Everyone's Yandere for me and my sister is a Kitsune?!?!

You awake to the feeling of soft feet plummeting on your chest. "Wake up dummy!" reluctantly opening your eyes to be met by the soft smile of your adopted imouto, a young kitsune with only one fluffy tail swishing slowly from side to side as her foot digs into your groin. "Sure, just give me a second." With a single movement you turn to the side causing her to lose her balance. She falls with a sickening *pomf* beside you where her tiny hands latch onto your collar. "I love Onii-chan!" She doesn't waste a second as she rubs her face into your hair while inhaling deeply. "Onii-chan's smell! So good, ha... haha." You can feel her aura of obsession from behind you as well as her piercing eyes looking into you.

"I got to go." You lurch forward drawing a disgusted groan form your imouto as she gets up to accompany you. The shower is lukewarm and you don't linger around long enough to savor it but you do notice that your shirt is gone from where you left it. The answer to that question soon reveals itself with the scattered moans coming from your sister's room as well as the occasional "Onii-chan!" Crying out from behind the door.

"Hurry up we need to go to school." You knock on her door causing a clatter of shock as you do. Soon she opens it revealing herself still clothed in pajamas with dishevelled hair and a glassy look in her eyes. "I was the one who woke up Onii-chan first!" She pouts while crossing her arms and looking at you with discontent. "And besides, school is stupid. All I need is for Onii-chan to stay beside me so that I can be happy!" She grabs your hand and rubs it against her cheek.

"Too bad." You pull away, she was adorable but you knew she would suck you in if you stayed. "We need to get going so put on your uniform." You walk down the stairs hoping for an answer other than her silent stare. "We're staying." It comes out as a command rather than a suggestion and you freeze in place.

"I know you want to spend time with your Onii-chan, I promise we will, but for now we need to go to school." You walk back up and offer her your hand to take, her eyes remain eerily cold while she looks at it with careful calculation. "But if Onii-chan stays then that means we can spend even more time together, why doesn't Onii-chan want to stay with me?" She slowly grabs your hand and caresses it with care, drawing her finger over every inch. "Does Onii-chan have someone else to play with?" You can feel her hand trembling as she says this. Her eyes turning even colder and even a bit hostile. You needed a way out now.

"If you don't go to school then Onii-chan will be all alone surrounded by girls, wouldn't you rather come with me where you can keep an eye on me?" You smile warmly at the ball of fur and slowly her eyes regain a certain warmth, she looks at you as if she had woken from a dream and smiles. "Okay, but Onii-chan has to pay it thrice-fold if you talk with a girl other than me!" She sticks out her tongue and shuts the door. You sigh to yourself as your heartbeat returns to normal and head downstairs to make some breakfast.

Breakfast goes by in a flurry of promises and "Onii-chan!" cried repeatedly. Soon you drop her off at her bus stop and nod her off, first giving her a bear hug and two kisses on the cheek as she demanded of you. After that You walk to school in silence. The neighborhood around you still except the occasional cry of a bird or the sound of a tv left on in a house.

"H-Hi Anon." Her voice is barely a whisper as the tall cyclops exits a hedge and walks onto the path beside you. Her hair a deep black and her eyes staring cautiously at the road before her. "I m-made you a lunchbox, would you like it?" Her trembling hands hold out a carefully laid out lunchbox with just about everything you can imagine placed with love and care. Her face is a shadow of uncertainty as she holds it out for you.

"Thanks, that really sweet of you." You grab the bento out of her hands, lightly touching hers as you do. She turns a beet red and jumps back, whether in fear or something else you don't know. Her mouth opens but nothing comes out as she stares at you in confusion. "I-It's not like I m-m-made it just for you or anything!" She turns even redder before quieting down the rest of the way. Occasionally she speaks up to talk about something in class or simply to point out a particularly pretty bird. When you enter the main hallways she tugs at your sleeve with her head down. "I ac-actually did make it just for you..." You can't see it but her eye is dilated as she speaks. Shivering in cold sweat forming on her brow before she darts away to her class. Leaving you to walk to yours.

"Hey dork, whats up with that girly bentou?" You feel a rough hand grab your collar and push you back into the lockers behind you. Your eyes swirl for a second before settling on the giant girl standing in front of you, horn protruding proudly from the tip of her head as well as a single fang in the edge of her lips. "You finally lost your dick and decided to settle on going full sissy?" She laughs raucously ripping the white porcelain lunchbox out of your hand. Her face changes to disgust. She lifts up the lunchbox to her nose and sniffs it before her grip on your neck tightens and her eyes fill with fire.

"You got a girlfriend you fuck?" You hear the lunchbox groan in protest as her grip on the box turns deadly. Her nails digging into your skin as she drags you up the wall to her height. "I swear to god if you've been talking to girls I'll..." She stops mid-sentence and takes a deep breath before dropping you. Your legs hit the floor with a thud as you try to regain your breath. "I don't care what you do with other girls. I'll just break this shitty box right now." She smiles viciously while lifting the box overhead. You have only a second to stop her.

You regain your breath in time stop her destruction of the lunchbox. With whatever strength you can muster you dash for the box held above her head. the world spins rapidly and instead of the porcelain of the bento you grab the keratin protrusion that is her horn. In a moment of adrenalin fueled rage you scream "Why, you jealous?!" Confusion and anger well up in her eyes as you drag her down. Your eyes widen in fear as the Lunchbox falls and shatters into pieces.

"What was that for you fucking..." She stops as her face turns red, or rather redder than it already was. Her breath grows deep and ragged as her eyes dart over your body with no end in sight. You can even see her hands shaking as well as a trail of drool exiting the corner of her mouth. "I... I..." She looks down at you while picking herself up off the floor. Her face seems torn between killing you and something else. "I won't forgive you for this!" She slaps you hard enough to cause another constellation of stars before she runs down the hallway in heavy stomps.

You try your best to grab the shattered lunchbox, the variety of foods all turned into a big mess on the clean floor while you try to pick it up in futile denial. You hardly feel the soft tentacle on your shoulder and turn to meet with the sympathetic eyes of a scylla. "Leave it to me honey, I'm paid to clean up messes." She blows you a kiss before using two of her tentacles to pick up the mess.

You walk to class with broken hopes, it goes by quickly for the most part. Before you know it the bell to lunch rings and you go through your backpack looking for spare change. Two things happen. First the speakers come to life, and second the door opens. "Come with me!" The voice of the red Oni calls out to you with sweat pouring down her face while the speakers ring "Anon please come to the principal's office." Silence hangs over the room while you stare at the angry oni

"I'm going to go see the principal first, later." You shuffle out of the classroom while pointing at the speakers. Her eyes glare with anger and desperation while her hands reach out for you. "Y-You don't understand, I need to talk to you!" She scowls while you walk out, her hands still outstretched but not touching you in any way. Almost as if she were being held back by something.

She follows you down the hallway until you bend at the end, her screams still sounding through it as she tears a chunk of the wall out in her despair. You keep walking while trying to avoid turning back, soon the sound of her voice disappears and you enter a crowd of people walking in your general direction. The rest of the walk would have been quiet if not for the arm that drags you into a secluded room.

"A-Anon..." You turn to see the cylcops holding her hands together while staring hopefully at you. "I-I was wondering... Since its lunch and all, would y-you like to eat wi-with me?" She smiles while unwrapping her own lunch before you immediately get up to go. "Sorry, I can't right now. I'll make it up to you." You waltz out of the room and continue your journey. She lowers her head to look at her lunchbox while smiling ever so slightly. "I know you will." She looks at the porcelain shard in her hand before continuing her lunch.

You finally reach the office and enter without a problem, the secretary; a well-dressed roper, guides you into the office before closing the door behind her. Leaving you and the empty office to wait for the principal.

"hello Anon!" Her voice comes from the turned office chair staring out the window before it swivels to meet you. On it a purplish Lamia with neck frills looks at you with barely hidden lust. "So good of you to join me 10 minutes and 27 seconds after I called you. Too busy with your girlfriends?" She leans forward on the desk giving you a view of her breasts hanging from her white blouse.

"Did I do something wrong?" You swallow your spit and stare into the yellow irises of the principal, she was known for her unconventional teaching methods and was famous as an intermediary between humans and monstergirls. She chuckles while biting her long fingernail. "We'll see if you did." her voice is even more ragged than the Oni and you swear you can see a trail of translucent liquid dropping in beads to the floor beneath her chair. "I called you here for a very special reason Anon." As she says this her body seems to rub itself back and forth on the chair while her face turns a slight red.

"What?" You knew from experience that speaking too much was a bad idea. She didn't seem to mind it on this occasion as she continued. "I want you Anon..." She smiles devilishly while her hands poise her on the desk. Her tail wrapping around your ankle and her nails digging into the wood. "Y-Yeah?" You begin to sweat as the smell of fucking wafts by. She can tell and smiles even farther while one of her hands enters her skirt discretely. "I want you... To write me a 2,000 word essay on why being late is detrimental." All at once she loses her atmosphere of playfulness and lowers her glasses.

"Oh..." You look down in disappointment while she retrieves the pen from her skirt writing your assignment down. she holds out her hand with the paper and you stand up to grab to the paper, just before you actually do her other hand grabs yours. "Of course, there are ways to avoid this. You could always... Accept my proposal." She points to a small black box at the edge of the desk. You had turned her down before and each time she repeated it with more tenacity. You were afraid that today she was going to skip that part and go straight to the rape.

Her smile turns lusty as she traces her fingers on your wrist. "You wouldn't mind an old snake like me would you?" She looks up at you with slits in her eyes as she taps the small box.

"I'm sorry, I have to be somewhere." You rip your wrist out of her grasp and take the assignment, she seems hurt for a second before smiling once more with her fangs showing. "I'm a patient woman Anon, somewhere might just be here." She winks at you as you close the door behind you. Her eyes instantly deflate and she rests her head on the desk. "Why won't anon think I'm cute?" She thinks to herself while one finger snakes down into her skirt.

You thank the secretary who waves on of her tentacles as you exit the office. For a second you consider running back home and avoiding the rest of the school day before you remember your bully begging you to speak, as well as the broken bentou your friend made you. You don't make it far down the hallway when her stomping announces she's arrived. Before you can even turn around her hand is already dragging you to the closest room. She barges in and throws you on the floor while her red face stares at you in despair.

"W-What did you do to me do-do-do-dear!" She covers her mouth and tears form in the edge of her eyes. You stare at her confused before she places her foot on your crotch. "Move and I crush it." She lightly presses it and you can feel her foot shaking in anxiety. Looking up you meet her sight. "What do you mean? I haven't done anything." She presses just a tiny bit more and giggles.

"Don't lie!" She removes her foot and the paces the room with her hands balled up into fists. "I know you did something to me... To my mind! I can't stop it... I can't stop thing about you!" She sits down and spreads her legs revealing a damp spot. "I've been itching like crazy here since this morning and whenever I look at you I feel all dokidoki. I raped you in my thoughts, I touched myself in 3rd period to you, I punched my friend after she called you a dork. Just take me already!" She shut her squirming thighs and looked at you with eyes that cried for your touch, her mouth drooling as she did so.

You smile as you pick yourself off the ground, her eyes widening and her breath turning even more intense. "Please, I'll do anything..." her voice comes in short breath as you walk toward her. Her white gym shirt is already see-through with the copious amount of sweat and her panties are ruined beyond repair as the beads of clear liquid race down her legs.

"I'll do it, but you need to obey me." You tentatively trace your finger through the shirt and she twitches in despair. her tongue hanging out. She looks at you with hatred or desire, you couldn't tell. "F-Fine. Just give me something!" You smile and oblige the large girl. With one hand you poke her wet warmth below while the other hand tweaks her perky nipples already showing through the fabric.

The air fills with her screams as her crotch humps your finger involuntarily. By now there is no intent to hide her lust as drool drips down her lips and onto her shirt. Her eyes slip into the back of her head while you continue playing with your new girl. "Do you like this?" You grab her thigh and press down. She trembles at your touch and grits her teeth. "Y-Yeah!!!" The plastic chair already breaking to her advances

"I can't... I-I just..." In an instant her hands swat up to her face and cover her drooling, crying expression. Her red cheeks are still visible even after as she continues to shake and moan at ever tiny poke pinch and touch. You divert yourself for a bit using her body like a toy. You trace the outline of her labia using her underwear and enjoy her squirting

You even dare yourself to go underneath the soaked fabric of her panties and prod the swollen clit. It was a bad idea as seconds afterward as she jumps from the chair and onto you with her crotch still pressed against yours Her eyes rape you by themselves while she holds down your shoulder with her hands. "Please... Please kiss!" She screams as her tongue flicks at the air.

You lean up and put your hand on the nape of her neck, she slobbers even as you lower her lips onto yours. "Ohhhh..." She moans into your mouth as you connect the two of them. Her lower body rubs the full length of your erection with abandon as if there were nothing else in the world. For a second you open your eyes hoping to see hers, instead you're met by the sight of her fluttering eyelids. "Mooore." She speaks and her tongue immediately goes out of control like a thrashing fish it explores every inch of your mouth looking to get closer to you. Her lips themselves move over yours and her nose boops yours in her desire to be with you. "I... I wuv you!!" She screams, you can barely make out the words.

"Do you like that?" You separate yourself for just a second as your hands dart up to grab her large swollen breasts. She grits her teeth and shuts her eyes as her crotch practically crushes yours. "Uh-huh! I... I like it lots!" . She takes her hands and rips off your pants. Your first thought as she does is that your imouto will kill you. "You can't do that!" She looks down at you as her the wet fold of her entrance touch the very tip. A look of uncertainty and on her face as she battles the instinct to mate with her master. "B-But... I... I just..." She doesn't get anywhere but it does give you an opportunity.

You take your fingers curled into a fish hook and slip them into her lower lips. Her eyes widening as you go as deep as the knuckles and her mouth opening in shock. Her entire body shakes violently as she collapses on top of you and gives herself to you. She practically swallows your finger and the rest of your time is spent cleaning up the shivering Oni. By the time she is conscious school is over. Her eyes look at you with a certain adoration as she licks her wet fingers.

"Anon... Do you think maybe... I could be yours?" Her voice is meek and completely changed from the brashness from this morning.

"Sure, but you can't tell anyone." You walk behind her and give quick smack to the bountiful skin on her behind. It ripples momentarily while she bends over the table in front of her. She moans before lowering her latex shorts "M-More?" She looks at you pleadingly while presenting her ripe and perky cheeks. You smile and rub them with one of your fingers eliciting a quick gasp of excitement before raising up her shorts. Her annoyed expression makes it evident that she's unhappy to stop but you don't pay it any attention. "Do you remember what I just said?" She places her hand on her chin while the other rubs her large swollen tit.

"Why should I!" Her voice regains some of its brashness from this morning while she stands up. "As long as Anon can touch me and I can touch him I don't care what the fuck else happens." She smirks and strokes your hair before grabbing your hand to drag you outside. "C'mon lets get some food I'm starving right now." she swings open the door to reveal the empty hallway. Her iron grip drags you along. You don't even notice the weeping eye attached to the nubile girl.

"Why?" She thinks to herself over and over as tears stream down her face. "Anon said he'd have lunch with me. Anon promised me he was my friend, why?" Her hands grab the drywall and her fingernails shatter. "If Anon is going to lie to me then it's okay for me to lie to him right?" She gets to her feet while still grabbing the shard of porcelain.

You're at the school gate with the Oni still grabbing on to you like a plush toy. Her hair draped over your shoulder as she whispers all the things she'll do to you once she brings you to her house. "A-Anon?" You hear footsteps increasing behind you and turn to see the cyclops with a stack of books. "I need help with these books, do you think you could come home with me?" She completely ignores the frowning Oni while directing herself at you.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little busy right now but maybe next time okay?" You smile at the cyclops girl but receive only and empty stare as the pile of books shake precariously in her grip, she looks down. "W-Well why don't we do a study group!?" Her smile returns twice as wide while she excitedly proposes the idea, you're about to reject it when Oni steps forward "Didn't you hear him you freak, he said scram!" She grabs your hand and drags you. The cyclops follows.

"Why won't you Anon? Did I do something wro-wron..." She doesn't finish her sentence as the Oni interrupts by turning back and quickly pushing her away. Malice burning in her eyes "Are you fucking deaf lady? Beat it before I beat you!" the pile of books gather around the now silent Cyclops. She looks down avoiding your gaze and the Oni remains defiant "I understand." Her voice is near silent and you doubt even the Oni heard her as she gets up.

"I understand that you stole Anon from me YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!" The cyclop's hands shake with fury as her knuckles turn white, the oni is stunned by the display of dominance before regaining her senses. "I'll fucking show you a whore!" Mentally you remind yourself to teach her later how to use that phrase. She steps forward with fists drawn out as the cyclops stampedes with tears. "I won't give you up Anon I'll show you how much I love you!" She raises her fist to prepare for a strike but gets beaten to the punch, literally. The Oni doesn't miss, her perfectly placed punch collapses on the Cyclop's gut. "Nobody can have Anon but me!" She pushes and the Cyclops falls to the floor like a ragdoll, groaning in pain.

You stare in shock as the cyclops get back on her feet wordlessly, blood streaming down her lips and a jaded smile. "I'll never give up." She slowly stumbles forward with her hands closed, its only on the last second that you notice the shard of porcelain grasped like a knife in her palm. The oni doesn't see it as she scoffs.

You don't think, instead your instincts take over as you run, time slows down as the cyclop's raises her hand with a wide smile on her face a her eye. The glint of the porcelain revealing that it is in fact sharpened to the point of complete fatality. You jump. a thousand thoughts race through your mind as the air races between your ears and hair. The Oni only notices you at the last second.

You manage to get your feet in place and spread your arms in time for the shard to enter your torso. The first thing that occurs to you is how terribly little you care. The Oni gasps and the Cyclop's likewise screams as her deranged smile instantly turns into a mask of terror. The porcelain shatters halfway through depositing bits into your lungs but her swing still continues. The warmth of blood spraying out from chest and onto her sweater is strangely nice.

"You're both beautiful." You are a fucking idiot to jump between two yandere girls armed with weapons. This isn't some sort of story where you're the protagonist. You think to yourself as a puddles of blood forms beneath you. warm tears fall on your face. The Oni's body placed on top of yours as she tries to cover the wound. "Anon?!" You're brought back to attention by a light slap on your cheek.

"Don't you fucking go to sleep yet Anon!" She grabs your cheeks and looks into your eyes, you can barely focus on her and the world as the warmth of the ground draws you in. She sobs repeatedly while pressing her face to yours. "I love you! You can't die because I love you!" She tries to reason with you in such a dumb way you can't help but find it funny. Her bloodstained fingers intertwine with yours. "I-I wanted to hold your hand so many more times, and talk too! I wanted to have your kids and raise them and and and.... and I love you!" Its the last word you hear as darkness overtakes you.

you've met with a terrible end. [restart] x [go to title screen]

Your world is full of stars, you're falling through them. You don't know how fast or how far or even where you're going but you know you're head somewhere that isn't here. You can feel something on top of you. Something real soft and comfortable, warm too. Stars fall all around you, your breath quickens as the mass turns heavier. You try to move your hand but you can barely feel it. You try to move your legs but you can't feel the either its all just empty. You don't know whats going on.

"Onii-chan!" All at once it disappears. the stars, the falling, all of it replaced by the mechanical beeps of machines and the warmth of your imouto's body on you. "Onii-chan?" She doesn't know how to react seeing you open your eyes. Remaining calm and inquisitivve before gasping. "Onii-chan!?" You try to speak but your throat is dry enough to break, she doesn't wait anyway as she jumps on you with fervent obsession. "Onii-chan! Onii-chan's awake!" Her cries of excitement turn to sobs of desperate love as she rubs her face against your chest. "T-They said that Onii-chan... That Onii-chan would never wake up!" She sobs as tears run down her face.

"I'm here." Its all you can manage before you pat her back and hold her close while she lets it all out. Her tears don't seem to end as she cries for what you feel are hours, rubbing herself and her tail all over you while smelling you deeply. Inhaling your scent as much as she can, you speak to her and catch up on what happened. you've been out for two week, you realize that your imouto is covered in dirt as well matted hair.

Apparently she had been waiting by your side the entire time. You ask her about your school mates and receive a cold stare in return. "You mean the fucking whores that nearly killed you? You should never speak to them again." She returns to her normal self by kissing your cheek.

"Understand?" She giggles and plays with your hair like a toy.

"They're my friends." You look down avoiding the icy cold of her eyes as they continue stroking your hair. "But I know that you're probably right, it's not good to keep talking to them anymore." You sigh and at once the icy atmosphere disintegrates. She jumps up and her arms wrap around you "NEE-PAH!" She cries as her fluffly tail snakes up her back and into your face while she nuzzles into you. "I'm so glad that Onii-chan finally came to his senses. I'll feel a lot better since I know my Onii-chan would never lie to me." She lets go and looks up at you with a warm smile. "I'll go get you a soda so just stay here.

You rest against the bed and and flip through the channels on the tv, some shitty metal song about nature is the only thing for at least 200 channels until you settle on monsteranimalgirl planet. A warm breeding ritual of a Jinko lovingly raping the camera-man and subsequent interviews tell you about their relationships but you don't pay much attention.

"Tadaima!" The warm voice of your kitsune comes back with a cold Yuki-Onna Cola in her hand. "I made sure it was extra cold just for you!" She hands it to you and even makes sure to stay by your side as you drink it. "It tastes a bit funny, is it expired?" You look at your imouto who simply giggles while rubbing her ear. "Nuh-uh!" She pouts before running away making air-plane noises as she does.

The rest of the day goes by quickly but you find yourself curious to explore the hospital, with a nurse holding your shoulder you explore the building, wide hallways and white paint fills your vision until you hear her voice from behind. "A-Anon?!" The brashness in her tone the same as always as she stomps forward. "Anon!" The nurse jumps aside and her hands lift you up, tears flowing freely while she does. It doesn't last long as she puts you down delicately looks at you with a solemn gaze. "W-We need to talk, do you have time?" Her voice is flat and even her tears have dried up.

You glance behind you and at the slightly terrified nurse before turning back to the Oni. "Yeah sure be quick." You knew that your imouto was somewhere and she wasn't one to give up. The oni grabs your hand tight and brings you in for a hug. "I haven't been able to touch Anon, this feels so nice!" You shut her up and she immediately complies. "What did you want to tell me?" She nods as she takes a deep breath.

"She's dead." You furrow your brow. "Who?" She keeps a straight face. "Who else, one eye is dead." You look at the Oni in shock as the world begins to spin, blood rushes through your ears and for a second your knees feel weak before she snaps you out of it. "I didn't kill her so don't point fingers." Her face turns clouded before speaking again. "I won't say I'm sad she's dead." She shrugs before getting up and putting you against the wall to lean.

"I know your sister is a bit wacko so I'm gone for now." She blows you a kiss and takes a step before looking back. Her hand rapidly swings downward as it grabs your crotch. "Just remember that this is my property." She winks and struts away. Her ass bouncing with every step as she does. You're left looking at the nurse as she slowly comes back to hold you up and finish your walk.

You request a shower and the nurse dutifully guides you into a normal shower where you scrub over your crotch as well as every other inch of your body hoping to escape the smell of Oni. By the end your skin is bruised from how tough you've washed. You finish drying yourself off before resting. Soon afterwards your imouto returns with a bag of groceries and a small table in her arm. "Tadaima!" She screams while running up to you for a hug which you give her, you expect her to let go but instead her grip tightens before she looks at you with a worried expression. "Why does Onii-chan smell like girl shampoo? Why did you take a bath without calling me?" She looks up with glassy eyes and a cold grin.

You sigh and try to keep her calm while you explain what happened. "The oni from my school came by." You can see her knuckles whitening and her eyes widen in what you can only imagine is disgust. "You mean that fucking slut that nearly got you killed? That one?!" You can see a drop of blood coming from her palms as she digs into her hands. "Yes, that one. I have no attraction to her so I don't want you to feel bad. I told her to leave and she did so. The reason I took a bath was because I didn't want you to feel bad." You place your hand carefully between her foxy ears and rubs slowly. Trying your best to keep her calm as she switches through a variety of emotions, settling on slight cautiousness as she smiles.

"Okay, I guess that's fine, as long as she didn't touch you too much or... Or sniff you." She rubs her head against you as she says this. "I really like her too. Maybe she can be my friend since she obviously can't be Onii-chan's friend." her giggling interrupts as she sprawls her tiny body on top of you with her tail swishing. "When you were sleeping I went to her house to *talk* to her. But there was nothing to *talk* to her with, you know?" Her tone of voice is completely normal as she continues detailing her plans. "I looked through the entire house but it seems her *talking* implements were all broken and dirty. I couldn't even find her mommy! Guess that's why she's too dumb to treat Onii-chan nicely!" She looks up and kisses your cheeks before continuing.

"And that cyclops girl was really annoying. Hanging her up by the fan took fooooorever! She tried fighting back with shards! What a dummy, she should know my love for Onii-chan is too big to be stopped by something like porcelain." She giggles and grabs your hair to play with. "I love you Onii-chan, in fact why don't you stop going to school, you can stay with me and I'll take care of you. Please?" She smiles and places her tail around your neck.

"I'm sorry, but it's the duty of a man to take care of the one he loves most. So while I know you'd rather not have me there, I want to take care of you and make you happy, so I can't leave now." You don't know what you just said but it seems to work, your imouto stops looking at you as she covers her reddening face with her tiny hands. She shakes her head from side to side before speaking. "Onii-chan you're so romantic, I never thought you'd say something so beautiful." She looks up at you with a hopeful smile before kissing your cheek. "okay. You can keep going as long as you don't talk to that girl, it would be a shame if she fell on a rusty knife!" She looked up and laughed.

The rest of your stay in the hospital is comfortable for the most part. A classmate brings you news of the school (only allowed when she is in the room and not even allowed inside when it's a girl.) and you spend your days eating shitty hospital food. For the most part its not too bad even though you wish you could escape her gaze. Her eyes are never far from you even when you go to the bathroom. You play along with her game until you can go back to school, even though you manage to fall and nearly open up the wound again, in the last day that sort of accident happens three times on separate occasions. Always with your imouto nearby to suggest lengthening your stay.

You manage to avoid all of it and escape with your health in tact. The school in front of you and your imouto in her own school where she should be. You take three steps into the hallway and are met by your first obstacle as the mischievous smile of the Oni follows you into an empty room. She doesn't waste time as she immediately goes to take off your pants before the speakers ring to life.

"Uhm. Anon-kun please come to the office. Now." The voice is of the roper secretary which you wouldn't have expected. The oni doesn't stop her playing around, instead speeding up her movements.

"I'm going to go." You zip up your pants much to the Oni's annoyance as she whines pathetically. "I never get to hang out with you anymore Anon! Why don't you want me?" She holds your arms in place while you try to resist. You obviously have no real chance of escaping without her consent but at the very least you would try. "I'll be back, don't worry about that." You free your arms and she reluctantly lets you go. while maintaining her look of annoyance. "You better, just remember that rape is considered legally binding marriage in my land and I won't be afraid to resort to that if its what it takes. I want you Anon." She finishes by kissing your forehead and bumping her nose against yours.

You likewise kiss her back before leaving. The hallways are empty except the occasional student and a lost teacher looking for a class that doesn't exist. You walk by them and straight to the principal's office hoping that you won't actually have to talk to her, maybe it was something that the secretary wanted just by herself. You open the mahogany wood door. The roper secretary is holding a wide array of phones while attending calls. "hello? Yes that's right. Hello? Okay in just a second. Hi? Of course you can." Her face turns to relief as the door closes behind you and she hangs everything at once.

"Anon!" She claps her hands and takes a sigh of relief. "Anon I've been calling you for over 2 weeks, what the hell is wrong with you?!" She lost all sense of decorum as one of her tentacles pushes you in the direction of the office. "She hasn't been herself since she heard about you. She refuses to bath, eat, sleep. I've had to do her taxes!" She pouts indignantly while flipping through a manila carpet.

"I don't care what freaky relationship you two have, just get in there and fix it!" Finally there is no more space as your body is squished against the door. Slight sounds of sobbing emanating from the other side.

Your hand moves to the doorknob slowly, digits trembling as they grasp the shiny ivory white sphere. With only the slightest of movements she responds. All sobs died down or swallowed at the sound of a visitor about to enter. You took a deep breath and pushed as the comforting squeal of the unoiled door gave way to the white floor and red desk standing in the center of the sparsely furnished office. Behind the desk she held a perfect greeting smile with hands held together. It didn’t change when she saw you, rather it froze on her face while her eyes examined you from top to bottom, you were her prize mare and she was making sure you didn’t have any bruises on you after a long trot through the apple orchards.

“A-Anon?” Her voice was surprisingly calm as you took a seat in front of her; even from here you could see the slight shaking of her fingers as she slowly opened an empty manila folder and pretended to peruse it carefully. You weren’t going to interrupt her right now, she needed some few seconds to adjust herself. Seconds turned into minutes until you couldn’t bear to wait anymore.  The manila folder was held so close it covered most of her face except for the few strands of hair that wiggled out of its coverage. “Principal?” You leaned forward and she jumped back simultaneously. The manila folder crumpling in her hands as she dropped it.

It fluttered to the ground unceremoniously in time for her to jump over the desk. Your eyes looked up from the floor to see hers swallowing you up in a gaze of adoration. There were no words to say as her long nails dug into your shoulders and grasped you tightly. Nothing to say even as the chair teetered dangerously before falling to the floor beneath you. Her sobs were almost non-existent but at least they were there. Her glasses shattered as she pressed her face to your neck and inhaled deeply. “Anon… Anon don’t go, I don’t want you to go again.” You could barely make out the muffled words as she spoke into your skin but you knew what she meant.

“I’m flattered that you care about me this much.” You pat her back as she continues her crying. You can feel her fangs gently prodding at your skin but not piercing it or deliberately trying to attack. Instead the tears flow from her eyes and onto you in what seems like an unending stream. “I-I was so worried!” Her words are slurred by the tears and snot on her face You try to calm her down but that only manages in making her wail even louder. Her tail wraps itself to the chair and your body by extension. She plants several sloppy kisses on you, your cheeks, your forehead, your chest. Eventually settling by pressing her lips to your hair and sobbing quietly.

You hold her there, time slows down or speeds up as she refuses to move. Her warm breath on your face is comfortable and her sobs eventually die  down entirely, replaced by the content sighs of your warmth. “So, why did you call me?” You had given her time to enjoy herself. You needed answers now before more people died. She scowled as she slowly unwrapped her tail and grabbed something from her desk, you knew what it was before she even opened her hand.

“It’s time Anon, I thought… I thought I could protect you as your principal, keep you safe and warm while I raised you into being my perfect husband. Now I realize that there isn’t any need to wait. I want you and if it means quitting my job and running away then I’ll do it in a flash.” She opens the small box revealing two shiny silver rings laid out on cotton fluff. “Marry me, love me, look only at me and I’ll do the same for you. I promise I can make you happy.” Her voice is hopeful as you stare between her teary eyes and the glinting metal in her hand. She speaks up once more sensing your doubt. “I-I can keep you safe too. I know a place where no one can find us. Don’t look back anymore Anon.”
 She slithers up once more and grabs your hand tenderly in her own. “Do you, Anon, take this old hag to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Her smile fades into uncertainty as she says this.

“I can’t. You know that.” You take a step back and place a careful hand on the doorknob ready for any sign of trouble, your hunch seems right as the look of disappointment on her face melts to a greedy smile, she inches her way forward and with every inch her arms tense to prepare for the inevitable strike. You try to open the knob only to find your hand wrapped by her tail. “I can’t let you. You know that.” She blows a kiss before her tail lashes back, driving you toward her with lust clear in her eyes. She takes you in her arms as her tail wraps around your torso and she comes closer.

 “I know you want to save yourself for when you’re older but trust me Anon, I can make you happy!” Her voice cracks as she leans forward to plant more kisses on your face. “I don’t care if you reek of Oni or Kitsune, I’ll coil you so hard that you’ll only be able to smell me, that other women will only be able to smell me!” She props her lips against yours and her snake tongue does its work slithering through your mouth. The moment seems to last forever but she disconnects “See, why would you want some stupid Oni when my feminine wiles can drive you insane.” Her smile turns deranged as she bares her fangs and slowly inches forward.

“You know Anon, Apophis venom is one of the strongest aphrodisiacs on earth. They say if a woman drinks it her body will be twisted by the insane pleasure into a lamia at once. A man on the other hand… Let’s just say he turns to stone in certain places.” She doesn’t leave much to the imagination as she grasps your crotch and rubs it with her fingers. “Then  again, you’re already so hard. Maybe you actually want this?” Her eyes look into yours with a  new hope before she smiles. “Yes! That must be it, you’re just a dirty masochist and you were waiting for me to do this weren’t you!? You’re so cruel Anon.” She giggles while her lips slowly trace down your chin and onto your neck. “Not to worry. I’ll make your dreams come true.” You can feel the edge of her fangs seconds from piercing skin

You close your eyes and pray that you can keep your mind, you’ve heard of what happens to people who get a taste of apophis venom and you weren’t keen on finding out yourself. Your breath cuts short as her fangs dip into your skin and pinpricks of blood form on you. The world begins to spin around you but in the distance you can make out a noise. “Lady you can’t! I swear you ca-an’t do that!!!” The tightening of her tail disappears; you’re on the floor now. Its hard to concentrate on anything except the throbbing in your pants.

“Who is there!” The principal cries out while the door blows off the hinges. Dust clears up revealing the proud figure of the Oni with her muscles bulging in fury. “I am!” She takes a step into the office and raises her hand. “I don’t give a shit about this fucking school, but master belongs to me and only me! If sluts like you try to take him then I’ll make them pay!” Her eyes glint with hatred as she shuts hand into a fist. Her individual fingers possess more strength than your arm on a good day as she steps forward and takes her fighting position. “Now, am I gonna have to smack a bitch?”

The principal doesn’t seem fazed, a look of amusement spreads on her face as she looks at the Oni. “My poor girl, why would Anon want you? If he wanted you then he wouldn’t be here now would he?” She giggles while her fangs still drip with traces of venom. “S-Shut up! I’ll talk with him about that later. For now I’m content to beat your face in!” The oni doesn’t waste any more time, her feet race forward and her arm cocks back, muscles swollen with anger and coursing with lactic acid and adrenaline. Sweat forming on her face. All the while you writh on the floor like a horny ape.

The principal smiles as the punch comes in her direction, not even bothering to move as her tail lashes into place forming a bracelet around the Oni’s wrist. The force isn’t even close to enough to stop the rampaging Oni’s fist, but then again she didn’t need to. With only a tiny bit of energy she redirects it directly the left side. The Oni doesn’t seem to understand what’s happening as her punch seemingly misses for no reason. Her body flying forward with no way to stop. “Foolish girl.” The principal grabs the Oni’s body while still in motion and pushes down with enough force to ensure collision. The Oni’s eyes widen in fear as her body gravitates downward with the energy of her punch still ready to go. A deranged smile on the Apophis’s face as puts her entire weight on top of the Oni.

All of this takes place in the span of a second, fast enough that any outsider would believe that they had witnessed a blink in time. The crash that followed the Oni’s shortlived flight is a strenuous roar that rings out through the entire building. Even you in your sex addled haze can feel it shake the ground beneath your feet as you struggle to understand what just happened.

“Such foolishness.” Her playful voice rings out from the cloud of dust quickly clearing up, her long body coiled on top of the Oni, a twitching mass on the floor as she struggles to breath. “I told you that this would happen if you didn’t back off. I was kind enough to even let you take his first kiss. This is how you repay me?” The apophis bends down and pulls the Oni’s horn which elicits a cry of pain. “I-I love him!” Her voice is cracked and broken through the veil of tears as her fingers try their best to regain her balance. The apophis smiles kindly at the Oni.

“I know you do. I love him more.” With a swift movement her hand pulls down dragging the horn and the connected face of the Oni to the floor. A small pool of blood forms around the now knocked out Oni as the apophis removes herself from on top and slithers to you happily. With a low whistle you hear someone else enter the room. “Darling clean up this mess, take the girl to the infirmary and keep her there for me.” She winks at the roper secretary whose tentacles extend at once to wrap around the crying Oni. She’s lifted with a heaving sigh and the roper begins her trek back when her eyes flutter open.  “A-Anon! I won’t… I-I won’t give up on you! Ever! I love you… Master! I lo-ove you!!!” Her voice fades down the hallway until its barely a whisper. By now the venom has weakened just a tiny bit and you can think clearly albeit your rock hard erection is making it hard.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting dear. From now on it’s just the two of us.” She smiles lustfully as her tail once more wraps around your legs leaving her hands to trace and feel up your torso greedily, she licks and teases and with every movement you can feel the burning sensation intensify, the feeling of her scales against your pants is enough to drive you to insanity. The only thing that occurs to you is that this must be how the Oni felt when you teased her. “That’s enough now.” All stimulation stops and for a second you think about how nice it felt. “Now Anon let’s try this again.” She smiles as she holds up the box in her hand and gives you a warm kiss on the cheek. “Do you, Anon, take this old snake to be your lawfully wedded wife?” She smiles radiantly waiting for your answer, she fishes the rings from the small box.

“No, I could never love someone who threatens me with poison if I refuse to marry her.” You fight through the poison doing your best to maintain some sense of consciousness while she tightens her grip. Her smile turns forced and her eyes grow small like snake slits. “Foolish, you should know by now Anon, I won’t give up. I’ll wait even if it has to be when you’re old and shriveled, say yes now and be happy with me.” The box in her hand collapses and bits of white fluff go everywhere while she stares hatefully.

“I know, you’ll just have to wait until I’m dead.” You groan in pain and pleasure as her grip tightens on your body. She scowls and balls up her fist. “Fine, I won’t rape you Anon, I don’t want to have sex. I want to make love.” She loosens her grip and you fall to the ground a heaving mess, she stands over you with a hand on your shoulder. “I love you Anon, so I’ll wait. I’ll wait until the end of time when the sun is cold because I know the warmth of your hug will be enough.” You regain your breath and look up to meet her warm eyes and her motherly smile. “Just remember one thing Anon.” She tilts her head and closes her eyes.

Her eyes switch open rapidly and her smile extends past the point of normality. “If you fuck another girl I’ll kill her and force-feed her to you.” With that said she helped you up and out of her office. Making sure that you weren’t too sensitive and that you hadn’t injured yourself in any permanent way. Her hand guiding you to the outside of her office and waving goodbye as you slowly stepped away with a bit of a limp.
You step out into the white hallways with no real direction, you decide that the first thing you should do is…

“Fuck this I’m have my own free will and I’m not going to do something just cause I don’t want to hurt someone’s delicate fee-fees.” You stomp the ground beneath you as you feel a strange emotion well up inside of you. “I’m not some puppet and I know what I want!” You grit your teeth, fingers trembling as this new feeling surges through you like a river. “What was I so fucking afraid of before?!” Your feet resound through the hallway as they carve a new path to your destiny your eyes shining with the fires of determination the whole way through, for the first time in your life you felt something that you had thought was a myth, anger.

The ruined office is a fraction of its former glory. Broken bookcases and shattered glass deck the floor and it feels almost too quiet without the comforting clicks of the secretary roper doing paperwork on her ancient computer. It didn’t matter anyway, you only had one life to live and you planned to make it count. You walked up to the door and stopped. It had inlaid carving that was quite pretty to observe but that wasn’t the reason you stopped. Something else was on your mind. “I’m going to have to kill her.” Your thoughts flash to the smiling face of your imouto playing with blocks next to you on those old Saturday mornings. “violence breeds violence I guess.” You take a deep breath and steel yourself to live with whatever happens after you open that door.

“I’m sorry for what I said!” You attempt to swing the door open only to have it come off its hinges, and you still connected to it fall to the floor in a heap of bolts and wood. You couldn’t be sure what just happened but it didn’t seem to matter as in the instant it happened the warmth of her scales were already wrapping around you. “You really are terrible at this you know.” The snake waved you around like a toy while holding you up in her tail. Somehow instead of any other emotion there was only slight content. “I guess even a foolish boy like you can learn.” She set you down before returning to her desk with a sigh.

You’re left dumbfounded by her curt reaction. You had expected passion, anger, hatred and screaming mixed in with tears of emotional outburst. In its place was the simple smile of a content lamia. “Aren’t you scared or something? I could change my mind at any second.” You walk toward the desk where she slowly searches through her cabinets; she looks up with a tiny grin on her face and warm eyes. “I have a feeling that this is the end of your indecisiveness.” She finds what she was looking for as she drags out a small black box out of one of the cabinets before slithering back toward you.

“I’m tired and my fingers hurt from typing and punching so I’ll skip to the point. Marry me, yes or no?” Her expression is a tired smile as she holds out the rings in the palm of her hand and you smile to yourself. They were simple silver bands and yet they shined with a strange brilliance. You swallowed your doubts and kneeled before taking the rings. “It would be my honor, I still hold the right to fuck that Oni behind your back though.” You smirk and she laughs sarcastically while holding out her ring finger.

“You know I’m unreasonable right?” She stops you just as the ring passes the first of her knuckles. You look up and realize that she’s blushing. “Having doubts?” you chuckle but she doesn’t seem to find it very funny. She pouts and stutters “I-It’s not that! It’s just that… I sleep until 3 in the afternoon and I don’t bathe most days, I hate all pets except cats and I have 6 of them so be ready for cleaning poop because I hate doing it. I eat out most of the time and my most expert dish is macaroni and cheese… Also… I fart.” Those last two words are strained as she practically whispers it to herself. She looks down to avoid your gaze but you can tell either way that she’s red.

“You know, we admire people for their qualities.” You stand up as you finish slipping the sliver band onto her ring. She slowly looks at you confused. “Yeah, so?” You grab her and draw her near which elicits a cry of surprise. “But we love them for who they are.” With that said you lean forward into her. The boundary between your lips and hers turns blurry as she kisses back with such ferocity that several times you feel the edge of her teeth biting into you.

 Every once in a while she tries to speak some half-intelligible phrase through the kiss as she slowly leans into her desk. “I… I-I wove anon!!!” She cries into your mouth as her tongue desperately explores every inch, slipping between your teeth and your tongue looking for something. Her passion only escalates from there as she runs her hand over your body through your clothes doing her best to remove them. Her long nails removing or ripping buttons wherever she can to get you out it like a tuna in a can.

“Anon I need it! I-I want it right now!” She rips off your shirt tearing one of the sleeves in the process before laying her torso on the desk while her tail wraps around you and brings you close. She turns red again before seeing the ring on her finger. “I never touched myself down there, I wanted to but I always thought that it would be gross for my husband. Do you prefer girls who have no experience… Even if it means it won’t feel as good?”

She slowly snakes out of her skirt revealing a white triangle on her nether regions as well unbuttoning her professional white blouse. “You don’t mind right?!” She doesn’t wait for your answer taking off both the blouse and her bra leaving her large breasts to swing freely before perking up naturally. Her eyes were nervous as you examined the globes of flesh even going as far as trying to hide them with her hand.

“W-Well stop looking at them you perv.” She raised her hand to your chin and forced it up to her face. “I made not have experience but that doesn’t mean that you can just ogle them.” She laid you down against the carpet floor and rested on top of you. “I may not have experience but I’ve read enough hentai to know where this is supposed to be going!” With a confided smile placed her hand on your shaft and pumped slowly. “This feels good right?” You were already set off from your previous dose of apophis venom. The sensation of her moving up and down brings with it a new zenith of pleasure with each stroke.

“You should see your face right now. So cute.” She lowered and kissed you, inadvertently driving her large globes of flesh into your skin. “I love you Anon.” She whispered into your ear while her hand explored ways to make you feel good without actually reaching climax, prodding and poking, tracing the tip of her finger across the shaft and watching you twitch underneath her without release.

Sweat formed on her body as she became more excited, the entire act of watching you near orgasm enough to send her into heat herself. A trail of liquid beaded on her panties and slid down her scales landing on your legs. “I know you want to cum but you have to wait.” Her tongue briefly flicked at your ear before she got up from on top of you and reversed her orientation. Her tail spread on your face slightly to the side while hers was only inches from your manhood. “It smells so good, so good!” You could feel her inhaling deeply as her hand grabbed it full. “I know you want to cum in my… what is it you kids call it these days? A hand pussy? Well you just have to wait, uh, mouth pussy is reserved for the first taste. Her tongue licked the shaft working her way up. No more need to hold back as she enjoyed every twitch and movement that you made underneath her.

“It’s okay to cum now, I want you to feel good too.” She engulfed the head before moving down, obviously not knowing how to work it, even so the poison was already driving you to the brink. Her tongue was just was drove you over. You don’t know how long it took or when it ended but the feeling was like a white hot poker had been driven into your brain, all thoughts beside the one at hand completely erased as you filled her mouth and continued far after where you had ever gone before. It was only her moans that alerted you to the fact that you had begun licking her warm folds.

“A-Anon that’s… It feels too good!” She pressed forward cutting off your supply to breath as she redoubled her efforts on your already hardening erection. “Anon please… I-It’s too much!” She groaned as with every tentative lick sparks of electricity arced throughout her body, pleasure overtaking her as she stopped her efforts on your own dick to concentrate on the ecstasy. “S-Stop teasing me already!” In a single movement she had flipped her orientation once more, now she was face to face with you as her dripping cunt rested on top of your erection.

“You can cum in here now, make sure to fill it up so I get pregnant.” She licked your lips with her tongue before snaking it inside your mouth. “Are you sure you’re alright with this, we’re in your office?” You regained some small piece of mental sanity in time to realize that you were about to fuck inside the place where who knows how many teacher-parent conferences have been held. She smiled at you intently. “If it’s okay with my husband then it’s okay with me.” Her tongue greedily passed over your lips again as she kissed you deeply

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” You stand up slowly as you regain your ability to think on things other than dick. She smiles as she grabs your hand and lets herself be led. The sound of slithering only superimposed by the happy humming as you walk through the hallways toward the abandoned room where you and the Oni kissed for the first time. Her grip is tight yet delicate and even as students pass by she doesn’t flinch or move away to keep up appearances.

The old wooden door gave way quickly, a small cloud of dust rising in your face as it did. It was dark inside except for the stray beams of sunlight entering through the edge of the curtains. There was really nothing in the room, a few spare desks, a teacher’s chair. All the things you could ever need to have sex with your soon to be wife as she pushed you against the desk and rubbed her eager body to yours. “I’m going to do something you’ll really like.” She laughed as she unzipped your pants and let her tail slide up your legs. “What is it?” You smiled nervously as the tip of her tail slowly wriggled past your scrotum.

“A surprise!” In a single movement her tail entered your anus, at least 3 inches of squirming scales in your ass was enough to cause you to scream as she looked on in confusion. “H-Honey? Are you screaming in pleasure?” She didn’t stop her advances until you grabbed her collar and pulled her close. “Please get that out of me!” Your hands shook in her grasp as she took out a magazine page from her back pocket. “Are you sure you don’t like it? This page by Cosmo says that it will drive men crazy!” She smiles while pointing out guidelines on the magazine detailing such moves like “Sticking your feathers down his urethra.” and “Ear sounding.” as viable forms of aphrodisiac inducing treatments. Tears form in your eyes and she slowly removes her tail inch by inch. “You sure you don’t love me more even a tiny bit?” She takes your furious shaking and tears as a no.

“He couldn’t love you even a tiny bit! Because he loves me!!” You already recognize the brashness in the voice as the door to the classroom explodes once more. You swear that there was a door company that was really profiting from your escapades. The cloud of dust settles to reveal the tall and Proud Oni (although bruised to hell and back.) In the distance an invisible crowd cheers as she steps forward like a champion come to reclaim her throne. “Don’t fuck with this demon!” her hands grab the soft fabric of her white shirt and tear it to bits leaving her full muscled body in view.

A look of shock comes across the apophis’s face as she reels back. “You should be dead, I took your life!” Her hands point accusingly as the Oni who likewise lifts her own hand toward her opponent. “And now I’m going to take yours!” You really wonder what kind of manga has she been reading as she speaks. “I told her to poison you! Why aren’t you poisoned?!” Her eyes widened in fear speculating what could have happened. The Oni doesn’t waste time producing a still squirming pink tentacle from her pocket. “I’m Fuckin’ Invincible is what happened!” She grabs the tentacle in her hand like a spine and crushes it at once.

The room goes quiet as there is nothing left to be said between the two of them, the only thing that breaks the silence is the slight laughter of the apophis, she raises a hand to cover her mouth but that doesn’t do much to stop the laughter emanating from her. “This is ridiculous!” She bends over holding her gut to hold in the laughter. It only stops when…


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“I’ll show you ridiculous!” The words come in time with the falling of her fist across the apophis’s bowed head. You didn’t even notice when the Oni had crossed the room, and if the reaction of the apophis was anything to go by neither did she. A dull crack that caused you to shiver in 2nd hand pain rang throughout the empty classroom while the apophis still felt to the floor. This was followed by a sharp bang of concrete breaking as the force of the Oni’s punch against her head was enough to shatter the floor.

In all it took less than 2 seconds for the entire event to begin and occur but even then you were left shocked. The Oni’s breath blew away the cloud of dust whipped up by the broken ground and beads of sweat collected on her toned body. “I finally found what I was looking for.” She turns to you with a smile before beginning to bound over. You’re happy to accept her after watching her destroy the principal’s face. She doesn’t make it one step before the obsidian claws of the apophis latch on to her ankle.

“Kids have no manners these days.” She makes it sound as if it were a slice of pie but you can see the pain in her eyes, the absolute exhaustion brought on by a sucker punch of that sort. The Oni yelps in pain before swinging her leg back instinctively. Of course the kick connects with the principal’s head and she responds accordingly, that is to say she cries before trying to grab on to the other leg.

“Leave me alone you clingy bitch!”  The Oni doesn’t miss a second as she turns to face the fallen apophis barely clinging on for her love to you. “Nobody! Takes! Anon! From! Me!” Each word is punctuated by a stomping motion of her foot to the already bloodied hair of the principal. After the first one it would’ve been enough to knock out the already battened apophis, unfortunately the Oni doesn’t want her knocked out. She wants her dead.
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“Stop!” Your words bounce off of the Oni’s ears as she continues her rampage, it reaches such an intensity that even the ceiling begins to crack unpromisingly with each continued piercing strike from her boot. You stumble to your feet and throw yourself at the Enraged Oni who for a second seems as likely to kill you as she is to fuck you before noticing who you are.

“Anon!” The warmth of her muscular arms wrapping you up is a good indicator of your survival rate. You hardly manage to turn around in her grasp to look back at your previous principal. The only thing left on the ground is her tail twitching in pain coupled with a puddle of blood and what looks like her head if it weren’t pummeled into a fine paste of hair and bones accompanied with the grey matter from her brain.

“I love you Anon!” The shock and fear in your eyes must not have been visible as she holds you up like a little girl inspecting her favorite toy before bringing you in close to her incredibly large breast for a hug. “Just relax Anon, I beat all the women who wanted to keep you for themselves, now you’re mine and mine alone.” She smiles down at you and giggles at the feeling of you trying to speak while still pasted to her bust.

You manage to get away just enough to catch your breath as well as look up at the cheerful face of the Oni, her fang is just barely pushing through her smile and she doesn’t seem saddened or worried in the least bit despite everything that happened. Today, any sign of anxiety is buried underneath the ecstasy of holding you tight and close to your body.

“Is anything wrong Anon? Do you want to fuck me? We can fuck if you want! I don’t mind it one bit.” She drops you to your feet with a blunder before you regain your balance; your freedom from her love is short lived as she begins undressing you, each article of clothing falls away as she speaks about her adoration.
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“I knew that the snake bitch had to die as soon as possible when she threatened you, I won’t let anyone take away my dear master and lover like that. If anyone tries then they deserve to be killed brutally, don’t you agree Anon?” she’s in her black latex spats and bra while you’re left in your white underwear.

You didn’t get a chance to voice your disapproval as once more she brings you in for a hug. “Kyaa! I can’t help myself around you Anon, whenever you touch my skin I feel all dokidoki and my head spins! I love you I love you I love you so much!” Her laughter and tears of happiness are indistinguishable as she rubs her body against yours, soft scarlet skin meets yours at every moment and her grin only grows wider with every second. The absolute devotion and love in her eyes can only be offset by the pile of meat behind you that previously presented you with wedding rings.

Her cuddling attack lasts the better part of the hour, any attempts to get her to let go of you are met by giggling followed by “Silly Anon, I choose when my master lets go of me.” Which is then itself followed by an even more intense cuddling and nuzzling. It only comes to an end when she collapses onto her knees in blush and unfocused eyes looking all over the room, her mouth wide open with a trail of drool at its corner. Soft nothings still being uttered faintly as she squirms in sex addled weakness. “Love… Love… Anon love…”

The oni’s warm breath turns scalding hot at the lust inside of her boiling through into the air. In your mind the memory of everything that has happened this last few weeks is condensed into one point, the memory of Oni vs Cyclops fight. Your Kitsune imouto basically confessing to being a psychopath who killed the Cyclops, your principal proposing (and you accepting) to marry her, and now your principals body twitching only a few meters behind you … Just the regular for you.

What do you do?
You grab onto the Oni still writhing in pleasure and lift her up off the ground. She looks at you in confusion before stuttering something unintelligible “No cuddling?” You can barely make out what she’s saying before the sound of feet scurrying toward you make you realize just how little time you have left.

“Can’t explain, gotta run.” You keep it quick and she nods before packing up her things, which are surprisingly little besides her clothes and you own. You don’t really have too much to pack in your home but then again you wouldn’t go there considering that your imouto is still probably waiting to catch you and rape you into submission. “Wait a second.” You tell the Oni to stop as she opens the door while still in her bra.

You felt like a scumbag but you forced yourself to do it anyway. The ring on the principal’s finger wasn’t something you were going to let go to waste. You slide it off easily as well as collecting the contents of her pocket and bound away into the hallways with the Oni by your side, a smile on her face as she comes to realize what you have planned.

“Anon is running away with me?!” She giggles into your shoulder while one of her hands smash down the Principal’s window. You nod which only elicits more giggling while you begin the car, your experience with cars was limited but seeing fast and furriest basically made you an expert right?

Regardless you were trailing down the street with the Oni at your side, her hand grabbed yours and the smile on her face told you that she had no idea what was going to happen if they caught the two of you.

“Anon I love you!” She smiles at you while the words escape her mouth, it felt as if a ball of happiness had suddenly exploded in the car as the reality of this shitty situation completely bounced of off her.

Surprisingly the road was empty and devoid of cops, which was good considering your skills weren’t anything to brag about. The highway opens up in front of you while the red Oni opens up about her plans right next to you. “And then we’ll have three daughters and I’ll be a pro MMA fighter and you’ll be my cute sidekick who always saves me at the last second and we’ll live in a mansion made of cheese!” The words continue to escape her mouth while you think about where you can go until this all blows down.

Where do you run away to? (give a description of a place or a name.)


Three years have passed since that fateful day when you ran away from the communal and quiet town where you were raised, your Oni and now wife had applied to become a judge almost immediately after entering the city. Her physicals were among the best they had ever seen and her determination to follow the law was something that outranked even some of the elder judges. The only thing she lacked was the ability to remember the laws themselves and the punishment awarded to each of the thousands of crimes.

“I am the law!” You nodded and she smiled through her custom made black and red helmet with a one way visor. She had been practicing almost two weeks in order to add the perfect amount of menacing tone and still sound confident. You had to reprimand her with a bottle of water everytime she laughed halfway through or tried to kiss you because “You broke the law!”

The only thing that hadn’t changed about her was the absolute devotion that she showed you regardless of the circumstance, you prayed you’ve find the day you would have to call for a judge and risk have her burst in guns blazing. She’d end up killing everyone and then the judges would end up killing her. You really wanted to avoid any more trouble if it meant having to lose the cozy if not satisfactory life you made for yourself in the Megacity.

This day started much like all the others in these last three years, you kissed her goodbye before she set off howling on her government-funded motorcycle while waving her pistol in the air. You were sure she was going to be arrested soon, then again you’d been saying that for the last two years.

The only thing that brought you out of your thoughts was a knock on the door. You got up with a stretch and walked to the dingy door that was your apartment. Before you managed to unlock the door she presented herself. “Onii-chan? I can smell you so don’t pretend you’re not there! I came to talk with you, do you mind?” Your blood froze in your veins and sweat practically shot out of your forehead. She sounded calm and more mature, but then again she had always been good at acting…

What do you do?

“We can talk from where we’re standing, what do you have to say?” You try not to panic even as the sweat runs down your forehead, visible stains on your armpits already ruin your presentation as you cover the door to the best of your abilities.

“What happened to my loving Onii-chan? You used to cuddle with me every morning and tell my bedtime stories every day! Now I have to travel halfway across the continent because you like a girl!?” Her tone is accusatory and you can’t deny that she has at least a little bit of the right thought.

“I only did what I did because I loved you! I killed the Cyclops because she hurt you and you know it! I only wanted… I only wanted you to see me as more than just a little girl… Why won’t my Onii-chan hug me?” The sorrow in her voice is poisonous to your ears, the blood rushing through them carries it to the rest of your body and before long you feel weak to her advances. The sobs from your little sister on the other side grow louder before disappearing entirely.

“Can’t you even speak to me? Please?” Resonating fists pound against the door forcing you to hear and feel her desperation, every ten seconds she throws herself against the wooden frame and her wailing only intensifies. You can feel the sound of the metal hinges weakening with a weak Clink followed by a bolt or two falling, the words to get her to stop her onslaught don’t seem to find you.

“Why do you want to come in?” It’s the only thing you can say to at least get her to slow down.  Her previous assault dies down into weak poundings as she speaks. “I want to see your face, prove that you’re still the Onii-chan I loved, please?” A stone forms in your chest weighing you down toward the doorknob. Your hand gravitates over it but you can’t bring yourself to unlock it. Your wife only left a few minutes ago, you could probably get her back here in time.

What do you do?

You weren’t going to take chances anymore, despite any emotional attachment you might have to this girl the fact remained that she was dangerous. Not that your wife was any less dangerous, but at least she would kill everyone else around you. You quietly walked away from the door hoping to avoid stressing her out and potentially inducing another attack.

“Why are you walking away? Won’t you even stand beside me when you talk?” Shit she already figured out that you weren’t there. Your plan to at least call in peace and quiet went up in smoke. You don’t have time for this in the least bit. “I’m going to make a call, just wait there and I’ll let you in.” That wasn’t a lie but it might as well have been one.

The change in her attitude is instantaneous as the pounding increases tenfold and her voice turns as desperate and pathetic as someone on the verge of death. “Open up! I waited a long time for this moment Anon!” Her screeching hurts you both physically and emotionally as the dial tone continues ringing in your other ear.

“Judge Oni speaking, how can I help you?” Her voice is surprisingly professional until you start begging for help, at which point any vestige of tact or politeness is thrown out the window. “I’ll BE THERE IN 3 MINUTES!!! DON’T LET THAT FLUFFY BITCH IN!!!” Now you had two girls screaming at you. “OpEn Up AnOn!?” You can’t even pinpoint what she’s trying to convey with her tone.

One of the few remaining bolts on the door flies off as she throws herself against it from the other side, the door creaks terribly and you feel like the black guy in a zombie movie who nearly made it to the end. “I PrOmIsE I wOn’T sTeAl YoUr lIvEr…” The next bolt shoots out and lands next to you with a clang. Your countdown to the door blowing off slowly ticks down to the inevitable.

What do you do?

You barely manage to close the door behind you before the shattering wood makes it clear that your imouto wanted to do more than just talk. “I’m not leaving until I have my Onii-chan back!” Her voice pierces you as the door behind you shuts, leaving you to enjoy the last minutes of your life in your small but comfortable bedroom.

You walk back while staring at the door until the edge of your bed causes you to fall onto the mattress. Sure enough the sound of her slow footsteps and unnatural giggling comes closer and closer to your room until it resonates from the other side. “Maybe you aren’t my real Onii-chan? If you were my real Onii-chan then you would want me to be with you… Is that it?” You just swallow your fear and keep quite. She doesn’t seem amused.

“Open up right now, if you do then I’ll forgive you for ignoring me before and running away, otherwise when I break down this door I’ll kill you like the false Onii-chan that you’re acting like right now!” Her voice is already shaky and the thought of being stabbed by your little sister was definitely something unappealing. At the very least you wanted to die while fucking.

“3 seconds.” Her crazed laughter follows her countdown as well as the dull thud of an edge of a knife slowly carving into the door. “2 seconds Onii-chan, what would your wife say if she saw you right now cowering for your life? Why is it so hard for you to understand that I’m the only one who will ever love you?”

You stare around one last time, the apartment you live in was 6 floors up and there was only concrete waiting on the sidewalk. If you somehow didn’t die then you would sure as fuck break your legs at the very least. Your wife also claimed that she would be here in 3 minutes about a minute ago, which the door definitely wouldn’t hold up. Besides that you had just about everything a shitty apartment bedroom would have as well as a small bathroom with cleaning equipment.

What do you do?

“A good imouto doesn’t kill her Onii-chan.” You were feeling desperate, maybe she could be reasoned with at the very least. Her laughter ceases and the quiet void emanates from the other side of the door until her voice rings like a bad omen. “A good Onii-chan doesn’t NTR his cute Kitsune Imouto!” You knew that she was right on that account. You didn’t have an excuse.

“So what is your answer, are you going to pierce me with your rod or do you want me to pierce you with my knife? I promise to keep your skin nice and warm when I’m wearing it!” You weren’t sure anymore if she actually planned to let you live but like hell you were going to open that door. You don’t wait for her threat as you rip off the thing blanket that provided shitty insulation but now would provide something much more life-saving.

“Time for slaughtering Onii-chan!” Her laughter is impossibly high-pitched as she pounds on the door with enough strength to immediately tear two bolts from their place. You scramble to the window with the blanket tied around your neck, your wrists, and your ankles as a form of pseudo-parachute. You’re almost certain at least another person has died doing this but you were going to die if you didn’t do this.

You put on foot on the aluminum windowframe followed by another, the pavement beneath you screams a deranged tune that nearly drives you back to the safety of the room before her cries of desperate yangire drive you back to the window. “Truly I have been forsaken.” You think to yourself as the ground races up to meet you.

Time itself feels slower than it should as the red-brick walls of your building race past you, there was little you hated more about the city than the hideous brick walls that remained unpainted or decorated. Now it might be the last thing you see as the concrete grows in size too quick for you to actually deploy your blanket. The only thing you can do is perhaps rotate your body to soften the fall.

What body part takes the brunt of your fall? (Disable a part of your body.)

You barely manage to twist your body in time for your knee to receive the brunt of the fall. The waves of pain don’t come instantly, instead it feels ad if you had fallen asleep on it and were only now waking up to the limp limb. Of course you could tell the difference between the two situations by the dull throbbing pain wavering through you as well as the way it bent into an unsightly angle. Your thoughts raced before you much like the flood of cars in the highway right beside you.

“Onii-chan is so brave! Maybe he CAN still be useful… As a meat toilet!” Her frenzied screaming leaves no doubt that she isn’t willing to back off, for her this is all or nothing. You don’t look up to meet her face but by the sound of her unrefrained laughter you can tell that she is enjoying the sight of you stumbling like a fish on the sidewalk.

There wasn’t any time for that though, the fact remained that by your estimates there was still a minute and a half left before your Oni judge would arrive on the scene, even then you would rather run away that force her to face off against your crazy imouto, god only knows what things your wife would do to her once she arrived.

With that thought and done you get to your feet, the pain coursing through your knee immediately forces you to focus nearly all of your weight on your still semi-functional leg, your entire body groaned in protest begging you to fall down and sleep on the floor, but you knew that wasn’t an option leading anywhere but death/slavery. You swallow the taste of blood in your mouth and look around before heading to…

1.	The bus stop. Lots of monstergirls there
2.	The dark alley, maybe she’d miss you.
3.	Cross the street, if you can make it she won’t be able to follow.
4.	Custom (where should we go?)

You decide that the best course of action is to cross the street, every few seconds the torrents of cars manage to lull for just enough time for you to cross from one lane to the next. It probably wasn’t a good idea given that you had just crushed your knee underneath a five story fall, but the only other alternative was waiting for your imouto to come down here and get you by herself. At any rate you if you were going to be hunted you’d make it hard.

The first lane of cars go by rather quickly, you jump in time to avoid a black service truck whose large rims nearly crush your foot if not for a lucky misstep, you would have been happy with your progress if it wasn’t only the first of a 16 lane street. Now remained the 15 lanes crowded with cars going at well over the speed needed to turn you into a slime,  just not of the sexy variety.

Progress is slow and your survival rate goes down with every step you take, you can feel the angels beckoning to you with every car that whizzes by and more than once you feel a sidemirror slam into your gut or a wheel press down on the tip of your toes, by the time you’re nearly at the other side you’ve gone from bruised and battered to downright roadkill.

The final lane passes underneath you as you take a galloping jump that propel you over the black asphalt, you can already feel the freedom of not having your imouto chase you when the air horn from the truck blasts with the intensity of someone standing next to you. The only thing you feel is your ankle crushed underneath the wheel as the rest of your body slams into the sidewalk. You don’t know what happened but you can already hear her deranged laughter from the other side as she skulks the sidewalk from side to side like a lion waiting for a tortoise to leave its shell.

You pull your broken ankle to the sidewalk hoping to avoid further injury, before you a series of shops open up, you can barely walk but you decide to…

1.	Enter the restaurant. (chase sequence)
2.	Enter the police station (No fun sequence)
3.	Wait on the sidewalk (Oni vs Kitsune sequence)
You get to your knees in time for the first wave of nausea to hit, the intense desire to vomit caused by the injuries you’ve sustained pairs up with the pain coursing through your body. At this point you would’ve accepted being stabbed as an alternative to staying awake and having to continue this.

The moment your foot touches the ground a searing wave of pain races through your leg and back to you, the sensation itself would have been enough to make you faint, but of course you try again like the fool you are. This time the source of your anguish results from your knee joint slipping through the socket like a knife on toast, the grating sensation is an electric shock gushing through your leg which draws out a scream as you fall to the floor. The world spins and you realize now that you won’t make it at this rate.

Then you hear her sirens, you didn’t know it was her but you knew it had to be someone with the government. At the very least you’d be arrested for loitering, and at the very best you’d get to live and be saved from the possibility of death quickly becoming a reality as the blood slowly poured from the gashes spread about your lower leg.

“Anon?!” You looked up in time to see your Oni completely ignore the motorcycle, instead ditching it mid dash as she scrambled to you with eyes wide with panic and care. The sound that followed was the scree of wheels trying and failing to brake in time to avoid the abandoned vehicle, before you had the time to blink the pileup had accumulated to well over ten different cars all forming a rainbow of destruction in the middle of the highway.

 “Anon…” Of course next came the voice you absolutely didn’t want to hear Her calm soprano tone could be mistaken for caring as she now wandered across the empty street devoid of anything except the moans of injured drivers crawling out of their cars. Your Oni was already by your side with shaking hands incoherently screaming at you, but there was little her training could do except take you to the hospital.
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Your focus wasn’t on the screaming Oni though; you were much more preoccupied with the Kitsune imouto closing the distance between the two of you with slow pacing strides. The smile on her was murderous by itself, but the way her eyes never left you was what truly unnerved you. Your attempts at drawing away attention from you to the Kitsune were met by shaky hands hugging you as the Oni carefully lifted you up into a delicated hug, tears streaming freely down her cheek while she planted kiss after desperate kiss on your face. “Don’t… Ever… Do that… To me… Again!”  The anxiety had taken a toll on her already tenuous listening skills.

“Hehehhehe… I finally caught you Onii-chan and your little slut too.” Her voice was crystal clear water flowing down a glacier and onto you. The blood in your veins practically reversed their flow in fear and the sweat dripping down your face felt like tiny pricks all following up to your death at her hands.

“Did you do this to him? Your wife’s words were charged with aggresivity which your imouto didn’t even seem to notice. “What else should be done to a terrible Onii-chan who ignores his cute little imouto? Trash like him only deserves to die!” The laughter flying out of her mouth itself was cruel.

“Assault of a human, 35 years. Premeditated attempted murder, 50 years. Obstructing the streets, 10 years. Threatening a judge, 20 years…” Each word feels like a threat in itself and through her visor you can only see the darkness of her hatred beamed at the Kitsune listening lazily with a bored look on her face. The trembling of her hands beside her holster remind you of a western.

“How do you plead?” The words echo into the empty air with a flat tone that you can’t believe contrasted by her previous threats, now there is only left to wait. The Kitsune looks up and…

1.	Charges, immediately pierced by a volley of bullets (Kitsune dies, good oni end.)
2.	Charges, dodging the bullets in time to attack. (Kitsune dies, bad oni end)
3.	Declares herself guilty, dropping the knife while confessing her love (Kitsune lives, intermediate oni end)
4.	Custom (How should it end?)

The first thing you notice is her stance, Kitsune aren’t particularly amazing physically, then again if that actually mattered to your imouto you wouldn’t be here. Her legs tensed up as she leaned forward, even from your dizzying spot you could already see the events unfurling before they happened. There was nothing to speculate.

She launched herself forward, the speed was something you didn’t expect, but your wife had already taken it into calculation as her holster clicked open. The first step was already finished as her hand wrapped around the gun.

The next step was a blend of muscles all working into place, the arms gripped the knife as her leg created an opposing force against the concrete, before she had even finished the step her arms were raised overhead ready for stabbing action. Your wife’s hand raised the gun to meet the target, your sister.

You couldn’t hear yourself but you screamed out to her, out for her to stop, you don’t know if it was meant for your sister or your wife but you didn’t want anyone to die, at least not this brutally. There was only 2 meters or so left between the red skinned woman wearing black latex and the loosely dressed Kitsune with a cruel knife held in her hands. Any hesitation on the other’s part would lead to death. Any chance for one to back down had just been destroyed.

The ringing sound in your ear felt like it had been there forever, you don’t know how many times she fired the gun but after the third bullet your imouto had already fallen to her knees. Now you could only watch as bullet after bullet tore through her body, her face still wore the smile on her face even as baseball sized holes appeared on her body.

The sound of her lungs filling with blood reminded you of a bathtub drain gurgling as the remains of water streamed down the endless depths. Her hands covered her body now painted scarlet red. You decided to…

1.	Comfort Kitsune imouto (Be a good Onii-chan)
2.	Ignore Kitsune imouto (You sick fuck)
3.	Custom (you’re still a sick fuck.)

The little strength in your legs serve as fuel to push your forward, if you had looked down you have seen your ankle bleeding profusely and your knee turned into a mangled lump of flesh connecting you two even more useless lumps of flesh by the still twitching sinews that refused to break. That was all you could do to push yourself forward and hopefully toward the wailing girl who looked tiny plastered against the concrete.

Your wife didn’t try to stop you, for your sake or because of the shock clouding your mind you weren’t sure, in the end she was the lesser of two problems in your life right now. There was someone who needed you, if only for a few seconds to enjoy a farewell.

Your hands reached into the rapidly growing pool of blood expanding ever outward from her body, her head swiveled in your directions but her eyes never faltered, the smile of deranged evil that she had prominently showed you since this morning was reduced to a trembling lip pursed together in fear and despair. You didn’t know the words to make things okay, but you did know the words that would at least make her happy for a little bit.

You grabbed her head gently as you laid her out on your lap, her eyes had lost much of their focus due to the blood loss but somehow they continued to stare at you. If she hadn’t been on the verge of death you would have thought she was about to burst into tears. In the end it felt like just another lazy Saturday afternoon where she demanded that you hold her while watching her favorite anime. The only thing missing was the soft warmth of the couch beneath you as she played with your hair and told you her plans for marrying you for the twentieth time, instead you’d enjoy the warmth of her blood slowly pooling underneath you, her playful voice replaced by her whimpering as she faded away.
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“I will always be your Onii-chan.”It hurt to speak, but it would have hurt more not to. Her answer was an almost imperceptible nod, her hair rubbing against your lap as she tried her best to communicate her intentions.

“I never wanted for you to be hurt.” Her lips were left ajar as a pathetic gasp for breath escaped, instead of inhaling you heard the burbling sound of fluids emptying down into her lung clearly visible through one of several holes in her chest.

She slowly raised her hand, the knife still held tightly in the knuckles shut by the blood forming improvised glue keeping it in place. She looked up at you with caring eyes as it swooped down against your chest. All it managed to do was awkwardly slide off to the side and snag itself on your shirt. That didn’t dissuade your imouto as she struggled once more to lift her shaking arm and repeat the operation, managing nothing.

“To…” Her voice calls out, a pathetic whisper barely higher than the sound of breeze slipping in between a blade of grass. The sounds of her knife uselessly hitting your chest in her futile attempts are coupled with her stuttering voice repeating the same syllable. You can only lean forward until her cold breath holds itself against your ear. “To… ge… t-t-th-th… er.”

One final breath lands softly on your cheek signaling her end. The pool of blood also comes to a stop, your pants now soaked in both your blood and hers. The final sign of her end is the sound of the clattering metal knife harmlessly falling to the floor beside her. You can’t even cry, instead closing her empty eyes gazing at a cloud filled sky.

Next you know you’re in the back of an ambulance, the oni beside you strokes your hair with her helmet set on the bench beside her, the jittering of machinery serves a discordant tune to accompany your mood. “Are you alright? Anything I can do to help?” Her voice is anxious to please, but beside that you can hear something else in it. Doubt and suspicion.

What do you say?

“Did you start loving me because I grabbed your horn?” It was an odd question to ask when you were being wheeled to a hospital. You had always been conflicted with the transformation that occurred the day she confessed to you. After years of relentless torture it had taken only 4 hours for her to confess undying love.

The surprise on her face was a clear indicator that she hadn’t been expecting it either. A red streak of blush on her cheek while her lips trembled with words poorly planned to explain her feelings. It all ceased as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “I… I…” The words came uneasily but steadily.

“I never found the words before that day… To speak to you!” The regret in her voice is evident as she opens her eyes with a determined flame burning inside. She doesn’t waste time to continue as her hand darts forward onto your shoulder with a gentle stroke.

“I wanted to tell you so many things, b-but whenever I tried I would always bully you. Eventually I accepted that the only chance I’d ever get to be with you was to rape you.” Large eyes wet with repressed memories look down at you while her hand slowly traces circles across your chest, absently touching you without any real reason other than to keep you close.

“Every day in class I’d doodle pictures of you and me going and out and doing stuff together. Once I even made a poster where I confessed my feelings for you… but I tore it to shreds after you told me to leave you alone the day I was going to present it to you.” She looks older now, bags under her eyes appearing where before she had always been youthful.

“I always loved you Anon. I always wanted you to love me too; the only thing that changed that day was my willingness to confess it.” A single warm tear falls from her face to your cheek, she isn’t holding back any more of them, instead it feels like she was letting go of one that she had held back for a long time. “I’ve only ever wanted you to love me like I have always loved you… Did I succeed Anon?”

What do you say?

“What a stupid thing to say.” You look up into the startled eyes of the Oni silently waiting for you answer, you smile at her and laugh. “I’ve loved you since you asked me to, don’t doubt that much.” With that said the floodgates in her eyes burst open. Tears barely suppressed stream down her cheeks while her hands rub your shoulders carefully trying her best not to hurt you while resisting the temptation to squeeze you into her arms.
“Y-You really mean it? You always loved me? I-I’m not dreaming like last time?!” You could only nod and accept her kisses which she planted on your face and collar while doing her best to stop crying, failing terribly while covering you in the warmth of her tears of happiness.

The funniest thing about the entire situation was that you had already told her you loved her, several times each day. You never did understand how she managed to react this way every time you told her so, but at least it showed how honest she was.

“I-I love you too Anon! I promise I’ll give you many daughters who will also love you a-and and I’ll cook and clean and wear dresses and stuff! I’ll even do zurri pie that you always ask me for!” Her innocent eyes conveyed her gratefulness and her shaking hands told you of her happiness. You didn’t bother correcting her on the fact that you had asked for paizuri, not zurri pie, instead enjoying her adoration focused entirely on you.

“Let’s make a deal, make sure to come home every night and cuddle, and I will never stop loving you.” You wink  at the red skinned girl with a giant horn protruding her forehead, she gasps in happiness before nodding furiously, her horn slamming into the roof of the car makes a grating noise while she repeats her answer. “Always and always and always and always and always!”  The excitement in her voice makes you feel giddy as well.

She finally calms down in time for the ambulance to reach the hospital, as the tehcnicians cart you away she waves to you with an ecstatic smile on her face. “I love you Anon!” Her smile remains with you even as they take you to surgery.

Epilogue tomorrow or soon.


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 “Well well, what do we have here?” This wasn’t a voice you recognized. It didn’t have a lick of sympathy or care, instead it dripped solemn hatred and justice. You looked up in time to see the red and black helmet enter through the cloud of dust. His black boots clip against the floor with a satisfying sound as he does. “I came here for a witness, looks like I’m leaving with more.” The Oni wastes no time in confronting the man in black.

 “If you don’t want to leave here with less appendages than you entered leave. Now.” He doesn’t budge an inch, only the glossy black visor answers her threat before he speaks. “Threatening a judge, 30 years.” He walks forward and extends his hands to apprehend the Oni, she answers first by launching a punch straight at his helmet. “Bad move.” His hand grabs her wrist and completely detains the punch, under his black sleeve muscles scream with power unheard of between man and mg.

His scowl doesn’t change but the atmosphere turns hostile immediately. “Wh-what?” The Oni’s eyes widen in fear and disgust as she tries to retrieve her hand only to find an unbearable pressure holding it in place. “Threatening a judge was only 30, now you just made it harder on yourself.” His hand remains firmly locked on her wrist as she struggles pathetically to escape, with a mechanical grace his other hand reaches into his holster and retrieves a behemoth of a pistol. The kind of thing that would put heavy rifles to shame. “You… You monster!” The Oni screams in time for the first bullet to perforate her stomach.
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Her body hangs in place for a second; even from here the baseball sized hole was clear on her gut. A groan of pain escapes her body as she looks down with hand trembling. “You brought this on yourself.” The man in black lets go and she collapses into a rapidly expanding pool of blood, her trembling hands trying to cover the wound as she does.

“I take it you’re Anon?” He walks up to you with no indication of emotion for the whimpering Oni behind him. You can barely make out her eyes crying for you to come help her as he repeats his question. “Anon?” You look up into the black visor punctuated by the cruel scowl accompanying it. “Y-Yes?” You stutter as he retrieves a letter from his pocket.

“You are the only legal guardian for the young kitsune which calls you her *Onii-chan*. As of this morning at 7:52 AM she has been taken into custody by a fellow judge. Her sentence is set at 60 years in the Isocubes. No bail.” He doesn’t wait for your response as he turns to the Apophis staring with terrified eyes at the fallen student still crying and clutching her gut in pain. “10 years in the cubes for unwillful possession of illegal narcotics, you’re coming with me scum.” He flicks out a pair of cuffs and in a blink of an eye closes them between her hands.
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The apophis blinks in confusion until he pulls the cuffs. “W-what are you talking about? I’m not carrying any substances!” Her voice is desperate and tears form in her eyes as she resists the pulling of the black man’s arms. “Really? What is this then?” In one second he grips her fangs between his fingers and pulls. Screams of pain come from the apophis as he tears free the fang and holds it like a bug. “Is this or is this not apophis venom, illegal under the current mg to human conventions.” He crushes the fang as the weeping apophis tries her best to stop the bleeding from her mouth as well as stopping the pain.

“Walk or else it’ll go down as resisting a judge instead of possession. Scum like you deserves as much though.” He gives one last yank of the chain and she stumbles to the ground, crying freely while looking at you. In that moment when you look in her eyes you realize that she is going to…

“I’ll go.” Her mouth drips blood in streams as the judge picks up the tired apophis, her frills hidden from sight in depression or fear. Regardless she is escorted out by the judge in brusque steps, you can only watch as her eyes stare at you with a strange warmth, desire maybe. She doesn’t say anything but then again she didn’t have to in order for you to understand what she meant. The footstep and the slithering fade down the hallway and for a second you consider jumping out the window. Maybe ending it now meant that there wouldn’t be as much pain. You even open the window on your hobbled leg when you hear her voice calling for you.

“A-Anon?” The brashness is a memory of who she is right now. Meek and simple as the blood slowly stops its flow. You turn back to her with a curiousity normally reserved for stray dogs and tortured POW, that is to say that it was something you knew existed but didn’t get involved with. Her breathing was ragged as she grasped her intestines from falling out and she looked at you with pleading eyes. Her hand weakly extending toward you while you looked on.

“I’m real.” Her words are simple but they carry a weight you wouldn’t have expected from her. For the first time since the sound of the bullet traveling through her came you realize that she is in fact going to die here, this wasn’t some bad dream you were having. Your knees felt weak suddenly and the room spun. You didn’t have time for that however. You need to see what the Oni wanted before it was too late.

“Anon can you come closer?” It has a strange tranquility which draws you in, your feet step over the puddles of blood and you kneel beside her. Already her eyes are glassy and she grabs your hand weakly. “Was I… was I good enough for you Anon? Do you love me?” the warmth of her life flowing from her fills the ground beneath your feet.

What do you say/do?

“You did good, I’m happy I had you to call my friend.” Your mind races with all the different things you want to say. “I love you.” being one of them. “Don’t go yet!” Being another. “I promise to never forget you and to whisper your name as I die.” Being one of the least reasonable ones but still there.  You hold her hand and stay by her side. Her head tilts to look at you and a smile spreads on her pale cheeks. “You’re… so s-stupid.” She giggles, tiny involuntary movement of the diaphragm which only manage in causing her to cough up the remaining bits of stomach lining and esophagus that didn’t fall through the hole in her stomach.

“I-I meant it you know…” Her hands seem to tremble and for a second the giant Oni looks like a little girl begging for you to love her. Her eyes drip warm tears down her cheeks. She speaks once more in a whisper. “I wanted to… I-I wanted to hold y-your hand Anon. I d-dreamt of building snowmen with you… I wanted your breath on my face… when we go t-to sleep at night.” She stops momentarily to cough, small splatters of blood on your face. “I-I wanted our daughters to pl-play in the backyard… I wanted you to be ha-ha-happy… with me…” Her breathing turns almost non-existent and her eyes stop drifting, remaining still in their place.

“It’s not… fair.” Her voice is less than a whisper, a wisp just barely carried on the wind to your ears. “I-I finally found so-someone I-I’m willing to live for… And now… And now… n-now…” She never speaks again. Her eyes remain glassy evermore and her mouth drips only the tiny bit of dried blood. You cover your tears and close her eyes while cleaning up the drops of blood still sprinkled around her face. You don’t know how long you stand beside her but you do know that it was long enough for the warm sticky solution that smelled of gun powder to turn cold and for her body to turn rigid. The only reason you get up is to allow the paramedics to call her time of death and the reason you don’t go back is due to the roper secretary who pulls you away.
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“Exit the gate at your left side.” Even from the outside you could hear the loud BZZT of the speaker come to life and the disgruntled voice behind it giving instructions. The sound of gates flipping open was accompanied by the rattling of metal on metal as chain pulled upward the large plate of orange painted metal. It was a strange site seeing the High security jail in real life. A behemoth fortress of steel and concrete all wrapped up in yellow and orange paint and topped with a tower in the center large enough to overlook the entire compound. It looked like something out of a sci-fie movie where people have to escape.

The sun reflected off the metal as it rose, the clouds in the sky sporadically appearing and disappearing with the flight of harpies as well as the general tone of the wind that blew that day. Cold and chilly yet refreshing for the humid heat of the summer that pelted the rest of the year. You had graduated from college last year and had found a nice little place in the city where you could stay with her. You tried getting passes to talk with her but the isocubes were some of the most strict security measures know to monstergirlkind. If things had gone like you thought then you would be the first person she speaks to in 10 years.

You took a deep breath and smiled as the gate lifted. Her tiny figure was a massive contrast between the orange paint and her orange jumpsuit. Her tail slithered slightly against the pavement but the truly amazing thing was her expression. Her eyes were like a child’s who had just tasted icecream for the first time. The wind on her face caused her disheveled hair to blow all the more beautifully and it only multiplied in amazement when her eyes saw you. “A-Anon?” Her voice was foreign and strange, then again she probably hadn’t had much practice in talking with others.

She cautiously wandered to you with her hands in her pockets and stood in front of you silently. You smiled through the awkwardness while thinking of something to say, anything to break this silence.

What do you say?

You breathe deeply, you had waited a long time and turned down Ilias knows how many girls while waiting for her. You still instinctively carried rape whistles from that time the Ushi-Oni tried to use your dick like a curling iron. You cleared your throat and opened your eyes while the timid apophis looked on in curious wonder.

“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much these ten years.” You look down at her as tears form in your eyes; by comparison she tilts her head confusedly. “I don’t want us to be apart again, would you move in with me?” You had rehearsed that for a few hours and now you were going to see how it effective it turned out. She looked up at you with admiration, or was it fear? Either way she nodded her head. “Kay.” It was a simple response but you didn’t know what else to expect from her.

You stood awkwardly once more as she tied up her long hair into a knot while staring at you only to untie it once more. “Oh yeah!” You suddenly remembered what you had brought. She took your words to be hostile and jumped back. Cowering low and hiding her face beneath the long sleeves of her jumpsuit. You didn’t give it any thought as you kneeled down and pulled out the black box from your back pocket. Slowly she lowered the sleeves from blocking out her site and looked once more curiously.
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Her eyes glinted with a flame of remembrance at the sight of the box, from the crack in its side to the bronze hinge on the side it looked exactly like a box she had owned once. She thought. Cautiously she slithered forward toward you and toward the box she remembered. Your heart skipped a beat. Her hands shaking as they slowly extended themselves over the box and ran a single finger. You notice that her fingernails were long and unkempt but it was only to be expected given the circumstances

She took the box in her hand and slowly looked over it. Her fingers tracing over it as she tried to figure out how it worked, in a moment of inspiration she slipped her fingers between the wedges and managed to send the two silver rings that you had save clattering to the pavement. She nearly fainted from the sound but stopped herself. Her arms shaking as she grabbed on to you for support. “Calm down it’s alright.” You whispered words of comfort into her ear and she stopped shaking. You bent down to pick up the rings but she refused to let go, forcing you to lift her up after you had already retrieved the silver ornaments from the ground.

“I’m scared.” She spoke like a child as you guided her back to your car. It was an old beat up thing but it worked for you and her. She didn’t hesitate to trust you completely as you drove her to your home, it was hard to believe that she was nearly ten years your elder as she fiddled with the silver rings like toys. You had decided not to speak about marriage or dating until she had regained some sense of self.
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“So… You’ll marry me?” Her words nearly sent you careening the car into bumper on the side of the road. She didn’t seem to notice your panic as she tugged your sleeve once more. “Marry me now Anon.” She rubbed her hair against you which was unpleasant given the way it smelled like cardboard after years of not bathing.

“Are you sure?” She held her hands together while slipping one of the rings onto her fingers. “I’m sure.” You swore that for a second you could feel her old tone of voice slipping into her speech. “W-well okay then, let’s get home and plan the wedding.” You didn’t have any idea how you planned to do this but she answered that for you. by asking you to park in a dark alleyway. She took your hand and lifted it to her mouth while never changing her look of innocent wonder.

“I want to be married now.” She took your hand and pricked your thumb with her remaining fang. The last thing you remember before it goes black is her tiny smile as she rubs her scales into your body and mounts you with greedy eyes. “I promised you I’d wait didn’t I.” Her voice echoes in your head as she kisses you over and over again. Her tongue slowly tracing circles over your lips as she does.

The beast is dead.