The Complete Tale of The Frog King

---Preface---

The story given here in its totality, and many like it, have elsewhere been heavily abridged for the sake of decency, and for the honor of the princesses referred to throughout. With difficulty do such incomplete versions attempt to remain honest to the letter, while leaving so much of each tale untold, as to completely distort the events themselves, making them seem nothing more than silly fairy tales. Here at last, the events of The Frog King are presented in full.

It is advised that you learn the truth here first, before listening to the half-truths put forth in the common telling, if you are not unfortunate enough to have done so already. To study the truth behind a falseness already known, is rewarding and commendable, but it is an experience that can easily be repeated. Only by knowing the truth first, and then comparing with the deception, will you understand in whole, and at once, the meaning behind all that is commonly told, as well as all that is not told.

---Prologue---

Once upon a time there was a prince, eldest among his siblings, and in line to succeed his father, the king, in the rule of a very large kingdom. The prince was lacking in wit, and despite his looming regency, no princess in the kingdom, or in any nearby, would have him. Yet his needs were great, and he therefore stole into the cities disguised as a laborer, in search of whores to satisfy his lust. In this he was assisted by his faithful servant Henry who accompanied the prince in all he did. Faithful Henry, upon finding a recipient worthy of his master's gift, would arrange a meeting in a location best suited to the purpose. Now Henry was very fond of his master, and it was his habit to find buildings and places from which he could observe the ongoing proceedings.

For he could find no greater pleasure than to stroke his own cock in admiration of that of his fair prince. But fearing that the prince, were he to learn of his servant's worship, would cast him from his sight forever, these deeds he kept to himself. Whether through window, or keyhole, or crack in the wall, Henry partook of his delight in silence.

And when the prince would ask him for what reason he remained in attendance at such times, as he would clearly not be called upon, the servant would answer, "My good lord, it is only that to be in the presence of your ecstasy, makes my own heart burst with joy and pleasure." For in saying this, he spoke to his master of his penis, keeping the meaning to himself, and to himself naming his penis 'heart'. "It is indeed only right," thought Henry, "to name that which profits so, as I gaze upon the object of my desire, my heart."

But a day came when Henry faltered, choosing a recipient unworthy of the gift, and in a location unsuited to the purpose. For he happened upon a sorceress in a dark alley, and she bewitched him, seeing his thoughts, so that she became to his eyes what he looked for, the form his master found most pleasing. She appeared as a young blonde woman with smoky blue eyes in a courtly dress of the same color, the skirt long in back, almost too short in front, and which had a tight midsection and a bust that held nearly half of each generous, but not show-stealing breast, high aloft above the corners of separate, pointed cups. Henry inquired of the lady how it was that she made her living, adding, "Mind you, one need not be a specialist to do a job well, and my lord has the silver to make it worth your while."

"Bring your master to me," the sultry woman replied, "and I will provide him with services proper were he the highest prince of the land. Even were he the king's son himself." Henry bid her wait in a nearby stable, and he would run to fetch his prince and bring him to her.

Upon arriving, the prince praised Henry for his hunting prowess as the witch stepped forth into the light. She approached him saying, "You may have me prince, but not before I speak. You should not have ventured so far from your castle without escort. There are in the hidden corners of our city, things unfit for such as yourself." Her voice began to resound as the prince's eyes fixed on hers, "Unsafe things... future king."

The servant tugged at his master's sleeve. "I've made a mistake sir, this one's pure evil! A witch!" But the prince could not withdraw his eyes from the woman's piercing gaze. The sorceress required unbroken eye contact with her subject for the enthrallment to take effect, leaving Henry free to dive behind a near wall, but he remained close enough to hear her pronouncement.

Her voice came from all around, "On the day of your ascendance to the throne you will belong to me." The horses in the stable were side-stepping and nervously shaking their heads. "Your will shall become mine and you shall command only as I command you." The nearby windows began to shake. "Do you hear me eldest son of the king of this great realm? You will be my puppet, and through you I shall rule your kingdom. Do you hear me?"

The prince looked deep into her eyes--he liked blue eyes. He shifted his gaze to her high-held breasts. He liked those too. So he released the left, pulling down that corner of the dress that so held it. And lifting it with his hand then instead, he began rubbing his thumb over the witch's yielding nipple and all around the dark areola, and feeling the texture of them thus enhanced.

Her eyes widened with shock.  Is our future king really so simple that he's incapable of being enthralled?  she thought.  No matter, my arousal will only increase the spell's potency.  She lifted his head, bringing his eyes back to hers, and raising her voice, repeated her command. This time his eyes never left hers, but he smiled as his left hand went down under her skirt, and that thumb began rubbing as well, finding her clitoris and gently singling it out. Her voice lost its edge, "Oh my god, you must be the stupidest prince I've ever met!"

"I can do one thing pretty well," he laughed, and his fingers ran through her lips and began to probe her vagina.

"Shit. Oh well, it was worth a try." Voice booming again she declared his punishment for not heeding her wishes. "Sir, you have the simple mind of a wild creature... mm... and the urges of one as well. An animal you are... mm... and an animal you shall be."

As she was talking, the prince found it harder and harder to reach his first, and then his second plaything, finally leaping up and down, and only managing to slap at the witch's now wet and hanging pussy lips. The prince looked down at his shrunken, grotesque body, and sadly began to realize that he probably wasn't gonna get to fuck the beautiful woman after all.

He was less than two feet tall and green--all green. His hands were webbed like a frog's, his feet were webbed like a frog's, and his body was amphibious and slimy like a... "Hey! You made me a frog!" He was bipedal in general form, including the muscles along his arms, legs, and even torso, which looked more human than frog, but almost every specific was frog, including a giant frog face above his shoulders, with a mouth six inches wide, that stretched from one side of it to the other. One specific however, was quite human indeed--a perfectly shaped man's penis hung between his bow legs. Perfectly shaped, but just over an inch long, and dangling in front of comparably sized balls.

Her voice had again returned to normal. "You are still a man, only now in a shape more... fitting. You're sentence fits your spirit 'prince'. Since your thoughts dwell only on the carnal, if you wish to appear as a man again, then in the form you now possess, you must bring a maiden to full pleasure. She must both allow your member into her, and she must enjoy it... either that or you know, give me your kingdom, hah. But beware, if you fail and she is not brought to her fullest pleasure you will fall dead on the spot. I'm sending you far away prince. If ever you say the words, 'Sorceress, my kingdom is yours,' you will be yourself again, and I shall rule. If however, you succeed at your task, your servant... where the hell is he? Get out here now!" Henry shuffled out and gasped at the unfortunate penis.

"Good. Now, if you succeed, then your servant will know of it the very instant and he shall be able to find you."

"You will never have my kingdom, beautiful witch," the frog returned downcast, "for I should lose just as much in such an exchange. I haven't the wit to woo the ladies of the court as others do, and without my riches I'll surely be alone. In such a case, I would prefer to be cast far from busy streets, where I would only see what I cannot touch."

Faithful Henry was looking at his master's tiny dick, his former shrine, and he bowed low to the woman. "Please your majest..., your holi..., please ma'am, please don't take his cock. It's not fair. It was I who, erring, led him to your domain, into your magnificent presence, and... well he can't succeed with that!" He gestured at it. "He didn't but proposition you, the... the punishment doesn't fit ma'am. Please I beg you!"

She looked down at the pathetic specimen blowing lightly in the soft breeze and laughed. "Ha, it is very funny though." But knowing the single-minded prince would indeed never hand over his means of acquisition in any case, she softened to the kind servant's plea. "Very well, he may retain his... tool's... former size."

As she spoke, cock and balls returned to their previous dimensions but were now grotesque like himself. Still human in shape, and green, they lacked any sense of symmetry, the shaft bending far left, and the head--a lighter shade and with a distorted rim--aiming right. Flaccid, the penis reached down eight inches, just far enough to scrape the dirt road if he lurched but a little. Behind it, in a scrotum which wrinkled in unexpected places, hung two fairly large--even for a human--testicles, the right one fully twice as low as the left.

"Remember all I have said." As she was putting her boob away, the frog man vanished, and she turned, leaving the servant, and disappearing into the shadows of the alley. But in that last instant, just before Henry lost sight of her, he watched the vibrant, young blonde woman change. The foggy silhouette became hunched and crooked, colorless, the appealing dress now rags draped over bone under the sparse locks of a heavy head. And then the hag was gone.

Back at the castle, the servant could find nothing to please his eyes as had the stiff work of his master's former member. Only upon thoughts of it, in all its former glory, would his own dick ever rise again, and that too, to him seemed unfair. Improper that his 'heart' should take joy in remembrance of so worthy an idol, when that idol could no longer take for itself the joy it properly deserved.

But he could not long keep such thoughts from his mind, so faithful Henry made for himself a device to impede the growth of his heart at such times as these, lest it should burst of its own accord, selfishly receiving the joy that he could not give his prince. A strip of iron he lay along the length of his cock. To the side were attached three iron bands which he wound tightly round the shaft, bringing each end back to the start, and in his great pain, buckled each band to the strip. And he resolved that his own prison would not be removed until such time as he would see once more the pleasure of his heart's desire, proud and erect, its glory reinstated, as it plowed into some woman.

---The Fountain---

Far away in a small castle in a small kingdom, there lived a blonde-haired king's daughter. Though she was expected to marry soon, having just passed her twenty-first year, she was the youngest of her sisters, the other two married off, and her father was still very protective of her. Any prince that dare smile her way too long, would receive a strong blow to the codpiece from his big, clenched fist. And when it occasioned that she would flash her beautiful smile back--the corners of which she innocently curled up such that one felt as though they and her were together in an awareness of something nobody else in the world knew--she herself would receive a long discourse on the evils of the flesh and on the manner in which a proper lady presents herself.

When she didn't smile, her face had not one wrinkle. Smoothly and gradually pronounced cheek bones, and a soft, small nose with an almost feline quality, sat below the straight bottom edges of bright blue eyes, and above protruding pink lips, the bottom one twice as tall as the top. The king had long held off incoming marriage proposals, but at twenty-one there was nothing more he could do. A woman at that age was expected to have taken a husband, indeed would be looked at suspiciously, people circulating explanatory rumors, if she did not soon do so. It was therefore time, and the king very grudgingly decreased the frequency with which he would pound on her prospective partners' privates.

To relieve her mind from the restraint she thus endured, she would often, upon finding herself in a field or meadow alone, with the sun shining down on her face, lift her skirt high over her pretty yellow braids. And twirling heedlessly, she would dance about while the contented sun ogled on, warming each substantial curve in its turn as it came around on the narrow frame. But the princess had a yet better way to enjoy her body. Something the sun was rarely privileged to watch.

The queen was, unlike her husband, able to keep her reason in matters regarding their youngest princess, and so this year, on the day of the celebration of her birth, to help her ease her grounded urges, along with showing her how to please a future husband, she had given to her daughter a special gift, one which had belonged to her own mother--a small, round, golden ball. Hollow and only three inches in width, with two tiny holes at either pole, it seemed to grow larger when placed in the dainty hands of the curious maiden. Though the king knew of the gift, the queen had not allowed him to see the many wondrous reliefs etched into its surface depicting things not in keeping with the manners of a proper lady.

The ball contained twelve scenes in three rows of four, in six of which--every other one--were depicted a single female character, and in the other six, a woman and a man. In the one-woman panels, she pleasured herself, mostly with her hands, and in the others, she pleasured the man using many different parts of her body. Alone in an enclosed space, where she was certain no distant eyes could peer, she would take out the ball, and throw it into the air and catch it, and whichever scene landed on top, she would attempt to work upon herself. And since she could not make use of the scenes involving men, if one were presented, she would simply toss the ball up again.

It became her favorite toy and though she would often use it alone in her bed chamber, she liked to play most of all by the cool water of a well she had stumbled upon in the dark forest close by her father's castle, and to which nobody ever seemed to go. The edge of the large well was flush with the ground, and lined with marble all round, and in its center stood a tall circular fountain, water spewing high from the spout above and falling first onto the upper level, and then over the rim and down to the second, before ending its journey in the same deep pool from which it had begun. Though surrounded by thick trees, one tall lime tree stood apart, rising just beside and bending over the water, to provide shade.

For weeks now since she'd been given the ball, every day when the sun was highest in the sky, she would go to the well and play. On one such day, the hottest yet that year, when she came to the coolness of the flowing waters, she removed all of her clothing, setting them aside and taking her precious orb in hand. But after catching it three times, and each time a man and woman being portrayed, she was becoming hasty. Her left hand was already hard at work below, fumbling between thick outer lips, unable to decide whether they or the other pair deserved her attention more. She loved the ball and had played with it often, but after only two weeks she could not yet recall the positions well enough to reenact them without example.

Now when she threw the ball into the air the fourth time, she did so with vigor, and it fell just beyond the outstretched fingertips of the hand that reached for it and rolled away into the pool sinking down. The water was clear, but in the shade of the lime tree, with the fountain rippling the surface of the deep well, she could barely see far enough to perceive that the picture showed no man. The woman was bent over, with her bottom up in the air, but it was impossible to tell what was being done to that bottom. And being unable to swim, she started to weep for the loss of her instruction, struggling in vain to find a comfortable position on her own, and saying how she would give anything in the world to have it back--her clothing, all of her jewels and pearls.

"What ails thee?" said a voice from behind the fountain. "And why do you wear your golden crown so? You weep so bitterly that even stone itself would bow its head in pity." The frog prince swam out from behind the fountain and over to the edge of the well where she now sat with legs spread, left knee up, and the other foot in the water. While her hand still rubbed busily away in random directions, undulating the long pink inner lips, her thumb rummaged through and disrupted the flow of the light patch of blonde crowning the hint of clitoris that peeked from behind its own cover.

"You don't mind if I rest myself on the edge?"

"Of course not." Then, "Oh. It... it does look heavy," she added as the frog pulled his flaccid, green cock from the water, stretching the thick, ugly head over the edge for support.

"Now you see here? You had me as hard as this stone fountain only minutes ago, lifted up from the waves--as you have these past weeks. Yet now..." he held it up with one hand at the base just under the water's surface, and another around the center, and waved the top backward and forward to demonstrate, then rested it again on the well.

Her wet eyes continued staring as she wiped them, and her left hand kept rubbing, not sure yet what she was looking at, as he splashed it in and out of the water seeming to keep it lubricated, and each time replacing the distorted mushroom back onto the pool's marble edge, while the little webbed fingers of his other hand stroked along the shaft, causing him to make the most disturbing croaking sound. Rising from the water, it hung low making its ascent, yet still maintained its natural leftward orientation--toward her-- until it reached the disorganized rim, which began so much earlier on the right side than the left, that the head itself seemed to point almost directly to that side.

After long, she processed the question he'd asked and looked up at his face. "I'm not wearing any crown little frog. I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

"Above you're appetizing little plate there," he pointed at the long lips, spread wide now at the center by two prying fingers. "Your bed of silk my lady. That's no way to do it, you're wearing it all out." Getting no response, he sheepishly added, "It's poetic. Do not women enjoy poetry?"

She may be from a small kingdom, but she had heard poetry, and that was not it. Seeing no reason to arrest her finger play for a frog, she began to explain her plight--how being the youngest, she was kept from the company of men and therefore required the golden ball for her own fun. The frog had already known of the ball of course, for he had the fortune of watching her play many times before and knowing that of all the princesses who had turned him down--and who did so even in his human form--he would be most disappointed by this one, somehow more beautiful even than the witch who cursed him. And he was certain that she would turn him down. He'd known he would need to wait until he had something to offer her in return.

As the frog listened to her exaggerate her problems, he continued his own work, splashing, and croaking every time his sliding hand reached the awkward rim, and her words soon faded as her focus was drawn back to it. It vaguely resembled the simply carved dicks of the men on her golden ball. "Is... is that... water splasher, ... is that your... your..."

The frog seemed offended. "Sadly this 'water splasher' is my penis fair maiden, for I have been..."

"It' looks so old! Can it really be... that thing is, is you?"

"This is all me, I assure you! And it is not old! A witch..."

"Well It's definitely not right," she said leaning over for a closer look, and squinting her eyes. Suddenly she stood and covered her chest with her right arm. "Oh, you nasty frog! You're jerking off, aren't you? I saw a woman do that to a man on my ball! You can't help me!"

"Beautiful maiden, I'm swimming in the fountain am I not? I can easily bring your ball back up... and you are attempting to pleasure yourself as well!" The embarrassed woman almost stopped rubbing, but went on as her eyes widened, thinking about the return of her golden ball. "Princess, you cried a moment ago that you would give anything to get your precious ball back did you not? You mentioned your pearls, jewels?"

"Yes, yes. You can have them. Clothing, pearls, jewels...," She noticed he was not looking at her face. "Wait, what exactly do you..., what pearls, what jewels?"

The generous, smooth pearls you hide behind your arm now, and the dark jewels of ruby that adorn them, did you not offer such."

She was glaring again now. "You know damned well I offered no such thing, frog! Nobody speaks like that!" She paused then, weighing her thoughts. Surely she could tolerate being felt up by the disgusting frog if it really meant the retrieval of her favorite toy.

She removed her arm, and her healthy tits barely fell, bobbing just a little. They were oriented at a slight outward angle, the sides being perfectly round to match the large, dark-pink, circular 'jewels' in the center of each. The nipples themselves were wider than the irises of her eyes, with the lightly textured areola around them extending the same distance again on every side, their own semi-puffy nature adding to the forward length as they curved off the smooth skin around. The fronts of the nipples were flat but with a small, crisscrossed dent offset from the center of each.

"Fine have it all, grope away. Pearls, jewels, you can even have the..." she looked down where her left hand was still exploring, and to the small, wavy patch, spiked at the top where the flowing hair gathered into three groups, "... the golden crown I'm 'wearing'." Her tone mocked his 'poetics'.

"But I have no need for your clothes fair maiden, it is enough that they are not on you. And I care not for your pearls, nor their jewels, loveliest though they are. I care for them no more than for your beautiful golden crown as none will end my curse. Rather I would have the warm pillows beneath--I want you princess."

She was too focused on the 'wanting her' part to notice mention of any curse. "You want..."

"I want to drink from your cup. If you agree to take me home to be your companion, let me eat at your table from your golden plate, and sleep solid in your silken bed, I will go below this very instant as you lift me up, and then I will retrieve your plaything from the well, and you can take me home."

"Shut up! You sound like a halfwit! You want to 'eat'... to pleasure my vagina with your mouth, right? While I jerk you off? Then you want to go back with me to my father's castle and put that inside my silken... inside me? You want to fuck me, don't you frog?" That's right, she thought,  He is a frog. He needed to live in water like frogs--he seemed to require quite a bit of it to jerk his cock off as well. She was certain he would never be able to cum without it. And he can't possibly expect to live among civilized human beings if he can't even stop masturbating around one... especially with such a disturbing croak. The whole thing was obviously ridiculous.

"Yes," said the frog, embarrassed at the reaction his attempt at wit had provoked. "I thought I made myself clear."

"Fair enough, I promise it all, but first fetch my golden ball, then you may have your reward."

Shocked and elated at this acceptance of him, the frog slid his dick head back under the water and dove down to the ball. In his excitement he hardened again, and on seeing the depictions for himself, as simple as his mind was, he put the ball in his big mouth, licking the women and their parts, and as he swam back to the surface, the little frog's big dick came inside his own clean pool. As he spit it out on the ground, the naked princess snatched it up, along with her discarded dress, and ran off through the forest back to her castle.

The deformed frog climbed out of the water, and tried to run after her, but with his bow legs, and the giant waving cock and the swinging balls, which together took up a quarter of his body's weight, he could not keep up. He called to her, explaining that he couldn't run as she seemed to think he could. Out of breath he stopped, and began sadly stroking again, croaking every time as he watched her ass bounce away. After long he slumped back to his well, deciding that she must need time to prepare, and that she would surely return for him tomorrow.

---The Dining Hall---

The following day the princess was called in from the meadows to dine with the family. She had been dancing barefoot in the warm sun, her red dress raised high over her head with nothing underneath, much later than she usually would. The 'collar' was a thin, yellow, satin sash across her chest, just over the nipples, forcing cleavage above. It continued across the tops of each arm, wrapping around them just below her shoulders and tying off behind her back. When the dress was in place, the second, wider yellow band was tight under her breasts, holding them up behind sheer red silk, which itself continued down to the third and final layer of yellow, loose but heavy around her hips. The skirt, which extended to halfway between her knees and ankles, was slit down the length of the left side showing off her leg, so that raising the entire dress in the manner she did, took work only in the maneuvering over and above her breasts, of the center satin constrict.

She hadn't gone to the fountain that day as she didn't want to listen to the frog's incessant advances. But she had been so unconcerned over her promise to him, that she soon forgot all about it. As she sat down at the long edge of the large rectangular table which took up nearly half the space of their modest dining hall, the frog was the furthest thing from her mind. Even the golden plate in front of her--a real one--did not give her cause to waste any thought on remembering his lack-wit metaphors. Her oldest sister, then home visiting her family, sat on the short side to her left, leaving three chairs empty there, while her father, mother, and a hand full of courtiers--all that they had--sat on the far side. Not one of the courtiers dared sit by either of the king's daughters, especially the youngest.

The frog paused at the bottom of the steps. He thought about the princess inside, weeping, concerned that he must have gotten lost along the way. How overcome with joy she would be to find him at her castle door. Then he began to think about her doing other things. Things he would soon be part of after the long journey to his companion and his new home. The more he thought it over, the more excited he got, and he began to stroke his limp dick up and down. By the time he reached the top, it had become a hard, dripping dick, and he was stroking out and in as it lay on the final step. He had needed to lay it on every step since the third, when the eight vertical inches became twelve horizontal, lest he should topple down the steps from leaning backward in attempt at evening out the weight. So it was that the top half of the stairway was drenched, each step, in his cum, and as he mounted each one, his feet splashed stepping into, and his cock splished being set onto, the expanding puddles.

The princess was sure that the croaking sound she heard had been in her imagination--just creeping memories of the otherwise forgotten frog. Even at hearing the splashes upon the steps, and beginning to feel nervous, she pushed the thought aside. The door to the courtyard was directly behind her, not ten feet, and as the frog reached the summit, the noises stopped.

The frog wiped his feet and penis upon the flower bed beside the sturdy wooden door and knocked. "Youngest princess of the castle, I am here at last. Please open the door for me as I cannot reach so high."

She ran to answer the door before the servants had a moment to rise, praying it would be anyone but him--any human at all. She swung the door open and there sat the frog smiling, with his uneven sack supporting the base of a curving dick that stretched out hard on the stone before him and was longer than each bent leg that framed it. Horrified, she slammed the door and returned to the table with her heart pounding in her chest from fear. She was terrified that her father would learn the truth--any of it. About her usage of the golden ball--that alone would end her life as she knew it--or that she would touch herself in the forest. But that she had agreed to sex with anyone, especially this... this goblin thing... with his monster cock. She didn't want to think about it.

Her father could not miss her fear and inquired what was wrong. "Is there some giant lying in wait at the threshold to take you and carry you off my dear?"

This giant would not be doing any carrying, she only hoped she wouldn't be either. She had no choice but to tell him some part of the truth. "Not a giant father. It's a disgusting frog I met yesterday by a well I found in the forest."

"You 'met'? And it then found you here? What can a frog want with a princess such as yourself?"

"He's not a regular frog father. He talks and walks like a ma... like a human. I was playing with myself... with the golden ball mother had given me, innocently throwing it into the air and catching it, when it landed in the water. Apparently, my crying made him sof... sad, father. I could see because he brought it back out for me--he brought the ball out I mean, of the water, when I promised to be his, his uh, companion. He got it for me, but I didn't think he could even cum, ahem, come outside of the water. And now he's out there and he wants to come inside me... uh, in, into me, here."

The frog knocked again and repeated his request. "Don't you recall all the wonderful things we have to do together? The things you promised in the shade of the cool fountain?"

The king seemed disappointed in his daughter.  He can't know, she thought. "When one promises something, Daughter, they should fulfill that promise. A dishonest person brings dishonor to themselves and their house."

"Yes, Father."

The frog looked up as she answered the door again. "You didn't come to play at the pool today. I knew you couldn't have forgotten me, so I'm here to show you that I haven't gotten lost. Shall I come in my love?"

"Right. Look, keep your voice down. Can't you cover your dick somehow?" The frog put his skinny webbed hands over his softening shaft like spiders stretched out upon a thick and winding branch. "No not... just stay behind me and do as I do. Keep it hidden. It's just, unusual, and they uh, well they'd think it's unusual." She couldn't let her father see the huge cock his daughter had been privy to--even if she could make as though she were 'too innocent to understand', there would be questions. And the imbecile frog would tell everything.

The frog indeed stood and became louder, "I'm well aware of how 'unusual' my p..."

She cut him off, whispering. "No, no, I think uh, I think it's fine of course, I mean I'm your... your companion, right?" The frog's smile returned, and she went on, "I just mean I don't want to be rude in mixed company. See humans don't customarily go around exposed in public."

"Yes, I understand. Sometimes it's difficult to remember human custom when you're in the wild so long."

"Yeah. I uh, I imagine it is."

"Perhaps they won't mind a little wild frog in his natural state though, eh?"

She looked down at the green pendulum grazing the flagstone. "All the same, let's try not to find out. Okay, behind me now." The frog followed her step by step, to the close side of the table where nobody else was, and she sat at her place.

The family peered around. "Well, where's your little friend?" asked the queen.

"He's just shy Mother, he..."

"Lift me up beside you my princess," said the frog.

The princess stared straight ahead, aware of what the frog wanted. Awkward moments later the king told her to let the poor creature sit at the table with them. "Yes, please bring me up to the chair at your side that you may lift me up."

Hoping her family still hadn't caught it, she set him on the chair to her left, and when he repeated his request, the queen answered, smiling, "People sit on chairs when they are eating little frog, not on the table."

The frog began to explain, "Oh, but I mean that I want..." The princess quickly grabbed his cock under the table with her left hand to shut him up. "... your daught... mm, yes, a good grip." The daughter laughed as though the frog had made a joke, and the other people made polite sounds in return, and went back to their meal. Although human in basic form, the creature's dick was none-the-less unappealingly cold and slippery, and she realized that his splashing in the pool must have been for rinsing--to add friction rather than to take it away. She held on tightly, hoping he'd keep his mouth shut. "Princess, if you'll just slide...," she quickly, and easily, slid her hand down to the rim of his cock-eyed cock-head and he croaked. She slid it back the other way and decided she should keep clear of the rim.

She tried to maintain normal conversation with her family while she stroked the thick, growing penis. "The eastern gate repaired so soon Mother? That's well." At first, moving her hand as she did from his crotch to her knee, she would gather up the long, limp cock as it moved toward the tip, and then let the thick rope slide from her hand and back down to hang over his leg again as it returned to the base. But before long the penis hardened again and, its leftward curve becoming more pronounced, it swung widely back and forth above his legs, the tip journeying from her left knee to beyond his, as her tight grip moved along the length of frog's shaft. She almost chuckled aloud at it, despite the general revulsion she still felt.

"Your daughter is quite good at..." the frog began between mouthfuls of the dinner he was sharing with the princess. She let her hand reach his mushroom on this pass before he could finish and he croaked.

"... she's quite good..." She grazed it again, but after croaking, he still continued with his attempt at a compliment. So she limited her stroke to just over the rim and the frog croaked out a symphony of discordant notes as the family paused and stared, some with food halfway to their open mouths. But at least he wasn't talking. The princess continued her meal as though this was simply a thing frogs were known to occasionally do. Surprised at how quickly he came in this way, she realized now, as it dripped down her leg to the growing pool on the floor under the table, that the frog was entirely capable of fucking her, well away from his watery lair.

She stopped stroking as her worry mounted and, the frog's hymn ended, the crowd slowly clapped their polite appreciation for the serenade. The princess quickly removed any sign of care from her face and joined in the applause. The frog, pleased with the reaction his performance had received, forgot his own praise of the princess's skill, and the meal was concluded in relative normalcy.

With a cum soaked leg, and a giant cock laying beside her, the princess stayed seated until everyone else had adjourned. "I uh, guess you'll want to be getting home?" she asked hopefully.

"The chambers may wait my love, there's time at last to taste the sweet nectar of your royal cup. The queen's dining has come to an end, you may set me upon the table now princess."

She wiped off her leg. "Look frog, I think we uh, we're just so different you know. Your, water splasher, isn't uh.... What I mean is..."

"Princess if you must insult, I am well able to find pleasant conversation elsewhere. Your father the king seems..."

"No, no don't talk to father. It, it's okay. Here, up you go."

"Join me, my lady."

She reluctantly climbed onto the table, kneeling. "Look if you have to... eat my... me, I don't see why we have to be up here. I mean you're so short, I'm sure if I just..."

"But then how are you to partake of your own dessert dear princess? Of my horn of plenty, my scimitar of..."

"You want me to... do it with my mouth? To your, your slimy..."

"It's clear you are not a conversationalist this evening. I will not be offended my companion. I will pass the evening in the company of others." He began to slide off onto the chair. "Where might I find the king?"

She caught him before he went to the floor, and setting him back on the table in front of her, looked at her 'dessert' despairingly. The frog layed down on his left side along the edge and instructed her to do the same farther in, facing him, head pointed the opposite direction.

"Now push your little golden plate close to me, and we will feast together."

"Can you stop with the metaphors. You're very bad at it, no offense. Just, please?"

The frog sighed. "Put your vagina near my face my princess, and I'll use my tongue to prepare it for the entrance of my penis, getting it wet, while you prepare my penis with your mouth, getting it hard."

"I knew what you meant! And that's not much better! Or maybe it is. I don't know. Anyway, I saw this already on my golden ball."

"Your undergarments my lady?"

"What? Oh, I'm not wearing any. And the skirt is open at the leg. Just pull the front part up and over... there you go. There's your 'golden plate'. Enjoy." She lifted her leg, allowing him to bring his face in, and rested it on his head--an uncomfortable fit for his wide mouth, but his green frog 'lips' began sliding over and softly pinching outer labia and clitoris, and gently pulling out the warm, pink sleeves between. It felt very different, the princess noticed, when somebody else is doing the touching.

She dabbed the tip of her tongue on the frog's green dick head for a small taste of what was coming. It wasn't bad the way she had expected--rather sweet in fact--but still it was not overly pleasant. It was slippery with some amphibian substance, but it didn't feel so wet on her tongue as it did in her hand. It was tolerable. She tasted a few more times, until the dabs became short licks, but she had to pause wide-eyed, when the frog gathered every part of her pussy with his long tongue, wrapping it around both plump outer lips and squeezing gently to make everything push out as one softly collected bouquet. With the left-over tip of his tongue, he caressed each lip, crest to crease, from the outer edge to the inner as though patiently cleaning a precious work of art.

After a moment she realized she was holding her breath and released it. This was weird... but still much nicer than using her hand. Then she looked back at her own task and took another heavy breath, forcing herself to it. Lifting the shaft, she put the head into her mouth, just past the rim, and choked--the frog hardly made a sound, his own mouth too busy for a croak. It tasted fine but she hadn't realized how far she would have to open her jaw to fit even the head in, and she was unprepared for such an inability to swallow her own saliva.

She took the cock out of her mouth, swallowed, and gave it another effort. She left it in this time for a minute, not doing much more but trying to cope with the idea of what she was doing, and with what was being done to her--but she learned how to swallow without taking it out again. Meanwhile she noticed it growing--pushing to get farther in and spreading her mouth even wider. When she did move again, it was only to study the bulbous misshapen thing inside with her tongue. At this angle, the left edge of his awkward rim was pointing more toward her throat than her cheek, right edge at her teeth, with the tip pointed up at her right cheek. The top of her tongue studied in general, while the bottom became educated as to the unique angles it felt on the underside of the rim, facing the roof of her mouth.

Her learning ended briefly, when the frog, pussy still gathered up with his tongue, put the tip to work on her clitoris, pushing the cover aside and polishing until it sat up wide awake. Choking on more forgotten spit, she took the dick out again, lifted her leg to give him more room to work, and closed her eyes to enjoy the wonderful new feeling between her legs. "Oh my god, frog, wow!" She understood now the expressions on the faces of the women which were depicted on her ball.

Was the disgusting frog very good at this or was she bad? What would a husband think if she were terrible at sex? And didn't she have the golden ball? She should be able to do better. She bent her head in and shoved the frog's dick as far into her mouth as it would go, using this unfortunate opportunity for practice. Only about half of his twelve inches would reach, given his diminutive stature, but she choked again all the same. So she started out slow--just the head, lick that, a little more, suck now, farther, keep licking. At length she choked each time, but still she got it farther and farther in before doing so.

As the frog inserted the tip of his tongue directly into her vagina, he extended it from his mouth even farther, and as he did, that portion of tongue used in the gathering, slid around the lips, giving the extra length ultimately to the tip which made it a full eight inches inside the princess. Retracting it in the same manner, he repeated this over and over, tasting her from the surface to deep inside while she stammered her religious agreements and tried to keep up.

The frog was fully hard now, and she decided there was too much cock left outside her mouth, and that she should probably be doing something to it. So she rubbed it up and down as she saw the frog do in his pool, soon realizing she could do so with both hands while still holding the dick in her mouth. Then she began picking up speed with both--her hands moving faster up and down his shaft, and her head nodding faster with lips wrapped wide around the circumference. She heard very few, barely perceptible croaks, as the frog was too busy having fun--now receiving as well as giving pleasure--to spend any serious time on its announcement.

Removing his grasp on her lips, the frog put his entire tongue deep inside her vagina, and began rolling it up from the tip like a very thin carpet until, at three inches thick and pushing back into her clit just before leaving her hole, he would plunge it back in. Soon he started to roll it up backward, rubbing the full depth of her front inside vigorously as it wound, and returned unwinding again. She took one hand from his dick so she could use it to hold her leg up higher, making up for the loss by rotating the remaining hand as well as her mouth around his cock as she massaged and sucked.

After long, the frog removed his tongue completely and wrapped it around her clitoris as he had done with her lips, and extending it in the same snake-like fashion, his tongue went first deep into her vagina, only the tip coming back out to then plunge into her other hole. He retracted until the tip left her asshole, licked it a little, and dove back in, each time coursing through her vagina and around her outstretched clit.

At this, she could no longer keep his dick in her mouth, though she did her best to continue stroking it as her head went back moaning loudly. She squirted as she came, but with the middle of the frog's tongue lodged inside, very little of it found his upper lip, and that he quickly licked off using the base of his tongue without removing the rest from the heavy breathing woman. The removal of his tongue he did very slowly, giving each throbbing, sensitive part a last caress, sliding out, over, through, and around them saying its goodbyes... for now.

The princess rolled onto her back and stared at the frog as he sat up, and at the dick she still held in her hand. She was unable to connect the feeling of revulsion over what she saw, with the physical feeling of pleasure between her legs. "That was... huh."

---The Opinions---

"Oh my god! Were you about to have sex with that frog?" Her eldest sister had just entered the hall and was staring, from her position directly behind, at the youngest princess sprawled on her back on the table, skirt spread, her hand still around the big hard cock of the little frog man sitting on the table by her side, himself looking back at the sister with a grin that somehow seemed wider than the mouth had already been. "Oh my god, you were!"

The princess dropped the penis, sat up closing her skirt, and turned around. "No! No! I wasn't..."

"You were gonna suck his... enormous dick for sure!" She put her hand over her mouth, "Oh my god you've already sucked his enormous dick, haven't you?" Moving in closer for a better look, she couldn't take her eyes off of it.

"No! I didn't! I didn't suck..."

"I knew you were desperate for a man, but this?" She bent in and wrinkled her nose. The frog's grin lessened.

"Sister, please, listen."

"Don't worry, I won't tell Father, but, just, oh my god. Have some self-respect." The frog looked dejected as the sister left the hall. He might have just lost his only chance at ever becoming normal again.

"Princess," the frog began.

"Don't talk to me!" She slid off the table and prepared to storm away.

"Princess, I don't understand. I have eaten as you promised, and am thankful, but did I not please you?"

"Ugh! It's not that!"

"Then are you worried that you did not please me? This is new to you princess, I do not expect more, and I am thoroughly satisfied with you as my companion." The princess didn't respond. "Perhaps you are only tired, as I am. Let us go to your chamber, but true sleep must wait my lady, for I can ease your sadness far better by sleeping myself in your own little silken bed. Come, ease your tears, and ready for me your golden..."

"Ughhh!!" She stormed off.

"Did I say something wrong?"

The princess washed quickly and knocked on the door to the royal bed chamber weeping. "It is I father." She could easily find the frog some clothes now that dinner was over, but she still had to worry about her father talking to it. Learning all she'd done.

"Enter." The bed was wide and deep, the royal couple taking up less than a third of its surface as they lay on it. On the ceiling were delicately carved panels running along the entire perimeter of the bed frame, from which hung red velvet curtains, gathered together now at the corners with thick yellow ribbons.

The princess held her head low with tears in her eyes. "Hello Father, Mother."

"What's wrong Daughter? Why do you cry?"

"Father, do you not execute evil people?

"I do. Who is it that you think evil Daughter?"

"Do you not sometimes see the crime yourself and order your guard to dispatch the offender at that very moment?

"I have. Who has offended you?"

"And if I, the daughter of the king himself, were to see a crime, or to be dishonored, would I not also have the authority to order his death at the hands of a nearby guard?"

"Daughter, what has happened? Tell me who it is that has caused you this grief."

She was silent for a time, then, "Father this frog..."

"The frog has dishonored you? Tell me what he has done!" The king got out of bed ready for action and called out to the hallway, "Guard, get the dungeons ready! He'll rot until he admits everything." He put his hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Only when the truth restores your honor will he be allowed to die."

"Father, he... it's not... he didn't exactly. Father he's so cold! And he wants to sleep in my bed, and he's only a frog after all! I just thought, I mean there's no reason to involve you if I... a guard can just...." She stopped, seeing the look in her father's eyes. He was angry... with her.

"A creature cannot be punished for being 'cold'! This frog has helped you and now you despise him, wish to kill him for it? His company was fine I'm sure when you were in need! Now...." He saw that his daughter's tears were flowing and he softened. "The frog is... is odd daughter, that much is clear. And nobody will blame you for shying from his touch. But all the more important that he has friends who won't abandon him. Come now, wipe your tears. I'm sure in time you'll see he's a fine frog, maybe even become good friends. He's probably just shy around people."

"I... I'm sorry father. I didn't mean to..."

"It's alright dear. I understand. Just try to be more open to him. Find out what he needs, why he's chosen you to befriend. If you let him inside, you might find you actually like who he is deep down." The queen coughed.

"Thank you, Father. I'm sorry." She left looking sad but walked down the hallway angry toward the dining hall where the frog still sat.

"Wait my daughter!" her mother called from behind.

"Mother, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay dear, I've come to have my own say. Your father may be king, but I know my daughter better. It's clear that there's something you're not willing to tell your father. Something about your new friend?"

"Mother, I can't..."

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me either, I wanted to do the talking anyway." The queen sighed, deciding how to begin. "Have you ever known your father to change his opinion on anything after he had made up his mind?"

"No, of course not. Wait, yeah. Yeah, he did about the peasants' rights last year, and the barons' two years before."

"Right, but has he ever changed the way he was going to go about something when he had decided upon his course of action?"

"No, I guess... well hold on. You mean like when he was planning all year on his eastern campaign against the barbarians, then suddenly chose to reinforce defense of the north instead?"

"Exactly. And how about changing his entire lifestyle. Has he ever done that?"

"You said he used to be more reclusive. And I know he's started eating healthier since you..." She looked up at her mother, who was smiling back.

"And how do you think I was able to make him do all those things?" The Princess waited. "Sex of course."

"Aw, Mother!"

"No listen. When I need him to do something important, I make him feel better than anyone else can, then he's clay. It might take a few times, but I can always get him to bend my way with enough after-play persuasion. He used to be a real beast when I first met him, and look at him now."

"So, you think you can get father to... to let me order the frog's execution?"

"Heavens no. Your father's right about the frog. No one's gonna force you to be his friend of course--I suspect your dilemma's a little more personal than that anyway. But you can't kill someone because you don't like them or understand them. Or because they're different. Even a frog man."

"Then I don't understand."

"Have you studied the ball? The golden ball I gave you?"

The princess looked at her feet as they scraped at nothing on the floor. "Studied?"

"Can you make a man feel better than anyone else can?"

She looked up, "Mom?"

"If so, you have nothing to worry about. If you need to keep a man in check, make him say something...," she tilted her head knowingly, "make him not say something... use the golden ball. Your choice of course."

"Mom, I don't..."

The queen was already walking back to her chambers. "Act like you love everything, let him do anything but don't make him do it alone, focus on the head but don't forget the balls, and arch your back in. And for God's sake, use the golden ball!"

Her mom knew! Some of it anyway. But the princess wasn't encouraged that the best advice she'd gotten was to do something she'd been trying to avoid all along. Maybe it would at least shut him up. Maybe with time she could even somehow persuade him to leave. She was still angry.

Back in the dining hall the frog sat waiting on the table where she'd left him. "Let's go." She picked him up by his penis, with two fingers to show her disdain, and carried him upstairs.

---The Bed Chamber---

The princess's chambers were smaller than her parents'. The bed had no curtain, but a tall ornate headboard backed it showing stylized flowers over a more natural looking stream. Only the headboard touched a wall, the rest of it being centered in the room--a large wardrobe stood on the wall opposite, to the left of the door walking in. In the corner across from the door was a solid wooden chair, arm-less and short, but with a high back, itself carved in geometric patterns. In front of the wall on the other side of the bed, sat a chest and a stand with a wash basin.

She set the frog on the chair, and began pacing the room and thinking, as the frog sat up and hung his legs and cock over the front edge. She eyed it as it swung. Could she really tolerate this thing being inside her? And how long would she have to put up with him before he might leave? She layed down on the edge of her bed, staring at the ceiling. Could she even pretend to like the creature for longer than a meal?

"Princess, I too am tired and want to sleep. But I want you as well." He slid off the chair and slowly approached the princess carrying his dick in his hand to show her. "Here, I have softened. Lift me up, the night is still early." The princess didn't look at him. "At least help me onto the bed with you that we may sleep? We can continue our courtship tomorrow." Still getting no response, he drooped his shoulders and started for the door. "Very well love. Perhaps you will be more amicable in the morning. I will tell your father I am tired, and he will find me a separate bed. Goodnight my lady."

"Odious frog! Talk to nobody!" She got up, and scooping the frog up with her hand on his stomach, threw him back onto the chair against the wall, his own dick slapping him in the face as he landed. She was at him before it fell, catching it in her right hand, palm up, and with a tight grip, angrily began to stroke it. She knelt down for a better angle and looked at the sad deformity she held. She sighed and lifted it to her mouth, reversing her grip as she did, and copying her golden ball--which she now recalled with the clarity of purpose--her left hand slid under his scrotum, leaving her thumb above to shuffle the testicles this way and that. She focused on the head, and she didn't forget the balls. She paused her stroking to lick slowly along the rim of that ugly head, having to bend the thick rope itself to get at all sides. Still bent, so that the tip was pointing her way, she let the head slide into her mouth and along her tongue, as it forced her lips out and around. When they reached the wavy edge, she tilted her head left and right, her lip massaging the top, and her tongue the underside, while her right hand resumed its movement along and around the flaccid cock. Her left hand now held his wrinkled sac up against his dick while it too moved around the base, rolling the frogs large, disorganized testicles around with it.

But the frog was worried and remained limp. He didn't know why the princess seemed quite so agitated, but if his dick were to try, and to fail, to bring her to orgasm, he would fall down dead. Perhaps this was the end for him.

She, now determined to gain the upper hand with her 'companion', stood throwing off her dress, and picking him up, she turned him upside down, holding him high in the air by the legs, and tilted her head back, lowering his long dick slowly down into her throat--all eight inches. Raising him out and lowering him back in, he saw her 'jewels' come nearer and farther as his eyes approached and were taken from, her pearly smooth breasts. The big dark nipples were too enticing, especially while this beautiful princess was repeatedly swallowing his cock, and he latched his tongue around the left as he was lowered, pulling it back up when she raised him again. The princess tilted her head back down to aid him, pulling his dick straight forward and out now, and pushing rather than dropping it back in.

But the frog was becoming stiff, too turned on to ponder any longer his impending demise, and the princess could easily slide the big dick straight in and out with her face held forward. The frog, having gotten hold of the breast with his hands and fondling her nipple with his little green fingers, sent his tongue over to its neighbor. As she moved the frog out and in, his hands pulled one breast with him, and his tongue pulled the other over by the nipple, so that with her movement of the frog, she played with her own tits as well. She was starting to enjoy herself again--and hating herself for it--but she liked the way her breasts felt, bouncing and shaking as the frog tried to maintain each grasp. She took his dick from her mouth and slid it down between her tits, squeezing her arms to tighten them around it, and massaging his cock up and down with them. He lost both holds as his wide mouth was dragged repeatedly over her soft breasts, puffy areolas tightening as the wide nipples themselves hardened and pushed forward to scrape his face.

Soon she spoke--not too harshly, "Sit down here frog." It was time for another scene from her instructive golden ball, and setting him back on the chair, his dick now standing as straight into the air as it ever would, she pulled the chair from the walls, sliding it and him between her legs. As she slowly sat down on him, pushing her thick outer lips open, she slid back and forward to spread the other, pink pair between. As she squatted down farther, his twisted mushroom forced its way in--an especially rough entrance at the two left lips, the tip there being nearly the last part of the head to enter. Once it did, the princess stopped and closed her eyes. Her first dick was almost too big to fit, but she wouldn't give up. Not because she was starting to have fun--what mattered was that she needed control over this obsessed monster. Thus, she persevered, squeezing it deeper inside.

At six inches in, she reversed to the tip and started back down again, still slowly, but with more speed each time she repeated it, loosening herself up. Increasing the depth, she moaned loudly as the frog watched his cock disappear between her long, embracing lips, and push the growing clitoris forward as it slid behind. At ten inches, as she reversed again, the dick stayed buried inside, and she lifted the frog from the chair with her vagina. As she pulled him back down and out, she was reminded of still another scene from the ball--a woman only scene, but the woman was pushing a penis shaped object inside. She kicked the chair away and continued to fuck herself with the frog's dick, ten inches in and out, standing with her legs spread wide, the frog struggling to steady himself with his hands on her thighs, while his legs flopped around, and his right nut slapped her asshole every time.

The frog's bobbing head grinned, she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself now. As she turned and lifted her right leg onto the bed and continued, the frog's tongue caught on to her clitoris. Unable to do much more while being thus shaken about, he held on tightly allowing the princess to play with herself, as she had her nipple before, using the same motion that moved the frog in and out. She variously took him straight out and back in, to pull on it as the cock was exiting, and rocked him back and forth, pulling as he entered. Closing her eyes and whimpering through pursed lips, the frog knew she was happy.

The princess couldn't believe this was happening--she was liking this far too much. But she reinforced her resolve. This was only about gaining influence. She might as well enjoy it of course. Soon she would make the frog leave so she could settle down with a normal man... and his normal sized penis... but she can keep having fun for now. With the frog held deep inside, she rotated him this way and that feeling which was best. She chose his face at her raised right leg, both his arms wrapped around it, so the long curve of his cock as well as the tip of his head were facing her front wall, and then she continued, his tongue still latched on.

When her arms grew tired, she pulled him all the way out. "Bed, big guy." He let go with his tongue and she tossed him to the pillows--a playful toss that included her seductive "inside-secret" smile. She crawled onto the mattress before him, knelt down facing the foot of the bed, and leaned forward putting her face and hands flat down. She spread her knees and feet, allowing her torso to lay flat on the mattress as well while keeping her ass propped up, 'back arched in', as her mother had taught her. On her golden ball, this was done over a man who had his legs straight out in front between hers, while he leaned back with his hands. But she figured her hole was at just the right height for her new toy to get inside standing up on the bed.

"I'm waiting Ooh! Not for long I guess." The frog's sideways dickhead was already inside, and he grabbed each foot for leverage as he took it out and pushed it right back in over and over, fast. "I'm glad to see you don't waste... Oh God! Mm, fuck! Yes!" He had run up shoving it all in--his full twelve, thick, curved inches. He pulled eight out--as far as he could do without stepping back again--and went in and out fast, with his suction cupped hands on her ass, and his heavy sac slapping her clit and the little yellow crown of hair now below it. "Unh! Fuck, unh!"

In time, she began to slide her own body along the bed, providing the additional distance necessary to allow his cock head the feel of fresh air at her vagina's raised entrance, before plunging all the way back, deep into the princess, and every time being pushed down in to match the curve of her body, ass up, tits spread flat on the bed.

"On your side please, my perfect princess. Left side." He took notice of her preference earlier. "If you would lift your beautiful leg high. Hold it there." She held it with her hand straight up as he stood straddling her left thigh. Leaning against her raised leg with his right hand, he was able to get a couple more inches in and out without her help. As his curve now again brushed constantly on the sensitive front, his left hand began toying with the hole on that side, first feeling every wrinkle in the star around it, then pushing his little frog hand inside. Using this added 'leverage', he picked up speed, his hand holding onto his own cock from inside her ass, as it slid by in her vagina.

"Oh my god frog! Are you fucking kidding me? No, no, I didn't mean stop! My god don't stop! Oh, fuck yes!" From time to time, he would keep the head near the entrance, moving in and out maybe four inches, but he would hold his left hand on it, in front of it as much as possible, moving with it as it slid in to bend and massage the barriers between. When she tired of holding her leg straight up, she rolled onto her back and the frog stepped his other foot over to join his left between her thighs. Not giving her time to catch her breath, he acted as though to lift her legs up--a move she finished for him holding her knees together on her chest. As he pushed in between four squeezed lips, two smooth and round and two long and caressing, she leaned back farther and farther, until she was pointing her vagina straight up, adding more pressure to the already tight situation as his cock had to curve down and in, from the lateral force applied.

He finally took his dick out and began rubbing all up and down between her cheeks, attending especially to her asshole. She spread her legs and leaned up to look at him questioningly--and the look was not one of a superior to an inferior, nor was it fake, planned to win him over. It was the look of a companion communicating with her other. "Do it slow, Froggy." As she leaned back down, presenting her asshole once again, she didn't bother to close her legs entirely, giving the frog a view at and past everything wonderful there, to the face he'd come to love, loving his company.

He pushed the thick head in, slowly, the tight hole clinging to every bulbous side regardless of what was there at the moment, rim, tip, or neck, and he waited for her.

"Okay, a little more." The amphibian cock made entrance easy--it was the size that took time. At a few inches into her asshole, he began fucking it softly, going no farther in than he already was, and pulling out only to the rim. But as she would request it, he gladly went deeper and deeper until finally only a few inches remained. At that he started to take it all out each time, the mushroom forcing the little hole open again and again, as he walked it slowly back in, stopping just shy of his balls.

"Faster now," she breathed. "Whew... yeah. Faster." Faster, he could only put ten inches in, even leaning on her legs as he now was. But as she rocked forward and back, he stopped leaning in as she added distance herself bit by bit, his cock nearly leaving as she leaned back, and sliding back in as she leaned forward, until the whole length pushed her asshole in and out as it coursed through at speed. When she slid off the foot of the bed from rocking too hard, landing softly on her shoulders, back leaning against the bed and asshole at the same height as its surface, they both laughed. "Hah ha... Hey, what are you waiting for anyway? Do I look like I wanna get up. Bring that big dick back over here." And staying as she was, she spread her legs wide and straight across the foot of the bed as the frog stepped on, one foot on each inner thigh. Had her father been right? Was she actually starting to like the cute frog?

Standing on the tips of his toes and forcing his hard dick straight down, he squatted, squeezing it into her pussy and sitting on his own large testicles each time. And each time he would squeak, and his little frog face would bunch up and the princess would giggle. She spun him around inside so she could rub the frog's poor balls every time he stood, drawing his long shaft from his lady's body. His attention brought once more to the other pretty hole before him, he began to take random turns, comparing the feel of the different areas inside her. Twice in the asshole, four in the vagina, three more in the asshole, and so on, finally hopping up and down to enter one after the other more quickly.

Turning sideways then and laying down across her thighs, he focused on her asshole with his cock and sent his tongue down to work on the other. Cock buried in all twelve inches, he could only pull out five in this position, until the princess began closing her thighs and the frog wrapped arms and bow legs around each and was lifted up with them. He told her when to stop and began again pumping into her ass, now able to slide eight inches in and out, and with far greater speed and buoyancy, as well as controlling his own tongue's play around her clit.

Aside from the immense pleasure, the princess realized that she had let her guard down long before, and that she had allowed herself to feel something else, as she looked up at the happy, eager little frog man spreading her butt-hole wide. "Come here Frog Face." She took him and held him up above her, and letting him steady his feet on her inner things, she looked into his eyes, and slid him down into her pussy where he continued his drilling.

This was about control, right? About keeping everything that she was afraid of losing? But the little frog sliding his thick cock deep inside her still had the cutest little frog smile on his face as he looked back down at his work, seeming as though he had never wanted anything more in the world, than the love he believed he had before him now. And she decided he did.

"Froggy?" He stopped, looking up, and she pushed him all the way back in, pulling him close. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue up in the air for him. The frog's eyes widened and seemed to moisten, before his own tongue shot out to wrap around it. She leaned in far as he pulled his head in closer, and she closed her eyes as wide frog lips joined the exploring frog tongue in the envelopment of hers, and in pressing the soft princess lips around them.

They both came. Deep inside, but no movement apart from lips kissing faces and tongues feeling tongues, they came.

The frog began to shake violently, and she lost her hold on him as he fell on top of her, his dick sliding out, and continued to roll on to the floor behind her head. She closed her legs and almost shot up, worried about her new love, but stopped abruptly, looking up at the sight of a man kneeling behind her, facing the other direction. "Froggy?" She started to turn around.

"It's me. Wait, please." He slowly stood up feeling his face, chest, stomach--he was still hard, but it was his own pleasant shape again. He grabbed a cloth from the wash basin and came back. "My princess, if I may?"

"Yeah," she squeaked, staring upside down at the cock on her new man as he spread her legs and lovingly cleaned her holes. It still curved, but much less drastically, and now upward as intended. The head was perfectly symmetrical, from the deep neck on the underside to the long, flared edge of the rim all around, with a round tip closer to flat than to a point, and with no edge save that of the rim to be found on its surface. On the shaft, which was still just over two inches wide, the placement of veins helped the sides appear muscular despite the consistency of the curve from the base to the neck. The size of both the large testicles as well as the shaft had remained, but the scrotum now wrinkled only slightly near the top from the pressure of the heavy eggs inside weighing it down, everywhere else around the evenly hanging balls being smooth.

The man himself was tall and strong, toned, and had modestly chiseled features of face, but a naive kindness in his eyes made them stand out more beautifully than all else. He put his arms between her upright little calves, and around the horizontal thighs which his strong hands held firmly, and he lifted her shoulders from the ground, as she adjusted into a handstand.

"Is it really you... my little Frog Face?"

"It is darling. Should I explain now or..."

"Fuck me. Fuck me now. All the way. Hard. Fuck me."

"Yes ma'am."

He leaned his princess down toward him bringing her legs around his waist and her pussy to the tip of his hard cock, and he proceeded to do exactly that. Over and over he pounded down into her vagina, the curve of his shaft rubbing her close front wall while the tip was able to get the sensitive area farther back on the reverse side. "Oh! Fuck! Unh! Unh! God! Yes! Fuck!" She couldn't fit volume control into her thoughts at the moment. Lowering and raising her, he focused alternately more on her front wall, and then her back, but raising her also put pressure on her clitoris as the cock pushed through above it, and they spent more time in that fashion than in the other.

She had other golden ball scenes she'd wanted to try, and she had a man now, so as he pulled back this time, she kept her pussy around him, pushing and causing him to fall backward, with his dick still straight up inside. Squatting around him, she stroked him with her vagina all the way up and down, until she turned briefly to give him her smile, and leaning back on her hands, she put the penis in her asshole and did the same with that, moaning loudly as she did. His now free hands--human hands--held on to her breasts as she rode, finding the hardened nipples to fondle and squeeze.

Climbing off, she led him by his balls over to the chair, then thought better of it and chose the sturdy headboard instead. She held to the post with her right hand as she stood next to the bed in front of him and lifted her left leg as high as she could, handing it to him, and again she put the penis in her asshole. The man enjoyed spreading the tight hole very much, but not more than the plump beautiful lips beside it, and she didn't turn down the variety when he changed from one to the other at will. As he lifted her leg higher and higher he shifted himself around so that it lay straight up across his chest, and he went faster, slowing for no more than a second each time he left one hole to drill the other.

Lowering her left leg to his waist, he pulled her back from the post telling her to hold fast to it with both hands, and as he entered her from behind in this way, he lifted her right leg along with the left. Moving his hands up to her waist, and supporting her knees with his elbows, he pounded into her asshole in midair while she scarcely kept her grip on the corner post, yelling something about heaven and perfection. When he could see her arms were getting tired, he moved in closer to the bed setting her vertical, and with his hands under her knees, he lifted her up to his chest from behind, while her arms held on to his biceps, and he spread her legs wide. With her thus 'seated', ass hanging down, it took him no more than two seconds to find a hole into this little blonde woman and begin using it on his cock, raising and lowering her with his strong arms, rather than thrusting himself.

But after a lot of squeals and some profanity screamed in ecstasy, she instructed him to go harder and he began pumping into her as she bounced up and down, her round tits moving in random directions over her chest, and the screams getting louder. When his legs got tired, he would switch back to using his arms, moving her up and down again--slower perhaps, but much more sensual.

It was in one of these moments of 'rest', that the princess's eldest sister knocked upon her door, yelling about the noise. But she didn't wait for a reply, instead barging in to yell some more. "What the hell is going on in here?"

The prince turned to face the sister and smiled, with his cock fully inside, and balls hanging below, the vagina of the princess he held like a toy in his arms. The sister's eyes got huge as the princess responded, "Oh I'm sorry sister, we're almost done here. We'll be quiet then, I promise." The sister still stood gawking, her eyes getting as wide as they ever could, and her mouth falling open, as the prince raised the princess slowly up the whole length of his gorgeous cock, lifting her off before going right back all the way in. "Mm, oh yeah. Was there something else sister?"

The prince jerked his big dick with her vagina faster and faster as her sister dropped to her knees holding her own crotch and trying to ask a question, only the "What?" part of which ever made it out of her mouth. Her husband never could or would give her an experience like that, she never even imagined such a thing. And this was the highest prince around, she recognized him from portraits she'd seen at royal banquets and other political gatherings--and her father would recognize him too, which meant the princess wouldn't even get in trouble for this.

The sister got a prime view from her position on the floor as the prince moved on to his lady's asshole, again slowly setting her around his cock, all the way in and out a few times, before beginning to do the thrusting himself. Leaning back and picking up speed, he held her steady while her sister watched the long muscular dick impale her again and again. As the princess screamed her affirmations, she squirted all over the floor between herself and her eldest sister who, also cumming now and addressing her deity, began crawling away as she saw the prince pull his dick out and his own cum start to drip from the slowly closing asshole.

The princess laughed as she leaned her head back to kiss him. "You nasty frog, that was mean. She's gonna be jealous for the rest of her life now."

"I meant no offense. I thought she wanted to see. Did she not ask what the noise was?"

She laughed again, "Perhaps, but I fear she'll never be able to think of either of us again without picturing it." He joined her laughing as he layed her down on the bed and again softly cleaned both of her holes, before letting himself fall tired on the mattress by her side, she in truth now his companion.

---Epilogue---

In the morning, having acquired for the prince appropriate attire, and after the dressing of each other had become sexual again while another hour passed, they went downstairs to address her family. The prince had explained his situation to her as they lay together the previous evening. And he told her how he had lost hope seeing that every woman he met would run off shrieking the instant he spoke to her, and that he had retired to the fountain as his prison, to await his end. The princess was the only one ever to come near the pool, and he had forgotten his manners in the long interval before she began her play by its cool water. If it hadn't been for her, he would have been a monster all his remaining days.

She had not known his face and was in awe to learn who he was, but the princess had never been material, or discontent with her station--her treasure was the man and his perfect dick. She could now enact every scene on her golden ball, her second favorite plaything--and his 'poetry' she would train away. For his part, not only was the curse broken, but the prince had finally a princess who could tolerate him, his future queen, and more beautiful to him than any woman, whore or otherwise, in any town he had visited across the land.

As they descended the stairs hand in hand, her family was gathered expectantly. Her sister had informed them, with as little detail as possible, of her encounter the previous evening, and assured them of her certainty regarding the prince's identity. Thus, the protective king stood with them in the dining hall feeling a confusion of anger at the audacity of, and pride in the honor of, the prince's intrusion into his youngest daughter. Her sister, try as she might, could not keep her eyes from the prince's shapely codpiece as they approached, repeatedly turning her head away as she caught herself staring, and knowing what the third arm beneath could do, imagined it so doing to her own two holes.

The prince told the family of his broken curse, assuring them of his honorable intentions, and of how their daughter would one day be queen of his vast kingdom. As he'd discussed with the princess, they would leave that very day, his presence at his own castle having been missed far too long already. His servant would know by now of his whereabouts and would surely meet them on the road, but some provisions from his host would be greatly appreciated.

The king questioned his daughter if this was her desire, and when she answered, blushing, that it was--with a glance at both her smiling mother and her envious sister--the king decreed that it would be so. And as he was promising every supply that they would require for the journey, a servant entered from the courtyard announcing the arrival of a carriage, and behind him walked Henry, the prince's own faithful servant, who fell to his knees crying when he saw his master's restored humanity for himself.

Henry had been given leave to scour the realm in search of the prince, and to keep an ear out for any local rumor that might tell of a man shaped frog. Hearing none, he expanded his search and was in a neighboring kingdom scarcely more than a hundred miles from this very castle, when he suddenly became aware that he would find his prince here. After riding all night, exchanging mounts in each large town he passed through, he procured carriage and horses proper for the return of his master in the last, and arrived inquiring here at the gate.

The graceless prince helped his servant to his feet, and giving him a nudge, tilted his head toward the princess by his side. "Eh?"

"No! But she's perfect for you master! Has she truly accepted your proposal?" Henry looked her up and down as the princess said that she had, and she spun herself around to show off for her prince. "This is very welcome news! The king will be duly pleased when his returning successor brings home with him at last a queen!"

While servants loaded the provisions, Henry apologized profusely for the state of the carriage, saying that it was the only one available in such short notice. But the eight white horses driving were pristine and stood nobly, with golden chain harnesses and tall white ostrich feathers upon their heads. After teary farewells, Henry helped the prince and princess into the carriage and climbed up behind to gather the reins. As they rode, the princess noticed that there happened to be a large rip in the top back edge of the canopy, causing it to droop just so, and she could see Henry standing behind, and peering down in from time to time to prove to himself that his prince was truly coming home. As her man began to playfully disrobe her, she found she was disturbed not at all by the spectator, also seemingly unnoticed by the single-minded prince. On the contrary it excited her, and she turned so he could get a better look as the low collar of her dress was pulled down below her tits, lifting them high into his view.

But Henry seemed more attuned to his master, and when she drew out his long penis, they heard a loud cracking sound from behind them. The prince asked the servant what further part of this old conveyance was breaking now, but the servant answered only that it was a band breaking from his own imprisoned heart, which was overjoyed at the sight of his master's deliverance. No further explanation forthcoming, they continued on, and as the princess began to ride her prince, her tits bouncing in his face, she could see clearly the bands and the 'heart' which Henry had referred to. His own cock was out of his pants and was indeed locked tight in two bands held by buckles. He had pried a third free using a large nail, the rust from his many tears having rendered the buckles without function.

The prince nodded to her as he caught her staring. "Let Henry have his fun," he whispered, "he likes to think I don't know." As she watched him continue freeing his growing heart, there was again a crack, and then another, the prince inquiring of damage each time, and smiling to her as the servant would provide the same response. The princess laughed as she rode, seeing how truly faithful Henry had really been, and how his right hand happily meditated now on the return of his own love.

In after years, the prince became king, and the princess queen. She had slowly relieved him of his awkward social manner and even taught him a bit of real poetry. The whole kingdom celebrated the succession and as queen she was worshiped and loved throughout. Together they reined for many years, her king respected everywhere and feared by his enemies. He was called the fair protector, the honored guardian of justice, and the merciful keeper of the law... and sometimes just Froggy, but only by his loving queen when she knew that the only ears to hear were her own and her man's--and those of their silent adoring fan.