The villains had been rounded up, the cops lust for paperwork fulfilled. Though it was extremely late, the two heroes stopped at the kitchen in the teacher's dormitory to get a drink before cleaning up for bed.
Elly rummaged around in the fridge, hissing with irritation. "Somebody drank all my milk again!"
Aizawa grunted. "Get a mini fridge if it bothers you that much." He frowned; he felt woozy all of a sudden.
"I'd just fill it with snacks. Too tempting." She whipped around when he stumbled against the counter. "Eraser?"
Aizawa groaned and turned away. "Don't fucking look at me."
"Don't be stupid," she hissed. "You got hit with a quirk?" Elly grabbed him and turned him over. "Why didn't it do anything earlier?"
He curled in on himself, shaking his head. His long, black hair hung down and obscured his face but she could see two odd, fuzzy flaps sticking out of the sides of his head. She reached out and touched one, then jumped back as he kicked out.
"Don't!"
"Damn it." Elly turned invisible and crept in front of him. From her better vantage point she could see bumps on his forehead, and -
Aizawa's eyes flashed red. She sighed as her quirk was canceled and she stared blandly back at him as he glared at her. "I said, don't look at me."
Her nose twitched. "I smell ...oh. Is that <i>you</i>, Eraser?"
"Yes." Knowing his scent had given him away, he stood, exposing himself to her view at last.
The furry flaps on his head were white, floppy ears and the bumps on his forehead rounded horns. His nose was slightly wider with a little indent down the middle, and his one good leg had sprouted a hoof at the end instead of a human foot. As he got up a long, thin tail with a tuft of dark hair at the tip whipped at his legs.
"You're... now this is different."
"I ate a burger at lunch."
Her eyes widened. "Whatever you last ate..?"
"It appears that's how it works, yes." He looked furtively around to make sure no one was near. "I'm getting into bed until this wears off." When he moved to walk, however, the prosthesis on his one leg didn't quite add up to the flatter, different hoof. She had to catch him before he fell.
"Watch it!"
He swore sulfurously, his face a thundercloud. "How the hell - hey!"
Elly hushed him. "The others will hear." She threw his one arm around her to support him, and together they hobbled off to his room. Aizawa collapsed on his bed while she followed.
"Thanks," he said grudgingly. "I know how to sleep, though. I can take it from here."
"No... wait." She paused, sniffing again. "I smell something else."
He rolled over and she saw two wet spots on his hero outfit. He must have felt the damp, because he looked, too. "What fresh hell is this?" He asked no one in particular, his tired gray eyes rolled up to the ceiling.
Elly sat on the edge of the bed as he unzipped the top half of his suit and pulled off the shirt underneath. His chest was stained pink, blushing across his pectoral muscles. The firm chest looked plumper, and his usually flat male nipples were stiff and dripping.
The cat woman blinked. He was frozen with confusion but she reached out and touched a curious fingertip to one of the swollen nubs.
"St - stop," he gasped. "What do you think you're doing?!"
Elly pressed experimentally and a trickle of milk dribbled out from the rigid flesh. Encouraged, she squeezed harder and he let out a harsh whine, his face burning brightly across the bridge of his nose.
"Shota," she purred. "You're <i>lactating</i>. I really don't know how it's possible but this is amazing."
He choked, weakly trying to push her away but she clung to him. "Fine, it's strange. Quit trying to - aaah!"
She leaned forward and licked gently at his left nipple. "Oh my god," she purred, her voice dreamy. "It's <i>delicious</i>." This time she bent and wrapped her lips around it, suckling to continue the flow.
Aizawa lost what little was left of his mind. Though he hated to admit it, the feeling of her body pressing intimately on him and her lazy, satisfied purring would have been enough to break him on a regular day. Add to that his oddly tender, swollen nubs of flesh that only grew more sensitive as she sucked and toyed with them and he sank into a mental space he didn't know existed.
Panting and writhing, he arched his back into her touch. "Okay," he gasped. "If you're gonna do it, then <i>do it</i>." He grasped her hand and placed it on his free nipple.
She looked up at him, pulling off with a trickle of milk running down her chin. "What do you need, sexy?"
"It aches if you don't... you know. If you're gonna do it, just fucking <i>milk</i> me already."
Elly pinched hard and he moaned thickly as a stream squirted out, his mouth hanging open and his tongue peeking out as he panted. "I swear this is the dirtiest dream I've ever had," she sighed before going back to sucking him dry. "Because it <i>has</i> to be a dream."
"Hah ... ahh, don't stop." He bucked his hips up, chasing the sensation of her soft weight pressing on top of him. She switched sides and he reached for the back of her head, pulling her close. "F - ffffuck, that feels so good! More! More!"
His tracksuit was a sodden mess by now. He growled, impatient, and ripped it open right down to the crotch. His underwear were bulging with one of the most tremendous erections he'd achieved, and he unabashedly shoved the boxer briefs off.
"Oooh, frisky." She noticed his freed member and slicked her palm with milk before gripping it firmly. "Let's get it <i>all</i> out, like you suggested," she whispered into his mouth as she kissed him.
Aizawa kissed back desperately, his brows drawing into a tight frown as she pumped him quickly to release. Without knowing why, he grabbed his swollen breasts as he neared climax, squeezing hard. Milk sprayed everywhere and he cried her name so loudly he was hoarse afterward. He shot several bursts of much warmer semen across his belly to mix with the sweat and dairy before passing out.
When he woke hours later, he was warm and dry, dressed in a simple sweatshirt and shorts. Confused, he held his head in his hands, groaning at the sullen headache in his temples.
<i>My forehead</i>!
His fingers splayed out, searching for the rounded bumps of horn, but his forehead was smooth aside from the wrinkles of a deep frown. He ran a hand through his hair and felt very human ears on the sides of his head.
Although he could have passed it off as a very strange sexual fantasy, he knew the events he remembered had occurred. One reminder was a wet towel and washcloth hanging in his bathroom from a shower he didn't recall. Another was the torn, milk-stained tracksuit folded on the counter. Several purple and lavender hairs were scattered about on the dark cloth.
Aizawa stared at them for a long time until a slow smile spread across his scruffy face.
He sought the counselor out the next day afyer classes.
"Oh, hey, Eraser," she smiled sheepishly at him, her tail stilling in a slight panic. "Feeling better today, I see."
Aizawa simply looked her right in the eyes.
"Uh." Elly flailed around, aware of how awkward the situation was. Last night she had acted purely upon her whims without a thought of the future. "What's up?" She asked lamely.
He stared at her for a moment longer and then grinned in that distressing way he sometimes had. One hand stole into a pocket of his new tracksuit and brought out a suspicious bag of dried herbs.
Elly took one sniff and her purple eyes glazed over.
"Payback, <i>kitten</i>," he chuckled wickedly. "It's your turn."
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