Shini puts her hands on her hips and gazes down thoughtfully. 
"Well," she says. "This is quite a conundrum, isn't it?" 
The small, red-tinted frog perched on her bed ribbits crankily, tiny throat fluttering. Bright blue eyes spark in a way that suggest it--or rather, she-- would be using some rather crude language if she could speak a human tongue right now. 
"Before you get any ideas, you're not venomous," Shini says, plopping down onto the bed and tossing her hat aside. "No powers, either. You're just a very cute and very harmless little--well, I can't call you little bird, now, can I?" 
April O'Neil lets out a fresh string of outraged ribbits, tiny body vibrating with fury. Shini swears she can see those froggy cheeks tint with an outraged blush, just a little. 
"Oh, come on, what was I supposed to do? You were bothering me." Shini tugs off her boots and shrugs off her jacket. "All that whining and yammering--I have work to do, darling. I'm a busy bee with no time for spats." 
The frog turns a shiny green back on her, huffing, and starts to awkwardly struggle out of the blanket. April doesn't seem entirely sure how to manage her new limbs, poor thing. 
"Where do you think you're going?" Shini asks. "Running to your little turtle friends? I guess you can bond with them over the green thing now, but they're not going to be able to fix your...awkward situation. That honor is mine and mine alone." 
Her little friend makes some more angry ribbits, but grudgingly wriggles back around to face Shini. That little frog face is scrunched up much the way April usually scrunches up her little human face when she's mad or concentrating, and it's undeniably cute. 
"Let me guess, you want to know what it'll take for me to change you back," Shini tugs off her socks and tosses them aside. "You're wondering, oh, Mistress Shini, whatever can I do to make it up to you?"  
April sticks out her tongue. 
"Keep that up and I'll turn you into a potion." April freezes, looking incredulous, and Shini smirks. "You think I won't? You have no idea about the rejuvenating impact of well-prepared frog guts on fertility; you could make me a rich woman." 
April's froggy eyes are wide and fixed carefully on Shini. Good. They're in the negotiating phase now. 
"Thankfully, that's not what I have in mind." Shini hooks her thumbs around her pants and underwear, making the motion deliberate enough to get April's attention. "There are other ways you can make it up to me." 
She takes her time dragging her pants down her legs, letting April take a good, long before kicking them off. Now she's naked except for her Arkha Sva t-shirt and April is looking at her like she's lost her mind. 
"Oh, come on." Shini settles herself against the headboard, legs spread wide so April can get a nice, good look at the good. April skitters backward, eyes bugging out of her tiny skull. "You can't imagine you've never thought about it. Giving yourself completely over to someone like that, so small, so helpless, so vulnerable..."  
One hand slips between her legs, gently teasing the flesh there, and Shini lets out a sigh--she's already starting to get wet in anticipation of the evening's activities. "Besides, don't frogs like to swim in ponds?" 
April is shaking all over, trembling as if in fear. Shini smiles, calling up a bit of shadow to sharpen her teeth in points. "Or you could stay like this for a week. A month. Forever, even. I've got time." She smiles warmly, spreading herself a little so April can get a decent look at the goods. 
"Come on," she purrs. "I know this isn't the first time you've done something like this." April really is flushing now, but she doesn't look away. "Show me what you got, darling." 
Slowly, surely, like every move pains her, April creaks forward. She makes her little green way between Shini's thighs, feet slapping against the bedspread, throat working anxiously. 
"There," Shini croons. "That's it." She reaches out to pat April's little head. "Such a good girl." April squirms at her touch, hunching forward like she wants to get away from it. Of course, that only brings her closer to the warm, welcoming heat of Shini's pussy. 
A tiny mouth brushes against Shini's clit and it's...interesting. Cooler than any mouth she's ever encountered before and unmistakably slick; it prickles more delicately than even the primmest, slimmest human mouth ever could. She squirms a little at the pressure, wriggling closer. 
April presses back with what seems to be renewed confidence, or at least resigned determination. That tongue she stuck before and oh, but it is long. Shini sucks in a sharp breath as it pushes against her, a sensation like cool rubber pushing against what now feels like overheated skin. 
That industrious mouth stays pressed to her clit, but the tongue pushes further in, teasing Shini's inner walls. She squirms, breath catching in her throat, her fingers startling to tremble ever so slightly where they're tangled in the blankets. 
"That's nice, darling," she whispers. "But you can get a little closer, can't you?" 
A moment, and Shini wonders if April will resist again, but then she feels little feet nudging over her flesh, April pushing herself deeper. "Shit," Shini grits out, slipping into a language that no human could ever understand, head slipping back. April's tongue flicks just so and Shini has to grit her teeth, doing her best not to come right away like a novice. 
"Oh, you--you like this," she forces out. "Like being swallowed up by me, yeah?" She wriggles her hips, savoring the way April's muscles tense as she tries to keep from being knocked over by the motion. 
In retribution (or agreement?), April flicks her tongue just so and Shini gasps before she can stop herself. Another flick, April getting her literal licks in, and Shini can feel herself just start to tremble, just a little. 
But April's trembling, too, and maybe she'd like Shini to believe it's with fear or anger, but who knows? Shini can imagine what it's like to want to crawl into such a soft, warm place, dark and deep and welcoming. She does her best to tighten around the body nudging inside her, to let April know just how easily she can be swallowed up. 
April pushes back, like she wants this over with, maybe, or she wants more. Her movements pick up, that little green body shaking and pushing like a living vibrator and Shini lets herself groan, letting shadows gather in the corners of the room as her power slips out of control. 
"Come on," she whispers, voice shaking. "Come on, sweet thing. Come on-- fuck." She clenches her fists so hard it hurts, willing herself to keep it together, to savor this pleasure like a final meal for as long as she can. 
And she does, at least until April starts flexing and pushing her tiny green limbs and in out, and in and out. Maybe she's trying to keep her balance, but it feels like she's expanding and contracting inside Shini, even as her back legs push against Shini's clit and her tongue shoves even deeper and, and oh--oh, that is unexpected. 
She doesn't last long after that. Shini comes with an unholy shriek, her body shuddering and blurring at the edges, the endless cutting heat of god that's good burning through her. 
Then she's slumping forward, gasping for air, dragging her trembling thighs apart. A very damp little frog slips onto the blanket and Shini scoops her up out of harm's way with shaking hands. April's heart beats fast and wild against her palm as Shini takes in deep, steadying lungfuls of air. 
"Wow," she breathes, and gives April a soft kiss right over her froggy little mouth. The next minute April's in her arms, naked and flushed, having very clearly not quite reached her own peak.  
"Shini," she groans, hips thrusting desperately against Shini's bare thigh. The play-defiance is gone from her eyes, leaving her stripped down to that wild abandon which Shini adores. 
"Oh, baby," Shini murmurs, gently lowering April to the sheets and leaning down to complete the night's work. "Let me take care of you." 
  
"Do you think I'm a freak?" April asks later. 
Shini stirs, blinking. "What?" 
April doesn't move from where her head is pillowed on Shini's arm, red hair spilling over her still-sweaty face. "A freak. That wasn't very--normal, what we just did." 
Shini shrugs. "It's really not that different from wearing a fursuit, you know? And we were careful." They'd arranged a signal and everything: April would tap her back leg twice if she needed to stop or be changed back. Shini had even turned her between human and frog a few times to make sure she could pull it off. 
"I know, but..." April sighs. 
Shini huffs--mortals can be so odd, sometimes. "Do you think I'm a freak?" 
"Of course not!" April sounds scandalized at the very idea. 
"Well, I enjoyed it as much as you," Shini says, planting a soft kiss on April's sweaty forehead. "If you're a freak, then I'm a freak, little bird." 
"Back to little bird , huh?" 
"Well, we could also try little frog again, if you're interested," Shini muses. "Or little--all sorts of things, really, in all sorts of ways. We don't even have to be limited to animals. What do you think?" 
"I think..." April turns it over in her head, then nods firmly. "I think I'd like that." 
"Good." Shini tugs her even closer, smoothing her hand down April's back. "So do I."