The Knight and the Hungry Princess (Part 2)

Part 2 of the poll story!  Y'all voted that the princess betrays and digests the knight.  Read that below, along with her next meal. . .

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King Decarte climbed off his horse and looked up at Farona’s tower. The tiger always came by to check if the criminal had been digested—he loved seeing them tortured with his own eyes, watching those last moments as they flashed before him.

Her daughter’s gift had been such a blessing to his kingdom. Keeping the people in line let him rule efficiently, without worrying about things like revolt. He loved how everything was in order, everything in its place, and with Farona, he could squelch all who threatened that.

He walked up to the tower, grinning. He was going to enjoy seeing the knight die.

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Farona patted her full belly. The knight had filled her stomach up very nicely—he made such a lovely little bulge, and the movements he made while sleeping were just right.

But now, she wanted to digest her prey. She had plans for Daddy, and needed room in her stomach. So she decided to send Carl to the final stage.

She wasn’t lying when she told him she could control her digestive juices. Farona knew she didn’t /have/ to take Carl as food. But this submissive knight was just too perfect, and too tasty, of a meal to pass up.

So as he slept inside her, the digestive process began.

In his dreams, Carl could feel a light tingling all around him, like a massage rumbling through his whole body. He actually liked the sensation, and leaned into the feeling. The knight found himself smiling as his life faded away, and he took his place as food in Farona’s stomach.

The princess let out a loud /burp/ as the knight digested. He had been such a submissive, tasty meal—and now, he was hers forever.

And she still had room in her stomach for more.

A clacking sound brought her out of the food-filled stupor, and she looked up. Farona watched as her father opened the tower door, and stepped inside, a familiar smile on his face.

“Let me see it,” he father demanded. “I saw his horse—let me see your stomach.”

Princess Farona stood up from her bed, as her belly started breaking down the knight. When King Decarte reached her, he looked disappointed. “I wanted to see him die!” he shouted, stomping his foot like a petulant child.

Farona smiled. “Don’t worry, Daddy. You can still see him.”

The king grinned. “Oh? Good!”

He turned to her, and was greeted by her open maw.

Farona latched her jaw around the king’s head. She knew she had to work quickly if she wanted to keep her meal—but, much to her advantage, her stomach was more than ready for seconds.

She swallowed down her father’s head, taking in a salty, wet meal into her throat. Her father screamed as he was sucked inside—never had he imagined /he/ would be the one being eaten by Farona. But there he was, becoming food for his daughter.

No, no! He could stop this. Decarte flailed his arms outside, trying to reach for Farona even though he couldn’t see her, hoping to push himself out—

But then she swallowed again, and pinned the tiger’s arms to his sides as he shoulders and arms were taken in by the hungry boar. Farona was swallowing him down fast, and King Decarte could hear a distant growling below him. . .

/Gulp!/ Another swallow sent all of his chest, stomach, and arms into his daughter, and the king popped into the stomach. It growled in greeting, and King Decarte screamed, starting to panic now, his body twisting and turning and trying to escape. It only succeeded in getting him in deeper, and as he was lowered inside, he felt something below him. . .

Farona took in another mouthful of her father. She had to admit, his flavor wasn’t bad—well salted, if a little bitter. He would make a fine meal on top of the knight.

As King Decarte was lowered down, he felt himself press against something soft and squishy, but brittle—he realized it was flesh and bone! The tiger screamed again, and Princess Farona sighed. “Will you stop that, Daddy?” she said, gulping him down again. Now only the king’s legs were kicking outside of her. “It won’t help, you know.”

A chill ran down Decarte’s spine as he realized: she was absolutely right. They had chosen this location for its desolate wastes, after all—places nobody roamed, except when forced to.

No one would see him die.

Farona took in the final piece of royal meat. She sucked in her father’s legs and played with them, tossing his feet around her mouth with her tongue. Then, she gulped them down, and sent all of her father into her enormous, growling belly.

It was when all of him was sealed in her stomach that his fate really began to sink in. “Farona, let me out at once!” King Decarte shouted. He was completely entombed within the walls of her belly, which bloated out of her midsection thanks to his large bulk. “I am your father!”

“You’re a /tyrant/, Daddy,” Princess Farona said, letting out a long, loud /buuuuuurp/! “Me on the other hand? I’m just hungry. And /you’re/ just food.”

“No, don’t eat /me/!” King Decarte begged. He tried to struggle in her belly, but it was hard to move in the tight space. Not to mention the remains beneath him made everything slippery. . .

“Goodbye, Daddy,” Farona purred, rubbing her stomach. “I think it’s time to let my mother have a shot at the throne.”

The stomach grumbled around the king, and he could feel the walls getting wetter. “What are you doing?” he asked fearfully, as he slipped around the belly.

“Releasing stomach acid,” Princess Farona said. “To digest my big meal.”

“Oh gods,” King Decartes said, terrified. He could feel it as the digestive juices began to gather, crawling on the walls and ceiling, and forming a pile down on the floor. His fur was beginning to tingle. “Please, I’ll do anything, Farona, just let me out!”

“Anything, Daddy?” Farona asked.

“Anything!” the king said desperately. The belly growled louder around him.

“Just sit still and digest like a good meal—like that knight. That’s all I ask,” Farona said.

“No, no, NO!” King Decartes screamed. The juices gathered around him, dripping onto his skin, and piling up from the bottom. The king screamed and screamed, but Farona did not relent. A few minutes later, he was nothing but a large, lifeless pile of food in the princess’s belly.

Farona stood up and walked to the window of her castle, looking out the window. Tomorrow, she could take the Decartes’s horse back to the kingdom, make a grand return. She was a bit tired of all the secrecy, and wanted to return home for a while.

For now, she sat on her bed to digest the big mass in her belly. That was her main priority now—and it would be a delicious one.

Princess Farona sat on her bed and patted her stomach. Tomorrow could wait. Now, her main priority was breaking down her food.