Jeremy's Meal

Chapter 1: Jeremy and Mrs. Brisby

Mrs. Brisby was a mouse on a mission. Her late husband Jonathan Briby had died, killed by a cat, and she was looking for a bird called the Great Owl so that he could help her find a way to save her home, and, by extension, her ill son Timmy. She was with a crow named Jeremy. He was clumsy and also single, looking for Mrs. Right. He was also very hungry, though Mrs. Brisby didn't know that.....yet.

"How much further to the Great Owl?" Mrs. Brisby asked.
"How the heck should I know? I've never seen him before."
"Then how do you know if we're going the right way?"
"I asked around."

"Then how do you not know how far it is?"
"I think we might be getting closer."
"How much closer?"
"I'm not sure. I'd guess five minutes."
"You didn't know just a minute ago."
"I'm still guessing, based on what I've heard. I don't know for sure."

"Good, then I can finally get help for Timmy."
Jeremy felt bad that he wasn't going to help Mrs. Brisby at all, only himself. The mouse was really tasty-looking and he planned to swallow her whole, since he didn't have any teeth to chew anyway. With her in his gizzard, there would be no saving of Timmy by her. The crow planned to lead her to a secluded place where there would be no witnesses. After all, knocking off the widow of Jonathan Brisby would be highly frowned upon. RGGGGGGH! His gizzard growled. It would only have to wait a little longer.

Chapter 2: Jeremy Swallows a Mouse

The two arrived at the secluded spot Jeremy was aiming for. "We're here." he said.
"This seems an odd place for the Great Owl."
"Well, he doesn't like to be bothered."
"I hope we're not bothering him right now."
"Well, it's important, after all."
"Yes, it most certainly is."

"Where is he?"
"Up in that tree."
"That really tall one?"
"Yes."

After Jeremy took Mrs. Brisby up to the tree, where he carried her up on his back, she remarked "I don't see the great owl. In fact, you're the only bird here that I see at all."
"He's around here somewhere, trust me." Jeremy lied. He had only to get the mouse to turn her back and then had could grab her.

Once she turned her back to look, he pounced, pinning her down.
"Hey, what gives!" she snapped.
"I'm hungry."
"You wouldn't dare."
"I'm hungry, so I will."

The crow opened his beak and began to push the mouse in, headfirst.
"No, don't!" she cried.
Jeremy ignored her and continued to push her in.

"You monster!" she shouted.
"Sorry, I'm hungry."

His tongue brushed against her face, lapping at it. She tried to pull herself backward and out of his mouth, but his tongue pushed her slowly two millimeters forward for every millimeter she pushed herself back. She continued to struggle for the next several minutes, but the crow was proving dominant. His tongue was flicking across her face and neck, slobbering it in saliva. She could feel the sticky goo dripping from her face. After half an hour, half of the mouse was now inside his beak. Mrs. Brisby was tiring, but still she struggled, for she couldn't be swallowed, or else she wouldn't be able to save Timmy.

Jeremy didn't care if took several hours to finally get her down into his crop. In fact, the longer it took, the more amusing the whole process was. He enjoyed her futile struggles, as well as her flavor, which he'd been sampling for half an hour as he sucked on her as he slowly moved her further into his beak. With half of the mouse into his beak, he moved the tip of his tongue around the folds of her clothes until it made contact with her vaginal slit. With a slow and wet poke, he pushed his way into her pussy, making her sigh involuntarily. While he kept his prodding at her slit, he continued to suck on her, as well as slowly edge her into his beak. He didn't stop his probing of her vagina even after she'd orgasmed the first time, but kept it up until she had done it ten times, enjoying the feeling of her sex clenching around his tongue. "Jeremy, you pervert!" Mrs. Brisby snapped. "What, can't I have a little fun?" "Go to hell!" "Too warm there. I wouldn't like it."

As he raped her pussy with his tongue for the eleventh time, he slowly eased her forward, moving her head toward the back of his throat. "No, Jeremy, don't!" "But I'm hungry." "Don't swallow!" "Nummy noms." He slowly moved her into his throat. Her legs tried to grip around his tongue, but she couldn't hold still due to the tip probing her vagina. He had had her in his mouth for about two hours when he finally decided to swallow. He tilted his head back. "No!" "Bye bye mousey!" he said, before downing her with a powerful GULLLLLLLP! She went down his throat, making a bulge. She struggled all the way down, but it did her no good. She finally came to rest inside his crop. EERRRRRRAPPPP! Jeremy emitted a belch, which shook Mrs. Brisby. "Delicious!"

Chapter 3: Jeremy Digests a Mouse

"Help me!" Mrs. Brisby cried. While she was safe, for now, in the crow's crop, she knew that, sooner or later, she'd end up in his stomachs and be digested.
"I'm afraid you're just bird food now."

"I don't want to be food."
"Well, my stomachs like food and they think you're food."
"Tell them I'm not!"
"I'm afraid they won't listen."
"Get me out of here! I'm not food!"
"Speaking of food, I could use a lot more. I'm going to need a lot of berries to mask the scent after I shit out what's left of you. Can't risk anyone finding you."

"Get me out of here! Get this mess off of me!" the mouse shouted.
"ERRRRRRRRRRUPPPPPP!" Jeremy belched, the sound reverberating all around Mrs. Brisby as air came up from the stomachs below and made its way out the beak way above. "Yuck, so gross!" the mouse gagged, feeling nauseous. "ERRRRRRRUPPPPP!" the crow belched again, making Mrs. Brisby vomit this time. "Pardon me. My system loves a good meal." Mrs. Brisby knew that he was doing it on purpose but could do nothing to stop him. He tried tickling his crop to make him throw up. It didn't work. She tried biting his crop. That didn't work either, for her teeth were nowhere near sharp enough.

The crow flew to some berry plants and began to hungrily devour them, stuffing his beak as full as he could. As he swallowed each mouthful, Mrs. Brisby was splattered by the chewed up mess inside of his crop. After eating these berries, the crow flew around, eating various types until his crop was nearly filled up. "I think it's time to send you to the first stomach." "No, don't." The crow ignored her and she was squeezed down through a tube and into her proventriculus. With his crop empty again, Jeremy ate yet more berries, to make sure that, when he defecated, that the smell would be masked. Mrs. Brisby struggled worse than than ever. Soon, acid came in, burning her. Jeremy had an idea what to do about her struggles.

The crow moved his squirming distended belly against his cloaca. His cloaca was his exit, for urine, feces, as well as sperm. Mrs. Brisby's struggles caused his belly to rub against his vent, sending repeated waves of pleasure across it. "What are you doing?" "Pleasuring myself." the crow replied. "Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh!" he moaned. He ran his finger along his vent to further increase his pleasure. "Ohhhh, yes!" he moaned as the rubbing intensified. After three minutes of this, he was nearing climax. He moved his stomach out of the way in time, so as not to get it sticky, and cummed onto the ground, moaning loudly as he ejaculated.

Mrs. Bribsy could hear him moaning and knew what he was doing outside of his body. "You bastard, using my struggles to jerk off!"
"Technically it's rubbing off, not jerking off, as I have a cloaca and no dick."

RGGGGGG! GROGGG! GROOOSH! GLORB! His proventriculus growled as it coated the trapped mouse in digestive juices. "It burns!" she screamed. "I'm afraid it's only going to get worse the more you get digested." "Make it stop!" "I'm afraid I can't."

After she'd been in the proventriculus for three hours, more berries that Jeremy had eaten, and which had filled up his crop, entered the proventriculus. Now, Mrs. Brisby was surrounded by berries, and had little room to move. "Very cramped in here!" "Be thankful that's not all acid." "Why are you such a jerk?" "It comes from being single all these years."

She languished in the porventriculus for several hours. Her fur was all burned off and her skin was covered in blistering welts when suddenly the floor of the proventriculus opened up and she was squeezed downward and was soon deposited into the gizzard.
RGGGGGH! GLORB! GURRRRGLE! The gizzard wasted no time before beginning to process her. "Help me!" she shrieked. "Sorry, a little busy." the crow replied, once more moving his cloaca against the struggling bulge in his distended belly. This time, not only did he let the bulge rub against his vent, but he poked at it as well with one of his feathery wings, while he rubbed the wiggling bulge with the other. "Oooh! This feels sooooooo good!" he sighed. While Jeremy was experiencing increased pleasure, as well as soaking his fur in cum, which he licked up, meaning that the spooge would, sooner or later, reach Mrs. Brisby, the mouse was experiencing increased pain. The contractions of the gizzard began to push her bones out of joint. The acid was now eating into her muscles, making her twitch involuntarily. Her eyes and nose were severely blistered and she was slowly being blinded as the acid burned at her eyes. She tried to shield her eyes with her hands, but that just led to her hands being horrible burnt and the acid eating into them.

Her condition grew worse and worse. Her bones were now protruding out at odd angles and she was slowly bleeding out. Her eyes were blinded now by the acid, as she was too weak now to shield them with her ruined hands. She still pleaded for help, even knowing that if Jeremy spat her out now, she'd likely die from infection. Still, she wanted out. But Jeremy just sat there, gently massaging his bulging gut. Over the next two hours, he felt her struggles lessen. Finally, he felt her stop moving as she succumbed to the digestion. Now, he just had to digest her and wait for nature to take its course.

Chapter 4: Jeremy Excretes a Mouse

Jeremy awoke several hours later. His gizzard was gurgling loudly. His belly was still distended, though the lump was a bit smaller. Also, as he pressed against the lump of his now dead meal, the contents felt much softer rather than solid. ERRRRRRRRP! A loud belch escaped his beak. The smell was of digesting mouse. Soon, he felt something coming up his throat and it wasn't a belch. BLLLLCHHHHHH! He had spat up the mouse's clothes. She certainly wouldn't need them anymore! An idea formed in his head of what he could do with them. He tore at loose threads on her clothing, slowly pulling them apart until all that remained was a large pile of string. This was what he'd been looking for. Now he could go find Mrs. Right and have a nice romantic evening.

He soon did find a crow who was interested in him and his string, who would be his mate. As he pressed his cloaca against hers, he looked forward to a great night. The following day, he and his new mate set about building a nest with the string that had once been Mrs. Brisby's clothing. Around evening, his wife wanted him to #### her again, but he had a very pressing need. "I will dear, but first my cloaca has to do some less romantic duties, if you know what I mean." he said. "Ok, just be back as soon as you can, and perform like you did last night."

The crow flew up to a tree of a decent height. There were a crevice in part of it that should be just the right fit for a latrine. He stuck his cloaca over this hole. Here would be a good place to dispose of the late Mrs. Brisby without anyone being likely to ever find her and even less likely to tie him to her death. He raised his tail feathers out of the way of his vent, so that they wouldn't be soiled while shitting. PHHHHHHBT! Gas burst out of his cloaca. "Pu!" he gagged. PHHHHBT! PHHHHBT! PHHHHHBT! Mrs. Brisby had certainly done a number on his digestive system. The sooner he got her out, the better!

SPLORT! SPLORT! SPLORT! Uric acid shot out of his vent hole like batter onto a pan. Some of it was white, due to the urates, but it was also blue, red, and purple, due to the berries he'd consumed only being partially digested. SPLORT! SPLORT! SPLORT! More urates shot out. This with mixed with not only the partially digested fruit but also clumps of mouse fur. PWICA! PWICA! PWICA! Feces began to crown out of his cloacal hole. Inside of the waste were a few bones.

Jeremy loved the feeling of the bones coming out his cloaca. He'd had meat before but Mrs. Brisby had been his first time of having live meat. Due to how pleasurable the whole experience had been, he was certain he'd be having lots of live prey in the future. He pressed his talons. against his vent, pleasuring himself from one side while more bones and fur pressed against the cloacal lip from the other. He knew this would get his talons dirty, but he didn't mind. He could wash them later before he ####ed Mrs. Right. PHHHHHBT! PHHHT! More gas exited his cloaca, followed by more urates, which splattered out white, blue, and red goo, the result of urates mixing with undigested berries.

The crow sighed as he felt more bones and fur tickle and poke at his vent lips as they passed out of his cloaca and into the tree. He continued to pleasure his cloaca with one of his wings. "Why didn't I eat prey alive before now? This feels sooooo good!" he sighed as he continued to vacate his cloaca. PWICA! PWICA! SPLORT! SQUICK! PWICA! PWICA! SPLORT! Urates and feces continued to exit out his vent. Bones, fur, and teeth came out of his cloaca and fell into the hole. He was sighing deeply now.

He suddenly felt something large pressing against his vent. It had to be the skull. As he pushed hard, grunting with an "UNNNNH! UHHHHH! UNNNNNNNNNH! UHHHHHHH! UNNNNNNNH! UNNNNNH!" his cloaca was greatly pleasured. This, coupled with the fingering of his vent from the outside, meant that by the time he got her skull out of his cloaca, that it was followed by urates, tons of feces, as well as a large burst of semen as he cummed hard. He slowly emptied out the rest of the mouse's remains, leave quite a mess of urates, feces, partially digested berries, bones, fur, and teeth lying in the tree cavity. The smell wasn't that strong, despite his large dump. He grabbed a few leaves and used it to wipe the mess his excretion had left on his cloaca. These leaves would cover the evidence, making it harder to find.

He flew off. eager for more lovemaking. Perhaps after a night of ####ing, he and Mrs. Right could go eat her children the next day. At least that way Mrs. Brisby would be able to be with her family.