A story I came up with while lying in bed one morning. In case you didn't notice the thumbnail, the main character doesn't actually get hurt at all during this story, so although part of the story might make it seem like it, don't worry. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.




If there were a list of the most shameful things that can happen to a person, being beaten by goblins is probably pretty high up. It just goes to show that you can never let your guard down in a dungeon, lest you be ambushed by the weakest monsters ever. Like I just was.

This was what I was thinking as the goblins tied me up and carried me back to their lair. It wasn’t a huge loss; I’ve died plenty of times before, and the dungeon’s magic brought me back every time, but the damage to my pride had been severe.

Eventually, the goblins put me down and walked over to something that made my heart skip a beat: a giant cauldron, big enough to easily fit me in it. Sure enough, the goblins lit a fire under it and began chanting a song.

Goblin cauldron, goblin fire,
Goblin soup for hunger dire.
We roll the dice, see who’s to eat,
From scrumptious head to tasty feet!

At this point, I began struggling. Dying sucked, but I could handle it. Being cooked alive? Much worse; the dungeon’s magic could resurrect me, but pain was still very much a threat. Unfortunately, the ropes were tied quite well, so my struggles didn’t really do much. One of the goblins noticed my struggles and came over to hold me still.

Soon, the cauldron began to boil, and the goblins picked me back up and carried me to the cauldron, still singing their song as I thrashed in their grip.

Goblin cauldron, goblin fire,
Goblin soup for hunger dire.
We roll the dice, see who’s to eat,
From scrumptious head to tasty feet!

They lifted me over the bubbling cauldron, holding me there for a few agonizingly slow seconds before finally dropping me in feet-first. For the first few seconds, I panicked. I struggled and thrashed in a desperate attempt to get myself out. Then I started to actually feel the heat, and I paused.

It was hot, definitely, but… it didn’t burn. It felt less like boiling water and more like a hot tub. It was actually kinda nice. I pondered how this could be. Maybe the cauldron or fire was magical; they did keep chanting “Goblin cauldron, goblin fire” after all. Or maybe the soup I was in just had a low boiling point. But I couldn’t figure out why the soup wasn’t as hot as I expected. It seemed like an act of mercy on the goblins’ part.

The goblins were dancing around the cauldron now, tossing in ingredients like mushrooms and various meats, singing their song.

Goblin cauldron, goblin fire,
Goblin soup for hunger dire.
We roll the dice, see who’s to eat,
From scrumptious head to tasty feet!

One of the goblins began scooping up some of the soup in a ladle and pouring it over my head, presumably because that was the only part of my body not soaking in the soup. It caught me off-guard at first and I got some in my mouth; it tasted terrible, but I’m not a goblin, so what do I know about goblin soup?

Soon enough, I got used to the situation; the soup was, as I said before, like a hot tub, but it also felt different than water, making it a more unique experience. The soup being poured over my head also began to feel kinda nice, strangely enough.

Once all the ingredients had been thrown in, the goblins left the cauldron and began to mess around with some odd-looking rocks. They would toss them, and then cheer or hiss after they landed. Dice, I realized; they were playing dice to see who would eat me. Well, there was nothing I could do about that. Tied up as I was, I couldn’t get out of the cauldron, so I simply sat there, enjoying my little hot tub while I could.

Eventually, the goblins returned to the cauldron. One of them took the ladle and began serving the others soup. After all the other goblins had been served, the goblin with the ladle grinned evilly at me. I didn’t bother struggling.

The goblin lifted me out of the cauldron and took me over to a corner of the room. There, the goblin grabbed a knife, and I closed my eyes, fearing the worst. Fortunately, I felt only my bonds loosening as the goblin cut them. At this point, some of the other goblins were watching, having paused their meal.

I knew fighting back was futile; they had left my weapons further back in the dungeon, so there was no way I could beat them. The goblin grabbed my shoulders, and before I could react, it shoved my head into its mouth. I began to resist, but it grabbed my wrists as it took my shoulders into its mouth.

The other goblins were cheering now, apparently enjoying the show. The goblin slowed down once it claimed my shoulders, taking the time to lick over my body, enjoying my taste and that of the soup that covered me. Pretty soon I gave up struggling.

The goblin gradually took in more and more of my body, devouring my chest, then my arms, then my hips, all the while working its tongue all over me. When it finally reached my feet, it spent a particularly long time licking them, either because it liked the taste or because it enjoyed the laughter that came from me when it did so. Eventually, it finished licking and swallowed the last bit of me into its stomach.

The stomach was tight, but reasonably stretchy. I was able to get into a comfortable position, or at least as comfortable as possible with how little room I had. I’d been eaten before, and although I freaked out the first time, it’s not that bad once you get used to it. The stomach walls around me were almost like a hug, and the warmth was very nice. I felt a gentle rubbing from the outside; the goblin was rubbing its belly. I smiled and decided to start rubbing back. I heard a curious noise from the goblin followed by a pleasured moan. I kept rubbing, and so did the goblin. It was nice.

After a few minutes, I started feeling very tired; I was running out of air. It happened every time, and its a nice peaceful way to die. It certainly beats being awake and conscious while being digested alive. It didn’t take long for me to drift into a peaceful slumber…



I woke up outside the dungeon with a yawn. I was kinda upset that getting ambushed by goblins was when ended me this time, but although I was intent on having my next run be more successful, a quiet thought in the back of my mind said “maybe you should get captured again sometime”.




I hope you all enjoyed, and as always, comments, questions, and criticisms are encouraged!