Before reading this story, I suggest you all read "My NieR Night" and "Mitsuki For The Weekend," and "Momo For The Weekend" and "Mother Knows Best." The following story we are about to do is a bit strange as we have never done this before (so bear with us). Ladies and gentlemen, may we present "A Hawaiian Runaway!" And yes, it will get there! Discretion is STRONGLY advised!
It is a little break as I can tell my previous dark comedy story rile some people up. I mean, c'mon? It is a yandere! At least they aren't dead! But seriously, enjoy the story!
Narita International Airport was particularly busy this Saturday afternoon. Locals and foreigners were lining up like ants awaiting their assigned task from their queen. However, no queen is present. Just signs that are written in English, Japanese, Spanish, French, Arabic, and the like to tell people where they need to go and what they need to do.
The airport looked more like a shopping mall than anything one had expected. The tiles under foot gleamed white and everywhere were people milling around. There were two glass elevators leading to an upper floor which had the appearance of a food mall. And in the middle of several large open areas were blue fabric covered seats. The air was cool and only the faint aroma coming down from the food area gave it any scent. Some stairs lead up to a viewing deck where eager children watched the airplanes take off and land. There were mounted telescopes for them to look through and the back wall was one large window. Behind the telescopes was a scale model of the airport with the runways marked on it.
At the back of the ticket counter, Nemuri was sitting at the cushioned bench as she waited for Momo to return to the plane tickets. Removing the leash so others wouldn't think that Momo was some kind of sadist, she ordered Nemuri to stay put as they make their way to visit Hawaii. Operation Cinnamon Roll was a go since her bitch-of-a-mother decided to pull a fast one and to take her lover (and father of her kits) away from her. The nerve of that fucking cunt! That damned bitch thinks because she runs things that she can run my man! Oh, baby! Please believe, mother bitchest! When I come and snag my man from you, there is hell to pay. Nemuri is hot-to-trot and I will be sure that your lying, cheating, man-stealing ass get a fill of just desserts first. I can't wait! Travelers kept their distance around the frustrated Momo. An infant began to wail. Randomly, a balloon popped. It was safe to say that even nature knew that trouble was brewing in this airport.
Meanwhile, Nemuri received a phone call from her cell phone. She picked up the phone and answered on the third ring.
"Nemuri, here! What's up?!"
"Yeah! I won't be available for a few days! Going to a Hawaiian vacation!"
"Yes! Fun in the sun with my precious cinnamon roll!"
"Momo? That chicky bitch?! She actually thinks she has me under control."
"Hell, no! I enjoy playing that role. Playing it very well."
"Heck, if she thinks I am a cock-starved slut that she can control, then let her. I am somewhat of a cock-starved slut. A slut for my Izuku!"
"The bitch is dumber than a doornail, I swear! Just blind and weak for Izuku."
"Being Momo's bitch? Sure, I can use the entertainment. A step up if I were to do acting and/or porn!"
"Hell yes, bitch! The moment with the cum succubus and her bitch of a mother fights, I am snatching him for myself."
"Mayuko Yaoyorozu? Fuck her! To be a CEO and offer me only $50 to distract Momo for Izuku? Cheap ass! The joke is on her!"
"Well, of course, you will get such a supple offering for helping."
"Give me a few days and we will be back!"
"Hey, Mom, I got to go, Momo is coming back!"
"No, I don't want to speak to Granny!"
"Fine, damn it! Tell her, hello."
Nemuri hung up the phone and placed it into her pocket. She played the role as she began tugging on Momo like a dick. "Izuku! Izuku! Master! Master!" She used her tongue to lick Momo's hand.
Momo became disgusted, using her spray bottle to spritz Nemuri. "Bad kitty, bad kitty!" She slapped her forehead. "Damn, I really must have destroyed some brain cells. You acted like I have fucked your brains out!"
"Dick, dick! Must have a dick, any dick! Do you have a dick, Master," questioned Kayama-sensei while sporting an ahegao face.
Frustrated and feeling fatigued, she pulled her pet sensei by her shirt collar. With their tickets in hand, they were heading towards their terminal. "Let's go, Kayama-sensei. Unfortunately, you are too heavy for pet cargo. Good grief!"
Momo and Kayama-sensei followed the signs that would take them to the terminal as they were going to their tropical paradise. Great, to think I will have to destroy my mother in paradise! Oh, mother, you are going to get that ass pounded for destroying my fantasy to have MY Deku in a tropical paradise. That was my fucking dream and you have stolen it, God damn it!
Momo's thoughts were distracted when she bumped into another person. Momo quickly bowed to the woman in the form of an apology.
"Watch where you going, you damn baka," said the spiky-haired blonde as she scurried toward another terminal. Momo tried to not pay it any mind as the woman presumed to be pregnant. She took a glance at the woman as she rode the escalator. If I didn't know any better, you would think that Bakugo had a sister! Momo shrugged it off as she pushed Nemuri to get on the escalator. Momo had a few hours of thinking to do. She prayed to God that homicide would alleviate itself from her brain.
Meanwhile….
People moved with caution as the pregnant teen moved and shoved people out of the way. She even purposely shoved people who weren't in her direction. Those whose jobs were to aid pregnant women weren't exempt.
"Would you like me to carry your luggage?"
"Fuck off!"
"Would you like me to give you a wheelchair?"
"Are you calling me a pig? A fat ass?" She headbutted the service worker. "Fuck off!"
"Miss, would you like some water? I can call your hus...boyfriend."
Glycerin was dripping down her fist. She lifted the woman and tossed her into a row of seats. "Leave! Me! The! Fuck! Alone! You! BAKAS!"
As if she was breathing fire, travelers were moving away from her.
"Move the hell out of the way! Pregnant angry Japanese woman in tow. Please proceed with caution! Angry, pissed off, a potentially murderous teenage pregnant woman in tow." A sickening smile was appearing on Katsuki's face. It was one thing to mess with Katsuki. It was another thing to mess with a pregnant Katsuki. It was another thing to mess with her knowing that she was pregnant, and was threatening the stress levels of her daughter-to-be thus frustrating Katsuki more than ever.
People outside were seeing dark clouds looming over the airport. A television screen suddenly shut off and exploded. A luggage car blew a tire and crashed into the wheel of an airplane, causing the nose of the plane to hit the ground. There was a voice from the intercom. Even the rattling in her voice displayed nervousness.
Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm at this time. We are experiencing some technical difficulties at this moment. We have staff and technical support working to ensure quality service. We are unsure of the sudden mysterious events unfolding but please remain calm. Thank you as always for traveling with us at Narita International Airport. Have a great day!
"Technical difficulties," replied Katsuki as she stretched the word. "Let that Honolulu flight be canceled and I will be sure that my mother, this airport, and all of this damn country sink back into the Pacific!" She stomped her foot, which produced cracks around her. "I mean it! Marina Trench deep." She rubbed her swollen belly. "Sorry, Kazuki! Mommy is a little mad about your grandmother taking your Daddy away." She kissed her finger to rub her belly. "Mommy loves you! Mommy loves Icchan! I am coming, Icchan! I am coming, you damn baka dog!"
Meanwhile nearby, a black-haired spiky man wearing a trenchcoat and a green-skinned man who was wearing a trenchcoat noticed yellow flames coming from the pregnant woman. "Hey, it looks like you're aren't the only one going Super Saiyan," said the green-skinned man.
"Huh, huh," replied the black-haired man, ignoring him and continued reading the paper.
Meanwhile in Honolulu, Hawaii….
Mayuko whispered into the breeze, her eyelids fluttering closed as she breathed in the briny aroma. Scrunching her toes, she felt the softness of the sand, still damp from the retreating tide. She wiggled as a shiver cascades down her spine and her eyes burst open. The sand blurred out in a blissful trance, the shore fading into liquid gold, vivid in the brilliant light. Her pale lips curved upward.
Mayuko bestowed her gaze to the far off horizon, the flaring hues of the sun melting into the sky and ocean like a divine painting. The forever stretching sea was masked with an apricot color, that beautiful umber flowing into turquoise. Through narrowed eyes she watched as each wave overlapped one another, sending the white bubbling crests descending, masking the shore with the transparent fading water.
She felt like a blushing bride. In a way, this was her honeymoon. Izuku was panting head after another love-filled, passionate sex they had earlier. Of course, she knew her Izuku loved it. She knew his threats of running away, calling the police and saying no were foreplay. Izuku was an awesome wonder, full of modesty, and full of love that she craved for the rest of her life.
As she took a smoke of her cigarette, she still felt the warmth of the semen inside of her. She already knew for sure that she was pregnant this time. She had already consumed fertility pills and she was late on her period. It brought her great joy to become a mother, especially if it belongs to Izuku.
"Amazing as always, my dear honey," she told Izuku as they were relaxing in their private tent on the beach. Their hotel was nearby and Mayuko paid the concierge plenty of money for privacy. Izuku was shivering, she placed her body on top of him for warmth. "Don't worry, my love, I am going to warm you up." She kissed him on the lips. "I love you, Izuku!"
Izuku didn't answer. He continued panting. Mayuko admitted that the excitement of having sex on the beach was too exciting to the businesswomen. They did seven rounds without taking a break.
"It's okay. I don't need a reply, dear. What's Momo is mine. And you are definitely mine," said Mayuko alluringly as she kissed him on his chest as she lied on top of it. "This is paradise, baby. Pure paradise!"
Sometime later in the same hotel….
It was at a beachside hotel where Mitsuki Bakugo could be found. She grinned as she snuggled deep into her pillow. She was tickled, excited, as if why this particular vacation was making her perky and giddy. She has traveled the world and gone to plenty of places with her god-forsaken husband. She nuzzled her nose in the pillow, gripping it tightly as she relished in the afterglow of being in this tropical paradise. She was feeling like a Hawaiian princess.
She was rubbing through her hair, feeling relaxed in the warm confines of her bed. She licked her lips, tucking it tightly with her teeth as she let out a small moan. Her breath became labored. She was feeling good by the feeling of the silk sheet she requested to be put on the night before. She enjoyed the finest of things.
She was still moaning, the touch of the silk was arousing her in such a way. Or at least, she was telling herself that was the sole reason. The blanket was moving, bobbing up and down in the region where her groin was located. She let out a small laugh as she felt the pleasure of what was occurring down there. A presence that she recognized for the very presence that came along with her.
Her Hawaiian king, of course!
"There, right there," she moaned to her lover, licking her lips, clenching her fingers to the sheet with all of her might to not produce an audible orgasm to alert unsuspecting roommates. "Keep playing with my kitty. Make it purr. Make it wet and hungry for your tongue." Mitsuki knew that Izuku was far from being gifted at giving oral. Nevertheless, she loved his efforts. She allowed him entry as her juices were pouring to his tongue.
"Whatever you wish, Auntie," he said from within the confines of her blanket.
"Stick your tongue further, dear," she said. "I want you to give to me like last time." She hissed. "You almost got me there."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied as he continued, trying to be careful to not disturb her swollen belly.
As he was about to get further, he heard a knock at the door.
"Oh, what the hell," barked Mitsuki. Izuku knew that familiar sound as it reminded him of his girlfriend, Katsuki. She and her mother were birds of a feather.
"I've told those bastards to not disturb us," barked Mitsuki again. She grabbed Izuku's hand. "Be a dear, sweetie, and make them scarce!"
"Yes, ma'am."
"That's my baby!"
Izuku nodded as he put on his pajamas. He left the bedroom suite and entered the living room. He opened the door.
"Please, you have to hide me," said the boy.
"What's going on…" Izuku paused. The boy, too, stared at him as well.
"Why do you look like me," asked the boy.
"Why do you look like me," asked Izuku.
"What's your name," asked the boy.
"Izuku! Your name," asked Izuku.
"Izuku," answered the boy.
"Oh, dear," said the duo.
To be continued….