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Bring Me the Head of Peter Pan

"Bring me the head of Peter Pan!" the old war chief roared, his voice echoing with enough fury to ensure his daughter, Tiger Lily, would hear it.

The chief’s words were meant for the warriors gathered around him, but his anger was a deliberate arrow aimed at his only child. His face, perpetually hardened with years of bitterness, contorted further in rage, the lines deepening on his middle-aged features.

"Why? He hasn't made war on us! Why do you want his head?" Tiger Lily demanded, stepping forward with the boldness that had always been her hallmark.

"He has made war on me! And you're the reason!" the chief spat, his voice heavy with venom.

"You mean because I like him?" she challenged, her dark eyes narrowing.

"Yes! Exactly that!" he bellowed, his words striking like thunder.

"Father, I'm nineteen! I can make my own decisions!" Tiger Lily countered, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and defiance.

"Go! Get out of my sight, daughter, or it will be your stubborn head I take!" the chief thundered, his fury boiling over.

Tiger Lily’s heart ached as she looked at her father, his eyes now refusing to meet hers. She held back the tears threatening to spill, her pride refusing to yield, and stormed out of the council meeting.

"Screw you, Dad," she muttered under her breath as she stepped into the dim light of the stormy day.

The sky was a canvas of dark clouds, and the rumble of thunder echoed overhead. Tiger Lily glanced upward just as a fat raindrop splashed directly into her right eye.

"Yeowch!" she exclaimed, wiping at the sting.

At five-foot-four and athletic, her powerful frame propelled her swiftly toward her best friend Twilight’s lodge. She doubted she’d make it before the rain drenched her black dress and moccasin boots. By the time she arrived, the heavens had fully opened, leaving her soaked to the skin.

Inside, the lodge radiated warmth from a roaring fire. Twilight was mid-workout, her body arched in a bridge, her long dark hair brushing the fur rugs covering the floor. An inch taller than Tiger Lily but weighing the same, Twilight shared her friend’s striking beauty and athletic build. The two had grown up together, their bond forged through countless adventures and rivalries.

Twilight’s legs were spread wide in a deep stretch, her muscles taut and glistening in the firelight. She ignored Tiger Lily’s entrance, focused instead on the precise rhythm of her exercises.

Tiger Lily watched her friend with a sly smile, shaking droplets from her soaked hair. She knew Twilight was preparing for their daily wrestling match. Tiger Lily had been on a winning streak for a week, and it was clear Twilight was determined to end it.

"I need to borrow some clothes," Tiger Lily said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, go ahead. Help yourself," Twilight replied, her voice steady despite the strain of her workout.

Tiger Lily rummaged through Twilight’s clothing bags, selecting a set of thin, tight leggings and a snug shirt. Once changed, the two women looked almost like twins, their toned bodies mirroring each other save for subtle differences in their features.

Tiger Lily stepped closer, her confidence radiating. "So, are you going to be a challenge today, or do you just want to keep lying on your back while I sit on your face?" she teased, her tone dripping with playful dominance.

Twilight smirked, refusing to break her bridge. "Whatever," she replied, her defiance evident.

With a sudden, fluid motion, Tiger Lily pounced. Her body collided with Twilight’s, pinning her friend beneath her with a resounding smack. Tiger Lily’s weight pressed down, her firm thighs locking Twilight’s head in place as she settled into a reverse face-sitting pin.

Twilight gasped, her struggles muted under Tiger Lily’s control. The dominant princess laced her feet together, adding a vice-like scissor hold to her advantage. She leaned forward, grasping Twilight’s wrists and pinning them to the floor.

"Give up, Twilight! I always win!" Tiger Lily laughed, her voice laced with both triumph and affection.

Twilight’s muffled protests were lost beneath the pressure of Tiger Lily’s shapely curves. Her body strained, her legs rising into another bridge attempt, but Tiger Lily’s weight and leverage were unyielding.

"You like it down there, don’t you?" Tiger Lily teased, releasing Twilight’s wrists to spread her balance wider. She shifted her hips, intensifying the smothering hold as Twilight’s struggles grew weaker.

The heat of their bodies mixed with the scent of rain still clinging to Tiger Lily’s damp hair. Twilight’s chest heaved as she fought for air, her strength fading under the unrelenting pressure.

Before her friend could tap out, Tiger Lily eased up, standing gracefully while keeping Twilight’s head trapped between her bare feet. She looked down, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Ready to start again?" she asked, her tone a blend of challenge and invitation.

Twilight gasped, her face flushed but her spirit unbroken. The storm outside raged on, but within the warmth of the lodge, another kind of tempest brewed between the two friends.

"That wasn't fair!" exclaimed Twilight as she caught her breath, her cheeks flushed with both exertion and indignation.

"I know. Sorry about that," Tiger Lily replied softly, her voice tinged with genuine regret.

Tiger Lily’s anger at her father had seeped into her actions, and now guilt weighed on her. She had lashed out unfairly at her best friend, venting her frustration from a fight she couldn’t win. Peter Pan was her ally, yet her father’s blind rage had left her feeling helpless. Twilight didn’t deserve to bear the brunt of her emotions.

Twilight sat up, brushing her damp hair from her face, her dark eyes narrowing with resolve. "Okay! Your turn to be under me! We'll be even, and then we can start fresh. Lay down, Tiger Lily!"

Tiger Lily hesitated, her pride stung by the thought of willingly submitting. But she knew Twilight was right. Sighing deeply, she sank to her knees, the soft fur rug brushing against her skin.

"Lay down," Twilight commanded, her voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

Reluctantly, Tiger Lily reclined onto the rug, her long hair fanning out beneath her. Before she could brace herself, Twilight moved swiftly, standing over her with an assertive grin. With a calculated drop, Twilight let her full weight fall onto Tiger Lily’s chest, her knees pinning down Tiger Lily’s arms.

"Ughhh!" groaned Tiger Lily as Twilight’s weight pressed heavily against her, pinning her completely. She felt the dominance radiating from her friend as Twilight inched forward, her toned thighs framing Tiger Lily’s head. The close proximity made Tiger Lily’s breath hitch, her face nearly beneath Twilight’s pelvis.

Twilight smirked, enjoying the power shift as she adjusted herself into a firm schoolgirl pin. "Ready to feel what it’s like?" she teased, her voice dripping with playful malice.

Before Tiger Lily could respond, Twilight shifted forward and planted herself firmly on Tiger Lily’s face, her weight pressing down with unrelenting dominance.

"Mmmph!" Tiger Lily’s muffled protests were cut off as Twilight’s thighs tightened around her, locking her in place. The sensation of her friend’s body above her was overwhelming, the heat and pressure leaving no room for escape. She tried to twist her head free, but Twilight’s strong hands gripped her wrists, keeping her pinned.

"Gasp!" Tiger Lily struggled for air, her chest rising and falling as she fought against the smothering hold. Each breath was a battle, her senses consumed by the weight and warmth of Twilight’s body.

Twilight laughed, her confidence growing with every futile struggle. "Come on, Tiger! Can’t breathe? Poor baby!" she taunted, her voice a mix of mockery and delight.

Tiger Lily’s attempts to buck Twilight off grew weaker, her energy fading with the lack of oxygen. Twilight, sensing her advantage, began to shift her hips in a slow, deliberate motion. The movement sent a humiliating wave of heat through Tiger Lily as Twilight’s body pressed even closer. Twilight’s smirk widened as she felt the subtle vibrations of Tiger Lily’s muffled gasps beneath her.

"You’re not getting out of this," Twilight murmured, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction. She leaned forward slightly, her thighs flexing to maintain control, and began grinding her hips lightly against Tiger Lily’s face.

The sensation of Twilight’s heated body pressing into her own was both overwhelming and disorienting. Tiger Lily’s struggles turned into weak squirms as her strength waned. Her mind was clouded, the dominance of her friend’s actions leaving her feeling both powerless and humiliated.

Twilight’s wicked grin deepened as she looked down at her helpless opponent. "Had enough yet?" she asked, though she knew Tiger Lily couldn’t answer. Her friend’s face was completely engulfed, her breaths reduced to faint, labored gasps.

Finally, Twilight shifted her weight, lifting herself slightly off Tiger Lily’s face. The cool air rushed in, allowing Tiger Lily to gulp down much-needed breaths. But Twilight wasn’t done. Remaining in her dominant schoolgirl pin, she leaned down, her dark eyes locking with Tiger Lily’s.

"Are we even now?" Tiger Lily asked, her voice hoarse from the smothering.

Twilight’s response was a sly, sadistic smile. "Not quite," she said, her voice low and teasing. Without warning, she brought her sharp nails down, gently dragging them along Tiger Lily’s exposed sides before playfully gouging at her friend’s ribs.

"Arghhhh!" Tiger Lily cried out, her body jerking beneath Twilight.

Twilight laughed, the sound filled with a mix of joy and dominance. "Oh, we’re only getting started," she purred, shifting her hips once more and settling back onto Tiger Lily’s face with renewed vigor.

The dynamic between them shifted again, but this time, it was clear Twilight had no intention of letting Tiger Lily up anytime soon.

As she changed her mind, Twilight’s voice was smug as she stood up, a satisfied grin stretching across her face. “Maybe you’ve had enough... for now. Here, I’ll let you breathe again, you sneak-attacking bitch.”

Tiger Lily gasped sharply as soon as Twilight lifted herself, finally able to suck in the air her body craved. Her chest rose and fell as she blinked, regaining her bearings. The damp warmth of Twilight’s skin still lingered on her face, an undeniable reminder of her friend's earlier dominance.

“You like that, huh?” Twilight taunted, stepping back with deliberate slowness. Her dark eyes glinted with playful malice. “Guess you’re not as tough as you thought.”

“Gasp…” Tiger Lily’s voice was ragged as she propped herself up on her elbows. She glared at Twilight, her pride stinging more than her lungs. “You were on my face twice as long as I had your ugly one between my ass cheeks, bitch!”

Twilight feigned innocence, her tone light and teasing. “Okay, take it easy. No need for the B-word. Maybe I was up there twice as long. Guess that makes me twice as good as you.”

Tiger Lily groaned, brushing damp strands of hair from her flushed face. “Twice as good? We’ll see about that later. Right now, I’m starving. What’s for breakfast?”

After eating, the tension between them softened, though their competitive energy never fully dissipated. They lay near the fire pit, the warmth licking at their skin. Tiger Lily stretched her feet toward the flames, letting the heat dry the lingering sweat from their earlier struggle. Her heels glistened, and a faint shine formed between her toes, drawing Twilight’s gaze.

“You know,” Tiger Lily said, her voice soft and teasing, “before we wrestle later, I’m going to make sure these feet are nice and sweaty. Then I’ll smother your face in them until you’re begging for mercy.”

Twilight smirked, unbothered. “Not if I use these first.” She cupped her large breasts, giving them a playful squeeze. “Your ugly mug won’t stand a chance.”

Tiger Lily laughed, shaking her head. “I’ll take you down with these,” she said, massaging her foot with exaggerated slowness. The two women shared a smile, their banter laced with an unspoken challenge.

Their laughter turned to a quiet companionship as Twilight pulled a blanket over herself, preparing to rest. Tiger Lily remained by the fire, her legs crossed as she stared into the flickering flames. But the peace was short-lived.

Twilight moved silently, slipping out from beneath her blanket. On her hands and knees, she crept toward Tiger Lily, her movements slow and deliberate. Before Tiger Lily realized what was happening, Twilight’s weight pressed down on her chest, and she was pinned. Tiger Lily’s eyes widened as Twilight’s large, warm breasts smothered her face.

“Gasp!” Tiger Lily struggled, twisting beneath Twilight’s body, but her wrists were already caught in Twilight’s iron grip. Twilight’s nails dug into her skin, a sharp reminder of her control.

“This is for sneaking up on me earlier, bitch,” Twilight hissed, her tone laced with triumph. Her breath was hot against Tiger Lily’s ear as she pressed down harder, ensuring her dominance. The musky warmth of Twilight’s lightly sweated skin enveloped Tiger Lily’s senses, and every breath became a struggle.

Tiger Lily’s body arched, muscles straining as she tried to bridge out of the smothering hold. The rug beneath her offered no help, and Twilight’s leverage kept her firmly in place. A light sheen of sweat coated both women as they grappled, their athletic bodies locked in an intense struggle.

Twilight’s laughter broke the tension. “Come on, Tiger. Can’t breathe? Poor baby. You’re as weak as Peter.”

Tiger Lily’s muffled protests were lost beneath Twilight’s breasts. Her face grew hotter, the lack of oxygen sapping her strength. Twilight’s smirk widened as she sensed her friend’s resistance faltering. She shifted, sitting upright and pulling Tiger Lily’s face firmly between her thighs. Twilight’s grip on Tiger Lily’s wrists tightened as she pressed her weight down.

“Give up,” Twilight taunted, her voice low and commanding. “Tap out, or I’ll keep you under me all day.”

Tiger Lily’s hands slapped weakly against Twilight’s thighs in submission. Twilight relished the victory, flexing her arms in a triumphant pose while remaining seated on Tiger Lily’s face. She felt the defeated woman’s shallow breaths beneath her, each one a reminder of her power.

The moment was interrupted by a shrill voice. “Wow, Twilight, you’ve been on Tiger Lily’s face so long it’s like you’re role-playing! Wendy, doesn’t it look like they’re into some weird smothering fetish?”

Twilight leaped off Tiger Lily, both women scrambling to their knees as they turned to face Peter Pan and Wendy. Peter’s wide grin and Wendy’s raised eyebrows were enough to make them flush with embarrassment.

Tiger Lily shot a glare at Twilight, who could barely contain her laughter. The sight of Peter’s customary little hard-on broke the tension entirely, and the two women burst into laughter, their rivalry momentarily forgotten in the absurdity of the situation.