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One Shot, One Kiss	By : EvilFuzzy Category: Bleach > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63584 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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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.

(if I can stretch this fic out into ten chapters... that would be a nice round number)

Morning came, and with it the promise of further conquest. Downstairs, in the foyer of the vast and glamorous manse, were Urahara and Tessai, standing across from former shinigami captain Isshin "Kurosaki" Shiba. Between them stood the tall, square arch of a senkaimon, what looked like great beams of wood papered with blank ofuda talismans.

Urahara smiled at the sight of Ichigo coming down the stairs in full shihakusho, Zangetsu strapped to his back as always. Isshin beamed at the sight of the three beautiful soul reaper ladies accompanying his son, dressed also in their accustomed garb of dead souls.

He saw Rukia Kuchiki, adopted sister of Byakuya Kuchiki, of one of the four great noble clans of the Seireitei. Her pale skin and short, black hair combined with a slender, petite build to present a nearly flawless Japanese beauty, young though she still was for their kind.

Next he observed Yoruichi Shihoin, mature and curvaceous, dark-skinned and exotic. He nodded to her respectfully, seeing the woman dressed in her favored orange get up. She smirked at him, an equal of Isshin's in every way that mattered. As a captain, a noble, and an exile.

Lastly Isshin beheld Rangiku Matsumoto, his buxom and lascivious former assistant in the Tenth Division. She looked like her bust had grown an inch or two since he'd last seen her, and Isshin ogled her generous cleavage most appreciatively. Though she was not of any noble heritage, she carried herself with every bit as much confidence and surety as the other two.

Tessai's mustache bristled. Eyeglasses glinted in the light of the sun coming through tall, ornamented windows facing the lake.

"Is this all the accompaniment you plan to take with you, Ichigo-dono?" the kido master inquired respectfully of the ginger half-quincy.

"Yeah," said Ichigo blandly, shrugging. "I wanna get that female half of Renji's Zabimaru, so Rukia and Rangiku might come in handy for that... and Yoruichi will be my best bet for tackling Soi Fon, if that comes up."

Urahara laughed. "Ohh, you can bet that it will..." he said enigmatically, cheerfully. He hid his face, as ever, behind that damnably annoying harisen of his. "After the uproar you've been causing here, and in Hueco Mundo..."

"...you'll be lucky if you don't find an army waiting for you," said Isshin cheerfully.

"Ah..." Ichigo sweatdropped. "Well, I am a noble, right? If you were the Shiba head, old man, then that technically makes me the rightful heir to that clan."

"Yes," said his father, eyes twinkling. "So it does..."

"And Ichigo deserves everything he desires," added Rukia, smiling worshipfully at her lover and master. "If the Seireitei does not see that, then I will gladly burn it down at his side."

"Ara, ara..." murmured Kisuke, sweatdropping a little. "I'm sure there won't be any need for THAT... Yamamoto and the rest do owe you a pretty big favor, after all... for everything you've done."

"And we intend to make them pay every last kan," said Yoruichi lustily, cocking her wide, beautiful hips to one side.

"This should be fun..." cooed Matsumoto. "Seeing master dominate what are sure to be so many beautiful shinigami..." Her cheeks were pink, and there was a perverted gleam in her eyes.

"Yes," said Kisuke brightly. "So it should~"

He then tapped his cane on the floor, stirring the senkaimon to life. The air ripped and swirled between the great beams of the gate, a portal to Soul Society opening before them.

Ichigo grinned, and took a step towards the portal.

"Heh, next time I see you, Goat-chin... Hat-and-clogs... I'll be the baddest damn ass to ever walk out of Soul Society with an army of horny bitches," he said confidently.

Urahara laughed cheerfully, and Isshin grinned proudly at his son. Tessai was stoic, but his glasses seemed to glint his well-wishes.

Nodding a wordless farewell, Ichigo stepped through the portal, leading Yoruichi, Matsumoto, and Rukia into the Soul Society.

They emerged from other side and into a grassy field somewhere in the outer Rukon district. The location seemed well removed from Soul Society proper, even the shanties and huts of the impoverished outer sectors being visible only just in the distance.

Turning his head a little, Ichigo saw that they had emerged right in front of Kukaku Shiba's ever changing house. The theme was different from the last time he'd seen it, and let's just say that it was something too obscene to be mentioned even in this.

A vein throbbed in Ichigo's temples. His left eye twitched a little, looking at the vulgar signposting Kukaku had done above her ever-moving domicile. His lips moved into a faint sneer, irritation evident in the set of his jaws.

"Oy..." he muttered. "Is this bitch trying to piss me off?" Absently his fingers twitched, longing to reach for Zangetsu and just look for Kukaku in the rubble afterwards. He held his temper back though, even remembering as he did how the woman had beaten and humiliated him in the past.

Even if she had been a big help, that didn't mean Ichigo had forgotten all the trouble she'd put him through as well. As far as he was concerned, this particular house call was all to get even with the fireworks mistress and put her in her place.

"Rukia... Rangiku..." he said lowly. "Hide your presence."

The two nodded. They drew on his hollow reiatsu which had been seeded within their bodies, the agent of their hypnosis and enslavement, erasing any signs of themselves from ordinary shinigami. Though Ichigo could still see them, to anyone without his hollow reiatsu in their body they were completely and perfectly invisible.

"Mmm, Kukaku-chan will be in for quite a big surprise," purred Yoruichi huskily, glancing at Ichigo with smouldering lust in her golden eyes.

Ichigo grinned, feeling a bit of a stirring in his loins at the thought of breaking and debasing the cocky, voluptuous Shiba woman.

He licked his lips.

"Let's pay an old friend a visit," he said.

Ichigo and Yoruichi walked in the front door.

They found Kukaku without any trouble. She was just sitting in the basement tinkering with some device or other. Ganju and the twins were nowhere to be found.

Ichigo grew more aroused seeing Kukaku's truly obscene figure in person. It had been a long time since he'd last met the woman, and he had apparently forgotten just how ridiculously hot and scantily clad she had really been. Yoruchi smiled at the sight of her old friend and fellow noblewoman-with-no-intentions-of-acting-like-an-actual-noblewoman.

They were perfectly silent in their approach, but still Kukaku noticed them the instant they crossed the threshold into the heavily warded basement where she conducted her pyrotechnic experimentations. Beakers and test tubes lined the walls, filled with powders and liquids of all kinds. Sticks of unprocessed TNT-equivalent were stowed haphazardly in wooden crates, chunks of rock and pungent crystal formations were laden weightily upon heavy duty worktables, and all kinds of notepads and charts were scattered here and there in a very anxiety-inducing example of first class fire hazards.

Ichigo sweatdropped a little nervously at how blatantly little regard this woman had for even the most basic of safety considerations when working with such dangerous explosives as she preferred.

"Hello, Ichigo, Yoruichi," said Kukaku absently, appearing focused on a sample of some bubbling, black, tar-like substance. She was scratching her chin a little thoughtfully. She didn't even turn to look at them, initially. "I wasn't expecting you here so soon..."

"But you were expecting us," Ichigo noted.

"Hah! Yeah, so I was," said Kukaku with a laugh. She glanced over her one armless shoulder at the substitute soul reaper and his one of many newfound slaves and sex buddies. "Kisuke went a lot slower in building that harem, himself, back then..."

Yoruichi smirked lustily.

"He didn't have a tenth of this kid's stamina, though," she said wolfishly, smirking and eyeing Ichigo's groin. She saw the faintest beginnings of a tent forming down there. "Or half as big a dick."

Kukaku laughed. "Really?" she said, humor in her eyes. "I thought Kisuke was actually quite well endowed..."

"So's a horse," replied Yoruichi. "But Ichigo-kun here puts both to shame."

"Ohhhh?" said Kukaku. She turned her full body to face them, now, abandoning whatever she had been doing when they first came in. She eyed Ichigo's crotch interestedly, eyes gleaming at the sight of the slowly but surely growing bulge. "Kuku, I guess I can see what you're talking about..."

She leaned gratuitously forward, bending her torso low to show off absolutely all of the cleavage at her disposal. Which was a HELL of a lot.

Ichigo licked his lips, leering appreciatively at the sight. His rapidly stiffing cock threatened to rip a hole in his shihakusho.

Kukaku chortled lustily, cheeks flushing and eyes mischievously gleaming.

"Oh yeah," she said. "I can DEFINITELY see it. Mm-mmm, that must be a whole lot of man you have stuffed inside those hakama, Ichigo."

"More than can handle, I'll bet," said the Kurosaki cockily.

Kukaku leered at Ichigo's growing tent. He could smell her arousal, and with the way she was seated Ichigo could also see that what little she wore in the way of underwear was looking most thoroughly drenched.

"We'll just have to see about that, won't we?" she said suggestively. "So, you gonna shoot me or what?"

Ichigo smirked at her.

"That depends," he said. "Would you be willing to become my slave on your own?"

Kukaku smirked back. Her eyes glinted dangerously. A respectable spiritual pressure caused the shelves on the walls to start trembling a little, sloshing their contents around most ominously.

Then Kukaku grinned.

"Sure," she said. "Why the hell not?"

The tense atmosphere was immediately deflated. Ichigo sighed a little at that anticlimax.

"...seriously?" he said a little disbelievingly. "Huh. I didn't think it would be that easy."

"Eh." Kukaku shrugged dismissively. "There ain't much to do nowadays. After all that excitement, it's a little hard going back to the boring old day-to-day stuff... moonlighting in a harem could be just what I need to spice up my life. Plus, if that dick of yours is even half as big as it's looking right now..." She licked her lips.

Ichigo grinned. "Great," he said. "That's one down, at least. And a whole bunch more to go." He growled hungrily, the sound of it making shivers go up Yoruichi's spine.

"Mmm, I can't wait," purred the former second division captain huskily. She shook her hips a little for Ichigo's viewing pleasure. Even fully clothed, the gesture was most arousing.

Kukaku laughed.

"Hey, hey," she said. "Don't start talking like you're gonna go off right away, you guys! You still have a brand spanking new slave right here just itching to be broken in." She winked lustily, and Ichigo saw her inching those soaking wet panties suggestively down her supple, sexy thighs.

Kukaku smiled at him, seeing where his attention was being focused. She struck a most inviting pose, kicking her panties off and into a distant corner.

"You're right..." he mused. "After all, I might still need to use the gun on you to improve weak points."

Smirking, Ichigo dropped his hakama, allowing his mighty rod to spring free from its suffocating confines. Kukaku's eyes widened in shock, beholding the sheer length and girth of her new master's manhood. It was even greater than she could have imagined.

"Wow," she said, mesmerized. "With how much of a pansy I remember you being, I never would have thought you'd be THIS big..."

"Fufufu..." sniggered Yoruichi. "If you think that's impressive, then just wait 'til he gets that baby inside you... It will blow your fucking mind."

Kukaku licked her lips, cunt glistening with moisture.

"Ohh, I can believe it," she moaned huskily, lewdly spreading her legs to allow Ichigo ease of access. "Mmm, I'm already glad I decided to go along with this..."

Ichigo leered appreciatively, undressing Kukaku's voluptuous body with his eyes.

"Well," he said. "For your first test, I'd like you ...to get into doggy-style position," Ichigo said.

Kukaku smirked, getting down on her hands and knees.

"Like this~?" she asked teasingly, lifting her juicy rump and waggling it at Ichigo.

"Exactly," Ichigo grunted appreciatively, taking hold of the firework mistress's hips and thrusting into her pussy without further ado.

"AH!" Kukaku gasped, eyes widening as she felt Ichigo's member fill her cunt. She let out a lewd moan in spite of herself. Even though he had only just entered into her, she already felt like her pussy was on fire.

Ichigo chuckled knowingly as he felt Kukaku tremble beneath him, her luscious curves jiggling delightfully.

"Too easy," he taunted, pulling halfway out of Kukaku's pussy, then slamming back into her, eliciting a surprisingly cute yelp from the normally brusque woman. He repeated this motion two more times in quick succession, causing Kukaku to practically howl with pleasure as her limbs turned to jelly beneath her. "I bet you're already about to come, aren't you?"

Kukaku whimpered in response, and Ichigo gave her rump a sharp, playful swat, causing her to gasp and moan, before her womanly juices gushed out.

"Geez," Ichigo muttered, "What a pathetic slut you are. Coming just from that?" He tsk'ed. "Too soft. And I'm not even halfway there yet."

He then pulled out of Kukaku's pussy before thrusting his dick into her anus. What little strength the woman still had left by that point was quickly sapped as Ichigo drilled her ass with enough force to cripple a lesser woman. He thoroughly reamed her ass for several minutes before finally coming, and his seed filled her anus completely.

Kukaku collapsed with a piteous mewling sound, utterly spent. Her face was red, and she was panting and covered in sweat.

"Incredible..." she murmured, awed, "...truly incredible... I'm sorry I ever doubted you."

"Good," Ichigo said bluntly, though there was a satisfied grin on his face. "Now, who do you think we should go after next?"

Kukaku smirked, though she was panting and covered with sweat.

"I think those two Kotetsu girls might make a decent addition," she suggested casually as she sat up, a short, soft moan escaping her lips as she felt her weight shift onto her sore, abused rump.

Ichigo stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm... you mean Isane and Kiyone?" He hummed softly. "Not a bad idea," he said. "They're not half-bad-looking... Isane's got some fine tits under that shihakusho of hers, and Kiyone looks like she has a pretty nice ass, herself..."

He grinned.

"Yup, my mind's made up!" he said. "Those two are next on the list."

He turned to face Rukia, Rangiku, and Yoruichi, the three of whom seemed to be helping each other masturbate. All three were naked, and hidden from the perception of those not under the effects of the hypno-gun.

"You guys stay here and show Kukaku the ropes," he told them, chuckling inwardly when he saw Yoruichi proceed to pull out some bondage gear (from where, Ichigo didn't know for sure, but he had a few ideas, which could incidentally provide some good masturbation fodder were he so inclined).

As the three girls tied up a widely grinning Kukaku and began having their way with her, Ichigo closed his eyes and zeroed in on the reiatsu of the two Kotetsu siblings before using shunpo to flicker away.

Conveniently for Ichigo, he had sensed the spiritual signatures of Isane and Kiyone to be in the same place, so when he flickered into a nicer part of the Rukongai, right on the outskirts of Seireitei, it was to find his two newest targets chatting somewhat amicably with one another.

Ichigo grinned rather wolfishly at the startled expressions on the two girls' faces, before lazily raising a hand in casual salutations.

"Yo," he said, deciding to get straight to the point, his loins stirring restlessly. "How would you two like to be my sex slaves?"

Kiyone chortled, thinking Ichigo was simply making a bawdy jest.

"Haha! Sure, why not?" she joked, eyes twinkling with mirth. "Eh, sis?" she gave Isane a grin and playfully slapped the tall, silver haired girl on the rump, causing her to yelp and practically jump a foot in the air, face quickly turning beet red.

"Ah... that... I...!" Isane stammered, awkward and uncomfortable with such a subject. She had a look like a deer caught in headlights, glancing anxiously between Ichigo and her little sister, uncertain how to react. However, after spluttering and stuttering for a moment, she eventually decided to go along with the joke.

"S-sure..." she said at last, chuckling nervously.

Kiyone beamed at this, throwing an arm around her big sister and pulling her in close. "Great!" she said, hugging Isane tight, her head pressing into side of the taller girl's breasts.

Then she turned her attention to Ichigo. Grinning playfully, she curtseyed.

"What would you have us do, master?" she asked him teasingly.

Smirking, Ichigo took out his dick which while soft at the moment was still impressively large. Kiyone and Isane's eyes nearly popped out of their heads at the sight, half from disbelief at what Ichigo was doing, and half from awe at his member's considerable length and girth.

"Suck me off," he said, his tone perfectly casual, as though there was nothing unusual or inappropriate about what he was doing.

Isane blushed fiercely, eyes flicking back and forth between Ichigo's dick and his eyes. Kiyone choked, gaping at Ichigo disbelievingly. How could he ask them to do that? It was unbelievable.

The two sisters were silent for a moment, staring in disbelief at Ichigo. But then Kiyone smiled, stepping forward and getting down on her knees. She looked Ichigo's dick over, stroking it once, before leaning in and tentatively licking a bit of precum off the head.

Her eyes widened in surprise at how delicious it was, and a moan escaped her mouth as her cheeks reddened.

"Wow..." she murmured, eyes nearly rolling back into her head just from that single taste. She looked over at her shyer elder sister and smiled. "Come on, Isane," she called over, "You have to try this."

The tall, silver haired girl eyed her younger sister dubiously for a moment, but then she shook her head and gave an internal shrug, stepping forward and joining Kiyone on her knees. She took a deep breath through her nostrils, filling them with Ichigo's heady, overpowering musk.

That done, she then leaned and sort of planted a kiss on the shaft of Ichigo's member, lightly licking the skin.

Ichigo groaned approvingly at this, and Isane blushed. She was a very insecure girl, so hearing the pleasure in Ichigo's voice made her a little giddy, and she began servicing him more eagerly, running her tongue up and down his shaft while Kiyone sucked on the head.

Both were blushing and moaning, playing with themselves through their clothes as they sucked Ichigo off. And the sounds they were making only aroused him further, pushing him even to the point of coming. With a husky groan, he climaxed.

Ichigo groaned as he felt the pressure in his loins reach bursting point. He was about to come, he knew.

On a whim, he pulled out of Kiyone's warm mouth, away from Isane's soft lips, and let his semen spray all over their bodies. They gasped in shock – and even a little awe – at the sheer, prodigious quantity, which sprayed them all over, covering their respective shihakusho.

They looked down, as one, at their now thoroughly soiled clothes. Ichigo's seed, so thick and so plentiful, had all but stained their black robes white, and it was clear just from looking that no amount of washing would be enough to remove the stains that were no doubt setting in even now.

Isane was more dismayed by this than Kiyone, who was more or less taking it perfectly in stride, casting off her clothes without a second thought. The elder Kotetsu sibling personally balked at the idea of so casually going naked, but she also knew that she couldn't exactly go out in public with her clothes like this...

Kiyone, seeing the conflicted look on her sister's face, simply laughed and tore Isane's clothes right off her body, much to the latter's dismay.

Soon, though, they were both standing before Ichigo as naked as the day they were born.

"I'm gonna go get some more slaves," Ichigo said. "You two go to Kukaku Shiba's house and play with some of your fellow slaves that I've gotten. Do you know where Kukaku's home is?" They nodded in confirmation. "Good. Now go."

They did as told, and Ichigo went away from the seretei. He decided to get them later, and focus on two other females.

Eventually, he came across one of those two.

Ichigo soon saw the young ruler of the Kasumiōji clan on a tree stump. She was crying her little heart out. Ichigo steadily approached the young girl.

"Rurichiyo?" he called. This caused the young clan leader to turn her head.

"Ichigo..." she said. After a moment, she ran up to him, knocking him over before crying into his chest. He tentatively put a hand on her back, gently stroking it in a comforting manner.

"Hey, why don't you tell me what's wrong?"

She slowly got up, wiping the tears from her face before looking at him.

"The Kasumiōji home got burned down." Ichigo's eyes went wide at that. "I was the only one who managed to survive. They're all gone. Shū, Ryūsei, Rusaburō, all of them. I've got no one left."

As she finished she started crying again, and Ichigo continued to stroke her back. He slowly moved his other hand toward the gun, and readied it for firing.

"Well, I have something that'll make it all better."

She sat up and looked into his eyes. "What's that?"

"This."

Ichigo pulled out the gun, and fired it before she do anything. As a wave of red light washed over Rurichiyo's petite form, her eyes went unfocused. Her frame trembled as Ichigo's hollow reiatsu seeped into her body, permeating her to the very core of her being.

A confused moan escaped the girl's mouth as she stared longingly, worshipfully, into Ichigo's eyes, and he knew she was now his.

With a smirk, Ichigo moved the hand caressing the small of her back lower, grabbing the hem of her fine, silken robes and hiking them up baring her tight little ass and young virgin pussy. Rurichiyo, hypnotized as she was, simply smiled at this, happy. She could feel Ichigo's erection as it slipped out of his shihakusho to press against her entrance.

She moaned, wordlessly imploring him to go continue.

And Ichigo did. With a thrust of his pelvis, he impaled Rurichiyo's blossom, deflowering her with a single motion. He groaned delightedly as he felt the walls of the orphaned heiress's tight cunt squeeze against his cock even as he stretched it out. He gripped her ass cheeks in his hands, pressing down on them to push her further down onto his rod.

In this manner, he fucked her for several minutes. Rurichiyo came a number of times, overwhelmed by his considerable, ever-growing sexual prowess. At last, though, he came inside her, filling the young girl's pussy with his semen.

Suddenly, as Ichigo finished filled Rurichiyo's pussy with his semen, he heard the sound of footsteps on the grass, and then an audible, distinctly feminine gasp.

"Oh my," came the voice of exiled scientist Ran'tao, sounding slightly impressed as Ichigo pulled his sizable member out of the young blonde's tight cunt. "Oh... my..." she repeated, when she got a clear glimpse of his throbbing, glistening member.

Ichigo smirked at the tone of Ran'tao's voice.

"Take a picture," he told her smugly, facetiously, standing up and turning to face the decently attractive woman, "It'll last longer."

A blush dusted Ran'tao's cheeks, and Ichigo chuckled. Her eyes were glued to his prick, intently following it's every bob and twitch as he walked towards her.

"What a remarkable specimen..." the scientist managed to get out as she stared, awestruck, at Ichigo's member. "I have never seen one of such impressive length and girth..."

"Wanna study it closer?" Ichigo asked teasingly, blatantly propositioning the woman.

Ran'tao's blush deepened.

"Y-yes," Ran'tao managed to get out even as she got down on her knees, "indeed I would..." she said, intending to do something quite different from studying it.

She might have been a scientist, but she was also someone who had not gotten any form of sexual release in ages. Even just the sight of Ichigo's (admittedly very impressive) dick was enough to get the sex-starved exile's pussy drenched.

Ichigo chortled, and placed atop Ran'tao's head, threading his fingers through her hair. She let out a moan at the contact, and at how close his member was to her mouth, and Ichigo let out a laugh.

"You must be pretty desperate," he teased her with a playful sneer, pushing down on Ran'tao's head so that her lips were pressed against the tip of his penis. "What a pathetic slut," he chuckled.

Ran'tao moaned, aroused in spite of herself by Ichigo's verbal abuse, and the orange haired teen's member slipped through her parted lips. Her eyes widened infinitesimally as she felt Ichigo's meat quickly fill her mouth, and she nearly choked when it bumped into the back of her throat. She had to tilt her head back to allow room for the rest of Ichigo's cock to enter her mouth, but soon his balls were slapping her chin and his pubic hair tickling her nose.

Ran'tao moaned lewdly, ecstatic as Ichigo fucked her face, pumping in and out of her mouth as she sucked on his dick and licked it all over. She moaned even more deeply when she felt a pair of small hands – belonging to Rurichiyo, who still had some fuck left in her – deftly strip her of her lab coat and shihakusho, leaving her naked before proceeding to fondle her modest breasts.

Unable to handle this two-pronged assault, she came explosively, decades of stress melting away in euphoria of orgasm. She was at Ichigo's mercy, and Rurichiyo's as well, and the two eagerly had their wickedly perverted way with her, gleefully violating every inch of her body.

But Ran'tao would not submit so easily. The instant the two moved back, just the tiniest bit, she sprang to her feet, swift and desperate. Gritting her teeth, she broke into a run, stark naked but not willing to be debased any further by her assailants.

She made it ten feet before Ichigo decided she'd gone far enough. With a flash step as easy as breathing, he appeared in front of the scientist in all his erect, rapacious glory.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said ominously. "I'm not done with you, yet."

"Ahhh...! Kurosaki!" Ran'tao's eyes widened fearfully. Unable to stop her forward momentum, she collided bodily with the ginger-haired half shinigami. It was like running headlong into a brick wall.

Dazed, Ran'tao fell backwards onto her naked, abused ass. She yelped, the soreness in her body aggravated severely by her unfortunate tumble.

She looked up at Ichigo, then, and whimpered.

"P-please..." she begged him. "I... just let me go. I... I promise, I won't tell a soul...! Please, just don't hurt me...!" She felt delirious with terror, panic overwhelming her completely.

Rurichiyo came up from behind Ran'tao, at that point. Smiling wickedly, the lustful blonde loli oujo wrapped her arms around the scientist responsible for creating the Bount. Small, grasping hands clawed and groped indelicately at the bookish shinigami's excessively reddened and aching breasts.

Ran'tao squealed, shivering fearfully. Her eyes were wide.

"N-nooo!" she wailed, seeing Ichigo kneel down over her. "Don't! Please! I'll do anything you want! Just don't do this...!"

"Heh..." Ichigo chuckled. "Anything?" he said. "Bitch, there's only one thing I could want from a slut like you. And I plan to have it whether you give it to me or not."

He flipped the scientist over, onto her front. Rurichiyo eagerly sat down on top of the older woman, straddling and humping Ran'tao's neck as Ichigo positioned his dick at the dark-haired ho's anus. He spread the shinigami woman's doughy, toneless buttocks apart, and without care or reluctance rammed his full length inside of Ran'tao's asshole in a single thrust.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Ran'tao in absolute agony, Ichigo's gigantic cock shredding her rectum.

"That's right," Ichigo grunted, pumping violently into her ass. "Just lie there and take it like a good little slut! I'm gonna fuck you until you break, and make you my toy. If you're lucky, I might use you as a body pillow or a toilet for my semen."

The scientist whimpered fearfully.

Ichigo thrust in and out of Ran'tao at his top speed, making the woman wail in pain and reluctant ecstasy. Rurichiyo was fondling the scientist's breasts like a little blonde beast, and humping her neck hard enough to make herself come all over Ran'tao's head. These combined assaults were enough to make Ran'tao come ten times in rapid succession.

But Ichigo held his own orgasm for a mindboggling twenty minutes, making Ran'tao lewdly whimper and shamefully beg for his seed before he finally deigned to ejaculate inside her.

She screamed his name, feeling Ichigo's hot seed flood her rectum. She could only lie there and pant by the time Ichigo finally pulled out of her ass, profoundly exhausted and awash in self-loathing euphoria. For a moment, she wondered if it was finally over.

That small hope was short-lived, however. She had only a three second reprieve before Ichigo drove his manhood once more into her, this time thrusting into her cunt.

He did to her pussy just as much as he had done to her ass, just as forcefully and vigorously, save that it was done in HALF the time. And when he came in unto her, still thrusting powerfully, he bent over and glanced past Rurichiyo, looking curiously into Ran'tao's eyes.

Ichigo could not help the small smirk forming on his face when he saw nothing looking back at him from Ran'tao's eyes. The exiled scientist had effectively gone "bye-bye", it seemed, her higher-level cognitive faculties overloaded and turned to mush by his fucking of her.

He chuckled, giving the brain-dead former brainiac a sharp, playful swat on the ass, causing her to moan deliriously, tongue lolling out of her mouth.

"Looks like she couldn't take the heat," he mused cheerfully, standing back up. "What a pity," he remarked, the words dripping with sarcasm. "Now her only use is as a sperm dumpster."

Rurichiyo, looking up from squeezing and rubbing Ran'tao's modest breasts, smiled.

"It suits her..." said the young, hypnotized blonde, before frowning and softly whining, "But... what about me, though, master...?"

Ichigo smirked, getting the gist of her unspoken question.

"You can be too, if you want," he told her.

Rurichiyo smiled brightly, clapping her hands. "Yay!" she cheered without the slightest hint of sarcasm.

Following that, Ichigo decided to take Rurichiyo and Ran'tao to Kukaku and leave them there while he went off to enslave more girls. After all, Ran'tao wasn't exactly well-liked within the Seireitei. Not after what she had done.

Also, carrying her around everywhere would slow him down too much.

He had Rurichiyo ride his shoulders while he carried Ran'tao on his back, and flash-stepped to Kukaku's house. After he explained what happened to Yoruichi, she pouted.

"Too bad," she said. "I was hoping she'd have more in her than that."

"Yeah, well, she just couldn't take it," Ichigo said cockily. "But there are still some pretty promising bitches in the Seireitei proper... Who knows what kind of a fight they might put up?"

Yoruichi smirked, a lustful glint in her eyes.

"Who indeed...?" she mused huskily, before giving Ichigo a pat on the ass. "Well, go on! I'll make sure these two have plenty of fun here while you're gone. Also, if you run into Soifon, there's a switch on that gun that can grow her Suzumebachi to human size, in case that interests you~"

"Nice," said Ichigo. He turned to leave, before pausing and adding, "Oh, and I guess Rurichiyo wants to be like Ran'tao. Make of that what you will."

"Heh," Yoruichi chuckled. "You can count on me."

Ichigo vanished in flash step, then, and she turned around to resume breaking in the Kotetsu sisters. Kukaku, meanwhile, got started on Rurichiyo, and Rukia and Rangiku followed their master, eager to assist him in whatever fashion they could.

Ichigo passed through the gate with no problem, Jidanbo gladly giving the substitute soul reaper passage into the Seireitei. Of course, he didn't see Rukia or Rangiku, the pair still quite thoroughly cloaked from detection.

Just on the other side of that gate, though, stood a certain captain...

Ichigo stared.

Soifon was standing before him, blushing bright pink and averting her gaze. Not that he could blame the woman. After all, she was dressed in naught but the tiniest bikini Ichigo had ever seen. It was patterned with black and yellow stripes, like a bee, and the top actually accentuated Soifon's smallish breasts very well. And it certainly drew attention to her lean, athletic body, with firm legs and tight, sculpted buttocks.

Ichigo cocked an eyebrow at Soifon, curious.

"Ki-Kisuke told me..." she said slowly. "Told me about Yoruichi-sama... about how she'd willingly joined you as a... as a..."

Her blush deepened, and her speech temporarily degenerated into embarrassed sputtering.

"If... if it had happened any other way... I would kill you before letting you set foot in the Seireitei, Ichigo Kurosaki..." said Soifon slowly once she'd finally regained a modicum of composure. "If it had happened any other way. But, like this..." She gulped nervously. "If... If you are good enough for Yoruichi-sama to bow down before you... then who am I to deny you...?"

She was still blushing intensely, looking frankly adorable. Even moreso than just plain sexy.

Ichigo smirked.

"Well, that makes things easier," he said. "But where'd you get the bikini, though? I wouldn't have thought you had any clothes like... well, that."

He gestured at the garment, and how it was leaving next to nothing to his imagination.

Her blush got even darker, if that were possible. "Lady Yoruichi... got it for me as a gift. Since I had already determined to present myself to you, following in milady's footsteps... I figured that it would be only appropriate to dress the part."

She averted her gaze shyly.

"This attire..." she murmured softly. "...is fitting, for a concubine... is it not?"

Ichigo grinned.

"Yeah," he said. "I guess so... Sure suits you, that's for sure," he added with a wink.

Soifon let out a sound that was something like a half-strangled girlish squeak.

Then Ichigo pulled out the gun. Soifon's eyes widened at the sight of it, and she flinched back warily.

The substitute soul reaper smiled reassuringly.

"Oh?" he said. "Don't worry, Soifon. I'm setting this to materialize your zanpakuto spirit, and make her human-sized. I'm not gonna hypnotize you after you surrendered yourself willingly."

Soifon let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. She looked a bit miffed at Ichigo's blunt explanation, but she nonetheless stood obediently at attention.

Ichigo pulled the trigger.

In a flash of light, Suzumebachi appeared. She was now the same height as Soifon. Opening her eyes, she smiled at Ichigo.

"Hi!" she chirped. "You must be my new master, then!" She clapped her hands together, eagerly bouncing up and down. "So, are you gonna fuck me now?" she asked. "Are you~?"

"Yes," Ichigo said, elicting a cute squeal from the Zampakto spirit. "Soifon, could you lead us to your barrack so I can test you?"

"Of course... Master," Soifon replied a little hesitantly.

The Second Division captain was red-faced as she led Ichigo into her barracks alongside her zanpakuto, Suzumebachi. It wasn't exactly the revealing bikini she was wearing that had her so flustered, either. Under ordinary circumstances, she would have found the idea of submitting to a man – any man – utterly repugnant, and even though she was doing this of her own free will, following in the footsteps of her mistress, she could not help but have certain misgivings about this.

Suzumebachi, however, had no such difficulties, being outgoing and spunky and not just a little flirtatious – in short, everything Soi Fon was at heart yet could not afford to be. As a daughter of the Fon family, those unflinchingly loyal servants of the Shihoin, she could not afford to show undue emotion. She needed to be as cold and hard as the katana's steel, willing to live and die in the shadows for the sake of her mistress.

Nominally, her loyalty was to the leader of the Shihoin clan – and Ichigo, who had taken Yoruichi as his concubine, was effectively the new clan head according to the ancient customs – but in truth she bowed to only one person, and that was her mistress, Yoruichi.

That did not mean she could not learn to lo... lo... care for... him, though. Indeed, if it was for her mistress, then she was willing to do anything...

That was what Soi Fon told herself as she took Ichigo to bed with her, with Suzumebachi, and gave up her body to his desires.

Soi Fon could not help but moan as Ichigo took her small breasts into his mouth. She arched her back, groaning and writhing as he teased her nipples. It felt quite different from anything she had experienced prior to this, and she was... relieved, perhaps... to find that it was actually a rather pleasurable experience.

Suzumebachi, meanwhile, was enthusiastically bouncing up and down on Ichigo's member, making some very interesting noises as she rocked back and forth to get it into her deepest places. She was playing with her own nipples, squealing and moaning as she fucked a content Ichigo.

Eventually, Ichigo came, and Suzumebachi all but cheered, grinning ear from ear as she felt him shoot his seed into her. She then got off of him, and they switched up their positions. Ichigo got on top of Soifon and pounded her pussy while Suzumebachi shoved her own cunt, dripping with semen, into Soi Fon's face, prompting her wielder to (somewhat reluctantly) lap it up.

After a few minutes going in and out of Soi Fon's womanhood, Ichigo came a second time, and he filled her with his semen as well. The grumpy little bee came with a squeal in response to this, moaning into Suzumebachi's pussy, and the spunky little bee subsequently came as well, her juices gushing out onto Soi Fon's face.

A/N: Ah, a lot of the middle stuff was things written by myself, so it was easy to just copy paste them in... The beginning up to the start of Kukaku's sex scene, though, as well as Ran'tao's attempted escape and subsequent punishment, and Soifon's scene (which made a real bitch of itself with the spacing getting all fucked up...) had to be thoroughly rewritten, having been done originally by hamn8r.

Oh! Also, I remember one reader asking if I could list all of Ichigo's girls in one place, as a reference I guess. So, well.

Let's see how many of them I can remember...

Yuzu, Karin, Ururu. Senna, Nozomi, Rukia. Mahana, Chizuru, Orihime, Matsumoto. Hiyori, Masiro, Lisa, Michiru, Ryo. Yoruichi. Um. Ikumi, Ochi-sensei, Ririn, Mizuho, Jackie, Riruka.

Nel and Nelliel, Yin, Yang, Menoly, Loly, Cirucci. Mila Rose, Apacci, Sung-Sun, Harribel.

Kukaku, Isane, Kiyone. Rurichiyo, Ran'tao, Soifon, Suzumebachi.

And so, that is thus far... forty girls?! Holy shit. XD That is a MASSIVE harem. And we haven't even finished with Soul Society, yet...

XDDD

Updated: 2-7-14

TTFN and R&R!

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