This is a Melodic Mischief story, which includes Rhyming Poetry indicated by (- - - - -) Progressive Writing indicated by (---) and Sensory/Descriptive Writing indicated by (- -) Melodic Mischief: Bird Wyvern Feeding (Unclean ver.) (Warning! Includes: Oral Vore, Full Tour, Scat, Unwilling Hunter Prey, and Aknosom Pred!) If you only want to read the major vore sections of the story, look for the (VORE HERE ↓↓↓) label. ---------- “You got this. That bird won’t know what hit it.” I’m Silvester, a hunter from Kamura Village with about a year’s worth of experience on my belt. I take a deep breath as my wagon approaches its destination; the Shrine Ruins. When the sky-scraping hills and luscious falls of the locale come into view, I look down to the bounty for the hunt which I hold in my hand. Displayed on the soft paper is a beautifully painted depiction of the Bird Wyvern known as Aknosom; a gracefully fierce monster of territorial elegance and pride. My hand begins to shake as I hold my other up to my forehead. Even despite my year in the hunting industry, I’m not the best hunter around. I’ve fainted on several hunts before, and nearly died on a few. Deep down, I’ve grown to fear that I’ll never be able to compete with the other hunters of Kamura village, and while I know it’s not a competition, I can’t help but feel discouraged when I see them all return from hunts with flying colors. Regardless of my pounding heart and my insecure headspace, I look at my Kamura Charge Blade hung upon the wagon wall and feel a sense of ease. Wielding it in hunts has always brought a certain level of joy and adrenaline that I can’t find anywhere else. My Charge Blade is absolutely beautiful in design, sporting a simple yet effective mix of curves and edges, all crafted from only the finest of Kamura Steel. The sword of the weapon is sharp and pristine, while the shield is thick and equally as deadly, both look delightfully impatient to start cutting some monsters down to size. Even-still, as I stare down my sword’s phial system, I feel a sense of uncertainty overwhelm me. Today’s hunt is one that I’ve opted into completing entirely solo, and even worse, I’ve never fought an Aknosom before, let alone ever actually seen one either. To say that I’m nervous would be an understatement, I’m practically shaking in my boots! “Breathe in Silv, nothing will go wrong, you won’t let it.” I tell myself that everything is going to be alright, that today will finally be the day when I earn recognition for being a competent, skilled hunter. Even despite my inner hopes and my fabricated beliefs that I can do this, I still feel uncertain. Regardless of how I feel, I stand up tall when the wagon reaches its stop. I’m quick to run over to the equipment lined upon the wall and gear myself up in preparation for the hunt. Once I’m fully decked out in an Izuchi crafted set of armor, I grab my Charge Blade off of the wall and click the sword’s blade onto the back of the shield. I take one final deep breath as I strap the weapon onto my back and jump off the wagon onto the soft, fertile soils below. “Ok Po’ Pi’, you stay right here. Don’t go wandering off like you did last time. I love you.” I approach the Popo that guided me here and give the big fluffy fella a hug before I wave him good-bye and start running down the trail leading into the Shrine Ruins. When my run turns into a fast-pace slide down the steep-sloped trail, I reach into my pockets and take out an Armorskin, chugging it for every last drop as I feel the substance harden my skin and strengthen my defenses. It’s only just now that I groan at the realization that I forgot to restock on Demondrugs, things are already off to a mediocre start! Regardless of my own inability to plan ahead. Right as the trail ends into its final drop-off, I leap into the air, feeling the cool breeze grace my hair as I enter the Shrine Ruins. - - As I fall through the cool, fresh breeze of the Shrine Ruin’s gentle embrace. I hold up my arm and spread my hand as I watch my bracelet light up with a beautiful blue glow. Moments later and fluttering out from the mini hive strapped along my side, a friendly, cute Wirebug darts out to the skies near-ahead of me while strapping a wire around my bracelet. It’s quick to tug hard, and in mere seconds, I’m sent flying fast and far through the skies. Once gravity catches up to me and I begin to fall once more, I hold my arm above my head and allow the Wirebug to slow my descent. Soon, I splash upon the cool, shallow waters of the gentle river that flows through the Shrine Ruins. I groan as I feel the cold liquid seep in through the plates of my boots. “”I’ve really got to upgrade my armor to something a bit more secure.”” Nevertheless, I take a moment to stand still and relax. Even though the Shrine Ruins tend to be riddled with monsters of all kinds, it’s still a locale with beauty unlike any other. The steep, skyscraping hills that pierce the clouds above, and the soft greens and browns of the healthy grass and fertile muds all give the area a distinctly lively feel. In the fields ahead of me, I can see Bombadgy lazing about, relaxing in the sun alongside a few Felynes that I presume scour the land in search of herbs to harvest. In the near-distance, there’s an archway composed of stones most likely derived from many, many years before I was born. As the name Shrine Ruins would imply, this whole area used to be home to an ancient culture that has since fallen apart and almost entirely dispersed beneath the soils. Some Relic Records that have been uncovered around the area appear to depict that the society collapsed due to the wrath of the gods, but I’m personally a little unsure if that was actually the case. All I know for certain is that I love this place, it is beautiful and gentle, yet equally as fierce and dangerous. I do feel kind of uneasy, thinking about all of the times that I’ve fainted and nearly died in this locale, but even all of my worries are overshadowed by the warmness of nature that the Shrine Ruins provide. If I could live here, I definitely would. Alas, when the threat of monsters would constantly loom over your home, such an idea must simply remain as fantasy. When I think I’ve had my fill of taking in the sights. I decide that it’s time to begin the trek up to where the Aknosom was sighted. The bounty claims that the monster should be somewhere around the worn-down homestead just north of here. I check my map and look towards the area I have marked. “”It’s in or around area 9, I’ll be fine, I know I will. I have several hunts under my belt, I can do this!”” --- So I start off with a casual stroll through the ruins, pacing myself lightly before I ramp up into a jog. As I pass by the group of Bombadgy, they look at me with their lazy, nearly-uncanny grins. Meanwhile, some of the Felynes, being as curious as they are, start to follow me. The fluffy little friends keep their distance, but even when they’re out of sight, I can hear the sounds of their tiny little paws shifting through the grass and tracing behind me. I don’t mind of course, it’s only really the Melynxes that I dislike, if only just for the fact that they stole my entire BBQ Spit once. At the memories of moments relating to food, my stomach begins to growl. I ate some dango before starting my trip, but me being the glutton I am, I’m already hungry again. In a moment of quick decision making, I decide to park myself under the archway leading deeper into the ruins and pull out my foldable BBQ Spit. “Man, good thing I never go anywhere without my trusty backup Raw Meat!” I pull out a huge steak still fresh on the bone from my Item Pouch and quickly stick it on the spit. I watch in happy delight as I spin the steak around and look at the beautiful pinks and reds turn into delectably darker pinks and reds. My friends would always call me the master chef when it comes to my cooking skills out in the field. In all of my life, I’ve never made anything but Well-Done Steaks, with each one being cooked to pure, utter perfection and seasoned into something truly magical. Unfortunately, I forgot the seasonings on this trip, but that won’t matter, my mouth still drools at the thought of food. - - - - - I can hardly wait As I cook this hearty steak. I watch the juices flow As I spin it nice and slow. Oh, it looks so tasty That it makes my stomach hasty~ “”Aaaaaand!” “OH! SO TASTY!” --- I thrust the Well-Done Steak above my head in victory, watching with accomplishment as delightfully thick juices flow from the pristinely perfected meat. I simply can’t wait any longer! I must eat! Then, in utter shock. Right as I lift the delightfully delectable meal down towards my drooling mouth, a Melynx jumps out from a nearby patch of flowers, soaring over my head as it snatches the Well-Done Steak right out from the palm of my hand. For a moment, I’m petrified like stone as I can hardly believe my eyes, and when I finally do, the Melynx is already beginning to burrow underground, taking my evening meal along with it. In a moment of panic, I dash towards the furry thief and try to retrieve my food. My heart sinks as my arms just barely miss the Melynx, giving the small creature enough time to burrow itself away. “N-No! My meal! I-... Ah- I guess I can just cook another one, but that steak looked so- WAIT-” As I turn around, I spot another one of the little guys running away with my BBQ Spit. “NOT AGAIN!” I scream and jump towards the Lynian, attempting to bat my Spit out of its paws. Unfortunately for me, my arms hit nothing but air as the Melynx burrows underground and vanishes along with my spit, completely denying me any potential meals while out on this hunt. In complete defeat, I slap the ground and give a soft whimper that nobody could hear. I am so hungry too, and now I’m going to have to fight an Aknosom on an empty stomach. Unable to fully believe what just happened, I get myself up off the ground and begrudgingly continue my hike up the trail. My own belly growls at me, disappointed by the fact that I hyped it up for one of the most delicious looking steaks of my life. “Why does this always happen to me?!” I murmur to myself underneath my breath. The hunt isn’t over yet, but now I kind of wish it was, and my belly does too. Nevertheless, I push on. As I walk up the trail leading to the worn-down homestead, the sun that rests upon the horizon slowly begins to dip below the hills, bathing the land in a beautiful, golden warmth that showers the Shrine Ruins one last time before nightfall. Normally, I’d never neglect the opportunity to take in the sunset, but I’m hungry, and this hunt is more important to me. Regardless of how I feel, I have to succeed. As I walk up the trail, I feel a shadow of worry overcome to me. As the land slowly fades into the darkness of nighttime, I feel overcome with the sense that I’m being watched. I don’t stop my trek, but I constantly look behind myself, feeling as though a predator is stalking me from just out of sight. When I hear a bush rustle just around the corner behind me, my hand darts to the Charge Blade upon my back and quickly unsheathes the complex weaponry. I grab my shield and hold it up to my chest as I look all around myself and stand still as stone. “Who’s there?! Show yourself!” As my gaze rushes from bush to corner then back and forth, I hear yet another rustle behind me and turn to see it. In front of me and standing tall on one leg is a monster unlike any other, with its wings and crest concealing its true nature. My heart begins to thump at a rapid pace, so I hold my weapon tighter and try to stay calm. - - - - - I look at the bird As it stares at me back. While the skies behind it Turn a moonlit black. My breathing grows heavy As I’m overcome with dread. I start to get the feeling That I’m in over my head. - - The creature before me is absolutely gorgeous, with an elegant mix of soft crimsons and golds that line each of its feathers, including its crest. As its strong wings wrap neatly over its chest and conceal its body as though it were an umbrella, its pupils dilate towards me. The bird’s gaze is piercing; it stares deeply into my very soul as I catch a glimpse of the long, sharp, black-crimson beak that makes prey shiver in terror. My hands begin to shake and shiver, the Bird Wyvern’s presence is unmistakably intimidating, and the way its tall, powerful posture towers over my own makes me feel tiny in comparison. For what feels like an eternity, we’re stuck in a frozen stand-still, with neither of us making even so much as a sound as we stare at each other. I nearly murmur a shriek when the towering beast finally shows signs of life. Its wings very slowly spread to either side of its magnificent frame, blotting out the world behind them as they stretch to greet the midnight breeze. Then the beast steps towards me, making my courage shatter apart as I watch its thick, powerful talons shape the mud below it, leaving behind the unmistakable prints of a predator, nay, a monster! My heart momentarily freezes as I watch the beast stretch its neck to silhouette the moon scraping over the horizon beyond. I look at the great beast’s dark beak as it peeks open to reveal its long and powerful tongue that drips with fresh saliva. The graceful Aknosom’s inner maw is accompanied by a soft, warm steam littered with flammable venoms. And then, it roars. In mere moments, the peaceful serenity of the Shrine Ruins is completely overcome by the loud, ferocious shriek of a Bird Wyvern. At the horrible screech of the Aknosom’s mighty caw, I hold my hands up to my ears and try to blot out the wretched noise. This is my first time experiencing a monster roar of this scale, and I’m really starting to wish that I had brought Earplugs, regardless, I manage to brace myself through the Aknosom’s call and stand up tall once the echo fades. I look to the beast and regain my focus, now noticing that its beak is pointing directly at me. As I stare at it, watching venom and saliva drip from the corners of its beak, I gulp down my fear and lift up my sword. Despite all of my anxieties, I point my blade at the monster. “Let the games begin.” --- With that, our battle begins. I dash towards the Aknosom with my sword held to the side and prepare to go in for a slash. Seeming as though it wasn’t expecting me to make such a fast and eager move, the Aknosom tries to hop away, but before it can, my blade grazes one of its legs. The moment that I watch and feel my sword make impact, all of my anxieties all fade into adrenaline. Despite the danger I put myself in by fighting an Aknosom, the experience of battle is a feeling I crave, a rumbling sensation that I feel as though I need it to survive. I follow the Aknosom’s movements and rush in further. “Ok Silvester, you can do this!” With a war waged between me and the Aknosom, I murmur to myself hopeful prayers of confidence. After just a few minutes of our back and forth, the battle heats up considerably and I begin to sweat. ------------------------------------ A long back and forth later ------------------------------------ I hold up my shield in anticipation as the Aknosom’s inner beak glows a soft red before spewing venom that quickly ignites into a fireball towards me. I grunt as I feel it impact hard against my fully charged shield, sliding me back several feet. Behind my shield, I can see the Aknosom lifting up its beak in preparation to peck at me, and in a moment of quick thinking, I lodge my sword into the shield and shift into axe mode. I feel an overwhelming courage as I use the weight of the axe to spin it around in preparation of a Super Amped Elemental Discharge. “EAT THIS!” I roar as I slam the axe down towards the earth, positive that I am going to hit the Aknosom as it rears down to peck at me. Unfortunately, in a complete turn of events, the Aknosom hops off to the side and onto a single leg, completely avoiding my attack as I audibly gasp in a mix of shock and terror. The bird folds its wings and mimics the appearance of an umbrella before sweeping its right wing across the ground. The wing hits me with so much force that my own axe is dislodged from my grip and I’m sent flying hard into the nearby pile of ruins. My back hits so hard against one of the broken supports of the structure that I can hear my own bones creaking and whining in agony. “F- Urk- Shit- No!” I see the Aknosom slowly hopping towards me, twirling gracefully from leg to leg as its slender, umbrella-esque posture approaches me like a reaper coming to claim a new soul. Any beauty I find in the beast is completely overshadowed by my fear at this moment, and as I see it land on both legs then lift up its beak to strike, I achingly roll to the side and narrowly avoid its piercing peck. Quickly after, I thrust out my arm and try to pull myself away using my last Wirebug, but the unthinkable happens and my stomach sinks. (VORE HERE ↓↓↓) (↓↓↓) (↓↓↓) (↓↓↓) The Wirebug darts behind the Bird Wyvern and tugs hard against the bracelet strapped around my wrist, I audibly gasp in terror when I see the Aknosom bite the wire that bonds me to the insect. In seconds, my whole body is slammed hard against the blunt side of the bird’s beak and I grunt in pain as the pull of my Wirebug clashes with the sheer grip of the Aknosom’s hold. I feel the bracelet worn tight around my wrist begin to slip, unable to withstand the Wirebug’s powerful tug. I greatly fear the idea of my only potential escape slipping away, but even my fears are cut short when the bracelet is sent flying from my hand and through the Bird Wyvern’s beak. I groan as I fall back down into the rubble below. I look up to see the monster towering above me and notice my Wirebug flying away. My eyes reflect the horror in my pounding heart as I watch the Bird Wyvern lift up its sharp, deadly beak in preparation for the final blow. Seeing nowhere to go and no time to escape my fate, I squint my eyes shut and take what I assume will be my last breath. As I hear the Aknosom’s beak effortlessly shatter the piles of rubble around me, I begin to believe that my time is up, that I’d open my eyes to see the pearly gates before me. Much to my surprise, as I open my eyes, I see a sight that is neither a gate nor pearly. “G-Gulp-” I swallow hard as my vision meets with the dark, undulating pinks and purples of a tight, salivating mouth. It takes me a moment of disbelief before I finally realize where I’m looking, and when I do, I shudder wildly and gag at the scent that festers from deeper within. I’m staring right down the inner beak and undulating throat of an Aknosom! In a moment of panic, I slap hard against the outer rim of the beast’s sharp beak. In response, the Bird Wyvern clenches its beak tight around my shoulders, rendering me unable to do anything but kick my legs as it drags me out from the pile of rubble and dangles me mid-air. All the while, I can’t stop looking at the monster’s throat, feeling an overwhelming worry that I know exactly what the monster wants to do with me, I tense up and feel my stomach groan in disgust at the idea. “”This can’t be happening!”” - - - - - “Oh god, wait!” “Heavens, don’t!” “I’m not food!” “Please, no!” “Please listen!” “I swear it is true!” “Don’t eat me!” “I’m bad for you!” “Just, stop!” “And please let me go!” “Can’t you release me?!” “I want to go home!” - - My whole entire body begins to shiver and tingle as I can’t tear my gaze away from the deep, dark pink abyss that waits for me. All the while, the monster’s long, uncaring tongue slurps along my upper body, coating my entire face in a fresh layer of warm, slick saliva. The substance is unbearably thick, and the more that the bird slurps its tongue over me, the more that I feel weighed down like being drenched in a rainstorm; a very warm, very steamy rainstorm. I squint my eyes shut as the Aknosom’s tongue goes for another lick across my face and batters me with yet another onslaught of its warm juices. I can’t see anything but the Bird Wyvern’s inner beak and just a small glimpse of the outside world, but even despite the fact that I can’t see my predators enjoyment, I can feel all too well how it delights indulging in my squirmy flavor. I fall into a moment of panic when the Aknosom flicks its beak upwards and launches me into the air. I audibly scream before quickly plummeting straight back down into the avian’s awaiting maw. I land in such a way that I’m perfectly positioned for my predator to swallow me down, so I kick my legs in a panic while I yell and scream and beg for mercy. I don’t know what to do, no matter how much I struggle, the Aknosom has an unbreakable hold on me, and as it tilts its beak upwards, I realize just how quickly I’m running out of time. After about a minute of being forced to stare directly into a mighty monster’s throat, I begin to slide forward as my predator softly jolts its head back and forth. I try to scream one more time, but before I can, my face squeezes against the tight orifice that eagerly awaits its meal. The feeling of moist, undulating flesh tickles and caresses my sense of touch, while the scent that flows from deeper within violates my sense of smell; it’s all so wretched that I start to grow light-headed. My energy slowly drains from my body as I spend it all on attempting to fight a battle I simply cannot win. In mere moments; ”Sqlrsh!” The sound of flesh on all sides swallows around my skull and dominates my hearing. My shivering shudders momentarily pause as I start to realize further just what’s going to happen to me. I’m being eaten! I’m being swallowed whole and alive, and I can’t stop it! “”Help me!”” I beg amidst my inner mind. My shoulders soon press hard against the Aknosom’s esophagus, and in just a few jolting motions, the Bird Wyvern swallows them down with effortless ease. As I get swallowed deeper and deeper, the horrid stench that festers within my predator grows near, already, my nostrils are beginning to twitch and sting. --- “Mrf- Crk- S-Stop- Why?! Please- I b-beg!” I try to speak up through the thick flesh that conceals me whole. Unfortunately, even my loudest cries fall on deaf ears. No matter how much I want to stop my descent, the Aknosom isn’t willing to let its dinner go. I slap and jerk and struggle, but even my strongest motions hardly phase my predator, with the Aknosom giving not a care in the world about my horribly grody predicament. It doesn’t take long before I feel my chest and stomach being gulped down into the Bird Wyvern’s throat, leaving only my legs kicking pitifully against its inner beak. “Mrf- Stooop!” I don’t stop trying to persuade the glutton that eats me alive. Even as I learn that words mean nothing to the beast, I don’t stop begging. I don’t want to be eaten, this can’t be how my journey as a hunter ends! As I feel my knees get consumed by slimy dark pink caverns, my head starts to empty out into a somewhat roomier chamber, one that’s completely drenched in entire pools of thick, incredibly warm saliva and other digestive juices. As my head softly splashes against the slimy pool, I cease my incessant begging, not wanting to drink up any of the disgusting juices found within my predator. As I writhe within darkness, I slowly remember that birds have crops! In a matter of seconds, all of the grossly specific details about how Bird Wyverns digest their prey come rushing back to me. I uncontrollably gag at the realization that I’m going to be trapped and squeezed for who knows how long until I’m soft enough to pass deeper and digest further. I’m so mentally stuck on what’s going to happen to me that I don’t even notice my legs splashing into the Aknosom’s crop along with my feet, entirely sealing me away within my predator’s gracefully slim frame. It’s so tight in here that I completely doubt I’m making even so much as a bulge on the Bird Wyvern’s upper chest. A sudden rumbling of my environment snaps me out of my thoughts as the Aknosom caws loudly in victory. Being stuck within the very monster that’s roaring in victory causes a horrid echo to accompany its screech; an echo that no matter how hard I try to block out, loudly reminds me of how I pitifully failed against the monster I had sworn to defeat. Hearing my predator essentially laugh at my own fate of stewing within its digestive tract renews my will to struggle. Using whatever last few slivers of energy I have left, I kick and squirm, trying my hardest to bash against the walls and force the Aknosom to regurgitate me. - - - - - I push and wriggle Against the walls. As I’m trapped within These fleshy halls. I try my best To no avail As all my efforts Soon grow stale. - - Despite even my greatest attempts to resist, the unbearable heat of my predator’s crop saps all of my energy and leaves me completely exhausted and defeated as the walls close in and tighten. They clench tight around every inch of my body, squeezing it and slowly softening me up as my vision starts to blur. If not for the Armorskin I drank before the hunt, I’d likely already have fainted by now, but alas, I have just enough vitality to ensure that I am forced to endure more of this hell than I’d ever want to. As I’m trapped and nearly being crushed on all sides by thick, relentless flesh, I begin to cry. My whole body is starting to tingle, and I have no room to move and hardly any to breathe. Even then, every time I breathe in, I get a whiff of the horrible aroma that permeates within the Aknosom. Deep down, I know I haven’t experienced the worst of it yet, and I pray that I won’t have to. Unfortunately, things are looking bleaker with every passing moment I spend writhing in my predator’s crop. I can feel my environment shifting and jostling as the Aknosom jumps into the air and begins flying for its nest. All of the motion and movement of my merciless confines causes the heat to rise, and as things continue to get warmer, I lose more and more of my will to keep hope. I’m starting to realize that nobody will save me, and that it would most likely be too late if anyone tried. I cough and gag as a bit of saliva and other bodily juices flood in through the corner of my mouth. The flavor is absolutely horrid, and my tongue tingles as its taste buds are brutally assaulted with the grody texture. I try to spit it back out, but when I do, more of the stuff floods in, forcing me to begrudgingly swallow it down as my own stomach angrily rumbles at me in disgust. I’m unsure how long the Armorskin will keep me safe in here, I sincerely doubt for much longer. A part of me is praying that I’ll be knocked unconscious soon, but such an idea is nowhere in sight and I remain awake through this living nightmare. My armor is slowly falling apart, strand by strand and piece by piece, leaving my bare skin exposed to the sweltering heat. The monster’s flesh squeezes tight and stings at my own, leaving me in pure agony as I can’t do anything to fight it. I groan and whimper as the monster’s crop continues to clench and hold me tighter and tighter. “”Stop!”” I beg within my head, not daring to speak aloud anymore as I want this nightmare to end, whether with me breathing fresh air or falling apart into darkness. Neither of my wishes are seeming to come true in any sense. “”Stop, I’ll do anything!”” --- My aching body shudders as I feel a sudden force of peristalsis begin to push me forward. Meanwhile I can sense the weighty motions that are the Aknosom landing on solid ground just outside. My thoughts of the outside world make me yearn even more just to go home. A part of me is beginning to wish that I’d never even became a hunter in the first place, so long as I’d never have to live through the dark pink caverns I’m squeezing through right now. Alas, nothing can take my mind off the reality that I’m forced to endure. As I’m very slowly squished and pushed through the Aknosom’s long digestive tract, I gag and cough, noticing how the smell continues to get worse as I pass through. “”I’m not food- W-Why!”” I continue protesting in my head even despite knowing that my protests would mean absolutely nothing to my predator. Even though I tell myself I’m not food, that’s all that I feel like right now; just a snack passing through a gluttonous Bird Wyvern’s body, almost certainly bound to be processed into a gross splotch of white- Disgusting- A substance too dreadful to think of. It doesn’t take much longer before I start to empty out into a roomier, yet far more violent chamber. It’s one that squeezes me tight and batters against my weak, exhausted body as my legs and feet are quick to follow. Littering the floor and the walls in here are thick gunks and gross sludges that waft a scent so indescribable that my lungs begin to sting from the horridness. I quickly realize where I am, and the stomach that conceals me happily rumbles in delight, joyous to be full of living, squirmy prey. “”Urk- Can’t- Even- Wiggle-”” Even my own thoughts are starting to grow muffled and incoherent, with the heat and the stench wearing down my conscience with every passing minute that I boil in this cauldron of stomach juices. I feel acids leak out onto my skin, and the sensation makes my flesh burn wildly, although much to my surprise, I don’t feel like I’m melting. The Armorskin must be what’s making me resilient to digesting in here, but at the realization that I might just survive this trip, I also realize that there’s only one way out from here. I try to squirm for a way out, for a way to speed up this wretched process and get the worst of it over with, but the stomach clenches tight and completely denies me any hope of escape as I can’t even move my arms to plug my own nose. Just outside, while I don’t know for certain, it feels as though the Aknosom has sat itself down to rest. It’s humiliating to think that my predator has won so fully that it can sleep on a stomach full of me and enjoy its night without a care in the world as I boil alive in a wretched heat far worse than even the fires its venom can ignite. No matter what I do, I can’t fight it, I can’t do anything to speed up this hell and am forced to endure every single second of this inconceivable nightmare. - - - - - I sludge and slog Through the dark pink caves. Through this horrid smelling bog Where prey meet their graves. I’m still intact I’m still pressing on. But I’m growing further numb As I think this dreaded song. - - The Aknosom’s stomach is brutal, even more-so than the monster itself. As those thick, unbreakable walls press in tighter and mash against me without remorse, I mumble out several groans of pure agony. My senses are being completely violated by this environment, the way that the heat boils me alive, the way that the gross sludge drips over every inch of my body, the way that the walls beat against me like I’m in a blender, and that god-awful smell worst of all, it’s too much, I want to knock myself out but I can’t, I’m fully awake and there’s nothing I can do about it. My head is beginning to fog so much that I forget how long I’ve spent in here. All I remember is that it’s been too long and I want out. No matter how much my thoughts beg for mercy, the seconds turn into minutes and the minutes turn into hours of constantly being blended into a defeated mess of a hunter. Even though my body isn’t breaking, my mind, my conscience, it is all crumbling into a begging mess that will never resemble a hunter ever again. While my sense of hearing is overly dominated by the sounds of flesh rumbling and pressing against me, I can faintly hear the Aknosom’s breathing along with its heartbeat. Perhaps because my own headspace has been so overwhelmingly broken, I find the consistent thumping of the monster’s heart and soft flow of the monster’s breathing to be oddly soothing, as if it somehow takes away from the bubbling hot reality that I’m passing through its digestive tract. I still hate my situation whole-heartedly, but at-least I’m still alive, even if I don’t necessarily want to be awake in here. I uncomfortably try to wiggle, but unsurprisingly the stomach holds tight and keeps me still. I’m already feeling stiff and starting to ache from my uncomfortable position, but no matter how hard I try, I’m completely stuck. I don’t even notice when the stomach starts slowly pushing me forward, being too lost within my own cloudy thoughts. As I’m being squeezed deeper, my face presses through a thick pile of sludge, comprised of whatever’s left of what my predator's last meal. Unfortunately, I involuntarily take a breath, and immediately, my nostrils are blasted and completely overcome with a wretched stench a million times worse than what I was breathing before. “”How- How could things get worse?!”” I ask myself as my body slowly passes through the Aknosom. While I can’t see it, I know that I’m slowly dipping into the Bird Wyvern’s lower half, growing nearer and nearer to what I’m dreading the most. The smell’s growing worse, the passages are growing tighter, and the digestive process is growing more and more harsh against my defeated self. I don’t know how long it takes, but eventually; --- I squeeze into the Aknosom’s small intestine accompanied by an echoing “Splrsh” of the tight cavern eagerly accepting my journey deeper. The moment I enter the near-endless maze of flesh, I splatter face first into a watery mix of half-solid goop. It’s not as bad as it’s going to get later, but some of the sludge that was in the stomach is following through along with me. I can’t help but think about what it’s all going to feel and smell like in the tail-end of the process, and the thoughts make me shiver uncontrollably. “”F- Fuck- No- No- No- No!” My mind starts repeating its protests without end, still in complete disbelief over what’s happening to me. “”This can’t be happening!”” I tell myself over and over again that this can’t be real, that I’m not sludging through a Bird Wyvern’s intestines along with soon-to-be bird poop. Alas, with all of my senses being assaulted by an onslaught of sights, smells, and sounds, this is no dream. I can’t move, I can’t do anything, the smell is getting worse and I’m passing through a bird’s intestines, there’s no other way around it. “”I’m sorry…”” I apologize within my own mind towards the predator that I’m trapped inside. I know that there is no forgiveness at this point, but I apologize regardless in the hopes that some miracle will save me from this deep, oh-so-deep cave exploration that I can’t wiggle my way out of. “”Yuck- Get it over with, I beg of you!”” Even after being inside the Aknosom’s small intestine for what must hardly be an hour, I’m already appalled at the way I can feel the half-solid waste around me continue to thicken and harden into a gross, brown-ish sludge. Even despite all that, the solid gunks do not compare to the puddles and pools of the liquid waste that I’m being steadily submerged more and more into. For the longest time, I had forgotten that most avian-esque monsters expel their liquid waste through the same exits as their solid waste, and for this Aknosom in particular, follows it all the way from the small intestine. I’d never expected this would be the event that causes me to remember, nay, experience it first-hand. It’s absolutely disgusting being in here to witness the process with every single one of my senses, and I can’t help but throw up, further adding to the pools of appalling slimes. - - - - - The smell is horrible I can hardly breathe! My trip is unbearable I can’t even see! It’s dark and mushy As I travel through these depths. And there’s nothing I can do The hunter in me has left. - - I slog through the Aknosom’s bowels for what feels like eternities, constantly getting pushed head first into entire puddles and pools of white and brown bird shit against my will. I can’t even tell if I’m actually moving forward anymore, everything within the Bird Wyvern’s dark bowels look exactly the same; Just pitch black darkness with a hint of fleshy pink. I hope and pray that I’m still moving at a steady pace, that I won’t be in here for longer than I have to, but all of my senses are broken, completely dominated by everything about this expedition down under. Whatever is left in my stomach fully empties onto the fleshy floor below as I vomit again when a bit of the pasty slimes manage to splash into my nose. It smells so horrible, so undeniably disgusting that I nearly pass out from the smell alone. Unfortunately for me, I manage to stay awake and am forced to continue to sniff in the awful aroma. Despite that the Aknosom is surely sleeping, the monster’s inner body does not cease its onslaught, nor does it even give me just a single second to breathe. My poor, exhausted body is continuously blended, only staying in one piece thanks to the Armorskin I had drank. I whole-heartedly wish that I had never even considered the idea of fighting the Aknosom, had I known that it would treat me so mercilessly beforehand. “”The smell-... The smell-”” Being so clouded in the head, I begin repeating the same thoughts over and over again, and most of them revolve around the wretched stench that is eating away at my very spirit. “”Soon- I’ll breathe fresh air soon-”” Amidst my repeating thoughts, I pray that I’m nearing the end of this journey, that my lungs can breathe fresh air again. I’m not even sure how I’m breathing enough oxygen through the gas to survive in the first place, it must be a curse that I’m still awake. Regardless of whether my situation is in fact a curse or just a horrible turn of events, the fact still remains that I’m trapped within Aknosom bowels with no end in sight. The smell is somehow still growing worse, and the half-solid shit around me is continuing to stiffen into its final state while the liquid waste is continuing to pile up into gross white pastes. “”I can’t- I can’t take this anymore”” I try wiggling, but without any energy to spend, all I end up doing is shuddering. I try to press out against the walls, but they’re far too tough and hardly even acknowledge my struggles. After my pathetic attempts at doing anything more than a light squirm, I slump down and give up yet again. There’s no fighting the Aknosom’s bowels, and while I had always known that fact since the moment I was squeezed in here, it’s still just as disheartening as ever. “”I have to be close- I must be close!”” I think, still completely unaware of how much longer I have left to rot inside this prison. --- But, amidst it all, even as the smell grows worse and worse, I sense a glimmer of hope as the tight confines around me loosen up ever so slightly before pressing me through a tight valve and into what I pray to be the final moments of my journey; The large intestine. The moment I’m dumped in along with all of the waste that stains my entirety, gas rushes about, further wafting the scent as it reaches its final level of intensity. My lungs, my nose, even my eyes at this point, they all burn and ache, being brutally assaulted by the worst this Bird Wyvern has to offer. “”Almost- Almost-”” I pray that I must be close, so I hold out, I try to brace through the monster’s inner offense, truly believing that I’m near the outside world, I must be. Alas, I’m not there yet, and regardless of how close I am, the constant peristalsis and kneading of the walls against my body will make sure that this goes down as an experience I will never forget. I feel a sudden burst of motion as a loud screeching “Caw!!!” clues me in that the Aknosom has woken from its sleep. I’ve lost my sense of time, unable to see any semblance of light in these wretched depths, but hearing the Aknosom call towards the skies leads me to believe that it’s morning. “”A- A- A whole day?!”” My stomach has already sunk so deep from the horrors I’m facing that I don’t even feel particularly phased by the realization that an entire day of my life was spent inside the guts of a Bird Wyvern, but I still feel disgusted nonetheless. I try to wiggle, maybe I can get myself out of here. Much to my surprise, I actually do manage to make some movement, albeit not much more than a couple squirms and a few kicks. Even just from being able to move the limbs on my body, I feel overcome with courage, with newfound willpower to survive this. - - - - - “”I’m almost there”” “”I simply must be!”” “”Let me out of here”” “”Hear my hopeful plea!”” I squirm and writhe And roll around in shit. As I try to expedite the process With my mostly broken wit. - - The Aknosom’s large intestine is proving to be by far the worst that its inner body has to offer, not so much from the aggression of peristalsis, but from the scent and feel alone. There’s so much gunk in here, from gross, half-solid browns to pasty, clingy whites, it’s like swimming face first through a swamp. Nevertheless, I swim through it, wiggling my closer and closer to what has to be freedom. As I struggle and squirm, the constant peristalsis aids me, helping to push me forward at a steady pace. Unfortunately, that also means that I can’t avoid any of the fecal matter that is stuck in here, and whether or not I want to, I’m piled up along with it, waiting for the backdoor to finally greet me. The sensations of poop clinging to almost every inch of my exhausted, nearly-broken body is a feeling that won’t come out in the wash, just like the smell. I know that the stench, all the way to the stains are all going to stick with me for years, but my freedom is what I crave the most, I’m so close, I have to be! The confines around me groan, ringing loudly in my ears as my environment shakes wildly before flowing into a consistent motion of ups and downs. I assume that the Aknosom is taking flight. At first, I don’t think much of it, but then the confines around me clench and hold me still. Perhaps because it’s a huge Bird Wyvern with an even stronger digestive system, the Aknosom manages to clench its bowels tight and stop the shit from continuing on its passage, even the pasty half-liquid waste. At the realization that I’ve stopped, I try to squirm and wiggle further on my own, but yet again, the Aknosom’s lower bowels easily stop what they don’t want to move, and yet again, I’m forced to give up. “”Stop this! I am not your toy!”” My mind strikes out with the last of its newfound willpower before succumbing back into its broken disgusts. “”H-Haven’t I been through enough?”” I ask within my head, knowing that I’ll receive no answer from the monster happy to have me stuck in here. --- “Cough- Uuuurgh-” I groan with a sickness in my voice. My stomach and my lungs and all of my senses, they all hurt so much. I’m uncomfortable and my body is starting to cramp worse than it ever has before. I can’t hear any of the outside world, and I haven’t been able to since the moment the Aknosom consumed me. I’m slowly forgetting about the minute details of the world outside, with my tight confines repeatedly reminding me that this is where I’m stuck, and that I’ll only be let out when the Aknosom feels like it. “”Just a bit longer- Please- Stop- This…”” My vision is starting to fog considerably, and I feel overcome with the feeling like I’m going to pass out at any minute. I feel kind of relieved at the idea of passing out, but at the same time, I’ve endured so much of this hell that I want to be awake to embrace the outside world when it finally greets me. The flesh around me groans and rumbles as the large intestine loosens up and allows the peristalsis to continue pushing me forward. I’m moving again, the exit must be drawing near. “”No more than another hour- I beg!”” The constant up and down motions of my predator begin to slow as it presumably lands back down on solid ground. I don’t know what it’s doing, but all I hope is that it’s looking for a place to relieve itself. As it seems to step and hop from to and fro, the gas within my prison begins to waft considerably more. All around me, the pasty white goos begin to bubble and slosh around, splashing all over my entirety and especially my face. Things are heating up considerably, and I nearly faint from the warmth alone, but with whatever sliver of broken willpower I have left, I stay awake, needing to see this through. - - - - - It bubbles and boils And wafts the wretched stench. As I writhe and toil Through the Wyvern’s deepest depths. I’m weak and exhausted I can’t think straight. But even though I’m broken I must stay awake. - - As I am being pushed on by the Bird Wyvern’s powerful bowels, a scent tickles my nose the moment I reach its rectum. It doesn’t smell like the horrid waste I’m drenched in, in fact, it smells like nature, the outside world! At the realization that I’m getting tantalizingly close to my freedom, I try to write forward. I don’t really manage to force any faster progress, but regardless, I have hope. It won’t be long now, it can’t be. I let the Aknosom’s large intestine push me along towards the back-door where its waste must always leave. Some more bird shit splatters along my face, bubbling hot. While it stings quite a fair amount and I can’t even move my arm up to wipe it off, I hardly pay attention to it, all I can think about is getting out of here. Soon, I reach a tight sphincter, an orifice leading to the outside world. My head is first to press against it, and while my journey halts for just a moment, a strong rush of muscle squeezes me forward through the Aknosom’s anus. White splatters of half-liquid paste are first to escape as my head squeezes out moments later. The moment I feel fresh air greet my lungs, I loudly gasp to refresh myself before coughing and gagging at the smell that still lingers. As my shoulders are being released into the freedom of the outside world, bits and brown clumps of solid-waste plop onto the ground below. I wiggle and writhe and continue to gasp for air, hoping and praying that the Aknosom won’t notice I’m still alive and decide to finish the job. My face is practically drenched and dripping with all sorts of the Aknosom’s shit, and I can hardly even see through the gross white paste that drips over my eyelashes, but even-still, I watch the ground as it grows closer and closer until… I land on the hard ground below, achingly shuddering as I slap around every bruised limb on my body, making sure that I can still move after that whole endeavor. Once I’ve checked that my body is working as intended, I look up to the ass towering above me. I would actually be inclined to call the Aknosom’s beautifully shaped tail gorgeous from this view if not for the fact that I was just stewing alive deep inside the hole right below it. --- “GASP- Air! Urk- Ah- Ahh!” I quickly wipe the bird shit off of my face, well- As much of it as I can at-least. A lot of it still sticks to my skin, but at the very least I’m not drowning in the stuff anymore. My hope and relief turns to fear as the Aknosom turns around to look at me. “”This is surely my last moment!”” I think, almost entirely believing that the monster is going to see me still alive and decide to finish the job, or worse, eat me again. I nearly gasp in terrified suspense as the Aknosom lowers its head down to me, but instead of attacking, it smirks. At-least, I think it smirks, all I know is that in the beast’s eyes, I don’t see anger, rather, I see amusement; a joy at the sight of me being covered in its own shit. “”Did it know I was still alive the whole time?!”” I wonder. However, my wonders and confusions are cut short the moment that the Aknosom roars against my face and splatters strands and dribbles of saliva all over my expression. I get a glimpse into its beak and shudder at the unforgettable experience I had deeper beyond. And then, the beast hops back and onto one leg, embodying the appearance of an umbrella one last time before it turns around and hops into the air. It flies away, leaving me in a cold, stench-reeking silence as I watch my predator fly off into the sky. “Ah- Ah! Oh thank god!” I nearly yell aloud when the monster is out of earshot, overjoyed to finally be out of the hellish dark pink environment of bird bowels. My stomach still aches and groans, both hungry and disgusted, but I don’t care, I’m free, I’m covered in bird shit and sitting on a whole pile of the stuff, but I’m free! “I need to get back home!” With my almost entirely broken set of armor, I stand up and limp towards a landmark I recognize. “”I’m going to make it home, and then never hunt again!”” ---------------------------- Returning to Kamura ---------------------------- As I’m walking down a familiar trail that should take me back to camp, I get a cold chill down my spine. I’m suddenly overcome with the feeling that I’m being watched by prying eyes, and I completely freeze up as a thick, grey fog begins to wash over the land. The fog looks eerily familiar, as though I’ve seen it before. When a hint of purple, toxic mist begins to encircle around the area, I realize what’s happening. Moments later, the earth rumbles and quakes as something huge lands right behind me. I slowly turn around to face my greatest fear. “WHY ME?!” I scream! (To be continued?) - And that’s the end! Thank-you so much for reading! I sincerely hope you enjoyed!