A shorter story based on the series Wednesday, it takes place during a scene from the first episode so you shouldn’t be too lost even if you haven’t watched it.

Important note: it is not a casual world, there were some similar customs in the past, and there are still some traces, but it slowly fade away before the time of the show.

It’s been a while since I watched the scene and I wanted to add my own style so it’s not 100% loyal to the original scene ^^”
hope you’ll like it anyway

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Wednesday quickened her pace with her cold determination on her way to her fencing class. She would teach those people that she wasn’t going to do whatever they wanted. With her black fencing suit covering from neck to toes, she impressed everyone through the corridors.

She pushed the door open to show herself standing straight her sword and helmet under her arm. And they clearly noticed her. She arrived in the middle of a duel. The students couldn’t choose where to look. But when her grand entrance was done, they focused back onto the duel. It was Bianca, that mermaid thing, the queen bee bitch of the school, fighting a nobody.

The nobody shown no hope of winning, he tried to counter Bianca’s strikes who toyed with him. She launched obvious blows that he could deflect easily, but never let him a chance to breath, she cornered him almost yawning. In the end, she lightly poked his suit to get the point.

Bianca the bitch went straight to chatting with her friends, mocking both the novice and wednesday just because she was a newcomer. But she had her own plan. “Bianca, do you only attack the smallest fishes? Then I get why you are undefeated here.” Bianca enraged on the spot, but kept her composure. “I prey on every fish. Want a demonstration?” She replied.

A smirk would have formed on Wednesday’s face if she wasn’t so stern. “If you offer one. How about a duel?…” She explained. “Of course. Now get ready quickly. I am busy.” Bianca cut. “I wasn’t done. I challenge you to a duel under the law of Outcasts, so with my specific rules. First no training swords, we’ll use sharps and fight to first blood. Second, no protections, we’ll fight bare.” Bianca couldn’t believe what she just heard. Fighting with real swords was already a big ask, but that weirdo wanted them to fight naked?! In front of everyone?! She lost her damn mind!!

The crowd around them let out long ‘Ho!’s and chatted, not sure if this was real. But Wednesday kept going. “And third, the looser will have to become the winner’s food.” The whispers around them became a dozen time louder and numerous. Bianca was thoroughly shocked in front of wednesday who maintained her straight face. “You can’t be serious!! fighting naked! Becoming food!? Where the hell do you come from?!” Wednesday did not bulge. “Those are rules supported by Nevermore, they come from our traditions. And from where I’m from those are the common rules. You either refuse and bear the shame, or accept and become seafood.” She explained calmly.

Bianca clearly didn’t want to be naked in from of everyone there, and Wednesday wasn’t bluffing. On the other hand, she couldn’t show her power, and the idea of killing this weirdo was most pleasant. “If that’s your challenge I accept it.” She said, restraining herself from rage. In a split second, Wednesday unzipped her suit and took it off fully, to reveal her completely naked body underneath. She didn’t care at all about the numerous eyes glued to her bubble ass and fairly-sized boobs. She already took her fencing stance, ready to fight.

Her opponent was at a lose for words, paralysed by what she just saw. “Hurry.” Wednesday simply said. Bianca hesitantly and awkwardly stripped down herself. Under her own fencing suit she wore her everyday clothes, that she had to take off one by one, while everyone looked past the naked girl straight to her. First her shoes, and accessories, her top, showing her black silk bra, then her skirst, leaving her in her underwear, in front of her naked opponent. It took her lots of efforts to unbutton her bra. Her boobs, smaller then Wednesday but still of reasonable size, spilled free the moment she took it off. Finally her panties, the dark pink fabric hugged her fat ass in a way that forced her to remove it in fits and starts, slowly revealing her whole ass as well as her firm pussy.

Bianca’s discarded clothes formed a heap beside her. She tried to forget the many eyes staring at her, and focus on her just as naked opponent. She hated her face, impassible to all of this. She would kill her.

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I should post the ending tomorrow ;)
I wasn't kidding when I said short story ^^