Digestive Mishaps - Species Difference

They'd only been together for a few hours, and she already wanted her to eat her. Well, they had known each other for a number of months before that, but this was their first time meeting in person. Francine was a rather tall, lanky horse and her girlfriend, Ero, was the little dove demanding to be eaten. "R-Really…?" Francine asked, rather skeptical and even a bit worried.

She tried to cast those doubts aside. "We do it all the time back in Avia! It's nice, quick, and easy. It just feels great. I mean, heck, look how big you are! You can fit me in no problem."

Francine blushed, but nodded. "If you say so…" She bent down with her maw widening open, much to the elation of the smaller bird. Her girlfriend's mouth was downright cavernous compared to most of the people in her home country. Eagerly, she hopped up to meet the mouth, lodging herself inside. With Ero gingerly held between her teeth, Francine straightened back up and swallowed nearly all of her down in a single gulp. One more firmly trapped her in her throat, to the pleasure of Ero and slight displeasure of Francine.

After the rhythmic movements carried her beneath the horse's breast, she was unceremoniously deposited into a stomach. It wasn't as spacious as she imagined, but it definitely wasn't as tight as she was used to. Just right, really. She nuzzled into the rippled walls of flesh, feeling right at home within her girlfriend. The distant heartbeat and all-permeating warmth could just lull her to sleep. Though she didn't want to stay that long, after all she had so many ideas for what to do on her trip.

Outside, Francine sighed a bit sadly. Ero was pretty filling even though she's had bigger meals, but she thought this relationship was going somewhere. Oh well. At least Ero seemed pretty willing to join her and was fairly tasty at that. She walked over to her couch and sat down, reaching for the remote to find something to watch. Right as she turned on the TV, her stomach suddenly squirmed in a particularly notable way. From inside, Ero's voice chirped, "I'm ready to get out, Francine!"

The statement threw the horse off. What in the world could she possibly mean? "...Out?" Was all she could respond with.

"Like, out of your crop?"

"...Crop?"

"Wait, you've never heard of a crop…? Then what am I…" The walls around Ero gurgled, finally noticing the meal within. She immediately realized where she really was and repeated herself less casually. "Francine, you really need to spit me out right now."

Francine let a single nervous laugh through as she said, "Um… Horses can't regurgitate anything… I thought you knew that when you…"

The idea had never even crossed her mind. All the birds back home could easily swallow and spit people up like nobody's business, especially with their relatively safe crops. It didn't occur to her to think others could have different digestive systems… Something she was about to experience firsthand and the hard way. She noticed a liquid pooling around her feet and decided to try and resist despite what she just learned.

As some very weak, futile, and practically invisible squirms started up in her belly, Francine simply shrugged sympathetically and said, "Sorry?"