Zombie Rangiku Redux
OrihimeXRangiku

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Warning: Lemon! Yuri! Dub-Con!

After the Events of the Thousand-Year Blood War….
Orihime's Apartment 9:43 PM
Orihime POV

Ding-Dong!

Orihime hopped off the couch and rushed to the door. "Now who could that be at this time of night?" Orihime wondered out loud. Opening it, Orihime's face lit up with glee. "Rangiku!"

There in her normal Soul Reaper outfit was Rangiku Matsumoto, smiling at her friend. "Hello Orihime. May I come in for bit?"

"Of course. I'll get us some tea!"

"No, no. I don't really want tea right now." Orihime was a little concerned and knew something was up. Rangiku loved Orihime's tea.

The two girls sat on the couch and Orihime waited for her friend to speak. But as she waited, she noticed something was different about Rangiku but she couldn't put her finger on it. "So what's the problem? Are you okay?"

Rangiku sat silently for a few moments before replying, staring at the wall in dark reflection. "No. I'm not okay." She gave a shudder as memories chilled her to the bone. "After what I and Captain Hitsugaya have been through I'll never be ok." Orihime silently nodded. She'd heard about what happened to Rangiku and Toshiro during their war with the Quincies. "I have a favor to ask, and I would not ask this lightly."

Orihime started to get a little scared. "What is it?"

Rangiku turned to face the teen. "Will you use your powers on me?"

The orangette looked at the strawberry blonde confused. "My healing powers? Why?"

After another few moments Rangiku let out a loud sigh before continuing. "My lifespan… When Captain Kurotsuchi recovered me and Captain from that Quincy freak he put us in special pods to dezombify us. It worked but… it severely shortened my lifespan." Orihime gasped at the news, and when she took another look at Rangiku, she could see that the beautiful woman was beginning to show signs of age. "So, could you use your powers of rejection to give me back the years Kurotsuchi stole from me?"

Orihime was about to nod but she had a thought that disturbed her. "Wait, Rangiku? My powers cause a person to go back to the state that they were in before their current state. So if I used it on you, won't that…"

Rangiku nodded. "Yes… you'll turn me back into a zombie temporarily. And there's something else that you should know…."

"What?" Orihime asked scared.

Rangiku gripped the couch's leather and dug her nails into it as she tried to keep her breath calm. "Captain Hitsugaya never told anybody this but… when I was under the control of that Quincy, she had me under her control for a whole day and… that freak made me into her sex slave." Orihime gasped in horror. Closing her eyes, Rangiku shuddered as more memories came back to her. "Up until she sent me to fight Kurotsuchi, she made her demands a standing order. When you turn me, there's a good chance that my body will be a slave to the orders she gave me, so… I might do something that's not me. But as much as it chills me to go back to that… thing I became, I don't want to go to bed tonight and wake up an old woman tomorrow. So…" Rangiku turned back to Orihime. "Please?"

Orihime gulped, knowing that she couldn't say no but at the same time dreaded the consequences of saying yes. "O…Ok Rangiku, I'll do it."

Rangiku stood up and walked to the center of the room, sitting down cross-legged. She closed her eyes and tried to stop her shaking.

"Do it, Orihime."

Orihime readied her hairpins and braced for the worst. "Sōten Kisshun! I REJECT!" Her sprites appeared, forming a yellow barrier around Rangiku, working their magic on the Soul Reaper's body. For several minutes, nothing happened and Orihime was about to drop the shield when Rangiku's expression turned to one of horror.

And then she changed. Orihime gasped as her skin turned dark red, her eyes becoming glassy and blank, like her mind had been wiped clean. Rangiku continued to sit there lifeless, her expression blank, like a puppet that had its strings cut. Orihime felt tears roll down her face; 'So this was what happened to her. No wonder she was horrified from her ordeal.' Steeling herself, she began to reject Rangiku's current form.

…And then Rangiku turned to face her.

It's often said that once a mind's been washed, it essentially becomes an etch-a-sketch. As Rangiku returned to her zombie form, the commands made by Gigi flowed back into her empty mind. Before Orihime could react or finish her healing Rangiku raised a hand and smashed through her barrier. Orihime took a step back in alarm as Rangiku stood up slowly.

"Fuck… I want to fuck…."

Orihime trembled as Rangiku walked towards her. She didn't want to use her offensive abilities or she could possibly hurt her. Orihime backed against the wall but was left with nowhere to run when Rangiku pressed herself against her. She cringed as Rangiku stuck her tongue out and licked her cheek. 'It's cold!' she thought. Rangiku grabbed her hands and pinned them above her hand, her chest pushing against Orihime's. 'It's like her body's carved from ice!' "Rangiku please! You don't have to do this! Fight against your orders!"

Rangiku gave her a blank look. "No. I have to fuck…it's what I am…." Rangiku silenced Orihime's pleading with a deep kiss. Orihime's eyes widened as Rangiku's cold tongue slithered into her mouth, teasing her hot pink organ with her cold one. As Orihime failed to suppress a moan she came to a dark realization….

She was trapped between a rock and a hard place. The older woman was like a big sister to her. She could never use her powers to stop Rangiku; she cared about her too much to hurt her. Her only chance of returning Rangiku to normal was to wait until Rangiku gave her an opening to use her powers, which meant that she'd have to let Rangiku carry out her orders and wait for the opportune moment.

As Rangiku broke the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting them, Orihime swallowed the lump in her throat and steeled her nerves. "Ok Rangiku," she said weakly. Slipping her hands out of Rangiku's grasp she pulled her shirt up over her head and unclipped her bra, letting Rangiku stare at her naked chest. "You win. I'll let you have your way with me."

Something in Rangiku's eyes showed that some part of the woman she knew was still in there, as a tear rolled down her face. A tiny "Thank you, Orihime" left Rangiku's lips before she started to undress herself. Orihime watched in fascinated awe, her curiosity getting the better of her, as Rangiku pulled her pink sash away and shrugged out of her Shihakusho. With her skin darkened, Rangiku looked sinfully exotic.

Before Orihime could stop her, she harshly picked her up and slung her over her shoulder. "Rangiku! What are you doing?"

"Bedroom."

Once she reached her destination Rangiku dumped Orihime onto the large bed and removed her hakama and underwear before grabbing the hem of Orihime's sweatpants. Orihime remained motionless as her friend stripped her naked. Her eyes widened as Rangiku threw herself on top of her, shivering as Rangiku's ice-cold body pressed against hers. Rangiku pressed her lips against Orihime's, slipping her tongue into the orangette's mouth. Orihime squirmed beneath the Soul Reaper as the woman's zombie hands traveled all over her body, not leaving an inch of her voluptuous form untouched. 'What on earth did that Quincy put Rangiku through?' she had to wonder as Rangiku slid down.

Reaching Orihime's breasts Rangiku wrapped her arms around her torso and pushed her face into Orihime's large cleavage. The teen clawed at the bed as Rangiku nibbled and licked her bouncy globes, her cold hands gripping the underside of them and squeezing them tenderly. Pushing them together Rangiku licked Orihime's pink nipples, eliciting hot moans from the girl. Leaning forward Rangiku shoved her own massive jugs into Orihime's face. Knowing what the zombified woman wanted, Orihime began to suckle on her hardened nipple, hearing lewd moans come from the woman on top of her as she did what Rangiku had done to her and nibbled on the darkened areola. Both women groaned d has Rangiku began to rub her body against Orihime's as her body moved on remote control.

Orihime stared up at the zombified Rangiku as she got off of her and left the room momentarily. When she came back, she was holding the sheath to her zanpakuto. She gulped when she realized what the object was about to be used for, spreading her legs willingly as Rangiku got back on the bed. As Rangiku leaned forward Orihime clawed at the bedsheets as she was hit by waves of fear and anxiety. "Ahh! Rangiku!" the teen cried as Rangiku pushed the thin sheath into her snatch, using it as a makeshift dildo.

Rangiku was silent as she pushed the sheath into Orihime's snatch. She returned to attacking Orihime's breasts as she fucked her with her makeshift toy. Orihime threw her head back as Rangiku bit down on her breasts, making her world spin from having her pussy filled by the object. Rangiku eagerly pulled away from Orihime, laying down in front of her. The zombie moaned as she slid the other end of her sheath into her snatch, sighin in ecstasy as she felt it fill her pussy.

Knowing not to fight Rangiku's pleasure, Orihime bucked into Rangiku's sheath, sighing as it went deeper into her pussy. "Ohhh!" she couldn't help but moan, her hands groping her tits. Rangiku likewise reached down and rubbed her clit, bucking into the toy as she embraced the undead ecstasy.

The bed shook as the two women reveled in debauchery. Orihime's chest heaved for air as she bucked her hips back and forth on the toy, sweat dripping down her body. The makeshift dildo was a little awkward at first but as Orihime submitted to the pleasure she found bliss swarming her. The zombified Rangiku moaned like a whore as her body moved beyond her control. The strawberry blonde threw her head back as her pussy gushed around the toy, her hands rubbing her clit as her body spasmed. "Ohhhhh!" she howled, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Orihime squeezed her eyes shut as her walls tightened around the sheath, her back arching and her toes curling. "I'm cumming!" she shouted in unison with Rangiku, crying out as her pussy gushed, staining the sheets beneath her. Fighting back against the unstoppable wave of ecstasy, Orihime focused her hairpins. "Rangiku! I Reject!"

Rangiku lay still, basking in the afterglow as once again the golden-yellow barrier encompassed her, her eyes going blank as she felt the power of Gigi's Zombie Schrift recede, the corruption within her blood slowly fading away. "Ohhhh…" she sighed as her body became still.

Sitting up and removing the makeshift toy between her legs, Orihime put her hands up and focused on healing Rangiku's diseased body. To her relief, Rangiku's dark red skin regained its regular apricot pigmentation. Orihime breathed a sigh of relief as Rangiku's eyes regained focus and she took a huge gulp of air, life breathing back into her. Dispelling the barrier, Orihime pulled the sheath out of Rangiku and hugged her as she sat up. "Rangiku! Are you okay?" she asked as Rangiku regained her bearings.

"That was…an experience…" Rangiku said, feeling weak despite Orihime's treatment. She wrapped her arms around Orihime and pressed her lips to her forehead. "Thank you, Orihime. That was very brave of you to endure all that. I'm sorry if I hurt you," she said with a smile.

Orihime hugged her neck, glad that her friend was back to normal. "How do you feel?" she asked. She could already tell that Rangiku's lifespan was restored. She no longer looked like she was beginning to enter her autumn years.

"Better. Now I can go to sleep better knowing that I won't be seeing grey hairs on my head for a long time." She turned back to Orihime and realized the situation both of them were in. "Still, I should give you a little thank you present, Orihime?"

"Ran-Mmmh!" Orihime was taken by surprise when Rangiku pushed her onto her back and kissed her, their breasts rubbing against each other. "Rangiku?"

Grinning, the strawberry blonde caressed Orihime's beautiful face. "I have my lifespan back. Now…why don't I spend some of it with you for the night?" she asked before kissing Orihime again.

Orihime had a feeling it'd be a long night….

The End