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.

Buterching The Prey

Even though this wasn't his first time, the Soul Reaper was still nervous; every time a Hollow appeared there was danger. No matter how many times one had slain the beasts, there was always a chance that one would get you. In the academy they taught them to attack from behind; many Soul Reapers in the current day and age seemed to ignore that, but he didn't.

He'd seen many of his friends and classmates eaten by Hollows because they decided to run head long into the jaws of the masked demons, so sure of their skill with the blade. But he had always done what he was taught; attack from behind, go for the swift kill. No showing off, no bravado; purify the monster and move on to the next.

This strategy had kept him alive for well over a hundred years now, and tonight was no different. The Hollow was a large one, its form irregular; it seemed almost like a blob. The mask seemed to wrap around the whole of its mostly shapeless mass; this one might be a bit difficult. Still, the Reaper clutched the hilt of his blade tightly as he watched it from a rooftop, his Spiritual Pressure pushed down as low as he could possibly force it to.

It was a little trick he'd picked up from years of fighting. But he'd been told he was a true master at it; younger Reapers and even seated officers would ask for some tips now and again.

The Soul Reaper shook his head; such thoughts were a distraction to the mission. The Hollow seemed to have not noticed him; all he needed now was the perfect time to leap down and slay the monster. He could feel a wondering Plus nearby; that would be the time to strike, when the Hollow went to feed. With luck he'd be able to purify the Hollow, then send the Plus off to Soul Society without having to do too much running around.

Sensing its prey nearby, the Hollow began to move with amazing speed; it was almost like a steamroller, crushing everything in its path. As it moved it wailed; that sound never left the Reapers nightmares. It was horrific, and if it was bad for him, a seasoned pro it would be even worse for the Plus that was soon going to be made a meal of if he didn't attack.

Quickly then he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, giving chase as the beast plowed over lamp posts and cars; the Plus was close now. Likely frozen in terror at the sound.

Perching on the edge of a roof, he watched as the Hollow came close to the Plus; he could see it clear as day. A little boy that had a strong spirit, his death was likely caused by a Hollow. Maybe this one; it could be returning to finish the job. But the Soul reaper wouldn't allow that to happen, it was his sworn duty to defend souls from the monsters that sought to eat them.

The little boy, he looked up at the Hollow with wide eyes; the shock was too much. It was as a nightmare, seeing this huge monster come toward him... and the wail...

The Soul Reaper jumped from the roof toward the Hollow, with any luck it would take only one strike. The Hollow, however, launched a tentacle as he grew close; it hit the Reaper dead on in the chest. With a cry, the tentacle gripped his body and slammed the Reaper into the hard concrete below, causing a spray of blood from his mouth to fly as he screamed in immense pain.

Every bone in his body felt like it had broken; such was likely the case. The Hollow, it held the broken Soul Reaper tightly as it quickly launched tentacled at the child, preventing him from running. Like a deer in headlights, though, the boy didn't move; no sound came from his mouth. The Soul Reaper tried to slash at the Hollow's tentacle, but his wounded body coupled with a tight squeeze from the monster put an end to that.

"You thought you were so smart, Soul Reaper."

The Hollow spoke with a raspy voice; the blob like form shifted, and its entire body seemed to rotate... or rather, the mask seemed to spin around so it was facing him.

"Trying to sneak around like that; you thought yourself clever. But even if your suppressed your power, you forgot that wonderful smell of yours. I knew it was only a matter of time before you would make your move... so that's why I went after this little snack."

The Soul Reaper was confused; smell? He'd never heard anything about smell; he assumed Hollows found his kind through their Spiritual Pressure, not scent! Or maybe this one was different...

"Now, Soul reaper; watch as I eat this little appetizer!"

The beast rasped as it lifted the Plus high into the air. The mask shifted again, only this time appearing at the top of the blob like form, mouth wide open. The little Plus didn't make a sound, he didn't cry; it was as though he were broken, dead to the world.

"N-no! Let the kid go! Eat me instead!"

The Reaper spat out finally; the Hollow laughed.

"Such a kind offer... fine then!"

The beast wailed as the tentacle that held the Soul Reaper instantly separated into multiple sections, each becoming a tentacle in its own right. Quickly they moved on his body, wrapping around a limb, his neck and his torso, right above his stomach.

"Just... promise... you'll let the kid go."

The Reaper pleaded. The Hollow, it looked up at him... and then it smiled. It was a horrific sight; a Hollow smile. It was so unnatural, the way the mask contorted to allow for such a thing to happen. It almost turned his stomach.

"No."

The beast spoke with finality as its tentacles released the Plus. The Reaper could only watch as the small soul vanished into the mouth of the monster; the sound of bones crunching sent a shiver down his spine.

"You... you monster! Why?!"

The Reaper screamed, the Hollow only laughed... and then with a pull the Reapers right arm was torn from his body. Screaming in abject horror, the Reaper nearly passed out from the sudden blood loss.

"You idiot! You should have known better than to expect mercy from us!"

The Hollow roared with laughter, mocking the stupidity of the man as he turned pale from blood loss as it tossed the limb into its mouth, then began to chew slowly. The monster moaned in bliss as the bones snapped and were turned to a fine mush along with the rest of his limb.

"My, so delicious. I haven't had your kind in, oh... a decade or so now."

Slowly, the Hollow began to rip a leg from the Reapers body; this one was slower than the arm. He could feel his muscles being torn, the pain was beyond anything he'd ever felt before. Blood ran down the beasts tentacle as the flesh ripped, sinew snapping as the limb came free from the body. It flew into the beasts mouth to be chewed slowly; the monster moaned again at the sweet taste of the Reapers flesh.

"Does it hurt? I bet it does, the way you were screaming!"

The Hollow rasped and laughed again, enjoying the sadistic brutalization of its prey. The Soul Reaper couldn't speak, the pain and trauma had sent him into a deep shock. The Hollow wailed and shook its prey; blood splattered across buildings and road alike.

"What's wrong, Soul Reaper? Nothing to say? Well then... let's just see how many more pieces it takes for you to say something!"

The sadistic monster pulled at the remaining limbs of the Soul Reaper, doing to them what had been done to the leg. The sinew shredded as the blood flowed, the muscles and flesh ripped; the limbs came off, leaving the Reaper with nothing more than a head and torso. But he didn't scream; rather, he couldn't scream. The monster was denied that further pleasure, but it still had the flesh to eat.

Just as the limbs were in the mouth of the Hollow, the tentacle around the torso of the Reaper tightened. Blood poured from his mouth, any rib that wasn't broken before was crushed. From the sheer pressure the Reapers flesh tore, everything under the grip of the tentacle was crushed; blood and organs oozed around it.

Slowly, his body was split in half, the only thing holding him together was his spinal column. Another tentacle grabbed hold of his lower body and ripped it from his torso. The Hollow held it above his mouth and turned it over, a smaller tentacle split and reached into the blood mess. It fished out the intestines of the Reaper, then pulled it to its mouth; like spaghetti it sucked them from the blood stump, his blood the perfect sauce.

Once the intestines were done, the Hollow dropped the lower body into its mouth, savoring the flavor. Knowing the Reaper to be dead, the Hollow wailed once more; with a swift tug the head came off, the upper torso falling into the monsters mouth, only to be chewed and swallowed with a moan.

The head was all that was left of the Reaper now, but instead of eating it, the beast had another plan. A tentacle flew out from the blob like form and grabbed hold of the Reapers sword. Lifting it up to the head, it drown the blade into his neck, impaling it. With a laugh the Hollow threw the gruesome present for his comrades to the ground as it fled the scene of its meal.

It would need time to digest, after all... before the next hunt.

Wail: That Which Sounds Hollow

That mournful sound fills my ears almost every night now; it's such a terrible noise. The wails of a miserable beast that roams the land crying out as if in pain, or perhaps out of being lonely. Its voice is filled with anguish... or so it would seem.

It's hollow, the sound. To those who first hear it, it would be the sound of pain, of suffering, of somebody mourning over the loss of a loved one. But to me, to the one who has heard it for so very long now it sounds empty. As though the wailing has no true meaning behind it, as though the voice has no emotion behind it; as though the wailing is just some sort of trick, some sort of trap... some sort of ruse.

Even though it holds no meaning to me I can't sleep; it's just so loud that it vibrates against my eyes... I can feel it rattling my teeth. No matter how much I cover my head with a pillow I can't drown it out; the noise cuts through everything.

When the sound comes, I head up to the roof to look out at the night sky and the city before me. Tonight was no different, and the moon is bright tonight, so very full... and I can hear it so very clearly. My eyes stare outwards toward the mountains beyond thee city bathed in the reflected light of the sun; I stare at the mountains because the moon is too bright... and because the city disturbs me on these nights.

I can see things when the sound comes, when the wailing makes my lungs tremble as I try to breathe; I can see things. Shades on the roofs, phantom images that vanish as quickly as I can see them; are they ghosts? Or maybe my eyes are just playing tricks with me because of the sound vibrates against them.

The sound is so loud tonight, it's almost too much for me to handle. It's as though the source is coming closer to me, and yet as I look at the city I can't see it; not even the shadows and phantoms that sometimes come before my eyes. It just gets louder, that noise; I cover my ears with my hands but it doesn't help at all.

My lungs... they're starting to hurt. For some reason it's harder to breathe; it's difficult just to fill them, but it's so easy to squeeze them empty. The air seems to be so very thin, as though I were high in the mountains... and yet the atmosphere feels heavy, as though I were in the depths of the ocean.

What's going on tonight?

The hair on the back of my neck is standing up, my body is covered in goosebumps. The sound gets louder and louder, it gets harder to breathe. I don't understand what's going on, I feel like I'm being crushed while the air is getting thinner; my eyes are hurting so much. I have to close them, I clinch my hands tight against my ears...

Nothing helps. Am I... am I having some kind of a heart attack? A stroke? No... that can't be it; I'm not old enough for that, there isn't a history of it in my family as far as I know. I shouldn't be... having such a thing...

It's louder... oh God, the sound is so loud. My ear drums want to rupture and my eyes want to pop; but it just gets louder and closer. This is the first time it's ever been like this, the first time that it's felt this close. For some reason that I'm not sure of I open my eyes... and it's looking at me; a huge monster.

My eyes go wide, my body trembles, I stop breathing; there's a huge monster standing in-front of me, as tall as my house! Its eyes are sunken into a white mask as it stares, mouth open, the sound coming from deep in its throat. It just stands there, looking... my body frozen in place, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. I try to move, to run and yet... nothing happens.

I'm in shock... oh God, what's happening?

It stares at me for long moments, it feels so long even though I'm sure it's been only a few seconds. I stare back at it, my eyes wide even though they want to burst... and then it lurches forward, its open mouth coming at me as though to eat me! I try to scream but nothing comes out, and in a sudden burst of motion I roll backwards.

Tumbling down the roof I begin to fall as its face slams into the roof; everything begins to slow down for me. My body is falling heavily to the concrete below me, face up toward the sky, my head locked in place, eyes gazing at the monster. It pulls away from the roof and hoists itself up with such speed; its body is huge, its hands clawed... there's an immense, empty hole in its chest that I can see through.

It's perched itself there, watching me fall as though it were some bird watching a cat fall from a tree. God, please let me die upon impact, I don't want to be eaten by this thing alive!

But, it seems that whatever force is out there has other plans, for the beast comes down on me, its bulk moving so quickly; it's already within inches of biting down on my body, killing me... please, oh please just let me hit the ground!

Falling... falling... it's coming closer. Its mouth so wide, the inside so dark and empty as though it has no tongue, no inner flesh. I can't breathe, my lungs are burning so badly, the blood vessels in my eyes want to just tear apart. I know the ground is coming up fast even if everything feels so slow.

This is how I'm going to die; just please let me die without being eaten.

Falling, so close to the ground... but it's closer! Its mouth opens even wider, like a snake whose jaws can unhinge; it's going to swallow me! Come on... come on... let me hit the concrete already!

Closer... closer... the darkness of its mouth is gaining so fast, my eyes are failing as my lungs, indeed the rest if my body cry out for air. So close... both the monster and the ground.

Falling... the ground is just a moment away now, I can feel it even if I can't see. But the monster is right on top of me now...

Falling... falling... the ground, the monster; God, just let me die before it eats me!

Falling... falling...

... Darkness...

Cosplaying Madness

Surrounded by men with cameras, Orihime felt a mix of embarrassment and paranoia as multiple flashes were let loose. She wasn't sure how she'd been talked into going to an anime convention, much less talked into actually dressing up for it in a costume... but there she was. She felt a bit self conscious about her outfit; it wasn't so much that being dressed like Aerith from Final Fantasy VII was that much of a problem for her. She actually liked the character once she actually did some reading about her.

The problem was that the dress that she was wearing, the one that most fit the dress that Aerith actually wore didn't fit well on her body. Or rather, it fit well on every part of her that wasn't her chest. Every button that was done up to her chest was easy enough to get, Hell the dress was even loose in the hip area --the one place that she actually lacked when compared to Aerith--, but the moment she got to her breasts the problem arose.

They were just too big. Or rather, the dress was just too small. Either way it took all of her effort to keep the button done and ensure that they didn't go flying at any given moment. But even so it was almost as if she didn't even have any buttoned at all, the way the dress fit her. The two top buttons were very tricky; if she did the top nobody could look from above and see cleavage, but the second button couldn't be done then, giving the world a window to peer into at her breasts, and if she did the second to top button --the one she ended up going for--, her breasts were pushed up so much that not only could the top button not be done, but it gave anybody taller than her who looked down an eye full of cleavage.

If that weren't enough, due to it being so tight she couldn't even wear a bra, both because it would leave lines and even the thinest she had took up pressure space around her breasts that made the dress fit even worse than it did if she went natural.

Ichigo's Bad Day

(Note: This is based on this image.)

"If this were Chad then things would be fine!"

Ichigo lamented to himself as Orihime was having a field day, their sexual organs making all manner of lewd noises. It wasn't by choice that he found himself in this position; he would never have stooped so low as to have sex with a girl.

Damn that accursed Rukia, it was all her fault! She was the one whom used that binding Kido on him, not to mention that little vial of fluid --likely gotten from that bastard Urahara-- to get him as hard as a rock.

"I suppose I shouldn't have said she had the body of a seven year old boy."

He tried to mumble beneath his breath; not that he could.

"Ahhh... ahhh...! Ichigo... Ichigo... so hard...!"

He could hear her... she was getting off on this humiliation of his! Damn her, damn Rukia... when he got control of his body back he'd make them all pay!

Just as he swore it, though, he felt an all too familiar sensation pass though his lower regions; it filled him with terror.

"Oh no... I... I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum in a girl!"

He was horrified beyond belief... he was going to actually orgasm inside of a woman; he was going to release his seed deep inside of Orihime!

"No... fight it, fight it...!"

He didn't want to cum in her, oh God he really didn't want to! But Orihime, oh that tricky little bitch, she began to move on him faster, harder; as though she could feel it, as though she knew he was going to cum.

"Ic-higo... inside... c-c-cum inside...!"

She mewled, body moving with force and speed that he'd never really experienced before. He tried to clinch his teeth but it was for naught... he tried to think of other things but that only delayed the event that caused him such terror.

"No... no... nooooo!"

Oh, but his body said yes and his balls finally released. Orihime moaned loudly as she felt it, her body moving with all the speed she could muster, trying with desperate fury to get it all inside of her, as though it meant her death if even a single drop was put to waste.

And if things weren't already bad for Ichigo, as he lay there in shame, his dick pumping sperm into the waiting womb of Orihime it got a whole lot worse when her vaginal muscles spasmed out of control as she reached her own orgasm. He could do nothing more than lay there, just accept her filthy, albeit tight and moist hole spasming around his shaft, violating him in ways that he hoped never to experience.

Ichigo felt terrible, he felt like he was going to throw up. He'd been raped and defiled by Orihime with the help of Rukia and likely Urahara, and even that wasn't enough; that bitch took his seed and got off on him as well!

Ichigo could do nothing at all but simply lay there, feeling her muscles calm themselves. He could feel her lay on him, her large disgusting breasts pressing against his bare chest, her hands on his shoulders... she was torturing him!

"Ichigo... that was fantastic..."

She cooed in his ear as she snuggled into him; she was really going for the full effect now! At that moment, Ichigo knew what he had to do... he knew without a shadow of a doubt what had to be done.

He would kill them all... every single last one of them. They would all have to do for this injustice...

This he swore.

Black Cat

It seemed like an average day for him, out and about in town. He didn't seem to notice it at first, but as time went by he came to realize that he was being followed. But it was odd; it wasn't a person that was seemingly stalking him wherever he went... but a cat. A black cat. Out of the corner of an eye he could see it looking at him numerous times; from alleyways, from behind trash cans and crates, even through glass doors when he went into buildings.

He checked his clothing to ensure that he wasn't carrying anything that could be attracting it; no fish bits on him and he didn't smell like anything a cat would like. He even checked his pockets to make sure somebody didn't slip catnip in there to attract the attentions of this cat; he came up empty handed.

As the day wore on he knew the cat was following him, at times very closely; girls he would pass would giggle and point behind him, he could hear their whispers about being followed by a cat. But every time he turned, it was gone... at times he could see the tip of a tail vanishing into a little opening, catching it trying to hide. But he didn't try to shoo the thing away; he was actually pretty amused by the idea of a cat following him everywhere he went. And what harm could the thing pose to him, anyway? A case of fleas?

The sun was starting to get low in the sky by the time he began to head home, still sure that the cat was following him; he could almost feel its eyes burning holes into his back. He wanted to turn around and grab it, but then it could scratch the Hell out of him. Wondering as to what he should do, he heard it; the cat let out a mew.

He stopped and turned about on his heels; the cat didn't run away. He came closer, all it did was sit and look up at him, its eyes staring intently. He knelt down and slowly extended a hand, expecting it to bolt, but it didn't, and then he placed his hand on its head. It mewed again and he began to pet it, scratching between its ears, making it purr slightly. He cocked his head to the side, looking at the strange cat with curiosity; he wasn't expecting it to actually sit there and let him pet it. Pressing his luck his hands took hold of the cat and slowly he lifted it off the ground... and it remained calm.

If anything the cat looked like it didn't care one bit that he was holding it above the ground; but it just kept looking at him, its gaze unbroken as though it was studying him. He could feel its weight; it didn't seem like a stray as it was just too heavy, telling him it was a well fed thing. He didn't see anything wrong with it, there were no wounds and its coat was rather shiny; it obviously had to be a house cat, a well kept one at that.

"So what's your story, eh? Why are you following me?"

He asked and as expected it didn't answer; it just looked at him. He blinked a few times then began to lower it down... but he stopped. He looked it in the eyes, staring at it as it stared at him and he got this weird feeling, as though it was trying to tell him something. He shook his head a few moments later and broke the look; he was just a little too freaked out.

"So... you want to come home with me, do you?"

He asked and it mewed as if to answer him. He paused for a few moments but then rose to his feet, pulling the cat into his arms, cradling it. The cat in turn curled up and lazily placed its head on his arm, as if unwilling to support it itself. It rubbed its face against him as a normal cat would; it was marking him with its scent.

He received several giggles from girls and several more looks for people, but he managed to get home with the cat, though retrieving mail and then unlocking the door was a bit of a pain while holding a cat. He stepped in and lowered the cat onto the floor and it trotted off, as though to inspect the place. He hit the lights and closed the door; the cat had seemingly vanished.

He did the normal things; check the answering machine for messages --shockingly enough, there was none, just like almost every day--, looked at the mail he had gotten which consisted of some bills and random crap mail, then checked the fridge to see what there was to eat. As he reached in he felt something on his leg, and when he looked down it was the cat, rubbing its body against him.

"I guess you approve of the place, eh?"

The cat just mewed and then looked in the fridge itself, as though it knew that it contained food. He looked at it, then shrugged.

"So you're hungry. Let's see what I have in here for you..."

He rummaged through it; there was very little he'd consider feeding a cat. Any actual fish he had was frozen, there wasn't any chicken in the place to speak of. He grumbled, wondering if he'd have to head out to get cat food, that is until he recalled that he had some tuna. Well, tuna fish, the stuff in a can. But first, what to give the cat to drink...

"Hmm... are you a water cat, or a milk cat..."

Surprisingly the cat seemed to understand and looked at the milk. He blinked a few times as he looked down at it, wondering if the cat actually understood him... and it looked up at him. It mewed again, then looked at the milk; seems it wanted milk. He took it out and closed the door, then went to get a bowl, luckily the tuna was in the same cupboard.