Little Mermaid Titfight: Ariel vs Syrene

just something fun and short out of Disney

Ariel was widely known, but not always as the human princess that  she would become. She had plenty of undersea adventures, exploring strange places and gathering her collection of human baubles. One thing no one would hear songs or see movies about, though, were her growth spurts. The merwoman woke up one morning to slip into her minimal clothes when the seashell top just wouldn't quite fit. It pinched her big chest uncomfortably, a sure sign that she would need another before she simply burst out of it.

Ariel sighed and forced the old thing on, swimming out into the depths in search for another. She dug through a few reefs and some of the shorelines, but even the edge of the surface world didn't seem have anything big enough for her. It was getting annoying for her to keep paddling around with her tail while she had to hug an arm to her chest to keep them from bouncing right out of her makeshift bra.

So she ventured deeper where the shellfish grew larger. It took her most of the afternoon, but at last a bright purple color caught her eye. She swam up a bit higher, confirming what she saw: a purple seashell, split neatly down the middle in a perfect pair of covers. She eyeballed it and cupped her chest thoughtfully. It was perfect! She dove down towards it when there came what appeared to be a cloud of gold in front of her. Ariel skidded to a stop to keep from slamming into it, and only then recognizing it as a mass of blonde hair flowing through the water before it settled.

The owner of the golden mane was Syrene, a pink-tailed mermaid that Ariel passed by now and then, but she hadn't spoken to her much. Ariel had plenty to say, though, when she noticed that she was holding the purple shell in her hands.

"Hey, that was mine!" Ariel insisted, balling up her fists by her hips.

"That's funny. I don't see you holding it," Syrene smiled back mockingly. She held her prize up to her own chest, comparing it to her own overwhelmed bra. "Besides, they're a perfect fit for me. Your little princess tits would be a waste to use these on."

Ariel fumed and swam up to her. "You saw me diving for it, you little liar! You give those back to me or else!"

"Or else what?" scoffed Syrene, turning to face her proper. "You'll cry back to daddy Triton in your palace over a piece of shell? You really are pathetic."

Ariel had heard enough. She slapped the bitchy blonde across the face. Her head bucked to one side, looking shocked for a moment before she turned back and smacked Ariel across her chest. The wobbly things were already sensitive from the recent growth spurt, but the bouncing of her buoyant boobs knocked off her old bra entirely. The jiggling was too much for already overworked garment, leaving Ariel gasping and furious as she was rendered topless.

Ariel growled angrily and lunged at Syrene, grabbing at her hair and chest cattily. The mermaids tumbled head over tails through the water, throwing and pulling each other around wildly in their weightless little arena under the sea. Syrene's top soon was ripped off and floated away from her as well, the girls' tails slapping at each other frantically as they clawed at each others' faces and hair. Ariel at last rammed herself into Syrene, the girls' bulging chests bouncing off one another and pushing them apart.

Ariel grunted and righted herself while Syrene did the same, the topless mermaids glaring between each other. The women caught their breath a moment before Syrene shook out her hair, letting it flow through the water. "You really want to do this?" Syrene snapped huffily. "Fine! But let's do this right."

Ariel put her fists on her scaly hips. "What do you mean?" she asked, still visibly aggressive.

"We titbox for it. We hold our hands just like that, and we can only fight using our chests. Whoever gives up the fight or uses their hands first loses and gives up the seashell to the winner."

Ariel eyed up the precious shell resting on the rock nearby, then affixed her hands to her hips, thrusting her chest out. "Agreed. Let's do this, you pink-tailed thief!"

"As if, you entitled royal bitch!" Syrene shot back, paddling her tail to charge into the redhead. Their breasts squashed together briefly before they rebounded again, Ariel giving a pained cry as she reclaimed her balance. Syrene rushed at her again, but Ariel was able to dip to one side. Syrene paddled her tail wildly as she redirected herself, only for Ariel to be waiting right in her face. She swung her shoulders a few times to butt her breasts into her like a pair of fleshy (what's the word...?) boxing gloves.

Syrene winced and recoiled from the returned tit bump, but rose a bit over Ariel to slap her own tits down on top of hers. Ariel bobbed a bit as her chest jiggled back into place, but slammed herself into Syrene's chest again. This time she charged full on into her, grinding and shuffling herself against her blonde enemy. Their tits locked together and wrestled for position, nipples growing hard and poking at one another's soft flesh.

"Rrgh! Those pathetic tits are going to break against mine!" Ariel growled through grit teeth at her opponent.

"Don't think the fact that you're getting fat is enough to beat me!" Syrene shot back as they clashed and tumbled through the water. Syrene pulled back just enough to reposition herself, then slammed sharply into Ariel. Her hard nipple jabbed right into the redhead princess' tender areola,

Ariel squeaked and recoiled a bit, but Syrene arched her back and thrust her tits in after her, ramming the tips of her nipples into the same vulnerable spot. "Ready to give up yet, you royal slut?" Syrene gloated as she kept Ariel playing defense, trying to reduce or avoid the stabbing bit of flesh.

Ariel managed to dart to one side, wincing from the pain in her nipples but then swinging her chest sideways, letting her tits slap one and then the other across both of Syrene's like a pair of meaty hammers. The blonde staggered to one side as the leverage of both of their tits pushed her spinning away as if she had taken a right cross to the jaw.

The angle let Ariel pursue her and press her attack, ramming her chest in rapid tit-punches that pummeled Syrene's one vulnerable breast left facing her. The pink mermaid turned sharply, slapping her tit across Ariel's rapidly back and forth. Ariel responded in kind, both girls swinging wildly side to side as their breasts kept colliding with fleshy whacks, making them wince but keep at their relentless attacks.

Both girls were starting to sweat by now, mixing in with the seawater around them as they thrust and rubbed their chests together. Syrene suddenly pulled back, ducking a bit around Ariel's next thrust before she rose up sharply, delivering a titty uppercut into Ariel's with a loud “whack!”

The redhead gasped as the surprising pain shot through her chest, staggered by the powerful breast blow. Her newly grown breasts bounced out of control, almost threatening to smack herself in the face with them. But as Syrene tried to lunge in for another strike, Ariel shifted her shoulders to part her breasts, trapping one of hers between her soft cleavage.

"Got you now, you weak-titted bitch," Ariel hissed, flexing her arms inward to squeeze her breasts tighter together. Syrene cried out as the redhead's two melons crushed around her one, thrashing her tail like mad to try to pull herself free. Ariel squeezed and pulled at her, distorting the shape of the blonde's proud bosom within her chesty grasp as she squashed and stretched it out of shape. Syrene squealed at the agony put through her own soft boobs and chest muscles.

Syrene groaned and struggled against her, shaking her upper body so that she could slap her free breast against the side of Ariel's puffed up chest like a sort of sucker punch. "Let go, you pathetic little bottomfeeder!" Syrene snarled, but Ariel kept her tit lock on tight. Syrene changed tactics and charged into the princess, pushing with her aching boobs until Ariel's back hit a large undersea cliffside behind them.

Ariel gave a sharp cry of pain, arching her hurting back and letting go of Syrene's swollen and tender breast. She kept Ariel cornered and pummeled on her chest, the redhead gritting her teeth and trying to endure the breast beating.

"I knew you were all talk," Syrene grunted, exhausted and aching herself, but angry enough to force herself to tear into her with her swollen and sore tits. Ariel's pale skin was growing red and even showing a few light bruises growing on her supple skin. Ariel's eyes watered at the beating of her full and sensitive chest, but she kicked off from the cliffside with her tail. Syrene was already in the middle of diving towards her, pedaling her tail to try to stop herself but smacking right into the big flat wall of stone.

"Aughhhh!" The blonde bounced off of it, resisting the urge to cradle her breasts in her hands, lest she break the rules of their duel. Still, her boobs ached and swelled, and Ariel wasn't hurt enough to let her escape without any payback.

"You'll pay for that, you cheating little sea-witch!" Ariel threatened, swimming after Syrene and slapping a breast into one of the blonde mermaid's jugs. Syrene gave a shrill grunt as she staggered from the blow, trying to turn and shield her breasts with her shoulder and braced arms.

Ariel dodged again when Syrene took a swing back at her, darting in and delivering a pair quick jabs with her breasts. Syrene winced and landed her own fleshy shove back, but Ariel stood up straight before spiking her hard nipple straight into Syrene's. They both met head on, ramming and wrestling a moment before Ariel's pressed hard enough to shove Syrene's back inside of her own breast.

The blonde gasped in pain and shock as her nipples inverted, wriggling in discomfort as Ariel's tits brashly overpowered hers. Syrene managed to pull back, her nipples popping free with a sharp little jolt of pain, but Ariel swung her breast in another heavy blow that hit with a fleshy smack. Syrene staggered back with a feminine grunt, her chest bouncing as she caught her breath and took a moment to assess the damage. Her breasts were red and swollen from their own beating, and there was a dark, round bruise lining just around her aureola from the last direct hit.

"I'd heard of a black eye, but not a black nipple!" Ariel laughed at her confidently, breathing heavy herself but but looking a bit fresher than her pink-scaled opponent.

"Oh shut up!" Syrene snapped back angrily. "I'm not done with you yet!" She swam rapidly towards Ariel, but changed direction at the last minute when Ariel tried to shove back at her. She changed her back upward before she lifted and swatted her breasts down on top of Ariel's in a stinging slap, leaving a fresh bit of red flesh across the top of her cleavage.

Ariel gave a long shout of pain from the surprising slap, recoiling as Syrene attacked her from the higher position and letting her breasts beat down on top of the redhead's. Ariel finally positioned her chest to intercept her windup for one of the swings and then suddenly swimming underneath her. Syrene darted down after her, but Ariel moved just as skillfully to line herself up with Syrene and rammed hard into the bottom of her breasts. The blonde gave a husky choking noise as the blow ran up her chest and knocked the wind out of her, spitting out some air bubbles awkwardly.

"Now I have you, you titless whore!" Ariel declared proudly. Syrene was trying to get her breath back, but Ariel was immediately back in her face, rolling her shoulders to slap her breasts one after the other into Syrene like a pair of speed bags. Syrene tried to paddle away, but Ariel lashed out with her own tail, looping with hers to hold her tightly against her and keep up the booby beating with her long red hair flowing behind her. She found her rhythm and was soon working over Syrene like a frenzied lightweight boob boxer.

Syrene winced in pain from her beating, feeling like her breasts would never stop jiggling from the wild pounding. She finally thrust out desperately with both of her tits, shoving Ariel back away from her hard. Her eyes watered badly from the pain, and her entire body shivered and ached from the damage she had suffered to her once impressive-looking chest.

Ariel recovered nimbly with a strong stroke of her tail, just to beat the water with it hard and charge back at her enemy. With a perfectly timed swing of her body, Ariel rammed forward and smashed her chest into her opponent's waiting breasts like some kind of busty dolphin. Syrene's body snapped back so sharply that she spun completely around before she listlessly floated down to the ocean floor. She landed limply in the sand that splashed up around her and her tenderized tits that jiggled and thrust upward for the amusement of any who happened to pass her by.

Ariel rubbed her sore tits as she watched Syrene writhe slowly on the bottom of the sea, making sand angels in her pained and pathetic squirming. The obvious victor, Ariel went over to her hard-earned prize, snapped it in half, and laced a bit of thread through it until the shells comfortably cradled her breasts. They would be sore for a while regardless of its comfort, but it was well worth the effort in her mind. She'd earned her latest top, and she had shut up a mouthy bitch in the process.

Disney Duel 2: Belle vs Jasmine

another Disney catfight request; good trashy racist fun!

Prince Adam's was hosting a great feast at his castle that night. His loyal servants had managed quite the feast, and his guests from Agrabah had plenty to say about how wonderful it all tasted. Princess Jasmine and Princess Belle were the only ones not enjoying themselves, and it was strictly because of one another.

Belle wore a gold-colored dress with a low cut cleavage line, and Jasmine in her traditional two-piece Arabian attire. Married or not, the men were men, and Aladdin stole glances at Belle just as Adam, better known as The Beast not long ago, did the same with Jasmine. The women, in turn, shot angry glares at each other, convinced their revealing attire was an attempt to seduce their man.

"I do hate to cut the visit short, but you will have to excuse me tomorrow," Prince Adam apologized after swapping stories with Aladdin at one end of the table. "My people have been reporting bandits hiding in the hills, and they could use me and my guards to root out the bastards."

Jasmine gave a small sigh, further down the table from her man to allow room for all the food and drink on the great table. "At least I don't have to smell his wet dog stink anymore," she muttered, though Belle gave a scowl back at her that implied she'd heard her.

"Well no reason to end the trip over that," Aladdin insisted with a smile. "I have my own guards at my disposal, and if you haven't heard, I wasn't always royalty. I know my way around a fight."

Adam laughed jovially at this. "Well I was born into royalty, but I don't mind saying that I didn't let that get in the way of impressing a few fencing teachers!"

The men shared a laugh and made plans for the trip. They considered their wives, of course, who agreed to the longer stay despite their personal qualms with the idea. It would take the princes about a week to get back, and they wouldn't put the princesses in danger, so they agreed to stay back at Adam's palace.

"Tell me, Jasmine!" Belle piped up suddenly as they reached their conclusion. "Did you see the painting in the side hall on your way in? It's my absolute favorite."

"I didn't!" Jasmine played along, meeting Belle's eyes across the table. "You simply must show me!" The Arabian princess promptly got up, the ladies excusing themselves off to the one of the halls out of earshot of the banquet.

Aladdin nodding after the departing women. "See? They're getting along like sisters. They'll be fine for a week."

The women stopped by the large but simple painting of a queenly figure somewhere up Prince Adam's family tree. Belle had chosen the spot in particular because when she had to sneak around through the library or any of the previously forbidden areas, she knew this to be a secluded spot to catch her breath. "What in the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped at Jasmine, fists on her formally dressed hips. "Just because your man is an uneducated criminal is no reason to come into my castle and act like such a bitch!"

Jasmine gasped angrily at the accusations. "How dare you!? You were the one trying to seduce him with that trashy outfit of yours, you glorified pet slut!"

"I would never!" Belle huffed back. "If Aladdin would pick a pathetic sand slut like you as a bride, he must have disgusting tastes already."

Jasmine scowled and stepped closer, pressing her caramel-colored breasts into Belle's competitively. "So says the wife of a fucking mongrel animal! Fitting that a dog would marry a bitch. Tell me, were you always this ugly or did he pass his curse on to you?"

"Ugly!? At least I don't need to hide my saggy tits in that ridiculous pajama outfit!"

"I'm not hiding anything," Jasmine growled back. "In fact, I'd be happy to strip you nude and show you just how superior my body is to some white whore!"

"You're barely a woman, let alone a princess. How low has Agrabah sunk if their slutty royalty is sucking a thief's pathetic dick just to get by? You and your whore-stealing man should just go back to your sand trap of a kingdom where the sand hides your ugly face!"

"Then you use this great garden of yours to hide your hideousness in mud!?" Jasmine scoffed back. "Or do you eat it to remind yourself of your pathetic beggar life?"

Belle was bright red in fury at this point, only keeping herself from slapping the foreign bitch because of her husband, knowing how important this gathering was for him. But Jasmine's last statement made her think. "You want to see who eats mud here?" she intoned on a low, threatening level. "Our men will be leaving tomorrow, as well as most of the guards. There's a space behind the barracks, where the servants rarely bother to go. It's where they keep their mud pit, where they can pay wenches and whores to fight for their amusement. That is, if your sand-crusted cunt isn't scared of a little mud."

Jasmine raised her head a bit to nod slowly in understanding. "I'll be glad to put you into your place, you royal dog-fucker. Meet me there an hour after they leave and I'll show you what makes a real woman."

The ladies parted ways and smiled their way through the rest of the meal, sleeping with their men one more night before they saw them off. They were sure to kiss them intensely for good luck, and to show off the other princess as well. With most of the men of the castle gone, they returned to their bedrooms to prepare. Not long after, both arrived at the pit out behind the castle.

There was the simple but comfortable wooden structure for the guardsmen, now empty as what few they had were patrolling or resting in the castle. Behind it, away from even the castle windows, there was a pit roughly 6 feet deep dug with plain wooden planks for walls to keep it from caving in. The recently light rain and the pit’s deeply dug nature kept the mud at the bottom still damp and sticky, and a bit more than ankle deep on the girls. Belle was waiting there with a plain dress on and a ribbon in her hair, while Jasmine arrived shortly after wearing her usual tiara-style headband and billowing blue two-piece.

"So you actually had the tits to show up," Jasmine sneered at her in disgust, looking over the brown-haired country girl.

“No way I’m losing to you in my own castle,” Belle scoffed back at her. She took the waist of her dress, pulling it down to show her clean white panties. Jasmine gave her a slightly wary look as Belle shrugged. “I’m not ruining this dress for trash like you. And I’m not ashamed of my body like some foreign imitation of a real woman.”

Jasmine followed suit, stripping down as the women kept glaring across at each other. They were soon both nude apart from their smallest accessories. Belle kept her hair tied back with her blue bow, while Jasmine kept her blue hair band in place, a gold necklace around her neck and short gold earrings.

Jasmine looked over her naked opponent, both with smooth, regal skin and their pussies neatly trimmed. "Even uglier nude, I see," the Agrabah royalty sneered in disgust at Belle's round white breasts and perky pink nipples before starting to climb into the pit.

"And here I thought fighting you outdoors would help with your dirty arab stink," Belle hissed back as she followed suit. Jasmine touched down first, feet sinking a few short inches into the wet mud. But while Belle was still climbing down, Jasmine suddenly turned and grabbed her by the hair, pulling and flinging her into the mess below. Belle landed bodily, marking her pearly skin with the thick mess.

Jasmine laughed and pointed at her rival loudly. "Enjoy your roll in your mudhole, pig!?" Jasmine crowed, Belle getting up to all fours and already sticky with mud. She caught Jasmine by surprise by slinging a handful of the mess into the arab's face. Jasmine screamed in alarm and started to wipe her face off, but Belle rose to her knees and threw a punch squarely into Jasmine's brown belly.

Jasmine huffed hard and grabbed her stomach, bending over with her curvy ass sticking out behind her. Belle rose up with a fire in her eyes, throwing two punches back and forth across Jasmine's face. The Arabian royal's face contorted from the blows before Belle followed up with a muddy kick to her face, sending Jasmine falling into the sticky mess as well.

Jasmine stumbled up, but rose too quickly and stumbled dizzily into the pit's wooden wall. She leaned one arm against it to steady herself, but Belle moved in behind her and slammed several sharp punches right into her kidneys. The darker princess made some low, pained grunting noises, but then threw an elbow backward that smacked into Belle's cheek. The white woman stumbled and halted her attack, but before Jasmine swung her foot backward. Her muddy heel slammed right into Belle's pussy, the white girl's scream going off right next to her ears as her reward.

"AOOOOWW!" Belle howled and held her crotch as she was frozen on the spot. Jasmine turned around and viciously sank her nails into Belle's breasts. Belle let out a long cry of pain as she tried to pull away, just making the clawing worse as Jasmine kept her talons locked onto her.

"I love to hear you squeal, white pig! Let's hear some more!" Jasmine shouted at her face. Belle grabbed Jasmine's wrists to try forcing her off, but Jasmine swung her by her handles to slam her shoulder into the wall. Belle stumbled at the impact, making her feet slip on the sludge below and drag them both back down in one flailing mess of flesh and mud. They splashed around trying to get back up, the cool mud surprisingly soothing on their stinging scratches and sweaty skin.

Jasmine quickly moved to mount the white fighter, but Belle managed to bring up her arms to lock with hers. The brown-haired princess raised a knee to get between the two of them, holding her off long enough to aim and swing her kick up into Jasmine's pussy. "AOOW!" The Agrabah princess howled and rolled off of her opponent, clutching her pussy and crawling away on her other three limbs.

Her movement was slow in the thick mud, so Belle was able to stand back up and catch up with her, hugging her aching tits but gritting her teeth. Jasmine dragged herself back up dizzily, with Bella waiting on her feet. She barely rose when Belle stepped forward and snapped a high kick that smacked the dainty white foot into Jasmine's cheek. The Arabian royal stumbled hard in the opposite direction, almost spinning completely around on her feet from the impact. She leaned over, rubbing her jaw from the hard kick, only for Belle to raise her foot and slam her sole in a hard forward kick into her face, sending her rocketing over onto her back into the mud.

She hooked a kick into Jasmine's tits from below, knocking the wind out of her foreign foe. She gave her another for good measure before she dropped to her knees and locked her legs around Jasmine's waist. She was already short on air, so the squeezing of Belle's legs on her stomach had her yowling and slapping at the white girl's crushing limbs.

"You weak cracker cunt! Let go!" Jasmine shouted in outrage as the two splashed around in the mud, trying to maintain or escape the hold.

"How weak is THIS, sand slut!?" Belle taunted, flexing her thighs harder to press more wails of agony out of her. She still didn't seem satisfied with that, grabbing and pulling back on one of Jasmine's kicking legs.

"What's the matter, bitch? Can't fight in the mud, desert whore?" Belle stretched her opponent's leg awkwardly over her shoulder, giving her access to lean between Jasmine's legs and bite into her pussy. She ignored the taste of mud for the sake of revenge, and the satisfying scream of agony that came out of Jasmine's other end. Belle shook her head to stretch and tear the flesh of the arab pussy, Jasmine thrashing like a lunatic in her body scissor.

"You taste as bad as you stink, you thief-fucking cunt," Belle snarled as best she could with Jasmine's vaginal meat in her mouth. The darker-skinned princess clawed and pushed at Belle's back and legs, but couldn't get grip and leverage enough to force her off. She did manage to get a grip on one of Belle's ass cheeks, shoving on it hard enough for Jasmine to shove two fingers into her ass and began clawing at her tender hole.

"AGHHH! You filthy bitch!!" Belle shrieked, but could only bring herself to hold on another second before she desperately released her and rolled away, refreshing the layer of mud on herself. Jasmine crawled after her, ignoring her aching ribs as she tackled into her from behind. Belle fell clumsily onto her front, Jasmine hugging around her middle and climbing up to sit on her middle back. Belle rocked and tried to roll over, but Jasmine grabbed her by her brown hair and blue ribbon to shove her face into the mud. She rubbed her handful of hair to smear the sputtering and choking Belle's face over the messy ground.

"Who's the brown bitch now, you dog-fucking piece of shit!?" Jasmine hissed down at her furiously, forcing some of the mud to splash up Belle’s mouth and nose. She held her down as she threw several hard punches into the back of Belle's head and neck, the occasional pained outburst coming through the mud.

At last one of her blows missed, in all of Belle's thrashing, and the white girl immediately seized both the opportunity and her arm. Holding the desert slut in place with her grasp, Belle swung her neck backward, crashing a reverse headbutt into Jasmine's nose. Jasmine gave an alarmed scream, falling back off of her and holding her face as blood ran through her fingers.

"You filthy whore! My nose!" Jasmine shrieked as her eyes teared up instinctively, on top of her pain and rage. She managed to get up to her knees while Belle did the same, a bit punch drunk from her beating so far but able to throw a heavy punch into Jasmine's face. The naked brown woman jerked as blood and spit flew from her face, limply staying on her knees as Belle threw more crushing blows to her face before she grabbed her by the hair.

"I am going to bury you in this mud!" Belle threatened furiously as she send another blow to Jasmine's face, already starting to swell her eye shut. She let go of her hair, leaving Jasmine dazed and looking like a slutty punching bag for a moment before Belle changed her hands to latch onto her ripe brown breasts. Jasmine gave a low moan of pain, trying to push free but Belle just squeezed harder and pulled, stretching and crushing her tits. "Who's the cow now, you sand slut?" Belle snarled, pulling and clawing her tits to lead Jasmine around like a flimsy puppet as her nails tore fresh gashes into her big soft breasts. Belle finally used her jugs as handles to straighten up Jasmine a bit more, bending her backward to make it easier for her to release one hand and form a fist to bury into the arab's twat.

"AOHHHH!" Jasmine let out a sound of horrified pain as Belle punched her right in the pussy, hard enough that her knuckles were buried over an inch inside of her. The Arab princess' face was a mask of agony as she was roughly fisted by her foe, paralyzed as her body felt overloaded with the shocking sensations.

"What's wrong? Your prince of thieves’ dick too small to ever fuck you like that?" Belle mocked her, words dripping with hatred and venom as she sneered at Jasmine's beaten and bruised face. She flexed and pumped her fist forward in a short but painful blow to the Arab’s inner womanhood, making her spasm again.

"Oh fuck... oh god... get out," Jasmine moaned loudly, shivering in pain.

"You know what I want to hear, bitch," Belle replied, ignoring her pleas. "You give up, admit who's the best woman and admit who's the bitch."

Jasmine shuddered as Belle gave another sharp jab into her pussy, looking ready to black out for a moment. As Belle leaned in eagerly, Jasmine curled her lips and shot a bloody wad of spittle into her eyes. Belle screamed and recoiled in disgusted horror, Jasmine pouncing on her and tackling her into the mud. Belle threw another wild punch that hit the Arabian princess in the tit, but she dug her nails into Belle's chest as she held her down.

"I thought you liked fucking with beasts, you cracker whore!" Jasmine snarled before she leaned in and dug her teeth into Belle's neck. It wasn't anything sharp enough to break the skin, but still plenty to terrify and sting Belle terribly. Jasmine felt her screaming through the muscles in her throat.

"AHHHHGGH! You stinking sand nigger! Get off!" Belle shrieked, reaching up and clawing in a savage panic. Her nails tore over the flesh of Jasmine's caramel-colored breasts and face, Jasmine turning her face away to try to avoid her scratching attack. It gave Belle a moment to reach under her and shove her fingers inside Jasmine's pussy, burying her nails into the brown bitch's clit.

It was Jasmine's turn to scream in agony, losing her grip and Belle able to swing her legs upward, knocking the Arabian princess over her head and into the nearby wall. Jasmine landed roughly in the mud, trying to push herself up and rub her pussy while Belle rubbed at her throat and the dull red teeth marks that went over it. Belle reacted first as she caught the rising Arab with a knee to the face.

"UHHHN!" Jasmine's face flew back as her shoulder hit the wooden wall of the pit, leaning on it in dizzying pain. Belle pursued her, but Jasmine leaned on the wall and threw a reverse kick that smashed her heel right into Belle’s lips. The white girl staggered back with a pathetic wail as she held her face, her lip swelling and bleeding freely. Jasmine started to rise but Belle smashed into her again, throwing hooking punches into her kidneys, Jasmine twitching pathetically before Belle backed up a pace and rocketed another knee aimed her pussy... but Jasmine rolled to one side and let the white princess' let smash into the wall instead. Belle immediately went off balance as the pain shot up her leg, grabbing her pained knee as Jasmine twisted and lunged forward, crushing her elbow into Jasmine's temple. Belle fell to one knee while holding the other. Jasmine rose up and balled her fists together, slamming them together in a hammer blow to the top of her skull.

Belle fell into a heap in the mud, mouth agape in a daze as Jasmine stumbled over to straddle her. Both women were bruised and bleeding, even as Jasmine mounted her body. "Where's all that white power now, dog-fucker?" Jasmine demanded as she grabbed Belle by the cheeks, scraping her nails over her face before she hooked her fingers inside of her lips, avoiding her teeth while stretching and scraping her inner mouth. Belle gave a weak wail as Jasmine locked her long smooth legs over her white victim's shoulders. She braced her feet and clenched her legs together, Belle giving out a loud, wet gagging noise as Jasmine clawed her face and locked her into a standing headscissors.

"Give up, you fat fucking cow!" Jasmine ordered loudly, nails digging into Belle's face as she pulled up harder and strangled Belle between her thigh muscles. Belle clawed desperately at her leg with one hand, beating on her other leg with her second. But Belle's breathing came in heavier and rougher, eyes fluttering as her blows became slower and weaker. Her limbs felt heavy as exhaustion and the lack of air started to get to her, and Jasmine could sense it. Her ruined face sneered down as Belle's attacks stopped entirely, pawing at the mud like the pale pig she was for any chance to escape.

Jasmine finally opened her legs, letting Belle fall to the muck completely. She gave a harsh kick to the white girl's belly, rolling her onto her back and straddling her again. "Alright, you stupid little white meat. I think it's time I showed you what a real woman looks like." One hand reached down to her pussy and spread her lips with her fingers, crouching slowly to bury Belle's battered and muddy face in her snatch. The white girl let out a muffled cry of objection and shame, slapping uselessly at Jasmine's hips as she applied the smothering facesit directly over her nose and mouth.

"That's it... choke on my clit, you fucking cunt," Jasmine went on degrading her, rubbing one of her own breasts as she watched Jasmine's wide, frightened eyes as she squirmed beneath her. Belle shook her head desperately, managing to free her mouth from her foe long enough to gasp out "I give! Stop! Please stop! Can't breathe!"

Jasmine sneered down at her with smug disgust, grabbing her by the hair and shoving her back in her place underneath her snatch. "Too late for that, you flea-ridden whore. Stay the fuck down."

Belle thrashed and wailed miserably into her pussy, only exciting Jasmine until her eyes fluttered, flopping more and more heavily into the mud each time until her eyes rolled back in her head, falling limp beneath the rival princess. Jasmine stayed on top of her, grinding her pussy into Belle's limp features a bit longer before she seemed satisfied but bored with her victim. She slid back enough to reveal her face, still sitting on Belle's round white tits as she patted her cheeks.

"Wake up now," she urged in a soft, mocking  tone. "Time to wake up, you little tramp..." When this failed to do much of anything to her, she whipped a harsh backhand across Belle's face. Her head rocked from the blow, waking up in a bit of a daze. "Wake up, wolf sucker! Time to bow to the real princess."

Jasmine stood on her knees, dragging Belle's shaky body up to her, positioning her pussy right in front of Belle's face. She ran her fingers enticingly through her dark black bush, Belle swallowing uncomfortably at the sight. Her face soured as if she were disgusted by the smell of her mud, sweat and arousal, but quickly cowed by Jasmine's expectant stare.

Belle opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue into the messy slit and running it up and down meekly. "So now you shut that fucking mouth? Nice try, you peasant whore!" She slapped Belle's cheek, making her wince and start hurriedly licking and sucking deeper on Jasmine's pussy in a desperate attempt to appease the winner. Jasmine's breathing picked up its pace, panting and humping against the white princess' beaten face. Her slick pussy and sweaty, muddy pubic hair painted Belle's bruised features with her sexual juices. Belle's soured face continued to lick until the darker-skinned princess let out a passionate wail, her womanhood flexing around Belle's lips as she released a musky, thick orgasm into the white girl's face.

Belle shuddered as she tried to spit out the upsetting wave of cum, but Jasmine's snatch in her face left her little space to escape the sexual wrath of her foe. Jasmine finally rolled off of her, leaving her gasping for air and shivering in pain and shame. Just as she thought her punishment was over, she felt herself rolled over by Jasmine. She was positions on her knees and elbows, facing the mudhole with her rump up in the air so that her pussy was easily accessible to Jasmine. Belle was too dazed to resist or realize what was coming before the Arabian princess shoved her fingers roughly up her pussy.

"AAAAH!" The last of Belle's strength seemed to be expelled by her scream, grabbing the grass at the edge of the hole for balance and some minor relief from the painful intrusion.

"You know you like it, you white fucking cow. Look how wet that stinking pussy is!" Jasmine slapped Belle on the ass, making the white girl hold onto the grass to avoid falling into the pit. She was too caught up in that to resist as Jasmine fingered her mercilessly, the loud wet sucking noises of her pussy clearly audible to herself. Jasmine spit derisively on the swollen lips, smearing her spit inside of her before shoving an extra finger in, going even deeper. The relentless pounding quickly became too much for Belle to endure, degraded and sore and bitterly, forcefully aroused. Her hips bucked suddenly as she cried out, squirting messily as she came hard.

"God, you look like a pissing dog when you cum," Jasmine sneered in disgust at her, still pumping the wet orgasm out of her foe. Belle was breathing heavily, eyes rolling in overwhelmed pleasure as her pussy emptied itself over the muddy grass. She'd almost begun to regulate her breathing when Jasmine stood up and kicked her in the ass, sending her toppling back into the pit and splatting down head first. She lifted her head, dizzy and dripping with mud, just in time to see Jasmine leap down after her. She saw that she carried Belle's dress with her, throwing it into the mud a short way in front of her before stomping it into the muck.

"Think it's time for you to get to your bed, you princess of pigs," Jasmine snarled at her, striding over behind her back and sitting on her shoulders. With Jasmine's still-wet pussy kissing her upper back, Belle was forced to bury her face back into the mud hole, pushing and thrashing weakly, but the strength gone from her body. Jasmine simply had to sit and enjoy the show as she used Belle as her throne. The white girl slowly stopped struggling, her screams and sobs buried in the sludge before she went limp. Jasmine gave her a few more seconds to make sure she wasn't playing possum, then got up and pulled her out by the hair. The white girl was a mix of purple, red and brown from the bruises, scratches and mud all over her face, limp and motionless, but breathing slowly.

"Some princess, you cunt-sucking harlot," Jasmine huffed, letting her flop onto her back so she wouldn't drown herself before the victorious princess climbed out to get dressed and washed up.

Disney Duel : Jasmine vs Ariel

first from a set of stories coming up from one request. one of several Disney princess fights to come, so watch out for that. more work in general should be popping up here pretty soon as well. like how this one turned out, just don't mind some slurs and things in there (by request, not so much my idea). good to get back into some cartoon girls, actually

Some time after "happily ever after," when princesses had found their princes, the honeymoons were over. Ariel (aka The Little Mermaid) and Prince Eric were still quite in love, but there were royal duties that had to be tended to. Fortunately, this was one of a more pleasant point of their business; a visit overseas to Agrabah. They took their great boat sailing them to the hot and sandy kingdom, where the new prince Aladdin and his princess Jasmine welcomed them with a huge feast.

The men became fast friends, and were soon drinking, eating and talking plenty. Ariel and Jasmine, however, did not warm up so easily. Each had worn low-cut attire to the welcome party, and they didn't even have time for jealous glances before Ariel caught her husband's eye. Jasmine's exotic attire and cleavage-baring cut of her garb drew his gaze, just as Aladdin was caught off guard by the pale bosom showing under Ariel's dress. The wives didn't make a scene, being there to make their men proud, but the dirty looks went on for most of the meal. Especially when their husbands chanced glances at the other.

Eric and Aladdin were soon making plans for the rest of their week's visit, talking up a tour for most of the time that would help offer and stabilize some trade between their kingdoms. This would leave the women alone at the palace, though they voiced no problems with the idea. It was then that Ariel excused herself to find the restroom, Jasmine quickly offering to guide her there rather than one of the guards. For politeness' sake, of course. The men were none the wiser when they went down the hall and stepped into a secluded corner.

"The hell do you think you're doing?" Jasmine hissed at her, keeping voices low enough not to carry through the halls, but still plenty loud enough to hear eachother.

"Me?! Who do you think you are shoving those slutbags into my man's face?!" Ariel huffed back with matching rage.

Jasmine grit her teeth back at her. "These are for my husband, not your ugly half-wit! It's not my fault he has to resort to your saggy rack and ugly face to keep him entertained."

"What the hell!? You mouthy little sand-cunt!"

"Big talk from the girl he scraped off of the beach, fish lips!"

"I've had these legs less than a year and I could fuck circles around you, bitch!"

"You fucking try it, you shark-humping whore!" Jasmine snarled back, leaning into her until their chests mashed together.They scowled at eachother a while, breathing heavily and bodies tensed as if ready to pounce onto eachother.

Then the princes' laughter rang out down the hall (reacting to a discreet comment by Eric about women going to the bathroom together). Ariel backed off first, hateful gaze still on the Middle-eastern princess. "They leave tomorrow," she reminded her.

Jasmine nodded carefully. "At my chambers. As soon as they leave. Then we'll see who's the better woman."

"Yea," Ariel nodded as well. "The one who's not the cum-soaked little genie tramp." The promptly turned back to the main dining room, all fake smiles and tending to their true loves before their long time apart.

The men set out on their small caravan in the morning (though Aladdin boasted of a possible ride on a magic carpet), and the women met in Jasmine's private chambers. The couple shared a main bedroom, but this was where she kept her various outfits, jewelry, and feminine, princessy things that Aladdin wouldn't have any use for. The guards were intent on protecting the palace, but they knew to give Jasmine her privacy when it came to this particular part of the palace.

Ariel arrived quickly after her bitter rival, clad in a fresh dress and red shoes. Jasmine wore her hair in the same long braid and outfit as the night before, her blue circlet on her forehead and thick golden necklace below.

"Are you planning to hide that ugly figure under all that?" Jasmine sneered, resting a hand on her hips. "Or do you plan to sweat like a pig as well as look like one?"

"Not at all." Ariel reached back to untie her dress, leering back at the Arabian princess as she dropped the garment, left in only her underwear. She didn't hesitate to take off her seashell bra and panties, leaving herself wearing nothing but her fine red shoes.

Ariel glared back at her foe expectantly, and Jasmine reacted similarly. She took off her scarce top and puffy bottoms, baring her entire main body as well. She only wore her accessory and jewelry, and her feet remained in her blue slippers, upturned at the toes.

"So," Ariel huffed confidently, arching her back a bit to thrust out her pale breasts. "Are you ready to admit defeat to the better body? Or are you too aroused to run off in shame?"

"Dream on, you saltwater slut," Jasmine sneered back, hands on her curvy, slightly darker colored hips. "No man would dare look at that figure when he could have one like mine."

"What?! Even you can't stop staring. I've seen things at the bottom of the sea less wet than you must be right now."

Jasmine patted her bare crotch lightly, just below the trim dark patch of hair. "Try me, fish lips," she challenged. "You're barely even a woman. Face me like one and see who lasts longer. Breast to breast, pussy to pussy."

Ariel tossed her long red hair back over her shoulders and stepped closer. "Don't go thinking you humans are the only ones to discover titfighting. I can take twice as much as you could ever dish out."

Both of the princesses kept their arms at their sides, advancing slowly until their bodies lined up as perfectly as they could manage. The tips of their hardening nipples kissed together, and a mutated scratching noise sounded as their bushes met one another in a quiet struggle for position. At last their bellies and groins mashed into eachother, both women flinching slightly at the sensation but keeping their eyes locked on eachother.

"You can feel the power of my pussy, can't you?" threatened Jasmine, bucking her hips slightly to shove Ariel's womanhood with her own. "Your clit can't decide to run and hide or reach out for more."

Ariel winced slightly from the rough humping motion, only to shift her shoulders sharply, her breasts grinding across Jasmine's chest like a pair of clumsy punches. "You shut your dickeating mouth, you towelheaded whore," Ariel snapped back, spittle spraying angrily from her lips as she broke any expectations of a G-rating to this encounter. "Or I'll muzzle you with my cunt and show you a real royal pussy."

Jasmine raised her arm just enough to grab Ariel by the ass, pulling herself in closer and ramming her perky tits into Ariel's, taking some of the wind out of her. "I'll see to it your prince comes how to a broken whore rather than a princess," she threatened, escalating the struggle as she kept thrusting her breasts into the former mermaid and bullying her backward a few steps.

"Uhng! Fucking sow!" Ariel grunted back, reaching low as well but grabbing onto the end of Jasmine's long braid. Jasmine gave a wordless cry of pain as Ariel pulled down on it, arching backward as Ariel shoved her body back into her foe. Jasmine lost her balance quickly, forced to scramble backward until her back hit the opposite wall. Jasmine's legs shook and leaned into the wall to stay up, but Ariel had the darker-skinned princess sandwiched between the wall and the redhead. She thrust her entire body into Jasmine, both grunting heavily from the impact of their breasts being squashed against their ribs but Jasmine taking the worst of it. They sweat and panted like overworked lovers, but grit their teeth in effort to crush the other's feminine presence with their own.

Jasmine finally managed to hook one of her ankles behind Ariel's, timing a push with her chest into the redheaded princess to knock Ariel onto her ass with her legs spread out. "Still getting your land legs, slut?" Jasmine taunted as she stepped after her, kneeling suddenly to slap her pussy against Ariel's. The redhead bucked a bit and gasped at the impact, Jasmine smirking down at her as she wiggled her hips enticingly to grind against her opponent. "I pity your man if that's the best you can do!" The Arabian princess kept their groins locked together as she leaned forward, locking fingers with Ariel and crushing her breasts into hers. Ariel let out a cry of anguish of her proud bust was squashed under her, gravity helping Jasmine's hard nipples to bury the mer-girl's erect buds into her flesh.

Jasmine writhed up and down rhythmically, letting her breasts shove, slap and flick against Ariel's below her. "Is that all your pathetic tits have?" Jasmine hissed down at her, but Ariel rolled sharply to one side, tossing Jasmine off and next to her. The Arabian princess rose up just as Ariel charged into her, both women on their knees as their bodies slapped together. Jasmine had more trouble keeping her balance, both girls grabbing their opponent's body and hair for balance. Jasmine was still trying to get her balance as Ariel humped aggressively into her, her bush boxing around Jasmine's.

"You wish that you could beat me in a battle of breasts!" Ariel huffed at her, sweating but keeping up her offensive thrusts. Jasmine mounted some grinding of her own, but was being slowly overpowered as Ariel focused the pressure on her breasts. Jasmine moaned in pain as her erogenous zones were overloaded by the vicious attention, arousing body her despite her suffering. Finally Jasmine bent back enough that she was forced to fall to the floor, Ariel quick to mount her and start tribbing with her, her hard clitoris probing between Jasmine's yielding lips. The darker princess' eyes went wide as her slippered feet were forced up into the air.

"Did you already cum, Jasmine? Go ahead," Ariel demanded, riding Jasmine relentlessly. "Let it all out and give up!"

"N-nooo!" Jasmine moaned out, the arousal mixing with the teasing and crushing of her breasts. "Get off me, you fish-fucking cunt!" She shook bodily to shove Ariel's tits aside, digging her nails into the former mermaid's breast. Ariel hit a high note shriek as Jasmine threw her off, using her tit as a handle to hold her down. She grit her teeth and ground her tits and pussy viciously against Ariel. The redhead was still recovering from the clawing of her tit, too much to regain her lost lead. The stinging scratches sent fresh pain whenever she rammed into Jasmine.

"Stop! Fucking Stop!" she wailed from below the Arab princess, writhing to try and escape. "You stinking witch!"

"Say I'm the better woman! Give up and I stop!" Jasmine ordered, leaning her upper body down harder to crush her breasts against her ribs. Ariel screamed violently and nodded, slapping at the floor.

"I give! Stop! You win!"

Jasmine grinned proudly down at the visiting princess, leaning up to sit between her legs. Ariel gasped as the pressure was released from her bosom, only to find herself shaking as Jasmine kept grinding with her, linking her legs with the redhead's.

"You only won because you cheated," Ariel panted, cradling her breast before shivering again. "Now stop humping me like a bitch in heat..."

"Oh no you don't," Jasmine purred, continuing to make Ariel's body rock with the mashing of their pussy lips. "You lost, and now I'm going to make you cum like the common whore you really are."

Ariel's eyes widened, trying to crawl away but trapped in Jasmine's tribbing leglock. She beat her fist on the ground trying to resist the urge, but before long she broke and orgasmed onto Jasmine's grinding pussy, her body submitting for her.

Ariel collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily and shuddering as her orgasm left her. Jasmine got up to her knees smirking at her with a hand on her hip. "Just like a I thought," she gloated, running her fingers through Ariel's juices on the floor. "Smells like fish."

Ariel rubbed at her crotch tenderly, rolling slowly on the floor. "You bitch!" she hissed quietly. "You cheated!"

"Say it all you want, but it doesn't change the fact that you lost," Jasmine said back cooly, trying to steady her head and heartbeat as her own damp pussy pulsed between her legs. Jasmine fixed her hair a bit, pulled out of place by their sexual combat, and then turned to leave with a confident wiggle of her hips... when Ariel tackled her around the waist from behind and slammed her into the floor.

"Unhh!" Jasmine grunted as she landed hard on her swollen tits, wincing in pain as she went to hold her chest. "The fuck are you doing, white trash!?"

"Shut it, you sandy cunt towelhead!" Ariel snarled back hatefully, wound into a frenzy in her outrageous loss. "You wanted to see the better woman is!? Well SEE!" The redheaded princess grabbed the squirming Jasmine by the hair, lifting up her head and slamming her face down into the floor.

"UGHH!" Jasmine gave another sharp cry of pain as she hit the floor, Ariel repeating the smash as her still wet crotch pressed against Jasmine's curvaceous ass.

"Can't take a REAL fight, you dried out desert cunt?!" Ariel mocked viciously, Jasmine lifted up with blood trickling from her lip. She grit her teeth and grabbed Ariel by one of her legs, swinging her off to one side. Ariel landed hard on one hip, and she couldn't manage to rise before she realized Jasmine still had a hold of her foot. She dug her nails into her sole and top of the limb as she twisted it sharply, getting a shrill scream out of the mermaid princess.

"Stay down, shark-fucker!" Jasmine ordered angrily. "Or I'll break your, what's it called again? Oh yea, foot!"

Ariel just snarled back and raised her other foot, shoving it into Jasmine's face to push back at her and rake her toenails at her more rigid Arabian features. Jasmine gave a quick yelp of pain and released her to get to her knees, holding her face to rub at the scratches.

"You're such a sore loser, you childish, white piece of shit!" Jasmine growled at her.

"Shut up!! We'll see who's the loser here and now!" she demanded, rising to her feet. Jasmine got back up with her, arms up in a loose and unpracticed guard before Jasmine threw a punch for Ariel's face. The redhead blocked her arm clumsily, but it was enough to punch her free hand into one of Jasmine's olive-skinned breasts. Jasmine's eyes widened from the hit and her lips parted in a breathless grunt of pain, but slapped back across Ariel's breasts, making the jiggling orbs smack together.

Ariel winced from the wobbling of her jugs, but delivered a knee up between Jasmine's thighs. The leg hit with a dull, wet thump, making Jasmine bounce slightly off of the ground as she doubled over, grabbing her groin in pain with both hands.

Ariel wrapped her arm around her head, slapping a crude headlock on the Agrabah royalty and trapping her body against hers. Ariel stuck her leg in between Jasmine's, grinding her knee against her crotch to interfere with her trying to scramble free.

"You dirty ginger fish-fucker!" Jasmine choked out, between the headlock and her still throbbing cunt.

"Not so hot when someone ELSE fights dirty, huh you cactus cunt?!" Ariel shot back, reaching under her own arm to rake her nails over Jasmine's face. The Arabian fighter screamed in pain, shutting her eyes to avoid the worst of the potential damage but still with rough scratches marking her lovely skin.

"About time someone gave you a makeover, you ugly old whore!" Ariel snarled hatefully, digging her nails into Jasmine's cheek to pinch and twist at it violently. Jasmine gave another loud scream as her face was slightly distorted from the attack, but Ariel squeezed her neck to shove her face more firmly against her sideboob. Seeing her chance, Jasmine opened her screaming mouth wider and bite into Ariel's titflesh. The mermaid princess gave a shocked howl of pain, trying to let go and retreat only for Jasmine's teeth to hold onto her breast. She slapped and shoved at Jasmine's face in a panic, but Jasmine added to the agony by grabbing her thigh, yanking it towards her and then thrusting her fingers inside the red-bushed pussy.

Ariel gave a painful howl as she was forcefully penetrated by the scratching nails, arching her back as her body twisted from the pain. Jasmine twisted herself back upright as she shoved Ariel to the floor, landing her flat on her back and curling up as she cupped her scraped up breasts and pussy.

Jasmine followed her to the floor, sitting by her head and sliding her legs around Ariel's neck. "Trying to jump me from behind, you dirty white slut?" she hissed at her bitterly, adjusting and pulling her hair to better fit Ariel into her head scissors. She clamped her thigh muscles together, squeezing around Ariel's head and neck as the former mermaid gagged and choked between them. Ariel raked her nails over Jasmine's darker-colored thighs, trying to make her release her but she flexed and clenched it tighter still.

"Maybe you weren't meant to breathe on land after all, fish lips," Jasmine mocked, Ariel's thrashing reigned in by pulling her handful of hair. Ariel couldn't get a solid grip on her legs with her teeth or nails, only quick scratches and pinches. Seeing that she couldn't get out by that, she came up with a back up plan. She reached behind her head, grabbing blindly for a moment before she caught a handful of Jasmine's bush, pulling up hard and tearing out a fist's worth of short, sweaty dark hairs. Jasmine gave a sickly howl and jolted up, releasing the flexing headscissor. This allowed Ariel to twist her body, sending her elbow flying backward and burying the hard joint roughly between Jasmine’s pussy lips. The Arabian royal let out a sickly gasp before hurrying to scoot backward out of instinct on her butt before she checked her crotch, finding the sensitive flesh reddening quickly in the bald patch she'd left behind.h

"You bitch!" Jasmine shouted in outrage while Ariel slid out of her grasp. She turned quickly and swung a backhanded fist into Jasmine's jaw, sending her spiraling to the floor. Jasmine steadied herself with a hand on the bed, though shaking her head groggily as she got to her knees.

Ariel was quick to go after her, even as she rubbed her neck from the recent scissors. She yanked on Jasmine's hair, forcing her to face her as she dug her nails into the Arabian princess' tits. Her thumbs hooked to drive their nails straight into her areolas, pinching and pushing her brown nipples back into her chest. Jasmine's face became a mask of pain and horror as the mermaid crushed her tits from every direction with her fingers and claws, forced to lean her back against the bed. Jasmine managed to raise her hands and throw a pair of punches into her face, Ariel's head recoiling but steadied by her handful of tits to keep her in place.

"Get OFF ME, you fucking sea monster!" Jasmine screamed at her, her voice full of rage and pain.

Ariel shook her by the grip on her breasts, lifting her up a bit before slamming her back painfully against the bedframe. "Make me, camel humper!"

This drove Jasmine to spit defiantly into her face, which in turn made Ariel's face turn a furious shade of red. She released Jasmine's chest, only to immediately relocate her hands higher by wrapping them around Jasmine's neck. The Agrabah royal choked noisily as Ariel squeezed her windpipe, kicking and swinging her fists wildly at the redhead. Ariel arched her arms to keep the fists from her face, letting the blows smack into her tits in stinging but harmless blows. Ariel spread out her legs, wrapping them around Jasmine's to keep them down and trapped between hers.

Ariel bared her teeth as she throttled Jasmine, the wide-eyed Arab staring and thrashing back at her. "Stay down, bitch," she hissed down at her, but Jasmine shifted her position enough to spike her knee up into Ariel's pussy. "AOHHH!" she howled in pain, so Jasmine gave her another. Ariel shifted her hand down to cup her groin, protecting her privates from further attacks. Her other remained in place on Jasmine's neck, and it brought Jasmine a few seconds to wheeze in air before she adjusted her grip.

Ariel suddenly pushed fiercely on her neck, forcing Jasmine to arch her back so that her upper body rested on the bed, her partly plucked vagina thrusting out into the air. Ariel mounted her belly (out of reach of the attacking knees) and leaning forward. Jasmine readied herself to spit in her face again, but Ariel acted first as she locked lips with her. Jasmine was too surprised by the fight becoming to strangely intimate, but it made more sense momentarily when she opened her mouth and sank her teeth into Jasmine's bottom lip.

The Arabian princess screamed into her opponent's mouth, trying to pull away desperately. The grip on her throat prevented both from fully succeeding, as her scream rapidly devolved into a gagging noise and she couldn't escape her combined grip and weight on top of her. Ariel twisted and pulled back her head, keeping her teeth clenched and stretching out Jasmine's lip with them. Jasmine's eyes filled with tears at the pain, especially as Ariel grabbed one of her clawed up breasts and slashed her nails down it for a further grip.

"Shtawwwwp!" Jasmine pleaded raspily, her words distorted by her mauled mouth. Her breathing came out in labored huffs between Ariel's choking and sitting on her belly. Everything on her was scratched and aching, if not bleeding, and Ariel had her almost utterly trapped. Ariel ignored her plea at first, biting down harder until they both tasted Jasmine's blood. The Arab's throaty moan became a shivering sob, leaving her pleading for mercy. "Pleab! No, shtawp! I gib! I giiiib!" Jasmine slapped her hand on her own bed in submission, Ariel locking eyes with her to see if there was any more tricks hidden there. She found nothing but weakness and fear behind them. She released her lip and throat, watching her intensely as Jasmine gasped out again through tears and choking drool. "I quit... I give..."

Ariel sat back up, spitting to her side. Her lips showed a bit of shiny red, marked with the Arab's blood. "You tasted disgusting anyway," she scoffed, slapping Jasmine sharply across the face. When she didn't retaliate, Ariel's sneer turned into a cruel smile, seeing that she'd beaten the girl who'd forced her to orgasm. She reached back to grab Jasmine's leg, lifting her ass up enough to drag her opponent fully onto the bed. Even then, she only groaned miserably beneath her.

"So what were you saying before?" Ariel gloated, shifting her position to shove her bright red bush just below Jasmine's face. "Something about who the better woman was?"

"Don't," Jasmine coughed weakly. "Don't make me say it, you bitch." Ariel traced the nails of one hand down Jasmine's belly, teasing her thighs a moment as Jasmine's eyes went wide. She shook her head a moment before Ariel roughly forced two fingers into her. "NOOOOO! OH FUCK! It’s you! You are!" she howled, feet grinding against the sheets but spreading her legs to avoid any further discomfort from Ariel's intrusion.

"That's right!" Ariel laughed derisively at the suffering princess beneath her. "Like any towelhead twat could compare to a real woman!" She grabbed Jasmine by the hair, tangling it around her fingers and pulling her face up into her pussy, grinding against the Arabian princess' features. "Come on. See what a real woman's made of, you dirty brown bitch. And you even think about biting down there, and I'll finger you bloody, you hear me?"

Jasmine only nodded beneath her, making her face rub uncomfortably against Ariel's rough bush. Ariel gave her hair a tug, burying her deeper in the folds of her vagina. "Come on, you craven little sand nigger. Get in there. Start kissing. Really get comfortable down there, because you're going to be there a while."

Jasmine gave a pathetic, muffled whimper as she was forced to worship the victor's pussy, kissing and licking clumsily when she was buried this deep inside her. Ariel moaned contently, riding her face as her arms rested behind her, one twisting and pulling Jasmine's tits while the other pumped her fingers inside her beaten rival's pussy.

"Look how fucking wet you get from this," Ariel grunted, humping excitedly on Jasmine's face. She removed her fingers long enough to smear Jasmine's own pussy juices over her face, still buried between her legs. Her face soured but she was still trapped and powerless against her dominant enemy. "You're such a disgusting little tramp. And with a pathetic man like that, no wonder you're such a slut for attention. And why you're such shit at licking pussy, you little foreign savage."

Despite her racist derision of Jasmine, Ariel still humped against Jasmine's face and lapping tongue steadily. Her breathing picked up its pace with her arousal, Jasmine obediently licking up her musky pussy, but Ariel always slowing her thrusts whenever she got too close. She wanted to force it from Jasmine first, and prove that the Arab and her pussy were the weakest this time around.

And despite the abusive scratching and slapping of her breasts, pulling at her hair, and crushing her pointed nose and pouty lips under her crotch, Jasmine eventually and suddenly arched her hips upward. She squirted messily over her sheets, staining them with her cum and pussy juices. Her breathing beneath Ariel's cunt grew deeper and louder, forcing her to smell and taste the redhead's juicy royal cunt. It would haunt her dreams for weeks, in her most humiliating and arousing ones in particular.

"Thaaaaat's it. There's a good dancing sand monkey. Cumming right on command, just like a trained bitch. OHHHHH yes!" Ariel pelted her with the demeaning speech before shaking suddenly, gushing out over her opponent's face in a thick, wet outburst. Jasmine coughed and sputtered as it went down her throat and nose, Ariel smiling ear to ear as she emptied her orgasm onto Jasmine and let her choke on it.

Ariel eased back slowly after riding out the last of her euphoria on her. Jasmine panted and sucked up fresh air after the long and degrading facesit, not daring to thrash or fight back just yet until the superior woman let her back up. "You like how a real woman tastes, bitch?" Ariel purred, slapping at Jasmine's face. The slapping noise rang out louder from her cheeks being soaked with sweat and cum.

Jasmine cowered from the smack in shame and pain, nodding miserably. "Yes, princess," she whimpered. Ariel grinned down at her proudly before she finally slid off of her, taking Jasmine's battered clothes and using them to towel her various fluids off of her; Jasmine's spit as well as both of their sweat and cum. She threw it dismissively at Jasmine before walking towards the door.

"I'll be in tomorrow morning for you," Ariel added sharply as she left. "Because you're not getting off that easy. We've got a whole week before the boys come back, after all. Until then, this castle is mine!"