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Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia.
“I know we have to scout out for any male patrols, but I don’t really get why it has to be so boring, Momo.”

The pink alien girl looked at her black-haired friend with a dull look on her face. The pony-tailed heroine put the binoculars she was pointing towards the domed off city down to give an annoying glare to her friend.

She sighed. “We’re doing this for the sake of the other girls, Mina. Not everything is a constant excuse for you to show off your Quirk. Sometimes we have to stay put and stay focused.”

Mina pouted at Momo and looked toward her other friends, all trying to kill time until their lookout shift was over. Even with everything they’ve been through, she’s still interested in some of the personal habits of her fellow sisters-in-arms.

The girl with the physical features of the frog, Tsuyu Asui, was drawing on a rock with a piece of chalk that Momo pulled out of her body using her Quirk. She seemed to be drawing a portrait of one of their other friends, Kyoka Jiro, sleeping against another rock with her earphone jacks lying against the ground. She was so starved for something to do that she felt more entertained by drawing her friend sleeping than anything else that was going on.

Jiro wasn’t the only one in the group sleeping, though; Ochako, the squad’s bubbly gravity controller, had her eyes shut right behind Tsuyu, trying peacefully to compose herself as she thought about everything that’s happened to her and the rest of the female sex in the last few decades for everything to go so wrong.
It felt like it was only yesterday since the Sons of Adam took over all of Japan from the shadows and followed the rest of the world in their crusade against women. Ochako remembered all the violence, all the bloodshed reported in the news; millions of men in Tokyo were protesting against women… existing. The murder rate among women skyrocketed overnight, with Ochako and many other heroines noticing an alarming amount of female victims with an even more alarming amount of male perpetrators.

The strangest part about it was the complete apathy from her fellow male heroes; none of them seemed to notice or care about the thousands of women being killed in the streets of their country. In fact, from some of the conversations she had with the men in her class back at UA High, they seemed to actually support a lot of the killings, to the point that Ochako could remember seeing boys like Mineta and Sero protesting outside of hospitals for treating women and joining Sons of Adam rallies against the “evils of the female disease”.

At some point, it seemed like the Japanese government was actually trying to stop the heroines of the country from saving members of their own gender. Female heroes were outright criminalized, with many of the most popular ones like Mount Lady and Midnight being arrested and never heard from again after speaking out against the new oppression of the female gender. Any other woman caught trying to save another female in any context was to be immediately arrested as well.

The whole state of the country made her scared, but she convinced herself that maybe all the boys were just going through a phase, or that they were pulling some long term, incredibly complicated prank on her. Maybe she was just having a bad dream, and soon she’d wake up in her bed, with the world back to the way it used to be. One night changed that perspective completely.
She decided to visit her parents back at their apartment outside of the school. It had been a while since she’d seen them due to all the murders of girls and strange religious influence growing in the country, and seeing her folks would probably let her mind be at ease for a bit, just so she could calm herself and be told everything will be okay.

As she walked through the Class 1A dorms to get to the front door, she noticed that some of the boys in the living room, including her then-boyfriend, the freckled Izuku Midoriya, and his explosive ashy-headed rival Bakugou, were giving her a death glare, completely sitting in silence as they stared at her. They’ve all been acting strange as of late, with all of them never bothering to talk to the girls of the class and keeping to themselves in each other’s rooms, alternating every night into another boys room, almost like they were having meetings of some kind. And if any of the guys were outside of their room, they’d give a hateful, lust-filled look to any of the girls in their line of sight, even if they were just walking by. It got to the point where the girls just stopped talking to the boys all together as the looks they were giving the fairer sex were staring to make them uncomfortable.

She tried ignoring how the boys were looking at her by looking slightly downwards towards the door her body was facing, but the fact that even her boyfriend was looking at her with darkness in his eyes made her stomach sink. It didn’t help that they were watching what looked to be a news reports showing that the female murder rate was at a staggering 500% increase from the week prior, with the report including graphic photos of women with stab wounds in their chest area and other girls being hung from bridges by their necks. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Kaminari, the electric-Quirked boy, had an erection as he was staring at her. She shook the look of disgust off her face and walked out the door.

As she hurried along, she noticed all the other men in the streets giving her the same look that the boys in the dorm were giving her. Some of them were looking at her breasts as they jiggled out of her plain button up shirt from the steps she was taking, others were looking at her ass popping out of her apple-bottom jeans. But most, if not all of them, just looked at her with hate in their eyes. She noticed something else; there were no women out in the streets, or at the park, or eating at any restaurants outside. It was all men. Everywhere.

She started a slow run-walk as she felt the piercing eyes of all the men in the city on her body, her tits bouncing in the wind as she began to run faster and faster towards her parents apartment, feeling the weight of the male gaze strike fear into her body the more she observed her surroundings.

She caught her breath as she finally made it to the apartment complex where her parents lived. There thankfully didn’t seem to be any more men around, letting the anxiety building up inside of her decrease a bit as she walked up the stairs to her folks’ place. When she got to the front door of their place, it was wide open, and strangely quiet. Ochako walked inside, the tension inside the apartment being so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Hello?”, she called out, eagerly awaiting a response from either her Mom or Dad as she walked down the hallway. She turned the corner and screamed at what she saw on the floor in the kitchen; it was her mother’s lifeless corpse, covered in blood and completely naked, with her father standing over her with a bloody knife in his hands.

Ochako was shaken, she felt like she was going to vomit. She tried to choke some words out.

“D-Dad? What… what did you do?”

Her father turned around with a devilish grin on his face, looking at his daughter with bloodlust in his eyes. He chucked at the question.

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago. And now, you’re next.”
Ochako’s eyes shot up as she woke up from her deep sleep, covered in a cold sweat as she started to breathe in heavily at the nightmare she just had. Her sisters noticed the girl’s abrupt awakening and ran over to her.

Mina held her shoulders and went in for a hug. “Ochako! Are you okay? What happened?”

Ochako hugged back as she continued to breathe heavily, looking at the other girls who were giving her worried looks.

“N-nothing… it was just a bad dream is all.” she said, hoping to clear the air of nervousness that was now lingering amongst the group of girls as Mina let go and was replaced with Tsuyu putting her hand on her squad mate’s shoulder.

Momo looked at her tired and frightened friends all trying to comfort one another and sighed as she held her hand to her head in frustration, thinking about what to do next. She clenched her eyes shut in thought and then opened them back up in a few seconds.

“Alright, we’re done for today. Nothing is happening anyways.”

The other girls looked at Momo who was turning away to pick up the supplies they set up for their scouting trip near the city. They looked at her as she bent down to pick up some of the food wrappers they left, wondering what was going on in the mind of their fearless leader. Momo looked back at them as they stared at her.

“You just gonna stand there or are you gonna help me? Do you want superhunters to come and find us?”

The girls looked at one another before standing up and walking over to the other supplies littered all over the lookout. They began to pick up the tents and sleeping bags set up all over the area, putting them back into the backpacks they brought with them.

As they began packing, Ochako lost herself in thought over what Momo mentioned about the superhunters. When the governments of the world finally managed to make being female illegal, the superhero profession rapidly changed overnight, with all male heroes becoming superhunters, heroes dedicated to finding and killing women instead of stopping villains or saving civilians. Women on the run thought they’d be more controversial and less popular than their heroic counterparts, but it turns out they were even more popular than heroes before, with anti-female merchandise flying off of shelves faster than it ever did when men weren’t trying to kill women. She didn’t know if the superhunters had a ranking system similar to the ones they used to have when women were treated like people, or if there was a top superhunter, but she didn’t want to find out.

After a few minutes, the girls finished packing up all their gear and proceeded to head out into the barren wasteland.
Momo was taking the lead again, being the only one who remembered to bring a map to the location of where their hideout was. They walked through the desolate land that the Earth was now, with bodies of dead, naked girls and women littered everywhere on the ground. Even after everything the girls have been through, the images of members of their fellow sex battered and dead buried in the ground, strung up over the dead trees that they were walking under, and crucified on crosses in the distance still disturbed them to no end.

They continued walking through the dead forest until Momo all of a sudden stopped in her tracks. The rest of the girls followed suit, wondering what their fearless leader was halting for. Momo looked around in the sky for a few seconds, until she heard a faint buzzing sound coming from behind them.

“EVERYONE, HIDE!”

The girls quickly jumped at Momo’s sudden command, scurrying around looking for a place to hide. The girls noticed a large rock beneath a dead tree and decided to quickly duck under it, waiting for whatever was behind them to pass them so they could continue on their journey.

Mina peeked out from under the rock to see four drones hovering over them, with about a dozen men following it, all in red and black camouflage fatigues and covered head to toe in ammo pouches. The men were being led by a figure with spiky red hair and a bulletproof vest across his chest, his jaw squared to an inhuman degree with the Sons of Adam symbol embroiled on his left shoulder. The leader looked familiar to Mina, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

The leader of the men turned back to his small army. “Alright, turn the chromosome detector on.”

One of the soldiers took out some sort of remote and pressed a button, causing the drones above the men to go from emitting a dark green light to a blood red glow, with their sensors scanning the whole forest area until a loud siren echoed from all the drones.

“FEMALE DETECTED. FEMALE DETECTED. SEVENTY-NINE FEET NORTH.”

Suddenly, the heroines under the rock all ran out from their hiding spot as the men trained their guns on them, firing tranquilizer bullets from their rifles at the runaway females. Tsuyu attempted to hop away ahead of the girls, until her ass got shot with a bullet and she immediately fell down into a state of unconsciousness. Ochako ran to her friend’s body.

“TSUYU, WAKE UP! WAKE THE FUCK UP, PLEASE!”

Mina and Jiro ran past the gravity girl trying to help the froggy female as Momo grabbed Ochako by her arm and continued running, realizing that they weren’t going to be able to save their friend. They had to save themselves.

Bullets continued flying past their heads until they heard a whistle sound coming from behind them. Ochako looked behind her and saw a barrage of missiles coming right towards them. The girls screamed as Momo ran in front of them to shield them from the projectiles. The missiles hit the ground in front of the girls as they all were launched into the air, getting knocked to the ground and passing out in the process.
Ochako’s eyes slowly opened up, groggily attempting to rub her head due to the massive migraine she had. She noticed that she couldn’t move her arms, or her legs, and she could barely even move her head. She was in some sort of confined space, so tight that her face was smashed against the metal bars in front of her face as she tried to wiggle around the small space she was in to get a bit more comfortable. On top of the fact that she was imprisoned in some sort of cage, she was completely naked head-to-toe, the lips of her pussy hitting the cold wall behind her.

She couldn’t remember what happened after the middle hit her group, all she knew was that she was cold, her head hurt, and she heard screams. Lot of screams. All feminine sounding.

She tried looking around through the front of the cage she was in, observing what was on the other side. It was some sort of giant room, with cages identical to the one she was in on the other side and right next to her. There must have been thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of cages all in the room that she was in, all filled with women and girls. Some were screaming for dear life, others were quietly sobbing to themselves, but most were doing exactly what Ochako was doing; trying to figure out what was going on around them by pressing their faces against the cages like they were less than dogs.
She didn’t know how long she had been in that cage. Ochako had been waiting for hours, even days, maybe. She couldn’t tell. All she could see and hear were other women screaming and crying for someone to help them. It made her want to die.

She started hearing footsteps coming towards her cage, as an obviously male figure stood in front of her cage door, taking out a key and opening the lock on the door, grabbing her hair and pulling Ochako out of her cage as she was dragged to the cold floor. He continued walking as the brown-haired heroine was dragged by her hair, screaming for dear life as she looked at the other cages full of women, all of them looking at her as she was dragged away.

Ochako got a better look at where she was; she wasn’t in a room, she was in a compound, with miles upon miles of cages with females in them. It seemed like the cages could go on forever.

They stopped at a door to a room that acted as a break from all the endless cages they walked past for minutes on end. The man pulling her hair yanked her to her feet and opened the door with his free hand, throwing her into the cold, dark room and walking inside behind her.

She tried to get up, but her knees buckled under her weight as she fell to the floor, the man escorting her laughing at the pathetic display. He picked her up by her arm again and shoved her head and hands into a metal stockade that made her ass stick up in the air, her cunt showing itself glistening under the one small light in the room.

The man behind her chuckled to himself, his election starting to rise at the degrading display.

“Hehe, you’re a good looking one, huh? Can’t wait to end you. Same with your friends.”

Ochako wondered what he meant as the other lights in the room illuminated themselves, showing what was next to her; her squadmates, Jiro, Momo, Mina, and Tsuyu, also all in metal stockades, their fat asses in the air and their pussies shivering from the cold.

The rosy-cheeked female looked at her friends, all with confused, angry, and worried looks on their faces. They were all together again, but they didn’t know for how much longer.

They heard the man’s footsteps distantly head towards the other side of the room as they heard him rusting around with something, buttons being pressed and a squeak of something moving happening behind them. The door swung open again.

“Hey boys, they’re ready!”

With that, four more men entered the room, all with varying degrees of tactical gear and masks and helmets concealing their faces. All of them had double-barrel shotguns in hand, looking at the prey they caught all presenting themselves to the men, their cocks standing at attention at the sight.

One of the men started talking. “All right gentlemen, you ready for execution video number #8272?”

The other men in the room yelled in enthusiasm, with the girls on the other side hearing what they were saying and trying to move their way out of the stockades. The men noticed their moves and just laughed and cheered.

“You cunts might as well not bother, we used Quirk-Destroying Bullets to get rid of your powers; there’s no way out for you.”

Momo grit her teeth, tears started to shed from Mina and Tsuyu’s faces, and Jiro and Ochako drew horrified expressions on theirs. There was nothing they could do.

They heard something behind them zap on as one of the other men spoke again. “Take your positions, boys. Give these parasites a death every man can be proud of.”

The men lined up in front of their victims, sticking their shotguns up in the air, and then slowly, achingly pushing them inside of the girls’ loveholes, with all five of the ladies screaming at the freezing metal rod all entering them at the same time.

All five men pulled their pants down with their free hands and grabbed their dicks, slowly stroking themselves at the sight of the females’ pain.

“You know the rules. If you shoot your load, you’ve gotta shoot your bitch, too. Last one to cum wins.”

The girls all felt the shotguns leave their bodies as they were quickly thrust back in again, every pump of the guns grinding itself against the girls’ walls, the heroines screaming and crying at the attack on their most sacred areas.

The men laughed again as the pace of their strokes got faster and faster, the rhythm of their jerking off matching the speed of the shotguns penetrating the pussies of all the girls. The barrels of the guns went further and further into the women’s holes, blood staging to drip out of their cunts onto the floor and onto the men’s guns as the rate of the jerking motions of the boomsticks became even quicker.

The guy gun-fucking Tsuyu spoke up as he was approaching his end. “Oh shit, I’m about to explode!”

The man next to him who was penetrating Mina chuckled. “Yeah, and so is she.”

Tsuyu started to beg. “No, kero! Please, no, no, no-“

Tsuyu’s attacker laughed, only to stop himself and moan loudly up in the air, the splooge shooting out of his cock at the same time he pulled the trigger of his gun, the giant bullets flying all the way through her body and existing through her forehead.

The men all stopped their vaginal attacks to look at the mess the first man out made as the rest of the girls screamed as loudly as they could, shaking at the sudden death of one of their best friends.

“Nice going, dipshit. You lose”, the man who was raping Jiro’s cooch said with a grin on his face.

Tsuyu’s murderer sighed in defeat. “Ah, man.”

He pulled the barrel of his shotgun out of Tsuyu’s cunt, blood and juices spurting from the opening. He grabbed his gun as he went to sit down against the wall, leaving the corpse of the frog girl slump inside of the stockade, observing the other men continuing their game as they started to pump in and out of the girls again.

The remaining girls all started to form tears in their eyes, even Momo, who could no longer hold in her fear as the shotgun entered and exited her pussy over and over again. She could hear her rapist starting to moan softly, which could only mean one thing for her; she was next.

She shut her eyes and caught her breath as her attacker’s hand sped up in anticipation for his orgasm. Momo uttered two words amidst the pumps assaulting her body.

“I’m…. sorry….”

The gun fired into her, painting the wall with the blood of the girls’ leader. The other women screamed again, their morale completely shattered as their one last hope hung her head in death, her eyes still shut, having enough willpower to at least save her squadmates the trouble of looking at her lifeless body.

Jiro shouted towards the goon fucking her with his weapon. “W-we’re gonna-fucking k-kill all of y-“

Her voice was cut off by the powerful blast of the shotgun belonging to the man behind her. Ochako and Mina were the only ones left, and they started to almost go deaf from the high-powered going off right next to them. They both tried to scream again, but their voices were starting to give, whether it was from all the screaming they’ve done or if it was their body’s way of telling them to give up and accept their fate.

The other men clapped at the final two boys and their victims going at it, cheering as their shotguns went in and out of their birthing canals as the girls’ faces were as red as cherries, their eyes bloodshot from the waterfalls of tears coming from them.

The man behind Mina started to groan, his pacing becoming quicker and more erratic. He was about to shoot his load inside of her. Mina looked at Ochako one last time and tried to spit some final words out of her mouth.

“I… love-“

The bullets pierced Mina’s pink alien pussy as they hit the wall out of her brain and splattered the canvas with another girl's blood. Ochako was thrashing all around, trying to fight against the shotgun still inside of her, trying to shake the smell of blood and the brain and skull matter from her feminine teammates out of her sight. The man behind the final girl took his gun out of her, giving her a moment of relief as she stopped her movements completely, finally defeated and mentally broken.

The men behind her pat the winner of their game on the back, clapping for him and rocking their fists up in the air. They then all turned to Ochako’s motionless body, still alive and barely moving.

“So… what should we do with her?”, one of the men asked. His comrade looked at him and smirked.

“Well, I think we should give the final girl here an explosive goodbye!”

The men all picked up their shotguns and walked over to Ochako’s still bleeding snatch, all pushing and shoving their own collective barrels into her. There were five shotguns stuffing Ochako’s pussy, but even then, she didn’t seem to flinch.

She was thinking. Thinking about what she could've done in her life to make her last years more fulfilling. The life she could have lived if everything hadn’t gone so wrong. She imagined herself, saving the lives of everyone she met, signing the autographs of all the little boys and girls who idolized her.

She thought of Izuku. Her Deku. She wondered where he was right now. Some small part of her hoped, prayed, that maybe after all this time, after everything that’s happened in the world, he was still one of the good ones. That was the last thing she hoped for.

The five gun barrels stretching Ochako’s cunt wide open fired simultaneously, exploding the girls’ body into a million bloody pieces, her tits and eyes flying all over the room as the men executing her start to take their masks and helmets off.

An ashy-haired blonde’s facial features revealed themselves as he stared at his green-haired freckled friend.

“Damn it, Deku. How the fuck do you keep winning these?”

Deku smiled as he took his mask off, letting his hair pop out of his helm. “Told ya, Kacchan, I know how to make the ladies wet,” he said as he looked over to the bloody mess he made of his former high-school sweetheart.

Kacchan groaned as he started to pull his pants up. “You got all that, right Mineta?”

Mineta nodded. “Yep.”

The grape-headed friend of theirs walked over to the camera and turned it off.
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