Beat the Ninja Girl 9
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
The stunning match between Miss Prim and Kimiko comes to an exciting conclusion!
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With her face still planted right in front of her opponent’s hairy crotch, the blonde finds the spot for her sensational killer thrust! The Ninja Girl gasps out loud as the tip of the blonde’s blade tickles the most sensitive part of her anatomy. “Oh!.. Uuuurgh!...”
“Ladies and Gentlemen! Girls and Boys! It’s climax time!” hollers Betty as the roar of the studio audience crescendos.
“I love you, too” Miss Prim says, giving her a wink. With decisive authority, the blonde then plunges her sword upwards, metal piercing through her opponent’s body until the brunette is thoroughly skewered on the blade, only stopping when the hilt hits her sex.
A huge cheer goes up from the audience as the Ninja Girl shrieks in agony, with blood spraying from her mouth and trickling down between her widely parted legs.
“Olé! What a stupendous kill!” rejoices Betty, jumping to her feet and clapping her hands in jubilation. “Yay! Splendid sword thrust, my dear! You’ve got her!” hollers the jubilant Headmistress.
Miss Prim stands up, her nice suit stained in her opponent’s blood, and smiles at her stricken opponent.
The skewered Ninja Girl drops her sword and staggers backwards, holding a hand out towards Miss Prim, her mouth crimson, gasping and gurgling something.
As the Ninja Girl stumbles backwards she loses her footing, topples over backwards and crashes to the ground with a loud thud, leaving a trail of blood on the floor from where she was struck. The brunette lands on her back with enough force to send her widely parted legs kicking back up into the air before falling to the floor, her heels thumping against the stage with resounding finality. The beaten Ninja Girl lies spread-eagled on her back on the studio floor, her eyes wide, turning gray, lifeless.
A deafening cheer explodes from the audience as the Ninja Girl comes crashing down. Smiling broadly, Miss Prim strikes a victory pose, thrusting her arms up in triumph and slamming her foot down on to the beaten Ninja Girl’s belly to acknowledge the tumultuous cheers of the audience, which rises in a thunderous standing ovation for the sensational blonde victor.
Betty and the Headmistress join in the wild jubilation, cheering and clapping their hands. “You outwitted and defeated the Ninja Girl splendidly! We knew you’d win, of course!” exclaims Betty. “This was a great test, don’t ya think? The Ninja Girl really did get “the point”, eh, eh?” Betty quips, gesturing towards the hilt of Miss Prim’s sword sticking out between the slain Ninja Girl’s legs, to roars of laughter from the studio audience. The Headmistress chuckles.
Stage hands drag the dead Ninja Girl away by her feet as some of the girls from the school run from the audience and go to hug their teacher. She gives them pats on the back, but looks over towards the trail of blood, only really paying half-attention to the whole affair.
Soon, Betty arrives holding a fine silver cup, containing the beaten Ninja Girl’s pubic hair. In her other hand she holds both swords. She hands both the cup and the swords to the blonde victor. “Splendid show, Miss Prim! Great job! Because of you, this episode is a Must See! Who knows, you’ll be so famous one day, you’ll be on the red carpet instead of receiving all these brunette carpets, huh?” Laughter and cheers explode from the audience again.
Miss Prim smiles at that. “Thanks, Betty, but, really. I’m just sorry she felt the need to rile me up like she did. There’s something about the warrior’s life, you know. It makes people want to do stupid things, look.” She says, looking straight into the camera. “Any up and coming warriors want to dethrone me, you don’t have to attack my character or my girls, alright? Give me a time and give me a place, and I’ll do it, no questions asked.”
Miss Jones places a hand upon her shoulder and smirks. “Now, now, Miss Prim, we need to get you washed off. You deserve a real rest.”
Miss Prim smiles at that. “Yeah, a shower, a bath, would be great, but you know very well the only rest I’ll ever get is the kind of rest the other warriors have.”
“Poetic, simply poetic,” Miss Jones says. “And Roberta will rest easy knowing the one who desecrated her name and her sword is dead.
Miss Prim nods. “I guess in the end, that’s all that really matters.”