Sick as a Lapwing

Story by Ruko on SoFurry

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All of these stories were originally intended to be just read between my partner and I, thus the constant referring to Ruko as 'Master'.

They're also mostly in first person from Cyan's point of view, as I write them for her.

Contains unaware vore, multiple micros including Cyan, referring to pred as 'Master', one large sick bird and mild accounts of digestion.

H/f


Your master Ruko lays before you, tucked under duvet covers that stretch out like a white dessert before you, his bird head to the side, damp flannel cooling his temple as he sleeps lightly. The occasional cough being uttered like a sudden storm breaking the night time silence.

You crawl over his mountainous form, up past his chest and crawl close to his face. Placing a tiny hand upon his cheek as he slumbers you express a small worried frown, knowing he fights infection throughout his body. His beak parts and coughs again, causing you to flinch at this proximity. You're very glad you can't catch viruses off of organics, though they are quite interesting from your perspective.

His beak lay open now, his raspy breath making it clear how clogged up it is in there. You inch forward, nervously peeking around into his maw. There's more slime than usual, and it's normally pretty slimy already. Long thick strands hang from every point, pooling out between his teeth and onto his pillow, dyeing it an unappealing brown colour. You watch quietly, almost mesmerised as his throat expands and contracts with each breath, though always aware he could cough again at any second.

You move away from his maw, not wanting to test your luck and crawl up to his forehead. Placing a hand upon his head you feel his temperature, wriggling your fingers under the short feathers you notice he's cooled down, and decide to remove the flannel. You tug at the damp cloth before rolling it up and carrying it on your back over to the bedside table, unloading it there beside his glass of water.

You exhale, satisfied, and turn round back to your master's sleeping face, yet something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye. You look back at his glass of water to find to your surprise, something swimming in it. The first thing to cross your mind is that a bug had got in it, and you'd now have to do the terrible task of carrying a glass, bigger than yourself to the sink and back. Sighing, annoyed you step closer, yet upon a closer look at you near the glass you find it to be many things, and they're not bugs.

Micros.

You jump a little from surprise, "H-HEY!" You exclaim, suddenly flinching as you remember you must be quiet as to not wake Ruko. Checking quickly to make sure he's still asleep, he coughs, but seems to still be uncontious. The micros freeze and turn to look at you. They're about the size of your hand and seem to be gathering water from the glass as if it were a well.

"You can't take that, that's Master's." You state, stomping your foot paw down,

As you glare at them through the glass they seem to just continue what they were doing, albeit slightly more urgently. You jump up, grabbing onto the rim of the glass, not sure what you're doing as you pull your chest up over the rim. You reach out an arm in an attempt to grab one of the micros perched on the edge of the glass, but they nimbly dodge it, pulling at the rope supporting their friend. You lunge again, grabbing the rope this time, but not getting your balance right as you find yourself toppling head over heels straight into the glass of water with a splash.

"Eghh.." You wipe the water from your eyes and rinse your fur out as you hear the tiny giggles of the micros around you, even though they now have no way out of the glass as you pulled their rope down with you. You reach forward angrily, grabbing one of the micros in your hand and bringing them to eye level.

Shaking the fist containing the small person you speak to them sternly, "I swear... If master were awake you'd be in so much troub-" You don't get to finish your sentence as irony takes over. The glass tilts as it's lifted off the table and wavers slightly in the air as you realise that five, grey, clawed digits now grasp the glass and are moving you towards an open slimy purple maw.

"M-mm-MASTER!" You cry out as the contents of the glass are tipped into his mouth, you and the micros fall onto the back of his tongue as his beak promptly shuts with a clack. "M-master Ruko? Please d-don't swallow, you know I'm in here, r-right?"

You feel his tongue rise under you, pushing you all back towards his throat, the tiny micros clinging onto you and the surface of his tongue as the water's swept around you as notice the tell tail signs of a 'swallow-in-progress', having been eaten many times before. You try and dig your fingers into his tongue to let his sleepy self realise you're in his mouth but it's too little too late as you feel the floor give way under you, sucking you down into his dark gullet, the water suddenly forced up your nose as you're dragged down with a 'glukk'.

You feel his throat contracting differently than before, it seems more tense and retracts when you rub too hard against it. A fleeting thought of 'poor thing' passes your mind before you remember you're about to be digested.

You plop into his stomach with a splash, finding it surprisingly empty, filled mostly with liquid. You flail your arms a little as you have to swim to keep your mouth above the surface as you hear more tiny plops of the micros joining you, their scared cries and whimpers echoing in his stomach as it groans and gurgles all around you. It's pitch black in here, and the heat is far more than usual, it's like a sauna, the water evaporating before it can be absorbed creating steam that clings to your fur and starts to drip down your face.

You close your eyes as you let your master do as he wishes with you, trying to relax in what would normally be a terrifying traumatising experience for anyone else.

But you're used to this now, the feeling of your body slowly melting into the liquid, the hot feeling moving up your body as you start to feel more and more numb. Your arms and legs gradually stop moving as you find yourself sinking under the surface of the water, resting on the bottom as you hear your master's heartbeat booming out steadily. The blackness slowly seeping in all around you, your senses tuning out one by one, your sense of 'being' quietly being dissolved away as you feel your body being absorbed into Ruko's. Moved along and added into his skin, blood, bones, organs and cells.

A part of him.