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A Drop of Poison Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Firstgold92

Sunlight streamed down through the canopy of waxy leaves, casting a trillion shadows that were swallowed up by other beams of light, creating an ever changing collage of light and dark on the rainforest floor. Ian had heard his entire life about the disappearance of the rainforests. Logging, climate change, population expansion - it seemed like everything in the world was committed to destroying a very limited wonder of the world. Worse than that, countless numbers of species were dying off with no where left to go as their homes were destroyed. It was tragic, but it had always been a tragedy Ian had read about rather than experienced first hand. After years of hard work, Ian had finally gotten his graduation present; a trip to South America to hike through the rain forests.

Ian was twenty two years old, five foot eleven and had smooth black hair. It had been an average length when he set out, but it had grown during the weeks of travel to be just long enough to pull back into a three inch pony tail. Hazel eyes surveyed the change in the landscape and he continued on, taking pictures of almost everything he saw. The nature of it all was just so magnificent... and moist. Ian felt as if he was walking through a cloud, having the faintest rain soak through his hair and clothes, but because it was close to the same temperature as everything else, it was more like the faintest pressure on his skin.

Much to Ian's delight, it seemed that the plants all around him seemed alien, adapted to living in such a different environment. Some vine plants existed with just exposure to the wet air, while other particular thirsty plants collected water in pitchers, steeping the rain water for slow and steady consumption or even to lure in small animals to digest. It was a beautiful place to say the least, but even more than the plants, Ian had been amazed by the animals.

He'd seen primates, insects, snakes and spiders of countless variety. They were all quite amazing, though much harder to take pictures of. Still, as Ian started to think about it, he hadn't seen any animals in a while. The forest was strangely absent of almost anything other than plants. Ian looked around, wondering if he was just missing them or if there was a reason for the absence. Still, he continued along, undaunted. Ian brought out his camera and focused on the plants, getting a few more good shots as he moved along.

A few drops of water gathered on the camera lens, flaring out the light for interesting effects. Ian kept looking for the next good subject for his pictures, feeling drawn to bright colors. He got several good shots of flowers and a contrast of the sun and trees, but when Ian turned to focus in on some neon yellow, he froze in place. Sitting on a waxy leaf was a small yellow and black poison dart frog. Tiny bulbous fingers held onto the leaf and large, black eyes peered around curiously.

The frog was only the size of a large strawberry but its skin glistened like wet rubber, coated in toxin that had earned it its name. Ian lifted his camera and took several photos of the frog with a widening grin on his face. He tried color isolation, close ups, wide shots. It was marvelous to say the least, though eventually the yellow and black frog turned and leapt, springing with surprising agility, arching through the brush before a splash was heard further on.

Ian felt his heart flutter a bit, wondering if he'd struck the mother lode. The young man pushed through the vines and leaves, ducking under low branches, taking another step before his boot came down in a puddle of water. Ian looked around to see the pond as it stretched out like an oasis around him. The pond was the size of a small swimming pool, but it was surrounded by lush foliage... and more colorful frogs than Ian had ever imagined in his life. Every species, every color, there was a rainbow of the tiny creatures. The rainbow colored frogs breathed gently, hanging out on stones, leaves and other surfaces, their dark eyes peering around at the intruder curiously.

"This is the most amazing thing I've ever experienced..." Ian whispered, snapping pictures away. Neon red, blue, yellow, green, purple, orange... The frogs had every color under the sun in striking concentration. It was a warning to predators that they were not very palatable but it was that warning that made them so very beautiful. Ian spent a few moments taking pictures of a particularly bright orange frog before he noticed a strip of color longer than he'd seen in the oasis so far.

At first Ian believed it to be a cluster of blue and black frogs, but without any seams he wondered then if it was the largest poison dart frog ever. Ian turned to get a better look, his eyes widening slowly as he saw the most impossible sight of his life. The strip of blue and black was not a large frog, but part of an even larger one. Reclined on the edge of the pond was a massive, humanoid poison dart frog. He looked to be roughly five foot five, but it was impossible to tell with how gangly his limbs were, though it was clear he was male.

His skin was a cerulean blue with black leopard spots thickest around his shoulders and hips but also across his head. While having a humanoid neck, his eyes were much larger than those of a human and his face extended into a perfect, sleek dart frog muzzle. The frog man reached up to rub at his chest with his three fingers and thumb, the tips rounded and plump. His feet were large enough to resemble swim flippers, but the toes were capped with the round plump balls as well.

The entire scene was too perfect, too strange, too startling to ignore. Ian stood there dumbfounded by it all. He gazed at the frog, studying him from head to toe, even doing a double take at his rather wide manhood made of glistening blue flesh. Just like his smaller cousins, the frog man's rubbery skin was slick with a combination of the mist from the rain forest, pond water, and his own natural toxins.

The silence continued for a long moment before one of the dart frogs let out a small chirp, then two more repeated it. The frog man turned, his black eyes spotting Ian. Slowly a smile crept across his muzzle before he stood up. Ian backed up with a slight gasp, seeing the creature move under his own power, realizing just how real he was. Ian stumbled a bit as he backed up, but the frog man looked hurt.

"Do not be afraid..." The frog said with a faint Brazilian accent. Ian's jaw dropped slowly. The frog grinned a bit, "American, yes?" he asked.

"Y...yes." Ian replied, stunned.

"Welcome." The frog said, reaching up a hand to caress Ian's cheek. Ian gasped softly as he felt the silky soft skin against his cheek, grinning a bit more. For a moment it was very lovely, but then Ian realized what had happened. His cheek went numb, then his mouth, then his arms. Ian looked at the frog with surprise before he fell forward onto his knees. His vision blurred and he gazed up, seeing only the outline of the frog's body before he collapsed completely, landing in the puddle. The frogs chirped all around, echoing out into the forest.

****

Ian's head throbbed as his consciousness started to return to him. He felt something lumpy along his spine and tried to move, though as he did he felt the pressure of bindings around his body. He opened his eyes slowly, grunting as the sunlight hit his eyes. He felt hung-over, the after affects of the poisoning no doubt. Ian replayed what had happened in his mind, trying to determine if it was even remotely real or if he'd imagined it all as a delusion caused by an insect bite, but as he looked at his body, he got the answer.

During his unconsciousness, Ian had been tied up against a slanted tree trunk. Vines bound his arms and ankles and even his waist, though he'd been stripped of his clothes. Lying naked in the forest, Ian struggled against the binds but they only tightened until he stopped, fearing cutting off more circulation. A soft chirping sounded in his ear and Ian turned his head, seeing a tiger striped orange and black frog right next to his head. Ian murmured softly before he turned, looking the other direction. On the left side of his head, two neon green frogs stood guard.

"This can't be real..." Ian whispered.

"But it is better than real... Or at least it can be." The accented voice returned. Ian looked up to see the blue frog man approach. To Ian's surprise, his manhood firmed a bit as the creature approached. Ian blushed, trying to think of unsexy things.

"I'm not very tasty, you won't enjoy me." Ian whispered.

"That isn't the kind of eating I had in mind." The frog smirked gently, "I am sorry for what we did, but it was needed. You had to be made tolerant." The frog said.

"Tolerant? To... what?" Ian asked. The blue frog moved, lifting his leg over Ian's, coming down to straddle his prisoner. Ian gasped in absolute shock as his manhood brushed another and their groins touched. A minty tingling spread into his lap, especially from the touching cocks, but no numbness came. Ian gasped gently and the frog humped against him, grinding a bit more. Ian pulled against the binds as much for support as trying to escape. His cock pulsed and hardened and the frog humped back a bit more, grinding. Ian moaned, biting his lip, surprised to taste something faintly honey like on his lips. He licked at the flavor before looking back at the creature that had captured him.

"See?" the frog smiled, reaching up to caress Ian's black hair. Ian cringed a bit, but when the numbness didn't take him, he relaxed a little. The frog smiled with relief, sensing the human's slight ease.

"How did you do it?" Ian asked.

"Repeated exposure in increasing doses...."the frog replied.

"And why did you do this?" Ian asked after a moment. The frog looked a bit hurt, his large black eyes glistening a bit.

"I... I wanted us to be able to talk, to touch, to... be able to see if we had any chemistry." The frog said. Ian's eyes widened.

"Chemistry? We just met, we... I mean you are amazing, but I don't even know your name." Ian replied. The frog looked surprised before blushing slightly, his blue cheeks turning greenish.

'I'm Dak." He said softly. Ian smiled a bit.

"I am Ian." He replied, "And... if you let me go, I promise I won't run away..." Ian said, though he wasn't sure if he was telling the truth or not. Dak seemed to consider before shaking his head.

"Not yet, you're not fully used to my toxin yet." Dak said. Ian looked flummoxed.

"But if you can lay on me, what's left/" Ian asked. Dak grinned and leaned forward, bringing his froggy lips to the human's. Ian murmured in surprised as the strong muzzle pried his lips apart and a tongue darted into his mouth. To Ian's surprise, he felt so turned on that he started to suckle on the tongue, slurping and wrestling with it. He was quite eager, even as his world started to spin. Ian's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Ian's body went limp as he passed out again and Dak lifted his head, looking at the human. He reached up to pet his cheek again before humping him a little more, shuddering as his frog sperm leaked out across the human's lap. Dak leaned down to nuzzle Ian's neck happily, lying with him.

****

Once more, Ian found himself swimming back to wakefulness. He felt more comfortable this time. He was on a flat, warm surface that heated his muscles and let them relax, though his feet were a bit cooler, draped into something cool. Ian opened his eyes and gazed up at the canopy before he moved to sit up, looking at his surroundings. He was back at the oasis, laid out on a warm stone, his feet in the pond. Five small poison dart frogs rested on his torso, one with his tiny hand on a nipple. Seeing that Ian was awake again, they crawled over before jumping into the pond, swimming around.

Ian sat up in wonder, amazed that he had developed such an immunity. He reached up to scratch an itch on his face and found a bit of stubble, making him wonder how much time had passed. It was impossible to tell without a watch or anything. He pushed his thoughts of the date aside and tried to get a better look of his surroundings. At first it looked normal, but then he realized glower blossoms had been scattered around the area, almost like a romantic gesture.

Ian heard a faint sound and turned, seeing Dak walking over, his lithe body glistening easily in the sunlight. In his hand he held a pitcher plant severed just below the base. It wasn't until that moment that Ian realized how very hungry he was. Dak crouched down and brought the pitcher plant to Ian's lips and tipped it back. Ian opened wide and tasted the clean aloe flavored water pour across his tongue. He guzzled it down, feeling refreshed, starting to touch a sweet honey like taste, realizing that Dak had been feeding him during his sleep with the same sweet nectar. After a long moment, Ian reached up and pushed the pitcher back vertical.

"Thank you very much, though... I'm still so lost." Ian whispered. Dak shook his head.

"You're not lost, you're right here, I found you." Dak smiled. Ian blushed a bit.

"Well, yes you did..." Ian smiled softly, "And when I'm not tied up, I like your style, but people are expecting me..." Ian said gently, trying not to hurt the frog. Dak hesitated, shifting a bit, knowing Ian wasn't yet fully comfortable.

"But I can make it so good for you here. Ian, I can tell you're different. You came here caring about the rain forest, not wanting to hurt it. You want to save it, and you came in person. That's more than most humans." Dak said.

"I do, I want to save it, I want to experience it, but I have a life back home, I-" Ian was interrupted as Dak leaned in, his lips tracing Ian's before they kissed again. Ian knew he should have pulled back, but he embraced the frog, feeling his triangular tongue, slurping messily before Dak broke the kiss.

"A life of what? Doing the same job day after day, dreaming of making a difference or being free? Why do that when you can actually be free? Be with me, be a part of nature." Dak whispered, reaching to caress Ian's cock. Ian groaned as the blood rushed into his shaft quickly, the tingling sinking into his core. The shaft darkened with blood as it hardened and filled. Ian murmured in conflict before he leaned into kiss the frog again. Dak was so surprised and delighted that he parted his lips and filled Ian's mouth with his tongue.

Ian reached up slowly and stroked Dak's smooth head, leaning into the embrace more. Dak squirmed in delight, moving to caress Ian's black hair. His fingers traced through the strands, pulling out the small rubber band that had kept it in the short ponytail, but as Dak stroke the hair, something surprising was happening. The black hair bleached out in parts, streaks lightening and brightening to blonde, then almost a neon yellow. The streaks were vibrant and turned Dak on deeply. He let out a shivering moan before he pushed Ian back onto the rock, making the human gasp.

"I need you, I want you... Be with me, be mine." Dak whispered.

"It wouldn't hurt... to try it for a little while..." Ian whispered, mesmerized. Dak grinned in delight and kissed his partner once more, moving to lift his legs and spread them apart, exposing the human's rear. As Dak brought his hips forward, Ian inhaled. He had only been with one other man before, and he had not been gentle... Dak, however, seemed destined to be different. He slid his shaft up and down between Ian's cheeks, the tingling toxin causing the muscle to relax before Dak tilted his hips and began pushing in.

Ian murmured as his muscles spread wide, accepting the thick meat inside of him. Dak pushed forward and ground gently before pulling back and Ian reached up to caress the frog's chest. The tingling seeped into Ian's fingers, making the tips a bit puffy but Ian didn't care. He felt marvelous. Dak started to thrust in and out deeper, spreading the tingling up into Ian's body. Ian couldn't see, but the toxin was starting to have a profound affect on him. His ass cheeks were darkening, staining a similar neon blue to Dak's skin. Small speckles of black appeared on the blue, a contrast to the larger leopard spots of his partner, but Ian was still none the wiser.

Dak thrust in and grinding deep, his hands moving to grip Ian's hips. It felt so very good, as if he was finally fulfilling his true purpose. He had been alone practically since he was a tadpole, but at last he had someone - someone to hold, someone special, someone to be with. Dak could already tell Ian was a great man, but he would make an even greater frog. Dak thrust more and more with delight, panting as he mated Ian, watching Ian moan and squirm and start to break a sweat. It wasn't hard to do with the humid temperatures, but Ian was sweating more than ever. Dak leaned down and licked Ian's forehead, tasting the sweat... and the familiar tang of toxin just starting to seep out of his body.

The two went at it harder and faster, their bodies shaking and rubbing and moving with vigor. Ian started to push back more against the cock invading his ass and soon the two tumbled into the pond, water sloshing over them. Dak rolled until Ian was on top, suddenly riding an impaling cock like he was a cowboy in a rodeo. Ian bounced up and down, the water sloshing across his skin, causing the human to groan and moan sharply. Dak gazed up at his lover from under water, the rippling making it impossible to see anything but a vague blue shape and the large black eyes.

Ian took a deep breath before he plunged his head down into the water and kissed Dak. The frog grabbed Ian's head and held him in the kiss for a long moment, water sloshing into their mouths as their tongues wrestled before Dak finally released Ian. Ian burst out of the water, gasping for breath, riding the cock hard, clenching his ass. It was the most fantastic sex he had ever had in his life; he couldn't imagine anything ever coming close. He clenched his ass, trying to give Dak more pleasure and Dak only thrust harder.

The blue and black on Ian's ass had spread up the small of his back, though as it past his waist, the skin on his back was turning as black as night itself. For a moment it looked almost like black leather or latex, but then a faint neon yellow line appeared along his spine before it split out, creating an oval ring that branched out, zig zagging along his ribs, creating another ring up the middle of his shoulder blades before disappearing into his black and neon yellow hairline. Everywhere enclosed by the yellow rings turned solid black, but the flesh on the outside edge was the stark blue.

Ian kicked into the water a bit, dragging his legs around. As the water washed over his feet, his toes started to grow longer and longer, stretching out, becoming stronger and more spindly at the same time. Even the tips of the toes bulged out into slight balls. The blue coloring from his back and ass spiraled down his legs, coating them as even the muscles changed. His knee grew stronger, his legs developed longer muscle and a new joint started forming half way between the knee and ankle.

Dak kept ravaging Ian's ass, unable to see most of the changes, but he knew they were coming. He speared up into Ian, finally striking the prostate, making the human scream out in bliss. The poison dart frogs chorused out chirps in reply, celebrating the birth of their new brother. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ian realized he was starting to understand the other frogs, but he was so focused on mating that he didn't notice.

Ian tilted his head back, his hair cascading across his neon shoulders, panting hard as he rode the shaft up and down. With each thrust and breath, his stomach started to round a little, not becoming a belly, but becoming plumper along the torso. There was still definition and slight muscle, but it was almost as if his rib cage had changed. Even his chest firmed, though a soft blue patch of rubbery skin grew out from the center of his chest, spreading outward rapidly. Very few speckles covered his stomach, but much like Dak they darkened as they reached his shoulders.

Dak reached up to rub at Ian's arms, feeling the muscles firm and the skin change. Ian had never felt so alive before. It was as if his blood was on fire. His entire body glistened as if he had been basted in a fine oil, but just like Dak it was a combination of pond water, rain mist and his own unique brand of toxins. Ian ground hard down, feeling the root of Dak's cock against his ass. He had never felt so fulfilled in any sense of the world. He didn't want it to stop, he actually felt like taking Dak up on his offer.

As Ian started to imagine what it would be like to be a frog, Dak was still ahead of him. Fantasizing about his frog partner pushed Dak over the edge. His balls seized up, his shaft pulsed and soon a thick spray of hot frog sperm sprayed deep into Ian's ass. Ian gasped, feeling the heat and thickness, but he felt something else as well. The heat spread through his body, climbing up through his core before it burned into his brain.

Inky blackness spread across Ian's eyes, displacing the white and even hiding the hazel until all of the orbs were glassy and black. Ian blinked several times before drool leaked from the corners of his mouth, his tongue pushing into a point. Ian was past reason or even thinking as the transformation started going after his most basic biological points. Dak pushed himself up out of the surface of the water, watching his mate undergo the next phase of changes.

At first it was subtle, slight changes in size. Ian's ears started to shrink, the lobes diminishing steadily while his lips grew thicker and rounder. His nose widened but his nostrils stayed the same size. Dak watched with giddy excitement to see the frog blossom out of the human, though it was unlike anything he had ever seen before. As Ian's nose widened out, becoming flat on the top and angled on the sides, Ian's black eyes tilted outwards, no longer front facing but set on an angle that let him see in more directions. The peripheral vision expanded into his brain and Ian felt oddly at peace.

Ian's face was wedged wider by the expanding nose, making much more room for his mouth. His lips elongated, spreading back across his cheeks. Every time it appeared there would be no more room for mouth, his face elongated just a bit - first with his lower jaw, but then with his elongating muzzle as well. Dak was so turned on he couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Ian's head and pulled him into a kiss.

Their lips brushed and mingled like never before, more suited to one another. Dak opened his mouth wide, clamping down on either side of Ian's new muzzle. The muzzle continued to grow, but as Ian's lips parted, they tangled their tongues in a way only frogs were able to. At long last, Ian's ears were gone, leaving only rubbery flesh sensitive to sound. The edge of his nose sunk into his face, leaving only a muzzle with reptilian slits. His skin became more durable and rubbery, the body hair disappeared from most of his body, but to Dak's surprise, one thing didn't change - Ian's hair.

While Ian had the head of a frog, he had a mane of black and neon yellow hair that swept off to one side of his head, matching the colors on his back. His long, gangly toes and fingers wiggled in pleasure his skin glistened with its potency. Dak would have been swept off his feet if he wasn't already in a pool, but Ian was desperate for more. His chest puffed a little bit as he panted in and out, but his hard on was raging.

Ian reached down to curl his long fingers around his shaft, giving himself a few good strokes before he realized things were different. For one, his grip had never been so seductive, and secondly, his cock had never been so glorious. Ian looked down only to see a blue chest, stomach and groin with a cock as thick as a beer can and at least nine inches long. Ian wanted to be freaked out, but instead he started masturbating frantically.

"Dak, finish me off, finish... what you started!" Ian moaned. For a split second Dak was confused before he realized what his lover meant, a grin crossing his face. Dak pulled out of Ian's ass and swam around, facing him fully forwards before he leaned up. Dak's triangular frog tongue slathered along the underside of the thick blue cock above him before his muzzle parted and he took the cock into his mouth.

The rubbery lips clamped down around it, adding a considerable amount of pleasure as he drove up and down the length. Ian fell back into the pool, the water washing over him, but to his surprise he could still breathe. Ian was so stunned that his entire body felt to be alive with oxygen that he forgot what Dak was doing, but only for a moment. Dak sprung into the pond with a big splash and came down on the cock again, sucking vigorously. He massaged Ian's tummy with one hand, the other stroking his leg, feeling the muscle.

Ian tried to last, to hold back, but he felt himself coming toward the edge. He didn't think of his family or his job, of his future or world politics. He was in that moment just a frog having a good romp, an animal in rut, mating as instinct told him to. Life was perfect and good and all it had taken was a drop of poison to get the ball rolling. Ian thrust into Dak's mouth more and more before he let out chirps of delight, the sound emerging as mere bubbles into the pond.

Dak was so busy on the pleasure end of things he didn't feel the orgasm coming until the hot goo sprayed down his throat. He guzzled it greedily, at last tasting the flavor of his partner. He could feel that Ian had given in, that they were together and that there was no end to what the two could accomplish together. Dak sucked Ian off until the flow subsided and then he plunged down into the pool with his lover.

As the waters grew still, Ian and Dak could see each other clearly... Two magnificently blue poison dart frogs, but Ian with his touches of neon yellow as well. They were stark, handsome, amazing, and very much connected. Dak wrapped his gangly arms and legs around Ian and cuddled up for a good sleep beneath the pond waters, never happier in his life. As Ian held Dak, he started to realize much the same thing, though life would be far different for him.

****

Bird song carried in the trees along with the soft patter of another rain coming down from the canopy. It was another brilliant day in the rain forest... and another brilliant day for love. Dak crouched down before springing off, his hundred pound body bouncing along like a ball in a game. His huge frog mouth was curved into a grin as he heard the clatter of leaves behind him. Ian was bounding along, trying to get used to his new legs. He miscalculated trajectory and landed on the side of the tree, but thanks to his new hands and feet, he held on just long enough to push off and catch up more ground.

The giant frog men continued their chase away from the pond, up a small stream and toward the roaring cascade of a small waterfall. Just as Dak reached the edge of the larger pool, Ian caught him from behind. The two went tumbling into the water, floating for a moment with their limbs dangling every which way. Ian wrapped an arm around Dak's waist and pulled him in, the two looking at each other with their deep black eyes before they closed them and kissed in the water.

The cascade massaged their rubbery flesh as they embraced, washing up against the slope of the creek bed just beneath the surface. Their triangular tongues lapped and toiled, their chests puffing with their pleasure. Even their cocks rubbed and ground as they held onto one another. Dak had taught Ian where to find water, what bugs to eat, but with every day that passed, he felt more connected to nature. Everything came to him more easily... everything but what he was going to do that night. As Ian sat up and emerged from the water, Dak followed, the water careening off of his smooth head. He looked at his lover before tilting his head.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Dak asked gently. Ian shook his head.

"Nothing's wrong, I just... I just have to do one last thing." Ian said softly, "I have to go into town and send my parents a letter saying that I'm staying here, so they have closure." Ian explained. Dak considered for a long moment, thinking of his own parents and what it would have been like if he knew what happened to them. At long last he smiled, looking into Ian's eyes.

"Then I will help you. I know which way the town is, where to get things... We'll do this together, just like we'll live the rest of our lives together." Dak said. Ian cooed gently.

"You are the sexiest beast ever, you know that?" Ian asked, pulling Dak into another kiss. Dak wrapped his arms and legs around Ian, never wanting to let go. Ian was so perfect, so right, so caring... He cared about his parents, about Dak, about the rain forest. Dak finally felt complete, and he knew he'd spend the rest of his life making sure Ian felt the same. As the two kissed, they felt small nudges on their legs. Ian looked down and soon Dak did to see their rainbow of tiny cousins swimming around, trying out the waterfall water, seeming quite pleased. They dove off the stones, crawled all over Dak and Ian and generally seemed quite pleased.

Ian chuckled and Dak soon joined in before they pushed off of the shore and swam about together, basking in the glory that was their new life together. Ian had never expected anything remotely like what had happened to him, but he had come to the rain forest to see and experience new things. Nothing was newer than a brand new lease on life as a member of the forest he had heard about his entire life, especially when he had someone to share it with.