A Lubricative Toy Empire: The Sequel (Patreon)

Chapter 2: “The Bunny at the Ball”

Izuku sighed as he pulled at the uncomfortably tight suit he was wearing for the tenth time that evening.

“I have no idea how people wear these all day at work…” he grumbled internally, while inspecting himself in the mirror once more.

For a change, it wasn't his hero outfit he was currently wearing. Mei had managed to ensure that it fit him like a glove, regardless of his broad shoulders and…gifted nature down below.

Instead, he was currently wearing a three piece suit, complete with waistcoat and dress shirt. Though it was an expensive custom tailored item, he still felt that it was too restrictive.

As he went to try to adjust his shirt collar again, the top button feeling far too tight, he was stopped by a light chuckle from behind him.

“If you keep that up, you'll pop the button off. And I'd rather it at least survive until after the ball, my dear.” Izuku smiled, turning towards the sound and feeling his breath hitch slightly at the sight that awaited him.

Standing in the doorway was his wife of a couple years now. Momo had gotten no less beautiful since their teen years, with her gorgeous figure filling out the long, flowing red dress she was wearing.

The dress was tasteful, but still showed ample cleavage as well as having a long split up the side to allow a single leg to be almost entirely visible.

The tight fit of the dress showed off all her curves…including the slight bump of her belly. At four months, Momo was starting to show more noticeably. Something that neither she or Izuku felt the need or desire to hide.

Recovering, Izuku looked back to the mirror. “Sorry. This just isn't my scene, you know?” He finished doing the top button up, before attempting to put his green tie on.

Momo pushed off the doorframe, walking towards him with a slight sway to her hips and the click of her heels on the floor. She came up behind Izuku, wrapping her arms around his chest while being able to tuck her head on his shoulder due to the extra height the heels granted.

“I know, dear. Though you have managed admirably at the various functions my family have hosted over the years. Now…it's your turn. This charity ball will be good for you, and your agency.”

Izuku sighed as Momo helped him with his tie after his third failed attempt. It was true, this ball had been the talk of the hero community for weeks. To his knowledge, the entire top ten and beyond would be in attendance. And, he was hopeful many of them would donate to the various charities being supported by the event.

“I know. I'll do my part. Just…was never my idea of heroics, you know?” Momo finished his tie, and Izuku turned around to hug her, something she eagerly returned.

“Those charities are doing amazing things, and helping them is every bit as heroic as charging into collapsing buildings,” she said with a soft smile. Izuku nodded, before kissing her lips softly. “You always understood me, Mo. Love you, miss Midoriya”

Momo shivered slightly at his loving tone. “And you, me. Now, I hope you haven't forgotten the other task at hand at tonight's ball?” 

Izuku huffed out a chuckle before shaking his head and stepping back from the hug. “How could I? You've only been mentioning it every other day” he joked.

Momo just gave him a hooded gaze, taking his arm and hugging it into her cleavage. “Just don't try to bury your head in the sand and miss this opportunity. We're running out of time, and this is our best chance at finding someone…suitable.”

Izuku gave her a mock salute before sobering and giving her a calm smile. “I won't, I promise. But only if the opportunity arises, yes?”

Momo nodded, satisfied. “It will. I'm sure of it. Now, shall we?”

The pair left their home, before making their way to the Deku agency and the Ball he was hosting.

Hours later, Izuku sat down with a tired but satisfied smile, a drink in hand and his jacket and tie long since abandoned.

The Ball had, thankfully, been a rousing success so far. As expected, all the top heroes had made an appearance, even if it was only for around an hour, like in the case of Endeavor. Still, the man had donated a sizable figure, so Izuku would not be complaining.

Now, the Ball had finished with the charity portion, and all that was left was the dance itself. Music played from a quartet in the corner, and couples danced when they weren't enjoying the open bar or canapes.

Momo was off conversing with several business oriented individuals, talking shop about the launch of her latest products. For a change, not her wildly successful “Go Go Momo” toy range, but instead dipping her toes into the support market.

This had left Izuku to his own devices, and after getting a drink at the bar and avoiding Yuu for the third time that evening (“seriously, she was far too forward…and was married, to boot”), he found himself here.

Conscious of the “task” that Momo had given him for tonight, he scanned the still present party goers as he sipped his drink.

There were several possible options. He hummed at the sight of Itsuka, looking very fashionable in a chinese style dress. Though, last he had heard, she was in a relationship with Neito of all people. The “Phantom Thief” wasn't in attendance, but as he was on a long term mission Izuku hadn't felt slighted he couldn't make it.

Moving on, he glanced over Ibara (beautiful, but still very much married to her religion) his eyes fell onto Ryuko, currently laughing with a group of sidekicks from her agency.

The dragon hero was certainly attractive, her distinctive silver hair giving her an ageless vibe. Despite having been a hero for a long time, her modest nature had prevented her breaching the top ten, though she was still doing well at the number fifteen spot.

Definitely a possible option…

Just before he moved to get up and approach, however, movement towards the corner of the hall caught his eye. Looking towards it, he saw a sight that gave him pause.

There, alone and nursing a drink of her own, was Rumi. “Mirko” as most knew her by. She was currently bouncing one of her feet in apparent boredom, glancing at the dance floor occasionally with a scowl.

At first, Izuku thought she might be finding the levity of the situation distasteful. Rumi had always been known to be a particularly dedicated Hero, after all. A fact that had earned her the number three slot for years now.

However, if that was the case…why not simply leave? After all Endeavor had, as soon as the charity donations were complete. No…there was something else that was bothering her. The way she was looking at the floor almost seemed like…jealousy?

Looking closer at the Hero, Izuku was pleasantly surprised by the effort she had made. Usually, Rumi only wore her hero costume for such functions. Here, however, she had chosen to wear a sinfully short little black number that highlighted her powerful legs and white hair and ears particularly well.

Thinking back to the last time he had seen the hero, Izuku smirked. It had been quite a coincidence, seeing Rumi purchase one of his wife's toy range, after all…

Decision made, Izuku downed his drink before standing and making his way over to her.

Rumi barely even reacted as he slid into the chair next to her, staring as she was towards the dance floor. However, the slight twitch of her ears showed that she was well aware of his presence.

“If you're going to just sit there and wait, I'm not confident in your ability to ask for a dance” Rumi grumbled after several moments, still looking towards the floor.

“And that is what you want, to dance?” Izuku replied, slightly pleased when Rumi finally looked his way and saw her eyes widen as she realised who had sat next to her.

“Oh, er…hi Deku. I mean Midoriya. Sorry. I was just lost in thought. Nice bash you have going on here” she said, gesturing around in an obvious attempt to change the subject.

Izuku just shook his head. “Thanks. I meant it, though. Want to dance?” 

Rumi raised a brow, the slightest of blushes colouring her cheeks. “Perhaps. But no-one here has had the backbone to ask me yet. All too scared I'll accidentally break their feet with my own. I can dance dammit! Spineless, the lot of them” she grumbled while taking a deep drink from her glass of wine.

“Well, I'm asking now. Would you do me the honor, Rumi?” Standing, Izuku offered her his hand. Looking at it for a long moment, Rumi finished her glass before taking it and allowing Izuku to lead her to the dance floor.

“I hope you know what you're doing, Mr. 2. I'm not easy to please” Rumi smirked, as Izuku took up her hand and placed his other hand on her hip.

“Well, I should hope I've had enough practice, given my wife and all,” he replied, starting to lead the pair to the next song. He was vaguely aware of many occupants' eyes being on them, including those of his wife. Though, she simply smiled in a satisfied manner.

“I wasn't talking about dancing,” Rumi replied with a sultry tone. Surprised by her forwardness, Izuku looked into her eyes to see they were slightly hooded, with her pupils dilated more than usual and her breathing being heavier than this amount of dancing would cause in someone as fit as she was…

“Wait…those reactions with her quirk…is she?” Smirking back at her, he chuckled. “Neither was I.” He saw her breath hitch slightly, before she looked down and took a deep breath.

“Damn. I'm a mess. Sorry, I wouldn't normally be so forward. It's just…” as she paused, unsure how to word it, Izuku spun them around again during the dance. “It's just you're in heat, and horny” he said casually.

Looking back up at him with wide eyes, Izuku simply smiled. “I love analysing quirks, and I've noticed such things in others with animal based quirks. It's not too far a leap.”

Rumi looked torn between running away or kicking him, he really wasn't sure which. After a moment however, she instead gave a short sharp laugh before resting her head on his shoulder.

“You're too smart for your own good. Careful, I may not be able to stop myself at this rate” she muttered, breathing in deeply at the crook of his neck and then visibly shuddering.

“Well, who's to say I would stop you?” Izuku whispered into her ear. He felt her still, her sharp claws digging into his waist ever so slightly. “I suspect your pregnant wife might have a thing or two to say about that…” she growled lowly.

Positioning them both so that Rumi could look behind him in the direction of Momo, he ran his hands gently across her back. “Who do you think encouraged me to go find a dance partner?” he replied with a toothy grin.

Looking over his shoulder at the wife in question, Rumi’s eyes widened when she saw Momo glance between the two of them, before smiling and winking. She then turned her back on the pair, returning to her previous conversation.

Rumi's eyes narrowed to slits, before she tilted her head up towards Izuku’s ear. “I do hope you're as strong as you seem…because I'm going to fucking break you~”

Izuku kept his smile in place, despite the slight trail of sweat that ran down his neck. “What have I let myself in for?”

The pair barely got inside the front door, kissing deeply and pulling at each other's clothes as they were.

Having been given the green light, the moment the song finished saw the pair leaving the dance floor before giving their excuses.

The fact that they were clearly leaving together, with Rumi almost dragging him behind her was sure to cause a stir in the news the following day.

Still, he could hardly focus on that when he had an enthusiastic bunny girl currently trying to both kiss him and pull his shirt up over his head at the same time.

Eventually, realising that she wouldn't be getting the shirt off without breaking the kiss, she chose instead to simply tear the shirt open, spreading the buttons everywhere as she did.

“Well, there goes that shirt…” Izuku was able to lead the way through the house, despite keeping his eyes and lips locked to Rumi's.

When the pair finally made it to the master bedroom, he had lost his belt already. Finally breaking the kiss, Rumi panted slightly while taking in his bare, sculpted chest.

“You're a damn good kisser, Izu” she said, as she trailed her hands over his six pack. In response, Izuku ran his hands over her hips, reaching down towards the hem of her short dress.

“You should see what else I can do with my mouth,” Izuku teased with a wriggle of his eyebrows. Seeing Rumi shudder in arousal and bite her lip at his comment made him feel satisfied in the extreme.

Rumi raising her arms up gave Izuku all the permission he needed to start to lift her dress up from below, intending to lift it off of her.

What he wasn't expecting was for Rumi to drop into a squat at the same time, showing off her impressive flexibility and muscular thighs.

This left him holding her dress, now empty…and revealed her impressive, gravity defying breasts in all their glory. It was clear that a bra was not worn under her dress.

Rumi had wasted little time, immediately reaching for his pants and eagerly feeling up the impressive bulge that was now tenting the front. “My Izu, is this for me?” she purred, while feeling its shape as it grew down the leg of his trousers.

Chucking her dress aside, he reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair, stroking her furry ears as he did and earning an appreciative moan for his efforts.

“The ears are sensitive huh? Noted.” Izuku eyed her fit physique, her own toned abs not detracting from her looks in the slightest. “It might be…why don't you see for yourself?”

Rumi responded by pulling his trousers down in one swift move. His cock, already nearing full mast after seeing Rumi nearly nude, bounced out and nearly hit her in the cheek.

Mouth dropping open in a silent gasp, Rumi seemed stunned by what she was seeing. Tentatively, she reached up and tried to wrap a hand around his girth. When one was insufficient, she added her other to finally be able to fully enclose his shaft.

The purple crown throbbed in front of her, as her breath upon it sent pleasant tingles down its length. Rumi eventually recovered, before seeming to inspect his cock from different angles. She even traced along the length of his most prominent vein.

“So…as good as your “Deku Destroyer” I hope?” He couldn't help but laugh at the shocked and embarrassed look on Rumi's face.

“How do you…?” she asked in question, before shaking her head and focusing on the pillar of meat in front of her. “Nevermind, I really don't care. Holy shit, you're actually as big as the XL model, huh? It's a perfect replica…”

Izuku shrugged, a motion that caused his cock to flex in her grip. “Well, the media constantly love to speculate on whether my wife's toy range is based on me. Though, we never confirmed or denied such a thing…”

Rumi shook her head, before looking up at Deku with a smoky gaze. “Then it's good I’ve owned one for the best part of a year. It means I can do this…”

With very little warning Rumi plunged forwards, opening her mouth wide and throating Izuku in one swift motion. “Glurk!”

While she was unable to take all of him in the first attempt, she nonetheless swallowed over half his cock, her throat bulging to accommodate him and her eyes watering.

She didn't stop there however, choosing to grip his hips, before pulling off him, gasping a deep breath, then forcing herself forwards again to just a little further along his length.

The sensation was such, Izuku couldn't help groaning out in pleasure. “Fuuuck. You're good at that” he panted out.

Rumi hummed, sending a pleasurable vibration along his length. She then pulled off again, before coughing a little and spitting along his length before spreading it with her hand.

“I’ve always wanted to try this with the real thing…but I'd never quite managed to reach the base of my toy. Time to change that, I reckon…”

She grabbed his hand and placed it firmly on the back of her head once more. “I may need some help with that…and don't you dare be a pussy about it! I can take it.”

Rumi then launched herself down once more, starting to bob and suck in a rapid motion, trying to take more of him deeper into her throat.

Looking down at her pleading expression, Izuku only hesitated briefly. Soon, he was matching her movements with thrusts of his own. Each time, pulling her head closer, desperately trying to force more of his immense length down her tight, flexing throat.

As he did, Rumi's eyes started to roll slightly, though she never once made a move to stop his movements. She met them fiercely, equally desperate to take those final, elusive inches of his cock.

Her hands were not idle, reaching down between her spread legs to fondle her pantie clad pussy. The thin material was clearly soaked through, her pussy lips in obvious profile through the tiny scrap of fabric.

Soon, Izuku felt his first peak rapidly approaching. “I'm close, Rumi…” he groaned. This caused Rumi to rouse, her eyes snapping back to his own with a serious expression. Somehow, he understood the unspoken question.

“Don’t worry…this won't be my only load tonight. So…where do you want it?” Rumi seemed to relax slightly, before raising her hands to firmly grip his hips, and pull.

Very well, message received. Izuku began to thrust harder and faster, driving himself towards his release. On his penultimate thrust, he pulled slightly harder, forcing Rumi's nose to finally meet his groin, her chin buried in his nut sack.

With a growl, he pulled her almost entirely off…before hilting himself inside once more and exploding deep inside her. Several large gouts of cum filled her throat, and the back blast even blew from her nose to cover his waist. He also chose this moment to gently pull and twist her long ears.

Rumi seized up, before moaning loudly. Between her legs, her hands worked faster, until she flooded between her legs, her release dripping to the floor and down her legs in rivulets.

“Holy fuck, I came just from getting my throat ruined~” Rumi thought as she felt Izuku's load fill her up pleasantly. She was starting to feel light headed from having held her breath for so long, but she'd be damned if she would be the one to tap out…

As he finished, Izuku released his grip on her head and slumped slightly. Holding herself in place for just a few seconds more to prove a point, Rumi then pulled off and gasped in much needed air.

“*Hah*...that was…*gasp*...the best.” Rumi spoke haltingly, recovering from the rough throat fuck.

Izuku scratched the back of his head embarrassedly. “Sorry if I got too into it there…”

Rumi frowned, before standing. She really was in shape, she had been in that squat for almost twenty minutes.

With a quick movement, she had pulled her sipping panties down, before throwing them away into the corner of the room. A brief glance down showed that she had a well trimmed landing strip that proved that her hair colour was natural.

“Don't you dare get soft on me now, Izuku! I want you to treat my other holes with the exact same ferocity as you did my throat! I want you to stuff that cock deep into me, and cum until I'm overflowing! I want to have to crawl out of here in the morning, do you understand!?”

Izuku gulped, before nodding rapidly. Realising quickly that this wasn't quite the reaction Rumi was looking for, he instead quickly stepped out of the trousers that were still around his ankles and moved towards her with purpose.

Rumi squealed with glee when Izuku forcibly picked her up by the thighs, before lifting her and effortlessly turning her around so that her back was to him.

This meant that the pair were now facing the long mirror that hung on the wall opposite. Rumi looked at it with wide eyes, seeing Izuku's huge crown hovering just in front of her dripping folds.

“Yes, do it! Ruin me~!” she exclaimed, cut off when Izuku did exactly as asked and dropped her weight onto his rigid length.

Her weight barely moved him, he was so hard. This meant that inch after inch of solid Deku sunk into her tight pussy.

Despite struggling with the huge insertion, Rumi was anything but idle. She reached back to put her arms around Izuku's neck, then used the small amount of leverage to start to hump herself up and down his length.

These movements were met with enthusiastic thrusts of his own, and soon the pair were fucking each other with wild abandon. Wet, meaty slaps echoed out every time their hips met. Both were breathing heavily, despite their respective fitness, and the mirror in front of them was getting flecked with Rumi’s juices as they were sprayed everywhere by their rigorous joining.

After a short while of this, Rumi tensed up, her pussy gripping him tighter than a vice. She shook through an obvious orgasm, crooning in pleasure as she did.

Izuku slowed his pace as she did. Partly due to the increased tightness, partly to prevent his own peak from hitting too soon. “You good, Rumi?” he asked, genuinely curious as she had gone quiet.

“Never…better. More…want more Deku!” she exclaimed, coming back around and starting to try to hump again despite her awkward position.

Deku chuckled, before walking over to the bed and setting her down. Rumi wasted little time, rolling over onto her back and folding her muscular legs up to tuck them behind her head. She then reached down to spread her own pussy with her hands, revealing how much Izuku had managed to stretch her out.

“Come on Deku~. I'm ready for you to give it to me properly.” Izuku chuckled. “Was I not already? Fine, insatiable bunny.”

Izuku climbed into the bed, squatting above Rumi and allowing him to get an angle that he knew from experience would drive his length as deep as possible. “You sure, Rumi?”

Rumi nodded, pulling her hands further apart to emphasise her point. “Yes! Fuck me Deku! I want you to claim this tight little pussy.”

Well, how could he resist? With a grunt, Izuku grabbed Rumi's hips and thrust. With her already stretched pussy and this new angle, he immediately bottomed out, his crown mashing against the spongy mass of her cervix.

Rumi gasped, the air from her lungs forced out by the blow. Izuku paused briefly in concern, but Rumi wrapping her powerful legs around his waist and attempting to get him even deeper relieved his worry.

Izuku started setting a harsh pace once more. Slower than before, but each thrust was deeper and hit all of Rumi's sensitive spots. Each time he pulled out, his head brushed against her g-spot for even more stimulation.

He was pretty sure Rumi had orgasmed several more times, though she was getting better at managing to stay focused through them. Either that or her pelvic floor was strong enough to grip his length. Either was possible, to be honest.

“Yes! That's it, Deku. Deeper, get it all in…give me the full XL experience!” Rumi panted, seeming to enjoy the times he thrust extra deep and made her gasp from the impact.

After several more orgasms, Rumi reached up with her hands to grab Izuku's shoulders.. “Is that…pant…all you've got? I thought the mighty Deku could do better…” 

Izuku, never pausing in his thrusting, frowned slightly, before looking back at her and returning her challenging smirk.

“Fine…you asked for it, Mirko”. On the next thrust, he pulled almost all the way out, before green lightning started to course across his form. “One for all…”

Rumi grinned with a wild look in her eye. “Yes…do it..”

“Full cowling…” Izuku's cock visibly pulsed and swelled even bigger, Rumi feeling the girth of his head stretch her lips wider.

“Fucking do it! Ruin me!”

“10 percent!” Izuku then started thrusting again. But this time, his hips were virtually a blur. Each smack of his hips was immediately followed by another, the bed beneath them creaking from the force of his fucking.

Rumi was howling, desperately trying to hold off from cumming despite the onslaught…it was a lost cause. Soon, she was writhing and her pussy clenching, all while she was squirting over Deku and the bed below. And this time, his thrusts didn't slow down in the slightest.

Soon, the extra pressure was proving too much, and Izuku felt his impending orgasm become very imminent. Feeling his balls tighten, he attempted to pull out…but Rumi's legs had tightened around him firmly!

Looking down in surprise, he saw a wild look in Rumi's eyes as she panted up at him. “Don’t you fucking dare…that's mine…hah…I earned it.”

Even with One For All coursing through him, Rumi's thighs were famous for a reason. Sure, he could probably break free if he pumped up his percentage, but not without possibly hurting her. “Shit….”

Soon, the decision was taken from him as his balls gave up their fight and he dumped his load deep inside her.

He felt her pussy pulse rhythmically, his cum clearly setting her orgasm off once more. It felt as if she was trying to milk him for as much as she could get, and he was powerless to deny.

Rumi seemed to have devolved into broken mutterings, but between moans and broken words Izuku was able to make out a few sentences. “Yes…so full…gonna get knocked up…gonna have a huge litter of Deku babies.”

Eventually, her grip around his waist loosened, and her legs dropped to the bed below. Looking down, he saw that Rumi had seemingly passed out, a soft smile on her face. Looking further down, he was greeted by the swollen form of Rumi's once taut belly.

“I really did go a bit overboard huh? I don't know why I'm surprised that the rabbit has a bit of a breeding kink…”

Deactivating One for All and rolling off of her, Izuku smiled down at his fellow hero. As he was stroking her sweaty hair, movement caught his eye by the door.

He smiled widely upon seeing his wife saunter into the room. She had removed her long dress, having changed into a sheer teddy that did nothing to hide her beautiful, pregnant form.

Her slightly disheveled hair and flushed appearance suggested that she hadn't missed the last moments of his and Rumi's coupling. If that wasn't evidence enough, then the thin trail of arousal running down her legs was.

“So, I would call that a success, wouldn't you?” Momo whispers with a sly smile, clearly trying not to wake the sleeping Rumi.

Izuku rolled his eyes. “If you mean I may have just become a father…again…then sure” he muttered sarcastically.

Momo snorted, before she sauntered over towards the bed. “Don't worry, I still have some preventatives. She can take one when she wakes up…assuming she wants to, of course” she said with a smirk.

Izuku raised a single brow, watching Momo take a seat on the bed on the other side of Rumi to him. “Wouldn't that defeat the point of this? If both of you are pregnant, then we're back to square one…”

Momo smiled while gently stroking Rumi's hair from where he was sitting. “Didn't I have to convince you to go ahead with this idea? Sounds like you're fully on board now, huh?”

Izuku grumbled. “I'll agree that it was a relief, perhaps. But I wouldn't want Rumi to think we're using her. When she wakes, I want to be honest with her. She deserves that.”

Momo laid down in the bed next to the slumbering bunny girl, propping her head up to look over at Izuku. “We will. I suspect it won't change her enjoyment…or her continued help. In fact, I suspect we'll struggle to stop her from joining in, even after the birth.”

Izuku sighed, before shimmying down to lie down alongside the pair. “I still say we didn't need to do this, Mo”.

Momo shook her head with an exasperated look. “I'm not going to blue balls you for months. And I simply couldn't take you properly while pregnant…at least, not safely. Hence…” Here, she gestured between them.

Izuku nodded, giving Momo a look full of love. “I know. Thanks. I love you.” He leaned forwards, and the pair shared a kiss.

Momo then laid her head down, before wrapping an arm around Rumi. “Besides…I want to have fun with this gorgeous woman too. I wonder how she will fare with the “Deku Mk. 2, Full Plowing” model. I need a test subject after all~”

Deku sweat dropped at his wife's enthusiastic tone. “Now now, I'm not sure even the great Mirko could manage that. Honestly, I don't know why you even made that abomination.”

Not hearing a reply, he turned to see his wife softly snoring next to the thoroughly sated Rumi. Shrugging, Izuku settled down himself, throwing his arm across both girls.

He could deal with whatever fallout there was in the morning. Even he had struggled to keep up with Rumi's stamina, after all.