"Dinner is served!" The white fox steps into his living room, greeted with an excited flap of his pet crow's wings, eagerly flapping over to greet him. Or to greet his dinner, at least, perching on the brown paper bag in Reysa's paws, heavy with some unknown snack within.
 
"What'd you buy me?" the crow squawks, pecking at the fox's paws, causing him to yelp and drop the weighty bag on the coffee table.
 
"Ack, ouch-" Reysa huffs, quickly dismissing his bird's unsurprising attitude. "It's uh, poutine!" His tail wags happily at the thought of stuffing his face with a favorite food. "Large for me - all sorts of bacon and deliciousness included - and a child-size, for you." He giggles as his crow's enthusiasm deflates a little, before reassuring him with a pat on the head. "Hey, better than birdseed, isn't it?"
 
"I guess," the bird squawks, watching the fox unbag the food. Two boxes near-overflowing with fries and gravy - one substantially smaller than the other - quickly set out before the bird. Reysa pulls out a couple plastic forks, considering handing one to his bird before the crow literally dives into his dinner. A brief recoil from the steamy heat later and the bird is pecking and chomping his way through his meal. Meanwhile, the fox takes the box of food into his lap and spears through his fries with a fork in a comparatively civilized manner, savoring the delicious flavor before sending the first mouthful down with a loud gulp.
 
Reysa gives his bird a crooked expression, confused at the sheer haste he was mustering eating. A nearly bird-sized portion of dinner had disappeared down his beak already, making the crow awkwardly bloated as he sits at the bottom of the box, basking in gravy and pecking at a few scraps of bacon. "Sheesh, someone's hungry, huh?" the fox gives the bird a poke with the butt of his fork, prompting a tiny belch from his winged pet, who simply nods in shameless agreement before downing the rest of his dinner in a hurry. "You're lucky I've got my work cut out for me eating all this. You're looking pretty tasty y'know, sitting there in a pool of gravy."
 
The bird shakes his head, gulping down his last french fries before awkwardly hoisting himself out of the box with his wings. "Shush, why don't ya? Ate a heck of a lot faster than you," he squawks.
 
"It's not a contest," Reysa rolls his eyes, watching the bird's heavy wingflaps as he makes his way over beside the fox, eyeing his dinner. "...you can't possibly have room for more." His bird nods, tipping his head into the fox's dinner, nibbling a piece of bacon. "Hey, lay off! And quit... dripping gravy everywhere," Reysa blushes as his bird hops into his lap for a better view of the food, dribbling sauce all over his pants.
 
"Hey, there's worse stuff that could be splatting outta me right now, stuffed as I am," the bird snickers, lifting himself over the edge of the fox's meal, clumsily in falling headfirst, flapping his wings to try and extract himself from the clinging gravy.
 
"Psh, as if you'd ruin perfectly good food, featherbutt," the fox presses on the bird's tail end with the back of his fork, submerging him in the poutine, sinking the crow beneath a sea of fries and bacon. "But if you wanna make this an eating contest, I figure stuffing all this down, plus devouring you... that ought to put me out on top, don't you think?"
 
"Thanks for the help!" the bird squawks, his head popping up from beneath the gravy. "I was having trouble hefting my gut in here to keep on snacking." He stares up at the fox, who twirls the plastic fork in his paw, dribbling gravy over the crow's head. "Uh... you say something there, a second ago? Got gravy in my ears," the bird flaps and wriggles, trying to shake loose from the clinging sauce.
 
Reysa shrugs. "Nothing important, you'll figure out in a sec," he giggles excitedly, his tail wagging as he leans forward in his seat a little. In one swift motion, he spears a half dozen fries on his fork, just behind the increasingly concerned bird. He opens his mouth wide as he brings the fork in close, visibly, exaggeratedly drooling as he stuffs his face, giving an open-mouthed chew to squick the onlooking crow before gulping it all down.
 
"Ew, didn't you learn basic table manners? Chew with your mouth closed, so I don't gotta look at a bunch of disgusting slop," the bird rolls his eyes, none too concerned as he nibbles at a piece of bacon.
 
The fox brings his fork down again, much more carefully than last time, managing to pierce a few fries around the squirming bird, one of them crammed halfway down his beak as Reysa brings it to his jaws. "Good thing you won't have to see much in here, right? Get to just sit back and enjoy the ride!" He gives the bird a wet slurp, giving him another layer of clinging wet to soak into his feathers.
 
"What, you think you're some kinda predfox now? If you want an eating contest, let's do it honorably - no eating the other competitors!" the bird squawks, trying to dislodge himself. "Order more food, and we'll see who outsnacks the other. You think you're hot shit? I'd-" the crow's incessant taunting is promptly muffled by the fox closing his jaws around him, pulling the emptied fork from his jaws, leaving the crow on a carpet of gravy and drool, basking in the heat of his jaws.
 
"Only thing that's gonna be shit," Reysa carefully chews around he bird a little, gently grinding his teeth on the crow's wings, swishing him around with his tongue. "Pretty sure that's gonna be you, actually~" he tilts his head back, pushing the bird toward his throat, deafening the squawking pest with a loud swallow.
 
"Great pun," the bird retorts. "As if you'd actually-" he squawks, tensing up a bit as he tumbles back in the fox's maw. "Er... ack-!" the crow flaps his wings before they're scrunched to his sides, sucked down the fox's throat in a swift, fateful swallow. The fox's other food is mashed and squished against his feathers, helping him glide down with a regrettable lack of fuss. It's only a matter of seconds before he sinks down to the fox's gut, visible as a mildly-wobbly bulge in Reysa's neck before disappearing below with an audible, irritated squawk. "...Ha, I've probably got more than this in my stomach right now, loserfox," the bird squawks, clinging to the thought of an innocent eating contest, remaining resolute as he stretches his wings in the narrow space of his owner's stomach. His talons sink in the digesting muck, prompting a more frantic flap back to the surface. "Maybe not for long," the bird groans, covering his beak with a wing as he's stricken with the nauseating scent of digesting food all around him, feeling a tad sick.
 
Reysa reclines in his seat on the couch, idly poking his fork at the remainder of dinner. "Time you learned a lesson, bird," he lectures his squawking belly. "Two lessons, actually! It's rude to peck at someone else's food, and it's downright stupid to pester someone who can end your reign of nonsense in a single gulp." Reysa punctuates his lecture by swallowing down another mouthful of poutine, amused by the indignant squawk he hears in response a moment later. "I know this won't keep you down for long, being the recurring pest that you are, but maybe next time you can try being a tad less annoying, hmm?" He pats his belly with a paw, trying to elicit a response from the digesting crow.
 
"Yeah yeah, lesson learned. Totally not gonna eat your leftovers and shit em' out in your favorite mug tomorrow, before your morning coffee." 'Recurrant' as the bird was, the knowledge that he'd be back tomorrow good as new wasn't easing the nauseating truth that the fox had shoved him down easy as anything. One of these days, he'd love to return the favor! Or at least make a scene of chewing down a clump of Reysa's fur, being about the only part of the fox that a little bird could hope to swallow. "Being snack-sized sucks," the bird sulks, his feathers starting to sting, having dropped into digestion that was well underway. "When an preyish like you can chug me down just 'cause you're bigger... stupid food chain."
 
Reysa giggles to himself, chomping down on another mouthful of dinner, starting to eat with the same zeal his bird was showing earlier. It wasn't often the fox could give his bird a hard time, so he was savoring it. Usually the crow managed to get under his fur in the worst of ways! To have him literally tucked into the fox's gut, that was a rare change of pace worth enjoying to the fullest. "Pretty sure a little shit like you is bound for my bowels in no time, so have fun in there while you can!"
 
The bird gags on a splash of stomach slime, urgently trying to drag his talons out from the cling of melted cheese. "Yeah right, like you're gonna leave me in here." Another splash in the fox's churning gut leaves the bird shielding his face with a wing, a few feathers dropping off as the fizzling acid sets in.
 
"Like I'm gonna cough up a perfectly good meal just because you stuck your beak in it," Reysa rolls his eyes, shoveling more food into his jaws, quickly chewing and burying the bird in another layer of mulched up fries, the toppings indistinguishable by the time they hit the fox's gut. "Best settle in, snackbird, 'cause I'm looking forward to a night of peace and quiet."
 
"Whatever," the bird sulks, dragging his wings out of the thick sludge, hoisting himself to the surface to be quickly buried by another mouthful of poutine. "Hope your weak stomach comes back to bite you in the ass. Like, remember that one time I talked you into eating that delivery guy, and the dude squirmed all the way through. You thought it was some big conquest, till that rumble in your gut the next morning." The bird pauses, a smirk forming on his beak. "And despite your best attempt to hop outta bed and rush to the bathroom, you ended up shitting yourself."
 
"H-Hey! Quit... talking in there," Reysa's face flushes red, his ears drooping in embarrassment as he cracks open a can of soda to wash it down with, trying to silence his bird's persistent squawking.
 
"Better not fall asleep with your belt on this time, huh? Your paws can't work that thing fast enough," the crow snickers, despite his predicament. "Didn't help that I blockaded the bathroom door, I suppose..." The fox groans, opening another drink and quickly chugging them back to back, trying desperately to find that peaceful quiet he spought. He squeaks out a hiccup in his utter haste. "Hey, if you wanna wet yourself too, go right ahead and keep drinking, 'cause-" The crow's taunting is abruptly drowned out by a thundering belch, a few feathers scattering in the air amid drips of saliva, as the fox settles back in his seat.
 
"...finally," Reysa sighs, grabbing the trash from dinner and walking to the kitchen to toss it in the bin. His stomach gives an audible slosh as he walks, stirring the fizzy drink through the thick slop that occupied his gut. Somehere in the midst of it all, his bird flounders and squirms, trying to find his way to the surface of the clinging mess and put up a further fight. "Might've saved a couple bucks on toppings if I'd planned to eat you from the start, but all's well that ends well, right?" Digestion was little more than an embarrassing inconvenience for the feathered pest anyways, though he dreaded whatever the crow might be plotting in there for later. "If it helps keep the peace, I'll order you your own pizza next time?" Reysa offers, pressing on his belly with a paw, trying to get his bird's attention. "...I'll uh, ask you later, I guess" he blushes, his stomach replying with little more than a loud glorp.
 
Within a few hours, the indigestion in the fox's gut settles down, having a harder time with the sheer quantity packed away inside than the bird himself. He hadn't heard another peep from his feathered friend, imagining him to be making his way down through his intestines by now with the rest of the food. After another hour or two spent gaming, Reysa glances over at the clock. "Eesh, 4AM, probably time to get some sleep," he yawns, putting his computer to rest and rising to his paws with a big stretch. He walks the hall toward the bedroom, unlatching his belt and kicking off his pants on the way. Reaching for his pajamas slumped over the bedside table, a loud groan rumbles from the fox's depths, putting pause to the idea of pants for the time being. "Err... right," he blushes red through his fur, changing course and heading toward the bathroom, his tail wagging anxiously as he slips down his underwear and takes a seat on the toilet.
 
"Thought you'd stay in there until morning, but uh," he shifts in his seat, not even bothering to nudge the door shut. He had privacy for once, no bird perched on the sink, watching his private business. "Shame for you you're not gonna be half the er... problem, that that delivery guy was," Reysa glances down, giving his belly a poke. "Nice and easy, won't even need a plunger." He was certainly hoping so, at least, but the amount of snacking he'd done through the day, culminating in a massive dinner... even if it wasn't weighing heavily on his nervous worries, the pressure under his tail urges him to move things along. With a quiet push, Reysa's fox-hole yawns open, a hefty mess pushing its way through, plopping down in the water with a splash. It prompts a squeak from the fox as the contents of his bowels shift, making way for more to be released. All the while, Reysa glances around for his pants, trying to fetch his phone from his pocket to distract himself before realizing it was left in the other room.
 
His meal seeming eager to make its exit, the fox simply focuses on the matter at hand, pushing out another log of fox-filth, shuddering with relief as it splashes down. A quick glance between his legs reveals a few black feathers littering the mess, stirring around the water below as he starts pissing. "Ahhhh..." he moans in relief, shifting back in his seat a bit, snickering at the sight of his bird's embarrassing fate. The stream lasts nearly a half-minute, drowning what remained of the bird much like he had earlier, though this felt a lot nicer than chugging down sodas had. By the time he's done, the fox is already reaching for a few squares of paper to wipe himself clean, grateful that the bird hadn't amounted to any real mess. Beyond what the fox was seeing below him as he stands to flush, reaching for the lever before freezing in place with an idea. "Um..." he blushes, dashing off to the other room for a moment, tail wagging giddy behind him, returning with his phone a moment later. "This'll shut him up next time he gets squawking," he snaps a picture of the mess in the bowl, quickly swiping it away in blushing embarrassment for later use. "Seeya later, bird!" Reysa flushes, watching the bird's remains swirl down the drain. "...and I'll be keeping an eye on my coffee tomorrow," he grumbles, trying to shake the bird's earlier threat from his mind.