Expensive bird shit
(Gull pred, pet prey, soft vore, digestion, disposal)
Zero was bolting around the tall grass near the white dunes outside his owner’s beach house. Again the little retriever had managed to slip through the fence and escape towards adventure. The little dog loved everything about his new surroundings. All of it was so much better than the pet store he had spent basically his entire short life in. The wind blowing through his short fur and making his ears flop about, the sand under his paws as he finally entered the beach and the vastness of the ocean. Finally he had enough water to splash and play around in without having to compete for it. All of this was his to explore and enjoy.
 
Everything seemed so exciting yet peaceful at the same time. On occasion Zero chased after some birds that were swimming close to shore or just standing in the tall grass further up the beach. Maybe he would even be able to hunt his first prey! The dog was a bundle of energy as he thrashed along the beach, sand flying up behind him. And maybe that was exactly the property one very large bird had been seeking.
With a sudden thud, something heavy and warm landed right on his back, forcing the retriever snout first into the sand and causing him to tumble, throwing off whatever had impacted him. He only saw swirling brown sand and a few flashes of shiny black and white feathers before he was grabbed by his collar and pulled up. Whatever got him, it was big and powerful, as he soon found out when he was shaken about violently. Everything turned into a blurry for a second before he was tossed into the air and felt gravity ceasing around him. He turned around, falling back down now and all he could see was that his blurry vision turned darker and redder every tenth of a second. Time seemed to stop as he smelled hot acrid air for a blink of an eye before he fell into a firm, wet chute.
Suddenly, everything surrounding his face turned hot and slimy. The air he breathed was reeking of digested fish and something very warm and firm was pressing against his neck. He still had no idea what had happened, where he was or why everything felt so confusing. But the puppy instinctively knew that he was being eaten alive and reacted accordingly. The dog kicked with all his inexperienced, questionable might, desperate to stop the process which he felt would lead to a very unpleasant end to his young life.
 
The gull was working hard to wolf down his meal. Ever since people had started settling along the beach he had been much better off with food and this catch was the pinnacle of his greed. He had started out with hamsters and soon worked his way up to kittens and rabbits as he rapidly grew. This was his attempt to graduate to devouring a whole dog. The weight of his massive prey along with the violent struggles pulled his head down. Even keeping his footing was hard with a meal this reluctant, but he was already working his beak around the pet’s shoulders, which meant he was only going to leave his body via the scenic route through his digestive tract.
He let the dog tire itself out for a little, allowing it to touch the ground with struggling legs even as he recouped some of his strength. Then the bird shook his head again, thrashing the fight out of his meal for a second. From then on it was basically like a squirmy furry fish. He quickly lifted his head up, skillfully balancing the disoriented dog to keep it vertically settled in his throat as he gulped like never before. Bit by little bit, he felt his gullet widen, crop expanding and pet descending, closer to his insatiable avian stomach. Half of the rich nutrients of the dog were going to waste, literally, since his avian nature required him to stay lightweight. Only the most valuable and easily obtained nutrients were going to feed him, while a lot of the dog was simply going to end up as a big white splat. But so had countless fish, smaller birds, ducklings, crabs, the odd rodent, both pet and savage as well as one very unlucky cat shark pup. So why not this dog?
 
Zero came to again, but he had no idea where he was. He resumed to struggle but the only thing that changed in this foreign environment was that he was descending even quicker all of a sudden. For some reason, his head was the lowest part of his body and while an overpowering terror kept him struggling. He could not help but shiver and let out a defeated whine as some firm slimy ring of flesh scraped the drool off his body as he entered a soft meaty pouch. The liquids surrounding him now were much nastier than the slime from before. They burned him when he touched them, especially on his nose and in his eyes. And they were everywhere in this oppressively hot place. Then something squeezed around his lower body. More of him entered the tight warmth engulfing him. Eventually the firm thing which had been on his neck a second ago was pushing against his big soft paw pads and sent him all the way inside.
 
The bird was almost done. A strong sensation of predatory delight and an equal amount of pride were spreading in his chest as the massive bulge in his crop spilled down into his eager stomach, where all those tasty pets belonged. He felt the dog’s head pressing against the bottom of his stomach, reaching the tiny little valve all of him was soon going to pass through. Well, the bit that was not ending up in a fat glob of bleached hair at least. After his fourth cat the gull had learned to dry those hair balls in the sun and use them to improve his own nest. This dog would make a proper cushion soon. Driven on by his natural greed the bird swallowed relentlessly, forcing his stomach to expand and accept the canine meal entirely. In the end he was victorious, his hunger claiming another step in the food chain as his first ever canine was reluctantly settling in for digestion. Very reluctantly, truth be told, but what would it matter in five minutes once the pup will have suffocated?
 
Zero squirmed around, terrified by the heat, crampedness and the burning sensations of the place he was in. Soon his skin started to tingle all over. First his ears and on his paws, then all over his back and belly. The sensation engulfed him as much as the bird’s digestive juices that caused them and soon it turned into outright burning. But as the pain started to reach intolerable levels, the lack of fresh air showed him some mercy and let the puppy fall asleep a final time. This allowed his predator to waddle off the beach into the cover of the grass to rest and digest him.
 
Once the bird was nice and stationary, his stomach went into overdrive, trying to get the encumbered predator airborne again as soon as possible. Naturally this meant, the gull needed to soften, melt, process and shit out that dog sooner rather than later. The gull soon fell into a deep content slumber as his body did the best it could in order to process his meal.
Inside of his belly that meant that his muscular stomach walls rubbed firmly over the canine prey, soon scooping bleaching fur off softening skin. It only took minutes before the first layers of flesh were exposed to the digestive juices, which were among the most acrid in the whole animal kingdom. Combined with the rapid blood flow and high temperatures of an avian metabolism, the gull was digesting the pet dog at an impressive rate.
Before he even woke up, a lot of the little canine had already melted, causing his belly to shrink some as increasing amounts of muscle, skin and part of the canine’s entrails were just some runny liquid flowing along the gull’s short intestines.
At some point the bird woke up, driven from his nest by the need to release some of the former pet which was currently a warm smooth liquid flooding his colon. He lazily turned away from his improvised nest and released a single long gush of what he had reduced the beloved pet to. Most of him at least. There still was a lot of work for his stomach left. At least he was light enough to fly now.
 
 
Mark had returned from his failed attempt to find his pet. He had asked the neighbours and looked along the beach road. With a sigh he turned off the engine of his car, when a loud thud scared him. He looked up, seeing his windshield coated in a thick splat of bird shit. By now he recognized gull waste when he saw it and cursed.
“I should have stayed in the city, bloody pigeons have nothing on these flying rats.”
He then turned on the wipers and the water jets, trying to get the nasty mess off his windshield lest it should dry and become even more annoying to clean off. Then another sound caught his attention, a high pitched screeching as metal scraped over glass. His jaw dropped when he recognised his lost dog’s brass tag, stuck under one of the wipers.