queen sister, as well as perhaps having some fun herself in the process.


“I’m sure everyone will love your addition, it’s quite a daring dish and is sure to spice things up,”  The plump vixen replied.  She was wearing a large heart shaped apron and little else.  Pauline had been a fixture of the kitchen for years and her input in many of the legendary dishes that had been served was well known. Even if all her taste testing had added heavily to her curves in return.


The swan looked over the impressive pan that was brought out by a gaggle of feline assistants. It was like a rounded coffin in dark metal and an equally massive lid was nearby. A couple hens were busy dicing up aromatic herbs to cover the bottom of the roasting pan.


“Onions, carrots and celery will make the base seasonings, and we’ll add plenty of spices onto the skin as well.  There will be some water in there that we can use for basting until we’re ready to crisp the skin. Need to ensure it is fully cooked after all,”  Pauline said with a casual confidence.  She was certain such a simple recipe would steal the show for tonight’s feast.  It was the quality of her ingredients that often made the dish, and she had one of the most delicious ingredients she would ever get to work with today.


“Sounds wonderfully simple, I’m sure there will be lots of juicy fat to make a good gravy at the end as well,” Belle said with a wink and a twirl,  “So what do you need me to do to help you get it ready?”    


“First of all, we’ll need you to strip down, so we can get all that gorgeous plumage off you.  I’m sure you won’t mind a bit of an audience, we’re all professionals here,”  Pauline said with a toothy grin, waving a paw to the hens and cats working in the royal kitchen.  Yellow eyes were sizing up the royal black swan the same way she would eye a chicken to pounce upon.


The black swan was wearing only a simple little sundress.  White silk over black plumage, to show off pudgy curves.  The mostly feral swan casually tugged her dress off without any pomp.  A playful saunter of her hips and a flutter of tail.  Making a slow dance and spin to show off her glossy plumage for the vixen to admire.


“Oh yes, I’m sure you’ll be very luscious and just melting to the touch on everyone’s tongues,” Pauline said as she ran a palm along the thick curve of the chubby swan’s bottom.  “Now most would think you’d want someone really fat, but sometimes just a bit of plumpness makes a perfect meatiness.  The next portion will be uncomfortable, you know, are you ready for it?”


The swan nodded, holding out her wings as the vixen and her most trusted feline assistants began the arduous process of carefully plucking and saving every feather from their princess.  From her impressively long flight feathers to the smallest bits of down, not a single one was to be misplaced.


Belle made a little squeak and clenched her eyes shut while the dark skin beneath her black plumage began to show up.  She trembled faintly, but stood tall and proud.  She was going to be the main course for the banquet, and she needed to be brave for this.  Indeed, a few whiskery grins were shared between the felines as they caught her scent not of fear, but lust all over the quivering swan before them.


Those many hands pulled and tugged feathers out with reverent care.  Causing the dark swan to tremble and shake with each tiny gasp from pleasurable pain of being plucked. Her dark skin exposed more and more. Bumpy and soft against the cool air.


“Such a brave bird to be plucked so willingly.  Are you lusting for your sister’s response when she finds your crackling skin dribbling juices in that grand pan?”  Pauline gave the swan’s orange beak a kiss and stroked her cheek with one hand, as the other continued to pluck and expose more of Belle’s flat avian chest.  The buckets for collecting feathers were filling steadily with glossy softness.


“Each pinch is electrifying, knowing they are putting me one step closer to resting in that pan,” Belle responded with panting breaths.  The feline assistants were well trained as they worked over her wings and legs first.  Those many hands pinching and tugging every closer to her lap, which was to be saved for last.  Raising the anticipations in the shivering swan princess.


The group stripped the regal princess of her plumage just as casually as she had stripped her dress off. Revealing her true pudgy curves under all those dark feathers.  Mottled dark skin was colored by her plumage, but would soon be crisped up in the heat of the oven.  Sure to darken and grow glossy under the intense heat. Dainty yelps from Belle once they started to pinch and pull her thick stubby tail. As vixen fingers tickled her dewy slit beneath it, spreading the soft down lined cloaca before her assistants. 


“Going to be so lovely once this cloaca is steaming, I’m sure you’ll add plenty of flavor to the basting liquid,” the vixen teased as she kneeled down besides Belle to work upon the swan’s sensitive lap.  Fingers moving in dainty motions to pluck the most sensitive feathers around that trembling heavy slit.


Belle could only moan and honk in response to the fox’s pudgy fingers pushing so deep into her slippery cloaca.  Stroking and teasing to soothe the swan each time a few more tiny downy feathers were removed.  The lewd, heavy slit blatantly exposed for all in the kitchen to admire.  The princess swan was almost fully bared in her bumpy skin now; she was going to be made into meat quite soon.


“You look so ravishing with just your dark skin exposed, it’s quite a contrast to what most expect. I’m sure when you crisp up you’ll be a feast for the eyes as well,” the fox said as she fondled the swan.  Her other hand rubbing was rubbing Belle’s stomach, stroking the curves of exposed bumpy skin in soothing touches.  Though it was more likely Belle's trembles were from lust than fear. The luscious swan was leaking heavily around the fingers as they sought out the best places to make the princes cry out.  


The dark skinned swan wriggled her hips helpless under the steady intrusion of vulpine fingers.  Thrusting against the fingers that were pushing deep into her heavy cloaca while she groaned.  The feline assistants brought over a big tub of oil for her skin, and Pauline dipped her hand into it before pushing once more into Belle’s lap.  The sudden sensation of cool oil made her webbed feet clench on the floor.  Those many assistants started to oil her up so her meat would remain so juicy during the long roasting.  Her smooth skin soon glistened with the slippery coating.


“Oh, I’m, I’m so close!” Belle crooned and huffed with each pant for breath, heart racing as Pauline’s fingers sought out every sensitive inch of her sex.  One last heavy orgasm was left in her as a person and then she would give herself fully to just being roasted.  A huge poultry dinner to feed dozens of guests and nothing else.


Pauline got more oil on her fingers, and soon pushed the slippery fingers in as deep as she could.  First one, then another, and soon a third. Spreading them to leave the swan gaping, as the black swan similarly opened her beak in honking moans.  Visibly spasming around Pauline’s fingers as she squirt her orgasm for the chef (and most of the staff) to admire.


The other assistants were rubbing their hands all over the squirming swan. Spreading the slippery oil to make her skin glossy smooth with the savory scented oils.  Trying to not be distracted by the head chef's more lewd fondling touches, even as they rubbed Belle from beak to talons.  The swan reveling in such a messy, personal intimate massage on every inch of her skin. 


“Such a positively juicy roast!  I bet you’ll have a few more of those while you cook in this great big pan.  Now let's get such an eager birdy ready for her roasting,”  Pauline kissed the oily girl, as she carefully guided her over to the awaiting pan.


“Now be careful, everything is so slippery,” The fox said as she guided the well oiled swan up to get into the huge roasting pan.  “Let’s get you onto your back, and we’ll get you trussed and seasoned,” she added with an assuring kiss.


Belle squirmed in delight.  The water was cool to start but soon enough that bath would become quite hot.  There would be plenty of steam to help her evenly cook and baste the herbal flavors upon her skin.  The big lid was rather intimidating, but it wouldn’t matter for too long once it was closed. Her breathing was quick as the fox positioned her by lifting her knees up, getting a small wooden dowel to spread her knees wide to show off her exposed cloaca.  Tying it off with some simple cooking twine to bind her to the wooden rod.


The cooking twine felt luxuriously rough upon her exposed skin.  A wonderful texture amidst the smooth slickness of oil, water and metal.  Her wings were folded and with a gentle firmness bound with more of that twine.  A flourish of a bow made Belle feel like a present being wrapped up.  Showing off the dimpled flesh of her body as she pressed scaled ankles together.  Eyes closing and taking deep breaths as she was masterfully trussed with a careful firmness to each secure knot.


“And we can’t forget the stuffing now,”  Belle’s eyes got big at Pauline’s words as she brought out an immense carrot. The biggest carrot she had ever seen was carefully oiled.  “I’m not sure this will stay in enough, the tease is mostly worth it,” Pauline said with a toothy grin.


That stiff ridged vegetable was pressed slowly but surely into the swan’s bound form.  Spreading her cloaca about the bright vegetable.  One of the cat assistants had an apple for the swan’s beak to bite around too.  A bit of twine to help hold the red fruit as gag for any sounds she might make.  No squealing now from the kitchen, we needed the surprise to not be given away too easily if Ariel snoops around.


The feeling of that firm fruit filling her beak was soothing, as Belle closed her eyes.  Twine gently wrapping her beak to hold it shut, ensuring she wouldn’t release the red ripe apple.  The sweet juices in her mouth will be the last thing she will taste.  Those thoughts caused a shiver to run through the well bound avian.  Wriggling against the carrot buried between her thighs as it was gently held in place with some twine.


“Oh my, look at you, already looking so wonderfully delicious before we even get you in the oven,” Pauline said as she ran a finger along Belle’s beak.  Tracing the curves of her long neck and soft belly all the way down to her lap.  Feeling every tremble amidst the quiet rise and fall of her breaths.  Touching the soft damp flesh between the swan's heavy thighs with exploring fingers.


“But we shouldn’t dawdle too long now.  After all we both have dinner to attend to,” the fox added with a kiss to Belle's cheek.  The team of cats lifted the many handles of the huge pan to carefully guide it into the oven.  The broth to be sloshing some with much grunting and toiling before she was settled into place. A final dowsing of salt and spices were given for Belle. Then that huge lid was lowered in place. She found in darkness, awaiting the heat of the oven to stew and bake her over the entire day.


The push into the oven was strange being in the dark.  Unseen motions sloshed the water around as Belle heard the scrape of metal on metal.  An ominous creak of the door.  The door secured, it was time for her final sauna.  The heat was slow to grow, but it was there.  Slowly and inexorably building as she waited in the darkness.  It was blissful warmth to start with.  Perhaps to lull a false sense of security.


She was glad the water was there to protect her bare skin from the worst of the heat in the beginning. She could feel it building above her.  A heavy warmth, like a too hot day stuck under the sun.  Even in the blackness of the pan, she could hear the quiet creaking of metal expanding.  The water she was in grew warm like the hot tub she had been teased with.


A blissful, muffled groan escaped Belle's gagged beak as that gentle warmth grew to pounding heat.  Luxurious soothing as much as it made her heart race and body ache.  Her body was going to cook in this heat.  Break down and become nothing but meat for others to savor and enjoy.  Skin will crackle and leak her steaming juices.  Her dark beak will be browned, big eyes closed permanently.  A sumptuous feast of gluttony and lust to sate everyone’s desires.


Time grew as heavy as the heat surrounding her.  Each breath grew more heavy with steam.  The burning stinging yet also lulling as the heat flowed through her.  The scent of herbs and vegetable base spoke of what a dish she will be.  A literal dish even, the thought and desire made her squirm from the feverish pan she was bathing in.


The heat welled up further and further with every breath she took.  The air was intense, steamy, a sauna pushed past the limit.  The quiet sound of the oven burners and the blackness inside the pan was guiding her to sleep.  Her brain strove to cling to the aching sensation pouring through her.  The dizzying waves of heat matched by the swaying pleasures in her dazed body.  She was fulfilling her role to be just prey, just food, nothing else.  All she could dream is how she will taste. Exposed and perfectly presented in her nude glory upon the dinner table.


The weight of the oven’s heat was smothering her.  Her limbs sagged, locked in their bindings. She could feel her eyes roll back under closed eyes.  The flutter of her heart racing in her chest.  This was it.  She wasn’t going to be let out until...!!!  Her cloaca fluttered around the carrot as she shuddered with orgasm.  Visions of her steaming body danced through her heat addled brain.


Belle lost herself within the soft shakes of orgasm and the quivering trembles of her body giving up her life.  She dreamed her final dreams.  The faintest moans escaped the oven in her final moments. But she was a good girl who bit back the shrieks of blissful pain that wracked her dying moments.  Ariel had only a sliver of suspicion of what her little sister had planned. Not that she would ever be truly surprised given what lewd surprises they constantly gave each other with their love.


Hours later the sweet and savory scents of roasting fowl permeated the kitchen.  Each basting had to be done carefully so a sneaky white swan wouldn’t see who exactly was the main dish.  She did keep her honor to not cheat and peek, no ruining the cooking or the surprise out of her idle curiosity now.  Given the lack of teasing from a certain black swan all day, the queen had plenty of guesses on who awaited them for the centerpiece meal.


Each time the lid was removed the wonderful roast scents spread through the kitchen into the dining room.  The wonderful smell of a home cooked meal, savory and simple.  The broth she was stewing in basted her skin again and again while she browned, dark skin growing glossy over the hours in the heat of the oven.  Transforming her from princess to roast over the day, with just the simple application of heat and time.  


There was of course the careful selection of spices and vegetables in addition to that time.  More would be added to her skin when she roasted in direct heat.  Along with more vegetables for more substance and to season her dripping.  Her flavors will mingle with the vegetables being added to create a glorious main course.  There were appetizer courses already being set out by the time she was removed. It took the whole team to lift the heavy pan free from the oven.  


She had to be prepped for her final showing too. Trimming off the many knots of twine so she could be posed.  Careful to not damage the swan’s crispy skin as she was posed to be playfully showing off her nude form on all fours. The baked apple in her beak was removed for a fresh one that was red and vibrant. And a tiny little crown perched carefully to emphasize her status as princess.  Truly she had become a royal roast now.


The lid went back down to hide her as soon it would soon be time to bring her out.  Pushing the massive cart with the coffin like pan closer to the door.  Letting people see glimpses of the main course‘s lidded pan each time the doors swung open.  Tantalizing suggestions that dinner would soon fully be served.


The murmurs and curiosity of the attending audience grew noisier with this.  Ariel showing a grand smile at what a perfect gift her darling sister had brought her.  Though she did her best to not let what she thought the secret was out as after all, her sister was truly very busy with an important job with the catering.  Certainly she would ensure the dinner would be a smashing success.


And the time came to wheel out the massive pan, on effectively a table of its own.  Pauline wore little more than an apron to add to the showy aspect of the reveal.  The big pan required a half dozen of her feline assistants to push it out before the table and create a carving platform.  The many assistants had plates ready to bring the main course to the numerous guests, salivating in anticipation of trying the meal that had been teasing them all day with such a delicious smell.


There was a resounding cheer as Belle’s gloriously roasted body was presented.  Her shiny crown jovially tilted as if giving a coy look.  A fresh red apple in her beak.  The faint markings where twine had embraced her nude body, amidst the dark crackling of her skin.  Steam pouring from her beak and lap in her lewdly presented manner.  Looking ready to show off in a lewd little dance for the crowd.


But instead of making a burlesque show her haunches were cut open to show the juicy meat beneath her dark skin.  Dark and flavorful along with her haunches and thighs.  


Her belly was split open to let her cooked intestines and organs slide free for those who wanted something more exotic. While her breast and belly meat was succulent white against her browned dark skin.  The vegetables cooked in broth and fat were imbued with her strong flavors.


Such a perfect roast was befitting a royal banquet.  Immediately the conversations all turned to how perfect Belle had turned out.  Her bones expertly trimmed of meat by the plump Pauline, while teasing how likely she will be the next one in the pan.


Perhaps Ariel will have to grant the chef a minor title for such a wondrous success.  After all, it was hard to find suitable royalty to roast.  And what greater honor than to be served by your queen.