Drabbletag: The Little Mermaid - Ariel/Ursula
Title: How To Be a Mammal
Prompt: 'Tentacle' by snarklightning
Fandom: The Little Mermaid
Pairing: Ursula/Ariel
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Note: ...Because one should take every excuse to mess around with Disney.
Ariel surfaced, gasping for air, on a rolling wave. As soon as she could breathe again, she noticed the searing pain in her bottom half - in her legs - her whole body ached with it. She gasped and gasped, floating on the water, amazed at how unwelcoming the cold, rolling ocean suddenly seemed.
She felt clumsy, and kicked desperately to stay afloat. The shore seemed an impossibility as much as a necessity.
There was a ripple in the water. She hadn't felt the witch surface at all before she saw her rise from the waves. I'm blind, she thought helplessly, her sensitive scales gone and vanished forever.
'One more thing, my dear,' the sea-witch said. Her tentacles slithered around Ariel's legs, holding her afloat and still at once. One broke the surface, curling up gracefully to caress her cheek.
Ursula leaned in close, a mass of slick skin and ocean-scent. One tentacle slithered up Ariel's cold-numbed leg, brushing against her new vaginal opening, then pushing in. Ariel gasped, though she could not speak, at the unexpected invasion. She wasn't numb all the way up there. It was an action that made no sense, and felt like nothing she'd ever known before.
'I will come see you once more,' whispered Ursula against her ear. 'And I will teach you a few things for your wedding night.'
A week later, when the prince's beautiful new bride cornered Ariel in her room, and slid her hands up her dress, she really should have guessed.
Prompt: 'Tentacle' by snarklightning
Fandom: The Little Mermaid
Pairing: Ursula/Ariel
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Note: ...Because one should take every excuse to mess around with Disney.
Ariel surfaced, gasping for air, on a rolling wave. As soon as she could breathe again, she noticed the searing pain in her bottom half - in her legs - her whole body ached with it. She gasped and gasped, floating on the water, amazed at how unwelcoming the cold, rolling ocean suddenly seemed.
She felt clumsy, and kicked desperately to stay afloat. The shore seemed an impossibility as much as a necessity.
There was a ripple in the water. She hadn't felt the witch surface at all before she saw her rise from the waves. I'm blind, she thought helplessly, her sensitive scales gone and vanished forever.
'One more thing, my dear,' the sea-witch said. Her tentacles slithered around Ariel's legs, holding her afloat and still at once. One broke the surface, curling up gracefully to caress her cheek.
Ursula leaned in close, a mass of slick skin and ocean-scent. One tentacle slithered up Ariel's cold-numbed leg, brushing against her new vaginal opening, then pushing in. Ariel gasped, though she could not speak, at the unexpected invasion. She wasn't numb all the way up there. It was an action that made no sense, and felt like nothing she'd ever known before.
'I will come see you once more,' whispered Ursula against her ear. 'And I will teach you a few things for your wedding night.'
A week later, when the prince's beautiful new bride cornered Ariel in her room, and slid her hands up her dress, she really should have guessed.