"Mmmm, this fare ain't too bad! Sure, there's damn rabbit food in the dumplings and I didn't even get a fortune cookie...but that waitress girl was pretty nice. And those strong thighs of hers... Ah, she'd be a good addition to our crew as a chef. Mmmnph! But damn, these buns are bussin'! In my bouth! With shoup! She really knows her stuff...vegetables aside."

Enykins might not be one for oriental dishes or the healthy bits in them but even someone as brutish as her could taste the attention and care that had gone into preparing each mouthful she took; humming and dancing a little jig between her huge bites, blissfully ignorant of the looks she received from others earlier. Not that many had the courage to speak with the looming girl, her vajra-sharp teeth shown in her mirthful grin before looking around with those equally intimidating eyes of hers.

Good food was never a downside but she was on an important mission! One that led her to an old dusty village on the outskirts. Somewhere that no one had lived in years, giving her ample time to finish up her dumpling snack while she searched for her objective. Though if the details of her task were accurate, then she wouldn't be searching for very long. If anything-

"You. Big girl who's been tailin' me for the longest. Say what's on your mind or get lost already. Not one for fans and followers."

Her quarry would find her first, the soft tak-tak of geta alerting Enykins to the woman who had circled behind her. Stark pink hair tied in an enviable style. A pretty face with a biting expression...minus an eye. The garb of a wandering samurai that hid another secret beneath a sleeve. And...a jiggling set of breasts that jutted forward with just as much confidence, the sharp-toothed girl groping her own pillowy chest in quiet comparison before she grinned. "A tiddy-bit bigger than hers, hehe~" Still, that was all the confirmation she needed; this was the person she sought.

"Y'know...you're kinda slippery to keep up with. Following your hair wasn't even much help and I was awfully confused when you'd just dip and disappear. But I guess your fanbase just loves that terse side of ya and- Waitwaitwait, am I rambling?! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll cut to the chase, just please come back! I can't do another tailing sequeeeeeeeence!" Seeing the samurai already turning to go in the opposite direction, Enykins dashed after her before she could disappear from sight. Luckily, the pink-haired swordswoman had a modicum of patience to pause and wait for the flustered girl but it was obvious that she wasn't going to suffer much more idle chatter.

"Cut to the chase an' quit wasting my time."

The large girl flinched as though she had been cut. She bit on her thumbnail for a brief second but straightened to her full height, pumping out her bouncing breasts and speaking her business properly. "It's a delight to meet 'the' Baiken. I'm Enykins. Wendigo and First Mate under Captain Neph of the beloved ship, the Gilded Lure. More importantly at hand, my Captain knows of your proficiency and battle prowess and would like to meet with you to discuss possible employment. Traversing the stars requires a battle-ready crew and he believes your skills could sharpen those of our numbers. Even if...our numbers are currently kinda small. But the Captain did say you might prefer an emptier ship. So! Will you accompany me back for a good meal and a chat?"

"Not interested. I don't fight for no one but myself and I ain’t interested in bein' a pirate. Huh. Figured I’d only be sayin’ that once this lifetime.” The pink-haired samurai called Baiken didn’t need to mull over the offer presented, having already gone through this song and dance before with another pirate. Surprisingly, the wendigo didn’t kick up a fuss or begin blubbering despite the answer she was given; she only scratched her head and whistled beneath her breath, trying to figure out her next plan of action. “Eiyooooo… Well, can’t say I’m not used to taking an L here and there. The details did say you’re a difficult person to sway with words...”

But rather than offer a farewell or simply part ways, those noisy flip-flops flip-flopped their way closer to the scowling samurai, a wily grin revealing those gleaming fangs as that wobbling bosom stopped a few paces before her. Rather than look discouraged, Enykins appeared keen for something more as she smirked at the warrior. Even Baiken could feel the roiling anticipation coming off her as her hand braced near her hilt. “But…I ain’t the first mate for nothing. Captain might be better with words but I’m confident- Damn confident that my fists and strength could change your mind. Can’t let you just walk away without tryin’ everything, y’know? So what say you, chief. Flight? Or fight~? ”

The curt busty swordswoman was quiet. She knew all too well when a duel was about to erupt; the wind was stirring, the animals and fauna had gone quiet, and with daunting bolts of lightning creeping across the eager wendigo, it was clear just how she planned to change her answer. And while Baiken certainly had no reason to entertain the offer any further, there was something…infectious about that gathering lust for battle; something that let her return that smile and add to the gathering tension in the space between them. “Heh. Can’t believe I’m letting myself get suckered into this. Make this worth my time, wendigo.”

“But of course! I wouldn’t dream of giving you of all people any less. Now…Let’s ROCK!”

Baiken was fast and furious. That much was obvious from the second combat had begun with the defensive Enykins was forced on, the first mate deflecting strike after vicious strike to keep a closed distance between them. But unlike the handful of swordsmen and samurai she had faced in other places, the pink-haired fighter had more than one trick up her sleeve. And from…wherever the hell that tatami mat came from, Enykins hissing like a feral beast the first time it crashed on her head! But the first mate was made of sterner stuff herself and more, scarcely missing her opportunities to push back and deny her opponent a chance to break free of her own assault.

But in one moment of hesitation or stagger, the fight might be concluded in a flash! Like that clawed hand reaching out from the wendigo to rend her opponent asunder and claim victory, Enykin’s greater size appears to lend her a winning advantage! But before those flashing predatory eyes and lashing fists, Baiken had no fear or worry as the attack came. No matter how powerful or fast it was, it wouldn’t hit its mark. Not when her own deadly skills and senses were honed to a point, leaving the first mate speechless as her rending strike flies over the samurai closing in! Enykins was more than familiar with Iaido swordsmanship; she had engaged against many who used it and could even anticipate the blade before it left the sheath!

Sure, she could see where Baiken intended to strike and already put up as much of a defense as possible but… against the malevolent power behind her next blow and the sheer swiftness of the attack, there was not much else Enykins could do against it. Not when she was still factoring in the speed and the fact that her opponent was already sheathing her sword past her.

Not to mention that a big girl like her, despite having such tough skin, was going to fly for a bit because of her lacking defenses. Luckily, most of the structures around were decrepit and old. Unfortunately, most would be reduced to piles and rubbles once she impacted them, slowing down her impromptu flight until she finally came to a halt, ending up head over heels with a groan. “Eiyoooooo…”

“Garyou Tensei? Well, aren’t you tough?”

“C-Captain? Lemme just…owowowow, wow, that smarts…”

“Move slow for now. You might split in two after an attack like that, even if you did block it. I’m kidding, I’m kidding, I’m kidding, please stop crying, First Mate.”

It took the wendigo a good bit of effort before she rose to her feet, obviously a little worse for wear on her wobbly legs but alright in the long run. “Sorry for that awful showing. Baiken’s…a little harder than I thought to handle…”

”Baiken is a…final boss who has existed way before the En Era Cosmos and you are still learning. I’m surprised you were able to hold your own for that long. Either way, you are aware that Baiken’s possible crew enlistment was my duty, right?”

“...I’m sorry, Captain. Wanted to- Ow! Bring home the bacon. And take a little off your plate.”

”The only bacon I need you to bring back home is your fat butt. However, the thoughtfulness is…acknowledged, Enykins. Now find your sharptooth self back to the Lure before things go unpredictably wrong in ways I couldn’t possibly see coming from down the river. I’m…still learning how to operate the Crew Caller so no shortcuts back yet. Captain out.”

Fairly portentous words aside, the buxom wendigo nodded fervently before preparing what for sure to be a bit of a trek. Being sore but in good spirits, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad! Tak-tak. But she knew the sound of those geta, turning around to see the busty samurai she had tailed all around. Looking a great deal pleased and even somewhat spotless after their scrap as opposed to keeping that scowling look. Something that gave Enykins a feeling of pride if their engagement was any bit worthwhile for her. “You. Samurai lady who sent me flying. Speak your victory quote thingie or what have you. Then…I gotta trek to make back to my ship.”

“Then I’ll make this quick.” The feeling of that rather friendly hand on her shoulder nearly made the voluptuous wendigo jump, the distance between her and Baiken suddenly much shorter than they’d ever been. It was an…uncommon gesture from the snappy samurai and that slight smile that left her even more perturbed, letting Baiken have the floor. And she’d gladly take it. And much much more. “You put up a good fight for an excitable ghost, wendigo, or whatever the hell you are. But right now…you’re lookin’ like a mighty fine repast after that fight~”

That was easily enough to make Enykins panic and attempt to pull away! Only to find an iron vice for a grip stopping her, the one-armed warrior calmly pulling the fat chested wendigo closer and closer with a knowing grin before it splits open into a salivating abyss. That warm breath on her face serves to inflame her escape but to no avail once that tongue laps across her cheek, her peculiar flavor garnering a hum of approval from the samurai before she yanks her own quarry closer. Easily stuffing the wendigo’s face into her wet maw, savoring how big a meal Enykins is sure to be before taking the first of many swallows.

The wendigo bulges out of that tight gullet as she’s forced down, feeling that elastic tautness steadily hinder her efforts to break free. But nothing was as destructive as the one voice in her head; the one that enjoyed these situations far too much for her own good. With that meek voice still trying to creep in, the first mate’s focus continues to falter more and more! Especially as her own massive breasts reached Baiken’s lips, gradually squashed down and utterly inundated in drool before they’d slip down her tight throat next. Such crushing pressure on the fat trembling lumps going down might’ve been somewhat uncomfortable but for Enykins, it was always a blissful sensation! Even as more of her was, concernedly, slipping into the woman’s rather snug insides.

It was an equally delectable moment for Baiken, slowly slurping up those wild monochromatic tresses like squid-ink spaghetti and leaving her unfortunate opponent drenched in the neverending falls of slobber. At the very least, it’d help such an immense meal glide down much easier and with that ample derriere looming closer with each noisy gulp, she would take as much help as she could get! And what a sumptuous feast it was, those roomy pants doing nothing to obscure more of the wendigo’s enticing taste or that bountiful backside of hers as it filled out her cheeks. Meaty, soft, and practically made to be swallowed up; for someone who was effectively a carnivorous being, Enykins was a little too scrumptious!

Not that it presented a problem for the victorious swordswoman, a single hand on that expansive butt being all she needed to force all that ass into her throat. One deafening swallow later and there were only those flip-flopped feet kicking about outside Baiken’s mouth. So much of her former opponent was tightly packed inside her swollen belly at this point that some parts were shining from being stretched taut, showing her bodacious figure shuffling and struggling against her clenching hot confines. Each frantic punch or kick (or slash or dust) was powerless at breaking free or disrupting her pleasure, merely giving Baiken an enjoyable sensation in her gut as she smirked down at the panicking wendigo. Of course, Enykins wasn’t entirely inside yet and she planned to change that very soon. With a pluck of both flops, the last of the First Mate vanished, those black-nailed feet disappearing past Baiken’s lips and down into her stomach with a slurp of finality!

Inside the stuffed stomach of the satisfied samurai, it was a tempestuous place: insufferably hot, a sticky mess filling with tingling acids, oppressive walls pushing and wrestling against her prey and the rising sounds of a gurgling belly ready to begin churn whatever meat had landed within. Enykins was truly in a terrifying place, her full size a hindrance as that tight gut squeezed around her buxom form. Even outside, she could feel Baiken's hand drifting her across her squashed tits and flattened ass, obviously quite proud of both her win and her catch! And the strangest part? The wendigo was enjoying the attention and the bitingly blissful sensation of feeling her body soften underneath the gastric assault!

“A-Aaahn~ A final boss…? She's such a *badass*... And she's digesting me~!!”

“Y'know, I can't hear ya but I can figure you might be asking me to let you out. But…you should know the answer to that, fatty ghost…thing.”

Baiken slapped that huge defenseless ass in response to those muffled remarks, chuckling at the meek yelp from her hefty meal. **Her** victory after this cocky wendigo challenged her to a battle. “When a warrior draws their blade or issues a duel to me, I'm simply not one to back down. You asked for this so I don't want to hear any regrets about your fate.~” The stretched surface of her warm belly erupted in a flurry of frantic bulges, the pink-haired samurai smirking down at the pitiful struggling of the First Mate, blissfully unaware of the wendigo’s deteriorating mind. Only of her softening form amidst the deafening churning under her hand.

“Yup~ Struggle all you want. My stomach's more than capable of handling someone like you!”

With the buxom form of that ghoul or whatever steadily being reduced to a gooier form beneath her own heavy bust, Baiken was free to resume her own business. Most importantly, the state of her sword, the swordsman still quietly surprised that someone could take one of her strongest attacks and still get up, let alone have such impervious flesh to snap her blade. Too bad, it wouldn't do much against the sloshing tides constantly eating away at her, Baiken taking a moment to bonk what was left of the wendigo irritably. “Damn, that's annoying. You said your ship was a Lure or whatnot? You better hope your Captain buddy is there…”

Taking a second to steady her stance, the one-armed fighter began to swagger off towards the distance, her bouncing chest thrust ahead alongside her full groaning stomach. With such a proud strut, it was unlikely anyone she might encounter would want to catch her attention. Not unless they'd like to join her most recent challenger.~

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“Damn. Is it really…all gold? That's gaudy as hell. Surprised no one's robbed it blind yet.” Baiken stood before a massive galleon, thankful that evening was approaching lest she be blinded by the full gold coating it boasted. Such an overbright vessel would draw far too much attention for her liking. And she could only imagine who would captain such a loud ship…

“They try. They just don't get far. Ship defenses and all that. And then there's me but I'm not a bragging type, mhm.”

The Captain of the Gilded Lure was a small sort; a tanuki, sure, but one that likely held his title for a reason despite his size. Whatever intimidation he might have presented was mitigated by the basket of odd knickknacks he held at his side, however. And the fact that those tired eyes were unashamedly sweeping over this samurai's rather…bodacious form showed he wasn't infallible to an exceptionally pleasant form. “But I'm Captain Neph, blah blah, you heard the spiel. This isn't how I planned to encounter you but, uh, Enykins is- Was the first mate for a reason. Anyway, how can I help you?”

With a free hand, the small tanuki snatched the flip-flops out of the air, instantly recognizing who they belonged to. “Those were hers. Figured you'd want those back for whatever reason. She was a pretty interesting spat; little rough around the edges but she's got something. I'm not looking for a fight currently so…I'm out.” Baiken was already beginning to swagger off into the sunset, her message delivered and her day ending on a rather satisfying note.

“Wait a second, if you would. I needed these for something very important.” The one-eyed samurai turned around to see the Captain dipped low in a bow, those flip-flops added to his basket for his future plans. “In my honor of the Tanuki clan, I, Neph Mis, wish to repay you within my power, Baiken. Please, let me take you as a guest aboard my…gaudy ship. Perhaps I could have your sword repaired? It's the least I could do since my crewmate broke it.”

While a kind request, Baiken was immediately wary of what the tired-eyed tanuki offered. She has said nothing of that long gone wendigo or her broken katana yet the Captain knew everything that transpired. She has encountered far too many beings like that to know they had ulterior motives behind their kindness. “Not interested. Like I told that girl, I'm not interested in joining a pirate-”

“Actually, I merely wanted to share libations and food from a grill. I've been blessed with some of my home’s finest sake for our maiden voyage; some stole first place from a few unknowing human contests, from what some of my relatives take pride in. I believe they referred to them as…Daiginjo?”

“...Maybe I could see just how much of this thing really is gold, anyway. That's still a flashy name for a flashy ship.” Neph watched the surly samurai saunter past, grateful to have a guest and following along. But before they would enter the deck, the tanuki paused in his following, prompting Baiken to look back over her shoulder at her host.

“Eh? What's up? You plannin’ something funny?”

“I won't say I'm not but…she filled you out quite well, mhm. Might need an outfit resizing, too.” The slight flush on that face didn't go unnoticed by the pink-haired fighter but he hadn't spoken softly, his gaze none-too-subtly sweeping over those bandaged curves, thighs bursting with more plumpness and in need of being tied once again lest they snap in her next battle. Her massive bust had only grown even more bountiful after absorbing all of the wendigo, straining against her top and threatening to burst free if she swaggered again.

But as opposed to being flustered over the attention, Baiken reveled in her bodacious new figure and how well the first mate had filled her out. “Quite well?” That sole hand went down to brush back her sleeve, properly revealing just a cheek of that fattened ass, her newfound softness threatening to break off its bindings as well. A final gift from the equally fat assed wendigo, her cheeked-up backside passed on to the stronger fighter. And with a solid grip into her pliant and ample derriere, Baiken smirked to see just much of her hand sink into her juicier assets before giving it a loud spank, sending wobbling ripples all through her bountiful ass.

“I'd say she filled me out damn nicely!”