Wendy Marvell vs Sherria Blendy

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Wendy Marvell was a shy young mage, of the Fairy Tale guild, considered the strongest in the kingdom of Fiore. That gave her much to live up to. But her own power, while impressive and showing remarkable potential, was still in the early developing stages… still she fought hard and proudly for the sake of her guild. With lengthy dark blue hair tied into pigtails that went halfway down her back, big bright brown eyes, a purple mini-dress with two vertical lavender stripes, long white sleeves, and black leggings, one wouldn’t guess the strength that lay in such an innocent looking package.

But one could say the same for Sherria Blendy. With dark pink, comparatively short pigtails, deep blue eyes, a pink and blue dress with a short ruffly skirt, a heart emblem on one breast and an X on the other, and black stockings that went up to her thighs, she was as cute and carefree as could be. But her strength was similar to Wendy’s, except amplified to a whole different level.

Both young mages specialized in sky magic, making use of the wind and air around them to do battle. And if Wendy, known to many as a Sky Dragon Slayer, was still developing, it’d be fair to say that Sherria, a Sky God Slayer, was in a highly advanced stage already.

Just a short time ago, the two of them did battle during an event known as the Grand Magic Games with their guilds watching on. And while they made for quite a spectacle, trading mirroring wind attacks, it was clear to all who the better was from the opening volleys. Sherria was simply overpowering and it was all Wendy could do to stay in the fight, battered and beaten by the end.

Still, in spite of her repeated sentiment that she didn’t enjoy fighting in any way, Wendy refused to stand down, fighting for her guild until the bitter end, making all of her friends proud in the process. Not giving up, she managed to survive until Sherria had used the last of her magical power, when the battle devolved into a fist fight. This portion was fierce but short-lived as the bout reached a time limit.

Perhaps controversially, the fight was declared a tie. And afterwards, the two young ladies showed no hard feelings. Sherria healed the damage she’d done to Wendy and the two became friends there on the battlefield.

The two met up after the third day had ended and split off from the guilds to spend some time together. They end up in a nearby field, looking up at the stars, happy and peaceful as could be…

“Hooo… a whole day of fights. Exciting, but pretty exhausting to watch too...” Wendy lamented with a sigh.

“Really? You don’t seem too tired to me.” Sherria replied as she stretched out. “Heh, you ran the whole way here...”

“Well… yeah. I can heal fatigue after all...” Wendy chuckled.

“Lucky...” Sherria remarked. “If I could do that, I wouldn’t have had to stop using magic. I would’ve won our fight hands down, no silly draw.”

“Hey now...” Wendy replied, with a joking smirk. “As I recall, I was able to avoid your strongest attack by making it even stronger… a little trickery that drained you in the first place. If you DID keep using your magic, I think I could’ve found a way to use it against you and get the win for my guild.”

“Hah… really now.” Sherria smiled openly. “That’s funny… you know I was holding back that whole fight, right? I just didn’t see the need to hurt an innocent young girl who clearly didn’t want to fight in the first place. You kept pushing me to use stronger and stronger magic until I got carried away and used it all up… in a serious fight though, I mean… let’s be honest, it’s pretty obvious who would win.”

Wendy paused, a little peeved at that remark. “Now hold on, I thought we agreed we both fought well… what’s this all about?”

“Oh yeah, you fought really well for your skill level.” Sherria nodded. “I mean everyone in that stadium was applauding it! They were all amazed that you kept fighting even when it was obvious you were outmatched… to keep going against me was probably the bravest thing you’ve ever done, it should be commended!”

“Are… are you mocking me?” Wendy asked, her eyes narrowing at Sherria’s extremely faint praise.

“What? Noooo...” she replied, her smile not leaving her face even after she’d obviously offended her new friend. “I just said you should be commended! Just like everyone in that arena thought when they were cheering for you… making your stand even when you’re clearly, by far, the weakest… it takes a lot of courage and guts, is all I’m saying. And you know what? I’ll applaud it too!”

She stood up and actually began clapping for Wendy, a saccharine smile on her face. And with each clap, Wendy became more and more insulted.

Marvell shot to her feet and looked Sherria in the eye, a dead serious expression on her cute face. “Hey. Cut it out, okay? That’s not funny...”

“What do you mean? I’m just trying to give you your due...” Sherria smirked, even laughing a little.

“You know what, whatever. Let’s just change the subject...” Wendy sighed as she sat back down.

“Yeah, okay… I was wondering something actually...” Sherria began. “Your strengths seem to lie in healing, which is nice for group battles but… what are you going to do if you ever get in a real fight by yourself?”

“Well I… have fought by myself before...” Wendy hesitantly answered. “Pretty sure everyone in these guilds have had to at some point...”

“Wait… wait, really? You have?!” Sherria replied, with absolute astonishment. “Wow… I really did not get that feeling during our fight… I was CERTAIN that had to be your first-ever one on one battle...”

A few tense seconds passed, before Wendy again shot to her feet and got in Sherria’s face. “I’m sorry, what’s your problem?”

“What? I don’t have a problem...” Sherria answered, her grin growing on her face, as if she enjoyed getting under Wendy’s skin.

“Well it sure seems like you’re trying to make one...” Wendy answered. “Why do you keep antagonizing me about this?”

“I’m not! I’m just interested in the development of such a young, new, super inexperienced warrior...” Sherria shrugged.

“You’re two years older than me!” Wendy exclaimed.

“And that’s a long time when you’re our age!” Sherria fired back, with a chuckle. “I bet you might even be almost as strong as me in a couple of years… heheh, I’ve learned a loooot in the two years I’ve got on you, I promise you that..”

“So what, you think being older than me makes you better than me?” Wendy asked, officially worked up. It was unlike her to get this way, but Sherria seemed to be pushing all the right buttons…

“No...” she answered, a sly smirk as she looked away. “...I think being a Dragon God Slayer makes me better than you.”

“That does it… you and me! We’re going to have a rematch!” Wendy declared. “If you’re so certain that you really won that fight, then why don’t you prove it! No time limits, no rules, no spectators… let’s fight to see who’s really better!”

“Hah… well, I’d love nothing more but... I’m still about fresh out of magical power...” Sherria remarked.

“That’s fine… I basically used mine up in healing people up after their fights too.” Wendy revealed, putting up her tiny fists. “We can just, have a straight-up fight, you and me! C-C’mon, let’s go!”

Sherria laughed. “And here I thought you hated fighting...”

“Yeah, but I’m getting to hate your smug grin even more!” Wendy fired back.

“That’s the spirit!” Sherria exclaimed. “Well, I happen to know a perfect place we can fight without disturbing anything or anyone… a completely abandoned part of town… just need to get my outfit fixed up first.”

As if she knew in advance this would happen, she produced a pen and a sheet of paper, drawing up a little map to lead Wendy to the place in question. She handed her ‘friend’ the map and happily strode away to get ready.

Wendy eyed the map, beginning to calm down… and once the anger subsided, it was replaced with dread. She buried her face in the paper, sulking, “Oh God, what have I just gotten myself into…?”

What made Wendy angry beyond anything was that she knew Sherria was right. It was clear who was stronger in every way. She just hated how much she was rubbing it in… it made her desperately want to prove her wrong, to just prove she could hang with her… but she feared that might be a pipe dream.

Still, she steeled up her resolve, summoned up her courage and went out to get ready herself, for Round 2 of their thrilling battle…



--- An Hour Later ---


The two girls came together at the designated spot, eyeing each other from a distance like they were about to draw pistols and dawn was soon approaching… Wendy had an intensity in her eye as she sought to overcome her worries and shut Sherria up. Sherria of course just wore her smile…

“I’ll be honest… I’m a little surprised you showed up.” Sherria admitted. “I didn’t think you were serious about this… or, no. I guess it’s more, I hoped you weren’t, for your sake.”

“Nngh, it’s comments like that… I just can’t ignore!” Wendy yelled. “You’re going to stop with this jabbering on about being stronger than me, and all these callous remarks… I’m going to show you what happens when you make fun of me!”

Sherria shook her head. “Shame… I was really starting to like you. But after what I do to you, you’ll want to quit the Mage game all together...”

“Shut up and fight!” Wendy shouted as she started charging at her, again letting Sherria get under her skin.

Blendy simply waited with her little cocksure smile, before performing a spin move at the last second. It resulted in Wendy rushing just past her as Sherria spun behind her and capped off her momentum with an elbow to the back of Wendy’s head. This stung and sent her off-balance, landing facefirst on the concrete.

Sherria wasn’t going full-force though, she merely hit her hard enough to send her toppling. She was more embarrassed than hurt as she pushed her way to her hands and knees, grunting and groaning in frustration.

And of course the senior mage just couldn’t help but taunt her already. “No no, see, the object is to hit your opponent…!”

“Shut up...” Wendy spat, trying to regain her composure. Sherria scoffed as she walked over towards her…

Wendy surprised her with a mule kick, her heel digging into her stomach. This doubled Sherria over slightly, and Wendy followed up by launching herself off the pavement and hitting another back kick, this time slamming the bottom of her foot into the apparently arrogant mage’s cute little face.

This was enough to send her staggering as Wendy got back to her feet, fire in her eyes after proving she can hurt her. Sherria wiped her mouth and again just smiled. “Clever… nicely done… not much strength behind the blows… but nicely done.”

Trying not to let her snide remarks bother her, Wendy put up her dukes and opted to let Sherria make the next move. She indeed approached, slowly, donning her own fighting stance as she cautiously neared…

The moment she got within arm’s length, Wendy fired a punch towards her face. But she managed to lean her head away from the blow. Sherria aimed a punch of her own towards Wendy, and she echoed this maneuver, ducking her head away… but it was a feint, as Sherria pulled her arm back at the mid-way point. Wendy realized too late that her opponent’s leg was rising, and she ended up getting kicked square in the jaw.

This staggered her back a few steps, as she struggled to maintain her balance… but this left her wide open, and Sherria rushed in, popping off two quick punches to her face, one for each cheek, rocking her head back and forth. A kick to her gut doubled her over for a snap kick that caught her right between the eyes. This flipped her right over onto her back, and she hit the pavement hard.

“Ooh, ouch… that seemed like it hurt.” Sherria remarked, cupping her mouth to hide her smirk as she took a step back. “Are you okay~?”

“Sh-shut up...” Wendy growled. “I’m fine!”

“Are you sure? I mean, I can help you up… if you need it… my good friend~” Sherria replied, offering her opponent a hand. This mirrored the end of their last fight, where Wendy, thinking there was mutual respect between the two as fighters, was happy to accept. Here, however, Wendy angrily smacked her hand away, hearing nothing but sarcasm dripping from her honey-sweet words.

Wendy took the time to fire her fist into Sherria’s stomach, which she seemed to register but did not double her over near as much as the kick to Wendy’s gut had achieved. Nevertheless, Wendy shot up to her feet and aimed another punch at her face, but this time Sherria avoided it by simply taking a step back.

A low, sweeping kick to Wendy’s shin kicked her leg out from under her and forced her back down to a knee with a grunt of pain. Sherria then reared her leg up for a wicked thrust kick, the bottom of her foot blasting into Wendy’s face and sending her rolling backwards. She landed hard when her roll ceased, the back of her head smacking against the cement, leaving her stunned for a few seconds.

Looking to capitalize, Sherria rushed in, getting a running start. Wendy gasped when she heard her shoes pounding the pavement, realizing the momentum she was gaining was about to result in a lot of pain for her, but she couldn’t react in time to avoid it…

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw her there above her, stopping with her leg up high. She stomped down fiercely… and her foot slammed down directly next to Wendy’s head, damn near giving her a heart attack as she heard the loud thud echo just inches away from her ear. It was a trick… Sherria simply planted her foot there before bending down, again offering Wendy her hand.

“Eh…? Eh…?” she inquired, reaching down to help her opponent in the middle of battle for the second time.

Increasingly perturbed with the way Sherria was mocking her, she indeed did grab her hand, whilst also kicking her leg up into her stomach. Burying her foot in her belly, Wendy rolled backwards, performing a judo throw to send Sherria onto her back, again taking her by surprise. Wendy finished her roll, and ended up mounting Sherria, her knees pressed against her abdomen.

“Now who’s stronger?!” Wendy yelled as she released Sherria’s hands and reared her fist back. She sent a punch down to her seemingly prone face, but even from that position, Sherria had some reflexes, managing to catch her by the wrist. Planning on sending both fists down in a flurry anyway, Wendy quickly fired off a punch with her opposite fist, but Sherria managed to catch that as well.

Suddenly Wendy found herself caught, both arms trapped, even as Sherria was pinned underneath her. She was also surprised to find her body lifting into the air… showing off some incredible strength, Sherria managed to push her lower body up off the ground, bridging her back even as Wendy rested on top of her.

In a deft motion, she backflipped, reversing their position. Now Wendy was on her back, her legs still curled up in Sherria’s stomach as she bore down onto her and pinned her arms to the pavement.

“Hah! This is fun!” Sherria chirped as she held Wendy down. “Now then, go on! It’s your turn to reverse again!”

Wendy certainly tried to find another counter to get herself out of that situation, but try as she might, she couldn’t seem to move any of her limbs… Sherria was bearing down hard with all of what little weight she had. Her legs were forced to stay in their bent position, and she couldn’t seem to pull her arms off the ground thanks to Sherria’s tight grip.

“D-Damn you...” Wendy grunted.

“Oh… you don’t want to go? You wanna skip your turn and let me have an extra one? Are you sure…?” Sherria rhetorically asked. “Wow, that’s so sweet of you, Wendy! I’d be happy to go again~”

Sherria released her wrists and managed to rain down an onslaught of punches before Wendy could react. In rapid succession, she peppered her pretty face with nearly a dozen shots, alternating lefts and rights, crashing into her head again and again, and as she pressed against the pavement she knew she had nowhere to go. Her arms flailed, but the shots rocked her to the point that she couldn’t seem to do much other than lie there and take the brutal punishment Sherria dished out.

The overpowering mage capped off the onslaught by hopping up to her feet and rearing her leg up. Wendy’s momentarily blurry vision only gave her a slight glimpse up her skirt before she brought her foot down, her black and pink tennis shoe slamming right into Wendy’s stomach, sinking into her soft belly.

This knocked all the air out of her in a big wheeze, and caused her whole body to buckle. “Oooh, that REALLY looks painful...” Sherria remarked. And as she kept Wendy pinned down with her foot, for the third time, she offered her hand, waving it in front of her face. “Doooooooo you want some help~?”

Filling with anger, but barely able to make any sudden moves, the already battered Wendy simply uttered, “N-No...”

Sherria feigned surprise. “Oh! Okay then… why didn’t you say so before? Goodness… silly Wendy~”

With that, she simply stepped off of her and took a few paces backward, allowing Wendy to slowly pick herself up. Sherria just watched, her arms crossed, a huge smile on her face, not having broken a sweat whilst Wendy struggled to her feet.

“I don’t care… how strong you are… I’m not… going to put up… with being mocked...” Wendy hissed.

“Oh I agree. If someone’s making fun of you, that’s not okay, regardless of who they are.” Sherria nodded. “If you ever come upon someone who’s making fun of you, just tell me about it and I’ll deal with them for you~”

“I’m so sick of you...” Wendy lamented.

“Then… why don’t you start fighting seriously?” Sherria asked, pointing to her chin. “Go ahead… hit me HARD this time.”

Wendy yelled as she rushed her, and leapt at her, launching into a full force flying punch right to Sherria’s smug face. She actually made no attempt to counter or avoid this maneuver, just standing there and letting Wendy’s fist slam into her.

This rocked Sherria and sent her staggering several feet backward, but to Wendy’s surprise, she still remained on her feet. Spitting out a little blood, Sherria smiled. “I don’t think you heard me... I said hit me HARD.”

“D-Dammit, stop messing with me!” Wendy shouted, as she came in for another punch.

“Oh, okay.” Sherria casually agreed.

That next instant Wendy’s fist sailed upwards, her arm extended high. She was stunned… Sherria had blocked her punch with such speed that she didn’t even see her hand move. And Sherria was quick to follow up, coming in close and burying her elbow right into her belly… once, twice, three times she thrust the solid point of her elbow right into the pit of Wendy’s stomach.

She let loose a loud wail of pain as she fell to the ground, clutching her gut. And Sherria didn’t let up, unleashing a vicious kick right to her face that rocked her head back. Now she was holding her nose instead...

Wendy was beginning to cry from the outrageous pain, and the last thing she wanted was to let this bully see it. Plus, she desperately needed to get some distance, so she began to roll away from Sherria. But all that did was allow her a running start before she unleashed a brutal punt to Wendy’s ribs that actually sent her a little ways off the ground as she unwittingly continued rolling away.

“Oh no! You’re crying… what’s wrong? Did someone hurt you~?” Sherria mockingly asked as she stepped over to the prone Wendy. Even though her stomach was hurting her far more than her face, Wendy kept covering it up, trying to hide her tears. Her cheeks were flush red, blushing from the embarrassment of it all.

Despite her desperate wishes, her worst fear was coming true, she was being absolutely outclassed. She seemed helpless, at the mercy of Sherria who just continued to find amusement in it all. And since the left her stomach wide open, her antagonist saw fit to target it again, this time leaping up into the air before coming down with a crushing knee drop, her solid kneecap burying itself into her stomach.

Sherria again stood and calmly watched, a smirk on her face as Wendy coughed and sobbed, unable to keep from clutching her aching belly, which underneath her dress was undoubtedly beginning to bruise.



“Hrm… I dunno… I think this was more fun when I was toying with you.” Sherria remarked. “These fights are a lot more interesting when they’re competitive, y’know? This whole one-sided slaughter thing, it doesn’t really do it for me. Yeah… I think I might go back to just playing along with you soon...”

Wendy didn’t say anything this time as she forced herself to stand, refusing to let go of her pride even as tears streamed down her face. She tried to charge at Sherria but didn’t have the speed to really run anymore, instead she just shambled towards her, as she simply stood there and waited for her.

Desperate to generate some offense, Wendy aimed a kick towards Sherria’s side, but she caught it with ease. With a simple jerk upwards, she tripped Wendy onto her back and from there let loose a brutal stomp to her damaged, well-softened abdomen. Sadistically, Sherria just smiled away as Wendy let loose a blood-curdling scream.

“Wow, that was a good try, Wendy!” Sherria mocked. “No, really, you almost got me with that one! Probably would’ve ended the fight too, yep… I’m really lucky to have survived past that, whoo...”

Frustrated beyond belief, Wendy slammed her fists into the pavement as she slowly picked herself up again. “I… I won’t… let you… get me down… uggh, I WILL prove myself… t-to you…!”

“Oh, you’ve proven plenty...” Sherria flippantly replied.

On shaky legs, Wendy managed to slowly steady herself, her cocky opponent giving her all the time she needed to get her composure. Willing up as much strength as she could muster, and with a loud battle cry, she rushed towards Sherria at almost full speed, showing off her perseverance.

With her fist reared back, she looked to try and take Sherria’s head off, and end the fight with one good punch…

But she never even got to unleash it. Her own momentum cost her as with a short burst, Sherria had hopped forward and uncorked a brutal knee lift, kneeing her right in the same damn spot that she kept targeting on her poor, weakened tummy. Wendy found herself bent entirely over her knee, stunned to the point of delirium with sheer pain, coughing up blood and spit… she slumped over, as Sherria stood perfectly still, just holding her limp ragdoll frame up on her risen leg.

“Wendyyyyy? Buddyyy…? Are you okay…?” Sherria teased. “Not to be rude, but… well, you’ve certainly looked better… heh...”

Wendy didn’t make a move, nor much of a sound for a few seconds, other than a little guttural moaning. After a few moments her hands began to twitch, but again, that was it… she seemed completely out of it as she hung limply, bent over on Sherria’s knee.

“...Hello? Anybody home?” Sherria mockingly asked, tilting her head inquisitively, as if unaware of the severity of her status.

Eventually Sherria slowly lowered her foot, allowing Wendy to slide to the pavement. Upon contact with the familiar cold cement, the recognition seemed to stir the young mage awake and she attempted to push herself up. But something snapped behind her eyes, a drought of double-vision struck and she went back down.

Sherria knelt down next to her. “Listen… let’s be honest… we both knew it would go like this, right?” she remarked, for once sounding serious. “There’s no one around to impress by being all tough… we’re alone. And for what it’s worth I won’t tell anyone about this… nobody will have to know you got obliterated out here. Just go ahead, go to sleep… I’ll make sure you’re nice and healed up by the time you wake up, okay? And we’ll just pretend this was a dream… a really bad, painful dream.”

Wendy couldn’t express much hate, but her anger still burned from her every remark at that point. Lying down and just going to sleep would’ve been very easy at that point, but she made no attempt to. Turning and crawling, she pulled herself across the pavement over to a nearby street lamp. Grasping it, wrapping her arms around it, she managed to gradually pull herself up… she couldn’t get up under her own power anymore.

Hearing her grunt and groan as she slowly picked herself up off the ground, Sherria simply rolled her eyes. “God, so dramatic, every single time… but hey, A+ effort, for, uh… whatever that’s worth.”

After a few lingering moments, she was finally on her feet… and after a few stumbles, she even managed to stay on her feet after letting go of the street lamp! Wobbly, she turned to Sherria, who just offered another golf clap.

“Yaaaaay Wendyyy! She can still walk, kinda! Yaaaay!” Sherria cheered, mockingly. She then just shrugged.“Come on… I think we’ve both proven our points here. I’m waayyy stronger than you, and you keep fighting admirably even when it’s an absolutely awful idea. If we do this any longer, I’m gonna start feeling bad… for you, and for what I’m doing. I mean I’m practically picking on a child here, you’re so outmatched. I think now’s a really good time for you to give up… what do you say?”

“I don’t… need… your pity...” Wendy spat. “I told you that… back at the Games… and I sure don’t… need your… m-mockery...”

“Name one time I’ve mocked you!” Sherria teased.

“Sh-shut up...” the beaten, humiliated young warrior hissed. “For the love of God… just SHUT UP!”

Somehow she managed to do something that looked a little like running towards Sherria, shambling as she flailed her arms blindly in her direction. Strangely, that didn’t work out very well for her, as Sherria just casually sidestepped out of the way of this, and allowed Wendy to blindly keep going until she fell onto the pavement.

“Hmm… yeah, okay, not a bad move, that one.” Sherria commented, a contemplative hand to her chin as she nodded thoughtfully. “Well, I mean, y’know… not terrible… I think we can workshop it~”

Wendy fought to get her hands and knees again as Sherria walked over, going around to face her. Wendy could see Sherria’s shoes before her face. She couldn’t see it, but somehow she knew that she was leaning down and offering her hand again.

“Really though. Come on now, let’s stop this silly game… this is starting to get embarrassing for ME, here...” Sherria declared. She continued, “I mean, to even participate in this farce with you, (no offense!) what would my guild say if-”

In a fury, Wendy suddenly shot up from the pavement in a dynamic maneuver, as in mid-air she lurched forward with a mighty punch, looking to cut her off and shut her up for good with a wicked punch right to her jaw. The strength seemed to come from a hidden reserve even she didn’t realize she had, and whilst she previously stated to never enjoy anything about a fight, there was a large part of her that enjoyed the way her fist on Sherria’s head felt, and the resounding thud that came off the impact.

“-they saw us like this?” Sherria continued on, not even taking a pause in her sentence. “I mean they’d think I was just bullying some hapless kid… not a good look for me at all, I’d get in so much trouble...”

“D-Dammit all...” Wendy lamented as her arm slumped to her side. “Why don’t you just… go down...”

“Would you like that?” Sherria asked. “If I just like pretended you hurt me, would that make you feel better and get you to stop? I’m your friend, I’m here for you, I can do that… I’m a pretty good actress actually!”

“Shut… UP!” she yelled, again punching her, this one aimed right between the eyes and again coming to a massive impact.

After a noticeable pause, Sherria stepped back and held the wounded spot, lurching her head back. “OW. Oh no! The pain… ugh, it hurts so much… dang, you’re really strong Wendy… almost as strong as me, easily!”

“I hate you...” Wendy muttered.

“Hrm, okay, so that’s a no on that front. Doesn’t help after all...” Sherria noted, dropping her facade like a bad habit.

Growling, too furious to even think straight anymore, Wendy reared her fist back and launched another punch, putting everything she had left into every shot. Her eyes almost couldn’t follow what happened next…

Showing off some blinding speed, Sherria actually ran in a circle around Wendy, came back to face her, and still had time to catch her punch by the wrist before it even came within two feet of making contact with her.

“Wh-wha…?” Wendy gasped.

“Oh, sorry, did you not catch that?” Sherria uttered. “I was worried that might be too hard to track for uh… well, I was going to say for the untrained, but… well, I was going to say average, but… well, your vision. Here, let me try again, stay focused this time okay?”

Sherria released Wendy’s wrist, swiftly circled her wobbly body, then came to grab her wrist again. In nearly a flash from Wendy’s perspective, Sherria was now to her right, holding onto her arm, instead of being directly in front of her.

“Did you see what I did that time…?” Sherria asked, smiling brightly at Wendy’s absolute astonishment. She’d like to have believed that she was hallucinating, that this was simply brought on by the delirium of the pain… but she sadly knew better.

“Hm… maybe the other side would work better.” Sherria remarked, as she again let go of Wendy’s arm and circled around. Before Wendy could even so much as pull her arm away or lower it to her side, Sherria appeared there on her left and again took a tight grip on her wrist, controlling the arm with ease.

“Wh-what… the hell…?” Wendy asked herself, aghast.

“Ah, good, good!” Sherria chirped, a huge smile. “So you DID see it that time! Good for you, Wendy~!”

She burst out laughing, and for a few moments, that’s all there was… Wendy just stood there, a blank expression as Sherria cackled at how thoroughly outclassed she was, and always was in this fight…

The wind began to blow, brushing Wendy’s lengthy hair against her face, seemingly taking her out of her stupor long enough to find her rage again. With a blood-curdling howl, she reared back her free arm and attempted another punch, despite how poorly this tactic was working out for her up to that point.

Sherria let go of Wendy’s arm and ducked with a condescending slowness, watching with a smirk as Wendy’s own momentum caused her to fall, her fist pounding ineffectively against the pavement as she dropped.

Shaking her head yet again, Sherria came over and knelt down, taking Wendy’s arm and draping it over her own shoulder as she gently helped her up to her feet. Sherria stepped in front of her, keeping her hands out, wary of letting fall again. When it seemed she was going to stay upright, the powerful mage mockingly pat her on the head.

Unsurprisingly, this resulted in Wendy sending another punch her way, but this one was absolutely bereft of strength on any metric, and just pitifully bounced off of Sherria’s chest with a comical smack.

“Dang, Wendy… you’ve got a lot of persistence. I mean I learned that during our first fight, but I really had no idea. You really just, don’t have any quit in you whatsoever. You definitely have that going for you.” Sherria remarked. For once, her praise sounded genuine… for a moment. Snidely, she finished, “Too bad you don’t have much else going for you, huh?”

For whatever reason, Wendy thought she had it in her to perform a kick at that moment. Her leg barely got high enough up to get her a toe tap to the shins before she stumbled back, and fell towards the concrete. Sherria reached forward and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her up to her feet; that was the only reason she didn’t fall yet again.

“Look, this ain’t gonna stop until you concede. I can obviously keep going all night.” Sherria informed her. “Tell me you quit and the pain stops… try to keep going, and I’ll actually start hurting you. Come on now… give up.”

“N-Never...” Wendy meekly grunted.

“Mkay.” Sherria casually replied.

With that, she suddenly launched into a cartwheel, in the process bringing her legs up to Wendy’s head. One after another, her shins slammed into the side of Wendy’s face and sent her staggering to her left.

Sherria was of course bounding that way as well, and kept her from falling by performing a dropkick right into her shoulder. This reversed moment and had her tumbling to the right, and she officially had no idea what was going on anymore.

This left Sherria on the ground, but not for long. She performed a combat roll forward, and using that momentum vaulted up high into the air. She actually leapt high enough from that position to go right over Wendy’s head, and just before she fell to the pavement, Sherria was able to catch her with a blind back kick right between the shoulder blades that saw her beginning to fall forward instead.

Sherria landed in a three point stance and glanced over to see a gap between Wendy’s legs as she tried desperately to balance herself. Sherria dipped between that gap, sliding deftly betwixt her legs and coming out on the other side, before rocketing her lower body up off the ground with enough velocity to send the bottoms of her shoes slamming into Wendy’s chin. This mercifully took her down to the ground.

The wildly powerful and evidently acrobatic Sherria lorded over Wendy, kneeling down and looking into her glazed over eyes. “Give up…?”

“N-Noooo...” she grumbled.

“Yeah, somehow I thought you’d say that.” Sherria nodded, as she grabbed Wendy by the front of her dress and yanked her up to a standing position. When she tried to let go of her, it became clear that at this point she just wasn’t standing up again under any circumstance. So instead, to keep her upright, Sherria dragged her over to the nearest building and shoved her against the wall, letting her lean against it.

As Wendy suffered silently and unknowingly, Sherria took several steps back. The sound of her pounding footsteps jarred Wendy to alertness, just in time to see Sherria leap and spin backwards… she then performed what some called a hip attack, but most would identify it as her aggressively slamming her ass right into Wendy’s cute, but battered face, and her head had nowhere to go as it was pinned to the wall. This was humiliating, not least of which because it actually brought with it some shocking impact.

Wendy slumped to the ground, as clearly defeated as could be whilst Sherria landed before her. With her smile unflinching as ever, she laughed, “Wow, would you call that a butt-whooping? ‘Cause I’d call that a butt-whooping! Hahahahaha! Ahhh… give up yet?”

Tears streamed down her face openly again, but still she whispered, “No...”

At that point, Sherria outright facepalmed. “Man, you must be a masochist or something… I can’t believe you tricked me into beating you up for this long without me realizing it…! Now I just feel silly...”

She smirked at her own dumb joke as she reached down and grabbed Wendy by the hair, roughly pulling her up to her feet yet again.

“Naughty, naughty, naughty...” Sherria chided. “There’s only one thing to do for a naughty girl like you… it’s time to give you a spanking!"

“Wh-wha...” Wendy muttered, but before she could question it, Sherria delivered another debilitating knee to her gut, bending her over her knee again. She then began to lick her hand, once, twice, three times… before rearing it up as high into the air as she could, letting Wendy dread the moment as it slowly sunk in.

With a completely unnecessary amount of force, Sherria indeed spanked her ass once, twice, three times… and then just kept going, gradually speeding up until she was rapidly smacking her backside, each shot coming with a loud sharp crack, and each one sending painful quivers up and down Wendy’s spine. She screamed loudly and cried quite openly as Sherria was relentless in administering her spanking.

She had delivered atleast 30 smacks before she finally unceremoniously tipped Wendy over onto her back, again hitting the pavement. Wendy was practically out of breath by the time she was down, frantically sucking in air… she was just about ready to finally submit, and actually intended on saying so as soon as she had the breath in her lungs, the pain and shame had mounted to being beyond what she was capable of enduring.

But as she took in these deep breaths, the wind picked up again… and she got a certain air in her lungs she never expected. Suddenly… everything changed.

Her pain seemed to subside, her tears drying up… she rose with great ease from the ground this time and Sherria took notice.

Suddenly, Wendy’s blue hair was pink, as were her eyes… a bright shimmering aura began to surround her… she looked at her hands, and realized immediately she had a great newfound strength within them.

“What…? How… how can this be...” Wendy asked herself. “This is… this is impossible…!”

She wasn’t sure how… but she’d entered the legendary state known as Dragon Force, in which the user was said to be as powerful as a dragon themselves. A new power coursed within her…

“Ah… ahaha… ahahahahaha! This is amazing!” she declared, fixing her gaze onto Sherria, a confident smirk finally spreading on her face.

But while Sherria was surprised by this turn of events… her own smile didn’t seem to wane…


To be continued...
 

noche

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What a great story, even if i not that big of fan of fairy tales. Love pretty much all about it, the beating, the humiliation and the verbal abuse where top notch, Sherria is such a bully here! i can get enough of her mocking wendy. I hope just hope Sherria completely destroyed wendy along whit her pride.
Congratulation!
 
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