A massive, hungry eagle encounters a detachment of British troops in this RP session with Petar the Peaheron, and the obvious ensues.

Private Winston was a part of a detachment of red coats in the forest. The team he was attached to was 15 men strong and were tasked with scouting the area for enemies. He and 2 other musketeers patrolled around the camp to secure the perimeter. With their eyes on the bushes and tall grass, the men payed little attention to the sky or tree tops.
Prince soared above the forest on great pinions, eighty feet across, surveying the ground below for prey. The great raptor was ravenous, his empty gut aching for food to feed his massive, streamlined body. The treetops below waved and shook with the downdraft of his passage, bending from the force of his wings. Ahead, he spotted a thin clearing with a string of smoke rising into the air. A sure sign of the little hairless creatures he has sometimes encountered in the past. With no fur, horns or claws, they slid down the eagle’s throat as easily as fish and dolphins do!
A large shadow ran over the 4 soldiers, who all quickly looked up to see what it was. The source of the shadow escaped out of view, the tall trees got in the way.
“Get back to patrolling, it was just a bird.” The lieutenant said, and they went back to marching.
“Yeah, it was nothing.” Winston replied.
There it was, prey spotted! Prince felt a rush of excitement well through him, already drooling at the thought of a coming feast. He banked, throwing himself into a wide swooping turn, looking a bit like a commercial airliner as he adjusted course back towards his dinner!
Winston saw the shadow fly over him again. He looked up to see a massive eagle fly above him and disappear behind the canopy. He turned to his comrades to see their reaction, but they were under the shade of a dense spit in the canopy.
“Guys! Did you see that!? It was a huge bird!” The men looked up and saw nothing. They turned their attention back to the patrolling.
Prince flexed his talons, looking for an opportunity to strike, but the troublesome foliage was too dense here for him to land. Perhaps he could snap some of the trees with his talons to get at the juicy prey concealed beneath.
The soldiers marched forward while Winston stayed behind and kept his eyes on the sky, keeping a lookout for that large bird. He pulled the lock all the way back and had his gun at the ready. Meanwhile, the rest of his patrol came back into the light.
As the humans entered a sparser area of the forest, Prince saw his chance. Angling downward, he began to gain speed, talons outstretched beneath him, approaching silently on gliding wings from behind. His eyes locked on two of the men, targeting them, getting closer, and still closer. The men never knew what hit them.
The men felt a brush if air hit them from behind; but before they could turn around and react, giant yellow talons stamped them into the ground. The force of the landing knocked the third soldier onto the ground and the gun out of his hand. Winston heard a struggle going behind him, ran to catch up with the patrol.
Prince slobbered greedily, relishing the satisfying feeling of struggling prey in his grasp. He raised his talon to his mouth, stuffing a man in up to the waist. His screams were muffled as the raptor’s beak glommed down onto him. Prince raised his head, drooling at the taste of the prey on his tongue. With two snaps of his beak he got the prey in entirely, and swallowed hard with a toss of his head, bolting the man down as fast as he could. A bulge slipped slowly down the length of his feathered neck with a distinct ‘ulch’ of flesh squishing in on flesh, pressing his feathers out slightly as the hunk of meat trapped inside was forced more deeply inward. It was a wonderful feeling, even as the lump in his gullet slowed, feeling wondrously tight entombed in his neck, distending it outwards with the shape of his body. He may have eaten this one too quickly; the dry clothes the man wore proved to be difficult to gulp down, having not been thoroughly wetted in eagle spit before being swallowed. To rectify this, Prince swallowed once, twice, and once more, neck undulating slightly with each swallow to get him the rest of the way down. He hummed in blissful satisfaction as the prey slipped comfortably into his crop.
The human was eaten in front of his two companions to their horror. The other human trapped under the massive talons reached out to grab his gun, so he could fight the beast back. When his hand felt the butt of the gun, he grabbed it and pulled it towards him. Being pinned belly to the ground made aiming hard, so he aimed the gun in Prince’s general direction and haphazardly pulled the trigger. There was no explosion. The force of the blow must have knocked the powder out of the gun. In a desperate attempt to escape, he dropped the gun in a way to make it land in front of him and attempted to take the bayonet off. The one, untapped human sat up, ignoring the grass and dirt covering his uniform. Suddenly, he felt a drop of liquid fall on him. It was eagle drool, and it got everywhere. Seeing his ally fail to fire his musket, he grabbed his own, which was right to next to him. He grabbed it, but it was also covered in eagle drool, which made it slippery. The soldier aimed the gun and pulled the trigger, but his gun didn’t ignite either. Quickly, he checked the powder in his gun and saw that the drool soaked the powder, rendering it useless. Not wanting to risk his life in a bayonet charge, he started to turn around to find a place to reload.
Prince saw the man fumbling to reload his weapon and snatched him up in his beak, not giving the human a change to use it against him. He gave this man the same treatment as his companion, chomping him down with two gloms of his beak. From outside there was nothing left of him other than two legs wiggling to their side of the eagle’s hooked, drooling bill, and a slight distention at the crook of the raptorial neck from the weight of living meat lying there, poised just above the edge of the eagle’s ravening throat. Feeling the man in his talon fumbling with his weapon, Prince moved the thumb of his talon and squeezed, feeling a satisfying snap as the prey’s arm yielded to his grip. The man dropped his weapon. The he refocused his attention on his meal. This time the eagle gave his prey a cursory slurp with his tongue before swallowing, soaking him in saliva so he’d gulp down more easily. The man had a delicious flavour, Prince could taste the sweet, salt of the man’s sweat, and the heady aroma of his fear, the rich taste of blood. He could feel very wiggle against his slick tongue, even the tremble of his heartbeat through his shirt. The sensation filled him with an overwhelming urge to ram him down his gullet. Blissfully he gave into instinct, tossing his head and neck skyward and gulping hard. His neck convulsed powerfully, driving the long lump of his prey urgently down his neck. In profile, his silhouette briefly showed a bulge in the sleek curve of his neck feathers, as the prey was squelched down his throat. With impending urgency (for the eagle was very much aware of the danger that the other humans posed), he swallowed again, jerking his head to help get the man the rest of the way down his crop. He cooed in pleasure, feeling a bit of the ravening hunger that churned within him fulfil itself a little bit, as his crop stretched to take in its latest occupant.
Prince would really prefer to swallow his prey without their protective clothing, but he had neither the time, nor the patience now. As it was he had wolfed down the first two men in the period of about ten seconds. The third man was injured and didn’t seem to be struggling too much. Prince lifted him up, grabbing him feet first and then tossed his head upwards. Having already swallowed two humans, this one proved to be easier. After landing on his tongue with a wet splat, the raptor simply raised his head, loosened the muscles in his throat and closed his beak as the man slid inside, bulging his feathers as he went. Without any effort, the prey was already waist deep in the raptor’s throat. Immediately, the eagle swallowed, once, twice, three times, gently, eyes closed in pleasure at the feeling of a hunk of living food slowly slrking and snaking its way down his throat, before squeezing satisfyingly into his crop. Along with the two others, he could feel them wriggling in there, a wonderous sensation indeed, but not one he could enjoy at the moment, at least until he’d eaten or killed the rest of the humans, eliminating the risk of being shot.
Winston arrived at the scene of battle too late, none of his companions were left. Only a satisfied eagle was left. He could see three guns laying on the ground, which must have belonged to his allies who were now somewhere inside the eagle’s giant body. In anger, Winston screamed and aimed his gun at Prince’s head. With a quick pull of the trigger, a loud explosion sounded, and smoke filled the air. Unfortunately, his shot basically missed the eagle; it only grazed the top of its head.
Hearing the crack of a gunshot, and feeling something brush the feathers of his head, Prince refocused his vision on the source of the sound, seeing a fourth man standing there. The human was a little too far to reach with a single snap of his beak or talons. Still somewhat in a predatory stupor, his actions were largely driven by predatory instincts at this point. He licked his chops with a wet 'slrk', beak dripping with greedy anticipation, and lunged forward awkwardly (for he was not too nimble on his feet compared to in the air), hoping to grab the human in his beak.
Seeing the eagle advance towards him, Winston assumes a defensive position with his musket and charges. He shouted as anger made him blind to the fear that he should be feeling. Meanwhile, back at camp, the other 11 soldiers heard the gunshot, and assumed that meant trouble. The officer called them all to action.
Prince chuffed in amusement at the human's charge.
"My dinner approaches!"
If he hadn't been armed, the eagle would've presented an open gullet for his prey to charge right into! As it was though, he decided simply to pin the pathetic morsel down with a well-placed swipe of his talons. With his other talon he picked up Winston's gun, bending it like a toothpick placed between a thumb and two fingers. Then he picked up the man by the ankle, lifting him upside down into the air, and lowering his head slightly to bring him to eye level.
"Did you really think you could kill me?" he asked cruelly, imparting a withering gaze with his golden eyes.
For a moment, Winston was just incredibly shocked that the eagle could speak. But after seeing the intelligence in his eyes, he decided to try to talk back.
“You monster! You godless beast! You will be slain for the human life you took today!”
He then tried to reach out to punch the eagle, but none of his swings were close enough to make contact.
Prince chuckled darkly, taking an almost sick pleasure in his prey's temper tantrum.
"You have a distorted version of events" he said, pausing to belch some of the swallowed air from his last prey, and blowing the gust of air in the human’s face. A spray of spittle dribbled on his prey as he spoke.
“I envision pushing you down my gullet just like the others.”
Winston coughed the moment he smelled Prince’s belchy breath. After a small coughing fit, he was still foolish enough to reply to the eagle’s taunts.
“You overgrown turkey! How dare you attempt to eat men! Know your place, demon!”
“You humans are good at insults. It’s a shame that talent comes with a predisposition for anthropogenic bias. With objectivity, it is obvious that I, not you, am the apex predator” Prince observed, cocking his head to view his dinner from a more comfortable angle.
“You are an abomination! A spawn of satan!”
Winston hadn’t gotten used to Prince’s breath, but he had gotten over his vertigo and tried to punch the beak of the giant eagle. His hits did very little harm. Meanwhile, the humans in Prince’s crop climbed over each other to re-orientate themselves in a more comfortable position.
"Oh, I'm horrible for sure, sadistic even, at times...but I think you exaggerate" Prince said, unruffled by the human's remarks.
Feeling his food squish about within himself, he straightened his neck and gave his head a sideways shake, back and forth, to reposition the prey he'd already eaten to a more comfortable out bulging. Then he lifted the human closer to his mouth, treating him to a long, slow, teasing lick, slurping his tongue roughly over his sweet little face.
Grossed out by the eagle’s humid mouth, Winston tried to swing himself away from the menacing beak. But the eagle was still able to make him get closer to the dark, hot cave.
“Put me back down on the ground, and the Lord may grant the King the forgiveness to spare you!”
"I need no forgiveness from your king" Prince said with a scoff. "Were he stood before me I would eat him without hesitation!"
“When my companions get here, they’ll kill you and cut out the men you consumed!”
Desperate, Winston tried to kick his legs free of the Eagle’s grip. He didn’t care if the fall killed him, he wasn’t going to please this bird.
Prince felt a rush of glee flow through him at the realization that there were more men.
"I hope they try!" he enthused, encircling Winston entirely in his talon, pinning his arms to the side. Then he moved his head even closer, speaking in a low, sultry voice, beak just inches from his prey's face.
"As much as I've enjoyed our little conversation, I'm sure I'd enjoy swallowing them one by one while you watch even more!"
Winston cried for help, which was just barley heard by the rest of his troop. Under the command of their officer, they were ordered into 2 ranks and approached the calls for ready for battle.
"Ah, the hunt begins" Prince hummed happily.
He could now hear the steady sound of the human approach. Not wanting to endure a full barrage of musket fire, he took to the air (prey still held captive within his grasp) and flew high, and then higher, up out of range of their tiny weapons.
"Lower your guns, or I'll drop him!" he bellowed threateningly.
Ignoring the Eagle’s demands and his soldier’s safety, the officer ordered the first line men to fire. At that altitude and range, the balls barley pinched the Eagle’s skin. For the most part, they just bounced off the eagle. Winston screamed in fear of the speed and height.
Prince chuffed in annoyance that they'd called his bluff...he'd much rather swallow Winston than splatter him across the ground. Still, if they discharged their weapons as this range, his plan would work. A minute would be all he needed.
Not knowing how to deal with an airborne advisory, the officer let the formation of his troops loosen a little while he ordered his men to fire and reload. After a second, the men who had fired were halfway done with reloading. With the idea of having consecutive fire, the officer ordered the second line of men to fire. This volley had a very similar effect to the last volley.
As a second volley of bullets pinged off his feathers, Prince realized he'd need more time than the efficient British Army would give him to make a successful attack at this distance. A plan began to formulate in his mind, and he spiralled higher, riding updrafts to gain altitude with minimal effort. Carefully he scanned the landscape below, looking for a lake or river. After a moment he spotted what he was looking for.
Eventually, the eagle was too high for the soldiers too keep shooting at. Spreading out some, they kept their eyes on the eagle and tried to tail him. They kept their eyes on the sky on their hands on their guns.
“What are you trying to do you loony bird!?” Winston cried.
"You'll see" Prince said, grinning wickedly as he began to descend rapidly, homing in on a lake that to him was a short distance away, but would take the humans hours to get to.
Landing beside the water, he began swallowing gallons and gallons of it, drinking until he couldn't hold anymore, before finally scooping one more beak-full and then laboriously returning to the air, wings burning from the effort of carrying several tons more weight, flying low over the trees back towards his adversaries. As he approached, he came in a gentle curve, moving towards the men indirectly before abruptly turning and descending towards them such that his approach lined up with the sun, taking advantage of a ground based 'blind spot.’
The humans inside Prince’s crop were bounced around by the sudden turns Prince made in flight. They got used to it, but they couldn’t get used to the water that eventually started filling up the tight space. Once the crop was full, they subsequently drowned. The humans on the outside didn’t see Prince make his approach, so they couldn’t prepare to fire.
The troop, surprised by the eagle's tactics were slow to react to his dive. As Prince approached there were one or two disparate musket shots as some of the more quick-witted men realized what was befalling them. With so little time to aim they just grazed the eagle's legs and wings. Prince flared his wings, feeling vaguely sick as he disgorged his cargo, spraying a torrential gush of water from his beak, soaking his adversaries and their powder in one go and leaving an inch of standing water over the soggy clearing (which was instantaneously converted to mud). Tossing Winston to the side for a moment to refocus his attention on the feast at hand, he turned his eyes on his prey.
The officer, astounded that an animal could do such a feat, paused for a moment to think. After a total of 3 seconds, he drew his sword, lifted it on high and shouted “charge!” His men were spread out, which made them easier targets to pick out. But for some reason the officer didn’t take this into account. Winston, laid on the ground, feeling dazed after being thrown on the ground.
Prince saw the men begin to draw weapons around him and acted quickly in turn. Three men approached him first, swords drawn. The closest he engulfed in his beak, stuffing himself down on the standing man, before lifting his head and clacking his jaws forward twice, swallowing hard. The motion was fast and violent, and the man had no time to defend himself other than whacking his sword harmlessly on the eagle's beak, before the jaws crunched down on him, forcing him to drop his weapon. Even as the first man was still travelling down his throat (evidenced by an obvious lump passing beneath golden-brown feathers), he grabbed the second in his beak, bolting him down as fast as he could and swallowing fast and greedily.
‘ulk...ulk-urlk-ulork!’
The two felt wonderfully tight pressing down his gullet. The third made it to him as he was still trying to swallow the first two, and there were two more behind him. The men were advancing more quickly than he could gulp them down, forcing him to impale a few of them on his talons, simply to give him time to swallow without getting skewered himself!
Winston sat next to a tree, to stunned to do anything useful to aid his allies. He could only watch as his friends struggled like fish to the sadistic eagle. The humans who were now inside Prince struggled with all their might, but their feeble attempts only let him know how far down his throat they were. The office did his best to command his troops, but things were getting hectic.
Prince grinned evilly, the legs of a man jutting past each side of his beak and swallowed. He could feel the squirms and struggles of the man as he writhed his way down his gullet. It was wonderful feeling the little hunk of meat squeeze its way further down his neck with each gulp. Driven into a gluttonous stupor, he had swallowed many men now and could feel them filling his crop, writhing as it pressed them ever tighter with each added occupant. They would stay alive for a while, swallowed whole and largely unharmed. There were only a few men left now, and their commander, although the eagle was beginning to feel rather full. His neck and crop feathers were distended slightly from the food pressed inside. Despite this, the greedy workings of his predatory brain encouraged him to feed to his content. Bracing himself, he prepared for the humans' next attack.
The last few humans regrouped and prepared to charge. The commander drew his own sword to aid in the charge. He also pulled out a flintlock pistol from under his coat, where it was protected from the water barrage.
“Charge, men! Charge!”
A mass of humans came running towards the eagle while Winston struggled to get to his feet.
Prince was surprised by how quickly the humans advanced, doubtlessly driven by anger over their fallen comrades. Such a coordinated attack would potentially pose a threat to the eagle. Realizing this, Prince switched his mind from feeding...to killing. Wings spread wide and razor-sharp talons flashed towards his enemies.
The gust of wind that came from Prince’s wings knocked all the men down, including Winston. Most of the men held onto their weapons, but the commander had his pistol knocked out of his hand when he landed on the ground. Before anybody could get up, Prince was upon them.
The humans' fragile bodies broke easily as the eagle tore through them, swallowing some and crushing others in his talons, fighting in a blind rage now that he felt threatened. Stepping over the broken bodies of his enemies, he grabbed the commander in his talons, encircling him, pinning his arms and bringing him close to his mouth.
"You should learn your place, little morsel" he said dangerously.
"You act as if this earth is yours alone, with disregard for other life. You will not subject me to the same treatment."
“Put me down! Please, I’m sorry that we attacked you! I should have left you alone! Just please, put me down!”
The commander started to cry, fearing that his life was over. Winston saw this and was completely demoralized by the sight. He started limping away, leaving any survivors behind. He hoped the eagle wouldn’t notice him.
"Stay, if you know what's good for you" Prince said to Winston, hearing him leave the scene. His gaze remained focused on the commander.
"Why should I spare you? You command your men to die but are unwilling to do the same?"
“I didn’t know you were so powerful. We thought that you would be easy to take down! I’m sorry for trying to hurt you!”
Winston kept stepping away, thinking (well, hoping) that that comment was directed at his commander and not him.
"Take another step and I'll swallow you down in little chunks, from the inside first!" Prince commanded, voice taking a darkly threatening tone.
Turning back to the commander, he gazed deeply into the human's tiny eyes.
"Your endless expansion into my territory must stop. Return to your king and tell him of what happened here" he said, dropping the commander roughly to the ground. Then he returned his attention back to Winston.
Winston stopped in his tracks and turned around, very slowly. In front of him, the massive eagle stared right at him with voracious eyes. His own eyes, however were focused on the Eagle’s bulging crop, which wiggled a bit. The live prey inside were probably making it move.
The eagle took two steps towards the lone soldier.
"I was quite enjoying our little conversation before they interrupted us" he said, gesturing towards his full crop with a wing and pausing to wipe blood off his beak.
"Unfortunately, I shall have to hold off on my plan to eat you, until my belly has time to digest your compatriots. They've made a rather overfilling meal for me. Quite satisfying."
“Yo-you. You ate them! Like they were animals! They were human being! With families!” Winston falls to his knees in defeat. He had lost the strength to run away.
"Oh, I can assure you...take away a man's clothes and he is no different from an animal" Prince said, shrugging off the human's concerns nonchalantly.
“But us humans have morals and-and feelings! We’re supposed to have dominion over the Earth!” Winston looked away from the eagle, not able to handle his glare.
"What gives you the right to claim dominion over the planet?" Prince asked incredulously, before pausing to hack up a red uniform. It spilled out on the groud with a wet slop, tinted pink now that the eagle's gut had washed out some of the dye.
"Uggh, speaking of clothing, I wish I'd had time to remove theirs. There is no way to savor your food when forced to eat them so quickly."
Said food was still very much alive, however he could feel some of the ones he'd swallowed earlier slipping deeper. Already his innards were gurgling audibly as rapid avian digestion began to take place.
Winston screamed at the sight of his friend’s uniform. He kicked it away and crawled away from it. He looked back at the eagle to reply.
“God did! The creator of all life on Earth! Maybe even the creator of you! But I suspect the devil made you!”
"Hmmph. An amusing story you tell yourself to back up your own superiority. Perhaps your god put you here, as food for me."
“No! That’s impossible! He died for our sins, not yours!” His sight went back to the Eagle’s crop, which he noticed was getting smaller, and less active.
"Well, perhaps you will get to meet him" Prince said, with a sinister chuckle. "For now, however, I will save you for later."
“What are you going to do to me!?” Winston cowers even more, fearing what will happen next.
"Well, it will be some time before I hunger again. It is time for me to return to the mountains. Your kind will continue to hunt me from now on. On the way, I'm sure I'll need a snack."
Winston gulped, knowing deep down that the snack would be him. He tried to formulate more words but ended up bursting into tears. His life was over.
Prince cocked his head to the side, perhaps feeling a tiny shred of guilt (at least now that his ravenous hunger has been satisfied).
Winston just laid on the ground, crying. Expecting those strong talons to wrap around him again.
"I'll be gentle with you" Prince said finally, lowering his head to the ground and lavishing a warm, wet lick onto the human. He wasn't really sure how to deal with an emotional response such as this, not that it really mattered. Finally, he decided simply to pick the human up and carry him off, beginning his flight northward.
For the near entirety of the flight, the human remained completely silent. Prince’s gut, on the other hand, did not. From where he was, Winston could hear the raptor’s digestive system work on destroying the bodies of the people he used to call friends
As the eagle flew, digestion fuelled his wings, hurtling him with great speed through the sky. The energy flowed as the many bodies within the raptor's gut slipped one by one from his crop into his belly, churning in digestive juices, kneaded over and over again until their faint wriggles went still, before being pushed into the oblivion beyond, converted into nutrients to feed the eagle's magnificent form.
Eventually, the screams fell silent; and all that was left was gurgling and churning. Winston looked up at where he assumed his allies used to be. From this close up, he could see the finer details of the Eagle’s plumage. He thought about how those people were going to be a part of those feathers
As Prince flew, the comfortable, warm weight of his former prey moved within him. It was a satisfying feeling, giving him energy and strength. It has been a bloody, and altogether too quick experience swallowing his prey down. As the familiar emptiness of hunger began to reassert itself, he began to think of the tiny human clutched in his talons. He thought of the way he'd slowly savor the little morsel, truly enjoy his prey to the fullest before the swallow. He drooled at the thought.
Winston thought about what a lot of people thought about before they die. About all the things he’d never get to experience, all the regrets he had, the people he’d leave behind, etc. and he was almost certain the eagle was thinking about cruel ways to do him in. He thought about struggling, but even if he did break free, a fall from this height would kill him.
Eventually, Prince landed on a misty, craggy mountain top. It was a perfect place to eat his prey in peace. There was nowhere to go.
Winston saw that they were about to land and braced himself. This time, he wasn’t roughed up nearly as much. When the landing was over, he looked up at the eagle, expecting him to start a dialogue.
Prince bent his neck downwards again, bringing his jaws to the human's level. His eyes shone with an evil glare.
"I rarely give my prey much choice when I eat them, however in the interest of enjoying you to the fullest, I shall let you decide: would you prefer me to swallow you head, or feet first?"
“Why would you be so cruel as to give that decision to me? I would rather be set free!”
Winston was hungry and had very little strength at the moment. But food was the least of his worries. He was certain the eagle would start to chow down on him any second now
"Oh, I'm sure you would" Prince said wickedly, pausing to slurp his tongue greedily over the human's shoulders. "Unfortunately, though, I'm hungry and you're food. I'd much rather eat you than go hungry."
“Then just do whatever it is you need to do!” Winston turned away from the eagle, hoping that not seeing what was about to happen would make it less traumatic.
The eagle mulled this response for a moment, and then grinned evilly, slorking his tongue up Winston's back.
"mmhh' he moaned softly, drooling beak held directly over the human's head such that the raptor's thick slobber dripped into his hair and clothes.
"You are delicious, little morsel. I suppose I shall swallow you head first."
Winston squeezed his eye shut, expecting the clap of the beak wrap around him any moment now. And he was completely powerless to stop what was about to happen.
Prince opened his beak wide above his prey, treating him to a view of his gaping maw and gullet before his jaws came down. He wanted to prolong his feeding however, so instead of greedily stuffing his prey down his throat with fast, ravenous bone crunching chomps of his bill, he simply pushed himself gently down onto the human. He closed his eyes in ecstasy, revelling in the taste of his meal as he gently closed his jaws, the sharp tip of his bill coming together just between the human's legs. Drooling around his food, he slurped and suckled greedily, slipping his tongue beneath the human's belly, and tasting him thoroughly, soaking him in thick viscous slime and slobber as he rolled him about his mouth on his tongue, thoroughly enjoying this feeding to its fullest.
Winston closed his eyes and cringed at the smell that protrude from the massive eagle’s beak. He felt disgusted, grossed out. The eagle’s saliva mixed with his sweat, leaving him feeling dirty. He could also, vaguely feel his cloths coming off. He tried to say something, a plea for his life, but he couldn’t think of anything. He just let the eagle have its way with him
Prince clacked his jaws forewards, once, then a second time, tossing his prey roughly the rest of the way inside. He closed his beak, enjoying the warm weight of the man resting on his tongue. Gently he slurped at his belly, arms and legs, licking teasingly and revelling in the prey's sweet, salty taste.
“Why? Why are you doing this to me?” The feeble human asked, sounding incredibly weak. He felt so small and weightless as the eagle picked him up in its beak. He felt powerless and humiliated. Feelings that no man should have.
A deep chuckle wafted its way from within the dark recesses of the eagle's throat. Then Prince lowered his beak, opening to let the human slip out onto the ground in a puddle so he could speak unencumbered by the food in his mouth.
"I do this because I am hungry...and bored. You are food, and fun to play with" he said simply.
Then, he picked the human up by the feet and swung his jaws upward, tossing him in the air, before catching him in his beak feet first. He raised his head skyward, as if to swallow, loosening the muscles in his gullet to allow his prey to slide in up to his waist, before spilling him out onto the ground once again. He repeated this a few times, sometimes head first, other times feet first, drooling and grinning at the plight of the man who had wished his death. Finally, he could pause a moment just to relish this final moment before commencing his feeding!
Winston wanted to say something, but the only thing to come out his mouth was a yelp as he was swung into the air. He landed in the moist confines of the Eagle’s beak, hardly able to move. He reached a hand out to try to grab hold of the edge of Prince’s beak, but he was too weak to get a good grip, never mind pull himself up.
"Come on little one...squirm!" Prince said biting down a bit of put some pressure on the meal pinned in his jaws. The words sounded a little muffled from the man stuffed in his mouth.
“Why? There’s no point in trying, I won’t escape!” Winston kicked the eagle’s tongue, frustrated at the eagle’s comment.
"hmmmm" Prince hummed happily, pushing Winston roughly against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. He could feel the man's warms still grasping for the edges of his beak, just holding himself out of the put pf a hungry avian gullet, so he swished his tongue forward, pulling the arms inside before sealing his beak shut around his prey.
As Winston felt himself go deeper into the eagle, he also noticed the world get darker. And in moment, there was only a sliver of light coming through. ‘This is it’, Winston thought ‘the end of me.’ Any moment, he would feel the eagle swallow him completely.
Prince savoured the feeling of a live meal perched on the edge of his throat for a moment, before the sensation awoke an instinctual urge to feed. No longer interested in teasing his prey any further, he switched the gears of his mind to feeding. He raised his head. Slowly, he pressed upwards with his tongue, using it to squeeze the man inwards against his palate with a wet squish of flesh on flesh. He opened his throat, feathers in the crook of his neck distending slightly as his tongue shoved the hunk of meat into his throat. Closing his eyes, he gulped blissfully, feathers appearing to undulate as his neck muscles convulsed with a squelching 'glk!'
In the blink of an eye, Winston was pulled down into the tight tunnel that was the throat. He didn’t know what it looked like from the outside, he didn’t want to imagine it. He did know, that he felt cramped. There was no wiggle room what so ever. Despite wanting to stay alive, deep down, he wished the eagle had ripped him to shreds.
Prince cooed in pleasure, licking his chops as he felt the man press deeper into his gullet. From the outside a bulge formed in his neck, slipping slowly downwards. His feathers stood up briefly as the lump passed beneath, before smoothing over again. Feeling the lump slow a bit, he swallowed again, hard, to help force the man the rest of the way down his gullet.
Winston’s senses were tuned into the internal affairs of the eagle. From where he was, he could hear the breathing of the massive animal and feel the muscles pushed him further down by squeezing him. Eventually, the tightness of the throat disappeared as he entered the crop.
Prince shivered in ecstasy as he felt his prey slip into his crop, ruffling in satisfaction.
"You were a pleasant snack, little one" he said gloatingly, knowing his prey would be able to hear his voice.
Winston decided to stop pleasing the eagle with his pleas, and instead opted to just let the eagle have its way with him. Besides a few kicks and punches, he remained motionless.
"Hmm, nothing to say?" Prince asked, laughing evilly.
"It's smart of you, I suppose" he continued, pausing to belch.
"You'd be best served to save what little air you've got left...then again, my belly won't be kind to you. Perhaps it'd be better to let asphyxiation take you before then."
Winston cringed in response to what Prince said. He knew he was trying to trick him into getting more enjoyment from him. By now, Winston has decided to feel around that chamber. What he felt haunted him. He could feel the cloths of his former friends. The rest, well, were probably further down.
From the outside, Winston's movements move the feathers of the eagle's lower neck a little bit, pushing them outwards almost imperceptibly as he sloshed around within the tight confines of the avian's tight, dark crop. Already, Prince's body was preparing to digest the man, subconsciously relaxing muscles to allow him to slip further into the dark, slime ridden depths of the raptor's digestive system.
Winston was quickly brought into the next chamber of the eagle’s digestive system. It was just as dark, and just as smelly. But here, there were more things to feel. For starters, he could feel the undigested bones and uniforms of his fellow soldiers, along with a pasty mush that he assumed used to be human flesh. He started to struggle again.
Prince hummed in appreciation, yawning widely as he felt Winston slip down into his stomach. Here the act of digestion would truly begin, walls of flesh kneading its occupant as he is bathed in a caustic solution of slime and digestive juices, churned and massaged mercilessly, again and again to feed the eagle's mighty appetite!
Winston was pushed around all over the stomach, getting tenderized in the chamber. There was still some air left, which Winston used to keep struggling.
“You are truly a cruel beast!”
Winston felt the acids burn at his skin, and the stomach’s movements was rough on him. The whole experience was extremely dehumanizing.
"Perhaps I am" Prince said, voice slightly audible over the gurgles of digestion and the meaty squish of flesh on flesh from the eagle's insides.
"That however, is not for a pathetic creature such as you self to decide."
Winston stopped speaking, but only because he was starting to feel light headed. There was less oxygen in the in the chamber than when he entered. He was still kicking, though, but he didn’t know for how long. His life flashed before his eyes as he realized that this was it, the end of his life
Prince could still feel the human's thrashing deep within him, although it seemed to be getting weaker with each passing minute. The eagle smiled knowing this snack would soon go silent inside him, his entirely.
The human, in the thick of digestion, passed out. There was simply no more air to breath. The human’s body drifted in the soup of acids, enzymes, and unrecognizable human remains.
Feeling his prey move no more, Prince surmised his prey must have met his demise. Atop the misty mountain top, he let loose a raucous cry, announcing to the world that another prey item had been vanquished! Then he spread his wings lazily, before sitting down, thinking of taking a short nap while digesting his prey. With a yawn he settled down for sleep, enjoying the full sensation within him as he drifted off from the world.
Winston’s physical remains were softened up on the stomach and then sent to Prince’s gizzard. There, it was ground up into mush that could pass into Prince’s intestines. All of the humans’ flesh was turned into nourishment or the mighty predator. All of the things the soldiers wore were pushed back into the crop.
The minutes turned into hours as the mighty predator slept, reaping the fruits of his gluttonous feeding. After a while he stood up and hacked up the remains of his meal, neck arched with an audible 'hlork...hlork...hlk..hack!' as he coughed up the remains of the British Army. Below him, a few sodden uniforms and a hapless heap of bones slopped their way onto the ground in a puddle, all that remained of the prey that had met their end within the eagle's ravenous insides.
The humans were either turned into by-product, energy, or far cells along Prince’s body. Based on the success of this meal, it would be likely that more humans will go on the tour Winston and his companions took.
Prince yawned and stretched his wings, feeling satisfied and full.
"I'll have to look for more of those" he thought to himself as he took to the air once more, flying off towards the mountains leaving nothing of his prey behind but a pathetic pile of remains.