The Frog

Another take on an old Fairy Tale. Not one of my best ones, definitely, but do enjoy it...

The Frog

I am a princess; a beautiful princess; a very beautiful princess.

White alabaster is my skin.

Golden sunlight is my hair.

Two bloodred cherries pressed together are my lips.

I am a beautiful princess, and I know that.

The garments love me. They adoringly decorate my flesh so effortlessly. It is as if they embrace Venus herself.

The mirrors love me. Oh they love me so. My subjects bow down to my being and stare in wonder of my divine image. None can compare to my visage.

Oh, do not get wrong; for I am not conceited. On the contrary, I am warning you who worship beauty and condemn the ugly; for here is my story of how a little frog taught me to see.

I enjoyed countless hours each day in my royal garden. The beauty of the exotic flowers compliments mine. Their intoxicating scents drown me like perfumed drugs. Oh, no hideous plants are allowed to live in my garden; for they blind me so. To deserve a home here, they must bloom beauteous flowers for me.

The sunlight loves me. It hugs me with its warmth and light my every inch so that the whole world can admire me; I make it shine. And the air runs and circles me; dancing with my hair and garments. It gives me cool kisses on my skin. The sun and wind, though rivals, work hand in hand to worship me.

Oh, there is also a pond in my garden. Its water loves me for it endlessly mimics my beauty; imitating my every graceful gesture. And by the pond, I would spend my days staring at my reflection staring at me.

My gaze must be so hypnotic that even I was lost in it as I gazed into the me in the water. And one day while I was lost in my own eyes I fell in. How distastefully clumsy I must have been; slipped on the moss by the pond. Those ugly plants; so wet, hideous and useless.

I drowned that day.

The water pulled me with its icy claws, holding my body against my will. It forced itself into my gentle lungs; my resistance to its intrusion was futile. It plugged my screams for mercy and help. I could not fight back. I could not cry. I was the water's for the taking. The air fled from my body. My eyes darkened as the sunlight vanished. I drowned.

Did I die? No. Of course not; a beauty like me would never die of drowning; it would be too ungraceful a death for a royalty, don't you think? Someone, no, something saved me.

My eyes opened to the glare of the harsh sunlight; it scorched my corneas with contempt. The cold air rushed into my gentle lungs; stinging and scarring my throat as it made its way into me. The colors of the flowers around me were nauseating.

I woke up dizzy beside the pond. My head ached and my body hurt. My hair, my skin, my clothes, all drenched.

A thank you would be nice, a voice croaked.

I looked around; not a soul.

Well, it croaked again, don't I at least deserve a thank you or a kiss?

Where are you? Show yourself, I yelled at the disembodied voice.

Here my sweet child. I am here. Yes that little frog before you, that's me.

Could something so repulsive truly mange to save me, I thought. So I asked him, You saved me, sir?

Well, it took you long enough, it croaked mockingly.

Saved by a frog. How humiliating, I thought.

I did not wish to do it but it was expected of me as a royalty to repay my subjects, especially after they saved my life. So, dripping with disgust, I asked reluctantly, oh sweet gentle creature, how may I repay you?

The vile amphibian thought for an eternity of a moment. Its throat expanded like a poisonous balloon with every breath it took. Those bulbous eyes transfixed upon me. It licked its lips with its long sick tongue; one cruel end to another. I wanted to purge myself with a scream yet my dignity bottled it silent.

It replied with a devious croak, I would like to share a meal and a bed with you for a night.

I object with words that I shall never repeat.

Why not, it asked, after all, I did save thy life.

Cruel creature; cruel guilt. It was true. He did save me.

I had never cast my sympathy to the ugly, and I was not going to start then. Yet I had my reputation; reputation is everything. Why could he not have been a handsome prince instead?

I agreed. I agreed.

I led the foul creature into my palace. It was the only vulgar sight around. Everything within my home was beauty incarnate. Marble walls and pillars ran through every hallway. Alabaster statues guarded the entire palace; my white sentinels. There were gold decorations that rivaled Midas' daughter. Vast staircases everywhere that led one from one heavenly maze to another dizzying one above. Even my nameless servants were children of Adonis and Venus. Yet my beauty reins supreme.

I led the cruel ugly into my dining hall. I rarely ate with my parents and this was no exception.

It was just me and the pestilent at the fifty feet table. I made a mental note to order the servants to clean the table and chair thoroughly after the amphibian was done with it.

What do you wish to have for dinner, Sir, I asked.

Young lamb, rare, it hissed like a serpent with delight.

That is not common for a frog to eat is it?

It merely shrugged at my question.

The lamb steak came; rare. The meat seemed bloody and tender still. I was no longer hungry. But the frog finished his lamb in one giant gulp. My stomach threatened to purge itself out of me at the sight.

Succulent, it croaked, I've always enjoyed young tender flesh.

It licked its lips with its serpentine tongue. Disgust would not do justice to what I felt then.

Bed time came. Unfortunately.

My room was lavished with yards and yards of draperies of silk and velvet. Mirrors everywhere; till no walls can be seen. Each mirror reflects another till my room expands to eternity. They reflect my delicate beauty till thousands of goddesses stood in my presence. Oh yes, and the frog too.

I crawled into my bed like Scheherazade awaiting her execution; trying to buy time. The creature crawled after me.

Then I realized I could not go through with it. It was too hideous!

My hands were quicker than my mind; before I could express my disgust or stop myself or think anything at all, I had flailed the vile pestilent across the room into one of my beautiful mirrors. The sharp shimmering sound and the harsh twinkling sight of glass shattering shook me to my senses; a few of my reflections died with the mirror.

Then from the sparkling shards of broken mirror rose a man; a boy, handsome beautiful, youthful. Adonis himself would have blushed while Narcissus wept. He was naked; not a cloth upon his alabaster skin.

He had a devilish look about him; his grin made parts of me tightened. His body was lean yet muscled. His arms and chest looked delectable. My eyes ran down his defined abdomen, down to the trail of fine curly hairs that led me from his navel to places further down; oh, it led my eyes down, down, lower. It was deliciously ample, I thought. Heat rushed to my face as my heart raced and my body craved.

Who are you, I asked. Yet in my mind, I care not. I wanted him so.

He merely stood where he was; his heavy lidded eyes stared into mine. Then he licked his luscious lips from one corner of his mouth to the other and I knew straight away.

You are the frog aren't you?

He walked towards me, unabashed by his nudity. Like a cat, he moved; every muscle, every part of his body seemed to move like liquid, I did not know which part of him to look at. He seems to have muscles and bones in places he should not have, for how could any human move so distractingly beautiful.

He climbed upon my bed and crawled above me; sliding my night gown up over my thighs. I whimpered in suppressed ecstasy. He moved up until our faces were just inches away from each other. His manhood dangled above my thighs, just touching them; I could feel its tip caress and tickle my skin with orgasmic friction; teasing me like a dagger just about to kill.

I wanted to ask how all this was possible, how a hideous amphibian could transform into and divine angel. But only gasps escaped my lips.

He then pressed his soft lips against mine, sucking the air from my gentle lungs.

But his kisses did not end there. His lips journeyed lower down my neck. It was divine how my body yearned for him.

He must have felt the desire too for I felt him harden and sink himself into my body. I bit my gasps silent. The cruel friction I felt within me was overwhelmingly delightful.

My being wanted to scream.

His lips managed to venture further down to my naked bosom while he kept his blade within me; such flexibility was inhuman. I felt him upon my right breast, kissing my nipple hard. Then I felt his tender teeth bite upon it; upon my nipple, upon me. The sharp pain turned to pleasure then to pain again; no, agony!

Agony overwhelmed me. I looked down upon my bosom. His black silky hair hid my breast. But I could still feel the blood pouring endlessly out of my nipple. I screamed.

He lunged his head back and drove himself deeper within my body. His face was dripping with my blood. He licked his lips then drove straight to my tender throat and sank his fangs into me. Fear silenced my screams.

Within minutes, I was dead and dry.

My servants found me spread eagle upon my bed like a lying Christ; feet together and arms a stretched. My body and bed was covered with my red blood and his white seed; like a gruesome work of erotic art.

The servants screamed at my horrid image. One even hurled her meal before my corpse. And all of term could have sworn they saw a frog hopped out of my window; probably to save another drowning princess.

I was a beautiful princess; remember me that way.