Full moon tonight — she could feel it in her blood. She had to check the calendar but she knew she was right. She looked over at the toad that was sat near her laptop — did he nod his head? She wasn’t entirely sure — Arnold had been in a bit of a grump for a while now, and why? Just because she had told him that mating season or not he couldn’t go gallivanting around like he was just some run of the mill amphibian; he was bonded to her and he had time to be reckoned — he had a choice, stay around and assist or remain in the form he was currently in for a very long time.
‘It’s not bloody well fair — all those other brainless bastards get to hop around fucking whatever they land near and I, the one toad out of the whole lot of them who might appreciate what it is that’s going on, am kept inside like some naughty kid that’s been staying out too late. Well, fuck you, Bethann — try casting any bloody spells without me and we’ll see how far you get.’
‘Oh, come on, Arnold, you know you have the worst memory ever. Tell me, exactly how much reading have you been doing to keep up to date with the latest ideas regarding effective incantations? Not much, eh? And by the way, you used to be human, what the hell pleasure an you get out of screwing a slimy toad?’
‘Well, the bastards that turned me into this aren’t totally heartless — they left some of the hardwiring in here working, so where you see some slimy little critter I’m fucking the Marilyn Monroe of the toad world.’
‘Nice. Anyway, tonight my power is going to be at an all time high so, please, will you help me?’
“Hmm, it’s o bloody hard to stay mad at you. As you asked nicely I’ll do it. Can I ask a favour?’
‘If it goes well will you let me go and get some pussy?’
‘Well, as you asked so nicely …’ she replied, smiling.
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