Due to much demand over the last 5 or so years, I return from my writer graveyard. I seriously haven't written anything since the last chapter. At all. So I'm super rusty, and not exactly sure where I was heading with this, just know it had what is to follow. So please forgive my terrible, green-like writing. I shall try to finish this in the near future! If anyone wants me to, that is. So without ant further ado, a short second part of the story...


Giroro snarled softly at his unwanted companion. "I'm not you. I would never do something so messed up as rape someone! Not even unconsciously." As he spoke, he swam a few inches away.

"Ah, ah! My friend, why the hostility? And why do you suddenly seem to be in a rush to leave? This pool is much better a choice than that hellish tent of yours, hmm?" He quickly regained the distance, reaching out and rather tightly grabing the corpral's wrist, his signature smirk spreading across his lips. Giroro baulked, but for some reason he felt like all his strength training had never taken place. Why did he feel so goddamn weak?

His thoughts showed on his face, and Kururu chuckled. His glasses glinted as he reached up and pressed in one of his headphones. "Wondering why you can't resist? I planted a bug in you. But I know even that can't be enough~ kukuku, yes..." The evil could almost be felt as he laughed and grinned. "Just a little something more..." He snapped his fingers, and then paused, silence becoming almost deafening.

The ground. It was moving. The red frog looked down in wide-eyed horror as the floor of the pool split in two. Slowly, but there was no doubt. Shit. Shit.

With one last, loud "Ku ku KUUUU~~~", Kururu flipped back and out of the pool, landing deftly on the edge and leaving his prey stranded and alone. In glorious pride, he watched as his catch, his pet, emerged from the depths of its home, where it had been kept too long and deprived of what it needed.

Giroro, on the other hand, still couldn't move, and in mute horror he watched the creature emerge. There were so many. The tentacles. So many. Flailing. Slimy. He wanted so bad to run. But he was still under the dark sergeant major's control. His limbs would not listen to a damn thing he demanded of them. He grunted in his angered, fruitless efforts. That was a mistake.

"Mmm... Giroro, tell, do you know what this beastly thing feeds off of? Did you learn that during any of your ~training~, hmm?" He sat as he spoke, legs again dangling in the water as he pulled out a small camera.

Giroro's sharp tooth shined as he snarled again, much more audibly this time. "Like I even fucking CARE! Dammit, you sick freak, cut this out right now, or you will pay!"

"...I'll tell you anyway, thanks for asking!" A mix of a snort and a slight disgruntled huff slipped out his mouth. Meanwhile, the tentacle beast had already heard the helpless Keronian and turned to face him.

"It craves...seed."