Your world is a spinning, churning, prison of slimy darkness. The gurgling sounds of digestion surround you, underscored by the muffled thump of the ogre's heart and the steady pace of his breath. You're so cramped in the confines of Grort's stomach that you can't even manage to untangle your limbs from Rill's. Although you struggle to find a more comfortable position, you only manage to tangle yourself further, prompting a quiet exasperated snort of disgust from the fairy. Both of your naked bodies rub against each other in the darkness, your skin slippery with the ogre's digestive juices. After a few more moments of this awkward yet oddly erotic dance, you find a position that seems to be a touch more comfortable than the others. As best as you can tell in the pitch black of Grort's stomach, you're sitting face-to-face with Rill, her legs wrapped tightly around your torso. As she shifts her hips slightly, you feel the pleasant sensation of your throbbing erection rubbing against her ass.

After a moment of silence, Rill gives another disgusted snort and then begins to mutter some kind of incantation. The words roll off of her tongue with a lyrical resonance, their mysterious cadence speaking of arcane magics both powerful and wondrous. As the chanting ends, a gentle glowing light begins to pulse around you. As you look around, you find yourself wondering if it would have been better to digest in darkness. The glistening pink walls of Grort's stomach drip with acid as they pulse and ripple against you. Rill's face hovers mere inches from your own, her hate and disgust for you made abundantly clear by her expression.

“You worthless, perverted little snit of a schoolboy! Mr. Grort and I had a good thing! And then you had to ruin everything!” Rill's shouting seems strangely muffled by the confines of the ogre's belly as she chides you. “I'm supposed to be on the other side of this wall.” She points at the undulating flesh of Grort's stomach, “The OTHER side. Listening to you shriek and beg for mercy.”

“Well I'm sorry to disappoint, but I try not to be in the habit of letting people make a meal of me whenever they please!”

“Is that right? Because from where I'm sitting,” Rill grinds her ass against your rigid cock at this point, “that's exactly what you did.”

“Well maybe I just didn't want you to have the satisfaction of watching!”

To your surprise, Rill thrusts her arm between the two of you and grabs hold of your cock, beginning to knead it between her fingers as she stares daggers into you. You find yourself at a total loss for words as the fairy begins to pump her hand along the length of your shaft, her lips twisted into a sneer of disgust as she continues to glare at you.

“Who said I won't get to watch? We are in here together, you know.”

You stammer a response, trying to form coherent words through the dizzying waves of pleasure that emanate from between your legs, “Oh, uh... oh yeah? I-- uh!-- uh, I think you might be c-confused. I'm, like, twice your size. I th-think I'll probably be the one watching you turn to mush.”

Rill purses her lips, “Hmm. No. I don't think so.” Her fingers twine around your cock and pull, creating sensations you didn't even know you could feel. “I'm over five thousand years old. I have more magic in my pinky than you've seen in your whole life. Trust me, I'll be the one enjoying the show.”

Rill raises an eyebrow tauntingly, reaching her free hand down between your legs to caress your balls as the other works its magic on your shaft. You arch your back and groan in ecstasy, even as you feel the tingling of acid begin to bite into your skin. Some small part of your mind that isn't focused on the miraculous movements of Rill's hands notices that digestive acids are beginning to pool around you, filling the cramped space of the ogre's stomach at an alarming rate. At this moment, the fairy twists her fingers in a way that draws all of your attention back to her.

“You disgust me,” She purrs, flipping her short blonde hair dismissively. “You'd let an ogre stroke your cock just as soon as a fairy. Really! There's no accounting for taste.” Acid continues to rise around you, soon submerging the both of you up to your midsections. “Speaking of taste... you know Mr. Grort here didn't actually care if you enjoyed being eaten or not.” She winks at you, “He just likes the way boys taste when they get excited.”

The tingling on your skin soon turns to a stinging, and you begin to shift uncomfortably, despite the pleasure of Rill's touch against your still-rigid penis. After another minute, the stinging turns to burning, and you begin to thrash and claw at the slippery walls around you. Panic chokes you as you search for some foothold that will lift you from the rising pool of acid. You struggle wildly, desperate to escape the blinding pain that engulfs you. Despite this, Rill continues to grip your cock tightly, pumping her hand faster and faster as you flail about. A chill runs up your spine as you meet her gaze, your agonized expression contrasted with the fairy's coldly sadistic gaze. Your struggles begin to slow as your muscles weaken, the fiery burning sensation of your skin dissolving soon joined by a more pronounced throbbing. Slowly, you sink into the rising digestive soup, helpless to escape your messy fate. You feel chunks of yourself breaking apart as Grort's stomach churns against you, the slimy walls of his belly massaging your tender skin. You give a helpless burble as your head sinks into the soupy mixture of digested schoolboy and acid, your thoughts clouding as the agony fades into a dull pulsing. With each pulse, darkness edges in on your mind, and you feel yourself slip further and further into blissful nothingness. Some part of you is vaguely aware of Rill's hand, still pumping up and down on your swollen and burning cock. As the final threads of your consciousness begin to fray, you feel a final surge of pleasure tickle your mind, and you cum hard into the digestive goo around you. With that, everything goes black.

Rill sneers in contempt as she shakes her hand in the air before her, ineffectively trying to remove the thick coating of gunk that dribbles from her fingers. Good riddance, she thinks, but did he have to make such a mess? She can recall countless times that boys have coated her hand in cum over the ages, but she has to admit that this is the first time that she's been covered in liquified penis. She frowns down at the rising pool of mush around her, realizing that it's unlikely that she'll keep her hands clean in her current position. Drat! Rill sits pouting in your soupy remains, trying to ignore the tingling sensation that's now beginning to spread across her body. As the noxious mixture rises above her chest, your skull bobs up next to her, it's bony expression fixed into a permanent scream of agony. The powerful walls of Grort's stomach press in on all sides as they continue to break down your remains, churning the mixture of acid and digested schoolboy against Rill's naked flesh. She coughs weakly as she's momentarily choked by fumes, her wings beginning to disintegrate behind her. Rill whimpers helplessly as the goo rises around her, and then her magical light flickers and winks out. In the gurgling darkness of the ogre's belly, the fairy's perfect pale skin dissolves, and soon, the chunky mess of her body mingles with that of your own.

Grort chuckles to himself as he feels the last weak struggles of his prey cease, licking his lips as he recalls the rich flavors of his meal. Sleepily, the ogre yawns and reclines on the mossy forest floor. With half-lidded eyes, he contentedly rubs his jiggling belly, feeling its mushy contents shift within as you and Rill continue to digest. Idly, Grort reaches his other hand down, and begins to stroke the throbbing stiffness between his legs. Stars twinkle in the sky above as the ogre savors the moment, enjoying the feeling of his thick pulsating shaft in his grip, the gurgling sounds of digestion mingling with the gentle chirping of crickets.

The End