Thread: Princess Park

From To RE Fan Ficktion Have you seen those fan stories out now? The images are something else! See attachments. Legal says they have no recourse due to free use and all that crap, still its getting word out. There are some threatening letters going out to web sites and authors of the worst of these, but that's just a formality. Legal says they need to show that they are trying to protect the brand. Attendance at the parks are up and merchandise is flying off the shelves. We have something here. Don't bring up with Marketing and Design the uses people are putting the Princesses too though, I heard crying the other day.... David looked around, feeling more empty than scared at this point. Seeing three sections of the park the fear he felt at all of it was wearing thin, and he was more eager than ever to get to Rainbow's Castle. Walking among the glassy looking seaweed and the croocked coral formations it was as if Atlantea was a distraction and he was already past here and on to the last one. Then some answers. David desperately wanted answers, what had happened here, especially to his mother. That desire came back, burning with a new light inside him. Driving him on as he wandered among what looked to be a place at the bottom of the ocean. The seaweed glistened, most things did as he looked around him. As if the sun was shining far above and reflected beneath the waves. The air heavy with water, dense and close about him, but he was here walking on the bottom of the ocean - minus the drowning. Stores and shops that looked like they were made to be like children's sand castles, the odd scattering of starfish, crabs, or cartoonish looking fish were stuck to the sides of the buildings or on occasion at the bottom of the seaweed. The air came thicker as he walked, almost coating the dust that covered everything, and in expectation he looked down to see the dust running off his body in the wetness. Only to be disappointed. Now that he had brought it out he could feel the hard corners of the scrapbook in the backpack. Sticking into his back, the book was a reminder of why he was here. His whole reason for training and wanting to get into the part, his need to get in here and finally find out. Turning to look at the castle saw it was a fairy tale model, the towers were high and pointed, gaily colored with windows all over. It was the black pillar of flame that rose out of it and into the clouds that made him wonder what was in there, if these Princesses were the Court, then what was Rainbow if she ruled them all. The sound came slowly, David barely heard it, thinking as he walked of Paris, London or was it Elizabeth he'd forgotten already, and Japonaise. Give her what she needs, the Matron had told him, not what they want. The Princesses wanted him, or his cock anyway. Smiling at a bit of pride, glossing over the part where they wanted his cock to suck all the cum out and kill him. He'd given Japonaise a good ass fuck, thinking how sweet her ass felt as he rammed it, she had changed afterwards. London liked being spanked, though she did suck his cum after, and Paris loved a good tit fuck, loving his cum splattered all over her huge globes. David closed his eyes for a moment thinking about those big, sweet tits and how good they felt wrapped around his cock. All three of them wanting him, and he had to give them cum or something to get them to his side. Lost in thought he stepped out to the grotto when the voice came strong, the air changing to something thicker, as if in the ocean and there was a current running in the air. It drew him in, with the music. Remembering the earlier fights he slipped his backpack off and leaned it against one of the sand castle buildings. A slight intonation that changed pitch, as if vocalizing, rang through the air. Almost a vibration as he looked up to see the sheltered area, the throne a large carved coral stalk that had forked branches behind it. Like a fan the coral split off in the shape of a large chair, the surface covered with seashells, starfish, and glittering gems. On it, long legs danging from the side, was the Princess, her long, curly hair covering her face and top of her body as hands ran through it with a comb. Stepping closer she continued brushing, each stroke of the comb sounding like a wave on a beach. The intonation almost hypnotic as he came closer, seeing the opened treasure chest at her feet. Within it was a pile of what looked like coins, light reflecting off the treasure within, and from the gemstones, the reflection getting brighter as David stepped nearer, tense as he stepped closer to the figure who neither stirred or moved as he got closer. A salty tang in the air as he saw that Atlantea was barefoot, long feet, with long toes, swayed back and forth on long, lean legs. Only the burst of muscle in her upper calf showed through the slit of the dress, which he noticed was patterned after fish scales. The top of the dress looked like gauze, and over her small breasts were the outlines of what looked like seashells. David stepped close enough to touch her, hesitantly reaching out as the brushing and vocalization continued. As if unaware of him, in itself somehow creepy, a slight chill went up his back as David felt he had to reach out to her. Touch her, see if she was real. The head and face covered by the long thick hair, the seashell shaped comb held in the wide, slim hands continued its slight movements, its hushing sound getting louder as he stepped closer. His hand reached out, his body leaned as he saw the dress was meant to make her look like a mermaid. Slowly his fingers closed the gap between them, closer and closer, his breath came tighter into his chest as he looked up at towards the face hidden by hair. As his fingers almost touched her, the voice stopped. Hands stilled in her hair. David stopped at the same time. The head popped out from the hair, that moved as if in water, the blank white face leaped out at him from the hair. White eyes rimmed with black, the wide, opened mouth stained black and grey and the loud hiss that collected in the air between them and as he felt water hit him he turned his head. The feet pulled together and Atlantea's legs formed a tail that swished in the air between them, his head moved just in time to miss the first strike. Her body twisted in the air as the tail spun, striking him in the chest and knocking him backwards, the breath coming out of him in an oof. As he spun in the air she followed, hands reaching out for him, long arms that wrapped around him like steel and pulled him back. His body lurched then snapped back as she spun around like a ballerina and flung him out again. Following and catching him, tossing him to and fro in the air as his head swam. Losing track of where he was she darted too and fro in the grotto as she tossed him about like a balloon, her tail and body twisting to swim in the air following him after each toss. Dropping on the ground he lay on his back, head spinning with only the Matron's words running through his head. Get her face wet, for a moment he wondered. The air was thick already with water, though it wasn't really wet, just sort of dense. Like moving through a thick, invisible fog. He could spit on her, his mouth was dry but that seemed like something he could do. Part of him said no, that was not what the Matron had meant. Slowly getting his back against one of the sand castle structures he looked at her as she swam through the air, shrieking and hissing at him, her hands outstretched as she came closer to him. His body moved with the answer, a hand reached down and unzipping his pants pulled out his semi-hard cock and began stroking it. She came closer to him, he could feel the spittle, or the thick air, on his face as her hair swam lazily about her, ignoring the air. David looked at her, stroking his cock, getting it harder and harder, thinking of the other Princesses as he did so. His hand was hard and rough on his shaft, holding it lightly, let his fingers run over his smooth head and just lightly pull on the loose skin of the neck. Paris' tits did a lot to help, and as he thought of her his cock responded and got harder quicker as Atlantea settled on the ground before him. Her expression still horrid as she looked up at him, the tail splitting to legs that kneeled before him, a slight bit of precum leaking out and giving him some lubrication. Atlantea hissed and moved closer, looking from his cock to his face, her expression calming. David looked down at her as he kept stroking himself, her mouth closing and then a tongue running along it as he felt his cock harden and the smell of his precum floated between them. She leaned forward and put her mouth on the head, the tongue wrapping around it like a snake as she began to suck him wantonly. He knew how strong they could be, but also if he worked quick he could pull away. She sucked harder and stronger, the hair moving about her slowly as she brought him closer and closer. Waiting until the right moment he let he suck him, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth until he was there. Right on the edge, his body responding to her, something in the air that wanted his cum. With a hand on her head he pulled it off, reaching down to stroke himself and moving her head to the side before she could react let the first jet of cum shoot onto her cheek. At its touch her eyes closed, a loud hum came from her slightly parted mouth. Thick streams of cum came out of his pulsing cock. Under his palm he could feel the muscles contract and loosen, the slight gap in the tip of his cock opened to let out the long, thick threads of cum. Crossing her face, covering her cheek, nose, an eye, David stroked and came letting it all come out and stick to her face. A slight moan as Atlantea reached a hand up and rubbed it into he cheek, chin, forehead. Her other hand coming up and the two hands rubbing the cum over her face, a slight sheen to it as she looked up at him with closed eyes and a thick humming sound in her throat. From her forehead it was like the water washed down, her color coming in so quickly, the sound of a passing wave running over him as he held his softening cock in hand. Red, curly hair flowed over her head and lean shoulders, the wide red lips parted as she looked up at him, the narrow face and high cheeks tilted up as bright green eyes stared up at him, lost in their own desire. Have any more? She asked smiling seductively as a finger came up, touching the end of his cock to take the last drop of cum that hung there and rubbed it onto her lips.