Oni life

You blink, heart hammering in a chest that feels… wrong. Too tight, the cool forest air brushing against bare ruby (ta) hued skin that’s smoother and more sensitive than it has any right to be. Your reddish hands are small and delicate, with sharp black claws tipping each finger. They come up to cup the soft swaying weights on your chest. Definitely a pair of breasts. Not huge by any measure, but unmistakably there and they feel huge. Perky, warm, and far too real. A shiver runs down your spine as your palms brush over sensitive nipples that tighten instantly at the contact.

“Oh shit…” you mutter, your new voice high and girlishly feminine.

You sit up on the soft moss, legs folding beneath you. Thighs that are plush and smooth press together. Between them… nothing that should be there. A smooth plump mound and a faint, confusing warmth. A pussy. Your familiar cock is just gone!

Your tailbone twitches strangely, in a way it never has before and you feel something long and flexible coil slowly behind you. You stare a thin, spade-tipped tail, deep crimson like the rest of your skin. Tiny curved horns poke from your forehead. Pointed ears twitch at every rustle of leaves. You’re an oni girl. A cute, petite, red-skinned demon girl with claws, horns, and a tail that won’t stop flicking nervously.

The two moons hang in the lavender-tinged sky. One is soft pink and one is a vivid green and they cast an eerie, beautiful light over the glade. The air smells like wildflowers. Birds with too many wings flutter overhead.

This is definitely not Melbourne. No Big M. No pie. No… anything from your old life.