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Dark Blizzard
Shortly after the events of Fade to Black…
Squad Thirteen; Rukia’s Quarters
               The sun had yet to rise on the Soul Society. All was quiet in the Seireitei. For the majority of the Soul Reapers who kept the peace of the worlds, all was well. But in the Squad Thirteen barracks where a young Soul Reaper’s room was, that was certainly not the case.
               Rukia Kuchiki tossed and turned in bed, her dreams filled with dark laughter and the feeling of cold hands all over her body. Suddenly she woke up with an audible gasp, sitting up in bed and panting for breath. “A-another dream…” she murmured, finding herself covered in a cold sweat that soaked through the white robe she wore to bed. “No, that wasn’t a dream.” As she closed her eyes, she remembered the voice she’d heard in her sleep.
               “That was a nightmare.”
               Getting out of bed, the sleep-deprived Rukia shambled to the bathroom and turned on the light. Standing in front of the sink, she looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She looked a mess. Her hair was in complete disarray and she had dark bags under her eyes from so many sleepless nights. Rukia splashed water on her face in an attempt to wash the sleepiness away from her eyes.
               Taking deep breaths, the girl looked up and almost screamed when she saw her reflection in the mirror. She blinked and the reflection showed her normal self again. But Rukia was not convinced. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen her reflection distorted before but never so clearly. But it was a face she knew very well.
               It was the face she wore when her former friends Homura and Shizuka forced her to merge with them to become a dark and twisted version of herself. It was the face of Dark Rukia.
               A shiver ran down Rukia’s spine and she pulled away from the sink, fearful that she might see that face again. After the deaths of her former friends and her memories had returned to her, Rukia had thought everything had been resolved. But as the days and weeks passed by, Rukia began to notice things happening to her. Her dreams were becoming darker and she could hear a voice whispering to her in her most private moments. Then she started to see Dark Rukia’s face in the mirror. It had become all too clear that whatever happened to her during the events of her memory loss had not gone away. Despite Ichigo freeing her from its control, Dark Rukia was still a part of her.
               Sitting back down on the bed, Rukia buried her face in her hands and felt tears start to well up inside her. This dark demon had not gone away. She could feel it deep down inside of her. ‘Is this how Ichigo felt with his Inner Hollow?’
               Steeling her nerve, Rukia sat up and tried her best to calm herself. This was no time for tears. Whatever this creature inside her was, whether it was her own version of an Inner Hollow or some mere shadow of the demon she’d become, it needed to be addressed.
               “I…can’t tell Captain Ukitake though. Or my brother. They’ll be forced to take me to Captain Kurotsuchi and…” A chill went through Rukia. “That’d be worse than death.”
               There had to be a solution to this. If not to excise the dark creature within her than at least combat it. “But…it’s not an Inner Hollow though.” She looked out at the window. Dawn was peeking through the horizon but it brought her respite. “I don’t know what I have. I don’t have the same feeling I felt when Ichigo or Shinji put on their Hollow masks. It’s dark but…” She lacked the words to describe the feeling within her until she settled on one. “Exotic.”
               Heat flushed her cheeks as a low laugh echoed in her mind. Another shiver ran up her spine. This time it felt like she had hands slipping through her robe, caressing her body. Rukia quickly stood up and shook off the feeling, swatting herself as if to swat the invisible hands away. She didn’t know what this thing inside her was but she needed help. Rukia wasn’t foolish to think this was just going to go away. If she didn’t do something now, then something bad was going to happen.
               ‘Best case scenario is I go crazy from that voice in my head laughing at me. Worst case scenario…’ Her memory turned backward and she recalled the form she took when she’d been turned into Dark Rukia. ‘Worst case scenario I turn into that thing. And Ichigo might not be able to save me again next time.’
               As quick as she could, Rukia got dressed. She left a note for her captain saying that she had urgent business in Karakura Town. Luckily, she knew that her captain was kind and wouldn’t pry into her business. Rukia left no note for Renji or Byakuya since she knew they would be able to pick up something was wrong and the girl wasn’t ready to tell them.
               When Ukitake finally received the note later that morning, he merely assumed that she was going to visit Ichigo Kurosaki and see how he and Orihime were doing. But the man’s assumption was incorrect. It was the other special resident of Karakura Town that she was in need of: Kisuke Urahara.
Later…
Karakura Town; Urahara Shop
               Kisuke sat across the table while Tessai poured him and his guest tea. On a cushion in the corner nearby rested a sleeping black cat, her soft purring a comforting sound to the distressed Rukia. Kisuke took a long sip of tea and thought about everything Rukia had just told him. But if Rukia had been hoping for an answer, Kisuke was about to pop that notion like a balloon. “I’m…afraid I cannot help you, Rukia.”
               “What?!” Balling her hands with frustration beneath the table, Rukia just stared at the exiled Soul Reaper in disbelief. “But Kisuke! You’re the only Soul Reaper in existence besides Aizen who knows anything about Hollowfication! Surely you have some idea of how to deal with this.”
               Setting down his cup of tea, the man took off his hat and set it on the table before leaning back on his cushion. “I’m flattered you think so highly of me. But my knowledge of Hollowfication is tenuous at best. And based on what I know about what happens when a Soul Reaper develops an Inner Hollow, what you’re experiencing isn’t that.”
               “What?! But how? Ichigo said he experienced something similar with his Inner Hollow.”
               “Agreed. I’ll concede that your problem does share similarities with those of Ichigo and the Vizards who trained him. But there are a couple of factors that tell me that you are not suffering from the effects of normal Hollowfication. Or at the very least it’s an abnormal form of Hollowfication that’s unheard of. What happened to you that day has never been seem in the entire history of the Soul Society. Your fusion with Homura and Shizuka was caused by a self-induced wish, not as a result of Encroachment, the Hogyoku or Aizen’s experimentation.”
               “Right…” Rukia remembered how Homura wished that the three of them could be together forever, forcing Rukia to merge with them. “But…they were under the influence of a Hollow. Surely this is Hollowfication.”
               “Of a sorts, perhaps. But according to Ichigo and Byakuya you never donned a mask like a normal Vizard possesses. You did not have a hole open in your chest that signals when a person is Hollowfying. Not to mention that when Ichigo separated you three by giving you your powers the Hollow that had been possessing the pair had been destroyed. Whatever hold on you it had should have been released with its demise.”
               “So then…what is it?” Rukia’s hand clutched her chest, her uncertainty growing when she heard that soft laugh again. “I can hear it deep inside of me.”
               “The only thing I can think of is that some of the residual spirit energy that Dark Rukia had might have continued to exist long after the fusion had ended. But as to why it’s affecting you now is anyone’s guess.”
               “Isn’t there anything you can do?”
               “Not without being too pervasive,” the shopkeeper admitted. “But if you believe that what you’re experiencing is your unique version of a Inner Hollow, then I suggest you speak to Ichigo on the matter.”
               “I can’t. He and his friends are all out of town on vacation for the weekend. That’s why I came to you.”
               Sadly Urahara shrugged. “I’m sorry. But there’s nothing I can do at the moment to help until your symptoms become something that I know I can help with. The only advice I can give you is what the Vizards did.”
               “What did they do?”
               “Simple. They fought their Hollows into submission. That was how they managed to claim their Hollows’ powers for their own. But…” Kisuke gave her an honest answer. “I do not know if that’ll be the answer to your problem. It’s a new form of Hollowfication. So you might have to find a new way to deal with it.”
               Sitting on her cushion, Rukia looked down and felt cold, colder than when she wielded her zanpakuto. There was no use in attempting to probe Kisuke for information anymore. It was clear that whatever she was dealing with, she was on her own. “Okay. Thanks anyway.”
               Kisuke looked at her with a concerned expression. “Rukia, if this gets any worse, please come back. I will try to have something that can help you in a few days.”
               “Okay. Thanks Kisuke,” said Rukia with her back to him, walking out the door and heading back to the Soul Society. As the door closed behind her, the black cat opened her golden eyes and looked up. “It wasn’t wise to just let her leave, Kisuke. She’s clearly troubled and she’s not going to get better by just waiting and seeing.”
               “I’m quite aware, Yoruichi. But at the moment I’m not sure of what I even can do to help her. Not without performing some very invasive tests on her. And I do not feel like staring down the pointy end of Senbonzakura. I’m afraid that for the moment Rukia will have to find a way to solve this herself. She’s not exhibiting the same symptoms Ichigo had, so I don’t think she’s running the same risk of Dark Rukia regaining control over her.”
               “And if you’re wrong?”
               “Then I’m wrong.”
               “Wow. What confidence.”
Later that night…
Squad Thirteen; Rukia’s Room
               That night, Rukia lay in bed, tossing and turning again from restless sleep. Sweat broke out on her fair skin, soaking her night robe once again. But it wasn’t groans of despair and fear that escaped Rukia’s lips.
               They were moans of pleasure.
               Rukia dreamed that she was pinned to the floor by an invisible force. Hands of black and purple energy tore off her clothing, leaving her naked before a shadow that hovered above the naked girl. Lavender eyes with cat-like slits stared at her hungrily.
               The hands started to sensually caress Rukia’s naked body, heating her up with their touch. “What…do you want?” Rukia asked between moans. Fingers played with her petite breasts and another hand started to rub her womanly folds.
               The shadow leaned close until Rukia could see her reflection in the lavender eyes. “Acceptance.” The shadow took its hand and plunged three fingers into Rukia’s cunt, making the girl howl with ecstasy as she was brought to a swift orgasm.
               “Huh?”
               The young woman opened her eyes and sat up in bed, panting for breath. Throwing off the blanket, she found that she’d soiled the bed from her wet dream. “Dammit! I’m gonna have to change my sheets.” Climbing out of bed, she untied her night robe and tossed it away, peeling off her soaked panties. Standing naked in the moonlight, Rukia took deep breaths to calm herself down.
               Walking over to a full-length mirror she kept on the wall, Rukia looked at her naked body in the reflection. Her eyes focused on her chest, as if half-expecting to see a hole open up at any moment. But nothing happened. She didn’t feel Dark Rukia try to take control of her body but Rukia knew that she was there, deep down inside of her.
               “I can’t keep ignoring this anymore.” She knew it was time to face her inner demon, no matter the consequence. Looking at herself in the mirror, Rukia called out to who she knew was listening to her. “Come out. I know you’re there. Stop hiding.”
               For the longest time nothing happened. Rukia stared at her reflection and wondered if this was all just in her head; that maybe it was all just her imagination and she was just traumatized by what happened with Homura and Shizuka.
               Then her reflection became to be covered by a dark shadow.
               Rukia took a step back in horror. Though she was naked, she reached for her zanpakuto for a measure of safety as the shadow began to take form. Soon the visage of Dark Rukia stared back at her, a knowing smile on her face. “Well, well. I see you finally decided to stop trying to ignore me.’
               Though Dark Rukia had the face of the original, the features were slightly different. Rukia’s black hair and violet eyes were both exchanged for the color of lavender and her eyes were like a cat’s with vertical slits. However, since Rukia was in the nude she was also naked, with a beautiful petite body that matched the original, albeit her skin was more ashen white.
               “How are you here? Ichigo destroyed you.”
               “Physically, yes. But I was born of a wish,” reminded Dark Rukia. “And a wish never dies.”
               “What do you want? Are you like Ichigo’s Inner Hollow? I won’t let you possess my body!”
               Dark Rukia tsked, dismissing the Soul Reaper’s concern with a wave of the hand. “I have no intention of trying to take over you. I have no intention of being killed again by Ichigo Kurosaki. Make no mistake, I am no Inner Hollow. I am not the manifestation of instinct or evil like you think. No…” Lavender eyes glinted with a devious gleam. “I am the manifestation of your desires.”
               “What? What desires?”
               “All of them. I was born of a wish. And what is a wish if not desire.”
               “What do you want then? Why have you been tormenting my dreams? You claim you don’t want to harm me, but you’ve been doing a damn fine job of it these past few weeks.”
               “Harming you? Oh, my dear sweet Rukia, you truly don’t remember any of your dreams, do you?”
               “Not really,” answered back the raven-haired girl, though she did remember her latest nightmare. “What are you supposed to be? Lust incarnate?”
               “I suppose that’s a pretty apt description. As I told you, I was born of your desires. All of them. And among your desires is that for carnal pleasure. You wish to be touched, to be caressed, to experience pure bliss…” The smile on Dark Rukia’s face grew wider. “You also desire to be pinned to the floor, to be ravished and devoured in sexual ecstasy.”
               Rukia’s face turned bright red from her darker half’s words. “You lie! I don’t think like that!”
               “Oh really? How many times did you imagine Ichigo fucking you silly when you were living in his closet? When death stared you in the face and you spent what you thought was your final days waiting in that prison cell, how many times did you give in to ecstasy imagining Kaien and Renji ravishing you to make the pain of your imminent demise go away for a short time?”
               The words made Rukia go silent. Dark Rukia wasn’t wrong. She had been thinking those thoughts at the time. “So what exactly do you want?”
               The dark reflections stared back at Rukia for a quiet moment before she finally replied. “I grow tired of you wishing to avoid me, to try to ignore me. I enjoy teasing you in your dreams but now that we are passed that point, it’s time for you to accept me.”
               “Accept you?”
               “That’s right. I want you to accept me.” The ashen Dark Rukia ran a hand up the side of her naked body. Rukia shivered, feeling as if her own body was being touched. “I want to become one with you. And in order for that to happen…I need you to accept me.”
               “Become one?”
               Dark Rukia nodded, her lips forming a wide smile as her cat-like eyes gleamed with lust. “I don’t want to control you. I want us to become one. Ours would be a far more cohesive symbiosis than what Ichigo has with his Inner Hollow. Your power and mine will be one.”
               “And if I refuse?” Rukia was still on guard, doubtful that her darker half was telling her everything. Her grip on her zanpakuto handle tightened, knowing that Dark Rukia could bust out her scythe if she wanted to.
               The pale Rukia in the mirror raised an eyebrow in amusement. “I’ll persuade you. I want you to give in to your carnal desires. I have no need nor desire to fight you. I know you can feel this…” Dark Rukia cupped her breasts, gently playing with them in her soft hands. Her fingers circled her nipples, getting them hard.
               Rukia’s chest heated up as if someone was touching her. “Ah! What…what are you-“ She dropped her zanpakuto, her hands going to her breasts but unable to do anything to stop the sensations.
               “Our bodies are connected. You see, Rukia? I don’t need to fight you. But I want you to give in. Give in to your desires. Give in to me.”
               Both Soul Reaper and her reflection dropped to their knees. Dark Rukia grinned seductively at the woman staring back at her. Her hand cupped her breast, squeezing it painfully and earning a groan from Rukia. Her free hand snaked down her naked front. She moved her hand slowly, temptingly, down her belly. Fingers sensually circled her navel before they dipped lower, reaching the precious spot between her legs.
               Rukia bit down on her lip. In an attempt to fight the pleasure she dug her nails into her palm to introduce pain. But the shadow hand touching her loins refused to give way. “Nghhh…noooo…” she moaned pathetically.
               “Is this really so wrong? Is denying yourself desire truly important to you?” Dark Rukia stopped her fingering when she saw how much Rukia was trying to fight it. “I was born of the wish from Shizuka and Homura. They wanted you to be happy forever. I am the embodiment of their wish to stay forever with you. Would you really deny me? Would you really deny them?”
               The words hit home. Rukia froze up at the realization that Dark Rukia was right. It had been the sibling’s wish that they be together. And all Dark Rukia wanted to do was keep that wish alive. The feelings of despair Rukia felt as she watched the pair die before her eyes just as she finally remembered them. Was it wrong then to deny this person when she was the last living remnant of them? In the end, Rukia knew that she needed to stop fighting and accept Dark Rukia fully if she was ever to move on.
               Her body relaxed in front of Dark Rukia. “Okay. I get it now. You aren’t evil. You aren’t trying to possess me.”
               “Yes. Our joining will not affect you physically. Your mind will still be your own.”
               Somehow Rukia knew that this darker shade was not lying. “Then I won’t reject you anymore. You said I wanted to get carnal.” Her hand snaked downwards, her legs spreading while she squatted in front of Dark Rukia. “Then let’s get carnal.”
               Her fingers touched the pink folds. “Nghhh!” Rukia felt a surge rush through her as her hand started to work her pussy. It’s been so long since she played with herself that she forgot how good it felt.
               Dark Rukia smiled almost lovingly as Rukia masturbated in front of her, resuming her own fingering. “Oh yessss…”she hissed with lustful glee. Just as Rukia could feel Dark Rukia’s touching, so could the lavender-haired shadow. “That’s it…feel the desire within…” The dark Hollow-like creature could feel Rukia open herself to her, their hearts beating as one at last. Soon they were moving their fingers in unison. Dark Rukia mirrored Rukai’s actions as their bodies started to mentally become closer to one another.
               The girls sat down and slid closer to the mirror. Rukia raised a leg, seeing Dark Rukia’s pussy in the mirror’s reflection. She raised a hand and touched the glass lazily with the back of her fingers. Despite it being the dead of night, the mirror was warm to the touch. Her free hand returned to her cooch, this time plunging three fingers into her dripping snatch. “Is…is this wrong?” Rukia’s toes curled even as she pumped her fingers in and out, a squelching dirty sound filling the dark room.
               In the mirror, a hand was raised and circled Dark Rukia’s lips with a finger. Rukia mirrored the action though if it was her conscious action or Dark Rukia’s she didn’t know. “Does this feel wrong?”
               “No.” Rukia could feel Dark Rukia’s pleasure adding to her own. It didn’t frighten her like it did before. Now she wanted to feel more.
               “Then there’s your answer.” The pale woman took her hand and guided it downward, lifting her hips to let it sneak underneath it. Rukia cooed as her finger traveled across her ass until it reached her little ring of muscles. She squealed as it entered her asshole, moving in tandem with the fingers fucking her cooch. “Yes! Oh! Rukia! Oh yes!”
               “Mmmmmmh!” Rukia tensed, her hips started to buck into her fingers thrusting, her thumb pressing against her clit. The tension started building towards its crescendo. The ecstasy she could feel inside Dark Rukia told her that she was enjoying this just as much as she was. “I’m gonna cum!”
               “Me too!” cried the mirror version of Rukia, her tongue rolling out. “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard!”
               It was fortunate that Rukia’s quarters were kept away from most of the other officers of Squad Thirteen; a luxury her status as a Kuchiki granted her. Otherwise her cries of pleasure would have woken up the Squad and her captain would have come running to check on her.
               “Ah! Ahhh! I’m cumming!” howled Rukia. Her pussy squirted around her fingers, her back arching while she came all over the floor.
               “Yes! Yes! Oh yes! Here it cums!” squealed Dark Rukia, arching her back in unison with Rukia and climaxing at the same time her counterpart did.
               Feeling her legs give out for a moment, Rukia fell back onto the floor, taking her fingers out of her holes and letting her sweaty body cool down along with letting her thumping heartbeat quiet itself.
               “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it? You always act like you’re as pure as the driven snow.” Dark Rukia sat up, ending her mirror movement. “But you should know more than anyone that beneath the pure white snow is a seed waiting to blossom. Are you ready to blossom, Rukia?”
               “Yes…” Part of her worried about what was going to happen next but she nodded nonetheless. If Dark Rukia was indeed the embodiment of her desires and wishes then it was only right to accept them as a part of herself, rather than deny them and think she was above it all.
               “Good to hear. Now then, you said that we should get carnal, right? So let’s get carnal.” The absurdity of the situation grew tenfold when the mirror reflection of Rukia Kuchiki did the unthinkable.
               She stepped out of the mirror.
               As if she were a phantasm come to life, or a ghost crawling out of a VHS tape, Dark Rukia passed through the glass as if it were no more than a curtain, crawling out until she hovered over Rukia. The lavender-haired woman smiled down at her counterpart, licking her lips. “Ready to get carnal?”
               Rukia reached up and touched her darker half’s cheek. It was a surprise to feel how warm Dark Rukia was; the girl had expected the Hollow-like entity to be cold to the touch. She offered no words to the woman, instead sliding her hand towards the back of Dark Rukia’s head and pulling her into a kiss.
               The kiss was light and chaste, signaling Rukia’s acceptance. Running a hand through Rukia’s ebony hair, the pale woman deepened the kiss, her tongue asking for entrance by grazing the girl’s lips. She lowered herself onto Rukia and pressed her naked body against the Soul Reaper’s, her warmth banishing away the cold Rukia felt from laying on the cold floor.
               Lips opened and a tongue slipped inside Rukia’s mouth. “Mmmmmmmhhh…” The feeling of her tongue colliding with Dark Rukia’s was exquisite. She didn’t know if this counted as lesbian sex or selfcest but at the moment she didn’t care. Hands reached up and traveled across Dark Rukia’s thin backside, a hand reaching up to thread her fingers through the woman’s lavender locks while the other went downward to squeeze her ass.
               Passion became the word of the night, the girls enjoying every second of their tongue dueling. Dark Rukia pulled away from her counterpart’s lips, a string of saliva still connected them while she smiled down at the girl. Sitting up, she got off of Rukia and offered the Soul Reaper her hand. “The bed seems far more comfortable than the floor.”
               Nodding, Rukia took her hand and let the woman pull her to her feet. The cat-eyed version of Rukia put her hand on the girl’s ass while she guided her over towards the bed, squeezing her rump and digging her sharp nails into her.
               “Ah!” Rukia was taken aback when she was roughly shoved onto the bed, Dark Rukia pouncing on top of her like a predator that had cornered her prey. This time the kiss that followed was nowhere near as loving and tender. “Mmmmh!” Dark Rukia cupped Rukia’s face while smashing their lips together, climbing on top of the Soul Reaper with every intention of ravishing her with her hands and lips.
               Rukia turned her head away from the kiss, only for Dark Rukia to start attacking her neck, lavishing it with quick kisses and licks of her warm tongue. “Ooohhh…” Wrapping her arms around her darker half, Rukia started to grind her body against the pale woman. Dark Rukia licked her way back up the front of Rukia’s throat and neck until her tongue returned to the woman’s mouth. Rukia wrapped her lips around the warm organ and sucked on it, earning more moans from Dark Rukia.
               The touch of the woman on top of her made Rukia feel like her skin was on fire. Their breasts connected when their nipples touched, sending warm jolts of ecstasy surging through her. “Heheheh…oh yes…” hissed Dark Rukia when she felt Rukia writhe beneath her after pulling her tongue away from Rukia’s lips. “I know just how sensitive your breasts are. You might not be as stacked as Orihime or Rangiku.” Hands cupped Rukia’s mounds, making Rukia seethe with boiling pleasure. “But you love it when your tits are toyed with.”
               “Ah! Nghhh!” When Dark Rukia’s fingers pinched Rukia’s achingly hard nipples, Rukia’s face twisted with perverse glee. Her back arched while throwing her arms above her head. “Yes! Oooh!” Dark Rukia continued her assault on Rukia’s perky tits with her mouth. That hot tongue of Dark Rukia’s swirled around her sensitive tit before she started to lightly bite down with her teeth. “Nghhhh!” Rukia gripped the sheets hard, her nails threatening to tear through them while she struggled not to cum then and there.
               Unable to take it anymore the girl decided to respond in kind. Rukia abruptly sat up and pulled her dark counterpart’s mouth away from her nipple and gave her a deep kiss of her own. They moaned lustfully into each other’s mouths when Rukia reached down and put her hand against Dark Rukia’s pussy, finding it to be nice and wet. Putting her hands on the lavender-haired woman’s shoulders, she forced her down onto the bed before climbing on top of her. “Payback time.” Turning around, she put her legs between her shadow’s head and sat down on her face.
               The move was a surprise to Dark Rukia but it was welcoming to see Rukia getting so into it. Her hands reached up and dug into the Soul Reaper’s plump booty. Her warm tongue began to eagerly lick Rukia’s dripping folds, the taste of her womanhood exquisite to the embodiment of Rukia’s desires. A squeal came from her when Rukia laid down on top of her and started to eat out her own cunt as well.
               Two mouths moaned in unison. Two tongues licked pussy in unison. Their cunts were already soaking wet from their previous gushing orgasms. Rukia had never been intimate with a woman before; the taste of another’s womanhood was foreign to her. But she didn’t care. Rukia was enraptured by the ecstasy that swelled inside of her. Her heart felt fulfilled after accepting her innermost desires.
               “Mmmmh!” Dark Rukia dug her fingers into Rukia’s soft cheeks, her tongue plunging into the Soul Reaper’s depths. Rukia felt a shiver run down her spine when her darker half’s hot tongue touched her clit, responding in kind. The woman beneath her decided to up her ante by poking Rukia’s asshole. She knew that Rukia deep down loved having her asshole toyed with. Her legs spread wide when Rukia wrapped her lips around her clit, sucking on her precious jewel.
               The girls continued to pleasure each other 69-style. Rukia’s mind started to fog up again when that finger poking her asshole dug deep, wiggling inside her bottom. She sucked harder on Dark Rukia’s clit, pushing three fingers into the cat-eyed woman’s cunt, knowing right where to touch to hear a deep, aching moan come from beneath her.
               The girls rolled onto their sides, arching their backs and forming a circle in the moonlight. Between the pure Rukia and the seductive Dark Rukia, they formed a Ying-Yang of pure unadulterated ecstasy.
               Rukia was ready. Her body was screaming for release; her acceptance of her own inner desires complete. “Cum! Cum with me!” she pleaded, her fingers pumping in and out of Dark Rukia’s pussy, her hand soaked with her dripping juices. “Nghhh!” She felt another finger enter her asshole, teasing her further and bringing her closer to sweet release.
               Moaning into each other’s muffs, the two Rukia’s came as one. The girls licked up each other juices, delighting in the pleasure that coursed through their veins with the heat of lava and the fury of thunder.
               Dazed and exhausted from such amazing orgasms, Rukia pulled her fingers out of her other half’s pussy. A slutty moan left her lips when Dark Rukia’s fingers left her asshole. The lavender-haired version of Rukia turned around and laid next to her, welcoming her with a warm embrace. Letting Dark Rukia hold her, Rukia laid her head on the pillow, looking at the other woman’s smiling face. “So…what happens now? I turn into you?”
               “Nothing of the sort.” Kissing Rukia’s forehead, Dark Rukia hugged her tightly while happy to feel Rukia’s heart open to her. “My power is your power. We are one. If ever you need me, you need only call upon your desires and I will be there. Both in battle…’ she leaned forward and licked Rukia’s lips. “And in your bed. I’m glad we came to this understanding.”
               “Me too. I’m glad I didn’t have to fight you like Ichigo had to fight his.”
               “We’re different than the Vizards. You should never fear me, Rukia. I am not instinct. I am wish; I am desire. I will always be a part of you.”
               “I know…” replied the smiling Rukia.
               The two kissed one final time before Rukia closed her eyes. It took only a few moments for her to fall into a deep sleep, tired at last and freed of Dark Rukia’s toying dreams. The pale woman in her arms kissed her forehead again before her body started to glow with black and purple energy. Her body dissipating into spirit energy, the shade enveloped Rukia whole.
               Rukia became cocooned in Dark Rukia’s energy, her embodiment of desire nestling deep with her soul where she belonged. When dawn broke, the cocoon would disappear to reveal a single, unchanged Rukia.
               Until then Rukia slept on in what would be the best sleep she ever had, a content smile on her face throughout the night…
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