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Rowdy Thirst (Oni TF)
🕑 Added 2021-01-13 13:41:49 +0000 UTC(NSFW warning
Patron commission for Hato/ForbiddenArchive. They wanted a story crossover of my OCs and their series, Jotaider. They actually already did one, which this is a sequel to; it's the last story in this set https://www.deviantart.com/forbiddenarchive/art/Corruption-Collection-2020-865000581. Warning, they are a heavily nsfw profile and a lot of stories in that collection are extreme.
There's also a picture to go with! https://twitter.com/MajiNsfw/status/1288878906494181376)
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“So I flew in and she had this massive magical circle all around the square-” Hikari was saying.
“You can fly? That’s so cool!” Her conversation partner said with pure delight. The blonde seemed to be as excitable as Hikari ever was, the first of many comparisons Izanami had made.
“It’s been years since I started but it still is, yeah! Anyway, big magic circle. She was standing in the middle of it - you saw what she looked like, right? Cool clothes, long white hair, all that? And she started going into this really dramatic villain speech about how I was too late to stop her-”
“They do that here too?” The girl asked, giggling to herself, “Villains sure love to talk, don’t they?”
“Most of them do, yeah,” Hikari agreed. “She said some stuff about how it was a foolish move to try and stop her. But I figured that she was probably bluffing. So I blasted the magical circle.”
“Did you try talking to her?”
“Yes, it didn’t work though.” Hikari said with a shrug. “It never really does, but why not try?”
“Oh, it works for me a lot!”
“Huh, that must be nice. Anyway, so the magical circle kinda went boom, and I, uh… kinda accidentally’d Izanami at the same time? She said something about backlash. And she ended up hopping into my body, but I was still there, so she couldn’t actually take over.”
“And that’s why she went back to you when we came over, right? Oh, is that why you have that streak of white?”
“It is! To both of them. The color actually inverts when Izanami’s in control, it looks really cool. But yeah, I felt really bad about doing that to her, so we came to an agreement to take turns with control.”
Izanami decided it was karma doing this to her. She’d done too much bad crap and this was her punishment.
Not long ago, she’d made a break for it, so to speak; the walls between worlds had thinned, and she’d jumped out of Hikari’s body into what was easiest to call a wormhole. With how the rules of inter-dimensional travel worked - it was a frustratingly ill understood branch of science and magic alike back where Izanami came from, despite its frequent use - when Izanami came out the other side, she’d had a new body. A very, very weak one, and she’d been about to fall victim to the world’s resident villains and had to endure the humiliation of being saved by a certain ‘Mikai Fushimi’, a young woman who bore maddening similarities to Hikari to the point Izanami wondered if she was her world’s version of her.
Izanami had spent some time trying to regain her strength in that world, and Mikai had become practically attached at the hip during the time she’d spent. In the end, though, the next time the opportunity presented itself, Izanami had to return to Hikari’s world; the body created for her during interdimensional travel was effectively a magical construct in the shape of what she’d been, and was degrading. So she’d bid farewell, jumped through the hole, and ended up back in Hikari, who simply wondered why she’d been given the silent treatment for such a long time.
She had been actually kind of happy to return to Hikari’s world, after her interdimensional travel went wrong. Sure, it was irritating to have to share a body again, but she would prefer being at her full power with that handicap than the unfortunate case of having no power at all while in full control of her body. She was ready to settle back to routine when a certain blondie had popped up behind her, having effectively stumbled into the wormhole after her.
And that was where they were now, the two idiots gabbing away about their respective lives in a nice cafe. Mikai’s sounded nearly as irritatingly heroic as Hikari’s, which matched up well with what Izanami had seen of her world; it was actually on a comparable power scale to Hikari’s, discounting the anomalous strength of said magical girl, although it’s magic worked rather differently.
“So how was Izanami in your world? She talks about being evil and stuff, but honestly hasn’t done much evil when it’s her turn, besides making minions.” Hikari asked with a shrug.
“I don’t have enough time for any long-term schemes!” Izanami grumbled, which Hikari relayed for her.
Mikai giggled a bit. “Well, she was always making me call her ‘Mistress’, and talking about how if she wasn’t weakened she’d do this or that, but she spent most of her time-” Mikai was talking, and Izanami was just about ready to seize momentary control and make her shut up, when the disaster of letting Hikari hear about how she’d acted in Mikai’s world was narrowly averted by a loud crash outside.
Hikari and Mikai seemed to move on autopilot at exactly the same time, scarfing down what was left of their food and leaping to their feet at the same time. Hikari paused for the second or two it took to hear screaming start, then nodded to herself. “Sounds like it’s for me. Be right back!” she said, before sprinting out of the cafe with her amulet glowing.
As she stepped outside, Hikari saw the source of the commotion; a tall, muscular woman with blue skin and horns was going around smashing up the street. She didn’t have much in the way of clothes, being dressed in a loincloth and furry bikini top. In one hand she held a bat with a bunch of nails in it, while the other held a huge gourd that occasionally spilled drops of it’s liquid contents. “Come out, come out, wherever you are, Magical Girl!” she called, sounding surprisingly sober for what was in her hands. Following her and ransacking nearby buildings was an array of red-skinned women, laughing mad and in some cases beating on each other as much as the surroundings.
“Hm. She looks like an Oni, doesn’t she? But she doesn’t feel like that Tengu you fought before…” Izanami said, a curious tone to her.
Hikari, in lieu of a response, blasted her. She saw the beam coming and leapt to the side with inhuman speed, avoiding it narrowly (and letting it keep going and send a minion cratering into a wall) as she turned to look at Hikari. “Right here, whatever you are!” Hikari called.
“Ha, there you are!” The blue-skinned woman grinned, “And lucky me, it’s just the one that the Yokai are looking for! You don’t look so tough, but you’ve been beating them up, huh?”
“Yeah yeah, villain rant, ‘I’m different from your last foes’,” Hikari rolled her eyes a bit, “Anything new, or can I go back to blasting you? It’s not like this is my first fight.”
“I am different! Once I dominate you, the Yokai will have to accept me as one of them! I’ll show them what a ‘half-breed Oni’ can do!” The woman called. “I’m Nise-doji, and you’re going to be a stepping stone on my journey to rule!”
“Ah,” Izanami said, “A descendant of Yokai, not a real one. Probably still stronger than usual, but nothing like the last one was.” She sighed - even before the Yokai had arrived, it seemed like monsters and villains had been drawn to Hikari. After they showed up, it seemed they were now actively gunning for her instead of just drawn by her magical power.
The rant was hardly done when the next beam came in, blowing the club out of the woman’s hand. Rather than being frightened, the half-oni grinned, and took a chug of her gourd, before charging down Hikari. After she drank the probably-booze, she seemed to begin to glow a faint red - three civilians around her suddenly stopped in their flight, bulking up as their skin turned crimson and their clothes shredded themselves into a facsimile of Nise’s, before whirling around and joining the charge.
Hikari fired off a blast at the oncoming oni, but Nise grabbed one of her newly made minions and pulled them into the line of fire. The blast dispersed against the brainwashed oni, sending them flying and leaving Nise with a clear line to Hikari.
The magical girl was ready to step back and take to the air - close combat wasn’t her strong suit even if she’d been practicing - but the Oni was fast, and she was just about to reach Hikari when something orange streaked past and blew Nise off course. The orange-armored figure recovered, fist still covered in flame and scarf whipping in the wind. “Hey, Hikari! I can help too! I can’t really punch more than one person at once, so you could go for the minions?” Mikai said, cracking her knuckles and looking towards the villainess. “Jõtaider Mimoto, joining the fight! Huh, she’s less dressed than the ones I’m used to. Are you sure this isn’t a misunderstanding?”
Hikari was going to say there weren’t that many, but as she looked around, she found that more minions who had been ransacking the street were converging, wild grins on their faces as they came for the best fight in the area. “Yep, pretty sure!” Hikari said, whirling her staff to face the oncoming demons, “Good luck! She’s a bit tough, but shouldn’t be too bad!”
The conversation was interrupted as Nise came back swinging, a hammer blow sending the armored rider flying. She recovered mid-air, kicking out and shooting a gout of flame from her foot to stop the momentum. “Out of my way you - what the heck are you, a cosplayer? I’m here for her, not you!”
With that, the battle began properly. Mikai kept Nise busy, fighting her in hand to hand combat shouting special moves as she kicked and punched with flame in her blows while her armor deflected the returning hits. Meanwhile, Hikari blasted away minions with sweeping beams of magic and explosive shots, scattering them across the street.
As the fight went on, it became clear to Nise that she wasn’t winning against the armored heroine; her armor seemed to prevent Nise’s transformative aura from getting at her, and it was frustrating. But she could also feel something weird about it… “Why don’t you let me get a good look at you, hm? I wanna know how my next minion looks under the helmet!” she shouted as she took a kick directly in the gut. But instead of being sent flying, she grabbed onto Mikai’s foot and swung her gourd at her. It crashed over her head, the corruptive sake spreading out across the helmet - Mikai quickly made it disappear, to avoid letting it seep in.
Hikari didn’t appreciate how tough these ones were - they obviously took damage, but they threw themselves at her with reckless abandon, getting closer and closer. Every time she sent them flying they just came back for more! “You guys should stay down, or this is going to start to hurt!” she called, more out of concern for them than anything. Some might call it cocky, but to be frank, these minions that just threw themselves at her were easy to deal with, she thought with a grin.
Izanami frowned at that - despite her immense power, Hikari never really enjoyed fighting. She wasn’t really the type. The half-oni might not be as strong as most villains, but she was still part Yokai… “Hikari, try and calm down, I think she’s starting to get to you-” Izanami said, but it was clear Hikari wasn’t really paying attention.
Mikai wrenched her leg free of the villainess’ grasp, but Nise didn’t retreat, instead pushing forward and pulling another bottle of sake from a belt on her loincloth. “You’re cute, but you could totally look cuter~” she said. She managed to keep Mikai off balance long enough to take a swig of her booze, and when the armored warrior recovered her balance and swung at Nise, the oni got through her guard.
“Wha-” Mikai started to say, but was silenced by a sudden kiss from the half-Oni. She felt the sake flowing into her mouth from Nise’s, forcing her to swallow and using more than a little tongue. She brought her knee up fast, sending Nise flying back again, but Mikai could feel the heat of the alcohol spreading through her body. And it felt… really nice…
Hikari continued to fight, with the waves of minions getting closer and closer no matter how much she blasted them. She could hear Izanami yelling at her, but that seemed so far away and irrelevant. One of the annoying enemies managed to reach her, lunging at her with a pipe they were using as a makeshift club. “You want to reach me so badly, then fine!” Hikari shouted, gripping her staff with both hands and swinging it like a baseball bat at the Oni’s head.
The wood cracked against their head and knocked them to the side, but there were more behind them, and Hikari found herself continuing to swing to keep them back. Izanami groaned - Hikari wasn’t strong enough to just do that usually; her strength was in her magic, not her physique. But she could feel the way her body started to subtly shift as she got more and more aggressive, muscles gaining size and definition as she stopped blasting and started swinging. It was evident that Nise’s aura was getting to her, and she wasn’t going to listen…
Hikari found herself having trouble minding though. She was having fun, with this fight. She didn’t usually, so that was a very pleasant change! The individual minions were kinda pathetic, but there were enough of them she had to work for it. She felt warm all over, inside and out - was she getting aroused by this? She wasn’t focusing enough to tell.
Mikai, on the other hand, was very clearly getting aroused. The warmth spread across her body, sculpting new muscles while pushing a fog of arousal into her mind. She wasn’t just warm, she was getting wet, blushing fiercely. Why did she feel so good all of a sudden? Was that how alcohol worked here? She wished she had a friend here, the one that usually helped her with this stuff, but they had vanished when she jumped after Izanami…
For some reason, the thought of that name made her arousal grow. Her armor began to recede, revealing the girl underneath - and at the same time, revealing the bright red skin that was beginning to spread across her body. The crimson rapidly covered her flesh, bringing with it that unbearable heat, and Mikai staggered in place in a daze. Her armor continued to shrink, until it was barely covering her hips and bust, at which point it shifted from metal to a rough cloth, held only by a thin rope and leaving very little to the imagination.
Meanwhile, the magical girl continued to fight wildly. At first, Hikari kept to the martial-arts style moves that her mother had taught her. But as the oni’s aura made her more and more aggressive, she fought in a more wild and random way. She didn’t seem to care for technique anymore, just bashing her staff against whoever was unfortunate enough to be the next closest target.
As she fought, the crowds of oni beginning to thin as she knocked out one after another, she was subject to further changes. Hikari’s skin started to redden at the extremities, and as it spread up her arms and legs her clothes followed suit, fading and thinning. It wasn’t long until she was just as poorly dressed as the oni she was fighting, and nearly indistinguishable from them - bright red skin and bulging muscles, and a wild grin as she had the time of her life fighting them. As she cracked her staff over the head of one final enemy, a pair of horns grew in, pushing her hair out of the way, and she looked for a new target.
Nise clapped her hands giddily as she watched the two transform. It was perfect! It had been harder than she’d expected, but still, they were hers, right? They’d been turned into her cute oni minions! She walked up to Mikai as a single horn grew out of the center of the interdimensional visitor’s head, and as her hands drifted below decks, and pressed close… “Don’t you feel so much better like this~? Stick with me, and I can make you feel real good…”
Izanami could see what was going on over there, and with Hikari, and felt suddenly... annoyed. “Hey, idiot, look over there. That blue lady, she looks like a good fight, doesn’t she?”
Hikari was feeling horny herself (in more ways than one, ehehe) but she’d gotten a hefty dose of aggression from Nise’s aura. She looked to where Izanami dragged her attention, and grinned. “Hm, maybe~”
Nise was just about to get busy when something cracked against her head. She was sent flying away from Mikai, and scrambled to her feet. “Hey, you idiot oni! You’re supposed to listen to me, aren’t you? I’m the strongest!”
Hikari blinked with confusion, before shrugging and shaking Mikai’s shoulder. “Hey, she’s kinda annoying, isn’t she? We should beat her up.”
Mikai shook her head as she was snapped out of her haze. “Huh? Oh, yeah, she is.” She cracked her knuckles again.
“I-I said, listen-” Nise shouted-
Thud.
After that, the fight was short, if you could even call it one. The half-oni dropped like a sack of rocks after Hikari and Mikai double-teamed her, too panicked trying to command them to actually fight back. Hikari kicked her a little, checking if she was unconscious, and she groaned a little.
“...That was kinda disappointing, but the rest were fun.” she said.
“Yeah! That was really fun!” Mikai agreed. “I feel like we were doing something before all that went on, weren’t we?”
“Drinking?”
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“Drinking!” Hikari cheered, before chugging from a bottle of booze and staggering a bit in place. It had been about an hour since they’d beaten up the blue lady and went to find some booze, and she was finally getting a bit of a buzz!
“Eheheh, this is the best~” Mikai giggled in agreement, hiccuping a little as she threw away an empty bottle and grabbed another.
Izanami groaned softly, knowing that she’d be feeling the hangover more than Hikari would when they woke up the next morning. The pair seemed to have been given an Oni’s appetites as well, and a lack of restraint to match - pretty much the moment Nise had dropped, they’d found a nearby liquor store that had been abandoned by the owner (who was probably one of the unconscious oni outside) and started going to town. Any inhibitions they’d had about stealing were swallowed in their thirst for booze, and shortly afterwards drowned in an alcoholic haze.
So here they were, breaking out the fourth bottles of sake or beer or whatever. The two transformed girls had been thoroughly indulging ever since they had been changed, the desires of Oni being fulfilled one after the other. They’d gotten the violence done with to a satisfying conclusion, and were presently drinking enough alcohol to knock out even the most experienced of binge drinkers. But the third part was not yet satisfied, and they were both feeling it.
Mikai giggled more, feeling the burn of the alcohol and how it only intensified the feelings she’d had ever since she was changed. The spreading puddle under her wasn’t all spilled booze (although with how much they’d drunk, the contents were probably similar). She was in a horny haze, her mind pleasantly blank, and her vision swam with pretty colors.
Hikari, on the other hand, took a bit more initiative. She’d been fingering herself since the second bottle, but it just wasn’t enough. She was horny, and her own fingers weren’t enough… and she was drunk enough that she wasn’t really caring where the relief came from. She finished her bottle, and walked right up to Mikai as she was pulling another from the shelf, pressing into her from behind and reaching around to rub her womanhood through the barely-concealing loincloth. “I agree, it’s the best… but I think I can make it better~” she giggled.
Mikai’s response wasn’t so much a verbal reply as a low moan, leaning into Hikari’s grasp. Her drunken mind was having difficulty remembering who she was with, but she wasn’t in much of a state to care. “Ah… yes… like that… Izanami~” she moaned.
Izanami would have gone pale if she’d had a body. Or perhaps blushed. She was drunk off her ass, and that idiot thought she was being fucked by… her?
Hikari, on the other hand, didn’t much care. The blondie could think she was whoever she wanted, as long as she helped her out. Pressing that close, her breasts squishing against Mikai’s back, had just further stoked the flames of arousal. Hikari pushed Mikai to her knees none too gently, and positioned herself in front of her before putting a hand on her head and keeping it in place as she pushed her dripping sex into her face. “Hnnn… come on already, you know what to do!”
Mikai didn’t, really, but the new form came with new instincts. Something warm and wet was in front of her. And suddenly she was parched. Still thinking she was with someone else, Mikai got to work, her tongue slipping out and into Hikari’s vagina.
Hikari moaned her approval, hand clenching and pulling at Mikai’s hair as the pleasure built. She pulled her closer, making sure she couldn’t pull away and kept her between her thighs. Mikai was all too happy to oblige, fingers dipping into her own pussy as she happily lapped up Hikari’s fluids.
Braced by Hikari’s hands, Mikai pushed herself deeper still, her tongue exploring the wet caverns of Hikari’s womanhood in search of the most pleasure-inducing spot. She moaned, muffled by her partner’s legs, as her alcohol-addled mind imagined a different woman above her, a white-haired and imperious lady always demanding she be called ‘Mistress’. Izanami…
“F-Faster… harder…” Hikari groaned, a demand as much as it was a description of what she planned to do. The pressure built and built, she could feel herself getting closer to orgasm already. She staggered back against the wall, pulling Mikai with her, and found herself instinctively bucking her hips to the touch of the other oni’s questing tongue. “Ah… Ah!”
Her grip tightened, and with both hands she held Mikai in place as the orgasm hit her, sliding down the wall as her legs buckled from the pleasure. Izanami tried not to pay too much attention, but it was difficult to shake off the physical side of their connection, and how she could feel every bit of pleasure Hikari did - although she approved of how the increased aggression manifested in her taking charge, rather than ending up submissive like she usually did if this happened.
The orgasm finished, but Hikari evidently wasn’t satiated, and neither was Mikai. The two fell together to the ground, still entangled. Mikai was giggling in a drunken stupor, but Hikari was intent on continuing to get off. She straddled the other Oni, and started to grind her womanhood against Mikai’s.
Mikai giggled, and leaned up to kiss Hikari full on the lips. While Hikari was mostly concerned with getting off, Izanami suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed despite the fact it wasn’t her that Mikai was kissing… although, the blondie certainly thought that’s who she was locking lips with.
When they broke the kiss, Hikari none too gently pushed Mikai’s head down, guiding her to her breast. Mikai didn’t seem to mind, though, happy to follow orders if it meant feeling good (oh, now she listens, Izanami grumbled). Her tongue stroked across Hikari’s cherry-colored breast, sending ripples of pleasure across her body, before finding a nipple to suck and play with.
Hikari, for her part, didn’t plan to leave Mikai out of the fun - or at least, she didn’t plan to deny herself some handholds. Her hands sunk into her partner’s exposed bust, kneading and groping her breasts while she bucked her hips and rubbed her wet entrance against Mikai’s. She was already feeling the building pleasure of another impending orgasm, this time accompanied by one from Mikai.
As the two made a mess of each other, the arousal and heat only grew. They would be at this for quite some time...
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Akemi Foster had, over time, gotten kind of used to coming onto the scene to find all the work done for her. It came with the territory of operating in roughly the same territory as Hikari Himura; if she got there first, odds were that either they’d be finished by the time Akemi arrived, or else she’d be one of their minions by then.
It seemed like that day was the former case. Akemi sighed loudly, annoyed that Hikari had left the minions and their master strewn about the field of battle without even bothering to tie any up. “Come on, Himura. Common courtesy…” she grumbled, as she picked out the one that looked different (blue skin instead of red) and bound them to a post. “Did she even call the MGA yet?”
“You seem unsurprised,” her quadrupedal companion noted. “Do you usually find monsters unconscious in the street?”
“It’s hardly a daily occurrence, but there are other magical girls here. One in particular tends to leave scenes like this.” Akemi checked the bindings on the half-oni, before putting in a call to the MGA and leaving them a message. “Seems you’re in luck, weird cat-thing. This shouldn’t take long to clean up and we can keep looking for your… owner?”
“It’s complicated.” The beast, a strange mish-mash of various features, said.
Akemi shrugged, before checking in the nearby shops for more victims of the villain (and what was apparently a real rampage on Hikari’s end). She found a pair in a liquor store, tangled up in each other, and blushed a little as she bent down to check if they were ok…
“Wait… is that…” Akemi frowned, then blushed harder as she realized who she was looking at. “Hikari?”
“Mikai?” The cat-thing said incredulously at the same time.
