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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Fantasy · #947998
Can you make it through the Forest of Deceit? Use your wits to make it through.
This choice: Try to wriggle free regardless  •  Go Back...
Chapter #5

Strike three

    by: Nixs Author IconMail Icon
*You try to wriggle yourself free infront of the Elf*

"Wow...you really are stupid aren't you? I'm right here and you are trying to escape right before me. Sheesh!"

"Ohh shut up already!" You snap at her as you fail to untie yourself. The craftsmanship behind the knots far to strong for you to break.

"Such a mouth on the boy. Shame Anabelle has a much bigger one. I feel like I'm doing the world a favour by removing your genes from the pool. Enjoy your trip through Anabelle dear, I know she will."

With a cackle from the Elf she pulls out her bow, quivers an arrow and shoots through the rope holding you. The rope untwines, each strand spiraling around each other until you see it break. You look downwards to see the open maw of Anabelle beneath you. The last view your eyes will see before you plummet right into her stomach.

Minutes later you wake up though, you sort of wish you hadn't. Your body is surounded by the digestive enzymes of the Pixie which start to slowly eat away at your flesh. All you can do now is wriggle about in her tummy in hopes of finding a way out.

Unfortunately though, it seems that Anabelle has had a healthy diet and undigested matter was to be found. It wouldn't be long before the acids eat completely through your skin, the best you can do is simply try and keep your head above the acidic pool. Though as you soon find out, you can't do this when the level of liquid inside rises around you.

Weakened and defeated, you lay as a mere shell of the once proud fur you were; the enzymes having reduced you to a nicely nutritionaly balanced soup. Skunk's have such a flavour to them afterall.

Suddenly, there is a shift in the liquid, a downward pull that sucks your remains under. If there was a chance of getting out, it was gone now. Once more Lady Luck smiles at you and gives you a firm kick between the legs since now, you're on your way through the small intestines, the enzymes there finishing the job from the stomach as you float along the twisting and winding path.

You dont spend long in there though as after an hour or so you pass out again.

The trip through her intestines does your figure much help. You are now much slimmer than before though of course you wouldn't know that being as you are now a steaming lump of fecal matter.

THE END

THE END.

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