Fairy Tail: Fairies vs Bandits (conclusion)

(Woooo. Okay, so this project has taken MUCH longer than I thought, but we're finally at the end! In the writing world, any manuscript over 40,000 words is considered a full blown novel. The final word count on this story is 39,390, my longest story to date. Eventually I'm going to go through and edit it all up, tweak it, and post it as one long story. I'll probably even try to sell it standalone, but you guys will get it all for free. Enjoy the ending! I really liked this part!)

On the ground level, the remaining library guards were surrounded but fighting bravely. They stayed in tight groups, forming shield walls, trying to hold the line until the Fairy Tail wizards could come to the rescue. They didn’t know the battle was already over.

In one of the quieter corners, Wendy lay on her stomach, momentarily discarded after Alice had looted her unconscious body. Left in only her white, blue polka dotted panties, her position looked unbearably uncomfortable. One arm was trapped beneath her tummy, the other sprawled to the side, palm up, legs crossed at the ankles, one of her pigtails draped across her face in a way that had to tickle her nose and eyelashes. She made no attempt to adjust herself, still wearing a fretful-dreaming expression with her eyes closed, lips puckered by the way her cheek pressed into the hardwood floor.

Nearby, Alice twirled in front of a piece of broken mirror she’d set against a fallen bookshelf. Wendy’s necklace had been little more than a trinket and her clothes were tattered to rags, but the bandit girl wore as much of it as she could anyway, mixing and matching with her own dress out of sheer obstinance. She had tied the bow tie around her wrist like a bracelet, put the now-sleeveless uniform jacket on her shoulders, pulled Wendy’s leggings on (though she tore them to strings in the process), and kept the little crystal charm necklace hanging over her dress, making sure it could be seen. The other things she couldn’t fit but didn’t want Wendy to have, had been tossed aside.

With half of her curls now hanging loose, herself covered in scrapes and dust, dressed in ragged, mismatched clothing, she looked like a demented doll someone had put together as a joke. Still, she posed, batting her lashes and beaming at her reflection, showing her cute dimples.

“THANK you for the outfit, dragon girl!” she gushed with mocking enthusiasm, “So nice of you!”

The little sorceress twirled again, watching her skirt whirl around. She tilted her head and winked, imagining a crowd of spectators standing stunned at her adorableness.

“It’s so generous, taking off all your clothes, letting everyone see your undies just so I can have this nice present!” Alice preened, “They do look better on me, though. So, maybe that’s why.”

She swayed side to side, grinning into the broken mirror, coy and feigning shyness. She decided she was the prettiest girl in the world, blew a kiss to her imaginary fans, then spun around, marching towards her new pet. Though, she couldn’t help glancing over her shoulder one more time as she strode away.

Pleased with the day’s events, she skipped to the fallen blue-haired girl and looked down at her, hands on her hips. In truth, if she had seen these clothes on the rack or the crystal necklace in a box, she would have passed them over without comment. What interested her was that they belonging to this girl lying on the floor, that she could take them from her. In some ways, it wasn’t clothes or jewelry she liked, but the taking. This girl had been very fun to take things from.

Smiling cheerily, Alice sank down beside the beaten girl, kneeling and leaning over her. She brushed Wendy’s pigtail out of her face, smoothing it down, out of the way.

Even better than taking the clothes was taking this girl herself. Not just an object from someone, but themselves, taking a whole person instead of something from a person. She’d never done that before. And Wendy was cute, innocent, athletic, and capable of putting up a fight. That made the little dragon slayer more valuable to Alice than anything else in the whole library.

She took Wendy’s pigtail at the base, then pulled without gripping, letting the entire, silky length slip through her fingers. The blue hair made the girl more interesting as well, something a little different that made her stand out. She let the last strands of the hair tail slip from her grasp and fall, then took it again just at the scrunchy holding it in place and repeated the process.

“My very own dragon girl,” the little bandit said to herself, “Mine. Mine mine mine. Nobody else’s. Mine forever and ever.”

There was no one to argue.

Alice shivered with excitement.

“I’m going to have such fun, fun, fun with you, cute little dragon baby!” she grinned, leaning closer, “Cuz I can do whatever I want with you! Whatever! I! Want!”

She emphasized the last three words by poking Wendy’s cheek, making a little divot each time. She continued to watch the girl’s sleeping face, waiting, hoping that her new pet would wake up and react. Maybe protest feebly so she could laugh and tell the little wizard again how she beat her and got to keep her.

Instead, Wendy said nothing, still breathing gently through a slack mouth. Alice found this to be just as cute and fun as if she’d woken up. She sighed, staring fondly, then reached down to pinch the girl’s pouted bottom lip.

“Yup,” she said in a softer voice, “All mine.”

She wiggled the squishy little lip, decided she liked how it felt and smoothed her thumb across, pushing it to the side before it popped back. Then her fingers went to Wendy’s cheek, touching, feeling over her jaw, tracing and exploring.

“So soft,” she whispered, “And I can touch you anywhere, all I want…”

Her hand drifted lower, down the slender neck to the shoulders. She smoothed her fingers back and forward there, fascinated by the muscles in Wendy’s shoulder blades and back.

“Not scaly at all for a dragon. Maybe I’ll have to put wings on you. Pretty little blue ones to go with your pretty blue hair.”

As Alice continued to grope and trace the shape of Wendy’s shoulders, Gutride marched through the doors to the central chamber with a bounce in her step.

The dark garbed, violet-eyed summoning sorceress strutted past the battle between the guards and her conventionally armed bandits comrades/underlings with barely a glance. The foot soldiers were Lydia’s concern, she was just here to bring some shock and awe and deal with any enemy wizards that happened to be around. She’d handled that particular matter with satisfying success and now was ready to simply loot and enjoy herself.

She quickly spotted Alice on the far side of the chamber, crouching over another small figure. She turned in that direction; she usually found Alice amusing, regardless of the circumstances.

Before Gutride could even call out a greeting, Alice saw her coming and perked up.

“Gutry, Gutry!” the little blonde cried, waving, “Over here!”

Gutride smirked at the nickname and walked a little bit faster, curious about what the girl was fawning over.

Alice beamed and straightened up from her knees, waiting eagerly for the older girl to see her catch.

“Gutry!” she cried, “Look what I got!”

The little bandit took Wendy by the hair and lifted her head, turning it as far as possible for Gutride to see the profile of her face.

“I beat her!” Alice beamed, “And now I get to keep her! Lydia said so!”

Gutride stopped beside the pair of young girls, hands on her hips. She had to admit, the blue-haired girl was a cutie, fit and almost naked, her panties a bit bunched up, but still tight enough to show they were filled with a round little butt.

“That’s… quite the little blue-haired girl you have there, Alice,” she said, “Where did you find her?”

“In here!” Alice replied, puffing her chest out, “She’s a wizard AND a dragon, but I beat her good! She couldn’t do anything! It was easy!”

To emphasize her toughness, the bandit girl crossed arms and raised her chin, forgetting she was holding Wendy’s head by her hair. When she let go, it thumped to the floor, making Wendy wince even in her sleep.

“Oops!” Alice stroked her apologetically, “Sorry, dragon girl…”

Gutride raised an eyebrow, “A dragon, hm?”

She knelt beside the pair, eyes narrowed speculatively, but wearing a playful grin.

“Are you sure?” she wiggled one of Wendy’s toes, “Looks like just a girl to me.”

Alice frowned at her, “She’s a dragon girl. She said so and then I saw her do dragon things!”

Gutride squinted with supreme skepticism, but grinned broader and tickled the arch of Wendy’s foot.

“I don’t know…” she teased, “I don’t see any claws or scales. No fangs or wings or a tail. Not breathing fire either.”

Seeing the older girl was playing with her, Alice smiled and sat down cross-legged, scooching closer to her new pet.

“She’s an air dragon, so she doesn’t blow fire,” she explained, lifting Wendy’s head, “She had wings and scales when she went into dragon mode, but they went away when I took the dragon seed from inside her tummy.”

Scooching underneath, she lay Wendy’s head in her lap then began coming her fingers through the girl’s hair, grooming her affectionately.

“She had fangs too,” Alice explained, “And her eyes got all dragony. No claws, though. Or a tail.” She frowned, “At least, I didn’t see one.”

The bandit girl pondered that. Her new dragon had gotten a little scaly, had sharper teeth, small wings, but it had all been pretty subtle. Maybe there had been a tail she hadn’t seen, small enough to hide under her skirt. Maybe it was still there.

Leaning, having to stretch out to reach, she managed to get the waistband of Wendy’s panties. Pulling it up, stretching the elastic, she looked inside. There were two pale cheeks, rounded and pressed together, like a creamy heart.

“Nope, no tail,” she let the elastic snap back into place, “Just a bottom.”

Gutride had to fight a laugh, “Well. Aren’t you lucky?”

Alice didn’t respond to that, already busying herself with her plaything. She took Wendy under the arms and turned her onto her back, rolling her over to let her shoulders and rump plop to the floor. Repositioning her grip to uncross her wrists, she then began dragging the girl up and towards her, surprisingly strong for a girl her age.

“Come here…” she grunted, “Dragon baby…”

It was clearly difficult, Wendy being a limp, unhelpful weight, but Alice managed to sit the girl up and scooch her bottom back towards her. The little dragon slayer’s bare legs squeaked across the floor, hands being drug, arms hanging, head nodding onto her chest as she was worked backwards, finally coming to a stop with her back to Alice’s chest.

“So, did you find the siphons?” Gutride asked.

With her pet somewhat how she wanted her, Alice looped one arm around the girl’s chest, then reached down to scoop under one of her legs. Awkwardly, grunting again with effort, she managed to pick Wendy up, one leg lifted while the other drooped to the floor, then set the girl in her lap. Then she leaned down further to scoop under the other leg and turn her sideways, letting Wendy’s cheek rest against her shoulder.

Pleased, Alice wrapped both arms around the limp girl and squeezed lovingly, then relaxed to enjoy the cuddle with a happy sigh.

“Nope,” she finally answered, “Did you?”

Gutride shook her head, “Nowhere to be found. Hmm.”

Alice didn’t share the older girl’s concern. Still hugging the limp girl, she began rocking her like a baby. She pressed a kiss to Wendy’s brow.

“You’re being a very good dragon girl,” she whispered, still rocking her gently, “A very good little napper.”

Gutride crossed her arms, scrunching her lips to one side and looked away, regretful.

“Lydia’s not going to like that,” she mused, “She kept going on about how they were our future and stuff. She’ll probably be in one of her moods when we get back.”

Wendy’s eyelids flinched and she released a sleepy mewl.

“Shhh, baby dragon,” Alice kissed her brow again before turning to Gutride, “Did you find anything at all?”

At that, the scrunch of the older girl’s lips spread, slowly becoming a grin.

“Yes,” she nodded, “Yes, I definitely did.”

She turned her gaze back to the younger bandit, eyes dancing with fun.

Alice brightened.

“Do you want to see?” Gutride asked.

After an eager nod from her sole spectator, Gutride reached into her shirt and withdrew her necklace of jangling keys. She hadn’t converted her latest celestial spirits into demons, but she had made time to add another white key to her collection. She picked through the bunch to find it, a special key, one she’d decorated with a golden L. Once she had it, she plucked it free from the necklace and pointed it at a nearby spot on the floor.

“Open,” she said, “Gate of the booby bomb blonde.”

The white key glowed and a door opened out of nowhere, like reality itself was a mural and the door exposed the world behind it. Beyond was the violet carpet, drapes, and bed of Gutride’s pocket dimension, while framed in the doorway was a curving young woman in pigtails, standing at attention. She stepped through the door, marching stiffly, like a wind-up toy. Once she was through, the door closed behind her and vanished, while she remained standing in place, awaiting an order.

Having seen this same spell numerous times, Alice made no mention of the portal and instead scrutinized the girl who had marched out of it.

Lucy stood with a straight back but was uncharacteristically still, her expression blank, blue eyes unfocused. She was dressed in a string bikini, two tiny triangles of PVC fabric covering her breasts, only a slightly larger one for her bottoms, a thong in back. Her shoulders were held back, pressing her breasts forward even as she stood inert, looking straight ahead and at nothing, disinterested in her surroundings.

Alice looked her up and down.

“You’ve got a lot of girls now,” she commented,  “This one has big boobs.”

Eyeing her latest conquest, Gutride grinned crookedly, then swaggered towards her passive former rival. She liked how the bikini looked on her. It was too dark and morbid for the perky Lucy, not suiting her blonde hair and bright blue eyes. The contrast made it clear Lucy hadn’t chosen the clothes; she was wearing Gutride’s colors now, against her will.

The bandit summoner let her eyes drag up over her slave’s body as she approached, gaze lidded and sultry.

“She’s not just any girl,” Gutride said, “I knew her when I was a little older than you. I’ve wanted her for a long time…”

Alice shrugged, “That’s nice.”

Stepping beside the entranced blonde, Gutride couldn’t help palming a breast and giving it a squeeze.

“I didn’t put my normal spell on her either,” she grinned, “I don’t want this one to be all hazy and dreamy. I want more control than that.”

The villainess patted Lucy on the bottom, hard enough for the little smacks of flesh to be audible. Then she took a few steps back, carefully out of range in case the girl flailed her arms.

“Lucy,” she said, “Break trance.”

Lucy’s eyelashes fluttered. She swayed in place, looking unsteady, then shook her head and blinked, looking around.

“Wh-wha-where?” her eyes widened, hand coming to her face.

She looked up, down, then around again… then another doubletake down. Seeing her state of undress she squawked and hunched over, covering herself. She wasn’t really a stranger to skimpy garments, but suddenly finding herself almost naked in a strange place was a different matter.

“Oooh!” Alice’s eyes brightened, “You woke her up!”

Gutride laughed softly, “And that’s not all I can do…”

Cheeks and nose flushed bright pink, Lucy gaped at Gutride and this other young girl she didn’t recognize.

“Where are my clothes?!” she shrieked, “Who is—what did you do to Wendy!? What’s going on?!”

“Dance for us, Lucy,” Gutride said, ignoring the girl’s questions, “Something sexy. Show off that body of yours.”

At the command, Lucy stiffened, looking startled. Blue eyes blinking, she looked utterly confused for a moment, before her shoulders started to sway. Her hips were next, slowly knocking side to side. Blinking again, she looked down in complete surprise at her body, moving on its own.

“H-hey!” she protested, “What’s—?!”

Before she could finish her question her arms rose up over her head, letting the curves of her breasts, hips, and legs stand alone as they slithered back and forward in a sensual rhythm. She flexed out her chest, her breasts bouncing from the force of the move, stretched her arms high, then slowly turned in place as she swayed.

Alice laughed, delighted.

“Hey, stop!” Lucy’s voice grew shrill as she actively tried to resist the command, “Stoppit! Wait!”

She turned around to show her swaying backside, waving with patient, fluid grace. She stretched a leg up, touching a point at head level with the same ease as she’d lifted her arms. Remarkably flexible and strong, she held herself in that position for a moment, then suddenly let it drop, her upper body following it to leave her bent over, displaying more assets to her spectators.

Surprised by the move, Lucy squealed, looking around helplessly, a prisoner in her own body.

Alice clapped, “She’s a good dancer! Really bendy!”

“She always was,” Gutride agreed, “And check this out: Lucy, cheerleader transform!”

Lucy’s barely present swimwear glowed and spread over her, reforming into a black and purple cheerleader outfit. The skirt was so short that while bent over, both girls could see most of Lucy’s violet panties, the top abbreviated to show her tummy, with a big G printed across the breast.

“You can change her clothes?!” Alice gasped, sitting up straighter.

“Mm hmm,” Gutride grinned, “Lucy, cheer routine!”

On cue, Lucy whirled around and rustled her new pom poms together, then kicked her leg high, flipping her skirt up again. She brought the foot back down and as soon as it touched, she sprang into the air, kicking both legs out into the splits.

“AAGH!” she cried out in surprise as she dropped to the floor, legs spread, “Gutride!

“Come on, Lucy!” Gutride grinned, “You’re doing the moves, but you’re not selling it! Give us a big, cheerleadery smile!”

“No! This is humiliating!” Lucy cried out, waving her pom poms around, “Stop it! Let me… go!”

But even as she said this, she offered a bright, brainless smile.

Gutride played like this for a bit, changing Lucy’s outfits to whatever she liked, making her perform. Cheerleader became cowgirl became hula dancer became schoolgirl, each ensemble having a cute routine and props to go with it. Soon Lucy’s protests became groans, all the dancing leaving her too out of breath to whine.

Gutride didn’t grow tired of it but Alice soon did, seeing the older girl was more intent on pleasing herself than entertaining her. Wendy moaned, her eyelashes fluttering, and the little bandit attended to her, giving her a kiss and rubbing her legs. She was looking around, idly stroking her pet, when she noticed something shiny falling from the top of the tower.

Squinting, unsure if it was just a trick of the light, Alice watched it get bigger as it drew closer and became a person. There was something shiny fluttering from them, metal wings, she saw, being pulled back by gravity as the figure fell.

Alice made out red hair and was just about to comment on it, when whoever it was struck the floor with a crunch of buckling metal.

Startled, she and Gutride jumped.

The force of the impact bounced the figure from the sturdy wooden floor and they turned in mid-air, arms and legs flopping before they landed again and lay still.

Gutride and Alice both stared at the figure, alive judging by the heaving of her chest, but completely still, red hair falling across her face.

Lucy, panting and shining with sweat while doing a floor routine in a gymnast’s leotard, noticed the fallen body. Her eyes widened in horror.

An instant later, Lydia landed beside the crumpled woman, jade wings flaring out to slow her descent. She touched down lightly and drew the wings back in, folding them above her shoulders.

The green knight wore a version of her armor her fellow bandits hadn’t seen before. It hugged over her chest as a bra, then had panels going down her sides attached to metal skirts in an oriental style, short enough to reveal most of her long legs. Both her metal boots and gauntlets were adorned with claws, with a crown set on her brow, tall, scaly wings rising up from her hair. It was a twisted version of Erza’s heaven’s wheel armor, worn in mockery of the vanquished warrior woman.

At her appearance, the fighting between the bandits and guards began to slow. The shouts and clangs of battle trailed off, the two forces backing away from each other, leaving only the sounds of panting and the groans of the wounded. Everyone turned to face the bandit queen, staring at her and the beaten form at her feet.

“Wow…” Alice gasped, her eyes wide.

Her back to her two lieutenants, Lydia’s gaze swept across the small armies, seeming to pierce every man there, friend and foe alike. Chin held high, lip curled in a silent snarl, she glared at them all one by one, waiting until it grew entirely silent. She wanted every eye on her.

No one spoke. No one moved.

Sneering, fiercely pleased, Lydia bent down and grabbed a handful of red hair. Gripping her fallen foe with one hand, the green knight jerked the beaten woman into the air, holding her high, making sure everyone could see.

“Behold!” she roared, “Titania! Queen of the fairies! The mighty scarlet knight! Champion of 100 monsters!”

The soldiers gaped at the sight, still, quiet. Many of them had seen the forbidding Erza Scarlet before and while the girl hanging in Lydia’s grasp was recognizable, she didn’t look like the figure they remembered.

Erza dangled from her own scarlet hair, shoulders drooped, still swinging gently from the force of being picked up. Her legendary armor was crumpled and scuffed, dress torn, one of her shoulder guards broken and dangling from a few strands of black cloth. The wings from her back were bent at odd angles, bladed feathers broken or warped, one entire wing folded almost in half by her fall.

The ones close enough to see her expression were the most struck with awe. The fairy queen’s face had always been smooth and lovely, but threatening and hard, like a beautiful ruby polished with sharp angles. Now her eyes no longer narrowed but relaxed and closed, mouth no longer a tight line but hanging slack. She appeared almost innocent, cheeks still lightly flushed, face soft and sleepy like a little girl who had played herself to exhaustion. The men couldn’t help but notice how pretty the once-frightening Erza Scarlet was underneath her fierce scowl. Even… cute.

“E…Erza…” Lucy whimpered, hanging her head as she continued her dance.

With her triumph proclaimed, Lydia turned her gaze on the library guards. Out of the three guild wizards that had shown up to defend them, it was Erza who had galvanized them into continuing the battle. She had never failed, never been beaten, an unstoppable force that always found more strength to continue the battle. In a way, she was their champion.

What made Lydia unique among bandits, what truly made her a queen, was her ability to move a crowd. She knew how to send a message to masses of men that would bring them to their feet or drive them to the depths of despair. And she was tired of this battle; it was time it ended.

Reaching up, she gripped one of Erza’s wings in her claws. She pulled and the metal groaned in protest as it was stretched, then whined as she twisted. Wrenching and tugging, she bent the broken wing around like she was working the joint loose on a roast chicken. In the same manner, once the metal was weakened enough, she gave a yank and ripped the wing off altogether, with a final squeal of tortured steel.

She tossed the ruined wing aside and it clattered to the floor, so twisted and bent it was barely recognizable as what it had been.

Any hope the guards had left was snuffed out as Lydia repeated the procedure with the other wing. She sank her claws into the metal and tugged, jerking Erza’s limp body around as she worried at it. Already weakened from the impact of the fall, this wing didn’t require much work before the bandit queen was able to rip it free and hold it in the air. She let everyone see the broken wing, holding it high, then slammed it down and stomped on it, the metal buckling under her boot.

The library guards got the message. One by one weapons fell from their hands, first a scattered rattle of wood and steel, then the rest coming in a thunderous clatter, banging and clanging as shields, spears, swords. They wearily raised their hands in submission, heads lowered. There was no point in fighting any longer.

Lydia turned her gaze to her men, her eyes wild and burning. She looked from face to face, chest heaving as her exultation built to a boiling point. When she could no longer contain it, she punched her fist into the air and let out a wordless, primal roar of triumph.

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

Her men thrust their weapons into the air and joined the cry, close to a hundred voices bellowing themselves raw with sheer aggression and battle glory. Their wild eyes matched their queen’s, many of them red in the face, trembling with adrenaline, almost frothing at the mouth.

Lydia drew in a deep breath and cried out again, her men banging swords on their shields, stomping their feet. The explosion of sound filled the library, making teeth buzz, ears ring.

Alice clapped her hands over Wendy’s ears, shielding them as best she could. Gutride winced and stuck her fingers in her own, waiting for the sound to end.

“I hate it when she does this!” the dark-haired summoner called over the din.

Her men worked into a froth, Lydia grinned with satisfaction. These men would fight for her until the end now, trusting that no matter what they would be triumphant. It was something to build upon, maybe the beginnings of her own actual kingdom.

The bandit queen lowered Erza for a moment, looking out over her men, then tossed the beaten woman to the floor. She flopped bonelessly, landing on her face and chest, bouncing like a discarded ragdoll with a thump of flesh and metal.

“We have what we came for, men!” Lydia called out, “It’s time to take what we’ve won and go home!”

The men cheered at this. Lydia waited for their applause to a fade a bit before speaking again.

“But first,” she pointed a clawed finger at Erza, “Strip this wretch! I want her alive and NAKED, hoisted on a pole! She will lead the way as our banner for the journey to our fortress!”

This time the bandit’s cheer was broken as many of them burst forward, racing to get to the defeated Erza first. They came in a rush, pushing and shoving, clambering over each other, then fell upon her like starving men on a feast.

The first man to reach her immediately began trying to pry one of her pauldrons loose with his bare hands, but he was shoved aside an instant later as the rest appeared. They wrenched at the armor on her ribs, dug their fingers into the waistline of her dress, while others tugged at her skirts or gauntlets.

Soon, the defenseless Titania was being pulled in several directions. Several of them grabbed a boot and began tugging one way while others grabbed a gauntlet and pulled in the opposite direction, still others ripping her dress, tearing clumps of it away and exposing her bare legs. One of them managed to rip the loosened pauldron from her shoulder then hugged it to his chest and scurried away, protecting his trophy from the others.

The bandits snarled at each other and fought like jackals. One group managed to yank a gauntlet off, then immediately began a tug of war over it, each man trying to claim it for themselves. The number of men tearing at Erza’s dress reduced it to rags, tearing it free of the armored waist then pulling it apart as they fought over it. But even despite these men stepping aside to fight for their souvenirs, the clambering and scuffling over the beaten woman never diminished, others pouncing on the scraps or just to touch the once-unbeatable Titania.

Arms crossed beneath her breasts, Lydia watched the feeding frenzy like a proud mother. If any of them tried to stick a blade into her or cut something off, she would immediately step in, but so far none of them did anything that might go against her orders. That was good. It meant that even at their most savage and competitive, they feared her and respected her to a man.

Once the gauntlets and boots had come off, the men discovered the rest of the armor was too well-made and sharp to just pull away with bare hands. Thus they began to work together, a few of them pulling Erza upright and draping her between them while others worked to find catches and straps. They unbuckled the girdle of her dress, jerking her hips around in their fervor, then yanked it free. The black underwear beneath was handled with much less care; several hands grabbed it and pulled the silky fabric apart, ripping it to strings in seconds.

With the scarlet knight stripped almost bare, the men’s tone became jovial and mocking. Among them were several of the men she’d beaten in the hallway, their courage soaring from the vulnerability her nudity lent her. One man pulled her head up by her hair and laughed in her face while another gave her bared backside angry smacks with the flat of his sword, quickly turning the pale moons a rosy pink.

“Scarlet?! I’ll give you scarlet, your majesty!” he laughed, “Hey, bend her over! Let’s make her highness’ hiney match her hair!”

“Not yet!” a larger bandit pushed his way in, “First, let’s see those titties, boys! She’s been holding out on us!”

The muscular bandit stepped close, spitting on his gloved hands for luck. He rubbed his palms together, flexed his fingers, then grabbed the front of her bustier.

“Hold her still!” he cried.

Then he leaned back and began to pull with all his might.

The men holding her cried out in alarm as the unconscious Erza was almost yanked out of their arms by the man’s brute strength. They stumbled and the muscular bandit roared at them in frustration, drawing laughter from the onlookers. After collecting themselves, the small team tried again, the large man pulling in one direction while the others anchored her in place.

At first, the armored bra stretched, squeezing Erza’s breasts together until they bulged out the top, but the metal showed no sign of give. Onlookers laughed and cheered, telling them they couldn’t do it or egging them on. Erza’s chest flexed outwards, bowing her, the muscular bandit grunting and turning red in the face, while the ones holding her scrambled to keep from losing their balance.

Then something broke. The metal bra snapped outwards, suddenly barely covering her bosom. This drew cheers of excitement as the onlookers saw the garment couldn’t take the strain. They even began to chant.

“Rip it off! Rip it off! Rip it off!”

The large bandit gritted his teeth, redoubling his efforts, his back and arms flexing, and one by one the metal bands keeping the garment in place broke free. They snapped with the sound of plinking guitar strings, each their own high-pitched musical note. When the last one gave, the garment was suddenly ripped away, the black padding beneath torn loose instantly. Erza’s round, pale breasts bounced free.

The men cheered and both sides of the little tug-o-war staggered backwards at the abrupt end of the game. The brutish bandit stumbled with a gasp but caught his balance, grinning with satisfaction. With a laugh, he thrust his trophy in the air, the metal bra broken but still shaped to fit Erza’s ample bosom, shreds of black fabric dangling pitifully.

As men approached with ropes and equipment to hoist Erza onto a plank, Lydia strode towards her lieutenants, grinning with cold satisfaction. She shared a quick look with the pair, her eyes dancing with glee, then turned back around when she was shoulder to shoulder with Gutride, mingling but still watching the show.

“The best loot is already in the wagons, we’ll be on our way soon,” she said without turning, “Thank you for handling the other two girls. It made my fight with Erza MUCH more satisfying.”

“Oh,” Gutride did a little curtsy, “It was my pleasure.”

She glanced over her shoulder at Lucy, who was still throwing up her pleated skirt and kicking to perform the can-can, but shining with sweat and rasping in haggard breaths, the dance clumsy with exhaustion.

“Oh, you can stop now, Lucy.” Gutride flapped her hand dismissively.

The blonde girl immediately collapsed to her knees with a gasp, breasts heaving beneath the tied-off blouse of her schoolgirl outfit.

While several men held Erza upright and began looping ropes around your waist, several more rolled over a wooden cart with a strange appendage set in the center. It was a thick wooden pole, standing seven feet tall with a cross bar at the top, like it was meant to hold a sail. The men pulling it stopped close to where the others were working on Erza and clambered into the cart, taking position behind the “mast”.

“I think this may be our most successful raid yet.” Lydia beamed.

Men dragged Erza to the cart, her heels scraping across the floor. With a few ropes fitted around her waist, they tossed the loose ends up and over the cross post. The men inside the cart took the ropes and pulled hand over hand, just like sailors raising a sail. In a way, they were doing just that; the sail was Erza, who was quickly hoisted up to the top post, upper body slumped forward and hanging.

“We… um… heh…” Gutride winced at Alice, “Couldn’t find the Siphons.”

Lydia didn’t even take her eyes off the men’s work, watching them climb up to place Erza’s arms on the cross beams then tie them in place with more rope.

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” the bandit queen grinned, “Our future is well secure now.”

The men looped more ropes around Erza’s chest, above and below her breasts to support her. Also, having the pleasant side effect of squeezing the ripe bulbs, framing them on her chest.

A panel of living armor on Lydia’s skirt slithered aside to reveal the three Siphons in rounded pockets the queen had formed for them. The grooves in the stones were already starting to shine with hints violet energy, coming to life in proximity to their mistress’s dark power.

The men pulled the ropes until they creaked, making sure the queen of fairies was going nowhere. She was left in a crucifix, properly supported so she wouldn’t suffocate, but displayed all the same, head nodded forward, legs dangling.

One of the bandits managed to clamber up to the cross post, then hung off with one arm and squeezed one of the defenseless warrior’s breasts with the other hand. He looked at the others, waggling his eyebrows. They laughed, but started throwing things at him so they could continue their work.

“Yes, this was definitely our most successful raid so far,” Lydia grinned, “But I have a feeling the next one is going to be even bigger…”

* * *

Months after the legendary raid on the Great Magic Library of Fiore, Queen Lydia Jade sat in her new throne, watching her favorite slave and waiting for her regents to arrive to counsel.

The bandit fortress had been dilapidated and empty when Lydia had found it. Since that day, she and her men had built it up, added what furnishings they could to make it habitable, but the vast structure had remained hollow, full of echoes and cobwebs. Now, since the aforementioned raid, it was filled to bursting and decorated as lavishly as any palace.

A lavish, blue crystal chandelier now hung from the ceiling of Lydia’s throne room, the walls covered with the trophies she could now afford to mount. Bits of armor or weapons from fallen warriors were hung next to the heads of wyverns, scorpicores, beholders, and even a frost giant. Anything that wasn’t a trophy was an exotic treasure she’d decided to keep, set on tables that ringed the large room. The once-stark chamber now glittered and shined with opulence, like a show room of rich loot.

Dressed in slave attire, a white loin cloth with a halter bikini to cup her breasts, Erza quietly made her way from item to item, giving them each a good polish with a cloth. The fortress had many slave girls now, their very presence helping to swell Lydia’s ranks, but Erza was marked as different from the others. Her loin cloth was held in place with strings of gold tied at her hips, likewise her bra laced with the golden threads, on their own worth a good deal of money, but what really stood out was the collar on her neck. Lydia had fashioned a gold collar with her name raised off the shining metal in looping letters and fixed the biggest lime green jewel she could find in the center. It was both decoration and a message to the men: property of the queen, do not touch.

Lydia liked to give Erza small, menial jobs to do, nothing back breaking and always where she could see. Something about the great Titania meekly scrubbing her floors or setting her table or polishing her trinkets was immensely satisfying to watch.

Erza worked diligently, head bowed, eyes soft and listless with a distant, ever-present sadness. Even if her spirit, the well spring of her magic, hadn’t been perforated by the sword of darkness, she wouldn’t be able to use magic. After the Siphons of Hedrick had been activated, no one could use magic within a 100-mile radius of the fortress. No one except Lydia and her lieutenants.

When the doors to the chamber opened, Erza kept at her work. It was no mystery who had come calling.

“Okay, the tail is obvious. Those little things are supposed to be scales and claws. But what about those?”

“They’re dragon ears! They go on her head like a dragon’s!”

Alice and Gutride had entered the room, bickering playfully per usual.

Today Gutride had chosen an outfit that was more violet than black, snug tights with a V neck top, so one could see her key necklace dangling on her cleavage. Alice was wearing her red dress, but with a shining helm that barely fit her and gauntlets that were much too large.

With the girls were naturally their own personal slaves.

Lucy was dressed in violet bike shorts and a black bikini top, her blonde hair dyed violet. She followed behind her mistress with her head hung sadly, arms stacked full of rolled up parchment.

Wendy, led on a leash by Alice, was the topic of their conversation. She was completely naked, except for a few costume items that did nothing to protect her modesty. A belt was tied around her waist with an alligator tail on the back, gloves adorned with blue flakes worn on her hands, with fake nails glued on the fingers like claws. Her chest was partially painted blue, but apparently Alice had gotten bored and given up on it, and on her head was a pair of costume cat ears, painted blue to match everything else.

“Dragon’s ears are on top of their head? And triangular?”

“Yes! Everybody knows that!”

“They do, huh?”

“Mm hmm! Besides, baby dragon told me so!”

Lydia leaned back in her seat and waited for her lieutenants to approach her throne, smiling to herself. The fortress had many, many slave girls now, but these three were by far the most fun. Gutride and Alice hadn’t tired of theirs any more than Lydia had tired of Erza. In fact, the appeal only seemed to grow as they found new and more interesting things to do with the former guild wizards.

The doors banged shut of their own accord, magically automated and sealed to keep any sound from getting out. Almost at the same, Gutride and Alice reached Lydia’s throne and stopped, smiling up at her.

“Hi, Queen Lydia! I’m a dragon tamer!” Alice explained her outfit, “Wag your tail and roar, dragon!”

Wendy, slumped and blushing pink, sighed before obeying. She stuck her rump out, then waved it side to side, making the rubber tail flap.

“Rarr…” she clawed the air lazily, then let her arms drop.

Despite her slave’s obvious lack of enthusiasm, Alice was delighted. She squealed and wrapped Wendy up in a hug, squeezing her tight. The gauntlets fell off in her haste and she ignored them.

“She’s just the cutest baby dragon!” the little bandit gave her pet another squeeze, before saying quieter, “And I like when you wag your tail cuz it shows your little bottom off. I like your bottom.”

Wendy swallowed as Alice’s hand smoothed over her bare rump. The little bandit nuzzled and pressed a kiss to her cheek, continuing to whisper to her, soothe her.

The little dragon slayer sighed and found herself smiling. Despite how humiliating it was, she yearned for these moments of affection. She even found herself trying to earn them.

Lydia and Gutride watched the two younger girls for a moment, then turned back to each other. Alice needed to be here to hear the plan, but it was really the pair of them that would be hashing it out.

“Do the maps gives us what we need?” Lydia asked.

“All of them together, maybe,” Gutride guided Lucy forward by her arm, “It’s still pretty vague, but I think we can make a plan on the Fiore royal palace pretty easily. Plus, we’ve had some people that have been inside.”

She took the bundle of maps from Lucy, then set them on a nearby table. Her arm slipped around the girl’s waist as she did, seemingly innocent at first. Then she turned back and the arm guided Lucy closer, a crooked grin spreading on her lips.

“Thank you, Lu Lu-chan…” she whispered, leaning in.

She captured Lucy’s mouth in a kiss, lips clasping and sucking.

Lucy moaned and melted into it, her knees going weak. She’d been well trained by her mistress over the past few months. She couldn’t resist these sort of attentions from Gutride, and in fact had become somewhat addicted to them. Relaxing, closing her eyes, she let her former rival have all of her that she wanted, her breasts heaving with excitement.

Galvanized by her slave’s utter submission, Gutride growled and deepened the kiss, shoving her tongue deep and squeezing Lucy against her body. Her hand smoothed up the girl’s tummy and snuck under her bikini, smoothing over a plucky nipple and clasping the whole orb, squeezing possessively. She worked it around as her tongue worked, molding, pinching, driving her helpless slave to whimpers and gasps.

This went on for several seconds, Gutride occupied with Lucy while Alice continued to cuddle and whisper to Wendy, making the little girl squirm and blush deeper. They were in their own little worlds, forgetting everything else around them, or even that they had an audience.

Lydia cleared her throat.

“Ladies, we need to put the toys away for now,” she said, “Slaves? Go to the corner and wait. Kneeling and handcuff position, please.”

Gutride and Alice broke from their pets with reluctance and repeated the order, sending the Fairy Tail girls to the corner to wait.

While the bandit queen and her regents gathered around the table to go over maps, Erza, Lucy, and Wendy gathered in the corner like they had been told, settling shoulder to shoulder, then kneeled down. They crossed their wrists behind their backs and lowered their heads, not speaking to each other, not even looking at each other. Together they created a leveling effect, Erza tallest, Lucy in the middle, then Wendy the shortest, a set of three perfect slaves, waiting like they were told.

They obeyed partly out of fear. At first it had been entirely fear, sheer intimidation in the face of the three women that had beaten them so soundly. Now there was something else to it. Submission. A desire to please and receive the affection such acts would bestow upon them.

Erza Scarlet, Lucy Heartfilia, and Wendy Marvell all felt slightly guilty that they’d surrendered in this way. They each thought the other two must be miserable, being humiliated and forced to serve, and that their surrender had been a betrayal. But even so, it didn’t stop them from giving in to their mistress’s wishes, even trying to anticipate them and appease them.

They’d found a new home outside of Fairy Tail. They belonged here now. As they knelt, each of them took solace in the fact and smiled faintly. They never wanted to leave.