A prize isn't worth the risk

    Benny stood in the shade of the bushes looking on toward the large nest, thinking of the large delicious eggs that lay within.  But his mind was focus on the greater problem that was before him, how to get the large female goose that was sitting on them to move aside so that she could get to them.  And do so without becoming a meal himself for the large hungry avian.  Benny scratched his chin for a second as he thought to himself. 

“Perhaps he could lure her away and then sneak back to the nest and grab an egg, then run back to the bushes before she realized what he was doing?”  He pondered.  He new this idea was absurd since there was little chance he could lure a female goose away from her nest with eggs in it, short of a large satisfying meal or a large fire.  And Benny wasn’t quite that appetizing and he forgot to bring matches.  He shifted around to get a better look at the nest, as he maneuvered around he noticed that one side of the nest looked rather weak and shoddily put together.

“hmmmm” he thought to himself. “I wonder if I could sneak up, crawl into her nest and eat an egg right out from under her.”  The idea sounded absurdly suicidal, but the idea of a nice goose egg in his belly belayed all rational thinking for the moment.  That however presented another problem to overcome, how to sneak up on a fully grown, fully awake, and if seen, very angry goose.  At best she would break his legs and toss him back into the woods for some sport before gulping him down.  His train of thought was interrupted by a loud sigh, he looked out to see her stretch, yawn a little and settle down a bit.  Perhaps this is the chance he was waiting for?  He crouched low to the ground and moved out from under the bushes as slowly as he could, his eyes watching for any sign of movement from her, or anything else for that matter.

         The large goose sat there quietly, if she new of Benny’s presence she paid no notice of him.  His small mouse ears twitched this was and that, listening for any sound of movement, and sound that may cause her to stir and see him creeping towards the nest, and the eggs she guarded so well.  As he neared the spot where he could try to gain entry, he heard her shift her weight slightly.  Benny froze, looking up slightly too where she was.  The now massive looking goose ruffled her feathers slightly, looked lazily around then closed her eyes again.  Benny grabbed the side of the nest as softly as he could, his heart racing.  This is either the stupidest thing he’s ever done or the last thing he’ll ever do, no turning back now though.  The taste of yolk in his mouth was all consuming, he moved twig after twig aside, stealthily as rodently possible.  He could feel the warmth emanating from her large backside warming the eggs, filling them with life.

         He could smell the musk coming from her plumage; the very scent was rather intoxicating.  He almost lost himself in it’s sweet embrace for a moment, but when he saw the eggs however, his true purpose returned.  As he entered the nest itself he looked up, there was just enough light coming in threw the hole he had just created to see well enough in the hot musky gloom.  There where at least five eggs that he could see from where he was crouching down, the down from her backside rested on several of them.  He crawled on through the nest to see if he could find one that rested lower than the rest to make it easier to have his meal.  He crawled on a few feet, then he saw one, on the other side of the nest, it was sunk into the bottom a little bit as to not touch her at all.  If Benny could manage to get to it, an easy meal it would make.  The stupidity he felt earlier was wearing off, he may actually pull this off, and he felt especially crafty at the moment.

         He slunk on a few more feet, his prize growing ever closer, then suddenly he felt the nest move slightly as she shifted around again and felt the down brush his fur slightly.  He slowly rolled over to see if the worst had happened, if she had gotten up or was pressing down further making movement all but impossible.  But when he looked up, he saw a sight that both shocked him and derailed his train of thought as well.  He was lying directly under her large asshole.  The musky odor was almost too much for him to resist anymore, he hadn’t counted on this.  His actions were no longer being fully controlled by his brain; his loins had assumed control of his basic motor functions.  As such he saw that he had become “enflamed” by the sight before him, combined with the warmth and the scent around him he was loosing control of himself.  Without even thinking as to what he was doing, his hand reached up and stroked the anus that was slowly winking at him as its owner shifted and moved slightly.

         Its reaction was immediate and violent; the large sphincter bulged slightly then released a large amount of foul smelling air.  Benny was immediately snapped back into reality. He held his breath as best he could; if his touching her “delicate” areas didn’t alert her to his presence then a loud cough wouldn’t make it any better.  He back peddled quickly as her rear began to shift.

“Well, excuse me.” He heard her say from far above. “I wonder where that came from.”

“Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid” Benny was hitting himself in the head so violently it nearly gave him a headache.  And it didn’t help him hold his breath any better either; he could no longer help it.  He gulped for air and was met with the stench of what he feared was fully digested rodent and fish.  He tried hard not to cough, vainly, but soon enough the burning in his lungs cried out to be cleared and the fruits of his lions came to bare.  Several deep, though stifled, coughs burst forth from his chest.  They were quiet even for his size, yet they didn’t escape the tuned ears of the mother goose he was currently residing under.

“Hmmmmm, what’s this?” Benny was still stiffling coughs and he heard her speak, felt the nest shift as she got up.  He was blinded by the sudden light at first, but the fresh air did help. “My my, what have we here?”  Her voice was soft, inviting.  He couldn’t hear any anger or surprise in it.  As his coughing subsided he looked up into her large eyes, they were just as welcoming and soft as her voice.  Perhaps it was some of the lingering effects from earlier, but he found himself quite intoxicated with her eyes.  He felt as though hypnotized by those large brown eyes, his body began to relax to the point of paralysis. 

“Yes, I see now.  We have a little thief among us.” she said softly, reaching down towards him.  Benny’s instinctual reaction was to run but he couldn’t move, he went limp, he just stared into her large eyes, ruptured by them.  She cooed softly as she grasped him in her soft feathery hands, as she lifted him up he felt his loins begin to tingle again.  Even now she held him lightly, open handed.  He could run, he could get away, but he just lay there in her hand, enraptured by her.

“Oh, look at this.” She smiled “Or perhaps this little mouse just wanted a peak at my nice butt, hmmm?”  Her finger softly stroked his member as she said this.  Bolts of electricity shot from his groin as she rubbed his enraged member, smiling softly. His body was completely limp, his mind focusing on only one thing, even though his rational brain was screaming. “RUN AWAY, YOU ARE ABOUT TO DIE! HORIBLY!” He no longer cared, her eyes were so welcoming and she beckoned to him with a soft smile, he only wished to become part of them now.

“Well, either way.” She said as she softly closed her hand around him. “We can’t let you just get away with this, you’ll only come back later.  And I haven’t eaten anything since this morning.  Harold won’t be back from the lake until later tonight with food, and I do get rather hungry waiting here all day.”  She brought Benny up to her beak and gave him a sniff; she honked happily, clearly enjoying his flavorful scent.  Her eyes met his again, burning with hunger.

         Benny’s mind processed this last statement and quickly came to the conclusion that his imminent death was near but the connection between his brain and the rest of his body was suddenly paralyzed with fear, as he saw her giant beak open up in front of him.  Her tongue slinked out and licked him from groin to head.  This action although stimulating the part of him that willed himself toward being consumed also gave him an excellent view of the mouth that was about to do the consuming.  Benny was jarred back into reality, fear and panic rising quickly within him.  He willed his body to move again and thought of escape, but this all came an instant too soon.  As she tightened her grip on his body, lifting him up over her head. She licked her lips in anticipation of the small lunchtime snack she was about to enjoy, as she did Benny could see the saliva running freely within her mouth, ready to ease his passing.

“Please, don’t eat me.” he said trying to think fast. “I can do you a great favor; go get you some food perhaps.  And I,  promise to never come here again. EVER AGAIN, Please!” Benny said as she dangled him from his tail, hanging over her open mouth staring down into her maw, hungry and waiting for him.  She stopped for a second, seemingly considering his offer.  Then she pulled him back and looked at him in a very compassionate, almost sorrowful look.

“Oh, come now sweetheart.” She smiled softly at him again. “You know you couldn’t get enough food for me to eat, or even anything I would be able to eat.  And this will ensure that you won’t ever come back here anymore.”  She brought him up to her Beak, gave him a finale lick, then her tongue rapped under his waist slapped against his back, and drug him inter her hungry maw.  He hit her tongue with a moist slap, and was instantly drawn into the hungry cavity.  Met by her saliva, he was soaked through and through.  She worked him over with her tongue, enjoying his flavor, savoring his essence. Then Benny felt the tongue shift under him and move him to the back of her mouth.  Try as he might he could not halt the events that were about to transpire, events that he foresaw even before he started this little escapade of his.

“Oh god, dear lord no. NOOOOOO!” Benny screamed and she swallowed him.  Her head tilting back slightly to help his descent into her throat.  The soft velvet walls of her throat grabbed him and pulled him downwards towards his doom.  They also had another less expected effect, he found that his member was still at “attention” from the mornings earlier activities and her soft throat massage did nothing to abate it. In fact before he made it too far down, he came, long and hard before he was deposited in her large empty avian stomach.  He flopped down onto the soft tissue, colors still flashing in front of his eyes, the result of his trip down.  As he regained his head and senses, he wished he hadn’t.  Realizing just where he was he began to panic.

“Oh no, this is it.” he flailed about in her stomach, pounding on the walls as if that ever does any good.  The soft spongy walls and floor had a strange calming effect on him, almost like her eyes did.  Soon he ley down, and drifted off to sleep as the air finally ran thin.  Her stomach deciding to do something about its guest.

         The Goose cooed quietly, satisfied with a bit of food in her belly,  settled back onto the nest, her eyes closeing as she drifted back to sleep.  She could sleep better now that she had a little morsle inside her to help her last the day untill her husband got back from the lake with food.  Several hours later there was a russle in the bushes.  There under the bushes was another little mouse, looking at her and her nest with a look of longing and hunger.

         Jerry stood in the shade of the bushes looking on toward the large nest, thinking of the large delicious eggs that lay within…



The End