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12 Brides and a Strawberry

Chapter Fourteen

The Next Morning…

Squad One; Head-Captain's Office

A knock at the door interrupted the conversation inside Kyoraku's new office. The Head-Captain looked up and nodded at his second lieutenant, Okikiba. The older of his two lieutenants walked over to the door and opened it. Kyoraku's eye narrowed when he saw his visitor. "Lieutenant Kuchiki. What can I do for this morning? I would have thought you'd be preparing for Ichigo's wedding to Lady Yoruichi."

The raven-haired girl nervously stepped into the office, surprised to see her older brother, Byakuya, standing near the desk. She realized she'd interrupted a conversation between them and knew that this was a bad idea. But despite her reservations, she stepped forward. "In a bit, Head-Captain. But it's actually because of Ichigo that I'm here. I've…" She hesitated for a moment, glancing over to her brother before continuing. "Renji and I have been…deliberating about this situation and I've come to protest."

Folding his hands together, Kyoraku leaned forward. Rukia had feared that her commanding-in-chief would be upset that she would raise an objection but if anything his expression told her that he expected it. "Oh? It's a little late for that, Lieutenant Kuchiki. We've already got the ball rolling and Ichigo has made it clear that he's willing to commit to his brides."

"I'm aware, Head-Captain." The lieutenant paused to try to scramble for words to make a suitable argument. "I was as happy as everyone else when he and Orihime married. But…well…we're asking too much of him. Having him marry women who were his enemies…it's…it's insane!"

"I admit, when I sent out the invitations, I was caught off guard when the Fullbringer, the Queen of Hueco Mundo and three Stern Ritters, two of whom tried to kill him during the war, would all offer their hands in marriage. But this is not a forced marriage. Everyone sat down and decided to move forward with the proposal. Ichigo may have been…hesitant…" This time it was Kyoraku's turn to pause as he remembered Ichigo punching Kisuke shortly after being told the news. "…after being told, but he seems willing to give this a try."

"Yes but twelve brides?" Rukia stepped closer, her eyes constantly flitting over to her brother. "Two is pushing the bounds of credibility but…but…it's not exactly like he can file for divorce if this whole thing falls flat," she pointed out.

"We'll cross that bridge if it comes to it. But tell us something, Lieutenant, and you're free to speak your mind without repercussion: is this coming from you? Or from Lieutenant Abarai?" Kyoraku asked but he, his two lieutenants and Byakuya already knew the answer.

Rukia didn't even try to hide the truth. She slumped and let out a sigh. "Renji…"

"So he sent you here to try to convince me to end this rather than come here himself?" Kyoraku's eye narrowed and his expression soured.

"He felt…" Rukia took another sigh before standing up straight and dropping the act. "He's been acting like such an ass lately that he knew better than to come here in person to bitch like a baby."

For the first time, Byakuya spoke. "Rukia, you are in the presence of your commanding officer. Speak with more tact," he chided.

Kyoraku held up a hand to stop Byakuya. "No. I told her she could speak freely and I will allow her the courtesy. I'm well aware of Renji's feelings. I heard about that little incident between him and Ichigo when he was asked to be Ichigo's best man. Captain Muguruma told me that he even tried to get his lieutenant to side with him on the issue." Sitting back in his chair, Kyoraku took off his straw hat and set it down on the desk. "I won't invalidate Renji's feelings. He's right to be angry. The Quincies smashed the Seireitei up good and there's a lot of good people who should be here right now, but aren't because of them." His hands rubbed the arms of his chair, sadly remembering its last occupant. "And the Arrancars sided with a man who betrayed us so he could play at godhood. So for his young friend to have to marry not one but six of them, plus a Fullbringer who betrayed him…it's a tough ask of anyone. I'm certain that if I were in his shoes, I'd be plenty pissed."

A long silence filled the brief pause before Kyoraku looked back up. "But you, me, Nanao and Byakuya all know that sadly Renji is not exactly the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree. No disrespect to your lieutenant, Captain Kuchiki," he quickly added, glancing over to Byakuya.

"None taken, Head-Captain." Byakuya turned his eyes back to Rukia. "Renji is very capable but his biggest weakness is his failure to think before he acts."

"Correct. We'll handle the situation with him another time. We've a wedding to get through today, after all. But while we're on the subject of weddings…I must admit I was a little surprised when you didn't offer your hand in marriage. Forgive me if I'm the one who's speaking out of turn but I always thought there was something between you two. Jushiro and I kinda thought there was romance involved."

"Head-Captain!" This time it was Nanao's turn to interject, stepping forward to her captain's side. "Don't put words into her mouth!"

"I'm not, I'm not! But you can see where I'm coming from. How many people break into the afterlife and brave unknown odds? You can see how me and Jushiro might jump to some conclusions. When you learned that Orihime would be marrying him and not you, part of me was afraid you would be jealous."

"I wasn't upset at all, Head-Captain. Orihime is like a sister to me. I was happy to see her get married. But Renji…"

Kyoraku's eyebrow rose with curiosity. "Could it be that Renji is jealous of Ichigo?"

The question settled on everyone's minds. Nanao pushed her glasses up and frowned. "Head-Captain, I must remind you that Lady Yoruichi's wedding to Ichigo Kurosaki will begin shortly. As the one behind this polygamous marriage, it would not be acceptable if you were late, no matter how fashionably."

"A good point. We'll discuss this matter about Renji later. I suspect I'll have to have a sit down with the man myself. You're dismissed, Lieutenant Kuchiki."

Rukia bowed and promptly left the office, Kyoraku's words weighing heavily on her mind. After the girl left and the door closed, Nanao scowled at her captain. "Head-Captain, that was incredibly inappropriate! Are you trying to drive a wedge between Lieutenant Abarai and Kuchiki?"

"I agree with Lieutenant Ise." Byakuya's icy glare became focused intently on his superior. While Kyoraku may outrank him, he wasn't going to be silent when it came to matters about Rukia. Not again. Byakuya knew Kyoraku long enough to know he was a crafty man and didn't want his sister dragged into this mess. "I have held my tongue on the matter regarding Ichigo's polygamous marriage but if you've designs for Rukia, there will be consequences."

"I assure you both, nothing of the sort even crossed my mind." Putting his straw hat back on, Kyoraku stood up out of his chair. "Anyway, we've a wedding to get to." Grabbing his pink kimono, he slipped it on. "But before you start imagining things again, let me ask you this, Byakuya: is your sister happy?"

The younger man had no real answer. By all accounts, the answer should be an obvious yes. His sister was now not only a respected Soul Reaper but was a respected acting-captain of her squad. She'd grown from the timid girl that Byakuya had found her and had even given her his acknowledgement. And yet…

"I don't know," he finally said.

Kyoraku said nothing, merely gesturing for his lieutenants to follow him as they headed to the Shihoin Clan. Byakuya shortly followed him out, wondering what they were going to do about Renji…

Meanwhile…
Shihoin Clan

While the guests began to arrive for the wedding, the groom was busy getting ready in a back room, dressed in a magnificent black robe with the Shiba Clan's emblem on the back. "Sheesh, and I thought Byakuya's robe was bulky. How can anyone wear this stuff?"

After arriving at the manor in the morning, Ichigo had been whisked away by the servants to get ready, Yoruichi going up to her room to get ready too. After fitting him in a robe provided by Kukaku and Ganju, the servants informed Ichigo to wait in the room until everything was ready.

Ichigo had assumed after going through his first wedding with Orihime that he wouldn't have butterflies in his stomach anymore. But if anything, the waiting only made it worse. Plus, judging from the looks Rangiku and Mashiro gave him when he arrived, he had a feeling Yoruichi had something planned for their wedding night and it wasn't going to be gentle…

Pacing back and forth, he kept looking at the clock. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when he heard a voice behind him; it was a voice Ichigo thought he'd never hear again.

"Why so nervous, Niño? A wedding should be the happiest day of your life."

Spinning around, Ichigo's eyes widened and his jaw hung wide when he saw a familiar face staring back at him, standing in the doorway. "Dordoni?!"

Laughing jovially, the Privaron Espada stepped into the room. "Long time, no see, Niño! But I guess I can't call you that anymore. Goodness, Ichigo. Is it true that you're marrying twelve different women?" His laughter grew when Ichigo awkwardly nodded. "Twelve women! Did you hear me call you Niño and go 'Hold my tequila'?"

Ichigo stood there in a state of shock. He remembered the last time he saw Dordoni and could feel his spiritual pressure fade as he was killed. "But…how are you here? And…" His eyes finally noticed the myriad of stitches all along the Arrancar's face and hands. "What's with the stitches? You look like…" The words died in his mouth as he recalled what they reminded him of; or rather who they reminded him of: Candice and Meninas. "You were brought back by Mayuri?"

"You catch on quick, Ichigo. I'm glad you were able to escape before that squad of morons executed you. I gave my life to keep them from pursuing you," Dordoni said with a solemn look on his face, although he seemed more than happy that his sacrifice paid off. "Afterwards, my body was taken by Szayelapporo and then appropriated again by that whacko scientist of yours who brought me back as part of his Corpse Unit."

'I see…" Ichigo gave Dordoni a smile. "I never got to thank you for what you did for me."

"Think nothing of it, Ichigo. You were willing to expend energy you were saving for tougher fights on me just to soothe my pride." Dordoni put his hands on Ichigo's shoulders. "But enough about the past. Today is a special day! I must say, Ichigo, I recognize your bride from the fight with that snake, Tokinada. You've certainly got your hands full with her as your Esposa. I-"

Dordoni didn't get to finish his sentence. A burst of electricity erupted from the Arrancar, making him yelp in pain. Ichigo jumped backwards in alarm, thinking they were under attack. He quickly scrambled to where his Zangetsu blades were resting against the wall and readied himself for an attack.

"Oh stop being so dramatic, Ichigo Kurosaki. It's just a little electric shock to get him to stop prattling on." Into the room stepped Mayuri Kurotsuchi, dressed in the golden headdress he wore before the second invasion along with his usual Shihakusho and Haori. The only sign that he was willing to dress formally was the small bow tie he had on that was barely noticeable. In his hands was a small device, his thumb on the button on top. When he took the thumb off of it, the electric bursts faded and Dordoni stopped rolling on the floor in pain. "I was generous enough to give you two minutes to talk to Ichigo Kurosaki. Time's up."

"Mayuri, you…" Ichigo clenched his teeth, hands balling in anger. He held a lot of respect for Dordoni after their battle and to see him be so brutally disrespected rankled him to the core. "How dare you do that to Dordoni!"

"Oh please, Ichigo Kurosaki. Save that sort of energy for your wedding night," Mayuri said dismissively. "You don't seem to understand the situation; but I'm willing to overlook your lack of foresight since having twelve different relationships can take its toll on one's ability to think," he said offhandedly before continuing. "Do not forget that it was because of my benevolence that your friend here came back to life in the first place. When the fool found out about your engagements, he continued to pester me for a chance to speak with you. I was gracious enough to allow him two minutes of free time but now he's testing the limits of my patients." Mayuri nudged Dordoni with the tip of his foot. "Get up, you."

"Rghh…" The revived Arrancar picked himself up off the floor. "Sometimes I wonder if I was better off in Szayelapporo's vault…" Dusting himself off, Dordoni turned back to Ichigo. "Well, Ichigo. I'll be seeing you. Hopefully this Payaso will give me some free time to say hello to you and Lady Nelliel. I still owe my successor an apology, after all."

Dordoni bowed and turned to leave the room. Mayuri shuffled to the side to let him through. Seeing the look on Ichigo's face, the scientist scowled. "I wouldn't think of demanding his release, Ichigo Kurosaki. I was courteous enough to relinquish the two Stern Ritters thanks to the deal our scheming new Head-Captain brokered with the Quincies but I assure you, my Arrancars are not up for negotiation," he warned. "And besides, you have more pressing concerns to worry about. Yoruichi Shihoin does not like to be kept waiting…"

With that, the captain turned around and left the room, leaving Ichigo were he stood. Taking a deep breath, Ichigo put his swords back against the wall. A female servant entered the room and bowed. "Lord Ichigo. It's time."

Nodding, Ichigo followed the servant out of the room, the butterflies returning to him as he headed for the wedding…

An Hour Later…

The Shihoin Clan had decided to hold the wedding in the gardens, beautiful roses adorning the decorations and structures. All of the captains were once again present, dressed in uniform alongside many of the nobility. Of Ichigo's brides, Rangiku and Mashiro were present along with Orihime and Tatsuki, the latter allowed into the Soul Society using the Soul Ticket Kyoraku gave her.

As a sign of respect and unity, Ichigo's Hollow brides were present, standing away from most of the nobles while wearing beautiful dresses. The three Quincy brides were a noticeable absent but Kyoraku understood that their presence might complicate things; Renji wasn't the only one with bitter feelings towards the Stern Ritters, after all.

Everyone stood and bowed as the bride and groom walked together. Ichigo nervously walked beside his blushing bride, offering her his arm as they walked together. Yoruichi wore a beautiful kimono so white, it looked like it'd been woven from mountaintop snow. A white hood covered her head, her hair braided with golden ties and styled in twin braids. Everyone had to give Uryu props for his workmanship.

Standing at the altar was a priest to officiate the wedding. To his left stood Byakuya, dressed in a regal robe and Kyoraku. On his right side was Yushiro along with Kisuke, dressed in a fine robe of his own and missing his signature hat. As they approached, Ichigo noticed a mixed look of joy and sadness in Kisuke's eyes. He had a feeling he knew where the sadness was coming from and made a mental note to sit down and have a heart to heart with Kisuke. His father was absent from the wedding but Isshin explained that he didn't want to ruffle too many feathers with an appearance; not many people were aware he was still alive and he didn't want to give his son any more headaches than he already gave.

As soon as they reached the altar, the priest officiating the ceremony rang a chime to signal the beginning of the ceremony. After speaking for a minute celebrating their union, the priest produced two small sake cups. Pouring ceremonial sake into one, he handed it to Ichigo. Nodding, Ichigo brought the cup to his lips, swallowing half of the alcohol. The taste of liquor was bitter and unpleasant on Ichigo's tongue but he did his best to swallow it down without gagging. He brought his cup to Yoruichi's lips, his bride drinking the sake without issue. The priest poured more sake into a second cup and handed it to Yoruichi, who repeated the ritual but in reverse. Finally, the priest poured more sake into both of their cups and they brought their cups to each other's lips one more time, drinking their cups completely.

The priest, a tall bald man, took the cups from them and handed them off to an assistant who took the cups and sake away. Opening a book, the priest turned to Ichigo. "Lad, repeat after me."

"This woman, I marry. In sickness and in health, I will love this woman. I will respect her, console her, help her and love her until death. I will protect our fidelity with all my heart. This I vow."

Once Ichigo finished his vows, Yoruichi took her turn, saying the same lines save for the first with "This man, I marry."

After the vows had been said, Ichigo reached into the folds of his robe a produced a silver wedding ring, engraved with his and Yoruichi's name and a beautiful topaz embedded that shined like gold in the morning sun. Taking Yoruichi's hand, he slipped it on her finger. Yoruichi never smiled as happily as she was bonded to Ichigo, her heart beating fast as she stared into his eyes.

Yoruichi, however, produced no ring. When discussing their weddings, the brides all unanimously agreed that Ichigo having twelve wedding rings was excessive; Tatsuki's biggest demand was that Ichigo only wear the band Orihime gave him. Orihime suggested a bracelet for each of them but the others objected saying that twelve bracelets would be even more excessive. They batted around several ideas for what to give him before Sung-Sun brought up the idea of a tattoo. After some more back and forth, they refined the idea down to combine Sung-Sun and Orihime's ideas together. .

Ichigo pulled back his sleeve and offered his bride his arm once again. Holding up a finger, Yoruichi filled the tip with her spirit energy and pressed it against his wrist. Gently so not to hurt her new husband, the bride ran her finger across Ichigo's skin, turning his arm as she went, embedding her spirit energy into Ichigo's very skin. By the time she finished, Ichigo was sporting a purple band on his arm, his matrimony to Yoruichi forever etched into him.

Once Ichigo pushed his sleeve back down, the priest nodded in satisfaction. He clapped his hands loudly and smiled happily at the couple. "Then in the name of the Soul King, I proclaim you as husband and wife." Both Ichigo and Yoruichi awkwardly glanced at each other since they both knew the truth about the Soul King, but stayed quiet. "Truly this is a joyous day! Ichigo, you may now kiss the bride."

But no sooner did the words leave the priest's mouth, Yoruichi wrapped his arms around her husband and pulled him into a deep kiss. The crowd cheered, Ikkaku and Iba whistling while the girls all blushed at Yoruichi's boldness. The ceremonial sake was still heavy on both of their lips, Yoruichi making the kiss lasting quite a while before she pulled away. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that," she said with a chuckle.

Yushiro stepped forward and hugged his sister, tears in his eyes. He looked over at Ichigo and gave him a reluctant handshake. "I guess we're brothers. The honor is mine, Ichigo Kurosaki." He'd mulled over Yoruichi's words the night before and had begrudgingly come around to the idea of Ichigo as a brother-in-law.

"Now then…" Yoruichi threw her arms up and grinned. "Time to party!" When the crowd started cheering, she pulled Ichigo away from her younger brother and walked down the aisle with him, leading both Ichigo and the crowd to the banquet hall…

Hours later…

By the first hour of the party, Soi-Fon was already drunk. Now she was on the verge of getting plastered.

She stood away from the throngs of guests, a drink in hand. Her comrades in the squads all knew to leave her alone for now, not wanting to poke the angry hornet. She took a swig of her drink, adding to her buzz while letting a few tears fall down her face. To see Yoruichi get married…she didn't know what to think.

After her initial outburst, Soi-Fon had withheld her protests once Yoruichi sat her down to explain the situation. But just because Soi-Fon understood the circumstances doesn't mean she liked them.

Like Yushiro, Soi-Fon didn't think Ichigo Kurosaki was worthy of taking Yoruichi as his wife. But then again, Yoruichi was like a goddess to her. For her to be chained to anyone in holy matrimony was unbelievable to her.

With all the liquor coursing through her, Soi-Fon had half a mind to go and punch Ichigo in the face, consequences be damned. First him, then Kisuke Urahara for good measure for his part in setting up this insane marriage deal.

Before she could act on her drunken thoughts, a hand touched her shoulder. "Are you alright, Soi-Fon? You've barely said a word all day."

Soi-Fon was so lost in drunken thought that she almost jumped out of her skin. "L-Lady Yoruichi!" she sputtered, jolting back to reality and almost spilling her drink. "I…oh…I guess…um…I should call you Lady Kurosaki now…" she said sadly.

"Aww! Don't be like that, Soi-Fon. Even if I've got a ring on my finger, it's still me." Knowing full well what her protégé was thinking, she pulled her friend into a warm hug. "Just like you'll always still be my Little Bee."

Fighting back tears, Soi-Fon pressed her head into Yoruichi's shoulder. The tears started flowing as her feelings gushed out of her. "I know. I know that this was your decision. Not mine. I know that I have a duty as a Soul Reaper to respect what you're doing. But…but I…I don't know if I could ever let you go…" she sobbed.

Patting her head, Yoruichi put a finger under Soi-FOn's chin and tilted her head up. With her teary eyes, Yoruichi was reminded of Soi-Fon when she was younger and more cheerful. The married Shihoin kissed her Little Bee's forehead, patting her on the head. "I know. I should have sat down and talked it over with you beforehand. But I'm happy."

Wiping the tears out of her eyes, Soi-Fon regained her composure. "If you're happy, Lady Yoruichi…then I'm happy too."

Hugging her again, the married woman gestured to an empty table. "Why don't you go sit down and rest a spell? I'll have one of the servants bring you a glass of water. I know you can't really handle booze so it's best you stop now before something bad happens."

Nodding, Soi-Fon hugged her back. "Thank you, Lady Yoruichi. Um…congratulations on your wedding…" she said sheepishly, her eyes glancing over at Ichigo talking to Ikkaku and Yumichika. She knew what followed the wedding and the after party…

Reading Soi-Fon's mind, Yoruichi smirked. "You know, Soi-Fon…if you ever want to make sure Ichigo treats me well…" She whispered into her protégé's ear. "You could join us in my bedroom…"

"L-LADY YORUICHI!" squealed the captain, her voice catching the attention of everyone nearby. Blushing madly, she turned away and headed for the nearest table with wobbly legs, the remark sobering her up rather quickly.

Giggling, Yoruichi watched her walk away. "Ahh, never change, Soi-Fon. Never change. But…" Yoruichi's eyes turned to her husband and smiled.

She'd waited long enough.

The conversation between the three men was interrupted when Yoruichi came up from behind and put a hand on Ichigo's shoulder. "Ichigo, this party is kinda getting me tired. Why don't we head up to our bedroom and relax?"

Despite always being seen as thick headed, Ikkaku and Yumichika immediately knew that Ichigo was going to be busy. "Well, we'll let you two…erm…rest. C'mon. Let's go hit the bar." Bowing in respect to Yoruichi and her new husband, the fighters left.

Once the two men were gone, Yoruichi slipped an arm around Ichigo's shoulder, giving him a wink. Gulping, Ichigo let his second wife lead him away from the party, most of the nobles bowing in respect as they passed. "Tired?" Yoruichi asked once they were asked of earshot. "Also, why did I hear shouting before the wedding?"

"Oh, I just ran into an old friend. Although I wasn't aware they were hooked up to one of Mayuri's torture devices…" Ichigo said, thinking of Dordoni.

Yoruichi knew about the Corpse Squad and nodded. She had withheld telling Ichigo about it since he already had enough to deal with and she didn't want him to worry about Dordoni's fate. "We'll find a way to get him free of Mayuri. Don't worry."

Walking up the stairs, Yoruichi led her husband to her bedroom, now their bedroom. Opening the door, the wife ushered Ichigo into her room before closing the door behind her, locking it with a quiet click.

Exhausted from everything that happened today, Ichigo sat down on the edge of the bed, loosening the sash to his robe and letting his skin breathe a little. Pulling down the hood to her bridal robe, Yoruichi sat down next to him, laying her head on his shoulder. The couple sat in a comfort silence before the wife spoke. "How are you holding up? I thought Kenpachi was going to attack you during his best man's speech," she said with a chuckle.

"Don't remind me. I was ready to jump out the window at a moment's notice…" Turning his head, Ichigo shared a kiss with his wife. The kiss was soft, sweet and pleasant, making the woman smile into her husband's lips, which Yoruichi took a sign to get this party started.

"Here, let's get you out of that ridiculous robe." Standing Ichigo up, Yoruichi helped him out of the Shiba ceremonial robe, her eyes staring hungrily at his toned abs once his top half was undressed. "That's better. So, Ichigo, I think it's time you finally took some responsibility."

"Responsibility for what?" Ichigo yelped when Yoruichi suddenly pushed him onto the bed, the boy landing on his back while Yoruichi quickly undid the ties to her wedding robe.

"You've made me wait multiple weeks, forced me to listen to the other girls brag about fucking you, had me watch as Orihime got first dibs at married sex with you. Well…" Yoruichi grinned from ear to ear as she let her robe fall to the ground.

Ichigo was given the best eye candy in the Soul Society. "You were wearing that under your wedding dress?"

"I came prepared," grinned the erotic werecat. "I was waiting all day for this."

Standing before her husband, Yoruichi showed off her white lingerie. She wore white gloves and stockings, the latter clipped to a belt that hung above her panties. But the garments that covered her naughty parts could barely classify as underwear. Her bra was a transparent, hugging her heavy breasts with her dark nipples poking through the micro-thin fabric. Her panties didn't cover her womanhood at all. The panties were split in the middle to expose her pussy and asshole.

"How do you like it? I picked it out just for you. I may not be a blossoming flower like Orihime or have the biggest tits in all of Soul Society like Rangiku, but I think I've got a body that'll satisfy my horny husband." She spun around, giving the Substitute a good look at her glorious ass. Standing over Ichigo, her hands quickly made short work of the sash to his Hakama and pulled his pants and underwear down. "And from the looks of it, this little guy agrees." Her golden eyes lit up when she saw Ichigo's raging boner. "Good to know you didn't lose any steam getting hitched to Orihime."

A soft gasp escaped Ichigo when the feel of satin surrounded his cock. Yoruichi knelt down in front of her husband and jerked him off with her hand, grinning from ear to ear as his huge girth pulsed in her deft hands.

She decided to do more than just get him off with a simple handjob, however, and changed tactic. Deeming her transparent bra to be useless, Yoruichi reached behind her and unclipped it, sliding it down her shoulders. Giving her aroused husband a wink, Yoruichi revealed her bare breasts and let her bra drop to the floor. Ichigo's eyes became glued to her heavy breasts, sweat making them glisten in the room's soft light.

Cupping her impressive melons, Yoruichi wedged her husband's cock between her tits. "Oooh, it's so warm. My tits…" purred the horny werecat as she squeezed her titties together, trapping Ichigo's manhood in a soft prison of breasts. "They feel like they're going to melt."

But it was Ichigo who thought he was going to melt. After being confined in that bulky, sweaty robe and pants all day, feeling Yoruichi's breasts rub his long shaft and squeeze him was absolute heaven. "Nghhh! Yoruichi…" His cock throbbed in its new prison, pre-cum leaking heavily out of his thick tip.

Spying the treat poking out of her tits, Yoruichi pulled her breasts away from his cock for a minute to wrap her lips around it. The sweaty taste of his cock mixed with his pre-cum, making Yoruichi's head spin as she bobbed her head up and down. The young man's pre-cum coated her tongue while she took him into her inch by inch. One hand crept down to handle his balls, gently fondling her new husband's tender sac. Her free hand traveled down her front until it reached her pussy, gently rubbing her slim digits against her dripping folds to heighten her arousal.

"Ohhh..." Ichigo's head rolled back, his body tensing from the suction that was Yoruichi's mouth. Looking down, he locked eyes with Yoruichi while she stuffed his cock into her mouth. He felt his tip hit the back of her throat, only for the werecat to relax herself to let him slide down even further. Feeling her throat wrap around his shaft pushed Ichigo near his limit. He was close, so very close…

But before he could give kitty her milk, Ichigo sat up and put his hands on her shoulders, gently pulling her mouth away from his cock to let her get some air. While she panted for breath and wiped the saliva from her chin, Ichigo smiled down at her. Scooting back on the bed, Ichigo gestured to his second wife. "Climb on top of me," he said.

"Meow…" purred Yoruichi with a grin, knowing what Ichigo had in mind. Crawling onto the bed, the lingerie-clad woman dragged her tits across his naked front as she made her way up, purring from the heat in her nipples as her hardened nubs dug into his hot, sweaty skin. Reaching Ichigo's face, Yoruichi cupped his cheeks with her gloved hands before planting a deep kiss on his lips before sitting up, straddling his lap. Lifting her hips, she turned around and promptly planted her ass right on Ichigo's face, smothering him with her cooch.

Ichigo went right to work, his tongue digging in on Yoruichi's wet honeypot. His hands went straight to her supple ass, fingers sinking into her soft cheeks while he ate out his wife. Yoruichi let out a deep moan from feeling her husband tongue her pussy before returning to stuffing his cock down her gullet. Gripping his strong thighs, Yoruichi bobbed her head up and down, moaning into his cock. Every time her head pulled back, her tongue licked his tip to get more of his pre-cum, her horny body eager to taste her husband's cum for the first time.

The newly married couple eagerly pleasured each other, getting each other off 69-style. Ichigo's tongue wormed into her pussy. He earned a moan from Yoruichi when his hand started to smack her ass before squeezing it with his hard grip.

Ichigo moaned into his wife's snatch before giving her what she wanted. Bucking his hips to shove the last few inches of his cock down her throat as he felt his balls tighten while in her gloved grasp. His cry of release was muffled by the pussy in his mouth. The slutty wife could feel her husband's manhood pulse in her mouth before she was given a thick dose of cum, Ichigo's hot seed shooting straight down her throat.

Pulling her head back, Yoruichi let Ichigo fill her mouth up with cum, letting the taste of his seed settle on her tongue before giving a thick swallow. Ichigo continued to moan in his wife's snatch as he unloaded his balls into her hungry mouth.

Once the boy was finished, Yoruichi pulled her mouth away from his cock and licked her cum-stained lips. "Mmmmh, that was delicious," she purred. Her smile returned when she saw her husband still erect. "Hard as a rock, eh? Good. That means I can save my vitality elixirs for later."

As she rolled off of her husband's face, Ichigo sat up and wiped his face clean. "Vitality elixirs?'

"Oh, I have had plenty of time to prepare for my wedding night," said the woman, reaching underneath their bed and pulling out a large chest. Opening it, she showed that it was full of bottles. "But the one I was waiting to use was this." REching into the chest, she pulled out a black bottle.

"What's in there?" His sense of caution was raised when he saw the black bottle had the cartoony face of Kisuke etched in gold on the side. "Kisuke made that."

Nodding, Yoruichi looked at the chibi Kisuke's face with a smile for a moment. "Yeah. I asked him to make this for my wedding night. Let's just hope he didn't make a mistake." Uncorking the bottle, Yoruichi took a whiff of its contents and made a face. "Eck! Don't know why Kisuke couldn't make this smell any better. Hopefully it tastes better then it reeks."

Before Ichigo could try to talk his second wife out of it, Yoruichi brought the bottle to her lips and drank Kisuke's potion. The woman took gulp after gulp of the elixir, drinking it down the last drop. As soon as she finished, she took the empty bottle and tossed it into a trashcan before wiping her lips with her arm, staining her glove with it. "Whew! Gonna have to talk about Kisuke about that. He'd make a great doctor with how bad that tasted."

"What did you drink, Yoruichi?" asked a concerned Ichigo.

Yoruichi turned answer her husband, but her words died in her mouth when she felt the potion kick in. "Ooh! It tingles!"

Standing on her knees, Yoruichi leaned back and ran a hand down her naked stomach, every cell in her body coming alive with ecstasy. For a moment, Ichigo became confused by what the potion actually did.

Then Yoruichi suddenly erupted with white lightning, blinding her husband.

Covering his eyes with his hands, Ichigo yelped for a moment before the blinding wall of white faded. When the Substitute's vision returned to him, he stared at his wife with his jaw hanging low. "Y-Yoruichi? What…what is this?"

Standing on her knees before Ichigo was a Yoruichi transformed. Her white lingerie had been blasted to oblivion by the white lightning that caused her metamorphosis, leaving her in the nude. Her form looked like a hybrid of her Shunko and her cat form. An aura of white lightning covered her arms and legs up to her thighs, giving them a clawed feline appearance. The aura restyled her hair to shape into cat ears while a black tail swished happily behind her.

Looking down at her husband with a grin, the electric Flash Goddess chuckled. "Well, now I can't complain about how bad it tasted when I consider the results. This is my Shunryū Kokubyō Senki form. I normally hate this form since I lose my mind and become more feline but Kisuke's potion let me achieve a facsimile of my full form with only one percent of my spirit energy. And because it's just a facsimile I keep my mind. Since it's our wedding night, I wanted it to be extra special and to reward you for putting up with my annoying brother." Cupping her breast with her glowing hand, Yoruichi smirked at her stunned husband. "Do you like my gift?"

Ichigo didn't need to give an answer. The erect cock standing at attention from the sight of his erotic wedding gift said more than any word he could say. Sitting up, he wrapped an arm around his wife and pulled her into his lap. Husband and wife met in another sloppy kiss. Running a hand through her purple hair, Ichigo felt a sensation run up his spine as he came into contact with lightning-covered tongue. Yoruichi lightly dragged her claws up his back before wrapping her arms around her husband's shoulders. Pressing her large tits into his hard chest, Yoruichi settled herself on his lap and lifted her lips, Ichigo guiding his cock until it was lined up perfectly with her awaiting snatch.

Yoruichi had waited so long for this moment and wasn't going to wait one second longer. Preparing herself, Yoruichi slammed herself down onto her husband's cock, bottoming out her pussy all in one go. "Oh fuck!" Her eyes widened, sparks literally flying off her body as her womanhood was claimed.

"You okay?" Ichigo asked in between grunts. Yoruichi's athleticism and lack of a sex life in the past one hundred years had made her incredibly tight, her walls choking his cock as it gripped him in a hot, wet vice.

The answer Yoruichi gave started with a wide grin. "Never better! Oh god, you're so big! This was definitely worth the wait!" Pushing Ichigo back down onto his back, the lightning werecat kept her paws on his stomach to keep him pinned before she moved her hips, slamming herself up and down on his cock. Her breasts jiggled with every motion, hypnotically bouncing up and down as she rode him like a stallion.

Thankfully for them both, Kisuke had replaced Yoruichi's original bed with one specially reinforced after doing some "field testing" with Meninas and Mashiro so Yoruichi was able to go all out, riding her husband like it was the last day of her life and she was going to enjoy every second of it. Ichigo's hands went to her hips, feeling her ass clap against his strong hips rapidly while her honeypot swallowed his cock again and again. "Ngh! Ah! Yes! Yes! Oh god yes!" moaned Yoruichi each and every time she filled her pussy, sweat pouring down her back as she bounced wildly. "Oh fuck! Ah!"

"Ngh! Yoruichi!" grunted Ichigo, looking up at the goddess on his lap and locking eyes with her.

Laying down on her husband's chest, Yoruichi cupped his face. "Look at me…when you come. I want to look at you…when I come," she moaned into his face. Ichigo's hands snaked down to cup her bubble butt. Yoruichi howled as Ichigo began to thrust up into her tight cunt, her whole body shaking as she felt the full force of his hips go to work. Hugging Ichigo tightly, the werecat cried out in ecstasy. "Yes! Yes! I'm coming! Oh fuck! I'm gonna come! Ah!" Looking straight into Ichigo's eyes, the werecat felt her body succumb to the pleasure. "I'm coming!"

Just the sight of Yoruichi's face twisting with pleasure was enough to get Ichigo to join her. Staring back into her golden eyes, Ichigo gave a few more grunts, his hips moving as fast as they could go before he finally reached his peak. Grunting into Yoruichi's face, Ichigo emptied his balls into her pussy, pumping her full of hot cum.

A lewd smile spread across Yoruichi's lips while a wet warmth flooded her womanhood, her womb filling up with hot baby batter. While she was on birth control, she had to wonder what would happen if she gave birth in this form. 'Soi-Fon would really lose it if I suddenly gave birth to a whole litter of human/kitty hybrids.'

Stowing the idea for later, Yoruichi leaned down and kissed her husband, their lips locking while they made out, their loins still connected and white cum leaking out of her plugged pussy. Yoruichi's tail swished back and forth with delight.

Rolling over, Ichigo pulled out of his wife and sat up. Gripping her soft, aura-covered thighs, Ichigo flipped Yoruichi onto her hands and knees. "Ooooh! Are we about to do it kitty style?" snickered the woman with a grin.

"I had a feeling it was your favorite position," chuckled Ichigo before lining his cock up with her entrance again.

"You assumed correctly. Go ahead, Ichigo…I've been a bad kitty. I deserved to be punished." Yoruichi wiggled her rump, her tail tickling Ichigo's chest.

Palming the werecat's plump cheeks, Ichigo decided to go all out and slammed back into his second wife. "OH FUCK!" Yoruichi's eyes bulged when a huge cock began to ramrod her pussy, her husband pounded her from behind with all his might. "Ichigo! FUCK! SO GOOD!" Pulling a pillow towards her, the werecat hugged it tightly while smiling in bliss. Her husband was being so forceful but it felt so good. Her clawed toes curled from the pleasure while her ass rippled each time their bodies smashed together. "Fuck! Harder! Faster!"

Eyeing her tail, Ichigo gripped the base of her black appendage and squeezed. Yoruichi threw her head back and let out a very feline moan, Ichigo obviously finding her sweet spot. Continuing to squeeze her kitty tail, Ichigo brought his hand down on her juicy ass, marking her dark cheek with a red handprint.

The bed banged against the wall, Yoruichi thankfully making sure her room could withstand such lovemaking without breaking everything or letting the whole mansion hear them. Ichigo continued to tame his kitty for what felt like hours. Sweat rolled down his body as he stared down at Yoruichi's ass, watching it shake and jiggle while he fucked her into the bed, Yoruichi's ass sticking up as she clung to her pillow.

"NGH! Ah! OHH! I'M COMING! FUCK! I'M COMING!" screamed Yoruichi into her pillow. Her pussy squeezed the cock wedged inside her while she squirted, soaking Ichigo's hips. Leaning down, Ichigo pressed himself against her bed, pinning her against the bed.

"I'M…COMING!" Grunting like a beast, Ichigo came again, his body glued to hers while he emptied his sac into her once again. Yoruichi moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head; truly she felt like she was in heaven.

Pulling out of his wife, Ichigo laid down beside her and cuddled with the lightning babe. "Mrrrow…." Yoruichi buried her face in Ichigo's neck and purred softly, feeling his hand run through her hair gently. Finally she looked up and smiled. "I'm so happy, Ichigo. I'm glad you're my husband." If there was any man she could truly love, Ichigo was the one.

"And I'm glad I have you for a wife. You mean so much to me."

Husband and wife shared another tender kiss, their sweaty bodies cooling down for the moment before Ichigo's curiosity got the better of him. "So, what other elixirs did Kisuke give you?" he asked.

Grinning, Yoruichi pulled herself away from the Substitute and reached down to pull out a pink bottle from the chest. "I'm glad you asked, dear husband. Because we aren't leaving this room until we've gone through each and every last bottle!"

Ichigo gulped. He hoped he survived his honeymoon with Yoruichi long enough to make it to his next one…

Meanwhile…

While Ichigo and his new wife were busy enjoying their honeymoon, another couple was busy making the beast with two backs. Although….

"Ngh! Ow! Nghhh! R-Renji!"

Like Yoruichi, Rukia was on all fours while her boyfriend pounded her from behind. But unlike Yoruichi, the young woman was not one for rough, bestial fucking. She grimaced in pain and dug her nails into the sheets, tearing them while trying to endure the pain. "R-Renji! You're being too hard!"

Her words fell on deaf ears. Renji grunted hard as he ruthlessly fucked his girlfriend, a look of anger on his face.

After coming back to Rukia's quarters after leaving the wedding reception, Rukia had thought a little lovemaking would be just what Renji needed to take his mind off of his grudge for Ichigo and to let go of his troubles. But if anything, it only caused him to take his anger out on Rukia in the bedroom.

The pain soon became too much for Rukia. Renji had skipped the foreplay and had gone straight to fucking her from behind. But Rukia had not gotten aroused enough and her pussy wasn't wet enough for easy penetration. As a result, Renji was now sawing in and out of her raw pussy and instead of getting turned on, Rukia could do nothing but groan in pain. With him slamming hard against her cervix, the pain took its toll until Rukia could take no more.

"ENOUGH!"

Screaming at the top of her lungs, Rukia stopped Renji by kicking him in his side, knocking him out of her aching pussy and off the bed.

"Yow! Rukia! What the hell?" shouted an irate Renji.

"You fucking jerk! Haven't you heard of being gentle?!" Rukia cringed, her pussy aching in pain and looking beat up. She knew she was going to be sore tomorrow. "I don't know what the fuck has crawled up your ass but I'm not putting up with your bullshit!"

"My bullshit! You're the one who suggested we have sex!"

Sitting up, Rukia glared. "I thought we'd make love. Not you trying and split me in two!"

Renji stood up and glared back at his girlfriend. "Oh what, you want me to fuck you-" He stopped himself from finishing and looked away, clenching his teeth in anger.

Rukia didn't need to hear the end of his sentence to know what it was. 'Fuck me like Ichigo would?' "Renji, what the hell has gotten into you?"

"I…I…" His hands balling into fists, the redhead simply grabbed his clothes, throwing them on. Without another word he left Rukia's quarters, slamming the door behind him and leaving the Squad Thirteen barracks.

Throwing herself back onto the bed, Rukia let the tears fall. She didn't understand why this was happening. After all she'd went through, all she'd accomplished, she should be happy. But she wasn't. Sniffling, Rukia buried her face in her pillow and cried.

'I wish you would make love to me like I know Ichigo would…'

To be continued