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Amethyst’s Spring Mini Stories 2025

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An Oni’s Greed

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Kamui huffed, the seventy-foot-tall oni sweeping her dark brown hair back from her shoulders, though there was a hint of crimson in it, just like the hue of her skin. Mostly, she could have been mistaken for having a “normal” skin tone for her kind, but the reddish hue was more evident under certain lighting conditions. A single horn with ridged detailing emerged from the centre of her fringe, splitting it lightly, though she styled her hair in a more ruffled, casual way, so everything was right in its place.

The oni’s body was muscular and powerful: of course, she had to be such in her line of work. That was, Kamui took on any job available to her, as long as there was a good amount of coin attached to it, of course. She made no secret about being “bought for a price,” whether that meant using her body as the muscle in a task or even just escorting someone. Especially around the bazaar, she was an excellent guide, though she preferred jobs where she could really get moving. Standing around left Kamui restless.

However, Kamui didn’t have high hopes for the tourist she’d been hired to spoil that day as she all but stomped towards a rather unusual portal location. Yet Lysandra had sweet talked and cajoled her (one of her highest-paying clients) into the job, though the fox clan matriarch always knew how to get on her good side.

Kamui stood tall, tapping her foot as she licked her lips, the area around the portal, which was tall enough for a one-hundred-and-fifty-foot-tall-giantess to step through, though any truly fearsome giantesses could duck under it. She had not met many of that height, after all, but there were some out there.

But that was not where the Oni’s mind was, dressed to impress in a revealing outfit that allowed her full freedom of movement. Her top was little more than a bra with criss-crossing straps that framed the lower part of her ribcage, while her “skirt” was daringly short with a slit all the way up the hip on one side. Of course, both those pieces of clothing were in the same rich burgundy shade with gold accents, though her underwear on the bottom half offered a flash of teal, as if to offset the effect. Her breasts barely appeared to be contained by the top, if it could even be called that, though Kamui knew from experience it would keep everything where it was supposed to be, even though her tits rose in a heady swell over the top edge.

She daydreamed while she waited, ignoring the stares of others passing by, all kinds of giantesses moving through the bazaar with different things on their mind. Some came there to feast and others to relish in entertainment, the delights of the flesh coming into play there too. The oni could have had all the partners in bed she wanted, though her desires turned more towards feeding her hungry, rumbling stomach.

Kamui was always hungry, but only for one thing. Of course, the oni wasn’t going to be picky when devouring portal divers, but there was one kind of diver she lusted for above all else.

For what could ever compare to the flavour of an elf, after all? She salivated just thinking about it, imagining the juicy morsels sliding down her throat, one after the other. Human-sized elves were her favourite, for they offered more for her to pop into her mouth like grapes, one after the other, gorging herself to fattening gluttony. But elves up to fifteen-feet or so were by no means turned down by her, though her tastes in elves could swing either way from time to time. Who would Kamui ever be to deny herself that pleasure of choice, after all?

Yet waiting bored her and she rocked her weight from one hip to the other, fighting the urge to make her irritation too outwardly obvious. Drawing attention was not a part of her role there and she had needed to despatch some who’d got in her way before, simply because they thought they knew more about her than they actually did, from time to time. It didn’t bother her, but it did cause a scene.

So, she daydreamed, imagining a pile of gold coin (the embodiment of the credits she would be paid for completing the job) transforming before her eyes into a mound of elves, so high she could barely even see the top of it. Of course, that was most likely an exaggeration of all the elven portal divers she could buy with the money, but it was a daydream. She didn’t have to be realistic about it as she licked her lips ravenously, her stomach growling as she rested a hand there lightly and slid it down to her mid-abdomen.

“Mmm…”

Kamui hummed under her breath, leaning back and rocking on her heels. It would all be worth it for the elves, she told herself. Even if the job itself would be boring. Of course, she knew the bazaar inside and out and swore she could even have walked through the darker, seedier regions where lust spilled out on to the main streets blindfolded, with no harm coming to her. But it didn’t interest her, for her lusts were specific and focused.

The oni’s chin tipped up subtly as she imagined letting her head fall back, as if the mere act of devouring an elf could be a seduction in itself. A breathy gasp tickled her lips as she leaned into the moment, letting it all pour through her, an elf floating to her lips. In her fantasy, she didn’t think about anything as common as actually holding an elf over her own lips: everything came easily in a daydream, as ever.

The elf would slide on to her tongue, so smooth and so sweet. They were fed to enhance their natural flavour, but there would still never be anything as sweet to her as an elf. Even the base of her horn ached discreetly as her lust rose, taking a deep breath and closing her lips so she did not drool as she imagined just how she would swallow the first elf.

She’d do it quickly, greedily. For she could be a glutton with so many elves all piled up before her, every last one of them there for her to enjoy, to be as ravenous and as lustful as she wanted. There was a heat to eating tinies like that, or so it was the case for Kamui, stirring her up into a frenzy until she was stuffing handful after handful of elves into her mouth, uncaring for the ones that fell aside and didn’t quite make it into her mouth. They wouldn’t be forgotten, of course, but they were often drugged before being eaten so they couldn’t find it in themselves to run away.

One quick gulp for a tiny elf – and that was it, they’d be gone. The sweet treat would be all hers, but she’d need to eat an awful lot more than a single elf to satisfy her hunger for them.

And drinks too… Cocktails or local meads were always a good start. Perhaps in keeping with her hunger for elves, the oni had something of a sweet tooth too. Or maybe it was just her desire for indulgence that made such things seem all the more decadent to her when they had that edge of richer, sharper flavour. Sweet things simply had the sense that she could keep gulping them down, saliva glistening at the corners of her lips, eating and eating, her throat bobbing with each and every swallow.

Humming softly, she moved her lips against one another, though just about holding back from smacking them against one another. That wasn’t proper for her role at that time, though Kamui was boring increasingly of such “proper” things.

She shook her head lightly, though remained rooted in her daydreams, her fidgeting, at the very least, quelled for the time being. In her mind, she was devouring the elves, popping the succulent morsels into her lips and rolling them lusciously around her mouth before swallowing in long, languid gulps.

Despite their size, she’d more than be able to feel them sliding down her throat too, muscles squeezing to push them down her oesophagus, with a hefty dose of an indulgent, sickly sweet cocktail too. She’d want more, instantly, and she imagined just how she could fill her mouth with tiny elves, their squirming bodies squashing and rubbing up against one another, all trying to drunkenly escape when there was no freedom left to be had for them.

But that wasn’t something the oni cared about in the slightest. It was funny when food tried to get away, but that too was something she tired of. It was all about the elves for her: those sweetly succulent elves.

And that was exactly why she was doing that particular job: for the elves. They would be all she’d need and, when she’d devoured every last morsel, their sweetness and juiciness lingering on her tongue, they’d all be squirming in her stomach, their fates sealed. There’d be plenty of room in there for them, until she’d gorged herself to feeling like she was going to burst, the lumps and bumps of wriggling tinies showing through her stomach, which would have a very light swell to it.

Her fingers twitched once again, as if she wanted to rub her stomach, though that would have led others to see a little too much into her fantasies at that time. And that wasn’t something the oni was quite looking to do at that time, even if the tourist seemed to be taking her sweet time in getting there.

Shame I’m not paid by the minute.

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She mused over that. If only Kamui could be paid for eating elves: now that would be the kind of job she’d take on in a flash. But others in her world didn’t seem at all interested in watching others eat, strangely enough, while she would have thought exactly the same. She didn’t want to watch someone else filling their stomach when she could have been stuffing herself with elves, so it did make sense in that manner too.

Still, it was a nice fantasy to have as the portal shivered with energy; it was the kind of change that the oni could only pick up from all her training, though even Kamui would have said she didn’t get to use all that much of her training anymore. Still, she was more than fit enough.

Her gaze slid to the portal and then dropped immediately. For her tourist was none other than a human, so small she could have stepped on her and, honestly, not even noticed what she’d done.

Her lips turned down and the oni made no attempt at all to hide how she felt, arms folded under her breasts, for they were too large for her to comfortable cross her arms over her chest. She stood up a little taller, pushing her shoulder blades back, even though it was not needed for that moment, stifling a grunt that threatened to rise from the back of her throat.

“Hello!” The blonde human said pleasantly, somehow managing to pitch her voice so it carried to the oni. “Are you my guide for the day? Lysandra directed me here, this bazaar is new to me.”

The oni would have reacted, disposing of the human diver in the blink of an eye, but the “VIP status” of the human gave her pause. Regardless of her being food, she was very clearly marked to everyone in the bazaar that she was not to be eaten. How could that be?

Lysandra is going to pay for this…

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But, of course, the fox clan matriarch would get nothing of the sort. Lysandra was more powerful than Kamui and any fantasies of getting one over on the trickster (really, she should have seen that coming) weren’t due to go anywhere.

And I should really read the contract before being blinded by money too.

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Yet she was going to have to escort the human, regardless of her feelings on the matter.

It’s going to be a long day.