Ichigo's Bad Day, Final Edition

Orihime was an incredibly endowed young woman for the tender age of 15. Her breasts were large and full; they were that of a woman, rather than a teenage girl. They were also the envy of nearly every girl in her school, the dream of any man interested in women who had grown into puberty. Deny it as she might, Orihime enjoyed the attention and envy they generated... yet, she lacked the attention of the one she wished the most for.

Ichigo; she loved him. She longed for his attention, for his eyes to be on her... and yet he treated her as nothing more than a friend. There were no glances, no leers; everything about him seemed to show that he held no interest in her. Orihime couldn't understand why; Ichigo had a position in her heart that many would have killed for, a place that would have allowed him to do anything and everything to her.

But Ichigo, he didn't even bother to look at her. Something inside questioned what she lacked that he wanted; he spent more time with Rukia than her. Perhaps, then... perhaps he liked flat girls? If so, she was out of luck; she couldn't just make her breasts vanish! But part of her didn't want to admit that, it didn't want to recognize that he would never be interested in her. She had to ask Rukia; she had to get to the root of it!

And so, Orihime found herself waiting for Rukia during lunch; she had sent the others that they normally ate with away. She wanted a private conversation with the girl who seemed to hold Ichigo's attention. It was a long wait, it felt; or maybe it was due to her being pensive. If Rukia told her what she didn't want to hear, Orihime's heart would shatter like a block of ice. Only this way, she wouldn't be able to gather the ice up, chip it apart and make snow cones out of it.

"Orihime? Where are the others?"

A voice called, snapping the well endowed schoolgirl from her thoughts. Looking to the source she saw her; Rukia, a girl with a slender frame and small build. A part of Orihime made her hate the girl; why would Ichigo prefer this dark haired girl over her? She looked almost like a 12 year old boy!

"Oh, Rukia... I... well, I sent them away. I wanted to... talk to you. Alone."

Orihime answered, her voice nervous. Rukia blinked and cocked her head to the right;

"Oh... so, what is it?"

Orihime sat there, unsure as to what to say. Looking down, she stared at her lunch; an awkward silence descended between the two. Rukia felt confused, but let it pass as she went about eating; Orihime was the type who never did openly talk about things right away.

"Um... Rukia... I wanted to know..."

Orihime began, still staring at her lunch; Rukia muttered an 'eh' while eating.

"Is Ichigo... attracted to you...?"

Orihime finally spat out; Rukia in turn spat out her food and then coughed. Quickly she scooped up her drink and took a few sips; Orihime looked toward the dark haired girl.

"What kind of a question is that?!"

The dark haired girl nearly screamed, her cheeks pink.

"Oh... so he is...?"

Orihime mumbled as she looked to the ground, crestfallen. Rukia, sensing her feelings instantly patted the large chested girl on the shoulder, laughing;

"Of course not! Ichigo and I are just friends! There's nothing between us!"

"Then... why..."

Orihime mumbled softly to herself, yet it was loud enough for Rukia to hear.

"O-Orihime..."

Rukia began, but was cut off when Orihime looked up at her, eyes full of tears.

"Why doesn't he notice me?! Everybody else does... is there something I don't have?!"

Orihime spat out, Rukia was shocked into silence. The two sat in an awkward silence once more, it was only penetrated by a sniffle now and again from Orihime. Rukia... she sat in silence, arguing with herself; should she tell Orihime the truth of the matter?

"Orihime... I... there's something..."

Rukia began, then bit her tongue; she was in deep now, too deep to just dodge. Orihime looked at the dark haired girl again; her eyes were as focused as a laser. The answer she sought... it could come any moment!

"The fact is... Ichigo... he..."

Rukia looked at Orihime; their eyes met. Quickly the smaller girl looked away, hands grabbing hold of the hem of her skirt; the truth was something horrible. Atleast for Orihime.

"I... I knew it... Ichigo... he's not interested in me because..."

Orihime closed her eyes and tried to fight back her tears from flowing. Rukia looked at her and panicked;

"L-look, it's not like this is a choice! I mean, Ichigo... the things he likes... it's not his fault! If he had a choice, I'm sure he'd be interested in you like any other man!"

Rukia rambled so quickly, trying to comfort her friend. Orihime looked up at Rukia again, wiping a tear from her cheeks.

"There has to be a way... I... I could... "

Rukia shook her head vigorously, her rambling starting once more;

"N-no! You shouldn't do anything hasty! You should find somebody that loves you for you, not try to change yourself for him! Besides... it would be expensive..."

"But... I'd do anything... for him to want me..."

Orihime looked down again, this time her eyes focusing on her chest. Those breasts... they were getting in her way!

"Even if I have to get these things cut off!"

Orihime spat with anger; Rukia jumped to her feet.

"Orihime, don't think like that! That won't solve anything! You might change yourself, but at what cost? Do you really want to become a man?!"

Rukia finally said it, and Orihime looked up at her, face showing profound confusion.

"W-what...?"

Rukia blinked and sat down next to her once more.

"Well... I mean... Ichigo is attracted to men, so..."

Orihime was even more confused. Rukia swallowed hard; there had been some kind of profound misunderstanding between them.

"W-w-well, you see... Ichigo... he's gay. So... so... that's why I didn't want you going to any extremes."

Orihime turned pale, her eyes went wide... and then she fell to her side. Rukia panicked and leaned over, shaking her fallen friend before checking for a pulse; she was alive.

Orihime had just fainted from the shock.


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"What's so important that you can't tell me at home?"

Ichigo complained as he trailed behind Rukia, dragging his feet; he didn't enjoy going to that... place. Rukia looked over her shoulder at the complaining youth and scowled;

"Like I said, I don't know what he wants. All I know is that Urahara wants to see you about something; so if you'd just shut up and walk faster, you'd know sooner."

"Yeah, yeah... geez..."

Ichigo grumbled to himself as he looked to the ground; Rukia didn't even give him time to go home and change out of his school uniform before she dragged him off to the shop that belonged to that bastard Urahara. The man annoyed him; those wooden shoes, that fan he always waved about... that hat and cane. It was as thought everything about him just pissed Ichigo off, but he couldn't exactly tell why.

"Come on, we're almost there."

Rukia called after several long minutes; Ichigo looked up and saw the sign in the distance. A chill ran down his spine; something didn't feel right. It wasn't a Hollow... but the dread he felt was similar. he could make out the form of a small girl sweeping; it must have been Ururu, about the only person in the place he could actually stand. But as they drew closer, Ichigo saw him; Jinta, the red haired little snot that tormented poor Ururu every chance he got.

"I already hate this."

Ichigo grumbled, Rukia shook her head;

"Suck it up, and be polite."

Ichigo grunted and steeled himself for the coming annoyance that was Jinta. An annoyance that didn't seem to come as, upon their drawing close to the shop, the boy vanished into the shop. Ichigo smiled to himself; maybe today wouldn't have been so bad.

Time moved forward, Ichigo found himself waiting for Urahara, a cup sitting in-front of him on a small table. Rukia had vanished somewhere, leaving him alone to nurse the tea that ururu so kindly brought to him. Without a clock Ichigo had no concept of time; minutes could have been hours, hours minutes. The tea vanished down his gullet as he grew impatient, fingers wrapping against the table. He wanted to scream and carry on, but such wasn't becoming of his age.

The door opened suddenly, Ichigo jumped; his eyes instantly fixated on the one standing in the doorway. It wasn't who he expected at all.

"O-Orihime...?"

Ichigo muttered, curious as to why she would be there. The well endowed girl only gave him a sheepish smile before being pushed into the room, followed by Rukia. Ichigo's eyes narrowed;

"What the Hell is going on?"

"What's going on, Ichigo... is some training."

Ichigo blood ran cold upon hearing that voice. He got to his feet, but before he could say even a word his body felt heavy; it was all he could do to stand. Frantically he looked at Orihime; she wouldn't return his gaze. He turned his attention to Rukia; she had a smirk on her face.

"Strong as ever, Ichigo... I suppose I'll have to use another binding Kido on you."

Ichigo's face turned pale, his body felt even more heavy. Staggering, he tried to stay on his feet... but it was too much for him to handle. With a thud he fell to his knees, limbs unable to move

"W-why... why are you... doing this?!"

Ichigo howled in anger, only to be greeted with a third binding Kido, this time sealing his mouth shut. His nostrils flared, his eyes threw daggers; if a look could kill, Ichigo would be a mass murderer. Orihime, she only stood there, looking at the floor, her hands at her sides; she felt horrible for what was happening to him. But still... she didn't want this chance to slip by. It was then, with Ichigo properly bound that Urahara entered the room, his wooden shoes making that annoying tapping sound that drove Ichigo crazy.

"My, my; you do good work."

Urahara said with a smile, hidden by his face of course. Rukia shook her head, placing her hands upon her hips as she stared at Ichigo; something about this felt satisfying to her.

"Only the best for our dear Ichigo... and now, Urahara, I trust you have what I asked for ready?"

"Oh my, yes... imagine my surprise when I heard such a request, though. Remind me to never make an enemy of you."

Urahara said with a chuckle before producing a vial from one of his sleeves; it contained a clear fluid. It was thick and viscous, like corn syrup. Orihime's eyes fixated upon the fluid as Rukia took it from the man in the hat, leering at the contents. Urahara turned and exited the room, his hand still on the door;

"Now, I think I'll excuse myself. Remember, if you break anything you'll have to pay for it. That goes for stains as well."

Closing it shut, the wooden shoes made their infuriatingly annoying sound as he walked away from the room, leaving the two ladies with a rather angery, yet helpless, Ichigo at their mercy. Rukia looked at Orihime with a grin, then turned to Ichigo. She drew close to him; Ichigo made some manner of sound, the only thing he could do to show his displeasure... other than just stare at her, hoping to burn a hole through her head.

"You know, Ichigo... you're a real pain in the ass."

Rukia began as she stood in-front of the teenager, looking down at him. Orihime drew closer herself, but remained a slight distance away; she wanted to make sure that Ichigo's binds were strong enough to hold before getting too close to him. She didn't believe him capable of hurting either one of them, but given what happened, and what will happen...

"You bitch, you moan; I saved your life by giving you my powers, and yet you don't seem to realize that you should listen to me. I've done the job longer than you; I expected some respect. Instead, I got a whiny little punk."

Rukia unloaded on Ichigo, venting her frustrations that had built up over the months; it felt good to get it off her chest. But more, it felt amazing to have such control over him. Suddenly she smirked at Ichigo and thrust her foot between his legs, her sock covered foot finding his penis. With force, she ground her foot against him; to her surprise he grew hard.

"What's this, huh? I though you were only into guys? Or maybe I'm just not feminine enough for you, huh?"

Rukia spat as she pressed her foot against his crotch with more force; he only responded by getting harder. With a look of disgust, Rukia leaned forward, placing her forehead on his own.

"So Ichigo, what is it? Did you lie when you told me you were into guys? Or is it just because I don't have tits like Orihime that you're getting off on this? You said I had the looks of a little boy; is that what's getting you all excited?"

Orihime swallowed hard and looked at her breasts; a wave of shame rushed over her. Those things... they were the cause of all of this; they were the reason why she had to force Ichigo to go through such things. She almost wanted to call it off, but something within her refused to let her speak. It was her lust, her desire for Ichigo... even if he didn't find her attractive, she wanted him.

And if Orihime couldn't have his heart, she could settle for his body.

Another thud came; Orihime looked at Ichigo. Rukia had him flat on his back. Quickly, the small, dark haired girl ripped his pants and underwear from his body, revealing to them both his manhood. Orihime gasped, and at that moment it shrank; the mere thought of her seeing it caused Ichigo to go flaccid. Rukia looked up at Ichigo with disgust once more before turning her attention back to his soft penis.

"Urahara said this stuff worked best on a hard penis... guess I'll have to work my little boy charm to get you going in-front of Orihime here."

Popping the cork from the vial, Rukia took him into her free hand. Softly, she leaned toward it and kissed it softly, her tongue lapping at it between kisses. Ichigo grunted as a shiver ran down his body; with her short hair and small body... she really did seem like a boy. He began to grow hard, much to his shame; Rukia smiled.

"Well look at that; I CAN get you hard with nothing but my mouth! Keep that in mind the next time you say nothing about me could get you hard, Ichigo."

Rukia spoke with a tone that seemed to mock him before running her tongue along his shaft, moving ever closer to the tip. Once there, she gently kissed it, then parted her lips and drove her head forward, consuming the bulk of his manhood. Ichigo's anus tightened upon being engulfed by her, and Orihime, her face was fire red as she watched Rukia perform fellatio on the young man.

Looking up at Ichigo, Rukia quickly bobbed her head, lips forming a tight seal; she was sucking him off like a real pro. Her tongue moved around him, tasting his man meat; she couldn't help but moan. But after a few moments reality came back to her; she realized that this wasn't about her.

It was about Orihime.

With a sudden jerk Rukia withdrew her mouth from his shaft, her hand with the vial stationed above his still hard penis. Turning it, the fluid dripped onto him, a shiver passing through him; it was cold! Without a word, Rukia threw the vial to the ground and took hold of his manhood with both hands. Licking her lips, she swiftly moved them on him, spreading the fluid all over his phallus, ensuring that the skin would absorb it.

But more, she turned her attention to his balls; Urahara was very specific in stating that it should get there too. Rukia caressed his testicles gently, showing much more kindness than his shaft.

"You see, Ichigo... this stuff is going to keep you hard. No matter how many orgasms, you'll stay rock hard for a few hours. But what's more..."

Rukia paused to give his balls a squeeze, teasing him.

"This'll increase your sperm production. You'll literally, and forgive my crude language here, cum buckets."

She smirked at him, then looked over her shoulder at Orihime.

"You're gonna have lots of fun with him... and who knows, you might just get knocked up here."

Orihime squirmed at the thought, Ichigo's eyes turned to fear; Rukia laughed as she looked at the now scared young man.

"Wouldn't that be something, Ichigo? Getting Orihime pregnant..."

Finishing her job, Rukia wiped her hands off on his thighs. Moving to his right, she motioned for Orihime to come close; the well endowed girl complied with ease.

"Now Orihime... he's all yours. Mind if I watch?"

Orihime nodded and then swallowed hard; her eyes were fixated upon Ichigo hard phallus. Her panties were soaked through at the mere sight of it; her hands shook as they went under the skirt of her uniform. Ichigo tried to get away but he couldn't, the binding was too strong for him to break free from. Slowly, Orihime pulled her white panties down her legs, a thin string of fluid connected the crotch of the panties to her actual crotch.

Rukia whistled.

"Well now, aren't we horny."

Orihime's hands trembled as they released her panties from their grip, allowing them to fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, the horny young woman took several steps forward; she only stopped when her wet little pussy was right above his hard, shamefully erect penis. Closing her eyes tightly, Orihime dropped to her knees, she just barely missed being impaled by him. With her trembling hands Orihime took hold of his hardness and gently caressed it.

"Ichigo... it's so hard... and warm. I... I can feel your heart beat!"

Orihime spoke softly, fingers running along the slick surface of his manhood; it was the thing she'd wanted for so long now. Biting her lip, the young woman lifted her body up, just enough to slip his penis between them. She moaned at the feel of the tip of his phallus touching her most sensitive of areas. With a sudden cry of pleasure Orihime drove herself onto Ichigo; the entire length of his penis vanished inside of her moist opening, her body trembling at the sheer bliss that having him inside of her caused.

Rukia cocked her head when she didn't notice any blood; it seemed Orihime wasn't as innocent as she wanted everybody to believe.

"I-I-Ichigo... so amazing... it's hot... hard... inside me..."

Orihime mewled; she felt so full with him inside of her. Her small hands moved to his chest as she steadied herself, her eyes opening; they stared right into his own. She saw his fear, but she didn't care; her own were filled with lust and desire.

"Ichigo... I wanted this for so long. I lost my virginity thinking of you... of your hardness inside of me. I broke myself... to make sure that our first time would be nothing but pleasure. All those stuffed animals I have, they were all meant to be you... to practice on. I wanted to make you so happy when I finally had you inside of me."

Orihime felt like she had to confess to him, about the things she did when thinking of him, or preparing for their time together. Rukia smiled and then shook her head.

"Too bad you turned out gay, Ichigo; this one was likely willing to be your slave if you asked."

Orihime moaned at the idea of being Ichigo's slave; the thought of being collared by him spurred the busty girl to finally go into action by rocking her hips. Her muscles gripped his phallus; if he were a straight man he'd be in heaven. But now... he was in Hell.

"Ichigo, I want you to be my lover... my master... please. I... I want to make you want me. Desire me... no matter what it takes!"

Orihime cried out as she rode Ichigo with force and speed that she never imagined herself capable of. Her juices oozed around his shaft as she move from balls to shaft, the constant empty and fullness producing all manner of lewd noises when she came down on him. Rukia could only watch in amazement; the speed at which Orihime moved was enviable. Especially when one considered that it was, for all she knew, the teenage girls first time.

Orihime's huge breasts bounced as she rode the poor, bound young man with all the gusto she could muster. They wanted to tear away from her bra and the shirt that held them in check, to be free like the mighty buffalo that once was the master of the American plains.

"Ichi...go... I want... you to fill me... please...!"

The teenage girl managed to eek out between cries of pleasure; she wanted his hot, thick sperm inside of her stomach. Leaning forward she rested her breasts against his chest, her hands on either side of his head. Pressing her lips against his own, Orihime rode him with everything she had; her body nearly bounced off of his own from the force. She was close to her own orgasm, the very first as a real woman.

But she wanted him to have one as well; Orihime had always dreamed of the two of them having a mutual orgasm. Much to his horror, Ichigo could feel the muscles of his anus tighten; the first sign that he was going to have an orgasm. He felt so dirty, so ashamed... getting off to a woman. And of all people, Orihime!

Orihime laid her head next to his own, lips close to his ear; she spewed such horrible, filthy things from her lips in a hushed whisper that only Ichigo could hear. To any straight man it would have made his balls tighten, but to Ichigo it only made him want to throw up. But... whatever was in that horrible gunk that Rukia used on him, it was making his body rebel against his desires. It made him horny hearing her say those lewd things.

Ichigo was going to orgasm, and hard. Her filthy talk was doing exactly what she intended it to, as was her vagina; he was going to go off. He was going to fill her with his precious seed. And, in his nightmares, he might even give her a child; an eternal reminder of his shame and violation. He closed his eyes tightly; he wanted to scream. Nothing came from his lips as his balls tightened up on him.

It was as if Orihime knew; she cried out as a powerful orgasm ripped through her entire frame, causing every muscle to violently spasm or lock up just before he himself released his sperm into her. Orihime, she cried a second time at the sudden rush of his seed into her; it was as a torrent, a flood. It filled her vagina, it flowed into her uterus... and it overflowed, pouring from her body, staining the floor below them with an obscenely large amount of fluid.

The amount shocked all involved; but Orihime didn't care. She was in heaven, having his hard dick filling her while his seed flowed into her uterus. Rukia was impressed; Urahara did good work, that was for sure.

Which was bad news for Ichigo... because this was only the beginning of his bad day.