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 revetion 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 bance 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 bance no matter what. However, Kenta's pns 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 rge 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 cim! 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 pn 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, funt 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 pying the bad girl. --- Kanaya Maryam, Starlight Glimmer, and Trixie Lumoon stayed over at Kenta’s room that night. Honestly, Starlight and Trixie were definitely not the worst students on their own. Starlight in particur 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 particurly 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 csses 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' css of girls, and especially after the ck 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 st 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 fvour of sex kitten for him to enjoy. Coupled with the rainbow-coloured curls embracing her shoulders, the opaque gsses 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 pnted. 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 fsh 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 fvors 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 ughed it off, scratching the back of his head and trying to pce 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 cpped 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 ughed. "Eyes up here, please." Celestia ughed 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 st 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 dy. 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 gd 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 test 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-cd 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 fsh 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 fvours 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 st night and being in the room with these two, spped 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, pcing 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 p. She folded one leg over the other, getting nice and comfortable. The school mistress didn't say a word as her test 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 dispy 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 immacute 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, spping 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 pnted 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 pnting 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, bck 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 bck 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 p, 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 id out on Usagi's torso, oozing the remainder of cum from his ???th orgasm in the st 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 simir 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 pced 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 pnning 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 dy," she said, trying her best professional voice, despite also btantly 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 css! 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 bnk expression quickly gave way to ughter. "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 cpped 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 ter! 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 pce?" 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?