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The lights in the house were low, and the audience watched with bated breath as the shapely toad woman stepped onto the stage. Her eyes were hooded as she stood, half in, half out of the spotlight, the pulsing beat of the band rolling sensuously out to curl around the patrons and draw them in. She lifted the microphone to her lips and softly began to sing in her throaty, accented voice. The sound was sexual, like chocolate for the ear, dark and sinful, promising things to the listener. It was aided by her dancing, a luxuriant strut that rolled her hips and drew the eye up and down her form, enhancing and highlighting her appeal as she offered a taste of herself to the audience, a taste for the eyes and ears that whispered of the possibility, the fantasy, that they might touch. The crowd listened raptly, drumming along with their fingers, a few of them creeping up to place tips into her jar.

Jack Musca was one of those, barely able to look away from her as he tipped her. She was wonderful, everything the little fly had ever dreamed of, a vision of beauty and lust that did strange things to the little boy's stomach. He had to meet her. His wings buzzed as he flitted up into the air in a daze, watching her gyrate and dance, biting his lip to hold back a sigh as he lit on a railing, to watch her finish her set.

Three songs later, and the little fly's mind was abuzz with more than the sound of his wings. "Gracias, gracias," she murmured to the crowd, voice cutting under the applause masterfully. "I will take a short break, and be back, senors, senoras."

She bowed, and slipped back behind the curtain as the spot light faded, and the crowd burst into conversation about the performance. Jack dove off the balcony, flitting around until he found the door that led back stage, and slipping through it while no one was looking. The area back stage was very different from he'd expected. The soft lighting and baroque decoration of the song house gave way to stark utilitarian lines and harsh lighting. He zipped around backstage, hiding from the occasional stage manager or laborer, or waiter. It took him a bit of hunting around, but at last, he found himself hovering before a door with a star painted on it. He knocked gently.

"Ay, dios, what is it?" The door slammed open to reveal a very grumpy looking Mrs. Toad. She looked around for a moment, as Jack stared up at her, tongue tied. Finally, she looked down, jumping slightly at seeing the adoring little fly, who barely came up to her knee. "Who're you?"

The fly blushed and fumbled around in his pocket for his autograph book. He held it out with shaking hands and the toad laughed softly, sending shivers through him at the warmth in the sound. "A fan, eh?"

He nodded.

"Tal persona lindo tambien," she murmured. "Entra, entra," she said, stepping back and waving for him to enter.

Jack leapt at the chance, literally. He flew into her dressing room, twirling around and about in loops of excitement. The toad chuckled at his exuberance and closed the door behind her, turning the lock while he wasn't looking. "So you enjoy mi canto, si?"

Jack hovered, a look of embarrassed confusion on his face. "You can-toe?"

"Triste, triste, I mean my singing, si? You enjoy the song?"

He giggled slightly. "And, um, the dance." He loop de looped and burst out, "You're so beautiful!"

She grinned and ran one hand down her hip, watching as his eyes followed it, his mouth opening in a slightly stunned expressed. She raised a hand to cover her smile and cooed, "Ay, nino, me helaga, por favor."

He didn't understand her words, but he caught the tone and licked his lips, shaking his head. "Really. You're the most beautifullest lady I've ever seen!"

She laughed softly, and reached out to chuck him under the chin. "You look muy bien yourself, nino. Perhaps you'd like to do me un favor?"

"Anything," he whispered.

Her smile broadened until it seemed her face would split in half. "I'm un poco de hambre, nino. I could use un aperitivo, si?"

"Huh?"

She licked her lips. "A snack, little one. You look delicioso, nino. Exactly what I'd like to eat."

His wings slowed and he backed away a little. "Y-you want t-to eat me?

Mrs. Toad advanced on him a half a step. "Si, nino. You did say, anything."

Jack shivered as she ran her hands down her body, cupping her breasts and stroking her hips. "You could be parte de este, nino. A piece of my cuerpo, a part of me. Would you like that, nino?"

The fly hesitated, moaning as he took in the form he admired so much. Still...being eaten... "I don't know..."

Mrs. Toad grinned and cocked a hip. "Por que no? All my fans do it, nino."

"T-they d-do?"

"Si, si, my fans love to be mi aperitivo."

Jack shivered and nodded. The toad chuckled. "Gracias, nino."

Her tongue shot out and Jack had a moment to feel the thing stick to him before it shot back with whipcord speed, drawing him to her. He pressed against her lips, eyes wide, as she reached up and efficiently stripped off his clothes, crumpling his wings slightly as she pulled off his shirt, making him yelp in pain. Still, he thought as she tugged off his pants and let them drop to the floor, it wasn't as though he'd be needing wings anymore.

He managed a smile to her, though it slipped when she returned it with a broad, open mouthed grin that seemed a little predatory. He closed his eyes as she opened her mouth and pulled him into it, the tiny fly fitting inside the toad's mouth easily. Jack squirmed and gasped as the heat and moisture surrounded him, her sticky tongue working its way free of him as her throat grasped his feet. He began to breathe a little faster and his wings buzzed instinctively as she swallowed, tugging him loose from her tongue, sliding halfway down her throat.

Another pair of swallows and the little fly found himself curled up inside his idol. He squirmed as she belched, the air vanishing from around him, only gasses from her inside left to breath, burning his lungs. "Ahhh, delicioso, nino," he heard her voice rumble around him as he wriggled and fought for air.

She swallowed a little air and he gasped gratefully, only to scream as he felt his wings start to itch and burn. Her stomach roiled and clenched around him, squeezing and crushing him, making his skin hiss as the stomach juices began to bubble and rise around him. His hands pressed against her flesh, starting to cry.

"Let me out! I changed my mind! Ahhh! Please, let me out!"

Mrs. Toad didn't seem to hear him. She patted her stomach, splashing him with the acids in her stomach, making him scream and writhe harder. She smiled and licked her lips in satisfaction. "Muy delicioso, nino. Gracias."

As she stepped out onto stage and began to sing again, Jack sobbed softly inside her. Serenaded by the sweet voice that had drawn him in, moving in time to her sensuous dance, the little fly felt her stomach crunch him, his legs and arms already weakened by the acid, snapping under the firm grinding her muscles. He screamed and went limp as the juices crept up his body, eating at his abdomen, his limbs going numb. With every bump, every swivel of her hips, it splashed him a little more, and her stomach got a little tighter.

By the end of her first song, he was half digested and barely able to breathe. He couldn't even struggle anymore, able only to lie still and cry softly as her stomach continued to crush and dissolve him. Mrs. Toad turned her head and belched again, softly, so that the crowd wouldn't hear her, and Jack was happy to feel the air go this time. Even as he body went numb and and fire filled his brain, his air ran out and he gratefully surrendered to the darkness.

Mrs. Toad chuckled softly in between songs, and ran a hand over her stomach, disguising the movement by stroking her hip and cocking it toward the crowd. As the band slipped into another number and she waited for her cue, she licked her lips and smiled. It was always so nice to meet her fans.