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[i][big][color=yellow]VENERABLE PROGENITOR OF DRUNKEN HEDONISTS[/color][/big][/i]
[img=135002]drunkards[/img][color=yellow][b]大努島耳寄り[/b][/color]
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[color=yellow][i]Q: What made oni go from damned souls, so violent and corrupt that even Hell wouldn't take them, to relatively benign sex bombs who drink a lot?
A: This one.[/i][/color]

[color=yellow][collapse=Wise Monk Kenji][color=gray][i]Once upon a time, a vile oni lived at the top of Hanshoku-yama. She would bring catastrophe to the villages, and the people begged the monks to exorcise her. But none who went up ever returned. The oni had made a meal out of them, and her horrible laughter chilled the souls of all who heard it as she slew another faithful man who had come to drive her off.

But there was one monk who thought he could end her menace.

The wise monk Kenji was not a very good exorcist, but he was the greatest fighter in the temple, and he wanted to prove he could deal with youkai. All the monks thought he was a fool for this, but not even the words of his master could dissuade him. The monk knew that there was, truly, no redeeming souls that had gone so far astray as to return to earth as oni. But Kenji was yet wiser than his master, for he realized that there were more sins than the brutality oni were known for: sins of excess. If he could not make them live righteously, he would at least make them live peacefully. Drunkenness was a small price to pay for the safety of the people.

Weighed down by the many gourds of liquor he hoped she would enjoy, Kenji ascended Hanshoku-yama. He stood before the fearsome oni, unperturbed in the face of its bloodlust, and he fought it. His bare hands out maneuvered her enormous iron club, and he struck her down. But he did not deal the finishing blow. Instead, he sat down and pulled the cork from a gourd.

"What is that?" she asked, baffled. "What is it that you enjoy yet more than defeating your fallen enemy?"

"Liquor," the wise monk Kenji replied. "I have come here to give it to you." For Kenji knew that all oni behaved with the worst traits of men, even if they were women. If they loved bloody combat, how much more would they enjoy drinking to excess!

And for his wisdom, Kenji delighted the oni. All the gourds were swiftly emptied by the once-bloodthirsty youkai, and still she wanted more. For this wondrous liquor, as he called it, she agreed to leave the people in peace. It was the humans who made this, and if she let them be, they would have more for her. She even agreed to spread this message of peace for drink to all the other oni she knew.

In exchange, she offered herself to Kenji. It was, she explained, the best pleasure she could offer in return for the bliss offered by the monk's liquor.

From then on, sex and drink were forever intertwined in the minds of these youkai. [/i][/color][/collapse][/color]
[color=yellow][collapse=Matron of the Mount][color=gray][i][justify]She's still there, up on top of Hanshoku-yama. With all the centuries that have passed since Kenji traded her violence for hedonism, it's nowhere near as steep as it once was. As a matter of fact, it's become a centerpiece for all sorts of rituals, for love or for lust. If you're looking to ensure your wife has a child, or just trying to find a warm body for your bed, the festivals there are sure to meet your needs.

In fact, a good number of them are hosted by the oni herself. While she has most certainly put on weight since her days as the terror of the land, there's still a certain hard strength beneath all those love handles-- not that they do much to do her unbelievably generous form. Some people might joke about a voluptuous kitsune not being able to fit through doors, but it's suspiciously close to the truth for this oni. Even so, the festival-goers are more than happy to redeem their prize of a roll in the hay with her.[/justify][/i][/color][/collapse][/color]