AN: Hey guys I'm sorry for being a lazy bitch but I hope this makes up for it! Just a warning on hardcore yoai, tentacles, rape/non-con and shit buckets of angst. Also mpreg, everyone loves that shit! Anyway enjoy this chapter and leave a comment on your delicious opinions! Also I'm a terrible person...

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A young man with blinding orange hair walked silently down the road, his shoes scraping softly on the pavement as he takes slow strides in the direction of his home, the warm colors of the setting sun casting over his figure.

A solemn attitude and aura clung to his hunched and depressed form, floating around him like a dense fog, and leaving an imaginary storm cloud to drift over his already flooded mind.

The orange haired youth hung his head, disappointment flooding his being at his own childishness. Soft ochre eyes shadowed under tangerine locks, were hollow and distant, staring unseeing at the asphalt in front of him as his mind wandered dangerously.

It wasn't like he wouldn't see them again right? He would give anything to see the midget once more. Her smile, her beautiful violet eyes that filled him with warmth the deeper he stared, her voice that charmed him like a snake in a urn. Oh how he missed her and the others, if only he didn't have to lose his powers to Aizen.

He only had himself to blame though, he turned down xicution out of suspicion and ended up throwing away his only hope of regaining what he lost. He had a feeling they were bad news and his instincts never led him astray.

He was reconsidering now. He didn't know how much longer his sanity could last, not much longer he surmised, from the way he was constantly imagining their voices in his head, primarily Rukia's. He was going insane, and was slowly losing his sanity to the desperation he felt ever since he watched Rukia disappear in front of his very eyes.

He was desperate in a way he never felt before. His friends in the world of the living isolated him from the world of the dead, never speaking about it in his presence and ignoring/walking away every time he opened his mouth to ask.

They eventually stopped talking to him altogether, only giving him occasional glances from their desks and rushing out the door at the first sign of a hollow. He never felt more useless then he did now, he probably could have perished and no one would notice his passing.

He hated the pitying looks they gave him when they thought he wasn't looking, Chad would stare silently through his shaggy locks, Uryu began to ignore him like the days before they met, and Orihime looked like she would break down whenever she saw his downtrodden and lonesome features.

He was sick of all this crap, he would be better off in soul society than tortured everyday by the solitude he suffered. He hadn't even slept in 3 days, due to the chronic nightmares that plagued his unguarded mind, pictures of Rukia disappearing and dark voices telling him how weak and useless he was.

The distressed teen sighed weakly, adjusting his shirt and jacket collar to cover the saddened downturn of his pale lips. His hand slowly raised to his face, wiping a straying tear at the brim of his eye, he stared at the wetness on his hand as he held back more tears.

He was so tired, so sick of being ignored, so very sad and lonely that he was considering ending his pitiful existence. He was always pathetic, weak, unworthy, and useless. He didn't even deserve the gifts he had if he didn't appreciate the time he had with them. How ungrateful he was.

Before he did wish for a normal life, away from ghosts that wouldn't leave him be, and angry midgets who screwed with his reputation, annoying the hell out of him in the process, but now he wished he was dead, if only to have the power to protect once more.

He chuckled mirthlessly at his own stupidity. Well, he got what he wished for, a normal, run of the mill life.

No ghosts.

No shinigami.

No powers.

His eyes, warm with brimming tears of loss, showed his inner turmoil, changing hue from a beautiful amber to a dark and emotionless brown. It didn't matter anymore, he was probably going to throw it all away soon, he didn't trust himself not to end his life, whenever he got the chance.

Before the teen could continue his thoughts any further he felt himself ram into an invisible wall, stumbling backwards and falling on his ass. He blinked his now cleared eyes, looking up from where he was seated, boring a look of great confusion.

'I swear there was nothing in my way.' He thought, staring blankly at the space he had run into.

As he cautiously made to stand up and grasp his satchel that fell from his shoulder in his descent, he felt something thick and slimy wrap around his neck, tightening around his column and lifting him into the air, causing the teen to let out a grunt of surprise.

'W-what?!' He thought, his auburn eyes constricting in surprise, as he dangled two or three feet from the earth beneath his now struggling body.

He wrapped his hands around the tentacle like limb and yanked as hard as he could, desperate to open his airway further. The limb only tightened around his neck in response, threatening to snap the thin column in two, leaving the teen to choke. He opened his mouth in a vain attempt to breathe as he ceased his flailing, his eyes wide as his racing, oxygen deprived mind tried to figure out the cause of his torment.

'Hollow!' His mind screamed, as his vision slowly started to fade out at the corners. His eyes slowly began to roll back into his skull, his mouth weakly gargling in an attempt to scream.

Just as he felt the cold grasp of unconsciousness creep up on him, the tentacle loosened allowing him to breathe.

Ichigo was too busy replenishing his breath to notice the thin tentacles slipping around his wrists and ankles until they tightened and he could feel himself being sonidoed through the air, he watched as the surroundings changed and he felt himself pressed fully spread against a tree.

Ichigo hoped this hollow would kill him and end it all, it was playing with him, taunting him, and he could do nothing but sit there and stare defiantly.

He was surprised when felt thick limbs on him, tearing away his school uniform, he struggled again, but at the warning of his bonds tightening he could only watch in horrification as his shirt was yanked harshly and ripped apart, leaving only portions of the jacket sleeves and the back of his clothes. He cried out when he felt his pants gripped by the waistband and torn off of his body.

His cries of surprise only left him wide open with his shock, allowing a large tentacle to force itself down his throat when he cried out, muffling his obscenities and causing his jaw to nearly dislocate at its girth. His brown eyes widened as it slid further into his maw and to the back of his throat, spreading slimy fluid inside his mouth and throat as it traveled.

The teen gagged but the tentacle just forced further down his throat as bitter tears from his gag reflex rolled down his face.

'I can't breathe. I'm going to die! I don't want this! Anything but this! Oh kami, haven't I suffered enough?!' The bound teenager thought mournfully, clenching his eyes at the pain of his jaw and throat.

The tentacle forced itself down his esophagus until it stopped halfway to his stomach, backing up slowly until he felt air fill his lungs. He gasped and coughed harshly against the warm tentacle, greedily swallowing as much air as his depraved lungs could hold, not wasting the opportunity of survival.

The appendage stopped briefly at the back of his mouth to allow him the fleeting chance to breathe before curving back and forcing itself down his esophagus as quickly as it could, not caring if it hurt the suffering teen. It retreated once more and picked up a fast, brutal, and merciless rhythm, the teen's throat distending and retracting with the force and girth of the limb.

He felt his boxers torn away and released a choked whimper as his modesty was revealed to the cold air and the now outlined creature before him. The tentacle loosely wrapped around his throat was removed, slithering down his chest and wrapping around his limp shaft and attempting to stroke it to fullness.

His cheeks lit up in a vibrant blush as he realized the hollows intention and whimpered in shame as his shaft began to harden against his will.

"MNNNGH!" His muffled scream of panic rang out as he felt a new tentacle prodding at his entrance. The appendages around his ankles reached and curled around his thighs, raising him off the ground and folding his legs upward against the former soul reaper's sides, Ichigo's eyes shot wide and he forced his body to struggle as the position allowed the thick, slime coated tentacle to lap in a tongue like motion at his unprotected hole.

The dripping tentacle backed away much to Ichigo's relief. He looked down past the tentacle fucking deep down his esophagus (luckily he skipped lunch today...well for the last 3 days) and the relief drained away to be replaced with horror as it coiled up, before surging forward into the boy brutally.

"NNNNNNGH!" The protector screamed against the tentacle, new tears blossoming in the corners of his despairing amber eyes, the teens body shaking in pain when the tentacle forced in as far as it could with it's first thrust.

'It Hurts! It hurts! ...Make it stop!' The teen mentally screamed as the tentacle reeled back and jammed in further causing another harsh jolt of pain to wrack his trembling body.

He could see the tentacle writhe inside him, a lump appearing in his abdomen each time the tentacle curled back to thrust in further, continuing to jam into him repeatedly, and occasionally grazing against a spot that caused him to release a gargled moan and stars to form in his vision each time it was hit.

His erection was straining at this point, and he was panting against the gag as he started to lose himself to the pleasure instead of the pain. The boy's hands grasped the bark of the tree behind him and began thrusting against the tentacle pounding into him. He heard a faded hollow laugh come from the now visible being before him.

Ichigo was too lost in his own pleasure to care as drool dripped from his chin and sweat covered his writhing body, his toes starting to curl with bliss, the smooth tentacle around his member jerking faster and causing ichigo's moans to steadily increase in volume and frequency until he arched against the tree and came, his seed leaking down his chest and his now flaccid member.

Ichigo's eyes stared tiredly at the humanoid creature, shame filling his dulling orbs as more tentacles summoned from the hollow's form. Two smaller tentacles pressed against his already torn and straining hole, the former substitute sobbing as they forced in along with the larger counterpart, causing a new fountain of pain to spill through his already suffering form.

'Forgive me mom...My name was in vain...you shouldn't have died for nothing...Dad, Yuzu, Karin...don't look for me, I've failed you all enough as is...'

The tentacles suddenly picked up a bone crushing pace, the smaller tentacles invading his ass curled into his intestines until he could feel all four of them spasm and with a much deeper thrust, they released deep within the boy, obscene amounts of sweet tasting, and scalding liquid invaded his intestines, flowing into his stomach from both ends. The tentacle in his mouth stayed until he swallowed every last drop of the sweet smelling liquid.

He stared wide eyed at his distended stomach which was looking reminiscent of a late term pregnancy. He winced as a burning sensation took over his lower torso, especially his abdomen. He still felt streaming tears running down his paling face, dripping off his chin and onto his distended stomach.

He weakly raised his head and stared into the leering pair of solid crimson eyes, that belonged to his tormentor.

"K-Kill me." Ichigo whispered in a broken tone. As he watched the bipedal rapist stride toward his immobilized form, the tentacles within his body pulled out with a drenched pop. He almost sobbed in relief when nearly half the clear, blood tainted liquid flowed out of his body, relieving most of the strain on his lesser organs.

The hollow let out a dark chuckle. "I don't plan to kill you anytime soon," The deep rumble of the hollow replied, giving a dark grin of promise through his mask.

"In fact, I plan to fill you so full of my seed you'll have no option but to be the carrier of my young!"

The hollow reached out and gripped his ass harshly, scratching the flesh with white clawed fingers as he pulled Ichigo's lower body toward the hollow in a brutal grip.

When Ichigo's eyes landed on the hollows straining member they widened in disbelief. 'There's no way it'll fit! That's too big! There's no chance in hell!' The boy struggled weakly with all his might but the hollows tentacles held him in place. The hollow chuckled before wrapping a clawed hand around his throat, turning him around, and forcing the smaller body into the ground with a sharp crack and a muffled scream, burying the smaller's face into the earth.

"No, no, no, no,no..."Ichigo whispered like a mantra, holding his broken nose and shaking like a leaf as the hollow crouched behind him and grinned through its mask, before breaking into a terrible laughter.

"I'll enjoy hearing you scream, oh how I'll cherish ripping away your dignity, Kurosaki Ichigo!" Before the teen could say a word in reply the hollow gripped the inside of his hips and lined himself up, the hollow's 12 inch member prodding his abused leaking hole before pulling back and slamming to the hilt.

"CRUNCH"

"GAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

He screamed with all his might as his pelvis exploded in white hot, devastating pain. It hurt worse then death, nothing even compared to the stabbing, burning, and humiliating hellfire that rushed from his backside through every limb in his body. Tears of pain came back with a vengeance and rolled down his dirt covered face, his cries turning to sharp, sobbing gasps. 'Kill me, please! I can't take it anymore!'

"Mmmmm, so tight...So this is how the great fallen hero feels like." The hollows mask curled into a even more disgusting grin (how was that possible?!) as he pounded the teen with in-human force, the blood infused semen easing the way, if only a little.

The hollows hand kept pushing the smaller man's face deeper into the dirt with each thrust. The clawed hand on his hip pulling the sobbing man back into his thrusts, sending lances of soul crushing pain through his hip and destroyed passage.

The orange haired teen stared at the ground with dead eyes, no longer able to cry as his tears had run dry (Yes, I made that rhyme), his mind reminding him how no one had noticed he was gone, no one came to save him, and no one would save him.

Ichigo's drowning senses could barely pick up the bony white hands leaving his head and hip, grasping his left bicep and yanking both arms backwards, and dislocating them with a sickening "Pop!".

The teen tried to scream out but all that followed was a series of open mouthed sobs.

The body above him began to move erratically, before thrusting in to the hilt and releasing deep inside him with a beastly hollow moan. The teen groaned and the hollow unsheathed himself and stepped away, watching the broken boy's eyes slowly close from pain and exhaustion before fainting completely.

"Have fun...Human."

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Didn't expect that did you! Hehehe! I feel like a piece of shit for writing this, I'll probably go to hell with the rest of the non-con fanfiction writers. But till then I will continue my sins. Love you guys, fav, comment, and follow and I'll see you next chapter!

-Love, Rose