Teaching Aid
 
 
 
 
 
 
Navirose strutted into the academy classroom with the confidence of a seasoned warrior who had seen the darkest face of battle and revelled at its challenge. Her long silver hair flowed behind her like a river of molten metal, and her golden eyes gleamed with a sharpness that could cut through any illusion. The tight brown crop top she wore revealed her toned abdomen and the upper swells of her breasts while the matching colored leggings hugged her firm, muscular thighs.
 
 
The students looked up from their desks, a mix of curiosity and trepidation on their faces. They had heard rumors of their instructor, Navirose, the legendary former Sword Saint who had fought in battles that were now recounted in whispers around campfires. But it was the creature she had in tow that truly captured their attention.
 
 
The goblin was a small, naked figure, its green skin glistening with a sickly sheen under the academy's flickering lights. Its hands were bound behind its back, and it walked with a peculiar, waddling gait, its modest, round breasts jiggling with every step it took. The creature had a surprisingly plump, inviting ass that seemed to draw the eye despite its otherwise repugnant features. It had a thick mop of black hair that fell over its eyes, obscuring any hint of expression or intelligence. A slight upturn of its lip in a small snarl and the furious glint in its beady eyes made several students balk.
 
 
Navirose stood at the front of the class, her eyes scanning the room, taking in the wide-eyed stares of her pupils. With a smirk, she gestured to the goblin. "Today, class, we are going to learn about survival. More specifically, how to escape from the clutches of a creature like this one." She paused for dramatic effect, allowing the students to murmur among themselves before continuing. "You see, goblins are notorious for their...unique method of subduing prey. It is a fate many have suffered, but one that is easily avoidable."
 
 
The goblin squirmed under the weight of their gazes, emitting a low, guttural growl. Its teeth snapped together in what could either be anticipation or nervousness. The creature's eyes remained hidden, but the students could almost feel the hunger radiating from behind the curtain of hair.
 
 
Navirose, seemingly unfazed by the creature's disquieting presence, casually tussled the goblin's hair. The creature's growl grew louder, but Navirose's voice remained calm, even playful. "Now, now," she cooed, "don't get too eager. I'm here to make sure none of these future adventurers," she glanced around at the students, "end up in your friends’ bellies in the future." The class let out a nervous laugh, unsure of how serious to take the instructor’s words.
 
 
The goblin's stomach rumbled, loudly, and its leer grew more intense. Navirose's smiled slightly. "Ah, I see you're quite hungry. That's good. It'll make this demonstration all the more... authentic." The students exchanged glances, their earlier amusement replaced with a mix of horror and fascination. They knew that Navirose was a skilled instructor, but bringing a live goblin into the classroom was a new level of intense.
 
 
With a swift, graceful movement that belied her strength, Navirose easily picked up the goblin and set it to stand on top of the desk in the front of the classroom. The creature's legs wobbled for a moment before it found its balance, its bound hands flailing in protest. The students leaned forward in their seats, their eyes locked on the creature's plump, exposed body. The goblin's breasts hung heavily, the nipples a dark green that matched the rest of its skin.
 
 
"As you can see," Navirose began, her voice dropping to a more serious tone, "a goblin's physiology is quite unique. Their bodies are designed to stretch and expand to accommodate their prey, allowing them to swallow and digest almost anything that comes their way." She gave the goblin's slightly chubby belly a poke, eliciting a grumble of annoyance from the creature. It was clear that it was not accustomed to being manhandled in such a manner.
 
 
The goblin, seemingly recognizing the proximity of food, made a sudden lunge, attempting to clamp its teeth onto Navirose's hand. But the Sword Saint was quicker. With a gentle but firm grip, she held its head back, displaying the creature's gaping maw to the class. "If one of you were to find yourself in this... unfortunate position," she said, her voice steady despite the danger, "you'd have only moments to act before being swallowed deeper and deeper into her strong throat muscles."
 
 
Navirose proceeded to explain the anatomy of a goblin's mouth, pointing out the row of flat teeth with sharp canines and the elastic, muscular throat. Her words painted a vivid picture of the horror that awaited anyone unlucky enough to be captured. The students listened with rapt attention, their fear palpable in the air, as she described the sensation of being pushed further and further into the creature, the undulating throat walls rubbing against bare skin.
 
 
Then, with a dramatic flourish, Navirose turned the goblin around so that its back faced the class, the large, round ass looming over them like a gruesome monument to nature's darker whims. "But a goblin's mouth is not the only threat," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down their spines. "They are also infamous for their...alternative method of consumption." She gestured to the creature's rear, and the students leaned in, their curiosity overcoming their revulsion.
 
 
"Goblins," Navirose began, "are weak but clever and opportunistic creatures. They often choose to consume their prey through their anus for a very specific reason. It allows them to keep their powerful jaws ready for combat, while simultaneously digesting their meal. It's a tactic that has caught many an unsuspecting adventurer off guard." She paused, allowing the gravity of her words to sink in.
 
 
With surprising strength, Navirose forced the goblin onto its knees with its face pressing into the desk, its back arched and its plump ass high in the air. The creature struggled and squealed, but it was clear that the warrior's grip was unbreakable. The students' eyes widened in horror as they stared at the goblin's exposed anus, which pulsated slightly, as if eager for a meal. The room was eerily silent, save for the creature's muffled grunts and scuffling limbs against the desk.
 
 
Navirose held out her hand, palm up, and the goblin took the bait. With a swift, almost desperate movement, it tried to press its backside into her hand, as if eager to prove a point. But Navirose was ready. With a deft twist of her wrist, she avoided the creature's slick opening, instead slapping it firmly on one cheek. The sound echoed through the room, leaving a red handprint that stood out starkly against the goblin's green skin.
 
 
The goblin's growl deepened into an angry snarl, its eyes peeking out from under the mess of hair, burning with a primitive rage. The class watched in shocked silence as Navirose casually leaned back against the desk, crossing one leg over the other, positioning herself between the students and the goblin's exposed backside. It was a move that spoke of confidence, of someone who had danced with death many times and had never missed a beat.
 
 
"As you can see," she said, her voice steady despite the creature's display of aggression, "I've had a bit of history with our little friend here." She gestured to the goblin, who was still struggling in its bonds, its eyes locked on her with a desperate hatred. "I've killed her entire tribe. So, it's safe to say she would love to pack me away in that stomach of hers." A few of the students gasped, their eyes darting between the warrior and the creature, the tension in the room thickening like a storm cloud about to burst.
 
 
Navirose leaned back further sitting on the edge of the desk ,her firm abs flexing as she did so. "But here's the trick," she continued, her voice low and deliberate, "despite her size, she could fit me in her stomach if she really wanted to." The class leaned in, their whispers dying down as they absorbed this disturbing piece of information. “You see, goblins are pitiful creatures used to relying on numbers or ambushes to capture prey” Navirose continued, almost sounding bored, “But if you’re careless or stupid enough to let your guard down around one, it can easily swallow an adult human whole.”
 
 
Unobserved by anyone the goblin felt a tickle of something faint rubbing against the sensitive flesh of her inner ass cheek. The goblin sensed an opportunity from this unexpected event and it grinned wickedly to itself. With a small movement that seemed to defy its bound state, it clenched its asshole around a few loose strands of Navirose's silver hair that had strayed too close. No one else in the room noticed the subtle shift, their eyes locked on the warrior's face as she spoke. The creature's expression remained obscured, but its eyes gleamed with a malicious glee that seemed to say 'I'll show you who's in charge here'.
 
 
Navirose, blissfully unaware of the goblin's actions, continued her lecture. "The insides of a goblin are like a vice," she said, her hand mimicking the motion of being squeezed tightly. "They're designed to compact their prey into a tight ball so that there's no room to move or fight back. From there it's a slow, painful process, one that very few have ever escaped from once inside." The class nodded solemnly, their eyes never leaving the creature's now-still form.
 
 
It was then that a small hand shot into the air. A female student, her face flushed with a mix of curiosity and fear, spoke up in a trembling voice. "Instructor Navirose, what would happen if you were trapped inside a goblin's stomach?" Her question hung in the air for several moments. The class held their collective breath, waiting for the warrior's response.
 
 
Navirose's smirk grew, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. "Ah, an inquisitive mind," she said, pointing at the girl. "Indeed, the goblin's stomach is a chamber of horrors. The digestive fluids would begin to fill the stomach around me as it started the process of….. processing me." She paused, her eyes glinting with the excitement of sharing a grisly secret. "My clothes would dissolve within twenty minutes, sinking into a rapidly filling soup of digestive acids. My skin would start to blister and fall away as the acids worked deeper into my body.”
 
 
The goblin, still holding onto the strand of Navirose's hair, began to pull more into its anus, the tight ring of muscle unclenching and clenching to pull in more strands. It was a silent, stealthy movement, unseen by the students whose eyes remained transfixed on the warrior. The goblin's eyes remained hidden, but its breathing grew heavier, and a quiet, almost contented noise rumbled from its throat.
 
 
Navirose, still speaking, demonstrated the goblin's digestive process by making a twisting motion with her hand. "Within a few hours," she said, her voice a blend of fascination and revulsion, "I would be nothing more than a blob of flesh and bones, churned and melted into a paste, ready to be absorbed by this creature's twisted biology." The students stared in horror, their eyes wide and their mouths slightly agape. The goblin's grip on her hair tightened, a clear sign of its growing excitement at the thought of finally devouring the one who had brought it so much pain.
 
 
The warrior continued, her voice dropping to a near whisper, "And when it's all said and done, the only part of me that would remain would be... well, let's just say I'd make a significant contribution to her figure." The class gasped, some of them covering their mouths with their hands. The goblin's eyes widened slightly, its grin growing more pronounced as it imagined the delicious meal it had been denied. It gave another gentle tug, pulling a slightly longer strand of hair into its waiting orifice. Navirose paused for a moment, her gaze flicking to the goblin, "And even if the worst should happen," she continued, her smile growing more wicked, "any remains of me would be expelled as a huge goblin turd to be dumped unceremoniously wherever the goblin felt the urge to defecate.” Navirose grimaced, “Well, apart from the portions of me that she decided to use to fatten up her body.” Navirose chuckled darkly, her eyes never leaving the student who had asked the question. "But fear not," she said, her voice low, "even in the face of such a gruesome fate, I would not go quietly. I would fight, I would struggle, I would do everything in my power to tear my way out of that disgusting situation."
 
 
The room erupted in nervous chatter, breaking the tension, but the goblin remained focused on its task, its breathing now quick and shallow. Navirose, still unaware of the creature's cunning plan, reached back and casually ran her hand through her hair, unknowingly tightening the goblin's grip on the trapped strands. The goblin's anus clenched again, the hair disappearing into the abyss of its sphincter, inch by inch.
 
 
Navirose took a deep breath, her chest rising slightly under the tight crop top, and scanned the class. "Does anyone else have any questions before we begin the practical demonstration?" she asked, her voice filled with a hint of amusement. The students looked at each other, some too terrified to speak, while others raised their hands tentatively.
 
 
It was then that the goblin made its move. With a sudden, surprising show of strength, it gave a mighty pull on the trapped strands of Navirose's hair, jerking her head backward. The warrior's eyes went wide with shock as she felt herself being drawn inexorably towards the creature's gaping asshole. The class watched, frozen in horror, as the goblin's grin grew wider, revealing a mouthful of saliva-covered teeth.
 
 
Navirose's hand shot up to her head, feeling the wet warmth of the goblin's inner flesh pressing against her scalp. The room seemed to tilt around her, and the students' gasps of horror grew louder as the creature's muscles contracted, pulling her closer and closer to the creatures’ asshole. Her eyes looked around and saw the goblins round cheeks creeping larger in her peripherals.
 
 
The goblin's grip on her hair was unyielding, and the angle was indeed awkward. With a grimace, she tried to pull away, her legs and abs straining as she tried to pull herself forward. But the creature's strength was surprising, and she found herself being drawn ever closer. She could feel the slickness of the goblin's anal fluids coating her forehead, the smell of them filling her nose and making her stomach churn.
 
 
Slight panic began to set in as Navirose realized she was not going to be able to pull herself out of this situation with this awkward angle. Her hand shot out towards the nearest student, her mouth opening to ask for help, but before any words could form, the goblin gave a vicious tug. Navirose eyes went wide as she felt her hair being yanked on and with a sickening wet pop, her entire head was swallowed by the creature's anus. Navirose's world was suddenly plunged into darkness, the only sound the wet squelch of the bowels moving tightly around her. She could feel the warmth of the creature's insides, the walls of muscle contracting around her, squeezing and twisting as she struggled. Her grunts of protest were muffled, the only noises that could be discerned on the outside that of the goblin's satisfied gurgles. The smell was overwhelming, a mix of shit and decomposition that burned her nose and made her eyes water. She could feel the fluids sliding over her skin, the sensation of them seeping into her ears and down her neck making her gag.
 
 
With a desperate surge of strength, she placed her hands on the goblin's ass, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she attempted to push herself out. Her legs kicked wildly, the leather boots scraping against the classroom floor. The creature, surprised by her sudden resistance, tightened its grip on her, its anus clenching around her neck, the pressure increasing as it tried to force the rest of her in.
 
 
The sound that emerged from the goblin was a garbled mess, a mix of Navirose's muffled cries and the creature's own grunts of exertion. It was a symphony of horror that echoed through the room, driving the students into a frenzy of shock and terror. The goblin's eyes rolled back in its head, seemingly in ecstasy as it felt the powerful human struggle within it.
 
 
The class looked at each other, their faces pale and their hearts racing. Some whispered that it must be part of the lesson, a dramatic demonstration of the goblin's capabilities. Others weren't so sure. They had heard the rumors of Navirose's might, and the idea that she could be in trouble was almost inconceivable. Yet, there she was, her head deep inside the creature's gaping anus, her legs thrashing wildly.
 
 
Navirose's shoulders slipped inside the goblin's asshole as she squirmed, the muscular walls clamping down on her. The creature's grin grew wider, revealing more of its teeth as it felt the victory within its grasp. The warrior's arms flailed in a silent plea for help, her fingers brushing against the bare wood of the desk. The goblin's stomach rumbled again, a deep, hungry sound that seemed to be in anticipation of a large meal.
 
 
The students, began to murmur among themselves. "But she said she was going to do a demonstration," one whispered to their neighbor, trying to make sense of the situation. Another pointed out, "Look at the goblin, she’s practically moaning!" Their voices grew louder, a mix of disbelief and confusion filling the air. The creature's eyes remained fixed on Navirose, watching her struggle with a twisted glee, as if savoring every moment of her distress.
 
 
Navirose felt the goblin's insides contract around her, swallowing her chest causing her breasts to flatten under the tight pressure. Her crop top, was now a sodden mess, sticking to her skin as she was pushed further and further into the creature's bowels. The sensation of her flesh being enveloped by the warm, wet embrace was unbearable, and she could feel her own panic rising. Her chest was on fire, the pressure unrelenting as the creature's bowels squeezed her lungs. Her legs kicked out, her boots leaving scuff marks on the polished stone floor of the classroom. The goblin, seemingly enjoying the struggle, gave a series of triumphant squeals, its body quivering with excitement. The students watched in horror as their esteemed instructor's legs thrashed about, the warrior's dignity forgotten in the face of such an indignant fate.
 
 
Navirose's face now displayed pure terror, her eyes bulging as she felt the goblin’s inside trying to pull her deeper. Her muffled sounds grew louder, a desperate plea for help that was muffled by the thick layers of goblin flesh surrounding her. The goblin's anus remained puckering, the muscles stretching to accommodate her larger form, refusing to let go.
 
 
With a sudden twist of her powerful body, Navirose managed to twist, turning herself around within the creature's stomach. Her lower body was now facing the goblin as she would need the proper stance to get herself out of a mushy demise. The students watched, a strange mix of hope and revulsion as the goblin's stomach bulged and rolled with Navirose's movements. Navirose quickly moved her feet to begin to plant them against the desk to pry herself out of the goblin’s strong intestines.But the creature had other plans. With a decisive movement, it bucked its hips, sending Navirose's lower body skyward. Her legs flailed for a brief moment before she felt the inevitable pull downward. With a loud grunt, the goblin clenched tightly and Navirose ass was easily sucked into the waiting embrace of her asshole.
 
 
The goblin's squeals grew louder, its eyes gleaming with a malevolent triumph as it felt more and more of the powerful warrior's body being drawn into its stomach. Navirose's leather boots kicked at the air. Her legs, now down to the mid thighs, had already disappeared into the creature's stretched anus, the stomach bulging and distorting grotesquely with each inch she was consumed.
 
 
Panic surged through Navirose's veins as the reality of her predicament set in. Her training had never prepared her for this. The walls of the goblin's bowels closed tightly in around her waist, the pressure intense and painful. Her breaths grew ragged and shallow, the air trapped in her lungs burning as she tried to draw in another gasp. The stench of digestive fluids and feces was overwhelming, filling her nose and mouth as she struggled against the inexorable pull.
 
 
With a final wet slurp, her legs disappeared into the abyss, the leather of her boots disappearing into the folds of the goblin's asshole. The creature let out a guttural groan of satisfaction, its breathing labored. The students watched in horror as the goblin's body quivered, its belly bulging obscenely with each inch of Navirose that it consumed.
 
 
Navirose felt her body being drawn further and further into the creature's innards, the tight, twisting path of the intestines coating her in a slimy mucus that made her gag. The walls of the goblin's digestive tract conformed around her, squeezing and releasing in a rhythmic, nauseating wave that propelled her closer to the stomach. The darkness was complete, the only light coming from the glow of the goblin's internal fluids, casting a sickly green pallor on her skin.
 
 
Navirose soon felt herself passing through another ring of muscle into the goblin’s small stomach. Her head entered the chamber with her torso quickly following. Her legs were forced apart, her knees pushed up against her chest, the leather of her boots sticking to the slimy surfaces as she was drawn in deeper. Her arms drifted behind her back and became stuck there as she tried to find a way to push herself free. The pressure grew intense, her muscles straining against the confines of the goblin's stomach, the walls contracting around her as if eager to devour her whole.
 
 
The goblin, now lying on its back, let out a deep, satisfied groan as it felt the warrior's body contort and compress within it. Its creature's stomach bulged obscenely, a twisted parody of a pregnant belly, the contours of Navirose's form clearly visible beneath the taut green skin. The class watched in abject terror, unable to tear their eyes away from the grotesque sight. Navirose face bulge had a clearly open mouth that seemed to almost be a silent scream.
 
 
Navirose felt the first droplets of digestive acid hit her skin, the pain searing through her like a hot knife. She tried to thrash and kick, trying to escape the inevitable, but the goblin's grip was unyielding. The acid began to burn into her, eating away at her clothes and flesh, the pain a stark reminder of her situation. She had faced monsters and demons before, but nothing had prepared her for this. Her eyes watered, the smell of her own burning skin filling her nose as she was curled into a futile state in the tight confines. “Help! Get me out of here!” Her voice was muffled by the layers of flesh surrounding her, her screams for help unheard by the horrified students. The goblin's stomach muscles clenched and unclenched, squeezing her tightly as if it were savoring every moment. She could feel her body being forced into a smaller and smaller space, the walls of the creature's gut closing in on her.
 
 
With a surge of desperation, she yelled out, her voice muffled and distorted by the foul substances around her. "Why are they letting it digest me!?" Her words were barely audible, the students straining to make out what she was saying. They could see her mouth moving, but the sounds that emerged were a mere muffled muttering.
 
 
The goblin, seemingly enjoying the show, began to rock back and forth, sending Navirose's body sliding within it. Each movement sent waves of pain through her, the acid burning deeper with each passing second. The students watched in horror, some of them unable to look away, others turning their heads in an attempt to hide from the gruesome scene.Navirose felt the fabric of her crop top dissolve, the acid eating away at the material until it was nothing but a memory. Her breasts were now bare, bobbing and slipping in the digestive slurry. The leather of her boots and breeches followed suit, the material peeling away to reveal her bare legs and torso, marred by pink burns and sizzling with pain.
 
 
The goblin, seemingly sated by its victory feast, had ceased its movements, allowing her to float in the foul soup of its stomach. The students had fallen into a tense silence, their eyes darting around the room, unsure of what to do next. Some whispered among themselves, their voices carrying a mix of fear and confusion. "I think she's stuck," one murmured, their voice barely audible over the faint sound of goblin digestion. Another spoke up, their eyes on the clock, "It's almost time for the class to end anyway." The words were met with a collective sigh of relief, as if the mere mention of escape from this nightmare was enough to make it real. "If she hasn't moved in ten more minutes," said a third student, "then we can just leave, right?"
 
 
Navirose felt herself getting weaker as the acids worked to break her down. Her struggles grew weaker, her cries more muffled, her body slumping as the fight drained from her. Her skin felt like it was on fire, her body turning to mush as the acid ate away at her very essence. Yet, she refused to give in to the pain, to the horror of her situation. The thought of dying in this way, in the bowels of a creature she had underestimated, was not a fate she could accept. Summoning the last of her strength, she screamed once more, a primal, desperate cry that seemed to echo through the very fabric of the room. "My life can't end like this!" The words were barely understandable, but the raw emotion behind them was clear, “Not as Goblin fat! Pull me out before she finishes churning me!” The goblin's grin grew even wider, its body quivering with excitement as it felt the warrior's energy wane.
 
 
Navirose's listened for a response, for any sign of the students who had been there moments before. But unknown to her, the desks and chairs were empty, the room eerily silent except for the goblin's gut satisfied groans and gurgles of her own body being digested. A cold realization washed over her: she had been abandoned, left to this grisly fate by thirty people in the same room as her.
 
 
Her body felt like it was made of jelly, her muscles no longer responding to her commands as the acid ate away at her. She was a ragdoll in the creature's stomach, being tossed around by the sloshing fluid, the pain so intense that she could barely think. Her thoughts grew hazy, the line between reality and nightmare blurring.
 
 
The goblin's stomach was now a large, grotesque, and pulsing sphere. Its skin stretched taut, veins bulging with the effort of containing her. The creature lay on its side, its eyes half-lidded and a large grin adorning its face as it digested its prey.
 
 
Navirose, her body a twisted, dissolving mess, felt the last of her consciousness slipping away. Her vision grew darker, the pain a distant throb as the acids consumed her. Her mind, a whirlwind of regrets and unanswered questions, searched for a way to escape, but her body was too far gone.
 
 
With a final gurgle, the silver strands of her hair disappeared beneath the foul surface of the goblin's stomach acid. The creature's grin remained wide, its eyes glazed with satisfaction as it felt the last of her struggles cease. The warrior's once-powerful form was now nothing more than a mashed lump of meat and bone, breaking down within the creature's digestive system. Over the next few hours, the goblin's belly shrank to an much smaller size as it absorbed Navirose's nutrients. The goblin’s breasts and ass swelled in tandem, enlarging to massive proportions from the large meal. The creature's body underwent a monstrous transformation, becoming a grotesque caricature of its former self.
 
 
The goblin, feeling an urge arising in its tummy, lurched to its feet, the desk creaking and groaning under its newfound weight. Its thick, stubby legs trembled with effort, the muscles in its stomach contracting with the rhythm of its digestion. It looked around the room, the once proud classroom of her prey turned to her tomb. A gurgling sound echoed through the classroom as the goblin's stomach convulsed, the walls tightening around the dissolving form of Navirose. The creature's grin never left its face, the thought of expelling the remains of its meal bringing it a perverse pleasure.
 
 
The goblin was now alone, save for the masticated lumps of Navirose's form that lay within her gut. With a wet, putrid sound, the creature's anus began to stretch open,eager to reveal the grisly contents of its bowels. The goblin's stomach muscles pushed, and a massive log of feces began to slide out, a grim testament to the fate of the former Sword Saint. Her bones, stripped clean of flesh, poked out from within the brown mass. A massive mound of the remains of the recent meal quickly covered the desk. With a final push, the last of Navirose was expelled onto the wooden desk, the splattering sound echoing through the deserted classroom. The goblin's eyes lit up with excitement as it beheld the result of its feast. The desk, once gleaming and orderly, was now a mess of shit and gore, the stench unbearable to any creature with a sense of smell. The creature's fat jiggled with joy as it leaned closer, eager to examine the spoils. It reached out with a thick, slimy hand to touch the bones of the warrior it had consumed. The creature picked up a bone, the sound of it scraping against the desk sending a shiver down the spine of any soul brave enough to witness the scene.
 
 
The bone of her femur was surprisingly intact. The goblin's eyes lit up with a cunning spark, and with surprising dexterity, it managed to slip the sharpened end under the ropes that bound its wrists. With a snick, the ropes fell away, and it was free. The goblin felt a newfound sense of freedom and a large amount of power after digesting the sword saint.The goblin's newfound strength from the feast surged through it, and it took off at a sprint out the door. The hallways of the academy echoed with its heavy footsteps. Its eyes, now filled with a hunger not just for food but for power, searched for more prey.
 
 
The pile of shit and bones on the desk grew cold and hard, a grim reminder of what had transpired. The room was silent except for the occasional drip of Navirose’s remains from the desk to the floor. The once-pristine classroom had become a scene of horror, stained with the foul evidence of Navirose's demise. Her once mighty form was now reduced to a layer on a goblins waist and a large pile of shit in her former classroom.
 
 
But what will the goblin do with this newfound power?