It soared through the navy-blue sky, the colour of denim peeking through the cotton clouds in a contrast that seemed to stretch on forever like a hot day. the Bird chittering contently as it glided, its small amber beads for eyes letting it see the upwelling of hot air so it could carry its bulk almost effortlessly through the winds like a leathery kite. The gargantuan pterosaur sated as it returned to its nest, as it flew a familiar flight path through friendly airspace, the quaking of its quarry reminding it that it had succeeded on its hunting mission.

Its prey unusual, as it had partaken in colourfully clad bipedal apes that seemed to have been foolishly frolicking in the warm waters of its island home. The creatures not normal for the local food web, but hunger and the size advantage drove the plane sized reptile to rapidly inhale a few of the shrilly shrieking specimens and finding them tasteful continued until there were no more left to inhale. The female forms fleeing in every direction, but even so, the pseudo avian had easily been able to tuck away a good half dozen of the pitiful primates their presence felt even now as they slowly tired their wriggling and suffocated in the bloated sacks that was the reptile's stomach and gullet, their forms locked together at odd angles as they were made intimate with each other’s dips and grooves. The embarrassment of the intimacy of the claustrophobic and caustic chamber soon to pass though, as in a matter of time they would be, but a paste vomited up to feed a growing brood of hungry chickens.

The bulbous swellings squirming, ruffling the short hair-like filaments coating the bat-like body of the azhdarchid as it knew such fights were no different than the fish that it normally partook in and soon, they would stop and digest away like any other meat. The substantial stork-like creature feeling an updraft as on the horizon it spied its squalid next, and on the horizon, it could swear it heard its chicks calling, eager for the lively food aminating the convulsing crop.

It would seem the human women inside would get to see a second stomach before they went into their last suffocating spasms. Not like they would care, in the grand scheme of things on stomach does the same thing as another, the only cruel caveat would be the false sense of survival when they are forced up the slender neck, leaving a lewd lump only to face the mewling maw of another tighter digestive system to soon slot into.

Such thoughts fuelling the maternal instincts of the full flier, and soon it would settle down with its sated offspring with a hearty load of lady lunchmeat simmering in its stomach as the family slept off their spring break snacks.

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The second exotic comm I got from  MinaHyena when they returned from the shadows, this time featuring the biggest creature to ever grace our skies.

It is a magnificent animal, though for the airheaded spring break ladies now stewing in its gastric sacks I feel they might have a different opinion on its flying finesse.

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