Tim prodded his chicken with a tentative fork, and eyed his girlfriend with suspicion. Something had happened. Ever since she had come back from that seedy Chinese place she loved so much, Alex had acted like she had just had about 5 concussions, all careful movements and stilted, cautious speech. She sat across from him, smiling like a Stepford Wife, food untouched. Occasionally her eyes drifted across the table to Fey, who was walking unsteadily around the table. Her head still wedged up inside herself, her neck stretching from the top of her torso all the way do between her legs, with a large bulge visible in her abdomen. Tim would have toyed with her some more if he wasn’t keeping an eye on Alex.


“Aren’t you going to eat your food?” he asked. Her eyes darted down, studying the Chinese chicken.

“I’m not hungry.” She said, still smiling manically.

“Yes you are. It’s why you went out. To get food.”

“Ah, yes. I did.” She said, and her eye twitched as she spoke. “I forgot.”
“Uh-huh.”

Sweat formed on her brow. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, which to be fair was probably because of her prolapse. Tim stared at her.
“Well?” he said, raising his own fork. Slowly, the dark-haired woman forked up a tiny amount of food and slowly pushed it into her mouth, swallowing it immediately. As she did so, her eyes lit up, and she somehow smiled even wider.

“Wow! I mean, uh-“she stammered, looking at Tim, before composing herself. “What a normal meal. How average! I will just…have more of this now…”
She started to shovel her dinner in with more enthusiasm now. Tim watched her, silently eating his own dinner. As she ate, Tim swore that he could hear…something. It almost sounded like a tiny, familiar voice. It was like Alex was a ventriloquist or something-it seemed to come from her throat. But it soon stopped as she ate more and more, pausing occasionally to take big, dramatic sips from her drink. It wasn’t long before she had finished her meal.
“Not hungry, eh?” he asked, causing her to blush.

“Uh…yes?” she offered.

Tim was about to press her some more when he heard a wet slurping sound. Looking down, he saw that Fey had partially succeeded from freeing her head from her womb. He said partially because, while her head was now outside of her body, so was her uterus, hanging between her legs. He shook his head
.
“Excuse me a moment.”

As he helped to free Fey’s head from her own body, he kept Alex’s face in his peripheral vision, glancing at her on occasion to notice her intense stare as he worked.

“I remember when ladies kept these on the inside…” he muttered to himself. It was dexterous work trying to free the head. Eventually he just held her body with one hand and pulled hard with the other. There was a tearing sound as her womb was pulled completely free of her body, still wrapped around her head like a fleshy mask. He pinched the end and pulled, and it eventually slipped off, revealing Fey’s glassy eyed, extremely wet face.

“Uh…well, I got you out at least.” He said, holding her rather worn –out organ in between his fingers. She was still out of it, so he turned to Alex, who was staring wide eyed.

“Catch.”

He tossed the fairy womb at her. It slapped against her face and landed on her plate. Alex stared at it, then at Fey, who was starting to come to, her body getting to its feet and reeling in her neck like a fishing line. Suddenly, she speared the womb with her fork and shovelled it into her mouth, chewing it up and swallowing, before moaning with satisfaction.

“Delicious! Meat is delicious!” she said to the room at large.

“Uh…yeah, I guess?” said Tim. “I usually cook it first-“

“I think it would…extremely good…if I ate Fey.” Said Alex.

“Ate her? But you just had dinner. And you said you weren’t hungry.”

“And you said I was. And I am. Hungry for meat. Besides, I know you like stuff like this, right?” she said. Tim couldn’t deny that. And he had thought about this sort of thing. He wondered what would happen when he did the magic clap and restored Fey after she had been eaten. Depends on the timing, he guessed.

“I suppose…yeah, we could eat her.” He conceded.

“No, just me!” interjected Alex. “You can eat her later. Just put her in my mouth.”

“Don’t be greedy.”

Alex stood up, and she put on…what was probably supposed to be a sultry face. But it was different from normal. When Alex wanted to be sexy she was one of life’s naturals. There was no visible thought of effort in it; it was all in how she carried herself, how she looked you in the eye, how her body’s curves and bumps all aligned themselves in a way that made her so maddeningly desirable at times. Now, she was shifting her eyebrows around like they were sentient, and wiggling her hips back and forth like she had an invisible hula-hoop.

“I’ll make it up to you…” she whispered loudly. “By touching your penis.”

“I see.” Said Tim.

“With my vagina.”

“Uh-huh.”

She walked up to him, hands pulling her jeans down, revealing her prolapsed pussy, swaying as she walked. The effect was ruined somewhat as she tripped over her jeans right in front of him, sending her to the floor right onto her back, limbs flailing everywhere. As she went, Tim bent over somewhat and reached a hand out instinctively to grab her, and as luck would have it, he ended up with a handful of uterus. He couldn’t help but squeeze it tightly as she fell. He felt something crunch as he did so, and Alex yelped loudly. Tim knelt over her, putting things together in his head, hand giving her a few extra squeezes to confirm his theory, feeling solid, twig-like objects crinkle and snap inside the pink tube.

“Please…stop that…” moaned Alex, head shaking from side to side. He looked over at Fey, who had been very quiet since emerging from her own womb. He nodded a head towards Alex, then looked at Fey quizzically. She had coiled her stretched out neck on and around her shoulders like a snake, although she still had to hold her head with one hand to stop it falling off. She mouthed a few words at him, silently:

“I. Sense. Them.”

He nodded sternly, before eventually relinquishing his grip. Alex lay on the floor moaning, juices dribbling out of her outside-in pussy. She looked up at Tim woozily.

“Ohh…so weird…” she muttered.

Tim said nothing, merely offering a hand to help her up. When she was back on her feet she laid a hand on his shoulder to support herself.

“Um…so…right.” Said Alex, shaking her head. “As I was saying: I should eat our fairy prisoner right away.” She rubbed her stomach as she spoke, wincing a little. Odd, thought Tim.

“Well, about that…” said Tim. “You’ve been acting a little weird since you got back.”

“What? No I haven’t.”

“You totally have.” Insisted Tim. Alex wrung her hair with her hands before wincing again, clutching her stomach.

“Urgh…you’re upsetting my stomach with your nonsense, stupid hum-er, Tim. Just let me have her already!” groaned Alex. She turned away, towards the table, and started talking to herself, shaking her head.

“What the heck is this feeling-oh god, is that…stop, you idiot!”

Alex started to visibly panic, and Tim grabbed her shoulders.

“What have you done with Alex?” he demanded, torn between anger, confusion and genuine fear over what was happening . “You’re controlling her or something, aren’t you? Answer me! What’s happening?!”

He shook her shoulders, but Alex didn’t answer. Instead her eyes widened as she looked down, before straightening up and lifting her shirt to just beneath her breasts, exposing her belly. There was a tiny sword sticking through it. Everyone in the room watched in horror as the blade retreated inside herself again. Then it tore a small hole just above her belly button. Then another. Tim retreated and looked on, mouth agape, as a wound roughly 6 to 8 inches in diameter was cut into his girlfriend’s abdomen, seemingly from the inside. A small voice started to be heard. One that he had heard earlier.
“Almost…free!”

A small figure burst out of the cut, dragging a few coils of intestine out with her as she landed on the table, rolling on her back for a while before coming to a stop. Tim ignored it as he stared at Alex, who was standing with entrails hanging out of her belly, looking like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“Er…Oh..oh! I’m so surprised! There was a…fairy…inside me?” she said, losing belief almost immediately before coming to a stop, and sighing.

“Alright, fine, yes we hijacked her body. It’s a fair cop. You caught us!” she said, throwing her hands up sarcastically. She paused as she caught the shocked look on his face, and the stares from both him and Fey. “Oh, this.” She said, holding up some loose intestine. “Don't look so alarmed, we can fix this. We’re not…I wouldn’t let her die needlessly. We’re not the baddies here, ok?! “

“You just gutted her!!” shouted Tim. “You disembowelled my girlfriend!”

“No I didn’t! LANA disembowelled your girlfriend!” replied “Alex”, indignant. “Because she is INCREDIBLY DUMB, WHAT ARE YOU DOING.”
“Please don’t shout. Head hurts…” replied Lana. She didn’t look very well. The Retreiver’s lower body was basically skeletal up to the hips, with flesh missing from her back and arms as well. Her hair was mostly gone, with patches of bare skull visible on her scalp. One of her eyes was gone, and some sort of bubbly liquid was leaking out. It looked like she had some gutting issues of her own too, with her abdomen wall eaten away by what was presumably stomach acid. She looked very tired.

“Got trapped in the stomach…had no choice but to hack my way out…why were you eating?”

“Because some of us are trying to be stealthy, you dolt.” The possessed human shook her head. “Ok, Darmain, come on out, we’re busted.”

“Oh, is that who was there? I was wondering” said Tim, who was significantly calmer now that it seemed that Alex wasn’t in immediate, life-threatening danger. “Alex” turned her head, shooting him a confused look.

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Well when you fell over, I accidentally grabbed your uh…” Tim pointed between her legs. “Alex” stared, before comprehension dawned. She reached a hand down, before shivering at the contact.

“Oh, that’s still so weird…” she mumbled.

“And that isn’t?” replied Tim, gesturing at her guts.

“That’s an occupational hazard. This is just perverted.” She replied, as she inserted two fingers inside her cervix. She poked around for a couple of seconds, before pinching something and dragging it out. That “something” turned out to be a leg that was just about still attached to the rest of Darmain. The blond , elf-like fairy had been squished like a bug, her limbs twisted and broken, hanging loosely at her side. Every joint, from her limbs to her head and waist, seemed to be twisted in the wrong direction. The archer’s eyes dangled by optic nerves, with some of her own guts having been pushed up her throat and out of her mouth. She hung dangling in “Alex’s” arms by the leg.

“You still with us?” asked the possessed human.

“…yes…”

“Good lass. Rest here for a bit.”

Darmain was unceremoniously dumped on top of Lana, who grunted but didn’t move, having apparently spent all of her energy escaping from the depths of Alex’s digestive system. That left just one fairy unaccounted for…

“So where’s the third? What was her name again? Bolt?” asked Tim.

“That’s right. She must be in her head, controlling the brain.” Said Fey.

“Oh, you’ve seen this before?”

“No, it’s just what makes sense to me.”

“Oh. Ok.”

“She’s right.” Said “Alex”, or Bolt, as Tim now knew, tapping on her forehead with her knuckles. “I’m right here. And it’s my magic keeping her alive. If you cut her open and take me out, what do you think will happen?”

“I swear, if she dies-“

“She doesn’t have to die. I can get out without harming her. If I want to…”

“Let me guess. You want Fey.”

“Precisely.” Smirked Bolt, sensing that she was now in control of the conversation. “The choice is yours, human. Give her up, or your girlfriend dies.”

“…what happened to you not being the bad guy? Cause this is pretty messed up.”

“D-Don’t moralise to me, human!” scowled the Retriever. “Make your choice!”

Tim thought hard, not used to being the one without any power. He eyed the two downed Retrievers on the table, but Bolt saw his eyes moves and merely laughed.

“It doesn’t matter if you have one hostage or three. The choice is still the same.”

“Well…well, if you don’t give up, then I’ll...I’ll, um…”

“Tim, it’s ok.” Said Fey. “I’ll go. Don’t put Alex’s life in danger.” She walked to the edge of the table, still holding her shakily-perched head with one hand as she looked up at the humans. “Take me home.”

“Fey, I promised you-“

“No, really, it’s ok.” Said Fey, cutting him off. “Just…believe.” She winked at him, subtly. Tim thought about Fey, about the things he had done to her, and how despite everything, she had come to trust him completely. Now , powerless and desperate, he knew that he had to trust her. And in his heart of hearts, he knew that he did.

“…ok. For Alex’s sake.” He said. He turned to Bolt. “She’s yours.”

“You’ve made the right choice. I can see that Fey is not completely without affection to you, for some reason.” Said the retriever, as Fey fiddled with her coiled neck, seemingly oblivious to the gaping hole where her reproductive system used to be. “And therefore we will not pursue you further, and put this all behind us. You’ll never see her, or indeed any fairy, again, and Fey will be suspended for her lack of judgement.”

She scooped Fey up and brought her to her mouth.

“W-wait, just put me in a pocket or something! I saw what happened with Lana!” pleaded Fey. Bolt looked down at the partially digested Lana before nodding.

“Ah, pockets. Of course. We probably should have went with that plan, actually…” she muttered, picking up the discarded jeans and putting them on, before promptly shoving all three fairies into her pockets-Fey in her left, and the other two squeezed messily in her right, with Bolt grimacing as she forced the out of place bones and guts down and out of sight.

“Hey, I thought you were going to release Alex! And fix her up!” said Tim.

“In due time, after the mission is complete” replied Bolt. “Don’t worry, I am a fairy of my word. She will be as good as new before I leave.”
“She better be.” Growled Tim.

Shrugging, Bolt tucked her entrails back inside as best she could before putting her shirt back on. She walked to the door, before turning and regarding her opponent.

“Goodbye, Human. We will not meet again. May you one day find the happiness in life that has clearly eluded you thus far.”

She opened the door before pausing.

“Oh, and don’t follow us. Otherwise the deal is void."

Then she was gone, leaving Tim alone in the apartment of his possessed girlfriend.

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Looks like our heroes are in quite the pickle! How are they going to get out of this one?