A disposal sequel to this pic: https://aryion.com/g4/view/874449

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It took a full day of digesting, churning, and gurgling, but the so-called "hero" from yesterday was finally finished melting inside of Lady Bow's guts. Feeling a pressure inside of her, she excused herself from the mansion for a few minutes and wandered into the front yard, right at the forest's entrance. "This will be the perfect spot to dispose of that silly little birdy~" She thought to herself.

It took less than a minute of pushing before Nyx's new mushy form became to smoothly slide out of her rear. His once pure-white feathers were now nothing but brown, smelly dung. Lady Bow moaned in pleasure as she introduced the bird's transformation to the world. Nyx's legs came out first, slowly falling to the forest floor and squishing under the rest of the mess. Then his hips and torso, accompanied with his once-beautiful tail feathers, now just a mucky reminder of his grim fate.

"Good birdy~" The boo calmly whispered to herself. She was happy that her mess was letting itself out so easily.

Finally came Nyx's head. Bow hesitated for a moment, before pushing extra hard, letting the pigeon's face out with a loud *craaackle~* His face was perfectly preserved, capturing the expression of shock and horror that the avian felt in his last moments, as his body melted before his eyes. And with one last groan and push, the elegant ghost finally finished disposing of her fateful meal. She turned around and admired her handiwork.

"Mmm, you'll make a great statue for my mansion~" Bow said to the remains of Nyx. The little birdy who, just yesterday, was the hero who was going to save the whole kingdom, was now reduced to nothing but a pile of dead poop. A permanent reminder of his mushy fate. A scatue. Now and forever. But unlike a normal mortal life, a work of art like a statue can last forever...

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Years would pass, the conflict with the kingdom would fade into ancient history, and the boos would remain in hiding within their mansion. Yet over the years, they'd slowly accrue more and more foul-smelling statues in the front of their manor. Some of whom bared a striking resemblance to residents of the town over, some who claimed to be heroes and adventures who would save the kingdom, and some which were just simple travelers who had gotten lost. Regardless of their previous circumstance, they all shared the same fate; to sit, and stink, in front of the boo's mansion, for the rest of time. And the hungry ghosts were forever satisfied with their meals~

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