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**Tags:** Nudity, Monsters, Vore, Implied Bad End.

Hello, My name is Shelbi and I’ve recently decided to go out on a limb and post a sample of my writing. I like to use my writing to chase down some dark fantasies I flirt with from time to time and was curious to see if anyone else enjoyed it as much as I do. Please help me in my journey as a fledgling writer of smut and other naughty stuff by giving my work a read. Sorry for any editing errors, I only made one round of editing before I got too excited and had to distribute.

Feedback welcome, but please be nice I am scared.

**Smutty stuff starts at paragraph 8.** (Don’t feel bad, I’ve been there too)

**“The Calming Sound of Frogs”**

By Shelbi Stone

The hot afternoon sun beat down on the old highway road as Heather’s long brown hair fluttered in the air, kicked up by the wind racing around her Jeep with the top down and doors off, just the way she likes it. The weekend, which had been circled with a heart on her calendar for weeks, was finally here and Heather planned to see it live up to her expectations despite nearly being over before it began. What was supposed to be a romantic getaway at one of Heather’s secret camping sites, was rescued from cancellation by a petty fight and bad attitude. When Heather’s boyfriend, Andrew called Heather the day before they were supposed to leave explaining that his boss needed him to come in on Saturday, She threatened to go without him and she meant it.

While she still loved Andrew it was clear the honeymoon phase of their relationship was quickly coming to a close. It wasn’t that she no longer found him attractive or that they didn’t get along, quite the opposite. His tall stature and dark black hair continued to draw her eye and rekindled the romantic excitement she craved when she was younger. But what she loved most was his calm demeanor and quiet hobbies that made him not only easy on the eyes but a pleasant presence around the house. Andrew was every bit the man she was looking for at this stage of her life, reliable, kind hearted, and in every way agreeable. She wouldn’t stay mad at him for long, but Andrew’s commitment to his job was one aspect of his life that Heather had difficulty adjusting to.

It wasn’t Andrew’s fault, not really. Heather recognized that the two of them came from very different walks of life; he’d only moved to her rural community a few years earlier during the COVID-19 pandemic. Just another one of those “out-of-staters” who learned they could do their job from home and decided to move to a rural community where their big city salary could buy a dream home all while paying little to no property taxes. Not everyone welcomed the influx of new people, but Heather didn’t mind and Andrew fit her lifestyle nicely save for his frustrating tendency to put work before fun. Having lived with Andrew for a few months now, she began to figure out it. Andrew’s big city lifestyle drew him to taking work closer to his personality and agreeing to do everything that Heather’s job would never ask of her knowing the answer would be a swift and unapologetic “fuck off”.

There was however a small part of her that thought if Andrew just didn’t want to spend his weekend in the woods, but those thoughts were chased from Heather’s mind by the sound of tires on gravel as she turned off the old highway and pulled into her last stop before ascending the mountain. The small gas-station and bait shop was old, but charming. Heather at all times stopped there to refuel and buy fresh bags of ice before heading into the woods for camp. The ringing bell as the door opened at all times brought memories of Heather’s first time visiting the small outpost with her grandfather almost twenty-five years ago.

The gas pump was so old that it wasn’t connected to the register and for this reason the shop owner still insisted on pumping gas for his customers so that he could know what to charge them. The two of them made idle chat as the man went about his company, but Heather secretly enjoyed their conversation more than she let on. It wasn’t until after she’d finished school that she began to take an appreciation for older men, much older men. She decided that she didn’t discover them physically attractive, and in many cases the opposite was true; but there was something about the white hair and charming personalities that kept her fantasizing about what the sex. “If only I were in college again,” she would muse as she asked the man about his grandkids, knowing full well that she was using her age as an excuse to tell herself no. The fantasy was at all times exciting, an exchange of money or being bought a nice dinner and an expensive trinket at all times made the idea feel dirtier in the best way. But it was the imagined excitement and the appreciation on the old stud’s face that drove Heather’s fantasies of letting a much older man relive his glory days with her, if only for an evening.

Knowing exactly what she needed and where it could be found Heather didn’t spend much time at the old bait shop. Soon she was starting the long drive up the mountain pass following a poorly maintained forest service road. The camp site she was headed for was special and couldn’t be found on any maps save for those that belonged to Heather and a few family members. The site was marked with GPS coordinates and a circle drawn on the map in the general area where an old trail broke off the forest service road some 23-25 miles up the pass. The mountain at all times saw more rainfall than the average making the forest dense and the mountain valley down right swampy which made it notorious for bad camping ground, however with the right vehicle dry ground can be reached part way up the mountain side which was exactly where Heather was going.

After a few hours of driving the old road with various stops to cut and move a fallen tree with the chainsaw Heather kept in the back of her Jeep, she arrived at her hidden refuge. It was nothing more than a small clearing, barely big enough for 2 or 3 tents and a small dug out fire pit in the middle with dense wood surrounding the site on every side.

Parking the Jeep in the opening she unloaded her gear and managed to set camp just before dinner time. Heather sat quietly at her fireside eating the meal she’d packed the night before and listening to the crackling of the dry wood burning in the pit while wiping a layer of dirt from her forehead. “Always a mess” she wondered to herself as she finished her meal. Heather wanted to clean herself up before gonna sleep for the night, not just for the sake of keeping her sleeping bag relatively clean but because she also wanted to make use of the large dildo and vibrator she’d packed into camp. The romance of the weekend might have been killed by Andrew’s inability to set proper boundaries between work and pleasure, but Heather intended to enjoy the sexual gratification of sex under the stars and surrounded by the sounds of the natural world around her even if it had to be on her own.

With her meal finished, fire safely put out, and her bag of clothes and tag-along toys left on top of her cot, Heather set off with a flashlight in the direction of the spring which ran near the campsite. It wasn’t dark, not yet, but by the time Heather could enjoy the cold water of the spring and head back to camp she knew she would need the artificial light. When Heather arrived at the spring she began to undress, leaving her jeans and top on top of a rock and loosely folded so that she could easily redress herself after drying off. Her socks, bra, and panties on the other hand she tossed into her bag with no intention of putting them back on after bathing.

Once undressed Heather took a moment to enjoy the cool breeze on her naked body, there was something about standing naked surrounded by the thick woods that could never be put into words, but was at all times present. She had hoped to distribute the feeling with Andrew who she suspected would never be inclined to even consider it without being prodded. “His loss,” she said to herself as she dipped her feet into the pool of slow moving water. The water was cold, uncomfortably cold at first, but she knew from experience, once she got her body fully submerged she would adjust and come to appreciate the cold water’s effect on her tired muscles.

After a few torturous minutes of making herself endure the cold water, Heather was able to finally relax as predicted. Finding a large submerged rock to sit on, she was able to relax in a reclining position resting her head, shoulders, and outstretched arms out of the water along the bank as her cold hardened nipples were visible to her just below the water’s surface. Heather relaxed there, for how long she couldn’t be sure, but she felt as if she could almost sleep there. She must have rested in that spot with her eyes closed drifting in and out of sleep for some time when she was woken by the sound of a frog’s “Ribbit” not far from her head. She sat up slightly, looking for the frog, but couldn’t spot it. Shrugging her shoulders as she adjusted herself in on the rock, allowing her right hand to drift back into the icy water and fall to her sex. Heather’s soft, pleasant moans added to the chorus of frogs distant and near as she began gently teasing herself, running her fingertips across her clit and along the tight slit of her shaved pussy. Several minutes and a near orgasm later, the louder “Ribbit” came again. Heather reached over to her bag, withdrawing the flashlight and searched the water’s edge, surprised to discover nothing. It sounded so near, surely she would have spotted it.

Returning the flashlight to the bag, Heather decided the frog must have dove into the water before she could discover it and she elected to leave the relaxing pool to the frog so as not to overstay her welcome. The cool breeze began to dry her wet flesh as she climbed out of the pool, shivering and shaking as she attempted to dry herself with a towel before the crisp air could intensify the cold wetness any longer.

Nearly dry and about to pull her jeans over her naked legs, Heather felt a sharp slap on her left ass cheek followed by a quick snaking sensation diving between her thighs and wrapping around her left hip with a soft sticky suction. Gasping loudly with surprise, Heather looked down between her legs just in time to see a large fleshy appendage coiling around her leg that felt cool and clammy but very much lively before she was yanked backward into the cold water. The strange tentacle-like thing drug her through the soft mud at the bottom of the pool before yanking her back up the other side and out of the water. Gasping for air she reached between her legs gripping the thing in her hands and tried to free herself from the surprisingly soft flesh.

While trying to free herself and get a hold of her situation she attempted to stand and was tugged back to the ground again as, what she now believed to be some sort of a muscle, flexed and yanked her back to the ground. This time Heather found herself, flat on her ass and being dragged feet first away from the pool. Heather screamed, calling out to the suffocating silence of the forest, for anyone to help her. With the soft mud clinging to her body she struggled and began trying to roll to her side in an attempt to stop the–whatever it was–from dragging her further from her flashlight. She managed to sit up onto her ass digging her feet into the soft soil when she realized she’d been dragged all the way to the tree line and was mere feet from being pulled into the dense wood where she would almost certainly lose her way back to camp without her flashlight.

Finally, she saw it. The large mass of wart covered gray leathery skin which shined with a light blue glow under the moonlight. The thing was enormous, sitting in a muddy hole and looked as if it could be at least Heather’s height if she were to stand next to it. The beast somewhat resembled a giant frog but more bulbous with a cavernous maw at the base of its head. That mouth, it’s awful mouth, toothless and gaping as it dripped with putrid slime yawning and waiting to wrap its greasy lips around her naked body as the frog-beast’s tongue continued dragging her closer. Screaming in horror of the monstrosity which ensnared her she reaches for the nearest tree wrapping her arms around it forcing the beast’s tongue to stop and fight against the strength of her arms. The bark of the tree left painful scrapes on her arms and breasts as she held her chest tightly to the tree before she felt the tree’s bark sheer from the tree in her hands as the beast’s tongue flexed tightly against her pussy lips and yanked her away from the tree.

The feeling of soft dry soil between her toes as she dug them into the ground to fight against the beast was suddenly replaced by a wet stickiness followed by being dunked into a shallow pool of slimy saliva as her feet fell into the beast’s mouth. Heather’s screams were smothered by a crying gasp as her shocking realization of what she’d feared was happening sunk in. The hulking beast of slippery mucus-lined flesh lifted itself slightly on it’s powerful hide legs, pushing itself forward and using its lips to start working Heather’s body into its mouth with an awful gulping motion that caused the beast’s toothless maw to clamp down and squeeze around her body, creating suction and pulling her into its mouth a few inches at a time. Heather began to fight for her life kicking the beast’s upper lip with her free leg. Phlegm-like slime coated the bottom of her foot, as she pressed against the beast’s leathery body. She could feel the bumpy wart covered skin under her foot while the gelatinous protective coating around its body pressed between her toes until she slipped and her free foot also disappeared into the beast’s mouth getting sucked down into the clutching muscles of the beast’s throat in its attempt to swallow her whole.

With a loud slurping sound her body was sucked deeper into the maw and the beast’s clammy lips tightened around her thighs. Her feet were no longer with enough room to move as they began to begin their journey down the beast’s throat. She sat up, desperate to pull herself free, she pounded down hard on hard on the frog’s face with tight fists and was met with the sickening feeling of slime splashing up in a thick rope and landing across in a splatter across her breasts and face. The beast responds by pushing its body forward with its rear legs and gulping faster, drawing her thighs and ass into the spacious wet of the monster’s mouth and for the first time the beast’s tongue releases her thighs from its coiled grip.

The sickening gulping motion continued, pulling Heather into the soft oily embrace of the frog-mouth up to her breasts before she was able to lay her head back and gasp for one last breath of fresh air before her entire body was sucked into the wet darkness of the enormous amphibian as its jaws closed around her. With the monster’s tongue going limp under her struggling body Heather released it and began attempting to force the beast’s mouth open while holding her breath. She pressed her fists against the inside of the mouth so hard that she could feel the slimy leather give way slightly like an oiled canvas but her strength was no use. She could feel the oppressive clutching muscles wrapping around her thighs, struggling for a moment to take the widest part of her body, her ass and hips, down into its throat.

She wondered foolishly for a moment that maybe she was too big and the beast would be forced to spit her out and lumber away to discover smaller prey, but the muscles attempting to swallow her continued massaging her ass and thighs ceaselessly until she was forced by her waning breath to open her own mouth and breathe. The humidity inside the beast was intense and her body heat increased by struggling brought the cold-blooded monster’s mouth to an uncomfortably warm temperature. The beast’s mouth opened partly in another large gulping motion letting a stream of moonlight illuminate her naked body covered in slimy saliva, half swallowed by the beast leaving Heather with her last sight through blurring vision as her eyes began burning and tears rolled down her face. As her ass was finally squeezed into the beast’s throat and her torso was sucked deeper down to her breasts in a single gulp. Her modest bust provided little difficulty for the monster to swallow, leaving Heather’s head the last part of her body to take the trip down the beast’s throat. With her face half submerged in a pool of saliva Heather gasped loudly as her head plunged past the tightening muscles at the back of the beast’s throat.

She could no longer tell how quickly she was moving through the slimy tube engulfing her body in a tight embrace. She could no longer see, no longer hear, no longer scream. Heather was left with only the sensation of wet velvety soft flesh wrapping tightly and pulsing around her naked form as she was driven in what she could only imagine was the direction of the monster’s stomach where she and any hope for her escape would die.

End

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(This is my Original Content)

NSFW: yes

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