I Married the Goblin Queen Chapter 2

I was back at the lingerie shop, while a particularly curvy goblin girl, waved her butt around, asking how she looked. I smiled, until suddenly her rear end burst out and smacked me in the face, and knocking me and my chair over.

“Are you okay?” she asked, leaning over me. Suddenly a wart appeared on her nose. Her gut jutted out. And soon she had turned into the Goblin Queen. She grinned, spun around and…

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My eyes began to flutter as the smell inflamed my nostrils. As my eyes opened, I saw the Queen’s face. Suddenly I felt a spoon being shoved into my mouth. Whatever the liquid was, didn’t taste like anything, so that was a plus.

“W-what was—” I began only for her to spin around and plant her bulbous butt into my face. At least she wouldn’t fart for another minute or so..

“That, my dear fiancé, was an immortality potion. The same one I concocted for myself over two thousand years ago,” she cackled gleefully. Immortality… Oh no… it couldn’t be… She wasn’t actually intending…

“That’s right, sweet stuff!” she declared, rocking her butt and my head back and forth. I tried to push her off, only to notice I was tied up. Helpless. “When I said we’d be together forever, I meant it quite literally! Now until the end of time!”

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So, not just a life time, but an eternity of smelling her gas? The idea made tears begin to well up in my eyes… or maybe that was just the fumes.

“And now, as my fiancé, let us truly kick off our relationship with the, as of now, traditional royal symbol of truest love!”

Finally, she heaved her butt off my face. I know I probably should have protested but, a. I was too busy trying to catch my breath and b. on reflection it wouldn’t have accomplished anything anyways. Anyway, by the time I was ready to try and say something, something was shoved into my mouth. The taste was… familiar… like something that I hadn’t eaten in a long time. At any rate it was shoved into my mouth in such a way that I couldn’t bite a piece off, or spit it out. My fiancé then proceeded to drag me off the chair, and lay me on a table of some sort. I glanced up at her, as her overly lipsticked mouth twisted into a chastising smirk, as she untied me, took my arms and legs, and then tied them together so my fingers touched my toes. She then fumbled around in a cabinet right in front of me, forcing me to watch as her butt shook left and right, and she did that thing where people make random noises to the tune of some music. She came up, and then walked beside me, jutting her hip out to smack me in the face. Then I felt something sprinkling onto my head, then move up and down my body. Almost like she was… no… it couldn’t be… That was when I realized what was in my mouth was an apple. And what was showering down on me was parmesan! Right as I figured it out she took a seat in front of me, smirking cruelly. Her disgusting gnarled hands, with her unkempt pink fingernails slid under my stomach, and gripped my arm, as she lifted my body whole, and poured it into her watering mouth! Her snake like tongue was before my eyes, before it started licking my face, and finally, my body began to move towards her throat… At first her esophagus looked too small for me, and I felt hope… until it somehow expanded twice as big as me! As I slid, down, her mouth closed, and slowly the last of the light disappeared. Leaving me in darkness, with nothing but a trip to her gut to look forward to.

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That one was at least smaller than what usually came. I was in her large intestines now, and quite stuck. When I had entered the Queen’s stomach, the acid didn’t hurt me, but it did dissolve the rope, and the apple in my mouth. After being dumped in here, I’d been stuck for hours, dealing with her farts. You’d think I would get used to it. Hell I actually wish I’d been broken and started enjoying it. Neither of those things happened then, and after all the time I’ve been here, I can unfortunately tell you that they never happened, and never will. Anyway, with every fart, it seemed I was pushed out by an entire millimeter. Until the big one. A large bubble suddenly appeared right before me, I sobbed knowing another fart was on its way once it popped. The bubble pressed against my face. And it kept pushing. And pushing. And pushing. And finally it popped.

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The smell was horrid! But on the bright… on the less horrible side, I was finally rocketed out of her butt, squeezed in between her cheeks. I was right back in the position I was when I had first got into this mess. I then heard snores. She was asleep. I was about to try and escape again, but not only was I weak from the hell I’d gone through, but she rolled from her side to her back, smothering me… again. So I settled in for a long night of hell, praying that maybe tomorrow night I could at least take a break for sleep.

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The next morning, as the Queen had finished brushing her teeth, she suddenly noticed something in her underpants, so she reached inside, pulled me out, holding me up by my arm.

“Oh good, you made it out!” she declare happily, while I was too tired from a combination of lack of sleep, and an entire night of breathing gas, to even care about whatever it was she had planned now.

“I was worried I wouldn’t have anything for breakfast!”

“WHAT?! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” I cried, while she tucked me under her arm in a headlock, and whisked me to the dining room, to put me through hell for the second, and far from the last time.