Here Be Ninjas: A FutaFuntasy!

Story by Team ANF

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:149: Hello, everybody! I've been lurking around here for quite a while, so this is my official unlurking. I unlurk gleefully, and with a story! Certain people who have met Team ANF and its various members elsewhere are probably expecting vicious tales of horrible humiliation at the hands of evil be-dicked ladies, but (sorry!) this is more of a fantasy-ish, light-hearted kind of thing. I'm not even sure it will have watersports. YES I KNOW. I'M SORRY. I was feeling like it! But don't worry, nasty grossness will probably be forthcoming some unrelated one-shots, sometime.

Enough of that. What will happen in this story (sooner or later) is any gender on any other gender sex, as long as at least one of the genders has both boobies and a wingly wang, or can at least grow one. Magically! So, if you think Futa on Male is the pukes, you might want to skip some later parts. This, though, is just the prologue and has just a little sex, and there's no males involved. So chill, huh? Oh, yeah, one thing: There's gonna be incest. Actually, due to the setting, there's probably going to be lots of that in the first few chapters. Cousins, at least. Here it's aunt and niece. If you can take that, let's go!

Here Be Ninjas

A FutaFuntasy

Prologue

A long time ago, back when the world was still flat and the stars were tiny holes poked in God's dark canopy, people--at least those who cared about such things--had a much livelier opinion of the great unknown. 'Hic sunt dragones,' they wrote in the great blank spots on their crude, sketchy maps. Here be dragons. After all, who knew what was really out there? The wide and far-flung lands of the Earth were largely unexplored, and anything was possible. You might fall off the rim, or find the doorway to the underworld. Dragons, therefore, were an entirely reasonable proposition. After a century or two, people concluded after much exploration that there weren't any where they lived, but supposedly the Orient, the far east, was still teeming with them, as well as many other creatures and wonders. The far east itself was nearly bursting with myths and legends, tales of spirits and ogre demons, bird people and tree spirits, stories of silent, shadowy warriors--legendary ninja--so skilled and deadly that they could defeat an army on their own, using their bare fists, trickery and magic. Foxes turning into beautiful women and seducing men. Octopi, spirit-possessed, just as lustful but more savage, rising up out of the lakes and taking women by force. Gurus and monks harnessing the inner energy of their bodies, mastering the yin and the yang, to achieve enlightenment and magical powers via meditation or tantric lovemaking. At least some of these many tales just had to be true, people thought. Again, some hundred years later, they were forced to abandon those beliefs too, and nowadays it's all fly-by aerial photography, high resolution satellite images, applied anthropology and dry history books. The blank spots have gone; the only places left unexplored and uncartographed are the oceans and the arctics. Magical swords have disappeared from the real world, and ogres and tengu scrape out a pitiful existence as short-lived videogame enemies, twenty dead during one short, bored trip on the subway, felled by the pixillated, glowing sword of a blocky 'magical' ninja who is just as imaginary. After all, ninja were really just regular martial arts fighters wearing lots of black. Read any serious book on the subject.

Of course, even with the world explored and completely de-mystified, having a highly detailed satellite photo of some remote part of the earth doesn't mean you've been there. A forest is a just forest, a lake is just a lake, a mountain a mountain. You haven't trekked up shoddy, rocky paths, several days on foot, far away from anything that could pass as a road. You haven't actually tried to sleep in the forest you're looking at, on that photo, perhaps wondering just what kind of animal lives in a place so ancient and remote. You haven't encountered distrustful, taciturn villagers and rice farmers in the valleys leading up to the craggy mountains, growing ever more grumpy and aggressive the higher up you went, nearing the large, secluded plateau, dense with trees and small lakes, the ever-present rock faces overrun with old caves. In short,

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