Big Blue Oni

We live in a time of war. Our enemy; the degenerate and innumerable hoards of the chaos gods. Already countless towns and cities have been lost to these deprived she devils. Raids along our boarder now happen daily. The fires of the pillage rises high into the night skies. Women and children run screaming from their homes. The men keep a brave face on things, to spare their wives sadness. Some even offering themselves up to the evil harlots.

“no, no. Take me but spare my family.” They would cry. “drag me to the woods and have your wicked way with me. I can take the punishment.. and if you're blonde haired friend wants to join in I could take that punishment also!”

A noble and selfless act no doubt but it will take more than that to stop the rape gangs. We needed a new strategy, something to give us the edge or else we would surely lose this war.

I stand in the imperial city main square. Looking up at the banner of a dear friend. Five mouths ago, during an important mission for the order he was set upon by a vampire bat girl and a harlequin. He hasn't been seen since and is presumed dead or eloped. A large proportion of the city had turned out for his funeral. A man steps out onto the platform to address the crowd. He was the captain of the watch, and another good friend of the deceased.

“I knew Havwalldius, I was his friend. And it will be a very long time before someone inspires us the way he did. I believed in Havwalldius.”

There was no time to morn, however. The edge we'd been looking for have shown us its lustre. The order had learnt of a holy priest, Father Leonardo Davel, who had been captured by the minions of  lust. He'd spent some time with them but had somehow made a miraculous escape. If the stories were true he remained uncorrupted and with valuable information about our enemy. He learnt of the armies wicked leader known only as 'Lorraine'. She had once been a human women, now wrapped into a hideous beast, a large blue oni. A single demonic horn protrudes from her head, given to her by the chaos gods and surly the source of all her power. Any information on this formidable adversary could help us win the war. The safe recovery of the priest into order hands was of the highest importance.

I prepared my team and awaited the mission.

*

The day of the mission. The meeting place was agreed to be  a salt marsh a mile or so down river of the imperial city docks. I stood on the banks of that marsh with confidence. Hands around my belt. A cold, steely look in my eyes. Flanked by my men on each side and framed by my ship. Far of in the background the huge dry docks of city. The feather in my cap blew in the wind. We waited for the sell swords that had agreed to smuggle the good father to us. Less than honourable folk, one was reported to be a mosquito monster girl but the order was willing to make an acceptation on its rule of never dealing with monsters if it meant the safety of our prize.

A cart approached.

“Father Davel, I'm the order.” I said, handing a sack of coin to the mosquito girl as payment.

“he wasn't alone..” she said. Behind her, in black hoods, stood three prisoners. All women and all monsters.

“eh... you don't get to bring friends.”

“they are not my friends” the priest replied. My men hurried him aboard.

“don't worry, no charge for them” the girl said with a coy smile.

“and why would I want them?”

“they were trying to grab your prize.. they work for the battle lord.. the horned woman.”

“Lorraine?”

she gave a single node.

“aye.”

My heart leapt. Not only the priest but also direct subordinates to the warlord herself.

“alright get them onboard I'll call Ittin.”

We boarded the ship and got underway. We waited until we were far out to sea so we would have no interruptions. I discussed my plans in detail to the captain of the ship and his first mate; Ittin and Ijus. My lips were wet at a chance to interrogate these girls.

“The ships logs Ijus filled with the order lists: Smee, maiman, Leon Davel here, Button lee, Yuan Ovuss, Fir Twan, Tuwa Tulk, Guest two, Stayha Oh, Maihair Craft.”

On reflection listing my entire crew roster seemed a bit useless but at the time I was so over taken by excitement I didn't quite know what to do.

I beacon my men and they lifted the first prisoner to the side of the ship. Holding her bagged head over the side of the ship I squat over her. I draw my cross bow from its holster.

“Who paid you to grab father Davel?!”

Silence.

I loosed my bolt into the side of the ship and kicked a barrel of the deck into the water.

“she didn't swim so good. Who wants to try next?”

We pulled forward the next girl

“Tell me about Lorraine. Why does she wear the horn?”

More silence. The resolve of the prisoners could not be so easily broken.

“A lot of loyalty for a monster girl!”

“Or perhaps she's wondering why someone would shoot a girl before throwing her overboard” A large voice said from behind me. It was the third prisoner. She struck me as a wise-guy girl.

“At least you can talk, who are you?”
“It doesn't matter who we are. What matter is our plan... no one cared who I was until I put on the horn.”

Could it be? Had I captured the infamous leader of the demonic hoards? I slowly pulled the bag off of her head. My hand trembling with excitement and fear. Beneath it was the unmistakeable blue face of an oni. The large horn on her forehead had a faint hue of magic. I gestured towards this.

“If I pull that off would you die?”

She gave a dirty look and licked her lips.

“it would be extremely pleasurable.”

I looked down, unable to turn away from her large breasts and toned belly.

“You're a big girl”

“For you”

What was happening.. she was playing with me. I could feel my self start to sweat. I needed to keep a level head. This mission was too important to fail.

“was getting caught part of your plan?”

I said. Desperately trying to unnerve her.

“of course. Father Davel refused our offer in favour of yours. We had to find out what he told you.”

“Nothing! I said nothing!” the priest said with a look of utmost fear on his face.

“well congratulations, you got yourself caught.” I said trying to smile smugly.

“sire?” one of my men tried to get my attention

“what's the next step in your master plan?”

“crashing this ship... with noshur vivors.”

In that moment our vessel gave a mighty lurch forward. A huge crash could be heard and the bow of another ship had splintered its way through our own. I had just enough time to read the brass letters on the other ship which read: “Noshur Vivors The Liquid Lecter” before Lorraine was upon me. She'd easily broken her irons and had grabbed my chest and thrown me to the deck.

“No! This can't be happening, I was in charge here.” I thought to myself.

All around me demonic girls attacked my men. Pouring over from the other ship. I could do nothing to help. The large blue oni pining me down. She leaned down, her mouth inches from my ear.

“I'm going to call you 'The wreckage brother' because you look like such a mess.”

she ended by licking my ear. She stood up and called her forces to leave. The priest gave much protests as he was carried off. Almost all of the invaders had disembarked and for a brief moment I thought I would be spared the horrible fate my crew would have to endure. A large red oni sporting a huge wooden strapon walked past Lorraine. She put a hand on her shoulder to stop her

“No. they expect one of us in “The wreckage brother”.

The two looked at me with a horrible lust.

“have we started the fire?”

“yes the fire rises. Calm down little man, now is not the time for fear... that comes later.”

             by 'itdoesntmatterwhoweare'