Do Not Fool Yourself

There is porn in here.

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Voltar had this great plan.

He'd heard that on the internet, hundreds of young girls had become infatuated with his companion, Doktor Frogg.

Thought Voltar himself was confused by this, he had figured there would be no harm in it.

He visited a couple websites, and came upon….the reason…these girls like Frogg so much.

"Oh my goo..d…ness is that red?"

And the idea hit him.

"I've made a deal with some girl on the internet that we'll get some cash for this. Cash to buy stuff to cause havoc with! Muahahahahah!"

Red Menace giggled. Doktor Frogg blushed vehemently.

"You can't be serious, Voltar?" Frogg begged, his accent smeared over the words.

"Do you want to rule the world or not? Besides, it's not like you guys are…You know."

Red Menace put up his hand.

"Oh! Me! Pick me!"

"Red…?" Voltar asked.

"Yellow!"

"What?"

"Me and Doktor Frogg are not yellow."

"No…That's not what I meant at all. I meant gay."

"Pft, gay, What is that?"

Voltar looked around, at Doktor Frogg for support.

"Uh, you know…Like…" Voltar stuttered, not exactly sure himself.

"I hear neighbourhood kids say it all the time. Is it like an emotion?" Red asked.

"It means…"Doktor Frogg trailed off into a mumble and a blush. Red Menace looked at him curiously.

"What?"

"Nothing. Can we get this over with please? Voltar? I have…Lab…Things…To do." Frogg felt his blush heat his goggles. He started fogging up.

Voltar pulled out a little camera and pressed record. A little red light came on, and Red Menace adjusted his weight on the chair.

Doktor Frogg, braced awkwardly on his lap, looked down but saw Red's groin beneath green folds, so looked to the side but saw a broken mirror reflecting how awkward he looked and how comfortable and innocent Red looked.

So Frogg closed his eyes against it all.

"What are we supposed to do?" Red asked, even though he was happy enough just sitting and interacting with his companions, especially Frogg. He worked too hard.

"I dunno. Kiss and stuff." Voltar suggested. From what he'd seen on the internet, that's what happened,.

"Okay." Red Menace's smile lifted his features, crinkled his freckles and brightened the room. Frogg could feel its warmth and acceptance, even through tightly closed mechanical eyelids. He opened them a second and saw the subtle movements in Red's arms and lips, showing his intent for contact.

Doktor Frogg willed himself into calm, rhythmic breathing. Red's hands made contact everywhere it seemed. A hand on Frogg's neck, nearly engulfing his entire left side, a hand on his thigh and a shifting of weight so he could lean into the awkward scientist perched on his long leg'd lap.

"I feel so exploited…" Frogg murmured, his entire face hot, his ears burning, his chest aflame with erratic heart throbs.

Red's hands found themselves tucking underneath the dark blue lab coat, pulling the sleeves away from the brassy claws. The Doktor's milk skin was revealed little by little by Red's gentle, careful fingertips.

"You're skin…It's so soft." Red whispered, entranced his fingers running back and forth on Frogg's forearm. Frogg felt himself choke on air fighting to escape him in a noisy rush.

The red gloved hand at Frogg's neck pulled his head forward, towards Red's innocence and happiness, just beyond the teeth and tongue. Frogg suddenly wanted it. Wanted to be a part of it.

He clamped his eyes closed and waited in agonizingly tense anticipation, his whole body coiling.

"Please don't look so sad, Doktor…" Red said softly, a hairsbreadth from Frogg's lips. He could feel the gingers warm, lung fresh air washing over his lip. His claws shook with anticipation, Red's fingertips pressured his fragile insides with a threat that neither expected.

And they met.

Voltar kept recording, thinking of all the money, all the destruction, all the havoc that would ensue. And then neighbourhood control! All of it just at his companion's price of ultimate innocence. A fair price, Voltar guessed.

Red's hands squeezed dangerously, his thumb hovering just above the L.O.S.E. belt buckle Frogg still had on.

Their lips remained locked in a constant, awkward motion as they got used to putting what they'd seen on TV into real life practice.

But Red didn't know about this…Other stuff happening.

Frogg's constant weight shifting as they kissed, his claws grasping and releasing the green fabric of his costume, or his own hands rubbing the soft, white flesh.

He felt his face get warm, and a weight drop into his belly almost sickening; as his and Frogg's belt buckles clashed, a shock of strange , overpowering sensation running up the front of his belly, capturing air and forcing it between his lips in a startled, confused gasp.

He broke from Frogg, who didn't stop the rocking weight shifting , who's claws still kneaded at Red's costume.

"I feel sick." Red said bluntly, confused. Frogg's constant moving slowed and stopped. He looked humiliated.

"Hey hey hey! There was no 'stop'! I think that was getting good!" Voltar snapped angrily. He didn't know what was going on between them at all, but his costume was becoming stifling.

"I'm sorry. I just feel….So strange. Like there's a weight in my belly." He said, half to the Doktor, half to Voltar. He looked down at his belly, as if to see a weight of some sort dragging it down, but instead saw tow very strange folds in both his and Frogg's costumes..

"What's wrong with our pants?" He asked, bewildered. Frogg took a half terrified glance down and immediately regretted it.

"I have to-" Red's hands tightened on his milky flesh.

"Please don't leave…I'm scared of this." Red told him in all wide eye'd innocence. Frogg stared into that abyss of purity, poised to run n all abandon from it.

"Red, I…It's…"

"We aren't done shooting, either! No one is gonna pay big, destructive, havoc causing, neighbourhood controlling dollars to watch you two be all…Weird. We need a money shot!" Voltar demanded.

"I'll get a drink of water, then maybe we can finish." Red suggested, looking at Frogg, who seemed lost. Red's hands reluctantly left the warm white skin, but not without leaving red marks on it. They felt like burn marks to Frogg.

He slid off Red's lap haltingly and awkwardly, only to stumble on the ground. Red helped steady him then wandered off to find water.

Voltar stretched. Frogg hunched into a comfortable position and digested all this new information the outside world demanded he process and learn from, or be forever lost in.

There was the basic biological sequence that Frogg knew of, but ignored in favour of mechanics and explosives, and there was this faint feeling of airiness, a lifting, that he felt. Almost a hope. A hope in shape and function of a giant helium balloon, lifting him from a place he hadn't known was a place at all, into a new sort of existence. One that required a better understanding of basic biological sequences, apparently.

Red looked out the window above the sink. He saw the overcast morning, saw the hints of rain. He dropped the glass onto the counter with a shaking hand and saw a very confused reflection in the window pane.

He put a hand on his belly to comfort it, petting it like a cat. He looked down at his belly, but saw the strange fold in his costume. He knew what was down there, vaguely, but he didn't know what was going on, nor why it was happening.

The hand petting his belly ventured to the fold, grazed it gently. A flicker of sensation hummed inside him, and was drowned by Voltar's shouts for him to return. He turned away from the confused reflection and the pre-rain sky and rejoined his companions in the living room.

Frogg avoided eye contact win how own, awkward style, and Voltar tapped his foot impatiently, camera held against his hip with his hand.

"Sorry, Voltar. Doktor Frogg? Are you alright?" Red asked, his smile kept quietly at the corners of his wide mouth. Frogg coughed and blushed, shaken from his musings.

"Yes? Yes. I'm fine." He said, his claws together, tapping as if they themselves thought.

Red sat himself down on the chair he'd been on, and Frogg returned to his lap, belt buckles as far as humanly possible. Red's confused look slackened as Frogg's became more entertaining.

"Frogg! Move in! Just like before." Voltar commanded, readying the camera.

Frogg swallowed deeply, his lungs gasping for the air that already filled the,. Frogg looked back to the spaces of his and Red's costumes that held the strange fold and then jerked his eyes away. He scooted his body towards Red's, eyes averted but wide open.

Red put his hands were they felt they belong, on any milky flesh the could find, and pulled Frogg even closer. A sensation bolted though him. A strong, heavy, flaming one. His mouth opened involuntarily, just as his eyes closed and a moan escaped him, startling both Frogg and Voltar. Red panted a few seconds, eyes shut, the feeling subsiding.

"Are you okay?" Frogg asked, Red's eyes half opened with a hot feeling he didn't have a word for.

"Do that again." He said darkly, a tinge of boyish innocence struggling to stay intact.

Frogg gained a nervous face as the dark voice spilled from Red's throat. From his darkest place.

Frogg shifted his weight against Red's belly, his thin hips inadvertently nudging the space where the strange fold was most apparent.

Red's teeth clenched. His face reddened, his eyes became heavily lidded. His hands gripped Frogg's milky flesh tightly. Frogg saw the unbridled…darkness erupt in Red's eyes and felt swept up in it. Red dragged Frogg's fragile body tighter against himself, clumsily and searched for the scientists lips with his own.

The shocks of sensation weren't making him sick any more, they were making him…Active, ridden and driven buy some prescestrial need he didn't know the basic need of, but knew that he needed…Whatever it was. He needed the shocks to keep going, get more….Intense. His lips met Frogg's in an excited crush, neither of them feeling particularly comfortable with their skills in the area, but learning quickly.

Red broke away, meeting Froggs's eyes and for an instant returning to that abyss of purity.

"Do you feel like this too?" He asked, needing to know. Boyish desperation and a man's consideration conflicting between the splashes of freckles.

Red's hands had worked themselves all over Frogg's thin pale body, getting the lab coat nearly off, blunted finger tips digging in around his hips.

Frogg inhaled sharply, the return to purity a comforting albeit unwanted thing at the moment. As much of a culture shock all that darkness had been, he had hardly been able to see himself in it. He had just felt unconscious of how awkward or silly he may have looked.

"I…I don't know." He stammered, hardly able to speak for all the heat between the,.

Red's boyish smile beamed full force, holding the ocean of… Ocean of mind numbing blackness at bay for just a few seconds.

Red moved his hands from Frogg's hips to the fold in his costume, a strong finger grazing it with controlled, uncertain pressure.

Frogg felt a crack of explosive sensation shoot through his fragile frame and thought he may break.

Red watched Frogg's expression change like a storm, felt a heat arise in him, matching the colour of the Doktor's cheek.

He pulled Frogg's hips against his own, but kept that pressure on the Doktor's fold. He could feel Frogg's erratic heart beat through the fabric, felt it twitch suddenly.

It scared him a little, his innocence gaining scars from the experience.

The shocks of sensation coursing though him like his own blood was seeking more to claim. Frogg's claws gripped onto hi shoulders, nearly tearing the through the green costume with their kneading.

"R…Red what is this?" Doktor Frogg panted, his shoulders beginning to shake. Red pulled him, forcing their hips together, just a little faster then before, just a little harder.

"You guys sound like dying hamsters. No one is going to pay for this!" Voltar shouted suddenly and stormed off.

Red was startled out of movement. He watched Voltar leave and looked at Frogg, who was having trouble opening his eyes and lungs.

"Stopped?" He managed to mutter, then he coughed. "Why did you stop?"

Red looked at the floor, then at Frogg.

"This kind of thing happens in a bedroom. On a bed. Right? We're in a living room…On a chair." He smiled his face cracking with that blinding purity.

Frogg nodded and squealed as Red picked him up, stood and walked him to his bedroom.

He placed Frogg perfectly on the bed, sitting up, and went to sit beside him when Frogg held up a claw in caution.

"Take off your clothes." He said, simply. Red grinned.

"What? Why?"

"Easier."

"Okay."

Frogg felt like he was drowning in ink, he couldn't see his claws or his feet; all he could do was feel. Red's naked fingers pressured and caressed gently firm all along his thighs ad the ginger's hip[s found his own and grinded against the feverishly. His voice, his sounds vibrated in Frogg's ears, but went utterly unheard. He could feel a moment coming; a rising heat he'd only felt in dreams and had always hated waking up to.

Red had a hand pressed awkwardly between their bodies, keeping these sensation ridden organs aligned to keep the shocks sparking and exhausting his lungs. He heard Frogg panting, felt himself moaning uncontrollably, felt the rumbling in his throat that would make him nervous later.

He felt a sudden shift in the heat inside him. His hips moved desperately of their own accord, Frogg just behind that desperation, tiny cries of animalistic need escaping him.

Red saw the collar bone, the exposed neck and ear of the Doktor and engulfed them with teeth and tongue with a sudden, undeterred action, his body kicking for an explosion he knew waited.

Frogg cried out, his voice, controlled by ancestoric animals, desperate for release. The tongue and teeth along his neck line made him buck and shift uncontrollably, tears gathering in his goggles, saliva tipping his tongue and slicking his cheeks. His claws dug into Red's naked flesh, knocking his mouth away from his neck.

The desperation turned into frantic frenzy of uncoordinated movement. Frogg felt his insides rumbling, the blackness around him heightened, all sensation an explosion of blinding, unseen colour, and deafening, unheard sound.

His body exploded out from underneath his consciousness and all there was, was this blackness. No sensation. An empty abyss. Space.

Red's body jerked and kicked with the explosion, his entire being shaken, his breathing laboured, his lungs begging for air, every muscle in his body tingling like wispy leaves, and all shaking.

They stayed frozen in the ocean of lust that had engulfed them, shaking in terror of the aftermath.

Ad they returned.

Red fell to Frogg's side, his breath caught, his body only gently twitching. Frogg laid still, eyes half opened, half shut to the return of reality and just laid, his torso covered in wetter then water slickness.

And he didn't care.

Red snuggled against him, unknowingly putting his arm across the carnage of bodily fluids, and slept, Frogg joining him in a dream where the feeling would never diminish, and could always be repeated.

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