Sleep was uneasy that night for the survivors. After the sudden ambush and subsequent escape, the yoshies were on edge, running as far as they could to escape the trap clearly set up for them. Two of them, the brown and pink ones, ended up lagging behind. They were ankle-deep in a humid swamp by the time they finally felt it safe to stop fleeing. The two, still plumped up on the feast they partook in just hours ago, had paws on their knees, bent over and panting, and half-asleep despite the long run. The pair spent the next few moments scouting out some semblance of dry land they could rest on, the swampy air filled with croaks of amphibians and quiet calls of birds. Insect buzzing kept yoshi paws and tails busy, swiping and flicking away irritably as they pushed through the swamp in the dead of night. They only just managed to stumble on a dry, grassy island that just managed to poke out from the waters, their boots dripping with slimy water as they wearily climbed on land. The two yoshies were fraught with worry for their fellow yoshies, and still couldn’t get that echoing, distant belch out of their heads: The yoshies knew in their hearts that at least one of them had succumbed and became food for a greedy yoshi-eating monstrosity. The two chubby dinosaurs huddled next to each other on dry land, minds on anything but sleep, though it captured them all the same soon enough. Their tails curled against their own bodies as eyes closed and breathing steadied, pangs of hunger starting to simmer in their bellies as slumber took them.

The pink and brown yoshies awoke within seconds of one-another, each shivering and findings themselves with a fresh coat of rain water on their hides. The late-morning sun was completely obscured by dull grey clouds, and a slight drizzle seemed to have quieted all the wildlife around them. The two sat up, stretching aching muscles and having to fight to bring themselves to their feet. When boot soles met grass and bellies sagged down, softened and padded with digested food aplenty, they shared a collective groan. Hunger was upon them, but there didn’t seem to be so much as a seedling in sight. Brown in particular seemed considerably bothered, though a few encouraging shoulder pats and a flash of a smile from Pink cheered him up. Their past epic adventure across the island did leave them with bouts of hunger for a while, and they powered through it as much as any yoshi could. Pink offered to lead the way, beckoning and stepping off the little island and sinking several inches into the swamp water that surrounded the two of them. Brown was quick to follow, sloshing right in after and scratching his soft, sagging underbelly.

Self-control kept both the yoshies on task through the morning. The hunger was there, always lingering, but never overpowering. True to form, both kept it off their minds for a while, only stopping for a drink every now and then to quench a thirst and further quell their greedy stomachs. Though hunger wasn’t the only urge that Brown was fighting: On one such stop to get a drink, Brown had gotten his fill and was just straightening up. Pink’s snout was still plunged into fresher swamp water, lapping it up in short tongue flicks. As he rose and wiped his mouth, Brown’s eyes peered down at the pink yoshi, whose tail was raised to maintain balance. Her tail, he noticed, was fatter than the day before, most of what the feast had to offer definitely having stuck around. Brown allowed himself to stare, noting in particular thickened thighs and a sagging white underbelly swaying to her subtle swaying tail. Her rear end stuck out beyond her legs, supporting her thicker tail, with a tailhole and vagina lips, thick and tempting. Only when Pink finally came up from her drink did Brown snap out of it, averting his eyes from his second thirst-quenching experience in as many moments and hoping his loins didn’t betray his actions. Pink looked back, not noticing anything awry, including blushing yoshi cheeks, and continued forward. Brown gulped as his belly growled, a dribble of drool escaping and dripping alongside other raindrops. The yoshi shook his head and plodded onward with the other, re-focusing on the task of getting out of the swamp.

Prince Froggy smiled, settled some distance away in the swamp and keeping tabs on the escaped dinosaurs. Yoshies stuck out like sore thumbs most of the time, pink ones especially, so it was trivial for the frog to track them down. Keeping his eyes on them he pondered how to dispatch of the two. It would be so easy for him to wave the magic wand and end two more of the yoshies he’d come to despise, but he got a better idea. Watching the brown yoshi occasionally leer at the pink one, Prince Froggy thought up another spell in the repertoire he’d amassed in the year since he’d acquired the wand. It would cost hardly a thought, since it largely depended on the target to do the bulk of the heavy lifting, and if all went well, the frog would enjoy quite the show. Nothing more than a little nudge to encourage the brown yoshi’s current mood further. Chuckling, Prince Froggy easily navigated the swamp, a natural habitat of his, keeping his distance and waiting for the yoshies to stop again. His patience was great, though little was needed, as minutes later the two paused to re-gain their bearings once more. Pointing the business end of the magic wand at the brown yoshi, Prince Froggy cast perhaps the most subtle spell he knew. A few luminescent shapes flickered from the wand tip and speared straight for its target, glazing right over the shocked brown yoshi in a flash.

Brown stood up straight, his arms arched with paws down in their natural, dinosaur-like pose. A tingle traveled from the tip of his tail up his spine and back down again, and his stomach sounded off loudly. Pink giggled and chided him lightly, wondering how hungry he was getting. He played it off with a laugh of his own, slowly relaxing despite how tensed up he’d just become. Pink began heading forward again, both accompanied with the grrrrrrrrrn sounding out from the male’s stomach. They marched forward for a while longer, though Brown was having a much harder time focusing. Every other step, hunger nagged him. And the pudgy yoshi waddling just in front of him was looking more delicious by the minute. Thoughts went from ones of protest to ones of rationalization. What would the harm honestly be? The two were hopelessly lost, clearly, and with nary a frog or fruit to snack on, sometimes the stronger yoshi would be the one to survive. Pink blithely continued on, unaware that Brown had his eyes on her constantly at this point, stomach visibly quivering in need.

That belly wasn’t the only thing crying out for attention. Every flick upwards of the pink yoshi’s tail made Brown’s loins twitch. The two competing urges battled each other out and actually gave Brown some moments of peace for a little while, the sucking sounds of boots being pulled out of a muddy swamp floor overpowering those of his gut. One urge was able to win out, though, when trees started to become more rampant, branches dangling deeper and extending out longer than before. The yoshies naturally lowered their heads to walk with their chins joining their undersides in gliding along the top of the water, being given a reprieve from the continuing rainfall. Brown’s snout was inches from the yoshi tail that twitched in front of him, and was able to feast on her pudgy underside. All senses became attuned to the pink yoshi before Brown, his nostrils flaring, picking up her feminine scent. Under the water, his member began to stiffen, growing out and twitching freely. They only had to continue their ducking walk for a minute, but that was more than enough time for the brown yoshi to grow fully hard, his erection masked by the water. Another grrrrrwwl roared, though its intimidation had nothing on the male yoshi’s libido at that moment.

Muddy water gave way to grass once again, the pink yoshi sighing in relief and shaking her feet one at a time to rid her boots of the muck. Brown did the same, not shy at all about the thick pink cock dangling freely under his soft, chubby belly. His mind was made up, and the pair had just stumbled upon the perfect place for him to claim her. Pink looked back with a smile on her face, about to ask Brown how he was feeling. The smile vanished when she caught sight of his eyes, piercing and focused; tongue, slipping across his snout. Throbbing erection, twitching freely in the air and dripping in swamp water. Her eyes widened, but before the yoshi could defend herself Brown leapt forward! She let out a shriek as the two stumbled forward, Pink pressed up to a nearby tree with her chin against the bark, staring upward.

There was nothing on the brown yoshi’s mind but slaking his lust. No mind control or other magical means was controlling his actions. The spell was a simple suggestion, and it had given Brown’s mentality the little push it needed to see Pink as nothing more than a toy and eventual meal. Brown panted eagerly, pressing his pudgy middle up under Pink’s tail. Her tail was quickly sandwiched between her saddle and his chest, out of the way and exposing her nethers to the world… and his twitching cock. The brown yoshi didn’t wait for anything, his tip pressing up against the soft white underside of the pink yoshi’s rear, it pressing hard against the butt a few times before teasing around her tailhole. Pink tried to resist but the tree bark and Brown’s body weight held her tight, his needy dick tip slipping down and between her pudgy nether lips. Her mouth hung agape in a silent squeal when his cock invaded, squelching wetly inward a few inches, the brown yoshi eagerly starting to hump into his companion yoshi’s love canal. He let his tongue dangle from mouth a few inches, panting hotly as he thrust up under the pink yoshi’s tail. She felt his heated breaths against the back of her head, and eventually the tongue lapping against her spikes and scales. She shivered despite the humidity and her own heated loins growing wet from the forced stimulation. Pink was well-aware of what was going through Brown’s head.

After a good fuck, a hungry yoshi loved to eat.

With her jaw slackened Pink moaned, wanting to protest or sputter or do something to stop that heated cock from driving deeper between her netherlips. The throbbing member was hilting with most of Brown’s humps, his lower belly slapping up against her butt noisily. The wet squishy slurps of his dick slipping out and thrusting in was ringing out throughout the swamp, Pink scrabbling lamely against the bark of the tree she was pinned against. Her tail was becoming numb, being squished tight against her back by the other yoshi’s heavy form, with her own breath reduced to short gasps, a cry escaping when her body scraped to the side suddenly. Pink flopped to the ground belly-first, legs splayed out and tail still bent up and over. Brown followed her down, using her body as a cushion, driving Pink snout-first into the grass. He fell to his knees in the process, still humping, her fat tail cushioning every thrust. Every squelch of his cock drove Brown closer to climaxing, penis throbbing harder and spurting hot hot slimy pre every so often. Pink’s stomach was sprawled out either side of her as she was squished to the ground, only getting relief when Brown’s paws gripped tightly and forcefully flipped her around. Her tail was freed and flumped to the ground limply as her stomach bounded outward. It jiggled when she was corkscrewed further on the dick embedded all the way up to her womb, white belly shining in the cloudy daylight.

Brown’s legs and tail stretched out between Pink’s thighs, their bellies meeting and squishing, loud glrrrrrns echoing out from the male yoshi gut. Every thrust made both jostle, pre leaking out from Pink’s nethers and pooling about her tailhole and the rolls of fat at the base of her tail. She stared up frightfully as Brown leered down. Her eyes bulged out in shock when his head shot down and locked lips, murring deeply and engaging in a passionate kiss, tongue slopped under her chin as his jaws worked. Pink but moaned back, her loins going alight and a sudden spasm spreading like wildfire through her body. Before she could help herself she came hard, hot, viscous femcum splotching outward and coating Brown’s underbelly and throbbing penis in her sticky fluids. Shortly after it passed, Pink’s head fell back limp, Brown pulling up from the kiss and planting his paws on either side of her. Head in the air the brown yoshi buried his cock as deep as it could go, a slight bulge emerging in Pink’s abdomen, and let loose. Said abdomen throbbed outward with each pulsating splurt of cum Brown fired off. His ecstatic moan lasted as long as his own orgasm, flooding Pink’s innards and ejecting excess out around his spasming shaft.

Pink’s vision was a blur as she was filled to the brim with the brown yoshi’s cock keeping her plugged, his hot jizz lining her butt and base of her tail in a haphazard web. She blinked though her vision wasn’t clearing, blaming the rain. More blinks followed as she felt a drop against her snout… but it was considerably warmer and stickier. A couple more plopped down on her cheeks, one getting in her eyes. She was able to wipe across her eyes to clear her vision, and when she did, terror raced through her heart: Brown’s jaws were opening wider and wider still, his tongue oozing out and many layers of yoshi slobber dropping around her face. The rain had stopped long ago, she remembered. All she was feeling was his saliva. Protests of all kinds instantly poured from her mouth, though she knew it was useless. The growls from his stomach spoke volumes to the panicked pink yoshi, knowing nothing was going to stop the other yoshi from dining on her. She thrust her paws against his sides to try and get the brown yoshi to stop, but he persisted. Pink cringed when his tongue slathered across her neck and slowly coiled around it, the bulbous tip sliding up and planting against the back of her head. That set her off, squealing to not be eaten, babbling into the yawning yoshi muzzle. The brown yoshi murred at her taste and rolled his eyes, ignoring her cries with his cock anchoring her to the ground still. That strong yoshi tongue retracted, yanking the squealing pink yoshi headfirst up into his wide, dripping jaws.

The pink yoshi’s head and shoulders vanished instantly. She had hardly an instant to note any of the details of the red, shining cheeks or throat within, her whole world going black in an instant. GLK-ULP! Pink’s head was nothing but a bulge squelching down Brown’s neck rather quickly, a yoshi more than capable of swallowing things many times their size. An equal-sized yoshi would prove child’s play. His lips sealed around her shoulders but his tongue continued pulling her inward. Her muffled cries for mercy didn’t slow him down a bit as he sated his long-standing hunger by devouring his fellow yoshi, whole and alive. Brown casually humped into Pink a few times more, despite being spent, Pink’s legs kicking through the air fitfully in the process. He felt her underbelly dragging across his, the plump things bunching up and jiggling when they separated. Rolling onto his side, Brown casually swallowed her deeper, UH-GLRP, her head already pressing out his chest. He was bent inward to keep his cock buried in her nethers but, now on his side, relaxed his hips. His cock noisily schlurp’d out and a flood of his and her cum poured from her snatch, his tip twitching and spurting out one last little bit of jizz as it met humid air. Brown murred, his voice rumbling all around the terrified pink yoshi, throat muscles pounding her from all directions as her pudgy body lay splayed and half-eaten along the dirt.

Brown worked his jaws down against his chubby meal over and over, saliva squirting out with each soft chew he performed. Using his paws, he fed more of the other yoshi down his gullet while his tongue tasted instead of pulled. Pink felt the slimy appendage loop around the front of her belly that was starting to scrunch into his jaws, though with every GLP and URLP her concerns were quickly transitioning to his stomach. She pressed through his sphincter in no time at all and messily slid through quite active stomach acid, the yoshi knowing all-too-well how potent dinosaur guts can be when it comes to processing a hefty meal. Her latest cry cut off when Brown’s jaws scrunched right around her own plump, scrumptious belly, driving all the air from her and leaving her dazed. Brown took another thick swallow and clenched his jaws hard around the rest of Pink’s belly, a vague whine mingling with the churning gurgles of his stomach. Fat pink legs and a thick tail were all that protruded from the brown yoshi’s mouth, and Brown was eager to slither his tongue out between those legs and lap at the honeypot nestled at the base of Pink’s tail. Pink coughed against the torrent of stomach fluids that were seeping around her hide with more of her chubby form bloating out the belly. Her bulges were prominent, snout and paw pressing out, then receding, as she was eaten, leaving brief impressions on Brown’s growing, growling stomach. He murred and slathered his tongue all over Pink’s chubby rear and over her holes, Pink’s legs momentarily hanging limp before a fresh stomach churn gave her a second wind.

The pink yoshi’s head bulge visibly slid to Brown’s lower belly when another GLORUK of a swallow rang out: Pink’s face was pressed against the bottom of the underbelly right near Brown’s tail, with more of her body contorting as it was stuffed into his bloating belly. She could even her his chewing and licking of her, making her moan disgustedly, being thoroughly tasted and enjoyed. That passed as a particularly strong GLORP of a stomach acid bubble popped near her cheek, coating her whole head with fresh, tingling acid. Her last desperate hope – that Brown would lay her as an egg – vanished given how aggressive his acids were. There was no chance he was going to let such a filling meal go! Pink squealed, feeling her stomach bulging out Brown’s neck as it was squished tightly and swallowed deeper. Her kicking legs became flicking feet, most of her tail sticking out past those boots of hers.

Brown murred and wanted more of Pink’s flavor before completely eating her, so he reached up with his free paws and wrenched off each of Pink’s boots. Pink let out a wail as she felt her naked feet slither in between wet yoshi lips, flagging her tail back and forth with Brown’s tongue coiling around everything it could in his mouth. Said tongue managed to slip out and coil about the remnants of her tail, binding it tight, before it too was pulled in: Brown opened his jaws, revealing a visible, messy yoshi vagina and tailhole, with a bunched up tail stuck to the roof of his mouth and feet splayed to either of his cheeks. The tongue wrestled the rest of the tail in and yoshi jaws SCLMP’d shut, saliva decorating the grass. Pink tried to use her paws to press out against the stomach and prop herself up out of the pool of churning acids, but they were stuck to her sides. Her bulges lined Brown’s stomach which now splayed comfortably out in the grass, his neck and chest betraying the rest of Pink’s form. He idly suckled and slurped over her remaining bits for some time.

Pink’s breaths were short and quick, unable to completely catch a good one. The yoshi’s squeals were squeaky and worthless, her pleads for freedom not even escaping the growling stomach. Brown was done tasting though and angled her remains to the back of his maw. He closed his eyes tight and worked his throat rhythmically, swallowing the pink yoshi whole in a series of firm gulps: ULP GLORK GLRRRRRK! Her bulging feet and tail chased her fat belly and butt down the neck, and with a SLSH... SLORSH followed by a muffled scream from the compacted yoshi, Brown’s urges were finally sated. His stomach stretched outward and upward with him laying on his side, one leg buried under all that flesh with another propped in the air. His tail swayed gently as he gave the top of his stomach a few wet thmp thmps of a pat. Loud gurgles and blorps sang out among muffled begging, all of which Brown ignored. His jaws were open and his tongue slathered over his lips over and over, panting softly while Pink fought for her life. The fattened-up yoshi slid one paw under his malleable flabby belly and held to the top of it with his other, lazily sloshing it up and down, back and forth, even lifting it up some… SPLOT! He dropped it, purring in bliss. He let out a few steady pants, paused a moment, then burped, lips closing as his tongue worked about his yoshi lips some more.

Pink was beside herself with fright. The yoshi belly was pressing into her, massaging acids deep into her hide and leaking into her orifices. Brown continued sloshing his noisy gut about as it started to digest the devoured female yoshi. He groggily swayed sideways to get back on his feet, though it took a few attempts. Every sway made Pink dizzy, her world nothing but a blind, squelching stomach that was eagerly churning her away, leaving her with just enough to stay awake but unable to do much but fitfully struggle. After a few more attempts, Brown managed onto his feet, his wide, expanded stomach sloshing and swaying violently some before it settled, at rest, mumbled cries emanating among the grrrrrrrlps within. His stance was conducive only to a lazy waddle, with his legs stretched to accommodate his belly and tail hiked up, with rolls of stomach fat pushing out beneath. Yoshies were used to big meals, and Brown was no exception, so his walk, while waddling, was firm, as he set out to find a way out of the swamp. Pink whimpered, stomach fluids converging from all angles with the level of acids rising, mingling with saliva and more. She pressed outward with a paw here and there, indenting the wobbling belly as Brown wobbled, with her snout pressing out under his tail near the ground. Her muffled protests grew quieter while Brown ventured forward, back into the wet swamp.

While the waters on either side of Brown seemed to be rather deep, the stretch of mud he was fighting his way through seemed to keep him above the surface. His belly blobbed in and out of the water, with Pink feeling every splash as a soft scrnch against her digesting body. Brown, however, no longer had a care for Pink. She was his meal, and that was that! He did occasionally rub his stomach, or press into it, a resounding cry and brrrrble ringing out as a result, but otherwise was focused on getting out.

Another yoshi had been devoured, leaving six remaining. The brown yoshi was rather pleased with how things had turned out, all things considered. After all, it wasn’t him that became a meal for some greedy hungry creature– 

SPLASH!

A loud crash of water thundered off from Brown’s right side. He turned and saw, to his horror, a massive Lunge Fish springing free from the deeper ends of the swamp. Its jaws were spread wide open, gobs of drool as thick as his legs sagged off of thick, squishy lips. A wide tongue big enough to rest a very fat yoshi on was curled and extended, and a massive dark gullet, fish breath and all, glared back at the shocked yoshi. Brown, boots firmly stuck in the mud, barely had time to attempt to pull one foot out of the muck before the thick-lipped fish was upon him. He squealed more shrilly than Pink ever did with the yoshi pulling desperately at one of his legs to dislodge himself. Lunge Fish tore the brown yoshi right out of his stance, leaving his boots firmly embedded in the thick mud, jaws locking over and around his bloated yoshi belly. With another massive splash the fish dove underwater with its prey ensnared, smelly slobber coating the squealing panicked brown yoshi’s upper body. Brown kicked his bare feet and thrashed his fat tail through the water in a vain effort to break free.

All was quiet in the swamp for a moment, save for rapid thick bubbles emerging and popping around where the large fish had re-entered. That silence was ripped apart when Lunge Fish re-emerged, sticking its head out of the water and thrashing its large head back and forth. Brown and Pink both felt the inertia, growing nauseous as they were flung several feet back and forth in rapid succession. Brown nearly choked on the amount of saliva the large fish had built up, groaning and crying out simultaneously as the tongue slapped up against his hide noisily, more drool still left in its wake. Lunge Fish’s lips squeezed harshly around the bloated yoshi’s stomach and back, Pink crying out in agony as the digesting belly was almost too tight for her to bear. Brown’s underbelly, complete with the outlined snout of Pink, poked out of the fish’s mouth. His bare feet and thick tail, too, protruded, plump yoshi butt on full display while Lunge Fish casually ate him alive. The brown yoshi wailed for the fish to let him out as he kicked his legs and flicked his tail every which way trying to break free and failing. The fish seemed perfectly content to continue tasting and savoring the fat yoshi, though, unwittingly enjoying a two-for-one meal. Pink whined at every follow-up squish of those lips as consciousness began to slip away with every compression of those lips driving acids deeper into her hide. The brown yoshi stomach ignorantly continued along with digestion, the gut nearly full to the brim with gooey stomach acid that threatened to drown Pink. Brown’s mind was on anything but at the moment, with the plump yoshi himself staring down a gullet that could easily swallow him whole!

Lunge Fish flicked its tail underwater merrily. Ever since those fat yoshies were spotted on the beach it had a growing urge to devour them all. It had thought all was lost when they retreated inland, the only one dumb enough to stay on the beach getting snatched up by a greedy polka-dotted flower! Lunge Fish was more than happy to find an alternate way inland, shown to it by a frog and his magic stick. From there it was just a matter of biding its time, and the payoff was absolutely worth it. It smacked and slopped and slurped and chewed on its long-awaited meal happily, with a river of slobber pouring from its mouth and pooling around the yoshi it was eating alive. Brown’s whining was already tapering with how much the thick, stinking tongue was pounding against him. The fish breath was worse, and he knew it was going to be worse still once he was plunged down that fishy throat. Pink remained barely conscious, having no idea what was going on, save for some vague suppositions, only finding the belly she was trapped in greedily grrrrning and chrrrning away regardless of what was happening to its owner.

Brown let out another cry when he could see again: The thick lips parted, lines of drool slopping over him. Daylight, grey and dull as it was from the overcast weather, showcased a shining gullet twitching eagerly and a thick fish tongue wriggling under him. A particularly strong exhale made Brown throw his paws over his snout and his eyes water. A nasally whine escaped the yoshi when the fat fish tongue pushed out from under his stomach and loudly smacked up against his doughy fat butt. The outline of Pink’s snout and his sheath and tailhole were all coated in an instant, with his legs straddling the tongue and tail tip draped over the tongue tip.

A loud squeal not to be eaten was torn from the brown yoshi’s lips as the tongue hauled him in, Lunge Fish lips slamming down tightly around his whole body. Pink felt the tongue push harshly against Brown’s hide, compressing her to her body’s limit. That fish tongue then proceeded to slather around the brown yoshi, tossing and turning him as he wailed and pressed out blindly in every direction. Pink was squashed and slammed around the gut, motionless but awake, suffering a worse fate. Brown’s stomach swayed to a stop when his back rested firmly on the back of the Lunge Fish’s tongue. He was blasted with more fish breath as his the gullet widened before him, one last muffled squeal cut off as the brown yoshi slid, upside-down, into the throat. Lunge Fish smiled and gently closed his eyes, swallowing the bloated yoshi whole with a massive GLUUUNP! A very fat yoshi bulge pushed out the fishy neck before disappearing under the water. Lunge Fish licked and smacked its fat, jiggling lips, letting out a grunt of satisfaction with its meal packed away.

Brown was squeezed and squelched tightly down the fish throat, Pink feeling it within the confines of his belly. Gravity lurched when the Lunge Fish lived up to its namesake, leaping out of the water suddenly. Its body arched as it reached its apex, the thick bulges of Brown SLORSHing noisily from the throat into the stomach, settling just above the flipping fish tail. Lunge Fish dove back into the water. The squealing brown yoshi fought and squirmed deep in the putrid fish stomach, acids stinging, churning and glorping much louder and with much more viciousness than any yoshi stomach could muster. He was stuck in place with powerful stomach walls pressing in from all sides, Pink compressed further-still with Brown’s body scrunched in on itself.

The Lunge Fish had caught its meal and it was most delectable. Prince Froggy, from a safe distance, had a mile-wide grin on his frog lips. He settled for a little while, knowing the next victims weren’t too far away, and was rewarded as he saw the Lunge Fish re-emerge some minutes later. It was floating along on its back, with a weakly-struggling belly bulge stretching this way and that. Muffled churns were audible even from this distance, but were deafened when the fish stretched its jostling lips wide and uttered out a tree-rustling BURRRRRRP! Prince Froggy licked his lips, mentally crossing a couple more yoshies off the list.

Five to go.