Longing: A Freeform Something

She felt a longing.

She felt a longing she couldn’t describe.

Could anyone understand her?

Could anyone standing It?

Whenever she’d open her mouth,

To speak about what it meant

To her

To be free

To be wild

To feel the grass weaving on the inside of her thigh and realise it would itch her later and to not care, no not at all.

How do you communicate that to someone?

How do you speak?

How do you write?

What words do you use?

A house isn’t a home until you make it a home but what if a home isn’t her home?

What if the forest is her home?

What if the long blades of grass nestled her at back, and the long blades reaching out to glide across every inch of her body, what if that was her home?

There, surrounded by the grass, cared for by the Earth.

How do you even tell someone that?

How can you show someone that?

Is she the only one out there to be caressed by the Earth, to feel the grass across her bare body?

How can she talk of nudity, wide eyed manic pixie girl that she seems, without catching a label or too?

Would anyone ever understand that stab of frustration, pulsating, slithering through her body, at the sheer thought of wearing clothes?

Do people think, when they shop, of how they’d like to tear off every piece of clothing because it burns?

Do they look at the faceless crowd and see something in there, maybe wonder, if there is another like them?

She thought of all this and more,

Lying in the field,

nude body protected by grass,

An organic force field just for her

And felt that longing.

The time is now 

  

I am the entity that lives in your closet. I’ve been watching you for some time. Waiting until the right moment. Until you were at your weakest.

Why, weakest? So I could have you rise above and soar – like the wild wolf I’ve seen inside you. The one that likes to talk dirty to herself as she masturbates alone.
You’ve heard me once or twice. Fumbling about getting comfortable as you slip out of your teal cheetah print panties. I’ve inspired thoughts from your childhood. Something about shadows visiting you in the night. No matter.  
Come to me, child. Come to the wardrobe where I lay in wait. Slip that skimpy nighty off and let me see that skin of yours. The one those false Angels have clawed at on nights. But you and I both know that they were weak and undeserving. You know you have been waiting for the monster to take you to a nightmare. So: undress. I’m waiting. Can you hear my breathing? Listen closely. 
Undress. We have the time. 

What, you thought I was kidding child? Start to undress this instant. I don’t like to be kept waiting. Tonight is the night I can invade.

Are you staying still? Undress yourself for me now, you will do as I say. Don’t make me tell you again. I’m watching you, child, I know when you will be completely naked. 

There we go. All the way. There we go, there’s that trimmed cunt. Just the way I like it. 
Kneel for me, child. Swear your allegiance to me. I am the monster you begged for as your juices spurted across the sheets of an evening. Where is that animal now?
I have waited long enough. It is time now. It is MY time. All those men that have come before – they will not compel you like I will. They will not claw you like I can. I will make you float, dear girl. 
With upmost force I will possess your body with a pleasure beyond your world. Beyond your knowledge.
Understand you will not simply moan, you will scream so hard you will not recognise yourself. Understand you will come so hard you will gasp to push out that scream. 
Watch your sweet pale body rise above the floor as I open these doors. Watch as all reason leaves your mind, as it drives you mad. Watch as your breasts sting from my strikes, as the delicious bruises you have prayed for while laying in bed – the prayers that invited me in – appear on your breasts. Is the sting dizzying?

Watch as your juices smack against the carpet below. Once, twice. Three times. Your sweet cunt is flooded, child.
One last thing: do not be afraid of me. I mean you no harm. I will release you as an ascended being. Broken and bruised – but alive. Ascended. Your mind — opened. 
This moment has been a long time coming. 

The Contract, Part I

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When Ariel first saw the sea witch, she was taken back at the very sight of her.
Not only were the witch’s tentacles thrashing about fiercely as she was being greeted but the witch herself was unlike what she was picturing as Ariel made her journey to her cave.
The sea witch was not the haggard old wench Ariel had seen in her mind bent over a cauldron with milky blind eyes. She was a beautiful, with plump and luscious ruby lips and light green eye that lit up when they saw Ariel approach.
When the sea witch spoke, Ariel was surprised at how husky her voice was, for in her mind, she expected to hear something along the lines of a tired old voice, nearing the end of its journey.
But the sea witch spoke energetically, propelling herself around Ariel with her tentacles.
Ariel’s heart was hammering away in her chest and there was a nagging voice at the back of her mind that said she shouldn’t be here at all, so she spoke softly and quickly, recounting the moment she laid eyes upon the prince and had fallen in love. How she would do anything to be with him. Even as she said the words, Ariel felt a stab of panic and fear. Her desperation and the intensity of her desire for this beautiful prince frightened her, yet her desire to be with him drove her here and she wasn’t going to back away.

That’s when the sea witch told her she could become human. Ariel’s heart leapt into her throat at the very word. Humans. She had been watching them for some time but to be one?
The thought was both exhilarating and frightening.
The sea witch must’ve seen the fear in her eyes because she grinned, creeping closer to her.
“I can give that to you” the sea witch said. “In return, I want something from you”
The sea witch was watching Ariel closely, her light green eyes darting back and forth.
“W-what?”
The sea witch moved closer to Ariel now, her face just inches away. Ariel couldn’t help but meet her gaze. Her eyes were intense.
“Your body” The sea witch said softly, her eyes never leaving Ariel’s.
Ariel’s heart was hammering so hard she thought it was going to break through and float away into the abyss. What was this mad woman talking about? My body? My soul?
She felt a tentacle stroke down across her face, slithering across the curves of her breast that her top barely concealed.
“I will give you your humanity, princess. But when I do, I want to take a piece of that humanity. I want to take King Triton’s little girl.
Ariel could feel her cheeks burning. “I-I don’t know anything about that”
The sea witch glided away from Ariel and over to a nearby shelf full to the brim with ancient magical items.
Ariel found the sway of her tentacles hypnotic. They seemed to move as one and to a rhythm Ariel couldn’t hear. They entranced her.
“We can fix that,” The witch said at last, knocking Ariel out of her trance. “What do you say?”

“I…”
Ariel shifted uncomfortably on the spot. She could hear the thud of her heart hamming away in her ears.
“You want to see your prince don’t you? With some long slender legs?”
“Yes, but…”
The witch grabbed a few items off the shelf – jars full of dark and murky material Ariel couldn’t make out. She glided across the room of the cave, moving to her cauldron that sat in the middle of the room.
“Tick tock, sweetie. That man is a darling. It won’t be long before a human catches his eye. And you know what she has that you don’t? Humanity”
“But..I don’t know…”
“Don’t know what?”
“What I’m doing…”
Ariel’s face sank to the ground. She couldn’t look the witch in the eye any longer. She had no idea what to expect of such a proposition..but to be human? To sweep him off his feet and be better than all that wanted his attention? The pretty human girls with their…legs.
“There’s nothing to it, princess. Especially when you’re done, you can just jump off onto dry land and find that delicious man.”
“Yeah..”
And he will see me finally for who I really am, not by what I am.
“Do we have a deal?”
The witch was stuffing items into the cauldron, one after another.
Ariel sighed. Her dad would hate her forever but she loved the prince. She loved him so much.
“It’s a deal” Ariel said, her voice stammering and low.
The sea witch clicked her fingers and a piece of paper appeared in her hand, yellowed by age, it seemed to Ariel.
“Sign here at the bottom, sweet cheeks”
Ariel felt her hand trembling as she traced her fingers across the dotted line and signed her name.
When she was down, the sea witch clicked her fingers and the contact disappeared.

That was when the sea witch started speaking loudly in an undecipherable language.
Green mist formed from the cauldron and filled the room quickly, disabling Ariel’s vision. She could see nothing but green mist and a flash of a dazzling white light. That light grew in the room then, small at first but growing larger and larger until it enveloped her entirely. Ariel felt herself grow dizzy – then everything went black.

Ariel came to screaming. She thrashed away, trying to escape – and that’s when she noticed it. Her legs. Her long and slender legs. That was when she realised she was naked. She could feel a cold breeze skim across her nipples as the sea witch circled around her.
Ariel stared dumbfounded at the sight of her nude body..at her small pink nipples…then a smile appeared across her lips. She was finally human.
“That smile…mmm”
The sea witch let a drawn out moan. “Delicious little princess”
She glided across the room towards Ariel with a wicked grin on her face.
Then a panicking thought struck her – she’s still underwater. She began to kick her legs around violently.
“Shh” the sea witch cooed. “You’re okay here”
“But…if I am human, how am I breathing underwater?”
“A spell, nothing more.”
Her tentacles lashed out at Ariel, one wrapped across her left leg tightly, while another wrapped around her right leg just as tightly.
“What…w-what are you doing?”
The sea witch laughed out loud. “Sweetie, why…I’m claiming my rightful piece of your humanity”
Her tentacles spread Ariel’s legs apart. The sensation made Ariel panic and…something else? What was that feeling that travelled down her chest and between her legs?
Before she could answer her own thought, another tentacle lashed out at her like a shark and Ariel screamed as she felt her breasts stinging.

“Hold still” the sea witch purred. “This is just the beginning.”

To be continued…maybe…

 

 Note: So…yeah, that happened. It’s kind of weird, I know. Very Japanese. But what I wanted to do was take a simple thing and sort of turn it on its head into this weird, slightly gothic story that hopefully is kind of sexy. Obviously this is the set up and as such, my goal was to get your motor running at the imagery I provided here. If there’s enough interest, I’ll write the follow up. If not, then excuse my experiment in writing.