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WARNING : The following story contains graphic descriptions
of sexual acts performed between consenting adults.  If you
are not at least 18 years of age then exit this file now.
If you do not like graphic sex, you probably wouldn't be 
viewing this story anyhow. This is a fantasy romp and is 
fun for everyone. Enjoy.
You may reach the author at the above address.
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<*> M/F,oral,humor,inter-species love 
 
If you want a story to get your jollies, this probably won't be
it. 
If you want a laugh or two, you may find it here.
If you want to explore in a lighthearted vein the overcoming of
obstacles to love, I hope this does it for you.

Louie and Ser

by Rock Hancock

     "Frankie, I've been thinking about the frogs. You know they
ain't so bad. In fact, that little one has some great legs on
her."

     "Louie, what're you talking about now? You're the one who
tried to fry them back in January. Now you say, they ain't so
bad. Next I suppose you'll want to play leapfrog with  em."
Frankie shifted on their branch, one eye watching the frogs, the
other turned to Louie.

     "Yeah well, that was a mistake, back in January. It's what I
get for listening to weasels. Now, I've been looking at Ser over
there on her lily pad and she ain't bad looking." Louie snagged a
passing fly and gulped it down. "Maybe if I took her a basket of
fruit flies, she'd like me."

     "Louie, Louie. Listen to me. She's a frog, you're an iguana.
See the difference here? I'm telling you, the boss is gonna fire
you if you get romantically involved with the frogs. You're
suppose to sell beer, not create a scandal."

     "Yeah, Yeah. I sell plenty of beer. Everybody watches the
commercials to see me. The big chimp ain't gonna fire me. And
what's wrong with me and a frog? Ever hear of Kermit and Miss
Piggy? Nobody says anything about them, Frankie. What's the
difference if it's me and Ser?"

     "Kermit and Miss Piggy is TV. This is real life. You're a
reptile for God's sake. She's an amphibian. And just between you
and me, they're a step down the evolutionary ladder. Now you
better practice for the next commercial. We've got work to do."

     "Oh yeah, big practice.  'Weizzzzzzz.' What's so hard about
that? I'm gonna steal the middle one's line. Big laugh."

     "It's wei, not weizzz and it's a line that'll sell lotsa
beer I'm sure, but it's what we're paid to do. You ever wonder
why the frogs only say their names? Amphibians ain't as smart as
reptiles, that's why. Louie, they're dumb. That's what they are.
Dumb. You'll be a disgrace to all iguanas and you'll get warts if
you mess around with Ser."

     "I don't care. I never seen a pair of legs as good-looking
as those on Ser. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna get her the biggest
basket of flies she's ever seen. Maybe some wine, too. Or you
think she'd prefer pond water?" With that, Louie, the lovesick
iguana, scurried away into the greenery of the swamp. 
     
     Frankie yelled after the disappearing iguana, "You better
watch out for Bud. He's a mean one. You can see it in his beady
little eyes. Can't trust frogs. Dumb, but mean. That's what they
are. Dumb and mean, I'm telling ya, Louie."

     Louie paid no attention to his partner. He was already
collecting flies for his lady love. Fly collecting is a
relatively easy task when you have a sticky 6" long tongue and
Louie rapidly filled his basket. He added a few bulrushes and a
cattail or two. A Jack-in-the-pulpit for color and he was all
set. He thought of getting her a fresh lily pad, but decided that
would be too forward. He didn't want her to croak when she saw
him.

     That evening, the frogs sat out on their lily pads.

     "Bud." The biggest one started off.
     "Wei Wei." The middle one chimed in.
     "Ser Ser Ser." The smallest one sang.

     Louie thought the frogs were trying to vary their rhythms,
hoping for a jazzier sound. He was about to say, "Forget it, you
don't have rhythm. Just do your lines," but he caught sight of
Ser's big green eyes bulging on the sides of her head. She
blinked languidly, slowly, and very seductively. 

     At least, in Louie's mind, it was seductive. Louie gripped
the branch tightly with his suction feet to keep from falling
into the water. His own eyes turned up and down at the same time
as he tried hard not to stare. His tail curled over his back and
his green skin turned pinkish with the rush of blood. 

     Remembering his gift, Louie held the basket with one hand
out to Ser and stammered, "I... I... thought you might like
these. They're fresh. Caught them myself, I did." He held the
white Jack-in-the-pulpit flower in the other hand. His tiny
three-fingered hands shook with excitement and his eyes swirled
around in his head.

     Ser ignored the flower and licked up a dozen flies at once
with her tongue. She swallowed, again closing her huge eyes. Her
eyes sank into her head with pleasure and then popped back out.
She snaked her tongue toward the basket for more, but stopped
when Bud hopped over.

     "Ser?" Bud croaked. "What's this?"

     "I'm Louie," Louie interrupted. "I brought Ser a gift. I
hope you don't mind. They're the best fruit flies in the swamp."

     "Flies?"

     "Yeah, have some," he answered, hoping the big bullfrog
wouldn't take too many.

     The other frog joined his brother and asked, "Why?"

     Louie said, "Louie," thinking the frog was introducing
himself.

     The frogs all blinked in unison at that and Louie felt he
was getting nowhere fast. He decided to take the plunge and see
if Ser would take a hop in the swamp with him. Iguanas don't hop,
but they can walk pretty fast. Louie knew he could keep up with
the frog and her hopping would show off those gorgeous gams. His
eyes rolled at the salacious thought. 

     He managed to focus both eyes on Ser, a sign of respect
among iguanas, and said, "I wonder if you would enjoy having a
picnic with me. I know this great place with lots of mosquitoes.
I mean if it's alright with your brothers."

     "Please Bud. Louie's okay; just misunderstood. And he did
bring me a delicious treat."

     "Misunderstood? Yeah, that's it; I'm misunderstood. I'm
really a nice guy. We won't be gone long." Louie added in his own
defense.

     "Why?" the middle frog croaked again.

     Bud turned an eye toward him, but kept Louie fixed in the
stare of the other. "Wei, dis ain't practice time. Go catch a fly
or somethin'. I gotta figure dis out."
     "Why? Why? Why is he misunderstood?" the middle frog asked
as he hopped away. Nobody answered his question.

     "Now look Bud. We ain't gonna be too far away. We're just
gonna have a picnic and be real close by. I'll bring you some
mosquitoes too. Ask Ser; she wants to go." Louie turned to Ser.
"Don't ya?" he asked.

     "Sure. I'd love a picnic. We practiced enough for one day,
Bud. Let me go, please?"

     Bud said, "You mess wid my sister and they gonna find ya at
the bottom of the swamp wid yer thing stuffed in yer mouth. Ya
got dat? Youse be a gentleman, hear?" 

     Louie gulped and nodded his head affirmative. The happy
couple hopped and scuttled along to Louie's picnic grounds. Louie
left the rest of the fruit flies behind for Bud. It would be easy
to catch more for Ser and himself later.

     Soon they came to a stagnant scum-covered pond. The pond was
an oily black colored liquid except where the algae spread out.
Those areas were a putrid shade of green. The pond was surrounded
by tall bulrushes, infested with mosquitoes and flies, a perfect
place for romance. Louie led his lady-love to a large flat rock
at one end of the pool.

     "What a lovely spot. However did you find it?" Ser asked.
While she waited for Louie to answer, she caught several of the
tasty mosquitoes with her tongue. There were so many, she really
didn't have to try very hard; even a tadpole could catch these.
But she decided to show off her double-twist, half-spin catching
technique. Ser's tongue snaked out like a coiled spring and just
as she snagged a treat, she spun the end of her tongue. The
mosquito performed a twirling dance on the tip of her spinning
tongue on its way to her mouth.

     Louie was mildly impressed and rolled both eyes in
appreciation. He then did a full-curl, roll and a reverse flip of
his tongue, snagging two mosquitoes at the same time. Again, he
let his tongue play out with a forward flip this time. This
maneuver caused the tip to point down and he grabbed a large
horse fly who chose that most inopportune moment to pass.  

     The buzzing of the angry fly made Ser laugh, her grin
stretched from ear to ear. She croaked, "Rib-it. Rib-it. Very
good indeed. I give you an 8 for style and 10 for technique."

     Louie's crinkly dry skin flushed deep scarlet, changing hue 
almost as well as a chameleon. His eyes rolled uncontrollably and
he tried to think of something to say, but was saved the effort.

     "You know, Louie, I've always had a special croak for you.
Want to hear it?" she asked.

     "Err... Sure... Yeah. Yeah, I wanna hear it."

     Ser launched into her song, croaking up and down the scale.
It was music to Louie's tympanic membranes which vibrated in tune
with her voice. Louie's heart melted.

     Ser finished with a series of deep bass notes, guttural and
suggestive in their intent. Louie was so caught up in her sexy
voice, he slipped off the branch. Just before splashing into the
pool, he caught himself by hooking his tail around a reed. He
saved face by catching a large dragonfly and presented it as a
gift to Ser just as she finished her song.

     When Ser stuck out her tongue to take it, she touched
Louie's. His face went even more crimson and his eyes spun in
their sockets. Ser's eyes were closed and sunk deep into her
head. Louie let his tongue slide along the length of hers and
soon they were Frenching. At one point, they almost tied their
tongues into knots. After several minutes, they paused long
enough to catch their breath. 
     
     Louie slipped a skinny arm around Ser; his three-fingered
hand caressed her hind leg. She rubbed her head against his scaly
neck and flicked her tongue around his tympanic area. Louie
remembered Bud's warning, but couldn't help himself. He felt as
if he'd known Ser all his life and his heart had always been
hers.

     As if echoing his thoughts, Ser spoke. "I know this sounds
silly, but I am so comfortable with you, so at ease. It's as if
we've always been together. It feels so right to be with you."
She slid her hind leg up under Louie's tail and rubbed her foot
against his sensitive erection. "Make love to me," she whispered
in a deep throated voice.

     Louie needed know further encouragement and moved behind the
frog. His tongue licked and kissed her tympanic membranes on each
side of her head while he slowly entered her willing wet slit. 

     Ser croaked happy little sounds of pleasure as the big
lizard started fucking her. She felt so hot and moist to Louie,
much warmer than he thought a cold-blooded frog would be. His own
skin seemed to be redder than normal, hotter than it should be as
well. He felt totally strange and intensely turned-on.

     Ser whispered, "Louie, something's happening to me. To you."

     Louie opened his eyes and noticed they were in front of his
head. Also he couldn't move them independently either. As he
continued fucking her with long slow strokes, he saw her body
changing before his suddenly stereoscopic eyes. 

     Ser had grown much larger and her skin no longer had that
mottled gray-green look he loved so well. It was now a shade of
tan, still hairless except for the top of her head which had
sprouted a luxurious growth of blond hair. Louie's hands slipped
over her shoulders and onto her chest. Here he felt two soft
mounds of warm flesh beneath his fingertips.

     The shock of these mammalian features forced Louie to jump
back from his lover. He looked down upon her from a great height.
He was standing on his hind legs, erect and in more ways than
one. His still unsatisfied cock waved in front of him as he
looked at Ser.

     Ser turned and got to her feet. She stood before him, not a
frog any longer. Ser had become a beautiful woman with long blond
hair flowing to her waist. This shocked Louie for a second, until
he realized that he was not a lizard anymore. Somehow, they had
both turned into human beings. 

     With this knowledge came the awareness that they had both
been lovers, but had fallen under a witch's spell and been turned
into a frog and an iguana, respectively.

     "Sara?" whispered Louie as he took her into his arms and
kissed her deeply.

     Sara finally broke the long kiss and said, "Oh Louie, we
found each other and broke the spell. But how?"

     "Our love can not be stopped by anything, not even a witch
can keep us apart. She made us into different creatures, but I
knew somehow, we'd find each other and break the spell."

     "I'm glad for one thing," Sara said, "you still have some of
your iguana attributes. I love it when you stick your tongue
out." She guided Louie down to the ground and turned around,
facing his feet. Sara sucked Louie's cock deep into her throat
all the way to the base with one quick slurp. Her eyes closed,
but didn't sink into her head as she deep-throated him.

     Louie noticed that Sara too had retained one frog
characteristic as well. She certainly knew how to use her mouth
on his organ. He snaked his tongue deep into her love tunnel -
doing a double twist with a half gainer at the tip. Just before
surrendering to their love-making, he noticed that Sara had
retained two characteristics; she had webbed toes.

THE END


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