The Tale of the Three Swords, Part III
by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se


Mariana leads her supernatural army against the East.

In the hazy light of the early dawn, the sorceress Mariana LeFoy stood on the
banks of the forest lake, stirring the waters with her staff. As she did so, a
strange, green mist began to evaporate from the still water.

"Hear me, kings and queens of faerie realms!" she bellowed. "I am Mariana of
the House LeFoy, ruler of the Misty Isles! I command you to help me in my hour
of need, that our worlds may unite in alliance against the foreign devils of
the East!"

Suddenly, the waters stirred. Strange lights began to appear, one by one, far
below the surface of the lake. Between the trees, smaller lights were now
leaping from branch to branch -- dancing lights of yellow and red and blue.

"My lady, how do we know that these beings are to be trusted?" Lady Ophelia
asked, observing the spectacle with some skepticism.

"I have had many dealings with faeriekind before," the sorceress responded.
"Shady and capricious they may be, but if you know their tastes, they can be
easily bought -- if only for a while."

A group of soldiers entered the scene, carrying an enormous wooden chest on
their shoulders. On the edge of the lake, they opened the lid and emptied the
contents into the water. Golden trinkets of all shapes and sizes, neck- laces
and rings, crowns and circlets splashed into the green water, and soon
disappeared in the murky depths.

"I have offered you my price," Mariana spoke, once again addressing the water.
"What is your response?"

A chorus of gasps and exclamations appeared among the soldiers. In the center
of the lake, a woman-like creature had appeared. She was a wondrous sight --
her hair like billowing seaweed and her eyes like pearls -- and she seemed
somehow to be clothed in the lakewater itself. On her head was a great crown
of coral.

"It's the Lady of the Lake!" someone cried.

A strange green glow surrounded the water around the lake goddess. Slowly, it
compressed itself into a long, thin object, which the creature seemed to be
moulding with her thought. Eventually, the object raised itself out of the
water and placed itself in her hands. The Lady of the Lake slid noiselessly
through the water until she had reached her summoners. There, she beckoned to
Lady Ophelia.

After knight had stepped forward, the Lady of the Lake held up the object she
had just created. It was a marvelous, finely wrought longsword, with a hilt
encrusted with blue diamonds, and whose pommel had been exquisitely fashioned
into the shape of a water lily. The runes carved into the side of the clear
blade read: "FEYCALIBUR".

Without hesitation, Ophelia took the magnificent sword and held it up in the
faint greenish light emanating from the lake. As she did so, the Lady of the
Lake made a single, graceful bow, and then sank back into the lake.

"So, my brave, luscious Ophelia," the sorceress purred, stroking her
champion's golden hair. "It seems that the Lady of All Waters has chosen you.
What say you to that?"

"I hear this "Blue Wind" sword is unbreakable," Ophelia spoke, raising her
voice above the crowd. "Let's put that rumour to the test!"

***

On top of a grass-covered hill, Wei-Ling sat meditating by herself in the
morning stillness, when she was suddenly awakened by a powerful gust of wind.
Turning around, she found herself once again staring into the immeasurably old
eyes of the dragon.

"Goodness!" Wei-Ling exclaimed. "I did not expect to see you again so soon."

"Wei-Ling of the Wind-Beaten Wastes, we meet again," the dragon began. "You
have fought well, and so have your friends, but I fear that what is
approaching now will test each of your abilities to their farthest limits."

"I suspected as much," Wei-Ling replied, feeling a stab of fear. "I have had
dark premonitions all morning. There must be black magic in the air."

"Indeed. The sorceress has allies in many other worlds than our own, and she
is now turning to them for reinforcements."

Wei-Ling felt her hopes sink. "I see. Will... you help us in this battle?"

"My child," the dragon began, with some melancholy in his voice. "Aeons ago I
took a vow -- to the Jade Emperor himself, no less -- to strive only to
maintain balance on this earth. This vow naturally prevents me from taking
part directly in any earthly conflict. However, since your opponent is about
to call upon creatures from other worlds, it is only fair that you be allowed
similar privileges. Therefore, I will now show you how to... level the playing
field."

Suddenly, Wei-Ling found herself staring at five items that had somehow
materialized out of nowhere. There were two medallions, one bearing a flame
symbol and the other a wave-like pattern. Next there was a strange, ornately
carved horn. Finally, the last two items were a small, golden piece of chalk,
as well as a sheet of paper bearing a masterful piece of calligraphy (however,
Wei-Ling was not familiar with the symbol).

"Listen well to what I say next, Wei-Ling, for these will be your only
instructions," the dragon said. "These medallions are imbued with the power of
the elements they depict, and as such, you will find that they have the
additional power to compel, *as well as* repel. Remember that."

"This horn will call upon your allies in the natural world, just like the
witch of the West will call upon hers. After all, nature is divided by
ideology just like the human world -- some of it is on our side, and some of
it on hers."

"If the West should ever stoop so low as to draw upon... abominations of
nature of any kind, this piece of golden chalk has the power to restore the
natural order -- if only within a small area."

"And finally, this piece of calligraphy depicts an ancient long-forgotten
symbol that means 'Entrapment'. If you should ever find yourself with an
immortal enemy on your hands -- those can pesky even after you've vanquished
them -- you can use this to transform them into a more... obedient form."

"Immortal enemies? Abominations of... nature?" Wei-Ling asked, feeling a bit
queasy. "But the three of us are only mortals. We cannot be expected to stand
alone against these forces."

"You will not be alone, child. But now, you must get your bearings together. I
hear trumpets and a thousand footsteps beating in unison. The fight is near."

"THEY ARE COMING!" Nerg?i's voice echoed from atop the wall.

Wei-Ling blinked. The dragon had disappeared without a trace, and once again,
stillness reigned over the seemingly infinite fields around her.

Bracing herself for the worst, Wei-Ling collected all the items that the
dragon had given her, put them in her pockets and hurried off toward the wall.

***

The Western army had stopped abruptly some three hundred yards from the wall,
and an ominous silence spread across their ranks. Suddenly, the front line
parted, and a strange woman walked out in front of the army. Her pale,
voluptuous body swayed seductively from side to side as she walked, causing
the ornate tattoos on her thighs and stomach to undulate disturbingly.

When she had walked twenty steps, the summoner turned around and began to draw
shapes in the air with her hands. She was chanting in a strange, otherworldly
language. With each chant, her voice became darker and darker until it had
reached an inhumanly low pitch -- as if she was channeling the voice of the
stony earth itself.

Suddenly, a huge black circle appeared in the air in front of her, floating
about twenty feet above ground. Slowly, the area of the circle shifted color
and became increasingly opaque, until it resembled a vertical patch of rocky
surface. Then-

*CCRRRRRAAAACCCCKKKK!!!!*

With a deafening crack, the surface burst into rocky shards, and an enormous
creature emerged from the extra-dimensional plane. A colossal woman who seemed
to have been fashioned entirely out of rock and minerals erected herself to
her full height -- twenty feet! -- in front of her summoner. Despite the
roughness of her materials, she was still beautiful, with great eyes of
luminous crystal, heaving limestone breasts and thick thighs streaked with
volcanic patterns.

"What unholy creature is this?" Nerg?i exclaimed.

"It seems our friend has connections on the elemental planes," Shiori replied.
"In other words, we should expect three more -- for symmetry."

Just then, the circle changed color and became a blazing inferno, out of which
an even more fearsome creature emerged: a giant woman made entirely from fire,
with hair of blazing flames and eyes of molten lava. Next came a water
elemental -- a beautiful, crystalline creature with hair of sea foam and
great, swaying breasts of bubbly brine.

Finally, a ferocious gust of wind came bursting through the circle, violently
knocking down the front lines of the army and blowing up every skirt in the
entire invasion force (for a moment, the imposing army was transformed into a
great class of prissy schoolgirls, trying to smooth down their skirts over
their blinding white panty-clad crotches and butts, to the great amusement of
the three Easterners). Then, a gargantuan, ravishingly beautiful woman
seemingly made out of swirling gusts of wind appeared on the scene, buffeted
in place by a thundering vortex of storm winds.

The summoner yelled four commands in four different, equally abhorrent
languages, upon which the four elementals suddenly began to charge forward.
Behind them, although keeping a safe distance from the fantastical beings, the
army came following with loud cheers and battle cries.

Nerg?i placed an arrow on her bowstring and let it fly. It struck the water
elemental in her navel, passed straight through her body and came out through
her back, leaving not a trace of its passage. Wei-Ling loaded up the mortar
and fired an explosive shell at the earth elemental; the explosion shattered
the earth giant's well-sculpted breasts into splinters, but the magical being
simply arched its back and pushed out some of the rocks of its innards into
its chest, immediately forming a new pair of round, rocky mammaries.

"This is hopeless!" Wei-Ling cried out, but the elementals were drawing closer
by the second, and something needed to be done -- quickly!

"Here they come! Abandon the wall!" Shiori roared.

And so the Easterners leapt off the edge of the Great Wall just before the
combined force of the elements rammed it head-on. The ancient brickwork was
torn apart by the pounding masses of earth and water, and then flung
chaotically into the air by the wind following in their wake. Within minutes,
a two hundred feet wide section of the wall had been utterly obliterated, and
the legions of the West came rushing through, trampling the venerable defenses
under their feet.

"There's nowhere to go!" Shiori cried, her voice barely audible in the din of
Western triumph and destruction.

"Keep running, there's a forest just beyond the knoll!" Wei-Ling replied.

"What good'll that do? We've lost the war!" Nerg?i roared back. "I'm not going
to run like a coward when I can die on the battlefield, and at least take some
hundred of those big-breasted harlots with me in the process!"

"Don't do anything stupid, Nerg?i, it's not over yet!"

But the Mongol had made up her mind. She spun around, grabbed one of her last
five-pronged "iron-busters" from her quiver, placed it on the bowstring and
let it fly. The arrow burrowed itself into the earth elemental's belly, and
soon unfolded its extra prongs, blowing a large chunk of her midsection into
rubble, and flinging the earth giant almost fifty feet back through the air.
The elemental landed on her back, instantly regenerated her belly and stood
back up again.

"Wait a minute!" Wei-Ling suddenly cried. "This... this could actually work.
Shiori, Nerg?i, let's attract the earth elemental's attention!"

"Are you mad, Wei-Ling?" Shiori replied.

"No, just the opposite! Shiori, do you see where the air elemental is moving?"

Shiori narrowed her eyes and then she saw exactly what Wei-Ling was talking
about: the air elemental, who was bringing up the rear of the elemental
squadron, was moving in a line that would soon bring it, if only for an
instant, almost exactly fifty feet behind the earth giant.

"Air and earth -- do you see?"

"I see, I see, Wei-Ling, you're a genius," Shiori said. She unsheathed her
no-dachi and began to run into the earth elemental's field of vision. The
earth giant's crystalline eyes gleamed with bloodlust and it charged forward,
ready to squash the Japanese ant like a bug.

Nerg?i let another iron-buster fly, which burrowed straight into the earth
elemental's crotch. With an explosive *CRACK!* she castrated the massive golem
and sent it flying on a crash-course with its airy ally.

It took a second, and then the entire army realized that disaster was upon
them.

*BOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!* The meeting of the two opposed elements proved fatal to
both elementals -- chaotic gusts of wind tore the earth giant to pieces and
the immovable minerals at the center of the earth elemental began to divert
the perfectly-arranged trajectories of the air spirit's body into blind
entropy. The scattered remains of the magical beings soon joined together to
form a colossal tornado, propelled Westwards by the force of Nerg?i's original
shot -- and headed straight for the archer section of the Western army.

The archers screamed and began to run, but the tornado was faster and soon
began to rampage through their ranks. The archers were pulled shrieking into
the tornado, while the gusts ripped the red and yellow tunics from their
helpless bodies, and the debris from the earth elemental pelted their naked
limbs. Hundreds of archers were sucked into the storm, which left a trail of
discarded bows, shoes, helmets and panties on its raging course toward the
West.

"Yes! Two down, two to go!" Wei-Ling cheered.

But the trouble was far from over. The two remaining elementals were
thundering forward, leaving wide, parallell trails of flames and puddles.
Wei-Ling, Shiori and Nerg?i were forced once again to retreat.

And so they ran -- three Easterners pursued by two invulnerable giants of fire
and water, and further behind, thousands and thousands of cheering Western
soldiers.

Eventually, after scaling a hill, the three of them found their way sealed off
on the other side by a great lake. To the left and right were distant groves
of thick forest.

"So this is it," Nerg?i grunted. "I guess this is where we make our last
stand."

"Wait!" Wei-Ling suddenly exclaimed. She had suddenly remembered the two
medallions given to her by the dragon. "Compel as well as repel! What a fool
I've been!"

"What are you rambling about?" Shiroi asked, nonplussed.

"Here, take this," Wei-Ling said, handing the wave medallion to Nerg?i and the
flame medallion to Shiroi. "Hold them up!"

They did so, and suddenly the elementals stopped dead in their tracks. The
fire elemental gave up a scream that sounded like a volcanic eruption, and
covered her eyes with her blazing arms, and the waters that made up the water
elemental seemed to be whipped up into a frothy white frenzy. Instinctively,
they began to walk backwards -- repelled by the power of the medallions.

"By the horned dragons of Dornod, why didn't you tell us that you had these!?"
Shiori cried. "We could have done this much sooner!"

"I'm not used to winning battles by solving riddles, cut me some slack!"

Shiroi and Nerg?i began to walk in opposite directions, employing a pincer
strategy that soon brought the elementals almost back to back. The surrounding
soldiers began to realize what was happening, and were shrieking for
assistance.

"Take cover!"

In a perfectly synchronized maneuver, they flung their medallions at the
cornered elementals, and then dropped to the ground for cover. The elementals
turned to run, and instantly collided with each other. Fiery breasts were
mashed into boobs of salty brine, and for an instant, there was a deafening as
from a giant whistling teapot. Then, a titanic explosion of steam and heat
engulfed the field, plowing down soldiers left and right, and tossing them up
into the scalding air. The air was thick with screams as soldiers had their
tunics burned off their bodies and were steamed from tits to bush.

When the steam cleared, hundreds of soldiers lay knocked out and naked around
the crater formed by the explosion -- a sea of well-steamed white bodies,
boobs glistening and buns red from the scalding. Those closest to the crater
had lost every hair on their bodies, from gleaming scalps to hairless
privates.

"Yes! Beaten with their own elements!" Wei-Ling whooped.

Immediately, there were stirrings among the Western ranks, but they ceased
when Ritsa once again walked out in front of them, swiveling her hips in a
barbarically sensual manner. The summoner cupped her hands around her mouth
and gave up a blood-curdling, animalistic cry.

For a moment, there was almost complete silence. Then there were distant
noises of trees and bushes rustling and branches breaking, which grew louder
by the minute.

"Looks like she's turning China's own forests against us," Shiori grumbled.

"These are not the sounds of China's forests," Wei-Ling replied curtly.

Suddenly, the trees gave way and a stream of creatures came running, jumping,
skipping and sliding out of it. There were nymphs and dryads of all kinds --
forest spirits in the shapes of youthful, vivacious girls with flower wreaths
in their hair and wearing only floral vines that wrapped around their nubile
bodies like lustful snakes -- as well as elves -- tall, agile women with
pointed ears wearing cloaks and short tunics and armed with powerful-looking
bows -- and finally fairies -- one foot tall girls with butterfly wings whose
wings created a din like an oncoming swarm of locusts. In short, it was
nothing less than the combined faerie host of all the forests of Europe.

"Avert your eyes!" the summoner could be heard yelling to the troops. "These
nymphs have dangerous... charms."

"Thanks for the advice," Shiori mumbled. "Girls, you heard what she said."

Due to the chaotic nature of all faerie, the creatures were milling about and
zig-zagging across the fields in a way that made it impossible to survey the
extent of their forces -- but the horde was surely big enough to stand on its
own against just about any earthly army. The nymphs were dancing and doing
cartwheels and fairies were criss-crossing restlessly through the air like
over-sized mosquitoes, while more and more fair woodland creatures were
pouring out through the forests by the minute.

"I think we're surrounded," Nerg?i remarked.

Wei-Ling turned around. Indeed, the lake was suddenly swarming with life --
nubile naiads with aquamarine skin and frizzy seaweed hair were emerging from
the restless waters, mermaids with long, dolphin tails were doing jumps over
the waves, and a host of sirens had surfaced on the beach, singing songs so
painfully beautiful that they made nearly everyone within earshot sick with
longing and melancholy.

"Well, this is going to be a long slog," Shiori grumbled, surveying the
thousands of magical beings popping up in every direction.

"Don't worry," Wei-Ling reassured her. "I think we've got some back-up this
time."

She lifted the golden horn to her lips and blew a deep, rumbling note.

Once again, a silence fell across the battlefield. Then, a new chorus of
rustling and cracking noises appeared in the heart of the forest. A couple of
nymphs shrieked in the back of the faerie army, and were then promptly knocked
out cold. Standing over their unconscious bodies were a dozen tiny grey
humanoids with large round heads and impenetrable black eyes.

"Kodamas!" Shiori cried. "They... came to our cause. I can't believe it!"

Suddenly, a wave of the odd creatures came pouring out of the forest, bouncing
between tree trunks and down over the frightened nymphs. A new, utterly
unexpected, battle had just begun.

The nymphs turned out to be adequate fighters, but the kodamas were both
faster and smaller, making them very difficult to hit. When a nymph had
finished executing a graceful dance-like kick, the kodama had already vanished
and appeared behind her, and the nymph could do nothing to shield herself from
the impending bite or kick down below. Elsewhere, the quickly- growing swarm
of kodamas were pulling the nymphs down to the ground by their long, sensitive
hair and bouncing up and down on their pneumatic breasts and bottoms. A large
group of nymphs were surrounded on all sides, and then basically overrun by a
stream of kodamas -- which resulted in a massive sprawling hill of bobbing
grey heads and limbs, were only occasionally a slender white arm or a tousled
blond head shot out before it was forced back into the chaos.

"Come on, let's join the fray!" Shiori said. "I'm not going to stand here and
watch these noble spirits fight our battle for us!"

And so they joined in, fighting alongside the brave kodamas against the faerie
horde. Wei-Ling placed her hands around the waist of a waifish blond nymph,
spun her around in the air and brought her lovely, honey- colored crotch down
on her arched knee with a loud *CRUNCH!*, causing the girl's sapphire-colored
eyes to fall back into her head. When two willowy red-headed dryads, cornered
by oncoming kodamas, walked into her path, she simply grabbed them by their
hair, swung them around and smashed the graceful nature spirits chest-first
into each other. Two pairs of freckled, cream-colored tits were squashed like
overripe fruit -- "OOHH!!" "AAHH!!" -- before the two girls bounced apart and
fell buns-first into the cupped hands of the waiting kodamas.

Nerg?i took aim at a nearby elven regiment, involving them in a shooting
contest that ended up with the whole regiment stripped naked or near-naked, a
few of them hanging in wedgies from a nearby trees and squealing from the
pain, and their chieftain lying bent over a nearby tree trunk with a branch
from a flowering cherry tree lodged far up into her tight elven rump-hole.

Soon, the chaos was total. A legion of frog-like kappas had appeared in the
lake and were carrying on a separate battle with the naiads and mer- maids. A
nine-tailed white fox spirit was prowling the battlefield, tearing the clothes
of nymphs and elves alike, and sinking its ferocious jaws into any enemy butt
that looked particularly delectable. Nymphs were stumbling over each other and
running off in random directions before they were swallowed up by the sea of
kodamas. All the while, the Western army was nervously observing the whole
spectacle, wondering if they should perhaps join in.

Shiori was busy swinging an unusually well-endowed dryad around by her ankles
when an awe-inspiring sight appeared: a majestic elk-like being was striding
slowly across the field, with eight groaning and bare-breasted elves hanging
wedged by their skimpy rope-like undergarments from its great antlers. This,
surely, was none other than the majestic qilin, the legendary reclusive
guardian of the forests of the East. Shiori let go of the busty dryad and
bowed in front of the noble creature. The creature bowed its head slightly in
return, causing a chorus of moans as the jerky motion sent the elves' thongs
sawing into their hairless snatches and well-shaped backsides.

The battle ended faster than anyone had anticipated. The victorious kodamas
disappeared as fast as they had arrived, dragging the roundly defeated nymphs
along the ground with them toward their unknown sentences. The naked elves
were forced back the same way, nudged forward with sharp spanks and bites on
their rear ends. Further away, the fairies -- most of which had been trapped
under large nets thrown by the kodamas -- were now being dumped into an
enormous sack, which was then tied up and dragged back into the woods as well.

Near the lake, the kappas were once again marching into the murky waters,
carrying the defeated naiads and sirens over their shoulders like felled prey
(and making sure to thoroughly feel up their curvy bottoms with their scaly
hands).

***

The destruction of the faerie forces were met with panic among the Western
forces. Ritsa, however, was unfazed. All eyes were once again upon her as she
began to draw a great eldritch-looking symbol on the ground beneath her.

Suddenly, one of Isabel's priestesses pushed her way through the infantry
ranks and came up next to the summoner.

"Lady Ritsa!" the priestess cried, breathless from running. "Lady Isabel has
sent me to tell you that the symbol you have just drawn into the earth is an
unholy symbol of the highest magnitude! In the name of the true Goddess, she
commands you to stop AT ONCE-!"

The priestess was abruptly silenced -- it suddenly seemed as though her lips
had been glued together. Her eyes darted around in panic, as if imploring
someone else to help her. A moment later, an invisible force picked her up,
spun her around, and tipped her over into an obediently forward-bent position,
thereby arching her rear end so that its curves were appealingly visible even
beneath her prudish priestly robes.

"This my message to Isabel priestess," the summoner snarled in a thick
Siberian accent, just before an enormous ghostly hand appeared out of thin
air, aligned the tip of its forefinger against the thumb, and then flicked the
priestess' butt so hard that she went flying over the heads of a nearby
infantry squadron and landed face down in a pool of mud.

Indifferent to the shocked reaction of the troops, Ritsa resumed her
summoning, and the priestess stumbled off toward the camp with her dreary
message, all the while sobbing and rubbing her smarting derriere.

***

"What are we waiting for?" Nerg?i grunted, placing an arrow on her bowstring.
"Let's tear this paint-faced witch a new one before she can summon whatever
hellbeast she's about to bring about."

"Patience, Nerg?i," Shiori replied, holding out her hand. "You saw what magic
she has at her disposal. Let's proceed with caution."

"Shiroi! Nerg?i! Look!"

On a nearby hill, they could see a familiar silhouette: it was none other than
the last shieldmaiden, whom Nerg?i had stripped down to her underwear and sent
off scampering back to her superiors as a humiliating gesture. The busty
blonde was standing with her back toward the combatants, extending her arms
toward the sky in some sort of prayer.

"She's a PRIESTESS!?" Shiori exclaimed. "Nerg?i, what have you done? You
should have tied her up and locked her in a chest somewhere instead of letting
her run away like that!"

"She looked just like any other blond tart to me," Nerg?i grumbled. "Big ass,
pudding breasts, jaws hanging slack. How was I supposed to tell?"

"From now on, we don't let anyone run," Wei-Ling said. "It's hardly like
they're not getting the message."

Suddenly, in a dazzling moment that none beholding it would ever forget, the
clouds parted and a blinding light appeared in the West, like a second sun. A
rainbow lowered itself majestically from the source of the light, like a
drawbridge to some divine realm.

"I don't like the look of this," Wei-Ling murmured. "Not at all."

A line of glittering dots were moving fast along the curve of the rain- bow --
so fast, in fact, that, given the length of the heavenly arch, they had to be
traveling faster than a hurricane. Quickly, the dots aquired shape and color,
and soon, they were revealed to be fourteen women riding on the backs of
flying horses.

These were the Valkyries, Norse warrior goddesses and among the most feared
creatures in the Western pantheon. And they were indeed magnificent -- tall
enough to tower over the tallest Viking, with golden-tinted ivory skin and
long hair of polished white gold, they put everyone else in the Western horde
to shame. All fourteen of them were wearing golden, feathered helmets and
ornate, jewel-adorned breastplates that swelled impressively in the top to
accommodate their imposing bosoms, whereas their lower bodies were covered
only by a kind of tight-fitting golden leather panties, that left their
powerful thighs and a generous part of their perfect buttocks on display. Like
true goddesses, they surveyed the battlefield with disdainful eyes and and
lips contemptously curved downward.

Nerg?i placed an iron-buster on her bow and let it fly. To her dismay, the
arrow simply bounced off the valkyrie's breastplate and went spiraling off
into the distance.

In retaliation, the valkyrie raised her spear over her shoulder and threw it
with a loud battle cry. Mid-air, the tip of the spear began to crackle and
glow with blue lightning. The Mongol threw herself out of its path, but the
spear simply changed its trajectory to account for this, and managed to graze
her thigh with its electrically charged tip. With a noise as from a
thunderclap, a large section of Nerg?i's trousers were incinerated, and a
large bloody gash glared in the center of the hole.

Shiroi was next. She charged blindly on, with her no-dachi raised high over
her head. However, with a simple swing of her thunder spear, the valkyrie had
cut the mighty sword into splinters -- sending electrical shocks through its
hilt into Shiori's body so that she screamed in agony -- and with a second
swing, she had torn the Japanese warrior's breastplate right off her chest.
Finally, the mighty valkyrie shoved her foot into Shiori's belly, kicking her
like a football and sending her spinning back through the air, hoisted up her
spear and threw it at the twirling target. The spear collided with Shiori's
back with the noise of five converging thunderbolts, and singed her thoroughly
with electrical power. When the swordsmith fell to the ground, chest-first and
with her butt pointing up, all of her clothing and armor had gone up in smoke,
save for a blackened bra and a pair of sooty white panties that clung tightly
to her pert tush.

At this point, the morale on the battlefield reversed as completely as if a
pair of scales had been tipped. The Western army erupted into deafening
cheers, whereas Wei-Ling felt the pangs of dread strike her head-on like
lightning from a blue sky. So this, finally, would be the end of the battle.
An army of mere women had been one thing, but fourteen warrior goddesses from
the golden halls of Valhalla itself? They no longer stood a chance.

"Wei-Ling, please tell me the dragon gave you something against... those,"
Nerg?i cried, her voice shaky with fear.

"Let's see here... no, I don't think so. We're meant to fight them ourselves."

One of the valkyries detached herself from the main unit and began galloping
toward the Eastern warriors. This was Bramhilde, the noblest of the valkyries
and their leader. She wore a white cape that fluttered behind her like angel
wings, and the top section of her breastplate was shaped like a serpent, which
lay coiled around her enormous, heaving breasts (the biggest that Wei-Ling had
ever seen). Her hair had been fashioned into two thick blond pigtails braided
with white gemstones. She seemed to electrify the air around her and the earth
beneath her.

Marshalling every ounce of her courage, Wei-Ling lifted up "Blue Wind" to
protect herself -- but Bramhilde struck it right out of her hand with a well-
placed swing of her spear. The legendary sword -- quite possibly the last hope
of the entire East -- went flying off into the distance.

"Pitiful," Bramhilde snarled in an authoritative, booming alto voice. "Your
battle is over, ants of the East. Prepare to be ground into the dust!"

"Why are you doing this?" Wei-Ling asked. "You're not from this world. You
have no stake in this preposterous war over land and power!"

"Foolish mortal," the valkyrie leader scoffed. "We Aesir are fond of meddling
in the affairs of Midgard, and we will fight the battles of our chosen people
-- the people of the North -- if necessary."

"But your chosen people are the aggressors! We're just defending ourselves
from enslavement, torture and death! Is there no justice in your world?"

"Justice? Hah! There is nothing unjust about taking what is rightfully yours.
The only injustices in this world are cowardice and meekness, both of which
rob history of glorious bloodshed -- its best fertilizer!"

Wei-Ling turned to run, but Bramhilde was not about to let her get away that
easily. She spun around her spear and -- like someone playing horse polo --
delivered a resounding smack across the Chinese woman's ass with the
electrified tip of her spear, sending her flying before her. Wei-Ling landed
face first in the grass thirty feet away, and when she got up on all fours,
she noticed that most of her pants had been burned off, leaving her skinny
derriere protected only by a pair of butt-hugging undershorts.

She reached down to rub her smarting buns, but was shocked by the residual
electricity, and pulled away with a squeal.

"So this is what it feels like to have your ass toasted," she muttered.
"Almost feel sorry for all those Westerners now..."

The situation seemed hopeless. The Western soldiers were whooping and laughing
at their enemies' wardrobe malfunctions. As the fourteen valkyries dismounted
and came walking up toward the Easterners, the army followed close behind
them, eager not to miss a second of the massacre that was sure to follow.

Nerg?i was the first to try to stop them, but the valkyrie in the lead
impatiently knocked her out of the way with a sideways strike that caught her
squarely in the forehead, and sent her flying almost ten feet off into the
distance.

Wei-Ling saw the crackling tip of the spear descend upon her. Remembering an
ancient defense technique, she placed her hands together and rose them above
her head. She then lowered her head, awaiting her doom with admirable resolve.

CRRRACCKKK!!!

Her eyes fluttered open. The spear had been halted mid-thrust, and its wielder
was looking utterly baffled. Wei-Ling's hands, which had trapped the spear in
a makeshift noose, were suddenly aglow and crackling with blue sparks. Through
an act of pure willpower, she seemed to have transferred the enchanted
properties of the valkyrie's spear to her own hands.

Wei-Ling's heart leapt. Although she had no idea what had happened, she had a
feeling that the odds had been evened out considerably.

With a shrill battle cry, she thrust her charged fists into the massive cups
of the valkyrie's breastplate. The armour instantly burst into shards, and the
blond warrior goddess was sent flying through the air. Without her breast-
plate, the statuesque valkyrie's spectacular bosom hung freely in the air --
two great, swaying melons with salmon pink nipples -- and she was suddenly
naked except for her skimpy valkyrie panties.

"That's how you beat them! You need to steal their thunder -- literally!"

Enraged, the valkyrie retaliated by raising her spear over her head and
attempting to skewer Wei-Ling like a wild boar. Wei-Ling saw the blow coming
just in time to roll aside and avoid certain impalement.

With her spear lodged in the ground, for a brief moment the valkyrie had
nothing to defend herself with. Wei-Ling saw her chance.

A thunder-charged fist shot through the air and sank into the valkyrie's taut
midsection. The Nordic giant doubled over in pain, and Wei-Ling followed up
with a ferocious uppercut to her chin. She heard the valkyrie's jawbone creak
beneath her knuckles, and for a brief moment, fear and agony flared up in the
warrior goddess' impenetrably blue eyes.

"Here, have a taste of your own medicine!" Wei-Ling cried and covered the val-
kyrie's gorgeous face with her electrically charged hand. The immense charge
immediately caused the Asgardian's long mane to shoot up like some ragged
bush, and sent her powerful body into wild spasms. Wei-Ling tightened her
hold, and noticed with some fascination that the electricity was making the
valkyrie's massive boobs quiver like some kind of great, epileptic jellyfish.

Finally, she let go, sending the shocked, wild-haired valkyrie plummeting to
the ground with a defeated groan. Wei-Ling, sensing that victory was near,
picked up the valkyrie's discarded spear, kicked the Nordic giant's legs a bit
further apart to expose her heaving, cameltoed crotch, twirled the spear
around in the air, and finally SLAMMED the side of the lightning-kissed tip of
the spear into the valkyrie's panty-covered groin. The blunt edge passed
smoothly into the Asgardian's clearly visible slit, bringing with it a surge
of magical electricity that suddenly erupted in a ball of conjoined lightning
bolts. The flimsy little panties exploded, and the proud valkyrie gave up a
howl of pain before curling up in a ball and passing out.

The other thirteen valkyries stared at their companion, clearly in shock.
Shiori and Nerg?i were ecstatic. Against all odds, somehow, the tables had
turned.

Roaring with rage, the valkyries came thundering forth to avenge their friend.
Wei-Ling through the spear to Nerg?i, who gleefully put valkyrie steel against
valkyrie steel. Shortly thereafter, after lots of dodging and somersaulting,
she managed to swipe a second spear out of the hands of another valkyrie, and
quickly made short work of the Valhallan -- four flattening smacks to the
blond vixen's succulent boobs, three blows to her face, a shocking little
prick up her flawless booty and a final crack over the back of her head did
the trick. Going with the flow, she proceeded to throw the enchanted spear at
an on- coming valkyrie, which resulted in the speartip snagging the side of
the As- gardian's panties and bringing her body with it in its flight. When
the spear finally penetrated the trunk of a very tall tree, its slight
downward tilt soon caused the hem of the valkyrie's undergarments to slide
down along its shaft, bringing the squirming warrior goddess' wedgie'd rear
end increasingly close to the powerfully charged tip of the spear. The
valkyrie's eyes widened in alarm when she noticed what was about to happen,
but she was powerless to stop her course -- soon enough, her hefty
ivory-colored derriere lowered itself down upon the crackling tip, which began
to assault the intruding bum with thick, blue bolts of lightning. And there
the valkyrie remained, humiliatingly suspended from her panties from her own
spear, squealing to the skies as her own enchantments were quickly turning her
well-rounded Valhallan ass into barbecue.

"Wei-Ling! Nerg?i! Help me!"

Shiori's cry jolted Wei-Ling out of her schadenfreude, and she turned to look
for her friend. The Japanese warrior, who was the only one without a means to
harm her enemy, had been cornered by two valkyries, one of whom was raising
her spear for the presumed killing blow. With a mighty diagonal thrust, she
rammed the spear through Shiori's bare shoulder. Steel and lightning shot
through the swordsmith's bones and muscles, and she gave up a terrible cry
before falling helplessly to the ground. Bright red blood was bubbling up from
the wound.

Wei-Ling felt a mix of blind, white hot rage and panic well up inside her. She
rushed forth and delivered a thunder-augmented punch into the back of the
valkyrie who had dealth the blow, shattering her breastplate and sending her
soaring over the head of her companion, naked breasts standing in opposite
directions. The other valkyrie was quickly dispatched by Nerg?i, who had
managed to coat three of her iron-busters in magical electricity, and now
fired each of them off in quick succession -- THWACK! penetrating the
valkyrie's armor over her left nipple... *THWACK!* right nipple, and...
*THWACK!* navel -- before blowing every millimeter of metal and clothing off
the shocked blonde's shapely breasts and buns and sending her flying almost
vertically up into the sky...

...before she crashed back down into the earth and remained stuck -- two
splayed white legs and a bushy blond crotch sticking out of a hole in the
field like some eccentric landmark.

The valkyrie who had harmed Shiori had gotten up on all fours when Wei-Ling
walked up to her and took a firm grip around the hem of her panties.

"I'm NOT done with you yet!" Wei-Ling hissed, and proceeded to tug upwards,
causing the panties to surge up into the valkyrie's round cooch and her
curvaceous keister to arch up in response. The warrior goddess gave up a tiny
yelp, and managed to sound almost pathetically girly in the process.

Wei-Ling began to swing around the valkyrie in an exquisitely painful wedgie
carousel, swinging her faster and faster as the panties continued to climb up
into the blond giant's most sensitive orifices, and drawing even girlier yelps
from her. Finally, just as the panties began to crack, she directed the
centifugal force upward and let go, sending the valkyrie flying up into the
air, before her tits and ass succumbed to gravity and began pulling her back
down again. Meanwhile, Wei-Ling had arched her knee and placed her
sideways-tilted "knife hand" on top of it -- just where the valkyrie's crotch
was bound to fall.

*CRRUUNNKKK!!* "MMMUUURRGGHH!!"

The warm, cameltoed snatch parted its lips and allowed Wei-Ling's crackling
blue hand entry. A massive tremor passed through Wei-Ling's body as a number
of forces had their way with the statuesque blonde on her knee. Eventually,
the valkyrie fell limply off her hand and landed in a tangled pile on the
ground. Wei-Ling fired a moderately hard kick up the blonde's well-fattened
ass, but there was no response -- only two milky ass cheeks jiggling up and
down with dimishing force.

"Shiori!"

Wei-Ling rushed to the side of her companion and knelt beside her. The sword-
smith had lost a lot of blood, and was looking very pale. She was murmuring
incoherently, and seemed to be losing consciousness.

"Just hold out," Wei-Ling said tenderly, wrapping some discarded scraps of
clothing around the wound and securing it with a pair of valkyrie panties.
"I've stopped the blood now. We'll nurse you back to health, I promise, but
right now, we need to deal with a couple more of these pigtailed bitches. Be
strong -- I'll be back soon!"

Meanwhile, Nerg?i had picked up a discarded shield from a fallen valkyrie and
was using it to protect herself from an oncoming Asgardian champion. When
dodging a particularly high blow, Nerg?i dropped to her knees, flipped the
shield sideways and swung it upwards -- burying the blunt rim of the steel
shield in the mushy opening between the valkyrie's thick legs.

"NNGGUUHHH!!" the valkyrie grunted as the steel brutalized her tender
womanhood, and she fell to her knees. Nerg?i spun the shield around and
brought it down with a deafening *CLUNK!* against the back of the valkyrie's
blond head, knocking her clean out and sending her sprawled on the ground.

Wasting no time, the Mongol grabbed the fallen valkyrie's spear, took care-
ful aim, and threw it. With almost supernatural precision, the spear managed
to snag hold of the panty-like bottoms of not one, but two valkyries, and
swipe them straight off their feet. The spear made a glorious arch through the
sky, before plunging through the trunk of a great walnut tree. The two maidens
of Valhalla remained dangling from its tip by their stretched-out panties,
howling from the quickly spreading pain in their nether regions. Soon, they
noticed a strange rustling sound far below, followed by the sound of dozens of
claws scurrying up a ragged tree trunk. The victory train of the kodamas had
changed their course when they spotted the two wiggling white asses among the
treetops, and were now about to deal with the intruding rumps accordingly.

The valkyrie squadron had now been reduced to less than half of its original
size. Bramhilde gestured to her companions to stay back.

"Fortune smiles upon you, young Easterner," she said, her voice dripping with
scorn. "But remember that you have only beaten us on the ground. Let's see how
well you do against us in OUR element!"

With those words, the valkyries retreated to their horses and took off into
the air. The six warrior goddesses spurred their winged steeds and steered
into the blinding sun.

After a brief moment of confusion, the Easterners' sights now turned toward
Ritsa, who had almost completed her summoning spell. Only now did it occur to
the combatants that a strange darkness had fallen upon the battlefield. Some
energy both ancient and evil hung thick in the air, and all of it seemed to
emanate from Ritsa's circle, where the Siberian summoner was dancing wildly
with her arms raised toward the clouded skies. The air seemed to be full of
whispers that spoke of things to alien for the mind to comprehend, of eldritch
beings from another world scratching and clawing their ways through the fabric
of the universe at this very moment.

"Perversions of the natural order," Wei-Ling mumbled to herself. "Here we go."

She pulled out the golden crayon, gestured to her companions to group
together, and then -- slowly and carefully -- drew a circle into the ground
around them.

"I trust that you know what you're doing, Wei-Ling," Nerg?i said.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I haven't known what I've been doing
at any point today," Wei-Ling replied.

Suddenly, a horrifying, discordant sound echoed across the field -- a sort of
tearing, gnawing sound so utterly alien that it would haunt the nightmares of
nearly all of the combatants for years to come. A massive hole of absolute
blackness appeared in the ground in front of Ritsa. Soon thereafter, a single
gigantic tentacle emerged from the darkness.

The screams from the Western army could have been heard from miles away, and
more than a few soldiers simply dropped their arms and ran. Ritsa, however,
kept her calm, and after a while, this seemed to have a pacifying effect on
the other soldiers as well.

The summoner dropped to her knees and bowed in front of the otherworldly
entity. She remained with her forehead touching the ground, and her arms
extended in front of her.

"Oh, mighty entity from The World Beyond Dreams! Please lend your assistance
to the cause of our people, the people of the West, and crush those insolent
Easterners as per our agreement!"

The tentacle waved back and forth in the air. Suddenly, a line of enormous red
eyes burst into existence along its side, like bubbles in a cauldron. Its gaze
swept across the field, but it didn't seem to notice Wei-Ling and her
companions.

"Please, I i-implore you! They are standing o-over th-there," Ritsa continued,
suddenly beginning to stammer.

A second tentacle now appeared next to the first one, and gazed out across the
field. Once again, the Easterners seemed to be invisible to them. Suddenly,
the first tentacle lowered itself menacingly over the head of the summoner,
who scrambled nervously to her naked feet.

"Th-there seems to have b-been a mistake," Ritsa stuttered. Suddenly, the
fearsome summoner with her eldritch tattoos looked as helpless and lost as a
little girl playing dress-up in a room full of grown-ups.

The tentacle wrapped itself gently around the Siberian's ankles and lifted
her, upside down, into the air. Ritsa mumbled protests but to no avail -- as
she was hoisted higher and higher, her breechcloth fell down over her back,
exposing her smooth, painted vagina and curvy, tattooed derriere in their full
glory.

At this point, more than ten tentacles had appeared out of the otherworldly
pit, and now, finally, a grotesque lump materialized in their center. This
flesh-colored, shapeless nexus was full of smaller tendrils and gaping
circular mouths that seemed to pop in and out of existence all the time.

Ritsa was carried over to the main body, and promptly pushed headfirst into
one of the mouths. As her head disappeared in the repellent opening, two
tendrils wrapped themselves around her kicking legs and began to pull them
apart. Aghast, the Western army watched as the alien mouth sucked down the
summoner until her hips caught stuck, and only her tattooed butt and long,
slender legs were visible. The tendrils continued to pry Ritsa's legs apart
until she had been forced into the splits position, at which point they held
them firmly stuck. Two new tendrils spontaneously grew out of the main body
and lowered themselves down around the disembodied white tush. One began to
caress the summoner's privates, quickly engorging her slit, while the other
took a similar interest in her fully exposed, twitching anus. Finally, the two
tendrils plunged into the respective orifices with a sickening, slurping
sound.

This time, there was no stopping the panic that spread through the Western
ranks. Soldiers ran blindly in all directions, while the tentacles swooped
down among them, snatching up soldiers one by one, gently pulling of their
clothing like a boy pulling the wings off a fly, and finally carrying them
back to the main body. Some were dispatched in mouths similar to the one that
Ritsa had ended up in, whereas others were arranged by four tendrils into an X
shape, and violated out in the open. Some were tipped over the side of a
larger tentacle with their butts sticking up and spanked by the smaller
tendrils, whereas others were swallowed up entirely by strange gelatinous
balls and whisked off to unknown forms of torture in the creature's interior.

When a group of Isabel's priestesses came forth to repel the creature with
their holy symbols, a tentacle simply gathered them up in one bundle, carried
them over to the main body and dropped them in a shrieking pile on its
surface. Smaller tendrils instantly surfaced and began to tear off their white
robes and undergarments until the chaste, untouchable priestesses suddenly
stood there with their perky breasts and unmentionables on full display, like
a line of sex slaves at an auction.

Tendrils with circular mouths grew up around their legs and sucked them down
until they were buried thigh-high in the creature's fleshy interior. Then, a
set of similar tendrils appeared overhead and sucked up their heads and arms
-- effectively turning the priestesses, who were only visible from their
armpits to their thighs, into a set of pornographic-looking headless busts.
New tendrils began to caress their jiggling white breasts, and suddenly
latched on to their nipples for some unknown reason, while others set about
exploring their untouched sexes and the sweet, tiny holes hidden between their
delectable snow white buns.

Even the valkyries were no match for this beast from another world. The Nordic
warrior goddesses found themselves too close to the calamity and attempted to
change their course, but the tentacles proved faster even than the Asgardian
steeds. Two shapely blondes were snatched out of their saddles and brought
back to the main body, where a great maw appeared in the middle -- revealing a
vast network of slimy tunnels coursing through its nightmarish interior. Each
tunnel seemed to be different -- one had walls covered entirely with long,
hairy tongues, whereas another seemed to be filled with some sort of glue and
a third one was ringed with spikes in both ends. The valkyrie stared down at
the labyrinth, aghast, while tendrils carefully removed their breastplates and
snipped off their panties. Then, an extra large tendril delivered a sharp lash
to the warrior goddesses' pert, naked asses, sending them tumbling down into
the network with terrified screams. The walls of the maw then grew back
together, like a mouth closing, plunging the interior back into darkness just
as the valkyries were about to slide feet-first into the tunnel of hungy,
hungry tongues...

***

The appearance of the otherworldly beast caused even Mariana LeFoy to recoil
in horror. Lady Ophelia looked less deterred, swinging Feycalibur back and
forth like a squire eager to run into battle.

"Doomsday is upon us," Lady Isabel stammered, pale as a ghost. "My order will
have to make atonement for decades in order to make up for this. Cursed be the
name of Ritsa and all summoners! How could the Goddess possibly smile upon our
quest now?"

"Do you think there is any way to... persuade this being into obeying our
wishes?" the Duchess Vittoria purred, placing a hand on Mariana's shoulder.
"Think about it -- we would be the most powerful force on earth!"

"At this stage, I highly doubt it," the sorceress replied. "And even if it
were possible, the only one who can communicate with the beast is currently
being... serviced in all seven orifices by it."

"Then there is only one thing left to do," Lady Ophelia said melodramatically.
"Destiny is calling upon me to do my part. You all saw how the Lady of the
Lake appointed ME to bear the hallowed blade of Feycalibur, recognizing my
superiority even among my enviable peers. I will slay this beast, and then I
will slay the remaining Easterners. So it is written. IT IS WRITTEN!"

The white knight stepped forth and raised her blade toward the sky. The wind
rippled through her white skirt, and her long, golden pigtails were dancing
around her upward-tilted head. Mariana smiled affectionately, but somewhat
sadly. Even though she had great faith in her champion, she knew that hubris
was getting the best of her. To let the white knight, even armed with possibly
the most powerful sword in existence, march against this monster from another
dimension would be like offering up a delicious treat wrapped up in a pretty
bow. The sorceress let her gaze rest on Ophelia's exquisitely well-shaped rear
end, as her skirt fluttered up to reveal a hint of smooth ivory-colored
buttock, and imagined the thrill with which a perverted tentacle might have
its sadistic way with it. No, this was an ass that she couldn't expend so
cheaply -- not at this stage, at least.

"You will do no such thing, Lady Ophelia," the sorceress cooed, sliding up to
her champion and smoothing down the wind-blown skirt over her pert derriere
with an almost motherly touch. "We will weather the storm, and then we will
act."

***

"Well, that does it," Nerg?i mumbled. "Once you've seen an amorphous,
screeching, outer-dimensional tentacle monster the size of the Pleasure Dome
of Kublai Khan wreak havoc on thousands of naked women, you've pretty much
seen it all."

"Nerg?i -- watch out!!"

The valkyries had returned, seemingly out of nowhere. Before the Mongolian had
time to react, a spear came bursting through her left abdomen.

"By the tree of Bai-Ulgan, they got me!" Nerg?i remarked without seeming to be
all that bothered by it. She dropped to her knees and held her hands to the
wound. Wei-Ling pulled out the spear -- it was slathered in black blood.
Nerg?i wobbled back up on her feet, but Wei-Ling gently pushed her back down.

"Listen, Nerg?i," Wei-Ling said, picking up a pair of discarded valkyrie
panties and hastily using them to bandage the wound, "I know you want to
finish this battle with me, but if you try to fight in this condition, you
will die. Find a shady spot and nurse your wounds. I will go after the
valkyries alone, and then come back to you."

"If you think I'm... just going to sit by... after this, you're... sorely
mistaken!" Nerg?i groaned, trying not to look down at her blood-stained
bandages.

"Please, Nerg?i," Wei-Ling implored her. "No heroic sacrifices. I need you for
the final battle against Mariana and her henchmen."

Nerg?i gave up a defeated grunt, and then sat back down on the ground.
Wei-Ling patted her on the shoulder, and then mounted one of the flying horses
standing idly by, gave it a good kick and set off into the skies.

It didn't take long for her to spot the four supersonic silver flashes, riding
in a line up ahead. Wei-Ling closed in on the valkyrie who had injured Nerg?i,
who was riding last. The flying horses were riding at such unimaginable speeds
that the world around the riders seemed little more than a blur, and great
fiery sparks stood around the horses' galloping hooves.

When the time was right, Wei-Ling aligned her horse diagonally behind the
valkyrie's, stood up straight in the saddle, and took a single step onto the
other horse's back. The valkyrie had still not noticed her presence. Without
making as much as a vibration, Wei-Ling sat down on the horse (with her back
facing the valkyrie), reached over her shoulders to grab hold of the
Valhallan's long, golden pigtails, and then promptly judo-threw the baffled
warrior goddess over her head. The valkyrie made an arch through the air and
fell upside-down into the air behind her steed, whose flaming hooves quickly
closed in on her.

*BUH-DUUMM!!* The hooves struck the thrown-off rider squarely in her rear end,
imprinting the mark of its adamant-covered horseshoes permanently on her ripe,
snow white buttocks, and sending her rocketing off into the distance like a
missile warhead. Wei-Ling looked beneath herself and caught a glimpse of a
discarded breastplate and a pair of tiny panties floating down through the
clouds -- the power of the horse's kick had been so immense that the valkyrie
had flown straight out of her clothes.

Wei-Ling calmly turned around and steered the horse toward Bramhilde and her
remaining two goons. The latter were riding side to side, with only a five
feet distance between each other. Observing this, Wei-Ling instantly knew what
to do.

She pulled down the reins to her winged steed, signaling that she wanted it to
ascend higher. When she had reached her desired height, she spurred the horse
onward, slowly gaining upon the two valkyries until she was positioned
directly above them. At this point, she proceeded to lower her horse down
until she had fit herself into the narrow space between the valkyries' horses.

The valkyries turned her heads in alarm, but they were too slow -- Wei-Ling
had already managed to swipe the left one's spear right out of her hands, and
immediately shocked the other valkyrie's spear-hand with its electrified tip,
causing her to drop her weapon with a howl. Both valkyries disarmed, Wei-Ling
let her thunder-kissed spear dance left and right, blowing off chunks of
breastplate in both directions until the buxom Asgardians were left shivering
in their skimpy, rump-hugging undergarments, with their luxurious boobs
jiggling violently in the oncoming wind.

"This is impossible!" one of the valkyries stammered. "Clearly, this under-
fed wench must be in league with Loki himself to defeat us so easily!"

"I'm actually not," Wei-Ling replied. "I'm just one step ahead of you all."

With those words, she grabbed the valkyries by their long, graceful braids and
began to slow down her horse, allowing the other two horses to gallop off from
under their riders' curvy white butts. Soon, the valkyries were dangling
helplessly in the air, and their eyes began to dart wildly around, looking for
help.

However, Wei-Ling was not in the mood for mercy, and unceremoniously dropped
her cargo into the clouds below. With girlish shrieks, the valkyries succumbed
to gravity, plunging feet-first through the clouds with their Valhalla-
proportioned tits pointing upward like malfunctioning compass needles.

Only one valkyrie remained now -- the imposing Bramhilde, who was riding alone
up ahead, her cape flowing behind her like great white wings. Wei-Ling had
planned take her by surprise, but her plan was foiled when the valkyrie threw
a quick glance over her shoulder and immediately saw how the game had changed.

With a tug and a kick, Bramhilde made a 360-degree turn and thundered forward,
engaging Wei-Ling in a spectacular game of chicken race. Both women spurred
their horses on, each expanding like an oncoming meteor in the other's field
of vision, until finally the horses passed each other in the span of a
thousandth of a second, at which point both combatants threw themselves out of
their saddles and into each other's arms.

The two women -- mortal and demigoddess, Easterner and Westerner -- fell
through the clouds in an intertwined mass, kicking and scratching each others'
bodies all the way down. As the ground was fast approaching, a shivering dia-
gonal sheet of green, Wei-Ling managed, with a Herculean effort, to twist
Bramhilde's body around so that the valkyrie's body would absorb the blow,
only moments before they hit the ground.

WHAMMMM!!!

When Wei-Ling came back to her senses, she found herself at the bottom of a
deep crater, staring up at a circle of blue sky. She disattached her head from
the cleft between two giant white melons -- just as she had planned, she had
been able to use the valkyrie's mammoth bosom as a crash pillow -- and stood
up on shaky legs.

Suddenly, a powerful arm grabbed Wei-Ling from below and threw her twenty feet
into the air, sending her flying out of the crater and landing on her hands
and knees in the grass beside it. A moment later, the valkyrie landed
gracefully on the ground further away. The meteoric fall hadn't even left her
with a scratch -- merely torn the sides of her cape and left long grey ash
streaks on her thighs and plump buttocks.

"Thanks for absorbing my fall," Wei-Ling said with a malific grin.

"I barely felt it," Bramhilde sneered. "That should give you some idea of what
you're up against."

"Well, I agree that it's an uneven battle -- you being immortal and all that
-- but I feel considerably more confident after schooling thirteen of your
sisters. How much worse could you be?"

"Amusing," the valkyrie replied, cracking her knuckles. "Oh, how amusing. Your
lack of humility will make your death so much more satisfying."

"I'll shove those braids up your big butt and send you back to Valhalla in a
pile, you pompous cow."

"And being immortal, I would just come back again."

"True. But even then, history will always know that I shoved your braids up
your butt and sent you back to Valhalla in a pile."

Bramhilde's face darkened for a moment, but she quickly regained her
composure. She loosened the scabbard with her great jewel-adorned sword, held
it up and then threw it on the ground.

"I was planning to make this quick, but I've changed my mind," she said,
grinning broadly. "I want to take my time with you. I will tear you limb from
limb using only my hands."

"Then shut up and come at me, because unlike you, I haven't got all day," Wei-
Ling snapped.

The valkyrie lunged forward -- faster than Wei-Ling had expected -- and socked
the Easterner hard in the gut. Wei-Ling felt as if her innards had been
squeezed into an aching mush, and she bent over to catch her breath. Bright
blots were already dancing before her eyes. Next, Bramhilde put her in a
steady bear hug, lifted her feet off the ground, and began to squeeze the air
out of her lungs.

"Nggaahhh!!" Wei-Ling protested, flapping her arms helplessly as her brain
began to go numb from lack of oxygen. The hold went on for an agonizingly long
period of time, until the valkyrie abruptly dropped her prey knee-first onto
the ground, resulting in two sickening *CRACK*s as hot explosions of absolute
pain shot through the Easterner's kneecaps.

"ARRRHHHHH!!! NOT THE KNEEEES!!" Wei-Ling roared, nearly seeing double from
the excruciating pain.

"Believe me, mortal, this pain will seem like heaven compared to what you will
experience shortly," Bramhilde boomed from what seemed like kilometers above
her. Soon thereafter, a boot came crashing down into Wei-Ling's back,
*THWUMP!* -- once -- *THWAMP!* -- twice -- *SCHWACK!* -- three times, sucking
every ounce of fighting spirit straight out of her feeble frame.

The valkyrie bent down next to her enemy's heaving body and lifted up her
head. Here, Wei-Ling suddenly noticed something that she hadn't seen before:
unlike the other valkyries, Bramhilde was wearing a thick, golden girdle
inscribed with runes.

"Oh, this?" Bramhilde laughed, noticing the object of her attention. "This
girdle was given to me by the dark elves of Svartalfheim. Not only does it
bestow upon its wearer superhuman strength, but it is also unbreakable.
However-" here she tightened her grip around Wei-Ling's throat, "-don't get
any stupid thoughts. It can ONLY be worn by a valkyrie."

The beginning of an idea popped into Wei-Ling's tired, oxygen-deprived brain,
but it was quickly extinguished when Bramhilde rammed her face into the
ground, nearly knocking her out cold. Wei-Ling floated on the edge of
consciousness for about a minute, and then laboriously lifted her head to see
the blurry, curvy outline of Bramhilde standing with her back turned toward
her.

"Now what shall I do next?" the valkyrie mused aloud to herself. "Shall I
pummel you to death with my fists? No, there's no *finesse* to that. Shall I
bend you backwards over my knee until your spine snaps like a dry twig? No,
that's too abrupt. Shall I trample you alive under the hooves of my noble
steed? No, that would rob me of personally getting to administer the killing
blow. *I* know -- I will carry you back to Valhalla and drag you around the
great hall of Odin from my horse! That way, I- wait, what?"

Bramhilde had suddenly become acutely aware of a draft around her naked mid-
riff. She looked down and noticed that her girdle was gone. Spinning around in
disbelief, she found herself face to face with Wei-Ling, who was smiling
triumphantly. The next moment, the Easterner had gathered up the valkyries'
wrists and tied them up securely with her own unbreakable girdle.

"IMPOSSIBLE," Bramhilde declared, too stunned for verbosity.

"No, this is really happening," Wei-Ling replied, just before she fired off a
perfectly-aimed punch to the valkyrie's face, which--

*BWAMP*

--bounced off harmlessly from its target. Wei-Ling looked down at her hand,
which had stopped glowing. The enchantment seemed to be gone -- once again the
valkyrie was invulnerable.

"Well, damn," Wei-Ling said, shortly before Bramhilde headbutted her so hard
that she thought her cranium was going to burst open. The Easterner fell flat
on her butt, and scampered away on all fours, nursing her pounding head.

"Guess I have to find something that can hurt you, then," she murmured, and
crawled over to the valkyrie's discarded scabbard, which she picked up. She
unsheathed the sword. Its blade was crackling with the same electricity that
her hands had lost.

"Fool! Even in this state, you are powerless to defeat me!" Bramhilde boomed,
although her voice had lost a good deal of its former authority. She charged
forth, jutting out her shoulder, with the intention of tackling the smaller
woman to the ground. Wei-Ling, however, simply stepped aside, cutting off the
valkyrie's cape as she thundered past. The great white mantle was caught by
the wind and fluttered away.

Like a raging bull, Bramhilde made a full turn and charged again. And like a
matador, Wei-Ling simply stepped aside and administered a new blow to the
"bull", this time slashing her breastplate clean off. When Bramhilde spun
around again, she found herself perfectly naked, save for her skimpy white
bottom.

Wei-Ling couldn't help but chuckling at the amusing sight -- the great,
statuesque warrior goddess roaring and red-faced with impotent fury, hands
squirming against their indestructible bondage, and all the while, her two
gargantuan white breasts jiggling with her every move.

"Wow, with those bazongas I bet you're very popular among the boys in Val-
halla," Wei-Ling chuckled. "Perhaps even the local floozy?"

Enraged, Bramhile stormed forth a third time. This time, Wei-Ling snipped off
her last piece of clothing, baring the valkyrie's rear end and proud, blond
bush.

"How about it, Jiggle-boobs?" Wei-Ling continued. "Are you really going to
tell me that Thor never gave those big old tits a good squeeze when he walked
past you? That Frey never gave that fat white bum a good pinch while no one
was looking?"

"You're signing your own death warrant, you maggot!" Bramhilde cried, and
charged blindly on, this time employing her head as a ram. Wei-Ling, however,
dropped down on her back and waited for the right moment, at which point she
plunged her feet into the charging valkyrie's taut stomach and sent her
wheeling over her head. The valkyrie landed clumsily on her back and quickly
scrambled to her hands and knees, involuntarily jutting out her luxurious
backside in the process.

"Now you're simply asking for it," the Easterner laughed, and delivered a
resounding smack across the warrior goddess' pearly white buns with the broad
side of her sword. With the sound of a thunderclap, steel and electricity
vibrated through the shapely rump, and when Wei-Ling withdrew the sword, both
buttocks were already glowing like a lantern.

"OOOHHHHHH!!" Bramhilde moaned, and performed an impromptu dance in front of
her laughing adversary. Her red ass jiggled up and down as she flew around,
and Wei-Ling thought she could spy a tiny blue flame shooting out of the
vibrating cavity between her well-proportioned buttocks.

"Fire down below!" Wei-Ling cried, nearly bending over double with laughter.

"OOHH!! OOWW!! You're laughing now... EEK!!" Bramhilde panted as she tried to
outrun the pain in her blushing bottom, "But remember... OOWW!! ... I'll just
come back again... EEK!!... and again... OOHH!!... and again!!"

"Doesn't mean I can't have fun right at the moment, does it?" Wei-Ling
replied, just before tripping the valkyrie back down to the ground with a
well-placed swing of the sword. The buxom Asgardian landed on all fours, with
her legs sufficiently spread to give her opponent a generous view of her
impressive blond bush.

"Let's get a better view of that prime Valhallan cooch," the Easterner
chuckled, and moved the tip of her blade between the parted ivory thighs until
it came to a rest against the thick lips of the valkyrie's golden snatch.
Immediately, the curly pubic hair caught fire and burned down like a thousand
fuses, pricking the skin of the blond titan's pussy like a thousand tiny
explosions. When the whole bush had gone up in smoke, Bramhilde's gleaming
snatch was on full display, as white and smooth as the day she was born.

With an ear-piercing howl, the valkyrie flew to her feet, but Wei-Ling was not
about to let her off that easily. She grabbed hold of the warrior goddess'
pigtails and pulled them hard, causing the blond Goliath to ricochet back and
fall flat on her crimson ass. With a well-placed cut, she severed the proud
valkyrie's pigtails, gathered them up and used them to tie the Valhallan's
ankles together.

She stepped back to admire the sight: the great Bramhilde, sitting obediently
on her butt, great, swaying breasts jutting out, with her hands tied behind
her back like some common criminal. The proud valkyrie was actually pouting,
and at this moment she resembled so much a naughty child, that Wei-Ling
couldn't resist the impulse to treat her accordingly.

She sat down on the ground and pulled the blond titan -- who was twice her
size -- over her legs. By arching her knees, the valkyrie's juicy white booty
was pushed up and its curves further accentuated.

"Looks like the little girl from Ass-gard got her ass into a bit of trouble,"
Wei-Ling said, raising up the sword and preparing for the first smack. "And
now she's in dire need of a good, sound spanking."

"You wouldn't dare! If you lay one hand on my bottom, I will-" *BBZZZTHWACK!*
"OOOHHHHHH!!!"

"Who said anything about hands?"

Once again, the lightning-charged blade lashed against the jelly-like
buttocks, leaving a crackling residue of electricity that hovered like a cloud
around the shapely posterior. Each lash increased the electrical force, as
well as the pitch of the valkyrie's howls and sobs, until -- after the
thirtieth spank -- a huge blue flame engulfed the well-whipped rump,
illuminating the entire meadow with its glow. A second later, the flame
vanished, leaving the warrior goddess's backside covered with a thick layer of
soot, and emanating a plume of black smoke that could be seen from a mile
away.

Bramhilde was bawling like a baby, and Wei-Ling understood that her work was
done. She slung the helpless valkyrie over her shoulder like a felled deer,
breathing in the smell of her well-roasted buns, and then began walking back
in the direction of the other, much greater, plume of smoke emanating from the
battlefield.

***

When Wei-Ling returned to the location where she had left her friends, she was
surprised to find all thirteen of the other valkyries heaped on top of each
other in a great pile of ivory limbs and plump curves. She smiled as she
thought of her friend the dragon, who had clearly been interpreting his
promise "not to interfere" in the war very loosely.

She took out the last remaining item that she had been given -- the
calligraphy scroll -- and unfolded it. As she did so, a slender golden
calligraphy brush fell out.

" 'If you find yourself with an immortal enemy on your hands'," Wei-Ling re-
peated to herself. She looked around for something to paint on, but there was
nothing in sight, save the pile of groaning, humbled warrior goddesses.

Entrapment. Of course.

Working at a brisk pace (for there was no knowing when the Valhallans would
regain their energy and gang up on her again), she pulled out a half-conscious
valkyrie and draped her over her knee, thereby arching her plump rear end to
its best advantage. She then began to decorate the smooth buttocks with the
florid curls, lines and dots of the ancient symbol. When she was finished, she
put the valkyrie aside and began with a new one.

When all thirteen asses had been neatly branded with the ancient entrapment
symbol, strange things began to happen. One by one, the valkyries began to
levitate, until their bodies were forming a wide circle in the air. At this
point, the buxom blondes instantly regained consciousness, and began to squirm
against their invisible bondage. Slowly, the circle began to rotate, causing
the top-heavy warrior goddesses to tip forward, until each of them were lying
down and staring into the feet of the valkyrie before her.

The circle continued to rotate, picking up the pace until the blond giants
were flung around like streamers on a carousel. Soon, the circle began to
constrict, shrinking the spaces between the valkyries until they were forced
into contact with each other. Faces were kicked red by the feet in front of
them, and they retaliated by biting or headbutting the feet. Soon, the circle
had shrunk so dramatically that the forced contact became extremely intimate
-- fingers were sunk into protesting mouths, heads were buried in other
valkyries' damp yellow crotches, noses were forced into wiggling, snow white
rumps. Soon, the valkyries were forming one long, writhing ribbon of jiggling
pink-crested tits, spread-legged crotches with mouths cupped around them,
arched creamy white asses with their pink, winking openings on full display,
and pigtailed blond heads peeking out here and there.

"Ooohh!!" "AAAHH!!" "Get your tongue out of there!!" "Mmmpphhhggghh!!"
"EEEK!!" "Move your butt!" "OOHHH!!" "Mmmppggh cawwnnt breathppgghh!!" "N-NOT
IN THERE!!"

Suddenly, a blinding flash of light caused Wei-Ling to shield her eyes. When
she removed her hand, the sight that met her eyes was so unexpected that she
barely could believe it.

A large, circular shield adorned with the character for "Triumph" was floating
in the air above her head. Its outer rim was composed of the ring of the
intertwined bodies of the valkyries, who had been frozen in the exact position
that she had last seen them, shrunken down and transformed into solid gold.
Wei-Ling pulled down the shield and spun it around in her hands, examining in
stunned disbelief the baroque braid of gilded curvy flesh, and running a
finger along the undulations of perky breasts, spread legs and round,
protruding rear ends.

"As I said: a more obedient form," a familiar voice boomed from behind her.

Wei-Ling spun around and once again found herself face to face with the
dragon.

"This is... an interesting solution," Wei-Ling said, still a bit stunned. "A
bit draconic, perhaps, if you pardon the pun. I guess this means they're gone
forever?"

"Not at all, child," the dragon replied. "Their souls have merely been trapped
in the gold for an indefinite period of time. There are ways to release them,
if I should desire it. But considering the crime that they've committed by
meddling so carelessly in the affairs of mortals, I see no reason why they
should be released within the current geological age, at least."

Wei-Ling smiled and examined the shield again. Indeed, those Asgardian
trouble- makers were put to much better use as decoration on a good, sturdy
shield.

Their eyes now turned to Bramhilde, who had witnessed the punishment bestowed
upon her soldiers with absolute mortification. The statuesque blonde
immediately tried to turn around and run, but she seemed to be somehow
paralyzed in her current position, and could only squirm uselessly.

"And what plans do you have in store for this naughty madam?" Wei-Ling asked,
but -- not too surprisingly -- the dragon had vanished as fast as he had came.

Wei-Ling walked up behind the towering head valkyrie and began to draw the
dread character across the curvaceous, pearly white bum.

"You will pay for this, mortal," Bramhilde growled as the calligraphy brush
gently caressed her tender backside from left to right and from up to down.
"When I am released, I will chase you across all the planes until I have my
revenge!"

"Just shut up and take your punishment, jelly-buns," Wei-Ling replied, as she
prepared to apply the finishing touch. She gently spread the well-fattened
buttocks to reveal Bramhilde's tight, rosy anal cavity and dipped the tip of
the brush into the narrow little cave, painting it black and thereby creating
the final dot in the symbol.

Immediately, the chief valkyrie floated up into the air and remained suspended
there. Suddenly, a thin ribbon of light appeared on her body, extending from
her ravished anus along her perineum and ending in the center of her bulging
snatch. Bramhilde twisted her head and looked over her shoulder, and upon
seeing the curious phenomenon, gave up a short shriek and placed her hands
protectively on her buttocks like a girl who has just been goosed. Suddenly, a
crystalline wall of light shot out of the valkyrie's lower body and struck the
ground beneath her. As the structure continued to grow out of her nether
regions, Bramhilde was soon lifted from the ground, and remained attached to
the top of the quickly growing pillar like the ball on a flagpole.

A flash of light blinded Wei-Ling, and when she looked out again, another
surprise had been prepared for her.

An extravagant Chinese sword was sticking out of the ground. The curved golden
handle was made up of Bramhilde's body in the same undignified pose that
Wei-Ling had last seen her -- her naked legs were extended straight down on
each side of the blade, her hands were still resting on her half-separated ass
cheeks, and her face was looking down over her shoulder with wide eyes and her
mouth pursed in a dainty little 'O'. Her bimbo-like surprise at finding a
sword growing out of her tush was so comical that Wei-Ling couldn't resist
chuckling.

Wei-Ling wrapped her hand around the valkyrie's body and pulled the sword out
of the earth. The natural way to grip the sword was to wrap one's fingers
around Bramhilde's slightly forward-bent stomach, so that one's pinky finger
enveloped her frozen upward-pointing tits and the thumb was jammed firmly into
the cleft of her great, golden arse.

"As much as I miss "Blue Wind", this thing lets me squeeze a real valkyrie's
tits and shove my thumb up her ass every time I go to battle," Wei-Ling
chuckled. "Fantastic."

Suddenly, a faint squeal could be heard from the nearby bushes. Wei-Ling
quickly rushed over to investigate, and found none other than Sif -- the
Nordic priestess and summoner of the valkyries -- standing paralyzed among the
weeds.

"Wh-what have you done to them?" she stammered, her face ashen.

"The valkyries? I turned their naughty, meddling butts into gold, that's what.
Serves them right for causing trouble on earth."

A trumpet blast echoed across the clearing, causing both Wei-Ling and Sif to
turn their heads toward the battlefield in surprise. Some kilometers away,
Mariana's forces (or what was left on them) were on the move.

Wei-Ling sighed, and let the Bramhilde-sword fall to the ground. The warrior
spirit was still burning brightly in her heart, but she knew that if she were
to pursue the Western army at this stage, she would be doomed to fall on the
battlefield. "Blue Wind" was the proof of Wei-Ling's pact with the gods, as
was her alliance with Nerg?i and Shiori. This was not the time for hubris, she
could imagine the dragon whispering sagely in her ear. This was the time to
nurse her friends back to health, and recover the artifact bestowed upon her
by the gods.

However, it was also the time to do something else. Without wasting a second,
she turned to the Scandinavian priestess, tore her clothing from her curvy
body, bent her over her knee and proceeded to spank her pert white ass purple.

***

"A victory for the ages! The West has trampled the East beneath its heel! All
hail Lady Mariana the Conqueror, who has accomplished what even Alexander of
Macedon could not!"

The light from the setting sun illuminated the banners of the West so that
they glew like flames against the smoke-blackened sky. Not even the fact that
nearly half of the Western army had been abducted by the monstrosity from
another world (and were in fact still missing) could dilute the high spirits
among its ranks.

"Rejoice! The Goddess smiles upon our quest again!" Lady Isabel twittered, her
eyes glowing with religious fervour.

Amidst all this gaiety, and apart from it, walked the sorceress herself. Al-
though she knew that if she too were to smile and look triumphant, morale
would reach unprecedented heights, she could not disregard the suspicion that
the enemy was still out there somewhere.

"Truly, it seems that fortune has smiled upon us after all," she said, holding
her head up high, "but to make completely sure, I shall send out a squadron of
my best markswomen to locate the corpses of the three Eastern warriors who
held out for so long."

"My lady, you cannot be serious!" Ophelia said brashly. "The time for caution
is past. Victory is ours, and we shall soon claim the spoils!"

"Nevertheless, it must be done. Captain Broussard, you will lead the unit.
Search every glen and every marsh, and turn over every rock. I want all three
of the Easterners' heads by tomorrow morning."

The captain of the archers, a strict-looking, tall brunette with cold blue
eyes, saluted her leader in French, and immediately set off to prepare her
unit for departure. Unlike the other archers, captain Broussard wore a golden,
spiked helmet, a shorter tunic that ended halfway down her thighs, as well as
a pair of very tight brown riding pants that showcased every line and curve of
her round bottom.

Ten minutes later, a group of ten archers on horseback set off in the
direction of the closest forest, just as the last rays of the sun glinted off
their helmets and disappeared.

TO BE CONTINUED