Click.. click.. click.. "Hmm.." clack.. "That's.. it'd be easy to tell if they were... uh.." Feline paws fall from the keyboard and onto their owner's lap, as the calico sits back in thought.. He pushes his chair using his feet paws on the desk, but the back of his head meets with a soft and squishy surface..

     "Why.. hello to you too~," A feathered hand turns the chair around, leaving the feline staring right into a soft feathered belly... "M-Mar? How'd you..?" The cat quickly looks up at the bird's face, their own flushed. "That's right.. my eyes are up here.." The magpie leans down, eyes level with the cat.. "You left your window open.. silly kitty.."

     "Use my name at leas-" before the cat could finish, Mar interrupts reading the screen.. "'Greedy.. guts intent on.. churning me..' for a snack you sure don't seem to know how guts work.." The bird turns languidly, before approaching and casually straddling the cat, thighs on each side of him.. "W-what..?"

     "Prey wouldn't know if they weren't told.. I could churn you up, and you'd not know before you were adding to these hips of mine~" As if to tease the bird squishes the kitty with them, causing a flustered cat to respond, "I-I totally could! I've been in plenty of guts.." Regret immediately shows on the cat's face, when he notices Mar lean closely with a glimmer of.. something.

     "Would you.. like to bet your life on that?~" Mar crosses their arms behind the feline's neck, not allowing any personal space between them.. "I-I.." The cat's brain slows as he feels the bird's breath on him.. hot.. "Darrelll.. answer the question I wanna know.." Mar purposefully leans back, arching their belly into Darrel's, giving him even less room despite them moving away..

     Being friends with Mar, threats of noms is.. a casual occurrence.. Being nommed is even more so! But so far Darrel has been.. fine? His face red he smirks and finally responds, "Y-yea! I would.. I bet I could tell the difference!" Despite the sudden bravery, Mar's smirk still remains, "Hehe, so you're going to be spicy.. I see.."

     They open their beak wide in front of their cat friend, lightly using it to scoop his chin onto their tongue.. "Go ahead then dear.. Prove me wrong.." They sit and wait, huffing, as if to give their friend a chance to back down from a.. foolish mistake. "I.. uh.." He doesn't known what to do.. if he backs down now he'll be teased with this forever..

     "If you don't decide then we'll forget the bet, and you can help with my form regardless cutie~" Now faced with an urgent decision.. Darrel finally responds by nuzzling into the bird's gullet. "Good choice.. enjoy it while you can, it might be the last thing you see and feel.."

     Mar leans forward again, easily taking in their friend in one swift motion up to his shoulders.. Quickly reminding the cat who had the power in this bet.. Glrk! Glnk Already down to his belly.. The cat clearly seen stretching the bird's neck, an unreadable expression can be seen through.. Darrel experiencing an entirely different world now can't help but wonder if the bird would even keep to their deal...

     The cat winces as his face is hit with a wave of a gastric, foul, air.. Surely this means.. digestion? He smirks despite his situation, this would be an easy bet to win! He opens his mouth to say anything, but a wet Glk! brings him in to his hips, lurching him forward. His mouth filled with hot flesh and saliva he gags.. The bird outside smirks, and teasingly presses their hands into the throat bulge, lightly chewing on the cat's hips..

     Unsure how to communicate, not wanting a mouth full of the foul air and flesh, Darrel squirms down, impatient to get things over with. The bird sits up, one talon on the chair, another on the floor as they toss their head back to let gravity aid in the descent of their food...

     After one particularly hearty Glrk Darrel's head peaks into their gut, the odor hostile enough to cause him to shut his eyes, them watering from the fumes alone. Feet paws being the only thing left in Mar's beak, they gulp softly, letting peristalisis send the cat down into what could very well be his grave..

     "Mraow!?" Darrel grunts as he falls face first into what is either saliva or.. acids.. Trying to orient himself he pushes aimlessly at the walls.. Outside the predator's gut falls to the chair, Mar using it to help with the weight of their little stowaway.. "Uurp.. Seems you're gonna have to guess if you're in a hammock.. or furnace.." They grind their hips slightly into their gut, causing the cat to lose orientation once again..

     "Better hurry.. It's only a matter of time.. For what? That's for you to find out dear~" Darrel just barely rights himself in the cramped wet organ.. Confident in his answer he opens his mouth to speak, "Di-" Mar quickly shoves their hands into their gut, once again causing hot flesh to interrupt the cat, leaving him gagging.. "Before you guess.. if you make the wrong choice.. you're bird fat regardless.. It's only fair I warn you.."

     Darrel freezes.. Of course there'd be consequences for guessing wrong.. stupid cat! "B-but.. You'd not actually.. like.. this is hypothetica-" Mar once again grinds, a bit harder. "Silly kitty.. hearing your muffled voice makes me want to do things to you... maybe be quiet and think or I'll grind you to mush before my gut gets a chance.." Darrel goes quiet.. left only to listen to the gut, feel its greedy clenches at him..

     It smells.. really sour, but could that be..? The liquid pooling around him.. It's warm, but is it tingly? Has it always been so warm in here..? "I uh.." He stutters, scared to answer.. It's been almost 20 minutes, and he isn't sure at all.. It might as well be a coin flip for his life.. "Could you.. flip a coin.. for me?" Mar looks down at their gut, watching the cat's form shift within and over the chair...

     "Why would I do a thing such as that? That'd make this boring would it not?~" They roam their hands over their gut somewhat firmly, "Besides, I am not one to do favors for bird food~" Darrel sits limp against a wall, unsure what to think. "Digestion..?" He whines out pitifully.. Mar presses an ear to their gut teasingly, "Sorry.. I have a hard time understanding food.." The cat, angry at being belittled yells, "Digestion! You're digesting me!"

     A pause, the dank atmosphere inside still greedy as ever contrasts to the lack of response outside.. "H-hello..?" Nothing.. Not even teasing.. Before he knows it his whole world turns upside down as his predator seems to lie down! D-did he guess right? If so why aren't they responding?!

     He reaches down to feel the bottom of the gut and realizes something.. his feet paws no longer have fur on them.. He pushes his limbs outwards out of desperation, whining as he realizes his bravery has possibly cost him his life. "N-noo!! This.. isn't funny! I don't want this to be.. where I..-" A loud belch interrupts, causing the space to become even tighter around his form, his head becoming foggy from a lack of air..

     Weaker, he squirms hard against the bird's gut, losing a battle that only HE is really fighting.. His paws are losing shape.. more like mush.. like food... He eventually sinks in on himself.. eyes closing with the regret that because of a silly bet.. He'll be nothing but a memory to his friend.. Lifetime spent on their hips..

     After what feels like a dream, Darrel opens his eyes again, his vision framed by two feathered thighs.. girthier in shape.. He feels a weight on his chest and upper belly as he breathes, and a feathery touch on his feet paws.. He then notices in his daze, a smug grin across Mar's beak as they loom over their current seat.

     "You as comfortable as I am cutie?~" They unspead their legs, sandwiching the cat's face between their thighs, wiggling their hips to adjust themselves. "I really like what you did to me.. So thank you for being so confidently wrong hehe.." They tuck in their legs pushing them back to be on all fours while pulling themselves up, their gut sloshing onto the dazed cat's face.

     Darrel listens as he feels the mush sag onto his muzzle from inside, the gut greedily pumping the liquid throughout the bird's intestines.. "Wha.. What Ha-" He gets smushed under their gut as Mar softly grinds their hips into the cat's chest.. "Shh... You should just rest.. I'll take real good care of you.."

     The bird rolls onto their side, pulling Darrel snug to them.. The cat's face flushed from being dominated by such a.. sweetly smug bird. "Quiet for now.. You're lucky I wanted you for some cuddles.. Don't make me regret it cutie.." Darrel can only sit there, smothered in feathers, listening to the bird's guts.. Wondering how serious that threat is..

     Seems for now... His friend decided he was better to keep around.. as more than just hip fat..