(Pokemon pred, vore, disposal)
Well, at least you don't have to worry about swimming your way across the ocean anymore. After all, you have a ride courtesy of the Pelipper, and you'll be going wherever this avian god is going. Sloshed around within the cavernous confines of the pelican Pokemon's bill, you're left to hope that it's keeping you tucked away for reasons other than caching you as a later meal. Pelipper don't just use their bills to store things they mean to eat. Sometimes they even act as transportation for friendly Pokemon!
Now that you're within the cavernous interior of the seabird's pouch , you kind of wonder why anyone would trust a Pelipper to 'store' something they wouldn't want eaten. Its beak is enormous , big enough to house a small Pokemon , true...but all it would take is a single gulp to condemn the prey to is belly, and once the Pelipper has taken flight, diving out and facing a multiple-story fall would be little better than getting eaten. You certainly want out of this mess. You take a brief moment to regain your composure before struggling to climb your way towards the top of the pouch.
That brief moment was all it took for the Pelipper to sore up high, high above the sea, almost surely heading offroute, though you couldn't possibly make out his heading from within the darkness of his beak. Realizing that you won't be able to just scramble out within facing a massive drop, you begin calling out to the Pokemon,. "HEY! HEY! PLEASE. HELP! I'M A HUMAN! YOU GOTTA GET DOWN AND SHOW ME TO SOMEONE. I'M NOT FOOD. HELP!" you cry, your voice echoing within the confines of your prison. Only a murmur reaches the Pelipper's ears,a little vibrating hum clearly coming from within its beak.
The Pelipper offers only a grunt in response. A loud, powerful one that fills the interior of its maw, but an inscrutable grunt all the same. As it grunts, its beak parts just a tad. Enough for you to sea the light. You shout out again and preemptivelly rush forward , climbing your way up the interior of the pouch,managing to make it just high enough to get a peak of the outside of the world. You find yourself momentarily blinded by the sunlight, but quickly manage to get a glimpse of the world below. The Pelipper has already flown offroute,and is now surveying the area over the abandoned Underwater Highway Ruins to the west of route 21. Before you can get a chance at climbing out and throwing yourself into the ocean, the Pelipper quickly jerks his beak upwards and sends you plunging back in, his beak once more clamping together.
Not one to give up, you climb up once more and struggle to pry its beak open, but every attempt you make is thwarted by a chance jerk. Even when you manage to keep from plunging down to the bottom , you simply lack the stable footing or strength to pry the bird's beak open ,and end up achieving little more than annoying it. After one final futile push, you simply allow yourself to fall back and accept whatever fate the Pelipper has to deliver .
After a few minutes of lying within the creature's beak, you feel a lurch of motion, then a biref sensation of weightlessness he's diving down! You cream as you are forced by gravity to join the gigantic bird in its surprisingly swift lunge. Light pours into the Pelipper's beak. Its maw is open once more! Just as you strike down upon the surface of the Pelipper's beak's interior, you are struck by some solid object. The last thing you hear before your body passes out is the roaring of seawater rushing into the Pelipper's maw.
When you come back to, your prison has changed. It is dark, yes, but also incredibly cramped. Groans can be heard all around you. You are wet from head to toe. In fact, your entire lower body is submerged. The air smells more heavily of saltwater than ever, but other scents that you can't quite put your finger on linger as well. Could the Pelipper have swallowed you? Are you about to get claimed by its belly?
Perhaps, but not so soon.
As you inspect your surroundings, you realize that you're not surrounded by stomach walls...and you only feel the texture of the Pelipper's beak beneath you. Above you can feel....scales. The wall of scales you touch twitches in response, and a yelp can be heard. It dawns on you what must have happened. The Pelipper must have gorged itself upon a school of small fish. Wishiwashi to be precise. Perhaps if you were in the water and in less complex circumstances, the Wishiwashi could have been a threat,or possibly even a potential ally. But in the current confines of the Pelipper's maw, it is clear that both of you will be assuming a different role entirely. Food.
As you lie there among the pile of fish , you can hear voices ringing out. Human voices. If one could even call them that. You call out for help and attempt to converse with them, but are unable to form any coherent battle plan to make it out of the Pelipper's maw. One foolish soul naively suggests that the Pelipper might merely be delivering you to safety. But if that were the case, why would you be sharing space with a school of fish? No. You are to be food.
You're left to lie there, rocked about by the Pelipper's bobbing midair motions, the air flooded with the scent of fish and seawater and the cries of perhaps half a dozen other human prey. Finally , after perhaps an hour, the Pelipper dives once more, this time landing on a solid surface. You feel a sudden lurch . In one horrifying moment the Pelipper lifts its head up and sucks you and the rest of its meal in, gulping you down when it could have just as easily opened up and let you out. You scream as you're pulled into the deths of its belly along with a phenomenal mass of meat.
Now you really are in its stomach. The groans of human and Wishiwashi alike are joined by the ghoulish groans of the predatory Pokemon's belly. The air smells frightful, and it's painfully cramped. After a while you begin to feel acid waring away at your back, and in a desperate play you manage to pull yourself into a gap between two Wishiwashi. They, too, gradually melt away in the Pokemon's belly. You are left to fend against the other surviving humans to put something between yourself and the acidic walls surrounding you, but ultimately, you are call claimed, wiped out of existence by the Pelipper's notoriously long-lasting digestion process.
At least two weeks later, the Pelipper is once more hunting over the abandoned highway ruins when it feels nature calling. Spotting some sort of yellow platform amid the blue expanse below, he descends down and unloads an impressive long white blob of birdshit upon the ship before ascending up and flying off. Moments later the hatch opens, the youthful form of one Childre Inarabitta gasping at the nasty sight before him. "Ah! Gross, gross, gross!" he complains, agast at the enormous splatter of white upon his vessel.
YOU DIED.
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