I can make you beautiful

"It'll kill you!" They scream. "Overexposure to the deadly muppet hole will poison your body, mind, and soul, my liege!"

Heh. You think I don't know this? Do you know who I am? Not even the prospect of death could stop me from nutting with all my might into all of the holes of my sweet, sweet Kermit.

Yes, sometimes we use protection. Sometimes we even get out the

and it slows down the poison. But it's not the same. I NEED it raw. And besides. When I use my True Flesh Rod to pleasure him, I feel us connect. He wants me dead, wants to take over my life, but I know him. He is dear to me. I look into his froggy muppet eyes, pulsing within him, and for a moment, the murderous rage within him is clouded over with pure pleasure.

"MAKE ME MEGNANT," He howls;

"MUPPET PREGNANT," He clarifies.

I kiss him on the top of his head as I blast hot, sticky rope inside of him. "I love you," I whisper, and I almost call him Colter. He hates that name. So instead I call him Kermit.