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Chaotic Clusterfuck

Chapter 5 (NSFW)

-VB-

Emma glared at the man who’d seduced her mom the moment she was on the market.

And you know what? That pissed her off partly because mom got herself a younger, buffer, and much more handsome man but also because he’d got her pregnant already.

“So this is the guy?” she drawled with half-lidded eyes.

Mom nodded with hopeful eyes, but Emma didn’t care about that. She -.

“Oh my God, mom,” Anne gasped. “Where did you find a guy like him? I want to know so I can get a guy like him myself.”

“Anne!” Emma shrieked.

Anne looked at her and shrugged. “Sis, chill. We’re looking at the same guy, right? One of those guns could hold me up and he’s got four of those.”

Emma couldn’t help but glance at him. He had the same name as dad but he couldn’t be more different. Where dad was a thin guy with lithe muscles, this guy was tall, muscular, and obviously more than happy to show off his muscles.

… Anne always did like her boys beefy.

“Well, I was over a club, if you want to know, and you know that clubs arent where you go to find love,” mom tutted and then winked. “I just happen to have my game still.”

The other Alan rolled his eyes before going behind mom and wrapped his arms around her. And to Emma’s utter shock, mom blushed and wrapped her arms around his like some sort of college lovebird.

Emma didn’t remember the last time mom blushed around dad.

‘Was my home life that cold?’ she asked herself.

“Well, you two are welcome in my home any time,” he replied. “Just so you know, I own this entire apartment.”

There was a pause before Emma’s eyes widened.

This apartment? This apartment right at the edge of Downtown? A place that had to have cost at least a couple million dollars, even in Brockton Bay?!

She looked at mom and her mom nodded with a bright smile.

… Was her mom a gold digger?

Before she could take that thought further, Alan leaned in and caught mom in a kiss.

No, it didn’t look like that. At least on the surface.

Emma just rolled her eyes again. Well, none of this was her business now.

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She thought it wasn’t her business.

Hiding inside the bathroom (she didn’t meant to), Emma looked at mom with wide eyes as three Alans held her between them and pumped her holes with his dicks while even more watched from the side and two took videos of the gangbang that he - they? - were subjecting mom to.

And mom looked deliriously happy, mewling with ecstasy even with a dick down her throat.

‘That’s a big dick,’ she thought absentmindedly while keeping herself absolutely still and only looking through the slit in the bathroom door.

It was a sexually charged room with the sounds of her mom’s moans and wet squelchs of her holes and the grunts of three identical men turning her mom into their fuck toy.

All of this horrified her.

And intrigued her.

Was he some sort of human master? The kind that made more copies of himself and not the mind control kind? Was mom into this kind of thing?

Emma thought about it for a moment. It kind of made sense. If mom was into this … gangbang stuff, then being in a monogamous marriage with dad wouldn’t have scratched that particular itch. She didn’t remember dad ever being sex happy. He was the money happy kind of guy.

She jolted when mom squealed as she orgasmed and then all of the Alans with their dicks inside of her right now moaned and groaned as they plugged her up and jizzed in her, too.

If this was what Alan and mom did everyday, then Emma kinda understood how quickly mom got preggers.

When they pulled their dicks out of mom, mom collapsed on the bed, but even before she could take a breather, another Alan walked up behind her and slowly pushed his dick into mom’s pussy.

Mom could only moan as Alan pounded away into her already cum-spilling pussy.

And Emma froze when she noticed how wet she was.

She slowly reached down and pressed her fingers against her wet panties and began to rub herself.

As mom mewled as Alan pumped away at her pussy with his big, thick dick, Emma started rubbing herself faster.

She panted as she caught sight of those dicks (how did he hide them when he was talking with her and Anne?) and couldn’t help but think how they would even fit into anyone.

Mom squealed as she came, and Emma flinched and froze as she came, too.

She panted…

And then the restroom door opened.

She froze in place with wide eyes as a trio of Alans looked at her with lecherous grins.

“Hey, Zoe, look what we found,” he crooned as he brought mom around.

Mom, with a dick still inside her pussy, looked up blearily and saw her.

“E-Emma…?” she moaned out tiredly.

Emma opened her mouth and closed her mouth. She knew just how compromising she looked and … and …

She got up and tried to run, only to get caught by Alan.

“L-Let me go!” she shrieked as she pulled but he was too strong. Her arms and shoulders didn’t move an inch.

“Hey, Zoe, what should we do about this peeper?” he asked … but the tone in his voice was not a question at all. He only had one idea

“O-Only if she says yes, AlAAANNNN!” she shrieked at the end as the same Alan who’d just made her cum started pumping her. Her ass jiggled with each slap and she squealed as -.

Emma couldn’t look away. She watched her mom get railed by someone who wasn’t her dad and … and …

“She’s enjoying herself, isn’t she?”

She jolted in place when he whispered into her ear. But she couldn’t look away.

“Zoe was actually a little skittish at first when we did it for the first time without alcohol involved, but I think I did a very good job of making her love how we love her… but she’s only one person,” he whispered. “And she gave me permission to find more girls.”

She froze.

“Do you want to try it out, Emma?” he crooned as his hands snaked onto her waist. She shivered … in pleasure? It felt good? Why did it feel good to have some guy fucking her mom touch her? His hands snaked up around her bare stomach and waist, and she regretted wearing a trendy long sleeve tank top instead of a normal shirt because-.

“Eeep!”

Her legs trembled weakly, and she realized that she nearly collapsed from just being touched.

But Alan and his clones held her firmly if a little more gently than before.

She looked back up and watched as he turned mom to the side, and she got an eyeful of mom’s breasts swaying back and forth as a second Alan took up position in front of mom and made her lick his dick.

“If you don’t like it, then we’ll all forget it happened.”

His hands slipped down and tugged at her skirt.

“Besides, if you do want to talk about it, then you can brag that you got to bang a cape.”

She took a deep breath in … and then whimpered when she felt more hands on her. They caressed her skin, pulled at her shirt, and pulled down her skirt.

Emma looked down at herself as he seamlessly stripped her down, and then hurled her right next to her mom!

She glanced at mom just as she watched mom’s eyes rolled over as she came again, and then looked back down at herself as Alan laid her down and then pulled her apart gently.

“A-Ah, wait, y-you’re too bi-!”

She whimpered as she felt hands pin her wrists down as the doppleganger in front of her grabbed her thighs. She bit her lips and tensed as the head of his dick pressed against her vagina and then pried her open as he plunged himself into her. Then, to her own surprise, she let out a moan as he began to fill her with hair-raising ecstasy as he stretched her insides and her insides ground on the grooves and hardness of his dick.

Emma rolled her head back as her toes tingled with electrified pleasure as he slowly - tortuously slowly - made her pussy take his dick’s shape, and whined when his dick pressed against her core and kissed it.

She panted as she realized just how good feeling him inside of her was … and felt scaroused as she realized that he hadn’t even moving.

And then he did.

She immediately lost herself to the sensation of the slow rhythmic pull and push of his dick gently stretching her out and releasing her. The grips on her wrists loosened and then let go, and she whimpered as she reached up to him.

He obliged and leaned down, wrapped her up in his powerful arms and they kissed.

Emma peripherally heard her mom coo a little before Alan gagged her with his dick, and soon, she herself moaned out in muffles as he began to thrust in and out of her faster and harder.

His crotch clapped against her ass, and she mewled as she felt her first climax coming and -!

She froze, cold sweat breaking out as her closed eyes saw flashes of white as she cummed. She heard him groan into her ear, and that only made her feel better.

But soon, he was back to pumping her pussy like he owned it, and she was left squealing as he showed her why her mom was in his bed.

Then -.

She came again with a groan, but then she froze when she felt him plug her pussy. His dick throbbed and then she felt hot shots of thick cum shoot into her.

“A-Ah…. Wait, wait, wait,” she whimpered as she clawed at his back as tears welled up. “Alan, wait, please-!”

But he didn’t.

Instead, he pulled her up and off the bed and after meeting her eyes momentarily with his desire-filled eyes, he started fucking up into her, and that was a new position that left her squealing with her arms around his shoulders and back.

She complained when he came in her again.

But she didn’t stop him from fucking and cumming again.

And to her shame…

She came to see him and mom the very next day, and she met him with a smile at his front door.

-VB-

While the main body and the clones made sweet, sweet love to the mother-daughter duo (and not a small chance that there would be children born from the mother-daughter duo in the future), some of us were out and about in the field with work to do.

Now that we had a business set up where money could depend on financially from prying eyes (because bringing in gold chunks, nuggets, and dust every time we needed money was bound to bring attention sooner or later), we felt better about acting as a cape. Or capes.

Four of us walked down an asphalt-cracked street in the periphery of the city with unique costumes.

“Alric” had Alphonse Elric’s armor from Full Metal Alchemist, and this clone was going to be the main “alchemist” of the team.

“Black Sebastian” had the proper butler uniform and complete with a pair of black silk gloves and a featureless black mask with slits for eyes that allowed his medium cut wavy hair to sway in the wind. He was our Fighter-class Gamer.

“Seekowl” wore a white and black zigzag patterned shroud that covered him from head to toe and had a mask closed eye mask. He was our clone that would use the Search Quirk and Mage-class Gamer.

And lastly, “Terapin” wore a red sash above his army fatigue pants and boots and below black and green pixel camouflage curiass armor while carrying six short spears and a three foot wide round shield. He was our chakra and magecraft combo clone, focused on self, material, speed, and strength reinforcements.

Together, this team of four would be the semi-heroic face that we would use to start plundering the plunderers who used Brockton Bay as their port of call.

Oh yes.

In this age of piracy, I intended to steal from the thieves and pirates themselves.

Now, how and why did I come up with this plan?

“Oi, who the fuck are you lot?”

Only two of us turned to look at the speaker, and it was a bald man with swaztikas tattooed on his shoulders. A typical meathead Neo-Nazi. Smart ones never show their allegiance, after all. They knew better than to do that.

When I got help from Zoe with setting up my “mining” company, we met a lot of people and heard a lot of things.

From the alleys and buildings in this run-down street, more of his comrades walked out, wielding typical gangster weapons like switchblades, pistols, and nailed bat.

A few of them wore the “88” marked white mask denoting them as powered but ultimately low ranked members of the Empire Eighty-Eight gang. In this alternate timeline where powers and sources of powers were more varied, gangs had a lot more powered members to field, and this led to the “minionization” of weaker powered members. Their powers could be anything from chakra to quirk to class-based Gamer.

However, if they wore those minion masks, then that meant that regardless of which source of power they had, they were weak and ultimately not worth giving a unique name and mask. This was one of the major cultural changes that we’ve come across.

When we didn’t answer, the first Neo-Nazi gangster to call us out spat on the ground. “Get them!”

Brockton Bay, we’ve come to learn, ran on half legitimate and half illegitimate businesses. Its importance as a close harbor to the Dark Continents and important trade waterways meant that a lot of the income that flowed into the city came from adventurers, pirates, and opportunistic exploiters.

Black Sebastian was the first up. As a clone who chose Fighter as his class as well as being one of the oldest clones, he was technically the strongest Gamer we had in our arsenal. On top of that, many clones have been training non-stop.

So when he came face to face with a gangster a machete, he struck like lightning, weaving under the gangster’s guard and uppercutting the dumb ass with a devastating right punch that sent him flying a full feet into the air before crashing down.

Legitimate businesses were, of course, those same merchants that would have been struck by the pirates had they not made a deal with the major “pirate clans” and “city gangs” that operated in the area. Azn Bad Boyz was one of the odd criminal organizations that qualified to be called both of us and more as they also held legitimate businesses through seemingly uninvolved individuals.

Zoe recommended that we didn’t deal with ABB, which she partly confessed was due to her family’s past experience with their gangsters. She didn’t, however, downplay their importance in the local economy in how dominating they were when it came to anything related to maritime industries. Everyone knew that it was the ABB that owned most of the Docks through various corporations.

Some pistol-totting gangsters shot at us, but both Alric and Terapin were there to defend their squishier clone-allies. Bullets ricocheted off of Alric’s armor and Terapin’s Reinforcement-hardened body and armors shrugged off the bullets.

Alric clapped his hands and slammed his hands down onto the ground, making asphalt spikes to shoot up from the ground and slam into the gunners. Terapin jumped on one of those spikes and jumped right into the heart of the largest group of the E88 gangsters and came face to face with one of the masked minions.

“Fucking bitch!” the masked minion shouted as his arms twisted into … tentacles. Then tried to slap him with the meaty appendages.

Terapin ducked underneath that and stabbed forward with his short spear right into the minion’s chest and got first blood. The minion screamed … and then died when Terapin pulled his spear out and then stabbed him in the throat.

Yes, this was going to be bloody because we were here to kick out the E88 in totality from this area of the city.

We did say we were semi-heroic, not completely heroic.

It became quite obvious to me that running a legitimate business beyond small scale mom and pop shop was going to be impossible in Brockton Bay. Even a simple rust to gold dust operation was eventually going to come under scrutiny.

So there was only one option.

Rise up and take over.

Gangsters around us briefly froze in shock at how quickly we killed one of the masked minions. A few smart ones booked it but the rest stayed to fight and avenge their comrade. Good. The less they ran, the less work we’ll have to do after to hunt them down.

Seekowl looked around before raising his hand and threw lightning bolts, shocking dozen plus gangsters holding metal weapons and killing at least one from how they slacked and fell over while clutching their heart.

Black Sebastian pummeled his way to another masked minion, who quickly realized that she was being targetted.

“Come get it, fucking race traitor!” she shouted as giant ethreal gauntlets appeared over her fists and forearms.

… we should tick off every generic racist phrases these guys were spouting from their lips.

“I don’t need to,” Black Sebastian grunted before ducking.

And before the minion could block, one of Terapin’s spears came hurtling at just barely subsonic scream and slammed into her chest.

The streets ran red with the blood of the gangsters as we killed off as many of their numbers as possible, and then stopped when we saw someone new entering the fray as a van came skidding around and then threw open its doors as three people walked out.

A neck-long blonde haired man with bare chest and a metal mask over his face. A woman with a cage over her head and a pair of scythes. Another bare chested man with a tiger mask.

This was Hookwolf, Stormtiger, and Cricket.

“Finally,” Terapin drawled for the rest of us.

“So you four think you guys are hot shit, huh?” Hookwolf grunted before he immediately changed into his namesake. “Then show me!”