Oh dear, from maw to stomach, you slipped right through the bluebird's crop, and now you're in his first stomach. It's here that you realize the bluebird isn't your average creature. No, indeed Antinov is rather alien past that feathery exterior of his.

From the blue flesh, to the smell, it's not what you'd expect of earth biological chemistry. You find yourself slowly bathed in sodium hydroxide as you rest in his first gut, fish and fruit around you both breaking down, and rotting as gut bacteria settle in along with those enzymes and bases.

At least the bird sounds contented from the outside though, pleased coos occasionally loud enough to be heard over the din his body makes around you.

Art by: Acidic

Antinov is mine, of course.~