Prologue

The skies were dark with thick clouds. They had been threatening to rain all day. Classes had ended early, giving even more time to the long weekend. Big parties were planned but nothing had broken yet. The streets were lined with senior high schoolers shuffling through the streets. Orihime had just finished meeting with Ichigo to hang out later, and now she was walking near Tokyo Center in pouring rain. As Orihime moved in with her umbrella through the narrow streets, she saw a dealership with every kind of car, bike, and scooter displayed, it was the only local open nearby. The dealership was small and secluded in the midst of alleys. She had no interests in motorcycles, but something was lurking and calling upon her.

Besides, the dealership was dry and inviting, especially as the water came down harder than Orihime had ever seen before. A TV in the back showed a newscast about the sudden severity of the storm and how it was moving over the area quickly. As Orihime looked around, though, it felt as if she was already in an oasis. The sleekest sports cars, the toughest trucks, the most advanced motorcycles... The best of the best were all around her, glittering in metal flake paint and chrome, in spinner hubcaps or classic models. There was a strange atmosphere around the place, a compelling one. It was almost electric.

Orihime nodded sheepishly to one of the salespeople. Trying to duck away from the odd looks, she maneuvered into the back door in search of a bathroom to dry off in. The doors led to the garage behind the dealership. It was the end of the day, only a couple sales representatives were present when she found something packed at the back. It was a motorcycle, unlike anything she had ever seen before. It was as long as a small car, with a thick tire on the front and on the back. The bike was oddly white with different black chrome decorations, and the engine sat low covering most of the bike along the four exhaust pipes raising at the back.

The sopping wet young girl looked around almost guiltily before walking up to the bike and running a hand down its side. She shivered as if a chill had run down her spine. In reality, it was due to her body losing heat at a rapid rate due to being so drenched. Still, she raised a leg over the side and straddled the beast hesitantly. It felt right, very right... and also very expensive. Orihime could feel the massive engine beating underneath her - throbbing, aching to be turned on. Still, she could dream, couldn't she? She had no interests in motorcycles before but this was different.

Balancing the bike between her legs, Orihime leaned forward and grabbed the foot-long handlebars. The handlewars had the shapes of black daggers, and her hands would also rest on the daggers stretching outwards. She had to stretch, having her chest touching the white metal frame. However, she grunted in shock as a tall figure crushed a sword on her belly, crushing in the middle.

"Ahg..." Orihime moaned as she was bleeding onto the bike, but the blood was just being absorbed by the fissures.

Orihime looked around and she saw a mild-featured man with brown scholarly hair enhanced by square glasses, along with soft brown eyes. He was dressed in a black attire. Orihime attempted to detatched her hand from the handles, but it was useless. The man smirked.

Thick viscous black liquid began to leak out from the dashboard, it was shining in the light. It drizzled down, filling in the countless veins, swirling about. The massive ooze wrapped around her wrist, coiling together, pulling her back against the gas tank. Orihime was rather surprised at how much like silk it felt. Despite being 'liquid' it didn't feel wet and caressed her digits, it flowed like a syrup but was as firm as plastic. In moments, the substances covered up to her upper arm, as if she had a leather sleeve.

"I need to break free..." Orihime she whispered, and when she saw the mass coming beneath from the tank, a figure was forming.

The gas tank was forming pectorals and abs muscles, the muscles were gaining detail shape. She was about to scream out for help, but her eyes were glued to the bike below her. Metal from the bike leaked white metal goo and grabbed her ankles, pulled her legs further back, causing her body to lean closer to the bike. The white goo moved up her legs, climbing and sliding and flowing upwards. The tendrils made it past her knees and up her thighs.

"What are you doing to me?" she said, her voice a frightened whisper.

"I am simply awakening my rider," he said, the slime slithered up her thighs.

The tentacles slithered moved upwards underneath her pants, tearing the clothes away until they reached the crotch of her panties. The silky texture against her flesh made her jump. The tendril pulled, ripping the thin fabric of her panties to shreds. The slime from her wrists some crept along her arms, and under the thin fabric of her blouse, jerking up sharply so the fabric ripped apart. She lay there, fully exposed, trapped in his icy grasp.

The icy coldness slime from the arms crept across her shoulders. Orihime arched her back when it slid over the top of her bra, wrapping around the lacy fabric and pulling down sharply, exposing both of her breasts to the cold rainy air. The tendrils slowly circled its way around her breasts, the very tip teasing her nipples to a hard nub. She squirmed harder and undulated her belly, bucking down at the sensation.

"Ahgg..." Orihime threw her head back and moaned at the sensation.

Instead of pulling away from the bike, she was now squirming as close to the engine. On some level she knew she should still be afraid of him. She didn't know who he was, or what he was doing to her. She no longer cared. The white substance was filling and covering her torso, starting with her belly. Her stomach flattened and re-shaped into a sexy, perfectly formed midsection, giving her a perfect hourglass figure. The tendrils on her breasts collected more flesh as her breasts swelled and became fuller and rounder as her waist slimmed slightly. Her torso were covered in white leather, stretching making it smoothly. Her hard nipples pressed and poked firmly against the outside of the smooth material.

"Blackheart," Orihime smirked in a new voice, so fiery and sensual her very words were raising the temperature of this old, damp cavern, "I'm your rider, I can feel it! My body vibrates with your presence, I feel you everywhere at once, and it's the most delightful feeling in the universe".

While her breasts were being treated so wonderfully, Orihime felt that familiar warmth on her inner thigh. She opened her eyes and looked down her body. The leather was finally going to cover the neglected place, it was absorbing the fluids. Orihime was distracted by a skull forming on her head, covering her skull from the back and taking in her ears before something pushed deep inside her. Down on her thigh, the tendrils created enough friction. She wanted to see what was going on at her crotch, but the skeleton consumed her human eyes, replacing them by a void. Darkness covered all of her environment, as she attempted to see once again she saw finally saw him.

"Rider," Blackheart appeared beneath her, his pectoral muscles were defined and his head was lying on the dashboard, from his head, there several black tendrils swirling around. Orihime hair began turning white until it fell off, sliding off from her leather covered body. "Do you remember me, Venganza?"

"Yes... Son of Mephisto, I am your rider, I am your consort," Orihime arched her back, biting her lips as her body spasmed, thoughts and visions of devouring the souls of those dead and living, to fill the void inside her and the one coming from her lover.

"There's my Rider, my little Venganza unleashed" he growled low in her mind.

With that thought, Orihime arched her head back and cried in ecstasy. She never felt anything so thick fill her so thoroughly. She moaned softly as she felt the organ throb inside her. The leather was covering finally what has been neglected. It accentuated her already impressive figure. Black chrome came off from her legs and against her chest, like rib bones protecting her large and defined breasts. Finally black chrome pieces grew on her arms forming sharp fins. Lastly, a black hump formed on her back to adapt her body to be more aerodynamic, it was creating more weight pushing her firmly against the bike.

"Agh..." Orihime moaned when then she twisted her wrists and the whole machine came to life, roaring a loud sound that made the store vibrate.

As she relaxed into the body of the bike, she noticed with a shiver of pleasure that the wide leather seat had shaped itself around her body, softening to her curves, holding her thighs and butt in a way that transmitted the vibrations to the sensitive areas between her legs. She leaned into it and felt a heavy shudder begin at her core, which rippled down her legs and tingled to her toes.

"What was that?" Orihime heard from inside the offices.

The motorcycle was off the farthest corner of the garage, when the employee reached the garage. He saw the white motorcycle roaring when suddenly, Orihime drove the machine towards him. Orihime was just by his side as she finally was able to detached her left hand from the handle bar, and grab the male employee by the neck. Orihime continued to drive the motorcycle until she reached the wall. The motorcycle lifted, balancing with the back wheel, as she squeezed from the side as pushed the man against the wall.

"Ahgg... You have a delicious sin," Orihime murmured as she was able to see the mortal's life, side by side, flashes through flashes.

Meanwhile he could only see how Orihime's nipples poked against the material, as the leather contoured her breast completely, squeezing it tightly. Orihime came closer, pushing her face towards his, inches away, when there was nothing else but to watch deeply into her void eyes. The darkness replayed every pain that he has ever inflicted on anyone else innocent in their lifetime, but it was deeper than that, it inflicted also the sins that others committed to him. The human was about to yell, but that was when Orihime kissed him, her tongue undulated and danced with his, claiming his soul. In moments, Orihime cut the kiss as the human was drained, his eyes were foggy, and his muscle mass declined. Orihime let the body fell as she felt the energy propagating in her body, as she moaned.

"Ahgg..." Orihime then felt a huge pain in her spine. The whole motorcycle collapsed on the side when suddenly Blackheart appeared from the dashboard.

"Your heart has something else, Rider, it is clouding your mind, it is stopping for consume fully!" the voice said, when Orihime knew...

"Ichigo..."

(To be continued?)