A.N.: This story was commissioned by Anonymous. Please see my bio page if you're interested in having a commission written. Apologies for the lack of an omake last chapter; it ended on kind of a downer so both me and the person commissioning the story felt that a comedic omake would be inappropriate. Not to worry as this won't be a trend going forward. Since I didn't give you an omake last chapter, this one will give you two.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

Warning: Lemon!

12 Brides and Strawberry

Chapter Fifteen

Days later…

Karakura High

Closing the door to his locker, Ichigo grabbed his bag and readied himself to return to the mansion. He'd returned home from his honeymoon with Yoruichi and was grateful to go back to some semblance of normalcy…at least until he had to get married again.

"At least my body doesn't feel sticky anymore after Yoruichi put all those oils on me…" Ichigo brought his arm up to his nose and sniffed himself. "Still smell of lavender…"

Once he left the school and made sure nobody was around, he reached under his collar and pulled out a silver chain necklace. Hanging from it was his gold wedding ring, the one that symbolized his marriage to Orihime. Taking it off the chain, Ichigo slipped it on and smiled. His hand went to his right arm, where the purple band was tattooed into his skin. His arm still tingled from Yoruichi's spirit energy marking him as her husband. 'Definitely going to need to wear some arm sleeves in the summertime. Otherwise I'm going to have to explain the rainbow bands on my arm…'

Beside him walked his three human brides. Orihime hummed happily as she walked beside her husband, as joyful as a jaybird. Tatsuki walked beside Orihime, looking down at her phone to text her parents, telling her that she'd be late coming home since she was studying with Orihime. While she did have a room at the mansion, she more or less only visited briefly to check on Ichigo and Orihime.

Riruka scowled, huffing while lugging her backpack. "God, I forgot just how tiring school is. My head hurts…" whined the Fullbringer. "Ughhh…"

Tatsuki turned her head. "Right, you've got a lot of remedial classes to do, don't you?"

"Yeah…" The magenta-haired girl slumped and sighed. "And what's worse, these school uniforms aren't cute at all. Why can't your school drop the dress code and let us wear something better? Or at least let us modify our stupid uniforms. Gray is not a good look for me," she pouted.

Riruka had been in a constant huff since she started attending Karakura High School to join her husband-to-be and fellow brides. Unfortunately for the Fullbringer, being on the run with Ginjo from the Soul Society and moving from place to place meant that she had little time to do any schoolwork. Thus, she had to take online classes over the weekend as well as spending her study hall period in remedial classes to try and catch up.

Even worse for her was P.E. class. All those days of snacking on donuts and sweets didn't exactly leave her physically fit…

Ichigo put a hand on her supportively. "It's alright, Riruka. You know Orihime and I are here to tutor you if you need it."

"I know…and I appreciate it." Riruka felt a little better from Ichigo's support, though the weight of her backpack still reminded her that she was going to need a lot of tutoring if she wanted to graduate with her future husband.

"Anyway, why don't we-"

Ding!

The four's conversation was interrupted when Ichigo's phone went off. Pulling it out, Ichigo saw that he had gotten a text from…

"Kensei?"

Confused, Ichigo opened up the message and saw what Kensei had sent him. "Mashiro is heading to Karakura Town for a date at the ice cream shop near Urahara's place. Don't make her wait." Before Ichigo even had the chance to reply, he got six other texts, all from the other Vizards. Each and every one of them had a similar message: that he was having a date with Mashiro at the ice cream shop and it was not in his best interest not to keep his Vizard bride waiting.

Hiyori's message especially put the fear into him. "You show up late and I'll stomp your face flat when you're asleep, Ichigo! Now go to the damn ice cream shop! Mashiro's waiting!"

The other girls looked at Ichigo's phone and saw his pale face. "You okay, Ichigo?" asked Tatsuki.

"…You know how sometimes you feel like you have absolutely zero control over your life?"

"Yeah?"

Pocketing the phone, Ichigo sighed before handing Orihime his backpack. "I've had that feeling nonstop ever since this started. Here. Put this in my room. I've got a date to catch."

Turning away from his three friends, Ichigo walked in the opposite direction towards the ice cream shop. "He really has it rough…" Riruka said out loud.

"Yep," lamented both Tatsuki and Orihime before the latter suddenly felt her own phone vibrate. "What, don't tell me those Vizards have got a date set up for you too?" asked Tatsuki comically.

Shaking her head, Orihime looked at the message and felt a little curious. "No, it's from Rangiku. She said that Rukia is at the mansion and wants to speak with the two of us."

"Rukia's here? I wonder why?" asked Riruka.

Tatsuki and Orihime looked at each other worriedly. "I'm afraid I think I have an idea why…"

Meanwhile…

Ice Cream Parlor

Ichigo hurried towards the ice cream shop, the threat of a Vizard beating weighing heavily on his mind. 'Definitely don't want another beating by Hiyori again. I just wish everyone would give me a head's up before they made decisions about my life.'

His Vizard bride was waiting patiently for him out in front of the ice cream shop, back in her Gigai. To his utter surprise, Mashiro wasn't wearing her usual white jumpsuit, orange scarf and goggles. Instead the Squad Nine co-lieutenant wore a modest blue sundress that went all the way down to her ankles, the Vizard standing in heels. "Hey, Mashiro. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long."

"Oh don't worry, Ichi-Berry!" The greenette was as chipper as always. "I only arrived two minutes ago. Sorry I didn't call ahead. Shinji and Kensei were rather adamant that you take me out on a date before we tied the knot."

"That figures. Anyway, where'd you get the dress? It's weird not seeing you in your usual outfit or your Shihakusho."

"Oh, this?" Mashiro looked down at her sundress and heels. "Lisa and Hiyori picked out this dress for me and Lisa loaned me her shoes. Not used to wearing heels though. But they said I should wear something nice when I go out on a date and not just go in my usual outfit." Mashiro spun around, doing a little twirl and making her sundress billow out around her. "How do you like it?"

Ichigo gave her an encouraging smile. "It's cute. You look good in a dress."

"Really?" Despite herself, Mashiro blushed from the compliment. "Well, I guess I'll have to buy some more to wear around the mansion then. But anyway, we're out on a date, right? So let's get some ice cream."

Nodding, Ichigo opened the door to the ice cream parlor for Mashiro, letting her enter first before following her into the shop to start their date together…

Meanwhile…

Sitting in the meeting room at the mansion, Rukia Kuchiki stared at her cup of tea. Across from her sat Orihime and Rangiku. The lieutenant had not said much since she'd arrived, downing cup after cup of tea that Askin made while waiting for Orihime to get here.

Already the orangette and strawberry blonde knew that Rukia was not doing well. The bags under her eyes and her unkempt hair told the two that she hadn't gotten much sleep. The girls waited patiently for Rukia to open up on her own.

Finishing her cup of tea, Rukia pushed the cup away before laying her head in her arms. "Girls, I don't know what I'm going to do. I shouldn't even be here. My brother will be absolutely livid if he learns I took off for the World of the Living without telling anyone. And if Renji found I visited Ichigo's home…"

A bolt of anger surged through Rukia and she slammed her fists down onto the wooden table. "I'm sick of him acting like I'm cheating on him every time I even mention Ichigo! What the fuck is his problem? He isn't the one asked to marry twelve women! He's not the one who had his whole life hijacked by Kyoraku and Urahara! He's not the one who has to marry the damn Quincies! Why? WHY IS HE BEING SO FUCKING STUPID!" she shouted before regaining control of herself. "I'm…I'm sorry. It's…it's been a trying few days."

"He's still being obstinate?" asked Rangiku.

"It's only gotten worse." Rukia explained to her friends what'd happened when she tried to take Renji to bed on the night of Ichigo's wedding to Yoruichi.

Rangiku shook her head, putting a hand to her forehead. "Good grief. There's some things you just don't do to a woman and that's at the top of the list…"

"Has your brother tried talking to him?" asked Orihime.

Rukia was silent for a moment before she spoke. "I don't know. I know that Byakuya knows about Renji's attitude. But if he found out that he was abusing me while we were being intimate, my brother wouldn't have a lieutenant for much longer. I…"

"Are you okay?'

Something inside of Rukia snapped. Her hands once again slammed down onto the table. "No! No, I'm not okay, Rangiku! You have no fucking clue how hard it's been! You've been given a leave of absence by your captain to do whatever the hell you want. But I don't have a captain anymore! I had to watch him die right in front of my fucking eyes! And now I'm left responsible for an entire fucking squad! And just when I think I finally regained my love for Renji, he has to go and get fucking jealous of Ichigo and act like such an asshole!"

The two girls were blown away by Rukia's anger but stayed silent to let her vent. "You two have no fucking clue how good you've got! You get to stay here in this nice mansion, just chill without a care in the world!" Tears ran down Rukia's face as she continued. "You two are always so happy! You get to marry Ichigo and have the time of your lives! You wouldn't even be in this situation if I hadn't given my powers to my Ichigo!"

No sooner did the words leave Rukia's mouth did she realize just what she said, clamping her mouth shut while Orihime and Rangiku stared at her with stunned expressions. "I'm…I'm sorry, I need to leave. Coming here was a mistake."

"R-Rukia! Wait!" protested Orihime as the smaller girl scrambled out of her chair and dashed towards the door. "It's alright! We're not…mad…" But Orihime's words didn't reach her and she watched helplessly as Rukia ran out of the room, not stopping until she left the mansion and opened a Senkaimon. "Oh, what a mess. Should we go after her?"

Sighing, Rangiku put her arms on the table and rested her chin on her hands, closing her eyes while she pondered. "Let's leave her be for now. She's tired and stressed out. I'm not going to hold anything she said against her. Are you?"

"No! Of course not!"

"Good. Right now, Rukia's in a delicate position. She has to contend with being the acting-captain of a squad now that Captain Ukitake is dead. And Shuhei and Izuru can relate with her that that's not the easiest shoes to step into. Plus she still has her responsibilities as a noble of the Kuchiki Clan. Add in to the mix a fractured relationship with a jealous boyfriend and that's a lot of pressure for one girl to take." Sitting back in her chair, Rangiku crossed her arms. "But I'll contact Captain Hitsugaya and have him let Captain Kuchiki know of what happened. He might not like Rukia taking off for here but I think if he understands just how bad things are getting for Rukia, he can give her the counsel she needs."

"Do you think we should tell-"

"Absolutely not." Rangiku didn't need Orihime to finish the sentence to know who she was talking about. "Knowing Ichigo, he'll want to try and go talk to Rukia. Imagine what will happen if Renji walks in and finds the two of them talking without any context on what the conversation is about. Renji's already wound tight enough as is, but if he walks in to that, he's finally going to snap. Let's be real about this, Orihime. Ichigo is no longer just a Substitute with borrowed powers and Renji isn't just a plucky lieutenant anymore. They've become so powerful that they frighten me. Those two go for round three, it's going to get ugly. It would take the combined effort of every remaining captain just to try to put a stop to them."

"Then…what should we do?"

Getting up out of her chair. "For right now, there's nothing we can really do to help the situation. You," she started, pointing at Orihime, "are going to Riruka's room and help her with her homework. I'm going to call my captain and let him know what happened so he can inform Captain Kuchiki. Then I'm going to make a few more calls. Renji won't listen to us, but there's three people I can think of whom he might be inclined to sit down and talk things out with. After I do that, I have a little meeting with the Quincies."

"With Bambi, Candice and Meninas?"

"No."

"Askin?"

"No."

Orihime's hazel eyes widened when she realized who she was talking about. "But…but why?"

"Everyone has to face their demons at some point. Might as well get mine done and over with."

Meanwhile…

Ice Cream Parlor

Ichigo stared dumbfounded at Mashiro from across the booth as he watched his Vizard bride finish her third large hot fudge sundae. In the wake of everything that'd happened to him since taking off for Hueco Mundo, Ichigo had forgotten just how much food the girl could put away. 'Seriously, she's skinny enough to fit into that skintight jumpsuit. Where the hell is it all going?' he wondered to himself while taking another bite of his banana split. "You okay, Mashiro? You've been eating an awful lot."

"It's alright, Ichi-Berry. I love to binge on ice cream whenever I get the chance. And don't worry about paying. Kensei's flipping the bill."

"Does Kensei know he's flipping the bill?"

"Nope!"

Mashiro finished her sundae then called the waiter over to order another. "With a strawberry on top," she added.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow, not sure if Mashiro was secretly making fun of him. "You always order a strawberry instead of a cherry to be on top. What's with that?" he asked. "Is it because of me?"

The boy didn't get an answer until the waiter came back, smiling happily as she stared at her huge sundae. "I don't have many memories of my mom. My sister and I lost her to a Hollow when I was young, which lead us to becoming Soul Reapers. But…one of the brightest memories I have is her taking me to go get ice cream." Mashiro's eyes softened as she fell back into her cherished memory. "She would always get a strawberry on top. She said that she loved strawberries and she always got one on top because it meant that no matter how good things are, if you try, it can always be a little better."

Hearing Mashiro speak so softly and with such joy made Ichigo smile. He never really got to know the greenette while he was training with Shinji and the Vizards. But hearing her speak of her mother and her earlier talk with Bambietta back at Silbern helped put her in a different light and helped him see why she kept a chipper attitude. "That sounds wonderful…"

"Thanks, Ichigo. I…" Mashiro stopped eating for a moment to look up at her fiancé and gave the happiest smile. "I'm glad we're getting married. I knew the moment I saw you when you showed up at our hideout that I wanted to be with you. I didn't know why back then, it was a gut feeling. But seeing you fight so hard for your friends, for us…I knew in my heart I wanted to be by your side," she confessed, shocking Ichigo with her true feelings. "That's why when the Head-Captain asked for volunteers to marry you, I stepped forward without hesitation. I got to finally go home and reunite with my sister because you stopped Aizen. I'm happier than I've been in a hundred years. And now I get to marry you, my Ichi-Berry."

His heart pounding from the warm, loving confession, Ichigo reached out and touched Mashiro's hand, returning her smile with one of his own. "I'm glad we're getting married too, Mashiro. I'm…I'm glad I'm getting to know you, the real you."

"Heheh, oh, don't worry, Ichi-Berry! I'm still the same old Mashiro you know and love." Finishing her sundae, Mashiro signaled for the waiter. "Another!"

'Seriously, where is it all going?'

Meanwhile…

Rangiku had not left the meeting room, instead waiting patiently while sipping a cup of coffee. "Hmm…I gotta admit, Askin knows his coffee…" she muttered to herself while she sipped her drink.

Her stomach tightened as she waited. Part of her wanted to pull out her phone and call off this meeting. But Rangiku took a deep breath and silenced her thoughts. She couldn't run from this forever. This had to happen if this thing had to go forward.

The door finally opened and in walked three of the Quincy. Bambietta sat down at the end of the table, wearing a black tank top and jeans. Liltotto still wore her apron from preparing dinner. But Rangiku focused her attention on the third guest, the one she personally invited over to have this little chat.

Giselle Gewelle.

Liltotto and Giselle sat across the table from Rangiku, the latter looking quite confused as to why she was here. "I brought Giselle like you asked," said Liltotto.

"Thanks, Lil." Rangiku was silent for a moment as she stared down the woman who had been the cause of her many nightmares. "Funny. I've run this conversation in my head a million times. But now that you're here I can barely find the words…"

Giselle cocked her head to the side, continuing to play the goofball. "Whatever for? I mean, all I did was make you a zombie. It's not like I killed you or anything."

Rangiku ignored the jab and took a deep breath before continuing. "But the main reason I called you here is this." Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small piece of paper and slid it over to the other side of the table.

Grabbing the paper, Giselle looked at it curiously while Liltotto leaned to the side to get a closer look. The blonde raised an eyebrow as she read it. "You're serious?"

"I am."

Giselle's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh wow! You're actually inviting me to your wedding?! That's so sweet of you! I thought the only ones I'd be allowed to go to were Meni's, Candi's and Bambi's."

The Stern Ritter at the end of the table rolled her eyes. "Get real. You're still not invited to mine, bitch. She might have forgiven you for zombifying her but I will never."

Rangiku's expression hardened and she glared back at Bambietta. "I have not forgiven her for what she did. I will never forgive what she did to me or my captain. But…" Turning back to Giselle, Rangiku took another deep breath to calm herself before continuing, "This whole thing is about unity and friendship between the Soul Society and the Vandenreich, what's left of it anyway. So I decided to extend the olive branch to you."

"That's remarkably big of you," noted Liltotto who took the wedding invitation from Giselle and was reading it.

"I talked it over with my captain and we both agreed on it. It took a little convincing but I got him to come around. But there's a second reason I wanted to call you over and that was to discuss the nature of your powers."

"My Zombie? Why, you already know about it firsthand." Giselle stuck a finger in her mouth and bit her tip, drawing blood and holding it out for Rangiku to see. "I use blood to turn Soul Reapers into zombies. If they're still alive when I turn them, they become completely mindless pawns like your captain."

"I wonder about that," interjected Rangiku. "According to Captain Kurotsuchi, my captain actually started to speak during their battle. Plus, Captains Muguruma and Otoribashi were both confirmed dead when you turned them and they seemed mindless."

Putting a finger to her cheek, Giselle thought about it. "Well, to be fair I hadn't turned captain-level Soul Reapers into my zombies before now, so maybe I got the details mixed up."

Rangiku decided to ask the question that had weighed heavily on her mind ever since the end of the war. "Based on what you know about your powers, do you think that Orihime's powers could fix me?"

The three Quincies looked at each other before Liltotto crossed her arms. "You mind explaining?"

"After Captain Kurotsuchi subdued me and my captain, he used special pods to remove the zombification you infected us with. It worked but it whittled our lifespans down. For a while now, I've been told by several people 'Just have Orihime Reject your lifespan back' and 'Can't Orihime use her powers to fix you?' Since this is due to your powers, I wanted to hear your opinion on the matter."

A brief silence befell the meeting room as Giselle thought about it for a minute. "Hmm…I'm not so sure."

Bambietta put her arms behind her head and raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be asking Kurotsuchi this since it was his machine that stripped your lifespan?"

"I thought about it but he would never give me the time of day to answer. The reason why I haven't asked Orihime already is because I'm not sure of what will happen if she does try to use her powers of Rejection."

"What do you mean?"

Giselle answered. "She's afraid that if Orihime uses her powers, she'll only succeed in turning Rangiku back into a zombie. Oh! Let's have her do that!" she said excitedly, clapping her hands while bouncing in her seat like a happy toddler. "You'll still be marrying Ichigo anyway and I get my zombie back so it's a win-win."

Rangiku's expression soured in disgust. "I think not. But yeah, that's why."

Bambietta was still confused. "Wait, wouldn't her powers just heal your lifespan?"

"Orihime's powers heal injuries but a lifespan is something incredibly vague. But more importantly, Orihime's powers to Reject Phenomenon means that she can return a person to their previous state before something happened to it. Most of the time that means she returns someone hurt or dead back to alive and healthy. But…"

Liltotto could see her argument. "But you didn't go from dead to alive. You went from healthy, to dead, to zombie and then back to alive but with your lifespan cut. You aren't sure if Orihime can put you through multiple states."

Rangiku reluctantly nodded. "Yes. I don't want Orihime to wind up turning me back into a zombie or worse, back to being a corpse. I can't traumatize her like that. I'm not sure I can survive the trauma of dying again. But I wanted to get your opinion since this is your fault."

Bambietta cocked her head to the side. "I doubt she'd be able to do much anyway since this was done with a Schrift."

"Explain."

Liltotto took over. "All of the Stern Ritter's Schrifts come from His Majesty. We take in his blood and a portion of his powerful spiritual pressure. Orihime would be able to turn you back into a zombie but probably wouldn't be able to Reject you further than that. She's not as powerful as all of you make her out to be."

"Aizen told her that her powers reached godhood," pointed out Rangiku.

The more serious of the Stern Ritter shook her head. "And I think that right there should tell you enough. Aizen isn't exactly the most honest of people, is he?" When Rangiku was able to answer, Liltotto explained a bit more. "Orihime can't reject damage caused by intense spiritual pressure, right? Her powers seem kinda limited for 'transcends into the level of the gods'." The cook pointed at Giselle's bloodied finger. "Gigi's Schrift contains His Majesty's spirit energy. So every drop of blood in her body also contains portions of his spiritual pressure. I strongly doubt Orihime could Reject her blood out of you since it's connected to him."

"Yeah," added Bambietta. "Why do you think His Majesty never considered Orihime to be a Special War Potential or tried to having her captured? Her powers were never considered a threat to him."

"I see…" Rangiku sighed. She had a feeling Orihime wouldn't be able to help her but wanted a second opinion. "Well, thank you for telling me. Don't worry. This doesn't mean you aren't invited to my wedding. I was planning on letting you come no matter what you told me. If you'll excuse me, I need to go help Orihime tutor Riruka. I'm sure you girls still need to wrap up your preparations for Bambietta's wedding."

"Yeah." The bride in question closed her eyes. "I'm waiting for Uryu to come over to see if my dress fits."

"Thanks for coming by. It was…nice to speak with you, Giselle," Rangiku said before leaving the room.

Bambietta and Liltotto looked at Giselle for a moment before Liltotto pulled out a bag of chips and opened it. "Gotta say, that was awfully big of her to invite you to her wedding, Gigi."

"Yeah, but now I'm going to have to come up with a new wedding present since the one I was going to give Ichigo earlier I had to get rid of," lamented the Z Stern Ritter.

Tired of the conversation, Bambietta stood up. "Well, I should go wait for Uryu. I'm sure Ichigo's got his hands full with Mashiro."

"By the way, Bambi," said Giselle before the E Stern Ritter could leave the room. "You aren't planning on doing Ichigo in on your wedding night, are you?"

"Hmph!" Bambietta said nothing as she headed for the door. "After making me wait this long, if he doesn't fuck my brains out, he'll wish I'd kill him…"

Meanwhile…

Ichigo walked alongside his date, holding her hand as they headed down the sidewalk. He had taken Mashiro to the park so they could sit down and talk on the bench like he did regularly with Sung-Sun. They had been so caught up in talking that neither noticed how late it was getting until the sun had gone down. "We should probably head back."

"Yeah. Come on." Getting up, Mashiro took her fiancé by the hand and led him away, their path illuminated by the street lamps.

After a minute, however, Ichigo realized that his Vizard bride was not leading him back to their shared home. "Where are we going, Mashiro? We aren't going back to the manor?"

"Nope!" Mashiro smiled happily as she led her future husband down the street, leading him away from their manor and into the more seedy part of town. "My date isn't over yet. You're going to marry Bambietta in a day or two so I gotta make it count."

Ichigo realized what the greenette had in mind when he found himself standing in front of a love hotel. "Oh…" His cheeks turned bright pink as he was pulled through the front doors, Mashiro heading straight to the front desk. "Hello, my boyfriend and I were wanting to get a room for the night?"

The receptionist, looking at the couple with an eyebrow raised, gave a slight nod. "We have a few options. We have-"

"We'll take the best room you have," insisted Mashiro, reaching into the small purse she'd brought with her and pulled out a black credit card. "Here you go."

Taking Mashiro's credit card, the receptionist nodded before giving them a key. "Here you go. The key to the Luxury Suite. Enjoy, you two!"

"Thanks!" Taking the key and her credit card, Mashiro grabbed Ichigo and made a beeline for the elevator…

Before Ichigo knew it he was sitting on the edge of a huge heart-shaped bed shirtless while waiting for Mashiro to come out of the bathroom. His heart started to pound in his chest from the wait. 'First I have sex enhanced by Kisuke's tonics and oils and now I'm in a love hotel. I swear, I feel like my life has turned into one big porno.'

"Oh Ichigooooooo…" sang a voice from the bathroom. "I'm readyyyyyyyy…"

The greenette bride stepped out to show herself off to Ichigo. The orange-haired boy stared in lustful awe as the bubbly Vizard transformed herself into a seductive vixen. The girl wore black fishnet stockings, a black thong and black transparent bra. Despite wearing the skintight bodysuit when they were training, Ichigo could see her full voluptuous figure.

"Wait…when did you put on the fishnet stockings?" He didn't recall her wearing stockings when she showed off her heels.

"Oh, I switched out into a new set of lingerie I kept in my purse."

Ichigo blinked. Mashiro's purse was incredibly tiny, too tiny too contain her large bra, let along fishnet stockings and panties. 'Gonna guess Kisuke made that purse for her…" he thought just before his bride pounced onto him.

Knocking him onto his back, the greenette eagerly laid on top of her fiancé, rubbing her smooth body against his. Her lips attacked Ichigo's in a frenzy of kisses, her tongue slipping into his mouth to dance with his tongue. "Mmmmmh!" she moaned lewdly, her body coming alive with excitement at finally having Ichigo to herself.

Moaning back into his bride's lips, Ichigo ran his hands through her soft, green hair. Mashiro's greedy arms wrapped around his broad chest, hugging him tightly to push her breasts against him, her nipples poking through the thin fabric of the black bra to rub into him.

The couple rolled around on the bed, both trying their best to top each other. Ichigo's hands traveled down her backside until they cupped the greenette's ass, her booty far more soft and plump than he'd originally thought.

Eventually it was Mashiro who won out, pinning her future husband to the bed with a grin. "Heheh! Not today, Ichi-Berry! Maybe on our wedding night, perhaps." She leaned down and gave the Substitute a conquering kiss, making out with him again and dining on the taste of his tongue and lips. When she pulled away, a sticky string of saliva still connected them, making her grin. Wiping the string away, Mashiro grabbed Ichigo's hands and guided them to her bra. "Take it off…" she whispered into his ear.

After dealing with so many horny women lusting after him, Ichigo had enough experience in unclipping a woman's bra like he was an expert safecracker. As soon as she felt the undergarment loosen, Mashiro shrugged her shoulders to let it fall down her arms, the bra landing on Ichigo's chest before she grabbed it and tossed it away. Her breasts were bigger than Ichigo anticipated, the girl always hiding her body behind that jumpsuit or her Shihakusho. Mashiro didn't have the twin valleys of pure pleasure that Rangiku and Orihime boasted but she was far from being flat chested.

Scooting forward until her breasts hovered above Ichigo's face, the Vizard eagerly grabbed his head and pulled him into her cleavage, smothering him with her tits. Cupping the undersides of her breasts, Ichigo licked and suckled her breasts, encouraged by the moans that slipped out of Mashiro's mouth. Her panties became soaked from her arousal as she rolled her hips, grinding their lower haves together. "Ichi…" she slurred, feeling his hands run up and down her naked back, every spot his fingers touched making her skin feel hot and tingly.

Pulling her fiancé's head out of her tits, Mashiro leaned down and mashed their lips together in another lewd kiss before sliding off of him. Ichigo sat up as Mashiro laid down on her belly between his legs, her eyes lighting up with a hungry he'd never seen in the bubby Vizard before. Her hands made sure work of his belt and pants button and zipper, grabbing the hem of both his pants and his underwear to tug them down to watch his cock spring to life, his erect meatrod standing at attention. "Wow! I know you were big when I watched you fuck Rangiku but it's so much bigger up close!"

"Why were you all spying on me?"

"What? You can't fault us watching our future husband getting it on, can you? It was hot watching you fuck Rangiku into the bed. Hehehe…" Sitting up, she shuffled forward until his cock was pressed against her flat belly. Mashiro stared in awe when she realized just how far Ichigo could go inside her as she used her stomach as a crude measuring stick. "Wow, just thinking of you pounding my pussy with this is making me tingle all over," she said with a slight giggle.

Hooking her thumbs under the hem of her soaked panties, Mashiro peeled them off of her and tossed them to the floor, revealing her shaved pussy to her future husband. Turning around, the Vizard lifted her hips and promptly sat her large ass down on Ichigo's face. Ichigo got the hint and went to work pleasuring the greenette with is tongue, licking her wet pussy. "Ooh! That feels goooood…" slurred the slutty bride before turning her attention to the throbbing cock in front of her. Lying down on her fiancé's naked front, Mashiro gripped Ichigo's cock and licked the tip like a lollipop. "Mmmmh, Ichi-Berry flavored!" she giggled before going further.

Licking Mashiro's soft lips and getting a taste of her womanhood, Ichigo let out a moan into her snatch when he felt hot lips wrap around his shaft. Mashiro instantly went to work gobbling his cock, her head bobbing up and down fast. Digging his fingers into his Vizard bride's soft booty, Ichigo turned his attention to her little clit, her precious bundle of nerves ripe for exploiting.

This time it was Mashiro's turn to moan, although hers was equally muffled by the cock lodged in her mouth, when she felt that soft, warm tongue start to lick at her clit. Every flick of Ichigo's tongue sent shivers up her spine and made her toes curl with pleasure. 'So good! His cock tastes so good and his tongue is making my little cunny feel all tingly.' "Mmmmmmmh!" she moaned, Ichigo's tongue motivating her to move her head faster. She felt the tip of her fiancé's cock hit the back of her throat and gagged a little. But thanks to some private lessons that Rangiku offered her and Orihime, she was able to relax her gag reflex enough to take him deeper.

The two continued to pleasure each other 69-style, both moaning into each other's groins while letting their mouths and tongues do the work. Mashiro was the first to enter the gates of bliss, her body tensing when Ichigo continued to attack her sensitive clit. Her brown eyes rolled into the back of her head, her moan of ecstasy was muffled by her future husband's cock while she gushed all over his face. While he lapped at her juices, Ichigo started to buck his hips, shoving more of his cock into his bride's mouth before he let loose, filling her mouth with hot cum.

The taste of her fiancé's baby batter made Mashiro hum with delight, the pair rolling onto their sides while they ate up each other's treats. Letting Ichigo's manhood slide out of her mouth, Mashiro wiped her lips and laid down on her back, rubbing her warm belly. "That was fun…"

The nude Ichigo sat up, lifting Mashiro up and laying her on his lap and running a hand through her soft hair. Mashiro giggled from the sweet show of love, sitting up and kissing his cheek. "I want you, Ichigo. I want you inside me," she begged. "But…not in my pussy. I don't want to lose my virginity before my wedding night. So!"

Ichigo watched as his future wife slid off his lap and walked over to a drawer. Being a love hotel, the room came fully equipped with anything and everything the pair might want for their lovemaking. Digging into the drawer, the naked girl quickly found what she was looking for: a bottle of anal lube.

Hurrying back over to the boy, Mashiro uncapped the bottle and began to pour a generous amount of lube all over his cock until it was nice and ready to plunge into her asshole. Taking the bottle from her, Ichigo poured the lube over his fingers and smiled at Mashiro. "Bend over."

Grinning, the horny girl got down on all fours, leaning down to stick her ass in the air. Getting behind the greenette, Ichigo gave her soft booty a harsh smack before spreading her cheeks, her vulnerable asshole twitching in anticipation.

Mashiro prepared herself when she felt the tip push into her but her quiet determination crumbled the moment she felt him start to push. "AH! Ahhhh!"

Ichigo was barely two inches inside of his bride when he was stopped by her cries of pain. "Do you wanna stop?" he asked out of alarm. Sure, fucking a girl in the ass was awesome but he would not do it if it meant hurting the one he was with.

Her body trembling, Mashiro shook her head. "N-no. Just…just go slowly."

Nodding, Ichigo grabbed her waist and began to slowly move his hips, thrusting in and out at a pace that Mashiro could take. With every thrust he pushed a little deeper into his fiancé's ass, groaning from the tight heat of her walls enveloping his cock. Mashiro shook as she tried to relax her ass, grabbing a heart-shaped pillow and biting down on it. The stinging pain from feeling Ichigo's cock stretch out her ass was mind-numbing, her asshole burning as she took inch after inch.

Finally, Mashiro's bubble butt touched Ichigo's hips, the Substitute balls deep inside the Vizard's ass. Mashiro's eyes watered from the pain. Even with the lube, Ichigo was so big that it felt that he was touching her stomach. "Ohhhhhh…"

Ichigo remained where he was, letting his Vizard bride adjust to his large size. When Mashiro's shaking finally subsided, he took it as a signal to start to move. Pulling all the way out until only the head of his cock remained inside of her, he slowly pushed back in. "Nghhhh! Ohhhh…"

Little by little Mashiro began to relax her ass, her tight walls loosening up until his lubed up cock started to pump in and out of her with little resistance. As soon as she began to relax, the pain in her ass began to melt away, quickly becoming replaced by an undeniable pleasure. Her groans of pain started to morph into moans of pleasure. Taking her mouth off the pillow, Mashiro turned her head and smiled at her future husband. "F-faster, Ichigo! Faster!"

Smirking, Ichigo squeezed his horny bride's tight waist before he started to move his hips in full force. Mashiro cried out as she felt her ass being dominated by her lover, her bubble butt jiggling as Ichigo's strong hips clapped against it. "Ah! Ahhh! Yes! Ohhh!" Mashiro's tongue stuck out as she enjoyed what felt like Ichigo fucking her guts. She never considered herself a masochist but feeling Ichigo tear her ass up made her brain go numb with pleasure. "Yes! Fuck! My ass feels like it's on fire!"

Sweat running down his back, Ichigo leaned down and wrapped his arms around her, pinning her underneath his weight and fucking the greenette into the bed. Mashiro's eyes rolled into the back of her head when she felt the coil inside her start to snap. Her asshole clenched around his thick girth as her pussy gushed, lewdly staining the sheets beneath her. "Ohhhhhhh!" Turning her head, she met Ichigo's lips in a sloppy kiss. "C-come in me!" she pleaded. "Come in my ass!"

Ichigo didn't keep his lady waiting. His hips moved with a mind of their own, driving his cock as deep as it could go into her ass faster and faster until he could endure the tight heat no longer. "M-Mashiro!" he cried out before filling her ass with cum. Mashiro shivered underneath her fiancé while her guts were pumped full of hot spunk.

The two stopped for a moment, both panting for breath. Still balls deep inside her ass, Ichigo rolled them on their sides, hugging her tightly. "Mmmmh, this was a perfect date…" moaned Mashiro while basking in her fiancé's warmth. "Wanna take this to the shower? I'm all sticky."

"Sure." Pulling out of his bride, the Substitute watched as his bride crawled towards the edge of the bed, her asshole gaping. To his surprise, Mashiro shook off the burning pain in her ass like a champ and walked into the bathroom. "Well? You coming?"

Ichigo had a feeling that Mashiro was going to be one of the brides would could match him in endurance all night long…

To be continued

Omake

Reward for Studying

The Brides' Manor; Riruka's Room

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhh…"

The Fullbringer hadn't stopped whining and groaning through the last few hours. Orihime had come in to help her with her homework but academics was never Riruka's strong suit, particularly mathematics. "Dammit, fractions are so hard!"

Orihime frowned. Trying to teach Riruka was harder than she'd expected. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get it."

"I doubt it…"

The door opened up and in walked Yoruichi. "How's the tutoring going?"

"Slow going…" admitted Orihime.

Yoruichi could understand Riruka's plight. Being a Soul Reaper, it wasn't like she could be of much help educating her. She saw the stack of books and workbooks on Riruka's desk. "You still haven't gone through those workbooks yet."

"Are you kidding me? I can barely get through this one! It's impossible!"

"That's a shame." Yoruichi revealed the box of donuts she was keeping behind her back. "I was going to give you these donuts as a reward but if it's impossible, then I guess I'll have to eat them myself."

Riruka's eyes lit up with hearts. Ever since she started going to school, Ichigo, Orihime and Tatsuki insisted that she started cutting back on the sweets and have a more nutritional diet. As such, it might have been a few days since she had a donut but for her it might as well have been years. Without another word, she stuck her head back in her workbook, going back to her fractions with renewed enthusiasm.

Yoruichi looked over at Orihime and winked, setting the box on the bed before leaving. Orihime had to admit, Yoruichi sure knew how to motivate.

END

Omake 2

Flipping the Bill

Squad Nine; Captain's Office

Kensei sat at his desk, scribbling away at some paperwork. Every now and then he had to stop thanks to his trembling hands. The periods were sparse and infrequent so he had very little chance to get used to them. Ever since coming back from the dead and zombification, his body hadn't acted quite right. Unlike Rangiku, who'd been zombified immediately after death, Kensei had been a corpse long enough so that his body didn't move quite right anymore. It would be a long way to recovery for the gruff captain.

The door opened. Kensei looked up and saw Shuhei walk in. "What is it?" He saw a stack of papers in his hands and groaned. "Not more reports, I hope?"

"Um…well…yes and no. It's an expense report. From Mashiro."

"So? She's on a date. Let her spend her own money if she wants, Shuhei."

"Actually, Captain. She's not spending her own money. Before she left…she took the Black Card."

Kensei froze. Each captain was given their own black credit card in case of emergencies when they were in the World of the Living. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet and found the card gone. "Dammit! She must have pilfered it when I was getting my Shihakusho cleaned!" Stomping over to his lieutenant, he grabbed the sheet of papers and saw just how much Mashiro was spending with his credit card. There as a lot of zeros….

"DAMMIT MASHIROOOOOOOOOO!"

END