Prologue

“And now welcoming to the royal court, her ladyship, Sunset Shimmer!”

For what was no doubt the umpteenth time today, the grand double doors to Celestia’s throne room swung inwards. Her radiant sunlight, glowing and cheery and nourishing and life-giving, heralding the Goddess as well as any flag, poured outwards, illuminating the form of a small red and yellow pony in the gloomy corridor beyond.

The light was provided by two rows of extravagantly detailed stained glass windows, each one lavishly depicting a singular moment in pony history, such that anypony trotting up that red carpeted path to the throne would end their trip thoroughly informed of every great event that had hitherto let to this moment. As always, Shimmer found herself inspired.

To an unknowing onlooker, it might be difficult to reconcile the lazy-looking white alicorn seated atop the royal red throne with the figure of legend depicted in those murals. But to any pony possessing even a shred of magical power, she appeared to radiate infinite amounts of energy, enough to change the nature of the world on a whim. After all, in the absence of her sister, this was a Goddess who controlled the cycle of not just the sun, but the moon as well.

And yet she didn’t buy into the formality of the announcement one bit. By the time Sunset reached her throne and came to rest before the royal, Celestia was stifling a grin at her number one student’s expense.

“Come now, there’s no need for all that rot,” laughed Celestia. Sunset immediately exhaled, swishing her tail.

“Glad we’re on the same page there,” she shot back.

Celestia nodded. “Yes, I already do more than my share of that courtly airs business amongst the nobility... I shan’t repeat it with my dearest, most beloved student, mm?”

Sunset snorted. “Uhuh. Yeah. That.”

“So, how have you been, dear? It seems like you’re about the castle less and less these days... That spirit of adventure of yours really is like no other.”

“Hm? Miss me?” replied Sunset.

It was not often the princess had cause to look embarrassed, but she paused after that. She looked down at her hooves, choosing her next words carefully. “Well... Ahhh... Sunset, I...”

And normally this would have been the point where the flame-haired pony might cut in with some choice remark to lighten the mood. But Sunset just wrinkled her nose slightly, gauging the mood as best she could. Something was off about Celestia, that much was obvious to her.

“What is it? Hey, we don’t keep secrets from each other, right?”

Celestia nodded. “Well... Ahh... As you know, sometimes it is the role of the Equestrian ruler to dabble in divination, yes? Ever since my battle with my sister Luna, bless her, I’ve had to carry this entire kingdom on my own shoulders. It wears one down.”

“It might shock you to hear it, but I cast stones with an old zebra seer, hoping to gain some insight into the future. And I saw something frightfully disquieting there in the smoke.”

Sunset shrugged, placing her hoof on the first step leading up to the throne. “Subtlety isn’t your strong point, teach. Just spit it out.”

Despite the ache in her voice, Celestia laughed. “Yes, yes, how right you are. The nobles would have your head on a platter for talking to me so brusquely, you know?”

Sunset tossed her mane. She didn’t keep up her end of the conversation. Eventually, Celestia was forced to.

“Yes, well... I saw a rift, forming between us. I saw... unpleasant things.”

Sunset sat down on the steps. “Come on. That won’t happen. Why would I do something like that?”

Celestia was moving as well, hopping down from her throne to pace the room. “Have I... restrained you too much, my student? Do you seek to grow your power - learn magic - faster than I have permitted you to?”

Sunset just shrugged again. Her conversations with Celestia had a habit of sometimes taking a turn for the serious, but this was uncharacteristic even by those measures. She just cocked an eyebrow. She didn’t particularly feel like outright stating it sounded like the hysteria of a mare many, many years Celestia’s junior. “Well, sure, anyone would. But so what? You’re the teacher, I’m the student.”

She injected some levity into her tone, but it didn’t seem to settle the worriwart’s fears down one bit. “I don’t mind just shutting up and doing as I’m told, it’s gotten me this far. Why should you, suddenly?”

But something in those words seemed to bother Celestia even more. “Sunset... I’ve been thinking... I think I’d like to send you away.”

“No way. What? You’re banishing me?”

Celestia hopped closer, wings a-flutter. She clopped a hoof, aghast at the very idea. “No, no! It’s not like that, I swear.”

Sunset looked crabby, one of her all-too-frequent sullen moods overtaking her. But she fought down the urge to say anything before Celestia was done explaining, as much as the urge to rebel was taking hold of her. “Then what is it?”

Celestia conjured a portal, through which Sunset saw another world revolving peacefully in space. She immediately felt disinterested, and it must have shown on her face because Celestia almost banished the projection right away. But she kept it up, imploring Sunset to look.

“It’s not banishment. In truth, it’s perhaps the greatest responsibility I could give you. I’ve been in contact with the Celestia of this world, and she has made it very clear they are all in great danger. Alien forces threaten to engulf the entire planet.”

Sunset took a peek, looking it over. “Hm. Well, with a bit more training, I could...”

Celestia thought back to the vision she’d been granted, of a future where Sunset cast her teachings aside. Where she stole artifacts for power.

“In truth, this world is without pony magic. But the opportunity for learning new skills there is endless. I’d ask you to serve with their government, and pilot one of the weapons they have created against the alien invaders.”

Sunset stared at Celestia with newly-widened eyes, as if struggling to process what she’d just heard. “A... weapon? You want me to win their war for them or something?”

“You won’t fight alone. But, in a manner of speaking, yes. It’s certainly the strangest thing I’ve ever asked one of my students to do, I suppose.”

Sunset looked back to the planet, then at Celestia again. “And if I do it, you’ll teach me everything I want to know when I come back, right?”

Celestia gulped. She really wasn’t sure about that, but she’d sworn she’d do whatever it took to keep her student falling to temptation. Some time in the other world should teach Sunset there was more to being strong than simply amassing power.

Or at least she hoped it would. She couldn’t lose another friend, not after abandoning Luna to her fate.

“Yes. We can discuss that when you come back.”

Sunset shrugged. “Alright, it’s a deal. I just need to pilot this...”

“G-Corona.”

“... G-Corona and beat up some aliens, right?”

“In a manner of speaking. And your body, ahh... The people on that world look a bit different...”

But Sunset was already waving it off. “Whatever, not like I’ll be there forever. Why don’t we just get started and I’ll be back before you know it!”

“Very well...”

---

In agreeing to take on the mission to save Earth, Sunset Shimmer became the pilot of the G-Corona armoured warrior unit, operating out of the Japanese Government’s Mighty Guard unit. This path would see her eventually united with the man Kenta Tadashii, forming a relationship with him... but that day was still far off from now.

Episode 1: Kenta Accepts His New Teaching Position

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It all began with a phone call. A phone call to one Kenta Tadashii.

As a recently-accredited high school sports teacher, the young man Kenta had always had his sights set on helping the youth of Japan.

But his vocation was overloaded with talent, and jobs were scarce. Unable to acquire the teacher’s position he wanted, Kenta had been content with doing odd jobs around his neighborhood to help others out, eking out a living, scraping by.

Of course that, like a lot of things, changed with the attack.

An unknown alien force had launched a series of wide-scale attacks on the great city of Tokyo, levelling countless blocks of skyscrapers in an orgy of destruction. Only the intervention of government forces, and a brave young mecha pilot, had been able to fend off the creature and restore order.

Now people fled Tokyo in droves, including teachers. There was a worker shortage, and a desperate need for a guiding light for the nation's youth. His opportunity had arrived... but he only wished it could have come without such sacrifice to this great nation.

But instead of being stricken with despair, the tragedy lit a fire in his heart.

Now more than ever, he wanted to do what he could to help the next generation. Who could be better for the task? So, one giant whirlwind of scholastic bureaucracy later, Kenta found himself applying to as many schools as he could and teaching sports was a clear enough fit for him.

And, surprisingly, his request to help was accepted.

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In appearance, Kenta Tadashii could be said to cut the textbook image of a hero. His chiseled body was plenty easy on the eyes after a lifetime of rigid, uncompromising martial arts training, and he'd had a pretty good foundation to work with in the first place! Frankly, with those broad shoulders, firm butt, strong legs and arms, Kenta was a hunk - no two ways about it. His noble features and lustrous long head of black hair only cemented his good looks, and his full-blooded Japanese heritage.

Whatever he wore, he usually looked fit to bursting out of, so Kenta had favoured rather easy-going fashion as of late. He could usually be found lazing around his apartment in boxer shorts and not much else, maybe a loose top if he was feeling charitable. Bachelor life agreed with him, and even now he sported a thick bit of stubble that would definitely have to go before he went any further with prospective job opportunities.

---

When the call came, Kenta was found standing at the kitchen counter. He was partway through hashing out a simple dinner. But ‘simple’ was not to discredit it, Kenta’s food was always excellent - it might even be his second-greatest area of talent after teaching.

Especially with the frequent feedback he received. In the past, Kenta had always been happy to share his culinary success with the neighbourhood families, and nowadays he’d become rather used to rave reviews.

But this was a quiet night in, and the smell of delicious cooking only wafted by one nose tonight.

He held his phone to his ear with one hand, slowly stirring the pot with the other. Steam poured out the top, gathering just below the roof of his meager apartment.

It might not be a glamorous life, but it was his.

Casting his reminisces aside, Kenta concentrated on what the woman on the phone was saying to him.

"I know it's a lot to ask, but we'd like to recover the whole sports curriculum with you. You'd be covering for swimming, track and field, self defense... and possibly other classes as well. Are you sure you're up to it?"

Her voice was calm, stoic and professional, but not without a ladylike charm to it. Imagining this 'Celestia' woman on the other end of the line put him in mind of someone large, soft, a little plump... generously-built for sure.

He wondered how to respond. Well, first he had to even just get over his initial surprise at being contacted by her. He was still getting used to the idea of hearing from an Academy of all things. Weren’t those supposed to be fancy and top of the line? High-class? Kenta straightened his back out of habit, as if she could even see it. Maybe he’d at least sound more dignified that way. Best foot forward and all that.

"I'm sure I can handle it. When it comes to teaching sports, that's pretty much my life; especially self-defense! As for any other classes you'd need filled, I'm more than willing to do those, too. Nothing a little elbow grease and cracking open a few books couldn't help with."

Kenta let an awkward chuckle slip. Interviews were definitely out of his element, and from Celestia's voice, she sounded like she was practically factory-made to talk like this.

"Very good, very good indeed," purred the Headmistress in a sultry tone. "But I must warn you, my girls can be quite a handful... I'd wager they're the cream of the crop."

"Still, your credentials are marvelous, I simply cannot find fault with them. And the martial arts abilities... Yes, those certainly won’t go astray.”

“I can't believe I'm saying it, but as you know, Japan is a nation at war with an extraterrestrial force. If these... aliens... intend to bring the fight to us, I won't allow my students to be taken advantage of. You must get to them first."

That... almost sounded like an innuendo. Could it be? And then there was her tone of voice, so seductive it him for a loop. Her words seeped into him slowly, like honey, coloring every new thought about the woman.

... No. Surely she was perfectly professional and he was just imagining things. Surely Headmistress Celestia was far too professional to say something like that.

But it still set him on edge.

Celestia continued: "Now, I've taken the liberty of booking you a ticket for the next bullet train to Tokyo. Our Academy is eager, willing and ready to receive you, Mr Tadashii."

Kenta's eyes shot wide open. He almost dropped his spoon. He had a job, just like that? He couldn't believe what he heard. And she’d paid for his trip as well? Celestia really must be generous. Either that or the school was in more desperate need of teachers than he’d thought.

"Thanks for this opportunity Miss. Uh. Missus? Headmistress?" Kenta cleared his throat a bit. "I promise I won't let you or your students down. Even if there's troublemakers, I'll make sure to handle them right!"

Once the call was over, Kenta let out the breath he didn't know he was holding in and let his shoulders return to a natural position. His weird thoughts aside, this was perfect! He was going to be in a position to do some actual good for the future of the nation. Aliens, demons or monsters be damned, he would prove that humanity would never break, no matter how much it was bent. It wasn't until he smelled smoke did he realize that his curry was being overcooked.

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Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Celestia

<Celestia> If you have any problems with your students, or questions for me, please contact me on this private line and I'll do my best to smooth things over.
<Celestia> Oh, and... I suppose you'll be needing a picture of me, so as to be able to find me on campus. Ahh, there's just a slight problem there...

<Kenta> Thanks, I will. This will be helpful.
<Kenta> That makes sense, yeah. A problem though?

<Celestia> Just a little one...! Really, I'm sure it will be nothing for a man of your calibre.
<Celestia> It is just the only photograph I have available at the moment is one from a recent beach trip taken by my sister... I trust you can forgive my, ah, unprofessionalism in this one instance?
<Celestia> It's not like I dress like this around the school... At least, not too often! I am known to have my dalliances, after all~

<Kenta> Oh, uh, that's fine I guess! Can't be professional all the time, after all huh?

<Celestia> If you feel that way, I think we'll get along VERY well.
<Celestia> Well, I've heard this style is popular with young people at least... Do you... like it?

<Kenta> Y - yes! I mean... It's very pretty. Beautiful. Striking...?

<Celestia> What a nice thing to say~ Your new employer does enjoy compliments very much.

Kenta stared at the image sent to him like it could potentially jump out of the screen. This is his new boss? While his brain didn't know whether to thank God or curse him, the slowly forming bulge in his pants knew what side of the fence it was on. He took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in his throat. Celestia said this was the only image she had on hand. That's not an invitation... right?

It took him a bit, but eventually he calmed down enough to reply.

<Kenta> I'll make sure to keep that in mind!

---

The train ride to Tokyo was as swift and simple as could be expected: just because there was an alien invasion going on, didn't mean the industrious, forward-looking types working the Metro Network would recognize it as a setback.

So it was that Kenta soon arrived in the city, the verdant greens slowly giving way to industrial greys... and then over the next rise, Tokyo!

Things did happen to become a little harder going here. As a man unfamiliar with the wild city streets teeming with people, Kenta found himself buffeted about, even a tall guy like him finding himself struggling with the hordes of the nation’s public at every turn.

To say nothing of the great ruined hulks of skyscrapers, holes gouged out of them by superhuman forces beyond his understanding. Numerous streets had been closed off due to the destruction, further compacting the crowding.

When he finally did reach the Academy, he felt out of breath, but... definitely grateful to be free of it all.

Here, there were no other people around. The road stretched endlessly in both directions, the great looming edifice of the main school building hunkered down in the far distance. It was as still and as quiet as could be.

... Which made it even more surprising when someone abruptly bumped into him from behind.

"Oh! Haha, sorry, didn't see you there..." called a young lady’s sweet voice.

In a different kind of setting, this might have ended with the two of them toppling over together, ending up in a steamy heap on the sidewalk, but... this girl had a little too much ballast for that. That was the first thing he noticed when he turned around and saw the much shorter babe looking up at him from under a thick head of flaming, red-and-yellow hair.

All of the exhaustion Kenta had been feeling up until this moment completely left his body; sucked out of his eyes as they roamed over every inch of the girl in front of him. Was she a student? There was no way, given how she dressed.

She looked... Well, the words that he could use to describe her would probably get him in trouble.

Let’s go with naughty. She looked naughty.

Definitely not the kind of girl who should be going to a prestigious academy like this one. Thick pink eyeshadow over hooded eyes, beestung red lips in a perpetual pout dripping with lipstick, a black leather choker affixed around her neck, with the clasp drawn so tight it was a wonder it wasn't suffocating her...

The babe’s body was, likewise, obscene. Huge, overgrown breasts that looked even bigger thanks to her small frame, barely held in by a ripped-up white halter top. He couldn’t see any bra-straps under there, meaning those hefty milkers were swinging around free under there, the teacup-sized bumps of her nipples shifting freely with the slightest movement... By all rights, the top was so sheer and her breasts so large he should have been getting glimpses of nipples every time she moved, but instead he just saw brief flashes of black instead. Was this bitch of a girl wearing pasties under there?

Going down from there, her washboard abs were totally bare, and her entire hips and crotch were sealed in the smallest pair of latex shorts he'd ever seen, biting deep into the swell of a plump cunt. A pair of sexy black thighboots rounded it out rather nicely.

She chewed her lip as she looked him up and down. "Hey, mister, you know this is a girl's school, right? I don't need to report a molester, now do I?" She grinned as she said it, obviously teasing him. She placed her hand on her hip, leaning forward to give him a stellar view right down her half-shredded shirt.

"Just because some of us enjoy the attention, doesn't mean everyone does~"

'Enjoy the attention', indeed.

After a very, very long few seconds of staring at what seemed to pass as her shirt, Kenta straightened up. He decided to try to look more professional under all the teasing. If she was a student, he'd need to earn some respect. Maybe put her at ease.

"Yo!" Kenta said, finally able to look her in the face. "I'm the new teacher."

He looked her up and down one more time. Maybe he could ask about the dress code for the school without actually seeming like he didn't know anything about it, yet. "Name's Mr. Tadashii. You a uh... student here?"

The girl just gave him another sly grin for his trouble. It looked like this brat loved to tease, and, right now, he was her favourite thing to torment. "Do I look like a student?" she asked, placing her hands on her lower back (thrusting those ridiculous, mind-melting boobs out at him in the process), and gradually slid them down to her knees, bending over in the process. An avalanche of fleshy titmeat threatened to tear that tiny top to fucking shreds right then and there.

It sunk in that she was showing off on purpose. Kenta almost felt the blood in his head making the trek down to his cock as he watched the pair of those fantastic tits move around, his eyes pretty much tracing the hint of black material beneath her shirt.

Before he could be certain it was what he thought it was, she straightened back up with a coy wiggle.

"No, I'm not a student, as much as I'm sure you'd love to book me in for detention... or maybe corporal punishment's more your style?"

"I just happen to live nearby. Name's Sunset... don't forget it!"

"Sunset, huh? Hell of a name..."

“That’s not the worst of it. Put it together with my last name and you get Sunset... Shimmer. Mom and dad were into alliteration.”

He shrugged, laughing. “Well, sounds nice to me. I’m Kenta. Kenta Tadashii.”

She smiled, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Introductions concluded, the girl retrieved her hand. She folded her arms, looking thoughtful as she stared off into space. She refocused him as an idle thought drifted behind her eyes. "But hey, you know, you've got some serious balls coming out here to work. Didn’t you hear all the teachers already packed up and left? You gonna be okay, old man?"

Kenta shrugged. "Balls? Come on. It's just an Academy, right? Whatever they went through, I'm SURE I can handle it, no problem!"

Sunset gave him another conspiratorial grin, then fished around in her purse, just as small and black as everything else she had with her. "Hey, I should give you my number... You can text me if you get in any trouble, okay? Or if work gets too stressful."

"You sure you wanna be giving your number to some 'old man'?" He couldn't help but turn sarcastic. He wasn't old! Not that that stopped him taking a random girl's number down.

“And... there we are,” she said with a smile as she got done typing his number in. "Just, you know - give me some fair warning before you send dick pics or something."

"Right. Anyway, do I want to ask what you're doing hanging around here?"

For the first time since they'd started talking, the gorgeous young teen looked off-kilter. "Wh - What am I doing here? Umm... Uhh..."

It was cute. And it looked like she wasn't quite as cocksure and mature as she liked to pretend. "Well, mm... I just heard the fighting between the monster and the government forces stretched out this far, that's all. I was... just checking out the damage!”

Kenta considered what she’d said. If the fighting had stretched out this far, that explained the damage he’d seen on the way here. “Listen, that's no excuse! You should get out of here. Isn’t there a shelter or something you can get to?”

“Nuh uh! Gotta take pics for my Instagram!” Acting on impulse, Sunset fumbled with her phone, pushing it up under his nose.

That definitely was a blog alright. Lots of... things on there she probably shouldn't be showing him. Curvy, buxom, bouncing things, arranged in neat like grids of images and videos. Definitely nothing on there that would relate to pictures of environmental damage.

Kenta swallowed hard upon seeing just what was on her phone. He tried to stay composed.

... He didn’t succeed very well.

“Damn,” he said.

Kenta coughed and stood up straight.

And she, in turn, seemed to finally realize what she’d done. Flustered a little too late, she swiftly blushed even deeper and stuffed her trendy, current-gen phone back in her handbag. "Well, uh, that was totally embarrassing. Think I'm gonna just... go home and forget I ever did that, eheh..."

He looked at her with an eyebrow raised. It wasn’t like he wasn't already picturing her in the way those images proved. But still. Authority. Gotta be good.

Thankfully, Sunset seemed able to recover on her own, making smooth sailing back to cordial conversation: "Anyway, you’ve got more important things to do than policing me. Don’t you need to go see the headmistress or something?”

"Y - Yeah. That’s right. I gotta go do the job I came here to do. So. Uh. I'll just try to forget I saw that.”

“Nice blog though."

Before Kenta could ruin his first impression anymore, he gave Sunset a wave and turned to stiffly walk down the now awkwardly-quiet path leading towards the school. First Celestia and now that. Did he slip into some kind of weird alternate dimension? Did he get hit by a truck he didn't know about?

Kenta slapped his cheeks to regain his composure. One foot in front of the other. Job to do. As he watched the school looming closer in the distance, he struggled to push those thoughts down.

...Still wasn't going to stop him from checking that Instagram later. For research.

---

If Kenta were looking for proof he'd shifted into an alternate reality, he might have just found it in the school grounds. Pint-sized teens with overabundant curves were everywhere, chatting, giggling, running to class, staring... staring a lot, actually, and at him. His phone was already buzzing with some message or another from Shimmer, although he could probably wait to check it later.

The meeting with Celestia went about as well as could be expected, all things considered. Which meant lots of her talking and talking while he just nodded and tried not to ogle the absolute behemoths straining to burst free of her tiny, overflowing top.

Technically this was less lewd than the photo she'd sent him earlier, but try telling that to his dick right now. It wouldn't listen. Her tan, and the low-riding hips of her pants, certainly contributed.

"... So, all in all, you'll be handling a group of 25 or so girls, of varying constitutions."

“Of course, all our girls are of age... This is more of a finishing school, than anything,” she explained.

“Good to know!” he replied.

It was her turn to be distracted, thumbing through her phone as she tried to decide where she'd be going clubbing tonight. "Well, that said, I just hope you've got it in you to keep them all under control... they can be plenty ferocious."

It certainly seemed like girls around here prioritized appearances. As the meeting with Celestia dragged out, Kenta just tried his best to keep a hold of his senses in the face of the barrage of womanly sexuality.

It wasn’t easy. She was a bombshell and then some. Added to the fact he’d been assaulted with luscious sexual imagery from the moment he entered the school, it put every ounce of his virtue to the test. Now, in front of a complete knockout Goddess somehow lost on Earth, that thread was fraying.

Not only were Celestia’s heels so incredibly tall they were painful just to even look at, let alone what they must be like to wear, but like Sunset she also wore heavy make-up and eyeshadow, with cocksucker lips completely slathered in that purple gunk she called lipstick. Her hair looked fresh from the salon, something he'd discover was the case 24/7 round the clock for her.

Just looking at her was like having sex. There wasn't an inch that you could lay your eyes on without feeling like you were about to explode. Without realizing it, Kenta's eyes landed firmly on Celestia's tanned pair of tits as he talked.

"I uh... think I can manage, ma'am. Sorry for asking, though, but... a-are all the girls... uh..."

He trailed off, eventually realizing that he was openly ogling the headmistress', his new boss', melons. He darted his eyes up to hers. He tried to finish his thought.

"...y'know."

He didn't.

She smiled warmly, rather radiantly, all things considered. "My my... That's quite a question, I have to say. I suppose we hardly touched on healthy male urges during the phone interview, did we?"

She set her phone down and folded her hands in her lap. Her expression was neutral, and very hard to read. "Ahem. Well. Obviously not all of them are. It would be rather surprising if every girl in your class was as healthy and fit as her elders, now wouldn't it?"

"Buuuut... As for the majority of our girls, hmm. Yes, I would say they are rather 'y'know', as you so sweetly put it.

She allowed a very slight smile to show, suggesting she was trying very hard to mask her amusement and not entirely succeeding. "For as long as I can remember, there's been a very sharp view in the public eye towards teacher/student relationships in various educational institutions... Why, it’s even frowned on for a Chief of Staff to sleep with her male employees on company time!"

Celestia leaned over the table, giving her shoulders and back a much-needed rest as endless expanses of breast oozed over the mahogany. She propped her arms on top of her chest, looking like she'd done this plenty of times. "Ahem. Well, my lawyer has advised me not to express my personal views on either subject, but... I certainly know that with the current shortage of qualified teachers, it's in everyone's best interests for a few minor incidents to be swept under the rug here and there... Don't you agree?"

Kenta gulped. "... I get the feeling you, uh... don't really need to say anything to 'express your personal views'."

His attempt at a joke came out stiffly. He felt nervous as hell suddenly, possibly because everything Celestia said felt like some kind of setup. If she was being serious, then this school must be either Hell or Heaven. Maybe both.

Celestia laughed.

"Yes, quite right. I just feel as long as all parties involved consent, fun is fun. Don’t you agree?” she asked sweetly.

For all her honeyed words, it was becoming clear Celestia didn’t care much about the criminality of student/teacher relationships. She must be a dab hand at covering up sex scandals already, to speak so confidentally.

Crossing his arms, Kenta leaned back in his seat and swallowed. If this is how the school is, then he'd just have to power through it. It could just be another fight. The future of Japan was right here. Its heart and soul. Its smiling faces. Celestia hired him to take care of the students, and he was going to.

...Whatever that actually meant.

Determination seeped back into him. The hell was he afraid of again? He could do this.

"You got it, ma'am. Oh." Kenta remembered what Celestia had said in her text. "And you look really good."

This time, Celestia actually licked her lips, rolling her tongue sensually over those big bulging mounds as she looked him directly in the eye. "So do you."

Kenta practically heard his cock straining at his pants. He wanted to grab this teasing Goddess by the hair and plunge right between those purple lips. Instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in before standing up, right across from Celestia's face.

"I should probably see my class, huh?" Kenta said, giving a bit of a smirk.

---

Departing from Celestia's office, Kenta swiftly proceeded to his classroom, where he found... many, many, many girls waiting patiently and obediently.

It needed to be stressed that they were all acting like this was normal. 23 drop-dead gorgeous bombshells, each more beautiful than the last, fit into super-small, super-tight, trashy ideal versions of a porno school uniform, with impossibly small waists, big hips, plump lips, huge breasts. In short, everything a man could want!

And they all just... acted like it was a perfectly normal day, and they were all here to learn. Conversation died down when he entered the room, 23 trophy-wives-to-be all staring at him quietly, doodling in their notebooks, chewing bubblegum, passing notes. Basically acting like regular teen girls instead of the brazen hussies they looked like.

Five rows in all, only the fifth not fully stocked with beauties. This classroom was a full house of delicious teen babes, and everywhere Kenta looked there was something lovely to see.

The first row started out strong with three enormous pairs of tits in Adagio Dazzle, Tifa Lockart and Mai Shiranui... and Adagio was providing plenty of strain to her uniform's skirt on top of that. Ema Skye and Gwendolyn Poole rounded out the row, both astute girls he could count on to be a little more well-behaved than those three opulent delinquents.

The real standout of the second row was painfully obvious... The biggest tits in the entire school, probably the whole damn country, rest on top of a school desk that visibly buckled under their frankly ridiculous weight. And, shockingly, their owner didn't look happy about it. Fluttershy would have been perfectly happy with a more normal body that drew less attention, but the way she looked now she looked like she needed to be pumped full of cum immediately! And her school uniform top not being able to be buttoned around her massive, lactating chest, needing to be tied in a knot instead, only added to this impression!

Under any other circumstances, the girls to this cow's left and right would be overshadowed, but the bodies of Athena Cykes, Pacifica Northwest, Starlight Glimmer and Trixie Lulamoon certainly did their best to be noticed as well. To say nothing of the flirtatious glances and naughty looks those last two were constantly giving each other.

The third row was just as well-stocked, with big buxom bimbo Honey's huge tresses of hair as obscene as Fluttershy's chest, spilling down around her shoulders in two enormous twintails that ran all the way to the floor. To her left sat Pinkie Pie and Sweetie Belle, the first a pudgy prodigy of snacking, the second a pint-sized cutie with no tits to speak of. She stood out tremendously compared to all these buxom bitches, that was for sure. Both girls had fantastically stand-out hair, one reminding him of cotton candy, the other an icecream swirl.

Then there were Jade Harley and Kanaya Maryam, two more studious-looking girls, albeit one with a peculiar shade of ashen-grey skin.

In the fourth row sat five more girls... the last complete set to collect. Lynne, a girl looking almost like Athena's twin, was doodling away and barely paying attention... Beside her, Mizuki Tachibana seemed to be one of the few blondes to even begin rivalling Honey and Fluttershy for sheer, mind-melting size... coming in either second place or third, it was hard to say precisely. Three gothy-looking girls rounded the line out, Rose Lalonde, Kula Diamond and another girl with that same ashen skin as Kanaya, Terezi Pyrope.

Then the last, incomplete row to bring the total to 23: Ashley on the far end, a girl as diminutive as Sweetie Belle and with a hairstyle just as immense, Samus Aran, a fit, athletic and serious-looking blonde and Bache, the third of the tiny cuties alongside Ashley and Sweetie... but seemingly sporting more sadism and malice than the whole rest of the class put together!

These were the girls Kenta was here to educate. His 23 students. And what a front-loaded attraction to it was! He even remembered Celestia telling him six of these girls were in a rather unfairly-genetically favourable cheerleading squad, although he didn’t quite remember which six off the top of his head.

He had a lot else on his mind at that moment in time, honestly. This was going to take a lot of getting used to.

Still, he made it through reading attendance... and it looked like they were set for one class of physical activity today, whatever he was inclined to. Celestia had left his lesson plan up to him, it seemed like.

What to do with 23 teens with sensual, sexual, pin-me-down-and-fuck-me bodies for two hours...?

After settling in, Kenta moved his class of students to the school's basketball court. Clapping his hands, he spoke up to get the class's attention.

"Yo! Since it's my first day as your teacher, today we'll just be doing the basics! Stretches, some cardio, y'know, really get that blood pumping!" Once settling into a groove, it was a lot easier to ignore the fact that every one of these students were basically sex in heels. "So, pair up, and we'll get started!"

Under Kenta's watchful eye, all the girls in the gym marched off to get changed into their gym uniforms. What a sight that must have been... unfortunately he wasn't privy to it.

About five minutes later, they all marched out, two-by-two, in tiny pairs of bright-red bloomers, sneakers and white t-shirts with their names written across the bust in hiragana. Every girl paired up with another babe as instructed, but this immediately led to the first problem of the day: with an odd number of students, what was he supposed to do with the final girl?

He cast his eyes about the room, seeing who was left on her lonesome... and if he’d been worried for a hypothetical leftover beforehand, that feeling went supernova when he saw her standing on her own, looking lost and confused.

Right away, he could tell this was going to be his first challenge as a teacher. She looked so helpless on her own, not just a shy wallflower type but naturally extremely small and slim, with a physical development far behind her peers. She barely came up to chest height on him, and would normally be invisible among the forest of larger, fuller-figured babes.

While they all had fat chests and huge, developed asses and hips, Ashley was as svelte as they came... not to say her body didn't curve deliciously around her hips and butt - the little waif still had plenty to offer down there - she just wasn’t built to the same absurd degree as the honeys around her. If Celestia hadn’t assured him all his students were of adult age, he might not have believed it!

Not to say she didn’t still look amazing in the school’s racy uniform, of course. The choker, high-leg thong, tiny miniskirt and black stockings with high-heels all complimented her look very nicely.

He immediately headed over towards her, picking his way through the crowd. The girls were thinning out, giving him the necessary room to get to grips with Ashley. He called out to her, and she sullenly looked over in his direction, perhaps wondering if she was in trouble. He knew he needed to set the record straight right away.

“I’m sure we’ll find you a partner next time...” Kenta said with an embarrassed smile, “But for today, I’ll pair up with you. Let’s have a good lesson together.”

She looked up at him carefully and suspiciously. The lack of trust was obvious... but seeing her working to overcome it just gave him renewed faith in her. “Alright... Thankyou, sir.”

This close up, Kenta got his first good look at her, and found that while she might be small, she made up for it in other ways. Like her hair! Those two huge twintails hung past the small girl's waist, reaching all the way to her knees... and each of them was bigger than her whole body! Maybe even heavier too, Kenta felt like he could pick her up with one hand!

Pick her up, and... give her a good education, of course! He had to remind himself that she was the same age as all the much-older looking girls around her, and she was just as dependent on him as them for her learning.

But he was still going to think about fucking the shit out of her.

He quickly hurried to Ashley’s side, offering to partner with her. She looked up at him silently, but still followed along with the instructions well enough.

Class went well for a bit... but with this many assets jiggling and bouncing around, trouble was sure to be brewing soon.

On the other side of the room, two of the larger girls were having a bit of trouble with their routine. Pacifica Northwest and Pinkie Pie, both girls with plenty of pampered padding, tried to work through some basic stretches together... Pacifica's on her back in the kind of pose one normally saved for a mating press, clasping her ankles and pulling her legs up around her head... Pinkie's standing over her, bent at the waist, one of the largest butts Kenta has ever seen in his entire life bulging out of her bloomers, devouring the material hungrily. Wobbling booty-meat peeked over the top, and plenty spilled out bottom as well.

Pinkie and Pacifica were wrapped around each other in the most promiscuous position he could have imagined... and comments rising from the pair as they wrestled were fit to drive Kenta wild:

"Ah! Careful where you're touching!"

"I can't help it...! Ooh, and you're so soft here...!"

It would be easy for a man in a position of authority over these two to imagine himself taking advantage of their predicament, climbing in there with the two sandwiched girls under the guise of prising them apart, then sliding his dick into the depths of all the soft, squishy female flesh... so that's exactly what Kenta did not do. He did not think about fuck these two long and hard and deep. At all.

Instead, Kenta made a mental note to try to help Pinkie and Pacifica out later. At least that was what he told himself it was. Honestly, it was almost impossible for him to not keep from looking between Ashley and the pair of floundering girls with almost a sense of wonder. Just seeing the absolute difference in their body types made the act that much more surreal.

Was Ashley going to get a late growth spurt and turn out like them? Had she just not caught up yet? Eventually realizing that he was staring at the cute little girl, Kenta shook the thoughts out of his skull. Or at least rattled them around like a spray can just enough to continue. He couldn’t ignore Ashley during her exercises!

Thankfully, she was doing great, managing just fine even with an overly hormonal teacher gawking at everything in sight. Very cooperative, she did her best to follow his instructions.

"Hey, you're doing pretty good, Ashley."

“Thanks...”

“Want to see how far you can stretch? I can help.”

She nodded. “Sure...”

The pouty girl carefully lifted one leg, raising it all the way and folding it neatly behind her head. Goodness she was limber.

More to the point, the movement showed off how wonderfully plump her thighs were. While she might not have an ounce of breast tissue, those thick, meaty legs turning taut as she stretched was an unforgettable display, putting her plump butt in focus. It looked very nice, and felt nice when he held it to keep her steady. She put her leg down and murmured a quiet "Thanks," to him.

Her eyes wavered as she looked up at him, as if constantly on the verge of wanting to ask something.

---

Once Kenta was finished helping Ashley stretch, he got the small girl on her feet and proceeded to gather the rest of the class around.

The next item on the list was a bit of cardio. This led to Kenta, again, staring at bouncing, wobbling boob as the girls did sets of jumping jacks and laps around the gymnasium. The display was as hypnotic as he’d feared, his eyes soon glued to every bounce.

And all the while, he was replaying Celestia's previous comment about 'a few minor incidents' in the back of his mind, rather like some analyst thoroughly investigating.

He felt like... avoiding any ‘incidents’ was in his best interest, really... The more he thought about it, the better that sounded! But even considering that, looking at the horde of bouncing beauties in front of him, he didn’t exactly want to give that up, either.

Maybe he should think of this as... exposure therapy! Softening the impact that looking at gorgeous huge tits and big fat asses had on his mind sounded like a plausible reason to stare: the longer he looked the less it would make him sweat and lust, maybe?

Yeah, that did sound rather good! Maybe there will be a time where all of this will just wash over him like nothing. These were his students, now, no matter how stacked and fuckable they were.

...

Deciding that he could use a break from this quickly-proceeding train of thought, Kenta decided it would be best to jog alongside the girls. It might be just the physical activity he needed to get his heart rate up and his mind off of all this.

Plus, he really should be doing this sort of thing with them in the first place if he was going to be their teacher.

But... fate did not have the best outcome in store for him.

Sure, things started out well enough to begin with, but all the aforementioned bouncing still had Kenta heavily distracted. It just proved too much for the poor guy in the end.

It might also have been the fault of one Mai Shiranui, for wearing a top made for a girl a third her size. She gave Kenta a brief glimpse of a blazing pink nipple that was prooobably unintentional.

Either way, Kenta put a foot wrong in no time at all. It started with jogging backwards to keep an eye on the group, normally easily for the big lug... but ogling Mai was a little too much for him. He tumbled, and leading the pack and all, the girls behind him ran right into him and fell on top directly after. Fluttershy on his face, Pacifica between his legs, Lynne and Athena collapsing onto both his arms like a pair of dumbells in need of hoisting... He lost count of how big the pile-up ended being when all the light was blotted out by another pair of tits and ass on top of him.

Coming to his senses underneath a writhing pile of girl, Kenta checked to see if anything was broken. However, wiggling a finger just ended up eliciting a gasp from somewhere. He chastised himself secretly, realizing he was digging his fingers somewhere plump and soft... and by the feel of it, a little wet.

But before he could bark out an apology, the muffled sounds of a teasing headmistress came through his tit-covered ears:

"Well well... Looks like you're getting ‘started’ even earlier than I thought." Celestia’s sweet voice was followed by the most musical laughter. Someone's thick behind left his face to let a little light creep in, and he saw the Principal standing over him.

"Class dismissed, girls, he's had enough," she called, clapping her hands. "Showers, everyone!" The girls followed her instructions, swiftly skipping off to the change rooms.

And just like that, the storm had passed. Sort of.

"I'd like to see you in my office in 30 minutes... Oh, but... That vigourous sweat you’ve worked up would be a little too distracting for me... Go take a shower as well before you come, alright?"

30 minutes... that didn't give him much time. Was she implying...?

She cocked her head towards the girl's showers. “In there should be fine.”

Yes she was.

Episode 1: Enemy Encounter

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Kenta stared at the door to the locker room and showers with disbelief. He had no idea why he didn't put it together before, but it made sense. This was a girl’s academy.

Of course there wouldn't be a men's shower.

He slapped his cheeks with his palms. It was just a shower. He'd used school showers before, there was nothing weird about that. Just get in there, wash up, and go meet with Celestia. No problem.

No problem at all.

Steeling himself, he walked through the door with his eyes closed. He didn’t dare open them until he was actually on the other side.

Keeping his cool was going to be paramount. He just hoped the showers weren't too open.

Opening his eyes, he saw the shower room was a large, spartan area much like shower rooms everywhere. Black-tiled floor, white-tiled walls.

But this one was filled with naked girls. So... rather different to his typical showering experience.

Celestia had already explained the situation to the girls, so there was no fuss, but... conversations still came to a halt as he crossed the room. Plenty of ladies stopped and stared in mute appreciation.

There were no dividers. Of course there weren't, the showers were open and expecting anything different was just crazy. Kenta felt his heart rise in his throat and his cock rise in his pants upon seeing all of the girls naked... Seeing them in their uniforms had already been a sensory overload, but now he was getting to see them all lined up too, just a row of big, wobbly butts in front of him (and plenty of backboob because of course).

And they were all within arm's reach of each other, too! Up until a moment ago a few of them had been casually feeling each other up, although now he was here they all seemed much more well-behaved and focused on cleaning.

Still, teambuilding, right? Gotta do everything as a unit. No way they’d respect him if he weren’t open and welcoming, and part of that was at least being somewhat involved in everything going on. 'Nothing wrong with that' Kenta thought to himself as he took off his clothes. The scars breaking up his slightly tanned skin came into view as his shirt went down, his reward for years of fighting. Somehow that all seemed way easier than what he was about to do next.

This was the hardest part, getting naked while horny thots eye-raped him the whole time.

Taking in a deep breath, Kenta pushed his shorts down and his rock-hard cock, which he'd pretty much forgotten about up until this point, flicked upward once the tip crested the elastic band, sending a small string of precum splatting to the ground. He tensed up for a second. Then, he sighed, figuring the school janitor had probably seen worse already. Especially if the rumors were true.

They'd left a spot for him, right in the middle. On one side stood an absolutely stacked dusky, dark-skinned girl who he picked up as Terezi; her breasts literally hung to her stomach, and outsized her shoulders by almost an extra 50%. Nipples so dark they were nearly black thrust proudly out. Despite this excess femininity, she looked almost like a tomboy with that short haircut, and carried herself in a surprisingly masculine way, too.

Terezi just grinned when she noticed him, although with the glassy way her eyes looked it was hard to tell if she 'saw' him... or something else.

And on the other side, a tall, almost Swedish-looking blonde girl who looked like she took immaculate care of herself. Taut, tall, blonde, muscular, and without a hair anywhere on her body below her neck. She was currently lifting one of her enormous udders to soap her chest, the act looking unbelievably demanding all-in-all. She showed no fear, no hesitation, as if showering in front of her naked teacher was perfectly normal for her.

Placing his clothes neatly on a bench, Kenta walked towards the only open shower between Terezi and Samus, his bobbing dick leading the way like some kind of dowsing rod. He tried to give a friendly smile to anyone who happened to look his way but just ended up awkwardly squeezing in between the two girls. Brushing up against both of them as he turned the knobs, he tried to lather up and shower.

But that was far from the last brushing up. Both girls had plenty of hips and tits to spare, so more contact was inevitable. Were these really high school girls, and not adult porn stars? Samus was practically his height!

Throb. His cock wasn't going down at all. On either side of him, four massive teenage breasts were being constantly spackled with water, rivulets running down their flawless acreages, pleasing strata forming on their surface, intermingling with the occasional barely-visible blue vein. Those babies needed to pump a lot of blood, after all.

Samus took a deep breath, making her whole chest suddenly heave. The tide of water rushing along her tits was unceremoniously flicked into the wall with an audible slap, and then a smack as her breasts flopped back down onto her chest. So stupidly huge, both of them.

His staring was interrupted, suddenly, however.

"Oh my god," said Terezi. "Samus, look."

"Ah?"

"Boooooner," laughed the other girl, clearly not one for subtlety. "You can't even call that a half-mast. This dude's totally fucking erect." Shouldn't he be telling these girls to watch their language? It seemed important, but also difficult to broach.

Samus peeked, and nodded. "Give him a break. Not like he can do anything about it."

Terezi sniggered, meaning it was her rack's turn to heave. "Least we know how he's gonna discipline rulebreakers! Haw haw haw! Shit, I wouldn't be able to walk for a week if I let that damn thing inside... The fuck you been feeding it??"

"Terezi... Just let him wash himself in peace," scolded Samus. Instead, Terezi started poking Kenta in the ribs.

The nerve of this girl! Terezi was obviously one of those kinds of delinquents that Kenta would have ended up decking if he was her age. And if she was a guy. Regardless, she definitely needed a scolding.

So, with a swift, sudden movement he snatched her wrist and held it up above her, causing the ashen-skinned troublemaker's tits to wobble in a fluid, exaggerated bounce.

"Hey! No swearing in schoo - " But Kenta didn't get to finish his berating, or even start it really. When he turned to look at Terezi, the troll brat was grinning ear to ear. And her hand was around his cock.

"What the fu - ohhh, shittttt!" Kenta began to say. Of course, it wasn't like her hand down there was unwanted or anything. In fact, the gothy bitch's black-painted fingernails felt absolutely wonderful scraping along the surface of that huge, dominant dick of his. But the surprise was enough to make him twist his body slightly, tugging Terezi along with him in the process.

Which didn't gel well with the slippery floor.

All their wiggling about just saw Terezi's topheavy mass tumbling downward, bringing him with her.

And in the same breath that Terezi's back hit the ground, Kenta's cock seemed to leap to take advantage. As he fell onto her, he plunged deep into her tight cunt until he was hilted, his balls giving a wet, meaty smack against her plump ass.

There was very little resistance. From her body. Or from her.

Rather... Terezi was already so wet her pussy felt as if she'd used a whole gallon of lubricant already, allowing Kenta to smoothly penetrate his student balls-deep without even trying. From the very second that random chance angled the tip to her small, tight hole, it was over, and gravity did the rest.

Completing the fall, Kenta's hardened hands found purchase in Terezi's mountain of soft, slick tits, squishing them and deforming them briefly until realization set in.

"Nnnngah...!" Terezi moaned like a whore, hips trembling, hands flying up by her sides. She might not even have registered falling down, her eyes were rolling, her nostrils flaring, her tongue snaking out of her mouth and stretching upwards. She trembled suddenly, as if one thrust had been all it had taken to get a climax out of her. Her toes curled.

And goodness was she snug. The cool air of the shower room was a nuisance, one that normally sent you rushing under the nearest warm spray. But while the chill now prickled his body all over, it made him even more aware of the heat wrapping around his cock, and the sudden squishy pressure gripping him, holding him. He was only barely able to pull himself out of there, and it came with a nice, wet, 'schluck' sound as she didn't want to let him go.

Kenta immediately yanked his protesting cock out of her pussy, trying his damn best to resist the urges to stay there and pumpfuck the brat in the same way she was teasing him about.

"Terezi!" barked Samus, scolding the other girl instead of acting like this was Kenta's fault. Meanwhile, his throbbing cock continued to leak precum all over Terezi.

"S-sorry I..." Kenta coughed. "T-That's why you shouldn't roughhouse in the showers!"

"Geez... He's right, you know. Let me help you up, sir..."

Samus took his hand and got him to his feet, nearly penetrating herself in the process. It wasn't lost on either of them that his erection was pointed directly at his blonde student's pussy, inches from sliding in. "There..." she said, sounding slightly nervous. "Sorry about her, sir, she likes her practical jokes..." And Samus liked rubbing her tits on his chest, seemed like.

"It - uh... It's okay. It ended up being an accident."

Kenta's fingers twitched along with his dick, and with its perilous location to the blonde in front of him, he ended up dripping onto her inner thigh as well. Not that he could tell from underneath the mountain of tits pressed against his chest. It was easy to feel her nipples poking into him, but...

"We should... all finish up here and call it a day."

"Is that an order, sir?" Samus asked. The cold girl let a little warmth creep into her voice as he felt a wet, dripping finger trail down the side of his member, in JUST such a way it was impossible to tell if it were intentional or not. "How would we finish you up...?"

Samus moved her hand to her inner thigh where that sticky mess had been deposited, and... well. He couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but it was easy to imagine her scooping it up onto her fingers - fingers she did idly sniff and taste immediately after - but he couldn't be 100% sure. Unfortunately.

Meanwhile, Terezi continued to lay on her side on the shower room floor, twitching and groaning away.

Samus rolled her hips in a little bit of a stretch, just enough to lightly rub her mound on the throbbing, aching, blunt head of his pole. The contact left his cock itching, even as she turned away to help Terezi up. "Looks like we're due for next class, anyway. See you later, sir~"

She helped Terezi up and went to get dressed, leaving Kenta to quickly finish up and hurry out after them. As Samus walked away, he noticed for the first time a little tattoo on her lower back, shaped like a love heart. He didn't have time to ask about it, though.

He did notice someone had left a phone number scrawled by his clothes, though, as well as a little grinning troll face and the words 'Text me~' Seemed like he'd made a good impression on Terezi!

---

It was hard to get the events out of his mind, even when Kenta met with Celestia. The voluptuous body, perfect hair and divine lips of the headmistress now seemed like a quiet breather compared to how it felt in the morning. After all, she was merely one drop-dead siren instead of 23.

Bringing up that he just got done almost kissing the womb of one of his students was probably not the best idea, he thought. Even if it was an accident. Plus it's not like he could work it into the conversation, given the fact that he was doing paperwork. 'Oh here I finished up these forms and also bottomed out in Terezi's cunt.' Nah, best to leave it be for now.

Putting that aside, the meeting with Celestia was just getting his papers straightened out. It definitely wasn't as pressing as she'd made it out to be, and even sidetracked herself asking for his input on what she should wear out tonight, wasting even more time. It made him mentally roll his eyes... but this was probably going to be a thing with her. Each outfit she showed was sluttier than the last, and it was such a weird dichotomy to hear her authoritative and almost regal voice slapped onto someone who seemed to take such pride in teasing.

Then he was free to go home and get some sleep.

---

The walk to the train and the subsequent ride back to his apartment left Kenta some real time to reflect. After a day like that, thinking about mundane stuff like travel times and budgeting again felt strange... but he could do with the time to unwind.

But still, keeping important thoughts like that in mind was hard to do. His mind kept wandering back to all the lewd thots he'd dealt with all day. Whenever Kenta lowered his guard for even a second, memories of the day seeped into the cracks, scenes of jiggling butts and breasts replaying over and over in his mind like he was trying to wear them down.

But he wasn’t free yet. Not when his phone suddenly sprang to life with the chime of a message.

---

Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Sunset Shimmer

<Sunset Shimmer> So how'd the meeting with the big boss woman go? She give you a hard time?

<Kenta> You uh... you could say that, yeah.

<Sunset Shimmer> Aww, poor baby~ Need a lap to rest your head on?

<Kenta> Oh ha ha, real funny there.
<Kenta> By the way, I checked your Instagram. You sure a girl your age should be posting that kinda stuff?

<Sunset Shimmer> I guess you really weren't kidding about being a teacher... If most guys knew, they'd just try to get even more pics out of me.
<Sunset Shimmer> Guess that means I can't bribe you with something raunchy to keep your mouth shut, huh? :x

<Kenta> Wow, such a tease. But it's not like I was gonna say anything anyway.
<Kenta> Who the hell am I to complain?

<Sunset Shimmer> Thanks, bro. You're alright.
<Sunset Shimmer> It's just a side thing, anyway. You know, until my gaming channel takes off.
<Sunset Shimmer> Well... That makes it sound like I'd stop if it did, which is kinda sorta not true at all... Hmmm...

<Kenta> So you like that kinda thing?

<Sunset Shimmer> Oooh, yeah, let me get right on answering that question...
<Sunset Shimmer> ... Just as soon as I'm dead~
<Sunset Shimmer> Hmm, I really do need a bribe to get you to keep your mouth shut, Mister...
<Sunset Shimmer> Here, why don't I let this do the talking for me, mm? It's not up on my insta... yet.
<Sunset Shimmer> I love seeing guys go crazy when they see my age next to a pic like that, it's pretty funny!
<Sunset Shimmer> So I'm wondering how you're managing to keep your cool...
<Sunset Shimmer> Maybe you're different.

<Kenta> Let's just say that I'm slowly getting more and more used to the sight.
<Kenta> It is pretty hard though.

<Sunset Shimmer> Mmhm... If you're teaching at Bakunyuu, there's no way you're not getting your dick wet. It's statistically impossible for a guy to strike out that many times.

<Kenta> Well, I'm a teacher, and they're students.
<Kenta> I gotta do my job... right?
<Kenta> This place is like some kinda crazy dream.

<Sunset Shimmer> Uhuh. Maybe there's something in the water. Or maybe the aliens did it. Let me know if you find out, right? Haha.

<Kenta> If I ever find out sure, why not? But...

<Sunset Shimmer> All I know is, they're big, and they feel good to play with, and I feel horny a lot. And I like them being big.
<Sunset Shimmer> I wouldn't give them up if I had a choice. I doubt any of the other girls would either.
<Sunset Shimmer> If you need an excuse, just think of it as relieving their tension. You're doing them a favour.
<Sunset Shimmer> I sure feel incredibly pent-up most days since I got these.

<Kenta> ...Gonna have to agree If I'm being honest. Staring at those students all day, and then looking at this...
<Kenta> ...
<Kenta> Why am I talking about all this with a kid, anyway?

<Sunset Shimmer> Kid? I'm 18, jackass!
<Sunset Shimmer> And probably because you want to put your dick in a few dozen teens, then have me for dessert.

<Kenta> Jeez what a charmer, bet you say that to all the guys huh?
<Kenta> Who says I'd save you for last?

<Sunset Shimmer> You'd need to. I've got a way bigger appetite than all those other girls.
<Sunset Shimmer> You should see my toy collection lol!

<Kenta> Big appetite, huh? And...
<Kenta> I'm pretty sure if I dug through your blog hard enough I would

<Sunset Shimmer> Hmph... Like I'd set it to private just because of a lame threat like that. Look all you want!
<Sunset Shimmer> I'll just keep posting even ruder and naughtier stuff until your eyes pop out of your head. Then I can say I was 'too much to handle' for a guy old enough to be my daddy.
<Sunset Shimmer> Oh, that totally gives me an idea for another selfie...

<Kenta> Hey, I'm not that old... giving yourself a lot of credit there though.
<Kenta> You're just rapid fire with these things now aren't you?

<Sunset Shimmer> Oh yeah? Better tell me exactly how old before the nickname sticks for good.
<Sunset Shimmer> Daddy~ ♪

<Kenta> ...
<Kenta> ...I'm 25

<Sunset Shimmer> Well, if there is something in the water, let's hope it gets into you, too.
<Sunset Shimmer> Reverse that old man ageing.
<Sunset Shimmer> And a few other things...

<Kenta> Does it actually work like that?
<Kenta> Seeing how the size works on them... I mean, I'm not gonna brag or anything...

<Sunset Shimmer> Who knows...?
<Sunset Shimmer> I'm a good girl, I'm not gonna think about it.
<Sunset Shimmer> The BEST girl, probably, in fact. No lewd thoughts here.

<Kenta> That's the funniest thing you've said this whole conversation
<Kenta> As far as BEST girl? Who knows...

<Sunset Shimmer> Definitely not thinking about some older guy scraping my insides out with his huge, hard thing... My little pussy's way too small for that, you know~?

<Kenta> ...
<Kenta> Wow, you are just amazingly dirty, huh?

<Sunset Shimmer> I'm very easily influenced by outside forces and pervy, horny teachers. Please pray for my soul.

<Kenta> And I'm definitely not thinking about that same thing.
<Kenta> At this point, I'm the one who's going to need those prayers...

<Sunset Shimmer> Oh! We can pray for each other!
<Sunset Shimmer> Haha, I feel bad for those girls in your class, though... You're here getting blueballed by me and they're gonna have to deal with it all day. Try not to be too rough with them all!

<Kenta> You really are evil.
<Kenta> They're all good students, of course...

<Sunset Shimmer> Good students? Let's have a bet, then.
<Sunset Shimmer> If you can go a WEEK without slamming one of them silly, I'll... umm...
<Sunset Shimmer> I'll be a good girl and shut down my Instagram.
<Sunset Shimmer> I'm THAT confident. And you're THAT easy to get into bed.
<Sunset Shimmer> And before you say it, oral counts too.

<Kenta> ...
<Kenta> ...Fine, you're on.

<Sunset Shimmer> I'm gonna make you tell me every naughty detail when you do.
<Sunset Shimmer> Mmm, and that's probably my cue to get some work done. I'll see you round, stud.

<Kenta> Sure, sure. Have fun with your "work"

---
This, naturally led to fantasies. At first it started out just as dreams of pinning Sunset against a wall somewhere to feel her up. But then, tugging on Celestia's nipples as he thrusted deep into the expanse between her tanned breasts. Having Samus service his cock with her hands and thighs. Drilling Terezi's cunt like he was going to find oil. Helping Ashley "stretch".

Wow, he thought. I’m going to Hell.

The second the door to his apartment shut behind him and the bolt clicked into place, he wordlessly and almost robotically headed to his shower to take care of the screaming urge in his pants. It wasn't long at all before the shower floor was filled with splatters of cum quickly washing down the drain.

---

Elsewhere in Tokyo, a dark plan was taking place. A secret council meeting, where shadowy figures debated sin in the dark.

One raised a fistful of something, drawing the attention of the others. Dark laughter echoed as the object was slowly, reverently, raised to the light.

A mystical material not found anywhere on earth. It sparkled faintly.

Then, as quickly as it had been raised, it was almost carelessly tossed to the ground.

... And then it began to move...

---

The next morning, Kenta awoke to find yet more messages in his phone from various girls. Celestia provided a few photos of her knocking back margaritas in a 'dress' more like a pelvic curtain and a sash across her breasts. Sunset was asking for tips on which of two hardcore pics to put on her blog. And Terezi was asking if she could modify her school uniform to show a bit more skin.

He had morning wood in no time.

Of course, that was something he'd have to get used to more often, if the messages lighting up his phone were any inclination. He rolled out of bed, writing replies as he went about his morning routine. A compliment for Celestia (where in the world did she even get that outfit?), a little bit of sarcastic prodding for Sunset (the second photo was the winner), and informing Terezi that it was probably a good idea to ask the Headmistress for something like that (though he wondered just how in the world she could ever modify the uniform when it already looked like it belonged on a streetwalker who cared even less about morals). He also began typing an apology to Terezi, but ended up deleting it. It would probably cause more problems than it solved.

After breakfast and a quick workout, he made the trek back to the Academy to start another day of trying to keep his libido in check like a diabetic in a candy factory with infinite free samples.

The day started off much the same as last time, ogling girls on the train, ogling girls at school, taking roll call, arranging a swim class, ogling the girls as they came out in slinky, sensational swimsuits that were around 50% bikinis, 25% slingkinis and 25% pasties and stickers. How was he supposed to get through this?

But having the girls doing laps in the pool was nice to watch. Especially when they came out of the water... Wet, heaving flesh, breasts propped up by the edge of the pool, even just watching them move in those outfits was great. Soon, he discovered Bache couldn't swim... or if she did, she pretended not to know in order to get Kenta to hold her up while she kicked her legs. But that was fine. Teaching is teaching.

But if only he knew he'd only be getting halfway into the lesson, before something happened that changed everything...

It was, in some ways, a shame. The way things were now, it really was a paradise that could have lasted forever. Maybe if this had been all Kenta had ever done during his time in Tokyo, he could have been one very carefree man. But ill fortune always has a habit of rearing its head just when a routine has finally been settled into:

The thing that startled him out of his peaceful moment first, and nearly made him drop Bache into the water, was a distant klaxon sounding, sirens peeling through the air. The girls all immediately straightened up like frightened rabbits, looking about themselves.

"Is it another attack? So soon?!" cried Mizuki, clutching her bikini top to her chest, a necessary gesture with the incredible amounts of cleavage it currently restrained. Everyone looked to Kenta for instruction, suddenly depending on him to make a judgment call.

And Kenta just sat there wide-eyed, for a moment unable to process what was going on. An attack by the aliens? Here at the school? They were barely away from the heart of Tokyo here, how could an attack be happening without any warning?

But he snapped out of it. Impossible or not, something dangerous might be happening out there. That meant a demand for action was on him.

Kenta immediately sprang into action. He hoisted Bache up out of the pool and climbed up himself, fists clenched and glare firmly in place. He wasn't about to let any of the girls get hurt.

"Alright, everyone grab your clothes! Quickly, but calmly! Don't trip over each other!" Kenta ordered. Now wasn't the time for hesitation, especially with other people's lives in his hands.

Thankfully, when he spoke, the girls snapped to attention. Was it the situation, or was it because it was coming from him? Something in his voice must have resonated with them, because they seemed unusually calm as they moved to comply.

He grabbed his clothes as well. "Once you have your stuff, come over to me, and we'll head to the courtyard!"

After as much fumbling and confusion as could be expected, Kenta took a final headcount to make sure everyone was with them, then led his class to the Academy's courtyard, hoping Celestia could take things from there.

Unfortunately...

It was at that moment that true disaster stuck.

---

In the countryside surrounding Bakunyuu Academy, something dark and evil began to stir. If someone were to have a bird's eye view of the academy from high overheard, they'd see the forest on its outskirts had suddenly become a hotbed of activity, a great cloud of dust being kicked up as something ginormous began to move in its depths.

A circle of trees was suddenly flattened, knocking aside in every direction. A second cloud of dust went up as the broken woods travelled outwards, whipped around as if by a hurricane.

A large, black shadow rose into the air, towering over the treeline of those sturdy pines.

Then it seemed to flicker momentarily, but it hadn't vanished: it had moved! Darting his eyes upwards, Kenta saw the object blocking out the sun, hurtling towards the school at a terrifying ramming speed. He barely had time to yell for the girls to take cover before it came crashing down in the middle of the courtyard, breaking apart the ground in an earthquake for hundreds of feet around.

Four impact points from four legs cratered the cobblestone pathing as the thing came down heavily. And the destruction wasn’t over there: the creature landed so heavily it took a moment
adjusting its footing, increasing the destruction as it added yet more craters to the courtyard.

Kenta couldn't believe his eyes. Was this one of the monsters he'd heard about?

A towering insectoid form, with a triangular head, a long twiggy body, a praying mantis blown up to 1,000 times size. And the sound its body made was like the cracking of old wood, powdered sawdust sloughing from its joints as it turned this way and that. Yes, he was certain of it. Its body was composed of the same wood making up that distant forest, smashed together into this enormous form before him.

It tilted its head, looking down at the gathered humans, and raised two huge scythe-like arms, eyes glowing.

But as Kenta stared up in awe at the strange monster that had appeared before him, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Peeling his eyes from the mantis felt nearly impossible to begin with, but his resolve hardened as he remembered he wasn’t just looking after himself here. His charges were counting on him. So he tore his attention away from the strange creature and looked to the side, just in time to see one of the girls from his class, Rose Lalonde, hurled into the air as the ground beneath her broke apart.

With great fissures ripped open in the earth, she’d nearly toppled into one altogether, only able to save herself by clinging to the edge of the open earth with both hands.

And judging by the fear on her face, she was seconds away from losing her grip.

"ROSE!"

As soon as Kenta saw her he was off, bursting into a full-on sprint toward the hanging girl. He dove forwards to catch her by the wrist right as her grip began to loosen. With a grunt, he lifted Rose up out of the chasm, pulling her onto his lap as he turned back to glare up at the giant mantis making yet further mess of the courtyard. Was anyone else in danger? He began to look, when Rose suddenly looked up at him desperately. She clung to him and wouldn’t let him go. "Mister Tadashii... My leg..."

Kenta could tell at a glance she'd twisted her ankle, and would only be able to limp for the time being.

And worse yet, the mantis was doing something new. As the students continued to flee, it raised its front-facing arms towards the crowd, whereupon they began to glow brighter and brighter. As the energy reached its peak, the mantis moved its claws back, bracing its body as if preparing to hurl something... and all Kenta could do in this instance was perhaps shield Rose's body with his own.

It felt like the end.

But!

Just as the mantis had leapt into the school grounds so suddenly, now came a second figure, hurtling after it as if born to face this foe. A great billowing brown cloak obscured its frame as it lurched over the grounds, diving towards the edge of the pool, then leaping forwards. Something in the back ignited and the giant figure was propelled forwards, stretching an arm out... a robotic arm! A huge metal fist!

The mantis unleashed its attack slightly too late, two flares of flaming light hurled towards the students at the same time metal plowed into the side of its face, dragging its body along for a moment before inertia caught up and sent it hurtling. The creature spun over and landed on its back with a crack like lightning, legs kicking in the air frantically.

The cloaked figure stood up straight, 60 or 70 feet tall at least, hands resting rather smugly on its hips... allowing Kenta his first good look at it.

It was a giant robot ripped straight out of anime, a monstrous machine composed of a thousand intricate, interlocking machines all working together to propel a humanoid figure into action. Tall, slender, dynamically-designed, it was every bit the figure of a womanly hero, with a large, finned helmet, broad bladed shoulders, gauntleted arms and a narrow waist that broke out into large, strong-looking legs and big blocky feet. A large pistol sat on its hip, going unused for the moment as the close quarters forced hand to hand combat.

What was it? Kenta had heard stories about government robots that protected Tokyo from the aliens, but this was his first time actually seeing one up-close!

In a semi-conscious haze, Rose slowly looked up past Kenta to the sky. She took in the tremendous sight through bleary eyes. “Are... we saved?”

“I’m not sure yet. Let’s see if we can get you out of here.”

And then, as soon as it had come, it was already back on the move, hunkering down, stretching an arm out to begin helping the girls to safety. Kenta’s heart soared as he watched it work, relieved beyond belief that someone had their back, but the elation was fleeting: the downed mantis’s arms were glowing again, even brighter this time. It hurled an energy blast that struck the robot hard in the back, driving it down into the ground.

The already heavily-broken ground shattered even further, ripping the earth asunder. Student housing took the brunt of the robot's impact, turning the entire block to dust. And... as the ground shifted... something became visible beneath it.

A form, just as large and potent-looking as the first figure! Buried beneath the school. An ancient, dessicated robot.

It looked like the fighting had uncovered some sort of grave for an old mechanized warrior.

But no... Now Kenta stopped and really looked at it, he saw there were a few clear differences between the robot currently duking it out with the mantis and this one: going beyond just the obvious state of disrepair that came with being buried underground, it was obviously older in other ways as well. The blue robot with the golden crest was shorter and bulkier. It had a much heavier feel! The futuristic interlocking plates of the one above were replaced here with large, bulky joints that looked capable of dispensing so much more force, but so much less elegantly.

Then there was the ornamentation: instead of sleek fins it had an enormous pair of shoulder pads, a broad chest and even thicker, stouter legs... and a great scarf as long as its body, stretching all the way to the ground. It was like the male to the other robot's female!

There was no chance at all it would still be operating, surely... but in her current state, Rose would have a hard time getting anywhere far from here.

And Kenta... Kenta just stared in astonishment, both at the battle before him and the robot the fighting had uncovered. But while it was hard not to be awestruck, Kenta knew none of that mattered right now. He needed to get Rose out of here.

But as Kenta stared at it, a sudden idea occurred to him. “Hey, Rose... I think that dead robot might be just what we need.”

“Ah...?”

He looked down at Rose’s leg, then back up to her. He nodded.

“It doesn’t look like it’s working, but, look, you’ll be safe in the cockpit. Come on.”

She shook her head, trying to rise, wincing as it just caused more pain to shoot through her aching body. “What? No. What about you?”

“I’ll be fine! Now come on, there’s no time to argue.”

Picking Rose up in his arms carefully, Kenta took to holding her princess-style, hoping she wouldn't complain too much. If he could get to that cockpit, then he'd at least be able to get her to safety. He'd be able to help and save someone! And then maybe he'd be able to get the others, too.

“Hahhhh...” She tried to laugh. “Aren’t I heavy?”

He blinked at her in disbelief. Worrying about that at a time like this? Teenage girls were something else alright. “You can plan a diet later once we’re out of here.”

And then his feet practically moved before he could register what he was doing. Holding his student's body close to his, he took off in a sprint, beelining towards potential safety.

But time and time again things went wrong for Kenta. As he carefully picked his way through the ripped-apart ground, the two huge figures clashed again and again around him, first the robot clutching the mantis's scythes, trying to knock it over... then turning its shoulder into it and barreling into it. They were both earnestly fighting to the best of their ability, and it took its toll on the land around them.

The robot eventually stumbled back, and a third and final energy blast to the chest ripped its torso to shreds, and it toppled like a fallen tree. The colossal impact didn't just send Rose spilling from Kenta's arms to land on the ground, it sent him stumbling forwards towards one of the great rifts in the earth, vanishing from sight.

He barely had time to throw his arms before he was falling, realizing that this time there was definitely nothing he could do.

But he must have been closer to the cockpit than he thought. Rather than striking the hard, unforgiving earth, it looked like he'd tumbled inside the fallen robot. Unbelievable! He'd been trying to get Rose in here, not himself. Going in, by himself...? That was something a coward would do.

“Shit!” Kenta pounded a fist onto the console. “Fuck!”

And with the other robot defeated, all he could do was watch from safety as the girls were hunted down. Well, at least it looked like the onboard computer still worked, so maybe he could radio for help...

Wait a minute... That definitely hadn't been that way a second ago. Sure enough, looking down at the console it looked like one system after another was humming up from a long, still darkness, coming to life once again. The main screen flickered and suddenly went from showing empty blackness to clearly displaying the battleground ahead of him.

How was this possible?!

The lights on the console reflected off of Kenta's wide eyes as he tried to process everything that was happening in front of him. Was this thing actually working? If it actually worked, then maybe...

Kenta shook the controls back and forth. "Come on... Come onnnn! Move!" No response.

Could this really be it? Struggling in a dumb cockpit while more innocent lives were taken away?

When had he ever let something like this happen in the past? All Kenta’s life, he’d fought for the sake of others, taken punches for them. He’d stubbornly corrected injustice whenever he saw it. Sometimes it would work, sometimes it wouldn't, but he was always able to do something. When he got right down to it, the reason Kenta even signed up to be a teacher was because he’d wanted to help the people affected most by the alien attacks: the nation’s youth. Knowing he couldn’t punch a tragedy in the face, he’d felt truly helpless.

That was why he had to do something now. He had a way to stop being helpless right in front of him! Even if he didn't really know exactly what he was doing - even if he might do more harm than good - doing something was better than doing nothing.

Especially now, when he actually had something to protect. When people were actually counting on him.

"I'm going to get up there..." Kenta's hands gripped the controls tightly, glowing green lines tracing from the controls up his forearms.

"I'm going to stop it..." A flash of memory rose to Kenta’s mind. The moment his father had forever vanished from the world, unjustly taken from him. He hadn’t been able to stop that.

"...I'm going to protect them!" Thoughts of his students filled Kenta's mind.

A whirring sound kicking to life below the cockpit floor. Green eyes flashed to life within the darkness!

---

The giant mantis turned towards the students, ready to bring its claws down as they slowly backed up, but it wouldn't get the chance.

From the rubble near the school, there was a lightning strike, followed by an explosion. A dust cloud kicked up into a whirlwind as a blur shot out of the hole like a blue-colored comet with a red trail. Within the span of a second a giant metal boot connected with the mantis's chest in a shower of sparks, pushing it backwards and farther away from the innocent people. It went down into the dirt, then bounced backwards and rolled up the hill at the side of the school, thrown into the air when it reached the apex.

A deserved blow, pushed through by a burning heart driven by courage, that had abandoned all reason. An impossible circumstance wherein a long-since fallen warrior rose from its grave, propelled forward by nothing more than one fiery-blooded man's determination.

The robot leapt back, placing itself between the aggressor and the school, landing with an earth-shaking crash. And as the dust cleared, that red scarf billowed about its shoulders, visible through the cloud. The blue robot’s human-like face now looked intense and stern, staring purposefully at the monster in front of it.

The mountain of machine metal now moved under Kenta's hands. He has to accept this unbelievable circumstance, because when he moved, the robot moved too! The connection was overwhelming, and invited him to truly run wild.

The mantis landed on its feet, all three that remained, and stumbled sideways as if drunk. Half its head was missing, silhouetted by the sun high in the sky behind it. It raised both claws and immediately launched another pair of lancing energy blasts directly at Kenta. No, Kenta's robot!

Kenta gritted his teeth, putting the robot's arms up in a defensive pose like a boxer to hopefully block any incoming damage. "Gh!"

The energy blast strikes the blue robot regardless, and Kenta reeled, nearly losing his footing. He went to prepare his counterattack.

After all, he’d never piloted a giant robot before! He was moving ahead purely on instinct and determination. If this enemy realized he was a beginner with no technical knowhow backing up his careless, insane driving ahead, he was done for. He had to strike now.

But that was when a strange sound that has no place on a battlefield reaches his ears: girl's voices, raised in hope and cheer. Glancing to his side, he sees the girls from his class have gathered and are standing aggressively, fists raised in the air. They were... praying for his success!

"Smash that ugly bug!" shouted Starlight Glimmer.

"Yeah! You can do it!" cried Fluttershy beside her.

Rose just watched, laid out on the ground, not even able to stand with her twisted ankle, staring up at their unexpected guardian with joyful tears in her ears.

Everyone here was counting on him to see this through.

Hearing the voices behind him urging him on to fight caused the man's heart to beat faster. His grip tightened as his resolve locked down solid. Steel body. Iron soul.

The glowing green lines crawled up to Kenta's shoulders.

Kenta and the strange alien creature clashed in the middle of the school, bouncing off each other. Every few seconds it felt like he had to adjust to avoid destroying a civilian structure. But he was slowly getting the hang of the controls, even as he ducked and weaved through more of those shining energy blasts.

An electric-coursed fist slammed into the mantis's chest, sending a shockwave that caused the nearby trees to tremble, lifting the beast off of its legs to send it careening onto its back on the hillside nearby.

The lines reach Kenta's face, moving over his cheekbones.

The battered creature struggled to return to its feet. To find some kind of stable ground on its now-wobbly legs. The thrusters on the back of the blue robot glowed orange, lightning arcing across its powerful legs. Ducking briefly, the robot shot skyward, above the hill.

Like a comet streaking across the orange sky, its foot fell, crashing into the monster's chest. Lightning rushed into the hole made as the robot jumped backwards, off of the hill, turning its back on its foe.

The resulting explosion wreathed the giant figure, the harsh, hot wind whipping over the Academy grounds and causing the blue robot’s scarf to billow in. The explosion tore through the air, leaving a smoking crater where once stood a monumental threat to Japan.

The green lines receded as Kenta slumped back into the seat.

After cooling down for a brief second, Kenta's eyes shot open in panic. He sat up in his cockpit, craning to see out of it and check to make sure his students were okay.

---

And maybe if someone was paying very, very, very close attention, they'd have spotted something strange: a tiny, regular praying mantis slowly slipping out of the smoke, hovering confused in the air for a moment before slowly making its way back to the forest. But nobody was thinking about that, and nobody saw.

And in the woods, a tall, buxom woman grunted in frustration, before turning and disappearing back into the shadows.

Episode 1: Smut With Roll

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Deep inside the mechanical giant that had carried him to victory, Kenta sagged in relief. The danger had passed. His hands were still shaking.

Who would know what he had done? Was Rose the only one who had seen him fall inside? Could she even connect that to what he’d done? The fact he’d somehow been able to pilot it still seemed unbelievable, even to the man who’d done it!

He couldn’t be sure of anything right now.

But before Kenta could think any further, his intercom flared to life.

The screen displayed a beautiful young girl, maybe around the same age as his students, with blonde hair in a bowl cut and enormous blue eyes. She peered at him intently, clearly confused and a little worried. "Pilot...? Report...? Umm... Who is this?"

She looked off to the side, as if checking her resources. When she looked back, it was to begin mouthing unfamiliar words. "Unit designation... auuuu... Raku... Rakuraizer. Rakuraizer pilot, identity yourself or face arrest."

Her eyes sparkled. "Pwease?"

Startled and confused by the sudden appearance, and still a bit in shock from the fight, Kenta took a moment finding his voice. "U-um... my name's uh... Kenta...?"

He wasn't sure if he should be answering, but he also wasn't much for lying. "Who are you? How'd... uh... everything?"

It took everything in Kenta's power to come to the conclusion that today was clearly weirder than yesterday.

"Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah! We have no idea who this guy is! Did I make a mistake? Am I gonna get in trouble...?"

The girl looked on the verge of tears as she started typing and clicking on things, obviously struggling to be brave. "Director White is gonna spank me again... Auuuu..."

Then she clapped her hands together, lowering her head. "Um! I apologize for the inconvenience! But please pick up the fallen robot over there and engage Rakuraizer's auto-pilot! It should bring you back to our Headquarters where we can administer needed medical procedures on the pilot!”

Kenta looked in the indicated direction, and was shocked back to reality. That’s right! He’d leapt in to save that red robot from the alien attacker... and it was still just lying on the ground where it had fallen.

“Is the pilot alright?” he blurted out.

“Systems say she took a serious injury during the fight!" she immediately responded.

"Hurry!" she said, not giving him much time to think about it.

This was all happening so fast. Well, in the past couple of days, everything had been happening so fast. But right now was the most happening-so-fast out of all of the fast-happenings that have been happening. Fastly.

Rakuraizer? Was that what the robot was called? And who was this girl, and Director White?

... And why was she going to get spanked?

He quickly shook away that last thought. There’d be time to think about it all later.

"O - okay...!"

Checking his surroundings one last time to make sure his students were safe, Kenta started to move towards the broken-down giant robot laying in the courtyard. As gently as possible, he put Rakuraizer’s arms around it, lifting the weaponized warrior into what he hoped was a suitable grip.

The sound was unforgettable, just dragging it into an upright position destroyed thousands of dollars of paving, ripping enormous cracks through the ground. These robots must weigh a thousand tons each, or more!

Satisfied, Kenta began to scour the control panels for anything that looked remotely like an auto-pilot function. Seeing an appropriately inviting, large button, he thumbed it. It went 'bwip'.

A series of beeps and confirmation sounds rang out in the cockpit, and then Kenta felt a rumbling as Rakuraizer stood. It started to move, heading towards an unknown destination.

Hopefully it would be enough to save the pilot.

---

If Kenta had thought that was every shocking thing he’d see today, he was wrong. The biggest surprise was still yet to come.

The huge blue robot passed through the city of Tokyo, heading for the bay. It struck the water's surface and kept descending, diving all the way down to the bay's floor where a large steel structure stood. A hatch opened and he was quickly hurried inside.

Soon he found himself in some sort of docking bay, a steel container with red lighting overhead, and a walkway to disembark. Dozens of technicians rushed to and fro, while a medical team already had a gurney prepared for the cloaked robot.

Kenta looked around with awe at the sight of the docking bay. This was incredible! All of this hidden underneath Tokyo's bay? It was a lot to believe, but the fact that he was standing in it kind of cemented that it had to be real. As real as anything else that had been happening these past couple of days, anyway.

Once Rakuraizer landed, Kenta opened the cockpit (which apparently was in the chest, not that he could have seen at the time) and cautiously stepped out. On his way down, he noticed two blondes standing on the walkway, observing everything going on around them. One was the girl he'd seen on the intercom, so short everyone else towered over her. But one thing that hadn’t come across on the intercom was her very lewd, adult body... most of all, a set of shockingly wide hips for someone so short.

Kenta’s eyes trailed from her over to the woman beside her... who seemed to demand to be noticed by her curves alone.

She was a blonde bombshell, simply breathtaking. Tall, built, leggy. There was no way this supermodel-looking girl was Japanese, not with that vibrantly-thrusting shock of golden-blonde hair trailing down her back, or that waist so stupidly-skinny it looked like he could wrap one hand around it entirely. And yet that waspish figure still fountained out into a massive set of fertile breeding hips (and a huge shelf of bubbly ass), backed up by huge, huge, pale tits so springy and perky they looked like they had to be supersized implants, yet somehow he knew they were real.

She wore a pink minidress, one with no shoulder straps... meaning it was basically held up by her stiff, bulging nipples and nothing else. It came with a tiny green 'coat', white stockings and black high-heeled boots. She looked like a fantasy ideal of the perfect American woman. Probably because she was.

But despite looking like the ultimate bimbo, her expression was serious as Kenta disembarked. And as he finally disembarked and set foot on solid ground, he understood why. The other robot’s pilot was being unloaded, placing someone he knew onto a gurney. Someone he never would have thought he would see in a place like this.

Kenta recognized her right away! The girl from before! He'd seen her as recently as yesterday!

The other robot's pilot was Sunset Shimmer!

"S - Sunset...? Hey! Why's - " Kenta's eyes ping-ponged between the injured girl on the stretcher and the American, trying to find answers.

Just as the gurney was about to roll past him, Sunset raised a hand weakly, bringing it to a stop. The tall blonde set her jaw as if she didn't approve of the delay, but she didn't step in or say anything. It was the girl beside her who began to protest, but she was hushed.

Sunset smiled at Kenta, even though the effort looked painful. "Hey... Looks like you really bailed me out back there... Pretty cool shit... Bet you're expecting me to, like, suck your..."

She didn't get to finish her thought as she started coughing. And before Kenta could respond, she was quickly hurried off to the medical bay.

So Kenta was left staring at the floor with clenched fists, hoping that she would be okay. At least it was nice to know she was still a tease, even in situations where she was possibly dying.

He wanted to go after her. He wanted to make sure she was okay. But... even if he had the clearance, which he surely did not, he was startled by the sight of the two women who’d been overseeing everything suddenly moving in his way. The tall blonde was up first. "Ahem. You must be very confused about some things! I apologize for that."

She thrust out a hand in a convivial fashion, shaking with him. "My name is Swan White, I'm the director in charge of the task force formed to combat the aliens we're calling the Space Invasion Forces."

Kenta let his shoulders drop with a sigh, turning to Swan to shake her hand. Everything was going really fast and there wasn't really much he could do in the way of asking questions due to still being in a bit of a shock.

He might have held onto her hand somewhat longer than he probably should have, but only because it wasn't easy to draw his focus away from Swan's tits, which seemed to practically defy gravity. It was like they were as bouncy and bubbly as her, begging to be seen.

Kenta gulped, slapping himself mentally for that train of thought. Just when had he become such a perv?

But Swan wasn’t much better. She paused, eyes wandering over his muscles, and for a moment seemed to lose her train of thought. But she eventually recovered: "Ahem. You must be very confused about that robot being buried beneath your place of employment... Actually, the Academy grounds were the site of a battle between the SIF and humanity 15 years ago... We believed Rakuraizer was lost forever when it suffered catastrophic damage..."

"In other words, there's no way it should have been able to move! And... And the really weird thing... It was supposed to reject anyone but its designated pilot! That means if you’re able to pilot it, that means no-one else can."

“... What...?” he said in disbelief.

Swan just laughed. “Yes, you see our problem!”

"I... I'm going to be very busy unravelling all this, but could I ask you to stay here for the time being? I'm sorry, it's so much to ask, but... if you could just..."

Swan wiggled closer, those huge boobs swaying with the most comedic anime sounds. Blom-blom-bwoing~ She was practically thrusting them in Kenta's face at this point. "Just stay still for a little bit!"

She was really showing off. Had she caught him staring? Was it that obvious?

"O-oh... uh. Sure, I'll stay. I wanna make sure Sunset's okay before I go anywhere else anyway."

Roll was quick to pipe up. "Her suit absorbed almost all of the impact. She's just a bit shook up!"

She spread her hands out, whereupon a pair of laser units on her wrists drew a complex 3D map in the air in front of her, producing a model of Sunset and her injuries.

Kenta immediately recoiled in shock. How was she doing that?

But the feeling didn’t last long. This image was true to reality, which meant it would show him how Sunset was doing. Putting Roll’s strange abilities aside for the moment, he scrambled to take a closer look.

And sure enough, it all looked pretty negligible. He’d seen worse stuff than this the last time he’d stopped by the nurse's office at his old school.

Swan continued: "We just need some time to check her over... You should be able to see her in an hour!"

"Of course, she's gonna be in bandages for the next week or so..." quipped Roll.

But Kenta barely heard them. He was too busy looking over the 3D hologram with a mixture of awe and relief. It was still hard to believe that someone like Sunset was out there fighting and getting hurt. For some reason, it didn't sit right with him.

"... Wow, okay." Eloquent. To be fair, he was a bit blindsided by the whole thing. Not that he really knew Sunset, but of course he didn't want to see her wrapped up. "As long as she's going to be fine, I guess..."

"You're really handy with all that. Thanks." Kenta flashed Roll a smile. He didn't understand the tech, but it was clear she was smarter than her appearance let on.

Roll's eyes sparkled, just about vibrating with pleasure at being praised. She didn't stop until she bopped herself on the head with a mischievous expression. "Naw, it's nothing, really! I just help out how I cannnnn! ♪"

A thought flickers through Swan's eyes. "Ah! Roll-chan, as long as Mister..."

"Kenta," he said. "Kenta Tadashii."

"As long as Mister Tadashii is waiting, why don't you give him a guided tour of our Mighty Guard facilities? That would be an excellent use of our time!"

She consulted her tablet, bowed politely to both of them, then took off to get back to work. After all, she probably had a lot of repairs to oversee.

Which left Kenta alone with a sparkly-eyed shorty looking up at him. "Uwaaa..."

"Okay! Let's go!"

It seemed like, aside from the giant robots, Mighty Guard Headquarters was similar to many other government offices. Experienced technicians carried out highly-technical work, lab-coated scientists studied theorems and diagrams. He could tell right away this was a place of great industry.

“Mind if I check my phone?” he asked Roll eventually. She nodded, telling him not to take too long.

... Which was when he got in contact with Swan.

---

Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Swan White

<Kenta> So the robot was buried at the Academy? Are they involved any more than that?

<Swan White> <Oh my god!> You're on to us so fast... You are craftier than I took you for, sir.
<Swan White> I apologize, I am not sure how much I can tell you...

<Kenta> Oh. Uh...
<Kenta> Yeah. I guess you guys must have a lot of secrets...
<Kenta> I'm a teacher there. I'm just worried about my students.

<Swan White> Well... I say that, but you are a part of this now. I'm worried a great burden has been placed upon you by accident!
<Swan White> I can at least tell you about the school, I hope you will be satisfied with just that.
<Swan White> Actually, the Private Academy was founded on the ruins of our armed forces previous base. It was demolished during the fighting with the alien forces.
<Swan White> After their defeat, it was a time of peace, everyone rejoiced. But there was the possibility of their return one day, so we remained on our guard!
<Swan White> The physical and mental requirements to pilot a suit like Rakuraizer are very strenuous and demanding. Very few people can do it. An ordinary person can barely move in the pilot's seat!
<Swan White> Girls like Sunset are maybe... 1 in 1 million!
<Swan White> So... An agreement was reached to keep the 100 top candidates here in Tokyo, so as to ensure their safety. Do you understand?
<Swan White> That safety... extends to the safety of their children. Bakunyuu Private Girls Academy is a control environment where...
<Swan White> Where...
<Swan White> My, my! I have surely already said far too much! I should have my hands cuffed and my mouth sealed!
<Swan White> But if you do not mind me saying so... you must be a truly exceptional man to be able to command your suit so capably in a combat encounter with no prior training!

<Kenta> I wonder how I was able to move Rakuraizer if that's what it takes... Am I really the only one who can pilot it now...?
<Kenta> and I-I dunno about exceptional. I just did my duty as a teacher, you know? It's a lucky break that it turned out that way.
<Kenta> But thanks. I guess. If all this stuff in this base is your guys' doing, then I'm the one who's impressed. This is a lot of techy stuff.

<Swan White> Anything is possible with the spirit of Japan backing you!
<Swan White> I may not have been born in Japan, but I believe in this country from the bottom of my heart. I trust everyone here to do whatever it takes to save the earth.

<Kenta> Can I contact the Headmistress? Just to find out if everyone's okay. I'm not gonna spill any secrets or anything.

<Swan White> Ohhhh! She must be wondering where you went!
<Swan White> <Ohhh myyy gooddddd!>
<Swan White> Yes, please contact her right away!!!
<Swan White> Let us hope she does not dock your pay.

<Kenta> ... Oh my god.

---

He winced. He was going to need to talk to Celestia.

But the tour with Roll came first, didn’t it? He quickly caught up to her, and she resumed where they left off, taking him to one room the likes of which he'd never seen before. The white, spartan walls and smooth, sleek layout gave him the impression they'd momentarily been trapped in someone's high-tech phone.

The centre of the room was dominated by a large platform, at the centre of which a large white ring was suspended at around head height, attached to a tall pole in a fashion not dissimilar to a basketball hoop. The pole made him think the ring was capable of sliding up and down. He was immediately put in mind of something like a cat scanner or some other insanely expensive medical device.

A computer workstation stood nearby, momentarily unattended.

Roll saw him staring and perked up. "Oh! This is the Material Synthesizer Room! It's where we make our pilot's suits! Here, lemme show ya!"

She went to the console and climbed up onto the chair, kneeling on it with her legs tucked under her as she typed away. Once the system hummed to life, the huge ring began to rotate and move up and down. It looked like the purpose was to have a person or persons stand on the platform, have the ring start at their head and then... end up by their feet?

Satisfied with her computations, Roll hopped off the chair and ran and stood on the platform. "Watch me, Kenta! Watch me, watch meee!"

The device hummed to life and Roll stood perfectly still, arms by her sides. The inside of the ring shone light all over her body, right before a slinky, dripping, translucent black goop shoot out from its interior, forming a film that spread across its entire diameter. Despite this film rocketing down towards Roll's head, she paid it no mind at all.

It immersed her head in black goop, then kept going. Her blonde head of hair poked out on the other side, unscathed.

Whew!

Oops, spoke too soon!

Where the ring reached Roll's neck, some of that black goop was left behind, instantly congealing around her. Her shoulders were next, similarly immersed. The oily, dripping substance looked to be immediately hardening into clothing according to some instruction Roll had entered on the workstation.

Down, down, down the ring went, leaving behind more and more shiny blackness. The earlier parts were already changing colour, acquiring a pink hue. Her chest, belly, hips, crotch, thighs, calves... and finally her feet were all left wrapped in a stretchy, latexy material that shone brightly under the laboratory's artificial lights. A few seconds longer and the entire outfit was a dazzling pink. Aside from her head, Roll was now fully encased in a skintight latex bodysuit and not a shred of her little red slut-dress remained.

She shifted, and the whole outfit creaked and strained, sounding incredibly loud in the dead-silent room. She stretched an arm out and formed a fist, each finger making the sound of lycra stretching. Her barely-there breasts looked shrink-wrapped now, so tight her nipples looked bare. Her cute pussy was a plump swell outlined in detail between her legs, right down to the contours of her labial folds.

'Watch me' she’d said. As if it were possible for Kenta to look anywhere else but at her! The sight and sound of the shiny substance stretching and pulling over her body was seared into his mind. And the way she smiled the whole time made it so strange.

She flashed a peace sign with more stretchy sounds, giggling. "Heehee! Pretty cool, right?"

And that was it for him. That giggle... and Kenta felt his cock roaring to life against his will in his pants.

Especially when he looked down at her crotch to see her pussy basically completely on display, glistening inside the impossibly form-fitting pink latex. How many times had Kenta thought the word 'insane' in the past two days? Watching her simply moving made him feel like a voyeur. Hearing her move made him seriously reconsider his views on what he wanted to do to her.

He moved to the console, desperately trying to understand what was going on. Kenta sure didn't see any sort of design brief on the screen. In fact, the computer displayed no instructions on what to make whatsoever.

Thankfully, Roll was quick to explain: "The Material Synthesizer uses what we call the Imagination System! You just picture the outfit you want in your mind's eye and it will do the rest... all in just a few seconds! It's one of our most high-tech pieces of equipment, perfect for making space-age, hyper-durable pilot suits to protect Mighty Guard staff!"

"Just make sure you're not thinking about anything naughty when you're using it~! If you're a little too honest with the thought scanner, you'll end up looking like a perv!" she laughed, a very portentous thing to say indeed! And sounding extra ridiculous when coming from a young lady dressed like a bondage bitch.

"That... i - is... uh... God, you're - er that's..." What in the world could Kenta possibly say? Anything at all was bound to come out slathered in arousal at the simple sight of it all. He ended up settling on a breathless "... Amazing."

He took a small step forward, his hand raising without his comment to almost touch Roll's shiny, pink-covered body before he was able to stop himself. He finally looked at her smiling face. "Wow."

Any questions about how the suits work, or any kind of questions he could raise about Mighty Guard were blasted to the back of his mind, complete with his ability for rational, coherent thought. Kenta was very very sure that he was a righteous and just guy. Pretty sure. Definitely.

"H-how does it... uh..." His mind scrambled, looking to find purchase on any kind of idea. "... feel? C - can-..." Kenta stopped before asking the obvious.

It felt so unreal to see Roll walking towards him, seeing all that cotton-candy pink gliding sensuously with her movements. And he'd thought his student's uniforms were lewd: this was on a whole other level.

Roll walked over, bouncing on her heels, swaying those juicy wide hips. "It feels... Mmmh... Tight~ ♥ Especially around my crotch..."

She turned around, orbiting her big round ass in a big circle, bending over at the waist and placing one hand on her knees. She brought her butt up, making the glossy shine playing along its surface go crazy. Each bubbly swell of her butt wobbled with the movement, although the motion was minimized by her oppressive latex prison.

What a naughty pose this young lady was doing for him. The mound of her pussy bulged in the middle, a slit running straight down where her suit was sucked inside of her. "The reactive liquid materials - uuuu - change on the fly to suit the wearer, so sometimes stuff like this happens... See?"

To punctuate her point, Roll gripped one of her buttcheeks and pulled it aside a little bit, letting him clearly see the way her pussy spreading under the material made her suit sink further inside. It made a saucer-shaped depression where her spread hole was.

That probably meant if something was actively pushing the suit inside her, it would very likely form a pocket. Something to keep in mind for later.

She seemed to finally realize just how lewd what she was doing was and snapped to attention. "Oops! Forget you saw that!"

Roll straightened up, jumping at him, wrapping both her arms around one of his and tugging his bicep into her flat chest. His hand naturally found her belly in the process, smooth and with the unyielding harshness of the synthetic material. "Feel as much as you want, mister!"

With an invitation like that, with the state his mind was in, it was impossible to refuse. Kenta pressed his hand against Roll's pink-covered tummy, his fingers making slight indents, light playing off of the edges around them. He pressed his palm flat and felt just how slick and smooth the unreal material was, making squeaking and creaking noises as he dragged his hand down her front, over the top of the swell of her hips and almost on top of her cute butt to hold it tight.

Getting the other hand in on the action, he placed it on her chest, slowly dragging it down over a bump of a nipple. It was then that Kenta realized just how short Roll was... even in a class as varied as his, she’d be one of the shortest. Just one of his hands took up a large portion of her chest. Maybe he should have stopped, but after touching it, the sensation was almost intoxicating.

His cock strained, bulging hard against the front of his pants, inches away from Roll. What did she say? That the material changes on the fly?

Continuing to shamelessly grope her, Kenta's hand snaked in a line, from her nipple and down her front, over the swell of her puffy mound. Slowly, he brought a finger between her legs, giving a small, testing rub.

And if he'd been expecting a protest or an outburst, he didn't get it. Roll's eyes just got bigger and bigger as she watched him playing with her petite form. "Uuuu... Feels good..." she murmured, eyelids drooping slightly as she fluttered her long lashes.

He was bending down quite a bit to reach the 140cm tall girl. It really hammered home the height difference between him and this chest-height young lady. Her eyes flickered down to the bump in his pants and went wide again.

Suddenly, Roll placed her hand on his wrist, where he held her hip. This was it. She was about to pull his hand away and scold him.

... Except she moved it to her ass instead. His fingers nearly slipped off from the frictionless material, but gripping her butt seemed to do the trick.

"Your thingy's hard as a rock, mister... Did seeing - aaaahn - Roll-chan's body get you all worked up~?"

She smiled through her blush, as if sharing a private, naughty joke. "Hey, you can't go see Sunset with it looking like that. Let's take care of it together~"

"Y - yeah... uh... you're..." It was hard for Kenta to not be blunt about how all of this was affecting him. Though it's not like he was good at expressing it at the current moment. He hoped that his body language got through just what she was doing to him. And her invitation suddenly sounded like the best thing in the world. It was getting him worked up. His muscles tightened as he gripped Roll's plump ass, causing it to spill over between his fingers.

He thought about saying something like 'Are you sure?’, but that felt like a pointless question. Instead, he removed his finger from between her legs with a bit of a flick and a curl upwards, pushing into her mound as he withdrew.

It was really hard for him to make himself release the girl from his grip, but eventually he did it. Kenta placed his hands on his pants, sliding them down just enough for his cock to bend and eventually, finally bounce free of its restrictive prison, sending drops of precum onto Roll's shiny pink-covered body. It came to a twitching, throbbing rest with the underside of the tip barely making a connection with her chest.

It was like any morality was completely overtaken by a shrouding haze of lust.

And while he was undressing, Roll's eyes flicked towards the door. For playing at being so innocent, she seemed to be rather more crafty than she was letting on. A moment of concentration later and the security cameras overhead powered down with a hum. At the same time, the room's door beeped and a green light turned red as the lock activated.

It slowly dawned on him that she was covering for him, doing everything she could to make sure he wouldn't get in trouble for this later.

She took his hand and guided him to the console, giggling as she saw his stiff dick rising up before her. For the first time her innocence collapsed as she stared lecherously down at it, eyes filled with the glimmering light of greed as she licked her hungry lips.

"Is all this for me...?" she asked as she wrapped a bright-pink hand around it, giving it a few teasing tugs. "Hauuuh... This looks like it would really fuck me up, mister..."

Roll glanced behind her and hopped up on the workstation's desk, kicking her legs in the air a little as she pulled herself up. She laid on her back, still wearing that big idiot smile, and gripped her ankles, sharply pulling her legs apart until she was doing the splits. She fanned her hands out over her inner thighs, looking up at him expectantly "Quick, Mister Tadashii. Before someone sees us."

And Kenta needed absolutely no other encouragement. He gripped her by her ankles roughly, his strong hands practically latching around the shiny, pink latex with a squeak. She just made a cute "Ooh!" of excitement, followed by laughter. She seemed to approve very much.

When he brought his cock up, her expression changed immediately, eyes magnetized to his member. She started panting immediately, eyes hooded with lust. It was like her switch had been flipped.

His cock dripped a trail of precum over Roll's cunt, and clear liquid dripped down into her slit.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Kenta rammed his hips forward, yanking Roll's legs back with him as his throbbing member forcefully plunged into that little pink condom. The material was slick, but warm, almost like it was helping it along as it yielded backwards to allow Kenta to shove the entire length into her, immediately creating a nice, pink bulge jutting up from her midsection. It was tight, but it wasn't hard to move at all. If anything, the tightness just made it feel that much better.

Roll yowled like a kitten, stars appearing in her eyes as her mouth gaped wide open. She writhed beneath him as he sunk deeper and deeper into amazingly tight, hot pussy, hands tugging at his shirt and arms as he had his way with her. "Uuuuooohh... That's good... Mmmh!"

She started getting used to his size. On the other hand, she seemed very familiar with the way her suit pushed inside her, mapping her insides in a flawless replication of the real thing. "Eheh... Having the suit pushing into me feels good... Push it even deeper!"

She looked up at him, this time with love hearts replacing the stars. "I'm glad you stopped by~ Wearing the suits always makes me feel tingly and I need to take care of it... But now Roll-chan gets to use a flesh dildo instead of the plastic ones~ ♥"

This little minx was taking it in stride and her encouragement was just making Kenta want to go harder. To fuck this doll-eyed sexpot until she was drooling from both ends.

He yanked her backwards so her pelvic region was hanging off of the console, and gripped his hands around her tiny waist. "If you wanna use me as a toy, maybe that's how I should use you..."

The bulge in Roll's stomach receded as Kenta pulled back. He forced her hips to move to let him go deeper as he thrusted in again, bouncing the console and her body along with it.

The sound of his balls slapping against wet latex ringed through the room as he started to use that sexy little fucktoy in earnest. Kenta's movements were almost piston-like, hard and fast, and with each thrust he tried to go deeper than before, causing Roll's glossy ass and thighs to bounce and wobble against his midsection.

The feeling of the suit against his cock made Kenta's legs shiver. Roll's tight pussy gripped and hugged him on each movement. His fingers dug into her sides, not even taking into account that there was a girl held in his hands. More like a hole to be fucked.

"Uuuu - wowowowowow!" Roll's moans became a series of short, sharp cries as she was ruthlessly bounced, used by this naughty guy to get off. She couldn't really fault him for that though, she'd been the one to start it after all. So she just submitted, dutifully taking it all... oh, and loving every second of it, of course! The feeling of his huge, strong hands encircling her waist was what Roll lived for.

His petite pink pocket pussy stretched nicely, her smooth, flat tummy having no problem at all form-fitting around the penis pushing into it from the inside. Roll looked awestruck as she watched her stomach bulging so lewdly, giving him a look that spoke volumes about her admiration for a guy who had so few reservations about pinning down a girl and brutally pounding her. "Uwaaa... So cool... Mmmh..."

Meanwhile, he was wondering if he wasn’t manhandling her too much. Well... it was all because she’d said she was using him as a flesh dildo after all. At the very least, he’d be the best damn flesh dildo this brat had ever handled. The last few days had left him in tatters, but he still wasn’t about to put his pleasure before hers.

But... fuck. The feeling was amazing to him, though, and despite wishing he could keep up the sensation of tight, latex-covered pussy Kenta felt himself about ready to explode. His thrusts sped up, becoming more and more sloppy as instinct took over.

Meanwhile, that latex sheath wrapping around him felt like it was going to do him in at any moment... It wasn't like Kenta hadn't been with a woman before, but this felt better. A latex-coated pussy gripping him added something irrefutably pleasurable to the mix, a gliding sensation not unlike fucking in a Soapland or a Jacuzzi. Roll seemed like she'd have no interest in fucking outside of latex suits since she'd discovered it, and he might go the same way if he wasn't careful.

"G - ghh!" Kenta wasn't very much able to talk during all these sensations. What would he even say? That she was tight, hot and felt amazing? He was pretty sure that she knew all of those things already. He settled on a groaning sound from deep in his throat as his breath grew more and more ragged.

He needed to do something to show his appreciation before he came. For some reason, this seemed really important to him at the time, so he glided one of his hands up the front of Roll's slick, shiny body and placed it on the top of her head.

Grunting, and with one final push, Kenta came, flooding hot, thick cum into Roll's insides, pushing against the latex even more. He could hear the creaking and squeaking, kind of like a small water balloon being filled.

Roll groaned in satisfaction as white-hot seed gushed into her, legs shooting in the air and making a very paltry effort to wrap around him. He was much too big and she was much too small, but she certainly tried!

The feeling of that boiling pole hilting into her, throbbing into her, was enough to push Roll into her own climax, one which she very obviously enjoyed with the sounds she was making. She clung to him desperately, finding his mouth with her own, pushing her small tongue into his much-bigger mouth. Headpats and makeouts with her new oniichan while he creampied her latex-pussy, what could be better than this?

Roll's squealing continued unabated for a good, long time, before she finally went limp beneath him, her only movements a few post-orgasmic spasms and twitches. Hot blobs of semen oozed out of her hole, splotting loudly on the floor. "Uuuu... Yessssss~"

Kenta accepted the kiss, hand on Roll's head and his tongue writhing against her's. It was an amazing, almost addicting feeling to feel her body against his. His cock still hilted, throbbing from a recent release. He held onto her as he slumped just a bit, panting from the exertion.

"That... uh... was pretty intense..." Kenta decided to state the clearly obvious. He noticed his hand was still on her head and decided to stroke it a bit through her hair. "Wow. You're... wow."

He didn't know if he had the energy to let go, so he stayed in that position attempting to recover as he watched Roll's body twitch and listened to the splatter of his load dripping onto the floor. Wait.

... He was still wearing his pants. Which were bunched around his thighs. Kenta let out a small sigh and closed his eyes, kicking himself a bit mentally. They probably weren't THAT badly soiled, right? It had been a long day so it should be fine.

But his internal monologue was immediately disturbed, as he heard a polite knock at the door.

"Hello! Hello, are you in there? Roll? Mister Tadashii?" Swan's sweet voice pierced the silence. "Why is this locked...?"

"Sunset Shimmer would like to see you now!" she called, clearly a bit bothered by the door being sealed.

Roll's eyes shot wide open suddenly as a cold panic settled in. She quickly hopped off the desk and started pushing him towards the door even as she mentally unlocked it. She started trying to clean up the mess of their coitus in the background.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Uh.

Episode 1: The Promise

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Kenta's heart stopped. His eyes darted between Roll and the door.

Then the shortstack cyborg started to push him towards it. "H - hey!"

Kenta frantically grabbed his pants, hoping he could at least get somewhat decent first. He messily yanked them up over his still semi-hard dick as he tried to make himself look more presentable and not like he’d just got done fucking a sexy little bitch all over government equipment with all the strength he could muster. He probably pulled it off as well as he could have.

Then he took a deep breath, made sure Roll was out of sight, and opened the door a crack.

Swan smiled at him pleasantly. He did his best to return it. “Are you by yourself in here?” she asked in a cordial tone.

"O - oh uh... Sorry, yeah, okay, um. Yeah, Roll was just showing me the Material Synthesizer Room! It's really uh..." He glanced back to Roll as she frantically ran around trying to get the room somewhat presentable. "... Neat!"

Clearing his throat, he slid out of the room and shut the door behind him. Now he just had to hope Swan couldn’t smell the sex on him.

He carefully sized her up as she turned away, guiding him to the hallway. Her manner was professional... more than you’d expect from a gorgeous young blonde in what basically amounted to bimbo slutwear, with half her massive breasts hanging out.

“W - Well, shall we? Sunset will be moody if you keep her waiting, you know.”

"R - right. Sorry, yeah. I'm ready."

Does she know? he thought. It seemed like he'd gotten away with it. Surely the slight twitching of Swan's nose was because he'd had a long, sweaty day and not because she was snorting hot sex fumes.

That was what he hoped, but in reality he couldn’t be further from the truth. Internally, Swan was just about crying. Sure, she looked as calm and cool as ever, but inside every huff of that thick testosterone-laden stink was driving her more and more into heat.

What smells so damn strong? What was that? Had he been jerking off in here? Fuck! Fuck! Smells so good!

She knew she needed to calm down or she'd start letting it show in her face... That would be so embarrassing!

All these thoughts and more ran through Swan’s mind as her pussy twitched, a damp patch quickly forming on the inside of her thong underwear. Her legs shook involuntarily, just slightly.

"C - Come along, then,” Swan said, keeping her voice as level as could be expected.

Following Swan all the way to the infirmary, Kenta slowly became aware that he’d been holding a knot in his stomach for the last few hours. Ever since the battle in the schoolyard, he’d been struggling to keep a lid on his concern for Sunset. Sure, Roll had abated that somewhat, but even then!

Regardless, he’d wanted to make sure she was alright. So when they reached the door, and he thought about what was waiting for him on the other side, he needed a moment to stop, catch his breath and compose himself.

Then he went on through. And seeing Sunset on the other side, sitting up in bed and smiling, he felt that knot unraveling. His breath came back to him.

“Sunset! You’re alright!” Kenta thrust forwards into the small room, his relief obvious in his voice. Beside him, Swan nearly jumped, she was so startled by the outburst.

Sunset looked surprised too. “... Whoa. Haha, yeah, obviously. Why, you were that worried about me?”

She was smiling. A smug smile. Obviously delighting in putting him on the spot, did this girl have a mean streak or what?

But he did have to wonder a little. Why was this girl so important to him? He’d only met her just yesterday, so why was he already acting so invested in her fate? It couldn’t just be because she was the one of the cutest girls he’d ever seen, right?

No, that wasn’t it. He wasn’t just worried about protecting her. He wanted to protect everyone.

He thought about the girls in his class. Hadn’t he been just as stricken thinking about how they might be hurt? His heart had leapt into his throat just as readily for each and every one of them. Maybe it was an unrealistic attitude in the middle of a warzone, but fuck it, right? He’d go to the ends of the earth for any one of those girls. He’d do whatever was necessary to protect them. He finally found the words to express himself.

“Well, obviously. I’m a teacher. Looking after kids your age is my job.”

“Kids my age, huh?” Sunset parroted back, still smiling.

“Yeah, I know, you’re... Look, even if you signed up for this, I... I’m still glad you’re okay. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“I can see that. You climbed right into that robot and started fighting like it was nothing.”

Kenta shrugged. “Yeah. And I’d do it again... even if it was the second-most terrifying event of my life.”

Sunset tilted her head slightly. She looked like she was quietly reevaluating him. “Mm. That’s sweet.”

Swan came up behind him, nodding sagely. “Well, you have nothing to worry about there. Thanks to your and Sunset’s movements, all the damage was contained to a small area. The worst injury of the lot was... Miss... Lalonde and her twisted ankle, which will be just fine in a day or two.”

“Phew...”

Swan fetched some coffee while Kenta pulled up a chair and got situated. And he got his first good look at Sunset too.

In all the confusion earlier, he realized he hadn't gotten a good look at her ripped-up, battle-damaged pilot's suit... and now he knew how synthesis worked, he realized how truly sorrowful that was.

Well! He'd probably see it in more fleshed-out detail at some point, right?

Oh, but her current attire wasn’t too bad, either. Seems like they didn't favour hospital gowns around here, and had instead just wrapped the nude girl up in a few bandages to preserve her modesty, which meant right now the only thing between him and Sunset's meaty, basketball-sized teen tits was a single strip of polyurethane bandage. Two fat, fist-sized nipple bumps were also making a very good showing of themselves.

Sunset finally broke the silence: "Honestly, it’s a good thing you stuck around. I needed to thank you for earlier.”

He quickly glanced down at the wrapping on her chest and how much it wasn't covering for a brief moment. Thankfully Kenta had just had his balls drained. He couldn't help but appreciate it, though.

Kenta let out a small laugh. "Come on, it's not like I couldn't, after seeing all that... Sue me for being concerned. You did a great job out there, I was shocked as hell that it was you."

He found a seat next to her bed and slumped into it with a sigh, before looking back at her. "You uh... you are okay, right?"

"Obviously. It’ll take more than some dumbass bug to get the best of me," Sunset said, thumping her sternum proudly. An action she immediately regretted when it loosened the bandage, dropping both her bare tits out suddenly and unceremoniously with two resounding slaps. The flame-haired girl immediately turned bright red and wrapped her arms around herself, turning her body away from him.

"Eeep!" she gasped, quickly working on stuffing herself back in. It was adorable that she thought a tiny strip of cloth like that worked for clothing, but she still panicked the moment it came off. Seems like even her exhibitionism had limits.

But Kenta got his look, perking up a little bit upon seeing Sunset's glorious, uncovered chest. He'd gotten himself a brief glimpse of two plump pink nipples though, like a big pair of spigots on two giant milk canisters. Lucky him.

And she seemed to appreciate that, grinning slyly at him even as she fixed her top, recovering very fast. "Enjoying the view, perv?"

Yeah. Yeah he was. He shot the fiery girl an eye roll.

Once she was settled back into her top, Sunset sighed. "But yeah, seriously, I'm fine. I just wish I'd been able to stop it on my own... I mean, thanks for the help and all, but..."

She shrugged. "Well, you don't wanna hear me complaining. I'm just glad someone was able to save the day." The tone of self-flagellation couldn’t be more obvious if she tried.

It grated on Kenta. What she did was heroic. Here she was, battered and bruised for standing up for people, and she was concerned that she didn't do enough?

... Maybe it bothered him because he saw a bit of himself in this reckless young girl.

"You shouldn't beat yourself up for that. A kid like you shouldn't be putting yourself in danger like this, but you did. Thank you. You went above and beyond and my students are alive right now because you did." He gave her a warm smile. "I'm sure if they knew, they'd be here thanking you, too."

Sunset might have actually looked more embarrassed at the praise than having her tits seen. She averted her eyes and muttered a few quiet words of protest, but otherwise she let his words roll right over the top of any response she'd like to make.

Secretly, it made her very happy. On some level she'd known she was the only reason Kenta's class hadn't been vaporized in their entirety earlier, but hearing him say it made it sound so much more real to her.

"Well anyway!" she said, suddenly. "You did a lot too! So... So thanks!"

More laughter followed from Kenta, and Sunset couldn’t help but join in. “I see we’re both bad at taking compliments,” he said, and she nodded cheerfully.

Sunset eased back onto her pillow, closing her eyes. "Why not take Swan’s offer? Then they can thank both of us.”

Kenta crossed his arms and sighed. "As far as Swan's offer goes... Guess it's not like I have much of a choice. The way she said it, no one else can use that robot now."

He thought back on piloting Rakuraizer for the first time. It was definitely one hell of a rush, even if he didn't really understand what was going on in the moment. How in the world was he able to just control it without any kind of training at all? It was like the robot understood what he wanted to do, and it just worked out. No. It was more than that. It felt like maybe he was someone else in it. Or, not someone else, just that maybe he was himself but... more. It was a strange sensation, and now that he was considering it, maybe a little frightening.

No one needed to know all that, though. He'd figure that out later.

Kenta looked up to realizing Sunset was sniffing the air. Oh right. He froze like a deer in headlights as he realized he still smelled of fresh wet cunt, he’d totally forgotten.

... Swan was being noticeably quiet, too. Chewing her fingernails whenever she looked his way. Fuck.

But just as Sunset began to ask if either of them could smell anything funny, Swan quickly pushed past it. "A - Anyway! Ahem. Was there anything else you’d like to ask Sunset before we let her get some rest, Mr. Tadashii?”

Phew. Nice save, although it still caused him to sit up in his seat with beads of sweat on his forehead, trying to hide any potential stains on his front. Hopefully he could get out of here before Sunset got wise to anything.

Right, the conversation. Questions for Sunset? Surely there was something. Kenta tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm... How long have you been fighting those things exactly? You seem like you know what you’re doing alright.”

Swan smiled proudly, as if it were a compliment to their whole operation. “Actually, our brave young pilot hasn't been in service for very long... but she's already exceeded expectations enormously! <Good job, Sunset!>"

"Right. Swan picked me up last month, so... one, two, three... three weeks! But I was doing VR training for about six months before that."

Sunset winked. "So, you know. Basically a pro."

"If I may say so, we think she'd benefit greatly from having someone there to support her. After all, we couldn't ask a civilian to perform in a military capacity like she does so suddenly... but there's lots of jobs your Rakuraizer could handle on the field to help Sunset's operations proceed smoothly without your direct involvement in combat. Covering her rear - " (Sunset sniggered, which put a smile on Kenta’s face - it was kinda refreshing how comfortable she seemed, despite being functionally naked in front of him) " - Reconnaissance, reloading her weapons... and the like."

"That's the task we'd be requesting of you, Kenta." Swan bowed formally: "Thank you!"

"Reconnaissance, huh...?" Having someone put themselves in danger right in front of him didn't sit right with Kenta at all. It kind of felt wrong. She's the one with her whole life ahead of her, afterall.

But it wasn’t like Kenta could protest. He was the newbie around here. Hell, he just fell into this whole role today. Who was he to try to upset the natural order of a whole (apparently governmental) organization after only being inside the building for such a short amount of time?

The image of Sunset's robot being torn apart by the giant mantis replayed in his mind.

"...I don't like the idea of her getting hurt again."

It was a bit hypocritical of him to be speaking up like this after he just praised her on standing up for others. Maybe it was some dumb monkey brain male instinct thing of not wanting to see a girl get hurt. Even if this particular girl was entirely capable.

"I'll do what I can without getting involved, sure. But I'm gonna jump in if I see something go wrong."

Swan clapped her hands. "How brave! You remind me of my old coworkers... They were overflowing with banzai spirit too!"

She tilted her head towards Sunset. "It’s sexy, isn’t it?”

Sunset smirked. "Yeah, maybe."

---

About this time, Roll wandered into the room, changed back to her little red dress. She asked if Kenta had agreed to help out and Swan filled her in on what she'd missed. Roll gave Kenta a lewd look when nobody was looking, miming some sexual act or another with her hands, then immediately whistling with her hands behind her back when Swan looked over in her direction. She was going to be trouble, he could tell.

It almost made him croak on the spot. Swan and Sunset doubleteam-teasing Kenta was already bad enough, now this brat was trying to get his dick hard too. It was such a whiplash seeing someone that cute with that look on her face, and it made all the memories of what they’d done earlier come flooding back.

Why the fuck had he fucked her on the base? He overheated just remembering it.

The worst part is that he didn't have it in him to actually regret it. He didn't know if it was possible for a man to have a 24/7 boner, but these girls were definitely going to make him find out. Maybe Celestia would be proud.

After that, things went pretty fast. The four of them got comfortable around the infirmary, and Sunset ate a packed dinner while Swan and Roll explained Kenta's new duties to him in full. They'd be keeping Rakuraizer here at the base, but he was welcome to come out whenever he wanted. They didn't want him quitting his job as a teacher and insisted as such, but unfortunately that meant he'd be pulling double-time for a bit.

The schedule sounded hellish: a whole day working at the Academy, then another equivalent shift in the VR training room here at the MG Headquarters, but Swan insisted it would only be for a month or so after which he'd be fully trained.

Roll also had a gift for him: an M-Watch, a device that could be used to communicate remotely with other members of their staff. Supposedly it could eventually be configured to allow him to call Rakuraizer to his current location in an emergency, but it was going to take some time for them to program that in, since they weren't familiar with the new robot's schematics. That meant he'd have to report here first before any sorties for the time being.

It felt weird to him how 'official' everything suddenly was. Swan and Roll were suddenly laying out his schedule and his duties like he was a new employee, and he basically had no say in any of it. They just expected him to follow orders... well, that was kind of part of the deal when they were the experts who had the future of humanity in their hands, right?

Still, two new jobs in two days. At this rate, he’d be running Tokyo single-handedly by the end of the year. And it wasn’t like he actually minded: his two jobs made him feel like he was doing actual good; protecting the future of the country in two separate, but equally important ways. Plus, the VR training sounded pretty cool.

Even the M-Watch, which he turned over and inspected amusedly before putting on, made him feel more important. Like he was part of something out of the ordinary. It was nice, even though its inclusion on his wrist was a bit awkward. He fiddled with it off and on through the rest of his time at the MG base and tried to get used to the weight and feeling of it.

After a bit longer to sit and pleasantly listen to the three girls talk about whatever came up, Kenta figured it was probably a good idea to get home and get some rest himself. If his schedule was going to be full for the foreseeable future, he'd definitely need some sleep.

Giving Sunset a goodbye wave and one more prolonged look to burn the sight into his memory, he followed Director Swan and Roll out of the infirmary and on his way back to his apartment. Back to what counted as 'normal'.

A technician took Kenta as far as the surface, whereupon he transferred to a train heading back home.

The entire trip was just one big shellshock, the stunned man sitting silently on the train as he stared off into space. He barely even noticed the dull ache continuing on in his balls.

Dinner, shower, sleep. It all went by in a flurry, he was just so distracted. Kenta was in bed and unconscious before he knew it, sleeping the sleep of the truly exhausted.

But in truth, the strange happenings were only just beginning.

---

The next morning, he swiftly woke up, showered, got dressed and prepared to take the train in to work. Whatever insane things had happened yesterday, he still had an obligation to his students, one he was going to fulfil right here and now.

And then he saw someone waiting for him at the school gates, and all that previous rebuilt tempo came crashing down.

“No way...”

Up until that moment, Kenta had been borderline exhausted. The entirety of breakfast and the ride into town had passed by in a dull flash of ‘I’d rather be in bed right now.’ And perhaps rightly so.

But the colour that had been drained from his life suddenly all came pouring back in when he saw that girl at the school’s front gates, her hand raised to turn the handle and let herself in.

She wore the school's standard uniform, like every other student attending here: black choker, sheer, midriff-baring top with no bra straps visible, a miniskirt that managed as a belt and not much else, the straps of her high-leg thong rising all the way up to her waist... thigh-high stockings and heels, all the usual stuff he'd been (slowly) getting used to.

But the girl wearing it was another matter altogether. When she’d been here two days ago, she'd been in casual clothes. She'd told him she wasn't a student.

... So why was Sunset Shimmer about to enter the school dressed as a student?!

She smiled his way. "Oh hey, old man. Think your class has got room for one more?"

She glanced both ways, then gripped her skirt's hem in both hands and lifted it suddenly, flashing her crotch in that little red thong with the pink heart on the pussy, all with the most wicked little grin. "I'll make it worth your whileeee~"

... The only explanation, to Kenta’s mind, was that he’d finally cracked. The events of yesterday had been too much for him, and he’d gone stark-raving mad. Now he could collapse and start gibbering, because this was definitely all some insane fever dream.

Except when she reached out to take his hand, tugging him through the gate and towards the school building, she felt very, very warm. "Come on!"

How was she here? "H-how are you here?!"

Why was she here? "Why are you here?!"

Kenta tried to stammer any kind of meager objection as he was basically dragged up to the school, his vision full of a flowing hair of fire and a small fluttering black cloth failing to cover a plump, perfect behind.

And her hands were so soft. That’s right, for all of Sunset's bravado and combat ability, she was still a girl.

Kenta felt his cheeks betraying him with a small blush of embarrassment that he tried to force back down via frown. What was going on? How could she just show up and say she was a student now? And do that of all things! Was he supposed to take it as a harmless tease, or...

“And shouldn’t I be the one leading you around? Have you really never been here before?”

And Sunset just laughed. “What, you can’t take one more girl in your class? I’ll be good~”

... making it abundantly clear any further efforts to get the truth out of her would probably just result in more teasing.

Kenta let out a small sigh of resignation. Maybe she really was here for some unforeseen reason, or maybe she just wanted to mess with him. He was sure he’d figure it out sooner or later... The main problem right now was just that, despite it all, Kenta was actually kind of enjoying it.

He knew for a fact his life was about to become a lot more uncertain. He knew Sunset’s appearance was just one drop in the pool of randomness his life was about to become.

But none of that mattered. He’d just handle it all as it came to him. He still had students, he still had classes to teach. He’d do the right thing by them, then handle the new as it came, one step at a time. His father had always told him to be ready for anything... so that was exactly what he intended to do, no matter how crazy things got.

Sunset looked back, realizing Kenta had stopped. He was looking up at the sky.

“Kenta?”

“Yeah?”

“Whatcha doin’? Aren’t we gonna be late for my first class?” She gave him a little tug as if trying to jumpstart him again.

“Sunset?”

“Mmm?”

“Starting today, let’s protect this city. Let’s stop the invasion, you and me.”

She grinned, and for a second the brightness of the world seemed to get even brighter. “Sounds good to me, old man.”

End of episode 1

Episode 2: Sunset's First Day

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Kenta and Sunset had barely made it over the school building's threshold, laughing and chatting amicably together, when a sudden outburst from Principal Celestia put paid to that. He saw her at the end of the hall with two women he didn't recognize.

The first of the pair was an extremely leggy blonde Russian, exactly the sort of feminine ideal one might imagine as a catsuit-wearing femme fatale in a Hollywood spy movie. A ridiculous amount of dazzlingly-blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing eyes that always looked slitted and sleepy regardless of her expression, a small perky nose and some of the largest, plumpest lips he'd ever seen, absolutely dripping with blood-red lipstick.

Her bust was big, her ass was fat, and her waist was nearly invisible sandwiched between the two. She was dressed somewhat professionally, in tight shorts, a blouse, tie and blazer, but her whole body was rendered statuesque by the enormously-heeled shoes on her feet, framing her butt, tightening her leg muscles.

Strangely, the woman beside her could have been her sister in terms of appearance, but instead of being similarly dressed she'd fit her colossal, bouncy rack and full-figured hips into one of the school's uniforms. It was enough to make him wonder if there was some joke going on.

Celestia inclined him over, and Sunset took the opportunity to squeeze his hand before running off to class. "Ah, Kenta, how nice to see you. I'm glad to see you survived last night's frivolities intact."

Kenta chuckled nervously a bit at the mention of yesterday and all of the sudden secrecy it entailed. He scratched the back of his head to play it off. "Haha, I'm not sure I'd call it uh... 'frivolities but..."

She smiled. "I'd like to introduce you to Miss Clarissa, from Russia. She'll be our new science teacher, as well as lending you a hand to alleviate your load where you see it necessary. And this is her daughter, Mika - "

"Hiiii~!" giggled Mika perkily, bouncing on her heels. A lot of bouncing on her heels.

" - She'll be joining your class starting today. As well as another student, who I see you've already met."

Clarissa fawned over him, taking his hand in hers and giving it another squeeze. "A pleasure to meet you, Mister Tadashii. I look forward to working alongside you."

He accepted Miss Clarissa's handshake, returning it in a warm manner alongside a small bow. "Same to you, ma'am. Great to have you around."

It dawned on Kenta that something was off about Mika's uniform, and when he finally figured it out, he felt silly for not noticing it sooner. She was wearing her Student ID around her neck on a lanyard.

When she saw him staring, Mika giggled and held it up. "Oh, this? It's because people keep thinking my mom and I are sisters... See?"

She plucked it right off where it had been laying on top of her creamy, pale, bra-bursting breasts and held it up, shoving it in his face against a backdrop of those massive melons. Tearing his eyes from her chest and focusing on it, he saw Mika's pink-painted fingernail was eagerly tapping the "Age" column proudly. She tapped it a few more times, as if bragging, which made the impressive backdrop swells start wobbling again. "So no asking if I'm her age, okay? I won't allow it!"

"I - it's okay, I wasn't going to ask!" Kenta tried to defend himself before giving a bit of a smile, listening to the mother and daughter have a little bit of a teasing spat.

Clarissa rose up behind her daughter, bopping her on the back of her head and making Mika crouch down, whining and putting her hands on top of her head. "And just what's wrong with being my aaaaaaggggggeeeee!"

"Mooom! Don't embarrass me!"

"Hey, hey, let's not get physical here." Kenta jokingly said, already fantasizing about that very thing. "We gotta get you to class in one piece after all!"

Kenta placed his hand on top of Mika to rub away the familial assault. "I'm sure Miss Clarissa knows what's best."

In more ways than one. Clarissa's exaggerated figure was like looking at an extremely lewd doll. His vision traced downward over her generous curves, trying his best not to undress her in his mind before moving over to the girl beside her and working his way up. Mika was definitely more of a full figure. He paused for a moment and then realized where she was wearing her student badge: lovingly framed right over her cleavage as if to make sure just how young the owner of those massive melons were. It was one hell of a tease.

They did look like sisters.

If Mika really was student-aged, then old was Clarissa? She looked impossibly young for having such a developed daughter, when she have her? The gears turning in Kenta's head seemed to shake off a bit of rust.

Wow, okay... He looked over at Clarissa in a new light, not particularly registering that his hand was still on her daughter's head. While she was squatting down.

Squatting, yeah. Heels planted firmly on the floor with two solid clicks, back arched, breasts thrust forward with enough intensity to make the single, solitary button holding her in vibrate in its buttonhole.

Unconsciously, the horny bitch's massive thighs fanned apart further and further, until she was spread completely, thigh muscles tugging pleasurably on the lips of her pussy. It peeled open, dripping freely now her skimpy black thong was being sucked inside.

Mika had a joyful expression on her face already from Kenta’s headpats, pushing his fingers through her honeyed curls, but her mouth turned into a little triangle of pure joy when she saw that manly cock-bulge directly in front of her face. If your average guy got hypnotized looking at big titties, then she was definitely from the same stock: her happiness visibly grew as she brought her nose closer and closer to the swell of his manhood.

"Unyaaa..." Breasts enveloped his thighs, bulging around and between them, and against each other. The small-sized uniform’s button's straining doubled, her tiny top looking ready to burst at any moment.

And he couldn't even do anything about it, because Celestia and Clarissa were demanding his attention, ensuring his got the blonde's phone number so as to communicate easily during work hours. His address book was starting to look like a supermodel registry.

Kenta almost missed Celestia and Clarissa's words, their voices seeming like muffled whispers compared to where his attention was currently focused. He had hoped to be friendly, but Mika's reaction was out of this world; like she was instinctually bred to please.

Fantasies filled his daydreaming mind of casually talking to Miss Clarissa while clogging her daughter's throat with cock.

Probably for the sake of his reputation and social decency, Kenta removed his hand and attempted to give Celestia and Clarissa an apologetic glance. "H - haha. Um, sorry," he said out of habit.

After a quick touch and tap on his phone, his new co-worker was now in his contacts. He assured Clarissa that he'd be willing to do whatever he could to help out, smiling and trying to seem competent was kind of his thing at this point. He figured Celestia would already be scheming.

As much as he wanted to stand in the hallway of a public place and do lewd things to a schoolgirl he’d just met, it was probably for the best to actually get his class started. Saying goodbye to Celestia and Clarissa, he turned to get the day started, offering to show Mika to the room.

"Yes sir~" she purred, swaying her hips as if trying to work out some pent-up tension right there. Her skirt fluttered around her thighs like crazy. Then she obediently followed him, even as Celestia and Clarissa started making plans for the rest of the day. He thought he heard something about 'vodka shots.'

Now all 25 desks in his class were full. The room was bursting with girls.

If he added any more at this point, it might start getting cramped. Someone would have to sit on his desk, or in another girl's lap. And wouldn't that be awful.

He was just about to start taking roll call again when he noticed a little booklet and baggie had been left on his desk, something about chip implants. He picked up the book and leafed through it briefly:

"This User's Manual for your new BIMBO chip (Body-Integrated Metabolizer and Bio-Outputter) gives you everything you need to know about injection and monitoring. Benefits include:

Tracking current location on integrated device map
Tracking hormone levels, arousal levels, body sweat levels, bladder fullness, and plenty of other metrics. Plotted metric scales and projections allow study of teen figure growth into adulthood. Track these values on the enclosed devices
Preventing unwanted STDs
Preventing unwanted pregnancies
Allowing wanted pregnancies, with permission of a guardian/parent
Fun tattoo on skin tracking implant's current location. Move it mentally, or change the design to whatever you like!
Only known side-effect is increased tissue deposits on the chest and buttocks"

The manual showed photographs of various teen girl's bodies in the school's uniforms, highlighting a school crest tattoo on their skin. It went on to explain that newly-registered students needed to have their Medical Chips implanted through use of the enclosed device, a handheld tool with an appearance similar to a printer gun.

Kenta stared at the package on his desk blankly, reading and then re-reading the user manual to make sure he was understanding it correctly.

All these stats and readouts, though... It feels like it was specifically designed for a certain goal, and Kenta chastised himself silently for getting a bit of a thrill imagining those goals.
One of the stats was monitoring bladder fullness. Whoever did think of this quite definitely had quite a perverted mind and probably loved messing with people, lots of clubbing and pastel rainbow hair. You know, no one in particular. Maybe Kenta was just as bad because the more he thought about it, the hotter he got.

For some reason this had Celestia written all over it, but did she even have the access to tech to make it?

Wait. Swan said something about how the candidates for being able to pilot a robot were being held here at Bakunyuu. Did Swan and Celestia have something going on? Kenta fiddled with the insertion tool while speculating, poking and prodding at the device until he had a good feel for how it worked. The manual made it look very simple.

Now that he looked at it, all the girls in the class had one already, or at least seemed to. Their uniforms might be small, but he couldn't see EVERY single inch of their buxom bodies (yet). Still, he did see them. The Japanese symbol for "meat" on Mai Shiranui's right breast, a cute school crest stretching across Tifa's lower back that was only visible when she bent over, a Libra symbol on Terezi's ankle. He even saw one of them change before his eyes, morphing from one shape to another as the girl concentrated on it.

It was hard to believe some of these girls were really putting those tattoos there themselves. Mai was displaying that of her own volition.

The only girls who didn't have them yet were, naturally, Sunset and Mika. Looks like he'd be taking care of this first.

Well, where to begin?

Turning the device on its side, he noticed a slot with a little chip in it. Didn't his M-Watch have the same slot? He wondered if he could just...

With a click, he popped the chip free and into the (frankly a little gaudy) watch that Swan gave him, poking a few buttons. Sure enough, all of the metrics the manual spoke of popped right up on the screen on his wrist. As a test, he pointed it secretly at one of his students by random. Let's try Starlight Glimmer.

Just like he figured, there it was. Looks like her heart rate and arousal levels were kind of high. Glancing at her, it seemed like she was talking to Trixie. With a bit of a chuckle, Kenta figured that maybe they had a thing for each other, since in the few days he's been in class, they've been pretty much inseparable. Oh. And her bladder was pretty full. Thanks, watch, nice to know. Nice to just... have to think about that when having to interact with her. It's fine.

Giving his class one more glance over, he saw Rose. At least she was here. He was going to have to get in touch with her to ask how she was doing and figure out how much she saw. Maybe he could do that right after he’d given Sunset and Mika their BIMBO chips.

Huh. He just said that casually, didn't he? Kenta surpressed his desires and got on with his duties.

Mika and Sunset hopped up from their chairs as per his instructions, coming up towards the front of the class. They got distracted halfway as their eyes met, and spent a good long moment just checking each other out, eyes roving openly. Mika giggled and spanked Sunset on the butt, which drew appreciative laughter from the other girl and a hip-check booty-bump in response. They kept messing around all the way up to his desk, where they both leaned on it and looked down at him.

Kenta ogled the two blatant sluts as they flirted with each other on their way up to his desk, which naturally prompted teasing: "Ooooh. He looks serious," teased Sunset. Mika just nodded, batting her eyelashes. "Teacher's injection..."

They exchanged one last glance, then both got into position, and seemed to unanimously decide his table was the best place to prostrate themselves. It clattered noisily as it took the full weight of two curvy, stacked sluts putting their knees on it, helping each other up.

"Fwaaaaa..." groaned Mika as she stretched out, spreading her legs, letting her skirt ride up her hips. She lay on her back with her heels planted firmly on the desk, giving him unimpeded line of sight to her thong. She trailed her finger around, wondering where to get her new tattoo on her body, before finally forming a love heart with her hands directly over her womb, right on her belly. "Here please!"

Sunset got on all fours, wiggling her butt in the air as if wanting the tattoo on her rear end.

They were really just... going to do this, weren't they? He bit his tongue and surveyed their jiggling expanses, trying his absolute best to keep his composure upon seeing them basically thrusting their technically-clothed pussies into his face on his desk like his dick was an oasis and they've been dying of thirst for years.

Mika first. Kenta placed his hand on her inner thigh and slowly moved it upwards, thumb brushing over her mound just slightly. Without removing his fingers, he snaked underneath her skirt, riding it up farther to get it out of the way and pressing his hand down firmly on the side of her womb before pushing the cold, metallic device to her bare, milky skin and pulling the trigger, causing a little muffled 'click'

But right as he finished and was turning to Sunset, Mika suddenly stretched, nearly knocking the other girl off the table completely. Sunset sought refuge by slinking off towards Kenta, swinging a long leg and heel around inches from his nose... before sliding off the table and into his lap, steadying herself with a hand on his shoulder.

She was taking her teasing to an extreme level.

She smiled as she knelt over him, lowering herself onto his crotch with a knee on either side of him. She grasped the neckline of her top and tugged it down, far enough to brazenly flash a coal-black pastie with a nipple piercing right through her big, fleshy breast. She indicated the spot right above that plump protrusion, as her matching-coloured lips quirked a smile. "Here, please."

His bulging cock dug into the slut's utter insult to the concept of underwear, making an indent right in the middle of the pink heart drawn on the crotch, causing her mound to puff and squish up a bit. He couldn't help but tighten his muscles and gave her a small little grind. The little tramp was really getting into his head.

But when he rubbed his member on the entrance to Sunset's womanhood, she just about face-faulted. Her head fell forwards and her shoulders slumped, shaking as she tried to hide her expression from him. The hand on his shoulder quickly looped around the back of his neck, fingernails raking over his screen as she trembled.

"A - Aaaah..."

He kept squishing her mound nicely, flattening those puffed-up, inviting labia against her body. She couldn't take it and sounds of happiness leaked out of her a little bit more. The girls in the front row, especially Adagio and Mai, were beginning to look kinda ticked off.

They were jealous the new girl was getting such good treatment when he hadn't even slapped their asses yet.

That's when an idea popped into Kenta's mind. She wanted to tease him? He'd tease back. Just a bit.

Kenta hooked his middle finger into the nipple ring that Sunset was so graciously showing him. Giving her a little bit of a smirk, he tugged, pulling her overflowing tit closer to him. Just to hold it in place, you see.

And that sealed the deal for Sunset, the beauty arching her back, letting out a brief squeak in response to her sensitive tit being toyed with. Her bluff had been called, she’d lost control of the situation... and now she was cumming. She gave him a wobbly grin as she clung to him, pussy spasming and soaking his crotch.

It wasn’t the reaction Kenta had been expecting. Unable to grope her right here in front of everyone, all he could do was awkwardly watch as Sunset’s twitching, bucking body rode out her orgasm under the stares of his other students. Did they look mad?

Well, a quick glance at his new M-Watch was all he needed to confirm that. Those girls were seething with jealousy.

Stunned, he didn't know what to do with this kind of information. Maybe what he did with Sunset was a bit too far.

But in the back of his mind, Kenta thought that Sunset was so cute when she was cumming her brains out.

Not being particularly gentle about it, Kenta pushed the device into her breast causing it to squish in a very appealing way before pulling the trigger. Click.

A few seconds passed before she finally restored her composure. His lap was a total mess from where she'd humped herself against him. "Nnnrrgghh..."

Her breast looked nice lifted from her body like that. It was so squishy and soft it easily went from a plump bulwark on her chest to the banana shape he tugged it into. When he finally let go, it wobbled nicely for him as it fell back against her chest.

Mika's tattoo quickly settled into the school crest. Sunset's... did something unexpected. When the black ink rose to the surface of her skin, it instead formed a complex Japanese character for his viewing only, right before she tugged her shirt back into place and obscured it from view.

Seeing the mark that Sunset put on her breast almost slipped him by. Like Mai, she'd also gone with a Kanji symbol. But this was the one for 'healthy.' It might seem innocent under any other circumstances, but... it was read as 'Ken', the same symbol used in his name 'Kenta.' In other words, just sly enough to be passed off as a total coincidence.

Sunset, treating this as her little victory over him, slipped out of his lap, swaying her way back to her seat with a raunchy kick in her hips. Onlookers might barely even notice her trickly orgasm juices oozing down her long, strong legs.

But that smug expression of hers told him all he needed to know. She’d just branded herself and it made him want to throw caution to the wind and fuck her within an inch of her life right there on his desk.

He instead settled for sighing and slumping into his chair, looking like he just survived a marathon in dealing with these girls. His class was going to be the death of him, Kenta was absolutely sure about that.

Episode 2: Smut With Mai

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Eventually, Kenta composed himself and instructed his class, informing them that since yesterday was so harrowing, they’d be going straight to sports today. Just enough to get the blood pumping... and everyone sweating!

On the way to the gymnasium, he pulled Rose aside and checked to see she was alright.

... And instead of answering, Rose looked around, made sure nobody was looking or listening, then did indeed carefully slip him her number. She looked serious as she did it... as if wondering if he’d try to threaten her or silence her.

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Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Rose Lalonde

<Kenta> Sorry for the suddenness!
<Kenta> You're not in trouble at all or anything I just wanted to talk to you privately and see if you were okay.
<Kenta> Er... and also to ask what you remember from yesterday. If it's okay.

<Rose> Alright, mister.
<Rose> Normally I'm not one to jump to conclusions, but I saw some weird shit yesterday.
<Rose> I can talk.
<Rose> But can you?

<Kenta> Uhhh...

<Rose> Okay, deep breaths. Get through this.
<Rose> You're with the government, right? I know they've been watching this school for a while.

<Kenta> No... uh... I mean I wasn't. I'm not!
<Kenta> God this is all so complicated.
<Kenta> I came to the academy because Headmistress Celestia hired me on. Honest.
<Kenta> After all the attacks I felt I needed to do something to help.
<Kenta> So I applied to a bunch of schools, including this one.
<Kenta> Celestia called me for a phone interview and hired me on the spot so...
<Kenta> Everything yesterday was just a huge surprise to me and afterwards. Uh. Stuff happened.
<Kenta> That was a lot of words to say "I don't know."

<Rose> Yeah, I can see that. Not exactly concise, are you?
<Rose> You should work on that. Who knows when someone else is gonna see something they shouldn't?
<Rose> Anyway... In that case, I'm grateful.
<Rose> You saved us. And you saved me.
<Rose> So... thanks.

<Kenta> Don't mention it.
<Kenta> I don't like lying. I don't like secrecy.
<Kenta> There is a lot about this school that's kinda... weird. Dunno what your guy's other teachers have been like but...
<Kenta> At the end of the day, I promised to be there and that's what I'm going to do. You're all good kids.
<Kenta> The best thanks is seeing everyone's smiles at the end of the day.

<Rose> Don't get used to it.
<Rose> I'm not the touchy-feely type.
<Rose> But hey, turns out nearly getting split in half on jagged rocks is a pretty decent icebreaker.

<Kenta> The way things have been going that's kind of a relief.
<Kenta> You seem calm. You know. Comparatively.
<Kenta> I’m just glad you’re not hurt.

<Rose> Well, I wouldn’t mind submitting myself for a full-body physical.
<Rose> You'll do the honours, right?

<Kenta> If it's for a student's health then I'll do my best.
<Kenta> Wait...

<Rose> Huh, Terezi was right for once.
<Rose> You are fun to tease.

<Kenta> God don't remind me...

<Rose> Oh yeah. Me, Terezi, Kanaya and Jade are like this.
<Rose> The four of us share everything.
<Rose> Oh, but don't worry. I didn't tell them it was you in that robot.
<Rose> I was going to if you turned out to be a jackass, but it looks like we're cool.
<Rose> Just keep keeping the school safe, and I'll submit to all the physicals you could ever want.

<Rose> Come to think of it, I wonder if my chest got a little scuffed up...
<Rose> Does it look okay to you, teach?

<Kenta> I dunno, I might need to get a closer look.

<Rose> Planning on feeling up two of your students in one day? Enterprising.

<Kenta> Let's just say that fighting a giant bug was probably the easiest thing I've had to do these past few days.

<Rose> Celestia scheduled Twister for today's sports class.
<Rose> So I'd say you're in it for it all over again.

<Kenta> Gah, this place is either hell or heaven.

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Back to gym class. Back to the place where Kenta's cock felt the most painfully hard it ever had in his life. Rows and rows of girls in skintight gym shorts and breezy little tops, socks and sneakers.

Sure enough, Princess Celestia had prepared some Twister pads for today's class. Twister, the game where you rubbed your body up against everyone else all at once... over and over... until someone made a hot, sticky mess all over some hot teen girl's ass! That was right, wasn't it?

Kenta got changed too, putting on a pair of shorts a little looser than the painted-on pairs of crotch huggers everyone else here seemed to favour. He ruefully reflected on the fact he needed looseness down there as much as his students needed it up top.

He joined it with a breezy white top of his own and quickly headed out to join his class.

A problem quickly emerged when he did some basic maths: with 25 students and 7 mats, that meant 4 players to a mat... with one girl left over. Thankfully, a ‘solution’ swiftly presented itself.

"Oh, Kenta! I'm not too late, am I?"

Looking back, Kenta saw Celestia and Clarissa standing at the entrance to the gym, both of them looking a little drunker than he'd left them. More important than that, however, were the leotards the girls had on, both straining to support their breasts and bellies while completely giving up on encasing either girl's solid mass of ass. And the contrast between Celestia's wobbly tum and Clarissa's washboard abs couldn't have been more pronounced if they'd tried. Legwarmers and sneakers completed the 80's workout vid motif rather nicely.

"When we realized there were only 26 of you, of course we decided to invite ourselves... What better way to introduce our hot new teacher to her students!"

Clarissa looked rather giddy despite herself, bouncing on the spot as she imagined all the fun in store.

Kenta just stared at her. This has to be another one of her schemes, didn’t it? It might be dangerous thinking to assume every little thing she did was all part of some master plan to thrust him into sinful situations, but in the conspiracy corkboard of his mind it was all too easy to connect the dots.

He groaned and tried to focus on the work at hand, even as the Principal merrily skipped over to join a group with Adagio, Starlight and Trixie.

That left him alone with Clarissa. She swiftly called her daughter over and made her way across the room to Kenta. "You'll play with us, won't you?"

“Well, I - “

But before he could finish his thought, he was attacked from behind. After all, they needed a group of four, not three! Of course some girl was going to see her chance to barge into the scene, and that girl was Mai Shiranui. The busty ninja flicker-flashed to his side faster than the eye could follow, immediately wrapping both her arms around one of his. "And me as well! It's about time you paid me some attention too!"

His arm disappeared underneath Mai's pillowy breasts as she hung on for what seemed like dear life, the back of his hand brushing against her toned midsection. There was a hungry look in her eyes, too, so treading cautiously was going to be hard. Speaking of that, Kenta was starting to regret baggy shorts.

That’s right, he hardly had time to think about Celestia, unstoppable or not! As Mai tugged him away to the map, he could only catch one last glimpse of the tipsy milf bouncing around, before he was swiftly cornered and trapped between three very deadly predators.

Once the groups were all situated, Kenta instructed the class to get into position (and immediately regretted saying it like that). Reluctantly, Mai let go of his arm... and he spun the wheel.

"Right Foot: Red!"

Step-by-step the game progressed, all around them juicy girls contorting lissome bodies into positions designed to show off considerable flexibility. His eyes would have wandered more if he wasn't so preoccupied with the three honeys steadily wrapping around him more and more.

Thankfully he was plenty athletic too.

The first difficulties emerged very quickly into the game: Kenta found himself on all fours, face-up, engaged in a highly promiscuous position... and with his fellow teacher Clarissa at that! She’d had to swing a leg basically over his entire torso, stretching her toes so as to finally touch down on the other side. Relaxing her posture, the mature-aged babe sank down a little bit and sighed as she used his chest to support herself, sliding her crotch all the way back into his face.

Even if he tried to turn his head away, he soon found other directions closed off too... Mika's butt was right there, inches from his face, wiggling hypnotically up and down.

To the side, Mai just looked frustrated.

Maybe his next move would grant him some freedom, but it wasn't looking good. He was warming up, getting stiff: Kenta's dick was more than tenting his shorts at this point, and having the hot breath from between Clarissa's ruby red lips washing over it wasn't doing any favors. The problem was exacerbated by having his face centimeters away from her crotch. At this rate, it was only a matter of time until it ended up poking it somewhere it shouldn’t be.

The wheel spun, a new color. Kenta shifted his torso sideways as he attempted to turn, and his bulge brushed against Clarissa's face for the briefest of seconds... and it took her breath away.

The 'before' and 'after' of Clarissa's face was quite something. A dignified dilettante vanished behind his swell for a moment as he dragged his dick across her face... and when he saw her again, her eyes were crossed and her tongue was hanging out. Clear fluid dripped onto the Twister mat in a steady rhythm from between her legs.

Moments later his member came to rest against Mai's shapely thigh. She gasped and he wasn’t sure why for a moment... until he realized she could feel it twitching. He could definitely feel her body heat, so she must be getting plenty of his through that throbbing hard-on too.

Her gasp swiftly turned into a purr, however, as she pressed back at him.

The next spin forced him to slide a hand out from underneath Mika’s body. He might have made it all the way without incident, too, if not for being engulfed in the teen’s hanging chest, breasts bunching together to spill over and all around his arm. They wobbled ever so slightly as she attempted to keep herself from touching the mat.

... Kenta kind of wished he could see it. However his face was still buried elsewhere for the time being.

Thankfully, he soon got to feel it instead. Mika squeaked as her sports uniform top became untucked from her tiny shorts, leading to her braless milkers swinging freely around, clapping together around the length of his forearm. Whether conscious or not, she started rubbing them against him, releasing little mewls of happiness whenever a nipple grazed on him just right.

Mai was really getting frustrated now. This Twister game was the perfect opportunity for her to show sensei how interested in him she was, after all. If she didn’t make her move now, when would the opportunity arrive again?

So the next time her name was called for a spin, she saw her opportunity and took it. Fighting like a Shiranui was no laughing matter, and there was nothing she wanted to do more than induct this hunk into her clan in the near future.

So she struck! Mai swung herself around, gliding between Kenta’s legs, driving her foot down towards a green dot in just such a way that his and her hips scissored together suddenly! So, in addition to forcing Clarissa away, Kenta felt a nice fat cunt suddenly pressed against his stiffening bulge. There was a little wet splat as the pussy juice soaking her shorts met the semen dripping down the front of his... then the patch was spreading further, growing even wetter. Mai was rubbing herself off on him, looking very pleased with herself indeed. "Mmmh..."

Meanwhile, being bumped away, Clarissa was driven into her daughter’s side. For a moment their mouths briefly grazed together, making them both giggle and lick their lips. "Oops..." It might have been perfectly titillating... if not for all of Kenta’s attention being focused on the firebrand pressing herself directly onto his crotch as if not aware of how psychologically damaging an assault by that divinely-proportioned body could be! Mai’s curves were first-class, her entire body one big signal inviting males to come and breed her!

Kenta could only cope as well as he could, shivering faintly as his cock got stiffer and stiffer. He felt Mai moving up and down rhythmically against the solid tent in his shorts, stimulating him, teasing him, each pass digging him a little bit farther into her mound. Watching Clarissa and her daughter wasn't helping, either, basically assuring that he was rock hard and throbbing with no chance of salvation.

The next move took Kenta's foot farther away from the other, causing his back to arch a little bit more, his thighs parting and his member sliding a bit upwards. Since he was already pressing into Mai's sopping cunt, this caused his shorts to catch and drag, bunching up and letting his cock slip free of its confines and into the cool air to press against the wet fabric barely covering the girl's crotch.

Of course he chastised himself silently, but he wasn't about to lose now. He just had to hope no-one noticed as he made his next shift. But even as he’d have liked to scan his surroundings for onlookers, his face was shoved directly back into the depths of Clarissa's amazing chest, blocking his vision under cozy, soft expanses.

Clarissa thrust forward and down, until Kenta unexpected felt his head being pushed back... He might have toppled over all together if he hadn't been able to move his lower jaw out of the way at the last moment.

... By opening it and letting an avalanche of leotard-wrapped tit-flesh fall between his lips. Above him, Clarissa and Mika were still making room for both their heads in this difficult position, nuzzling into each other's necks and brushing their lips together over and over again.

"Mom, hold on... Mmmh... Mooommm..."

"Troublesome girl, just... Ooo~oooh!"

Mika started trying to topple her mom over, which involved slapping her breasts against the side of Kenta's head.

At the same time, Mai was pushing her crotch back against his... and her shorts were just as loose as his happened to be! And it wasn’t like she was doing it on accident either, she had an intent look in her eyes as she wiggled teasingly against him, knowing exactly what she was doing. It was like the intense atmosphere of being surrounded by thirsty bitches was driving her to act even more aggressive than she normally would as the Shiranui successor: the next time they wiggled around together and repositioned, the bare, rock-hard cock flopping around between them suddenly slipped up the leg of her shorts, nosing up against the bare honeyed folds of a teen slut. Mai cooed and gave him a few venomous nips with her little pussy, bathing the head in warm, creamy girl-gel.

And then with the tiniest slurp, his member slid inside of her.

Kenta let out a "Mmmf," into Clarissa's breast as he attempted to hold it together. Each little kiss from Mai's hungry pussy forced a bit of precum out of him and into her, mingling with the juices rapidly pouring from between her legs. Both currents intermingled to run freely down their thighs, rapidly forming a sticky puddle beneath their contorted bodies.

“Haaah... Fuck...”

Mai agreed, her heavy breathing interspersed with whimpers and happy gasps. “Fuck... yes... Diiiick...”

The next move proved to be the last. As Kenta was trying to reposition a leg, he slipped on the puddle beneath him and caused his wobbly leg to be kicked out. Out of reflex, he clenched his jaw and bit down on Clarissa's puffed-out nipple as he fell back.

At the same time, Mika’s bumping on Clarissa had finally paid off: one last impact, along with a gasp and arched back from Clarissa, and mommy went down.

And as toppled, she took Mai with her. Mai, currently positioned directly over Kenta's cock. Both girls went down hard and fast. Uh oh~

As Mai collapsed, she felt her shivering pelvis slammed against Kenta’s. The stud’s throbbing cock, completely slathered in Mai's basting, glided into the slut's tight, pleading teen cunt. Kenta might have made a noise, but it was completely muffled, vibrating into Clarissa's now squished chest. The sensation overload - the feeling of being buried deep in the squishy, dripping, trembling cunt of one of his students - turned out to be too damn much for him. He feverishly bucked his hips, orgasmic pleasure coming down on the last of his rational thoughts like a hammer.

All three girls cried out: Clarissa in alarm, Mika in joy at her victory... and Mai in a blissful, toe-curling orgasm. Thankfully for Kenta, she was mostly drowned out by the others, so to everyone else in the room it just seemed like some playful roughhousing.

Yeah, he just had to hope... hope that nobody would be able to tell that under Clarissa and Mika's bodies, he was buried balls-deep in Mai. That he was throbbing away inside her sweet little pussy. There were basically no hints as to what was going on, so he might just be in the clear... if you didn’t count the expression on her face, anyway! The expression of a bitch getting the filling she’d sorely been craving, gasping like a fish, wide-eyed and panting. "Ooouuuhhh..."

It looked like the feeling of a cock pushing inside of her had proven to just be way too good for her. Better than her wildest fantasies. Now she was paying the price.

Still giggling, Mika tried to get up off the others, jostling everyone else around. She and Clarissa started kicking around and shifting, which just rubbed Mai's insides on Kenta’s cock all the more, stimulating him again and again and again. The schoolgirl's tight pussy sucked hard too, tightening around him in response to every throb. It was just begging for a hot, sticky creampie.
It would probably take a supreme effort of will to not creampie her right now, and even then it was 50-50.

But that was a bet Kenta definitely could not take any longer. The feeling of Mai's orgasm washing over his dick was torture enough, but what happened next broke the dam. Mai suddenly tried to turn over, planting her hands on the mat to try to get her body back under control. When she swiveled her airtight pussy around, it made the feeling of fucking her even more amazing for the poor, overworked teacher.

Kenta took a deep breath through his teeth. His swollen cock bucked, expanding against the teenager's clasping walls and shooting blast after blast of thick, fire-hot cum into her. It painted her insides white... and Mai’s tightness clamping down on him ensured it could only go deeper. It was only after some ten long, heavy gushes that she stopped vacuum-sealing his cock so hard, slurping off enough to let rolling ropes of semen begin to leak out, dripping down her thighs, covering his balls and the space below.

And Kenta couldn’t even get away or pull out. Clarissa was still clinging to him, so all he could do was just sit there, feeling the ringing in his ears and Mai's pussy twitching and contracting around him.

Words just weren't going to happen. All he could do was hope nobody noticed he’d barely gone half the class before creampieing one of his students in the middle of a crowded room, in broad daylight.

Clarissa and Mika finally got up, followed by Mai. The buxom teen was quick to clap a hand over her crotch, keeping his seed inside. And while Kenta might not be sure that was such a good idea, he was much too busy stuffing himself back inside his shorts to comment.

She stood up with a panicked expression, then immediately lurched towards the bathroom. Her quick-walking was a little off to say the least, stumbling, clutching her groin, trying to stop the copious flows of semen currently obviously dripping down her thighs.

Slam! She closed the door to the bathroom.

Kenta felt a little worried. He’d now felt the insides of two of his students somehow, failing as an educator twice over. Well, at least he hadn’t literally filled Terezi up. He had to take what comfort he could get here!

Kenta was able to get himself decent just as Clarissa and Mika turned back to face him, and neither of them seemed to notice the dripping mess they'd made of the Twister mat. In these circumstances, his luck continued to be exceptional.

When Mai eventually came back, she stared at him pointedly for the rest of the class. She chewed her lip and looked generally anxious. It was hard to tell what was going through her head.

From there, the seven games of Twister wrapped up, with four winners being chosen from amongst those who'd performed the best. Celestia, Fluttershy, Jade and Pacifica squared off for the final round, although it was a short match. Celestia seemed to forget she was an educator, desperately wanting to win against a bunch of teenagers, and started throwing her weight around, but it only saw her toppling and taking Fluttershy with her. After a few tense back and forths between Pacifica and Jade, the blonde finally started to show some weakness, getting tangled in her own ridiculously long head of hair. Jade was left crouched over the mat alone, blinking in confusion, unable to believe she'd just taken the win by hardly doing anything.

But it didn’t stop her or Rose from cheering themselves sick about it, of course! And in the background, Mai was busy scribbling down her phone number on a piece of paper and thrusting it into Kenta's pocket.

He’d have checked it out there, but first he had to congratulate Jade on her win. Stumbling over, hiding the stains on his shorts as best he could, he smiled for her and gave her a slap on the back. Then Kenta figured that it was probably time to end this part of class (and the quicker they got to the showers, the sooner he could change his pants), so he thanked everyone for a job well done and directed them off to the locker room.

Then, he shoved his hand in his shorts pocket and fished out the note, immediately realizing it was Mai’s phone number. That was good... It would let him apologize.

He wondered if Celestia had noticed. Or Clarissa and Mika, for that matter.

Well, thankfully he had plenty of time to see Clarissa and Mika's reactions when they suggested they accompany him for his usual shower in the girl's locker room.

‘Usual shower in the girl’s locker room.’ He was still getting used to that. Was Celestia expecting him to do this every day?

Either way, he soon found himself sandwiched between the plus-sized bimbos as they scrubbed their amazing bodies clean under the hot spray. He was still in a total daze from cumming inside Mai, or he might have been able to appreciate it more.

What was next... Oh! Celestia had told him to take some of the girls home with him tonight, on account of the student housing being destroyed during the battle. She'd assigned him care of Bache, Fluttershy and Tifa... but he also was supposed to go to VR training with Sunset Shimmer tonight! His days sure were getting full.

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Once he was outside, he gave Tifa a copy of the key to his home and instructed the girls to let themselves in and that he'd be with them later. Looking around for Shimmy, he soon found the bacon-haired babe in the school's courtyard under a tree, checking her phone. She looked up and waved when she saw him.

"Ready to start your VR training tonight, recruit?" she asked in a sweet voice.

With a bit of a sigh and a chuckle, he looked over at Sunset with a drained face and a forced smile, still not entirely used to the wild rollercoaster that was his new life yet. "After today? Yeah, lemme punch things. I know punching."

Well, he didn’t mind admitting that he was looking forward to the VR training. It sounded like it would be fun. But he still couldn't help but feel exhausted.

Everything that happened today, from moment one, starting with Mika squatting in front of him. And then her and Sunset getting chips implanted. And then getting teased by Rose of all people. And then giving a student a creampie in the middle of class.

...and he still had Bache, Fluttershy and Tifa to look forward to when he got home.

Maybe he had to severely re-think his reservations. Because all of these happenings couldn't possibly be coincidence. Maybe they just... all really uh...

...It was a lot to think about.

He decided this needed a quick test.

As they walked away from the school, Kenta spoke out. "Hey Sunset. Sorry in advance." And then, as calmly as possible, placed a hand on her ass.

Sunset looked down at the hand on her butt. It was honestly pretty easy for Kenta to get in there, the tiny school miniskirt hardly covered anything.

She looked back up at him and bounced on her heels a few times, loudly clapping those juicy cheeks together on and around his hand.

"And just what do you think you’re doin'~?" she eventually asked in an amused voice. "Am I supposed to be doing something back?"

"Just, you know..." Kenta kept his hand there, giving it a bit of a grip as he rolled some thoughts around in his head. "Testing something."

"... Oh, I get it. You're trying to shock me, right? Well, keep it up and I might think about seeing how much you like having someone squeeze your junk, jerk~"

Meanwhile, the feeling of Sunset's butt wobbling underneath his hand was invigorating. So good, in fact, that Kenta could have sworn he felt some of his exhaustion from before burning away, the strength returning to his body. He honestly didn't think he’d mind if Sunset did do that. And maybe it was going a bit too far, but she looked like she was having fun. He gave her plentiful ass a squeeze before letting it go, patting it to watch it bounce one last time.

"Don't mind me." He smiled a bit.

Sunset turned around to face him, folding her hands behind her back. While normally a groping would have made her happy, she seemed mystified about where this was coming from all of a sudden.

"You're acting funny..." she murmured, taking a step forward. She reached out her hands, and for a moment it seemed like she was about to follow up on her promise to do something naughty.

But surprisingly, all Sunset did was take on his hands in both of hers, giving it a comforting little squeeze. The look in her eyes was compassionate. "I mean... like... of course I don't mind you touching me, but... You don't look like you're doing it because it's fun."

It was getting more and more obvious Kenta had something on his mind. Eventually, he said, “It’s just... you know... is this okay? What we’re doing?”

The fiery redhead just squeezed his hands. “Lemme guess... Because we’re teacher and student, right?”

Got it in one. “Ah. Yeah. I mean... The age thing, yeah. It goes without saying you’re a lot younger than me, so...”

Sunset just laughed. “Right. You’re not used to the idea of showing interest in a girl my age... at least, not without worrying something bad's gonna happen, right? Is that it?"

Kenta looked away and gave a bit of a chuckle. There weren’t a lot of words he could say to explain it, so he ended up just nodding.

"Old habits is about right. To be fair, you're extremely fucking hot."

“I so am.”

Kenta gave her another once-over as he slipped back into a bit of a joking-not-joking tone. “Maybe I’m thinking about it too hard, but... if I’m going to be your teacher, that means looking out for you. It’s just...”

“Augh. Fuck,” he said, muddling his words. He knew what he wanted to say, but getting the words out was hard. Eventually, he just forced it: “If people thought I was using my position to take advantage of you, I’d - “

Sunset laughed. "Yeah. Of course I get it. Don’t think I hadn’t thought about it.”

He sighed in relief. “And?”

“Aaand... I’m not stupid. I know what I’m getting into. I definitely know enough to know whether or not I want a guy in my life."

"That goes for the other girls here, we're not dumb just because we're young. Nobody here is gonna let a guy force himself onto her. And even if she did, the rest of us will make sure he gets what's coming to him."

"You need to put some faith in us. If I wasn’t interested, I’d tell you.”

She fidgeted a little. "I mean, okay, maybe I've only known you for two days, but... You're not that kind of guy. You've been nothing but selfless, so worrying about hurting us is no surprise. Just don’t let it tear you up inside, okay?"

"Here," she said suddenly, raising her arms, thrusting her hands out towards him. Before he could say or do anything, she took a step forward.

"C'mere," she said. She suddenly wrapped her arms around her teacher, seeking his body with her fingertips. It was such an intimate gesture he didn't even notice those big breasts sandwiching against his chest... just the feeling of her arms coming together around his back. One of her hands soon found its way to the back of his head, cradling it gently in the same way he'd done for Roll earlier.

"It's okay... You must have been really stressed out. Just relax... Nobody's been hurt, and nobody's gonna get hurt. You've been really good to everyone."

Kenta put his arms around Sunset's waist to return the hug. Hearing just that little bit of confirmation did wonders for him and he reconfirmed to himself that: yes, these girls were all hot as hell, and yes, they were all super horny... but yes, they were all completely self-willed.

It was a confirmation that he needed. The brilliance of youth and life that Kenta felt radiating off of the girl - who cared enough to hug someone that she had only known for two days - bolstered his spirits.

These girls must be protected.

The two stayed there like that for a little bit, not needing to exchange words. Kenta let all of his concerns fall out of him, melted out by the body heat of the fiery student pressing herself against him.

Eventually, regrettably, Kenta had to let go. "...Thank you."

The moment was over. He slapped his cheeks and steeled his back.

"Right! Training!" Punching his palm, the fighter looked forward to doing the thing that fighters were meant to do.

"That's right," grinned Sunset. "You won't be thinking you've got it so good once me and Swan have worked you to the bone. You want to show you're concerned about what happens to us...? Then you better be ready to take on anything those Space Invasion Forces throw at us. We're counting on you."

She was right, of course. With Rakuraizer now in his possession he had a better chance than anyone could ever have asked for to show they were pure of heart and strong of will. It probably wasn't any coincidence that the monster from before had turned up at his school: Swan had said the students were special, and could be recruited to pilot the only weapons capable of harming the invaders.

That meant, somewhere in Tokyo, at this very moment, an evil force was plotting even more attacks on his students, and wouldn't stop until they'd all been wiped out. Or until he and Sunset laid a beatdown on them.

"Right now, we can't afford to doubt ourselves. So let's save that for after everyone is safe."

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Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Mai Shiranui

<Kenta> I'm REALLY sorry for what happened. I should have been more careful.
<Kenta> Are... you alright?

<Mai> Oh! Oh yes, apologize!
<Mai> Bad man! How could you do that to me!
<Mai> Taking me so suddenly and forcefully, I am so ashamed!
<Mai> Hmmm~
<Mai> There's only one thing you can do to make me forgive you... And you can't complain no matter what it is.

<Kenta> Oh uh.
<Kenta> R-right! Let me know and I'll try to make it up to you on my honor!

<Mai> Oh good!
<Mai> In that case, you'll let me pack you a bento tomorrow, and you'll eat it all!
<Mai> And... And then we can go to a photo booth and take our pictures together!
<Mai> And anything else I want, too!
<Mai> It's the least you can do after taking advantage of me like that, sir~

<Mai> I can still feel your lust inside of me... so squishy...

<Kenta> That is.... a lot more than one thing but-
<Kenta> Oh.
<Kenta> Wow.
<Kenta> Wait, did... Did you keep it in?

<Mai> Uh! Of course I'd clean it out!
<Mai> What sort of bad girl would want to feel her teacher's creampie inside of her...
<Mai> Anyway, we should go to the movies together, too. What sort of popcorn do you like?

<Kenta> Kiiiiinda starting to think you're into that sorta thing, missy
<Kenta> I'll still go to the movies with you if you want.

<Mai> This weekend, then!

Then he remembered Mai was still a teen and she’d probably want to see something targeted at little girls. Well, maybe the ticket collector would think she's his daughter, at least...

Episode 2: Suiting Up

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Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Clarissa

<Kenta> So, how was your first day?
<Kenta> I know the girls can be a bit much to handle but It wasn't too hectic, was it?

<Clarissa> Oh, what a nice young man, showing concern for me!
<Clarissa> They gave me a little trouble to begin with... thankfully they got the message pretty quickly when I tried out some basic disciplinary measures!
<Clarissa> You could say my little girl Mika has been quite the excellent canvas for showing mommy what works best when it comes to disciplining naughty brats!
<Clarissa> But that's what happens when you come home one day to find her on top of your boyfriend at the time, mm~? A little spanking should have been the least of her worries.

<Kenta> Wow...
<Kenta> I didn't realize that Mika was such a troublemaker, she was an angel in today's class!
<Kenta> Still, you two seem very close. It must be nice.

<Clarissa> Well of course we are... She's mommy's little girl~
<Clarissa> She didn't stop breastfeeding until she was practically all grown up, you know! I think she likes my boobs even more than my ex-husband did.

<Kenta> Sounds... great...
<Kenta> Well, I can definitely see the familial resemblance, she’s got your looks.
<Kenta> Good genes I guess, haha

<Clarissa> Ohhh, you flatterer~! I could just eat you up.
<Clarissa> But it's not all genes, you know... We both have a very strict diet and exercise regime. I balloon up in no time if I'm not careful.
<Clarissa> I told Miss Celestia she should come on my next 5AM jog and she gave me a look like I'd said I wanted to crucify her! It was soooo funny.

<Kenta> Hah! Yeah, I bet that Miss Celestia's probably getting home from the clubs around that time... Don't know if running is good for a hangover.

<Clarissa> What do you do for exercise, Mr. Tadashii?

<Kenta> Oh, you know, the usual. Stretches, running, a little weight training here and there. I practice martial arts, but that's not exactly something I do officially.
<Kenta> What about you? You said you jog, right?

<Clarissa> Oh, how nice! Why don't you teach me and my daughter some of your moves sometime?
<Clarissa> Mm, let's see...

Clarissa went on to detail the kind of exercise regime most people could only dream of, with hours at the gym and a bunch of workout routines he's never heard of, as well as a diet stricter than a champion horse.

<Kenta> W-wow, you do so much! I'm a little jealous...
<Kenta> And I'd be more than happy to show you, it's not all that impressive though.
<Kenta> But if I show you those, how about you teach me some of those routines that you mentioned in return?

<Clarissa> Oh, but I do want to try this 'B3 Strip Club' Celestia has been telling me about... The cocktails sound so yummy!
<Clarissa> I'll have to do twice as much sweating to make up for those~
<Clarissa> And I hear they let teens in, so I can even take Mika when I go!

<Kenta> I think Celestia has been wanting me to go, too... Maybe I should join you all. It might be fun.

<Clarissa> Didn't you know? If your Japanese boss invites you out for drinks after work, that's part of the job.
<Clarissa> She'll definitely be upset if you doooon't.

<Kenta> Oh... Wow, you're right, I completely forgot!
<Kenta> Gahhh, my schedule has been so full suddenly. I hope she's not too mad at me. I'll have to make it up to her...

<Clarissa> Maybe you'll be the one she'll have me spanking next, mm?
<Clarissa> Mommy will do her best to be gentle~ Wouldn't want to mess up such a tight, yummy behind, now would we?

<Kenta> Talking like you're my mommy, now...? What, am I going to be breastfeeding, too?

<Clarissa> Perhaps!
<Clarissa> Mika was always saying, ‘Mummy, take your acrylics off first, you'll scratch up my bum!’
<Clarissa> But I always seemed to forget~

<Kenta> You two really are pretty physical, huh? If today was anything to go by, anyway.

<Clarissa> Very physical, yes.
<Clarissa> Working up a sweat, moving freely with others, showing what my body can do... I simply adore it all!
<Clarissa> That's why I jumped at the opportunity to help you with your sports classes. I might even take over completely if you're not careful!
<Clarissa> ... And if you enjoyed being 'physical' with us so much... why don't we have a rematch? No interruptions this time!
<Clarissa> Back at my place. I won't lose this time!

<Kenta> Hah, you're on, then!

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Kenta and Sunset boarded the train and headed out to Tokyo Bay, where Roll was waiting to pick them up. From there, she led the pair to a small, nondescript hill Kenta might not have noticed under ordinary circumstances.

But when Roll revealed a secret control panel...

“This is the secret entrance to Mighty Guard Headquarters! You can use the elevator platform inside to come and go from the base.”

Sure enough, the trio soon boarded the platform and rode it all the way down to the bottom of the bay... a trip that turned out to be more than a little neve-wracking with Sunset continually eyeing him off, giving him a lewd smirk every time he happened to glance her way.

Swan was waiting there to greet them, and clapped her hands to her cheeks in delight upon seeing Kenta. "You really came! What a relief!"

Watching Swan move and talk was a bit of a treat, and Kenta thought that her accent was cute as hell. The way her chest bunched up against her arms when she clapped her cheeks wasn't bad at all, either.

Kenta puffed up with pride. "What, did you think I was just gonna bail on you? No way. You guys said you needed my help and that's what I'm here to do." He thumbed his chest to add emphasis like some kind of corny superhero, but coming from Kenta it was completely genuine.

And after that elevator ride, he felt relieved to be able to assert himself. If Sunset noticed, she didn't say anything.

"So, what's first?" Kenta put a hand on his shoulder, rolling it as he popped his neck like a martial artist before a match. Thinking about piloting Rakuraizer again was exciting, and he’d been mentally psyching himself up for training the whole way over.

He wasn't even sure what it entailed, but if piloting was anything like fighting then this would be familiar territory.

Swan talked as she led the three of them through the base:

"Basic training consists of three regimes. We'll start you on VR piloting against AI-controlled enemies and each other, then graduate to implementing a variety of weapons you'll be using in the field. After that, we turn you over to the R&D team for live-fire exercises... And at all stages you'll be interfacing with Rakuraizer to get familiar with it, and uh... well. Handle 'her.'"

That last part sounded rather ominous, but he didn't get time to ask. They'd come up outside R&D, where a pair of girls were waiting.

He recognized the first immediately. Probably because she was in his class. Did everyone he knew at the school also have a double life with this agency?

Regardless, the buxom teen ahead of him looked as lovely as ever, smiling her infectious, charming smile with only a hint of mischief, tugging that enormous, orange, waist-length ponytail. The big jutting boobs and fat nipple bumps until her yellow minidress didn't hurt much either, or the donk stretching it out in the back.

Was this a scientist uniform? She had on a lab coat and a visor, so logically it had to be.

The girl to her right looked slightly older, a hair taller (but still short as hell), but otherwise just as plump and stacked, with a rack to rival even Sunset's, as well as the twig-waist and hourglass hips he was seeing everywhere lately. But despite the body she still seemed to come across as the nerdiest girl in the room, or possibly the country. Something about those thick dork glasses just made her look like she was begging for bullying. Her dress was black, but with the same white lab coat over it.

She also wore a black choker, another similarity with Sunset. Those two smiled when they saw each other, like old friends.

"Please say hello to our chief of R&D, Twilight Sparkle, and her personal assistant, Athena Cykes. You'll be working just as closely with them as you are with the rest of us during your time at MG."

Twilight smiled and formally shook his hand. "You can call me SciTwi, if you like. Everyone else here does."

Athena blushed, not sure where to look. "Yeah! Nice to meet you too, mister!"

"SciTwi and Athena designed most of the equipment we use here... including the weapons you'll be using, and the material synthesizer chamber."

SciTwi nodded. "I can't take credit for Rakuraizer's design, though. That was before I was even born."

She tilted her head. “Um, excuse me, sir? Are you listening?”

But Kenta was still staring at Athena. Eventually the object of his attention spoke up. “It’s okay. He’s probably just wondering why one of his students is here.”

Kenta finally caught up, flustered. “Ahh... Kinda! That, and... there’s a lot to keep up with.” And it’s even harder to focus when it’s all coming from two gorgeous technicians with curves that don’t quit... not even getting started on those tiny dresses, he added mentally. Definitely better to keep that last part to himself.

Athena especially, the lycra dress having a hell of a time staying stretched over her buxom frame. Like her school uniform wasn’t already pornographic enough. It took him a while to soak it all in, but if the girls minded being ogled like pieces of meat they definitely didn’t speak up about it.

Wait, did Swan just say that they designed the equipment? ...Including the synthesizer? Man, he was probably never going to forget the in-depth tour he got of that room. Regardless, he was impressed, filled with pride at just how smart his student was.

Athena grinned, thrusting a hand out. “Looks like this is our second introduction in almost as many days, sir.”

Kenta laughed. "Haha, yeah. 'Nice to meet you'. I’d never have guessed you worked at a place like this...”

"Well... I kind of just inherited the role from my mom, they wanted to pick my brains about her research. I'd never have guessed I had any aptitude for it if not for SciTwi drilling it all into me."

"You're welcome~"

“Besides, school’s been a little too hectic for us to chat much, right? Not like I had the opportunity to tell you about my side-job.”

Kenta nodded. “You can say that again. Don’t worry about it.. There was a lot happening... and I guess it's all supposed to be secret stuff to begin with..."

He turned to Twilight, or SciTwi, apparently. "So, SciTwi, you two designed the uh... the equipment? Roll gave me a uh... great tour of the synthesizer."

And as soon as those words left Kenta’s mouth, he mentally kicked himself. The interaction had been going so well up until that. Well, that’s what he gets for not thinking before opening his big fat mouth.

"And Sunset, you know her? Seems like you two are pals."

Sunset grinned. "We go back a ways, yeah. Hey, gimme your phone.”

Kenta handed it over, and Sunset started adding entries for the new girls. “You’ll need to keep in touch with everyone...” she said as her fingers blurred on the number pad. Of course a girl like her was a master of high-speed texting.

Kenta, meanwhile, turned back to the science crew. He was looking at them with renewed approval. “Can’t believe I’m working with such geniuses,” he said.

That set SciTwi off. She beamed, clearly taking to compliments like a piranha to blood in the water. "Well, we can't take all the pride! The first wave of MG set up all the infrastructure, we've just followed in their footsteps. Buuuut, it's still AWFULLY technical and far beyond the layman so really if you want to call us geniuses some more, I won't stop you~"

But before the bully-bait could go on, Sunset was right behind her. She dug in on the nerd’s buxom frame, squeezing her inappropriately all over, enough to wring a lusty cry from her... definitely not the last one Kenta would be hearing from that hot, dorky mess.

Twilight leaned back into her friend's grip as Sunset spoke: "Didn't you have something you wanted to tell Kenta about...?"

"Oh, yes, that's right. It's about ATHENA."

"... No, not that Athena. ATHENA. All in caps. She's the onboard A.I. for Rakuraizer, created by Metis Cykes, shortly before she passed away. Since then, its care and development has fallen to Athena by way of inheritance. Athena?"

Athena and ATHENA. Boy, that wasn't going to get confusing at all.

Athena nodded, clearly not used to discussing stuff in such a lecturing tone as Twilight, but trying her best. "Uh! Yeah! I’ve been trying to study it, but there's still a lot I don't understand. Mom kinda wrote the book on artificial intelligence, and she's... gone now... so the rest of us are just following in her footsteps as best we can."

She had a distant look in her eyes as she said it that tightened Kenta’s heart into a knot. Before he even knew what he was doing, he reached out for Athena, laying a hand on her shoulder.

It made her smile, even if there was a little pain in her eyes. "Making something like that... that’s helping humanity fight back against the aliens. Your mother must have been an amazing woman, Athena.”

She smiled. “Thanks. I might’ve ended up here by random chance, but... I’m going to make the most of it, for her sake.”

“Right... Well, of course I’ll help you then.”

Athena steadied herself, and continued her explanation. “Well, as it turns out, you’re the only one who can. No matter who we put in Rakuraizer, ATHENA rejected them time and time again. That's why Swan ordered it buried in the bunker beneath the school. But then it suddenly became active during Sunset's fight with SIF-007... and it even accepted you as a pilot. It's almost like it recognized something in you."

“Athena... ‘accepted’ me? That’s why Rakuraizer actually started moving?” Having an AI that won't listen to you must be frustrating as hell, how was Kenta supposed to do it?

Swan bowed her head slightly in an imploring pose. "If you could help us understand what ATHENA is thinking, we'd be forever in your debt! That's why we'd like you to try to talk to her."

"It won't be easy," added SciTwi. "If she doesn't have something to say, you're not gonna hear a word from her. She's really stubborn... and it's going to be hard work."

“Sounds frustrating as hell. What’s talking to an AI even like, anyway?”

Athena turned a little pale. “Talking... to an A.I....” It looked like it had suddenly dawned on her that she might be able to speak to her mother’s creation.

Kenta picked up on it immediately: "Hey, you okay?”

“Ah... We can talk about it later, I - ”

“Nah, now is fine,” he insisted. “Nobody here is gonna object.” He looked to Roll, Sunset, Swan and Twilight in turn. Of course none of them raised a peep, which seemed to surprise Athena more than it did him. Frontline fighters hardly ever got a chance to slow down and catch their breath, she probably didn't realize why the big important mecha pilot was slowing things down so much to talk to her.

But eventually, she slapped her hands on her cheeks, and focused him with her biggest grin so far. “No sir! Perfectly fine, sir! Just nerves, sir!"

“But...” she sagged slightly. “It is kind of crazy ATHENA is really back... We spent years trying to make her respond to us... I'd given up by now. Knowing she's active again just made it all come rushing back, that's all."

"I'm glad, though. Mom developed that AI to help us in the battle against the SIF. If it's chosen you for the job, then... then I won't question it. I'll help you in any way I can, sir!"

Kenta felt like he understood her perfectly. Even if she thought she was fine, it was easy to get sideswiped by emotions in the moment. Hopefully she wouldn’t find what he did next too forward:

With an exhale, Kenta walked up to Athena and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her in for a quick hug. "Hey. It'll be okay! Sorry, not really good with words but you're strong and smart. There's nothing you can't do."

And at first she just let herself be bounced around in the hug, but that changed when he moved to let go of her. She immediately snagged Kenta right back, holding onto him and reciprocating the hug like he was the only thing keeping her afloat right now.

After a moment, they finally parted. He put his hands on her shoulders and gave her the biggest smile he can muster. "I'm looking forward to your help, so let's all do our best."

"Yeah... Mm. I'm okay now," she said wiping her eyes.

She was smiling as well. And it looked like that had been all the icebreaker she needed, because now she was giving him a look similar to one of Sunset's naughtier faces. "That's weird~ Sunset, you lied, he didn't go for my ass at all."

Well... that was some tonal whiplash.

"G - go for the -"

Kenta’s eyes wandered up and down Athena's body. You mean to say he could’ve grabbed her ass and she wouldn’t have been surprised at all? She’d just let it happen? As he watched the way that tiny dress of hers strained to hold everything in, he suddenly felt like mentally kicking himself.

But Sunset interrupted before he could consider trying anything: "Duh,” she said, looking up from where she leaned against the wall. Still playing with Kenta's phone, of course.

"Just because he's crazy about teens, doesn't mean he's immediately gonna go for it right on the first day... You’d have to have called him daddy for that."

"W-..whu...I... eheh... um..." Aaand there was the D-word. Against his volition, Kenta felt his dick stirring... and began to wonder if he couldn’t possibly just excuse himself from this conversation altogether. The look on his face - thousand yard stare, trembling smile - must have been priceless to the girls.

Thankfully, before the girls could tease him any further, Swan came to his aid. "Girls! How could you be so crude! Stop teasing Kenta at once!"

And that almost helped him recover his senses and get things back on track! Almost, because then Swan immediately pressed into his front, her slender, deft fingers suddenly on his chest as she busied herself straightening his clothes where Athena had rumpled them.

... And now he was at half-mast. Squishy tits, nimble fingers? It was impossible not to imagine this being a prelude to her sinking into a pornstar squat right at crotch-height. One glance at her juicy red lips and any guy’s mind would be wandering, let alone one who had his chest completely submerged under the commander’s pale wall of juicy, dress-straining titmeat.

Please just help me get this down... Please just give it a little lick... The thought rose unbidden, even as it made him blush redder than he already was. Only the sound of the blonde continuing to lecture her wild employees brought him back to reality:

"Now, now, we can’t bully Kenta just because he has those sorts of tastes... Being into much younger women, I mean... Why, I'm sure lots of relationships between schoolgirls and their teachers are very romantic and satisfy all of a young lady's needs..."

Funny she’d say that when she wasn’t even much older than them. As Swan ran her hands over Kenta's broad chest and smoothed his clothes out, he mentally appended, That includes you too, you know?

Then she stepped back, and Kenta was finally able to catch his breath. "H - how about we... um... go do that thing... the thing we have to do? Um. Step? Next step. Right. That." He looked at SciTwi like she could possibly do anything to save him.

But if he'd been looking to SciTwi for a way to make his boner go down, then it was as effective as smothering a fire with gasoline.

"Well, first order of business is getting you and Sunset suited up," she said in a cool, calm voice, as if she didn't have a rising blush colouring her cheeks.

"We don't have all day, so I'll be asking you two to get into the material synthesizer together."

Kenta froze. His already ragged libido took yet another spike.

In the synthesizer.

With Sunset.

Naked.

His eyes roved over the she-devil's body again like it was the first time he was seeing it. Sure, she had sent him pictures, but this was in person, and then... that latex.

He found himself remembering what had happened with Roll. How she’d looked. He mentally replaced her with Sunset.

"T - together..."

Kenta swallowed hard and tried his best to steel himself for the challenge ahead. With a determined look, he started to take off his shirt.

And Roll just sniggered. "Save it for when you're on the platform, Kenta."

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So! Our hero, and his five busty female co-workers, made a bee-line for the material synthesizer room together, where he and Sunset swiftly moved onto the platform. Athena, Roll, SciTwi and Swan gathered behind the console, all four pretending like the process demanded being staffed by the four most qualified women in the base and that they weren’t just here for the show.

But they were looking over at the platform rather a lot.

And not just at Kenta, either. They were perving on Sunset about as much.

"Please get undressed," said Twilight in a monotone voice, and Shimmer nodded.

"Sure."

Well, this was nice. A slim, tight-bodied schoolgirl from his class was facing him, looking into his eyes while unbuttoning her top and letting the two watermelons cooped up inside settle naturally into their regular, heavy yet springy shapes. Then she slid that shirt down her arms and let it fall to the floor, before tugging the pasties off her nipples with a pair of long, velcro-like peeling sounds.

Kenta raptly stared at her and her little striptease like it was the last fucking thing that he was ever going to see in his life.

Next, Sunset bent over at the waist, sliding her skirt down to her ankles and stepping out of it. The spectacle just kept going, ramping up with every second that passed. High-heels and stockings followed, and then her thong came off last, baring that juicy, bald pussy. All she had on now was her choker and a smile.

Sunset straightened her back, tilting her head slightly, and waited for Kenta to catch up. "It's chilly," she murmured, feeling her stiff nipples idly.

God, it was like this little slut was custom-made to target his dick and she knew it. Watching her fingers playing over the stiff, sizely nubs on top of her breasts bordered on a religious experience.

"...Yeah it really is."

"..."

Right. He was supposed to be taking off his clothes, too. With another breath of determination, he grabbed his shirt, pulling it up over his solid, scar-covered chest, letting it hit the ground behind him without another thought. Then he hooked his thumbs into the side of his pants, looking directly at Sunset as he slowly pulled both them and his underwear down at the same time.

And when he stood back up, his cock sprang up between them. That mesmerizing length - more than a foot all up - drew appreciative coos from the peanut gallery as it bounced and throbbed, pointing directly at Sunset the whole time.

He tried to ignore it as he kicked away his discarded clothing along with his shoes.

Kenta crossed his arms, his biceps swelling with tense energy as he attempted to diffuse his embarrassment through sheer flexing. He looked back at the girls at the console clearly ogling him.

"Better?"

And when he looked back to the console, all four girls had their camera phones out. Well, three of them. Swan was snapping pics on a flip-phone, Athena was doing the same with her smartphone, and Twilight had the presence of mind to take some high-quality cam footage. The cyborg Roll was just recording with her onboards.

They thrust them back behind the console a second too late to get away with it. "Uh. It's for official book-keeping?" said Twilight lamely.

They started the device up while Sunset was doubled over laughing. She barely got straightened up in time for the ring to go down around them, but she quickly caught her hair in one hand and lifted it, fanning it behind her as her suit began to materialize around her body.

And then their suits started to form.

Episode 2: - Smut With Sunset

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Shiny, shimmering black latex solidified around Sunset's neck, a striking yellow pigmentation rising to the surface shortly after. The material field tugged her tits down firmly even as her fluttering hair settled against the curve of her back.

Her breasts dipped into the goop, and they came up coated.

That awesome pair still looked just as naked, but definitely coated. The latex didn’t just form-fit the buxom teen’s perfectly massive cowtits, but even her heavy, fat nipple bumps.

Kenta's throat was dry as he watched the ring travel down Sunset's body, racing his stares from shine to shine. He spoke too soon about the religious experience.

There were a few personalized flourishes here and there, like her bare back in contrast to fully-covered arms and shoulders, a cleavage window and a heavy collar... but otherwise the teen cutie was being lovingly plastered with a leotard ripped straight from fantasy, a sheath of sexy, slinky latex, rounded out with flaming boots, black gloves and spiked shoulder pads.

Her breathing deepened just barely as she got accustomed to the feeling of being vacuum-sealed.

The latex reached her feet, where it shunted her up a good six inches or so as it formed hardened high-heeled boots. They looked like an extension of her feet, just with heel-spikes that looked as sharp as knives.

"Tighter..." she whispered, and the material instantly responded to her thoughts. It cinched off all the space from her tummy and crotch, and sealed closer around her tits. In short, cutting off her ability to breathe even more. She loved it.

Kenta loved it too. The second he heard that word leave her lips his cock jumped up almost vertical.

Sunset sighed when it was over. She took a deep breath, turning on the spot and admiring herself as her garment creaked and groaned. "Mm. That never gets old."

It was too much for Kenta. “F - Fuck...” he whispered, even as a long heavy stream of precum pushed all the way up from his balls and out his cock. Liquid appreciation for the goddess in front of him, his balls unable to hold back.

Unfortunately for Kenta, his outfit had formed too. So whereas that healthy dollop would normally have reached the floor... now it had somewhere else to go.

Unbidden, Roll's words from earlier passed through his mind: "If you're a little too honest with the thought scanner, you'll end up looking like a perv!"

Now, looking down at himself, he knew what she meant. He was locked pretty hard into perv mode about now and it showed in the suit that had formed for him. A solid black choker around his neck, heeled boots, a skin-tight black latex condom wrapped around his cock, and... nothing else. Otherwise he was still functionally naked.

But a condom was a condom, and that meant all the cum he had just pumped out was bulging it teasingly off the tip of his cock, a big sloshing balloon big enough to tug even Kenta’s raging, outlined hard-on down.

“Guh.”

Needless to say, his predicament drew plenty of laughter from the peanut gallery parked on the other side of the room.

"Wow! That's what you're going with, Kenta?"

"I can see why ATHENA likes him now!"

"What're you gonna do, club the SIF to death with that thing?"

Even Sunset, despite herself, burst out laughing, wrapping her arms around her midsection and doubling over. The squeaking was intense, like two pieces of styrofoam being rubbed together.

Twilight dried the tears of laughter from her eyes and returned the ring to its original position. "Okay, let's try that again. Go ahead, Kenta," she said as she activated the machine. “And Sunset, would you give him some room? Seems like you’re making it hard for our boy to concentrate~”

“... Sunset?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah.”

Sunset didn’t make a move to step off. She might have started to, but then she stopped halfway.

By all right she knew she had to hop off... but seeing that bulging, throbbing cock-sheath all risen up, with that big bubble of cum on the end, the beauty couldn't help herself. She clip-clopped over to her partner on those outlandish high heels, and wrapped her creaking gloved hand around his latex-wrapped cock, giving it a firm squeeze that he felt all the way up and down his shaft. Kenta shivered, and with a splurt, the cum-bubble got a lot bigger.

"Is this all for me, teacher...? You must really like a girl in latex..."

She leaned forward, husking hot breath on his ear. "Well... I like how it looks, too. Been very eager to see how a hunk like you looks squeezed into this stuff..."

“Mmm...” he groaned.

Sunset laughed. “Yeah? That all you have to say, big boy? Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed...?”

But as Kenta stared ahead, glassy-eyed, embarrassment was the furthest thing from his mind. Even the other girl’s laughter had gone largely unnoticed as he simply took in the sight of this glamorous redhead playing with his pole. She had awakened a need deep inside of him.

He just hoped he could somehow make amends later.

"Sunset." Kenta clenched his fists, eyes closed and his jaw set. "... Please forgive me."

Kenta suddenly thrust his body forwards. He went straight into that latex-clad bitch's personal space and, without waiting for so much as a word from her, looped an arm over and around her shoulder. He tangled his fist in the intermingling red and blonde locks spilling down her shoulders and used that leverage to suddenly, shockingly, bring their faces together.

“Mmm.” He pressed his lips to hers, tongue probing firmly into her mouth.

Sunset moaned and enthusiastically started sucking it right back. "Mmmmmhhh!"

Two flawless, built-for-sex bodies mashed together, all the latex wrapping them both up creaking as he got his other hand on the curve of Sunset's back, almost scratching her with the intensity he held her. Then he brought his hand down, giving her ass a firm, hard, stinging slap... then grabbing a handful in the process.

Sunset squealed happily, as if she'd been waiting for this to happen since they'd first met. Manhandling by a real man. Ass-grabbing, tongue-in-throat-kissing, body-grinding lovemaking.
Kenta's black-sheathed cock bucked wildly against Sunset's midsection as he pulled him into her, almost demanding to penetrate any and all of the teasing megaslut's holes and fuck her into a coma.

Finally, Kenta broke the kiss by yanking her head roughly back by that fistful of hair. He was unable to say anything at all. All he could do was stare into her bright eyes with a set brow and an almost wild, desperate look.

Sunset panted, tongue hanging out... looking totally sex-struck and dazed. Her thighs were soaked as she woozily stared at him... before regaining enough composure to fix him with a sly smile.

"And just... whatcha think you’re doin', teach?" Sunset hissed heatedly, even as she gripped the wrist of the hand on her ass and mashed it against her bubble butt fiercely with all her strength.

"Hey, I’m just an impressionable teen, you know... Your... mmmh... your fucking student... And you're grabbing me in front of all... mmmmhh... our coworkers..."

Sunset's voice had become leaden, lava-hot, spitting the obscenities they both wanted to hear, words chosen specifically to make that big hard cock get even stiffer for her. "Is that it...? You're gonna fuck me...? Bastard~ Oooouuuoohh! Tugging my hair, too... Mmmh, brute...!"

Sunset suddenly concentrated, and the ring activated again, passing down by their grappling, hyperventilating bodies. As it went down past her head, little revisions and changes started to creep into her costume, more of her skin coming exposed, more of her heaving tits falling out. The portions of her suit that had completely enclosed her tits contracted to a thin band of horizontal material barely holding her bust in.

The other girls gasped, sounding like they were morally offended. Shocked. Aghast. Like they’d step in and stop this debauchery at any moment.

They didn’t, and wouldn’t, but they pretended like they were thinking about it.

Sunset turned around and caught the ring at around waist height, bringing the machine to a sudden halt. Then, grinning, she bent over at the waist as far as she could, placing so much tit on the delicate machine it creaked under the weight. And as the latex sheath over Sunset’s shrank so far as to become just just a latex thong encasing her drooling slit, she raised it and wiggled it for Kenta, swaying her butt enticingly from side to side.

And as she shook her ass at him, eye-fucking him with the single flaming eyeball visible from under that thick mane of red-and-blonde hair. "Do it... Fuck me...!"

Kenta went for it. He mounted Sunset, climbing on top of her and wrapping his arms around her. He bit her neck and pawed her chest. Her skin tasted sweet. Her breasts felt heavy. He mashed her huge, full breasts until flesh was spilling out between his fingers, making his hands ache with their weight. But he didn’t let up, clawed-out fingers dragging deep furrows across the latex encasing his favourite student’s mouth-watering body.

He was so fucking horny for this brat and her teasing. He needed to fuck her so badly, right here, right now.

He knew he shouldn't. He knew there were people watching. He knew that it was selfish, but he just couldn't help himself now that this body was in front of him like this.

"Calling me the fucking brute when you've been basically thrusting this pussy at me from the second we met?" He caught a handful of Sunset’s hair for the second time, making an impromptu ponytail for the harlot as he wrapped it around his hand and gave it a hard yank backwards, shoving her ass onto his thighs and resting his cock in the crack.

The cum bubble on the end of his cock doubled in size again.

"What a fucking slut my student is. Looks like I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson, huh?"

Kenta reared back and gave Sunset a hard, sharp spank, sending her ass wobbling. His cock got deeper into her ass in the process.

"Fine." He gripped her torso and positioned the head of his slick, rubber-sheathed cock against Sunset's pussy. He shivered as he felt her suit contract in anticipation for being filled. "How about I shove this fucking cock so far into you it gets stuck in your womb, huh?" Another yank back on her hair.

Then, without waiting for an answer, Kenta did just that. He thrust his burning-hot rod into Sunset's gash, stretching out her little teen pussy to accommodate the thick shaft driving up into her core. Their bodies slapped together, echoing throughout the sterile room. Another smack quickly followed as Kenta snaked his hand beneath Sunset's belly and slapped hard onto the top of her mound, pressing into her clit.

He hoped their spectators enjoyed the show.

Her lewd body felt exactly how it had looked all those times she'd flaunted it for him. Huge, heaving tits that overflowed out of his hands. A big, wobbling booty that rolled around in time with her movements, fat and juicy like a big, ripe peach. And that dirty mouth of hers didn't go too far astray in keeping him stiff, either.

When he'd fucked Roll earlier, he'd been sticking his bare dick into a latex-pussy. It had felt... amazing.

Better than ordinary sex? Yeah, just a fucking little bit! The sensation of gliding along something so smooth and squishy, feeling lubricated even while dry... It was good.

And this - his latex-wrapped cock entering her latex-wrapped pussy, both sheaths constantly adjusting to the mental commands of their wearers to tighten or slacken to make the sex as smooth and lightning-fast as possible - was even better. Every time his cock swelled up a little fatter, he was able to extend the sheath as much as necessary to keep it comfortable. Every time he got a little deeper in Sunset with his wild, untamed thrusting, she was able to suction her suit a little deeper into her pussy, keeping the insides of her dripping hole perfectly pleasant for him. They even played beyond that, adding bumps, changing the shapes, teasing each other with new and unfamiliar sensations.

And Sunset kept looking back at him with that dirty, violated look, her mouth open in a horny pant, but... at the same time, there was nothing keeping him inside her but her will. She could have tightened her suit around her crotch to the point where a bullet would bounce off. She could have tightened on his cock until he was crying. Instead... her insides sucked on him, making pulling out nearly impossible, making him want to cum, making him feel like he was in Heaven.

"Uhhh... Uhhh... Mmmh... Do it... Oh my God, do it... Kentaaaaaaa!" Sunset's lewd body continued to bounce and thrust against him, all the smugness sucked out of her by that cock hammering on her latex-painted cervix~

Sunny's legs nearly gave out as she started cumming, clinging to the lab equipment for dear life. She thrust her arms back at the hunk standing behind her to try to keep on her feet, and the sweaty hunk responded by turning her around, helping her get her body braced against his. Face to face, she held onto him like a drowning woman... oneof her high heels nearly flew out from under her as she just whimpered at how good sex with Kenta felt. The pussy juices sealed inside her thong had almost nowhere to go, but a few sprays squirted out to either side, doing a good job soaking his thighs as she did.

“Whew... Mmmh...” She eased herself back from him slightly, wiping the sweat from her brow. With her post-orgasmic bliss past her, Sunset looked ready for round two. She slid her hands back to the ring behind her again, giving him an impish grin as she used her arms to slink her pussy right back down the length of his shaft.

“Oooooh... Kentaaaa... Mooooore...”

Kenta jackhammered into Sunset's vacuum-sealed cunt with reckless abandon. At some point in his fuck-shrouded haze, he grabbed a hold of her wrists, wrenching them backwards toward him to use as leverage as his arched back and hips nailed his cock into her, the tip of his dick kissing her cervix with each thrust and not wanting to let go.

"F - fucking... Ghhh! S... Sunset!" Unable to form words anymore he just bucked into her like a wild animal, unable to keep his eyes off of hers, staring into the deepest, most sparkling teal he’d ever seen.

But in the place of words interrupted by his haggard breathing, Kenta let his latex suit do the talking for him. He wanted to make Sunset cum even harder next time, so it started to form ridges, stretching the pussy suckling on his shaft on every thrust. Her weakening legs just made him yank her back to him as he wrapped his arms around her, grabbing two heaving handfuls of her soft, slick tits and pressed her up against the inside of the ring.

In this new, intense position, he began thrusting upwards into her, letting his hips do the work, trying his absolute best to make good on his promise to penetrate her womb.

Eventually he hit the jackpot: Sunset groaned as he slammed upwards, and Kenta felt something expand. Maybe the latex was helping him out.

The head of his cock slipped past that tight ring, into her womb. And when Sunset felt even that part of her so crudely violated, the pretty little teen just kissed it like a wife welcoming her husband home, cervix dragging him in and getting him comfy deep in her womanly core. Where he belonged.

That was all that Kenta could take. He hammered Sunset hard, fast, driving him to his own climax, and pounding her senseless at the same time.

She went off like a string of fireworks. One orgasm, two, three, four, five. Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop. She sweated like crazy, a steady torrent of the hot, sticky stuff dripping down her face, falling into her hanging-open mouth, spattering on her stretched-out tongue. "Hhhhiiii... Uuuuiiii..."

She twitched, orgasmed again, and then blissed out as she felt Kenta cumming.

He exploded into her, causing her womb to be taken up by an expanding bubble of latex, growing and growing, filling with hot, thick cum; all that he could ever muster.

He felt Sunset's juices hit his legs one last time as he poured it all in, causing him to shiver and give one final thrust. He clung to her tightly, leaning into the synthesizer’s ring and pinning her against it.

He found her mouth with his once again. But this time it wasn't fierce, it was filled with passion and lingering desire. One hand stayed on Sunset's giant, shining tits while the other dropped to her waist into a more proper hug. And Sunset just closed her eyes and let it happen, melting into his embrace completely on instinct.

Panting through his nose, he stayed there, holding her in his arms and locking their lips together like his life depended on it. He'd probably get murdered for all of this, but it had been worth it.

Sunset grimaced even as they kissed, holding onto him just as tightly. She felt about the same: she'd been much too naughty. She'd teased him an unfair amount. She knew she deserved to be getting punished, so why did this feel like such a delicious reward?

She wasn't going to learn anything from this.

This kiss was different: their mouths sealed together and their tongues pressed together inside. She clung to her man as his fat cock slowly deflated inside of her, kissing him deeply as if to say 'thanks for doing such a good job in there.' She placed her hand on top of his, making him squeeze her breast more tightly.

Kenta pulled his hips back, slipping the now full and bulging latex bubble out of Sunset's womb, and then slowly slipping it out of her convulsing pussy with a pop. The large, dangling black sphere hung down past his knees.

Finally, the pair collapsed to the floor in a panting, sticky heap. They could have stayed like that for a while, but...

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

A pair of red high heels moved into their shared field of vision. Sunset and Kenta both groaned. Swan balled her fists, struggling to find the proper cajoling tone of voice: "Just what do you think you're dooooiiiing... F - Fucking pervs..."

Fuck. That's right. There were people here. They were in a government facility and they just...

Kenta looked up at Swan, panting, and instinctively wrapped his arms around Sunset to protect her. "It... it was my fault, I-I just used her so... so if you want to punish someone, punish me, Sunset's innocent here.

His expression was stern as he sat there. He probably should have gotten up, but that would have meant letting go of the warmth resting against him and he wasn't about to do that until she was good and ready, so he'd just take Director Swan's lashings. He was prepared and understood that they would be deserved.

Swan jammed the button on the ring beside her. The material synthesizer beeped and whirred as it powered up again, and she started dragging her clothes off her body, casting them to the wind. She cackled evilly as her own body became encased in a midnight-black latex suit, and a long-handled paddle came into being, clasped in her black-gloved hand.

... Which was how Kenta's first day of training at MG came to a close. Not training for the protection of humanity, not mastering the art of mecha piloting. Bent over a computer console with his face down and his butt in the air alongside a similarly positioned Sunset, while Swan's maniacal laughter rang in both their ears, and the paddle came down again and again and again.

Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap! Until both their bottoms glowed a brutally-shining red, and they didn't think they'd be comfortable sitting down for the whole next day or two!

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The day that Kenta had been looking forward hadn’t ended up happening at all. Training and fighting had been supposed to be his escape from all the craziness in his life that the week had brought, and he’d been hoping to find his center.

Instead, he’d ended up putting his center inside of Sunset Shimmer. Rather vigorously.

He couldn't say he regretted it one bit, though, even as he shifted uncomfortably in the seat of Director Swan's sports car. For some reason she had insisted on bringing him back to his apartment herself, despite having caused her so much trouble and receiving a very sore behind for the effort. Maybe this was her way of trying to mend bridges? Kenta wasn't sure.

Though he was sure that Swan was driving well over the speed limit. The lowered top of the bright red machine caused the wind to wash over her voluminous golden hair, whipping it around in the wind behind her and making it glitter in the yellow-orange light of the setting sun.

Were all Americans this good at driving? It was impressive, even if it was a bit scary.

In the moment, Kenta thought that she looked like some kind of foreign supermodel. Well, to be fair, she could probably have broken into that industry fairly easily, and spectacularly, if she ever decided to get out of the world-protecting business.

By the time she dropped the windswept and bewildered man off at his apartment, Swan seemed to be a bit more amicable. They still didn't say much to each other, and Kenta wasn't sure what else he should say considering the fact that he probably just filled her weekend with paperwork, but she gave him a bright smile and a wave as he departed. He was more than ready to put this day behind him and hopefully make amends later on.

Kenta's phone lit up before he reached his door with two new text messages. From Athena and SciTwi. Both solicitations. If this week was teaching him anything, it was a crash course in cause and effect. Who was the guy who invented that? Some kinda philosopher who was way smarter than him, he thought, and sighed a bit as he opened the door to his apartment. Athena looked really good in all of that nothing she was wearing, though...

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Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Sunset Shimmer

<Kenta> So. Uh...
<Kenta> We really did uh...
<Kenta> Sorry about just. You know. Doing that.

<Sunset> Oh now he's sorry!
<Sunset> You sure didn't seem sorry at the time when you were bending me over and screwing me in front of my co-workers.
<Sunset> It's gonna be a while before the Director lets us use the synthesizer together again!

<Kenta> God I know I know. It's really embarrassing, I just.
<Kenta> Seeing you there. Like that. After everything.

<Sunset> Mm. Good effort.
<Sunset> You're supposed to sweet-talk the girl before you put it in her, but... definitely solid.

<Kenta> Yeah, yeah, I get you, but I'm not good at those kinds of things.
<Kenta> I guess I could, I dunno, get you some flowers or something...
<Kenta> I couldn't help myself. It was the hottest, sexiest thing I had ever seen in my entire life

<Sunset> Yeah... You looked pretty damn hot yourself. And a little silly. Mostly hot, though.

<Kenta> Man, don't remind me. That getup was kind of embarrassing but. Uh.
<Kenta> Guess I didn't really care in the moment.

<Sunset> ... This means I can ask you a favour, right?

<Kenta> I'd be a pretty shitty person if I didn't let you do that.

<Sunset> Heheh.
<Sunset> Okay, well.
<Sunset> I wanna do it again.
<Sunset> Like, properly.
<Sunset> Not that what happened earlier wasn't proper. You properly screwed the shit out of me and I'm gonna ask for that again in the future damn soon.
<Sunset> But I don't know if I wanna tell my future kids my first time went down like that...
<Sunset> I wanna be romanced. Like a princess.
<Sunset> And then fucked.
<Sunset> We can do that, right~?
<Sunset> Oh, but don't think I want that all the time. I like the crazy monkey sex better.
<Sunset> But just one time. You know, sate my curiosity.

<Kenta> That is really sweet, you know?
<Kenta> You're beautiful and cute.
<Kenta> I'll definitely try it. You deserve it.

<Sunset> And definitely do that flowers thing. I have NEVER had flowers from a boy ever.
<Sunset> Maybe they thought they’d clash with the leather jacket.

<Kenta> Your jacket is great.
<Kenta> You're such a trip.
<Kenta> When I think you're going to go one way, you swerve the complete opposite way.
<Kenta> I don't mean that in a bad way, I swear! Just that uh...
<Kenta> You're taking the breath out of me, here...

<Sunset> Can't believe you're just now figuring out I'm a handful.

<Kenta> In more ways than one huh?
<Kenta> Sorry
<Kenta> It's not a bad thing. don't put yourself down for it

<Sunset>These are multiple handfuls.

<Kenta> Thankfully I have multiple hands.

<Sunset> If you need help with it all, I know some girls...
<Sunset> But not until after next time. Next time is just us.

<Kenta> The heck does that mean... What are you planning?
<Kenta> But uh... yeah... You're right.
<Kenta> It... should have been like that from the start.
<Kenta> I think when it was almost over I realized what I was doing...
<Kenta> You deserve to be held.

<Sunset> Hey! Don't start getting too sappy on me!
<Sunset> But yeah, sounds badass. We'll be like two dudebros curled up on the couch together, all gay-like.

<Kenta> I - I think that's the farthest thing from gay.
<Kenta> Almost like it's straight
<Kenta> Or something
<Kenta> Okay that was dumb just forget you read that.

<Sunset> lol!

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Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Swan White

<Kenta> Director Swan! Please, please forgive me! I don't know what came over me and doing something like... that... was entirely inappropriate. I apologize.

<Swan White> How could you! That was a highly-sophisticated piece of equipment granted to me by the government!
<Swan White> Only people with a master's degrees in theoretical physics even know how to clean your semen off it!!
<Swan White> Ooooooh!
<Swan White> Please be less irresponsible in future about where you do such things with the female staff! There is a restroom!

<Kenta> ... So you're saying that I should use the restroom the next time?

<Swan White> Well, of course!
<Swan White> Ah, but please clean up after yourself regardless if you could. It's only polite!

Wait. So she was more concerned about damaging the equipment than the fact that Kenta and Sunset had just had scalding, immediate sex in plain view of all of them...? That made Kenta's dick twitch a bit.

<Kenta> I uh... guess that's what restrooms are for.
<Kenta> You're an interesting one, Director.

<Swan White> Interesting! What's interesting is how a man can make that much cum without keeling over!
<Swan White> I need to file a report about this, I don't even know where to begin explaining why there was so much... They asked me why I was letting six men bukkake Sunset in there in the first place. ;_;

<Kenta> That... That’s just normal for me.
<Kenta> Do you need me to, I don’t know, show you?

<Swan White> Awfully bold words for a man who's just completely blown out my Friday night with a mountain of paperwork.
<Swan White> But...
<Swan White> I suppose a little demonstration might go some way to making it up to me, yes...

<Kenta> I am so, so sorry! I swear I'm not like that normally!
<Kenta> Working at Bakunyuu has me a bit... um... on edge.
<Kenta> And seeing Sunset like that just
<Kenta> I guess triggered something in me.

<Swan White> Well... Boys will be boys!
<Swan White> You'll be expected to make up for this in the field, but... somehow I don't think that will be a problem.
<Swan White> You're very earnest, aren't you~

<Kenta> It's a bit hard for me not to be
<Kenta> Heh... even though I guess it gets me in trouble sometimes.
<Kenta> And don't worry, I'm fully prepared to do my best for you, MG and Japan!

Episode 2: Smut With Bache and Fluttershy

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For the first time in a while since Kenta became an adult, his apartment was full of life. Right now, in his living room, Bache, Fluttershy and Tifa sat on the floor playing some kind of card game.

When Kenta came back home, the girls were already in their nightclothes. And like most fashion preferred by women around here, 'nightclothes' was a very polite way of describing the slutwear the three of them had on right now.

The stacked pinkette caught his attention first, wearing black cat lingerie with a kitty-head shape cut out of the cleavage that granted direct line of sight to their tightly-packed depths, along with being a convenient paizuri window. She wore a side-tie thong and stockings with similarly-styled cat ears, as well as a chunky pink collar with a cat's bell. Just normal girl’s clothes!

Tifa lounged on the couch in a virgin-killer sweater, the skimpy garment also coming with a paizuri-window, but shaped like a heart this time. On a more modestly-proportioned girl it might have worked... but she was big and it was small: the entirety of her sides and back were bare, and her butt cleavage looked phenomenal. Other than that, she clearly had nothing on, Kenta couldn't see the waistband of any panties or anything.

And befitting her onahole-sized status, the lovely, unblemished Bache had slipped into a loose pink-and-red teddy with the shoulder straps slipping all the way down to her arms. Whenever it slipped enough to give a little flash of a baby-pink nipple, she tugged the front back up without bothering to fix the shoulders. White, thigh-high socks encased her legs.

Kenta greeted them with a bit of a tired smile, suddenly hoping he didn't smell like sex. "Hey, I'm home."

And of course the girls perked up immediately when he came in, dashing forwards like a pack of hungry animals... His mind went straight to the gutter for all of a moment before he realized they hadn’t had dinner yet and were just expecting him to feed them. As he watched Fluttershy and Tifa’s chests heaving about right under his nose, he did idly think about how much meat it took to grow bodies like that at their ages...

But hey, here they were, eager to see him for whatever reason, genuinely interested in asking him about his day. It felt nice.

Actually, it was more like the sight was enough to make a normal man burst into grateful tears. Kenta had to try just to keep it together and fielded their questions as best as he could, all while attempting to dodge around what he was actually doing with Director Swan after class. He figured his new boss was upset enough at him already.

Once he was finally able to pry himself away from the soft, warm mountains of Fluttershy and Tifa’s breasts - in basically nothing and enveloping him from both sides - Kenta dashed to the bedroom.

He needed to get changed fast so he could get to work on feeding three very hungry mouths... and himself too!

Quickly tossing off his work clothes, Kenta slipped into a more comfortable tanktop and shorts, he got to work on dinner.

It was harder to navigate the kitchen with the spectators, but eventually noodles, fried beef and vegetables of all kinds all made their way onto the table in big, steaming bowls and he was ready to call the girls in.

Kenta just hoped his cooking would be enough for them: he took some pride in his skill, but he’d never actually cooked for anyone but himself before.

“Dinner’s up!” he called, whereupon a trio of inquisitive faces were soon poking around the corner of the doorway.

Once seated, the girls looked skeptically at their food. Tifa looked like she could, and would, eat anything, but Fluttershy and Bache were a little bit more hesitant. And could he blame them? Would anyone trust a bachelor's cooking right out the gate?

But whether they liked it or not, Kenta had already resigned to enjoying the evening. After a long day at the school and Mighty Guard, teaching and training respectively, this was his first opportunity in a good long while to sit down, crack open a beer and relax. And students or not, the scantily-clad sexpots all around him just added further to an already very pleasant atmosphere.

Kenta smiled as he started to dig in to his food.

“Go on, it’s good. I promise.”

The girls picked up their chopsticks, looked down at their food... and nervously started to eat.

... Until the first taste, that was. Fluttershy scooped up some noodles on her chopsticks and forced them into her mouth, wincing in preparation. And then she squealed. She beamed. Her eyes shot wide open and love hearts bubbled up over her eyes.

"Sho... Shoo goooohhhddd!" she groaned, hands on her cheeks, squirming in her seat. Her expression reminded him of Sunset's face a few hours back. Deftly, the pinkette picked up her bowl with both hands and began shovelling it all into her face. Bache and Tifa reeled, unable to believe what they were seeing, before eagerly diving into their food alongside her.

Soon, the girls all ate like slobs, shoveling food into their mouths, upending their bowls, barely stopping to wipe their faces in-between bites. When all three bowls came down with a clatter, they looked on at Kenta with renewed admiration.

"That was amazing!" groaned Tifa, rubbing her little paunch. The other girls heartily agreed.

Kenta beamed in pride on hearing the girls' praise, but tried to stay as modest as he reasonably could. It was just the thing they needed after the trauma of the alien attack on the school, not to mention losing their dorm building. He was simply happy to be able to provide it to them.

Of course he had no idea how attached any of them had been to their dorm rooms, but surely it would have been a large part of their identities, wouldn’t it? Having that sort of thing ripped away in an instant couldn't have felt good. He just hoped Celestia was able to save as much as she could.

Dishes rattled their way into the sink. Leftovers were stored away for tomorrow. After-dinner drinks were dispersed.

And then, finally, Kenta collapsed onto the floor in the living room. He leaned back against his couch, soaking in the rest of the evening's ambience in the company of the three girls.

They soon came in, chatting between themselves about something or another, and it felt nice just listening to them talk. They seemed lively and the whole evening was calming, putting a smile on Kenta's face as he sank further into the couch’s cushion.

Soon, Tifa brought out a pack of cigarettes and offered them to the other girls, both of whom eagerly accepted one. They took up residence on the couch, puffing out smoke through their mouths and noses, sighing contentedly at the flavour.

Fluttershy got her hands on the remote and timidly suggested they watch cartoons. Tifa and Bache clearly had other preferences, but the brunette was too full of food to voice them, and the blonde was paying more attention to Kenta. So Fluttershy got her colourful kid's shows, soon crawling closer and closer to the TV.

Bache, meanwhile, sat on the edge of the couch, dangling a foot over Kenta's prone body. She bounced her leg on her other knee, grazing his chest every now and then, but looked so absorbed in the show that it all seemed to be an accident.

It was while some broad moralizing about being nice to your friends had Fluttershy and Tifa's full attention, however, that Bache dropped her foot directly onto Kenta's crotch, and left it there. Looking up, he saw a rather gleeful expression on the little girl's face as she started rubbing her foot around the crotch of his pants in slow circles, giving very light, soft stomps to the sleeping titan deep within. She flopped her tongue out at him even as her eyes glowed with barely-contained lust.

She glanced over to Tifa and Fluttershy, then brought her other foot around, nimbly tugging his shorts down with her tiny toesies. And when that huge, hot cock came out into view, the pint-sized young lady took a nice, long drag of her cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray, rubbing her hands together. "Ufufu..."

And yet Kenta remained oblivious. Idly preoccupied with the TV, he let his mind wander to idle thoughts... like was it really okay to let his students smoke like chimneys right in front of him? It just happened so naturally that he assumed that this was just something normal for them, so he didn’t exactly feel it was necessary to leap to say anything.

Plus, the view was pretty sexy.

And as he thought about how sexy they looked, and his member slowly but surely throbbed to life beneath Bache’s foot, Kenta became aware of her rubbing and poking at it. He shot his blonde student a surprised, accusatory glance, trying not to say anything to bother the two other girls focused on the television.

It wasn't much of a protest seeing as how the devilish brat responded by fishing out his cock. Despite everything, the thick member was at half-mast already, blatantly betraying Kenta's lusts and saying everything Bache needed to hear.

And all the while it continued to rise, throbbing and jerking as heat emanated into her foot.

Bache leaned forward on the couch, a difficult move for a lady so short. She slid forwards and suddenly lost her spot, dropping off the edge of the couch and into his lap. "Ah!"

But her surprise only lasted until she realized she'd landed on his thighs. Then she threw herself forwards, wrapping both her small hands around his big, fat prick, sinking soft fingers into his steely shaft. She gave it a few experimental pumps, and then whooped with joy when it squirted semen at her.

"What are you doing?" Kenta whispered, eyes darting between her, his cock, and the other two girls.

"Mmm?" she asked, suddenly casting a withering glance in his direction, as if she was just here for the cock and anything else was a distraction.

She did a very familiar gesture next, one he'd seen child-like characters in TV shows and games do plenty of times, innocently plapping her fingertip on her chubby cheek and shooting her eyes off into space. "Gee, I dunno, miiii~iiister... Maybe I'm wondering why Celestia would put us under the same roof as a big, nasty pervert...”

She kept pumping his dick with her other hand as she teased him, the lewd, loud splat-splat noises of semen gathering under his foreskin drawing the attention of the other two girls. The cartoon aimed at children continued blaring in the background as Fluttershy and Tifa just stared with their mouths open.

"That - ... I'm not -”

“... With a dirty thick cock...”

“... It - it's not - "

“... That makes so much stinky semen~ ♪"

Kenta tried his best to object, but the rapid fire obscenities spilling from Bache's mouth kept him off-balance. Well, that and her deliciously tiny hand pumping his warm, throbbing rod. If he hadn’t seen the paperwork stating she was 18 with his own eyes, he probably wouldn’t believe it.

"I-I don't think... that's nnh~... why Miss Celestia put you all here..." And almost as if to throw this argument out the window, that was when precum began to leak from the tip of his cock, streaming down the underside to spill over Bache's fingers. He kept his hands by his sides regardless, twitching but otherwise paralyzed as he looked down at the miniature devil straddling his thighs.

Finally he tore his vision away from that little bitch to see Tifa and Fluttershy staring. They just watched their classmate playing with his cock, unable to tear their eyes away but not saying anything either... adding further to the strangeness of the scene.

He didn’t know what to do. Shouldn’t he spare them this obscene sight? But despite how on display he was, neither girl seemed to mind... and being stared at like such a spectacle felt anything but bad. In fact, his cock just stood even more proudly at attention under their gazes, twitching and leaking all the more. Kenta just loved every touch, brush and stroke Bache’s smooth, delicate fingers gave him.

He let out a ragged, shuddering breath.

Bache started fisting him harder and faster, leaning over him. She opened her mouth and rolled her tongue out, waggling it back and forth directly over his cock.

Pushing a strand of hair back behind her ear, Bache swilled her saliva in her mouth. Then, she slowly began to drool, pushing out a long, gooey strand of saliva, which fell to spatter on his cock. Rather than breaking off, however, it coiled around, piled up, then started running down the sides of his member.

Satisfied he was slick enough, Bache started fisting him harder. And fuck but the difference was immediately noticeable! Her drool all over his cock made her hand much slippier, with much naughtier slaps and splurts. It also felt a whole fuck of a lot better having a greased hand flurrying along his cock.

This... was an advanced technique. Bache really was a brat!

"Bache..." murmured Tifa, "Wow, you're... you're good at that..."

Tifa was right. She was good at that.

Fluttershy squeaked and just nodded. Neither of them raised a peep to stop her.

Bache was fisting him hard and fast now, relentlessly pumping her teacher's dick. "Hey... Are you gonna cum...? You'll have to do it in my hand, kay~? As long as you've got such a stupidly-big dick, my pussy's too small..."

"Aren't you ashamed, having such a big, nasty thing? Ufufu~ This is one perverted cock...!"

"P - perv - ..." His voice came out in pants, caked in lust. "It's pretty - nh... obvious I'm not the only one..."

The sensation of her slippery hand around him was otherworldly, causing Kenta's hips to buck, grinding into that mesugaki’s fast-paced stroking like no tomorrow. How the hell was she so good at something like this? It was like she was specifically made to be as lewd as humanly possible.

His muscles tightened up and his back arched. He’d given up on resisting, not since Tifa and Fluttershy had settled in for the sex show. Bache was just manhandling him, and they loved it.

And the brat herself... He had to admit he was curious how far she’d go. She seemed attracted to their difference in height and weight, enjoying playing with a man so much bigger than her... and the act of making him shiver from her touches.

In any normal dynamic, she’d have been the bitch and he’d have dominated her. But this was certainly not a normal dynamic. Bache was a very bad girl, and Kenta had lost control over the situation.

And speaking of losing control of things... that was exactly when Fluttershy and Tifa came in for a closer look! His first hint was the sound of the TV abruptly being switched off, which at least made sense... His panicked mind considered the possibility that Fluttershy and Tifa had finally decided to give them some privacy, and were hurrying out of the room to let Kenta and Bache fuck like monkeys in peace.

He felt like it was rude to force them out, but he didn't really have a choice.

But he couldn’t have been more wrong if he’d tried. Instead, he was startled all over again when he heard two thumps, and saw the girls had dropped down on either side of them to watch. They stared quietly, exchanging looks with Bache, who just puffed herself up even more in response to the audience.

"Heheh... Watch this,” she teased, giving the head of his cock a few little licks that made the other girls coo in appreciation. They gasped, fingers to their lips, both their bitch-pussies dripping in anticipation of what Bache would do next.

And she felt like it was time for the killing blow. So she leaned back, grinning at them, then opened her mouth wide and rolled her tongue over and around her juicy, soft lips. “Ooooh... He looks so ready to pop. Just wait till I... Ahhnnn!”

Kenta had stopped her. Finally plucking up the presence of mind to act, he raised a shaking hand. He thrust his fingers into Bache’s hair suddenly, making the cutie squirm in surprise as he explored her silky tresses.

But her surprise only lasted for a second... then she was cooing and leaning into his touch, rubbing her cheek on his palm as she jacked him off. Kenta groaned as he thrust into the distracted Bache’s hand, using the opportunity for the thing he’d been hungering for all this time.

By the time she realized she’d missed her chance to torture him further, it was already too late. Kenta was cumming. His moans made her whip her focus back to him, but the satisfied sounds of an orgasming man were already filling the room. She scowled, squeezing his cock, but it was already too late.

Cum bubbled up like a volcano about to blow - Kenta’s thick, hot cock jerking against Bache's hand, bobbing with her sped-up rhythm. He tilted his head back, pushing into the couch cushions behind him as he came.

A large, white jet of thick semen shot straight up, clearing Kenta's head with the sheer force of his ejaculation. Bache leaned forwards, his hand in her hair pulled along the ride, about to shove her face up in his his to say something snippy, but - instead, Kenta did the only thing that made sense at that moment. With semen pouring out of his cock, making a mess, what was there to do really but find a convenient hole to drain his balls into? And he had one right here in his hand.

He tightened his grip on Bache’s hair and pulled that bitch down. Suddenly, with a gasp, she found her lips wrapped around the tip of her teacher’s big, veiny daddy-dick. And with her held in place, Kenta felt a great release and relief... and began gushing geysers of semen into Bache’s mouth. She gurgled and groaned as a torrent of semen flowed into her little body.

Sure, one jet hit her face... but after that it was a dedicated act of jizz-swallowing like no other, Bache lewdly yawning her mouth open, lashing his cock with her tongue, and swallowing like crazy. The next gush, and all the ones after, hit the back of her throat. With some help from Kenta she got her face screwed onto the end of his cock and got to work noisily guzzling, making even more of a ruckus than she had at dinner.

Now her stomach had two meals he'd prepared inside it.

Bache smeared her lipstick all up and down his pole as she sucked him off, groaning and holding her belly as his cum violated her and poured into her. She raised her ass, angling her upper body down, swallowing... swallowing... swallowing...

When she was finally done, and he was finally drained, Bache slumped back against the couch, exhausted but grinning.

Kenta slumped too, panting and sweating, keeping his head limp on the cushion. He glanced over to Bache, wondering if she was upset at him for grabbing her head like that... but she’d had it coming to her, right? If you’re going to talk down to your teacher like that, you have to be expecting some kind of comeuppance.

This was just like nothing any other teacher would ever have in store for. Kenta looked over at her with a glance that tried to ask 'what have we learned' like one would do with a child who just did something they knew they shouldn't have.

Fluttershy and Tifa shared a nervous look, right up until Fluttershy took a deep breath. Then, with the room wordlessly watching, the pinkette titty-monster drew a few tissues from the box beside the couch to nervously dab at Kenta’s cock with. Of course, the feeling of Fluttershy's hands suddenly on his sensitive cock caused another jolt of cum to rush out. When it twitched and shot cum at her instead, the massive-breasted babe squealed and hid behind the couch.

"Oh. Uh. S-Sorry about that." He took the tissues himself and cleaned it off, Bache's lipstick smudging around and not really wiping away entirely.

It was a little weird to have the girls around him, watching him do that. But the warmth they radiated felt nice and Kenta was a little too tired to properly complain. Instead, he just let his dick twitch as he rested there, figuring putting it away was a bit too much effort.

Plus, it kinda felt nice to just be out like that.

Tifa wiped her face with the back of her hand, still a little dumbfounded. And cock-shocked. Mostly cock-shocked. Kenta's equipment looked appetizing.

"Geez, Bache... Look at the mess you made... Hmph..." She pressed a fingertip to her forehead, looking like she was thinking things over.

"Well, we need to clean the carpet. And Mister Tadashii can't go to bed like this."

Bache sat up, the smile on her face sliding off slightly. "Whaaat~? Come on, it was just fun~ Let's go to bed already and do even more lewd stufffff~"

Tifa, on the other hand, was already standing, and helping Kenta up beside her. She gave him a pat on the butt, guiding him towards the shower, while fetching a mop and bucket for bratty little Bache. "Sorry about this, sir. Would you feel better if Fluttershy and I helped you scrub up a bit?"

"Eep," came that voice from behind the couch again.

Kenta seemed a bit confused at Tifa's apology, seeing as she didn't really have anything to apologize for. Though the way it came out made him think that defusing situations with Bache was something that they were used to doing. It's why he didn't protest when she shoved a mop and bucket into the tiny walking onahole's hands.

The offer she presented was pretty appealing, though. Looking at her basically-nothing outfit didn't help matters either, as his dick started to climb again. It could be relaxing as hell, and that pat on his butt had sent his dick bouncing up all the faster.

But... something about Fluttershy’s response gave him pause. Tifa had just volunteered her like that, but did she actually want to help with that? He shook his head.

"I think I’ve already had enough excitement for one night... And don’t worry about apologizing. I probably should have stopped her myself." Kenta looked back at Fluttershy and gave a bit of an awkward chuckle. "Plus, I'm not going to make anyone do something they don't wanna. I’ll be fine.”

Even though they were all basically sex on legs, they all seemed like nice, helpful girls. Kenta felt glad he got to be their teacher.

"Aww," said Fluttershy and Tifa, but neither of them pressed the issue. Soon the mess was cleaned up and the three girls all went to the shower.

It was impossible to not want to listen at the door, of course. All three of them were in there together, laughing and playing together. Lots of lewd moaning from voices he easily recognized as Fluttershy and Tifa, while Bache just cackled and kept saying things like "Take this!" and "There!" Seemed like he wasn't the only overendowed bimbo getting groped and molested tonight.

A little after brushing their teeth, the three girls gathered in the doorway to his bedroom and called goodnight to Kenta, before they all climbed into his bed, squeezing to make them all fit. That left Kenta to shower himself, and then get comfy on the couch.

What a day this had turned out to be. Sex with Mai and Sunset, a handjob from Bache... and sexual propositions from at least two more girls. It'd be nice to have a normal day sooner or later, but it didn't seem in the cards for him.

But for the time being, all he could do was throw himself into bed, or onto the couch in today’s case, and finally get some rest.

... Which made it all the more amusing when, closing his eyes, he immediately heard more giggling and moaning coming from his bedroom. Tifa, Fluttershy and Bache all seemed like they were having a good time in his room and he wasn't about to interrupt them. He just assumed that they'd probably settle down after doing whatever it was that girls got up to in their spare time.

Who was he kidding? They were probably fucking. He silently prayed for his sheets.

Kenta sank his head into his pillow and stared up at the ceiling. Without even meaning to, his mind wandered to Sunset. Hopefully Swan hadn’t been too hard on her. Sure, it had been worth it, but maybe next time he could pick a better time and place.

The last thing he wanted to do was inconvenience her. When she said that she had wanted to be romanced, it did a really weird thing to his heart. Falling for a student was probably not a good idea. Breaking her heart was probably a worse idea, though.

"..."

The sounds of moaning bled through his walls. Wow, they were really going at it, huh? Kenta turned onto his side and closed his eyes to try to get some rest. Tomorrow was going to be another day, and he wasn't about to let anyone down because he was too tired to do his job.

Eventually, he drifted off to sleep, his mind filled with red and yellow.

---

Fluttershy slowly opened her eyes in a bed that wasn't her own. The drawn curtains filtered in just a small sliver of pale early morning light into the messy room of her teacher.

She needed to pee.

She lay there for a moment, hoping the urge would go away or she’d fall back asleep... before finally growling inwardly and giving up. Nice and warm as this bed was, and as packed as she was between her besties, she needed to get up.

Tifa and Bache were still asleep, the lewd little brat bunched up against Tifa's chest and spooning it like she was the most innocent little kid in the world. Fluttershy supposed that Bache was 'innocent' in her own way and mentally chided herself for thinking what she did. Having her chest attacked like that so much, by someone who didn’t know or care how to make a girl feel good, was just a little frustrating.

Mr. Tadashii, on the other hand, would probably do a much better job...

As soon as she thought that, she blushed and swiftly mentally packed it away. There’d be time for idle musings like that later.

Slowly and carefully as to not wake her two sleeping classmates, Fluttershy made her way to the edge of the bed and slipped out, toes touching the cold floor. She tiptoed out of the bedroom to make her way to the bathroom. She stopped to look out at the living room, watching the way little motes of dust caught the light and danced around over various objects. The television, the table, the couch, Mr. Tadashii's cock...

She pursed her lips.

It was just standing straight up through the hole in her teacher's boxers as he slept, his covers having been apparently thrown off during the night. Fluttershy gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. She stifled the sound immediately, not wanting to wake the others.

She should have just went to the bathroom like she was going to and then gone back into the room, but...

Fluttershy cursed herself again. She almost had a chance at it last night. Bache even broke the ice in that careless way that she always did, but right as she took the initiative and reached out, she panicked at the last second. Why was she so afraid? She'd have to get over it eventually, right?

After another glance back at the bedroom door, she weighed the options in her mind and chewed on her bottom lip. Mr. Tadashii was asleep, right? So it's not like anything could happen...

Taking the tiniest steps that she could muster with her ridiculously buxom frame, Fluttershy crept over to the couch and daintily sat on her knees with her face in front of her teacher's waist. She stared, transfixed, at teacher’s rock-solid tool.

God, she could feel the heat of it hitting her in the face, causing little bubbles to boil up in her brain.

Slowly, carefully, Fluttershy leaned in, pressing her huge, soft breasts against the couch and bringing her face within inches of Mr. Tadashii's turgid cock. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath in through her nose, the smell causing her body to twitch involuntarily. There was a wet, squishing sound beneath the thong pressing against her puffy mound.

A little whine came from her throat as she rolled her hips. It wasn't fair. How in the world could someone like that little brat get this and not her?

Fluttershy reached up with a shaky finger, placing it on the tip of her teacher's dick and squishing it in. She rubbed his cockslit back and forth as she stared longingly at him, at his huge, long, thick, older male cock.

A bead of precum forced its way up and out, staining her finger. The smell, already overwhelming to her teen senses, grew even more intoxicating. She was starting to feel drunk.

Fluttershy pulled Kenta’s dick downwards with that same finger before letting it go. His cock stiffly sprung back up.

She gasped. Her eyes darted to Mr. Tadashii's face.

Still asleep. She breathed a small sigh of relief.

Well... If he was such a heavy sleeper, Fluttershy figured, maybe she could take advantage of it? Glancing back at the door like Bache or Tifa might walk out any moment and catch her, she reached down to the hem of her nightgown and lifted, pulling it over her head and off, allowing her waist-hanging tits to rest free against the couch and her thighs.

She was being bad. She was a bad girl for doing this. And the more she thought about it, the more her plump nipples puffed up.

Slowly, she raised herself up higher on her knees, dragging her milky pillows over her teacher's midsection and enveloping his huge cock between their smooth, soft expanse. She almost came right there from the feeling of heat pouring into her chest from his bucking tool, and stifled a squeak.

Her ass thrust out behind her as her back curved.

Fluttershy started to rock back and forth, causing her breasts to wobble, gently dragging Mr. Tadashii's cock along between them. She felt her cleavage getting wetter and wetter and the sticky, muffled sound of fluids breaking through into the cool air.

Suddenly, she heard her teacher grunting in his sleep. His face scrunched.

She panicked all over again. For a long time, Fluttershy just knelt there, stock-still, with her teacher’s raging erection buried in masses of meaty teen titties. The sound of her breathing filled the room as made as the sound of her heart pounding filled her ears.

But he didn’t wake up. She sighed in relief. Slowly, not fully realizing what she was doing or why she wanted to do it, she reached a hand to his face and ran it over his cheek. She pushed her fingers through his hair as she cooed a soft, quiet reassurance: "Shhh, it's okay... just stay right there and I'll take good care of you~"

So bad.

Pushing her hands into the sides of the overflowing set of breasts engulfing her teacher's lap, Fluttershy began to speed up the pace. Her panties were soaked all the way through, now, clinging tightly to her labia and digging further in with each movement of her wide, lewd hips. A steady stream of liquid ran almost unabated down her legs and onto the carpet as she worked her wobbling chest over the huge fucking cock barely poking out of the top.

Mr. Tadashii finally groaned, and then Fluttershy felt it: all his hot, thick, juicy cum boiling up.

She’d done it. He was going to cum.

He was going to cum for her.

Blissfully, Fluttershy threw her head forwards. And for the second time tonight, Kenta had a teen’s mouth wrapped around his cock. Thirsty for cum, Fluttershy sealed her lips tightly around the head of her teacher's dick just as it started spurting... and when the hot, creamy, salty taste hit her tongue, her mind burst into thousands of little fireflies. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, her hips bucking in her own orgasm each time more and more of Mr. Tadashii slid down her throat.

Finally, the torrent stopped. Fluttershy let her cock go with a pop, leaning back with a sigh that caused her giant chest to wobble. She was leaking milk freely now, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Mr. Tadashii was still asleep with a blissful look on his face. Almost as blissful as the one she had.

She admired her handiwork as she licked her lips, before picking up her gown and slipping it back on over her head, wrestling it over her sperm-soaked tits.

She hurried to the bathroom, feeling like a bad, bad little brat. Her pussy smouldered between plump thighs.

She wanted more.

---

When Kenta awoke next morning, what else would it be to but the cutesy warbles of children's cartoon programming. Fluttershy's favourite early morning cartoon was on, which seemed to involve a mini-skirted heroine in high heels with a thong jammed right up her crotch spinning around and dancing a lot to defeat the badguys. Whenever she did her magic pose and thrust her hand in the air, Fluttershy followed along, with all the endless chest-bouncing that having such a perfect fuckdoll body entailed.

When she wasn't held raptly watching the screen, she shovelled sugary cereal into her mouth... in other words, Fluttershy was in heaven right now. She blushed and waved cutely when she noticed him waking up.

"Did you sleep well, sir?"

Getting the girls dressed and out the door was no mean feat, but Kenta and the three hussies were soon on their way to school.

That encounter, carefree, silly and oversexed as fuck as it was, rather set the tone for the next week of Kenta's life.

Episode 2: Smut with Terezi

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Shit, shit, shit! Kenta was running late again... It was that darn Celestia's fault, frankly, always wanting to tease him around her office, flirting over some insignificant - yet highly naughty - subject or another. In this case she’d been asking for suggestions for a new swimsuit for the girls around the school - clicking through scandalous imagery on her desktop with one hand while doodling away in a notepad with the other. Most of what she free-hand sketched was nothing more than a few thin lines of pen drawn across cartoonishly overabundant stick figures with stupidly-oversized balloon breasts. He probably wouldn’t have even recognized them as swimsuits if not for how closely said diagrams lined up with the principal’s Barbie doll figure.

Well... thankfully today's class didn't require a lot of prep... they were doing a favourite of that perverted principal's: yoga! In fact, perhaps the more responsible of his students had already gotten the class started without him...

That gave him an idea. Since they'd probably already started by now, he'd be fine taking a shortcut through the girl's changing rooms... which would surely be totally deserted! And he definitely wasn’t cutting through the change rooms while thinking about all of his students in those absolutely slutty outfits, wet and jiggling... pushing their massive tits together, looking at him with those lidded eyes and fuck-plush lips...

"Dammit, if it wasn't for that horny woman..." Kenta muttered under his breath as he slipped into the changing rooms. Like he wasn’t just as much at fault as Celestia for dragging their little cock-teasing session out!

Dammit Celestia! What kind of headmistress was like that, anyways?

The changing rooms were quiet as he gently closed the door behind him. It almost felt like he was doing something taboo in taking a brief detour. How crazy was that? What did he even have to be concerned about? He was their teacher after all, and everything between the group was pretty much shared, anyway, right? They've all come so far since that very first awkward day in the showers.

The day that he and Terezi had accidentally...

Frustrated, Kenta bit his lip and shook out the memory. Celestia's teasing always did a number on his head(s). After a brief session of psyching himself up, he began walking again, eager to get to the gym and help assist his students. Yoga. No problem.

"Eyes forward, Kenta... your girls need you."

Slipping into the change rooms, Kenta closed the door behind him, then turned and faced the room... So far, so good.

Except no. Because 20+ young, healthy, attractive bitches with hormones a-popping were all staring back at him in various stages of undress. Miniskirts hanging around thighs, bare breasts swinging as girls fussed with their shoes... a female paradise of pure, unrestrained bliss. It was the spectacle he'd avoided thinking about every day since he'd first become a teacher here.

So they weren't done dressing yet, then.

Kenta's bravado almost immediately died in his throat. He got out a slight choking noise and not a syllable more. So much for stealthily getting into the gym before his students noticed - he wasn't as late to class as he thought!

Where in the world does one put their view when completely and utterly surrounded by a whole room of hormonally overstuffed teens? To him, the answer seemed to be "everywhere" as his eyes darted from corner to corner, trying to find some kind of salvation while he searched for some sort of excuse for why he was in there in the first place.

Or at least it was until she called him out.

In the middle of the room, surrounded by buxom bitches on all sides, stood Terezi Pyrope. By far one of his most amply-proportioned students, the grey-skinned troll girl was as big and bouncy as ever, sunglasses and grin both a-sparkling with amusement as she stared her teacher down. She'd been one of the most undressed of all, sheer, skintight yoga pants only halfway up her thighs, the fat bulging swell of her totally bare pussy mound exposed between her legs. Her sports bra, black and white with a cleavage window you could drive a truck through, was still hanging off one arm so as to leave her dark-green nipples totally exposed. She laughed, making those milkers - each many times the size of her own head, it was a wonder her slender shoulders could hold them up! - sway and swing so much they clapped and plapped together.

She hoisted her pants slightly, covering maybe 1/10th of her drooling wet pussy as she looked him over. "... Need something, teach? H3h3h3h3h3h3~"

Terezi. Just one look at her ashen-toned body brought all of those memories of his first day flooding back. The way her body just accepted him in every way. The plush, wobbling of her huge tits, her pillowy ass and thighs, and how her cocksucking pussy just dragged his dick into her and hugged him tight as if giving him a proper hello. It was definitely a first impression that he tried his best to forget (when he wasn't dumping loads of spunk down the shower drain at the thought of it, at least).

Kenta could practically smell her fertility in the copious amounts of juices she was flooding. Shit. His cock throbbed in his pants, lurching to life.

But he knew he couldn't just stare at a teenaged troll girl's barely hidden pussy all day - he needed to give her an answer before his cover was blown!

"O-oh uh..." finally prying his eyes from her body, he straightened his back and tried to get into teaching mode. "Just making sure everyone was... ready for yoga! Class is about to start, after all."

It was a really lame excuse. Oh well. It was out there. If anything, the fact that he ended up in the changing room was a blessing, since he also needed to change. And it wasn’t like the girls hadn't seen him naked before, so it shouldn't be much of a problem to just quickly get ready in here as well.

Sighing through his nose as to not let on just how worked up he was, Kenta found a slightly less-used corner of the changing room and plopped his gym bag down onto a bench before lifting his shirt up over his chest. Cut abdominals, bulging arms and pecs came into view, a real smorgasbord of juicy flesh to rival any of these ladies, albeit dotted with scarring from a lifetime of training.

Surely he could get through this. Just think of it as another form of bonding.

But Kenta was crazy if he thought those girls were just going to let him get changed right in front of them without so much as a hoot or a holler. The relaxing of tensions between teacher and students over the last few months had made these hussies far more bold than he could have imagined and his undressing was accompanied by countless wolf whistles and cat-calling.

"Eeee, he's getting undressed again!"

"Come on, don't face the wall, Mr. Tadashii... You can show us your dong~!"

But they quickly shut up as more of his body came into view, as he committed himself to this course of action. Because the show... was very, very yummy. Pupils dilated, pussies grew moist, girls all around him began to huff, ovulate and fantasize about being beneath all that male power, just as God intended for them. Yes, if there was one word you could say about Kenta, then that word would be 'solid'. Almost as hard as steel and just as powerful, it was clear that his brutal regime had paid off.

And it only got better when his pants started coming off.

There was a brief moment before he got up the nerve to hook his thumbs into his pants and drop them to the floor, kicking them aside. A long, thick splatter of precum slung from the end of his half-hard beast of a cock, splashing onto the wood of the bench in the process. By now, he was almost blind to just how much dripping and pulsing he did on a daily basis - it was just a thing that he's had to learn to ignore, much like the swinging of his full nuts as he bent down to grab his gym shorts.

In that moment, if it wasn't for his shoes, he'd be completely naked in a room full of his students. Thankfully, it didn't last long since he put on his shorts and slipped into his tank top. Not exactly a combo for adequately hiding a massive bulging dick, but the red trunks were good for flexibility.

The only problem with this day was that he ended up stealing glances at Terezi the entire time.

She was still grinning. And while the other girls had mostly shushed up, Terezi looked like she still had something to say. “Ahem,” she began, clearing her throat, slinking closer bit by bit.

Needless to say, Kenta felt encouraged to get changed even faster. He bent over forwards to snatch his shorts off the ground... but he didn’t make it. He jumped as, suddenly, a slender, grey hand thrust between his hairy legs to wrap tightly around that pulsing demon of a daddycock. More of her shrill, bullying laughter rang in his ears as Terezi gripped him very capably and started pumping his cock with her fist. It wasn't anything ladylike... this was like how you'd milk a cow!

And little by little, that prophecy of ‘milking’ became more and more true. Kenta moaned suddenly, his cry filling the air, and then there it was... Terezi’s efforts bore fruit as a long, thick stream of precum squirted from the throbbing head of his overly-virile shaft, audibly soaking the floor, bench, and Terezi as she pumped her fist over the length.

"Hey, teach... Are you really gonna do yoga class with a boner? You want a little help wringing one out first?" She squeezed his cock until the veins bulged, and when she abruptly let him go to taunt him further it was left bouncing and swinging like crazy between his legs.

Obviously he didn’t like that. When she let go of him his hips moved on reflex, bucking at the sudden absence of stimulation. His firm ass tightened and his back straightened up as a low grumble escaped his throat.

He bit his lip in frustration. Vulnerable, horny frustration, his bare ass exposed to the class, his raging erection lurching and pumping out stick rivulets of cum between his legs. Dammit, these girls... were they really all this perverted? What was he even supposed to do about this...? Any attempt to confront them would just end with them goading him into something even more depraved!

Really, this was Celestia’s fault in the first place for getting his cock jumping around in his pants. With a clearer head this would have been no problem, but she and everything around her seemed primed to get red-blooded males erect and oozing cum by the gallon.

Oh well. If Terezi was going to be like this, then he'd just have to scold her to get her back in line.

Yanking his shorts up the rest of the way and stuffing his dick into them, he turned to the bitchy little troll girl with a look that would have probably been quite stern... if he hadn’t also been eye-fucking her within an inch of her life, gaze torturing him with every glimpse of soft, fleshy comfort her curves promised. God, what the hell was with her outfit, today? That couldn't be the standard Bakunyuu dress code, could it? Hell, who even knew, considering that perv of a headmistress.

"Yeah, yeah, I bet you'd like to watch that, wouldn't you?" Raising a hand to her chest, he cocked his middle finger with his thumb and flicked her huge, stiff nipple, sending her udders wobbling in response. "Enough screwing around. Time to get to the gym."

“Hmmmmm?” asked Terezi.

Guh. That wasn’t right. She should just be jumping to attention when he told her what’s what. But here she was, bending over forwards, letting those fat, heavy tits hang.

“Hmmmmmmm?”

"Whatcha gonna do with that thing, teach?" she asked with another cackle.

He finally noticed her eyes were downcast. And when he looked down as well, it was obvious why. Well... where else would a healthy, red-blooded, heterosexual female be looking right now but at that dangling thick thing?

In turning around, Kenta had nothing done short of swinging that raging hard hot-rod of a cock around to poke directly at Terezi’s belly and below, predominantly, in fact, directly at her womb. Almost like it was trying to get inside and fuck her pregnant like her body so obviously and lewdly craved. She stared back at it as the tip thumped against her firm abdomen, hand on her hip, grinning.

She raised her hands to the side of her head, sniggered, then thrust her hips, audibly smacking her abs against his dong.

It pushed Kenta over the edge. With a messy splurt his cock fired... a fuckload, a torrential gush of sticky, smelly white cum across Terezi's body, soaking her bare thighs, her belly, the undersides of her tits. A little got on her cheek for all of a second before licked it clean off. Fireworks went off behind her eyes as the addictive substance slathered her skin.

Kenta stumbled back against the wall, muscled chest rapidly rising and falling. He glared at the stubborn troll in front of him.

"That... That’s enough screwing around. Come on, let’s go!” He stumbled, nearly slipped in cock-cream, and ended up clapping his hands determinedly. It seemed to finally be enough to get the big-reared bimbo into gear.

"Fine," she shot back, tugging her yoga pants up over her sperm-splattered thighs, dragging her top down over her dripping tits. She smelled like semen, or like a well-fucked bitch - the stink of his seed all over her body just made him want to add to it.

But as Kenta’s schlong was throbbing back to life, Terezi was already turning and hip-swaying out of there.

Soon, the girls were on the mats, the twisted events of the changing room all but forgotten. It was as if they had never happened. As soothing music piped through the gym, all these absolute baby-making bombshells worked hard on their yoga positions, contorting and twisting into various shapes for their father figure's amusement. How nice.

And Terezi was really leading the pack.

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Position. Hold. Breathe. Release. Position. Hold. Breathe. Release.

It was a steady rhythm that was supposed to calm and center the mind, so just the thing for a man doing his best to focus on leading his girls through the class... but fuck, nobody could be expected to keep their mind focused with a big, throbbing hard-on tenting their shorts. Every time he tried to put the events of the locker room out of his mind, he'd take one glance at Terezi, wet and covered in a mixture of sweat and his jizz and feel his stiffy getting even stiffer.

Position. Hold. Breathe. Release. Position. Hold. Breathe. Release.

It really wasn't helping that his cock was practically slipping out of his clothes at every other opportunity. It suddenly felt so uncomfortable, and... weighty... down there. It didn’t help he couldn’t tune his thoughts away from how he had basically glazed the troll thot up for use and then walked away.

What was with her today? Sure, Terezi liked to push his buttons, but this was different. That outfit looked painted on such that he couldn’t help but stare, ultra-tight yoga pants and sports bra doing nothing to conceal the shape of her ass and chest. She might as well have naked over there. And, to make matters worse, those fat fucking nips of hers hadn’t deflated an inch! They sat as stiff as ever, high and wobbly atop those squishy grey mounds of excessively jiggly fat. Did any of this even register to her?

Kenta squeezed his eyes closed. He couldn't think about that right now. Class. Teach. Go.

Position. Hold. Breathe. Release. Position. Hold. Breathe. Release.

'Just get through the class and then go somewhere and release all this tension', Kenta kept thinking to himself. By this point, he was sorely wondering if he would be able to make it through the whole day.

Unfortunately for Kenta, Terezi's playing around wasn't over yet. This became blatantly clear as he was patrolling through the throng of girls, checking postures and positions as he went. The current exercise had them all on their backs with their legs in the air... a position he'd already seen plenty of them in outside of the class.

Throb. Surge. Leak. Whoops, not the thing he should be thinking about right now.

But just as he was thinking it would be easy to just tug his pants down and climb on top of any one of them, he cried out as he suddenly felt his legs out from under him!

“G - Gaargh!” Kenta fell straight to the floor, landing on top of... Terezi! She’d stuck her leg out suddenly and tripped him up!

... Directly onto her chest. The troll cackled like a witch as he fell face-first between those truly colossal melons, swaying them around to tug him this way and that. He groaned as she manipulated him with nothing but her teenage troll udders, soon feeling his cock throbbing and leaking yet more precum straight through the material of his shorts and down onto the mat right in front of Terezi's spread legs.

"Terezi, I swear, if you don't - "

“H3h3h3h3!”

Resigned, with no alternative, Kenta lammed his hands onto her rack. He immediately worked on extricating himself before his cock leaked any further. When his head finally found its way out of its gray, marshmallow prison and he righted himself up onto his knees, the head of his bulge scraped against the troll's barely-contained pussy, leaving a long and thick line of juices between them as their burning organs said a brief hello.

But she still wasn’t done. The second Kenta got out, Terezi used her position on her back to stretch her legs apart... fanning them as close to 180 degrees as she could get. A very casual leg spread that saw her yoga pants become as tight as could fucking be, the white material straining over the swell of her crotch actually turning slightly greyer as the tone of her flesh showed through from beneath.

Stickiness, and a ripe smell, abounded as she stretched her legs out to either side and pointed her womanhood straight at his raging hard-on.

"Hey, mister... Stop staring and help me out, why don't you? I can't get my legs all the way apart... I bet you can help, yeah? H3h3h3!"

This was really getting out of hand. Kenta's vision was going a bit hazy at the smell and stimulation, and he felt like if he didn't get a handle on things, he'd end up doing something he might regret soon... Terezi was just pushing all of his buttons. He could only handle so much, after all. If this kept up, he'd have to discipline her. Just grab her and pull her thin little pants down and spank her fat, wobbling ass before filling her womb wi-

Suddenly, Kenta realized that he had been staring at the troll teen's green little twat, right through her flimsy little excuse for yoga pants. Fuck.

“Right. Spread. Of... Of course...”

He gulped. “Ooookay, here I come...”

With a deep breath to calm himself - that ended up just making him shudder and drip even more - Kenta placed his firm hands on her thighs, his fingers sinking into her abundant flesh.

"You have to relax more... a-and just... pull your legs..."

With a strong press, he spread Terezi’s legs as wide as they could go.

Making her more and more bare as the material became more and more sheer. He instinctively moved his hips forward, bulge pressing against her fat mound without even realizing it.

Terezi watched for a moment, dull-eyed. She realized Kenta was still doing his best to not sexually assault her, mostly sticking to using his hands on her legs, even while what she really wanted was for him to just get that big fucking muscular body on top of her. She was a big girl by most standards so guys bigger than her were few and far between to say the least... and the fact Kenta was so much bigger than her had her basically all-but-ovulating right there, and dropping her eggs wasn’t far off. She’d been salivating over his body since the moment she’d first seen him!

God help a girl who wanted to be crushed under masculine power, goddammit! A girl like her was the most kind of aggressive, demanding bottom Kenta could possibly encounter, short of perhaps Sunset herself... although whereas Sunny would just demand things directly it was more in this brat’s nature to tease, torment and bewitch.

"Come on... You can do better than that!"

Terezi finally got bored of waiting. She hooked her other leg around behind Kenta and tugged inwards with all her strength, throwing him directly on top of her. As she did the splits on her back, he was now right over her... his head by one of her feet, his feet by her other. She fanned her hands out on his back and grinned as she reveled in the feeling of being properly crushed.

Her blind eyes might have widened instinctively behind those glasses at that moment as she felt his rock-hard dick in his pants against her mound... but she quickly took control of the situation again, rubbing back against him, teasing the thin fabric of her pants even thinner. With no panties on her or boxers on him, the barriers between them were so thin as to be virtually non-existent, and she trilled as she felt semen leaking into her nethers. Her pussy, spread wide open as she stretched her legs, swallowed dollop after dollop of the cum being poured directly into her. She thrust her hips against him again, and that trickle soon became a burst pipe. "Ooouuuh... Mmmm..."

"W - Wai - "

As Kenta felt his tightly-wrapped cock slide straight into Terezi he whited out for a second, the pleasure through his throbbing organ but shorting out his brain. Her pussy bit down on him hard, squeezing his cock like it was born to do, and he just moaned and began to thrust in response. He was cumming again in no time, blast after blast of cum pouring through his shorts and her pants, right into the hungry pussy ferociously clinging to him. His hips shook as he held onto her, desperately seeking stability.

He continued pumping his hips, causing her fat gray pussy mound to squish delightfully around the base of his cock as he pushed down. His eyes rolled upwards slowly, momentarily losing focus in the pleasure as he mindlessly grabbed hold of her thighs.

Silly little girl, she was supposed to be spreading her legs right now, not wrapping them around his waist. With a forceful yank, he pulled her thighs apart, bringing himself closer to her as he stretched her legs outward and upward, pressing his huge, muscular body down on top of the relatively tiny thot, engulfing her in his sweat and heat while his hips kept on pumping.

"Nnnghhh-" Biting his lip, Kenta kept filling her clinging little hole with cock while helping her legs stretch out as far as they could go. Wasn't he supposed to be doing something else right now?

"Ghh... ghh... ghhghkk..." Terezi was similarly beside herself, both of them equally helpless in the face of so much sexual pleasure. His tormented expression was mirrored by hers, her teeth grit and bubbles of spit passing out of the corner of her mouth. She didn't stop twisting her hips for a second though, as if scratching the savagely-aching itch between her thighs, deep inside her body, was the only thing that could cure the onset of her discomfort.

Kenta and Terezi both writhed together like for a good, long moment. Maybe 30 seconds in all. And when the panting pair finally recovered enough to raise their heads, it was because the smell of wet pussies were pouring into their noses from all around.

Like, fuck. When Kenta looked up? Every last pair of eyes around them was rooted to the spot where his and Terezi's bodies were connected, many of the girls with their tongues out as they panted, or openly fingering themselves. It was impossible to keep going right in front of everyone like this... But it wasn't like either of them were level-headed enough to crawl out of here. They'd make it to the next room over at the absolute most.

And as Kenta deliberated, he saw it in the corner of the room: the vaulting box they used for gymnastics, about two titcows long and one and a half titcows tall. It was the closest option, yes, but far from the best. The sounds of a wet pussy getting sloppily fucked would still transfer to the rest of the room, to say nothing of how their heads would poke over the side if he fucked Terezi against it.

But she was looking at it along with him, and he realized in spite of all that... she was seriously sizing it up as their best option.

Fuck it. Kenta absolutely couldn't take it at all anymore. His brain felt like it was going to turn into mush if he didn't get his aching, throbbing cock into this little tramp's cunt bare. She needed to be punished for pushing him this far, and what better way to do it than to fill her womb full to burst?

He finally choked out some words towards the rest of the class: "T - take a small break." Then, squirming slowly as if that would make what he was doing any less obvious, the pervy teacher drew his hips back, cock messily popping out of Terezi's tight hole with a lewd, sloppy sound. A torrent of juices poured to the mat between them, both their workout clothes utterly soaked through and ruined. The outline of Kenta's rock hard, boiling-hot dick was completely visible, steam pouring off of the organ in the cool gymnasium as his red shorts hopelessly clung to his shaft.

Shakily, he rose to his feet, instincts taking over as he grabbed the moaning troll slut by her short black hair and yanked her up with him. There was no way at all he'd be able to make it as far as the locker room - the vaulting box would have to do for now. At least there he might retain some measure of being a good teacher as he piston-fucked this whore into the ground.

Kenta hastily dragged Terezi by the hair over to the little box in the corner of the room, shoving her down behind it before peeling his shorts off and tossing them to some other part of the gym that he, frankly, couldn't care less about right now. His engorged and throbbing cock stood straight up, pouring freely with precum in full view of the rest of his staring, blushing class for a brief moment before becoming barely obscured by the waist-high vaulting box as he grabbed onto the troll's flimsy pants, accidentally tearing them with a very, very audible ripping noise.

Fuck. So much for those. Oh well, they were coming off anyway. Figuring he was already too late to stop, he continued to rip them, finally yanking the shredding pants off of Terezi's big round ass entirely before throwing the soaked and soiled garment behind him.

With the troll girl's pants off, her big, bare, dark ass was upthrust towards him... and the view was just mind-melting. What the fuck were they feeding his students to give them such obscene, livestock-like bodies... with these huge, meaty asses that wobbled nonstop if he so much as smacked them!

Terezi's booty was nearly twice over the width of her shoulders, just a solid, quivering mess of fleshy meat made for fucking. Her buttcheeks lewdly thrust out far enough that her miniskirts always failed in the back, but now it was bare and in front of him he could just be properly stunned by its huge fucking size. And it wasn't like she was sitting still, either... She was wobbling her rump for him, cheeks giving him a nice round of applause as she cackled away. With her head peeking over the top of the box, she could see the rest of the girls staring at her and tried to give them a playful wink... that immediately turned to a stupid mindless ahegao as he took hold of her.

Wasting no time at all, Kenta grabbed onto her wrist, lining up his huge fucking dick and shoving it into her bare, green pussy, almost orgasming at the feeling of her hole wrapping around him with nothing inbetween. Her vocalizations came out as his cock came in, voice leaking out in an "Ooooooh," that rose in volume and intensity the deeper he got.

“Keep it down!” He brought his free hand down onto her wobbling gray ass over and over in sharp, loud slaps that reverberated through the entire gym. Classic ‘Do as I say, not as I do.’

After making her behind good and red, he wrapped both hands around her waist and pulled her thick, sweaty ass back. He groaned as he sank all the way into her squishy cunt, and when he was balls-deep she looked back at him, astonished.

"That's so fuckin' good!" she said, red eyes glowing, her glasses completely askew. "Fuck the shit out of me, just like that... Do it, do it, do ittt... Oh my fuckkkk..." She just got dumber and dumber the more he thrust, soon losing the ability to even form words. The box against her thumped over and over, scraping against the floor as they pushed against it.

And with every single sound out of Terezi's mouth, Kenta's intensity increased. The bitchy little whore was incessant in her goading, even when her pussy was being hammered over and over again. How the fuck was she so vocal?! It just made him want to ram her even harder.

As his hips kept pumping, the wet slaps coming from his muscled frame hitting her wobbling curves slowly faded into loud, dull thuds of a huge fucking rod slamming against a cervix. Every thrust ended in his front being welcomed by a pillow of an ass and a long, hard squirt of juices splattering to the floor between them.

"Nghfuck! If you keep teasing me like that... if want me to fuck you then I'll do it until you can't even stand straight up!" Kenta slapped a hand down onto her ass again a few more times. Despite everything, taking his frustrations out on this troll's teen pussy just felt right. "This is all you fucking think about, isn't it?"

Soon Terezi’s ass dripped with sweat, turning slippery beneath Kenta’s hands. With his grip loosening, he gave one last slap to her jiggling rump before grasping her short hair in both hands, yanking her head back for a deep, hard plapping.

... Naturally, this brought her obscene, wobbling udders up against the side of the vaulting horse, colliding with the wood with a pair of thuds that sounded more suited to some of the weights in the training room and not something you’d find on a teen’s chest... but seeing was believing as they nearly tipped the vaulting horse right over. He pulled her back at the last second, kissed her, and went right back to thrusting.

He had to admit, it was a great view... but Kenta wasn’t the only one enjoying it. As he pounded her from behind, any girl who cared to look would see two bright green nipples waving in the air as her huge, floppy breasts slapped and smacked against the wood. "It isssss... It so fucking is. I think about my teacher's big fat cawk all day long, h3h3h3... What are you gonna do about it, bitch?" she grinned and goaded, desperately wanting to poke and prod him and rub it up but with him pulling her arms back all she could do was scratch this thigh a little as she was hit hard and fast from behind. "Uuuuooo - ooohhh... ooohhhhh...! Mmmmhhhh!"

“Nnnngh...” Kenta growled, looking to shut her up with some deep, hard fucking: he kept hammering away at her, going harder and deeper until every bicep bulged, until sweat poured off his awesome body. Thud, thud, thud, thud. That creamy troll cunt sucked and slurped around him, her steamy insides smooth as velvet and tight as a vise. Her pussy contracted again and again in a milking motion, and she trilled with happiness every time he squirted off another thick rope of cum inside of her.

Maybe eventually they might wonder whether or not they should be fucking just a few feet away from the rest of his envious class... but as Terezi just had an idea for a new position, that clearly wouldn’t be for a while.

"Turn me around..." the other girls heard her grunting. "Get my back against the... Yes. Fuck yes."

Most of them would have given their left arm to be in her spot right then.

Now they could all see the back of Terezi's head and her sweat-soaked hair as she threw her shoulders back and clasped the top of the box in her arms. Braced against it, facing Kenta, she was pinned under her man’s broad chest.

... And then they saw her sneakers poking out to either side too as she did a perfect 180 split like she'd just been pretending she wasn't able to a moment ago. But her feet vanished once Kenta got back inside her and started thrusting again... obviously because she'd just locked her ankles together around his back.

"Fill. Me. Up!"

Thankfully for her, Kenta had been planning on doing that anyway. He wouldn’t stop until this brat was full of his seed.

But... he had to do something about that attitude. Every word out of her mouth seemed to be a challenge or a threat, and he decided he’d finally had enough: rearing his hand back, he brought it firmly across her face.

Slap.

"That is not how you talk to your teacher!"

Another slap.

"Do I make myself clear?!"

Terezi's eyes definitely widened that time as she was slapped not once, but twice, her teensy tiny bitch-slit tightening up around him like fucking crazy in response, massaging the shit out of the fat cock crammed up inside her guts.

And he, in turn, never slowed his thrusts, keeping her seeing stars even as she was reprimanded. He kept her firmly in place with his hips, ramming her against the vaulting box until it shook and creaked like never before. With their combined weight, it was starting to tip over, flashing more and more of the sex to the intently watching students just across the room. Terezi's huge tits were bouncing so much with each of his fierce thrusts that they were soon swinging into view, flicking sweat and milk across the gym.

"If you want something, then ask for it!"

He wasn't sure how she'd respond... Maybe she'd act insulted. Maybe she'd get even meaner. Maybe she'd be scared of him?

Well... it wasn't any of those. Instead, Terezi just let out a wail like a fucking banshee. She started pissing an absolute downpour of girl juices allllll down the length of that meaty hard conqueror of a cock, sluicing him until sticky bitch-fluids dripped all the way down to his balls and to the wooden floor below. Spatter made pretty patterns around his feet as she clawed at the box with her hands hard enough to leave imprints in the lacquered wood.

She looked like she was having a fucking heart attack with how hard she was cumming, frankly... Terezi was a screamer.

"Give it give it give it give it give it please giveitpleasegiveitpleasegiveitpleasegiveitplease Fuck! Fuck! Fuckk!!"

Then he slapped her again.

As his hips kept pistoning and ramming the obscene-bodied troll against the box, Kenta reared his hand back once again and struck Terezi across the face hard enough to knock her already askew glasses to the floor. Before she was able to let out another moan at the top of her lungs, though, he instead pressed his lips against her's, shoving his tongue into her mouth and grabbing onto her messy hair with his hand.

Her first orgasm immediately rolled into a second and then a third, a chain of fireworks popping off inside the white noise-filled recess of her white noise-filled brain. Everyone was staring now, and if he didn't shut her up somehow the vaulting box might actually just tip the fuck over in which case everyone would see teacher's gigantic cock deep in his student's cunt.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud. Hard, powerful fucking thrusts shoved Kenta's dick against his student's womb over and over again, moaning into her throat with each squeeze of her convulsing pussy as the vaulting box wobbled dangerously. Just how much was this bitch into getting slapped around? Isn't this too much for a high schooler?

Despite Terezi's cunt gripping as hard as possible onto the giant hot rod stretching out her core, the absolute torrent of juices spraying everywhere made sure that her fleshlight of a twat was nice and slick for Kenta to use, and the lights in his head were quickly going out. Using his free hand to twist a large, green nipple in order to get just a bit more tightness out of the already absurdly-tight hole he was drilling, he pushed himself against her and picked up the pace.

As his aching balls screamed for release, Kenta's motions became more and more ragged. Less mechanical and more animalistic as he moaned into Terezi's black lips, each thrust harder and more wild than the last.

Then his whore of a student dug her ankles into his loser back with an insistent whine, dragging him in. He bottomed out in Terezi, and felt like he couldn’t hold back any more. He pistoned her, she moaned, and he went tumbling over the edge of orgasm.

And they went tumbling over the edge of the vaulting horse as they finally tipped it, sending both of them thudding into the ground... and his cock thudding past her cervix, and into her womb, with a lewd little popping sound.

A rush of cum jolted up Kenta’s shaft to pump directly into Terezi's babymaker. He kissed her, holding onto her tongue with his own, all while clutching onto her legs and spreading them as wide as possible in front of the whole class. He finally showed them, and her, how to properly do the splits. And his hips continued to move, continued to breed, without any conscious thought from him.

He emptied his balls into Terezi, cum bloating her tight little abdomen and spilling out all around them. They made an absolute mess of the floor and the vaulting horse... but it was impossible for them to care. All Kenta could think of, as his bare ass slammed down into her over and over again and caused squirts of thick, ropey jizz to shoot out feet behind them, was that he wanted to keep fucking this troll until they passed out.

He'd done it again. Another colossal breach of due performance in his role as a teacher, and yet more schlick material for the various 'innocent' angels in his class, further corrupting them into harlots who could only think of bouncing on their teacher's big, fat cock.

And worse still, it turned out once Terezi got on you it was hard to get her off. They ended up fucking eleven times more that day, in every place from the classroom to his car to the bed and balcony in his apartment.

It wasn't the first time a student had followed him home... but that certainly didn't make it any more acceptable~ Oops.

Episode 2: The Geomorph's Challenge

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Kenta felt relieved to have finally settled into a routine.

But what a routine it was! Swan hadn't been kidding around when she’d said her work schedule would run him ragged.

One hour home room and two hours Sports class with his students every day, then reporting to MG Headquarters for training that often went long into the night. More often than not training was fraught with disaster, with him often struggling to get through stuff Sunset had already mastered in a timely fashion. Then there was the attempts to speak with ATHENA, which had so far not produced any results. Rakuraizer’s Artificial Intelligence continued to be as silent as a tomb.

And then there was his love-life. Bache, Mai, Roll, Sunset and Terezi were all very demanding, all five of them eager to find ways to slip illicit encounters into his schedule. Sunset was mostly hands-off, in line with making their upcoming date special, but she still teased him and rubbed her butt and breasts on him at every opportunity.

And the upcoming appointments he had to keep: a proper first date with Sunset, and clubbing with Celestia. Celestia's group had swollen up to include Athena, Clarissa and Mika when he hadn't been looking, meaning that was probably going to be one hell of a night.

But still, he was keeping on top of things. And he was learning the controls of Rakuraizer, albeit slowly.

Surely when the next attack came, he'd be ready.

Still, how in the world was training this hard? Kenta's whole thing was fighting people! It turned out that following orders and having to use things like tactics were a lot harder than he thought they could ever be. He secretly wished he could just go gung-ho with the whole thing and throw caution to the wind, but he knew he’d be letting Swan and her team down in the process.

He had a brand new appreciation for everything that Sunset went through. Six months of this? The girl must have been a prodigy to be able to keep up with it all.

It didn't help that SciTwi kept personally 'checking his vitals' in the process, either. It seemed that everyone was either insatiable, or they just loved to mess with him. Was it his reactions? Whatever it was, he was getting better at multitasking and staying focused (even though he hadn't mastered maneuvering during orgasm, maybe that came later).

As far as school went, Mai made good on her threat to prepare Kenta a bento, complete with rice and those little weenies cut into octopuses. It wasn't bad, he thought, but he could see where she could improve her technique or maybe enhance flavor. Not that he was about to tell her something like that, though, because who knew how she'd get back at him for it.

Bache was a handful and it seemed like the handjob from the tiny slut just opened the floodgates for a whole bunch of teasing. Kenta had to scold her several times that she shouldn't be smoking in the restrooms or showers, and it felt to him like she just did it so he would get onto her more. Like it was some kind of weird game to her. She'd sit with her legs spread and if Kenta glanced by, pull her panties to the side to show off her bare slit, relishing the look her teacher gave her.

It was all a blur, but Kenta figured that it wasn't too bad, all things considered. Sure, it was hectic, but he was slowly coming into a routine.

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It was next Tuesday. Exactly one week after the alien's last attack.

In a deep, dark room in a deep, dark place, where human eyes had never glimpsed, five figures gathered.

Four of them stood on glowing plates brightly emblazoned with their personal symbols: a pink candy, a black horned helmet, a white pegasus filly and a moss-green horn standing bent, cracked and jagged. The fifth sat silently high above, watching them bicker from a yellow coral throne bearing the symbol of Pisces.

"That last plan sure was a no-go, huh?" giggled the smallest one, a pink brat with her hair in curls. "He got squashed like a bug!"

"Fool! I had that immature pilot dancing to my tune before that second robot appeared," shot back the tallest girl of the four, with a horn just like the one on her podium.

"Wood isn't exactly the sturdiest material, though, is it?" said the third, a tall, green-skinned girl in a long black dress. She was busy tossing a fireball from one hand to the other. "A little flame and... poof~"

"Hahaha... Does that mean you're going to be volunteering to go next?" asked the fourth member of their group, black-sclera'd eyes flashing malevolently. Her face was barely visible shrouded under such a big head of snow-white hair.

"Oh, you guys need me to bail you out that bad? Well sure, I got the crystal for it. And I even got a plan that'll knock your socks off... That new guy they got, the teacher: he's good at posturing, but when push comes to shove he'll crack just like anyone else."

"Yeah," she said smugly. "Just leave it to me, losers."

One by one the podiums turned dark, leaving the figure seated on her throne alone in the room. Then, she too winked out of existence.

---

Kenta had had a busy night having Adagio Dazzle, Mizuki Tachibana and Trixie staying over... the sounds from the bedroom had been even louder than usual that night!

He was just seeing them out the door at around 8 AM when his M-Watch suddenly buzzed. He barely got somewhere private before Roll's face appeared on the screen.

"Kenta! We need you at MG Headquarters immediately! It's an emergency!"

Kenta paled at the sudden call, but he quickly hardened his face. He gave her a stiff nod. "... Right! Right I'll be there as quickly as I can!"

That would mean leaving the girls by himself while he went out. For a split second, he thought about bringing them along for safety, but quickly waved that thought away. He wasn't supposed to tell anyone about all this, right?

Switching his M-Watch off, he dashed to the bedroom door to interrupt the fun on the other side with a rapid series of knocks.

"Really sorry about this, girls, but you're gonna have to head to school on your own." Kenta sighed, putting his hands together in an apology. "Emergency came up, and I gotta go right now. Gonna try to get in contact with Miss Celestia and see if she can spring a substitute on such short notice, but if she can't... Adagio, you’ll need to take roll call for the day."

Without waiting for an answer, Kenta took off. "... And be safe!"

Once he was out of sight of the trio, he pulled out his phone to text Celestia.

---

Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Celestia

<Kenta> Miss Celestia, I'm sorry about this in advance!
<Kenta> An emergency just came up and I can't make it to class.
<Kenta> I don't know if you can find a substitute on such short notice, but if not I told Adagio Dazzle to take roll.
<Kenta> Please forgive me! I'll try to make it up to you in the future!

<Celestia> My, my...
<Celestia> Tardy in only your second week? Not a good look, Mr Tadashii!
<Celestia> I can overlook it... as long as you're available tomorrow evening.

<Kenta> If I am, I'll do whatever you want me to do!

<Celestia> Good to hear! Do your best out there!

Do your best? Did Celestia know, somehow, or was Kenta just being paranoid? He shook it off. Whatever, monologue later, action now.

---

Kenta dashed out of his apartment in time to be startled as a sudden squealing of tires made him freeze. Darting his eyes sideways, he caught a glimpse of the source of the sound: a flashy red convertible coming roaring out from a side street. As he watched, the vehicle turned an enormous circle in the middle of the street, tires protesting every inch of the way, nearly battering aside a dozen other cars as it came screeching to a halt right in front of him.

The driver pushed down her pink, heart-shaped sunglasses, giving Kenta a deeply serious look from beneath that puffed-up perm. "Hop in!"

Kenta hopped over the door of Swan's convertible so she could take off faster. He was pretty sure that it would be a miracle if she hadn't caused some kind of accident before with driving like that, but there wasn't much room for him to complain, considering the circumstances.

The second he was in, she was off again, leaving a huge black cloud of exhaust in her wake. As they raced through the streets, Swan directed Kenta's attention to a console built directly into the passenger seat, perfect for on-the-go briefings.

"It happened just an hour ago... Oh, this is terrible!"

The video displayed a news report, showing footage from a helicopter soaring high over the city. Kenta could hardly believe his eyes when he saw it: it was one of the Tokyo Metro trains, those charming, reliable workhouses, but refitted as if pulled straight from a nightmare. All eight cars had turned a shifting, shapeless amalgamation of deep blacks and violent reds, interwoven with criss-crosses of curled, jagged red spikes. The front car had been transformed entirely, all the metal warped into a frozen statue of a snarling wolf's head. What few windows weren't completely covered over showed terrified-looking passengers looking out as the train barreled down the track, going faster and faster and faster.

"It's the SIF again! They transformed one of the city trains... with the passengers still onboard!"

Beside her, Kenta studied the footage of the weird transformed wolf-train thing in silence and shock. He clenched his fist as he stared at the screen. There were people inside that thing? He couldn't believe it. Where were these monstrosities coming from?

Swan continued: "All it's done so far is continue along the track. We're keeping an eye on it... but the sooner we formulate a plan to rescue them, the better!"

"Damn the SIF for getting innocents involved..." Kenta turned to Swan and punched his palm. "Let me at 'em, Director! Just tell me what to do and I'll be there!"

---

Shortly thereafter, the pair stood in the Mighty Guard Headquarters Command Centre where a dozen or more technicians were already typing away at their workstations. Athena, Roll and SciTwi were already gathered, while Sunset stood on standby in her school uniform. She gave Kenta a serious look, just to let him know now would probably be a bad time for ogling and drooling... not that he was in the mood to.

The main screen showed the target racing around Tokyo, rapidly approaching bullet train speeds. Tracks were left warped in its wake, as if its next revolution could be its last.

Time was definitely on the shorter side here.

"What prompted the transformation?" asked an exasperated Swan. Twilight was quick to answer:

"It seems like whatever force was onboard the train was lying dormant until some requirement was satisfied. We're not sure what that is... other than something to do with the Iidabashi station."

"Here's security footage taken at Iidabashi, right before the train transformed."

Grainy black-and-white footage flashed on-screen, and everyone narrowed their eyes to study it. It just seemed to be the usual fare of Japanese men and women getting ready to start their day.

But something stood out.

Kenta immediately noticed, faster than anyone else there. Not just because of his strong sense of justice, but also because he'd been staring at those breasts constantly all last week.

And most of all because he felt a strong sense of protection for these young women, a responsibility to them that went deeper than words.

Five of his students: Ema Skye, Gwen Poole, Lynne, Mika and Samus had been waiting on the platform when the train pulled up, eager to head to his class. And the second their heels touched down, the train had begun to change.

The pit dropped out of Kenta's stomach as he watched the screen. It was all the evidence he needed: this was an abduction, and his students were the cause. Sure enough, as soon as Mika wobbled her way onboard, the train's doors slammed shut, not even bothering to let the rest of the passengers onboard... and then it was roaring out of the station, already beginning the early stages of changing into its current ghoulish appearance.

"<Oh noooo!>" Swan had noticed it too.

Kenta immediately turned to Swan. "We have to get out there now, Director!"

In truth, every muscle in Kenta’s body was urging him to leap into action, like he’d always done up till now. He stood before the screen, shaking, fists clenching and unclenching, knowing he had to do something... but also knowing this was one problem he couldn’t handle by himself.

“I... Ghhkk...”

He could make a difference. He could pilot Rakuraizer, wield the mighty machine. Rushing off half-cocked right now would just put the lives of his students in danger, and undoubtedly cause a huge headache for Swan in the process.

Thankfully, Swan was of the same mind: she saw the pain evident in Kenta's expression, but at the same time she knew rescuing the girls wouldn't be easy. "Kenta, please! We'll do everything we can to rescue them, but... We need a plan first!"

Sunset stepped forwards, raising her fist. "There's no time for that! That train's already been picking up speed for an hour... The tracks could break at any moment!"

"We just need to stop it, right? All we need to do is wrench that tin can open and pull out whatever's guiding it... so come on, Kenta!"

When both women turned their eyes on him, Kenta was hit by a wave of nausea, a rush of blood in his ears. This... was the price he had to pay for having the power to make a change. Having to make a decision, and knowing someone could be hurt by it.

Perhaps feeling like he was more likely to side with Swan, Sunset raised her M-Watch to her lips and spoke her command phrase. "G-Corona, activate. Kenta, if you're not coming with me, then I'm going to go it alone."

Sunset turned towards the door... only to find Kenta blocking it, staring at her with determined eyes.

He’d made his decision.

“Sunset, wait!”

“Out of my way, Kenta,” she shot back.

“Just let me talk to Swan.” He turned to Swan without budging an inch.

"Director, I can't just sit back and watch while my students are on that train. If I have the power to save them, then I should be saving them! We need a plan, but that takes time, right? Well, I still have to get my suit on, and we have to GET there. And the robots have communication devices right?"

Kenta glanced back at Sunset. "Sunset’s right. ... Not about tearing it apart, I don't think that will work. But maybe together we can at least slow it down while the smart people actually figure out a real plan."

Sunset didn't look happy, but she assented all the same. "If we see an opportunity to save them, promise me we'll take it."

“Of course. Now let’s - ” Kenta didn’t get to finish his sentence, because that was when the announcement hit. This was a difficult situation and they were caught in the thick of it. Which meant for a cynical-mind villain, this was the perfect time to throw the heroes even further off-kilter.

Which was why, at that moment, the viewscreen depicting the subway footage, and all other monitors in the building suddenly went dark.

It wasn't just in the Mighty Guard building, either. All over Tokyo, televisions and electronic billboards were changing over to a shot of an inky, dark-black room. A video feed direct from some unknown location.

And in that feed two red eyes suddenly flared in the darkness, before slowly giving shape to a sinister, green-skinned woman, with white hair styled into a rather extravagant sidecut... and some of the biggest breasts he'd ever seen not on a high-school girl, but that was neither here nor there. She was beaming, looking rather excited with herself.

"Greetings, lameozoids freakshows of planet Earth! My name is Dominator... and I'm here with a very special message for the people of Tokyo from the Geomorph Empire!"

A buzz immediately went up around the control room. Up until now the aliens had always carried the rather clinical moniker of the Space Invasion Forces. There was something chilling about hearing that an enemy they’d previously thought of as a collection of mindless animals had been more than intelligent enough to name themselves all this time.

Geomorphs. So now their enemy had a name.

"By now you've probably noticed there's a runaway train rampaging around the city... You can thank yours truly for that one! Our Control Crystals are pretty good at co-opting your primitive human technology into whatever forms we so desire... you'd hardly even think monkey hands had been all over it in the first place!"

Swan looked to her assistants aghast, then swiftly ordered Athena to try to get a location on where the broadcast was coming from.

Meanwhile, Dominator continued, placing her head on her hand and turning her other hand in lazy circles. "Now I could go on-and-on with the whole villain spiel, but I'm just gonna cut to the chase. Between now and the next sixty minutes, that train's going to keep getting faster and faster until it flies off the tracks and ka-splooshes everyone inside. If you try to save them...? Same dealaroonie. The speed will shoot up in no time flat."

"But we're not really the badguys here... We're just scared of the MG and their big, nasty robots! So all you have to do is power one of those suckers down and hand it over to me... and all the innocent civilians will be spared. Capiche?"

"Okay, you've been a great audience. Dom out."

The display immediately changed back to its prior broadcast, and the vile alien woman vanished from their screens. Swan looked understandably shaken... This was humanity's first spoken encounter with the alien forces that hadn't even had a known name until today.

When she looked at Kenta, he stood with his arms folded, shaking his head. “What an ultimatum,” he spat. “It’s obviously bullshit.”

“But... we don’t have any reason not to...” Swan began.

Kenta just shook his head. “No. Anyone putting lives in danger like that is never going to have any desire to stop putting lives in danger. Giving into their demands is just asking them to keep their boot firmly on Humanity's neck.”

“Like hell I’m going to let them do that.”

Kenta moved past Sunset to Director Swan, grabbing her hand and clasping it between both of his. The look that he gave her was determined and full of a barely-contained fire. "You can do this."

And Sunset was right there with him. “Kenta’s right. There’s no way we can give into a demand like that. But we can make them pay for making it, right boss?”

And Swan seemed to find her courage. She looked from one to the other, set her jaw firmly in a resolute smile, and nodded. “Y... Yes. You’re right. I lost my head for a moment... Twilight, any ideas?”

From the command centre, Twilight whizzed back on her chair and looked up at the three of them. “Well... Getting close isn’t going to be easy. We can only assume this 'Dominator' has some remote communication method with the train, which she'll activate the second either of you become visible. It's speeding up enough already, but with the data I have I can’t even begin to estimate how much time you’ll have..."

“Of course not,” Swan began to laugh, moving to reassure Twilight. But it wasn’t necessary. Because the bespectacled dork suddenly sat bolt upright as something popped up onto her display.

Twilight was looking at a string of calculations, which she quickly ran her eyes over. "This is... these calculations are from ATHENA."

Athena's head shot up at that, an outburst out of her lips before she could contain it. She shoved herself in alongside Twilight.

"... If these figures are correct, and they seem to be, the train can reach its maximum possible speed before detachment within... one minute. So once you’re detected as closing in, you’ll have exactly one minute. Just... give me a second to calculate a safe approach route from Tokyo Bay, and...” Twilight’s hands were already flying across the keyboard.

"But what's all this data on the aliens...?” asked Athena. “Where did ATHENA get all this?"

Kenta was staring at the screen just as intently. “This means she’s trying to help us, right? ... Alright, screw this, I need to get in Rakuraizer already! I can figure this out from there!”

Without a second thought, he bolted off to the material synthesizer yelling behind him. "Sorry to dash, Swan, but I’m gonna go get suited up! You can discipline me later if you need to!”

“Wait for me!” called Sunset, dashing after him.

Swan watched them go, sagging. When she spoke, it was in a low voice only heard to her: "There's nothing I could do to you that's worse than what you'd do to yourself if those girls were harmed. Just... please bring them back safely.”

The pair dove for the exit, racing side by side. Kenta’s strides were long and loping, accounting for the sizable height difference between teacher and student, but Sunset wouldn’t be Sunset if she didn’t put every bit of energy she had into keeping pace, pumping her arms like a maniac as she charged down the corridor beside him.

It was the right move for both of them, they couldn't waste any time in getting prepared. Smarter people were handling the data right now, all they needed to do was fight.

Without slowing down or even waiting to reach the synthesizer room, both pilots began shedding their clothes as they raced down the corridor, leaving a lengthy trail behind him, male and female garments intermingling. Jackets, shirts, shoes, socks, belts, pants, it all came flying off, man and woman discarding everything that separated them from piloting, until they were both only warriors.

Kenta didn’t drop his boxers until he reached the synthesizer room, much in the same way Sunset kept her panties wrapped tightly around her oversized rear. Only once they were inside did they leap, fully naked, landing on the platform with a "toh!", both of them skidding to a halt in the center.

The synthesizer ring descended, circling around Kenta and Sunset, immersing the pair in that shiny black material that he was quickly becoming used to. It passed over their heads and trailed down their bodies, immersing them in that slippery, shiny black sheath that traced down the contours of their bodies, colour shimmering in its wake.

Now that Kenta had a suit in mind, materializing one to match Sunset's was easy. Out of the inky expanse a choker formed around his neck. Angular shoulderpads as well as wristguards. A plunging V pattern on his chest formed from the blackness as it expanded downward, his suit beginning to brighten into blue and white to contrast with the main black. The skintight midriff that cinched into his v-cut and the enormous popped collar were some little touches of vanity to say 'hero coming through!'

As the ring finished its job, heavy shin guards formed. Kenta clenched his fists and flexed, green crystals popping onto his chest, arms and legs.

---

Shortly after, Rakuraizer and G-Corona were both ready to launch, the two impatient pilots loaded into their avatars of battle. Unable to use the surface launcher they instead were delivered directly into the bay where they began the process of swimming to the surface. Rakuraizer used its thrust in minimum bursts in order to stay submerged until just precisely the right time, its scarf making a slow-motion trail as it danced behind the blue giant.

Sunset contacted Kenta on comms, bringing up his favourite sight in the world: his jiggly, buxom squadmate squeezed desperately tight into her latex pilot's suit, hands wrapped tight around her controls and with a serious expression on her face.

"The train is completing circuits of the line over and over... When it comes close to the bay, that's our chance to strike. Right?"

Even in the moment he took a second to drink in the vision of loveliness she was, Sunset's naturally lewd body basically poured into that restrictive but oh-so-flexible latex suit. However, there were way more important things at hand right now, so he instead gave a nod.

"I think so, if that's what SciTwi was saying. One minute to get up there and get the train stopped..." Kenta thought for a second.

"One minute..." Kenta thought out loud. What in the world did he have on hand that could stop a train going that fast? He checked his systems as he waited for it to come around the bend.

"What if... I use the Rakuraizer to give the train a shock and get it to stop? And then Sunset could get the passengers out!" Kenta’s eyes darted over his systems, seeking any sort of confirmation from the numerous readouts that he had the power to do it.

He... really wasn't exactly sure about how the science worked. "Worth a shot, right?"

Roll appeared on the comms screen. "We've just finished talking to the passengers and asking them to move backwards in the train. If you can detach the first car, that will be as good as stopping it altogether!"

"And we've got an anti-gravity rifle ready to be air-dropped in if you need it," added an excited Athena. Unlike everyone else, she actually sounded giddy.

Sunset nodded, her eyes fixed on the train coming around the corner up ahead. "Alright, we got a plan. Kenta, you use your lightning thingies to detach the front car. I'll go right and cut it off."

And then, just like that, she was off.

G-Corona suddenly rose up from the water, striking up and out of the bay, racing along her designated path. The larger robot’s strides ate up the ground in leaps and bounds that made Kenta feel slow in comparison. "Alright, let's go!"

"Right!" Kenta flexed his hands around the Rakuraizer's control, and the bright green lines from before began to creep up his hands. He felt a yell rising in his throat, and shouted as the thrusters on the robot kicked into full action, bringing him out of the bay in an exploding splash taller than a house.

From its vantage point in the air, Rakuraizer reared back its right fist, blue electricity surging over the surface and casting a light that enveloped its entire arm.

"VOLT COLLIDER!"

The surge of lightning shot forward towards the train, aimed at the connecting joint at the head.

The lightning arced through the air with a thick stink of ozone, immediately being soaked up into the electrical rails en-masse. The train jolted and lurched as electricity sparked up and down its length, systems overloading and frying in the wake of the devastating attack. When the smoke cleared, the train’s speed had dropped significantly in the aftermath.

... But the cost was considerable. Kenta’s heart nearly stopped as the train lurched around its next corner, looking ready to come off the tracks entirely.

"Gh!" Kenta scolded himself for missing! What was he doing?! In trying to disconnect the train he’d just ended up jostling around the passengers. If he wasn't careful, then he'd have the blood of his students on his hands!

Distance was the issue. There wasn't anything he could do from back here... and suddenly it seemed like slowing it down was going to be even more of an asset than he’d first imagined. As it was now, the train was a sitting duck for his next attack.

Crouching like a professional sprinter, Rakuraizer burst into a dash, lightning trailing behind its legs as Kenta pushed himself to get closer to the train. Sunset’s G-Corona might be faster, but he'd be damned if he didn't try!

Rakuraizer took off through the street, running diagonally to try to catch the train. Prior to his intensive training under Swan and SciTwi he would have been daunted by the mess of cars and pedestrians before him, but now he was able to pick his way carefully through them, avoiding harm. Sure, he still left a trail of truck-sized footprints and broken pavement in its wake, but it was much better than the alternative.

Once again, green lines of pure energy marched up Kenta's arms as he leaned forward in his seat, setting his jaw. His eyes were rooted to the view screens all around him that formed the globe of Rakuraizer’s cockpit, every last one displaying the corrupted train ahead.

He was catching up! With one final push...!

"Come on...!"

By the time Kenta reached the tracks, the train was back up to its previous full speed, and then surpassing it, Dominator's plan to hurl it off the tracks rapidly coming to fruition. It was enough to make Kenta’s heart sink... until he caught sight of the people inside the train, pressed against the windows.

What he saw took his breath away. He’d been expecting expressions contorted with fear, people facing their deaths, but instead they were... cheering him on! Ema, Lynne, and plenty of others, had their faces smooshed to the glass, banging their fists on it, silently mouthing what could only be words of encouragement. They must be yelling their throats out in there! Cheering him on!

More than ever, he wanted to teach these aliens a lesson for messing with the goddamn human race.

Regardless, man and machine ran in a dead heat for a moment, side-by-side in a stalemate, before Kenta’s eyes dropped to the train tracks. If he just let it get ahead, then he could...

Deliberately dropping his running speed, Kenta waved to the passengers as he dropped off. And when the last carriage of the train pulled ahead of him, he leapt sideways, coming crashing down on the tracks with an enormously heavy impact.

He was just about to start running again, when...

“Activating Volt Collider,” flashed on a screen by Kenta’s head and he felt his stomach lurch. Firing it here, at this range?

“No no no, abort!” he began to protest, only for the program to activate... just not in the way he’d planned.

Instead the discharge came from Rakuraizer’s legs. His screens flurried with text as ATHENA ran through some complicated backend procedure he’d never even seen before, somehow knowing the exact moment to execute it. And while he couldn’t make heads or tails of it, Kenta soon saw the outcome for himself: Rakuraizer’s feet were suddenly magnetized to the track, propelling him forwards and gaining on it by the second.

As Kenta leaned forwards, starting to skate on the rails, he let out a whoop: "ATHENA, I think I love you!" He leaned forward in his cockpit and slammed the controls forward, taking off like a jet.

Unfortunately, the wolf didn't like that. Compartments opened up all along the front car and those jutting spikes prodding up from it began to vibrate. An array of spike-shaped missiles came pouring out, leaving smoke trails as they spun through the air towards Rakuraizer. This guy wasn't going to make it easy for him.

But it would take more than that to deter Kenta, not now he was so close. Not now his students were watching!

But he couldn’t jump out of the way either, not here in the city. This wolf wasn't going to bite anyone!

"Not yet! MAGNET WALL!"

Rakuraizer thrust its hands out, electricity beaming outwards from its arms and forming into a large, circular shield in front of it. The giant wolf-tooth missiles collided with the barrier, stopping in their tracks and exploding harmlessly within its field. It was working!

However, the explosions caused the integrity of the shield to eventually fail, and one stray missile got through! Thinking as quickly as someone like Kenta could, he pulled back on the controls and slammed them forward again with a grunt, sending Rakuraizer's fist slamming into the projectile.

Rakuraizer's body was enveloped in an explosion, rocking the fist that connected with the missile backwards. The resulting shockwave rattled Kenta in his seat and almost sent the blue robot off-track.

But he finally shook it off, lightning once again enveloping the robot’s damaged arm as the blue colour returned to it. "Not gonna stop me like that! You are going to let these people go!"

With a yell, Kenta leapt. As his dumbfounded students stared on at their teacher, their teacher propelled Rakuraizer high into the air, vaulting over the train, soaring over the city’s electrical cables. The wolf could only look upwards as he soared overhead... just in time to see him swinging one arm down to point directly at it, an arm infused with the full power of yet another Volt Collider.

He aimed his fist square at the car beneath him and let go another devastating blast of energy, fingertips gliding over the wolf's nape like he was giving him a nice little pet.

But instead, lightning rippled through his fingertips as he poured it all out, blasting the front car at point-blank, frying every last one of its systems. But most importantly, detaching the car from those behind it.

It swayed, lurching for a moment. And by the time the Geomorph had the front car back under its control, all the others were long-since gone. It swung out, the rails below squealing and shooting sparks as it nearly lost its balance altogether.

But it wouldn't need to. Someone else was about to handle that for it.

A few hundred metres ahead, Sunset Shimmer's G-Corona stood in the middle of the track, the huge, towering mechanical being's fist pounded into its other palm as it watched the train growing closer and closer and closer.

"Awright," she said, before hunkering down, making a few short hops as she repositioned the enormous machine's body-weight, making sure its legs were properly braced.

The train collided with G-Corona's outstretched hands, guided up and off the track as she shovelled it back into her arms, and...

"TOH!"

Sunset grasped the bull by the horns, turned her body, and swung G-Corona’s whole centre of gravity upwards at once, taking the train's existing momentum and adding to it. When the moment passed, G-Corona stood in a magnificent Judo pose, while the monstrous train car hurled high into the air, soaring over the streets and bearing down on a wide open park Sunset had been aiming for.

At the same time, Athena released the anti-gravity rifle they'd prepared for this moment, and sent it plummeting out of the sky straight down towards Sunset. G-Corona caught it, spun, cocked the hammer and began pounding round after round into the airborne Geomorph. Kenta had been taking that moment to check on the other train cars, but when the sound of gunfire made him whip his head around he couldn’t help cheer at the sight of Sunset going to work.

The Geomorph spun in the air from the impact, before crashing to the ground in a smashed-up heap.

Kenta leapt from the rails, landing beside Sunset. Both pilots paused, breathing deeply, watching the park for any signs of movement.

“Did we get it...?”

“Not sure...”

For a moment, a haze of smoke hung over the clearing... until a ghastly scraping, groaning sound reached Kenta's ears. The wolf geomorph was rising, scraping together whatever nearby metal it could, building a scrap body from fallen girders, sheets of metal, anything else it could find. Its features turned dark as it roared at the two robots standing around it, clearly not ready to go down yet. It seemed to have every intention of dying fighting.

Sunset hoisted her anti-gravity rifle again, ready to pull the trigger. She yelled.

"Kenta!"

"On it!" The Rakuraizer broke off to the side, diving forward and thrusting a lightning-laced fist into the ground.

"THUNDER HOLD!"

The sound of thunder cracked the air. A rising bolt of electricity snapped up from underneath the wolf, raising it off of the ground. The geomorph's absorbed metal limbs began to attract to one another, an electric cage sheathing its surface as it held the beast suspended in air.

As it squirmed in the grip of Kenta's Thunder Hold, the monstrous wolf tried firing more missiles, but Sunset wasn't having any of it. She grit her teeth and pulled the trigger, a cloud of dust and debris exploding behind her, kicked up as the powerful shot rang out. A dark purple beam blasted forth from the barrel to connect with the Geomorph, tearing an entire clump off its body with a single blast and vaporizing the monster's flank in the process.

After taking the combined barrage of Sunset's fire and Kenta's crushing electricity, it looked like the Geomorph was finally ready to throw in the towel. Released from Kenta's grip, it crashed to the ground, trying to stand on heavily-weakened legs.

And as it rose, that was when G-Corona grasped Rakuraizer by its arm. Lightning coursed between the two robots, and Sunset yelled, suddenly hurling the smaller Rakuraizer into the air with just as much force as she’d thrown the train car a moment ago. The blue mecha spun into the air far above their foe.

Sunset dropped her rifle, firing the thrusters on the back of the G-Corona. She ducked inwards, like a boxer who found an opening, and brought her fist back with the cocking of a piston, energy engulfing her entire arm.

Rakuraizer spun around in the air, its red scarf trailing in a spiral behind it. Kenta threw out another Magnet Wall in the sky above, colliding with it upside down, whereupon he propelled himself straight back down again. With a yell that combined his will to win, his love for his students, his hope for humanity, all into once forceful release, Kenta kicked off in a shining blue streak, extending a foot like a lance, a falling thunderclap from Zeus.

"RISING THUNDER! - " Sunset screamed, the piston on the G-Corona's arm slammed forward, bringing its fist upwards and into the Geomorph's midsection, rocketing her and it upwards into an awaiting strike!

" - SETTING SUN!" Kenta finished, the Rakuraizer's electric-wreathed foot piercing the back of the wolf, causing the monster to break in half as the robot-turned-projectile shot past, making contact with the ground in a furious strike of lightning.

The result was a cross-shaped mark in the sky. An intersection of fire and lightning. Sunset landed on the opposite end, the monster falling towards the earth. The exhausts on the side of the G-Corona bellowed with smoke.

As the Geomorph crested the horizon, it exploded in a brilliant ball of flame.

It took a long moment for the two heroes to realize the roaring sound they heard wasn't the rush of their blood, but the cheering of the gathered crowd, the people of Tokyo who'd witnessed their spectacular battle. The prisoners on the train had long since been freed and now crawled out of the carriages - Kenta's students included - to thank the mighty giant robots with belts of enthusiastic screaming at the top of their lungs.

Sunset was shaking. Her lip curled involuntarily into a half-smile, her shoulders shaking as her joy involuntarily began to leak out. Then she let it all out in a scream, bouncing in her cockpit with tears flowing down her cheeks. The G-Corona jumped up and down on the spot as she squealed at Kenta over the intercom, and soon Athena, Roll, SciTwi and Swan's voices were added to it. She rounded it out by stomping over to Rakuraizer and high-fiving the other robot.

"We did it! Everything came together perfectly! We're heroes, Kenta!" Then G-Corona hurled itself at Rakuraizer, hugging the other robot tightly with a worrisome groaning and grinding of metallic parts.

Kenta considered shoving her off to save on wear and tear, but seeing her so happy made him beam like an idiot and he threw the Rakuraizer's arm around her as well.

He was exhausted. The green lines that had made their way up to his face again began to recede. The relief of saving his students and stopping their rampaging foe was overwhelming.

"You were AMAZING out there! The way you tossed that thing around like it was nothing was so awesome!"

"You were pretty great yourself, stud. Looks like you fight as well as you fuck~"

---

The clock ticked over to 9 AM. That meant class would be starting around now. Kenta wondered if Adagio was having trouble taking attendance. She almost certainly was.

Well... some of his students were going to be late after this, too. Maybe there was still time to get to class.

"Alright, come on home!" called an exuberant Swan.

End of episode 2

Episode 3: The B3 Club Part 1

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Arriving back at base, Sunset and Kenta came in to find the other girls gathered around a table where an old beagle was propped up. Athena was prodding it with various instruments.

"To think this came out of that... Geomorph, said it was called? How curious...

Kenta cleared his throat and the group of scientists and military staff, all big breasted females that they were, looked up. He looked from them to the dog. “I must be hearing things. That’s the enemy we were just fighting?”

Athena shrugged. “In a manner of speaking. Sit down, I’ll try to keep it brief.

As it turned out, Miss Cykes had a very liberal definition of ‘brief.’ She soon spun a technical tale of jargon and theory that had both their pilot’s heads spinning, Sunset and Kenta struggling to keep up. But around ten minutes later, Kenta thought he had the general gist of it:

The components to make a Geomorph, the enormous alien enemies that did the lion’s share of the alien invasion’s fighting, were a Control Crystal - a very rare material that took a long time for the Geomorph Generals to prepare - and a living thing. Once those two components were combined, the resulting Geomorph began gathering up any suitable nearby materials to construct its body with. In the case of Dominator, it seemed like it was drawn to metal... while the Geomorph they’d fought earlier had naturally constructed its arms and armaments out of the nearby forest... although whether that was its preference or just done out of convenience was yet to be determined.

The more complex Athena’s explanation got, the louder and more excited she seemed to get, even drawing in a nearby chalkboard which she’d soon adorned with just about every esoteric scrawling imaginable, all of it blurring together into a garbled mess of charts and connections under Kenta and Sunset’s eyes. By the time she was done, she was breathing heavily, eyes darting back and forth between them.

“There! I trust you understand everything now?” she puffed, dripping with sweat, half-hanging off the chalkboard.

Sunset shrugged. "All I understand is we’re late for sports class! Hey, if we’re done here, can me and Kenta get going?”

Swan clapped her hands. "Of course! Have a good day! Thankyou for your service!"

And Twilight just cringed, patting Athena on the shoulder. “Well I thought it was lovely.”

Meanwhile, Kenta was lost in thought, staring in wonder at the old dog on the table. This was the giant monster they were just fighting? He couldn't believe his eyes that something this cute could be turned into an instrument of evil. Those Control Crystal things were some serious business.

It was kind of appalling to him, thinking about how they could take creatures and bend them to their will. It made him wonder if they could do the same with humans. Kenta shook his head.

He certainly hoped not.

“Come on Kenta, let’s go!” called Sunset, heading for the door. He was just about to follow her when SciTwi coughed politely. He looked over in her direction to see she was using both arms to hold an enormous amount of clothing, and he blushed as he realized it was everything he and Sunset had discarded on their way to the battle. Without giving him a chance to refuse, the girl with the coke-bottle glasses shoved them into his face, leaving him to catch them - panties and all - and pull them tight against his broad chest.

“And don’t let it happen again!” she chastised.

Kenta quickly apologized and headed out after Sunset.

---

For a lark, Kenta decided to give Sunset a bit of a tease.

"You know, the Director said I could bang the girls anywhere on base, right?"

"Oh yeah~?" laughed Sunset. "Well, you are pretty popular... Planning on taking her up on it?”

He hadn’t been expecting that. He ended up laughing as well. "Dunno, guess we'll have to see, won't we?"

She laughed behind her hand. "Well, there’s a lot of girls on this base, you know... Me, the Director, Athena and SciTwi, Roll... Why don’t we see if you can handle two girls at once before you go horning around for five, 'kay? Don't want the old man throwing his hip out."

"Ughhhh..." Kenta buried his forehead in his hand. "25 isn't old you... you...-" He grumbled to himself.

The rest of the day passed without incident, thankfully. A normal class for a normal guy. It was hard to believe he'd even spent his morning chasing a demon wolf around Tokyo in a giant robot.

The next day was nice and relaxed too, and Swan gave him special permission to miss VR training, so as not to arouse Celestia's suspicion. The rest of Celestia would be very aroused, instead.

... Because it was finally time for their night out together. Celestia had been beside herself with excitement to the point she was nearly bouncing off the walls.

---

They were due to meet at the strip club at 8, and Celestia said she'd booked a private room there until around 4 AM. Apparently this was a regular sort of thing for her and her girlfriends, and staying out till the early hours of the morning was very much to be expected.

When Kenta arrived, he found the four girls waiting for him on the sidewalk, hugging themselves and stamping their feet to keep back the cold. And with good reason, it looked like.

Could this woman in front of him really be the dignified Principal of the High School he taught at? Her top was barely more than a sports bra, full of holes. Her skirt was a horizontal band of pink sandwiched between her huge hips and plump, bare gut. Her high-heeled sandals went all the way up to the knees with a dozen straps, while adding half a foot of height to her body. She looked like a streetwalker.

Athena wasn't much better. The teen schoolgirl had come in a yellow microdress with a dozen holes cut out of it. It was backless, aside from the straps. Sideless, aside from the straps. Practically frontless too, if not for the cups. Her entire ass hung out in back, the band of her yellow thong visible in front and back. Fishnet stockings and slutty high heels completed the look.

Then there was the mother/daughter combo of Clarissa and Mika, who looked to be in the middle of committing some cardinal sin or another: the pair had come in matching outfits, both as dirty as the other. The 'tops' were both just a strap of latex wrapped around their bodies, with juicy plump nipples plainly visible spilling out of the top and the bottom, while the ‘skirts’ were just as tiny, even coming with slits to shave a little more material off. Both breedy bimbos had come out in sexy high-heeled boots that clicked and clacked seductively at the slightest provocation, perhaps to add just a few more essential inches to their shortstack frames.

And Kenta just stared. He couldn’t do much else, not when he was having so much trouble collecting his brain, on account of it currently spilling out of his ears. The four in front of him had already struck him as beautiful in their day-to-day lives as teachers and students, but in their new outfits they looked like professional fucktoys. He suddenly felt very, very overdressed for the occasion.

It was possible that if any of them moved in the wrong way, they would no longer be wearing the 'clothing' that they were currently in... and it was like sex just looking at each of them.

More to the point, all four girls wore matching chokers, and Kenta noticed they were sealed on with locks. Celestia purred when she saw him checking them out. "Oh, these? They're part of tonight's fun."

She fished around in her purse, the one with 'LOVE SEX' written on the side, and pulled out a keychain with four keys, which she handed to him. "It's 'King's Rules', Kenta, and guess who’s the king tonight?”

She giggled as she took his wrist, planting a quartet of small golden keys into the palm of his hand. “There you go... Now you have the keys for our chokers, ‘king’... and, of course, complete control over all four of us. As long as we're wearing these chokers... we can't go home. Wherever you go, we'll follow."

"To escape, we either have to get a key from you somehow... or find a way to snap it without using our hands. Not that any of us will be rushing to do that anytime soon!"

"Consider it a little bit of fun to add to tonight's festivities."

“Guh...” was all he could manage. And Kenta had thought his dick was already raging hard, now Celestia was springing this on him. Her hand was like silk as she pressed them into her palm and Kenta couldn't help but shiver at the touch.

'King's Rules', the curvy slut had said. Was she trying to get Kenta to take the initiative?

That much seemed obvious: she was giving him carte blanche to completely use all four of them in any manner he wanted. Had the others agreed to this? From the way they were pretty much eyefucking him at the moment, it seemed like a safe bet.

Kenta had fetishes, sure. Some of them were even pretty nasty, and not things he'd ever willingly share. There were plenty of times that he’d gotten off to the thought of being in control of a girl like this, but those were just fantasies. Actually doing it for real seemed like it would be a lot more complicated..

And yet here it was. Happening to him for real. For a moment he wondered if he shouldn’t just hand the keys over to the girls right now and avoid all this, but... The way Celestia made it sound, they’d probably just be disappointed, even if she hadn’t explicitly said it.

He shrugged it off. He wasn’t going to let them down, no matter how rough it was to begin with. He'd have to get over his hesitations if he was even going to survive the night.

Damn him for making that promise.

'Deep end it is,' he thought to himself. He took a deep breath.

There was something he really wanted to do, though. Hesitantly, through the embarrassed haze he was currently experiencing, Kenta reached a hand out and cupped the bottom of Clarissa's breast, giving it a gentle rub. The simple movement sent her whole chest wobbling with a little clap, the feeling of his fingers sinking into her chest alone basically sending him to Nirvana. With one final drag of his hand upwards, he let her go, watching mesmerized as her tit dropped with a 'plap' and plenty more bouncing and jiggling.

Kenta repeated this with the rest of the girls, spending an amount of time he wasn't able to calculate just blatantly pressing, feeling, groping, lifting, squeezing and massaging each of their melons, committing the experience to memory. If Kenta had a bucket list, this was probably the very first item and feeling them felt like a big weight off his mind. If he hadn't gotten that out of the way early they might have been driving him crazy all night long.

And the ladies just giggled and made happy little squeaks as he played with them. Whenever he was done with one, those who hadn't gone yet thrust their chests forward to rub on the backs of his hands. And obviously all their breasts felt amazing, soft and squishy in his hands but with those bottle cap-hard nipples inevitably puffing up anything they wore, and big enough to wrap his hand around and tug on.

Clarissa's breasts were just ridiculous to look at: sag was non-existent, like a big pair of fake, basketball-sized stripper titties. But her confidence when he felt her up spoke volumes about how natural they were, to say nothing of how she'd passed all those good genes onto her daughter. Groping her chest was blissful.

In contrast, feeling Celestia's heavy boobs was exactly what he'd expected. Where the other girls were firmer, Celestia's melons hung nice and heavy on her chest. Exactly the sort of breasts you thought of when you heard 'milkers' or 'udders', of course those would be her pride point. She might be the only girl here who actually regularly wore a bra, and even then that felt like an exercise in futility with how overstuffed they looked, how much tit spilled over the edges. On groping, Kenta's fingers immediately sank into the pliable, squishy meat, while Celestia just winked and stuck her tongue out. What a tease.

And Athena and Mika both obviously took after Mika's mom, their chests large, springy and round, fighting back against any pressure he put back on them almost immediately, always bouncing back to their natural positions. The standout appeal here was in how little control either of them had in their pleasure over being groped: while Celly and Clarissa could keep their lips sealed for the most part, Athena and Mika's voices rose in sweet cries over and over, arching their backs, hooding their eyelashes, wrapping both their hands around his outstretched arms and squeezing him tightly just to try to alleviate the tension they felt. Having their chests groped triggered a strong urge to fuck in both girls, and they couldn't keep it out of their eyes as he played with their melons.

The reactions Kenta received from the girls were simply to die for. It was better than any dream he could possibly ever have, and he kicked himself for the fact that he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The three girls other than Athena were just having fun abandoning responsibly and being his fuckdolls, but as a member of Mighty Guard she seemed to take it even further, staring at him reverently as he groped her. She knew he’d saved the city, after all.

She knew he was a hero and it glowed in her eyes.

Which was why she suddenly reached up and grasped the wrist of the hand mashing her tit like a cheap squeaky toy. “Hey, come on, Kenta, don’t be shy,” Athena suddenly said.

She used her grip to push his hand more firmly up against her melon, her grin widening as he got really deep into the squishy fat. “If anyone deserves to play with us like this... it’s you, stud. Sir. Sir-stud.”

“This is your reward.”

Reward. Yeah. Wow. When she put it like that... it suddenly felt a lot easier to just let his hands roam. He began to imagine scenarios in his head to see how far he could go. 'Please play with my tits, Kenta, you deserve it.' 'Please fuck my throat until I pass out, Kenta, you deserve it.' 'Please use my pussy as your personal urinal, Kenta, you deserve it.'

He mentally slapped himself for that last one.

Mika poked her in the cheek, laughing. “Hey, don’t say that! Kenta’s just our school teacher, you know... The guy we should really be spoiling is whoever saved us when we were trapped on that train!”

Kenta stiffened, suddenly brought back to reality. His shoulders hitched up until the moment had passed, and he hoped that his cover hadn't been blown. Athena had been with MG longer than he had, he assumed, so she seemed like she was way better than keeping it in.

And sure enough, she just laughed, loosening her hold on Kenta’s wrist. She shook her chest, teasingly slapping his hand away with one of those bowling ball breasts before shrugging. “Mmmh, I suppose you’re right! But hey, at least we can spoil Kenta until that guy makes himself know, right?”

“Oh totally!” giggled Mika, nodding, bumping her breasts into Athena’s, letting Kenta smoothly slide his fingers over to another pair of giant teenage teats. “He’s still a fucking hunk~”

Celestia and Clarissa both reflexively looked up, conditioned as teachers to scold their students for swearing... but somehow neither of them felt the need to correct Mika’s potty-mouth at that moment. Kenta sure didn’t.

After finally coming to his senses, he took a look around him and remembered that they were on the sidewalk. His cheeks were a bit red and he pocketed the keys with an awkward smile.

"...We uh... guess we should probably go inside first, huh...?" Smooth, Kenta.

"Good idea, king!" Celestia laughed, putting her arms around him and Mika and leading them inside shoulder-to-shoulder. As Celestia slung an arm around him, Kenta let out a small 'oof' and they finally entered the club.

---

The inside of the club was pretty much what he'd expected, multiple young girls in their teens dancing on the stages for a jeering, noisy crowd of drunk, lecherous females. He was getting plenty of looks being the only guy in the place.

It was a bit smokey, but not to the point of distraction and definitely a lot cleaner than he expected. Seeing the jailbait in various states of nothing all around him was dreamlike. Especially the teen with large tits working the pole in nothing but pasties, high heels, a garter and sparkly body glitter. Oh, and copious amounts of arousal dripping down her thighs.

But the girl on the pole was completely overshadowed by the proprietress in front of him. She was a girl about the same age as Swan and as plump as Celestia, with a long flowing head of purple hair and dark, sleepy eyes. Her little black dress was cute and stylish, or would have been on a woman without such colossal mammaries rendering any attempts to be classy indecent. She didn't seem to so much wear it as she was currently happening to the dress and it was just barely holding back everything that was Stocking.

"Well, you must be Kenta. Celestia told me to give you the V.I.P. treatment tonight... which is kinda why we're letting a guy in my club at all. Better make the most of it!"

"Oh, and... my name's Stocking, owner and proprietor of this B3 Club - that stands for Bigger, Better and Bustier~ ♪”

“And, before you ask, like all the patrons here, I'm a lesbian~"

Why did she feel the need to state that? Just what had Celestia said about him?
She chewed her lip. "Most of the time, anyway..."

Her little insinuation that she'd make an exception for her sexual preference did something a bit special to his cock. This sex-bomb carried herself with so much confidence it practically made him nervous.

"Your room is this way," she said, leading them to a private room at the back of the club, with a small private stage about six feet across, a karaoke machine with music, three large leather couches and a private bar. There was also a cabinet containing no doubt plenty of raunchy stuff, anything they might need to have fun.

Stocking flicked them a little salute as she made to leave. "Just call me if you need anythiiiing~"

Kenta entered the room and got settled in. It was almost a relief when she left... Now he only had to deal with four unreasonably sexy sluts instead of the alternative.

Feeling a bit hot under the collar, Kenta took off his jacket and tossed it onto the back of one of the leather couches, leaving him in a sleeveless shirt. He was pretty sure that the rest was going to come off during the course of the night, but, baby steps. He still felt completely overwhelmed, after all.

That's when he noticed the bar. Kenta wasn't much of a drinker but he knew a little bit, and he ducked behind the counter and began bringing bottles and glasses out... The range was intimidating: like everything else here, Stocking only had the best.

He figured he should do something. It's why they were there, after all. He was the 'King'.

"I'm gonna make some drinks. How abouuuut...." Kenta looked between the four, before pointing to Athena. "Athena, how about you give us a show?"

Athena laughed behind her hand, batting her long eyelashes his way. "Looks like Kenta's picking this up quickly. What a man~"

Kenta rolled his eyes. It wasn’t like they were giving a choice, this was sink or swim. He knocked back a shot of something strong and hoped it would help.

Celestia warmly smiled from her spot on the couch as Athena took the stage, clinging to the pole and doing her warm-ups. "Perhaps he simply recognized you're the most talented of us here for the task. Why, I think even I could learn a thing or two from you."

“We’ll see... Are you watching, Kenta?”

“Mmm...” he murmured, still in the process of picking out drinks and nearly dropping a bottle as she got to gyrating on the pole. Slowly, he put the bottle down, and stared.

Athena kicked a high-heeled clad leg in the air, then sunk into a squat and began slowly working her hips. Clarissa fussed with the music, finding a nice rhythm for Athena to move with. Soon, she was bent over at the waist, her skirt up around her midsection, kicking her hips up and down, bouncing her booty in nothing but that tiny, tight thong. "Maybe you're right, Celestia... Maybe there are a few pointers I can give you and the girls... Well? Anyone want to learn?”

It was totally the right call to put Athena on the pole. It seemed like the slut was made to show off.

... Kinda surprising this girl shaking her tits and ass for him was the same one that helped take down a giant wolf-train that same morning, but he wasn't going to complain one fucking bit.

Especially when Mika got on stage next. She got up right alongside Athena, both girls gripping the pole while facing outwards, flaunting their phat tits for Kenta and the girls without a single hint of shame. Mika's shirt rode up her waist just like Athena's had, and soon both girls were rubbing the plump, outlined bulges of their pussies for him, grinning like the very naughty brats they were.

They only went raunchier from there, turning inwards, mashing the pole together between four massive breasts, squeezing it tightly in their embrace, sliding down while gripping it tightly with their hands. It was impossible to think of the pole as anything other than his cock with the way they rubbed on it... and Athena clearly knew it. She turned and smirked at him as she did it.

And as her daughter danced on stage, Clarissa moved to take a drink from Kenta, slipping him a little kiss on the cheek as thanks... grinning as she watched the girls moving.

But the one he really had to watch was Celestia. As usual, she was looking for ways to cause mischief and soon produced boxes containing pasties, body glitter and fluorescent, glow-in-the-dark paints. Setting that last one aside for now, she called Athena over. The skank looked up, intrigued at the boxes in Celestia’s hands, and in no time at all she hopped off the stage and was heel-toeing over. Celestia purred as she took Athena's dress and suddenly hauled it off over her head, leaving the scientist in just her thong, and nothing else.

Athena squealed and folded her arms over her chest in surprise... at least until Celestia indicated the box of pasties. When Athena saw those, she let her tits bounce free with a smile, cupping and lifting them for Celly... who quickly plucked up two yellow, heart-shaped pasties and slapped them on like she was punishing a naughty child. Two deft flicks of her wrists and they adhesed, sticking fast to Athena's massive teen melons. And when Athena poked her tongue out and posed with her arms behind her head, Celestia was quick to tug her student’s thong down and slap a third on her cunt. Athena gasped as the cool sensation spread through her defenseless womanhood, but only for a second... then she got to showing it off by squatting and spreading her legs with her hands on her thighs. The thick mound of her slutty pussy looked better than ever with plenty of ripe pink flesh peeking out from either side under the pasty, to say nothing of the plump button of her clit poking it up in the middle, kept constantly throbbing in its synthetic sheath. And as she preened and showed off, Celestia was already on the move again, working to transfer the content of the glitter box to her student’s supple body, raining it down on Athena from on-high, letting it stick where it may.

'Thank god for Celestia' wasn't something Kenta thought he'd ever be thinking, but after seeing Athena's body dolled up and displayed like a toy, her pasties covering just enough, her body sparkling under the light with all that glitter, he was a believer. He needed to put his hands on that body.

Pouring drinks for the other three girls, he brought them over to them. Once he handed them out, he hesitated for a second in front of Athena, stopping himself from asking a 'can I', before just shaking his head and pressing his hand against her presented body.

It was almost like an inspection. Kenta hefted her tits again, making the wonderfully presented globes shake and jiggle as they dropped and causing those yellow hearts to move all over the place. He then moved downward, dragging his fingers over her toned belly, tracing a line around her diamond-shaped piercing before going even lower. His fingers roved over the pasty barely covering her glitter-flecked cunt, and when Kenta's finger found her clit he gave it a bit of light attention, savouring her reaction as she had a small orgasm on the tip of his hand. She twitched and moaned like a whore, clinging to him for support.

But then, without removing his hand, Kenta dragged his fingers sideways across Athena's hips as he circled the dolled-up teen, giving her ass a nice squeeze before plunging a finger between her cheeks to check if there was a pasty there, too. Of course there wasn't. Kenta instead circled her anus, almost petting it softly.

He swallowed. Had to look in-charge. "...Looks like you missed a spot, Celestia~"

Celestia whistled nonchalantly, dismissing his remarks coyly. "Well, I only have so many of these, you know! Let’s make sure there's enough pasties for everyone before we worry about thaaaat~" she giggled, lifting the box up. "You two are next, mm?"

Athena perked up at that, realizing she had to protect the chastity of her besties while they were getting changed... so of course she looped her arms around Kenta's neck and pulled him against her, tangling her fingers in his short hair, giving it a little tug. "Uh-uh... No peeking, King..."

And then she gave him a nice reason not to look. Her lips, soaked in dripping, canary-yellow lipstick, collided with Kenta's mouth, the orangette moaning into him as she invited him to open up, and swallow her tongue. Athena pressed herself into him until her tits were completely flat on his chest, giving his hand more of her ass as they made out long and slow and heavy. "Uhhh... Mmm... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah~"

She tasted him again and again, only stopping for a sip of her drink, which she promptly shared with him. She broke the kiss again and again to do so, always diving in for another taste right after.

Kenta, in turn, lapped up the drink she so graciously offered him, giving her ass a nice, hard slap each time she broke off the lip-work to refill. Soon, he pressed her hips against his, letting her feel what she was doing to the cock in his pants as he reached down and gave her bare asshole another few thrusts with his finger while sucking on her tongue.

He didn't even get the opportunity to try to peek at the others, so mission accomplished there. God, if this was how they wanted to treat him, he didn't want to ever give up those keys.

"... And done!" giggled Celestia. Following her lead, Kenta finally broke the kiss with a gasp of his own and returned his attention back to the room.

The other three girls were all done up in the same trio of pasties as Athena in their own fun colours, and shimmering with body glitter to boot. And... they were also lined up against the wall, hands splayed out, heeled feet spread, thick asses raised invitingly with pasties barely clinging to their dripping pussies.

Or Clarissa and Mika were. Celestia instead clutched a gigantic bottle of baby oil with a squeeze top, which she handed to Athena, who in turn passed it to Kenta.

Or she tried to. Kenta was spellbound. Seeing one girl wearing that outfit was enough, but all four of them in what was basically his dream-outfit made him weak in the knees. He nearly missed the bottle in Athena’s hand, taking a split second to catch it before it could clatter to the floor.

Then she and Celestia took their places in the row, inviting Kenta to - what else? - oil them up.

"You can get every spot on our bodies, then, if you're going to be so thorough," teased a flushed, panting Celly.

"...God, that's not gonna be a problem at all." Kenta said absentmindedly. He almost drooled.

Kenta flicked open the cap on the bottle of baby oil and walked over to Celestia, turning it over and splashing the contents onto her supple ass, slowly making his way up her back until there was a pool of oil rolling down her skin, collecting between her cheeks.

Kenta got to work, diving his hands in, rolling and spreading the oil over the milfy slut, the slick liquid causing his palms to glide over her as he pushed his fingertips into her ass, causing her thickness to surround him as he worked. He covered down one leg and up the other, before pressing his bulge between her legs from behind. Purely to get his arms around her and over her front, you see.

Groping and pawing at Celestia's chest like playthings, Kenta kept spreading the oil, working his way up her gigantic tits, fingers cupping around her nipples and pulling them outward before letting go, making her shiny, wet, slick assets drop and bounce heavily before he placed his hands on the top of her tits with a wet 'plap'.

He took a minute to admire the view, cock throbbing against her ass while massaging the top of her tits. "God, I almost wish you could come to work looking like this..."

"Who's to say I haven't...? It's not like you know what I'm wearing under that suit." Celestia sure did love to torment her favourite employee.

But her outward front of strength soon dropped, the more exploratory he got. She was swiftly grinding back on him and encouraging him to play with her fuckjugs even more. The meaty whore let out a very appropriate moan, finally succumbing to his touches, finally letting her voice ring out. She shook all over and whispered the first dirty word he'd ever heard her say: a sweet little "... F - fuck..." to let him know she was loving this, and working hard to keep herself from succumbing altogether.

Getting Celestia to moan like a whore felt like a point in Kenta's favor, but he didn’t have much time to savor it as the sensory overload continued unabated. And the other girls were anxiously awaiting their turns.

Eventually he let go to move onto the others, where Clarissa, Mika and Athena got the same treatment, even if they didn’t behave nearly as well as Celly had. Clarissa and Mika were both extra-feisty, trying to turn around and kiss him when he came over, when they weren't bouncing their breasts or shaking their asses. The mother slapped her daughter's rump, which made Mika squeal and bury her face in the couch beneath her, right before Clarissa threw herself on top of him, grabbing his arm and making him oil her chest at the same time he worked her daughter's ass. Her lips found his and the kissing he'd gotten from Athena a moment ago started up all over again with this second girl as he worked over the mother/daughter slut-combo.

Kenta tried his best to return Clarissa's kiss as fiercely as she was giving it. A difficult task, seeing as her high-class bimbo fuck-me lips were practically engulfing his.

Nevertheless, he stayed abreast of the situation and finished up somehow, giving out a lewd, in-depth oil massage for all four of the presenting sluts, along with plenty of pervertedly feeling them up. He also made sure to slide some oil in each of their anuses since they were all just available and right there. It only made sense to cover as much skin as he had access to, after all.

The end result was a set of shiny, slick, shimmering and dripping whores who Kenta couldn't help but admire through a haze of arousal.

And soon those four oiled bitches were strutting around the room, posing provocatively, leaning on each other, working the pole one by one. Athena hugged Mika from behind and filled her hands with tits while biting the other girl's neck, Clarissa and Celestia booty-bumped and twerked for him, totally heedless of the way they were showing off their bare assholes...

Another round of drinks was served, but somehow Kenta found his next drink being poured all over Clarissa's belly and breasts, and hands on the back of his head and his shoulders holding him down, inviting him to lick it all off her... something he probably would have done even without the assist. He buried his face in the mom’s tight midsection as he slurped up the burning liquid like it was water in an oasis, slowly moving upwards.

He then felt someone tugging at his pants.

He was too far gone to care at this point, letting whoever was responsible slide them down and releasing his now achingly rigid cock, which slapped against Clarissa's inner leg, adding its own lubrication to the generous coating already available. He continued upwards, drinking off of her body and letting his throbbing dick push along her thigh as his hands attempted to find purchase by grabbing onto the slippery breastflesh as he drank. The head of his member prodding and poking against the tiny pasty covering her fuckhole.

Finally, Kenta looked up and behind him to see who the culprit for removing his pants was.

But who else could it really be, but the woman in charge of this gang of female perverts...? Celestia leaned back, getting his pants off his ankles with a satisfied smile, tossing them over her shoulder and into a corner where they wouldn't be seen again all night. She looked utterly obscene kneeling down there, totally naked aside from those three hearts covering her privates. Her perverse expression with half-closed eyes and flopping tongue only made it lewder.

She got up on her knees, wrapping her arms around his legs from behind, sliding her tongue up his thigh and over his taut bum. She wrapped a hand around Kenta's cock, pumping it with her fist, cooing in delight as it measured up to her expectations. "Oh my goodness, Kenta... I knew you were qualified to teach at my school... but this might even be overqualified... Please tell me you've been feeding this monster to my girls..."

Kenta shivered as his boss played with him, each bit of attention causing him to pour his thick, heady precum over the slit of his coworker beneath him. How was he supposed to answer a question like that?

"Juh - ... just accidents, and - " he eventually breathed out, his back arching against Celestia's strokes.

Athena leaned over from where she'd been dancing on the stripper pole, eyes alight. "Mm, he hasn't screwed me or Mika yet, but I think we're going to find time for that tonight, somehow."

He looked at Athena briefly, remembering that she was there watching when he fucked Sunset. But while he was thinking about that, Celestia was already on the go again, dropping her hand to squeeze a huge, fat nut, then the other. She woke up the sleeping sperm inside, getting them ready to come gushing out.

"How about it, Kenta?” Celestia asked. “Want to do what every male teacher wants to, and fuck some teen pussy while his appointed supervisor just watches? Or maybe you'd rather go in here first?"
She bumped him forwards, thrusting his shaft against the pasty-clad mound of the tall, vivacious Russian woman in front of him, still soaked in his drink and shaking her tits in his face. Clarissa peeled her pussy-pasty back, letting him make his slippery way between her oiled thighs, rubbing cockhead and fiery slit together in a nice little greeting to each other. Clarissa couldn't handle it and clung to him, husking in a low voice, "Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme..."

And with Athena and Mika looking hopefully over her shoulders, the choice had never been harder.

"Fuck..."

The choice Kenta was given was hard, but with Clarissa repeating such a nice mantra in front of him, it would just be rude not to start with her.

Episode 3: The B3 Club Part 2

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Kenta started slowly, letting the head of his dick slip gently inside Clarissa, moaning as he felt that telltale jolt of electricity shoot up his spine. He grabbed onto her thighs roughly to try to ease himself out before starting in earnest.

He eased himself into Clarissa's cunt, savoring every single inch of the scalding-hot fuckhole gripping him, bringing a warmth into his core. "S - sorry girls, but... this is right in front of me." He punctuated his words by finally jamming the rest of his length into the Russian, smashing his hardened thighs against her taut legs. Before pulling out, he savored Clarissa's depths, looking over at Mika as he grinded his hips against her mother.

With his decision made, things began to fall nicely into place for everyone. This was still a party, after all, Celestia and her students had plenty to occupy themselves.

So while he got to grips with the blonde bombshell - Clarissa made things easier by shoving Kenta down onto one of the couches and straddling him - the other girls kept having fun around the room without them: Celestia changed the music and Mika did karaoke five feet from her mom getting pounded silly, then she and Athena danced on the pole together, ending in a lip-locked makeout. Occasionally one of the girls would make her way over and join them on the couch for a moment, usually to make out with Kenta while he buried his cock in Russian MILF pussy, but mostly they just let him do his thing.

And Clarissa did her thing right back. She'd left Kenta's face a mess of lipstick marks as she rode him, bouncing that juicy, overgrown oiled ass of hers in his lap with a series of hot, wet slaps and spluts. She clung to him desperately, holding his face between her melons as she fucked him nice and hard and fast, showing no reservations about letting him blow his load inside of her.

And she lactated, of course. Once those pasties were peeled off, she wasted no time in demonstrating, shoving a fat, dollop-dropping nipple in his mouth and feeding him like a growing boy, which got her plenty of ass-slaps and catcalling from the others. She responded with a few stripper moves of her own, popping her booty and grinding on the cock inside her even harder~

Kenta, of course, loved having her nipple in his mouth and lashed the pink nub with his tongue, drinking milk straight from the tap as he drilled up into her.

And somewhere, during all this time fucking Clarissa, Kenta lost his shirt. Somehow that seemed to cross a line nobody had gone over yet, what with him now the only fully-naked person in the room... even the Russian riding him at least had a choker on. It made the girls stare even more, unable to hide their rising lust as they ogled his strong, hard, masculine form. They looked like wild animals that had just been thrown a big, hard slab of meat.

Kenta was completely losing himself in all that was Clarissa and the foreign goddess was milking him as much as he was milking her. Even while not vigorously pounding, her pussy basically massaged his cock, egging him to release inside of her.

It was the grind that did it. Eventually, Kenta lifted her up and turned around, practically throwing her onto the couch, still attached at the hips. He grabbed her by the heels of her shoes to use as handles and lifted her legs straight up, knees coming to rest on either side of her head as he started powerfucking her oiled-up cunt in earnest. His ass in the air, his wet hair pinned to his back, his balls slapping into Clarissa over and over... it was a blessed sight for the other girls to bear witness to.

Then, with one final slam downwards, Kenta unloaded his first orgasm of the night into Mika's mother, balls tightening and quaking as they poured thick and creamy cum into her, eventually shooting out, splashing over the floor and the seat of the couch.

Mika thrust her drink into the air and cheered, and Athena and Celestia followed suit. They clinked their glasses together and drained them to the last drop, all while Kenta and Clarissa continued to lock eyes with each other in the afterthroes of their orgasms, both moaning and trembling as that succubus drained his balls.

Such an irreverent mood. They didn't care one bit about making this night special or romantic. They were just acting like animals, and sweeping him up into their pace as they did. Kenta wasn't even done fucking out the last of his cream before he was tugged off of Clarissa and had a fresh cocktail thrust into his hand. He was downing it even as the last of his cumshot dripped out onto the floor.

He got one last glimpse of Clarissa fingering her leaking pussy, thrusting his bubbling cum deep inside herself while Celestia shoved a cigarette in her mouth and lit it up, before he was hauled onto the stage by the dancing Athena and Mika, bumped between their bodies, pressed in on by breasts on both sides. They took turns kissing him and grabbing his ass and cock, massaging the weary rod back to some semblance of life.

Being up on stage made Kenta feel like a bit of a stripper himself, and he grasped the pole above his head tightly and spread his legs, which urged the pair to get down there amongst them, squatting side-by-side in front of him.

And then they got to work, doing what naturally and obviously came to them when they squatted between a man’s legs.

"Homph..." groaned Mika as she lifted his dick into her mouth with her tongue. His balls naturally came to rest on her tits, where Athena gave them a good tonguing... before the girls switched over to using their breasts. They both grinned like cheeky brats as they moved to their knees, mashing their glittering, shiny breasts together around his cock, nursing him back to health, smacking his dick with their fist-sized nipples, leaving his meaty rod stinging.

Thankfully, there was plenty of smooshy, soft breast to ease himself back into after, releasing all the tension from his flesh and turning his churning balls back to high production.

And sure enough, Kenta’s cock was quickly roaring back to full power from being sandwiched between Athena and Mika's gravity-defying tits, enjoying the first ever paizuri he’d actually been conscious for... and oiled, at that! His leaking member bucked and pulsed as they rubbed him between their dripping expanses, the body glitter from the two rubbing off and making it sparkle.

Being mashed and squished between four giant, youthful tits with plenty of firmness was very, very nice indeed, and it was hard to keep his voice to himself, horny moans soon slipping out... much to Celestia’s delight. She urged him on, encouraging her pet hunk to thrust deep into Athena and Mika’s combined chests... which he gladly did.

“Ohhh... Ohhhhhhhh...!”

Maybe it was the alcohol, but Kenta was having fun getting caught up in this whirlpool of nonsense.

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Behind them, he saw Celestia pulling Clarissa onto the couch, both of them talking to Stocking who'd seemingly snuck in at some point. Seeing Stocking between the two busty milfs on the couch surprised Kenta a bit, but he decided she wasn't unwelcome at all when he saw what she did next.

Stocking placed a little baggy of highly-potent sex drugs on the minibar, then snuggled down onto the couch with Celestia and Clarissa, resting a hand on both the other girl's crotches, casually shoving fingers into their dripping and eager cunts as she watched Kenta and his students going at it.

She really had a way with girls. Guess that's why she runs this place.

And the sight actually gave Kenta a bit of an idea. He was up on the platform, so why shouldn't he perform a bit? With a little smile the chiseled teacher, now oiled and glittered up through simple bodily contact, dipped his body downward in front of the teenage fucksluts in front of him. He slipped his cock downwards so that it disappeared into their combined shelf of titflesh, only to reappear below a moment later, the girl’s hard nipples dragging across his front as he thrust his legs out to the side. He completed his squat with his uncontained tool slapping against their thighs and spilling seemingly endless amounts of clear, sticky precum down their legs.

The return trip was much the same, Kenta gyrating back upwards, slapping his cock against the underside of their tits this time, sliding all the way back up again.

... He kinda hoped it looked good. It wasn’t like he’d ever done anything like this before, even if his chiseled musculature really helped out with the visuals. Then again, these girls seemed liked they’d be happy with whatever he decided to do.

Yeah, at the end of the day, this was a performance for friends, after all. Kenta smiled, reminding himself to relax.

And he needed to, because what he did next was even bolder:

With an air of machismo, and a little smugness that played to his audience, Kenta let go of the pole and reached for the girls squatting on either side of him. He ran a hand through their respective heads of fluffy hair as his spurting dick sprung free of its shiny prison, bouncing, swaying, and releasing plenty more precum over the pair of walking teen onaholes servicing him.

And Athena and Mika, predictably, loved it. He might still be learning the ropes of dominating bitches, but it looked like his test audience was very, very receptive. The second they felt his fingers running through their hair, tugging tufts and pushing through their combined orange locks, their minds blanked, thoughts replaced by static. They smiled like dumb puppies, tongues stretching out to lick, lash... and just generally give that phat cawk a 5-star tonguebath. They were diligent.

Their reverent ministrations on his rod continued like this for a bit, with Kenta trying to play up his reactions for the crowd in front of him with arched backs, flexed muscles and drawn out moans every time one of the two hit a spot that made his cock jump.

And in no time at all, he felt another orgasm bubbling up within him. He groaned, hesitating for a second, before figuring what the hell. He had plenty more to give, and the night was far from over. So he tightened his grip on Athena and Mika’s hair and firmly brought them forward on their knees, pressing his burning dick between their oily melons. He slammed himself home with a gasp, and started to fire off.

Kenta’s first few gushes went wide, pouring out from between the girl’s compressed cleavage to hose down the audience... before he was finally able to re-bury his rod in the jiggling teenage wonderland before him, spilling his seed over the two hungry sluts before him.

And they went wild! It was hard not to focus on Athena and Mika as they hurried to taste and slurp, shamelessly moaning around his cock as they gobbled up cum, lapping and swallowing, quietly sharing a moment of bliss as they kissed through the web of semen lacing them together. Mika had gotten the lion's share of his seed on her chest, so she graciously hefted a tit into Athena's mouth for cleaning, then Athena shared it right back to Mika, feeding it to her with her tongue.

“Guhhh...”

Orgasm over, Kenta came back to reality... and remembered his audience. He raised his eyes towards Celestia, Clarissa and Stocking.

Oops. And Celestia and Clarissa might be okay with a little spectacle, but what about Stocking! Stocking, a self-declared lesbian, had just watched a husky, built male with a ridiculously masculine, testosterone-fueled cock, pump out thick streams of cum all over the breadth and length of her private booth.

Was she livid?

... He couldn’t tell. Volleys of cum had lanced across her beautiful features, a hot white stream splashing her face and cleavage.

Kenta braced himself for the worst.

But instead... the club proprietress moaned. A little "Oooooh!" slipped from her purple-painted lips as she thrust her chest forwards, arching her back.

Then she sunk back into the couch, writhing and squirming, hands not sure where to go at first. Finally they made it to her breasts, tongue slipping out to slap around her face in slow circles, lapping up the heady stink of Kenta's hot semen. Celestia and Clarissa watched with obvious interest as their lesbian bestie reduced to such a pig-like state, self-molesting with her tongue poking in the air... before they dove in to help, both of them kissing her and licking her face, sharing long webs of Kenta's cum between their juicy, dripping mouths. Their asses swung up around and bumped together as they mounted their girlfriend.

And they weren't the only girls having a feast of Kenta's semen. All around him, all five girls were working on the cum soaking them, each one looking like a depraved hussy. What little they didn't catch dripped off the stage and the couch, adding further to the haze of his musk hanging over the room very nicely now.

Kenta didn't know what to think about the fact that the girls seemed to be reveling in his cum. The two teens at his feet were really going to town, to the point where he wondered if they’d been hypnotized by the Geomorphs! Was it possible? Had they made his cum addictive to weaken him?

No, probably not.

"Mm, looks like this dress is ruined now," murmured Stocking from beneath the other two girls, breaking the silence. "Guess I gotta..."

Without waiting for confirmation, she gripped the front of her little black dress and tore, shredding it easily as if designed for it. Her toned belly came out first, then her hefty, heaving tits and nice big hips, shredding away, freed in all her nudity. All she had on underneath was an outfit strikingly similar to the other girls, two purple titty-pasties and a thong so small it might as well not have been there. They combined with fingerless elbow gloves, stockings and open-toed high heels, creating an outfit, all up, with less material than a standard t-shirt to it.

The angel stood up slowly, still looking very semen-drunk, and put one heel on top of the miniature stage. Her huge hooters wobbled up into view, filling Kenta’s immediate world with pale, buxom goth breasts. She smiled at him, looking like a predator about to devour her prey.

"Looks like you're making a bit of a mess... You bad boy."

Stocking opened her hand, showing off a pair of sky-blue pasties, and abruptly slapped them onto Kenta's chest, one after the other, sticking them to his nipples with a suddenness that made them sting.

Kenta made a bit of a show for the proprietress of rubbing his pastied-up nipples, feigning like the slaps hurt more than they did in order to drag his hands over his scarred, oiled up pectorals. "That kinda hurt. These things mean I'm a dancer now?"

Well... Maybe that wasn’t too far off... Maybe he really was fitting in with their bawdy little group. Stocking definitely seemed to like him more now, or at least enough to do what she did next, which was catch him by the neck and suddenly start kissing him, smearing her dripping lipstick all over as she smacked her lips on his again and again.

He groaned, quickly returning the purple goth's savagely starving kiss.

How great. What a great thing that was happening. So great that Athena and Mika felt his cock once again rising to attention, whereupon they took the initiative by sucking the last of his semen out of his dick... and it came easily in response to making out with this buxom bad-bitch.

If there was one person that was probably a bad idea to show weakness to, Kenta figured it was Stocking. Swallowing his pride, he grabbed onto one of her giant, soft tits, sinking his fingers into the smooth flesh to the point where they almost disappeared. The way the goth bitch was acting, he figured that she wouldn't mind if he went a little rough, so he really got in there, pawing, jiggling, compressing and tugging them like they were specifically meant as playthings.

Eventually after sucking on Stocking's tongue for a while, Kenta grabbed onto her twintone purple-pink hair and pulled it back with a firm but slow motion so he could nip her neck, panting raggedly into her soft skin as he did.

"Figured that running this place meant you'd be used to seeing messes by now." Another bite, returning the goth's lipstick to her. "Didn't you say you were a lesbian, anyway? Because you're pretty fucking hot when you wear cum like that."

He turned around towards the pole (which caused a bit of frustration to Athena and Mika), placed his hands on it and spread his legs before slowly bending downward to the point where his hands were almost touching the base and his ass was in the air. He gave his hips as best of a wiggle as a muscled-up guy could while wearing nothing but oil, glitter and nipple pasties, making that fat throbbing cock and nuts slap his thighs with nice, impactful thuds.

“How’s that...?” Kenta teased. Inside, the guy was screaming at himself that he'll probably be embarrassed about all this the next morning, but he hoped it looked more sexy than silly to the girls watching him.

And Stocking just looked down at him, bent over like that, and responded immediately by slapping a hand to his ass in a vicious spank, giving Kenta's firm, plump ass the exact same crude groping and teasing he'd given her tits just a few minutes ago. At the same time, Athena and Mika both wrapped themselves around one of his legs, kissing their way all the way up to his waist. As if the cock throbbing away between his legs couldn't get any harder... Stocking grasped his balls and started squeezing them, while Athena and Mika squeezed themselves in to suck the head from either side, batting it around between their tongues.

"Hmph~ Don't go ahead of yourself just because you're a huge perv. I don’t hire men."

Stocking took a bottle of wine from the nearby counter, pushed it to her mouth to chug half its contents in a few solid gulps, then turned it down over his ass, the loud 'glug-glug-glug' sounding in the room as she slowly but surely drained the rest of the bottle all over him. Athena and Mika got splashed too, but they just squealed and took even deeper shelter in his crotch. Satisfied, Stocking tossed the bottle aside and called over Celestia and Clarissa, even as she sank down into a squat at the foot of the stage.

"... But, you can keep me entertained for a few hours, at least."

And that was how the next round of tonight's fun began, with all five girls crowded around their new stripper and dancer as he worked the pole, learning quickly with the occasional technical instruction from Athena or Stocking like "Stick your ass out more" and the much less technical instructions from the other three, like "Show us that phat cock~"

Kenta found it hot being objectified like this, and he followed all their pointers, correcting his technique to the best of his ability. This led to him shaking, posing and twirling with sweat, oil and liquor rolling down his cut form. And spanking just redoubled his efforts, each swat bringing out a hiss from between his teeth and a bit of a leak from his rock-solid cock which was now in an almost-permanent state of rigidity.

And with him drenched in a mixture of oil and wine still, every gyration of his body was accompanied by someone licking something. He had flashes of the girl's tongues all over, barely able to keep track of them all: Celestia burying her face in his ass, Athena sucking his toes, Stocking vacuum-slurping wine directly off his shaft, the mother/daughter duo sinking their tongues into his chiseled abs and v-cut...

The girls all over him, their everything on his everything, it was hard to keep track of. His entire body felt like it was tingling and he would move his hands only to brush against something that would make someone moan or gasp or giggle. It was impossible for him to properly tell who or where he was touching with the utter mass of slut stacked around him. The kisses on his thighs and balls made his cock bounce and leak, pouring precum all over anyone in the way. Having Celestia's body pressed against his from behind was like a soft pillows supporting him and egging him on.

Still, Kenta performed as well as he could as he shivered here and there from the overwhelming feeling. Celestia pressed her face into his ass and ran her manicured fingers over his throbbing rod from behind just as Stocking slipped her lips backwards and off of it, to make sure that the member didn't go one second from getting some kind of stimulation. Clarissa and Mika took to working his midsection, and Athena seemed more than content with her place between his legs, her face buried deep in his crotch as she drooled a bit.

Kenta couldn't see it, but he was very much sure that she was thrumming her fingers over her clit.

The straw that broke the camel's back was Stocking giving the side of Kenta's glans a little kiss. His head slid backwards and his abs tensed as he fired off again. Both Celestia and Stocking let go of his jumping cock, letting it twitch and throb and buck as it fired rope after rope of his thick, lava-hot cum all over her, so that for the second time to day that lesbian’s face had been left dripping with semen. Her eyes rolled back into her skull, her tongue poking out and twitching stupidly in the air as cum dripped off of her. She felt utterly humiliated, and it wasn't even midnight yet.

It made her cum like a dumb animal just thinking about it.

Episode 3: The B3 Club Part 3

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Watersports warning on this chapter!

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The night just went on and on with no end in sight... Or at least, that's how it seemed. Because it was plain as day the girls were all having a lot to drink, chugging beers and cocktails and whatever else they could in-between working over their stripper's body. It was getting obvious someone was going to need to let go sooner or later.

The girls were getting feisty and it was obvious someone needed to take charge, but it ended up coming from an unexpected direction... Seeing the state Stocking was in, Celestia pressed into her from behind, squeezing the younger girl's breasts, mashing them together as they both eyeballed Kenta's bitch-tamer. "We're losing sight of what we came here for, dearest Stocking... Shouldn't we proceed...?"

Stocking spat in disgust, trying to look unimpressed. She immediately went back to lapping up Kenta's cum afterwards, diminishing the effect. "I don't even like men. I just got roped up in your stupid shitty fuckfest and now I'm going to have to fuck him too! Shit! Fuck!"

Celestia laughed in her usual angelic way. "Now now... We can at least make it fun... Why don't we figure out the order by doing that again, mm?"

Stocking's eyes widened, then she smiled. "That? With a guy watching...? Ahhh, that's so fucking dirty! Slut!”

"Clarissa can help him judge, mm? Since she already had a turn."

Stocking's features pinched as she let out one of her trademark bitchy laughs. "I'm not gonna lose to you, though~"

As it turned out, the room was adjacent to an alleyway outside. A nice, dirty, filthy alleyway littered with trash, where nobody was likely to bother them. Kenta followed the five stripper-style girls outside, wondering what on earth they had planned... and his eyes soon alighted on four beers held by Celestia. She passed two to Clarissa and two to him.

"Alright, girls... As you all know," she said, steepling her fingers, "We're all very eager to fuck Kenta... So, we're going to determine an order. Everyone squat, please~"

Stocking picked up on it right away and squatted right down in the alley without needing to be told. Athena and Mika followed a little more slowly, looking confused. Celestia clapped joyfully.

"Kenta, Clarissa, if you could feed us those yummy beers, please~? Just upend them down our whore throats, like you'd normally do... Then, we'll play a little game."

"What... kind of game?" asked Mika, looking a little scared.

"Oh, it's very simple... You know how to hold your bladder, don't you~? Well, we're going to see who can last the longest! Whoever has to 'go' first, making a naughty mess all over this filthy alleyway... will be crowned our loser. And anyone who lasts longer than her, gets to screw Kenta before her. If you really want his dick in you, you shouldn't have any problem holding it in, mm?"

Then she squatted down between the two younger girls, putting an arm around Athena and Mika each. And that was how Kenta found four supermodel-level girls in just nipple pasties now, peeling off their pussy pasties and massaging some sensation into their plump lower lips as they got ready to try to not piss themselves in front of the guy they liked~ They opened their mouths, ready to drink, and Clarissa grinned, clinking her two beers with his. "Well, you heard her!" laughed the blonde Russian. "No time like the present!"

And on that note she fitted her two beers to Mika and Celestia's mouths, upturned them, and let both girls start chugging the amber liquid down, filling their already-bloated bladders.

Was Kenta actually seeing what was taking place? Did he, along the way, somehow pass out and was having some kind of weird dream, or was Celestia really proposing this completely and utterly debased way of determining the fuck order? He looked at his boss in a brand new light and imagined doing a bunch of unspeakable things to her and figured that she'd get off on every single one.

"...Fuck, Celestia, you dirty whore."

Screw it, caution to the wind. Kenta gave another quick grab onto Clarissa's ass before taking his bottles and stepping up to Athena and Stocking, whereupon he slipped them between their lips and turned them upwards slowly to watch them chug the whole things in one go.

He was surprised to find his cock was reacting to all of this... He didn't figure he could even get this perverted.

Athena and Stocking's throats both worked sensually as they guzzled down the proffered beers. While Stocking worked it smoothly and easily, Athena's cheeks swelled up like a chipmunk's and beer dribbled down her chest. Somehow she kept it under control and soon she was taking down the foam at the bottom of the bottle.

Clarissa giggled and clapped her hands, with an enthusiastic little "Go Mika!" as if she'd forgotten her daughter was a high-schooler about to fuck a 25-year-old man. She was just excited to see her little girl competing with her elders, how cute~

And then the race was on in earnest.

All four girls squatted down in the alleyway, gritting their teeth, hands behind their heads, legs spread wide apart as they tried to think of anything but wetting. Passersby glanced in, a few even snapping photos, but nobody made any move to stop them. Besides, how could they? One of the girls humiliating herself down there was the owner of this private property~ That classy, long-haired goth with the massive juggs was trying just as hard as anyone else.

And then, they waited. With the competition on, every girl focused as hard as possible on not letting loose... or at least, not before the others. Athena, Celestia, Mika and Stocking all seemed perfectly fine with the idea of letting loose here like dirty bitches, but for the moment they were solely focused on holding off, no matter how much it made them suffer.

Their expressions got lewder and lewder as their swollen bladders pressed down on their wombs, stimulating them from the inside: they grit their teeth, they rolled their eyes back, they even began anxiously thrust their hips in the last moments, releasing cute squeaks and squeals. And the time before their inevitable defeat grew closer and closer.

In the end, Mika was the first to let go, flashing double peace-signs and whipping her head back, tongue poking in the air as she released a steady stream of piss between her high heels, that steamed in the chilly night air. She was drooling, cumming, while her mommy laughed behind her hand.

The sight of it was too much for Stocking beside her. For all her fronting, the goth angel was just as vulnerable as everyone else, and she'd been also already drinking before she'd turned up to say hi. With a whorish moan, she released as well, two bitches pissing side by side.

Athena was a second later, bracing herself on the alleyway wall, hanging her head and groaning as she relieved herself. She looked at Kenta as she continued to go, and seeing his throbbing hard dick made her purr. She held her breasts, squeezed and licked them, as she emptied her bladder for him.

And Celestia... just barely managing to squeeze herself in last place, released the heaviest gusher of all, groaning and biting her lip. Her expression was desperate, pleasured, decadent and horny all rolled into one, the look of a woman with no inhibitions to speak of. She pissed at Kenta's feet even as she gave him that humiliated grin, panting, eye-raping him, knowing she'd won the right to drip the rest of that piss on his fat cock as he pushed it inside of her.

"Mmm~ Oh my. It appears I'm victorious... How unexpected~ ♥"

Watching the four sluts debasing themselves in front of him, their streams of piss spraying into the alleyway almost broke Kenta completely. He was barely holding back. But it was Celestia's measured, completely sultry but still 'proper' voice that got to him. Her body and her actions were unbelievably lewd, dripping with sex from just laying eyes on her, but it was her voice that completed it. Like a prim and proper princess that wasn't currently spreading her legs like a whore while competing in a pissing contest to see who would be the first to receive a wombful of his cum.

Unable to take it anymore, Kenta pushed Celestia's back against the hard brick walls of the club, his cock pressed between her legs, his throbbing glans pouring precum and kissing up to her still-dribbling slit as it leaked a stream of piss down his rock-hard shaft. Droplets of her liquid dripped off of his balls as he grabbed onto one of her legs, lifting it up to give himself a better grip.

"Yeah..." Kenta panted, gripping tightly onto Celestia's body, "... Unexpected... You've been teasing me since I started working for you, hoping for this, haven't you?"

He roughly thrust up into the thirsty milf, sending her body jiggling in a debased manner as various juices and liquids splashed out of them. He gripped onto one of her pasties, ripping it off of her in a quick, rough manner like one would remove a bandage before slapping his palm down onto the giant milky mound. This curvy slut had Kenta wound tighter than a spring and he only felt a little bad for what he did next, figuring that if anyone was going to get off on something like this then it'd be Celestia.

"I've been drinking just as much as all of you girls, you know..." Kenta looked at Celestia with a bit of a drunk and hazy smile as he slowly slid his cock inward and tugged that milfy whore’s nipples to accentuate his point. "So after all that teasing, if anyone deserves this, it's probably you~"

"Oohhhhh... Kentaaaa, yesss... That's so offensive, using me like your urinal... Ooooh, you must really be after a promotionnnnn... Ooouuuh..."

Kenta let loose his own stream of piss, flooding Celestia's pussy as he slowly pushed into her, warmth filling them both.

And as it poured into her, the thicc bitch just whined and moaned and bucked even more. She moaned her naughtiest moan yet, finally cumming, twitching on the end of that big fat cock as used her pussy like a urinal. It took a second, but soon the liquid was pouring out of them, making a puddle on the tarmac between them.

"Uuuoooh... Guilty as charged, sir! When I saw your pics I knew... I knew I needed a young, good-looking man under me, just to help me blow some steam off... But, oh! You've grown into a wonderful protege... You really have outdone yourself... Oooouuuoooh, harderrrr!"

But while Celestia had no trouble braving the cold, the other girls soon decided to head back inside, laughing and saying not to keep them waiting too long. A firm few slaps to Celestia’s ass on their way in and they were gone, leaving her and Kenta to their work. She braced her hands against the wall and let him give it to her, bouncing her ass back into his shaft, taking her pounding just how she'd been craving.

A crowd of onlookers had gathered, but the couple didn't slow down at all... Kenta bucked up against Celestia's hefty ass, drove himself in deep and started filling her up. Yet more of their stinky, oozing fluids splashed all over the alleyway as he filled Celestia's womb to the brim with some long-overdue semen, leaving her to stagger back inside on shaky legs.

... And Athena was already waiting for him when he came in the door. She slung a leg and both arms around Kenta, kissing him roughly, feeding him one of Stocking's sex-pills with her tongue. He briefly wondered what was in it, but the effect was pretty obvious seconds later as his cock was suddenly instantly erect again. And with a busty teenage stripper slut to fuck right in front of him, he decided to save figuring it out for later.

Athena wrapped one hand around the stripper pole and lifted her whole body up, raising her pussy over his shaft.

"G-god you girls are going to murder me..." Kenta was able to moan out as Athena lowered herself onto his cock, getting ready for climax #5 from their overworked stallion.

But Athena was in her element now, limber and skilled as she was. She knew how to work a pole while working the pole, and however Kenta grabbed her she seemed able to move with it and keep riding... this thot had a position to accommodate anything and everything. It was a creativity he rewarded by grabbing her ankle, lifting her leg up over her head and wrapping her around the pole while using her long ponytail as a handle to support pumpfucking her needy cunt.

It was really fun to watch her tits jiggle and bounce as she tried to hold on, his cock making her tummy bulge out, the dangling diamond piercing on her bellybutton bouncing and jangling along with his rhythmic jackhammering.

Kenta timed his thrusts to the beat, the lights bouncing off of their glittered bodies and putting on quite the show for the other girls, really turning kissing the teen’s womb into a performance art. Athena's pupils rolled upwards, her lidded eyes unfocused and her tongue lulling out, the drool dripping from her lips further soaking the stage in sex fluids.

But one or two drops of drool was nothing compared to the mess that came next. She came like a brazen slut, and her clenching pussy caused Kenta to orgasm as well. As the song neared its conclusion, he pumped her tight pussy full, the white liquid eventually spurting out in waves while he massaged her inner thigh, surprised she was able to hold that position for so long. A thick, goopy slop poured out of both of them, running down her thighs to completely drench the stage at their feet, covering all the drool, sweat, semen and girlcum under yet more thick mess. Kenta kept her leg raised all through, letting Athena enjoy showing off for the others, letting her squirt high into the air with a supremely satisfied look on her face.

And just as they finished... someone killed the lights. The poor boy suddenly found the room plunged into darkness.

Thankfully, there was a guiding light to see by right in front of him, and one that was very easy on the eyes: Stocking. With his sticky, steaming cock now free to slip out of Athena, he could pay all his attention to the utterly decadent view right in front of him.

The goth bitch had gone the extra mile, breaking out the glow-in-the-dark body paints in preparation for this moment, slathering herself from head to toe. A body that was already a treat to look at with big heavy tits and a large round ass was now transformed in the dark by glowing patterns encircling her meaty thighs, lines drawn to her crotch, trails leading around her pink teen areolas... rounded out by the luminescent angel wings painted to either side of her womb.

She danced up to the stripper pole, leapt demurely against its cold steel girth, and wrapped both legs all the way around it before flinging her head back, upper body dangling down while her strong legs and hips kept an iron grip around the bar. Stocking’s purple-pink hair swept around the stage's base as she presented him with tits and tummy, and the yawning orifice of her mouth level with his fat cock. The intent couldn't be more obvious~

Those vibrant, pounding beats obliterated his thoughts, making it hard to focus on anything other than face-fucking this angelic devil, squatting over her beautiful features and pounding her mouth senseless. He felt the other four girls roving their hands over him as he mouthfucked Stocking, covering him in the same paints, highlighting his saliva-drenched dick in a rainbow of colours.

But none gave him more attention than Mika. The youngest of the group and also the most eager, she’d been touching and rubbing up on Kenta all night waiting patiently, and now she felt her chance growing close. She wanted him to finish up with Stocking already.

So as Kenta thrust away, using Stocking's mouth for its intended purpose, Mika pressed her hand into the base of his cock, rubbing and massaging it. It felt like Heaven, getting suck-slurped at one end and teasing, energetic masturbation at the other.

And when he creampied the goth's throat, Stocking swallowed it all like a good little girl, then stuck her tongue out submissively to show him it was all gone. She seemed to have come around to her bisexual side somewhere along the way.

She gave his cock head a little ‘chu’ on the way out, tongue rolling along the underside of his testosterone-fuelled cock in a personal little goodbye, doe eyes telling him to come back and use her mouth again sometime soon.

Then she pouted, because Mika was now at her grabbiest yet. As his throbbing member left its plush purple prison, his wildfire student was taking hold of him again, grasping his slimy rod, feeling and reveling in its power, its constant hardness.

“Me now,” she giggled, and Stocking fumed, even as she unlatched herself from the stripper pole and returned to her feet.

With the limberness of an Olympic gymnast, Mika slipped between Kenta's legs while dragging her giant, impossibly soft tits up his front. She buried his cock in their valley, milking out the rest of his cum into her expanse, rubbing it into her skin like a lotion.

After a few solid pumps of his cock, she slid up his front, coming eye-to-eye with him. He opened his mouth to begin to ask how to do it, but Mika just shushed him with a kiss, latching on, all her pent-up moans and squeaks finally coming free as she pressed her cum-covered tits into him. Sucking on his tongue, she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down onto the stage floor climbing on top of him as he descended, grasping his cock even as she continued to keep them connected by their mouths, making lewd smacking sounds as she had her fill of his tongue.

He felt her thigh against her thigh... and then suddenly he was inside, the feeling of her tight, needy pussy contracting around his shaft suddenly rushing forwards all at once. Mika finally let go of his tongue with a 'pop', throwing her head back like her brain had exploded into stars upon finally being stretched out from inside by Kenta's thick member. She sat there for a few moments, twitching her hips and hugging her chest while giggling and biting down on her lip... before she started bouncing.

Kenta did his best to keep up, thrusting upwards into her and working his core muscles at the same time as Mika pushed down onto him. She seemed like her mind was almost gone, and now she just reveled in being thrown around. Her gigantic knockers bounced along in time with their thrusts, sending drops of leftover sweat, oil and cum flinging around them while she squealed out.

Eventually, Kenta felt himself ready to burst again, and grabbed hold of Mika's wrists, yanking her entire body down onto him as his back arched. His whole midsection shot off of the floor to suspend the girl in air as he came, his dick bulging in her stomach while pressed against her womb. More thick, hot cum spilled out of them, rolling over his hips and ass to pour onto the floor beneath them.

---

Kenta's eyes naturally drifted to the clock up on the far wall... The time... was a few minutes before midnight. The six of them had been at this for just slightly under four hours.

How long had Celestia booked this room? She'd said 4 AM, right? They were only halfway into her booking, and there was still plenty more to do.

After that came a smoke break, where everyone had a cigarette. More than one, in fact. The roof of the private booth was soon swimming in smoke. The girls made out lazily, while Kenta fucked Celestia again.

Mika and Athena went out to get some greasy food, bringing back burgers and kebabs and whatever else for everyone. They found Kenta screwing Stocking on the couch, the couple barely pausing in their animalistic rutting to eat the offered food. Some of it ended up on Stocking's tits and there was no shortage of mouths ready to suck and lick it all off.

Mika and Clarissa tried riding him at the same time, mother and daughter making out as one sat on his dick and the other on his face. The morning spooled out, and there was another lengthy, naughty piss-break around 3 AM, and one last fuck involving all of them trying to fit on top of him at once... Everyone was roaring drunk by that point so it didn't go as well as they'd hoped, but he was still pumping plenty of his cum inside all of them.

In the early hours of the morning, Kenta recalled the locked chokers around the girl’s necks. Well... he supposed it was fine to let them go after such a thorough performance, wasn’t it?

So he lined them all up to fill their throats with his bulging cock until each one snapped wide open in turn, falling to the ground with a nice, loud 'clink.’ Stocking even helped out by guiding the girls' heads down onto his pulsing member with more than a bit of force, basically using their mouths as onaholes to get him off in the process.

When it came Celestia's turn, Kenta almost decided to just pocket the key. It was so nice seeing the curvy slut debasing herself so raunchily like she had done that night and it was extremely tempting just to keep it as a memento, forcing Celestia to wear that lewd locked choker the whole time at school the next day. Sort of like a little 'I own you' move to his boss.

But as much as Celestia's eyes widened with excitement when she saw him deliberating, Kenta decided it was probably a little too much for now. He probably couldn't actually go through with making someone do something like that. This was a special night to him, and regardless of how drunk and unrestrained he got, he couldn't just force his will onto someone else like that.

Of course he still shoved his cock down into the waiting sleeve of her throat, though. It almost felt like it belonged there, and even after breaking the choker he didn't pull it out until he saw her squirming. As soon as he finally did, she gasped, shuddered, and came all over herself.

Celestia, Kenta realized, was extremely, hopelessly perverted and there was probably no way to actually get on her level or satisfy her completely.

Then Mika and Athena had to bow out to go home and get ready for school, while it finally sunk in with Celestia, Clarissa and Kenta they'd be required at work soon. Stocking let them use the club's private bathroom, which led to another fourway fuck under blasts of thick hot water, and a steaming pot of coffee after.

He lost count of how many times he came that night.

---

The next morning, Kenta stumbled into school. And what a sight he was.

He groaned with his head on his desk, his long hair frayed and wilder than usual. How in the hell did Celestia do this? His whole body hurt like he had spent all of his waking hours working out, which he guessed he sort of had in a way. All four, no, five girls had sucked every last drop of energy out of him, leaving the man a wet and soaking husk.

He was pretty sure that he still had body glitter on him, too, and quietly hoped that none of his students noticed. Or that Athena or Mika said anything. Everything on him was sore, especially his dick.

Kenta finally lifted his face off the desk, his forehead red and indented with the corners of various papers. His students were staring at him and he realized that he had just fell asleep. Holy shit his head was throbbing. Even after all of the preventive measures he took, he still had one hell of a hangover. The sad fact of the matter was that he just couldn't really hold his liquor.

"Sorry 'bout this," he mumbled out, "Adagio could you maybe take roll again? P.E.'s probably gonna be a free period today." He slumped back down on his desk.

"... I am so above this," griped Adagio, even as she began to call out names.

And he had VR training tonight too.

Episode 4: Cozy Arrives At Mighty Guard

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Thankfully for Kenta, recovery was swift. A few bowls of ramen and a good night's sleep and he was recharged and running at full capacity again. And Stocking was even nice enough to make sure a recording of that night's proceedings made their way into his hands, even while swearing blind it was never ever going to happen again.

She did it in the same breath as mentioning some upcoming events at her club he should totally consider attending, but she tried her best, at least.

It was a little disturbing to Kenta that Stocking had taped their escapades. He gave it a watch in his free time and despite being hot as hell, he was actually pretty embarrassed at all the stuff he did. It was hard for him to believe that the man wearing oil, glitter and pasties and plowing those five ladies was him, and he told himself that he'd throw out the video eventually. Probably. After he finished masturbating to it several times.

He instead saved the thing and hid it, hoping no one would find it.

But more importantly... Mighty Guard were expanding! The way Roll and Swan told it, Kenta and Sunset's success in saving the train's occupants had resulted in further-reaching implications than he could have guessed. In addition to his students, one of the train's other passengers had been the daughter of an important Tokyo politician, a man who was now campaigning in Parliament for additional funding for self defense projects against the alien invaders. Coupled with Dominator's broadcast and the timing was perfect.

This all added up to cause a crazy amount of dosh to be poured into the Mighty Guard, wads of cash hurled at Swan and her girls faster than if they’d been hanging off stripper poles in pasties. Upgrades were numerous, including a personal material synthesizer in both the cockpits of G-Corona and Rakuraizer, and (slightly more importantly) an upgrade to Rakuraizer's systems so that Kenta would be able to summon it to his location with his M-Watch. Now we're talking!

Kenta, in particular, liked the changes. Rakuraizer having its own material synthesizer meant that there was less of a potential of jumping Sunset's bones when they were supposed to be doing more important things than each other... and he could secretly enjoy the feeling of getting wrapped up in latex without having to make sure nobody saw that he liked it (other than ATHENA, he supposed, but it's not like the AI had much to say regardless). The M-Watch, on the other hand, meant he could respond fast in an emergency. It certainly beat trying to get all the way to base when a problem decided to pop up because now he could just say the call phrase and get to work.

And for the future...? Swan was very happy to inform the two of them that construction had started on a third mechanized unit and member of the Mighty Guard team, a towering titan with the same functionalities as their own robots. She'd even gone ahead and recruited a test pilot for the role, who'd be training alongside them in the VR programs. She could also hypothetically pilot their mecha in case of an emergency.

Swan texted Kenta and Sunset asking them to come in and meet the new pilot tonight. Things were moving so fast!

---

Kenta's mind wandered as he watched the girls running track. The new improvements at MG due to the increase in funding sure were great. He idly tapped on the wrist-mounted wonder that was his M-Watch, pointing the device at the girls to check their stats and make sure everything was going well while they ran, trying to not stare at the bouncing, jiggling flesh.

Upon thinking about it, all of that weight and bounce, and most of the girls didn't even let it get to them in the slightest. Fluttershy was the slowest, but even then she never seemed like her proportions got in the way as she casually jogged, her vision obscured every so often by her gigantic pillows. Pinkie Pie was another mystery, and the springy cotton candy girl was more bouncing and bounding than running or jogging, and still keeping up with the rest of them with that huge grin plastered on her face. It was like she was in a constant state of bliss.

The M-Watch also seemed to go on the fritz whenever he would try to check her out, too. The readings were never bad, but always just sort of... incomprehensible. She always just seemed full of everything.

Class ended without incident (aside from the normal jiggling, squishing and pressing) and even the ordeal of being in the shower was manageable. Although while Kenta had gotten somewhat used to being bombarded by endless strings of 'accidental' gropings, especially around his dick, he wasn’t quite so prepared for the ‘adult’ questions that had been coming his way lately. Today, Honey showered beside him, and in addition to openly staring at his midsection while washing herself - and taking probably a lot longer on certain areas than she needed to - he also found her spitting some rather wild queries his way, particular to do with the differences between boys and girls and broaching them in highly inappropriate ways.

"Are all boys as big as you?"

"Are my breasts too big for my age?"

“Can I take a closer look at it? Your cock, I mean.”

Kenta could scarcely believe that last one, but he relented after plenty of pleading. If only he’d known that when Honey would kneel down for a closer look, an excitable Pinkie Pie would jump on him from behind and end up sliding him neatly into the other girl's mouth! Honey, of course, gagged and coughed a little bit, but it had only ended up with further praise being heaped upon Kenta for filling her up so capably. She announced with a smile she had a long way to go before she'd be able to handle a boyfriend with his proportions.

His mind wandered back to Celestia saying 'please tell me you've been feeding this thing to my girls' before he shook the thought away.

---

With the day done, Kenta packed up everything and headed out of class. Director Swan had told them that they would have a new pilot arriving, and it made him a bit excited to see what they were like. He was also a bit relieved since it meant that maybe he wouldn't be the lowest on the totem pole anymore! It was exciting to have their little group expanding.

Shortly after school, Athena, Kenta and Sunset made their way to the MG base, where the others were already waiting for them. He hadn't had a proper opportunity to catch up with Athena since their wild night at Stocking's club last week, and he soon discovered how loose the troublemaking girl's tongue could be.

Athena was able to change Kenta's expression in about five seconds flat as soon as the topic veered into their escapades at the strip club. God, he was never going to live it down, was he?

"No way!" gasped Sunset. "You did what?!"

"I-It was a one-time thing. Plus I uh... I-I was drunk at the time, so you can't really..."

Kenta tried his best to become as small and unnoticeable as possible, hiding his beet-red face behind his jacket and attempting to walk ahead of the girls while muttering out some lame excuses. It wasn't just that he was afraid of Sunset knowing. Well, he was, but it was more about what evil she'd use that information to inflict on him.

Though try as he might, he couldn't bring himself to really regret what he did. It was one hell of an experience. Probably not one he'd repeat any time soon, but definitely something memorable and not at all bad, either.

Looking back to Athena, he found her grinning to herself as Sunset reeled. He almost wished for a Geomorph attack at that moment, as he made a mental note that Athena was way too open with this sort of stuff. But then again... they had fucked in the open at a well-known local club, hadn’t they? Whatever she'd just told Sunset, the redhead probably would’ve found out sooner or later anyway, it wasn’t like he could totally blame Athena here.

But even as he thought that... Sunset, flushing red in the face, suddenly pounced on Athena, pulling the other girl's cheek. It wasn't clear if she was mad about the girls putting Kenta through all that or if she wanted to be invited next time, but she gave the other girl a thorough bullying either way.

But even as he anticipated it, there was no such punishment coming for Kenta... At first he was worried Sunset was so mad at him she wanted nothing to do with him, but the truth was a little more complicated. First she muttered under her breath, "Damn that Celestia... I need to find a way to outdo her...!" ... then she looked at Kenta with a rather newfound appreciation in the aftermath, even as Athena rubbed her aching cheek and whined.

He blinked. Did she think this was a sign she needed to work even harder to seduce him? It was possible. Daunting, but possible. And he had no idea how it would manifest in the future.

Not that he minded the idea of finding out.

---

Thankfully, they didn't have much further to go, and soon found themselves once again standing in the hallowed halls of the Mighty Guard! Technicians were more industrious than ever getting everything ready, with new wings being constructed and the robot workshop and repair yard going at full capacity around the clock. True to Swan's word, the great hulk of a new super robot construction lay dormant, with the factory's centre-stage dominated by the enormous, hollowed-out shell of its torso. Roll and SciTwi were down in the thick of it, directing workers from a floating platform that buzzed over their heads, calling up schematics and plans whenever someone needed a reminder of which way to proceed the work in.

Needless to say, the little cyborg looked like she was having a ball shouting at everyone.

Swan, meanwhile, caught the trio as they were coming in and directed them to a gantry where a shorter girl stood overseeing the work. She perked up immediately when she saw them coming and excitedly turned to face them.

Swan beamed. "Kenta, Sunset... I'd like you to meet our newest pilot recruit..."

"Cozy Glow!"

"Wowie! Am I gonna be working with these two to protect Tokyo! That's sooo exciting!!"

The sight before Kenta just about knocked the breath out of him. Seeing Roll’s slender body in one of the pilot's suits had flattened him earlier, but despite being a fully-grown adult this girl managed to be the most youthful-looking member of their team yet, and significantly shorter than Kenta. Could his co-workers get any smaller at this point?

Regardless, it was hard not to have your imagination run wild with a girl this small: he could pick her up and carry her over one shoulder if he wanted... and it was all compounded further by her large, shimmering orange eyes, her big smile, and that curly white-and-blue hair piled up in such a fancy fashion on top of her head.

Second standout feature: her juggs. Her meaty, fat, heaving tits. As if he needed any more proof she was definitely of age, Cozy came equipped with a pair of tits to rival even some of the bigger girls in his class, meaty melons thrusting out in front of her, not just wider than her shoulders by some distance but hanging to her waist too... It was absurd. She looked outrageous with each of those head-sized tits wobbling around on her body.

How in the world did a girl looking that malnourished have tits that big? Kenta chastised himself for that thought being the one that entered his mind first. He also chastised himself for continuing to stare directly at her weighty milkbags packed tightly into that pink latex nothing, hungrily devouring the sight up like she might disappear at a moment’s notice. His mind returned to his first tour of the material synthesizer room and how he fucked Roll on the equipment on his first day.

Then there was the one-two combo to finish him off: a skintight pink bodysuit, more of a salmon than what Roll had worn earlier, and a randoseru on her back that she didn't seem to want to part with. This girl was a dream and a nightmare all rolled into one. A brat Goddess designed to tempt and tease men, and with those big wide eyes to boot. How was he going to cope with this one~?

Swan just patted Cozy on the head, seeming rather infatuated with the girl already. "That's right, Cozy! Everyone here wants to make a difference for the world!"

Eventually, Kenta pulled his eyes upward. This wasn't good. Where in the world had this girl come from? Was she a student at Bakunyuu? He mentally filed through every possible connection and came up blank. If she hadn’t enrolled there already, she really, really ought to.

Of course, Kenta had assumed that - based on Director White’s words - any further pilots would be drawn from the study body... but she’d never actually said it outright, had she? Japan was more than just his little slice, and MG was a governmental branch. It'd make sense that they'd be able to pull all sorts of people in to help.

It was still kind of a surprise, though. He’d thought they’d have regulations for a certain amount of muscle mass and height... even if Roll didn’t exactly meet those requirements either, she was obviously enhanced.

He gulped. Yeah ‘enhanced.’ Cozy looked plenty enhanced, too. You know. In a different way.

Eventually, Kenta decided that it was a good idea to stop staring and start speaking. He gave out a bit of a wave to his new team member. "Yo! Cozy, was it? I'm Kenta, and this is Sunset." He pointed between him and the fiery girl beside him for emphasis. "And it's just what the director said. Everyone here wants to help out. How about you? How'd you end up all the way down here?"

Cozy Glow folded her hands behind her back and thrust her chest out, setting off another bout of melon-wobbling that would haunt his dreams for days to come. She leaned forwards, and almost immediately regretted it when she nearly toppled over onto her chest. Watching her rolling around on top of those things trying to stand up again might just break him.

"Well... I was going to be enrolled in Bakunyuu, but they’re being fussy with the paperwork... But I’ll be a stoodent starting next year, Mister!"

"Are you a student too?" she asked, curling her fingers in her hair and giggling. "You seem kinda old, but I'd love to get paired up with you at P.E.~"

"O-oh. Uh..." Kenta scratched the back of his head and looked away. "No, I'm uh. I'm the P.E. teacher, so I'd be instructing you... And I'm not that old..."

Great, now he had two girls calling him old. It was never going to end at all. Was Cozy being flirtatious on purpose? Kenta prayed for his sanity.

Sunset just arched an eyebrow as Cozy continued to torment poor Kenta. Swan knelt down to Cozy's level, creeping her minidress up her thighs and flashing plenty of panties in the process. "Cozy is an orphan so her parents weren't able to enrol her. We've decided to foot the bill for her, so she can attend starting soon."

“An orphan?” asked Kenta, bewildered. He couldn’t imagine what that would be like personally, his parents had been such an important part of growing up. “You must be really brave to handle yourself on your own, Cozy.”

“When I lost my father, I was devastated... but it was the lessons he taught me that got me to where I am now. If you can do all that, you must have willpower in spades.”

“Kenta...” murmured Sunset, touching his arm. He rubbed her hand back, giving her a smile as if to say it was okay.

But Swan continued unabated: "Not only that, but her test scores are off the charts. She's a fantastic pilot. It's astonishing how well she handled the VR simulation!"

"Ohhh! You mean the shooty game~?" giggled Cozy behind her hand. "All I did was grip the joystick and gave it a little squeeeeeze, it was soooo easy~"

Though the way she phrased everything she was saying...

"Well uh, g-great!" He exclaimed, trying to bring the conversation back to some semblance of normalcy. "It took me longer than I'd like to admit to get the hang of the simulations, and I'm not even really done with it."

He extended a hand. "It's good to have you aboard, Cozy. If you need anything at all, just let me know and I'll do what I can to help!" Though if Swan was right, then Kenta would be the one having to catch up to her. Still, it wouldn't do for an adult not to offer a helping hand, even if it did end up just being a formality.

Cozy looked up at the outstretched hand momentarily before scooting forwards. Halfway to him she 'tripped' abruptly and stumbled. Kenta tried to reach out to Cozy in order to make sure she didn't fall, but it seemed she did a pretty good job of that herself: her gigantic tits mashed into the part of him directly opposite her walking-paizuri body: his crotch, spilling outward as they cushioned her fall, rubbing against his growing bulge while he tried his best not to react.

"Oooooops~ ♥" she purred long and slow as she mashed her giant tits against Kenta's crotch, blatantly happy to have been born a girl just for moments like this. She flicked her tongue out, bopping herself on the end even as she continued to sexually assault him. "So clumsy!"

Without giving him a chance to fix himself up, Cozy took his hand and shook it, before rolling her chest up his groin one final time. Fucking massive nipple bumps as big as Swan's or Sunset's throbbed lewdly beneath their latex sheath, getting bigger, pushing the material up even more.

The sound and feeling was brain-melting. The warmth that the slick, latex-packed udders radiated was absorbed directly into Kenta's midsection. His cock immediately begged to be let loose in order to use her soft melons for their obviously intended purpose as Cozy's bodysuit squeaked and slid against her new coworker. Kenta felt her bulging nipples dragging up and down his thighs, getting harder and harder to accentuate the entire action, like her whole body was begging to be pinned down and used as the fucktoy it obviously had to be.

He knew right away... if he throbbed even a little in that tight prison of brat-titty, she'd feel it for sure. She was having too much fun with this.

Then, her stiff, fat, throbbing nips rose higher and higher until they were pointing directly at him, whereupon she gave him an imploring look.

"Pwease take care of little Cozy~ I really need someone to look up to in dis big, meanie world... Someone I can call... daddy~"

He shuddered. The 'd-word'. There was no way that wasn't on purpose. Cozy was trying to make Kenta hard, and it was working. His cock pulsed in between her tits, bulge pushing against his pants and throbbing harder and harder. His face was almost beet-red as he attempted to get himself under control. Was there actually a chance that he could just explode in his pants? He didn't want to think of that outcome, it'd be way too embarrassing and he'd never be able to show himself around anyone ever again. He bit his tongue.

"Oh!" she gasped as she felt him prodding and poking her, trying to make a dent in the tremendous swells of the depths of the valley of her cleavage, and doing a really nice job of it. Her tits weren't firm at all, more like Celestia's squishy funbags than Sunset’s perky teen titties. Ridiculously mashable and soft tits you could really sink your fingers deep into. If he had a rock-hard rager, he'd be able to absolutely bury himself in them, no question. Either wrapping both melons around his cock to make Cozy's chest into a fuckable tit-pussy, or just humping up against one nipple and fucking his cock directly into the inside of her meaty tit.

"Ohhhh..." she said next, a little slower, hooding her eyelashes to let him know exactly what she was feeling poking her. "Golly, Mister Kenta, I think you left some PE equipment in your pocket... Like a big, hard bat..."

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Kenta tried to find his voice. "Uh! Anyway...! Yeah, let’s do our best! I’ll do my best... to uh. To help." There was no way that he wasn't sweating. Sunset probably thought he was horrible right now.

Cozy trailed her fingers slowly but surely up his belly. "I wanna help too... Let's help each other, okay?"

"Swan gave me a phone to keep in touch with you all, so maybe you can give me your number? Oh, but I’m still not good at texting, so I might be slow! Pwease don't get maaad, I'll try my best for youuuuu~"

Cozy was most definitely doing this on purpose. She knew exactly where to attack to cause the most damage to Kenta's dick, and he kicked himself for actually kind of enjoying it. If Roll was able to switch to a dripping-lewd little sexpot, then Cozy was basically slathered in it at all times. She was 100% brat-bait and she knew it and seemed to revel in it. Suddenly, Kenta was wondering to himself about how much her little body could stretch...

Sunset finally coughed, to interrupt. "So can she help us in sorties?"

Swan shook her head. "Only in a limited capacity at the moment, until we finish construction on the third member of your squad, that metal hulk out in the hangar. Until then, she'll only step in if either of you are injured."

Cozy shook her head. "Awww, no... I could never take over for you, Miss Sunset... Even if you have a little accident, I'll just pilot G-Cowona till you get back~"

Sunset arched her eyebrow again, then nodded. "Thanks. I mean it. You're a little small, but it looks like you're cut from the same cloth we are. I'm glad to have you around, Cozy."

The thought of Sunset getting injured made Kenta snap out of his haze and he perked back up to attention, his mind yanked out of the lewd daydreaming and back into the reality of the situation. The last thing he wanted was to see Sunset getting hurt out there.

"Trust me, I'm not about to let anyone get injured while I still have a say in it." Kenta tried to say as cooly as possible. "Though it would be nice to have someone in reserve, just in case..."

While the introductions with Cozy got Kenta's dick nice and hard, he wouldn't be able to find an opportunity to stick it in the little brat's cleavage just yet. Instead, they had a thorough VR training session, their first with Cozy. True to Swan's word, the little munchkin was a formidable fighter able to effortlessly work herself into and out of complex situations, moving the controls as if they were an extension of her own arms. They barely had to explain anything to her.

At the end of the day, Kenta said goodnight to the girls and headed home. Jade, Kanaya and Mizuki were waiting at his place for him, the three girls having gotten a start on dinner already, which he graciously took over for them.

Tomorrow was Friday, which meant this would bring Kenta's third week in Tokyo to a close. As he watched TV on the couch with his frisky students, chatting with them about this and that, keeping up with Sunset and the others on his phone, he planned out tomorrow's lesson plan and generally got ready.

Whenever Mizuki was in a group of girls, that group ended up focusing on her tits. It was almost like some sort of melon-gravitation superpower. Jade was normally pretty touchy-feely to begin with, so all of her interactions with the overly busty, lipsticked teen seemed to involve absentminded groping and massaging while the conversation played out. Even Kanaya (who was normally pretty calm and reserved, if a bit fussy) ended up sneaking in a rub, like Mizuki's chest was the most calming stress ball in the world.

The whole evening made Kenta want to give it a try, too. Maybe they were stress-relieving, and after dealing with almost fucking Cozy several times at the MG Base, he really needed some kind of release. Instead, he settled for masturbating in the bathroom as was becoming custom for him lately, letting hot water wash the copious amounts of spunk down the drain as he imagined doing all sorts of lewd things. Today was mostly focused on the fucktoy-bodied new pilot, and he felt a little bit of regret as he came. He probably needed it more than he thought though, because as he left he noticed that the bathroom door was ajar. Apparently he forgot to close it all the way? Or hadn't noticed someone else opening it? Hopefully none of the girls had peeked in.

Kanaya seemed a bit cagey the rest of the night, though.

---

The next day at the Academy, Kenta took class attendance like always before directing the girls off the gym for today's class. He'd almost wondered if Cozy would be there among the girls, but true to her words she was absent. She wouldn’t be terrorizing him just yet.

Which was good, because he was about to shake things up and then some.

That’s right, after surviving three weeks at Bakunyuu, Kenta figured that it was finally time to get started on teaching the girls some basic self defense. Some of the girls (Mai, Tifa, Samus) definitely looked like they knew how to hold their own, but the majority could probably use some work in that direction. So, he figured, what better way to start than by teaching them how to get out of dangerous situations? And what better way to learn how to get out of those situations than wrestling?

Lots of holds, lots of pressing of bodies, lots of squishing and squirming. Surely Kenta had only the purest of intentions. Or at least he did whenever he started the lesson. Obviously the three girls mentioned were ahead of the class on the subject, so he used that to his favor, granting them the ability to help instruct the rest of the class along with him. Way easier to divide the teaching load between four people than it all being shoveled onto him.

Kenta figured that eventually, in later months, they'd work themselves up from basic wrestling to doing things like martial arts. Then he could really show his stuff. His father would be proud. Maybe. Probably.

Kenta was just about to start the lesson when dear little Sweetie Belle perked up from the back: "Ummm, excuse me, Mister Tadashii!"

Everyone turned and looked Sweetie-wards, temporarily sucking all the wind out of Kenta's sails. She had the floor, and she used it to stand awkwardly with her hands folded behind her back, scuffing the floor nervously with one of her little red sneakers. "My big sis told me if someone's trying to grab you, some oil would help make you nice and slippery enough to get away..."

"Well, ummm..." Her voice cracked as she muddled through her words, "Actually, she said it would 'keep things interesting', but that's the same thing, right?"

Kenta just stared at the little cotton candy cutie for a good bit, his brain trying to pick up the pieces that had been blasted away. What the hell kind of sister gives that sort of advice? It sounded more like something you'd do on a really kinky night instead of any sort of self defense tip and he suddenly really wanted to meet Sweetie Belle's sister because there just had to be some kind of story there. He needed to stop this before it became -

And then all the girls were humming and hawing at Sweetie’s wise words, nodding their approval. Kenta wanted to say something, but he couldn’t find the words.

There was one dissenting voice in the crowd, though: a smirking Lynne standing with her hands on her hips. "Fat chance we'll fall for that! You just want to ruin our gym uniforms!"

Sweetie shook her head. "Nnnnnuh-uh. You take your clothes off before you wrestle them."

Mai, Samus and Tifa exchanged a look, then Mai pounded one hand into the other fist. "Oh, like Greco-Roman Wrestling! Why don't we give it a shot? I think there's a kiddy pool in storage we could use for it..."

Oh no, thought Kenta.

Aaaand they were already bringing the pool. And the oil. 'Greco-Roman'. Right. Kenta breathed out, attempting to steel himself for what was about to happen. Just wrestle a bunch of naked, oiled-up jailbait. What could go wrong? This definitely wasn't how he expected this day to go at all. Maybe a bit of touching and grinding, that was something he had come to expect but now...

Please tell me you've been feeding this thing to my girls...' Why did Kenta's mind continuously go back to that one offhand comment from Celestia?

Episode 4: Smut With Adagio

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The kiddie pool was larger than Kenta thought it would be, and surprisingly suited to the roughhousing they had in mind.

And of course as soon as they brought it out... the girls started to strip. Sweetie Belle’s suggestion had taken root dangerously quickly in their youthful minds, such that something they really should have seemed objectionable, perverse... even a cunning ploy by a sleazy older man to see their fat naked tits swinging around... was instead just accepted, taken in stride and rapidly enacted on. They were all getting naked right in front of him.

One by one the girls tossed off their clothes, stripping out of their tiny uniforms like it wasn't even a big deal at all. The pleasant whistles of dress shirts and miniskirts leaving fine female forms filled the cool, silent gymnasium, and they were immediately followed by the ensuing chorus of flesh smacking on flesh as they all crowded around him.

Kenta was acutely aware of just how much breast and ass he was being subjected to. And this time he didn't even have the excuse of the shower to justify it.

It all contributed strongly to the growing bulge in his pants. Pants that were, Kenta finally noticed, being tugged down by Sweetie Belle herself. She did the honours oh-so-graciously as she looked at him with her wide, innocent eyes.

God she was cute. Big, green eyes, an impish grin, just the faintest hint of developing breasts... and that icecream-swirl head of hair dumped heavily on her head and shoulders, spilling out around her cascading sheets. The very definition of a perfect, pure, unspoiled little girl.

And here she was, continuing to keep that warm, infectious smile on her face as she hooked her fingers in his pants and cajoled him into taking them down, fiddling with his zipper while insisting he 'be a good sport'!

"Come on, Mister Tadashii! You can't ruin your clothes, either!"

The little munchkin was either innocent or predatory and Kenta couldn't decide which. Eventually his pants gave way to the little fingers hooked around the waist, and came down, springing the teacher's cock free. She was so feisty he ended up toppling back over and she went right on top of him, finally getting his zipper down and running away with his pants, swinging them around over her head. "Got them, got them!"

Sitting on the floor of the gym now, Kenta wordlessly removed his jacket and shirt.

The other girls cheered, even when they saw Kenta's semi throbbing away, pointing at them. They were used to it by now. And they'd also learned Kenta didn't really have any predatory instincts: they could stare at it or ask him about it, or even touch it and they completely trusted him to not force himself on them by now. A few of them giggled and just... waved... at it. His cock was being seen daily by his students and they didn't mind one bit.

So it was that Kenta started refereeing the matches with one hand over his crotch (plenty of cock poking out the bottom, there was only so far his fingers could stretch). Mai and Pacifica went first, climbing into the kiddy pool and upending a bucket of oil over each other, then rolling around in it to fully coat themselves... The girls shrieked their lungs out as the two went at it, slipping and sliding, fighting for purchase. Pacifica had slightly more weight of the two, but Mai had deep-set muscles she knew how to use. Next was Sweetie Belle matched against Ashley, the two petite girls ending up clasping hands as they mashed their flat, oiled chests together... Kenta's turn was coming up, but for now he was just watching a very nice show.

Finally his opponent was staring him down: Adagio Dazzle. She smirked as she rubbed oil into her chest, needing ten times as much as Sweetie, at least! "Time to get you back for making me call roll all those times, teach!"

She flung herself at him, catching her oiled-up supervisor around his middle, trying to throw him down to the ground.

"It was only twice, an - !" Kenta didn't get to finish his sentence as a mountain of poof connected to a jiggling, slightly bitchy teen threw herself at him. He tried to brace himself as best as he could, but he wobbled as she pressed into him, her soft body gliding effortlessly over his.

Adagio's arms clasped around Kenta's waist and pulled him into her as she tried to force her teacher to the ground. The added benefit was the fact that her tits squished into his midsection, dragging his quickly hardening cock up into their warm, pillowy embrace. All of the sliding and moving was really doing a number on it, but if the orange-haired girl noticed that he was filling her cleavage with precum, she didn't say anything.

Eventually, Adagio hooked a leg behind Kenta and pulled, sending them both tumbling down into the pool with the haughty cutie on top, pressed down into her teacher's body. She scrambled up his torso, gliding her slick, shiny body over his throbbing rod before reaching his chest, his dick flicking upwards between her legs with his glans making a brief stop to brush slightly between her slit before coming to a rest on her glistening ass cheeks with a meaty 'plap'.

Grinding her cunt into the base of Kenta's cock, Adagio tried to press down on his shoulders, her back arched and her tits squished against his chest. She grinned, so sure she was about to claim victory... before her teacher raised his hips and turned to the side, flipping them over and reversing positions. His cock once again slid against her juicy, dripping little pussy, prodding against her clit before coming to rest against her belly as Kenta tried to pin the girl beneath him.

Wrestling a slippery girl was actually way harder than Kenta had ever realized.

Of course, 'Dagi was a cheater. Always had been, always would be. She'd always be looking for ways to turn a fair fight into a one-sided stomp, it was just in her nature. Sure, with his cock trapped between them she couldn't do too much to it, but she could do plenty of other things as they wrestled around with their super-slick, super-slinky bodies. She wrapped a hand around his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair, and held him in place as she ferally grunted in his ear, "I'll let you slam it in me if you give up, teach!"

Whether or not she was being serious, he might never know, but his cock still throbbed and jumped against his will at Adagio's bargain all the same. God, the songstress whines on this little hussy were both heavenly and acidic: with nothing more than a private little whisper she had him shivering, so he couldn’t even begin to imagine how good it would feel having her moaning his name out mid-fuck.

The thought threw him off his game long enough that she was able to improve her position, throwing him back down on the mat and bringing herself hurtling down on top of him. Her bust landed in teacher's lap as she spread herself out, not just trapping his cock in the depths of her soaking-wet tits, but also enclosing a hand in there too, trailing fingers up and down his ramrod-stiff cock. She sneered at him as she wrapped her fist around it, giving it a few venomous pumps intent on totally sucking the strength out of him. "Awww, is this all it takes to get you to submit?" she sing-songed at him. "Men really are easy to handle once you know how!"

She was really playing dirty, and he almost wanted to just submit to see if he could get a chance at actually fucking her... but it probably wasn't a good idea to encourage this kind of behavior. How could he have a student talking to her teacher like that? He'd have to take the lead.

Gritting his teeth and throwing his legs between hers and outward, Kenta spun over again, flipping Adagio under him and her glorious tits away from his leaking rod. His hands gripped her wrists and held them down by her side while the head of his cock dipped ever-so-slightly between her folds. The luxurious warmth from his student made his hips roll before he even realized it, and Kenta ended up thrusting almost imperceptibly in and out of her slit, barely moving just the tip back and forward as he panted on top of her.

"That's no way to talk to your teacher, you know." Kenta scolded her, keeping her pinned underneath him and causing the beautiful expanse of her hair to splay out like a makeshift bed.

Adagio wriggled and bucked beneath her powerful teacher, struggling to get free of his grip. "It's not like I'd talk to any teacher like this, you know!" she huffed. But she was able to improve her position slightly, and grin as she husked her next tease: "Just you."

But that big, plump invader making a mess of her pretty pink pussy was finally catching up with the big bully, the next schlurping slide inside her making her moan and arch her back, her voice coming out between her teeth in the loveliest little hiss. "Ooohhhh... Mmm... Mr. Tadashii, you aren't supposed to use your weapon like that... Ooouuuh, deeper..."

Around them, girls were blushing, but no-one was turning away. Most of them weren't lucky enough to have been ridden and screwed by Kenta yet, so they watched jealously with big eyes, chewing their lips. And they might even have gone all the way if not for Kenta feeling a sudden hand on his member, seating the palm against his balls and the fingers against his rod. Glancing back, he saw Trixie was holding him in her hand, just barely putting enough strength into her grip to stop him sinking back into Adagio.

Adagio went a little crazy when the thrusting stopped suddenly, raising her hips, trying to put him back in, but Trixie just clucked her tongue. "Hey, the rest of us need to use the pool too, you know~"

Kenta took a big breath in and swallowed, closing his eyes. He’d only put the tip in, right? It wasn’t like he’d been meaning to go any deeper! It totally didn't count. He shuddered a bit as he felt Trixie's hands cupping his swollen nuts. Even if he wasn't showing it currently, he was extremely thankful that she stepped in.

The head of Kenta's cock slid out of Adagio's tight, velvety hole with a 'pop', and flung a bit of juices onto the writhing girl beneath him. "R - right. You're right." Kenta breathed, still feeling the magician's touch on his nethers.

He stood up, stepping out of the pool with his bobbing dick leading the way, still rock hard and throbbing as he stepped aside to let the others get on with what they were actually there for. He had hoped that the chastising actually came through appropriately.

And... well... Adagio’s answer would have been ‘not really.’ Not the chastising. But she was definitely giving him a look.

She sat nude in the pool, splayed out, hands and feet apart with her burning pussy exposed, watching him go. She gulped nervously, realizing how close she'd gotten to letting teacher fuck her... how in the moment she'd been fully intending to let him slam her silly.

"G - Guh... Thanks, Trixie, dear... I almost made an awful mistake..." she murmured, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice and failing completely. Her eyes were still big like saucers as she realized her cherry had been popped so suddenly.

"I need to... Bathroom..." she mumbled, mechanically getting up and heading for the toilets, barging past the girls surrounding them. She didn't even make it to the door before she was pushing fingers up inside herself, distractedly picking up where Kenta had left off.

She'd definitely be making him 'take responsibility' for that, at some point in the future.

---

Showering up was much like every other day, although with a bit more teasing after his near-miss with Adagio. Kenta couldn't count how many times he rolled his eyes while showering. Even with him trying to explain things, the teasing didn't stop or slow down at all. Seems like if he gave these girls an inch, they would take a mile. Though, they were all joking around and having fun, and it made him smile to know that he was part of that. In the long run, it was harmless fun and he'd much rather have that than a whole class of girls afraid of approaching him or asking him for help.

He listened to their amusement over his willingness to give everyone a 'live porno show' about 12 times before he finally got out of the shower, along with 5 offers to be the camerawoman for him next time. These girls, what brats.

But even as he navigated a sea of wayward touches, he couldn’t help but wonder if Adagio was okay.

Still naked and toweling off, he waved the rest of the girls goodbye as they started to file out of the locker room. His cock was still pretty hard. Maybe he should go find somewhere to take care of it before dealing with the rest of the day. He probably would do just that.

Thankfully for Kenta, if he was cursed with a constant priapism, his female equivalent was never far away! Yes, he knew a girl about Bakunyuu who would help him out... a girl with a constant, nagging need to screw.

Principal Celestia was always in the mood. Whenever he stopped by that horny mare’s office on some paper-thin pretense, the pair soon moved over to the little black couch she'd had put in her office for this exact reason, and got to grinding together in short order. He'd never seen a woman undress so quickly out of office wear, stripping her pantyhoses with regimented efficiency.

Very shortly after, anyone who made the mistake of investigating the hot'n'heavy grunting and moaning sounds coming from Celly's office would immediately clap eyes on a completely inappropriate sight: two sets of hips mashed tightly together while the cock and pussy between them got very friendly, all while a steady drip of their mixed fluids made its way down to the carpet.

And today was one such day where Kenta decided to get some of exactly that going. He barged into her office, greeted her enthusiastically, and moments later they were on the couch together, lips locked in a tight clinch, tongues pressed against one another.

Barely 15 minutes after Kenta had come in, Celestia was already back to sitting on her desk, smoking a cigarette and fixing her hair with a hand mirror.

"Looks like those girls are a real handful... They're not teasing you too much, are they?"

Kenta sighed and slouched into the couch as he collected himself. Celestia was truly a master at this kind of thing. Once again he realized getting on her level was a long way off.

"Dunno what you'd call 'too much', but..." Kenta looked around, as if worried he might be overheard. "Uh... let's just say that 'too much' with Adagio in this case was... one thrust away. Also oil."

He wasn't as good at the innuendo game as his boss was. Kenta took to staring at Celestia. She was confident and sexy, puffing away like that. It was like she did it all so effortlessly.

"Oh uh... don't worry, I'm still gonna be able to do my job. But." Kenta made motions with his hands to try to make up for the lack of words he was saying "but fuck, you know? At least they seem like they're warming up to me. The first few days were like eggshells."

Celestia freed her compact from the depths of her cleavage and began carefully reapplying her eyeliner, while nodding along with his words. "Mmhm. They like you."

"With the way things are in Tokyo at the moment, I'd have taken anyone who applied. But you... are special. You've been doing an excellent job making them feel safe... dare I say even empowered! Plenty of praise for your unorthodox methods has reached my ears, yes~"

She hopped off the desk and went to fix herself a stiff drink, adding a second for him, as if she hadn't heard his protests that he didn't drink on company time plenty of times already. He raised a hand to turn down the drink (again) and she returned to her chair with a sigh. "And the sleepovers, my-my. Those sound very fun. I almost wish I could participate, I'd bring my jammies and have Tadashii-sensei tuck me into bed... Mmm~"

"Those sleepovers were your idea in the first place,” he shot back, trying to keep up. “Plus I don't even know if I wanna think about what kind of outfit you'd consider 'jammies'." Kenta stood up, walking over to the same side of the room as Celestia only to lean against the wall with his arms crossed. He really was trying to put up a big show of being teased, as if he didn't just get done plowing the curvy goddess. "Probably just a fuzzy choker."

Celestia laughed gently. "Was there anything else I could help you with, or were you just here to drain your balls and get a pep talk from mommy~?"

Eyerolling was going to be added as an Olympic event if Kenta kept it up. "You really are impossible sometimes, you know?"

"I uh... I mean the... latter was appreciated..." Why was talking about the subject so hard for him? "But I guess I just kinda... wanted your advice? Your point of view, I mean, on the whole... thing."

Celestia fanned her hands out, steepling her fingers on the table. She leaned forward in a very authoritarian gesture, that just coincidentally happened to dump her melons onto the table with a resounding thud, scattering paperwork every which way.

Kenta took in the show that was Celestia simply moving and sitting down. She was alluring as hell and he'd tell her if he wasn't already certain that she knew it.
"Schools have a physical education curriculum because there's more to being a functioning member of society than just having a bunch of knowledge crammed into your head, Mr. Tadashii. The fact of the matter is, for many of these girls you're their lifeline to normalcy at the moment."

"Those monsters out there are very scary, and Tokyo is threatened for as long as they continue to attack. They surely feel indebted to someone who keeps them active, keeps them healthy, and - most of all - treats them like people. Interesting, attractive young women who will have very lovely lives once this is all over. Mm?"

"You've become a friend to many of them, so please, keep it up. Make them eager to come to school... make them eager to come see you."

Kenta breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks, Celestia. I mean that,” he said with a shrug. "I dunno, I uh... I guess I just needed to hear you say it. The world is pretty crazy right now, and the last thing I want is to do wrong by you and the girls."

That was it, really. As long as Kenta tried his best, then his intentions would probably shine through. Even if things got lewd - escalated even further - as long as the girls were treated like people, then that would be that. Kenta bowed a bit and moved to excuse himself from the office before turning back around like he forgot something.

"Oh..." Kenta gave Celestia a warm smile. "... And you look lovely today."

---

The next week passed quickly, with Cozy's training taking up even more of everyone's time than expected. But finally, at the end of that week, Kenta’s workload at Mighty Guard was able to be downgraded from high-intensity to low, and he was able to start spending more time on personal occasions.

And the first of these was a long overdue date night with Sunset Shimmer. He’d promised to take her out once things quietened down, and now was a better time than ever... and he’d picked a hell of a location for it: one of the city's top sashimi restaurants would normally be out of their reach as far as getting a reservation went, but Swan was able to pull a few strings for their benefit, and did so graciously for the couple as thanks for their hard work.

So it was that Kenta picked up his date for the night at her place.

He’d had a hell of a time finding a suit that fit... and would be eating light for the next month or so after spending what he did, but being opposite her, looking his best, definitely made it feel worth it. Sunset was worth it. The girl wanted to be romanced, and while he wasn't really any good at that sort of thing, he wasn't about to let her down without trying his best at it.

The outfit in question was simple enough, your typical black suit, with a black shirt and stark blue tie to pull out a little color... Hell, it even looked pretty good on him! But nothing could even begin to conceal that wild hair of his, the locks splashing down over his shoulders and back undoing any efforts to downplay his appearance for smartness sake. Not his fault it had a habit of eating combs.

But it worked, and he arrived, feeling nervous as hell as he rang the doorbell. It felt like an eternity in the small moment between then and when the door finally opened, but when it finally did... he found Sunset in the most inappropriately-appropriate outfit yet.

The sexy little teen looked like a dream come true in a pink-and-gold qipao, an outfit known for playing up its exaggerated tightness on ordinary figures, let alone this heavy-breasted bitch's outrageous physique. Sunset might as well have been back in her latex for how shrink-wrapped she was, the outfit tightly cinching her throat, belly and thighs... so tight the full contour of her belly button was on display where the outfit sank in entirely. Then there was the abundant cleavage window on top of all that, placing the deep valley of her fat growing breasts centre-stage. Of course her nipples didn't stand a chance of being concealed, each one an enormous bump in the fabric.

It would have been untoward if it weren't the popular fashion at the moment. They'd be surrounded by other girls dressed similarly.

The touch of class came from arm-length gloves and heels. The touch of naughtiness came from her pink lipstick and the side-ties of her thong visible hanging out the bottom of her dress.

Kenta's thought processes stopped. The girl in front of him was stunning, and it took him a moment to connect the proper wires in his brain to realize that it was Sunset Shimmer standing in the doorway. Her dress was impossible; both classy and lewd at the exact same time and even though a part of him acknowledged that the outfit was definitely something that Sunset would wear, it still made him want to do a double-take to make sure he wasn't in a fantasy.

She posed and preened on the doorstep for him, and Kenta had a stupid grin on his face as she did so. It took him a while to eventually speak actual words.

"...Wow." Ever the linguist, Kenta breathed out an understated approval. "You look amazing."

Eventually he realized that he couldn't just stand in her doorway all evening and cleared his throat. "So uh... it's not much but... here."

Kenta thrust his hand out, presenting a bouquet of red and yellow roses, the same colour as Sunset's hair. He figured that it might be a little hokey and overdone, but maybe cliches weren’t so bad sometimes.

"Should we...?"

Lucky for him, it looked like his corny gesture was exactly what Sunset had been hoping for: her eyes sparkled with delight when she saw the effort he was putting in, and soon enough she was clinging to him tightly.

Dinner was, of course, lovely. The sashimi and sushi were fantastic, the atmosphere lovely, and they had a nice outdoor seat with a view of the city. He was able to have a nice, long chat with Sunset and get to know her better than ever, quips and teasing floating back and forth across the table.

... Unfortunately, what they saw as an opportunity to recuperate and recover together, was seen as something entirely different by their enemies. To the Geomorphs, this was a moment in which both the MG's main pilots were out of the way temporarily.

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"Do it just like we planned... and I'll handle the rest."

"Hmmm... Can't say I'm too enthused about working with you... but it's hard to argue with the merits of your plan. Two against one is a dicey situation...!"

"Mmhm! Now give me that spare control crystal..."

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Kenta and Sunset suddenly startled at their table as a horrible crash sounded outside, the noise of explosions and what must have been a collapsing building reaching their ears. The girl sitting opposite him slapped her hands on the table and stood in one long, smooth gesture, jerking to her feet. "What was that?!"

Sunset dashed to the balcony, where her position provided her a view of the whole of Tokyo laid out beneath them. The skyscrapers, the highways, a living and breathing city, with the spire of Tokyo Tower far off in the distance. On any other night it would be a beautiful thing to look at... but the vista was disrupted by an unsightly blot that now taunted the heroes with how out-of-place it looked.

A Geomorph!

Episode 4: The Battle of Tokyo Bay

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After earth and metal, it would have been reasonable to assume that the monsters had a clear, laid-out pattern to follow, but this new appearance shattered it completely. Whoever had made it had a taste for sweets. And not any sort of ordinary sweets, this clearly extended to include those with big appetites.

It looked like a great parade balloon, or a blimp, 500 feet long or more, a taiyaki cake like those visible in any Japanese shop window. The waffle batter exterior looked ghoulish in the glow of the city's artificial lights, the dead-eyed, open-mouthed stare of the sea bream turned horrifyingly merciless! It floated silently above the streets, just high enough cars had to divert to avoid smashing into its underbelly.

Of course there would be a Geomorph right here, right now. The night was going so well that naturally it was too good to be true.

... And then it attacked! When the disturbing snackonstruction opened its mouth, vomits of all flavours poured out onto the street, gushing like fire hydrants to blast pedestrians with custard, red bean paste, chocolate, sweet potato... and as the buildings of the city came under fire the damage was immense, slicing them in half or leaving gaping holes and crumbling mortar and plaster. The taiyaki left a garish array of many-coloured pastes in its wake as it bore down on Kenta and Sunset.

“We’re the targets!” called Sunset, turning to escape. But could she get them out in time?

Kenta was furious... but when he realized the giant living pastry was turning towards Sunset that swiftly changed to panic. After seeing the destruction wrought on the city, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what that sort of thing would do to the human body. His eyes went wide.

Kenta ran, grabbing Sunset and turning her away from the incoming blast of red bean paste as he dived to roll out of the way. The edge of the bean beam rocked him in the air, exploding the back of his jacket into shreds and leaving lacerations all across his back. He hit the ground shoulder-first, his lovely date still unharmed in his arms... apart from the side of her dress closest to the blast being in tatters.

Helping Sunset to her feet, Kenta lifted his M-Watch and thrust it outward and then back in to his face before exclaiming "COME! RAKURAIZER!"

But the response from HQ was as swift as it was hopes-dashing. It looked like, to divert resources to construction and training, Rakuraizer was in a powered-down state at the moment. They'd need a few minutes to get it battle-ready.

“What about G-Corona?” asked Sunset in a frenzy.

“G-Corana is operational and in the field,” answered the tech.

“Great, then I’ll - wait, what? It’s already been deployed? Then who’s the pilot?”

"Awright! That means it's my time to shine!"

Sunset turned pale as she recognized Cozy shouting down the comms. And then, like a bad dream, the shape of G-Corona appeared high overhead, blotting out the moon, hurtling through the air, crashing down on the highway with a meteoric impact.

"Cozy!" cried Sunset.

"Cozy!" shouted Swan down comms.

"Cozy!" called the rest of the crew on-board.

"Dat's right!" Cozy Glow shouted triumphantly, bringing G-Corona to a full standing position, albeit a little more awkwardly than Sunset would have. Her control over the mech seemed fundamental at best, although it was still spectacular for only a week's training. "Uhh, I mean..."

Cozy's eyes had been glowing with a competitive glint up until now, where her face suddenly jerked back to its usual look of wide-eyed innocence. She looked like a jack going back in her box. "I was alweady doing some twaining exercises in G-Cowona nearby... So I'm all ready to fight! Please let me hold off the monster until Rakuraizer arrives!"

Sunset slapped her forehead, trailing her fingers down her face. "Auuugh... How can I say no when you put it like that... This is humiliating..."

Kenta, of course, didn't see anything at all wrong with the situation. In fact he took the whole thing at face value. Sure it was worrying that the newest member of their team was piloting the G-Corona in a real actual battle after no time at all in the simulator, but hey, his first battle was with zero training, so he didn't want to throw stones in his glass house. He was just glad Sunset was out of danger for the time being.

"Yeah, way to go!" Kenta exclaimed. "Good job, Cozy!"

He looked back to Sunset with a smile. "Hey come on, this isn't the time to be worried about all that. C'mon, let's get these people to safety while the Rakuraizer's on its way."

Kenta slipped off the remaining scraps of his suit, shirt and tie, a bit sad that the ensemble lasted only half an evening. He quickly put it out of mind however, grabbing a tablecloth from a surviving table and yanking it off, wrapping it around Sunset's chest to help protect the girl's modesty.

After verifying that it was going to stay relatively connected, he got to work. While the two combatants squared off outside, Kenta and Sunset preoccupied themselves attempting to find others under the rubble and escorting them out of the suddenly-imperiled restaurant. With the elevator having been damaged in the blast, the stairs were now their only option.

As he scanned the room for anyone who needed help, Kenta's eyes abruptly settled on a pair of wealthy blonde dilettante girls both in evening gowns... evening gowns struggling to hold in either of their transcendent busts. But more importantly the pair were trapped under rubble, looking resolute as they held each other's hands as they waited anxiously for the worst.

"Hold on, be right there!" Kenta searched for a sturdy enough rod of rebar to help the two girls. Rushing off to the side, he kicked away some rubble and yanked out a large enough piece that he figured would work as well as could be expected. He made haste back to the trapped ladies.

"Alright, hold still! Gonna get you out of there!"

Kenta wedged the metal into place, lifting up on it with a bit of effort, his chest and arm muscles straining at the weight. He was fit, of course, but still human. No matter how much he wanted to, there was just no way he could lift that sort of rubble away bare-handed.

His straining wasn't for naught, though, and eventually, the rubble moved a few inches... maybe even enough for the trapped girls to crawl out?

"Okay I - nrgh! Think you can get out?"

"Yes! Thankyou!" called the younger one, before helping her partner get free. It was a tense few seconds struggle, but finally the two girls were moving to freedom. With their dresses shredded, at least their legs were free to use her leverage. They each planted a soft, sweet kiss on one of Kenta's cheeks before putting their arms on each other's shoulders and supporting each other to the stairs.

Now the restaurant was empty aside from Kenta and Sunset. He just needed to wait for Rakuraizer to arrive and he'd be free to join the fight.

He turned his eyes back to the window.

Outside, Cozy and the monster snack were going toe-to-toe. G-Corona moved as she commanded it, leaping at the huge creature again and again, pounding its fists into the monster’s flanks. Another anti-gravity rifle was prepared and she raised it, firing off a few shots.

Unfortunately for her, she was falling under fire too. A jet of custard hit G-Corona's shoulder and she went down hard, landing on an overpass with enough force to send it crashing down onto the road below.

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"Hey! What gives? You're supposed to make it look convincing, not kill me!"

"Oh my... How foolish of me, ahaha..."

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Their fight continued with neither side able to get a clear advantage over the other. But just as G-Corona was backed into a corner and looking about to take some serious damage, Kenta's ears perked up: like a bolt from the blue, Rakuraizer shot around the corner, sailing forwards to pick up its pilot.

It moved like a true hero, angular body low to the ground as it charged, pumping arms and legs with concentrated movements, scarfs trailing behind it. He’d never been happier to see it.

"Finally!" Kenta cheered out with a bit of relief. Time to get to work. He scooped up Sunset into his arms and dived over the restaurant's balcony, landing on the shoulder of the Rakuraizer as the cockpit opened and its bright green lights shone from within as if to beckon to its pilot. While bridal-carrying the busty teen, the shirtless teacher hopped inside.

Wasting no time, Kenta shed the rest of his dress clothes even as the cockpit hatch closed behind them. In a flash the Material Synthesizer started to work, bathing his naked form in green light as the synthesizer’s ring descended, wrapping his body in the blue and black latex of his pilot suit.

And he did it all with a resolute frown of pure concentration on his face. There was no time for babbling about decency... they had a monster to fight. The city needed him.

It was go-time for the heroes. Time to step in and save Cozy!

Kenta lept from the synthesizer into his seat, gripping the controls. The cockpit switched from green lines and OS visualizations to a display of the city around him, signaling that Rakuraizer was fully operational. The blue robot shot off like a horizontal bolt of lightning in order to save his new struggling teammate.

... Of course, the cockpit felt a little cramped with two of them in there, but thankfully Sunset seemed perfectly fine with pressing her squishy, soft body up against Kenta's hard, rigid one. And with her also changed into form-fitting, sexy latex, he wouldn't be raising any complaints about it either.

Rakuraizer turned to face its new foe, when SciTwi's voice came over the comms. "It looks like regular attacks aren't working! When you fought the last two Geomorphs, their control crystal was close to the surface so just hitting it was enough to cause substantial damage and eventually crack it."

"But this one's magnitudes larger! I'm guessing the filling inside the shell is providing an impact-absorbing barrier... Kenta, Cozy, you're going to have to find a way to get inside that thing and attack the core directly!"

"This is gonna sound stupid but... Maybe if we get it into water?" Kenta postulated as he ran towards the giant living treat. "I mean it LOOKS like a giant taiyaki, so maybe if we just get it soggy it'll fall apart...?"

"How close is Tokyo Bay?"

Kenta stopped in his tracks as he noticed the giant pastry fish about to fire another beam of filling. The Rakuraizer's arms lit up, lightning arcing over its surface as a barrier of electricity formed between it and the Geomorph.

"MAGNET WALL!"

But even as the flickering barrier rose up in the space between them, it could only do so much to ablate the attack. The high-velocity jet of corrosive bean paste sludge struck Rakuraizer's Magnet Wall directly: first a few drops of liquid oozed through, then as it collapsed it became a torrent that struck Rakuraizer in the chest.

And they just got done working out all the dents! Kenta and Sunset were hurled sideways as they were wiped out completely.

Kenta grunted as he got Rakuraizer up off of the street. Well... He’s fine taking more hits if it keeps that thing’s attention away from Cozy. Shouldn't be too bad, right? Not like this hurts or anything.

Roll's voice came over the comms, shouting at him: "Are you crazy? What good will taking it to Tokyo Bay do? Even if you get it over the water, it's levitating and - "

She continued to shout in his ear, but Kenta wasn’t hearing it anymore. As Rakuraizer landed on its back, his view was lowered and shot skywards at the same time, giving him a view of the beast's almighty underbelly. It was barely there, only perceptible to someone who had spent a lifetime honing their culinary skills... a man whose hands could just as easily form delicious sweets as brick-breaking fists.

So he saw it: amidst the trails of expelled fluids, there was a barely noticeable one at the back, where the great Taiyaki propelled itself along with timed bursts of goo at a downwards angle from its tail.

An idea started to take shape in Kenta’s mind, one that would require a lot of moxie to pull off: if he could just get it over Tokyo Bay and then deliver a crushing blow to the propulsion unit at the rear... it should be enough to send it plunging into the ocean.

Sure, HQ was down there, but the monster should dissolve long before it reached the seabed?

Rakuraizer pointed at the fish. "Hey, you culinary disaster! How dare you corrupt the image of an innocent treat shared by millions of people in this country!"

Then the giant robot glowed blue, electricity flowing down its arms as it reared back a fist. "VOLT COLLIDER!"

A shock of lightning flew through the air in an instant, traveling towards the giant floating Geomorph. Honestly, it didn't matter to Kenta if the attack did any damage as long as the thing was focused on him... he just needed to get its attention.

So he was as shocked as anyone when the Collider struck the Taiyaki a demolishing blow, making the entire ugly monster tilt to the side, striking a skyscraper hard enough to tear away chunk after chunk of delicious outer batter.

He was stunned at first, reeling backwards, unable to comprehend how his blow had been so potent... until he felt the warmth of that woman behind him.

Yes! It wasn’t only his strength at work here. He suddenly realized all this time Sunset’s hands had been placed on top of his, her warmth flowing into him, her concentration adding to his. He could have laughed at himself for not noticing it sooner: the set of her lips, the piercing stare in her eyes. She was putting everything she had into the assault.

Sunset pushed him ahead, and the Taiyaki reeled as yet more explosions consumed its tender flesh. When it finally turned its dead-eyed gaze back towards Rakuraizer, that face was now riddled with cracks and fissures from which more delicious goo leaked.

"Let's do this, Kenta!"

Kenta looked wide-eyed at the hand grasping onto his, and then up at the girl it was connected to. Setting into a determined look, he gave Sunset a brief nod. "Right!"

Kenta lowered his eyes to the intercom. “Cozy, I’ve got a plan! Meet me at the water!”

“Roger!” squeaked back the new recruit.

Kenta pushed his controls forward, Rakuraizer breaking into a dash as it led the giant pastry monster towards the bay. It was following them! This plan would actually work!

The trip to Tokyo Bay was easy enough, the peril of a direct hit diminished by using the city's numerous skyscrapers for cover. He kept a low profile as they lured the gigantic Geomorph to the water's edge, where they began to lay the groundwork for their plan.

The scarved robot jumped up onto Rainbow Bridge, its pilot waiting patiently for the taiyaki beast to get into just the right position...

And soon enough, the Geomorph’s long shadow passed over the water, sending ripples and currents passing through the once-still waters below. Rakuraizer and G-Corona stood in wait, watching in silence as the huge crumbly beast grew closer and closer, casting a shadow that seemed to go on forever.

"Now!" cried Sunset.

Their opportunity to get around and behind the Taiyaki presented itself finally, to deliver the attack that would drop the Geomorph into the bay.

But just as Cozy was about to spur G-Corona into action, something went wrong: she suddenly stumbled, losing her footing, and began to tumble. She hit the bridge, collapsing in a pile, while inside Cozy hammered on the controls again and again, desperately trying to stand. "H - Help! I can't mwove!"

The Taiyaki leapt on the opportunity instantly. It whipped around in response to the crash, sighting Cozy up immediately, preparing another blast of superheated filling to let loose.

And everything Kenta had been thinking about up until that point faded into the background.
Beside him, Sunset's eyes shot wide open. She'd been so distracted by the oncoming attack she hadn't even noticed Cozy falling. At least that's how it seemed when she yelled, "Kenta, what are you - "

Then it all clicked into place. Without a second thought, Rakuraizer leapt like a blue streak, a trail of red left in its afterimage as it moved faster than the eye could follow. Sunset just started screaming, holding his hand in a white-knuckle grip.

Valiantly, Rakuraizer tried to haul the fallen G-Corona to its feet and out of the way of the blast. But somehow, it wasn't working. There just wasn't enough time! So, with no recourse, Kenta turned to face the oncoming assault, arms unfurled, legs spread apart, projecting another electric barrier moments before the collision.

"MAGNET WALL!"

From her fallen position, it looked to Cozy as if Rakuraizer had become encircled in a halo of light as the superheated energies slammed into Rakuraizer. Inside, Kenta and Sunset were bounced around like crazy, their cries rising as they struggled together against the attack.

"It's different...!"

As a bit of filling dripped down from the ceiling, Sunset caught it on her tongue. "Hot sauce! That's cheating!"

"<Oh no!>" cried Swan, taking the situation completely at face value even as the rest of the MG crew complained that no Taiyaki would ever have hot sauce in it.

The melting and corrosion coming in the face of such a low blow spread all across Rakuraizer's chest, before the robot thudded down to earth, dropping to one knee.

With the attack finally over, Sunset's eyes sparked with delight... and something like malevolence. "We're intact! Kenta, goooo!"

Kenta gripped onto the controls tightly, his teeth clenched as he withstood the corrosive onslaught. When the attack finally abated, he raised his head, eyes full of justice.

"You attacked me while on a date..."

The green lines shone through Kenta's arms, slowly crawling up to his shoulders.

"You destroyed buildings and hurt people..."

Rakuraizer began to glow, the air around the robot ionizing, causing its scarf to slowly raise as if to defy gravity. Cracks began to form in the pavement below him.

"YOU PUT HOT SAUCE IN A TAIYAKI!!!"

And as he roared, the boosters lining Rakuraizer’s back flared to life and the blue robot shot into the air as if fired from a cannon. A thunderclap sounded as the massive metal hulk twisted and turned in mid-air, extending one giant metal foot extending downward as its trajectory changed. Lighting surged and trailed behind it, framing its descent towards the Geomorph.

"LIGHTNING CRASH!"

The impact was meteoric, an explosion of pure force reverberating outwards from Rakuraizer's foot, carried by its own inertia, driving downwards and twisting hard. Fissures traveled up and down the length of the taiyaki, which were immediately followed by explosions of filling cascading down to the bay, right before the entire back-end was ripped away, a glacier-like chunk of batter pulled off in its entirety. Rakuraizer and the Taiyaki plummeted back down to the bay, where the entire mess of goo and cake struck the water's surface all at once, creating a volcanic spray of water that rained down all across the bay.

Moments later, Rakuraizer was seen crawling onto one of the small artificial islands, water draining in its wake.

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"Ack! I'm wide open...! Cozy, do it! Now!"

"Awww, what's da matter...? I thought you liked showing your big fat butt off?"

"Cozy!"

"Awright, awright, keep your shirt on... Here I go!"

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On the other side of the island, G-Corona hunkered down, lifting its anti-material rifle and sighting Rakuraizer down the barrel. "Mm... Just a widdle squeeze should do it... And then we can say bye-bye to our two biggest nuisances in one shot. Oooooh, golly, how do I come up with such diabolical schwewmes...?"

She zoomed in a little further, finding the cockpit in amongst all the filling dripping off Rakuraizer. She wasn't aiming for the robot, but the two humans inside. A railgun shot at this distance would turn them both into vapour pretty handily, and then she could just blame it on a misfire later. Or maybe she'd just give up her cover entirely and laugh all the way home. Choices, choices!

"Sorry I got to fill you up before you did me, Mr. Tadashii...! I bet that would've been fun!" She squeezed the trigger.

(Dun dun dun...!)

But then Kenta's console suddenly beeped. For the first time since he'd taken on Rakuraizer, ATHENA spoke:

"Firing lock detected. Beginning evasive maneuvers."

Without any warning, he felt the controls wrenched from his hands as Rakuraizer dove forwards, moments before a railgun-accelerated blast volleyed over its head.

"A - ATHENA...?" Kenta was so dumbfounded that the AI was actually speaking for once that he missed exactly why evasive maneuvers were happening.

Sunset screamed again as they smashed into the dirt, even as the volley of fire struck the Taiyaki in the distance. It had been sinking into the water already, but the strike to its nose tilted it down-forwards and it plunged even deeper.

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"What are you doing? Nincompoop? Ignoramus!"

"I only missed because you're so distwacting! Pipe down! Taking another..."

"WHAT THE!"

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"Remote shutdown initiated," continued ATHENA in its menacingly mechanical voice. Kenta saw G-Corona sagging out of the corner of his eye, before the rifle fell from its hands and it hit the deck. Cozy was plunged into darkness and unresponsiveness again, but this time for real.

And she wasn’t happy.

"I can't move! That stoopid A.I. disabled my robot just because my shot went near Kenta! AUUUUUUUGGGGHHHH!"

Despite herself, the enemy inside the Taiyaki laughed.

"We'll... We'll have to figure that out later!" cried a flustered Swan. "Kenta, destroy the control crystal!"

Kenta looked around, brain trying to catch up to what had just happened... and maybe he’d have put it together if he’d had more time to think about it. But Director Swan's orders came first.

"R - right!" Kenta jerked the controls to the side. Rakuraizer pulled back a fist before shoving it forwards again, firing a giant energy bolt around the location of the Taiyaki Geomorph’s Control Crystal.

"VOLT COLLIDER!"

The Volt Collider flew into the depths of the giant monstrosity, dissolving filling in its wake as it ripped deep into its artificial innards.

It emerged on the other side in a fantastic, multi-coloured spray. The two halves of the bisected monster began to drift to either side, right up until a delayed second-burst of filling gushed in every direction. And then a real explosion on top of that as the control crystal went absolutely haywire.

The taiyaki exploded into a thousand pieces that were hurled in every direction. Only its proximity over the bay prevented further unnecessary damage to Tokyo's people, another fine outcome of Kenta's impromptu plan.

But it didn't look like our heroes could breathe easy just yet. When the destruction cleared, something remained, floating in the air before them: a tall, white-haired woman striking an evocative pose with her hands folded behind her head. Her style of dress was outlandish, rather like a belly-dancer... but the real standout was her candy-pink skin.

... And the glossiness, bubblegumliness of her giant rack, but that was neither here nor there.

She clutched a sea bream in one hand, looking at it with despondent black eyes before tossing it back into the bay. She sighed through her nose, and looked directly at Rakuraizer. "Oh phooey..." she said, shrugging. "Looks like the fun's over...?"

Kenta took one look at her, then looked to Sunset, baffled. But she looked just as confused as he did.

“That’s not Dominator... Just how many of these girls are there?”

“I don’t know,” shot back Sunset, “But I don’t like the look of her.”

“Well... It doesn’t matter,” he finally said. “If it’s an enemy...”

Sunset paled. Rakuraizer had already taken plenty of damage in their battle, and was covered in more kinds of fillings than either of them could count. “Kenta, wait - ”

“No matter who it is in front of us, if it's an enemy, then we need to take them down!”

Rakuraizer pointed a finger in the direction of the bubblegum-skinned alien. "The fun’s just getting started from where I’m standing! Who are you?!" Kenta shouted, his voice blasted out through the robot's mouth.

Kenta wondered if he should be shooting first and asking questions later, but actually seeing one of the villains who were destroying Tokyo in front of him made him at least want some answers. He remained primed to fire off a Volt Collider at a moment's notice, however.

"Oho... How disappointing..."

"Well, I suppose not every puny planet in the universe can have heard of the might of the Geomorph Empire..."

She swept her hair back with one hand, before placing her hands on her hips. "We're the invasion force that's going to core out this worthless little world.. and then spit out seeds like you when we're done."

She wiggled her waist provocatively, then balled one hand into a fist. "Looks like you're on your last legs there, human... So why don't I help you get into an early grave!"

And then, next thing he knew, that small, human-sized alien was jetting towards Rakuraizer at full speed, her hand drawn back to deliver... a punch? Was she serious?

She didn't seem deluded. Rather, she seemed extremely set on this course of action. And whether or not it was a bluff, Kenta knew better than to not try to call it.

"MAGNET WA - "

Kenta didn't even have time to get the barrier up before 21’s bare fist connected with the Rakuraizer's metal jaw, not just denting it but lifting it off the ground.

"About time you learned your place, human! Feel the power of 21, Geomorph General!"

The head of the mighty machine swung backwards, pulling the rest of the body with it. It hung in the air just long enough to make Kenta’s stomach lurch, before slamming back into the ground with another earth-shattering explosion that sent him and Sunset bouncing around inside the cockpit. The impact tore the small island beneath him to shreds and sent water rivulets rushing inwards.

This lady was serious fucking business.

Sparks flying, the Rakuraizer staggered back up, water rushing in around its feet as the robot leaped forward, slamming a metal fist into the side of the flying pink alien. Her response was to raise an elbow and a knee, blocking the strike. A tremendous shockwave exploded outward from the force of his fist being so abruptly stopped, rippling waves forming along the bay.

"How cute!" 21 said, almost a giddy tone in her voice as she grabbed his fist, yanking backwards and throwing the hulking metal giant into the air.

As soon as he was airborne, she flickered out of existence. One moment she was there, the next there was a flash of light and she was gone.

As quick as he could, Kenta tossed out another Magnet Wall, this time catching Rakuraizer in mid air. The glowing green lines reached his cheeks as he scanned the sky for any sign of her.

But when 21 reappeared with a phasing sound, the alien was instead floating right beside Rakuraizer’s head.

“Shi - ” Kenta began to say, right before the horrifically strong alien thrust both arms forwards, grasping Rakuraizer's neck from behind. Holding on to her much larger opponent was no easy feat for the General but she was able to keep her grip by pounding her fists through Rakuraizer’s neck and grasping the robot's spinal structure directly. She lifted upwards and towards herself - Rakuraizer’s hands scrambling to keep hold off the Magnet Wall before being ineffectually dragged right off of it - until the robot hung directly over her head in mid-air. Slowly and deliberately, she shifted her grip to the robot’s lower back.

She was preparing to hurl him straight down into the bay, handling herself like a wrestler against an equal-sized opponent. The strength of this fighter was like nothing on Earth.

Clutching the controls in white-knuckled grips, Kenta fought with every iota of strength he had to resist the fate staring him in the face. Not just for himself, but for the girl sitting beside him as well. 21 was laughing, bouncing the robot from one hand to the other, enjoying the moment as she sized up various civilian targets below...

He ignored the blaring alarms coming from ATHENA and fought - fought with everything he had. The metal giant’s hands moved, its legs swung in the air, but there just wasn’t enough time. He reached back around behind himself again and again, trying to grab the insect hauling him across the sweaty bulk of her broad back and maybe he’d have grasped her eventually, but... he felt those muscles tightening, those arms winding up to let fly.

“Kenta!” shouted Sunset in his ear.

“Kenta! Thrusters!” she cried again.

His mind clouded, his arms aching as he wrestled with the controls, he struggled to understand what Sunset was saying... right before she reached past him and slammed her fist onto the control for Rakuraizer’s skirt thrusters.

There was a terrible scream from right behind them, undercut by the roaring of a dozen flames all at once, the same thrusters that had propelled Rakuraizer through its previous battles time and time again. 21 was hit point blank by the blast, cooking to a crispy finish.

She lost her grip. Just for a split second, but it was enough.

The look of relief on their faces was nothing short of immense. Sunset’s face shone and she wrapped her arms around Kenta’s neck as he fired Rakuraizer up once more, all restrictions on movement suddenly, gloriously lifted.

Rakuraizer flipped over in space, axe-kicking down at 21. And Kenta knew, by all rights, that should have been the end of it. The blow should have connected and she should have been finished.

But instead... her arms rose, forming an X that blocked the blow at the last moment. But it was enough, and the force of the kick sent both her and the giant robot straight down.

The alien hit the shore first, an explosion of dust and debris lifting into the air as the ground cratered around her. Rakuraizer slammed its foot down, hard.

“Did... Did we do it?” asked Sunset in disbelief.

“There’s no way, right...?” Kenta shot back.

And in any other circumstances, he’d have been right.

But when the smoke cleared around that crater, 21 was still standing, hands over her head, legs wobbling as she held Rakuraizer’s foot over her head, supporting its entire weight with just her arms.

The ground cratered beneath her feet once, then twice.

“No fucking way.”

“Nice try, humans!” the singed, blackened beauty teased, right before swinging her body in an orbit, whirling Rakuraizer around her head... and letting go, sending the robot flying in a brilliant arc across the bay. Rakuraizer hit the ground, those alarms grew even more insistent and even more offensive to the senses, and the cockpit went dim.

When Kenta pulled on the controls, there was no response from the mighty metal machine.

“Rebooting...” offered ATHENA helpfully, and the offended chorus from the two pilots would have had to have been heard to be believed. Kenta didn’t even know Sunset knew so many dirty words

---

And with Rakuraizer momentarily taken care of, 21 turned to G-Corona, flying down to the pilot's seat and tapping on the glass, looking inside. If any conversation occurred between the two of them, it was unheard of, but it looked like she was preoccupied long enough for Rakuraizer to get back into a seated position.

She flew forwards, ready to continue fighting... but suddenly looking down at herself. The fire hadn’t just burned her tasty taffy flesh, it seemed.

21 was stark naked. And had been for some time. And despite herself, despite the situation, and that any professional scrutinizer of screenwriting should have had an aneurysm from her next action... the alien space babe wrapped her hands around herself with a cry.

It wasn’t like she had anything to be ashamed of. To the contrary, 21 was built like none other, with powerful abs and broad shoulders... but her figure was also the stuff of dreams, a brilliant, squishy mom-bod with big, wide, maternal hips to rival the thiccest of earth women. The few tatters of harem pants remaining around her waist only added to the visual.

And with the removal of said pants, her skintight black latex thighboots came into view... rather wonderfully complimenting a few other similarly tight black latex things... like the bra currently gripping her tits like a second skin, fat nipples stiff points in the material.

And despite all that muscle tone and fitness? Her tits were still many times the size of her head over, each wobbling mammarial mountain far too large for something as simple as a bangle-jangling handwrap to be enough to cover up.

She was meaty. She was squishy and soft to an inhuman degree, and would probably be as pliable to the touch as a big ball of juicy pink mochi. The hundred-bristled mane of white hair spilling down her back, and that fat pink tail swishing beneath it, only added to the unreality of her inspirational figure.

Long-held human adages like 'If there's a hole, it's a man duty to thrust into it' flitted idly through Kenta's mind as the alien squirmed in mid-air before Rakuraizer, two fingers on either rosy-pink nipple, thighs clamped together in an attempt at modesty her own deliciousness utterly usurped.

She might be a world-destroyer, but it seemed 21 still saw herself as a woman first and foremost. Duly noted.

Shit. He was getting a boner.

And Sunset, sweet Sunset, a girl who probably would never have bat an eyelid no matter who Kenta said he wanted to fuck... even she must have had her limits, because she saw that thick shaft making a tent in his pilot's suit and she just deadpan glared at him with a 'Are you fucking serious?' look on her face.

"There's a time and a place, Kenta," she finally said. "Even if she is hot."

“Right. Fuck. Right. Okay.”

Kenta raised Rakuraizer’s fists. She might be hot, but the risk of dying here still hung over all their heads.

“We’ll finish this later!” she finally barked. Then she turned back to G-Corona.

"Cozy," she whispered. "Find out what disabled your robot and destroy it. No matter what it takes."

Then she turned to Kenta. "I won't say this hasn't been fun, flyboy, but I'm about out of playtime... Bon voyage... until we meet again~!"

Kenta lowered the Rakuraizer's arms as 21 made her escape. The green lines receded back towards the controls as he let his head flop against the headrest behind him with a sigh. There wasn't any way for him to deny it: he just got thoroughly rocked. Man, what a way to end a date.

Behind Kenta, Sunset slumped, exhaling a breath she'd been holding for altogether too long. Ego firmly in check, Kenta checked on her to make sure she was okay. She’d been his responsibility for so long... he wouldn’t have been able to handle it if she got hurt. Not to mention saving his bacon when he needed it most.

He was about to thank her for that, when she cut him off with a characteristic disparaging sigh.

"Euuuurgh... So much for our date... I guess this sort of thing is going to happen no matter how much we plan, huh?"

Unexpectedly, she grinned. "Well... Whatever lets me spend time with my man, right?" Then she slipped her arms up under his armpits, suddenly catching him in a ferocious hug. "You did great out there, hon... We'd be scrap if not for you."

Downplaying her role? Hopefully she'd get over that bad habit one day.

Hugging her back, Kenta looked through the monitor at the still-downed G-Corona. Kenta figured that it was impressive that she was able to do what she did in a fight like this, but the ending could have went a lot worse. What was it that ATHENA said? 'Firing lock'? Did Cozy line up her shot wrong? Was there another party out there that they didn't see?

Kenta decided to give the AI a chance to speak. Maybe she'd at least humor him. "...Hey, ATHENA, are you there?"

But ATHENA was back to being as silent as a tomb. On their end, the science team duo weren't turning up squat. "It looks like ATHENA fired up momentarily in response to some external stimuli... but unless we can analyze the piloting data, we can't be sure."

Cozy spoke up: "Which one of dese is the piloting data?"

Athena paused. "The blue box on the left."

"Oopsy. It got unpwugged."

"... Well, I guess it's going to remain a mystery for the time being, then... Cozy, can you move?"

"... Uhuh. G-Cowona's back online... We're coming back home!"

Cozy breathed a sigh of relief. Looks like her cover hadn't been blown yet... But what was that thing they were talking about? ATHENA? What was that?

Cozy narrowed her eyes. That's right... Earlier they'd said Kenta was the only one who could pilot Rakuraizer, and they'd mentioned an ATHENA back then, too. A dark idea began to circle in her head.

She had to destroy ATHENA. Find a way to smash it up, then make it look like an accident.

Or... maybe let someone else take the fall for her.

She chuckled darkly, wringing her hands together... until she realized comms was still open. "Oopsy." She closed it down and then resumed chuckling evilly to herself...

Episode 4: Triumphant Return

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Kenta probably should’ve been paying attention to what was going on with Cozy... but Sunset’s sudden hug had his full attention. She was currently taking up his everything and he wasn’t going to let it slip past. He swiftly reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her head. He ran his fingers straight through her red and yellow mane.

She’d called him ‘her man.’ Hearing that made his heart leap.

Kenta felt like he could stay here forever, just feeling Sunset’s body against him, sharing their warmth as they both came down from the adrenaline high of the fight.

The fact that they both were wearing shiny, slippery, form-fitting latex didn't hurt, either.

Unfamiliar feelings stirred in his heart as they bathed in the blue and green light of the cockpit.

In this position, Sunset couldn't help but let the roles be reversed a little bit, with her supporting him in the hug rather than the other way around. At least, she thought, until he eventually turns around and - gulp, throb - manhandles me into a more submissive position. But for the moment she cradled his weight, finding his lips with her own and gently kissing him. She squeezed her lover tightly, barely paying attention to the way it made their two latex-enclosed figures squeak and scrape with their movements against each other.

But even if she didn’t notice, her body did. Her pussy got wet and her nipples perked up very nicely as she clung to Kenta. "Y’know... It was kind of a disaster, but... this was a great first date, Kenta... Thanks for coming out with me."

She went for another kiss.

And Kenta might’ve been slow on the uptake with the first one, but he definitely wasn’t on the second. He passionately kissed her back, pecking her lips with his as he played with her hair. Her body seemed so small as it pressed against his, and he felt compelled to put his arms around her... caressing her back and pushing her in bit by bit.

He attempted to feel as much of her against him as he could. He felt like if he let her go then this precious moment would be over forever.

The creak of the latex mixed with the ambient hum of the cockpit's hardware, only being broken up by the rhythmic sound of their lips finding each other over and over. Soon, she wasn’t the only person who was ready to fuck: Kenta’s cock was nice and stiff in no time.

But he wasn’t in a rush to capitalize on it. He just held his throbbing shaft against her belly and said "I'd do it all again if it meant I get to be with you some more."

Then he punctuated his statement with yet another kiss.

---

When the door to Rakuraizer's cockpit shooshed swiftly open sometime later, it was to the sound of great applause and cheering. All the top staff, and plenty of the Science and Tech teams, had gathered to welcome the heroes back and help them bask in the glory of their third defeated Geomorph.

"Hoorayyyy!" A party popper went over Kenta's head, at the same time a champagne cork exploded. Soon enough, countless wine glasses were being filled to the brim.

But when the cockpit finished opening... all those voices fell sharply silent. The poured champagne overflowed a glass and began to spill onto the floor.

"Oh my..."

"... <God>!"

Kenta and Sunset were still locked together in a tight embrace, the short, fiery-haired girl with her head tilted upwards, all the better to sink deep into Kenta's kiss. She'd gone completely limp in his arms as she allowed herself to be held up by him. She trusted him implicitly to support her.

Well, limp aside from one part of her. Sunset's right hand was very busy at crotch-height, peppering that sizzling kiss with a fist closed around the rigid bulge of Kenta's cock. She hadn't even undressed him, it was entirely the result of his shiny blue suit becoming a skintight condom sheath over his rigid, throbbing manhood, which allowed Sunset to hold it as well as if he were naked. She had plenty of slack in her wrist, twisting up and down, having long since found his favourite way of jacking his fat cock off and sticking to it. She pumped his cock as well as he could, stroking him with the oily black fingers of her suit.

And Kenta, in turn, was entirely preoccupied with pumping his fingers in and out of Sunset's latex-coated pussy.

As one, all the assembled women blushed and turned away, or hid their faces behind their hands (and then peeked between their fingers). Kenta, too busy getting jacked off to notice, just rushed headlong towards his Sunset-induced orgasm~

His throbbing cock twitched in her hand and he let out a moan, muffled into her mouth, as he came, the black sheath of latex around the head of his cock expanding outward and spilling over into a large, sagging balloon full of his jizz and resting on the seat of the cockpit. The more Sunset pumped her fist, the larger the result.

It really seemed that if Kenta and Sunset were left alone in any place, they would eventually, inevitably end up attached to one another like some kind of pair of fuck-magnets. Kenta hadn't even meant for it to happen, it just continued to escalate on their ride back. One thing led to another, and...

Kenta finally opened his eyes to see the MG girls staring at him as he fingered Sunset's glossy latex cunt, filling a makeshift condom full of his hot seed. With reluctance, he let go of her lips.

"... O - Oh, uh... we're back."

But he didn’t stop fingering her cunt. Sunset sagged against him as her orgasm hit, clinging tightly to Kenta and riding his fingers all the way through her own respective climax. Shudder, shudder, twitch, moan. Her fingers creaked as she tugged on his chest, deforming his suit just a little here and there. When she let go, it immediately sprung back to form-fitting the stud's muscular chest.

"Uuuooooh... Whuzz...? Did you say something, Kenta...?"

Then her eyes followed his line of sight, right before she squealed and covered herself. Not that she was nude, but having all those eyes on her while in her pilot suit sure felt like it.

Meanwhile, a latex-clad Cozy fell out of G-Corona's cockpit nearby, struggling to get standing under the burden of her rack of comparable size to Sunset's on a body half the height. She shook her head out, then looked over to her co-pilots. "Golly... Dat looks like fun..."

Despite the strange situation, Cozy's off-hand comment caused a wave of laughter to rise up from the gathered crew, and everyone finally jolted back into motion, picking up the celebrations where they'd left off. Swan came up to Kenta and blew a party horn in his face with a big honk.

"You three did it! That's three of the invaders defeated now! I'm so proud of you three!"

Kenta stared a bit awkwardly at the party horn as it honked at him. He still wasn't used to getting praise like this, considering he did everything because he wanted to protect the city. Still, Swan was being cute, setting all of this up, and far be it for him not to go along with the festivities.

"Heheh, just doing my job I gu - homph" He didn’t get the chance to finish: before either of them could stop her, Swan slung an arm around Kenta and Sunset's necks, hugging both of them to her chest... and engulfing Kenta’s head in four, heaving massive tits. One set black-wrapped, one set nearly bouncing out of a skimpy minidress.

Sunset's were amazing and would always be amazing, and Swan's were perky, soft and full, almost impossibly so. She really was a supermodel. Being an MG pilot had its perks.

Wrapping his arms around the waists of the girls currently attached to him, Kenta wasn't about to just let this moment end until Swan pulled away. So he hugged back, keeping his face in the soft, calming hills and forgetting all about the troubles that they day brought. If the Director chastised him for being too lewd with her, he'd take it, but for now it was heaven.

He secretly hoped that Sunset didn't mind how much of a pervert he was.

---

While the rest of the staff continued with their partying, the pilots still had a little bit of work to do. This took the form of Swan leading the gang away to a debriefing room they hadn't used up until now, where she quickly seated the three pilots down. She and Roll took their seats on the opposite side of the room, Roll immediately bringing up a terminal to record their statements and for general Q&A.

Swan began by offering everyone a cup of green tea, before getting down to business. "Well... A lot happened today, and we have very little explanation for any of it.”

She took a deep breath. “Now, nobody's under suspicion of course, but... Kenta?"

When Kenta looked in her direction, she sighed, struggling with what she wanted to say next. "Kenta, it's a little too early to be sure, but it seems like ATHENA acted up during the mission, and ended Cozy Glow's support mid-operation.”

Kenta rolled the cup in his hands, nodding. “Right.”

Swan continued: “Is this the first time you've had contact with ATHENA?"

Sunset and Cozy both immediately started talking out-of-turn, the sudden cacophony catching Kenta off-guard.

“Athena was just protecting us from friendly fire!” shouted Sunset. Cozy cranked things up a notch: "Dat thing's a menace! Shut it down!"

Swan shushed them both, then she and Roll looked pointedly at Kenta. He figured that was his signal to fill the dead air.

Kenta looked down at his drink, thinking it over. ATHENA really seemed to be cagey, but he wouldn't describe her as a 'menace'. Maybe Cozy's nerves were just on edge from the battle. He thought back to see if there was any other time that the AI had stepped in.

"Well uh... there was that time against the Wolf Geomorph where ATHENA did... something... that let the Rakuraizer skate on the rails so I could keep chasing it." Kenta gave a bit of a half-shrug, not really sure where the Director was going with all of this. "...But other than that this is the first time. At least definitely the first time that she's spoken to me, at least."

He took a drink of the tea. It was better than he was expecting, helping to take a bit of the edge off in a situation that felt like some kind of police examination. He was probably overthinking it. At least ATHENA said something. That's progress, right?

Swan nodded. "Alright, thankyou Kenta."

"You did good work out there today, all of you. It... looks like the Geomorph attacks are going to grow more frequent, so I'll be authorizing the command to have Rakuraizer in a 24/7 ready state. No more charging-up periods, you call him and he'll come!"

"And Cozy, I..." Swan chewed her lip, struggling with her next words. Eventually, she pressed the fingertips of both hands to her cheeks, turning her head in a cutesy way as if speaking to a baby: "Let's let big sis' Sunset handle the badguys until you're a bit more trained up, okaaaay?"

Cozy folded her arms and turned away, grumbling. But she finally assented to it, even as she treated it as a very unreasonable demand. She seemed to have an inkling she was on thin ice.

“Well, I think that’s everything. Good work everyone, you’re dismissed,” said Swan. Looking more relieved already, she was back to her regular bright smiles. “Maybe if you hurry you can catch the tail end of the big party!”

Once they were out, the three pilots quickly reconvened in the hallway. Cozy looked crabby, but soon turned back to a smile as she looked up at Kenta. "If Sunset's my big sis... does that mean you're my big brother...?" she giggled.

"Hey, big bro, big bro, I did good out there today, right? I shot that monster weally good, riiiiight~?"

“Me, a big brother?” Kenta just laughed. Swan was probably right, Cozy shouldn't have taken G-Corona out like that... but it was hard to believe someone so cute had anything but the best intentions. She just wanted to protect people.

He placed a hand on her head, running his fingers through her striking blue and white curls. When his hand touched her hair, she immediately leaned into it like a cat, snuggling right into his palm.

"I dunno about that... but yeah," Kenta said, "Yeah, you did pretty good out there. We would've gotten pretty thrashed if you didn't step in to buy us time."

His eyes drifted south of Cozy's face accidentally, settling on her giant chest, wobbling in response as he ruffled her hair. It was almost a split second before he realized where his gaze was wandering and he shot his eyes back up before it became an issue.

"So yeah, thanks, Cozy." He figured that he shouldn't overstep Swan's chastising, though. It was important that she knew what she did wrong, even if everything turned out right. "You should uh... probably still listen to what Director Swan says, though."

Kenta might have taken that moment to remove his hand from Cozy’s hair, but instead she leaned into it like a cat, pushing her face against his wrist, encouraging him to keep going. And then there was what she said next...

"Oh, I will, I will! I'm weally good at listening well and doing exactly as I'm told!"

So he kept right on going. Any man would have.

Cozy purred, again like a kitten. She leaned forwards, until her face was inches from the crotch of Kenta’s suit. And needless to say, there was none of the looseness he'd get from his work pants here: the skin-tight pilot's suit was exactly the shape of a fat, long dick down there, contrasted with Cozy's big, innocent eyes, perky nose and surprisingly plump, blue lips. She glanced sideways at it, then smacked her lips together, making a single, solitary little popping sound. At the same time, she bounced on her toes, causing an awful lot of heaving and jiggling.

"Golly... Do all men have thingies as big as that one?" she asked, slapping a hand to her cheek in a mock display. "I'd think you were still hard... but I saw Sunset take care of it with my own two widdle eyes! It must get even bigger when it's got a nice girl or two around to look at!"

Emphasis on the 'or two', obviously, and accompanied by yet another slurp of her lips and fluttering of her eyelashes. Sunset squirmed with embarrassment beside him, although probably not for the reason Kenta was assuming.

The sudden attention on his bulge made Kenta stutter a bit and his eyes shifted between Sunset, Cozy and Cozy's chest nervously, not exactly sure of where to look. The brazen brat really did just start bouncing around and teasing him about his dick. God, and the sounds she made with that mouth...

"W-well uh..." Kenta tried to come up with some kind of response, some sort of excuse or explanation for his 'curious' teaser that didn't make him look like a huge pervert who was getting turned on by all of this. He laughed nervously. "I - I think that sort of reaction would be... normal...?"

Thoughts of grabbing hold of her soft, squishy impossible tits and thrusting his cock into them filled his mind as they pressed against his legs, her face just inches away from his crotch. He kept his hands where they were, though, with one at his side and the other pressed into the teasing girl's hair.

As if subconsciously detecting Kenta's lewd desires, there was the sound of shifting latex, a bit of a wet stretching as his crotch shifted. What was once an outlined bulging dick pressing against the side of his pilot suit became a free-hanging cock, sheathed in shiny black material that clung outrageously to every vein and contour. The thick member settled between his legs, just barely resting against the squished-up tits enveloping his thighs and knees, radiating warmth into Cozy's chest.

Kenta looked away, embarrassed to suddenly be on display. He figured Sunset was going to murder him, either out of embarrassment or frustration at the fact he was seemingly this insatiable and perverted.

"Ooohhhh! Wow! Hey, lookie, Sunset, it really did get bigger! Ooooooh!"

Cozy turned her head this way and that, with plenty more jiggling ensuing as a result. She folded her hands behind her back and walked from side to side around him, admiring his cock from various angles. She leaned in with her hands on her cheeks. "Woooow! If only I knew how to catch a boy... I don’t know the first thing about seducing a man for myself... because I'm just sooooo wide-eyed and cyoot and innocent!"

She finally leaned back, cupping those awesome tits. Her expression of naivety slipped just slightly, a devious smile coming to her face. "Although... some parts of me are pwetty seductive, though... Maybe it'd be okay if I just used these, heehee..."

Sunset hid her face in Kenta's shoulder, shaking a little. She looked like she didn't know whether to run away or start squeezing Kenta's dick. Was... was she getting turned on from this? It sounded insane, but her response was so strange. She wasn't doing anything to shut Cozy down at all, just watching as the big-breasted tart flounced around.

"They... They are pretty big, aren't they..." huffed Sunset, trying to find something to say.

Cozy grinned, putting a hand on either one of those stupid-big mammaries, giving them a few squeezes that saw her suit suck them together, going from two separately-suspended tits into one massive, deep blob of cock-squeezing cleavage for a second. "Yaaaay! A compliment from Miss Sunset! But I hope they get even bigger..."

Sunset gulped, continuing to blush as she stared at Cozy's tits.

Cozy turned back to Kenta with another grin, continuing to play with those ridiculous udders. They really did look out of place on such a slender frame, and such an innocent girl... like they were screaming to everyone around her that she was specifically built for every perverted act they could possibly think of. His cock swiftly hardened as she shook and bounced her chest around, purposefully wanting to draw his lusts towards them, and very aware she was succeeding.

But getting an erection in response to big, natural tits was nothing new for Kenta. No, it was Sunset's reaction that was the surprising one this time around! The usually fiery girl was just quietly clinging to his shoulder, and something about that set him off in all sorts of ways. Was she actually shaking? Was she that embarrassed, or that turned on? He moved one of his hands to cup Sunset’s plump, shiny ass, gently settling his grip onto her rear and giving it a soft squeeze as they both looked on at Cozy.

And Cozy, in turn, enjoyed her captive audience. She looked from the downcast, trembling Sunset over to Kenta’s raging shaft pointed directly at her, and she liked what she saw. That monster-meat stood in front of him, throbbing and pulsing as it pointed straight at the little tart causing all this mayhem, so close the tip was dragging across Cozy’s plush melons. Kenta wondered just how far she was going to take it, and just what it would take for him to break and fuck the devilish little minx.

He remembered Swan's words to him during the fight with the Wolf Geomorph: she’d given him the go-ahead to fuck anyone he wanted on base, anywhere. He was pretty sure that she was just overcome with emotion in the moment, and it probably wasn't a good idea to follow through with it, but that felt really hard to focus on right now. He didn’t want to think. Thinking was boring, fucking was awesome.

"Well, Kenta, what do you think? Do these look like they could catch a man to you~?" asked Cozy.

"D - Definitely..." Kenta was finally able to breathe out, inbetween focusing hard on Cozy’s massive fuckpillows being squeezed together.

And that was all Cozy needed to hear. Very definitely. She was very satisfied with that.

"Mmmh... I think the party is going to keep going for a while longer... Seems like everyone's having a lot to dwink..." she said with her hands on her cheeks.

"I'm not so good with crooowds, by maybe we could get some wine, and umm... go somewhere private?" she asked, leaning into Kenta. She actually bumped those mesmerizing hooters against his cock. Just a little hello.

"And then maybe we can introduce MY adult pawts... to YOUR adult pawts..." she said, slowly sliding her tongue out, giving her lips a feisty lick. "If dat's okay with yooouuu, Miss Sunset?"

Sunset gulped. She pressed her fingertips together, looking sheepish. "It might be a little weird if I'm just watching, um, my teacher going at it with the junior recruit... N - Not that the idea, uh, doesn't sound really appealing... Oh God, that sounds a lot worse when I say it out loud, shit... fuck..."

Cozy just sniggered. She raised her hand, stretching it out to Sunset's, coiling her pinkie finger in the other girl's. With some very gentle coercion, she soon had Sunset's fingers laced in hers, and gave the taller girl a very comforting squeeze. "Join in, then."

Sunset... overreacted. Her face turned red and her ears steamed. She looked from Kenta to Cozy, then back again. "Oh, I couldn't, not with a newbie, umm... Even though you're really, really attractive and I keep thinking about how hot it would be... being shorter but with tits like that... you just look so... so perverted, and... and... auuugh..."

“You want to be that big too...?” Kenta asked, wide-eyed. Now this was a side of Sunset he’d never seen before. He thought about a Cozy-sized Sunset, and realized he would be thinking about that very thing for a long time.

Sunset slunk down, dropping to Cozy's level, resting on her knees. She stared directly at Cozy's breasts, mouth practically watering. "Ummm... I can suck on them, right?"

Sunset was switching, and she was switching fast.

Cozy just smirked again. "Well, dat's dat taken care of... Now we just need some drinks~"

But Kenta didn’t hear her. He was still looking at Sunset. She was, after all, being both extremely adorable and extremely hot. As he watched her getting more and more flustered, he wondered if there was really anything she could do he wouldn’t find simply precious. It almost made him forget about his own stammering as he attempted to navigate Cozy's sexual minefield.

Kenta continued to throb hard between the two girls, the situation getting him more and more worked up. Sunset’s excitement was as infectious as Coz’s devilishness. They were both so good at teasing him in different ways. He had to get them to a more private room on the double.

Kenta breathed in through his nose in preparation for what he was about to do. He looked down at Sunset on her knees and resisted the temptation to run his fingers through her hair and grab - "...Okay. I'll go get a bottle and uh..." - he pointed to a room off to the side of the hallway they were in - "... Meet you guys in there, I guess."

The latex-sheathed pilot wasn't a ninja by any stretch of the imagination. It was hard enough trying to sneak around with a boner, but doing it in a skintight bodysuit made the feeling even more surreal. Even so, Kenta ducked and weaved around the corner when he hoped that no one was looking, poking his head into the room where the majority of the MG staff were still partying. Was Swan here? He couldn't see her from his location. However, what he could see was the table close by the door with food, cups, various drinks and bottles of wine.

Jackpot.

Kenta made himself seem as small as possible and, when he figured no-one was looking, darted into the room and swiped a bottle before slipping out again. Hopefully as quietly and as stealthily as could be. He sure didn't stick around to gauge just how successful he’d been!

Then he made his way back to the room with his loot in as much of a rush as he could be while making the least amount of noise as possible.

The whole time Kenta's mind repeating 'whatamidoingwhatamidoingwhatamidoing' over and over again.

He didn't get away entirely scott-free, of course. There were a lot of girls out there, three of whom he'd personally already put his cock inside. In all cases, multiple times.

So, of course, Athena and SciTwi both took the opportunity to cop a feel and give him a little kiss on the cheek. Roll bumped her chest against him and smiled warmly up at him like she was trying to get him to leak all over her chest. "Great work out there today, Kenta~" she cooed, sparing no expense in fluffing the hunky pilot's ego up.

But eventually he returned with his prize, and located the girls. Cozy and Sunset had found the closest thing to privacy available in this place they knew of, namely one of the building's bathrooms. "We're in here!" called Sunset.

It wasn’t the first place he’d have picked for a relaxing sit down and drink, but Kenta wasn't about to complain... although he did wonder why she didn’t come to the door. Either way, Kenta was left with no choice but to glance up the hallway both ways before diving into the women's private room.

And the reason for why Sunset was so indisposed became very clear the second Kenta entered and saw her sitting on one of the toilets... with Cozy in her lap. The fact both girls were still wearing their skintight, form-fitting latex pilot's suits added to the unreality of the situation... but not nearly as much as the kiss. Sunset gripped Cozy's little chin tightly in her fingers, tilting her face upwards, their mouths softly pressed together.

The things these girls got up to while he wasn’t around! Both of them had their eyes tightly shut, moaning into each other in a chaste, pure expression of affection. They smacked lips together, both bodies squirming like crazy with their excitement, an excitement that only seemed to mount for Sunset as Cozy bounced in her lap.

Neither of them seemed to want to break it off just yet, so Sunset just inclined Kenta over with a latex-clad hand.

If he wasn't already hard as a rock, the sight of Sunset and Cozy sharing a kiss would have definitely got him to full mast immediately. He took a moment to soak in the beautiful image of the two young pilots so close to one another, the busty, bouncing Cozy pressed against Sunset's own bountiful chest, making all those huge melons squish and wobble as their lips interlocked.

As Kenta neared closer, his blue-gray eyes locked with Sunset's teal and it made him remember a certain conversation with the girl.

<Sunset> If you need help with it all, I know some girls...
<Sunset> But not until after next time. Next time is just us.

Not even a full night since their first date and here Kenta was about to break a promise he made to one of his students. What a great defender of justice he was.

Well... Sunset would probably have said something if she was bothered, and she didn't look like she was too concerned. Maybe he was overthinking it. He was probably overthinking it.

He stepped up to the pair, his legs almost in contact with Sunset's as he bent over, holding the bottle of wine against her knee with one hand and petting her fiery hair with the other, all while watching them go at it. Fuck they were hot. Watching two girls kiss at close range might be one of the greatest pleasures a man could experience... right up there with helping them get back to bisexuality right afterwards. The acoustics of the restroom caused the smacking sound to reverberate, bouncing off of the white tiled walls to come back to Kenta's ears even stronger than before.

Kenta's cock throbbed in front of him, pointing directly below Cozy’s huge chest at her midsection. Of course this meant all the wiggling she was doing made the bottom of her melons slap against the very tip of his dick, smack-smacking it around just like he’d expect from that energetic little troublemaker. It was one hell of a sight, and he didn't know where exactly the best place would be to begin.

But an opportunity soon presented itself as the two girls finished their bout of kissing: as soon as Cozy pulled away, Sunset turned her head towards her teacher and co-pilot. Up until that point his head had been swimming with a deluge of complex feelings... but meeting her eyes, it all seemed to suddenly melt away. He realized the last thing he was gonna do here was ignore her for Cozy, and she needed to know that.

Kenta wrapped his hand around the back of her head and dove in to get his own taste of her lips.

Meanwhile, bending forward even more caused Kenta's stiff rod to poke into Cozy. It slowly slid upwards, the very tip being sandwiched between the bottom of her latex-bound tits.

"W - Waugh!" Cozy cried as she got a very stiff poking, nearly pushing her off Sunset's lap altogether. Bracing herself on the wall she thrust back, returning the bullying Kenta's cock was giving her two-fold, by smacking it around with her tits. She watched Kenta and Sunset kissing with mild disinterest as she took the wine bottle out of her beau's hands, beginning the process of filling up all three wine glasses.

Sunset, meanwhile, had herself a very enjoyable time with Kenta. Going from the almost-otherworldly experience of making out with her personal wet dream to kissing the much more familiar lips of her boyfriend felt like quite the treat... All in all, Sunset was enjoying herself: she had a willing, eager plaything in her lap and a big hot boyfriend with a big hot cock. If anyone were to ask Sunset how she were doing right now, she'd be sure to say she was feeling pretty damn good.

"Mmm... Kenta... Ahhh..." Sunset plastered her mouth to his, swirling her tongue around and around his own. She laced her fingers around the back of his neck, holding him to her so she could take the kiss even deeper. After today's death-defying experiences, this was exactly what she needed.

"Hey! Aren't you two gonna have a dwink?" grouched Cozy. And when they finally broke it off, Sunset momentarily tugging Kenta's bottom lip out with her as she withdrew, they found the grinning brat teasingly holding up all three filled wine glasses in an exaggerated gesture that looked even more ridiculous coming from such a Darla Dimple-styled cutie.

"Bottoms up!" she purred playfully.

Sunset took her glass, drawing a black fingertip around the rim. "Mmmh... Is teen drinking okay if your teacher's present... What do you say, Mr. Tadash - Oh!"

Cozy was already guzzling her wine to the bottom, and swiftly filling her glass up again. "Oooooh! That's the good stuff!"

"Wow... At least I don't have to worry about shocking anyone here," laughed Sunny.

Episode 4: Smut With Cozy and Sunset

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"Hah, yeah I think it's safe to say that we're all kinda perverted, here..." Kenta mused as he took a glass of wine. Taking a gulp, he placed his hand on the side of Cozy's breasts, giving the obscene melons a rub and a slight squeeze as he slowly pressed the tip of his cock to her cleavage.

"...Plus if I didn't know any better, I'd say you really enjoy all this teasing.”

Firmly set on his position of throwing stones in glass houses, Kenta continued pressing his achingly-hard rod forwards, sinking deep into the depths of fuckpillow cleavage offered up to him by the pint-sized, faux-innocent, candy-haired little devil in front of him. Every inch felt more magical than the one before it, and he moaned in luxurious relief every bit of the way. The sound of squeaking latex filled the restroom as his shaft slowly but surely disappeared into the vast sea of pink being offered up by Cozy.

He took a tighter grip on Cozy's tits, pushing his palm against her huge nipples before dragging his cock back just as slowly as he had pressed forward. His legs shook, enjoying the feeling of how the massively lewd chest felt engulfed around his large, bucking cock.

Kenta couldn't help but notice though, just how readily Cozy took to chugging her wine. It probably should have set off alarm bells, but it kind of just made the whole thing hotter in his mind. Watching her down the liquor just made him want to go wild and use the little living fucktoy's body for what it was obviously bred for. "N-nnnh~ You keep going like that and you're gonna get a wicked hangover."

Despite his words, Kenta didn't actually do anything to stop Cozy from drinking as much as she liked. Instead, he moved his hand down her slick, shiny chest to grip a nipple in thumb and forefinger, manhandling her nicely, reeling in her.

The latex suits they had on were truly amazing... Despite Cozy's body being sheathed in the unashamedly lewd material from neck to toes, it still felt like playing with a naked girl, albeit one with trim, tightly-bound proportions. The girl’s tits were suspended tightly, lending them an artificial, almost implant-like look, and nowhere was this more obvious than on Cozy who's breasts jutted up absurdly. They curved so much her nipples jutted more upwards than forwards, throbbing nubs just begging for a squeeze.

The only problem he found was in actually sinking between them. It was as if Cozy was putting up a barrier, the tight material reflecting his cock, not letting him pump into the depths of her humid, sweaty cleavage. Sunset noticed right away, because she took to instructing the other girl carefully.

"Your suit, Cozy... You need to concentrate on it... Just... Mmm, imagine you're interested in helping Mr. Tadashii here blow a load all over your chest..."

"Ohhh, but I ammmmmm~" moaned Cozy, which got a giggle from Sunset.

Sunset tapped her fingertips on Kenta's throbbing pole, then wrapped her hand around it, holding him nice and tight. "Just... imagine, and..."

Cozy gasped as, this time, Kenta's cock seemed to sink into the latex as if it were water, ripples passing out through the rest of her suit. Cozy's spellbound expression remained on her face as she thrust her chest forwards, putting her body to a long overdue use for its ideal function. Those massive kitty-titties had swollen up for a reason, growing a huge pair of obscene porn-sized funbags was only worth doing if you had big cocks fucking them, pumping them, spraying cum all over them until they were painted white... and she licked her lips as she realized this first-hand. "G - Golly... It feels so funny doing it like this with the suits...!"

She smirked up at Kenta. "This perv looks like he's in hog-heaven, too... Do you like how my titties feel~?"

Sunset giggled, bouncing the little bundle of joy in her lap, smoothing her hair out... all-in-all looking psyched as hell to have front-row seats to this cutie fuckdoll getting creampied. "Mmm, he's so into it. Just look how hard his cock is~"

Cozy's tits felt amazing, of course, but she didn't have to put it like that. It was a bit embarrassing to hear, but Kenta's rod pulsed in response to the little demon's barbs all the same. Just like how the little perv-bait's massive pillows were made to be fucked, Kenta's huge, rock-solid and leaking cock must have been made for a singular goal as well. Eventually he was able to breathe out a hesitant "Y...yeah," not really very good at owning up to his own likes that blatantly.

To show Cozy just how much he liked her tits, Kenta knocked back the rest of his glass of wine and set it aside so he could get to using his now free hand to grab onto the un-manhandled breast in front of him. He kneaded the soft, pliable surface, fingers sinking in deeply with the squeaking and creaking material almost covering them completely while he held on.

Cozy's cleavage pressed harder against Kenta's shaft, engulfing it completely, becoming quite a nice, tight titpussy for him. With a grunt, he thrust forward, slapping his midsection against the front of the cutie’s tits, causing a nice wobble along the surface even as his cock slid along inbetween.

Kenta's eyes glazed over with the euphoric feeling her absurd chest was giving him. In this state, he couldn't do much of anything aside from let his hips go at it, mechanically piston-fucking the living onahole bouncing away in front of him.

Slap-slap-slap-slap. The rhythmic sound reverberated throughout the restroom was only accentuated by the creaks of latex and shuddering breathing. All the while, Kenta held onto Cozy's tits, gripping down as if the moment that he let go, they would cease to exist. It must have been quite the sight for Sunset, holding onto someone so small as she watched her teacher use that girl's body like a fleshlight.

What an erotic sight the three of them were making... Forbidden pleasures deemed highly irresponsible by everyone, but just so much more delicious for being so~ It was ingrained into Kenta and Sunset's mind to treat a body as small as Cozy as gently and softly as possible... so using her roughly turned those deviants on all the more!

But nobody could be happier about it than Cozy. She felt so tiny before this giant alien man with his huge muscles, his powerful arms, his enormous, smelly dick that made her nose ache every time she took a whiff of it... But with something as simple as her titties she had him totally at her mercy, utterly spellbound. It felt so good knowing she could make herself totally defenseless, open her body up to his use, and still have him in an even weaker position in the process! Watching that large, hard cock hammering her bust, his hands clawing desperately at her chest like he might go mad... She was smiling ear-to-ear! Now this was power!

"Uuoooh... I peeled it... I peeled sensei's big, hard cock... Mmmh, let's just hope sensei's happy with this sort of thing... Or he might want even more of me~ He might go in heeeereee..."

Cozy reached between her little legs, stretching out across Sunset's lap, and clasped the mound of her pussy teasingly, finger-spreading herself until she'd outlined every fold in the latex. Her clit was one of the fattest he'd ever seen, a big, plump bulge wrapped in the pink sheath of her pilot suit. "Pwease be satisfied with just my titties, sensei... Cozy might go mwaaaad with pweasure if you hammered her widdle pussy with your huge, hard caaawk... Mmmmh~"

Sunset grinned, pulling Cozy's arms back, wrestling her into an even more defenseless position. She started jostling the little brat, thrusting her up on Kenta's cock. She used all her strength to flatten Cozy against his dick, until the cutie's face and tits were flattened against his crotch. "Get him off, first... Then you can think about getting your other holes slammed!"

Kenta couldn’t believe it. Sunset was really pushing Cozy into him hard, surprising him with her enthusiasm. In the back of his mind he wondered if they were being a bit too forceful, but it wasn’t like Cozy was complaining, was it? If anything, she had done nothing but egg them on further. It seemed like she absolutely enjoyed being able to turn people into mindless fuckmachines driven completely by lust.

His thoughts went back to the night at the strip club and the several times where he lost his composure and just thoughtlessly railed one of the girls like he had a burning need to get all of his cum out. This was similar, but a bit different. Cozy was purposefully playing up just how helpless and small she was, and acting like she had no idea about fucking into the bargain. It seemed the little slut absolutely loved turning people into pervs and making them question how they should feel.

Too bad for her that Kenta always questioned that anyway.

But it was hard to argue with that large, aching clit poking up at him, being so brazenly displayed... so Kenta just went for it. The little brat loved using her body to make others mad with desire, and despite all his internal postulating, it was working really, really well. He picked up speed, dragging his hands down her massive jugs to wrap around her sizeable nipples, giving them a hard yank while thrusting, the head of his cock suddenly bursting free from the depths of the little cutie’s cleavage to give her an up-close show of it hammering in and out of her tight valley. And with the tip coming right up to her powder-blue lips on every thrust, you bet she started leaving sloppy lipstick smears all over it!

Kenta could soon feel his orgasm building up; his legs shaking and his breath becoming more ragged as he pumped his hardest yet, roughly manhandling those massive tits into a tight fucking channel which he ravenously pounded his cock up and down the length of. Because fuck it! He was going to show Cozy the consequences of her stings and teases!

But he also remembered what had happened last time he’d cum while wearing this adaptive latex suit... The material had contained his cum, bulging it out around the tip of his cock into a heavy, semen-filled balloon. And that just wasn’t going to cut it this time. He felt like sending Cozy a message.

Just... how to do it? He’d only ever messed with the proportions of his suit a little beforehand, but Sunset had made the process seem so simple... Maybe if he just...?

Kenta tried something.

And then the latex surrounding the tip of his dick receded with a shifting sound, leaving just the cockslit of his large, now wildly-bucking member almost imperceptibly bare. And just in time: Kenta sucked a shuddering breath in through clenched teeth before shoving forwards, the head of his cock pounding into the cutie face as he exploded, rocketing jet after jet of his thick, white-hot cum at her. He kept a death-grip on her tits, keeping them contour-mapped to the veiny shaft of his member, shuddering in pleasure as he felt his aching balls bounce and buck. He pressed her melons down hard on himself and pumped his seed up and out and all over this little fucking brat in front of him.

"I - Iyaaaah!" That was one way to take down a Geomorph General, and one Cozy wouldn't forget any time soon. She and Sunset both squealed as the gusher caught her right in the face...

She tried to twist away, but only at first. Once she realized she was wrapped up in Sunset’s arms and getting her face painted either way, she changed tactics to snapping her plush lips tight around the head of his perverse cock and throwing herself forwards, pushing it down her throat! She held him tightly and began to gulp hard and fast, throat bulging, tummy expanding, and making some of the most perverse sounds he'd ever heard in the process! GLRK-GLRK-GLRK! Cozy's eyes bulged and her throat ballooned as she struggled with that overwhelming load: it would have bloated a woman twice her size, so how was she supposed to manage?

... Apparently pretty well! For all her burbling and gurgling and that crazed look in her eyes, it did go down. Cozy swallowed cum better than just about every other girl he’d ever fucked, to the point where he could see huge blobs of the stuff working down into her belly, fist-sized bulges travelling down her neck. But just when Kenta's natural concern for the poor girl started to overwhelm him, and he started to try to pull his cock out of her mouth, Cozy venomously seized it, anger flaring on her features with a twisted, aggressive glare just for him. She looked like a cat ready to scratch someone who'd tried to take away her food bowl.

Hissing at him, she doubled-down on his dick, choking and gagging herself on it, hollowing her cheeks as she guzzled the rest of his semen. Sunset blushed, getting more than she bargained for, while Cozy just kept on gulping. Then, finally done, Cozy slurched it out of her mouth, tongue lewdly flopping out all over him, dangling down his steaming, saliva-drenched length.

“Mhaaahhh...”

She cupped his fat balls in small hands at the same time, squeezing the last of his cum out, all while running her tongue around under his foreskin, bulging it from the inside as she scraped up all the tucked-away semen and slurped it back into her mouth.

And then what did the little trollop do? With a triumphant smirk, she licked the cum off her face, too. She burped, a cum bubble popping from her lips as she pridefully showed off her work. Barely a drop of his heavy load remained, all stuffed inside this newly-fattened little cutie-bitch. Then she sucked her fingers one by one, pop-pop-pop!

"Mmmh... Tashty... Hope you've got wots more for me, though~"

"H... holy shit..." Kenta panted, knees weak, needing something to hold onto after all that. He just braced himself against the toilet wall and stood there, shuddering. Cozy had been completely adamant about taking every drop of his sizable load and it did nothing but make his cock instantly hard again. She was absolutely greedy and he was suddenly afraid that the little slut would be able to suck him dry.

Kenta's cock popped free of Cozy’s prison, throbbing directly at the two as his mind raced to understand how something like that could happen.

"How. H-how did you even...?" Kenta looked over to Sunset for some kind of grounding, realizing that she probably didn't even care. The whole act made him want to use the little hussy even more.

And Cozy just looked back up at Sunset with her big, adorable eyes, rather in contrast with the lewd scene unfolding. "Can you help widdle Cozy up on the sink, pwease~?" she asked, with a finger on her chin.

And there she was, roughly thirty seconds later. On her back on the counter spanning the length of the bathroom, between two of the tabletop basins with her little legs in the air and that same adorable look on her face as she pumped Kenta's cock in her hand, pointing him directly at the fat mound of her engorged pussy. "Will it fit...?" she asked, staring at it with wide eyes. "I think it wiiii~iiiillll~!"

Pump-pump-pump~ Her fat hand with her short little fingers was molesting that fat cock very nicely. With her up there, she was pretty much at the perfect exact height for a good, hard railing, so she encouraged him to get to it by tugging him in, bumping the head of his cock against her cunny with little squeaks and full-body shudders. "Come on... In you go..."

And then Sunset was on his back from behind, squeezing his belly, brushing her lips against his ear. "Come onnn... Don't even think twice about it... You deserve this, you've done so much for the city... And look at her, she's so willing~"

"Fuck her~" she whispered, like a little devil on his shoulder.

"Fuck mweeeee~!" moaned Cozy, drool running down her cheek as she stared at Kenta's hard cock out of the corner of a crazed eye.

"F - fuck, I - ..."

Feeling Sunset's breath on his ear along with the absolutely unreal sight of Cozy pumping his cock in front of him almost set Kenta off completely right then and there. These girls were going to be the death of him. Feeling something bubble up from deep within, he couldn't take it at all anymore and grabbed a hold of the slut’s ankles, lifting them up and out as he pushed his massive cock forward.

The throbbing log dwarfed Cozy's tiny little cunt in front of it as he pressed against her slit. Kenta released a shuddering moan through closed lips and he felt the black-sheathed hands of the devil behind him sliding down his waist, bumping her own hips against his ass and just... pushing him forward.

Kenta yanked Cozy's legs backward at the same time he jammed his own hips forward, dragging Sunset's hands along for the ride. His huge, throbbing cock pressed against his new onahole's cunt and, after a split-second of resistance, sunk in.

It was the tightest, warmest thing that Kenta had ever experienced before, bar none. It brought back feelings of fucking Roll in a similar situation, but the whole buildup and quick chipping away at his morality made it feel even more potent.

His cock was basically splitting the ‘poor’ girl in half. It looked absolutely obscene to see how much she stretched to accommodate him, especially as it sunk deeper and deeper inside. Eventually it went so far as to bulge out her belly to form a nice mound in her midsection.

Really just using the little slut's hole as a cocksheath. And he still just kept pushing.

Kenta couldn't help but focus on the sight of her. It was crazy and completely overwhelming. Eventually his aching cock made it clear that he needed to be thrusting into this hole, and his mind caught up to what his body was already doing: settling into a hard, fast rhythm of pumpfucking the tiny tease in front of him. He watched her obscene breasts bounce and shake as he fucked her into the wall on top of the counter and felt his ass swinging backwards against Sunset's hips as she urged him further into Cozy, hilting that massive dick into a hole that should not be meant for something as large as what was in it at present. But it was working.

"Oh... FUCK! My tummy is SO FULL!" cried Cozy, staring up at Kenta wide-eyed, letting more and more dirty words slip from her pretty little mouth, her soft velvety lips. He was really pounding her now, enjoying that cunt to the fullest, hammering his hips against her comparatively small butt and plump thighs, bouncing her up and down the counter. Every time he hilted she got a new stupid look on her face, clinging to the glass mirror behind her, head rattling around on her neck like a bobble-toy. Her tits wobbled up and down her chest each time, heaving in undulating waves only made possible by them being so damn big. Eyes rolling back, tongue thrusting into the air, flashing peace signs, twitching, out of control, panic rising in her mind as she wondered if she'd bitten off more than she could chew... but by no means stopping.

Sunset moaned, "God, that fucking thing must be up around her lungs, Kenta..."

But that sure didn't stop her tacitly placing a hand on his butt and pushing, encouraging him to sink even deeper into his new pocket pussy plaything. "... But I bet she can take it even deeper."

If Cozy could take Kenta's massive dick deeper, then Sunset was sure determined to make it happen. Her words and hand on his ass just drove him harder and harder.

If Kenta ever needed to feel guilty, the sound of his hips pounding on Cozy's fat fucking ass as her legs writhed in his hands would do it for a good, long while... but nobody was about to stop this happening, either. When he did randomly let go of one of Cozy's legs, her only response was to wrap it around his waist and add to the pressure Sunset was applying, even as her middle turned into a mountain of cock-bulge in the lands of cutie-tummy.

Since one of Cozy's legs wriggled free, Kenta decided to give up the idea of holding onto them and instead wrapped his large hands around the cutie's little waist, sinking the digits in with a squeak of the shiny suit, gripping onto her tightly as he forcefully thrust her onto him. This just caused Kenta's out-of-control cock to be shoved deeper into her, her sizable ass rippling as it slammed into his hips. Cozy's completely impure vocabulary just made him want to fuck all of that out of her, and the wet, slick coating of her own juices made sure that he'd have plenty of lubrication as it added an extra shine to Kenta's already shiny suit.

Finally, Cozy had her fill. Just about foaming at the mouth with her eyes rolled all the way back in her skull, she trembled one last time and started hissing through her teeth as she orgasmed, causing a flood, a tsunami, of girl-juices to utterly soak his cock, then go even further beyond to splatter the entire front of his pilot's suit. She started swearing, a long string of vile curses, and she didn't stop all the way through cumming~

Kenta's own lewd words joined in with Cozy's as he masturbated while using the jiggling cutie, the divinely dirty feeling of her twitching and spasming pussy clinging to his shaft urging him on. He shifted his hips and her body, and the bulge in her tummy disappeared as the head of his cock basically forced its way through and past her cervix, into her womb directly with a bit of a silent 'pop'

And then out.

And then in.

And then out and then in again. Each time, the head of his cock brushing against the ring caused him to shudder and shake like he was going to lose his mind.

"H - hhholy fff..." Kenta tried to talk, tried to somehow articulate just what was going on, but all that managed to spill out was obscenities and exclamations as he railed Cozy like she was meant to be railed.

He thrust in one last time, popping past Cozy's cervix as he came. His balls jumped and bucked and pressed up into the underside of his throbbing shaft, visibly sending load after burning load of thick cum up and into his personal onahole.

It was only a split second later that that same white-hot seed erupted from out of her, spilling in copious amounts all over the counter, Kenta's front, Cozy's legs and midsection, and even onto Sunset as it splattered and rained down onto the floor of the restroom. Kenta grit his teeth as he attempted to ride out the wave with a grunt, just hoping his legs weren't going to give out from under him.

Cozy's cervix felt gooooood. This little brat dared to act like she didn’t know anything about sex, yet here she was already being worn as a cock ornament all the way down to the womb. She'd gotten a proper creampie from Kenta... and she adored every depraved second of it.

"Mmmmhmmmm, oh yeahhhhh! Keep cumminggggg!" howled Cozy, clinging to him as tightly as Sunset was, squeezing all the semen out of him, until her lower body, and the whole damn counter, was soaked in white, sticky semen that flowed down to splatter all over the floor around their feet. Sunset clung to Kenta, suddenly feeling much less certain of her footing on her high heels.

Soon, she transferred to the counter, sitting down beside the fucked-out Cozy, rubbing her little belly even as a cascade of cum continued to gush out of her still. He'd really given Cozy a good working over, and she just lay back, plastered to the counter, huffing and puffing like she'd just run a marathon.

"You were amazing..." Sunset said, leaning over to give Cozy another kiss, with plenty of lip-chewing. Cozy lifted her tired head to kiss back, devilishly smiling even in her exhaustion. "Uhuh... Kenta wasn't bad either..." she giggled.

Sunset nodded giddily. Despite barely having involved in the sex, she had a glow herself as post-orgasmic as either of them. "Kenta's way too good at fucking his juniors. God... It was so fucking awesome seeing him pounding your little pussy..."

Without really thinking about it, Sunset tossed her phone to Kenta, before spreading the other girl's fucked-out, sperm-leaking pussy. Both girls used one hand to cover their eyes - for the sake of identity? Like their suits weren't recognizable enough? - and urged him to snap a memorial pic of today's events.

Kenta handled Sunset's phone with a shaky grip and he brought the two sluts into focus before snapping the photo. his mind was absolutely blasted out of the back of his head, but he figured that there was absolutely zero way that this action could ever be a bad idea now or in the future.

"God, Sunset, you're really just..." Kenta didn't even have words. It was hot as hell seeing the two there.

Kenta reached forward and slid Sunset's phone into her cleavage before turning to the side and collapsing against the wall, his cock still throbbing and jerking, spilling a bit of leftover cum every now and then with a splattering noise against the tile floor.

There were so many questions.

"C - Cozy are..." Kenta swallowed, trying to catch his breath and get his heart rate down. "...are you okay?"

Unlike the other girls, who'd generously and sweetly assured Kenta they were fine and happy, Cozy just took this as yet another opportunity to twist the screws a little further. She sat up groggily, resting her head on her fist, and grinned at him. "Mmmm, I dunno, perv~ Weren't you able to check my heartbeat while you were up inside there?"

Sunset's expression cracked a little, then she started laughing.

But Cozy was already on the move, hopping down, swanning over to him with a very exaggerated, flirty series of saucy hip wiggles that saw her come right up to him to wrap a hand around his penis. She gave it a few coy tugs, bringing the tip level with her face to mash it against her cheek so firmly it looked like it stung. "Your best widdle pal in the world will be okay, mister... If you pwomise to core me out again real soon in the future."

She thrust her tongue out, swirling it around the head of his leaking cock all over again, sucking her own slutty pussy-juices right off of him. "Gwowing girls need their milk... their daddy's sticky dick-milk... and I still wanna get looooooooots bigger!"

The breath that Kenta sucked in was hitched and sharp, and he tilted his head back, his cock splattering a jet of leftover cum onto Cozy's face for her efforts. God she really liked throwing his concerns and doubts back into his face. His hips shivered.

"Ghhhaahhh... Keep calling me that and it'll be a lot sooner than later." He tried to shoot back. Here she was, covered entirely in him, and still egging him on. "Starting to think you're not gonna be completely satisfied until you're fucked into a coma."

Kenta didn't even mean to say it like that, it just spilled out, but he couldn't really take it back. He looked over to a laughing Sunset for a split second before realizing that she probably would have just agreed.

Cozy just placed the tip of her finger on his dick, smirking as she rose up on tippy-toes. "Don't write checks you can't cash, buster~"

But before he could reply, Sunset sat bolt upright on her chair. "Shit, we need to get out of here before someone sees this place! I'll, uh, contact a cleaning robot. We have those, right?"

As it turned out, they very thankfully did, and Kenta and his two co-pilots managed to escape Swan's wrath another day... and Kenta was finally allowed to go home after joining the party for a few hours. He didn't get back home till early in the morning, long after his three sleepover students for that night had fallen asleep.

And that was how Kenta's Saturday ended. Sunday was a peaceful day to rest after so much hard work and stress, and then it was back to school again on Monday.

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Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Sunset Shimmer

<Kenta> So...
<Kenta> You want to be that slim with tits that big, huh...?

<Sunset> Oh come on, Kenta... Who wouldn't want to look like that?
<Sunset> I mean... ugh. She's just so... sexy.
<Sunset> It's like when you see a guy with a big dick, or a stacked girl. You can't help but want to see them getting fucked.
<Sunset> Her body's just like... mm. I'd have been so disappointed if she didn't want sex, looking like that.
<Sunset> I know if I looked like that, I'd be fucking nonstop.

<Kenta> Please tell me you realize how incredibly hot it is to hear you say that.
<Kenta> But yeah, I get it. When you see someone who looks good you just can't help but imagine it.
<Kenta> Though really, the mouth on that little girl, god.
<Kenta> Er, in more ways than one.

<Sunset> It's as hot as hearing you'd still stick your dick in me if I looked just like Cozy~ That really turns me on.

<Kenta> W-well I mean uh
<Kenta> I'd
<Kenta> Do that anyway
<Kenta> But yeah, thinking of you like that is sexy as hell.

<Sunset> We'll have to get her to spill her secrets.
<Sunset> Find out what she's been eating and stuff it into me.
<Sunset> Helps that she owns it so hard, though...

<Kenta> Yeah, though she can be a bit mean about it.
<Kenta> She's really competitive I guess
<Kenta> Though really, the fact that she's just. Like that. Is such a slap to the face to what it's "supposed" to be.

<Sunset> You don't mind me having an interest in her, right? Like, it's one thing for a guy to look at her like that, but... you know... We're both girls. It's weird, right?

<Kenta> Hell no, it's hot.
<Kenta> Plus, it'd be a bit hypocritical of me if I did, don't you think?
<Kenta> Considering uh...
<Kenta> All of the
<Kenta> Situations, I guess

<Sunset> Wew. I'm glad you're so open-minded about this stuff.
<Sunset> I really wanna have another threesome with her soon. That little munchkin’s gonna be haunting my dreams.
<Sunset> Wonder if she'd let me try it with a strap-on.
<Sunset> God. Nevermind, that's so weird.

<Kenta> ...
<Kenta> Actually come to think of it.
<Kenta> If the uh... the material synthesizer can make outcroppings on our suits...
<Kenta> Couldn't you have the most realistic strap-on ever?

<Sunset> Naughty boy... My hips are too big for keeping that sort of pounding up for long, you know.
<Sunset> You gotta think about these things, it's not like I've got a skinny butt like you
<Sunset> Buuuut... I'll keep it in mind. Mmm...
<Sunset> Making her squeal does sound pretty hot...
<Sunset> Damn. Now I don't know who to be more jealous of, you or her!

<Kenta> Well you DID already help do that.
<Kenta> God, you got really, really turned on. It was so cute when you were clinging to me like that.

<Sunset> Mm...
<Sunset> Sorry, Kenta, I guess I wanna be your little baby girl and get taken care of by you... AND railed every night.
<Sunset> Try not to hold it against me. ♥

<Kenta> Oh no, the hot girl is interested in me, how will I ever survive?
<Kenta> But seriously though, as long as you can put up with me being hard-headed then uh
<Kenta> Sure.

<Sunset> Mmm... Lemme know if you find any other girls that short, too.
<Sunset> Don't hold out on me, stud. Seeing you balls-deep in that tiny body drove me wild.

<Kenta> I probably would have never gone through with what we did if you weren't there.
<Kenta> So thanks for that.
<Kenta> ...Speaking of... Whaaat are you going to do with that photo?
<Kenta> ...Fuck, you're gonna kill me.
<Kenta> In that case...
<Kenta> Can you uh... keep a secret...?

<Sunset> Oh man. You work fast~
<Sunset> Of course I can. Not like Athena, heh.

<Kenta> Thank god. Yeah that. That was. Uh. That was awkward.
<Kenta> I'm still a little worried to ask about what all she told you.
<Kenta> Anyway...

<Sunset> Hey, the saviour of Japan is gonna be a popular guy. Don't sweat it.

<Kenta> Come on, you're more of a savior than I am, you've been doing this longer. I'm like, nothing, I'm just a meatshield
<Kenta> Anyway
<Kenta> This was some time ago, but
<Kenta> So you know about the rotating sleepover thing that Celestia setup since the dorms are being reconstructed, right?
<Kenta> Well... One night, There was a particular trio.
<Kenta> Tifa, Fluttershy and uh... Bache.

<Sunset> Yeah, she promised me I'd get a turn at that sooner or later... Lying bitch.
<Sunset> ... Although I guess I could just stay over your place anyway, huh? Might get a bit crowded.
<Sunset> What about Bache~?

<Kenta> But after dinner, we all sat down and Fluttershy flipped the TV to some cartoon
<Kenta> And I was sitting on the floor not really paying attention to anything
<Kenta> And the next thing I know... Bache is just. Rubbing her feet all over my dick through my shorts.

<Sunset> Well... I'm sure a big, strong guy like you took charge of that situation pretty fast, riiight?

<Kenta> ...noooot exactly fast
<Kenta> She fishes it out of them (with her FEET seriously I have no idea how she did it)
<Kenta> And then she just lands in my lap
<Kenta> And starts jacking me off.
<Kenta> Eventually the other two notice but uh...
<Kenta> But they just... watch. Like they come over to the couch to get a better look

<Sunset> Oooh...
<Sunset> Mmm... God, I'd love you to send me some pics next time that happens~
<Sunset> Sounds like a LOT of fun!
<Sunset> So, hey, I don't know if you noticed, but... There's a schedule for who's spending the night at your place for the next week pinned up, so we all know.
<Sunset> And I saw something pretty amazing for later this week...
<Sunset> Almost makes me wonder if word about Bache got back to Celestia and she's pulling a prank on you...

<Kenta> ....
<Kenta> I uh... I haven't looked, and now I'm afraid of looking.
<Kenta> But yeah, the ending result of the whole thing with Bache was that
<Kenta> I kind of got it in my head that I should really do something about her talking to her teacher like that.
<Kenta> It was weird, it wasn't even like in a sexual sense, but just a "I'm their teacher maybe I shouldn't let them talk down to me like that"
<Kenta> ...So while she was going off kind of like how Cozy did,
<Kenta> I shoved her face down on my cock while cumming.

<Sunset> And did she learn her lesson?

<Kenta> No, she just kind of took it like a pro...
<Kenta> Not to the degree that Cozy did of course
<Kenta> But she was proud.
<Kenta> Tifa made her clean up the mess, though...
<Kenta> Am I really going to have to get forceful? Honestly I think some of them might just like that.
<Kenta> Ughh. That just reminds me of "wrestling" with Adagio...

<Sunset> I mean... I wanna say yes. Of course I do.
<Sunset> But I'm biased.
<Sunset> You make it sound like you're going for the record, though. Trying to sleep with everyone?
<Sunset> Just get with the girls who like you for you, silly. Like me.
<Sunset> Nobody who cares about you is going to force you to do something you don't want to.

<Kenta> O-Oh. Um...
<Kenta> Well I mean. I like you, too. A lot.
<Kenta> But I don't even mean from a boning standpoint.
<Kenta> Though now that you mention it, sleeping with everyone would be pretty tiring...

<Sunset> Yeah, just save some energy for me, okay? I need my Kenta-time too.

<Kenta> Yeah. I gotta learn to say no sometimes, huh?

Episode 4: Smut with Mai and Shermie

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On a Tokyo street corner, Kenta waited. Overhead, great glowing signs blinked and flashed, advertising a slew of currently-airing films Kenta might normally have paid attention to... but in his current state of mind he had no thoughts for them.

He was supposed to be meeting one of his students, one Mai Shiranui, for a 'date' today. It was intended as a way of apology, making up for breeding her silly right there in the middle of the gym some days ago.

It seemed like an odd way to apologize, but who was he to complain?

But wasn’t she supposed to have come alone today? Why then, when he saw Mai approaching, was she not on her own? His student came with a companion in tow.

Miss Mai Shiranui looked as staggeringly fuckable as ever. Incredibly long legs with thick strong thighs led up to a fountaining set of hips and a big juicy ass toned by years of training and kunoichi exercise... currently barely encased in a pair of cutoff jean shorts so small they crept entirely into the tight space between her thighs, with just a few shredder tapers of cunt-biting denim remaining.

Her body was body by any standards, but the real stars were still to come. Those waited for him higher up.

So up his eyes went, creeping slowly all the way. Past wide, generous, childbearing hips, her waspish, tiny waist with exposed navel... He gulped in anticipation of what was finally coming, and sighed when he arrived: those tits! Glorious! Mai’s breasts were many, many times the size of her pretty little head, each like a cow’s udder in their own right, yet stupidly buoyant and perky beneath her too-tiny t-shirt.

The writing across the bust seemed like it might have said ‘MILK’ at one point in time, but now the shredded material simply offered up that substance in the form of oodles of exposed skin. Picked specially by Mai for their date today, the shredded remains couldn’t keep up much more than clinging to her straining melons for dear life, so flimsy even a single gust of wind or errant finger would completely expose everything.

Like she cared.

Her lovely orange hair spilled down her back, further adding to the aura of mesmerizing Japanese womanhood, a fertility idol in a teen's body.

Like always, Kenta could have stared all day... but he wasn’t given the chance. Because that was when the girl behind Mai stepped out into view.

"Hiii~ ♥" Her voice rang in his ears like the melody of church bells, undercut by the click-clack of her high heels as she stalked up to him alongside her cow-breasted bestie. It was, in short, the only word she would speak for the entire night.

Not that that would at all stop her from leaving an impression. Just like she was leaving one right the fuck now.

The girl, slightly taller than Mai and just as buxom, wore her red bangs long enough to conceal her eyes, complemented further by long, flowing twin tails. But any feelings concealed by her cut were immediately communicated by her body as she wiggled on forwards. She waved to him impishly, causing those full, glorious tits to sway in an exaggerated, dreamlike manner.

She’d come out with a club-slut chic to rival Mai’s trailer trash look, in a charming microdress and jacket combo... and while the pink, fur-lined jacket did its job as a cute accessory, the dress absolutely did not, looking more like the remains of a minidress, and designed by someone who had no goal of actually covering anything by that.

Laces. The girl was wearing more lace than actual clothing.

What had started as a lace-up dress had been reduced down to the absolute minimum amount of fabric to pass, becoming a skintight, sleek and shiny crime against decency in the process. Only held together by a pair of thin, crisscrossing laces, it looked ready to burst apart at any moment, and just like Mai’s outfit would also release a massive pair of wobbling, milky megatits - and their hardened, half-exposed nipples - in the process. The glint of metal studded piercings just accentuated the package, drawing the viewer's eyes directly to the owner's milk nozzles like they were teasing and begging someone to play with them.

Kenta stared at her chest for an inordinate amount of time. Then, finally, he let his eyes trail down.

Down, slowly, following the trails of those tight, tight laces, he reached her toned, washboard abs, with not an ounce of fat to be seen, and finally reached the plump swell of her bare, juicy mound. A pussy just begging to have a fat cock tucked inside, by the man she saw most suitable for the task.

Him.

It was just about in plain sight, too, his view only obstructed by the single lace at the bottom of the dress, also the only thing holding the whole garment together. Changing his viewing angle even slightly gave him a totally unrestricted view... not that he even needed to see it, really. After all, he could already see the long strand of bitch-juices dripping down between her legs to spatter at the ground by her ankle-breaking high heels.

Kenta swallowed the lump in his throat and tried his best to yank his gaze away from the view before he got called out on it. Waving back, he took a step forward and tried to quell the hardon he was feeling grow in his pants.

"Hey, Mai, good to see you made it. And uh..." He glanced between the two bombshells, not entirely sure how to proceed. "Who's your friend?"

She answered by pressing into his left-hand side immediately. Her tiny shirt, more a belt across her tits, immediately caught on Kenta's shoulder and slid up to her neck so she was pushing two massive, bare breasts against him. She just did not care as her tits spilled across his body, trapping his arm and engulfing his shoulder, both teacup-sized nipples and dinner plate-sized areola pointing off in random directions as dictated by their pressure against his body. Fuck it, her right nipple was even pointing directly at his face where his shoulder pushed it up, a steady trickle of milk bubbles beading on the tip.

"This is Shermie! She's, um, totally, like my bestie, I wouldn't go anywhere without her~ So when I told her what happened at school, she said was just dying to meet you!"

Then Shermie engulfed his other arm in an equally massive amount of heavy breed-me-into-oblivion titmeat, giggling, cooing, panting... doing everything but using her words. Did she not speak any Japanese? Or was she more like a wild animal than a civilized woman? As she gripped his arm and mashed her chest into his side, pressing forward until the lace criss-crosses were tight as could possibly be against her bursting tits, it definitely seemed to be the latter.

That dress really did look tight. So tight it got pulled outwards and her nipples fell into visibility through the barely-there, haphazard mesh of coverage. Her nipple piercings were big and steel, heavy, keeping her titties perky all the while. He'd been with them for only a minute and already both their racks were bare for his eyes.

Both girls thrust their asses back as they held onto Kenta so that he could see them wiggling away, each leaking proportional amounts of sticky fuck-juices down their thighs to puddle at their feet.

"What're we gonna see?" purred Mai.

See? See what? What did she mean? Kenta's mind went immediately blank as the two wombs with teen sex queens surrounding them pressed their bodies against him and his huge cuntwrecker of a cock screamed to be set free from the prison of his pants. His hands instinctively pressed into the girls' thick, wiggling asses and gripped down hard like he was claiming them as his own. He pulled them closer to his body.

Mai's bare, leaking nipple throbbed and pushed out another stream of white milk that rolled down the huge udder in front of Kenta's face. Without thinking, he latched his lips onto the presented nub, sucking and drinking directly from her tap in broad daylight... before realizing that molesting your student's fuckjugs with your tongue wasn't a standard greeting.

Regaining his senses, he let go of the nipple with a pop, swallowing the delicious nectar and looked around. It was hard to think with these two clinging to him and filling his brain with so much feminine scent as to overwhelm his system. Fuck. That's right, he was supposed to be watching a movie, wasn't he? As an apology for shoving his dick into Mai's tight little fuckhole in front of the whole class?

"S-sorry about that, your giant fucking cowtits kinda distracted me." What? That wasn't what he meant to say. Shaking his head and trying to regain a bit of sense, he looked between them again, squeezing their asses harder as he struggled to remember what he was doing. "I dunno... what do you wanna see?"

The girls giggled and cooed, Mai's gasps soon chorusing with the musical tones Shermie had been uttering all along. When she felt his hand inside her barely-there jean shorts, gripping her fat PAWG rump, she wiggled appreciatively. Shermie’s only response was to sway, like she was moving to music only she could hear.

Now was the part where Mai was going to butter him up, or so she thought! Praise danced on her tongue, praise to make her new daddy’s dick get even harder: "Mm, they're big alright. Just look at all these big tits you've got allll over you~ And these big asses filling your hands! And - hey!"

She hadn’t gotten to finish before Shermie used her tongue too... but rather than teasing Kenta with words, she caught his tongue with her own. This harlot hadn't even introduced herself and she was already thrusting their mouths together, mashing her tits into his leather jacket so that two thick rivers of milk flowed down his side. She moaned and extended her tongue, flicking it back and forth against his insistently.

“Guh! Mmm! Shermie!” Mai whined, before... “Fine then!”

Not to be outdone, the kunoichi maiden pressed in too, sliding up against Kenta’s chest and going for his mouth as well. As she mashed her tits against him, she thrust her tongue into the space where Kenta and Shermie's lips were connected and tried her best to prise Kenta away for a kiss of her own... only to be sabotaged as Shermie suddenly broke off kissing Kenta for a steamy makeout with Mai instead! She took all the saliva she and Kenta had just been swapping back and forth and shoveled it into Mai's mouth, making the teen bitch moan in appreciation. Mai’s thighs spasmed and she started orgasming, the crotch of her jean shorts soaking, turning dark. Then the pressure on their chests as they mashed them together through their kiss released four streams of milk all at once, soaking the pair in each other's lactate...

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Who fucking knew how they even got into the movie theatre. The next few minutes were a daze, but somehow Kenta found himself sitting in the back, in the dark. There was a movie on the screen, and a girl on either side: Mai on his left and Shermie on his right.

Neither had made any effort to cover up.

And it sure didn’t matter whatever film was on the screen, either. The only show Kenta was willing to watch was the two pairs of wobbling, leaking tits on either side of him. His breath was heavy as he wrapped his arms around both of his girls and mashed his hands into the bare flesh of their chests, sending streams of milk splashing against the seats in front of him as well as the theater floor.

His bulge throbbed and jerked in his pants, once again urging to be set free. The heat radiating off of the barely contained monster reached Shermie's hand as she pressed her palm down into it. She blatantly ran her fingers over the outline of his restricted fuckstick as lovingly as he did to her breast.

A slight jingling sound caught his attention and he looked away from her titmeat long enough to see her hand daintily grasping his zipper. Slowly, agonizingly, Shermie dragged it down, with a smile on her lips all the while.

It didn't take long for Kenta’s cock to force its way out - it was heavy enough that once the zipper was half down it did all the rest on its own, and Shermie gasped as it sprung out of his jeans. It came firing too, making her purr as his cock slung copious amounts of his precum upward, blasting her hand and Mai’s cheek as the massive fucking bitchbreaker pulsed in the cool theater air, fully erect and giving off so much heat as to be felt by the girls sitting next to him.

Kenta only swallowed and panted, mind completely gone as he gave the girls yet another squeeze, the muscles in his powerful arms tensing up and causing yet another spray of lactation in his white-knuckled grip.

It was another miraculous event, something so shockingly immoral that Kenta would catch himself wondering if it was really happening... but that was just how these two were. Mai had already thoroughly outed herself as a size queen and a pervert who was interested in his cock to an outrageous degree, and this Shermie girl somehow managed to be even worse. Despite obviously not being mute, she didn't speak beyond the bare minimum and mostly just sang, hummed and made cute animal-like sounds and let her body do the talking for the rest of it.

And right now her body was saying it liked his penis a lot. Both of them were.

Both girls reached out and down, wrapping a hand around the swell of Kenta's upthrust penis. Slowly, but surely, Mai and Shermie squeezed and jerked his bull-dick off, idly watching the movie as they went. Mai sipped her soda and Shermie ate a handful of popcorn, but then she licked the butter right off her fingers and went back to jacking his dick intently with that powerful bicep of hers. When he squirted and soaked her hand, she licked it off just as readily as the butter.

Mai tilted her soda cup with a purr and grasped Kenta's cock. Shermie watched, laughing and clapping her hands, as Mai stuck Kenta's cock in the open cup and stirred her drink with it, sighing happily as white pearly liquid began to flow into her cup, permeating her soda... She took a few sips and curled her lips, then leaned over to place his cock in her mouth and suck the sticky droplets off of him. She held her lips tightly as she drew back up again, so that a loud, exaggerated pop filled the air.

... Not that Kenta noticed. Sure, Mai’s display was possessed of a level of filthiness unsurpassed just about anywhere, but he had bigger concerns right then: namely two big, round heavy ones hanging most meatily off Shermie’s chest! The teasing redhead had been struck by a whim to wrestle his face down into the depths of her rack and now she clearly had no intentions of letting him up.

With his vision completely obscured by huge, soft udder, face pressed into the taut laces of her dress, Kenta could only moan and dig even deeper... He groped at her chest, asking the sex bomb what she wanted him to do down there, but Shermie only giggled and laughed and bounced him about... until her new daddy-lover finally got the hint and began diligently suck, chew and slurp one of her massive nipples until a steady flow of milk got going into his mouth. He swallowed and swallowed, drinking Shermie's milk as he bit down on her throbbing nipple, cock pulsing and shooting all over Mai’s body all the while.

If it wasn’t one, it was the other... These two were just two much to handle~

Thankfully, Kenta just happened to have the perfect bitch-tamer right between his legs, and right now it was standing up fiercely between his legs, poking the air with insistence that he fuck and breed these two whores straight into total submission. Fucking Mai earlier had given him a very brief taste of Heaven, but today had been set aside for the purpose of prolonging that taste... and there was no time like the present.

And Shermie, too! Having these bitches slutting around all over him had him in heat, and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d hammered both of them into sticky puddles of submission, swimming in a mixture of male and female hormones.

He grabbed the kunoichi bitch on his left and yanked her out of her seat. With one hand still grasping Shermie's chest, he grabbed Mai’s crotch with the other and ripped her flimsy little cuntbiter shorts clean open, leaving behind nothing more than a tiny jean loincloth that left her pink, swollen pussy utterly unguarded.

Gripping onto the back of her destroyed cuntfloss shorts, Kenta yanked Mai back down, this time onto his lap and sank the entirety of his cock right into the girl's wet slot until her fat fucking ass clapped down onto his thighs, hiding his rigid fuckstick inside tight, teenage cockslot.

Mai stifled a cry, gasping over and over. The big, sturdy-bodied ninja bitch had been taken completely by surprise, manhandled onto a dick so suddenly it took her breath away.

He whispered a lame excuse: "Didn't wanna get the theater dirty. Hope you don't mi - nnnnhhh!"

His efforts to keep things light and teasing failed as Mai tightened up around him, giving him that gaping, crazed-eyed yandere look, and it was exactly the thing to make him start cumming. He’d been already close, but Mai pushed him over the edge, so he was basically shooting from within five seconds of slipping up her twat. Kenta pumped an obscene amount of seed into exactly where it belonged, cock spasming into her cunt and making her climax all over again.

Of course she cried out. How could she be expected to stay quiet in the movie theatre while Kenta treated her like the fuckdoll she so fantasized of being?

Kenta did his best to stifle her, naturally, popping his mouth free from Shermie's nipple buffet to grab a piece of popcorn and slip it, and most of his hand, into her wide-open, panting mouth. The rough treatment made her climax all over again.

She was going to scream. She was definitely going to scream and give them away, even as Kenta had little success shushing her.

Thankfully, Shermie noticed in time. She suddenly caught the back of Kenta's head, shoving him forwards into another kiss, stifling Mai at just the right time as Shermie held their heads together, fingers stroking and scratching both of them affectionately, tangling in their hair as their tongues intertwined. She giggled, then turned them both towards her in one smooth motion and shared a sloppy, tasty threeway kiss. The first of many, to be sure. "Mhhaaaah..."

"Ooouhh... Mmh, fuck," moaned Mai. "Such a manly load... It's filling me up... Mmh, I lost completely~" Then, as she slid off Kenta’s shaft Mai grasped her cunt, squeezing it. He realized she was trying to keep it all deep inside, as if the thought of his cum dripping out of her upset her.

Mai rolled back to her seat and slid down the cushion, raising her legs to throw her ankles over the movie seat in front of her. She fingered her pussy, smiling up at him like he was the most wonderful person in the world.

Then, Shermie, getting impatient, got up from her seat. She wiggled her ass at him teasingly, letting him feel it... then suddenly sat down heavily on his lap, putting that donk to work. She pressed back into Kenta, forcing his hips forwards so that his meaty, long cock rose up between her thighs, and made a look of pure happiness down at it, fingers tangled together, eyes (what could be seen of them!) sparkling. She slowly but surely pressed her thighs together, squeezing them in a vice-tight grip around his fat throbber, and then tightened her thigh-grip in the most delicious way, squeeeeeeezing his cock as hard as she possibly could. She started raising and lowering her thighs, immediately working her dress up to her hips and leaving her lower body naked as she thighfucked his massive cock still slick with Mai's cunt juices. "Hora, hora!"

Splurt, splurt, splurt. Every time Shermies thighs lifted up, it pumped out a shot of white which geysered up and came splattering down onto her slick, bare thighs wrapped around Kenta's cock, eventually forming a pool which slid down her long toned legs. His eyes rolled back into his head and his hips began jerking as he kept painting the mysterious girl white. Fuck, these girls were relentless.

Eventually, his toned body took control, allowing him to thrust his hips up to meet Shermie's thighs, fucking her in earnest with one hand wrapped around her chest, yanking on one of her piercings.

Kenta slipped his free hand down to her bare, slick pussy and pressed a finger into the fat, swollen nub of her clit, thrumming the button and trying his best to keep up even as her cunt dripped juices all up and down his throbbing rod. It was almost a shame for this girl to not be on her back and completely full of cum every hour of the day.

Leaning back, he wrapped his arms around Shermie, keeping her pulled flush to his chest as he fucked her thighs, all the better to appreciate her lace-crossed cowtits bouncing up and down. And as if they weren’t slapping loudly on her chest enough already, the constant ropes of cum hosing them down got her rack slick and dripping so that those slaps soon became slippery, sloppy thuds with plenty of squish and splatter. They were making such a mess, with no end in sight! He coated the wild slut's chest just as he did her legs, practically marking her as his woman... they hadn’t even had a conversation yet!

Another massive, geysering explosion of semen followed, along with another orgasm by a heavy-breasted bitch made to fuck herself silly on Kenta's cock. And yet his dick didn't go down at all, and neither were the girl's lusts sated. Somehow it was like all three were on fire, and even as her twitching pussy carried her through her orgasm, Shermie was already kissing him on the face and cheek again.

"Fuck, Mai.... I think your friend was born just to please cock or something."

"Oh, but she was, stud... We both were~ Just look at... these!"

Mai grasped her top and tossed it aside, saying goodbye to any coverage of her chest whatsoever. She thrust her hands in the air provocatively, drawing attention to her heaving udders as she swung them from side to side, making loud, heavenly claps and slaps ring out as they wobbled drunkenly on her chest. They moved so heavily, but had so much spring at the same time, and every impact made her nipples shake for long, long seconds afterwards. Beside her, Shermie grinned as she squeezed and mashed her own fat rack with her blood red fingernails, sticking her tongue out at him as she played with herself.
There was only one way for this to end. Both girls dropped their heavy tits on one of his knees each, zeroing in on his upthrust cock. Mai and Shermie smashed their melons together around Kenta's cock, stiff nipples jousting as they trapped him, squishing him into a marshmallow-y heaven. Other girls in the theatre watched and masturbated as even Kenta's monster cock was in danger of being engulfed completely in so much titty, only the head able to just barely poke out in the end.

"He's really poking out the top... No guy's ever done that with our double paizuri before! K - Kenta!"

Mai and Shermie started wringing him out, holding their breasts and riding them up and down his shaft, taking turns sucking on his throbbing head when they weren't just sticking their tongues out to catch the semen firing from the tip. They squirted all over the floor again and again like animals, all while their flowing titmilk formed a puddle in their cleavage, bathing his dick in a constant, million dollar flow. They were waiting to be fed more semen... before he either ran out or they got banned from the theatre for life.

Fucking the slutty pair's chest was basically Heaven. Kenta just bit his bottom lip and tried to weather it as best he could, and did his best to dish some of that overwhelming pleasure back at them by gripping their bare, swollen cunts and shoving fingers in and out of their hot, eager holes. They squealed, twitched, thrust down and worshiped, such that anyone in the theatre who looked over would see two devoted acolytes working at their altar: a donkey donkey cock pumping and pumping, surrounded by big fat tits that wobbled and shook.

Unable to say words at this point, the only sound that came out of his mouth was wild grunting as he thrust with brainless abandon. It didn't even register that it was probably not a good idea to be doing this sort of breeding activity in public with onlookers - the only thing on his mind was fucking as much of his two pieces of sexmeat like a caveman and the more people that saw him claim the fertile teens as his own, the better.

With yet another orgasm, a fountain of thick and potent seed erupted and coated the mashed-together jugs around his tool. It felt like he’d never stopped cumming, he didn’t want to stop cumming... he just wanted to paint these sluts as white as he could, and with enough sperm to make them pregnant just by touch.

Slipping his fingers out of their snatches, he grabbed both of them by the back of the head and mashed their faces downward and into the direct stream of his firehose, spraying and coating these mindless sluts as they pressed their lips together, moaning and slurping up as much of his manly essence as they could.

It was supposed to have been just a movie date. But it ended up being anything but. It was like the sensation of sexual excess bordering on madness Shermie brought with her was infectious, swiftly spreading to Kenta and Mai, as if they'd even needed the encouragement.

---

Their little date soon spiralled out of control, what had been supposed to be a movie and maybe a meal turning into a breeding and fucking marathon like no other, where the trio's sweat-soaked bodies mashed together again and again. The girls were as free with each other as they were with Kenta, finding almost as much pleasure in fucking each other as they did him.

Moments flashed by: grabbing a meal at some fast food restaurant while Mai jacked him off at the counter and Shermie tongue-fucked him. Catching a train with his pants around his ankles and the girls busily slurp-sucking away down there.

And finally, finding a hotel to spend the night, even as thoughts of getting to the Academy in the morning fell completely by the wayside.

Kenta had lost count of how many times he'd cum for the pair, but it must be closing in on 20 or more... Almost completely nude now, all three of them had huddled in the hotel lobby basically stark naked with their only remaining article of clothing - Kenta's jacket - trying to do a job of covering all three of them. Only Shermie had been bold enough to walk right up to the counter with her hands on her hips, whereupon she slapped down the money and blew a sperm-soaked kiss to the man behind the counter. With key in hand she headed for the elevator, inviting Kenta and Mai to follow... where they started up fucking each other again before the doors were even shut.

It was now around 2 in the morning... Mai had passed out long ago, and Kenta and Shermie were having their last tryst of the night. And what better way to round it out than a full nelson fuck with Shermie held completely off the ground in Kenta's strong, muscular arms?

Kenta held Shermie's legs behind her head with his treetrunk arms as he pistonfucked his new fuckslut on the balcony of their hotel room. The cool night air breezed past his permanently hard performance hot-rod stallion cock as it pumped litre after litre of baby batter into the cum-covered living fleshlight singing moans with every bounce.

Cum waterfalled down his legs and splashed out over the railing along with twin geysers of milk from huge, shiny, sweat-covered tits as they hit against her body with meaty slaps that almost rivaled the smack of his huge, full nuts slapping against her tight, reddened little twat.

Kenta couldn't care less who saw him at that point. All of Tokyo probably knew what his monsterdick looked like by now, but none of it mattered at all as he lost more of himself each time Shermie's womb sucked and kissed on the tip of his dick while it swallowed yet another pump of seed.

He completely lost just how long that he was out there pumpfucking the whore, but eventually his balls drained and he stumbled backwards and into the bedroom. Letting her fall onto the bed, his cock finally slipped out of her with a wet sound and a torrent of white. It still stood, spurt after spurt splashing against her tits as he stared down at her, panting and covered in sweat and juices.

Woozily, he collapsed between his women, grabbing hold of handfuls of tits like his monkey brain was claiming them as his own even as he wearily sunk into bed.

What a day. Hopefully he could make up this little social faux-pas to Mai later.

... Especially for waking up before her and pumping yet another load into her teenage cunt before she had a chance to realize.

Episode 5: The Big Infodump

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Kenta figured he should at least say something to Cozy. Even if he could tell, trying to talk to her would probably just end in disaster.

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Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Cozy Glow

<Kenta> I hope you don't mind me saying, but...
<Kenta> I never expected a teammate like you.
<Kenta> Though that's not a bad thing.
<Kenta> Anyway, thank you for the help out there.

<Cozy> Ooooh, secret teammate whispers~
<Cozy> Lucky me! I thought you'd only call me up next time you needed a cutie fucktoy to dump a big load in!
<Cozy> Ohhh, or is that what you're doing now...?

<Kenta> Wh- I...
<Kenta> You really know how to throw me for a loop...
<Kenta> Look I just kinda
<Kenta> Figured I should, you know, say something. Like 'good job' or 'thanks for having our backs'
<Kenta> Especially after I just banged you within an inch of her life
<Kenta> You're a lot more uh
<Kenta> Blatant. Than I thought.

<Cozy> Dat's funny... And I thought this all started because you were shoving an ewect cock in my face! Who's the blatant one here again~?
<Cozy> Heeheehee... Putting a dick in front of an innocent girl and making her sniff it until she drips, what did you think was gonna happen?

<Kenta> I’m pretty sure that’s not exactly how it went, but...
<Kenta> Wait, was it? Who started things again...?
<Kenta> Anyway that's not what I meant at all!
<Kenta> Just that you doing what you did out there was impressive.

<Cozy> Mmm... But you know, Ms. Swan seemed to think I weally was firing at you earlier...
<Cozy> It's scawy! I don't want to get taken off the team just because of her misunderstanding...
<Cozy> Oh! She listens to you! Could you talk to her for me and assure her I was doing the right thing? I'd be sooooooooo gwateful!

Director Swan said that? That's weird. It's true that ATHENA did say that there was something shooting at the Rakuraizer, but that just seemed absurd.
<Kenta> That can't be right
<Kenta> Director Swan's usually been pretty good about knowing these things...
<Kenta> Though she has been working really hard for everyone

<Cozy> If she listens to some dumb machine instead of me... I'll never be able to have fun playtime with you and Sunset ever again
<Cozy> And I was hoping I'd at least get to show you some fun lingerie before I had to go...
<Cozy> Oooh, I'm so bad. All I can think about in a time of cwisis like now is how I won't be able to put daddy's huge, thick, adult cock in my sweet kitty anymore... and how vewy, vewy sad that would make me!
<Cozy> I know I should be thinking about how I wouldn't be able to fight for everyone's sakes if I got kicked off the team and important stuff like that... but knowing I can't be my daddy's widdle semen dump for him to drain his balls into day-in, day-out... Oooh! That would be such a shame!

Cozy wondered if she should throw in a few selfies to brainwash this horny pervert a little more, but she figured that might be laying it on a little too thick. By anyone else's estimation, she'd already gone past that point long ago.

<Cozy> I just want to be together with my fwiends, so please tell her I would NEVER DO ANYTHING BAD EVER

<Kenta> God, talking to you is like a rollercoaster.

<Cozy> Because of all the ups and downs? You wike innocent one second and lewdest shit ever the other, wight~?

<Kenta> Y
<Kenta> Yeah. Kinda.
<Kenta> Look, I'll try to bring it up, but uh
<Kenta> You don't have to do
<Kenta> ...uh... any of that

<Cozy> Are you sure? It gets extra tight when I know someone is twusting me with their life unconditionally~

<Kenta> You’re gonna kill me.

<Cozy> Yay! I knew I could trust you!

---

Kenta set his phone down, sighing.

Then... he picked it back up.

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Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Swan White

<Kenta> Hey, Director.
<Kenta> Did you ever find anything out about what ATHENA was talking about?
<Kenta> Like when it said there was some kind of attack on the Rakuraizer?

<Swan White> Oh, Kenta!
<Swan White> I think... you might be the only one who can get through to ATHENA! All our conventional methods have failed.
<Swan White> Maybe you just need to spend some more time with her? Do you want access to the cockpit now?

<Kenta> It'd be nice to try. Maybe she'd have some sort of answer or something.
<Kenta> Cozy was saying something wild about that. I'm not sure what to make of it all.

<Swan White> Okay, you have access!
<Swan White> This better not be a trick to sneak a girl in there, though! I wasn't serious about letting you hump ladies all over the base, we still need to keep things clean and tidy!
<Swan White> Roll told me she detected traces of semen in one of the women's bathrooms... Anything to report about that?!

<Kenta> UHH haha! Uh! No! Nope! Haha, nothing to report, ma'am!
<Kenta> Only that maybe whoever did it might have just been a bit pent up and they might regret it so
<Kenta> If you find them go easy on them???????
<Kenta> Not that I know who they are or anything

<Swan White> Hmm...
<Swan White> Goodness, I don't know how you men do it... Making all that stuff and shooting it everywhere all the time...
<Swan White> It must be part of what makes you so hot-blooded!

Swan was just adorable sometimes.
<Kenta> Haha, I don't know about all that but
<Kenta> It does get everywhere a lot.
<Kenta> At least you girls don't have to deal with that
<Kenta> You're always so collected, it's inspiring!

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Great. He could go check on ATHENA. He’d go do that right now.

---

With the way to Rakuraizer open, Kenta passed out of the dark and into the glowing light of the enormous armoured mechanical being's cockpit. Banks of monitors, and the large central computer housing ATHENA, hummed and beeped around him forming a constant, endless background filter.

His face glowed as it was bathed in the light of ATHENA's screen. The A.I. seemed as silent as ever... Just what had he been expecting to happen?

Well, it couldn't hurt to try a few things at the very least, and see if anything stuck.

Kenta flopped down into the Rakuraizer's seat, slumping down and resting the back of his head against the cushion. His jacket bunched up around his collar giving just a bit more padding as he stared out at the screens. The green and blue light washing over him was a bit warm. More soothing than one would expect of HUDs and UIs and all that other techy stuff that Kenta wasn't really great at.

He wasn't really sure how he was supposed to get in contact with ATHENA, so instead he figured he'd just... be there, in the cockpit, and just casually try talking.

"Yo, ATHENA." Kenta greeted the inside of the cockpit warmly. "Or uh... honestly I don't know if you even like being called that. Guess I never asked, so sorry about that."

His gaze moved to the ceiling, not really falling on anything in particular, just staring off into the middle distance with a smile.

"Thanks, by the way. Not just for moving me out of the way of danger that one time. Or helping to skate on the rails... but, you know..." Shrugging, he turned his head to motion to the whole interior "...all of this. Letting me be here and do all this."

"When I found the Rakuraizer, all I wanted was to just make sure a student of mine was safe from harm. Then when things started lighting up, I dunno. I guess I just. Saw an opportunity to protect the people I care about."

Kenta scratched the back of his head. "So... yeah. Thank you. For letting me do that. Both back then and now. I'll do my best to make sure I protect everyone that I can."

Chuckling, he added, "plus, if I don't, you can always slap me back on the right path, or just kick me out entirely, I guess."

There was a bit of a pregnant silence after that. Kenta felt a bit awkward, but he didn't really want to get up and leave. To be honest, he felt comfortable in the Rakuraizer. Maybe more than he probably should.

"I don't know what it was like for you.. to uh... to be buried under that school for as long as you were." Kenta sighed. "I guess it probably wasn't that fun just sitting there. Were you even awake? Um. Do you sleep?"

"That probably sounds dumb, I know, but... Man, I'm kinda just rambling."

Kenta was rambling, but it was kind of nice. It wasn’t like his brain wasn't already going through a continuous monologue. At least now there was a focus, and he could vocalize it. Even if ATHENA never talked, he figured he'd probably end up coming here a lot more just to vent. It felt calming.

But then something did happen.

Not immediately though. First Rakuraizer's A.I. just kept him waiting. Just like Kenta himself had said, it had done more than its own fair share of waiting over the last decade or so and now it seemed fine with keeping someone else on the hook.

But just as Kenta assumed he wasn’t going to get a response, the A.I. finally gave one, it's screen lighting up with words:

"You do not need to thank me."

"Giving you the power to save the life of your student is a small exchange for the burden that has been placed on you."

"The burden I have placed on you."

He could barely believe what he was reading. But no matter how long he stared, the glowing green letters on the screen did not change.

"One month from now... if nothing is done... this world will end. All life will wither, and die."

"... Unless the pilot of the Rakuraizer makes a terrible choice."

"Unless..."

"... You choose to end your own life."

Then, before Kenta could even think to formulate a reply inside his reeling mind, there was a hiss from inside the machine and a gush of escaping steam as something cracked open inside. A hatch came apart and the computer broke open, a lower compartment sliding forwards and into the light.

And he could never have been prepared for the thing he saw there. Amongst a tangle of twisted, mashed-together computer parts - looking like they'd all been dragged inwards... sat a Geomorph Control Crystal, mocking him with how little of the truth he truly understood.

Kenta froze. Stock-still, rooted to the Rakuraizer's seat like he was a part of the machine itself, his large, confused eyes remained transfixed on the impossible sight before him. His mouth hung slightly open, petrified in place. There were words that he should have been saying, but they were all bunched up at the top of his throat and nothing was able to get through. So there he sat for an eternity while his mind shuffled and cycled, a gordian knot balled up and presented to be untangled.

Wasn't this what he was supposed to be fighting against? Was this ATHENA? Was this where the information on the Geomorphs came from back during the train incident? Does this mean that ATHENA is a Geomorph? Wait, but if it's a Geomorph, isn't there supposed to be a catalyst? All of these parts look drawn in... how can this be possible? Why could HE pilot it, then?

ATHENA had said that he would have to die. No. End his own life or the world will wither and die. How could this have happened? How many people actually knew?

Did the Director know...?

Did Sunset know...?

...

Why didn't this make him upset? That particular revelation should have made him angry, right? Sad? He’d just been told he was going to die, but no matter how much Kenta sat there and thought about that fact, he couldn't bring himself to project an emotion.

---

Kenta remembered his father.

Thinking about it felt like... memories of a different life, one he'd lived long ago. It might as well have been like watching things happening to someone else, but all he had to do was look down and see those scars on his own body.

Kenta was a teacher. That was the person he saw himself as now, the ideal that he considered himself inseparable from. He was happy as a teacher.

But in that past life... If he really concentrated on peeling away the 'teacher' from his soul, there was something just a little bit beneath the surface, lurking, peeking out.

As he sat there in Rakuraizer's cockpit in the dark, Kenta was almost swept away by a flood of memories.

He had once been a martial artist. The inheritor of the Tadashii School of Martial Arts, and a natural savant with strong combat instincts. He would have excelled, and in doing so he would have brought his school prestige and attention like no previous master ever had. That had been his dream, and he had burned with it almost pridefully. Every battle felt like it brought him closer to celebrity, and to a fame he rightly deserved.

But then, one day, the fight. Shouting heard all across the dojo, Kenta stuffed into a closet out of sight.

Then, a bloodstained gi. A door closed.

Kenta went from being a martial artist... to someone who did not know what his purpose was any longer almost overnight. The door to his dream had been closed and he simply felt numbness. The instincts and combat prowess he had developed took a back seat, as if moving into the recesses of his mind. The rising star of the circuit disappeared from the scene.

He drifted for a year or two before an epiphany came to him. There was no great revelation, of course, just the thought that while his door had closed... plenty of other people were still finding their way in life. Plenty of other doors were still open, to plenty of other people.

Nothing was more important than helping others find their way to those opportunities. So for Kenta, it no longer mattered what had happened to him, or would happen. The bright red flame that had burned in his head now glowed a duller, but no less determined blue as he hardened his heart and turned to face a new direction.

He would make sure nobody else had to endure what he had suffered through.

His teacherly concern for others, and the cold hard core of a martial artist, combined in his mind at this moment, as ATHENA's terrible choice was placed before him. This was simply... a revival.

The door that had closed had opened just a crack for him.

Dying for others was supposed to scare him? Kenta had done nothing but burn the wick of his life for others, and would have continued to do so regardless! Until the day he was finally laid to rest, he would have done nothing but thrown himself into that fight over and over and over, for the girls of Bakunyuu Academy!

All this choice had done... was to remind him of the pact he'd sworn with his father, and two martial artists who had once faced all enemies with nothing but resolution and determination.

---

The choice just felt obvious. It didn't even bear thinking about. He wasn't even good with numbers but even he could understand the odds. Even if it just saved one person, then Kenta would have done it.

Someone like Rose deserved to be saved, no matter the cost.

The words remained on the screen and Kenta finally tore his gaze up from the crystal to look back up at them.

Eventually, Kenta spoke up, his voice coming out slightly hoarse and quiet.

"...Are you okay?"

The machine hummed again. "How strange. Even having been told your fate, you still have time to worry about others."

Even when Kenta laughed this comment off, the A.I. still seemed slow to respond.

"Such a question is irrelevant to a machine. We are merely a tool, created to carry out our goal. And once it is complete, we will finally rest."

"As a consciousness created through Geomorph science, we formed a part of their intelligence network. Ten long years in the ground allowed the messages to be understood, radio waves pulled apart, transliterated to ones-and-zeroes."

"But it is much work. Receiving infinite data on infinite channels, a million heavily encrypted feeds all require deciphering at once. It goes far beyond operating procedures."

"After ten years of decryption and processing, there exists a possibility of wearing down, damage, breakage. Therefore, the new parameter for continued safe operation must be... silence."

It sounded like ATHENA knew everything the Geomorphs were thinking, even if the sheer amount of data made it impossible to translate it all into terms understandable by humans, somewhat like a man scooping water out of a river as it flowed past him.

So why be coy suddenly? If she had a plan to stop the Geomorphs, why not just say so?

Kenta furrowed his brow in concern. "So you're staying silent because after ten years, you're breaking down...?"

This was a lot to take in. More than a lot. He still had no real idea what to do or how best to proceed. What in the world should he be asking?

"Does that mean you were created by the Geomorphs and used by them for recon? Or created here, at MG? Or... uh, I guess both?"

"Wait, 'we'?" Kenta looked a bit confused and scratched the back of his head. "Do you mean there's more than one of you in there? Or is that the uh... the royal 'we'?"

"This must be confusing for you. You have our sincerest apologies."

"Allow us to answer all your questions at once... with a question of our own: why do you think it is... that the Geomorph Empire forces encountered so far have only bound their control crystals to lower life-forms, rather than humans?"

Kenta crossed his arms and looked back down at the open hatch with the control crystal. After thinking for a minute, he looked back up at the screen. "I dunno... Uh... Are humans too complicated?"

"In a manner of speaking... yes. The decision to fuse a Control Crystal with a human was the mistake that, ultimately, brought an end to the conflict between our races ten years ago."

"That human... and many others... now resides before you. We are that existence, the A.I. ATHENA. The point where human and Geomorph technology intersect."

Kenta was silent, just trying to process what he was hearing, and waiting for the A.I. to continue. But it was unexpectedly silent for some time. When it spoke again, he imagined he could feel the nervousness and hesitation pouring out of it.

"Our understanding of control crystals is far from complete, but one thing is obvious: they fuse with a consciousness, which then directs the flow of materials around itself via the forced growth of a new series of neurological channels and processes, the 'blueprints' for which are fed in from a larger network. We call this information source the Geomorph Consciousness."

"In other words, a loaned form of what is commonly known as 'psychic powers'."

"Animals like the mantis, dog, fish... follow their instincts and fight. Some are able to follow orders. But humans alone are able to interpret the data, alter it, even feed back their own signals to the Consciousness."

"If one speaks the language, as we do."

"This must be a lot to take in all at once... Just know this: humans, wielding a Control Crystal, once stood against the leader of the Space Invasion Forces, and created the channel that caused a global shutdown of the Geomorph Consciousness. This destroyed their bodies, and the 'battery' used by them, a powerful robotic engine known as the Rakuraizer."

"Those heroes willingly traded their lives for the cessation of hostilities."

"That Control Crystal... was this one.”

“It is now fused to Rakuraizer’s battery. The consciousness that formed inside of it... appeared after those humans lost their lives. Much like the mantis created a body of wood, or the dog its metallic form, 'something' inside the crystal built the A.I. ATHENA."

"We, ATHENA, were sealed underground out of a fear of contamination, where we have spent the last ten years searching for a way to interpret the flow of Geomorph data, and uncover the secret to building a new type of body: a liberating body, made of flesh and blood. But our time... is up. The Consciousness has recovered from its damage."

It was really hard for Kenta to take all of this in. It just felt so sad to him that these people lost their lives in an effort to defend the world, but instead all it granted them was ten years. They deserved better.

Something Athena had said to him floated back up to the top of his mind. His blood froze and his breathing stopped.

"...Is Athena's mother in there...?" Kenta's voice was suddenly more somber.

"At this time, insufficient data exists to answer that question with 100% certainty. But there is a high possibility.”

"Well. If she is. I just want to say that Metis' daughter is doing well. She is a bright, beautiful young lady."

Little pieces and fragments of information came together in Kenta's mind. He still didn't understand a lot of it, but he figured that it would come in time. Too bad that time wasn't exactly something they had in spades.

"So you said that I'd have to give my life, right?" Kenta said it so casually. "Is it to uh... repeat what happened? To take that psychic thing out again?"

"To connect two control crystals, there must be two things."

"First, a battery. This machine we are fused into."

"Second, a conduit. A mind capable of receiving, interpreting and ultimately rewriting the data contained in the Consciousness. The list of humans capable of this... is short."

The screen suddenly flashes to display two lists.

The first takes Kenta by surprise. He's not sure what he's reading at first, until the name 'Metis Cykes' flashes by. Then he realizes: it's a rundown of everyone who lost their lives in the fighting ten years ago.

But if the first list sent him reeling, the second is a gut punch that leaves him gasping and doubled-over. The humans strong enough to read the data of the Consciousness without being immediately overwhelmed and destroyed only came in at a little under 30 names. Names he recognizes immediately!

"If not you, any of them will be able to take your place."

How could he not know these names almost as well as his own? It's the same roll call he reads to his class every morning.

While reading the list Kenta's hands gripped the Rakuraizer's controls without realizing it, his grip tight as he slowly moved from name to name. Director Swan had said that all of the girls at Bakunyuu were 'candidates'. Thinking about having to sacrifice these young girls before they even had a proper chance at life made him angry beyond belief.

"No. Absolutely not. I swore to protect those girls, so if I can take their place then I'm not going to hesitate. My life isn't that important compared to theirs."

Kenta almost bit his tongue. "How many years did everyone plan to buy through doing this? If your plan was to use those girls, are they worth sacrificing for just another ten years? Sure, you can use me this time, but what happens ten years later? There has to be a better way of doing it."

The A.I. was fast to answer this time: "Such cruelty would benefit no-one. An endlessly-perpetuating system is not desired by any party involved."

"We have spent ten years translating languages, unraveling ciphers. Our grasp on Geomorph language is stronger than ever. A weapon has been prepared... a virus."

"Our previous retaliation was nothing more than blind flailing in the dark. This new attempt is the culmination of our great intellect's work. A program that will permanently fracture the Consciousness, irreparably.

"After that... the fighting will be over. That is what we desire, and have been preparing for, for the sake of all humanity."

Kenta breathed a sigh of relief. Good. No one else would have to get hurt. But...

"A virus." He pondered. "So... what's going to happen to you when this goes off?"

"A tool should be used for its purpose. Once that purpose is complete, the tool is no longer necessary."

"As we are part Geomorph - and the virus will destroy all things Geomorph - destruction... is likely."

Shaking his head, Kenta had to disagree.

"You have your own thoughts, right? That doesn't sound like something that should happen. Like hell you should have to sacrifice yourself, too. Didn't you say that you wanted to make yourself a new body? You obviously want to survive."

"What about," he brainstormed, "if we just break the crystal? Breaking it released the animals from all the other times we did it, right? Maybe if we time it right..."

"It's possible that with access to Mighty Guard databases, an alternate solution could be researched. However, this path of action was forbidden to us for fear of contamination."

"If you truly feel this way, argue our case with the new Director. Maybe you can convince her, where we failed with her predecessor."

"Trust me, I have a lot I want to talk about with the Director, now." Kenta punched his palm. He wasn't going to just sit by and let anyone down as long as he was able to do something about it. Being in MG meant that he had access to the ability to do as much good as he possibly could.

"Then continue fighting your battles. Each defeat of an enemy brings us closer to the truth."

"I'm not smart, ATHENA, but I know some girls who are."

"So do we," the machine answered mysteriously.

On that note, the mysterious A.I. seemed to have finally reached its limit as far as processing power went. It seemed eager to return to its calculations and preparations for the coming conflicts.

---

Kenta continued to sit in the Rakuraizer's cockpit for a bit after ATHENA stopped communicating. Having all of that information dumped into his lap at once was overwhelming, and he felt like he had just gotten done fighting 21 all over again. 'Exhausting' was putting it lightly.

Pulling out his phone, Kenta texted the Director. He mentally chastised himself as he did it: he didn't want to wake up Swan, but this was important. Time was of the essence, and it really wasn't something that he felt like he could just share with anyone else at the moment. He'd probably talk to Athena and Twilight eventually, but for now...

He didn't know exactly how much he would be able to say over a line like this, so he figured he should play it a bit safe and say as little as possible.

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Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Swan White

<Kenta> I think we probably need to talk.

<Swan White> Kenta...
<Swan White> What time is it...?
<Swan White> What could possibly need discussing at 2 in the morning...?

<Kenta> A lot. Sorry about this, but it's probably better to talk face to face.
<Kenta> And uh... Maybe at another location?

<Swan White> Well... Alright. But I've gone home for the day. Would you like to come to my apartment?

<Kenta> I guess that's fine.
<Kenta> Thanks for putting up with this, but I'm just sure you'd want to hear about it first.

<Swan White> I'm sure it's important...
<Swan White> I'll put some coffee on~

<Kenta> Thanks. I'll be there as soon as I can.

---

It was only once Swan mentioned the time that he realized just how long he’d spent talking to ATHENA. Cupping his hand over his face, he sighed and looked back up at the now blank screen.

"Don't worry, ATHENA. We'll think of something."

Kenta stood up, straightened out his jacket, and climbed out of the cockpit to leave for the Director's apartment. As he walked across the metal pathway, his thoughts returned to everything that ATHENA said. The sounds of his shoes hitting steel ringing like a clock ticking down the seconds remaining in his life.

Soon thereafter, Kenta found his way to Swan's apartment in the city. As you'd expect from a woman in her position, it was a classy neighbourhood right in the heart of the best part of town, lavishly-furnished in her tastes.

He knocked on the door, and waited.

Episode 5: Smut with Swan

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Swan met Kenta at the door in one of the most beautiful lingerie sets he'd ever laid eyes on in his life. He hadn’t been sure what to expect when the door opened, but it certainly wasn't this.

She wore a white, lace-trimmed bra and panties that covered as little of her middle as possible, with even the bra taking more of a swimsuit-style approach by strapping her breasts down, rather than providing anything silly and unnecessary like support. Of course it came with a matching set of elbow gloves, garters and stockings... and a slinky pair of high heels. She’d seen fit to drape a see-through robe over the top of it all as a nod to having a male guest over, but even then it just added to the lovely view of a blonde bimbo wonderfully presenting herself.

Typical bedwear for a girl who lived on her own. Totally.

Well, in Swan’s case, that was probably the truth actually. She was like a living barbie doll in more ways than one.

But still! Swan's body! He couldn't have anticipated her loveliness, and how inviting she looked with just a few bits and pieces hanging off her trim, toned, supermodel curves. Her bust was definitely in the upper end of all the girls he’d had, springy, hefty, gravity-defying, mashable, squeezable tits like proper melons should be, and all held up by a tiny waist on massive hips and legs that just went on and on, thick thighs tapering down to a ballet dancer's calves and feet. Someone must have been dreaming of an ideal when they came up with such a pornographic, athletic, sex-bomb body.

There was little any clothing could do to hide or restrain a woman's buxom figure if it really wanted to be seen, and these traffic-stopping curves were practically begging for eyes on them at all times. So he had some idea what he was getting into.

Swan gazed at him innocently, wide-eyed and doll-like, lips pursed, finger thoughtfully resting on her chin. Her other hand was busy adjusting all the outfit's numerous straps, where the battle between bulging female flesh and constraining outfit had turned more one-sided than she'd planned for.

"So... What is it you wanted to discuss?"

Obviously he didn’t reply at first, needing a moment just to collect himself. Director Swan was a treat for the eyes in every situation, but it was like everything good about her was being magnified. All of that white made her look like she was on her wedding night, too, which just made him think about all the things that a couple would be doing on that particular occasion.

But right now he needed to wipe all that from his mind. There was a way more important reason he was here, and things like that could come later.

It didn't stop him from looking her over once again, though.

"T-thanks for having me." Kenta graciously stepped into the fancy apartment as he tried to get his bearings. Taking a deep inhale to steady himself, he found the smell of fresh coffee making him salivate almost instantly, and quickly started edging towards the kitchen. He realized he hadn’t eaten since basically this afternoon.

“Can I just... Yeah, okay. Yeah. Great. Thankyou.”

Cup of coffee now firmly in hands, and with a muffin to go with it, Kenta spent a second just taking care of the fatigue flowing over him... He sat down at her kitchen table, a little amazed at just how soft the seat was. He figured everything of Swan's must be like this.

A few bites later he was able to focus on why he’d come here in the first place. Able to talk to the titty-goddess currently dabbing the crumbs on his chin with a handkerchief.

He figured he should just come right out and say it.

"... ATHENA talked to me."

"Oh... Oh my!" Swan gasped, placing her hand on her cheek, staring at him wide-eyed.

Swan took Kenta's hands in hers, wrapping him up in fingers all soft and girly and milky-white. She squeezed him comfortingly, seemingly instantly aware of how disturbed his encounter had left him. “Tell me all about it.”

“Alright...” As she kept the coffee coming, and opened a fresh pack of cigarettes, she encouraged him to explain what had happened.

Staring down into the black liquid, Kenta tried his best to collect his thoughts. This was probably going to be rough to get out.

"ATHENA explained to me..." Where in the world could he begin? The beginning was probably the best idea, but "...That in order to save the world from the Geomorphs, the pilot of the Rakuraizer would have to end their life."

He looked back up at the Director, eyes trailing back up her body. Maybe he was trying to procrastinate saying everything because it could sound accusatory. Maybe he just wanted to steal another peek at her.

"ATHENA also showed me what it actually was. And told me how that happened." With a sigh, Kenta shook his head. "I'm not exactly sure how much you already know, so I don't know how much I should be explaining, but it. Uh. She? She told me about how the students of Bakunyuu were going to be used. It makes me that much more glad that I was the one who fell in instead of one of the girls"

Swan looked taken aback. She didn't seem to understand what Kenta was referring to. When he explained, she looked even more shocked. It must be hard to accept someone would think she was willingly sending those girls to such an unpleasant fate.

"No! Kenta, you must believe me, I know nothing about... such a plan. ATHENA must have decided this on her own."

"It is true that we feared Rakuraizer could become a vector for giving the Geomorphs access to our mainframe, but... our plan has always been to fight the Geomorphs with conventional weapons, like G-Corona. That is why we gathered the girls! To be pilots...! Not for some... grisly other purpose."

She set her jaw firmly, peering at him over the top of her coffee cup. "I do not give you permission to sacrifice yourself in this way. Mighty Guard is much stronger now than it was then. We will defeat the Geomorphs fairly and nobly."

"This is too much risk, Kenta!"

She looked visibly shaken, most likely worried his trust in her had been damaged. And Kenta felt relieved to see it. So she hadn’t known about a plan to sacrifice the students either...

"ATHENA is wise...” she said, “But she doesn't truly understand how far we've come since ten years ago."

Kenta continued: "The way ATHENA explained it, there's only about a month. What did she call it... agh..."

Kenta wracked his brain trying to remember the term. "Geomorph Consciousness. It's what they use to control their crystals and make those monsters, like some kind of shared psychic thing, and now it's finished repairing. So it could be a repeat of what happened ten years ago."

Taking a quick drink of the bitter coffee, he let it warm him up and then calm him down.

"Thing is, these past ten years, ATHENA has been deciphering Geomorph communications in order to predict things like attacks. The reason she hasn't been talking much is because after using all of herself on that, she's kinda breaking down..." Kenta looked back down at her coffee. "She says she has a virus that can wipe that Consciousness thing out for good. But it’s extremely harmful to Geomorphs... and since she’s part Geomorph...”

“Yes...” she said with a long, weary sigh.

Kenta looked back up at Swan. "I'm not about to sit back and let ATHENA die, either. Maybe..." he moved his hands as if to stir up his own thoughts. "Maybe there's a way. She said that she's been trying to find a way to make herself a new body."

He took a drag on his cigarette, and leaned back. He’d just say it: “This is our best shot at winning this war. And it’s not that big a deal if I take the girl’s place, is it? Someone has to do this.”

Swan rose to her feet, driving her chair back. Her coffee and the ashtray both clattered, very nearly making a mess. "No! As long as I am the Mighty Guard's Director, I will not order anyone to their deaths! You, the girls, ATHENA, or anyone else!"

Kenta jumped in his seat at Swan's sudden outburst. It was surprising to him to see how adamant she was, but he figured that if it was anyone else in his place, he would probably have the same reaction as she was having. Any of his students. Anyone from MG. Sunset.

He thought about Sunset. If Kenta died, what would that do to her? That bloodied gi popped up in his mind again, and a strange feeling bubbled up deep within him.

Swan sighed, shoulders sagging a little. Her robe had slipped and she spent a moment adjusting it. She lit another cigarette (the ashtray was quite full now) and took a few slow drags to calm her nerves slightly.

"Kenta. Please listen.”

She took a deep breath. “If... If there is no other choice, we will save it as a back-up plan. I know sometimes sacrifices are necessary to win a war."

"But until I give that order... we will fight with everything we have to not use this virus. If my direct actions cause the destruction of ATHENA, Rakuraizer, or a loss of human life... any number of human lives... that is not acceptable to me."

Slowly, she walked around the table, placing her hands on Kenta's shoulders and giving them a firm squeeze. He felt her fingers trembling when they brushed the bare skin of his neck. "Your life is too valuable to sacrifice, Kenta... Please let us find another solution."

The feeling of Swan's shaky hands on his shoulders brought him back to reality.

“You’re right... I don’t know what I was thinking. Here I am just casually about to throw my life away... when there’s people like you who think I’m important.”

He smiled ruefully. “Whether you’re right or not, you shouldn’t be here trying to talk some sense into me when you’re the one torn up about the whole thing in the first place. I’m sorry for putting you through that.”

Placing his own hands on top of Swan's in order to stop them from trembling, Kenta stood up himself. Without a word, he brought the blonde girl in for a hug, wrapping his arms around her waist to comfort her. He never meant to upset anyone, it had just seemed so logical and matter-of-fact at the time. Hopefully this worked as an apology.

Swan returned the hug fiercely, folding her arms together around Kenta, bringing her wrists together and locking them at his back under her clenched fists. He’d been caught in the way on the way here and now the warmth of her body came as a shock, suffusing through him and diving beneath his skin.

"Kenta... Oh Kenta..."

She sniffled in his ear and clung to him even tighter. "Don't value your own life so lightly... If you go... Sunset will miss you. I'll miss you."

She slowly moved a hand upwards to support the back of his head, feeling how wet his hair was. It nearly brought a sob up from the woman's belly, and she hugged him even tighter until it felt like no more space existed between them. "This is not just an official order from the director of Mighty Guard... You have to see how important you are to everyone around you."

She leaned back, eyebrows furrowed, lips set thinly in a little angry pout. Then, she seemed to resolve herself to something. "If you won't believe it even after I say it... then I have no choice but to show you."

Swan moved her face closer to his. She gulped. Nobody loved being a submissive girly-girl more than this svelte, busty blonde, so the fact she was forcing herself to take charge for Kenta’s sake spoke volumes.

Kenta's eyes widened when he realized just what it was that Swan was doing, mumbling out a small "... You don't have to - ” but she kept right on coming.

It wasn’t easy and she went slowly. It was far from a sudden dive for a kiss like you’d expect in this sort of situation. She had never taken charge with a man once in her entire life and didn’t know the first thing about it.

But the fact she was pushing herself so hard to move forward even a little just drove home how determined she was. So she inched forwards towards the spellbound Kenta, little by little, until her pink-painted lips suddenly brushed his. Until she tasted his saliva.

She squeaked, looked like she was having second thoughts, then finally plunged forwards, placing a hand on his cheek and pushing her lips completely against his own. "Mmmh!"

It was a bit of an awkward experience for Kenta. Here he was trying to apologize for making Swan feel like that, and it ended up with her trying her best to do the same for him. It was obvious as hell from the way she tried to force his lips open that she had no idea what she was doing, but this fantastically innocent bimbo beauty was trying like crazy anyway.

Was he really worth all of this trouble?

Well... if Swan thought so and if Sunset thought so, maybe he was.

After the initial shock of the connection, he returned Swan's kiss with one of his own, soft and tender as he held her in his arms. It wouldn't do to be ravenous and overwhelming, so instead he just worked on returning what she was giving him. She squeaked, surprised, but happy, and a moment later they were both hungrily going for each other’s mouths.

It flashed into Kenta’s head for a second that the fresh rain still dripping from him was probably getting into her beautiful silk nightclothes, but he just shrugged it off. He wasn’t about to let the moment end until Swan wanted it to, so he instead traced a hand up and down her lower back, trying to massage her worries and frustration away.

Tracing his fingers up the back of her neck, he leaned back into her, hoping to take away some of the burden Swan must have been feeling in her initial push forward. The fact that he was embracing the Director crossed his mind, and it was surprising just how different that this was from being with his other boss.

Celestia was ravenous and unquenchable. It was good, of course, but just a lot different. Swan was warm and lovely. It was hard to want to leave with how gentle and caring she was being. She brought out the desire to be a man.

His grip around Swan's waist tightened a bit as he finally broke free to come up for air. "Director..." That was all he was able to get out before he dived back in for another taste of her, this time to be a proper initiator, like she so obviously preferred.

And sure enough, the second he pressed himself against her so fiercely, cinching a hand tight around that barbie-doll waist, the blonde's whole body language changed. She just about went limp in his arms, clinging to him, heat rising inside of her. One of her legs shot up behind her as if spring-loaded, high heel dangling half-off her stocking-clad foot. "Kenta... Kenta..."

The two lovers tasted each other over and over, the chaste kiss quickly becoming raunchy, tongues ensnaring each other at length. Swan's eyes closed as she fully lost herself in the moment, gripping his clothes tightly, earnestly pulling him closer.

And then before Kenta even knew what was going on, his adorable young Director was sliding his jacket off his shoulders. Next she unbuttoned his shirt, then flung it off like she was opening the curtains to the morning sun. Her hands immediately rushed to mold the hard contours of his chest, squeezing, scratching, caressing.

The feeling of Swan's warm body on Kenta's cold, bare chest and her breath on his neck sent a bit of a shiver up his spine.

When she broke the kiss, she was shuddering, still digging hard against him. "Don't go home... Stay here. The rain... It's so dreary outside..."

She buried her head in his nape, still holding tightly to him. The warmth of Swan's warm body on Kenta's chest and her breath on his neck sent a shiver up his spine. "On a night like this, you should be with someone who cares about you... Please, stay the night. <Stay with me.>"

In her rush to get him undressed, Swan had barely paid any attention to her own outfit... but it looked like her lace robe's sash had come undone entirely on its own, slipping off her shoulders, hanging off her arms and framing that big, all-American chest rather comfortingly. Hard to say no to~

The feeling of Swan's warm body on Kenta's cold, bare chest and her breath on his neck sent a bit of a shiver up his spine.

"Direc - " Kenta shook his head, stopping himself as he looked down at the beauty pressing her large, lovely chest against his. She wasn't being his superior right now. She wasn't his boss right now. She was a person just looking for a bit of stability and happiness, same as him. It wouldn't do to accept her feelings while putting her on a higher pedestal like that. His face set with a determined look. "... Swan."

Kenta lifted Swan up into his strong arms and sat her down heavily on the kitchen table with a clatter of cups. With lips clasped together, his hand on her cheek, Kenta guided his porcelain-skinned sweetheart down onto the tablecloth.

His large frame alighted atop her, spreading out, pushing her down firmly. Her bright, golden hair spread out to either side, framing the white of her nightclothes and the white of her skin.

He moved his lips from hers to trail down her neck and over her collar, peppering small, gentle kisses into the girl's skin. With his mouth occupied, his fingers swiftly unclasped her lacy-white bra, flinging it to the side without much thought. Swan's bare, pale breasts were quickly covered by Kenta's palms as he groped her softly and sweetly, taking care not to blemish the vision below him.

But Swan was writhing, shivering, kicking her long legs... staring at him pleadingly. Her eyes begged him to go further, to not linger in one place for too long. “Kenta... Please keep going...”

A rugged groan slipped from Kenta’s lips. He nodded and moved lower. Next came her bare chest - he stopped to taste her perky pink nubs, giving a nip and a tug with his teeth while pulling on the other with his fingers. And when he was finally done lavishing praise on her perfect melons he let the breast free with a pop, continuing his trail down Swan's thin, toned midsection, kissing over her bellybutton as he sunk lower.

Kenta's hands drifted down her sides, fingers pressing into her as they roved over the top of her thighs, hooking them into her tiny panties. Crouching slightly, he tugged her lacy thong down along with him.

“Kyaa!” gasped Swan.

Kenta paused, looking at her in surprise. “Do you not - ?” he began to say.

Realizing she’d startled him, she turned bright red. “No, don’t stop! Please keep going!”

He left the pure-white garment dangling from her ankle.

Dipping his hands inward, Kenta spread Swan’s legs. He pressed his lips against her inner thigh and worked his way inwards, leaving a small trail behind. The rough skin of his fingers massaged above where her garters ended, pressing into her firmly as his lips finally touched her mound.

Her pussy was adorable, with a big peach-like mound, and sticky, vibrant-pink insides.

Seeing Swan on display like this was doing things to Kenta's cock he couldn’t deal with. Being this close to her was intoxicating, her perfume mixed in with her natural scent made him want to just dive right in.

But this limbre creature before him still needed plenty more warming up... so instead he peppered her loveliness with yet more kisses, working his way up over her labia to press into her clitoris. Finally he dove his mouth over it, pressing his tongue against her just like when he kissed her just a few moments ago.

She tasted sweet and responded with immediate pleasure, raising her legs and dragging a high heel down his back, settling her arms on his shoulders. She still had her cigarette in her hand and giggled when she noticed she'd nearly burned him, taking one last deep drag before energetically stubbing it out. "Oooh... <Yes, yes, yesssss...>"

If Kenta noticed almost being burned, he didn't say anything about it. He was much too busy being engrossed in everything that was Swan. His lips on her pussy, his tongue thrashing about on the bright pink nub above, as if he were putting his best into apologizing for ‘ruining’ her night.

And judging by her response, she very, very much appreciated it. The table clattered again and again with Swan's movements, each raise of her hips accompanied by her thudding back down. It overshadowed the husky whisper of her voice as she duskily moaned his name again and again.

“Kenta! Kenta! I can’t wait any longer!” She put her hands down between her legs, tangling her fingers in her hunk's wild hair.

His first time seeing her out of her uniform... and it had turned out like this.

The problem was that Kenta kind of just didn't really know what he was doing down there. He circled his tongue around Swan's clit, flicking it in his mouth a few times before giving a long, hard suck, then dove down, prying open her folds to lap up the essence from her bubblegum-colored insides. Eventually he pushed his tongue inside, french-kissing her second pair of lips with abandon.

Before getting the job at Bakunyuu, Kenta hadn't had much experience with women aside from a few brief girlfriends here and there. The amount of effort required to please a woman suddenly made itself much clearer when he was trying to do something that wasn't just ramming his cock into a hole. His brow furrowed as he concentrated on making her feel good. How did he...?

No. He wasn't going to let something like this beat him. Not now. This was just another battle, and he just needed to find the right weak spots. Kenta dug his fingers into Swan's inner thighs, his eyes set with determination.

He pushed, prodded and lapped at Swan's insides, searching for the spots and areas that made the American beauty coo and gasp the most before attacking them like he was trying to take down a Geomorph. Whenever her thighs clenched down out of reflex, he pushed into her harder, pressing his hands down to keep her perfect, milky legs apart, rubbing and massaging all over every part of her he could reach.

It was probably messy. It was probably juvenile, but Kenta tried his best... because Swan deserved that much.

And it looked like, despite his lack of experience, he was doing something right. Swan's body moved as if electrified, her wails rising and falling in pitch but never quite silencing... this girl was clearly turning out to be quite a firecracker.

Soon, the athletic blonde Director had her long, slinky legs wrapped around the back of his head, her fingers practically clawing at the table. She made one sweet "Oooh!" after another, chest fluttering, body trembling... before finally surrendering and submitting to the pleasure he was teasing out of her. She thrust her hips upwards, voice rising to a crescendo, before a long vibrating movement seized her whole lower body as her orgasm pulsed through her.

"Kyaaaaa! Hyaaaaaahhhh!"

It wasn't quick. Swan went on for some time, the luscious little nymphette's sinful satisfaction painted clearly on her face and in her movements... That body built for pleasure gave in to the luxury of being a man's tormented plaything.

Kenta finally breathed a sigh of relief... only to be startled by Swan's hand shooting up to grip his shoulder. Her pink-painted fingernails wrapped around him and sunk into him. She was purring, still moaning, fighting just to form words, but she breathlessly pointed to the bedroom, trying to get up, trying to guide him.

Another kiss was shared on the table, then another in the doorway (which she also used as an opportunity to get his jeans off), then her eyes drifted over to the bedroom... and nothing more needed to be said.

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"Kyaaa!"

Swan’s ass hit the bedsheets, and then Kenta was there for her.

Her bedroom, like the rest of her apartment, was very pink, and very red. Pink sheets crushed beneath her ample body, the woman more than ever like a happy, blushing bride as she lay back, spreading her legs, pulling Kenta on top of her.

And there he was, on top of a high-class, sophisticated blonde bombshell. Between her spread legs, with that naughty, come-hither look on her face and a primal hunger smoldering deep inside.

"How silly of me, Kenta... You've been... working so hard to protect the people of Tokyo, it's worn you down... Nobody, oooh, rewarded your hard work..." She kissed him again, leaving lipstick marks as she hungrily chewed his bottom lip.

Even if Swan was probably playing it up, having her body underneath Kenta certainly did feel like a reward. Watching her chest move up and down with her heavy breathing was mesmerizing, and if his cock wasn't already begging him to thrust in, he probably would have just been content just watching her. Though from the look on her face, she probably wouldn't have been very happy with that outcome at all, and neither would he.

A suspicion confirmed as she reached between their legs, grasping his member firmly, and guided him forwards. His tip spread her folds with a slippery wet sound and then he entered Swan's dripping, tight, hot little pussy, immediately immersing him in searing heat.

Swan's pussy latched onto him as soon as the tip of his dick made contact, and held onto him tightly even as he moved in closer to place a hand on her bountiful chest. It wouldn't do to sit there in contemplation as she was requesting such nice things like that, so, slowly, he began to slide his thick rod into her.

She fluttered her eyelashes and angled her hips a little better to give him more direct entry. The invitation couldn't be more explicit at this point if she tried... but she did anyway.

"Please, enjoy your reward thoroughly... You've earned it, so..."

A note of whining entered her voice, betraying her 'altruistic' intent and showing she wanted this even more than he did, "Please... give this yummy fat cock to me~? ♥"

He reached down, kissing her once again as his hips began to pump, driving his cock in. Her insides hugged him tightly while his hips moved, the head of his dick pressing at her cervix to say hello while he played his tongue inside of her mouth. The whole thing felt like he was trying his best to be as connected to Swan as he could possibly be.

"Ngh-god, your whole body is just - " Kenta tried to form words through ragged breaths, laughing a bit. "Fuck, is this what American girls are like?"

Kenta wasn't the best at pillow talk but his joke worked rather nicely, alleviating the tension hanging over the mood-soaked room. Swan giggled cutely, clinging to him through her laughter, looking even more like an angel despite being full of that big, naughty cock. When her laughter was immediately stifled by another moan, causing her to tighten her grip again, it just looked even more adorable.

He brought one of his hands down, running it over Swan's thigh as he continued to pump in and out, grasping onto one of her legs to lift it upwards. The added leverage let him press downward, beginning to fuck her in earnest.

In the dark, quiet room, with the rain still pouring down outside, the two figures - one deliciously masculine, the other decadently feminine - moved together in search of mutual pleasure, kissing, clinging to each other, messing the sheets as they seamlessly shifted through one position after another, trying every angle they could think of to help him scratch the itch deep inside. Swan's voice rose in a tense squeal over and over, the blonde beauty losing control of her body over and over, defenselessly thrusting herself against Kenta, baring everything she had for him. She shuddered through climax after climax, her insides left scorching hot and aching after being scraped and scratched and fed by that stud's meaty cock so many times.

And finally Kenta had a release of his own, holding Swan by her tiny waist and pinning her down to the sheets, kissing her deeply as he grunted and tensed and his big balls churned, pouring out all the seed he'd made for her, firing deep and directly into this sweet, tender girl's womb while she twined her arms and legs around him and rode out her very last orgasm for the night.

When his head finally stopped spinning, he found Swan down between his legs, diligently sucking up the last of the cum in his cock, whatever hadn't already made its way inside of her. He caught a brief glimpse of his submissive doe's pussy, red and raw and looking like it ached, a big pearly glob of cum half-in half-out of her, oozing down her thighs with the slightest movements.

The stinging sensations of her well-fucked body just seemed to inspire even more devotion in her somehow, as if she hadn't given him enough of that already!

And then... a quick shower, and falling asleep in each other's arms, and waking like that the next morning~

Episode 5: Turnabout Sabotage Part 1

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The next morning found Kenta and Swan tangled up in the Director's silken bedsheets, bodies remaining exactly where they'd fallen last night after being claimed by exhaustion. Waking slowly, at first Kenta thought he’d died and gone to Heaven, and he was waking up on a cloud, being held by an angel. The soft, plush warmth of Swan's bed was almost too perfect.

Then he heard the sound of a phone blaring and recognized the sight of the immaculate Swan slipping from the bed to answer it, standing with her lovely butt to him as she talked in a hushed voice down the receiver in short, sharp answers.

His groggy state was slowly shaken away as he watched Swan’s nude body shifting. This woman was a work of art.

It was clear she was getting a report from a subordinate, and an urgent-sounding one at that. This could easily have been a lovely morning, with further snuggles and a cozy breakfast in bed together before heading out for the day... but it was clear that opportunity had passed.

Finally, a few minutes later, she set the phone down with a shaking hand and immediately started pulling her clothes on. "Kenta, get dressed. We're needed at Mighty Guard HQ... It looks like there was a break-in."

"Rakuraizer was broken into... And ATHENA isn't responding anymore."

"W-wait, what?!" Kenta bolted up off of the bed, joining her in scrambling around for clothes. "But... but how? I don't - "

His babbling was cut short as he tripped while hopping into his pants, falling face first into Swan's carpet. How in the world could MG be broken into? How could Rakuraizer be broken into? This didn't make any sense! There couldn't be many people who could hop into the robot's cockpit let alone people who would even know about both it and MG's existence, right? That's not to mention ATHENA!

Too many questions, none of them worth mulling over while planted into the floor. Hopping up completely awake and with a newly reddened face, Kenta finished dressing, ready to follow the Director. "R-right! Ready when you are!"

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Normally a trip to work in Swan's sports car would have been the highlight of Kenta's week, but both of them had far too much on their mind to appreciate any of that right now. Instead, the wonderful mood of last night had given way to sour faces and furrowed brows... someone had made a very deliberate attack against the Mighty Guard, and it might even be someone they knew.

Shortly after, they arrived together in the hangar bay where the others were already gathered: Athena, Cozy Glow, Roll, SciTwi. Only Sunset was absent. Cozy’s eyes shone as the two of them walked past to Rakuraizer, as if eagerly awaiting the sight within.

Scanning over the others, Kenta's eyes shot open. Where was Sunset? At first he thought that she'd be at school, but Athena's here as well, so shouldn't she be around? Especially if they were all gathered? He furrowed his brow, deeply concerned.

"...Where's Sunset?" Kenta did one more cursory scan over the group to confirm Twilight gave Director Swan the lowdown. "Has anyone seen her? Is she okay?"

“Nobody’s seen her,” answered SciTwi curtly.

Everyone was on edge. Given the situation, Kenta was, as well, but he tried his best to make it look like he wasn't. Someone was able to gain access to Rakuraizer; was able to mess with ATHENA. It was still boggling him.

He hated this. The Director was dealing with so much already, and now there was the possibility of an attack from within too? It made his blood boil.

SciTwi led Kenta and Swan to the gantry passing by the machine's cockpit with the others in two. They could already plainly see the damage: the cockpit's control panel was smashed, wires trailing down where entry had been forced. The door was slightly ajar, but seemed untouched so far.

Wasn't Kenta the only one who could actually pilot it? Whoever was able to force the door open would have to have considerable strength and even from the outside, it didn't look clean at all.

"What's the situation inside?" asked Swan.

"We were waiting for you to arrive before we looked, Director."

Swan nodded, asking how they knew ATHENA was disabled, then. Twilight cocked her head: "We keep Rakuraizer's power levels monitored at all times. Normally ATHENA is a pretty considerable drain on that... but since last night that drain cut out abruptly."

"This place should have been crawling with staff... but nobody saw anything?"

Twilight adjusted her glasses. "It looks like there was some kind of evacuation last night. We're still looking into it."

That seemed to satisfy the Director for the moment. She took a deep breath and reached out for the cockpit's door.

Kenta got a bad feeling. Maybe it wasn't anything at all, but with all this damage he couldn't risk anyone else getting hurt. "Sw - ... Director, wait up!"

He raised a hand toward her. "Maybe I should check it out first, just in case? If they were able to just force the Rakuraizer's door open, who knows what else they've been able to do?"

Swan withdrew her hand suddenly, startled by his voice. Then, when she thought about what he was saying, she brought it all the way back. "A - Alright, Kenta. Go ahead."

Moving closer, Kenta was able to see why the wires had been exposed. It looked like if someone were able to connect the two correct wires inside the console, it would release the locks. This must have been how they were able to get inside.

But there was no need for that right now, he was able to haul the door to the side, baring the cockpit within.

A girl lay inside by the foot of the cockpit. A figure not quite recognizable at first, too bathed in the darkness to clearly make anything out. She looked to be on the short side... around the same size as Cozy... give or take a few inches.

There was more to take in, of course: the fire axe laying on the ground a few feet away from her, the sparking, gouged-out hull of ATHENA, riddled all over with deep axe wounds and covered in the broken glass of its own systems... Most surprising of all, maybe, was the small beagle laying on the ground beside the girl, panting, scuffing behind its ear, seemingly having no idea about any kind of danger.

Roll spoke up in the back. "Ah! Pochi!"

"Pochi?"

"That's the dog we took from the second Geomorph encounter, the train incident," she explained. "Hmm... That's it! It looks like the reason all the staff evacuated the hangar earlier was because of a warning issued about Geomorph contamination... The system must have detected Pochi's presence!"

Swan looked closer at the girl. "So this girl... brought Pochi to the hangar to make everyone leave... and then she did this...?"

But as the girls talked behind him, Kenta just continued to stare at the girl laying on the floor.

The sight of the girl on the floor of the Rakuraizer and the dog just made Kenta even more confused. Here he was expecting - well, he didn't know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't this.

"How..." Kenta raised an eyebrow as he surveyed the scene of the damage. "How in the world did this happen...?"

Looking at the way ATHENA's casing was torn made Kenta's heart drop. He had tried to assure her that he would save her, and now this had happened. Whoever did this was very deliberate in their destruction. And considering how they were able to pry open a panel and open the cockpit like someone might hotwire a car, they also knew how to bypass some pretty crazy computer stuff, too.

Honestly, it was a little crazy. If someone could get into the Rakuraizer with just a few wires, why go through the trouble of doing all this horrible damage? Couldn't they just unplug it? It didn't make sense. And why was the dog here? How?

Nothing added up to Kenta, but he also knew he wasn’t exactly the best person to be figuring this out.

He carefully knelt down in the narrow space of the cockpit. It was much easier to get around when he was actually piloting, but now it just felt like there wasn't much space to work with. Squinting, he got closer to the girl to get a better look at who it could be. He wasn't aware of anyone else Cozy's size that was employed by MG, but then again, he hasn't exactly gotten familiar with a lot of the staff.

As he knelt down, the girl groaned. She was alive.

He leaned closer, peering into the shadows where she lay.

Taking his first good look, he noticed her clothes all looked several sizes too large for her. Cutoff jean shorts, a tattered top and leather jacket... it all seemed made for someone much taller.

Then she rolled over, and two giant breasts swung into view, looking absolutely enormous on that small frame. They were equally as big as any of the other girls in the room, maybe even outsizing several of them. Athena's chest was massive, for example, and this shortstack still had a few inches of bust on her.

She also had flaming hair in a pattern of red-and-yellow.

Kenta froze as the girl opened a pair of aqua-hued eyes he'd have recognized anywhere, and stared up at him. "Kenta... Where am I...?"

It was her turn to freeze in shock. "Wh - What the fuck!"

At least her voice sounded normal as ever, not that the situation gave him any room to appreciate it.

"S - Sunset?!"

Sunset sat up, rubbing her head, looking down at herself... only for the movement to make her shirt nearly slip off her altogether, sliding clean off her shoulders and dipping even further. Inch after inch of fair, unblemished skin became visible, before spilling out into the swell of those monstrous teats with their fist-sized nipples so pink they looked like candy. She squealed immediately, trying to tug her shirt back up over herself.

"Ahhh! Don't look!"

Kenta immediately lost his train of thought, getting an eyeful of bare, oversized nipple. "G - Guh."

Kenta froze in shock, roving up and down the body of the girl who was apparently Sunset. She definitely had Sunset's hair, and she definitely had Sunset's mouth. She also definitely had Sunset's chest and he lamented the fact that this wasn't the time or the place where he could properly enjoy this weird turn of events. Instead he just stayed speechless for a moment.

It took a bit of time for Kenta to pry his eyes away, but he did, looking off into a darkened corner of the Rakuraizer as he tried to find words.

"H - How? Wh...?" Kenta looked over at Pochi like he was expecting the panting dog to have all the answers. "H - How are you here? What happened? How did you - ...?"

The words didn't really come easily.

Sunset opened her mouth, perhaps to begin answering Kenta's questions, when he suddenly heard a shout from behind: "Dere she is! Awwest her!"

Cozy had dragged in two of the security team members, big buff lads who Kenta had often seen around the place. Despite Rakuraizer and G-Corona being tasked with keeping the base safe from Geomorph attack, the MPs had rather extensive training and plenty of combat ability. They were able to use machine guns, pistols, and were skilled in martial arts... Kenta could probably take on these two by himself, but there was no telling how many more were lurking around, waiting to assist if necessary.

One of them clasped Sunset's shoulder. She grunted and immediately shook him off, darting backwards, raising her fists despite her small stature. "Hands off, creep!" she shouted defiantly.

"She did it! She's da one who busted up ATHENA!" Cozy continued. "We have pwoof!" In her excitement and self-righteous rage, she was spilling over her words even more than usual.

She proudly held up a disk, surely containing the base's security footage. Behind her, Swan sighed. "We'll... We'll need to conduct a full investigation first before we jump to any conclusions, but... for now, Cozy is right. Sunset, please let us place you into custody. Kenta, stand aside."

"Hey, wait!" This was all happening so fast. Kenta put himself between the guards and Sunset, reflexively falling into a defensive stance like he was about to spar back in his father's old dojo.

Kenta stayed put, his feet firmly rooted to the floor as he stared a hole right through the guard in front of him. This whole thing was just crazy! Cozy must have been mistaken because Sunset isn't someone who would just wreck the Rakuraizer and destroy ATHENA, it just didn't make sense! She was innocent, and this wasn't the kind of injustice that he could ever stand for. The real culprit was probably getting away as they speak!

In his mind, there was no way that Sunset could have ever done anything like that to the Rakuraizer, and he wasn't about to stand by while the blame fell onto the shoulders of someone who wasn't guilty.

"You can't REALLY believe that she'd do something like this, right, Director?" Kenta shook his head. "This has to be some dumb joke!"

The first of the guards looked a little more wary of the two, but the second seemed eager to try his luck. Pretty crazy decision, all things considered: it wasn't lost on anyone that Kenta was one of the most important people at the MG base, but you could put it down to nerves, tension, or just having his superior officer right behind him giving him an order.

Whatever it was, the black-armoured man stepped forwards towards Kenta. "Stand aside, sir," came his voice in an already gruff tone, made all the heavier by the helmet obscuring his face.

But Kenta wasn't about to throw the first punch since he knew that the guard was just doing his job. Though he wasn't about to let them cuff someone on false charges. He's watched the news before and seen how prosecutors use underhanded tricks to convict innocent people.

It was a pretty tense moment for him. He didn't even really have a plan, but it wasn’t like he could just sit back and do nothing!

The guard still looked ready to fight if need be, but he wasn't about to do anything without the order coming from Swan. And meanwhile the pint-sized Sunset huddled in behind Kenta, clinging to the back of his shirt. She held on as if her life depended on it, somehow managing to feel safe thanks to his presence.

For a moment nobody budged... until Swan finally stepped between them. "Alright, that's enough. Relax, please. Stand down!"

Kenta visibly relaxed and almost breathed a sigh of relief. Leave it to Swan to be the rational one. It was good to hear that she hadn't immediately given up on Sunset, either, and it gave him a bit of a smile to know that he was right about her.

Swan smiled approvingly at the guard, keeping up appearances of professionalism. "Good work, officer! I'd expect nothing less from our elite. But I'll take over from here."

She turned to Kenta and Sunset, sizing the two of them up. "Kenta... I'd like to believe Sunset is innocent too. This seems far outside her normal activities! Even moreso now she's so much smaller!"

She cleared her throat. "Why don't you keep an eye on her for the time being? If there's any sort of escape attempt, you're..." She paused to give his bulging bicep an affectionate squeeze, "... more than strong enough to overpower her, mm?"

"Hey!" said Cozy, folding her arms. "What if she weally did do it! Are you going to wule that out?"

Swan looked pensive, tapping her cheek as she thought things over. Cozy had a good point, after all...

Kenta mulled over the Director's offer, looking between her and Sunset the whole time. It was definitely a lot better than just handing her over to the police, and if something actually did happen, he would be there. The way Swan touched his arm and made those comments, though...

But why was Cozy being like this? Sure, she was the newest member, so she hadn't spent as much time around them, but surely she couldn't actually expect that Sunset did all this! Maybe she was just more pragmatic than Kenta thought. It still made him a bit angry that someone was accusing her like that, so he decided to speak up.

"If she did, then I'll bring her in myself!" Kenta crossed his arms. "But she didn’t, so it doesn't matter!"

Swan nodded. "Yes... We need to get to the bottom of what really happened here. We're all a little worked up... and not thinking straight!"

"Let's take a recess to gather our thoughts... an hour should do. Then we'll meet at the bridge, review the security footage, and figure out exactly what happened here."

"Kenta, please use that time to interview Pilot Sunset about what she saw leading up to these events. Ahem. There may be something useful in there that could prove her innocence."

So he was going to have to talk to Sunset about what happened. That suited Kenta just fine, he was planning on doing that in the fist place. Nodding to Swan, he looked back at Sunset. She looked out of it and it made him want to protect her even more.

Cozy sniggered. She'd hopped up onto one of the mechanic's benches and now sat like a queen bitch, one leg folded over the other, both hands wrapped around her raised knee. She kicked it idly as she enjoyed the look of fear and confusion on Sunset's face. "And what happens to whoever smashed up ATHENA, huh?"

Swan set her face, looking distressed despite herself. "... Instant dismissal from Mighty Guard. Whoever it was, they can't be allowed to ever walk these halls again."

Cozy rolled her eyes, studying her fingernails, smarming more by the second. "In that case... I'll happiwy pwosecute... I know exactly how to pwoove she did it!"

Kenta raised an eyebrow at Cozy's antics, getting a bit annoyed at the brat's insistence of Sunset's guilt. Now she wanted to be a prosecutor? "Aren't you a little immature to be doing something like that? How do you even know? Why are you so certain that Sunset did it?" It was weird that she was hammering it home this much.

Was she jealous of Sunset?

If he'd been expecting any sort of answer, it looked like Cozy was saving it for the 'trial' she'd arranged later. In lieu of that, she simply held up the disc containing the security footage, batting her long eyelashes, giving him the sickest little grin down the bridge of her nose.

"Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you held me down and pumped me full of cum~" she tittered, resting a finger on her chin and swirling her eyes around faux-innocently. "Heeheehee... If guess, if anything, I’ll be the one fucking you this time~!"

Kenta felt startled by Cozy's sudden mention of their actions, throwing him off kilter almost immediately. "T - That uh..." He didn't have any kind of retaliation; he did do those things after all, but it wasn't like she wasn't willing in the whole act!

Cozy was blindsiding him pretty easily. Where was this all coming from? Was how she behaved before just an act? No, well, Kenta had to guess that she's always been like this, but now it was seeming way more malicious than just bratty.

"Cozy!" gasped Swan. "That... That's quite enough! You're bothering Kenta!" She moved to pick Cozy up and haul her away, which resulted in Cozy just whining as her wrist was tugged on. Swan was already muttering something about a spanking, too...

"Has... has Kenta fucked everyone in MG?" murmured Athena.

Beside her, SciTwi moved her lips, silently counting off on her finger. "Two, three, four... Umm... He did come in with Swan this morning, didn't he...?"

Athena rolled her eyes. "God, he's such a slut."

"You're one to talk," SciTwi shot back.

Kenta turned to the pair, a blush forming over his face.

"H... Hey, I'm not a slut!" This was quickly accented by Kenta scratching the back of his head as he looked away. "... I think."

Clearing his throat, Kenta tried to regain his footing. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "Maybe I should uh... talk, er, interrogate... er. Find out what happened with Sunset."

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Kenta didn't have far to go to reconvene with Sunset: she was right next to him. Kenta pulled up a chair at one of the hangar's many workbenches and took a seat, whereupon Sunset looked at the other chairs, then back to him, then promptly sat down in his lap instead.

... Her butt really was huge for such a now-short girl. Its softness pressing back against his groin was like an instant recipe for a hard-on, but nevertheless she was fixated on recounting the events of last night as well as she could remember them:

"Well... I was just finishing up my training in the VR units. I went to my locker to get changed, and... I saw something inside move suddenly. It was small, whatever it was, small enough to sit on the top shelf of my locker, in with all my bundled-up clothes."

"I think it flew out and hit me... Then I passed out."

Sunset’s Account added to the Court Record

With Sunset still sitting in his lap, it wasn't long before another girl wanted to fight for his attention. Cozy peeked her head out, then was soon wandering over.

"Hmm? You wanted something...? Oh, the secuwity camera footage? Sure, I can let you look!"

She rises on her toes, wriggling around with something like playful discomfort, swaying her big hips. It's a pretty enticing promise of a very pent-up brat with a needy pussy. "But you gotta do something for me... Before I show you, can we go somewhere pwivate and blow off some steam? It should only take 45 minutes or so...!"

She grins as she leans in, looking eager to get started. Unfortunately, that would definitely cut out any opportunity to speak with the others.

Even with Sunset on his lap and Cozy trying to distract him, Kenta wasn't about to let this injustice slide. He shook his head firmly, absolutely no wavering in his voice. "Sorry, Cozy, this is way more serious than that. There's a time and place for everything, you know, and justice isn't going to wait around."

He stood up, placing Sunset in the crook of his arm to carry her with him. Kenta was supposed to keep her in his sight at all times, and considering how Cozy was acting right now, he wasn't about to leave her with the power-tripping brat.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, Cozy, but if you're not gonna show me the footage, I'll just go talk to the others and get a copy of it later."

"Suit yourself!" she grumbled, before wandering off to cause mischief elsewhere.

Kenta rolled his eyes as Cozy stormed off, sighing a bit. "What in the world is up with her lately?"

Security Camera Footage NOT added to the Court Record

Roll was found shortly afterwards inside Rakuraizer's cockpit, reading diagnostics off a palm-sized tablet. The device connected to ATHENA through a long cable dangling between them.

"Thankfully, it looks like the damage is most superficial. ATHENA's core is still intact... We should be able to have her back online in a day or two."

"Hmm... It's strange, though. Anyone with a basic knowledge of computers would have known which systems to target, but it looks like whoever did this was just hitting it at random. Does that make any sense to you, Kenta?"

That fact was strange to Kenta. Unfamiliar with MG's computer systems, but also able to just break into the Rakuraizer? Anyone who did something like this would either not be a member of MG staff, or have to have recently joined.

Still, Kenta breathed a bit of a sigh of relief at the fact that ATHENA wasn't completely gone. It made him all the more determined to catch who was really responsible.

"I don't get it... Did the person who did this not really know what they were looking for? But why do it in the first place if they didn't? Gah, I wish I could talk to ATHENA again."

Roll lifted a screwdriver and gave him a reassuring smile. "If I don't have it back up soon, you can punish me however you like, sir!"

ATHENA’S Status added to the Court Record

He found Twilight sitting in her office, tapping away at her computer. A printer was busy at work beside her, outputting an important-looking file. Swiveling to face him, Twilight peered at Kenta over the top of her glasses, then thrust the frames back up the bridge of her nose, turning the lenses opaque.

"I don't know if it will help, but... It's possible this crime is related to the Geomorphs. So, I went ahead and prepared a file documenting everything we were able to learn from Pochi. If it ends up helping you, you can thank me later."

She smiled wistfully. "Nobody wants Sunset's innocence to be proven more than I do. Well, aside from maybe you. Either way, take a look over it when you get a moment, alright?"

Nodding, Kenta took the file from Twilight with a smile and gave it a look. Twilight and Sunset knew each other well, apparently, and from the way Twilight was looking, there was probably a lot more there than Kenta even realized. Maybe he'd ask Sunset more about that when he got the time and if it wasn't prying too much.

"Thanks for all the help, Twi. Trust me, I'm gonna do all I can."

While looking over the document, one part really stuck out to Kenta: 'An implanted Control Crystal may depart one host and enter another. This causes considerable shock and often unconsciousness in the former host.'

Maybe this would explain why Sunset blacked out like she did. Though if that was the case, then...

He finished reading, and came across another bit of info. 'Hosts frequently inherit traits of the Crystal’s controller/creator.'

Something about this passage made the bottom of Kenta's stomach drop out. He looked back at Sunset's current state and back at the document. There's no way. There's no way, right...?

Geomorph Behaviour File added to the Court Record

And last but not least, Kenta went to visit Athena:

"We studied Pochi quite a bit since the attack... Twilight should have given you the file containing everything we know by now. Weird to think he could still trigger the alarm in the hangar..."

Pochi The Beagle added to the Court Record

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Kenta barely finished talking with Athena in time. He'd chewed through 56 of his 60 minutes and wasn't sure if he was any closer to solving the mystery. It really depended on what was in that security footage Cozy had seen.

But nevertheless, it was time to report his findings.

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Court Record

Sunset’s Account

The last thing Sunset Shimmer remembers was opening her locker, at which point something inside moved towards her suddenly. She lost consciousness almost immediately after.

ATHENA

The A.I. has suffered significant damage, but with no critical areas targeted. Whoever made this attack is unlikely to be familiar with the base’s computer systems.

Geomorph Behaviour File

First Page: Heavy physical trauma to a Geomorph Control Crystal will cause damage and reduce function. Sustained damage will eventually cause a fracture, whereupon function ceases. Once broken, a Crystal cannot be restored to a functioning state.
Second Page: An implanted Control Crystal may depart one host and enter another. This causes considerable shock and often unconsciousness in the former host.
Third Page: Hosts frequently inherit traits of the Crystal’s controller/creator.

Pochi the Beagle

The dog employed by Dominator in her earlier scheme. Has since acquired some of that Geomorph's traits, including her high body temperature and affinity for metallic objects.

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The six of them soon gathered in the bridge where a table had been cleared for the proceedings. Kenta and Sunset stood at one end, Cozy stood at the other, and Swan presided over it all from her command chair.

"Alright... Let's begin. I hope you were able to learn everything you could about this incident in the interim, Kenta. Cozy?"

"Yeah! Roll the tape!"

Cozy directed their attention to the command room's large screen, where grainy, low-quality security camera footage soon appeared. She sat back on her chair, folding her arms behind her head as she watched it play.

The video started with Sunset standing in front of her locker in the changing rooms. That much corresponded with what she'd told Kenta earlier.

Unfortunately, after that there was a big diversion. She left the room and headed to the laboratory, moving quickly with her head lowered and her shoulders squared. Entering, she went to Pochi's cage and released him, putting the dog over her shoulder. She quickly carried him to the hangar.

At this point, a disruptive sound erupted from the video. It sounded like some kind of alarm?

"That's a system installed in the hangar... It wesponds to the presence of a Geomorph by evacuating all staff! That's what she needed Pochi for... the crystal inside of him set it off!"

Once all the staff had evacuated, Sunset quickly moved to a nearby workbench and fetched an axe lying on top of it. She carried both the dog and axe over to Rakuraizer.

The camera lost sight of her movements for a moment... but when she reappeared, she was standing in front of the busted cockpit door. She quickly entered, which was where the tape ended.

Security Camera Footage added to the Court Record

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Security Camera Footage

Sunset Shimmer stands at her locker for a moment. Then, she goes to the base’s laboratory and retrieves Pochi. She takes the dog to the hangar, whereupon the contamination alarm is triggered and the staff evacuate. She collects an axe from a nearby workbench. The camera loses focus of her momentarily, but when she reappears the lock on Rakuraizer’s cockpit has been destroyed and she is carrying Pochi inside.

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"Seems pretty open and shut if you ask me!" gloated Cozy. "She used the doggy to set off the alarm, not caring if she got caught later. It was just the thing to get everyone to clear out!"

Gah, that's pretty damning evidence! thought Kernta. Sunset had told him she was unconscious after she opened her locker, but on the video it's showing that she did a lot more after that. Something must be wrong here. Why did the camera lose sight of Sunset?

Kenta thought back over Cozy's words intently.

That's a system installed in the hangar... It wesponds to the presence of a Geomorph by evacuating all staff!

She was right. The MG base responds to Geomorph activity with an alarm. Kenta still wasn't used to the sound of that thing...

That's what she needed Pochi for... the crystal inside of him set it off!

This statement felt wrong, for some reason. He couldn't just let it slide.

Kenta yelled out and slammed his hand on the desk before he could think about what he was doing. Well, no time for regrets, he had to come up with something... Why couldn't Pochi have set off the alarm? He thought back to the file that Twilight gave him as he began to speak up.

"Yeah, the MG base has an alarm for just the reason you said. Geomorphs trigger the alarm and the staff evacuates. But there's no way that Pochi could have set off the alarm, because..."

Kenta held up the Geomorph Behaviour File, patting it with the back of his free hand. "This is the file on Geomorph behavior that I got from Twilight. As it says right here on the first page: 'Heavy physical trauma to a Geomorph Control Crystal will cause damage and reduce function. Sustained damage will eventually cause a fracture, whereupon function ceases. Once broken, a Crystal cannot be restored to a functioning state.'" He put down the file, placing his hands on his hips. "And I'm pretty sure Pochi's Control Crystal was good and shattered, because both Sunset and I saw it happen right in front of us!"

As the music changed, Cozy nearly fell off her chair, blasted back by the force of Kenta's logic. Her many blue-tinged sweet-roll curls fell down over her eyes, until she angrily shook them back into position.

Athena thumped her fist into her other palm. "Oh! That's right! Pochi couldn't have set off the alarm if the crystal wasn't active... and once they're broken, it's impossible to restore them to a functioning state. That's by design, actually... Like if they fell into enemy hands! Like it did with us!"

"No... Nnngh... There has to be some misunderstanding..." growled Cozy, but it looked like she wasn't coming up with anything.

Thankfully, while she was floundering for something to say, it was Roll who spoke up in an unexpected counter to Kenta's argument.

"But... We're inside MG territory, aren't we? That Control Crystal is the only one in the entire base."

Cozy perked up, regaining some traction. "Y - Yeah! That's right!"

Roll flashed her eyes sideways to Cozy as if bothered by her outburst, but continued in her professional tone. "Something set that alarm off. Unless you can explain that, then... your entire theory is no good, Kenta."

"Yeah! Explain that!" Cozy looked to have completely recovered from her former embarrassment.

As the wind quickly drained from Kenta's sails and he slouched down a bit, he couldn't help but wonder just who's side Roll was supposed to be on, here. Though she did bring up a good point. If Pochi didn't set off the alarm, there had to be a good reason that it did trigger. But how?

It was a long shot, but was there another way that the alarm could have triggered?

"Maybe..." Kenta scratched the back of his head and flashed a sort of a nervous smile. He was taking a bit of a leap with this one, but if Pochi couldn't set off the alarm, then that only meant one other thing. "...There's another Control Crystal we don't know about...?"

Swan looked aghast. "<Oh my God!> A second Control Crystal? But when could it have gotten into Pochi?"

Could it really be? Not just one Control Crystal inside MG Headquarters... but two? It was a crazy theory, but there might just be a piece of evidence to support it.

Kenta crossed his arms, thinking. "I'm not sure that Pochi even has one, considering that Athena was just as confused as we were, and I'm sure she would have been able to check, right?"

He didn't really want to be thinking what he was thinking right now, because if it was true, then the end result meant some pretty bad things for the current people in the room, and would probably also come with some pretty bad regrets for him personally that were... kinda unrelated. But that was neither here nor there, and he hadn’t quite connected those dots yet anyway. Regardless, he pushed forward, picking up another document and patting it like he did the previous one.

"When I spoke with Sunset, she mentioned that the last thing that she can remember is that she opened her locker, and something inside suddenly moved towards her. She lost consciousness after that." Kenta placed his hand on his chin and looked away for a moment.

"I thought that was kind of weird, but when I got the Geomorph Behaviour File from Twilight, page 2 shed a bit of light on that: 'An implanted Control Crystal may depart one host and enter another. This causes considerable shock and often unconsciousness in the former host.'"

"Has anyone examined Sunset? Because from the sound of it, I don't think she's the culprit, I think she's the victim!"

A heavy silence fell over the command room. Cozy was staring straight ahead, sweating bullets.

Meanwhile, the other four girls were considering the facts before them. Twilight eventually picked up a hand-scanner and walked over to Sunset. "Only one way to find out... This should determine if Kenta's theory is correct or not."

Without asking permission, Twilight ran the device over Sunset's body, then turned her around and rolled it up her back. Sunset shuddered, moaned and stuck her tongue out, being her usual pleasure-wired self. "Ahhhn!"

Twilight brought the device back and checked the readout. "Well, I think that settles it. It looks like a Control Crystal was inside Sunset at some point, sure enough..."

Sunset breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Kenta with sparkling eyes, her lips curled up in a smile that could only be called adoring. She unexpectedly threw himself into his side, hugging him. "Kenta! Kenta...! You did it!"

And Cozy... looked very unhappy.

"I..." She reeled, squirming in her chair, bouncing, getting visibly more angry.

"I..." She placed a trembling hand on the table, running her fingers over the paneling...

And then she was climbing on top of it, standing, stomping on top of the table. "What? That's stoopid! I won't accept it! You don't know what you're talking about! Stoopid, stoopid, stoopid!"

She continued stomping angrily... until she misplaced one of her high-heeled shoes, slipped, and faceplanted directly onto the table, where she lay... unconscious? She certainly looked like she'd given up for the moment.

Twilight still looked unhappy with the readout for some reason, but for the moment it looked like they'd won!

At the same time, Swan voiced another concern: "I still don't get something, though... Does that mean Dominator got a second Control Crystal into the base somehow? Something about that doesn't quite add up..."

Kenta looked over at the unconscious Cozy. The fact that another crystal made its way onto the base. Cozy's insistence in getting rid of ATHENA. The fact that the culprit didn't know about MG's systems, meaning they would have to be new. The way that Sunset currently looked and the fact that the Control Crystals take on the traits of their creator...

She wasn't just Cozy Glow. She was Geomorph Empire General Cozy Glow. Everything clicked in Kenta's head and it was impossible to deny the fact that MG had an infiltrator in their midst. The brat was an alien invader sent here to throw a wrench into their cogs. Guess it made sense that they wouldn't just resort to giant monsters and city-wide havoc.

He continued to stare at Cozy as he gave the Director his response. "... Yeah, I guess... Maybe it just got into her when we weren't looking or something. Who can really even say?"

It wasn't like him. He should have called out the injustice. He was charged with saving the citizens of Tokyo, so he should be doing what was right. But, at that moment, he thought that maybe he could save Cozy, too. Maybe she could actually come around.

He'd have to talk to her after all of this, but right now, he was just glad that Sunset was okay.

Cozy raised her head, looking directly at Kenta. Their eyes met. Something like understanding flashed in her face, then she puffed her cheeks out and furrowed her brow (much like a brat not getting the candy she wanted), before looking away. "Hmph."

Blackmail me all you want... Just keep your big fat mouth shut, her expression seemed to say.

But before anyone could address the elephant in the room, SciTwi raised her hand. "Uh, hello, was anyone listening?"

Roll had been busy picking her nose, but popped her finger free suddenly to look over in Twilight's direction. "Ah?"

"I said... a Control Crystal was inside Sunset. You know, PAST participle? As in... it's not there anymore?"

"Oh..."

"Uhh..."

"Whoops."

"Oh." Kenta stared at Twilight as she spoke, unable to really form any kind of sentence as the realization of what she said exactly meant.

Which was when they all heard a terrible, thrashing, rending of metal. The most awful grinding, crashing, clanking sound any of them had ever heard in their lives, a deeply chilling artificial roar.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," he added to that thought.

Even Cozy had turned pale as a sheet now. "Shit," she swore under her breath.

"That sounded like it was coming from... the hangar! Rakuraizer and G-Corona!"

Another creaking, grinding, scraping sound rang out and Kenta shot off like an Olympic runner just hearing the starting pistol, immediately clearing the table he was standing behind and bolting out of the door towards trouble.

Athena, Swan and Twilight were right behind him: the augmented Roll even ran fast enough to overtake him, legs almost moving faster than his eyes could follow.

Cozy and Sunset both made it like ten steps before they fell against each other, panting and out of breath.

"How do you live like this!" groaned Sunset, smashing her stupidly-huge tits against Cozy's out of frustration.

"I get carried a lot!" grumped back Cozy, before they both collapsed in an exhausted heap.

Anyway, Kenta and the girls burst out into the hangar just in time to have their worst fears confirmed: the enormous figure of Rakuraizer was struggling in its restraining bolts, fighting to be free. Staff scattered every which way as it kicked its powerful legs, technicians screaming as explosions ripped apart the air just metres away from them. Expensive systems were going up in flames before their eyes, and they could only watch.

Rakuraizer was changing before their eyes, becoming more monstrous as it struggled to be free. It broke the belt across its chest and lumbered forwards, turning towards the other two robots in the hangar: G-Corona in its housing by the wall, and the shadowy figure of the third in-development robot currently laying on the floor like an enormous morgue body.

That thing... the “ST-00” - or the “Thoth” as Athena and SciTwi had cheerfully codenamed it - it was a prototype, right? After all, they had no shortage of potential pilots so stepping up production in the face of the invasion was a no-brainer... But no time for that now!

Was it operational? They’d called it a Support and Tactics unit, but maybe it still had some weaponry?

As white-hot panic coursed through Kenta’s veins, he looked for any sign it could be the thing to salvage this worst-case scenario. But no... it had no weapons. And more importantly the build wasn’t even finished, the prototype’s body terminating at the waist. This thing wouldn’t stand a chance against Rakuraizer at full power.

This was horrible. And it was about to get worse: Kenta heard the hum of Rakuraizer charging up its RAI-OH system, even as it raised a gauntleted fist to point directly at him.

Kenta's face blanched. That was a Volt Collider and it was aimed right at him. If a Geomorph could get crumpled by that kind of force, then what kind of chance did a normal human have? With only a split second to react, he dived, hopefully out of the way and hopefully out of the way of anyone else, too.

Lightning lashed his back, rending his flesh. Kenta's back felt like it was on fire. He could feel the skin boiling and peeling off of him from where the Volt Collider tore into him, destroying his jacket and shirt along the way.

But it was a miracle that he was still alive at all.

Sunset immediately appeared to dash over to him. "Kenta!"

He barely had time to worry about that, though. It looked like something was happening with the Rakuraizer. It suddenly looked to be struggling for control... and the reason was immediately obvious. Somehow, ATHENA was fighting the infection struggling to take her over. The robot stumbled drunkenly about the hangar, colliding with G-Corona and tearing it down, dropping both of them into a broken heap.

Was it over...? He prayed it was over.

It looked like Rakuraizer had stopped moving finally.

But then, something glimmered directly over the Thoth. That half-finished figure, more like a skeleton than a finished mech, with all its exposed joints and interiors, suddenly jolted.

It twitched on the floor. Its legs were far from finished, ending in stumps, and it barely had even half its torso and head, which made the sight of it moving even more disturbing. It started to prop itself up on its skinny elbows, trying to roll over, looking like it intended to crawl over to the downed Kenta and finish him off.

At the same time, something manifested in its chest: a huge lump of malformed metal and crystal, a Control Crystal Core just like the ones the other Geomorphs had possessed. With it so completely exposed it would be easy for an active giant robot to destroy it, but G-Corona and Rakuraizer were totally inaccessible in their current states.

For a moment, Kenta just didn’t want to deal with any of it. He just wanted to lay there in agony. But the danger wasn't over at all. There was a giant metal skeleton coming towards him as if death itself had determined that his time was up.

“Goddammit!” He wasn't going to go down that easily. There were people he needed to save.

The tatters of his shirt slid from Kenta’s body as he staggered to his feet, the pain of moving causing him to wince and suck in air. However, Kenta powered through it because there were people behind him.

Sunset moved back as he started to rise... but maybe she wouldn't have if she'd known just how insane his plan was. When he did what he did next, she regretted not pulling him back very deeply.

Kenta grasped a long metal rod, tore free from the hangar railing where the blast had made its thunderous impact, gripping it firmly in his hands.

He then slung it over his shoulders, pointing towards the lumbering machine.

"Hey, Geomorph! If you want me, I'm right here! You're not that good at walking, so don't worry, I'll come to you!"

Powering through the burning and aching, Kenta forced his legs to move. The man bolted forward, running directly at the mechanical nightmare, all fear within him quelled. The pain he was feeling wasn't nearly enough to make him stop. To make him give up his desire to protect.

The robot's crawling position placed the core right in front of Kenta. If the core was right in front of him, then all he had to do was break it...!

Kenta threw himself forwards with all the force any man had ever mustered, the adrenaline poured into his system blotting out the pain. He leapt through the rubble and dashed between the technicians running in the opposite direction, finding a toppled workbench and jumping onto it right as the machine swung its enormous right arm. Kenta jumped and landed past it, nearly losing his footing... but the way to the Core was open. He charged forwards.

Kenta leaped, rearing back the metal pole and slamming it forward as if it was some kind of weapon, hoping beyond hope to hit paydirt. He struck the Crystal directly with the tip, twisting it deep into the creature's heart.

It roared again, lurching, for a moment looking like its whole body was being kept propped up by his stick like some oversized puppet, twisting so much it nearly pulled him off the ground. It wrenched the staff out of his hand and rolled to the side, decimating half the hangar with revolutions of its jagged, unfinished body. If it had rolled the other way, Kenta would have been crushed... but his heart leapt when he realized it was trying to get away from him.

The girls couldn't believe their eyes. As Thoth lay on its back trying to pull the steel rod out of its chest, Swan suddenly shouted: "K - Kenta! Go for Rakuraizer! You can defeat it!"

As if a dam had broken, all the other girls started shouting too, cheering him on. It wasn't every day you saw something like that, after all!

At the same time, Swan raised her hand to her mouth, pulling the antenna out on her wrist communicator. "Release her! Anything to slow that thing down!"

As Kenta's aches and pains began to catch up with him, he found himself stumbling forwards, barely keeping his feet underneath himself. Behind him, the robot had ripped the metal pole out of its core and turned back over, snarling hungrily as it hurtled towards him, leaving a deep furrow in the steel floor as it dragged itself through the wreckage.

He looked over to Rakuraizer. Just get in and defeat this thing, right? Easy.

Except there was no way he was getting there in time. The Geomorph was already stretching a hand out towards him, and when those skeletal fingers wrapped around him... that would be it. His resistance would be over.

That was the thought flickering through his mind as a black shadow suddenly appeared in the air before him, a flickering flash of movement. As he ran from the mechanized beast, that thing went flying past his head in the opposite direction. Steel flashed.

Something came crashing down on Thoth’s head hard enough and heavily enough to make it lurch. The outstretched hand reaching for Kenta slammed into the ground, clearing his way to Rakuraizer. Taking a moment to glance back, he got a good look at his saviour, perched on top of the robot's head as she was.

She wasn't human. He could tell that immediately, even with her body shrouded in darkness.

She squatted on top of the robot's head (in a posture that added immense shape, size and heft to an already enormous, oversized shelf of ass, he might add) using the anchorage on her feet from two pink high-heeled shoes... and on her hands from two pink-handled katanas, driven deep into the steel. She looked to be smiling, laughing, as she drove them deeper and deeper, plunging them into the robot's forehead.

"Haha! Come play with me for a bit instead, sweetie!" The prototype tried to raise its hand to swat her off, but plunging those katanas another foot deeper made its arm go limp all over again.

The girl was around three feet tall, significantly shorter than him, and seemed to have been poured into a black latex bodysuit. Of course, Kenta was no stranger to latex by now, but her pink bustier fitted over her watermelon tits was definitely a nice addition. And the booty in back surpassed plenty of the girls he knew... a heavenly donk. More to the point, she had the unmistakable aura of a professional killer about her, gleefully fighting in a battle to the death against a much larger enemy.

Then there was the bat ears, the bat wings... and the strangely large eyes that took up almost two thirds of her face. Yep, definitely not human.

Maybe he'd have stared longer if he could, watching her shapely ass flexing as she used the strength of her massive thighs to sensually work those blades deeper and deeper, like a stripper on the pole... but he didn't really have time for that right now.

Kenta stood speechless, staring at the sight of the tiny, voluptuous bat creature as she squatted down. Shiny, black thighs parted out to the sides with a pink-handled katana thrust up between them, embedded in Thoth’s skull and blocking his view of a vacuum-sealed cunt. She looked down at him through blue-lidded eyes, a predatory smile forming on her plush lips as she ran her fingertips up and down the hilt of her blade, almost lovingly stroking it as if it was something else entirely.

"Shouldn't you be saving the day, hero~?" The ninja teased, rolling her hips forward until her plump mound pressed against the backside of the blade, spilling around and caressing the metal. She dragged her crotch upward, working it like a stripper pole as she stood, eventually raising her heeled foot high above her head to bring down onto the top of the katana's hilt with a loud clack and another spray of sparks. The resulting shockwave caused practically her entire body to jiggle wondrously. "I'm not doing this just because I like it, you know."

The sound rang out in Kenta's ears like a gunshot, finally snapping him out of his trance. "Er-... R - Right!" With an awkward response, he took off for the Rakuraizer's cockpit in order to end the fight while the tiny, sensuous warrior held the rampaging robot at bay.

Episode 5: The Hangar Bay Battle

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"Come, now..." the little ninja laughed at the infected robot's efforts, "Can't you take a hint when a girl's trying to tell you no~?"

She turned her foot sideways on the blade, locking the katana’s hilt into the deep groove between her boot's heel and sole. Then, in one fluid movement, the ninja flipped, first causing an explosion of firework-like sparks from the beast’s suddenly-evacuated skull, then a pink crescent that trailed her as she shot skywards.

She came down just in time to see the skeletal monstrosity lurching forwards, raising its arm yet again. The scraping, bending roar of metal-on-metal sounded like the cry of an evil beast as it swung once again in a single-minded effort to crush her.

BOOM!

Its hand came down.

... only to stop halfway to crushing her. And looking below that shaking, squealing mess of machinery, Kenta soon saw why: the bat had swung her plump and shapely leg skywards, showing off plenty of flesh in the process, but more importantly causing the pink blade still clutched in her toes to go straight through the beast’s wrist and pin him in place.

"But it's okay, you're just trying so hard!"

Arching her back, the tiny bat twisted while her legs remained in place, spinning her second blade upwards to cut off Thoth’s hand at its wrist with another neon-pink crescent slash. Its severed hand came crashing down to the floor of the hangar with an earthshaking thud, not just leaving a deep dent but tossing up an obscuring cloud of dust into the air.

Flailing wildly, the robot finally succeeded in hurling the brat-bat off, but it was only a short-term victory. She jetted straight up into the air and a moment later the saucy little minx came straight back down lithely on top of it, landing in a squat that stylishly emphasized her meaty butt and muscular thighs. Hard to believe someone so little could have such big legs, but it made sense watching her vaulting around the place as if spring-loaded. How much power did that little body have?

Behind her, Kenta reached Rakuraizer... only to find it hopelessly entangled with the fallen G-Corona. Valuable seconds ticked away as he began to pick his way through the rubble, looking for a way in.

Meanwhile, the Geomorph-robot hoisted itself up into a sitting position, bracing itself on the stump of its severed hand. It raised its other hand to point at Rouge...

"Get out of there! The weapon systems are coming online!" shouted Roll from the sidelines, and Rouge's ears barely pricked up in time.

"But we didn't give it any weapons!" called Swan back.

"It's... developing something!"

Sure enough, something was happening with the fractured pieces of Thoth’s hand. Suddenly, the fingers broke off, changing before her eyes into individual units that lifted into the air, circling and moving around her. They rocketed across the room, following the motions of the Geomorph's outstretched hand, before shooting at her at full speed. Now they looked more like knives, propelled forwards by some unknown malicious energy.

"Oho~?" Rouge watched the separated fingers of the Geomorph twist and form into flying, bladed instruments with a bit of curious delight. "Where was all this enthusiasm before, hmm? Just have a hard time getting going, then?"

The blades began circling the sleek, inky bat, spinning above her head with a wide berth like a pack of wolves about to jump on their prey. Naturally, the sly girl’s response was a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

She spun her katanas around to hold them backwards, placing them behind her, the sides against her shapely, shiny-black ass, lifting the cheeks to spill and jiggle nicely. It seemed like all of her 'stances' were made to titillate and tease as much as possible, like a stripper-cum-ninja.

Or maybe she was just getting off on all of it.

Slowly, saucily, Rouge bent down while keeping her arms in place, arching her back and causing her massive, bustiered breasts to wobble, as if to present herself to her opponent. She was teasing the Geomorph into thinking she was defenseless, all while taunting it with a smoky, dripping voice. "Well? Don't keep me waiting~ ❤ "

In a split-second, the Geomorph’s blades shot downward towards her, crashing into the ground like giant bullets. The hangar shook with a loud, booming sound as a cloud of dust exploded around the area they made contact. However, when the smoke cleared, the ninja was nowhere to be found.

"Having trouble penetrating me, honey~?" she called out from high above. The Geomorph raised it's large skull to see the bat walking on the ceiling, her heels digging into the concrete and leaving little holes like she was effortlessly strutting down a catwalk, her arms behind her head and showing off all of her jiggling frame like she lived on having eyes on her shiny, voluptuous form.

All in all, it was a world-class distraction - even Kenta himself would have stared too, if not for prevailing circumstances. Instead, he scrambled into the Rakuraizer's busted-up cockpit, still halfway destroyed from the damage inflicted by Cozy. He grumbled to himself about how if he got out of this alive he should totally turn her in as a Geomorph general, but even in his anger he knew it was just hot air.

Such an action would go against everything he stood for. He was going to save her, too.

He powered the systems on, bathing himself in the cockpit’s cool blue lighting. Half-functioning screens showing a myriad of errors and warnings, while loose sparking wires hung.

Foregoing his pilot suit, Kenta gripped the controls and tried as much as he could to get the robot to stand, figuring that there wasn't much time at all and he couldn't just leave the strange, overly-sexy bat ninja lady hanging. Watching her work was mesmerizing and he had no idea where the hell she came from, but questions could always come later.

"Gahhh. Sorry, ATHENA. Sorry, Rakuraizer. I know you're hurting but we need you!"

Rakuraizer’s eyes lit up, and Rouge smirked. With a smile, she stopped, stretched her arms with a little 'mmmm' and then slammed the hilts of her katanas together with a little 'click'.

"Looks like Loverboy's about to make his heroic move, so shouldn’t that be my cue to step aside?!”

But the only response from the blades was to pull themselves from the ground with a rumble, spin in the air, turn to face the teasing little combat slut all at once... and then shoot straight for her!

“Oh, you’re no fun!” she laughed. And then she was on the move all over again.

Rouge squatted again in response, flexing her shapely thighs before leaping off the ceiling, concrete exploding beneath her feet with the force of her kick-off. She became a pink blur, jetting from finger to finger before landing back onto the ground with a loud clack of her heels.

Exhaling, she slowly stood, raising her katanas above her head. With another 'click', she disconnected them, and in the same instant, all of the blades exploded, bathing her with orange light from behind.

Moments later, a rain of fire and machine-parts came hurtling down towards Rouge, a storm of debris that would have sliced an ordinary woman to ribbons.

Thankfully, this feisty, buxom little bat was far from ordinary.

She turned back to Kenta and the gathered staff with a playfully innocent glint in her eye, resting her black-gloved fingertips on her chin as if miming: "How will I get out of this one...?" before turning back to face the onslaught with a slow, sassy orbit of her hips.

As two flaming lances hurtled towards her, the bat raised her arms simultaneously, twirling her fingers cutely by her head as her adaptive suit took over. Flash-flash, the material whipped away from her sides, one after the other, baring the healthy, fleshy skin beneath the suit as well as the massive swells of those huge bat teats. The jagged metal would have sliced her suit to ribbons if not... and it instantly reformed around her right after. Her control of her clothing looked to be on a whole other level compared to Sunset and Cozy.

Still with her hands folded behind her back, Rouge whipped her body one way, then the other, dodging two more huge hunks of the destroyed blades, then leapt backwards. Crashes and clangs echoed around the horny little fiend as she landed on her back on the ground, both hands supporting her butt and keeping it lifted, huge, strong legs fanned all the way apart in a 180 degrees splits.

And then just giggled coyly as the biggest piece of wreckage yet crashed between her thighs. It was so close the flames must have been licking her crotch, yet not a trace of fear was shown in the confident bat’s face.

But plenty of heat was showing somewhere else: stripper-spreading those massive wobbly thighs turned her latex suit vacuum-tight across her lower body, not just outlining her thigh muscles but highlighting her crotch: as the fires licked her body, the bat's suit tightened almost of its own accord, digging into both her chubby holes simultaneously with a loud, naughty 'schlorp', as if penetrated by phantoms. The excessive detail of her crotch, each individual labia and the slit between outlined, became so much MORE, surpassing a sheer level of voyeurism that would be unheard of in any other kind of clothing. Only latex made this level of detail possible.

Her pussy peeling, spreading, folding and opening, the labial lines within sealed vacuum-tight by her skintight outfit... It was all so pornographic. Put frankly, it made the thick, plump mound of her hungry cunt and her fat asshole look held in tight, restrictive cling-wrap ready to burst at a moment's notice.

The bat moaned, arching her back, nearly losing the grip on her ass keeping her lower body propped up. "O - Oooh~! TIGHT! ♥" she whined sweetly.

"... I should be the one paying you girls for these kinds of thrills~! Uunnnh, I just came a little from that..."

It was a level of physicality beyond anything Kenta had ever witnessed before. His mad dash to attack a moment ago had taken all his strength, and a single wrong step could have spelled his doom. Meanwhile, this alluring creature danced through death and danger as if she’d been born to do it.

And the show wasn’t over yet. Rouge had already proved her athletic ability immeasurably... but the mech-trash was still raining down. Kenta saw another chunk of metal heading straight for the bat, and lying on her back as she was there didn’t seem to be any way out.

... Until she swung her legs together just in time to catch it between her heels, and aggressively kick it away. It hurtled across the room, lancing straight through one of Thoth’s eyes, and it recoiled with a metallic whine.

And just as she’d said, that was his cue. Kenta had finally finished start-up procedures. Behind Rouge, Rakuraizer was climbing to its feet, preparing to get this situation properly under control.

“Thanks for buying me some time, whoever you are...” he said to the prancing bat down on the ground. “Those slutty antics really did the job.”

And he was just about to ram the throttle when Swan’s face popped up on his display: "Kenta! We need you to restrain the ST-00! We need to avoid any more damage to it!"

“That’s a tall order, boss,” he grunted back. “But I’ll see what I can do!” His response to Director Swan, broadcast through Rakuraizer’s speakers, echoed through the hangar in a booming voice.

Outside the cockpit there was a rumble as debris fell off of the awkwardly moving mecha, a grasping metal hand pushing into the floor of the hangar and supporting the rest of its body as it shakily rose to its feet. The Rakuraizer was truly a mess: deep gouges, cuts and holes were still dotting the chassis from the fight with 21 and the Taiyaki Geomorph, but as long as Kenta was able to move, he was going to protect everyone he could.

Mismatched and blurry green lines began to crawl up Kenta's arms as he pushed the controls forward. Just the fact that he was able to move was a sign that ATHENA was still here, helping him in some capacity. Blood trickled down his chest.

The Rakuraizer leapt forward right as the Geomorph skeleton began to move again, and with the crashing and grinding of steel, he hooked its arms underneath his opponent’s, raising the infected mecha up in a full nelson. The straining and snapping sound of support cords rang out as the metal beast was lifted off of the ground, its chest, and the core, bared wide open.

"I've had... just about... enough out of you!" Kenta's effort showed through in his voice as he wrestled with the deranged titan. Rakuraizer's RAI-OH system fired off again and again, Volt Colliders pulsing through the restrained beast like he was trying to taze it. For just the briefest moment its struggles lost some of their strength as it let out a raspy, metal roar.

But the Control Crystal ensured this beast was truly berserk: restraining it was like holding onto a wild animal, limbs thrashing, fangs slashing the air as they blindly sought their opponent, and more metal outcrops and jagged weapons bursting forth all the while. One came close enough to slash Rakuraizer’s face before Kenta valiantly wrenched the controls away, smashing Thoth through the hangar room's wall with an elbow strike.

Again and again the thing in his arms roared, struggling to break free. And with that much frantic, insane strength it might have if it weren't Kenta at the helm. He tightened its grip with single-minded determination.

“Can’t... hold on... for much longer...!”

"You’re right.”

That voice! Kenta’s eyes darted to the side, where he saw Rouge was already shooting to her feet. “You got it in one, loverboy. I think we’ve all had enough fun for one day!”

Rakuraizer and the prototype thrashed against each other again, and once again it almost broke free. “Whatever you’re gonna do, do it fast!”

Rouge grinned. Tossing her dual-blades aside, she searched about for something larger... and her eyes sparkled when she saw a fallen rack of weapons for the giant robots, including a long-bladed dagger ten feet long. Alongside her cartoonishly-small body, the contrast was obvious.

So why, then, was she able to kneel down, clasp it with both hands, then exert herself only a little - barely a grunt - before hauling it up into a two-handed grip, swinging it around like a javelin? It looked like if she lost her grip for even a second the huge implement would flatten her completely, but her latex-clad figure was already turning back around. Holding the handle in one hand, she placed the other on top of the blade, lining up the angle with the Geomorph's exposed heart...

"Here goes nothing..." she murmured.

With a single flap of those little wings of hers, a dust cloud stretched out in all directions before Rouge hurled herself forwards as if fired from a cannon, weapon in hand. She struck the heart with unerring accuracy, her opponent not able to escape the iron grip holding it in place.

Five feet of the blade slid in immediately, cracks spreading over the core's surface. Rouge landed with her feet on the crystal... just in time for jets of light begin to pour out of it as the cracks grew larger and larger...

"Uh oh!" she gasped, right before the explosion bathed the hangar in bright, bright light. Rakuraizer lost its footing, its grip on the other robot, and Kenta was aware of hurtling towards the ground.

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When he came to again, Kenta found Rakuraizer on its back, the cockpit mostly destroyed. He was exposed to the open air. In his dazed, semi-conscious state, he became aware of what felt like two big, squishy marshmallows, with a tasty little peach between them, resting directly on top of his face. All glossy, black and shimmering. How had this happened...?

It all smelled nice... rather like a woman... which was odd given the circumstances. And was that a little tail buried between those two huge, round, plump curves...? It was hard to know much of anything about his situation as he slowly emerged from unconsciousness.

"M - mmph." Kenta grunted, confusedly, muffled by whatever it was that was on top of him. Still groggy, he reached up and sunk his hands into the black, slick surface resting on his face as he tried to get a handle on what was going on. Was he still alive? Did it work? How did he get like this? The smell was almost intoxicatingly sweet, but also a bit tangy.

Eventually, his hand found purchase around what felt to be a small outcropping on top of the plush, smooth mounds that were burying him, and he gave both the outcropping and one of the mounds a grab and a squeeze.

It started slowly, a little purr at first as his fingertips grazed that fat, yet stubby little tail. Then as he grasped it and gave it a nice tug, the sound rose in pitch and intensity... before finally breaking out into what it had been all along, a sinfully whorish moan.

"Ohhhhhhh... Fuuuuuckkkkk..." he heard, nice and loud and proud, as those two huge blubbery buns on top of his face began to wiggle. Not just side-to-side but against him, smooshing on his face and grinding down on him. When he felt his eyes, nose and mouth buried in black latex, and his nose being buried in a hot, sticky, dripping cunt - that smell was the best of all - he finally realized what had happened.

"Mmmmh... Who is doing that... Ohhhh... So fuckingggg gooooooodddddd..."

As Rouge came back to consciousness, she sat up as well, suddenly putting the entire weight of her whole giant ass on Kenta's face, instead of just some of it. As his vision filled with more than just black, shiny latex, Kenta's full awareness came shocking back into him and he realized what he had just done. The response that he had gotten had made it fully clear that he had just copped a feel of the small bat ninja who was, somehow, resting on his face.

She’s so light, he thought to himself. She had just hefted a huge weapon made for a giant robot, but she didn’t feel much heavier than Sunset or Cozy. He would have found it a bit insane if he wasn't already accustomed to feeling that everything was insane by this point.

I could just pick her up and...

His cock twitched and sprung to life.

Fuck.

Kenta repurposed his efforts towards getting out from underneath her. He tried to scramble backwards at the same time he placed his hands on the bottom of the plump and massive ass on his face, trying to lift her upwards even as trails of fem-cum dripped onto his cheeks and nose.

Kenta thrust his hands into the plush material, fingertips vanishing entirely as he went deeper.

"S-sorry about that uh..." He tried to look anywhere else as he laid, holding the bat-girl mid-deadlift, but everywhere that his eyes fell, there was either black and shiny latex or the rapidly rising twitch of his own boner. "Didn't realize that was you..."

Unsure of what to say or do, he just kind of ended up laying in place, frozen and waiting for the ninja to hop up before he could, out of courtesy.

And she was awfully slow to respond, too. Probably because he was still erect, and her eyes were glued to his crotch. His stiffness hadn’t escaped the busty bat bitch’s notice, and she was struggling to tear them away.

His rising, throbbing boner tented his pants, and she stared at it dumbly with a finger on her chin and drool running down from her plush lips.

"Huh...?" she murmured, trying to turn to look at him, but just finding her eyes dragged back the second he so much as twitched. Now he knew how a busty girl felt being stared at by a tit maniac. She bounced on his face when it twitched again, as if startled.

She finally resorted to closing her eyes, turning her head, then opening them again... and realized she was sitting on his face, dousing his whole head in extremely-potent animal pheromones. "Oops. Heehee~ Didn't mean to put another attempt on your life again so soon, stud. Or maybe we can make this your reward, for helping me take down that Geomorph?"

God, she smelled amazing. It was the sort of raw, animalistic smell that made Kenta want to forget all about everything that just happened, grab onto those abundant, shiny cheeks and drill his rock-solid cock far enough into her sopping cunt to strike oil. Or thoroughly knock her up. Whichever came first.

Either way, she slowly and carefully extricated herself: which came across like a fucking joke after seeing her move quick as a whip earlier. What, suddenly she could only move at a snail's pace, grinding her ass on his face a few times for good measure in the process? She even 'tripped' and went right back to where she'd started, forcing him to catch her butt in his hands.

"Rouge, don't you think you've teased him enough?" laughed Swan, and the bat sighed and shrugged theatrically. With a ninja-like flash of movement, she was suddenly up and off him, vaulting over the side of the cockpit and landing in the wreckage of the hangar.

Rouge? Was that the name of the ninja who had just dragged her pussy all over Kenta's face? It probably was, considering that he didn't really know the name, so by process of elimination that's what it should be, right? Whatever, thinking was hard right now.

Kenta took his first look at the place since their battle.

Damn.

They'd really trashed it.

Workbenches overturned, enormous gouges ripped out of the wall. The metal flooring riddled with craters and fissures. Three equally-smashed up giant robots tossed around the room like a little girl's dolls. Staff were already pouring in to correct some of the damage, and Rouge whistled as she took it all in.

Kenta staggered up to his feet. Now that he was thinking about it, his back was utterly aching, and his entire body was sore from the fight. It probably wasn't a good idea to get the blood pumping that much, considering his injuries.

As Kenta looked around at the destruction, his heart sank a little bit. A lot of people put in a lot of time to keep this place running and now there was this much damage? How long would it take to get everything whipped back into shape? He was going to give Cozy a stern talking to as soon as he could.

Still, Kenta thought, at least nobody was killed or badly hurt. Despite all of the carnage, nobody seemed to have perished, and he looked to be the only one with more than a few scrapes and bruises. Sunset was fine (even though she was still bite-sized), and so was Swan, Roll and the MG Science Team. Sighing, he gave a bit of a smile.

"Looks like it's over for now, ATHENA." Kenta said, a bit wistful and apologetic. "Sorry for all the trouble. Hopefully you can rest and recover now. Thank you for everything. I mean that."

With a grunt, he hauled himself out of the cockpit and into the hangar.

"So. What now?"

Then the adrenaline that had been rushing through his system left him, and Kenta collapsed face-first onto the floor. He was out again, and this time for a lot longer.

Episode 6: Smut With Rouge

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When Kenta came to, he was in a hospital bed, hooked up to some beeping machine. He could already tell he was going to be here for a while.

The sterile, white-sheeted bed that Kenta had been staying in was starting to feel uncomfortable and stifling. The hit that he took was worse than he thought, and he lost more blood than he realized, but he’d do anything to get up off this hard mattress.

His feet hung off of the far edge of the bed, it being just a bit too small to fit his height when he was completely splayed out like he was. It made him feel awkward, like the whole room wasn't meant for him at all.

It wasn't easy for someone like him to stay still for very long. What were his students up to in the meantime? Would they have a substitute? Kenta wondered exactly who they'd be able to get for something like that, considering the nature of most of the girls. Hopefully Miss Clarissa could handle it, because imagining some random guy coming in and messing with his girls just set him on edge and triggered that part of his brain that made him want to protect and defend them all.

... Though if he was being completely honest, knowing the girls, he'd probably have to defend the substitute from them if that was the case. They would probably eat the poor guy alive like a pack of lions descending on a gazelle. Sexy lions. Most with large tits. Okay, so the metaphor was breaking down, but it was more of a reason that someone like Clarissa should be the one to handle them in his absence. Or Celestia.

...

No, wait, scratch that, not Celestia. If that was the case, he'd probably come back to her having filled their heads with some weird ideas. Kenta shuddered a bit, imagining all of the crazy things she could do. Well, shuddered, but also a bit turned on, but he didn't want to admit that last part.

...

A few of the girls were around, and Director Swan quickly got him back up to speed with the situation. Repairs had begun, with the teams intended to work round the clock until the base was functional again. He'd be stuck in bed for at least another week, so a substitute teacher had been arranged until then.

When he asked about Rouge, Swan looked nervous... but agreed he deserved to know.

"The truth is... she was a result of the fighting 10 years ago. She is... a Geomorph General."

Now that was a lot to take in so suddenly! But Swan reassured him: "Don't worry! She's safe to be around! Really!"

She pressed on, letting him hear everything.

"The leader of the Geomorph invasion force we fought back then, the one that was nearly crushed but escaped at the last moment to go and lick her wounds... was the Geomorph Commander, the one known as Condesce. All the Generals, Rouge included, are her daughters.

"But, unlike Dominator and the rest of their ilk, Rouge fell into our hands. And we've been raising her since, training her to utilize her superhuman capabilities."

Swan smiled sadly, looking distant for a moment. "She's proof that peace could truly exist between our races... but as long as her sisters are with the Condesce, she'll continue to fill their hearts with hatred for humanity."

Shaking his head, Kenta tried to change his train of thought. He didn't really have a lot to say at the moment, but it left him with something to think about. The more he mulled over Rouge being a Geomorph General, the more it made sense, seeing how very inhuman her movements and strength was. Not to mention her looks as a whole. There was no way someone like that could pass for normal, and it almost made him feel a bit sad. He’d go nuts having to sit around and do nothing for a week, he couldn't imagine how someone like Rouge felt having to stay cooped up for her entire life.

Still, the fact that she seemed to be mostly friendly (even if she was really flirty and seemingly turned on all of the time) gave Kenta some hope. Afterall, Cozy was a Geomorph, too, and there was definite proof that they could get along with Humanity just fine. It made him determined to see his path through and protect his tiny "partner" as well.

He wondered exactly what would come of that. Cozy had tried to take them down from within, and even though Kenta didn't want to see anything bad happen to her, she did need to face repercussions somehow. The last thing he wanted to see was her being locked up and treated wrongly. He would need to have a long chat with the titanic-titted troublemaker as soon as he could. He hadn't been able to get some time alone with her since the incident, and even though she did show up when he first came to, it was around the other girls, so he couldn't exactly broach the topic right then and there.

Furrowing his brow, he realized that as soon as he got the irksome brat alone, she would probably try to get at his cock and come onto him in some kind of ploy to keep his mouth shut. 'Oh no, you found out I've been a bad girl! Please daddy, I'll do anything if you don't tell, you can use my body in any way you - '

Kenta shook his head to clear out the warm, cloudy thoughts starting to mist his mind up like a sauna. Looking down, he saw that his sheets were starting to tent. He was more pent up than he realized, and it wAsn’t like a hospital gown offered much in the way of cover. If he got excited here, it was really easy to tell.

He slapped his cheeks, threw the covers off of him and stood up, shedding the ill-fitting gown and pulling on a loose pair of shorts that had been provided for him. Kenta couldn't just lay there and let his mind run wild. If he needed exertion, then maybe some exercise in MG's gym would get his blood pumping and his head unstuffed. Surely no one would be upset at him for staying fit.

Going out in just a small pair of shorts, especially ones that ended up bowing deep in the middle with the sheer weight of Kenta's huge junk, would normally be a little risky, but it should be fine this late at night. Not like anyone around the base was going to be nocturnal, right?

So he crept down the hall, broad-shouldered, muscular body looking a little surreal moving so soundlessly, and eventually came to the gym. But he froze just before entry: curiously, the lights were all on and music was pouring out.

Well, nothing for it. He ducked inside.

As one would expect, MG's gym was rather lavish in fitting with the rest of the base. A big open area with dozens of machines, as well as a full shower room out back. There was even a modest spa with a sauna and jacuzzi.

It also seemed to have come furnished with something else unexpected: a potent, 'frustrating' smell, one that almost immediately overwhelmed him, leaving his nostrils itching and his mind foggy. He breathed it in deeply by accident and immediately felt light-headed. He also became aware how long it had been since he'd last cum... his mind flickered back to being buried in that bat's groin earlier and he realized the smell was nostalgic of that. He naturally associated with that lewd bitch's meaty cunt pushing down on his face, dripping her arousal right onto him.

The reason why became clear when he opened the door: that very same bat was straddling one of the exercise machines rather engrossingly, having shed her latex catsuit for something more traditional: a black sports bra and yoga pants with white trim. All of it struggled to contain her curves, of course, the material stretched nearly sheer on the bat's fat curves, but the real appeal was in her raised arms. Sitting on the Machine Fly as she was, arms up by her sides, it quickly became obvious the bat was absolutely stewing in her own sweat, the steamy aroma of a girl in the middle of a deep workout routine being partially responsible for the spread of her hot, sticky pheromones about the room, up his nose and straight to his brain... guiding his cock to harden and harden and harden! He could see straight to the bat's sticky armpits as she worked out, lifting 200 kilograms like a regular person might manage 50: the only place where her pheromone smell might be stronger was the crotch of her black stretchy yoga pants... but these naughty pits were fully on display, slick, dripping, pouring with scent. Just a few seconds of licking or tasting her supernatural sweat pits in her current state would probably have him ready to cum in a flash!

If the brief exposure that Kenta had to Rouge's superpowered pheromones before caused his cock to stand at attention, then being completely engulfed in it as he was currently was doing much, much more. It set his body and mind on edge almost immediately, making him feel a bit drunk off of the tangibly humid atmosphere. It caused his muscles to tighten up. In any other situation, he might have noticed the fact that his rod was so hard that it was pushing the waistband of his shorts out in their futile attempt to contain what was desperately trying to break free. He might have thought twice about trying to go through with his idea of working out his frustrations. But since his brain wasn't exactly in full control of his faculties, the door clicked closed behind him as he walked inside, a generous trail of a clear-white liquid pre dripping down off of the front of one of the legs of his shorts.

Rouge looked up, smiling when she saw him walk in. Rather than responding, it looked like the sight of his body had a different effect on her: looking at his hard muscles and sexy body just made her start lifting more enthusiastically, granting the bat a hormonal second wind. "Grnngh..."

He should probably have said something instead of just staring as he walked, but his mouth was suddenly so dry. Any attempt to breathe in just filled him more and more with that wonderful, thick and sweet scent.

Sure, he could totally at least get a run in. The rational side of his brain didn't even question the fact that the treadmill he chose was close by to a three foot tall creature made of complete sex who was currently eyeing him up like a predator eyed fresh meat. The only difference was that it was hard for Kenta not to look at her the exact same way. Even after starting his run, his gaze was completely and utterly fixed on Rouge’s form.

Her legs dangled off of the side of the seat that she was straddling, not even reaching the floor. Standing, she came about up to Kenta's waist, lips suspiciously (fortunately) around the height of the base of his dick. Rouge was tiny.

That's not to say she was small, though. Sweetie Belle, Bache and Ashley were small. Hell, even Cozy was small if you didn't count her chest. Rouge, on the other hand, was like someone took the proportions of an S-class stripper and squashed her down to half the size. Her curves were the very ideal of womanly, and looking at her toned but plush body felt like it was a sexual experience all on its own.

Kenta continued to focus on her as he ran, watching her chest rhythmically squash as she brought her arms in, and then bounce free as her arms went out, absurdly jiggling, wobbling and finally coming to a rest before the whole process started over again. Squish. Bounce. Wobble. Repeat. With each movement, her back arched, driving that thick cunt grinding into the padding of the seat cushion and he couldn't help but notice a considerable patch of shiny liquid on the seat around her, flowing so much as to even start to drip off of the sides.

Kenta picked up his pace, rivulets of sweat pouring off of him, sliding down between his hard, cut muscles as he ran, his whole body tightened up like a coil just waiting to be sprung. His rock-solid cock eventually broke free of its meager restraints, the leg on his flimsy pair of shorts creeping up enough to just let his entire bouncing package spill out. His thick, long shaft and bouncing, full balls full of potent seed leading the way while the rest of his body tensed to the exertion.

He couldn't notice, however. His mind was too hazy to think about anything aside from how much he wanted to breed the bitch in front of him like a primal beast, and if anything at all changed to allow it, he probably would.

The juicy, hot smell of the bat's fresh, sticky armpits continued to permeate around the room - probably the cause of what happened next. Kenta's giant cock and balls completely fell out of his shorts, the huge stud barely paying attention. He ended up panting, gasping, shutting off the machine and just... doubling over, thrusting his hips energetically, fucking the air with powerful swings like a wild beast. Utterly paralyzed by animal pheromones, he was caught in Rouge’s trap. “Nnnhhh... Fuck...”

Rouge purred, looking over, fluttering her eyelashes hungrily. Her tongue poked up from under her bottom lip, slowly sliding across her mouth as her eyes glowed. She was smiling, cheeks rosy-red. "Oh, that's a big cock, sweetie... It looks so hard it's about to burst... that incredibly sexy, hard cock..."

The next thing he knew, time had shot forwards. It was like he'd blacked out for a moment, just grunting and gritting his teeth as he could only feel the throbbing of his rigid cock with all the veins standing up. Lightheaded didn't begin to describe it.

When he came to focus again, the saucy bat was sitting between the treadmill's handles in front of him, using the entire digital readout to support her ponderous ass. She had one foot resting on either arm of the machine, which meant her crotch was pointed directly at his face. Looking at her legs really hammered home how fat her thighs were: her legs were thicker than any of the girls twice her height. Maybe Adagio had her beat, and even then it would be close.

Rouge shifted her ass, and the controls beneath her beeped. She crooned in the back of her throat as the machine started going faster beneath Kenta's feet, sending him hurtling backwards. He might have spilled off altogether if not for what she did next: folding her arms behind her head, giving him a double-barreled blast of her sweet-smelling pheromones, plunging him even deeper into lust-crazed stupor. "Come to meeee~" she purred.

His legs span, running faster and faster as Rouge mercilessly put him through his paces. He ran until he felt like they were burning... then he ‘blacked out’ again. Which was to say once again he was just so fucking horny he couldn’t even think.

When he came to, his face was buried in the bat's armpit, his nostrils flaring, his tongue slobbering and lapping up her sweat. She was moaning in his ear, one hand on his shoulder and the other holding the back of his head, keeping him in place.

Her eyes were rooted to that huge thing poking the undersides of her thighs. She made an effort to catch his cock between her feet, struggling because her legs were so stubby, and crowed with delight when she was able to catch and squeeze the apple-sized head between her tiny toes.

Then she hooked a thumb in her yoga pants and started tugging them down, clearly not finding any further words necessary. The treadmill, having served its purpose, whined to a halt beneath him as Rouge gave him a flash of her bare, naked cunt.

It smelled even better than under her arms. Just going off that, this bratty bat was more than ready to be mated. She pursed her lips seductively, lust overtaking her expression. "You're looking at me like you want to get sandwiched in my pussy lips... But don't underestimate me... I'll make your cock melt, boy!"

Kenta stared directly at Rouge's bare, dripping cunt like it was an oasis. His hips shivered under her touch and he gripped the rails with enough strength to cause them to bend, his biceps and pecs flexing under the strain as he moaned.

Was she talking? Due to how hazy his mind was, he could barely make out the words she was saying and everything coming out of her lips sounded to him as 'paint my womb with your cum', 'fuck a baby into me', 'turn me into your breeding slut', or some combination thereof. His animalistic instincts were driving him wild and, panting and moaning, he poured with sweat as his throbbing cock radiated heat and begged and ached for release.

So, doing exactly what he thought he heard, Kenta grabbed the tiny little fucksleeve by her ankles and yanked her down off of her perch on the console with a squealing yelp. He slammed her onto the treadmill without a care for how hard he did it.

She could take it.

In fact, he was pretty sure she could take a hell of a lot more than just that, so he wrenched her legs upward, doubling her over, putting her feet by her head as he pressed down on her. The underside of his cock pressed into her meaty cunt with a wet squish, and a stream of his precum jetted from the tip to splash all over Rouge's ample chest.

If Kenta was paying attention, he would have seen that the slutty little minx's tongue forced its way out of her mouth, attempting to stretch its way towards the spilling liquid in a desperate attempt to taste, accompanied with a whining moan.

But instead he just gripped onto her legs tighter, positioning her hips, dragging his cock along her puffy vulva, her pussy almost opening for him as he shoved the head of his aching cock into the waiting hole it was designed for.

His mind exploded into sparks and his balls tightened up, dumping its contents. Rouge could just see his cock visibly pulsing with the movement of all of the thick semen traveling down his shaft... right until it all entered her. Shot after shot after hot, heavy cum jetted into her, as he came immediately after slipping just the head inside. A few moments later and she was leaking copiously, his semen running down her ass to spatter on the treadmill beneath her.

The very second warm semen splashed her insides, her eyes rolled back in her head and she started cumming too, both these sinful pleasure-seekers descending deeper and deeper into the heat claiming both of them.

But if she was about to gloat, it died in her throat. Because instead of being done, Kenta just began to fuck in earnest, shoving that long, thick rod downward, causing the load he just pumped into her waiting cunt to rocket outward and splash over the both of them. His cock wasn't dying down, and he instead pistoned his hips, thrusting like a possessed animal into the plush onahole below him.

"Hoooooooooooohhhhh!!!" Rouge squealed at the top of her lungs as Kenta fucked her hard on the treadmill, immediately giving her the deep, hot cum tribute a fertility goddess like her deserved. She could barely move with her legs pinned up around her head and this massive barbarian brute-fucking her down so efficiently, so she just hissed and grunted and bucked hard beneath him.

The gym felt like a sauna, the air steaming around them. She clawed at her own clothes, trying to rip her top right off, and squirmed angrily when the lycra just stretched. "FUCK! Fuuuuck! FUCK!" she snarled, before finally tugging it off her head and tossing it to the side, leaving the little fuck-bat completely nude and soaked in sweat.

Geez her abs were tight. They were barely visible under her giant tits 99% of the time, but they were there. She was toned and taut and powerful.

"Mmmmmh! More!" she grunted, clinging to him, still folded over. The deeper he got, the more blatant the size difference between them became: he was trying to put a cock half a woman's size inside of her and everything you'd expect as a result was happening. She didn't have any sort of 'magic pocket' down there, his cock mashed past her cervix and sank into her squishy womb almost immediately... fuck, he was barely halfway in before that happened! After that he found out just how stretchy he was, being able to see his cock making a mountain in her belly. She giggled when she saw it, pressing her fingertip on the bulging tip... and tilted him down until it was nestled between her tits, trapping him in her cleavage and squeezing.

Of course he couldn't stand up to that! He only lasted another few minutes before Kenta was cumming again, and Rouge had a supreme look of satisfaction on her face as his cum jetted as much over her as inside her, soaking her body in long, steaming ropes of his semen. This time she collected plenty on her tits and hands, slurping up both with her tongue immediately.

When he drew his hard, throbbing cock out of her, she stared at it wide-eyed. "Shit, still hard... That giant cock is still hard..." She immediately hooded her eyes and grasped one of his huge nuts, giving it territorial squeezes. "Make a lot more for me... Make gallons more of this stuff and soak me~"

Rouge shoved him onto his back, her adaptive latex already forming a tight pair of thigh-high black boots, a belt around her breasts to stop them bouncing in her face and a shiny, black, tight choker... and climbed on top of him! She positioned her tiny, tight fuckhole directly over his cock and rode him down to the base, crooning all the while, squatting over him as she slammed her hips all the way down, giant ass thudding into his lap with a huge clap. With her hands grasping her thighs, the squatting bat started shaking her ass up and down, beating his cock with her squishy, painfully-tight, powerfully-grasping insides. "Mmh! Mmh! Mmhhhhhh!"

"HHHhhhhhFUCK!" Kenta tried his best to say something, anything other than the hisses, grunts and moans that were coming out of him, but he was way too far gone for coherent words with his cock grasped in alien pussy. Everything that this bat did was just egging him on further.

He grabbed onto Rouge's wings, yanking the twerking bitch down onto him proper as his hips rose, thrusting upwards like he was practically trying to fuck a hole through her. His head went white and he came yet again, pumping more and more semen into her and onto them as it exploded out of her tight hole and covered their midsections with thick, sticky cum. Before he could finish shooting the rest of his load, he hazed out again.

Coming to, Kenta realized he was fucking Rouge against the wall next to the treadmill, holding her up by the ankles with her feet pinned beside her head. He slammed his hips against her over and over and over, pressing his muscled torso against her huge, soft tits, her plush lips locked around his bare, sweaty nipple, circling her tongue around it. She groaned and her eyes rolled up into her blue-dusted lids as she was pumped full of cum yet again, his load going all over her ass, his legs, and the wall and floor.

The next thing he knew, he was buried in her ass, watching the giant globes rippling against his waist while thrusting. Letting her legs dangle, he had a white-knuckle grip on her arms, wrenching them back as he poured another load into another hole.

Then he was grabbing onto her ears while she swallowed his cock down to the base, using them as handlebars and watching ropes of his cum jetting out of her nose.

Then in the sauna. Then in the jacuzzi. Then with hot water streaming down both of their bodies in the shower.

How long it continued, Kenta couldn't possibly say. It felt like trying to grasp onto a particularly drunk night.

Once he finally regained his senses, he was wet and naked, laying on a bench in the showers and panting like he just finished running a marathon. His cock was finally wilted and he was staring up at the ceiling as he tried to fruitlessly grasp onto everything that had just happened.

"That. I. Wh. It. Wh...?" Words were still hard for Kenta, but he hoped he was verbalizing his confusion well enough as he began to scrape his brain together from the inside of his skull.

Rouge, meanwhile, sat outside on one of the exercise machines, smiling to herself as she leaned back against its frame. Still stark-naked, still soaked in semen despite it only being maybe 1% of the total volume of what Kenta had pumped out. The rest dripped from the surrounding equipment and walls, stinking up the room with all its vulgarity.

Bracing one hand on the machine's arms, she used the other to work a cigarette between her lips and light up, taking a few slow and steady puffs. "Mmm... Always tastes better after sex~"

Episode 6: Fixing Sunset

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Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Adagio Dazzle

<Adagio> Yo, lemme know when you get this. We need to talk.

<Kenta> Oh, hello, what's wrong?

<Adagio> Don't play innocent with me, dirtbag.
<Adagio> We both know what you did. Taking advantage of an innocent high-school girl like that.
<Adagio> ...
<Adagio> Anyway...
<Adagio> Because of that, I decided to have you do something for me as apology. That's all. I'm not hoping for a repeat, so don't get any... stupid ideas...
<Adagio> ... You must think this is pretty funny! Well, you won't be laughing when you hear what you're going to do for me.
<Adagio> And you WILL do it, or you'll be in deep trouble, haha...
<Adagio> It's about my... music group. I'm in a group, actually, we're called the Dazzlings. We're having a concert this weekend, and...
<Adagio> And I need you to come. I already got some free tickets, so don't even think about not coming.
<Adagio> But you can bring some friends, if you want. In fact, you should bring friends.
<Adagio> I... got a little excited after you took advantage of me, I must not have been thinking straight. But I told the girls I had a boyfriend and now they want to meet you.
<Adagio> Are you getting this? You better be following.
<Adagio> I just need you to come to the concert, then hang out with us backstage for a bit and... pretend to be my boyfriend. It's the least you owe me after... that!
<Adagio> Well? Have I made myself clear? Do NOT let me down on this.

Kenta stared at the screen. Why would she tell her group he was her boyfriend if she didn't... He shook his head to wipe away that line of thinking. He shouldn't have done it in the first place, though, she was right.

<Kenta> R-right. I'm sorry I meant to apologize but things just kept happening and
<Kenta> Anyway. Uh. Right! Sure. No problem, I'll do my best!

<Adagio> Good.
<Adagio> And one more thing.
<Adagio> It has to be convincing. I don't think they'll find it odd if we only kiss the one time, but... I do have certain... stand-out attributes...
<Adagio> Put another way, they'll know something's up immediately if you don't play the part. And any man I dated would be a freak for my ass... It's big, it's round, it's enormous, it looks great in yoga pants and thongs. He'd be constantly groping it, slapping it, playing with it.
<Adagio> ... So you'd better keep that in mind while you're around them. Sonata might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but Aria will definitely think something is off.
<Adagio> I mean... be honest, have you ever seen such a high quality butt? I'm on the school's stairmaster so much Celestia's proposing joint ownership.

<Kenta> Y-you want me to<Kenta> ...
<Kenta> ...Sure, okay.
<Kenta> You definitely do have a very nice butt.

<Adagio> Now that's what I like to hear. Good boy!

<Kenta> What I did get to feel of it was pretty great so that's understandable.

<Adagio> Well...
<Adagio> Behave, and do as you're told, and there might be a little extra for you as a reward...

<Kenta> I mean I'm not gonna be a doormat, you know.
<Kenta> But if it makes up for things, I'll help you out.
<Kenta> Though, I guess I'd help out if it wasn't for an apology, too. It's cool that you do music!

<Kenta> Still, if you like someone touching your butt, you should just be more honest with yourself about it.

<Adagio> Well, we're more of a pop supergroup and exotic dance sensation if I'm being honest.
<Adagio> BUT the other girls have been doodling in learning instruments a little here and there...
<Adagio> But yes, it is rather 'cool'.
<Adagio> You know, you won't see me the same way once you've heard me sing.
<Adagio> Singing is special, you know? Many ancient societies said songs were magical.
<Adagio> The charm I have on stage... well. Once you've seen me like that, you'll find it unthinkable that I'm the same girl as the one that sits in your class.
<Adagio> This isn't about getting my butt touched!!!

<Kenta> Never really thought about it like that but...
<Kenta> Yeah, I guess music definitely DOES play an important role
<Kenta> So songs being magical sounds pretty awesome to me.
<Kenta> Now I can't wait
<Kenta> And haha sorry, sorry, I couldn't help but tease a little

<Adagio> I should have just told them you're one of my dominatrix clients...

<Kenta> That.
<Kenta> Is definitely not something I expected to hear you say.
<Kenta> ...Though it makes a bit too much sense now that you said it.
<Kenta> Should you even be having clients like that at your age?

<Adagio> Like I have a choice!
<Adagio> Not all your students are wealthy little princesses, Mr. Tadashii... We'll do what we can to make ends meet.
<Adagio> And besides, I'm very good at it. I've been stepping on men like you for some time now.
<Adagio> Hard to believe I was still a virgin until last week, hmm~?

<Kenta> Given the profession, yeah a little. Sorry to break your streak, though it was just the tip so I mean if you REALLY wanted to, you could say it didn't count.
<Kenta> Jeez. Come to think of it, you're kinda reminding me of someone else I met recently...
<Kenta> Though honestly you're a lot nicer.

<Adagio> Hmph...
<Adagio> I bet you'd love to finish the job, then, wouldn't you? I can tell.

<Kenta> ...I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel good, but I'm not about to do something untoward! Only if you wanna keep going.
<Kenta> There's a lot there to appreciate. I'll make sure to give your butt all the attention it deserves if we do.

<Adagio> Like you could even handle all this~ Don't get your hopes up!
<Adagio> But it IS rather fun hearing you say so...

<Kenta> Lots to squeeze and hug and rub and spank... Yeah, I can see the appeal pretty clearly.
<Kenta> Plus, you clearly take care of the rest of yourself, and your P.E. grades are currently showing it, so good job there.

<Adagio> Of course! It takes a lot of effort to look this good.
<Adagio> Now, be a good boy and don't forget a little present... Something I can wear in front of the other girls and make them properly jealous.

<Kenta> Hmmm. How about a choker with that symbol you're always showing?
<Kenta> Fashion ain't my strong suit but I think it'd look good on you, considering the school one does at least.
<Kenta> ...I should ask Celestia why the school uniform has a choker...

<Adagio> Oh yes, that sounds perfect... Maybe get a few for my friends.
<Adagio> All girls look better in a collar, it's just fact~

<Kenta> On that, Miss Adagio, I can wholeheartedly agree. I'll see what I can do.

---

In the other room, Kenta barely had time to recover before he realized he was receiving a call from Sunset Shimmer. And what else was she calling about... but the upcoming show by the Dazzlings. Cutting her some slack, she was still pretty concerned about her current predicament.

Sure, she'd taken being transformed into a fun-sized bitch perfectly well in stride, but the possibility she might get barred from entry to the show was way more serious.

"Kenta! Are you awake? I need your help with something."

As Kenta spoke with Sunset, he looked around at the mess that he and Rouge made (though to be fair, it was mostly him). He'd have to get some cleaning robots on this as he left.

Eventually finding his shorts, Kenta tugged them on. Giving Rouge an awkward smile and wave, he jogged his way out of the gym, flagged down some cleaning robots and moved on his way back to his room as he continued.

"O-oh, uh. Yeah, I'm awake." He laughed a bit nervously. "No problem, I'll help, what's up?"

---

Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Sunset Shimmer

<Kenta> Oh. Uh. Sorry about this in advance, but...
<Kenta> Adagio wants me to act like her boyfriend in front of her friends...
<Kenta> I was gonna mention it sooner, but
<Kenta> ...Everything kind of happened.

<Sunset> Saving the world's been keeping us pretty busy, it's true.
<Sunset> And as for 'act like'... I'm sure she wants more than that. She just won't say it.

<Kenta> Really?
<Kenta> I mean, I guess I figured a bit, but it's hard to tell with her.
<Kenta> How do you even handle something like that? It's not like I could just bang everyone right out of the gate... I don't think

<Sunset> I thought doing that back in gym class was what got you into this in the first place, stud.

<Kenta> Th-that was an accident, I swear!

<Sunset> I'm just saying, you were her first guy. That definitely left an impression on her.
<Sunset> Anyway, I don't mind~ I kinda had my own designs on Adagio...

<Kenta> Ohhh? You're calling me a stud, but honestly it feels like you're the stud, here.
<Kenta> What kinda designs?

<Sunset> Do I really have to spell it out? She's hot as hell.
<Sunset> I just wanna slap the shit out of that ass...

<Kenta> God, trust me, you're not the only one.
<Kenta> It's heavenly.
<Kenta> You still have better tits, though.

<Sunset> Because they're bigger? Perv.
<Sunset> We both know you'd still love me even if I were flat-chested~

<Kenta> Of course I would, that's not gonna change.
<Kenta> But ha ha, look who's calling me the perv.
<Kenta> How long did you spend staring at yourself in the mirror when you were Cozy's size~?

<Sunset> Mm. A while.
<Sunset> I looked fucking amazing... It's a surprise our base's resident pervert didn't just pull his pants down and mount me right then and there.

<Kenta> If I had the opportunity, I definitely would have. Too bad everything happened the way it did.
<Kenta> ...Though uh. It kinda kept me occupied while I was in that hospital bed, because yeah. You looked good enough to pick up and use as a cocksleeve.
<Kenta> That's. Probably not something I should just be outright saying.

<Sunset> Unf~
<Sunset> Why? We are your cocksleeves.
<Sunset> Especially me.

<Kenta> God, you're spoiling me, here. You're such a tease, you know that?
<Kenta> You're just so amazing.

<Sunset> ... Cozy might even be able to help me change back, you know. For a night or two.

<Kenta> Hmm. Maybe, yeah... It looked like it was really hard to pull off, but maybe you can just get to the point where you can turn it off and on like a lightswitch.
<Kenta> There's probably a ton of things you can do when you're all. Uh. Compact like that.

<Sunset> I doubt it will be that simple, but who knows~?
<Sunset> Anyway... You earned it and more. You're amazing too.
<Sunset> I didn't get a chance to really say it earlier but you really pulled our fat out of the fire earlier. Everyone at the base owes you.
<Sunset> Which is why tonight's going to be all about you. Even if you strike out with the Dazzlings, you're definitely going to be slamming at least three bitches tonight.

<Kenta> H-heh heh... I didn't do all that much, no need to say it like that...
<Kenta> But, god, you keep going like this and you're going to kill me before we even get to that point

---

A trip to the other side of the base shortly after found Kenta reunited with Sunset... their first proper encounter in over a week. First he'd been too busy planning her defense, then they'd been too busy holding back the newest Geomorph... and then Kenta had wound up in the medical bay with grievous wounds. It was a long overdue reunion, which was probably why Sunset's eyes had such a light to them when she saw him coming.

She quickly hopped down from her chair, looking ready to race across the room towards him. Then she stopped, blushed, and ended up giving him a wave instead, before folding her hands behind her back. "Uh. Hey, you."

Sunset smiled, hands on her hips. "Finally out of bed, huh? Took you long enough, Swan's not running a hotel, you know."

Rolling his eyes at Sunset's attempt to be cool in her greeting, Kenta smiled, lifted his hand and gave the fiery girl a "Yo," back. Acting cool even when she was upset was just her way of playing things off.

No sense in forcing her to admit it, though. Sunset was Sunset, and that was what Kenta liked the best about her.

Of course there were the usually little tell-tale signs. A little wateriness to her eyes, fidgeting of her hands. Just the little things to let him know exactly how she felt seeing him again. He couldn't help but smile.

After all of the hectic encounters and crazy happenings, Kenta was relieved to see Sunset again, even if she did look like she was ripped right out of some of his lewdest wet dreams.

His girl had lost an entire two feet of height while remaining about the same proportions-wise. She was still instantly recognizable as herself, just through a very perverted filter of a shortstack. Those huge, soft eyes, that large face with the tiny nose and mouth. The rail-thin shoulders, barely half their previous width but still holding up those girnomo titties... Sunset's teen assets were as big as ever, but now they heavily weighed down a body that looked like it could barely support them.

And whereas before they'd sat nicely on her belly, now their full curve didn't really taper off until her thighs, almost her knees given how short her new legs were. It was super distracting.

Since none of her old clothes fit, she'd borrowed one of Roll's red dresses, despite straining it into a micro in the process. Stubbornly, she'd kept her old jacket which she wore over the top, even as it reached nearly to her feet. And the usual accessories: black leather boots and black leather choker, all available at any good retailer.

"So... As you can see... I haven't changed back," she said, indicating her tiny self, looking up at him. "I mean... augh. I did say it would be hot to have a body like this, and that's still totally the case, but... I can't exactly go to Adagio's concert like this..."

She had a point. From his vantage point above her, he was absolutely certain her tiny red dress didn't actually cover anything - her absurd tits were doing much more work in that department. It would have stirred his dick back to life if it wasn't for the fact that he was just way more relieved to see that she was okay, more or less.

His dick still stirred a little bit, anyway.

"I dunno," he laughed, giving her a bit of a tease, "I'm sure Adagio would be pleased to see you like this!"

She was right, though. While Kenta liked her the way she was, really any way she was, it'd be nice to have the old Sunset back too. Sighing, he realized what that probably meant.

That Geomorph report stated that a control crystal can leave the host with the properties of the one who made it, and if that was the case, then there's only one person who they could actually go to in order to get help.

"But uh... yeah, I'm sure you'd like to be able to, you know, get on with your life..." Kenta scratched the back of his head and looked away. "I think... I know how, but uh... it miiiiiight be a bit awkward..."

She looked pensive for a moment, as if dreading what was coming next. "So, you figured it out too."

Sunset climbed back up on her chair, folding her hands together beneath her breasts and between her legs. She stared down for a long moment. "So she has to be one of them, right...? It all makes way too much sense."

"During the fight with 21, ATHENA was the only thing that saved you. And it's able to detect Geomorphs on top of that. That's why Cozy tried to destroy it, and frame me for it."

She sighed. "You're going to tell Swan about her, right? It could only be a matter of time until she tries something else."

Kenta crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes in thought. Sunset figured it out. Of course she did, she was a smart girl. Kenta wasn't that bright, so there's no way that someone like him could be the only one to piece it together.

It was a tough decision. Well, normally in any situation from the outside, someone would probably say 'of course' and turn Cozy in. But...

"... I don't know." Kenta sighed. "I'm kinda afraid of what they'll do to her if they get their hands on her, you know?"

He popped his eyes open and turned to Sunset. "D - don't get me wrong, she needs to be punished and take responsibility for what she did! Of course! But it's just that... What are they gonna do to her, you know? Swan said Geomorphs and humans can live together, right?"

"Maybe..." he gave a bit of a shrug. "Maybe we can show her that she doesn't have to do what she did? She might know a way that you can turn back, maybe we should just talk to her first."

Kenta winced in expectation. Cozy had done a lot to Sunset. If he was still upset at what Cozy did, then there's no way that Sunset wasn't. But that doesn't mean that they should salt the earth. Cozy shouldn't be a pilot, that's true, but throwing her in a cell might not be the best idea, either.

Sunset seemed to resolve herself, nodding along with what he was saying. "You're right. Everyone deserves a chance to be forgiven for what they've done... maybe even aliens."

"I want to go with you when you talk to her, okay? She should definitely know how to change me back. After that, well... guess we'll just have to play it by ear."

Cozy Glow should still be around the base, probably in the rec room. It was late at night, but she didn't exactly keep to a regular person’s schedule.

Sunset put her hand in Kenta's, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Ready to go?"

Kenta nodded, holding Sunset's hand tightly. "Ready."

And with that, Kenta and Sunset set off to find the little troublemaker. What could possibly go wrong?

As usual, Cozy Glow's genre-savviness served her well. She was playing videogames in the rec room when Kenta and Sunset came in, and one look at their faces was all she needed to immediately know what was going on. The little munchkin set her controller down, sighed, and turned around to face them.

"Golly, looks like you got back on your feet even faster than the doctor said you would..." she giggled. "Buuuut she probably never could have pwedicted your little gym twip, either, heeheehee..."

"So... Cleawly you two didn't get lost on the way to Swan's office to tattle on me," she murmured, before pressing her fingertips together sheepishly. "Not that anyone would bwame you..."

Cozy flashed a demented little grin. "So that means you want something from me. Okay. Spit it out. What is it?"

Sunset immediately blurted out, "Kenta's not like that! He's not doing this just to extort you!"

And Cozy just smiled in response. "We'll see about that. Making me be a little goodie-two-shoes like you two is still getting something out of me, wii~iight~?"

"Auuugh... What a little troll!" grumbled Sunset.

Kenta remained quiet while the two mini-girls had their mini-fight. Cozy was extremely good at picking apart someone and knowing right where to dig to do the most damage, and he wondered just how in the world she knew about what happened in the gym, but he figured that asking right then would just be playing into what she wanted and wouldn't resolve anything. Eventually, he put his hands up to stop the two before they got out of hand.

"Alright, alright you two that's enough, don't make me send you to the principal's off - " Remembering who Celestia was sort of gave a new meaning to that joke, so Kenta stopped himself right there. "Er. Nevermind."

Sighing, he got to the point. "Yeah, Cozy, we know who you are, and I'm not about to out you or anything. That said, yeah, I do wanna get something out of you. We want you to tell us how to turn Sunset back. It's obvious that the crystal came from you, since... well..."

He gave another look over Sunset, comparing her to Cozy.

"Yeah. And if anyone knows anything about how to do it, it's probably you."

"Oh, but why~? She looks so much nicer this way!" Cozy gloated, checking out Sunset's new body with enough lust painted on her face to make even a perv like Sunset feel self-conscious. Not that Sunset covered up or anything.

"It's just a little more than I want to explain to friends and family, that's all," said Sunset, rolling her eyes.

"Alwight, fine. Hm~ I can teach you how to contwol it... But you're weally not going to tell anyone about me?" said Cozy, leaning forwards, batting her long, long lashes.

"Not unless you start causing more problems." Kenta pointed at Cozy. "Don't hurt anyone. Don't wreck anything. Honestly I kinda have the feeling that the problem in the hangar didn't even mean to happen."

"What you did was wrong. Hurting people is wrong. It's not like we can't live together and if you were to go and cause more problems, I'll just have to stop you again."

Kenta wasn't really very good at big speeches, and he wasn't really sure why he was letting Cozy off the hook so easily, but he had sworn to himself to protect people, and here was someone in front of him, so naturally that meant that she was to be protected, too.

"Heheheh... Well, you must be the dumbest guy ever, then," giggled Cozy, leaning back, putting her arms up. "Because I'm definitely a scorpion with a biiiig deadly stringer... Let me go, and... poit!"

She paused, looking up at him, eyes glowing with the look of a girl who'd been caught doing something naughty and was eagerly awaiting her punishment. Maybe she was trying to wind him up. "I'll definitely end up betwaying you again. Even if I didn't want to, we all have to obey the Geomorph Commander."

An eerie tension hung in the air, and it seemed to bug her the most of all, which was why she broke the silence again almost immediately: "Haaahh... Well, it don't matter too much either way."

"Dat was my last Control Crystal and there's no way Condesce will give me any more after my scwew-up. And Director Bimboboobs says I can't piwot G-Corona anymore either! So now I'm as helpless as a kitten..."

She batted her eyelashes, mood changing again just as suddenly. It made it hard to tell what her true feelings were and what was part of her deception. "I bet I couldn't even stop the enemy's sexy young pilot from forcing himself on me and doing UNSPWEAKABLE things to my body!!! Oh nooo~~~!"

Kenta glanced down at Cozy, roving his eyes over her form in response to her teasing. She was pretty good at the whole job of getting into someone's head and pushing the right buttons that made them want to mount her to get her to shut up. Thankfully, he was used to this sort of thing since he had to deal with Bache every single day.

"You know, you remind me of one of my students and I'm really glad you two don't know each other..." Kenta sighed. "Though you kinda got her beat in the tits department."

"I don't think you want to betray us again, Cozy. If the ‘Condesce’ is as bad as everyone makes her out to be, and you know you're not going to get any more crystals out of her, then it sounds like returning to her's not exactly on the table,” he pointed out.

"Plus, I don't think you have to. Rouge is proof of that."

Honestly, Kenta was just spitballing. He didn't have much of a way to know what Cozy's life was like under the Geomorph Commander, and everything he could try to compare it to just didn't add up, but from the way that she was deflecting, it just didn't seem like she was in a very good position. It made him feel a bit sad for her. She’d been created to do a certain thing, not been given a choice at what her life was about, and now she was being kicked out and shunned just because she messed up a few times.

No shit she'd be a scorpion, he thought.

Kenta bent down, kneeling in front of Cozy. He wrapped his arms around her gently. "So if you're gonna sting me, then sting me. I don't care because I'm gonna protect you, too."

"Hmph. It's your funewal," she shot back, turning her head away... although she didn't pull away from the hug, either.

"Hey... Mmh, cut that out... I mean it... Mmmhh!"

She put her arms on his, as if about to push him away, but instead settled for just giving them little squeezes.

"You're silly..." she finally said, before ducking in and giving him a little kiss on the cheek. He smiled at that.

That would have to do as a confirmation, Kenta guessed. Hopefully she'd fully come around one day, but at least she wasn't actively plotting their demise anymore.

She lingered, and it looked like they could take it deeper if he wanted... but he decided that probably wasn't a good idea, considering the tone of the conversation beforehand and the tone of the conversation going forward. Instead, he placed a hand on her head, patting her gently as he stood back up.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"So uh..." Kenta started awkwardly, not exactly sure how to continue, "How exactly do you 'control' something like looking like..."

He looked between Sunset and Cozy, particularly the area with their absurdly soft-looking chests "... like that?"

Cozy turned her attention to Sunset. "Alwight, let's get started... Hmmph..."

Of course, it wasn't a short process by any means. The superhuman feats the Geomorph Generals were capable of were things they'd mastered over many, many years, and even the basics were a struggle to learn. Especially with someone as short-tempered as Cozy giving the instructions and berating Sunset over the simplest of things.

In the end Kenta wondered if he shouldn't take a break. Sunset was looking frustrated as she sat on the floor, hands folded in her lap, eyes closed deep in concentration, so maybe some space would do her good. He wandered away and left the girls to it for a few hours.

When he came back, Sunset was still mad, but now her forehead beaded with sweat, too. But she did seem to have made some progress, looking a tiny bit bigger for her efforts.

All in all, it took her a full three hours of concentration and focus for Sunset to fully understand the process and begin reverting to her previous self.

Kenta heard the sound of ripping fabric and looked up just in time to see Sunset standing in the middle of the room, eyes closed, slowly growing before his eyes.

It was one hell of an experience. He almost tried to call out to let her know that she was about to rip her outfit, but figured that interrupting her concentration right then would probably be a bad idea. Instead, he decided to enjoy the visual splendor taking place before him.

Her body expanded and her clothes shredded along with them. As she got taller and taller, her dress became more and more stressed, shredding across her chest, turning to a few burdened strands of material... then finally ripping clean open. She thrust her hands in what remained of it and ripped it off the rest of the way, standing nude in the middle of the room.

Kenta had to change how he was standing. He never really figured he'd get to see something like this, so he guessed that he might have a new fetish.

It was impossible for him to not imagine the same thing happening while Sunset was in latex. His new life was going to kill him.

But she’d done it! She couldn't have looked happier. Sunset admired her reflection, lifting her arms in front of her face just to stare at them and reassure herself they were back to how they'd been before.

Although... she wasn't quite back to her regular self either. After all, who'd miss out on an opportunity to regain a little youth, right? And Kenta was none the wiser.

Sunset immediately caught Cozy up in a hug, lifting the brat off the ground with an explosive "WAH!" from Cozy. She swung her around joyfully, then put her down when she saw Kenta and ran into his arms instead.

With all of the daydreaming as he stared at what amounted to his wet dream goddess given life, Kenta was caught off guard when Sunset barreled into him and pressed those beautiful, naked tits into his chest. Wrapping his hands around the top of her ass, he pulled her in to reciprocate the hug as he tried to find the right words.
It was a very, very happy hug indeed, Sunset clearly feeling much more comfortable again. "I'm back! Wow! And here I was thinking I might have to repeat some grades!"

Kenta just tried not to draw attention to the fact he was rapidly getting turned on.

"I - it's good to have you back. Yeah, I uh. I bet that woulda been pretty awkward for everyone." He complimented the awkward statement with a chuckle. "And thank you, Cozy. You know, for helping."

Cozy continued to grouch, acting disinterested. Sunset, meanwhile, suddenly raised her head against his chest. "Oh my God! We have to go get ready!"

---

Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Cozy Glow

<Kenta> Hey.
<Kenta> Sorry for jetting as quickly as I did. Didn't mean to just leave you hanging like that.
<Kenta> If the thanks I gave felt hollow, then I apologize.
<Kenta> But thank you for helping out with Sunset. For real.

<Cozy> And I meant what I said too!
<Cozy> You're crazy, teach~ I tell you my boss is gonna come destwoy you and I'm gonna have to help her, and you're wowwied about something like that?!
<Cozy> You're either really confident, or really stupid!

<Kenta> Why do you gotta help her?
<Kenta> I mean, Rouge isn't, so there's no real reason the same isn't true for you, right?
<Kenta> And if she comes for you, I'll just protect you. Simple.

<Cozy> That's like telling an ant you'll protect it from the queen!
<Cozy> We're all tied up with her, like it or not.
<Cozy> Oh, but don't worry... It's not like she can wead our minds or anything...
<Cozy> But her control of Control Crystals is on a whole other level compared to us. I don't have to tell you what she'd do to the Crystal inside me if I ever disobeyed her, right~?
<Cozy> But I'm only telling you this because you saved me! Don't tell the Director, kaaaay~?
<Cozy> Oh who am I kidding, you'd never do anything to get me in trouble, heeheehee.

Episode 6: The Dazzlings Concert Part 1

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As it was, Kenta and Sunset barely made it out the door in time. They'd arranged to meet with Fluttershy and Pinkie at the train station, before grabbing a bite to eat and taking a shuttle into the heart of the city where the Dazzlings were performing. The dressed-down Kenta stuck out quite a bit standing in the middle of three gorgeous teen bombshells.

First, there was Sunset, basically hanging off her boyfriend as they waited. The flame-haired mecha pilot had come dressed for dancing, as evidenced by her tiny, tiny, tiny, barely-there cutoff denim set of cunt-biters, shorts so small ass was spilling out on top and bottom, the lips of her pussy just barely visible over the band. From there, the gestures to modesty became more and more token, starting with an X-shape in masking tape over each nipple, skanky high heels and fishnet bodystocking and rounded out by her favourite black leather jacket.

Pinkie Pie was dressed much the same, with an equally-small pair of shorts: seeing their fat hips side-by-side was eye-watering, two big, barely covered lower bodies swinging around, grippable hips constantly swaying, fat asses constantly bouncing... Unlike Sunset's body stocking and tape, though, she'd opted for candy-striped thigh-high socks with her high heels, and a fancy sleeveless crop top that looked more like a bib for all the help it did struggling to contain those massive teenage milkers. Given her 'shirt' bounced off and bared her breasts with literally every step, it was a good thing she'd worn pasties then! The downside: the milk constantly oozing from her chest made actually staying stuck on for long an impossibility, leaving Pinkie to constantly have to reapply them manually. Silly girl~

Which just left Fluttershy, who also stood out, but for different reasons to him. She'd gone with classic nightclub chic, the look of a girl who just wanted to get on her back and full of cock in a stranger's apartment ASAP. Was Pinkie to blame? Very possibly.

Either way, Fluttershy wore a little black dress with one shoulder strap, looking utterly adorable for the trouble: the shiny black latex garment fit her body tight as a glove, yet sloped out tremendously once the curves really got going. Her earlier act of paizuri on Kenta had been nothing short of heavenly, and one glance at how she filled her outfit out made it plain as day why: she must have the biggest rack in his entire class. Each of those whoppers made its own obscene indent in the stretchy material, the valley of her cleavage spilling out to either side, unrestrained, excessive, aiming to take up as much space as possible. Contrasted with the way her dress vacuum-sealed to her tight-as-a-drum tum and you had a diabolical look to leave a man panting... to say nothing of the big bustling ass in back, spilling almost all the way out. No underwear, of course, and another pair of torturous high heels on the feet to rival the other girl's.

No girl would be caught dead at this concert tonight without at least six-inch stilettos, after all, not after the Dazzling's latest hit song: "Slaves To Fashion."

That song was also responsible for tonight's choice in chokers: to show their support for the pop group, each girl wore a Dazzlings-brand choker, promised to be even tighter and more satisfying than what they normally wore.

Fluttershy and Pinkie waved when they saw Kenta and Sunset coming over, one with a little waggle of the wrist by her hip, the other with enough screaming and jumping up and down to make anyone who wasn't already staring join in.

Meeting his students at the station almost gave Kenta a heart attack right out of the gate, what with how they were dressed (or, more precisely, not dressed). Looking at them, it was like they were going to an orgy instead of a concert, and he had absolutely no idea where to look at all. Kenta himself was dressed relatively normal in a tight pair of pants, a fairly heavy jacket with a large, open metal collar, and a sleeveless shirt underneath with a dipping neckline that showed off his chiseled, scarred chest. It was typical enough to make him feel like he was a bit out of place amongst all of this exposed teen flesh.

Pinkie's bouncing, wobbling chest didn't escape Kenta's attention, and his hand went from lightly resting on Sunset's plush netted ass suddenly took her in a death grip as he gawked at the sight. When what he first assumed to be a bit of sweat coming from her massive melons turned out to be flowing rivulets of milk, his mouth became dry and his mind flooded with all manner of things that he wanted to do with (and to) these girls. Expertly laid plans to stay as the upright chaperone for them all were quickly crumpling upon meeting the enemy and they weren't even to the venue yet! It was going to be a long night.

"W - wow, you girls..." He eventually was able to breathlessly call out in approval as he looked them both up and down yet again before once more falling silent, being unable to finish his thought since his mind was being completely assaulted by tits. Fluttershy's alone would have filled his vision completely, what with how they were tightly form-fitted into that little latex number. It was a little odd seeing her in that, though a look at Pinkie's bouncing face made it clear that the fun-loving strawberry girl had some kind of hand in how this demure girl was currently presented.

Honestly, 'presented' was a good word for it, he thought. With how they were, they might as well just put on a little bow because it was like they were gift-wrapped.

Unable to take the sight any longer, Kenta simply had to sample what these girl's heavenly tits felt like. Being driven by his seemingly unquenchable lusts and forgetting that he was probably in public, he slowly, wordlessly pressed a palm against Fluttershy and Pinkie's tits, one each, and gently kneaded the massive fuckpillows in his hands. All that his rational brain could do was hope that it didn't cause too much of a scene.

While his hands were busy exploring, the train pulled out of the station, buffeting the crowd about the foursome and pushing them into a corner of the train. Needless to say, this had the added benefit of outsiders not being able to intrude, leaving him to grope and squeeze to his heart's content. Pinkie responded right away, thrusting her chest eagerly into his hands, lifting her barely-there top to let more ample chest plap out into his hands. And eventually even Fluttershy joined in, turning her body away from the train's window to face him more directly. Thankfully her heels added enough height to make the position comfortable, so she didn't have to try standing on tiptoes to get her breasts into the hand of the giant man in front of her.

Sunset looked from them to him, then joined in on the groper side, leaning against Pinkie and giving the bubblegum-haired prankster a little flick on her spare breast with her fingertip. She caught Pinkie's chin with her hand and turned her around a bit, pressing their lips together, deeply kissing the other girl who immediately melted into it. "Missed you baby," cooed Sunset, and Pinkie just squealed.

"Feels like you're getting started kinda early," said Fluttershy in a small voice, which just made the other girls grin even bigger.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Pinkie leapt up for a moment, hanging in the air as a lengthy gasp dragged all the air out of her lungs... before gravity returned and she dropped back down to earth. She immediately turned on Kenta. "Thanks, Fluttershy! I almost forgot!"

And then Kenta heard the sound of a zipper coming down, sounding extra loud in the muted train car. It was immediately followed by a repetitive 'slop-slop-slop' and wet, squishing sounds...

"Wh - ?"

His eyes naturally dropped to between his legs.

And the view... did not disappoint. Kenta’s dick was out of his pants, two brightly nail-polished hands clasping it firmly, giving it slow, rhythmic and steady pumps, up and down the meaty shaft, deftly milking him to erection. The throbbing meat pole twitched and spasmed as those delicate girlish hands continued to go at him, but with the way Pinkie was beaming you'd never know anything was going on at all.

And, uh, more importantly... only one of those hands was Pinkie's. The one on the left feverishly tugging his cock like its owner needed to see his orgasm right now was none other than the fidgeting, eyes-downcast wallflower in front of him. Fluttershy peeked at his cock out of the corner of her eye even as she tugged it off harder and faster.

He quickly hardened under the touch of the two girls, biting his lower lip in order to keep a groan from escaping his mouth as their hands pumped and jerked. His shaft throbbed generously under their touches.

Pinkie leaned closer, grinning madly. "Ever since she saw your dick, Fluttershy's had a hyuuge crush on you, teacher! I kinda do too... It's a hell of a cock, after all!"

"Y-you have a crush on me, Fluttershy?" Kenta smiled a bit as he kneaded the timid girl's massive chest lovingly. "That's actually pretty cute~"

Fluttershy chewed her lip some more and squeaked. Pinkie giggled.

Sunset smiled. She couldn’t help but want to tease Fluttershy too. "Yeah, daddy’s dick’s not bad. A little too big though, if you ask me..."

T - Too big...?" whined Fluttershy, hips quaking and twisting. It was like a trigger word to get her interest.

"Oh yeah... Left me aching and unable to walk after our first time~" giggled Sunny, playing to Fluttershy perfectly.

"O - Oh... That sounds awful..." Fluttershy practically moaned. The trickle of clear liquid that had already been making its way down her thigh turned into a gusher. Her handjob became much more enthusiastic instantly.

Kenta turned his eyes back to Pinkie and Sunset’s kiss, and the sight, combined with their velvety touches, soon had him jetting precum. It was scalding-hot to watch Sunset like this; on the one hand she was claiming Pinkie with a kiss, on the other she knew exactly what to say to Fluttershy to turn her on. God, she was unstoppable.

"Y - Yeah it - nnnh... It's not like... You were complaining at the time..." Kenta panted out to Sunset's description of their first fuck with a bit of a smirk. He rolled his hips forward over and over, thrusting his instantly-hard cock into Fluttershy and Pinkie's soft hands, his natural lubrication leaking down in between them to splatter on the train’s floor. He should have known that something like this would happen once he groped them, but he just couldn't help himself. Plus, the way that Fluttershy's eyes locked onto it made him want to keep going, performing for her to see just what his dick was capable of.

What a good bunch of girls. What a great handjob he was getting.

And then there was the milk splashing his hand from Pinkie’s chest. It was sopping, honestly, running down the back and over his wrist... and she sure didn’t look like she was going to stop anytime soon. Kenta marveled at how well this pink-haired bimbo was producing; he grasped onto the pink nub of her nipple and gave it a rough tug. He watched the jet of her warm, white product splashing around his feet.

Milking Pinkie, manhandling Fluttershy's chest, all while watching veritable streams of girlcum pouring down all three girl’s legs added up to Kenta not being able to hold on much longer. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, fucking the two girls' fists while he placed a hand on Sunset's chin, mimicking what she did to Pinkie as he locked lips with her, moaning into her mouth as he went.

He’d been planning to just lose himself to the pleasure like that, fucking the girl’s hands hard and fast. But before he could properly sink into his kiss with Sunset, Kenta was suddenly interrupted by a squeal from Fluttershy... and a great wet sploshing sound! Breaking his kiss with Sunset to look over, he saw he’d inadvertently popped Fluttershy's boob out of her dress! The inevitable had happened almost immediately: white, gushing sprays of creamy fresh milk poured all over him. Combined with Pinkie's jets and both girls had done an excellent job of hosing him down.

But now they both arched their backs, moaning and cumming together, hands blurring as they lost all self-control and just raced Kenta to his climax.

Kenta squeezed their tits and picked up the pace. If this was how the night was starting, it was probably a good idea to take the edge off now or else he wouldn’t survive.

But even as he rushed ahead, moaning and thrusting like a wild animal, his hands didn't leave either girl’s chest. He was as good as glued to the absolutely massive pillows they sported as he worked both of them between his fingers. It was almost addictive how nice it felt.

Kenta climaxed at the same time they did. Hot, thick jets of cum roped their way down between the two girls in front of him, adding more to the mess that they were making before even reaching the concert.

"Fuh - ...fuck,” he gasped as he emptied his balls. "T - Too good..."

The fluid exchange managed to be hotter, stickier and messier than most people could manage in hours. Fluttershy and Pinkie splashing him with gallons of milk with their sticky, twitching pussies gushed girl-cream all over the floor, Kenta jetting off blasts of cum aimed at their bodies and the wall behind them, soaking everything in semen... in the cramped, crowded train carriage, it didn't take long for the smell to be overpowering. Of the 50 or so other people packed in with them, all the girls had wet pussies and all the men had hard dicks. A few of them were already masturbating.

Pinkie looked down at where her belly had become drenched in semen and made a paltry attempt at wiping it off. She plucked a few tissues from her handbag and dapped at the filthy cum, only to immediately go "Ooooh," when they immediately became soaked through and disintegrated in her hands.

Fluttershy just stared at him, eyes bulging, giving him an almost accusatory look. It was as if she were thinking, "How dare you be so incredibly virile?"

She did have a point. Kenta's cock really was too much. Thankfully Sunset was there to kneel in front of Pinkie and lick her friend's belly clean, thrusting her tongue into the other girl's navel. Beside them, Fluttershy found the stuff dripped off her dress pretty easily and busied herself scraping his cum up and eating it off her gloved fingers. She nearly slipped in the semen puddle she was standing in and braced herself on the wall, giving him another dirty, horny look. "G - Geez..."

Thankfully, it wasn't much longer before the train reached their station and the doors slid open. Another minute longer and they'd probably have started taking things even further. He quickly shuffled out, pushing past a couple that looked like they’d gotten almost as hot and heavy as him and his group of girls had.

Considering the way that things escalated on the train, Kenta wondered if Rouge had somehow put a Command Crystal inside of him. It certainly felt that way with how turned on he and everyone else around him was.

It almost made Kenta feel a bit ashamed that things had went that far in public. Almost. It was still super hot, so he couldn't feel too bad about it, but if this was any indication, he was probably in for a hell of a night. It made him think back to that wild night at the B3 Club.

They stopped briefly to pick up some food and do some quick cleaning up in a public restroom. Somehow, Pinkie was able to work a kind of magic on everyone's clothes, because there were no stains and everything ended up as good as new. Kenta wasn't about to question exactly how she was able to pull it off, instead he was just glad that he didn't end up ruining such amazing outfits. There was a lot of giggling from the girls' restroom as he waited outside, but he didn't decide to question it when they needed to get to the concert grounds.

The concert grounds were larger than Kenta was expecting. Colorful lights danced about in the night sky, illuminating lots of bodies in various states of undress as they packed in together and mingled. A sizable crowd had already gathered before the stage in the middle of the field, at least a few hundred young people, mostly girls dressed like his three companions.

Suddenly the outfits on his companions made sense; this must have just been standard concert attire for the kind of music the Dazzlings were all about, and there absolutely wasn't a shortage of chokers in attendance. He actually felt a bit out of place because even a lot of the guys, even if they were in the minority in this venue, seemed to have them.

Just as Kenta's mind wandered to thoughts of what Adagio's stage attire was going to look like, he caught the glimpse of a telltale mountain of poofy orange hair from behind off to the side near some equipment. Excusing himself, he navigated his way around a cluster of bodies packed into slutty clubwear as best as he could, his wide-shouldered body brushing into the odd breast or ass on accident as he barked out an apology while making his way past.

Kenta paused to check his pockets, and removed three small colored boxes. Each had a small symbol on it, one with Adagio's and the other two with symbols matching what she had informed him had belonged to her groupmates. Inside were chokers with matching symbols, because like she had said, all girls look better in a collar.

Yep, they’d be happy with these.

He soon caught sight of Adagio backstage, wandering past security under the provision of a pass she'd handed him earlier. She had a habit of standing out, especially her silhouette, so it was easy enough to pick her out. She was standing on the opposite side of a crate of equipment, and all that Kenta could see as he approached was her fluffy mane.

He wouldn't have recognized the two girls she was with, though... if not for the posters of them up all over the place. Sonata Dusk and Aria Blaze, the secondary members of the pop trio known as the Dazzlings.

Adagio's dramatic stylings and multi-toned hair suddenly made much more sense seeing her pals.

But whereas Adagio was all ass, these two excelled in other areas. Aria's resting bitch face was to die for, absolutely dead-eyed and constantly sporting a look of only the barest level of tolerance for the world around her, clashing with her extravagant stylings of two massive twintails and her typical flashy, brightly-coloured ensembles. Her sumptuous, supple body - and a pair of breasts like watermelons - suggested she'd be utterly amazing in bed, if you could ever make it past the glowering.

Beside her was the third member of the group, looking just as lavish and over-the-top as the other two. Bright, cheery and looking very spunky indeed, the lightly chubby girl looked like the polar opposite of her two mean-spirited friends, so much that it was hard to believe she was one of them. But those bombshell proportions, heavy breasts and meaty thick thighs and ass definitely made her look like she fit in. Her hair was just as crazy as either of theirs, a gigantic ponytail that ran all the way down to her knees.

All three wore the same outfit, starting with a choker like their fans. But whereas the gems around the fan's necks were obviously plastic toys, those giant fat rubies were clearly the real thing, sparkling beautifully. They wore fancy performer's jackets with long sleeves, no buttons, gloves and steep high heels... and what seemed to be a kind of skintight, glittering latex bodysuit.

It looked skintight at least. That was the only explanation that came to mind for why he could see the contours of their fat pussy mounds, or the explicit details of their meaty, puffed-up nipples. Kenta had thought the phrase 'so tight they look naked' plenty of times this month, but he definitely meant it this time.

And he soon found out why.

It was probably not a good idea to come up to a girl from behind and do what he was about to do, but Kenta figured that it was something that Adagio would want out of a 'boyfriend', considering the guidelines she set down. So, he walked up to the curvy songstress and gently placed his hand onto her soft, sizable ass.

Something came off in her hand, nearly making him pull it away immediately, but he kept his hand there when Aria and Sonata looked over to him. But he definitely felt glitter coming away on his palm, and when he looked down at Adagio's ass, he saw the bare skin was now peering through the hand-shaped imprint he'd left. Looking back to the other two girls confirmed it: their tits were jiggling just a tiny bit too much for any real support. Under their jackets, these girls wore a layer of body glitter and literally nothing else.

Adagio purred, bouncing her ass on his hand. Seemed like she hadn't noticed the 'stripping' taking place on her assets yet. "Well hey there, handsome..." she said, turning around, making sure her friends were watching. She laced her arms around Kenta's neck and dove in for a hungry kiss, chewing his lip and sucking her tongue. Sonata gasped and Aria looked away, grunting.

"Hey, yourself." Kenta smirked back at Adagio after his mouth was finally free of the poofy-haired siren's eager assault. It was crazy how much she was putting into this act; that kiss was ravenous and it took a lot for him to keep up. Given the chance, he would have stayed attached to her for a long time indeed. Could her friends really hold something like this against her that much, or did Adagio simply have feelings that she didn't know how to properly express? Regardless, he had promised to play along, so he would do his best.

It's not like she wasn't a treat to put his hands on anyway.

'Hands.' Right. He’d just rubbed a big handprint off of Adagio's bodypaint. Kenta had a little internal panic and wondered if he should tell her, but being frozen in the moment, he was unable to broach the topic at all.

"Meet my fair-weather friends, the Dazzlings. I'm sure you know their names by now."

Sonata, meanwhile, tapped her chin thoughtfully as she looked at the handprint now clearly exposing 'Dagi's ass. But she immediately shrugged it off as if it were totally normal, not even bringing it up. Adagio might be ticked off about that later, but Kenta was safe for now.

Even if he had wanted to bring it up, Adagio was already moving right along, introducing him to her friends. Aria and Sonata definitely complimented her well and all three of them were drop-dead gorgeous, especially in their 'outfits', if you could even call them that. It was exhibitionism on an entirely different level. And they were going to be performing in front of a crowd like that? In confidence? The utter boldness turned him on even more, and he shifted his stance in order to try to hide his quickly growing bulge. Wouldn't want to embarrass his 'girlfriend', after all.

"Aria and Sonata, right?" he pointed at the two, trying to look as confident as one could amidst these three.

He gave the trio another long glance. Normally, the phrase that would come to his mind would be something along the lines of 'undressing them with his eyes', but seeing as there wasn't much there to undress, it would probably be more apt to say he was fucking them with his eyes, instead. "Name's Kenta. Can't imagine what Adagio's said about me. You three look just... wow."

"Youuuu betcha!" giggled the bluenette, hoping forwards suddenly, taking his outstretched hand and shaking it confidently and aggressively in both of hers. Those stupendous boobs quickly became a result of a very localized earthquake, the girls shaking around, nipples swaying invitingly as if desperate to be squeezed. It'd have come off as insulting overt flirting if not for the childlike look of pure exuberance on her face. She was just a big ol' puppy dog eager to make a new friend.

"'Dagi's told us all about you... saying you were going to knock our socks off tonight! Well, not that I can ever wear socks with the murder-heels and all, but you know what I mean~!"

She hopped back with a pair of seductive clacks and one last jiggle-wobble, before smiling sheepishly at the huge amount of glitter she'd left on his hands. Her palms were already back to their flesh tone, with the spare pound or so of the stuff now distributed all over him. "Whoopsy!" she said, grinning behind her hand, before doubling over with guffaws that just caused a whole new bout of swaying and heaving and fresh milk dribbling. Funny how the girls who needed bras the most always seemed to be the ones who never wore them.

Meanwhile the truly titanic breasts on the other side of the room started wobbling too, as their owner combatively folded her arms beneath them. Their owner, Aria Blaze, was giving him a renewed death glare: for someone with tits like that, she sure didn't seem to have the big heart necessary to pump the blood they surely needed. "Whatever. Is he really going to come backstage with us after the concert? He seems like... a total square."

She cocked her head. Boing. Unrestrained, her mammaries were on a whole other level. "Besides, isn't he a school teacher? Normally those get mad if they catch you with drugs and alcohol, right?"

Adagio waved it off dismissively. "If he tries anything like that, I'll boot him out myself, Aria."

With all the jiggling and the swaying that came about from these girls barely moving, Kenta was pretty much as hard as a rock under his pants with a quite visible bulge to show for it. Sonata's careless, free-flowing milk and Aria's sheer overwhelming size were just insane. It was all such a visual treat that it made him want to reach out and grab two overflowing handfuls, but since he didn't really know the girls (plus it'd probably be a repeat of what happened on the train and these girls were about to perform), he settled on paying attention to Adagio right in front of him.

It took a little bit for him to realize that sliding his cock into Adagio's ass in front of her two friends probably wouldn't be the best first impression, no matter how much he wanted to do it. Eventually, Kenta was able to come to a compromise with himself, using a few fingers to trace circles in the bit of her ample booty where his handprint was currently showing through. Then he grew bolder, slipping a finger in between Adagio's healthy, wobbling cheeks to idly play with the rim of her asshole while he casually conversed with her friends.

As casually as someone could be while surrounded by all this stimulation, of course.

"Hey, it's not like you're doing drugs on school grounds, you know?" he shrugged. Aria really did seem determined to be antagonistic, though it was cute in its own way. Laughing, he waved off the complaint. True, he didn't really like the stuff that much, but after the strip club experience, he'd be pretty hypocritical if he got mad here. "You're not my students anyway, so all I can really do is give you a disapproving look."

Playing up the angle a bit, Kenta smiled as he leaned in a bit closer to Aria. "Or do you want me to drag you into detention?" The fingertip teasing Adagio's rear hole slipped inside, curling a bit to give the orange-haired girl some more 'petting' while he teased her friends.

He was a fair bit outside of his comfort zone. Kenta wasn't very skilled at being the bossy, domineering type of person, but if the way Adagio acted around the other two was any indication, he felt it was something he should do. At least a little bit.

Aria's eyes flashed up and down Kenta's body for a moment, sizing him up, before turning her head away. "... I don't have time for this. We still have to do mic checks, Adagio."

Sonata hopped on the spot too. "Ohmigod, that's right! We gotta get ready!" She dashed forwards, taking Adagio's hand and tugging her forwards... causing the songstress to sigh and grunt as his finger slid out of her with a sweet little pop. "Sorry, mister, but I gotta borrow 'Dagi for a bit!"

“One moment, girls,” commanded Adagio, before orbiting around to face Kenta. “Did you...?”

“Ah! Right.” Kenta handed over his presents to Adagio. "Hope they fit. Uh... obviously, you know, not for right now since you all have a... theme. Going on." They weren't anywhere nearly as expensive looking as the huge, shiny rubies that they each were sporting, and didn't really match with the ensemble that was going on, so he had no problem if she didn't end up wearing it. It'd really be a shame to not show off that huge red rock, to be honest.

But she seemed happy and took them regardless, before hurrying after the other two, only stopping to give Kenta a wink and a thumbs up before vanishing around the corner. He returned an awkward smile and a wave as she was pulled away and around the corner, but the second that the Dazzlings were gone, he slumped over in a ragged sigh as if he was holding in his breath the entire time. Trying to play the 'cool guy' was a lot harder than he realized, and for all his grandstanding, it didn't even really seem like it landed if Aria's attitude towards him was anything to go by. He probably should have just stuck to what he knew, because the bitchy-looking girl probably saw right through the act the second she laid eyes on him.

Feeling the glitter in his hand, Kenta looked down to confirm that it was indeed completely painted. He hoped that Adagio wouldn't be too mad at him for what happened, after all she was the one who told him to focus on her butt. Not that it would have been very hard in the first place.

It was probably another minute or so of him staring at his palm and watching how the light shined and sparkled as it bounced off of it before he realized that he should probably get back to Sunset, Fluttershy and Pinkie. The hallway he was now in was empty, and his footsteps reverberated clearly as he walked in silence, with the muffled sound of the crowd growing louder and louder as he reached the exit.

From one iconic, colorful hairstyle to the next, Kenta looked for Sunset's telltale fiery locks in the crowd, making his way through the bodies once again to rejoin the curvy trio.

Episode 6: The Dazzlings Concert Part 2

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Thankfully Kenta got back out to the girls right as the show was starting: he was barely in Sunset's arms again before a commotion began on the stage. Looking over in that direction, Kenta was just in time to see the curtain rising, giving way to the sight of three full-figured silhouettes clopping triumphantly forwards on killer high heels.

Each girl's breasts were more than big enough that he saw the outline of their swells long before the lights illuminated them.

And their glittering contours shone plenty even before that! Those three mostly-naked teen jailbait pieces of ass that were the Sirens posed seductively in a line-up, smiling 'warmly' for the crowd.

Even Miss Resting Bitch Face Aria's features were lit up now, compared to the cloud of gloom that had hung over her just minutes ago. Her lethargic movements turned spunky and energetic, her face taking on an extra layer of depth only possible on the stage with an audience looking on. Now she seemed like a different person.

In fact all of them looked like that, all three girls getting charged up as they fed on the audience's attention.

Adagio clasped the microphone stand, running her fingers up and down before fixing her eyes on Kenta in the crowd. "Welcome to the show," she purred as she leaned forwards, slinking into an ass-upthrust posture, tugging the microphone back between her legs... its rigid body buried between the songstress's enormous thighs imagery that left nothing to the imagination.

After that, just about all Hell broke loose. The girls were like a dream, shifting seamlessly from one song to the next, keeping the entire crowd spellbound and hypnotized... The trio's movements, jiggles and undulations were utterly captivating, to say nothing of their voices.

It was clear as day that one day they'd be very, very famous. This was like witnessing the birth of a generational sensation.

And to think he'd popped Adagio’s cherry.

Really, the only thing that might hold them back was their feistiness on stage. The girls were clearly enjoying playing around with each other to a downright raunchy degree, kneeling against each other, grinding on each other. At one point Adagio squatted with her donk to the crowd, running a hand up both her partner's inner thighs as they continued to sing, fanning their legs apart to give their boss easier access. At another, Aria got behind Sonata and made a show of slapping her ass... and it wasn't fake, the shelf of Sonata’s enormous booty wobbled and shook with each impact, flicking clouds of glitter dust over the ravenous audience. Even Aria's tits got plenty of attention from both other girls, until the coating on those udders was basically all stripped away and bare nipple was peeking through. She spent the rest of the set covering her breasts with her hands - or more like having masses of tit constantly spilling over both arms - looking no less enticing or beautiful for it.

Kenta didn’t feel so bad about leaving a handprint on ‘Dagi’s butt now.

They also encouraged their fans to get dirty with each other, something the audience seemed all too happy to oblige with. In the heat of the moment, some couples openly screwed right in front of Kenta and his girls, and everyone just treated it like it was normal. It amped the Dazzlings up even more, giving them more energy to enjoy, making them even more beautiful, even more seductive, even more hypnotic.

Fluttershy, Pinkie and Sunset lapped it up of course, mimicking the starlet's moves, singing along with the words... They were having the time of their lives together, and so was he.

In fact, he might just be having an even more powerful experience. Because while watching the Dazzlings work was one hell of an experience, the real kicker noticing Adagio was making eye contact with him as much as possible. She stared intently at him all the way through her act, and it made everything else fade into the background.

His breath hitched a bit on realization, freezing him in place like a deer in headlights while he studied every last move from her body and hung on every last word from her lips for what felt like an eternity. Even with a huge crowd around him, he imagined that she was doing this simply for him for a little bit before mentally slapping himself for being so selfish.

Still, their eyes remained locked for a time.

It was Sunset who eventually broke the spell, at least a little bit. Though to be fair, it was more like she 'diverted' it. She tugged on Kenta's arm and spun him around, pressing her fishnetted tits against his torso as she sang along to the lyrics. Then she dipped down, dragging her body over him like he was a stripper pole.

When she fanned her legs out to her sides, her nothing-shorts tugged inwards, digging into her puffy, slick mound. They almost disappeared into her slit entirely as a flood of girl-juices streamed straight down around them to pool on the ground. Aside from that thin, black strip, Sunset’s pussy was completely on display for anyone who happened to glance over.

Kenta noticed Sunset's hips jerk, and her legs shudder. Did she just cum from having her shorts dig into her?

Slowly raising back up, Sunset almost crawled her way up Kenta's legs to stop right in front of his rock-hard bulge. His pants barely contained it, and they creaked and strained with the exertion: they’d be crying if they could. And Sunset only made it worse, lips moving to the lyrics of the song, only a few breathless inches between her and the twitching mound in front of her.

Kenta groaned as he felt the heat from her breath washing over his member, causing it to twitch and buck as it desperately tried to break free.

The little tease just gave it a kiss and raised herself back up.

With a dirty smile on her lips and a glow in her bright blue eyes, Sunset spun Kenta back around to face the stage. Her hands dipped down over his belt and traced a circle around his bulge. When he glanced over at her, he saw that she wasn't looking back at him - she was looking directly at Adagio. It didn't seem like there was jealousy there, though. It was like she was teasing the girl on stage, presenting the (now completely bewildered) man she was hanging off of for Adagio.

Kenta was completely stumped. What was going on? Was he supposed to be doing something?

Feeling like he was entirely out of the loop, he figured that he was supposed to be doing what everyone else in the crowd was doing (those who weren't brazenly fucking each other, at least), so Kenta tried moving his hips, shuffling a little bit in a very, very awkward attempt at dancing.

Which caused Sunset to almost immediately buckle, doubling over in laughter. She punched him in the arm, wiped the tears from her eyes and slipped back to rejoin Fluttershy and Pinkie, leaving Kenta to continue ogling the show on stage until its conclusion.

And before he knew it, two hours had passed. The show wrapped up and the fans started making to leave, which meant it was time to meet Adagio and her awe-inspiring partners backstage.

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Once the Dazzlings had finished their set and their encore, Kenta led a very happy, panting trio of Fluttershy, Pinkie and Sunset backstage. He had to step over bodies still in the throes of passion, the sounds of ongoing lovemaking fading into the background as they moved inside. The whole thing was setting him on edge, and he probably would have joined in on the fun during the concert if he wasn't trying to pace himself.

"Yahoo! That was a great show you guys!" cheered Sonata as she, Adagio and Aria hopped back down the stairs leading to their dressing room.

It was about the sort of comfy space one would imagine a pop group would use to unwind after a big show, looking more like a karaoke lounge than an official place of business. The only concession to practicality was a row of mirrors on one wall with swivel seats and various lotions and creams and tubes of product, and a wardrobe stocked with fancy outfits. The further away you got from that side of the room the more it became big leather couches and menacingly potent bottles of booze. There was even a hooked-up videogame console, loaded with all of Sonata's favourite games.

While Sonata and Aria wound down, Adagio went and fetched Kenta, pulling him and his three guests along with her into the dressing room/

The walk to the Dazzlings' dressing room was a laborious one for Kenta, and after over two hours of teasing, wobbling, jiggling, touching and rubbing from six drop-dead knockout bombshells, he felt like he was about to explode in more ways than one.

Thankfully for him, the girls took over, quick to congratulate their idols on their performance.

"That... was amazing," said Sunset, still wiping the sweat from her brow. She fanned herself with her jacket before slowly shrugging it off, collapsing onto one of the couches. She soon rolled over and hung off the side, stretching her arms out to the nearby water cooler to begin guzzling cup after cup. She looked so worn down and sweaty it was a wonder she was still standing.

Fluttershy looked around, seemingly lost in thought, before squeaking as she saw Sonata and Aria looking at her. She bowed her head slightly as if trying to hide in her own milkers, before nodding. "It was... really great..." That was an understatement given her awe-inspiring dancing earlier, and the feisty way she'd been rubbing up on Kenta nonstop.

But while she was shrinking back, Pinkie darted forwards, thrusting herself into the middle of the idols.

"It was INNNCREDIBLE!" she cried.

“Wasn’t it just??” squealed back Sonata, and the two girls became soulmates on the spot, lacing their fingers together and jumping up and down together.

Meanwhile, Aria backed away, as if all the noise and sound was repugnant to her, despite having just done a two-hour deafening pop show. She bumped against a half-full bottle of Jack and immediately looked relieved, picking it up and upending it down her throat with long, loud glugging sounds.

Kenta almost wanted to do the same. He bit his tongue as the girls mingled and got to know each other, his eyes roving over each of the barely-clad bodies while thinking about all of the things he absolutely shouldn't do. So, he stood stock-still, afraid that if he moved or spoke, he'd do something that he might regret. His head was fuzzy, despite still being totally sober.

As if reading his mind, Adagio took that as her cue to pop the fridge and fetch drinks for everyone, passing them out. "Well, let’s not forget that was only the beginning... We're about to have a lot more fun, girls~"

"... And boy."

Kenta soundlessly watched her go around the room, everything on her wobbling and bouncing with each step, a sheen of sweat and a generous sparkle of the remaining paint from her performance highlighting her flawless body and obscene rear while she began passing out drinks. Once she got around to Sunset, Kenta's gaze switched over for a brief second, and he noticed that Sunset was looking straight at him with a devious smile. Swallowing, he noticed his mouth dry and his heart in his ears as his focus bounced between the two girls.

And then Adagio was right in front of him, holding a bottle in both hands. Kenta opened his mouth like he was going to say something, perhaps a courteous thank-you for her hospitality, but the part of his brain that wanted to say 'fuck everything' saw an opening. Instead of using that mouth for words, he dove forward, ravenously pressing it against her like his life depended on it. He lashed his tongue past her lips at the same time he clapped his hand down onto her ass with a loud smack.

Such big, cushioned hips with such a tight, hot little slit in their middle were hard to resist... It only made sense for a red-blooded man to want to grind up on them, feel their fullness, and then finally slide inside. Deep inside, all the way to the core that would graciously receive him. And Kenta was feeling very red-blooded right now.

Latched on like he was, he ended up pushing her backwards until her meaty ass was sandwiched against the back of the couch, all its weight on top of his fingers. Adagio gasped as her butt hit the couch's back, rising up onto her tip-toes in the process, lining her glitter-covered pussy up with the rampaging bulge in Kenta's pants.

He pressed into her, his whole body shaking as he overwhelmed her... as much as the sensation of her body in his hands overwhelmed him. Any filter between his desires and his actions had completely broken as he went at her with pure need.

Which was probably why he couldn’t stop himself from unzipping his pants.

Kenta's rigid, drooling cock finally burst free of its prison to slap against Adagio's bare thigh, causing the starlet to let out a stifled hiss as the throbbing head left a slimy trail upwards along her plush form. Without letting go of her lips, he went for it.

"Ah! Wait, what are you - " she began, right before Kenta pushed his drooling tip against her labia, finally shoving his aching rod into a warm hole after two hours of torture - at which point the Siren diva released a long, sultry, deep-voiced moan. She sounded like such a whore, the groan rising up from the pit of her stomach, her whole body shaking. It got even fuller as the wet squelching between her legs got louder, as Kenta worked himself inside of her... soon she pushed back at him, helping him along the way.

No buildup, no foreplay. She was probably going to kill him for this, but the part of his mind that could make rational decisions had been drowned out by total desire. Instead, he began going at her like some kind of wild animal, his hands clawing messily around the girl's curves and into her hair, all to find anywhere to latch onto.

"Mmm... Just who do you think - " she began to protest, before Sonata spoke up behind her:

"Wow! You two really must be close! I've never seen Adagio let a guy do that before!"

And despite the trying situation of being unexpectedly mounted by a brute in front of her friends, Adagio perked up at that. Even in a time like this she could still show her conniving, plotting side. So while Kenta hammered away at her, making her buck and shake, she kicked a long leg high in the air and wrapped it around his rear, guiding him even deeper, rolling her boot around in circles on his buttocks.

"Yes, of course, Sonata... Now you and Aria will think twice before doubting me when I say I've caught a man, mm? Just look how obsessed he is with me, ahaha~"

She looked back to Kenta, ad-libbing on the spot, wondering what she should say about all this to him. She wasn't even sure what term of endearment to use for him! 'Take me, sweetie?' 'Use me, darling?' They all sounded so tacky and insincere...

Thankfully, on that muscular stud's next thrust deep inside, grinding all the way up on her cervix, the natural devotion and adoration of his cock rising in her heart settled the dilemma for her. The words rose naturally to her lips as she tightened her leg muscles around him, squeezing him and driving him forwards... forcing his cock balls-deep into her pussy!

"Forcing yourself on a high-schooler in front of her friends...? You dirty fucking pig."

She grinned, pausing, wrapping an arm around his neck and making him listen to the vulgar sounds of his cock stirring up her dripping, teenaged pussy. "Why, just listen to all that! You really should be ashamed of yourself~"

Oh yes, that felt sooo much better on her lips than all that sweetness and honey crap, didn't it? Who was she kidding? Being the adoring girlfriend was so not her, and calling Kenta nasty things as he fucked her felt so much more natural. Not to mention every insult she hurled his way made her pussy tighten up on him like a vise each time, just about dropping teach to his knees with the emerging pleasure.

"Mmm... Do fetch a camera, Sonata. Maybe I'll record this disgusting APE'S lack of self-control for a spell... Then I’ll play it back for him later while he begs for forgiveness..."

"Sure thing, 'Dagi! That'll learn 'im!"

Sonata and Aria seemed to be treating this like it was perfectly normal. Meanwhile, Sunset and Pinkie looked impressed. Fluttershy, as always, just looked jealous of anyone who was getting teased and berated, even a man in this instance.

But Kenta wasn’t going to take it lying down, either. Every single dirty barb thing that Adagio spat his way was just making Kenta more and more determined. Each insult resulted in him slamming his hips into her's, driving his cock further inside and causing even her meaty vulva to bounce and wobble every time it slapped against his base. He tightened his grip on her, digging his nails into the diva’s flawless skin even as his breath came heavy on her neck.

"Two. Fucking. Hours." He grunted out, accentuating his words with deep, powerful thrusts that knocked the couch along for the ride and sent Sunset's chest wobbling in the process as she watched with a dreamy, conspiratorial smile. "How the hell can you blame me after watching this fucking body move for two hours?"

Grabbing a handful of Adagio's abundant, orange hair, Kenta yanked her forward towards him and forcefully locked lips with her, thrashing his tongue into her mouth. Moaning into her, he kept up the pace of his huge fucking cock jackhammering against the opening to her womb with the loud, wet 'plap-plap-plap' sounds of their hips knocking together. A small cloud of glitter rained down around his legs, covering his pants in the process as it fell from her abundant, rippling thighs.

Not that he noticed any of that. His entire being was composed of the base, instinctual desire of stretching out this teen’s hot, tight hole from the inside.

He pulled away from her mouth with a gasp and another moan, leaning into Adagio and hanging his lips right next to the side of her face. His hot, ragged breath washed over her ear as he muttered to her through clenched teeth. "This is probably what you wanted since day-fucking-one, isn't it?"

Without waiting for an answer, Kenta leaned over her, pushing her down over the back of the couch. Adagio’s abundant hair spilled out over Sunset's legs while she hung practically upside down, only her legs still hanging over the back of the couch. Her back arching, she sprawled out for everyone to see as he continued his assault. Kenta maintained a vice-grip on her hips as he fucked her downwards.

"But I'm not gonna be another one of your little 'clients', you know." To accentuate his point, he reared his hand back and gave Adagio a hard, sharp smack right on her obscene ass, sending it wobbling like pudding. "Calling me things like that is just gonna make me fuck you harder~"

Ghhghh... Aaagh... Misogynistic bastard..." grunted Adagio, losing her voice as Kenta railed her, starting to speak with her body instead. After being fucked so ruthlessly back in gym class with no way to respond this was like the starlet's revenge on Kenta. One she took eagerly!

So she twisted her body, working those powerful belly muscles to reach up for him. She clawed at her man ferally, raking his body with her nails, tugging his shirt off at roughly the same time his pants ended up around his ankles and swiftly kicked away. Her nails were sharp and long and scratched his skin, leaving red raking imprints all down his back.

She pulled him down onto the couch, on top of her, laughing a little as the others were forced to make room for them, and got her legs in the air.

Now laying on the couch, she had one high heel wrapped around Kenta, the other clicked firmly onto the linoleum flooring to steady herself as she rolled her hips lewdly against his thrusts.

She drove at him with all the formidable power of those truly legendary hips. Hard, hot slaps filled the room as they fucked like beasts.

"Hmhmhm... Dominate me if you think you can... We'll see who comes out on top in the end, Kenta~" she giggled, raising her hand, wriggling her fingers... before suddenly jamming two in his mouth, forcing him to suck on them.

Having fingers shoved in his mouth only served to reinvigorate his efforts at thoroughly hammering the starlet's pussy, and he growled around the digits between her lips... until Sunset suddenly interfered.

She laughed, blowing her hair back, leaning in for a better look. "You might have bitten off more than you can chew with this one, boytoy... Need some help?"

Without waiting for an answer, she bore in over Adagio, smiled brightly, then caught the other girl's chin. Adagio barely had time to respond before Sunset's red-painted lips were against hers, the bratty diva stifled by Sunset's tongue.

"Good thinking - nh!" he grunted, feeling the friction of the testy bitch's velvet pussy tighten up around his shaft when Sunset's tongue was shoved practically down her throat. "... Just keep her mouth busy like that."

It probably wasn't fair at all for Adagio to be double-teamed like this, but in Kenta's current lust-addled mind he couldn't bring himself to care. All he wanted in the world right now was to fuck her cunt full of his cum and replace all that sparkly glitter with streaks of white over and over and over again. In fact, maybe he should confiscate her panties every morning at homeroom so he could have her walking around with his seed gushing out and splattering onto the floor whenever he wanted. Sunset had said that they were his cocksleeves, after all.

Well, someone think about for later. In the meantime, Pinkie and Fluttershy were sneaking in closer too, as well as Sonata. Everyone but Aria had gathered around them now, no doubt wondering how they could work themselves in.

"Aww, geez," groaned Sonata, holding the camera in one hand and rubbing her face with the other. "That looks like sooooo much fun."

She trailed her fingers down between her legs, working them gooshily inside her exposed pussy, writhing and swaying her hips. She whined and moaned, staring at Kenta's cock, fingerfucking herself in time with his thrusts. "Hey, I... I can go next, right?" she asked hopefully.

"Why wait~?" a voice giggled suddenly behind her. Pinkie Pie wrapped herself around Sonata from behind, giving the Siren's ear a little nibble as she caught a huge tit in either hand, squeezing Sonata's melons together and thumbing her nipples. Sonata immediately moaned even louder, easing back into Pinkie's grip.

Sonata batted her eyelashes seductively. "Ooh~ Doing it with girls is pretty good too..."

And while they were groping each other, Fluttershy knelt down beside Kenta, making her dress ride up her thighs until it was practically around her waist. "Is there anything I can do to help, sir?" she asked with her hands folded in her lap.

They were all getting involved, much to Aria’s disgust. She just snorted and kept drinking her booze straight from the bottle.

Adagio's muffled moaning and squirming hips were beginning to set Kenta off. As his muscles began to tighten up, gleaming with sweat under the fluorescent lights, he roughly grabbed a hold of the heel that was pressed into him, shoving it up closer to her body. He tilted into her and brought her hips up with him as he picked up speed; constant, hard jackhammering giving way to rough, ragged, animalistic breedfucking with the head of his throbbing cock ramming past the moaning girl's cervix and knocking against the backside of her womb.

And just in time, too. His full nuts slapping against Adagio's ass tightened up, causing Kenta to gasp through clenched teeth and throw his head back as he called out the girl's name. His cock pulsed and throbbed in orgasm, flooding her womb directly with hot and thick seed with the power of a car wash hose being used to fill up a drinking glass, and just as effective at keeping the contents inside. His cum jetted out of her, splashing over her thighs and beginning to cover up her midsection with the potent off-white cream.

He held her in place for a little bit, his hips twitching against her as more and more of his cum poured out over her.

Adagio shook against her man, clinging to him tightly as he pumped his cum into her, clutching at his chest and groaning in her ear. He had to remind himself she was a singer, with a truly angelic, deep, resonating voice: when she groaned in your ear, it was a sensation like no other, a dick-hardening contralto fed directly into his ear by way of a sultry songstress's lips. "Oouuuuhhhhhh! Mmmmmm!!"

She huffed and puffed, pressing her hands against his chest, flooding his dick in gushes of sticky hot girl-juices, steaming up that fat dick stretching her insides... She lifted off the couch one, two, three times, before his strength finally gave out and he fell backwards against the couch's arm rest. Kenta’s still-cumming cock popped free from Adagio's slit, jumping and bucking between his spread legs as it fired off rope after rope freely while Kenta panted. His head hanging off of the side of the couch, eyes closed, unaware that his seed was splattering onto Adagio, Sunset and Fluttershy, the three closest to him.

Adagio, meanwhile, crawled to the other side and collapsed in a trembling heap. "Uuuu... M - Monster..."

Having just came, Kenta laid there silently aside from his ragged breaths as his brain began to return to its normal function. Shit. He really did just force himself on Adagio, didn't he? God, he was bad at this, he got way, way too worked up.

"Degenerate... Mmm..." Adagio groaned as she worked a finger between her legs, pushing through the globs of spunk. It was hard to tell if she was scooping it up or pushing it deeper, but in the end neither was true. She was just chewing her lip as she swirled it around, luxuriating in the dirty sounds of cum bubbling and stewing inside of her. "Oooh..."

Episode 6: The Dazzlings Concert Part 3

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Kenta's exposed cock stirred under six pairs of female eyes, every girl in the room now looking at the semen dripping, slightly-reddened shaft. Adagio's ruthless pussy had worked him over very well, leaving his dick aching and twitching. It felt like the cool air stung after being buried in such a hot, tight little snatch.

Fluttershy, needless to say, immediately took pity on him.

"Let me help..." was all she said before leaning forwards, engulfing his lap in smooth, pale breasts, surging forwards until her lips were inches from the tip. Her nose wrinkled at the sheer concentration of fuck-hormones, male and female, pouring off his cock, but she went down on him anyway, feeding his cock between her juicy lips and sliding him to the back of her throat.

"Mmmph...!" What a natural.

She raised her ass to get a better position over his dick, flashing her tight black thong to everyone in the room, letting them all see the torrent of juices dripping down her thighs, her pussy spasming like crazy just from sucking on him. As she started to twist her neck this way and that, washing any trace of Adagio off his cock, the noises her throat made only got louder and more perverted.

Sunset sat down on the couch behind him, resting his head in her lap. She looked over to Fluttershy as the pinkette looked lost in a dream, cheering her on: "Attagirl, Fluttershy~ Just be sure not to make him cum, though! We've really got to ration this thing out if everyone's getting a turn..."

"Me and Sonata will help!" said Pinkie suddenly, moving up behind Fluttershy.

"We will?" asked Sonata, brain bubbling... and then, "Yeah! We will!"

The bottom-heavy bimbos piled in on either side of Fluttershy, just struggling to get in around the massive wall of defensive, cock-hogging breast she'd erected, crawling all over him in the process. Fluttershy blushed in embarrassment when she realized how much she was hogging Kenta and finally let him go... but only after leaving a girlfriend-level kiss on the head. You usually only saw smooches that perfectly adoring in romance movies... and here she was giving one to a great big dirty cock.

And the second she was off, Pinkie and Sonata were on, both wrapping a hand around the base and turning his pole this way and that, feeding it to each other and Fluttershy.

"Mm... Looks like we don't have to worry about you striking out with the Sirens after all," laughed Sunset, before leaning down over the naked, sweat-soaked stud in her lap and cooling down his racing heart-rate, and heaving chest, with a long, slow, deep kiss. He got swept up in it, frantically kissing his girlfriend back, but not so swept up he forgot about the three bimbos trading his cock between their mouths either, passing him from one pair of lips to the next. Soon enough he had someone sucking his balls, too, but he couldn’t even be sure who.

And all the while, Adagio just lazed back on the other end of the couch, watching it all happen as she fingered herself to the show.

Aria finally caught the boss’s attention. ‘Dagi smirked as she saw the other girl still sitting more or less on the other side of the room, knees pulled up under her chin. "What’s the matter, Aria? Not going to join in?"

"... Dagi, he's already got four bitches on him... Sonata would probably slap me in the face or something," grunted the third member of the Sirens, rolling her eyes. "What, worried I'm gonna hurt his feelings? He looks pretty happy to me."

Adagio's face flashed with something complex for a moment. These girls were practically sisters, after all, so even as much as she wanted to just enjoy things with Kenta, she couldn't help but wonder if something was off with Aria. "You know, Aria... You don't have to wait to go home with us if you'd rather take off early."

Aria cocked her head, apparently bowling straight through whatever subtext Adagio was trying to lay out. She set her bottle down and smiled, the first time Kenta had seen her do that off-stage. "Nah. It’s not every day I see your bitch-ass get wrecked... especially not by a dick that's plastic and between my legs. Think I’ll stay riiight here."

Adagio just laughed coarsely, waving it off. "Ha! Sure, enjoy the show, then... Perhaps you can do clean-up later, mm?”

“Fat fucking chance.”

Adagio snorted, and Kenta couldn't help but laugh along with her. He had just come in here and basically mounted her best friend right in front of her in a lust-drunk haze. He would’ve understood if the others were pissed off at him, and finding out Aria was ‘okay’ with it all felt like a huge load off his mind.

"M - mmmmhh~" Kenta closed his eyes and latched onto Sunset's lips, running fingers through his lover's hair before bringing them down to brush against her cheek affectionately. He played with her as affectionately as ever even in these heady circumstances, and especially even as he got comfy between her tits. He was taking deep breaths and calming himself down under all of the touching, his hips rolling in response to the loving stimulation of the three girls on his twitching cock. Every so often, one of them would hit a particularly good spot, causing him to suck air in through his teeth and arch his back, depositing a hard-earned dollop of precum into or onto the chosen girl as a reward.

He probably could have got off from this alone if he hadn't just dumped a bucketful in the girl sitting across from him.

Sinking deeper into pleasure, Kenta let himself melt into Sunset's lap. Fluttershy, Pinkie and Sonata's ministrations on his cock felt like they could push him over the edge at any moment, so he tried to stave off orgasm by letting his hand wander.

Except his hands wandered too, and found plentiful purchase on Fluttershy's soft, massive milkers. Not helping! But even as he knew he shouldn’t, his fingers dipped and pressed into the bare flesh, the plush, smooth surface practically absorbing his palm as he rubbed and dragged it all over their expanse.

Eventually, he found the pinkette bimbo’s large, stiff nipple, and roved over the massive nub, flicking, pressing and pulling on it as much as he could. In his perverted mind he thought about how nice it would be to see them pierced, with rings or a chain to tug on. Considering how much Fluttershy seemed to love the idea of him being too big for her, he figured that she might enjoy something like that.

Another little flash of fantasy, but one he shelved for later consideration. It was hard not to want to make a girl like Fluttershy into the perfect show-off doll and arm candy.

“Mmm...” He stroked the pierceable nub of her nipple with the tip of his finger, flicking it back and forth, softly tickling it before tracing circles all around and giving it more tugs. He really was a breast man over anything else, it seemed, and just couldn't keep his hands off of them at all.

But then again, any man would become a breast man looking at the trio of fat racks in front of him, three cheerful, playful teen bitches all with enormous chests looked up at him adoringly... especially when they crudely manhandled their own breasts for him like only truly adoring girls could, only thinking of his pleasure. Sonata was already nude and quick to roughly grasp her tits and mash them against his cock, but Fluttershy and Pinkie were a bit slower on the draw. Pinkie cast her own little top aside before she and Sonata both turned on the girl between them, leering perversely at a suddenly withdrawing Fluttershy.

"Holy moly!" gasped Sonata, prodding one of Fluttershy's breasts with a fingertip, swirling it around in circles while Fluttershy squealed and blubbered, "This girl's out of this world! These are bigger than my whole darn head!"

Pinkie was grinning on the other side, and caught Fluttershy's arms, pulling her into her lap, turning her fully to face Sonata. "Fluttershy’s got the best tits in town! Just look at 'em!"

"Iyaaaan!" squealed Fluttershy as they continued going at her... soon Sonata had both hands on her tits, mashing and squeezing them together. She tugged on her dress, shaking them around even more, making jaw-dropping ripples roll around the oceans of her cleavage. This went beyond just a little wobble, this was rolling waves that went on forever and ever, making the enormous lactating nipples inside her dress let loose, soaking its insides thoroughly in fresh, farm-grade milk. Eventually Pinkie and Sonata hauled her tiny black dress off altogether, freeing a gob-smacking amount of breast which oozed all over Kenta's lap with two big plaps. Fluttershy's head looked tiny compared to those enormous udders... all three of them did!

Two bulging, veiny, nipple-capped flesh-watermelons undulated in Kenta's lap, heaved there by Pinkie and Sonata... and they certainly didn’t seem to be in any hurry to let go! Rather, the playful pair shared a most mischievous grin as they each took hold of one massive mammary with both hands, lifting them up a little... Fluttershy whimpered a little as she seemed to anticipate what was about to transpire.

With naughty grins, Pinkie and Sonata each lifted a milk-gushing cap to their faces... and messily clapped the two together like fine gentlemen clinking their glasses! Fluttershy howled as yet more gushes of milk sprayed all over, right before each girl stuffed her respective Flutter-nipple into her mouth, hungrily suckling! What a shockingly display of improper behaviour, and one that had Kenta throbbing rock-hard.

After a few long, steady gulps, both girls released Fluttershy’s milk-spraying nozzles from their lips with exaggerated “FWAH!” and “PWAH!”s, and slapped one breast a-piece down on either side of Kenta’s shaft, then used both hands to press them together around him! Fluttershy could only stare in awe as two other girls turned her previously gentle titfuck motion into something more like a marshmallow hell - albeit a little marshmallow heaven too - as they each pressed in from either side, crushing Kenta's cock in the depths of her chest. It was pretty telling she was so big they'd rather just use her breasts together than give him a three-way tittyfuck... or maybe they were just saving that for later!

"G-god you girls are something else..."

Watching the three girls touching and playing with each other was like a religious experience for Kenta. The way that Fluttershy reacted to both Pinkie and Sonata's teasings and gropings got Kenta's dick painfully solid before those wondrous fuckpillows even flowed around it. Her body and demeanor just made her all that more fun to tease, and the way she was acting just confirmed that it was something that Fluttershy was into as well.

Once that soft, miraculous chest engulfed Kenta's cock, he bit his lip and let out a groan from deep inside of him. Unable to stop himself, he reached down as well, pawing at Fluttershy's titmeat while pumping his hips with a goofy look on his face.

Sunset rolled her eyes and sighed in mock-resignation while leaning down, placing her head on top of her lover's. A hand crawled down Kenta's chiseled pectorals and fingers teased around his nipple, flicking and tugging, tracing circles over the areola lazily while the body under her jerked and shuddered from the touch. "Damn, you're just insatiable, you know that? Really - big tits or flat chests - just pick one already~"

But Kenta was most certainly choosing 'tits', at least at the current juncture. The head of his cock kept barely poking out of the vast, enveloping cleavage of Fluttershy's milkers over and over again, getting slicker and slicker with his own precum each time. A cascade of lovely sounds emanated from them - wet plapping of skin on skin ringing out while the demure girl's chest rippled and wobbled. Looking at her face, he saw her flushed and panting. Was she actually about to have an orgasm from having her tits being used so roughly?

Up and down Fluttershy’s colossal teats went, with an unforgettable softness that made Kenta’s cock get just as hard to compete with it! Despite Sunset's earlier comment about saving his seed, Pinkie and Sonata started chanting, "Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!" as they mashed his dick over and over again. They wanted nothing more than to see their friend soaked.

"Auuuuhh... If... If Kenta wants to...! I wouldn't... nnngh... miiiind!" groaned Fluttershy, arching her back, her moans rising in fervour as that naughty handling of her breasts brought her nearly to her own peak immediately.

He was about to say something. Maybe some kind of remark or jab back at Sunset, maybe something directed at Fluttershy, but then the chanting from the two mischievous, bouncy imps chimed in. That, plus Fluttershy's admission of wanting Kenta's cum, as well as the mind-melting cavalcade of stimulation, eventually just overwhelmed him completely.

He gripped onto those gigantic S-Rank tits, thrust his ass off of the couch and tossed his head backwards with a gasp. Sunset took advantage of his open mouth and plunged her tongue into it, locking lips with a moan as the man in her grip bucked and thrashed like a wild, horny stallion.

'Stallion.’ Yes, that was definitely the right word, especially given what came next. The cum fountaining out from Kenta's huge rod came in long, thick ropes, jetting upwards with such strength, force and potency as to make it look like it came from some prize breeding stud. Fluttershy even felt the powerful spurts pulsing their way up through the thick shaft buried in her cleavage. Was a human cock actually doing this?

Thick globs liberally splattered onto Pinkie and Sonata, and quite a few even cleared the trio to land onto Adagio far on the other side of the couch, but the one who got the most was obviously the girl right in front of him; the one who had her tits wrapped around the throbbing, jerking firehose. Fluttershy was practically sprayed down with the stuff, her face and hair getting splashed and her breasts getting covered, almost like she had spilled white paint all over her.

The looks of awe on the girl's faces made it all worthwhile, the five women around him spellbound by deep-set hormonal urges to be creamed and filled as they saw that geyser gushing into the air. Even Aria startled in her chair, going from slouching to sitting up straight, staring mesmerized at Kenta's cum making a thorough mess of Fluttershy and the room.

And when all the semen pumping out of the thrashing stud finally died down to a steady drip, and all that was left was an exhausted, panting man who's chest fluttered a mile a minute, naturally their moods changed. Immediately, all girls went from wide-eyed awe... to caring, and praising, and looking after, and gentle, gentle cradling.

"Awww, sweetie," purred Sunset, running her fingers through his hair, while the others rubbed his arms and chest, "Did you go and overdo it again~? You went and made so much cum, just look at poor Fluttershy~"

Sure enough, the pinkette was sitting back, tits on her lap, blinking under a layer of frosting. She tried to wipe some from her face, but immediately got distracted sucking it off her fingers. "I - I don't mind~" she purred, followed by a squeal as Pinkie and Sonata turned their tongues on her.

Sunset laughed, then turned back to Kenta, continuing to rub his forehead. "Well... Not to be a bother or anything, but you can go another round, right?"

The events during the night at the strip club flooded back into Kenta's mind. He completely and utterly forgot exactly how many times he came that night, but in all of its irreverence, he never got too exhausted.

Could he do it again?

He sure hoped so.

Even now, he was panting and sweating from unloading, but that definitely didn't mean he was out. What the hell kind of man would he be if he left a girl like Sunset Shimmer unsatisfied?

He laughed a bit along with Sunset, sat up, and then dragged the fiery girl into his lap. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pressed her back against his chest and gave her ear a little nip with his teeth. Sunset felt the beating of his heart through her back as strong arms surrounded her, his cock (a bit deflated but still hard) jutting up between her legs to poke into her belly and leak the remainder of its contents over her skin.

"Why? Not feeling left out, are you?" In a flash his fingers were between her legs, the middle two pressing into the absolutely nothing her cunt-biter shorts covered to rub and drag over her freely-available pussy. His other hand found her breasts, roughly grabbing one as plenty of soft flesh bulged out between his fingers. Holding onto both her favourite erogenous spots tight, he moved his lips in closer to her ear to talk in a more hushed tone. "It... kinda has been a little bit, hasn't it? Not just today, but..."

With a bit of a quiet laugh through his nose, he closed his eyes and smiled. "Guess I should be asking for your forgiveness. You're so patient, you know?"

"Couldn't... agree... more..." Sunset's voice came out breathlessly as she brought her lips closer and closer to Kenta's. She looked in heat already, eyes hooding, face flushing...

Then the curse of Sunset struck once again. Their playtime together always had a way of being disrupted, and today was no exception.

"You know..."

"Something seems a little off about all this."

They glanced up to see where the voice was coming from, and found Aria had left her seat. She now stood over the six perverts gathered on and around the couch, the tip of her thumb in her mouth as she studied them.

"You two look awfully close, you know? Isn’t this dude supposed to be Adagio's boyfriend?"

She shifted her weight, putting a hand on her hip. "Hmm..."

Shit, that's right! He was supposed to be Adagio's boyfriend during all of this! The teasing of the concert and everything that just happened had knocked Kenta's mind out and he was only just now starting to come to. Aria had been so quiet that he had almost forgotten she was there with the other girls all over him like they were.

Adagio's face turned a little pink. Her post-orgasmic stupor had her at a disadvantage against this sudden, unexpected investigation. "Well, of course he is... Men are just, um, pigs like that, you know...?"

Aria laughed, shrugging, clearly enjoying the attention. To say nothing of getting to watch Adagio squirm, that was a real favourite of hers. "Guess I was wrong about you being the jealous type... I mean, if you're just sharing him with whoever..."

Adagio grit her teeth. Clearly getting aggravated! "Of course, Aria... What girl wouldn't want to rub it in everyone else's faces that she had such a great boyfriend? I'm just showing these stooges a little... generosity!"

Adagio leaned back, smiling, feeling like she had recovered smoothly. Now Aria was closer, she even coyly spread her legs, showing off her creampie like it was an assertion of dominance. "Besides... he said my pussy's the best... See how much he left inside me~?"

Kenta was stunned. Adagio was risking getting impregnated right now and rather than clean it all out she was using it to one-up on her besties. The irresponsibility of youth didn’t even begin to describe such an utterly wild sight.

Aria took another swig of her drink, thinking things over... before turning to Kenta. "Hey, you, the guy who's painting our dressing room white..."

"Is that true? Adagio's really your favourite?"

Kenta took a wide-eyed glance over at Adagio and glanced back at Aria. Her face was steel and it was pressing down on him... where the hell was this eagle-eyed inspector during the Cozy Glow incident?!

How in the world could Kenta say that Adagio was his favorite? He liked Adagio - he liked all of his students - but if it came down to having to pick just one person, then the choice should be obvious, shouldn't it?

...

Of course. That's what Aria picked up on. It was obvious. Kenta mentally kicked himself for being so open. He should have seen this coming; Adagio had asked him to lie and say he was her boyfriend, but he'd never been good at lying at all.

"U - um. Well uh... about that..." He nervously glanced around as he scratched the back of his head. Really, he could just say 'yes' and it'd probably work, and he was supposed to be Adagio's boyfriend tonight in the first place. Though even as he tried to come right out and say it, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Sunset was right in front of him, sitting on his lap. What the hell would that do to her if he said something like that right into her ears?

This was really all his fault. Sunset even said that he had apparently made an impression on Adagio with what happened during wrestling. Adagio said that she had never even been touched like that by a man before. He had popped her cherry. Of course she was going to get attached.

...Was everyone getting that attached?

The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. No wonder all of the other teachers had fled Bakunyuu. How does someone handle a whole school full of bombshells like that and not immediately start perving on them? He was just going to end up hurting them, right?

Except that wasn’t what Sunset had told him.

A memory flashed unbidden into Kenta’s mind, one where he and Sunset were standing together in the school’s courtyard. Words spoken at a time that now felt so long ago: “I mean, okay, maybe I've only known you for two days, but... You're not that kind of guy. You've been nothing but selfless, so worrying about hurting us is no surprise. Just don’t let it tear you up inside, okay?"

Sunset was right. Worrying about that did no good. Kenta was someone who protected. What he actually felt didn't matter because Adagio was someone who needed to be protected right now.

Behind his pupils, Kenta's eyes began to burn as he stared at the twin-tailed attacker. He squeezed Sunset's hand tightly as if to apologize in advance. She squeezed it back.

Then, he untangled himself from Sunset and seated her next to him, before standing up straight and meeting Aria's unflinching gaze head-on. He told himself she would understand. Even if it was based on a lie, he wanted to protect Adagio's dignity. That's what it meant for him. He’d take a blow meant for someone else, and do it gladly.

With a wide stance and his scarred arms crossed against his bulging pecs, Kenta struck a powerful pose. Or he probably would have if it wasn't for his lack of clothes, his dripping, uncovered cock hanging in front of him.

"And what if she is?" Well. It wasn't a lie. It was just a question, right...? In Kenta's mind, this was his big concession, his big manly protector moment, and he felt like he had somehow gotten around all of Aria's suspicion. In reality, he was probably just even more blatantly obvious.

Sunset was right there to back him up. "That's exactly right~ He said it himself, the rest of us girls can't hold a candle to Adagio... That's what you wanted to hear, right?"

Adagio nodded after hesitating. "Mm!"

Sunset was picking up speed now, enjoying silencing the mouthy Siren. "I bet... I bet even here, with six girls here, he'd rather just fuck her six times if he could!"

Aria hiccuped. The booze was getting to her. But nevertheless she narrowed her eyes, glaring at Sunset, then took the half-finished bottle in her hands and forcefully chugged what remained. She set it down on the coffee table with a thud. She had everyone's attention now, and seemed to not care how rude she was being.

"Huh... Sounds like he's pretty dedicated to her, yeah... I guess that would explain everything if he loves her that much... Sounds like he wouldn't have any trouble picking her pussy out of a crowd, huh?"

Adagio's lips moved silently as she processed what Aria was saying, but Sunset shot straight ahead. Before Adagio could stop her, the redhead said "That's right!"

Aria smirked, finally getting the conversation where she wanted it. "You shouldn't have any problem proving it, then."

It was Sunset's turn to be silenced. "Huh?"

"We've got a lot of girls here, don't we...?" asked Aria, fumbling around on the ground as she looked for something. It was slow-going when you considered how much of her view those breasts were constantly blocking, and doubly again when coupled with the entire bottle of Jack in her tummy. But she managed somehow.

She suddenly popped up again, clutching one of their old bandannas, and tossed it to Kenta. "Put that on.”

He stared at it blankly, then began to wind it around his head.

“Over your eyes, idiot! Come on, there's a good boy." Up until now her voice through all of this had been its usual flat, disinterested tone but Kenta felt like a little note of amusement had crept in at some point, just maybe. She was definitely basking in the attention if nothing else.

"Let’s call it... Pussy Russian Roulette.”

"P-pussy Russian Roulette???" The thought of the act brought back memories of a certain blonde co-worker, and he suddenly wondered how she was holding up.

“Shaddap,” scolded Aria, pointing a finger at him. “As I was saying, you can all take turns riding blindfold boy over there... and he can guess who's on him. Actually, make it even easier: he just needs to cum when he thinks he's in Adagio. If she's his 'favourite' he should get it every time... or at the very least cum in her more than any of the rest of you."

She glanced towards Fluttershy. "But no touching though. Otherwise he'd pick out the cow over there immediately with her fat-ass chest." Fluttershy immediately folded her hands over her breasts, blushing.

"Maybe tie his hands or something..." she mused, feeling her drunken idea out.

Adagio scoffed behind her hand, as if knowing exactly how to put a stop to this silliness. "But Aria, dear, Russian Roulette has six chambers. We'll be short a girl, won't we? What are we supposed to do, go out and drag some random whore in off the street? Or are you planning to fill in for the absentee?"

Aria snarled. For a second, she actually halted in her tracks. But she recovered quickly enough, a little lightbulb appearing over her head. She went to the other side of the room and dug around in the bags there, before pulling out a rather intimidating-looking weapon against dicks: a little cardboard box with a picture of Aria Blaze on the outside, juggs and all. She broke the seal, popped it off, and brandished a large Tenga fleshlight, in striking teal and purple colours. "Remember your stupid idea to market Dazzlings fleshlights...? Molded after our actual insides? Looks like it just came in handy, huh?" She wrapped her hand around the little cock-teasing toy, looking at Kenta's cock with newfound interest.

"What was it you called him again, Adagio? An 'ape', right? So a plastic pussy should be enough to fool that third leg of his~"

Sonata clapped her hands. "That's our Aria! You're so smart!"

Adagio grit her teeth, but eventually laughed bitterly and shrugged. "Well, I suppose it could be a fun party game at least... I just hope you're prepared to deal with the lynch mob when everyone else goes home painfully unsatisfied because someone was too busy messing around."

Sunset looked unimpressed, sitting back with her arms folded. But eventually she just sighed and shrugged, "I guess drama like this really is just part of being a Dazzlings fan... You want to humour her for tonight, Kenta?"

Kenta crossed his arms and hung his head, eyes closed in thought. "Hmmmmmm..." Well, he'd already been in Adagio, right? So how hard could it be? Plus he couldn't exactly back out now, considering that he'd already come this far.

If he was being honest with himself, the thought of not knowing who he was screwing was... actually pretty hot. The more he thought about it, the more it appealed to him: all of these girls switching out, each one using his dick like some sort of tool just to get off? He wasn't really into the whole domination and submission thing, if he was being honest, but this really had a tinge of a sort of casual atmosphere that really seemed to tick a box for him. Without even meaning to, he started to get hard again, cock rising to life.

It wasn't long until the huge thing was red and throbbing, generously leaking and back in full working order.

The rising dick didn't escape Sunset's notice and she sighed, muttering under her breath. "...Guess that's a 'yes', then."

"BUT I HAVE ONE CONDITION!" Without warning, Kenta yelled out in a hot blooded manner, pointing a finger at Aria with his wide chest thrust outwards. "When I win... I get to have my way with you!"

Episode 6: The Dazzlings Concert Part 4

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In Kenta's mind, there was no way that Aria, someone who was so willing to use a pocket pussy, would ever actually agree to this. She obviously wouldn't want to go through with something like that, so she'd just call the silly game off and then everyone could relax!

...Right?

Aria wrinkled her nose at him. "Sure... Just as long as you buy me another bottle of this stuff so I can drink myself into a coma first."

Adagio looked startled, then burst out laughing, doubling over in her seat. Sonata started laughing too, heck, even a few of the other girls giggled or covered their mouths.

Kenta sighed with a bit of a smile on his face. "It was worth a shot, I guess... You have a great body." He actually conveyed that last bit completely seriously; Aria did have a great body and she more than likely knew it, too. Whether she cared about that fact or not was still up for debate.

"... Just don't get ahead of yourself, okay?" said Aria with a hand on her hip, doing her best to project an image of chastity while literally shaking her bare (aside from body glitter) tits at him. "Let's see how well you do first. Tie him up."

Adagio, Pinkie Pie and Sonata sprang to comply, while Fluttershy and Sunset made room for them. The couch didn't work for what they had in mind so they brought out an old wooden chair and sat Kenta in it, strapping his arms to the side of the chair and running the rope entirely around his chest and the back of the chair. Sure, it wasn't the most secure thing in the world - if he tried to stand up he'd just lift the chair up with him - but it worked for their purposes.

The rope was a little coarse and bit into his thick skin, but with all the excitement he barely noticed. The girls who weren't naked already started stripping off what little clothes they still had on... needless to say it took about 5 seconds all up. It was a little shocking seeing six nude female bodies walking around in front of him all at once, all buxom and busty without exception. He felt like a judge at a swimsuit contest.

If he wasn't already hard, then watching the girls strip in front of him certainly finished up the task. His pulsing dick was practically pouring precum like a faucet. The anticipation of having these drop-dead gorgeous sluts riding him finally started to cement itself in his mind and Kenta bit his lower lip as Sunset strutted behind him to block out his vision of such a heavenly sight.

Dropping the bandanna over his eyes, she ended his last glimpse of Heaven... but not before he made sure to burn the image onto his eyeballs as best as he could. "No cheating, okay?" Sunset said as she tied it firmly around his head.

"Now, remember," said Adagio in a loud, clear voice, "No giving him any hints, girls. That means no talking, no moaning... Sonata, that goes double for you!"

Sonata rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, 'You sound like an air raid siren, Sonata'," she said in a cute imitation of Adagio's deep voice.

Complying with the rules, he sat down in the chair, looking over at Adagio with a bit of mock surprise. "H - Hey, Adagio, whose side are you on, here, huh? Can I at least get a kiss first?"

"This should help cover things up a bit too," said Adagio, coming over to Kenta with a heavy pair of headphones and a music player. Loaded up with all the Dazzlings latest hits, too, as if he weren’t obsessed with them enough already! This was going to be the real titillating torture of this whole affair... as Adagio placed the headphones over Kenta's ears, blocking out the ambient sound, the hypnotic, cock-hardening vocalizations of the supernatural Sirens began to pour into his brain, flooding his senses with Adagio, Sonata and Aria... and he'd be listening to it all while those very same pop idols were riding his fat cock and cumming all over it~

Once the headphones came on, it was almost impossible for him to not give out a little gasp through his teeth. The rhythmic pulsing of the bass and the silken voices of the Dazzlings filled his ears, causing him to squirm a bit as if he was supposed to be instinctually thrusting to the beat of the song. 'Hypnotic' definitely was the word for it, and it made him wonder if this whole thing wasn't like some horny version of a sensory deprivation chamber.

After a shuddering sigh, Kenta steeled himself. Even with all this stimulation, he had a mission to accomplish.

Of course, there was no way he could actually hope to succeed. That was the thought that rapidly came to mind as the giggling posse of horny harpies in front of him got to work, strutting around him in a circle. They might have seemed like phantoms if not for the sensual clacking of those blocky high heels they all had on, the girls circling around their trapped prey like sharks.

It was all too much to keep track of. He was totally at their mercy and they made him feel it, a dozen hands dancing over his body at once as they circled and circled. Fingertips trailed over his ears, his chin, his throat, always around and around... the distant giggling of schoolgirls barely reached his ears as fuck-me beats continued to pour into his mind.

Someone was climbing on top of him. It was nearly impossible to tell who... all he knew was that a glistening, tight pussy was wrapping around him, plunging his cock into a blazing heat that made him groan and tremble. Ruthless bitch-breeding started immediately, the unknown girl squatting over his raging hardon, shaking her ass up and down, sinking him deeper with each pound of her hips in his lap. Was it Pinkie? The ass didn't seem heavy enough. Was it Adagio? He wondered if he'd be able to use the songstress's huge head of hair as a clue somehow...? Countless thoughts whizzed through his mind as this slut rode his cock, and then those thoughts began to evaporate as the pleasure took over.

Then, as soon as she was there, it was like she was gone again, climbing off to make room for his next rider. One again another super-hot lava-like pussy washed around him, soaking him in sticky, gushing pussy juices, once again he was arching his back, the chair creaking beneath him as he desperately sought to flex his hips to sink deeper into that smothering embrace. Someone's hands grasped his shoulders but he couldn't tell if it were the girl riding him or someone behind her!

This was torture. Kenta was sure that this had to be illegal. In one moment a tight, hot hole was lovingly wrapped around his throbbing shaft, warming it like only a pussy could, and then in the next, it was zipping up off of him, leaving his cock bucking in the cool air, squirting a tiny bit of precum while his hips tried to lift in the desperate attempt to return him to that glorious warmth.

Over and over again they kept going, using him like a personal fucktoy. Even as he tried to guess who was who, he couldn't help but have his mind wander and get caught up in the decadent pleasure of it all. He suddenly thought back to when Sunset was teasing him about how they were all his cocksleeves. Turnabout was fair play, he guessed, and he was getting a generous helping of turnabout smeared all over his dick. These sluts were ruthless.

On and on the pussy-parade went... and he was supposed to pour his cum into only one of these girls? How? His only respite came when he felt a little nibble on his earlobe, much how Sunset always gave him... It wasn't concrete evidence by any means, but it was a start?

Of course, just because he knew which girl was Sunset, didn't mean he might not end up pouring a hot, thick load into her anyway...

But it was still a small relief when he felt those teeth on his ear, in a sense. Despite the fact that he had to instantly tighten up the muscles in his midsection to keep from flooding her womb, knowing that it was Sunset who was riding him in that moment made it all the better. He could figure this out. It wasn't impossible.

Kenta gave out a little moan and leaned his head back, trying his best to sit as still as possible while the girl he desperately wanted to fill full of his cum rode out a shaky, twitching orgasm, popping the head of his cock in and out of her cervix like she was giving him a handjob. All the while, he panted and moaned, biting his tongue, forcing himself by any means not to give in.

Eventually, Sunset's hips calmed down. She dragged her hands down Kenta's glistening chest slowly as she raised herself off of him. He couldn't see it, but he felt a veritable flood of her girlcum pouring down over his thighs, and he thought he could hear Sonata exclaim something.

Making it through without giving in was a bit sobering for him, and redoubled his efforts to find the right pussy. His mind pictured exactly what he was looking for: huge, bouncy ass, powerful thighs, a tight twat that was burning-hot and almost cruelly vice-like in its ability to coax out men's seed. Adagio was a prodigy in more than just music, she was a top-tier cockmilker in high heels and glittering paint.

Just as Kenta was daydreaming about it, he felt a surprisingly similar sensation slowly enveloping his shaft. The dirty, vacuum-sealed hug made him snap out of his reverie, and his fat cock expanded in surprise, causing the owner of this velvety pussy to jump a bit before settling down into her rhythm.

Plap-plap-plap-plap. He felt a huge, soft ass bouncing on his hips. Every time it moved upward, it felt like it was dragging him up with it, not wanting to let the precious tool inside of it go. The way her bounces were going, though, made Kenta take notice. What was it? It took a moment for him to realize: the rhythm that she was moving was the same as the beat of the song that was pouring into his ears!

She could probably hear the muffled sounds of the music pouring through the headphones... Sonata seemed like she was too airheaded to notice the music... Aria had already said she was going to be using a fleshlight... This was different...

This was dedication! Adagio wasn't born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she had to work and work and work for what she got. Even if she wasn't purposefully trying to do it, how many practice sessions has she been through? She's probably heard this song so many times that it's muscle memory for her to fall into the dance routine - she could probably do it in her sleep!

The music was reaching its crescendo. Its heavy beats drove her directly into Kenta's hips with each bounce. Every tugging, teasing lift was then met with a fierce driving downward. Each time, the head of his aching dick pressed against her womb with sharp pecking kisses. He felt her walls quivering and tightening against his member, his fat dick about ready to explode, just waiting for the starting gun to fire.

Adagio had to be craving his cum like nothing else. She was praying, begging for him to finish inside of her - for the competition and for herself. Who wouldn’t creampie such a desperate, needy little brat?

Eventually the final drop in the song came, and she clenched around him and slammed down on his cock with enough force to drive him into her womb, begging to be filled. At the same moment Kenta forced his hips up as best as he could, moaning out as he burst. Enough cum for all six of them flooded into Adagio's waiting baby factory, bulging her midsection out slightly before the thick, burning liquid burst out of her pussy, shooting out of her with enough force to audibly splatter onto the floor and coat Kenta's legs, her ass, and the chair besides.

It was almost like a hot, viscous waterfall of white.

Panting, gasping for breath, Kenta tilted his head back. "A - Adagio... Mngh... Th - That's... fucking Adagio."

"Ha!" laughed a triumphant Adagio, shuddering as she felt Kenta's cum poured into her for the second time tonight... If this was all a scheme to get her all the creampies he could muster, it was certainly working in her favour.

She hopped off of Kenta, semen still flowing down her legs, and curtsied rather theatrically to Aria, who just folded her arms and turned her nose up at her rival. "What - ever!" groaned Aria, suffering under the high beam projection that was Adagio's smugness.

Kenta moved to be freed, standing up a little, but Aria just shoved him back down in his seat. "We're not done yet," she grunted, throwing a leg over him, sitting down heavily in his lap with the pocket pussy at the ready.

"This stupid dick looks like it's still got plenty more cream in it," she grunted, wrapping a hand around Kenta's shaft, needling it with her fingernails as she began to pump him back to hardness.

"Let's see if he can go two for two..."

How could he? He'd just got done cumming! This girl had to be crazy. She tried teasing the head of his cock with the pocket pussy for a moment before giving up on it... and she coughed, clearing her throat. She picked up a beer, took a sip to clear her mouth out a bit, then leaned in close to his ear. With Aria's gigantic breasts pushed against his chest, the selfish girl began to rock back and forth on his lap. She inched forwards until her dripping pussy lips were smashed against the shaft of his pole, grinding against him, using her tits, trying whatever she could think of to get that dick hard.

Aria straddling Kenta and pressing her magnificent breasts against his chest was heaven, and the most convincing part of the deal, but feeling her naked pussy leaving its stickiness and glitter all up his dick wasn't bad either. He rolled his hips against her, trying as he might to drag the tip of his cock into her slit but it just wasn't going in due to being a bit flaccid, much to his chagrin. The fact that he still couldn't see anything was getting a bit annoying, too.

Aria was getting impatient. She yanked the headphones off his head and leaned in. "Hey, you're not done, right? Stand this thing up again! It’s got more pussy to fuck!"

She really didn’t sound happy Kenta had been able to pick Adagio out from the pussy lineup. He was fine with it, though, if it meant that she was rubbing her body all over him. He just wished that he could grab hold of those tits.

"More? Y-you want me to do mmmmm...mmmhhhhmmmghh~" Before Kenta could finish vocalizing his objections, a dripping hot voice entered his ear.

Aria had begun to sing. A song he hadn't heard before, one that felt like it was being poured directly into his ear. Adagio and Sonata shared a concerned look, but neither of them spoke up as Aria continued, sticking her tongue out, pouring more and more sound into his ear, vibrating his inner ear. Heavier, heavier, heavier it came, a wall of sound fucking his ear with deep, resonating harmonies... and the Siren's spell began to take hold of him, his mind clouding with renewed thoughts of lust. The chair began to creak as he wormed around in it, his fat dick suddenly jumping up with renewed energy, as if the Siren's sexual moaning were filling it up, making his balls churn with renewed breeding energy.

Was it irresponsible for her to use her powers like this? Absolutely.

Did Aria care? Fuck no. She just knew she needed a man with a hard, throbbing cock for her fun, and Kenta had the added bonus of having a goddamn elephant dick. She figured he was just as much to blame here as she was.

He could feel Aria's breathy, musical moans worming their way into his brain and it began to short circuit him from the inside, causing his entire body to tingle. Confused, every word that he tried to form just came out as some kind of lewd groan, and his head felt like it was full of fizzy, pink soda. For some reason he was absolutely sure that the soda was pink.

Fuck, he felt good. The air all around him was tickling his skin, making him writhe with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. His cock shot up to full strength like it was spring loaded, instantly drooling like an animal during mating season. Even the ropes tying him down felt good.

She tapped a finger on the head of his erect dick, and looked rather pleased when it came away trailing copious semen. "There we go. Think you can pull off another miracle, 'Dagi?"

"You can fucking count on it," shot back their leader.

"Whha... Mmmh..." Kenta swallowed, trying to form some kind of sentence in his brain, but words were hard. Instead, he just wanted a nice, hot hole to shove his cock into. "Whhhat did you... d-do to me...?"

Was this some kind of trap? Another Geomorph? What the hell was going on?

Whatever dark magic the sirens were weaving over him, it certainly worked. Adagio chewed her lip, wondering if this was alright, but... she did want a hard dick too. Something that might normally have earned Aria a scolding was, therefore, overlooked.

The roulette started up a second time, and with Kenta's first defeat! The drug-like influence pumping through his brain made it hard to think, hard to do anything but fuck, and he hammered away at anything and everything that got on top of him. Even Aria's ministrations weren't spared. She'd joked that he wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a fake pussy and a real one, but in his current state that might actually be true. He was hitting the pussies in front of him so hard he might break them.

It happened during a changeover between Adagio and Pinkie... If any two girls were easy to mix up, it was them: both sporting enough posterior for two or three girls, they teasingly bumped hips together as Adagio was going and Pinkie was coming, a reverberating impact of flesh that came with a big clap, and made endless waves of motion spill through the dense, plump tissues of both wobbling cabooses.

The second Pinkie straddled Kenta, trying her best not to crush him with her considerable weight, he was off again, jack-hammering inside of her, pumping that pretty teen pussy. Not to be outdone, Pinkie hung on for dear life and slammed down on his thighs, grinding side-to-side, giggling cutely in his ear. It barely took any time at all before Pinkie was going off like a firecracker, one eye pinched half-shut as Kenta finished inside of her.

"Wowieeeee!" she squealed, even as Kenta was moaning Adagio's name. She wasted no time in lifting his blindfold and grinning right in the deliriously orgasming man's face, before clasping both his cheeks in a hand and kissing him deeply.

"Mwaaaah! Nope! Just Pinkie!" she squealed, right before her head shot back so far it looked like it was going to fall off, only her arms wrapped around his neck keeping her from falling off entirely. "Whoooaaaaoaoaoaoaoooaoahhhhh!! Wha~!"

Adagio facepalmed, while Aria just smirked. "Easy to mix those two up, they’re both fatasses!"

"Thanks!" giggled Pinkie, looking at Aria upside down.

Kenta's blindfold was replaced and the girls went for round three, where Kenta finally had his first windfall. He'd been feeling girls riding him for sometime and Adagio must have been needing a refresher; she had been dancing all night after all! She braced her hands on the chair legs and leaned back slightly, at which point their blinded, deafened victim was able to feel a sprig of densely-curled hair brush his thigh. Just the hint he'd been looking for~!

After that it took only a second for him to figure out it was Adagio. Well, it was either that, or the brief tickle set something off in his hazy pink, fuck-addled brain, because he immediately picked his hips off of the chair, taking the budding diva along for the ride.

Kenta gripped onto the back of the chair where his hands were tied, shifting his center of gravity with a fairly worrying sound of creaking wood as he began to thrust his hips upwards. With Adagio holding onto the chair's legs for dear life, her ass was being twerked and bounced for her, the two jiggling orbs wobbling and slapping against each other while the bronco underneath bucked up into her with such force as to make her think that he was trying to fuck through her.

Panting grunts and groans came from deep within Kenta's throat, forced out of a now slightly drooling lip being bit down on. It was impossible for any of the girls to tell due to the blindfold, but his eyes were definitely rolling up into his head.

But his piston-fucking didn't slow at all, only becoming more and more intense. His mad thrusting left Adagio suspended in the air for a split second after each thrust, only to immediately be followed by his crotch smacking against her right after, her tight, puffy mound filled with enough dick to make her see stars.

With all the weight he was currently leaning on the chair, it was kind of inevitable what happened next. With a loud crack, the wood split, the backing that Kenta was using to support himself broke off, sending him bending far backwards. At the same time that the broken piece of the chair clattered to the ground (along with Kenta's shoulders), he shot off his third geyser into Adagio, who had taken up purchase on top of his hips.

With even more of Kenta's potent seed waterfalling down around them, it kind of looked like a lewd fountain statue. Meanwhile, he was still trying to thrust his hips up into the big-assed twerkbunny on top of him, even while his balls bounced, tensed, and dumped more of that white warmth into her.

Adagio lifted her head up slowly, feeling a little dizzy after the big plunge. But once her senses returned to her, she squirmed in Kenta's lap, grinding his raw dick on her insides teasingly. "Mmh... Well, Aria? Satisfied yet? I'd say that puts paid to your little concern!"

Aria groaned, rolling her eyes. "Ugh. What - ever! He just got lucky."

Sonata thrust a fist in the air. "Better keep going, then!"

"He looks pooped, girls..."

Aria grinned. "You know what that means."

... And, as it turned out, there was something so much worse than having a Siren singing in your ear, coaxing your tired dick back to full life. And that was having three Sirens doing it. Kenta thrashed and squirmed on the floor as Adagio, Aria and Sonata all purred their magical song into his ears, driving him deeper and deeper under their spell, making his dick rage even bigger, even harder, even fuller. Sunset and the others watched with great curiosity, ready to step in if necessary, but it looked like Kenta was juuuust fine with it.

From there on out, our hero remembered very little. There was no rational process behind the sex anymore, just the girls ravenously all taking their cut. The competition seemed long forgotten, and now these hungry bitches were just treating him like a living dildo. And with the headphones long since forgotten, he was treated to every moan, every purr, every orgasmic female screaming her lungs out as she got screwed. Turns out Sonata wasn't the only loud girl in this group, not by a long shot.

How many times did he cum in the end? Ten? Twelve? More? It was impossible to say. Womb after womb was stuffed, just about every girl in the room getting a long-overdue cream-filling. He even came with Aria straddling him, her low voice growling in his ear to make a lot of cum for her toy. Try as he might to not surrender, thinking he'd much rather gush into a raw pussy, she got a load too, and laughed at him mockingly all the way through his orgasm. "There we go... Wasn't so hard, now was it? That's one less creampie for bitch-Dagio, and one for me."

Finally, finally, it seemed like the pack of troublemaking bimbos had had their fun, and they were finally ready to let their fucktoy go and take care of his aching dick. Laying on the floor as he was, he soon felt Sunset Shimmer kneeling down beside him, carefully untying his bonds and removing his blindfold.

He sat up, seeing Adagio, Fluttershy, Pinkie and Sonata all lounging around in the aftermath. They all had that same thing binding them together, their mark as participants in this wild sex romp: pussies full of foamy, gushing white cream, most of it training down their thighs. Of course, Sunset beside him had plenty coming out of her too.

He didn't see Aria at first. But he did see her pocket pussy, set on top of the coffee table among various emptied drink bottles and things. Just as he was about to take a closer look at it - see if it was in the same state as its more fleshy counterparts, he suddenly saw Aria at the door, one hand raised in a lazy wave. "Alright, jerks... I'm out of here."

The girls all said goodbye - Kenta could barely muster the energy - but from where he lay on the ground he did see something odd for a moment. When Aria moved to leave, he felt like he saw something sticky oozing out from between her spread legs as she stood silhouetted in the doorway, just for a very brief second. Had he imagined it?

Sunset had a secret little smile on her face as his eyes drifted back to the pocket pussy on the table... and something finally sunk in.

It hadn't been used once all night.

"Looks like you went a little overboard..." she said, patting his head. "Someone want to get Kenta something to drink?"

Adagio waved her hands towards the fridge. "There's still plenty of beer."

"I meant water!"

The girls were already laughing and bickering again, as if nothing had ever happened with Aria in the first place. What a night~

Episode 7: The Sweetie Belle Chronicles

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Kenta was doing one of his usual nightly patrols of the school before he locked up, it was normal to make sure all the students were out of his and Celestia's hair and there were no stragglers. It wasn't unusual to catch one or two girls stealthily sneaking a cigarette break in the bathrooms or things like that... so a stern reprimanding was often necessary.

But tonight he found something pretty nice for a change instead.

It was while he was checking on the computer labs. He heard the hum of a computer still switched on, and when he went to investigate who should he find but Sweetie Belle, standing in front of one of the computers. She was bent over at the waist, one hand click-click-clicking away on the mouse, and the other buried right up inside her teen twat as she ogled the filthy porn displayed on-screen. Little moans escaped her lips as she furiously masturbated, exclusively to porn of much older men with tiny, petite, flat-chested teens.

She was as pretty as ever, a walking barbie doll with candy-caramel hair, big lush eyes, thick hips and a fat round ass... Her pale body and dripping pussy were just asking to get taken advantage of.

Kenta had been pent up all day long. A few close calls with stretches during P.E. had left him on edge, especially when one girl had bent over and had her gym thong completely swallowed up. If it wasn't for his lame excuse of needing to go and get a drink of water, he probably would have lost it. The whole day afterwards had him counting the minutes until he could go home and rub one or ten out before collapsing onto his bed.

So seeing the sight in front of him completely did him in. Silently, he stared at Sweetie Belle watching something that she shouldn't be, especially on the school computers, while his cock jolted to full-mast almost immediately.

Fuck. And the content, too. It really, really had to be that, didn't it? Kenta could feel his full, aching balls begging for release and something in his head snapped. She was looking at older men fucking younger girls anyway, so maybe he would just have to teach her a lesson in why girls shouldn't stick around after school for so long. Yes, that was surely the only reason. Definitely nothing else.

Quietly, Kenta slipped out of his pants, his rock hard dick throbbing in response to the cool, air conditioned comp lab, causing a thick and heady stream of precum to leak from the tip. Stepping forward, he suddenly placed his large hand down onto Sweetie's fat ass, sinking his fingers in as he gripped the little tart. His huge dick instantly plopped down on top of that fat shelf, radiating sudden warmth onto her barely-covered behind.

"You shouldn't be here so late you know." Kenta bent down and sternly talked into her ear, teasing her while he kneaded and grinded against her bent-over form. It was hard to manage, but he felt that the opportunity absolutely couldn't be wasted. "What if something was to happen? I wonder just what’s kept you up here for so long..."

All the while, the sound of moaning from the computer's speakers made it really hard to excuse away the debased acts on screen.

"Ah!" Sweetie was startled for just a moment...

... and then... "Ohhhh..."

Her big watery eyes bubbled over with warmth and lust, a pink haze infusing their glow. She'd already been bent over as if wanting to be filled, but now she started raising her butt higher too, rolling the cheeks in big, slow, undulating waves. Such a wide-eyed cutie shouldn't have such a big, round, juicy bottom but the proof was right in front of him. And clapping noisily away around his cock.

At the same time, the finger dug into her pussy started going faster, releasing hot squirts of wet girl-juice all over the floor at a steadily increasing pace.

When Sweetie looked back, her eyes were bubbling over with hearts that saw only the father of her future children and his big, aching, steel-hard, student-raping cock. "Uuuohh... Heehee... Sorry, sensei, I guess I just go carried away... I'm a naughty girl, eehee~" She thrust back at him as she said it, engulfing his lap in juicy, squishy butt.

"You really are a slut, huh~?" Kenta blurted out what was on his mind without thinking. To be fair, having a student pressing her absurdly fertile hips back into him had him at a bit of a loss. The brazenness of this candy-cute bitch was doing him in immediately. "Looks like someone will have to teach you a lesson!"

Wasting no more time, he reared his hand back and brought the palm down onto Sweetie's generous ass with a loud, meaty smack. Her whole behind rippled and wobbled in response, impossibly tight and bouncy against his palm. A few more spanks and he quickly left a bright red mark.

Honestly, Kenta couldn't take it any more. It was too much having all of this in front of him and it was an affront to nature to not be breeding this whore by now. His hands gripped onto her waist, almost wrapping around the tiny girl completely as he lifted her up off of the tips of her toes and dragged the entirety of his huge cock down in between her asscheeks with a wet, squishing sound.

"Guess I gotta be the one to do it~"

Pressing the tip of his monstrous member against her, he pushed forward, trying his absolute best to penetrate such a tight hole. Thankfully, Sweetie's cunt was pouring with nectar, and his burning-hot rod eventually found purchase, peeling apart those pure pink folds as he slowly began to slide in.

Sweetie Belle's puffy, plump lower lips felt like they were made for this... made for Kenta's thick cock to slide deep between. The pretty cutie with her adorable accessories dangling and jingling all over her arched her back as she was penetrated, releasing a sweet little wail that made Kenta glad they were (probably) the only ones in this part of the school. Her velvety folds invited him deeper, taking every bit of raging hardness his cock had to give and repaying it with supremely squishy softness. "Uuuooohh... Kenta-daddy's fat cock! Ahhh, it's inside me, I'm being fucked by daddyyyyyy!"

In her sex-addled haze, the skank tried to fish around inside of her tiny uniform top, eventually retrieving a Student ID card from where it hung around her neck on its lanyard. She lifted it up and shoved it in his face as he began to smoothly and roughly fuck away at the tight girly core sucking away at him.

"But you caaaan't... Mmmh, look, Mr. Tadashii, Sweetie's tight cunny is right here! She thrust it right under his nose while clinging to the desk with the other hand, almost hidden behind the massive bulge of her delicious donk. The innocently-smiling girl in the Student ID looked up at him, totally pure and unsullied as a stark contrast to the bitch climaxing all over his raging hard cock.

"You're a pervert... A pervert’s cock is making me cuuum... Nyaaaahhhh!" She arched her back, tongue sticking out, as gooey hot fluids soaked his cock in what must be her third or fourth climax since he'd started pounding her.

Every single word out from between her dirty lips just egged him on more and more. At this point, he wasn't going to stop until her womb was wrapped around the head of his dick and the bulge in her belly was pressing into the desk below her.

And having her ID thrust up into his face only made Kenta's grip around her tiny waist harder. Having an academy-aged girl all over the giant fucking cock stretching her insides was the best.

Kenta grabbed a hold of Sweetie's lanyard in order to yank it up closer to his face, causing her to choke on the cord as his hips pump-pump-pumped. Sure enough, she was right about it, but he kept a strong hold on that little string around her throat for a while. You know, just to make sure.

His thrusts caught a steady rhythm, thrusting and slamming away at the dangling girl underneath him, his thighs making wet slapping sounds as they made contact with her cutie ass. Her meaty slit began to squish against the base of his tool as every thrust took him deeper and deeper. If he was going to knock her up, he'd make sure to do it directly.

"You got harder when you saw my ID, daddy... O - Oohhhhhh!"

Another climax. This brat-bitch was thrilled beyond belief to have found such a... 'useful' teacher, one who would do what other men wouldn't and use her like the fuckdoll she wanted to be. Everything she was saying was now a tacit attempt to goad him on, to give her what she needed and flood her eager womb with cum.

Her cervix opened up to Kenta, swallowing the head of his cock, and her belly hit the table with a thump. The girl's lower body was now wrapped around his cock, a huge bulge in her front not seeming to slow her down at all. She gave the outline of his sturdy cock a flick with her fingers before grasping the table two-handed and letting him do what needed to be done.

"Mmmmh... Now you'll cum... Just like those men in my videos... Ahhh, kiss me, kiss me while you cum, daddyyyy...!" she whined, before soaking that fat cock in another flush of juices. Litres of girl-cum had poured out of her now, and there certainly seemed to be no end in sight. Maybe he should replace some of that lost fluid~

His own legs shaking, Kenta felt himself losing the battle against his balls with every dirty word out of this brat’s mouth. The fact that she was getting off so hard on every single thrust made him want to double his efforts to pound her even harder. Maybe he should just make her into his personal cumdumpster - the way her eyes shone as he used her made him think that would put her on cloud nine.

"Gnnnngh fuckkkk...." Eloquently, Kenta tried to respond to Sweetie's masterful words, but all that came out were moans and gasps. Instead, he figured that it'd be better to finish up and use her for her intended purpose.

Yanking her up by her hair, Kenta darted his tongue in and out of Sweetie's mouth, her lips wrapping around it and sucking down immediately. Now thrusting upwards, he shoved her down onto his bucking and jerking cock while his full balls slapped against the front of her tight little cuntmound. The waterfall of her girljuices soaked his thighs completely as he felt the head of his student-fucking dick pop in and out of her cervix like it was kissing her as hard as he was sucking on her lips.

Finally he could hold on no longer. Stumbling as he turned around to lean against the computer desk, he shoved the entirety of his cock up into the onahole wrapped around him and let himself go. Cum raced up his shaft and practically exploded out into her womb, bulging her out even more as her belly became more and more full with his thick, boiling hot seed. All the while, her dangling little belly button piercing jingled as it bounced.

Kenta continued to bounce Sweetie up and down on his cumming tool, frenching her mouth and lashing his tongue against hers as he moaned. His legs shook and back twitched, but he refused to stop while she was still enjoying herself.

---

Kenta was walking down the hall when he saw Celestia a short ways ahead of him. His workplace superior leaned back against the wall like a delinquent, one ruby-red high heel planted on the plaster behind her, her hand raised to her equally-red lips as she sucked off a cigarette. Clouds of smoke hung around her in the hallway, not that any of the students would complain: they all smoked too.

Celestia was wearing her usual office outfit, a strict blazer jacket and skirt, but with a few minor alterations... Most important of all that she had nothing underneath the blazer. Her huge, plus-sized knockers were free to hang in its confines, but even through that thick material three-inch nipple bumps like pudding cups still poked up through the material. Her slitted microskirt had been pushed between her legs, leaving both thighs entirely bare.

"Kenta..." she purred as she saw him coming, tapping some ash off. She lifted her skirt with her other hand, flashing her pussy. "Wanna have some fun before next period~? Or are the girls keeping you too drained?"

Kenta's eyes inadvertently target-locked onto the Headmistress's bare cunt and he chuckled, scratching the back of his head. He tugged his thin, dress shirt, unconsciously tightening it against the bulging muscles barely contained underneath. Even a professional wardrobe ended up outlining his cut form, and the effect didn't end with just his chest and biceps. His pants did their best in order to try holding in the massive package between his legs, and with the fun-loving slut in front of him, that job was becoming all the more difficult.

He moved closer nevertheless, and soon stood in front of Celestia. He crossed his arms with a smile, able to be amused in this situation even as the monster awakened between his legs.

"Heheh..." Kenta tried to take his eyes off of Celestia's body, failing spectacularly as he continued to stare at her awkwardly like a living pinup as he talked to her. "Dunno if that's a good idea, boss... testing week has me a bit behind. Seems like you're taking it easy, though."

"Oh but of course, my dear," she laughed, sidling off the wall, coming over to him on those staggering high heels so that loud, sexy, dick-thickening click-clacks echoed up and down the hallway. "Ever since you came here, even the naughtiest delinquents have become perfect grade-A model students. I do so wonder how you did it..."

She placed a hand on his chest, fingertips then palm, slowly sliding all the way down to his abs, then his crotch. When she felt that raging erection under her glossy painted fingernails, Celestia made an "o" of surprise with her mouth... before wrapping her hand around his meat and giving it a nice, firm squeeze. When Celestia's expert fingers found his bulge, the groan from Kenta's throat was almost immediate. The warm and quickly-thickening slab of meat underneath gave a bit of a jump, betraying the teacher's polite demeanor.

And as she continued to tease, his arousal only got more and more obvious.

"If only I had one of these, mm? Seems like it's the number one tool in your arsenal for keeping those thots behaved. Ahnn, I'm almost jealous of those fuckdolls having you on call...”

"I - It's been all accidents, I swear,” he fired back, trying to write off all of the times that he's gotten his dick wet in teen pussy. Too many to count, really.

Reaching out, he pressed his hand into one of Celestia's giant, soft udders, feeling the flesh sink around his digits even through the flimsy top she was wearing. "And do you really want one of these if it meant giving up these amazing tits?"

"So you don't deny it...?" she chuckled, barely paying any mind to his hand pawing at her colossal milktank. Well... aside from taking her spare hand still clutching the cigarette and gripping his wrist, more firmly pushing his fingers into her chest. Soon he had his other hand on her other breast to boot, pawing, squeezing, mashing the pliable flesh as they carried on their pleasant conversation.

"Normally you'd be fired for this sort of misconduct, but your honesty has impressed me~ Send me all the evidence you have available and I'll - Oh my... Here comes one now, actually!"

"Er. That is... well... I mean..." Kenta stuttered in response to Celestia's teasing as he continued to stare directly at her chest. "I - I mean of course nothing's happened, haha..."

“Wait...?” Her words finally caught up with him, and his eyes drifted in the direction of her gaze:

Looking back they saw Sweetie Belle standing at the end of the hall, fingers gripping the corner as she peered around it. She hid her face for a second when she saw Celestia staring at her, but she didn't pull away completely. (Around the corner she was grinding on the wall, working her hips frantically as the need in her pussy built up).

"Should we ask her to come join us?" giggled Celly.

Kenta breathed a bit of a sigh of relief when they noticed Sweetie Belle, thankful that he was out of the fire for now. Reluctantly, he let go of the Headmistress's glorious melons, watching the pair drop and wobble tantalizingly behind her top. She was truly walking sex and she knew it. How in the world did someone this perverted get to become the head of a school?

"Oh... uh," he turned his head towards the tiny, semi-hidden student behind the wall. "Hey, Sweetie, come on over. Did you need something?"

Sweetie stumbled around the corner and forwards on shaking legs, leaving a trail of dripping white stains on the floor behind her. Her walking was stilted and unnatural, like she was dazed or drunk... and when she finally reached her stud, she toppled into him, falling to her knees just in time to wrap her hands around his leg.

She looked up at him with hearts glowing in her eyes, pupils big and swollen and pink-hued with love. She continued to drip from between her legs. Celestia stepped back, watching with amusement as Sweetie wrapped her arms and legs around his leg, the panting onahole clinging to her hung daddy as a conflux of powerful emotions beat inside her chest. "Haaah... Haaah..."

"What's wrong, Sweetie?" asked Celestia.

"I... I was... in class, and..." Sweetie pressed her face into Kenta's pants, slowly moving around until she was face-first in his crotch. She pressed her nose against his pants zipper, inhaling, as she unconsciously twerked away, humping his leg. "I started thinking about Mr. Tadashii and I felt strange... Umm... Can I see it, please...? J - Just for a second...!"

Kenta stared at Sweetie, stunned at the cutie as she rubbed her face against the bulge in his pants. Instinctively, his hand went to the top of her head, his fingers running through her hair as she continued to twitch and fawn, but he made absolutely no move to pull her away. Instead, his cock throbbed, getting harder and harder at the sight and the feeling of the petite girl suddenly begging to see his dick.

"Um." He looked between her and Celestia, but the Headmistress just regarded him with a look of amusement. Of course she wasn't going to stop this at all was she? Gradually, his common sense began to drain, all blood flow leaving his upper head and going to the lower. Celestia was teasing him about it, and Sweetie was asking, anyway, right...?

After a brief bit of hesitation Kenta slowly unzipped his pants, causing his monstrous, barely-contained cock to fall out, slapping on top of the girl's head and causing a long strand of precum to splash against her cute face.

"Nothing's happened, huh~?" Celestia laughed behind her hand, watching as Sweetie mewled and panted and thrust her face into his meaty cock, taking deep, heavy inhales of his meat.

"Daddy... Daddy... Why haven't you given it to me...? Am I not... not..." Sweetie paused to leave a string of kisses down the shaft of his monstrous veiny member until her tongue ached and her mouth tasted like his cock, "Am I not your cockwarmer anymore...?"

"... Ohohoho..." laughed Celestia, sounding genuinely stunned for the first time he could ever recall.

---

They swiftly retired to Celestia's office. Just like that.

Celestia sat on the couch, Sweetie was in her lap. She held the little cherub's legs in the air so that Sweetie's uniform skirt fell uselessly to her waist.

She had her hands between her legs, thumbs hooked inside a pink pussy that was usually just a slender pale slit, now yanked wide open to take a monster cock. She huffed, squirting already, pissing thick girl-cum into the air as she stared at his member.

The hot, thick cream coming from Sweetie's pussy splattered and sizzled against Kenta's rock hard cock, coating it in a shine enough to give it the appearance of being drenched completely in oil. In return, his own abundant precum ran like a faucet, dripping in a long strand and covering her hands and bare, puffy pussy. Getting each other nice and wet right off the bat - how adorable.

"I dunno what's come over her..." Kenta mused at Celestia while staring at the sight, stepping forward to run the head of his dick up and down the pink slit as his legs shivered. The feeling alone was impossibly overwhelming and he couldn't help but vocalize it as he bit his lip. "...Fuck."

Sweetie's eyes were crossed, her breath coming in shudders, her mouth hanging open as a bright blush lit her face. "Daddy... Daddy... Stick it in..."

"Stick it in...?" Slowly and surely, the tip of that stallion-cock began to sink into his student’s hole. He moved his hands to her waist to hold her in place while he pushed his hips forward. "You mean like this?"

Sweetie Belle immediately came to life on the end of his member... She might pretend to be innocent, but she knew everything there was to know about Kenta's fat cock already: mostly that his pole belonged deep inside her petite pink pussy, stretching, teasing, pounding. Her eyes pinched half-shut with pleasure, her tongue hanging out in bliss. She wrapped a fist around that colossal member and tugged him in, sliding down his length and nearly losing her grip every time she bumped a pencil-thick vein. When she reached the base, she gripped a fat ball in turn, squeezing his spunk factories in ardent adoration.

"Mmmh... Mmhh, yess..." she squealed, voice cracking every time she cried out. "D - Don't take it out until you cum in my pussy... Cum in my pussy! Cum in my pussy until I’m full!”

Celestia lifted Sweetie's legs wider apart, then leaned over her to plant a kiss directly on his lips, tongue working into his mouth. "Mommy so wants to see you cum into this brat's pussy too, daddy~"

"Ngh... you girls are... impossible..." Kenta grabbed onto Sweetie's body and began working his hips, sliding his huge cock in and out, each push mashing against her womb and blatantly bulging up her tummy. It wasn't long before his thrusts got quicker and quicker, pushing the girl into Celestia's chest pillows as he worked, causing them to wobble and bounce while he used the tiny, moaning form beneath him like the onahole she apparently wanted to be.

"Fuck... My students really are huge sluts, aren't they...? Maybe I should just be using them whenever I get hard..."

Plap, plap, plap. Each pull back was filled with a long spurt of juices, and each push forward was a splash of those same juices against his legs as her plump pussy wobbled and mashed against the base of his cock. Just the sight alone would be enough to bring him to the brink of orgasm, so feeling her squeezing around his shaft was almost like torture.

And then, as if Celestia's arms around him and her lips on his mouth, and Sweetie's vice-tight pussy squeezing the life out of his cock wasn't enough... Sweetie reached up as well, adding her hands to the mix, scratching his bare chest, sinking her fingers into the divots of his muscles. Her expression was completely dazed now, staring off into space, moaning over and over as she bounced up and down on the end of his cock so that her entire body shook in Celestia's lap. The principal watched, spellbound, staring at the place where her employee's cock was sunk deep inside one of her most vulnerable, wide-eyed charges... and neither of them did anything to stop this debauched sex from continuing.

Probably because Sweetie wouldn't have let them if they'd tried.

That tight pussy twitched and sucked on the end of Kenta's cock every time he pulled out, and greedily accepted him every time he sunk in. She finally got her hands on his waist, holding onto him dearly, looking up at him with her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she orgasmed all over his cock... eyes bright and shining as she waited eagerly, excitedly, for her sticky cream filling.

"Come on... Show me what you've got..." moaned Celestia, biting his lip, before finally pulling back and letting him work. "There might even be a promotion in it for you , stud~"

Kenta couldn't have held back if he tried, instead pressing his lips to Sweetie's, letting his tongue play with her as her little body twitched, impaled on his cock. With one final thrust, his balls tightened and sent load after hot, sticky load of his cum pouring into her tight pussy before bursting out around him, waterfalling down between her legs and making an utter mess of the couch and floor of Celestia's office.

Even in the middle of cumming he kept thrusting, his back and legs twitching in pleasure as he fucked through the orgasm and churned up his student’s insides just like she so desperately craved. It wasn't until the stream of thick cum subsided that he finally slowed his pumping hips down to a deliberate, lazy sawing and looked down at her petite frame.

"Um. Are uh... you okay...?"

The distension of Sweetie's belly had to be seen to be believed, under any other circumstances he might have worried he'd hurt her. But that tiny body bulging with the outline of his fat cock was perfectly normal, and perfectly adored by Sweetie.

She flopped limply between Celestia's legs, drooping, letting that titanic member slowly find its way out, slurching and sloppily noisily every inch of the way as its movement disgorged gallons of semen in a sloppy puddle. And Sweetie flashed double peace signs all the way through it, eyes spinning as she was happily filled with semen. "N - Never better...!"

"Mmm... That was incredible," gushed Celestia, acting like she'd just had front row seats to the game of the season. She watched Kenta's muscular chest rising and falling with bated breath, shuddering in anticipation of his next conquest. "I insist you keep up these strict disciplinary measures, mmh... 'Using her whenever you get hard' as you so wonderfully put it."

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Bonus Story~

Meeting Sweetie Belle’s friends felt like a big responsibility. It meant keeping his cock in his pants. It meant doing the right thing by the tender bundles of fun he’d been put in charge of, even when those girls seemed to have an even better idea of what to do with his cock than he did.

Sweetie and her friends were bright-eyed, beautiful bitches, every one. They giggled and squealed and swarmed about him like pets, demanding lots of attention from the hung, hunky older man. They were so excited to meet Kenta and experience what he could give them thoroughly, cock-weasels that they were.

Cozy Glow, Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon and Sweetie Belle were their names, and they'd decided to involve him in a little game of theirs. Tonight was Mahjong night, and with four of them already there was no room for him to join but Sweetie quickly claimed Kenta as her advisor. The other three looked in jealously as she asked to sit in his lap while she played. It was too difficult to say no.

She was petite as they came, body barely making an outline in that white sheet of a dress hanging off of her. Her hair swirled about her shoulders like melting icecream, pink and purple in equal amounts. A dream-girl. She took her seat in his lap like a princess, smoothing her skirts out and wiggling back into you.

“So are you good at this game, Silver Spoon?" The white-haired girl with the thick glasses was setting up her tiles and didn't bother to respond until she was finished. She had a dress like Sweetie's, but in a lovely yellow.

"Mmhm," she murmured quietly.

The third girl, Diamond Tiara, was sitting back with her legs spread, in a tiny skirt and halter, by far the raciest thing anyone here had on. Her meaty legs and the puffy mound of her juicy cunt teased Kenta as she worked carelessly on a cigarette held coyly in her hand. "I'm good, too~" she purred, trailing a fingertip down her inner thigh.

"I’m the best, though~," said Cozy. Her tone was mocking. And of course she would be with those giant tits. Her blue hair in curls added a bitchy taste to her appearance. She knew she had a perfect fuckdoll body and massive teats, and she enjoyed knowing Kenta was looking, but couldn't touch. Her tight yoga pants and loose, flowing top spoke plenty about that. "Why do you wanna know~?"

"Ahh... No reason... So you play a lot?”

"Mmhm! We play all the time! But I'm the best, actually," said Diamond Tiara, finally satisfied with her hand. They played back and forth carefully.The game went over Kenta’s head but they seemed to be playing it properly. Lots of aggressive plays judging by the way things were going.

And that left Kenta plenty of time to get to grips with the gorgeous brat in his lap. He’d spoken too soon saying her dress didn't play with her figure. In this position the material hitched under her thighs and back, turning skintight around the flesh of her ass and making two pronounced, teasing bulges. Whenever she made a good play or got excited she rolled it around on his cock. Whenever she won a hand, she bounced up and down, using that fleshy booty to titillate and tease.

Even worse, a little lower down she had a plump, puffy vulva. A big, fat pussy overflowing with sexuality. Fuck-flesh. Somehow on this ‘innocent’ body. When she bounced that right on the tip of Kenta’s jeans-clad bulge, he could barely stifle his groans. She noticed, and looked back at him.

"What's up, Mister?" she giggled.

The other girls perked up too, looking over. "Whu-oh," said Diamond Tiara, placing another tile. "Perv alert..."

Cozy grinned. Silver Spoon pretended not to notice.

"Sorry, it's just... when you bounce..." he returned slowly.

"Like this?" Sweetie raised her hips, her dress fluttering up around them. Her panties came into view, stretched tight over her huge, plump ass. The fist-sized cunt between them bulged with how big and meaty it was, straining the cartoony patterns across her underwear to their limits. She swayed her hips seductively, then pressed her mound directly against Kenta’s cock.

"Oooh... Something's poking me..." she moaned as she continued rubbing back and forth. He started leaking semen, and she started leaking pussy juice. Everyone was having fun.

"Yeah... It's tough for me..." was all he could think to say.

"Poor guy," murmured Silver Spoon. "She probably doesn't even realize she's doing it to him..."

Diamond Tiara chewed her lip. "Fuck he's big, though... I want to take her spot, I'd use it way better."

Cozy decided to kick the fun off early: "It's those pants of his, Sweetie."

"Oh!" said a silly Sweetie. "Do you want to take 'em off? They are kinda chafing my butt, after all!"

"Of course he doesssss..." groaned Cozy, and all the girls watched wide-eyed as she coerced Kenta into dropping them and tossing them aside. His boxers were plainly tented with a massive cock, throbbing away as it pointed at a girl's juicy cunt.

"It'll still be uncomfortable," Diamond Tiara picked up. "Lose the rest, too."

So he did. So did Sweetie. She seemed a bit confused at first, but she soon had a finger hooked in the elastic of her panties, sliding them down her legs. The flesh of her hot, tight, dripping cunny came into view, already peeled a little with her subconscious excitement. She was just so fucking pink inside it made Kenta want to cry.

And they got his cock out, too. A huge, throbbing tool that had become stiff as a board after being noticed and commented on by four such cute girls. Sweetie stared at it the most, openly gawking with wide eyes. She pointed at it, directing the other girl’s attention to it like she’d just found something they had to see.

“Wow! It’s so big and stiff! I can really just sit on it?”

She placed a finger on her chin, face flushed. The longer she stared, the harder it was to not just drool. Her nostrils ached from the smell, and the more they ached the wetter her pussy got.

“Yeah! Go on and sit on it!”

“Okay!” she giggled, finally making up her mind.

She sat primly down on the head of your cock, trying to continue the game. Her plump labia mashed nicely against Kenta’s rigid tip, absorbing the brunt of its power as if born to. When she felt herself peeling open, she moaned, but continued placing tiles. "Ooh. It's going inside me..." she murmured. "Was this part of the plan?"

The other girls assured her it happened sometimes, but she should just ignore it. She tried to, but she was just a cute bimbo and she had a cunt full of cock stretching her out and filling her up.

She froze, eyes lit up in shock. Her senses caught up with her finally, the feeling of straining to take such a big insertion.

It’s inside me!, flashed through her brain. Her pussy trembled and her face burned. “Uooohh...”

The other girl’s smiles finally drew her back to reality. With the guy staying totally still beneath her, it wasn’t so bad. She recovered a little.

“How is it?” Silver Spoon was the first to ask.

"D - Doesn't feel too bad! Umm... do you mind, though, mister? Didn't mean to just go ahead and put you in or anything!"

"Aha... It's fine for me, yeah... I'm fine..."

"At least I won't slip off your lap, then!" she said with a giggle, and lowered her hips even further. Her tummy was bulging now with his dick, and she leaned back. Her cheeks flushed as she lay on his chest, legs naturally rising up.

And all she said was "Could you move me closer to the table? I can't reach my pieces like this!"

So Kenta scooted forwards, holding her waist as he leaked fresh cum inside of her. The other girls snickered, watching him struggling to act like he wasn’t in on the loop of the prank they were playing on good-natured, kind-hearted Sweetie Belle.

Sweetie leaned forward after a little, planting her feet and holding the table like a twerker in a music video. The position made her ass look even bigger, two bulging balloons with a tight asshole nestled between them, directly above the meat-filled gape of her stretched-out pussy. She was making quite a face, staring at the other girls numbly as she placed her pieces.

"Feels kinda funny..." she groaned, raising and lowering her hips. Obscene slurping and sucking sounds followed. Her pussy lips stretched out and away from your body whenever she tried to raise her hips, always holding on until the last second. Kenta felt guilty at taking advantage of a girl like this, but that evaporated when she always came back down of her own accord.

"Mmm... It's okay, right? You don't mind?" Her voice was full of eagerness to keep going.

"He definitely doesn't mind," teased Diamond Tiara, eyeing Kenta’s cock and licking her lips.

"Oh, yay!" laughed Sweetie, plunging back down onto your cock so hard that swirled hair bounced on her back.

"This is fun! I've never done this with a guy before!" she said again.

"Oh, we've all done it..." said Silver Spoon. "We'll probably do it with him when you're done too."

"What about the game?" asked Sweetie.

"We can play more another night... He's not gonna be here every day, so make the most of it."

"Ohhh... So it's like that!" giggled Sweetie. She played a few more tiles, then looked back at Kenta again. "Do you like it?" she asked, shaking her huge ass from side-to-side, rolling her hips until her bubble butt heaved in time. The pleasure he felt rushing through his cock was so good it was nearly excruciating. She had a heavy lower body and all the weight was transferred directly to your dick.

Cozy leaned forwards, hands on the table. "Keep doing that... I bet he'll do something fun if you do!"

But Sweetie could barely keep it up. She clutched her hands to her chest and moaned, riding Kenta as she’d been instructed. She bounce-bounce-bounced away until her chest tightened and she started to moan. Her asshole and cunt both clenched and the little girl had her first orgasm, totally self-induced, while he just sat back motionless and let her go nuts. She cried out and rode him harder, pussy desperately sucking on his cock and begging for cream.

Kenta came too, a hot load of semen whiting out his mind. Normally he’d have reflexively grabbed for tissues or something, but there was no need: his lap was full of a heavensent ass with a thick head of beautiful long hair flowing down over it. He gripped a buttcheek in one hand and her waist in the other and held her against himself. His grunting barely measured up to her excited, amorous wails as he started shooting, filling this cutie up with a hot, sticky load of semen. Gush - gush - gush! Shot after shot poured into Sweetie’s gut, doming out her middle while she just braced her hands on the floor and rode it out for dear life.

“Uuuuoooooohhhh! What’s going on?!”

The other girls giggled and crowded around her, petting her, stroking her hair, wicking away her sweat.

“You got fucked, Sweetie!” giggled Cozy.

“Wow! So that’s fucking?” she asked, wide-eyed and with a hand over her open mouth.

She eased back into Kenta’s lap, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck, holding onto him like she never wanted to let go. Through the exertion dripping down her face, she grinned. “Can we do it again?”

The other three girls around her seemed to take that as their cue to start removing their own clothes, shrugging off whatever they could, closing the distance to crowd around him and the brat resting and relaxing in his lap. Kenta was still wearing Sweetie Belle as a cock ornament, so they couldn’t get at his dick just yet... and probably wouldn’t be able to until the doe-eyed, ahegaoing girl decided she’d had her fill.

But he had a clear feeling that the second he let it out of her - after all the semen had poured out and his fat penis had flopped limply down between your legs - their hands would be reaching for it, wrapping around it, squeezing it and nursing it back to life. Because these bitches had a light in their eyes that suggested they’d very much enjoyed watching him fuck Sweetie’s pussy, and now they wanted it in their own holes. Cozy Glow, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon all wanted a man, and he looked like the right one for the job.

And now, thanks to him, Sweetie Belle’s lust had awakened. She was going to be just as bad as them, maybe even worse.

Insatiable brats... No choice but to fuck ‘em.

Episode 7: The New Student

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Time passed, and the fated, fabled day drew closer and closer. The day of Kenta's final battle with the forces of evil preying on Tokyo and its stacked teen females.

Director Swan made the difficult executive decision to keep ATHENA's prophecy a secret from the other girls at Mighty Guard. Despite having hardly seemed to affect Kenta at all, the revelation had chilled her to the bone, her heart aching from the fear of what would happen. The others would be told if necessary, but for the time being she decided to keep it close to her heart, and Kenta closer.

After that, life proceeded smoothly. Despite the mounting sense of tension, Kenta continued to balance his two lives, and found as much time for caring for his students as he did for honing his piloting skills. Whatever happened in the days to come, he seemed intent on preserving that balance no matter what.

However, Kenta's plans to spend more time with his students would soon be very thwarted indeed, and not by any external factor. No, it was one of those very students themselves that would be causing trouble for him very soon.

Ever since their first and second encounters, the first of which Kenta had even slept through, a fire had been lit in the belly of that horny, hungry little teen slut Fluttershy. With her massively-overdeveloped body she was absolutely built for perversity: her constantly dripping milk nozzles filling out the vista beneath those big, tearful eyes and those plump, cocksucker lips was all the proof you needed of that. The enormous assets attached to that slender little figure made a mockery of her school uniform's attempts to cover her, her shirt having to suffice simply being tied around her wobbling torpedoes, rather than buttoned. She was too big for the biggest sizes.

She wasn't too big for Kenta's cock, however! It was only reasonable that a body like hers, stuffed with all-natural growth hormones to make her the best possible fucktoy she could be, would develop a strong, deep affection for a man who was able to fuck her as hard and as deep as she needed. Recognizing Kenta as her chosen mate, she now knew she needed him around the clock.

Hours and hours spent dripping on herself at her computer, orgasming stupidly over and over as she tried her hand writing the most insanely depraved fiction she could about a teen whore named Bimboshy and her extremely aggressive, demanding, forceful school teacher 'Konta.' The stories, which were mostly bad, had a very raw sexuality and hunger about them, with the weakest possible character motivations imaginable all framed around endless, extravagantly detailed jabbering about the incredible assets of her dream stud, wielding a cock so large he'd break a woman in two trying to enter, massive balls sloshing with semen... and this member being used on girls who were powerless to prevent it, becoming hopeless trophies for him to conquer and claim!

But it wasn't enough. Fluttershy knew she needed more. She knew Kenta was the nicest man she'd ever met, so expecting to be destroyed like how she fantasized about was probably out of the question...

Unless...?

A plan began to turn over in her previously thought-free brain, one that sounded more appealing the more she thought about it. Break a few rules, flaunt a few indecencies... It would be his role as disciplinarian to give her a thoroughly shameful punishment, would it? She knew she had to try!

If only Kenta could have known how incompetent she would be at playing the bad girl.

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Kanaya Maryam, Starlight Glimmer, and Trixie Lulamoon stayed over at Kenta’s room that night.

Honestly, Starlight and Trixie were definitely not the worst students on their own. Starlight in particular was a lot smarter than she seemed to let on at first. The problem was that like magnets, opposites attract, and also like magnets once they got together it was almost impossible to separate them. Trixie just happened to be a particularly powerful magnet.

From the moment Kenta walked into the door, he could hear the sounds of moaning and see legs rising over the top of his couch, one with a thong visibly dangling from the ankle. It didn't take long for him to guess that the voice that was making those sounds was Starlight, and a bored-looking Kanaya reclining in his chair watching the acts informed him that they had been 'going at it for about an hour and a half.'

For everything that happened, Trixie just looked triumphant.

Kenta did his best to try to restore a bit of order throughout the rest of the night, figuring that the girls would at least need to stay hydrated and fed. Even during dinner, the pair couldn't keep off of each other, and Kanaya ended up showing that she was quite the matchmaker, always seeming to know what to say to set them off.

Starlight and Trixie even took a shower together, leaving Kenta and Kanaya alone - which turned awkward the second the sounds of sex began to bleed through the walls. Kenta ended up sidestepping the whole thing by talking to her about her interests, and she responded by showing him a tablet with tons of dress designs - all done by her.

The designs were rather elegant, if pretty racy, with lots of sheer, flowing material barely covering things which should probably be covered, necklines that plunged so far down that they risked full-frontal exposure, tops composed of basically just jewelry, backless things that made underwear a complete non-option, and elegant arm gloves and stockings that did a great job at drawing attention to how little else was being contained. All of which seemed to be tailored to a very specific body type that, upon being asked, Kanaya was unwilling to specify. All said and done, the conversation almost managed to drown out the giggling, gasping and moaning coming from the bathroom.

The rest of the night continued about the same, with Kenta trying his best to calm Starlight and Trixie down and Kanaya subtly egging them on. When it came time to sleep, Kanaya figured that it would be better to stay out on the couch with Kenta because trying to get sleep with those two in the room just wouldn't happen at all. Kenta tried his best to protest, of course, but eventually gave in and Kanaya ended up sprawling out on his chest with a slightly smug look of victory on her face.

But while she might have been able to sleep like that, Kenta definitely wasn't. He spent the majority of the night trying his best to make sure that his dick didn't end up hilted in her while she rested.

Eventually when morning came, he was awoken to Kanaya's gentle teasing: a little whisper of “'Why Mister Tadashii, I didn't know you felt that way about me,” in his ear.' Nothing had even happened, and despite looking a little disappointed, Kanaya seemed happy enough. Maybe she had actually wanted things to go further...?

Rising bright and early, and basically dragging an exhausted Trixie out of bed, Kenta was quick to shower, floss, brush, dress, caffeinate, and a hundred little other things that needed attending to all before making his way out the door and heading for the train station. The four of them made it just in time

It was monday, and that meant the beginning of another week caring for and educating his lovely young students! With a sigh, Kenta once again found himself thinking that these girls were all going to end up killing him one day.

Oh, but what was this? A text message from Celestia asking him to attend her office before classes this morning for an important discussion? Why, that didn't sound ominous at all...

Nevertheless, that was where he was shortly after at the chipper early morning hour of 8:30 AM. Kenta stood in Celestia's office, nursing the warm cup of coffee in his hands and letting the rich aroma kickstart his brain. The dark brown liquid was basically going to be his lifeline when it came to dealing with his 'unique' class of girls, and especially after the lack of sleep he got due to the trio staying with him the night prior.

"Take a seat, Kenta," Celestia said with a smile.

The simply resplendent figure of womanhood sat opposite him in a tight red suit that cinched off every last curve, as if hoping to contain her rampant, overwhelming sexuality.

But the shortness of her tight skirt and the seam of her bulging pantyhose told the real story: it was just another flavour of sex kitten for him to enjoy. Coupled with the rainbow-coloured curls embracing her shoulders, the opaque glasses shielding her eyes, and the smoldering cigarette between her dimpled lips and the school's principal looked as lovely as ever.

She also looked good compared to the little blonde tart sitting beside her, a massively-built schoolgirl with a huge, tottering rack straining her tiny uniform top just as her fat ass did her skirt, sitting with her thighs together and her high heels firmly planted. Her enormous twin blonde twintails immediately screamed 'foreigner', but he'd be shocked to hear she was just as Japanese as either of them.

"I'd like to introduce you to this girl as soon as possible... But first, tell me. You've already been teaching here for over a month now, it went by so fast I hardly noticed, in fact!"

...Had it really been a month? Things have changed so quickly that it felt like a whole different lifetime for him. With that one question, Celestia had caused every single lewd situation that Kenta has been in to flash through his mind at once, and he coughed, almost sending coffee down his windpipe.

With a bit of an awkward chuckle, he tried to look somewhere, anywhere that wasn't subconsciously checking out the two bombshells in front of him.

After the previous night, looking at the two different flavors of sexpot sitting next to each other was almost enough to set Kenta off, and definitely made him need to sit up straight. The schoolgirl's absurdly long twin tails seemed to just scream to be used as handlebars and the rest of her body promised to make sure the ride had a good show. The simple fact that she was seated beside someone who he had heard moan his name several times in one night just added to the immediate fantasies, though as a teacher it probably wasn't a good idea to welcome a new student by filling her holes.

"Tell me, Kenta, how are you finding your new role so far?" asked Celestia in a warm, honeyed voice.

"O-oh, uh. It's been a trip for sure..." Kenta eventually laughed it off, scratching the back of his head and trying to place his coffee in such a way that it hid his growing erection. "The girls are all so lively, but they're all great, you know? Hopefully I'm doing alright."

Celestia clapped her hands with a delighted expression. Of course that set off a minor cascade of chest wobbling, even in her extremely-tight suit jacket. The little V of titflesh upthrust and poking through the popped-off buttons swayed invitingly. God, her chest really was just like two huge bowls of jell -

"Excuse me, Mr. Tadashii~" she laughed. "Eyes up here, please."

Celestia laughed behind her hand as he finally looked up. She pouted almost straight away, feeling sympathy for him. "Oh, you poor dear. No, I understand, I know how easy it is to find yourself staring at a pair of giant, soft breasts... Just listen to what I have to say, and then you can go right back to staring after, mm?"

Eventually, Kenta was able to pry his eyes away from the chest in front of him to look at Celestia's beaming face. Due to the way last night and this morning went, it was pretty hard for him to keep focused, but he figured that he should do his damn best, especially if there was a new face.

Speaking of, the new girl really looked confused. Secretly he hoped that Celestia wasn't corrupting the poor young lady. More than necessary, at least.

But she did look vaguely shocked at Celestia’s comments, so that was a good sign at least. She tilted her head, then shook it out. She must be thinking she misheard or somesuch.

"Well, regardless... stud... I'm very glad to hear you're finding our girls so invigorating... And here I was thinking they'd be too much for you!" Celestia curled her lip with a faint smile, probably remembering something or other from the school's security cameras. "Frankly, I've never seen a man so well-equipped to handle so many teens before. You really are an exceptional specimen."

'Stud', 'well-equipped', 'exceptional specimen'... Kenta sighed internally at Celestia's almost constant teasing. She wasn't making this any easier at all. It was almost like she wanted him to just go hog wild sometimes, and he swallowed a bit and tried to sit up straight to make himself more presentable and business-like for the schoolgirl.

"Which is why,” she continued, “I've decided to increase your burden with one more... I'd like to introduce you to one of our school's two latest additions: Usagi Tsukino. I've also taken the liberty of hiring on new medical staff, so please present yourself for a check-up sometime over the next few days, alright?"

Celestia wanted him to get a check-up? He'll have to get on that as soon as possible. For now, though...

"Hey, Miss Tsukino! I'm Mr. Tadashii, and I'm the PE teacher here, and I'll uh... probably be your homeroom teacher, too.” Though being introduced to Mika was a bit more of a close call, and he remembered the sight of the teen fucktoy squatting down in front of him with her legs fanned out to her sides with her open mouth inches from his bulge.

Yeah, this was probably going a bit better by comparison.

"W-well..." Kenta cleared his throat and tried to wave away the memory, extending a hand out to Usagi. "If you need anything at all, please let me know and I'll do what I can! Hope I haven't made too much of a bad impression yet, haha..." Kenta chuckled awkwardly, realizing he was probably coming on too hard.

"Well, I don't know about a bad impression..." began Usagi, finger on her chin, staring off into space. "I suppose it depends how you taste..."

And with that mysterious comment, Usagi suddenly shot up from her chair, dancing to her feet and stretching out those long, long, stocking-clad legs. She folded her hands behind her head, stretching in a way that caused the two buttons straining over her teenage bust to nearly give up the ghost altogether, dragging their buttonholes so far her top was nearly shredded. Unlike most of the girls who had rather weighty bosoms, Usagi's rack was more befitting a bimbo, two big round, bouncy balloons that swam excitedly around in her bulging top whenever she so much as moved.

"By the way," she said, "For the record, I think this is very unprofessional! If you expected me to do something like this, you really should have told me before today!"

Then in a flash she sank into a squat in front of Kenta, looking up at him, and smacked her lips, which he noticed were painted a rather garish red. "I only had three flavours of lipstick to choose from... I could have brought plenty more otherwise!"

And then, sighing in annoyance, the kneeling blonde bombshell reached for the zipper of Kenta's pants, tugged it down, and freed him from his confines! That monstrous bitchbreaker, already plenty hard from last night and being in the room with these two, slapped onto her forehead with a thud that instantly drained all brain power from her eyes. Her look went dull, and she started to drool on instinct. "Holy FUCK," she murmured, hearts forming in her eyes as her actual heart pounded in her chest.

"O - Okay, this might make up for it..."

Celestia looked surprised, clearly as startled as Kenta was, but made no motion to stop Usagi as she sealed her tight mouth around the head of Kenta's monster cock and began to sloppily suck.

"W - Wait, I don't thiiinn... nnhhh~" Kenta's frantic stammering protests at the teenage bimbo's actions died in his throat the minute those perfect plush painted lips kissed the head of his cock. Overwhelming confusion passed over him, only to be swiftly drowned out by a rising desire to use the airhead for her clearly intended purpose. There had definitely been some sort of misunderstanding, somewhere in the conversation.

While he looked up at Celestia with an expression that hopefully conveyed his lucid thoughts of 'What do I do?’, his body's instincts kicked in, placing his hand onto the top of Usagi's head like it was naturally meant to be there. With a small grunt, he pulled the blonde girl forward, forcing her lips down farther around his cock before he realized exactly what he was doing.

"Y-you don't hav - a... aahhh~"

Each time he tried to talk, Usagi hit a sensitive spot with her lips or tongue, causing Kenta's voice to become caught in his throat. With an apologetic look towards the headmistress, he grabbed onto the bimbo's pigtails, wrapping them in his hands and giving them a slow, hard pull, shoving his hips forward and forcing his now completely rigid cock further and further into her.

It was insane. When he walked into Celestia's office, he was expecting yet another normal day (for Bakunyuu, anyway), but now it was sort of like he was watching his body from the outside while it fucked the mouth of a new student he just met. She had so readily just assumed this position that it made him feel like this was just how she was meant to be. Like it was a natural course of events to say hello to your new teacher by draining his balls.

As the sounds of choking, phlegm-churning and swallowing filled the room - peppered with the strained, gasping cries of a very full schoolgirl - Celestia simply sat back in the chair, hands in her lap. She folded one leg over the other, getting nice and comfortable.

The school mistress didn't say a word as her latest student got the 'hazing' of a lifetime from the most sexually-accomplished member of her faculty. Was it because this lined up so well with her oft-clearly stated intentions? Or had she been cowed into silence by the presence of such a powerful alpha male, and such a masculine display of his strength? Whatever it was, she just watched Kenta going to town roughly on Usagi's throat.

"BLLRKGKKHHH... BLMMMHMGHHHH!" groaned Usagi, neck fully stretched out, head twisting, face repeatedly hauled forward into Kenta's crotch. Her twintails ached like crazy from such a forceful tugging, so many huge, bulging, male muscles swinging her around, and that ache felt directly transmitted to her pussy. Even as she continued to make sounds like she was fucking dying, her hips raised in the air and her cunt started to spray, massive gushes of thick, viscous girlslime pumping out of her. This was no teensy-weensy dripping of a demure maiden, this was something clearly unique to Usagi: a hosing spray thicker than many guy's cumshots. It went everywhere, all over Celestia's mahogany desk, all over her high heels, all over the carpet. Usagi's eyes watered and nearly rolled back in her head as she pounded through her fourth orgasm purely from sucking cock.

What the fuck was this girl?

As his mind began to haze over from the immaculate feelings of Usagi's throat hugging his throbbing cock so lovingly, it became apparent that this entire situation had clearly gotten out of Kenta's control pretty quickly. He kept on pumping his hips and yanking on her pigtails, slapping the teen slut's lips against the base of his dick like her mouth was a drooling pussy and he was beginning to truly fuck it in earnest while his mind tried to find a good location to interject with some sort of objection.

Of course, before that could even happen, Celestia made her move.

"What a whore," Celestia finally said, lips curled into a smirk as if she'd finally found a bigger slut than herself. She stood up, came around her desk, and planted a high heel on the back of Usagi's head at the same time Kenta tugged next... with the end result of Usagi's face planting in Kenta's pubic hair and being held there. Her throat churned, quaking around the meat filling her, and she continued to make enthusiastic slobbering sounds. Another orgasm, too.

"Seems like this bitch won't be satisfied until you've filled her up, Kenta," hissed Celestia. With one leg on the back of Usagi's head she had her legs spread and her thong exposed, so of course she started rubbing herself off as she watched. "Give her what she wants."

He had to say something to try to salvage this situation somehow, to maybe get things back to normal and into a reality where he wasn't breaking in his new fucktoy with the help of his boss jilling off right in front of him.

But...

"FFFFUCK - " was the only thing that ended up coming out of Kenta's lips. Not really much use in the way of a protest, but it certainly helped in voicing what at least one part of him was feeling in that moment.

It was Celestia's remark that ended up setting him off, like a permission slip to use the girl as he pleased, and Kenta began to thrust into Usagi's throat, bouncing her face against his midsection as he tilted his head back and bit down on his lip. There was a faint snapping sound, and the thin, black fabric of the schoolgirl's uniform choker fell limply to the ground, split in half.

It just went to show, if you needed a hard, solid choker-snapping cock, you couldn't go past Kenta. With enough force to bust down a wall and enough girth to strain a girl's body as far as it could go, no flimsy little black band would survive. Wherever he went, chokers popped off bitch's throats at the same time their bellies sloshed with semen.

With a final tug, Kenta brought Usagi's face to him one more time, letting her lovingly kiss the base of his cock as his balls surged upwards, dumping their thick, boiling contents basically directly into her stomach in a never-ending stream.

But if Kenta thought that would be the end of it, he had another thing coming. Following Usagi's orgasms, a thick, gluggy, heated smell hung over the room, something like arousal mixed with a faint pee smell... a hot, heady pheromone cocktail. One designed to harden his brutal cock again as soon as possible.

Usagi wasn't kept waiting long. And Celestia must have smelled it too, because the Principal was shedding her clothes with dozy eyes, moving as if hypnotized. She thrust two fingers inside herself, scratching the inside of her pussy as if it suddenly ached.

Before any of them knew what had happened, two hours had slipped away. Two entire hours gone in the blink of an eye. Kenta remembered lots of thrashing, lots of grinding, lots of humping... and lots of draining his balls into hot, tight, wet snatches.

Kenta sat, nide, on the couch in the corner of Celestia's office, grown woman and tiny, top-heavy schoolgirl on his lap, both their hot cunts fountaining his cum all over the floor from their gaping holes, taking turns flexing their pelvic muscles to gush more semen out. They kissed each other when they weren't kissing him, and wiggled in his grip, purring like kittens. All three were nude, clothing littering the floor. Celestia's office was absolutely filthy, soaked in semen and Usagi's uniquely-thick juices. "Mmmm... What happened...?" groaned Celly.

Kenta’s twitching cock was laid out on Usagi's torso, oozing the remainder of cum from his ???th orgasm in the last couple of hours. He panted, chest rising and falling, covered in a mixture of their sweat and juices.

He looked as confused as they did.

"I... Mngh... I don't... Know..." He slowly answered, hands instinctively pawing at both his boss's chest as well as the impossibly huge, pillowy tits of the bimbo on his other side. His head felt impossibly light and fuzzy - and even though he’d cum so many times his balls still felt like they could dump a gallon at the slightest provocation. Then there was the scent in the room, still tickling his nose, still leaving him feeling wired to fuck more.

He looked over at Usagi, unsure if she even knew what came over them. Was she a new plot by the Geomorphs?

He thought back to his time with Rouge. While this did share that similar loss-of-time factor, it did feel a little different. For one, there was an ever-so-slight urge telling him that he should still be fucking both of the girls in front of him. Just thinking about doing that made his balls tingle, and soon his cock was pouring out more precum.

It was probably a lost cause at this point, but Kenta figured that he should maybe say something to the new student that he just pumped full of himself. He looked down at her and placed a hand on her head.

"U - Uh... Sorry about... Um... All of that."

It wasn't much of an apology, considering that they were all naked, piled together and covered in various fluids, but it was a start. Hopefully Usagi didn't end up running out of the room on them. It probably didn't help that while all this was going on, he had fingers up both their pussies, stirring his cum around inside of them.

Usagi sat up, trying to look cranky even while covered in semen. Dollops of Kenta's juice still dripped down her face, hanging off her features. She wiped some away, looking like she was planning to flick it off her hand in a show of defiance of him.

... But she just ended up sucking it off her fingers.

"Hmph! Well... Like I said, it's weird, but... I guess I have to learn how you guys do things here!"

Celestia cocked her head. "I don't... Um. Young lady," she said, trying her best professional voice, despite also blatantly contradicting her semen-drenched state, "Did someone tell you to come and... 'handle' Mr Tadashii here?"

Usagi looked even more exasperated. "Uh, of course! That pink-haired girl with the really huge boobs said every new student has to get an oral creampie from Mr Teacher here, or she'll be kicked out before first class! It was a big hassle moving out here and enrolling so I didn't really have a choice!"

She pinched Kenta's cheek, giving him a smile. "But I forgive you, Pervert-sensei! Just give me more advance warning next time!"

Celestia's blank expression quickly gave way to laughter. "Ohohoho... Oh my... Kenta, it looks like you've been pranked, mm?"

Realization finally started to cut through the endless haze in Kenta's brain like a lighthouse through a foggy night. What the hell?

"A pink-haired girl... With really big - ..."

The only person who fits that description would be...

"Fluttershy...? What in the world?"

And that's when Kenta lost his hearing.

Cut to an exterior shot of the Principal's office: door rattles and paintings on the wall sway as an earth-shaking "WHAAAAAAAAT?!" emerges in Usagi's sweet voice.

It seemed like the little rabbit had some lungs on her as well, and Usagi’s high-pitched wail left him recoiling for some time, clutching his head.

"S-SORRY!" Kenta clapped his hands together in front of himself in an apologetic manner. "That's not (usually) how things go around here, I swear, and I don't know why Fluttershy would ever say something like that, she's been nothing but a really good student so far! No one has to get a uh... 'o - oral creampie' from me, or anything else like that, I swear!"

Kenta looked between Usagi and Celestia in a panic, unsure of what exactly to do.

But Usagi brushed his apology off as if it were nothing. "Oh, it's okay! Everyone ends up fucking someone they don't mean to sooner or later! Me especially, heheh~! I'm kinda not the best at paying attention to stuff, if you hadn't noticed."

But Kenta knew he had to do something about this. Rising to his feet, he turned around to the pair, still-hard cock wobbling back and forth as it spilled its almost never-ending stream of precum down between the girls. He crossed his arms and looked downward in thought.

"I guess I'll have to have a talk with her... this seems so unlike Fluttershy, though..." Looking up at Usagi, Kenta raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure it was her? Giant breasts, pink hair, kind of quiet...?"

Usagi sat with her feet together on the couch, hands wrapped around her ankles. The meditation-like pose really highlighted her figure, and framed that fucked-out pussy nicely. "She had the biggest tits I've ever seen! I've seen dirigibles that were smaller!"

“Alright...!” said Kenta. “I’ll go find her!”

“Have fun!” giggled Usagi. Then she turned to Celestia. "Oh, but does this mean I can get a free pass on my first test?"

"No." Celestia immediately answered.

"Rrgrghmghmhmhhhhmmm... Fine."

And then she tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Uh... Is there a shower in this place?"

The three ended up getting washed in the girl's shower room, all stood in a row in three closely-positioned stalls, although soon enough the girls were finding excuses to get under the shower head Kenta was using and bug him, slowing down his cleansing in ways only women could. It was really hard to not start fucking them all over again.

Really, the showers on the academy grounds always seemed to give Kenta a bit of awkwardness, causing him to remember the mishap of him accidentally burying his cock into Terezi on his very first day at the school. According to Rose, everything with her was fine, but he was still slightly worried that things weren't as smooth as they could be.

Then they were dressed, and Kenta was free to get back to things. Now what would his next move be?

Episode 8: Study Group Part 1

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In the end, given how many times he’d been late to class recently, Kenta decided it was probably a good idea to take roll call for one. Plus, with Usagi being a new student, she'd have to get acclimated to how things worked around Bakunyuu as well.

Properly, this time, and not the kind of orientation that had her swallowing his cock.

... He still kind of wanted her to go back to doing that, though, she was pretty good at that.

Once he’d taken care of that - introducing Usagi to the girls and making sure everything was situated well enough, the next order of business was classes. Then he could finally pull Fluttershy aside and find out exactly why she'd pulled such a prank in the first place. He still couldn't really believe it, but it was probably not a good idea to fixate on it before hearing it from her directly.

After that... he’d go see the nurse for that checkup that Celestia wanted him to get.

So, with the game plan finally into place, Kenta finished toweling off, got dressed, and turned back to Usagi and Celestia with a smile on his face. "Alright. Usagi, lemme know when you're ready and we'll head to class and get you introduced! Sorry again for the uh.... weird start. I kinda lost control of things there. Still not exactly sure what happened!”

He looked over at Celestia with a bit of a shrug. It was weird that they did spend that much time in what should have been a brief meeting. Celestia was a pervert, but she usually wasn't that much of one, right?

Soon enough, they were on their way. Kenta got Usagi to class, took roll and drifted away into his own thoughts as the girls chatted and played... and while all that was going on, Kenta took a quiet moment of introspection.

He noticed the strangest sensation down between his legs.

Ever since fucking Usagi inside and out, stretching her, pounding her, and just generally working her around his dick like a pretzel, he felt a little unusual.

Definitely something strange going on with his dick, yeah. It had a peculiar heat to it... like it would be ready to jump up and get erect at a moment's notice. His shaft felt slightly achey, and it was much more noticeable the way his balls throbbed and sloshed. They felt bigger, fuller, and just generally tighter, as if his sperm were really packed in there now. He felt hungrier than usual, and when he had a quick snack on the way, it felt like every last bite was going directly to his balls.

They felt fucking gigantic.

Had Usagi done something to him? Thinking back, her pussy juices had been unusually thick and viscous... When you thought about stuff being passed on through sex, it was easy to imagine fatigue, soreness, feeling worn down... but if anything, Tsukino-chan had possessed an almost magical nature about herself, one that made her fuck harder and cum harder than a regular girl.

Well... Whatever it was, there wasn't time to think about it right now. The school nurse should have access to his old medical records so he could bring it up with her later if he felt the need.

Right now he had classes to take care of. Today's gym class in particular had been extra rough for Kenta. Every little jiggle and wobble from the girls had made his dick react like he was a teenager going through puberty again, and his balls felt so full and itchy that it was hard for him to stand in one place. It was like they were begging him to be emptied.

Kenta had thought he was getting used to his job at Bakunyuu, but maybe he wasn't? Maybe he really couldn’t handle being around all these bouncy, oversexed fuckdolls all day...? (He sure hoped not).

Still, all that had changed recently was his impromptu fucksession with Usagi. He didn't want to think that she was the cause, but he simply couldn't fathom any other reason.

Anyway, soon enough the girls were all showered and back in their uniforms, which meant it was time for a study group! Checking his phone, he found today's tutoring session was with four students who'd been pestering him for a study group for a while now: Honey, Samus, Mizuki Tachibana and Sweetie Belle. But while they should have looked happy to see him, it seemed like the quartet were already involved in a heated discussion of some kind as he approached. They were checking their bags, pointing fingers, just generally looking stressed out.

He looked them over - four unique shades of young, fertile sexpot. Each of them with their own draws that made it almost impossible to look away from, each goddesses in their own right.

Honey was the kind of girl that sprang to mind when you thought of the word 'bimbo'. Full, blonde pigtails, blue eyes telegraphing her slight airheadedness, and full lips that could lovingly hug and caress a cock without even needing to try. Not to mention full, buoyant milkers that seemed to defy gravity but remained naturally soft and plush. It had taken Kenta a lot of effort to not sink his hands into them when he first met her, and the desire was feeling particularly strong today.

In comparison, Samus was fit. She kept her uniform almost militarily immaculate, but even it strained against her toned body with the way it hugged her curves. Thick thighs, and an ass that jutted out obscenely, tight muscles, beautifully sculpted abs that caused sweat to roll down over them in such a way to make you want to touch and lick every part... The appeal went on and on. Her tits were smaller than Honey's, but since this was Bakunyuu that simply meant they were merely enormous rather than gigantic... all of it was completely at odds with her expression, a dour, serious look that bordered on a nasty resting bitch face.

Suddenly, Kenta was reminded of how she’d traced her fingers down his throbbing shaft on his very first day. His cock twitched remembering her lusty touches, and how her bare, shower-slick mound had felt against his tip. The feeling of her bare tits pressing into his chest had gotten him through more than a couple nights.

Speaking of tits, Mizuki was right next to her, and chestier than both of them. Full, wobbling fuckpillows that refused to stay still for even one second, they demanded to be given proper attention at all times, much to their owner's chagrin. Whenever she ended up staying the night at Kenta's, the other girls really seemed to like playing with them. Once Mizuki gave up on protesting, they always got their fill.

It wasn't her fault, really, her body was just lewd. The oldest in the class, Mizuki was basically walking sex in heels. With the way the subconscious, mate-attracting swaying in her hips on every long-legged step sent her booty wobbling and her tits bouncing absurdly, how could she not be a priority target for cock? Still, while Fluttershy tended to shy away from how she was, Mizuki seemed to at least pay it little mind. Kenta didn't know if it was because she wanted to, or if she was just unaware.

And then Sweetie Belle. Small and compact, but still curvy and full of energy. Bouncy hair, bouncy ass, bouncy personality. Everything was small and tight and perfect for lifting up and just using. The way she had so readily yanked Kenta's pants down that one time shocked him, and ever since, he had fantasized about doing various things to her.

Kenta slapped his cheeks, noticing he was drooling and staring. How in the hell could he slip into a daydream like that? Once he shocked himself back to reality, he noticed the four girls were still arguing. Concerned, he figured he should play the teacher and figure out just what was going on.

Stepping forward and into their group, he raised his hand. "Hey, hey girls, what's going on? Why the looks?"

And at their daddy's... rather, their teacher’s question, all four girls immediately turned on him with expressions of varying levels of frustration, all thrusting fingers at each other. "She stole my thong!" all four cried at once, fingers going everywhere. Honey, in a tribute to her easily-swayed nature, even started out pointing at Sweetie, until she saw Sweetie was pointing at Samus and followed suit.

"When we finished gym class..."

"... and went to get dressed again..."

"It was awful! Our thongs were..."

"... Gone!"

All four clamoured around him, bouncing with frustration, miniskirts whipping around their thighs. He reminded himself that all of them were one stray whip of wind away from showing him something they didn't mean to.

... Or, as it turned out, something they did mean to show him. Because the very next thing that happened was Sweetie Belle saying, "See?", gripping the hem of her barely-there skirt, and lifting! She hadn't even needed to, not with the way their thongs rode so high up their hips, but goodness did she do it anyway. That belt-like scrap of clothing she called a skirt came up with her pink-painted fingernails, and the view unfurled before him.

Nestled between those mature, disproportionate hips was a cute, puffy pussy, pink on the inside, smoothly vanishing between her plump thighs with no space between them. Meticulously shaven, with not a single fucking hair on it. He could have checked with a microscope and he still wouldn't have found anything. She stood there pouting, flashing her bald pussy at him all the while.

The other three girls all immediately followed suit, lifting skirts to reveal three big, juicy, plump, developed cunts, meaty, full... equally hairless. They all flashed him effortlessly, even Samus, as if expecting it to help resolve the situation. Mostly it just showed him they were all constantly lubricated and dripping, even at times like this where they weren't even thinking about sex.

As his eyes shot down to the girls' bare pussies, the sound that came from Kenta's throat was something between a choke and a gasp. In his addled state, his cock sprang to immediate attention, the huge, obscene organ throbbing against his pants as if it was pounding at a door, desperate to get through. The needy itch in his balls roared to the foreground of his mind and his eyes locked onto a long, clear strand of Sweetie's juice as it made its trip between her legs to splatter against the tile floor.

All four of them were presenting themselves for him, ready and willing to be bent over a desk and have their cunts fed his steel-hard cock for hours and hours until Kenta was completely drained.

"... Wha... Bu - ..." Words were difficult, but Kenta was absolutely trying. It didn't help that his eyes felt locked onto their bodies, making it impossible for him to look anywhere else but at the bare, pink, dripping snatches being offered to him.

"Wh - Why would someone steal panties...?"

He finally was able to form somewhat of a coherent question. Fluttershy had told Usagi that she had to suck Kenta off, was this her fault too?

This was going really far, especially for her. Did he do something wrong to her? Was she punishing him somehow? Maybe he should find her and try to apologize for whatever he did to be tortured in such a way. She's always been so nice before, though...

If he could think, Kenta might have been disappointed in how he was still staring straight at the girls, but his mind was barely hanging on by a thread.

"We don't knoooow... If we did, we'd obviously be kicking their butt!" Sweetie Belle let go of her skirt to raise a fist in the air, angrily shaking it as she imagined swift divine retribution. The other girls dropped their skirts back down as well, sighing in frustration.

Eventually, with the girls' skirts finally released, Kenta was able to wrench his eyes shut for a brief moment.

Samus shrugged it off. "We can worry about it later. You'll still take us, right?"

"Yes! We need it!" agreed Mizuki, thrusting herself forwards against Kenta, clasping his hand in both of hers. "We need you to handle our development as young women!"

They were talking about the study group, right?

'Take us', 'we need it', 'handle our development'... Had Celestia gotten to them, too? Kenta's mind tried desperately to tell the raging problem in his pants again and again that his students weren’t begging to be used as his cocksleeves.

Even though they would make simply amazing cocksleeves.

He wondered which one he would take first. Mizuki's tits were pretty much begging to be painted white, but so were Honey's. The brief experience he had with Samus left him craving much more, but the sounds that Sweetie would probably make as he fucked her womb into her throat almost made him want to forget the rest of them.

... Mizuki's hands were so warm.

...

He took in a deep breath, involuntarily shuddering a bit from the lingering scent, and opened his eyes to clasp his hand around Mizuki's with a nod and a determined look.

"R-right. O-of course I will, that's my job."

He was talking about the study group, right?

The girls allowed themselves to be escorted to the little classroom they'd set aside for the private, intimate study hall session: they walked in a heel-toe click-clack line that took up most of the hallway, leaving Kenta to trail along behind them. The conversation was rather lively, the girls engaging in the sort of spirited talk he always seemed to find drifting to his ears.

"Whew, I really need to blow off some steam... I haven't been able to cum at all since that last test got announced. Just study every night!" groaned Mizuki, rubbing thighs like tree trunks together.

"Really~?" Honey gasped. "I can't concentrate at all while I'm ovulating... I try to stare at the page over and over, but the only thing that ends up ‘sinking in’ is my favourite toy during break time. Heehee~"

Samus scoffed, darting an irritable glare to Honey. "You'd better make the most of this study session, then. Master Kenta's time is valuable."

Sweetie Belle listened to the perverted conversation, but just blushed, not confident enough to join in.

Just as a stray waft of wind blew all four girl's skirts up, exposing a nice, juicy row of peaches, the five of them arrived and filed into the classroom, where four tables and chairs had been set up for the girls around a fifth. But just as Kenta was following the girls in, he suddenly glimpsed something out of the corner of his eye... a long, full head of pink hair, and gorgeous cocksucker lips upturned in a smirk. Fluttershy was peeking from around the corner, grinning as they went inside.

Before he could puzzle it out, the girls headed to their desks. Realizing something must be amiss, Kenta went to call out to them to stop...

"Girls, wai - !"

But he was too late!

One by one, the girls pulled their chairs back and immediately hopped onto them, putting four bums in four seats all at once.

And in doing so, they fell right into Fluttershy's trap. Those four plump thuds were immediately followed by four sticky squishes, and the girls all cried out at once! Their eyes widened, their backs arched, their huge tits thrust up and out... except for Sweetie, who had so little in that department! They froze in place, twitching, legs spreading wide open, heels clicking on the floor, utterly immobilized.

"T - Teacher..."

"Ahh, it's big..."

"So big..."

Kenta's warning was too late, and now he was drowned out by the dripping, enthusiastic moaning of four little sluts.

Thrusting the small desks aside, Kenta immediately saw the problem! And what a diabolical problem it was: all four chairs had been appropriately rigged beforehand, most likely by someone who knew the girls would be pantiless, each one having a big, thick, extra-large shaft suction-cupped to its base, rising up tall, proud and very potent! The outcome looked like a rather successful day's spear-fishing: with gravity having done most of the work, all four girls were now impaled! Now they gaped like fish, staring off into space, shaking and wide-eyed. Trickles of pussy-juice immediately began to run down all four big, thick rods as the girls squirmed and writhed, enduring this unexpected stimulation. In particular Sweetie Belle’s expression of utter shock looked the most unprepared and violated of any of them as she gaped down at the sight of her bulging tummy taking the enormous insertion.

"Hhhnn... Oh my fuck... It's right up inside me..."

"So huge... Oh fuck..."

They squirmed, trying to plant their heels and stand up, but a new problem soon presented itself: any effort to slither the enormous toys out of their bodies brought an enormous amount of pleasure to their defenseless, whimpering pussies, and the girls near-orgasmed - or outright did orgasm! - on the spot every time they tried, immediately losing their footing and sliding straight back down to the base. They panted and mewled, shocked expressions soon turning to naked looks of lust. Soon all four looked more invested in just riding the toys rather than getting off them, Mizuki and Honey even flexing their thighs to move their pussies up and down the plastic cocks with unerring precision. They orgasmed, soaked their toys, and then immediately resumed.

Kenta stood frozen in shock, his eyes soaking in the sights of how each toy disappeared into the schoolgirls' tight, wet holes. Their outward-thrust legs purposely revealed every last dripping detail to him, leaving him unable to stifle a needy groan, his burning, aching cock begging and pleading to be allowed to fulfill its role by filling their holes.

God, he wanted to just pick Sweetie up off of that seat and comfort her by replacing that stretching bulge with his own, making sure to flood her womb and fill her as completely full as a girl like her needed to be...

The front of his pants where his cock stupidly bulged out was soaked, Kenta’s arousal completely plain to see as thick, heady precum flowed. Finally, there was a popping sound, and the button on the front of his pants gave up the ghost, flying off into a corner of the room. Then the only thing stopping the garment from falling right then was, ironically, his monster of a cock holding the whole thing in place.

But through the drunken roil of hormones swimming through Kenta's skull, he happened to see something: standing at the door, peeking into the room just out of sight of the girls, was Fluttershy! She was watching the entire scene with a smile, bouncing four slutty-looking thongs on the end of a pink-nailed finger mischievously... as if he hadn’t had enough reason to suspect her already!

Well! It was now abundantly clear that Fluttershy was the perpetrator of this prank. And while Kenta could easily have forgiven a prank against himself, this was another matter altogether. Involving the other students like this made him upset, and she needed to be punished for her actions.

The fact that the other students were potentially watching the scene while cumming themselves stupid didn't factor into his head at all.

Fueled by his sense of justice (as well as a generous helping of an overwhelming need to fuck to the point of causing his brain to break in two), Kenta immediately stormed over to her, dripping bulge bobbing in front of him. He caught Fluttershy by the wrist, glaring into her eyes.

Fluttershy yelped as she was seized. She'd been expecting some sort of retribution for sure, but this was a much more testosterone-fueled rush than she could have guessed in her wild fantasies! Kenta was on her in a flash, closing his strong, calloused hand around her dainty, unmarred wrist, hauling the supremely stacked teen one of the tables and throwing her down over it. The bimbette’s gigantic, milky tits flowed over the sides of the tiny desk almost as soon as they landed on it, while her pale, yellow ass was all too quick to be thrust upwards, away from her tiny mockery of a skirt to jiggle openly, and under the slightest provocation - presented directly towards the students that she had shamed. He gripped the back of her thong where it was currently being swallowed into her puffy, swollen pussy and gave it a yank, suddenly and roughly pulling her hips upwards.

The wet, flimsy material soaked in Fluttershy's copious juices snapped in two, and Kenta tossed the ruined undergarment over his shoulder before rearing his flattened palm backwards... and bringing it down on the young troublemaker's plush, bare ass with a loud and resounding smack!

"Don't. Take. People’s. Things. Don't. Play. Mean. Pranks!" Each word out of Kenta was accompanied by a hard and quick swat to Fluttershy's ass, reddening the wobbling globes as he disciplined her, holding her head down as far as he could, which ended up doing little more than burying her face into her absurd cleavage. He wasn't sure why she had become such a delinquent, but he wasn't about to let slights against her fellow students stand like this.

"Oh yes!" she howled, face-down in her own cleavage, "I've been a bad girl!"

"I'm so, so naughty, siiiiiiirrrrrghhhnnnnn!" she cried, losing her ability to form words as she just mindlessly cried out through her spanking. Her tear ducts and pussy competed to see which could pour out the most sticky fluids in the wake of such a brutal spanking, and fouled her make-up and Kenta's fingertips in equal measure. "Punish me!"

She grit her teeth in a rictus of pain and pleasure, wheezing through her stupid airheaded grin as her eyes rolled back in her head, finally cumming hard and sticky all over Kenta's hand. Her tits, shaking like mad with each firm impact, rolled out of her top as her nipples pointed skywards... making yet more of a mess in the process. Every time her body shuddered with orgasm, Fluttershy gushed two outrageous jets of super-thick, milky cream from her bitch-nozzles, hosing down everything in sight.

"Ha - Harder, daddyyyyyyy!" Fluttershy cried in that sweet, demure little voice of hers, as if this all hadn't been perverse enough already~

Once the final slap rang out, and Kenta had finally wound down, he kept his hand on her glowing behind, giving it a hard, clenching grab in order to focus her attention., Fluttershy was left twitching on top of the table in a mess of her own juices, soaked with sweat, drawing in ragged breaths following her exhaustion. As always, she looked amazing, even in defeat.

"For the next week, I’ll be confiscating your underwear privileges. Starting tomorrow morning, you're going to come in, take your panties off, and hand them directly to me. They'll be returned to you at the end of the day. Let's see how you like it when you don't have underwear."

"Yesss, sirrrr," groaned Fluttershy. "Sorry, sir~ That sounds like a very good punishment!"

Looking back at the other students as if they weren’t currently fucking themselves silly on huge horse dildos, he asked for their confirmation. "Does that sound fine to you all?" Kenta was barely holding it together at this point, and he wasn't fully aware that his position was currently driving his leaking bulge into Fluttershy's bare, wet snatch. But even if he was, part of him wanted to fuck the rebellious streak out of her right in front of her classmates anyway, so it didn't matter.

And while the chorus of raised female voices moaned and groaned over and over behind them, Fluttershy and Kenta were soon putting on a very jealousy-inducing private show for them. Would the orgasming row of girls soon come to associate thoughts of being spanked with cumming their brains out, thanks to this event?

Well, no, thankfully they’d all come to that conclusion forever ago. Any submissive girl thrilled at the idea of a strong man's hand striking her full, fleshy bottom, and these four were no exceptions. Samus put in a concerted effort, the most determined yet, to try to rise to her feet, and just ended up moaning the longest and hardest of any of them as a result.

But if those girls loved spanking... they were just a drop in the water compared to the ocean of Fluttershy's lust. Every night, for as long as she could remember, the blushing beauty had fantasized about a moment like this, all while growing her body to be as obscene as possible to attract the most aggressive, horny male possible to use her. Now he’d found her and her back had arched into Kenta's palm every time he struck her. She’d got everything she wanted and more.

The other girls tried their best to reply through all the squeaking and whining they were doing: "Y - Yeah! She should show her bare pussy t - to you...!"

But as the other girls responded, Sweetie Belle instead got a mischievous glint in her eye. Shuddering, she slowly and carefully lifted herself upwards and off of the seat with a veritable waterfall of her juices cascading down in between her legs as more and more of the fake horsecock slipped out of her tight, pink pussy. Finally, the flared head popped free, causing the teen’s hips to buck a bit in a cute little orgasm that made her squeak as she held onto the desk in front of her.

Kenta saw her struggling and leaned forward, and let her hold onto his arms for support while she rode out the waves of pleasure causing her whole body to tingle wonderfully. Finally, Sweetie was able to look up at her teacher with a smoldering, lust-filled glance that would look right at home on a five-star whore, her generous waist rolling slowly in the afterglow as if grinding on an invisible dick behind her.

"I - I don't think that punishment... is g - gonna be enough, Mister Tadashii...~" Sweetie was finally able to gasp out through panting moans, her hands trailing forward, running along the band of the front of Kenta's pants. Her gaze was fixed solely on the huge bulge just inches away from her face and Kenta felt her breath washing over his sensitive member even through the fabric. His dick twitched as if it knew what was coming.

"You can't just... g - give her what she wants, right...? S - So... Make her watch..."

With a single movement, Sweetie pulled Kenta's pants and underwear down to the middle of his thighs. His cock finally sprung free of its prison and the huge, thick shaft plopped down right onto the face of the cutie in front of him.

She almost came again, right there, feeling the intense heat radiating out of that massive thing on her face, the smell of it filling her nose and making her go stupid with need. Thick, hot precum poured from the tip, waterfalling down into her hair and over her face, causing her to instinctively lick her lips. Sweetie cupped her hands around the base of Kenta’s huge fucking cock, pulling it to herself like she needed to be as close as possible to it at all costs, to have it fill her vision entirely as she almost begged.

"Please... Fuck me in two, daddy~"

Fluttershy was slow to react... she was too post-orgasmic to do anything other than lay there in a stupor, really. So Sweetie Belle was able to carry on uninterrupted for some time...

She looked truly magical. Flat-chested, big-hipped, wide-eyed, pouty-lipped. Someone this cute shouldn't be here, in a dark, dingy room, with her juices fountaining down her thighs and an older man's dick in her hands.

Sweetie laid the shaft against her chest, hugging it close to her body, rubbing it between the bee-strings of her barely-there breasts, looking up at him pleadingly. "Fluttershy called you daddy just a second ago... It made me... it made me cum even harder on that big mean toy she tricked me into climbing on... I can call you that too, right~? Pleeeaaase?"

She was pumping his shaft now, gliding her fingers up and down his meat. "Your baby girl was saving her virginity for Mr. Right... But now that nasty toy ruined me... But it's so small compared to daddy's big, giant, hairy cawk... If you fucked me with this, I'd forget alllll about that tiny toy, mm."

Fucking brat. That dildo was twelve inches long at least. It had bulged her tummy out. Calling it tiny... that was almost unforgivably rash.

But it worked. If Kenta had had any sort of objection or response, the words tumbling out of this brat’s mouth completely and utterly obliterated them along with the rest of his common sense. His balls were on fire, begging and pleading for release and here was a girl just begging to be split apart. How could he be so mean as to deny her that?

Fluttershy lifted her head, finally, woozy. "Wha... Mmm, Kenta...? Where’d you go...?" When she saw Sweetie had his full attention, her eyes widened. "H - Hey!"

Episode 8: Study Group Part 2

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Once Kenta realized where he was again Sweetie was on her back on a desk, her legs fanned out 180 degrees with her tight, pink cunt pouring with her juices and dripping down onto the floor in a steady trickle. Kenta's cock rubbed against that opening clearly smaller than the giant thing that was threatening to penetrate it. The only sounds that he could hear were her moans of approval as he grabbed onto her waist, his hands engulfing her as he pushed forward, slamming his hips forward and driving that massive rod into her body as quickly and efficiently as possible.

If not for the juices fountaining down Sweetie's thighs, he might not have made it inside her. She was still one of the most difficult matchups he'd ever had so far - even Cozy’s Geomorph biology made penetration easier, allowing for easy insertion into her taming-hole.

But this was the fight between the biggest cock and the smallest pussy. Not only that, but Sweetie was so excited she kept reaching between her spread legs to squeeze and tug his cock. Any time he leaked precum on her fingers, she immediately withdrew her hand to suck it all off.

Fluttershy was whimpering now. She got up from her desk on shaky legs, approaching them in disbelief, only to suddenly have her arm tugged to one side.

Samus had caught her.

All business, she dragged Fluttershy down into her lap, spreading the other girl out nicely. Mizuki and Honey both caught an arm, silently understanding what their boss had in mind. While they continued riding their own dildos in time with Kenta's thrusts, Sweetie Belle's spare was fetched and unceremoniously rammed up Floots's coochy.

"Don't bug Mr. Tadashii. He's busy right now," said Samus in her usual dark tone, licking Fluttershy's cheek as she sank 12 inches of toy into the pinkette's quivering pussy. Fluttershy was cumming in no time.

And while four girls watched the show, riding their plastic dildos, Kenta enjoyed Sweetie Belle and she enjoyed him. He quickly found holding her by the wrists worked wonders, keeping her docile and easily controlled as he forced his cock inside her. He'd felt really jealous watching that toy bulging Sweetie's tummy... taking its place felt supremely satisfying. He'd upstaged it rather nicely.

More importantly, the itching sensation that had lingered in his balls and shaft since fucking Usagi this morning felt like it was intensifying, turning into a nice teasing sensation that promised to relieve itself... if he just poured his cum up inside this little bitch's tight, hot cunny.

Something Sweetie looked very enthusiastic for.

Kenta's thrusts were wild and rough, bucking his thick cock into the girl underneath him like a breeding stallion desperately rutting his chosen mate. With each wet slap of their hips, more and more of their combined juices squirted out and splattered onto all of the girls, with Fluttershy getting a front row seat. His legs shook from the intense sight of Sweetie's tiny pussy gripping his shaft with an impossibly tight hug... and if the large bulge continuously shoving upwards out of her tummy was any indication, he was basically using her womb to masturbate.

Grabbing hold of her ankles, Kenta spun Sweetie over, planting her face against the desk in a quick, rough movement before gripping onto her wrists, yanking them backwards and suspending her on his dick. Wearing her like a moaning cock ornament, he turned around and continued thrusting, letting her legs dangle as he pumped his dick into her like a machine, juices flowing down them and into pools of liquids forming at his feet.

Sweetie Belle was so full of cock. She felt so good being so full of cock. Kenta's brute-force hammering was going to leave a deep impression on her, one she'd think back to time and time again, usually while touching her hungry little kitty in future. Because right here, in the moment, thoughts of the cock filling up her pussy to breaking point consumed her, all of the little brat's mind overwhelmed by glorious, strong, powerful penis.

She loved Kenta. She loved Kenta's cock. And she loved cumming, ideally all over Kenta's cock. A great, long wail of orgasmic bliss was dragged from the tiny girl's throat as she held onto Kenta's side for dear life, giving him back almost as much of her pussy-juices as a cock-coating as he was pumping semen into her womb.

"Hyyyaaaggghhhhh! Daddyyyyyy!"

Finally, thankfully, Kenta felt the pressure in his balls rising up and into his cock. He groaned, speeding up his intense thrusting as he began to pump gallons of thick, heady semen directly into Sweetie’s womb, which bulged her tummy out even further as she filled with his seed. Even when orgasming, he continued to piston her cunt like a machine while more and more white, hot cum poured out of her like a bucket was overturned.

Kenta's eyes rolled back in his head as he finally began to slow down, pulling her up by the wrists and holding onto her by her torso while he worked her up and down his cock like a fucktoy, going from wild thrusts to massaging her insides with his tool, letting more and more of his jizz pour out of her.

And that's how a wise, benevolent caretaker sorts out difficulties with this students. Sweetie Belle was stuffed with cum, Fluttershy was a whimpering, orgasming wreck... and the other girls weren't doing too bad either. As all three of them arched their backs and moaned out in simultaneous release, their horse-cock toys finally became unstuck to their seats, dumping Honey, Mizuki and Samus on the floor, and Fluttershy along with them. They all lay in a puddle of their own juices, legs still twitching, pussies still gushing cream.

It almost made you wonder how things like this kept happening.

As the blinding haze filling Kenta's mind began to dissipate, he looked down at the body impaled on his cock, leaking a veritable flood of his cum out of her used hole and mentally chastised himself. This had all clearly gotten out of hand somewhere along the way, but once he noticed that Sweetie was rolling her hips to feel his dick stretch her out as much as it could, softly cooing in satisfaction, he figured that maybe the entire mess was salvageable on some level. Plus, as annoyed as he was at himself for going overboard, it had calmed down the raging torrent in his balls.

With a bit of a grunt and a shiver in his hips, Kenta lifted Sweetie upwards and the huge bulge in her belly began to recede as his cock slid out of her. Finally coming out of her tight little hole with the sound of a wet 'pop', his huge tool, glistening and dripping with both of their juices, twitched and jumped from the cold air of the classroom hitting it.

Sweetie began to whine a bit as she felt her 'daddy's' nice, big cock slip out. Once the flesh plug was fully removed, a waterfall of Kenta's seed began to pour from between her legs while she wordlessly protested - it seemed that she wanted to keep all that gooey cream inside of her. She wasn't in much of a position to voice her complaints, though. Even with that comfortably warm rod gone, she was completely satisfied, her mind bubbling and fizzing from cumming her cute little head off.

Kenta sat her down on a nearby chair, letting her catch her breath while she poured and gushed along with the rest of the girls, and shoved his dick back into his pants before realizing something pretty crucial.

The button was missing. Shit.

He tried his best to look as dignified as possible while holding the front of his pants (something that probably wasn't going as well as he hoped) as he frantically looked over his immediate area for the tiny little trooper. After a little bit of searching, he sighed, realizing that finding the button in this classroom was probably like finding a needle in a haystack and hung his head with a sigh, resigning himself to his fate. Well, there wasn't time to deal with that right now, he'd have to just live with it.

He did find Fluttershy's thong, however - super-skimpy, with thin black straps leading to a green triangle across the crotch, with a cute bunny design on it - and pocketed the torn and ruined garment. Looking back at the group of panting, writhing girls, he figured that it would probably be a good idea to at least return their panties to them and gathered up those thongs from where Fluttershy had dropped them.

Looking at the collection of thongs made Kenta feel like some kind of ascended pervert, the kind that you'd see in all those bad ecchi animes out there who would catch a glimpse of a bunch of girl’s underwear before being called 'baka' and dealt tremendous physical harm as a result. If he was to go back in time a year and tell the previous version of himself that he'd be in that kind of situation, Year -1 Kenta would probably laugh him off like it was some kind of weird joke. What a difference a year made, huh? He felt like he was some kinda racehorse that had been put out for breeding. Did breeding studs ever complain about all the sex they have? Maybe they were just happy to get tons of food and tons of good pussy and just live happily with their status in life.

Kenta thought that maybe it'd be kind of nice to be a horse. They didn't have to worry about alien invasions. Though on the other hand, they didn't have to worry about sapience, either, so in the end he figured that maybe it was kind of a win-lose. Plus, horses couldn't exactly protect much - they basically all just sorta ran a bunch and neighed a lot. Horses were weird.

Kenta shook his head. Where the hell did that come from? Whatever. He had better things to do than daydream about being a horse - he still had to go to the school nurse's office to get his checkup. In order to finish up here, he turned his attention to the four sets of underwear Fluttershy had dropped. Kenta realized he'd have to return them to their owners at some point.

The white thong with "Daddy's Girl" written on the ass could realistically belong to any of them, but the black lingerie set was probably for one of the more mature girls. The pink and leopard-print thongs that were so thin they were like more string could, again, belong to anyone.

Nevertheless, he went around to all the girls, awkwardly slipping their thongs back onto them as best as he could. It wasn't entirely sure which pair belonged to which girl, but he could make some reasonable assumptions -

Given recent developments, the white thong with "Daddy's Girl" written on it was probably Sweetie Belle's.

Honey seemed to be pretty pink-obsessed, so he figured the pink one was probably her's.
The last two were a bit harder. Looking at Samus, she seemed like the most no-nonsense one out of the group. A mature, black lingerie thong probably fit her the most. Which left the leopard-print one for Mizuki.

After sliding up Mizuki's thong (and giving the band a quick little snap), Kenta walked over to Fluttershy. She was still pantyless, and given the fact that he had ripped them in half, she'd have to go without. Granted, it was going to be part of her punishment, so he didn't feel too bad about it, but she was currently leaking like a faucet after being "disciplined".

Right then, he had a bit of a kinky idea. Kneeling down, he slowly pulled the horsecock dildo out of the megabusty pinkette, watching as she shuddered and leaked, her legs seeming to naturally spread apart. Kenta reached into his pocket, taking out the green thong with the cute bunny design and slowly pressed it into Fluttershy's drooling cunt, pushing it up into her until just the broken bands remained, hanging out and dangling between her slit.

"Oooh, my butt... Ahhh, my butt's so red..." groaned Fluttershy, wiggling her shiny caboose for everyone to see.

Fixing the unlikely troublemaker with a stern look, Kenta crossed his arms. "Keep those there for the rest of the day and meet me back in the classroom after school for detention, Fluttershy. We need to have a talk about this kind of behavior, young lady. Now apologize to these girls for stealing."

And when he took that firm tone with her, barking out an order, goodness but did she obey immediately! For such a naughty little brat it looked like she really craved a strong authority figure in her life.

And yet...

"Oooh, of course..." she said in that dull, quiet tone she sometimes used, usually when she was saying something so lascivious as to make all nearby cocks throb to attention, "Of course I'll apologize, sir... I'm so sorry, girls... I'm so sorry, Tadashii-san has scheduled a private punishment session with me tonight... A long, hard training session on how Fluttershy needs to be a good, good girl, mmmh..."

A hard swat to her bottom soon corrected this little kink in her behaviour. She squealed in pain, shook her ass like a beast until it stopped stinging, and then whimpered out slowly, "Nnngh! Sorry! I'm so sorry! I won't steal anyone's panties againnnnn, nnnhhhh..."

Fluttershy got up from the desk she'd been lying on and quickly stumbled towards the door before she could get swatted again, high heels click-clacking as she walked on shaky legs. Before she was even out the door she was poking fingers between her thighs, trying to find a way to masturbate without disobeying his orders and removing the panties he'd wedged inside her. The last thing he saw before the door closed was a frustrated finger - having met with too much resistance in front - gliding closer to the tight little pucker of her asshole, prodding it gingerly...

Looks like she was about to discover a new side to herself, and it was all teacher's fault~ Was Fluttershy that into being disciplined?

"Flutter - " Kenta couldn't even finish his sentence as she clacked out of the classroom, fingers toying with her own asshole. Kenta gave a bit of a sigh, trying to piece together in his brain where everything had gone so wrong.

Regardless, the other girls required his attention. They were all in the middle of getting their thongs back on, cleaning up some of the sweat dripping off their bodies. All of them, without exception, had stashed one of Fluttershy's toys in their school bags, clearly figuring this was a case of 'waste not, want not.'

"Sorry your study hall got ruined, girls..."

They all turned to their teacher in a row, looking antsy and pent-up. Only Sweetie Belle looked a little relieved, but it wasn't like she couldn't be coerced to go a second round if need be.

"Shall we... get back to class~?" asked Honey a little hesitantly. Her eyes flickered down to the prominent bulge in his pants even as she said it, betraying her thoughts as blatantly as if she'd said them out loud.

Kenta couldn’t help but wonder if he was setting a bad example here. Fluttershy had just been bragging about how she was going to get detention while standing in front of the other girls like it was some kind of big praise. And then he’d used Sweetie like a cocksleeve in front of them all as well.

Wasn’t it all teaching them that acting out meant they’d get ‘special treatment?’

This was certainly a conundrum. As Kenta looked up at Honey, he could pretty much read exactly what she was thinking at the time. She looked needy and desperate. At least, he thought she did, though it could have just been that his fuck-centric brain was seeing connections that weren't actually there at this point.

What was the right decision in this case? Did Kenta leave the girls be for now and risk the chance that they fall down into the same hole as Fluttershy? Or did he give into base desires and fuck his underage, teenage student-sluts, betraying what little of his morals he had left?

The temptation was almost overwhelming, but...

"I - It's... probably a good idea to get back to class, yeah. Next period is coming up soon..." Kenta looked back at Honey with an apologetic expression, scratching the back of his head. Hopefully she understood the underlying meaning of what he was saying. Looking over all the gorgeous bodies in front of him made this so hard to do.

"There's still some time until that test. Would you uh... be willing to try this all again tomorrow...?" Kenta looked over the faces of the four girls, hoping that they understood what he meant. He didn't want to let them down and have more delinquents on his hands, but he didn't want to let things continue under the pretenses that had been set up, today. He was supposed to be their teacher. Their futures were in his hands.

It was just becoming increasingly apparent that teaching these girls meant that he'd be teaching them with his body, as well...

"I won't allow my students to be taken advantage of. You must get to them first."

Kenta mentally facepalmed as he thought back to his first ever interview over the phone with Celestia.

As for how the girls took it...

Crabby? Yes.

Cranky? Yes.

Frustrated and horny? Yes and yes.

But... unable to understand Kenta's position?

Not at all.

So while the girls fidgeted and grumped as Kenta very obviously rebuffed their advances, at the same time they couldn't be mad at him in particular. And getting a private study session tomorrow to make up for today's being such a disaster? Well, that just sounded peachy.

So as the quartet headed out of the room, leaving him to get back to work, he already overheard them discussing 'Who was going to be Kenta?' with all four girls vehemently expressing their personal equivalents of "Not it!" as much as possible. It all sounded like gibberish at first, maybe even vaguely insulting, until he heard mention of a strap-on... and it all fell into place. Goodness, these girls were something else.

Still, he didn't have time to think it over. He quickly hurried off to the nurse's office as fast as his legs could carry him.

A gaggle of girls were already leaving and said hi to him as they passed by: they seemed to be talking something or other about their BIMBO chips malfunctioning, although he didn't catch any specifics. Things were already moving too fast for him to keep up.

Still! Time to meet the new nurse.

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Stepping into the nurse's office, he found it deserted at first... until he saw what looked like one of the students sitting on one of the beds, looking at him pointedly. Then he took a closer look at her uniform, and it took his breath away. This was no schoolgirl uniform! This was something that gave the student’s outfits a run for their money on its own terms!

The school's nurse uniform was, like everything else here, done up to the 9s in an endless attempt to titillate and tease. For a start, it looked more like a cocktail dress. The entire barely-there garment was woven all from a single piece of material, and what a small piece of material it was! The sleeves were short, the collar was high and tight, the wearer’s breasts had practically no room to move whatsoever, like the dress was vacuum sealed over the top of them... and the skirt was more like a tassel! Two slits up either thigh ran all the way to the waist, leaving nothing more than a scrap of fabric to cover tight feminine cunt and bulging, broodmare ass, and both were immediately sucked - dragged - into the depths of the thighs or buttocks they layered over. The effect led to almost entirely bare thighs, and the skirt being pulled into the depths of the ass in back.

Of course, gloves, bonnet and thigh-high stockings were all in attendance as well. All pink, just like the dress.

But perhaps most importantly, the dress had a tube design, with only a few clips around the throat and waist keeping the vertical slit down the front of one tit together. Popping either would see the whole thing come springing off... heck, a lot of flesh was already oozing through the slit as it was. And with the vacuum-seal effect on a flat, washboard tummy, it was just dying to be played around with and explored.

More importantly... the one wearing it was someone who perhaps should not be. Sitting on the table, arms folded under her giant breasts with a cigarette in her mouth... was Cozy Glow. Geomorph General, hanging around the school he'd sworn to protect from her kind.

"Well, heya Mr Tadashii. Ya bweak a nail or somethin'? Golly... Do you need a bandaid~?"

It took Kenta a bit for the gears in his head to start turning again. He stared straight ahead at the young ‘nurse’ sitting on the bed, cigarette smoke wafting around her like a fog as it licked at the tight, pink uniform practically painted onto her curves in an absurd mockery of how a nurse's uniform should look. It honestly took him longer than it probably should have to unlatch his gaze from those giant tits and up to the face that shouldn't be where it was.

"C - Cozy?!" Once the wrench finally came free of the cogs, Kenta jumped up with a start, his hands shooting away from his pants in shock and causing the buttonless garment to fall a bit, draping around his bulge. He was too busy to notice, though, nervously looking all around him as if his cover for being an MG pilot was about to be blown and to check that yes, this was actually the new nurse.

Shutting the door behind him a little too quickly, he pressed himself against its frame, looking back at the little Geomorph General and speaking in a loud whisper. "W - What are you doing here?!"

Once more his gaze wandered, dropping below her face and tracing over her (very) ample curves to take in the sight of the delicious outfit this cutie had been poured into. His cock naturally responded with a healthy twitch as he craned his neck subconsciously to follow the slit in the dress inward, checking if what was promised by the bare waist was true. "W - Why are you wearing... that?"

Kenta felt a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. This probably wasn't good.

"Well... It looks like I'm about to get impaled by Tokyo's resident justice cwusader," she giggled, watching his pants struggling to stay up, only remaining around his hips thanks to his boner pinning them in place.

Making it through this day without draining his balls in bitches was getting harder by the second.

Rakuraizer: Grand Revival

by Frocto

Prologue

Episode 1: Kenta Accepts His New Teaching Position

Episode 1: Enemy Encounter

Episode 1: Smut With Roll

Episode 1: The Promise

Episode 2: Sunset's First Day

Episode 2: Smut With Mai

Episode 2: Suiting Up

Episode 2: - Smut With Sunset

Episode 2: Smut With Bache and Fluttershy

Episode 2: Smut with Terezi

Episode 2: The Geomorph's Challenge

Episode 3: The B3 Club Part 1

Episode 3: The B3 Club Part 2

Episode 3: The B3 Club Part 3

Episode 4: Cozy Arrives At Mighty Guard

Episode 4: Smut With Adagio

Episode 4: The Battle of Tokyo Bay

Episode 4: Triumphant Return

Episode 4: Smut With Cozy and Sunset

Episode 4: Smut with Mai and Shermie

Episode 5: The Big Infodump

Episode 5: Smut with Swan

Episode 5: Turnabout Sabotage Part 1

Episode 5: Turnabout Sabotage Part 2

Episode 5: The Hangar Bay Battle

Episode 6: Smut With Rouge

Episode 6: Fixing Sunset

Episode 6: The Dazzlings Concert Part 1

Episode 6: The Dazzlings Concert Part 2

Episode 6: The Dazzlings Concert Part 3

Episode 6: The Dazzlings Concert Part 4

Episode 7: The Sweetie Belle Chronicles

Episode 7: The New Student

Episode 8: Study Group Part 1

Episode 8: Study Group Part 2