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Thankful of Burds to Stuff

This was Ceylon's most loved holiday and favorite time of the year. Sure, much of the year's monthly holidays revolved around celebrating the changing of the seasons, the never-ending march of time, some monumental event from the past, or just general excuses for gift-giving, but none were quite the same as the time of Thanksgiving. Also known as the Harvest Festival, Thanksgiving was a time of self indulgence of the best bounties of food while also thanking friends and family for their contributions to your life. No gifts were exchanged, but gifts were given from the land to the bellies of those who live off it.

The Harvest Festival was usually celebrated by a massive feast, where families and friends gathered to eat all the fruits, vegetables, meats, and other foods that were going out of season in soups, roasts, casseroles, and pies. This was a time when all the food was eaten, and whatever was left was offered to the land that created it, that way the creatures of the forest and eventually the worms in the dirt would eat the rest. Not one bit went to waste, even though many felt that tossing food to the forests was, in fact, a waste.

As a lover of nature, Ceylon didn't feel that way. In her mind, returning the leaves, roots, and other waste products as well as the leftovers to the land was as generous as one could be, and her feasts were often deliberately over-fed in order to give more back to the soil and the animals that lived in and around her home.

But this year wasn't hosted at Ceylon's cave. Instead, she and Leera had made the long trip to the foothills of Mount Saff'Rald, where their long-time friends Ilorek and Valencia resided nestled in between the city of Klyneth and the surrounding forest land. Also travelling all the way from Arrenthen was princess Talba and Prince Vaulix. The six of them had been friends for many, many years and celebrated at one of their homes each Harvest Festival, cycling from Ceylon's mountain lodge to Ilorek's Ranch to Talba's castle. This year, other guests were also said to be invited.

Valencia's half sisters Trisani and Natasha both were coming along with their dorm roommate Arnika. Talba and Vaulix's loyal servers Mikhail, Kezia, and Chiryn were also joining, and Ilorek's friendly neighbor Rufus was invited as well. Ceylon and Leera didn't bring any guests, since they usually kept to themselves and felt that this many people all in one place was too much as it stood. As introverts, Ceylon and Leera could already tell that they were about to be overwhelmed by the presence of strangers the second they stepped foot on the property. Leera laid her belly scales along the gravel and grass, Ceylon stood.

"Can we just go back home, dear?" Leera asked, leaning in close to Ceylon's side, her smooth scales rubbing up against his warm fur and feathers. She was just barely too big to coil up on his back, the size of a very large python or small anaconda. Normally she wouldn't do much to participate in the Harvest Festival, since she had little to give thanks for in the traditional sense. As a mostly feral-looking naga, she ate perhaps a half dozen times all year and had no desire or ability to eat the carrots or potatoes or uriel fruits that were traditionally part of the Thanksgiving celebration.

But Ceylon wasn't so keen on letting her leave. Cey - as her friends called her - was just as uninterested in being part of a large group of strangers as Leera was, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to support and help out with the night. "Sorry, m'Leera, but we're here for the weekend. I'm sure nobody would mind if you ducked out halfway through the meal to go chill in the ravine or out at the shack. Play with some potions or something that Ilorek has back there." She cradled her mate's snake chin and purred a bit, extending a wing to wrap around Leera's form as they continued up the path to the ranch.

Ilorek's home was nice and big, yet simple. From the dirt road was a long two-lane path for steed-drawn carriages to go to and from the house, a ranch home with a stable built right into it. The path was flanked by two large fields, the one to the right a thin one for grazing and temporary holding that was nestled up against the forest to the north; the left field was the larger of the two and was linked to the house via the stables. Usually there were horses, cows, pigs, ulokar, or even feral gryphons in those fields, some of which Ilorek used for special videos starring Arnika the northern fox bitch. At the home itself, a large clearing with a barbecue and a huge barn nestled in against the northern field, and there was even a small shack beyond the northern fence in the emerald-leafed Klyneth forest.

The banquet feast would be held in the barn, with the food cooked in the in-ground barbecue and in the house itself.

As the two partners arrived, they saw they were some of the last ones to show. Rufus the red roo, Arnika, Trisani, and Natasha had already arrived and were helping Ilorek and Valencia set the table prior to the rest of the guests arriving. Talba and Vaulix alongside their servants had arrived, as evidenced by their red-wood and gold-lined carriage hitched at a post by the south field. They must have already been inside.

"CeyCey! Leera! Welcome!" Valencia called out as she caught sight of them through the open, sliding barn door. She leapt over a chair and flutter-hopped her way over to the two of them, giving them each an affectionate hug. "Glad to see you both! I'm surprised you made it!" Her tiny stature barely came up to Ceylon's belly, but that didn't stop Ceylon from leaning in for a hug from her wing-arms. Valencia was bat-like, with features from avian and canine both and wings on her arms with her long fingers connected by a thin membrane, only forefinger and thumb free of her wings. She had vibrant red braids with blue gems on the back and she wore a pilgrim's vest over her chest with a short skirt on her lower half, fluffy wolf-like tail wagging underneath it.

Ceylon nodded. "Yeah, there was a bit where we weren't sure if we were going to show or not. Leera has quite the hard time slithering her way down the mountainside for a meal she can't enjoy, but I made her come with fear of not being able to have me for dinner next month!" She used her wing to nudge her mate, who shifted her long body to avoid the gentle touch.

"Well I'm glad you came. Come on in, there's plenty of room for everyone and we'll be eating in less than an hour; probably twenty minutes at most. The Ulokar roast is almost done, but the veggies and potatoes are all pretty much ready. Come, sit, sit!" She guided Ceylon towards the barn, easing the two of them into their spots.

The banquet table was massive, filling the entire barn's hallway with ease. There were stalls at one end, each with horses in them, but the barn was overall clean and devoid of any smells other than the pleasant aromas of the dozens of plates of mashed, baked, fried, grilled, and delightfully seasoned vegetables and the faint sweetness of hay and straw in the loft. One end was full of chairs for the bipeds while the few slots at the other end were open for Ceylon and Leera - the only non-bipeds that would be joining the Harvest Festival feast. Plates and goblets were already set up, with large bottles of wine and cider open and breathing for the meal.

At the opposite end was Ilorek, the head of the Thanksgiving festivities and FeastMaster. He was a very tall black, red, and gold hippogryph with avian feet and equine feathering around his ankles and wrists; he was fussing about with the placement of the forks, knives, spoons, and bowls. There was a pair of thick oven mitts next to his plate at the corner of the table, which he'd likely be using to get the ulokar roast when the time came. "Ladies! Long time no see! Welcome to our Harvest Festival Thanksgiving party! We have all your favorites so far, With some salads, baked squash, corn puree, garlic potatoes, fruit bowls, and hearty Festival Minestrone soup! Please, introduce yourself to anyone you're not familiar with, and I'll be right back with the soup, then the roast!" He grabbed the two oven mitts and slid them each on, bowing gently before leaving the barn to return to the ranch house.

Leera did her usual thing by lowering her head to the ground and slithering between feet and chair legs, eventually coming to bundle up in a tight coil at the opposite end of the table where Ceylon was designated. She wasn't as much interested in socializing except with friends she already had, so she was content with her chin on the edge of the table, tongue flicking out to get a scent-taste of all the delicious food she couldn't eat.

Ceylon, on the other hand, went from person to person introducing herself to the new folks she'd not met before. From the head of the buffet table was Ilorek, and to his right was the spot where his mate Valencia was designated, followed by Trisani and Natasha, then the new folks Arnika and Rufus. The other side was designated for Talba, Vaulix, Mikhail, Chiryn, and Kezia, all folks familiar names to Ceylon save for Kezia. Ceylon wasn't particularly social either, but was still amicable enough to go and say hi; she knew of Arnika and had met her in the past but wasn't familiar with the northern fox, so she offered a front talon to shake as Arnika did the same, paw-shaking with her. "Pleasure to meet you." Ceylon said as Arnika leaned in for a hug.

As she wrapped her arms around Ceylon's neck, nuzzling into the thick feathers there as she wagged her tail close to the table. "Pleasure's all mine, miss floofs!"

The situation was a little awkward for Ceylon, but she gently wrapped her front talon around the fox's hip to hug back before wing-waving to Valencia's half sisters, Trisani and Natasha. Both of which waved back, then continued to chat among each other about particularly lewd things that they'd do with Arnika on the next video. While they chatted, Ceylon turned to Rufus, a tall but thick-built roo with short red and peach fur. He was wearing a little black pilgrim hat while he silently observed the rest of the crew, glancing over to the other side of the table where the others were due to show up once they emerged from the house.

"Hey there. I'm Ceylon, pleasure to meet you." She said to Rufus as she placed a talon on his shoulder. "And I believe you are Rufus, right?"

He smiled and nodded, taking Ceylon's wrist in his palm and giving a gentle shake. "Yep! That's me! So what brings you to Ilorek's humble abode?" He had a knife in his hand and was gently flipping it about, fidgeting with it while he spoke. His demeanour was pleasant, so Ceylon didn't have any concerns about the way he was handling the knife or glancing across the table at the warm-colored buffet before them. She often fidgeted with objects when around a lot of people she wasn't familiar with, too.

Ceylon shuffled to the side and sat her haunches down, extending a wing to preen at its long feathers. "Oh, Ilorek and I go back a very, very long time. Our crew, the Klyneth dozen, used to celebrate every Thanksgiving up in the Cradle of Dalon - the tall mountains to the west of here - but life got in the way and the other six no longer are able to make it most years."

"Dozen of you, huh? So which ones are they?" His ears perked up a bit and he smiled. "Who's missing from this little get-together?"

"Well, there's Leera and myself." Ceylon started, while nodding his beak to point towards his mate's head that was still resting heavily on the side of the table. "Ilorek and Valencia, then Talba and Vaulix are the ones that are here. The ones that Celebrate to the east are Yelena and Sanfrit, Keran and Satsierra, then finally Olfrin and Luero. The twelve of us were inseparable in our early years, but life got in the way and we rarely meet up anymore. Still, we're all great friends and love to meet up. Even Leera loves coming to visit from time to time, even if she's a little grumpy."

Leera stuck her tongue out, making a bit of a raspberry as she did so.

"But don't mind her. I promise she's nicer than she seems. Just very reclusive. Anyway, what brings you to the ranch today? I've heard Valencia talk about her sisters and Arnika, but you're new to me. Ilorek hasn't mentioned you."

Rufus chuckled a bit to himself. "Yeah, sounds like him. Naw, I'm a friend of his, used to be his mechanic. I love to tinker with his stuff, help him fix the barn, and build the machines he uses to till the fields. I'm his own personal engineer! The fact I live down the road from him certainly helps. What started as a professional relationship has since become a friendship; at least I hope, before inviting me to the Harvest Festival feast, I wasn't sure, but now I know! Makes sense that he hasn't mentioned me, we only met a few months back, but we like a lot of the same things." He paused and leaned in, using his powerful tail as balance while he got in close to Ceylon and whispered, "Plus his girl Valencia is pretty hot and they're into that open relationship thing, so I've been trying to get up in that for weeks now."

Ceylon rolled her eyes before whispering back. "Well, you might wanna try being a bit more direct. If she hasn't pounced you yet, it's because she doesn't realize you're interested. But trust me on this, don't get involved with her unless you're also willing to lift a tail to him. All's fair, right?" She winked and smiled, a beaky gape grin across her face before she turned and went to her spot, grabbing the headdress that was neatly folded next to her plate. "And now, I dress for the occasion!" She grabbed it and placed it on her head, shuffling over to make Leera move to her designated spot.

Arnika raised her arms and cheered. "Woohoo! Food times!" Valencia, Natasha, and Trisani soon followed by emulating the same cheer for a brisk moment before Ceylon realized it wasn't a random exclamation.

From the large sliding barn door came Ilorek walking briskly with a massive stewing pot in both his hands, lid on and steam escaping through the rim. "Outta my way, move, move!" He was quick to walk steady around the banquet table, gingerly placing it on a stool behind the sisters. "Alright, soup is served! Bring your bowls and I will serve you each individually" He grabbed the lid and pulled it away, revealing a thick cloud of aromatic steam that erupted to the rafters above. Immediately, the entire cloud of steam widened and filled the entire barn with the scents of a dozen more seasonings and flavors of the harvest, urging everyone to get up and wait in line with bowl in hand.

Behind Ilorek came the rest of the guests, with Princess Talba daintily stepping forth with her light pink dress shimmering around her waist, the gold and jade jewelry a radiant image on her chest. Vaulix was nicely dressed as well, with a dapper jacket and vest on his top with a suede kilt on his lower end. Their servants Mikhail, Chiryn, and the feline Kezia were equally well dressed, wearing nice clothes similar to their prince and princess. Mikhail and Chiryn were adorned with similar jackets and kilts, while Kezia was wearing a fluffy maid outfit of the same colors as princess Talba. All of them happily say down opposite the rest of the guests while Ilorek started stirring the pot of soup.

Ceylon felt herself melt at the smells, her spine tingling and tail flicking out behind her; her mouth was watering and a single strand of drool escaped the side of her beak, which Rufus reached out to clean with his fingertip. She shook herself from her daze and laughed at his brashness.

"Careful there, big girl, don't wanna stuff you too much." He winked before grabbing his bowl. "Come on, time to eat. This smells wonderful."

Rather than follow in the footsteps of the others, Ceylon remained at her spot, leaning over and holding Leera's chin to her chest, grabbing her from her spot resting on the edge of the table. "Come on, you don't have to stay the whole meal. Stick around for the thanks, then nobody will notice if you go to the ranch for the rest of the night. Mmmkay?"

She hissed at him with an affectionate smile. "If you sssay so." She winked, nuzzled Ceylon's chest feathers, then returned her chin to the edge of the table, leaving her mate to go get some soup.

Once Ceylon joined the rest of the group, she found herself behind Rufus with her bowl in her front talon. Rufus glanced back to her with a sly grin as his tail tip flicked behind him, gently caressing Ceylon's wrist as he leaned back on it. She didn't mind of course, but Rufus still commented on it when he noticed.

"Oh, sorry about that, love. I didn't see you there." He was clearly being facetious, based on his sly grin and the subtle nod he offered her. "I suppose that's what I Get for-"

She cut him off by stepping on his tail, pinning the thick end of it to the ground. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. Tiny little roo boy, I could sit on you!"

"I wouldn't have a problem with that. Big girl like yourself is probably all soft and fluffy on the belly." He paused and stepped forward as the one in front of him got her soup and went to their spot at the banquet hall. As Ilorek poured a few ladles full of the deep red soup into his bowl, Rufus made a puppy-dog pout look at him. "Please sir, I'd love some more than that! This is the Harvest Festival!"

Ilorek grinned and reached down deep where all the vegetables were at the bottom, capturing as much of the solid ingredients as he could to fill the bowl with carrots and squash and potatoes and corn. "There ya go. Don't overdo it before the main course!"

"Oh please, I assure you this is just the beginning. You and Val make great food and I can assure you I'd make room for the next meal no matter how stuffed I am." He paused and nudged Ceylon's shoulder. "Of course, I like stuffing others as well."

Ilorek tapped the side of Rufus' bowl with the metal ladle, indicating it was time for him to return to his spot at the table. "Go on, that's enough lewdness; if you wanna do some stuffing, I certainly hope you're in the mood to be stuffed as well, and I don't expect it to be easy for you, not like a delicious meal." He grabbed his crotch in a crude display before lightly kicking at Rufus, urging the roo to carefully hop away and back to his seat.

Ceylon was next in line, and Ilorek happily filled her bowl with hearty harvest soup. "Don't let his forward behavior get too bad. He's quite excitable!"

"That's alright. You know I'm a lot like you, I appreciate upfront honesty. Trust me, I'll be fine." She bowed and grabbed her bowl around the lip with all her talons and made her way back to the end of the bed, with Leera coiling up around her haunches and lower body for the warmth. It was getting cold and a naga's body was cold blooded so she needed as much heat as she could get.

Rufus was already sipping his soup, glancing sidelong at Ceylon as the new guests on the opposite side of the table left to get in line for more soup. In between tastes, he leaned back and stretched a bit, still glancing over at her. "So, what do you love about this season? Personally, I like the stuffing the most." He said with a cheeky smirk.

But that's when Ceylon decided to start playing along with his flirtation. She leaned in close and said to him, "Well, I'm a burd. Burd with a 'U' that is. So you know what that means? I get stuffed every Thanksgiving, and it doesn't matter what end you do it from. That is, if you have the supplies to do it right. I hope a hoppy bloke like yourself has the stuff to cram in a burd like me." She winked and went back to her soup bowl, staring at him even as she lapped at the broth.

He tightened up a bit, crossing his legs under the table as his powerful tail gripped at the back end of the chair. "I'll have to see what I can do, for sure." He took another sip of his soup, growing increasingly unnerved by Ceylon's stare. At least at first. He wasn't the kind to shy away from such an exchange, so he shuffled his chair forward and took the sexiest taste of soup he could possibly muster, with exceptional tongue work and a deep, guttural gulp followed by licking his lips.

Meanwhile, Leera glanced up over the side of the table to see the two goofing off with each other, and she saw an opportunity to mess around with both of them. While Ceylon was returning a jovially sexy soup tasting, she slid the back end of her body up and around the leg of the table, using her tail to lightly caress his inner thigh, stopping him dead in his tracks. As soon as she noticed that he had picked up on her touch, she pulled away and coiled back up, coy and innocent as she flicked her tongue.

In response, Rufus raised an eyebrow and showed some of his teeth. "Well why didn't tell me you had a certain hunger...?"

"I'm always hungry, darling."

Just after finishing feeding everyone, Ilorek closed the lid to the soup pot and returned to the house, bringing back the Ulokar roast for the dozen people there.

After that, the group stood up in their one by one thanks for each of the things the land had granted them over the last year. The tradition was simple, where every agen from the table would get their bowl of soup or salad served to them from the host - whatever appetizer they wanted - and when it was done they would thank the land and family for what it gave them. This was to signify life to adolescence, when parents would care for them as young. Then, they would each carve their own from the roast and fill their own plates, and they would eat together, getting as stuffed as they possibly could. This would signify the bulk of their adult life. Before eating dessert - the part of the meal representing retirement - Each would take time pledging to give back to the land, be it through charity or ecology work.

Then, after dessert, death. That's when the leftovers were returned to the soil for the plants and animals to feast on, thus returning to Dalon. Compost.

Ilorek and Valencia started with their thanks, expressing gratitude for the land their home was built on and the magic that made them special. Trisani and Natasha both thanked the ground for the herbs they had smoked, while Arnika thanked for the opportunities offered her in her job. Vaulix and Talba thanked Arrenthen for the bountiful land they called their home, while their servants thanked for their masters.

When it got to Rufus, he stood tall to thank everyone in attendance for making such a wonderful meal and bringing everyone together, leaving only Ceylon and Leera to say their thanks. Ceylon stood tall and extended a wing to allow Leera to climb her form, only to realize that Leera had already ducked out, likely to go watch the stream or frolic in the field with the horses. She liked animals more than people, especially animals she could eat (But not to worry, she wouldn't eat Ilorek's livestock without being granted permission first).

Eventually, Ceylon came to thank the land for the magic in her body, the friends she'd been introduced to, and the warmth of the season in Klyneth. Up in the mountains where Ceylon and Leera lived, it was too cold to have Leera outside of the house or returning any organic material to the land.

As was traditional, the moment Ceylon finished her speech, every single person started ravenously grabbing for various foods, piling up various seasonal noms on their plates and fighting over who got to carve the roast next, with the hosts going last after everyone else ate. As was traditional.

The conversation over the food was a bit more relaxed. This part of the meal was dedicated to living life to the fullest, to enjoying your adult life to the maximum potential. Ceylon and Ilorek talked about that time they started a pirate fleet on the Ijimulian Ocean, opposing the tyrannical rule of Talba's military vessel. Talba, in turn, commented about the crystals that rained from the sky, plunging her entire nation into a state of unrest for the better part of two years, and how they managed to hide the crystals away in a cave on a private island. Mikhail and Kezia both reveled in their arrival at Castle Arrenthen, and the huge improvement in their life after being hired by princess Talba and Prince Vaulix.

As the six old friends reminisced on all the things they did for and to the land, the other guests slowly grew confused. They talked of going to wars, fighting with and against one another, and engaging in acts from history, but none of them looked particularly old. The War of the Epicelian Gems, for instance, happened hundreds of years ago, and the oldest one of the group looked no more than thirty. Rufus and Arnika made jokes about them going senile early, but that didn't stop the hosts and Ceylon from talking about historical events as though they were actually there.

Rufus was no stranger to the traditions of the Harvest Festival, but he had never heard of telling tall tales or making up stories in the place of actual memories, but he wasn't one to interrupt. Mostly he was the kind to sit back and observe, for he was very keen on the idea of understanding how things work. As he ate his vegetables, he was trying to think up why the hosts would be telling such tall tales. Was it just a tradition of theirs that they did on their own? Was it representative of the nations they came from? Talba and Vaulix were named after the king and queen from many generations prior, so maybe they were anthropomorphizing their nation in their stories. What if it was just a way to goof off and confuse the outsiders like Rufus and Arnika? Ilorek and especially Valencia were both tricksters, so that would make sense.

Instead of asking or calling anyone out, he decided to do a little experiment, pitching in his own fake experience. "Oh, well I remember the War of the Skies. I was an archer, protecting the land from the attacking siege of the gryphons." He looked over at Ceylon with a grin as he mentioned her race. "Those dastardly aerial catbutts were a real hassle, but burn a wing with a fire arrow and they crashed right to the ground." His comment immediately hushed the entire room. He could have apologized, but decided that, no, his ruse had gone too far. "Oh yeah, I hated doing it, but a soldier has to do what he has to do. Defending the land from the sky, right?"

Ceylon's look went from one of lighthearted joviality to one of unimpressed bemusement. "Sir roo, I was there for the War of the Skies, and I can assure you that you were not there."

"Well, you totally should have paid more attention. Western front, right? siege of the great wall? I was totally there. Saw a, uh, blue feathered bird go down next to my war buddy and...uh...." He stopped, realizing that the more he made up the less the others seemed keen on his little joke.

Ilorek stood tall at the other end of the table. "I'm sorry Rufus, but that battle was over three hundred years ago. You certainly were not there." The mood was oddly somber for what was supposed to be a joyous occasion. "So I'd appreciate you taking that back. Your joke was not funny."

"Huh? I thought it was. Why are you all saying you were in the Epicelian Gem war or the Ijimulian piracy siege? Those happened hundreds of years ago, too!" He slumped back down in his chair, further confused about the situations that the others said they participated in.

That's when Ilorek clicked his beak and sat back down. "Right, I forgot that you're not as old as the dozen of us. Rufus, my friend, I have to let you know that the twelve of us are considerably older than we look. Been around a long, long time thanks to some potions we concocted long ago, giving us nigh-everlasting life. I'd say I'm, what...four hundred and fifty? Ceylon, you're what, nearly five hundred?"

"Four hundred, Eighty Six. Keran's older, though." Ceylon chirped across the desk. "But who's counting, right?" She leaned in next to Rufus and whispered in his ear, telling him that it's all fine, and not to let it get to him. After the exchange, Rufus remained mostly silent for the rest of the night, quietly observing the others as they collectively enjoyed their meals. He occasionally piped up while Ceylon or Ilorek spoke, but he was trying his best not to stir anything up with the other guests.

Ceylon noticed this and was sure to lean in close and talk to him, especially when they were eating dessert. Apple pie, Pear pie, Uriel Cheesecake, chocolate mousse, and glazed figs were the dessert for the day. While most were humming and chewing and making jokes towards each other, Ceylon leaned in close to Rufus and pecked his cheek, smearing some whipped cream and apple mess on his fur, which she then licked off. "What? You were a mess." She explained, joking about it before returning to do it a second time.

Despite Rufus being pretty hardy and witty, he seemed a little reserved, and while Ceylon felt his frustration, she also felt it was her job to lighten the mood a bit, so she licked him again and then ran her hooked beak over his cheek and past his ears, preening at him a bit. "You're such a mess." She repeated, as though she were jokingly acting as a matriarch to him.

Under most normal circumstances, Rufus would have felt awkward about someone he just met licking and preening him, but it felt quite nice and their interactions leading up to that point were quite pleasant for both of them so he enjoyed it for the casual fun it was. It made him think back to the advice Ceylon gave about wanting to 'stuff' Valencia, and how he just needed to be more forward with her. He also pondered back to the idle jokes that Ceylon made regarding her own desire - nay, need - to be stuffed and how much work he'd be willing to put in. Rufus wasn't mated, at least not at this time, so of course his mind returned to naughty places almost instantly, thinking about all the things he could use to 'stuff' Ceylon with after the feast.

AS the night progressed, the sun set over the treeline in the back of Ilorek's ranch, and each person left the table one by one, pushing their plates to the side and stumbling their way out the sliding barn door to the yard, where they watched the stars emerge one twinkling spot at a time. This eventually left only Ceylon and Rufus alone in the barn, both at the same end of the table. As was tradition, they were the last two still eating and therefore the ones who would be tasked with doing the dishes, all of which they had to take to the giant sink in the barn instead of carrying them all down the lane way to the house.

"So I guess it's you and I, huh?" Rufus joked, stumbling to his powerful roo feet; he had to lean back on his thick tail to ensure he didn't fall back after just how much he had eaten. There was still a bit of cheesecake on his plate, but he just couldn't eat any more. "So, I can see you're stuffed, so I doubt you'll have any need for me." He jokingly went to leave the barn door into to join the others, but then it slid shut without any outside influence, as if it were possessed. "Wha-" When he turned, he saw Ceylon standing tall with plump belly and eyes glowing a gentle teal.

"Trust me, I still need you, Rufus." She said with a sultry voice, slowly stepping forward and around the table towards him. "You don't tease a gryphon then walk out on her, darlin'." After another wink, she was standing over him, rubbing her beak right on his snout.

He quickly grew weak at the knees, unsure of how to proceed. He saw himself as being particularly suave, but someone so forthright with him made him a little bashful, unsure of how to proceed. "Well what do you wish of me?"

Her front hand reached out and grabbed his plate. "Dishes. Come on, we have a lot to do."

Rufus blinked, a little disappointed that his moves weren't working. He sighed heavily and grabbed a goblet, plate, and set of silverware to walk to the other side of the barn, where he would sort and place them in the massive sink that was usually reserved for filling horse troughs. Ceylon led him there, and as she walked he noticed her tail was up high, giving him a good look at the plump lips underneath. The view roused a certain warmth in his loins and gave him a hop in his step, reminding him that he might still have a chance.

Of course, Ceylon was toying with him. Leera had left the table early to go spend some time in the woods, alone, leaving Ceylon without anyone to play with after the meal. One of Ceylon's favorite things to do was to be stuffed with a glorious meal, then be stuffed by a stud of some sort, effectively getting it from both ends. There was a very good reason that this was one of her favorite times of the year. As she stepped, her haunches swayed, wings fluttering gently against her back to stir up the aromas that her hindquarters emanated along with the lingering savory scents of the meal. She was presenting, about as clearly as she could, and she was eager to see him take the bait, especially after having made it clear earlier in the night that he needed to be more forward with others.

Her lesson was not lost on Rufus, who continued to stack dishes on the first one, giving him ample opportunities to lean over and get a good look under her tail. The gentle glow of candles was all that illuminated the barn, now that the door was closed and the sun had set, which meant that the reflection of the flames danced off her glistening, ebony lips in a feisty motion. He was keeping himself contained and subtle, until she winked at him.

Ceylon's plump folds parted, exposing a thick, juicy lump of a clit that dripped a gooey strand of fluids between her thighs to splat on the padded floor of the barn. She glanced over her shoulder at him with a knowing smirk before hopping up on the sink, turning the tap on and using her talon to magically heat the faucet, giving her hot water for cleaning. While still glancing back at him, she tipped the soap bottle to whip up some suds. "What's the matter, Ru? Are you dirty? do you need a clean as well? I'm sure I could soak you in something to help you out."

He hurriedly grabbed a half dozen other plates from each person's spot, stacking them neatly with silverware on top before hopping his way towards the sink at the opposite end of the barn, where Ceylon waited for him. He paused a moment behind her to get one close-up look at her goods before leaning in and dropping the plates into the sink, letting them float to the bottom. "Naw, I do think you're a little wet though. Maybe I could get a towel, clean that up?" He turned and leaned against the sink, letting Ceylon get a look at the bulge forming in his tight pilgrim pants.

She batted at his thigh with a playful laugh. "Well then, I guess if you're in that kind of mood, we might have to make a proper mess before cleaning up." Her eyes glowed teal again before having the tap turn itself off, sink full of hot soapy water; she scooped up some of the bubbles and blew them at him before trotting away and back to the banquet table, hopping up onto the end of it with tail wagging back and forth. There were more candles surrounding the table than there were lining the stables, so her form was well lit with a deep orange glimmer, which was especially easy to see under her tail where her rump and lips were dancing with the reflection of each candle.

Rufus felt his throat tightening along with his pants as he made his way forward, lightly hopping a bit at a time with tail anchored tot he ground. When he made it to Ceylon, he decided to go for bold, sidling up next to her as his hand gently slid up between her thighs to rub under her tail. He had a hint of worry in his mind, as he was unsure if she was prepared for such a touch, but that worry was alleviated when she chirped at him and dipped her lower spine, tail raising and legs spreading. His finger slipped in between her plump lips with ease, soaking his digits as her warm flesh smothered him.

"Finally got the courage to make a move, I see." Ceylon cooed at him, pumping her tail down to capture his hand between her rump cheeks. She winked against him, splattering her fluids against his palm and soaking him; only once he was dripping wet with arousal did she lift her tail again, slowly grinding against his touch. "So go ahead, make your move, pilgrim."

Emboldened by her reception, Rufus leaned in close and angled his wrist upward, sliding three fingers into her so his tips could lightly rub downward on her flesh near the massive, winking clit. In response, she grunted and pushed down on him, gyrating her hips against his touch and leaking bits of fluid into the cracks between his digits. He could hear the wet squelches of her depths, eager and grinding down against him; the room was otherwise silent so that and her light huffs and chirps were all he could hear.

A Symphony of pleasure and bliss.

With his free hand, Rufus reached down to hastily undo the buckle on his black pants, letting them drop down around his legs while exposing his unique roo member. He kept his hand up against her flesh, eager to keep the pressure against her slick, silken depths. Her constant trilling vocalizations blended with her impassioned motions of reception brought the best out in Rufus, who felt himself unable to properly hold back much longer.

And Ceylon knew this. She could tell by the look on his face and the focus in his eyes that he was sizing her up for the next stage. She was stuffed, sure, but really needed the proper release before she could put her focus on the dishes, and Rufus was the perfect companion to do so. In an effort to coax more out of him, she shifted her tail, wrapping it around his waist to pull him in close. "You afraid to get a little messy, Rufus?" She demanded, tail squeezing tight just above his balls.

No. No he was not at all afraid to get messy, just a little distracted by the worries that came with such a precarious position. What if one of the guests came in or...? His thought was halted mid conception as her tail gave another squeeze, her expression demanding he answer in some way. His fingers were still inside her, lightly waving against her soft flesh, so he leaned in and slid his thumb over her clit to join the rest of his digits. Considering her size, he was surprised that her walls stayed so tight around his fingers and he couldn't get his hand in there. He quickly gave up trying to fist her.

Better for other parts of him, anyway.

As every second passed, he was growing a bit more bold since it was clear she was as needy as he was horny. He gave her rump a gentle smack with one hand, his other hand clutching at the base of his cock, aiming the tip at the soft folds of the gryphon's sex. She was so warm to his flesh, as if she were actually hot blooded.

Before he had an opportunity to lean into her, she pushed back against him, her pussy swallowing him right to the balls in one fluid motion. His sack squished against her rump and up under her tail as she purred and shuddered in delight. "See? That's a bit more like it." She cooed at him, lifting one leg up to dig her claws into the table, eager for more. The flexing of her thigh muscles clenched his cock tight, her pussy walls squeezing tight to massage every bit of his length inside her while her clit winked against his sheath.

His powerful haunches tensed up, thrusting his hips up into her with enough force to rock the entire table, his cock throbbing and pulsing out against her folds in time with every one of her winks.

She grunted and stepped up with all four of her paws on the table, her haunches squatted down so that she was still sitting on his member, equine lips pushed out and slit of bright pink insides showing. A gentle trickle of her fluids trailed down the underside of his cock and moistened his sheath before she winked again, spurting a mess on the table and ground between them.

In a brisk moment, her weight on that end of the table made it start to tilt and go off balance, so she scuttled away from Rufus, his cock escaping her with a wet sloppy squelch as she ended up in between the plates and platters and empty wine bottles on the table. Still, though, she wanted to tease and entice him so she pressed her chest flat to the wood and lifted her hindquarters, tail up and plump lips dripping and tender for him. She grabbed a headdress and flopped it on her head. "Come on, Rufus, I'm hungry and I still have to be stuffed from that end!" She waggled her rump a bit before clenching pelvic muscles in a wink, a single shot of gooey gryphon slime escaping to bead up in a string on the table.

Rufus hopped up onto the table behind her, careful to not knock anything over as he covered her, hands on her hips and belly resting to her back. "Well, I guess I can satisfy your cravings." He said, shuffling back and forth on each of his hind legs to get proper leverage before easing himself forward. His thick yet tapered cock pulsed under her tail, easily finding the gryphon's eager slit. The tip came to rest on her clit, coaxing a wink from her before he thrust forth, plunging himself in right to the base in one quick motion.

Ceylon was already having a good time, and his vigor was really helping her with her decision to chose him for this year's stuffing. As a roo, he was equipped to buck with the strength of a horse with the penile control of a dolphin, and that felt utterly heavenly to her. She grinded back down against him, pressing her hips back against his while her cunt lips rubbed at the base of his cock. She was eager to feel him buck back, and every time he did the dishes and platters on the table clanged against their weight, some even falling off the table to land on seats and the ground.

Luckily, all of the leftovers were returning to the land anyway, so waste wasn't a concern.

Despite her wanting to maintain an image of dominance and control, Ceylon found herself starting to drool all over the leftover food, eyes rolling back against the girth and power of his cock. She felt her tail wrapping around his, holding him tight as she winked and gyrated in quick motions against him, her pleasure bubbling up in her nethers in the form of erratic muscle twitches that further caressed and massaged his length.

"C-ceylon...slow down a bit there, would ya?" Rufus protested. The constant barrage of muscle contractions and gentle gyrations was bringing his balls to a boil and he felt himself nearing a climax of his own. He wasn't anywhere near ready to finish up, so he tried to pull out only to have her squeeze his tail even more with her own, holding him in place as she leaned into him.

"Now why would I want to do that, darling?" She asked in between grunts and avian trills, still rocking back into him time and time again. "I'm nearly stuffed enough, aren't you nearly done, too?" She finished by pulling him in tight to her rump, clit winking heavily against his shaft.

The roo had no choice but to kick off the table and into her, bucking with all his might as he bit his lower lip and grunted heavily, member throbbing and veins pulsating against the tender silken flesh of her snug pussy walls. Then, all at once, he threw his head back and shuddered in delight, a massive burst of cum erupting from his cock tip and into her depths, seeding her like he would the land.

Ceylon shuffled and let out a long, drawn-out sigh as her beak shuddered and her drool started up again. She laid her head down flat to the table while her rump was in the air, idly grinding at Rufus' cock, bits of their combined fluids leaking out of her and trickling over her clit. Slowly, she released his tail from hers and let him go, satisfied with his contribution to her vaginal gluttony.

But Rufus was enjoying the motion too much. Even as he was pressed tight to her back, he didn't pull away or shuffle out of place, instead relishing in the warmth and wetness of her folds lightly caressing him in waves, especially when she winked and threatened to force his member out. He stood up tall, nearly high enough to hit his head on a low-hanging chandelier as he lightly caressed her lower back, fingers tracing her spine and the feathers that lined it. "That was an unexpected delight." He said to himself, looking down at her as she glanced up at him with dulled eyes and drool coming out her beak.

"Oh don't pretend you didn't expect that. I've been flirting with you since I got here." Ceylon retorted, lightly wagging her hips back and forth at him, each motion nearly pulling her lips from him. "But I'm not complaining either. I admit, I was a little worried that your species might not be well equipped enough to satisfy my equine side." She said with a clitoral wink that forced his shriveling member to slide out with a wet schlorp followed by the light vaginal belching as her walls loosened and clenched down. The gryphoness got to all fours and dipped her back, stretching out her front talons and shaking gently while her tail slithered its way around him, finishing as the tip tickled his member.

"Of course, of course." He said, slowly shifting his weight to hop off the side of the table, leaving her with a mess of bowls and plates and platters all over the place with food spilling off onto the ground. He was sheepishly thinking about putting his pants back on and returning to the sink so he could do the dishes, but he was granted another good look at Ceylon as she flopped onto her side and lifted a leg, more of his creamy mess leaking out of her to soak her fur.

She cooed at him, a gentle trilling purr emanating from her chest as she stared directly at him. "But it wouldn't be a proper Harvest Festival if you didn't truly show what you were thankful for by enjoying every last bit the land and air both offer you." She grunted a bit, squeezing more of his cum out from her deep ebony lips, leaving them glisten as the little beads of semen rolled out of her, bubbles escaping her depth s and guiding them forward.

Rufus gulped a bit, not sure what he was going to do. He did just finish in her, so he wasn't really in the mood to taste his own essence, but she was right and it would have been distasteful for him to not show his thanks by consuming the mess before it was lost. He leaned in and pushed a chair aside, grabbing her raised leg with one hand while he buried his snout into her pussy, rubbing from side to side as he lapped up every bit of mess there was. He was shocked at how much he didn't hate it! The sweetness and gentle earthiness of Ceylon mixed with the tart flavor of his seed was oddly pleasant, and it urged him to grab her haunches and slide her rump end over so it was partially hanging off the side of the table.

"Ooooh? Are we getting a little hungry again there, Ru?" Ceylon cooed at him, talons folded up on her chest as he kept lapping and sucking at her lips, eager to coax every bit of mess out of her depths. She grunted and pushed down, forcing more of the creamy mess into his mouth with a guttural splatter, all of which he eagerly cleaned off her until she was glistening and moist, only the faintest hint of beaded lubrication forming near her rump.

Curious to see if he'd bite, she grabbed at the Ulokar roast and yanked off a leg, dipping it in gravy before using it to rub against her clit, harvest mess all over her vulva and in her fur. "Still hungry by chance? I mean, you must have worked up an appetite with those glorious legs of yours." She gape-grinned at him, looking down over her body to gauge his reaction.

He leaned right back in and started licking up the gravy, cleaning it from her cunt bits at a time, relishing the flavors of both her and the food she was using on herself. The two flavors were slightly more disparate than the cum and cream cocktail she was concocting, but it was still quite pleasant and he couldn't help but enjoy it. He kept licking even as she wrapped all her fingers around the bone and shoved the whole thing into herself, swollen pussy lips sliding over it and clearing the gravy off the meat to pool on her flesh.

Rufus licked up every last drop, eager for more while his tongue slid up to prod at her clit, his chin resting on the protruding bone of the roast's leg. The more he licked, the more his throat hit it, wiggling the drumstick in her pussy and triggering bits of pleasure in her, coaxing a series of winks from her depths.

The gravy must have been slicker than it seemed at first, because one wink shot the food out of her and past Rufus onto the ground. Had she been capable of blushing, she likely would have as her gaping chasm of a pussy slowly shrunk and closed up, one final wink pushing the last of the air and gravy out of her for him to clean. "How's the flavor? I like to think I baste my meat quite thoroughly."

He giggled a bit at her joke before reaching over to grab a hand full of steamy-hot carrots. They were hot to the touch, so he didn't force anything on or into her. Instead, he simply touched the tip of the vegetable against her clit, resulting in her tossing her head and arching her back, pelvic muscles winking as she started to grind down on the end of it. She gyrated in place until he angled it just right, allowing her to wrap her lips around it and swallow the carrot right to where he was holding it.

This was an eager motion she quickly regretted, as she squinted and started shuddering in a bit of pain. "Ow, ow, ow...." She trailed off, toes curling and spine snaking back and forth on the table, every motion knocking more food and plates onto the ground. She stopped Rufus before he pulled it out. "No, I like the heat, gimme the other two while you're at it! All of them, just...stuff me like a bird at Thanksgiving!"

"Oh...okay." He agreed, shoving the carrot back into her right until the root disappeared between her folds. Then, he grabbed the other two and squeezed the pointed tips together and slid them into Ceylon with ease, grinning wit a deviant smile as she twitched and crooned at him, clearly in a touch of all the right pain. With both squeezed in tight, he used a single finger to slowly push them in, watching with delight as her ebony lips swallowed them up, closing around the base and winking to clench them in further.

However, since they were hot and well-cooked, they were turning to mush inside her, and bits of carrot pulp were squeezing out from inside, all of which Rufus eagerly cleaned up with is tongue. This time, he actually chewed a bit before he swallowed, standing tall over the gryph while wondering what she had in store for him next.

Ceylon was having a blast, and the intense heat from the cooked carrots filled her with a torso-warming sensation that gave her a tingle in her nethers. Even against her will, the temperature and sensation of carrot pulp inside her made her pelvic muscles contract, resulting in a clitoral wink that pulverized and forced out the rest of the vegetable paste. "So sorry about that, dear, but I do have to request to take care of that, and be sure to keep me proper-stuffed!"

He licked his lips and nuzzled into her, rubbing the mess out of the way to get to her flesh, but then realized that he could be doing literally anything to her! She was down for carrots and meat both, he could stuff her with virtually anything, as long as he was willing to literally eat it out of her. With that revelation in mind, he reached out, idly fumbling at every plate and platter until he found some baked potatoes. He grabbed one, peeled the foil off it, and pressed it tight to her pussy lips, letting the natural lubricant and his saliva ease it into her.

She kicked and tensed her leg muscles at the temperature of it, but when she winked it squeezed at the potato and forced it to slide deep into her. "More, Ru. More. Keep going until you literally can't do any more." Her form writhed on the table, clit winking uncontrollably against the hot vegetable in her, as she desired the stuffing that Rufus could offer her. This was, of course, her plan from the moment she arrived.

Eager to please, Rufus grabbed at some actual stuffing, cupping a massive wad of it between both hands to rub against her pussy, pushing bits of it in at a time with his fingertips until half of it had fallen to he ground while the other half had disappeared into her. With flecks of bread and seasoning all over her, he leaned down to lick it all up, sucking on her clit and using his tongue to catch any errant mess before returning to the table to find more inspiration.

Next he grabbed at one of the baked squash, the middle was filled with pulp and butter and sugar, so he tasted some of it before rubbing the rounded end against her. At first it didn't look like it was going to fit, but as he leaned into her and pushed, it twisted and mangled itself, narrowing its berth and disappearing into her. She let out a subdued cry of pleasure as another wink closed her depths, sealing the outer pulp and the mass of squash inside.

"Wow." He said to himself before leaning down to once again clean her off, lapping at her folds and sucking her clit clean. He was utterly astounded at just how slick and well lubricated she remained, even with carrots, a potato, stuffing, and squash in her. "Will anything else fit?"

She paused her uncontrolled writhing and claw-curling to look down between her legs at him. "I'm a big girl, just keep going, I'll take it all if I need to. Get as creative as you want."

Rufus did think it was a little strange, but he really didn't want to disappoint, so he reached out and grabbed some mashed potatoes and gravy, grabbing a handful of the mash and shoving it into her. He was about to baste her with the gravy ladle when she stopped him and offered him an actual baster, which was better for getting the gravy inside her with the rest of the food. He took it and sucked some of the incredibly hot gravy into it and inserted the tip of the baster into her, squeezing the rubber end and injecting it deep into Ceylon's pussy.

This was the hottest thing yet, and the intense temperature was felt deep inside her, but it didn't hurt. Well, it somewhat did, but it wasn't unpleasant or sharp, more like a deep, dull heat that seemed to spread from her nethers to fill her whole body as more and more of the Harvest Festival foods were stuffed into her. She grunted and pushed down, some of the messy concoction slipping out of her.

But Rufus didn't eat any more of it. He was happy to have fun, but now he was mostly curious about just what her limits were, so he laughed and carried on. He grabbed more stuffing in one hand and the other leg from the roast, shoving the leg in first and using his fingers to pack in more stuffing. He even pressed his palm to the bone, slowly sliding it in deeper until it, too, disappeared into her. A gurgle could be heard from deep within her as the other ingredients were sloshed around inside.

Still, he hadn't reached her limit.

Growing a bit frustrated, he looked around to see if he could find anything else to shove into her, and he got an idea from Ceylon, who clicked her beak against one of the wine bottles near her face. "Good idea!" He declared as he grabbed it. Thing was, it was still full and sealed, so he wasn't sure if it was a good idea to go ahead with it. "Good idea?"

She just nodded, grinning devilishly. "Just don't....thrust too much with it or it might go off on ya!" her body twisted and contorted, her paws resting on his chest as her tail swayed and wrapped around his waist, holding him tight. Naturally, Ceylon couldn't help but laugh a bit at the outlandish scenario, and he was keen on joining in on it, but he still carried on.

Rufus pressed the bottom of the bottle against her, rubbing up and down to smear it in the mess and her lubrication before leaning into it, having the base pack every bit of meat, vegetable, and gravy into her depths as far as it would go. Still, despite having put as much into her as he had, most of the bottle disappeared into her as well, leaving only a few inches of the neck sticking out of her; he didn't want to push any more in, just in case the vigor uncorked it in a nasty manner. While he looked over her, he saw a clear belly distention up on her lower torso.

"I think I'm done." He said to himself, gripping the head of the bottle and giving it a bit of a wiggle. "It's been a lot of fun, but this is getting pretty silly." He still smiled, giggling a bit as he pressed a finger down against her lower belly, feeling the food squish about in her. "I guess they are right about gryphons, all the room of a horse, and even less shame!"

Ceylon winked at him and rolled off the table to land on the ground, careful to le ther legs soften the shaking; she did have a wine bottle in her that could pop if shaken too much. This wine was similar to champagne, in that it fizzed a bit when agitated. "That's fine, my dear. I'm gonna go get cleaned up and find Leera." She leaned in close and rubbed her beak to his cheek. "And if ya want to find me after the festivities tonight, I'll be ready for you. Maybe next time it won't end in such a silly way."

The gryphoness gave a sly wink before turning away from him, waddling awkwardly towards the back door of the barn with wine bottle poking out under her tail and a trail of gravy and stuffing escaping her pussy. She was happy with what she got, and was plenty stuffed for her taste. She could have gone and done even more, but it was clear that her demands were getting absurd, and while he was having fun, he wasn't having as much fun as she was. So she parted ways with him, also conveniently leaving the dishes for him to do.

Rufus offered one last chuckle to himself before returning to the sink, where he took care of the dishes while still naked.