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Grox was grasping his gun so tight his hands trembled. His back was pressed against the wall of the house he was hiding in, his poor suit smeared in dirt and grime from all the running he did.
Although, his appearance was — for once — the least of his concerns. After all there was a crazy frog after him that kept raving on about fucking eating him. Eugh.
"GROX! COME OUT! I WANNA EAT!"
The skeleton's grip on the gun tightened even further as his shaking increased. That damn frog was really getting to him.
The heavy footsteps were getting quieter... Thats good, very good. He should go in the other direction. After he can't hear the steps at all, that is.
So, Grox waited. Soon, there was nothing to be heard but the rustling of leaves in the wind.
Mustering all the possible courage he could get, he stepped towards the door, opened it, and...
...
Nothing. Good. Now he just had to—
"THERE YOU ARE!"
There wasn't even time to flinch before a heavy weight violently crashed against Grox's body. He tried to sit up, but something was pinning him down. That was bad. Very bad.
"FINALLY SOME FOOD! I AM STARVING!"
A voice shouted above him. Hands grasped his shoulders and turned him on his back. Then they shoved him against the door he just came out of.
"AYO CHI-" His voice cut off with a grunt as his right arm — the one holding the gun — was twisted so hard to the point it hurt, making him drop said gun. Then it was kicked away by the frog holding him down.
Froggy let go of his arm — thankfully — but was now eying him up, presumably choosing where to bite first.
"Dude we can talk about this!" Grox's voice came out much more shaky than intended, matching his body that was set on shrinking as much as possible to get away from the rabid frog.
Unfortunately, it didn't work, as his attacker now grabbed his left arm and pinned it above his head. Then he opened his mouth, baring his teeth, aiming for his shoulder and—
Grox acted faster than he could think. His hand shot to his attacker's chest and fumbled around until it took a hold of the tie. Then he pulled it with all his might, crashing Froggy's lips against his own.
No movement came for a while. Both were equally stunned by the skeletons — frankly, stupid — move. Then, Grox felt the pressure increase. Froggy was leaning in.
His arm got lowered back to the ground, the hand grabbing it moving to his upper arm, and pulling Grox closer, instead. That enticed a small groan — DEFINITELY not a moan — from him.
Then something hot clashed against his mouth and forced its way in — he soon came to realise it was Froggy's tongue. It was so weird, so slimy, so long, so—
Another groan escaped him and his eyes closed when webbed fingers positioned themselves on the back of his head to pull him in further, as well as stopping him from potentially pulling away. Not that he planned on it.
Just as his gag reflexes were about to betray him, the tongue withdrew from his throat. Froggy pulled away too, though just for a second to catch a breath, before pressing against Grox's face again.
This time, instead of shoving his tongue in, the frog nipped on his teeth — given the lack of lips on a skull — while his hand that wasn't holding Grox made its way to the skeletons suit, slowly untying the tie wrapped around his neck.
Then it slid to the button holding it together and started fumbling around with it, as if purposfully riling Grox up.
The other groaned, weakly pushing away the hand and undoing the button himself.
Thats all you get.