Warning:
This contains F/M, Oral Vore, Digestion, and other bizarre elements
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 "She looks promising," thought the Frog Prince hopefully, as he watched a young woman with honey-colored hair walking through the park, not too far from his pond, "if she stays around for a couple more minutes, I think I'll give her a try. Curse the luck that made me an enemy of a witch who refused to follow the Grimm standard!". The Frog was, of course, speaking of the witch Rita, whom he had unwisely called "fat and unattractive" during a ball before realizing that she was a witch. Rita had been so enraged that she refused to follow the then-popular Grimm Standards for Cursing, and had placed the Prince under a spell that could only be broken by the kiss of a maiden, fortunately a princess was not required. Still, the Frog Prince felt that he didn't have much longer in frog years, and every maiden he approached so far had run away screaming, except for one that tried to kill him with a stick.
 While the Frog watched, the young maiden lay down peacefully under the shade of a nearby willow, looking at the wonderful sights of nature. Birds sang lovely song, and the lass responded with a thrilling melody that put the birds to shame. As she sang, she failed to notice the Prince ogling at her crudely, although noticing leering frogs is definitely a skill.
 "Wow, she's got quite the voice!" the Frog Prince chuckled deeply to himself, "Not bad looking, either." he added, trying to act as though he could still choose, in reality he'd have kissed Rita if it would break the spell. "I've decided!" the Prince declared to himself, "I'll kiss her!".
 The Frog hopped towards the girl with slow, lazy hops. In an attempt to be suave, the Frog slicked back his hair with a webbed hand, and even tried for some witty conversation, "So, you live here often?". Although he thought he was speaking perfect English, years of living with the frogs had given him a pretty severe accent, and he would only be understandable to someone who expected to hear English. The maiden didn't, and continued singing.
 "Hey! Babycakes! Down here!" the Frog tried, waving a hand loosely. The maiden didn't notice him, so the Frog attempted a bold, daring move. Quickly, the Prince hopped up the girl's legs, but before he could get too far, she screamed and threw him off, running away far too fast for him to follow. The Frog landed heavily on the ground.
 "Oof." the Prince attempted to regain his composure, "See ya honey!" he croaked loudly, pulling himself up and heading back towards his pond. "Women," he said sagely to himself, "they act like they don't like you to cover up the strong, primal attraction they have to you. Especially when they're dealing with a macho man like yours truly!" he declared, and would probably have rebuilt his ego fully if he hadn't caught sight of a newt sniggering at him from behind some reeds. He fired up at once, "Oh, so you think you got this 'woman game' down pat? You think you could do better than me? I'd like to see you try it, you-" the Frog sputtered silent as he realized the newt had already crept off once he started yelling. With a sigh, the Frog Prince went to sleep, vowing that "he'd get the girl" by the next day.
 The next day, the Prince woke up late to a lovely song that he recognized from yesterday. Suddenly awake, the Frog dove from his humble abode towards the willow tree eagerly. Sure enough, the same woman was there, singing her beautiful worldess melody. The Frog hopped up with determination, placing himself right next to her hand. He was a rather large bullfrog, and had no doubt he'd eventually draw some sort of attention to himself. He did.
 "Oh hello there!" the maiden said, her voice the coo of a dove, "Was that you yesterday? Sorry I threw you." she giggled.
 "Oh yeah!" the Frog celebrated quietly, "She remembers me! I knew it'd just take a few days before she'd come on back to ol' irresistable me.". To his immense frustration, however, she simply continued to sing while relaxing peacefully, basically ignoring him. Determined to liven things up, the Frog prepared to leap onto her hand, but she suddenly got up and hurried away. The Frog was enraged.
 "Who does she think she is? I'm a prince, you know. Why, that stupid dame don't know what she's missing!" the Frog reassured himself, "Surely she'll be back for more!". The Prince muttered to himself late into the night until he felt that the maiden surely was deeply in love with him, just too shy to say. With that comforting thought, he finally fell asleep.
 Nerves woke him far before the lass did, and the Frog Prince was bustling around busily at the crack of dawn. He had managed to find and drag a beautiful lily to the willow tree, and situated himself there peacefully, waiting.
 It was not long before the girl returned, although this time she was with a black-haired friend. "Oh look, there's that frog you told me about!" the new girl said excitedly, pointing at the Frog Prince. The Prince tried to give her a cool, appraising look, but their eyes locked. The Prince suddenly felt as though he had been plunged into a bucket of ice, those eyes were frighteningly familiar. They were the eyes of Rita the witch.
 Rita grinned to herself as she looked at the Prince who was so rude to her. It was nice to survey her handiwork, but it would be even nicer if she was to get more revenge. However, she had to act quickly. The Frog was shifting back and forth nervously in a way frogs rarely did, and he looked like he might make a break for it just to escape.
 "Hey, Lily!" Rita said, addressing the other girl, "That's a pretty big frog! I dare you to pick it up."
 The Frog Prince was nervous looking at Rita, but suddenly a brilliant plan for revenge occured to him. "If I can just kiss one of them," the Prince thought craftily, "I'll be human again! Then I can take Rita right here, right now!" Grinning as widely as a frog can grin, the Prince allowed Lily to pick him up and look at him. He grimaced slightly as Rita peered at him too, but decided to make the best of it.
 "It is pretty big." Lily said, looking at the Frog with a faint look of disgust on her face, "Here, do you want it?".
 "You know what would be really cool?" asked Rita, completely ignoring her, "It would be really neat if you ate that frog. You know, frogs are considered a delicacy in many places. If you don't want to eat it, though, I'd be glad to take it off your hands for you.". The witch smirked, knowing by her magic that Lily was not one to easily relinquish something.
 "I'll eat it." said Lily, raising the Frog towards her mouth hesitantly.
 The Prince, meanwhile, had tuned out Rita as soon as she began talking, his entire Frog self filled with loathing. He imagined himself vanquishing her a variety of ways, and only stopped his fantasies when he realized he was moving. Lily was lifting him up towards her mouth. "She's going to do it! She's going to kiss me! I'LL GET THAT RITA YET!" the Frog croaked gleefully, trying his best to pucker up.
 Lily swallowed hard as she looked at the rather large, green, slimey, and not very appetizing Frog in her hand. She could feel Rita's eyes boring into her, and slowly raised the Frog to her lips. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and crammed the Frog in.
 At first, the Frog had already been savouring his victory as he saw Lily raise him to her lips. "What's her mouth need to be so wide for?" he wondered as she opened her mouth. "AHHH!" he bellowed as she closed her eyes and shoved him into her mouth.
 Disgusting as it was to have the slimey Frog in her mouth, Lily knew it would be even worse to chomp down on the squirmy, rubbery thing. She gulped quickly, shoving her finger into her mouth and poking the Frog down. "Nasty!" she thought as her finger made contact with it.
 The Prince was struggling valiently, but the space was too enclosed and he was too disoriented to do much. Suddenly out of nowhere, something shoved him deeper and deeper, down a dark tube that wasn't the path he felt he ought to be taking. He felt powerful muscles grip him, and then he was being squeezed down the path to oblivion. The Frog desperately shot out his long sticky tongue, and attempted to wrap it around something to slow his descent. It made contact with Lily's tongue, and shocked both of them.
 Apparently, tongue-to-tongue contact counted as a kiss in Rita's book, and partway down Lily's throat the Prince turned back into a human. Unfortunately, it was a little bit too late for him.
 Lily was shocked when she felt like she was choking, then all of a sudden her belly was gigantic. "Urp!" Lily burped, blushing as she looked at Rita. "Ugh, what happened?" she muttered, feeling like one in a daze.
 Rita smoothly concealed her laughter, admiring Lily's gut. "Good riddance to that Prince!" she thought to herself. Aloud, Rita said "Lily, it's just the Frog. You know they're such a delicacy because they fill you up so much. Something to do with reacting with your stomach acids.".
 Confused as she was, Lily was in no situation to disagree. The Prince struggled inside her stomach, causing her to burp again awkwardly. "Oooh..." Lily moaned, patting her stomach, "Do you mind leaving me a few minutes, Rita? Ugh...".
 "No problem," Rita grinned ferally, patting Lily's tummy, "You let your belly do what it needs to, okay?" and the witch walked off cackling quietly to herself.
 The Prince, meanwhile, wasn't enjoying himself at all. He was naked (frogs don't wear clothes) and trapped inside a stomach. Once human again, he could hear that his horrible frog-accent was pretty much incomprehensible, and he didn't even think he could yell louder than Lily's suddenly deafening digestive system. He struggled as much as he could, but when he came to the conclusion it wasn't helping, he gave it up.
 Lily looked around to be sure Rita was gone and no one else was nearby, then let out a satisfied belch, pretending to excuse herself to her overstuffed belly. Although it had rather hurt at first, Lily already felt better. Her stomach groaned and churned as it worked over the Frog. Lily yawned and lay down under the willow tree to take a brief nap while her meal passed through her. As she lay down, her hand landed on a lily. "What's this?" she asked, picking it up. She was going to examine it more, but yawned again and simply put it on top of her gut as she dozed off. Even when she woke up many hours later, Lily never realized that her tummy had finished off the Frog Prince.