Beat the Ninja Girl 7
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Miss Prim's television appearance has a sudden challenge -- she must face Kimiko, the champion of "Beat the Ninja Girl"!
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“It doesn’t seem like anyone from Japan is impressed by my skills!” Miss Prim says.
“Oh, I’m sure you have your friends among the otaku and those who prefer the blonde bimbo over the perfect Japanese form!”
“Let me guess, you’re her hype girl, not just an analyst?”
The analyst smirks and responds, “I am many things, Miss Prim… now, shall we provide the challenged with her weapon?”
Two attendants, geisha by their dress and their makeup, step up towards both the analyst and Miss Prim. Each of them holds a rapier sword. Miss Prim takes her weapon, inspecting it and then looking at Miss Jones with a raised eyebrow.
The Headmistress chuckles and nods. “I told you to dress comfortably, dear.”
Miss Prim rolls her eyes, slipping out of her heels. She also unbuttons her jacket, rolling it off so she is in her white blouse and skirt. Cheers come from the crowd as she poses for them with a triumphant thrust to the sky.
The analyst, meanwhile, takes the other blade, holding it up and examining it. “This is the blade that Kimiko has chosen. It is quite the weapon, indeed. It screams with the souls of all it has conquered, but it also calls for revenge."
“What?” Miss Prim says, hand on her hip. “Is that the gladiatrix’s rapier? I thought they melt those weapons down for scrap once they become carpet fodder.”
The analyst smirks. “No, Miss Prim… this is the blade of your departed rival, Roberta.”
Miss Prim’s eyes widen at that announcement, her grip tightening, her teeth clenching. “W… what? She dares…?”
“She does…” the analyst says.
“Then tell your ‘champion’ to show herself. You can’t just steal a fallen swordswoman’s weapon like that!”
The analyst rolls her neck and flicks her finger at the back of her dress. Fabric rolls down her body, showing off her lean, toned form underneath. Beneath the dress, she wears nothing and is completely naked, keeping only her high heel shoes. The nude Asian woman has the athletic, hard bodied physique of a fitness model, and sports a thick bush of pubic hair between her shapely legs.
“I am Kimiko, champion Ninja Girl!” she announces exultantly. The fierce, dark haired warrior adopts a dominatrix posture as she faces off against her petite blonde opponent, clasping her sword in one hand and her hip with her other, with her feet spread wide and her thick pubic bush protruding defiantly from her crotch. “I am here, slayer of gladiatrixes who just play at being warriors, and I will show you through the use of your own style that you are trash, and that any girl who learns from you will die by the hand of a proud shinobi warrior. Because you are all children here, children playing dress up!”
“You shut up!” Miss Prim exclaims, charging at her opponent with an uncharacteristic display of force. She pokes and prods, but Kimiko backs up, hopping up onto Betty’s table and flipping over her opponent. With her hard, naked body at full stretch, Kimiko clashes and cuts at the back of Miss Prim’s blouse, her hairy groin just inches from the smiling faces of Betty and the Headmistress!
But Miss Prim smirks and spins around, performing a sweeping kick that sends the Ninja Girl tumbling down on to her back with her legs spread wide as she attempts to land. Miss Prim holds her hands out, stepping forward, as if to say “got a problem?”
Betty and Miss Jones join in the cheers for the dazzling blonde swordswoman, as the Headmistress’s worry that Miss Prim had let the taunts get to her fades.
Kimiko stands up, gritting her teeth in fury and stumbling to her feet. “You’re toying with me, even now, when I’ve told you that you are outmatched?”
“You’ve said a lot of things, Ninja Girl!” Miss Prim retorts, and starts circling around. The Ninja Girl follows suit, the camera capturing her lithe, nude form from every angle. “Even Gladiatrixes say a lot when they got nothing.” She frowns. “But you insult my girls… my departed friends, and that I cannot forgive.”
Kimiko rushes forward, and the clash of steel is loud, fast, and exciting. They climb up on to the couches, tumble off of the desk, and even hop off of the stage and go up and down around the audience. The battle is a clash between two very skilled swordswomen, each battling for more than just the thrill of combat, but battling for honor and for justice. Though Miss Prim keeps her usual graceful flair to her fighting, her concentration is so strong that it radiates throughout the studio. Sweat beads the brows of both women, and the Ninja Girl’s hard naked body glistens in the light of the theater. Soon, however, she makes a mistake, mis-stepping.
Miss Prim takes it, clashing sword to sword. She may have the disadvantage, standing below the girl on the steps, but they stare their deepest hate towards one another as they struggle to break the clash.
That’s when Prim balls her hand into a fist, and smashes her knuckle deep into Kimiko’s tight stomach!
Kimiko has no time to even register that punch, as another one flashes forward, striking her in her cunt so hard, the knuckle buries past the lips and strikes her pelvic bone.
The bewildered Ninja Girl gasps in agony and drops to her knees, dropping her weapon and clutching herself. Thunderous applause rocks through the studio as Kimiko looks up towards Miss Prim, mouth agape, with no words to say to the petite blonde. “Hurray!” holler Betty and the Headmistress, joining in the tumultuous cheers for the blonde.
“Get up…” Miss Prim says, her voice lacking all of her usual flair. It is a cool, calculated command.
Kimiko growls, grabbing her sword and standing up, but not before Miss Prim can punch her in the stomach once again - smashing her clenched fist into the brunette’s navel!”