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Guilty Pleasure Slippy

Slippy didn't even hear the doors to his workshop sliding open – he was far too engrossed in the new custom attachment he was developing for ROB;s crotch plate. He wasn't paying a bit of attention to anything other than his work – a typical thing when he was absorbed in his tinkering. Wholly unaware of the blue bird sauntering up to him, Slippy simply continued his tweaking. The short, tubby frog leaned over his workbench and adjusted his goggles with the back of his hand. Falco could hear him grumbling under his breath in that high, squeaky voice of is, though he couldn't make out what he was saying. Some kinda technical jargon, he was sure: muttering to himself about the best and most efficient way to continue these modifications. The bird, standing much taller than Slippy, was about to say something, but stopped himself in an uncharacteristic show of bashfulness. He tried to speak a couple more times, but kept stopping himself.

“What's your problem?” he scolded himself. “This ain't the first time, just ask him already!” He sighed, took in a breath, and then caught his teammate's attention.

“Hey, Slip'!”

“Gah!” Slippy jumped, the screwdriver flying from his right hand and clattering onto the floor. He spun around with a huff, flaring up at Falco's amused, grinning face. “Falco, you jerk! Quit sneaking up on me! Can't you see I'm working on something?”

“Oh, yeah, looks like a real important invention you've got going on.” Falco looked at the large, girthy rod on the bench. “You fixing up some kinda oversized stun baton or something?” Slippy's cheeks turned pink and he shook his head.

“N-no, it's, uh, it's a thing for- what do you want, Falco?” It was Falco's turn to blush, though he tried to bite back his embarrassment.

“Yeah, uh, I need your help with s-”

“Not again!” Slippy groaned. “Are we pumping aphrodisiac into your room or something?!”

“Shhh!!” Falco hissed and moved in to clamp a hand across the frog's mouth. He looked around as if he expected Fox to be hiding in a corner or something. Slippy then slapped his hand away and continued.

“No, seriously, Falco, didn't we do this last night? I- I mean, I'm flattered and everything, and, uh, I can't complain about getting a lotta sex... but this is kinda cutting into my workshop time, you know...?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I guess I've just been pent up lately.”

“Why don't you just ask Fox already?” Falco grimaced at that. “C'mon, it's not like you're not into him. I caught you sniffing his underwear that one time-”

“Shit, Slippy, will you keep your voice down?!” Falco looked around again. It was true, and Falco had done it more than once. There were no two ways about it: Falco had an enormous hard on for Fox, but there was no way in hell he was going to admit to that. He couldn't go to Fox and ask for a dick up the ass, he was way too proud for that; far too proud to go up to his leader and say “Hey, I'm horny for you, mind if I choke on your fuckin' dick?” He'd never hear the end of it. Peppy could have been another option, but Falco was sure there was no way the old man would agree to it. Besides, he was a bit too over the hill for Falco's tastes. One night, though, he had gotten so incredible pent up that he'd turned to Slippy to relieve his needs, and, wouldn't you know it, it had been the best damn fuck he'd had. Slippy Toad of all people... Who woulda thought?

“Come on, man, do your teammate a favour, will ya?” Falco said, crossing his arms and impatiently shuffling from foot to foot. He was gazing at Slippy with a hungry gaze, his body growing needier by the second; he could even feel his manhole clenching and unclenching in anticipation. “The toys ain't gonna do it for me, I need the real thing.” Slippy pondered it, still looking up at the blue bird who seemed seconds away from dropping on his knees and begging for his dick, and the thought of it was very appealing.

“I dunno, Falco, I got a lot of work to do here...” Slippy took on a teasing voice, one that Falco recognised.

“Urrgh... C'mon, Slip, don't make me say it.” Falco couldn't maintain eye contact; he knew he wasn't going to get what he needed unless he behaved himself. He cursed to himself before speaking up again. “Please fuck me, Slippy.”

“Hehe, say it again!” Slippy chortled. Falco had such an enormous ego, and Slippy was often the butt of Falco's jokes and teasing. It felt good to put him in his place like this.

“Fuckin'... Fine. Please fuck me, Slippy, please shove your enormous dick in my ass! There, you happy?”

“That didn't really sound sincere...” Slippy said in a disappointed voice. Falco was ready to throttle him, but his insatiable need for frog dick insisted he behave.

Falco swallowed his pride, “Please fuck me, Slippy. M... My ass needs your fat cock in it. Bend me over and shove your dick in me...!” He was embarrassed to feel his crotch stirring as he pleaded for it, his pants starting to tent, and his hole growing needier still. His ego hated how much his body enjoyed submitting like this, and to Slippy of all guys, but, damn, he couldn't deny how good he could fuck, or how much he really loved being bent over by the frog.

Slippy had a big, cocky grin on his face.

“Hmm, alright, but you owe me!” he beamed, and then pressed a few buttons on a keypad nearby. The workshop doors were locked with a couple of quick beeps, leaving the two of them alone in there, with Falco wholly at Slippy's mercy. “I guess we better get naked already, huh?”

“Y... Yeah... Yeah. Fuck...” Falco muttered, the familiar warmth of arousal flooding his body, his prick growing stiffer as he began stripping himself down. Slippy did the same, the two mercs yanking their clothes off and leaving them in a pile on the floor. Falco stood there, his muscular, lean body on display, his semi-erect dick quivering in anticipation. His blue form was hued green by the lights of some of Slippy's nearby contraptions, a happy trail of red feathers leading down to his crotch and covering his sack.

Slippy was down to his underwear, presenting Falco with the familiar sight of that gargantuan package of his. He wasn't even hard – or semi for that matter – and it still looked huge. Falco had no doubt that he was easily the biggest guy on board when it came to sheer size and girth.

“Hey, you're droolin',” Slippy laughed.

“Pssh! Yeah, yeah just... get 'em off already.” Falco was growing impatient, ready to feast his eyes on the monster Slippy was packing. The underwear slid down, and Slippy Toad's fat, low-hanging prick was revealed. “Fuck, man...” Falco breathed, licking his beak at the sight of it. Slippy couldn't help but blush. He'd always been a bit self-conscious about his size. Not many people had seen it, but they all had the same reaction. They'd ooh and aah, and they'd be all over him. He was flattered, but it was a bit embarrassing. He wasn't used to being lusted over.

“Heh... Ah, sheesh, Falco, you always act surprised when you see it. I'm not that big.”

“Not that big?” Falco echoed. “Man, are you crazy? Last time we did this I could barely walk after! Had to tell Fox I sprained my ankle...” More blushing from Slippy, and he rubbed the back of his head with a big, dumb smile on his face.

“Aw, well, uh, thanks, I guess!” he said. “So, um, we gonna do this?”

“Hell yeah.” Falco stepped forward, taking the flaccid monster in his hand and earning a squeak from Slippy as he started to stroke it.

“Mm! Ah, easy, Falco...” Slippy huffed, his green cheeks still tinted pink. He gave a few shallow thrusts forward, grinding his length against Falco's palm, those blue, feathery fingers closed firmly around his girthy shaft. Falco stroked in time with Slippy's movements, the frog biting his lower lip and leaning back to hold onto his workbench for support as a certain warmth began to spread through his crotch. Falco could feel him stiffening in no time, his own erect dick pulsing with anticipation, his eyes lighting up with excitement. His ass was clenching, partly in excitement, partly with nervousness: Slippy wasn't an easy fit, but he didn't give a single fuck. He needed to be filled; he needed his ass pounded, and Slippy's titanic prick was the perfect pick for the job.

His mind was racing: the usual thoughts he had when he got this needy. The inevitable image of Fox balls deep in his ass popped into his mind... He couldn't take his eyes off that cock, his hand working it while it grew harder by the second. Slippy was letting out a series of squeaking grunts and moans, his head tilted back and his eyes closed.

“Oooh, yeah, l-like that, Falco... F-feels good...” He fully leaned back against the workbench now, hips pushed forward and giving Falco ample access to his maleness. Falco's grip tightened, his tongue going to lick his beak as he stroked. He could feel it pulsing against his fingers, throbbing and twitching, and it soon reached its full size, with the head already glistening with wetness.

“Shit, this is gonna feel so good...” Falco muttered, his thumb gliding over Slippy's sensitive tip and getting a fresh gasp from him as his pre was smeared all over his glans.

“Nggh! Y-yeah, don't stop...” Slippy let out a slow, content huff, hips still pressing forward while Falco teased and rubbed him, his thumb sticky with the warm fluids. “Mm!” Slippy tensed up, his face scrunching a bit as Falco gave his head a few more rubs and a couple of firm, teasing squeezes. “Hoooh, F-Falco-! Oh, man...!” Slippy was squirming, mouth hanging open, lips curled into an enormous grin. He was always so responsive to any attention down there, always whining and gasping. Falco loved it, and the sound of Slippy's squeaky voice moaning for him made him throb harder.

“I'll get him moaning, alright...” Falco thought, and he was about to kneel down when Slippy spoke up.

“W-wait a sec,” he said quickly.

“Huh? What?” Falco gave an impatient look. He wanted this dick already.

“I wanna try something...” Slippy looked bashful.

“Yeah? What...?”

“Uh, well...” Slippy paused, wondering how he could phrase this. After a moment, he turned around and bent over the desk, presenting his fat, leathery frog ass to the bird.

“Wha-”

“Eat it,” Slippy said. “I've never had my ass eaten before...” Falco stared at it in abject surprise.

“Eat your ass,” he said. “You... want me to eat your ass?” Slippy's cheeks glistened slightly in the light of the workshop, seeming to shine under the lights overhead. Big, fat, with that amphibious, leathery texture... What would those squishy cheeks feel like clamped around his face?

“Uh, yeah!” Slippy said, sticking his ass out further. “Come on, Falco, haven't you eaten ass before or something?”

“Nggh... Well, yeah, but...” He just continued to stare at it, that froggy behind wiggling right in front of his face. Well... he'd already been fucked up the ass by Slippy in the past, what was the harm in chowing down on his asshole, too?

With that, he took hold of Slippy's cheeks and parted them, gazing at the hole presented to him. It looked so tight, and so inviting. He leaned forward, stopped, and then peeked around the cheeks to speak.

“Not a word about this to anyone.”

“Yeah, yeah...” Slippy rolled his eyes and stuck his butt out some more. Falco grumbled and leaned forward again, his tongue prodding at Slippy's entrance while the warmth of the frog's body washed over him. At that point, Slippy took his communicator from nearby.

“Hey, Fox, Falco's eating my ass!”

“What?!” Falco bellowed and pulled back; he glared daggers.

“I'm kidding, I'm kidding!” Slippy guffawed, the workshop filled with his loud, squeaky laughter. He pushed the communicator away; Falco bristled.

“Dipshit.” Grumbling, he got back to work. His tongue found its way back to Slippy's hole, the meaty taste of ass hitting him in an instant as he began to drag it along that eagerly awaiting entrance.

“Ohhoo, oh boy...” Slippy huffed, arms resting on the bench, ass pressed back against Falco's face, the bird's beak shoved neatly between his cheeks. “Keep licking... Y-yeah, just like that...” Falco's tongue felt so warm on his asshole, the explorative thing jabbing and prodding at his tightness, leaving a trail of spit across it. “Y... You gonna get in there or just tease it all night?”

“Mrrff...” Falco grumbled some more against the hole. The frog had no patience, and no tact, for that matter. You don't just shove your tongue right in there, you gotta give the pucker a few licks, first. Once the hole was slathered with spit, however, Falco thrust his tongue against Slippy's entrance and pushed it inside.

“Gaaah, that's... that's it...!” Slippy whined, a big, open-mouthed smile on his face, tongue lolling from his mouth as he basked in the feeling of Falco's tongue worming its way inside his tight froggy passage. He wiggled his ass, the fat cheeks grinding against the bird's face while Falco's beak pressed against him. That eager tongue was flitting around against his walls, poking and prodding at his insides while the taste flooded Falco's mouth.

“Mrrfff... Glrrrk...” He was moaning loudly around the hole, his dick pulsing in a show of neediness. His shaft was wet with pre, the head glistening with the sticky fluids that spurted from his slit, and his asshole was still begging to be stuffed by that monster.

After a good amount of asshole-sucking, Falco pulled back with a gasp, his cheeks burning pink when an overly submissive whine escaped his throat. He was enjoying the role of submissive slut a bit more than he'd like to let on.

“Alright,” Falco said, slightly breathless, “I've eaten your ass, so, are you gonna... you know...?”

“Fuck you?” Slippy asked, giving his ass one more wiggle in Falco's face before turning around. Falco's eyes immediately latched onto the throbbing beast in front of him.

“Y...Yeah.” Falco licked his lips and then gasped when Slippy took a step forward and slapped him across the beak with his shaft, leaving a trail of pre.

“You wanna suck it first?” he said. “I don't have any lube left, and I guess you don't want me going in dry...”

“Urgh, seriously?” Falco grumbled, putting on that stubborn tough guy front when what he really meant was Fuck yes, stuff it down my fuckin' throat.

“Uh, you don't have to,” said Slippy, rubbing the back of his head again. “It's just-”

“No, I want t- I mean, to lube it up, right? I'll suck it.” He gave a grunt when Slippy rubbed his dick across his beak a couple more times, leaving more trails of pre-cum across him. Gazing at that big, stiff thing, Falco braced himself and then opened up.

“Glrrrk... Hrrnggh...” Falco groaned, Slippy's cock slipping into his mouth.

“Oooh... You sure you can take it, Falco?”

“Mrrf!” Falco just grunted and glared up at him. Slippy took it as a sign to keep going, and he thrust his hips forward good and hard. “Glrrkk!!” Falco choked when it hit the back of his throat, but Slippy didn't pull out. Instead, he took Falco by the head and started working in and out of him. The beak felt rough and firm, unlike the sharp beaks of feral avians, and the feel of it scraping gently against his shaft, massaging the length, had Slippy quivering. It was the same pleasurable sensation as finally getting to scratch a real bad itch on your dick; Slippy loved it. As he thrust in and out of Falco's throat, his birdbrained teammate put his tongue to work. He slurped and licked, his loud choking sounds filling Slippy's ears the whole time. He soon had the shaft covered in his spit: it was lubed up as much as it was going to be, but he didn't pull back, and Slippy didn't pull out. The frog simply kept pistoning in and out of him, ramming his monster deep down Falco's throat, which bulged noticeably with every strong thrust.

Falco's chin was wet with the spit dribbling from his mouth, his eyes closing as the potent taste of musky frog dick flooded him. The sopping wet, leathery dick pummelled the back of his throat, spurting pre onto Falco's eager tongue while Slippy tilted his head up and filled the workshop with his moans, which were an almost comical sound considering Slippy's usual squeaky, high-pitched voice.

“Ngghh! Ohh, Falco, y-you're real good at sucking dick, you know?”

“Mrrff!!” Falco spluttered in response, more spit spilling out the sides of his mouth and down his chin. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten that compliment...

“K-keep sucking! I think... think I'm almost ready for your ass...!” He was gripping the edge of his workbench, squirming and wiggling in sheer pleasure while his hefty, low-hanging sack slapped against Falco's chin. The intense face-fucking went on for a good, long while, and their combined moans only intensified. Falco couldn't stop choking, but his pride – and need for cock – wouldn't let him stop sucking. It's not like he was a total bottom or anything – he topped, sure, but, man, did he love a good cock ploughing his insides...

With a grunt, Slippy suddenly yanked his length from the bird's mouth, leaving him gasping and spluttering on the ground.

“Ack- fuck...!” Falco huffed, licking his beak clean of spit and pre, the taste of cock still fresh in his mouth.

“So, uh, you ready for it?” asked Slippy. Falco spluttered a bit more before looking up at him.

“Shove it up my ass already.”

“You got it!” Slippy beamed. He still felt a bit bashful at how much Falco was lusting after him, but he wasn't going to complain about a tight hole to stick his dick in. They got into position: Falco bent over Slippy's workbench with this tempting, feathery ass sticking out tantalisingly in the frog's direction. Slippy's eyes lit up at the sight of it. Those feathers were so soft and smooth, and the cheeks were just begging to be spread wide. Falco grunted when he felt his companion's hands on his behind, fingers kneading him firmly. The groping was rough, in a sort of clumsy way. Slippy really didn't have much experience with this kind of thing, and he was unceremoniously grabbing at Falco's exposed cheeks, earning a series of grunts and mumbles from the bird.

“Y-you gonna squeeze it all day or what?”

“Geez, you're impatient,” said Slippy, now spreading the cheeks and slipping his dick between them. “You must be really desperate for it, huh?”

“Pssh... You have no idea...” Falco huffed, his grip on the bench tightening when he felt the warm, wet tip of Slippy's prick rubbing up against his eagerly awaiting asshole.

Falco took in a deep breath, preparing himself for the inevitable stretching he was about to get. That fat cock of Slippy's continued to prod and rub against his hole, leaving it slick and wet with pre. A moment later, and Slippy pushed forward, cock straining against the tightness and earning strained grunts from the two of them, until it finally popped inside.

“Gaaah! Ooh, fuck-!” Falco tilted his head up, eyes wide and his beak curling into a huge smile. “Fuuuuck!”

“Holy crap...” Slippy huffed; he was always surprised how tightly that asshole gripped his shaft. It was so warm, and clenching around him so firm and tightly. He leaned forward, shuffling closer and taking Falco by the hips as the bird grunted and closed his eyes. A surge of pleasure washed over him as several more pulsing inches of froggy dick was steadily pushed into his body, a gasping moan leaving his throat.

“Fuuuuck...” he groaned, now resting his head on his arms in front of him, eyes still closed while he braced himself for more cock. The sheer size of Slippy's manhood was difficult for a tight little bird hole like Falco's to take, but he took it nonetheless. His own prick was quivering and leaking, his glans soaked with fluids, glistening in the workshop's lights. He could feel more of his passage being filled up as Slippy inched his way inside; Falco's ass was putting up a good amount of resistance, but he'd loosen up once Slippy really got to work ploughing it.

With his ass sticking out further, Falco accepted more of that massive, pre-slick cock into him.

“Haaah... Shit... M-more, c'mon, gimme the whole- the whole t-thing- shit-!” There was more squirming and groaning from Falco, who was now fully basking in the sensations filling his athletic, feathery body. Slippy was almost hilted, and he shuffled about some more, sliding a couple inches out before thrusting in good and hard, now burying himself deep inside Falco's ass and earning a loud, pained cry from him.

“Gaaahhh!!! Fuck!!” A few beads of sweat dripped down Falco's forehead, his hands balled into fists, beak curled into an enormous, dumb grin; he was even starting to drool.

“You okay, Falco...?” Slippy huffed, still hilted inside that tightness.

“Yeah!” Falco gasped “Yeah, I'm f-fine... Holy shit...” Slippy's monster always did a number on his ass, but he didn't care. He wasn't afraid of getting his insides rearranged by a good, big cock, and he more than welcomed every inch Slippy had to offer despite how difficult it was. He looked back and met Slippy's gaze.

“Fuck me,” he grunted. “Go to town on my ass.” He was grinding his cheeks against Slippy's hips, his neediness overwhelming him. He could feel Slippy's shaft pulsing and throbbing against his walls, the head probing and poking his inner reaches.

“Alright, birdbrain, if you say so.” Slippy would be lying if he said he didn't feel some sense of satisfaction from doing the ace pilot up the ass. Falco's enormous ego was no secret, and Slippy was very frequently the butt of Falco's jokes and teasing, and now there they were: Slippy's enormous fuckstick jammed right up Falco's man pussy, and he was really about to get Falco moaning for him.

“Nggh!” Another grunt left Falco as the frog began to slide himself out... and then the fucking started: he slammed in hard, his thick hips beginning their work. Back and forth, in and out, all the while fresh gasps and moans left the pair and filled the workshop. Falco tried to keep his moaning down, and wanted to tell Slippy to do the same – he didn't need Fox or the old man overhearing this, after all – but he just couldn't. It felt too damn good, and it was driving him crazy with desire. His dick spurted pre onto Slippy's workbench, quivering and rock hard. His balls tensing in response to the constant attention to his prostate, the sack swinging and bouncing to and fro in time with the intense and merciless thrusting.

“Ooh, geez, Falco! You're still real tight!” Slippy picked up the pace, and he held Falco close as he pounded, biting his lower lip in a display of sheer pleasure. He'd ploughed this hole a good many times, but it never seemed the slightest bit looser. It was just so tight, so warm and inviting, begging to be used.

“Don't stop!” Falco pleaded. “Fuck, Slippy, don't... stop...!” His head was tilted up, eyes closed and mouth having open while his chin was stained with his drool. Falco's own hardness was throbbing between his legs, begging for attention, and he quickly brought his hand down to grip himself. He gave it a few fervent pumps, wetting his fingers with pre-cum, but he was too focused on taking Slippy's dick to pleasure himself, and his hand quickly slipped away from the rock hard member.

“Mm! Falco! Ohh, geez, Falco-!” Slippy moaned, now leaning forward with his big, leathery belly pressing down against the pilot's back and keeping him pinned there. He brought his arms around Falco's midsection, pulling him close while his hips pounded away. Every blow to his prostate had Falco whimpering with sheer pleasure, his pre dripping onto the floor of Slippy's workshop, pooling at his feet and making a large, sticky mess.

“Fuckin'... destroying my asshole...!” Falco grunted, his fuckhole stretched good and wide around Slippy's girth, his bowels being pummelled and obliterated with every shove into him. It was driving him wild and crazy, and his legs were shaking. He was drawing close to the inevitable: he was about to blow. His feather nuts tensed up, and his cock pulsed harder still. He couldn't help but moan Slippy's name as the enormous froggy dick sent him hurtling towards his peak.

“Slippy! Wreck my cunt, Slippy! Wreck my ass, you fuckin' frog! F-fuck-!!” His voice had turned high-pitched, dripping with need and desperation, and one more slam to his sweet spot was all it took to get him to boiling point. Slippy could feel that tightness throbbing around him as Falco's body gripped his cock, that rock hard shaft still ploughing away at the bird's hole, all while Falco began emptying his nuts all over the table he was bent over.

“Grrraahh- shit!” Falco snarled with pleasure, writhing while his cock pumped a good dozen fat loads of birdy cum, his balls aching and swiftly emptied. “Haaahh... Haaah... D-damn...” Falco panted, his dick bouncing between his legs while Slippy continued fucking. The cock in his ass still had him whimpering and drooling, and he managed a few exhausted words. “Keep... going... fill me up, Slip...”

“Y-yeah, I'm gonna!” Slippy managed to huff between his laboured, breathless pants. His chubby body was covered in sweat; it dripped down his face, his chest, and his large, tubby belly, and onto Falco's back, drenching the blue bird's feathers.

Slippy's breath caught in his throat when he felt his swaying balls preparing to unload, and he tilted his head up, eyes closed and mouth open.

“Ngghh, Falco!!” he cried out, now going balls deep into Falco's tightness and giving a couple more thrusts which finally sent him over the edge. Falco's insides were painted white with frog cum, his bowels flooded to the brim, his ass filled with jizz – and Slippy had so much of it to offer: so many immense loads of jizz, all for Falco's tight, cock-loving asshole. Falco could feel it; he could feel those fat ropes of seed filling him up, and he basked in the sensation.

“That's the shit,” he breathed, pressing his ass back and grinding his cheeks against Slippy's hips. He let the frog's cock reach as deep inside his body as possible with a constant look of exhausted bliss on his face.

With his climax subsiding and his cock firing a couple last loads of cum into Falco's ass, Slippy lay forward and put his entire weight on top of the avian. The two lay panting for a moment, and Falco eventually managed to get some words out.

“You're... crushing me...”

“O-oh, uh, y-yeah, my bad...” Slippy huffed, still drenched with sweat. He had to take a moment to collect himself and recover from the intense orgasm, but he then moved back and slowly slid his cock from Falco's ass with an audible and satisfying pop. Falco shivered at the feel of the cum spurting out of his freshly used hole and dripping down his taint, and he then turned around to face the frog.

“Thanks,” he said simply. It wasn't often that he thanked Slippy for anything, but he'd just been fucked up the ass by the guy, so what use was it being bashful at that point?

“Ah, heh, anytime,” Slippy said. “You've got a pretty good ass, y'know?”

“I know,” said Falco. He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced down at the softening monster between Slippy's legs. “You've got a great dick.”

“Thanks! I kinda figured by the way you were moaning.”

“Yeah, yeah, I moaned like a bitch, just don't act smug about it. And remember not to tell Fox! Or the old man!”

“I won't, sheesh.” Slippy rolled his eyes. He then glanced at the mess Falco had made. “Aw man, there's cum all over my workbench...” And there was a lot of it, too. He had really emptied Falco's nuts all over the place.

“Hey,” said Falco. “I guess you'll wanna get back to your... modifying, or whatever you were doing, right?”

“Uh-huh. Catch you later?”

“Yeah. Later.” Falco went to leave, pulling on his clothes and giving another shiver when he felt the cum dripping out into his underwear. “Uh, Slip? Ah, thanks for the fuck. I'll come find ya if I need another one.” Slippy didn't have time to respond before Falco had left. The frog just rolled his eyes and got back to work, still naked, with his dick leaking excess jizz onto the floor.

THE END