Chapter 21.5: But Now Another Story Comes to Mind
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
"Zanpakutō"
"Hollows/Vizard"
"[Reading/listening to a message/letter]"
"{Speaking a different language}"
AN: The second best thing about Omakes is getting to just do whatever stupid idea you think of. The best thing is taking the chess set that is canon and throwing it in a fire without having to deal with the consequences. Oh and for Omake 4, just imagine if Tirana's sexy form was her real one.
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Omake 1: Shy Snu-Snu
When Ochi-sensei announced a new transfer student, Ichigo didn't think much of it. Transfers happened from time to time, no need to make a big deal out of it. As such, he didn't really bother paying attention. At least, he didn't until he heard Keigo mutter, "Holy shit, they're- I mean, she's huge!"
Looking up, the teen saw the Shinigami from the night before, now clad in a Karakura High uniform that struggled to contain her. And Keigo had a point, even under her shirt and blazer, it was obvious the woman was stacked. Enough so to make him wonder how she hid them in her Shinigami uniform. Not to mention, the school clearly didn't have skirts intended for a woman approaching two meters tall. Nervously, the disguised Shinigami bowed to the class, "My name is Kotetsu Isane, please take care of me." As she was directed to her desk, right next to Ichigo's, more than one boy muttered about how they'd love to "take care of her". Once she'd sat down, Isane turned to him, "Kurosaki-san, I'm afraid I haven't been assigned my books yet. Do you think we could share for today?"
Glancing at her outstretched hand, Ichigo read a hastily scribbled note written on her palm, "[Please don't make a scene.]". Shrugging, he offered, "Yeah, sure."
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"Holy cow, Isane! I don't know what's bigger, your boobs or your muscles!" Mahana's exclamation drew attention from all the girls present in the showers. While about half the girls had already finished showering after gym and either were changing into their school uniform or had already left, a fair number were still around. And now all of them were looking at their newest classmate. At 187 centimeters, Isane positively towered over all the other girls. Combine that with being more muscular than almost all the boys in class and she looked like a Viking war goddess. At the sudden attention from her peers, Isane shrunk in on herself, causing Mahana to quickly explain herself, "Sorry! I didn't mean that in a bad way! I just meant that you look like you could throw a guy onto a bed one-handed then ride him until his pelvis breaks!"
Now everyone present was blushing at Mahana's description. But Isane was no longer trying to hide herself, which she counted as a win. Attempting to encourage the (much) taller girl, the brunette continued, "C'mon, flex a bit. You got it, flaunt it. Show us those guns!"
Taking a breath to steady herself, the lieutenant complied. As she was still shy about her height and build, both her curves and muscles, she turned her back to the group first. Straightening out her arms, Isane flexed them along with her back, causing each muscle to stand out in stark relief. As her shower was still running, the water ran down her back, around her ass like sculpted marble, and continued down her powerful legs. The girls all applauded and complimented her figure, encouraging Isane further. Turning back around, she placed one leg in front of the other and curled her arms up in a classic bodybuilder pose. Amidst the applauding, Chizuru's eyes followed a single drop of water run between Isane's magnificent breasts, down her sculpted abs, and disappear into the neatly trimmed bush of silver hair just above her womanhood. 'At least the shower's hiding just how wet I am. Dom me, muscle mommy.'
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Waking up had become an awkward ritual for Isane as of late. After being woken up by one nightmare too many, her current roommate had suggested she just share his bed from the start, something she frequently ended up doing anyway. While it certainly helped prevent her nightmares and Isane was certainly appreciative that she got to be the little spoon despite being larger than Ichigo, the fact of the matter was… he was poking her backside. No amount of medical expertise or acknowledging that it was a completely normal physiological response changed the fact that feeling his… hardness running between her cheeks every morning was incredibly embarrassing for the woman.
As for why she didn't do anything to prevent it such as being the big spoon or even putting up a barrier of pillows between them, well Isane would be lying if she said she didn't appreciate the implied attraction. The erection might be a purely physiological response, but the time Ichigo grinded against her in his sleep? That wasn't. She still pined after Captain Unohana, but she enjoyed the attention. And besides, given how unattainable the Captain was, who's to say she shouldn't give someone else a shot? While rougher than Captain Unohana, Ichigo still showed that desire to protect others Isane found so alluring in the older woman. With this thought in mind, Isane pressed back against him a little more firmly.
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Placing her left hand atop her right, Rangiku declared, "Growl, Haineko!" With the release of her Shikai, the lieutenant's Zanpakutō blade dissolved into a cloud of ash that engulfed Ichigo with remarkable speed. With a gesture of her hand, the ash whirled around, forming a tornado. "You should have surrendered when I offered. Neko Rinbu!" Haineko's ash sped up further, becoming a vortex of near microscopic blades. The strawberry blonde knew it wasn't a pleasant way to die, but orders were orders and the Ryoka hadn't left her much choice. For a human, he was alarmingly powerful, especially if he truly had only gained his powers when Isane had gone to the human world mere months prior.
She was pulled from her thoughts when she noticed the teen's Reiatsu wasn't decreasing. Rather, it was rising. From within her raging whirlwind, Rangiku heard him call out, "Rise up from the depths, Suijin!" A geyser of water arose from the ground beneath Haineko's ash cloud, engulfing it completely as it reached dozens of meters in the air. As the water reached its zenith, blackened clouds covered the night sky. The torrent of water fell back to the ground, revealing her opponent with his own Shikai unleashed. Of all the Zanpakutō she'd seen over the decades, Kurosaki's was certainly one of the stranger ones. In his right hand was an old fashioned four hooked anchor with a length of sturdy looking chain coming off it held in his left hand. Unfortunately, she only caught a glimpse as a moment later, the clouds overhead unleashed their contents. The torrential downpour soaked both combatants to the bone in seconds, the rain so thick Rangiku struggled to see more than a few meters in front of her face.
The veteran Shinigami called back her Shikai, something made more difficult than normal as the rain battered away at each individual blade. Though not a great hardship, controlling Haineko was definitely going to be a problem in this monsoon. A hint of movement caught her eye, causing her to gesture with Haineko's hilt, the ash forming a current that swiped in front of her. Kurosaki's anchor was smacked aside but retreated back into the deluge before she could retaliate. Reaching out with her senses, Rangiku attempted to locate her enemy by his Reiatsu, only to feel him all around her in every direction. "Of course," she realized, "The rain's infused with his Reiatsu. I'm trying to find a tiger in the tall grass. Only one thing to do." Raising her left hand, the lieutenant pointed her palm above her. "Best get rid of this rain. Hadō #58, Tenran!" A blast of wind like a tornado burst forth from her hand, soaring up into the sky… and doing nothing to disperse the downpour. "Oh, come on!"
"Sorry," Kurosaki's voice sounded to her left. Rangiku quickly redirected her Kidō in that direction, only for the Ryoka to speak up from behind her, "This rain's not going anywhere without my say-so." This time, she sent Haineko to strike both behind her and to her sides. All her efforts gained her was an anchor slamming into her tits, forcing the air from her lungs. Thankfully, it was launched rather than swung, so at least the hooks didn't dig into her flesh.
"Hadō #31, Shakkahō!" The bright red blast flew into the night and exploded against some unknown object that was sadly not her target. "Damnit, it's like a mixture of Tōshirō and what Hisagi told me about his captain's Bankai." Just then, a compact stream of water shot at her. Though she dodged, it whipped back around to make another attempt even as a second one joined it. "You're not exactly proving me wrong," Rangiku growled in frustration. Haineko once more formed a cyclone, though this time around its wielder, the whirling blades diverting the water away from her harmlessly.
The rain paused for just a moment, then a pillar of water slammed down into the lieutenant from above. Something most don't consider is just how much water weighs. Because it's so easy to move through and likes to flow around obstacles rather than through them, many don't realize that a cubic meter of water weighs a metric ton. And unfortunately for her, Rangiku's Shikai wasn't up to the task of stopping several cubic meters of water from slamming into her. Though Ichigo took care not to crush her, the current of the water constantly crashing into her kept the strawberry blonde from being able to move at all as it pinned her to the ground. For the first time since his Shikai was released, Ichigo was fully visible as he stalked towards her. An orb of water formed a few inches above her head, the implications clear as he asked, "Where are they holding Isane?"
Unable to move and unwilling to test her captor's resolve to kill her, Rangiku nodded her head in the rough direction of Sōkyoku Hill. "Penance Tower," She gasped out, the current making it hard to breathe, "White… tower… center of Soul… Society."
Looking in the indicated direction, Ichigo nodded in appreciation. "Thank you. That's all I wanted." As the sphere of water splashed harmlessly on Rangiku's face, he flipped his anchor around and slammed the handle into the side of her head. "Enjoy your nap." The rain stopped and the water disappeared along with the clouds as the teen resealed his Zanpakutō, quickly moving towards his new destination.
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He was just about to break down the door to Isane's tower when the new presence appeared behind Ichigo. A presence that was monstrously powerful, even more so than that Gin guy had been a few days prior. Rather than launch his anchor at the door, Ichigo swung it in a wide arc behind him. "Like hell I'll let you bastards kill Isane!" He roared.
But Suijin was stopped easily, caught as casually as though it were a gently thrown pillow. The short woman who had caught it didn't even drop her smile as she replied, "I'm afraid you misunderstand, Kurosaki-san. I'm not here to stop you from saving my precious lieutenant. I came to rescue her myself." While Ichigo gaped in surprise, the ravenette woman, her hair flowing freely in the breeze, released his Zanpakutō and gestured towards the holding cell. "The door if you would, Kurosaki-san."
"Uh right," Ichigo awkwardly muttered. He genuinely hadn't expected any of the Shinigami to want to save Isane as well. But he supposed that an organization of tens of thousands would have to have some dissenters. It was just good fortune that one of them was also so massively powerful. Putting those thoughts aside, Ichigo released his Shikai and twirled it in a tight circle by the chain. Once he figured he had enough momentum, Ichigo let Suijin fly. The anchor smashed right through the door of the Senzaikyū before returning to Ichigo's hand as he charged into the tower.
A startled Isane stared at him from where she was sitting on her futon, seemingly having been startled awake by the ruckus. "I-Ichigo-kun! What are you doing here?!" Rather than answer, Ichigo swept her up in a princess carry and ran for the door, "Wait, what's going on? How did you get here?"
"No time to talk, we're breaking you out."
"We?"
Isane's question was answered when she was carried into the rain summoned by Ichigo's Shikai and saw Captain Unohana waiting, her hair unbraided and her Zanpakutō in hand. Despite her chilling presence, Unohana smiled the same as always, "I apologize for taking so long, Isane-chan." Isane smiled brilliantly, happy tears in her eyes, at the two most important people in her life rebelling against Soul Society for her sake. Just then, Unohana's eyes widened and she proclaimed, "Bankai."
A deluge of blood poured from her Zanpakutō, quickly forming a massive pool of the crimson liquid. Her Zanpakutō was replaced with a shorter katana of hardened blood just as a truly immense presence made itself known. "So, you have rebelled against Soul Society, Unohana Yachiru?" The Head Captain had arrived. Gone was his stooped posture and closed eyes; he stood tall and proud as he glared at the traitor. Glancing at the pool of blood for only a fraction of a second, Yamamoto demanded, "Do you truly intend to stand against me?"
Unohana tore off her captain's haori and replied, "If that is what it takes." She couldn't beat Yamamoto if he truly went all out. She couldn't two millennia ago and he wasn't significantly weaker now. But the question was if he was willing to go that far. If he thought the life of three criminals was worth the thousands that would be erased from existence by his Bankai.
"Very well." The wood of the Head Captain's cane peeled away, revealing his Zanpakutō underneath, which he promptly unsheathed. "Reduce all creation to ash, Ryūjin Jakka." In an instant, the rain from Ichigo's Shikai vanished, even the clouds burning away from the immense heat as Yamamoto's Shikai was released.
"Flee, Kurosaki-san," Unohana urged. "Take Isane, find your comrades, and flee Soul Society. I will hold him off." Ichigo hesitated for a moment, wanting to argue, but the first Kenpachi was having none of it. "Go! Now!"
As she was carried away at her lover's best speed, Isane shouted back, "Please don't die, Captain Unohana!"
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Isane woke up the same way she had every day for nearly twenty years now, naked and sandwiched between her two favorite people in the world. In front of her, Retsu pressed back against her, one of the older woman's matronly breasts being idly massaged by Isane. Behind her, Ichigo played with her breasts as his erection pressed rather insistently at her backdoor. Though all three of them were captains these days, they still slept in Retsu's quarters each night. Whether they ended the night with gentle lovemaking, rough bed-breaking fucking, or simply cuddling under a blanket as they watched a movie, one thing that never changed was their sleeping arrangement.
'We'll have to get up soon,' Isane thought, noticing dawn had come and gone already. No matter how comfortable the bed was with her husband and wife in it, paperwork waited for no one. Right as she decided to wake them up, a jerk of Ichigo's hips caused him to thrust right into her ass. 'Oh~! Well, maybe another hour or two wouldn't hurt,' She decided as she pushed back, taking him deeper inside and incidentally waking her husband up.
The trio wouldn't get out of bed until lunch.
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Omake 2: Helloooo Nurse!
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"Not really sure why I'm the one doing this," Ichigo grumbled to himself as he made his way to the nurse's office.
"I thought boys always wanted a pretty girl in their arms," Chizuru joked from where she was walking beside Ichigo, her arm slung over his shoulder as he escorted her to the nurse's office after Tatsuki's latest retribution against her.
The boy rolled his eyes in response. "Not every guy is a rabid horndog. Besides, I'm pretty sure you're more interested in girls than I am." While Ichigo certainly had a healthy appreciation for the female form, and could even privately admit that Chizuru was fairly cute and had a nice body, he certainly hadn't groped any of his classmates the way she did daily. Glancing up, he saw their destination just up ahead. "We're here." Opening the door, he called, "Pardon the intrusion. My classmate… here…"
The reason he trailed off was the nurse currently looking at the two teens curiously. Rather than the middle-aged woman it had been the last time he had visited, the nurse was a young woman in a lab coat, black skirt, and pale lavender blouse. She was also the woman who stabbed him in the chest last night, Kotetsu Isane. Showing not a single hint of recognition, the nurse asked, "What seems to be the problem today?"
"That you're sitting on a chair and not my face," Chizuru muttered. When the nurse looked at her inquisitively, she coughed and corrected herself, "I mean, that I got punched in the face!" 'Real smooth there,' Ichigo thought while rolling his eyes.
"Oh my, how terrible. Let me take a look at you." Standing up, Isane approached the pair and bent over, closely examining every angle of the redhead's face. Said lesbian was trying not to be too obvious she was checking out the new nurse. 'They're huge! Almost as big as Hime's!' "Hm, there's no swelling yet and I'm not seeing any signs of bruising or bleeding. Let me just get you a cold compress." Rummaging through her supplies, Isane quickly found what she was looking for and turned back to the teens with a professional smile on her face. "Just lay down on one of the cots and keep this pressed against the afflicted area for the next fifteen minutes and you'll be right as rain."
Once Chizuru gratefully accepted the compress and laid it against her cheek, Isane caught Ichigo's eye and quickly reached up, using a single finger to pull open her blouse. Written on one of her breasts was a message: "[Meet me here after school.]"
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"For the last time Ōshima-kun, I did not give Kurosaki-kun nor anyone else a physical. I'm not even certified to give someone a physical. I'm a school nurse, not a general practitioner." While her voice was that of professional exasperation, internally, Isane was just shy of throwing her desk through the wall. Apparently, Ichigo's classmate had spotted him leaving the nurse's office while adjusting his clothes the other day and came to the wrong conclusion. Well, half-wrong conclusion. "Kurosaki-kun has a confidential medical issue that I've been helping him manage. Nothing else."
The bleached blonde thug scoffed at her explanation. "Pah! Should've known Kurosaki didn't have any idea what to do with a woman. Gal like you needs a real man." As he continued boasting, Isane couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. This 'real man' wasn't even half the age of her earrings. Granted, Ichigo was the same age but he wasn't the one strutting around like a badly concussed peacock.
'Is he still talking? Screw it, time to have some fun.' "You know, you're right Ōshima-kun! A woman like me does need a real man who can put me through my paces." Said teen looked stupefied for a moment, apparently even his mind not genuinely believing a woman would agree with him, before his ego took hold again and his cocky smirk returned. The silver haired amazon was going to enjoy this more than she should. "That's why I didn't give Ichigo a physical… I sucked his cock." She swore she saw the boy turn to stone at her words, but she wasn't finished, not by a long shot. "I took him all the way down my throat, tongued his balls, and swallowed his load. Because a woman like me needs a real man. But… perhaps you can prove yourself a real man too, if you're up for it?"
Seemingly coming back to life, the delinquent stammered, "Y-yeah? I mean, of course I am! What do I gotta do?"
Isane fought to keep the evil smirk off her face. Kindness was its own reward. But sometimes, so was sadism. Turning around in her swivel chair, she placed her small mobile side table between them and placed her elbow on top of it. "Prove your manliness by arm wrestling me. If you win, I'll show you what I showed Ichigo. If I win, this conversation never happened."
A perverted grin lit up Ōshima Reiichi's face at the "challenge". Even if she was a little taller than him, for the nurse to offer such a trivial bet meant she was only putting up a façade. She clearly just needed an excuse to throw herself at him. Taking a seat, he clasped her hand in his own and confidently stated, "You're on."
Pulling out a ten-yen coin, Isane held it in her left hand. "In that case, we'll start when this hits the floor." She casually flipped it into the air, both competitors' eyes tracking the coin. Once it clattered to the ground, Reiichi immediately pushed down hard, wanting to get to his prize right away. But after a couple seconds, his arrogant grin faded as Isane's arm remained unmoved. He pushed harder and harder, until his arm was trembling violently. Yet the nurse barely seemed to be paying attention. Finally, when his face reddened until it was nearly purple, she pushed back. The back of the delinquent's hand slammed into the table hard enough to split his knuckles. When she released her grip, he quickly pulled his bleeding hand close to his chest. Straightening back up, Isane returned to her work and dismissively told him, "Run that under cool water then get out of my office."
But he wasn't beat yet. "Oh yeah? What's to stop me from telling everyone about what you did with Kurosaki?" The taller woman turned her head slightly to look at him but didn't pause in her paperwork. "Yeah, you admitted to screwing a student. I could get you into a lot of trouble. You should think twice about how you treat me with that kind of info hanging over yer head!"
Now turning to fully face the remarkably stupid young man, Isane offered, "There's three things stopping you. First, blackmail is illegal and you would not survive long in prison. Second, no one will ever believe you. Third, and most importantly," The argent haired woman stood up, and maybe it was his mind playing tricks on him, but she seemed to tower over Reiichi, an undefinable but equally undeniable pressure weighing down on him as death seemed to radiate from her being, "They'll be finding pieces of your body for the next ten years." Just as suddenly as it came, the feeling of impending doom vanished. Isane sat back down, returned to her paperwork, and idly reminded him, "Run your hand under cool water then kindly return to class."
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The day after Ichigo had fought and slain a Menos Grande found him at the old Sukari building where he usually trained under Isane. Today though, he was working under her in a different sense. Sitting atop Ichigo's shoulders, Isane fisted one hand in his hair while using the other to brace herself against an old light pole. She had barely arrived before her lover had yanked her shorts off and started tongue-lashing her pussy like it had insulted his entire family. While she was usually the aggressor between the two of them, she was hardly going to complain if Ichigo was going to eat her like she was his last meal. Her fingers indented the metal pole when the teen beneath her removed one of his hands from her ass long enough to give it a sharp swat.
Not long after, Isane's eyes crossed and she gave a throaty moan of passion as her climax struck her like a hammer. Though her grip on his hair had almost certainly turned painful, Ichigo's tongue never paused until she came down from her high. Only then did he set her down. Once back on her feet, Isane licked some of her juices off his face before giving him a deep kiss. "Not that I'll ever say no to getting licked like that, but what brought this on?"
"That giant Hollow yesterday. If not for everything you'd taught me, who knows how many would have died. I wanted to thank you the best way I knew how," Ichigo told her sincerely.
"Well, I hope you don't intend to leave it at that!" Shoving him to the ground, Isane all but tore off his pants, exposing his rock-hard erection. Climbing atop him, she straddled his cock briefly and taunted, "Now that you've gotten me so worked up, you've got a lot more 'thanking' to do." With one hand holding him steady, the lieutenant plunged downwards, filling herself to the brim in one go.
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"It's a good thing we all stuck together," Uryū commented as the group managed to flee Soul Society through a prepared portal within the Shihōin Manor.
"I don't know. I bet we would've gotten into all kinds of whacky adventures of action, friendship, and dreams as we individually fought our way to Isane-chan," Orihime offered. She was glad they rescued Ichigo's lover (doubly so when the woman offered to share), but the whole mission hadn't been nearly the epic quest she had envisioned. Rather than meeting interesting people and befriending them after an initial conflict, they just snuck in, grabbed Isane, and snuck back out again.
Mahana disagreed, "I'm pretty sure that sort of thing only happens in Ryō's novels, Orihime." Though still wearing a stolen Shinigami uniform like the rest of them, she made sure her katar were within easy reach inside her robes.
"I actually prefer science-fiction to fantasy adventure," Ryō offered. Her own weapon was more visible but infinitely less noticeable, being the large novel she was apparently reading. Without the Kōtotsu chasing them, it was pretty easy to make their way through the Dangai.
Once they reached the other side, Urahara was there to greet them. "I must say, you lot did better than I expected. I half-expected you to end up separated and locked in a series of battles with the Shinigami before you managed to save Kotetsu-san at the last second." Even as Orihime lit up at someone else sharing her ideas, Urahara grew more serious. "Now then, Kotetsu-san, I believe there's one more thing I need to take care of." A green plantlike material covered the shopkeeper's arm as he plunged it into Isane's chest. Rather than bleed, an odd hole opened between the lieutenant's breasts, like someone peeling back a curtain. From within, Urahara plucked out a small blue gem. "There we go." As his arm pulled back, Isane's chest reformed unharmed. The tall woman frantically patted her chest to confirm there was no injury left behind.
"What the fuck was that?!" Ichigo shouted at Urahara, grabbing the man's haori.
But Urahara was unruffled. "My apologies. The extraction process is completely harmless, if somewhat disturbing. Besides, given that my enemies know where the Hōgyoku was, it'd be best to get rid of it entirely."
"Didn't you say it was indestructible?" Sado asked, speaking up for the first time.
"Indeed, I did! But a true scientist admits when he is wrong." The blonde pulled out a fan and covered his mouth with it, "It seems that while I am incapable of destroying the Hōgyoku, one of you can. Isn't that right, Inoue-san?"
The ditzy girl started in surprise at the idea. "Me? But my attacks are so weak. How can I break it?" Indeed, while she had progressed far, the girl still hated fighting, which reflected in her offensive abilities or lack thereof.
"It's not your offense I'm talking about, Inoue-san," Urahara insisted. "It's your healing. I studied the classmates you healed with your powers. You didn't merely heal them or even somehow turn back time to before they were injured. Your powers undid their injuries by rejecting that they ever happened in the first place."
It was Ryō who connected the dots first, though Uryū wasn't far behind. "So, if she can use her ability on the Hōgyoku, she could unmake its existence."
"That was my hypothesis, yes." Urahara set the Hōgyoku on the ground and took a few steps back. "Inoue-san, if you would?"
Before activating her Shun Shun Rikka, Orihime couldn't help but ask, "What happens if it doesn't work?"
The exile merely shrugged, "Then I'll find a different solution. Though I would greatly appreciate it if you can do it."
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From within the Central 46 Compound, Aizen spied on the Ryoka via Szayel's spirit-recording bugs. He would admit they had surprised him. He had planned for a great deal but not for them to retrieve Kotetsu and escape within a mere two days and minimal fighting. Nonetheless, though they may have temporarily escaped him, he'd recover the Hōgyoku in time, especially with all of them having at least one recording insect on them. There was nowhere they could hide and nothing they could do to stop- "Wait, what is that?" Something on one of the many screens caught his eye. The Hōgyoku was out in the open! And… being enveloped by an orange dome? Was Urahara really going to rely on a human to defend his invention? As the seconds ticked by, Aizen's eyes widened in first surprise and then horror. The Hōgyoku was vanishing! That was impossible! The Hōgyoku was completely indestructible! "No. No! NO!" Despite his denials, reality refused to listen to his demands and the Hōgyoku, the one truly critical objective for his plans, ceased to exist.
"ffffffffFFFUUUUCCCKKKKK!"
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The festival was approaching its climax. All that remained were the fireworks. Ichigo waited for the show along with Orihime and Isane, who looked positively radiant in their yukata. Given the latter was known to Karakura as not only a grown woman, but a school faculty member, they had chosen a secluded location to watch the fireworks without having to worry about displays of affection. It amused Isane a little to know theirs was a relationship where the man could be considered the passive one. While not truly unassertive, Ichigo wasn't as carefree with his affections as Orihime nor as aggressive as herself. Speaking of-
"There you are!" A familiar voice not quite shouted. From out of the tree stumbled Honshō Chizuru, her sky-blue yukata disheveled and slipping off one shoulder. "I've been looking everywhere for you three!" Stomping towards them, Chizuru pouted at Ichigo, "It's not fair that you get the two most perfect women in the world! I don't care how sexy you look when you get all intense, you can't just hog them!" Puffing herself up, the redhead declared, "Which is why I- I- I- ah fuck it!" Throwing herself at Ichigo, the schoolgirl pulled him into a fierce and passionate though amateurish liplock.
Before he could collect himself enough to respond, Chizuru pulled back and kissed the daylights out of Orihime next. But when she got to Isane, the lieutenant was ready for her. Chizuru found herself dipped and groped as the older woman explored her mouth. This time, it was Isane who broke off the kiss. Slinging Chizuru under one arm, she addressed her two blushing lovers, "How about we skip the fireworks and put this naughty girl in her place?"
"Dom me, muscle mommy."
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Omake 3: Breeding Baeber
As soon as Ichigo's Zanpakutō pierced the Tenshintai, Eien-ō appeared in a flash of light though Ichigo noted her cloak was closed for once. Briefly looking around with her piercing eyes, her gaze soon settled upon her wielder. "It is time for your final test then, Your Majesty," Eien-ō stated serenely as she stepped forward into his personal space. "I've tested your mettle as a partner and as a king. Now it is time to test your mettle as a man." The queen woman reached up and whipped off her cloak, revealing her nude body underneath, her armor nowhere to be seen. A number of scars littered her curvaceous form, reminding all present that she was a queen and a warrior before she was a woman. Grabbing her wielder by his crotch, Eien-ō demanded, "Come. Prove your virility by pumping every drop of your seed into my womb. Impress me, and I shall grant you the power you seek."
Everyone present stared in stunned silence. Even Yoruichi had never heard of such a thing. Sure, every Zanpakutō required their wielder to force them to submit in order to obtain Bankai but nothing like this; her own Bankai test had been essentially a high stakes game of tag. After several seconds, it was Candice who broke the silence, "Well, you heard the lady. Go fuck yourself." Much quieter, she muttered, "First time anyone's said that as anything but an insult."
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Ichigo held onto Eien-ō's ankles as he drove deep into her slavering cunt from above, the blonde woman's weight supported entirely on her arms and shoulders as she was fucked for the umpteenth time. While hardly intimate, this new position let him drive deeper into Eien-ō than before. Besides, she'd made it clear that she wasn't interested in intimacy. No, all the knight wanted was to get fucked. And so, he hammered away at her, enjoying the delicious friction and lewd slapping noises as he did his best to fuck the queen senseless. For her part, Eien-ō was certainly luxuriating in the feel of being so wonderfully stretched, even if she found her current position frustrating. With the way her body was positioned, combined with supporting her weight solely on her arms, shoulders, and upper back, she could do little more than lay there and take it. 'I should take control… Oh~ Well, maybe after one more orgasm…'
Off to the side, Yoruichi whispered, impressed by both parties. "It's been four hours and they're still going at it. That's gotta be a record."
"Tried that position once. Less fun than it seems. My damn neck aches just watching," Bambietta offered. Looking around at the mess the two "combatants" had left so far, she asked, "So, when she disappears, all this goes away right? I'm not really interested in sleeping in the aftermath of an orgy I didn't participate in." Any reply she would have received was forestalled by a particularly loud moan as Eien-ō's hips jerked erratically. A few seconds later, Ichigo released her ankles and bent down to grasp her waist as he erupted inside her yet again. In an impressive display of strength, Eien-ō wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped them, forcing Ichigo onto his back with her on top of him. Without even a moment's hesitation, the knight began grinding her hips atop her wielder.
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Eien-ō held on for dear life as Ichigo positively hammered into her pussy, her body folded up in a full nelson as her wielder went all out, doing his damnedest to outright pulverize her womanhood into submission. Ichigo's hips were a blur as he thrusted upwards, his balls slapping against the blonde's clit over and over. Neither of them had the slightest idea how many positions they had tried, how many loads he had pumped into her eager womb, how many orgasms had been ripped from her body. But both knew things were coming to an end. Eien-ō's hair was a complete mess; her eyes were threatening to roll back in her head. This position let Ichigo hit her sweet spot perfectly with Every. Single. Thrust. It was just too good. Finally, with a keening wail that echoed throughout the chamber, Eien-ō squirted all over Ichigo's cock. The desperate convulsions of her needy pussy, eagerly attempting to milk him of his seed, drove her wielder over the edge as well. With a final thrust, he flooded her womb one last time.
The pair collapsed bonelessly to the ground, their strength all but spent. Panting, Eien-ō barely mustered the strength to roll herself over and address her king, "Well done, Your Majesty. My powers are yours to command." She trailed off for a moment before continuing in a more playful tone, "Just, let me rest for a bit before calling on me again." With that, her form dissipated, leaving behind only the Tenshintai.
Groaning, Ichigo slowly found the strength to crawl over to the rejuvenating hot spring, not so much climbing in as falling. After several seconds, he broke the surface and sat properly on the edge, heedless of the other occupants as he sank deep into the hot spring and finally allowed himself to relax. The soothing magical water ate away at his every ache, pain, and soreness. The teen closed his eyes as he allowed himself to simply… be. It felt like he could stay like this forever, just him and the water. "You know, there's four total babes here, all hot, naked, and wet, and you're not even so much as glancing. It's enough to hurt a girl's feelings," Yoruichi's teasing voice broke through his tranquility. And it was true that he was sharing the hot spring with the women, and even that they'd been in the water before him. But that didn't matter a whit to him at the moment.
"For the last three days, I've spent every waking moment trying to find out if it's possible to get a Zanpakutō spirit pregnant," Ichigo countered without opening his eyes. "Right now, the only thing I want on my dick is a bag of ice."
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Omake 4: (S)Lay the Dragon
As Tirana fondled him, Ichigo remembered Nemu's lessons on Hollows. Though certainly capable of emotion and rational thought, they were still creatures of impulse and instinct. Sort of like more intelligent animals. And the only reasons an animal would submit so easily was either because it was forced to or it was faking. Ichigo knew which one he was betting on, especially when the much larger woman had him by the balls both literally and metaphorically.
Reaching up, he gripped the pale woman's top and ripped it off in one violent motion, causing her breasts to sway from the force. "Oh my~ You certainly know what you want, don't you?" Tirana cooed. "Well, far be it for me to stop you from taking what's yours." The hand teasing her buckle undid the clasp in a practiced motion, letting her loincloth fall from her body and leaving the Hollow clad in only her veil. At the same time, she decided to stop messing around and fished Ichigo's cock out of his robes. "There you are. I've got some place special for you." Before Ichigo's eyes, Tirana turned around and lowered herself to her knees. Bending over to support herself with one hand, she reached back and spread her hairless lips to reveal her glistening and astonishingly pink pussy. "Come claim your prize, Your Majesty. Fill me and let us be one."
Moving closer, Ichigo rubbed his erection against her wet hole, one hand grasping Tirana's plump ass. "I like the sound of that. But I have something a little different in mind," the teen taunted. Tightening his grasp on her backside, Ichigo pulled her cheeks apart, revealing her puckered backdoor.
"What do you-" The Hollow's question was answered before she finished it as she felt her would-be prey press rather insistently against the wrong hole. "Don't you dare, you little-" Once again, she was cut off, this time by Ichigo finding enough purchase to push forward. Her backdoor tried to resist, but ultimately was forced to give way, letting the head of his cock enter her virgin hole. "Guh! I-if you stop now, I might forgive you."
Her answer was a sharp slap to her ass, causing it to jiggle delightfully. Now that he was inside, Ichigo let go of his cock and gripped the two massive, pillowy cheeks in front of him. "I thought you told me to claim my prize?" He quipped. "I'd say this is a pretty damn good prize, wouldn't you?" Without waiting for a reply, he thrust forward, slowly but inexorably. As Ichigo sank deeper and deeper into the incredible tightness of her ass, Tirana braced herself against the ground with both hands. Though she squirmed and groaned, she never actually tried to attack him. Even as he began truly laying into her, the amazon clawed at the ground rather than his flesh.
Though he did wish he could fondle her breasts while he fucked her, Tirana was simply too large for him to reach. Not that Ichigo's hands were idle. Rather than play with her juicy tits, he contented himself with spanking her dump truck of an ass over and over. Each smack resulted in a captivating bounce and the Hollow groaning as she involuntarily tightened up around him. "F-fuck, you big dicked b-bastard," she growled throatily. She felt so full. The wonderful friction was all she could think about, such that she barely noticed when her hips started moving back to match his thrusts, seeking to push him deeper still. "You'll pay for thiiissssss!" Her threat became a hiss of pleasure as she orgasmed, her teeth clenched in effort to not moan out loud. Of course, her efforts were meaningless. Even if Ichigo wasn't intimately familiar with the sensation of a woman coming from a vigorous anal pounding, Tirana's pussy gushed fluids all over his balls as she came.
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Outside of Ichigo's Inner World, in the Vizard hideout, the eight former Shinigami kept half an eye on Ichigo's motionless, though still Hollowfying, body. For reasons they couldn't understand, from the moment the teen started his battle against his Inner Hollow, his body just froze. Unlike what had occurred with each of them, he wasn't going berserk and attacking everything in sight. Hell, he wasn't even twitching. At first, they had watched warily. But after Love's turn came and went without action, the Vizards decided to simply wait until either Ichigo's body moved or time ran out. "So…" Rose started, "If he exceeds the time limit, do we still have to kill him? Not like he's exactly a threat right now."
"Regardless of how he's acting right now, we still can't afford a Hollow with that much power running around," Shinji insisted. "If he's not done in another 53 minutes, I'll put him down myself." He was as bored as the rest of them, something he admitted was rather dangerous given how quickly the situation could turn.
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Slamming Tirana's back against the wall, Ichigo thrusted back into the pale woman's immense ass, this time from the front. Their combined juices leaked out with every pump of his hips, creating another puddle on the floor beneath. Having enjoyed numerous orgasms from his treatment, Tirana was no longer bothering with even maintaining a façade. The amazon moaned lustfully as bowels were plundered, panting like a bitch. She was a bitch. More importantly, she was his bitch. His malevolent, violent, obedient bitch. And so he used her like one. His hands gripped her hips with bruising force as he violently stretched out her backdoor. His hips slammed into her ass like he was trying to break her apart. His balls smacked against her plump cheeks, adding further to the obscene orchestra that was their brutal fucking. With one hand, she pulled Ichigo's face into her tits, her cries redoubling as he bit and sucked on her sensitive nipples.
It felt like they had been fucking for hours. The throne room was nearly demolished with the violence of their rutting and the floor had stains everywhere from their combined juices. But they weren't done just yet. The finish line was in sight but neither had quite had their fill of each other. Ichigo grunted into Tirana's tits as he mauled them with his teeth, feeling himself approaching yet another climax. He'd lost count of how many loads he had pumped into her, though he knew it was more than should be possible. Similarly, Tirana had no idea how many times she had peaked. Her mind had no room for such thoughts, not with all of her focus on the Fat. Fucking! Dick! that was even now ravaging her like a conquering army.
Feeling his balls tightening once more, Ichigo increased his pace even further until it seemed like he was trying to fuck Tirana through the wall entirely. The ravenette merely threw her head back and cried out in pleasure at the rough treatment. And when her lover came and flooded her bowels for the umpteenth time, the incredible feeling caused her to peak once more as well, nectar from her still untouched pussy gushing out all over Ichigo's stomach. The two stilled for several long seconds, doing nothing more than enjoying the moment as they caught their breath.
After a time, inspiration struck Ichigo. Carrying Tirana towards the, miraculously still standing, throne, he released her only a couple steps away. The pale woman fell to her knees, her legs not yet up for supporting her. Grabbing hold of one of her horns, Ichigo guided her to follow him as he sat down on his throne. With his legs spread wide, the teen pulled the Hollow's face down until she was pressed against his still hardened member. She needed no further instruction and set to work cleaning him with her tongue, taking care to lick up every single drop of their fluids. "You know," Ichigo said conversationally, "I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship." Tirana hummed in agreement as she opened wide and took him into her mouth.
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AN: So here we are, the omake chapter I promised. I couldn't decide if I wanted Isane as a student or nurse so I did both, while having the nurse be a more assertive Isane. Next chapter, we'll return to our regularly scheduled Vow.
So, I remember telling people that Tirana isn't based off anyone but then I realized a few weeks later that she's basically a younger, hornier version of Alcina Dimitrescu.
Next time on Vow of the King! 15's database says: You's a bitch, and Sin To Win Productions presents: Amazons on Ice!