Chapter 1: Tasting and Swallowing

The hungry bird and the plant had a symbiotic relationship. The plant was a lure for food for the bird. And the bird, in her turn, gave the plant fertilizer via the creatures, who had tried to eat the plant and were instead eaten by her, she digested and then excreted as pellets, urates, and feces. She was particularly hungry as of late, being fairly pregnant. Her old lover had done a dine and dash, leaving her alone with the kids still in her oviducts. But she didn't really mind. She had long thought him a loser and didn't even stop him when he left. She felt that she did better without men. If she could have fertilized the eggs on her own, she would have.

One day, the bird scented three groups of families: four bunnies, four mice, and four squirrels. They were all coming to feast on the large plant. She knew they were coming and hid, planning to feast on them. As they approached the plant, hoping to eat it, they were ambushed by the bird. This bird was particularly sadistic and enjoyed messing with her prey before eating them. And she, unlike many others, ate them alive, letting them squirm and digest inside her crop, proventriculus, and finally, her gizzard. It was a terrible way to die, but since she was the one doing the digesting rather than the one being digested, she really didn't care.

She quickly pinned down the group, holding them down with her claws. They struggled but couldn't break free. She looked over her prey, deciding which one would have the honor of being swallowed first. She soon settled on the adult male squirrel as her first victim. She seized him with one of her hands, pulling him away from the others, causing his family to shriek in horror.

The squirrel looked up at the bird's stomach. The gizzard emitted a loud GRRGGGGL! craving food, which it anticipated. The bird opened her beak, beginning to lick her lips. Drool feel from her open mouth and landed on the squirrel. She began to raise the squirrel toward her open mouth. The squirrel, panicking, lost control of his bladder, forming a foamy stream on the sand below. The bird waited for the squirrel to finish pissing himself in fright before raising him to her mouth level.

As the predator opened her mouth, the prey gagged as the stench of her breath washed over him. The bird merely scowled at this display of disgust. If the squirrel couldn't handle the odor here on the outside, he was absolutely going to hate the stench inside her gizzard. Her tongue moved out of her beak, flicking across the squirrel's face with a THEWP! THEWP! THEWP! The squirrel, of course, tried to pull away from the wet and sticky organ tickling his face, but her arm held him in place. Slowly, his fur was matted down with saliva, the gooey fluid dripping down his face and neck to splatter his belly. Soon, she turned him over and over, licking at every part of him. She loved the taste of squirrel.

Once she had licked over every part of the squirrel, matting his fur down with saliva, she raised him up to her open mouth, dangling him over it. Below her, the bird could hear the squirrel's mate and children crying out in horror. She paid them no heed for the present. They would all go to the same place in the end. Slowly, she lowered the yelping and quivering squirrel inside her beak, inching him in bit by bit. After she'd had him halfway in, she tilted her head back, letting her tongue and gravity pull the rest of him in. She closed her beak, plunging him into darkness and trapping him inside her beak. Only his bushy tail stuck out. This, she soon slurped up. Now with her prey at her mercy, she sucked on him with her gums with many a SCLUCK! and pushed him around with her tongue. She really enjoyed this little guy's flavor. After four minutes of toying with her food, her gizzard emitted an impatient growl.

Deciding that it was now time to swallow her meal, she tilted her head began and began to prod the doomed squirrel forward with her tongue. In front of him, though he couldn't see it, though he could feel the hot breath coming from down below, the passage to her throat opened, beckoning him forward. He flailed and screamed, as though he were being sucked toward a black hole, and the throat was an event horizon from which he would never escape. Indeed, once down, he wouldn't be coming out, at least not the way he came. And his fate would be worse than had he truly fallen into a black hole. Slowly, he was moved into the esophagus. When half of him was into the throat, his body making a bulge on the outside, he curved his legs out to try and impede his progress down.

The bird gathered saliva and swallowed with several powerful GLUKS! The squirrel was rattled but not loosened. The bird, however, knew how to get prey loose. Her tongue flicked against his feet, tickling them. It also rubbed against his shaft and nuts, causing him to twitch involuntarily. As her continue continued to mercilessly flick against his feet and his penis and testicles, he had an even harder time resisting her swallows. Eventually, his genitals couldn't hold out any longer and he cummed, causing him to be soon hit by his own falling spooge as it splashed down the throat.

Now twitching involuntarily from his orgasm and from the licking to his feet, he could do nothing as he was knocked loose with a powerful GULLLLLLLLLLLLLLP! and sent fully into the esophagus. The bird moved her finger across her throat, tracing the bulge as he went down. He screamed inside her throat, fighting like a soul of a damned being being dragged down to hell by demons. And indeed, while his soul would perhaps have hope of heaven, his final hours were truly going to be hell on earth. Eventually, the poor squirrel reached her crop and was sealed inside like a prisoner in a dungeon.

The squirrel cried out in fright. He didn't want to be inside a predator! Though the crop wasn't harming him at the moment, he could hear the growls of the two stomachs below him and knew of the grizzly fate he would meet if he didn't escape his prison.

The bird rubbed the bulge in her neck that was the squirrel. He didn't like being rubbed by her and tried to tickle her crop with his bushy tail, hoping to make her vomit him up. However, her crop was too strong for that. She let out a cold laugh, which rattled the squirrel inside her crop. She continued to rub the wiggling bulge and also licked her lips, savoring his flavor. Below her, the bird could hear the squirrel's wife and kids wailing. She turned her attention to them now, seizing the children next and making the mother shriek in agony.

Like their father, the two children lost control of their bladders, but, this time, they also shit themselves. Once they were done relieving themselves, the bird raised them to her mouth and began to lick at the both of them, lapping across both their bodies as they struggled helplessly against her hands and tongue. Below her, the mother was wailing, her face streaked with tears. The bird ignored her, for now, for she would be next.

Having tasted her prey, she tossed the two children into the air and caught them with her mouth. After sucking on them for a few minutes, she sent them down her throat with a power GULPPPP!, and they joined their father in the crop several seconds later. The mother was now hysterical, as well as broken. She didn't resist as much as her children and mate had. The bird moved her up so that she was level with her throat. She reached out toward the bulges that were her mate and kids, crying out to them. The bird let her sob for a moment before raising her to her mouth. The bird licked her over for a while, then put her into her mouth and sucked on her. Done licking, the bird decided to swallow her. The squirrel was so dejected that she didn't even fight the oncoming GULP! and was sent down to join her family in the crop. They all hugged each other and cried. Digestive juices began to coat them, not nearly enough to kill, but enough to make them itch and their fur start to loosen. The bird now turned her attention to the family of bunnies.

She decided to seize the two children first this time. As she raised them toward her mouth, the father and mother bunny wailed and tried to get free and toward their children. However, they were firmly held down by her claws. THEWP! THEWP! THEWP! The bird licked over the two bunny children, tasting their flavor. Her breath was making them gagged as it washed over them, though the smell was nothing like in the crop, where the odor was making the eyes of the family of squirrels water as it surrounded them.

The bird's gizzard growled again, indicating its impatience and signaling for her to hurry up and swallow her prey and send them all to her proventriculus. She tossed one of the bunny children into the air and caught him with her mouth. After sucking on him for only a minute, she downed him with a powerful swallow. His sister watched in horror as her brother went down the throat. Before her brother could even reach the crop, she was thrown into the air and the process was repeated with her. Now, there were six bulges wiggling in the bird's crop. The two parent bunnies looked up at the bulges in her neck and wailed. The bird seized the mother bunny and raised her toward her mouth next as the father wailed and sobbed.

The bird dangled the mother upside down, licking her from her head up to her toes and all around. Once she had coated her in saliva, she dropped her right into her mouth and, after only a few seconds of sucking, decided to swallow. Like the male squirrel, she tried to resist being swallowed. The bird, however, had her answer. She poked the pussy of the female, sending slam after slam of her tongue into the bunny's vagina. Eventually, she couldn't handle it anymore and orgasmed, which allowed the bird to swallow her whole. Next, the bird took up the last of the bunnies. Like the mother squirrel, he didn't put up much of a fight and the bird swallowed him, making the prey count in her crop now eight.

The bird this time seized the parent mice, leaving the two children to watch as she licked them over, sucked on them, and finally swallowed. She next took up the two children mice at once, and repeated the process. She didn't lick or suck on them as much as she had the other creatures, for her gizzard and proventriculus were growling, wanting to digest her large meal. Soon, she swallowed the two mice. Now, she had all 12 critters in her crop.

She was just about to send the unlucky group down into her first stomach when she scented a family of lizards, quickly approaching. The bird hid and ambushed them as they walked by. She seized all four of them and began to quickly lick and suck on them. Then she swallowed. Now, she had 16 bulges wiggling in her neck. These, she massaged and rubbed for about five minutes, torturing her prey, which she enjoyed.

ERRUPPPPP! She emitted a belch. This flew past the creatures, making them gag at the awful stench from below. GRRRRRG! Her gizzard growled again. She decided it was time to digest her prey. She opened the sphincter at the bottom of her crop and sent her prey, kicking and screaming, down toward her first stomach.

Chapter 2: The Proventriculus

The prey struggled against the walls of her first stomach. However, even working together, their efforts were not enough to induce vomiting. Indeed, it was they who began to vomit, sickened by the awful stench of the air in her proventriculus. This all got them splattered, as there wasn't much room in the organ, it being meant only to process food, not for comfort of those unlucky enough to land inside it.

Deciding to mess with her prey further, for what else was she going to do to pass the time, she began to run her hands across her distended stomach, rubbing and massaging at all of the wiggling bulges, poking at the indentations of the faces of her prey as they pressed against her stomach, struggling to escape the confines of their hellish prison. They tried to evade her rubbing, but, alas, there was no place for them to escape.

ERRRRRRRRP! The bird emitted a hearty belch, shaking the creatures in her proventriculus and causing them all to vomit from the foul stench. ERRRRRRRRRUPPPPPPPPPPPP! The bird made an even fouler belch, causing her prey to barf up what was left of what would be their final meals. She gave a cold laugh, shaking her prey as it echoed around them. She sure enjoyed tormenting her food. And speaking of food, she was glad she had found so much. She had been craving more, even though she often ate at least a dozen prey a day, due to her pregnancy. This poor lot was going to provide a lot of calories.

GRRRRRGL! RGGGG! Twenty minutes after her prey had arrived in her first stomach, the proventriculus began to growl and churn. Slowly, acid began to pour into the chamber. The crop had only softened their fur and caused a fur clumps to fall off and had, at worst, only caused an annoying itch. The acid from here, however, began to burn. They could feel their skin start to burn, similar to a very bad sunburn in level of pain. This caused them to squirm and scream worse than ever.

The bird quickly took advantage of their squirming. She raised her cloaca, her opening where she expelled solid waste, liquid waste, and eggs, up to her squirming and bulging belly, and let the vent rub against the surface. As she had anticipated, the movement pleasured her, causing her to sigh. One of the things, and perhaps, the only thing, her mate was good for was getting her pregnant and the pleasurable experience she had from getting ####ed. Without him, she had come up with this maneuver as a way to compensate for her lack of sex. It did the trick, pleasuring her to orgasm. Not content with one orgasm, she held her cloaca against her increasingly wiggling stomach for the next 90 minutes, getting many more orgasms, each more intense than the last as the wiggling intensified.

Inside the proventriculus, the critters were not getting any pleasure, only pain, and increasing amounts of it. Their fur had been singed off in the first hour and now the male mammalian critters were shrieking in high-pitched voices as their sex organs were slowly boiled alive. All of the adult mammalian males soon cummed several times as they were burned and sizzled on their sensitive sex organs. Now, the place was filled with the sound of screams, moans, and stomach gurgles while the air was filled with the scent of stomach gasses, vomit, semen, and their own burning skin. They all tried peeing on the acid in hopes of dilating it, but, of course, the urine only added to the acid level, not removed from it.

Over the next two hours, they were further digested until their skin was fully blistered. All of their fur, and, in the case of the lizards, scales, was digested off, leaving burning blotchy blistered that began to ooze pus, which sizzled as the acid hit it. To add further injury to injury, the walls of the proventriculus occasionally contracted, increasing in frequency the longer the critters were inside of it, putting strain on their skeletal structures as well. After three hours, all of them had at least one fractured bone, and several of them three or more.

By late midday, they were all in great pain as their skin began to slowly burn away, festering with broken and oozing bloody blisters. Several of their bones were broken, though, in desperation, they still did their best to move and struggle, trying futilly to escape their fleshy muscular prison. Suddenly, the acid stopped dripping and the walls stopped contracting. The creatures hoped that this was a sign that maybe, just maybe, the bird was going to have pity upon them and vomit them up. However, this notion was soon dispelled as a sphincter opened up underneath them and the first stomach squeezed them through a tight tube, soon depositing them inside of the second stomach, the gizzard.

Chapter 3: The Gizzard


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Within only two minutes of their arrival, the gizzard began churning, happy to finally have 16 victims to digest. As the acid began to enter the gizzard, the bird decided that she wanted an evening meal. So she went to a riverbank and caught and swallowed three fish. She didn't let them linger in her crop for more than the time it took to swallow the group of them, and enjoyed the few minutes they flopped and squirmed inside of her proventriculus before they finally died from lack of air. Now, with the fish dead, she rested her head on her gizzard, listening to the sounds of the creatures as they entered the most intensive phase of her digestive system.

The acid really began to pour in now, and the contractions began soon as well, squeezing harder than the first stomach had. The father squirrel was squeezed so hard that his leg popped out of its socket and nearly broke off. Now he was in excruciating pain but he still continued to fight, tears streaming from his eyes from the searing pain in his leg and the burns all over his body. His member soon began to blister away, causing agony as well.

The females and the lizards, who had, respectively, vaginae and cloacae, were not long immune to the pain that their male mammalian counterparts suffered. The female mammals had their labias burned and the acid began to eat away at their pussies, slowly burning into the inside. The vents of the lizards were sizzled open as the acid level increased, now starting to burn up into their rectums, kidneys, and genital openings. And the acid kept pouring into the gizzard, increasing their agony.

The bird rubbed her stomach, helping to soak the acid into her prey as she rubbed the wriggling lumps. ERRRRRRRRRRRRRUP! She emitted a very loud and noisy belch. This shook her prey inside the gizzard and made them very nauseous. The mother mouse passed out from the foul smell; her mate desperately tried to revive her as she began to sink under the rising acid.

The father squirrel was the first to succumb to the gizzard. His eyes had been digested out and the acid had burned into his brain, quickly killing him. His mate had been by his side as he breathed his last. She too soon perished, her body being crushed by the other scampering critters as she had sobbed and hugged her mate's body. One of the squirrel children, being pushed down against the acid by another frantic critter, threw a punch. She had though that it was another of the children of the other creatures. However, she soon learned with horror that she had killed her own sister, having broken her neck. She sobbed and cried, hugging her dead sibling's body and was soon crushed to death by the other creatures.

The other critters succumbed one by one. One of the mouse children and a lizard climbed atop the dead bodies, making their way to the top of the gizzard. They struggled to remain steady as the gizzard contracted many times. They knew that they had to get out of the gizzard, and fast, as the acid was soon going to fill the whole organ. The two were able to pry open the sphincter at the top and were going to make a desperate attempt to crawl back through to the proventriculus. However, at that moment, the proventriculus, having digested the fish some, sent the four fish down into the gizzard.

The lizard was knocked down into the acid. His lower half was pinned down and slowly the acid away at his digestive system and kidneys and reproductive system, burning away totally at his cloaca. He suffered a slow death. The mouse child, meanwhile, was pinned down by the body of a fish. He kept struggling to stay above the acid, getting it into his mouth and nose. However, unlike with water, the acid burned at his lungs and stomach, soon burning open the stomach by raising his acid level too high and spilling out into his body.

As the lizard and mouse breathed their last, the last things they heard were loud gurgles, churns, sloshes, and sizzles from the gizzard as it digested them as well as their own bones snapping from the contracting of the gizzard. Then the two went still and never moved again. All of the prey were now dead.

The bird emitted a loud and noisy belch and gave her gurgling stomach a great pat. It was such a good meal, 20 critters, all struggling and helpless, but meeting the same fate as all of her past meals. The bird yawned and lay down her head. She thought it best that she took a nice long nap while she digested this huge meal. As she fell asleep, her gizzard set to work separating the meat from the bones and other indigestibles.


Chapter 4: Pellets

RRRRGH! URRRGH! GURGGGLE! GLORRRRB! The bird woke up from her nap. The sun had set some hours ago and the stars were out. Her gizzard was still growling and processing her large meal of fish, lizard, bunny, squirrel, and mouse. She had never had such a filling meal before and enjoyed every bit of it, the taste of the food, the struggles of the prey as they tried to avoid digestion in her innards, the pleasure to her cloaca as she used their struggles to pleasure herself, and, of course, a nice full and happy gizzard. BURRRRRRAPPP! She emitted a loud and smelly belch, one mixed with the odor of chyme, and digested fur and meat. She patted her belly, feeling it still sloshing around the meat inside. BRRRRRRP! More of her meal repeated on her. BRRRRRUP! BRRRP!

As the belches kept coming, she quickly realized that it was nearly time for the first stage of fertilizer releasing: pellets. She hastily dug up a hole she had made in a circle around the plant. It had originally been about seven feet deep but now was reduced to a foot and a half that wasn't dirt, the rest being filled with pellets and their contents as well as urates and feces. She could see that the roots of the plant were now breaking through and pulling apart the skull of a hummingbird that she'd upchucked a few days previously. The bones were made much more brittle after going through her digestive tract. She suspected that after her body was complete with her processing of her most recent meal and her cloaca had done its work, that the hole would be full and she'd need to make a new one. No matter, right now she needed to be ready for the arrival of the pellets.

BRRRRRUP! BRRRRRRUP! More belches. BLLLLLCHHHHHHHH! A pellet was forced up from her gizzard, into her proventriculus, up into her crop, and then out her beak, sending slime, compacted fur, and bones into the hole she had just excavated. It looked like it contained a few lizard bones plus the skull of the daddy squirrel. Several of his teeth were missing, having been knocked out by her rough digestive system, and the gaps were filled with fur of some of the other creatures. She spent only a few seconds admiring her first pellet before she made another BLLLLLCHHH! as another pellet, this one with a fish spine, a lizard skull, some leg bones of a bunny, and a mouse tail. This she deposited next to the first pellet.

As one pellet after another exit her beak, she deposited them in a circular manner, her last one making a complete circle. Usually it took more than one meal to do that, but this had been a big meal after all, one she hoped to have more like it. She stared down at the wasted remains of her prey. All the bones were bleached white by her digestive juices and the fur was so tangled and packed together that it was hard to tell what part belonged to what animal. No matter, they weren't animals anymore, just fertilizer for her faithful plant.

She left the hole open for now. She'd need to wait about 36 hours till the rest of her meals, or at least the parts that weren't used as nutrients, had been traversed through her digestive tract and arrived at her back door, her cloaca. Then she could deal with them. Right now, it being dark and her body still digesting her meal, she decided to go to bed for the night.

Chapter 5: Fertilizer

It was early in the morning, 36 hours later, and the sun had just come out. The bird was asleep. Her stomach, formerly distended and large from her big meal, now was flat again, her meals having traversed her digestive tract. Her gizzard was rumbling again, craving more prey to be digested. However, hunger wasn't her only pressing need.

PHHHHHBT! Gas escaped out of her cloaca. The bird awoke, stretching and yawning. Something had fouled up the air and disturbed her sleep. PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBBBT! An even louder burst of flatulence exited her vent. The bird sighed. She could feel her old meals knocking at her back door, wanting out.

She meandered her way over to her trench, squatting her rear over the hole, lifting her tail feathers out of the way of her gassy cloaca as another PHHHHHBT! exited it. With her cloaca poised over the trench, she sucked in her chest and grunted. Her cloaca began to make vulgar PWICKA sounds as it began to pulsate. Soon, urates shot out with a SPWICK! SPWICK! SPWICK! splattering the ground with white gooey paste. She lacked a bladder and so her waste went into her cloaca, from which she was now excreting the semi-solid mess. Soon, another PHHHHBT! exited her rear and her cloaca began to bulge as brown and orange sludge began to crown out.

Clumps of fecal filth, spotted with urates, exited the vent with a fanfare of farts. There was no way to tell what this had been when it was alive: fish, squirrel, bunny, mouse, or lizard. What was certain was that it was now the undigested leftovers of one of the bird's many meals, now exiting her back door as fertilizer for the plant. The smell of the waste attracted nearby flies. The bird, annoyed, swatted them away with her tail. This offering was meant for the plant, not for them.

More and more waste came out the quivering cloaca, spilling into the hole as an offering to the plant, a sacrifice of living critters given to mother nature to bless the growing of this plant which sheltered her at night and which lured her prey to their dooms. Like her previous meals, this last bit of their remains was casually excreted, with no words commemorating their lives, snuffed out by her hungry appetite, as she buried them in the hole.

SPWICK! SPWICK! PLOP! PLOP! SPWICK! PLOP! Urates and feces exited randomly, splattering and plopping into the hole and adding to the filth of her excreted and upchucked past meals. She had full bowels so it took over five minutes to excrete all the waste in her cloaca and rectum and kidneys into the hole, filling it to the top.

With a final few PLOPS, PWICAs, and SPWICKs, she released the rest of her waste out her vent, then shaking her cloaca to loosen what clung to the orifice, sending it down into the hole. Her wastes emptied, so tenderly took some leaves from the plant and used them to wipe. She figured it wouldn't hurt the plant that much, for she had given it more fertilizer to grow than she took from it for cloaca-wiping. Once down, she threw the stained leaves into the hole and then buried the waste in dirt, which now went above ground level. She didn't think it would be too much of a giveaway that the spot was a graveyard of dead critters, now reduced to fertilizer.

Only about 90 seconds passing after voiding her cloaca, she could scent prey coming again. From the scent of it, a large gathering of chipmunks, about 20 in all. She grinned. It was time to start the process all over again.