The different place definitely smelled like a different place. In the small span since he walked through the portal, Hot Grizzly had learned a few more words that appeared in his mind so he knew what he was smelling: plastic, felt, blood, sugar, paint and what he was recently informed were called Hors d'Oeuvres. The small foods of circles and tastes were very tiny, Hot Grizzly bare even realized when they had transported to his tummy and he had moved on to doing the mouth on the tray and the hands holding it. The silly NISH was very dumb and unintelligente because it kept saying to Hot Grizzly that Hot Grizzly was in a green room. The rude little thing had no idea what "green" was. The place of the now had four very vertical and flat mountains that were lined with small squares that had people things and fluffy semi-people things holding hands and making their mouths wide; probably a sign of despair. Those were walls and those were pictures, according to NISH, but the room was not green. It had become very obvious than NISH was a very bad thinker and that HO GRizzly knew more things and was smarter and better.
A different longer square on the ""wall"" moved and made it so that it was moved, revealing there was an outside to the ""room"" of the green. A small blue bird-guy-person with a spiral for a nose came in, whistling. It was one of those silly things that could not speak the way Hot Grizzly could speak but the noises it made were funny.
"HOLY SHIT! FUZZY!" was the noise it made, it was a very happy thing because it had the eye sweat and the joy shivering that all food did "Fuzzy? How did this- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING? Help! HELP! There's something in here! Oh, GOD, it killed Fuzzy bear! Help! Security!"
The little blue thing went somewhere else, it didn't really matter where. It was so strange that there were these not naked furry things that put people skin-skin over their fur. Most of the place was bad and not good.
As he stepped through the portal he was met by the Hors d'Oeuvres which was neither good nor bad because, again, eating them was too fast. But then there was the thing that held the tray and made mouth noises because of the paw-hand it no longer had, disturbing Hot Grizzly's eating like a rude thing. NISH explained that the thing was also a bear, to which Hot Grizzly reacted as one would by getting rid of such an abomination. That was no bear. Being bear isn't wearing the floppy fabric line around the neck, it is not letting a cloth thing be on your head! Being bear was not having those eyes and opening the mouth like the not-bear opened his mouth!
Thankfully, the very hot shape of Hot Grizzly was under his command, so he could transform his person hot-hand into a bear hot-paw and use his sexy claws to slice the neck of the beast in one swing. It had now stopped being such a scary thing because of how dead it was and how much it was on the ground letting out its water. Hot Grizzly as very hungry but he could not eat such a foul thing, it was profane and more importantly rude for the not-bear to want to be eaten after doing what he did: looking the way it decided to look.
"Gonzo! In here?" one of the person-people made a noise. Two men-people came into the room along with the blue thing. They had skin coverings with strange white symbols on the back and they had things in their hands; the same hand things that Hot Jacques took out and pointed at (then) Grizzly while he as happy to become the food. These ones also had the things pointed.
One of them tried to grab the hot arm of Hot Grizzly, but he didn't really want his hot arm held and unfortunately, the face of the man-man looked quite yummy.
He made a mouth at the closest one of the blackcovered manmen and it rudely insisted on starting to take out its red face-juice and spray it all over the place. He got very tired from all the juie spreading so it layed down VERY fast. "More like RED room, NISH!" said Hot Grizzly, being hilarious.
The other manman was now full of the happy feeling, his eyes had sweat and the front of his legcoverings were et from his joy pissing. It also made a noise and Hot Grizzly thought "Wow, they are all making the noises today, huh?" being more observational than hilarious but still very funny. The personthing that wasn't too tired made its object-thing make loud noise and make a lot of light at Hot Grizzly, which wasn't polite at all.
The small rocks (a word he was very excited to have magically learned) that came out of the object thing were in the air, being still and not moving as the happiness in the face of the manman that still had one got way larger. It was now a very big happiness. The rock things that came from the noise and light fell to the floorground. "Darn!" though Hot Grizzly "I wasn't paying attention to what the person thing tasted like. This one also has the taste, I believe" he believed.
Hot Grizzly grabbed the man - who was so full with happy that he kept yelling his wife's name - with his gorgeous manhands and also did the mouth thing to him, now on the neck, where the taste lived.
When the noise of the bangs was done, other small person-frog-pig-green-blue-fur-lady-guys walked into the green red room. They had so many colors and looked ridiculous with the skin coverings over their not naked bodies. The shapes and the smells of them were very good, so good in fact that he was too focused on them than on the man he was snacking on, how dare they do that to Hot Grizzly? Now the red thing was out of that other body too and he didn't know what the taste was.
"What the fuck is going on?!" asked Rowlf a brown thing with ears that did flopping and face that was small who had a tie of the bow in the neck.
"I don't know!" noised Gonzo, the blue spiralface thing "They shot it! I swear to fuck they shot that thing! But the bullets just stopped mid-air!"
"FUZZY!" noised a thing called Miss, louder than the rest. It was a female thing of pink, with pink of the skin and pink of the skin coverings. It had strange head fur that was not brown or bear or pretty, but it was the color of the heatball of the sky hitting the surface of the runny water thing. It ran into the room going past the other colorful things.
"Honey, don't!" noised a green one, the only one with the common sense not to put skin coverings over his skin.
"HEEEEEYAAAAAAAAHHH!" the pink one made a noise that almost words and she moved across the air with her leg ending forward. The end of the leg had some sort of hard thing with what looked like a very long tooth on one of the sides. That tooth was heading right for Hot Grizzly. It made pain happen when it hit his face.
The pink thing made spins without touching the down-flat where the food lives and then landed on it with an emotion on her face that did not look at all like happiness. Hot Grizzly was stunned by how rude that had been. He was just trying to eat and then food came up and made pain happen? Why would it do that?
"Rude!" he growled "Very rude!"
Before he gained the Factor of Absolute Beauty, Hot Grizzly had no idea what legs were or why anyone would even care about them, but now that he had legs, he had MANY ideas about what they were and why everyone should care about them. He threw the first kick he had ever thrown in his life. It was a good kick because it made the leg of the unhappy pink thing bend back with a satisfying crack, after which she slipped on the blood of any of the dead things and fell to the floor. After that, she began making a very loud continuous sound as she too started to feel happy like the rest of her companions and touching the leg of hers that was now bending a different way than seconds before.
Before he could mouth her, Hot Grizzly had a new thing in front of him. It was the green thing, the sensible one. It had the green all over and very thin and long arms and legs (the kind that had Hot Grizzly known about noodles yet, he would be confident he could suck off his body like noodles), a round body and a spike head with two white circles on top that made him have sight. it had spikes around the neck of it too so it was clearly a dangerfrog. The noises of it were goofier than the rest but the fact that there was no happiness sin his noisemaking meant it wasn't really fit to be eaten.
The way it held its hands up spreading apart like it was one of those ""walls"" was a bit fascinating for Hot Grizzly. His tiny hands were but half a bite away from not being attached to that body at all, and yet it held them up almost touching the cute and handsome and perfect snout of Hot Grizzly. So he stayed put, like the dangerfrog was doing, bobbing his head up and down as if trying to understand what it was doing.
"Kermit! What are you doing!?" a different blue birdlike thing that had a brow of anger was doing his own noise.
"Get out! All of you!" it noised behind him, a rude noise but not rude towards Hot Grizzly, so he was still safe.
"What are you talking about? We're not going to leave y-"
"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT! Take Miss Piggy with you!" the noises of the green one overtook the noises the floppy-ear-having one was trying to make "If you motherfuckers let my wife die I will have your balls and clits chopped off and fed to you until you choke on them!"
"Kermy, I…" noised the Miss of Piggy with stars in her eyes. It was probable that the noise of the green thing had been a very pretty thing.
"Shut the fuck up and leave, Piggy!"
The other things came in and dragged the pink thing out, taking advantage of how slippery the red juice was and not even thanking Hot Grizzly for putting it there. They were all so happy that one of them let out some chunky mouth water on the floor, probably as a sign of gratitude for the termination of the anti-bear they called Fuzzy.
"Hang in there boss! We'll get animal control and-!" noised one of the rats as it closed the door.
"I SAID GET OUT!"
Then they were alone. One tiny personfrog and one sexy ass bear-Adonis. It looked like food and smelled like his mouth could eat it but he wasn't happy so it didn't really make sense to strike. Hot Grizzly moved away a bit and considered bending over to eat some more man-men, but he thought it would be rude to move when the frog was looking at him like that.
It did not make any noises and Hot Grizzly actually felt a little awkward standing there. Standing still also made him realize a part of being a cosmically assigned hunk-human that he hadn't thought about: What does Hot Grizzly do with his arms when he is just standing still? Arms were very good, that much was clear, but where could he put them? They just hung at his sides. When he was just a bear he didn't have to worry, his limbs were always holding him up off the down-ground, so this wasn't a problem until he got arms. Moreover, now that he was standing in front of a thing that had no skin-skin, he felt very insecure wearing that celestially magnificent speedo around his crotch. Now HE was the irrational one that put things around his fur.
"I…" the green one drank up the silence "My name is Kermit the Frog… Can… Can you understand me?" There was a little bit of a happy noise coming from him, but it was behind something else.
Hot Grizzly couldn't understand the primal noises the thing was making, so he just stared blankly into that face.
"He is asking you if you can understand him" said NISH.
"Oh, can you understand these things?"
"I understand all things"
"Well… I don't, can you tell him that?"
"Nothing can hear me but you, wielder"
"So… Uhhhhh…"
"Move your head from side to side while looking at it. It will understand it as a no"
He did so, moving his large head from one side to the other. He was later explained that he had to do that motion several times for it to land, since once just looked like he was itchy. After had, he had to be explained that one or two times were enough because he was getting dizzy.
"Wait, so did you understand that?" noised the frog.
"Move your head again. Remember, just once or twice" advised NISH.
"Are you saying 'no'?"
"Now listen, Hot Grizzly, listen carefully. I need you to do a different head motion: up and down. Just up and down, okay?"
"So then, do you understand me?"
"Hot Grizzly. The part where your beautiful arms connect to your beautiful torso is called your shoulders. I need you to move those up and down. Just once! Once is enough!"
"Oh, boy…" said Kermit the Frog, disoriented. He put a hand in his flesh pockets and pulled out a cigarrette and a lighter "Do you have a name?"
The way his body moved made no sense for Hot Grizzly, which is to say, it objectively made no sense at all. He was a bit happy as all food should be when eaten, but the rest of him seemed calm.
The shoulders (Hot Grizzly now noticed shoulders more, the bear monstrosity also had them, nice!) of the green one were loose and he lowered his tiny hands too reach for that box of hot and that incomprehensible little stick. The things in his hands shook a little bit, but not enough to be joyshakings.
For one moment, the green thing pointed its eyes away from the eyes of Hot Grizzly and for just one second looked down, correcting himself quickly. Shaking his head to jumble his thoughts back into shape. What was he thinking? Why would any of those thoughts seep into his mind at a moment like that? The boost of bravery that came from saving his wife had disappeared yet why was dread not coming back to him. The cold dead face of Fuzzy stared right at him with blank eyes as the pool of blood under his neck stopped getting larger, it was a sanguine lake that was getting stale and colorless second by second. He would be next. Then why? Why wasn't he attempting to run away? Had he already accepted how impossible a feat like that would be? Was that how true unavoidability felt? That had to be it! It wasn't those other thoughts! It couldn't be those other thoughts! Why were those thoughts even there?
Meanwhile, Hot Grizzly noticed the smell of the strange little stick and was curious. He yanked it out of the hand of the green thing and luckily it was still staring at the limp remains of his food. Gross! Why would he look at another thing's food remains? That was just embarrassing! Yes, Hot Grizzly knew he hadn't finished any of those meals, but the frog didn't have to rub it in!
As soon as he took the cigarette, he smelt it again, it was a new smell of bad and good that made it a true regular smell. He made it go inside his mouth.
Despite it size, this one did have a taste, a rude taste.
Hot Grizzly spat out the mean brown leaves from his mouth, disgusted that anyone would eat something like that. He growled at the small soon-to-be tummy filler and was taken aback by those white eyes; they weren't looking up anymore.
Kermit was lost in the V. Somewhere between the waist of the slutty yet casual-fun-formal speedo, the obliques, those legs that would put tree trunks to shame, those abs you just want to lick tantalizingly circling a belly button that instantly made you wonder "do I now have a belly button fetish?"... He couldn't escape, he was trapped in how thirsty such a specimen made him. "I want to lick every single inch of this creature" was one of the many thoughts that swirled around in his froggy mind as he tensed his face as if eating his lower lip completely.
When the roar came, he did look up, but not with fear happiness, but with a curiosity that made him doubt himself like nothing else could.
In the eye stuff of the thingy there was a secret light, a new light for both of them. It didn't do noises at Hot Grizzly, it just acted.
Immediately, Kermit launched himself at those legs, hugging them together and squeezing that sweet plump flesh in his tiny hands. Hot Grizzly felt a thing that he was certain only he had: a tongue. A long, viscous, tentacle-like tongue that extended from the cartoony empty mouth of the muppet ring leader. The sensation was anti-pain, it was being made in him but it wasn't rude or made him acquire the angry feeling.
"What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing?" Kermit asked himself.
"Living your life" he answered.
"This is… this is…" his thoughts were slowed by language, he was pure sensation and it was hard to articulate a sentence.
"This is…" a monsoon of different emotions rattled in his small fist-sized head. A deep deep grief and despair were there, pulsing and burning him from the inside… So it made it all the more strange that a more basic and primal emotion could completely block them out.
"This is heavenly!"
The green hands were no joke, since they weren't funny at all, but they were also very strong. They pinched at his perfect buttcheeks with the force Hot Grizzly would bite down on a finny-swim-food. The frog clutched his flesh like it belonged to him as the massive tongue went up and down the fur on his inner thighs and moistened him up good.
Hot Grizzly felt something too. The anti-pain was getting bigger and bigger and the flesh tube tucked neatly inside his speedo began to shapeshift.
It could've been one minute or an entire day, but in a blur everything changed.
Hot Grizzly was leaning against a topped over snack table, leaning against it as his legs were sprawled open on the floor. His unbearably fancy yet cheap and approachable speed was somewhere on the floor, where Kermit had thrown it at some point. The flesh tube was as hard as it could get, standing at a phenomenal and attractive length almost as if the tip of it pointed at the ceiling. Hot Grizzly thought it was pointing at something but it was not, there was only up and up-wall up there.
Kermit's massive tongue was finishing up on his abs and went down slowly to grace the tip of the instrument. More anti-pain.
Even though Kermit hardly ever wore clothes and had virtually no genitals to speak of, he looked more naked that usual.
"So, buddy… You haven't told me your name yet…" he pointed at himself "I am Kermit the Frog" he touched the perfect pecs of Hot Grizzly "You are?" back to him "Kermit the Frog" back to Hot Grizzly "You?"
In the intellect he had acquired (and after a very quick and thorough explanation by NISH) he knew a bit about how to direct his breathing along his mouth to make sounds like the goofy ridiculous ones everyone kept making at him.
"H...Ho… ohhh… Hohh… Hoht… Ho… oh… T"
"Hot?"
"G… grrrr... Grrr… Grrrree… Greesh… Grizz…" his tongue simply couldn't do an L sound, it just kept making more growls that meant nothing even in the One True Language of Hot Grizzly.
"Hot Grizz?" Kermit said with a lewd smile on his face, returning to do confusing sounds "Yes… Yes… That makes sense"
He put his mouth over the phallus like a snake devouring a whole ostrich egg.
"How about you fill me up with your hot grizz, then?"
He swallowed it whole.
Hot Grizzly had the very strange feeling of being done the mouth thing to by a different thing. The felt insides of Kermit were a warm and wet mess that enveloped what he then discovered was his most sensitive part. He went up and down, showing just how spacious the inside of his mouth was. He made it all the way to the base and then went back up. And down again. And up again. And down again.
(Editor's note: despite the author's intentions of being as detailed as possible for this section,
we felt it necessary to make a few cuts in the interest of saving paper and narrative flow.
Please enjoy the harshly revised and shortened version)
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Thankfully, Kermit was a frog. Thus couldn't choke on liquids as easily.
The spit mixed with the blood and the sweat and the tears and… the other fluid. As soon as it entered his body, Kermit tasted the limits of his perception. Before that load, he was presumptuous to assume he even knew the meaning of the word "delicious".
Unfortunately he passed out because he had not been breathing at all during that intense amount of excercise. But then h woke up. Only to pass put again. It had really gone on for quite some time (as it should always). Then he woke up and decided not to pass out again.
"Boy, you're a tough almond to milk, aren't you?" Said Kermit massaging the back of his neck. It felt like he had been lifting up a massive building with his head for years on end. He had never been that sore in his mouth. He lost 3% body fat just by sucking Hot Grizzly off.
Hot Grizzly was almost falling asleep. He was woken up by a sensation that coursed through his body like lightning… or a very fast and angry ant. He had made water! That was cool, he guessed. It was a strange jelly that he could not by the life of him explain.
Kermit sat down on the hot abs of the even hotter beast. At some point during that ordeal, they had slid around the room in sweat and spit and ended on top of the two human corpses and their mixed ocean of blood. With a blank stare and more dehydrated than he had ever been in his entire life, Kermit put a finger on that massive red puddle and moved it around as if drawing on it, mesmerized by the texture. For a single second, he considered if drinking it would quench his thirst.
"Animal Control! Mr. The Frog? Are you okay? We're coming in!" came man noises from the door.
"NO! STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" noised the green little thing "I'm fine! It was all a misunderstanding!"
"Kermit? What do you mean?" Gonzo replied.
"I say stay put! If anyone comes in here I will make it my personal mission to make sure you never work again!"
"Sir, we were told there were a few injured and we must"
"You're in my fucking studio, get a warrent and go shove it up your ass!" He yelled "I'm not shitting around! Get those Animal Control assholes out of here!"
A few moments passed and the officers were escorted away by muppets who were more scared of their boss than the monster they had witnessed.
There was silence back in the red room. Hit Grizzly felt bad for Kermit: it was very hungry and had tried to eat him, but he obviously had no idea how to eat. He wanted to understand Kermit to tell him "You need to close your jaw so you can eat it" but then again, the fact that he didn't do it meant Hot Grizzly didn't have to kill it and also that coincidentally he got a very un-painful feeling all over. Foolish frog, that very long attack didn't hurt Hot Grizzly at all, in fact it un-hurt him. And in the end the frog was tired and he was doing fine.
But it still wasn't happy. It hadn't become food yet, so Hot Grizzly didn't attack back. The un-pain lingered and somehow he wanted to feel it more if he could.
Kermit rested his entire body on Hot Grizzly's chest and stomach, sprawled out like hugging a small island in the middle of the ocean. He made little circles on that hairy chest, leaving remnants of the security guard's blood in a sort of spiral.
"I realized a quarter of the way through the blow job: your name must actually be Hot Grizzly, right?"
Hot Grizzly made the up and down head motion.
"You know? I just recently lost an anthropomorphic bear I had on my show… Any idea where I could get a replacement? Maybe one that..." He cupped one of Hot Grizzly's pecs "Has more sex appeal?"
Obviously the noise was noise. It was really bizzarre that so many species somehow saw any meaning in the goofy noises coming out of that ugly wet mouth with the help of that disturbingly massive tongue. Finding it rude to keep quiet after he cracked the most basic communication, Hot Grizzly made the shoulders up and shoulders down motion.
As a twinkle came over Kermit's gaze, the curtain rose on a new chapter, a chapter that promised to be the most sensational, inspirational, celebrational and muppetational yet…