The Frog Princess (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales Book 14) Read online

  The Frog Princess

  Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales, Volume 14

  by

  Julie Law

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  THE FROG PRINCESS

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  Copyright ©2017 Julie Law

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  “Will that be all?” Victoria’s voice echoed inside the throne room, and her seneschal hurried to nod.

  “Yes, your majesty. For today at least.” He fidgeted momentarily, and she let him squirm for a bit. Williams was a greedy and ambitious man, but he wasn’t stupid. He understood loyalty to her, and good work, would keep him in a very comfortable position for a very long time, and he knew she was a popular monarch. He was loyal to her, even if that loyalty was because he understood that was better for him.

  She gave him a nod and silently sent him on his way, and he bowed at her before turning on his feet. The woman waited until she was alone in the throne room to sigh and relax against the throne. Another sigh escaped her mouth when she actually did so. If there was a perk to being queen was that she got all the best things.

  It didn’t compensate the worries and the demands of the job, however. Or the losses she suffered to get it. A pang it her heart momentarily, but she closed her eyes and tried to ignore it, tried to let it go. She was a queen, a beautiful queen, but she was only queen because her family died. Her older brother perished when he fell from his horse, her mother died a few years after giving birth to her, and her father fell sick after her brother’s death and his heart failed.

  Victoria had been queen for two years and she hated it. The constant pressure on her shoulders, the vying for her attention by everyone at court. She was tired, and she couldn’t continue like this for long.

  The pressure some of the more powerful nobles were exerting in trying to make her marry wasn’t helping. Most hoped she would pick one of their sons as a husband, but that was the furthest thing in her mind. She was only twenty-three, there was plenty of time to worry about marriage later, and no matter how much they complained they couldn’t force her into anything. The people loved her, and she had their complete support. That could change with time though, and she couldn’t completely alienate her nobles.

  She stayed like that for some time, completely sprayed out over her throne, but eventually gathered herself and got to her feet. No one could see her like that or rumors would start, and so she blanked her face, hid every emotion she was feeling and let her queenly mask take over her features.

  The guards outside the throne room straightened when she passed by them, and she acknowledged them with a nod, but went on her way without a word. They weren’t the guards that she had known since she was a child; age and time took them from her. Most were alive and well, but they had retired, and now she had shiny new guards she didn’t know, and didn’t know how to get to know them. As a child it was easy, even ignoring she had always been a very outgoing girl; now every time she interacted with someone she had to take into account what they might want to get out of her friendship.

  Everywhere she looked, Victoria would see men and women she recognized but didn’t really know. Their faces were familiar, they had been around her for years, but they weren’t those persons she would have called friends when she was young.

  It tugged at her heart.

  It hurt. She was lonely as she had never been, and she feared the future wouldn’t be very different.

  Without really thinking about it she let her feet take her towards the gardens. Her people knew not to bother her when she visited, and so the couple of gardeners tending to the roses and the orchids turned on their feet and left with barely a nod, leaving the young queen to her solitude. Victoria paused to smell one of the roses and a smile took hold of her lips. At least these were the same they had always been. The gardeners might change, but the garden remained the same.

  It was built on her mother’s orders, and though its construction was before Victoria’s birth it was one of the only places she felt close to the other woman. She had one or two memories of her mother carrying her while they walked through this garden, and she used those memories to connect with her. Her mother died when she was five, and she could barely remember her, but she felt warm every time she thought about her.

  Her father and brother had loved to talk about her mother, and she was always fascinated by the stories, and how adventurous she had been. That many of the flowers that now grew on the garden were planted by her only made Victoria more passionate about the place.

  She always came here when she was feeling melancholic, when she tried to lose herself in memories of the past; the garden stood as it had always been, and she hoped to go back in time for a bit. Maybe if she did she wouldn’t feel so out of everything.

  Victoria couldn’t say how long she walked between the flowers and the trees, she just let her feet take her away, and then stopped beside one of the founts. She sat down and let her hand trail down to the water, flinching back at how cold it was at first, then getting used to it and repeating the gesture.

  She only turned away when she heard a sound. She blinked at first, not understanding where it came from, and then heard it again and recognized it as a croak of some kind. She gazed around and found a frog looking back at her.

  She blinked again when all it did was blink back at her, and she hesitated. She wasn’t like plenty of other noblewomen who would shout and scream for help at the sight of a spider or a rat, but she didn’t exactly enjoy playing around with little critters. She made a shooing motion at it, hoping it would go away, but it just blinked again and remained still.

  Her lips pursed. She couldn’t say she was used to playing around with animals of any kind, she didn’t even care that much for horse riding, but the frog seemed to be behaving in a strange manner. When it continued looking at her she reached out with a foot, trying to push it away.

  The moment she touched it a shock ran up her leg and she yelped, taking back a couple of steps. She blushed and looked around, hoping no one had seen her look like a fool, and when no one approached she breathed out and turned to the frog.

  “Stop that.”

  Victoria blinked, and her mouth fell open. She closed it and opened it again, trying to let out the words that wanted to get out of her throat, but all she managed was a single word. “What?”

  The frog seemed to tilt its head at her. “You’ve heard that?” The voice was squeaky, and barely audible, but Victoria heard the incredulity in it. Not that she could blame the frog: she couldn’t believe it was talking to her either.

  She turned on her feet and made to leave before anyone saw her and realized she was insane, but the frog jumped into her path and made her stop.

  “Don’t go.” Only the amount of emotion she heard in its voice, the sheer desperation, made her still. Part of her still hadn’t fully understood what was happening, but another went with the flow and took control of her body and of her motions, and turned to the frog.

  She let her eyes move over it. It was a tiny thing, light green with almost glowing yellow eyes. It wasn’t different from any frog she had ever seen or heard of before, but something about it was obviously special. Victoria opened her mouth and closed it again without saying anything. There wasn’t anything she could even think of saying in that moment, not when she was faced with something completely impossible.

  The frog mo
ved forward, hesitant, its eyes obviously looking up at Victoria’s. She looked back at it in silence. “Speak something else!”

  “What do you want me to say, exactly?” She questioned, sarcastically. She still had trouble believing it was happening, but part of her moved on nonetheless, and faced the problem head on.

  A quick look around showed she was alone, and that was enough to reassure her momentarily. At least no one would know she was talking to a frog and hearing it answer. Sure, she was insane, but if no one else knew about it she could continue with her life as it was.

  “You do understand me.” The frog jumped and came to rest on where it had started, and its voice grew even more squeaky, obviously excited. “How? No one has ever understood me before, I think.” It paused and grew hesitant. “I can’t remember the past very well.”

  “And are there many talking frogs like you?” Victoria’s voice was amused, though still incredulous. She rocked back on her feet when the frog continued to approach, fearing another shock like the one before.

  “No, none like me.”

  She didn’t react to the emotion she heard in that voice, but part of her wanted to. The loneliness and despair she heard in it called to the same emotions within her, and without quite meaning to she leaned down and looked better at the frog, letting it approach even more. When it stopped half-a-foot in front of her, she reached with one hand and touched its skin.

  For a moment, she almost wanted to say it started to purr, if a frog was even capable of a comparable sound, but then she remembered it was talking to her, and she decided to put any other oddity about it aside. What that told her about her life, Victoria couldn’t help but wonder. She was comforting a talking frog in her gardens, a frog that seemed just as lonely as she.

  She shook her head and tried to get rid of such thoughts. She needed to focus on what was happening right then in front of her, and she needed to use her head. The more she thought about it, the less insane she believed herself to be. Sure, talking to a frog didn’t make any sense, but she felt fine, and it wasn’t as if there weren’t plenty of mysterious events in their world.

  Victoria never cared much about tales of magic, witches and special abilities, but she knew plenty of people believed in them. There were so many tales being told that some of them might have some value to it. That didn’t explain what the talking frog was doing there, in her garden, talking to her.

  “Who are you?” She asked eventually, resisting the urge to use the word what, after a couple of minutes of petting it. It was a little disgusting, she could admit to herself, but nothing she couldn’t ignore in order to comfort another sentient being.

  “I …” It started, then paused, and the manner in which its head cocked showed hesitation. “I’m not sure. My head’s fuzzy.”

  She opened her mouth and closed it without saying anything, hoping the frog would be able to answer her, thinking about what she could do to jog its memory. It seemed to be trying to remember, almost humming under its breath and tilting its head one way and the other, and she loathed to interrupt its efforts.

  The queen gazed better at it, trying to find anything that made it different from other animals, a clue that indicated its origin. Its voice was very squeaky, and Victoria was almost tempted to say it was a female one, but it wasn’t as if she was an expert in frog’s voices. She doubted one of those existed.

  It seemed to raise its head and look around. At first, Victoria believed it was studying her garden, but it was focusing on the palace’s walls and windows, gazing intently at them. “I lived in a place like this.” It started, slowly, walking around Victoria and studying its surroundings.

  “You lived in a palace?” Victoria was confused and it showed, but then her eyes narrowed. A certain suspicion nagged at the back of her head. “You mean you weren’t always a frog?”

  It paused, startled, and turned to her. “No, I wasn’t.” Its voice was marveled, as if only now realizing that fact. It turned excited quickly enough, and it jumped, and Victoria couldn’t help but chuckle. The sudden happiness and cheer it displayed was quite unlike its previous behavior, and it amused her. “I remember something from before. I lived in a place like this; I was like you.”

  “A queen?” She asked, amused.

  “No … a prince.” Its voice was awed. Perhaps it was because it was remembering its past, or better said his past, perhaps it was amazed at the position he occupied before. Victoria wasn’t certain, and sincerely she wasn’t too worried about it. Part of her wondered if the frog was lying, or at least embellishing his tale a little.

  Then she shrugged. She didn’t need to actually be afraid of the frog or any lies it told her, after all she would never tell anyone a frog ever talked to her. She could let it have its delusions, if they were truly delusions.

  What she was thinking about truly hit her then, and she paused. If the frog had truly been a person she needed to do what she could to rescue him, even if the man-turned-frog was a simple servant. No one deserved to have their humanity taken away from them like that, and she could try to do something about it. She was queen after all, and could turn her entire court to work on the problem if need be.

  “How did that happen?” She leaned down once again, kneeling in the ground beside the frog, letting it climb atop her lap and settle there. She started petting its back at the same time, and didn’t quite know if she was doing it to comfort him or herself.

  “I’m not sure, I remember a woman, and I remember she was angry.” It, he, paused and seemed to draw into himself. “I know it hurt, but I couldn’t tell you more than that. Wait …”

  She kept petting him as he tried to remember, hoping to help him jog his memory. Maybe she was insane, maybe this was some kind of strange dream she couldn’t wake up from, but she wouldn’t let it stop her from doing the right thing.

  “There were words, a curse.” His voice grew heavy on the last word, but it soon turned squeaky. “She did this to me, and told me only a kiss would free me.”

  Victoria’s eyebrow rose, and for one moment she wondered if the frog was playing her, if it was telling her that simply to get a kiss, but she shook her head. She doubted a talking frog would have elaborated such a ruse simply to have her kiss, and it didn’t really make sense. If nothing else, it seemed fate put him on her path.

  “If a kiss is what you need I can provide it for you.” She was partially joking, but when it looked at her with widened eyes she couldn’t help but smile and lean down. The young queen hesitated just before her lips met the frog’s skin, but she continued and laid a chaste kiss on its body.

  Nothing seemed to happen when she leaned back, and she saw the look of crushing disappointment on its face, wondering when exactly she had learned to read the features of a frog, but then it jumped aside and started to squirm. The first pained cry that escaped its mouth scared Victoria for its intensity, and she reached for him, wanting to comfort him, but the frog started growing and she leaned back, scared.

  The being that stood in front of Victoria started glowing, and then growing and she could only still, with her mouth agape, watching the spectacle. When the light faded away she blinked, then rubbed her eyes and looked again, trying to make sure she wasn’t seeing wrong. When the frog said it was a prince she believed it, but surely what it meant was princess.

  The woman in front of her was gorgeous: blonde and long haired, with soft features and rosy lips. Those lips were upturned in a wicked smirk, and she laughed, loudly and happily. That made her chest heave, and Victoria noticed her bare breasts and swallowed. Those fleshy orbs were enormous, the biggest she had ever seen up close, and her hand twitched with the need to move forward and make sure they were real.

  She controlled herself and let her eyes trail down, and then blinked again. She opened her mouth and closed it, then started blushing, but she couldn’t look away from the thing between the other woman’s legs. Eventually, she raised a hand and pointed towards it, and her voice shook. “What is tha
t?”

  The woman had been exploring her hands, looking at them and smiling. When Victoria spoke, she turned to her and grinned, and almost advanced towards her, but the young queen took a step back. That was when the former frog noticed the weight on her chest and looked down, and then blinked. “I have breasts?” She reached down and poked them, then grasped them and started kneading the flesh.

  Victoria’s mouth fell open as she watched her, and she swallowed when the member between the other woman’s legs hardened.

  The stranger noticed it. “That one I had before, but this breasts thing is new.”

  The queen could only gape, and wonder why exactly this had to happen to her.

  Chapter 2

  “Stop that!” Victoria was sure that if there was a god he hated her. She had to slap away the other woman’s hands and stop her from playing with her own breasts. The blonde pouted, and for a moment the queen was tempted to let her do as she wished, but then she shook her head and gathered herself. “We can’t let anyone see you like this.”

  She couldn’t exactly explain where the other woman had come from. She could always stop people from asking questions, she was queen after all, but there would be rumors and more, especially if they found the other woman naked beside her. Especially if they realized she wasn’t quite a woman, not if they looked at the apex of her thighs and saw what she had there.

  The blonde pouted again and looked hurt, but brightened soon enough. Victoria didn’t know her story, she didn’t even know her name, but she imagined becoming a human once again after being turned into a frog would make her capable of smiling for days, no matter what.

  She looked back at the former frog, and studied her face as she marveled at the garden around them. The woman was beautiful, her skin like porcelain, her eyes blue like the skies. Her form was curvaceous and attractive, and Victoria couldn’t help but feel a little jealous about it. She was beautiful, and plenty of men desired her, but there was something about the woman at her side that drew one’s gaze. And she couldn’t deny that the rod between her legs had something to do with it.