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.

Bi For A Night

"Ahhh..."

Michiru mewled softly as his hands grabbed two decent handfuls of breasts from behind, squeezing and fondling them roughly. His fingers pinched her hardening nipples and ground them against the fabric of her thin top; she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. She pressed her back against his chest, firm little ass against his crotch; she could feel the hardness there already, and it seemed to only get harder with her movements.

"Oh... oh God... this is... this is..."

She was having a hard time speaking, her words being drowned out by the moans; her breasts were always so very sensitive. But then, the roughness he was giving her, so much more than what she could have gotten from her normal lover, Haruka. Even if her partner liked to play the part of the man much of the time in their private and public lives, there were just some things Haruka couldn't do...

... like have really, really strong and large hands. Hands that could hold the whole of a tits with ease, hands that could maul her tender flesh and nipples, hands that could be incredibly rough, give her pleasure in a way that others would find only pain in. For the first time a man was getting her worked up, her pussy was already soaking through her small lace panties, her ass ground against him with conscious effort instead of just mere reaction to the pleasure she was getting.

"Ah... yes... rough... rougher..."

Her voice was being lost in a sea of moaning and mewling, but he heard it loud enough. He squeezed her soft, creamy white tits even harder as he played with them. Her back arched in pleasure, forcing her chest out as if to give him more to grab as her ass was thrust backwards, firm buttocks ever pressing against the hardness in his pants.

Haruka sat and watched from afar as her lover was being molested by a man, while her lover was enjoying the touch of a member of a gender whom she claimed would never excite her. Haruka had to smile a little, her plan was going off without a hitch; but the pleasure she got out of it was tempered by jealousy. Still, that didn't stop the tall blond from feeling a warmth in her crotch as she watched, being aroused by the sight and sound.

Before she knew it, Haruka's hand found its way to her crotch, dipping into her panties. She hit her lower lip so as to not make a noise; she would rather listen to the noises Michiru and her new lover were making than hear her own mewlings and moans. The very sight of the two was driving her crazy with lust; this must have been what it felt like to watch herself and Michiru together, this feeling of lust and jealousy.

She almost wanted to join in... almost. But then that would ruin the fun for Michiru; two women competeing for one dick was hardly fair for the green haired girl, for even if she was the more feminine of the two, Haruka could have easily dominated and taken control. And she knew that he really only wanted Michiru...

Haruka gasped suddenly, a finger sinking deep inside of her wet love canal out of reaction to what was happening, so suddenly and out of the blue; Michiru was on her knees before her lucky man toy, facing toward him, head level with his crotch and her hands unleashing the demon that lived within the confines of his pants. Michiru yelped and Haruka had to bite her lip harder to keep from making a sound as his dick sprang forth and hit Michiru in the face, leaving a sticky blot of precum on her cheek.

Michiru trembled as her hands touched it, it was the first living cock she'd ever seen so close up, much less held. It was easily eight inches long and a few thick, a true monster even compared to the dildos that Haruka had unleashed on her ass and pussy in their private moments. She could feel his pulse in the beast, the blood pumped into it without a moments break, making it harder; it was ready for some action.

Michiru looked up at him, her pretty little face fire red and her cheek slightly damp; her eyes asked the obvious question, for even if she never interacted with the real thing she had sucked a dildo before, mostly because Haruka found it hot for her to felicitate a phallic object. He grinned down at her and placed a hand on the back of her head, nudging her forward slightly; that was all the answer he would give and all the answer she would need.

She opened her mouth slowly, licking her lips so as to ensure an easy passage --easy being used lightly, as even with a lubed mouth it would be a very tight fit--

Cauldron

It was a void, an area that was neither in one dimension or another. To enter into it was to become something different, something beyond the limits of the universe they knew. The original shape and form was lost, all that remained was the soul, the essence of the being boiled down to its purest form; a glittering, gem like structure called a Star Seed.

It is here that all things return, it is here that all things come. People often speak of promised lands, of places where one goes after death, be it a paradise or a pit of eternal damnation; this is the origin of these legends and myths. Be it by force or will, when all things die, they return here, to face a rebirth.

Even the universe as it is known, in all its size and splendor is not immune to the power this place holds; when the time comes, it too will collapse into here, its very center. It will flow into this place, it will lose all shape, all form, all reality and be reborn into a new universe, with new possibilities. It has been so for an infinite number of times, and so shall it for an infinite number of times in the future.

Here, good and evil are at an inverse to the universe beyond itself, it is here that balance for the whole of reality that it is the heart of is preserved and maintained. If the universe is evil, it will give birth to good, and if the universe is good, evil will be reborn. The force these agents of balance take are either hailed as heroes or scorned as vile villains... but, the title they take is always the same; Sailor Senshi

Yes, from this place are born the seeds of the Senshi, be they good or evil. They are forever destined to be in opposition of the one who can transcend the death and rebirth of the universe, they will forever be locked in a war with the first child of this place, the one who is forever meant to shape the principles of the universe itself.

Chaos, a name scorned or beloved at an inverse to the Senshi, the being so hated in the current universe... it is this being who is at the very heart of all this. From the children of its many parts, the Crystals who forged the galaxies and gave rise to life, its nature will show itself; for if the beings it created are good or evil, so too will it become.

From that moment forward, the Sailor Senshi born of this so called promised land will be in direct opposition of Chaos, and its agents. They will seek to cease the existence of Chaos, a goal that can never be fulfilled; but the quest to do so will keep balance in the universe until its dying days.

But even so, there are times when the balance is disturbed, and the universe must end, lest it become a mockery. For in this way, Chaos will become the herald for the ends times; it will come to this center of all things, return to the womb that gave it birth and take what it wishes for the most; the power of a Sailor Senshi.

Yes, in this way, Sailor Chaos, the Herald of Destruction will be born! Chaos will take upon itself a true, physical form; she will be a Sailor Senshi, one that should never exist; composed of both the will of good and evil, she will be a contradiction to the law of reality. From her hands will come light and darkness, her very soul twisting and churning. Her power will tear the fabric of all things asunder as she wages her war upon those that would oppose her... until, finally, balance is disturbed enough for control to be lost.

The good and evil in her will stir, the dominate force in the universe will seek to devour the other half, and from this act she will scream; it will be the death knell of the universe. The very fabric of reality will distort, matter will seem to rupture in all directions as the universe tears itself apart, indeed matter will cease to exist, enough to start the Big Crunch.

Herself torn apart by this, Sailor Chaos will die, and Chaos will once again be itself, but also not itself. It will know the error of its way, it will come to realize that it must return to the heart of the universe, to the womb once more. But, as the universe collapses, it will not return for power, but for salvation of all things.

All souls of all things will return to the center, all the Crystals that comprise the true self of Chaos will return. Combining and merging, they will make Chaos whole once more... its memories of infitine universes past shall return. As the universe comes crashing down around it, Chaos will renew the Crystals, the souls; they will become neutral, their will reset. As the universe cries in death, Chaos will tear itself apart with all its might.

In the instant the universe dies, Chaos will become one with the heart, and thus shall see the death... and the rebirth. In the moment of the next Big Bang, Chaos will spread its seeds, the Crystals amongst the newly birthed reality to become the hearts of the new galaxies. They will seed life with neutral souls, to gain a will of their own.

Thus, good and evil will rise, and the dominate one will be decided not by fate or the hand of a god, but by their own hearts and impulses. With this, Chaos will reform in a partial form, its outlook reflecting the dominance of its children and the need for balance will once more rise as a sea of pleas for help.

The heart of reality, its existence called so many things but always known simply as The Cauldron will answer these pleas... it will give birth to Star Seeds of great power and importance; Sailor Crystals, the very essence of a Sailor Senshi. They will be cast out amongst the stars, to find a place that will give them life, give them form, give them a reason to exist.

Be it good... or evil...

Meet Mister Wall, Sailor V

She ran down the alleyway in pursuit of a criminal, her blue high heels making a small clicking noise with every step, long, near hip length blond hair trailing behind her, almost as if it were a cape. Her eyes narrowed as it became darker the further she went in, the only source of light for a good distance behind her. She could barely make out the shape of her prey...

But it was for naught, as her target vanished completely as the darkness grew much too strong for her eyes. As s kept running, she wondered what could have happened; and then, it hit her. Literally. She ran head first into a brick wall, which would explain why there was so little light; a wall was between her and the nearest street light on the other side.

She yelped as she hit it, her small frame hardly enough to cause it any real harm. Of course, the real bad part came when, while dazed, confused, having the wind knocked out of her and a body aching from the slamming head long into a solid wall, she fell backwards, the back of her head hitting the hard, cold ground below with enough force to cause her to black out.

Sooner or later --mostly later-- she began to come around. Her head throbbed like crazy, her entire body felt incredibly sore; something one would expect from slamming into a solid wall of bricks. While her mind felt foggy and it buzzed with much pain, she pondered as to how she could have been stupid enough to run into a wall. More importantly, she couldn't help but wonder why, exactly she felt hands running over her body.

As first, she figured it was just her mind playing tricks on her, that the pain from slamming into the wall she was stupid enough to run into was so intense that it was messing with her. But, after a few moments of letting her mind sort out the input from her body, she knew that it wasn't her mind. After all, slamming into a wall couldn't explain the feel of two sets of hands on her body or why one set was, at this very moment squeezing her breasts.

Her eyes shot open at that; the first thing to greet her was a low light... and in that light, a figure directly in-front of her, giving her a very, very rough guess as to who it was. It was large, that was for sure, and the hands felt rather big as well; must be been a man. She tried to move her hands, to push this man away but she found that they were tied; she also found that she was sitting because, moments later, her legs were pulled wide open, and the other set of hands moved between them.

She gasped in shock and tried to struggle her way to freedom, but that just alerted whoever these hands belonged to that she was awake. Their hands clamped down on her supply body, holding her tightly as she struggled with all her might. It only served to work for them; for as she struggled her small, still developing breasts were being ground into the palms of one set of hands, while her small little ass were being ground into a crotch directly below her.

"So you're awake, huh? Good, I was hoping you'd come around before we finished."

The man in-front of her said, his accent thick, definitely British in nature... not the man she was after at all. So, who was he and why was he gra- wait, finish? Finish what, exactly? Her mind raced, as if oblivious to the obvious, but then again, she was a naive young girl, what would she know about what they were doing to her? Well, other than the fact that touching her breasts and between the legs made her utterly uncomfortable and wanting to get the Hell away from them.

She felt the hands belonging to a man behind her running across her bare thighs, causing her body to shudder as the hands on her breasts squeezes them roughly. She gasped and whimpered softly as her struggling died down, she knew that there was no way of getting out of this... at the moment.

"Awww, come on girl, struggle a little more... I wanna feel that small little ass of yours rubbing against me again!"

A voice came from behind her, no doubt the hands on her thighs belonged to him. His accent was also British, but it seemed... rougher, less well refined. She wondered why he wanted it so badly, wondering if it had anything to do with that lump she could feel pressing against her rear.



Up until that point, all they had heard from her where whines, whimpers and moans, from time to time... but, as his fingers ran across her slit, she cried out in shock and pleasure... but she also mumbled something in her native Japanese, as a reflex. This took the two of them aback, for in the darkness, and given her blond hair, they didn't assume she was Asian, let alone Japanese.

"Hot damn, we got ourselves a little Asian bitch! What a nice little find, eh?"

The guy from behind asked, fingers rubbing hard against her little lips, making her squirm and moan, ass rubbing against his crotch. Encouraged by this reaction, the one in-front let go of her tits, but took hold of her hard little nipples, pinching them roughly, making her writhe even harder, moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"A little Japanese girl, if I'm not mistaken, and one that seems to be loosening up to this whole thing. A nice find, indeed..."

The fellow in-front answered, finally.




"That's it, I'm gonna fuck this hot little Japs pussy!"

The fellow behind said, and the man in-front chuckled.

"Shit, go ahead, man. You know me, I don't like deflowering girls, even if it means sloppy seconds. Besides, she has a pretty little mouth that I can use..."

She trembled and whined at that, feeling his hands leaving her body as he stood. She heard a zipper... and then another, the sounds of metal dragging on metal from above and below put the fear of God into the little scantily clad crime fighter



She cried out in shock and a little bit of pain as the dick plunged past her little slit into virgin territory. Regardless of how wet she was, how slick and how stretched out his his fingers got her, she was simply incapable of being ready for the massive girth of the meatrod that was being forced into her. Her hips jerked upwards, her body attempting to get away from the intruder anyway it could. Somehow or another, she manages to get her feet onto he ground below, then attempt to push her entire body up and off him. But, his hands grabbed her arms, right at the elbows and pulled her back down, forcing her back down, causing the same pain she felt before... only so much more as it was driven deep within.

But then, it stopped... she could feel it pushing against a barrier inside of her.