Chapter 11: Come Out and Play!

"Speech"
'Thoughts'
"Zanpakutō"
"Hollows/Vizard"
"{Speaking a different language}"

AN: What's this?! A new chapter less than two weeks after the last one? You don't wanna know what I had to sacrifice or to whom for this to happen.

Anyway, at the end of the chapter is the 1k follows celebration omake. Lewd as fuck

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Yoruichi had only just finished stabilizing the two Quincy women when she felt Ishida's power skyrocket. The nude woman turned her head in the direction of his signature in shock, "What the hell did he just do? It's like the Head Captain just released his Shikai!" While Yoruichi was no expert on Quincy, having only become a lieutenant nearly a century after the last war against them, she was damn sure such a massive increase in power wasn't normal for them. If it were, the Quincy wouldn't have lost the first war, let alone the second.

Either way, that was definitely something she needed to check on. Checking once more to be sure her patients weren't going to die any time soon, Yoruichi quickly left the safehouse, only pausing long enough to conceal the entrance once more. Taking off at her best speed, she prayed she caught up before Uryū killed Byakuya. Being able to potentially work with Soul Society later, or at least managing a ceasefire, required that nobody too important died. And a captain who was also the head of one of the Five Great Noble Families was the very definition of "too important". 'In hindsight, there were a few more problems with this plan than I anticipated.'

While it didn't take her long to arrive, it seemed taking precautions might have cost her too much time. Yoruichi landed on a nearby rooftop, once more in cat form, just in time to see one Ukitake Jūshirō knock Uryū out with a Kidō. "Oh, fuck all kinds of duck. Why couldn't it have been Komamura? I could literally run rings around him," the cat muttered under her breath. "Alright, Ukitake definitely won't kill Uryū. He's all about due process and such. So, the boy's not in any current dang- what the hell?!" Yoruichi interrupted herself as the teenager's power suddenly evaporated like a glass of water near Ryūjin Jakka. In mere seconds, his Reiatsu faded to that of an ordinary soul. "…Okay, Ukitake didn't do that. Was it related to his power boost?"

Seeing the white-haired captain glance in her direction as he carried off the unconscious Quincy, Yoruichi decided it was time to skedaddle. No way she could take him down quickly, quietly, and non-fatally. One of those three, absolutely. Two out of three, probably. But not all of them. "It might seem cold, but Uryū's not very useful at the moment. And since Ukitake isn't liable to allow him to be tortured, he'll be safe for now. If need be, I'll break him out of prison as we escape. Damn, what a mess things are starting to turn into. At least the rest of the kids are still doing well."

Unbeknownst to Yoruichi, her focus on Uryū gave another enemy time to conceal Ichigo's current state. After all, he'd been wanting to have this chat for a while now and it would hardly do for them to be interrupted.

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"Ugh, wha- fuck, my head!" Suffice to say, Ichigo's awakening wasn't a pleasant one. Though if he were honest, that he woke up at all after knocking himself out in enemy territory meant things could have been worse.

"Not to worry. I've already healed your fractured cranium and found no evidence of brain damage. Assuming no unforeseen complications, you should be fine within a few hours." Ichigo froze. That was not a voice he recognized. His vision was still bleary but he could still tell the speaker was wearing a white haori over a black shihakusho. 'Fuck my life.' It was just his luck that he'd run into a captain so soon after fighting a lieutenant. Even as Ichigo prepared to flee, or at least attempt to, the voice spoke again, "Now, now. There's no need for that. I'm not your enemy, Ichigo-san."

Not letting his guard down, the teen replied, "You know my name?" His vision was finally clearing. The captain he was speaking to was a tall man with shoulder-length brown hair and rectangular glasses.

With an expression like he was trying not to startle a wounded animal, the Shinigami said, "Indeed, I do. Your group's stunt at the Western Gate wasn't particularly subtle. From there, it was a simple matter to get your name from Kurotsuchi-san once I proved I was on her side. Not all of us are your enemies. Just as not all of us approve of her execution. Oh, but where are my manners? My name is Aizen Sōsuke, Captain of 5th Division."

"Is that right? And what does Aizen Sōsuke want?" Though the man seemed friendly, Ichigo remembered that Kyōraku was friendly too. Yet despite the captain's insistence otherwise, Nemu was now slated for execution.

"Oh, a number of things really. Some well-prepared tofu, a new pair of glasses, an end to the constant war between Shinigami and Hollows." Seeing the teen start at his last statement, Aizen smiled, "Imagine it, Ichigo-san: a world purified of all Hollows. The Shinigami could fully focus on sending souls to Soul Society and cleaning up the less… peaceful portions of Soul Society. No one would have to suffer the pain of losing a loved one to the Hollows again. And best of all, one doesn't even have to kill off the Hollows to do so. They're merely souls who've fallen to despair after all. By purifying them, they too can enjoy their afterlife."

Curious despite himself, Ichigo replied, "That's a nice dream and all, but how could one possibly purify all the Hollows in existence? Seems to me that if it were possible, someone would have done so already."

Sighing, the captain said, "Indeed. Until relatively recently, it wasn't possible. The Hollows outnumber us by several orders of magnitude. Even if every Shinigami charged into Hueco Mundo to fight them, the Hollows would win by attrition alone. But then, little more than a century ago, Urahara Kisuke created a device called the Hōgyoku." Recognition sparked in Ichigo's eyes at the mention of Urahara's invention. "Oh, I see you've heard of it. The Hōgyoku is a curious thing; it seems to be almost akin to the stories you humans have of mystical beings who inhabit mundane objects and grant wishes to their owners." Running a hand through his hair, Aizen lamented, "Sadly, Urahara understandably feared the potential harm his invention could cause and sealed it away. Then his experiments later saw him exiled and I lost all hopes of finding where he had hidden the Hōgyoku. I spent decades unsuccessfully attempting to create my own, only to be met with endless failure. With it, we could purify the entirety of Hueco Mundo and uplift Soul Society. Without it, I'm afraid we're doomed to continue this endless war." Finishing his speech, Aizen reminded Ichigo a bit of an old war veteran his father treated once. He was an old broken shell of a man, worn down by the things he had seen, the things he had done.

Unable to think of anything more eloquent to say, Ichigo awkwardly muttered, "I see."

Seemingly pulling himself back together, the bespectacled man stood back up and said, "But do not concern yourself overly much with my troubles, Ichigo-san. Focus on your goals. With any luck, I might be able to offer some degree of help covertly." And with that, he departed, leaving Ichigo to his thoughts.

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Day Three of the Ryoka Invasion

Moving with (false) purpose, Orihime and Tatsuki found that the former's plan was working magnificently. Just by appearing to be in a hurry, almost nobody questioned them on where they were going or what they were doing. Even better, one of the few hiccups had actually gotten them Nemu's location. Having wandered into a Seated Officer's meeting by accident, Orihime played up the role of a ditzy new recruit while the 10th Seat chewed her out. In the middle of the man's rants, he'd suggested she'd be "Stupid enough to try to enter the Senzaikyū where that disgraced lieutenant was being kept", complete with pointing towards said tower.

Now they were rushing towards the center of the Seireitei, seeking to free their wayward teacher. The pair only hoped their friends were okay. They'd sensed Uryū's surge of power the previous day, but it was several kilometers away. With neither having a true speed technique of their own, Uryū's power had faded to nothing before they could even get a fraction of the way there. Now, however, a massive Reiatsu signature just entered their range. Such power almost certainly belonged to a captain. "What do we do?" Tatsuki whispered urgently, "Should we run? Try to sneak by? Just continue onward like nothing's wrong and hope for the best?"

For her part, Orihime got a devious (and slightly naughty) smile on her face. Grabbing her girlfriend, she pulled her a short way into one of the side alleys. "Follow my lead," The busty teen insisted before shoving her tongue down the tomboy's throat. Caught by surprise, it took the karate expert several seconds to respond. But then she was kissing back with equal intensity. The orangette moved one of Tatsuki's hands to her chest before grabbing the other girl's butt with both of her own.

Fisting her other hand in Orihime's hair, Tatsuki quickly forgot all about why they were doing this, instead enjoying her lover's body. Slipping a hand beneath the other girl's robe, she went back to massaging her full, heavy breast, flicking the rapidly hardening nipple with her thumb. Meanwhile, Orihime's hands fought their way past Tatsuki's sash to reach into her lower robes and spandex shorts and play with her ass directly. Just as Tatsuki started kissing her way down her girlfriend's neck, a loud cough interrupted the two of them.

Springing apart, they saw the captain that they had honestly forgotten about. He was a mountain of a man, nearly three meters tall and wearing a tan helmet that completely concealed his head. Despite this, they could tell he wasn't happy with them. In a deep voice, he inquired, "What exactly do you two think you're doing?"

Having caught onto Orihime's plan, or at least thinking she did, Tatsuki sputtered a reply, "W-we're sorry Captain Komamura! I just got back from a six month patrol the other day and then I was stuck being checked over by the 4th Division and I haven't seen Chizuru-chan in all this time! I got carried away, ImsorryitwonthappenagainIswear!" She ended her fake apology with a deep bow.

"No, it was my fault!" Orihime insisted, ignoring that her left breast was still exposed, "I'm the one who dragged her into this when we're supposed to be patrolling! Don't blame her! Please! Captain Ukitake will be so disappointed and that's always worse than being yelled at!" She mimicked her girlfriend's bow, which caused her already loosened robe to open further.

Coughing again, much more awkwardly this time, Komamura gave his judgment. "Very well. Given the current situation, I won't report you until after this crisis is resolved. But I better not catch you slacking off again while there's Ryoka about! Just… fix your uniforms and get back to work!"

"Yes sir, thank you, sir," They chorused. Straightening back up, the two fixed their disheveled uniforms and resumed their journey. Once could no longer sense the giant captain, Tatsuki said, "I can't believe that worked. What if he just got more suspicious?"

Orihime smiled and said, "It's something I remember Mahana once mentioning. If the teachers catch you doing something trivial, they won't look any further. So, I figured that if we were "caught" making out when we should be working, he wouldn't realize we're not Shinigami."

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At the same time, Orihime and Tatsuki were making their way towards the Senzaikyū. They'd been lucky so far; the further they traveled, the fewer Shinigami they ran into. Actually, they'd only run into one group since leaving that one captain behind. As they ran, the pair made idle conversation. "Hey Hime. You notice that we've been running for a while now, but we're not tired? How does that work?"

Running beside her, Orihime said, "Maybe it's because we don't have physical bodies? I guess running doesn't take much Reiryoku so we can just keep running for kilometers witho-"

A massive form crashed through the wall ahead and a young voice shouted, "I told you it's this way, Ken-chan!"

From out of the rubble and smoke came a man with his black hair tied up in spikes and tipped with bells. He wore an eyepatch and, just because the universe really hated them today, a tattered captain's haori. Going by Yoruichi's descriptions, he could only be Zaraki Kenpachi, Captain of the 11th Division. Glaring down at them, he spoke in a gravelly voice, "Huh? Who the hell are you?" Without giving them a chance to reply he said, "Wait a minute. You're the ones who fought Ikkaku, ain't cha? You match his descriptions just right."

Tatsuki scratched the back of her head and asked, "If we said no, would you believe us?" The captain's flat look was answer enough to that question. "Yeah, didn't think so." She activated her Ryū no Senshi and barked, "Hime, run! I'll hold him off!"

"No! I won't leave you!" Orihime protested.

But it was Zaraki who answered. Drawing his sword, he carelessly swung it in the direction the girls had been heading. "I ain't interested in fighting weaklings. So whichever of you is strongest stays and fights. The other can leave."

"Don't worry, Hime. I'll be fine," Tatsuki reassured her girlfriend. In their hearts, both knew she was lying. "Besides, don't forget why we came here. We've got to rescue Nemu-sensei." Orihime opened her mouth, only to close it after a moment. Instead, she resolutely nodded before quickly hurrying past Zaraki and away from the coming battle. Once she was gone, Tatsuki addressed the barbarous captain, "Awfully nice of you to wait."

"Tch. I want a good fight. Attacking you when you're distracted would just get in the way of that. So, with that said," The captain stabbed his sword into the ground and pulled open his haori, a bloodthirsty grin on his face, "I'll let you have the first shot! My heart, my belly, my throat, maybe my eye? What'll it be? But whatever you do, make it count. It might be the only chance you get!"

Tatsuki stared in shock for a moment before gritting her teeth. "Make it count, you say? I'll make you regret those words!" Charging her Reiatsu into her belly, the tomboy carefully concentrated it as tightly as possible before moving it up her esophagus. Once it reached the back of her throat, she leapt at the crazed captain, latching onto his shoulders with her clawed hands. With a roar of determination, Tatsuki fired a Dragon's Roar, even more powerful and concentrated than what she had used on Ikkaku, directly into the man's face. The attack continued past him and into the building he'd crashed through, reducing the entire structure to rubble, and engulfing the area in smoke.

Panting from exertion, Tatsuki dropped back down to the ground. She could still sense the one-eyed man, so she knew he wasn't dead yet. But she was unprepared for what she saw when the smoke cleared. Zaraki wasn't just 'not dead'; he was completely uninjured. The only difference from before her attack was that his slasher smile was replaced by an annoyed frown. "Is that it? Is that the best you can do? Something like that isn't even enough to properly wake me up." Picking up his sword once more, he grumbled, "What a disappointment. I thought someone who could defeat Ikkaku might be worth fighting." Raising his Zanpakutō high, Zaraki prepared to cut Tatsuki down.

"Wait Ken-chan! I wanna play with Scaly-chan! She looks fun!" The young voice from earlier, which honestly had slipped Tatsuki's mind in the face of having to fight a maniac like Kenpachi, called. From over the man's shoulder popped up a little girl of maybe seven years old with bright pink hair and prominent blush marks on her face. Her pink eyes looked delighted as she gazed down at the dragon girl.

"Feh. Fine. Have fun with her, Yachiru," Kenpachi said, sheathing his Zanpakutō.

"Yay!" Yachiru happily exclaimed, hopping off of her surrogate father's shoulder to face her new 'playmate'. Meanwhile, Kenpachi simply walked over to sit against the wall while he waited, looking for all the world like a man watching his child run around a playground. Smiling broadly up at Tatsuki, the child lieutenant said, "I'm Kusajishi Yachiru, let's have lots of fun together, Scaly-chan!"

"Oh, for the love of- I'm not fighting a six-year-old!" Tatsuki insisted. The little girl was almost half a meter shorter than her for crying out loud.

Yachiru shook her head at that. "Don't be like that, Scaly-chan!" Drawing her Zanpakutō, Yachiru let the sheath dangle in her left hand. "C'mon and play!" With a sudden leap, the pinkette launched herself at Tatsuki, sword held before her.

"Holy crap!" The tomboy bent backwards under the attack, narrowly dodging as Yachiru flew past her at greater speeds than Ikkaku had managed. Bent over, she had an upside-down view as the little girl landed easily and immediately launched herself towards her again. Rather than try to stand back up, Tatsuki let herself fall limp to the ground then rolled to the side. Kicking off the ground with a single taloned foot, she brought herself back to her feet in a heartbeat. This time, when Yachiru launched herself forwards, Tatsuki caught her by the wrists. No longer hesitant to fight a child, she promptly threw her into, and through, a wall. Not letting up, Tatsuki leapt after her enemy, only to be forced to block a swing of Yachiru's sword. Despite hitting her scaled forearms, the blade cut into her flesh easily. "Yay! Now you're getting into it!" From the hole emerged Yachiru, a cut on her cheek bleeding freely but otherwise unharmed.

Baring her teeth in a snarl, the self-styled dragon warrior lashed out with a low kick, though due to the size difference, it was still aimed at the young girl's waist. But Yachiru merely hopped upwards, landing directly on her leg with ease. This time, it was her thigh that was slashed. The wound wasn't deep but it bled freely. Before the ravenette could counterattack, her enemy launched off her leg, hurtling straight up into the air. This proved to be a mistake. For as Yachiru came hurtling towards her from above, Tatsuki side stepped away from her destination and caught the girl's skull with a brutal axe kick, slamming her into the ground at speed. The impact cratered the ground around them as the diminutive lieutenant collided with the unforgiving pavement face first.

Off to the side, Zaraki watched. What he had thought would be a boring fight barely worthy of the name was becoming some quality entertainment. Perhaps the human girl would amount to something worthwhile in time after all.

Tatsuki leapt a short distance backwards from the crater. She doubted the pint-sized terror was down yet. But she also didn't want to get close enough to be caught by a surprise attack, nor potentially waste her energy using another Dragon's Roar. Out of the crater climbed Yachiru, her broken nose and a gash on her forehead both bleeding heavily. Rather than show any sign of pain, she gave her playmate a smile that was all teeth and blood. "Wow, you're strong, Scaly-chan! But I'm strong too!" Holding up her Zanpakutō horizontally in front of her, Yachiru looked down at her blade and cheerfully called, "Come out and play, Sanpo Kenjū!"

Remembering how much more dangerous Ikkaku had been after releasing his Shikai, Tatsuki launched herself at her opponent, seeking to take her out before she could use whatever abilities her Zanpakutō would now have. Just before her claws would have reached Yachiru, a sword impacted her side. A moment later, another hit in the same spot. Then a third one. Carving up her flesh, the three attacks hurled Tatsuki into the side of a nearby building. Her body breaking a hole in the wall, the entire building then collapsed, a considerable portion of the remaining wall and roof falling onto her.

For several long seconds, Yachiru stared hopefully at the rubble. Behind her stood two beasts: one tall and skeletal, wearing a black robe and wielding a dagger with two blades, the other small and plump, covered in yellow fur and holding a cleaver. All three eagerly waited, hoping their playtime wasn't over yet.

Fortune smiled upon them. The rubble shifted slightly before exploding away violently. Tatsuki emerged, bruised and bloody, but far from beaten. Her ruined robes fell from her form, revealing more purple scales covering her vitals. The scales were the least of her changes: the teenager's legs had lengthened, becoming digitigrade. Her hands, claws, and horns had all significantly enlarged. A long muscular tail had sprouted just above her buttocks. The lightning that had previously sparked between her fingers now danced around her entire form, leaping from one part of her body to another. Finally, the girl's fierce snarl revealed that all of her teeth were now sharpened fangs, not just her eyeteeth.

Of course, this hardly phased Yachiru and her beasts. Indeed, she was gleeful that the fight wasn't over yet. "Scaly-chan got big!" And she was right; with the teen's growth, she was now roughly 180cm tall, slightly taller than Ichigo. With a burst of speed, both fighters lunged for one another. Yachiru leapt just higher than Tatsuki's head to perform an overhead slash. The draconic teen moved to dodge but misjudged and was struck by the shorter beast's cleaver, the blade narrowly clipping her shoulder. She wrapped its stubby arm and attempted to hurl it away, but to her surprise, it refused to budge once it got a certain distance. "That's no good!" Yachiru exclaimed with a pout, "Boney and Lumpy don't like being separated from me. You can't get rid of them that way."

"Tch. Figures." Tatsuki's voice, though not deeper, was distinctly rougher than before. 'Those two. They mimic her every move. What if she can't move?' Once more, she launched herself. Though rather than moving towards her opponent, she instead jumped towards one of the intact buildings nearby. Immediately after landing, Tatsuki leapt again. Again and again, she leapt from perch to perch, seeking to confuse the surprisingly powerful child she fought. It appeared to be working too; Yachiru was looking in every direction, trying to keep track of her. Finally, Tatsuki moved to actually attack. Knowing that attacking from directly behind an enemy was too obvious, she came in from above, to the left, and slightly behind Yachiru.

Just before her fist struck, Yachiru spun, slashing upwards across Tatsuki's face. "There you are!" Undeterred despite the pain, her fist struck the young girl in the face, knocking out several teeth and sending her flying into yet another wall. As Yachiru was knocked away, her beasts flew after her, seemingly against their will.

So lost in her battle lust and instincts was she, it took Tatsuki a few seconds to register what was wrong with her vision. Then the pain stuck. "FUCK! WHY IS IT ALWAYS MY FUCKING EYE!?" Lumpy's attack had sliced from her jawline up across her right eye while Yachiru's following attack had only managed a shallow cut slightly above the first. Boney, on the other hand, didn't connect at all, having been launched backwards along with its mistress.

At this point, Tatsuki was far past holding back. Like every older sibling, teacher, and babysitter before her, she had reached the point where there was only one thought in her head. 'I'm going to murder that kid.' Leaping after Yachiru, she punched the girl in the ribs before she could recover from the last attack. Then the tomboy grabbed her by the head and lifted her up before slamming her back into the ground. Releasing the lieutenant's skull, Tatsuki wrapped her tail around her body, seeking to pin down her arms. Yachiru tried biting the appendage but the scales were too tough for her teeth to do any damage. So she tossed her Zanpakutō to her offhand and swung as best she could. Due to her limited mobility, her attack had less force than usual. Still, with both Lumpy and Bony striking the same spot, they left a deep slash that went almost halfway through Tatsuki's tail.

Tatsuki dropped the lieutenant as her tail went limp. Yachiru jumped upwards sword first. Lumpy's blade, being the first and ill-suited towards stabbing, only cut the teen's stomach slightly. Yachiru's struck the same spot and sank deeply into her belly before she lost her momentum. Finally, Boney's sword went all the way through, coming out of Tatsuki's back. Tatsuki immediately counterattacked, punching Yachiru to the ground and stomping on her body. Pinning her down with one foot, she immediately used the last of her Reiatsu to fire a Dragon's Roar at the girl.

As the attack died down and the smoke cleared, it became readily apparent Yachiru wasn't getting back up again. Both Boney and Lumpy dissolved into nothingness and the girl lay on the ground, bleeding and unmoving. Panting and barely able to stand from both exhaustion and her injuries, Tatsuki looked at Zaraki who was still watching nearby, before turning away towards the Senzaikyū. She managed a single step before collapsing, unconscious before she even hit the ground. As her Ryū no Senshi dissipated, leaving behind her nude, battered, bloody body, Zaraki approached the two fighters. Looking down at the Ryoka, he gave one of his bloodthirsty grins. "Not bad kid," He said as he picked up Yachiru's broken form, "Survive. Grow stronger. I'll be waiting for a proper fight." Thus, the captain turned and headed directly for 4th Division, surprisingly adept at finding his way without Yachiru's directions.

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In her quarters, Isane considered the last few weeks, particularly the last few days. Things had been going downhill recently, especially once the Ryoka invaded. And it all could be traced back to Nemu-san's sentencing. First came the shock and scandal of a lieutenant being sentenced to death. Then came the questioning. Were Nemu-san's crimes truly heinous enough to warrant execution, especially an execution that was normally reserved for captains and traitors? Now, they were under siege. Reports only indicated eight intruders in total, though there were suspicions of a ninth. And yet those eight (or nine) individuals had caused nearly a thousand casualties in less than three full days, including critically injuring multiple captains. Worse, they were starting to get reports of fatalities. While few and far between so far, that Shinigami were dying at all was disheartening, to say the least. Ikkanzaka Jirōbō had merely been the first they heard of.

'I know what I have to do. It's the right thing to do, both for Nemu-san and for Soul Society as a whole.' Some would argue that her intentions were treasonous, but Isane knew better. Breaking one criminal out of prison, one who doesn't deserve their sentence to begin with, in exchange for preventing hundreds of more casualties and who knows how many fatalities? She couldn't imagine a better bargain than that. Glancing at her full-length mirror, Isane removed one arm from her Shihakusho before clenching her fist tightly. Her arm, more muscular than most outside the Shinigami Women's Association would guess, flexed, teeming with strength. It didn't matter that the Senzaikyū prevented anyone from using Reiatsu within it. The guards would be no match for her outside or in.

Fixing her Shihakusho, Isane made sure her Zanpakutō was secured properly on her sash and left her room. It was time to make a jailbreak.

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One Thousand Follows Celebration Omake: And When I Get That Feeling

Sitting in a private examination room in his underwear, Ichigo pondered the absurdity of what he had to do. Medical checkups made sense, especially after dangerous missions. But a medical checkup for his Shinigami form? He had just had a physical last month in the Living World. What, did his soul have to worry about high blood pressure or testicular cancer? 'Whatever. Maybe I can just order them not to bother? I am a captain, right?' But such plans went immediately out the window when the door opened and his assigned medic finally entered.

In walked one Unohana Retsu, the most powerful woman in Soul Society. Also voted the most beautiful woman in Soul Society for the past 563 years. Though she stood nearly a head shorter than him, she more than made up for it with her presence. She entered the room and all thoughts of avoiding his exam immediately fled Ichigo's mind, though only part of that was intimidation. Another part of him was happy for any excuse to gaze at her womanly curves. Retsu might not flaunt her body like Rangiku, but she had the body of a breeder: large heavy breasts, full hips, generous thighs, and a deliciously juicy backside.

'And now I have a different problem.' Holding his hands in front of his crotch, Ichigo prayed the older woman didn't spot the tent he was starting to pitch. Yeah, she's definitely seen that sort of thing before, but nobody enjoys getting a hard-on in front of their doctor. "Good afternoon, Captain Kurosaki. I'm glad you actually came to your appointment willingly. So many Shinigami require more… direct encouragement I'm afraid." Ichigo gulped at the implications.

For her part, Retsu pretended she didn't notice Ichigo's nervousness. Just as she pretended not to notice his arousal. 'This should prove amusing.' Her tone a combination of professional and motherly, the woman said, "Now, let us begin, shall we? First, I'll need you to follow the light with your eyes."

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After a battery of tests that weren't too different from those of a physical from the Living World, barring the use of Kaidō for some portions, Ichigo had forgotten his earlier nervousness. He was currently lying down on the room's medical bed as Unohana scanned his heart and lungs for any irregularities. Unbeknownst to him, she decided to amuse herself a little. While Ichigo was busy staring at the ceiling, the medic adjusted her robes a little. "Well Kurosaki-san, your heart and lungs are perfectly healthy. As such, there's only one test left." Turning his gaze to look at her, Ichigo's eyes widened in shock. Unohana's robe must have shifted when she bent over to examine him for her collarbone and cleavage were now on display. He had seen naked breasts before, but the context made this feel more scandalous.

"Is something the matter, Kurosaki-san?" Unohana asked with fake innocence, knowing full well what was bothering him. When he turned away and denied it, she smirked. "Well then, I'll need you to stand up and remove your underwear please."

"I- what?" Was his eloquent reply as he stood up. Surely, he couldn't have heard right.

Rather than repeat herself, the Captain of 4th Division made a quick slicing gesture with her hand. A moment later, Ichigo's boxers split on one side before falling off his body entirely. Ichigo most definitely didn't "eep" as his member, still at half-mast, was exposed. "Much better," she said with satisfaction, "Now then, I need to check a few things." Sliding down to her knees, Unohana cupped Ichigo's sack in one hand, deftly rolling his balls. Within seconds, Ichigo was fully hard as the beautiful woman practically, no, actually fondled his balls.

"Oh my, it seems you have quite a build-up of stress Kurosaki-san. Such a condition is quite unhealthy," She outright purred, her voice somehow straddling the line between professional and sinful. "I must administer treatment immediately." With no further warning, she opened her mouth and instantly swallowed half of Ichigo's cock in one go. As she bobbed up and down on his length, the orangette gasped in both shock and pleasure; he'd never expected such a thing from the rather matronly Shinigami. Fantasized about it? Absolutely, but never expect it.

But Uno- no, Retsu was swiftly proving that despite her motherly demeanor, she undeniably knew what she was doing. When Ichigo hit the back of her throat, she kept plunging deeper without pause until her lips were sealed around the base of his shaft. With her right hand still massaging his balls expertly, Retsu's left came up to grip his ass tightly, holding him in place as she worked him over. While she was the one on her knees, she was still the one in control. Not even Ichigo grabbing hold of her hair changed that.

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Outside the examination room, Kotetsu Isane stared through a crack in the door. She hadn't considered anything particularly amiss when Captain Unohana assigned Captain Kurosaki this particular room, but now, as she watched the woman she (not-so) secretly loved positively devour the newest captain's cock, she understood. This room was off the beaten path and there was little reason for anyone to come down this way. Isane herself had only stopped by to see if her captain needed anything before she retired for the evening. Instead, the amazon of a lieutenant was groping both of her breasts through her Shihakusho as she covertly watched Unohana's lascivious actions. The older woman stopped fondling Ichigo for a moment to roughly pull open her top, her full heavy breasts spilling out as she revealed herself.

From her hiding spot, Isane likewise pulled open the upper half of her uniform and pushed it down around her waist, exposing not only her bust but also her surprisingly muscular arms and abdominals. Her own breasts were a bit smaller than her captains, but they were a magnificent size nonetheless. With unhindered access to them, her hands went right back to roughly massaging her breasts, flicking her sensitive nipples to the acts her captain was performing.

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Unaware of their voyeur, Ichigo struggled not to blow his load right away. The things Retsu's mouth was doing to his dick were beyond description. Whether she was teasing his cock head or making her tongue positively dance along his shaft, everything was pure bliss. Through it all, she maintained perfect eye contact, never looking away once. Then she surprised him once again. Sticking her tongue out, Retsu let go of his sack to grab his ass with both hands before taking him all the way to the hilt in one plunge. She held him deep in her throat as her tongue slithered all across his balls like a sensuous python.

It proved his undoing, with a growled "Unohana, I'm-", the young Shinigami unloaded. Sticky salty ropes of cum launched out of his dick and straight down her throat. Each shot fired like a cannon as he sought to fill her stomach with his seed. And Retsu? She eagerly swallowed every last drop, not once showing an ounce of discomfort or hesitation.

After several long seconds, much longer than he'd ever achieved with his own hand, his climax ended. Ichigo felt weak in the knees, like he'd lost part of his soul in that orgasm. "W-wow. That was-" But what it was exactly would remain unknown as Retsu slowly removed him from her mouth, sucking bobbing as she went and making sure she'd gotten every last drop from him. And when she looked up at Ichigo with that smoldering gaze of lustful desire, he couldn't even conceive of going flaccid. Despite just experiencing the strongest orgasm of his lifetime, his cock throbbed with need at her look.

"Oh my, Kurosaki-san, it seems you're still very 'stressed'. I'll have to take more drastic measures." Despite her almost professional words, the head doctor's voice outright dripped with sin. Standing up once more, she gripped her Shihakusho in both hands and unceremoniously tore it from her body, leaving the two halves to fall to the office floor. Her nude form was just as exquisite as Ichigo had always imagined. Every part of her, from her ripened breasts to her long legs to the well-trimmed patch of hair between her legs was the epitome of womanhood. Clad in only her tabi and a smile full of wicked promises, Retsu gave Ichigo a hard shove, pushing him backwards onto the examination table.

The lustful woman climbed atop the table and straddled him. His steel hard cock pressed against her abdomen, showing just how far inside of her he would reach. "This is quite the impressive specimen, Kurosaki-san. Hopefully, it will be able to relieve my stress as well." Raising herself up, she gripped the base of his manhood firmly as she rubbed the head against her slavering pussy. But when she went to stick him inside, Retsu maneuvered him backwards to a different hole. It took some work, truthfully she hadn't had a chance to enjoy herself in well over a century, but eventually, her tight rosebud gave way and the head of his cock entered her backdoor.

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No longer content with just molesting her tits, Isane frantically removed her own Shihakusho, albeit less violently than the object of her desires had. Her cunt ached with need. Within her, lust and envy warred with one another. And the argent haired lieutenant couldn't decide who she envied more: the brave and dashing Kurosaki for getting to fuck Captain Unohana. Or the beautiful and elegant Unohana for getting to fuck Kurosaki. Either way, she watched enraptured as the older woman slowly sank down on the largest cock Isane had ever seen, taking every last centimeter deep into her bowels. Once her magnificently plump ass rested on Ichigo's thighs, she paused for a moment, seemingly savoring the sensation, before she started bouncing. Isane stuffed two fingers deep into her needy pussy even as she stuffed her panties into her mouth to keep from moaning aloud. Once sufficiently gagged, Isane's free hand returned to abusing her breasts, imagining it was either of the room's occupants assaulting her instead.

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"O-oh yes, Kurosaki-san! This will, unf, definitely require, ha huah, extensive t-treatment!" Retsu grunted and panted in pleasure as the cock plundering her ass stretched her out like nothing she'd felt before. It was exquisite. It was exotic. It was everything she needed. Running her hands along her lover's chest, the ravenette enjoyed the feel of his well-defined pecs and abs. Feeling her first, but hopefully not last, orgasm approaching, the voluptuous beauty picked up the pace. The lewd slapping of her ass against Ichigo's thighs echoed throughout the room.

"Shit, Retsu. You feel amazing!" Ichigo groaned. His hands latched onto her hips, presumably in hopes of gaining at least some control over the pace of their fucking as he thrust up into her. Grabbing the teens hands, Retsu planted them on her breasts.

As Ichigo experimentally pinched her nipples, Retsu's climax slammed into her full force. She threw her head back and let out an obscene cry of ecstasy, "Fffffwwaahhhhhhh!" Her pussy convulsed wildly as her bowels clamped down on Ichigo's invading member and her fingers clawed long red scratches down his chest. To his own surprise, the sharp sting of pain triggered the orangette's own orgasm. With a drawn-out groan, he flooded the older woman's ass with cum, each rope proving that his previous climax had done nothing to diminish his load.

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Two fingers stuffing her asshole as three more plunder her pussy, Isane squealed into her makeshift gag, gushing all over her hand in orgasm. The amazon's vision swam with the force of her climax and when her eyes refocused, it was to the sight of Captain Unohana swinging her body around and laying her back atop Kurosaki's chest. This time she seemed content to let him dictate the pace. Even as Isane watched, the pair enthusiastically kissed, their tongues dueling for dominance. All the while, Ichigo thrusted into his dirty doctor's backdoor from below and massaged her heaving breasts.

For her part, Isane was delighted by the couple's new position. Now she could see every part of the action. The hand working over her ass moved with renewed vigor while she brought the other up to her mouth. Spitting out her panties, Isane eagerly licked her fingers clean of her juices. 'More. More! More!'

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Retsu found she enjoyed letting Ichigo think he had control more than she expected. Perhaps next time, she'd actually let him take the wheel. As is, she fisted a hand in his hair, guaranteeing he couldn't pull away from her wanton kiss. His tongue was much like the rest of him: enthusiastic, talented, but also inexperienced. With a decade or two of practice, he might be truly formidable in the bedroom and on the battlefield. For now, Retsu's offhand clasped overtop Ichigo's own, guiding him to more properly manipulate her bouncing tits.

A particularly hard thrust by her paramour caused his swinging sack to smack directly into her sopping snatch. The strike produced both a delightfully obscene noise and a wonderful jolt of pleasure through both their bodies. Angling himself for better leverage, Ichigo started hammering into her ass, driving both to new heights of ecstasy with each thrust. This time, it was Ichigo who peaked first. Snarling into the surprisingly obscene medic's ear, he buried his dick fully into her as he pumped a third titanic load of cum into her.

Set off by both the remarkably erotic snarl and the feeling of her hole being flooded once more, Retsu's ass did its level best to crush Ichigo's cock as her muscles spasmed uncontrollably with her second anal orgasm of the day. Her juices gushed out of her cunt, splattering across Ichigo's thighs and balls.

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Back outside the room, Isane's lower lip was bleeding from how hard she was biting down on it to hold in her cries of bliss. As she watched her captain's stomach bulge from the second load filling her bowels, Isane's eyes rolled back in her head. The very idea of such a thing brought her to her fourth orgasm, causing a fresh deluge to join the veritable puddle of her nectar laid on the floor between her feet. 'Th-that was by far… the most erotic thing I've ever seen.' Right as she became coherent enough to consider that it might be best to leave before she's discovered, Unohana spoke once more, "Your condition is incredibly persistent, Kurosaki-kun. Perhaps I should call in some assistance. Isn't that right, Isane?"

The shy lieutenant froze, realizing Unohana knew she was there. Or perhaps, she had known the entire time. Either way, Isane was frozen with indecisiveness, unsure whether or not to flee. In a few seconds, the choice was taken from her. Dismounting off her lover, Retsu walked across the room, heedless of the seed spilling from her well fucked hole, and opened the door fully. Grabbing her equally naked lieutenant by the back of her head, she brought Isane down into a domineering kiss. Retsu's tongue instantly overpowered the younger woman's, plundering every corner of her mouth. Her offhand came up to squeeze Isane's ass, firmer and more toned than her own, making the submissive woman whimper in pleasure.

Retsu released Isane from the kiss, but kept hold of her lieutenant's ass, using it to guide her into the examination room (properly closing and locking the door this time). Ichigo, having gotten up off the bed in surprise, embarrassed at being caught but also still incredibly aroused, watched as the shorter of the two women made her junior lay down on said bed.

Once Isane was situated properly, Retsu promptly climbed up and sat on her junior's face. "Do be a dear and clean me up, won't you Isane?" Without hesitation, Isane's hands came up and gripped Retsu's fat bubble butt as she got to work tonguing the woman's backdoor. Only now did Retsu reach up and undo the tie maintaining her braid, letting her hair flow freely and revealing the scar she normally kept hidden. "Oh! S-s-so enthuuuusiastic, Isane!" She moaned as Isane drove her tongue deep into her ass. That smile of sinful promises returned as the doctor looked at Ichigo, the young man absently stroking himself to the wondrous sight before him.

Reaching down, the ravenette grabbed hold of her junior's legs, lifting them upwards until she held them far apart by Isane's ankles. "Won't you let my darling lieutenant attend to your needs as well, Kurosaki-kun?" With a dumb nod, Ichigo stepped forward. But when he rubbed his cock head against Isane's positively drooling slit, topped by a neat little tuft of pubic hair shaped like a heart, Retsu spoke up again, "Oh no, not there. I can't risk you impregnating my oh so helpful assistant. So I'll have to insist you use this hole instead." Leaning forward, she held Isane's legs out of the way with her arms as she spread the other woman's rosebud.

Aiming slightly lower than before, the teen pressed forward. Isane's ass was certainly tight, but her own earlier ministrations had helped prepare her for him. In no time at all, he had slipped inside, earning a squeal that was muffled by Retsu's ass. "Ah, fuck. Tight~", he moaned.

Placing the argent haired woman's ankles atop Ichigo's shoulders, the ravenette sat upright once more and amused herself by tormenting Isane's nipples. "Give it to her nice and hard, Kurosaki-kun." Hearing no protest from Isane, Ichigo happily complied, grabbing her hips and giving her a series of slow powerful thrusts that quickly gathered speed. In no time at all, he was outright hammering her sculpted rear to Isane's shrieking delight.

Isane had never experienced such glorious pleasure before. Her ass was being brutalized by a thick hard cock and her nipples were being abused by her captain's skilled hands. All the while, Isane did her damnedest to lick up every last drop of cum that Ichigo had pumped into her captain. Her fifth orgasm of the day washed over her like the tide but neither of the pair taking their pleasure in her body paid it any mind. They kept using her for their own satisfaction, swiftly driving her to a sixth (double the number she'd ever achieved in one day before).

Staring at one another, Ichigo and Retsu leaned forward and engaged in another passionate make out session. Their tongues once more dueled for dominance as they made Isane their plaything. Ichigo took one hand off Isane's hips to once more grope Retsu's magnificent breasts, massaging and squeezing to his heart's content. Comparing Isane's previous orgasm to the tide was perhaps more apt than she'd realized. For in no time at all, orgasm washed over her again and again like waves in a storm. She'd barely recover her senses before the next one struck. Her spasming pussy near continuously gushed more of her juices onto Ichigo's stomach and groin. Her clenching asshole and constant moans, squeals, and screams into Retsu's ass drove both her paramours over the edge as well. Moaning with wicked satisfaction into Ichigo's mouth, Unohana came all over her subordinate's face. Mere seconds later, Ichigo grunted as he buried himself balls deep into Isane's bowels and flooded her with his seed. All three remained where they were, panting in exertion.

When Ichigo stepped backwards, pulling out of the submissive amazon and revealing he was still hard despite four soul draining orgasms, Retsu's smile became predatory. Dismounting and landing on surprisingly steady legs, she grabbed hold of her lieutenant once more, bringing them both down to their knees before Ichigo.

The muscular woman stared up at the cock that had so thoroughly ruined her. Only a scant few centimeters away, it glistened with their combined juices even as it throbbed hungrily, almost like it could smell a bitch in heat nearby. Of course, Isane knew she wasn't merely a bitch in heat. She was their bitch in heat. She belonged to them both, completely and utterly. So when her mistress held her hair in one hand and her jaw in the other, and whispered, "See what a naughty mess you made, Isane? You should clean up after yourself." Isane obediently stuck out her tongue and began licking every last millimeter of her master's cock. From the swollen head all the way down to the base she went, before taking his balls, still so heavy with sperm, into her mouth one at a time. Once they were thoroughly polished, she licked her way back up his member until she reached the head. Planting a submissive kiss on the tip, she opened wide and took him into her mouth.

Ichigo stared down at the pair as the younger of the two sucked him off. Reaching down, he put his hands atop their heads. While Retsu seemed more amused by it than anything, Isane took it as encouragement and redoubled her efforts to service him. And unlike with Unohana's earlier blowjob, this was indeed servitude. Rather than attempting to suck out his soul through his dick, Isane put her all into pleasuring him as best she could. As he watched, Retsu turned her gaze upwards to look him in the eye, her visage promising that they were only getting started.

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AN: "Gasp! No Zaraki fight?!" Nope. While I had some problems with his character in the final arc, dude's legit. Nobody in Ichigo's group is taking him on, except Letzt Stil Uryū. Which come to think of it, would've been an interesting fight. Anyway, instead Tatsuki threw hands with a child (Tatsuki: "I'm not going to fight a child!" Also Tatsuki: Reenacts Hulk vs Loki on a child.). Meanwhile, Aizen makes some overtures with Ichigo. Because beating the hero is good; converting him is better. Granted, he doesn't need Ichigo, but the boy would be useful. As for the Omake? Whether it's canon or not is up to yall. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Though Isane being ripped is going to be canon. Meta reason: Because I wanted to go all-in on the shy amazon. In-universe reason: She hoped that exercise would consume enough energy that her body wouldn't have any left for growing.

Shoutout to Kairomaru. He's the one who named Tatsuki's Ghidorah impression. So now it's "Dragon's Roar". Tatsuki's new form is based heavily on Ulti's hybrid form from One Piece. Lastly, fuck that fight. Figuring out where Yachiru's attack lands when she's using her Shikai against a moving opponent gave me war flashbacks to AP Physics class. I had to start sketching diagrams and breaking out 3D models to figure it out.

And for the part yall actually care about.

NEXT TIME ON "Vow of the King"! Sado and Ganju double-team a girl and learn size isn't everything. Meanwhile, Orihime's gonna choke a bitch.