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Tomura’s biting back a smile her whole way back to the bar. She’d gotten an absolute steal on three games she hadn’t seen on shelves in years and had managed to also snag a promotional controller for one of her systems. It had the bloodstained dragon emblem on the left grip, which stood out starkly against the white. Keeping it clean would be a pain, but it looked great.
She’s lost in her thoughts as she’s walking the last few blocks, alleyways becoming dimmer and grimier as she goes. From one of them she hears a loud whining sound that makes her pause. It…doesn’t sound human. Could it be an animal? She bites her lip in thought. She doesn’t want the thing to suffer if it’s in pain. If it’s badly injured, she could put it out of its misery. And if it’s not, she can call an animal shelter to come and pick it up. She shifts her bag further up her arm, her games smacking against her side briefly, before she heads down the alleyway. She’s onguard, in case the animal is rabid or aggressive in its pained state, as she inches along, her eyes roving all around.
Finally she finds it.
Or rather…her.
Izuku Midoriya, the absolute brat of a hero student, is curled up in a ball, huffing and whining with her eyes screwed up tight.
Clearly something’s been done to her, a quirk of some kind affecting her. The animal ears peeking through the side of her head past her curls decidedly support that theory.
Tomura grins, teeth on display as smugness and ill-intent radiate from her. Little hero, all alone except for her. She’ll have to take care of the other girl in the meantime.
Tomura grabs the girl’s arm and harshly yanks her up by it, making Izuku cry out in pain. She gives no time for Izuku to regain her bearings before she’s being yanked along as Tomura heads back for the bar. Izuku follows like a newborn fawn, tripping over her own legs and making those weird sounds and breathing heavily like she’s run a marathon the whole time.
Kurogiri’s not behind the bar when she returns, he must be doing something else for Sensei right now. No problem, she doesn’t need him right now.
She tugs Izuku along to her room, the girl tripping over her clothes until she quite literally falls into Tomura’s bed. Perfect. Tomura takes a second to look at the brat while Izuku looks at her with narrowed eyes, faintly fogged over.
“Do you even know who I am right now?” Tomura asks, somewhat curious.
Izuku’s brow knits together in concentration for a second before she gets her tongue working. “Tomura…Shigaraki.”
Tomura smiles. “Good, it’s not fun if you don’t know who I am.” Her eyes roave over the girl’s body, but quickly stop at her chest. Izuku was a small girl, with a similarly small chest. So then why were her tits straining against her clothes? Tomura can see the hardened peaks of her nipples through the fabric and pinches one of them experimentally.
Izuku Midoriya moans like a whore.
And a bit of dampness leaks through that area on her shirt when Tomura releases the bud.
“Huh.” Tomura states flatly. Those ears, the fact that the other girl was lactating… curiosity burns in her as she shoves her hand behind Izuku’s back, feeling along and down until she hits something. She gives it an experimental tug and Izuku cries out in pain. Tomura’s smile returns as she holds it tightly for a moment longer before releasing the tail.
Izuku’s been turned into a cow, or at least a cow-hybrid, she notes with growing delight. And it seems to have decidedly affected the girl’s sex drive in some capacity.
Mind made up, Tomura begins promptly undressing the girl. Izuku has just enough awareness in her to remember who has their hands on her clothes. “Stop…stop… Get off of me—” she cuts herself off with a bitten off moan as Tomura pinches her nipple again.
“I’m just trying to help, hero. I could have left you in that alleyway for anyone to find. There’s people around here that would see a little schoolgirl panting like a whore,” she tugs on the bud harder and Izuku whimpers “and would call their friends over to use her to their hearts’ content. But me? I prefer just the two of us.” She lets go of Izuku’s nipple and the girl whines before shutting her mouth with an audible click. Tomura smirks before peeling the girl’s shirt off.
Izuku’s sports bra is tucked above her breasts like it had started to slip up and off as her breasts expanded. Tomura takes it off with the shirt and smiles down at Izuku before leaning her head down and taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking.
Izuku shrieks loudly before her head’s thrown back in a moan as liquid hits Tomura’s mouth. She swallows it all, sucking at the nipple eagerly. Izuku’s shaking her head no back and forth even as she moans. Tomura bites down harshly all of a sudden and Izuku screams like she’s been stabbed. Tomura pulls her head away, licking her lips and watching the nipple bead with more milk.
Izuku huffs and whimpers, continuing to shake her head no. “No, no, no, no…”
Tomura leans back in her bed. “No what? It’s not like I’m doing anything to you right now. You didn’t seem very into it.”
She makes a sound like she’s trying not to sob. “Please, don’t stop touching me…”
Tomura makes a considering sound. “You’re telling me you want your tits sucked by a villain?”
Izuku shakes her head vigorously. “No…hot, hot, I’m so hot,” she whines quietly, a sad keening sound. “I need…”
Tomura leans in with a smile. “You need me,” she states smugly. Izuku doesn’t disagree, though she makes that pitiful choked sob sound again. She can feel her chapped lips about to crack as she leans in and kisses Izuku. The girl tries to flinch back and keep her mouth closed, but all it takes is Tomura tweaking her leaking nipple again and her mouth opens in a moan.
She presses her advantage, kissing and biting at Izuku’s lips and mouth until black spots are in her vision and she needs to lean back. Izuku’s pupils are blown so wide there’s very little green visible. She trembles as she pants and twists slightly, her skirt bunching itself up on Tomura’s bed. Only a few seconds without being touched and she’s whining like she’s about to die from inattention.
Tomura gives her what she wants by returning her mouth to Izuku’s breast and resuming drinking greedily. The hero student slams her head back against the wall as she moans and shrieks. There’s so much milk that she’s able to easily draw forward, a never ending waterfall. But eventually, she feels her throat start to burn and pulls away. Izuku whimpers at the loss.
“You’re needy,” Tomura states, rolling her eyes as she moves to peel Izuku’s skirt off. The girl actually shimmies her legs and lifts her hips to help. So much for her not wanting this, Tomura thinks with a roll of her eyes.
Izuku wears a pair of All Might themed boxers that Tomura takes great pleasure in pulling off and promptly decaying them. She then decides to slip off her own clothes. Her hoodie is tossed on the floor, along with her t-shirt and bra, then her socks and jeans. When she’s done, only her panties are still on, her cock straining against the black fabric. Tomura makes sure Izuku’s watching as she finishes stripping.
“Do you want me to fuck your mouth, or your cunt?” Tomura asks conversationally. She might even actually listen to Izuku’s preference. At least, for their first round. Izuku screws her eyes tightly closed and seems back to trying not to cry. “You didn’t think that I would just milk you and then let you be, did you? That’s pretty selfish of you, hero.”
“Don’t say it like that,” Izuku pleads. “Don’t make me sound like some kind of…”
“Cow,” Tomura states bluntly. “I will, because you are one. You have the same stupid fuzzy ears as one, a little tail that I can see brushing against your leg, and you went from having a flat chest to having a chest Midnight would be jealous of. Could be worse, though." Tomura smirks. “You could have been stuck with an udder.”
Izuku lets out a sob for a second before she’s back to trying to be a statue. And that’s no good.
Tomura rolls her eyes in annoyance before lowering herself to Izuku’s cunt and putting her mouth against it, flicking her clit with her tongue. Izuku’s ramrod straight now and crying out in pleasure.
“Why…cut it out. Get away from me,” she sobs and pleads even as her legs further part for Tomura to keep eating her out. Tomura hums, pleased, when she doesn’t have to use her hands to keep Izuku’s legs from closing. She hadn’t exactly put gloves on before this and disintegrating the hero before she was done with her was incredibly unappealing.
Tomura keeps her tongue moving as she licks and sucks at Izuku’s clit with as much dedication as she’d shown to her nipple a few minutes ago. She feels the girl tense up underneath her and eats her out with even more vigor before she moves her mouth up solely to Izuku’s clit and sucks and scrapes her teeth before Izuku’s screaming and coming.
The sound she makes though…
Tomura immediately pulls her mouth up to leer at the girl who pants heavily. “Did you just…moo?” She asks mockingly. Izuku tenses up. “No,” she stresses. Tomura only tuts reproachfully before she dives back down and is sucking at Izuku’s livewire sensitive body.
The girl’s immediately shrieking and trying to twist away and twist closer as her heat-stricken body wants to be well-fucked even as her mind is dealing with the intense discomfort. Tomura doesn’t let her move anywhere though, not even when Izuku’s head is thrown back again and she makes that sound again, a loud “Moooo.”
If anything, the sound spurs her further on, especially once Izuku realizes and tenses up further. “No, no, no no no no—stop, please I—Mooooooo!” Her tongue falls out slightly as she comes again, her face free of all embarrassment and humiliation as Tomura continues her efforts for another several seconds. She pants silently as Tomura wipes her lips off with her arm and smiles. She gently, mockingly scratches behind Izuku’s ears, only to pause when the girl seems to lean into the contact.
She decides right then and there that she’s keeping Izuku Midoriya.
“What a cute little cow I have in my bed,” Tomura teases. “Would my cow like to be milked again?” Her smile is cruel even as she resumes gently scratching Izuku’s ears. There’s a long pause as Izuku shudders before slowly nodding. Tomura leans in for a kiss first and smiles at the salty taste of Izuku’s tears on her lips. Her tongue traces Izuku’s and she knows the girl is tasting her own slick in her mouth. An exchange of sweet nectar.
She runs her hands down Izuku’s chest, only stopping when her fingers reach Izuku’s still leaking nipples. She pulls away for a second, making Izuku’s haze-covered eyes look confused before Tomura starts tugging and pulling on her nipples, milking her like one would a cow. Izuku moans like the whore Tomura’s beginning to make her into before another moo slips out of her mouth. And then another, and another. Izuku’s volume picks up with the frequency of her sounds and her tail whips around in a frenzy, slapping against her own leg harshly and leaving small welts behind.
Tomura’s hands grow wet with the milk that drips down as she kisses Izuku’s throat, biting down at odd intervals as Izuku moo’s more and more. Finally, Tomura pulls away, Izuku’s swollen lips chasing hers. She pulls her fingers away from Izuku’s breasts and the girl gives a sorrowful cry that breaks off into a moo partway. Her lower half is splattered and dripping with her own milk. Tomura’s licks her lips as her cock ache and throbs.
She can’t wait any longer.
“Scream too loudly and I’ll smother you,” Tomura warns before promptly shoving and moving Izuku’s limbs like she’s a doll before she’s thrusting in all at once. Tomura bites her lip so hard the familiar taste of blood hits her tongue at the feeling. She’s so tight around her dick, even after Izuku’s come twice already. Izuku makes a choked scream before she’s crying. Paradoxically, her hips start twisting and rolling as if she can get Tomura’s dick deeper in her. Tomura pulls out slightly before thrusting back in, making her groan out as Izuku cuts off mid-sob to moo again. From there, Tomura sets a harsh pace that makes Izuku’s face screw up in pain and bliss. She’s trying to remain as silent as she can, though she’s failing much more than she had earlier.
Tomura shifts their positions so she’s laid on the bed and Izuku’s on top of her. From this angle, she starts milking Izuku again, making the girl whimper and moo pitifully. She keeps it up as she thrusts up into Izuku a few more times before she drops her hands and stills. Her blown out eyes look confused as she looks down at Tomura, a sad sound coming out.
“If you want me to touch you again, you’ll have to ride me.” Just for show, Tomura puts her arms behind her head casually. Izuku watches her hands disappear longingly before she bites her lip hesitantly. She knows Tomura won’t let her go, or even stop, if she doesn’t do this. So, she might as well get to take what little freedom she has here and set her own pace? Her body aches so badly to be fucked, her chest feels no less full than it did before Tomura started pinching and sucking at her. But she knows there has to be a light at the end of the tunnel, if she can make it through…everything will be okay. She can go on with her life and try and forget this ever happened.
Izuku starts to slowly lift herself off of Tomura’s dick, her toned legs shaking at the strain being put on them. Tomura watches as she manages to gets three-fourths of the way off before she can’t keep herself up anymore and falls all the way down. All thought leaves Izuku’s head as she’s completely filled once more, Tomura feeling deeper than she did before. She gives a loud moo as she clenches up around Tomura’s dick and comes on the spot.
Tomura blinks in surprise before watching Izuku pant heavily. But she doesn’t need any further encouragement as the girl almost immediately starts lifting herself back up and slamming back down, her expression blissed-out as she moos loudly. Tomura’s mouth falls open slightly at seeing Izuku act like an absolute whore on her dick, before she smiles and follows through on her end of the deal and resumes her milking. Izuku moos happily and squeals at the sensation, coming again. Her riding never stops or slows, her pace must be brutal on herself but neither she nor Tomura care. She lets go of one nipple after a second to yank Izuku closer so she can drink from her again. Izuku’s tail flicks excitedly as her tongue lolls out and she moos again and again. Tomura’s throat bobs as she drinks more and more. Izuku’s milk has an addicting taste to it, she hopes the little hero never goes back to how she was so Tomura can keep her tied up in here, always hungry for Tomura’s touch and willing to feed her in turn.
She comes again on Tomura’s dick, her cunt squeezing like a vicegrip around her. Tomura knows she won’t last much longer. “I’m going to come inside you,” she smiles and flicks her tongue against Izuku’s nipple. “And I’m going to keep coming inside you until one day you have a baby. If you have this much milk now, how much do you think you’ll have once you have a little calf in you?” She teases cruelly as she pinches Izuku’s stomach. The girl just moans again. Tomura laughs. “Are you getting off to that? To the idea of having my kid and needing an actual pump for the amount of milk you’ll be making for me? I don’t know if I would share any of you, not even for our own child. You’ll be a good little breeding cow for me. So good,” she yanks Izuku down on her dick again without warning and thrusts up sharply and harshly again and again.
“I want you to say my name, I–I love to hear it with your voice,” the confession slips out as that knot builds in her stomach, she’ll be coming soon. But she doesn’t want to come until she hears her name.
Izuku’s fogged and wrecked brain struggles frantically to remember how to string words together for a long minute. “T-To…Tomoooora. Tomura. Tomooora—”She comes again saying Tomura’s name.
Tomura laughs loudly at the stretched out way Izuku says her name, the girl completely gone at this point. She thrusts up again and comes inside Izuku, making the girl moo loudly as her toes curl at the new sensation.
Tomura feels her dick start to soften, but it doesn’t even take a second for her to decide they weren’t done yet. Izuku only barely looked less heated and while her face gave away how wrecked she was, the rest of her body hardly reflected it. She could fix that, she thinks as she gives an experimental thrust upwards. She hisses in sensitivity before changing gears. “Izuku,” she says, starting to pull out. The girl gives a sorrowful, long moo at the loss of sensation, making Tomura roll her eyes softly. “I want you to put your face towards my pillows and your ass up.”
The girl eagerly did as she was told, her tail flicking around as her drenched cunt drips onto Tomura’s bedsheets. Tomura watches the scene in front of her with satisfaction before driving in from a new angle.
Hours later, Izuku’s eyes are completely vacant as she cockwarms Tomura. Her mouth, cunt, and ass are splattered with cum and her stomach is distended from the amount Tomura’s put into her. Tomura has her switch out, playing one of her new games and reaches for a recently refilled bottle. Izuku’s milk hits her tongue as she takes a long gulp. Izuku sniffs the air before giving a sad sound at Tomura not drinking from her. Tomura rolls her eyes before pausing her game and grabbing another empty bottle nearby. She grabs Izuku’s breast harshly and pinches her oversensitive nipple to get her to start pumping her milk inside this bottle too. Izuku makes a happy squealing sound, mooing contentedly as she nuzzles against Tomura.
Tomura wonders if Kurogiri knew where she could pick up a cowbell. Or if he’d be willing to get her that and a new set of sheets. She’d need both sooner rather than later. Izuku comes on her cock with a whimper as the bottle’s nearly full and Tomura changes her previous statement to “as soon as possible”.