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Ariel's Wedding Night
an unauthorized Little Mermaid story
by Christine Morgan (vecna@eskimo.com)

***

A fishy love story fantasy, where things just might not 
work out as planned. (MF, fantasy)

***

The wedding ship sailed serenely under a sunset sky. 
The weather was as calm and perfect as King Triton 
could make it, in his happiness on the day of his 
youngest daughter's wedding. The humans aboard were 
making most merry. 

They drank wine, rum, mead, and whatever else they 
could lay hands upon. Most were drinking out of joyous 
celebration, but there were those who drank heavily, 
Lord Grimsby included, to try and forget the fact that 
Prince Eric had married a fish. 

All agreed that marrying a fish was considerably better 
than an octopi witch that had nearly tricked the 
handsome young prince into wedlock. Princess Ariel was 
lovely, sweet, and kind. She had legs as a human did, 
but none of them were going to easily dismiss the 
memory of her flopping on the deck with a scaled green 
tail.

Among the nervous were those who made their living by 
plundering the sea of its wealth. Eric's was a coastal 
domain. Fishing was their main source of food. 
Difficult, that, when what was hauled up in a net may 
be kin to their princess. Shipping was another means of 
income, and even piracy (though they called it 
privateering). But it was now confirmed that the sea 
was the realm of a king, a king with power over wind 
and wave, a king who might impose restrictions on 
travel across his territory. The staff of the royal 
kitchens had been in a quandary. How to prepare the 
traditional wedding feast while keeping away from 
seafood?

Instead of succulent roast dolphin, they had to serve 
beef. The few cattlemen of the realm were quite 
pleased, but their herds and farms would not sustain 
the masses forever. All in all, it was understandable 
that the liquor flowed freely.

The only ones aboard who were not distraught over one 
thing or another were the bride and groom, and Eric's 
shaggy dog Max. Max had eaten most of the cake that the 
chef Louis had ruined in his pursuit of Sebastian the 
crab, and the overfed dog was now sprawled beside the 
mainmast sleeping it off. Louis, who had broken off 
most of his teeth, was sleeping the sleep of brandy 
given him to ease the pain. Ariel and Eric stood on the 
prow, arms around each other. The wind stirred her 
luxurious red hair and ruffled the lacy hem of her 
gown. 

"Oh, Eric, I'm so happy," she said in the breathy yet 
melodious voice that he had heard in his dreams since 
the day she had saved him from drowning. 

He lifted her hand to his lips, kissing it lingeringly. 
"Shall we go to our cabin?" 

She nodded, blushing and smiling shyly. He led her to 
the spacious cabin. It was lavishly furnished and piled 
with gifts. Once the door was closed and securely 
locked, Eric gathered his bride into his arms for a 
passionate kiss.

She responded expertly, warm soft lips flavored with 
wine, tongue darting like a tiny fish amid the coral 
shoals of his teeth. Ariel could tell immediately that 
Eric had never been kissed by a mermaid before. His 
eyes flew wide, then closed in rapture. She let her 
hands drift like waving strands of kelp over the sides 
of his face, the strong line of his jaw, running her 
fingers through his hair. 

When she released him, he blinked at her, then grinned. 
"You didn't kiss me like that before." 

She lowered her head and gazed up at him from beneath 
long silky lashes. "You weren't my husband before."

"If I'd known it was like that, I would have married 
you the day I found you on that rock, wrapped in 
sailcloth." She giggled and kissed him again. 

This time, he slid his hands up the brocaded fabric of 
her bodice to her full bosom. "Do you still wear 
seashells under here?" he murmured against her mouth. 

"The dressmaker wouldn't let me." She squirmed against 
him, giving him more access. "Actually, this is really 
uncomfortable." 

Eric's grin widened. "Why don't you take it off?" 

"Undo me?" She lifted her hair over one shoulder and 
turned her back to him. He began unfastening the dress, 
his fingers clumsy on the tiny pearl buttons.

"Damn! How many are there?" 

"Half a hundred," she said, frowning. "And half a 
thousand on the skirt. So many oysters died to make 
this dress, which I'll wear only once." 

"Don't think about it," he said, caressing the milk-
smooth skin of her back. "Think about you and me and 
how happy we will be."

"Mmmm," she sighed. He fumbled another few buttons 
open, then muttered an oath and seized the sides. He 
pulled. The dress came apart with a rapid patter of 
pearls hitting the wooden floor. 

"Eric!" she gasped, pretending shock. She shrugged out 
of the gown, loving the feel of the cool sea air on her 
skin. She was completely bare beneath the gown. The 
dressmaker had argued for complicated undergarments, 
but she disliked the confinement. Her breasts needed no 
uplift. Her legs were long and smooth, utterly free of 
scars and blemishes. Her waist was almost too narrow, 
her hips sweetly flared, her bottom firm and cute with 
one dimple on the left. She had spent many hours 
surreptitiously studying human women, and knew herself 
to be quite appealingly shapely. 

Eric's reaction confirmed it. He admired her as she 
stood proudly, turning this way and that. "I was afraid 
you'd be shy," he said, laughing a bit at his own 
foolishness. 

He peeled off his shirt as she watched intently. When 
she'd rescued him, his shirt had torn, and she had 
thought there was something strange about his chest. 
Now, as it was revealed, she saw that she was right. 
There was a patch of short curly hair in the center, 
spreading out in a fan shape between his nipples. 

"You have hair here," she said, touching it. "How 
funny!" A narrowing line of it went down toward his 
waist. She traced it, feeling the muscles in his 
stomach jump and flutter under her fingertips. 

"You have hair somewhere else," he said, dropping his 
gaze boldly. 

"Well, yes, there for some reason." She shrugged. "It 
was like that when I became human. Do you have hair 
that low?" 

He nodded. "That and more." 

"Show me! All these clothes are so unnatural." 

Eric sat on the edge of the bed. Ariel sat beside him, 
watching as he tugged off his boots. The sight of his 
feet made her want to giggle. Feet seemed silly to her, 
even her own. No wonder humans wore shoes so often. 
With his boots off, Eric stood and removed his tight 
trousers. She saw that even his legs had hair on them. 
He straightened, and her jaw dropped. There was 
something odd between his legs, a pale column of flesh 
sticking out of a curly thatch of black hair, and a 
wrinkled pouch behind it. 

She covered her surprise before he saw it, not wanting 
him to think her ignorant. There had been enough of 
that already, when she had used a fork to comb her hair 
or thought Grimsby's pipe was a musical instrument. 
Surely whatever that thing was belonged there, and she 
wasn't about to act the guppy. Except for the hair, he 
was as handsome as any merman from the waist up. Her 
many sisters were jealous. They were all older and 
plainer, and while they had schools of suitors because 
they were princesses, none of them had found true love. 

"Well?" he asked, turning as she had done. "What do you 
think?" 

"The statue didn't do you justice." She held out her 
arms. "Come and hold me. I want to feel your skin next 
to mine." 

"No, not shy at all!" He threw himself on the bed and 
pulled her down with him. They rolled over furs and 
satin pillows, laughing, kissing. His skin felt odd 
next to hers, hairy as it was, but like the coarseness 
of his chin, she quickly got used to it. She missed the 
whisper-sheen of water all around her, but found that 
legs could twine like pairs of tails. The only problem 
was that column, which felt hard as bone as it pressed 
against her. 

She reached down to move it. It lurched in her hand, 
damp at the end. 

Eric moaned. "Oh, Ariel, I don't want to wait any 
longer!" He rolled on top of her, the weight of his 
legs and the pressure of his knees spreading her thighs 
apart. 

"Wait? Wait for what?" she said.

He cupped his hand over the mound of red hair between 
her legs. "For this!" 

She twisted away. "Eric, what are you doing?" 

"I want you, Ariel! Now! We can be leisurely later, but 
I must have you now or else explode!" 

Ariel jumped. "Eric!" His questing fingers were causing 
strange sensations in that area, which she thought was 
for human eliminatory functions. Why did he want to 
touch her there? 

"Ariel! Yes!" He mistook her alarm for acceptance and 
flipped her legs up over his shoulders. That column of 
flesh, rigid and even seeming to throb, jutted out from 
his body. She tried to speak, but in this awkward 
position her breasts were squashed up to her face and 
she could barely breathe. 

"It will only hurt for a moment," he promised. He 
thrust down.

Her soft tissues parted like wet sand as he forced the 
column in. Sudden vivid pain shot through her. She felt 
as if a foot of hard iron was rammed into her belly, a 
fishhook to spear her most vital inner organs. 

Ariel screamed in a pitch so high only dolphins could 
hear her. She pushed against Eric, trying to throw him 
off, but he was too heavy. The column was only halfway 
embedded, and she was dying from the agony. She thought 
he loved her! How could he do this? Her father had been 
right! He was killing her! He grunted, tongue caught 
between his teeth, and shoved down again. Her hands 
beat at his head like a flock of startled seagulls. He 
gripped her buttocks, fingers digging in, and drove 
onward until their bodies were locked together. 

The width of his hips forced her legs wider. She could 
no longer see the column, just his black lower hair and 
her red, so close they might have made the pelt of one 
strange beast. Her feet kicked uselessly beside his 
ears. 

"It's all right," he whispered. "The pain is over, 
sweet Ariel. It was only your maidenhead." 

He withdrew most of the way, and she saw that his 
column was now streaked with her blood. He thrust it 
slowly all the way back in, heedless of her pathetic 
struggles. 

Ariel was sobbing, gasping, trying to scream. She 
pushed harder, writhed under him. He pulled it out and 
pushed it in again, again, faster and faster. 

"Eric, please!" she begged. 

"Soon now, darling. Soon. Oh, I knew you would be like 
this. Move your bottom, yes, up and down, as I do, oh, 
Ariel!" 

He was enjoying this! Enjoying her pain! Barbarian! 
Monster! She had been fooled, so horribly fooled! In 
and out, in and out, faster and harder, the whole bed 
bouncing and shaking with them. Eric's thighs slapped 
against Ariel's buttocks. 

He suddenly flung his head back and thrust at her so 
hard she was sure his invading rod would burst out of 
her belly in a gout of blood. "Ohhhhh, Ariel! Yes!" Two 
more battering thrusts, and his entire body went rigid 
and shuddered. 

She felt a gush of some hot fluid inside her and knew 
she was dying, he had ruptured something and she would 
die. He collapsed on her, heavy and covered with salty 
sweat. Incredibly, he was kissing her brow, her cheeks, 
her lips. 

"Ariel, darling, that was wonderful!" 

She pushed him away and rolled onto her side. "You 
shark! You vicious shark!" 

"What?" He rose on one elbow. "Ariel, what's the 
matter?" 

She sobbed, arms wrapped around her middle. She could 
feel stickiness oozing from between her legs but dared 
not look. "I thought you loved me!" 

"I do!" 

"Then why? Why this?" 

"What? But, it's our wedding night?" He sounded 
concerned, perplexed. 

Ariel was not dying as fast as she'd expected, though 
she felt bruised and swollen all over. "I don't 
understand," she wailed, covering her face with her 
hands. 

"It does hurt a little the first time..." 

"First time! You mean you plan to do that again?" 

"You didn't like it?" 

"Like it!?! I tried to stop you! I'm supposed to like 
that? Whatever for?" 

"You're my wife. Don't you want to have children?" 

She looked up at him, now even more confused. 
"Children?" 

"Yes. Children. How else would we get them?"

Ariel pulled a blanket tight around herself. "How else? 
I'll lay my eggs in the spawning bed, and you swim 
along... and... oh." There was a moment of awkward 
silence, then they both spoke at once. "Humans don't 
lay eggs, do they?" she asked in a very small meek 
voice. 

"Merfolk don't have sex, do they?" he asked. 

They stared at each other in horrified realization. Up 
on deck, a drunken sailor lit off a whole box of 
fireworks and everyone cheered to the long and happy 
marriage of Eric and Ariel.

End
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