Feel free to skip this chapter as there's no real uh…Sex or frotting or anything in it. It's just kind of sad and cute and fluffy. Like a road kill bunny rabbit. With exploded eyes and vomit coming out of places that were not orifices. But still a bunny rabbit nonetheless.

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For days afterward, Frogg avoided the outside world, devoting himself to his plots and machines he'd neglected for an entire night for the first time in years.

He felt he had to shush their fears: "Don't worry, your creator is back. I always come back, yes...Yes. Yes!"

Frogg jerked himself out of the day dream. He was also avoiding the ginger. The one who had so nonchalantly taken something Frogg didn't even know he possessed in the first place. And whatever it was, he knew the ginger had it in his large, gentle hands.

Frogg felt his stomach twist into a violent knot, then gurgle painfully. He then realized he hadn't eaten since he shut himself up in his tiny laboratory.

He stood from the stool he'd been perched on and looked at the table top his elbows had been resting on. All his plans and blue prints were covered in drool.

"Eew." He cringed. He glanced around and picked up an oil filled rag, taking his wet plans off the table and setting them aside to dry He wiped the table clean and jumped out of his skin when some one knocked o the door.

The knock sounded again, softer. Frogg figured it was too high for Voltar, and Doomagedon didn't bother knocking. It was Red Menace.

Frogg shivered involuntarily, a hot blush burning his cheeks. He opened his mouth coughed, looked for escape, then answered.

"Yes?" He called out to the door.

His stomach snarled and twisted in his gut. He put a claw on it to sooth it.

Red opened the door carefully.

"You've been in here a long time. Are you hungry? I made food." Red smiled, staying in the doorway, holding out a covered plate. He was baiting the Doktor: "come get it. Come get it and face your embarrassment."

Frogg swallowed down a bitter taste, his stomach lurching all over his insides.

Red saw the hunger and heard it as Frogg's stomach growled and snapped.

His face softened to a caring half smirk. He took a step inside the laboratory, shutting the door behind him. He stepped to the empty table top and let the plate slink softly against the metal.

Frogg looked between Red and the plate of food and suddenly felt trapped. He shrunk away from both and scratched his cheek compulsively with a cold claw.

"Thanks, Red." He said awkwardly. Red produced a cupcake and took a bite of it, sitting beside the stool Frogg had previously occupied.

"What have you been working on?' Red began smoothly, easing Frogg into a safe atmosphere. Frogg took the bait, sitting beside Red and uncovering the plate. The food beamed up at him in an indescribable mass.

"What…Is this?" Frogg recoiled. Red paused in chewing his cupcake.

"Tofu. It's the only thing we have in the fridge. It seems to happen whenever you disappear in here for more then a day." Red explained. Frogg felt the best in his belly shrink back in fear. He poked the mound of food with a timid claw and glanced at Red's half eaten cupcake.

Red saw the glance and scolded him.

"You need nutrients first, Doktor Frogg. Then you can have a cupcake."

Frogg sulked, poking the tofu. Red ate the rest of the cupcake and got a strange, solemn look on his freckled face.

"Do you hate me?" He asked, his voice coming out high pitched and weak. Like a hurt child. He looked at the blue prints pinned above the table, and the wet prints and plans laid aside. Frogg nearly exploded. His face shone a bright red. He scratched his cheek and laughed. Anxiety prodded the beat in his stomach back to live, making his insides grumble and whine.

He looked at Red and felt his heart break. The tall, easy going ginger had a look of a child whose puppy had been run over, his innocence being carved away second by second.

Frogg swallowed.

"No. How could I?" His accent came out thicker then he'd expected. He sounded so nervous trying to comfort Red.

Red smiled a broken smile.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you." He produced a cupcake and left it on the table top, leaving the Doktor alone in a suddenly very lonely laboratory.

Frogg watched him leave, but still felt his presence. He could smell the red head still. It made him squirm. He saw the cupcake and devoured it ravenously. As the cupcake was being swallowed, Frogg was taken by a sudden, bestial feeling. His belly snarled and obliterated the sweet muffin, Red's smell made him feel heady. He was having a hard time breathing, his entire being shaken by this onslaught of feeling he'd previously dammed up so carefully away with evil and engineering.

He'd made Red sad.

The thought struck his internal frenzy into submission.

Frogg lifted the plate of tofu and shovelled it past his tongue to his alligator-beast stomach.

His mind was blank as he confidently strode out of his lab into the outside world. Into the lair of the League of Super Evil.

"Frogg! Where have you been!? Go grocery shopping! We have no food!" Voltar yelled once Frogg came into his view. "Ew, you're thinner then usual. Are you dying?"

Frogg sighed and rolled his eyes.

"No, Voltar, I haven't eaten in awhile.

Voltar waved it off impatiently.

"Pft. No one eats when you disappear. We always run out of food when you shut yourself up in your…science…ee…room…thing."

"It's a lab." Frogg groaned. He didn't have the patience for the little scarlet clad leader.

"Whatever. Go get some chips or something. I'm starving!" Voltar demanded. Frogg held back a sneer. He wasn't in the mood to play the annoying leader's games or kneel to his demand or anything. He wanted to…Do…Something. Something with that smell trapped in his lab and the hot feeling spreading though his body.

"My elbows are wet." He said suddenly. He tried to look at the folds of his arms when he remembered the drool he'd woken up in.

He realized Voltar had been talking the entire time. And he walked away.

"Hey! HEY! I was talking!" Voltar yelled after him.

"I'm busy." He muttered back. His elbows itched. His stomach purred with food. His vision was getting hazy.

"What's going on?" He asked himself. His mind was in two places at once. His heart was throbbing and his…pants…were so tight.

He screamed.

The door of Frogg's lab smashed open with a vigour of a lion. Frogg looked at the metal table, all shiny and clean with innocence. His body was trembling, his legs wobbling beneath him. He dove for it, searching around it desperately. And he found it. A little empty vial that he hadn't noticed had spilt all over the blue prints and the plans that were drying beside the table. Suddenly, the table was very warm. It was so…warm. And soft. It was such a pleasant table.

Frogg had the inexorable urge to join with that heat. To hold the table close to himself. He rose off the floor and pressed against the table lovingly, a metal claw stroking the shiny surface.

Voltar stood, dumbstruck, in the doorway.

"What's going on, Frogg? This is not food gathering." He snapped. Frogg hardly heard him, his eyes slits, his table held tightly against his soft body.

"I love you, table." He grinned and began to grind against it. "Oh ho ho, dirty table." He cooed.

Voltar burst into laughter.

"Red! RED! Get the camera!" He yelled. "This is too delicious to pass up!"

Frogg couldn't hear anything or see anything. All he felt was the table's warmth and its wants and needs in the back of his mind. Such a warm, soft table. So willing.

"What's wrong with him, Voltar?" Red asked, struck by the scene in front of him.

Doktor Frogg shamelessly humping a metal table.

"I don't care. It's hilarious! Gimme that." Voltar snatched the camera out of Red's hand and pressed record, turning the camera on himself.

"And here, Doktor Frogg, is you humping a table fervently." He smirked. And turned the camera towards Frogg who was verbally enjoying the table now.

Voltar tried to stifle his laughter. Red watched, his lips drawn together with the knowledge that this situation was not good at all fro Frogg.

"Voltar…Maybe we shouldn't…" Red protested meekly. Voltar shushed him.

"Internet girls will DEFINATLY pay for this! I'D pay for this!" Voltar burst into laughter as Frogg slapped the table with a metal clang, his face red, saliva collecting on his lips.

Voltar brought the camera right into Frogg's face, and Frogg was startled.

"Oh…Hello." Frogg said to the camera, and then smirked. "You want some too?"

Voltar couldn't restrain the howls of laughter. Then Frogg snatched the camera out of his hands and started making out with it sloppily, giving the table no less attention.

"I've never had a threesome before." Frogg chuckled. Voltar scowled.

"Gimme back the camera, Frogg!" He demanded. Red cringed.

"I don't think Frogg's okay, Voltar. I think we should do something."

"YOU should do something. Get my camera back!"

Red set his mouth in a determined line and pushed past Voltar to Doktor Frogg's side. He peeled him off the table and dropped the camera into Voltar's hands.

"No! You're ruining the best moment of my life! There's TWO of them! They NEED me!" Frogg squealed. Then he couldn't see where he was for how blurry everything was. "I was so close!" He muttered. Then realized he was being physically carri3d away. He tried to look at the features of his captor, and saw the fabric of a green costume. It folded and wrinkled so sensuously with each of his captor's movements. It needed him, desperately. Frogg dug his claws into the fabric, gripping flesh beneath it without realizing.

"Oo~ There's more of you then I thought." He purred, turning in Red's arms to please the fabric of his costume.

"What are you doing?" Red asked him, pausing in the doorway of his own room. Frogg moaned into his chest. Red frowned worriedly and grasped his shoulders and held him at arm's length, Frogg's feet dangling in the air.

"Frogg, focus. Are you alright?" Red asked. Frogg's head lolled back, his tongue lazing out from his open mouth, his face a mask of hot blush. He giggled. Red shook him gently.

"Frogg?" He asked again. Frogg didn't respond; all smiles and unfocused eyes.

Red's frown deepened. He put Frogg on his legs on the floor and backed away, shutting the door behind him.

"HEY." Voltar snapped. Red looked aside.

"He's not okay, Voltar. He's sick."

"I know! It's hilarious!" Red scowled. "Now. Let me in so we can make money!"

Red returned to his room, shutting the door on a bound and gagged Voltar. He was holding a glass of water and looked into his room.

He spotted Frogg right away, clumsily molesting the floorboards at his feet.

"Those are nice shoes." Frogg giggled. Red knelt and picked up Frogg, who protested. Red held him by his scruff.

"Doktor Frogg?" He asked firmly. Frogg giggled. It was adorable in itself, but then Frogg started paying at the fabric of Red's sleeve. "Doktor? Can you hear me?"

Frogg was just beneath uncomfortably excited and was in a drunken sort of clouded consciousness. He couldn't grasp any sort of complicated thought. All there was to him were these objects that were inanimate before that desperately needed him now. The wanted it so badly. And he was only too ready to give them all they would ever need. A glass of water came into his conscious sight; attached to a red glove with little perfectly round studs…They alls creamed their need at him: "Please! We're so…Excited…Doktor…Mmmnn…You…You're sick….Stop…." Frogg was startled. None of the objects he'd touched had objected to him before this one.

Red's face swam into his conscious sight.

Frogg had captured his glove in his mouth, a thick gloved finger being lovingly teased between Frogg's thin lips.

Red was blushing, on the verge of tearing his finger from between Frogg's teeth or stuffing more in.

"Doktor…Please stop…" Red half moaned. Frogg's teeth clamped down onto the digit. He smirked around it.

"I see you." He said. Red ground his bottom lip between his teeth. Frogg remembered the scent in his lab. He released Red's finger and crawled up his chest, seating himself comfortable on his belly. Red whimpered.

"Don't." He managed to get past rebelling lips. Frogg couldn't see anything past his face.

"You're not an inanimate object. I hear you." He said, unable to think beyond that.

Red felt Frogg's lips meet his own. Frogg kissed him sloppily, claws pawing at his costume. Frogg felt a sudden surge in his belly and doubled over, gurgles escaping his convulsing throat. He moaned in pain. Red escaped, watching Frogg keel over to his side. He started throwing up. Red shouted his named and rushed to his side as his vision got darker. His stomach rebelling incessantly, hot bile, acid, unconsciousness.

Frogg swam through blackness. He opened his eyes and saw nothing. The mechanics interwoven throughout his brain were silent. He felt like floating. A tiny cloud in a black expanse or endless space.

He felt he should wake up next to Red, in Red's room, sticky with dried bodily fluids, naked, with Red's limps sprawled all over him.

Mechanical sounds began to whir, his brain telling his mechanical eyelids to ease open, telling his claws to open up and stretch.

He was lost in a familiar place. He didn't know where he was, but he wasn't alone.

Red sat at his side penitently, eyes closed. He was sleeping sitting up. Frogg looked around. The familiarity struck him as this being his laboratory.

He was in his own room. Red sleeping at his bedside. He felt…Refreshed. He must've slept fro a long time fro Red to be hovering around his side.

He swung his body off the bed, his feet landing softly on the floor. He found himself in a t-shirt. His Rock Gothlington t-shirt and tidie whities. He was not naked, or covered in bodily fluids aside from regular sweat and pore excretions.

He stood and stepped to stand in front of Red Menace, studying him. H extended a claw and touched the orange, neatly parted, impeccably groomed hair affectionately, a little smile bending his lips. He claw trailed to Red's nose.

"Boop." He giggled. Red's face twitched. Frogg took another step, putting himself between Red's meditative knees, and wrapped his thin arms around Red's shoulders.

It was the most refreshing hug Frogg had ever been apart of. His shoulders lifted, his heart lifted, his smile curled the edges of his lips. He felt so good.

Red stirred beneath the hug and woke up, groggily.

"Fr-Frogg?" He mumbled, leaning into the scientist's warmth.

"Mmm'!" Frogg stretched into the hug happily, like a content cat. "Good morning. How long was I sleeping?" He felt so happy.

Red burst into tears and clutched Frogg to his chest.

"I thought you were dying." He sobbed into Frogg's shoulder. Frogg was slapped with sudden confusion.

"Dying? What happened?" He asked. Red buried his face further into Frogg's thin little body.

"You got so sick. You were so, so sick. For days. You slept for three days straight. Doctors said you needed rest…but I was so scared."

Frogg pushed Red away, looking into his eyes. He couldn't see the colour, but he could see the exhaustion.

"You've been here the whole time?" He asked. Red's lip quivered.

"Even Voltar helped." He said, rubbing hi face. Frogg bit his lip.

"I don't remember any of it." He said. He scoured his mind, past the whirs of mechanics, blue prints, plots, evil, and found nothing pertaining to being violently. Ill.

"That might be good. You were so…so sick." Red put out his arms and wrapped them around Frogg's body. He held him so tightly, Frogg thought he might shatter.

"Oh Red…I'm okay. See? I'm alive. I'm okay now." He said, hugging Red back. Red smiled into his chest.

"Okay…Okay. Are you sure? Do you need anything? Are you hungry?" Red pulled back, looking into Frogg's goggled.

"I'd love food." He said, smiling calmly. He moved to give Red a kiss, but Red pulled away.

"No." He said. Frogg was startled.

"No? Wh...Why?" A hot, embarrassed blush raced across his cheeks.

"I…I almost…I almost took advantage…of you. When you first got sick." He admitted. Shame became an aura around him.

Frogg was puzzled.

"What?" His embarrassment receded as he realized it wasn't necessarily his fault that Red had rejected him so curtly.

"You…I don't know how to say it, Doktor. You were…touching…things…and you touched m, but I knew you weren't well, but I almost let you…" Red whispered like a child. "Seduce me."

"Se...Du..." Frogg burst into laughter. "Wait. What? I was touching…Things?"

Red blushed.

"The…The table. The camera, my floor…The toilet, the toaster…Voltar's antennae. You…Touched' them."

"What do you mean 'touched''?" Frogg looked sceptical and terrified.

"Like this." Red ran his hands over Frogg's body, causing the scientists' blood to rush. Then Red stopped. Frogg looked hazy. Then realized. His face twisted in knowledge.

"PANDA PROVOKER." He snapped. He detached from Red and scoured his lab. Red watched.

"Panda Provoker?" He asked. Frogg nodded.

"I made it fro those stupid, STUPID, pandas that won't breed. Once I give them this, all they'll want to do is breed. Then, when there's an over population, I'll steal them, change their bamboo grazing, oh, found it…" He held the empty vial aloft.

"Bamboo grazing…?" red prodded. Frogg glanced at him.

"Oh right. Change their bamboo grazing to human grazing! Out of fear of the pandas, the world would have no choice but submit to me…Or be eaten by Pandas! MWAHAHAHA!" Frogg cackled maniacally. He coughed and continued. "So, if I…wanted to…'breed'…with you, it's not your fault for also wanting to…Ah…" frog blushed suddenly, realizing what he was saying. "It's not your fault. This makes the host…It doesn't matter. It's not your fault." His face was hot. Red smiled.

"Okay."

Voltar burst in.

"I HAD TO GO GROCERY SHOPPING BY MYSELF." He screeched. "WHILE YOU WERE DEAD."

Red looked at him sternly.

"We talked about this." He said, watching the little man-bug in red brush past him to the Doktor.

"So if you ain't dead, come and enjoy the fruits of my boundless labour." He snapped. Frogg grinned.

"You're glad I'm not dead." He said gleefully.

"NO! I want to gloat about my food gathering skills and force you to get fat on them, which will make you look terrible with your bone structure! HA! ULTIMATE EVIL." Voltar grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of his lab to the kitchen, Red smiled and followed.

"I made cupcakes!" He interjected, childishness pouring over his insides, healing his heart, easing his fatigue and informing his body that his companion was okay, healthy, well rested and going to be alright.