Krystal Gets Frogged
#11 of Random Stuff
It was a rather lovely jungle world they had discovered. Lush, green and warm- and best of all, peaceful. The only artificial thing to be seen were the pair of arwings parked in the grassy clearing, within earshot of the rushing sound of crystal clear water.
Krystal stood on the bank of the pond, watching as a red and yellow speckled lily pad sailed past the boots of her flight suit. Footfalls in the grass approached and soon Fox sidled up beside her. In a soft voice he stated what the both of them were thinking.
"Looks like a good place to take a breather,"
Her flight suit was swiftly peeled off, folded up on the grass and joined by a set of soft white cups and panties. Fox disrobed slower, distracted somewhat by the view as the blue vixen's hips swayed into the mirror surface of the pond. She sunk in the water just enough to barely cover her breasts before turning back around and shooting him a wink. He grinned, watching her drift on her back toward the falls. A serene face sailed away from him, the cool water swirling between the perky mounds sticking up above the surface.
She rested against a set of rocks as the mist of the falls drifted around them in chilly vortices. Waiting with arms crossed, she chuckled as Fox tossed a sock over his shoulder finally joining her in the water. Though he was less graceful as he slipped on a mossy stone and face planted with a splash.
Somewhere behind Krystal, a single bubble rose to the surface of the wavering water. It was joined by another, and then a stream. The submerged creature slowly made its way toward her. It had to stop and merely take in the sight for a moment with a clear view through its nictating membranes. Beneath the water her tail was suspended over her set of bountiful blue buttocks. Lush fur wavered hypnotically with the motion of the current.
Beneath the water there was a kraken awakening. It was a foot long, girthy and slimy with a fat green head at the end of a ribbed shaft. A webbed taint for streamlined thrusting in the water and a set of testicles, veiny and swollen with pent up seed.
Krystal gave no indication when she felt the member poking up at her. Her face remained calmly entranced in Fox's gaze while the cock under the water slid up along her inner thighs, soon bumping against her pussy. Webbed hands moved over her butt and hips while she took hold of Fox's hands and pulled him close. He too was getting excited, but stood too tall for them to line up properly. His tiny erection pressed against her stomach as they embraced and began to make out. She stroked it with two fingers in the meantime.
The giant green cock poked up a few times until it finally divined the proper angle. Krystal moaned into Fox's lips as it slid inside her, as deep as it could go with the fat amphibian stomach resting against her butt. Slippy had impaled her entirely. It was too much for her to resist and she softly rocked her hips, driving the frog cock into herself and bringing eye-glazing pleasure even from such a slight movement.
While her pussy clutched at the girth stretching it to its limits, she threw her arms around Fox and nuzzled his neck. It was hard for her not to lose control and begin slamming herself up and down. Yet she remained calm. She squeezed Fox closer as her loins tingled.
She was in Fox's arms when the warmth spread through her body, her womb spasming as streams of thick seed burst forth directly into her. The big frog cock did not yield as she quaked with her own powerful orgasm. It continued to unload into her womb. It was a magical moment that she held onto for a precious few moments, as the sparks of light from sun on water seemed to reflect the blinding pleasure in her mind.
Slippy was all business all the time. As soon as he was sure that he was full spent, he slid out of her and absconded from the scene without breaking the surface of the pool. Fox held her in the afterglow as they drifted slowly back to reality.
Fox would be the one to care for Krystal as her stomach swelled in the ensuing months. And he would hold her hand as she squatted in the bathtub and sharted out three dozen blue tadpoles. In the future, the Great Fox would have plenty of crewmembers to keep it in tip top shape.