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Bria (a vulpix) is crammed into a Swellow's crop as the Swellow (Mistral) coos and tweets happily, preening and rubbing at the bulge under her neck. The crop is barely big enough for Bria, who squirms unhappily. But the discomfort isn't what's making her nervous - what she's worried about are the VERY ominous gurgling and sloshing coming from the stomach directly beneath her. It looks like her pred is going to enjoy two meals today~
Mistral blushes. She loves how the squirmy meals massage both of her stomachs at the same time. "Hrp! Give me a minute, Bria. Gotta finish processing the current load before I add more fuel."
This isn't reassuring Bria. The sounds would be noticeable outside of the Swellow, but INSIDE... well... that stomach means business, and Bria is getting more and more terrified of slipping down into that dark hole to be "processed".
Mistral coos. "My tummy's FIESTY today~" She can't help but tease the helpless bundle of calories inside her crop. "You're okay with waiting, right? Got nowhere that you need to be at?"
Still, as much as she's enjoying this, Mistral's stomach is starting to feel more empty. She feels the instinctive clench, signaling that her stomach is finished and the waste is ready to be disposed of. "Mph~ I think I'm ready for you. Mind if I check?" She hacks and burps, and Bria screams in terror as the gap beneath her feet opens.
But the Swellow isn't opening up her stomach to pull Bria down - quite the opposite! To the vulpix's horror a ball of fur, bone, and cartilage gets HEAVED up onto her. It's dripping with stomach acid, fused together into a pellet of waste. And it is the only thing that remains for Mistral's previous prey.
"What do you think?" Mistral teases, "does he look done to you?"
Embedded in the slime is a quilava skull. It stares at Bria. She is desperate to get away, but the crop is so tight around her, she's forced to practically spoon with the digested pellet, hugging it like a pillow. It's getting all over her, rubbing into her fur. The acid stings, just a little, but enough to terrify her. It still smells like quilava, just.. smothered. Diluted, muskier.
Mistral coos and smiles. "Meet Blitz! I think the two of you are gonna be good friends."
The Vulpix is in full panic mode, but the more that she thrashes the more that her paws sink into the sticky, matted fur, the more that the acid-bleached bones rub against her. The skull is still staring at her. A part of her brain registers - even if she was let out now, she'd never feel clean again. She could scrub and scrub but she would never be able to forget the feeling of sinking her paws into warm, tingling slime and discarded hair, and the juices that were working their way into her fur and the smell that got stronger the more and more that the pellet began to separate.
The space is so tight that she's being pressed into it, like she's a part of it. She whimpers. She IS going to be a part of it.
Mistral is enjoying the way that her crop bulges and waggles, but she'll enjoy having a full belly even more. She sings happily, "now in you go!"
It's almost time for Bria the Vulpix to digest inside of Mistral! Mistral (a Swellow) narrows her eyes in thought, thinking about the the two prey she has inside of her crop - one of them a living, squirmy Vulpix, and the other a dead hunk of fur, bones, and residue...
"Unfortunately...", she explains while preening, " I don't have the throat control to cough up just one of you."
Bria sighs in relief. For a second, she actually feels better. "OH THANK ARCEUS! So... so that means we're *both* getting regurgitated, right?"
Mistral smirks.
Bria: ".....t-that means that we're both getting regurgitated... right?"
It does not~
Bria is in full panic mode. Long, sticky strands of saliva stretch between the dead furball nestled between her legs and the squeezing walls of the crop. "nonononono... y-you can't be serious."
Mistral coos~ "Aww, don't you and Blitz want to hang out?~"
Bria can barely speak. "Ok... look... digest me, fine. But not with-" She can't really process what she's saying.
Mistral doesn't let her finish: "You two are going to be such good friends~"
Bria breaks. "Mistral, please!! I can feel him breaking apart!!"
There's no acknowledgement. This isn't a debate. Bria does not need to be convinced of anything. The tummy is going to do the convincing~
"Well, no more putting it off~", Mistral continues as if Bria isn't even speaking. "I've got a long flight tomorrow that you'll be fueling~"
*HULP!*
There's no more talking to the prey, just digestion now. However Bria screams and pleads, Mistral just continues to sing. She's loving every second of her wonderful, squirmy, filling meal. "In you go~", she tweets, "MMmmm~, my tummy is loving you. A fiesty tummy for some feisty prey~"
*gurgle, glorp, squeeze*
"You feel soooo good~"
Bria splashes into the main stomach pouch along with the remains of Blitz. The acid and juices are aleady starting to break the pellet apart. Bria is *inside* of it. She's literally buried in bones, the fur is sticking to her. Disgusted and horrified, she pleads and sobs and begs.
"PLEASE! No no no no Mistral please just NOT with him! I can feel him all over me!! The bones.. keep touching me.. I'm gonna be.."
*gurgle*, the tummy doesn't care~ It grips and hugs and sloshes its prey around like a washing machine.
"So squirmy!", Mistral coos. "I should re-swallow pellets more often! It really adds a lot."
Bria is certainly one of the most energetic prey she's had in a while, and she can't help but think that the little vulpix's extra struggling might have something to do with the constant, omnipresent, horrifying reminder of her fate that she's literally swimming in~. Mmm, what a lovely meal~.
"Can you feel him soaking into you!" She preens her wing as her stomach writhes. "You're gonna be a pellet too! UwU"
With such active prey inside, her stomach goes into overdrive turning its new resident into calories. Pretty soon, Mistral is all done with her meal.
*HACK!*
Back up into the crop~. It feels so good when the lump squeezes through the sphincter up out of her stomach.
*URP! Hack!* See Bria? In a way, you *were* both getting regurgitated together! <3
A slimy, acid and saliva soaked lump of both Vulpix and Quilava fur splats onto the ground. Dead eyes from the two embedded skulls stare out of it. It's a large furball, two prey molded together into a single pellet. Two lives reduced to bones, fur, muck and about 3 hours of flight time's worth of calories.
"Daww~", Mistral can't help but tease one last time, "you two look so cute together~."
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