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Who has not seen the youtube clip of a pelican eating a live pigeon? This is my (very) short story about the event.
The pigeon incident
(vore)
The pelican was more than a little annoyed to find the area around the city park’s pond crowded with people. She did not really care about the people themselves but the horrible noise they were making caused the fish in the pond to stay down at the bottom and out of her reach. The only alternative to the pond was the nearby river, industrial waste included, and it was not safe to say that the sounds of passing ships did not have adverse effects on the fish there.
This misery had been going on for a week now and the painful grumbling of her empty belly was by now just as common to her as the human noises. The only ones who had a really good time now were the blasted pigeons. The flying rats were having as feast, as long as the good weather lasted and the humans littered the park with their weird packaged food.
After a particularly painful cramp in her stomach, the pelican decided to merge her envy with her creativity. There were pigeons everywhere and as long they guessed that the humans would keep providing them with food, they would not shy away even if one of the humans did almost step on them. She on the other hand was a lot smaller than a human and after a small test, the pelican found out that the noisy grey birds around her could not care less about her presence.
The pelican decided to give those annoyances a taste and see if they could not at least have one useful aspect to them. Randomly, she picked one of the pigeons to participate in the experiment by being devoured by her.
She walked up behind the unsuspecting pigeon, one of the fat light grey variant, and opened her beak. Then she lowered her head and scooped up the pigeon from behind. Its head and torso sank right into the leathery sack of her beak, while the surprisingly strong wings of her prey were sticking out of her beak to both sides.
Her prey put up the fight of its life, more literally than it liked to, and thus achieved one thing: it wriggled around enough to cause it to fall deeper into the pelican’s beak, allowing the wings to slip in there as well. From the outside it was clearly visible that something struggled around inside the pelican’s pouch. When the predatory bird positioned itself right against the sunlight, the shadow of the terrified prey could be seen by the nearby humans, some of which already recording the event with their phones.
The filthy bird she was in the process of eating tasted horrible, but still it was made out of meat and that was all she could care for at this point. All she had to do now was to swallow the thing down. Her experience with similarly sized fish suggested that lifting up her head would simply let the prey wriggle its way down into her stomach. But as soon as she put that theory to the test, the pelican found out that the dry bird would get stuck at the entrance of her throat instead of slipping past it.
While waddling towards the pond, she tried again and again, only managing to get some loose feathers to drift out of her beak but nothing substantial. She was forced to resort to the last trick at her disposal, which was to wash the wretched thing down her gullet with a good helping of water from the pond.
If it had been a fish wriggling around for dear life inside of her pouch, she would try to avoid having to use this tactic for fears of accidentally releasing her meal. The pigeon however was a different story. It would not get any advantages from being submerged in water again. So the pelican opened her beak wide and dipped it into the pond, filling her pouch brim full with fresh, cool water.
This time around, lifting her head caused not only several litres of water to spill all around her, it also managed to flush down the pigeon, causing a wide, very actively moving bulge to slide along her otherwise slim neck. The generous helping of water along with a great efforts from her swallowing muscles ultimately resulted in that bulge merging with her chest, which resulted in manifold exclamations of astonishment from the pelican’s human audience.
Very slowly, the flying rat was moved through her torso until it was finally forced into her stomach. Once that had happened, the pelican sat down for a few minutes to catch her breath after those exertions and let her meal settle down in its new home. Also, she had to cough up a few stray feathers which had come loose during her meal. Once the pelican felt, that the struggling bundle of meat deep inside of her would not get any comfier and the humans put away their phones, she unfurled her wings and took off in order to go to a quieter place, where she could get some sleep and digest the frightened creature inside of her belly.
During the flight, her stomach bulged out with the rhythm of her wings, making her wonder what it would feel like for her passenger. She passed over a few busy roads and at some point landed in a large garden, noticing that the movement in her middle had ceased. The elderly person owning it had long since accepted the pelican as a guest and given up on trying to keep fish in the small pond in the centre of the garden.
After a small drink from the pond, the pelican walked into the shade provided by a nearby bush, right next to the water and sat down to sleep. She needed a minute to position herself in a comfortable way due to her distended stomach. After accomplishing that she quickly fell asleep, not to a small part due to the lullaby sung to her by her busy stomach.
The pigeon incident
(vore)
The pelican was more than a little annoyed to find the area around the city park’s pond crowded with people. She did not really care about the people themselves but the horrible noise they were making caused the fish in the pond to stay down at the bottom and out of her reach. The only alternative to the pond was the nearby river, industrial waste included, and it was not safe to say that the sounds of passing ships did not have adverse effects on the fish there.
This misery had been going on for a week now and the painful grumbling of her empty belly was by now just as common to her as the human noises. The only ones who had a really good time now were the blasted pigeons. The flying rats were having as feast, as long as the good weather lasted and the humans littered the park with their weird packaged food.
After a particularly painful cramp in her stomach, the pelican decided to merge her envy with her creativity. There were pigeons everywhere and as long they guessed that the humans would keep providing them with food, they would not shy away even if one of the humans did almost step on them. She on the other hand was a lot smaller than a human and after a small test, the pelican found out that the noisy grey birds around her could not care less about her presence.
The pelican decided to give those annoyances a taste and see if they could not at least have one useful aspect to them. Randomly, she picked one of the pigeons to participate in the experiment by being devoured by her.
She walked up behind the unsuspecting pigeon, one of the fat light grey variant, and opened her beak. Then she lowered her head and scooped up the pigeon from behind. Its head and torso sank right into the leathery sack of her beak, while the surprisingly strong wings of her prey were sticking out of her beak to both sides.
Her prey put up the fight of its life, more literally than it liked to, and thus achieved one thing: it wriggled around enough to cause it to fall deeper into the pelican’s beak, allowing the wings to slip in there as well. From the outside it was clearly visible that something struggled around inside the pelican’s pouch. When the predatory bird positioned itself right against the sunlight, the shadow of the terrified prey could be seen by the nearby humans, some of which already recording the event with their phones.
The filthy bird she was in the process of eating tasted horrible, but still it was made out of meat and that was all she could care for at this point. All she had to do now was to swallow the thing down. Her experience with similarly sized fish suggested that lifting up her head would simply let the prey wriggle its way down into her stomach. But as soon as she put that theory to the test, the pelican found out that the dry bird would get stuck at the entrance of her throat instead of slipping past it.
While waddling towards the pond, she tried again and again, only managing to get some loose feathers to drift out of her beak but nothing substantial. She was forced to resort to the last trick at her disposal, which was to wash the wretched thing down her gullet with a good helping of water from the pond.
If it had been a fish wriggling around for dear life inside of her pouch, she would try to avoid having to use this tactic for fears of accidentally releasing her meal. The pigeon however was a different story. It would not get any advantages from being submerged in water again. So the pelican opened her beak wide and dipped it into the pond, filling her pouch brim full with fresh, cool water.
This time around, lifting her head caused not only several litres of water to spill all around her, it also managed to flush down the pigeon, causing a wide, very actively moving bulge to slide along her otherwise slim neck. The generous helping of water along with a great efforts from her swallowing muscles ultimately resulted in that bulge merging with her chest, which resulted in manifold exclamations of astonishment from the pelican’s human audience.
Very slowly, the flying rat was moved through her torso until it was finally forced into her stomach. Once that had happened, the pelican sat down for a few minutes to catch her breath after those exertions and let her meal settle down in its new home. Also, she had to cough up a few stray feathers which had come loose during her meal. Once the pelican felt, that the struggling bundle of meat deep inside of her would not get any comfier and the humans put away their phones, she unfurled her wings and took off in order to go to a quieter place, where she could get some sleep and digest the frightened creature inside of her belly.
During the flight, her stomach bulged out with the rhythm of her wings, making her wonder what it would feel like for her passenger. She passed over a few busy roads and at some point landed in a large garden, noticing that the movement in her middle had ceased. The elderly person owning it had long since accepted the pelican as a guest and given up on trying to keep fish in the small pond in the centre of the garden.
After a small drink from the pond, the pelican walked into the shade provided by a nearby bush, right next to the water and sat down to sleep. She needed a minute to position herself in a comfortable way due to her distended stomach. After accomplishing that she quickly fell asleep, not to a small part due to the lullaby sung to her by her busy stomach.
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Ah, finally a story based on the famous video. Pigeons eating fellow birds though is not solely based on situations created by the human environment though. I recall a nature film where a 'gang' of larger pelicans invade the island rookery of a smaller fish-eating birds, and begin gobbling up the nestlings, with the adults being powerless to stop them. Besides a very easy meal, this also would eliminate some of the competition for the local fish population.
This story was a bit shorter than I would have liked. You might want to add a little more detail. Like most purely carnivorous birds, the indigestible remains of the pigeon would remain in the stomach as the digestible chime siphons off into the intestines. The detritus of feathers and bones would be lightly compressed into a gastric pellet and orally ejected. On the other hand, if a large omnivorous bird like an ostrich swallowed a smaller bird, all of the remains would experience a 'one way trip' after being ground up and worn away into small fragments in the muscular gizzard.
Noticed one small typo: having AS feast -having a feast. Some of the paragraphs do not seem to have a uniform spacing as well.
Thanks for sharing!
This story was a bit shorter than I would have liked. You might want to add a little more detail. Like most purely carnivorous birds, the indigestible remains of the pigeon would remain in the stomach as the digestible chime siphons off into the intestines. The detritus of feathers and bones would be lightly compressed into a gastric pellet and orally ejected. On the other hand, if a large omnivorous bird like an ostrich swallowed a smaller bird, all of the remains would experience a 'one way trip' after being ground up and worn away into small fragments in the muscular gizzard.
Noticed one small typo: having AS feast -having a feast. Some of the paragraphs do not seem to have a uniform spacing as well.
Thanks for sharing!
I do the weird paragraph spacing in order to make them more notable when reading the story in the description box.
This one really is a bit too short but at some point my imagination left me and I did not want to repeat my everyday digestion depiction.
It will return in the next story though once I find more motivation.
This one really was just "I want to write stuff but not use much time for it" thats how it landed in scraps.
I really value your honest criticism and keep in mind what you mentioned when I use birds again.
This one really is a bit too short but at some point my imagination left me and I did not want to repeat my everyday digestion depiction.
It will return in the next story though once I find more motivation.
This one really was just "I want to write stuff but not use much time for it" thats how it landed in scraps.
I really value your honest criticism and keep in mind what you mentioned when I use birds again.
Spoiler alert!
One of the things that I like about the story is the details put into it. Some vore stories can be from A to B, like imminent action; however, this story slowly develops into the action and also gives you a reason of why the following is going to happen. For example:
"...The only alternative to the pond was the nearby river, industrial waste included, and it was not safe to say that the sounds of passing ships did not have adverse effects on the fish there..."
The pelican's options were limited. If you read the story, you will understand what I mean. The bird was not pleased at all, and with wat I copied above, you will understand that she was in a wall-to-wall situation. It was either starve, or... So, what I mean is that the story is not just that two birds met and one ate another one, but there is reason of why behind it. I honestly like stories that even have a small idea behind them. Not just for the vore, but to add detail and a bit of background to the story itself.
One of the things that I like about the story is the details put into it. Some vore stories can be from A to B, like imminent action; however, this story slowly develops into the action and also gives you a reason of why the following is going to happen. For example:
"...The only alternative to the pond was the nearby river, industrial waste included, and it was not safe to say that the sounds of passing ships did not have adverse effects on the fish there..."
The pelican's options were limited. If you read the story, you will understand what I mean. The bird was not pleased at all, and with wat I copied above, you will understand that she was in a wall-to-wall situation. It was either starve, or... So, what I mean is that the story is not just that two birds met and one ate another one, but there is reason of why behind it. I honestly like stories that even have a small idea behind them. Not just for the vore, but to add detail and a bit of background to the story itself.
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