The Family Jewels [7]
The snow begins to fall lightly from the sky, floating to the earth like soft, icy crystal feathers. Michel and Janie Halson look out their back door together and shoot each other a warm smile.
Snow means winter, and winter means vacation!
"I'll go ahead and call into work. Where do you want to go this year, Baby? Anywhere you want," Michel says, smiling and bringing his cell from him jeans pocket.
"We did Hawaii last year. How about something a bit more... exotic, but at the same time, comfortable?"
"Like Florida?"
"I said exotic, not full of Disney creatures," Janie laughs, darting to her laptop on the dining room table, searching for popular vacationing places.
Janie smiles as she scrolls down the list. The possibilities are amazing. She could go canoeing in Colorado at the Shadow Mountain Lake; maybe take a gorgeous hike in Utah at Angel's Landing in the Zion.
"Huh... I thought you wanted exotic?" Michel chuckles, "We can do those things whenever we want."
"I'm just looking. I can't really decide. I want to do so many things," Janie laughs, covering her face shyly, feeling clumsy with her choices.
"How about something rugged? Something kinda badass," Michel scrolls down with Janie's mouse, "Ah, yeah, here! The Outback!"
"It looks plain, Mich... besides, Australia's got so many dangerous creatures according to what people say."
"Sure, but all the more interesting photos for our Christmas card this year, right? Besides, I won't let anything getcha."
"Promise?" Janie laughs, hugging Michel's arm. Michel smiles, "of course. So... Australia?"
Janie nods, "The Outback! I'll tell Ma!"
"She's not coming with us again..." Michel says, whining a little.
Janie packs her bags, grinning the whole time. She remembers the images she saw on the internet. It's gonna be so cool! Camping is always fun, too. Beats snow, hah!
_ _ Michel comes into the room, only a towel around his waist, speaking into his cellphone.
"Yeah, most of this month, actually. No, we won't be back by then... can have Danny stand in for me. Yeah? Okay, that works too! Great. We'll be back probably around... well, before Christmas for sure."
"I did the math. We'll probably be back around the third or forth if we leave in a few days," Janie whispers.
Michel nods at her, "Wife says we might be home 'round the third or fourth. Yeah... okay then. Fantastic, that works out fine. Alright, thanks, Tom! See ya."
Michel hangs up his phone and tosses it on the bed, watching his wife fold clothes into a suitcase.
"Excited?"
"Of course! I'm making sure to pack extra sunscreen. I hear it can be pretty hot out there," Janie smiles.
"Perfect. And I'll get our sleeping bags packed into the car and a cooler. We'll have to stop at the store and get some bottles of water - that's no problem," Michel plans aloud, "Or maybe just one big jug of water..."
"We'll be fine. Let's just get enough to last us the week, okay? That's how long we plan to stay, right?" Janie said, closing and clasping her suitcase shut.
"I guess. Still, don't want to have to ration the water all the time. Oh, shit... we'll need tents, too."
The next day, Michel and Janie finish packing the last of their bags in the back of their car, and take the long drive to the Los Angeles airport.
Having their car parked and stored, their bags and cases are slung over Michel's and Janie's shoulders and rolling along behind them all the way to one of many desks.
A nice flight registry lady is smiling at Janie and Michel, "Welcome to the L.A. airport, how could I help you?" her voice seems overly-eager to help, and very spry.
The two register and schedule their flight for Australia and sit almost impatiently for their flight to begin boarding.
"This is exciting! Though, the pictures I saw look like The Outback will be... rather plain," says Janie, checking her makeup in her compact mirror.
"Plain, maybe... but that's for us to change, right? Besides, I have a few ideas in mind for us. I brought extra batteries for the cameras, I packed memory cards for them, too. And I've even got something else planned.
Janie and Michel sit for six hours, waiting and jabbering about their plans. Finally, their flight is called at 3:45 PM. They're expected to arrive overnight, riding first class the entire way.
Janie and Michel board the plane and head straight to their seats in first class. It doesn't look much different than middle or third, but the seats seem more posh, a bit wider, and more food room.
"Ooh, this brings back memories, Honey," Janie smiles, "Remember our trip to Hawaii? The food on this flight was amazing. And my feet didn't fall asleep," she laughs.
"Yeah, and the towel thing they do, classy," Michel laughs as he and his wife take their seats, in the same row, next to each other.
A flight attendant walks by, her uniform heels tapping softly on the lush runner carpet.
"Are you getting settled in alright, Miss? Sir?"
"Oh, we're just fine, thanks," Michel smiles while Janie nods.
"Great. Let me know if you need anything; just press the call button above you and I or another attendant will come right away, okay? Can I get you anything to eat or drink?"
"Some ginger ale would be nice," Janie says. "Same here, please!" Michel says, nodding.
The flight attendant smiles and nods once traveling the rest of the isle.
Janie opens her eyes to a view of many, many city lights from a cloudless night sky. She smiles as she turns her head to her husband, who is looking over paper work.
"Hey," Janie says, "no workin'. This is is a vacation, mister."
Michel smiles, "Technically we aren't there yet. Besides, my mind is a little antsy. The movie on here isn't really holding my attention."
"Well, let's talk then."
"Okay," Michel puts his paperwork on his lap and folds his hands on his belly, "about what?"
"What we'll do! I mean, sure there isn't much to do out in The Outback, but..."
"What? That's not true at all! There's quite a few things we can do. We can go to Uluru and tell all our buddies that we actually got to see the second largest monolith in the world... after Western Australia's Mt. Augustus, of course, but hey," Michel grins, stretching out his legs in his seat, slouching backwards.
"A rock, Mich?" Janie scowls.
"Or... bear with me..." Michel says, sitting upright again, "or, we can visit Alice Springs, huh? It's basically a little town in The Outback with self-guided tours, special festivals once in a while... they have a pretty cool desert park, too. We could camp there."
"I guess. Parks are always nice," Janie says, relaxing her tone, "Will it be like Yellowstone?"
"Maybe... except a bit more exotic."
"Never seen a kangaroo before," says Janie, resting her head back, closing her eyes.
"Well, soon you will. It'll be awesome!"
A day and many hours pass, leaving Michel and Janie all set up in their tent. Michel unpacks a large cooler from the back of a truck, along with the rest of the equipment. He and Janie set up camp, and before they know it, they're ready to begin exploring.
"So, what'll we do? Take a look around, first?" Janie asks, her camera hanging around her neck as she applies sunscreen to her bare legs, arms, neck, and face.
"Yep! There's a lot of wildlife around here, and I kinda wanna see what they are."
"I'm excited. I've never seen a kangaroo!" Janie says, hopping in place slightly, her cheeks red with glee.
"Well, maybe not right away, haha. I'm kind of having some jet-lag. Let's rest in the tent a little bit. You look tired, too," Michel says, opening the entrance flap of the tent.
As Michel steps into the tent, he notices a frog right away, sitting in one spot, not really moving or doing much of anything. Huh, how'd he get in here so fast?
_ _ Michel takes a closer look and notices that he's got a worm sticking out of his mouth. Hah... little bugger. Michel scoots the frog with his shoe out of the tent, and lazily, its body flops out of the tent and eventually hops away.
The night is silent. As Janie and Michel settle into their sleeping bags after a day of hikes and tourist photography, Michel looks over to his beautiful blonde wife.
"So, wanna get right to sleep or... maybe have a little fun?"
"Michie," Janie giggles, "Here? There's another campsite not to far from us, they'll hear us!"
"Not if we're quiet... or... something else."
Janie sits up in her sleeping bag and grins at Michel, "What do you mean something?"
"Well," Michel sits up as well, reaching over to a duffel bag to his left and digging out the velvet box. Janie sees, and notices right away what the box contains.
"You brought them? Ugh, you pig!" Janie scolds.
"I was thinking more... frog."
"F-frog? What?"
Michel grins as he explains, "I saw a frog in here earlier and that sort of made me think... some couples get pretty excited over this... predator and prey stuff."
"So, what... I'll be a bug and you'll be some kind of frog?"
"Well..." Michel says shyly, "Kind of... I mean you can imagine us having better communication - you remember the horses..."
"Mich... well... I did want an exotic vacation."
"Heh, I mean if you don't want to... unless you'd rather turn into a chicken..."
"Seriously?" Janie laughs, snagging the box and laughing, "You're my husband... and we've done weirder! Let's try it. It's a vacation!"
Michel slips on his ring, concentrating on being able to communicate with Janie first and foremost without much effort - he then visualizes himself as a Leaf Green Tree Frog - a rather cute amphibian with shining green skin, coated with a very thin, not-too-wet layer of mucus with detailed black and yellow spots on his sides. But, I mean... I want a dick... so I need that. Maybe almost a mini-anthro frog. Kind of... but not bipedal.
Janie, at the same time envisions herself - rather jokingly - as an earthworm - long and thick, slimy and rather plain. She grins as she imagines her eyeless body, her fleshy, pink skin, and giggles when she imagines the confusion on Michel's face, not knowing which end is which.
Michel finds himself smaller, his vision rather dome-like and almost tunnel. He feels a lump in his throat, beckoning him to croak. His legs feel jittery, and once he feels the jitter, he finds himself hopping and crawling about, stretching his curled up legs and gripping the base of the tent with his sticky-toed webbed feet.
Janie giggles in her mind as she becomes her exact vision: Janie becomes a wiggling, fat, shiny earthworm.
"There, how's that for exotic, Michie?" Janie laughs in her mind to Michel.
"What?" Michel responds, "How the hell are we supposed to get kinky when you're a... worm... fuck... eh, Janie..."
"What's the matter? Worm got your tongue?"
_ "Uh... no... I'm just really hungry. I'm a frog... you're a worm. I just... I'm afraid I'll eat you."_
_ "I trust you, Michie. But... if you really were going to eat me... you'd have to actually dominate me first, and you can't, because you're a silly little frog, hehe!"_ Janie teases, her segmented body excreting wet, digested lines of soil from her behind.
"You know? I just might then," Michel says, crawling his way over to Janie, who is helpless and blind, mounting over her and feeling his cloaca grow larger, looking much like a human's penis.
"Michel, really? But... how do you know where to... egh!" Janie's thoughts are interrupted by the sudden thrust of Michel's force. Michel finds his way to Janie's mouth and begins thrusting hard, feeling pleasure throughout his small, amphibian body.
Janie feels it too. Inside, she's moaning and tasting his flesh as it glides in and out of her tiny mouth, feeling Michel's humanoid balls tapping against where her chin would be.
"Even as a frog you taste amazing, this is turning me on! Miche... fuck me! I don't care where.... Fuck me in the other end."
_ _ Michel doesn't hesitate. Croaking, he leaps off Janie's face and immediately begins thrusting his massive cloaca into her anus. He clings around her fat wormy body and releases high-pitched chirrups of pleasure, releasing a hot, sticky load of cum in Janie's wormy frame.
"Fuck yeah! God, this feels so good! Shit, you're tight, Janie! Mgh... yes... ugh, I can't get enough!"
"I can taste you... I can taste you in my mouth Mich-uughck!"
_ _ Janie moans in pleasure as she feels and tastes Michel's cum rushing out of her mouth and onto the tent's base. It's painless, but leaves a salty flavor in her mouth.
"I want you to eat it... eat it, baby, eat my cum!"
_ "Michie, you're so dirty!"_ Janie says as she wiggles her long, fat frame off of Michel's shaft, nibbling and sipping through the line of cum, only to have it pass through her body.
Michel croaks, crawling his way to Janie's mouth again, thrusting his still-erect cloaca back into her mouth. He can feel Janie's wormy body convulsing in a strange pleasure beneath him. He opens his mouth and moves his tongue to the end of Janie's sprawled out body, licking her other end, sliding his tongue in and out of her.
"God, Michel! Oh, God! I feel like... oh, God yes! I'm going to cum... I'm going...t-to... Oh... faster!"
Michel thrusts faster and licks faster, thrusting both his tongue and cloaca faster and harder in and out of his earthworm wife. His eyes close slowly as he feels a wave of hot, wet liquid coating his sticky tongue at the very same time he cums again inside her.
"Wow... God, wow! Hmm... I'm not quite done, and by the looks of things, you aren't either," says Janie, inching and slithering her way up to her aroused amphibian husband, "You just sit back, baby... and let me work."
_ _ Michel lays on his back, his fat, froggy belly protruding from him, and his large, leaning shaft, dripping with cum, stands tall as Janie coils her wormy body around it. She pulsates her body gently, stroking him by slithering her body up and down his shaft, feeling his veiny rod all over her body.
Michel's croaks and shrill chirrups tell Janie that he enjoys what he feels, and she decides to slither a little faster, squeezing around him just a little harder.
Janie must have done something just right, because Michel's next load is thick and hot, and excessive.
"Oh my God! Janie! Gah--yes! Agh, yes, baby! I... I don't think I've ever cum this hard! Sh-shit! My body feels... oh man..."
_ _ Michel pants as he lays on his back, his long tongue poking from the side of his mouth. Janie slithers off of her husband, his thick, sticky, hot cum coating her entire body.
Michel and Janie lay together in their tent, putting the earrings and ring away.
"I... think that was pretty exotic," Janie says, giggling, "I think I kind of like frogs a little more now."
"Damn... no matter what shape you're in, baby, you really know how to rock my world. You have talent!"
"Aw, stop it!" Janie laughs, kissing her husband lovingly on the lips.
"Come on... let's get some rest. We've got a bunch of stuff to see and only a week to do it. And... if you're good on the tour tomorrow, maybe I'll let you be the frog."