Disney's Dark Tournament: Round 1 (Patreon)

It was a dark time for the kingdoms of Disney. Something had gone wrong in the world, and the reign of good has slipped away. Maleficent had risen to power, conquering her kingdom with her magic and monsters. Allied armies from Agrabah and Arendelle alike were unable to reclaim it, and even favors of Hercules and Halloween Town were repelled. As the sorceress' powers grew, the kingdoms grew to fear the worst... until they received the invitations delivered in the beaks of ravens. Maleficent had invited all manner of princesses and ladies of the land to attend a celebration at her new kingdom, and holding what she was calling "The Dark Tournament." Any of the invited women could compete and fight each other with whatever weapons or powers they saw fit. The winner would be given a private meeting with Maleficent in person: closer than anyone had gotten to the sorceress queen since she came into power. It was clear to everyone involved that this was possibly their only chance to bring down the mystical tyrant before she found more dark allies and lashed out at the other kingdoms. The princesses all borrowed strength, sought training, and gathered gifts wherever they could, each convinced that they could be the one to stop or slay Maleficent. Of course, that was Maleficent's plan as well. She had seen what princesses could do in this world; often more than kings and queens. She didn't want any wild cards left. She would know her enemies after this tournament, and better yet, perhaps some would eliminate each other for her. The ladies were met at the kingdom's borders and escorted by the assorted imps and goblins to the courtyard of the old king's castle. Maleficent appeared on the far side, gesturing out and smiling. "So good to see all these pretty faces," she welcomed the various scowling women. "I look forward to seeing you all-" Merida raised her bow and shot an arrow straight through Maleficent's head. The illusion rippled like water briefly as she went on. "-in action." She laughed deeply at the angrily disappointed Scottish girl. "I like the fight in this one! But I won't be making it so easy on you ladies. I shall keep my word, but only with the victor of the tournament. You shall each win by defeating your opponent in each round by knock out or their death. Beyond that, you shall only be using what you've brought with you and your surroundings. There will be no fighting outside of your matches or I shall see you... expelled. And please: no musical numbers." With another cackle, Maleficent vanished in a puff of green smoke. A scroll of the starting matches rolled down from an especially long thorn on one of the great black vines. 

Mulan vs Alice

Tiana vs Megara

Elsa vs Jasmine

Aurora vs Tinkerbell

Moana vs Ariel

Snow White vs Belle

Rapunzel vs Cinderella

Pocahontas vs Merida 

The princesses eyed each other as they considered their opponents, but it wasn't a minute later when Alice and Mulan vanished from sight. A large crystal ball appeared in the middle of the courtyard, and the ladies gathered around to see their battle starting. The two had landed in an open valley somewhere in Maleficent's dark lands. Alice had grown up significantly from her early adventures in Wonderland, now a curvy blonde who had picked up every trick and asset she could from the strange lands. She still wore her old white and sky blue dress, making it ride high on her hips and low on her chest. Mulan was in more practical attire, wearing the layered armor from her time in the army. Her time spent in the palace had softened her body up a bit, so her chest still puffed up behind her breastplate. She had brought her staff as well, hoping that she wouldn't have to resort to slaying a fellow princess but willing to cross that line if she needed. With no cue to start them beyond the teleportation, Mulan whirled her staff and charged for Alice. The English blonde scowled back and braced her footing before she vanished from sight. Mulan faltered for a moment before she swung at where she'd seen her last, the staff passing through the empty air. "Funny the things you can learn from cats," Alice's voice taunted from nearby, just before Mulan took a punch to the ribs. She grunted and turned to swipe her staff at the attacker, but Alice knew enough to avoid the Chinese fighter and keep moving. Alice kicked at the Asian's knee, taking her legs out from under her, but she planted her staff in the dirt to prevent her fall by putting her entire weight on it. She tensed the center of her abs and turned sharply, spinning around the staff with her legs outstretched. Alice had nowhere to run to at that point as her sandaled foot smacked the blonde across the face. Alice went down with a grunt as her invisibility faltered. Mulan turned and kicked her in the chest, making the Brit's pale breast wobble as she landed in the grass. Mulan planted a foot firmly on Alice's chest to pin her down. "You are beaten, little girl. I'll make this quick," Mulan said sternly, raising her staff to aim for Alice's head. "Then so shall I." Alice reached into the pocket of her dress and popped a morsel of cake into her mouth. Mulan looked puzzled for a moment before Alice started to grow rapidly, stretching her clothing further as she soon became two stories tall. Mulan was left actually standing on top of Alice's chest with both feet, struggling to keep her balance when the British blonde's hand smacked her to the ground. Alice smirked sadistically and ground her palm down on top of the Chinese fighter, Mulan wincing as her armor soaked up some of the pressure before it started to creak and crack. "Eat me,' bitch," Alice gloated. "I think we can all see who's the little girl now." Mulan managed to wrap her arms around one of Alice's fingers, pulling herself out from the crushing palm and bending the finger sharply. Alice yelped and withdrew her hand as Mulan hurried to get back to her feet, a few chunks of her armor hanging loosely off her cloth undershirt. "I have toppled mountains," Mulan said, even as her chest ached from the crushing pressure put on it. "You'll crumble just as easily." "Why don't you just let the big girls handle this witch problem?" Alice snapped back, throwing a kick at Mulan meant to send her flying. The quicker and better-trained Mulan darted forward, jumping onto Alice's shoe and swinging her staff to smash into her ankle. Alice yelped when her tremendous weight came down on the aching joint, dropping down to one knee to squeeze her ankle. "The best part of a giant opponent is their weak spots are that much easier to see," Mulan snapped. Alice shot a hand out towards her, but Mulan jumped over and kicked off her fingers. She grabbed Alice by the hair (or what fraction of it she could grip) and swung on it with a shout. The leverage managed to throw Alice off enough that she crashed into the ground with a booming thud, knocking loose dirt and pebbles up around her. The blonde giantess tried to push herself back up, just for Mulan to leap onto her back. She slid her staff under her chin and pulled up, getting a sharp gasp from Alice as her breath was cut off by the stick across her windpipe. The English girl found her fingers too oversized to grab the offending weapon, and she was dizzied enough that she could only get back to her stockinged knees before stumbling back to the ground. With a few last coughs, she fell limply to the ground. 

Winner: Mulan 

After another second, there was another puff of smoke as the fighters vanished. Mulan reappeared in the courtyard with the rest while a small and simple painted image of Alice appeared at the base of the crystal ball. "Don't worry about her," Maleficent assured them from her illusory form. "She's being kept safe in my dungeon for now. For the sake of maintaining fair play, of course. Now who's next..." Another puff and Tiana and Megara vanished and reappeared. The two were set on a high plateau on a mountain, storm clouds drifting overhead despite no other sign of rain. The dark-skinned princess had a practical set of clothes on: jean shorts, weighted fingerless gloves, and a tanktop to grant her optimal mobility and the hardest punch she could afford. Unlike some of the princesses, Tiana had grown up working hard, and she wasn't about to stop now. Megara had no powers of her own to speak of, but being a princess by marriage to Hercules came with some very powerful in-laws. By the blessings of Zeus, Ares and their Olympian kin, they had granted her enough raw magic and enchantments to make her near Herculean levels of strong and durable herself. It was clearly a skill vs strength setup for this fight, with Meg not being much of a fighter herself but the only one of the two with superhuman abilities. "Go on back to your chicken shack, kiddo," Meg warned as she rolled one of her shoulders readily. "This ain't some back alley brawl. You're dealing with a real demigod." "Just sounds like you're half a woman to me," Tiana shot back, bringing up her fists in a loose but practiced stance. Both women moved in, eager for the first strike. Tiana  landed a punch to Megara’s jaw, but the semi-goddess practically ignored it with her superhuman endurance. She returned her own cross to Tiana’s head with surprising speed, sending the darker girl tumbling across the rocky ground. Tiana caught her hands on the ground and pushed herself back up as Meg came at her, the Greek throwing a kick for her stomach. The American princess caught Meg by the foot and twisted to drop the demi-deity to the ground. Tiana rose up and locked her leg in a painful submission hold, forcing Megara onto her chest. Meg tried to reach back to grab Tiana, but the frog princess caught her wrist and bent it into an awkward chickenwing behind her back.  “All that muscle won’t do you any good when you don’t know how to use it,” mocked the dark-haired princess as she kept Megara pinned. “How’s THIS for using it?” Meg snarled back, grabbing the ground and ripping out a chunk of rock the size of a large dog. She hurled it over her shoulder hard enough to smash into Tiana and send her tumbling away. She dug her heels into the ground before she could get too close to the plateau's edge while Megara was quick to shake out her arm and charge after the American princess. Meg brought a powerful arm around Tiana’s neck, forcing her head between the sexy Greek’s chest and arm.  Tiana gasped for air and beat on her arms, but the demigoddess had a grip like iron. The scrappy princess finally drove a knee into the back of Meg's,  dropping her to her knees. Tiana was able to slip from the unbalanced grip, gasping for air a moment before she spun and kicked Megara across the face. Her head whipped aside, but turned back quicker than Tiana was counting on. She grabbed Tiana by one of her legs and with unnatural ease, lifted her off the ground and spiked her face-first into the stone. Tiana bounced off with a weary grunt, her nose and lips bleeding from the rough impact. Megara walked after her and grabbed the stunned Southern gal by the throat and lifted her off her feet to squeeze. Meg was certainly among the most cut-throat of the fighters, but even she wasn't counting on Tiana to die. Meg expected her to pass out first, but in the end, it would come down to if Tiana broke first or her neck. "Go down easy, sister," she hissed to Tiana quietly.As she was suspended and a dark red starting to show in her face, Tiana suddenly boxed Megara's ears. The Olympian gave a startled shout and clutched her head from the disorienting move, but Tiana wasted no time. Breathing heavily, she grabbed the Greek by the arm and drove a knee into Megara's crotch. Between the two, she was easily able to slam her to the ground on her chest, mounting her with the arm bent back painfully. Megara came to enough to try to pull her arm free, but Tiana wrapped her legs around her upper arm and pulled at just the right angle to hear a crunching, popping noise. Meg screamed as no matter how much strength and endurance she had, her arm still belonged in her shoulder socket if it was going to move. Tiana moved on, ignoring the screams of agony from Megara as she grabbed the other arm. "NO! No, stop!" Megara wailed, but Maleficent had left no rules for submission (likely to keep the princesses from working together to make this easy on themselves). Tiana braced her knee on the other and pulled back in a precise but brutal hold again, and with the second pop the Greek fighter's eyes rolled back and she passed out from the pain. “Where’s your pantheon now, bitch?” Tiana huffed, spitting some blood onto the ground nearby before they both vanished from their arena. 

Winner: Tiana  

 Elsa and Jasmine appeared in their most memorable attire, if a more exposing cut to Elsa's ice-colored gown. Her sister Anna had insisted on competing, but Elsa convinced her that as the elder sister and the only one of them with magical powers, it was her duty to protect their kingdom. She had mastered her icy magic and come with her game face on, eager for the chance to unleash the arctic power she'd repressed for most of her life. Jasmine wore her standard blue silks, but carried a scimitar and had her own level of magic. She had trained with Aladdin and her guards to be quick and capable, not that she was ever content with lounging around the palace. She had also been imbued with whatever additional power that their Genie could spare, but after his freedom it would be far less than what the other enhanced women would be wielding. She would clearly have to rely on her speed and blade to win this bout. The two had arrived in a swamp, ankle-deep in blackish mud. The ladies quickly overcame their disgust to focus on each other. "You know which one of us is walking away from this one," Elsa boasted, cracking her knuckles so that a few wisps of ice and snowflakes came from her fingers. "Do yourself a favor and go back to your sand trap of a kingdom while you can." Jasmine sneered back at her pale opponent. "I hope the rest of the losers don't mind sharing a chilly cell." Elsa quickly waved her hands as if conducting some great orchestra, and Jasmine knew enough about the stories of Arendelle to leap out of the water and grab onto a rotten tree. The water of the swamp froze over into a solid sheet of ice that would have stuck Jasmine's feet to it if she hadn't been so quick. She drew her large blade and kicked off from the tree, breaking into a speedy sprint towards the ice queen. Elsa gave another wave of her hand and huge icicles burst from the water into Jasmine's path. When Jasmine's muddy slippers failed to stop in time, she sucked up a breath and jumped towards them. She acrobatically slid between two of the shards and catching Elsa by surprise, swept her huge sword at her stomach. Elsa leapt back and summoned her own blade of ice into her hand, but Jasmine's weapon shattered it to pieces. It only managed to slow her swing, and just enough that the tip drew a shallow cut across Elsa's stomach and tore at her clothes instead of gutting her. Jasmine smirked and leveled her blade to point at Ilsa. "You won't be so lucky next time. Perhaps I'll see if it's true what they say about 'a witch's teat." Elsa's eyes flashed with anger. "Ohhhh, Jazz... you should have dressed for colder weather." Elsa thrust out her hands and a burst of wind and snow took Jasmine off her feet. She buried her sword into the ice, stopping herself before she flew too far. The wind flapped and pulled at her clothing, but she braced herself on the handle of her blade to launch herself into Elsa. She tackled her to the ground, grabbing her pale hair and banging Elsa's head against the hard ice below. The sorceress clearly looked rattled from the head shots, but she touched a hand to one of Jasmine's breasts and squeezed. The cold ran right through her chest, nipples hardening instantly as her thin garments froze over and shattered. Jasmine sat up in surprise as she was left topless in the cold, but Elsa grit her teeth and touched the ice at her feet. There was a low, slow cracking noise, but then the ice broke to pieces beneath her opponent. Jasmine hurried to jump from chunk to sinking chunk, but Elsa held out a hand and a long club of ice appeared in her hands. "Time to let you go," she hissed bitterly before she smashed Jasmine right in the stomach with it. The Agrabah royal grunted gracelessly and fell backward into the mud and shattered ice, submerged entirely for a moment before rising caked in the freezing cold mud. "Sorry. Had to say it," Elsa smirked before she clenched a fist. Jasmine was frozen in place as the water and muck froze up to her shoulders, leaving the princess looking more like a rather tasteless ice sculpture of a famous mud wrestler. 

Winner: Elsa  

Aurora and Tinkerbell appeared on the cobblestone streets of a village, now empty and quiet with all of its citizens left evacuated, deep in magical sleep, or worse. Aurora's rage boiled, the famous Sleeping Beauty herself once the rightful princess of his kingdom. She had been freed from her mystical slumber just to be forced to flee the kingdom. The lovely blonde had sought out other sorcerers and learned that so strong was her curse that she had absorbed some of the dark queen's power. She felt it would be enough for her to challenge and defeat the usurping witch.Tinkerbell had done little in particular to prepare. The feisty fairy seemed to be as surprised as anyone to get an invitation, but returned from Neverland to compete all the same. While she had hardly trained, the tiniest fighter was physically stronger than half of the princesses in attendance and the only one able to fly consistently. "I really am starting to grow tired of you fae folk," Aurora growled, remembering the rumors of Maleficent's origins. Tink just gave her a rude gesture in return and twinkled a few choice words in her native tongue. Aurora readied her hands for a spell, but Tinkerbell flew at her like a glowing wasp. She slugged Aurora in the jaw, cutting off her muttered spells on the spot. It stunned Aurora enough that Tink flew around behind her and grabbed two tiny fistfuls of her hair. It was apparently all she needed as her wings fluttered like a humming bird, lifting Aurora off her ground by her hair alone as the princess screamed in pain. With a sudden and furious snarl, dark energy flowed around Aurora's hands and she clenched them into fists. The streets cracked and black, thorny roots shot out of the ground. Tink had to release Aurora and fly to safety, but the roots twisted to chase her around. She darted through the air between thorns the size of her entire body, narrowly evading them until they led her unwittingly back towards Aurora. The princess smacked Tink straight out of the air, bouncing her off a nearby street sign. Tinkerbell landed in a daze, but zipped out of the way when Aurora's foot came smashing down where she had just been laying. Aurora threw a bolt of green flame at the speedy fairy, but she zipped around that as well before circling back. She snapped a thorn off one of the giant vines and dove down at her foe, dragging the deadly-sharp spike straight down. It only left a shallow cut down Aurora's cheek, but she was too caught up with that to notice the blonde fairy cutting clean down the front of her dress. Aurora pulled back just to find her clothes completely sliced off (besides her panties) by the impish fairy's thorn. She gaped in shock, but before Tink could properly ready another attack Aurora gave a sharp wave of her hand. A wall of black force appeared, Tink bouncing off of it like a pane of glass. Aurora kicked the tiny sprite, sending her flying like a golf ball across the stone. She struggled to rise again, but as Aurora raised her foot to stomp her shoe across the tiny fighter, Tinkerbell gave one more desperate dash skyward with her thorn. It rammed right into Aurora's pussy. The taller princess howled in agony, her mind nowhere near casting magic as the sharp and stiff thorn piercing into her crotch. Tinkerbell shot upward again, punching her across the oversized boob once and then grabbing her hair again, this time to hold her steady and rapidly knee her in the face like a miniature MMA fighter. The small but hard blows mixed with her vaginal pain put Aurora out cold, dangling in her tiny hand of her foe before she let the princess drop to the pavement, half-naked and powerless before she bitterly spat a glob of pixie dust onto her. 

Winner: Tinkerbell  

Ariel and Moana appeared on the shore of the kingdom, both seafaring princesses left barefoot in the sand. Ariel had pleaded with her father to lend her the power of the sea, even if she had moved onto the land. Triton gifted her his trident and command over the oceans, but she set to work practicing with it in physical combat as well. She knew others would be wielding magic at the tournament and wouldn't be able to rely entirely on there being water nearby for every fight. She had arrived clad in garb to remember her ancestry, complete with a seashell bra and scale-patterned briefs.Moana was in a strange position among the fighters. She had no powers of her own, but was a capable hunter and survivor in general. The Hawaiian girl still had the favor of the ocean, and in her travels she'd become capable of wielding both a weighted oar and her throwing javelins."You're not on land anymore, fish face," Moana warned her foe, readying her oar. "Maybe not right now, island slut," Ariel hissed back. Moana suddenly changed her grip to fling one of her wooden javelins tied at her skirted hip. Ariel swept her mystical trident through the air to swat it aside, then thrust it at the air. While Moana easily leapt back to avoid its points, the ocean roared as a huge wave rose up above her. Moana let out a quick shout before it crashed down on top of her, leaving Ariel unscathed. She smirked and started to use the sea king's weapon to spiral the waters to keep her trapped inside, but there was a sudden splash as the water sprayed Ariel in the face and spat Moana back onto the beach. The samoan girl spit out a bit of water before boosting herself up on her oar. "Old friend," Moana said plainly, nodding her wet-haired head at the sea. A piece of it rose like a serpent and waved in her direction. Ariel frowned and gestured again with the trident. The water flew at Moana shaped like a fist, but she leapt up and stood on its surface to surf right for Ariel instead. The redhead looked surprised before Moana kicked her in the face while dismounting her oceanic ride. "You wanted to be part of our world, didn't you?" Moana taunted confidently, whirling her oar and sweeping Ariel's legs from under her with one stroke. "Step 1: get used to having feet under you!"Ariel yelped as she landed in the sand, but raised her trident and caught the oar as Moana rammed it for her throat. She kicked a leg up and caught Moana in the belly, the dark-skinned princess grunting and knocked back a pace. Ariel raised the trident and blasted her with a sudden beam of light, launching Moana backward into the water. She landed under the sea as she rubbed her chest, her top burned away by the force of the king of Atlantis' weapon. A nasty-looking burn was apparent on her one breast. She growled quietly and with a quick gesture, she was spat back out of the water again with some help from the sea. Ariel was ready for her, thrusting the triple-pointed spear at her. Moana barely managed to jerk to one side, but Ariel raised it again and blasted her once more with its laser. Moana landed back in the water, this time a burning wound on her arm. "You can't outmaneuver a mermaid in the water!" Ariel boasted to her, watching the water for movement once again to essentially play magical whack-a-mole with her foe. Instead, she saw a brief flash of her dark hair before Moana settled to throw another of her short javelins at her. Ariel yelped and barely dodged it, but another flew right after it and sliced along her thigh. She hissed and fell to one leg, barely ducking her head to avoid yet another missile. She apparently wasn't a match for her in a long range fight, especially with the water for cover. Not one to shy away from it, Ariel thrust out her trident. The waters parted and let her enter, forming a tight circle of land inside for them to face off in. Ariel fired several jets of water from their surrounding "walls," but Moana danced around them before thrusting her oar right into the redhead's stomach. Ariel grunted as the Hawaiian spun around, her oar dragging along the water's edge before smacking Ariel across the face with a loud WHACK! Ariel fell and the trident flew from her hands, reaching for it desperately before Moana's foot stomped down on her wrist. "You shouldn't rely on your weapons so much... or at least have more than one," Moana scolded mockingly. She kicked Ariel in the jaw, knocking her onto her back and kicking her legs apart. "And lesson two: if you think the legs are important, you better watch out for what's between them!" She started to rapidly swing her oar overhead, paddling Ariel's crotch relentlessly. Ariel screamed and flailed, eyes wide with agony until her breathing grew ragged. The pain and breathlessness overcame her as she collapsed, the water closing in around them right before the smoke puffed them to their respective areas.

Winner: Moana   

 Snow White had relatively little to access compared to the other princesses. She went to her dwarven friends and took all that they could offer: the training to make her every bit as tough as the stout little miners and warriors themselves. Like many of the traditional princesses, she had cut her dress into a more practical skirt, showing her toned and solid legs.Belle had spent less time training, opting to hunt down the witch that had disrupted her husband’s life in the past. What had been cursed onto The Beast, she asked to be passed onto herself. It wasn’t a full transformation, but it had awakened her feral side and her hair had grown out wildly. Her golden gown was shortened and shredded, looking as much like a berserker as a princess. The ladies appeared in a large garden, complete with a moss-coated fountain and a hedgemaze in the distance. "Finally broke down, did you?" Snow sneered. "Suppose that much bestiality will do that to you." "Keep talking," Belle grinned wickedly. "You're just making beating you that much more enjoyable." Snow White held the upper hand at first, striking and dodging the snarling, glaring Belle to land glancing punches to her head and shoulders. Belle moved in with a low stance, which surprised Snow when she finally pounced on her. Belle raked her nails across Snow's famously pale skin, drawing rose red lines across the surface. Snow was able to ignore and shrug off the moves at first, blocking and punching back at her, but when she threw an elbow that bloodied Belle's nose and she hardly even seemed to notice in her frenzy, Snow saw how bad of a spot she was in to be pinned by the wild woman. Belle managed to grab both of Snow's wrists, pinning them down while her nails dug into her skin. Snow was able to shrug off the pain with her training, but she couldn't ignore when Belle leaned past her grip and bit into her throat. Snow screamed instinctively as the teeth crushed down on her windpipe, kicking and thrashing as panicked tears formed in her eyes. "Should have stayed in hiding," Belle snarled around her clenching, drooling jaws. "No woodsman to save you now..."Snow gave a weak frantic kicks and knees to Belle's side, but couldn't hold out for long. Blood ran from her neck and over Belle's teeth as her breath was finally blocked enough that Snow collapsed. The once well-read princess released her from her jaws at last, snarling down at her beaten foe with bloody lips. Those still watching (whether yet to fight or freshly healed on their return trip to the courtyard) cringed as Belle seemed to establish her dominance by lifting her scrappy skirts, baring her unshaven crotch and callously urinating on Snow White before they both vanished. Brutality was one thing, but the others tended to give the somehow cleaned and healed up Belle her elbow room when she returned. 

Winner: Belle 

Rapunzel and Cinderella both reappeared in the middle of some long-abandoned path leading through the woods. Rapunzel seemed to have gone through the least changes for the tournament. She’d sought out a witch to restore her golden hair, but it was “only” about 12 feet long. She still roamed barefoot in her skirted pink dress, and carried her trusty frying pan and wore her old pink dress. While everyone seemed to be healed between their matches, she could count on her hair to heal any injuries of her own when she had the time.Cinderella had gone to her Fairy Godmother for assistance. The fairy granted her some of her mystical powers and a little extra strength, as well as an especially tough sky blue skirt and top to go with her glass slippers. "You won't last until midnight," Cinderalla said with a cold glare at her opponent. "Oh yea? You'd be surprised how many pushups you can get done living alone in a tower all your life." Rapunzel readily raised her frying pan like a baseball player while the classic princess grabbed a tree branch, imbuing it with some of the fairy's magic to instantly turn it into a rapier in her hand. Rapunzel looked from it to her frying pan, only to hurl the heavy iron cooking implement. It smacked Cinderella in the hand and sent her weapon flying away with hers. Cinderella cursed and shook out her stinging hand, letting Rapunzel get the drop on her and tackle into her. She pulled some extra length of her hair and wrapped it around Cinderella's neck, pulling in either direction like a makeshift noose. "Not so tough without a weapon, huh, biotch?" Rapunzel taunted, but Cinderella swung a leg up to knee her in the back. The long-haired princess grunted and lose her balance, letting Cinderella bring her leg in between them and kick her glass-coated heel into Rapunzel's chest. She went tumbling back head over heels, her long hair snagging onto a branch to stop her from falling off too far. "Aha!" Rapunzel hopped back to her bare feet, only to see Cinderella stepping out of her own glass shoes. She smashed one to pieces on a nearby stone, picking up the shards quickly but delicately between her fingers. "Uh oh..." Cinderella flung the broken glass in her direction, Rapunzel ducking behind the tree to let them sink into the trunk like throwing knives. Cinderella took off her second shoe and smashed the end of it, wielding it like a broken bottle as she moved in on Rapunzel. "If you're not taking this seriously, then save me the trouble of slicing you open," Cinderella demanded. She lunged and left a slash up Rapunzel's arm as she ducked away. Rapunzel pulled hard on her hair, using it like a lever to bring a thick branch smacking into Cinderella's face. She grunted and clutched her head with her free hand, but grabbed a patch of ivy beneath her as she crouched down low. The vines glimmered a moment before turning into tiny grabbing hands that latched into Rapunzel's dress. The long-haired blonde yelped and jumped up to grab another branch, staying just out of reach as the magical plant-hands pulling at her hair and dress. While Rapunzel tossed her hair up over the branches to keep them out of their reach, Cinderella moved in with her sharp slipper in hand. Rapunzel shrieked and kicked the tree trunk, pushing off like a swing by her length of hair. A few golden strands were cut, but nothing more as they turned to dark hairs as they hit the ground. Rap dodged another slash, but Cinderella met her with a sharp punch to the face. Rapunzel grunted as it sent her flying backward, but she leaned into it to send her sailing all the way around the tree, throwing a double kick into the back of Cinderella's head like a cute, out of control tetherball. With the enchanted princess down, Rapunzel quickly nabbed her pan and smashed it down over her skull. Cinderella fell limp, but Rap gave a few more swings to be sure before she fell back, panting and sweating against the tree. "Bippity boppity booyah, bitch," panted the sassy blonde before they vanished from sight. 

Winner: Rapunzel  

The last fighters of the first round appeared in an open grassy space, a handful of trees marking the ground. A glance in either direction showed it to be the center of the hedge maze, a small grove in its middle with a few stone seats and a sundial as decorum. Pocahontas and Merida had gone through fairly similar preparations. They sought combat and hunting training from their fathers and the best hunters and warriors they could find. They had consulted with their local spirits for what little advice they could provide. The buckskin-clad squaw had emerged a leanly muscled huntress, war paint across her cheeks, lips and body with a spear, bow and dagger on her body. Merida looked a bit softer in her bosom-lifting leather top, bushy red hair, and side-cut dress, but clearly nothing to dismiss with her own longbow. "I hope you understand why I have to defeat you," Pocahontas warned as she drew her own bow. Despite her peaceful nature, she'd set it aside for the greater good of the world and nature, just like many of the princesses. "Ah'll believe it when I see it, lass. Yer fate's been sealed," Merida replied, and quick as the wind she fired off an arrow. Pocahontas rolled out of its path and fired one of her own, just to see Merida's second already on its way. The arrows flew past each other as Pocahontas was just quick enough for it to slice the flesh of her cheek while Merida sidestepped her shot. Seeing she wasn't about to win a shootout, Pocahontas fired off one more shot while she ran for the trees. Merida approached quietly, but the Native American huntress was too sharp to be fooled. When the Scottish princess bolted around the corner, Pocahontas lunged with her spear and knocked it aside. While the darker-skinned woman went for her knife as the bow went away, Merida wasted no time in grabbing the collar of her top and headbutting her to the ground. Pocahontas fell stunned as Merida kicked her in the ribs, but she caught the booted foot and tripped her over. She crawled onto the downed and surprised Scotswoman, throwing swift punches to her face. The blows came hard and fast, but Merida caught one of the arrows from her quiver and jammed the head into Pocahontas' thigh. The huntress shouted in furious pain, Merida grabbing her chest to pull herself up and tearing at the leathery animal hide. Pocahontas' breasts spilled from her top, but she caught Merida's thick hair and mashed her face into the dirt and grass. She spat out a few blades of grass while Pocahontas drew her knife, but Merida surprised her again by kicking back into her belly. Merida rushed at the winded native as Pocahontas slashed wildly with her knife, nicking the Scottish lass' top so that her hefty breasts spilled out as well. Pocahontas stumbled from the arrow in her leg, but when Merida went to capitalize the huntress smashed the butt of her palm into the redhead's nose. Blood shot from her nostrils as she staggered back, the crimson filling in the pale skin between her freckles across her bosom. Both women backed off a moment, Pocahontas snapping the arrow in half and carefully wrenching it from her leg. "I am surprised you are still standing," she observed, nodding at Merida. "You have the fierceness of a bear." "Aye, and you're tougher'n me mum's haggis," Merida praised back (at least it sounded like it). Her eyes darted towards her bow, but it was tangled with the spear to make both useless. She spotted Pocahontas eying them as well, but when their eyes met the native sighed and threw aside her knife, tearing off a piece of her already damaged clothing to tie it around her wounded leg. When she was through with that, she raised her hands in a crude wrestling position. "If ye like," Merida mused with a shrug, raising her fists. "But if I lose this one, ye better be the one to go take on that grand witch o' their’s. No more of this softy mercy stuff." Pocahontas smirked and snorted a small chuckle. "I promise I won't. From here on, I aim to defeat and slay everyone I face." "Then hope you're aim's true, lass... 'cept for now!" Merida came out with a haymaker, but Pocahontas ducked under it. She mashed another hook into Merida's bloody, possibly broken nose, getting a shrill shout before the Scotswoman kicked her in her wounded leg in return. Fresh blood came from both women, but Pocahontas locked her legs around Merida's and dragged her down to the grass. She ended up on the bottom, but caught the redhead in a chokehold. Merida swung her elbows back wildly, kicking and cursing as her face turned red. She reached back far enough to gouge her thumb at Pocahontas' eye, getting her to scream from the pressure. Unable to keep up the hold, Pocahontas released one arm from the choke. Right when Merida tried to rise, the lean brunette caught the arrow-half that had been in her leg and rammed it into Merida's belly. She gagged in surprise as blood stained what was left of her dress, shivering briefly before she collapsed into the grass panting for air. Pocahontas wasn't sure how Maleficent could deal with death, given her control over this world, but in a small mercy, she caught Merida by the throat and squeezed her hardest. The Scotswoman blacked out before she bled to death, or at least it seemed likely enough for Pocahontas to shrug it off. 

Winner: Pocahontas 

"Well well! You've all made it to the second round!" Maleficent gloated through her illusion. "I do appreciate this level of brutality, girls. Very... unladylike. More of that, please. Don’t pull your punches on my account." She laughed boisterously, the eight victors frowning as they eyed her up. They knew that she must take such delight in knowing the dainty and sweet princesses were resorting to such violence for the sake of their own kingdoms, possibly the world. A part of them hoped she enjoyed it, because it would be her last before they took her on and dethroned the madwoman. But that was for later. No genies, no witches, no fairies would be granting their wishes tonight. They would have to beat their hopes and dreams out of each other first. 

Rnd 2:

Elsa vs Tinkerbell

Pocahontas vs Rapunzel

Mulan vs Belle

Tiana vs Moana

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