Not the Heat
A young man wakes up in a strange place with no idea what waits for him.
Yay, a frog tf! I love unique tf's.
Not the Heat Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Anonymous
Sensation came flooding back to Vincent just ahead of his consciousness... Heat, moisture, humidity... It was overwhelming, but no more overwhelming than the sensation of dead weight that his arms and legs were providing. Whatever he had been knocked out by, it was still getting to him. Vincent opened his eyes, his shaggy brown hair blocking his vision a bit. It was a hazard of being twenty and following conventional style, but it had never been as much of an obstacle as it was now. Vincent tossed his head to the side, trying to get his hair to fall out of the way of his vision. After a few attempts, he succeeded.
The room around him was covered floor to ceiling in square white tiles, though there were numerous metal pipes. Running between the walls and from the ceiling to the floor. Vincent was restrained against a cluster of pipes, his arms handcuffed behind him. He could hear and even feel the vibration of the pipes as something thick was pumped through them. More than anything, though, Vincent could 'smell' the humidity. It was so thick that condensation collected on the walls, running down to the floor, puddles forming. It practically rained down from the ceiling as well, soaking his clothes just by nature of being in the room. The heat wasn't too bad, but with the humidity that high it was like a steam shower, soaking him to the bone.
The only way in or out that Vincent could see was a thick rectangular door with rounded corners, a huge round wheel in the center. It reminded Vince of the submarine or space ship doors he saw in movies, an airlock of sorts. Vince felt suddenly dizzy, the sedative managing to make it into his brain again as it was metabolized. He slumped a bit, groaning. Despite his feelings of illness, he heard the door rattle before it opened. Forcing his eyes up, Vincent saw that it indeed was an airlock, another door just a few feet past the man that was entering.
"Who are you?" Vince asked even before his captor was in sight. The man said nothing, moving into the room. He was tall, at least six feet, but he wasn't very wide. His height was enhanced by the only hair on his head, a tall spiked red Mohawk that clashed with the colorlessness of the room. The man wore a black leather vest that showed off his arms and his torso, his left bicep emblazoned with a neon green frog tattoo while his right arm was covered with an intricate tattoo of blue and green flames dancing together. His nipples were thick and weighted down by heavy piercings, the same sort that hung from his ears and matched the glistening steel balls suspended in the flesh above his right eyebrow.
The stranger moved over, examining Vincent. He took note of the captive's broad shoulders and thick chest, lifting up his shirt, touching at his nipples. Vincent sneered, trying to pull back, but there was only so far he could get. In a shocking act of bravery, the captor reached around Vincent and unfastened the cuffs. One of Vincent's arms were raised, examined for its muscle and girth. Vincent was far from a thin, frail thing. He was part way to being husky, his arms covered in a fine coating of hair, his chest and even stomach equally covered. As the stranger lifted his other arm, Vincent made his move. With surprising vigor, he sprung up from the pipes, moving for the door, nearly toppling into it. He tried to turn the wheel to unlock it, but it simply wasn't budging. Vincent tried and tried, but the dizziness soon overflowed his senses. He didn't even feel the hard impact of the floor against his knees, but he was down. The stranger moved over, linking his arms under Vincent's, dragging him to the center of the room. A throaty chuckle filled the room, the stranger shaking his head.
"You don't seem to understand, you've been chosen for the treatment, the procedure is already under way." The stranger said, a wide smile crossing his lips. Vincent tried to move, but he was just too weak. The stranger hastily pulled Vince's shoes off, tossing them aside. His socks were removed next, having grown incredibly moist in the humidity. The stranger ran his fingers over and between every toe before he moved up Vincent's body to unbutton and zip his pants. They were unceremoniously tugged off, his underwear coming next.
"Stop, please... I..." Vincent groaned as his member was revealed to the air. Even when fully erect it was a mere five inches. Vincent blushed in shame, but the stranger didn't seem to care. He lifted Vincent's head and moved his arms, enabling the removal of the t-shirt that clung to his thick chest. The stranger looked at the man's furry belly and chest and how different it seemed to his own, but there was still plenty to work with. The t-shirt was tossed aside and the hands left Vincent.
For a moment the silence nearly comforted Vince, making him think he was alone again... but a sudden jangle of metal items rubbing against each other jarred him back. The strange punk man opened up the box that held countless thick, heavy metal rings of many sizes and colors. After some deliberation he pulled out a thick, heavy golden ring. A deft movement of his finger pulled the interior needle back, revealing that it was a self-piercing ring. As the stranger reached for Vince, Vince tried to push his hands back but it was useless. One made it through, but not with the ring. The punk was starting to run his finger in circles around and over Vincent's nipple. The fingertip felt strange to Vincent, very moist and almost spongy.
"Let me go, you... ungh, stop, this is wrong." Vincent murmured... but despite his protests, the nipple was becoming erect. The stranger quickly slid the ring into place and let go. The needle pierced his nub, settling into the other side. The skin around the metal seemed to thicken, reacting to it by healing at an accelerated rate... though the nipple couldn't grow soft anymore, it was held taut by the piercing. Vincent gasped, his brain accepting the sensation on a delay. He looked down in shock at his pierced nipple, the ring hanging from him.
With the prisoner distracted, the captor moved to quickly stimulate Vincent's other nipple. It grew hard even faster, reacting to many mixed signals from the other nipple. With another quick movement, a matching ring was moved into place and closed. Vincent gasped even louder, both of his nipples weighed down by thick rings. They looked like they belonged on hard core punks or thugs, even prisoners. They seemed so out of place on him, as if he was... a braver man. Vincent managed to bring his hands up, reaching for his sensitive nipples. The rings really were in there, through his skin... it really was happening. While Vincent was distracted and attending to his nipples, he felt a stirring near his groin. He lifted his head just in time to see the punk slide one end of a thick ring into his urethra, the other sliding over the curve of his shaft's head.
"Wait, no, you ca-" Vincent was interrupted as he felt the piercing seal itself in place. A stirring of sensations went through his body. It hurt far less than he had thought... If anything, it... felt rather good. Vincent was soon blushing furiously at that realization, though he looked at the pierced punk, wondering if he had gone through the same sort of thing at the hands of someone else. Would he enjoy his new life that much? Vincent's musings melted a bit as he thought of his cock, how different it was, wavering between feeling mutilated and lucky. The stranger looked at Vincent with a bit of mirth before he went back to his business.
With Vincent in such a state, the stranger's hardest tasks were behind him. He moved to kneel above Vincent's head, pulling our more rings. He slid them over the base of each of his ears, slid one over his eyebrow and one around the outside of his nostril. Each sank in, becoming part of Vincent's body, making him look as if he had always been such a bad ass. When everything else was in place, the stranger moved to look down at Vincent's face.
"Open." He commanded. To his own shock, Vincent obeyed. His lips parted, his tongue extending. The stranger reached into his mouth carefully, withdrawing them only once a stud had been slid through the muscle. The punk looked the prisoner over from head to toe before nodding his head. "I think we're ready for your tattoos." He said.
"Tattoobs?!" Vincent asked in shock, not used to talking with a tongue piercing yet. The stranger moved to pull Vincent up, propping him against the pipes again. Vincent didn't try to struggle, focusing instead on his speech, "Tatoobs... Tatooosssse.. Tattoos..." He practiced, trying to get better, generally pleased with himself in his drugged state. The tool box was worked through until a strange cuff like device was brought out and placed around Vincent's arm. The stranger secured it tightly, making sure it wouldn't budge before he activated it.
The searing pain filling Vincent's arm was both excruciating and quick, feeling as if his skin had been ignited for a moment... but then the feeling of flame was gone and the only sensation left was tenderness, nothing more. The stranger removed the cuff once more, revealing slightly puffy, freshly tattooed skin. Vincent was now the proud owner of a blue and green flame tattoo, just as the stranger was. Vincent was too much in shock to pay attention as the stranger started running his fingers through his hair, working some to the sides, more to the middle. It wasn't until he heard the humming buzz of clippers that he jumped, receiving a heavy hand pulling him back down.
"If you want to keep any of your hair, stay still." The stranger commanded. Vincent all but whimpered as long locks of his shaggy brown hair fell to the side, leaving the thinnest possible layer of fuzz along his scalp. All around his ears and temples the clippers went, leaving a clean line near the middle of his head. The long locks were moved to the other side and the process started again, even more hair cascading down, landing in the warm puddles on the floor. Vincent bit his lip softly, his eyes closed, feeling the humid air directly on his scalp. After a few long moments the clippers stopped and the stranger stood up.
"What... now?" Vincent muttered, looking positively shell shocked. The stranger gave him an almost compassionate look.
"There's a bed in the corner, a mirror, a sink. You should rest up, tomorrow's a big day." The stranger said. He moved out of the door and shut it behind him, the room hissing as it was sealed up once more... and then there was silence. Nothing but the sound of water dripping accompanied Vincent as he sat there for a half hour. He still felt miserable, the drugs lingering in his body. He knew he had to try and escape, but all he wanted to do was run. Using his disgust for strength, Vincent pushed himself up to his feet, groaning. He paused as a much thinner strip of hair fell before his eyes, but just in the middle. It was a far cry from how much his hair had obscured his view before. He reached up slowly, feeling his head. While the sides had been buzzed, he had been left with a fairly thick, completely relaxed Mohawk. He trailed his hands through it, thinking of how wild the punk's had been... at least until shame welled up in his chest and his tender arm. The tattoo was looking more settled, but it was still alien on his arm.
He had been kidnapped, violated, changed. Every part of him was suffering or altered. It was just such an obscene violation. Vincent took a deep breath, moving around the room. He cautiously walked around the pipes, realizing there was in fact an area set up for him... A steel frame bed, a wooden chair, a sink, a toilet, a mirror... there even was a shower faucet in the wall above a drain in the floor, though Vincent couldn't imagine using it on any setting other than cold. He didn't want to add any more steam to the room or over heat himself any more... But he also felt like he had to be clean.
Staggering over to the sink, Vincent turned the water on, collecting some in his hands before he washed his face with it, blinking his eyes. As his vision cleared, he saw his own reflection... but it wasn't the reflection he knew. He was looking at a punk with a Mohawk, pierced ears and nose and eyebrow, not bothering to wear a shirt... It wasn't him; he had been made into something else. It was against his will, it defied everything he was, but at the same time it was almost compelling. The weight of the piercings dangling from his nipples and ears, every sway of his head filled him with a bit of pleasure. That pleasure only further disgusted him and the constant war with himself made him feel even wearier. Despite his better judgment, Vincent moved over to the bed, nearly collapsing onto it before he rolled onto is side and let unconsciousness take him.
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Vincent stirred in his sleep, wishing he had put on the air conditioner before bed, but when he rolled over and his arm brushed against the cold steel of the bed he was on, his eyes slipped open. He was still in the tiled room, his nipples still felt weighted down by the heavy metal in them. It wasn't a dream; it had all been real... Vincent sat up, finding it surprisingly easy to bend. He had to admit, things weren't quite as bad as they had been. It didn't seem as hot or overly humid, the pain of his tattoo and piercings were gone, and he was no longer weighed down by the sedative. If anything, he felt lighter than he ever had before. He smiled as he reached up to scratch his chest, but the smile disappeared.
Frozen in mid scratch, his hand had discovered a shocking truth. His chest hair was gone. He moved his hand lower and found his stomach was perfectly smooth. His arms, his legs, even his groin... his body was completely hairless. Not only that, but he had shed many pounds of both muscle and fat. He was thinner than he ever remembered being, his body trim and sleek. A shock of terror went through Vincent before he reached up to his head. The soft fuzz on the sides of his head was gone as well, but his fingers soon tangled in thick, healthy hair in the center. He still had his Mohawk. He sighed with relief, never having thought he'd be grateful for a Mohawk.
After recovering from his shock, Vincent slipped off of the bed. Despite the water on the floor, his toes got a fantastic grip on the tile as he padded over toward the mirror, gazing at his reflection... He looked puzzled, looking at his reflection and then at the light in the room. It had to be throwing things off. His skin looked almost like it had a greenish tint to it, and his brown hair seemed off as well, almost as if it had a purple hue creeping in. Remembering his nearly hairless state, he lifted his arms. Even his pits were completely smooth. It was surreal, especially considering how he didn't remember how he got to this strange place, let alone where he was when it happened. There was no kidnapping, no traumatic event. He had just woken up here.
Vincent moved back and forth, pausing half way to realize that his legs were longer and thinner... they seemed a lot lankier, a drastic change to the trunks of muscle he had before. It was entirely unsettling, though... it was rather a nice feeling to have such strength. Incent reached up to rub at his nose in dismay, only discovering that the pointed tip of his nose was blunted as well, much more subdued. In the midst of his confusion, the rattle of the airlock was an orienting stimulus.
The door opened up and the stranger returned from before, looking no different than before other than the fact that his skin had the same greenish tinge to it, seemingly proving Vincent's suspicions that it was the light creating the effect. What Vincent was more interested was the fact that they now shared the same lanky body type, and what had happened to him. Vincent was about to speak before the punk moved over and reached up, caressing Vincent's cheek in seeming approval.
"You're coming along ell, this is good." The stranger said. Vincent all but roared.
"What is going on? I demand that you tell me!" Vincent explained. The stranger nodded, chuckling softly.
"Of course, of course. We have time for that, come, sit." The stranger said, moving back for the bed. Vincent was surprised that it seemed so easy. He followed, a little dumbfounded. The stranger sat down onto the bed and patted the mattress next to him. Incent instinctively sat next to him.
"You're really going to tell me?" Vincent asked.
"Yes, I am." The stranger smirked, "It wouldn't be fair to you to have you make the choice without knowing all the details." The stranger said.
"What choice? I don't even know your name. Do you even know mine?" Vincent asked. The stranger nodded.
"I am Eric, and I know that you are Vincent. I know a lot about you, you were chosen because you are precisely who you are... You love swimming, the environment; you aren't a picky eater..." Eric explained. Vincent's rage was building.
"But what does that have to do with what you did to me? What does that have to do with Mohawks and piercings?!" Vincent asked. Eric reached across his own chest, his lanky arm moving to start rubbing at one of Vincent's stretched nipples, tugging and twisting on the piercing. Vincent's back arched against his will. Eric smiled.
"Well, that stuff is mostly personal taste, but... you see, we are to be mates... to share everything, to save everything." Eric said, leaning behind Vincent. He began massaging the captive's shoulders with puffy fingertips, the skin beneath the massage seeming almost rubbery and warm, soaked with moisture from the air. Vincent murmured, his eyes slipping shut at the massage, letting the words sink in. Eric massaged harder and deeper before he suddenly pushed Eric onto the bed, rolling him so his ass was in the air.
With surprising dexterity, Eric's gangly feet moved to grip onto the posts of the bed, holding him in place as he moved his hips. Vincent hadn't even had time to respond before he felt a large, long manhood pushing between his ass cheeks. He struggled in shock and dismay, trying to knock Eric off, but his movement only caused the shaft to slide several inches into his ass. Vincent was filled with both shock and pleasure he wish he could ignore. Eric pulled back and then thrust back in, slamming into Vincent's prostate. A wave of pleasure more powerful than anything he had felt before washed through his body. Vincent moaned.
"Please, don't... he whispered. Eric was surprised, his thrusting not stopping.
"You don't want this?" Eric asked, his legs pushing and pulling on the bed posts, giving him precise control over his love making.
"I... don't even... know what... this is..." Vincent panted, his eyes squeezed shut. His fingers dug into the mattress as he tried to come to grips with the experience.
"But Vincent, this is how we're going to save an entire species..." Eric said, moving to lick his captive's neck, "This is how we're going to save the ranathropes." Eric whispered.
"Thropes... like... Werewolves?" Vincent asked. Eric smiled, nibbling on Vincent's neck.
"Those are lycanthropes. Rana means frog..." Eric said, sliding an oddly long tongue out of his lips, sliding it along Vincent's cheeks before it pushed between his lips. Vincent gasped in surprise, but that was all it took for the tongue to plunge into his mouth. Soon the slimy length was wrestling his own tongue and exploring his mouth with a dexterity that Vincent had only dreamed off. It was several moments before he remembered that he was being violated. He forced the tongue out of his mouth before shaking his head.
"What do you mean, save them?" he moaned, the shaft still ramming his prostate. All the blood was rushing into his cock, but that only seemed to make it look more green... and larger than before.
"We're a dying breed. The air and water are polluted, the planet is getting hotter... but here, here we have a paradise, a chance at sanctuary. We just need to bring our numbers back, and you... are the perfect mate... Kind and kinky, innocent and innovative, delicious..." Eric said, licking his neck.
"Kinky?" Vincent moaned.
"I've seen how many times a day you pleasured yourself. Why not let me do it instead?" Eric whispered, reaching around Vincent's hip. His fingers curled around the green shaft, giving it a good squeeze before his and started sliding up and down, massaging the length. Vincent moaned, nearly collapsing in the pleasure. The best he managed was a light thrusting, sliding his shaft back and forth into the hand. His choice had the consequence of ramming his ass back and forth over the werefrog's cock, but that only made it feel all the better.
Vincent struggled with the concept, the idea... werefrogs, a species at the brink of being lost, the chance for survival. Eric had been correct in his assumptions; Vincent did care about the environment... and he didn't want any species to go extinct. Despite the kidnapping and the change of identity, Eric was seemingly very nice, and the sex was turning out to be fantastic despite having no say in it. Vincent swallowed his pride a bit.
"How do I become... a frog?" Vincent whispered. Eric all but moaned in delight, thrusting his huge meat into Vincent even faster and deeper.
"You're already on the path, but you have to embrace it, to give in, to accept it." Eric said. Vincent leaned back, thinking about all the changes, moaning as surges of pleasure still radiated out from his prostate. It took a long moment, but then the words came.
"I accept it." He whispered... and then his life changed forever. It was as if a door had been opened in his soul and pond water was pouring into it, filling him up. The green tinge of his skin started to grow brighter, especially on the backs of his hands and the tops of his feet. Every so slowly his nose was becoming even more subdued, his ass cheeks getting softer and tougher, almost like rubber as the green frog cock worked in and out of his pucker. The moisture in the room began collecting on their skin even more, the droplets being absorbed, making the skin seem almost a bit slimy.
The sensations were so good, they overwhelmed Vincent. His pierced tongue slipped out of his mouth, sliding along his chin and then hanging down longer, growing inch by inch. Eric's hands massaged Vincent's rubbery hips, Eric undergoing changes himself. As his hands worked the body of his lover, his fingertips were growing puffy, swelling out to be a bit bulbous. The hands became brighter and brighter green, the flesh between his fingers expanding, forming a web. All the extra skin only made the massage feel more divine to Vincent as he felt it. He went to groan, but what came out was far more of a croak as the muscles in his throat suddenly felt amazing. Pre began dripping from his green shaft as it swelled longer, a reward for the pleasure he had accepted into his life.
The feel of Eric's body on Vincent felt so right, but it felt very different as well. With each thrust, each rub and caress, Eric's skin was getting softer, slicker... and it felt good. Vincent loved how they felt together. He was becoming part of something greater, something more. Vincent pushed his hips back as Eric thrust forward, the two colliding. Vincent managed to turn his head to its limit and glance back at Eric appreciatively, though the change seemed to be progressing faster for both of them. As Eric's skin became greener, his frog tattoo and the green flame on his other arm was fading out from view, blending in. What did remain was the vibrant blue tattoo that almost seemed to contrast even more when compared to the jade flesh.
Vincent let out a lingering, growling moan that sounded even more like a croak. His eyes shimmered, color starting to sweep through his irises as fast as the pleasure swept through his body. The natural pigment of his eyes died away, becoming a bright gold color, almost orange in certain angles of the light. He began licking his lips, but his tongue was so long that it all but slapped him across the face. Vincent chuckled, sucking the tongue back in, his fingers digging into the mattress in pleasure. They felt a bit strange, as if his bones and muscles were changing. When he managed to work up enough strength to look down, he realized it really was the case. His finger tips ad swollen and were a little bulbous, but his fingernails had faded from sight.
Vincent's green rubbery flesh was uninterrupted by anything but the separation of his fingers, but even that was changing. The flesh began to knit together between the fingers, starting from the talk of the hand and advancing upwards, webbing them all together. Vincent was breathing rapidly, although his lungs seemed to be almost redundant, in the way. A new sensation was starting to sweep through the changing human, the sensation of breathing through his entire body.... Wherever the water was thickest on his skin, he felt as If he was breathing better. He could even smell Eric on his back where their skin came together. It was both surprising and delicious.
Eric stopped holding onto the bed and reached up, rubbing his froggy hands over the sides of Vincent's head. The skin around his purple hair was already rubbery and green, but that wasn't all. His ears seemed out of place and smaller, losing definition. Eric leaned in, nuzzling the hair that had abandoned the human pigments, taking on a far more unique shade. It would e a most handsome Mohawk indeed... and as Vincent's ears disappeared completely, leaving in their place a soft membrane, Eric knew they were that much closer.
While Vincent wasn't able to see Eric directly, the sounds and touches betrayed that he too was changing just as fast. His skin was turning green, his hands had changed and his moans were just as wild. Eric slammed his long frog shaft into Vincent's round green ass, practically inflating him with destiny. Vincent squeezed down, massaging Eric's length with each thrust, but Eric's hand had once more returned to his initiate's shaft. The human cock had been a mere five inches long, but Vincent was doing much better than that. It had been stretching slowly on its own, but each manual tug drew it out to eight inches, nine, even ten. Even his manhood had become rubbery and green, moist and extra sensitive. Vincent wouldn't have changed that for the world.
Eric watched in flee as the frog skin spread across his back and shoulders, connecting to the green spreading across his head and neck. His hands were large and gangly, the webs well blended. He was well on his way, but Eric's favorite part was coming up... He thrust even harder, hoping that Vincent would enjoy it as much as he. At first Vincent just started wiggling his toes because they felt a bit stiff, but soon his foot twitched and then throbbed. While most of his lower body was still peach, the skin on his toes began to turn green as they stretched. His bones were warping and moving, lengthening by the second. The distance between his toe knuckles was stretching dramatically, but the outer toes of each foot were growing even faster.
Vincent's shortest tone reached two and a half inches and kept going without any decrease in speed. If anything, they started to pull out faster, pulling so fast that they were taking flesh with them. The flesh fanned out between the longer toes, forming into a web as well, the longest toes slipping past six inches, creating a massive surface to push off from. Vincent groaned but Eric ran his gummy mouth along his partner's neck as an effort to comfort him.
"It's alright, just think how far you'll be able to jump, it'll be like flying." Eric whispered. Strangely enough, Vincent did find comfort in that, at least until his legs went numb. His crotch fell flat against the mattress but still Eric thrusted, sliding in and out of Vincent's ass at a frenzied pace. Vincent groaned gently, feeling the bones in his ankles change and shift, then his knees. The natural bend in his legs seemed exaggerated, the distance between them growing even longer to compensate for the height taken up by the bends... but as his new green skin advanced down from his groin and across his legs, he was regaining sensation and strength. He felt even more as the green from his feet began climbing up his legs. He truly was becoming one beautiful, cohesive creature, all thanks to Eric.
Vincent flexed his legs a bit before his new frog feet got a brace n the bed and pushed up, lifting his hips, giving Eric a far better surface to fuck. Eric continued to pummel in, but he felt the edge coming closer to closer as his own feet stretched and warped into their true form. He had waited so long to have a mate even half as handsome as Vincent, everything was working out perfectly. Eric began to grind and rub his hips to Vincent's ass, increasing the pleasure before he gasped and shuddered. Vincent felt the changes and suddenly bore down, adding friction and pressure to Eric's shaft as it filled his ass.
Eric's throat suddenly swelled up with air before he let out a long and lingering croak of delight and pleasure as his cock pulsed and he began unleashing rope after rope of sperm into his mate's ass. Without even trying, Vincent's throat grew huge as well before he let out a long lingering croak. The last patches of peach skin on his body disappeared, the green rubbery skin having taken over. Even his hair wasn't the same, the strands were taking on a stronger quality, starting to stand up on their own, rising into a purple Mohawk made of rubbery frills, making him look rather menacing... and that wasn't even counting his piercings.
Eric reached around Vincent's chest, not going for his cock, but instead his nipple rings. The thick frog fingers lipped through the heavy gold rings and began to tug and twist, stimulating them as much as possible, stretching the rubbery flesh. Vincent howled out, his nostrils flaring as his nose sunk back into his face, disappearing completely. Despite his nose disappearing, his mouth pushed out into a slight, perfectly round muzzle upon which his nostrils rested, mere slits... slits that still held a small gold ring. His golden eyes opened, taking in his surroundings, barely able to comprehend past the pleasure.
Eric's cock continued to slide in and out, churning his seed inside Vincent. The pleasure washed through the new frog, almost too much to bear. Everything he looked at brought him pleasure... from his huge hands to his long shaft, from his vibrant blue tattoo to his muscled, lean body. It was all beyond perfect... and that realization pushed him over the edge. His cock pulsed and then erupted with countless shots of pure seed that splattered all over the mattress, pouring for some time before finally falling still.
Vincent let out a long groan as he collapsed onto the mattress, heaving for breath. Eric slowly pulled out of his mate, his wet cock still dripping, but he had more important things to do. He reached out and turned Vincent over onto his back, his large hands and feet flopping to the sides of the bed. He looked splayed out like a frog ready for dissection, but that was far from Eric's mind. Eric moved to straddle Vincent, putting long muscled legs on either side of him before he pushed his muzzle to Vincent's. The two met lips, mouths parting before long, powerful tongues invaded each other's mouths like warring serpents. The tongues wriggled about, practically tying themselves into knots, even feeling each other's tongue piercings.
Vincent moaned, his throat inflating and deflating a bit as they kissed, getting fully into it. Eric's hands roamed Vincent's body, exploring the rings handing from the side of his skull, his brow, everywhere. He was such a dirty punk, Eric loved it. Despite the fact that both had cum, Eric and incent ground their half hard cocks together, smearing their juices over one another as they kissed, basking in it all. Moments gave way to minutes, and minutes to an hour before they broke their kiss for the first time. Their frog skin made it so they didn't even have to breathe while kissing to get the air they needed. It was absolute heaven. With the kiss broken, the two gazed into each other's golden eyes for what seemed like ages before, finally, Vincent broke the silence.
"That was amazing..." Vincent whispered.
"I know, right? It is every time... But it isn't the heat that gets me going, it's the humidity." Eric grinned. Vincent groaned.
"I bet you turned me into a frog just so you could make that joke." He said, sticking out his tongue almost a foot from his mouth before sucking it back up. Eric chuckled.
"Well, it wasn't the ONLY reason." Eric smirked. Vincent smiled, leaning up to nuzzle Eric's neck for a long moment.
"So did we do it? Did we save your-" Vincent paused, "Our, kind?" he asked. Eric nodded.
"We're one step closer; you've made all the difference." Eric explained. Vincent grinned.
"So now what? Do we get some flowers to decorate this room?" Vincent asked, looking around. Eric almost looked shocked.
"This? This isn't anything... This is a place to turn humans into frogs... But we're done with this place; we can go somewhere far better." Eric grinned.
"Like where?" Vincent asked softly.
"The house." Eric said, hopping off of Vincent, landing on the tiles with perfect balance. Vincent moved to climb up himself. Eric moved for the airlock door and turned the heavy wheel, unlocking it. Vincent stuck close behind, the two mohawked frogs stepping into the center. Eric looked over his shoulder, "Get that, will you?" He asked.
"Uh, okay." Vincent said, wheeling the door to the tiled room shut as Eric opened up the outer door and then pushed it forward. A blast of cooler air rushed in, though it wasn't too much cooler than the tile room. It was just as humid, but the air seemed a fair bit fresher. Eric walked out, his feet spreading across the smooth polished stones. Vincent followed, taking a few steps out before he came to a stop. It was just too impossible to believe... He had stepped out into a massive stone cavern held up with stone columns that hadn't eroded like the rest of the chamber, but it was far more than that... it was like an underground utopia, blending human and frog life seamlessly...
Cool underground springs fed creeks working from one side of the cavern to the other. Street lights of every color, style and size had been stolen and set around the cave, tied into a central power source. They cast warm orange and green glows, lighting the cave as if it was in an eternal twilight. They formed several paths, but all roads seemed to lead to a structure in the center of the cave, a structure that was clearly a house at first glance... but it was huge, larger than any house Vincent had seen before. As stuck in awe as he was, Vincent realized Eric was leaving him behind. He ran to catch up, his cock swaying before him as his huge feet moved across the stone almost like snow shoes. It was a good feeling.
In a minute they reached the steps of the old mansion, moving up toward it. The brick and plaster mansion was three stories tall, the third story mostly dominated with the black roof. Wrought Iron guard rails ran around the verandah that circled the house and wind shutters seemed out of place besides the immense windows. Eric reached up, turning the over sized door knob, opening it up. Vincent followed in, barely knowing what to say. Everything was o exquisite.... The house was well decorated with oriental rugs, posters, paintings and antique weapons. A tall cabinet with glass doors held numerous pieces of fine china, though there was a bit of a different temperament to the house, a unique flavor that seemed added on after the house's design.
While much of the house was old and stuffy, countless potted plants were arrayed through every room. Ferns, bushes, indoor flowering plants, night orchids and lilies... They thrived on the humidity and blossomed rather nicely, bringing nature inside the mansion. There were also musical instruments and the finest leather furniture Vincent had ever seen. He felt fairly certain that the later choices had been picked out by Eric. Vincent turned to congratulate Eric, only to see he was already moving up the grand staircase. Vincent ran once again to catch up, following him.
"Come on, the best part is down here." Eric called back to him. Vincent ran to catch up, slinging a lanky frog arm around his mate just to keep hi from getting separated again. Eric reached a door at the end of the hall and turned the knob, pausing before opening it, "This is our bedroom." Eric whispered, throwing the door open.
"Ours? I'm so glad that we-" Vincent trailed off, looking into the room for a moment before Eric tapped him on the shoulder. Vincent moved into the cavernous space, the wind knocked out of his lungs... which was hard for a frog. His feet were gripping the finest stone floor he had ever felt, the ceiling was so high that it had to be an extra story tall, and the walls were covered in sheets of stone. There was a huge four poster bed covered in fine blankets, but Vincent's attention was drawn to the relaxing bubbling in the corner... Set into the floor itself was a pool, larger than the largest hot tub Vincent had ever seen.
The sound of the bubbling water came from four gets where the slimy green water was pumped through, splashing back in, lily pads floating along the slimy murk. Vincent's heart fluttered. It was the most inviting thing he had ever seen. Vincent broke into a sprint, picking up speed before he jumped, flying almost ten feet before he plunged into the pool, sending out a wave of the green slimy slop. It soaked into his skin and his frills but Vincent loved it. His gangly legs kicked about, propelling him in circles around the edge of the pool.
Another surge of the water came as Eric dropped into the center, Vincent circling him before the frog boys tangled together underwater, their lips finding one another again before they entered a passionate kiss, humping each other softly. Minutes passed again, then another hour before the kiss broke and Eric bobbed to the surface, Vincent following suit right after. The green slime ran off of their skin, but their golden eyes held only love for one another. Eric reached his hand out, offering his bulbous fingers to his new mate. Vincent reached out, their fingers looping together, intertwining.
"Welcome home..." Eric whispered, smiling warmly. Vincent used their interlocked hands to tug Eric over and kiss him again, their froggy muzzles perfectly suited to fit together in the pure embrace of love.