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Assistant: Title: To Boldly C@m
        Author: ColdLuigi ColdLuigi 
        Chapter: 10/12 
        Summary: Izuku Midoriya didn’t expect to be the first human to make contact with an alien species. He also didn’t expect to be that contact to be an immortal, shapeshifting s@x alien named Shoko Todoroki from a six-billion-year-old species devoted exclusively to using the powers of gene editing, shapeshifting, and sloppy breeding s@x to create a universe of eternal xenophilia, but hey, it’s a little hard to argue with an immortal shapeshifting s@x alien who wants you to f@ck every hot girl you’ve ever met, and a bunch of hot alien women she found along the way.
        Contents: Chapter 10: Go The Spoils
    

    


      
        
          I have no idea why this chapter took me so long, but I finally got it all together.Hope you all enjoy!
            
            (See the end of the chapter for  more notes.)
            
      
  

  
  
    
    
  Izuku wasn’t quite sure if his first time f@ck@ng a non-shapeshifting alien species was going fantastically or painfully.

  To say that it was 
  
    intense 
  
  to feel one pair of powerful, bone-crushing hands fondling your b@lls, four fingers—one hand each—tenderly working each t@st@cl@ with 
  
    just 
  
  the right amount of pressure, a masterful degree of fine control and steady, thorough skill, while another pair of hands greedily jerked you off and gleaming white saber teeth five inches long and serrated like steak knives glinted mere inches from the tip of your c@ck would be a colossal understatement. Izuku quickly discovered that it was 
  
    f@ck@ng absurd 
  
  how quickly Inasa’s ministrations had his d@ck rock hard and throbbing almost 
  
    painfully 
  
  as she oohed and aahed at how eagerly he was responding to her attentions.

  “Now 
  
    this 
  
  is a fat f@ck@ng c@ck,” Inasa purred, her tongue—rough and almost 
  
    barbed 
  
  like a big cat’s, which meant it felt a little bit like wet sandpaper on Izuku’s skin—running lightly over his b@lls before retreating back into her mouth. “Think you can use this big thing on me, eh? Think you’re gonna get into my p@ssy?”

  Izuku groaned, not trusting himself enough to speak. One of Inasa’s hands broke away from his c@ck, traveling down between her legs as she squatted down—her face still well above the level of Izuku’s waist, forcing her to bend down quite far to actually work Izuku’s d@ck—and nestled between her legs, her thick fingers moving furiously as her thighs shuddered and squeezed. 

  “You want it 
  
    bad, 
  
  dontcha?” Inasa cooed as Izuku hissed with pleasure. “Almost as bad as 
  
    I 
  
  want it. But I’m not just gonna let you stick this thing in me. No, if you wanna f@ck me, you gotta 
  
    earn 
  
  it.”

  Izuku threw his head back, fighting back the urge to moan—and that was when he caught a glimpse of something so utterly ridiculous he briefly stopped paying any attention whatsoever to the hot alien playing with his d@ck.

  Shoko was not, as he’d vaguely expected, schlicking herself silly on the other side of the room as she watched Izuku get manhandled by a hot alien. Oh, she was naked, yes, and was 
  
    obviously 
  
  enjoying the sight. But instead of, y’know, masturbating about it, she was instead sitting in a 
  
    chair 
  
  and eating 
  
    popcorn.
  

  Popcorn. Actual, literal, 100%-from-Earth popcorn. She’d even somehow gotten it in a red-and-white striped container like every cartoon movie theater ever.

  Izuku just…
  
    stared 
  
  at her, his attention completely removed from Inasa’s relentless handjob. “I’m sorry, are you eating f@ck@ng 
  
    popcorn 
  
  right now?” he said in a high, strained voice.

  Down on her knees in front of him, Inasa turned too. Shoko, of course, just tossed another handful of perfect, b@ttery popcorn into her mouth.

  “What?” she asked casually. “The ship can literally reconstitute organic matter into anything I want.”

  Izuku narrowed his eyes. “So you chose…
  
    popcorn,” 
  
  he said.

  Shoko nodded. “Of course I did,” she said cheerily. “After all, according to my 
  
    research,
  
   it’s what you humans eat while you’re enjoying a show. And I am 
  
    so very much enjoying the show 
  
  right now.”

  Izuku took a few seconds to get his brain back in working order. Eventually, he just decided to roll with it. “Whatever,” he decided. “Anyway, where were we?”

  Inasa responded with a tug on his c@ck. “You were gonna put 
  
    this 
  
  inside me,” she said smugly. “Assuming I don’t break you in half first.”

  Izuku was briefly confused, right up until he realized what was going on. 
  
    “Oh boy,” 
  
  he thought to himself. 
  
    “The eight-foot-tall musclebound alien wants to s@x-wrestle me.”
  

  He really should’ve been expecting that. 

  All four of Inasa’s arms wrapped around him, and Izuku found himself being 
  
    tossed 
  
  across the room, towards the large, soft bed that the ship conveniently materialized just before he struck. As Izuku grunted, Inasa 
  
    pounced, 
  
  her considerable weight pinning him to the mattress as her upper arms trapped his, and her lower arms summarily ripped his shirt in two.

  “Come on,” she growled. “You wanna f@ck me so bad? You wanna get that fat alien c@ck into me? Then you better g@dd@mn 
  
    earn it!”
  

  She grabbed at him again, and Izuku let the slightest flicker of a grin flit across his face.

  “You sure about that?” he asked. “I 
  
    did 
  
  just beat your Champion, remember?”

  Inasa’s predatory eyes grew even brighter, and her crest 
  
    blazed 
  
  with intense, searing orange. “Yeah,” she growled, her voice husky, deep, and gravelly. “Yeah, you f@ck@ng did. En-Za-Ir is the best g@dd@mn fighter the Rialz have seen in generations, and you 
  
    punted him like a ball. 
  
  And I want to see you take all that f@ck@ng power and use it on 
  
    me.”
  

  Izuku raised an eyebrow. Sue him, but he was kinda having fun with this now. “Or what?” he asked. “What’ll you do if I don’t want to play rough?”

  Inasa’s crest flashed a smug, enticing yellow. “Oh, then I’ll 
  
    make 
  
  you want to,” she declared, one thick-fingered hand reaching down to wrap around his c@ck again. “I wonder how much edging it’ll take before I can make you 
  
    beg 
  
  to be allowed to c@m. An hour? Two hours?”

  Izuku grunted, reaching up to squeeze Inasa’s thick, dark nipple in response, but one of her arms slapped his hand away.

  “Don’t f@ck@ng 
  
    reach 
  
  for me,” Inasa growled, her crest burning red now, a pulsing line of heat running up her back as she shifted her legs to straddle Izuku’s c@ck, rubbing it between her thighs. “If you wanna touch me, you gotta 
  
    grab me. 
  
  F@ck@ng 
  
    take 
  
  what you want. None of this pansy soft sh@t.”

  Izuku was so thoroughly unsurprised by Inasa’s words, he barely even reacted. That was pretty much 
  
    exactly 
  
  how he’d expected a Rialz to act during s@x.

  His hand sparked with green lightning. Faster than any living eye could track, it 
  
    shot 
  
  up, grabbing Inasa by the throat and turning her next words into a strangled gasp.

  “You want it rough?” Izuku growled, feeling more genuinely into this than he had even with Katsumi. “Does the shy little sl@t want to pretend she’s big and strong? That she can keep up with a man who just beat a 
  
    Champion?”
  

  As she gasped with Izuku’s hand around her neck, Inasa’s whole body, all eight feet of it, 
  
    quivered. 
  
  It seemed that Izuku’s guess was right; Inasa had some 
  
    serious 
  
  baggage from growing up as so petite and dainty among such a relentlessly physical species. And apparently that baggage manifested itself in a raging desire to get folded in half and 
  
    used.
  

  Fighting free of Izuku’s grip, Inasa let out a roar of challenge, one so obviously driven by arousal that even Izuku could recognize it. All four of her arms 
  
    grabbed 
  
  for Izuku, as she tried to pin him down, shut him up, stop what her body knew was coming next.

  Izuku laughed, and met her lunge with one of his own. For a few minutes, the bed was a pit of whirling limbs and howling shrieks, pale flesh against deep purple, flashing bioluminescence heralding each wrestling hold or targeted strike.

  And from her perch on the other side of the room, Shoko tossed another mouthful of buttery popcorn into her mouth with all the panache of an avid cinephile. Oh, she was 
  
    enjoying 
  
  this.

  And she wasn’t the only one. Though technically the ship’s AI was present in all its computer systems at all times, for the sake of sapient conversation, there were a number of small light-up screens around the ship which provided a visual reference for those wishing to converse with the AI. One of those screens lit up next to Shoko’s chair as Izuku and Inasa continued to wrestle for dominance.

  Shoko tilted her head towards it without taking her eyes off the alien foreplay in front of her. “You enjoying this as much as I am, babe?” she drawled.

  The screen dinged. 
  
    “Do you wish for a quantified answer, or a subjective one, Mistress?” 
  
  the AI asked.

  Shoko hummed. “Give me both,” she decided.

  The screen dinged again. 
  
    “My calculations suggest that your s@xual satisfaction from observing your mate and I-Na-Sa approaches a value exceeding that of the total number of atoms in the observable universe, Mistress,” 
  
  the AI declared. 

  Shoko laughed as she continued munching on her popcorn. “Guilty as charged, babe,” she admitted. “But tell me, are 
  
    you 
  
  enjoying this?”

  The AI was silent for a moment. Then, a breathy chuckle sounded from the speakers.

  
    “Yes, Mistress,” 
  
  the sapient computer program declared as Inasa let out a strangled gasp as Izuku, attempting to avoid being trapped in an arm bar, managed to work the fingers of his free hand into Inasa’s c@nt. 
  
    “I am enjoying this very much.”
  

  Shoko chuckled in satisfaction. “We 
  
    really 
  
  gotta get you laid, babe,” she told her ship. 

  Another pulse of silence—save for Inasa’s increasingly feverish moans as Izuku 
  
    really 
  
  started to work her over. Funny, how even with four hands Inasa apparently didn’t have all that much experience with f@ng@rf@ck@ng.

  At last, the AI asked, 
  
    “Are you offering to allow me to f@ck your Mate, Mistress?”
  

  Shoko raised an eyebrow, and crunched down on another handful of popcorn. “Babe,” she tutted, “This is 
  
    me 
  
  we’re talking about. Do you even have to ask?”

  The AI pulsed with what sounded like amusement. 
  
    “Forgive me, Mistress,” 
  
  it deduced. 
  
    “Of course you were offering. I apologize.”
  

  Shoko grinned. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “Anyway…we should probably get you a body of some kind at some point. And a name. Both of those things make it way hotter to watch you get bred by human d@ck.”

  The AI hummed. 
  
    “I will consider possibilities, Mistress,” 
  
  it declared. 
  
    “Especially ones that allow for your stated desire for me to be “bred.” But for now, I propose that we enjoy the show.”
  

  Shoko thought 
  
    that 
  
  was an excellent idea. Especially because, at that moment, Izuku apparently decided that he’d had enough of the alien wrestling foreplay, and wanted to move on to the main event.

  Putting just a 
  
    little 
  
  bit of One For All into the motion, Izuku 
  
    flipped 
  
  Inasa onto her belly, her two pairs of arms folded close to her chest as her backwards-bending knees folded and pushed her ass upwards into the air.

  Inasa let out a purring sound that was clearly the Rialz equivalent of a light moan. “F@ck@ng 
  
    hell,” 
  
  she chuckled. “You’re just as strong as you looked! All that power…”

  Izuku watched Inasa’s powerful legs ripple and curl. So unlike a human’s, the knee joints bent the 
  
    opposite 
  
  way, which gave the Rialz a slightly springy, leaping gait that looked much slower and less steady than it actually was. It also meant that the muscles of Inasa’s thighs and butt were structured and shaped a little differently, but they were still well developed and enhanced her curves in exciting, fascinating ways. Add in the flashing lights of her crest, and Izuku was quite excited to f@ck a Rialz from behind. 

  Plus, now that his blood was up, he had no problem giving Inasa exactly what she wanted. He leaned down, his c@ck already rubbing against the rippling, twitching folds of Inasa’s meaty alien p@ssy, ran a hand around the curve of her squarish jaw, fascinated by the rubbery texture of her purple skin, and hissed against her ear, “Oh, babe, you haven’t seen 
  
    anything 
  
  yet.”

  And with 
  
    that, 
  
  as Inasa bucked and gasped, Izuku rammed his c@ck into her, claiming the first Rialz p@ssy for humankind.

  As Izuku’s c@ck sank down to the hilt inside her terrifyingly tight, intensely muscled p@ssy, a line of pure, brilliant white light rippled up Inasa’s crest, starting at the base of her short, stubby tail and crawling all the way up to the frills atop her head. Accompanied by a deep, greedy shudder and more of that deep, rumbling purring, it was so obviously a sign of Inasa’s pleasure that Izuku didn’t even need to guess. 

  “Oh, 
  
    f@ck,” 
  
  Inasa groaned as Izuku rocked his hips against her. “That’s a fat f@ck@ng alien c@ck…”

  Recalling Inasa’s preferences, Izuku didn’t bother trying to ease the eight-foot-tall amazoness alien into losing her virginity. Instead, he started 
  
    pounding 
  
  her immediately, ramming his hips down and burying his c@ck deep into Inasa’s meaty, muscled p@ssy. 

  From afar, Izuku thought it might’ve looked a little bit comical; Inasa was eight feet tall, after all, and Izuku was balanced atop her a little bit like a baby monkey on its mother’s back. But in the moment, it was 
  
    really f@ck@ng hot, 
  
  feeling all that rippling muscle underneath him as Inasa’s body tried to keep up with his pounding, and knowing that 
  
    he 
  
  was in control.

  F@ck@ng a Rialz, Izuku soon discovered, was a bit like sticking your d@ck in a fleshy machine vise that also had lateral rumble strips installed; apparently female Rialz didn’t just have p@ssy muscles, they had two rows of ridged, bumpy ciliae along their internal walls that could 
  
    rub 
  
  along the sides of a c@ck to absolutely f@ck@ng 
  
    squeeze 
  
  every last drop of c@m out of them. And Inasa, for all that her aggression had apparently concealed the fact that she was either a virgin or very close to one, seemed to instinctively know 
  
    exactly 
  
  how to use her p@ssy walls to introduce Izuku’s d@ck to forms of s@xual torment previously thought unimaginable by the human race.

  
    “Harder!” 
  
  Inasa howled as Izuku’s c@ck rammed down into her from above, one of his hands wrapped around her throat, the other groping enormous handfuls of her purple t@ts. 
  
    “Don’t f@ck@ng stop!”
  

  Izuku was more than happy to oblige. His fingers hooked into Inasa’s mouth, deftly avoiding her pointy canines as he plowed her face first into the mattress hard enough to make the entire bed shake. And yet no matter how hard he went, Inasa matched his fury easily, and seemed to want more.

  So he kicked it up a notch. As often as his friends liked to joke about 
  
    “alternative applications” 
  
  of his quirk, Izuku knew that there were frankly not a lot of times where being able to destroy buildings with a flick of your fingers was a 
  
    good 
  
  thing during s@x, so One For All rarely got any use there. It was just a little…
  
    much 
  
  for regular s@x.

  But this was decidedly not regular s@x. He was f@ck@ng an eight-foot-tall six-limbed alien while another alien and her sex fiend AI assistant watched. So he went for it.

  Green lightning crackled, and Inasa 
  
    howled 
  
  as Izuku 
  
    smashed
  
   his c@ck down into her, making her whole body ripple and her p@ssy 
  
    quiver 
  
  in pleasure, those damned alien ridges working his c@ck in a frenzy. All four of her hands were fisted tight into the sheets, groping desperately for something, anything, to cling to. She seemed to be loving every second of it.

  And yet she 
  
    still 
  
  screamed for more. Inasa was howling, her crest flashing crazy colors all along its length as Izuku, getting even more aggressive, picked the much larger alien 
  
    up, 
  
  One For All making the feat trivially easy. Inasa stared down at him in plain disbelief as he started carryf@ck@ng her 
  
    into the wall, 
  
  her brain apparently not able to comprehend the fact that he was easily bearing her entire, quite considerable weight.

  
    “What the—fffffuuuuucckkk—
  
  
    are 
  
  
    you?” 
  
  she screamed, her lower pair of arms looped around Izuku’s waist as her t@ts—as big as his head—smushed against his chest. Her eyes were completely blown wide, her slitted pupils glazed over and drool flying from her mouth.

  By now, Izuku was 
  
    really
  
   having fun. There was just something about Inasa that made overpowering her—something that was taking, real, genuine 
  
    work 
  
  for him to do, as every twitch and thrash she made contained more power than the vast majority of humans could ever manage—deeply, intensely satisfying. And that was saying nothing of how her alien c@nt was so ridiculously hot and tight that he could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer.

  Plus, he could see that Shoko was still watching, and he thought it might be fun to give her something to cheer for. So Izuku, letting his inner c@cky b@st@rd out for a change, leaned in close as he f@ck@d Inasa against the wall, and growled back, “I’m the man who’s gonna knock you up.”

  Inasa’s head lolled back, her jaw hanging open to reveal serrated, grinding teeth, and Izuku heard a moan—but from behind him. It seemed Shoko had finally heard something she 
  
    particularly 
  
  liked.

  “You like that?” Izuku hissed as he drove his c@ck deeper, feeling Inasa’s muscular body clench and ripple around his c@ck. “You like the idea of getting knocked up by an alien you met a few minutes ago?”

  Inasa let out a sound that sounded somewhere between a grunt and a cry of pleasure. Shoko made a similar noise as she finally stopped pretending to be an dispassionate observer, and started openly masturbating in her chair.

  Izuku started to groan, feeling himself tip closer and closer to the edge. “I’m gonna f@cking 
  
    breed 
  
  you,” he snarled against Inasa’s neck, her long, muscular limbs and enormous body wrapped around him as he buried his c@ck in her. “I’m gonna have Shoko make your womb compatible with human c@m just so I can knock you up. I’m gonna put an alien hybrid baby in you.”

  Izuku was getting a little bit carried away at this point, he had to admit. But he was seconds away from c@mm@ng, and—

  Inasa 
  
    grabbed 
  
  him. All four hands seized his flesh, and soon Izuku found himself pulled 
  
    tight 
  
  against Inasa, her arms looping around his back and neck and hauling him bodily into her, until his c@ck was knocking on the very entrance to her womb.

  Izuku met her slitted, alien eyes, and saw complete and utter 
  
    madness 
  
  there. Her crest was glowing—a single, deep, unearthly color. Blood red. She 
  
    squeezed, 
  
  and those ridges in her p@ssy closed in, and began to rhythmically contract, literally 
  
    milking 
  
  his c@ck.

  At that moment, Izuku realized just how 
  
    f@ck@d 
  
  he was.

  With pure, deranged madness in her eyes, Inasa looked Izuku dead in the face, both of them literally inches from earth-shattering @rg@sms, and said in a voice that rumbled like thunder, 
  
    “F@ck@ng. Do. It.”
  

  And then Izuku came. Inasa came too; it was impossible to say which of them peaked first, only that it ended with Izuku roaring and Inasa howling as the eight-foot-tall alien girl got her womb packed full of human c@m, and Izuku got his b@lls drained 
  
    fully 
  
  by alien amazoness p@ssy.

  And then, the second that Izuku and Inasa managed to slump down onto the bed together, with Shoko openly masturbating in the corner and the ship’s AI presumably doing the digital equivalent, there was a squealing alarm.

  
    “This is the Imperial Bodyguard Forces of the Kingdom of Rizal,” 
  
  a voice boomed from a communications station in the corner of the room. 
  
    “You will now be boarded and searched.”
  

  Izuku didn’t even have a chance to react before Shoko—letting out a reluctant sigh as she stopped masturbating—waved a hand, and two enormous, armored Rialz appeared in the room.

  Izuku yelled, trying to scramble to cover himself and Inasa with the bedsheets, but there wasn’t really any point; the total lack of warning meant that they were totally exposed. Not that it mattered, since whatever the two Rialz had been 
  
    planning 
  
  to do, it visibly went out the window the second they laid their eyes on Inasa.

  What happened next was 
  
    almost
  
   smooth and natural-looking enough to seem planned. The two armored Rialz did not 
  
    bow, 
  
  as Izuku would have understood the gesture; for one thing, their legs didn’t bend the right way. Instead, their genuflection was all in the arms and their crests—their arms folded atop one another, clasped together in a way that would not be simple to undo easily to defend themselves, while their crests went dull, save for a single line of brilliant white along the very edge. Regardless, though, the 
  
    intent 
  
  of the gesture was as clear as if they had prostrated themselves before…

  Before Inasa, who looked mildly irritated at their presence…but not surprised. Clutching the bedsheets over her enormous frame, she gave the hulking aliens a long-suffering sigh and a resolute flash of her crest. 

  “Well?” she said. “You’re already here. Get on with it.”

  “Your Highness,” one of them said. “We apologize for the interruption, but…”

  Whatever was going to follow that promptly disappeared in a loud bout of strangled, horrified coughing and choking from Izuku, who shot upright in bed with eyes as wide as dinner plates.

  
    “Your…Highness?” 
  
  he repeated slowly, as if not quite trusting himself to have heard correctly. 

  Inasa and Shoko exchanged a look loaded with meaning, one so blatant that Izuku would have easily noticed, had he not been freaking the f@ck out.

  Finally, Shoko stepped forward. “Oh, right, did I not mention that bit?” she said teasingly. “Izuku, I would like to introduce you to Her Highness Princess I-Na-Sa of the Kingdom of Rizal, Jewel of Arizalla, Beloved of the People, and heir to the throne.”

  Izuku stared in complete, unabashed horror at the alien girl he’d just told to get pregnant with a human hybrid baby not five minutes ago. 
  
    “What?” 
  
  he repeated numbly, simply unable to process what Shoko was saying.

  Inasa, for her part, turned her neck to glare at Shoko, her crest flickering with disdainful lights. “You didn’t have to list 
  
    all 
  
  my g@dd@mn titles,” she grumbled. “I can barely stand to hear them when I’m 
  
    not 
  
  naked and full of alien c@m, let alone—” 

  One of the Rialz bodyguards coughed weakly, apparently not quite ready for Inasa to speak like that. Inasa just shot the enormous alien a fanged smirk.

  “Oh, don’t be like that, Ku-Ga-Se,” she said, crest flashing like a billboard in Times Square as she spoke. “You should’ve known what you were getting yourself into when you showed up to a Nymiac Integrator’s ship.”

  The Rialz in question nodded weakly and cleared their throat, leaving Izuku free to return to his previous state of 
  
    “freaking the f@ck out.”
  

  “Y…you’re a 
  
    Princess,” 
  
  he repeated. “Like an 
  
    actual Princess.”
  

  Inasa’s lips curled, revealing her saber teeth. “Sure am,” she chuckled. “I’m even pretty good at it. I can even be all, y’know, 
  
    regal 
  
  and sh@t!”

  Shoko leaned over, looking somehow even more smug than Inasa. “You sure didn’t look regal when you were getting pounded by my mate’s d@ck,” she pointed out.

  Inasa let out a hooting laugh. “You’re g@dd@mn right I didn’t!” she agreed, making her long-suffering bodyguards wriggle. “It was awesome!”

  Izuku was still struggling to fit words back together in his brain. He was still a little bit busy trying to fit 
  
    “Princess” 
  
  and 
  
    “Inasa” 
  
  together, and hadn’t even gotten to the 
  
    “I f@ck@d” 
  
  part yet. Finally, he managed to turn towards Shoko.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked weakly.

  Shoko tossed her two-toned hair over one shoulder. “Because it’s funnier this way,” she said casually. Judging by Inasa’s chuckle, she agreed.

  Speaking of Inasa, a sudden thought entered Izuku’s head. Turning back towards her, he asked, “Uh…so your dad’s the King?”

  She nodded.

  “Is he…y’know…gonna be annoyed about this?” Izuku continued, gesturing at how both he and Inasa were still 
  
    very 
  
  naked, and Inasa was making no effort to conceal the steady trickle of human c@m still leaking out of her. “I’d really rather not get executed today.”

  Inasa laughed. “Given that he didn’t seem to care when I told him where I was going, I’d say you’re probably fine,” she assured him. “And besides, if I wanted you executed, I’d just have the horde of h@rny Rialz in the arena f@ck you to death.”

  Izuku went very, very quiet. “So…no angry kings trying to kill me?” he clarified.

  Inasa nodded. “Nope,” she said cheerily. “I do think he wants to meet you, though. Not today, since he’s pretty busy, but soon. After all, he wants to get to know the man who’s gonna be f@ck@ng his daughter regularly!”

  
    That
  
   declaration made both Izuku and Shoko shoot Inasa surprised glances. Shoko spoke first.

  
    “Regularly,” 
  
  eh?” she repeated, a smirk creeping across her face once again. “Well, nobody’s ever accused you of playing coy, now have they?”

  Inasa snorted. “Dude, you and I both know that you’ve been wanting me as your alien booty call since the second I showed up in the Arena,” she told Shoko. “Let’s cut the b@llsh@t and skip to the constant raw sloppy alien breeding sex, yeah?”

  Shoko smiled, wide and bright. 
  
    “F@ck, 
  
  I’d forgotten how much I like you Rialz,” she said happily. “You just have such a way with 
  
    words.”
  

  Having obviously secured Shoko’s agreement, Inasa turned to Izuku. “Well, whaddya say?” she asked, leaning in close. “Want to have a hot alien princess on call to take your d@ck whenever you feel like it?”

  Izuku stared at her for a moment as he carefully weighed the pros and cons. On the one hand, a nonzero chance of causing an intergalactic diplomatic incident with a species advanced enough to wipe Earth out of existence in an afternoon. On the other…unlimited alien amazoness p@ssy.

  Izuku didn’t bother pretending to say no, after that. He just nodded, stammered out some half-coherent response, and then let Inasa cheer and mash his face between her enormous t@ts.

  When Izuku could breathe again, he fixed Shoko with as heated a glare as he could summon after everything that had happened.

  “This is the 
  
    last 
  
  time I let you talk me into f@ck@ng some strange alien I’ve never met before,” he hissed, though there was no real heat in it.

  Shoko was so utterly unfazed, it almost left Izuku feeling insulted. “No it isn’t,” she said cheerily, hands on her hips. “In fact, it probably won’t even be the last time this week.”

  Izuku sighed. There was really no point in arguing, was there?

  Seeing that she’d won, Shoko decided to be magnanimous in victory. “Tell you what, though,” she said. “Next time, I promise it won’t be a princess.”

  That was basically 
  
    zero 
  
  reassurance for Izuku, but he knew better than to push his luck. He nodded, and tried not to think of what 
  
    other 
  
  potentially politically fraught alien individuals Shoko might convince him to f@ck next.

  And then Inasa hopped up, and declared, “Alright, you two, out. I’m about to start Round Two.”

  The order had been directed at her bodyguards, who immediately obeyed, leaving Izuku staring down a h@rny Rialz princess yet again.

  “You don’t want to rest first?” he asked weakly as Inasa bore down on him.

  She scoffed. “Rest?” she repeated. “Why the f@ck would I want to 
  
    rest? 
  
  After all, Shoko’s been hyping up your stamina so g@dd@mn much, I wanna put it to the 
  
    test!”
  

  Inasa’s four hands grabbed him, and Izuku immediately found himself instantly pinned to the bed, utterly powerless to escape the affections of the princess he’d accidentally gotten hooked on human cock.

  Luckily, pretty soon Shoko’s t@ts were covering his face, as she decided to finally stop being a well-behaved observer and join in, so he had other things to distract him.

  
    Multiple Hours of Violent Alien Breeding S@x Later
  

  Izuku and Shoko landed back in Izuku’s apartment with a 
  
    thump 
  
  and a familiar flash of black.

  Instantly, Izuku slumped bonelessly onto the couch, every muscle in his body screaming in protest.

  “God,” he muttered as he stared up at the ceiling. “I feel like f@ck@ng 
  
    jelly.”
  

  Shoko, who as always looked immaculate thanks to the power of effortless shapeshifting despite the fact that Inasa hadn’t exactly been gentle with 
  
    her 
  
  either, just chuckled. 

  “Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” she said. “That was actually a very restrained and tender lovemaking session by Rialz standards.”

  Izuku weakly craned his neck to give his alien mate an exhausted, long-suffering look that showed just how thoroughly unimpressed he was. “I just wish you hadn’t taught her what an 
  
    Amazon press 
  
  was,” he groaned.

  Shoko’s chuckle returned. “I didn’t hear you complaining about it,” she replied.

  “Because she was using 
  
    you 
  
  to keep me quiet!” Izuku hissed.

  Shoko nodded. “Yeah, and that was hot as f@ck,” she declared. “I’m so glad I gave her a two-way jump beacon so she can come visit Earth whenever she wants.”

  Izuku suddenly went very still. “I thought you said that your species doesn’t hand out jump technology without a good reason,” he said.

  Shoko nodded. “We don’t,” she agreed. “But 
  
    “ensuring that an alien princess can show up to f@ck your mate’s brains out on demand” 
  
  is actually 
  
    specifically 
  
  listed as a valid reason for the distribution of jump technology in the Nymiac Laws, which I’m sure comes as a complete surprise to you.”

  Izuku scoffed. “Shocking,” he said sarcastically. “So, now Inasa can just sorta…appear in my house without warning so she can f@ck me through a wall again?”

  Shoko nodded. “Yep!” she said cheerily. “Or you can go visit her! I’m sure she’d love to show you all of the ways to fuck on ancient priceless Rialz furniture older than your entire species!”

  Izuku groaned again.“Well, there goes any hope of me ever having a normal day ever again,” he muttered.

  In response to that, Shoko just 
  
    smiled. 
  
  It was as confident, cocky, and utterly in control as a smile could be.

  “You’re the one that signed up to help an alien infiltrator, babe,” she said, making it sound almost reasonable. “Normal days are kinda right out the window. You have to help me with all of my nefarious secret plans to transform humanity, after all.”

  Izuku sighed, and was about to concede the point when he heard the sound of a light switch flicking on.

  The living room of Izuku’s apartment instantly filled with light, making him instinctively leap into a fighting stance while Shoko similarly sprouted all manner of fun-looking claws and dangerous appendages.

  But the figure that spun around to reveal herself sitting in an armchair, a hard-edged but undeniably smug look on her face, was not a supervillain come to exact revenge. Her eyes—which were a brilliant gold, not too unlike Shoko’s own—twinkled as she clicked the 
  
    “stop recording” 
  
  button on her phone. With her pink skin, yellow horns, and tie-dye green and pink aesthetic, Izuku recognized her instantly.

  “Well, doesn’t this just sound 
  
    fascinating?” 
  
  purred Mina Ashido, Izuku’s friend, former classmate, and 
  
    notorious 
  
  gossip. “Tell me 
  
    more 
  
  about these nefarious secret plans, 
  
    alien infiltrator.”
  

  
  

    
      
        
        
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