Arturo squinted his eyes as his attention settled on the tiny creature down at his feet. There he was, De’Bael The Illustrious reduced to the size of a pesky rodent before the Kenku sharpshooter.

Arturo smirked and tapped his toes on the ground in anticipation, waiting for the moment the tiny rogue to react in some way. But De’Bael held still, just… staring and trying to process the sight before him; his own teammate, someone who had his back, now a looming giant with the expression of someone who enjoyed having someone at his mercy a little too much.

Shaking his head with a chuckle, the kenku would crouch down, slowly extending one hand out towards the tiny. Two fingers pinched together, immersing De’Bael in cyclic rubbing between two rough appendages, thoroughly wrinkling the little rogue’s fine clothing. The digits then parted and De’Bael would fall a short distance before jolting to a stop, dangling by his cape in front of the bird’s beak. “You know, De’Bael The Illustrious. Maybe I should just eat you right now?~” The broken-up, multi-toned speech of a kenku sounded almost mocking as he slowly lifted De’Bael over his head. “I wonder how all that posturing, all of that pomp, would serve you down in my belly...”

"Wait, what? No!" The rogue crossed his hands up in front of himself, showcasing an 'X' and shaking his head in denial. "Absolutely not! There's no way I'm going into..." The little guy gulped as the defiant composure faltered at the sight of the beak parting open and showing off the deep black flesh within. "Into that... that vile... horrific..." His gaze rose to meet Arturo's again and in a single brilliant moment, the little guy realized just how little say he had in the matter. "Fuck...”

Plucking a singular, mostly limp feather out from his skin with a wince, Arturo handed it to the human. “You do like your feather fall, don’t you?” He asked, prodding at his tiny prey and handing him the comically large feather. “You may have this. Feather fall isn’t going to stop what’s going to happen to you down there~”

And with that the beak gaped open, showing off the glistening, inherently black flesh; an endless tunnel into darkness trailing off into the distance below De’Bael. Despite its vastness, the darkness seemed compact, cozy even. And as Arturo parted his fingers, he savored the little man’s slow, feather-fall-aided descent down towards his maw.

And as magically reduced gravity slowly carried the little arcane trickster down between the kenku’s jaws, the bright and warm room of the inn replaced by supple, soft, inky blackness deep within the giant's body.

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Art by  EyeofCalamity (@EyeofCalamity on Twitter).
 CommanderLeifN7 got this lovely piece of our D&D characters as a patreon reward~

Arturo Freebird belongs to  CommanderLeifN7
De'Bael The Illustrious belongs to me.