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Princess Ayeka's Lifestyle Gets Downgraded
This pic got a redo: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/52055745/
Princess Ayeka glared at the contract dangling from Ursula’s tentacle.
“A deal is a deal, Princess,” chortled the sea witch. “And your three days are up.”
Ayeka’s fists clenched at her side, her shoulders trembling in anger. She was far too busy for this nonsense. She was Princess of Jurai, heir to the royal throne, and she had work to do. Why had she even come back to this miserable grotto, with this grotesque old octopus and her slimy, wormy garden? To tell her she had to delay the repayment? Why was it her duty to explain her affairs to a peasant? She was royalty, she had messengers for that.
Yet here she was, staring down Ursula with her haughtiest glare - usually enough to get what she wanted - but the old woman just smiled back.
“Hmph!” she snorted. “I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait. I have so many duties to attend to, you can’t possibly expect me to prioritize *your* silly little bargain. I’ll pay you back when I have time. Now, if you’ll excuse me . . .”
She turned to leave.
“I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that,” the sea witch said.
Ayeka could hear the gloating grin in her voice. For a moment, she considered the worth of wrath, but instead laughed. The obnoxious sound fell on Ursula’s ears like a saw blade on a rusty nail, but the sea witch, too, kept her cool.
“This time, I’m afraid it does,” Ayeka said, not even bother to turn around again. “Certain exceptions have to be made for royalty. That’s simply how these things go.”
Ursula’s tentacle loosened its grip on the contract. Instead of floating away, it became a current of yellow light, rushing through the dark waters of Ursula’s grotto to form a whirlpool around the princess’s tail fins.
“No,” sneered the sea witch, “This is how these things go.”
A sunken pit formed in Ayeka’s stomach, a dizzying sensation of nausea. She wheeled around, ready to demand an explanation. And kept on spinning as the tiny whirlpool of energy grew into a powerful torrent reaching up to her shoulders, twirling her around and around.
“What’s happening?” she screamed. “What are you doing to me?”
“It’s all in the contract you signed, Angelfish. If you don’t pay up on time, then you forfeit your life to me . . .”
The torrent of magic energy dragged Ayeka toward the mouth of the grotto, where the mass of polypous bottom-feeding creatures that made up Ursula’s garden wriggled and squirmed. Those nearest her drew back as she approached, trembling as they watched. For the first time, Ayeka noted their expressions, and the mix of fear and pity she saw chilled her.
“And become part of my lovely garden,” the sea witch finished.
Ayeka shrieked, her sheer terror chasing all words from her mind. She tried to pull away, only to realize her tail had fused to the ground in an empty patch of the garden. Screaming incoherent defiance and impotent threats, she continued spinning in the whirlpool, being drawn down, down, down, her arms flung up in the air by the momentum of her descent. She felt her smooth skin draw tight against her bones, turning desiccated and shriveled. She could feel her bones melt away, becoming part of the rubbery fatty tissues that composed her new form. Her silky purple hair turned brown and frayed at the ends. Her voice grew thinner and thinner with each passing second, then faded out. Her arms withered to nothing and the rest of her body stretched and warped.
Down, down, down.
Smaller, smaller, smaller . . .
All at once, it all stopped. Ayeka wavered unsteadily for a moment, then shook her head to clear the dizziness. Then she took herself in. No longer the beautiful, regal princess of Jurai, she was now a hideous, bulbous, polyp-creature, like a tubeworm.
No! No, this could not be! She was a princess! A princess! She opened her mouth to scream in rage, but it died in her throat as Ursula’s shadow fell on her. The other polyps recoiled from the sea witch, trembling, but Ayeka took one look at Ursula’s gloating grin and felt her blood boil. Sticking out what for lack of any better term had to be called her chest, she glared back.
“How dare you!” she shouted.
Tried to shout. Her lips moved, but made no sound. Horrified, she realized that in this form, she had no vocal chords in her throat. She couldn’t speak! The sea witch leaned down, and the overwhelming difference in size made Ayeka curl up in panic.
“What a charming new addition to my garden.” Ursula chortled. “Thank you for your business, Princess. It was a pleasure, though I’m certain not so for you.”
Laughing the sea witch returned to her boudoir, leaving the former princess of Jurai to contemplate her mistakes and learn to get along with the other stupid fools who’d thought it a good idea to sign contracts with a sea witch.
Some years ago, a guy on DA going by the handle of Davis-Lightheart started drawing polyp tfs. At the time, they were the only ones out there, and I still consider them to be some of the best ever made. My favorite was always the one he did of Princess Ayeka (with Lina Inverse as a close second). However, Davis has since removed most of his polyp tfs from DA and, as far as I can tell, they aren't available anywhere. I really liked the Ayeka tf, though, so I thought I'd remake it, doing it in my own . . . well, let's call it my own style, for now.
But the thing about Princess Ayeka that I think makes her fun for tfs is the wide range of expressions she has in the show, so a simple remake of his pic turned into a full-blown sequence, with me using it as an excuse to play with some of those expressions and also get practice at doing the whirlwind magic effects that I worked up a little while ago.
So, here you go. Hope you all like it.
Princess Ayeka glared at the contract dangling from Ursula’s tentacle.
“A deal is a deal, Princess,” chortled the sea witch. “And your three days are up.”
Ayeka’s fists clenched at her side, her shoulders trembling in anger. She was far too busy for this nonsense. She was Princess of Jurai, heir to the royal throne, and she had work to do. Why had she even come back to this miserable grotto, with this grotesque old octopus and her slimy, wormy garden? To tell her she had to delay the repayment? Why was it her duty to explain her affairs to a peasant? She was royalty, she had messengers for that.
Yet here she was, staring down Ursula with her haughtiest glare - usually enough to get what she wanted - but the old woman just smiled back.
“Hmph!” she snorted. “I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait. I have so many duties to attend to, you can’t possibly expect me to prioritize *your* silly little bargain. I’ll pay you back when I have time. Now, if you’ll excuse me . . .”
She turned to leave.
“I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that,” the sea witch said.
Ayeka could hear the gloating grin in her voice. For a moment, she considered the worth of wrath, but instead laughed. The obnoxious sound fell on Ursula’s ears like a saw blade on a rusty nail, but the sea witch, too, kept her cool.
“This time, I’m afraid it does,” Ayeka said, not even bother to turn around again. “Certain exceptions have to be made for royalty. That’s simply how these things go.”
Ursula’s tentacle loosened its grip on the contract. Instead of floating away, it became a current of yellow light, rushing through the dark waters of Ursula’s grotto to form a whirlpool around the princess’s tail fins.
“No,” sneered the sea witch, “This is how these things go.”
A sunken pit formed in Ayeka’s stomach, a dizzying sensation of nausea. She wheeled around, ready to demand an explanation. And kept on spinning as the tiny whirlpool of energy grew into a powerful torrent reaching up to her shoulders, twirling her around and around.
“What’s happening?” she screamed. “What are you doing to me?”
“It’s all in the contract you signed, Angelfish. If you don’t pay up on time, then you forfeit your life to me . . .”
The torrent of magic energy dragged Ayeka toward the mouth of the grotto, where the mass of polypous bottom-feeding creatures that made up Ursula’s garden wriggled and squirmed. Those nearest her drew back as she approached, trembling as they watched. For the first time, Ayeka noted their expressions, and the mix of fear and pity she saw chilled her.
“And become part of my lovely garden,” the sea witch finished.
Ayeka shrieked, her sheer terror chasing all words from her mind. She tried to pull away, only to realize her tail had fused to the ground in an empty patch of the garden. Screaming incoherent defiance and impotent threats, she continued spinning in the whirlpool, being drawn down, down, down, her arms flung up in the air by the momentum of her descent. She felt her smooth skin draw tight against her bones, turning desiccated and shriveled. She could feel her bones melt away, becoming part of the rubbery fatty tissues that composed her new form. Her silky purple hair turned brown and frayed at the ends. Her voice grew thinner and thinner with each passing second, then faded out. Her arms withered to nothing and the rest of her body stretched and warped.
Down, down, down.
Smaller, smaller, smaller . . .
All at once, it all stopped. Ayeka wavered unsteadily for a moment, then shook her head to clear the dizziness. Then she took herself in. No longer the beautiful, regal princess of Jurai, she was now a hideous, bulbous, polyp-creature, like a tubeworm.
No! No, this could not be! She was a princess! A princess! She opened her mouth to scream in rage, but it died in her throat as Ursula’s shadow fell on her. The other polyps recoiled from the sea witch, trembling, but Ayeka took one look at Ursula’s gloating grin and felt her blood boil. Sticking out what for lack of any better term had to be called her chest, she glared back.
“How dare you!” she shouted.
Tried to shout. Her lips moved, but made no sound. Horrified, she realized that in this form, she had no vocal chords in her throat. She couldn’t speak! The sea witch leaned down, and the overwhelming difference in size made Ayeka curl up in panic.
“What a charming new addition to my garden.” Ursula chortled. “Thank you for your business, Princess. It was a pleasure, though I’m certain not so for you.”
Laughing the sea witch returned to her boudoir, leaving the former princess of Jurai to contemplate her mistakes and learn to get along with the other stupid fools who’d thought it a good idea to sign contracts with a sea witch.
Some years ago, a guy on DA going by the handle of Davis-Lightheart started drawing polyp tfs. At the time, they were the only ones out there, and I still consider them to be some of the best ever made. My favorite was always the one he did of Princess Ayeka (with Lina Inverse as a close second). However, Davis has since removed most of his polyp tfs from DA and, as far as I can tell, they aren't available anywhere. I really liked the Ayeka tf, though, so I thought I'd remake it, doing it in my own . . . well, let's call it my own style, for now.
But the thing about Princess Ayeka that I think makes her fun for tfs is the wide range of expressions she has in the show, so a simple remake of his pic turned into a full-blown sequence, with me using it as an excuse to play with some of those expressions and also get practice at doing the whirlwind magic effects that I worked up a little while ago.
So, here you go. Hope you all like it.
Category All / Transformation
Species Aquatic (Other)
Size 3449 x 1364px
File Size 1.18 MB
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