Meat Ninja: Nana

This work was created by a single author with no particular cultural or religious affiliation and contains depictions of a broad range of sexual fetishes, all used in service of character development and narrative progression. If you find yourself offended, please note that the relevant keywords were provided upfront. Rated D for Degeneracy and absolutely not for anyone under the age of 18, enforced strictly by the--Honors System.

The moment Lord Shin-bonbon fingered her and blew her cover, the room shifted.

Swords hissed from scabbards; bodies snapped to alert. Brandy Blacktooth was having a fit, his beard bristling with anger as he immediately dove for his massive saber. A single swing, and the desk went to pieces beneath him. Meanwhile, Commander Oak Wood stood with his visible erection waving frantically in the air, somewhere in the rising dust cloud.

"Don't kill her!" he cried. "She stole the Missive."

Nana sighed. Now, she wished she hadn't read the terrifying thing (or set it on fire afterwards, for that matter). Yet, it was not like she had any choice, for it was the only way to keep the secret from falling into the wrong hands. What hands those were, Nana couldn't rightly say anymore. Between everybody involved, she rightly suspected that she was somehow the least important piece of the puzzle, now suddenly made the most crucial by her dedication to her duties. No matter what, the mission always came first. The ironclad code of ninjas compelled her to fight to the last--and that's what she did now.

Nana rolled away from the table before the massive saber crashed into it. Her dress fluttered around her, and somewhere inside the rippling fabric, a bared, bouncing ass slid smoothly over the wood. When Nana kicked away from the furniture, all saw her shapely legs extend outwards, with the glistening mound of her cum-filled pussy bared for all to see between them. She flipped backwards towards the window, landing in a crackle of textiles, and brought her hands up over her bouncing chest.

The kunoichi drew out the sign.

Spoke the words.

The belt around her slim waist hid a scroll within, and on it were sketched magical shuriken darts. They bloomed to life around her, shooting in all directions. The wheeling blades thudded into walls, breaking wine jugs and bottles with loud clatters.

The pirate ducked. The Marines had to scamper to get out of the way. Captain Blacktooth got a grazing wound and shouted his fury to the ceiling, while Commander Oak remained immobile. His erection barely wavered as he used his sheathed katana to casually bat aside any missiles which flew too close for comfort.

All by design.

Another sign, and Nana reared up. She gave them a good look at her jiggling breasts, her nipples already hardening and pointed towards the ceiling. Then she leaned forward, stuck out her naked, ample ass, and breathed--and fire sprouted to life before her.

Flames roared, going up the walls where they made contact with the alcohol.

"GET HER!"

Blacktooth was roaring. He upended the remains of the table with a single sweep, and began shouting for his underlings to put out the flames.

Meanwhile, Nana hit the window like a diving hawk. She burst through the paper-paneled screen and flew out into the open air. Wind tore at her hair, and the sea rose far below. Those remaining inside saw her butt cheeks pushing together, with the dark lips at the center spreading to reveal a moist, pink pistil within. Nana's ass was big enough to briefly block out the entire window, before disappearing outside.

She didn't fall.

Nana caught the edge of the ledge with her fingers, swinging beneath the captain's quarters. Her feet, clad only in clacking wooden sandals, found purchase, and she began climbing the Muff.

Heads popped out after her, looking up into the crack of her bouncing ass. Her thighs shifted rapidly, and all saw the way her hips swaying furiously in the wind while climbing the ship. The enticing spring of her exposed buttocks accompanied her all along the outer hull as she moved up towards the main deck.

Boards slick with seawater. Rusted nails and barnacles slicing her palms. Nana moved like a shadow sewn to the ship, between portholes and netting. At the top, she met a pirate, who got one good look at her jiggling tits before Nana punched him in the throat, throwing him overboard.

"GET HER! GET HER!"

There were rope lines and Nana took one. She kicked off the side, twisting in mid-air. Her bared hips made for quite a show along with her tightly pressed together thighs. It wasn't every day that bloodthirsty pirates saw a beautiful naked woman perform agile acrobatics; and at some point, you got to wonder if they were chasing her to take her prisoner, or for the (unintentionally seductive) show she was putting on.

Nana made it to the top of the main mast, swinging one shapely leg to send the sentry in the crow's nest plummeting to his death below. His bloodcurdling scream barely faded away when she cast her magic again. Everything in her scroll blossomed to life in rapid-fire explosions of puffing smoke around her.

Kunai.

Bombs.

Climbing claws and a collapsible blowgun.

A coil of rope thinner than silk but stronger than steel, which Nana wrapped around herself. There were now weapons winding up and under and around her big breasts, binding them tightly; and links of chain wrapping around her thighs, going up her ass like a thong. Inside a bedroom, under a completely different context, this could have qualified for bondage play. Instead, Nana was now fighting for her life.

Cries from below.

Smoke still billowed from the window where she had made her escape. Pirates gathered atop the main deck, pointing and barking orders. Somewhere inside the crowd stood the Marines, their backs straight, their postures resembling immovable statues who remained at the sidelines of the chaos.

Watching.

But not yet intervening.

"WHORE!"

An arrow flew at her but it was poorly aimed. Instead, Nana focused her attention on Blacktooth. He was still standing on the deck--far, far below her--but he was aiming to quickly rectify that deficiency with a single swing of his massive saber.

A thunderous crash, and the main mast came down like timber.

But Nana was already moving.

The whole pillar was cleaved through. The pillar balanced precariously for one fleeting moment on a point before teetering dangerously to one side. Blacktooth's strength was that of fabled giants, and to escape, Nana leapt the crow's nest in a single bound.

Her legs opened, and her pussy was exposed as wind blew through her dark pubic hair. In three steps Nana had leapt the falling structure, timing her landing perfectly to the secondary mast. That was where she ended up, her legs tucked into a crouch and her hands flattening over the wooden beam below her. Her butt thrust backwards and outwards, and the enticing, alluring flesh quivered from her landing. Blacktooth found her half-a-heartbeat later.

The pirate chieftain had also made the climb, and he was far more agile than his thick frame would have suggested. He stood on spindly legs, balanced precariously on the wooden spar. From his position, Nana was little more than a big round ass over the heels of her own sandals--and she was on all fours, with her buttocks spread open to the sea wind. Her pussy was fully visible, tucked in between her thighs where the chain pressed tightly into her cunt. The links made her clit all the more prominent, poking out from between dark vaginal lips. Meanwhile, over it, her asshole contracted once, clenching invitingly in the noon sunlight. Blacktooth could clearly saw the small brown opening, ringed by a circle of wind-dried cum.

He opened his mouth to laugh.

Drum roll: "Now that's what a woman should--"

That was as far as he got before one shapely leg suddenly shot out, and Nana's heel made full contact with his face. The wooden shoe was sturdy and didn't break, but the same couldn't be said of Blacktooth's face. His nose shattered, his teeth flew away. The pirate chieftain's vision blurred, and he swiftly blacked out. His face was fully caved in by a single blow; and even then, he didn't quite understand what had just happened.

Alas.

He was nothing to her.

A gap in skill, in raw, naked power between them that could never be surpassed.

Blacktooth never even knew it was there, and she never let on no matter how many times he fucked her. The pirate chieftain had used Nana at his pleasure--but it was undeniable that she could have killed him whenever she wanted.

He fell now.

A dead weight headed straight for the main deck.

Down.

Down.

Down.

Blacktooth hit the target like a meteor. The impact tore a hole through the boards, snapping timbers and making the ship lurch. There was a terrifying groan, before water rushed in through the fractured hull.

Alarms rang. Pirates screamed.

Nana stood on the mast's peak, silhouetted against the sun. She was breathing heavily, her breasts moving up and down with every huff. Various weapons she had summoned dangled from her encircled teats, and she looked down briefly at the glimmering blades pressing coldly against her hips.

From there, her eyes went to the Marines.

Unlike the pirates--who were scrambling to plug the breach where water gushed in--none of them had moved. Commander Oak was also looking up, his expression unreadable. Yet, the flagpole in his pants told a completely different story. He stared unblinkingly at the naked woman standing twenty feet over him--over everyone. Nana was bare save for her weapons and sandals, and her flushed skin was covered with glittering sweat. Oak Wood turn briefly to his side, and mouthed some words at the imposter pirates standing at attention next to him.

"Get her down but keep her alive," Nana read from his lips.

She had always been an excellent lip-reader. That was all she got, however, for Nana knew her situation was hopeless. The sea spread out endlessly around her, and there was no help coming. Yet, surrender never crossed her mind--for she knew too much now. Her only hope for salvation was to fight for her life.

A beach.

A port.

A ramshackle fortress or a shantytown of outlaws and villainy.

Nana had only needed to maintain her disguise until they made landfall--fucked the pirate chieftain as many times as it took, with him being none-the-wiser to who (or what) she really was--and from there it would have been an easy thing to disappear. Lord Shin-bonbon's betrayal saw to the end of that.

And now--

Nana blinked. Like a blur, the man in her vision was gone.

Not Oak Wood. The third. The only, thus far, to be completely immune to her charms.

Nana went up further. She climbed, well aware of the view she was giving her audience. Her ass jiggled and bounced, and her legs pumped up and down like pistons. Up. Higher. Past the sails. Past the lookout bucket. Into the sky itself.

She was still not fast enough.

Wind tore past her, the sea a swirl far below.

Then--

A tremor.

She turned. The man was still dressed in pirate rags, but he did not move like a ruffian. Coat flapping, saber in one hand, he practically danced up the mast like a bouncing bullet. Nana leapt sideways, shifting her weight. She kicked off from her perch and headed down, the two of them clashing in mid-air.

The ring could be heard, probably, for miles around.

Ripples spread out from the surface of the water, and Nana's teeth chattered. The impact shook her all over, making her tits bounce. The world was spinning beneath them; and when they broke, Nana managed to grab onto a rope, hanging from the rigging with her long legs swinging beneath her. The pirate (who wasn't really a pirate) went down.

When he landed on the deck, the exploding tag Nana had attached to him went off. A loud boom was followed by more flames, and billowing black smoke. More screams from the pirates.

However, when the smoke blew away, it was Nana who was left aghast.

The man was still alive.

Not uninjured--but somehow still among the living.

From her position over him, Nana saw the man who should have been blown to pieces turn toward his superior officer. He said something, and Commander Oak's erection nodded at him sternly. The words were, initially, 'Sights on her, sir?' and Nana didn't know what they were talking about. Commander Oak had replied, 'I've belayed that order. If left to Hickory, he'll kill her. He never misses.'

Nana shuddered. She looked around. A sniper? All she saw was the open water, but she couldn't shake a feeling of unease. Suddenly, her escape felt even more hopeless than before!

'Permission to deploy?' she saw the third man ask; and the straining bulge in the commander's pants acknowledged the request with almost regal dignity. It should have been hilarious.

But Nana wasn't laughing.

She wasn't laughing either when the pretend pirate pulled out a needle syringe from his sleeve; and with surgical precision, plunged it into his arm.

The serum worked quickly. Some said it was gods' blood, and others the work of far-fetched science. Whatever its origins, there was no denying the effect. The change came immediately. There was a crack, followed by a sound like flesh tearing and re-stitching itself. The man's body convulsed, before his costume split at the shoulders. Sinew thickened grotesquely, and muscles ballooned outwards. His skin turned dark and began reflecting the rays of the sun like a mirror.

That was somehow just the beginning.

The Marine did not speak. Did not cry out. He folded himself into a crouch, and when he arose again, he was a half-feathered nightmare.

Black quills jutted from his shoulders and spine in uneven rows. The feathers shone glossy as wet ink, twitching with every ragged breath. Where they ended, torn human skin twisted together, the skin cracking to expose veins that glowed like molten threads. Gold led bled, and 'blood' dripped in slow, searing beads. They hissed where they touched wood and metal, even as the creature raised its head.

Not two heads--more like two faces fighting for space, with one side stretched into a hooked beak, jaw still half-human, and teeth glinting through the horn. The eyes were gone, hollow husks that gazed downwards and inwards upon limbs bent like a malformed bird. His fingers were talons, but over his hunched back wings had tried and failed to grow.

Then, an inhale. Nana saw his chest balloon outwards like a frigatebird, before the exhale arrived as a caw that tore the air to shreds.

Half hymn.

Half scream.

The air rippled and the clouds scattered. Nana felt it behind her eyes before she heard it: a distant choir of--something--whispering through this broken thing wearing a man's shape.

When she blinked, she could have sworn she saw vast, black skies filled with burning feathers, and the ocean turning to mirrors below her.

Then, movement from below.

Another caw like memories tearing through a thunderstorm, and Nana didn't even realize her ears were bleeding before this--thing--was upon her!

The kunoichi raised her arms. She had only time to summon her strongest defense--the one favored by the sister who was not here--but the blow hit her like a thunderclap nonetheless. The huge, spinning fan she had summoned to act as her shield flew away in pieces, and Nana careened backwards with a pained cry. Her breasts. Her ass. Her comely flesh reverberated with the blow until she managed to see where she was headed.

Falling.

Down.

Down.

Down.

Her impact was not quite as dramatic as Blacktooth, but there were still cracked wooden floorboards where she skidded across the deck. Her butt quivered with every bounce; Nana scraping to a halt near the waterlogged crates with her arms lying limply over her chest. Her body was twisted to one side with her prominent hips pushing into the air, and her butt sticking out as a fleshy white mountain beneath the sun. Nana tried to breathe. The effort caused pain to tear through her convulsing body.

The kunoichi blinked away tears and tried to--

Alas, the creature hand landed.

A 'hand' the size of her torso grabbed Nana by one leg and lifted, and her thighs dropped open, her pussy becoming fully exposed to the sunlight. The shaking lips, the pink, shuddering center. The bird man pulled, and Nana went up like a rag doll. She flew over his head as he slammed her back down into the deck.

Just once.

Once was enough.

Wood splintered. Froth flew from her mouth. Nana gasped.

Coughed.

One arm still moved and she whipped her wrist in its direction, trying to stab it with a summoned kunai that appeared at her side. It broke to pieces over its brows.

"Still fighting."

She heard the compliment from Commander Oak Wood, who was almost impressed as Nana turned to look. She managed to see his prominent erection, now pointed towards her like a finger. Then she felt cold, hard talons closing around the back of her neck.

Nana was lifted up. She dangled into the air, with her limbs limp and her head lolling to one side. The monster she could not hope to beat held her aloft while drool hung in strands from her chin, and Nana barely managed to cast her last spell. Her palms snapped together, and her fingers drew out the signs for her final rebuttal. A bolt of lightning from a lone grey cloud crashed into the deck like a bright, electrified lance, and it stung Nana's cheeks, turning her nipples hard as pebbles from the jolt. The hairs on her groin stood up on end, and pleasure from her buzzing clitoris caused her to convulse even harder as she choked back her own spit.

Nana peed a little.

Then, she saw the mutant was unperturbed, and knew she was done for. It brushed off the thunderbolt, before throwing her again--

Hard.

Nana hit the main mast, spine-first, and the crack that followed (probably) didn't come from the wood.

She slumped, vision swimming. The young woman's breathing wheezed like a dying bellows. She looked up into the covered erection of Commander Oak waving triumphantly over her.

An approving stare, and he said kindly, his penis nodding in agreement: "Well, what matters is you tried your best."

Nana could only manage a weak cough as the Marine leader looked her over.

Her heaving breasts, now spread out over her chest and practically spilling off to each side. Her slack arms and slim waist. Her long, bared legs still twitching over the boards. One was bent slightly at the knee, while the other was straightened out in a splaying position. Between them, everyone saw Nana's exposed mound, covered by dark hairs matted down with sweat. Nana's pristine white buttocks were flattened against the deck, with her pussy lips now parted and slackened around the pink, moist center in between. The secret garden seemed to pulse with the rising and falling of her chest, in time with her exhausted breathing.

Meanwhile, the Muff was sinking. A groan shuddering through the beaten ship's old bones, and Blacktooth's body still lay where it had fallen. The hole he left in the deck gurgled water like a death rattle as the waves pushed ever steadily upwards.

Nana's eye fluttered. Over her, Oak Wood's erection jumped. He was talking to his gathered Yellow-Shirts, who came forward as one.

"Take her," he said.

From the wreckage a voice boomed sudden laughter; and the sound sent chills down Nana's injured spine.

Drum roll: "Now that's what a woman should look like!"