Chapter 27 - Tinkerbell and Wendy

A small fairy, about the size of a hand, was jetting towards the second star to the right and then straight on until morning. Her name was Tinkerbell, and she was a lithe, hourglass-shaped fairy with baby-blue eyes, shoulder-length blonde hair pulled into a bun, and pointed elf ears. Instead of the typical green dress, Tinkerbell was completely naked. She was on a vengeful mission to settle scores with her lover, Peter Pan, and some woman named Wendy who was attempting to steal him away from her.

After Peter banished her from Neverland for trying to shoot Wendy down from the sky - an act Tinkerbell deemed perfectly rational - she fled to another enchanted realm called Wonderland. Here, she encountered the young girl Alice, with whom she indulged in an intense, passionate affair. Alice urged Tinkerbell to disregard her banishment and return to Neverland to reclaim what was rightfully hers.

Now, the familiar island came into view. Tinkerbell's cheeks flushed with rage as she imagined exacting her revenge on Wendy. In her hand, she clutched a tiny flask filled with some sort of growth elixir that she had procured from Wonderland; she suspected she might need it to even the odds against Wendy.

As she flew over Pegleg Point, Blindman's Bluff, Crocodile Creek, and approached Hangman's Tree - the large, though lifeless, tree that served as the dwelling of Peter Pan and the Lost Boys - Tinkerbell descended through one of the hidden entrances and made a beeline for Peter's bedroom. Unsurprised to find Wendy there, folding Peter's dirty clothes and arranging them neatly, Tinkerbell hovered behind her and coughed to announce her arrival.

"Well, look who it is," Tinkerbell said, her voice tinged with fury.

Wendy spun around quickly, her light brown hair swinging elegantly. "Oh, hi Tink. You startled me," Wendy said innocently. "Where did your clothes go?"

"Drop the act, you slutty hussy!" Tinkerbell snarled.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Wendy replied defensively, still folding Peter's green outfit.

"Stop doing his fucking chores!" Tinkerbell spluttered, her anger escalating. Wendy immediately dropped the clothes and turned around, giving Tinkerbell a sassy look.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice filled with a touch of smugness. "I haven't done anything to you. You're the one who tried to kill me."

"Oh yeah?" Tinkerbell sneered, drawing closer to Wendy's face. "Aren't those your panties on Peter's bed?"

"So what if they are?" Wendy inched closer to Tinkerbell as well.

"You've been fucking him!" Tinkerbell screamed. "I saw right through you from the start. All those stories you told him, making him look like some great hero just so you could sleep with him."

"Why are you even here?" Wendy countered. "As far as I remember, he banished you."

Tinkerbell scanned the room, searching for any sign of Peter's presence. "He isn't here, is he?"

"The boys are at the Indian Camp," Wendy said nonchalantly.

Tink raised an eyebrow. "Why aren't you with them then?"

"I'm supposed to be their mother, so I take care of the house."

Tink scoffed. "Their mother? Is that some roleplaying you have going on? A kink of some kind?"

Wendy snapped. "So what if it is?"

Tink inhaled deeply through her hose. "I want you to leave. 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 chuckled darkly. "What are you gonna do? You're about the size of a small football."

We'll see about that, Tink thought as she emptied the remainder of her flask and within seconds grew taller and taller until she was roughly the same height and size as Wendy, who stared in shock at Tink's now human-sized figure.

"Not so tough now, are we?" Tinkerbell sneered and gently slapped Wendy across the face.

Wendy retaliated by shoving Tinkerbell, causing her to stumble backwards. Tinkerbell charged back, and the catfight began.

Tinkerbell managed to pin Wendy down and hold tightly onto her wrists. "Fuck you," she hissed.

"Fuck you too," Wendy spat out, trying to dislodge Tinkerbell's grip.

"Just because you can fuck my man doesn't mean you're stronger than me, bitch," Tinkerbell taunted.

"That's not the point," Wendy panted. "The point is, I'm gonna fuck all of you before I go back to London."

Tinkerbell scoffed. "Oh really? 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 shot back. In their close proximity, she gripped Tinkerbell's bare pussy with her hand, pressing her middle finger inside and claiming her clit.

At that very moment, a fiery passion ignited within Tinkerbell, and driven by it, she ripped Wendy's dress to shreds.

Wendy spat back at her. "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, and she moaned in pleasure as Wendy rubbed her clit. "Oh god!" she exclaimed, her head tilting back in ecstasy as she reveled in the fact that Wendy was fighting back.

"That's right," the brunette sneered. "Little, pixie bitch."

Even with her insults, Tink felt her body tremble with arousal as Wendy took control of her sensitive clit. Instead of resisting, Tink's eyes fluttered shut as Wendy pulled her close. Wendy sank to her knees, wrapped her arms around Tinkerbell's thighs, and pulled her intimate parts to her mouth.

As Tinkerbell realized what was happening, she tried to pull away, but Wendy's grip was relentless. A slap at the tip of her valley made Tink yelp in pain, and she squirmed even more. But Wendy held her steady, determined to push Tink towards an unwanted climax.

The way Wendy began, softly and slowly, left Tink feeling conflicted. The strokes were just pleasurable enough to be distracting but not so much that Tink would try to escape. As Tink relaxed on the bed, she found herself moaning softly. She hated herself for enjoying Wendy's advances, but the truth was, she wanted more.

"You bitch!" Tink screamed as her hips bucked forward, desperate for Wendy's touch.

Wendy teased Tinkerbell's clit with her tongue, drawing out the smallest, most tantalizing moans. Tink's clit began to peek out from its folds, and Wendy took full advantage. Her tongue slid beneath it and then dragged upward, eliciting even more soft cries. Tink couldn't deny that Wendy's sounds were turning her on, and her clit responded eagerly. When it finally emerged, Wendy used her teeth to capture it and her tongue to lash it, back and forth. Tink cried out in pleasure as she tried to push Wendy away, her hands grasping at her hair.

Above Tink's rapidly rising and falling stomach, they fought. Wendy was determined to hold Tink's hands in place, while Tink struggled to push Wendy away. Finally, Wendy managed to lace their fingers and force Tink's hands to rest on her thighs. Tink felt powerless, her body shuddering with anticipation as Wendy continued her relentless assault. The climax was coming quickly, like a freight train barreling down the tracks. Each wave lapped against Tink's shore, and she could do nothing but scream out in pleasure as Wendy drove her to the brink.

Only a blink before Wendy was set to finish her off, Tink slammed her thighs shut around Wendy's head. The softness of Tink's inner thighs pressed against Wendy, cutting off her access. Wendy tried to free her hands to push Tink over the edge, but Tink held tight, determined not to let her succeed.

"Bitch!" Wendy snapped, her voice filled with frustration.

With a swift movement, Tinkerbell pulled back, putting as much distance between them as possible on the bed. But Wendy wasn't about to give up so easily and lunged at her like a predator, her mouth wide open and her teeth bared. Tink had no choice but to defend herself, sinking her own teeth into Wendy's jaw.

"Ow! What the hell?" Tink yelped, her voice strained. Their jaws locked together, their limbs entwined, they rolled around on the creaking bed, each trying to gain dominance. But their bites softened, and they found themselves kissing wildly instead.

Finally, Tinkerbell managed to straddle Wendy, their most intimate parts touching. She took a deep breath, steeled herself, and thrust down, burying herself inside Wendy. They both cried out in pleasure as their bodies met.

"Fuck," Wendy panted, her eyes closing in bliss.

"Shit!" Tinkerbell gasped, echoing Wendy's sentiment.

Ignoring the separation, Wendy lifted her upper body and pressed their breasts and nipples together, creating a delicious friction. Tinkerbell didn't let it stop her from thrusting, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

In this moment of connection, they lost themselves in each other, their moans filling the hollow tree. Their clits and hips dueled, their eyes closed as they searched for the ultimate pleasure. Their breasts and nipples slid and dragged against each other, each craving more contact. As Tinkerbell pushed harder and faster, she felt Wendy's body tense, and she knew she was close to sending her over the edge.

Suddenly, Wendy's scream pierced the air, and Tink's eyes flew open. She had found THE SPOT, and there was no stopping her now.

"I fucking got you, bitch!" Tink hissed viciously.

Without wasting a moment, she plunged into Wendy again, and this time, the moan that escaped her lips was more than just a simple sigh. It was a loud, wild cry that left no doubt in Tinkerbell's mind that she had hit the spot.

Wendy's hands flailed helplessly in the air, trying to push Tinkerbell off, but her efforts were futile. With a single, hard, wet grind of their pussies, her shoves became feeble, and her lips parted in a desperate cry of ecstasy.

As she quivered, Tink thrust her hips forward, her clit dragging over the spot she'd found. Wendy bucked like a mechanical bull at a bar, trying to throw her off, but Tinkerbell refused to budge. She continued to grind against her, relentless in her pursuit of pleasure.

Finally, Wendy's violent responses came to a halt, and she grasped a handful of the duvet, pulling it up and pressing it against her mouth. She let out a scream, her whole body shaking.

Tinkerbell couldn't help but revel in the sight and sound of Wendy's glorious torture of unwanted pleasure. How every thrust seemed to drive her insane. She deserved it.

"Mmmm, scream for me," Tink taunted, not slowing her pace for a second.

But then, suddenly, Tink found herself pushed against the cool wooden wall, her right shoulder pinned. She knew it was bad. That placement. Her state of excitement. Yet all she could do was look into Wendy's beautiful blue eyes, where 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 let out a deep, howling moan that echoed through the tree. Her eyes closed, her head tilted back as she surrendered to the pleasure. Wendy's fingering hit its stride, striking deeper and moving faster with each passing second.

"Fuck, it feels incredible," Tink gasped.

Wendy pressed herself into Tinkerbell, their chests and foreheads sealing together as she prepared to push her over the edge.

"Come on, Tink. Cum for me!" she urged.

Despite her shame and anger, the moment was quickly 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.

Wendy plunged her lips onto Tinkerbell's, their tongues intertwined in a frenzied dance. Despite Tink's attempt to focus on dislodging Wendy's fingers, the intense kiss overwhelmed her senses. Wendy's passionate advances only grew stronger, her fingers relentlessly pumping in and out of Tinkerbell's core.

Tink fought valiantly, pulling at Wendy's wrist with all her might. But Wendy was determined, her grip unyielding. The fairy's breaths grew shallow as the pleasure built within her, and just as she managed to pull Wendy's fingers three-quarters of the way out, Wendy unleashed a sensual moan that shattered Tinkerbell's focus. Her fingers drove back in, and Tinkerbell lost control.

She screamed like she had never screamed before, her body writhing in ecstasy as Wendy guided her through a mind-shattering orgasm. The bed creaked under their weight as Tinkerbell's muscles clenched and relaxed, her body drenched in sweat.

Wendy continued to stroke Tinkerbell's sensitive flesh, her touch gentle and soothing. The fairy's eyes remained closed, sealed shut by the intensity of her climax.

When their breathing finally returned to normal, they collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and spent.

"Okay," Tinkerbell gasped, "you win. I'll leave Neverland and never come back."

Wendy sat up, her chest heaving. She looked at the enlarged fairy, noting the red scratch marks across her breasts and the marks on her upper lip where she had bitten her.

"No!" Wendy exclaimed. "Peter is the one who should be leaving."

Tinkerbell raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Wendy's sudden change of heart.

"You know him," Wendy continued. "Let's be honest, he's a childish, selfish, sexist brat and he doesn't deserve either of us."

Tinkerbell considered her words, remembering all the hurtful things Peter had said and done over the years.

"Perhaps you're right," she said, her voice thoughtful.

"Of course I'm right," Wendy insisted. "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?"

Tinkerbell couldn't deny the compelling case Wendy made.

"You're right," she said, her head turning red. "Fuck him."

They turned to each other and kissed passionately, their lips locked in a fervent embrace. This time, there was no hatred between them, only love.