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>Cobson stammered, poised above him. “You know what to do,” Pepe said, his eyes closing. “Embrace the cringe. Become one with the meme.” With a shuddering sob of release, Cobson guided himself forward. The entrance was incredibly tight at first, cool and clenching, then gave way with a soft, yielding *shlupp*. He sank in to the hilt, a choked cry tearing from his throat—“*Guh-HUUUUURK!*” Inside was a sensation of perfect, velvety constriction, a cool, rhythmic pulsing that matched no human rhythm. Pepe wrapped his long, powerful legs around Cobson’s waist, locking him in place. “Now,” Pepe commanded, his own breath starting to hitch. “*M-move.* For the content. For the archive.” Cobson obeyed, driven by a primal instinct that overrode all his anxiety. He began to thrust, shallow at first, then deeper, harder. The bedframe slammed against the wall in a frantic, creaking tempo—*thump-thump-thump-thump*. Pepe’s cool skin grew slick with a strange, pearlescent fluid. His own hips began to meet Cobson’s drives, their bodies finding a bizarre, syncopated rhythm. “Y-yes! So soy! So… *brave!*” Pepe croaked, his ironic façade cracking. His webbed hands scrabbled at Cobson’s back, claws barely pricking the skin. “You’re… you’re *posting*!” Cobson was beyond words. He was a piston of desperate need, sweat pouring from his brow, his world reduced to the feeling of that incredible, cool tightness and the sight of the ancient, smug frog deity unraveling beneath him. The sounds were a symphony of degradation: the wet, rhythmic *slap* of flesh on flesh, Pepe’s guttural, croaking gasps—“*R-ribbit… krrraaaw…*”—and Cobson’s own continuous, high-pitched whine, which peaked with every deep plunge. Pepe’s body began to tremble. A deep, resonant vibration started in his chest and traveled through where they were joined, making Cobson see stars. “I’m… I’m *feeling* it, brother!” Pepe cried out, his voice breaking into a raw, unmodulated shriek. “The *AUTHENTICITY!*” That was the trigger. The vibration, the scream, the sheer absurd, monumental weight of the moment crashed over Cobson. His eyes rolled back. “I’M… I’M COOMING!” he wailed, a final, piercing shriek of release. He slammed deep and held, his body convulsing as he emptied himself in hot, pulsing jets inside the shivering frog. Pepe’s own climax followed instantly, a flood of cool, viscous fluid that seeped out around Cobson’s still-throbbing cock, soaking the sheets beneath them. Pepe’s whole body stiffened, then went limp, his long legs falling away from Cobson’s hips. His final breath was a whispered, satisfied sigh.
