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One Shot, One Kiss

or

The Erotic Adventures of Ichigo and his Hypno Gun

A Bleach smut-o-rama

By

EvilFuzzy9

WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life, and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also from participating in any and all such activities until they are at the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of their state or principality.

(fair warning, there are shades of dubcon in this chapter)

"I love you."

Initially, Ichigo was surprised and confused by those words, because he wasn't certain how much of it was Orihime speaking and how much of it was because of the possibly successful hypnosis. It perplexed him somewhat, and for a moment or two he pondered the potential significance of these words.

If it's because of the gun, then that means it DID work... But, on the other hand, if the gun didn't work, then that would mean that everything Inoue just did with me... well, I suppose it would make sense in that context, though I still can't say WHY...

Eventually he decided to leave the matter for later.

So, after washing up, the pair left the shower, turning the faucet off. Orihime grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. It was a snug fit, and her breasts were only barely contained. Her hair was loose, long auburn strands hanging down across her back as water dripped from it onto the bathroom's linoleum floor. Her creamy peach skin glistened with droplets of water, little rivulets of moisture running down along her body.

Orihime was practically glowing as she looked with adoring eyes at Ichigo, who was preferring to let himself air dry. And Ichigo, for his part, was also having difficulty keeping his eyes off of Orihime – or more specifically, her...assets.

They played with each other a little bit as they went out into the living room, Orihime stroking Ichigo's bare abdomen and Ichigo fondling Orihime's breasts. Eventually, they sat down on the couch, Orihime stroking his member.

And it was as they were in this position that someone suddenly walked unannounced into the living room.

"Hello, Oriihiiimee~!" Rangiku Matsumoto chirped as she slipped into the living room of the girl's apartment, dressed in fashionably revealing clothes and carrying a number of shopping bags in her hands.

She then blinked when she saw the position Orihime was in, wearing nothing but a towel, with her hands wrapped around the impressive member of one Ichigo Kurosaki.

"Oooh..." she said slyly, smiling mischievously as she beheld the two teens. "So that's how it is.. How romantic!" she cheered, giving Orihime a thumbs up.

Ichigo sweatdropped at the buxom strawberry blonde's actions. Then, looking down at her considerable cleavage, it took him all of a second to decide what to do.

Grabbing hold of the hypno gun, he took aim at Matsumoto and fired, pumping his reiatsu into the blast that slammed into her.

The lieutenant's eyes became unfocused, and she looked down at Ichigo and Orihime with a longing expression on her face.

"Master..." she murmured, getting down on her knees before them. "...mistress...please fuck me..." Rangiku moaned, looking lustfully between Ichigo and Orihime, desperately undoing the buttons on her blouse to expose her massive mammaries, surpassed in size among Ichigo's harem by only Mahana, but Matsumoto had an explosive body to go with her tits.

Ichigo, standing up and throwing the soul reaper down onto the ground in her gigai, was happy to oblige her request, unbuttoning her short-shorts and pulling down her panties to reveal a smoothly shaved pussy that was already soaking wet. He slid his index finger into her moist slit, teasing it and causing her to moan.

"Master...!" she cried longingly, her hips bucking into Ichigo's hand as he stuck in his middle finger as well, twisting it around in her pussy and teasing her sensitive folds.

Orihime, meanwhile, was blushing and hesitantly touching herself as she watched Ichigo fingerbang Matsumoto, whimpering and moaning as she imagined herself in the shinigami's place. Just as she was starting to slide her fingers into her pussy, she heard Rangiku say,

"Mistress... fuck me..."

Her face went red at those words, and she was about to question what Matsumoto meant she felt Kurosaki-kun grab her hand with his free hand and squeeze.

"Do it," he told her reassuringly. "It sounds like she really needs it."

"But...but..." Orihime stammered, "How can I..."

"My face..." Matsumoto groaned, interrupting her. "Sit on my face... grind your pussy into my nose... make me lick your ass... I don't care how you do it, mistress... just fuck my face, make me your love-slave..."

"Well... I guess it would be mean to say no..." Orihime mumbled, before going ahead and awkwardly sitting down on Matsumoto's face, her pussy right next to the woman's mouth and her ass covering her eyes.

Ichigo, meanwhile, was up to three fingers inside of Rangiku's cunt, and he was intermittently smacking her voluptuous hips with his free hand. He was having fun debasing the shinigami lieutenant like this, listening to her squealing and moaning his name.

Certainly, there was a part of Ichigo that just wanted to stick his dick inside of her and get down to business, but the feeling of power he got from reducing her to a puddle of orgasmic bliss using nothing more than his bare hands was nice as well, in its own way.

Orihime yelped as she felt Rangiku's tongue flit out and lick her slit, and saw the woman's hand rise up to grab her hips and mash them harder against her face. It felt weird, sitting on someone like this, but... it was not unpleasant, she had to admit.

She moaned as the strawberry blonde's tongue went deeper inside her pussy, teasing it expertly. Matsumoto quickly located Orihime's clitoris and got to work stimulating it.

Shortly thereafter, Orihime was wailing ecstatically as she came right into Matsumoto's mouth, filling it with her womanly nectar, which the lieutenant gladly drank.

Ichigo, for his part, was unable to hold it in and came right onto the carpet with no stimulation other than the lewd noises being made by Orihime and Matsumoto, the latter of whom chose that moment to come, her juices gushing forth all over Ichigo's fingers.

"Ah, geez..." he muttered, looking at the sizable wad of fresh spunk sitting on the carpet. "Do you have a tissue or something that I could borrow, Inoue...?" he asked sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "I kind of made a mess on your carpet..."

Orihime, her eyes looking at the deposit of sperm on her carpet, smiled.

"That's no problem," she said cheerfully, "I can just lick it up~!"

Ichigo blinked.

"Uhh... Is that sanitary...?" he asked her, thinking of how carpets were magnets for dust and allergens.

"Kurosaki-kun's sperm is really tasty, so it's okay!" Orihime said brightly, causing Ichigo to face-fault.

"... that's not the problem..." he muttered, before shaking his head and sighing, deciding it wasn't worth arguing over. Besides, part of him was eager to see Matsumoto and Orihime debase themselves like that.

Orihime got down on her hands and knees, lowering her head to take in the scent of Ichigo's seed, which was permeating the carpet where it had landed. She smiled as the odor filled her nostrils, giggling to herself as she glanced over her shoulder at the expression on Ichigo's face.

"Itadakimasu~" she singsonged cheerfully, her tongue flitting out to taste the white mess her beloved crush had left on her carpet. She wiggled her hips excitedly, moaning at the exquisite flavor. It was delicious beyond comparison.

Beside her, Matsumoto also knelt down on all fours. Her face was flushed red as she shamelessly lapped up a mouthful of her master's seed, dragging the surface of her tongue across the rough carpet fibers to get every last bit. In contrast to Orihime, who was being more dainty and playful in licking up Ichigo's sperm, Matsumoto seemed almost desperate in the way she sucked up as much of his semen from the carpet as she could.

Ichigo grunted with pleasure as he watched the two voluptuous females eat his sperm off of the floor. The sight of them behaving in such a degrading manner was almost disturbingly arousing for him, and the prime view he was getting of their generous booties was almost too much to handle.

Orihime paused in licking the carpet to smile happily at the sound Ichigo masturbating to them. She wiggled her hips teasingly, raising her ass up into the air and silently urging him onward.

Matsumoto, for her part, copied the girl's actions, waggling her ass invitingly. She moaned disappointedly as she continued to run her tongue over the now-clean carpet for any lingering trace of her master's semen, but could not find any more.

"It's all gone..." she said miserably, staring at the now spotlessly clean spot on the carpet.

"Don't worry, Rangiku-san," Orihime brightly reassured her. "Kurosaki-kun can always give more, can't you, Kurosaki-kun?"

A wry grin found its way onto Ichigo's face.

"Yeah..." he said, his penis throbbing in his hand as he continued to jerk off at furious pace. "There's plenty more where that came from..."

And the moment after he said that, he came with a grin, thick ropes of semen spraying onto Orihime's and Matsumoto's asses. Orihime giggled at the feeling of Ichigo ejaculating all over her rear end, smiling at Rangiku.

"See?" she told the hypnotized shinigami lieutenant, who nodded slowly in response.

"Yes..." Matsumoto moaned huskily, her eyes dull and heavily clouded as they flicked over to Orihime's big, round bottom, which was covered in semen. "Master is most generous... and mistress is most beautiful..."

Then, before Orihime could react, Matsumoto was behind her, cupping her ass and hungrily sucking on her cheeks. The spacy, buxom young woman shivered as she felt Matsumoto licking the semen off of her butt cheeks. The strawberry blonde was very thorough in devouring her master's seed, though she was not inattentive to her mistress.

Orihime's breath hitched as she felt Matsumoto lovingly trace her entrance with the tip of her finger, even while the soul reaper ravished her behind with licking and sucking and biting, having at some point gone from licking up her master's seed to servicing her mistress. Several bright red hickeys covered Orihime's bottom from Matsumoto's ministrations, and more were being added by the minute.

Ichigo groaned heatedly as he watched Rangiku finger Orihime while kissing her ass, rock hard prick in hand. The sounds Orihime made were too cute, and Matsumoto was every bit as sensual as he could have imagined. It was too much for him; he couldn't just watch.

Stepping forward and moving closer to the two girls, he grabbed hold of Rangiku's hips, and violently rammed his dick into her pussy, incidentally smearing his pelvis with the semen covering her ass as he took her.

Orihime yelped, as this sudden jarring motion caused Matsumoto to bite down extra hard, actually breaking the skin and drawing the smallest bit of blood, which the Tenth Division's lieutenant gladly licked up.

Ichigo moaned as he pounded Matsumoto. While her pussy was not as tight as some of the others he'd sampled today, it was exceptionally hot and juicy, so he found it easier to thrust in and out of. Additionally, the way her ass jiggled in time with his thrusts was also enticing, and her lewd, sultry moans were incredible as well.

Orihime was happy as she heard Ichigo and Matsumoto moaning and felt Matsumoto's fingers go deeper inside her. She was content to please Ichigo in any way she could, however indirectly. Nothing could please her more than pleasing Kurosaki-kun, and she was pleased with this.

... though with that said, the feeling of Matsumoto's face being repeatedly rammed into and against her ass by Ichigo's fucking was also a turn on.

Ichigo gasped as he felt himself come, his seed filling up Matsumoto's pussy. Matsumoto, in turn, came at the sensation of being filled up with her master's seed. Lost in ecstasy, and her face shoved right between Orihime's butt cheeks, Matsumoto moaned ecstatically. This, consequently, stimulated Orihime to the point orgasm, and she also came.

Exhausted, the two girls collapsed at Ichigo's feet, and they looked up at him adoringly. Ichigo smiled down at them, before twinging as he felt his member stand erect once more.

"You two look exhausted," he remarked, glancing at the sweating and shivering forms of Matsumoto and Orihime.

"I am sorry, master..." whimpered Rangiku weakly. "If I could pleasure you and mistrss more, I would... but I don't have the strength left in me. You are so overwhelming..."

Orihime smiled dreamily. "Oh, he really is..." she moaned delightedly. "I don't think I can even stand. It's so sore..."

Ichigo sweatdropped. "Ah, sorry..." he said, but Orihime shook her head.

"No, I... I like it, like this. I love being fucked raw by you, Kurosaki-kun," she told him adoringly. "I just don't have much endurance, yet."

"I don't know..." muttered Ichigo a little thoughtfully. "You definitely lasted pretty long, in your own right."

Orihime blushed, flattered by this remark.

"Ah, but you are still horny, aren't you, master...?" interjected Matsumoto weakly, rolling her head on her shoulders and shifting the weight of her bosom. "If I could still move, I would gladly help you with that..."

Orihime smiled. "There's nothing to say our bodies can't still relieve him, though," she said softly.

Ichigo shook his head, however.

"No," he said, "You girls need your rest. I can go take care of this somewhere else. When you're able to walk again, go over to my place. I'll meet you girls there, later."

"As you wish, master," said Rangiku. "I shall accompany mistress." She scooted herself a little closer to Orihime, smiling and wrapping her arms around the buxom young beauty.

Weakly, Orihime kissed Matsumoto on the lips.

"Feel free to take your time," she told Ichigo happily, snuggling up a little closer to the Tenth Division lieutenant.

Ichigo gave them a grin, finding himself greatly appreciating the view.

"I will," he promised, already thinking about all of the other lovely ladies he could find and play with. "You girls take care, okay?"

"Okay," purred Rangiku, nuzzling her head into her mistress's bosom.

Waving goodbye, Ichigo walked out the door.

...and a second later he came back in, still naked. Blushing sheepishly, he grabbed his clothes and threw them on.

Then he left again, this time for real.

For a moment, Ichigo pondered where he would start. There were so many lovely, available ladies just in Karakura Town, and it was a little daunting to realize how many options he had.

But, after a moment of thought, he ultimately decided to go check out the Vizard chicks. Certainly, they would probably be tougher, and have more endurance than most other girls. With any luck, they would even last long enough to take the edge off of his sexual hunger.

So, deciding he would go look for the Vizards, Ichigo set out. It did not take him long to find their hideout – the location was the same as it had been when they were training him to control his hollow powers.

So yes, finding it was easy. Getting inside, however...

"Hey! Open up already!" Ichigo shouted irritably, banging his fist on the door of the outwardly decrepit abandoned warehouse that the Vizards called home. "It's me, Ichigo!"

Despite being able to find the place without any trouble, it was nonetheless proving significantly more difficult for Ichigo to actually gain entrance. Despite the fact that he had been banging on the door for a good few minutes, nobody had answered it so far. And it was locked tight with quite a bit more than just a deadbolt or a padlock – Hachi's barrier kido were nearly unsurpassed in strength, and while Ichigo could probably blow them down if he applied enough force, he'd rather not have to do something like that.

Which was why he was instead standing outside their door and shouting for them to let him in.

"Dammit, you assholes!" Ichigo finally snapped, his patience spent. "Are you guys even home?!"

And that was right about when a sandal flew in from his blind spot and smacked him in the back of the head.

"Oy, oy," came the sound of one Hiyori Sarugaki's voice. "Who do you think yer shouting at, baldy?"

Ichigo grumbled sorely, rubbing the back of his head where Hiyori's sandal had struck.

"Watch where you throw that, you damn snaggle-tooth!" Ichigo snapped back reflexively, turning around and angrily taking the gun out of his pocket and pulling the trigger.

Hiyori's eyes widened at the sight of the device in Ichigo's hands. Her frame visibly tensed, and a second later her eyes narrowed.

The ambient spiritual pressure suddenly spiked.

Before Ichigo could fire at her, Hiyori had manifested her hollow mask, causing her reiryoku to skyrocket.

"What the hell, baldy?!" she snarled, her voice distorted by her mask. Whipping out her zanpakuto, she easily deflected the red sphere of energy he shot at her. "What are you doing with a dangerous toy like that?!"

At first, Ichigo was surprised and confused by how Hiyori had managed to defend against the gun's blast so easily, but then he growled at her words sunk in.

"Ehh?!" he said. "If it's so dangerous, then don't call it a toy, dumbass! And how the hell did you block that, anyway?"

Hiyori did not answer immediately. Instead, she leaped up into the air and shouted, "Chop cleanly, Kubikiri Orochi!" before descending upon Ichigo, the serrated teeth of her large blade – which was comparable in size to his own Zangetsu – ripping through the air towards him in a frightening blur.

Ichigo barely managed to dodge her attack, which left a sizable impact crater in the street.

"What the hell—?" he exclaimed, more than a little freaked by the genuine ferocity of her assault. "Are you trying to kill me?!"

Hiyori slowly looked up, the horn of her skeletal hollow mask accentuating the deathly glare from her color-shifted eyes.

"Yes," she snarled, raising her sword and holding it horizontally before her. "I ain't gonna let you use that thing on me without a fight."

Gritting his teeth, Ichigo skipped back a few feet away from the hollowfied Hiyori and popped Kon's gikongan into his mouth. Like a hell butterfly emerging from its chrysalis, his spiritual body burst out from the gigai, Zangetsu at his back and reiatsu soaring.

"Get my gigai somewhere safe, Kon!" he ordered the mod soul, who took one look at the bloodthirsty Vizard chick and hightailed it out of there at a speed that would have made the Goddess of Flash Yoruichi herself green with envy.

"So you're seriously gonna fight me, then..." Hiyori observed, lowering her stance, her body like a spring being compressed. "Fucking pervert."

Immediately, the energy built up in her form was released, and she sprang forth at a terrifying speed. Almost instantly she closed the distance between her and Ichigo, and she swung Kubikiri Orochi in a wide arc, her sharpened reiatsu cutting down lampposts on either side of the street.

But Ichigo was ready for her, and faster than you could blink he had drawn Zangetsu and parried her wild attack. The force of their clashing spiritual pressures tore up the cement beneath their feet, and both sides held firm.

"Tch," Hiyori muttered, arms straining futilely to try and push her wicked-looking weapon forward. "You've gotten tougher, dickhead..."

"So it's dickhead, now, is it...?" Ichigo said casually, holding Zangetsu vertically with a single hand, almost effortlessly keeping Hiyori's zanpakuto immobile.

Ostensibly, the two of them were in a stalemate, their swords locked together, but Ichigo clearly held the upper hand. At one time, Hiyori could have given him a serious run for his money like this, and he wouldn't have dared to fight her without donning his hollow mask as well. But that time was past, and he now had far exceeded her in terms of raw strength, and he was at least as skilled with handling his weapon as she was with hers. Hiyori simply could not hold a candle to him, and she knew it.

The fact of the matter was, before her hollowfication she had been a lieutenant – while her mask gave her a significant power boost, and while she grown in skill somewhat during her exile in the world of the living, Ichigo had advanced to a whole other level. Only someone at high captain level or above could hope to even have a chance of beating the substitute soul reaper. Even the Captain Commander, who had been resurrected and rejuvenated at great cost by Orihime after the war with the Quincies, would have to go all out if he wanted to fight Ichigo without getting seriously injured.

Simply put, Hiyori wasn't even in the same league as Ichigo... But then, she was a lot like him, in a way: namely that she never gave up, even when hopelessly outmatched. Additionally, she recognized the device in Ichigo's hands from her time working under Urahara, and while she didn't understand the science behind it, she remembered very clearly what the device was intended for, a joke though it had originally been.

And she had no intention of becoming anyone's sex slave... well, not without a fight, at least.

So she hopped back, abandoning the deadlock between their blades. And with a blur, she disappeared in shun-po, before reappearing behind Ichigo. Mindful of not doing too much damage to her surroundings, the petite blonde opted for a simple sword swipe rather than something more powerful, like a pointblank cero.

Ichigo did not appear to react in time, and she slammed the jagged, toothy edge of her sword into his back before he could block, and small amount blood sprayed onto her shirt.

She smirked. Ichigo was strong, and fast, but none of that mattered if she could catch him off guard...

Then her eyes widened when she saw that the teeth of her Kubikiri Orochi had somehow stopped short of breaking Ichigo's skin. Oh, it had definitely made contact, and the attack had landed at the ideal angle, but it simplyhad not cut his skin. She might as well have tried cutting through a steel wall for all the damage she'd done to him, the rip in his shihakusho notwithstanding. Except she could cut through steel comparatively easily, even with just her unreleased blade.

But, then, where had the blood come from...?

Looking down, she noticed the state of her hands. They were raw, cut up, and bleeding. Unbidden, a line from the texts of the shinigami academy came to mind.

In a clash between two spiritual pressures, the greater one is victorious. The greater the disparity is, the more pronounced the effects become.

Was Ichigo's reiatsu really so far above hers that even with her hollow mask she not only could not cut him, but actually hurt herself just by trying?

"Ah, thanks," Ichigo said, breaking up Hiyori's internal monologue as he leaned slightly into the edge of her blade. "That itch in my back was driving me crazy, but I couldn't reach it."

He then stepped forward and turned around, raising Zangetsu aloft, the sunlight glinting upon its tip. He grinned at Hiyori, the very slightest hint of animalistic glee in his curled lips and bared teeth.

"But unless you're thinking of surrendering already," Ichigo continued conversationally, "we should probably get back to the fight."

He then swung Zangetsu down, and the street was instantly split straight down the middle for a distance of at least three city blocks by a flawlessly straight, deeply gouged crevice.

Hiyori could not hold back the audible squeak that escaped from her throat at the sight of the cleanly cleaved gash in the cement. This was crazy... he could really do something like that just by swinging his sword?!

For a moment, she wondered if maybe it wouldn't be better just to give in now before she could get seriously hurt. But she quickly beat this thought back down. She wasn't going to give up without a fight. If Ichigo was tough enough to take her down, then he wasn't worth the hassle of getting involved with. She respected strength more than anything else.

Gritting her teeth, Hiyori let loose a bestial howl. Spiritual power rushed through her body, her irises gleaming with a menacing golden light behind her mask.

The air, stirred up by the sudden torrential flow of reiatsu, whirled about her sword and body and limbs. The loose fabric of her red jogging suit flapped and fluttered in the cyclonic winds, and her white, blood-stained shirt was pressed against the slender curves of her small bust.

She would not give up so easily!

Leaning forward, Hiyori shot a quickly charged cero from her mouth, the beam razing many of the nearby empty warehouses.

The Vizard hideout, luckily enough, was in the other direction from where she'd aimed, but she knew it would be best to finish this quickly, one way or another. The authorities would no doubt come running to the site of the explosion soon enough, and even if they couldn't see her or the others, it would still be a pain in the ass to put up with the inevitable commotion.

Dashing forward, she loosed her blade in an overhead swing, concentrating her full spiritual power into the teeth of the edge in hopes of successfully cutting Ichigo.

It was not to be that easy, however, as Ichigo swung Zangetsu with a single hand, an inscrutable expression on his face. Like cutting through warm butter, he sliced Kubikiri Orochi in half down the blade, easily splitting off its cutting edge.

Hiyori's eyes were wide as she looked at what remained of her zanpakuto. Then she felt something warm run down the bridge of her nose, and she realized that her mask had also been cut.

She snarled, raising a hand to the cut in her mask. "You motherfucking bastard son of a bitch..." she growled, her voice dangerously low. "You cut my face...This better not scar, dickhead!" she roared, firing another, larger cero at Ichigo.

"Ah," Ichigo said, eying the oncoming beam unconcernedly. Almost lazily brandishing Zangetsu, he swung and split the cero in half. Then he vanished.

"Sorry about that," he continued, reappearing before her an instant later. "Orihime should be able to fix it up no problem, though."

He then swung again, this time across Hiyori's torso. Zangetsu tore the front of her shirt into shreds with a controlled blast of energy along the edge, baring her small, perky tits even as fair amount blood sprayed from a diagonal cut across her chest. A suppressed, savage part of him found the sight beautiful, and was aroused seeing Hiyori's small, delicate-seeming frame stained with flowing crimson.

And it was actually a bit surprising, to Ichigo, how much blood was pouring from Hiyori's wound. He had carefully, intuitively measured and determined the necessary force and angle to get the best results the instant he'd attacked, and he'd been extremely careful not to do any serious damage – a very big part of being as powerful as he was now was knowing how to reign that power in, and he had been progressing in that by leaps and bounds the last few weeks.

Still, a second, closer look reassured him that despite the amount of blood, the wound itself was superficial, the cut shallow.

Glancing up at Hiyori's face, Ichigo saw that her hollow mask had dissipated, and also that there was now a diagonal cut across her nose from which blood was also trickling, though in much smaller amounts. The red fluid was streaked and smeared all over her body, and she was lying down limply, looking up at him weakly.

"Shit..." she hissed, looking into his eyes and seeing compassion as well as desire. "This is really happening..."

She sighed, spreading her arms. "Well...?" she said, trying to sound irritable even though her voice was weak. "Get it over with... and hypnotize me... baldy."

Ichigo was silent, but he nodded. Taking out the gun and holding it up, he looked it over thoughtfully, occasional glancing back at Hiyori, an indiscernible look in his eyes. After a few moments of this, he briefly fiddled with the settings on the gun, before taking aim and firing.

The red ball of light shot out of the barrel and washed over Hiyori's bare breasts. When the light faded, a moment later, she blinked. Weakly, she reached a hand up and absently scratched at the spot where the light had hit her, though she was mindful of the cut across her chest.

"... did it work...?" she muttered, confused. "...I don't feel any different..." She looked up at Ichigo and glared at him. "Are you sure you did that right, baldy?" she rasped condescendingly despite her position.

Ichigo smirked wickedly. "I don't know," he said pleasantly. "But let's find out."

He took out his member, which was perversely erect at the sight of the bloodied up Vizard lying on the ground before him, and grasped it in one hand.

"Take off your pants," he commanded her.

Hiyori's face reddened, and she glared death at him.

"No way in hell, dickhead!" she snarled.

But then she noticed that her hands were moving, seemingly of their own accord. And it was with dawning horror that she watched them unbutton her trousers and slide them down in spite of all her attempts to make them stop. Once her pants were off, revealing her smooth but skinny legs and small, cutesy pink cotton panties.

Ichigo stepped closer, casually jerking himself off to the expression on Hiyori's face. Her cheeks were red with more than just blood, and there were tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.

He knelt down on top of her, his penis pressing against the entrance of her pussy through her panties, causing the blonde to whimper. Bending his head low, he teased the cut on Hiyori's chest, lustfully lapping up the blood and savoring the tangy, metallic flavor.

Hiyori moaned even as Ichigo reached up with his hands to cup her small, blood-covered breasts. She was horrified at what was happening to her, and tears were threatening to pour from her eyes. But she was also growing aroused, her pussy wet against all odds. She wasn't too seriously injured from the fight, but she was weak from blood loss, her skin a shade paler than was usual.

Her throat dry and her lips sticky with blood from the cut on her nose, Hiyori whispered two words, and the tears fell from her eyes.

"Fuck you," Hiyori whispered defiantly, tears running down her cheeks as Ichigo licked her chest-wound and sharply tweaked her nipples. Her voice was raw and hoarse, but the anger and indignation were clear in her tone.

Ichigo chuckled, pulling back from licking her wound. He grinned, the blood on his lips giving him a frightening appearance. He leaned forward until their noses were nearly touching.

"Kiss me," he ordered. "Lick the blood from my lips."

Hiyori would have cursed him, but her lips mashed themselves up against his mouth before she could speak.

Her tongue flitted into his mouth, worshipfully tasting him even as her body was wracking with sobs. Her breasts hurt, Ichigo's hands roughly abusing them, and her pussy ached as he rammed his penis into her cunt. He was raping her pussy, and all she was able to do was lie back and let him. Worse still, she was being forced to kiss him, her body betraying her and gladly doing as he commanded, even though she wanted nothing more than to push him off and run away...

Ichigo's dick twitched as he pumped it in and out of Hiyori's pussy. She was nearly as tight as Ururu had been, and the fabric of her panties, the only thing separating them, provided a unique sensation as he fucked her. Feeling Hiyori's tongue run over his lips, he bit down on it, just hard enough to draw blood. He was finding himself quickly growing addicted to the taste of her blood as he licked it up, running his tongue over hers, and the look of pain in her eyes was exquisite.

He came inside her, into her panties, and he squeezed her petite tits hard enough to draw blood, his fingernails digging into the skin.

He then pulled back from the kiss, looking down at her smugly.

"Do you enjoy that?" he asked Hiyori cruelly, cupping her chin in his hand as she sobbed, tears running down her face and mingling with the blood from her cut. "Do you enjoy being raped, you little slut? Do you get off on being abused like this?" To punctuate his sentence, he roughly slapped the side of Hiyori's ass with his free hand.

For a moment, Hiyori was silent save for the occasional sob. But then she opened her mouth.

"...Yes," Hiyori whimpered, tears streaming from her eyes and tongue rolling from her mouth, Ichigo's taste lingering upon it. She was humiliated with how her body reacting to this abuse, but she could not deny that it was turning her on.

No matter how much it pained her to admit.

"How surprising," came a very familiar voice from a ways up.

"Yeah!" chirped another voice. "Hiyori-chan's such a peeeerrv~!"

A look of horror dawned on the blonde's face, and she looked up to see two of her fellow Vizards, Lisa and Mashiro, standing in he air above them.

Mashiro was crouched down, breasts pressed against her knees as she watched Ichigo and Hiyori like she might a televised program. Standing next to her, in a short skirt and no panties (to Ichigo's delight, given his vantage point), an adults only doujinshi in one hand, was the dark-haired kuudere meganekko, Lisa Yadomaru.

"Heeee~eey, Hiyori-chan, Berry-san," Mashiro said with a smile, seeing Hiyori and Ichigo looking up at her. "Havin' fun~?"

"Obviously they are," Lisa answered in their stead. "Just look at them. I never would have taken Hiyori for a masochist though..."

Hiyori was silent, but it looked like she wanted to say something.

Embarrassment and indignation giving her strength, Hiyori bodily shoved Ichigo off of her and glared at the two.

"I do NOT!" the blonde snarled, hopping up to her feet wearing only the red jacket of her jogging suit. "He forced himself on me!" she exclaimed, pointing accusingly at Ichigo. "He beat me up and raped me! "

Mashiro giggled. "And you liiiiked it~" she teased, causing Hiyori to glare daggers.

"No, I didn't!" Hiyori protested adamantly. "I ain't into that sort of thing!"

"That's not what your book collection says..." Lisa commented, lazily turning a page in her doujinshi.

Hiyori spluttered at this, her face redder than ever and her eyes wide as dinner plates.

Mashiro then dropped down from the air, landing right in front of Ichigo, apparently bored with teasing Hiyori.

"Can you rape me next, Berry-tan~?" she asked the orange haired teen sweetly, pouting cutely and fluttering her eyelashes.

Ichigo scowled at Mashiro's use of such a childish honorific as '-tan' and the fact that she was calling him 'Berry', though her request was relevant to his interests.

"Only if you stop calling me 'Berry-tan'," he said gruffly, casually glancing momentarily up at Lisa to take another look up her skirt.

Lisa, noticing the direction of his gaze, smirked and shifted her stance, spreading her legs to give him a better view of her dripping wet pussy.

"Fucking perverts..." Hiyori growled, arms crossed over her chest.

"Okey-dokey!" Mashiro singsonged, ignoring Hiyori and twirling around once before wrapping arms around Ichigo's shoulders. "So," she said cutely, "Will you rape me now, Berry-tama?"

Ichigo snarled and flipped Mashiro over, forcefully throwing her to the ground. He tore off the seat of her jumpsuit, baring her round, creamy ass.

"Yaaay!" Mashiro cheered, excitedly wiggling her hips. "Berry-tama's raping me~!"

"No..." Ichigo said lowly, holding the gun to the back of her head. "I have to punish you, first." He pulled the trigger, and a red light washed over her body.

Mashiro blinked confusedly as she felt a strange warmth run through her body.

"...Berry-tama...?" she said uncertainly, wondering what Ichigo had just done.

A vein bulged in Ichigo's temple, and he sharply smacked the palm of his hand against Mashiro's bare ass with a thunderous crack.

"Call me 'master'!" he snapped, raising his hand up and bringing it down again with twice as much force as the last. Mashiro let out a pained squeal.

"I'm sorry, master!" she wailed. "I'm sorry!"

Ichigo paused for a moment, considering. Then he brought his hand down again, once more doubling the force.

Mashiro's ass jiggled violently from the force of the blow, her body jerking forward from the momentum behind Ichigo's hand. She cried out, tears forming in her eyes.

"Please, master!" she moaned, a nasty red welt already starting to form on her bottom. "Please forgive me! I won't do it again, I promise! I'll do anything you say, but please just stop! It hurts! It hurts too much! It hurts so much I could die!"

Ichigo tugged at the bottom of the hole he had made in Mashiro's jumpsuit, ripping it further to reveal her cunt. He observed it interestedly, casually sticking a finger in even as he once again brought his other hand down to spank her again, once more doubling the strength of the blow.

The verdette shrieked in agony, screaming incoherent pleas for him to stop and exclamations that she was really gonna die at this rate.

"Something like this won't kill you," Ichigo told her dismissively. "I'm not even hitting you that hard. And besides..." he added, feeling the hot juices covering his finger, "...it looks like this is turning you on."

Mashiro whimpered.

"...I'm sorry, master..."

Ichigo smiled softly.

"Well, I think you've leaned your lesson, now..." he said, eliciting a joyous cry from Mashiro. He chuckled at the happy expression on her face. "Cute..." he muttered, before turning his attention over to Lisa.

"Oy, you," Ichigo called out to the bespectacled beauty, who was masturbating in the air just above him and Mashiro "Why don't you come down here and help me with Mashiro."

Hiyori, who sitting a good distance away from them, snorted distastefully, causing Lisa to smirk.

"Don't be like that, Hiyori," Lisa lectured nonchalantly as she dropped down to Ichigo and Mashiro's level. "The human body is a beautiful thing, but the joining of two or more bodies in the heat of youthful, forbidden passion is even moreso."

"We ain't humans," Hiyori huffed petulantly, a faint blush on her face and her fingers suspiciously close to her soaking wet pussy. "We're Vizards."

Lisa smiled, kneeling down behind Mashiro as Ichigo stood over her, his penis out. She gently caressed one of Mashiro's red, abused buttocks, eliciting a cute hiss from the girl. Glancing over at the flustered Hiyori, she said,

"And thus we are not bound to any preexisting notions of decency or propriety, human, shinigami, or otherwise."

Lisa then spread Mashiro's buttocks for Ichigo, the girl whimpering as Lisa manhandled her sore cheeks. As Ichigo pressed the tip of his penis against Mashiro's anus, she leaned in to lick the rim, expertly teasing both Ichigo's cock and Mashiro's ass.

Ichigo grunted, forcibly shoving more of his dick in Mashiro's ass as Lisa continued to generously lubricate the two with her saliva, moaning huskily as she did so.

Then Lisa pulled back as Ichigo began to seriously pound Mashiro, and she moved her attention to the girl's pussy. Moving so that her mouth was next to Mashiro's crotch and her crotch was next to Mashiro's mouth, the perverted bookworm mashed her groin into the verdette's face while also mashing her face into the verdette's groin.

And Ichigo continued to ream Mashiro's ass.

Hiyori shivered at the sight, and she whimpered as she felt the longing, burning ache in her pussy. She would never admit it, but she was... not unattracted to her two fellow female Vizards, and Ichigo was also easy on the eyes. But she was too proud to ever actually admit as much.

Still, she could not exactly ignore the burning in her womb. She could not deny the arousal she was feeling.

With a moan, unable to restrain herself any longer, Hiyori plunged her fingers into her pussy as she watched Ichigo pound Mashiro's ass and Mashiro and Lisa eat each other out. She reached deep inside, plunging her fingers in and out as the heat in her pussy continued to build.

She was burning up and panting, face red and body slick with sweat. She writhed and moaned as she masturbated furiously. She was horny, oh so horny, and before she knew it was sticking not just one or two fingers into her cunt, but all five. Her hand was up to its knuckles in her vagina, stretching it out like Ichigo's dick had.

Hiyori's fingers were slick and sticky with her juices as she played with her pussy, and she was panting. Her eyes were nearly rolled back in her head, and she was indiscriminately screaming out Ichigo, Mashiro, and Lisa's names, too horny to care about her reputation at the moment.

As the fingers of one hand delved her cunt, Hiyori raised the other to her chest. Instead of toying with her breasts, however, she traced the cut along her chest, moaning at the slight pain. The wound was faint and barely there, the advanced regeneration afforded to her by her hollow powers having already mostly healed it. It was a shallow cut to begin with, and soon there would be no more trace of it. The same went for the cut on her nose, and her tongue was as whole and healthy as it had ever been.

Her hand then dropped lower down her torso, to her midsection, even as she groaned lustfully and wildly bucked her hips. Her fingers traced part of a straight, ugly scar that seemed to wrap the whole way around her narrow waist.

Anger rose up in the pit of her stomach as she remembered the person who had done it to her... That bastard nearly completely bifurcated her during the Battle of the Fake Karakura Town, and he had done it with insulting ease, an infuriating, vulpine grin on his face.

She remembered the horrible pain, the sensation of having the two halves of her body separated... And, in the throes of blind passion as she neared climax, she imagined it being done to her not by Gin, but by Ichigo...

She came with an almost mournful wail, and collapsed against the outer wall of the Vizard hideout. As the glow of orgasm faded, and Hiyori realized just what she had been fantasizing about prior to coming, she decided with a disturbed shiver to lock that particular fantasy away and never again let it see the light of day.

She was not a freaky pervert, dammit!

A/N: As I've had some people make requests for stuff they'd like to see in this fic, I feel the need to point out that all of this is stuff that was written over the course of several weeks more than a year ago. For frame of reference: everything you see right now was written BEFORE we learned that Ichigo was indeed a quincy. In fact, I think that only happened around the very end of writing for all this. And we're still a LONG way from the end.

Just so you know.

Updated: 12-3-13

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