Vikings in Japan
by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se
Two Japanese warriors have to fend off a raid by female Vikings.


Hanako and Nagami were sword fighting on the hill when they spotted the ship.
Sliding fast and swan-like through the bay, it was the most foreign-looking object 
they had ever seen -- a large almond-shaped boat with a single striped sail, and
what looked like a long row of round copper-colored shields adorning each side of
it. Even stranger was the front of the ship, which had been built to resemble
a massive dragon's head, its mouth gaping wide as if about to spit flames.

"Look," Hanako uttered, dropping her sword into the grass.

"It must be from another country," Nagami said. "Although none that I am familiar
with."

"Then they could be enemies," Hanako said. "Let's be cautious."

The two of them quickly ducked into the underbrush and sneaked down the hill
until they reached a hiding place with a good view of the shore. If the foreigners
were indeed hostile, they would soon reach the village where Hanako and Nagami's
families lived, which had just recovered from a bandit attack and had virtually
no militia left to defend it. This was something both Hanako and Nagami were
painfully aware of, and they were going to do everything in their power to prevent
it from happening.

The curious ship slowed to a drifting pace, and eventually stopped about a hundred
feet from the shore. Then, a large number of human forms began dropping into the
water from both sides of the vessel, and begun to wade ashore.

"Look at their clothing," Hanako said, nudging her friend.

The foreigners really did look bizarre. The first invader to reach the shore was
an imposing woman, probably close to two metres in height, with a pinkish-white
skin color. Her eyes were a watery, penetrating blue and her hair yellow like hay. 
To make things even stranger, her hair had been braided into two long tails which 
reached all the way down to her massive bust. She was wearing a metal helmet with 
two curved horns reaching out from the sides, and a chainmail tunic reaching down 
to her knees, and was carrying a large, wide-edged axe in her clenched fists.

There were fifteen of them altogether, all of them women and equally curious-
looking. Hanako and Nagami realized that, since they were all armed to the teeth,
diplomatic negotiations would probably be fruitless. Yet, it was worth an attempt.

And so, the two young Japanese warriors emerged from the underbrush and walked
up to address the foreigners.

The tall, statuesque women on the shore stared at them for several minutes in
disbelief. The physical contrast couldn't be greater: Hanako and Nagami were
short and slim, with flat figures, squirrel-like eyes and dark, pointy features. 
The invaders were creamy and voluptuous, full of soft, dramatic curves
and with almost a babyish quality to their thick, pouty lips, bright eyes and
dazed facial expressions.

"Greetings!" Nagami shouted, awaiting a response. None came. "Do you understand
my language?" she tried again.

The blond women were talking to each other, and some of them were smiling with
a devious gleam in their eyes. One of them, whose helm was adorned with golden
feathers instead of horns, suddenly begun walking toward them with slow,
triumphant steps.

"I guess this must be their leader," Hanako said calmly.

Suddenly, without warning, the white-skinned woman raised her spear and threw
it with all her might toward the two Japanese women. The spear spun through
the air, sunlight glinting off its tip, before landing a few inches away from
Nagami's heel.

The other blond women raised their weapons in the air and begun shouting and
laughing.

"I suppose this means war, then?" Hanako said, looking at Nagami. Nagami nodded,
then reached into her belt and pulled out her wakizashi.

Moments later, the strange invaders came rushing at them. Hanako and Nagami
assumed their battle stances. The first curvy blond giant to reach them was
holding a massive battle hammer raised over her head, when suddenly a blade
sliced through the air, causing the head of the hammer to plummet into the grass.

The viking woman stared at the harmless rod in her hand in a mix of disbelief and
horror. Then, as she looked up, a foot connected sharply with her face, sending
her flying back and landing on her ample hindquarters. A split second later,
the same foot landed three more whip-hard kicks to her cheeks and nose, finally 
causing the blond invader's blue eyes to roll back into their sockets. Nagami then 
knocked out the Norsewoman cold with a clean punch to the face, causing her to 
collapse into a pile of pink flesh and chainmail.

"That was easy!" Nagami cried triumphantly to Hanako, who had already knocked down
another, slightly younger, Norsewoman, sat down promptly on her bulging chest,
and was now busy violently punching her squealing face from side to side like a
metronome.

Hanako heard something stir behind her and spun around, coming face to face with
another doll-faced berserker, this one obviously intimidated by Hanako's skill with
the sword and timidly keeping her guard. Hanako stared deep into the Norsewoman's 
nervous blue eyes, and then made three well-placed cuts with her sword -- first
cleaving her tunic along the width, then along the length, and finally whisking it
off into the distance, leaving the baffled warrior's plump pink body completely 
naked.

Hanako laughed when she saw the tiny yellow triangle between the Norsewoman's
thick thighs, and called out to Nagami: "They're even yellow between the legs!"

The frightened Caucasian turned to run, but Hanako promptly caught hold of her
braids and pulled them as hard as she could, causing the blond warrior to 
bounce back and fall hard on her well-fattened rump with a helpless squeal. 
Hanako then picked up a discarded shield from the grass and slammed it into 
the Norsewoman's face once, twice, three times, four times -- until finally 
her eyes glazed over and she toppled over without moving.

"I could do this all day!" Hanako said, wiping sweat from her brow, and looked
over to see how Nagami was doing. Her friend had forced a Norsewoman down
to her hands and knees and were riding her like a horse, pulling at her braids
and smacking her teasingly on the behind. The blond warrior's eyes were wide
with shock and humiliation, and she gave up a high-pitched squeal every time
Nagami pulled at her braids. But suddenly Hanako spotted another Norsewoman,
a rare specimen with flaming red hair, quickly advancing upon her friend from
behind, with a warhammer raised high over her head.

Acting on a whim, Hanako nimbly crept up behind the fire-haired menace, and
snatched hold of her wrists, eventually wrestling the hammer out of the
Norsewoman's hands. She then gave the invader a hard kick in the back,
rocketing her forward, and used this short window of time to take careful
aim, before finally pounding the hammer with all her force into the horned
woman's round, protruding backside. The massive impact vibrated gloriously
through Hanako's entire body, and the resounding blow sent pieces of
chainmail flying in every direction. The Norsewoman remained standing, as
if paralyzed, for about five seconds without making a sound, and then
produced a soft, barely audible whimper before sliding down into a pile
on the ground, with her hands cupped around her brutalized ass.

"Hanako, look out!" Nagami yelled.

Hanako looked over her shoulder just in time to see two enraged Norsewomen --
these two big-breasted and wide-hipped even by Nordic standards -- come
charging at her, yelling their foreign battle cries. Nagami threw her the
wakizashi, which Hanako snatched mid-air before rolling nimbly between the
biggest Norsewoman's legs, jumping to her feet on the other side, and
delivering two swift cuts over each of her shoulders. One moment later,
a narrow stripe appeared on the back of each of the blond warriors' tunics,
running from the collar to the bottom of the skirt, and two seconds later
the entire garments had slipped quietly to the ground.

By the time that the buxom Nordic giants had turned around in alarm, Hanako
had picked up a discarded Viking spear, which she was now spinning in her
agile hands like a quarterstaff. With an ear-piercing battle cry, she
leaped at the paralyzed Norsewomen, whose blue eyes were shot wide open 
with terror and who now seemed only half as big as they had seemed only 
a moment ago.

SMASH! WHACK! CRACK! THUD! CRASH! SMACK! went the blunt-edged weapon as
it went haywire on the whimpering valkyries' soft big bodies, whacking
their thick thighs, plunging into their wide pink midriffs, flattening
their balloon-like tits like pancakes, and whipping the daylights out 
of their wide Scandinavian rumps. After nearly a minute of Viking-
spanking mayhem, the two voluptuous berserkers went staggering off
toward the sight of their ship, red-faced and sobbing while rubbing
their swollen chests and rear ends, but were quickly brought tit-first
to the ground again as Hanako swept their ankles aside with her staff,
and delivering a final blow to each of their backsides -- these ones
landing vertically on their targets, so that they passed perfectly
between their thick buns and strapped the innermost area of their burning
bums. Each hit was met with an agonized girlish wail from the
mass of tangled blond hair near the ground, which Hanako took as a 
sign that her work was done.

"Hey, how are you doing over there?" Hanako shouted to her friend, who
was currently holding two fairly small Norsewomen by their dissheveled
yellow hair and repeatedly whacking their faces into each other with
loud thuds.

"I'm having the time of my life!" Nagami shouted back, still smashing
the increasingly submissive barbarians' faces into each other, "these
brutes look tough and imposing, but under the surface they're as 
soft as a bunch of milk maidens who squeal when they see a rat!" Finally,
she let go of her captives, letting them drop limp to the ground,
with large black rings circling each half-open eye.

By now, the two ferocious swordswomen had decimated nearly two-thirds of
the Viking crew. Next in line was the Viking chieftain herself, who
had drawn her golden sword and was now standing with her feet defiantly
apart, her chin raised and her icy blue eyes fixed on the two Japanese
girls with great contempt.

"I think it's high time we taught this melon-breasted tart a well-earned
lesson!" Nagami growled.

"You're right," Hanako said with a smile, "I want her braids on my wall
after all she's done!"

The chieftain held her guard as the two Asians approached, then charged
forward and tackled Hanako hard in the chest. The impact sent the small
woman flying four feet back and landing on her back in the grass.
Meanwhile, Nagami had circled around the Aryan giant and grabbed the
top of her armor from behind. With a quick snip of the wakizashi,
the armor had come partially loose, so that when the chieftain landed
a paralyzing punch into Nagami's midsection, the warrior ripped the entire
tunic off before she was knocked hard to the ground.

Hanako was already up and running when the voluptuous Norsewoman was
suddenly deprived of her clothing, and left in only a pair of bear fur
undergarments -- most of which had snugly found its way up between 
her tightly pressed, circular buttocks. The Japanese warrior took a
cat-like leap and landed on the chieftain's back, where she wrapped
her arms around the white woman's neck and her legs around her waist.
The Norsewoman began flailing and squirming to throw her off, but to no 
avail. Hanako clung to her opponent, and eventually managed to force her 
down on her hands and knees.

"If you behave like an animal I'm going to ride you like one," Hanako 
hissed into the growling blond warrior's ear before letting go of her neck 
and beginning to pull her braids like reins. The Norsewoman was scrambling 
around on all fours now, desperately trying to shake off her rider, as 
Hanako kept delivering sharp kicks to her breasts and midsection.

Nagami was observing from a bit further away, laughing loudly at the comic 
sight, when she finally spotted a discarded spear lying on  the beach. She 
threw a quick glance at the remaining five Vikings, all of whom were standing 
back and looking scared, and then picked up the spear. She then walked up to 
the chieftain, who had exhausted herself and had stopped her rampage to catch 
her breath, her plump white bottom heaving with each exhalation.

"Need some help with your horse?" Nagami asked.

"Yes please!" Hanako replied, grinning wide when she saw what her friend had 
in store.

Nagami jabbed the tip of the spear into the exact, fur-covered center of the 
Scandinavian woman's ample backside.

"EEEEE!!" the chieftain squealed and begun walking forward on all fours again, 
as the two Japanese warriors laughed mischievously. Nagami gave her another 
jab, which caused the Norsewoman to trot faster. They were now approaching a 
small grass-covered ridge, with a large dark foxhole gaping in its center.

"Aim for the foxhole!" Nagami cried as she began jabbing faster, each time 
bringing forth a loud yelp from the barbarian. Finally, the Norsewoman plunged 
headfirst into the hole, and the yelps were replaced by muffled noises coming 
from beneath the earth. 

"This is what happens when you try to pillage defenseless villages, you un-
civilized, jelly-breasted harlot!" Nagami shouted as she continued to prick the 
sharp point into the squirming Vikingess' big, plush white bottom until she
had crawled so far into the hole that her hips had caught stuck and the only
thing visible was her bum and a pair of waving legs.

Suddenly, it seemed as if the ground beneath Hanako and Nagami was moving. 
They soon realized that it was full of huge red ants milling about in each 
direction. Apparently, destroying the abandoned foxhole had also collapsed an 
adjacent colony of fire ants. Hanako, who had been sitting down, flew up with 
an "ooh" when she felt twenty pairs of ant jaws sink into her unprotected tush.

"We should get out of their way," Nagami suggested, pulling Hanako's arm. Soon 
it became obvious that the army of ants were headed straight toward the Norse 
chieftain's lower body.

Hanako looked at Nagami, who smiled evilly. Hanako then carefully tip-toed over 
to the Vikingess' squirming body and eased her fur panties down to her ankles, 
fully exposing her firm Scandinavian-proportioned ass and her defenseless blond 
snatch. Soon the fire ants had reached all the way up to the chieftain's most 
sensitive parts, and her muffled squeals intensified as the furious insects begun 
feasting on her thick thighs, buttocks, perineum, cooch and even disappearing 
into her tiny pink rear-hole.

"Oooohh, that bottom will be burning when they're done with it," Hanako said, 
rubbing her own backside. "Think she'll be sitting down any time soon?"

"No, and it serves that war-mongering trollop just right!" Nagami replied. "Come 
on, let's finish off the rest of these girl-women before they run away!"

Two of the remaining Norsewomen had tried to sneak up on Hanako and Nagami, but 
as soon as their intended victims turned around, they froze in their positions, 
screamed and turned to run. Thinking on her feet, Hanako picked up the chieftain's 
round shield and threw it like a frisbee, striking the taller of the Norsewomen 
right in the pits of her knees. The blond warrior wailed with pain, fell over
backwards and landed on her back like a defenseless turtle. Hanako triumphantly 
walked up to her, turned around and dropped her sharp butt down onto the Vikingess' 
shocked face -- SLAM! -- instantly knocking her out.

By the time Hanako had incapacitated her opponent, Nagami had already outrun hers 
and tripped her to the ground. The curvy Vikingess had gotten up on all fours and 
tried to crawl away, inadvertently exposing her most vulnerable parts to her enemy. 
It took only a well-placed kick to her unprotected groin before the blond warrior 
had to roll over on her back, whimpering and clutching her privates. Nagami could 
now easily repeat Hanako's practical butt drop maneuver, and -- WHACK! -- another
Vikingess was down for the count.

The remaining three Vikings were a sorry sight. Two of them were standing so far at 
the back Hanako thought they were about to rush out into the ocean so as to not 
have to face down the Japanese defenders. The only one showing some sort of fighting 
spirit was a red-haired, freckle-faced young Norsewoman -- and an unusually 
attractive one, it had to be said -- who was following Hanako and Nagami's every move 
with her intense blue eyes.

"Want to split the remaining ones?" Hanako asked. "I take this one and you go check 
on the cowards over there?"

"Sounds good to me!" Nagami said and begun walking over to the other two Vikingesses.

"Finally I get to spend my time alone with one of you," Hanako said to the un-
comprehending Norsewoman, before nonchalantly swiping the axe out of her hands, 
grabbing the redhead by the waist and brusquely tipping her over her knee. "This is 
something I've been aching to do for a while now."

She flipped up the skirt of the Scandinavian woman's tunic, exposing her pale, 
freckled rear, and then begun spanking it thoroughly with the barbarian's own axe. 
The plump buttocks quivered with each blow, and it took only five smacks before the 
Vikingess was squealing and sobbing from the severe bottom-strapping.

"It just struck me," Nagami shouted to her friend, just after landing a particularly 
hard swat on the wailing European's bouncing red ass, "do you think nature gave these 
tarts such big and round behinds so that they would be particularly fun to spank?"

"Well, I certainly can't think of any better use for them," Hanako replied.

The last two Norsewomen stood huddled together, trembling with fear. They were 
noticeably younger than the rest of the group -- two scrawny blond maidens who could 
not have been a day older than fifteen. As Hanako walked up to them, they began 
shrinking away even further.

With a few simple cuts, Hanako had reduced their poorly made armour into two piles of 
metal scraps, leaving the young girls as nude as the day they were born. Blushing, the 
girls quickly covered up their breasts and crotches in order to preserve at least an 
ounce of dignity.

"This is almost too easy," Hanako mumbled, when she suddenly noticed that a gaggle 
of the older children from the village were standing a bit further away, watching 
them with wide eyes.

"Children, come over here!" she cried out.

The children approached warily.

"See these two girls?" Hanako said, pointing at the blushing, nubile blondes. 
"They've been really, really bad. In fact, they were going to pillage our village,
steal our crops and gold, and maybe kill us all. But fortunately, Nagami and I 
managed to capture them, and now I think you'd agree that they need to be taught
a good lesson. And you know what? I think you children have what it takes to 
take on the challenge. Don't you?"

The children looked at Hanako in disbelief for a few moments, but then started to 
smile and laugh mischievously. Hanako could see the two young Vikingesses looking
at each other with fear in their eyes.

"Very well, I give them to you," Hanako said, and stepped aside.

Immediately, the kids begun arming themselves with sticks and rocks and other small 
objects. A few boys took out their slingshots. As soon as the two Scandinavian 
beauties turned to run, there was a loud swishing noise, and a moment later a sharp 
pebble connected hard with one of the girls' firm rosy buttocks. The other girl 
proved to be even less lucky -- a second later a similar pebble plunged so far up 
between her tight ass cheeks that it caught stuck.

Soon thereafter, the two naked Vikingesses were running screaming down the beach 
with the whole gaggle of cheering children in hot pursuit, bombarding their backs, 
legs and jiggling white buns with everything from pebbles to branches to discarded 
Viking equipment. 

***

The battle was over, and the Vikings had been soundly beaten. After watching the
children chase the two youngest Vikingesses back and forth across the beach for
a good twenty minutes, Hanako turned to Nagami and said:

"Well, that was invigorating. But what do we do with them now?"

"We should leave that judgment to the local magistrate," Nagami answered. "Let's 
bring them to the village and wait for him to arrive."

The two warriors promptly got up and begun cleaning up the battlefield. When they
had collected all of the Vikings' armor and weapons in a neat pile, they gathered
all of the fifteen Norsewomen, stripped them of any clothing they might have left
on, and finally tied their hands behind their backs using a single roll of rope.
Hanako then grabbed one end of the rope and begun leading the line of stripped,
bruised and dissheveled Vikingesses up the hill to the village.

***

When the magistrate arrived, he was in for a shock. In the tiny village square, 
fifteen naked, buxom white women were sitting down in an almost comically neat 
row, with their hands and legs carefully tied and their mouths gagged to keep them 
from talking or screaming. Some of them were squirming uncomfortably, as if
sitting on their naked behinds caused them great pain.

"Well," the old magistrate said after thinking long and hard, "since there is no
prison in the village in which to place them, I am a loss about what to do with
these strange women."

"Perhaps we could keep them as cattle?" Hanako suggested jokingly, squatting
next to one of the prisoners (it was the chieftain, whose facial expression
revealed that sitting on her ant-bitten ass was still excruciatingly painful
for her) and weighing each of her firm mammaries in her hands. "They certainly
have the right anatomy for milking. Nagami, maybe we've finally found their
purpose?"

She grabbed the busty Norsewoman's nipples and begun yanking at them forcefully,
as if milking a cow. Nothing happened (except that the Vikingess squirmed even
more uncomfortably). "Evidently not," Hanako said disappointedly and let the 
elongated nipples snap back into the blonde's creamy tits.

"I suppose that leaves us no other option than to let them go," said the 
magistrate, who was an uncomprimising pacifist.

"That would be letting them off too easy," Nagami said. "We should keep them
around at least until winter so that they can work in the rice fields. That
would take some work off the villagers' hands, as well."

"Well, I suppose that could work," the magistrate said, pondering. "But there 
are just too many of them. If we'd let them work freely, what is there to 
prevent them from turning on us again? And where would they sleep?"

"Oh, we have quite a number of stables and pig pens in the village, I assure
you," Nagami said with a grin. "As for watching them, just leave that part to 
Hanako and myself."

***

And so, the next six months, the fifteen Norsewomen were made to work every
day in the rice fields, under Hanako and Nagami's close surveillance. Hanako 
had seen to that the only clothes available to them were tiny loincloths and 
straw hats, and so that became their work uniform. Pretty soon, the Nordic 
captives' creamy skin had been replaced by a hot shade of orange. 

Every once in a while, the children of the village would gather in the bushes
nearby and watch the foreigners from afar. They would nearly always bring 
their blowguns and slingshots, and wait quietly for the right moment. Then,
whenever one of the busty Europeans bent over at the waist, unknowingly
mooning the kids in the process, they'd spring into action. A moment later,
Hanako and Nagami would be alerted by a high-pitched squeal, only to be
greeted by the familiar sight of a curvy white rump sticking up from a tuft
of rice plants, with a cluster of tiny darts embedded in its glistening 
cheeks.

THE END