Amber Seorn hiked down from the canvas tents in the clearing, to wash herself in the little stream she’d found nearby. They were five days' journey out of Clairethorne village, and It had been at least that long since she had a chance to bathe properly since.

Her bright green wizard’s poncho was beginning to smell like master Kelthric’s bedroom after one of his week-long meditation sessions. She wasn’t used to that at all, and didn’t relish the coming months of their trek, where bathing would certainly become a luxury they couldn’t afford. She let her mother and the rest of their party know where she was going down to the riverbank from their camp.

It was always safer to let people know where you were going.. riverbanks attracted all kinds of animals, after all. Many of which wouldn’t think twice about munching down on a preteen morsel like Amber. She was very responsible for her age.

Of course, Amber also had her staff, and she was no slouch at magic. The wizards at the college had spent the last week before her journey cramming as much offensive magical knowledge into her head as was possible,

She wasn’t going to be winning any wizard duels with what she’d learned, but she was still capable of summoning a fireball wordlessly. She was a full battlemage in a pocket sized body. Any creature that tried to eat her was going to be in for a rude surprise when a well placed lightning bolt turned them inside out.

She could always call out to her party from here as well, so there was nothing to worry about… they'd take care of anything she couldn’t handle on her own. Well, unless it was something from one of the rare creatures books in the magic college library, like a dragon or a beholder, or a basilisk.. Amber felt funny at the thought of being petrified into stone. She knew what she’d be thinking about tonight as she secretly played with herself, when she tucked into her bedroll.

She could still hear the clatter of dishes at the main camp as they set up to cook the midday meal. They were out of sight though, so it offered her some privacy. She’d caught the team’s mercenary swordsman peaking when she’d bathed with her mother in the natural hot springs back in Clairethorne, and she wasn’t looking for a repeat of that event.

As she approached the clear blue stream down in the valley, she slipped her fully laden leather backpack to the ground, and pulled the emerald poncho over her head.
The backpack was jammed to the brim with all kinds of magical artifacts. Some she had inherited from her father, others she and her mother had found in their travels… some she had even forged herself.

Her entire world was in that bag. From it she pulled out a small sponge and spilled a thick blue potion onto it. The sponge itself wasn’t magical, merely a mundane tool… but the potion was alchemical in nature. When rubbed against her hair and body, it would lather and froth, and the resulting foam would remove all the grease and sweat from her young body.

It was one of her mother’s original creations… but Amber had brewed this one with a twist that she’d learned from master Sienna. An addition of ‘Oil of Lavender’. The resulting concoction resulted in her both being cleaner than a royal bathed in rosewater, but also more fragrant. All the boy students in her introduction to magic theory class had commented on it when she wore it for the first time.

She pulled off her plain undershirt and panties. She wore no bra, as she had no need of one, so this revealed her undeveloped tits and bald child pussy. Playfully, she skipped into the frigid shallows. They were so cold her nipples stood on end and she shivered. She wondered how, on such a warm summer’s day, the stream could still be so cool.

Her sponge hand wandered across her lithe 9 year old body, spreading foam into her firm but yielding skin, removing the grime of travel, and refreshing her. It felt good. The sponge lingered for a while, rubbing a while longer than her mother would have found appropriate had they been bathing together.

Amber focussed on her long ginger hair next., making sure to massage the soap into her scalp, and rinsed the foam off with a handful of clear stream water. She sighed contentedly, as it felt good to be clean again.

She’d been so preoccupied with her lovely hygiene regimen, she hadn’t noticed the giant frog at all, as it hopped up behind her from the riverbank. Its kind were a common pest in these parts, often responsible for missing pets, livestock, and sometimes the disappearance of small women and children.

They were a weak enemy, and the locals hunted them for sport, and food when they could. Still, no matter how many they slew, the rains would come again, and the eggs left in the ponds and rivers would hatch into tadpoles the size of fish, and soon giant frogs would be breeding all over again.

There would be muddy burrows somewhere along the riverbank filled to the brim with the bones of its unlucky victims.

This amphibian flopped wetly next to Amber’s travel bag, and rubbed its face with a padded foot, and blinked its lidded eyes as it looked at its next meal,

Amber froze at the sound in her blindspot. A shiver shot up her spine. She’d left her wand back on the shore, and whatever it was, was directly between her, and her magic staff. Without that focal artifact, she’d be unable to conjure a spark, much less a fireball,

She whirled around to see what she was up against. Maybe she could swim away from it?
Oh, it was just a giant frog? She fought those in master Kelthric’s battlemage class all the time back at the college. They were hardly a challenge for even a beginner mage.
All she needed was to dodge past it as it struck in order to recover her staff.

THWUP!

A sticky wet tongue slapped into her midriff. It stuck like glue to the poor girl’s belly.
Amber was surprised. This was entirely unlike master Kelthrick’s lessons.

“Huh” she intoned dumbly.

She didn’t even get a chance to prepare herself, as the tongue reeled her into the frog’s maw like lightning. She was lifted off her feet, and disappeared into the jaws of the creature with a perplexed look still lingering on her face.

The little redhead was pulled into the saliva dripping gullet headfirst. It ate her up like she’d inhale a bowl of wet noodles around the campfire. The frog closed its maw around her, the roof of its mouth pushing down hard against the small of her back. She was pinned in position.

The dark hole at the back of the frog’s oral cavity widened and beckoned with the foul stench of rotting meat. It was rank and nauseating, Amber felt her toes curl in disgust. She tried desperately not to think about what could cause such a smell. Thick strands of clear viscous goo covered her from head to waist, undoing all the work her soap had been doing. It was super gross, Amber tried not to puke,

She didn’t want to slide down that hole. She had a good idea of what would happen if she allowed it to happen. Amber tried to wiggle her cute little kiddie butt and kick her way free from her frog mouth prison, but her fate had been sealed when she made the childish mistake of bathing without a weapon at hand.

Her legs waved futilely in the air. As she let out what she thought to be a blood curdling scream, but was actually more of a muffled moan unable to be heard mere feet from the giant frog’s position, let alone by her party back at camp.

“Mmmmm mffffffffff!” She wailed almost silently

The frog sat in stillness with its prey firmly wedged between its lips for a long , drawn out moment. It knew it could take its time… she wasn’t getting away. It had eaten enough cute young pinkish things to know that they had no claws unless they were holding a silverish one in their long fingered paws, Then it rolled its eyes back and began to swallow her whole.

True fear washed over Amber for the first time. This wasn’t happening to her. She was pushed deeper towards the undulating pink snakelike hole that led to her doom. Her tight child ass, and tiny pink slit of a pussy vanished inside the frog, followed shortly by her walking-toned thighs, and wriggling toes.

The undulating walls of the frog’s esophagus were alive with peristalsis, which carried her to a wet looking sphincter that eagerly opened just wide enough to accommodate her tiny bulk of meat. Amber was deposited into a gooey sack of pink frog flesh. This stomach was her new, albeit temporary home.

“Let me out! I’m not frog food, you stupid beast!” The little mage cried, and whinged, and threw a little temper tantrum in the sack. She tried to claw her way back up and out of the sphincter she arrived in, but her weak little body didn’t have the strength stats to succeed. It was as if she’d rolled a one in that dice rolling game mother played in the village taverns for fun.

Amber thrashed and stretched until she exhausted herself against the unyielding stomach walls. When it became apparent that she wasn’t getting out, she slumped back against the moist cage of frog guts, and started to cry big fat tears of misery.

After a long while, she could feel the frog hopping back to its lair. The stomach walls jiggled fatly with every leap, making Amber sway and bounce horribly. This was the worst. Amber hoped she wouldn’t be stuck for long in the frog stomach before her Mother and her party rescued her. She’d be happy enough to even give that pervy swordsman a kiss for rescuing her.

However, her delusions of rescue didn’t last too long. Glands in the stomach started to secrete runny juices. They squirted all over Amber from above, steaming like hot water. They smelled like bile, and stung where they splashed on her lily white skin. She immediately came to the horrid realization: It was digesting her.

The acrid water made her skin tingle and burn, but the worst was her mucus membranes which felt like they were on fire. Her eyes, lips, mouth, nipples, anus and pussy, all swelled and reddened as the powerful acid mixed with their water content.

Having been shielded by her mother for the entirety of her short life from the suffering of the world, Amber had never experienced more pain than a stubbed toe, or foot blisters from walking the trail. So this kind of extreme pain was something she was simply and entirely unprepared for.

“Aiiiiieeeeeeeee!” She screamed until her lungs burned from inhaling the fiery air inside the stomach and she started to cough blood uncontrollably.

Her nerves sparked and twitched with messages of impending death that overwhelmed her pretentious little brain. The once sheltered child , now spasmed uncoordinatedly in a blind panic, trying anything she could to stop the lancing agony.

Her delicate virgin external sex organs melted first. Her pussy lips and nipples bled and blistered and ran down into the pooling acid rising at the bottom of the stomach. She’d never had a chance to use them to be pleasured by a boy, and now she never would.

Her heterochromic eyes sizzled as she tried to blink the acid out of them. Her vision grew blurry, then faded entirely into darkness as the stomach fluids etched her cornea to a hazy white caul.

The little girl clenched her buttocks as she fear-pissed herself. She bucked and kicked energetically, even as her skin burned off her in patches, and her silky hair dulled,frizzed, and fell out matted clumps.

The mewling bundle of spasming red meat could barely be recognised as human anymore. It had more in common with a necromancer’s reanimated dead, than a 9 year old girl,
Amber moaned mournfully, her overstressed mind unable to conjugate proper words any longer.

“Uuuuughh” she groaned pathetically, unable to muster any significant resistance to being digested alive.

Acid entered into her ass through her ruined sphincter, and melted her insides. Amber squirted out her liquefacted uterus through the hole that used to be her cunt. It was to be her first and last period.

Intestines spilled from her disintegrating belly, they plopped into the sack full of stomach acid, that went to work on breaking them down into nutrients.

The Amber thing convulsed, barely clinging to life. It retched, but nothing came up, because its stomach was dissolving inside at the bottom of the bloody pit.

Then the little girl ceased moving, as the acid that had poured through her ear canals finally disintegrated enough of her brain to render her dead, even before her heart ceased pumping.

Her meat continued to sizzle as it melted off her child sized skeleton. When enough of her was a slurry, her corpse collapsed into a gory pile of half dissolved amber goo.

By the time her party even thought to search for her by the stream, Amber was already a melted corpse in a frog stomach, digesting down to bones and feces.

They searched high and low for Amber Seorn, but to no avail. All they found was her abandoned backpack and staff, and a foamy sponge that had washed downstream. By the time they called off the search to restock supplies back at Clairethorne village, the Frog was already shitting out an icky frogshit filled with small off white bones in the back of its den.

The back of the cave was already filled with other human and animal bones, so they just blended in with the fertile mess of frogshit. Amber’s skull was indistinguishable from any other child skull that filled the dank cave. Even if her party ever found her remains, they’d never be able to identify them.

Amber’s mother set up base camp in Clairethorne to search for her missing daughter. The rogue and bard couldn’t stay, but the mercenary swordsman was happy to oblige his client for continued pay.

At first they searched for Amber every day… then after a month, it was tense weekend walks together through the grasslands to scour for her, or her remains. Eventually, though, those wilderness strolls morphed into something of a more romantic nature, as the two began to enjoy spending the time together.

She remarried eventually with the mercenary swordsman, who had stayed to help in the search, even after she ran out of money to keep paying him for his services. He stayed by her side.

The base camp was built out over time, slowly being constructed by her new husband into something of a ramshackle cottage. Villagers, learning that their new neighbour was a wizard, stayed away at first… but after the first plague came to Clairethorne, they consulted with her to save their children. Soon after she became something of a cleric to them, always advising them of alchemy, magic and the best ways to plant different crops.

As all marriages do, they had more children, a boy and a girl, who they raised with love and affection. They were an adventurous and rambunctious pair, but their parents were always careful that they didn’t stray too far from the village.

Adventures were dangerous affairs, and she knew from experience that children weren’t equipped for them. Even this close to the village, sometimes during frog spawning season, people would go missing.

Sometimes she still thought about Amber’s bright smile, but as time passed, those thoughts came less and less, until they ceased to cross her mind much at all.