"Alright. Work done? Check. Door's locked? Check. Hop Pop, Sprig and Polly outta my hair? Check".

Anne let out a sigh of relief as she settled into her bed. It had been a long day of working on the farm, and she had been waiting for this moment practically since she had gotten up. She was so eager to get on with it, in fact, that she had left the dinner table early to "go to bed", as she told Hop Pop and Polly.

Once she had gotten comfortably settled in, she grabbed her phone, unlocking it and loading up the photo gallery, entering into her special hidden album. All sorts of smut popped onto the screen, and she started to get excited.

She tapped on her favorite picture, a photo of a blonde girl, who looked sort of like Sasha, getting fucked from behind, and slowly reached down and under her panties.

She let out a soft moan as she started to rub her clit and vulva, soaking her fingers in her own juices, before slowly sliding one finger inside, and then another.

Her breathing began to speed up as she continued to slide her fingers in and out of her pussy, and she continued to do so faster and faster, until-

"Anne! Come up here!"

Her masturbation session was suddenly cut short by Hop Pop calling for her. "Ughhhh!" she groaned, as she pulled her pants back up and wiped her hands on her shirt.

"What is it, Hop Pop?" she grumbled as she walked up the steps from the basement.

"Now Anne, what did I tell you this mornin' about the dishes?" Hop Pop asked accusatively.

"Ohhhh, yeahhh, the dishes…" she mumbled, as she looked at the stack of plates and bowls in front of her.

Anne had completely forgotten that she was on dish duty that day. Well, it was technically Sprig's turn, but he had somehow convinced Hop Pop to give him a pass for the day so he could go on a date with Ivy.

"Wellll... I'm sure they wouldn't mind waiting till' tomorrow, eh, Hop Pop? I'm just gonna go back to, uh, bed, now." Anne said with a faux smile, walking backwards towards the basement door at a brisk pace.

"Hey!" called the old frog, "Get back here, young lady! That's what you said last week, and- oh, hello, Sprig." he said as the door to the house opened, and the young frog walked in. "...Hello Hop Pop…" he mumbled quietly as he shuffled towards the stairs to his room.

Anne was already halfway to the basement, but stopped when she noticed the troubled expression on her friend's face. Sprig was usually as chipper as he could be after his dates with Ivy. Her horniness and eagerness to get back to masturbating dissipated pretty much instantly, and was replaced with worriedness about Sprig.

"Sprig?" she called. She did not receive an answer, and he started to walk up the stairs a little bit faster. "Sprig, what's wrong?" she asked again. Once again, she received no answer, and his fast-walk up the stairs turned into a full on run, before she heard his door slam shut. Feeling very worried for her buddy, she started to walk up the stairs to Sprig's room, but not before hearing Hop Pop complaining about the dishes as she ascended.

"Sprig?" she said in a gentle voice as she opened the door to his room. Sprig was sitting on his bed, looking down at the ground. He looked towards Anne, sighed, and then shifted his gaze back towards the floor. "Hey Anne…"

Anne walked towards his bed and slowly took a seat next to him, wrapping her arm around the small frog. "What's up, dude? Something bothering you?" she asked in a kind tone.

"Uhm… Don't worry about it, I'm fine…" he mumbled.

"You sure?" Anne replied.

"Well…"

He sighed.

"I guess I'll just tell you what happened…"

Anne listened intently.

"Me and Ivy ran into Maddie while we were on our date, and- I don't know, I guess she changed her mind about forgiving me for the whole breakup thing." he explained.

"Aw, no way! Really?" Anne asked, surprised and intrigued by the drama.

"Yeah…" He continued. "She got really angry at me and Ivy, and then they started yelling at each other, and… yeah, you get the picture. It wasn't pretty…"

"Yikes... so I'm guessing the date probably didn't go too well after that, huh?" Anne asked sympathetically.

"Yeah, you can say that again." Sprig replied. "She said she was gonna 'get back at me', too. Whatever that means…" he continued, obviously worried.

"Ehh, I wouldn't worry about it." Anne said, trying to quell any fears he had, "People make empty threats all the time. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? I mean yeah, sure, she knows a crap ton about magic, and voodoo, and… uh… well- like I said, I wouldn't worry about it" she continued, trying not to make the situation worse.

"Yeah, I guess you're right, Anne" Sprig replied, seeming at least a little bit relieved, when he suddenly felt a yawn come over him. "Maybe I'll feel a bit better after getting some sleep…" he said, rubbing his eyes.

"Alright, good night, then, Sprig, see ya next morning." Anne replied, pulling him in for a hug before getting up and going back downstairs.

As Anne got back into her bed, she loaded up her porn folder and got to work once again, but it was no use. She was still somewhat horny, but she couldn't stop worrying about what Sprig said. What did Maddie mean when she said she would "get back at him"? Who knew what she was capable of? Frustrated, she gave up on flicking the bean and decided to just try and sleep. Who knows, maybe it really would turn out to be nothing. Putting her phone down, she rolled on to her side, and slowly but surely, drifted off to sleep.