Whackybiscuit's Halloween Extravaganza
Tales from the Whacky Crypt
Warning: Lemon!
A.N.: Greetings, my children! I'm your host, Count Whackula! And for this Halloween we're doing something different for our Halloween Extravaganza. This year's stories will be based off of classic Halloween stories, hosted by yours truly! It occurred to me that even though Bleach is a supernatural manga, it hardly dealt with any of the darker aspects of Horror. And no, the Bounts don't count as Vampires. That's just as insulting to me as the idea that we sparkle! And thus, I give you Tales from the Whacky Crypt!
So what better way to start off the month than with a take on the classic story Frankenstein? Our story begins during the aftermath of the Thousand Year Blood War, with our humble mad scientist, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, in a story that I like to call…
FrankenNemu
Shortly after the Thousand Year Blood War…
Squad Twelve; Mayuri's Lab
Thunder and lightning boomed outside, an ominous wind in the air throughout the ruined Seireitei. With the rainy season coming in, the Thirteen Court Guard Squads had to halt their recovery efforts to clear the debris and put rebuilding their home after the war with Yhwach on hold. For now the Seireitei hung open before the Soul Society like a rotting wound.
None of this mattered to a certain captain of Squad Twelver. Mayuri Kurotsuchi had secluded himself into his lab ever since he'd returned from the Royal Palace. He ignored Akon and his other seated officer's pleas to come out for at least an hour of rest and food.
Sweat dripped down his face as he continued stitching like the madman that he was. "So close…so close…" he kept whispering to himself. He looked up at the female diagram he'd hung up on the wall to make sure he was putting the last few pieces in the right place before going back to his stitching.
Even though he was loathed by his fellow captains, even they would have been disturbed by the state the man was in. Having barely eaten anything for weeks besides some protein bars he kept in a cupboard, Mayuri was thin as a rail. His garish makeup was now a mess since Mayuri didn't bother to reapply it since getting back. His hair was desthelved and his eyes were practically red from the lack of sleep. Only his ambition and desire kept him standing, his need to undo what happened at the Palace keeping him from finally going to sleep. He'd locked the door to his lab and made sure that everyone knew that if anyone had tried to come in to interrupt him they would regret it with their lives…
Finally, Mayuri set aside his tools and let out a sigh of relief. "Now, you are whole again…my daughter…"
On the table lay Nemu, AKA Nemuri Nanago Kurotsuchi. Or rather, the stitched-up corpse of Nemu.
Putting Nemu back together had proved to be no easy task, even for a scientist of Mayuri's caliber. The Left Hand of the Soul King, Pernida, had completely ripped Nemu's entire body to bloody chunks. To complicate matters further, Pernida had taken to eat what was left of Nemu's body in the aftermath. While Mayuri was able to outfox the Quincy and avenge his slain daughter, he was still left with only her brain.
Wiping a bloody hand through his messy hair, Mayuri allowed himself another protein bar as he looked over the adjustment's to Nemu's body. After he'd awakened from his healing pod he'd taken to going through the ruins of the battlefield to acquire as many pieces of Nemu's flesh that he could find. Sadly, not a lot of Nemu's body could be recovered due to the damage done.
That didn't deter the man. Most of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads rank-and-file soldiers had been slaughtered by the Sternritter during both invasions. Finding suitable body parts to replace Nemu's destroyed flesh, muscles, tissue and organs was simply a walk through the morgue. For the parts that he couldn't quite find, he simply used Nemu's blood and DNA to synthesize them.
None in the R&D department knew what Mayuri was doing. Akon believed that Mayuri was starting Project Nemuri all over again and creating the eighth Nemu.
"To hell with starting all over again!" Mayuri hissed as he fiddled with a machine filled with vials of viscous liquid. "She was as close to perfection as I could craft! Letting her simply rot away on the steps of the Palace…" Mayuri clenched his teeth at the indignity. "She is mine! My daughter! I will have her back!" He slammed a button and turned on the machine.
Blood and other liquids flowed into Nemu's patched-up corpse. Walking over to a large switch, Mayuri looked on a computer monitor and checked the weather to make sure he had everything he needed. "Perfect," he smiled wickedly when the boom of distant thunder echoed into the room. "I've put your body back together and replenished your body fluids. Now for the main ingredient to kickstart your heart…"
He flipped the switch. The roof of the lab retracted, opening Mayuri's secret lab to the dark skies above. Hitting another switch, Mayuri watched as lightning rods arose from the floor and raised high into the sky, wires connecting to Nemu's body. He could have used his own devices to restart Nemu's heart but nothing could generate electricity like a good old-fashioned lightning bolt.
He tapped his foot impatiently while he waited before the thunderstorm began to comply with his designs. A massive bolt of lightning zapped the lightning rod, its energy flowing down and entering Nemu's body through the twintail bolts attached to her neck. Mayuri held his breath as he watched his daughter's body spasm and shake from the electricity coursing through her veins. Another bolt of lightning hit and Nemu's back arched. Mayuri's eyes glanced at the heart monitor and he grinned when he saw a blip on the monitor.
When another bolt of lightning surged into Nemu, her eyes started to open and her hands twitched. "Ma…ster…"
"She's alive!" Mayuri cheered triumphantly. "SHE'S ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!"
Shutting off the equipment, Mayuri dashed over to the table. He was never a sentimental man, despite his purposed claims that he was noting but compassion wrapped around a cerebral cortex, but he almost felt enough emotion to warrant a tear as he saw his daughter's naked chest start to rise and fall as she took her first breaths. "Hah! In your face, Kisuke Urahara!" he cackled in glee.
"Master Mayuri? What happened?"
"What happened is that I beat Kisuke Urahara! First you exceeded my expectations by gaining free will, now I again claim superiority over that man now that I've brought you back after you went and let yourself be turned into hamburger! That's' what happened! Hahahahahaha!"
His ultimate achievement, sat up and looked down at herself. Her body was completely naked, covering in multiple lines of stitches. Inspecting her body even more, she found that her breasts were a little bigger than before.
After taking a few deep breaths, Mayuri came back down from cloud nine. "Now then…" He grabbed a towel he grabbed from his spare storage room and threw it at her. "If you're finished wasting up my time, put your damn clothes on and go take a shower. You smell like the morgue," he said as he returned to his usual mood. "When you're finished, come help me clean up this mess!"
"Yes, Master Mayuri," the naked lieutenant wrapped the towel around her body, the towel making her boobs seem even bigger. Hopping off the table, she walked past the disheveled man and left the room.
Slumping into a chair, Mayuri wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness." The exhaustion he'd been staving off for all these weeks finally set in and his eyes started to droop. "I think I'll…take a nap…" he mumbled, his body going limp as he felt the darkness take his mind. "Zzzzz…zzzzz…zzzzzz…"
Meanwhile…
Nemu walked down the hallway, the tiled floor icy cold to her patched-up feet. Her mind felt hazy as she walked. She vaguely remembered what happened. She remembered jumping into battle to protect her master, then falling and then…a brief moment of agonizing pain before everything went red.
"Ohhh…" she groaned from the chilly air touching her, her body still highly sensitive from the electicity used to bring her back to life.
The more she walked, the more a new sensation started to rise from Mayuri's creation. Sweat started to roll down her naked back as she felt heat start to surge through her. Perhaps it was a result of Mayuri's chemicals combined with the electricity or whatever effect Pernida's Compulsory ability had on her brain before it was ripped out of her skull.
Either way, Nemu felt horny.
The frankensteined Lieutenant paused her walking as her breathing started becoming haggard. An aching started to spread from her brain all the way into her loins. She licked her lips as she threw her towel to the side, letting the cold air claim her entire naked body.
Hearing something coming from one of the nearby monitor rooms, the now naked Nemu walked down the dark hallway and peered inside. She saw two men sitting next to the monitors, watching surveillance footage. She didn't recognize the men and figured they were two replacements after most of the R&D department was slaughtered by Pepe.
The two men were watching the mess hall, one of the few structures in Squad Twelve to survive the war. One of the men was young, reminding her of Ichigo Kurosaki with his youth, with blonde hair that was tied in a ponytail. He sat in his chair wearing a loose-fitting uniform that hung from his thin body. His bald comrade was more built, wearing a sleeveless kosode that showed off his muscular arms. It amused Nemu to see them watching a particular monitor that showed some girls.
"Too bad we can't go down there to mingle with them," the blond man confessed. "Instead we're stuck here doing monitor duty for that creepy captain."
"Hey! Quiet!" the bald man hissed. "I get you're new around here but you never mock Captain Kurotsuchi. I've heard about too many people end up as his lab rat for speaking bad about him."
Sitting back in his chair, Blond kicked his feet back and looked at the hot cuties on the screen. "You mean the captain whose been holed up in his lab since we enlisted and got shunted here? Please," he dismissed, putting his hands behind his head. "He's probably working on his stiffs he scrounged up from the battlefield. If he isn't a stiff already…"
The blond man gasped when a stitched-up arm came around him and grabbed his crotch gently. "The way I see it," Nemu said with a surprisingly lecherous grin. "The only one who's stiff here is you."
Whirling around in their seats, both men almost felt their eyes pop out of their head when they saw the naked, stitched-up body of Nemu Kurotsuchi, leering at them with a wide smile. "L-l-l-lieutenant Kurotsuchi!" the bald man gasped in horror like he was seeing a ghost while Nemu reached for his crotch too. Everyone knew that Nemu had lost her life in the defense if the Soul King's Palace. Yet here she was, standing before them naked while stroking their cocks through their pants. "What…what are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Nemu teased as she pulled both men up out of their chairs before getting down on her knees. With the monster strength she was known for she ripped off their pants and underwear in one pull, that hot bubbling feeling inside her growing hotter when two large manhood pointed at her. "I'm giving you two blowjobs."
Neither man could do anything but start moaning when Nemu started to suck off the blonde man while her free hand jerked off the bald man. Shrugging out of their tops, the two men merely looked at each other and shrugged. "Might as well," the bald man suggested, figuring that when life handed you lemons…
"Well, this sure beats monitor duty," the blonde man smirked. Putting a hand on Nemu's head, he started to push deeper into her orifice. Nemu gagged as the man's well-endowed manhood slammed down her throat, finding the taste to be exquisite. Her hand jerked off the bald man with equal fervor, the two men moaning in unison.
"That's right…" Nemu slurred as she pulled away for breath, licking the blond man's tip. "Give me what I want…"
Seeing how wet the girl was from the puddle around her knees, the bald Soul Reaper pulled his dick out of her hand and got behind her. Kneeling down, the man spread her cheeks before he thrust into Nemu's wet cunt. Feeling how wet and warm Nemu's pussy was, he thrust all the way inside her and grabbed her wrists before he started to pump in and out of the undead lieutenant.
"Mmmmmh!" Nemu's eyes widened as the two men began to spitroast her. She rolled her eyes and climaxed in an instant around the bald man's thick cock. "Mmmmmmh!" Spit dripped down her chin while the blonde man fucked her face. "Glckkk!"
"Fuck!" the man shoving his cock in and out of Nemu's face spat. "I don't care if Kurotuschi skins me alive! Worth it!"
"Hell yeah!" his partner grinned, smacking Nemu's ass with glee. "I guess Captain brought back the lieutenant to be a slut!"
The normally stoic Nemu moaned into the cock in her mouth from being called a slut. That hot feeling she first felt was burning like a wildfire that she never wanted to stop. She thought of her father and quickly pushed him to the corners of her mind. Mayuri didn't matter to her. Only sex mattered now.
As Nemu climaxed like a slut again, she felt the two cocks in her mouth and pussy start to swell. Gleefully she bobbed her head back up and down faster while her hips moved to take the bald man as deep as she could bury him in her gushing honeypot. "MMMMMMH!"
"Fuck! Cumming!"
"Arrghh! Me too! Fuck!"
First the man in her mouth came, then the man behind her. Nemu's vision blurred as she was pumped full of hot man essence. She greedily swallowed the blond man's load as he erupted in her mouth, the taste of cum like the strongest narcotic to the resurrected slut. Her lower half burned when the cock balls deep buried inside her blasted right into her womb, filling her up with spunk. "Phwaaa!" Nemu gasped as the man pulled out of her mouth, licking her lips with her cum-covered tongue. "More! I want more!"
The two looked down at Nemu, a little confused by her salacious appetite before all three turned to see a group of men walk into the monitor room, drawn to it by the sounds of them fornicating. Nemu, kneeling between the two men and leaking cum out of her pussy, saw five men peek into the room and grinned.
"More…"
Many hours later…
Mayuri's Lab
"Zzzzz…zzzzz…huh?" Mayuri woke up after his long slumber and sat upright in his chair, his body feeling stiff from after sleeping so long in the uncomfortable chair. "What time is it?" He checked the clock on the wall and already he felt his anger brewing. "That girl! Why did she not wake me up?!" To his further anger, he saw that the lab was still a total mess. "This place should have been spotless by now! After all the trouble I went through putting her back together! Hmph!" He got up and staggered his way to the door. Tough as he was, despite the rest he was still fatigued and exhausted.
"That stupid little…" Mayuri grumbled as he made his way down the hallway. He passed by the monitoring room and looked inside. "Hey, you louts! Where's Nemu?"
But Mayuri's demand went unanswered. Mayuri saw a bunch of men on the floor, all naked. "What the hell?"
"Oooooooh!"
Snapping towards the sound of moaning, Mayuri made his way down the hall. Reaching the opened doorway, he peered inside…and his eyes almost popped out of their skull with shock. "NEMU! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
To his abject horror, Mayuri found his daughter in the middle of a gangbang. Nemu smiled like a whore as she was double penetrated, her hands jerking off two men standing beside her. She was covered head to toe in cum. "Hello, Master Mayuri," she greeted with a slutty smile. "Ooooooh!" Her smile grew wider and she rolled her eyes backward when the men inside her flooded her pussy and ass with cum.
One of the men, a blond recruit, crawled over to Mayuri on his belly, his features drained as if he was severely dehydrated. "Please…make her stop, Captain!" he pleaded before he collapsed on the floor. "She's…she's a monster…"
Mayuri dropped to his knees in shock. He wanted his daughter back. But instead, his daughter had turned into a literal cumdump. Realizing that all the work he'd put in had been for nothing, Mayuri threw his head back and screamed in rage. "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
The End
A.N.: "Alas, poor Mayuri! I guess it's like what the man himself said: Sometimes dead is better. Until next time, my children! Count Whakula will see you later!"
And with that, our dear host transformed into a bat and flew out the window of his castle, into the foggy night…
