15 - Miu Iruma - Monster of the Week

"Ooooh, yeah! Gimme another one! I can feel it in there... Oooh, you asshole, don't be like that! Give it to me... That's what I'm talking about...!~"

In the shadows of a ruined laboratory once belonging to the Ultimate Inventor of Hope's Peak Academy, Miu Iruma, a bizarre creature was standing with its belly pressed to a counter, having swept all of its ordinary instruments of science and technology to the floor. It no longer needed them, after all: after being shot by a ray from a Mono-Drone's gun and reborn as a Despair Kaiju, the heavy-breathing thing that had once been Miu no longer needed to craft her inventions as an ordinary human. She was a flowing fountain of her own inspiration, and the inventions could be born themselves of her glorious golden body...

Interrupting the creature's dark deeds, the door to the laboratory suddenly swung open. The monster turned to see who had come to barge in on her fun. She recognized them instantly. "You two... You're those Losery Shits! I'd recognize your goody-four-shoes stink from a mile away! How the fuck did you get through my Lay-byrinth?!"

The new arrivals ignored her question. "That's... far enough, I think... we've come to put an end to... y-your terrible inventions! I swear it on my name... as Usami Scout P-puh... Pink...!" Chiaki Nanami declared through exhausted gasps.

"We're shutting d-d-down your... ungh...! T-twisted operation! I swear it... s-swear it... name of... Usami Scout Green...! Oooh...!" Chihiro Fujisaki announced, occasionally twitching, but clenching his teeth with determination.

"Together, we're... U-Usami Scouts!!"

The two who'd appeared were ordinarily good-natured, calming presences in their classrooms, or stalwart defenders of justice when called for. Now, both of them were red-faced, shaky, and dripping with sweat as if they were running huge fevers, but they still looked determined to stand. The two adopted a mirrored pose, with their heads turned towards the creature, their bodies towards each other, and their arms in the shape of a large heart, with one leg up at an angle. Their uniforms matched as well, sort of a cross between an officer's uniform, a cheerleader outfit, and a sci-fi costume, white with their namesake color as an accent. Each featured a round helmet with a clear visor and bunny-like antennae; a sleeveless blouse buttoned at the neck; a thick and brightly-colored belt with a gold emblem at the clasp; a short and breezy pleated skirt not reaching the knees; and tall white gloves and boots, with accent colors at the cuffs and soles. They were different fits, with Chiaki's snug to the curves of her bodacious breasts and Chihiro's showing his slender frame.

There were two other important details that drew their enemy's eyes:

First, each of them was holding their own signature weapon. Chiaki's, the Usami Light Gun, was something like an old peripheral for shooting games, but pastel pink in color. It was a powerful tool for shooting Kaiju weak points. Chihiro's, the Usami Light Pad, was like a mint green tablet, used to analyze opponents and find those weak points. Working together, the Usami Scouts had used them to successfully defeat each Despair Kaiju that had threatened the peace of Hope's Peak Academy this year.

Second, however, was a new addition for each of them that the two weren't used to carrying when fighting for justice. Because of their short skirts and the size of the new apparatus bound to each of them, there was no hiding it for modesty. Some sort of terrifying mechanical device, shaped like a cylinder and painted in sloppy splotches like cow spots, was rapidly pumping in and out of the back of Chiaki's skirt, emitting a pounding noise like a piston. Meanwhile, some long and twitching rod, with segments turning in different directions sporadically and with a kind of nozzle on the end, stuck out of the front of Chihiro's skirt, nearly far enough to reach Chiaki's undercarriage in their mirrored pose. It was impossible to miss how each Scout's knees shook with each mechanical movement of their odd new equipment.

Seeing this, their opponent laughed obnoxiously, clutching her sides. "Hah-Hahaha!! Not so unscathed after all, are ya? I knew two cherry hero wannabes like you two wouldn't be able to resist my beautiful brainchildren for long! Looks like my Holy-Cow Hole-Puncher is fitting that fat gamer ass of yours pretty good, huh, Buttslut? And surprise surprise! Looks like the Do-It-Itself Dick-Milker found something to work with under that skanky little skirt of yours, Little Miss Mister! I'm surprised you two are still walkin' on those twiggy shaky sex-legs. Guess ya just had to make it to the main attraction before you blew your loads, huh?! Well, here's your reward! Feast your eyes upon the glory of the great and powerful Invenotaur!!"

The thing that had once been Miu clopped from the shadows, emerging as a set of red-hot spots before it became clear as the form of a monster. At the back, it was something like a mechanical Minotaur, with the head of a bull and the skeleton of a humanoid robot. Strapped to the front, however, was Miu, bound to the thing by chains that spread her legs and arms like a **** rack. Her body was no longer human, having a red-hot look like shaped, smelted iron; still, her features could be seen plainly, including her cocky grin, her huge breasts that bounced with every clop forward, and her pussy, impaled from below by a thick rod from the mechanical man. The head of the bull was long enough to fit over her own long blonde locks like a hood, and so the top half of her face was obscured. Meanwhile, the LED-like eyes of the hood moved as if they were her own, although at too high of a point to line up with where her own ought to be. Occasionally, hot blasts of steam shot from the robot, sometimes jetting from the bull's snout.

As she approached the two, towering over them with the size of her robot, the creature reached into Miu's molten body with both of its mechanical mitts, inserting them at the stomach as if the woman part of it was made of liquid. As she moaned with ecstasy, the minotaur-bot withdrew a steaming two-handed great hammer with a vibrating head. "See this? It's my newest invention; the Horny Hammer! One whack of this'll finish firin' the batter right outta ya! And with my genius brain as this beast's control center, we've got the smarts and stamina to keep pumpin' out these brilliant babies all day. The only question is where to start. I'm no idiot, so I'm gonna go for you first, little guy! Clench your teeth and your ass, honey...!~" She hefted it in her robotic arms, menacing the young man facing her.

Anticlimactically, before Miu could even move her robot forward, Chihiro suddenly let out a long moan. As his eyes rolled back behind his visor, sticky ropes began to shoot from the cannon at the front of his dick. He'd at least done the courtesy of turning it away from his ally and towards his opponent. As they connected with Miu's elevated molten legs, they sizzled and steamed (although the fact that they didn't immediately disappear suggested Miu's body was simply very hot, not literally magma). Thanks to the enhancement of the dick-milking machine, the expulsion kept coming longer than felt healthy, more jizz than Chihiro had shot in any two sessions of his life put together. With a whimper, he collapsed uncomfortably onto the floor, trying not to think about how his ally was looking at him or his enemy was laughing. "Ggh... It's no use, Pink... I'm out... b-but you already know her weakness...! Please, end this q-quickly...!"

Chiaki nodded and bit her lip, trying her best to ignore the heat building up in her own loins. She felt like every hammer of the piston into her lower body took another portion of her strength from her and goaded her to fall to her knees. If she gave up now, though, there really wouldn't be anyone to stop Invenotaur's reign of raunchy terror. Without wasting time, she aimed her gun, trying to aim it squarely at a particular point on Miu's body.

At first, Miu, laughed. "Looks like Cherry-Boy over there couldn't wait for the action to start, huh? That's okay, I'm used to guys firin' early shots from just a look! Even though it's pretty damn pathetic, try not to be too embarrassed!! At least you're not like Yucky over here, trying to find some weak point on my- wuh? Woah!!" Startled, Miu barely managed to make her mecha helper sidestep a shot of light that passed clear through her womb and nearly hit the one weak point on Invenotaur's body. "H-hey! What gives? The weak point of this thing is impossible to see! You cheatin'? Or... are you s-s-sayin' my G-spot's so easy to hit, even a dickless virgin nerd like you can do it?!"

Chiaki didn't care to answer the taunt, keeping her lips tight in a frown. Resisting Miu's invention was currently demanding the Scout's full attention, as it continued disrupting the space between Chiaki's cheeks. Usami Pink had no personal experience of what it felt like to cum from an anal pounding, but if she didn't hurry, she was going to find out. Bending over helplessly and trying to hold her knees together, trying to find some way to stand that would make the stimulation more bearable, she began pumping the Light Gun with her free hand as needed to reload it. This was the time she'd normally hope for her ally to run interference...

Unfortunately, with Usami Green out of commission, the Scout's reload was an opportunity to be seized. Miu wouldn't hit Chiaki with her new weapon; that would let the little skank off too easily for trying to hurt her precious Minotaur man. Instead, Miu commanded her mechanical monster forward with the hammer raised horizontally overhead.

The sleepy gamer wasn't exactly known for her physical reaction speed, but her Scout transformation multiplied it many times. Still, when she'd evaded danger in the past, she hadn't been furiously pumping her weapon while a buttplug furiously pounded her hole. As such, she was in no position to dodge when Invenotaur racked the great hammer behind Chiaki's shoulders and pulled her forward into her glowing hot body.

With a gasp, Usami Pink only had time to turn her head in struggle. She was pushed cheek-first against Miu's hot, elevated breasts before being lifted and slid up her body, placing them face to face. The only comfort was that she wasn't immediately sinking into Miu's body or burning to a crisp: instead, she was being slowly submerged into a substance with the viscosity of gelatin and the dizzy, shimmering heat of a warm summer day. Chiaki didn't feel burning, but she did feel an alarming increase in heat. The vibrations behind her shoulder blades and between her cheeks acted together, but it wasn't painful... There was a word for what it was, and Chiaki wouldn't let herself think it, couldn't let herself think it. Otherwise, she was going to pass out from... that not-painful feeling she wouldn't name!

Miu, meanwhile, regarded Chiaki with a perverse smile. "How does it feel, entering the same furnace my inventions come from? Mmm, I've never tried this before... It's so intimate... So fucking hot! Melding bodies with someone like this, it's like we're becoming one...! I wonder what's going to happen to you? Maybe I'll reinvent you as my own personal sex toy? Maybe you'll simply become a part of my smoking hot body? I'm almost jealous of you, haaa-ha-ha!! Haaah! Hrrk!!!"

Suddenly, Miu's victory celebration was cut short.

Usami Pink wasn't succumbing to pleasure like her opponent was imagining. Instead, the Scout was turning the trap into an opportunity. At this range, as long as she could focus her will to aim, there was no way she could miss the weak point she'd aimed for earlier. She was operating on tight margins, having just barely finished reloading and having just enough presence of mind and gamer reflexes to get her gun aimed at the glowing target in her mind's eye. All it took was one shot through Miu's membrane, however, to send a shower of sparks raining from the mechanical bull-man.

"N-no way... No way!!!! I'm the most powerful Despair Kaiju! I can't go down like... any other w-worthless nobody!! N-noooo! Ah, but the burst feels so good... and with you treating me like useless weakling garbage... Usami Pink, let's at least... cum together!!!!"

Chiaki desperately wanted to deny her that request. However, her body seemed to have been holding on through dedication to the mission alone. As if on a master's command, the young woman's moan of orgasmic pleasure joined the sound of Invenotaur's explosion. In a detail that would likely be difficult for an observer to spot, but was acutely felt by the victim, the buttplug was **** out of the hole by Chiaki's involuntary expulsion, shaking noisily on the floor before it turned to dust along with the rest of Invenotaur's diabolical engineering.

When the smoke from the explosion settled and began to clear... the victor, Chiaki, was lying passed-out in a pool of her own fluids, her eyes rolled back and her tongue scraping the floor. Her regular outfit had reappeared as her transformation was lost, which meant that there was an enormous hole torn at the seat of her panties where the plug had been a moment earlier. With her skirt flipped up and the woman of no mind to fix it, her still-twitching asshole was exposed for the couple present to see.

Meanwhile, Miu Iruma, the loser, was relatively unscathed. She was naked and covered in soot, but otherwise, relatively healthy except for her confused state of mind. "W-where am I? What the heck is goin' on? I feel like I was asleep... I was havin' a really nice dream, a wet one... H-hiii!!" She suddenly squealed, realizing she was butt-naked and wasn't alone. She did her best to scramble into a fetal position for modesty as she looked at the messy Scout still standing over her. "The fuck is goin' on...?! Y-you're Usami Green, right? How did I-- What did I-- How much did I-- Wait, why does Pink look like she cummed her brains out?!"

Usami Green, still weak, but now more presentable and able to stand, crossed his arms with frustration (although frustration on the cute young man's face just looked like an adorable pout). "We're the Usami Scouts. We saved you, although Pink... took some damage," he commented, trying to ignore that the release face frozen on his passed-out partner looked halfway like a smile. "Anyway, you're supposed to forget all this, but before we use our mind-eraser, I've got an important request."

"O-Okay... Sheesh, why are you f-fussin' at me? I'm a victim here, I got shot with that ray gun and turned into a freak! I didn't-"

Chihiro interrupted her without relenting. "Where's the Mono-Drone Gun?"

"Huh? M-Mono wha?" Miu replied, her mouth breaking into an obvious nervous smile. "I don't, uh... Know what you mean?" Realizing how that logic didn't line up, she tried again, backing up obviously towards a drawer behind her. "I mean, shoot, my brain is so scrambled by the transformation, even a genius brain like mine needs a second to catch up, haha! Uh, yeah, the Mono-Drone left with it, I guess? S-stop fuckin' lookin' at me like that, like you wanna tie me up and hang me upside down and dribble wax on-"

The exhausted young man raised a hand to try to make her stop. Since her fantasy rambled on, he tried to speak over her instead. He ignored her ecstatic squeal as he advanced towards her, then brushed past her to reach into the drawer and retrieve what he wanted. He inspected the Mono-Drone laser gun with a concerned look before beginning to disassemble it, an action which resulted in a loud protest from its owner. "You're the only Despair Kaiju we've had to fight twice. A-and you're really not fun to fight at all, so I wouldn't mind an apology for that!"

Miu pushed her fingers together guiltily, withering under his judgment. "W-well, I'd say geek girl over there enjoyed it. Hiii! D-don't look at me like that! S-since you've got powers you can rely on any time, you don't get what it's like! When that gun turned me into Invenotaur, it was like... a second superhuman awakening! Like the accident that gave me my girl genius powers, repeated and multiplied!" By now, Miu was up on her feet and gesturing with her whole body, forcing the young man to look politely away from her nudity and excitedly bouncing breasts. "When I'm Invenotaur, I can come up with new inventions at three times the normal speed! Like I just think of it, then reach in my body, then pull it out! And damn, this is one time where pulling out feels awesome, if you get what I mean!"

"B-but your inventions are things like a... terrifying butt plug and a... that thing you put on my..." Chihiro stammered, unable to say it. "Why would you want to make things like that? Don't you have any shame?"

"Nope!" Miu replied honestly, putting her fists on her hips and tilting her head back proudly. "My big, sexy brain was plannin' on makin' stuff like that anyway. Woulda just been a waste of time if I had to do it at normal speed, but with Invenotaur's help? I can pump 'em out faster than a virgin with my photograph!"

Chihiro sighed in defeat, too tired to try and get Miu to absorb a lesson at this point. "You really don't need something like that... Your inventions are already amazing enough on their own. If you get that kind of power, it'll just pervert you..."

"You mean how power turned you into a cosplay cheerleader who plays dress-up with his friend and takes orders from a fuckin' stuffed rabbit?"

"Geez! I'm done!" Chihiro shouted, holding up his Usami Light Pad and beginning to type. "Miu, you're a genius inventor without being turned into a monster, but you know what else you are, even without a Despair transformation? A b-big jerk!"

Miu only cackled. "Haa-ha ha ha! From my standpoint, you were the one gettin' a big jerk-"

Suddenly, Miu shot up in her bed, the cover falling from her bodacious bare body. She'd probably have given a second thought to the fact that she didn't normally sleep naked and covered in soot, if she was more in possession of her faculties. "Woah, I just had the greatest dream... A wet one," she shuddered at her innuendo, even though she was talking to herself alone. "I dreamt Chiaki was a slutty cheerleader, and Chihiro was a guy with a little dick and everything, and... and inventions! Holy shit, like an automatic self-pounding butt plug or, like a dick milker that shoots virgin sperm like a cannon! Or a hammer that makes virgins cum buckets! These are all gold, but... uuugh, when am I gonna have time to make all this?" The questionable genius yawned, then turned over in her bed and pulled the covers back up without a care. "I should invent, like... a mechanical helper or exoskeleton or somethin'... to optimize the process... yeah, I'll figure it out in my sleep..."