Pinky’s Plan

***Additional Tags: Stealthy Ballbusting, Knees, Ball punching, Electrical rope busting , Ballbusting Threats,***

***Check Part 2 for these extra special moments*** 👀***Cunt Busting, Titbusting, Pantsing, Girl Vs Girl***

[Continuation From The Spirit Battle’s sequel “Countdown”](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/CKYCSzY98Z)

[| Pinky’s Plan Part 2 |](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/8Jc6BKtauZ)

*Before chaotic Energy known as Hexx became the dominant force in Bustia’s recent history, the world ran on something else.*

*Pure Soul Energy…*

***CRRUNCH!***

Leathery knuckles slam between a monk guard’s legs as he was too busy blocking a karate chop aimed at his neck. His relaxed ballsack didn’t stand a chance.

*“Uuummh?!”*

The surprised man’s gasp is silenced as his bald head is shoved deep into comforting cleavage.

“*Shhh*.”

Fireworks spiral in the purple night sky and flash brightly, illuminating one of the twelve hired individuals Pinku-li contacted for this secret operation.

*Martial artists spent decades cultivating their inner soul and using it to bond with spiritual beasts, carrying legacies of masters with extraordinary techniques and spiritual powers. Powers passed down through bloodlines.*

At another outpost, along the large island’s cliffs, an eyepatch wearing elf runs and bashes her bony knee deep into a taller elf monk’s poor little testicles.

***WHUMP!!!***

She clamps a hand around his mouth as he tastes his fragile *masculinity in the back of his throat.*

“Gotcha nuts, huh?”

*“Mmuuuhgh?!”*

The elf monk can’t even scream properly as she effortlessly buries his raisins deep into his pelvis and chuckles as he falls backwards. Completely unconscious.

“Heh, good luck getting those to drop.”

Another unaware monk guard, a half orc with wrapped hands and long black hair, enjoys the nightly breeze from the roaring Bustia oceans in the distance. But he doesn’t sense the *two spikes* in soul energy until the very last second when two different colored *steel toe boots* rush between his legs from behind.

His mind screams one proper thought as he feels his saggy scrotum squirm in agony.

*PLEASE Tell me something didn’t just go for my balls?!!*

Unfortunately, identical, grinning blonde bunny girls bask in traumatizing the half orc’s babymakers with no mercy and squish his heavy green hangers painfully against his own pelvis.

The secret busters almost turn both of his huge balls into goop. Right there on the spot…

***CRUUNCH—CRUUNCH!***

“Ahhh!!! *MY—!”*

He screams as another more colorful explosion pops over Toromaru Island and it’s massive mountain Monk Temple. His howling mixes with the excited martial art fans roar as they stomp inside the temple's stadium and pound against the arena’s blue forcefield, preparing for the year’s big Guardian Match.

Two new hands cover the half orc’s mouth before he can make another noise, just as a thigh smashes into his swelling balls, fully *scrambling* them in the process…

*Some of Bustia’s most Important Spirit clans are: The Hisui Crane, The Kōjaku Ox, and The Gin Fox Family. They’re the ultimate power brokers of the age. They don’t rule kingdoms, but kingdoms consult them. And although they don’t command armies, armies fear them.*

“Nem?”

One exhausted monk guard, a pretty human girl with green hair and glasses, raises an eyebrow after hearing a strange rustling behind her in the orange tree forest. Her tall and *hung* Fawnix Ox boyfriend Nem, who was also one of the other Temple’s guards, had dashed off to get some cigarettes since they’re not allowed to smoke in the temple.

It’s a load of horse shit to most of the guards but rules are rules.

“Mm…*Mmh—UUAH!?! AAH! S-S-SUE!?”*

Nem’s unusual strangled voice spooks the confused girl just as he falls out of a bush and lands face first at her bare feet, drooling with crossed eyes.

“Nem??! What the—”

She notices a crackling red rope tied between his legs, leading towards the dark rain forest. His meaty package beneath his robes is squeezed so tightly against his pants and the rope, it gives Sue a detailed look at his *half smashed plums.*

“On no…”

Before she can cast her spirit beast’s abilities, a surprise ***WHAM*** from another sneaky, sparking, red rope slams between her own legs and makes her *tight pussy clench* in pure agony.

*“EIIIkkkk!”*

*The other family clans unfortunately aren’t remembered as well…*

A shadowed woman clenches the sparking rope tethered to her wrist and smirks.

“Outer perimeter guards taken care of.”

*Sun Lingbo's family, the Crane Clan, is among the most respected. Their manifestation of their Soul-Aether emphasizes patience, water, and absolute calm. For a thousand years, they’ve created produce guardians, champions, and warriors who’ve shaped Bustia's spiritual traditions to what they are now.*

*Tonight the Mikaku will change those pesky traditions forever…*

***Five Years Ago — Somewhere In Between The Waking And Sleeping Realm***

This place has no walls. Just skyscraper pillars.

Endless rows of black stone pillars rising into a sky that wasn't there. It's a void. Nothing, but the endless hungry dark of a Hexx Realm...

The floor is polished obsidian, reflecting things that don’t exist. The air tastes cold and somehow, underwater? Like you’re sinking in a deep dream of old regrets.

Pinku-li stands in the center of it all, arms crossed beneath her large gray boobs, waiting. She'd been waiting for seventeen minutes but she didn't mind. Waiting is a skill after all.

*Waiting means you aren’t dead yet…*

“*Salutations*,”

A figure, in a classy two piece tan and black suit, emerges from between the pillars. Not walking, as if he’d just arrived around the corner, but simply emerging out of thin air. Like he'd been there the whole time and she simply hadn't noticed.

That’s the thing about ***Enichi***. You can look directly at him and still miss him.

*Your mind easily slides off his edges…*

“Thank you,” he says with his voice echoing off the pillars but in a soft gentle whisper, “for accepting my request to converse.”

He’s tall. Not absurdly, just enough to make you feel small, even from a distance. He has pale skin and trimmed eyebrows. His short, military-like buzzed, blonde hair shows off curved and sharp fawnix bull horns that glow with his unique yellow Hexx energy.

“I don’t mind chatting, as long as you don’t waste my time. None of us have a lot of it, so I’d like to, at least, spend it doing something interesting.”

She raises a defensive eyebrow, making him smile.

His eyes are the worst part of him. Not because they’re cruel but because they were curious. Like a giant examining an ant. Or a scholar reading a particularly interesting footnote...

"Of course. I couldn’t agree more. It’s one of the main reasons why I personally wanted to meet you, Ms Pinku-li…" he says, his voice soft. Almost kind.

"*The Pink Reaper*. A woman with any buster’s face…I've gotten a second hand taste of your reputation. Seen some of your personal handy work through old party members of yours. The ones you left…*fixed*."

He taps his temple with his middle finger and Pinku-li knows instantly he’s done his research. Not many did when it came to hiring her. She was a woman of many faces and that’s usually all that matters.

It wasn’t uncommon to meet people who wanted to watch her shift into whoever they desire…

*But this one’s different. He’s not the jealous king’s brother or looking for quick cash, type. He’s cooking something big. He’s got that look in his eye…*

***The Leader Of The Mikaku***.

Not too long ago, rumors started to spread that a small elite group of sorcerers led by a *Psychic Hexxer* ambushed and *half castrated* one of the *Two-Year Shizuko* War Heroes, *Rose Master Rento Uchida*. Severing him from soul energy forever…

All for some classified information no one knew about and was currently *still unknown.* Thieves like to keep their secrets to themselves and unfortunately Pinku-li is the curious type.

There’s a lot of wild things told between one another in Bustia that’ll make you stop and think. Especially half-cocked tales with exaggerated details to spice it up. But a good assassin refuses to believe in made up stories until she sees certain *things* for herself.

And so far…Pinku-li wasn’t convinced of the big one going around, just yet.

“Tasted? Please don’t tell me this isn’t some kind of mental kink thing," she sniffs, annoyed but a little less guarded.

*If this IS a sex thing, I’ll need to track this guy’s real location later and take his balls. Evil sorcerer wannabes like to pull this melodramatic crap to make themselves look legit. But they’re usually just trying to make themselves look big and bad. I don’t fall for this kind of shit, so If this really is a waste of my time…I’ll kick his nuts till they’re as big as they’ll ever get.*

"Oh and, I seriously don’t care about the whole *‘whose sorcery is stronger’* thing, either, okay? If that’s what this is then send me back," She adds, praying this wasn’t some secret challenge either.

Enichi smiles but it doesn't reach his squinting yellow eyes.

"Don’t worry, I know your preferences very well. Plus, I know what you’d try to do to my *testicles* if I was to ever call you for…*those kinds of favors.”*

Even the way he tries to joke was unsettling in a different way Pinku-li wasn’t used to.

*Huh. This is no ordinary man…*

“So what’s all this about?”

“Hm, right to business then. I have a special job in mind for you. A beautiful one that’ll only work with your type of expertise."

He walks slower as he seems to register her invisible mental barriers that are protecting the deeper depths of her mind from his touch.

“Huhhh? Yeah, I haven’t heard that one before.”

Enichi smiles again and continues, looking around as if he was enjoying the weather but in a quiet way. Like he was trying to be relatable.

"It will take some time to set up. It will require a lot of patience. Delicate precision and vision. And of course…a complete absence of guilty consciences."

"Wow, really? Those are my favorite types of jobs, how’d you know?" She snaps sarcastically, having heard it all before.

He was building his way up to whatever he wanted to say but now Pinku-li was getting restless. This man was testing her somehow.

“This sounds like a job ANY sorcerer could do. What’s the catch? What supposedly makes this one special enough for you to poke around old *nutless “friends”* to get to me?”

Pinku-li makes it hard for people to get close. If you want her badly enough, you’re willing to either pay big time or risk that weak swinging confidence between your legs.

Sometimes both parties walk away happy and I don’t get annoyed. Other times…someone’s testicles aren’t *dropping* back down from their stomach without an emergency *Cleric Call.*

"Well," he stops, eyes squinting at her. "How do you feel about the Kappa Temple and Bustia’s yearly Spirit Battles?”

The floors *pulses* pink beneath their feet as a jolt of spiraling energy ripples through the dark void, like a struck nerve in a massive beast.

“…what about it?”

The pink in the changeling’s eyes brighten as her fingernails bury into her own gray palms, simmering a spark of anger she didn’t expect to slip.

“I’m just curious on how you feel about their constant ignorance towards the *real problems* plaguing our everyday outsiders…and how do you feel towards the woman who's held the guardian title for twenty five years?"

Pinku-li feels her heart clench tightly. Sun Lingbo, The white haired elf Bo Staff master. Her Spiritual Beast comes from a long history of Bustia’s martial artist families.

“Hisui clan…”

Enichi takes her cracking fists as an answer.

"In about *three to five years,* the tournament will produce a new kind of challenger," Enichi holds up a finger, "A real one. Someone with enough fire to draw the Guardian Sun’s full attention. Someone who’ll leave a crack in the old ways. And when that fight happens…when every eye on that island is fixed on the arena…I think we’ll both agree, *you* should be there too. ***Right in the middle…"***

— - —

*“LETS GO TAIGA!!!”*

Cheering for this year’s Spirit Battle Champion, women and men martial artists all felt mixed emotions regarding how tonight’s outcome will go.

Whoever wins tonight’s final match will become Toromaru Island’s Guardian and will be respected as a living token at the Kappa Temple.

“It’s beginning…”

The temple’s gongs stop and a murmuring silence washes over the sea of fans as the old school orc announcer's voice, booms across the island:

***"PEOPLE OF BUSTIA! THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!"***

Pinku-li sits high in the stands, pressing against a pillar where the moonlight’s shadows conceal her pink eyes from the lanterns' lights. She has a perfect view of the arena below of all eight thousand souls holding a collective breath.

***"FIRST—THE CHALLENGER! THE BLONDE TIGER CHAMPION WHO BROKE OVER TWENTY OPPONENTS TO REACH THIS MOMENT! TAIGA AKUTSU OF THE GOLDEN CLAW!"***

Taiga emerges from the east tunnel, bouncing on her wrapped heels and mean mugging the flying crystal cameras. No jacket now, just the baggy red shirt and the white gi pants that showed off hints of a mouth watering ass. Her bare arms are already shimmering with black spiritual stripes that crawl up her neck and loops around her fingers.

Shen, her spiritual beast Tiger, paces beside her in misty-form. He’s massive with the same yellow and black energy rippling off his edges like angry flames.

Taiga raises one fist and the crowd explodes.

"***AND HER OPPONENT! THIRTY YEARS UNDEFEATED! THE SILVER ELF GUARDIAN OF THE KAPPA TEMPLE AND TOROMARU ISLAND—SUN LINGBO!!!”***

The west tunnel opens and Sun Lingbo walks out with long legs like she’s taking a morning stroll. Her silver hair is like a waterfall as it reaches down to her narrow hips, moving in a wind that touches nothing else. She wears a simple blue and white Kasaya robe that outlines her larger *C-Cup boobs* that shake without a bra of any binding, separating herself from the other orange and red temple monks.

Her bare feet are silent besides the black beads on her right ankle and the sway of a long wooden Bo Staff that spins in her right hand, remarkably.

Beside her, her spiritual beast materializes, revealing a tall six foot beautiful crane. With pure white feathers and eyes the same calm gray as hers. It doesn’t pace or posture. It stands patiently.

Simply Watching…Just like Pinku-li right before she closes her eyes and sinks deep into the fans' cheers.

“***Senso***.”

「***Soul Sensing— A foundational Technique where one can extend their pure soul energy to imbue objects or connect with other souls or Hexx energy within a defined domain. By tuning into these resonant frequencies, a sorcerer perceives the unseen, tracks the marked, and fortifies their signature over the tangible realm. A basic yet potent art, only truly mastered by those who wield the full power of their souls…***」

This technique isn’t complicated. Not really if you’re smarter than an idiot.

Pinku-li learned it young and refined it over decades. Every object she marks with her soul energy gains two pink stripes and becomes a node. A point of connection.

She can’t see through them, exactly, but she can feel them. Their weight and positions. Like fingers extended into the dark, she reaches out now.

*Out of all the hired sorcerers under my control tonight, only five of them were handpicked by me personally. But all in all, I have twelve signatures that have the right set of skills just perfect for tonight’s unexpected shindig.*

Pinku-li didn’t try to find big name warriors but instead went for damaged artists left behind by society’s high standards.

Through her refined tracking skills in sensing, it allows her to perceive the energetic landscape of the Kappa Temple's forcefield. With her Senso, she discerns the subtle fluctuations in the barrier's resonance and pinpoints her own marked low-energy weapons.

— - —

***Oggar The Orc***

Forty yards southeast, near the archway leading to the monk's main quarters. An eight foot gray skinned beast of an orc was keeping himself unseen in the forest with his pulse sorcery active, helping them all tamper with the island’s well structured forcefield. She can feel the faint, unsuspecting rhythmic vibration through his massive palms. He’s waiting, still and patient.

***Bullard The Werewolf.***

Seventy yards north, at the main intersection where three festival paths met. His two handed axe was marked, leaning against a stall, hidden. He was eating something and fueling up.

***Cobalt The Trapster.***

Thirty yards west, near the food courts. The long blonde dreaded trapper has his special adhesive threads already laid out throughout the paths leading towards the boats.

***Gregg The Pyromaniac.***

Everywhere. His tiefling touch was scattered across the island like seeds. Stalls. Tents. Wooden railings. Rope bridges. She felt each one—a constellation of potential Hexx flame, waiting for his command.

***Sexy Swordman Jaycee.***

Directly below her. In the crowd, three rows down, pressed against the arena’s translucent barrier. His katana was marked, hidden in his jacket. He was watching the arena with the same intensity as everyone else. No one will notice him until he moves.

The seven other jobbers and their low powered weapons, are scattered in spots across the island, dealing with the patrolling guards too far away to be detected by Sun. She felt them too—duller, less distinct. But her hired help’s lingering spirit energy caves imprints on multiple pairs of poor bruising scrotums.

They were also all present and ready enough.

*Good. Everyone’s in place. Now we watch the finale…*