A day later Ken was walking down the hallway and noticed Femsat coming out. "Hey there little one. Might I be able to borrow you for a few minutes?" Femsat looked at him questioningly before replying, "Well, I do have a few things I need to get to right now, can it possibly wait for a while?" Ken's eyes caught Dancer coming up from behind with a giant turkey bag and smiled, replying back "No, I don't think it can." At this moment Dancer encased Femsat in the bag and with Ken's help, they were able to hold on and seal the bag, trapping the poor demon fennec inside. "Wait, what are you two doing!?" She said, thrashing about as she was carried off. "Let me go! I'm not in season!" The poor girl didn't know about the regional holiday of thanksgiving and was about to get a crash course of the otherwise considered "turkey day" "Ooh, don't worry, you'll be 'in season...ing' soon enough.' Ken smirked, feeling clever on his play on words.
A short distance away they placed the cooking bag on the ground in front of a vacuum like machine. Dancer, being the heavier of the two males restrained the squirming girl by sitting on top of the bag as Ken hooked the hose up to the receptacle part of the bag, clicking on the switch to start draining the air out of the bag. This was designed to constrict and toughen up the materials, making it unescapeable for the required several hours, perfect and just long enough to do it's job properly. Femsat finally grew tired of resisting and stopped squirming to catch what breath she could. the bag was designed so the prey wouldn't suffocate, but the victim would certainly have a hard time breathing.
"Ok, I think she's calm now." Dancer cheered, standing up from on top of the compressed plastic bag. Indeed Femsat had calmed down, although she clearly wasn't happy and glared at them both. "You two better not be doing what I think your going to do!" She gasped out. Ken just looked at her with a big grin on his face and rebuttled "I really don't think you have a choice in the matter, now do you? You owed me a favor and this is going to be it." Dancer picked up the bag and carried it over to the oversized oven. Turning just slightly he used his tail to open up the door, followed by putting the Special Turkey inside. "Now now" He smirked, closing the door nearly all the way "Don't worry, you won't feel a thing." His evil grin hinted that the rest of the situation however might be painful. "Ok, now just to set it here for nine hours, and by tonight you should be plenty cooked enough." Not long after the gasses entered the main part of the oven, Femsat passed out.
The next thing Femsat realised when she woke up, is the apple stuck in her mouth and that she was bound up as tightly as she had ever been. "Ooh, this is just great." She thought in her head. "Either I'm in a new kind of bondage experiement, or "Her thoughts were interrupted as Ken jabbed his fork into her rump. "Or I've just been cooked and am being served as a meal!" The demons eyes grew wide as she felt Silver's paws grab ahold of her wing, and felt her teeth clamping down. "Ooh, how I really hope this is a dream!" Come on now! Wake up! Wake up!" As she felt her body being ripped apart by the two ravenous furries, she slowly lost feelings in her hips, then her torso, before finally completely passing out from the lack of blood and everything went dark.
With a gasp and a spooked jolt, Femsat's body straightened out. She looked around and realised it had all been just a dream. She had fallen asleep at her desk without realising it. "Ok, it was all just a dream." She whispered quietly to herself. "But how come it felt soo real?" the girl didn't have the alertness to come to the conclusion that her whole lower half had gone completely numb from the position she had slept in, and she fell out of her chair when she tried getting up to walk to the bathroom.
render / Femsat (c)
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