Nerd Fight - Felicity Smoak v Caitlin Snow
“Going Down?” asked Caitlin rather impatiently.
The young, beautiful brunette, dressed in a rather fetching black sequin short dress, which showed off her legs. She’d bought it specially for the party to celebrate the engagement of Dinah Drake and Oliver Queen. She'd had enough of the party, that fucking nametag she'd been given, 'Killer Frost'. No, she was Caitlin Snow.
Cait...lin...fucking...Snow.
All anybody wanted to know about was that homicidal hitch-hiker she shared her brain with. She wanted to get out.
It was a fancy, spacious elevator. What did you expect? It was Oliver Queen’s. The entire structure was encased in glass panels, showcasing the glittering lights of Star City. But one problem was that it wasn’t moving, and some blonde woman in a short red dress was just standing there. Not pressing any buttons, just standing there like a fucking zombie.
Was this stupid blonde going to use the fucking elevator or just stand there like a stupid skank?
“Yes”, replied the blonde-haired Felicity Smoak, barely holding in the tears. She'd torn off the oh-so-cute arrow and canary nametag all the guests had been given with the name 'Felicity Smoke' fucking bullshit! Like Caitlin, she had bought a short, red spaghetti-strapped dress specially for the occasion, had her hair done. She wanted to show Oliver she wished him well, that she was not crying inside because he had chosen that blonde whore instead of her.
She thought she could hold it together. But watching the engagement party. She couldn’t…That bleached blonde tart was everything she wasn’t: athletic, a super-heroine, massive tits. She had fantasised about marching over to that bitch and ripping that fucking blonde wig off, but she knew that with all her fancy fight training, she could beat seven shades of shit out of her with just her little finger. She was helpless.
She stepped into the elevator, to get away and to get some peace and quiet, to think. That was until Miss-Impatient-I'm-in-a-hurry shattered her contemplation.
Felicity pressed the button, and they both stared out of the glass elevator as it moved down the hundred and four floors of Oliver Queen Tower, pointedly not talking to each other. They watched the pretty twinkling lights of Star City below them.
THUMP!
The elevator stopped, and both women rocked on their feet. Both women spoke simultaneously.
"What the...", said Felicity.
"Looks like we're stuck", said Caitlin.
"But not for long". Felicity confidently strode over to the elevator control panel, handbag in hand. Searching through the handbag, she found her terminal screwdriver. With practised ease, she unscrewed the front panel.
"It's usually the flux capacitor", she announced.
"I don't think..." objected Caitlin, but Felicity wasn't listening.
"All we need to do is reverse the polarity..."
Pop!
Felicity jumped as a spark shot from the panel.
"Told ya...", Caitlin smirked.
"...It's not the flux capacitor, it's the servo drive". (Dork!).
"I've repaired loads of 741 units, and it's not the servo drive". Felicity pointed out.
(Don't fucking tell me how to repair a lift, you dumb shit!). "Yeah, but it's a 555".
(Have you not got eyes in your head?) "I think you'll find it's a 741.
(Numb-nuts!). "No, it's a 555".
(Obviously not). "I know about these things".
(You're really getting on my tits! Dumbfuck)Caitlin looked at the still-smoking unit.
"Well, obviously you don't".
(Dumbfuck!)She walked over to Felicity, snatching the screwdriver out of her hand. She pushed Felicity out of the way as she peered inside the electronics of the smoking panel.
"Let's see how badly you fucked this..."
“…mmmm…”
"...No wonder Oliver replaced you with a better-looking and probably smarter model".
With that last insult, Felicity snapped.
The events of this evening...
...getting stuck in this elevator with this dumbfuck…
...the tone of the bitch’s voice...
...That was the last straw.
With an inhuman screech, Felicity grabbed the deep brown hair of that skank who had turned her back on her. Swinging her into the glass elevator wall, giving her no time to put her hands out, Caitlin's face crashed into the glass wall of the elevator with a thud.
Stunned by the impact, Caitlin slowly turned, touching her nose, and she saw that her fingers were bloody. She felt angry, but she also felt excited...
She had never been part of the crime fighting; that had always been the men or Killer Frost. She was always the one sitting in the office. She knew who Felicity Smoak was; she was on Team Arrow. A fellow nerd. She wasn't a meta, no superpowers. She didn't know why she attacked her, but she was sure she could teach her a lesson. An intoxicating mix of fear and anticipation welled up inside her. She would show them she could fight. She would show this blonde skank; she would show them all.
With almost a whoop of joy, Caitlin shouted out.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?..."
"...you're gonna leave this lift in a body bag..."
"...Bitch..."
This was not the language she normally used. But she felt so uninhibited, alive.
The battle of the nerds was so on.
The elevator would be their battlefield. The only witnesses were the twinkling lights of Star City below.
With a growl, putting her body behind it, Caitlin slapped Felicity in the face. It sounded like thunder in the confined space of the elevator. Felicity’s head fell back, glasses and spittle flying to the floor.
”Don’t you know you shouldn’t hit a lady with glasses?”. Felicity was unconcerned. She didn't need perfect vision to deal a beating to this bitch.
“Lady?...” Caitlin scoffed.
“…more like cun-“
She never finished the word as Felicity’s blow speared her in the stomach. Doubling over in pain, Caitlin gagged up the Canapés she had just eaten at the party. Snorting with amusement, as the digested contents of Caitlin's stomach splattered on the floor. Felicity swung an almighty slap at the brunette, aiming to knock her head off. She missed and started spinning around. Then she felt Caitlin’s kick to her arse. She slammed into the glass walls of the elevator.
Determinedly, Caitlin lowered her head and charged into Felicity's stomach, slamming her into the glass walls. Felicity's lungs exploded as she was impaled on Caitlin's head. Her hands came down and she furiously pulled at Caitlin's dress, pulling it over her head, trapping her arms, firing slaps into her back and knees into her head.
Trying to escape the beating and unable to see. Caitlin pushed back at her foe. Grabbing Felicity's dress, she ripped it open down the front, giving indisputable proof that Felicity wasn't wearing a bra. Her own dress was pulled off her as she moved away from the beating; she backed into the wall of the elevator.
Facing her opponent on the opposite wall of the lift, Felicity waved the dress at her. She fought back. Good. It made it sweeter when she smashed her face in. Smirking, she dramatically threw the dress to the floor.
"Cheap shit, like you!"
Removing her stilettos, she stamped on it, then kicked it out of the way. In answer, Caitlin removed her high-heeled shoes for better movement. Now she was down to her bra and brief black panties, but she didn't care.
They stood frozen, their faces reddened and heavily breathing. Glaring at each other.
"Saggy...
"...titted..."
"...bitch!" Felicity mocked between breaths.
"At least..."
"...I have some..."
"...whore!" Caitlin snapped back through breaths. She cupped her breasts, laughing at Felicity's sweat-covered, modest breasts fully bared with her torn dress hanging in tatters.
Then glared for a moment. Then, with a snarl, they attacked. One hand in the other's hair, the other hand slapping. Felicity was slapped in the face as she slapped Caitlin's breasts. Hitting them with enough force to smack them out of the bra.
As they spun around, their legs furiously tangling, Caitlin tried to stamp on Felicity's feet.
Felicity moved her feet out of the way and managed to get her legs behind Caitlin's. Then she pushed. Caitlin fell to the floor. Grinning, Felicity belly-flopped on top of Caitlin's stomach. Caitlin groaned in pain. Rearing back, Felicity slapped Caitlin's face with her right hand. Caitlin grabbed Felicity's hair and pulled her off. Then she rose and pulled Felicity up by the hair into a hard slap. Blindly, Felicity grabbed a tit and pulled. Caitlin squealed as she wrapped her arms around Felicity's waist and flung her into the wall. Felicity bounced off the wall and then.
"SLAP!"
The brunette's face snapped to the side as Felicity rebounded, firing a stinging right-handed slap to her face.
The blonde's left hand snapped her head the other way. Caitlin stumbled. She fell to the floor, and Felicity was on top, banging her head into the floor and launching wild slaps to the face.
"It looks like you're losing a catfight...". She heard Killer Frost's voice in her head.
"...would you like me to help?"
"NO!" Caitlin shouted in her mind. She was sick of the psycho taking over in times of trouble. She would finish this bitch herself.
"Okay, it's not my ass that's gonna get kicked". Killer Frost added petulantly.
Catlin reached up with her hands, grabbing Felicity by the head, swinging her into the glass wall of the elevator. Felicity slapped again, and Caitlin banged her head harder. Felicity's fingers lashed out for Caitlin's eyes as she bashed the blonde’s head into the wall with even more force. This is bulletproof glass, she thought. Her head's gonna break before the glass does. As Felicity tried to gouge out Caitlin's eyeballs. Caitlin hysterically banged Felicity's head against the wall. Blood was starting to flow from Felicity's forehead, the flesh swelling around the bruise.
The head bashing was taking effect. Felicity’s attacks on her eyes grew weaker. Caitlin scrambled with her legs and launched Felicity into the wall of the elevator with a kick to her head. Giving her no time to recover, she grabbed the back of Felicity's hair and swung her into the middle of the lift.
Felicity landed, kneeling on the floor. With a smack, Caitlin landed on her back. Grabbing her hair, Caitlin started rubbing Felicity’s head into the remains of the puked-up canapés.
"Eat it bitch!” she screamed.
Felicity had to fight back her gag reflex as her face was pushed into the still-warm vomit. The smell was turning her stomach. Congealed chunks stuck to her hair. Desperate to escape. Felicity thrust up with her legs, slamming Caitlin into the glass walls. As Felicity moved in, Caitlin slammed Felicity's face-first into the glass wall of the elevator, making it quake. Felicity cried out as her tits were forcibly compressed.
"Let's let everyone have a good look at you," Caitlin said as she continued to push the blonde up against the window. "I want the whole world to see your pimple tits!"
"Let go!" Felicity howled. She winced as Caitlin gave her a shake back and forth, dragging her chest across the cold glass pane. Her pancaked, sweaty breasts squeaked. Felicity hated the humiliation of being on show in such a fashion, even if no one could see her. She hated the way the bitch was getting turned on by this as she felt her nipples boring into her back. Most of all, though, she hated being helpless.
Caitlin started slamming fists into Felicity’s bare back, trying to find the bitch’s kidneys, that magic, crippling blow.
Suddenly, Felicity's backhand crashed into her face. Caitlin hit the wall. Felicity grabbed her legs and pulled.
Caitlin landed on the floor with her ass, painfully.
"Gotcha!" Felicity crowed as she jumped on top of Caitlin. Caitlin groaned but grabbed Felicity's hair, and they rolled across the floor, biting, gouging, and slapping as they went. Neither woman had been in a fight before, but they were smart women, determined to find new ways to cause the other pain.
They rolled into the walls of the elevator, and Felicity was on top. She grabbed Caitlin's breasts in her hands, pulling them taut, lifting her off the floor and then slammed her down by her tits, savagely compressing them while she gouged and twisted the flesh. Caitlin reached up for Felicity’s face, pulling at her lips, twisting them so she had the mockery of a smile. Slam after slam, Felicity continued, pulling the breasts taut and then compressing them as she slammed her foe into the floor, until Caitlin's eyes seemed to glaze and her grip on Felicity’s mouth seemed to loosen.
At last, releasing the other girl's tits, Felicity slid forward and flattened herself out over the brunette.
“Wanna see these titties up close? After all those nasty things you said about them”, she was not giving her a choice.
She pressed her chest down onto Caitlin's face, rocking her tits from side to side, smacking her in the face. Her hard nipples grazing against Catlin's cheek and poked into her eyes. Caitlin, tired of being embarrassed, gave a feral snarl. The next time Felicity's breasts came near her mouth, she bit down hard. Screaming, Felicity reared back, but all she did was pull Caitlin up with her. Her bite stretched the titflesh to its limits. Then Caitlin started to chew. Drops of blood started to appear around her teeth. Felicity screamed in terror. Seizing her advantage, Caitlin pushed her to the floor.
As she lay sobbing on the floor, cradling her damaged tits. Caitlin threw her legs around Felicity's waist and squeezed. Felicity cried out in pain, her hands slapping the floor. Caitlin yanked Felicity's head back by the hair and then squeezed with her legs. But both women's sweaty, blood-slick bodies made it hard for Caitlin to keep a grip.
Slowly, Felicity began to slip away, struggling towards freedom. Pulling herself with her hands, inch by painful inch, Caitlin tried to stop her. She pulled at the dress. It slowly ripped. Caitlin pulsed her legs, the muscles standing out like cords. While keeping her grip on Felicity's hair, her other hand pulling at the back of Felicity's dress, which ripped in slow motion as Felicity crawled to freedom. Eventually, the dress ripped in half, leaving her down to her underwear.
Caitlin smiled as she saw the pants.
Granny pants.
“Looks like some skank knew she wasn’t gonna get laid tonight!”.
Caitlin tried to say it without giggling. She failed, and with a whoop of joy, started spanking Felicity’s panty-covered buttocks. Felicity groaned. Then, spitefully, she reached for the pants, pulling them down around Felicity’s knees, leaving her buttocks bare as Caitlin smacked harder, alternating hands, the sound ringing around the elevator as Felicity moaned in pain and embarrassment, her buttocks turning an angry shade of red. But still, Felicity was inching towards freedom.
In a last-ditch attempt to stop Felicity and in a fit of pique, Caitlin reached between Felicity’s legs, her hand taking a firm grasp of the lush pubic hair and yanking. Felicity screamed.
“I’m gonna give you a free Brazilian! Slut”, Caitlin hissed into Felicity’s ear.
She reached in again. Felicity’s body stiffened as she felt the pain shoot through her body, feeling her hair torn out by the roots. But she would not stop her crawl to freedom; she was picturing the revenge she was gonna inflict on that dirty slut when she got free.
Finally, she managed to extract herself, leaving the pants and a fistful of pubic hair in Caitlin's hands. Naked, she staggered away, stumbling, catching herself with her hands. Laughing, Caitlin twirled the pants above her head as she disdainfully tossed away the pubic hair she was holding as a trophy on the floor of the elevator. Felicity hit the walls of the elevator, holding her red and angry crotch, trying to soothe the pain away. She was now naked and fuming.
As Caitlin came towards her, she lunged at the brunette, grabbing her by the panties and swinging her into the wall. Caitlin’s tits took the impact with a splat. Thinking what goes around, comes around, Felicity grabbed the back of Caitlin's panties and pulled up hard. Catlin screamed as the material dug into her sensitive flesh.
Desperate to stop the white-hot agony, Caitlin raised her leg forward and pushed back against the wall, with all her might. Propelling both women into the opposite wall. Felicity's back slammed into the wall, and she groaned as she was crushed between the glass and Caitlin, who started throwing her elbows back into Felicity's stomach. As she bent over in agony, Caitlin pulled her by the hair, dashing her head into the wall.
Felicity turned and swung a right hook at Caitlin, who moved her head back. The punch sailed harmlessly past her. The left hook, however, clocked her hard, and she staggered.
Plotting her revenge, she formed her right hand into a fist, just like Barry Allen had shown her. She was gonna knock the Bitch's head off. She swung with all her remaining strength. Felicity’s eyes went wide as she saw the approaching fist targeting her head. The fist that would end her. Thinking quickly, she ducked and watched in slow motion as the fist sailed past her and hit the wall with an almighty thump. Caitlin screamed. Felicity hissed in satisfaction. The bitch had just made the mistake that would cost her the fight; now it was up to her to finish it.
Felicity pinned Caitlin’s hands against the glass wall, slamming her injured hand against the glass panel. Caitlin gave a croak of pain. Felicity spread her arms apart. Then, kicking her legs, she spread them open, getting her in position, with Caitlin’s crotch open and vulnerable before her.
For a second, they stared at each other, eye to eye. Caitlin stared into Felicity's face. With her hair a sweaty mess. Her face covered in sweat, bruises, cuts, the blood dripped from her nose and lip. She was having difficulty getting air into her lungs. Yet still her face was smiling.
"You're fucked, bitch!"
Caitlin stared into those eyes. She knew what was coming, and she couldn’t stop it. She was finished; she’d lost. There was no mercy coming. She awaited her fate. This was going to hurt, but it would be nothing to the pain of listening to Killer Frost detail how she would have saved her.
“Do it”, she whispered.
Felicity fired a knee into her crotch. Bone smashing against bone. Felicity hissed in glee as Caitlin gasped in pain.
Putting her hands around Caitlin's head, holding her in place. Felicity launched knee after sickening knee, trying to pound that crotch to pudding, with all the spite and venom that she had in her.
"That's for my twat!"
Thud! Caitlin's body jerked up in the air. She tried to say something, but her mouth just opened and closed.
"It was a 741!"
Thud! The air wheezed slowly out of Caitlin's lungs.
"This is for my tits!".
Thud! Caitlin's body juddered at the impact. Her legs buckled.
"This is for being a bitch.!"
Thud! Felicity was no longer holding Caitlin down; she was keeping her up.
Caitlin’s eyes were open, but just barely, with a faraway look in them. Drool flowed down her face. Felicity knew she was destroying herself, but she didn’t stop. She just kept hammering. She did not stop until Caitlin was delirious with pain.
Stopping her assault, she slapped Caitlin’s head with the finishing blow. It cracked loudly in the elevator, the brunette's head knocked sideways. Spit, blood and hair flying, in a vivid picture of violence.
Moaning incoherently, Caitlin slid down the elevator walls, her sweaty naked body squeaking as she fell, leaving a trail of sweat down the glass walls, going in and out of consciousness.
Felicity looked down, revelling in her victory. She felt so hot, so horny. There was no one around. Now to seal her victory.
Felicity straddled her in a schoolgirl pin and inched her way along her unconscious body, her skin tingling in anticipation.
Carefully, she applied her naked crotch to Caitlin's face, positioning her nose so it fit snugly inside her. It felt good, not as good as Oliver would have, but it would do.
She started slowly at first, rubbing almost gently. As the excitement built up, her movements became faster and faster, her thrusts harder and harder. Her body tensed as the sensations grew, the excitement building. She groaned. She moved faster, faster, gasping, moaning. She could feel the peak coming closer.
“FUCKINGHELL!”
Her senses exploded. She culminated in a thunderous orgasm, her body arched in ecstasy. She screamed in delight. The sound echoed around the elevator and could probably be heard at the party. Losing control, she squeezed her thighs tighter together, sending the newly recovering Caitlin back into the depths of unconsciousness. She didn't even notice.
She lost track of time as she sat on top of Caitlin's unconscious body. Exhausted, panting, exulting in her victory.
Just then, there was a judder. It startled her out of her reverie as the lift finally resumed its descent as if nothing had happened. She reached the ground floor, and the doors dinged and then opened. And Felicity was confronted with a cheering crowd.
Felicity strode proudly out, absently kicking Caitin’s unconscious body. She was naked, and blood leaked from her breasts, but she didn’t care. She walked out of the elevator in a heady cloud of victory and orgasm.
“You okay?” Felicity turned to see Oliver. There was a look of concern on his face.
“I’ll live”, Felicity smiled.
“I won!” Her grin widened through cut lips, showing off her red-stained teeth.
“I know…” he said.
“…You’re the toughest nerd in Star City”, he held her close and kissed her head tenderly.
Dinah, the Black Canary, heard a voice over her hidden mic.
“How did it go?” Oracle, her resident computer wizard, asked.
“Oh, your bit with the elevator and Zee's spell worked like a charm...”.
She had known what Felicity thought about her and her feelings for Oliver, and so had arranged for her to have the shit beaten out of her as her little engagement present. It had been easy enough to set up, get Oracle to hack into the computer system and stop the lift. Get Zatanna, Zee, to cast an aggression spell on the nametags. Heh, the advantages of being in Birds of Prey and the JSA.
She could have done it herself, but that would have made her look like a bully, not a good look in front of her beloved. So, a fellow nerd who shares a body with a stone-cold killer, perfect. Sit back and enjoy the fireworks. Unfortunately, Ms. Snow decided to fight herself instead of letting Killer Frost step in.
ThatwaswhyIfuckingpickedyou, you stupid dweb! And she had seriously underestimated what a bitch Felicity truly was.
“...unfortunately, our girl got creamed…”
As she spoke, a barely conscious, babbling Caitlin was being carried by Clark from the elevator. Zee was going to have to do some serious magic healing on both of them later.
Dinah frowned as she watched Oliver comfort the battered Felicity. Not the ending she wanted, but this was not the end.
“…maybe next time”
