You can't believe that Sam just sold you to a man-eating frog creature. Your best friend couldn't possibly be this cold. No. No, it just doesn't make any sense. Your friend has been reckless and a little selfish in the past... perhaps this is just a ruse. Maybe she plans to take the gold and you with her back to the human world. It's not the first time she's put you in a tight spot, but you're still angry at the idea that she's gambling with your life. However, you don't see any option but to play along. You try to still the hammering of your heart as your friend fills the pockets of her school uniform with gold. And then she grabs the last coin. This is it. This is when the two of you run away into the woods.
...Any time now. You stare at Sam expectantly, but she merely smirks back at you, her grip on you as firm as ever. You discretely nod your head in the direction of the treeline, giving your friend an impatient glare. Frustratingly, she responds with the slightest shake of her head, and then nods back toward Ambrosia. The frog-woman watches this exchange, the smug expression on her face making it clear that she's noticed everything that just passed between the two of you.
Finally, in a last ditch effort to communicate the urgency of the situation, you shout at Sam, “You've got the gold! Now run! Come on!”
Sam bites her lip, sucking in her breath apologetically as she speaks, “Sorry, man. It's not just the gold... although that's a pretty sweet cherry on top.”
“What, then?” Tears of desperation well in your eyes as you stare pleadingly at her.
“Well, for the same reason we came out into the woods in the first place. Discovery! Science! I'll be the first human that's ever observed the dining habits of a nixie!”
“Not at all dear. Countless humans have witnessed my appetites... but you would be the first one that didn't end up as a particularly satisfying bowel movement afterward.” Sam shifts uncomfortably as Ambrosia's horrifying statement hangs in the air. The nixie titters in laughter at her response and continues, “Oh, don't worry yourself dear. I only eat boys.” She looks you up and down, a ravenous glint in her eyes, “Something about a tender young man just makes my mouth water. And this one looks... well, rather appetizing! In fact, I think I'd like to have a better look at the meat that I just purchased. Be a sweetheart and remove his clothes, would you?”
To your dismay, Samantha immediately complies. She leans in close, her breath hot on your skin as she unbuttons your shirt. Even as you face a gruesome death,her closeness stirs old feelings in you. You watch her jet black hair fall forward, revealing the graceful curve of her pale neck as she removes your belt. An intoxicating waft of perfume awakens desires that you've kept hidden for as long as the two of you have been friends. Methodically, Sam pulls off your shirt and then moves to your shoes and socks. You have to admit, this is a new low for you... humiliatingly stripped bare by your longest crush. How could you have feelings for someone this cruel? In fact, you're fairly certain that her cruelty only fuels your desire. Finally, she pulls down your pants and your underwear together in one swift motion. Your embarrassment deepens as your erection springs out, prompting tittering laughter from both Ambrosia and Sam.
Sam gazes down at your cock with wide eyes. “Well, I'll give you this much... you're a lot bigger than I expected.” She reaches her hand out and rests her fingers upon your swollen shaft, “It's almost enough to make me want to keep you around. Almost.” She lightly brushes her fingertips up and down the length of your penis. “But I suspect that I might actually enjoy watching Ambrosia slurp down this juicy hunk of meat.” She gives you a strange look, “It's weird how fucking HOT I'm finding all of this! It just makes me wet thinking about it! I mean, in a couple of hours, this incredible dick that you've been hiding from me all this time will become mush in Ambrosia's belly. How cool is that?!” You giver her a pleading look. “What? It's nothing personal. Well, maybe a little... this wouldn't be half as much fun if it weren't you getting gobbled up!”
A tear runs down your cheek as you look back and forth between Ambrosia and Sam. There's no pity for you here. Only death. And while the idea of filling out this chubby nixie's thighs makes you as hard as a rock, you don't think that you'd actually enjoy the process of being digested. Your path is clear. You have to run for it. You look out across the mist-shrouded lake, and then turn your gaze to the towering trees behind you. You're only going to get one shot at this... so which do you choose? Do you swim for it, or try to outrun Ambrosia on foot?
