Pidge (Part 2) (Patreon)

It was a few hours ago that Pidge realized a truth that set her free. Pidge was stronger than Lance. Not by a little bit, but by an amazing amount. An amount that was actually hard for Pidge to properly quantify. Pidge had to lay out the facts after she had beaten up Lance so easily. First, she was a girl which meant on average she would be weaker than a man of equal size. Next, Lance was bigger than her, which meant he should be far stronger on her based on size. Given they work out just as much as each other, with Lance probably working out MORE than her, he should be fitter and stronger than her. All logical points. What was also logical, was the evidence of Pidge being stronger. Pidge having just easily beat and dominated Lance like he was a drum and she was the drummer. Pidge was extremely glad of what she did, but Pidge still felt like she could go more.

That what just happened with Lance was just the start of something amazing. Pidge looked at the beaten and messed up Lance who laid on the ground, and grabbed him by his shoulders. Pidge lifted Lance in the air and laid him against the wall. Lance was struggling to stay away but Pidge easily woke him up with a light slap to his jaw. Well, light for him. Lance almost felt like his jaw exploded from the clap against his jaw. Lance was dazed and hurt, unaware of what was going on beyond the intense pain, and the realization of why he was in such pain. Pidge was doing this to him. Little weak Pidge, who he had gotten to bullying for a while. Did she let him bully her all this time just to lead to a well deserved punishment, or did she just happen to find out that she was the actual strong one among the two. It didn’t really matter to Lance, as he now knew he was the doomed weaker one in the clash of bully vs victim. Lance was already shaking his knees, both from pain and fear.

Pain from the strikes against him, and Pidge continuing on the onslaught of what was going on to him. Not that Pidge rather cared about his fear, instead smirking as she held the groggy but awake Lance.

“Oh Lance, do you want the bullying to stop? You want to be top dog again? Well I’ll give you a chance. Your one and only chance, so don’t try to screw it up. Hit me as hard as you can… three times. I won’t block it or counter it, I’ll just let you try. I’ll even give you a hint. I’m sensitive… down there.”

When Pidge let go of Lance, he was certain it was a trap. A deadly trap meant to ensnare him and ruin him. Lance didn’t care, he now had the opportunity to attack Pidge without any worry on his end. Perhaps he could get lucky and do some real damage to her before she could stop him. Lance backed away from Pidge, and for a moment she thought he was going to run. Oh Lance did burst into a sprint, but not away from her, but towards her. Lance had hoped that if he just struck as hard and humanely fast as he could, even Pidge would be affected. With a rather perfect soccer kick, Lance struck the naked Pidge right between her legs with all the force his leg could muster. Immense pain followed immediately. Lance let out a scream and dropped to the ground, holding his bruised foot. It looked like it might have broken after he just kicked her. Lance was in a bit of agony, and looked at exactly where he kicked. Her pussy, and it looked so soft. It didn’t look like it could do any damage if YOU attacked it. The agony Lance was feeling was being replaced by another emotion.

Determination. If he let this stop him, Pidge was going to hold this over his head for the rest of their lives as she bullied him. If he hurt her, and hurt her bad, not only would he have a secret weapon against her in case she tried to bully him, it would save his own self pride. To know he wasn’t just beaten like that. Lance still had a move left up his sleeve, and it was a dangerous one. He once took down a full grown Galra warrior when he did it just right, and he didn’t even aim it at the Galra’s junk. Lance got on his hands as he laid down on the ground, and pulled back his legs as much as he could. Like a springboard, Lance kicked Pidge’s vagina as hard as he could with all his leg muscles. His feet did no damage to Pidge’s pussy. The one who screamed in agony was Lance, who felt like both of his feet broke. Lance’s legs dropped to the ground and as he felt useless, Lance looked around for anything. Just any kind of weapon that could save him.

It was when he looked under Pidge’s bed that he, in his desperation, moved as quickly as he could to make her pay. All reason left Lance as he took the weapon that Pidge kept under her bed and aimed it right at her crotch. A gun. Pidge didn’t even see it coming, as Lance let loose on the trigger, firing every bullet he had in the gun. The gun nearly exploded as dozens of energy blasts hit Pidge’s crotch… and Pidge actually felt it. But not the fact her body would now burst in flame from the energy blasts, but her body being electrified by the stimulation. This was a hundred times better than any pathetic vibrator. Lance fired everything that the gun could muster, before it finally ran out of energy after several minutes of repeated fire. The gun was ice cold in his hand, as Lance cowered in terror. He knew that Pidge was angry at him and going to squash him for shooting her, and when Pidge grabbed him by his neck and hoisted him up with just one hand, he knew he was doomed… until Pidge spoke.

“Do that again with something bigger… and you’ll live.”

Pidge said that, with a little warped smile on her face, and breathing hard from stimulation. Lance suddenly knew he was going to have to use an arsenal on her. Not to protect himself… but just to keep her too happy to not space him. Not that Pidge minded… the bigger the better!