Under the Sea

[MikeHales67]

This story does end fatally for one of the participants. I haven't watched 'The Little Mermaid' but I thought that the idea of two mermaids locked in a savage fight to the death too good not to write.

Under the Sea

At first, all I could see was a dot in the sunlit waters.

The dot got bigger, forming into the figure of a mermaid. That blonde cocksucker, Circe. The long flowing golden hair, those oh-so-big tits. I recognised that blonde whore at once. The blonde whore whom I was going to kill.

This is the way of my people; any princess could challenge another for the right of succession. By custom, they would swim out beyond the great reef, and only one would return. Most normal fights are settled with the winner getting a submission or a knockout.

But on questions of succession...

There was always the possibility that the loser could make another challenge. Raise an army. Civil war. And after the last civil war, which lasted over one hundred years, it was decided that it was best to settle such questions once and for all with a fight to the death, mermaid to mermaid.

I had known Circe since I was a fingerling; we had played together. I can't remember when I became aware of the whispering, her father telling her that I was too soft, that she would make a far better queen and one day she would take the crown from me, or who explained to me that she was from a rival family and one day she could challenge me for the throne. But that was when I stopped playing with her. I haven't spoken to her since.

Now that I'm twenty, I'm old enough to become a Queen; I'm old enough to receive a challenge. I wasn't surprised that Circe was the first. It was only a matter of time.

My father was in tears.

 "Don't worry, Dad, I'll be home soon".

 He looked at me with tears in his eyes.

 "You're so sweet, little one. I'm afraid that when the time comes, you won't..."
 
 "Dad, I will!" I spoke firmly. I knew what was at stake. I knew what I had to do.

 "Her father has made much of what his daughter will do to you. I am afraid for you, little one"

 "Don't worry, father, I will destroy the cocksucking whore".

 "Ariel..." he gave me a disapproving look. He did mind me killing her but telling the truth and calling her a cocksucking whore...go figure.

 "But Father, that's what everybody says round court". I protested. It's true, the whore had swallowed so much cum I bet she gargles with it.

 "Ariel..." another disappointed look.

 "I will win, Dad, I promise".

 "I get it. If we do not settle this matter, it could lead to more problems, which is not good for the kingdom. I need to step up and not shirk my duty, Father, and kill the whore". 

You think mermaids are cute, right? Wrong. Mermaids can be adorable when we want to be. But underneath, like the surface dwellers, we're savage killers; even great white sharks are scared of us. This would not be pleasant or easy, but it was necessary. I would fight, and I would win.

I'd set off early because one: I didn't want any long goodbyes, no, not 'goodbye', 'Au revoir'. Two: I wanted to fight somewhere I'd selected. Nope, I didn't trust the whore.

Out past the reef, I found a clearing in the seabed. I opened my dye-stick, telling my opponent where I was and inviting her to join me. Now I wait. I'm nervous. I have not fought before, but neither has she. It is not allowed; this is to be a test of the real you, not some instructor or trainer. We have marshals from each side to check this.

Today I will fight and kill another woman, a mermaid. My nerves are to be expected. If you're not nervous, you're stupid, I was told, and I'm not stupid.  I know one of us will die today. One of our fathers will wait in vain for their daughter's return. It won't be me. I will survive. It is my duty. I cannot ask my subjects to fight for me without being prepared to fight for them myself, and I cannot allow the kingdom to fall into her hands. I will win, I must win.

Around me are outcrops of ancient rock covered in coral. They will be the witnesses to our duel to the death. We can't be the first to have come here, to this very spot. I wonder how many duels. How many unanswered tearful pleas for mercy. How many deaths. Have they seen?

They are not speaking. They watch silently. They are so old, covered thick in coral. Is that blood on the coral? I move closer. I see specks of dried red all over the coral. A relic of a previous battle. I wouldn't like to have been the mermaid whose face got smashed into that coral, yuck! Then I smile when I imagine a certain person's face getting pulped into that coral.

And here she is.

I'm ready.

 "Ariel, such a nice place you picked", Circe looks around at the rocky outcrops.

 "That coral could really fuck someone's face up". Circe looks at me, trying to psych me out.

I say nothing. I look at Circe and smile.

 "Did you say goodbye to your father?" Circe enquires.

 "You'll never see him again!" She smiles pleasantly. Fuck you bitch. That is what I should have said. Instead, I reply.

 "Oh no, I'll see him again. Did you say goodbye to yours?..."

 "...after all, it's the last cock you'll ever suck..."

 "...bitch!" I smile back, pleasantly.

 "It'll be such a pleasure to kill you", Circe sneers.

I sneer back.

 "No, the pleasure will be all mine!"

 "Enough talking, time to die, princess!"

 "Feel free to try Cocksucker!"

Screaming, we dive for each other, grabbing hair. I try to pull her head back, giving her an unexpected facelift, while Circe pulls my head from side to side.

 "Bitch!" I slap hard at Circe's face.

 "Dead-meat!" Circe growls as she slaps back.

Pulling me down below her by the hair. She tries to slap me with her tail. I roll in the water, and the tail brushes my body. Our tails are powerful, with hard, scaly skin. If done correctly, they can break a neck or ribs. The stupid cocksucker hadn't, and I didn't want to wait around to give her the chance.

As the second kick sails past me, I charge, full speed. My head crashes into her stomach. I drive her back. She hits the rocky outcrop at full speed. She screams as the sharp coral shreds her once pristine flesh. I move my body back and headbutt her again. I'm trying my best to impale the bitch on the sharp coral. She must be in agony, but starts hysterically hammering her fists on my back.

My head snaps up, crashing into Circe's face. Stunned, her head jolts up, trailing blood from her nose. Grunting, she launches a retaliatory backhand, but I move my head back. As Circe spins around, from the momentum of her failed blow, I grab the strap of her clamshell bra. I twist my grip, and those clamshells flatten those overgrown udders flat like a pancake. Circe grimaces in pain.

I start spinning her around by the straps, then stop her dead with a blow to the guts. Clutching her stomach, Circe lets out a gasp, her eyes bug out.

I start to spin her again. The strap is stretching tightly, getting thinner. I dream of what that jagged coral would do to cocksuckers face. Until. The string snaps, and Circe tumbles away from me, her bikini floating away in the opposite direction. She rights herself, her escaped breasts floating in the current. A look of anger on her face as she tends to her compressed udders. I smirk.

 "Come here!"

She pulls me by the hair into her tail, raised like a knee, straight into my stomach. Grabbing me by the hair, she rams me into the rock. The coral pierces my flesh, my eyes open wide in pain as I scream, then, as I lie there, foggy, bleeding, she draws her nails along my back, leaving bright red tram tracks along my smooth back. I scream as the bitch tries to rip the skin off my back.

My head jolts up, smashing into Circe's face. Her face oozes more blood.

I send a right hook into Circe's face, it snaps to the side.

Circe fires back with an uppercut to my tits. Fuck that hurts!

 I buck with a kick to the stomach, but Circe has moved. My tail hits empty water. Where has she gone?

Behind me.

I feel her arms enfolding me, she's bear-hugging me! It's getting hard to breathe. I slam with my tail, bucking, trying to unseat her. The cocksucker is still on me. I buck again. Her grip loosens slightly, not much, just enough. I fire my elbows into her guts, then I twist around to face her and pull her head back by the hair, my other hand pushing at Circe's chin. She claws at my face. Our tails are flapping, pushing us up. We start corkscrewing upwards, spinning, spinning furiously upwards.

We erupt out of the water. gasping at the air that cuts like a knife, not like the gentle warm currents of my undersea world. What the fuck is this place? The air howls. Waves hit my head. I try to breathe, but can't. This place is savage. How could anybody live here? I feel Circe's slap; it hits me with a force I've never felt before. Limbs and muscles used to moving through water,  no longer slowed down by water. It stings, it stings hard. hard.

I grab the cocksucker's hair, pulling her face into a punch to the mouth. Circe fires out a punch at my clam-shell bikini; it shatters. Circe grabs my breasts and kneads, working the shards of the broken clam-shell into my breasts, slashing at my flesh, and I whine.

I fire an uppercut into Circe's gut; she gasps as the air bursts from her lungs. I join my hands together and swing them into her face. She gasps; her face is a bloody mess; instead of floating away, the blood sticks to her face and hair.

 I hold her head up by the hair as my slap snaps her head to the side. Then I move in and bear-hug her, my arms digging into her waist, maybe crack a rib as I hold her head up, refusing to let her breathe. I've trapped her arms, no clawing, bitch. I look at her; her face is turning purple. She has two black eyes, blood pours from her lip and nose, and lumps pepper her face, not that I look any better, I feel blood pouring into my eyes, and it cakes, it cakes! I've never felt this on my face before. Blood flows onto her teeth, giving her a real feral look. She has a spacey look in her eyes; she's suffocating. I am, too, but I just need to hold on. My gills scream at me for life-giving water I refuse to listen.

I pulse my grip, cocksucker whines. She thrashes her tail. I try to hold the bitch's head up, suffocating her in the air, but I'm getting dizzy. I'm going to pass out soon. Reluctantly, I sink back into the life-giving water. I'm dazed, on the edge of passing out, so is she. We both float in the ocean, coughing. Both helpless, racing to be the first one to recover, to get the advantage.

Circe moves first; she kicks with her tail, hitting me in my chest, and I cartwheel. I struggle trying to stop my crazy motion. Eventually, I right myself, but Circe's on my back. One arm around my neck, the other claws at my face. Her scratches draw blood while her arm, like an iron bar across my throat, chokes me. I'm in trouble. I push with my tail, slamming both of us backwards into an outcropping of rocks. The coral pierces her flesh, again. Circe shrieks in agony. Good. Not wasting any time, I spin around, grab Circe's head, and slam it into the rocks. There's a scream, and blood lazily streams from Circe's forehead, so we're fighting in a haze of red blood: hers and mine.

As I try to slam her head again, she tries to resist by tensing her neck. She fails. I slam again.  Another scream. More blood.

And again. I'm going to bash your brains out, cocksucker.

Circe's flaying hands reach out, finding a rock, she picks it up and smashes it into my head. I move back, stunned, then I see it and grab it. A weapon, a long razor shell. Circe looks mockingly

 "Are you going to stab me with that, little girl?"

She's still holding the rock tightly. I jab out with the long shell, she swings the rock, I jump back, and she dodges my thrust. Then she realises that I'm not going to stab her, I'm going for her eyes!

She edges back. I jab again, and quickly Circe moves back out of range. I'm backing her up against the wall, trapping her. I jab again. Cocksucker ducks, my shell hits the outcrop, and it shatters. She grabs my hand, and we wrestle for control of the shell.

Circe slams my hand against the outcrop and swings the rock she still has in her hand. I scream as she smashes the rock into my hand. I release my grip on the shell, crushed into pieces in my hand, the broken pieces float to the ocean floor as blood leaks from my injured hand, my fingers numb.

 "Bitch...", Circe snarls as she raises the rock, ready to bash my brains out.

 "...I was gonna give you a quick painless death..."

 "...but now I'm gonna make you beg for it!"

Too much talking, cocksucker. I dive for the hand holding the rock, and I stuff the wrist into my mouth, biting down. Circe's turn to scream now. The rock drops, and I swing her round by the arm, slamming her into the outcrop, face-first. Her face comes away even more bloody.

While she's stunned, I throw her by the hair down onto the seabed on her back. I dive on top of the bitch, hands out. My thumbs start to dig into her eye sockets. I'm determined to finish the job and blind the bitch. Blood starts drifting from her eyes as Circe screams.

Her hands go down my crotch. Shit. A mermaid's womanhood is different from that of a land-dweller in that a flap of flesh covers it. Circe tears that flap out of the way and plunges her clawed hands deep inside me. I shriek. The hands claw and scratch at my womanhood. I try to pull the hands out, but they're too deeply embedded. I'm not proud of this, but I start whining now.

Circe spits in my face. She's ecstatic about the torture she's inflicting. I can't take much more. She said I'd beg for it, didn't she? Eventually, Circe decides she'd had enough; she knows she couldn't kill me this way. She contemptuously pushes me away, clawing her hands as she pulls them out, ripping out chunks of flesh. I'm sobbing as blood drifts from my crotch and I drift.

Circe moves in on her prey, me. Through a haze of pain, I see my would-be executioner. She thinks she's broken me, that the fight is all hers. She's wrong. From deep inside myself, I lash out. No, I will not die today. The blow hits Circe's jaw: for a moment, her eyes go glassy. The prey becomes the predator.

Scooping up silt from the Ocean floor, I fling it at Circe's face. Blinding her. As I scream

 "Fuck off and die already!"

While she clears the dirt from her face,  I reach out for Circe's left breast. Gripping it hard and twisting, I pull my mortal enemy closer. My other hand clamps on her other breast and gouges the flesh.

 "Slut!" Circe grabs as much tit-flesh into her greedy hands as she can, kneading the orbs, paying special attention to the sore wounds on my once pristine flesh.

I pull the pliant flesh in opposite directions. Circe pulls my breasts up, trying to stretch them into my armpits. I punch them again, and I let those puffy breasts sway in the currents before I grab them again.

 "You're gonna die tit-less!" Circe jeers.

 "No, you're gonna die!" I spit back.

I slam her tits together by the nipple. Grinding them together, I'm gonna rub them raw, howd'ya like those tenderised titties?. Circe yanks hard at my tit. I jam my thumb into Circe's nipple. We're spinning in the water now, turning over and over, churning up the seabed as we struggle. I release a tit, then punch it, grinding in my knuckles. Circe bites my shoulder, as my left hand claws down her already bloody back. Circe bites down harder. She can't scream, but I scream loud enough for both of us. Circe continues in her efforts to rip a chunk out of my shoulder, shaking her head like a rabid dog while trying to tear my breasts off, while I tear the flesh off Circe's back while trying to rip her left nipple off. Moans and inhuman grunts are all that can be heard. We kick with our tails, they tangle up, but we don't have the distance between us to deliver a good blow.

Then my gaze goes down to her crotch, as though selecting my next target. She sees it.

 "No!"

She pushes me away with her hands. I move back, getting just enough distance to...

Slam my tail into Circe's head. Blood spews from her mouth. Her head snaps back while her eyes roll in her sockets, poleaxed. Everything is still now, in contrast to the violence that took place mere moments ago. Her body just hangs there in the still of the ocean, shallowly breathing.

Shit.

 I curse myself. That blow was powerful; it should have broken her neck, but Circe just floats there, stunned. She's still breathing. She's still alive.

Shit.

I have a job to finish. Reaching out, I haul the stunned body towards me by the hair. She's hard work; those fat tits of hers must weigh a ton.

I pull her close, my jaws anticipating her pretty little neck. This is easier than I thought. I bite down until I can taste the thick, salty blood. The taste of victory. I keep going. I start shaking my head, like a starving man. I feel the artery pop in my mouth. Greedily, I drink my foe's life-giving liquid. I gulp it down. I have never felt so alive. I could feel the whore's life-force flowing through my body, electrifying me even as it leaves hers an empty shell.

Briefly, her eyes open in panic. Does she know what's happening to her? It doesn't matter; there's nothing she can do. Her struggles are weak. I effortlessly bat her useless arms away, and soon she succumbs to blood loss, her eyes take on a dull, blank stare, and then they close for the final time.

My thirst satiated. I push the lifeless body away. It drifts with the currents, finally going back to being a little dot in the sunlit waters. Probably end up as fish food, at least she'll be of some use.

I swim back to my friends, now, slowly. Sebastian, Flounder Scuttle, they will be waiting for me, they will be so happy. I'm battered and bruised and bloody, but I'm alive, which is more than can be said for cocksucker.

Briefly, I think of Circe's parents waiting for her return to crown their daughter as Queen. They wait in vain; they will be so happy to see me, and I smile. Job complete.

  "One less Cock sucking whore in the world"

[Leilani]

Darling, it's better
Down where it's wetter.

[Leilani]