Croaked Conditioning [Subscriber Reward]
Sascha hears a toad croak, and her old programming kicks in.
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Croaked Conditioning
By Limewah
Subscriber Reward for Moggers (Feb 2024)
Crrrrrroak.
Sascha was suddenly wide awake. Normally the tigress was the one who slept like a log, and nothing could shake her.
But when she looked at her bed-mate, she could see Suzu was still snoring softly.
…Maybe she’d just hallucinated that sound; it could have been a dreamt sound that knocked her out of her slumber. If so, she had forgotten the dream already.
She closed her eyes and laid back down. Silence reigned for only a short time.
Crrrrrroak.
There it was again. Her eyes shot open and her spine went stiff in the bed. A shiver went down her spine and she squeaked with shock.
“Breakfast…” Suzu mumbled, starting to gnaw on her pillow as she rolled onto her front and stuck her butt in the air. Sascha laid back down again. She could hear something trudging along down below in the street. Something four-legged, by the sounds of those scraping footfalls.
All sorts of creatures seemed to trawl this part of the city at night… at least their hotel room was high-up enough that nothing was going to crawl inside-
Crrrrroak.
That third croak unearthed something Sascha had forgotten, and with it, all the sensations that came with it.
“Yessss, my darling. Feel the power of my magic toad’s croak overwhelm you… it rumbles your mind apart and makes you perfectly docile, doesn’t it? And soon, you’ll be under my control. You’ll make a fine bride for me, Bufon The Toad-Mancer…!”
Sascha would have been repulsed by the squat, pale-green-skinned gremlin, if not for the toad he clutched in his hands. It glimmered, and every croak sent waves of pleasure through her body. She felt so very sleepy, pleasantly so, and she smiled like a docile kitten as she stumbled closer.
“Now, my darling… do you serve…?” the little creep wheezed.
The toad croaked again, making her brain vibrate with pleasure.
“I serve you, your wartiness~” Sascha mumbled happily, eyelids fluttering as she sleep-walked closer, her mind swirling and spinning so blissfully.
“And what do you feel when you hear the crrroak of the toad?”
“Happy and docile,” Sascha repeated her lines. “Ready to serve the croak, and serve you…”
“Crroak-oak-oak!” the Toad-mancer laughed a gargling laugh. “How Hoppy I am to hear that…”
The rest of the memory didn’t matter. Sascha was too wobbly to remember how she escaped. All she felt was a desire to hear the sound again. To be closer the next time it came. She began to shuffle in her sheets, easing her way out of bed. It was just when she swung her legs over the side of the bed that she heard another…
Crrrrroak.
She shot up straight, her legs sticking out stiffly and her tail shooting to attention. Her eyes went wide, her pupils dilated, and from there she moved more like an automaton than a tiger. She marched towards the window and looked out, to see a huge, bipedal toad wandering down the street. It looked like it was almost as tall as Sascha, and far wider, with a bulbous belly. Its glistening skin was a teal blue with a yellow belly and hands. Its purple tongue was lolling out of its mouth.
The sight of a beast this big just wandering around the city streets shocked Sascha out of her stupor. How did it get in here? Did it escape from some illegal zoo? Were the guards just that oblivious? They weren’t so safe in this area after all. She had to wake Suzu up and-
Crrrroak.
The train of thought was gone. Sascha’s face stiffened into a tight grin, and she let out a loud growl of pleasure, which drew the Toad’s attention from way down below. It looked startled, at first, a brief moment of fight-or-flight flickering in its bulging yellow eyes. It looked like it was about to run, flinching and turning. But the toad quickly realised Sascha was still staring down at it with a smile, content to serve, a thrall to her conditioning.
The toad's cautious look seemed to turn into a grin as it stared up at her, and it nodded quickly to itself. It reared back, its stomach distending as it took in a deep gulp of air. When it exhaled, the toad blew a big, purple bubble of poisonous, glistening ichor. It floated up towards her, slow enough for her to easily duck back into the window.
But instead, Sascha stepped through the threshold and stood on the slanted tiles just below. It was a long drop, one that she could make without even thinking… but for now, she stood and waited to hear the next croak. She didn’t even seem to notice the bubble until it squished against her face. The bubble’s thick membrane pushed into her, still in motion, and somehow remained intact as her snout penetrated it. Her head was surrounded by a dome of glistening purple fluid, its fumes washing over her.
Before the smell could make her retch, another memory pushed into her head.
“You find the aroma delicious, don’t you, my soon-to-be-bride…”
_The poisonous ichor wafted into the, the syrupy leftovers of the burst bubble having coated her snout entirely. Her body was quivering with instinctual rejection, but the croaking of the toad twisted the signals her nose sent to her mind. The toxic sting turned sweet and delicate, like the scent of wine and sugar being boiled into a candy. Her stiff body began to melt, and as she breathed in more of the scent, her covered nose blew little bubbles out of the nostrils. _
“The most delicious scent you’ve ever known… just how I, the Toad-Mancer, am the most beautiful thing a croak-quettish girl like you could ever desire...”
Sascha nodded with placid understanding.
_”Yes, yes… You’ll be mine till you croak! Crr-oak-oak-oak!” _
The bubble popped around Sascha’s head, and that sweet, grapey scent stifled her thoughts once again. Now she was definitely gone, at the mercy of the feral creature below. Her eyes were wide and glassy through the slimey coating around her face and whiskers.
She was beaming, though it was hard to tell through the thick layer of sludge.
The Toxic Toad stared up at her, tilting its head to the side as its tongue lolled out of its mouth. It let out a long, confused crrrrroak. The sound unearthed even more of Sascha’s old conditioning, and her body began to move avolitionally again; this time to get even closer to the sound as if hearing it from a closer distance would feel even better.
She began to climb down towards the Toxic Toad, her thick claws leaving deep gashes in the wall of the inn the whole way down. The Toad shrank away again, fixated on those claws and fearing the damage they might cause.
Perhaps they were afraid the tiger was coming for a strike, because they instinctively created another big bubble of poison and wafted it in her direction. It hit her in the face and wrapped around her head just as she landed on the street.
As soon as it popped, she went stiff as a pole, her tail as straight as a blade. The stiffness only lasted a moment before she continued her unstoppable march.
She reached her paws out towards the toad, as she backed them into a wall. The Toad whimper-croaked and froze in place as she grasped its forelegs and pulled it closer to her, lips to snout.
In her memory, she was walking along an aisle in a flowing dress made of algae and moss, a chorus of croaks on either side guiding her towards a swampy altar.
“Now, my darling… will you make me the Hoppiest sorcerer alive…?”
Her husband-to-be, the marvelous Toadmancer, puckered his lips expectantly, and she stooped down towards him…
Sascha was off in her little dreamland as she planted kiss after thick kiss on the pleasantly befuddled toad’s lips. The Toad squirmed and struggled and croaked, which only spurred Sascha’s advances on. Another bubble formed on its lips, inflating into another translucent dome around the tranced tigress’ head.
The next thing the toad knew, she thrust one of its arms out to the side. It took them away from the wall, stepping in a one-two-three waltz and spinning it around. She let go of one of its hands and kept dancing as she tugged it along. Her head spun with matrimonial memory, and the toxic toad stumbled in tow.
Now that it was beginning to realise its power over her, the toad grinned lecherously. She danced ahead of it, and her fat rump jiggled and rippled with each footfall she made. The Toad’s tongue slithered and wagged, before swinging out to slap Sascha’s rear.
“Aah-!” she yelped. “Darling, please~! Wait till we’re back home in the swamp…!”
Swamp? The Toxic Toad at least understood that one word. It nodded and chirped contentedly; it knew exactly where to bring her. It moved alongside her and took her hand, awkwardly but eagerly guiding her sluggish dance towards its home.
They danced down the dark city streets, Sascha lost in her entranced visions, and the Toad excited to have a new surprise plaything.