Death on Vellum by Birdlovely

Veda's hips swayed from side to side as she walked the halls of the monastery. She kept her chin high— perhaps not the wisest decision given the triflings who shared the hall with her. The room was warm, perhaps a bit too warm. Veda enjoyed marinating in the humid heat a bit, as it intensified her stench around the triflings. It brought a smile to Veda's face to see those around her wince in disgust at her fetid aroma, but today it was hot to the point of discomfort.

Veda fanned her face with a hand. She could feel her hooves stick to the floor from the perspiration soaking her feet. The sheep followed the scent of spices and incense down the halls, debating whether or not to harass a trifling or two. A quick glance over her shoulder at the dutiful nuns licking her sweaty footprints from the floor provided enough satisfaction for now. She had business to attend to, anyway. (Though harassing triflings was, in some ways, her business.)

The sheep pushed a wooden door open and stomped in, closing it behind her. The warm glow of a lamp was the only thing thing illuminating the room, flickering across a table at which a singular titan sat. The pearlescent feathers of the pigeon titan shimmered in the flames which licked against his plumage. The pigeon's eyes— partially obscured behind a pair of round glasses— darted to meet Veda's gaze, brow furrowed, no doubt in response to her presence. His hands ceased their movement, he had been writing on a ledger before the sheep had entered his office. A pot of burning incense sat beside him, filling the room with the scent of clove and sage.

"Sister Veda," He said.

"Brother Enzo."

"To what do I owe your presence. No doubt another dead trifling or two?"

Veda smiled, she liked that her reputation preceded her. She wondered if she was the monastery's foremost trifling snuffer. If anyone would know, it was Enzo, though anything short of strangling the bird wouldn't make him cough up that factoid.

"Just one today," Veda said.

"Name?" Enzo said, retrieving a piece of paper from a pile on his desk and his quill from its inkwell.

"Willa Logrander."

"Willa Log— Ah yes, dove trifling. Sweet girl. What did she do?"

"Her death was accidental."

"Many such instances with you," Enzo said, scribbling on his ledger, "Are you telling the truth or did you snuff the woman for fun?"

"Her death was accidental," Veda repeated, her tone darkening.

Enzo scribbled for a few more moments then raised his head to gaze at Veda again, "I'm not accusing you of anything, there's no punishment in store if you did snuff thrall Willa for fun. It just makes my job harder," Enzo scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Veda stepped forward and took a seat in front of Enzo's desk. The small wooden chair buckled under her enormous weight as the stench of her body wafted out from under her robes and towards Enzo. The pigeon's eyes shot to his incense burner and then back to his papers.

"Is my scent overwhelming, Enzo?" Veda said with a smirk.

"Yes. Honestly, all of your scents are a bit much for me— it's why I keep my incense burning all day," Enzo looked up from his ledger and pointed his quill at Veda, "And don't quote scripture at me, I get enough of that already. I know what XI and XXXIV say about natural scents in relation to trifling expiation."

"I didn't say anything, Enzo," Veda giggled.

Enzo sighed, "I know where these conversations go, Veda. Some days I wish I had a piece of scripture I could quote that says 'Do not linger long in the abode of the record keeper'! No matter, I am almost through with my work, anyway."

"Honestly, I wonder some days why we even keep records. Would you not enjoy punishing triflings like the rest of us?"

"The divine bureaucracy does not need a reason to exist, it is ritual, it is worship, it is holy— as the name suggests. Ritual brings one closer to the divine," Enzo said as he straightened a stack of papers and began flipping through them, scanning each page with his sharp yellow eyes. The bird wrinkled his face. Veda's warm, heady musk tickled his sensitive nose. "Not every ritual makes sense, but it brings us closer to something greater. It was XI who said, 'All's ye doth is ritual. Every second of thine life devoted to the divine monarchy is part of a system to improve the life of thou and them around thou. This is why we hast laws, why we hast systems and layers of hierarchy and this is how thou shall achieve divinity. Like the parts of thy corporal agent thou shall not know why these rituals are 'i place, yet thou contribute to a system that is moe than the summation of ye parts.' Those rituals are important to me, Veda, I want to be a part of the organism that is the Divine Monarchy." 

"But you are a part of that system, Brother Enzo. Whatever you do will be done for the Monarchy— whether you are counting deaths or causing them yourself," Veda said, leaning forward and shaking her head at the divine brother.

He shrugged and leaned back in his chair, "I am fulfilled by my work Veda," Enzo said as he stretched his arms above his head. Enzo's frame was skinny, with hips that were far wider than his upper body would imply. Veda would have been surprised if Enzo had never accidentally flattened a trifling with the bubble butt he was sporting. 

"What are you looking at?" Enzo snapped with a tone that sounded more like a statement than a question.

"Your big-ass hips."

"You are too much sometimes, Veda." Enzo pressed his fingers into his temples but failed to disguise a smile.

"Yeah, I know," Veda stood from her seat and sauntered toward the door, "You're gay or whatever, I'm not getting a piece of that ass."

"I'm— Veda, I'll be in the annex in a bit. Let me finish my work."

Veda winked at the pigeon and crept through the door before closing it behind her, leaving Enzo to his books and lamplight.

Enzo dropped his head onto his desk and sighed, shifting his weight before reaching under his robes. His feathered fingers searched under his cock and balls, finding their way to his taint before retrieving something small and slick with sweat from deep within the crevice.

Enzo held the naked, sweat-soaked trifling to his face, gazing through his round glasses at the woman. She was a mouse with brown fur and short hair, her skinny body stretching and reeling, face contorted into a wince. Her sweat-soaked fur stained Enzo's feathers as she writhed and whimpered in his hand.

"Gods, I— I—" The mouse squeaked.

"Mhm, yes— that's me. God Enzo, to be precise," Enzo said with a smile, tapping his talons on the table, "Please refer to me as such."

"I— I'm sorry! I—" The trifling paused to cough, "Enzo, I was just looking for food, I—"

Enzo tightened his grip on the trifling, squeezing until he could feel the little woman's ribs buckling under his fingers.

"Ah-ah-aah! God Enzo. Not master, either. This is a monastery, when you step foot within here you shall refer to your gods properly."

"Ach— I'm— I'm so sorry God Enzo! Please, I just needed some food! I'm traveling and—" The woman was cut off by another squeeze from her god.

"Better," Enzo said, closing his eyes and widening his smile, "What is your name?"

"Fyrest, God Enzo," Fyrest croaked.

"Ah! And you were looking for a meal, thrall Fyrest?"

Fyrest opened her mouth, then paused. Thrall? This was probably a monastery thing, would do well to not question it. Just do what the bird wanted— for now.

"Yessir, er— uh, God Enzo. Yes." Enzo's smile was reassuring despite her missteps. Perhaps running into him wouldn't be so bad.

"Ah, well I've got something nice and filling for you to eat," Enzo said as her reached behind himself.

"O-oh! Thank you so much God Enzo!" Fyrest said.

With little fanfare, Enzo moved Fyrest behind him, stood up up, crammed the mouse in the back of his undergarments, and sat back down. He wiggled his butt to settle in and rolled his eyes, feeling the tiny creature struggle beneath his ass.

"Feast on my feathered anus if you're so hungry, you greedy solestain," Enzo spit.

Fyrest tried to scream as Enzo's enormous ass came into view. His hips were huge— the chair barely able to contain them— and she was on a collision course with his butt. The trifling struggled and whined in Enzo's grasp but was unable to break free. Fyrest tumbled down Enzo's panties before coming to a stop halfway down the bird's asscheeks. The pair of bubbly buns clenched around Fyrest like a vice, squeezing the air from her lungs.

Enzo pulled his panties up as he sat down, squeezing Fyrest between his asscheeks and pressing her against the wooden seat in one motion.

There was little Fyrest could do as her hand was crushed beneath Enzo's right asscheek.

"Fuck— gods, no! Ack—!" Fyrest was able to squeak before the remaining air was crushed from her tiny lungs. Worse than her lungs, though, was her left hand, which cracked like a nut beneath Enzo's weight. Fyrest could feel every bone in her hand shatter like glass and splinter through her skin. She grit her teeth, trying to scream but unable to take in enough air to produce a sound. The trifling was lucky Enzo had wedged her between his cheeks, or her head may have been popped like a grape beneath him.

Enzo's feathered cheeks squashed Fyrest from both sides, so tight the mouse felt as though her eyes were about to pop out of her skull, perhaps along with the rest of her insides. Her jaw was forced open, allowing the avian's greasy sweat to flow into her mouth. Fyrest gagged and whined. It was hot under Enzo, too, the air was thick and it felt more like she was drinking it than breathing it— or perhaps that was the blood pooling in her lungs. She was being pressed as though she were beneath a hot smoothing stone, steamy and slick with sweat. All of the air Fyrest was able to breathe stunk of the foul musk of an unwashed ass, a lingering stink of stale sweat. Fyrest gagged, prompting Enzo to wiggle his ass back and forth, grinding the little mouse deeper between his cheeks. Every little movement felt like it was on the verge of breaking something. What would snap first, her spine? Ribs? Legs? Fyrest could feel blood trickling from her mouth. The edges of her vision were beginning to grey.

Fyrest's already sweat-drenched face was forced against Enzo's pucker as the bird stood to his feet. Fyrest let out a scream— though it sounded more like a squeak to Enzo— her snout pressed deep into his anus which winked and clenched around her. Fyrest's eyes became wet with tears which streamed down her face and mixed with the sweat and grease slathered across Enzo's anus. The bird's thick asscheeks ground back and forth against the trifling's body, crushing the left side of her chest and then the right over and over again with each one of his steps. She could hear her ribs buckle, crack, and settle with every step Enzo took. Crck. Crick. Crack. Fyrest sobbed with all the energy she had left.

A pleasured exhale escaped the bird's beak as his talons clicked through the halls. Poor little Fyrest was being crushed, battered, and stretched between his bubble butt cheeks with no sign of her on the outside. It was hard for Enzo to disguise his pleasure, a blush forming on his cheeks as he tried to keep his gait straight in spite of his pleasure.

Triflings bowed as Enzo stepped through the halls, some in the process of sponging Veda's sweaty footprints from the marble floor. Enzo smiled at them as he passed in silence.

The annex was connected to the rest of the temple by a glass passageway that was sparkling clean as a result of the numerous triflings working 24/7 on upkeep. Well, clean besides Veda's footprints.

The annex itself was a round stone path surrounding a small garden enclosed in a glass and brick building. It was cozy, with triflings attending the various colorful plants for their Titan gods to enjoy. The room would typically be flooded with natural light, but this evening numerous lit candles were placed around the path and in lanterns to light the room. Dark clouds had formed over the monastery, and light rainfall was trickling against the glass roof as lightning exploded in the distance. Close enough to cause a gentle rumble, but not enough to be disrupting. Still, some subtle orange light from the setting sun gave the room a glow to assist the weak candles.

Sitting on a bench reading was the amply sized Veda who was having her sweaty feet serviced by a cat trifling Enzo recognized as Amanda.

"Hello Veda. Hello thrall Amanda."

"Hey Enzo!" Veda said with a smile and a wave, wiggling her hooves in Amanda's face as the cat licked at her feet.

"Wonderful to see you, God Enzo," Amanda said, taking a moment to catch her breath before continuing to rake her tongue against Veda's enormous hoof. The patches of dirt caked on Veda's hooves came off in thick lumps that stuck to Amanda's tongue. The cat swallowed the dirt with a pained gulp and continued her disgusting work.

Considering Enzo could smell the sweaty musk wafting off of Veda's feet from his position standing above the pair, it was needless to say that Amanda's nose was in hell. The steamy surface of the sheep's hooves gave off a damp, oniony odor that seemed to only intensify as Amanda, eyes watering, licked away layer after layer of filth from the feet of her goddess.

"Dilligent as ever. I do so wish thrall Fyrest could learn from you," Enzo said as he took a seat next to Veda, his enormous talons occupying the space beside Veda's upturned hooves. A pop resounded from under his ass, and Enzo wondered to himself what bone in Fyrest's body he had broken.

"Thrall Fyrest?" Veda asked.

"A little mouse I found sneaking around the kitchen."

"Delicious," Veda giggled, "Putting that god-given bubble butt to use?"

Enzo rolled his eyes and laughed, "What is this obsession with my butt lately, Veda?"

Veda held up her arms and smiled, (almost kicking Amanda across the room in the process) jabbing a giggling Enzo in the ribs, "You've got a nice ass, sue me!"

"Well— yes, I am, in fact," Enzo said as he wiggled back and forth atop his miniature prisoner, cramming her broken form deeper into his crack until his anus had consumed her head entirely. Her tiny wiggles provided pleasure for the pigeon torturing her, a sign of a job well done to Enzo. The bird's greasey sweat served as lubricant for the mouse-turned-buttplug suffering beneath him. "She is a touch unruly, I think perhaps I shall allow her to become a thrall."

"Rowdy, huh? She may not last too long, then."

Enzo shrugged, fishing around in a robe pocket and pulling out some bread and cheese which he began to snack on. "She shall be taught the proper way. If she does not want to learn then she shall be broken," Enzo said. "What do you think, thrall Amanda?"

Amanda's ears perked up as she took a moment of pause to look up at the pair of titans. The sheep and bird gazed down at her from high above, they were like megalithic statues— huge, eternally judging those below them and waiting to deliver punishment as they saw fit. Thunder rumbled in the distance, breaking Amanda from her stupor.

"Every trifling should be afforded a chance to be a thrall," Amanda said after shaking off her vertigo, "Whether they succeed is another question, God Enzo, 'tis a hard life."

"I concur," Enzo said, popping a piece of cheese into his mouth.

Amanda bowed her head to the floor and went back to licking Veda's soles.

"Enzo, you're making me hungry," Veda said before standing to her feet.

Amanda tumbled out of the path of destruction as Veda rolled her feet forward. the titanic hooves steamrolled everything in front of them, pressing deep into the dirt and undoing all the hard work Amanda had done. 

"And here I thought us three were about to have a nice philosophical conversation," Enzo laughed as he too stood.

"We can have it after I get some food, bubble butt."

Amanda sighed, allowing her head to lay on the ground for a moment before looking back up at her overlords, who were now walking away from her. Amanda's eyes wandered to Enzo's ass, watching it jiggle back and forth beneath his robes. Amanda imagined the trifling trapped between the bird's gigantic asscheeks, squeezed and smothered with each step he took. Her entire body shivered as she rose to her feet. The rain above her was pouring now, even if the trifling wanted to hear the pair's conversation she would not have been able to.