MEET THE ANURA
 
by Bitter
 
 
Hello!
 
Please do not be alarmed. I'm a fey, just like you. Or, rather, I used to be. Right now, I'm... what would be a good way to put it? Ex-fey. A fey in the past tense. Dead. Quite thoroughly dead, in fact; you needn't worry. I know what it looks like, and... well, you probably aren't comfortable just taking my word for it, but I promise you my word is all I have to give. This isn't my real spark, and it can't do all the horrible things you've heard about them doing in those campfire stories everyone learns. This is... an imitation, sort of? But a damned good one. This device I'm sitting in? It was set up to watch me wherever I went and synchronize a fake spark with my real one. ... yes, yes I know. It's dark magic. But it's for a good cause, I swear. Yes, I'm aware that they say all dark magic starts with good causes. I've seen real dark magic, and believe me, there wasn't a scrap of goodness in it. I'm sorry, I'm talking too much... but like I said, it's all I can do now.
 
See, I was an adventurer of sorts. I mean, you wouldn't find me tromping about in armor and cutting off dragon heads, but I had, and have, a good mind, and I know how to use it. All it takes to survive is knowledge, see? Nothing can hurt you if you know what counteracts it. And, being a lesser fey like yourself, I always had it in mind to find new ways to survive. So I took it upon myself to learn everything I could, by experience if necessary, and make records and teach other people what I knew. Then life's better for everyone-- except the monsters, of course. That's why I set up this contraption, so when I did eventually meet the stomach that could hold me, it wouldn't be a waste: all my knowledge would survive me, right up to the moment I met my end. Sparksmithing may not be totally right, but I've gone no further than the end I originally intended. This copy of me will continue to do nothing but sit and talk until it can't sense that anyone's around. I'm sorry, but I couldn't figure out how to make it any more interactive than that-- and besides, that would require more of the dark stuff than I was comfortable with. The choice is yours: stay and listen, or go and leave me in silence. I've got all kinds of time. ... still here, eh? Well, I can't say I'm disappointed. So, where should we start? Ah, I think I know what you're interested in... what eventually got the better of me? I think you'll be underwhelmed, but I'll tell nothing but the truth.
 
Far to the east of these mountains, all the way through the valley and over the next range, there's a spot where the land drops down below sea level and catches pretty much all the rain that falls, which is quite a bit since it's near the coast. The region doesn't even have a name; the people in the nearest village just call it the wetlands and avoid it. The mud there is so thick you can stand on it, but only if you keep moving-- if you stop, you start sinking until it's up to your knees, and then you really have to struggle to get your mobility back. If you're not careful, you don't even have to find a monster to get eaten; the swamp'll do it all on its own. But, I was determined to go and see if I could make contact with the reason the lesser fey avoided that area: the fey called Anuras. Unfortunately, there wasn't much that the natives could tell me about the Anuras, other than that... well, they had tongues. Long ones, like a frog's, and used the same way. That was as much help as I could get out of them, besides some freshly-stitched clothing to replace what I'd lost in another unfortunate incident I'll have to relate at another time. Before you get any ideas in your head, it was all completely functional: a long-sleeved tunic in an off-white, some black roughspun pants, and a pair of boots that came up to my calves.
 
Besides the clothes on my back, I also carried a shoulder-slung pack full of all my traveling gear and a nice long wooden rod. I know it seems strange to go into unexplored territory with only a stick, but unlike a bow, a stick will never run out of arrows, and with a good enough snap you can do a lot of damage even without being able to cut things. Doesn't even take much practice to get the hang of. In any case, neither the weapon nor anything in my pack mattered, because I lost everything in the very first strike. I'd hoped to speak with one of the Anuras, but what I didn't know was that they've got a hell of an invisibility glamour. I didn't even hear her tongue coming; one moment I was walking through the wetlands, trying to keep my feet above the mud, and the next my ankles were tied up and yanked out from under me. I dropped so quickly that I slid straight out of my pack. I managed to keep my grip on my staff, but when I realized that the Anura-- at least, that's the only thing that made sense to be shaped like a woman, covered in mud, and pulling me with her tongue-- was dragging me through the mud toward where she lay underneath it, I tried to anchor myself with the staff. It stuck in the mud, sure, but the shock of the stop yanked it right out of my hands and off I went again. I skimmed all the way through the intervening distance and my feet slammed right into the Anura's mouth.
 
She was ready for it, of course, since she was trying to eat me. She just opened her lips up and I slurped right in, all the way to my hips. I was still screaming in panic-- like I said, I'm not a warrior of any description, and when taken by surprise I yelp like anyone else. She got my belly in one gulp; that fey had the slickest insides I've ever encountered. At that point I thought to use my arms, and since I was still operating on pure adrenaline I stupidly tried to pry the sides of her mouth open. That just let her pin my arms to my sides on the next swallow, at which point all that was outside was my head. Fortunately, I regained my senses around then. It helped that I'd felt my legs coiling up inside her stomach. There wasn't enough room to get a good kick, but since the Anura was holding me upright to get some help from gravity, I could at least plant my feet and push. I heard her let out a yelp of her own as I suddenly emerged from her throat.
 
The problem was where to go from there. I immediately clamped my hands down on the Anura's shoulders, but there was nothing I could do to improve my stance further. The Anura was buried in the mud, meaning I couldn't knock her over by shifting my weight, and I was straining to keep both arms stiff enough to keep from going down again. It seemed like we were going to stay stalemated like that, until the Anura stopped trying to swallow me and changed her tactics. At first I thought she'd just given up, but then I felt her tongue start to move around my body. There wasn't a thing I could do about it, either... my arms were in use and my legs were as straight as they would go. She was completely covered in mud, but I could tell the Anura was grinning as I felt the bud on the end of her tongue nudging into where I'd tucked my shirt into my pants. She didn't go straight for the kill like I thought she would; she was savvier than that. Instead, I felt her tongue-tip crawling all over my body, starting from my waist and working upward. I saw a bulge coil its way through my shirt, down each sleeve and back again, before the Anura's tongue looped around my breasts. All the while, I felt saliva dribbling off that slick band of muscle, and I knew exactly what she was going to do. My fears were confirmed when she made a point of wrapping up both legs as well (I still don't know where all that tongue came from), and finally stopped at the hem of my panties. Gently, she slipped the tip of her tongue inside, nudged against my slit... then pushed in as hard as she could.
 
The tongue slid in easily; it was already slick all on its own and it wasn't long before I was free-flowing around it as well. There's just nothing like being wrapped up in tight, wet, throbbing muscle to turn a fey on, and I was half covered in tongue. Then, of course, she didn't just sit there with her tongue in me, she started reeling it back in and thrusting it back out. I felt the whole thing rolling along my body, squeezing everything-- my breasts, my butt, my neck-- she was making love to me, trying to tire me out, and damn it, it was working. I tried to keep my arms straight, I yelled "No" as much as I could, but it didn't stop her. Hell, it probably just made her work harder at me. I shut my eyes, clenched my teeth, tried to do anything I could to shut out the pleasure, but it just kept growing and growing. There was nothing I could do, and I knew it. Still, I fought her to the very end. She dragged my orgasm out of me, and as I came, hissing, my arms locked for just a few more moments. But I heard her giggle as my juices flowed out, because she knew she had beaten me. The afterglow fell on me like a warm blanket, and as soon as the Anura felt my arms relax she took a few more swallows and in I went.
 
I wanted to keep resisting, but basically everything was against me at that point. For one thing, I was curled up in her belly and covered in mud and soaking clothes, which makes it difficult to move. Adding to that was the fact that the Anura suddenly shifted position; from my own sense of alignment and a reasonable guess, I figured out that she'd flopped onto her stomach to add her own weight to her stomach's grinding. A lot of wild fey do that; it seems to be an instinct. But the biggest thing that sapped my strength was her stomach acids. They smelled-- well, I don't know if you know of Kerinland, but they have a kind of beer there called "Inheritance". It gets its name from the fact that it takes so long to brew that generations pass in the interim. If you've never had any, go to Kerinland; it's the best stuff ever. And unfortunately for me, this Anura's stomach juices smelled exactly like it. They had about the same effect, too: I felt myself getting woozy as time wore on. I tried to stay conscious, but then I heard the Anura say, "Mm, you were so yummy..." She yawned. "I'm gonna take a little nap. If I don't totally sleep you off, you wanna talk a little when I wake up?" I went to kick her, but I was so exhausted (especially after she mentioned sleep) that all it came out as was a squirm. The Anura giggled and hugged at me through her belly, then drifted off. I went under not long after.
 
To my surprise, I did wake up. In fact, I woke up in decent condition-- my clothes and all the mud were melted off, and my skin was prickling, but otherwise I was in one piece. I was being jostled around to either side, and we were moving forward in fits and starts with splashes every now and again. The Anura was swimming. Now that I was rested, I had the strength to kick her and actually mean it, though I was still too curled up for it to be forceful. I felt the Anura shift upright and yell, "Oo! Hey guys, the cutie from yesterday just woke up!" I grimaced at the compliment. "She's squirming again, come feel! Come feel!" Immediately I felt pressure from outside, and instinctively I punched back at it. A different voice, more drawling, said, "Woooow, she's really feisty..." Another said, "I'm jealous..." My Anura replied, "Yeah, it feels great! Well, I'm gonna go home and digest her; you guys have fun!" Various farewells filled the air, and then the Anura splashed away for a while. I punched her stomach walls every so often just to remind her I was there. Eventually, she pulled upright again, and the jostling switched to a more regular, staccato thumping that told me she had taken to her feet. Soon after that, I heard a wooden door creak, and then some rustling. It sounded like she'd laid down in a pile of straw.
 
"So, hi!" said the Anura. I kicked at her. "Can you talk?" she said. "Do you talk?"
 
"I talk," I said, trying to sound begrudging.
 
"Oh, good! I hate eating a fey who only knows how to squeal. All the edible ones around here do is cry and scream, and you gotta listen to it the whole way through! I kinda figured you were different, though," she said.
 
"How so?" I asked.
 
"You weren't covered in mud, silly!" the Anura said. "Everyone around here, like, swims in the stuff. If you're trying to stay out of it, you're not from around here, definitely. So where are you from?"
 
"Everywhere and nowhere, really," I said.
 
The Anura was quiet for a moment. "Ummm... are you one of those thinking types? The ones who never make any sense?"
 
"Sorry, I meant I wander. I don't have a home, per se," I said. "I left mine a long time ago."
 
"Awww... didn't you have any friends?" the Anura said. I felt a band of pressure squeeze in on me-- she was hugging her belly sympathetically. Distressingly, my skin squished under the force of it.
 
"Oh, don't worry, I did. I just wanted to get out and see the world."
 
The Anura giggled. "And did you see much of it? Before you wound up here?" She rubbed her belly as she spoke, squishing me together a bit more.
 
"Quite a bit, actually," I replied, trying to stay calm. "I could probably tell you some interesting stories about places I've been."
 
"Really? Oh, please do! I love a story with dinner!"
 
"About that..." I said. "Um... I'd really rather not be digested. And I definitely can't tell you everything I know before your stomach's through me with, so... could you let me out?" Her stomach made a timely blorp. "Please?"
 
The Anura gave off a long "hmmmmmm..." Her stomach clenched several times, as if testing something, feeling me out. I felt more fluid run over me, tingling nicely. I almost groaned; despite everything, it felt good. "Nah."
 
"But think of what you're missing!" I said.
 
"I like stories," the Anura said, "but I like a full belly better. Besides, bringing someone up is always hard and nasty. This way, all I have to do is let my tummy gurgle away..." Her stomach started working harder now that her thoughts were turning to digestion.
 
"Look, if that's the way you're going to be, I'm not going to tell you anything," I said.
 
"Awwww, don't be like that," the Anura said, stroking along my outline in her stomach. I have to admit, it felt good-- too good. I felt it deep under my skin. You don't get that sensitive until you're pretty far gone.
 
"Let me out or no deal," I said sternly.
 
I felt the Anura shake her head. "Nuh-uh, sorry. Made-up stories are as good as real-stories, and I can get made-up stories anywhere. Real food's the only kind."
 
I slumped, and I'm pretty sure she felt it. I didn't exactly have many other bargaining chips, so I finally resigned myself to my fate. I knew then that that Anura's stomach was where my journey would end, but thinking about it in those terms gave me an idea. I shrugged my shoulders out, squishing them against the Anura's stomach so she'd feel me perking up, and said, "How about you tell me about yourself, then?" When the Anura went "hm?" I explained, "I'm an explorer; I came here to learn about you. I might as well learn about something other than your stomach while I'm here."
 
The Anura's smile was audible. "Really? What do you want to know?"
 
"Well, let's start with where you live. What's home like?"
 
"Well, um, it's not much, probably. Just kinda looks like a big pile of mud from the outside. Looks like a big pile of mud from the inside, too, hee... I have a straw mat and a blanket and a nice brazier if I need to keep warm. That's about it."
 
"You don't have a kitchen, or--"
 
"What's a kitchen?"
 
I paused for a moment. "It's where you prepare food."
 
The Anura lapsed into thought, presumably. "What do you mean, 'prepare' food? Prepare it for what?"
 
"Do you just eat everything raw?" I asked.
 
The Anura's nod sloshed me around a bit. I felt my insides tremble and tried to suppress the pleasure that the friction produced. "Sure do! Tastes great that way!"
 
"So what exactly do you eat?"
 
"You," the Anura said. I threw a punch at her stomach, but it landed with a distressingly wet plop. She still felt it, and giggled at my frustration. "When I'm not eating pretty fey, it's mostly fish and kelp."
 
I ignored the compliment. "Kelp?"
 
"Yeah! Never heard of it?" I shook my head, and when that didn't do anything but spatter digestives lower on my body, I said, "No." The Anura explained, "It's this broad, leafy stuff that grows all over the place in the water. Just filling, really, unless you find some sweet-leaf." She paused for a moment, and apparently both of us were waiting for the other to say something. "Oh! I'll bet you don't know what sweet-leaf is, either! Um... hee, I know! Wait just a sec, okay?" With no other option, I lay still and waited for the Anura to do whatever she was planning to. Suddenly her stomach went tight around me, and I heard a gastric woosh from above me, followed by another soon after. Still from above me, I heard the telltale sound of swallowing, and the stomach churned in peristalsis. Some of my melted outer flesh ground away, and I strained to maintain my shape. Something slopped onto my head; instinctively I reached up and grabbed for it. It had a rough texture in my hands, and felt sort of like a towel with round, leafy ends on it. Some of the sweet-leaf, I supposed. When the Anura had swallowed the lot of it, she said, "There! You can have that. It'll be mine again soon enough."
 
With nothing to lose, I bit into the sweet-leaf. It was tough, and took some effort for my weakened teeth to tear away. It was sweet, but it also had a certain heat about it, a nice spiciness. It'd be a good reason to go to that swamp, if nothing else. "It's good!" I said, and munched at it steadily. Putting something in your stomach is a surprisingly effective way to distract your own body from being digested.
 
"Isn't it?" the Anura said, pleased. "Maybe not as good as fish, but if you gotta eat greens, it's the best!" She patted her stomach, and I felt the impact roll through me. For a while neither of us said anything; my mouth was full of sweet-leaf, and the Anura, despite her enthusiasm, didn't volunteer information. Eventually the stillness broke when the Anura stretched out, which pulled her stomach taut around me, and let out something between a groan and a yawn. I felt the vibration through the entire chamber, accompanied by a fresh wave of acid and quickened churning. Between the humming sound, the tingling and massage, and the taste of sweet-leaf in my mouth, I caught myself thinking how nice it would be just to let go. The feeling of my body sliding apart knocked some sense back into me, and I yelled out, "Hey, hey! Hold on!"
 
"Oh! Sorry!" the Anura replied. "My tummy keeps telling me how good you taste... is there anything else you want to know?"
 
I thought for a moment. I really wanted to get her off the subject of eating things. "Um, about the fish. Are there any fish you don't eat?"
 
"Only the ones that could eat me back!" the Anura said proudly. "There's some that'll fight ya and some that make ya sick sometimes, but most everything goes down nice."
 
"So I take it you use your tongue to catch everything?" After all, she'd snatched up the sweet-leaf with it, and apparently her house wasn't all that large.
 
The Anura gave another of those belly-sloshing nods. "Yup! Fish, leafies, and fey!"
 
"What about your own kind?"
 
The Anura suddenly went quiet. "Do you?" she said, sounding appalled.
 
"When I have to," I replied frankly.
 
"Snagging snaggers snag snagging snaggers," said the Anura.
 
I reeled, partially from the redundancy and partially because the acids were really starting to work me over. I could feel tingling all the way inside my body now. "What?"
 
"It's a saying," the Anura said. "We call grabbing something with our tongue 'snagging', right? So that makes us 'snaggers'. But... well, I guess it's sort of a rule, maybe, that you don't snag a snagger. And if you do, you're, um... well, not part of the not-snagger snagging snaggers. Fair game for everyone else."
 
"I see... there aren't many of you, are there?"
 
"Ummm... I wouldn't know."
 
"How many friends do you have?"
 
"Wellll... there's Rexy, and Lexy, and Cly... and Maybell. I think that's it. Oh, and you! ... maybe?"
 
I dodged the issue, but I didn't decide to in time to hide being affected by the question. "So there are... maybe twenty of you, total? Here, at least?"
 
The Anura thought for a second; about what, I don't know. "Yeah, I guess."
 
"And you all live near each other? No major fights or conflicts?"
 
The Anura nodded. I sloshed again, but this time I almost didn't stop wobbling. I realized, with a start, that my bones were gone. The acids had crawled into my body and melted them all away; the only thing holding my flesh together was a few precious strands of protein and sheer willpower. Believe it or not, I've seen fey recover from worse, but only once. "Yeah, everyone's pretty cool. Can't think of the last time anyone snagged someone else."
 
"There's too few of you to waste on that. Us lesser fey are a dime a dozen."
 
The Anura's voice became somber. "But there's only one of you," she said.
 
"Less than that, shortly," I said. "Are you sure you don't want to let me out?"
 
The Anura rubbed over her belly, pushing in at spots, feeling how my body deformed. "Sorry," she said, this time genuinely. "I don't think it would help." We both fell silent for a little while, letting the Anura's stomach speak in its language of gurgles instead. I could feel... I guess you might call it that point-of-no-return feeling coming on. Like when your body's tensing up, and all your energy's piling up between your legs, and no matter what you do, you're going to come? That feeling was spreading all over me, and I knew my time was just about up. Finally, the Anura said, "Hey... how's it feel... to digest?" Apparently she was struggling to hold herself back as well. She'd denied her stomach satisfaction for quite a while just for my sake.
 
"You should try it," I said weakly. I was liquefying now; the acids were peeling away my muscles and fat layer by layer. When the Anura punched me playfully, I felt a bit grind off as I jounced. Her stomach being too slow to drain it all, the broth of digestive juices and melted flesh began to well up around me.
 
"Be serious," the Anura said, breathing heavily.
 
"It's... not bad." The acids and pressure teased all my nerves, tempting them to break apart with shocks of pleasure. I scarcely had form enough to draw breath, and all my attempts to stay above the surface of the thick stew that was now the majority contents of the Anura's stomach accomplished was to break me apart further. "Kinda... sexy."
 
"No hard feelings?" The Anura stroked at her belly like a lover, adding comfort to the mix of pleasures. She was on the brink, too, I could tell. Her stomach quivered around me, anxious to give the last crushing squeeze.
 
"It's... okay..." I said. I could say nothing more. My resistance was finally exhausted, and the pleasure was too powerful to deny. I let go of my body, allowing it to soak in erotic fulfillment. The Anura, too, let her body do as it wanted to. Whatever that was still solid in me dissolved as the Anura's stomach ground me apart. As my senses faded, I heard the Anura moaning happily. Now I was just fluid, but still conscious somehow. I felt the Anura's stomach still squeezing me, no longer trying to break me down but to push me on. I flowed through a hole at the bottom of her stomach, down into her intestines, where another prickling sensation awaited me. I was being broken down again, transformed from base proteins to simple nutrients that her body could lap up. I felt the subtle rhythms of her peristalsis kneading me on, thinning me out, stretching my surface. I was powerless to stop her from absorbing me, and even if I could, I wouldn't have. I don't think she was a bad person-- even now that I'm no longer in the heat of the moment, I still believe it. So as her body swept me up, diluted me and converted me into flesh and fat, as I became her, utterly and totally, I was... content.
 
And then I was here. I think the best way to describe it is that it felt like my brain sneezed. I went from being hot, soft, and... happy... to being cold and solid. The transition was jarring, to say the least. But then again, it might not be entirely correct to say that it happened to me. I'd stress that I'm just a duplicate. The real me is gone. She's part of that Anura, if they haven't both gone on to become something else by now. That "bump" I felt was just a result of attaching a disjointed experience to the ones that logically followed. I have to admit... it's a result that I didn't consider. I do feel... disappointed, maybe, is the right word. Like that was a good ending, and I shouldn't have gone on. But then again, I didn't; I'm just a copy. It's strange, and I still haven't sorted out my feelings on it yet. But! Don't trouble yourself over it. I'm here to tell you everything I know. I'll give you a little while to relax, and then we'll continue.
 
 
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AUTHOR'S COMMENTS:
 
Lovingly crafted in the image of Sansuki's "Meet the Frimbo", with story elements I felt could have improved that story.
 
My muse is a jealous bitch. I set out to create a new story per the M/F thread's specifications, and she makes me write this instead. I swear, I will never understand how that woman's mind works.
 
Aargh, this makes three F/F postings in a row! I think that makes the longest contiguous string of sex configurations yet. Gonna have to buck this trend.
 
6/23/10: Made it clearer than the Lissams are a type of fey.
 
1/27/11: Minor revisions.
 
6/16/11: Updated the name of the "Lissams" to "Anuras", which makes more sense in a secret context. Now none of YOUR comments make sense in THIS context! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* HAHAHAHAHAHA