Toadette's Story: Book 2

Chapter 93 - Breaking Jasmin's Back Door

As much as waking up early annoyed Jasmin, at least she had a consistent schedule to stick to. She’d get up at seven, take an hour to get ready, and then she’d ride her bike to Pikari Middle School.

Her uniform was a burgundy blazer paired with an ebony shirt and skirt, along with loafers and knee-high socks. Was it a stretch to say the school loved dark clothing?

“Friday the thirteenth,” she sighed, slinging her backpack over her uniform. “Let the bad luck commence.”

While grabbing some orange juice from the fridge, she heard footsteps. Instinctively she froze, waiting for Sofia to pass by. Or worse, to give her another comment about her grades.

“Feeling better today?”

Jasmin breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m fine, Minh-Minh.”

“Everyone says they’re fine, and then they’re really dying inside.” Minh pulled out a cup for Jasmin, filling it with the juice. “I’m kidding, Jazz. At least I hope you’re not like that.”

“It’s just school. Nothing to be excited about.”

“You really are just a mini Toadette.”

Based on what Jasmin knew of Toadette’s school life, that was not a compliment. Although even she couldn’t deny the similarities: two awkward girls having to go to a place they dreaded. However, Toadette was lucky enough to not have someone leaning over her shoulder for perfect grades.

“I contacted your teachers the moment you went missing, Jazz.” Sofia strutted into the kitchen. “They’ve got your make-up work already set up. You’ve got until Monday to finish it all.”

“Thank you so much.” The sarcasm in the kid’s voice couldn’t be greater.

“Look on the bright side: Minh-Minh’s nowhere near as smart as I am, but she’s still more than equipped to help you with math.”

“That’s still giving you trouble?” Minh asked.

“It’s whatever. Not like we’re gonna use most this stuff ever again.”

“That’s so ridiculous,” Sofia groaned. “I may never need to use a sine-cosine-tangent formula, but my problem-solving skills would be so not the same without all these exercises.”

Yeah, like how we’re barely surviving. Great use of these skills, sis.

“A seventy out of one hundred is still passing.” Jasmin finished her juice and grabbed a toaster pastry. “I’m gone.”

“Make-up work,” Sofia stressed.

“Have a good day, Jazz,” Minh added, blowing her cousin a loud kiss—a kiss that Jasmin caught with a smile.

***

“The first problem is that you don’t know how to wag your tail properly.”

On that same frigid Friday, Toadette’s ears and tail twitched. Penelope observed closely while her guardian lectured her on avoiding another near-death situation like what transpired in Neon Heights.

“If you just flail it around, you might as well not be using it at all,” she explained.

“It looks pretty random when you use it,” Penelope replied.

“It’s not.” Toadette stopped at the other end of the castle grounds. “Pay attention.”

She stepped back, ready to launch herself forward. Then she sprinted and took the skies. Before Penelope could react, Toadette was rising. Her tail began to wag rapidly, just as Penelope had predicted.

But as she saw the action up close, she realised there was some truth to Toadette’s words. Her tail wasn’t moving completely randomly. If anything, it followed a careful rhythm that allowed her to comfortably soar. She reached ten metres before descending, now moving her tail at a slower pace.

“Not being able to control yourself means you have no reason to be using a Super Leaf,” she said, somersaulting as she hit the ground. “It’s not a gift of limitless flight, nor will it save you from a fifty-storey drop.”

“So then what’s the point?” Penelope asked, cocking her head.

“Temporary flight is pretty good. Plus, the tail’s not just good for flying.”

With a battle cry, Toadette swung her tail at Penelope. Penelope’s nerves went still.

“See, if I had hit you, you would’ve had a red mark on your face.” Toadette grabbed Penelope’s hand. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Miss Toadette…”

“Before we can get you flying, we gotta get you to properly flex those tail muscles.” Smiling, Toadette entered a running stance. “I wonder if you can catch me.”

***

Every day at Pikari Middle School consisted of eight classes.

Jasmin’s first was mathematics. Because what better way was there to begin a day than by smacking head-first into a brick wall? Simple problems didn’t pose a threat to her, but anything with complicated formulas or graphs did. She certainly didn’t benefit from not showing her work on assignments.

Next was history, which was just tough for her to stay awake in. She often found herself more interested in picking her nose than learning about how Sarasaland’s four kingdoms were formed.

Hmm… This booger’s really stuck in there, she thought, really thrusting her nail to fit that snot ball under it. Once she freed it, she simply rubbed it on her skirt.

Her third class was economics, an insult to her financial status. Fourth was language arts, where she was competent in writing and reading English.

Her grades might have been below average, but so far, her classes were going well today.

Now it was time for lunch. The students had forty-five minutes to relax and eat before heading to their fifth class.

Jasmin often settled for the chicken sandwiches and chocolate milk. Knowing Minh had given her more money—at least she hoped that Sofia would use it on her—she was bold enough to buy an extra bag of spicy chips to fill her stomach. No, three bags. Five!

These past days really have been the most full I’ve ever felt.

Popping her heels out of her loafers, she took a bite of her sandwich and looked around.

She watched as her peers mingled. Girls gossiped, tween couples cuddled, the sporty bros acted rambunctious, and meanwhile there was Jasmin. She rolled her eyes, digging in her backpack to read.

It was all she did at this time.

Yet even as she processed every letter, she couldn’t help but be distracted by the sounds around her. Not because they overstimulated her, but rather because everyone else sounded like they were having fun. Real fun. Talking about new things, interacting with different people all the time, so on and so forth.

As much as Jasmin loved reading comics, it was always a solo activity.

“Ow!” A girl tripped, dropping her folders onto the floor. Immediately others rushed to help her up.

Jasmin sighed. If that were me on the floor, you guys would walk right past me…

Then she felt someone tap her shoulder. She looked up to see a blonde human boy who towered over her by fifteen centimetres.

“Oh…” She swallowed. “Hey there, Drew.”

“You went on vacation? You had me thinking you weren’t gonna be here for our thing,” he said, beaming brightly. “I’d like some access to the back door.”

“Um… I’m not available today.”

“Huh?”

“It’s nothing against you,” she reassured him. “I’ve just had an awful week, and I’m really tired.”

“Is that so? How about forty coins then? If you go the extra mile, I might be sweet enough to bump it up to—”

“Not today.” Jasmin took another bite of her sandwich. She nearly choked when her arm was yanked. “Ow!”

“I see those extra chips. So you’ve got new money?” His grip tightened. “Great, now how long’s it gonna be until your sister spends it all to look like a living birthday cake? Are you seriously this stupid?”

Jasmin growled. She hated that he shared the same prediction she had. The thousands of coins sounded nice on paper, but there was no telling how they would be used to support her. In that context, thirty or forty coins wasn’t a horrible deal.

Slowly nodding, she grabbed her backpack and headed to the bathroom with Drew.

Unlike many places in the urban Mushroom City, Poshley Heights had a strict building code that required multiple private bathrooms instead of one shared facility. This allowed people to have their own privacy and the ability to lock their doors.

After locking the door, Drew lowered his skirt. “Thirty coins. Just for being stubborn, I want you to give me a little vacuum treatment first.”

“You nearly ripped my mouth open last time…”

“I’ll be gentle. Or at least I’ll try.” He pulled out his erect cock, dripping fluids onto Jasmin’s shoes. “Be softer with those stupid braces, sporehead.”

Jasmin pouted. But she kicked off her shoes, got on her knees and took a deep breath.

“Why don’t you apologise first for trying to piss me off?” he asked. He then slapped her in the face with his cock. “Kiss it.”

“I’m… I’m so sorry, Drew.” Jasmin smooched the exposed glans. “I really didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Then lick it.”

Jasmin’s eyes watered as the head of his cock brushed against her lips. It was odd how long this twelve-year-old’s penis was, but adding to her discomfort was that it wasn’t washed. As it slid into her mouth, she didn’t know what she was tasting. It was truthfully smegma trapped in his foreskin. Whatever germs lingered on that penis were being mixed into her saliva and now going down her throat.

She gagged as he forced his shaft deeper. His balls slapped against her chin as he managed to pull her completely into his crotch.

Jasmin’s mouth was on fire. Choking, she banged on his legs. Yet Drew didn’t pay her any mind, instead holding onto her cap while forcing her to hold him in her mouth. The wet noises of his cock pumping in and out her throat echoed in the small room, combined with Jasmin’s revolting gagging.

“Work that tongue, you little slut,” he moaned, biting his lip. “Look me in the eyes.”

There was dominant lust in Drew’s blue eyes, but there was nothing but discomfort in Jasmin’s. Getting air into her lungs was impossible.

Finally he released her, causing her to fall backwards. Strings of drool and pre-cum connected her lips to the bulbous head of his penis.

“Aw, look at that,” he sighed, pulling her back in. “The dirtiest little whore can’t handle my glorious cock. Does it taste scrumptious?”

She gasped. “Yes! Yes, it does.”

“How much do you love it? Show me.”

“Oh, I love licking your human cock, Drew. A fungus like me doesn’t deserve to have you fuck my dirty mouth… May I please lick it better?”

“Stick out your tongue,” he commanded.

Despite the disgust Jasmin felt upon saying those words and licking his dick, she couldn’t help but let out a broken moan. Her panties dampened and her cunt clenched. And it was this disturbed arousal that allowed her to put on such a show for Drew.

How are women able to suck big cocks with no problem?

Not only did semen taste like battery acid to her, but even a smaller penis would’ve been too big to comfortably fit in her mouth. She felt as if she was going to vomit every time Drew completely entered her.

In theory, the harder she sucked, the faster he would climax prematurely. Unfortunately Drew always knew when to stop and catch his breath. Just as the tip of Jasmin’s tongue tickled his urethra, he grabbed her face and pushed her away. He panted, wiping sweat off his brow.

She gulped what salty pre-cum lingered in her mouth. Could things get worse?

Cue a knock on the door. Jasmin immediately scampered to grab her shoes, but Drew held her in place.

“Relax.” He let the sounds of the cafeteria enter. “Oh great… You’ve arrived to steal her from me again?”

“I was gonna get on her Thursday if she weren’t absent.” A girl walked in, this one a mixed-race human and Toad. She had vibrant, tan skin, curly hair and a full set of ears hanging off her head. Yet she also possessed the giant cap all Toads had. She took a long stretch before pulling down her skirt. “Hey, Jazz. You missed me?”

Jasmin shuddered.

***

Penelope followed after Toadette, holding her right arm back so that she could deliver a powerful punch. To her dismay, she missed. Again. Toadette wasn’t just fast, but she was able to dodge Penelope with such swiftness.

“Take this seriously,” Toadette chuckled.

This comment only made Penelope angrier. Her screams and grunts grew louder as she began sprinting. Despite the speed of her legs, Toadette was always one step ahead.

Five minutes of failing to hit Toadette left Penelope exhausted.

If this already has you dying, there’s no way I’m taking you with me, Toadette decided as she walked over to Penelope.

Penelope looked at her in frustration. Toadette just kept a smug smile on her face.

“Come on, brat. Actually hit me.”

Penelope tried to punch, only to fall forward. She screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Why can’t I touch you?”

“Good question.” Toadette looked up at the sky, whistling. “I mean, I’m within reach every single second, and somehow you’re still failing. Wonder why that could be.”

“How about giving me a straight answer?”

The longer Penelope had to wait, the more her teeth clenched together. Toadette stood there, slowly sweeping up dust with her raccoon tail.

Penelope gasped. She swung her tail out, only to smack into the dirt again. Glancing up at Toadette, she was ready to let out a swear.

“Finally you’re actually trying to use your tail instead of just running. Great, now maybe this won’t take us all day.”

“You can bet it won’t!” Penelope retorted, swinging again, but still missing Toadette by a large margin.

“Don’t swing so much with your body.” Toadette struck Penelope in the side. “Lead with your tail and let your body follow.”

“But that makes it feel like my spine’s gonna snap.”

“Tough luck. You wanna come with me? Either you’d better be a world-class athlete or know how to handle a basic movement item. I’d say the latter is far quicker.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Penelope sighed.

“Shall we continue?”

“I’m not going to let you wear me down.” Penelope crouched, striking the ground with her tail. “You’re mine!”

***

“That tickles, Jazz. There we go, a little slower.”

This girl, Rachel, was on the school’s basketball team. And, to Jasmin’s constant dismay, her third period was P.E.

What did this mean? Ass sweat. From her butt stormed a waterfall of fresh sweat, and Jasmin was in the midst of it. She lapped repeatedly at Rachel’s crack, sometimes stopping to plant kisses on her firm cheeks. It tasted as amazing as middle schooler ass sweat could’ve, if you were into stale salt.

Rachel giggled, shifting her hips. “Ooh! You’re rolling that tongue out like a carpet in my hole, girl. I might throw in twenty extra coins.”

“Don’t be so generous,” Drew panted, stroking his cock slowly as he watched the scene.

“Why not? She gives me a good ass-licking, so she’s gonna get paid like she deserves. Especially given how I didn’t shower last night.” Rachel looked back. “How are you holding up, Jazz?”

Jasmin gasped for fresh air. “I can tell you’ve been working hard.”

“Yep, I have.” Rachel pulled her back into her tan booty. “Dribbling up and down that court for the entire period.”

“And yet you still smell better than Jazz,” Drew said. “Barely.”

“For real? ‘Cause I’ve got real stinky feet. Like, really stinky. That locker room is a total disaster after I’ve passed through there. You wanna hear a story?”

“I’m not interested in your vile feet, but Jazz here smells like a vagabond,” Drew sighed, fanning the area. “I’m rather tempted to tell her to slip those shoes back on to hide those awful socks.”

Rachel kept Jasmin eating her ass for another minute. While the humiliation persisted, Rachel was different from Drew in how she used Jasmin. She complimented her more often than not, and some days she’d be fine letting Jasmin decline to clean her sweaty butt. Before releasing her, her butt felt sufficiently clean. She then handed Jasmin forty coins with a big smile.

“Thank you so much again.” She hugged the girl. “Hey, after school—”

“Enough, Rachel. I’ve still got business with her.”

“Hmm.” Rachel gave Jasmin a quick wave and left the bathroom. Suddenly the atmosphere tensed up again, and Drew started running his hands along Jasmin’s hips.

“Let’s get that skirt off, slut,” he moaned.

Jasmin shuddered as Drew tugged down her skirt roughly. She stepped out of it, then he pressed her against the cold sink. She felt it: the throbbing heat of his cock poking at her back door. So impatient.

“Wait,” she whimpered. “What about lube?”

“Who needs it?”

“I do!”

“Okay.” Drew thrust into her.

Immediately Jasmin felt as if she was being split in half. As the cock plunged into her ass, it tore at her delicate walls. She gritted her teeth, doing her best to swallow the shriek she was desperate to get out. Absolutely no lube made this an interesting ride for his cock, as he filled her to the point where she could feel their bodies touching.

“Oh yeah.” Drew got a grip on her, pulling her into his cock with each thrust. He smacked her ass, causing her to let out a little yelp. “By the stars, you are so tight today!”

Jasmin could only hang on for dear life as she started to cry. No matter how many times she had it, anal would never feel normal. It only felt normal for things to come out of her ass, not to enter it, especially when it was an object the length of a ruler. Her dry asshole was beyond stressed as he filled it.

“Stop bitching,” he complained, pulling her hair. “I would’ve been a gentleman if you didn’t try to leave me unsatisfied.”

“Please slow down,” she begged. “It hurts. Ow!”

“Are you gonna be a dumbass again?”

“No, no!”

“Promise?”

“Pinkie promise,” she squealed.

Drew took a pause. “Fine, then I’ll be merciful.”

What followed was anything but. Drew pounded into her with such intensity that Jasmin screeched. She quickly bit her lip as he shot his hot seed into her hole. Her inner walls clenched furiously around him, trying to push him out, yet he seemed to get only deeper. The two vibrated for twenty violent seconds.

By the time he pulled out, she could feel his cum dripping out of her hole.

“With how you look like a squirrel, you should be grateful that someone is willing to shoot his load into you,” he scoffed, going through his bag. “Here are your thirty coins. And here’s your medicine.”

Normally Jasmin was fine without medicine after sex. But this time there was no question that her rectum was bleeding. Unless she wanted an infection from Drew’s dirty cock, it was in her best interest to take it tonight.

“See you in seventh period,” he said, patting her on the head like a dog.

The door shut, and Jasmin was left to stare at herself in the mirror. She growled. As if crying wasn’t bad enough, she hadn’t even realised the dried pre-cum on her face. She then stuck her hand in her pocket, rustling with the seventy coins. Just enough to get her school lunch for a week, and even then, it was the cheaper lunch.

If only Sofi weren’t so fucking incompetent!

***

As the afternoon hit, Penelope’s limbs felt like they were made of lead. She gritted her teeth, even feeling pain in her gums from all the blood pumping through her body. Her tail lay limply and refused to respond to any of her commands.

Toadette had been waiting for minutes for Penelope to attack her again. “Thought you weren’t gonna let me wear you down.”

“It’s not fair!” Penelope folded her arms. “How am I supposed to catch you when you’re going as fast as possible?”

“You wanna see me moving fast?” In two seconds Toadette had teleported to Penelope’s side. The sudden movement sent Penelope jumping back. “And even I struggled against the freaks we went up against. Speed won’t save you completely, but being a boulder is only gonna hurt you.”

Penelope looked down, her lips trembling.

“Cheer up,” Toadette said. “Your stamina’s alright; we just gotta work on your muscles. Including this raccoon tail.”

“And how long’s that gonna take?”

“Beats me. I’ve been doing this for a while.” Toadette expelled the item from her own body. “You should practise swinging that thing on your own time.”

Penelope mimicked Toadette’s actions, expelling the item and feeling relief as the pressure eased. She walked inside the warmer castle.

“Why don’t we keep going at it?”

“And have you dying on me?” Toadette laughed. “If you take off that coat, your muscles are probably red right now.”

“But I wanna—”

“Hush.” Toadette softly flicked her forehead. “Tomorrow, I promise.”

Before Toadette could get too far out of range, Penelope caught up with her again. She planted herself directly in her path.

“Miss Minh T.’s cousin!” she blurted out.

“What about her?”

“Is she ever gonna come here again? Just wondering.”

“Outside of on that woman’s birthday, I thankfully barely see her cousins.”

Penelope followed Toadette to the second floor, where questions constantly spilt out of her. How old was Jasmin? What did she like to do outside of reading? Did she spit on literally everybody she knew?

“Where are all these questions coming from?” Toadette sighed, leaning against the blue walls as staff walked by.

“I’m just curious,” Penelope mumbled. “That’s all.”

“Penelope, take it from me: that girl has nothing to offer you.”

“Huh?”

“Come on, do you really think I’m that stupid?” Toadette pointed towards Penelope’s cheeks. “No ten-year-old is good at hiding their deepest emotions.”

***

The bell rang at three o’clock, releasing the students of Pikari. Few headed towards the buses, and many more headed towards the bikes.

Jasmin was among them. Every step stung her; she was constantly clenching her butt, feeling every wound lining her rectum. She knew it would numb eventually, but the bike ride home was going to be like sitting bare on a pile of fire ants.

“Yo, Jazz!”

Jasmin flinched, turning sharply. It was Rachel, and she nearly knocked Jasmin off her feet. Before saying anything, she pressed a handful of coins into her palm.

“Thirty extra coins,” Rachel panted. “Look, I know Drew’s not paying you jack, so consider this my extra thank-you.”

Jasmin shook her head.

“Keep it. If I pay my ass-eater well, she’ll be more motivated to do a ten-out-of-ten job every single time,” Rachel giggled. “But for real though, your situation’s gotta get better.”

Jasmin simply shrugged. She fidgeted. What emotion was she supposed to show on her face? Happiness? Sadness? Confusion? Right now all she showed Rachel was a face of blankness.

“Drew’s got an ego as big as Peach’s castle, so I bet you’re worried he’ll let it slip that you guys are struggling.” Rachel sipped water. “If he does, I’ll mess him up on sight.”

Finally Jasmin raised a brow. How in the world is she going to dare to attack the principal’s son. Is she trying to get expelled? Like I’m someone you wanna get expelled for.

“You can talk, you know,” Rachel said, rubbing Jasmin’s cap. “Does my butt activate your vocal cords? Why so quiet everywhere else?”

Another shrug from Jasmin. She focused on the coins in her palm rather than looking in Rachel’s eyes.

Just then something hard hit Jasmin on her butt, causing her to stiffen up and scream. A softball rolled near her feet, and she heard feminine laughter coming from behind.

Probability of another attack is high. Stand still, Jazz, and they will go away.

Rachel scoffed. She grabbed the softball, whirled her arm back, and launched it straight at the girl who tossed it. In a second the assailant was down on the ground, with the softball striking her right in her right breast.

“Wanna try that again, Julie?” Rachel asked, stepping forward.

Jasmin, rubbing her injured butt, was further confused. After all, if Rachel knew what was normal, she would’ve picked up that softball and pelted her with it again.

“Alright, Jazz, that’s that,” Rachel sighed.

“The principal—” Jasmin caught herself. Those words left without permission.

“Ooh, finally!” Rachel exclaimed, brightly smiling. “Go on, finish.”

Jasmin stuttered, “The principal won’t take kindly to you obliterating his son. Especially since you’re a mushroom.”

“Obliterating, huh? Interesting vocab. But I can’t tell if that’s a gross exaggeration or an understatement.” Rachel tapped her sneaker. “Either way, I’ll have my foot so deep up his ass that he won’t dream of mentioning that humiliating encounter to his dad. I’ll wiggle my sweaty toes for extra measure.”

Jasmin felt a small twitch at the corner of her lips. It took conscious effort not to laugh. She pocked the coins, thanking Rachel with a hand gesture.

“You’re welcome.” Rachel then snatched Jasmin into a hug. The hug sent Jasmin into a state of panic. Fortunately Rachel dropped her before she could begin hyperventilating from the sudden contact. “See ya, fellow sporehead.”

As Rachel jogged away to practice, Jasmin scratched her head. For as uncomfortable as that hug was, something about it was warm. And that warmth lingered just enough to make the aching in her butt a little less pronounced.

However, the longer she pedalled, the more this oddly positive energy faded away. That familiar chill returned back to her world. For as nice as Rachel was, it all had to come through feeling sorry for Jasmin, nothing more. She definitely wasn’t a friend, being one of the more popular students. Jasmin? Still a poor nobody.

Don’t get too comfortable around her, Jazz! She’s not your friend, and she’ll never be one. She’s just using you like every other villain in your life.

Once she entered the mansion, she could hear her grandmother humming in the kitchen.

“How was your day, child?”

“Fine.”

“I knew you were gonna say that!” a high-pitched voice yelled from the living room.

Jasmin entered deeper, seeing Minh scrubbing the floor. Or rather, she was finishing scrubbing the floor, because the entire thing was so shiny that reflections were visible. Minh’s shirt was loose, and more importantly, she didn’t appear to have a bra on. So as she stood up, her breasts bounced gently. She approached Jasmin, not noticing the girl’s staring at her two partially exposed milk jugs.

“It was a fine day, right?” Minh asked.

“Yeah.” Jasmin’s expression was neutral. “I’m just stuck with crappy homework now.”

“Are you sure, Jazz? I mean, you look more tired than when I usually see you.”

“Minh-Minh, that’s just because you don’t see me after school.”

***

“Ew! I don’t like Jazz like that, Miss Toadette!” Penelope simply looked at her hands. “She just… I don’t get to be around many kids my own age, okay?”

“Does this castle not have married people with kids?”

“They tend to live off-premises. Not everyone who works here actually lives here; it’s not a hotel.”

“Big enough to be,” Toadette chuckled. “I’m happy you found someone to relate to. I just wish it was someone a lot less problematic.”

“She’s nice.”

Toadette shot her a concerned look.

“Okay, okay, she can be incredibly rude. But at least she’s honest about how she feels about everything.” Her smile began to widen. “And she’s so pretty. The braces make her look so dorky, but gosh, Miss Toadette, they’re awesome. She could spit on me all day if she keeps showing me those teeth.”

“Calm your freaky self down,” Toadette snickered, knowing Penelope had no idea what she was talking about. “Look, she’s a problem child. I think even Minh would agree you two shouldn’t see each other again.”

“Can I ask her?”

“That’s up to you, kid.” Toadette straightened her posture. “I just know that the less I have to think about her bougie cousins, the happier I am.

Toadette left Penelope by herself in the hallway, left to scurry back to her own room. She undid her heavy winter clothes and collapsed onto her mattress, a groan escaping her lips as her sore muscles shifted into place.

Whilst trying to relax, the image of Jasmin kept replaying in her mind. The way her raven hair flowed, the way her coffee-coloured skin contrast against Penelope’s own pale complexion, the way her saliva had a consistent habit of landing on Penelope’s body… Penelope twisted and turned, feeling far more confused than she had a right to at her age.

Never had she felt so awkward simply thinking about another individual.

She could still smell Jasmin’s musk despite being seas apart. She could recall every detail of her body, from her narrow eyes down to her filthy toes.

Her face flushed as she pictured having her nose buried between those digits.

Stinky as they are, I’d still rather tape my nose to those feet than Miss Toadette’s…

Penelope let out small gasps as she humped her pillow. Just when she was about to question what she was doing, she let out a loud shriek. It felt like she was on the verge of wetting the bed. She then came to an abrupt halt.

But the thought of Jasmin puckering her lips and giving Penelope a big, wet kiss persisted.

The girl’s panties slowly filled with a mixture of piss and natural fluids. Suddenly the image of Jasmin disappeared, and Penelope was left lying in horror. What just happened? Why did she only let out a little pee instead of a ton? Could anybody hear her screaming from the other side of the room?

“Penelope, are you good?” Toadette’s voice was full of concern as she opened the door.

“Yes!” Penelope’s pupils shrunk. “I just… I heard a cockroach!”

“You heard a roach?”

“Duh. It just burped.” Even Penelope didn’t have a clue what she was saying. “Don’t you know how bugs work?”

“Next time you scream that loud, you’d better be getting kidnapped like your mom.”

Once the door closed, Penelope let out a deep sigh. The deep pain of her muscles returned to her, but there was so much confusion in her mind that she barely recognised it.

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Author’s Note:
A lengthy chapter, huh? I’m always scared of giving names to minor characters, feeling that if they have a name, they’ll need to be important. Will Rachel or Drew make another cameo? I don’t know, but it was a blast writing them engage with Jasmin. First time we’ve seen a human-Toad in the story, as well.