You feel a rumble in your stomach as you stare at the helpless pixie trapped in her jar. Because of your situation earlier, you had never had the opportunity to indulge in some breakfast. It has been well over twelve hours since you have last eaten and you are positively starving. Tempting as the sexual pleasure from anally voring or unbirthing the pixie may be, these base lusts are unable to surpass your primal hunger. You have become set on orally devouring the thing.
Before you actually eat her, though, you decide to get a closer look at your next meal. Drawing the jar to your face, you examine the being inside the glass cage. She's a pretty little thing, blessed with a curvaceous figure and beautiful violet locks. Like most pixies, she's around six inches in height; small enough for you to swallow effortlessly. If you even want to swallow her, that is. Chewing the girl up with your pearly incisors is a method as well. One that tickles your dominant desires particularly well.
The pixie, glad to be free of her sexual masters, locks her shimmering blue eyes with yours. She has a look of gleeful hope, one that would surely disappear if she knew of your gastromancery. Eager to feast, you begin to unscrew the jar, raising a finger to your lips to let the pixie know to remain quiet. She returns an affirmative nod.
After a small struggle (that orc screwed the lid tight!) the lid comes off with a pop. You reach in a grab the pixie with your dextrous fingers. The pixie, believing you to be a friend, remains docile even as you slowly inch her towards your hungry maw.
Before you can act, though, you have one more decision to make. Swallow her whole or chew her up?
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