Short but Stacky 11 - (Shortstacks Stories)

Episode: 'The Oni Rebirth Plan: The Banana Oni's Revenge (1) (Ibaraki Douji/FGO)'

Warning! Banana-Oni is actually stacked ('fat tits' and round butt) since she is a bit of a slouch when she has nothing to fight against.

There are many things that makes someone as powerful as Ibaraki Douji happy: her equal Shuten Douji Poisoned, her proud Oni Warriors Gone, and her home Destroyed.

Within the span of a few years, the once formidable threat that was Mt. Ooe had been exterminated. And all those grandiose dreams of razing and pillaging in the name of 'fun' were dashed away between the anger of those 'good people' and Shuten's own lust for pleasure.

So many stupid things had happened, so many mistakes - hell, she was by no mean devoid of guilt over these events, but Ibaraki Douji was still a proud Oni. The only proud Oni surviving from that massacre. She thought that her life was over, so much that she waged a brief skirmish against that stupid flat-faced Watanabe no Tsuna on the Rashoumon by the Imperial Capital. Losing her arm to him woke her up as she retreated upon realizing she couldn't end things like this.

Cowardness? No, Ibaraki remembered Shuten's own words when it came to 'shameless dumb-fighting'.

Honor and pride? Those things were fun within the notion of sparring and friendship, but to let those judge one's life was pathetic. And that lesson sharply struck the suriving Oni in a way that she looked for shelter. She couldn't drag attention on herself as she recovered, but she found someone that would be her craven minion for the time being.

A peasant, a human, a wimp. He was covered with ease as the one-armed Oni could still shift her blade or use her claws just as easily despite the lack of her recovering limb.

"You will be my servant and, if you serve me well, you shall obtain riches and pleasure."

Or else suffer some proper punishment.

The man cowered, and soon she had a home, a steady supply of average meat, and a degree of worry that her cover may be wrecked if she was to get too cocky once more. After all, the point of suriving now was not to just do damage but... what was it?

Sure, living was a selfish but fair reason, but Ibaraki sought to do more rather than just fiddle with her claws and do nothing to solve the main issue - she needed to get Mt. Ooe restored to its old glory. But how was she supposed to do so on her own?

It took Ibaraki a full week of intense (and mind-hurting) thinking to get to the bottom of this: she needed to bring back more Oni! And then she remembered that most of the clans that hadn't been in Mt. Ooe had refused the call because 'they liked to leave away from trouble'. Cowards! Yet, that pretty much closed the door on trying to acquire Oni of this generation...

She needed to find a way to get more born then!

But how? She knew no other female Oni and... and that left only her.

Gulping nervously, Ibaraki contemplated this: becoming a mother... could she even do that? Sure, she was not running away from this duty but... but it wasn't like it was that easy! She wasn't prepared for such a chore, but there was also the matter of getting the right partner for the chore.

Sadly, the only one she could think of as 'reliable enough' was the human she had turned into her servant. And... she had absolutely no clue on how to seduce a human man. Cooking? Cleaning? Those were beneath her, but Ibaraki knew those were traits shown by dutiful housewives.

The only issue with that mindset in her campaign to lustfully claim the mind of her human servant was that... Ibaraki was not good at either of those things.

Her attempt at cooking had almost burned the house, and her cleaning had done more damage to the floor than leaving it stained with dust. She felt outraged at the idea she could not go through with this, and she ultimately spilled the beans.

"I need you to mate with me, you stupid human!"

...

"I-Is that so? Then... why didn't you just ask, Ibaraki-sama?"

The nervous tone, coupled with the simplicity of that logic, left Ibaraki stunned.

"W-Why didn't I... Wait, you mean I could just ask you that?"

"W-Well, I don't- don't mean to be too much bold here but... I am your servant. And I wouldn't mind spending time with such a gorgeous oni."

Her cheeks burned red at that smooth rebuttal. And despite her mind wanting to tell the human off for calling her 'gorgeous', she also felt a hint of pleasure at being complimented in what should be an intimate step into closeness.

She forced a grin. "I-Is that so? Then... Then kiss me!"

A simple test to see if the man was lying. Ibaraki thought he would have faltered, that he would have shown hesitation but... he struck her with utmost ferocity. And lust.

Her body heated up as she felt her lips suddenly captured by his, the man's frame pressing against her as she almost tumbled backward at the sudden attack. Eyes wide open in shock soon twisted in an unfocused stare forward, her servant lips opening hers to his tongue.

There was a clash, a fight, a spar, and something that wasn't violent- but pleasurable nonetheless.

Ibaraki felt her back go stiff and upright, her shoulders trembling due to the pleasure-driven jolts tearing down her unease. His hands had wandered to her breasts, 'fat sacks' as Shuten had called them but that, despite the insults from her equal, were getting an intense amount of affection by her partner.

The man, her servant, was just taking over in a most absurd manner. And while Ibaraki hated losing, she couldn't help but want this to go as deep as it could get. His hands were swift and nimble, teasing and disarming each of her concern. This- this wasn't mating. But it felt like it was slowly escalating into it. She had asked for a mere kiss, and she got herself pulled in the most lecherous display of affection and worship.

Did she hate it? Absolutely not! There was something in this insane clash that echoed some of the silly words employed by Shuten- it could make sense that her equal's true reason to be so 'obedient' to Sakata Kintoki was out of love and lust. She couldn't help but remember how much Shuten gushed over his strength despite the man being a traitor to their kind.

Back then, Ibaraki had ruled it out as a stupid thought, but now? Now she could understand it. Between the two, Shuten had been the one experienced mating before. She knew what it was all about. The pleasure of it, and she knew a good catch when she found one. Ibaraki was a... virgin. She just never found a reason to spread her legs to someone, not until now.

And as she was getting her mind torn apart by the bliss of that depraved molestation, her legs opened by instinct as she felt something hard and throbbing rubbing against her clothed quim. The underwear had grown thin due to how much juice she had let out because of the pleasure, but as she looked briefly down to expect a penis ready to breed her on the spot, she was surprised that the thick mass grinding against her enticed pussy was actually a bulge.

A thick and insanely large bulge made by the man's cock through his fundoshi.

Ibaraki shuddered at the sight, knowing that the real deal was going to be far greater than that. She imagined it impaling her, taking over her body and make her forget why she was there. After all, she was losing her mind with just that depraved smooching, and, while she was afraid of further escalations... Ibaraki was stunned by her partner stopping for a moment.

They were both red-faced, drained and-

"W-Would that suffice, Ibaraki-sama."

She merely nodded, and then... she asked to be left alone. She went to her room, instantly diving for her large pillow with her head. Growling and gnawing her teeth, a single word pended by Ibaraki's lips: Why!?

Why did she get so worked up? Why did she felt so much from a 'mere' kiss? And... why she didn't ask for more?

Fear, reluctance, tension. Despite her brazen nature in combat, the blonde oni was still inexperienced over the matter of sexual affairs. And she just could not give herself up so easily. She was the Leader of the Oni from Mt. Ooe, and she couldn't just let her virginity be wasted so earnestly. Shuten would have wanted so, but Ibaraki was not her equal when it came to depravity.

She decided that a good night of rest would have aided her mind to find a way into that world without losing herself but...

Ibaraki would wake up the next morning in a most disheveled state. Her body was sweaty, her eyes were wide with unwillingness to find sleep, and her new underwear was soaked once more with her juices - her mind may say no, but her body needed to have a baby.

And, despite her best efforts, she was tempted to just go for it. Soon~.

AN

Horny Oni gets seduced by pseudo-mating! The Legendary Banana Oni seems to want some of that lengthy fruit deep in her honeypot!

Next time... we continue a previous storyline. But do keep the suggestions going, foo!