Devoured by the Fearow [BAD END]

You feel her talons grip less tightly on you to your surprise, and you are thrilled to have air return within your chest, only to have it gasp back out when she tosses you up. She had kicked her legs up during her flight, releasing you to be thrown into the air in front of her. Having the strong forcing wind blow through your fur instead of being compacted to **** by talons, the nice sensation ends once you are faced with a large, open maw leaking copious strands of drool from the spread beak. In the split second that you had been thrown, the long tan-colored beak quickly snaps you up, stopping you from falling to your **** as it happily accepts your shuddering small body.

The Fearow herself being as big as she is, her beak sports a large tunnel to snap up prey of any height like your own quite effortlessly. Most of your body has already been consumed within her ravenous mouth, leaving your arms and legs to dangle out the sides of her beak. You cough out when that large and fat tongue of hers looms over and strides across your entire face and back. The saliva oozes slowly in large portions, pouring against your fur and sticking it together in big slimy heavy clumps that never seem to stop drenching you. You couldn't believe that this was the end, and that your quest would actually land you right here, as bird fodder.

There and then do you start to feel the rumbling of the walls of her mouth, hearing a murring noise of content delight. The Fearow at least seems to really like what she was tasting. You didn't know whether it was an insult or a twisted compliment. Kicking your legs as the only action you appear to be able to make at this point, you only manage to shuffle around on top of her wet, cushioning tongue, giving her much more wanted pleasure and flavor of your furry hide. The tongue curls around you, hugging you tightly into a fixed, laid out position. The massive tentacle wriggles and begins to pump up and down your body in a spring-like coil, squishing its tasting mass around your drenched form for the best extent of flavor and texture of you. You can gag and whine out in distressing defeat all you want from the pools of saliva washing over you, you're muffled each time the tongue smooshes itself up on your head and face just to reinforce what you are to her. The thick tendril unravels your tuckered body at last, letting you lay upon it to bathe in your own loss. The Fearow gulps down, sending your body to suck inward all the way and leaves you to hit face first against a slick fleshy wall that opens to take you in her esophagus.

You squeeze within the dark humid tunnel, whimpering out as the sphincter slurps you down. You were downed so easily and quickly without anyone even noticing.

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The Fearow licks its beaked lips, murring out in pleasure from such a pungent morsel. A round bulge protrudes out of her long feathered neck as a Lucario wobbles and squirms for freedom in its travel down her craned neck, passing her breasted chest and emerging inside the stomach, giving the bird a nice, round belly for his body to boil inside. She screeches once more, her gut jiggling up and down from the flapping of her wings along with her prey's useless struggles. She dives down to fill the rest of her steaming stomach, catching up to three soldiers off guard at different moments and snaps her beak shut each one each time over them. The Pokemon trapped inside cry out and wriggle for escape, although, wet licks and heavy swallows answer their pleas, sending them right down to join the Lucario who by now has finally surrendered to the truth of his existence. The Fearow caws out and dives back down to aid her infected companions.

And for the city of Redeemer's Grotto, the presence of the Fearow have many guards and citizens fleeing, but are quickly captured and eaten by the ferals who wait by the exits, fixing the remaining survivors in the middle of town surrounded, and soon to be devoured with the rest of their citizens.

The Infection Continues to Plague the World