I was encapsulated in an all-consuming darkness, without form nor embodiment. The only sensation I could experience was the muffled sounds of bustling activity. My mind was blank, but as I forced myself into thought, I suddenly recalled my existence.

As memories flowed through my mind, like water through a pipe, I recalled my most recent memory - exiting a convenience store. I had gone there to grab a snack, but as I crossed the road after exiting, the plane that was my memory shifted its form into a precipice whose depths were but a void lacking any physical form. Before then, I had been a hopeless virgin highschool student who couldn't get a girlfriend. As a result, I only left the house for groceries and other necessities.

As I pondered over what had just transpired, I felt a vibration run through 'me.' It was only then that I realized I did in fact have a form, but one without any limbs. As this vibration occurred, I felt a shuffling above me and the muffled voices of what sounded like two men. What they were saying, however, was unbeknownst to me. As this shuffling continued, what was before an all-consuming darkness was slowly being penetrated by an increasing brightness overhead. The sounds of the voices and the shuffling became louder as it approached.

Suddenly, as if I was being dug out of the earth, something above me was removed and I was instantly blinded by a brilliance overhead. The sounds of a bustling civilization became clear to me, but then I heard a voice. A man's voice, to be clear.

?: Ah, this one is a beauty. My highness shall adore this one.

It was deep, and 'large,' if 'large' can describe a voice. The man sounded as if he was passionate about whoever he was referencing.

?: Yes, that is a fine one indeed. I will sell it to you for the same price as the other ones.

An equally deep voice replied, but with a different tone and pitch. As I took in these words, I suddenly felt a large hand grip around my form and lift me. His grip was firm, but not enough to cause any pain to me. As he twisted me around in his hand, my vision met his form. His head was brandished in a medieval helmet with what appeared to be a flamboyant bush of red hair resembling a horse's tail exiting the rear side of the helmet. His torso was adorned in a yellow cape under which was a green vest accented in the same color as his cape. Oddly, one of his arms was missing. I glanced at his thick bare chest and manly abs. He was so hot.

Deep within me, I felt an excitement well up as I glanced over his sexy body, and I experienced a short wonderful sensation which left me panting for breath - which I then realized I hadn't been breathing, nor did I have a mouth of any sort. I suddenly felt panicked, as I struggled to make a sound, but couldn't. After a few seconds of observing me, he tossed me into a bag he was holding at his side.

Darkness enveloped me once again. However, this darkness was unlike the one before. Rays of light pierced a few parts of the bag, dimly lighting the contents of it. What I witnessed confused me. A sea of red, and a slightly sweet scent entered my senses. What filled this burlap bag was - apples. I heard a voice once again.

?: And what was your name, again?

?: My name? Oh, call me Kadomon. And yours?

?: Al.

The road was incredibly rough, and every bump sent me rolling. Rolling, of course, since I was the same as what surrounded me - apples. I got isekai'd only to become a fucking apple. As dumb as it sounded, that was the type of situation I was in. Even now, I could feel god laughing at me, as he had in my previous life.

It seemed as though this world was nowhere near what one could consider 'modern' as it resembled nothing I would see in modern-day Japan. I had deduced by this point that we were traveling in a carriage of sorts. I assumed it was being pulled by horses or some kind of similar creature. The sack I was in was placed on the floor, and all I heard was the sounds of the outside world, as the man who had 'purchased' me, Al, remained silent.

It was frustrating to be unable to produce any sign of my awareness, and I came to understand how people who became conscious under anesthesia felt. It was truly a terrible feeling. As what felt like hours ticked by, I thought of my previous life, my family, and how I never got to say bye. I took pity on myself.

However, my train of thought was cut short as the carriage stopped shaking, and we halted to a stop.

Al: It's about time.

The bag I was in was grabbed and lifted, and I felt myself exit the carriage as he jumped out of the carriage with me. The bag swayed as he walked to an unknown destination. His steps halted, and the sound of knocking permeated my ears. After a few seconds, I heard the sound of a large door being opened. Al was greeted by an unknown person, who I assumed would be a butler of some sort. His voice sounded elderly but also extremely formal. Al continued to walk, with me being in the dark surrounding his destination.

The place we were in sounded grand, as his footsteps echoed on the floor and throughout the halls. Apart from the footsteps, however, there was barely any sound. It was a magnificently quiet place - in other words, my ideal setting. I had always favored being alone rather than at a party or something.

After some rights and lefts, we finally came to a stop, where another large door was opened. Just from the sound, I could tell that this place was even more vast than the halls. Al's footsteps shifted from sounding like they were on stone to sounding like they were on carpet. As he marched forwards, he called out

Al: I have returned with what you have desired, my princess.

?: My, my.

An exquisite feminine voice became known to me. It was formal and devoid of any imperfections. In other words, it was the voice of an angel.

Al: As that young man showed you earlier, Appas have red skin. This was unknown to you due to them being prepared before being served to you. Of course, you can eat the skin, but it isn't all that great. I will be showing you how to properly prepare an appa, as you requested, Priscilla-sama.

Prepare..? It seemed as though the woman's name who spoke earlier was Priscilla. To be honest, she sounded like a Priscilla. I felt movement again, and to my surprise, was turned upside down. I fell and then bounced a few times, but then came to a stop. It seemed like I was emptied onto a large silver platter on a pedestal. After adjusting my gaze, however, I noticed someone approaching me from what appeared to be a throne.

To call her a work of god was an understatement. Her blood red eyes had a glimmer of strong will that could intimidate even the toughest of men. Despite her intimidating aura, she could be considered a woman of true divine beauty. Her pale skin was as white as the purest snow and was highlighted by her faintly pink lips. Her long red blonde hair shun radiantly like the sun itself. She was adorned in an exquisite black and red dress along with many accessories such as jewelry and ribbons that accented her beauty. I couldn't help but become excited as I glanced over her bodacious breasts that protruded from her chest. She was the epitome of beauty. She wore a dignified expression but there was an undeniable trace of excitement visible on her face.

Priscilla: My, how could the beautiful crimson of appas remain unknown to me for all that time?

She seemed to be heavily attracted to me. If only this was a harem anime… except that I am an apple. She walked closer, and I was immediately aware of her scent. It was intoxicating to say the least.

Al: Now then, shall be begin?

I heard the sound of silverware being fondled with, but due to my orientation, I was unable to see what Al was doing. Meanwhile, Priscilla moved even closer, stopping only a few feet away from the platter. She glanced over it, inspecting each apple one by one. When she finally looked at me, we locked eyes, well, if I had eyes. I really didn't even know how I was sensing anything. In any case, looking into her eyes was like staring at an inferno. Her eyes were truly something to behold. Since she was closer, I was able to see her expression more clearly. She seemed to grow increasingly excited. I heard the metallic racket stop, and footsteps approach from the other direction.

Al: Which shall you choose first, my princess?

Without removing her eyes on me, she quickly raised her finger and pointed directly at me. I felt the same hand as earlier grasp me once again, lifting me from the pile. I was placed on another part of the platter, separate from the rest of the apples.

Al: Now then, we shall move onto the first step of preparing an appa.

By this point, both Al and Priscilla were in my field of view. But as I saw what Al had given to Priscilla, my juices ran cold. Glinting in the light, what lay in her hand was a knife.

I was overcome in a feeling of unease as Al and Priscilla moved closer, with Priscilla gripping a knife in her hand. Despite her seductive appearance, she felt menacing at that moment. It's not like apples can feel pain, right? That's ridiculous. Within a few seconds, they were right beside me.

Al: The first step is to orient the knife in the correct way. This technique is called 'paring' and is done with an aptly named 'paring knife' which you are holding.

He guided her hands from the side, like a father teaching his son how to swing a bat. I would have done anything to touch her precious hands. However, the opposite happened. She touched me. The instant her hand made contact with my flesh, I exploded in ecstasy. Even though I had no sexual organs, I experienced a sensation akin to an orgasm. You see, I used to have this fantasy that a girl would burst out of a life-sized apple, and then we would eat the apple together. The roles were all fucked up here, but I couldn't help but be reminded of that fantasy. Her hand caressed my skin further and overloaded my senses.

Al: Now that the knife is in the correct place, the fun and easy part is next. All you have to do is rotate the appa and shave off the skin.

In my ecstasy, I hadn't noticed that the sharp surface of a knife had been placed against me. Wait.. if I could feel pleasure, then…

…

…

…!

I entered a world of pain. I was immediately aware of my flesh being stripped from my body, exposing my sensitive insides to the formerly unnoticeable current of air. My juices leaked from me, enveloping making the air seem even more frigid.

Al: Fabulous! You are doing this perfectly, my princess!

I continued to spin around and around while having my flesh fiercely stripped from me. The pain was immeasurable, but through all of it, I couldn't help but feel sexually excited. I was being fondled by a gorgeous angel! I orgasmed again, even harder this time. Before I knew it, I was completely naked, with my skin and juices pooling beneath. I was defenseless, and that made me feeling even 'harder.'

Al: It is done. Now all that is left is to eat it.

Priscilla: A stripped appa is what I am used to seeing~!

I was lifted by Priscilla and was slowly moved towards her mouth. I knew what was coming, but I couldn't help but orgasm again. I do not regret being isekai'd now! Time seemed to slow as I felt her hot breath graze my insides. I orgasmed again as it overloaded my circumcised body.

As I was lowered to her mouth, her lips and tongue slathered my naked body, covering me in warm saliva. Her tongue glided across every part of me, producing indescribable sensations. Even as her teeth tore me apart, the orgasms I experienced drowned out any pain there as. I was in eternal bliss. She was my princess!

Through my ecstasy, I noticed that my consciousness seemed to be attached to the largest piece left of the apple, and what she tore off fell into her beautiful and seductive mouth and was then swallowed down her tempting throat. No, this is just the foreplay! Now it was time to deepthroat her!

As the last piece of me fell into her mouth, I slid down her tongue, experiencing yet another orgasm. It was a pleasure slip n' slide! I'm just like a hentai protagonist now! I fell deeper into her mouth and was squeezed by her throat as she attempted to swallow me. It was so tight, and warm~! I orgasmed repeatedly as I slowly made my way down her throat, going deeper than any big dick jock ever could! I'm just like Kirito! Take that, you weebs! I referenced my favorite light novel and anime.

Before I knew it, the depths of her tight and comforting throat came to an end, leading into a cavity, which I promptly fell into. I was submerged in a warm bubbling fluid. It was relaxing like a hot tub, despite the fact that it burned. It burned a lot, but it didn't matter. This was a girls stomach acid~! I floated in bliss for what could have been minutes, hours, or even days, orgasming constantly like a god! I didn't disappoint Priscilla at all. She definitely enjoyed every drop of my love juice.

After an indiscernible amount of time, I found myself slowly moving through her digestive system, being caressed by her warm and silky smooth insides. I orgasmed even more. At this point, I'd lost count of how many times I had orgasmed, maybe even in the billions. At this point, my consciousness had been infused into a piece of feces, but that wasn't a problem at all. I was Priscilla's feces!

As time passed, I found myself becoming squeezed even tighter and tighter, only furthering my pleasure. It sent shockwaves of joy through me. I orgasmed even more. At some point, I had begun to see a light at the end of a tunnel. I then realized that I was staring at a toilet bowel. It looks like our time is up, Priscilla. I hope I satisfied you. As the light became brighter and brighter, I felt the contractions of her anus squeeze against me, giving me one last burst of pleasure. Adieu, Mademoiselle.

With my epic last one-liner, I exited her ass with a ploop and splashed into the toilet with a plop. I saw her magnificent bare bottom and even caught a glance of her pussy that now belonged to me. As the rotation of the whirlpool smeared my vision into a blur, I was pulled into the drain and my vision faded to a permanent black.

I couldn't hear anything, nor feel anything. It seems as though I died. At least I went out like a legend! However, as time passed, I began to notice something creeping into my senses… the muffled sounds of bustling activity. My mind was blank, but as I forced myself into thought, I suddenly recalled my existence. As memories flowed through my mind, like water through a pipe, I recalled my most recent memory - exiting a convenience store.