Ron had been feeling like him and Kim were growing apart more and more everyday. It wasn’t just her bad attitude, but also the way she treated him. They were boyfriend and girlfriend now, but she refused to treat him any differently. Ron didn’t think he was being greedy when he tried to hold hands with Kim or kiss her. Whenever he tried to touch her, she’d just push him away, like his touch disgusted her. Ron wasn’t sure how long they would last. he could take a lot and he did care deeply for Kim, but a man could only have his ego and manhood stepped on for so long before giving up. Ron didn’t want to lose Kim, but he refused to be made to feel inferior whenever she was around.

Deep in thought about him and Kim, Ron went deeper into the ship. Unaware that he was walking closer and closer to the greatest danger he had ever faced.



“Does this dress make my butt look big?”

“It makes it look huge.”

“Great!”

Spinning around in the summer dress she was trying on, Ariel ran over to the closet to look for more clothes to try on. Every man, woman and child had been dealt with by their mistress hours ago. Most were eaten by her or the newest slave girl, a few were smothered under her giant ass and thrown over board and a few lucky ones made the long trip from their mistress’s rectum to her belly. The entire crew of the Melody learned first hand the strength and hunger of the sea witch Ursula.

With the crew gone and Ursula and the new slave, Lilo lying back to digest the crew, Ariel and Jasmine wandered off, deciding to see if there was anything nice they could take. It bothered them slightly that they were stealing, which was morally wrong, but convinced themselves it was alright because no one would miss some jewelry or clothes. Right now, Jasmine and Ariel were playing dress up, trying to find an outfit they thought their mistress would like. Usually, Ursula hated clothes, finding anything hiding flesh from her an abomination. But they still needed something to wear in public and if the sex slaves could find something sleek and sexy, it might help them catch more victims for their mistress later.

“Do you think Pussy Fairy would like this shirt?” Jasmine in only a pair of bra and panties asked as she lifted up a short without a midriff that was too small for Jasmine. Ariel frowned, not at the shirt, Jasmine would practically be busting out of it, but the name she had given her pet.

“For the last time, she’s Butt Fairy,” Ariel scolded, pointing to Jasmine’s crotch to make her argument. The tiny fairy once known as Tinkerbell had become the oversexed girls personal play thing. When Ariel first got her, she had accidentally left the tiny fair in her ass for months. Not because she had forgotten about her, but because poor Tink had gotten herself lost in the dark reaches of Ariel’s bowels. Ariel had finally farted the tiny blond out and discovered that Tinkerbell’s mind was almost gone from being in the dark, stinking intestines. Ariel nursed the tiny girl back to help, taking the broken fairy and turning her into an eager sex slave for her and Jasmine. Tinkerbell now lived in either of their cunts or asses, remaining safe and sound unless either slut wanted to be rough.

“Tell you what, when she’s in your ass she’s Butt Fairy, when she’s in my cunt she’s Pussy Fairy, deal?” Ariel thought about it and nodded finding it acceptable. Whatever they called Tinkerbell didn’t matter as long as she belonged to them./ Sliding the dress over her head, Ariel stood in the middle of the room in only her panties. She looked into the closet for something new to wear, but when she heard the door creaking open, she spun around, ready for anything.