Hey, guys! GOTA, here! While I was watching 'School Days,' BD was thinking about creating stories with good endings and bad endings. Then I thought, 'why not?!' So, here is the second installment of 'Orange Mound (Bad End).' Don't worry, a good ending is in the works, so stay tuned! This is an OOC Izuku x OOC Mikoto (Ochako's mother) story! Enjoy!
Sluggish wasn't the best way to define Izuku at this particular juncture. Honestly, it was something else. Only thing he could remember was becoming sleepy in Auntie Mikoto's car before going into a slumber. It was shortly after taking a bite of her oatmeal cookies and tasting his favorite soda.
He should have known that the cherry soda tasted a bit funky after taking some sips after riding with his Auntie Mikoto. Her eyes always gazed at him at the moment's notice. Light taps here, light taps there. Pressing her melon-sized breasts whenever they 'accidentally' bump into each other. Making comments about topics that shouldn't be discussed between an adult and a teenager. Those were the tell-tale signs.
Unfortunately, his naivete allowed him to miss it.
"Wakey, wakey, wakey!" Ochako's mother made a sweet, pleasant melodic sound. Sweet to the ears, but bitter at the mouth. "It's wonderful and dashing to see my sleeping beauty rest. However, it gets boring after a few hours, you know?"
Izuku's mouth was dry, as if he had ingested cotton. His body was weak. Upon further observation of the scene, he had noticed that he wasn't in his clothing. Or anything at all.
"Your clothes got a bit damped on the ride here, honey," informed Mikoto as she clicked her tongue. "You did have a bit of an accident." Izuku's tired eyes drifted to see the woman-in-question standing over him. She was naked to a tee, exposing her luscious breasts and tiny prickles of hair on her vagina. She produced a smirk, raising her hands as she was licking something on it. "A very sticky accident."
"Where am I," asked Izuku worriedly.
She giggled. "Where you are doesn't matter," she said. "What you are about to do does matter, I-zu-ku baby."
Lights hovered over the teen. Everything else around him was engulfed in darkness. In a panic, he tried to move, but was unable to do so. It was met with a tiny cackle.
"I wasn't sure how much sedatives I put in that drink," she said. "But certain that you wouldn't leave me for a while. After all, you did say you would keep me company for the night." She pursed her lip. "You wouldn't do anything to back out on your word, would you?"
"Please," pleaded Izuku. "Don't hurt me!"
The brunette widened her eyes. "Hurt you?!" She scoffed. "Why would dare hurt the father of my kits." She walked back toward his sight. "After all, you are a slave to my love."
"A slave," retorted Izuku.
"You were begging me to take you away," said Mikoto. "Coming to my bakery and making those moves on me. Want to butter my muffin and help make buns in the oven." She licked her lips. "The way you convey words, I knew you were speaking dirty. It was like you wanted me to break you." She spread her thighs, showcasing her pussy. "I couldn't get you out of mind. I got off to you every night. I would tap in my daughter's phone and get off to your voice. I followed you around. I know what you like to eat, drink, play, and whenever you want to play with yourself." She scoffed. "Damn animated whores. Why get off to a drawn pussy when there is a feast upon you."
"Auntie Mikoto, please!"
"Shh! That's okay! Call me Mikoto," she said firmly. "Or your wife or your mistress." She turned around momentarily, exposing her heart-shaped ass. "Lights please!"
The darkness surrounding him disappeared. Upon observation, he saw windows all around him. Dark figures were behind those windows. They were watching him. He could feel their eyes staring daggers at him.
"Hmm, hmm," said Mikoto with a strong mischievous grin. "I always love to have an audience when I see my masterpiece come to work. What we are about to make is a work of art."
"A work of art," retorted Izuku.
"Hmm, hmm," she said as she snapped her fingers. The lights turned on, showing the people behind the windows. His eyes became wide as saucers. "Holy Esdeath!"
There were mothers of classmates. Even Pro Heroes such as Midnight, Mount Lady, Ryukyu, Bubble Girl, and Miruko. He even saw Shouto's sister, Fuyumi, and members of the Wild, Wild Pussycats. There were mothers that he recognized during his homestay in Vale. Each of them in their natural state - all wearing provocative clothing with their eyes ogling over one person and one person alone.
"Surprise, Izuku baby!" Mikoto placed her foot over Izuku's now sturdy cock. "These lovely ladies are friends of mine. And soon, they will become friends of yours."
Izuku tried moving away, but was unable to. It was met with jeering and catcalling from the circle beyond him. "We all have a sickness, Izuku baby," said Mikoto as she stroked his cock with her foot. "A fever that can only be cured by you." She narrowed her eyes. "And not those fucking interloping shrews that we call our daughters?"
Hisses filled the room, creating a crescendo wave among the women who watched.
"What's the meaning of this," asked Izuku.
"Didn't you listen," retorted Mikoto. "You are becoming my work of art. Our work of art. From this point on, you belong to me." She gripped her toes around his dick, which caused him to moan. "These women cater to me. All have the same disease. All have come to my bakery, wanting nothing more than the sweet tasting cinnamon roll - you!"
"I am confused," said Izuku.
"Each time you come and eat my sweets," she said, "I have always added a little something extra. Something to excite your libido. Haven't you felt such a surge whenever you fap, fap, fap, and then squirt, squirt, squirt?"
"..."
"Silence speaks wonders, Icchan," she said as she continued stroking his dick. "Proof was in the underwear we took from your gym locker." She blew a kiss at Pro Hero Midnight. "Or whenever you spend the night with friends." She blew kisses at Rei and Mitsuki. "Or just for fun, certain kittens who know how to sneak into homes without being seen." She winked at the housewife Faunus who blew a kiss at Mikoto. "We waited for the perfect time on how much you have consumed my 'secret recipe,' and now tonight is the night in which we will make this beautiful work of art." She applied more pressure to his dick, making him squirm.
"Don't fight it, Izuku! Cum for me! Have to see if the glaze is the right texture," she said as she stroked his dick rapidly.
Izuku let a kitten-like cry as his dick spurted. Like a fountain, it was gushing all over the place, landing on his stomach, the ground, and covering Mikoto's foot and legs.
The women were screaming and moaning like banshees as the window separated them from devouring their little sweet pet cinnamon roll.
Mikoto bent over and gathered the glaze that was rightfully hers. She rubbed it with her fingers. "Sturdy texture. Not loose." She placed the glaze into her mouth. She began thrusting her fingers, cleaning and sucking out his seed until there was nothing more. "Such a sweet taste as it muddied down to my throat. It definitely whets my appetite."
She lowered her hips, situating herself to get on his dick. "Now it is time that you are going to feed me a special delicious creamy pie."
"Auntie, please," begged Izuku as he tried to move. However, the medicine was still effective. Mikoto placed her finger to his lip. "Shh, baby! Relax! Everything is going to be okay. We are making art, love. You are my husband and these lovely women are our disciples. Our children of the night. "
Before he could speak, he noticed something in her eyes. It was a reddish hue. A smile was produced as he noticed markings and insignias were appearing onto her body. As she smiled, he saw fangs appearing. To complete the set, horns branched out of her head.
"Who are you," questioned Izuku worriedly.
"I am one of many names. Some call me the mark of the beast. Some call me a monster. Some call me a succubus. Others call me a demon," she said calmly as she gyrated her hips into his swollen dick. She placed her lips to his ear. "So, as I am, you will bow down to me." She bit into his ear. "We have a kingdom to begin."
His dick entered her womb. She thrust herself to ensure that Izuku was entering her special place. "There, there. Your queen is here. I won't leave you. I won't forsake you. I will stand by yourself forever, baby. I love you, my king. My loving, adorable slave king."
She saw tears flowing down his eyes. "Are you actually crying," she said. "Aww! Tears of happiness."
Izuku felt his dick tightening and hardening, going deeper into the womb. He saw the eyes of Auntie Mikoto rolling back. Her breath became heavier, inciting her to give him a kiss. He tasted his friend's mother, along with the contents of his semen and her saliva. She pried his tongue, making him swallow. Each kiss she gave him, the more bitter it was.
Izuku crackled as he released his sperm inside of her vagina. The heaviness of her body, the stickiness of their contents was getting to the best of him. Izuku panted loudly as he continued spurting inside of her.
"With that, you're mine," she cried happily while rubbing her belly. She turned to the ladies as she raised her fist. It was met with an astounding roar. "Our kingdom in this world will begin when the child is born. A lovely end to this decrepit world."
"Why? Why me," asked Izuku.
She pursed her lip. "You have something many don't have in this world - purity! Your OFA plus your purity perpetuates the energy to create such a mighty force with me to create our love seed. She will bring forth to this new kingdom."
Mikoto gave her lover a kiss on the lips. Strong as the grips on his chin as she wanted more of his taste. Izuku gave in, too weak and too exhausted to fight back. Even as they swapped tongues, he felt the taste of strong alcohol from her saliva.
"All hail this new world dynasty," cried Mikoto as she harked to the heavens. Izuku, in a daze, watched as her wings spread wide. Upon doing so, the others spread their wings, hissing and crying to the heavens about their future dynasty on this Earth.
Mikoto pursed her lips. She was pleasing with her love offering. However, she wasn't an ingrate, wasn't stingy enough for the others to partake. She extended her hands. "Now, my lovely children of the night. It's your turn to taste the gift of your king."
Izuku couldn't speak. His muscles were weakening, making him feel limp like gelatin. His body was feeling heavy and his tongue nearly choked him.
"Come my children! Partake the taste of your king," she barked loudly, which created an astounding roar. "Rejoice! Rejoice! REJOICE!"
Like cicadas on a warm summer night, the swarm of demons broke through the glass as they were heading for their king.
Izuku made a kitten like cry. The swarm of mothers he dearly recognized overtook him as they took advantage of his innocence. They shed their clothing and pelted his body as they fought over his cock. Every part of his body was filled with the womanly scent of the demons.
All wanted a seed of their dominion.
Love us, king!
Let us take care of you!
Treat us kindly, king!
Papa! We want our papa!
Accept your fate, Izuku!
Your mothers will take care of you!
Rejoice to our king and queen!
All hail our king and queen!
Mikoto was filled with heavenly bliss. She couldn't say the same about her daughter as well as the other daughters. However, she wasn't an ingrate. As the girls were held up confined in the basement of the bakery, their babies would require lots and lots and lots of milk.
If they are grateful, then maybe they, too, could get a taste of Izuku.
She pursed her lips. "But, not tonight!" She winked. "Goodbye, my dear readers!"
THE END - BAD END!
BD: The hell ending is this, baby?! I would say a certain word, but you're not black. But, really….
GOTA: Hey, hey, hey! You used that one shot during a 'Chat Noir' chapter with Katsuki.
BD: Yeah, yeah! But, my brain is like WTF!
GOTA: School Days and morning sickness made me have this idea.
BD: Done! Anyway, stay tuned for more work soon.
GOTA: We are still in search of artists who could make Team Greenshade.
BD: We are in talks with an artist, but we won't say much for the time being.
GOTA: As always, God bless, thanks for reading and Team Greenshade.
BD: May God forgive us on this!