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“Hm? Did I hear that right?” K.ass asks, tilting his head slightly. “You want me to help fly you to that tower up there?” He looks over his shoulder and up into the air. Behind him is a small mountain range, and near the peak is a tall tower. They had popped up all over the kingdom recently. They were fascinating things, even if K.ass had no idea how to use them. But his friend seemed to.

L.ink nods with a smile when K.ass looks back at him. The H.ylian wolf wasn’t one for words, seemingly only speaking when necessary. Admittedly, the mountainside does seem treacherous to scale with no clear path or easy way up. And L.ink did seem rather exhausted...

K.ass smiles and plays a couple of notes on his accordion. “Well, I’d be happy to help a friend! Ah, although, I won’t be able to carry you on my back. That’s where I keep my instrument so my wings are free.”

L.ink tilts his head slightly, looking a little confused. If K.ass won’t be able to let him ride on his back, how is he going to help L.ink fly up there?

A low growl makes L.ink’s ears perk up. He looks around for a moment before his gaze settles on the source--K.ass’s stomach. The R.ito smiles sheepishly and pats his stomach a couple of times. “Apologies, I haven’t had lunch just yet. But that will make it less troublesome for you since my stomach is empty. If you would still like my assistance, of course!”

It dawns on L.ink what K.ass is intending, his eyes widening a bit. K.ass is going to carry him in his stomach..? That seems...dangerous. L.ink only recently got out of a tough battle with nothing to heal himself with, though. And he only got into that mess because he saw the tower from a distance and wanted to activate it. That’s the only reason he asked for help--he didn’t want to have to leave and make it all for nothing after getting so close.

Besides, L.ink did trust K.ass. The minstrel has been nothing but kind to him and is almost always a nice reprieve from his travels and the dangers that come with them. He’s even lent a hand--er, wing--a few times when it comes to uncovering a mystery. He has no reason to assume K.ass has ill intentions.

So, after a few moments of thinking it over, L.ink smiles again and gives an affirmative nod to K.ass.

K.ass smiles in return, another soft grumble coming from his stomach. “Wonderful! I have to admit, I’ve been curious about the flavor of H.ylian wolf.” He steps closer, still smiling warmly. “Let’s do this quickly then. I don’t want to leave you in there for too long...” K.ass gently pins down L.ink’s arms with his large wings and his beak yawns open wide in front of him.

HOMPH! GLLLRK! ULLLLNK! GLLLRP! SHLLLLLLRP!

K.ass worked fast to get L.ink down the hatch. He engulfed the H.ylian wolf’s head and shoulders all at once, only sparing a few tasting slurps over L.ink’s face before he began to take heavy, wet gulps. L.ink was quickly lifted off the ground, his chest and then stomach sliding past K.ass’s beak, followed by K.ass tossing his head back with another gulp and then slurping down L.ink’s legs. It was a very quick and well-practiced process, as if it were something K.ass had done hundreds of times before.

There’s a soft slosh as K.ass’s belly rapidly bloats out, now sagging down with the shape of a person curled up inside. He sighs contently, lightly cupping his stomach with one wing and offering it a few gentle pats. “There we go...UUUWWWWWRRRRRRPPPP!!!” A sudden belch catches him by surprise, making him blush bright. “Goddess above, excuse me! I suppose I did eat fast...”

L.ink shifts and squirms slightly in K.ass’s stomach, trying to get into a slightly more comfortable position. The organ gurgles and groans around him, lightly squeezing over his form. K.ass really is hungry. It feels like his stomach is already trying to work on L.ink. He hopes the slime around him isn’t too acidic...

By the time L.ink has settled, K.ass has his accordion packed up on his back. He unfurls his wings, takes a running start, leaps off the ground, and begins flapping. It takes a bit more effort than usual with the extra weight hanging off his frame, but it’s nothing K.ass isn’t used to. Soon he’s in the air and rising higher.

L.ink grunts as he feels himself being jostled around slightly. The stomach turns, making him a bit dizzy, and he has to squirm around to right himself. He can hear a muffled belch come from K.ass, the stomach walls squeezing over him when it happens. “Don’t kick around in there too much,” K.ass warns, his voice rumbling from somewhere above L.ink. “We don’t want my stomach to mistake you for food!” That’s enough to make L.ink settle down, even if the slight turbulence makes him a little uncomfortable.

Most of the flight up is uneventful. The mountain is only a problem for those who have to climb it, which K.ass easily bypasses. The R.ito thinks about what he’s going to do for lunch when he lets L.ink out again. He’d already been hungry, and coughing up a live meal will only make his stomach whine more. Not to mention the effort he’s exerting doing this. Maybe he’ll find some wandering travelers somewhere to have a proper meal. He’s certainly got the taste for something lively, at least...

A low rumble echoes around L.ink as K.ass thinks about his lunch plans and it makes the H.ylian wolf wince slightly. The stomach sloshes as it swings back and forth in the air, making it hard for L.ink to stay still. It feels like it’s getting hotter by the second, too, and slimier on top of that. An uncomfortable tingling sensation is spreading over most of his body. He’d probably be able to handle this better if he weren’t so exhausted, or maybe if K.ass weren’t so hungry. Just as L.ink was hoping that they’d reach the tower soon, K.ass’s gut suddenly sloshes hard to the side, tossing him around with it.

K.ass squawks loudly as he just barely avoids several arrows. The mountain wasn’t the only thing to worry about after all. A band of monsters have made their camp at the base of it, and when they saw K.ass fly up, one of them blew the horn and got their attention. Now archers are firing at him, trying to shoot him from the skies.

Seeing as how he isn’t much of a fighter, K.ass’s instinct was to avoid the combat entirely and try to get to the top of the tower. But he’s also large and bulky and is being weighed down by an entire extra person hanging from his frame. So nimbly dodging the arrows aren’t an option, either, and there’s enough archers that it’s hard to find an opening to simply fly away. So K.ass has to focus more on awkwardly flapping back and forth to avoid being struck.

This is a problem for L.ink. He yelps as he’s tossed around in K.ass’s gut, sloshing and slipping wildly. The H.ylian wolf begins to thrash around, trying to get himself upright again. It just makes K.ass’s guts slosh around more, bouncing and bulging erratically with L.ink’s wild movements. It’s only making movement harder for K.ass as well as making his guts gurgle more actively. K.ass’s stomach squeezes down hard on instinct, getting a loud yelp out of L.ink followed by a pop and a crunch.

“Nnf...BWWWWWWOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPP!!!!”

A heavy, bubbling belch rumbles out of K.ass. Wolf fur puffs out of his beak with it, and a slimy boot goes flying free. It smacks one of the B.okoblin in the face, making it snort and tumble off the tower it was standing on. All of the other B.okoblin stop firing to squeal with laughter. K.ass quickly takes the distraction, flapping his wings harder and soaring above the camp to get to the top of the tower. His stomach bounces up and down with wet sloshes, getting smaller burps out of K.ass between his panting.

Once K.ass reaches the top of the tower, he quickly lands with a slight stumble. He doesn’t try to stay on his feet anyway, taking the chance to sit down with a deep sigh. He leans back on his hands, panting softly as he tries to catch his breath. “Goddess...that was a bit too much excitement for me. Ah, but I’m sure you’re quite used to it, hm?” K.ass laughs breathlessly, gently patting his stomach. He pauses once he feels it. “...ah?”

K.ass looks down at his stomach, his wing still resting on it. It’s...smaller than before, now just a round bulge rather than the bulging shape of a person. His groans softly, still chugging some wolf slurry along. Soaking in all of the acids on the flight up had softened L.ink up just a bit. It would have been fine normally...but L.ink had already been rather weak, and K.ass’s gut clamping down on him when he began struggling had been too much for him to handle. He’d been broken down into slurry, which K.ass’s guts greedily slurped up on his way to the top of the tower.

A bright blush blooms across K.ass’s face as he realizes what his stomach has done. “Oh dear...perhaps I underestimated how hungry I was...” K.ass’s stomach groans softly and he pats it gently with an awkward smile. “Well...at least I got you to the top of the tower, right? Though, I suppose we’ll have to part ways now...”

If there was any benefit to mulching down his friend, K.ass’s exhaustion quickly wore off from the burst of energy absorbing all of that wolf slurry gave him. He was able to get back to his feet and squat down. He hikes up his tail feathers, an ominous rumble coming from his stomach.

FFFFBBBBBRRRrrrrrtttt!

K.ass blushes again as a wet fart trumpets out of him. He mumbles softly to himself, then squeezes his eyes shut and pushes. A thick mess begins to splatter onto the floor under him as L.ink is voided from his bowels. Thick, dense turds wetly thump to the ground, most of L.ink’s bones and clothing having been baked into them. White sludge helps them surge out of K.ass steadily, which splats to the ground and further makes a mess of things.

“Mmf...sorry...about this...” K.ass murmurs as he feels more crap splatter out of him. “I’ll try to...avoid the unbecoming details...in the next song I write...” K.ass grunts and pushes, feeling something bulky and round squelch free. He sighs happily once it's out, the last deluges of crap slopping to the ground under him. He gives the heap a glance as he stands up again, a wing placed over his nose.

The knee-high pile of R.ito waste ruins about a fourth of the top of the tower. The pile itself is relatively condensed, black logs stacked on top of each other with various indigestibles sticking out. A skull sits at the top, the crap baked into it rather than around it. The real mess comes from the white slop that covers the pile and has splattered around in a mess. K.ass takes a couple of steps away, careful not to accidentally step in it. He can’t mourn it for long as his belly growls, telling him that one measly adventurer wasn’t enough food.

“...well, I doubt this will be found any time soon at least,” K.ass muses to himself. He steps to the edge of the tower, frowning to himself as he looks at the B.okoblin camp down below. Awful little things, those monsters. K.ass would probably have a couple of them for dessert if there weren’t so many. Oh well...he’ll just have to find something else to eat. A shame that L.ink wasn’t enough to sate his appetite but traveling keeps him rather hungry!