[Oni TF, Excess Hair, Futanari, Breeding]

"My, this is awfully... Quaint."

The voice of an English shipgirl, Warspite, echoed out as she took the first few steps into the seemingly abandoned shrine grounds. Going to a place like this was so out of her comfort zone, and yet that was exactly why she had wanted to go here. Because it was such a fascinating experience. Such a wondrous locale that she needed to soak in and appreciate in every fashion...

Why was she here though? Didn't she have any duties to try and repel the forces that came from below the waters? Of course she did. But her Admiral, a fellow European who had been transferred to the Japanese sector for the sake of uniting their forces, firmly believed in the concept of free time. If you worked without enjoying life at least a little, you would end up growing old and pale before you were able to truly enjoy life. You needed to just... Not focus on your work, so you could put everything into it when you returned.

It was why Warspite was currently on leave. Her Admiral's insistence on this kind of behavior had originally shocked her a little, but she had to admit that a lot of good had come from it. Her fellow blonde, Iowa, had gone back to America for a few checkups... and to say that she wiped out the Abyssals that were plaguing them by the time she returned would be an understatement. All while she remained as cheerful as ever.

Unlike Iowa, however, Warspite decided to remain in the area. Which was why she was now standing in front of one of the many shrines that had dotted the area. Although this one was far beyond repair. Several pieces of wood were definitely rotting, and the box that was supposed to hold donations had seen better days. In fact, it was clear to her that it had been ransacked in the past, given the pattern of mild repairs...

But still, it made her smile. It was truly something for her to enjoy. The sights and the vibe was enough for somebody like her, who had such a royal disposition due to her creation, to be wowed and amazed. Even if it was really simple in the grand scheme of things.

"If what my dear Admiral said is correct, then..." Warspite muttered as she slowly reached into her bosom, pulling out a simple heart-shaped wallet. A gift from that very same Admiral, who had deposited into the slot between her breasts. She had to admit that she wasn't fond of that kind of perverse gesture originally. But she grew used to it. Especially since it was just one of the ways that her Admiral liked to express herself.

She popped it open, all while walking closer to the donation box. What was she going to wish for? What kind of god would answer her prayers? She didn't know the answer to either question, at least not at the moment. All she knew was that she would certainly wish for something, just to appease the god that she was donating to...

The sound of her coins hitting the bottom of the box echoed out, and Warspite quietly put her hands together. What to wish for, what to wish for. Prosperity? No, that wasn't like her. Victory against the Abyssals? No, that wouldn't work at all. Especially not when it would essentially invalidate many of the efforts that her friends and fellow allies put into everything. No, she needed... Yes, that's it.

"I wish to be close to my dear Admiral." She muttered as silently as she could, making sure that only the guardian deity of the Shrine was able to hear her. Yes, this was the wish that she wanted to have fulfilled. After all, if she wished for anything else... It wouldn't end up coming true, or it would invalidate the efforts others put in. But a wish to be closer to that pervert she loved? Now that was something that even a deity could help with.

As she kept her hands pressed against one another, she heard the sound of the wind drifting by. And a soft chuckle, as if somebody had actually heard her. So the deity of this shrine was connected to the wind, was that it..? It at least seemed that way, but she could be mistaken. Admittedly, she wasn't too well-versed in the kinds of traditions that were popular in this region, nor was she inclined to find out. This was merely just... An indulgence. Especially since she didn't actually follow any proper rules for her worship.

Warspite opened her eyes and turned around, only to find a gourd sitting in the middle of the shrine grounds. A gourd that had been filled with a thick and viscous looking liquid. It was just sitting there, waiting for somebody to pick it up. Somebody like her... Was this part of the requirements to get one's wish fulfilled?

"If this is what I have to do, then-" The English shipgirl said, only to recoil as she got a whiff of the liquid once she stepped closer. It wasn't just viscous and thick... No, it had a certain aroma. Not a filthy one, rather a salty one. How was a liquid like that supposed to be that salty? She didn't know, all she knew was that she could feel her throat drying up just by smelling it. And yet... Well, she didn't want to ignore it. It showed that the deity that protected the shrine had answered her prayer. So she had to do something in return. Even if it was drinking this thick liquid...

Warspite steeled herself as she picked up the gourd. She put the rim up against her lips and carefully tipped it, making sure to try and focus on anything but the smell so it didn't distract her. She just had to get it down. It just had to slide down her throat, and then...

God, it was way too thick. It was like she was being stuffed full of cock. Not that she actually knew how that would feel, but she had seen enough of the drawings that her dear Admiral obsessed over. And if this was what it felt like, then she couldn't really understand why her Admiral would love those things...

The liquid poured down her throat as she staggered back and forth, all while she chugged more and more. Eventually, the thickness and the saltiness of the liquid started to just... Not matter. It was just a normal part of the drink at that point. A part that she had become used to. And as it became more and more normal...

It ultimately stopped her from realizing that something else was happening to her. Because of course just drinking all of this wasn't good. It was making her change. Not just a little either, as her clothes were very quickly being torn apart and rendered as little more than scraps on her body. Scraps that were being stitched back together as they tried to cling to her body.

Underneath those scraps, a brand new kind of growth had begun. Warspite was not the kind of girl that saw much regular exercise. She was a royal lady, after all. But the drink made it seem like she had been bench pressing several times beyond her body weight. At least that's the only way to explain the kind of muscles that were developing across her form. Large, bulging muscles that just grew bigger and bigger the more she drank.

How much of that sake was in the gourd anyway? At this point, Warspite couldn't really tell. She was just thirsty, especially after training for hours upon end. Had she really done that, or was it just something her brain was trying to make her believe? She didn't focus on the thought too much, just indulging her need...

The more muscle she gained, the more her skin started to turn a deep shade of red. A deep yet bright shade that made her look less like a human or a humanoid, and more like an Oni. The kind of Demonic being that was said to be the predecessor to the Abyssals that fought underneath the seas. And yet she didn't feel any sort of extreme aggression.

No, what she felt right now was something much more intense. All while she continued to drink away. Slurping away at the shaft on the tip of the gourd. Almost trying to just... Suck it off. She wanted and needed all of the liquid that it could provide, even as the gourd kept getting smaller and smaller.

Or rather, she was the one growing bigger and bigger. She wasn't nearly powerful enough just by being made of around 50% muscle. No, that red-hued body needed to grow bigger. Bigger and badder, so she properly embodied every element of the Oni that had once protected this shrine. That was her duty, right? She had been here for years...

By the time that she couldn't drink any more, she had already grown to the point where she was bigger than the shrine. Or at least, she could lean up against it and use it as a nice support. And she really did need support, because she couldn't get up onto her feet after all that drinking...

Her mind was a complete and utter mess. It was having a hard time trying to accept her current body, and at the same time... Well, the drink had made her imagine that she had been here the entire time. And it was really hard to argue otherwise. After all, she was an Oni...

Warspite let out a moan as she dropped her gourd onto the ground, all while she raised one of her arms so she could see into her pit. There was a lot of hair there... Not just there either, if she were to look down below... Right behind that tiger-print skirt that her scraps had become, she could see the bush between her thighs. That mass of pubic hair that was covering up her absolutely soaked pussy...

"So much hair... W-What happened to me..?" It was the presence of the hair that was causing her to slip back out of her current state of bliss. Especially as it started to idly vibrate. Playing with the sensitive spots on her body, driving her to a bout of pleasure that would make it extra hard for her to recognize if there was anything wrong.

Another soft giggle echoed throughout the shrine grounds, all while a much smaller red Oni made her grand appearance. A red Oni that was nowhere near as hairy or as fertile looking as the muscular girl in front of her. "Hoorah! The Guardian of our Shrine has returned! Hoorah!"

"Returned..?" Warspite muttered, the drink from earlier paying her back for her overindulgence by making her head throb. God, why was it hurting so badly? "I'm... I'm not..." She tried to protest. Between her seeming intoxication, the pain that came with the resulting hangover, and the pleasure that was still rushing through her, it was very hard to take her seriously.

The Oni giggled. And then several more giggles echoed out, as many smaller Oni popped their way out of the woodwork. So many young red and blue Demon-like girls, each with horns poking out of a different part of their head, all of them admiring the big red Oni that was currently resting against the shrine.

"Our Guardian! Our Guardian!" They chanted in unison, with their words seemingly causing Warspite a bit more pain. No, it was more like it made her headache intensify. And the place where it was the most intense was right... in the middle... of her..!

Warspite let out a powerful moan as a big red horn pushed its way out of her forehead, the biggest and sharpest horn out of all of them. No other Oni compared. There was absolutely no way they could even come close.

And with its growth, the Oni slowly started to accept her role. All while grinning like a violent drunk...

---

With Warspite's disappearance, not much had changed. She wasn't the most effective against the Abyssals, so her lack of presence wasn't felt on the front lines. However, while she wasn't able to properly fight the Abyssals... Her disappearance had served to sink the overall mood at her base. Because she was a very bright and gentle girl, one that everyone could get along with.

Which was why her Admiral was currently brushing her hand through her hair, all while looking up at the totally trashed and rocky steps that led up to one of the shrines that Warspite had planned to visit. "I swear, if she's not here, I'm just going to take a few and figure out a new plan to find her." Her Admiral muttered, adjusting her cap ever slightly.

Renee de Renal was the name of her Admiral. A transfer from France, she had taken the job as an Admiral for one reason and one reason alone. She really, really liked girls. And unfortunately for her, she had absolutely no good luck with humans. Which was why she had turned to shipgirls, who were a lot more accepting of her leery and almost overly perverse approaches.

But it was also that kind of acceptance that had helped temper her. Compared to when she first started out, she wasn't doing nearly as many perverse actions. And if she was still that horny without proper regard for the girls under her, then she wouldn't have been here.

No, she was here specifically to save Warspite from whatever she had gotten herself into. Whether that was a secret Abyssal plot, or simply just... Well, whatever Warspite could get herself wrapped up in. Honestly, she wasn't sure what an old shrine was able to do, but she wasn't about to worry and not find out.

"Warspite! Waaaarrrspite! I know you've gotta be here! So come on out!" Admiral Renee cried out as she made it to the top of the stairs, looking around at the shrine grounds once she had the chance to step through the overly large gate. Yep, the place was abandoned. Just like many other similar sites of worship in the past.

So why did it feel like she had just stepped into a lion's den? That's at least the kind of feeling that poured through her as she looked around. As if there were thousands of eyes that were currently peering down on her. As if somebody was towering over her, waiting to strike. Wait, hold on, that one might be right. The light from the sun above was being blocked due to something that was casting a shadow over her-

Admiral Renee barely managed to put two and two together. But that didn't allow her to get away in time, with the oversized figure behind her managing to pin her to the ground and press her in between her extra thick and extra muscly thighs...

"Ehehehehe..." That laugh that came from the large figure was... Eerily familiar. Even if the figure wasn't the type to laugh like that. But it was just enough to... to...

Admiral Renee wanted to try and focus on the fact that she had recognized Warspite. She really did. But thanks to the fact that her face was stuck in between a thick set of thighs that were practically threatening to pop her at any moment... And the fact that she was pressed up against an extra hairy crotch with a very plump pussy hidden underneath that jungle made it really hard to focus. Especially when her lips were being forced against that pussy, with her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

This was one of her greatest weaknesses. She was a pervert through and through, but concentrated body hair like this was enough to make her mouth just hang open and allow drool to run down her chin. She wanted nothing more than to just dig in and make love to this wonderful hole. She wanted to dig in and make love and everything else that she could do. She couldn't stop her own needs and wants.

Warspite wasn't about to stop her either. In fact, all of her loving minions had told her that once she saw somebody that was an appropriate mate, the first and only thing she needed to do was to show dominance. And then feed her the holy liquids that flowed forth from her loins. That wonderful juice that always made her pussy so slick. It was the holiest liquid around, the kind that made their bodies as thick and as strong as they needed to be.

Renee felt a few droplets of that sweet juice pour onto her lip, and she quickly swallowed it. And then she just pressed her face up against Warspite's pussy, eating her out and drinking as much as she possibly could. So what if it was so thick that it was less like liquid and more like one big piece of slime? She loved it!

Moans echoed out from both her and her much more muscular partner. All while Renee's body responded to the ravenous way that she devoured that juice. Quickly making her grow just as muscular, with her uniform being shredded and repurposed into another tiger-print set of tribal clothes that truly made her look like she had always been part of the wild growth that had overtaken the shrine.

She didn't know if the shrine had always been inhabited and maintained by Oni. Nor did she know if she was doing something wrong by eating out this massive Oni. But the more she did, the stronger she became. And with that strength came additional changes, both in terms of having her skin turn a nice shade of blue to contrast the red, but also...

Renee let out a powerful moan as she pulled herself out of that pussy, all while a cock roared its way out from her own pussy. She couldn't even really see it grow thanks to how Warspite had been forcing her to eat her out. But she could feel the need to use it immediately after it grew. And now that she wasn't being trapped between those thighs, the act of getting out was only possible due to the new strength within her, she finally gave Warspite a good look...

Her brand new cock, which was around the size of one of her own muscled thighs, was immediately erect as she gave Warspite the attention she deserved. The red Oni was... Good lord, she was hairy beyond belief. While there were subtle traces of hair on several spots of her body, none of it was even close to rivaling the density of hair both between the Oni's thighs and underneath her arm. The same kind of hair that had now formed on Renee's body, not that she would really pay attention to it.

Of course Warspite wasn't the only one enjoying the view. Her Admiral had turned into the perfect kind of mate. Muscular, just like her. Blue, which was a great contrast to her own Red. And she had a cock that was so big that it was definitely going to knock her up. And then some! Ah, just looking at her was making her pussy overfl-

Before Warspite had time to even indulge in the kind of pleasure that looking at her mate gave her, Renee had already started her attack. Grabbing ahold of her fellow Oni and slamming her face against that hairy pit. All while simultaneously slamming her cock into that extra wet pussy, spreading that hole to the point where nothing else would ever be able to fill it in the same way.

Both of the two Oni let out mutual cries. Warspite criedo ut because of how intense the sensation of being fucked by her Admiral was, and her Admiral let out a moan from how wonderful the musky armpit was. The prickly nature of her hair as well as the smell was making her pump her cock deeper and deeper into the hole she was hilting into. It felt so good to fill it. And it felt so good to smell her mate..!

"Mate... Mate..!" Renee cried out like an absolutely obsessed beast as she slammed harder and harder. She needed to breed. She needed as much of this smell and this sensation as possible. And she needed to make sure that she came inside of her mate, all while completely ruining that hole beyond recognition.

Warspite had gotten used to her life as an Oni. But she could never have prepared herself for this. This was all of her Admiral's perverted strength, enhanced by the measures she took to transform her into an Oni. And yet she didn't feel overwhelmed in the negative sense. No, to be conquered like this was natural for Oni. It only made sense to be bred in a frenzy by their mates.

Both of them were doing what came natural to them as Oni. Breeding and being bred. As their moans echoed out louder and louder, until both of them reached a climax. Both of them screamed as they were forced to orgasm, with the thick and almost alcoholic feminine cum squirting out from Warspite's lower lips as she was forced to nearly collapse against her horny partner.

Not before being filled to the brim with the same kind of extra thick cum. The only difference between them was the contents. While you could get just as horribly drunk and probably get transformed by Renee's cum like Warspite's juices, the sheer virility in each and every sperm cell was so intense that once they managed to smash their way into the red Oni's womb...

Warspite was forced to cum again. Not just because she had been filled with so much cum that it was easy to tell that she was pregnant, because she looked like she had been gestating a set of quintuplets for a few months more than recommended, but also because she could feel the cum penetrating her eggs, ensuring that her belly would be even bigger in a short few weeks.

And as the two Oni were overwhelmed by the afterglow of their mutual orgasm, they could hear giggles and chuckles from all the other Oni that had been watching...

Both of them licked their lips. Well, they could indulge a little more...

---

Since that day, the fleet that Admiral Renee had commanded fell by the wayside. Many of the boatgirls that had been assigned to it wandered off and joined the main Japanese bases, to ensure that they could still fight back against the Abyssals that tried to claim their land.

As for Iowa, however? Well, she couldn't just let her Admiral be. She had to find out where she had gone. And she'd have to find Warspite too. Finding leads to their location wasn't hard either... But the sight of what they had ended up like was definitely something she couldn't immediately come to terms with.

Sitting together in the middle of the shrine grounds were two huge Oni. One muscular and blue with a long spiraling horn, and one with a belly so big that she nearly took up all the space assigned to those grounds. Granted, her partner made up for how comparatively smaller she was by having a much bigger cock that also took up an excessive amount of space.

While it wasn't hard to guess that they were her Admiral and her friend Warspite due to their hair, the amount of tattoos that made them seem like the leaders of a tribe were impressive in their own right. So many tattoos dedicated to making their otherwise plain colored bodies look more impressive, with the most important ones being the fertility markings on Warspite's belly, which had reached far past a baker's dozen, and the overall capacity of her Admiral's balls being practically printed on the surface.

And as they both noticed Iowa, they mutually started to giggle. Just like all the Oni that crawled out of the woodwork. Some of them stuffed and plump, some of them pregnant like the red Oni. And one thought was shared amongst all of the lesser Oni, as well as the two that served to guard the shrine...

"A new sacrifice has arrived..."