(Pokemon pred, stomping, vore, disposal
One look at that avian predator is enough to let you know that you are no match for it. Unevolved or not, Pidgey is no ordinary bird ,though even a non-pokemon bird would be a formidable opponent at your scale. Clocking in at a foot in height , weighing in at four pounds, and possessing a bulkier build than the average bird, it is more of a small-ish bird of prey than it is a songbird. While it is less than a third the height of a Pidgeotto, it is more than 4 times your own height, easily faster than you, and no doubt a more formidable combatant. Approaching it would be suicide, and there's no way the stick would be a sufficient tool to repel it. Instead, you opt to flee.
You quickly turn tail and run back towards the nearest human building, hoping that the Pidgey wouldn't dare get so close to a human settlement. You might even be able to take refuge behind the trashcan from earlier. The nearest house isn't too far away... in fact, it spans much of your field of vision to the south. If you can just get close enough....
The sound of rustling leaves and the whooshing of air that soon follows quickly quash that hope. This Pidgey is willing to put in a bit of effort for its meals! You turn your head to see the Pidgey diving straight towards you, talons barred. But you're just a little bit away from the nearest house ! If you can just make it a little closer, you could probably find cover! In what little time you have to move, you continue your sprint towards the building. The Pidgey will have to decide whether it'll be able to divebomb you without splattering itself against the house's wall.
The Pidgey quickly adjusts its dive and comes to a booming landing right behind you., squawking noisily at its quarry. You might have averted the initial dive, but as you turn around you find yourself face to face with an avian predator with talons large enough to snag you and a beak large enough to seize your body and send you into the feathered beast's belly. The Pidgey looks down at you, a certain level of smugness in its expression . It tilts its head, waiting for you to make a move. You attempt to reason with the character, backing away towards the house in the process. The Pidgey simply hops forward, drawing closer with each hop. While you're not capable of reading minds, especially those of a creature like this, you can only imagine your words are having little impact.
You break into a mad dash for the building, a squawk roaring out from behind you. Before you can make much headway the Pidgey flaps both of its wings forward with immense force, sending you hurtling through the air, straight towards your intended destination. You smash into the wall with a sickening crunch and fall to the ground below, your back broken from the impact. You lie there dazed from the impact, horrifying THWUMPs echoing with increasing intensity as the victorious bird comes to claim its grub.
As it draws near, in your pained and stunned state it dawns on you that the Pidgey had just used an attacking move on you. One of the most basic in its arsenal: Gust. You crawl away from the creature slowly, clawing against the grass blade around you. The Pokemon had actually decided to wield an attacking move against a lowly bite-sized human. In your tiny state, you really were never match for ordinary humans or animals....but in a world full of godlike giant creatures that wield such awesome power, why did you think you could survive?
The pidgey leaps forward again with a louder THWUMP.
You take some small pride in knowing that you put up enough of a struggle to force the Pidgey to use one of its strongest abilities to take you down, only to realize that your conqueror is nothing but a lowly fodder bird. Well, now you're the one about to be made fodder.
With another hop, the Pidgey is upon you. It hops forward, one of its talons smashing down over your tiny form. It squawks before seizing both of its talons around your body and flying away from the house. The world fades into a horrifying blur, your gut lurching as you zip away from the safety of the ground and WHOOOOSH up into the air, talons gripping around you so firmly that you can barely breathe. Worst of all, you can't even struggle to break free, for a fall at this height may well kill you. Before you can determine whether your shrunken body can survive the fall, you catch a glimpse of the ground beneath you drawing closer and closer
KTHOOOOM. The Pidgey smashes down onto a patch of soil, further breaking your already broken body. It looses its hold on you and flicks you forward, sending you tumbling onto your back. All you can do is lie there and groan in pain as the Pidgey approaches. It lifts its talon up and slams it onto your chest, cruelly scraping at your body with its impressive claws. It flips you over and proceeds to smash its talon upon the back of your head and mash your face into the dirt, perhaps just to add insult to injury. The gigantic bird squaaawks and flaps its wings as it lords itself over you. You feel a pain in your lower half as it uses its left talon to pin you down, then proceeds to playfully squeeze around your head and upper body with the right. You reach forward and grip at the dirt in a futile attempt to inch your way forward, but alas, you make no progress. It's over. You're not escaping from this one in one piece.
The Pidgey hops off of you and nudges at your body with its beak, testing your ability to flee. No dice. Your body is too worn out from its cruel games to budge. The Pidgey nods before clamping its beak around your right foot and flinging you into the air, your body flipping as it nears its apex. The Pidgey leaps up, beak open wide, ready to claim you for a meal. You get one last glimpse of the gigantic bird nearing you before its beak seals shut around you.
You are quickly brought down into the Pidgey's crop. Its dark down hear. The air smells....wrong. The flesh walls around you are squishy and gross, but also tough enough to deny you any chance of harming the creature. You expect to feel the sting of acid at any moment ,but find that the confines of the crop are relatively benign. Soon you are joined by a few berries and nuts, causing the confines of the crop to grow tighter than ever before. Eventually, though, you are pushed out of the crop and into the bird's gizzard. Soon you feel a scraping sensation all over your body, mixed with the burning pain of its stomach acid. Soon enough, mercifully, your body passes out for the last time.
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The Pidgey stands atop her favorite branch, surveying the route around her, she spots a helpless worm to prey on. Not the most filling of meals, but a meal is a meal. She swiftly lands before it and devours it with nary a hint of resistance from the prey, not too different from the tiny she devoured earlier. Sensing more feeding opportunities, she spends a good fifteen minutes foraging for crumbs and worms before leaping into the air and soaring northward, deciding to survey the area. Perhaps she ought to expand her hunting grounds.
As she soars northward, she feels nature calling. With only a little coaxing of her cloaca, she sends down a small torrent of her waste onto the ground below, a few small kernels of brown nestled among a stream of white. The dropping splatters onto the dirt path below. Hours later, a strong wind blows some of the dirt of the path over the little white stain, camoflouging it well enough for one of the Institute's aids to splatter it under his foot to splatter it as he makes his way back to Pallet Town.
YOU DIED.
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