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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.

(plenty of saucy arrancar smut)

As Ichigo and Kon came in Jackie and Ikumi one last time, the other girls finally reached them. Letting Ikumi drop to the ground, semen pouring from her assorted orifices, Ichigo stood up tall and waved at the girls in a casual greeting.

"Yo," he said, giving them a sly grin. "What took you?"

"We were accosted, master, before we could reach you," Karin said, stepping forward from the other girls, most of whom looked up to her in some way or another, since she was the first one to be made Ichigo's slave.

Ichigo's eyes widened infinitesimally at that statement, and his hand moved towards Zangetsu. Before he could do anything, however, he was stopped by a cry of "Itsygooooo!" and then something that felt like an intercontinental ballistic missile crashing into his abdomen.

He fell flat on his ass, the wind knocked right out of his lungs.

Looking down, he saw a familiar, childish arrancar looking up at him, smiling joyfully as she wept and clung tightly to his midsection.

"Hi, Nel," he wheezed, chuckling weakly as he felt one of Nel's surprisingly soft feet step on the head of his semi-erect penis. And this caused him to groan in a mixture of pain and embarrassed pleasure.

Unconsciously, hefocused some reiatsu into the gun hanging at his side.

It fired immediately, shooting a red ball of light at the former Tercera Espada.

Ichigo's eyes widened and his jaw dropped when he saw that not only did Nel's eyes become dull and clouded, but her reiatsu was split into two entities. One was a little, innocent, childish-looking arrancar Nel, whose appearance was slightly more mature, but no moreso than Ururu's. The other was the buxom, noble, powerful espada Nelliel whom he remembered quite well from that fight with that guy whose name escaped him at the moment.

Ichigo's penis immediately stood at full mast when he saw that the latter was nude. And this reaction caused the littler Nel, who'd had one foot on his member, to lose her footing and trip and fall back, landing bum first on his stiff, throbbing cock. Her small, tight butt hole was instantly impaled a few inches down his meat sword.

Nel groaned in confused pleasure, and Nelliel smiled when she saw this, kneeling down before Ichigo and placing her hands on the hips of her childish doppelganger. She pushed Nel downwards, forcing her to take more of Ichigo's shaft into her ass.

Ichigo groaned at the lewdly innocent expression on Nel's face, the girl's mouth agape and her face bright red.

"I...Itsygo-tama..." Nel whimpered, causing Michiru, who was watching, to squeal delightedly at the girl's cuteness. "It...feels funny..."

The adult Nelliel, kneeling behind Nel, smiled gently and knowingly, and she reached her hands around to start playing with her child-self's pussy.

"Don't worry, Nel-chan," Nelliel said comfortingly as she softly brushed her fingertips across Nel's blossom, "Nelliel-chan and Itsygo-tama will take good care of you."

Ichigo had to say that he was surprised, and a little disturbed, by how quickly he took to fucking Nel. Unlike Yuzu or Karin or Ururu, who were at least in the process of maturing into young women, Nel – though more mature-looking than she used to be – was still clearly preteen in appearance. There was nothing "womanly" about her, and Ichigo wasn't sure how to feel about the fact that this was apparently only turning him on more.

Of course, it didn't really help that her ass was hands the down the single tightest thing he had ever stuck his dick into. Or that she was making such freaking adorable sounds as her buxom, nude adult self played with her pussy, plunging her fingers in and out of her younger self's cute little flower.

Nel whimpered as she felt Ichigo thrust in and out of her, his member filling her anus completely. Her big, hazel eyes were brimming with tears, and her mouth was wide open as she yelped and moaned, showing off her quirkily cute lower canines.

Nelliel smiled when she saw Ichigo groan, tensing up briefly before relaxing as his seed shot out to fill little Nel's bum nearly to bursting. The small, cracked-skull-masked arrancar gasped as she felt Ichigo's sperm fill her. She looked a little confused at what was happening, even through her hypnosis.

She also had a satisfied expression on her face as she slid off of Ichigo's member, though, his semen spilling out from her ass. Looking up at her master, she smiled dreamily at him.

Picking up her child self by the waist, Nelliel raised Nel up and planted a deep, passionate kiss on her mouth. Little Nel Tu moaned into big, busty Nelliel's mouth, her childish pussy dampening with feminine juices.

Ichigo grinned as he watched the two different-age doppelgangers make out. Even if Nelliel was naturally being the more aggressive of the two, Nel was not exactly just lying there in her adult self's arms. The small, hazel-eyed verdette was playing with Nelliel's generous endowments in the obliviously rough and careless way that pretty much only a child could accomplish.

The various girls in Ichigo's harem were watching the show being put on with differing levels of enthusiasm. Some were enraptured with the way Nelliel was so passionately kissing her child self, who looked more like she was her daughter than anything else. Others were intrigued by how Nel was simultaneously both so clumsily and so deftly playing with her adult self's tits. Many were even outright masturbating to the spectacle.

Still others were completely disinterested in that, choosing instead to either masturbate to the sight of their master masturbating, or even simply fool around with each other out of boredom.

Nonetheless, Nel and Nelliel were having a wonderful time making out with one another. Nelliel had taken to cupping Nel's buttocks and inserting fingers into her abused anus, and Nel was pinching and twisting Nelliel's nipples.

While Nelliel and Nel were messing around with each other, and pretty much everyone else was either masturbating or having sex, the sand around them suddenly erupted.

Fireballs fell from the air, crashing all around Ichigo's seraglio. Under ordinary conditions, most of the harem members would have started freaking out, but in their hypnotized state they trusted in master's strength to keep them safe.

Not that their master even need to get involved, though, as Hiyori and Lisa immediately donned their hollow masks and drew their respective zanpakuto. The collective weight of their combined spiritual pressures was enough to compress the sand beneath their feet, pressing it down into a wide bowl shape of solid conglomerate.

Acting quickly, sensing another attack, Lisa jumped up and swung her katana to split a suddenly appearing lightning bolt in two, deflecting it far to either side and causing it to miss the group by a wide angle.

"Oy, you bastards...! Or bitches!" Hiyori shouted into the perpetual night air, hollow mask both distorting and amplifying her voice. "I don't know who you think you are, but messing with us is sure as hell the last fuckin' thing you wanna do if you've got any brains in yer damn empty skulls!"

With a low booming sound, two nearly identical figures appeared. They were clearly arrancar, that much was obvious from their partial masks, but they were also females, and fairly attractive at that.

"What is this nonsense?" said the one with blue trim, sleeves, and stockings, as well as slightly longer blue hair and a curled up whip dancing with sparks.

"Who are you fools, who behave so licentiously in the sacred domain of us hollows?" said the other one with shorter red hair and a sword wreathed in flames. She was dressed in an outfit matching that of her partner, save where it was red in the places where the other's was blue.

"It's none of your business, really," Lisa responded coolly, shifting her stance and holding her katana at the ready. "But if you want to join in, we'll be happy to take you," she offered even as she steadied her breathing and focused her energy.

The blue-haired one snorted.

"What fools would fly into battle wearing naught but their own skin?" she asked rhetorically, speaking in a condescending tone of voice.

"We fools," replied Hiyori and Lisa, before leaping up and swinging their swords, knocking the two arrancar out of the air and into the sand. Great drifts of the reishi particles flew up into the air, obscuring the pair from view.

... at least, until the cloud of sand was parted by an arc of electricity which shot out and intercepted the two Vizards as they were falling back to the ground. That attack was deflected at the last minute, however, by a green-topped blur.

Mashiro, wearing her hollow mask, smoke rising from the sole of her raised foot, gave out a spirited cry.

"Mashiro Lightning Rod!" the verdette shouted happily, momentarily hanging in the air from the momentum of the attack she had blocked.

The eyes of the arrancar duo widened in shock, before they were forced to split up and dodge as Mashiro suddenly launched herself straight at them, still smoking foot aimed straight ahead.

"Mashiro Megaton Kick!" the bubbly vizard declared as she hit the ground, the force of her attack kicking the sand all around her up into a massive mushroom cloud.

"What kind of monster is that...?!" the red-haired one murmured to herself in shock. "Can we really beat people like this, Yin?" she asked her partner as they reunited with a simultaneous sonido, getting right next to Yin.

"We don't really have a choice, Yang..." Yin whispered. "If Bambietta-sama finds out about this, our heads will roll."

"Bambietta?" said a curious, low feminine voice from behind them. "You wouldn't happen to mean Bambietta Basterbine, would you?"

Turning around, Yin and Yang saw Yoruichi Shihoin standing behind them in the nude, a smirk on her face and both fists cocked back.

They flinched instinctively, immediately nodding in fear. They could tell that Yoruichi was not someone they wanted to fight against.

Yoruichi smirked at this and let her fists fly, sending the pair flying towards Ichigo at mach speed.

Ichigo easily caught Yin and Yang in his arms. The pair got the wind knocked out of them by the sudden impact, and Ichigo let them fall limply to the sand.

"Thanks for dropping in," said the substitute shinigami wryly. He took out the gun with a casual flourish, then, and fired two shots.

One at Yin, and one at Yang.

The pair's eyes became cloudy, and they looked up at Ichigo with somewhat vacant expressions on their faces.

"Master..." whispered the blue-haired Yin, letting her whip fall to the ground uselessly.

"Master..." the red-haired Yang parroted, likewise dropping her sword onto the sand.

The twin arrancar got onto their knees, eyes locking hungrily onto Ichigo's throbbing member. They licked their lips, before looking up at Ichigo, apparently asking him for permission.

"Heh, go right ahead," Ichigo said, gesturing lazily towards his dick. "Drink your fill."

Yin and Yang smiled adoringly at him, and they crawled forward to start licking his shaft, one on either side. While they did that, Tatsuki got down on her knees before Ichigo and took his head into her mouth, even as Ryo and Chizuru played with her breasts from behind.

Ichigo groaned as the three girls serviced him, and he watched with much pleasure as Tatsuki's modest C-cup tits were molested by two of her classmates.

Glancing over at Yoruichi, he noticed an antsy look on the woman's face.

"What is it?" he asked her.

"One of the Vandenreich still live," the woman said simply. "And a Stern Ritter, at that. Letter 'E', Bambietta Basterbine."

It took Ichigo a second to connect that name to a face, but once he did could not help but smirk, getting a pretty good idea of Yoruichi's intentions.

"Think you can drag her here just on your own?" he asked her.

Yoruichi smirked playfully.

"What, do you think I can't?"

Ichigo shook his head amusedly. "Okay, then. Just try not to damage the merchandise too badly, alright?"

"Got it, boss," Yoruichi said, snapping off a teasing salute and causing Ichigo to roll his eyes. She then disappeared with a flash of shunpo.

Ichigo shook his head, before shivering all over as he came into Tatsuki's mouth. Shifting his position, he then addressed Yin.

"Hey, you," he said to the electrokinetic, blue-haired arrancar. "Would you mind getting up and bending over for me?"

"Of course, master," Yin said obediently, doing precisely as he said.

Ichigo appraised the view this gave him, with the arrancar's criminally short skirt. He smirked, his dick twitching eagerly. Now he turned to Yang, speaking again.

"And, you," he addressed the redhead. "Be a doll and lift up your friend's skirt, won't you?"

Yang bowed low. "Of course, master," she said, before doing exactly what he had just asked her.

Ichigo leered at the sight of Yin's naked bottom, drinking in the sight of that round, firm ass and that tight, sopping wet pussy.

"She looks pretty wet," he mused dryly, eyes gleaming mischievously. "Why don't you help her out, and lick that up?"

Yang smiled. "Gladly, my liege." She got down and put her face up to her sister's pussy, and she began greedily lapping up the nectar. Her tongue parted Yin's lips, slipping in to explore her fleshy pink folds.

Yin whimpered under these ministrations, panting. She looked obviously horny, and Ichigo liked that look on her very much.

"Hot," he said, before moving to in front of the girl. His massive, throbbing cock slapped her hard on the cheek when he turned to face her, reddening her hierro with a splotchy silhouette of Ichigo's manhood in profile.

Yin moaned lewdly, aroused by this contact.

Ichigo grunted, pleased by the sound, and by the feel of her skin against her cock. It was soft and smooth, but also relatively solid underneath. Even a low-ranking arrancar like her was still pretty sturdily built.

"Good girl," he said, pressing the tip of his dick against her lips. "That's a good hollow bitch." Her mouth opened a little, then a lot, to accommodate the huge erection. "You are my bitch," Ichigo grunted, pushing his manhood into her mouth. "You are my dirty, shameless little bitch."

The lightning user moaned delightedly at this verbal abuse, and also the taste of her master's penis. She tilted her head back, allowing him to put the full length in. She deepthroated his throbbing, meaty cock, running her tongue zealously all over the base of his shaft.

"Yeah, suck me off, bitch," Ichigo groaned, feeling this, and feeling pleased with Yin's performance. "That's a good bitch. Just shut up and do what I say, and maybe I'll give you some of my milk."

Yin moaned against his shaft, looking and sounding distinctly excited at the mere thought of this.

Meanwhile, a few feet away, Tatsuki was licking her lips, staring hungrily at her master's posterior. Or at least, what she could see of it through his robes.

"It's such a shame, isn't it?" she mused quietly to Ryo and Chizuru. She was kissing the former on the lips and kneading her buttocks, while the latter was nibbling on the former's ears and womanhandling the former's modest boobs.

"Ahh... what is, Mistress Tatsuki...?" whimpered Ryo, redfaced and panting heavily. A thick trail of saliva was connecting hers and Tatsuki's mouths, their kiss broken only briefly for Miss Arisawa to speak.

As Tatsuki, out of the girls in the harem, went back with Ichigo the longest, and was one of his relatively earlier acquisitions, the martial artist enjoyed a generous degree of respect and adoration for her fellow concubines. Indeed, by the reckoning of some, she was just below Orihime and Rukia, and at the same level as Karin and Ururu (and Yuzu) who were some of his first conquests (or very first, in Karin's case).

"That master wears those clothes," moaned Tatsuki in answer to Ryo's question. "It's a tragedy to conceal a body like his, don't you think?"

Ryo nodded in understanding, smiling and purring as she cupped Tatsuki's gloriously toned buttocks.

"Yessss," she hissed, feeling Chizuru pinch her nipples.

"Mm, oh, definitely," chimed in the redheaded libertine herself, smiling as she took a brief break from sucking on Ryo's poor, abused earlobe. "He should be flaunting what he's got under those robes. Nothing there to be ashamed of."

She licked her lips and hummed, imagining the chiseled, muscular body of their master and love.

"He doesn't need them," agreed Ryo, deferring automatically and gladly to the opinions of Tatsuki and Chizuru. The latter was on a level very close to Tatsuki's, because of how early she was gotten by Ichigo, right along with Mahana, Nozomi, Senna, and Matsumoto.

"Right," purred Tatsuki, enjoying the sensation of Ryo worshipfully fondling her martial artist ass. "We should help him out of those clothes."

"We'd be doing everyone a service," chimed in Chizuru lewdly, grinding her pelvis against Tatsuki's hands and Ryo's butt, humping them shamelessly and enthusiastically.

"We would, wouldn't we?" said Ryo weakly, mewling as she nodded, juices leaking from her womanhood with a fast increasing intensity, reaching its zenith right before she came explosively, dousing her thighs with strong-smelling nectar. "AHHHH! YESSS!" she screamed ecstatically. "God, yes!"

"Let's just rip 'em right off," suggested Chizuru, the energy of her spooning building up to a fever pitch. "Tear them off that gorgeous, sexy body!" She was gasping, head swinging from side to side on her shoulders as she felt the energy building up in her gut. "GOD!" she howled, coming all over Tatsuki's fingers and Ryo's ass. "HE DOESN'T NEED THEM! FUCK!" she wailed. "I want to see that body! I want to lick every inch of it!" she cried.

"Yesssss," Tatsuki hissed, and she joined the other two in orgasm. "Let's do it... Ahhhn! I'm coming just thinking about it...!" she yelped, moaning helplessly as she came.

And so those three decided to tear off Ichigo's shihakusho. After all, almost all of them were already completely nude, and even those who weren't were close enough. Even Kon, in Ichigo's gigai, had gotten into the spirit of things and cast off his clothes as he attended to the needs of several of the more neglected girl's in Ichigo's harem – and with how many there were, giving an equal amount of fucking to all of them was nearly a logistical nightmare.

...though the perverted mod soul just saw that as a challenge.

And so Tatsuki and Ryo tore the last of Ichigo's shihakusho to shreds while Chizuru massaged his ass. Yin lost control and came into her partner Yang's mouth, moaning lustfully as she did so. Ichigo, in turn, came inside her mouth, pouring his milk into her belly to feed the greedily slurping arrancar.

Pulling out of Yin's mouth, causing the bluenette to moan in disappointment, Ichigo moved to take Yang from behind, even as the redhead continued to eat out her partner.

Meanwhile, as Ichigo proceeded to tease Yang's anus with the tip of his penis, Orihime stepped forward and looked down at the doubled over Yin. A serene, almost Unohana-esque smile was upon the auburn-haired beauty's face before she turned around and purposefully backed up into Yin.

Tatsuki and Chizuru, seeing their mistress grinding her ass into the arrancar's face, stepped forward and started attending to her breasts using both their hands and mouths. Ryo, on the other hand, went down on Orihime and started eating out the buxom "princess", using her tongue to explore every inch of her mistress's pussy.

Ichigo, smirking as he watched how Orihime was playing with Yin, decided to stop torturing Yang and finally thrust his length into her ass, causing the redhead to moan happily. The touch of his member against her anus had made her want him inside her so badly that every second he didn't penetrate her was almost physically painful, and she had been begging desperately for him to fuck her ass.

And Ichigo was finally ready to oblige her. He held almost nothing back as he pumped furiously in and out of the arrancar's ass, violently reaming her anus and causing her to moan "Master!" loudly and longingly.

Eventually, Ichigo came inside Yang's ass, his semen pouring into all the tears in her anus, causing her to whimper and moan while she came as well.

That was when a certain voluptuous, dark-skinned someone chose to blur into sight, appearing with a cocky grin on her face. One hand was pressed against her hip, which was cocked sexily to one side, and the other held the former shinigami captain's target.

Ichigo, pulling out of Yang, smirked at the sight of Yoruichi carrying a nude, bakudo-bound Bambietta slung haphazardly over her shoulder.

"S'up?" said the ex-Onmitsukido commander, golden eyes twinkling mischievously as they were cast over the various on-going proceedings. "You miss me?"

"Not at all," said Ichigo wryly.

Yoruichi laughed, throwing her head back as the uproarious guffaws tore from those plump, kissable lips. "You're lucky you're such a damn good lay, Ichigo, or else I might take offense to that sort of talk."

Ichigo chuckled, himself, before noticing something else about the state of Miss Shihoin's prisoner.

He cocked an eyebrow when he saw the two large, menacingly studded black dildos were sticking out of Bambietta's ass and pussy, the futilely struggling quincy girl's face colored a bright, nigh-fluorescent pink. They were clearly tearing the lass's holes right the fuck up, though their girth was nonetheless visibly less than that of Ichigo's own manhood.

"Where in the world were you keeping those?" he asked Yoruichi curiously, eliciting a sly smirk from the woman in question.

"Where do you think?" she purred, dropping Bambietta, who was bound shibari style with glowing ropes of kido, onto the sand at Ichigo's feet.

Glancing down at the dildos which – again – while large and intimidating, were nonetheless still smaller than his dick, Ichigo shrugged.

"Up your ass?" he guessed.

"Half right," Yoruichi said with a smirk and a wink, before bending down and slowly, teasingly pulling the dildos out of Bambietta.

That was about when Ichigo noticed that the quincy girl also had a ball gag in her mouth silencing her, which explained the absence of vocal protests of this treatment from Bambietta. He then looked to her ass and pussy, which looked sore and stretched out from the dildos.

He recalled the things that Bambietta and her fellow Sternritter did to the Seireitei, in the past, and to his friends in the Gotei 13. While he had not exactly been a good personal friend of everyone who had been killed in that attempted coup of, well, existence, Ichigo had nonetheless been affected by it in his own way. And many of those relatively few people whom he did know in Soul Society were badly affected by the casualties of the war.

The quincies of the Vandenreich, and their leader in particular, had done nothing to endear themselves to Ichigo. If anything, they had done everything in their power to make him want them dead. Ichigo might not have been particularly inclined to holding grudges after the fact, but that didn't mean he had no bad feelings towards the Sternritters.

So, when knelt down over Bambiette, lining himself up with her already visibly sore and abused cunt, and saw the fear in her eyes... well, he relished it.

"I don't like you," he said quietly, glowering down at the quincy. "But at least you've got a halfway decent body. And who knows? Maybe you'll even enjoy this."

Grabbing her hips tight, drinking in the horrified way Bambietta's eyes stared up at him, Ichigo slammed himself into her.

The former Stern Ritter let out a gasp that was audible even through the ball gag in her mouth. She'd thought the dildos had been stretching her out, but as Ichigo massive cock plunged into her pussy, she realized that those dildos were nothing compared to the real deal. At least, in Ichigo's case.

She could not help the blush that came onto her face as the substitute soul reaper so callously fucked her, not bothering with any manner of pretext or foreplay. Nor could she help the pleasurable shiver that ran up her spine as she felt his dick bump up against her cervix as he drilled her cunt.

Ichigo was having a good deal of fun as he fucked Bambietta. As one of the Stern Ritter, he knew the girl had no doubt killed a number of shinigami, so he was not bothering with making this fun for her. He wasn't having sex with her. Her was raping her. Maybe he was being a bit cruel, punishing the girl for simply following orders, but he could not help but feel the need to put her in her place.

And so he fucked her, roughly, violently stretching out her cunt. He did not bother to pull out when he came, instead filling her pussy with his seed. And he made sure to come inside her multiple times, raping Bambietta's pussy until she was visibly to weak to stand.

Ichigo sighed in satisfaction as he came in Bambietta's one last time. The girl had stopped protesting a while ago. In fact, she had not been capable of any kind of vocalization more eloquent than a whimper or moan...

Turning Bambietta over so that he could see her face, Ichigo looked into the former Stern Ritter's eyes and saw that they were completely empty. There was no sign of any sort of intelligence behind her dark orbs, and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth as she panted weakly.

Her body was covered in sweat, and her fair skin was deeply flushed. Bambietta did not do anything as Ichigo looked down at her. She simply lay there, panting and shivering.

"Heheh," Ichigo chuckled somewhat darkly. "Looks like all that was a bit too much for her..." he mused.

Yoruichi, who had been sitting on the sidelines and watching in amusement as he raped the quincy girl, nodded slowly. There was a wicked smirk on her face, and she was reclining lazily in the sand, uncaring of the reishi particles that got into her nether regions as she lounged about completely naked.

"Yeah, I guess she just didn't have what takes to handle your fucking," the dark skinned, golden eyed ex-shinigami said in a distinctly cheery tone. "There probably isn't anything left of her mind..." she continued, now speaking huskily. "Now she's nothing more than a receptacle for your semen."

Several of the hypnotized girls on the sidelines got somewhat jealous looks on their faces at this statement. Ichigo just laughed it off, though.

"You think so?" he said. "Well, that's nice. It's definitely the kind of fate that someone like her deserves..." he remarked in good humor, causing Yoruichi to chuckle.

"My, my," said she, "What a ruthless man you've become... It's really turning me on."

There was a virtually unanimous chorus of agreement from the peanut gallery, at this statement, and Ichigo grinned.

"Heh, maybe I should fuck some of you girls, next..." he mused. "I know you've certainly been waiting long enough."

But even as he said this, a thought entered his mind. Idly, recalling something he had noticed earlier, Ichigo took out the hypno-gun and examined it. An idea had popped into his head, and now he was curious.

He looked the gun over, briefly, searching for that button he had just remembered...

There!

Just as he recalled from one of his prior examinations of the weapon, he noticed a button labeled materialize zanpakuto spirits. It had seemed an oddly specific setting, but then Urhahara's inventions did usually emphasize the mad in "mad scientist."

And, feeling just curious enough to try it out, Ichigo lifted the gun up and pressed the button.

"Hey, Matsumoto, Rukia," he called out, "Do you two mind stepping forward? There's actually something I wanna test, first..."

The two beamed at him.

"Of course, master/Ichigo-sama," they cooed, moving to the front of the crowd.

Ichigo smirked, seeing there naked bodies. Pressing the button, he took aim at them. The two smiled patiently, trusting him completely even as he pulled the trigger and shot them with the hypno-gun.

Red energy washed over their bodies. Their reiatsu, well, hiccuped, for lack of a better term, and there was a flash of light.

A second later, Haineko and Sode no Shirayuki were standing apart from their mistresses. The former was just as voluptuous as Ichigo would have thought, and the latter looked so otherworldly and graceful in her snow white kimono. Both of the spirits were beautiful.

Ichigo smirked.

"Yo," he said, greeting the two with a wave. He expected them to react like any of the other girls had after getting shot, call him master, maybe, or go all wild over his junk.

But they didn't.

They glared at him.

"How dare brainwash you Rukia!" Sode no Shirayuki snarled icily, eyes gleaming darkly as snow started to appear and whirl around her.

"You fucker!" Haineko growled ferally, "Just because my master's a lazy, irresponsible, unreliable airhead doesn't mean I'll let you just make her your slave!"

Haineko's ears were flattened against her head and her hackles were raised as she bared her teeth with a hiss, claws of ash forming on her finger tips.

Sode no Shirayuki, for her part, simply gracefully raised a hand, and the snow viciously flying in a vortex around her coalesced into the pure white sword which was called the most beautiful in all of Soul Society.

"You bastard..." said the former, her voice filled with loathing. "Don't think your tricks will work on us," she said warningly. "There's only one way to gain a zanpakuto's loyalty, you know..."

She then leaped up into the air and swung her claws, ashes flying forth in a wild pattern and kicking up the sand where it landed, Ichigo having narrowly dodged at the last second.

"... and we don't plan on losing to someone like you!" she yowled, landing back on the ground and immediately dashing aside to give her companion a clear shot.

"Irredeemable scum..." said Sode no Shirayuki lowly, elegantly tapping the tip of her sword into the ground at her feet in a certain pattern, leaving shining white marks where it touched. "Slit your belly and at least die with honor."

She then raised her sword in both hands, pointing it at Ichigo as she took a ready stance.

"Next Dance:" she whispered coldly, eyes shining with an unforgiving light. "White Lotus."

A massive blast of icy snow and reiryoku erupted forth from tip of the zanpakuto spirit's blade, flying straight towards Ichigo, turning everything it touched to ice.

Ichigo once again narrowly dodged, shivering a little bit since he was naked and that was cold. Lifting Zangetsu off his back, he decided he'd have to fight for real if he wanted to enslave those two.

All it took to end the fight was a single swing of Zangetsu. Nothing more. Ichigo didn't even need to use getsuga tensho, just the air pressure from the swipe of his blade was sufficient to break Haineko and Sode no Shirayuki.

The two sword spirits may have been strong, but Ichigo was on a whole other level from them.

Shirayuki scowled as she fell to her knees, seeing that her elegant kimono had been reduced to tatters and now covered basically nothing. She was indignant at being cut down so easily, but as she saw her senior Haineko collapse beside her as well, the fur shorn from her private areas, Sode no Shirayuki reluctantly realized that this was a fight they had been destined to lose.

She sighed, though. Ichigo had defeated them, mastered them. Their original masters already belonged to him in mind and body, and now they too were his. Not only their bodies, but their powers...

Looking up at Ichigo, who was standing over them, his face in shadow and his penis sticking up right in front of their mouths, Sode no Shirayuki and Haineko bowed their heads and submitted reluctantly to their new master.

Ichigo looked down at them, smirking.

"About time you two realized your place," he remarked. "Now you can join your mistresses in serving me!" He laughed. "But first, to break you girls in."

Haineko and Sode no Shiraki grimaced.

"Yes, master," they said, contempt audible in their voices.

Ichigo's smirk turned into a scowl. "I think you two need a lesson in respect," he said. "By the time I'm through with you girls, you won't ever talk to me that way again."

He took a step forward, his expression becoming truly menacing.

"Haineko," Ichigo said firmly. "Get on your knees. Turn around. Bend over." His tone was severe and his words clipped, spoken in a manner that brooked nor argument nor disobedience.

Haineko, with a slight gulp, did as he said. She might not have liked it, but he was her new master. If he told her to jump, the only question she was to ask was "How high?"

It also probably helped that she was a little horny from being cooped up in sword-form for so long...

Her eyes widened as that train of thought was cut short by Ichigo slamming his dick all the way into her hungrily burning pussy. He was certainly not wasting his time, here!

Haineko moaned in spite of herself, unable to help the pleasure that flooded her body as Ichigo drilled her pussy. His cock was incredible, and Haineko, despite usually preferring to be the top cat, so to speak, was quickly finding that she did not mind being bent over and fucked without preamble, at least as long as master was the one doing the fucking...

So lost in ecstasy was Haineko as she came, that she did not even realize that she had just called Ichigo "master", even if only in her head.

Still, she was coming. Ichigo's dick was incredible, and it had pushed her over the edge almost faster than she could have believed was possible. She was already lost in euphoria, and he'd barely even needed to do anything to her!

Ichigo smirked, looking down at Haineko's juices, which were still dripping from her pussy even after he pulled out.

"Good girl," he said, petting Haineko's ass. "Have you learned your lesson?"

Haineko nodded, whimpering slightly at the absence of Ichigo's dick from her pussy. Ichigo noticed this, and decided that she at least deserved a reward for being so cooperative.

"Hey, Kon!" Ichigo hollered over to the mod soul, who had been in the process of rubbing one out between the breasts of an exhausted Nozomi. "Come over here and take care of Haineko. I've got to break in Shirayuki now."

"Sure thing, boss!" Kon said eagerly, immediately running over and starting to play with Haineko's tits, causing the catgirl spirit to moan happily.

Ichigo, meanwhile turned his attention to Sode no Shirayuki, who was glaring up at him defiantly. She was most certainly incredibly beautiful, with her fair skin and lithe form. Her breasts were nothing exceptional in terms of size, but their shape and proportion were flawless.

Glancing over to the harem, Ichigo decided to call over Rukia to help break in her stubborn zanpakuto.

Shirayuki hissed as she felt her mistress's hands cup her modest breasts and rub her nipples. Her breath came out in pants, visible mist condensing in the air when she exhaled. She then grimaced as she felt Ichigo spread her legs and stick his dick past the lips of her pussy.

Sode no Shirayuki's alabaster cheeks grew pink as Ichigo proceeded to pump himself in and out of her cunt, somewhat gently at first, but quickly growing in force and violence of tempo. She moaned and wailed as her former mistress lovingly caressed her breasts and playfully pinched and twisted her nipples while her new master plowed her cunt.

The three of them continued in this manner for several minutes, Sode no Shirayuki being much tougher to break down than Haineko. But she was not invulnerable. Slowly, little by little Ichigo and Rukia's passionate, rough, skillful ministrations chipped away at Sode no Shirayuki's armor, gradually thawing her out bit by bit.

Finally, after nearly half an hour of increasingly passionate intercourse, Sode no Shirayuki's defenses came crumbling down like the walls of Jericho, and she came.

"That's more like it..." Ichigo grunted as he felt Shirayuki's pussy clamp down on his cock, and he came in unto her, filling the spirit with his seed.

"Thank you... master... mistress..." Sode no Shirayuki moaned in between labored breaths, her skin slick with sweat and flushed brighly erubescent. She was trembling, but also visibly ecstatic, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her eyes half-lidded.

Ichigo grinned, and finally he turned his attention to the rest of the girls.

Later, as Ichigo's girls were winding down from a nice, big orgy. The substitute soul reaper himself was sitting next to a cooing Mahane, whose boobs it seemed like half the girls in his harem were using as pillows.

Listening to the girls just breathing as they snoozed in one big, naked pile of sexy womanflesh (and Kon), and seeing their countless individual charm points and assets proudly on display in the Hueco Mundo moonlight, Ichigo smiled softly.

"Man, at this rate I'll need a hundred girls just to get this boner down," he said, somewhat incongruously with the set up. He looked down at his erection, which was as big, hardy, and horny as ever. "I mean, sure, I guess I could just do it with the ones I've got now until it finally softens, but they need their rest."

He looked over the large pile of sleeping bodies warmly. He could see that one or two of the hardier girls were still sensate, but they didn't look up to the kind of fucking it would require to take the edge off of this damnable libido. He didn't know if it was because of his sheer level of power or what, but it seemed like nothing could sate his ravening loins for more than a few minutes.

It was crazy, but his dick felt like it had a mind of its own. And that mind was a greedy, perverted son of a bitch who wouldn't be satisfied, or so it seemed at this rate, until every single girl he knew was his own personal fuck-buddy.

And that was putting it nicely.

Ichigo shrugged. "Well," he mused, "I guess there are plenty of pretty hot chicks in this place." The arrancar women seemed to be obsessed with wearing as little as possible, and Ichigo certainly didn't have anything against that philosophy.

Vanishing with shunpo, Ichigo set off in the direction of the ruined, decrepit shell of Las Noches. Without having to slow down to let the others keep up, it was a simple matter for Ichigo to quickly cover the distance to what had once been Aizen's seat of power.

In a few minutes, he stood atop the vast, cracked and crumbling central dome of the massive structure, in the same place where he'd had his final battle with Ulquiorra. Though some surviving arrancar still called this place home, they cared not for such mundane things as roof repairs, and so just left the damaged areas untouched.

Dropping down through the roof, Ichigo fell an incredible distance to the ground, kicking up a massive cloud of sand when he landed. It did not even vaguely hurt his knees, though, such was the durability of his spiritual body.

Looking around, Ichigo surveyed the largely barren interior, the artificial, ironic sunlight of Las Noches briefly burning his eyes before they adjusted. He did not see much of anything around, aside from assorted pieces of pointless architectural dick-waving. The structures within were in better shape than the exterior of the brobdignagian palace would have made one think, but they were still in obvious disrepair.

As his eyes swept the interior of the palace he saw two figures. One blonde, one with black hair and pigtails. The latter was dressed in a decidedly skimpy outfit, while the former was dressed relatively more conservatively. Both had mask remnants covering one of their eyes - the right one for the tomboyish blonde, and the left one for the pig-tailed slut.

Both of the arrancar were modestly endowed, with B or C-cup breasts, but they were still pretty attractive. Ichigo was pretty sure he recognized them as having been among those who had tried to fight against the Stern Ritter "J", Kirge Opie, the selfsame asshole who had used his last moments of life to trap Ichigo within the Precipice World long enough for things to go completely to hell in a hand basket over in Soul Society. For that alone, he supposed he had a small bit of respect for them.

Waving a hand, he called over to the two.

The visible, violet eye of Loly Aivirrne narrowed at the sight of the naked, orange-haired substitute soul reaper who had the gall to walk into the domain of the arrancar in just his birthday suit.

"Hey!" she snarled loudly, glaring at Ichigo and drawing her dagger zanpakuto. "What do you think you're doing here?!"

In an instant, Ichigo was behind Loly, a hand on her shoulder. The arrancar's eyes widened, shocked at how quickly he had closed the distance between them.

"F-fast!" she whispered, twisting her body in a desperate attempt to hit Ichigo with her dagger. He caught the blade between his index and middle fingers, however, and it did not so much as scratch him.

"Don't be so hasty," Ichigo said calmly, looking completely unperturbed by the fact that the girl had just tried to shank him. "I come in peace," he told her. "There's no need to fight."

"Don't give us that crap, pervert!" the green-eyed blonde Menoly Mallia snapped, charging up a cero in her fist and punching it at Ichigo's back.

The blast was intercepted, however, by a large cloud of ash emanating from the tip of Ichigo's Zangetsu.

"Growl," Ichigo said simply, calling on the powers of the conquered Haineko. The entire mass of Zangetsu's blade turned to ash, which billowed in massive drifts, blocking out the artificial sunlight and ripping apart the compacted surface of the ground within Las Noches.

Menoly, at ground zero of that devastating attack, fell to her knees, instantly defeated. Her clothes were completely shredded, and her body was littered with shallow cuts.

Loly's one visible eye widened at this, and she whimpered, realizing that she might have made an error of judgement in deciding to try attacking this guy.

"That's no good..." Ichigo said lowly, even as the ashes returned to the blade of the sword on his back. "Don't you to know anything about how to entertain a guest...?"

He then forcibly bent Loly over, flipping up the female arrancar's skirt.

"I think it's about time somebody taught you two some manners," Ichigo growled.

A/N: One of the only real changes I made here from the original, aside from some general ironing out of the connecting parts (as well as greatly expanding on some more weakly covered portions), was aging the child!Nel up a notch or two. In the original thing, the child half is the same apparent age as, well, the child Nel in the series. Which, in hindsight, was a little too far on the lolicon side even for someone as overall jaded as myself.

And considering all the OTHER things I have left in completely unchanged (like holy crap, that outright noncon I'd completely forgotten)... well, I think that just really says something. Namely that yes, even I have lines that I am hesitant to cross.

Updated: 12-11-13

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