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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.

(a touch of outright noncon later in)

Chizuru Honsho was a very happy camper as she lovingly attended to her princess's bosom. Her lips were pressed against the aereola of Orihime's left tit as she licked and sucked on the nipple, and her hands massaged the rest of the breast.

Next to her, the tomboyish Tatsuki Arisawa was doing likewise, face red as she moaned surprisingly cutely at the forbidden pleasure of servicing her best friend. She was buck naked, and her skin was flushed and covered with sweat.

Standing behind and leaning over the two of them was Rukia Kuchiki, whose lips were locked with Orihime's in a passionate kiss. Their tongues wrestled back and forth, neither one quite seeking to dominate the other, but nor either one wishing to submit. Those two, Orihime and Rukia, were, in the somewhat nebulous hierarchy of those enslaved by Ichigo, indisputably at the top of the ladder, beneath only Ichigo himself.

Orihime moaned as she forcefully ground her ass into the face of Nozomi Kujo, finding herself rather greatly enjoying this. Senna was on all fours licking her pussy and playing with Nozomi's breasts, and Mahana was squeezing and rubbing her Eiken-grade tits against Orihime's back, moaning lewdly.

Rukia, meanwhile, whined softly as she felt Karin and Yuzu licking and fingering her pussy while Ururu shyly kneaded her buttocks and licked her anus. Matsumoto was pressing herself against Rukia's back and playing with her fellow lieutenant's small breasts.

The day was slowly, gradually fading into dusk as these girls writhed in a sweaty, sensual mass of female flesh, but they showed no sign of stopping any time soon. They were aroused beyond control, and with Orihime being able to heal any weariness by "rejecting" their exhaustion, there was nothing short of immediate, life-threatening danger that could make them stop.

And so they kept right on going well into the night.

Meanwhile, as the girls at the Kurosaki house had their fun with each other while their master was away, Ichigo himself was coming inside Mashiro's raw, abused ass for the fifth time in an hour.

Ichigo groaned as he finally pulled out of Mashiro's ass, his seed spilling out of the torn up hole and caking Mashiro's crack and buttocks. The girl moaned senselessly, tongue hanging out from her mouth, her breath coming in pants. Her eyes were glassy and misty, cheeks flushed and stained with tear tracks.

Mashiro's jumpsuit was in tatters, having been torn up partly by Ichigo's hands and partly by rubbing so much, so hard, against the rough surface of the sidewalk. Her ass, underneath all the semen, was basically one big splotchy bruise, her anus stretched out and shredded by Ichigo's massive dick.

Her kneecaps and the palms of her hands were red and raw from when she had been on all fours. Her belly was also red and scraped up, since she had been laid flat into the ground by the sheer power of Ichigo's thrusts around fifteen minutes in, but it was not as bad as her breasts, which had been pressed so hard into the cement by Ichigo's fucking that they had actually worn a groove into it, and were actually bleeding a bit in one or two spots.

Lisa, standing up from where she had been eating out an uncooperative Hiyori, went over to Mashiro and looked her over.

"You were a bit rough," she remarked casually as her hands lit up with the light green glow of healing kido and laid upon either side of Mashiro's hips as she knelt down to examine the girl's bottom. "It'll probably be hours before Mashiro returns to her senses, and I never seen her looking this beat up outside of a serious fight."

Ichigo blinked.

"Is it really that bad?" he asked, a look of mixed surprise and concern on his face.

"Well..." Lisa muttered, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, "...it's nothing serious, but aside from the scrapes on her skin and the number you did on her rectum, there also appear to be a few hairline cracks in her coccyx and pelvis, minor bruising to the sternum, and she should probably take a morning-after pill when she wakes up."

Ichigo's eyes widened, impressed. "Wow," he said, "You really know your stuff..."

He then paused.

"Wait, what was that about a morning after pill?" he said, getting suddenly worried.

Lisa shrugged dismissively.

"It's just a precaution," she told him. "With all the semen down there, it's possible some might have gotten into her vagina. The chances are astronomically low, but itis possible to get pregnant from even just the tiniest bit of sperm managing to get in."

"Sounds like you're speaking from experience," Ichigo observed.

"When you spend fifty years working under someone like Shunsui Kyoraku, you inevitably wind up learning a thing or two," Lisa said with the slightest smirk. "My old captain wound up with quite a few bastards before he learned that lesson himself. It was before my time, of course, but he often it as a lesson on the importance of safe sex."

"I see..." Ichigo said slowly, slightly amused by that anecdote. "Do you have one for her to take when she wakes up?" he asked, not wanting to take the chance - it was one thing with Rukia, but Mashiro was another story.

"Of course," Lisa said, holding up a first aid kit (Ichigo wondered where she had been keeping it), which she popped open, revealing - among other things - packets of condoms in every size, birth control pills, morning after pills, lube, smelling salts, and antibiotic ointment.

Hiyori, seeing the morning after pills and hearing Ichigo and Lisa's talk, groaned and got up. Walking over, she took one and swallowed. Then she grabbed another, put it in the mouth of the screwed-silly Mashiro, and tilted the verdette's head back.

"Oy...!" Ichigo said, eyes wide, "Don't do that! What if she chokes?!"

Hiyori glared at Ichigo with bloodshot eyes.

"Mashiro's too stupid to die of something like choking," she said.

Ichigo sweat-dropped when he saw that Mashiro's face was turning blue.

"Hiyori," Lisa said, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Don't look now, but it looks like that idiot is about to choke to death."

"Ehhhh?" Hiyori said angrily, a vein bulging in her forehead as she turned to look at the purple-faced Mashiro.

She stomped a bare foot down on the other girl's naked back, cracking the sidewalk beneath her and causing the pill to fly out of Mashiro's mouth.

The verdette's eyes fluttered open.

"Oh?" she said, momentarily confused at her situation, but then she noticed the weight on her back. "Oh! Hey, Hiyori-chan!" she said with a smile, looking completely refreshed as she stood back up.

Ichigo stared in shock at Mashiro, seeing that the skin of her hands and knees and belly and breasts now looked to be completely healed. The girl did not seem to be the slightest bit sore, and did not show any sign of her previous injuries.

Ichigo scowled at Lisa.

"Geez, the way you said it, I was worried," he muttered. "But she's already good as new."

Lisa, for her part, frowned.

"Well, like I said, it wasn't anything serious," she told him, before adding, "But, still... I didn't think she would be completely recovered this quickly..."

Hiyori, who had been thrown off of Mashiro's back when the girl had jumped to her feet, was lying face-first on the ground behind Mashiro, her tight pussy and firm ass up in the air. She growled and spit a piece of gravel out of her mouth.

"Some people get all the luck," she griped, hissing as she touched a finger to the cut across her nose. She then took the finger away, and saw a bit of blood smeared on its tip.

She groaned irritably.

Lisa, meanwhile, was eying Mashiro, whose torn and tattered jumpsuit was only just barely clinging to her body, and not even covering much of anything anyways.

"Mashiro..." she said after a moment, a curious look on her face. "...is your reiatsu higher...?"

The verdette blinked, and looked at her hands.

"Huh," she said, after a second. "It does feel higher than usual, now that'cha mention it, Lisa-chin."

Lisa's eyes narrowed in thought behind her glasses, and she looked over at Hiyori. Feeling out the blonde's reiatsu, she realized that she also seemed to have a higher spiritual pressure now. The difference wasn't much, but it was there.

"I wonder..." Lisa muttered, "Could this be another effect of that gun? ...it seems possible, since it appears to work by infusing the target with your hollow reiatsu, Ichigo... and sperm already possesses a relatively high concentration of spiritual energy..."

She smiled.

"I've got it!" she declared, startling Ichigo and Mashiro (Hiyori was still face-first in the sidewalk, her bare bottom wiggling in the air as she tried to right herself). "When you use that gun on someone, Ichigo, it changes their reiatsu using the blast of hollow reiryoku as a catalyst, attuning their spiritual frequency with yours to create an artificial 'soul-bond'! They become linked to you, in a way, basically feeding off of the reiatsu contained in certain bodily substances to grow stronger... of course this works both ways, but your reiatsu is already so high that you wouldn't notice any difference unless you linked up with someone at the level of a captain..." she added under her breath.

"Huh?" Ichigo said intelligently.

"Huh?" Mashiro said, mirroring Ichigo's confusion.

Lisa shook her head.

"Your sperm, Ichigo, your sperm. Anyone placed under the effects of that gun will grow stronger whenever they come in contact with your sperm. And the closer the sperm is to the body's spiritual core, the more efficient the process," she explained.

Ichigo blinked.

"Oh."

Then Hiyori, finally getting back to her feet, promptly used flash step to grab another morning after pill and then and shoved it down Mashiro's throat, along with her fist.

Ichigo sighed as he watched the two tussle, and then he turned his attention back to Lisa, remembering that he hadn't actually hypnotized her yet. He frowned thoughtfully.

"If that's true," he said slowly, "Then... would you want me to use it on you? The gun, that is."

He wouldn't usually bother with asking, but then Lisa was already proving perfectly cooperative with him, so he didn't really see any point in hypnotizing her unless she specifically wanted him to.

Lisa smirked sexily. "No thanks, I'm fine with where I'm at," she said, before kneeling down before Ichigo and taking his semi-flaccid cock into hand. "Besides," she added, starting to stroke his member with smooth, soft hands. "It's not like you need to hypnotize me, to make me do something like this... As long as you keep things interesting, I will be glad to counted one of your love slaves... master."

Ichigo groaned as Lisa then squeezed her fingers around his meaty shaft, kneading it until his dick was once more fully hard and erect.

Lisa smirked at the look on Ichigo's face as she expertly massaged his greater sword, a bit of precum leaking from its tip.

"What a perverted expression, master" she remarked slyly, causing Ichigo to yelp as she licked up his precum, causing a bit of semen spurt onto her tongue.

She then smacked her lips, rolling the semen over her tongue as though she were testing the taste of a wine or caviar.

"Mm," she hummed thoughtfully, after a minute and some of letting the flavor soak into her tongue. "It's a little saltier than most might prefer... but there's also a subtle, underlying tang... It has an even, balanced flavor... strong, but not overpowering... and the texture and consistency are also superb..."

She smiled at Ichigo, giving him a thumbs up.

"I give it a eight out of ten," she said, before opening her mouth wide and squeezing one hand around Ichigo's shaft and another around his testicles, causing him to instantly deposit an absolutely massive load into her mouth.

Ichigo's vision blurred slightly at the edges, and his penis actually went completely soft for the first time in hours. He looked at Lisa, whose mouth was filled completely with his seed, a considerable amount of it dribbling down her cheeks even as she did her best to swallow it all.

It took the woman a couple of minutes to gulp down all of Ichigo's sperm without choking, but when she finally did, she licked her lips and gave him a sly grin.

"On second thought," she said, "I think I'll have to revise that to ten out of ten. A perfect score," she told him brightly with a wink.

They were then interrupted by sound of Mashiro and Hiyori sensually gasping and moaning. Turning towards the pair, Ichigo and Lisa saw...

"Oy, Kon," Ichigo deadpanned at the mod soul currently using his gigai to take a flushed, sweaty Hiyori up the ass whilst suckling upon and playing with Mashiro's tits. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked.

"Taking your sloppy seconds, boss," Kon replied with a curt two fingered salute. He then came into Hiyori's ass with a grunt, causing the girl to whimper and give Ichigo a dirty look.

Ichigo sweatdropped. "Don't look at me," he said. "That was all Kon."

Mashiro then came with a girlish squeal as Kon nibbled at her nipples.

"Ohh," Lisa said with an intrigued tone. "Kinky... I'm liking this turn of events. Just imagine the possibilities..." she murmured half to herself, lost in her own little perverted world.

Hiyori harrumphed.

"Perverts," she grumbled. "I'm surrounded by perverts."

"We're not the ones who got off on masochistic blood-play," Lisa remarked calmly.

Hiyori bristled. "That's a lie! I do not like that sort of thing!" she argued.

"Really?" Lisa said, appearing behind Hiyori with shunpo and reaching her hands around to trace the scar around Hiyori's midsection. "Because that's from what I remember..." She sharpened her reiatsu to a cutting edge at her fingernails and dragged them up Hiyori's abdomen, leaving thin, shallow red lines behind them, just barely short of breaking the skin.

Hiyori moaned despite herself, shivering as Lisa's hot breath brushed against her ear before nipping at it sharply. Hiyori gasped as Lisa's teeth bit into her earlobe, feeling a warmth in it unrelated to the temperature of Lisa's mouth. She came with a shudder, eliciting a smirk from Ichigo wolf whistle from Kon who was sitting on the sidewalk, Mashiro eagerly bouncing her pussy up and down on his rod.

"... you were the one fantasizing about being abused by master," Lisa concluded as she let a stunned Hiyori drop to the ground.

"I, I, how do you...?!" the blonde gasped, before blushing and saying, "... er, I mean... I d-don't know what you're talking about!"

Mashiro, over from where she was eagerly riding Kon, giggled, her butt and breasts jiggling sexily as she bounced up and down.

"Hiyori-chan's an awful liar~" the verdette said playfully, before moaning as Kon roughly smacked a hand on her hips.

"Mashiro's correct," Lisa said, Ichigo nodding in agreement. "We could tell what you were thinking about just from the look on your face when you were masturbating earlier."

Hiyori bristled.

"How the hell did you even notice that?!" she snapped. "You three were so busy fucking each other...!"

She was then silenced by the feeling of Ichigo's strong hands cupping her buttocks as he instantly moved right in front of her, his lips mere inches from her own.

"What," he said, his eyes piercing into Hiyori's and causing her to whimper involuntarily, "did you want us to fuck you, too?"

Hiyori blushed.

"Y... yeah..." she reluctantly confessed, before immediately puffing up and declaring, "But only just a little! I'm not a pervert like you guys! It's only natural to want to join in when you see something like that!"

Her voice then got a little softer as she blushed cutely and averted her gaze, saying, "...It's not like I like you, or anything..."

Lisa's eyes widened behind her glasses, and she gasped inwardly. 'Tsundere...!'she thought. 'T-textbook tsundere...! So this is the appeal of a modern female archetype... how formidable!'

She smirked slightly and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, the smallest amount of sweat beading on her forehead.

"Well, then," Lisa said, feeling encouraged (read: turned on) by Hiyori's behavior. "Let's give her what she wants, then."

Hiyori's eyes widened, but before she could protest Ichigo scooped her up in his arms and silenced her with an aggressive kiss, his tongue invading her mouth and handily beating her into submission. She moaned into his mouth, eyes rolling up in the back of her head as Ichigo fucked her mouth with his tongue.

When Ichigo finished with that, he set Hiyori down. Calling over to the others to give him a hand over the sandy blonde's weak protests, Ichigo moved behind her, lining his dick up with her anus. She was already a little loosened up there from when Kon had been screwing her, so Ichigo didn't have too much trouble putting himself inside.

He sat down, pulling her on top of his lap as his member went all the way up her ass until his balls were touching her thighs.

Next, Mashiro got down on all fours and started licking Hiyori's wet slit even as the blonde feebly cussed her out. Lisa, meanwhile sat down on Mashiro's back and started rubbing Hiyori's small breasts, causing her to whimper.

"Don't complain, Hiyori," Lisa said as she kneaded her fingers deep into the meager tissue of the blonde's tits. "I've heard that massaging your breasts helps them grow... So I'm doing you a favor, really."

Hiyori huffed indignantly, but Kon made an interested sound even as he got behind Lisa and plunged his dick once more into Mashiro's pussy.

"Is that so...?" he asked Lisa, reached his hands around to cup her boobs as he plowed Mashiro's cunt. "Then I suppose I'll help you out, too."

"My breasts aren't as small as Hiyori's," Lisa pointed out, though she most certainly did nothing to protest his manhandling.

"They certainly aren't," Kon agreed, grinning appreciatively as he pinched the brunette's nipples.

Ichigo, meanwhile, was slowly pumping Hiyori's ass up and down his shaft, taking his time as it continued to slowly clench tighter and tighter around him. He wasn't feeling as uncontrollably randy as before, though he was still hard, so he was letting the others have their fun with the blonde Vizard.

"I hate... all of you..." Hiyori moaned as Lisa groped her tits, Mashiro licked her cunt, and Ichigo pumped her ass.

Kon, coming inside Mashiro's pussy with a grunt, gave Hiyori a sly grin.

"You know, they say that sex with someone you hate is the best kind," the mod soul commented as he felt Mashiro come shortly after him, moaning girlishly as her womanly juices splashed over Kon's pelvis.

"Oh, yes," Lisa agreed, squeezing Hiyori's breasts hard enough to leave bright red marks in the shape of her hands. "It really is the best."

She then came upon Mashiro's back from Kon's masterful teasing of her tits.

Hiyori glowered at them, before hissing when she felt Ichigo come into her ass.

"I wouldn't know," Ichigo said with a grunt, adding his two cents to the conversation, "But it sure sounds like it would be hot."

He then leaned his head down to bite Hiyori's ear, and the girl came with a cry.

Michiru Ogawa and Ryo Kunieda, two students at Karakura High, were walking through the old industrial district when they saw their classmate, Ichigo Kurosaki, standing outside an abandoned warehouse.

Michiru, who was the first to spot him, was a little curious about what Ichigo was doing there all by himself. She was a little reluctant to approach him, however, as she had always been a little intimidated by his sullen demeanor.

Ryo, on the other hand, couldn't care less what Ichigo was doing, and simply dragged Michiru along past... at least, until she realized that Ichigo had his dick out. That was when she decided to approach him, partly just because she was morbidly curious, but most largely because she was more than a little turned on at the sight of his massive, erect member.

"Kurosaki?" the track team's aloof star said somewhat curiously, the short and cute Michiru hiding behind her, "What are you doing here?"

"Y-yeah," Michiru agreed, peeking past Ryo's back at Ichigo's dick, a bright blush on her face. "A-a-and why do you have your... your thingy out?"

She then hid once again behind Ryo.

Kon started, and looked towards the two, realizing that they must have been talking to him. As far as he knew those two could not see spirits, let alone hollows or soul reapers.

He glanced towards Ichigo, who fingered the gun slung at his waist and gave him a meaningful look.

Kon grinned, understanding Ichigo's unspoken request.

"Hehe, not much, not much," Kon said cheerfully, causing Ichigo to face-palm.

Ryo frowned, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave the mod soul in Ichigo's gigai a hard stare.

"Are you high, Kurosaki?" she asked him seriously.

"Only on life," Kon replied charily, grinning brightly at the slender, athletic brunette, seemingly either unaware or uncaring of the fact that his member was out and standing at attention.

"... hmph," Ryo harrumphed, her cheeks dusted slightly pink as she averted her gaze for a second from the person she thought was Ichigo. "If you say so..." she muttered, clearly not believing him.

Kon then noticed a red-faced Michiru staring at him from behind Ryo. She wasnot, surprisingly enough, staring at his cock, though. No, she was staring at the smile on his face.

"Yo!" Kon said, waving at the small girl and giving her a cheeky grin. "Didn't anyone ever tell that it's rude to stare?" he asked jokingly.

Michiru eep'ed and ducked back behind Ryo.

"... please put your penis away, Kurosaki," the latter said in an exasperated tone. "Or do you want to be reported for indecent exposure?"

Kon smirked and struck the kind of pose you might see on the front of a magazine.

"What," he said, waggling his eyebrows playfully (which caused Mashiro to roll on the ground laughing at how out of place an expression like that was on Ichigo's face), "don't you like the view?"

Ryo coughed and blushed slightly, her eyes flitting unconsciously towards his dick.

"...maybe a little," she admitted, causing Kon to smirk.

"Yo, boss," he said, glancing toward Ichigo. "Sounds like this one is ready for you."

Ryo was confused by those words, but before she could do anything, she felt a strong pair of hands grab her breasts through her shirt. She was about to blindly attack whatever pervert was assaulting her so boldly, when she looked down and saw that while her chest was clearly being pushed down by something, she could not see anything that could be grabbing them.

There was nothing, and no one, there that she could see, aside from her, Michiru, and Kurosaki, yet the feeling of hands roughly molesting her breasts was very real.

She moaned as she felt the invisible hands start undoing the front of her blouse, baring her breasts. They were small, relative to the endowments of some of the incredibly buxom individuals in Karakura, but for a Japanese girl of her age and size they were right around average, and the white cotton sports bra under her shirt lifted and separated them nicely enough.

Ryo then glanced down at Michiru, who had fallen on her bottom beside her and was watching the proceedings in confusion.

"Looks like boss is having fun playing with you," Kon remarked offhandedly as her sat down and watched the proceedings with Lisa on his lap.

Ryo frowned even as she felt the unseen hands unclasp her bra and remove it, revealing the creamy, alabaster skin and hardened, pink nipples of her modest, perky tits.

"Bo...boss?" she repeated questioningly, panting and biting back a squeak as she felt one of the hands move down to her exposed navel, fingers teasing at the waistband of her skirt, before slipping under it and brushing through her pubic hair.

She then groaned as the hand still at her breasts tweaked one of her nipples, twisting it and pulling, stretching her breast painfully/pleasurably. She couldn't believe it, but she was actually getting hot from this, whatever it was...

Ichigo, meanwhile, was getting randier as he played with Ryo, his penis twitching as he playfully abused her nipples and teasingly brushed his fingers across her labia. He glanced over at Michiru, who appeared to be frozen in place, then turned his attention back to Ryo.

He was getting harder, and he really felt like he needed to stick his dick into something, preferably a pretty girl. It was getting hard to ignore. So, deciding that he had had enough fun playing around with Ryo, Ichigo held up the gun and shot her. She blinked as her eyes briefly glazed over, and she stared at Ichigo in his shinigami form, whom she could now see.

"Yaaay~!" Ryo heard someone cheer, "Another slave to play with master and us~!"

She looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a decently buxom green-haired girl wearing a red scarf around her neck, goggles on her head, and little else besides. She also saw a dark haired girl in glasses and a heavily disheveled sailor fuku sitting on the other (?) Ichigo's lap, and a short freckled blonde wearing naught but an open red jogging jacket glaring heatedly at her a short distance from the others.

For a second, Ryo felt like she should have been surprised by this, but then her mind discarded that worthless thought and turned her attention to more important matters. Namely, her master's cock, which she saw standing tall and proud before her.

"...so beautiful..." she murmured in an awed tone of voice. "...your penis is so beautiful master... I love it... I need it..."

Ichigo smiled and rubbed a hand on Ryo's head.

"Go on," he said, nodding down towards his dick. "Have fun with it."

Ryo moaned, smiling happily at Ichigo.

"Thank you, master!" she exclaimed happily, coming just at the thought of being allowed to touch her master's member. She then lifted the front of her skirt and pulled down her panties, revealing her pussy which was now drenched with her juices.

Michiru, unable to see Ichigo or the Vizards, could only watch in fear and confusion as her friend seemed to change into a completely different person before her very eyes. She did not know who Ryo could be talking to, unless it was to Ichigo (who unbeknownst to her was really just Kon in Ichigo's gigai), but when she saw the other girl shamelessly bare her pussy and start bouncing up and down strangely, she got scared.

Losing her nerve, she turned to run.

Kon boredly watched Michiru turn tail and start to flee. The girl wasn't really his type, having nothing worth speaking of in the bosom department and just overall looking a little too much like a kid, but he supposed it would be a little bothersome if they let her get away just like that.

He looked between Mashiro, Lisa, and Hiyori, and he saw that they were also thinking the same thing.

Regretfully nudging Lisa off of his lap, Kon got up and kicked a foot against the ground. With his enhanced leg strength, he vanished as quickly as shunpo, before reappearing in front of the spooked Michiru and grabbing her by the hand.

"Sorry, toots," he said with a smirk, "But boss is probably gonna want to do you once he's done with your pal."

He pointed a thumb towards Ryo, who was lost in ecstasy as she pumped her pussy up and down Ichigo's cock, not that Michiru could see him.

"Wh-wh-what do you want with us...?" Michiru asked him fearfully.

"Eh, 's'not so much what I want with you," Kon said, shrugging dismissively. "I like my girls with a little more..." He traced an hourglass figure in the air with his hands. "...you know what I mean?"

Michiru shook her head, whimpering weakly.

Kon sighed, cheeks dusted slightly red as he briefly averted his eyes from her.

"Well... it's not like you aren't cute, yourself..." he muttered, his other hand gently stroking Michiru's cheek, as tears welled up in her eyes and her frame quivered.

He then looked over to where Ryo was.

"Hey, boss!" he shouted, "Mind if I break this one in?"

Michiru didn't hear anything in response to that, unless you counted Ryo moaning oh so loudly and lewdly, her tongue hanging from her mouth as she whined and panted rather like a bitch in heat. But apparently Kon (who she still thought was Ichigo) did.

"Well," he said, mostly for Michiru's benefit, "it looks like boss...has given me the go ahead," Kon concluded with a small smirk on his face.

Michiru's eyes widened as she realized what this meant, and she attempted to flee, but Kon held her fast and pushed her to the ground. She tried to struggle against his hold, but he was simply too strong for her to break free.

A weak, pitiful whine escaped her lips as she felt Kon pull down first her skirt, and then her panties. She shuddered in dread as she felt felt the head of his dick brush against entrance.

"Y-you don't have to do this, Kurosaki-san..." Michiru said fearfully, tears trickling down her cheeks as she looked up into his eyes, searching desperately for some sign of hesitation or thoughts of mercy in them. "...I'm sure you're not a bad person... you don't have to throw your life away like this...!" she said, trying in vain to get through to him.

Kon chuckled darkly, planting a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"I appreciate the concern..." he said, "...but I ain't Ichigo Kurosaki."

Before Michiru could process this statement, Kon plunged into her, and Michiru screamed bloody murder as he tore through her hymen like rice paper and smacked right up against her cervix.

The pain was terrible at first, and Michiru clung tightly to that pain, desperately trying to fight the slowly growing pleasure. She did not want to give in to this person, did not want to give them the pleasure of seeing her give in to lust. But it was hard, and she had never been strong. Ryo had always been the strong one, the one who had stood and persevered no matter what adversity may come.

Except Ryo was now behaving so shamelessly, and not even trying to fight it...

'Yeah...' Michiru thought, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed hysterically, Kon vigorously pumping in and out of her. '...I really am just too weak...' she concluded as she came upon her rapist, her body shuddering and eyelids fluttering as she lost herself to pleasure.

She did not have the strength to fight.

And so she gave in.

As Ichigo felt himself about to come, he ordered Ryo to get off of him. She obeyed, and he rewarded her by ejaculating into her mouth.

While Ryo moaned at the flavor of his seed, Ichigo turned his attention to Michiru, who was by now just a melted puddle of pleasure beneath Kon. She did not appear to be the least bit aware of her surroundings, and her eyes were glassy. She had stopped resisting a while ago, and did not do anything even when Kon came inside her pussy, filling it with semen.

"Geez," Ichigo muttered looking down at Michiru, "She's completely out of it..."

Kon chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah, I sort of got carried away there..." he admitted. "I was only trying to keep her busy, at first... but she was so tight that I kinda just lost control."

Ichigo waved a hand dismissively.

"Ehhh," he said, "Don't worry about it. This will make things a little easier, honestly..."

Hiyori harrumphed, but the two of them ignored her.

Ichigo then pulled out the gun once more, and his eyes glanced at the other options on it, specifically the body modification ones. He'd been doing plenty of hypnotizing, but he'd really only altered bodies once, when he'd inflated Mahana's breasts. Maybe it was time to try out some of the other options?

Seeing the catgirl option on the modification settings, Ichigo decided to set the gun to that. Putting the barrel to the senseless Michiru's forehead, he pulled the trigger.

There was a blinding flash of red light, and when it faded Michiru was no longer the same old schoolgirl she had been. She now had two cute, pointed brown cat ears on top of her head, and peeking out from the back of her skirt Ichigo could see a similarly colored tail.

Michiru was also moderately more curvaceous than before, with slightly wider hips and decent C-cup breasts.

Her eyes flickered open, and she looked up at Ichigo, whom she could now see.

"Master...?" Michiru said slowly, staring uncertainly into his eyes. "Is that you?"

"Yeah," Ichigo said, smirking down at the girl, his member slapping her in the chin as he stood up.

Michiru stroked the spot where Ichigo's penis had hit him, and she looked up at him worshipfully as he held his penis up to her mouth. Without even needing to be told, she immediately began licking it with gusto before taking it into her mouth and purring happily.

Ichigo groaned as the vibration in her mouth caused him to come almost right away, filling Michiru's mouth with his seed. That did not deter the girl however, as she simply started deepthroating him after swallowing as much of his seed as she could.

Meanwhile, Ryo, seeing that Michiru had joined her, moved over and started nibbling on one of her cat ears, causing Michiru to come explosively, spraying her nectar all over her thighs, which Mashiro happily moved moved to start licking up. Lisa, meanwhile, moved to behind and pressed her modest breasts against his ass while reaching around to cup and squeeze his balls.

Kon, not wanting to miss out on all of the fun, knelt down behind Ryo and started licking her anus while jerking himself off. And Hiyori was the last to join in, and the most reticent, doing so only with a scowl and a grumble as she crawled under Mashiro and started sucking on the verdette's breasts.

They continued in this manner for several minutes before they started, one by one, to orgasm, and eventually they all collapsed in a heap of post-coital bliss.

It was late at night, and dark, when Ichigo and his entourage of new slaves finally reached his house. He was feeling sleepy as he went up to his room, Mashiro, Lisa, Hiyori, Ryo, and Michiru following closely behind.

Ichigo was once more in his gigai, Kon's pill in his pocket, and when he opened the door to his room he found himself being very enthusiastically greeted, three pairs of small hands undoing his zipper and taking out his penis. He grinned as he watched his sisters, Karin and Yuzu, as well as Ururu, rub and squeeze his shaft, working it until it was fully erect.

And even with six tiny hands rubbing Ichigo's dick, there was still plenty of room for more to join in, which was what Senna, Nozomi, Rukia, and Orihime did, each one rubbing him with one of their hands. Meanwhile, Mahana and Matsumoto draped themselves over Ichigo's shoulders, rubbing their naked tits against him. Tatsuki and Chizuru each clung to one of Ichigo's arms, pressing themselves against him.

The girls who had just come home with Ichigo did not want to be left out either, of course. Ryo and Michiru knelt down and fondled their master's balls, while Lisa and Mashiro each wrapped themselves around one of his legs. And Hiyori, making a big show of only reluctantly doing it, got on her knees and passionately kissed Ichigo's ass.

Karin was the first one Ichigo took. He bent her over double and pounded her until her pussy was stretched completely out of shape, filling it with semen as he came in her multiple times.

After her was Yuzu, who he had alternately sucking him off while being eaten out by Karin and eating out Karin while being fucked by him.

He then fucked Ururu, reaming her ass until it bled. Her criminally tight hole caused him to come nearly a dozen times before he was finished with her.

Next came Mahana, who he did missionary style. He bit and abused her breasts while violently fucking her cunt, and she loved every second of it.

For extra fun, he then did Chizuru and Tatsuki at the same time, the two girls making out and playing with each others tits while he took them from behind one at a time.

He did Senna and Nozomi at the same time as well, having them make out while giving him a blowjob.

After those two, he then screwed Orihime, making her scream his name loud enough to wake the dead as he came inside her ass and pussy almost more times than he could count.

Rukia he had please him with her hands, rubbing his dick and squeezing his balls. By the time he was satisfied with her work, her palms were raw and he had completely covered her delicious flat chest with his seed.

With Matsumoto, he slapped her tits with his dick until they were covered in bruises. Then he had her give him a titfuck while he pinched and twisted her nipples.

Following that, he took it easy on Hiyori and just had her give him a footjob. She was a bit forceful, stomping quite hard on his crotch, but he returned the favor four-fold and elicited a truly powerful orgasm from her.

Next, he fucked Mashiro's pussy until it was raw, spanking her ass and slapping her tits. Immediately following her, he took Lisa in the ass, fucking her even as the girl made out with Mashiro.

Lastly, he fucked his two newest slaves at the same time, thoroughly abusing all of their holes as they made love to each other, and he filled them up with his semen until they could go no further and collapsed from exhaustion.

When every last one of his slaves lay at his feet, Ichigo collapsed into his bed, drained but content. Even with his virtually inexhaustible libido, fucking that many girls in a row had taken its toll on him, and he soon drifted off into sleep...

Back at the Urahara Shop, three certain ex-shinigami were having a drink.

"Ahhhh," said Yoruichi Shihoin, sighing in a satisfied manner, emptying her beer in a single swig. Effortlessly, she crushed the can in her fist and tossed it carelessly into a wastebin on the other side of the room. "That hit the spot."

She was dressed, for a change, in a casual, low-cut blouse. It was simple, and revealing, which was perfect for her purposes.

Yoruichi pretended to yawn, stretching her arms over her head and pushing her breasts out before relaxing again, smacking her lips. She smirked inwardly as she saw the eyes of her two drinking buddies get glued to her chest.

"So," she ventured after a few minutes of silence, during which her conspirators mostly just stared not-so-covertly at her cleavage, "I hear you've decided to go through with Isshin's crazy plot, Kisuke."

The exiled scientist, his attention drawn away from his friend's glorious tits, chuckled.

"Oh, really? Now where did you hear something like that from?" he asked her.

"Isshin," Yoruichi deadpanned, pointing a thumb at the man in question.

Urahara laughed somewhat nervously. "Ah, yes!" he said, "I have."

He then gave Yoruichi one of his trademarked enigmatic grins.

Yoruichi smirked, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "I also hear that you gave Ichigothat."

Urahara sweatdropped, feeling he was suddenly walking a very dangerous line.

"Well, he needed it more than I did..." Urahara said, trying to pass it off as nothing big.

"That's rich, coming from a man who hasn't gotten any for fifty years," Yoruichi snarked.

Urahara huffed, clearly offended by this claim.

"Maybe not from you," he muttered.

A vein bulged in Yoruichi's forehead, and she punched Kisuke in the face. She stood over him, projecting a dangerous aura as she cracked her knuckles and glared.

"So you've been cheating on me, have you?" she hissed, the upper half of her face in shadow and her eyes gleaming ominously.

"Do you two really still count as a item if you haven't even had sex in fifty years?" Isshin wondered out loud, giving Yoruichi a curious look.

She glared at him, and he instantly quailed.

"I'll be good," he squeaked.

"Now, now, Yoruichi," Urahara said placatingly, "I don't see why you're so upset about me giving Ichigo that gun..."

"Maybe it's because the last time someone used that gun, they turned me and my cute Soi Fon into their love slaves for a month?" Yoruichi said rhetorically in a very dangerous tone, before angrily adding, "And besides, that's not even what I'm really pissed off about!"

Urahara sweatdropped.

"Well, like Isshin said, I'm not sure it can really considered cheating at this point..." he murmured, before narrowly managing to dodge another punch from Yoruichi.

"It's not that!" Yoruichi snarled ferally, "It's that you've actually managed to get laid in the last fifty years and I haven't! FUCK! I'm pissed!"

Urahara chuckled nervously. "Well, if that's the case, you and I could always..."

"Finish that sentence and die a eunuch."

Urahara eep'd and hid behind Isshin, who sighed.

"If you're that frustrated, you could always blow off some steam with Ichigo," the Kurosaki patriarch suggested reasonably. "Besides, it's not like that gun would be able to hypnotize you a second time... not after what you did to make sure of it."

Yoruichi paused, a thoughtful look on her face. A sly grin grew on her face as she considered.

"Heheh," she chuckled, licking her lips, "Why the fuck not...?"

A/N: I think I remember that one of the reviewers disliked Kon's presence. Well, since all this was written more than a year ago, I have to say that he's here to stay. But he doesn't play that big a role, either way.

That aside, I think this might be nearing the halfway mark of the fic...? I dunno, the length of the wdc chaps is all over the place, so I can't make any definitive statements on that. But we are making headway. That much I can say.

Updated: 12-7-13

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