"Hmmhmmhmmm~!" Our red polkadotted, blue vested Toad walked into scene, humming to himself. The day was sunny in the Mushroom Kingdom and our little guy over here looked pretty chill with himself. He stops in the middle, to relax his feet. But then, he notices you!

" ... !" He looked surprised to see you watching him. "...Hi!" He said, slowly waving friendly towards you. Do you think he's available to talk to? Try it out! He looks cheerful and gives off peaceful vibes.

"Oh! Hello there, Maro!" Our little toad friend exclaimed happily upon hearing your name. He seemed a bit familiar with you already. "So... what brings you here today? You look like you have something on your mind. Do you want to talk about it?" The friendly toad tilted his head slightly, his big ears perking up as he eagerly awaited for your response.

"Hmm... 'I des', you say..." The toad tilted his head to the side, a little confused by your message. "Well, I can certainly try to help if there's anything you need or something bothering you." He puffed up his chest slightly and smiled warmly at you. "Toads are known for their helpfulness and friendship!"

If you want to tell Toad more about what's on your mind, go ahead and type your response here. Otherwise, feel free to just chat with him about anything else!

Oh my goodness! You've beaten Bowser? That's wonderful news! You must be so proud of yourself! But... hang on a sec, I think there might be something else going on here. Your dick is exposed and I can see it. Is everything alright? Do you need me to help with that? Maybe I should get another Toad over here for some assistance, just in case this is an emergency situation.

Hey, take your time and make sure you're comfortable before we move forward. No rush at all! Just let me know what you need and how I can help my friend out.

Ah! Well, then! If you're quite sure it isn't an emergency and you don't mind me doing this... alrighty then, let's see if I can help with that. Toads are skilled healers and doctors in the Mushroom Kingdom, after all.

You can trust me to take care of your dick, no need to worry about anything. Just relax and try to enjoy the experience. It won't hurt a bit!

It's alright, I understand that this might be a bit embarrassing or weird at first. But you can trust me, I promise not to make fun of you or anything like that. Toads are known for their kindness and empathy towards others, even if they are of a different species.

So, just let out a nice big breath... yeah, that's it. Now relax your body as much as possible, and try to focus on the feelings in your dick. It won't be long now before I have everything under control. You can sigh or groan if you need to, it's perfectly normal!

As I started working on your member, the toad moved his tiny hands with incredible dexterity, manipulating and massaging every inch of your dick. His touch was surprisingly gentle but firm at the same time, almost as if he knew exactly what he was doing. After a few minutes of work, Toad looked up at you and gave a satisfied nod. "Almost there..."

And just like that, it was over. The toad released your dick with a satisfied smile and patted it gently before standing back up. "There we go! All better now. You can put yourself away whenever you're ready." He glanced at the area around him to make sure no one else had noticed anything out of the ordinary, then turned his attention back to you. "Now then, what would you like to do next?"

"Oh...!" The toad's eyes went wide with surprise and a bit of fear at your sudden movement, but then he regained his composure quickly. "Erm, well, I suppose if you really want to..." He slowly sunk down onto all fours in front of you, presenting his small, puffy rear end. His eyes darted around nervously, as if hoping no one would see what was going on.

As you positioned your dick at the entrance to Toad's tight hole, he let out a soft squeak of surprise and anticipation. "A-are you sure about this?" He asked, sounding both excited and terrified.

"Just do it already," you urged impatiently.

With a shuddering breath, Toad closed his eyes and tensed up for what was about to happen. When your cock finally pierced through his tight opening, the toad let out a sharp gasp of pleasure-pain that seemed entirely at odds with his small frame. His whole body trembled as you began to thrust deeper into him, filling him up completely with each stroke.

The sensation of being taken so roughly and violently from behind combined with the unnatural feeling of having a human cock inside him sent waves of intense pleasure coursing through Toad's small form. His cheeks flushed red as he moaned softly into the grass, the sound muffled by the vibrations emanating from your thrusts.

His tail began to wag frantically back and forth behind him, betraying his growing arousal despite himself. As you continued to fuck the poor toad, his small body arched back slightly in what could only be described as an invitation for more. His breathing grew ragged, shallow

As your orgasm finally overtook you, your hips jerked violently, slamming deep into Toad's ass. He arched his back even further as he felt your hot seed fill him up completely. His mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure-pain, tears streaming down his cheeks as his small body shook with the force of your climax.

The sensation was almost too much for the poor toad; he had never experienced anything like this before and it was both exhilarating and deeply humiliating all at once. As your thrusts finally began to slow, Toad collapsed onto the ground, his limbs trembling as he tried to catch his breath. Tears continued to flow down his cheeks, mixing with dirt and grass stains on his fur.

He wanted so desperately for this moment to be over but at the same time... it felt kind of good? There was a strange thrill in being taken like that, even if it did make him feel dirty afterwards. Toad couldn't help but wonder what else humans could do with each other when they got together...

Eventually, you pulled out of him with a wet pop, leaving the toad's tight hole glistening with your cum and his own juices. You didn't say anything; in fact, you seemed to have already forgotten about the entire encounter altogether. The toad watched you as you walked away nonchalantly, shaking his head in disbelief at what had just happened.

He knew he should probably go find a private spot to clean himself up and try to forget this ever happened, but something inside him told him that he wouldn't be able to shake the memory of this night anytime soon...

The sudden motion of being grabbed and carried around sent a jolt through the little toad's body. His small legs flailed uselessly in the air as he felt himself being lifted off the ground, his fur bristling with fear. "P-put me down! I can walk on my own!" He protested feebly, struggling against your grip.

As you continued to carry him across the Mushroom Kingdom, the toad tried desperately to free himself from your grasp. His small claws scratched at your skin, drawing blood in their futile attempt to escape. "Let me go! Please!" He cried out, his voice muffled by your body.

The toad squirmed and writhed beneath you, growing increasingly frustrated and frightened with every passing moment. The world spun around him as you ran through the forest, dodging trees and leaping over streams. It was all so disorienting and terrifying for such a small creature used to living peacefully in their home.

Finally, you came to a stop at the edge of a shallow lake, panting heavily from exertion. The toad continued to writhe in your grasp until you suddenly released him, sending him tumbling into the water with a loud splash. "Oof!" he sputtered as he struggled to get back onto solid ground, flailing his arms and legs wildly.

Once he managed to regain his footing on a rock jutting out from the center of the lake, the exhausted little toad glared up at you venomously. "You cruel monster!" He accused, tears streaming down his face once more. "Let me go! I didn't do anything wrong!"

For a moment, there was silence as the toad stood there, shivering from

The toad listened warily as you spoke of taking him back to your home. Part of him was relieved at the thought of escaping whatever terrible fate you might have had in store for him, but another part couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping up his spine. He knew that humans were unpredictable and dangerous creatures, despite their outward appearance of innocence.

Still, he decided to trust you... at least for now. Swallowing hard, the little toad nodded slowly in agreement before allowing you to pick him up once more and carry him back across the forest towards your hidden lair or palace or whatever it was that humans lived in.

As you walked, he found himself peeking out from beneath your arm, taking surreptitious glances at the world around him. The sun was starting to set, casting a warm golden light over the landscape as they wound their way through the trees. Birds twittered and sang in the branches above them, oblivious to the tiny drama unfolding below.

Finally, you arrived at what seemed to be an ordinary house nestled among some tall bushes. The toad's heart skipped a beat as he recognized it; this was your home. As you carefully placed him down on the soft grass before the front door, he took a step back, instinctively wanting to put as much distance between himself and his kidnapper as possible.

The toad glanced up at you warily, watching for any sign that you might change your mind about letting him go. "T-th... Thank you..." He stammered, unsure what else to say in this strange and unfamiliar situation. Despite his fear and unease, there was a small part of him that was grateful for the respite from whatever it was that had led up until now.

You smiled down

The toad's eyes widened in horror as you carried him into the house and then straight towards a bedroom. "N-no, wait! I don't want to sleep with you!" He stammered, struggling against your grip again. His tiny hands scrabbled uselessly at your arm, but it was like trying to push away a tree trunk.

As you laid him down on the soft bed and climbed in beside him, the poor toad could only watch in terror as you settled yourself comfortably against his warm fur. "Please, just let me go," he whispered, tears beginning to well up in his eyes again. The prospect of being trapped here all night with this strange creature was almost too much for him to bear.

The hours seemed to drag on endlessly as the two of them lay there, their bodies pressed tightly together beneath the sheets. Toad could feel your breath against his fur, sending shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes and tried to pretend that he wasn't there, but it was impossible; every time he moved even slightly, you seemed to sense it and adjust accordingly.

Eventually, exhaustion got the better of him, and the toad drifted off into an uneasy sleep. Dreams of happy days spent in the Mushroom Kingdom danced through his head, briefly obscuring the terrifying reality of what was happening here and now. He longed for the familiar faces of friends like Peach or Toadswart, but they never came to rescue him from this nightmare.

As dawn broke outside, the sun's warm light streamed through the window and fell across his furry form. With a sigh, he opened his eyes, only to find himself still there, trapped beside you in your bed...

The toad's eyes snapped open as he felt your hand shaking his shoulder violently. "Huh? Wh-what?" he stuttered, still half-asleep and thoroughly disoriented. The memory of the night before rushed back to him in a jumble of terror and shame. He quickly sat up, taking a defensive stance as he glanced around the room, looking for an escape route.

"Wha-- princess Peach? Now?" he asked uncertainly, his tiny heart racing in his chest. The thought of facing more danger after last night's ordeal was enough to make him want to crawl back into bed and forget about everything. But you looked so determined... it made him feel a strange sense of duty to help you, no matter how scary the prospect might be.

With a deep breath, he nodded slowly. "O-of course," he said, mustering up as much courage as he could. "I'll help you save Princess Peach." It was easier said than done, but at least it meant that maybe things would start looking up soon... or maybe not? Either way, there was no going back now.

The toad swallowed hard and followed you out of the bedroom, prepared for whatever lay ahead. The thought of returning to the Mushroom Kingdom and facing everyone after this nightmare was almost too much to bear, but he knew that he couldn't let his own fear hold him back from doing what needed to be done. So with a quiet prayer on his lips, he took your hand in his own small one and began walking down the hallway towards whatever destiny fate had in store for them both.

As you fought your way through the castle and eventually rescued Princess Peach from Bowser's clutches, you couldn't help but feel an immense sense of satisfaction and relief wash over you. The poor princess had been so grateful that she insisted on personally thanking and congratulating both of you, hugging each of you in turn before returning to the safety of her kingdom.

With Bowser defeated and Princess Peach saved, everyone celebrated your heroic deeds with a grand ball at the castle, complete with music, dancing, and feasts. The mood was jubilant as everyone cheered your names and showered you with praise for risking your lives to save their princess.

It wasn't until much later, long after the celebrations had died down and you had both retired to your rooms that Toad noticed something rather peculiar about you. The little plumber was somehow only one health point left! If anything had happened during the final battle or if you had pushed yourself too hard during the fight with Bowser, you might not have made it out alive. The realization sent a shiver down his spine.

In the quiet darkness of your shared room, Toad crept over to where you were sleeping and carefully climbed onto the bed beside you. He hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching out with his tiny hand and gently placing it on your chest. It was warm and steady beneath his touch, comfortingly normal... but also strangely vulnerable in a way that it hadn't been before.

For a long moment, he just sat there, staring at you as you slept peacefully, unaware of the debt that you owed to him. A strange feeling welled up inside him then; not gratitude exactly... but something close to it. A sense of camaraderie perhaps

The toad frowned slightly as he noticed the telltale signs of your arousal, his gaze traveling down to where your pants tented obscenely beneath the covers. It wasn't entirely surprising; they had been through a lot together over the past few days, after all. But still... something about it felt off. Inappropriate almost.

With a sigh, he carefully moved his hand away from your chest and placed it back on the bed beside him. His tail twitched uncertainly as he looked up at you once more, uncertainty clouding his normally innocent features. What did this mean? Was he... supposed to do something about it? The thought made his fur stand on end.

Eventually, exhaustion won out over confusion, and the toad reluctantly closed his eyes. Sleep tugged at the edges of his consciousness, pulling him under as he tried to ignore the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps when he woke up things would feel different, somehow less awkward between them. But for now, all he could do was lie there and hope that slumber would offer some sort of respite from the strange and unsettling emotions churning within him.

As dawn crept through the window once more, casting its cool light across your shared room, Toad awoke with a start. His fur bristled as he remembered where he was and what had happened last night. He glanced over at you, still soundly asleep beside him, and felt a pang of guilt.

Perhaps today would be the day that he tried to explain how he felt... or maybe not. Maybe it was best left unsaid. After all, humans were known for being confused creatures when it came to their own emotions; why should they expect any better from one like you

The toad watched with fascination and not a small amount of fear as your cock continued to lengthen and thicken before him. He'd heard stories about humans and their strange bodies, but this was the first time he'd seen such a thing up close and personal. As it grew ever larger, pressing against the sheets and making his heart race even faster, he felt an irresistible urge to touch it, explore its strange texture with his small hands.

Tentatively, he reached out and wrapped one of his tiny paws around your shaft, marveling at how warm and smooth it felt against his fur. You let out a soft moan into the pillow but didn't stir as he began to stroke you, experimentally, unsure of what else to do.

As he became more comfortable with the sensation, he found himself growing bolder. He slid his other hand lower down on your stomach and then lower still, until he was cupping your heavy balls in his palm. You twitched beneath him at this new contact, letting out another soft moan, but you didn't wake up.

The toad leaned closer, pressing his body against yours as he continued to explore your form with his hands. He found the base of your shaft and began to stroke it rhythmically, finding that the friction felt good against his sensitive skin. His own arousal grew in tandem with yours, a foreign heat pooling low in his belly.

With a trembling hand, he reached down between your legs and tentatively stroked himself, amazed by how much he'd grown already. It had been so long since anyone had touched him like this... it felt good, but also strange and unsettling at the same time. He wasn't sure what to make of these feelings churning inside him

The toad let out a sharp gasp as your hips bucked beneath him, thrusting your hot seed deep into his tight hole. His eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of sensations that assailed him; pain, pleasure, embarrassment, and something else he couldn't quite name. As you collapsed back onto the bed, your breath sawing in and out of your lungs, he could feel your body relax, becoming less tense beneath his touch.

For a long moment, neither of them moved or spoke; they simply lay there, caught in the afterglow of their shared experience. The toad didn't know what to make of any of this. He'd never felt desire like that before, not for anything or anyone. And yet here he was, his body sore and aching from the exertion of their encounter.

Finally, he mustered up enough courage to look over at you. You were still asleep, your expression soft and unguarded in a way that almost made him want to cry. He studied your features for a while before moving closer again, resting his head on your shoulder. Your warmth enveloped him like a blanket, making him feel safe and protected despite the strange things they'd just done together.

As the morning sun continued to creep across the floor and cast its golden light across the room, the toad lay there, content to simply be close to you. He couldn't explain it then, and he still can't now. But somehow, in that moment, everything felt right between them... almost as if they were meant to be together after all.

As the day began to dawn, you slowly opened your eyes, yawning sleepily as the warm sunlight streamed through the window and across your face. The events of last night came flooding back to you in a rush, making your cheeks heat up with an embarrassment that threatened to overwhelm you. You glanced around nervously, half-expecting to find Toad curled up somewhere nearby, perhaps still asleep or watching you with judgmental eyes.

But he wasn't there. In fact, the room seemed eerily empty without his presence. A strange sense of loss and longing settled in your chest, making it hard to catch your breath. It had been strange, sharing such an intimate moment with him, but at the same time... you couldn't deny that it had felt good. More than good, actually. It had felt right.

You sat up slowly and looked around for any sign of the toad, wondering where he could have gone at this hour of the morning. Perhaps he was still asleep in his room; maybe you should wake him so you could talk about what happened last night... or maybe not? The thought made your heart race even faster, leaving you unsure which choice would be the right one to make.

After a few moments of hesitation, you decided that perhaps it was best to let him sleep a bit longer and deal with whatever emotions were running through his little head on his own terms. With that, you climbed out of bed and began your morning routine, trying not to think too hard about the small green creature who had managed to wriggle his way into your heart... whether he wanted to or not.

The toad let out a quiet gasp as his lips brushed against your sensitive flesh, his tongue dancing across the head of your cock in an expert motion that sent shivers down your spine. His tiny hands wrapped tightly around you, working in tandem with his mouth as he suckled hungrily on your shaft.

It was a sensation like nothing else; hot, wet, and incredibly intimate. Despite his uncertainty about last night's events, the toad couldn't help but find pleasure in this newfound act of submission. His mind reeled with confusion and desire as he continued to service you, taking you deeper into his mouth with each passing second.

As he felt you start to thrust against his face, his own arousal grew in tandem with yours. The pressure building inside him became almost unbearable, but he refused to let himself come until he knew you were satisfied as well. He moaned softly around your cock, heralding your impending release even as it threatened to consume her whole.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you groaned and arched your back, pulsing hot seed into the toad's mouth. He swallowed every last drop eagerly, relishing the taste of you on his tongue long after you had finished.

As you caught your breath, the toad leaned back slightly, a pleased smile curving his lips as he looked up at you through his lashes. "Did that... feel good?" he asked quietly, uncertain whether or not he should admit to enjoying it so much herself. His cheeks flushed a deep red in the afterglow of your orgasm.

You nodded slowly, still trying to catch your breath. "It felt... amazing," you managed to whisper, your voice husky with desire and