Chazori knew all along that hanging around the breathtaking Belinda would be tempting fate, and now every instinct was being proven right.

Suddenly seized by hunger, the powerful gorgon decided that the chirpy chocobo would be an excellent snack. Perhaps it was even what the bird wanted to become, for one does not dwell in the company of her kind if they don't want to live dangerously.

Chazori was fast, but Belinda was faster, lashing out with a coil almost playfully, fouling up the chocobo's gait, and snatching her up with powerful scaled arms before she could hit the ground. Saliva gushed into the gorgon's mouth as she held her squirming catch above her head. One foot jutted out towards her, and it was this she guided straight into her open jaws and down her waiting throat. Her stomach grumbling, she wasted no time cramming the fluffy bird towards her destination.

Chazori let out a full throated cry as the realness of what was happening gripped her. It... felt good? Trapped in the powerful tube of the gorgon's throat, her left leg was being sucked down before the rest of her with a sensation that was nigh indescribable. She'd fantasized here and there about being in Belinda's thrall one way or another, and she would soon be living it as a tight lump travelling down the length of her companion's serpentine body. She shuddered in a spasm of mixed nerves and excitement.

Belinda raked her claws gently through the poofed-out feathers of her little snack-friend, delighting in her quivering submission. Meanwhile, the living tendrils crowning the gorgon's head hissed with their own excitement and explored the event unfolding around them, flicking their little tongues and nosing against Chazori's body as it passed them by.

Belinda's hunger would not wait though, and before long all that was left of Chazori was her neck and head, poking out from the glistening darkness that would soon have her entirely. She crooned out one last low moan as her crest was wetly enveloped, her beak pinned shut with the very next swallow.

The gorgon began the task of relaxing herself as the chocobo continued with her journey. Her jaw clicked back into place, and her body flexed as peristalsis passed her feathery friend ever downwards, now just an elongated football shape distorting her mottled form. Belinda grinned. She felt no sense of loss. Her belly was full, and Chazori seemed happy about it. Wasn't that what friends were for?

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Commissioned by Greenwing for Chazori ! I've never drawn a chocobo before, so I hope she came out OK :3

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