A Chocobo Drink and Flee
A chocobo tries to run a large tab at a bar before running out on it. He instead is caught and forced to repay the bar, while helping create a brand new mixed drink in his honor.
(A short story before bed since I got bored! Anyways, still a pretty new writer, feel free to comment!)
He knew it, just like his friends knew it, that between the four freshmen, that they had no money on them. But it was the Friday night of finals week, and they /deserved/ a party. Round after round of shots were made for them, each one as lovely and intoxicating as the last at the locally infamous 'Cat's Paw' bar. Each one of them racked up over a hundred dollars on their tabs and Flan had almost gotten to three hundred. As last calls and time to settle up tabs came through, the four of them made quick the plans to escape. One was going for the front door, one was going to change clothes and slip out a bit later, one was going to slip out through the restroom, and Flan the chocobo decided he was going go straight through the kitchen and escape out the back.
It worked great, after changing attire, his wolfen friend called out a fire in the bar, pulling a fire alarm. The young drake of course pressed through the front door with the crowd. A hare was quick to make it out the back and Flan was through the kitchen when a heavy weight slammed into his back. The bartender had quickly seen through the ruse and went after the high value target, getting a set of zip ties around Flan's wrists and ankles in a few practiced moves as he said grumpily, "Not trying to escape a debt are you?" A quick shake of the head and a kweh "No." was what he managed, as the bartender searched his pockets until he found the wallet. With only flies coming out of the empty thing, the bartender spotted the student ID and gave a very slight grin. "Well then, You're going to have to work off your debt. And with finals over, no one's even going to know you were missing for three months."
The chocobo objected and tried to wiggle free, but a quick boot to the head was all he saw before the lights went out. Dragged into a closet for the moment, the bartender then went outside. After dealing with the fire department, the feline gave a faint grin, locked up the bar and went to deal with his newest 'prize'. It had been awhile since the last person was caught trying to bail and run and cute enough to be kept, but the barkeep had kept the equipment in the back in good repair. Taking the unconscious anthro chocobo, the feline hefted the bird's weight onto the nearby table and with some quick claws, ripped all the clothes off. He then put the chocobo into what looked like a box barely larger than the chocobo himself before using his claws to remove the zip ties and instead spreading him out spread chocobo and wraping a leather cuff around each wrist and putting tension on them so Flan would be unable to grab anything. He then got a spreader bar with leather cuffs on each end and spread the chocobo's legs apart, his knees pressing against the walls of the box and leaving him rather exposed.
It was about this time Flan started to groggily wakeup, trying to move one of his restricted arms to his head to rub it and giving a confused kweh when he couldn't move. The barkeep knew he had to move quick and get things set up as he pulled out a vial of heat pheromones and brought them up to Flan's beak, forcing him with every inhale to breathe them in. Not sure what the alluring smell was, slowly his cock filled with blood, slowly getting harder as the bartender got a bit of lube out and started stroking that chocobo's cock. With a few more confused moans and kwehs, Flan was fully hard when the mechanical harness was pushed down over his length, where the end of the clear plastic tube snugged and then went vacuum tight around the base of his birdy cock. With a flick of the switch, a motor engaged and the pre that was already dripping was whisked away into the machine.
Closing the door to the box, and leaving Flan in the dark, the bartender hummed to himself and gave a sly grin. Well, his newest drink special would be on the menu for tomorrow night, and he was going to upsell it. He locked the doors and walked on out with a happy whistle, getting in his car and driving home for the night.
Back inside the slightly cold box, and still confused, Flan sat there with some odd pressure against his cock went a single computer voice activated. "Zero reserves. New User. First time use will be to prime your body, and after the minimum purity level is found, reserves will be filled." It shut off as the chocobo gave a few more confused chirps, trying to wiggle from his bonds as the machine started to stroke along an inner sleeve around his cock, feeling like a soft hand rubbing from base to tip. It was too slow to reach any sort of orgasm at the moment, and it did feel kind of good, when the machine started up a second servo, a lube slicked metal sound was slowly pressed forward until it caught against that cocktip opening, pressing forward ever so slowly, but without stopping. Flan gave a loud and unhappy 'Wark!' but could do nothing to stop the penetration as inch after inch of the metal rod pushed deep within his length.
To ensure that it did not get stuck or hurt the subject, the machine started to reciprocate the sound, pushing in and pulling out again and again, buried between three and six inches as it started to drive that soft sleeve faster up and down on Flan's cock. Even through the pleasure and the slight pain from the sound, it wasn't long until Flan hit his peak, but found that the sound had expanded and every time he tried to cum, his balls getting tight and pushing, the seed was unable to escape. Unable to let loose, his body tried for nearly ten minutes to fire his load when the sound unblocked the inner tube and let all that nice and frothy seed get pumped into it, only to get drawn away.
The sound reblocked itself as the machine analyzed the sample. "Purity at 30%, discarding fluid. Extraction to begin again in ten minutes." The chocobo could only give a loud 'Wark?!?!' as the minutes slipped away unseen and suddenly the machine came back to life without warning. Stroking his cock while penetrating it again and again, it didn't take too much longer before he was forced into another orgasm and more of his seed was pumped into the waiting tube. Of course, he was denied an orgasm for nearly half an hour before the machine would accept it, and even then it claimed the purity was still only at 33%. The bartender had said for his guests he wanted a 95% purity.
Almost a day went by without much rest from the chocobo. Fluids were injected into his body by the machine to keep him alive and to make sure his body had the needed fluids to recover from each orgasm. And when the bar opened with the newest 'Chocobo Greens', featuring mint, ice, and a creamy topping that seemed to add something else, he became the hit of the night. Every time someone would order a drink, a small red light came on inside the box and the machine would roughly force him into orgasm in under five minutes, and no sooner was it done, that someone else ordered one and his body forced to produce again and again.
That summer saw great profits for the barkeep of Varien's Catspaw. And every night he'd give the chocobo a dollar or two and then tell him how much he still owed before taking the money on back. Afterall, bills are to be paid, and no chocobo can drink and flee.