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The Princess & the Frog

A Warped Fairy Tale

By William W. Kelso

Princess Cecelia was bored; bored, bored, BORED!! She slapped the lady in waiting who was trying to brush her hair, and snapped,

"You're combing too hard, you stupid cow!"

"Sorry, Your Highness," the woman replied respectfully, her cheek red from the blow.

"Oh, GET OUT, all of you!" Cecelia finally yelled, "I'll do it myself! Useless morons!!"

As the last attendant gently closed the door behind them Cecelia threw a large heavy perfume bottle, which shattered against the door. The five ladies just looked at one another with resigned expressions when they heard the sound of the bottle hitting the door. 'Bitch' one of them muttered, and no one disagreed.

Cecelia picked up the comb and finished combing out her long golden tresses, and looking in the mirror pouted. She knew she was beautiful; as a princess should be, but was never satisfied. She'd have to try a new hairdresser; she was getting tired of the old one. Opening a small jewelry box she picked through the small fortune in gold, silver, and gem encrusted jewelry it contained, and finally settled on a large blue sapphire pendant set in gold rimmed with diamonds and suspended from a heavy gold chain. It was one of her favorite 'casual' wear pieces, but she'd have to get daddy to let her go shopping again soon. She wanted some new stuff; and what she wanted, she got. Daddy had been such a pushover since the Queen had died, there was nothing he wouldn't do for his little girl, and she knew it. In short, she was spoiled rotten, and knew that too, not that it bothered her. She was a princess, princess's were supposed to be spoiled rotten.

Finally she was satisfied with her appearance, and getting up she went to the door, being careful not to step on the fragments from the broken perfume bottle, and opening it said to her ladies in waiting as they all curtsied,

"Have someone clean up this mess, and I want the smell gone by the time I return."

"Yes, Milady." The ladies all chorused, and then fell in behind the princess as she swept through the room. Some poor maid would get the blame for the broken bottle of expensive perfume, but the princess didn't care if some peasant was beaten, or thrown out on their ear. No concern of hers, there were always plenty more.

Cecelia paid little attention to the house servants and minor nobility that bowed or curtsied to her as she walked through the halls towards the audience chamber, but had they not bowed low enough or curtsied deeply enough she would have noticed, and had their 'oversight' corrected by one of the guards accompanying her small party. She made sure she got the respect she deserved as a princess of the realm, who would one day be Queen. She smiled as she thought about that, boy would she make some changes!

"My dear!" The King said, rising from the throne with a smile on his face as she swept into the audience chamber.

Cecelia endured the usual morning kiss on each check from daddy, and then settled onto the smaller throne next to his. He was receiving some high ranking nobles from a neighboring kingdom, including one of their princes who was supposed to be petitioning for permission to court her. Well, she'd just see about that!

As the King graciously greeted the various dignitaries Cecelia behaved herself at first, simpering and politely acknowledging their equally polite; and horribly boring, greetings and introductions. She could act the airheaded little noble girl when she wanted. But when the prince approached she narrowed her eyes; time for some fun.

He was good looking, in a rather plain way, and his attire was certainly impressive enough as he was wearing court armor and full dress. As he knelt to greet the King she made a sniffing sound like she smelled something stinky, and said,

"Good Heavens, someone has treaded in something nasty!" Then she tried to keep from giggling as everyone embarrassingly checked the bottoms of their shoes. When nothing was found, the ceremony continued. The ladies in waiting rolled their eyes; they knew what was going on all too well.

As Prince Rupert was describing why he was qualified to ask for permission to court the princess she yawned and pretended to be bored, and when he bowed and kissed the back of her hand she made a 'Ewww' face, and wiped her hand on her skirt when he was through, making sure he saw her do it. He kept his face blank, but his cheeks reddened nicely. Then; the little ceremony over, it was time for lunch. Once she and daddy were alone; except for a few servants who didn't count, she got ready for what she knew was coming.

"Cecelia," the King said in an exasperated voice, "why do you have to act like that every time a nice young man asks for permission to court you! Prince Rupert is from a very rich and powerful kingdom, and is an accomplished knight!"

"Oh, poo!" Cecelia pouted, "He smells like a horse, and looks like a toad!"

"No he doesn't," the King replied, "he's a handsome young fellow!"

"If you're a girl toad." Cecelia said, picking at her food listlessly.

The King sighed, and said, "My child, I'm not young you know, and when I die you'll need a strong man to help you run the Kingdom. Why can't you see that?"

Cecelia got up, and bending over she gave the King a kiss on his head, and said, "I know daddy, I just don't like any of them! I want a REAL prince to come along and whisk me away to his kingdom!"

"They ARE real princes!" The King said, "You've been reading too many of those damn fairy tales! Real life is NOT like that, even for a princess!" And it's not my fault all the available princes look like toads, he thought silently.

"Well, I'll pick my own prince!" Cecelia said as she sat back down.

"No, you'll pick from among those that are available," the King said, "and you're not getting any younger, people are starting to talk. You'll end up as an old maid."

"Will NOT!" Cecelia pouted, "I'll be young and pretty forever!" Then she got up and left in a huff, her ladies following.

Damn fairy tales, the King thought.

When Cecelia was in a bad mood she liked to do the only thing that cheered her up, shopping! So she took her two current 'favorite' ladies in waiting (those unlucky enough to get stuck following her around the market); and two men-at-arms with her, and grabbing a sizeable bag of gold from the chest under her bed, set out to do just that. The fact she would miss several appointments didn't bother her in the least. Let them wait.

She wandered the market for awhile, the merchants scraping and bowing to her, anxious for some horribly overpriced trinket to catch her eye; the prices always went up when royalty was shopping, but though she carefully examined some of the finer pieces of jewelry and knick-knacks she didn't find anything that caught her eye, leaving many a very disappointed merchant in her wake. 'Bitch', more than one of them muttered after wasting so much time showing her one thing after another, but they made sure no one heard them.

Having visited all the shops and booths in the more prestigious section of the market square she moved towards the less reputable section, which rented booths by the hour to itinerant merchants and others such as entertainers and charlatans. She stopped to watch a puppet show for awhile, then growing bored, moved on. She almost missed the smaller booth sandwiched in-between two larger ones, but the occupant didn't miss her.

"Milady!" An old woman's feeble voice called out, "I have that which you most desire, and most deserve!"

Cecelia paused, then after looking around she finally spied the old shriveled up looking woman sitting behind the small grubby booth, and said, "Are you talking to ME?" People simply did NOT just address her out of the blue, especially not peasants. She was going to tell her men-at-arms to 'chastise' the old woman and put her in her place, when the old woman spoke again.

"Milady, I have that which you most desire, and that which you most deserve! Come and see!"

As the soldiers started forward Cecelia motioned for them to wait, and intrigued, she approached the old woman's booth. At least this might be interesting, and if the old woman didn't provide the entertainment she hoped she'd have the soldiers destroy her booth for wasting the princess's time. She'd done it before.

"Yes, yes, that's right my lovely!" The old woman cackled as Cecelia approached her booth. The old woman looked up at her, squinting, and drooled on herself as the princess regarded her. Gross, Cecelia thought.

"Well?" The Princess finally said.

"Well, what?" The old lady cackled, and picked something out of her nose and examined it closely.

Great, Cecelia thought, a nutter. "You said you had that which I most desired?"

"Oh, right!" The old woman said, "And most deserve! Got it right here!" And reaching under her booth she puttered around, muttered 'I know its here somewhere!', and finally lifted out a large object wrapped in a silk cloth embroidered in fancy symbols and astronomical signs, and set it down. "Here it is."

"What IS it?" Cecelia asked, no way was she touching it, it might be the old woman's snot rag.

"Uh, heck if I know." The woman said, "It's just what you desire; and deserve, the most."

"Well," Cecelia said, "If you don't know what it is, then how do you know it's what I desire and deserve the most?"

"Good question, dearie." the old woman said, "You're not as dumb as you look."

Cecelia sighed, yep, a nutter. "Guards!" She said.

"No, wait!" the old woman said as the guards moved forward, "It's magic! You have to unwrap it, I can't! It's something different for everybody, and it has to be done by the person for the spell to work!"

Magic? Cecelia thought, how interesting! She motioned the soldiers back again, and said,

"So, you're a witch then? That's...against the law, you know. We burn them around here."

The old woman shifted nervously, and said, "Never said I was a witch! And it's the only magic I have, I found it in an old, um, wizards abandoned castle. For fifty gold pieces you get whatever's in the bundle. It's how I make my living."

"Fifty gold pieces?" Cecelia laughed, "It had better really be whatever I desire the most for that kind of money!"

"And don't forget deserve, both for the price of one." The old woman said smugly, "Never had a dissatisfied customer yet."

Cecelia fidgeted; she'd been told to stay away from magic, but maybe a quick look wouldn't hurt...just a peek. "I don't know..." She said.

"Well, at least have a look," the old woman said, "if you don't like it, you don't have to buy it."

Cecelia shrugged, and thought, oh well, can't hurt. Reaching over she unfolded the satin cover, and it revealed a...book. The cover was red leather with a full multi-color embossed dragon on the front, the border covered in patterns of gold gilt, the thick pages also edged in gold.

"Wow," said the old woman, "that's a pretty book!"

Cecelia didn't say anything, she just flipped the cover, and each thick vellum page looked like it had been hand scripted and the color plates were works of art. It was a book of Fairy Tales! She recognized most of them, but she'd never seen such a beautifully bound or illustrated volume before. She wasn't much on books, but Fairy Tales were different, especially with nice pictures!

"Well, whadaya think?" The old woman asked.

"I'll take it." Cecelia said, still staring at each new page spellbound as she slowly flipped them over.

"Thought so," the woman said smugly, "they always do."

Cecelia tucked the large heavy book under her arm, and gestured for one of her ladies to pay the happily cackling old woman, and decided not to have her guards trash the booth after all. She just wanted to get back to the castle so she could examine her newest purchase more closely.

Cecelia was so enthralled by her new book that she had dinner brought to her room instead of joining the King and his dinner guests, having one of her ladies to tell them she was 'indisposed'. It didn't bother her that she was missing a dinner mostly in her honor, and in order to get to 'know' Prince Rupert better. Far as she was concerned she hoped he choked on an olive or something, or got the flux. She had no interest in him anyway; his northern kingdom would be like living in a frozen sewer. She'd much rather spend her time looking through the amazing book.

To her delight the stories were simplified versions of most of the Fairy Tales she already knew, but there were a few new ones as well. She flipped through the ones she already knew, but read the ones she didn't, and then came to the last story in the book. It was one of her favorites, 'The Princess and the Frog'. She'd loved it ever since she was a little girl, and had fantasized about finding a handsome prince who'd been turned into a frog, and using her kiss to set him free. Then of course he made her his Queen in a lovely kingdom far away, where they lived happily ever after. But so far all the princes she'd met had reminded her more of toads, and she didn't want to kiss ANY of them. They were all either great stupid lumps and/or posing macho types that turned her off. She was NOT turned on by idiots who liked to beat the crap out of one another with maces and fall off horses.

Finishing the last story; sighing as she looked at a beautifully done picture of the prince and princess kissing, and closing the book she started to put in on a shelf with her other more treasured books. As she did she felt something shift and move inside the back cover. Curious she set the book back on the table, and opened it to the last page. Finding the vellum was sticking she used a long hairpin to loosen it, and to her delight found a small compartment! There was a folded piece of parchment tucked into it, and in it was a gold necklace with a frog shaped pendant carved from some sort of dark green stone that looked like it might be emerald! She took it out and looked at it, and the detail was amazing. This alone was worth more then fifty gold pieces, stupid old woman! Noticing there was writing on the parchment, she read,

'This will lead you to that which you most desire, and most deserve. Hold the pendant in your hand, and it will point the way.'

Oh what fun, Cecelia thought! What would it lead her too? A great treasure, more nice books? A unicorn?? She could hardly wait to give it a try! But it was too late tonight, and she certainly didn't want to go stumbling around in the dark no matter what she found, but she also knew she wouldn't be getting much sleep either. So, might as well pass the night enjoyably. Going to the door to her private suite, she stuck her head out and told one the ladies who had 'night duty' to send for "a hot chocolate". That was her code name for the boy or man was sharing her bed at the present time. For now it was a big strapping stable boy who seemed to have learned his sexual techniques from the horses he took care of, but he was as insatiable as she was. He might be dumb as a brick, but was a great fuck. She was getting tired of him though, and would have to find a new bed warmer in the near future. But he'd do for tonight, thinking about what she might find as she looked for 'what she desired, and deserved, the most' had made her horny.

As the stable boy mounted her from behind and began fucking her with a fast powerful rhythm Cecelia gave a grunt of pleasure. He really was quite good in bed, and she enjoyed being taken more like a mare then a woman sometimes; for a human stallion he was quite well endowed which made it even nicer. What was his name, anyway? Bob or Rob, or something like that. She gave another grunt of pleasure when he sped up his thrusts, and knew he'd be cumming soon. That was OK; it took him forever to drain his balls, and later she'd tie him up and give him a little lesson in extreme orgasm denial before he ran dry. It would be so much fun; for her, she'd draw it out for hours. She knew her father would probably be shocked at her nocturnal 'trysts', but on second thought, maybe not? Ever since mommy had died he certainly hadn't been abstinent himself, everyone knew about the maids; and daughters and wives, of some of the more prosperous merchants. She wouldn't be surprised if she had a few half brothers and sisters running around. As the stable boy finally orgasmed, grunting as he ejaculated, Cecelia gave a satisfied squeal as she had her own orgasm. Yes, he was a good fuck, and they were only just getting started.

Cecelia woke up with a big yawn, and smiled as she stretched, her large firm breasts jutting. She'd kicked the stable boy out of her bed a couple of hours ago; or more correctly untied him and let him go, and was surprised she'd actually gotten a couple of hours of good sleep. In fact she felt great, and the carved emerald frog nestled between her nicely jutting breasts felt warm. Maybe that had something to do with it, she thought, after all it was magic. And today was the day she'd get what she most desired, and deserved!

After a quick breakfast Cecelia impatiently called for her favorite horse to made ready. But this was just a ploy; she wanted to find her 'treasure' on her own, so needed to give the ladies in waiting; and her ever present bodyguards, the slip. So she told them to meet her at the stable at a certain time, and putting on some very plain clothes she'd stolen from the maid's pantry she used a secret passage to leave her quarters, and then left through the kitchens; no one paying her any attention as maids came and went constantly. Then once she was outside she slipped out of the castles grounds through a well hidden postern gate in the Royal Gardens.

Once outside the castle grounds she did as the instructions had indicated, and put the emerald frog in her palm, and to her delight it moved of its own accord, its head stopping and pointing towards the woods. After a quick look around to make sure no one had seen her, she quickly disappeared into the dense woods.

After about an hour Cecelia was having second thoughts. She wasn't used to walking, anytime she left the castle it was always in a coach or on horseback, and the ground was also harder than the carpets lining most of the castle's hallways and chambers. So her feet were getting sore. She checked the frog every few minutes, adjusting her path to whichever way it pointed. But as she stood there a sudden frightening thought occurred to her, what way was back? She had not the slightest clue as to where she was. After thinking for awhile she finally decided to keep following the directions the little emerald frog gave her, after all, it couldn't be that much farther! Could it?

Time seemed to be passing slowly; even though it felt like she'd been walking for hours, then the terrain began to slope downhill, and soon it became swampy. Not so much the open reeds and grass kind, but more of a drowned woods kind. She was starting to get mad now; her shoes and the hem of her dress were getting soaked. Not that she cared about the maids clothes, but her shoes were expensive silk ones! If she didn't find what she'd been promised soon she'd find her way back to the castle, and have that crazy old lady burnt at the stake, witch or not! She pushed through some mostly dead bushes, and suddenly found herself in a small clearing. Wiping her sweaty brow with a large silk hanky, she looked around, but wasn't very impressed.

The clearing had a fairly large; but shallow looking, pond in it with a small island in the center. The water was clear, but stagnant, and as she walked around the shore several frogs leaped into the water with soft splashes, but otherwise it was quiet. Reaching the other side she kept on going, but the next time she checked her direction with the emerald frog it was pointing behind her! She changed direction a couple of times, but it kept pointing back towards the clearing with the pond. So she made her way back there, and stood on the muddy shore looking around in confusion. THIS was what she 'desired and deserved' the most?? A slimy stagnant pond in the middle of a swamp?? She was SO going to have that old lady tortured first, THEN burned! Then her eyes narrowed as she took a closer look at the small island in the center of the pond, there was something on it! A large rock, or...? Maybe the treasure was buried under it! A big chest of gems, or a book of magic spells!! Well, only one way to find out. She thought about taking her shoes off, but since they were ruined now she decided to keep them on. She didn't want to wade through the nasty mud and slimy water in her bare feet. She did take most of her clothes off though; except for a fairly scanty silk shift, leaving the maids outfit hanging on a convenient bush. Going almost naked was kind of a thrill too; she'd never been this 'exposed' out of doors before, and wearing about ten layers of clothing most of the time was a bother anyway, not to mention very hot. That was one thing she envied the servants and peasants, their clothes made so much more sense.

Using a sturdy stick to poke ahead of her; she doubted there was any quicksand, but you never knew, so better to take precautions, she slowly waded out to the island. The warm water was never more than thigh deep, much to her relief as she didn't know how to swim. Clambering up on the rather soggy and muddy island she examined the large stone in the center with interest. It was obviously something that didn't really belong there as it was crudely carved into a shape not unlike a chair or throne. From the size it looked like it was for a small child though. She felt her pulse rate increase, maybe it was for an elf! And there was an elf treasure underneath it! She stuck the stick under the edge, and just as she started trying to move the stone throne out of the way the biggest frog she'd ever seen hopped out of some tall grass, and climbed up onto the throne! Then it just squatted there, looking at her with its big bulging eyes!

"Get OFF!" Cecelia yelled, taking a swipe with her stick, and the frog gave a startled "Reeb!" and agilely hopped out of the way. Then it hopped around the island as she chased after it, swatting at it with the stick. Finally she gave up, and leaning against the stick, took a break, breathing heavily. Man; that was one fast frog! The frog also seemed to be glad for the break, and hopped back up on the stone throne, and looked at her in the emotionless manner of frogs. Taking a final deep breath, Cecelia straightened up, and moving towards the stone again she raised her stick, and then almost fell down in shock when the frog said,

"Breep, Lady, what IS your problem?"

"You can TALK?" Cecelia gasped, leaning against the stick again.

"You can UNDERSTAND me? GARONK!" The frog replied, sitting up straighter, and for the first time seemed to actually show an emotion on its features, it looked as shocked as she was.

Suddenly Cecelia thought she understood! Oh my God, she thought, it's like in the Fairy Tale! The 'Princess and the Frog'!! She'd always wanted to find a handsome prince to carry her away to his fairy kingdom after she saved him from a horrible curse! That HAD to be it!! This was what she most desired, and deserved! She'd kiss him, he'd turn into a handsome prince, and they'd live happily ever after in his fairy tale kingdom!! HE was the treasure!! With a beaming smile she walked towards the large frog; he was huge, and bending over started to purse he lips. To her surprise the frog gave an 'Eeerrpp!' and hoped off the throne!

"Lady," the frog said, "what is, rib-bit, your problem? I do NOT bend that way!"

Surprised, and a little put off, Cecelia said, "What's the matter, don't you want me to kiss you? I'm a princess; don't you want me to be your queen?"

The frog hopped back up on the throne, and looking up at her said, "Let me get this striaght, you WANT to kiss me, and be MY queen?"

"Well, you ARE a prince, aren't you?" Cecelia replied, "So I'd have to kiss you in order to be your queen, right?"

"Well, yeah." The frog said, "But this is all kind of, well, sudden. I mean, we just met. Don't you want to get to know one another better, talk this over? Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered and everything."

"NO!" Cecelia said, swatting at a swarm of persistent mosquitoes, "I'm HOT and SWEATY, and want what I desire and deserve the most RIGHT NOW!"

The frog blinked and crouched a little; ready to hop away again if she lifted up the stick, as she had her little tantrum. It blinked again, then said, "Well, OK, if that's what you really want. It will be nice having a Queen, and you are pretty, for a human."

"Oh, good!" Cecelia said. Dropping the stick she knelt down in front of the frog, and leaning over pursed her lips. Eww; she thought, as the frog did the same. It looked so...slimy! But just one kiss; she reminded herself as she felt her revulsion rising, and then I'll have what I've always desired, and deserved, more than anything! As she pressed her lips to the frogs snout he reached up with his front legs and grabbed her head, and she squealed as his tongue slid into her mouth! Ewwww, gross!! She struggled, but couldn't get him to let go, he was really strong, for a frog! He kept kissing her for the longest time, his tongue sliding around in her mouth, but then suddenly he let her go, and running his long tongue over his snout and eyes, gave a happy "Breeep!"

Coughing and gagging, Cecelia stood up, and screamed, "What the HELL was that? NO TONGUE, DAMN IT!"

"Sorry," the frog said, "got a little carried away; gronk, you're a great kisser!"

Well, Cecelia thought, at least that nasty chore is over with. Expectantly she watched the frog, who looked back with that emotionless expression again. Any time now, any time!! The frog blinked, then its tongue lashed out and grabbed a passing dragonfly, and it happily munched its treat. Yuck, Cecelia thought, how long will this take anyway, and God, it's getting hotter! Suddenly she felt the emerald frog hanging between her breasts squirm, and it began to tingle! With a yelp she reached up tried to pull it off, but while the chain came free the frog had become stuck to her chest! And it was digging into her skin, burrowing under it!! It was ALIVE!! With a shriek she clawed at it, but it slipped under her skin and disappeared, leaving not even a wound! She could see a little bulge moving down between her breasts, then it seemed to disappear.

"What the FUCK!?!" Cecelia screeched at the top of her lungs as the tingling began to spread to her whole body!

The frog gave a startled "Greeepp! Bloody Hell!", and hopped behind the throne, were it was safer, then peeked around a corner and watched as his visitor proceeded to freak out.

The tingling had become an almost pleasurable warmth as it spread and intensified, and Cecelia felt like she was burning up with a high fever. Reaching up to wipe sweat off her forehead, she froze in shock when she saw her hand; and the webs of skin that had formed between her fingers! GREEN webs, and the green coloring was spreading from her hands and moving up her arms! And as she pulled her hand away from her forehead it had a large clump of hair stuck to the sticky surface!

"NO, NOOOO!" Cecelia screamed, "What's happening!?! This isn't right!!"

Suddenly she felt her legs spasm, and with a gasp fell over onto her hands, then managed to stagger back upright. She had to get out of here, find help! She tried to walk, but her shoes were really hurting her feet now, so she kicked them off, sobbing when her now much longer toes unfolded, webs of skin between them. When another, more painful, spasm racked her legs she squatted and groaned, and reaching up wiped some more clumps of hair that had gotten stuck to her face away. Oh my God, she realized, I'm turning into a FROG! This isn't the way it's supposed to happen!! She squealed as her large breasts began to shrink, the skin on her belly and chests turning a dirty yellowish color as it became soft and spongy, the back of her arms now dark green, slick and rubbery. She looked at the frog; who had hopped back up on the throne, and was watching with an...interested expression.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!?!" She screamed, "THIS ISN'T RIGHT!"

"What the heck are you talking about?" The frog replied, clearly confused.

Cecelia gasped as her chest suddenly began to swell and her hips collapsed into a narrower configuration, arms shortening and dwindling, and then groaned as her head softened, becoming malleable as it began to expand and merge with her shoulders, and it felt like her mouth was splitting at the corners, and she ran her tongue over soft toothless gums.

"NOOOO! URPP, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO, ERRPPP, CHANGE, NOT ME!!" She yelled and gurgled, soft throat pulsing, body convulsing, changing, legs swelling and become more muscular. "STOOPPP ITT!! URK-GARUNK!"

"News to me." the frog said.

Cecelia squealed as she felt an irresistible pressure growing behind her eyes, and suddenly first one, then the other, bulged out of her head, and she found she could see in a 360 degree arc around her all of a sudden. She couldn't see her legs or back because of the silk shift, but what she saw of her head and arms confirmed her horrified suspicions, she was indeed well on the way to becoming a large, green, slimy, gross, FROG!

"B-But you're an enchanted prince, GRREEPP!" Cecelia grunted, "My kiss is supposed to return you to your human, garuummpp, form! I'M not supposed to, GARONK, CHANGE!!! You are! CROAK! Oh God!"

"Well, I AM a prince, prince of the frogs," the frog said, "but I've never been a human, the very idea is disgusting!"

"You LIED to me! RIBBIT!" Cecelia said, her body shuddering as the changes continued towards their conclusion.

"I most certainly did NOT!" the frog said in a huff, "You're the one that wanted a kiss! And as for you changing into a frog, well, I'm just as surprised as you are. I just thought you were some nut with a weird fetish for kissing amphibians. Not that I minded though, it was one heck of a kiss."

"B-BUT...I-I don't WANT to be a FROG!! BREEP!" Cecelia started to say, then gave a loud croak as the warm tingling settled into her belly, and she felt it swell and a strange; but very pleasurable, feeling formed at the junction of her legs. Then suddenly she began to shrink! She gave a cry of distress as the wet silk shift; soggy from water and the slime her body had sweated during the change, slid over her head. Desperately she begin struggling as the material became heavier, pinning her down. Got to get loose!! "Help me, I can't breathe! P-Please!" She peeped, terrified as the silk became heavier and heavier, pinning her down.

As she struggled with the heavy silk, Cecelia felt someone tugging and pulling on it, and it slid over her body until suddenly she saw an opening, and squirmed through it with a relieved groan as she found herself free. Then she squatted; that seemed to be all she could do, and looked at herself. Oh God, she thought, I really AM a frog! All over! She blinked her eyes; a really weird feeling as they sank into her head almost all the way, as she examined her new, horrible, body. Everywhere she looked was dark green slick slimy looking rubbery skin; with spots on her back, except on her underside which was a lighter yellowish-green color, the skin doughy and soft. She was smaller too, but not all that much.

"M-My skin is burning, greep!" Cecelia said; and it felt itchy too.

"You're dehydrating," the other frog said, "you need to get in the water and out of the sun."

Dazed, Cecelia realized the idea of water sounded lovely, so she began to slowly make her way over the muddy grass towards the nearby pond, her efforts to stand up meeting with failure. Oh God, she thought, I'm a FAT frog! She felt bloated, like she was going to pop. Reaching the water she slid in with a relieved "Greeep, chirrup!" Oh yes, much better! The warm stagnant water felt so good to her dry itchy skin! She ducked her head, then let herself kind of float, head just above the surface.

"You OK, feel better?" The other frog asked, rubbing his snout against hers, obvious concern in his voice.

"Y-Yes, thank you for helping me, I couldn't breathe." Cecelia replied. She liked the way he was rubbing against her, it felt nice. And he didn't look so gross and slimy anymore, in fact, he was something of a hunk. She shuddered a little as his slick skin rubbed against hers again, and realized she didn't want to be alone, not like this! But this was SO wrong! "I-I've got to get back to the castle, get someone to help me!" Cecelia said, rubbing her own snout against the other frogs. My, that does feel nice, he's so smooth!

"Greep," the other frog said, "wouldn't do any good, no one could understand you, and more than likely they'd just eat you."

"But I understand you!" Cecelia croaked, "And why would they want to EAT me?"

"Well, you ARE a frog now, a very pretty one," the other frog said; and she was rather pleased he thought she was pretty, "and as for before, well, that pretty much blew my mind. You're the first human who ever talked to me before, much less understood me. As for eating us, well, we're a lot bigger than normal frogs, that's why they call us the 'Royal Frogs', and so our legs are much larger and meatier then our smaller subjects. They hunt us so much we're rare now, you're the first other Royal Frog I've seen in a couple of years."

"But if you're not a prince; I mean an enchanted one, then why did I turn into a frog after we kissed?" Cecelia asked, her long tongue licking out to clean her eyes and snout without her even noticing it.

"No idea, not the foggiest" the frog said as he slid into the water next to her, "but I guess the magic had to work one way or another, so since I was a frog prince, you became a frog princess. But now you'll be my Queen, and I'll finally be King." Then with a quick kick of his legs he slid onto her back, and grabbed her with his front legs, holding her tightly.

"Breeep!" Cecelia said, "W-What are you doing! I-I, don't, ohhh, GRONK!"

"It's breeding season," the frog said in a deeper sounding voice as he began to move against her, stimulating her. "and you're ready for me, so I'm making you my Queen. You're so very beautiful, your skin so slick and smooth!"

WHAT, BREEDING SEASON!?!?! Cecelia thought, even as she grunted in pleasure as she felt the most wonderful feeling growing between her splayed legs as he pushed between them. Oh God, NO! H-He's FUCKING ME!! NO! NOT WITH A...A FROG! BUT, OH GOD, WHAT WAS HE DOING TO HER!! It felt so GOOD! "NOO, S-STOP!" She squealed, she wanted to struggle, throw him off...but...OHHHH GOD!! She shuddered as he moved against her, could feel his throat pulsing against her sensitive skin, his front legs gripping her passionately, his fingers caressing her as they ground together!!! Oh, OHH, it felt so incredibly GOOD!! B-But..."S-STOP, GREEP!!"

"GARONK!" Cecelia squealed as she felt the building pressure in her nethers suddenly peak; and as his cool cum spurted into her she felt an incredibly pleasurable feeling as long ropy coils of mucus and roe were expelled through her genital slit. She could see her mate, his eyes closed tightly as he orgasmed, his mouth slightly open as he panted from his own intense ecstasy as they mated. As each egg passed out of her she felt small waves of intense ecstasy, it was like having hundreds of miniature orgasms in a row, and she squeezed and pushed, her mate stimulating her the whole time, and it was sheer sexual euphoria unlike anything she'd ever felt. Ohhhh GOD! "GaaaaRONK!"

Cecelia had no idea how long they remained joined; bodies trembling in mutual pleasure and incredible ecstasy, as he serviced her again and again. But finally; after one final drawn out coupling, he slid from her back to rest next to her in the shallow water, only their heads sticking above the surface. She could see the large gelatinous mass of eggs floating in the water behind her, part of her horrified, but another part very satisfied. He was a fine mate, big and strong, ands she was sure all her eggs had been fertilized.

"That was...wonderful." She finally said, and he gave her back a caress with one of his webbed hands as he rubbed against her affectionately.

"I've been so lonely for so long; I had give up hope of ever finding a mate" the frog said, "I still don't know what the hell happened, but I'm glad it did. I love you, my Queen. Our eggs will be strong and healthy; our tadpoles will save our race. This pond never dries up, even in winter, and mud is easy to burrow into when we hibernate, and it's so far into the woods no humans ever come here. We'll be so happy!"

Later; the frog sitting on his throne, Cecelia squatting beside it, she listened as the lesser frogs sang and called to one another, and paid their new Queen homage, her mates and her own louder calls sometimes joining in. She looked at him, his slick skin glistening in the moonlight, and realized he truly was a king, regal and impressive, and so handsome. Everything a Queen could want in a King, for she was now indeed a Queen, and would live out the rest of her life as a lowly frog, but for some reason that didn't bother her any more. She was sure of one thing though, she hoped the breeding season lasted a long time! It was the best sex she'd ever had, as a frog, OR a woman. And hopefully she might be able to get him interested OUT of season? Well, it would be fun to try!

As her mate gave a loud croak, his throat swelling in a most attractive way, she answered his love call to her with her own, and realized she was truly happy for the first time in her life, and that she truly loved him as much as he loved her. She called again, and realized as she accepted her new life, that she had indeed gotten exactly what she desired, and deserved, the most.

The End

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