Pinky’s Plan Part 2

***Additional Tags: Cunt Busting, Titbusting, Pantsing, Wet T-shirt, Girl Vs Girl, Landing On Balls, Insulting Testicles, Comparing Ball Pain To Cramps***

Pinku-li opens her eyes to see below, Taiga Akutsu and Sun Lingbo reaching the center of the arena and are now face to face.

They bow in the traditional gesture. Hands pressed together, heads lowered, respect for the art and the opponent. Then they straighten.

Taiga's black stripes blaze brighter as they crawl up her neck, across her jaw and into her hair, making her blonde side bangs float. When she spoke, her voice had two layers. Her own, and something deeper.

"Thirty years is a long time, Guardian. Ready to give someone *cuter* a shot?"

Sun Lingbo smiles. It’s small, warm, and *utterly unafraid.*

"It has been a while," she agrees. "But time is just distance. And distance..."

She settles into her stance, staff held loose, back end trailing the ground.

"...is something I've learned to close."

*“FIGHT!!!”*

Taiga's leg muscles clench and her nervous grin sharpens as Shen's tiger-energy suddenly surges through her legs *instead* of her arms. The flowing black flashes yellow and catches the crowd off guard but Sun expects it.

Taiga *always* strikes first.

“Coming through!” The flat chested brat warns as the arena's packed dirt trembles beneath her explosive leap.

Launching her body and becoming a *living projectile,* she aims at Sun’s serene elven face. Her right foot arcs upward, *heel gleaming with condensed goldish power* aiming to crack against a calm jaw but Sun’s staff snaps up fast too!

***WOOSH!!!***

The staff helps guide the first kick up and past Sun’s head. Their eyes lock onto each other and Taiga can sense Sun’s *lack of excitement.*

*Shit! She’s just as fast without trying?!*

Taiga thinks, already twisting her body to shoot out her other foot in hopes of at least kicking Sun’s *jiggling breast* that caught her eyes when she’d walked up earlier.

*But saggy boobs are still good targets!*

However Sun’s free forearm guards against the second kick and pushes back with incredible base strength, all without moving her pressed lips.

Fighting a spiritual master was never going to be easy. But Taiga didn’t expect to feel *chills* so early as Sun dashes in the second Taiga’s heels touch back down.

The wooden staff stings as it slaps against Taiga’s feet as she shuffles back, trying to avoid the *smashing tip* with deflective kicks. But throwing a rising right knee meant for Taiga's nose, Sun still does *damage* as she connects against the smaller girl’s crossed forearms that intercept last second.

“Ugg!”

With a muffled *thwack*, Taiga’s golden stripes shrink on impact as she’s sent skidding backward, feet carving twin furrows in the dirt until she sinks low into a crouch.

Her nervous grin stays though and the crowd goes crazy for the display in speed between the two.

"Damn, you're *spry* for a *grandma*."

Sun Lingbo's staff twirls twice, silently, the motion effortless as breathing.

"I don’t have children,” she denies.

There's nothing worse than being called old as a still fairly young elf with only a hundred years of real life experience.

“And you're pretty *reckless* for someone who’s made it this far. I swear, *human youth is impatience wearing a disguise,*" Sun sighs.

“Oh yeah? Here, let me be proper then!”

The blonde’s fast stripes turn black and her weight increases as her biceps clench.

“Higo…”

The air shimmers as Sun’s *Spiritual Crane Higotsuru* bursts into being above her, wreathed in mist. His wings beat once, scattering droplets that hang suspended like glass.

Taiga clenches her perky ass as her fingers dig into the earth, ripping up jagged chunks of dirt and stone. With a snarl, she hurls them at Sun but she doesn’t flinch. Silver hair whipping in the wind of the incoming barrage, she sweeps her hand towards the sky.

“***Sui***.”

At her command, the water hanging in the air *twists*. Higotsuru lets out a clear cry and began to circle, feathers blurring as it flies a tight loop around his champion. With each beat of its wings, more water materializes from spiritual energy, streaming from its pinions, condensing from the air itself.

The chunks Taiga threw hit a sudden wall of swirling water. The shield flexes, absorbing the impact, and spits the debris out to the sides as harmless mud.

Sun’s eyes narrows and the shield doesn’t drop. Instead, it pulls apart into *four thick, roiling tendrils* that lash out like limbs. Her massive crane keeps circling, faster now, feeding more water into the limbs as Sun advances behind them.

“Already pulling out the big moves on me? You shouldn’t have!”

Taiga laughs nervously, feeling the distance between both of their strengths.

*Shit…how am I going to get past that?*

“My turn *kitty*.”

Sun spins her staff and the four water limbs crack like whips, roaring as they tear through the air towards their target. Two whip towards Taiga’s legs to snare her as the other two arc high, then plunge down from above like striking serpents, trying to *drown from above.*

But even with Higo feeding them, they weren’t built for speed. *Not like Taiga.*

Taiga’s black stripes surge dark as ink. She drops low, spiritual claws extending from curled fingers, and slashes in a blur.

***SHK-SHK!!***

The two water arms lunging for her legs were cut clean through, dissolving into harmless spray.

The top two however were faster to fall. They hammer down on her shoulders with the weight of a river.

“Ah fu—*hjbhknhh*!”

Taiga’s knees buckle and her shirt *tightens* around her *hard small nipples* as she hits the ground hard, breathless and completely drenched.

“Surrender. There’s no need to drag this out any longer.”

Sun says casually, flipping her bo to her other hand as she keeps the current weight and pressure of the water arms in a loop.

Then *yellow gold* flares like one of the fireworks above them and Taiga’s stripes switch from black to yellow in a heartbeat.

She explodes forward again but this time…*leaves behind her wet and saggy white gi pants behind!*

*Huh?! Where did she—?*

Sun’s eyes go wide at the *aftershocks* of Taiga’s quick switching sorcery.

The two reformed water limbs shot to intercept, but Taiga was *already gone*, leaping and twisting midair with a tiger’s bloodthirst. The limbs pass under her as she reads one of Sun’s weaknesses.

*Sui is for protection so it can’t be a total vacuum. Sun still needs air to breathe. So that means…I can break through!*

Taiga hits the ground inside the shield and bursts through the thinning wall of water like its paper. Rain explodes around her and her bare left high kick, revealing the *yellow thong decorated with cute small red stars* she’s *devouring* between two *fat ass cheeks.*

Even Victor, still recovering from his match with Taiga’s *ballbreaking grip* and watching from the comfort of the temple’s healing caves, grew a little *boner* as the Crystal cameras picked up on Taiga’s *outlined camel toe.*

“Holy jeez…I didn’t know she had a *cake* on her.”

He rolls his eyes, trying not to think about what the fox monk told him about letting off some built up steam. How if he did his balls wouldn’t be too happy in the end…

*Wow, she's incredible,* Sun thinks to herself as she finally sees Taiga’s golden rage fill her eyes.

*Being able to instinctively switch between her spiritual beast abilities on the fly like that isn’t easy. Even overpowering through all that pressure. No wonder why she was able to break through so many men’s guards when going for their weak spots.*

Before Sun could reform the Sui flow, Taiga was on her. Landing the kick against Sun’s head and stunning her.

*She doesn’t let anything hold her back—*

The half elf feels her own feet lose their balance just as Taiga’s shoots in low, one arm snaking up and locking around Sun’s bo-staff hand in a tight *juji-triangle grip.*

With a sharp twist and a kick to the wrist, the staff spins away.

“Ha! Gotcha bitch!”

Taiga’s wet blonde hair flips as she lets go of Sun’s arm to drop onto her back and throw a kick *between Sun’s thick thighs*, smashing her heel against the older woman’s *tight pussy!*

For the first time in thirty years, Sun felt her knees shake in surprise as her spell connection broke and the swirling water around them lost its form.

“*Auuuh?!”*

Sun gasps, not from pure agony or anything remotely like that, but from the sudden snap of severed focus. The water limbs collapse into a heavy splash and Higo shrieks overhead, its circle broken, feathers scattering droplets that no longer obeyed a command.

“Your Sui needs concentration, right?”

Taiga pants, yellow stripes still burning as she grabs Sun’s calves to hold her in place. She lowers her heel and charges it with more energy as water starts steaming off her hair.

“If I can keep *breaking* that, you’ll leave yourself wide open!”

Sun senses another *pussy stomp* coming. A much faster and more brutal move, meant to drop her.

So she lowers her center of gravity and crosses her knees, clamping Taiga’s ankle between them with a vise-like grip.

Taiga’s eyes widened—she’s been caught?

Sun’s hand shoots down and her palm slams over Taiga’s face, fingers splaying across her forehead and cheek. With a surge of spiritual energy flooding her limbs, Sun’s strength spikes far past her slender frame.

“Sorry, but there’s *no balls* here for you to *crush*, you brat!”

She drives Taiga straight down, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

***KRASSSH!!!***

The ground *craters* under the impact. Broken debris and water explodes outward as Taiga’s head hits with a cracking thud, making her legs shoot up. She chokes, dazed for half a second, and tries to push up but Sun bores down harder, reinforcing her arm more.

“Strength isn’t just about muscles,” Sun hisses, now pissed with the small blonde.

With her free fist she throws hammering strikes against Taiga’s sides and chest with stone splitting power.

*BAM! BAM! WHAM!*

“Uuugh!!!”

“You have to *use* your brain too. *I’m not a man or a cocky futa.* Your cheap tricks will only get you so far. Do you understand that?”

But Taiga’s stripes bleed black and the tables flip.

“Grrr! Oh yeah! Wanna bet?!”

With a snarl, she slams both fists into the arena beneath them. The ground buckles more and heaves upward like a wave. Sun’s footing vanishes, throwing her off balance and breaking her grip on Taiga’s face.

Springing from the shattered earth and twisting her powerful thighs midair, Taiga’s heel catches Sun *square in the right boob* and launches the guardian backwards through the air.

“Ughk!”

Sun hits the ground and slides, wincing in pain as her puffy nipple swells under her robe. But her silver hair whips up as she snaps her fingers.

“***Ba***.”

Higo shrieks overhead and in one beat of its wings, a storm of white feathers rains down, then *hardens*. Each one turning into a razor’s edge mid-fall, screaming through the air like *shark-knives.*

Taiga throws her arms up too late. The feather-blades slice across her forearms, open thin cuts on her cheeks, and *tears* into her wet red shirt, leaving streaks of *exposed and pale skin* around her small chest.

“H-Hey! My shirt!”

She hisses and yelps, skidding back, black stripes flaring as she bled. And despite how intense the battle was she was now *blushing* because of the *cold breeze* blowing between her still drenched legs and *thong*.

“You’re s-so lucky y-you *DONT* have b-balls. I would have *SO c-crushed* them by n-now!” Taiga shivers but doesn’t let all the eyes from the stands make her choke now.

She needs this win…to prove to everyone she’s more than a one trick pony.

The flying beast circles higher, more feathers already gleaming along its wings as Sun rose to her feet. Water pools at her ankles as she rubs her sore tit.

“*Tsk*, If you seriously can’t beat a woman as easily as your other opponents because *I lack weak testicles,* then you’re still too green to become a Guardian.”

Sun only sees a wet kitten, shivering in the cold night with too much to prove.

“You’re strong Taiga, I’ll admit that. But you’re only scary to those with something *fragile to lose.”*

Taiga wipes the dripping cut on her cheek and black and yellow stripes swirls together until her whole body hums with raw spiritual energy. She then slams her palms together and clenches her ass on all the live crystals.

“S-Shut up! Let’s just end this, yeah? **Shen!**”

The air swirls as her massive striped beast forms behind her. Part tiger, part storm, his spiritual muscles ripple with the same energy cracking off Taiga.

Sun exhales. Silver hair lifting as energy floods her veins and she raises two fingers to the sky.

“**Higotsuru,** engage!”

The bird screeches and dives, slamming into Shen mid-lunge, talons to claws. The two spiritual beasts collided in a cyclone of wind and water and fangs, instantly locking each other down. They’ll keep each other busy.

*This is it. No more tricks. No staff, Just fists, spirit, and blood.*

Taiga closes the gap first, like Sun knew she would, and launches a blistering roundhouse kick aimed at Sun’s already ruined ribs. Sun steps into it with her elbow lowering to meet Taiga’s shin with a nerve numbing crack that echoes.

Taiga whimpers but spins off the block with her other leg already whipping up for a high kick to the head.

Sun ducks and drives her sharp knee up into Taiga’s strong thigh to kill the momentum, and fires two quick jabs straight to Taiga’s *small tits.*

***Pop! Pop!***

“*Yowww!!!”* Taiga yelps, forced back half a step.

Taiga feints left, then comes down hard with a right overhand chop. Strong karate, sharp, meant to split a collarbone.

Sun reads it perfectly. Her forearm shoots up, spiritual water like aura flows along the bone as she takes the chop on a perfect overhand block. The impact stings, but it traps Taiga’s arm high for one heartbeat.

***“It’s over.”***

Sun twists her hips and *buries* a brutal left hook into Taiga’s exposed lower stomach, right where her *sensitive ovaries hide, snug and protected.* Unfortunately no amount of muscles and spiritual reinforcement could save the poor tiger girl’s *womanhood* from the* ****Crane Clan’s Water Pressure Technique.***

*"Ghhhkk!!”*

The sound is awful. A meaty *WHUMP* of boney knuckles hitting flesh and breath leaving lungs. Taiga’s eyes go wide and all her inner strength vanishes.

Taiga's knees cross inward and a raw cry comes out of her lips as she hits the dirt with a wet slap, her entire body folding inward like a broken toy.

*“Hahh…ohhh ohh…ahhhg!"*

A thin string of drool dangles from her lips as she gasps and struggles to catch her breath with the air punched clean out of her lungs. Her surging fury just moments ago were now nothing but dying embers….

"Awwwhhh! *Whyyy*…ughhh *howww*?!"

Every muscle in her abdomen clenches violently, her vision swimming with black spots as the worst cramp burns across her waist. She'd taken hits to the gut before. Victor had landed a lucky knee once in her previous fight, but this? This was…different.

Sun's fist hadn't just struck her; *it had pulsed as well,* sending ripples of *crushing* spiritual pressure deep into her *core*, like a stone dropped into the center of a pond.

Sun’s shadow falls over Taiga as she looms above and presses the sole of her beaded foot gently against Taiga’s shuddering shoulder. Not enough to hurt, just enough to pin.

*This is the end.*

“Do you submit?” she asks, voice softer than the crowd’s roaring anticipation.

Taiga’s reply was a sad coughing groan. Her fingers claw at the ground but her body refuses to obey. Every twitch sent fresh fire radiating from her core, her ovaries throbbing like twin bruises.

“*Nngh*—you’re d-dead. So *f-freakin* de…*uuuhhh goddess…*” she manages, breath hitching as another cramp twists through her like a burning knife.

Sun's fingers flick in a subtle signal, three quick taps against her thigh, and a goblin monk referee lunges forward, his emerald-green skin glistening under the arena lights. His oversize ears twitch as he raises a knobby-knuckled hand, already counting down.

"Fiiiiive!" he screeches, voice cracking with excitement.

Taiga's vision swims. The countdown echoes in her skull like temple bells, each number a hammer strike against her pride.

“Four!”

Her nails scrape cracked stone and soil. She can feel the crowd's breath held. Can almost taste their disappointment. Thirty years of Sun Lingbo's reign wouldn't end today.

*No! Not like this!*

"Threeeeee!"

The goblin's voice cuts through the ringing in Taiga's ears. Her muscles spasm. she could get up, she had to—but her body again betrays her with a fresh wave of nauseating pain.

“Awww…c-come on…get u-up!”

The crowd's reactions morph into a tidal wave of gasps and shouts. Somewhere in the blur, she felt like she even heard Victor's voice boom in encouragement, maybe?

*"Get Up, you little shit!"*

*Shit I’m hearing things now…*

She tries. Goddess damn it, she really *tries.* Taiga's arms tremble as she pushes against the ground, her drenched back arching, sweat and spiritual water dripping from her chin. Her abs clench and immediately *unclenches* with a whimper as another ripple of Sun's technique pulses through her *womb*.

*Oh oracle…is this what guys feel like when I…go for their balls?*

"Two!"

The goblin's voice cracks like splintering wood. Taiga's teeth ground together, her forearms shaking as she tries to rise, one inch…two, before collapsing again with a losing gasp.

*She’s done. She doesn’t have anything left.*

“*Nooo…p-please…”*

Her cheek presses into the ground and somewhere above her, Sun Lingbo exhales, the sound almost lost beneath the thunder of the crowd.

"One! ***WE HAVE A WINNER!!!****”*

The translucent force field flickers blue as the crowd erupts—thousands of fists hammering against the barrier, their cheers vibrating through the arena like a living storm. Guardian Sun Lingbo's name ripples through the stands in waves. Thirty years of *loyalty* crashing over her in a single breath.

The goblin referee seizes her wrist and thrust her arm skyward, his screech barely audible over the din.

***"VICTORY BY KNOCKDOWN! SUN LINGBO REMAINS GUARDIAN!"***

Sun's chest rose and fell steadily, her silver hair clinging to damp skin. She won, just like she had the last thirty years. All victories that have helped lead Bustia through good times…but is that what it means to win? To keep everything the same?

She kneels beside Taiga, ignoring the confetti-like spiritual feathers drifting from Higotsuru's dissolving form and the fireworks booming in her celebration.

"Breathe through it," Sun suggests, pressing two fingers against the blonde's lower abdomen.

“Ouuhh f-fuck you…”

A pulse of cool energy flows into Taiga as monks slowly walk their way, having already been waiting near the temple's recovery halls.

It’s not healing but Sun eases the worst of the cramps.

"Your beast fusion is impressive. But you left your core unshielded when you switched attributes. I could see where your stripes guarded and enhanced you the most."

Taiga's lips parted (whether to snarl or concede, even she didn't know) when the translucent arena barrier flashes pink…

“Huh?”

Sun’s eyes whip up and watches as multiple confused fans, all leaning against the barrier, notice it too.

Once. Twice. Then…***SMAAASH!!!***

The massive energy dome shatters like sugar glass. Shards of pink light rain down as the barrier collapses. The crowd’s cheering turn into screams as the front rows tips forward, suddenly unsupported.

“Ahhhh!!!” People fall into the arena—dozens, hundreds, all with blood curling yelps.

A monk in orange robes belly-flops into the broken arena’s edge as a flurry of bodies land on top of him. With his spiritual beast, he’s able to spread his energy to help soften his blow, as well as a few lucky enough to be near him, but one heavy half orc woman’s meaty ass slams between his legs and crushes his testicles flat against the broken ground.

*“AIIIIEEE!!!”*

*He was one of the first hopeless screams to send the Kappa Temple into chaos….*

Other sorcerers threw up flight spells, wind users caught students midair, earth users raised pillars to stop the crush. Controlled chaos became real chaos in three seconds.

Sun immediately pivots and snatches her staff from the ground to track the anomaly.

*This isn’t an accident. It was planned. The timing, the pink pulse—someone wanted the field down when the match ended? But how—where the hell are the guards?!*

Taiga was on her knees, gagging and confused. “Sun! W-What the—”

Sun doesn’t hear the rest. Because from the swarm of panicking fans and wide-eyed adventurers, she arrives.

A woman with ghostly gray skin and in mostly black, hood up, charges at her. Sun took in the Pink sharp hair spilling out like spilled paint and the glowing pink eyes with no irises. Just solid void of color.

And in her hand: a short blade! No guard, no frills. The weapon itself isn’t special but it’s very deadly.

Sun barely gets her bo staff up.

***CLANG!!***

Reinforced Bo met the slashing wakizashi in a shower of sparking energy. The force sent Sun skidding back a step, taken off guard. The woman’s face is blank and empty. But her blade is fast.

*Impossibly fast…*

Around them, people scream and ran and flew. Taiga was shouting something and Shen was reforming, snarling as he tried to help his champion stand up.

But all Sun saw were those pink, iris-less eyes.

“Who are you?” Sun huffs, locking the weapons together.

The woman doesn’t answer. Not right away. She just presses forward, gritting white teeth with strength that shouldn’t exist in that thin and busty frame. But when the Guardian was about to chant for her Spiritual Crane, the woman whispers something that makes her blood go cold:

“Hey…I’ve wanted to ask you this for a while now, guardian. But, do you remember the *Kinkuchi Owl Clan?*"

The pink-haired woman's whisper *slithers* between locked weapons, her breath smelling faintly of smoke.

*What—Kinkuchi? No, it can’t be…*

"Was thirty comfy years really long enough of a *distraction* to forget? Maybe it was…but not for us. *Not for me."*

Sun's grip falters, just a fraction, as the memory struck like a dull knife between soft ribs.

***The Owl Clan's downfall hadn't been clean.***

Their changeling filled dojos had burned for three days. The screams of their spiritual beasts mingling with the scent of charred flesh and innocent feathers…it was a tragedy no one was allowed to know about.

Sun, been younger then. A lot younger…actually. Faster. Less prone to hesitation…following orders for her family.

*This was a piece of her past coming back from the dead.*

“Pinku-li…” Sun says, now remembering. A bead of sweat traces her temple as the changeling’s blade inches closer, reflecting off her worried gray eyes.

***The Pink Reaper’s Plan Was Now In Motion…***