A tinker fairy roughly the size of a hand was flying towards the second star to the right and straight on till morning to return to her home Neverland. Her name was Tinkerbell and was a slender, hourglass-shaped girl with baby-blue eyes, shoulder-length blonde hair worn in a bun and pointy elf-like ears. And, oh yeah, she was completely nude. You see, Tinkerbell was on a revenge quest to set things right with her man Peter and some slut named Wendy who was trying to steal him from her. After he banished her from Neverland for trying to shoot Wendy down from the sky, which Tink felt was a completely rational course of action, she had no choice but go to another magical dreamland in the form of Wonderland. Here she met the young girl Alice who, after an intense session of lovemaking, convinced her to screw her banishment and go back to Neverland where she would claim what was hers.
By now she could see the familiar island ahead of her. Tinkerbell's face was turning red as she thought about how she would fuck Wendy up. In her hand, Tinkerbell held a small flask with some sort of growing elixir in it that she got from Wonderland. She might need it to make it fairer between her and Wendy.
She flew over Pegleg Point, Blindman's Bluff, Crocodile Creek and approached Hangman's Tree; a large, but dead tree that served as the home of Peter Pan and the Lost Boys. Tinkerbell flew down one of the secret entrances and straight to Peter's bedroom, and she wasn't a single bit surprised to find none other than Wendy herself, folding Peter's dirty clothes for him and putting them into a neat pile. She was still wearing her slutty nightgown, that tramp, Tinkerbell thought. The tiny fairy hovered right behind her and coughed, announcing her presence.
"Well, look who it is," Tink said.
Wendy turned around quickly, her light brown hair swaying elegantly.
"Oh, hi Tink. You startled me," Wendy said innocently. "Where did your clothes go?"
"Drop the act, you fucking hussy," Tink said angrily, her head turning red with fury.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Wendy said and continued to fold Peter's green outfit.
"Stop doing his fucking choirs," Tinkerbell spluttered, and Wendy dropped the clothes immediately and turned around with a sassy look on her face.
"What do you want from me?" she asked. "I haven't done a single thing to you. You're the one who tried to kill me."
"Oh yeah," Tinkerbell said and flew closer to Wendy's face. "Aren't those your panties on Peter's bed?"
"So what if they are?" Wendy inched closer to Tink as well.
"You've been fucking him. I saw right through you from the beginning. Those stories you kept telling him, making him look like some great fucking messiah just to get in his pants."
"Why are you even here?" Wendy changed the subject. "As I recall, he banished you, remember?"
Tink looked around. "He isn't here, is he?"
"The boys are at the Indian Camp," Wendy said casually.
"Why aren't you with them then?" Tink asked with raised eyebrows.
"I'm supposed to be their mother, so I take care of the house."
"Their mother?" Tinkerbell said kind of bemused. "What is that some roleplaying you have going on? A kink of some kind?"
"So what if it is?" Wendy shouted.
Tink inhaled deeply though her hose. "I want you to leave. Right now."
"You've got it all wrong, Tink. I live here now. You're banished. You're the one who should be leaving."
"No, you've got it wrong. This is my house, Peter's my man and you're just some human slut that he will get tired of by tomorrow."
Wendy giggled darkly. "What are you gonna do? You're about the size of a small football."
We'll see about that, Tink thought as she poured the remainder of her flask down her throat and within seconds grew taller and taller until she was about the same height and size of Wendy who stared shocked at Tink's now human sized figure.
"Not so tough now, are we?" Tinkerbell said and gently slapped Wendy across the face.
Wendy quickly responded by shoving Tinkerbell, making her stumble backwards on her feet. Immediately, Wendy felt her push her back and away from her. In Tinkerbell's eyes, she saw fire. Not only that, but in her curling lips she found anger, palpable and intense. Wendy charged back, and the catfight had begun.
Tinkerbell got on top of Wendy and held tightly onto her wrists.
"Fuck you," she said sternly.
"Fuck you too," Wendy spat out trying to get Tinkerbell off of her but with no luck.
"Just because you can fuck my man, doesn't mean that you're stronger than me, bitch," Tinkerbell taunted.
"That's not the point," Wendy said as she scratched her way loose from Tink's grip and holding on to the back of her head with both hands. "The point is, I'm gonna fuck all of you before I go back to London."
"Oh really?" Tink said as she pulled Wendy's nightgown down with her nails, breaking the straps that held it up and leaving claw marks on Wendy's exposed tits. "Then you'll just go home a big fat whore!"
"Who said I ever fucking turned up here without being one in the first place?" Wendy said and in their closeness, latched a single hand on Tink's bare pussy, using her middle finger to press inside and claim her clit.
At the very moment she dared to touch her sex, the fire within Tinkerbell lit, and driven by as much, she grabbed the rest of Wendy's dress and ripped it to shreds.
Wendy spat back at her in words. "When I'm done with you, I'm going to punish you for being such a bitch!"
Suddenly, Tink felt Wendy press her breasts into her own, just as she began to rub her clit. It caused her to shudder in pleasure.
"Oh god!" Tink exclaimed in a half-moan, half-mutter as her head tilted back, excited beyond words that Wendy was fighting back.
"That's right," the brunette taunted. "Little, pixie bitch."
Even with her insults, Tink was at that moment too turned on and too desiring of Wendy's touch to pull away or fight back. Instead, her eyes simply closed as she let her take full control of her clit, her body and their battle. Wendy dropped to her knees, wrapped her arms around Tinkerbell's thighs and pulled her sex to her mouth.
As it dawned on her what she was doing, Tink began to squirm; wanting to get away from her no doubt dangerous tongue and pull herself further up the bed. Wendy fought off the effort by using her grip on Tink's thick thighs to pull her back. A counter she marked with exclamation when she landed a small, stinging slap at the tip of Tinkerbell's valley, causing her to yelp in pain.
She drove in slowly. Softly. Telling Tink with every lounging stroke that she not only had her, but that she was going to do everything she could to drag her to an unwanted orgasm. The delicate nature of her first lashings were so smart, she having made them just pleasurable enough to be distracting and entrancing, but not so much that Tink would again fight her to escape. Giving in to Wendy's wishes, Tink let herself fall back onto the bed, her blonde hair bunching and forming a makeshift pillow behind her.
Within only a moment or two, she began to softly moan. She hated it! She hated herself at this moment! Even moreso when she could literally feel Wendy smiling in reaction.
"You bitch!" Tink called as her hips started to thrust themselves forward against her own wishes, desperate for more of Wendy's tongue and talents. Within one or two of those unwanted lunges, she was able to stop, but she had to admit, she wanted more.
Wendy did all she could to coax Tinkerbell's clit to harden and escape its folds. Her tongue sliding beneath it, and then dragging upward; releasing the smallest, hottest little moans she could into her sex. Tink knew the sounds were only to turn her on, and make her onslaught more intense, but that knowledge did little to stop it from working and little to stop her clit from coming out to play. And when it did, Wendy used her teeth to catch it, and then her tongue to lash it, back and forth. In an instant, Tink screamed out in pleasure, and her hands flew down to Wendy's head, trying to push it and her mouth away from her pussy.
Above Tink's quickly rising and falling stomach, they fought. Wendy to stop Tink's hands, and Tink to push past Wendy's, and to stop her fierce attack. Wendy finally found a way to lace their fingers and drag Tink's hands down to her own thighs. Tinkerbell felt helpless, only able to scream out again and again, Wendy's tongue masterfully pulling her towards an orgasm. One that was rushing towards her like a freight train. One that the first waves of which began to lap against her shore.
Only a blink before Wendy was set to finish her off, Tink slammed her thighs closed around Wendy's head, the inner softness of her thick thighs pressing against her cheeks. With such a hold she held her mouth at bay, inches from her sex. Wendy then tried to pull her hands free, and to use them to push Tink over the edge, but Tink wasn't having it and held tight.
"BITCH!" Wendy screamed at her as Tink's closed legs kept her stationary.
Tinkerbell's building orgasm slowly faded, and she swiftly scooted back onto the bed as far away from Wendy's dangerous mouth as she could, but Wendy made an unexpected move towards her as she opened her mouth wide like a great white shark and bit down hard on her jaw.
"Ow! What the hell!" Tink screamed but only managed a small mumble. She had no choice but to bite back, and Wendy groaned of pain as she did it, but she still didn't let go.
Once there, with their jaws locked together, their arms wrapped around each other, and their legs tangled together, they both felt like animals. And like animals, each of them began to drool from their mutual bite as they rolled from one side to the other on the creaking bed. In their tumble they each sought to mount the other and take out their burning frustration, but none of them succeeded and the rolling around continued, even as their bites softened and turned into wild, passionate kissing.
But then, somehow, Tinkerbell got on top. Her bare mound settled on Wendy's. The moment had come. Tink knew it. Wendy knew it. After taking a deep breath between kisses to ready themselves, Tink thrust her hips down into Wendy's, and in unison they cried out together.
"Fuck," Wendy said breathlessly.
"Shit!" Tinkerbell responded.
As if she couldn't take them being separated, Wendy lifted her upper body beneath Tinkerbell, and rubbed their tits together. The feeling was incredible, and the excitement it drove within them intense. Despite that, Tinkerbell did not let it stop her from thrusting.
In this moment of soft equity, they continued for what seemed like an eternity, and a blissful one at that. In it, their moans echoed off the walls of the hollow tree and their eyes were forced to close as they both fought to endure the others delicious onslaught. Breasts and nipples dragging and sliding against each other, each of them looking for any and all contact between them they could find. Their clits and hips dueling, trying to push the other into orgasm and defeat as they rolled almost freely, neither of them concerned with being top or bottom.
However, suddenly as Tinkerbell delivered one thrust upward after another, she heard Wendy scream out in a pleasure that she was definitely not ready for. When she did, Tink's eyes shot open, and what seemed to be a long war of attrition and parity, turned into anything but as she had surely found it; the right angle and THE SPOT.
"I fucking got you know, bitch!" Tink said viciously.
Not wasting a moment, she followed up with another thrust, and Wendy did not only shutter, but let loose a wild, traitorous moan, assuring Tinkerbell that she was absolutely right in her assumption.
Tink quickly got on top of Wendy and was in full control. Wendy reached her hands helplessly up, trying to push Tink off of her, but with a single, hard, wet grind of pussies, her shoves became feeble and her lips parted in a desperate cry of ecstasy.
As she reeled, Tink thrust her hips forward, and dragged her clit over the spot she had found, one located just above Wendy's and a hair to the left. In reaction, Wendy bucked like a mechanical bull at a bar, trying to get her off, but Tinkerbell clung to her leg and kept her position. Back and forth she grinded against her, and finally Wendy's violent responses ended, and she grabbed a handful of the duvet, and pulled it up off the bed and to her mouth. She then screamed into it, her whole body shaking.
Tinkerbell couldn't help but enjoy the look and sound of that glorious torture of unwanted pleasure for that slut Wendy. How her every thrust seemed to drive her insane. She deserved it.
"Mmmm, scream for me," Tink taunted, making sure to not slow her pace for even a second.
But then suddenly, she found herself pushed, her right shoulder pinned, and her back pressed against the cool wooden wall.
This couldn't be happening, Tink thought. She had her. The victory was imminent. But how the tables had turned. Tinkerbell knew it was bad. That placement. Her state of excitement. Yet all she could do at the moment was look into Wendy's beautiful blue eyes from which tears of pleasure had begun to stream. In them, Tink saw so many different emotions, and like a fool she tried to parse them, attempting to figure out what she was about to do. Until she felt it. Two fingers from Wendy's right hand buried themselves deep into the fairy's sex.
Tinkerbell released a deep, howling moan which echoed through the tree as her eyes closed and her head tilted back. The sound told Wendy exactly how close she was to the edge, and how short a distance she had to traverse to push her over.
Her fingering really hit its stride, striking deeper, and moving faster with every second. Tinkerbell had to be honest.
"Fuck, it feels incredible," she yelped.
That fact so clearly being known to her, Wendy pressed back into Tinkerbell, their chests and foreheads sealing together as she set to be holding Tinkerbell up so she could finish her off.
"Come on. Cum for me, Tink!"
Although she hated it and was ashamed by it, the moment was evidently fast approaching where an orgasm would tear through Tinkerbell's body and explode within her. She knew that right then and there, she had to do something, or just give in and let Wendy beat her. So she mustered every ounce of focus she had, and reached for the back of Wendy's light brown hair with her right hand, and her attacking wrist with her left. Then she pulled with both grips, trying to pull her away with the tugging of her locks, and her fingers out of her sex with her yanking at her wrist.
But just as the attempt started, Wendy dove in and sealed her lips to Tinkerbell's, kissing her with every bit of passion she had built up over their exhausting showdown. Tink tried to ignore the kiss, and Wendy's tongue searching for hers, and instead focus on prying the fingers out of her pussy. None did it help. With equal force and focus, Wendy continued to pump her fingers in and out. But Tink pushed on and was so close, having managed to pull her fingers three quarters of the way out… but then it was too late. Deviously, Wendy released a sensual, divinely-delivered moan into the fairy's mouth and when she did, Tinkerbell lost all semblance of control and concentration. The grip on Wendy's wrist loosened, and her fingers drove back into her. That's when she lost control.
Tinkerbell screamed like she had never screamed before, howling as Wendy worked her through her earthshattering orgasm, draining every last drop of juice from her. As the chorus of moans, whimpers and wails continued, Wendy massaged Tink's soft walls, stroked her hard clit, and when her orgasm was at the beginning of the end, gently played with her soaking folds.
Tinkerbell saw none of it; only felt it as her eyes were closed, sealed shut by a cataclysmic orgasm that Wendy had torn from her body against her will.
Breathing deeply, they both dropped heavily down on their backs on the bed.
"Okay," Tinkerbell just wheezed. "You win. I'll leave Neverland and never come back."
"No!" Wendy exclaimed, sat up and looked at the enlarged fairy.
Tink could see red scratch marks across her breasts and clear markings to her upper lip where she had bitten her. She could imagine how bruised she must look herself.
"Peter is the one who should be leaving," Wendy said.
Tink looked questioning at her.
"You know him. Let's be honest, he's a childish, selfish, sexist brat and he doesn't deserve either of us."
"Perhaps you're right," Tink said thoughtfully, thinking back to all those mean and self-important things he had said and done over the years.
"Of course I'm right," Wendy said. "I reckon he's been fucking Tiger Lily while we fought over his ungrateful ass. He's definitely been gone for a while now, hasn't he?"
Wendy made a compelling case, Tink had to admit.
"You're right. Fuck him," Tink said, her head turning red again.
They turned to each other and kissed passionately, but this time there was no hatred between them. Just love.