Oni girls. That's what we see when we pull into the military base. All the soldiers in the bus watch them play football in a field behind the fence. The Oni don't play some wussy flag or contact football. No, they play full running tackle, "I'm going to kill you" football. The sight of so many Venusian titans moving at once is hypnotic. All that sweat, muscle, and skin on display. Their most alluring parts shrouded beneath a layer of M81 camo. The fatigues bulging from the sheer power that they try to cover. The beautiful smiles, the waving hair, and the sheer fitness of every single Oni girl on the field makes you swoon. All of them are simply jaw dropping. Physical perfection in every sense of the word. Fit, toned bodies that make them incredible warriors. Long, thick horns that you can hardly fit a hand around. Curvy, heavy chests that you want to rest your head on. And their eyes, god their eyes, alight with demonic fire, not like a succubus. A succubi's eyes have a seductive quality to them, like a wax candle. But an Oni's eyes? They're full of uncontrollable maniac fury, the flash of an explosion burning bright in their irses. Hungry and brash is how I'd describe it. They play wearing only their uniforms, most of them opting to tie their blouses around their waist. Making their well defined abs bleed through their thin tank tops while their thighs strain against the fabric of their pants. I bit my knuckles as one Oni girl takes a breather and fans herself with her tank top. The sun falls on her washboard stomach as it would the flat peaks of mesas. In her arm she holds their "football," an inert artillery shell. All of us wince when an Oni gets tackled, the crunch of the impact audible from inside the bus, and our jaws drop when she laughs and throws the other Oni off of herself like she doesn't weigh anything at all. We all silently run the calculations of how heavy an Oni girl is to gauge her strength. Quietly looking away once we get the rough estimate back. When the bus passes by their fence the Oni girls suddenly all stop, like they had smelled something in the wind. Dozens of pairs of excited eyes lock onto the bus. They wave and call out to us, and when the bus stops to let us all off? The Oni girls start to pile up near the fence. Looming over us as they catcall. Every single one of us pray that the bus is only stopping temporarily. Those hopes of survival are dashed when an NCO steps onto the bus. "Alright, everyone off and line up." We all look at each other, trying to ignore the Oni outside, but get yelled at by the NCO for hesitating. "EVERYONE OFF THE DAMN BUS!" We grab our duffel bags and file off one by one. Keeping our heads down. Not looking at any of the giggling Oni girls. "Hey cutie! That bag looks heavy, I could carry it… and you!" "You ever wonder what an Oni girl feels like?" "My BDUs would look great on you tomorrow morning!" "You like milk?" "Come over to the fence, we don't bite!" An elf runs out from the admin building, clearly confused about our bus. She talks with our NCO, whispering and comparing clipboards. "Are they even supposed to be here?" The NCO looks up at the Oni before looking back down at his orders. "Apparently." The elf huffs, "this has to be some kind of clerical error. All these humans?" She leans in close and hisses, "do you have any idea how close we are to a full moon?" Our NCO shrugs and says, "we're supposed to be here at Base Hegel." "But not whe---" The Oni girls start berating the elf girl angrily. "Let them stay! They're not hurting anyone!" "If there's no space they can stay in our barracks!" "Yeah, how about putting them as our bunkmates!" "We can hot bunk!" "I'll make our bunk hot with you, human!" The elf girl dodges a balled up BDU, kicking the ball of M81 camo back into the shrieking fence. She whispers to the NCO, "look, load their stuff up onto a truck and get them away from here. Somewhere like the southern parade grounds. Now pretend I'm about to order you to go somewhere else." He nods as she speaks loud enough for the Oni to hear, "I want you to take them to the northern parade grounds, until this is all sorted out, just let them sit around." The NCO nods and orders us to move out. The Oni girls snicker amongst themselves as they begin to walk towards the north. The elf girl runs alongside us as we march. "Do me a favor, and all of you stay away from the Field Artillery… the Oni... if you can." One soldier asks, "what if we can't?" "Then… then…" the elf girl sighs, "just don't… like… 'fight?' It makes them… uhhh… 'more interested,' they'll just think it's cute or something" We mill about the southern parade grounds. Twiddling our thumbs and looking over our shoulders. Staying in a big flock like sheep. Safety in numbers and all that. In an office I can see our NCO and the elf girl yelling into phones, demanding answers and redialing often. But then I see something circling above. Many somethings. Big somethings. They begin to dive and all the soldiers try to scatter like we're being strafed by a fighter plane. Harpy girls land inside the crowd of soldiers like bombs, immediately cooing and rubbing their feathers against us. Trying to shroud a soldier behind their wings for a private conversation. A harpy girl leans over me while she coos gently, as if she's coaxing a baby chick out of their hiding spot. "Hey there…" "..." "Come on, don't be shy, I'm only an Argentavis." I yelp when she curls a strong wing around my chest. "Only the largest bird to have ever flown," she whispers, her breath hot and wet with desire. "Scouts like us fly fast… and hard." I look up at her smug grin. Her chest swells with pride now that she has a human in her talons. "I could show you what I mean…" she looks over towards the NCO and elf, "they won't be finishing anytime soon. We overheard the 'clerical error.'" She laughs, "one of the many skills of being a Scout. Alongside, 'disrupting the enemy.'" On the telephone line I can see Argentavis harpies bouncing up and down as they wink at the human soldiers beneath them. "N-No thank you… I'm scared of heights." Suddenly the Argentavis harpy pulls me into her chest, cooing and patting my head. She's warm and soft. Her feathers feel like felt fabric but have the warm presence of dripping honey. "I can take that fear away… you won't even have time to think… when I g---" There's a gunshot and the harpies all scatter before laughing when they look behind them. The elf girl fumes as she threateningly aims a pistol at the harpies. The gun looks a little oversized in her small hands. "I KNEW IT!" She stomps angrily, she wildly fires her gun into the air. "COME BACK AND I'LL PUT ONE IN YOUR WINGS!" Our NCO has to pull her back into the office, which isn't really hard with how small she is, but eventually they sort out the issue. Apparently there was a mix up, a bus full of humans got the orders meant for a bus full of Oni. We actually got the better deal, there is an empty barrack here that will fit us. But as for the Oni that got sent to the wrong place, well for starters they will see it as the "right" place and never want to leave. They will also be sleeping in the human barracks. I blush at the thought of hot bunking with an Oni. All that weight next to you, Oni are cuddlers and will not let go for the world. We head to our barracks where our beds and stuff await us. All of us are exhausted from being on edge for so long. Finally we can have a nice lit--- "Why is the door like that?" It's clearly been forced open, it hangs from a single hinge. I jump back when I see the horn marks gouged through the door frame. The Oni that punched the lock open must have been in quite the rush. We hear giggling from inside and peek inside. A swarm of Oni sit in the back of the barracks, digging through our duffle bags. Their horns scratch against the ceiling. They have to be careful not to bump into each other with how their enormous bodies struggle to fit in such a small space. "Look at this one! Look at how neatly he folded his uniform! That means he cares about the little things! He'll make a great husband!" Another Oni girl huffs someone's BDUs. "Here! Here! Smell this one's uniform. How do humans smell so nice?" "No way…" an Oni girl tries squeezing her powerful bulging arm through a sleeve of a BDU. "They actually wear this? Ohhh! Humans are so small and cute." She looks up at another Oni girl, dead serious. "They're so adorable, I want one." "Gosh, look at how small their helmets are." A blonde Oni girl lovingly pats a helmet while she speaks. "No holes from horns or anything… think of how nice their heads must feel as you rub them against your body!" "Hey, look!" An Oni girl sways her hips as she walks out holding a coconut bra made from PASGTs against her chest. Her well endowed chest squishing out from the rims like pastry dough. "Almost perfectly sized!" All of them laugh and continue to tear through our duffles. They don't even use the zippers. They either tear it open with their fingers or use their teeth. A clever one lets the others slice duffles open on her horn. The elf girl walks up, pushing through the crowd with her napoleon complex alone. "What is going on here? Why are we all waiting outside the barr--" she sighs when she sees the door has forced open. We watch her look around for our NCO before loading her pistol. She kicks open the door and shoots angrily. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?" The Oni girls sweep up as much of our clothing and belongings as possible before running off through a side door. "Next time use something with more stopping power, sweetie!" The elf girl screams, "IT'S A .45!" We hear them giggle as they run off into the night. The elf girl sits and ignores our NCO berating her for shooting at her own troops. Each soldier finds his duffle and we return each other's stuff. Thankfully mine is untouched but others didn't get so lucky. I try to sleep but my eyes spring open when I hear something stirring outside. Something long, it slithers and hisses. Other soldiers have begun to hear it too, their eyes wide open with fear. What is it this time? Through the window a dozen pairs of glowing snake eyes look at us, lamias. They giggle, hiss, and whisper amongst themselves. We stir uncomfortably, not sure if we should do something or not. The snake girls watch us like we're rabbits in a petshop. Something for them to dote over and hopefully take home. "I want that one!" "Shhh… shhh… don't wake them up." Suddenly someone screams, "AHA!" The lamias slither away from the gunshots but one blows us a kiss before dipping beneath the window. We hear the elf girl yelling as she reloads her pistol. "I WILL SPIT ROAST YOU IF YOU COME ANYWHERE NEAR THEM AGAIN!" The rest of the night goes fine, until we get attacked. At first none of us stir when we hear the siren, half of us thinking it's probably some other monster girl playing a trick on us. That goes out the window when a mortar lands nearby. We grab our stuff and pour out of the barracks. But the worst thing isn't the threat of death from the enemy, it's what's already in the wire. A soldier yelps as an Oni girl catches him by the arm, pulling him in close to fawn over him. Tugging and groping at his uniform. She slips a huge hand underneath his shirt to press against his chest as she whispers to him. "Hey… it's really dangerous out here. I know a nice, safe place we can hide together until this all passes over." The Oni girl sprints off her massive boots stomping loudly, each stomp a nail in his coffin. He reaches back at us for help before she hugs him tighter to force the air out of his lungs. We stay together in a close group as we head to a trench but forget about threats from the air. A harpy girl swoops down to grab a soldier by the chest. Cooing and showering feathers down on us as she flies away. "It's safer in the air, sweetheart. I'll show you a good place to take cover." He screams before she silences him with a kiss. We manage to find a trench to watch the perimeter from. I aim my rifle out at the forest, watching for any movement. "Hey, at least we can shoot our threats now, right?" The soldier next to me says. But before I can nod or even open my mouth he's pulled away, his rifle dropping to the floor of the trench as he claws at the dirt. We all hear the hissing of a lamia around the corner. "Snakes in the trench?" "O-Out of the trench?" "Yeah, out of the trench." We try to hide but soldiers are picked off one by one by intrepid monster girls using the chaos of the attack to their advantage. All of the monster girls driven mad with lust from the blood in the water. I sweep a fox hole for monster girls before hopping in. Relishing in the peace and safety it offers since it's far enough away from the buildings so the monster girls don't notice me. Suddenly I'm buffeted by explosions of noise nearby, I peek over the brim of the fox hole towards the source. Artillery, lots of it, and Oni girls, lots of them. They're too focused on their work to notice me. They load cannons with ease. Loading the shells with as much effort as it takes to throw a burrito into a microwave. The forearms of the loaders bulge with their enormous strength. I've noticed every Oni keeps their sleeves rolled up and their top buttons undone. I wonder how it is that every Oni girl appears to be at peak physical fitness, there's just something about their athletic proportions that speaks to your caveman brain. Overstimulating it with their immense height and grand curves. They make you realize you wanted something you never did before. But then I see her. "FIRE!" She yells at the Oni under her command. Her eyes explode with the same orange fire the artillery cannons light up the sky with, full of an almost sadistic satisfaction at the glorious cacophony of outgoing artillery. She holds her beret tight against her head, long strands of silvery white hair spilling out beneath it. Every one of her movements is powerful and authoritative, compared to the other Oni, the confidence she stands with makes them look meek and elvish. She notices a cannon is not firing and jumps down to discipline the crew, scaring the Oni like they're fishes. Now that she is standing next to other Oni, I can see she is absolutely gigantic. She is to the other Oni as they are to humans. Every fiber of her herculean body demands your attention. She is perhaps the most sensually shaped Oni I have ever laid eyes on, just a statuesque Venus, so perfectly proportioned it hurts. Just the sight of her makes you feel funny as if you are discovering lust for the first time again, looking up in awe as her child bearing hips, soft overflowing chest make you feel small. Nothing more is needed I am smitten. She didn't even need to seek me out like the other monster girls try to. I lean against the edge of the fox hole as she continues to direct outgoing fire. The Oni takes a breath and wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead. It glitters on the tip of her finger like a firefly's tail pulsing in tune to the cannons, or perhaps it's the other way around. I wouldn't be surprised if somehow the Oni was able to recall every single shell with a simple closing of her hand. She unbuttons one button of her blouse and her massive tits rise like a milky tide. She takes a deep breath and a button pops, flying out like an artillery shell. Part of the dam has broken and her cleavage overflows out of her top, wobbling like waves. The Oni swears and covers her chest, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. She catches me admiring her. Keeping me locked in place with the hypnotizing lust of her orange eyes. The Oni smirks and unbuttons her blouse the entire way, she peels her tank top upwards so her abs are on full display, running a finger down the center line of ab cleavage before rounding the bottom to trace her ripped midriff out for me. Of course, as expected the elf girl shows up. She huffs and puffs while holding her helmet tight, shoving a paper into the Oni's hands. But before she can run off, Oni grabs the small elf's helmet to get the elf to refocus her attention on her. The Oni's body is like a marble statue, so ripped and toned, that looms over the petite elf who is but a stick in comparison. The Oni reprimands her for not saluting as she holds the elf's helmet high above her head. The elf jumps while she apologizes, trying to grab the helmet so all of this can be over. The Oni looks at me with a smile knowing I can't pull my eyes away from her little "trick." She holds the elf up by the collar of her shirt, getting to be less than an inch from her face. The elf shivers and looks terrified up at the Oni. She was able to scare off the other ones but this one might not even know the word. The Oni hooks her boot underneath a nearby jeep to pull it over for her to rest her foot on. The instant she puts her weight down the jeep tilts towards her, two wheels dangling in the air. The elf shivers and tries to weasel out of the Oni's grasp but the Oni calmly traps the elf's wrists between a thumb and two fingers to force her two arms high over her head. I watch as she rests the elf up on her thigh. The Oni begins to whisper sweet things into the elf's ears. The elf's eyes are wide with strange discomfort. The elf visibly starts to shake and shiver, she bites her lower lip hard to try and suppress the pressure growing between her legs. But the feeling of the Oni's powerful sinewy thigh rubbing against her sensitive parts is too much to handle. The smell of blackberries fills the air, strong enough to be smelt over the smoke of the artillery. The elf begins to pant as the Oni forces her to hump her thigh by flexing it rhythmically. Bouncing the elf around as the elf's chest heaves from the exertion of trying to hold out. The Oni begins to gently blow on the elf's ears, cooling their feverish red tips with her chilly breath. Making the elf swoon and wiggle about on the Oni's thigh. The Oni ramps up her assault by nibbling on the ear tips. Pinning them between two sharp teeth and whispering more passionately to the elf. The elf pants as she shivers wildly from throes of electric pleasure. The Oni looks almost disinterested like she's playing with a toy yet morbidly entertained by the petite shaking thing propped up on her leg. She smiles smugly as the elf begins to hump her thigh, begging for sweet, sweet release. Desperately clinging to the Oni's leg as she humps until the stimulation is too much, and the elf finally pops. The Oni laughs as the elf goes limp so she dangles from the Oni's arm, swaying in the invisible wind of an orgasm that tears deep into her body. The Oni lets the elf down by dropping her face down into the jeep. The artillery barrage is over and the other Oni have begun to pack up. I look back to see soldiers who had survived getting picked off by monster girls make their way back to our barracks, still careful not to get swept up from the shadows. I look back to see the Oni smirk at my continued interest in her. She smacks playfully smacks the elf on the ass shaking the jeep. The poor elf girl rides through the aftershocks of another orgasm as her brain tries to understand what had just happened, inadvertently throwing her into another climax at the thought of the sensations she had just felt. The next morning every soldier is sleep deprived, sluggishly getting ready for our morning ruck before the NCO arrives. I sit on the side of my bed wondering how a ruck is going to work. They are going to keep us away from the other monster girls right? Our NCO comes in early, with a worried look on his face. "Ruck is canceled today," he says but before we can even cheer he continues. "But you're going to be eating with everybody else in the cafeteria." Oh no. We all mill about the door to the cafeteria. The rowdy ruckus of monster girls inside can be heard through the door. I contemplate if going without food for just one morning will be doable. Another soldier clearly comes to a conclusion and steps forward to open the door to go inside. He's tackled to the ground and pulled away by other soldiers. "You idiot!" "Do you even know what could happen if they see us?" "I want food!" "Well, I want to live!" The doors explode outwards when two Oni push it open, laughing as they talk. Soldiers dive out of the way so they aren't tripped over. But the instant the Oni notice us staring up at them, they both grin hungrily. "Seconds?" "Yeah, let's get seconds." Getting through the cafeteria is difficult to say the least. It doesn't help that many monster girls treat it as a recreational area. Legs, thighs, asses, hips, tails, midriffs, backs, arms, breasts, hair, collarbones, and shoulders all pressing, rubbing, caressing, feeling, pushing, and groping you around as you try to squeeze your way past, every nearby monster girl watching and teasing you. "Hey sweetie, you eat breakfast yet?" "Come over here, I got something you can eat." "If you do it right there will be enough to drink too!" "Do you like milk?" "I like the way you feel against my ass, how about between my legs, hmmm?" I finally burst through on the other end, feeling very uncomfortable from the perfume cocktail of monster girl pheromones sticking to my skin. Making me feel dizzy and hot. I collect myself and grab a tray. I instantly get buffeted on both sides by a harpy and Oni who cut in line. They coo and whisper to me suggestively, trying to get me to acknowledge them. "Hey! Leave him alone!" I look up towards the voice of my savior. A hellhound smiles back at me. I look down the chow line and see every person working there is a hellhound or a slime girl. I swallow nervously, further down the line a hellhound tries to seduce a human by doing a party trick of roasting pineapple using her eye flames. Much the chagrin of the Oni, harpies and lamias who watch with great jealousy. Wait, I look down at the food. Every dish has pineapple. Every. Fucking. Dish. I quickly grab whatever I can to get through the line as quickly as possible. A slime girl calls out to me, "want some jello for dessert?" "I made this special for you," a hellhound girl invites, "with some special sauce, just lick my finger to try it." I keep my head down and get to the end where a slime girl drops pills onto my tray. "What are these?" "Zinc tablets." The slime girl smirks smugly, "so you don't get sick. Think of it like malaria pills." "Am I going to get nightmares?" She snickers, "Not quite…" she winks seductively, "but if you do I can 'ease' you through them." I quickly leave to find a table. I'm stuck in the same limbo of searching for a place to sit as many other soldiers are. A harpy beckons to one soldier. "Come over here… you can sit in my lap. You'll like it. It's nice and warm, my wings are nice and soft." The soldier slowly steps towards her, "that's a good boy. Come on… sit in my lap… you'll like it." But the instant he does he's swept away beneath a wave of harpy girls who seize on him, covering up whatever they're doing with their wings. I decide to book it. Somehow getting outside with my food without spilling anything. I sit against a thin birch tree as I eat. Trying to calm myself from the many monster girl pheromones that are still caked onto my skin. The thin trunk of the tree helps cool my feverish state. Monster girl pheremones aren't "sticky" per say, more so like nothing less than a very long shower or deep bath will get them off your skin. I bring my arm up to my nose and take a cursory sniff. It's like a firework went off in my brain. My eyes roll back and I start to shiver with an inhuman desire. My heart rate skyrockets. This foreign sensation is so strong that I can't help but gasp as I curl up. My nerves struggle to make sense of it. I sit and ride out the tingles until they subside. Leaving me a quivering mess as I struggle for air, the simplest parts of my body like my lungs and heart still left spinning from the sucker punch of monster girl.