Author's Note

Written by The Villain in Glasses who shall one day go full-kink and write the kinkiest CTS smut ever. I believe in him. Show him you believe in him too and give him a follow to make sure you don't miss his CTS opus.

Featuring the Editing Talents of: Prof. Shrinky Frood, Panda-Samma, Silent Whisper (Who can no longer see thanksgiving the same way again)

Contains: Bondage, food play, predator-prey play, hunt play

Turkey Stuffing 101 (Predator/Prey Play, Food Play, Bondage, Turkies)

Gabby threw herself against the nearest tree. She brought a set of talons to her neck where a collar rested. She tugged at the scarlet, silver-studded circlet as she panted and gulped in great lungfuls of air. Her heart raced as her eyes darted about the foliage surrounding her.

Nothing moved.

She let out a slow breath of relief, finally allowing herself to relax a bit. How did she keep getting herself in these situations? Just a half hour ago she was completely safe in bed, now she was being hunted! She began tugging at the leather band around her barrel that kept her wings bound. However, just like the collar around her neck, it wouldn’t budge.

*snap*

Gabby’s head shot up from her task. Her head swiveled to take in as much of the forest as possible. Did she just imagine it? She strained her ears as far as they would go, filtering the ambient noise of the forest out of her keen hearing.

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Hoofbeats! Without wasting another second Gabby dove into some nearby bushes, clamping a claw over her beak to muffle the sound of her breathing as the one hunting her approached.

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Gabby was struggling to calm herself and breathe normally, her heart fluttering in her chest at the sound of her hunter’s hoofbeats slowly approaching her hiding spot. She waited in silent dread as the hoofbeats seemed to stop not three paces from where she hid.

After several long, agonizing seconds the source of the hoofbeats began to move again before fading away into the background. Gabby let out a long slow exhale to keep her noise down just in case her hunter was still nearby. She was safe, for now.

*click*

The sound echoed through the forest. Gabby’s eyes widened in horror as she stared at the band around her barrel.

And the six little electrodes branching out from it that latched onto her nipples.

Gabby quickly clamped her talons over her beak as the electrodes sent a cruel jolt of electricity through the sensitive flesh, wracking her body with a sudden wave of electric pleasure.

“Mmmpf!” She moaned into her talons, spasming until the charge wore off, panting and twitching as her body recovered from the sudden stimulus to her sensitive teats.

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She soon realized her mistake as the hoofbeats from earlier began to head back in her direction at a full gallop.

Wasting no time, Gabby scrambled to all fours to bolt off in the opposite direction, ducking and weaving through trees in a frantic attempt to escape her fate.

*thunk*

A dart with red fletching embedded itself in a tree next to her, causing her to stumble from the shock. She recovered quickly however, juking off to the opposite side and crashing through more shrubbery in a frantic attempt to lose the hunter again. More and more darts thudded into trees and bushes around her as she swerved to avoid them.

Her pursuer’s hoofbeats began to fade as the distance between them grew, her longer stride making up for her getting caught earlier. She started to sigh in relief…

...just before her front talons started to sink into the ground.

Gabby was pulled upwards with a terrified squeal as she was ensnared by the net that had erupted from right under her. The hunter hadn’t been chasing her, they’d been herding her, like nothing more than cattle.

And she had foolishly taken the bait, hook, line, and sinker.

Gabby frantically grabbed at the thick ropes that held her captive, bringing her talons and sharp beak to bear, slowly working through the thick fibrous material.

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Hoofsteps.

Gabby redoubled her efforts, letting out a panicked growl as she finally managed to snap one of the ropes right before a slight sting registered in her side. An icy cold feeling followed and spread through her body as her limbs went numb, the last thing she heard was a muffled chuckling before a bag was placed over her head, blacking out her vision and cutting off her hearing.

The chalk made a muted screeching sound as it was scraped against the blackboard in the Clocktower Academy classroom, writing out three words on the solid blank expanse: Staircase, Clockface, and Towertop. Gabby stepped back and set the stick of chalk back on it’s resting place before turning to face her class.“Alright, I know you were all supposed to start practical training today, but before I let you all go, I want to review the three safe words of the Society.” Gabby swept her gaze across the class, taking in the expressions of the students sitting at their desks before her. A mix of the various sentient races of Equus stared back, patiently waiting on the next part of her lecture.“As you know, the Clocktower Society is a place ponies, griffons, zebras, minotaurs, dragons, et cetera come to explore their kinks and fetishes without fear of reprisal or judgement from their peers from the outside world. This safe environment is is kept intact by one simple, unbreakable rule: Your Consent is Law.”She rapped the talons of her right claw against the blackboard, “to that end, all members whether they be dominants or submissives like us are required to know these three standard safewords behind me.” Gabby brought her tail around to show her class the bell tied to her tail. “Each safeword also has a corresponding number of bell chimes to go with them in the event that we’re unable to speak. Now, who can tell me the meaning and bell code behind each safeword?”

A lemon-yellow unicorn with a light blue mane in the front of the class tentatively raised her hoof. “Yes, Lemon Hearts?” Gabby said, gesturing for her to answer.The mare ran a hoof along her blank red academy collar, swallowing a bit before answering. “T-the first word, Staircase, is for asking the dominant to slow their pace when the play is going too fast, the bell code is three rings.” Lemon Hearts said nervously. “Clockface is for a break in play so that either the dominant or submissive can talk normally, without their roles interfering with it, bell code is five rings.” Lemon Hearts took a final, deep breath, “Towertop is for when the play begins to become too uncomfortable for either dominant or submissive. It’s coded by seven rings and is a signal for the dominant to ungag, untie, and move to aftercare.”Gabby nodded and smiled, “Good. Keep in mind that dominants can call any of these as well, but more often than not, these safewords are for the submissive’s benefit.” She walked out from behind the teacher’s podium, clearing her throat and addressing her class with a smile.“Outside the classroom are several graduated dominants who will be overseeing your practical training with the dominant’s class. As your teacher, I trust that you’ll know when to draw the line and use the safewords.”

After getting confirmation that they understood, Gabby dismissed her class. She held her cheerful smile until the last student left the room. Letting out a heavy sigh, Gabby braced herself against her podium, a dissatisfied frown on her face.

“Heya Dweeb.” Came a voice from right behind her, accompanied by a light spank to her rump. Gabby squeaked and jumped, turning to face the masked griffon hen behind her.“G-Gilda! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Gabby exclaimed, blushing hotly.

“You really didn’t make it that hard with how caught up you were. What happened to your usual energy?” Gilda asked, removing her white mask and twirling it around a single raised talon. “What are you talking about? I’m as energetic as ever!”

“Mhmm, sure.” Gilda replied, sounding entirely unconvinced.Gabby was about to try and continue the facade, but Gilda’s deadpan stare wasn’t wavering. She sighed and slumped again.

“...Is it really that obvious?” She asked sadly, giving a sidelong glance at her longtime friend.

“Yup. Besides, you and I both know nothing could sneak up on you. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, I’m just… augh!” Gabby buried her head in her talons, “I don’t want to say ‘bored’, I love Clocktower and it’s members. I guess I’ve just done everything there is to do here.”Gilda nodded her understanding and hugged Gabby briefly. “As it happens, I might have something that might cheer you up.”

“What is it?” Gabby asked.

Gilda grinned and reached under her wings, pulling out a slightly crumpled flyer. “Found this on the guild message boards, thought it looked interesting.” She passed it to Gabby. The flyer was plain white with a gold border, an image of a crossed fork and spoon sat square in the middle with the words “Golden Grape’s Turkey Tutorial” written above it. Directly below was a set of two meeting times and locations, one for dominants, another for submissives.

“Foodplay? I don’t know Gilda.” Gabby said, unsure, “I haven’t done much of it, that’s true. Mostly because all they do is dress you up as something edible and then ‘eat’ you. There really isn’t that much originality behind it all.” She was about to pass the flyer back to Gilda when she stopped her.

“Keep it,” Gilda said, “at least consider the option before you dismiss it. And hey, I’ll be there too, if it turns out to be disappointing, we can always have some fun afterwards.” Gilda turned and headed for the door, turning over her shoulder to give Gabby one last, long look. “I hope to see you there, Gabby.” And with that, she left the room, leaving Gabby to stare at the flyer that supposedly promised to break her boredom spell.

She sighed and shrugged, what could possibly go wrong?

Gabby groaned a bit as she began to recover her faculties, she still felt numb from whatever was in the needle. She was blindfolded and lying on a hard, metal surface with her rump raised and her talons tied behind her back.

Any attempt to move her wings and legs was met with failure as she found them to be held down with strong ropes. Her tail was similarly tied so that it was elevated, revealing her most intimate areas. More of her feeling came back as her jaw began to ache, an experimental prodding with her tongue revealed a flexible rubber ball gag in place, no doubt to accommodate for the bite strength of a griffon.

She squirmed a bit harder, attempting to break or at least slip out of her bonds. Unfortunately for her they held fast, their hold on her ironclad.

Her efforts were interrupted when her flank was smacked roughly. The bound hen gave a cute, muffled squeak.

“Looks like the main dish finally woke up.” A gravelly male voice said behind her. His tone left no illusions as to what he saw lying there, a piece of meat, nothing more.

“Hey, the class starts in five, is it prepped for the Chef?” Another voice, female this time, called out from some ways away.

“Yeah, it’s been cleaned and prepped, all ready for the demo.” The male voice replied, rubbing the place where he’d slapped her and drawing an involuntary moan from the hen.

Gabby shivered, a tiny thrill of fear traveling down her spine. Demo? What were these two talking about? What did they do to her, and what were they planning to do to her? Her heart began to hammer in her chest, but she resisted squirming. She didn’t want to get slapped on the rump again.

“You’re sure we can’t ‘tenderize’ this little morsel a bit?” The male voice said, the appendage rubbing her croup a bit more. Gabby trembled at the touch, her now restored faculties registering the hard, flat appendage as a hoof.

She silently wondered what the male voice meant by “tenderize”, she was already tied down, did that mean…? Gabby shuddered again at the thought of an unknown stallion using her to release his pent up-

“No, the Chef told us specifically to just prep the main dish. He said he’d show the proper way to tenderize it later during the demo.” The female voice replied, the tone suggesting that this wasn’t the first time she’d had to restrain her male counterpart.

“Tch, shame. He bagged quite the quality hen~”

Wait, chef!? Gabby began to panic again, were they going to eat her? Prepared like a steak at a barbecue? Squirming, she strained at the ropes binding her, trying desperately to break loose and escape. All this did was earn her another slap on her rump, drawing forth another moan as the fire in her rear burned anew.

“Well, it’s about time to cart her out to the stage.” The male voice sighed almost sadly, rubbing his hoof over her croup once again, drawing yet another shudder from the bound and helpless hen.

“Come on, you know the Chef doesn’t like being kept waiting.” The female voice chided.

*Clunk*

The metal surface Gabby was resting on suddenly shuddered, causing the hen to squeak in surprise. She would have jumped out of her feathers if she wasn’t already tied down.

The male voice chuckled again. “Oh yes, the Chef will have a fun time preparing this one.”

Gabby suppressed a whimper, instead focusing on listening to her surroundings. She was moving now, the sound of somewhat squeaky wheels confirming that fact. She felt a jolt as the cart hit a doorframe and made a sharp left turn. It was at this point that Gabby began to hear the voices.

It was a great cacophony of muffled mutterings that seemed to come from the area directly ahead of her. As she got closer, one voice in particular rang out, hushing the others.

Gabby stretched her hearing as much as she could, straining to hear the voice. She only caught the words “prepare” and “turkey” before the cart she was on crashed through another set of doors all too suddenly, causing her to yelp in shock. Her muffled cry echoed through the empty space. No sooner had it died down was it followed by a series of snickers, wolf-whistles, and lewd comments about her rump.

“Alright everypony, settle down. Yes, this is a rather fine specimen for a wild hen, but it is difficult to teach when I cannot be heard.” A new voice said, one that matched the one she had heard from the hall. A hush drowned out the other voices. Another pair of hooves reached around the sides of her face before untying the blindfold and pulling the dark cloth away.

Gabby blinked as her eyes readjusted to the sudden brightness before staring up at the stallion that towered over her. He was a well-built earth pony with a pale yellow coat and light blue mane. A bright red marquis mask obscured the upper part of his face and an apron concealed a very noticeable bulge on his lower body. The words ‘Serve The Cook’ were written in black, script-like letters across the chest of the apron.

She trembled, causing the metal serving tray she was lying on to rattle with her quivering. Was this the Chef? If so, what was he planning? She let out a soft whimper of anticipation as he lifted her chin, drawing a chuckle from the masked pony.

“Now then class, a quick review before we begin: who among you can tell me how to tell a good bird from a bad one? Yes, you in the third row.”

A female voice, filled with the kind of hunger expected from one who hadn’t eaten in a while and suddenly found a delicious meal before her responded. “The best birds have thick, meaty thighs and glutes, Chef. These are the best cuts for consumption.”

The Chef smiled and nodded. “Very good, you are correct. The thicker the bird, the more succulent your finished product will be. However, for the best results, it is reccommended that you tenderize them first.” With that, he walked out of Gabby’s limited field of vision to somewhere behind her, allowing the hen to finally see where she was without the Chef dominating her field of view.

She was on a stage of some kind, brightly illuminated by marquis lanterns and bordered by red, velvety curtains. Off to the side was a kitchen counter with a stove. A large stock pot sat covered over a low flame, wisps of steam escaping from the edges of the lid. Arranged on the counter were several implements, but because of her low angle, she couldn’t make out what they were. Beyond the stage was an audience who sat enveloped in shadows so that they only appeared as silhouettes, only their masks were visible, the various colors and decorations being the only way to tell them apart.

*snap*

She felt the rush of air long before the flogger impacted her folds, the snap of the leather causing her to shriek in pain into her gag. A hot, tingling sensation, like a thousand little flames began to bloom across her rear. She moaned and quaked at the sensation, shifting slightly in her bonds.

“Now, you don’t necessarily need to use a flogger like me, you can use a crop, vibrators, or even your own two hooves if you want to be more intimate with your meat. It’s simply a matter of personal preference.” The Chef said as he ground the butt end of the flogger’s handle into Gabby’s snatch, kneading and massaging it to draw out the burning mix of painful pleasure as long as possible.

“Now the number I recommend for a bird like this is around five to ten lashes. Of course the number varies depending on each specimen, which is why I’ll be adjusting for this hen after the initial five.” With that, the butt of the flogger left Gabby’s swollen pussy, exposing it to the cold air once more.

Gabby trembled with anticipation, panting and bracing herself for the next strike of the flogger, her lower lips quivering as the cold air of the stage bit at the sensitive flesh.

*snap*

“MMMMMPH!!!” Gabby squealed into the gag, the burning in her loins increasing again. She winked multiple times as she quivered from the pleasurable pain. The sound of her voice was like chum in the water as the masked ponies in the audience all watched, murmuring amongst themselves excitedly.

“Now look what you’ve gone and done, you’ve riled up my students with your gobbling, little turkey.” The Chef hissed in her ear, grinding the butt of the flogger into her burning folds before raising it up again for another stroke.

*snap*

The next snap of the flogger was much wetter than the last, but the effect was no less different. Gabby moaned into her gag like a wanton slut, panting as she eagerly awaited the next strike.

She was enjoying this.

Some part of her felt repulsed by it but she wanted more of the pain, the burning sensation, no… she needed it!

*snap*

Gabby’s eyes widened as one of the leather bands snapped against her clit. An electric shock lanced through her as she came hard. She groaned in pure bliss as she grinded her rump against the air in an attempt to ride out the wave of pleasure.*snap*

Gabby barely registered the stroke of the flogger as her mind glazed over in the afterglow of her climax, shuddering not with pain, but with orgasmic pleasure.

“Now, this hen was a bit on the younger side as far as turkeys go, so the number of strokes needed to properly tenderize it was simply the bare minimum.” The chef said as he trotted over to the table. He retrieved a rounded object from the countertop before walking back to his position behind Gabby.“However, this fact does change with age, so the quickest and easiest way to test if your bird is properly tenderized is to use one of these.” He held up the round egg vibrator so that the entire class could see it, driving them into a murmuring frenzy with the anticipation.“For this next part, I’m going to need absolute silence, as this cue is sound-based and takes a careful ear to listen to.”

When his class had quieted down, the Chef turned on the vibrator to it’s minimum setting before inserting it into Gabby’s abused and soaking pussy. The effect was immediate as Gabby arched her back and moaned lewdly. The hen drooled through the gag as the smooth vibrator teased her hypersensitive flesh. Every stroke of the cruel device only made her wetter and wetter.

The Chef turned the cart around so that the entire class could see her swollen, dripping sex. “Now listen carefully, once your bird is all ready, it should produce this sound when testing.” With that, he slipped the vibrator in and out of her pussy, resulting in a loud, wet *schlick* each time it slipped into her. Gabby began to huff and moan at the ministrations, grinding against the vibe each time it went in, and whining each time it left her.

The stallion chuckled and rubbed her rear, before turning back to the class. “Now that this bird is all prepped and ready, it’s time for the flavor injection.”Gabby trembled at his touch, her mind racing at what kind of salacious act he would force on her next. She didn’t have to waste long as the Chef undid his apron, letting his throbbing length out for all to see. “Now, before this next step, you’ll want to make sure that the brakes on your cart are locked in place first.” He pressed the aforementioned locks into place and turned back towards the silhouettes.

“For the flavor injection, you can use just about anything you wish, however, I will be using my own unique batter to do the deed.” The Chef said, clambering onto the cart, causing it to shudder, before placing the tip of his shaft over her entrance. The heat wafting from her folds tickling the flared head, causing his shaft to tremble.“You’ll also want to be sure, unf!” He grunted as he hilted himself into Gabby, causing the griffon hen to arch her back and mewl into her gag as she was suddenly filled. The Chef’s balls made a thick, wet *slap* as they smacked against her clit, sending another electric lance of pleasure through her already drenched pussy, drawing forth a pleasured gobble. “Make sure that you get your ‘baster’ as deep as you can, you want to make sure your bird is filled down to the deepest areas as you stuff it.”

Gabby gasped through her gag as he drew his cock back until the head was just barely scraping against the inside of her vulva, the pulsing tip of his meat driving her mad with anticipation. Just as she thought she could not bear the suspense any longer, he thrusted into her with all the warning and force of a stampeding rhino. She cried out helplessly into her gag as she was spread wide apart by his merciless spear. At no point was it a stallion making love to a hen. She was merely meat being spread and prepared for her stuffing by the chef. She could only writhe and squirm against her bonds helplessly, powerless to stop him slowly and methodically preparing his masterpiece. He pounded her, tenderized her, rough, hard and thorough, working her spasming hole through her cries and screams of passion.

“Now you’ll notice” The Chef said, not missing a beat as he continually pounded her dripping pussy, “that I have by bird set up on a tray, this is because we’ll be recycling any juices that come out.” The chef huffed, changing his angle before thrusting again, smashing his member against her G-spot.The resulting wave of pure, mind-destroying pleasure overwhelmed Gabby’s senses as her eyes shot wide open, clamping hard around the chef’s baster as she came again.The Chef quickly yanked his member out and replaced it with his hoof, mashing her inner walls and clit roughly as her juices came spilling out onto the tray. His harsh ministrations soon gave rise to another orgasm, the resulting backsplash coating part of his hoof. “Looks like this one’s a squirter!” He remarked, shaking the excess cum off his hoof and wiping it off before mounting her again and thrusting like maniac, slamming her g-spot over and over like a battering ram, not allowing his turkey go cold. Leaning over, the Chef lightly bit her neck, growling slightly as the pressure on his cock increased.

Gabby had only just begun to recover when she was spread by his glorious spear, screaming and gobbling when his teeth found her neck, sending a jolt of both fear and excitement down her spine as the feral rutting continued. With a snap of the catch, her gag fell out of her beak, allowing her screams of delight to echo unrestricted through the hall, stirring the masked ponies into another frenzy. It was too much, the savage rutting, the excitement of so many ponies watching her as she keened, moaned, and gobbled like a wanton slut in front of all of them. All of it threw her into a second climax, screaming to the heavens as she clamped down hard on his cock. It wasn’t long before he joined her as well, pulling back and thrusting as deeply as possible, slamming against her with a grunt as his balls pulsed. Gabby moaned in pure pleasure, her tongue rolling out of her beak as spurt after spurt of the Chef’s fresh, hot ‘special’ gravy bathed her insides, painting her inner walls white.

She was held there for a few moments as the Chef rode out his climax before pulling out of her and producing a wet washcloth and a silicone toy with a knot at the end. “As with all utensils you use, make sure your baster is properly cleaned and ready for it’s next use.” He wiped the excess juices off his shaft and covered it up with the apron again, inserting the toy into Gabby’s dripping snatch, “you also want to make sure you’re not wasting any of the gravy you injected your bird with.” He then picked up a remote and pressed a button, activating the bulb inside the toy, drawing a soft trill of pleasure from the exhausted hen.

“Now we just let her roast for a bit on high, we’ll turn it down low a little later.” The Chef said, inserting the ball gag back into Gabby’s beak, muffling her moans again. “Now then!” He said, clapping his hooves together, “since we’re short on time, I’ll just go ahead to the next step. Getting our hen ready for plating.”With that, The Chef stepped away from Gabby and walked over to where the large stock pot was bubbling merrily on the burner. He leaned down and retrieved a large syringe-like object from the cupboard under the counter with a plug shaped nozzle on one end. “Remember when I said we’d be reusing our hen’s juices?” He tapped the lid of the pot with the syringe, “what I have in here is an altered version of your typical cranberry sauce, using Starbright as a base instead of water.”

Gabby’s eyes widened, Starbright was one of the many non-alcoholic concoctions that was served in the Society. The Zebrican concoction heightened the body’s sensitivity to incredible levels, making a simple touch feel… Gabby shook her head. He used that as the base? Her mind raced as her body shuddered in anticipation for what he was about to do.

The Chef sauntered back to Gabby, syringe in hoof and began sucking in her spilled juices with the implement before returning to the simmering pot and opening the lid, resulting in a large cloud of steam billowing out, followed by the mouthwatering aroma of the stewing cranberries. Without further ado, The Chef raised the syringe and depressed the plunger, squirting her sticky juices into the already syrupy concoction before grabbing a ladle in his other hoof and stirring it in.

“For those of you who don’t know,” The Chef began as he meticulously mixed the hen’s juices into the dull red mixture, “Starbright is a Clocktower concoction derived from a Zebrican heat potion. It partially disables the buffer that dulls sensation, the actual recipe is known only by the Zebrican Potion Masters and members of CTRL however.” He grinned as he finally finished mixing the concoction, letting it cool before dipping the syringe into it again and pulling the plunger back, drawing in the sauce, cranberries and all into the clear tube.“You’re going to want to make sure your hen is properly cleaned for this next part,” he remarked as he walked back over Gabby, loaded syringe in hoof. He walked back behind her again and inserted the bulbed nozzle of the tool into her asshole, drawing a muffled squeak from the hen as her ass was suddenly violated, “for the sake of time, I had my assistants clean her properly backstage so we can get right to the dressings.”He depressed the plunger, ejecting the warm, syrupy concoction into Gabby’s ass, causing her eyes to roll back in sheer bliss as each individual berry in the sauce made a soft pop as they pushed past the end of the nozzle and into her bowels, filling her with warmth… a warmth that quickly grew as the Starbright began to take effect. She trilled in lusty pleasure as she was filled, stuffed like a proper hen. Each berry that made it past her anal bud making a greater and greater impact as more of the starbright sauce was pumped into her.

Suddenly, all too suddenly, The Chef stopped pressing down on the plunger. Gabby let out a low whine as her thighs trembled, subtly shaking her rear with a needy expression on her face. Without the constant stimulation of the syringe’s contents, the painful, burning need began to spread through her. The Chef chuckled, lightly spanking her croup, drawing a shocked gasp from her as the Starbright magnified the sensation tenfold, a pleasurable tingling sensation spreading from the shallow hoofprint in her coat, just before she was grabbed around her waist and turned over carefully, the agonizingly slow process made even more painful as the Starbright made her feel every little feather, every patch of fur as she was flipped onto her back and had her tail unbound and tied down to the cart with a minimal amount of rope.

“Be sure to be very gentle with your hen during this point of the final preparation,” The Chef said, grunting as he carefully set her down on the cart again, her filled pussy exposed fully to the audience as The Chef reached for the knotted dildo in her snatch, “if you’re too forceful, she’ll spasm and all your work will be lost, we don’t want that, now do we?”

Finally, he pulled out a set of clamps from the pocket of his apron and with one swift motion, pulled the dripping, knotted toy from her ravaged pussy and spread them wide, carefully attaching the clamps to each of her lips and looping the other end through a slot in each of her rear cuffs, drawing a hoarse squeal from Gabby as the clamps bit mercilessly into her soft flesh, spreading her and causing a small dribble of “gravy” to slip out of her snatch. “And now for the final touch, simply drizzle a little of our special sauce of her...” The Chef said, raising the syringe into position again, and depressed the plunger, letting a long, steady drizzle of the dark red sauce into and around her snatch. The dark red liquid pooling inside her pussy mixed with the white gravy as the warmth of the starbright spread through Gabby once more, causing her to shudder in pleasure as her eyes rolled back in orgasmic bliss. Her body was merely going through the motions at this point, she’d cum so many times already that the pleasure had all begun to blend together into a constant state of bliss. “...aaaand we’re done!” The chef said pleasantly, giving the finished bird a quick once-over, pausing slightly when he saw the blank, pleasure-addled look in Gabby’s eyes before turning to the assembled audience.“There you have it, fillies and gentlecolts, a fresh holiday turkey, thoroughly prepared and perfectly seasoned for the palate-pleasing pleasures of any high-class table.” He bowed to thunderous applause, waiting a few moments before continuing, “now, if you would all proceed toward the exit, you will find a gift from me: a selection of your own turkeys with my own seal of approval. Each of you may select one and practice this recipe in the adjoining economics classroom, my staff will be around to assist as needed...”Gabby didn’t hear what he said next as her eyes drifted shut, letting herself drift off into a soft slumber...

Gabby groaned as she began to regain consciousness, her head was still fuzzy from all the orgasms she’d just gone through. She smacked her dry beak, stirring slightly. She wasn’t sure where she was, nor did she care. All she knew was that she was moving.“Here, drink this, can’t have you getting dehydrated now.” A gentle, yet firm voice said as she felt something cold lightly touch her cheek before a straw brushed against her beak. Her beak closed around the straw automatically. A cool, refreshing liquid began to fill her mouth. Water.Greedily, she gulped down the life giving substance, allowing its cool embrace to soothe the various minor aches that had just begun to set into her bones. “Wh-where am I?” She croaked, her voice was still rough from all her moaning and screaming. It didn’t look like she’d be singing anytime soon.

“We’re on our way to get you a bath. You’ve earned it after everything you’ve been through.” The voice replied just as they turned a corner. Gabby nodded and tried cracking her eyes open, only to shut them as piercing light lanced into her retinas with merciless abandon, drawing a somewhat pained groan from the hen. “Just lie back and rest now, Gabby. I’ll take care of everything from here on out.”

Gabby gave a very griffon-like grunt as she squeezed her eyes shut again. “Who are you?” She mumbled.

“My name is Golden Grape. You probably don’t really remember me, but we met in Ponyville once.” Grape said, speaking in soothing tones.“Sorry, I can’t place the name with your face until I see it.” She replied groggily.

“Remember? We met on the bridge near the town square. I was dealing with some major horse apples and then you came along, gave me a hug, and said ‘everything would be ok’.” He chuckled a bit, his voice trailing off before continuing. “We’d just met and you’d already done so much for me. So when I heard about you going through a funk, I decided to return the favor as best a novice dom could. Did it help?”Realization flooded through Gabby as she remembered exactly who this pony was, what she’d done at that time was purely on instinct, but to ‘see’ him here of all places, doing his best to make her feel better caused her chest swell with happiness. She let out a soft murr and smiled. “More than you know, Golden. More than you know.”

They traveled in silence for a few minutes before Golden spoke again, “hey Gabby?”She tried again to open her eyes, only to slam them shut again as the lights still proved too bright for her, “yeah?” She said softly, her voice having recovered somewhat.“I wasn’t… I didn’t go too far with you did I? I saw your face at the end of the prep and I got a little worried… ” He chuckled nervously, “you looked really spaced out, and I thought I’d accidentally broken you to the point where you couldn’t use your bell, so I ended the class a bit early...”Gabby snorted and swatted his chest lightly with her tail, “Golden, I know my limits. You were pushing them in ways no one else had in a long time sure, but breaking me would take a little bit more than that.”“O-oh… Well that’s a relie-” Golden mumbled, only to have his next sentence interrupted by Gabby’s tail tapping his chest again, “wasn’t quite finished there Golden.” She said simply.“S-sorry...” He mumbled again.Gabby coughed lightly, clearing her throat a bit before continuing, “I really had fun tonight Golden, seriously, no one’s been able to thrill me like that in a long time, so please, don’t worry about being too rough with me, you were fine. Heck, I’d say you were more than fine, that’s some impressive stamina you have there.” She turned her head toward him, offering a smirk in his direction.Golden cocked an eyebrow, “I thought I was the one who was trying to make you feel better.” Gabby’s smirk morphed into a soft smile as she turned her head and lay them down on her talons, curling up a little more while purring softly, “kindness is a two-way street Golden, you already proved that much tonight.” Golden was about to retort when the first of her snores reached his ears, rolling his eyes, he slowed his pace, making sure to jostle the cart less so that he wouldn’t wake her again. His mind wandered to the other surprise he’d had prepared for tonight. It was sitting in a drawer in his private chamber, waiting for the result of tonight’s efforts. Though it seemed he’d have to ask her about it when she woke up from her nap first.With a slight spring in his step, Golden Grape wheeled the cart around another corner and through the bustling halls of CTS, humming softly to himself.