Now:

     Skip felt nothing but terror! in those first few moments he got grabbed.       His reality became a cyclone of blinding sun, ground, terrified desert people, blood, blood, and giant toads, toads, as one flung all three hundred pounds of Skip around like a rag doll. 

     "Claudia!" he yelped.

     No response from Claudia.

​     The toad brought Skip indoors, out of the intense heat, then pitched Skip through the air so that he splapped in a tub of grease with some other humans. The others all had the darker skin of the desert dwellers. Skip sat up to wipe the grease out of his eyes.  

     "Get us the fuck out of here, Claudia!"

     No response from Claudia.                                                                              Three toads stood over the grease tub. Women. None of the toads Skip saw wore clothes, and these toads didn't have dicks, so...One pulled Skip out of the tub, pulled off the shoes he'd just put on to discard over a shoulder, then used her claws to slice the rest of his clothes from his body. Done, she pitched Skip into a pile of other naked, greased humans.                 "Claudia!"

     The other half dozen humans Skip sat with hugged themselves as if humiliated by their own nudity. Skip remembered a time when he felt that way, but that was before he took up with the nudists at the donut farm. They huddled in a room that would be air-conditioned if the door leading outside didn't keep opening and closing. Skip saw hundreds of potted plants, so he figured the place had to be some sort of nursery.

​     The door opened, and, in the three seconds it took for the door to swing open, then close again, Skip saw what went on in the courtyard beyond.

     He then vomited.

     It joined the puke some of the others had already produced.

     The door opened, and Skip watched a toad, his mouth filled with row after row of sharp, pointed teeth, tear an elderly man to pieces while biting into, then spitting out, his flesh.

     The door opened, and Skip saw that they stood in line, toad behind toad behind toad.

     The door opened, and Skip watched a toad grab a woman from behind to dig his claws into her hips and cram a dick the size of a forearm up her cunt. 

     The door opened, and Skip watched a toad grab a man from behind to jam his "arm" up the man's bunghole.

     The more the humans screamed, the more the toads laughed.

     The door opened, and Skip watched a toad rip his "lover" apart even as he fucked her, then kick the corpse away as thick, green cum fountained from his dickhead.

     He stood in a pool of blood like the sky had rained red.

     Shredded corpses littered the courtyard.

     "Claudia!"

CONTINUE