The Many Journeys of Ian Scranton, Ch 1

The Siluvara Files
The Many Journeys of Ian Scranton
Chapter 1: Out of the Frying Pan

Ian Scranton was sleeping in a fetal position on the floor in the darkness within one of two lifepods on a deep space hauler, when all hell suddenly broke loose. By the time he fully awakened and became reacquainted with his surroundings outside of dream-land, the lights all over the pod were on, and a female voice was ranting at him about the pod's status.

The walls were now transparent, revealing the vast ocean sea of stars all around the ship in a completely panoramic display...

...and also revealing the deep space hauler he was riding in, as it receded into the distance.

He blinked to clear his vision.

Indeed, the hijacked and heavily modified hauler ship that he and four thousand other men had crammed into in their attempt to escape Earth, was now rapidly shrinking from sight.

Panic suddenly flowed through his veins, clearing his senses and igniting his sense of awareness as he turned around, hugging the two eggshell-shaped cots as he turned this way and that to look at monitor screen which encompassed the entire surface of his spherical lifepod's inner walls.

Somehow, he had just been ejected from the ship.

As Ian planted his hands on the curved walls of his lifepod and looked out into the stars where the hauler ship had been, it slowly sank in that he was now hurtling into the unknown reaches of deep space.

He was lost... along with his dream of reaching the much-rumored paradise that was that place they called Siluvaran territory.

As the pod's female-voiced computer kept yapping at him, he ran his hands down his face and tried to wake himself up.

But the dream continued to persist.

Ian Scranton shuddered as he banged his head against the wall, tears welling up in his eyes as he became desperate to wake up.

But the situation was all too real. His senses were not in the least bit dulled by the fog of REM sleep.

This was real.

He was not in the space hauler.

There was no Siluvaran starship nearby.

There was only Ian Scranton. And the infinite darkness of space. And the painful irony that he had, at least, escaped Earth and the mass random military conscription raids by the World Government, the Earth Federation. He would not be swept up by troops in powered exoskeletons and sent off to die in some Grue creature's stomach with a useless firearm that probably wouldn't even tickle the flesh of a 6-story giantess. Instead, he would die here, all alone, in space. Once that gallon sized jug of water the smugglers gave him ran out, he would dehydrate and that would be it.

The end.

Ian's tears flowed as he came to realize the finality of his situation; but then the questions began to flow.

Why him? All those other men were the same as he was: God-fearing men who just wanted to escape the idea of being slaves for the State. Hadn't forced labor been abolished? And what did he do to be jettisoned like this? Sure, he wasn't supposed to be roaming around outside the storage areas, but the Captain of the ship was watching the controls. He had no time to come back and spot Ian in the lifepod and pass any kind of judgement... or did he?

Damn. All those other men were going to meet the women of their dreams and Ian Scranton, the only son of Joseph and Cyndi Scranton, would die here in the infinite void of space, his fate unknown to all but God.

He slumped against the wall and slowly blinked his stinging eyes.

Very slowly.

Very, very slowly.

Ian Scranton drifted back into the darkness of a deep, fitful sleep where demons of every sort lurked to torment him until he awakened again with a start.

He jumped up and looked around - he was still in his lifepod, still hurtling through the darkness of deep space.

Except now, a giant blue-green orb had somehow appeared before him, filling up his entire forward field of vision.

Land ho.

Frantically, he sat up and checked the sensor readouts.

The star glowing brightly in the distance had been identified; he was coming up on the fourth planet in the Ross-154 star system.

His signal would attract a passing ship after all - at least, once Earth Federation or Siluvaran traffic had expanded to this area.

Hopefully, the Siluvarans would find him first.

He just needed to find a way to get the transmitter and take it with him away from the lifepod to someplace safe down there on that apparently habitable world.

Ian still had no way to reach Shangri-La, but at least now he wasn't lost... and he had a ghsot of a plan.

The pod shook as the flames of re-entry licked at its lightly shielded hull; it was then that he noticed, to his right, a relatively large ball of fire descending into the atmosphere in the distance, near the horizon, far off along the curvature of the world.

*Could that be the hauler ship?* he asked himself, pressing his face more firmly against the wall.

"Danger... Lifepod entering planetary re-entry."

If the feminine voice's belated warnings didn't get his attention, the lifepod's slight shuddering did.

Ian turned frantically and blurted, "Lifepod, can we survive to land?"

The cheerful voice responded, "Positive. However, if the planet's atmosphere is hostile, we have zero probability of escaping its gravitational pull upon landing. Do you wish to reverse course and escape, or land?"

Ian's eyes widened; he looked back at the planet's surface.

It looked so... Earth-like. But what if there were strange diseases lurking there that could kill him? Or worse... Grue fairies?

"Omigod..." he gasped, his mind racing for solutions, beads of sweat now mixing with his dried tears, until a dreadful question formed in his mind. "Lifepod... do you carry on-board food rations?"

"Positive. There is a two week supply under the hatch between the cots."

The ship began to rumble ominously as it plunged deeper into the atmosphere.

"Warning. T-minus one minute to point of no return."

It was a gamble.

Ian scrambled to turn around and find the hatch in the center of the cramped room; the latch was easily visible, appearing disembodied in open space. Pulling the latch, he managed to cause the door to appear out of nowhere, and flip open as well.

As he peered into the hold, sitting on his knees, he saw it was completely empty.

Someone had obviously pilfered the ship completely while hijacking it, and the computer didn't even know.

His heart leapt into his throat. If he ordered the lifepod into space, he would starve. For sure.

His decision was made for him.

"Update. T-minus fifty seconds to point of no return."

Ian bowed his head and shook it sadly.

"Update. T-minus forty seconds to point of no return."

He fought back a lump in his throat and craned his head to speak, "Computer... Lifepod... find a suitable landing point. We're out of fucking food."

"Instructions received. You now have thirty four seconds to reverse course."

"Oh God... not a countdown..." he moaned, closing the hatch and curling up into a fetal position again. It was like he was being given thirty four more last chances, announced in intervals.

Ian Scranton was not one to shrink away from making life altering decisions and sticking with them; indeed, he had chosen to abandon Earth before he was called for compulsory military duty. If he was ever caught, he would still be labeled a deserter and a traitor. He'd made a decision that would make it impossible for him to return to the world, or even the solar system, where he was born.

Still, as the computer counted down to zero, he couldn't help but question his decision now.

"Warning. Craft is now unable to achieve escape velocity."

He shrugged and hugged his knees against himself, looking at the world as it came into focus; the yellow tinge of a large desert grew beneath him, bordered by a large forest to the north and, to the south, another large forest bordered by a sizeable body of water.

Of course, he knew the logic behind his choice - in space, he would die for sure in only a week. Even if his supplies hadn't been pilfered, he knew he would have lasted maybe two weeks before the water in his rations ran out, and he had no idea how to conserve his rations, or if the figure of two weeks was intended to take conservation into account. But his supplies had in fact been stolen; so it was a moot issue anyway. He had a week to live, drifting in space, suffering from dire hunger and thirst. Or maybe a bit longer if he chose to poison himself by drinking "recycled" water.

Watching the small details of this unknown world unfold in the form of rivers and individual mountain peaks, he laughed as he pondered that idea.

The desert passed to the north as the pod angled toward the southern forest on one particular continent.

"Update. We are approaching an optimal landing zone."

At this point he looked up and saw the clouds above him; he could even see the desert to the north, bordered by tall mountains, and to the south there were rows of massive oak-like trees. To the east was a gigantic waterfall leading toward the sea. The sun was nowhere to be found and the skies here were pitch black until the clouds moved away, revealing the stars.

Ian wasn't a pilot; and even if he was, he had no idea where to land the pod manually, so he didn't even bother with telling the lifepod computer to let him take over. He just sat there and watched as the pod gently set down on a long, wide sandy beach that appeared desolated, except for a single lone, rotted tree stump the size of a cargo container standing out in the sands that, while looking quite like the remains of any random tree he saw on Earth, was also not one that he could hope to identify.

"Update. Atmosphere is breathable, no dangerous microbes detected."

He nodded. "Computer, keep the pod closed for now."

"Instructions received. Please be advised that battery power provides for fifty years of life support."

"Thanks," he said dryly with a snort. He'd die of starvation before that, if he stayed in here.

The pod settled onto the sand so gently he almost didn't feel the landing.

Staring out at the sands while watching the waves lap at the distant shoreline, Ian Scranton just sat there in his pod and started to ponder what he would do next. Occasionally, he would look back at the shadowy form of the giant stump looming over him, just to make sure it wasn't coming alive to attack him.

After a while of nothing at all coming to mind in the form of even an idea for a survival strategy, he fell asleep.

Only to be awakened by the pod's violent shaking.

His eyes flew open to be greeted by the bright rays of the morning sun...

... and two women staring down at him with confusion.

Two large women, easily twice his height by the looks of them.

Two large women, each with a face and an upper body like a human woman and a lower torso like that of a fish; one with gray and blue scales, the other with aqua and blue scales. Their seaweed-like hair was matted to their heads, and their sickly yellow eyes were slitted, like the eyes of a reptile. Their groping hands were scaly, with slick, yet tough-looking scales that tapered off at the wrists, and they ended in fingers with unusually long fingernails, like jaundiced claws.

Mermaids?!

His jaw fell open as his heart raced; their hands were grasping all over the pod, apparently looking for a way to get it open.

"Oh shit!" he gasped. "Computer! Lift off! Short distance hop or whatever you can-"

Suddenly the massive piece of driftwood he'd seen earlier, found its way into one mermaid's hands as she hefted the massive object, which was as big as she was, and bashed the pod clumsily, causing it to roll. Ian was tossed around violently.

"Firing engines..." the computer started to say, when another hard impact struck the ship.

"Warning. Engines damaged. Fuel leak present."

"Oh God..."

The two mermaids wasted no time seizing the giant tree trunk together and hoisting it up high again for another bash. Their mega bludgeon was driven down upon the pod by its sheer weight and the force of gravity, causing the panoramic display system to flicker and short out.

"Warning. Shields-"

The next impact came right away; though lesser in magnitude, it was enough to silence the computer and cause the hull to bend.

"Oh GOD!" Ian scramed, now trapped in complete darkness, his only hope for a companion now dead. Even if it was just an artificial intelligence system, it was the only thing that he could talk to. Now, with these mermaids bashing their way in, he didn't even have that... if he survived whatever they had in store for him, he was all alone.

Then, as he expected, the lifepod was ripped open by the curious mermaids' clawed hands.

Light and a fresh cool sea breezeflooded inside as they leaned over to take a look at him.

When one of them greeted him with a loud "Mmmm," and a brief licking of her lips, it was at that point that he realized he had indeed gambled wrong. Horribly wrong.

Ian screamed at the very top of his lungs in panic.

While he lay there, pressed tightly against the wall behind him, looking up at these two giant mermaids now reaching into the pod, another woman's face appeared above and behind them. Her face was quite human, and even more beautiful than the mermaids; except her skin was a dark, warm shade of green, like a mix of pigment and chlorophyll; her hair flowed like leafy vines down over her large breasts. Her eyes were dark green, like her angrily curled lips.

And then, as if defying Ian's sanity, her eyes flashed a bright, emerald green.

To his amazement, two green-pigmented humanoid hands suddenly reached down and seized the mermaids by their heads. They wailed; and then their screams receded into the distance, cut off by the loud splashes of their impact with the water.

He didn't need to see to know they'd been flung God knows how far away, into the ocean.

Still, his screaming didn't stop; and for good reason, as no sooner did the mermaids get thrown away, than this new woman reached down, effortlessly split the pod further open, and seized the trapped, helpless man between her warm-as-life fingers.

As he was lifted into the air, he quickly realized she was not as human as she initially looked. Her body was built like an athletic human female, but her belly button was more like a tree knot. Her entire body was green, and her veins stood out prominently. She stood, by his estimate, at least six stories tall.

He suddenly struggled violently in her grip, but all that resulted in was her hand closing completely around him, holding him securely.

And then, as she studied him, she parted her dark green lips to reveal her mossy green tongue.

She was going to swallow him alive! Just like the Grue were said to do!

Ian screamed and struggled and squirmed, but the giantess, who was now looking at something behind him, was utterly implacable.

Even if he knew how to properly plead with her for his life, she wouldn't have even understood him. But he still pleaded anyway, even as her moist tongue extended and flattened out like a welcome mat for him.

Things at that point happened very fast; this plant woman was not interested in toying with him or savoring his terror. Instead, all she did was drop him on her wet, warm, velvety tongue, which quickly receded, drawing him head-first into her mouth while coating him in delightfully earthy-scented fluids... her saliva!

Ian kicked and squirmed desperately as both rows of gleaming teeth came together, sealing him in the humid darkness of this plant woman's mouth; but all she did in response was lift her head, tilting him back so he slid backwards, past her tonsils.

Reality and unreality collided inside his head, mixing into waves of disbelief and utter terror as he plunged head-first into the woman's slick, accommodating throat, where her muscles embraced him tightly; with a loud wet clapping noise, her wet flesh rippled around him and contracted, easily kneading him downwards.

Things happened so fast at this point that Ian had no time to struggle. His arms were pinned to his sides as he slid down, the woman's throat muscles carrying him effortlessly, if fairly gently, toward her belly.

By the time he got his bearings, he met the sphincter leading to her stomach. The only true discomfort during this journey came when his shoulders were squeezed through; but that was extremely brief. He slid along the moist, fleshy walls of her stomach to land on his back in the swampy darkness.

Swallowed alive upon arrival. Just like that.

A loud grunt rumbled through the body of the woman who'd just gulped him down. Then he heard the angry screams of two very loud female voices, both of whom were abruptly silenced by the sickening crunch of bones snapping outside. After that, there was a crunch that rumbled all the way through his fleshy prison and made him briefly give thanks that he wasn't whoever that was who was being crushed outside.

But then, as things grew silent, the horror of his own situation fell upon him.

He was in a Grue's stomach, ready for digestion.

Thoughts of acids melting through his skin, creating gaping bleeding wounds until his organs poured out of him and his eyes burned away, made his heart race so wildly that he was starting to feel pain in his left arm.

As he struggled in vain to get to his feet in this slippery, fleshy prison, he could hardly bring himself to care if he was scaring himself into a heart attack. He'd rather die that way than seeing his body dissolving into nutrient soup for some alien man-eating creature.

It was then that he took a deep, conscious breath.

And realized he was breathing in the scent of flowers and soil.

A garden?

He looked around in the darkness and fought to crawl forward along the now shifting surface.

No stomach should have ever smelled like some kind of flower garden.

A moment later, his groping, exploring hands touched something vine-like. With leaves.

"Not harm."

Suddenly, Ian looked up, scanning around. Who said that?

"Not... harm... you."

The voice was coming from outside... all around him.

The plant woman was speaking!

"Who the..." he started to swear out loud as he panted, trying to calm himself down as he realized the stomach juices lightly coating everything around him, were not yet causing his skin to tingle.

"Not... food... you."

Was she saying she wasn't going to harm him? Or was she talking to someone else?

It had to be someone else. After all, she had swallowed him.

"Protect... you." The voice became more cheerful as it rumbled through her stomach all around him.

Ian Scranton's eyes widened. Was she protecting someone from him... or was she protecting him?

No... that was impossible. How could she protect him by swallowing him?!

Something sweet filled the air, caressing his nose. His arms, now propping him up as he crawled on his hands and knees, became weak.

"Want learn you."

Ian's eyes widened as he stared into the infinite darkness, fighting to stay awake as drowsiness gently infiltrated his body, weakening him, making him want to curl up and sleep.

The flesh beneath him suddenly churned, rippling and flipping him on his back. By the time he could react, another warm, moist layer of flesh enveloped him from above, until he was wrapped up in a tight but comfortable embrace.

He made the mistake of jamming his arms by his sides in order to wedge his way out, but then the silky walls around him clenched, pinning him tightly.

He forestalled breathed deeply again, fearing he would be crushed like a rat in a snake's coils; but as his lungs started to burn, he was forced to breathe; the flesh around him relaxed, surprisingly.

Ian tried again to free himself, but apparently the folds of this creature's stomach were too strong.

"Please... sleep you." the soft voice spoke again all around him as his exertions took a greater toll on his stamina, sapping his will to stay awake.

His eyelids became incredibly heavy; despite his will to stay awake, his body felt like it was being drained of energy.

*Sleep gas?* he guessed as his senses dulled and dwindled away.

Ian Scranton woke up on his back, looking up at the canopy of leaves and branches far above him.

He jumped into an upright position and turned to see the same woman who'd swallowed him before... except this time, she was the same size as he was, sitting next to him with her legs crossed.

The air was warm and humid, but the light of the sun shined sparsely through the treetops and he was sitting on moist grass. This was definitely not someone's belly.

And the fact that he was still scared, lost with no idea of when or if he'd be rescued...

... and completely naked...

told him that he'd been stood up by death on this day of their date.

"Hello." the plant-woman smiled softly, offering him what appeared to be a hollowed-out carnation full of clear liquid. "It's water. You are needing this."

Ian blinked as he studied her slender, graceful hand; then he took the cup-like thing and sipped.

It was water, indeed. And ice cold, just as he would like it.

Holding it in his hands, he looked to her and asked, "Who... who are you? And what happened back..." he looked around a bit, "Back there...?"

She nodded. "You are perfectly unfamiliar with this world, so I am explaining to you. I am Isaya. I am the extension of Isaya's will."

He blinked at her with confusion and took a drink of water.

She bowed her head for a moment, then looked up into his eyes. "Isaya is tree spirit. Tree spirit sends me as scout." She paused to think again, then spoke with her usual nervous, unsure tone, "I find suitable tree, tree spirit Isaya enters. I am also extra pair of eyes. I see threats."

Ian looked down briefly at his naked body and sighed; his clothes could be anywhere out there.

But for now that didn't matter. He had to try to communicate with this 'Isaya'.

"So... Isaya... you are a kind of... ehm... outgrowth?" he gestured calmly to her.

"Out...growth..." her eyes darted around for a moment. "Yes... Isaya... keeps me alive with magic..."

Ian nodded, taking another drink. "Ah hah. A kind of familiar, or maybe even an avatar..." he said to himself. To Isaya, he smirked. "I guess we'll call you a Spriggan. Isaya... your master... let's call her a... Dryad... eh?"

Isaya's eyes darted around; then she smiled wider at him. "Ah... Isaya will think about that."

He tightened his lips as a thousand questions ran through his head. "So why did you, uhm... swallow me?" was the one that he uttered first.

Isaya reached out and touched his thigh tentatively. "My master... she is apologizing for causing you great scare, but I was providing you safe from the many fish women at the water line."

He frowned. "Um... how did you learn my language?"

She chewed her lip gently as she answered, "My master use spells on you while you were inside me. She use spells to understand you now. I must close by you. My master learns fastest when you're inside me." When he cringed, she quickly blurted, "I cannot food you! My master assures!"

"Food me..." he repeated as the wheels turned in his head. "Oh..." his eyes widened. "You can't digest me?"

Isaya pointed at him. "Yes! That's the word! No... unable to digest anything in me. Only my master can do that."

That sent a chill racing up his spine. "You're taking me to her?" he said with an involuntary shudder.

Isaya furrowed her brows as she pondered his words, her eyes darting around before her face lit up with realization. "Yes I... Oh! No! My master can... but will not! She... she devours sunlight. And some creatures. It is suffice."

*Decomposing bodies? Photosynthesis?* he said to himself. He was getting incredibly far with this creature in a really short time.

"My master apologies to you..." she sighed, giving him a pleading look that made his heart suddenly sink with dread. "I must learn speaking things faster with you." The voluptuous Spriggan then slowly rose to her feet and, while standing over him, she then put her hand on her belly and cast him a sheepish smile. "Plus... my master enjoys this."

As she backed away from him and grew dramatically in size, the stunned Ian Scranton realized all too well what she meant.

Without delay, the giantess reached down and gently took him into her hand once again, parting her soft green lips and then laying him on his back on her moist tongue.

He nearly had a heart attack again as she rolled him around, immersing him in her saliva; then he slid back into her accommodating throat and was again pushed and massaged down into her stomach, where she induced him to sleep.

Ian awakened in darkness, breathing in the refreshing scent of exotic flowers somewhere around him.

He was still inside the miniature, damp cave that was Isaya's stomach.

Horrified, he shuddered and sat upright, looking around.

Oddly enough, there was now light emanating from a network of glowing vines running up along the folded, glistening walls of his fleshy enclosure; he could see the sphincter above where her throat met her stomach. No doubt he could stand up and push his head into the opening - but as it closed quite tightly, it probably would prevent any hope of escape.

All around him, he saw rows of folded moist flesh, from which stood out flowers of many various types, although Isaya's dimly-lit belly made it hard for him to tell their shapes except what vaguely looked like dandelions, carnations and other almost recognizeable plants all around him.

It was a garden!

And then he heard and felt a profound growling noise that made him shudder with renewed fear.

The rumble of a hungry stomach!

But it was coming from inside him.

He was hungry!

"Ah, you're awake." a loud, yet soft voice rumbled all around him, exuding an air of confidence he had noticed was missing from Isaya before. "It's evening outside, young human, and given the number of dangerous animals around, I'm keeping you safe in my belly for now until I return home."

Ian looked around. The sheer absurdity of the situation nearly caused him to forget himself. Fighting back a laugh of disbelief, he sighed and sat cross-legged. "Uhm... Isaya... I'm hungry." At that point he gave up the fight and burst into laughter. "What the fuck..." he muttered, shaking his head. "I'm in a monster's stomach and I'm the one who's hungry..."

An amused giggle shook her belly slightly, jostling him onto his side. "I know. It's about time. But before I reveal to you the food I've grown for you there in my verdant body... please, be courteous!"

Ian pondered her request for a moment before he realized what she was getting at. "Oh... um... I'm Ian. Ian Scranton. From planet Earth."

"Mmm-hmm..." came her response. "And as I said, my belly is quite fertile... capable of producing food for you."

The floor of her stomach churned slightly; he turned in the direction of the slick noises and saw the fleshy folds turning inside out, revealing some bulging, watermelon-sized fruits.

"It's called a Gollap. Open one up and you'll find all the nourishment you need."

Ian blinked as he stared at the fruit pods in front of him; then he crawled forward to study them up close.

The pods were slick, coated completely in wetness.

"Uhm... what is all this fluid all over the food? And all over the floor for that matter?"

"Oh!" her delighted voice responded. "This will take a lot for you to get used to. That is water, which feeds the garden you lay in now. It may not look... um... tempting to you, but it's purified before it gets inside me. You just have to trust me."

Ian took a deep breath and sighed out slowly. He didn't want to refuse her... hospitality. So what else was there to do but open up the pods in front of him?

So he opened a pod and took out a Gollap. Its skin's true color was hard to discern as it merely reflected the feeble green light filling the fleshy chamber. But even one sparing, cautious bite from the strange thing erased all care or concern about its pigmentation. It had the sweetness of a honeydew melon and its fibers had the crunch of a celery.

"It is a Gollap," she repeated. "You will find it provides many vital resources for you."

Ian nodded and continued to eat, although slowly. Sitting in a living thing's stomach didn't do well for his own appetite, no matter how hungry his body said it was. "It's good!" he replied, as much out of respect as from honesty.

"I hope it is satisfying," Isaya spoke in a fairly formal tone. "I can learn your language but knowing the honesty of your words is... confusing."

A slight grin played on his lips as he realized she wasn't really good at mind reading. But who knows how she might manage to get around that limitation? After all, she had learned his language. It was best to mind one's thoughts as well as one's words. "Oh these... ehm... gollaps are very delicious, ma'am!" he blurted, taking another bite.

"Mmm. I'm glad it satisfies you..." she said, her voice more cheerful. "When you're finished, you must sleep."

"Well, I'm just about done."

"I am very sorry about this, Mr. Ian. I know being trapped in my belly is a frightening experience, but you will be safer there."

"The accommodations are... unusual... but it works," he lied as he ate the last of the gollap's fibery filling.

His fleshy prison shook slightly with her laughter. "That was not all that convincing," she joked with him.

Ian shrugged and snickered. "I mean, don't get me wrong... I appreciate being a guest instead of food..."

"I know," came her empathetic reply. "You should lay down now."

He nodded and looked around him at the glistening folds of her belly; then he slowly laid down between them and quickly sank into her moist flesh. A quiet squishing noise followed as he was gently enfolded him in darkness. Deep, dreamless sleep came only moments later.

Mere seconds passed in his perception before he was awakened to the uncomfortably tight embrace of something squeezing his shoulders.

Before he could get his bearings, the feeble light of the early morning sun appeared overhead beyond the treetops, and he found himself looking up at Isaya's cleavage and the concerned expression on her face. Realizing he was on his back, he tried to twist around, groaning and grunting with exertion, but whatever had a grip on him, continued to squeeze him with tight contractions out into the thick, humid morning air. He couldn't even move, was the wooden-like sphincter through which he was being pushed, had his arms pinned.

*What the hell am I being pushed out of?* he asked himself in a panic, squirming to free his hands while Isaya reached down and cradled him with her hand. *Please, God, not her ass!*

Then as his arms slipped free of the sphincter that he was being pushed through, he began to gain a bit of perspective as to where he was.

He was emerging from the middle part of her abdomen, from a depression in her belly that greatly resembled the knot from the side of a tree, or the point where a branch may have been torn off. It was one of the few parts of her body that made her remotely look like a plant-woman as opposed to a woman who merely had chlorophyllic green skin.

Although it was positioned fairly high on her body, he came to realize, to his mild comfort, that he was being squeezed out of her through her belly button.

Finally as his struggles lessened, his hands and arms came free and with that, his waist; finally his legs and feet slipped through and he fell gently into Isaya's soft palm, his legs dangling over the edge.

Isaya studied him for a bit and then smiled. "Good morning, Ian," her voice echoed through the forest. "I am sorry I startled you, but there is no other way for you to exit me."

Ian rubbed his eyes as his mind processed her words; then his chest heaved with a mighty snort as he burst into laughter. "Yeah..." he looked around at her fingers rising up around him, "I um... hey... I strongly appreciate that." Looking behind him, toward the ground, or wherever he thought her crotch was, he said, "Please, by all means, send... I mean, let me out, or whatever... through your belly button."

After laying him in the cool, moist grass, she then shrank down to human size. It was then, without her hundred feet-plus body to block the way, that he was treated to another astonishing sight that he instantly knew he shouldn't have been surprised by, but which nonetheless struck fear into his heart and made his legs too rubbery for him to try and stand.

Rising majestically at least a kilometer or more behind Isaya was a tree whose dark brown trunk was as wide as his field of view. Even other large trees in front of it looked woefully insignificant to this one, some of whose branches drooped down through the low hanging clouds above.

Looking up as high as he could see, it became plainly obvious that there was no way he could fathom the height of that tree from where he would be standing. In fact, even if the mists of the drifting clouds weren't hiding the tree's canopy, he did not imagine ever seeing the top without assistance getting near the treetops.

As Ian lay there staring up into the sky with slack-jawed amazement, Isaya scooted over and sat next to him, laying flat on her back and looking in the same direction.

Before she could speak, he pointed up at the clouds. "Isaya, right?"

She nodded. "Her voice is very loud. Plus she is enjoying this morning's catch right now... so she speaks through me."

Ian's eyes raised as his heart jumped slightly. "Uh... catch?"

Isaya nodded. "I fought a few scaly lizard creatures this morning. Wide mouthed beasts. They hunt in packs. You might call it a frog judging by its head and an iguana from looking at its body. It's almost twice as big as those fish women..."

Suddenly, the air vibrated with a faint yet deep churning, grumbling noise coming from the direction of the tree, like the muffled sound of a bubbling cauldron. The color drained right from Ian's face as he cringed and scooted back instinctively.

"Oh my God..."

Isaya was quick to explain. "Oh... I'm sorry... I removed the creature's head and then fed it to my master. It is inside my master's belly, which is what you're hearing now."

His jaw hung open as he stared at her with horror. "I... I thought... what the fuck!" Another wet grumbling sound came from the giant tree. "She DOES eat living things!"

Seeing him about to scramble to his feet, Isaya grabbed his arm. "Ian..."

But he was not to be calmed so easily; he pulled away and slipped on a patch of mud; it was then that Isaya sprang on him, straddling his naked waist. She might have looked almost entirely human, but she was quite heavy for her semi athletic frame, and much stronger than she looked. Holding the squirming human down and pinning his arms to the grass, was not at all a problem.

"Ian," her incessantly innocent eyes narrowed, her brows furrowing with irritation. "I would not be pleased if you tried to run. My master does not eat sentients. You are a sentient. She won't eat you. Not ever. But since my stomach can't harm you, I will swallow you." She licked her lips with desire. "My master feels it when you slide down my throat... when you settle into my belly... and she deeply enjoys when I do it. I believe the word is... vicarious?" In response to his nervous nod, she looked down at her abdomen and warned, "If you struggle, you go back in my stomach."

Ian shuddered, trembling with fear under her. "Uh... okay... fine," he said nervously, trying to relax. "I'm cool."

She smiled as another rumble came from the great tree beyond. "Good." Then she bent down and planted her moist green lips upon his.

Right then, as she pressed her lips harder on his, the ground shook as something dug into the forest floor nearby with a deep, thunderous crunching sound.

Ian thought to turn his head, but Isaya held him down, her warm tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Nevertheless, though, above her, he could see a network of wooden branches fashioned into a sort of hand, with many fingers, as they lifted into the sky.

In its grasp, however, he got a brief glimpse of the truth in Isaya's words; the body of a giant iguana-shaped creature lay limp, its long tongue lolling out of the mouth of its frog-like head, which was just dangling there, as if its neck had been snapped. It quickly disappeared into the clouds, no doubt to be swallowed by the mega sized Dryad standing over them.

Isaya's vine-like hair came to life at this point, draping over them so he could not see anything beyond her. Her tongue tasted minty as it moved around in his mouth, using her saliva to aggressively spread the flavor all over. At the same time, something wet and fleshy slid back and forth over the underside of his now sensitive, erect penis.

Her nether lips! She was more human-like than he imagined!

At the same time a faint, wet clapping sound rolling by; the sound of something being gulped down.

His eyes widened; how was it that he was aching for sex right now?

But as Isaya continued to mash her lips into his, he realized it was because she was quite enough a woman as far as his body was concerned - right down to her hard nipples pressed against him.

Then she sat up, brushing her hair back. Looking down at him commandingly, she warned, patting her abdomen, "Don't fight me. I want to get to know your body and I can do so just as easily churning you around in here."

Ian nodded. "Damn. Are you horny?"

"I am," she smiled. "I have taken the form of the dominant species in the area... the fairies, as you would call them... and part of what happens to me is I get horny. I would like to know if you get this way."

"Fairies?! Are you serious?" His eyes shifted as he started to think; then he rephrased himself, "I mean, yeah! I can!"

She started rubbing her vagina against his cock-head, forcing him to suck in his breath as he realized she was quite serious.

"You're not all that different from male fairies... I've never been able to get close to one in this way, but..." she looked down for a moment. "Hmm... you're much bigger down there." Seeing a proud grin dawn on his otherwise nervous face, she continued, "I know what it's like to pleasure the women fairies who come by... but they're so jealous of their males, and their males aren't easy to arouse." She looked down at their genitals and then smiled at him. "But you're so big, Ian... and so ready."

"Oh my God..." he muttered, admiring her body. Her breasts were succulent, begging to be paid attention to. Isaya's belly was quite taut and well toned, although not too muscular as to be unfeminine. His eyes traveled up to her neck and face, and it dawned upon him - he'd actually been gently squeezed down her dark green throat and held in her stomach, within her incredibly beautiful body. And it was more than likely that he'd wind up there again.

Unbeknownst to him, his erection swelled dramatically. But it didn't escape Isaya's notice. Sensing he was ready, her wet slit passed over his cock-head one more time before she pushed down, letting her flesh mold around his. Ian's eyes widened as she then slid down on him, her warm, silky wet folds easily enveloping his sensitive organ, half way down to its base. Then, as her muscles clamped down, his pleasure skyrocketed.

He sucked in his breath; he was really going to cum. And if he pushed her off, she would swallow him again, and probably still find some way to get him off inside her. At least this way he could be looking at her humanoid body, especially her beautiful, innocent face and jiggling breasts, while he plunged into a satisfying climax.

Looking down with concern, she muttered, "Hmmm... that's a little bit deeper than I was ready for..." She cast him a puzzled look. "Does it hurt?"

Lingering yearningly near the edge of release, Ian's mind ceded control to his groin as he nodded, "No! No way! Oh my God it feels good!"

She nodded, then bit her lip, pushing down more, forcing her insides to give way to his flesh. "Ummm... do you want me to take your penis completely inside?"

Despite the rumbling and gurgling noises thundering from the mountainous tree in the distance, Ian's eyes widened with disbelief as he thrust upwards at her with need. "Oh God, Isaya, please do!"

"Is this okay?" Isaya said with a smiled as she relaxed and slightly altered her insides, allowing the resistance at the tip of Ian's engorged organ to give way for him to slide all the way into her now lengthened and tightened vagina. "I hope you're comfortable."

Ian suddenly dug his fingers into the cool, damp soil, gouging two fists full of dirt as he squirmed under her, unable to stop himself from going over the edge. Through gritted teeth, he panted, "FUCK yes, oh God Isaya... oh fuck! I'm cumming!"

Isaya studied Ian with rapt curiosity, his head tossing from side to side as his back arched and he let out a deep, happy groan. Then, to her surprise, his penis swelled inside her and began to twitch violently. Out of concern she sat firmly in his lap and bore down with her muscles, attempting to still his spasming organ and get herself familiar with the texture of its flesh and its shape.

She was then caught by surprise by his loud, triumphant cry of ecstasy; her mouth flew open when she felt hot jets of sperm splashing against her flesh deep inside while he grunted and bucked hard against her. Gyrating her hips slowly, she felt his cock-head and pulsating vein as well, noting the forceful spurts that accompanied each loud groan and powerful jerk of his erect organ.

Ian's chest heaved and his exerted grunts became more forceful as Isaya's tightly clenched inner muscles forced him to release a year of pent up sexual frustration into her body in the most exhausting and satisfying orgasm of his life.

Still curious about what had just happened, she watched him collapse on his back and lay there beneath her, breathing deeply with a weak, delirious smile plastered on his face as he started to recover.

After a moment, she gently took his hands and caressed them until they unclenched; then she lifted her own hands to see the soil that had been rubbed into her palms. A proud smile crossed her face; it occurred to her that Ian's exhausted state was due to the same debilitating pleasure she had given to her master's fairy companions.

This, then, she realized, had to be his version of an orgasm. She hadn't needed to accommodate a woman fairy's genitals, of course, so they never left any of this strange sticky fluid inside her, but the cries, the bucking, the exhaustion and the tired, yet sated smile in the end, were all the same.

"Ian... I'm going to lay you in a nice warm liquid bath for now, while you recover. Your body will relieve itself there. Don't be alarmed."

His mind wasn't even attempting to understand what she said as he drifted back into drowsiness. The ground under him gave way slightly, forming a bowl contoured to fit his naked body as she got up and sat beside him. With a wave of her hands, he closed his eyes and slept. While he slept, his body emptied itself right into the ground. Afterwards the bowl filled with water; his body was cleansed and in return, the soil was enriched.

When Ian woke up again, the clouds had moved away in favor of the midday sunlight. The wind was blowing lightly and there was some rustling sounds to cool his face. As his vision cleared, he noticed the vast canopy of huge branches and billions of leaves that loomed overhead. The sun was shining directly through a vast, V-shaped gap above him, which had obviously been forced open by some unnatural force - no doubt by the Dryad who was Isaya's master. Oddly enough, this was the first time he also heard the not so faint sound of birds chirping.

Sitting upright, he looked around and saw Isaya sitting next to him.

"Good afternoon, Ian," she replied. The first thing his eyes focused on were her firm nipples pointing straight up, begging to be sucked.

"Um, 'morning..." he muttered, blinking again as he focused on her face. This time, though, his memories of what had happened in his last waking moments, flooded back to him.

The more embarrassing things came first.

"My body... relieving itself?" he muttered.

She giggled and turned to lay on her side against his. "Yes," she slid her soft, slender hand against his bare chest, "As a master of the local herbs and the craft thereof, I fed you what you would call a detoxing agent when you were last in my belly. I knew the moment it was going to flush your system. Your orgasm caused all kinds of internal muscle spasms that helped it along, too." She smirked. "I laid you in a nice little natural version of a tub and your body let it all out."

He shuddered. "Let it all out, huh. Must have stunk up the place."

She shook her head. "It's now ten feet under the surface. Nourishing the local plant life." She patted her belly. "I can easily flush your body inside me, too." In response to the stunned look on his face, she added, "My system simply carries it into the ground."

Ian's jaw clamped shut as his mind switched gears to match her mature, serious tone. His body had basic functions to deal with, there was no denying that. She was a plant woman who tended the forest, which benefitted from the waste that his body produced. From what he heard, there were far worse methods of handling this issue for troops in power armor on long range missions - much less for stranded souls like him.

And so he merely nodded. "I guess y'all got a good thing going on here," he looked around with a growing sense of appreciation. "So what'll I do now?"

As a shadow crossed over them, Isaya smiled, then pointed up. "Meet Isaya... my master."

Goosebumps raised up on his flesh even before his head tilted toward the sky, and for good reason; staring down at them was the face of the real Isaya, a mountainous visage leaning forward to block the light of the sun from far greater than a kilometer above. Dryad Isaya's face was identical to Spriggan Isaya's, except the rest of her body was pure wood protected by bark that he wouldn't trust anything but a kiloton-class nuke to penetrate. There was nothing else that was human about her; no bosom, and no arms, save perhaps for her countless branches. No doubt her face appeared only if she was greeting someone.

Or swallowing someone?

"I am an extension of her," Isaya the Spriggan explained. "My master keeps me alive with her magic. She replenishes her magic through the sunlight that passes through her leaves, or if she's in a hurry, she eats things."

His heart jumped again. "Things? As in, living things?"

"Non sentient things. Dead things also go in her belly. Sentient things would replenish her magic faster... but unlike others of her kind, she despises doing that."

Ian raised an eyebrow. "Unlike others of her kind?"

The Spriggan nodded. "Others aren't so repulsed by it. Other dryads might eat you if the mood arises."

He whistled. "Just my luck." He folded his arms behind him. "I fled Earth to avoid being sent to a place like this."

The Isaya sitting next to him shook her head. "So how did you wind up here?"

He snorted. "Fate. God. The devil. Who knows. I was shot out of a lifepod nearby here."

"Ahhhh. That thing the fish women almost pulled you out of..."

"Yeah, that one. It landed here." He shrugged. "Lucky me." Turning to her, he forced an upbeat smile and asked, "So... Isaya... who are these... fairies? Are they dangerous?"

Isaya snorted, as if he should have known the answer to that - which he did. "They would eat you, Ian... to replenish their magic. Sometimes, like the ones near the desert far north, will even go crazy and eat one another. And there are many of them."

His shoulders sagged. "Many of them?"

She nodded. "It's okay, though. I appease them by being fed to them when they need magic energy."

Ian's jaw fell open. "Being fed to them?! Huh?" He held his hands up defensively. "Hold on... I seriously don't understand that."

Isaya brushed back a leafy green lock that drooped over her eye; had Ian not seen her as a giantess, he would have been hard pressed from this distance to notice that they were vines, rather than oddly thick hairs. "Ah, you're not from here." She gestured, "Fairies recharge their magic several ways... primarily by laying in the sun. Their wings recharge magic much faster than my master's body does... at least when it comes to one of your square inches versus square inch. My master has millions of times more surface area, though."

He nodded. "The leaves."

She nodded back. "So since my master... Isaya..." she glanced upwards, "has so much magic energy, she can create me many times over. Since faires recharge their magic faster by eating living things," she put her hand over her bosom, "I, as a living thing, can provide them with what they need. I don't generate as much magic energy for them as you would, but I am essentially an endless resource."

Ian raised an eyebrow. "You don't generate as much?"

She shook her head. "My life force springs from my master. Very little is invested in me." She pointed at him, "You, on the other hand, glow quite brightly with life energy. Your life force is much stronger than even that of a fairy. Which means you can even be seen through objects. A fairy on the other side of a small mountain, could see you clearly... like a beacon."

Ian shuddered as goosebumps raised on his skin. "Woah. So they'll be coming for me, then?"

Before Isaya could respond, another female voice spoke behind him. "Is class over yet?"

Ian practically spun about on his ass, grinding hard in the soil to see another naked woman standing over them with her arms folded, a mischievous grin playing on her pink lips.

This one looked even more human than Isaya, with her flawless, almost glowing tan skin. There were two major differences between her and a human female, though - namely, the feelers straddling her eyebrows and swaying high on her forehead amidst her richly ferric hair - and her sparkling, butterfly wings.

A fairy.

Ian leaned back on his arms and forced his lips into a nervous grin. "Uhhh... hello."

The redheaded fairy shook her head. "Gilena is what the Silurheans call me. But you can call me Roshana."

Ian took a deep breath of relief through his nose. "Silurheans? Who are they?"

Roshana's eyes shifted this way and that as she pondered her response. "I guess..." her face trembled. "I mean, they are my people." She smacked her bitterly curled lips as if she had just eaten a pile of feces. "For now." She looked up in the sky for a moment. "It's too complex. I am one of them but I am not of them." She looked into his eyes. "I will not ever devour you, Ian, but as Isaya told you... I need her for now."

Ian saw her breasts heave with a deep breath of resignation, and suddenly he knew what she was talking about.

"Maybe you should see this now so you can get used to it," Isaya said as she stood up. Ian's eyes fell to her slender feet as she walked over to Roshana.

He braced himself as Isaya kissed Roshana softly on her lips, then waved at him. Roshana's slender fingers crep up to her shoulders, and then Isaya seemed to disappear; he blinked with disbelief as he realized Roshana was now holding a miniature version of Isaya who had been reduced to a size smaller than her hand.

Roshana sighed and fixed her eyes on his. "Isaya is a plant, Ian. I can eat plant proteins... I can also eat animal proteins as well, but I refuse to. Fortunately my ability to do that will very soon change."

Ian breathed in deeply, trying to calm down his apprehensions. "Yeah... I get it," he lied. "But how did you learn my language?"

"Fair enough, I will explain... but first..." she said with a nod; then she parted her lips to lay Isaya on her tongue head-first. Her tongue cradled the shrunken plant woman, carrying her inside her mouth.

The scene was all too familiar; Roshana lifted her head and then swallowed; Isaya became but a large lump in Roshana's esophagus.

Ian could hardly move as he watched Roshana's throat carry Isaya's form down into her chest to settle in her stomach. The unreality of Isaya walking up to her and going down without even a struggle, threw him into delirium as his mind was forced to both supplant logic and reasoning with the utterly preposterous, and also accept the ideas that something completely impossible had just happened, and what was probably the most horrible thing he'd ever seen, wasn't that bad at all.

Roshana patted her pendulous breasts once and recomposed herself. "There... my magic will recharge once she's..." she looked at him again and sighed. "Once my body's done with her." She then gestured toward the tree. "Oh, good... you might like to know that Isaya is back."

Her warning gave him time to get to his feet and turn slowly. Walking up to them as an exact copy of the plant woman that Roshana had just swallowed.

He gulped. "Isaya?"

She came up and gave him a kiss. "Yes, I am the one you call Spriggan Isaya."

"And just so you know, Ian," Roshana came up to his side, her warm fingers touching his and raising visible goosebumps all over his naked body, "as a fairy, I am better at learning languages than others. I have runelore and glyphlore spells that I can cast on you at a distance. I've been studying you all night while flying cover for Isaya's distant travels."

He fought the urge to shudder. "Cover?" he said, looking away from her.

At this point, Ian could barely stand to look at Roshana after she'd swallowed Isaya. Yet as revolting as it was to see her gulp down a shrunken version of a woman that for all intents and purposes looked quite human, the thing that terrified him the most was himself. As hard as it was to deal with Roshana, it was becoming frighteningly obvious to him that the more he dwelled on that beautiful plant woman laying in her fairy friend's stomach, the harder his own erection became.

"Yes," Roshana explained, "Isaya's main goal is to protect local animal species from being wiped out by hungry fairies. With my help."

Suddenly, as he paused to think about her explanation, things started to come into place. "Oh shit... so Isaya sacrifices herself to save the animals around here."

Isaya nodded, walking around in front of him. "To the far northern edge of the continent, near the beach near where I found you, the fairies have devoured everything in their path, and will soon begin hunting the fish women. They're so desperate that they're devouring one another."

That staggered Ian back a step.

While his jaw hung open, Isaya continued, "We fear that they'll migrate south to this area, and attempt to attack the local populace. This is why I work very hard to make sure the local animal populace thrives so that the fairies here don't turn... what's that word... cannibal?"

"The Nosharti up north are bad enough in their feral state," Roshana pointed out as she moved out in front of Ian, checking him out some more, "but down here we have, among others, a large population of Droathas, who are much better fighters and better with magic than the Nosharti." She shuddered. "If the animals go extinct and they go feral... this entire region is doomed."

Ian sighed, ignoring Isaya as her eyes began to focus directly on his crotch. "So... they would even go after Dryad Isaya?"

Roshana's nod sent chills up his spine. "I'm quite certain of that. And her Spriggan agents have found nowhere for her to flee to as of yet."

"Mmmm," Isaya moaned, staggering Ian with her words, "have you ever seen fairy men get aroused as easily as this?"

Roshana's eyebrows raised as she pondered Isaya's comment; then she looked at Ian as well. "Oh..." Then her eyes lit up as a bright smile played across her face. "Oh!" She chewed her lip, taking a moment to admire his stiff, thick flesh standing out at attention. "Wow. And he's really big, too."

Ian's jaw hung open as he looked at Isaya and Roshana, backing off as they came back toward him. "Hey... I just had sex," he lied, stalling them for time to figure out how to get himself out of this mess. "I'm not ready for that again."

Roshana snorted. "Your erection betrays you, young man." She grinned, putting her hand over her belly as she curled her finger at Isaya. While the Spriggan came to her side, the wickedly grinning fairy said to Ian, "I have the power to shrink you, Ian, as you saw me do with Isaya." She patted her crotch and then said, "You're making me quite horny with your arousal, and frankly speaking you're the only man that isn't spoken for around here."

Ian's eyebrows furrowed as he realized what she was getting at. Pointing his finger at her angrily, he snarled, "Hold up, Tinkerbell. I ain't fucking no human-gulping monster."

Roshana jerked her head back; even the slight jostling of her breasts commanded his full attention. "First of all, I'm no human gulping monster!" she shot back between bared, nearly clenched teeth. "I've never eaten a living thing and haven't even had a drop of dead meat in nearly 19 full planetary revolutions... 19 years, by your definition! So don't confuse me with any 'human gulping' monsters." She pointed in the direction of the great Dryad now looming behind Ian. "Not even Isaya would consider you as food-"

"She likes swallowing me just to feel me go down her throat!" Ian protested forcefully, his voice dripping with frustration. "Oh, I mean, she likes to do it vicariously, through her Spriggan avatar here. She has her Spriggan behead animals and feed them to her. What's stopping her from putting me on the menu one day?"

Roshana folded her arms. "Back up a second, Ian... Tinkerbell? Is that not one of your little cartoon fairies?"

His lip curled into a sneer. "Yeah, and?"

She was quick to put her knowledge of his language to use. "No wait... lemme ask this way... would that be like me calling you, say, a piece of white trash?"

Ian shrugged. "Whatever floats your fucking battleship, Roshana. As long as you don't call me dinner. But just so you know, my mother is Armenian, Russian, Spanish-"

Her wings, having remained unmoving behind her back, now flapped slowly, deliberately, under the power of her own muscles. "You know," she narrowed her eyes at him, cutting him off, "I could easily put a magic shield around your body and gulp you down and let you safely watch my belly in action and then teleport you back out. Really. I can do that."

Isaya was quick to warn her, "Uhm, he'd probably empty himself out of sheer terror. Like the Dinga would."

Roshana smiled. "Thanks to you, he already did that."

Thoughts of sitting in Roshana's stomach watching it digest food all around him, suddenly changed Ian's tone dramatically. "Hey... look, we're cool, okay?" he held his hands up defensively.

Isaya pointed at his groin and moaned softly. "Ooh, look at that... I think you just made him even bigger and harder."

Ian was painfully erect, but only now did he actually realize it as he looked down and saw a droplet of precum drip from his engorged head. "Oh, fuck..."

Roshana stepped up closer to him. "Indeed, you're right." Glaring at him, she said, "That Tinkerbell remark is going to cost you."

The color drained from Ian's light olive toned face. "Oh shit... hey look, I was angry, okay?" he pleaded, backing off slowly. "I didn't mean it!" As she continued to calmly approach him, he began retreating. Ignoring the snap of twigs biting into his bare feet, he held his hands up and protested, "Hey, come on, you can't get that mad over a damned word! I'm sorry, okay! I'll never say it again!"

Isaya smirked as she folded her arms; Roshana caressed her abdomen, "Oh come on, Ian, you know I won't harm you." Seeing his pupils dilate, she egged him on, "Aren't you at least curious to see what happens to food in a fairy's belly?"

"I know what happens," he said forcefully.

"But I can help you see it up close," Roshana came even closer. Then she put her hands on his shoulders; in an instant, she held him in her hand. As Ian stiffened in horror upon realizing he had been shrunken down, she looked down and smiled. "I can... but I won't." her now very large lips moved before his widened eyes. Her voice boomed, "I want you inside me in another way."

Isaya came closer and watched as Roshana sat on the grass and then laid back, bending and spreading her knees as she let her wings stretch out across the grass.

Lifting the shuddering human over her breasts, Roshana narrowed her eyes at him. "Calling me a Tinkerbell was not a smart thing to do, young man," she scolded him, watching a streamer of pre-cum drool all the way down onto her belly like a silk thread. Seeing him gawk at his dripping cock with horror, she set him gently on her belly, then continued, letting the power of her relatively giantess laugh rattle his bones, "Perhaps after this, you'll rethink comments like that in the future."

Ian was at the point of tears by the time Roshana laid down on her stomach; It was bad enough that this alien woman was doing whatever she wanted to him, going so far as to make him clearly hear the bubbling noises of her stomach working on the plant woman inside. The thought that, mere inches below him, someone who looked quite human was being reduced to a puddle of pure nourishment, left him paralyzed with fear. Even if her hand was not covering him, he couldn't bring himself to twitch, much less move. Isaya's stomach at least could do him no harm; beneath him, though, there were the rumble of growling and gurgling noises to remind him that he could die quite horribly inside this fairy, for little other reason than to provide her some calories and magic energy.

As he fought back the urge to cry, she picked him up again and lifted him low above her belly. Sitting up to address him, she suddenly changed her tune, "Just so you know I was just scaring you with the whole in-my-tummy thing. That route into my body is closed forever to the likes of you, young man." With a wide grin, she added, "In fact it was never open to begin with."

She then brought him down to her crotch. "But this route is quite open to you. As punishment for your comments, however, this is where you're going for a while."

Ian nearly went into hyperventilation as he lay prone and helpless between the fingers of Roshana's left hand, staring directly at her slippery wet vaginal lips pouting thickly from their sparse nest of pubic hair which stood out like a well maintained bed of short, curly ferric grass. His captor's giant middle and index fingers then slid down, her emerald green fingernails cleaving their way between her glistening petals before slowly spreading apart, revealing to him the dripping wet, puckered entrance to her vagina.

Ian stared agape at Roshana's womanhood, displayed so lewdly and openly before him, her inner labia seemingly ready to swallow him head-first. With the sun's rays shining over her lower body, he could even see her muscles deep within, clenching and squishing loudly in preparation for his arrival. The unmistakeably feminine scent of her horny sex at first tempted his nose, but as she opened herself up for him, his breaths became longer and deeper as his nose unwittingly savored her.

Roshana's fingers massaged her entrance, teasing out a trickle of thick liquid that made Ian's mouth water. It was when he caught himself almost drooling that he realized how much his body desired what she was about to do.

"So... let's see... first I need to cast a magic shield spell over you," she commented; a moment later, Ian's naked body tingled all over. "Don't worry, if you feel a tingling sensation, or even if you don't, it means you're taking to my magic just fine."

Terror and self-loathing gradually gave way to a deep sense of relief as the realization of what was coming, finally settled in the logical portion of his mind. There were many, many things worse than being fed to a fairy's vagina and being trapped there for a few hours.

Still, he remained silent, hoping not to aggravate her. His luck was looking to be too good to be true at this point.

"This way you'll have no problem breathing," she explained as she gently turned him on his back between her fingers and then pushed his head into her entrance.

Darkness rushed up and enveloped Ian as he plunged head-first into her oily slick flesh, the scent of her completely overwhelmed his senses. There was an undeniable muskiness about her, but also a mitigating cleanness and healthiness that made it initially hard for him to parse the fact that he was being fed into a woman's warm, damp insides.

At this point he was far more curious than frightened, as his shoulders squeezed through her tight inner labia and the rest of him slid inside, along the gooey wet floor of her vagina.

Just like that, he was fully inside Roshana, completely enclosed in the warmth of her body. Her flesh clenched wetly around him in a comfortable embrace, squishing loudly as he was drawn further within with her tight contractions.

Ian could hardly move; his hands were pinned to his sides while he chanced another deep breath. Fortunately, as she'd promised, breathing was quite easy, as if he were standing outside in the open air instead of trapped in this incredibly cramped, hot, humid place. Fortunately, though, he was not claustrophobic - it was bad enough being barely able to squirm around without the overwhelming sense of panic that came with an irrational fear of closed spaces. Of course, it beat the alternative option of sliding down Isaya's throat into her stomach again.

As Roshana's muscles rippled and clenched around him, he gave a long sigh. He loved the sight of the female form, especially the moist flower of a woman's private parts. It couldn't be all that bad to be inside her womanhood for once, to feel her body's spasms all around him. So he relaxed his body and let the walls of her vagina take control.

Sure enough, a moment later, a wave of warm, sticky fluid washed over his body, followed by the undulations of her muscles massaging her cum into his skin, soaking him completely in her lubrication before steadily kneading him inwards again, towards her molten center.

A deep moan rumbled through her vagina around him while her muscles gradually became more active, slurping and churning.

Ian couldn't help but grin.

She was using him to masturbate.

He would soon experience a woman's orgasm from inside her!

Isaya knelt between Roshana's legs to watch her fairy friend gently massaging her mound. "Wow. I never thought of that. How does it feel?"

Roshana blushed slightly, her ample bosom heaving with each deep, lustful breath. "Mmm... oh Isaya..." her hips lifted slightly, undulating with the waves of pleasure rolling through her body. "You know that bit about me wishing I could get my hands on a fairy male from one of the camps?"

Her girlfriend giggled and bent down to cup her ass with her hands, leaning forward to take a look at her nether lips, now molded together as if to seal Ian within. "I always wondered about that..." Isaya said, breathing in and savoring Roshana's increased arousal and studying the trickle of thick, clear, fluid drooling from her slit into the grass. "But now that I've experienced sex with him... I understand."

Roshana nodded. "Don't get me wrong, it feels good having you squishing around in me..." She licked her lips, "And licking you clean when you come back out... mmm, I love it! But a man..." She put her hand over her bosom, "It just feels... different, and in a good way!"

Isaya gently massaged Roahana's butt, admiring her lower abdomen as she studied the tensing of Roshana's abdominal muscles. "Ooh... look at your belly, your body must be really going to work on him!"

Her breaths came faster as she squirmed. "Oh yes... I'm moving him around inside me, just like I do with you..." Roahana looked down at her belly with a soft smile as she resumed massaging her slit. "In fact, I think I know how to take care of his needs, too."

Isaya grinned. "He gets exhausted by his orgasms."

Roahana moved her fingers up to slowly circle around her clit, biting her lip gently. "Mmm... I'm not sure if I'll even know when he's satisfied." She slid her fingers up to press against her mound.

Isaya furrowed her brows with concern. "Well... you know, you've found ways to help me along and I don't have a nice big protruding sex organ like this one has... maybe you should try working with that?"

Roshana's eyes widened. "Hmmm... you have a point." She licked her lips, then took a few deep breaths before working her vaginal muscles more intensely around the human inside her. "I won't know when he has spilled his seed, but I can massage him for quite a while." She winked. "He'll get there."

Ian continued to fight his fears as he lay helpless inside Roahana's fleshy, sloppy wet channel, completely immersed in the hot and sticky cum churning around him. Despite the perversity of his situation, his nerves were calming. At first, every breath he took he feared would be his last, but now he was breathing easy even as he was being sloshed around in his captor's body. He quickly found that if he breathed hard enough, he got a mouth full of increasingly musky fluids. And then there was the unmistakeable feeling that her juices were pouring from her vaginal walls - as if she were gently squirting all over his body... saturating him.

He smiled; a woman who squirts... it didn't get any better than that. Oh no, wait... it did. Being inside her vagina while she was squirting, in fact, did qualify as better.

It was then, when his anxiety was at its lowest, that her muscles clamped down firmly around him, kneading him again, except this time grinding slickly against his groin.

Massaging his penis.

Ian Scranton let out a loud groan as his engorged organ, already on fire with the need for release, twitched again, and he rushed to the edge right away.

The slurping and sloshing got louder as his body was pushed deeper, his aching penis stroking against her incredibly wet and silky walls.

This was it, he realized; her body was now used to him and was steadily working around his body. Soon she would climax all around him and...

... and then he came. His muscles stiffened suddenly as the fire in his balls erupted and his belly went into spasms. His thick manhood jumped fiercely, pumping waves of cum out onto his belly, which were quickly washed away by Roshana's own flowing juices.

Ian squirmed and let out a long, loud groan of ecstasy as all his strength flowed out of him.

"Ooh... I love how your belly tightens and relaxes," Isaya commented as she squeezed and caressed Roshana's ass.

"Yeah! Keep doing that!" Roahana groaned, gyrating and bumping her hips and down. "Oh yes I can feel him!"

"Oh you must be churning him good inside you!"

"Oh yes!" Roshana gasped, jerking her hips in Isaya's hands as her eyes flew open with surprise. "Oh Isaya! He's moving inside me..." She looked up at Isaya. "I think he's cumming!" She smiled with amazement as her butt tensed. "Oh yes..." She looked up at Isaya, giggling, gyrating her hips. More cum flowed from her slit all over Isaya's hands.

Isaya raised an eyebrow as she watched the creamy, frothy fluid spill from Roshana's depths. "Ooh... I want to taste him. Can I?"

Her fairy girlfriend furrowed her brows as she continued to churn her hips around. "Oooh... he's not gonna like that..."

"Oh... just this once?" Isaya pleaded.

Roshana sucked on her lower lip as she slid off of Isaya's hands and lowered her butt to the grass. Watching her lover licking her fingers, one at a time, she lewdly spread her knees further and sighed. "He's really not going to like this... but I guess you've done it a few times already..." She then slowly rolled over onto her hands and knees, lifting her ass into the air. "C'mon... get under me." She looked over her shoulder and grinned. "I'll make it easy for you."

Isaya's smile spread. "Mmm... this should be fun," she said as she flipped over onto her back and scooted under Roshana's mound.

"Oh, it will be," Roshana promised, slowly lifting herself up on her knees, looking down to admire Isaya's face between her thighs. "Wow..." her mouth fell open, "you really look nice down there!"

Isaya looked up at Roshana's puffy nether lips for a moment to admire her juices dripping down on her chin. "Ooh... this is new."

Roshana nodded, licking her lips and cupping her breasts playfully. "Hmm, it is new..." She lowered herself down onto her heels, pressing her dripping mound onto Isaya's mouth. Her body instantly shuddered with renewed waves of pleasure shooting up her spine. "Ohhh yes!" her voice trembled as she felt her girlfriend's face getting wet underneath her. "Ooh, Isaya, I like this..."

Isaya slid her hands up Roshana's hips as she welcomed her mound with a firm kiss, parting her lips to spread Roshana's slit open. With a loud moan, she began to apply a gentle suction against Roshana's mound, eliciting her sticky juices in her quest to draw Ian forth.

Roshana gasped as she felt Isaya's lips press hard against her sex, slurping and smacking wetly on her womanhood. Her hands squeezed breasts instinctively as her muscles continued to massage Ian inside her.

"Oh yes... suck him out of me," Roshaya commanded huskily, grinding slightly on her girlfriend's lips, her insides now on fire as her cum spilled into Isaya's all too eager mouth.

"Mmm," Isaya moaned louder, sucking and drinking waves of Roshana's juices.

Roshana insistently pushed her clit on Isaya's nose, then growled ferally at the stimulation from Ian sloshing around within her, and the pleasures of Isaya's mouth and nose grinding against her womanhood. In no time, her insides were on fire; she pushed down on Isaya and breathed deeply, closing her eyes in anticipation of her release. At the onset of her spasms, she reached down behind Isaya's head, cradling it in her slender fingers as she ceded control of her body to her thrusting hips.

Ian barely noticed the change in the focus of gravity as it started to push him downwards even though her muscles were still squeezing him up toward Roshana's womb; he was too exhausted to do much more than lay completely immersed in her splashing and churning cum and let her muscles jostle him around. Then, suddenly, what seemed to be a deep, powerful cry of agony rumbled through her body, startling him into awareness again at the same time her hot, sloppy wet walls clamped down possessively around him, squeezing his body relentlessly.

He gasped for breath as he realized... she was cumming.

He only feared that he might be crushed, or at least injured, by Roshana. But that wasn't about to get in the way of the awe and wonder of being trapped in her vagina, being hugged so intimately during her climax while her juices washed his body, saturating him in her scent..

Ian closed his eyes; as she gasped and groaned powerfully around him her vaginal muscles began to clench uncomfortably tight, he realized just how much of an honor it was that his body was giving her spasming depths something to grab while she came.

Roshana jerked and squirmed desperately on Isaya's mouth, trying hard to keep her hips still as her lover insisted upon keeping her lips on her slit to suck out the juices flooding from her. Wetness built up inside her, swelled, and then rushed forth, splashing agains the back of Isaya's throat.

Like most fairy women, Roshana had to get used to the amount of cum her body could make before and during release; but she'd never had a man to help her with that. Isaya, though, was all too eager to show her the way. Sometimes Isaya would suck her off until she was spent and thoroughly exhausted. This time was turning out to be no different.

Instinctively, as the suction became more intense, she mashed her hips down hard, aiming her vaginal entrance right between Isaya's lips; and Isaya happily drank the sticky wet loads of cum gushing from her fairy lover's depths, until she finally let out a loud and triumphant exhale and toppled forwards on her hands and knees.

It was then, while Roshana was catching her breath, that Isaya's lips caught Ian's feet and he slid out of Roshana onto her tongue along with a flood of warm gooey cum. Ian never saw the light of day as he slid onto Isaya's tongue and she closed her lips, sealing him inside her mouth.

Roshana groaned again, picking up her right leg to flip over and lay on her side; Isaya's face was a glistening mess as she moved to sit on her knees. The sight of her frothy cum dripping down on Isaya's slowly heaving breasts made her dizzy with arousal all over again.

The enthralled fairy couldn't resist reaching down to massage her clit while watching Isaya smiling at her or the outlines of Isaya's tongue moving Ian around in her mouth. A low, appreciative moan rumbled in Isaya's throat as she took her time tasting her human captive, using her saliva to practically clean him off.

Isaya took her time savoring her exhausted human treat as Roshana's mouth hung open longingly, her fingers circling her clit slowly, reigniting the flames of pleasure inside her. Her tongue gently lashed and massaged Ian's entire body, moving him around so that, once again, his head was aimed at her throat. Then she closed her eyes and continued to enjoy the taste of Roshana's cum clinging persistently to his body,

Isaya waited until she heard the squishing sounds of Roshana's fingers madly stroking her slit and her breaths quickening into soft, desperate pants of imminent release, before she finally lifted her chin slightly to completely expose her neck. Before Roshana's anxious yet unbelieving eyes, she let Ian slide back across her velvety wet tongue into her throat, and then gulped loudly with a satisfied moan that instantly triggered a deep gasp from her fairy lover as she went over the edge. Roshana let out a strong, forceful groan as she watched Isaya licking her lips with satisfaction while Ian's body formed a bulge that easily rolled down Isaya's relaxed throat and down into her chest.

Slowly, she lowered her chin and caressed the green flesh of her belly. "Mmm," she breathed out deeply, leaning back slightly to let Roshana see her breasts rising and falling. while Ian finished his trip down her esophagus to settle in her stomach.

Roshana growled loudly, her body shuddering as she fell onto her belly, furiously stroking her mound as she soared into a completely new dimension of ecstasy and release.

"I can't believe I masturbated to the greatest orgasm of my entire life while watching you swallow Ian like he was a damned *meal*," Roshana brushed her disheveled head back from her face as she sat cross-legged a few minutes later, still catching her breath.

Isaya remained sitting on her knees, brushing the green vines that made up her hair, all to one shoulder. "I knew you'd like it." She then strummed her fingers along her belly. "And I drank enough of your juices that it smells like you inside." She looked at her now sweaty lover and giggled. "Maybe I'll lick you some more to fill my belly with more of your cum."

Roshana chuckled. "Hello! I'm a fairy! We women produce constantly, dear. I can fill your belly up until he's swimming in my cum."

Isaya raised an eyebrow. "You know, he's really relaxed right now in my belly. I think we ought to do it before he remembers himself."

Roshana smirked. "My cum has mild sedative properties. And aphrodisiac hormones, too. He'll wake up out of his mind with arousal."

"Would you mind if I masturbated while you have sex with him?"

Roshana laughed. "We can have him together. You ride his face like I did yours and I'll ride his penis. We can even see how much he shoots when he's full of my hormones."

Isaya grinned. "Good idea." Then her eyes darted around with concern. "You said your cum is a sedative..."

Roshana's response was quite confident. "You won't even need to use sleep fragrances on him." She gestured at Isaya's abdomen. "Give it a few minutes with what he already has in his system and and he'll be out long enough for us to do our patrol and get back."

Isaya looked down and stroked her belly again. "Mmm... good. With him sleeping in my stomach we won't have to worry about someone snatching him and flying off."

Roshana snorted. "And the Droathas would do that, too. Damned sneaky little patrols."

Isaya nodded. "Hopefully he'll have pleasant dreams."

Roshana snorted a laugh as she pushed herself up on her feet. "Oh, I bet he will. But just in case... when he wakes up we'll make damned sure he's too busy cumming to be mad at what we did." She then took Isaya's hand and pulled her up. "C'mon, we've got some ground to cover."