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Chapter List
- 1-Orihime and Nel get gangraped by Tentacles!
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            “Koten Zanshun! I reject!”
            Tsubaki sliced through air and Hollow all the same, ending the tentacle beast’s frantic chase. “Let me~” were the creature’s final words before dematerializing. And to keep the wayward spirit from being lost in the balance – with the upturn of Quincy’s total annihilation of Hollow souls causing such a dramatic flux – Pero was there to absorb the particles to be put back into circulation of purification and reuse in Soul Society.
            “Wah!” Orihime folded her legs inward and collapsed on the desert sands of Hueco Mundo. She was exhausted from this rigorous training exercise! Running and gathering material! She wondered if she was getting anywhere at all! Also, she didn’t like hurting things. True, she’d exterminate Hollows routinely, but this Hollow had chased only her, not jeopardizing anyone else as it constantly wailed “Let me~!”
            “I feel bad for it,” she murmured, looking at the starless night sky.
            “Don’t worry about it, Pero,” said Urahara’s surveillance device. It floated through the sparkling dust of the vanquished Hollow, absorbing its essence through the funnel of its head. “Destroying a Hollow is destroying its anguish, and as I collect the remains, the soul will be able to find peace and rebirth when returned to the Soul Society.”
            This brought peace to Orihime’s mind. Hollows did look like frightening monsters, but at their core, they were once human and deserved to have the promised rebirth. But the issue of Pero-chan absorbing the Hollow would be moot if a Zanpakuto had been used for the deathblow. She turned aside and mumbled, “Urahara-san said he’d keep watch over me and would come in a pinch… but that Hollow was chasing me for an hour.”
            Pero absorbed the last of the Hollow, its eyes flickering in announcement of its completed task. “Absorption complete. We can continue onto the Negal Ruins…”
            “Mm!” Orihime nodded, looking up at the floating contraption, not at all noticing that its hovering had become rather… suspicious. Although, with such a deadpan, cartoonish expression and so little of it to observe, it was hard to tell if Pero was acting out of the ordinary. But while Orihime may have misjudged, there was a certain aura in the air that someone with more fighting sense like Chad might have picked up on. Orihime didn’t have that warrior’s sense.
            So she was taken by the utmost surprise when, after Pero-chan did a whisking, buzzing rotation and garbled two words – “Let me” – its top erupted with a plethora of lively tentacles. She was still on the ground, and Pero-chan was an ally! She couldn’t thoughtlessly attack! But…!
            “Yah!” A tentacle lashed around her right wrist as her hand came up. “Pero-chan!” Two more tendrils caught her arm before securing the other. And then her legs. Thighs and ankles! Wailing, she was lifted off the ground, and though she tried to pull her limbs inward, she wasn’t a match for the floating device’s malfunction. She instead pleaded with Urahara’s angel-winged creation. “Pero-chan! Please, let me down!” Beneath all the flailing tentacles – of which, there were too many to count, which meant that she was completely outmatched – the big-eyed, big-lipped drone remained unmoved.
            Until it spoke. “Let me~” It was the voice of the Hollow. It seemed that there were some kinks to work out in the absorption process. It assimilated the Hollow rather than contain its essence.
            “Let me…! Fuck you!!”
            Orihime’s eyes widened. The Hollow had seemed rather frantic, its tentacles’ tips rather gooey as it slithered after her, always aiming low to her posterior when it made moves at her. No way!
            Yes way. The Hollow was one of lust, whose insatiable appetite for ravenous sex had grown numerous tentacles, all with the capability and purpose to fuck and inseminate. And luscious Orihime was quite the specimen to be seen sauntering across these foreboding wastes, with a huge bust and wide hips. It went against nature not to try to breed her!
            “Pero-chan!” She redoubled her efforts when the first slithery tentacle when up from the bottom of her shirt. She felt its warm slime – possibly precum – on her flesh as it wriggled its way up; under the clasp of her bra, floundering and knocking her gigantic tits back and forth before rearing up from under her collar. It poised like a cobra, leering down at her. She could see the tiny dip, the evacuation point for its lusts. One last time, she called out to Pero to control itself, and that was it. Her opened mouth was a portal to pleasure, and the tentacle shot into it.
            Warm, translucent precum… She knew the taste, and it filled her mouth. The tentacle produced it endlessly, feeding it to her so she’d no choice but to consume it. And under regular circumstances, she would revel in the delightful taste. Whimpering – and afraid to bite down because it might hurt Pero-chan – she tried to turn her face away, but the tentacle was long and flexible, unlike the resilient stiffness of a human’s erection. Wherever her mouth turned, the tentacle would turn and continue thrusting in and out of her mouth. She screwed her eyes shut, her face making a displeased expression, though she found her best recourse was to relax her gag reflex and let Pero-chan fuck her throat. There was no stopping it, after all. Her hands had balled into fists, but when they opened and reached to try to pry the tentacles restraining her off, the perverted apparatus took advantage of the situation and locked her hands around the shafts for manual stimulation. Again, she uttered a whimper, now her big eyes opening to look imploringly at the tentacle in her mouth, trying to find some spot to make eye contact that she may find some mercy in. But the body of Pero had utterly malfunctioned, its eyes turning in different directions. It was no longer a part of the equation, the Hollow tentacles knowing what to do on their own.
            Those tantalizing shorts were next. Tentacles went at them with passionate disdain, yanking at them, tearing at them, trying to rid them from her body. It was so uncomfortable that, if allowed, Orihime would have surrendered them herself. She whined and continued to suck on the tentacle in her mouth, if only to appease it. The shorts came down finally, after wedging past the fullness of her glorious thighs. They came off one foot and then were forgotten; they could dangle off her other ankle, so long as her legs could now be stretched nice and wide. The juncture was still obstructed by cotton blue panties that had been disheveled by the removal of her shorts, but this was such a trifle obstacle. The tentacles easily ripped the underwear to shreds in one yank and bore her pussy for offering. Nice pink, hot lips amidst a kempt mound of auburn hair; the tentacles surged to it, finding some growing moisture there. The familiar action of sucking and tasting precum had given to the body’s response to prep for penetration. Though, with how much the tentacle tips were leaking, it might have been unnecessary for her body to ready herself.
            Her eyes burst open. She had expected it after her shorts and panties were done away with, but it still gave her a start when the first head came against her pussy lips, quashing against them, wriggling until it found and delved into her hot hole. She cried out in pleasure around the tentacle in her mouth. It hadn’t been since before Ebern stood on Kurosaki-kun’s bed that she had gotten her pussy stretched out. Not too long ago, but for someone as ravenous and insatiable as her, it was quite an extended period! And the tentacle kept going! It filled her out completely, its tip lapping at her cervix and plodding it with its precum. And sucking at the same time her cunt was being stuffed gave a certain thrill to the experience – though she was a girl who preferred the firmness of a cock to the squishy, malleable feel of the tentacle flopping around inside of her.
            Without realizing it, she had become a very active participant to the tentacles’ desires. She relaxed into the suspending buoyancy of the tentacles hoisting her off the ground – she was now levitating a good five feet in the air, ass pointed down. Her hands willingly jerked the tentacles at her sides, aiming them towards her face while sucking on the main tentacle. She kept her arms closed in enough so that her breasts could be utilized too, pushed together to grip on the full stem of the tentacle, no rawness because of the earlier deposit of its precum.
            And she could not discount the tentacle wiggling back and forth in her pussy, pushing apart her sticky walls with its movements rather than its rigidity. And she hadn’t expected another impatient tentacle to worm its way in. She gasped – or choked, actually – when it went in, prying her further apart, though its instability made it and its twin adapt like an octopus in tight areas. So while the space was not entirely crammed, she could feel an alternate rhythm starting in harmony to the tentacle before it. Two separate tendrils, churning at her insides in a race to plant simultaneous semen inside her.
            “L-let me… fuck you!” roared Pero-chan again.
            Orihime was no stranger to the feeling of her plump backside being opened and admired. And daring as she could be, she hadn’t yet worked up the courage to say “Yes, there.” But Pero-chan – or the tentacle Hollow’s lusty influence – needn’t permission or barter. Her mouth was stuffed and muted, and so were her objections. Two tentacles hoisted her ass so that a third may ‘lick’ in between them, a nice coating of slippery precum going onto her asshole before making that point its mark.
            No! Wait!
            No waiting. The tentacle found its little paradise and squeezed its was relentlessly in. The precum helped, but it was the adaptive structure of the tentacle that allow it to ease in completely. But the sensation was still weird! Orihime, if a tentacle hadn’t looped around her neck to flex in time with the tentacle pushing down into her throat, would have looked back, though the tattered cape that Urahara-san had provided against the terrain blocked the view entirely of her ass being intruded by the green limb. So she could just experience it through feel, the pliable reach digging further and further up her butt, leaving precum plentiful where it tread.
            Would a second one join like in her pussy? She could at least glance down, and with some difficulty looking around the tentacle rapidly shoving through her lips to suffocate her, she could see the two tentacles – at least their stems – rushing in and out between her legs. But what frightened her was the queue of other floppy phalluses waiting. At least a dozen of them! Were they waiting for their turn? Or were they going to grow impatient and test the utmost limitations of her body?! She fantasized – No! She shook her head! – She dreaded how it’d be to take so many in at once! Yet that dread could not oppose the onset of her first orgasm. She had thought herself ready to squirt in a few moments, but the tentacles seemed to be a mass of a considerate lover; a smaller tendril sloped over her waist, burrowed through her itchy pubic hair, and began to flutter at her clitoris. The moments were not needed; Orihime came the moment her clitty was touched, but that didn’t stop the tentacle from toying with it, exceeding her expectations of the orgasm. So tightly packed, her vagina couldn’t produce the lewd stream as normal; it sputtered and stalled and wet the tentacles inside her and outside. The waiting ones ticked like this was motivation to cease their stalling.
            And normally, the convulsions of her walls, engorging and staggering penetration, would set off a chain event that ended the experience with arching white jets, either on her tummy, in her pubic hair, or on her back – rare instances, when neither of them could think about the consequences, inside of her. But the tentacles were resilient. Even as her insides tightened and plumped up, they kept pushing in and out, as rushed as ever; in her pussy, and in her ass, flexing on her clit, shoving down her throat.
            In fact, her orgasm – as she breathed heavily through her nose when she couldn’t get enough air in guttural gasps around the tentacle residing in her mouth – only invigorated the mass of tentacles to act more sporadically and passionate; especially with her top, yanking it up, pulling out her breasts by destroying her bra – a selfless tentacle embraced them to keep a firm hold on the tentacle in her mouth – while others shoved under her arms or her breasts, searching for any crevice to find friction. Sure enough, her asshole was invaded by another tentacle, shimmying against its forebearer, rubbing against the lining of her rectum and reaching much further than any finger or cock could ever go. She could actually see her stomach distending from the work being done on the depths of her bowels! And now, every nook and cranny available on her body was game! One shoe was taken off, along with the sock, so that a tentacle may grind up against her arch and slide between her big toe and the rest of them. Her armpits were used, sweat and precum making that silken area nice and slippery and wet. The undersides of her tits, the curve of her knees, even the dimple of her navel! One tenacious one tried crawling into her ear! All while she maintained her traditional practices like handjobs, a blowjob, titfuck, pussy and ass use!
            Are-are any of them going to cum? She glanced at the one being stroked by her right hand. It was leaking excessively, and she could feel the muscles within it throbbing, but would it would like a cock should? Could it ejaculate at any given time? And how would it taste…?
            The one barreling down her throat suddenly paused, twitched, and for a moment, she thought it’d start pumping its creamy load to her belly. Instead, unexpectedly, it retracted with all haste, rearing back and dripping with the saliva of Orihime’s throat. She gagged and coughed from the abrupt vacancy of her bloated throat, though the coil around her neck quickly tightened as if to remind her that she shouldn’t relax just yet.
            But the droopy, drippy tentacle just hung there, as if waiting.
            And then came the distorting sound of a Sonido in use.
            Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck arrived on scene, following the coordinates Urahara Kisuke had given her; the last known whereabouts of Inoue Orihime before Pero glitched and went off-line. In her fur-trimmed leotard, she glanced at the tracking device to make sure she’d not veered off course in her haste. And looking up to see the Pero thing floating – the thing she noticed before the tentacles – she was astounded that the Shinigami scientist could be so precise even in the wasteland of Hueco Mundo.
            “I made it, but where’s…?” Slowly, her eyes went up to the coils frolicking in the air, frenzying about the missing girl.
            “Nel-san!” Orihime cried out to her in warning. But already, Pero’s tentacles were making their move on the Arrancar. She was a bit more responsive than Orihime, able to dodge the initial assault and even the follow-up, but the throat-fucking tentacle caught Nel around the midriff and pull her into the flock to be soundly subdued. No teasing with this one; the tentacles restrained her arms and legs immediately in groups, yet she was still able to pull against them somewhat!
            But she wouldn’t be able to resist for very long. Already, lashes of tendrils were hooking the crotch of her leotard and yanked it aside brutally, exposing her voluptuous ass with a jiggle as well as her turquoise-haired pussy.
            “What-what’s going on?!” Nel turned her shock to anger, her muscles tugging impressively against the limbs restricting her. “How dare you!”
            Much more of this, and the tentacles would have to forfeit their first bountiful catch, and they would not allow that! Turning Nel facedown, arms and legs stretched out wide to weaken her pull against them, Orihime was suddenly turned and angled and… “Wait! Wait!! Mmph!”
            “Ah~♥”
            Orihime faceplanted right in between Nel’s butt cheeks, her puckered lips going right up against Nel’s pucker. Orihime’s eyes flickered up at the Arrancar, who turned as much as she could to look back at the human unceremoniously giving her a wet anus.
            “What-what kind of—ah!—creature is this?!” The mannerisms seemed Hollowish, but the little thing with the tentacles coming out of its head didn’t have the traits of a Hollow at all! It looked harmless but for its eyes looking off in different directions while its tongue hung out.
            “Let me fuck you!” the little thing cried, and then surged with its tentacles.
            And Nel knew what that meant. She could already see them encroaching on her, slithering up her legs and aiming for the exposed juncture while Orihime remained stuck at her ass. “No, you can’t!” She wiggled frantically as she felt the impending approach. “I’m waiting for…!”
            Such concerns did not concern the tentacle creature. Pulling apart her vaginal lips with two of them, a third shoved right into the center, exploring her tight channel for the one she was saving herself for. Squealing at the sensation, Nel closed up her fists and shook her bottom; all she succeeded in doing was forcing Orihime to motorboat her plump rear. “Noo~mmph!” The throat tentacle that still held her at the middle surged upward as it had done with Orihime, sliding between her breasts – though her clothing did not provide the ample comforts of sneaking under Orihime’s top – and staked a claim at her mouth. And though Nel made a valiant effort to chomp the phallic limb off, her missing bottom teeth proved a dismal defeat for her and would only stoke the tentacle’s pleasure.
            Orihime, drunk on the pleasure of her asshole and pussy still being stuffed, couldn’t help herself. In her current predicament, it just seemed best to go with the motions, and that meant tonguing Nel-san’s bottom hole. She could detect the motions of the tentacle using the separate entrance, but did not try to mimic its fervor. She just moaned, ran circles, and sometimes poked at the center to try to make it in.
            Nel, who truly remained abstinent even to touching herself to suit her desired lover, was weak to this assault. She’d gone even longer than Orihime without an orgasm, so she was quickly racing to one, especially when the tentacles began to give her the equal treatment that they’d given Orihime; grinding wherever they could, doubling up in her pussy to really give her a good workout, sliming and choking her, coiling in her vibrant hair.
            No! No! It’s supposed to be for…! She came. She squirted and quaked and came and was all the more relieved for it by the time it was through. Tentacles bunched up and fussed over her clit, precum with her underarm sweat for slick rubbing, the tentacles inside her thrusting madly. All while the moans and huffs of the human girl ran against her twitching anus. Her impressive bursts of soaking wet pleasure dampened Orihime’s hanging bosoms, adding another layer of lubricating liquid for the tentacles seeking pleasure at her chest.
            They encompassed the enormous things, constricting and flicking the pink nubs with their gooey tips, stimulating the amount of moisture between her legs and the eagerness of her own tongue against Nel-san’s butthole. Though that particular entrance couldn’t be kept long from the tentacles’ attention. A greedy rogue snaked its way along the Arrancar’s hips, crowded the area where Orihime’s tongue flapped, and reaped the benefits of the saliva accumulated there.
            A muffled gasp followed by a muffled grunt; Nel hadn’t been breached there until now. Instinctively, her butt raised, her legs opened, and she tried to loosen her muscles to aid the inevitable insertion. The tip found purchase, and Orihime would watch the small hole expand around the greater girth of the tentacle’s body as it roiled inside. Having one stuck up her own butt, Orihime knew it wasn’t as terrible as it looked, though the stretch of Nel-san’s body did still surprise her. Did she look like that back there?
            “Uhn…!”
            Or was she the one being tested more, with that second tendril pushed up her backside and increasing the size of her tender back hole?! Like a wanton whore, she stretched her neck as much as she could and began to lavish the tentacle fucking Nel-san’s ass with licks and kisses, moaning in anticipation for the next oncoming orgasm.
            These things inside of them did not tire or get distracted. Every part of Orihime was utilized to the fullest, from fucking her holes to tending to her tender parts like her pert pink nipples and her throbbing clit. And while Nelliel’s outfit limited access without tearing her leotard asunder, the tentacles slipped through the arm holes and cajoled her breasts, massaging them from within the costume while making use of the tightness. Her fists were too dangerous to manipulate like Orihime’s – who willingly jerked the tentacles – but like Orihime, her armpits and other makeshift cradles were used for Pero’s perversions.
            “Ah! Ah!” panted Orihime rhythmically when all four tentacles slamming into her made firm, coinciding jabs, until she noticed a lonely tentacle poised closer to her face. She went to it, moaning as she accepted it into her mouth, the taste wonderful as she sucked on it. Meanwhile, her hands took good care of the stems at her sides. Keeping her arms tucked for the pair under them, she tugged at the tentacles in firm strokes, the way she’d learned from friends, ceasing only when in the throes of a heady orgasm that made her tense up all over, sending new rivulets of her essence down the vines stuffing her pussy.
            At Nel’s pussy, there were several smaller tentacles at her crotch, flitting through the downy hair and tickling her clit with such pristine and haphazard touches that she jolted with each contact. Unlike the railroading up Orihime’s snatch, this thicker tentacle was slow but forceful, making far retractions and deep insertions to thud against a cervix that was very thirsty for a certain Shinigami’s – or human’s, whichever form – seed. At first, Nel flinched with each impact, but finding the tentacle to be less firm and more squishy, she relaxed a bit more against those harder thrusts. The malleable limb would mold through her cervix harmlessly before it could do some actual bruising to her insides. So when her next orgasm swept her up, she arched her back like a proper bitch in heat, moaned deep against the tentacle in her throat, and gave over the reward of her release, spurting up against Orihime’s face with messy sprays from her Arrancar cunt.
            “P-processing! Tzz!” Pero ticked as programming began to affect the Hollow violence. “Let me—bzt!—fuck…!” The wings beat twice, the eyes slowly rolling in symmetrical observation. “Flush protocol!” There was a spark of electricity, and the jolt ran up to the tentacles flailing about the two women in the clutches.
            “Hm?!” Orihime’s eyes widened, looking down her nose at the tentacle in her mouth. It wriggled more erratically than before. In fact, she noticed all the tentacles were surging and behaving a bit stranger, more uniform than before. And then came the bukkake.
            Cum blasting everywhere like gooey, messy white fireworks. It blasted into Orihime’s mouth – it tasted even better than she could have hoped – and she had to swallow it all down or else drown, though the quantity did cause a bit of an upheaval that leaked through her nostrils. The feel of twin tentacles jettisoning their load within her pussy was only amplified by the complimentary feeling of her asshole receiving the same treatment. A flooding of both holes, washing her from inside out when her chambers could not contain the load. On her face; she’d aimed the tentacles in her hands, and they spurted thick rivulets across her flushed cheeks, over the bridge of her nose, in her hair, on her eyes, neck. In her ear! She felt cum surging into her armpits and under her flopping tits. Over her thighs, on her feet and between her toes! Her ass cheeks, the arch of her back, shoulder blades, even her shorts and one shoe!
            Nel experienced much of the same, though she retched when the sour cum came roiling up in her mouth. She screwed her face up in disgust and gave a disdainful “Blah~!” to try to drain her orifice of the bounty. But that would not stop the other tentacles from crowding at putting a heavy mask of cum across the red insignia over the bridge of her nose, her scar, and her lovely eyes. It covered her own broken mask and dripped into her hair; the tentacle that had coiled in her hair now buried into it as if to impregnate it with its load. It’d take more than a few rinses in the shower to clean it all out. Her outfit was a soaked mess from within, all the tentacles that had slipped underneath now bursting and putting cum against her body and between her large bust. The thirsty cervix was given a round of hot and pungent cum, though her womb overflowed quickly and spurted around the tentacle at her entrance. The teeny tentacles playing at her clit nosed her pubes and drenched them with lesser bursts of cum.
            When the tentacles in their mouths had their fill and retracted, the desert was filled with the wailing of women in climax, each calling out a name of desire: “Kurosaki-kun~!”/”Ichigo~!”
            It was such a rowdy experience that before they realized it, they had wound up on the ground, the cum on and in their bodies soaked in the white sands, and the tentacles were gone, leaving only a very-pleased Pero lilting in the air.
            Orihime looked left and right, only partially covering her naked, cum-covered tits. “Where…?”
            “What happened?” exclaimed Nel with tentacle jizz coursing down her face.
            “A minor falter in my programming,” Pero admitted cheerily. “Not to worry. Urahara has fixed it, and there will be no more issues, pero.”
            Orihime and Nel glanced dubiously to one another.
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            “So this is the report.” Urahara mused over the footage captured on his Pero device, watching Orihime be strung up by tentacles and fucked mercilessly by them. Running on the side of the screen were diagnostics of Pero, pointing out the difficulty of accessing Orihime’s attributes in her current wear. And this put a smile on the candy shop owner’s face, and immediately, he went to work on designing an outfit for Orihime to wear that will allow much better accessibility.
            “After all,” he mused, making sure the outfit would put a lot of focus in exposing her breasts, “Kurosaki-san deserves a reward for his efforts.”
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