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This was my very first time venturing into frog-sonas, so hopefully I've done well in emulating the lives and personalities of Hayli Jones and Claire Williams, as well as the others. :3

If you've enjoyed this read, give kudos & props to both \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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for the character inspiration and @Lyrra for putting on this Secret Santa gift exchange! 8)
Oh, and the icon artwork is totally (C) \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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. ;3

I wish every one of you a very Merry Christmas and a damn fine Happy New Year! <3

God Bless and always remember to Rock Hard, Live Harder.

-MIKE/Maxwell", "writing": "Jewel Jones saw the moving van pull up beside the house across from their street and nodded with delight; finally, that old run-down ramshackle home earned tenants. About time, by golly!\nThe middle-aged anthro-frog woman called out to the others in the house.\n\"Hey everyone, come on into the kitchen, dinner's almost ready!\" Jewel wanted to introduce themselves to the newcomers, but figured that could probably wait. They seemed rather busy anyways. \nJoel Jones shifted his evening papers in his web-fingered hands, adjusting a pair of reading bifocals before removing them entirely, placing them gently down upon a coffee table near his recliner-seat. He peered out of the front room window and saw a young anthro canine step onto a large moving van's rear bumper, lifting up a corrugated sliding metal door to expose large pieces of furniture. A tiger and two huskies - one black and one white - came walking out from the house's open front door and they all began to assist each other in bringing the load into the notorious Elderly Estate, that which should've been bulldozed years ago after the recession kicked into overdrive. Having neighbors once more would be nice, maybe even great. At least the girls would have fresh new company to keep, unless the new neighbors happened to be old as pay-dirt or boring as a bag of hammers. Hopefully this wasn't the case!\n\"Newcomers, huh? Well, that's a nice way to start Christmas, isn't it?\" Joel said, hoisting himself up to his large web-toed frog feet, stretching out wide, hearing tiny joints cracking and popping in his arms and back. He walked past a large heavily-decorated white fir tree and trotted into the kitchen, yawning wide and rubbing at his bulging eyes. Jewel was preparing spaghetti over a hot stove. The scent of cheese and grain emanated in the air, reminding Joel of his own grandmother's cooking. Joel dipped a finger into the tomato-red marinara sauce and wrapped a significantly long, elastic frog-tongue around his red-rimmed digit, nodding with approval. \"Yummy! Nice work, hun. The girls will love it. No doubt, I anyways do.\"\n\"Thanks, dear.\" Jewel exclaimed, leaning back to plant a kiss upon her husband's amphibious cheek while slapping at his frog-wrist, causing Joel to squeak and ribbit aloud. Jewel chuckled at Joel's adorable response. \"Wait until dinner, mister. Gotta save some for the girls still, y'know?\" Jewel strutted her hips and gave a single smooth cocked-brow glance at her husband.\n\"Yes, honey!\" Joel replied in a sing-song-y tone. He posed in a salute with a clenched fist pressed into his cheek, a rather silly gesture. Jewel giggled, covering her smooth nostril-holes with her hot-gloved hand.\n\"Oh! Speaking of the girls, would you please call them down? Dinner's almost ready.\"\n\"On it!\" Joel marched studiously to the bottom of the staircase leading up to the second floor of their home, walking funny with wide-arched steps the entire time. \"Kiiiiids! Dinner! Hop on down now!\"\n\"Ugh, dad, please don't use that term! It sounds so LAME when you say it like that!\" A voice echoed down the hallway from above.\n\"Not a chance, young lady. C'mon, girls! Hayli, Claire… scoot! Don't wanna eat your dinner cold, now do you?\"\n\"Be down soon, Uncle Joel!\"\nJoel Jones nodded, looking at Jewel, clicking his tongue and giving the A-Okay hand gesture. Jewel grinned and returned back to the noodles, stirring and separating, ensuring they were well-cooked enough for straining and imminent serving.\n~\nUpstairs, Hayli Jones sat on a rotating office-chair, engaged in a live video-chat with a new boyfriend. She was wearing only a bra-top (one of Claire's own) and nothing more, ruthlessly teasing her contact with tiny peeks down below her navel. Bobby, a bobcat who lived a state away from the Jones residence, continued to ask her to quit being so mean, please share your goods with me, stop teasing me so badly, my parents will come up any moment and check on me to see if I'm working on homework, I don't want to get caught with my pants down and your froggy-girl-slit exposed on my laptop screen. Hayli just sniggered beneath her breath, waving the wired component in her webbed fingers, twirling it around in clumsy figure-eight patterns, finding Bobby's nickname for her frog-bits nothing short of hilarious. Bobby smirked and frowned slightly, obviously perturbed by his chatting-pal's rude behavior. Hayli lapped at her lips with her long tongue, rolling her brows and winking her yellow eyes.\nClaire Williams was pre-occupied with brushing her hair, long and golden, free-flowing and straight as an arrow, in front of a mirror attached to an antiquated armoire-set. Claire also set the hairbrush to her bristly tail as well, for she was not just a frog, but a frog-ferret hybrid. Her parents, Charles and Jaqueline Williams-Jones, left her with Aunt Jones and the family so they could take a personal trip to the Bahamas, catch a little R&R, bask in sunlight, crack open coconuts, live exotically. Unfortunately they never returned home when intended. Missing Person reports were filed, documented likeness sketches and photographs were supplied to local authorities and Claire opted to live with her relatives until the matter of her missing parents could be resolved, hopefully sooner than later. In the meantime, she has taken to enjoying the pleasure of her cousin's company, even if Hayli was a bit… questionable in her particular advances.\n\"Hey Claire, should I show Bobby my frog-puss or not? Whaddya think?\" Hayli asked with a calm, business-like tone.\nClaire blushed severely with a slight wince. \"I dunno! Uh, if you want? Beats me, sheesh!\"\n\"Well, put it this way - if you were me, would you reveal your clam to another boy, even if there's a risk his parents could and probably will stumble into his room at any given moment?\"\n\"No! I most certainly wouldn't!\" Claire remarked, now beet-red in her cheeks.\n\"Jeez, sissy. Live a little, why don't'cha?\" Hayli said, jutting her tongue out. Hayli returned her attention back to the tiny web-cam, winking and slurping her frog-girl lips. Bobby, who now looked as if he'd explode if blue-balled any further, moaned painfully on the other end of the digital video-call.\n\"Kiiiids! Dinner! Hop on down!\"\nHayli sighed, rolled her eyes and waved goodbye to Bobby, closing down her Skype video-call, hoping that Bobby had an eyeful to keep him company for a good long while now. Claire placed the hairbrush upon the armoire's cedar-polished surface and frisked her tail, shook her head, tucked her hair back behind her head and clamped a large plastic scrunchie-clip on it to hold the long follicles in place.\n\"Ugh, dad, please don't use that term! It sounds so LAME when you say it like that!\" Hayli hollered back at her father. Claire giggled, a small curve of smirk visible from one corner of her mouth. \n\"Not a chance, young lady. C'mon, girls! Hayli, Claire… scoot! Don't wanna eat your dinner cold, now do you?\" Uncle Joel said back in response. Claire cleared her throat and winked at Hayli.\n\"Be down soon, Uncle Joel!\"\nClaire adjusted her best dinner-skirt and fixed a kink in her blouse, then breathed in deep, exerting a sigh through her mouth, puckering her lips.\n\"You ready to go down, then?\" Claire asked her cousin.\n\"Uh… hang on.\" Hayli leaped off her chair and pulled on a pair of girl's chinos, neglecting panties. Claire watched Hayli's lackadaisical approach to getting dressed and rolled her green eyes as the frog-hybrid girl walked out of the bedroom, stepping lightly down the stairway. Hayli found a T-shirt with the Budweiser frogs imprinted upon its cottony, wrinkled surface and slipped it on. She paused for a moment to regard herself in the armoire mirror, adjusting her purple hairband. When she felt collected enough, she stormed out from the bedroom and rushed down the stairs, zooming past Claire, almost causing her to lose her balance and fall.\n\"Jeez, Hay! Watch it, will you please?\" Claire said.\n\"Sorry, cuz! I'm just so [i]HONGRY!!![/i] Is it ready yet, mom?\" Hayli asked, rabidly pacing back and forth in the kitchen. \n\"Sure is, dear. Let's take a seat at the table and we can start-\"\nThe doorbell rang.\n~\nJewel and Joel glanced at each other and the girls averted their eyes away from the dinner table, casting their attention to the front door. \n\"I'll get it!\" Hayli said. \n\"Nah, I've got this, honey. Go get settled down.\" Joel insisted, walking toward the door.\n\"Awww, pooey!\" Hayli rebuked and immediately lost interest of visitors when her nose caught a whiff of her mom's special home-made marinara. Claire smiled and thanked her Aunt for preparing such a fine meal, to which Jewel responded to her praise delightfully, leaning down to plant a kiss upon her niece's forehead, causing Claire to blush slightly. \nJoel peeked out from the eye-hole in the door and saw a silhouetted figure standing perfectly still. Perky ears, bulky shoulders, slender muzzle; definitely canine. Joel switched on the outside porch light and turned the dead-bolt, unlocking the door, opening it a bit to see who was outside their house at such a late hour. The young canine anthro from before - a German shepherd with striking masculine features - stood casually, regarding Joel Jones with an air of fond welcoming intent. \n\"Hello, sir! I'd like to introduce myself to you, seeing as we're new neighbors and all.\" The young shepherd lad said, possessing a deep and surprisingly adult-sounding voice. He must have hit puberty at a very young age. Joel held his web-fingered right hand out of the doorway and greeted the anthro-dog with a brisk handshake. \"My name is David and I'll be living next door with my grandmother for a bit, helping her out around the house.\" \n\"Ah, that's very sweet of you! I'm Joel.\" Joel said, shaking David's hand-paw. \n\"Smells quite lovely in there!\" David said, offering a solid compliment. Joel already liked this kid.\n\"Thank you! My wife knows her way around spaghetti, you know?\"\n\"Of course. She must be a very good woman.\"\n[i]Buddy, you have no idea.[/i]\n\"Say, if it isn't too much trouble, may I kindly ask for your permission to attend tonight's dinner? It'll just be me and my grandma. We don’t have much food and she's got a very slim appetite, so we won't be far too intrusive. If that's too soon, we can always plan for another date perhaps. No problem at all-\"\n\"Oh, hey, why not? No intrusion at all! In fact, I think we might have enough to spare a couple more guests. Besides, it is Christmas Eve, so we'd hate to see you and your grandmother short on food and good company. If you'd like, you can bring her and yourself on over, we'll get some extra chairs whipped up.\"\n\"Aww, thank you kindly, sir! Thank you, really, this is very sweet of you.\" David said, eyes brimming with gratitude. Joel winked, wearing a smooth frog's grin.\n\"Oh, sure thing!\" Joel said, nodding his head, patting David's shoulder. David hopped down off the Jones' family home stoop and high-tailed it over to Elderly Estate to retrieve his equally elderly roommate. Joel regarded the home briefly, remembering how the nice couple who used to occupy the place fell ill of Mad Cow disease. They were respectful neighbors and hard-working bovines. God rest their souls.\n~\n\"We're having guests over tonight, ladies.\"\n\"Guests? Here? When?\" Hayli asked, eyes wide with curiosity.\n\"Tonight. He's on his way over real soon. He'll be bringing his grandmother with him.\"\n\"Wait, a GUY? Dad, are you sure?!\" Hayli responded. Claire blushed a bit, giving a start in her wooden chair, causing it to creak slightly. \nJoel nodded, casting a peculiar glance at his daughter. Where'd that reaction come from? Girls and their strange growing pains, all too evidently.\n\"We should make extra room for two more then, huh?\" Jewel said. Claire looked at Jewel and acted on impulse.\n\"I'll help out with that, Auntie.\" Claire said. Her tone was prompt and precise. Hayli felt a small twinge of jealousy over that, but remained seated nevertheless, wondering what these newcomers would look like. Were they frogs as well? Another species entirely?\n\"Hey Dad, our guests… are they…\" Hayli looked around suspiciously, then leaned in closer to her father to whisper aloud at him, \"…are they frogs?\"\nJoel's lips curled up at the edges, donning a Cheshire cat's grin. \"Not exactly, dear.\"\n~\nDavid entered the dining room and Hayli's heart nearly burst out of her chest. Their new neighbor and tonight's dinner guest was sensationally gorgeous. Screw Bobby, this was her newfound glory. Claire blushed deeply but waved at him politely enough when he made eye contact with her. David's eyes were a stellar jaded green, nestled in deep pockets of robust canine skull, slender and pronounced. His fur was thick and shaggy, well-brushed and maintained. Must have been the Belgian in him, perhaps. He wore a green work-shirt that looked freshly ironed and a pair of navy-blue denim jeans with no shoes - openly-exposed foot-paws. Hayli thought she'd never seen cuter (or maybe even sexier) foot-paws on another creature, anthro or not. \nThen David brought his grandmother into the home.\n\"Honey, where's Marty and Claudia?\" The elderly shepherd-woman asked.\n\"Grandma, they decided to leave already. We just missed them. That's no problem though, these guys will keep us company for tonight.\"\nThe aging female anthro-dog glanced blankly at Joel and Jewel, then smiled wide, gums exposed with only a few teeth present. Hayli stifled a giggle behind her hand and Claire read a nearby clock to tell the time, offering herself a viable distraction so as not to gaze too deeply into the old shepherd-woman's seemingly bottomless pit of a mouth.\n\"C'mon, hon, let's take a seat.\"\n\"Not yet, I need to pee. Do these fine frogs have a bathroom?\"\nHayli stifled even more laughter, trying not to burst out loud. She may have been adventurous, but she wasn't keen on presenting hilarity under awkward circumstances if she could help it, which was hard enough to do even now.\n\"Of course, grandma. I'll take you to a bathroom…\" David regarded Jewel apologetically. \"Uh, where's it at exactly, ma'am?\" Jewel pointed to a door located directly underneath the staircase, feeling a sense of flattery for having been regarded with such politeness. David nodded, smiled and guided his grandma into a cozy little space with a single toilet and sink, a guest bathroom. Hayli watched as David guided his guest of honor into the tiny room and when he seemed far away enough, she let loose with a flurry of giggles. Claire nudged her shoulder.\n\"Stop it, cuz! Jeez, so embarrassing!\"\n\"I'm sorry! I ju… just can't help it! I mean, did you see how ready she was to go?\" Hayli asked, barely able to compose a sentence without melting down into another fit of laughter. Jewel and Joel smirked at their daughter, silently insisting that she mind her manners. Hayli let it out a bit more and sighed aloud, making a \"hooo\" sound.\nDavid returned, holding his hand-paws over his muzzle. He looked drastically troubled. \n\"I'm quite sorry about that, I almost forgot to tell you guys about my grandmother's… uh, condition. Nothing too concerning, but still.\"\n\"What, that she can't hold her bladder?\" Hayli blurted out.\nJoel and Jewel gasped in shock and Claire looked at David, hoping he wouldn't grow angered and blow a fuse. Instead, David chuckled and nodded his head up and down. \n\"Pretty much. But not just that. You see, she has, uhm…\" David sat down at his seat and lowered his head, regarding the Jones/Williams family, \"…she has severe on-set dementia. She'll probably say things that make no sense whatsoever, but she's not totally lost to us. She's really a fine woman, just a bit… lost, mentally. Nothing too alarming, but heads up, in case she says something completely absurd tonight.\"\nJoel nodded empathetically, face alight with understanding. He grabbed David's arm with consoling intent. Jewel grinned and looked back at the hallway, remembering how her own aunt had fought Alzheimer's for the duration of her later life and remembering how much of a struggle her aunt's own family had been put through as a direct result. Dementia had minor differences, but the subjective idea was basically the same - loss of memory and mind. She felt a strong wallowing sense of pity for David. Claire wondered what Dementia was, hoping that it wasn't far too contagious. Hayli didn't even think about David's grandma or her illness… she was too busy gazing into those big, green eyes. Gazing, lost and beside herself, drowning in the absolute gorgeousness and rugged handsomeness of her new neighbor. Hayli wondered how much older he was to her, guessed a number of years and felt a strange tingling sensation in her pelvic region. \nThen the toilet flushed and David stood back up to retrieve his grandmother.\n\"Danny, is this our house? It doesn't look the same.\" David's grandma said.\n\"No, grandma, this isn't our home.\" David replied, ignoring the erroneous name slip-up.\n\"I smell lasagna. Smells nice.\" \n\"That's spaghetti, Grandma. Come on over here and take a seat. We'll get dished up and you can enjoy your meal tonight, does that sound good, sweetie?\"\n\"When I was in the home, the hospital, we ate spaghetti every Tuesday and Thursday. That wasn't the best stuff though. This smells much better.\" Granny shepherd tottered out from the hallway, being led on by David to her dinner seat.\nJewel nodded appreciatively. \"Thank you, hon! I hope you enjoy it.\"\n\"I will, Evelyn. Thank you.\" Grandma shepherd said, smiling warmly.\nJewel looked at David and silently mouthed \"Evelyn?\" He replied by lip-gesturing \"Her older sister.\" Jewel nodded in response, fully understanding. Joel shrugged passively.\n\"Grandma, let's introduce ourselves to our new neighbors, sound good?\"\n\"Sure, hon.\"\n[i]So far, so good![/i] David thought. \n\"So this is Joel Jones, the gentle-frog over here to your right.\"\n\"Gentle-frog? Oh gosh, you flatter me, young man.\" Joel said to David, biting his lower lip. David gave a humbled, handsome smile and almost felt heat simmering off Hayli in response.\n\"Right over there next to Joel is his wife Jewel Jones. She's the one who made tonight's dinner.\" David said with a tone of appreciative grace. Claire and Joel applauded with golf-claps, to which Jewel bowed lightly. She swigged from her glass of water, winking and clicking her tongue.\n\"Yes, and it was a pleasure! I'm just glad I decided to make a little extra with this batch, especially for our new neighbors and tonight's Christmas Eve dinner guests!\" Jewel announced, giving her best Sunday Afternoon Hostess imitation. David smiled and said thank you to Jewel in sign-language. When Jewel replied promptly with a smooth you're welcome in ASL, David's brows raised and his face illuminated with recognition. This caused Hayli to cream herself slightly, hoping nobody would notice her trembling motions. Claire smiled gratefully, ever-surprised at her new neighbor and his uniqueness; he seemed so different from any other canines she'd ever known. Maybe he wasn't going to be too mysterious to her after all?\n\"And these two young ladies over here are Claire and Ha-\"\n\"HAYLI!!!\" The young frog-girl shouted, while Claire turned red once more at her aunt's mere mention of her name, meeting David's hypnotic eyes. Hayli jumped up off her seat, giving Joel and Jewel an equally startled response. Claire watched as her cousin scurried rapidly, literally flinging herself towards David's grandma. \"I'm Hayli and it’s a real pleasure to welcome you and your grandson…\" Hayli glanced at David with eyes that screamed passion. \"Uh, David into our home. I'm sure you'll just LOVE Mom's spaghetti! Probably her best recipe of all. No joke! You'll love it!!\" Hayli's eyes glowed with excitement. Claire guessed that if she had a longer tail, it would be wagging like crazy right about now.\nThis caused Jewel to nod and applaud a bit, amused at her daughter's sudden burst of friendly energy. David laughed aloud. \"Okay, thanks Hayli. That's very sweet of you to say. I'm sure Mom likes hearing things like that too, right Jewel?\"\n\"Of course!\" Jewel replied, grinning with her shoulders raised, super-happy. Joel and Claire watched Hayli, eyes pasted to David, unable to look away. \n\"Okay then, so what's your name, dear?\" Joel asked, breaking his concentration free from his daughter, love-struck and hypnotized by David's fine canine prowess.\n\"Joyce Evans Whittaker! That's my name!\" Joyce remarked with pride.\n\"Beautiful name, dear.\" Jewel complimented.\n\"Thanks, neighbor. Hear that Grandma? She loves your name.\" David said to Joyce, regarding Jewel.\n\"Glad I remember that. Haven't lost my mind just yet! Good thing too, I always had trouble with those types of patients.\" Joyce said.\nJewel and Joel exchanged a glance of incredible interest.\n\"Where'd you work before, Miss Whittaker?\" Claire asked politely, avidly curious to know. This amused Jewel greatly, since Claire always acted quite reserved around new people.\n\"Uh, that hospital, remember the name of it, Danny? Danny, what was that hospital?\" Joyce asked her son, David.\n\"Spring Hill Gardens, grandma.\" David replied promptly.\n\"Ah, that's it. Loved that place. Made lots of friends there.\" Joyce mused, recalling fond memories in her gaze, dreamy and distant.\nJoel passed a bowl of thin angel-hair noodles around the table, urging Hayli to reclaim her seat. Hayli agreed, struggling to sever her magnetic staring contest with her newfound dream-desire.\n~\n\"Spaghetti.\" Joyce said.\n\"Yes, ma'am. Some of the best you'll get around here.\" Joel remarked, winking at Jewel.\n\"I haven't had spaghetti for over five years.\" Joyce said. David chuckled beneath his breath.\n\"Grandma, we ate spaghetti a few nights ago.\" \n\"Oh, was it? Oh, I didn't… that's fine, thanks so much.\" Joyce replied to Joel, watching as the frog politely dished her plate up.\nWhen the sauce came around, David offered to pour a nice drizzling over his grandmother's serving of noodles. Hayli picked up a clump of spaghetti with her fork and shoved it into her mouth, slurping a large load up, smacking the tips of the pasta against her nose. \n\"Stop that, Hayli. That's rude.\" Jewel insisted.\n\"Sorry, ma.\" Hayli said, not breaking her gaze away from David.\n\"So, have you guys lived here for very long?\" David asked, hoping to strike up some complimentary dinner-side discussion with his new neighbors.\n\"Yeah, I guess you could say that. We've never really lived anywhere else before. Not while we've been married, that is. Right dear?\" Joel asked Jewel, wrapping a webbed finger around his wife's own finger, clashing rings together with a tiny dull clink!\n\"Indeed!\" Jewel replied.\n\"Yeah, I was born into this house. Raised here, too! Where were you raised, David?\" Hayli asked, ensuring her voice sounded as pleasant as possible. \n\"Me? Uh, in the suburbs. My parents were both very hard-working bureaucratic-types.\"\n\"What's that mean?\" Hayli asked, never breaking eye contact with the shepherd.\n\"Means my mom was a civil servant and my dad was an administrative official. They both got their kicks in politics, so it was only natural that they'd find solace in working with the government.\"\n\"Oooh, sounds very important!\" Hayli mused, imagining how adorable David must have looked as a cub, dressed in a fine suit, attending Christmas parties with his parents.\n\"Dear, you refer to your parents in the past-tense often. Did something happen to them, by chance?\" Jewel asked, hoping not to step over any privacy-boundaries.\n\"Well, actually they both went missing a number of years ago.\" David replied with earnest simplicity.\nClaire gave such a profound start in reaction that she dropped her serving fork out of her hands, causing it to clink against the rim of her dinner plate. She grabbed for it immediately, blushing redder than the sauce that covered her angel hair pasta. She whispered apologies out loud, barely above a murmur.\n\"So as a result, I went to live with my grandparents. Been living with them ever since. Grandpa, well…\" David looked at his grandmother, chewing a small dinner loaf, paying no mind or attention to the conversation at hand, then the shepherd leaned over toward Jewel, closing the gap between her and Joel. \"Gramps died of heart failure about, oh, five or six years ago. After his passing, my Grandma began to grieve so heavily for his loss that she became over-stressed and began to suffer from bouts of insomnia and forgetfulness. Since then, she's gotten progressively, well…\" David glanced back at his grandmother to see her trying to pry her roll open with the handle-end of her dinner fork, mistaking it for her butter-knife, \"…worse. As unfortunate as her case may be, I opted to tend to her care. I just don't trust any strangers or random caregivers with her, know what I mean?\"\nOnce again, Jewel's aunt resurfaced in the deep-recessed banks of her memory. \"Of course, dear, we understand.\" Joel nodded assertively as well, smiling kind-heartedly at Joyce.\n\"Hayli, how was school today? Did you learn anything new?\" Jewel asked her daughter, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. \n\"Other than what the Nativity scene means… no, not really. I did get a chance to make cardboard stockings for orphans though.\" Hayli said, twirling spaghetti with her fork.\n\"Oh, how nice! I'm sure those sweet young children will certainly appreciate that.\" Joel said.\n\"Maybe, if they're into cruddy-looking cardboard socks with noodles glued onto them and painted red and green.\"\nDavid chuckled, so did Joel. Jewel just shook her head and asked Claire how her day went.\n\"Fine.\" Claire responded, raising her shoulders up to her neck, lowering her head.\n\"Just fine, honey?\" Joel asked, equally curious.\nClaire nodded quickly, incapable of looking up from her lap, feeling heat sweltering in her cheeks. If there was one thing Claire didn't enjoy very much, it was to be put on the spot, especially with strange newcomers present.\n\"Claire, who was that new boy you kept talking to earlier?\" Hayli asked her cousin.\n\"Nobody! He was just… a teacher's aide, that's all, no big deal!\" Claire blurted out quickly.\n\"Are you sure? I thought he was kinda, y'know, cute. Maybe he thought the same about you, eh cuz?\" \nDavid giggled softly, having just taken a large bite of spaghetti. Claire swung her foot out beneath the table to kick Hayli's shin, hoping that would shut her up a bit. Instead, her webbed frog-foot collided with David's kneecap. He grunted and flinched back in his seat. Claire's eyes grew very wide and her expression spelled out supreme shock and disbelief. \n\"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, sir! Truly!\" Claire said, nearly shrieking in response. Jewel and Joel cocked their brows at Claire, curious to know what spooked her so heavily, interrupting their mini-conversation to each other about Santa's plans for tomorrow.\nDavid laughed, completely calm. \"No big deal at all! Really, Claire, you're fine. Footsies at the table, that's always a definite staple to a dinner gathering. And please, call me David. Sir just makes me feel way older than I really am, by far.\" This caused Claire to flush red once more. Hayli wondered if her cousin didn't have more than one heart, since she seemed to produce so much blood.\n~\nThe first time David felt a strange pressing sensation at his groin, he froze in place, spoon-full of ice cream in his grasp. He looked over at Hayli and saw that she was giving him an extremely sultry expression, conveying a truly naughty face. Claire and Jewel were in the kitchen, paired up and helping each other wash, dry and re-stock dishes. Joel was in the living room, tuning into a local radio station, hoping they'd have decent Christmas tunes to be played. Joyce sat calmly in a recliner chair outside, watching cars go by and the last few boxes of her belongings carried into an open garage, wondering if the anthro-men assisting David were related or just good friends, maybe even hired help. She also wondered if Danny would bring a fruit tart, as he was apt to do on every Christmas. If anyone were to tell her that her other grandson Daniel had died in Iraq while serving his residual tour of duty, she'd just casually dismiss such ridiculousness and call out to David to buy a fruit tart instead. \nDavid pressed against Hayli's large webbed foot with his knee, but could do very little to prevent her toes from brushing up against his crotch repeatedly. As little as he wished not to admit to himself that he was feeling extremely turned-on by her direct advances upon him, David struggled to maintain a sense of dignity and casualness, hoping nobody would notice this young frog-girl's nearly-sexual deviancy glaring in her eyes, her wanton intent to get into his bed and strip him completely nude to do… weird things to him. Frog-weird things. \n[i]This is completely unnatural. I'm twenty years old, for gosh sakes! She's probably, what, twelve or thirteen? If that? There's no way in heck she'd be able to woo me into her clutches. No way, no how! Just gotta stay cool, calm and collected… hopefully all this will pass and she'll quit messing with me, maybe? Her parents or her younger cousin will come back into the dining room, notice her strange behavior and ask her to help with Christmas cookies or something. Just play it cool, Davey-boy, that's all you gotta do. Play it cool and this goofy froggy girl will leave you be so you can just get on with your life and-[/i]\nHayli leaned her chair back and David caught a total eyeful of her frog-puss. He thought he'd faint on the spot. He could almost feel a strange damp sensation on the tips of his nostrils. Was that a nosebleed, perhaps? Could have been. It damn-well could have been. This girl, this young frog girl, was completely messing with his head and he wasn't going to break down and give into her advances. Damned if he did!\nThen she began to finger at herself, and David lost his patience.\n\"Hey, Hayli! You got any cool books you like to read?\" David asked, loud enough that her parents and cousin could hear his voice over the static of the radio, now dishing out holiday carols by Nat King Cole. \n\"Plenty, David. Wanna see my collection? I have 'em right upstairs.\" Hayli said, maintaining an aura of cool demeanor, even while rubbing her foot against his exposed feet-paws. David hoped to the lord upon high that his erection was well-sheltered enough to not cause it to tent-pole outward when he stood up. Luckily for him, it had receded back into its dog-sheath, so he was off the hook. \n\"Claire, you wanna come along?\" Hayli asked, giving David a fairly teasing wink. Claire looked back, arms covered in soapy suds. She shook her head, casting forth a warming smirk.\n\"Nah, I'm fine. Go on ahead.\"\n\"Suit yourself, cousin!\"\nClaire looked quite pre-occupied with helping her Aunt Jewel. Good girl, David thought. She's a very kind, considerate niece. A total polar-opposite from this horny young devil before him…\n~\nWhen David walked into the girl's room, Hayli closed the door shut. David looked around, wondering where her book collection was, when she pushed him onto the bottom half of the cousin's shared bunk-bed. \n\"Woah! What gives?\" David asked, only to be shushed by Hayli. He lay on his back upon a flimsy mattress, legs sprawled out and knees bent with canine dog-feet flat upon the carpeted ground. \n\"You just stay quiet, sexy.\" Hayli said, crooning with deviant intent in her voice, low and perverse. David was contemplating whether or not this was a really wise move, worried that either her cousin Claire would walk in on them… maybe even one of her parents. Of course, David figured nobody wouldn't even notice a single thing. Downstairs, he heard holiday music playing at a rather high level of volume and foot-falls thumping, rocking the walls and rattling the windowsills. They were dancing, alright - and quite heavily by the sound of it.\n\"Have you ever received a frog-job before?\" Hayli asked, dragging a smooth, slippery finger down David's now-exposed chest, rubbing over his navel and carving a tiny trail through his belly-fur. \n\"Uh, not sure. What is that?\"\n\"Pfft. Don't be gullible, man. You know what a blowjob is, right? At your age, I'm sure you do.\" Hayli said, nibbling at her lower lip slightly.\n[i]Holy shit, this girl is a total closet-freak! How on earth did she learn about this stuff at such an early age, anyways? Crimony, I didn't even watch a porno until I was sixteen, when Danny showed me that weird video-tape that he'd found in a random box in grandpa's belongings, which just so happened to be a tape devoted to kinky otter-girls getting their rocks off with shark-guys. Somebody had to have shown this froggy the ropes somehow, but-[/i]\n\"You're zoning out again, bud!\" Hayli said, snapping her fingers into David's face, pushing his concentration back into the present once more. \n\"How do you know about blowjobs, young lady?\" David asked. Hayli scoffed, shook her head and stood up. She removed her Budweiser frogs T-shirt and rubbed at her small, under-developed nipples, licking her chops. \n\"There's a whole lot I know about that might surprise you, pal.\"\n\"How am I not surprised at that?\" David exclaimed, rolling his eyes; such gorgeous and dreamy eyes he has! Mmf! Gotta eat 'em right up!\n\"Just… stay cool and let me show you my thing, man! I've had plenty of practice.\" Hayli said, chuckling. She plopped down upon her knees, grabbed at David's knees and spread his legs wide.\n\"Practice? On who?\" David asked, amused.\n\"Not on who… on what. Carrots, mostly. Cucumbers. Heck, even the handle on my hairbrush. Of course, Claire has no idea about that, so… y'know, keep it our little secret, m'kay?\" Hayli winked, unzipping David's jeans.\n\"Uh, I'll keep way more than your experiments on your hairbrush a secret, believe me.\"\n\"Gosh, you're cute. So gullible! Do you even know how old I am?\" Hayli asked, maintaining a cute range of youth in her voice.\n\"Trying not to think about it, actually.\" David remarked, wondering how his grandmother was doing downstairs, imagining she was just fine, supervised by their new neighbors… well, most of them at least.\n\"I'll give you a hint… it rhymes with canteen.\"\n\"Jeez, I should've known.\"\n\"Just enjoy it while it lasts, goofball.\"\n\"Yes, ma'am.\"\nHayli chuckled, then yanked David's pants free off his hips. She pulled down his jeans, letting them crumple up around his ankles. She then yawned wide and out jutted an insanely long tongue. David wondered how long exactly Hayli's tongue could stretch out to and dismissed the pondering thought, rather not finding out after all. Hayli blushed visibly and wrapped her frog-tongue around David's sheath, exposing a jutting pink knob of dog-cock. David whimpered at the sensation of her tongue slathered against his genitals, eyelids fluttering and moaning deep as Hayli wrapped her tongue around the entirety of his girth. David's penis, now exposed fully, knot and all, remained stiff as a rod while Hayli massaged his thighs and let her tongue go haywire against his shaft, shifting and squeezing, warm and moist against his cock. David felt horrible, knowing first-hand that she was pre-adolescent, feeling as if he were taking advantage of her, especially while his dementia-prone grandmother sat downstairs, confused off her rocker, wondering where her dead husband could be at this time of hour-\n[i]Whatever, man… you didn't take advantage of her, she took advantage of you! What goes around, comes around in the long run, dog. Just sit through her advances, let her do her thing and be gone, back downstairs, by your relative's side. Whatever it takes. Besides, how long can a 'frog-job' last, anyways? Just a little tongue-play and-[/i]\nHayli retracted her elastic tongue and clamped her mouth around David's cock, bobbing her head down into his crotch. \nDavid uttered a grunting moan that he hoped wasn't too loud. Hayli fondled at David's testicles while she sucked him off deliriously, going deep and tilting her head for leverage, eyes glued to his shifting facial expressions the entire time. David felt a strong sensation to hold his hand-paws up, to reach up and grab the upper rafters of the bunk-bed but decided against that, for fear of having one or two of the planks snap in half from his firm grip, disturbing the festivities downstairs. Hayli dragged her frog-webbed hands up his chest, caressing his abs and his ribs, playfully pinching at his nipples, slowly lifting up his casual dinner shirt.\nWithout a word uttered, David unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it right off, leaving it in a bundle behind his head, apt to get severely wrinkled. Hayli giggled, then spat David's penis out onto his belly, licking free globs of pre-cum he'd let loose into her mouth, cleaning off the tip of his cock. \n\"You are… way more talented… than I gave you credit for. Holy hell.\" David said, trying to keep his composure, gasping for breath.\n\"Yeah? How about you eat me now?\" Hayli said, standing up and plopping herself down upon her office-chair, spreading her legs, removing her chinos and exposing herself to David, full-frontal. David slid off the edge of the bed, hoping no come-stains stood out visibly. Luckily, as he looked back, he didn't see such a thing… Hayli did well at keeping things clean and pristine. Crazy. David never even imagined such a thing as this would happen, especially not with a frog-girl and most especially not upon his first night in the new neighborhood. David couldn't forget his grandmother downstairs, no matter how much further Hayli opted to go with her passion-play.\nHer scent was wallowing in David's nostrils, wafting and potent, overpowering his senses. His cock dripped and twitched in response. \n\"Come to me, champ. Show me how talented that shep-tongue of yours is.\" Hayli said, speaking with a sultry aura of a very, very naughty and talented porn-star. David couldn't believe his absurd luck. Without a burst of argument, he nudged himself forward on his knees and grabbed her thighs, rubbing them lovingly. Hayli panted, letting her frog-tongue loose, stretching down to spread her vagina wide open to David, lost in his jaded green orbs of sheer satisfaction, his slender body tone, his fuzzy cheeks and long, bristly whiskers. \nRight when David pressed his snout against her exposed clitoris, rigid and stiff, Hayli's computer made a strange ringing sound. Bobby was attempting to contact her via Skype. David halted his advancing lick-frenzy for a moment, unsure of what to expect.\n\"Who said you could stop, mister?\" Hayli demanded, sounding cute even while acting stern.\nDavid shrugged apologetically, resuming his oral pleasure. Receiving fellatio from a frog-girl was one thing, but giving cunnilingus treatment to the same frog-girl was another story altogether. Her pussy tasted like fresh herbs, the type of taste one would expect from swallowing a jug filled with fresh pond-water. David brushed his snout against her pink folds, spelling his name out in cursive with his tongue inside her young pussy (a trick he learned from a friend back in his immature middle school days) and feeling sheer delight from her shivering, trembling reactions. He must've been digging deep and damn good into her, to yield such feverish responses. Coupled with the fact that Hayli Jones tasted scrumptious as hell, David actually didn't find this to be a total lost cause after all.\n~\n\"Dear, may I ask for this dance?\" Joyce asked Joel.\nJoel, surprised at this elderly dog-lady's insistence, nodded in agreement and held his hand out to her, wrapping her paw-padded fingers between his webbed ones, leading her into a Christmas waltzing strut. Claire and Jewel wrapped up the remaining dishes and dried their hands off, high-fiving each other for a job well done in cleaning up proper. After the post-dinner chores were finished, they entered the living room, Jewel shutting the kitchen light off behind her. Claire was delighted beyond all reason to see her uncle dance with such a suave and professional style, especially with a much older woman. For having dementia, Joyce certainly held her own upon her paw-padded feet. Jewel clapped along with the beat and Claire joined in, watching and admiring. The song ended and Joyce plopped down upon the Jones family couch, out of breath. Joel hoisted himself forward, catching his breath, grasping his knees. \n\"Joyce honey, you certainly have the spirit of dance in you!\" Joel said, admiring their house-guest's persistency. \n\"Thank you, dear.\" Joyce said, not even breaking stride in her breath, neither hitched nor spent.\n\"Joyce, that was amazing!\" Jewel said, clapping her frog-woman hands, amazed. Claire smiled at how impressed her uncle and aunt were with this older dog-woman, her ability to dance hard and not give into her age. Claire admired Joyce for her persistency. Suddenly she wondered where her cousin went to… as well as Joyce's grandson. Maybe she really did have a collection of books to share with him? Highly doubtful, but who was she to judge her own cousin? Claire knew how wild Hayli could be, especially with boys she admired. If anything, she just hoped Hayli wasn't going far too zany upstairs. Claire didn't want to see her cousin punished for having gotten overtly frisky with the new arrival in the neighborhood, a significantly older (but not much, by a stretch) canine male. \nClaire held her peace. The next song came on and all four of the anthros stood up to strut their stuff in style, dancing the night of Christmas Eve up with no holds barred.\n~\nDavid strutted his stuff with no holds barred as well, only his method involved inserting himself into Hayli. The frog-girl nibbled at her finger as she squirted upon the canine-anthro's muzzle, enduring a thick climax as a result of his bristly tongue working its wonders in her vagina. Hayli slid down off the chair, causing it to roll back against the desk. \n\"You gonna answer your computer-phone?\" David asked.\nHayli reached up and pressed the Enter key with her tongue, then laid on her back and reached up to David, grasping his shoulders and pulling him down to her.\n\"Fuck me on my bedroom floor, hot stuff. I want to blow Bobby's mind, maybe even his load too.\" Hayli whispered into David's ear, followed by a quick tongue-lashing against his cheek.\n\"Is that who's on the call up there?\" David asked, nudging his head toward the computer. Hayli nodded. In her eyes, a twinkling could be seen, reflective and glowing with a force all unto its own.\n\"You are extremely naughty, you know that?\" David said with a pang of humor in his voice. Hayli scrunched her face, biting her tongue, winking as adorably as a hentai loli-girl and nodding with proud intent. \n\"Enough words… let's have sex now. That'll be my early Christmas gift, to have you in me.\" Hayli said aloud.\n\"Hayli? You there? Hello?\" A small, tinny voice echoed from the desk's top surface. Bobby, not even in the stage of puberty yet. The poor kid. Ah well, he'd find another girl someday soon. He had all the time in the world. Youth was his prime advantage.\n\"Fuck me, David.\" Hayli reached down and clenched David's thighs in her grip, wrapping her frog-legs around his waist, nudging her body against his own. \"Fuck me until I'm cross-eyed.\"\n\"Thought you'd never ask.\" David replied. With a single thrust forward, David penetrated Hayli hard and deep. Hayli squeaked aloud, issuing little ribbits and pants. David began to hump passionately, sliding himself into Hayli's frog-girl fleshy-bits with a purely illicit rhythm, well-timed to the beat of the music emanating from downstairs. \n\"Ah, yes! David! David! Yes!\" Hayli said, catching a breath between each word, moaning and breathing heavily. \n\"You feel amazing, Hayli! Amazing! Oh my God, this is crazy!\" David remarked, smiling wide, looking into Hayli's eyes.\n\"I know, right?\" Hayli responded, giggling aloud and losing herself into David's thrusting pattern. She rocked her hips alongside David's pushing movements, riding his cock with delirious lust. David lowered his head past her neck and licked freely at her nipple, causing Hayli to clench up and tingle heavily in her crotch. David moaned aloud, feeling her squeezing his cock in a firm embrace and he pushed harder, sliding into her deeper, humping faster, embracing her trembling motions, knees buckling, tongue jutting out and sliding against his chest and cheek, loving every whim of his sexual advances.\n\"Lift me up. I wanna say hi to Bobby.\" Hayli said, voice soupy with erotic candor.\n\"Uh, what?\" David asked, shocked beyond reason.\n\"Don't worry, it'll be good… trust me.\" Hayli insisted. \"Besides, he's a bit of a goofball anyways. He has… uh, God, harder… attachment issues. I wanna give him a taste of his own medicine. Lift me up, c'mon… oh fuck, that's so good…\" Hayli moaned aloud, croaking and ribbitting up a frenzy. \n\"I don't think that's a good ide-\" David began, only to be cut off by Hayli's grasping hands, covering his muzzle with her fingers, slick and totally frog-like.\n\"Do you want me to scream out loud? Scream for you to fuck me harder? My parents would love that, wouldn't they?\" Hayli said, maintaining a heathen's expression, one that could strike fear into the hearts of prudes worldwide.\n\"Fucking fine, you weirdo. Hang on.\" David said, smiling sarcastically. He hoisted her body up in his grip - amazed by how lightweight she felt - and propped her upon the edge of the desk, kicking the rolling office-chair out of the way. The web-cam was resting upon the PC unit and Bobby, dressed in the ugliest Christmas sweater in all of creation, was waiting patiently for Hayli to return into his field of view, hopefully to engage in meaningful conversation.\n\"Watch this.\" Hayli said. She reached for the web-cam and the computer screen swung along with her motions, giving David a very vague sense of motion-sickness that subsided immediately. Hayli held the tiny camera in front of her face and smiled at Bobby. David saw her expression and noticed a small smudge of jizz-stain upon her nose. Woah, there was a streak he'd missed completely! David wondered how Bobby would take to that sight. Before he knew it, Hayli waved and smiled at the camera, winking with an adorableness that could only be compared to early Betty Boop cartoons of yesteryear. Bobby waved back, smiling awkwardly, wondering what sort of zany shenanigans his Skyping buddy had up her frog-sleeve this time. When Hayli held the camera out far enough to show her entire frontal nudity, Bobby's eyes tripled in size. His jaw dropped agape and his bobcat ears perked up, frozen in place. Hayli giggled and David saw his own dog-cock thrusting in and out of Hayli's snare-tight young frog-girl pussy. The sight was trippy as hell to witness from a digital perspective, this view made him slightly dizzy but David never faltered. In fact, seeing himself engaging in sexual intercourse under such a unique viewpoint (and Bobby's absurdly comical reactionary expression) caused David to thrust harder and faster than ever. Hayli lost herself to the lust and dropped the web-cam, causing it to fall underneath David's tail. The web-cam landed at an awkward angle, showing a Dutch camera effect upon the outgoing video feed. David watched his buttocks and his ankles at the sides of the screen, Hayli's near-absent frog-tail in the center and his testicles slapping against her taint and puckered frog-girl's asshole repeatedly. Bobby stayed frozen in place for a few seconds longer then his door opened wide in the background. A bobcat woman (his mother, evidently) came in with a glass of egg nog, asking Bobby-boo if he'd like a glass to celebrate Christmas with good taste. Bobby reeled back from the camera and swung around with such rapid breakneck speed that the video-feed buffered slightly, leaving behind an interlaced imprint of his shocked expression. As soon as Bobby's mother appeared, the video feed cut off and the Skype-call ended. David hoped the young lad wouldn't take Hayli's absurdly kinky teasing and vulgar display of intercourse too personally. Hayli could care less though because she felt his climax drawing near. David was on the verge of ejaculating deep into Hayli's frog-girl pussy. \n\"David? Uh! Mmmf! Ah! Oh! David?\" Hayli said, in-between grunts and moans of sheer pleasure.\n\"What?\" David responded.\n\"Cum in my butt, please?\" Hayli asked David with a stifled sweetness in her voice, very graceful and good-natured.\n\"Yeah?\" David responded, for clarification purposes.\n\"Mmhmm… please. I don't want cum on my body, it's messy to clean and leaves a stench. I don't want to make my parents wonder too heavily. So, cum in my butt. I want your cock to squirt shepherd-nectar in my frog-girl butt, David. Come on, stud, cum up my ass.\" Hayli whispered, moaning and breathing deep in and out of her mouth. David wondered how she'd feel knowing a spunk-stain of his marked her nose, even still.\nDavid honored her request and removed his cock, slippery and slimy with Hayli's pussy-fluids. He panted hard and heavy. When he grabbed her thighs, he raised them high and placed the crooks of her knees over his shoulders, riding her upon his chest. He licked at the insides of her kneecaps as he pushed himself into her frog-hole. \nRight as David shoved his knot into her rear-end, Hayli gasped and grit her teeth, closing her eyes tight, loosening her anal muscles to welcome David's shepherd knot deep into her rectum. Hayli wrapped her arms around David's shoulders and held onto his neck as he jizzed his ass off into her, licking at Hayli's cheek as he orgasmed deep, jizzing a flurry of rope after rope of warm, sticky ejaculate. Hayli also responded with a creamy orgasm of her own, squirting frog-girl nectar upon David's belly. The world as they saw it curved and swung aimlessly in their peripheral vision, rocking and spinning, rotating and blurring out. David's ears buzzed and droned silently and his heartbeat could be felt upon his forehead, rapid and intense. Hayli's body latched against his and her heartbeat also thrummed against his chest. They were in unison, equally satisfied, equally pleasured and equally aghast of each other's libido in full-swing. Hayli brushed her tongue against David's muzzle and smiled peacefully, gazing lovingly upon his face, watching his eyes. David looked into Hayli's face, simply adorable. Freckled cheeks were the shepherd's long-time fabled attraction and this girl certainly didn't disappoint.\nThen the door opened and Joyce strolled into the frog-girl's shared bedroom.\n\"Danny, what was that one dance my husband and I always performed? You know, that one that is like a foxtrot-strut but way more energetic. You remember its name?\" Joyce asked.\nDavid, leaning against Hayli, sat upon the edge of her computer desk, clothing lying in tatters upon the carpet and on the bottom bunk-bed's mattress, embraced in a missionary pose, cleared his throat. \n\"Uh, was it the X-mas Swing, grandma?\"\n\"Ah! Yes, that was the name! Swing. Couldn't remember. How silly, huh? A feeble old woman's mind, how it works and doesn't sometimes. Wild.\"\nDavid nodded. Hayli kept her eyes opened wide, staring at Joyce, uncomprehending of what was happening. Was she really this… this… unknowing of what was going on?!\n\"Oh, you're practicing your own dance moves too, huh? How cute. Hi, hon!\" Joyce said to Hayli, waving her hand-paw exuberantly. Hayli waved back, smiling crookedly. A new song kicked up downstairs, causing Joyce to react with a jolt and a wide-gummed smile. Her eyes lit up brighter than the LED lights wrapped around the Christmas tree downstairs. \"Ooh, this is a good song to dance to as well! I'll see you later, hon.\" Joyce said to David, stepping out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her, pulling the latch shut. \nDavid and Hayli just glanced at each other… then burst into hysterical laughing. \nEvidently, Dementia had its strange little perks after all.\n~\nAfter David's cock let loose, freeing itself from Hayli's inner-depths, both frog-girl and shepherd-guy cleaned up in the bathroom connected to the girl's bedroom. David dressed himself back up in a flash and Hayli grabbed for a new top, this one featuring dancing reindeer cartoon caricatures in a Can-Can row. David chuckled at this sight, covering his muzzle. Hayli glanced down at her ugly Christmas sweater, then giggled and looked back up at David.\n\"Hey, it's one of my favorites to wear on Christmas. Don't judge me!\" Hayli remarked with a whine.\n\"No judging from me, dear.\" David said, clearing his throat. Hayli leaped into David's arms and hugged him. David rubbed his hand-paws against her back.\n\"Thanks for making my Christmas Eve one to remember for a long, looong time.\" Hayli whispered into David's ear, nibbling at his earlobe just before backing away from her new neighbor. \n\"The pleasure was all mine… and yours too, a little.\" David replied.\nHayli grabbed David's hand-paws in her own hands, folding fingers together into a fan.\n\"Ours. Our pleasure.\" Hayli said, smiling wide.\nA knock upon the door. \n\"Hayli? Are you in there?\" Claire asked.\n\"Yeah! What's up, cousin?\" Hayli responded.\n\"Come on down, there's carolers at the door! They're singing our favorite songs! If David's in there too, bring him.\"\nHayli snickered, looking back at David, winking playfully. David cast forth a smug grin, nodding complacently. \n\"On our way!\" Hayli responded to Claire through the door.\n\"'Kay.\" Claire said, then trotted back down the stairs.\nDavid adjusted the collar of his shirt, brushed off a small piece of lint on his pants and stood upright, spreading his arms out to his sides. \"How do I look?\"\nHayli eyed David from pointed ears to exposed foot-paws and everywhere else in-between, got lost once more in his eyes and smiled.\n\"Like Christmas came early.\"\n~\nLater that night, Bobby replayed the video-feed… and stroked himself into a complete daze. One way or another, he'd know who Hayli's new boyfriend was… and by God, Bobby would sink his teeth into that sexy bastard.\n\nEND\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Jewel Jones saw the moving van pull up beside the house across from their street and nodded with delight; finally, that old run-down ramshackle home earned tenants. About time, by golly!
The middle-aged anthro-frog woman called out to the others in the house.
"Hey everyone, come on into the kitchen, dinner's almost ready!" Jewel wanted to introduce themselves to the newcomers, but figured that could probably wait. They seemed rather busy anyways.
Joel Jones shifted his evening papers in his web-fingered hands, adjusting a pair of reading bifocals before removing them entirely, placing them gently down upon a coffee table near his recliner-seat. He peered out of the front room window and saw a young anthro canine step onto a large moving van's rear bumper, lifting up a corrugated sliding metal door to expose large pieces of furniture. A tiger and two huskies - one black and one white - came walking out from the house's open front door and they all began to assist each other in bringing the load into the notorious Elderly Estate, that which should've been bulldozed years ago after the recession kicked into overdrive. Having neighbors once more would be nice, maybe even great. At least the girls would have fresh new company to keep, unless the new neighbors happened to be old as pay-dirt or boring as a bag of hammers. Hopefully this wasn't the case!
"Newcomers, huh? Well, that's a nice way to start Christmas, isn't it?" Joel said, hoisting himself up to his large web-toed frog feet, stretching out wide, hearing tiny joints cracking and popping in his arms and back. He walked past a large heavily-decorated white fir tree and trotted into the kitchen, yawning wide and rubbing at his bulging eyes. Jewel was preparing spaghetti over a hot stove. The scent of cheese and grain emanated in the air, reminding Joel of his own grandmother's cooking. Joel dipped a finger into the tomato-red marinara sauce and wrapped a significantly long, elastic frog-tongue around his red-rimmed digit, nodding with approval. "Yummy! Nice work, hun. The girls will love it. No doubt, I anyways do."
"Thanks, dear." Jewel exclaimed, leaning back to plant a kiss upon her husband's amphibious cheek while slapping at his frog-wrist, causing Joel to squeak and ribbit aloud. Jewel chuckled at Joel's adorable response. "Wait until dinner, mister. Gotta save some for the girls still, y'know?" Jewel strutted her hips and gave a single smooth cocked-brow glance at her husband.
"Yes, honey!" Joel replied in a sing-song-y tone. He posed in a salute with a clenched fist pressed into his cheek, a rather silly gesture. Jewel giggled, covering her smooth nostril-holes with her hot-gloved hand.
"Oh! Speaking of the girls, would you please call them down? Dinner's almost ready."
"On it!" Joel marched studiously to the bottom of the staircase leading up to the second floor of their home, walking funny with wide-arched steps the entire time. "Kiiiiids! Dinner! Hop on down now!"
"Ugh, dad, please don't use that term! It sounds so LAME when you say it like that!" A voice echoed down the hallway from above.
"Not a chance, young lady. C'mon, girls! Hayli, Claire… scoot! Don't wanna eat your dinner cold, now do you?"
"Be down soon, Uncle Joel!"
Joel Jones nodded, looking at Jewel, clicking his tongue and giving the A-Okay hand gesture. Jewel grinned and returned back to the noodles, stirring and separating, ensuring they were well-cooked enough for straining and imminent serving.
~
Upstairs, Hayli Jones sat on a rotating office-chair, engaged in a live video-chat with a new boyfriend. She was wearing only a bra-top (one of Claire's own) and nothing more, ruthlessly teasing her contact with tiny peeks down below her navel. Bobby, a bobcat who lived a state away from the Jones residence, continued to ask her to quit being so mean, please share your goods with me, stop teasing me so badly, my parents will come up any moment and check on me to see if I'm working on homework, I don't want to get caught with my pants down and your froggy-girl-slit exposed on my laptop screen. Hayli just sniggered beneath her breath, waving the wired component in her webbed fingers, twirling it around in clumsy figure-eight patterns, finding Bobby's nickname for her frog-bits nothing short of hilarious. Bobby smirked and frowned slightly, obviously perturbed by his chatting-pal's rude behavior. Hayli lapped at her lips with her long tongue, rolling her brows and winking her yellow eyes.
Claire Williams was pre-occupied with brushing her hair, long and golden, free-flowing and straight as an arrow, in front of a mirror attached to an antiquated armoire-set. Claire also set the hairbrush to her bristly tail as well, for she was not just a frog, but a frog-ferret hybrid. Her parents, Charles and Jaqueline Williams-Jones, left her with Aunt Jones and the family so they could take a personal trip to the Bahamas, catch a little R&R, bask in sunlight, crack open coconuts, live exotically. Unfortunately they never returned home when intended. Missing Person reports were filed, documented likeness sketches and photographs were supplied to local authorities and Claire opted to live with her relatives until the matter of her missing parents could be resolved, hopefully sooner than later. In the meantime, she has taken to enjoying the pleasure of her cousin's company, even if Hayli was a bit… questionable in her particular advances.
"Hey Claire, should I show Bobby my frog-puss or not? Whaddya think?" Hayli asked with a calm, business-like tone.
Claire blushed severely with a slight wince. "I dunno! Uh, if you want? Beats me, sheesh!"
"Well, put it this way - if you were me, would you reveal your clam to another boy, even if there's a risk his parents could and probably will stumble into his room at any given moment?"
"No! I most certainly wouldn't!" Claire remarked, now beet-red in her cheeks.
"Jeez, sissy. Live a little, why don't'cha?" Hayli said, jutting her tongue out. Hayli returned her attention back to the tiny web-cam, winking and slurping her frog-girl lips. Bobby, who now looked as if he'd explode if blue-balled any further, moaned painfully on the other end of the digital video-call.
"Kiiiids! Dinner! Hop on down!"
Hayli sighed, rolled her eyes and waved goodbye to Bobby, closing down her Skype video-call, hoping that Bobby had an eyeful to keep him company for a good long while now. Claire placed the hairbrush upon the armoire's cedar-polished surface and frisked her tail, shook her head, tucked her hair back behind her head and clamped a large plastic scrunchie-clip on it to hold the long follicles in place.
"Ugh, dad, please don't use that term! It sounds so LAME when you say it like that!" Hayli hollered back at her father. Claire giggled, a small curve of smirk visible from one corner of her mouth.
"Not a chance, young lady. C'mon, girls! Hayli, Claire… scoot! Don't wanna eat your dinner cold, now do you?" Uncle Joel said back in response. Claire cleared her throat and winked at Hayli.
"Be down soon, Uncle Joel!"
Claire adjusted her best dinner-skirt and fixed a kink in her blouse, then breathed in deep, exerting a sigh through her mouth, puckering her lips.
"You ready to go down, then?" Claire asked her cousin.
"Uh… hang on." Hayli leaped off her chair and pulled on a pair of girl's chinos, neglecting panties. Claire watched Hayli's lackadaisical approach to getting dressed and rolled her green eyes as the frog-hybrid girl walked out of the bedroom, stepping lightly down the stairway. Hayli found a T-shirt with the Budweiser frogs imprinted upon its cottony, wrinkled surface and slipped it on. She paused for a moment to regard herself in the armoire mirror, adjusting her purple hairband. When she felt collected enough, she stormed out from the bedroom and rushed down the stairs, zooming past Claire, almost causing her to lose her balance and fall.
"Jeez, Hay! Watch it, will you please?" Claire said.
"Sorry, cuz! I'm just so HONGRY!!! Is it ready yet, mom?" Hayli asked, rabidly pacing back and forth in the kitchen.
"Sure is, dear. Let's take a seat at the table and we can start-"
The doorbell rang.
~
Jewel and Joel glanced at each other and the girls averted their eyes away from the dinner table, casting their attention to the front door.
"I'll get it!" Hayli said.
"Nah, I've got this, honey. Go get settled down." Joel insisted, walking toward the door.
"Awww, pooey!" Hayli rebuked and immediately lost interest of visitors when her nose caught a whiff of her mom's special home-made marinara. Claire smiled and thanked her Aunt for preparing such a fine meal, to which Jewel responded to her praise delightfully, leaning down to plant a kiss upon her niece's forehead, causing Claire to blush slightly.
Joel peeked out from the eye-hole in the door and saw a silhouetted figure standing perfectly still. Perky ears, bulky shoulders, slender muzzle; definitely canine. Joel switched on the outside porch light and turned the dead-bolt, unlocking the door, opening it a bit to see who was outside their house at such a late hour. The young canine anthro from before - a German shepherd with striking masculine features - stood casually, regarding Joel Jones with an air of fond welcoming intent.
"Hello, sir! I'd like to introduce myself to you, seeing as we're new neighbors and all." The young shepherd lad said, possessing a deep and surprisingly adult-sounding voice. He must have hit puberty at a very young age. Joel held his web-fingered right hand out of the doorway and greeted the anthro-dog with a brisk handshake. "My name is David and I'll be living next door with my grandmother for a bit, helping her out around the house."
"Ah, that's very sweet of you! I'm Joel." Joel said, shaking David's hand-paw.
"Smells quite lovely in there!" David said, offering a solid compliment. Joel already liked this kid.
"Thank you! My wife knows her way around spaghetti, you know?"
"Of course. She must be a very good woman."
Buddy, you have no idea.
"Say, if it isn't too much trouble, may I kindly ask for your permission to attend tonight's dinner? It'll just be me and my grandma. We don’t have much food and she's got a very slim appetite, so we won't be far too intrusive. If that's too soon, we can always plan for another date perhaps. No problem at all-"
"Oh, hey, why not? No intrusion at all! In fact, I think we might have enough to spare a couple more guests. Besides, it is Christmas Eve, so we'd hate to see you and your grandmother short on food and good company. If you'd like, you can bring her and yourself on over, we'll get some extra chairs whipped up."
"Aww, thank you kindly, sir! Thank you, really, this is very sweet of you." David said, eyes brimming with gratitude. Joel winked, wearing a smooth frog's grin.
"Oh, sure thing!" Joel said, nodding his head, patting David's shoulder. David hopped down off the Jones' family home stoop and high-tailed it over to Elderly Estate to retrieve his equally elderly roommate. Joel regarded the home briefly, remembering how the nice couple who used to occupy the place fell ill of Mad Cow disease. They were respectful neighbors and hard-working bovines. God rest their souls.
~
"We're having guests over tonight, ladies."
"Guests? Here? When?" Hayli asked, eyes wide with curiosity.
"Tonight. He's on his way over real soon. He'll be bringing his grandmother with him."
"Wait, a GUY? Dad, are you sure?!" Hayli responded. Claire blushed a bit, giving a start in her wooden chair, causing it to creak slightly.
Joel nodded, casting a peculiar glance at his daughter. Where'd that reaction come from? Girls and their strange growing pains, all too evidently.
"We should make extra room for two more then, huh?" Jewel said. Claire looked at Jewel and acted on impulse.
"I'll help out with that, Auntie." Claire said. Her tone was prompt and precise. Hayli felt a small twinge of jealousy over that, but remained seated nevertheless, wondering what these newcomers would look like. Were they frogs as well? Another species entirely?
"Hey Dad, our guests… are they…" Hayli looked around suspiciously, then leaned in closer to her father to whisper aloud at him, "…are they frogs?"
Joel's lips curled up at the edges, donning a Cheshire cat's grin. "Not exactly, dear."
~
David entered the dining room and Hayli's heart nearly burst out of her chest. Their new neighbor and tonight's dinner guest was sensationally gorgeous. Screw Bobby, this was her newfound glory. Claire blushed deeply but waved at him politely enough when he made eye contact with her. David's eyes were a stellar jaded green, nestled in deep pockets of robust canine skull, slender and pronounced. His fur was thick and shaggy, well-brushed and maintained. Must have been the Belgian in him, perhaps. He wore a green work-shirt that looked freshly ironed and a pair of navy-blue denim jeans with no shoes - openly-exposed foot-paws. Hayli thought she'd never seen cuter (or maybe even sexier) foot-paws on another creature, anthro or not.
Then David brought his grandmother into the home.
"Honey, where's Marty and Claudia?" The elderly shepherd-woman asked.
"Grandma, they decided to leave already. We just missed them. That's no problem though, these guys will keep us company for tonight."
The aging female anthro-dog glanced blankly at Joel and Jewel, then smiled wide, gums exposed with only a few teeth present. Hayli stifled a giggle behind her hand and Claire read a nearby clock to tell the time, offering herself a viable distraction so as not to gaze too deeply into the old shepherd-woman's seemingly bottomless pit of a mouth.
"C'mon, hon, let's take a seat."
"Not yet, I need to pee. Do these fine frogs have a bathroom?"
Hayli stifled even more laughter, trying not to burst out loud. She may have been adventurous, but she wasn't keen on presenting hilarity under awkward circumstances if she could help it, which was hard enough to do even now.
"Of course, grandma. I'll take you to a bathroom…" David regarded Jewel apologetically. "Uh, where's it at exactly, ma'am?" Jewel pointed to a door located directly underneath the staircase, feeling a sense of flattery for having been regarded with such politeness. David nodded, smiled and guided his grandma into a cozy little space with a single toilet and sink, a guest bathroom. Hayli watched as David guided his guest of honor into the tiny room and when he seemed far away enough, she let loose with a flurry of giggles. Claire nudged her shoulder.
"Stop it, cuz! Jeez, so embarrassing!"
"I'm sorry! I ju… just can't help it! I mean, did you see how ready she was to go?" Hayli asked, barely able to compose a sentence without melting down into another fit of laughter. Jewel and Joel smirked at their daughter, silently insisting that she mind her manners. Hayli let it out a bit more and sighed aloud, making a "hooo" sound.
David returned, holding his hand-paws over his muzzle. He looked drastically troubled.
"I'm quite sorry about that, I almost forgot to tell you guys about my grandmother's… uh, condition. Nothing too concerning, but still."
"What, that she can't hold her bladder?" Hayli blurted out.
Joel and Jewel gasped in shock and Claire looked at David, hoping he wouldn't grow angered and blow a fuse. Instead, David chuckled and nodded his head up and down.
"Pretty much. But not just that. You see, she has, uhm…" David sat down at his seat and lowered his head, regarding the Jones/Williams family, "…she has severe on-set dementia. She'll probably say things that make no sense whatsoever, but she's not totally lost to us. She's really a fine woman, just a bit… lost, mentally. Nothing too alarming, but heads up, in case she says something completely absurd tonight."
Joel nodded empathetically, face alight with understanding. He grabbed David's arm with consoling intent. Jewel grinned and looked back at the hallway, remembering how her own aunt had fought Alzheimer's for the duration of her later life and remembering how much of a struggle her aunt's own family had been put through as a direct result. Dementia had minor differences, but the subjective idea was basically the same - loss of memory and mind. She felt a strong wallowing sense of pity for David. Claire wondered what Dementia was, hoping that it wasn't far too contagious. Hayli didn't even think about David's grandma or her illness… she was too busy gazing into those big, green eyes. Gazing, lost and beside herself, drowning in the absolute gorgeousness and rugged handsomeness of her new neighbor. Hayli wondered how much older he was to her, guessed a number of years and felt a strange tingling sensation in her pelvic region.
Then the toilet flushed and David stood back up to retrieve his grandmother.
"Danny, is this our house? It doesn't look the same." David's grandma said.
"No, grandma, this isn't our home." David replied, ignoring the erroneous name slip-up.
"I smell lasagna. Smells nice."
"That's spaghetti, Grandma. Come on over here and take a seat. We'll get dished up and you can enjoy your meal tonight, does that sound good, sweetie?"
"When I was in the home, the hospital, we ate spaghetti every Tuesday and Thursday. That wasn't the best stuff though. This smells much better." Granny shepherd tottered out from the hallway, being led on by David to her dinner seat.
Jewel nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, hon! I hope you enjoy it."
"I will, Evelyn. Thank you." Grandma shepherd said, smiling warmly.
Jewel looked at David and silently mouthed "Evelyn?" He replied by lip-gesturing "Her older sister." Jewel nodded in response, fully understanding. Joel shrugged passively.
"Grandma, let's introduce ourselves to our new neighbors, sound good?"
"Sure, hon."
So far, so good! David thought.
"So this is Joel Jones, the gentle-frog over here to your right."
"Gentle-frog? Oh gosh, you flatter me, young man." Joel said to David, biting his lower lip. David gave a humbled, handsome smile and almost felt heat simmering off Hayli in response.
"Right over there next to Joel is his wife Jewel Jones. She's the one who made tonight's dinner." David said with a tone of appreciative grace. Claire and Joel applauded with golf-claps, to which Jewel bowed lightly. She swigged from her glass of water, winking and clicking her tongue.
"Yes, and it was a pleasure! I'm just glad I decided to make a little extra with this batch, especially for our new neighbors and tonight's Christmas Eve dinner guests!" Jewel announced, giving her best Sunday Afternoon Hostess imitation. David smiled and said thank you to Jewel in sign-language. When Jewel replied promptly with a smooth you're welcome in ASL, David's brows raised and his face illuminated with recognition. This caused Hayli to cream herself slightly, hoping nobody would notice her trembling motions. Claire smiled gratefully, ever-surprised at her new neighbor and his uniqueness; he seemed so different from any other canines she'd ever known. Maybe he wasn't going to be too mysterious to her after all?
"And these two young ladies over here are Claire and Ha-"
"HAYLI!!!" The young frog-girl shouted, while Claire turned red once more at her aunt's mere mention of her name, meeting David's hypnotic eyes. Hayli jumped up off her seat, giving Joel and Jewel an equally startled response. Claire watched as her cousin scurried rapidly, literally flinging herself towards David's grandma. "I'm Hayli and it’s a real pleasure to welcome you and your grandson…" Hayli glanced at David with eyes that screamed passion. "Uh, David into our home. I'm sure you'll just LOVE Mom's spaghetti! Probably her best recipe of all. No joke! You'll love it!!" Hayli's eyes glowed with excitement. Claire guessed that if she had a longer tail, it would be wagging like crazy right about now.
This caused Jewel to nod and applaud a bit, amused at her daughter's sudden burst of friendly energy. David laughed aloud. "Okay, thanks Hayli. That's very sweet of you to say. I'm sure Mom likes hearing things like that too, right Jewel?"
"Of course!" Jewel replied, grinning with her shoulders raised, super-happy. Joel and Claire watched Hayli, eyes pasted to David, unable to look away.
"Okay then, so what's your name, dear?" Joel asked, breaking his concentration free from his daughter, love-struck and hypnotized by David's fine canine prowess.
"Joyce Evans Whittaker! That's my name!" Joyce remarked with pride.
"Beautiful name, dear." Jewel complimented.
"Thanks, neighbor. Hear that Grandma? She loves your name." David said to Joyce, regarding Jewel.
"Glad I remember that. Haven't lost my mind just yet! Good thing too, I always had trouble with those types of patients." Joyce said.
Jewel and Joel exchanged a glance of incredible interest.
"Where'd you work before, Miss Whittaker?" Claire asked politely, avidly curious to know. This amused Jewel greatly, since Claire always acted quite reserved around new people.
"Uh, that hospital, remember the name of it, Danny? Danny, what was that hospital?" Joyce asked her son, David.
"Spring Hill Gardens, grandma." David replied promptly.
"Ah, that's it. Loved that place. Made lots of friends there." Joyce mused, recalling fond memories in her gaze, dreamy and distant.
Joel passed a bowl of thin angel-hair noodles around the table, urging Hayli to reclaim her seat. Hayli agreed, struggling to sever her magnetic staring contest with her newfound dream-desire.
~
"Spaghetti." Joyce said.
"Yes, ma'am. Some of the best you'll get around here." Joel remarked, winking at Jewel.
"I haven't had spaghetti for over five years." Joyce said. David chuckled beneath his breath.
"Grandma, we ate spaghetti a few nights ago."
"Oh, was it? Oh, I didn't… that's fine, thanks so much." Joyce replied to Joel, watching as the frog politely dished her plate up.
When the sauce came around, David offered to pour a nice drizzling over his grandmother's serving of noodles. Hayli picked up a clump of spaghetti with her fork and shoved it into her mouth, slurping a large load up, smacking the tips of the pasta against her nose.
"Stop that, Hayli. That's rude." Jewel insisted.
"Sorry, ma." Hayli said, not breaking her gaze away from David.
"So, have you guys lived here for very long?" David asked, hoping to strike up some complimentary dinner-side discussion with his new neighbors.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that. We've never really lived anywhere else before. Not while we've been married, that is. Right dear?" Joel asked Jewel, wrapping a webbed finger around his wife's own finger, clashing rings together with a tiny dull clink!
"Indeed!" Jewel replied.
"Yeah, I was born into this house. Raised here, too! Where were you raised, David?" Hayli asked, ensuring her voice sounded as pleasant as possible.
"Me? Uh, in the suburbs. My parents were both very hard-working bureaucratic-types."
"What's that mean?" Hayli asked, never breaking eye contact with the shepherd.
"Means my mom was a civil servant and my dad was an administrative official. They both got their kicks in politics, so it was only natural that they'd find solace in working with the government."
"Oooh, sounds very important!" Hayli mused, imagining how adorable David must have looked as a cub, dressed in a fine suit, attending Christmas parties with his parents.
"Dear, you refer to your parents in the past-tense often. Did something happen to them, by chance?" Jewel asked, hoping not to step over any privacy-boundaries.
"Well, actually they both went missing a number of years ago." David replied with earnest simplicity.
Claire gave such a profound start in reaction that she dropped her serving fork out of her hands, causing it to clink against the rim of her dinner plate. She grabbed for it immediately, blushing redder than the sauce that covered her angel hair pasta. She whispered apologies out loud, barely above a murmur.
"So as a result, I went to live with my grandparents. Been living with them ever since. Grandpa, well…" David looked at his grandmother, chewing a small dinner loaf, paying no mind or attention to the conversation at hand, then the shepherd leaned over toward Jewel, closing the gap between her and Joel. "Gramps died of heart failure about, oh, five or six years ago. After his passing, my Grandma began to grieve so heavily for his loss that she became over-stressed and began to suffer from bouts of insomnia and forgetfulness. Since then, she's gotten progressively, well…" David glanced back at his grandmother to see her trying to pry her roll open with the handle-end of her dinner fork, mistaking it for her butter-knife, "…worse. As unfortunate as her case may be, I opted to tend to her care. I just don't trust any strangers or random caregivers with her, know what I mean?"
Once again, Jewel's aunt resurfaced in the deep-recessed banks of her memory. "Of course, dear, we understand." Joel nodded assertively as well, smiling kind-heartedly at Joyce.
"Hayli, how was school today? Did you learn anything new?" Jewel asked her daughter, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.
"Other than what the Nativity scene means… no, not really. I did get a chance to make cardboard stockings for orphans though." Hayli said, twirling spaghetti with her fork.
"Oh, how nice! I'm sure those sweet young children will certainly appreciate that." Joel said.
"Maybe, if they're into cruddy-looking cardboard socks with noodles glued onto them and painted red and green."
David chuckled, so did Joel. Jewel just shook her head and asked Claire how her day went.
"Fine." Claire responded, raising her shoulders up to her neck, lowering her head.
"Just fine, honey?" Joel asked, equally curious.
Claire nodded quickly, incapable of looking up from her lap, feeling heat sweltering in her cheeks. If there was one thing Claire didn't enjoy very much, it was to be put on the spot, especially with strange newcomers present.
"Claire, who was that new boy you kept talking to earlier?" Hayli asked her cousin.
"Nobody! He was just… a teacher's aide, that's all, no big deal!" Claire blurted out quickly.
"Are you sure? I thought he was kinda, y'know, cute. Maybe he thought the same about you, eh cuz?"
David giggled softly, having just taken a large bite of spaghetti. Claire swung her foot out beneath the table to kick Hayli's shin, hoping that would shut her up a bit. Instead, her webbed frog-foot collided with David's kneecap. He grunted and flinched back in his seat. Claire's eyes grew very wide and her expression spelled out supreme shock and disbelief.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, sir! Truly!" Claire said, nearly shrieking in response. Jewel and Joel cocked their brows at Claire, curious to know what spooked her so heavily, interrupting their mini-conversation to each other about Santa's plans for tomorrow.
David laughed, completely calm. "No big deal at all! Really, Claire, you're fine. Footsies at the table, that's always a definite staple to a dinner gathering. And please, call me David. Sir just makes me feel way older than I really am, by far." This caused Claire to flush red once more. Hayli wondered if her cousin didn't have more than one heart, since she seemed to produce so much blood.
~
The first time David felt a strange pressing sensation at his groin, he froze in place, spoon-full of ice cream in his grasp. He looked over at Hayli and saw that she was giving him an extremely sultry expression, conveying a truly naughty face. Claire and Jewel were in the kitchen, paired up and helping each other wash, dry and re-stock dishes. Joel was in the living room, tuning into a local radio station, hoping they'd have decent Christmas tunes to be played. Joyce sat calmly in a recliner chair outside, watching cars go by and the last few boxes of her belongings carried into an open garage, wondering if the anthro-men assisting David were related or just good friends, maybe even hired help. She also wondered if Danny would bring a fruit tart, as he was apt to do on every Christmas. If anyone were to tell her that her other grandson Daniel had died in Iraq while serving his residual tour of duty, she'd just casually dismiss such ridiculousness and call out to David to buy a fruit tart instead.
David pressed against Hayli's large webbed foot with his knee, but could do very little to prevent her toes from brushing up against his crotch repeatedly. As little as he wished not to admit to himself that he was feeling extremely turned-on by her direct advances upon him, David struggled to maintain a sense of dignity and casualness, hoping nobody would notice this young frog-girl's nearly-sexual deviancy glaring in her eyes, her wanton intent to get into his bed and strip him completely nude to do… weird things to him. Frog-weird things.
This is completely unnatural. I'm twenty years old, for gosh sakes! She's probably, what, twelve or thirteen? If that? There's no way in heck she'd be able to woo me into her clutches. No way, no how! Just gotta stay cool, calm and collected… hopefully all this will pass and she'll quit messing with me, maybe? Her parents or her younger cousin will come back into the dining room, notice her strange behavior and ask her to help with Christmas cookies or something. Just play it cool, Davey-boy, that's all you gotta do. Play it cool and this goofy froggy girl will leave you be so you can just get on with your life and-
Hayli leaned her chair back and David caught a total eyeful of her frog-puss. He thought he'd faint on the spot. He could almost feel a strange damp sensation on the tips of his nostrils. Was that a nosebleed, perhaps? Could have been. It damn-well could have been. This girl, this young frog girl, was completely messing with his head and he wasn't going to break down and give into her advances. Damned if he did!
Then she began to finger at herself, and David lost his patience.
"Hey, Hayli! You got any cool books you like to read?" David asked, loud enough that her parents and cousin could hear his voice over the static of the radio, now dishing out holiday carols by Nat King Cole.
"Plenty, David. Wanna see my collection? I have 'em right upstairs." Hayli said, maintaining an aura of cool demeanor, even while rubbing her foot against his exposed feet-paws. David hoped to the lord upon high that his erection was well-sheltered enough to not cause it to tent-pole outward when he stood up. Luckily for him, it had receded back into its dog-sheath, so he was off the hook.
"Claire, you wanna come along?" Hayli asked, giving David a fairly teasing wink. Claire looked back, arms covered in soapy suds. She shook her head, casting forth a warming smirk.
"Nah, I'm fine. Go on ahead."
"Suit yourself, cousin!"
Claire looked quite pre-occupied with helping her Aunt Jewel. Good girl, David thought. She's a very kind, considerate niece. A total polar-opposite from this horny young devil before him…
~
When David walked into the girl's room, Hayli closed the door shut. David looked around, wondering where her book collection was, when she pushed him onto the bottom half of the cousin's shared bunk-bed.
"Woah! What gives?" David asked, only to be shushed by Hayli. He lay on his back upon a flimsy mattress, legs sprawled out and knees bent with canine dog-feet flat upon the carpeted ground.
"You just stay quiet, sexy." Hayli said, crooning with deviant intent in her voice, low and perverse. David was contemplating whether or not this was a really wise move, worried that either her cousin Claire would walk in on them… maybe even one of her parents. Of course, David figured nobody wouldn't even notice a single thing. Downstairs, he heard holiday music playing at a rather high level of volume and foot-falls thumping, rocking the walls and rattling the windowsills. They were dancing, alright - and quite heavily by the sound of it.
"Have you ever received a frog-job before?" Hayli asked, dragging a smooth, slippery finger down David's now-exposed chest, rubbing over his navel and carving a tiny trail through his belly-fur.
"Uh, not sure. What is that?"
"Pfft. Don't be gullible, man. You know what a blowjob is, right? At your age, I'm sure you do." Hayli said, nibbling at her lower lip slightly.
Holy shit, this girl is a total closet-freak! How on earth did she learn about this stuff at such an early age, anyways? Crimony, I didn't even watch a porno until I was sixteen, when Danny showed me that weird video-tape that he'd found in a random box in grandpa's belongings, which just so happened to be a tape devoted to kinky otter-girls getting their rocks off with shark-guys. Somebody had to have shown this froggy the ropes somehow, but-
"You're zoning out again, bud!" Hayli said, snapping her fingers into David's face, pushing his concentration back into the present once more.
"How do you know about blowjobs, young lady?" David asked. Hayli scoffed, shook her head and stood up. She removed her Budweiser frogs T-shirt and rubbed at her small, under-developed nipples, licking her chops.
"There's a whole lot I know about that might surprise you, pal."
"How am I not surprised at that?" David exclaimed, rolling his eyes; such gorgeous and dreamy eyes he has! Mmf! Gotta eat 'em right up!
"Just… stay cool and let me show you my thing, man! I've had plenty of practice." Hayli said, chuckling. She plopped down upon her knees, grabbed at David's knees and spread his legs wide.
"Practice? On who?" David asked, amused.
"Not on who… on what. Carrots, mostly. Cucumbers. Heck, even the handle on my hairbrush. Of course, Claire has no idea about that, so… y'know, keep it our little secret, m'kay?" Hayli winked, unzipping David's jeans.
"Uh, I'll keep way more than your experiments on your hairbrush a secret, believe me."
"Gosh, you're cute. So gullible! Do you even know how old I am?" Hayli asked, maintaining a cute range of youth in her voice.
"Trying not to think about it, actually." David remarked, wondering how his grandmother was doing downstairs, imagining she was just fine, supervised by their new neighbors… well, most of them at least.
"I'll give you a hint… it rhymes with canteen."
"Jeez, I should've known."
"Just enjoy it while it lasts, goofball."
"Yes, ma'am."
Hayli chuckled, then yanked David's pants free off his hips. She pulled down his jeans, letting them crumple up around his ankles. She then yawned wide and out jutted an insanely long tongue. David wondered how long exactly Hayli's tongue could stretch out to and dismissed the pondering thought, rather not finding out after all. Hayli blushed visibly and wrapped her frog-tongue around David's sheath, exposing a jutting pink knob of dog-cock. David whimpered at the sensation of her tongue slathered against his genitals, eyelids fluttering and moaning deep as Hayli wrapped her tongue around the entirety of his girth. David's penis, now exposed fully, knot and all, remained stiff as a rod while Hayli massaged his thighs and let her tongue go haywire against his shaft, shifting and squeezing, warm and moist against his cock. David felt horrible, knowing first-hand that she was pre-adolescent, feeling as if he were taking advantage of her, especially while his dementia-prone grandmother sat downstairs, confused off her rocker, wondering where her dead husband could be at this time of hour-
Whatever, man… you didn't take advantage of her, she took advantage of you! What goes around, comes around in the long run, dog. Just sit through her advances, let her do her thing and be gone, back downstairs, by your relative's side. Whatever it takes. Besides, how long can a 'frog-job' last, anyways? Just a little tongue-play and-
Hayli retracted her elastic tongue and clamped her mouth around David's cock, bobbing her head down into his crotch.
David uttered a grunting moan that he hoped wasn't too loud. Hayli fondled at David's testicles while she sucked him off deliriously, going deep and tilting her head for leverage, eyes glued to his shifting facial expressions the entire time. David felt a strong sensation to hold his hand-paws up, to reach up and grab the upper rafters of the bunk-bed but decided against that, for fear of having one or two of the planks snap in half from his firm grip, disturbing the festivities downstairs. Hayli dragged her frog-webbed hands up his chest, caressing his abs and his ribs, playfully pinching at his nipples, slowly lifting up his casual dinner shirt.
Without a word uttered, David unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it right off, leaving it in a bundle behind his head, apt to get severely wrinkled. Hayli giggled, then spat David's penis out onto his belly, licking free globs of pre-cum he'd let loose into her mouth, cleaning off the tip of his cock.
"You are… way more talented… than I gave you credit for. Holy hell." David said, trying to keep his composure, gasping for breath.
"Yeah? How about you eat me now?" Hayli said, standing up and plopping herself down upon her office-chair, spreading her legs, removing her chinos and exposing herself to David, full-frontal. David slid off the edge of the bed, hoping no come-stains stood out visibly. Luckily, as he looked back, he didn't see such a thing… Hayli did well at keeping things clean and pristine. Crazy. David never even imagined such a thing as this would happen, especially not with a frog-girl and most especially not upon his first night in the new neighborhood. David couldn't forget his grandmother downstairs, no matter how much further Hayli opted to go with her passion-play.
Her scent was wallowing in David's nostrils, wafting and potent, overpowering his senses. His cock dripped and twitched in response.
"Come to me, champ. Show me how talented that shep-tongue of yours is." Hayli said, speaking with a sultry aura of a very, very naughty and talented porn-star. David couldn't believe his absurd luck. Without a burst of argument, he nudged himself forward on his knees and grabbed her thighs, rubbing them lovingly. Hayli panted, letting her frog-tongue loose, stretching down to spread her vagina wide open to David, lost in his jaded green orbs of sheer satisfaction, his slender body tone, his fuzzy cheeks and long, bristly whiskers.
Right when David pressed his snout against her exposed clitoris, rigid and stiff, Hayli's computer made a strange ringing sound. Bobby was attempting to contact her via Skype. David halted his advancing lick-frenzy for a moment, unsure of what to expect.
"Who said you could stop, mister?" Hayli demanded, sounding cute even while acting stern.
David shrugged apologetically, resuming his oral pleasure. Receiving fellatio from a frog-girl was one thing, but giving cunnilingus treatment to the same frog-girl was another story altogether. Her pussy tasted like fresh herbs, the type of taste one would expect from swallowing a jug filled with fresh pond-water. David brushed his snout against her pink folds, spelling his name out in cursive with his tongue inside her young pussy (a trick he learned from a friend back in his immature middle school days) and feeling sheer delight from her shivering, trembling reactions. He must've been digging deep and damn good into her, to yield such feverish responses. Coupled with the fact that Hayli Jones tasted scrumptious as hell, David actually didn't find this to be a total lost cause after all.
~
"Dear, may I ask for this dance?" Joyce asked Joel.
Joel, surprised at this elderly dog-lady's insistence, nodded in agreement and held his hand out to her, wrapping her paw-padded fingers between his webbed ones, leading her into a Christmas waltzing strut. Claire and Jewel wrapped up the remaining dishes and dried their hands off, high-fiving each other for a job well done in cleaning up proper. After the post-dinner chores were finished, they entered the living room, Jewel shutting the kitchen light off behind her. Claire was delighted beyond all reason to see her uncle dance with such a suave and professional style, especially with a much older woman. For having dementia, Joyce certainly held her own upon her paw-padded feet. Jewel clapped along with the beat and Claire joined in, watching and admiring. The song ended and Joyce plopped down upon the Jones family couch, out of breath. Joel hoisted himself forward, catching his breath, grasping his knees.
"Joyce honey, you certainly have the spirit of dance in you!" Joel said, admiring their house-guest's persistency.
"Thank you, dear." Joyce said, not even breaking stride in her breath, neither hitched nor spent.
"Joyce, that was amazing!" Jewel said, clapping her frog-woman hands, amazed. Claire smiled at how impressed her uncle and aunt were with this older dog-woman, her ability to dance hard and not give into her age. Claire admired Joyce for her persistency. Suddenly she wondered where her cousin went to… as well as Joyce's grandson. Maybe she really did have a collection of books to share with him? Highly doubtful, but who was she to judge her own cousin? Claire knew how wild Hayli could be, especially with boys she admired. If anything, she just hoped Hayli wasn't going far too zany upstairs. Claire didn't want to see her cousin punished for having gotten overtly frisky with the new arrival in the neighborhood, a significantly older (but not much, by a stretch) canine male.
Claire held her peace. The next song came on and all four of the anthros stood up to strut their stuff in style, dancing the night of Christmas Eve up with no holds barred.
~
David strutted his stuff with no holds barred as well, only his method involved inserting himself into Hayli. The frog-girl nibbled at her finger as she squirted upon the canine-anthro's muzzle, enduring a thick climax as a result of his bristly tongue working its wonders in her vagina. Hayli slid down off the chair, causing it to roll back against the desk.
"You gonna answer your computer-phone?" David asked.
Hayli reached up and pressed the Enter key with her tongue, then laid on her back and reached up to David, grasping his shoulders and pulling him down to her.
"Fuck me on my bedroom floor, hot stuff. I want to blow Bobby's mind, maybe even his load too." Hayli whispered into David's ear, followed by a quick tongue-lashing against his cheek.
"Is that who's on the call up there?" David asked, nudging his head toward the computer. Hayli nodded. In her eyes, a twinkling could be seen, reflective and glowing with a force all unto its own.
"You are extremely naughty, you know that?" David said with a pang of humor in his voice. Hayli scrunched her face, biting her tongue, winking as adorably as a hentai loli-girl and nodding with proud intent.
"Enough words… let's have sex now. That'll be my early Christmas gift, to have you in me." Hayli said aloud.
"Hayli? You there? Hello?" A small, tinny voice echoed from the desk's top surface. Bobby, not even in the stage of puberty yet. The poor kid. Ah well, he'd find another girl someday soon. He had all the time in the world. Youth was his prime advantage.
"Fuck me, David." Hayli reached down and clenched David's thighs in her grip, wrapping her frog-legs around his waist, nudging her body against his own. "Fuck me until I'm cross-eyed."
"Thought you'd never ask." David replied. With a single thrust forward, David penetrated Hayli hard and deep. Hayli squeaked aloud, issuing little ribbits and pants. David began to hump passionately, sliding himself into Hayli's frog-girl fleshy-bits with a purely illicit rhythm, well-timed to the beat of the music emanating from downstairs.
"Ah, yes! David! David! Yes!" Hayli said, catching a breath between each word, moaning and breathing heavily.
"You feel amazing, Hayli! Amazing! Oh my God, this is crazy!" David remarked, smiling wide, looking into Hayli's eyes.
"I know, right?" Hayli responded, giggling aloud and losing herself into David's thrusting pattern. She rocked her hips alongside David's pushing movements, riding his cock with delirious lust. David lowered his head past her neck and licked freely at her nipple, causing Hayli to clench up and tingle heavily in her crotch. David moaned aloud, feeling her squeezing his cock in a firm embrace and he pushed harder, sliding into her deeper, humping faster, embracing her trembling motions, knees buckling, tongue jutting out and sliding against his chest and cheek, loving every whim of his sexual advances.
"Lift me up. I wanna say hi to Bobby." Hayli said, voice soupy with erotic candor.
"Uh, what?" David asked, shocked beyond reason.
"Don't worry, it'll be good… trust me." Hayli insisted. "Besides, he's a bit of a goofball anyways. He has… uh, God, harder… attachment issues. I wanna give him a taste of his own medicine. Lift me up, c'mon… oh fuck, that's so good…" Hayli moaned aloud, croaking and ribbitting up a frenzy.
"I don't think that's a good ide-" David began, only to be cut off by Hayli's grasping hands, covering his muzzle with her fingers, slick and totally frog-like.
"Do you want me to scream out loud? Scream for you to fuck me harder? My parents would love that, wouldn't they?" Hayli said, maintaining a heathen's expression, one that could strike fear into the hearts of prudes worldwide.
"Fucking fine, you weirdo. Hang on." David said, smiling sarcastically. He hoisted her body up in his grip - amazed by how lightweight she felt - and propped her upon the edge of the desk, kicking the rolling office-chair out of the way. The web-cam was resting upon the PC unit and Bobby, dressed in the ugliest Christmas sweater in all of creation, was waiting patiently for Hayli to return into his field of view, hopefully to engage in meaningful conversation.
"Watch this." Hayli said. She reached for the web-cam and the computer screen swung along with her motions, giving David a very vague sense of motion-sickness that subsided immediately. Hayli held the tiny camera in front of her face and smiled at Bobby. David saw her expression and noticed a small smudge of jizz-stain upon her nose. Woah, there was a streak he'd missed completely! David wondered how Bobby would take to that sight. Before he knew it, Hayli waved and smiled at the camera, winking with an adorableness that could only be compared to early Betty Boop cartoons of yesteryear. Bobby waved back, smiling awkwardly, wondering what sort of zany shenanigans his Skyping buddy had up her frog-sleeve this time. When Hayli held the camera out far enough to show her entire frontal nudity, Bobby's eyes tripled in size. His jaw dropped agape and his bobcat ears perked up, frozen in place. Hayli giggled and David saw his own dog-cock thrusting in and out of Hayli's snare-tight young frog-girl pussy. The sight was trippy as hell to witness from a digital perspective, this view made him slightly dizzy but David never faltered. In fact, seeing himself engaging in sexual intercourse under such a unique viewpoint (and Bobby's absurdly comical reactionary expression) caused David to thrust harder and faster than ever. Hayli lost herself to the lust and dropped the web-cam, causing it to fall underneath David's tail. The web-cam landed at an awkward angle, showing a Dutch camera effect upon the outgoing video feed. David watched his buttocks and his ankles at the sides of the screen, Hayli's near-absent frog-tail in the center and his testicles slapping against her taint and puckered frog-girl's asshole repeatedly. Bobby stayed frozen in place for a few seconds longer then his door opened wide in the background. A bobcat woman (his mother, evidently) came in with a glass of egg nog, asking Bobby-boo if he'd like a glass to celebrate Christmas with good taste. Bobby reeled back from the camera and swung around with such rapid breakneck speed that the video-feed buffered slightly, leaving behind an interlaced imprint of his shocked expression. As soon as Bobby's mother appeared, the video feed cut off and the Skype-call ended. David hoped the young lad wouldn't take Hayli's absurdly kinky teasing and vulgar display of intercourse too personally. Hayli could care less though because she felt his climax drawing near. David was on the verge of ejaculating deep into Hayli's frog-girl pussy.
"David? Uh! Mmmf! Ah! Oh! David?" Hayli said, in-between grunts and moans of sheer pleasure.
"What?" David responded.
"Cum in my butt, please?" Hayli asked David with a stifled sweetness in her voice, very graceful and good-natured.
"Yeah?" David responded, for clarification purposes.
"Mmhmm… please. I don't want cum on my body, it's messy to clean and leaves a stench. I don't want to make my parents wonder too heavily. So, cum in my butt. I want your cock to squirt shepherd-nectar in my frog-girl butt, David. Come on, stud, cum up my ass." Hayli whispered, moaning and breathing deep in and out of her mouth. David wondered how she'd feel knowing a spunk-stain of his marked her nose, even still.
David honored her request and removed his cock, slippery and slimy with Hayli's pussy-fluids. He panted hard and heavy. When he grabbed her thighs, he raised them high and placed the crooks of her knees over his shoulders, riding her upon his chest. He licked at the insides of her kneecaps as he pushed himself into her frog-hole.
Right as David shoved his knot into her rear-end, Hayli gasped and grit her teeth, closing her eyes tight, loosening her anal muscles to welcome David's shepherd knot deep into her rectum. Hayli wrapped her arms around David's shoulders and held onto his neck as he jizzed his ass off into her, licking at Hayli's cheek as he orgasmed deep, jizzing a flurry of rope after rope of warm, sticky ejaculate. Hayli also responded with a creamy orgasm of her own, squirting frog-girl nectar upon David's belly. The world as they saw it curved and swung aimlessly in their peripheral vision, rocking and spinning, rotating and blurring out. David's ears buzzed and droned silently and his heartbeat could be felt upon his forehead, rapid and intense. Hayli's body latched against his and her heartbeat also thrummed against his chest. They were in unison, equally satisfied, equally pleasured and equally aghast of each other's libido in full-swing. Hayli brushed her tongue against David's muzzle and smiled peacefully, gazing lovingly upon his face, watching his eyes. David looked into Hayli's face, simply adorable. Freckled cheeks were the shepherd's long-time fabled attraction and this girl certainly didn't disappoint.
Then the door opened and Joyce strolled into the frog-girl's shared bedroom.
"Danny, what was that one dance my husband and I always performed? You know, that one that is like a foxtrot-strut but way more energetic. You remember its name?" Joyce asked.
David, leaning against Hayli, sat upon the edge of her computer desk, clothing lying in tatters upon the carpet and on the bottom bunk-bed's mattress, embraced in a missionary pose, cleared his throat.
"Uh, was it the X-mas Swing, grandma?"
"Ah! Yes, that was the name! Swing. Couldn't remember. How silly, huh? A feeble old woman's mind, how it works and doesn't sometimes. Wild."
David nodded. Hayli kept her eyes opened wide, staring at Joyce, uncomprehending of what was happening. Was she really this… this… unknowing of what was going on?!
"Oh, you're practicing your own dance moves too, huh? How cute. Hi, hon!" Joyce said to Hayli, waving her hand-paw exuberantly. Hayli waved back, smiling crookedly. A new song kicked up downstairs, causing Joyce to react with a jolt and a wide-gummed smile. Her eyes lit up brighter than the LED lights wrapped around the Christmas tree downstairs. "Ooh, this is a good song to dance to as well! I'll see you later, hon." Joyce said to David, stepping out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her, pulling the latch shut.
David and Hayli just glanced at each other… then burst into hysterical laughing.
Evidently, Dementia had its strange little perks after all.
~
After David's cock let loose, freeing itself from Hayli's inner-depths, both frog-girl and shepherd-guy cleaned up in the bathroom connected to the girl's bedroom. David dressed himself back up in a flash and Hayli grabbed for a new top, this one featuring dancing reindeer cartoon caricatures in a Can-Can row. David chuckled at this sight, covering his muzzle. Hayli glanced down at her ugly Christmas sweater, then giggled and looked back up at David.
"Hey, it's one of my favorites to wear on Christmas. Don't judge me!" Hayli remarked with a whine.
"No judging from me, dear." David said, clearing his throat. Hayli leaped into David's arms and hugged him. David rubbed his hand-paws against her back.
"Thanks for making my Christmas Eve one to remember for a long, looong time." Hayli whispered into David's ear, nibbling at his earlobe just before backing away from her new neighbor.
"The pleasure was all mine… and yours too, a little." David replied.
Hayli grabbed David's hand-paws in her own hands, folding fingers together into a fan.
"Ours. Our pleasure." Hayli said, smiling wide.
A knock upon the door.
"Hayli? Are you in there?" Claire asked.
"Yeah! What's up, cousin?" Hayli responded.
"Come on down, there's carolers at the door! They're singing our favorite songs! If David's in there too, bring him."
Hayli snickered, looking back at David, winking playfully. David cast forth a smug grin, nodding complacently.
"On our way!" Hayli responded to Claire through the door.
"'Kay." Claire said, then trotted back down the stairs.
David adjusted the collar of his shirt, brushed off a small piece of lint on his pants and stood upright, spreading his arms out to his sides. "How do I look?"
Hayli eyed David from pointed ears to exposed foot-paws and everywhere else in-between, got lost once more in his eyes and smiled.
"Like Christmas came early."
~
Later that night, Bobby replayed the video-feed… and stroked himself into a complete daze. One way or another, he'd know who Hayli's new boyfriend was… and by God, Bobby would sink his teeth into that sexy bastard.

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