Ichigo x Yoruichi
Two Weeks Later
Urahara Shoten
Ichigo closed the front door of the shop behind him. Turning around, he notices no one's come to greet him. "Hello? Getaboshi? I'm here."
Silence.
At least for an instant. Then, out of nowhere, brown skin. Lots of brown skin. And an ever-mischievous smile, as a familiar figure stands before him.
"Hello there, Ichigo." Yoruichi Shihoin greets him. "You're looking to be in good health." The goddess of flash is wearing only a tank top clearly too small, and a pair of black yoga pants, even darker than her own skin, which cling to her smooth legs like a second skin. Nothing is really concealed.
"In much better health than I've been a long time." The hybrid teen answers truthfully. "It's been months, and not a single bit of chaos. I am in very good health indeed."
"Oh I'm sure." Yoruichi purred. They two of them walked a little further into the shoten. "So what brings you to Kisuke's run down joint?"
"I wish I could answer that with more than 'I don't know.' He just called me here with those stupid blood balloons and I decided to see if I could get back at him for the mess while I'm here."
Yoruichi had to hold back a chuckle. Kisuke had held onto that message long after her had found ones far more efficient, just because he wanted to get a reaction out of the recipients. But that wasn't the point.
"I'm sure. But ..." she suddenly flashed behind Ichigo – who was still unable to even react at how fast she was with anything less than Tensa Zangetsu – and wrapped her arms around his torso, holding him close, "You know Ichigo," her big, perky breasts were pressing flat against his lower back as she whispered into his ear, "I've been hearing some very interesting things about you." Her arms travelled lower, hovering just above his crotch. "I wouldn't mind seeing if any of those things are true."
Ichigo was shocked by her boldness, but remembered who he was dealing with, and the put on his game face in the form of a cool smirk.
Her smile widened. She circled around him, until moves at first, but then smirked. He knew what she wanted to hear. Why was he really here? "That depends," he said, his tone not changing at all, "what sort of things have you heard about me?" Her back was pressed firmly into his front.
"A little birdy told me," she started, her arms reaching back and around his head, "that a certain strawberry's been having a lot of fun recently." His fingers glided over her legs, until his palms smoothed over here hips, and took a light hold of her waist. "That little birdy," she said, starting to grind her butt into his crotch, "who's name just so happened to be Rangiku," his fingers glided over her clothed pussy, "found out firsthand that this strawberry was becoming very ... commanding."
Ichigo was trying hard not to pant. She was getting more forceful with each grind. Her round booty was forming a perfect crevice for his cock, but he had to get a reaction out of her first.
"I've heard," the flash goddess of temptation leaned forward, resting her hands on her knees grinding her ass further into his pitching tent, "that you've been getting very ..." she knew this phrasing would bring him to full mast, ",cocky."
And suddenly, Ichigo's dick had filled up with warm blood, fully hard, and she wedged it between her firm cheeks with a squeeze, causing the young man to groan.
Yoruichi: 1. Ichigo: 0.
"Ichigo-kun!" Kisuke suddenly called out. "So glad you got my message! I'm sorry, but you'll have to come to me. My current task demands that I do not take my attention off of it until it is good and done!"
Disappointedly, they both disconnect from each other. "Kisuke installed a hot spring in the underground facility." She said without looking anywhere but straight ahead. "Maybe you'd like to go down and ... see how it works out for you."
"Good idea." The orangette responds. "Then we can finish what we started."
She smirks coyly. "Why Ichigo, I have no idea what you're talking about." She walks off, swaying her hips.
Before she moves away, he slaps her ass, getting a yelp out of her.
Ichigo: 1. Yoruichi: 1.
Yoruichi turned around and glared back at him. Oh, it was on!
Moving into the next room where the bucket-hatted soul reaper was, Ichigo happened upon the man searching around in a large strongbox, occasionally tossing things out from behind him. After a moment, he peeked his head out from it, still wearing that ridiculous hat. "Ah, Ichigo-kun! So glad you could make it!"
The substituted walked up next to him. "Urahara, what are you doing?"
"Getting rid of some of my old toys." The shop keep responded. "Tessai said that if I didn't find some use for some of my inventions, I should at least make sure they stop collecting dust." He suddenly started gathering some of them in a sack. "I know it's not much, but ... to pay you back for all you've done for us, I was thinking maybe you'd find something you might have a use for." He stood up and heaved a now full sack (haha) over his shoulder. "In the meantime," he spoke giddily, "I'm gonna go deliver some stuff to 12th division. I can't wait to see Kurotsuchi try to make heads or tails of some of my stuff." With that, he bee lined for the trapdoor, on his way to open a senkaimon and sneak into the Seireitei.
Ichigo looked at where Urahara just stood, then looked over to the box, and shrugged. He walked over and searched inside. It's worth a shot I suppose. He thought grinning deviously. I've had to put up with Kisuke's shit. He owes me more than he knows. He grabs another bag and looks over the various devices inside. Apart from all the ones Kisuke had taken with him, they were tagged with small manuals and labels that told of their purpose. Suddenly, a particular invention caught his eye. He picked it up and examined it.
His grin widened, his pearly white teeth looking like they belonged to a beast.
About 20 Minutes Later
Underground Training Area, Newly Constructed Hot Springs
Geta Boshi really knew what he was doing. Ichigo thought idly. He even put a hut over the waters this time.
It was true. The warm, steamy water was located inside a huge hut, big enough for twenty. Behind him was the bag he'd grabbed, half-filled with things he'd already found a need for. The vastly powered hybrid let out a pleased sigh as the water seeped into his very being, seemingly melting all of his stress away, and him along with it.
"How's the water?" A coy voice spoke behind him. He turned around to see Yoruichi, a towel wrapped around her midsection.
"It's the best." The teen sighed. "It's even better than Kirinji's up in the royal palace; not just because I had to keep the cloth on my head the whole time." He grins. "You should join in."
"I agree." And without any warning, she drops the towel completely, and walks over to the water. Ichigo keeps his cool, looking over her body with smoldering eyes. Her huge round breasts, capped by even darker nipples, quiver ever-so-slightly, and she sway's her wide hips with her every step, a small patch of purple "fur" covering the holiest of holies.
Yoruichi herself is used to being looked at in all of her glory but it's been far too long since someone's looked at her like that, and she can't suppress her shiver as she walks.
Ichigo: 2. Yoruichi: 1.
She slowly sinks into the water, letting out a soft moan as it envelops her bare body. The two of them spend a moment in silence.
"So," Yoruichi began, breaking the silence, "as I was saying earlier, I'd hear a rumor about a certain someone."
Oh, this was way too good. "Oh?" He feigned innocence. "And this certain someone is, as you said, is becoming very ... dominant?" He stared at her bare tits, floating in the water they were so big!
She smiled at him. "I suppose you could say that. Let's say ..." she turned her own gaze to his chiseled torso, so hard you could break rock on it, "this someone has caught my attention. Let's say this someone could stand to learn their place. Let's say ..." she licked her smooth lips as her tow became low and seductive, "I think you'd make a very good boy toy."
Ichigo smirked. He was no idiot, despite what anyone would say about him. It was very clear to him that Yoruichi Shihoin, like a true cat, was very proud of a great many things. She would never allow him to take control, no matter how good he may have been. It was very clear to him that she was going to make him work for it.
And that was exactly what he was hoping for.
"Say, Ichigo," Yoruichi asked out of the blue, "you wouldn't mind if I ... sampled the goods first, would you?"
"Of course not." He replied. "Take your time."
Moving over to him slowly, Yoruichi placed a small hand on his right pec. She drew a circle with one hand, licking her lips as she allows her other to move lower down. "My goodness." She praises. "You are delicious." To accentuate her statement, she leans down and licks along his chest, never letting her gaze leave his own gaze. She presses into him, her firm mounds and hardened nubs poking his abs.
Yoruichi: 2. Ichigo: 2
Seeing her small, pink tongue come out to play, caused Ichigo's member to swell up to full length, making it brush up against Yoruichi's own solid core. She suddenly steps back to see what's poking her (making them brush up against her tits as it rises up) and gasps as Ichigo's cock stands fully erect.
He finds the awestruck look on the former captain's face to be the sight of a lifetime. "What's wrong, Yoruichi-sensei?" He teases her. "Never seen anything like it?" He has never called her sensei before, and they both know it.
Ichigo: 3. Yoruichi: 2.
Snapping out of her trance, Yoruichi's predatory yellow eyes harden, and she takes his length in one hand. "Not really," she lied, "I just wondered if you really knew how to use this thing." She licked the head, which was pulsing with desire. "Here." She purred. "I'll show you."
Ichigo manage to keep his cool as the dark-skinned babe's surprisingly soft hand paced up and down his dick while her thumb grazed against one of the veins in his girth. She planted a soft kiss on the top, and licked it from the base between his churning balls all the way up to his bulbous head. He looks her right in the eyes as she jerks him off, silently asking: That the best you got?
Deciding to get serious, Yoruichi grabbed him by his broad shoulders, heaved herself up, and mounted Ichigo's lap, and sat on Ichigo's lap wedging her cock in between her thick cheeks, and pressed her bust into Ichigo's chest. Ichigo gasped in shock at the bold move, and his cock throbbed madly.
Yoruichi: 3. Ichigo: 3.
It held her full weight, as though she were riding a fully grown stallion. Noticing Ichigo's still-shocked face, she grins victoriously. Seems like she'd gotten him even quicker than she'd thought.
But then, Ichigo smirks in a feral manner, causing her grin to drop. Without a word, he grabs her by her powerful thighs, and lifts them over his shoulders, quietly in awe of how flexible she was, and sinks his fingers into her meaty ass. The strong grip on her buttocks leaves her unable to stop a moan while he grinds his cock in between her legs.
Ichigo: 4. Yoruichi: 3.
"I would be careful about being so forward with a guy if I were you, Yoruichi." Ichigo commented, his voice husky. "He might get ideas."
"Oh really?" She manages to get out between her breathy moans. She squeezes her legs again, getting another gasp out of him, though not as loud as before. "Show me what kinds of 'ideas'."
Obliging wholeheartedly, Ichigo thrusts up, grinding even harder into her wet (and not just because of the spring) pussy. The violent thrust caused her huge tits to bounce around, much to Ichigo's delight. He acted quickly, covering her girls in kisses, and biting every so often, before catching one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking with fervor.
Yoruichi continued to grind into Ichigo's girth, feeling him throb underneath her ass. Getting creative, she reached lower and used both of her hands to cup each of his balls, giving them a good squeeze. Below her, Ichigo moans as she attacks his sacks directly. He almost couldn't think straight from the way her soft hands are cradling his ripe testicles. Every roll in her hands and soft squeeze was driving him nuts by his nuts! It was a good thing he'd abandoned his real body before coming in here, or her real strength might have crushed his balls!
"What's the matter, boya?" Yoruichi taunted with a smirk. "Got no scrotes?"
Yoruichi: 4. Ichigo: 4.
"Yoruichi ..." He moans, "Now you've done it!"
Gripping her by her ass, he lifted her smaller body above him, and instantly plunged her lush, tight cunt down on his giant cock.
"Ohhhhhhh fuck!" Yoruichi gasped as she was dropped down without warning. She had gone on longer without a fuck than she'd thought! And it was certainly bigger than anything she'd had beforehand!
Ichigo: 5. Yoruichi: 4.
Ichigo moaned as the ebony beauty above him screeched in pleasure while he dropped her on his cock over and over again, her tight pussy almost suffocating his girth. He looked on mesmerized as the soft jiggles and roles of her body almost hypnotized him, her big, bouncy titties right in front of his face. Her tight grip on his shoulders were the only thing keeping him aware of anything except the fleshy vice around his glorious cock. For an instant, her neck was in his field of vision.
That was when he remembered.
Taking one of his hands off of her but, and thrusting much harder to make up for it – much, much harder to keep her distracted – he reached around behind him, his hand fumbling around in the bag for the exact tool of his desires. Then his hands felt the tight coil of leather. Bingo! He decide after this he would have to change position after he did this, he decided to take his chance, and he pressed his head in between, her shaking titties, rubbing his face in the smooth, round chocolate skin.
Yoruichi was in absolute heaven, mounted atop his magnificent cock! She clenched her inexperienced muscles around him, getting a hearty groan out of him that satisfied her in more ways than one. Pretty soon he'd be a writhing mess underneath her, ruined for any other woman. And here she was, worried that she'd have to punish him for getting out of ha-
*click*
Suddenly, the former stealth force commander noticed a leather object wrapped around her neck. She stopped bouncing for a moment, and looked down. She was wearing a collar made of fine purple leather with a golden bell that jingled with every little shake. Looking at Ichigo to find out what the hell he thought he was doing, she was met with a victorious grin, and shock overtook her body.
"Oh, you little-!"
Suddenly, spirit energy not unlike the activation of Shunko, only several times more abundant, flared up around the two of them. After several seconds, it dies down, and atop Yoruichi's head were a pair of purple fluffy cat ears, and behind her was a purple-furred tail. Not only that, her tits, already huge, had now stretched to the size of soccer balls, and her ass had doubled in size! Lightning seemed to dance off of her every now and then, but neither of them payed any real attention to that.
Face suddenly a good deal flushed, Yoruichi took in her new features, and glared at the stud still balls deep inside her. "Ichigo! What the hell did you do to me, nyah~?"
"What did I do?" Ichigo said. "I think you mean, what did Kisuke's little toy, now mine, do?"
"Don't play games with me Ichigo! Tell me what you did to me right nyow~!"
Ichigo smirked. "Well Yoruichi, you always seemed like a wet pussy," he reached around and gripped at the base of her swaying tail, "I just thought it was high time you looked the part."
Ichigo: 6. Yoruichi: 4
Yoruichi shrieked in pleasure as Ichigo continued to play with her tail. "~Ah," she gasped, "oh stop that! Not my tail! AH!" A lightning bolt arced off of her as he continued to stroke her tail, as if in response to her pleasure.
She yelped as Ichigo spanked her ass. "Not you're decision, bitch!" Making good on his decision of a change of position, he turned around, and flipped her over on all fours, her upper body leaning out of the spring with her boobs dangling as a result. Her tail was now anxiously flicking about in front of him. He spanked both of her cheeks once.
"Now you tell me, Yoruichi," the soul reaping stud growled, "whose pet are you?"
Unfortunately for Yoruichi, her will had not quite diminished "Go to hell, you little brat!" Ichigo did not like this answer. So he yanked her tail. Hard. "Ah!~"
Ichigo: 7. Yoruichi: 4.
"That's not the right answer, you stuck-up bitch." He snarled, slowing his thrusts to tease her extra, while using his unoccupied hand to finger her asshole. "I said, whose pet are you?! Who's your master?! Huh?! Who?!"
Yoruichi was in agony. Her ass was already tighter than her pussy, but the fact that she had used it even less meant that the true difference in tightness between them wasn't even funny. It didn't help that her pussy wasn't receiving the full attention it really could've been getting, and more. She really couldn't take it!
"MROOOW!~" She yelped again as Ichigo spanked her rippling ass cheeks, and finally gave in to the pressure. "~You! You're my master! I'm your fucking pet! My pussy belongs to you! You and no one else, Nyah!~"
Ichigo: 8. Yoruichi: 4.
Ichigo grinned in satisfaction. "That's better, now keep going! I'm not finished pounding the pussy!"
"~Nyah! Yes master!~"
With that, Ichigo returned to fucking her full force, getting her body to rock back and forth from the constant ramming. She let out sweet submissive moans as he mashed into her sweet, tight bitch cave. He pressed his rock hard abs into her back, one hand still pulling at her tail, while the other one palmed one of her juicy tits. She screamed in utter ecstasy as he started striking her cervix.
"Nyah! Ah! Oh! Oh, yes! Mrooow!"
Ichigo: 9. Yoruichi: 4.
Lighting arced off of Yoruichi's body as she was fucked stupid, her cheeks flush with pleasure she had not felt in a long time, and was certain that she would never feel anywhere else. Of course because they were in the water, the shock was amplified, and Ichigo felt every bit of it. But this was Ichigo we're talking about. He'd tanked lightning bolts more concentrated than this without breaking a sweat! Not to mention he was too busy stuffing Yoruichi's pussy full of his proud cock!
Suddenly, Ichigo felt a particularly hard throb from his cock, and whispered something into one of Yoruichi's cat ears. Then, he suddenly hoisted her off of him, and threw her onto the ground just outside the spring. Standing tall, he began stroking himself over her while she played with her tits. Several seconds later, he groaned as he spurted jets of his seed all over her, the white substance covering the space just outside her pussy, her stomach, face, and of course, her chocolaty titties. Still cumming, he leaned down and kissed her while cupping the back of her head, jamming two fingers in and out of her. The arousal allowed her to reach her own orgasm, her gaping cunt spouting silvery juices in a pool beneath her while she continued to play with her breasts.
Winner: Ichigo.
They spent a few minute catching their breath afterwards. Ichigo looked on as the neko-fied woman scooped up all of his semen, and licked herself clean. Just as he was about to declare a second round, a voice much undesired to be heard cut in.
"Well, well, well. This is quite the sight to see." Ichigo tried to hide his dick by going back into the water at the sight of Getabo-shit standing there with his cane and that fucking fan! "Oh relax it's not the first time I've seen another man's junk in the same room as Yoruichi. We weren't alone when we had our fun." He looked over to Yoruichi, who was licking herself like a cat. "This is honestly the first time I've seen her respond positively to someone other than myself in this form."
Creeped out, but calm, He allowed himself to stand normally. "I saw that collar near the bottom of the box." He said. "The label said that it was intended to make people more susceptible to submission."
"That was one of my older projects, meant for controlling her ... more feral side." "After she refused to enter it again, I'd pretty much forgotten about it. But since you scooped it back up, I supposed I'd be willing to part with it entirely ... if you let me join in."
Ichigo turned to Yoruichi, who was nuzzling herself under his hand while eyeing the old, bucket-hat-and-clogs-wearing man. "Well, what do you say Yoruichi?" Ichigo asked her. "Do you want to let Getaboshi be a part of our fun?"
Several Days Later
Ichigo's Bedroom
He still got a laugh out of the memory of the way Yoruichi responded by punching Kisuke square in the sack, per his whispered instructions, leaving him a crumpled body on the floor while she carried the both of them off to his house to continue uninterrupted.
Speaking of which...
He looked down to see Yoruichi, still a neko girl, still naked, and currently on all fours choking on his stiff cock.
Noticing his attention, she released his shaft from her mouth with a pop. "~ You're finally awake. ~" She commented. "I've been at this for thirty minutes." He's spent every day since then enjoying fucking the cat girl for several hours a day. He'd never had a cat before, but he had to say, it was great to have a pet pussy.
... He'll show himself out now.
Anyway, he smirked down at her. So cute, thinking she could just get what she wanted.
"You haven't said the magic words." He teases. "Now, what does the kitty want?" He asks.
Yoruichi blushed. "~ Kitty wants her cream. ~"
Ichigo laughed, and stroked her hair, scratching behind her ears. "Good kitty. Now keep sucking."
Her head continued to bob up and down on her master's shaft, her luscious lips glided up and down his shaft, covering the might meat in her gooey saliva.
Within minutes, Ichigo throbbed softly, and came in her mouth with a groan, leaving her to swallow all of it.
Basking in the afterglow, he sighs contently. "I should've made you my pussycat a long time ago." He commented. "But now that you are, I'm gonna keep you for a looooong time."
"But you're not just gonna have me either." The horny cat creature says, crawling into his side and cuddling him. "You've made a whole bunch of women your bitches, haven't you master? And you're gonna make a whole bunch more?" He was sure he wasn't mishearing things, but for some reason she sounded ... hopeful! Nevertheless ...
"Of course not." He responded, wrapping an arm around her while she nuzzled into his chest. "I've still got a lot of work to do."
They spent several minutes resting in silence. Suddenly, the orange-haired Dom was struck with a rather awing realization.
"Hey, I just realized," he looked at her, "you didn't exactly say no to being my pussycat."
She didn't say anything, just looking away with a profound blush.
This lack of denial just made him go hard again, and an aroused growl slipped past his throat.
He immediately got up, and flipped her on her hands and knees. "In that case," he growled, "if you're gonna keep being my good little kitty," he gripped her waist, "whenever I'm not here, you should have some kittens to look after."
Yoruichi Shihoin was the sorest she'd ever been in a long time. Nine months later, she would be the most emotional.