Monster Miraculous Chapter 1

Miraculous parody: Tier 1

Monster Miraculous

The miraculous is able to endow people with power temporarily allowing them to transform into a monster. Sexier suits monster traits a male lady bug with four arms, not to mention the side effects. Hyper Marin/Harem

Chapter 1

Marin was a good kid, his parents owned a bakery, and they raised him with love and kindness. His limits were tested by Chloe Bourgeois, the girl was a spoiled rich girl. Her dad was the mayor and her mother was a famous fashion designer. So not only did she come from a well to do family, but she had a real mean streak in her. She always got everything she wanted, if things didn’t go her way, she’d threaten to call her daddy.

She had no problem throwing her money and influence around. One might call her a snob, but that’d be too nice. If it wasn’t her way it was the highway. She seemed to get worse every year. Marin had tried to be nice to her, but Chloe took that the wrong way.

Marin liked fashion and designing things since his family owned a bakery he was able to work his magic on cakes, cookies, and desserts. He also made alterations to his own clothes and did work on his friends’ stuff. He was a talent who had an eye for talent. Chloe liked that, she also liked him, a lot there was only one problem.

He was gay!

Marin’s kindness was taken for flirting and Chloe was into him. She tried every tactic to get into his pants, and that made him see her in a really bad way. He told her he was gay, that he liked guys, that they could still be friends, but that wasn’t enough for Chloe.

Since he didn’t have a boyfriend, she accused him of faking it, and because he was hanging out with a girl named Alya, he liked her instead. It wasn’t the case, they were friends, just as Marin wanted to be friends with Chloe.

Chloe tried to throw her weight around, but she made the mistake of thinking they were together and not just friends. Alya knew Marin’s preferences and him not having a boyfriend didn’t change that. She was still figuring stuff out, but as she made it clear to Chloe, she didn’t have a boyfriend either, so how does Chloe prove she’s straight?

Alya was Marin’s best friend, and she didn’t put up with Chloe’s shit. They were friends till the end, and they supported each other, even when Chloe made things rough for them. She looked for any chance to get her way. When she found out about Marin’s desire to join the fashion world, she tried to get a date out of him, in exchange for getting him a pass to her mother.

Such a thing would make new designers weep and jump for the chance. Marin would have been tempted, except, he didn’t like girls that way. Chloe couldn’t see it but Marin was doing her a favor. Chloe could be a good person if she tried, but she was looking out for herself and only herself.

If he did do this date, it wouldn’t be giving her what she wanted, and it wasn’t the way he wanted to do this. He couldn’t be with her, not in that way. At some point, the line of her wanting to be with him and her wanting to just prove she was right was being crossed. She didn’t truly want him, she wanted what she couldn’t have, and that wasn’t healthy. That wasn’t love, she needed someone to love her, and they were out there, but it wasn’t him.

He turned her down, and that set off the chain of events that led him to now. Chloe flipped out, threatening him, going from a bribe to blackmail, she really couldn’t handle being told no. Marin didn’t care, she could hoot and holler all she wanted, she could call her mommy and spit his name with as much venom. No matter how far his name fell, he’d climb back up, he’d work twice as hard. If he didn’t get in on his own merits it wouldn’t be worth it.

Chloe changed after that, more stuck up, and possibly nastier. She had her friend Sabrina, the poor girl wanted to be with Chloe so bad she put up with the put-downs, using her like a servant. If possible no one knew her more than Sabrina, except maybe her butler. Marin had tried to be her friend, but she wanted more than that and since she didn’t get it, here they were.

His patience with Chloe was stretched. It was another year, and the two would likely be in the same class...again. He just hoped Alya would be there too. She wasn’t his only friend, but she was his closest.

He was a regular guy, just trying to have a normal life. Not everyone knew about his sexual preference and they didn’t need to. It wasn’t like he was gonna deny it if asked, but he also didn’t parade it. Little did he know he’d soon carry a secret he couldn’t tell anyone.

-x- In a secluded location -x-

Light poured into a room, and tiny butterflies scattered into the air. A blonde man stood, looking out upon Paris. “Papillion, tell me again about your abilities.”

A tiny creature appeared this was the kwami, Papillion. “Master, I am one of the kwami, a race of ancient creatures that inspired many human myths and legends. Should one invoke my powers they can turn into a hero with the powers of a monster.” the little kwami explained. “When one holds my powers they are able to create an akuma, and bestow powers through strong emotions.”

“So in theory, I could use this power to draw on strong negative emotions?” the man asked with a smirk.

“W-Why would you do that?”

“Because I want the other kwami, the guardian of the pan’ku box has been in hiding.” The Pan’ku box was forged by ancient mystics to contain the kwami until a chosen warrior would draw on their power to battle evil. The kwami’s powers tended to be...wild!

Due to a mishap, Papillion was knocked out of the box as was another kwami. “Your power can make heroes, making the weak strong, those not strong enough to join with the powers of the kwami.” the mystery man walked towards Papillion. “But you could also make villains, those that could draw out the guardian and the other kwami.”

“No...you mustn’t...using the powers will taint your very soul.”

“While each of the kwami’s powers is great, but when brought together, they can change reality, am I right?” Papillion’s eyes widened.

“How...how do you know this?” such secrets were supposed to be protected by the guardians. The kwami were not allowed to speak of it, or risk tempting mankind.

“Papillion, Dark Wings Rise!” He called and the Kwami had no choice but to join with the man, allowing him to transform. His clothing vanished and his toned body was exposed as the transformation took hold. He grew taller, his 6 pack abs turned into an 8 pack, butterfly wings appeared from his back.

His muscles grew as a black thong appeared and covered his crotch. Just in time as the man’s cock and balls grew massive, the string rode his ass as the cloth of the thong struggled to contain his size. It didn’t last long as new clothe spread over his body.

The man’s new suit looked like what one might see in an ice dancer show, skin-tight pants, with kinky boots. His upper clothing was a corset design, showing off his pecs and abs. He had puffy sleeves around the wrists, the rest was skin tight. The last feature, he ran a hand across his face creating a butterfly mask. “I am Hawkmoth! With my powers, I will lure out the guardian. I don’t care if I taint my soul, I will have my wish granted!” he laughed and all the white butterflies turned black. In this form he felt powerful, he couldn't wait to get his hands on the others. 

-x- In the same city-x-

An elderly man felt the shift in the energy of the area. Someone was using a kwami, one with a dark purpose. “I fear the time has come.” the elderly man revealed the pan’ku box. “I must right the wrongs I caused and return the lost kwami to the pan’ku box.”

The box opened and out came a green kwami. “Kappa let’s...” he dropped as back pain hit him hard, he dropped down groaning in pain.

“Master, I fear your time as a warrior has passed. New warriors must be chosen,” Kappa said. “The Pan’ku box is ready, you just need to find one capable of bonding with the kwami.”

The elder sighed. “I fear you are right, I just don’t want to make another mistake,” he takes the Pan’ku box and heads off to find someone capable of handling the powers inside.

To be continued